Portia Costa - Power of Three

Nice? It was incredible. Like nothing before. With Denny worrying her neck, and Ed's mouth tormenting her nipple, Laurie just couldn't keep still. It was like the men were creating an ever growing circuit of desire inside her body, energy bouncing from her throat, to her breasts, to her pussy. Between her legs she felt swollen and tense, ravenous for pleasure.

"Do you like it, Laurie?" taunted Denny, his voice and breath warm against her skin, "Do you like commanding the services of two men? Feeling two mouths paying homage to your beauty?"

Laurie didn't know what to say. She barely could say anything. She just wanted to groan and gasp and wriggle about.

Sliding his hands down her arms, Denny caught both her wrists in a single-handed grip, then reached out with his freed hand to caress her other breast. He pinched, lightly, and then rolled her nipple to and fro, to and fro between his fingertips, somehow managing to match the rhythm of Ed's sucking, teasing lips.

"Oh, God!"

Laurie couldn't keep quiet any more. It was harder and harder to keep still. Getting desperate, she bore down on the seat beneath her, parting her thighs further. Ed laughed softly, his breath wafting her breast, and Denny said, "Good girl… good girl… that's it… show us that you want it."

Laurie bore down harder, gasping for breath, willing one of her enterprising swains to take off her panties. No, more than that. She wanted one of them to rip her knickers off, tear them off, wrench them from her body and jam a hand between her legs. She didn't care which of them did it as long as one of them did.

"What shall we do now?" Denny, as ever, was the spokesman, and he punctuated his words with rougher, wickeder tweaks, "Tell us what you want and we'll do it. We're your slaves, beautiful, beautiful Laurie."

No, you're wrong. I'm your slave. I'll do anything, anything you want of me.

It was a new state of mind. She was a new Laurie. She'd morphed into a woman whose daring and hunger thrilled her; a woman who wasn't afraid to have the pleasure of two men.

She was even a woman who could say outrageous things.

"I want you to touch my pussy and bring me off!"

"Oh, you're a wicked, dirty, gorgeous woman," growled Denny in her ear, "and I can't think of anything… or anyone… I'd rather do right now."

"Not even him?" she gasped, nodding at Ed, kneeling before.

"Don't worry. He'll get his turn. And he'll enjoy it all the more if you're there too." Denny was so in charge, so dominant. His voice and his fingers thrilled her. "Now, come on, buddy," he said, turning his attention to his partner in lust, "Let's get this delicious hussy's knickers off and show her what we can do."

Ed chuckled, gave Laurie's teat a last little nibble, and then sat back on his haunches, reaching for her panties. He slid his thumbs beneath the elastic, then paused and gave her an odd little look. With a slight nod, he withdrew for a moment, and in a swift, efficient movement, whipped his dark cotton top off over his head, baring his chest.

"There you are," observed Denny cheerfully, "Something pretty to look at while you come."

Pretty? Well, that wasn't the first word she'd have chosen. Gorgeous was more accurate. Hunky… Desirable, absolutely and completely…

Ed's skin was rather pale, but it had a creamy, healthy sheen, and his muscles were lean but crisply defined. He had very dark, pert little nipples and Laurie suddenly longed to repay the compliment and kiss them. But it seemed she wasn't going to get the chance just yet, because the men were clearly all about her for the time being.

With all the ruthlessness she craved, Ed peeled off her panties, efficient, but impatient. He flung them away with a flourish and took hold of her thighs, prizing them wide apart and exposing her in a way that made her gasp. She'd never been this open, this… this presented before. It occurred to her how staid her sex life had always been, but it didn't bother her. She was certainly making up for it now, especially with Denny's lips against her throat in a renewed, nibbling kiss, and his fingertips twirling around her nipple as Ed surveyed her pussy.

"Exquisite," murmured Denny.

"You bet," echoed Ed.

As if she needed any further proof that these two unusual men liked women as well as enjoying their own gender, Denny suddenly clutched at her hand and conducted it to his groin. He was hard as rock and huge inside his pale trousers.

"See, what did I tell you?" His teeth grazed her neck, and he caught his breath as she squeezed him, a reflex action. "And look at Ed too. He's dying to taste you."

It was true. Ed's erection was pushing hard at the zip of his jeans, deforming their smooth snug line.

"It's all right. I believe you," gasped Laurie, her entire body filled with energy and desire. She edged forward where she sat, opening herself wider. Her pussy felt as if was screaming for touch, for attention. "Please get on with it!"

Both men laughed. "With the greatest of pleasure," growled Ed, plunging forward, ready with hands and lips and tongue to obey her.

A sensation of her own power made Laurie's heart sing. She was at their mercy, and yet at the same time she controlled them. They were hers, to give her pleasure, and to worship her. She felt herself smash through yet another barrier of her grief and disappointment, and burst through to another realm of joy and confidence.

Sliding his hands beneath her bottom, Ed angled her hips so he could get at her better, and then dove right in, nuzzling at her pussy. At the same time, Denny too applied himself to the heart of the matter, reaching down to deftly part her curls for his friend.

"Oh God, oh God," Laurie groaned as Ed's hot mouth found her flesh.

She started to wriggle. She couldn't help herself; the sensations of Ed's lapping tongue were so exquisite. But Denny held her firm, one arm slung around her middle, the other on her thigh, holding her apart so his lover could gain better access. For a moment his hand drifted to Ed's short brown hair and he ruffled it, seeming to complete a circle of intimacy, joining them all.

Laurie still squirmed, but they held her firm and close, strong arms steadying her, protecting her. The three of them were one being, devoted to her pleasure, their focus Ed's nimble tongue, flicking, flickering.

She closed her eyes, arching, lost in a world of sweet sensations, touch, sound, and scent. Every sense was acute. Her own gasps and moans echoed around the room, blending with Denny's murmurings of encouragement, and Ed's hungry little grunts of appreciation. She could smell, quite distinctly, the different colognes of the men: Denny, rich and spicy, Ed, crisper, blue, Alpine somehow. And she could smell herself, hot and foxy, drenched in desire.

And still Ed worked her with his tongue, merciless yet bountiful, attacking her clit with exactly the pressure and variation that she needed. One moment it was dabbing hard, the next like a hummingbird's wing fluttering, sometimes mixing things up by furling to point and dipping into the entrance to her vagina.

"Oh please, oh please," she burbled, not quite sure what she was begging for, but getting it anyway when Ed brought his fingers into play as well as his mouth. He thrust two into her firmly, coasting in on her copious silkiness, while at the same time sucking hard on her clit.

Climaxing hard, Laurie let out a shriek, part of her mind dimly wondering what the playmates in the other cabana would think, as surely they could hear it.

But the other part of her mind, the greater part, was lost, lost, lost, soaring high on a great gust of glowing white bliss as she jerked and bucked in the men's hold, all the time hearing Denny's chant of pride and encouragement in her ear.

It seemed to go on for an indeterminate period, rising and rising, filling her with pleasure and power and a joy unalloyed. Even when it began to ebb, she wasn't sad. No post orgasmic melancholy. She just subsided back onto the sofa, a huge grin on her face and an exquisite satisfied glow between her legs.