Portia Costa - Power of Three

And then he was in, pushing forward in a smooth, confident stroke. Laurie's eyes popped open and she gasped. He felt big, deliciously big, stretching her as he slid into the hilt. "Oh yeah," he gasped, rocking his hips, going deeper. A hand slid over her hip, gentle and encouraging, Ed's blessing.

Denny was hungry for her. He fucked her hard. All the watching and anticipating while she'd pleasured Ed had driven the blond man to distraction and a towering state of raw desire. He grunted happily as he plowed her, murmuring raw endearments and a blue streak of praise for her body and the way she felt. His hips rocked with extraordinary power, battering her against the rug and the sand beneath them, every stroke nudging hard against her clit.

Yes, Denny was fierce, and his body ruthless, but at the same time Ed's caresses, roaming over them both, were sweet and tender. The combination of wild power with exquisite nurturing made her moan, overcome and almost delirious even before she reached for climax.

The sky above was dark, yet the moon was bright, the elemental contrast an echo of Ed and Denny. Between them, they were best of everything, all she wanted. Moaning and crying out without fear or inhibition, Laurie's own hands roved over all the masculine flesh she could reach and touch: Denny's muscular, flexing back and ass, and Ed's firm thighs and caressing hands. She even explored his cock, newly hard, where he pressed himself as closely as he could against the juncture of her and Denny, sharing their friction.

The waves lashed the shoreline, each one washing Laurie and her lovers ever higher, higher, higher towards their peak. Would they reach it together? She didn't know. She doubted it. They were still three bodies, three entities, despite their union. She knew that she at least could not hold out. Her sex convulsing with delicious pleasure, she arched and climaxed, with cries of "Yes, baby… yes" echoing in her ears, in not one, but two happy masculine voices.

Even as she rippled and surged, sensation tingling in every part of her from toes almost to the tips of her hair, she felt Denny come inside her, the pulsations exquisitely distinct. He shouted hoarsely as his hips went jab, jab, jab in the familiar fast strokes, and Ed's fingers laced with Laurie's against their lover's bottom, holding him close, keeping him deep, to increase his joy.

Then it was Ed's turn. As Denny half collapsed in a heap on top of her, Ed seemed to throw himself against them, surging and rocking, pushing against their heat and their sweaty skin to massage his cock. As one, she and Denny each flung a weary arm around him, drawing him closer, including him in an intimacy that transcended penetration. Messy kisses were aimed, found their target somehow, and Ed too roared his orgasm and then subsided against them, his sticky semen spurting out onto two bodies.

"Oh my God," gasped Laurie with what little air was left in her lungs, her chest heaving as the two men both lifted free of her, allowing her to breath again. They weren't heavyweights but there were two of them to her one. She laughed aloud as the pressure eased, and she gulped in oxygen. "That was… well… I don't know how to describe it. I sort of feel as if I've been fucked by both of you, even though I haven't. It's just incredible."

"You can say that again." Flinging one arm out across the sand, Denny grabbed her hand with the other and squeezed it tight.

"Mm…" was all Ed could manage, taking her other hand. The two men were lying one at either side of her, both still breathing heavily too.

Laurie smiled at the star sprinkled heavens above her, gazing up with a sense of wonder that encompassed the sky and the earth below, and her men.

"I could just lie here all night. I feel like the proverbial million dollars." She glanced from one to the other, loving the dark and the fair. Really loving them in that moment, even if rationally, she knew that was absurd. She was too happy to get tearful again, but even so, what had happened moved her deeply. These beautiful men had healed her wounds, and much, much more. "Thank you. Both of you… you're amazing. I know this might sound corny, but, well, you've made me whole again."

"You're most welcome, beautiful Laurie," said Ed, turning on his side towards her and kissing her hand. His expression was luminous, and seemed to take in both her and Denny beyond her. When she turned to the blond man, she saw his eyes glittering in an odd, sweet, strangely flabbergasted way, as if he'd observed a sudden revelation that made him very happy.

"Ditto," he said, and his voice was a little shaky as he too kissed her hand.

For a long while they lay in quiet companionship, occasionally exchanging random kisses amongst each other. Even when two were kissing each other, it seemed to Laurie as if the third was somehow always still involved. There was nothing really sexual in the kisses and the touches, they were all three sated and relaxed, for the time being. But the promise of more to come was always latent.

Eventually, they shared the last of their fruity rum and gathered their clothes, all helping each other to dress. After a slow, companionable trudge back to the courtyard and the pool, Laurie followed the men into their cabana without the slightest hesitation.

After that, the three of them were inseparable. By day, they talked and laughed, and lounged in the sun, and did all the things Laurie would have done on her honeymoon and more. In the company of a pair of dare-devil scientists instead a middle manager, she got coaxed into jet-skiing, paragliding, scuba diving and hiking exploits she'd never have tried otherwise — and loved every minute of it.

When they were all too exhausted for adventures, both Denny and Ed plied her with knowledge. She learnt about volcanoes and weather patterns, and a whole lot more outside her lovers' special study areas. They discussed art, current affairs, food, films… everything.

At night, though, it was sex, sex, sex, sex… and more delicious sex. They explored "everything" there too. And far from it being strange and peculiar to combine three bodies into infinite combinations, it all seemed to happen perfectly naturally.

Laurie's inhibitions melted like the high wisps of lacy cloud in the blue skies. With Denny and Ed, she could do anything. Try anything. Ask for anything. And in return they asked and urged and suggested back at her. Sometimes certain of their anatomical acrobatics misfired a bit, and they ended in a tangled heap, with uncontrollable laughter and semen hither and thither, but that was all part of the pleasure, part of the closeness.

The only dark cloud was the fact it had to end. But on the last day, over a sumptuous dinner in the resort's finest hotel, Denny glanced at Ed, and then turned to Laurie.

"I don't want this to be the end of us," he said quietly, reaching across the china and silverware to lay a hand on both Laurie's and Ed's. "I'm not sure how we could work it, but I'd like there to be more, you know? Something beyond what we've had here."

His blue eyes were luminous and hopeful, focused on her. It was her call. The two men were already a couple, but astonishingly, they wanted to open their circle of two, and draw her in. Laurie glanced quickly at Ed, and saw the same hope in brown eyes as in blue.

"I… I don't know what to say." She didn't either. This was huge, life-changing, something she'd never imagined in a hundred years.

"Perhaps you could think about it, while we're both away?" suggested Ed, "See how you feel. I know it'll be the biggest change for you, but I feel the same as Denny." He squeezed her hand. "I don't want to lose what we've had here."

"Neither do I," she blurted out, not giving herself time to think, and not really needing it. For the first time in her life, she knew what she wanted, despite its strangeness.