Chapter 1325
Under the deliberate stimulation of Natalie and Vanessa, Kevin quickly showed a sign of ejaculation. His glans felt numb and his cock throbbed intensely.
Natalie, sensing his imminent release, pinched the base of his penis, pressing hard with her middle finger against the spot between his balls and asshole. The pressure cut off the flow, and Kevin gasped, a wave of relief washing over him. The threesome had just begun; it would be mortifying to finish so quickly. The combined assault of the two women was almost too much to handle.
"Hmm, that won't do," Natalie murmured, a slight frown creasing her brow. She'd estimated Kevin could last at least ten minutes, but he was proving less resilient than she'd thought. The intense stimulation of the threesome must have overwhelmed him.
Vanessa climbed off Kevin, a playful smile on her face. "Yeah, let's take turns. Natalie, what's the game plan tonight?" Despite their truce, Vanessa's competitive spirit hadn't vanished. She wasn't one to concede defeat easily.
"Dealer's choice," Natalie said, after a moment's thought. She picked up Kevin's still-hard cock and stroked it slowly. "Handjob, blowjob, titfuck, ass, legs, standing, sitting, lying down, missionary, doggy – I can do it all."
Natalie was a master of the art of seduction. From her early days in nightclubs to owning her own bar, she'd always been surrounded by men, learning their desires inside and out. A single look could make them weak in the knees, a flick of her hair could drive them wild. She'd moved beyond mere seduction to a refined art form. The handjob skills that had once made her famous were rarely displayed now, making men crave them even more. They'd spend fortunes at her bar just for a glimpse of her smile.
Vanessa inhaled sharply. Natalie's words covered the entire spectrum of sexual possibilities. At their level, every part of their bodies was a weapon, and they were fluent in every position. The combinations were endless, enough to keep them occupied until sunrise. But Kevin wouldn't last; they'd wear his cock out.
"I can do all that too," Vanessa retorted, though a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face. She refused to back down. "Why don't we try everything?"
"Whoa, hold on," Kevin interjected, shaking his head. Handling either of these women alone took all his concentration. If they teamed up like this, he wouldn't survive the night. Grace and Alissa's threesomes were about endurance, a test of strength and stamina, a drawn-out war of attrition. Natalie and Vanessa were all about skill, a rapid-fire assault on the senses, a quick and decisive victory.
"Tell you what, it's getting late. Vanessa, you're still recovering. Let's keep it simple," Natalie said, flashing a charming smile at Kevin, sensing his hesitation. "How about a 'Holy Trinity'?"
"A 'Holy Trinity'?" Kevin and Vanessa echoed, confused. Despite Kevin's experience with multiple women and Vanessa's adventurous spirit, they were still a student and a teacher, not seasoned veterans like Natalie.
Natalie explained that the "Holy Trinity" was a service offered in certain establishments, where a woman used her mouth, breasts, and pussy to pleasure a man. It involved three distinct stages, taking the man's cock from soft to hard, from hard to throbbing, and from throbbing to eruption. It was considered more refined than simple intercourse, favored by high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen. In upscale clubs, it could cost upwards of five thousand dollars.
Furthermore, the "Holy Trinity" wasn't just a random combination of blowjob, titfuck, and intercourse. It was an art of seduction, a delicate dance of teasing and tantalization, keeping the man on the edge of ecstasy. The philosophy was that touching was better than fucking, looking was better than touching, and imagining was better than looking. The goal was to create a sense of longing and anticipation. There were two variations: one where the man could cum inside, and one where he couldn't.
Essentially, it was a way to give a man multiple orgasms without him actually ejaculating, perfect for older men with diminished stamina, allowing them to indulge their desires without taxing their bodies.
For a woman like Natalie, the "Holy Trinity" was still about control. With her skills, she barely needed to touch a man. Her gaze, her voice, her movements were enough to bring him to the brink.
Kevin was impressed. The concept was all about calibrated desire. Few women could truly master the "Holy Trinity." Most clubs just used the name as a marketing ploy, without understanding the subtle nuances.
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