Madame B: Seduction

But they didn't ask me to. Instead, as the song ended, the three of us momentarily drew apart, all looking at each other in the eye and gasping, half-laughing at our own daring, half-panting with desire. "You know the best place to take this?" said Sam, grabbing my hand and then Rick's. "Outside."

The three of us edged through the sweaty, heaving bodies on the dance floor. By this time I was so turned on that every stranger I brushed against sent a fresh wave of desire pulsing through my body. When we finally emerged into the cold, gray light, we didn't discuss where we were going but instinctively knew we were heading for the pier. Underneath it were a few tumbledown beach huts and nooks and crannies that afforded momentary privacy for lovers who just couldn't wait to get back to their house or hotel room.

The tide had washed the beach clean, and the three of us stood facing each other on the damp, sparkling pebbles, hidden from public view by an upturned boat. Sam was the first to move. He reached out and touched my breast tenderly, respectfully, and so softly that I sighed and threw my head back in ecstasy. He traced a finger from my nipple all the way up my neck, making me shiver with desire, and then moved in to kiss me. His kiss was rougher than Rick's had been, more urgent and greedy, but his skin was smoother and softer. I struggled to keep my balance as his kisses grew more desperate and probing, and his hands began to pummel and pull my tits, twisting the nipples through my top and making my whole body sing with pleasure and anticipation.

Rick was behind me now, his hands sliding under my top and into the waistband of my skirt, subtly and deftly massaging the top of my ass and the small of my back. I reached behind me and placed my hand on his zipper. Even with Sam's tongue in my mouth, I couldn't hide my moan of delight at the size of what was happening in there. My other hand went to Sam's crotch, where a bulge of similar girth and hardness awaited me. I began to rub them, slowly at first, then faster and harder. The boys' moans told me they liked what I was doing. I fumbled for buckles, trying to unleash both their cocks at once. I couldn't, of course; the feelings rushing through my body were so overwhelming that I could do little else but relax and yield to them.

Sam stopped kissing me for a moment. When I looked into his eyes, they were shining. His beautiful face was flushed and his expression deadly serious. Behind me, Rick reached around to the zipper of my skirt and unfastened it, then undid the button at the top with a flick of the wrist. It fell around my feet, leaving me standing there in only my top and a tiny pair of panties. They were next to go as Rick slid his fingers around the waistband, stroked me a couple of times, and then gently eased them over my hips, sliding them all the way down my legs, while at the same time tickling and teasing my inner thighs, the backs of my knees, and finally my ankles. I kicked off my panties, grateful to have the fresh air on my throbbing pussy, and stood there with my legs slightly parted. I lifted my arms over my head for Sam to finish undressing me. He moved forward and peeled my top off over my head, stopping to bite my nipples gently as he did so. I kicked off my summer sandals. I was now naked but for my jewelry, standing on a beach, the cool sea spray and desire making me shiver from head to toe. Every inch of me but my clit had now been caressed, and that hardening bud was so hot and yearning that I thought I would die if one of these men didn't touch me there soon.

But the guys hadn't finished putting on a show for me yet. Still fully clothed, they leaned toward each other, shared a brief but deep kiss, and then undressed each other in front of me. First came the T-shirts, which they pulled off each other in practiced unison to reveal matching gym-rat bodies that made me go weak at the knees. Then they kicked off their shoes and finally pulled at each other's belt buckles, expertly undoing them where I had fumbled and failed. As they wriggled out of their jeans, I noticed they wore matching boxers underneath. They stood before me, two men almost exactly alike in size and build, both muscular and lean, but Sam was smooth, blond, and lightly tanned whereas Rick's coloring was darker, hairier, more Mediterranean-looking.

I couldn't work out which one of them turned me on more. That's when it hit me: It was not the individual men but the combination of the two that made my clit throb and my pussy ache so. Sam put his hand on Rick's waistband and pulled down the shorts to reveal a big, tawny, bobbing dick that was obviously eager for action. Sam eased his own underwear off, and a smoother dick, longer than Rick's but not as broad, winked up at me from beneath a dark-blond bush. Sam went to touch Rick's trembling hard-on, but Rick brushed his lover's hand away.

"Not tonight," he said, in a voice laden with desire that I hadn't heard him use before. "Tonight it's not about us. This is about Kyra. This is about pussy." They took a step toward me. Who would I fuck first? Would they take it in turns? Would they fuck my ass or my pussy? Would they know how to touch my clit, know that I needed their hands, their tongues, right there between my legs?

If our first kisses had been intense, the sensation of our three naked bodies entwined was overwhelming. I began to moan and writhe, I couldn't help myself. With my tits rubbing against his smooth chest and his strong arms pulling me close, Sam kissed me again. Together we leaned back against one of the huge poles that supported the pier. Its damp wood splintered in my back, but I barely registered the pain.

While Sam kissed me, Rick knelt before me, gently parted my legs, and used his fingers to comb through my bush before tenderly parting my pussy lips and exposing my clitoris, which quivered, a little pink bud crying out for his touch. He placed the tip of his thumb on it, making my legs shake so violently that I could barely stand. Rick understood and hooked my legs over his shoulders so that he was supporting my weight and positioning his face right there between my thighs. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, as he used his tongue to lick his way slowly around my inner thighs, then the edges of my pussy lips, before sliding it right into the opening of my pussy and whirling it around. Oh, God, it felt good. It felt delicious. But there was another, more urgent need in me. My clit was getting harder and hotter, a situation made more intense by Sam's probing, hungry kisses and his hands on my breasts, my sides, my belly. A voice inside my head screamed with frustration: "Touch my clit. For God's sake touch my clit. Put your tongue there. Lick it. Fuck it."

As if by telepathy, his tongue was right in there, swirling around my clitoris, darting as nimbly as a little fish, flickering like a candle flame and bringing me to the brink of the orgasm my body had been building up to all weekend. But Rick broke away just as I could feel the first quivers get ready to rock my body.

"Where did you learn to…?" I said, suddenly suspicious that Rick might have done this before.

"Come on, honey," he said, with a wink. "I didn't just read your glossy mags for the fashion. Those sex pages tell you all you need to know!"

That broke the ice, and then the three of us collapsed in laughter and desire. We all lay on our backs, watching the colored lights above flash through the slats in the pier. Sam idly stroked my clitoris, applying just enough pressure to keep me simmering on the edge of an orgasm but, tantalizingly, not enough to bring me to one.

"I never knew breasts could be so sexy," said Sam, leaning over to take my nipple into his mouth and suckle it gently. Rick followed his lead so that I had a man on each breast and a cock in each hand.

"I need to get inside you," said Rick, whipping his mouth away from my breasts with a tiny nip that made my whole body arch. From the pocket of his jeans he pulled out a condom. He tore open the wrapper, and I watched in fascination as Sam smoothed the sheath down over Rick's erection.