Protect

by Laura Wylde

  My pussy squirted all over Jack, lost to the water, but still sending me a pre-orgasmic pang. Jamie’s cock pushed in deeper, into my tight asshole, activating forbidden pleasure zones I didn’t even know I had. The fact that he kept rubbing my clit, even while he fucked my ass, made me bounce with ecstasy.

  I screamed right into the sweaty shoulder of Jack as Jamie fingered my clit in the most sensitive spot. I bit down on my lips and squealed through my nose, mouth closed, trying not to make an even bigger scene than I had. But all my nerves were spinning and my pussy was grinding so hard. Breaths were short and every time I rolled my hips Jamie’s cock went even deeper up my hole.

  “Mmmmm you boys…fucking me so hard…you’re gonna make me cum…”

  My body tensed and my hips squirmed, rocking back and forth between both dicks which stayed rock hard. “Ohh God! Ohh my…GOD!”

  My hips bucked hard and all I felt was cock shoving into me stuffing my whole. I tried not to scream but that only made me gasp louder and squirt harder. Both men sensed I was going mad with passion and so they grabbed my hair, one forcing me to look into his eyes while he fucked me…the other whispering dirty things in my ear.

  Overwhelmed in my senses, I began panting, rolling forward and backward just so I could feel them both go deeper. I clenched tight, making them feel it twice as hard, so when they pulled out it lathered their cocks, pushing them to the limit.

  I didn’t want them to stop. I wanted this all night, fucking so hard and constant, for the wild night of possibilities. Maybe it would never happen again so if this was all there was, it had to last longer. I had to be fucked till near death, roughly, deeply, faster and messier. I wanted to feel every minute and then get fucked some more.

  I finally started to lose myself right about the time both guys panted and groaned along with me. The sounds of their sex, their overlapping grunts, set my skin on fire. When I opened my eyes, I saw both of their bobbing heads. Jack’s eyes would close and then open, open right as his cock tightened and felt like it was about to explode…

  But then he would flex and hold back, his stamina second to none. Fucking impaling my pussy, he hooked his arms under my knee just to get into a better position to go deeper. He pounded me so hard and so long I lost track of time and definitely forgot the number of thrusts. It felt surreal, like a blur, like he was fucking me in fast-forward mode, and our bodies were moving at a frantic impossible pace.

  “Ohhh you’re gonna make me cum,” Jack said, losing control as my pussy never stopped creaming him and making his job even more difficult.

  I clenched down and made it harder for him to pull out. Each stroke milked their cocks harder and yanked them back inside for more.

  “Ohhh fuck!” Jack said, feeling his cock kick and spurt, ready to unload.

  The sounds of Jack nearly coming, also set a fire inside of Jamie, and his ass-fucking intensified in power.

  “Ohhh give it to me…fuck my ass.”

  “Yeah?” Jamie said. “Say it like you mean it.”

  “Fuck my ass, do it! Ohhh make me cum.”

  “Talk to me too,” Jack said, jealous in all the right ways. Fucking me harder and faster just to keep up with Jamie.

  “Both of you…please…f-fuck the shit out of me.”

  We all smiled as we sensed orgasm was imminent. The waves of passion striking at the perfect moment, all of us screaming, our bodies shaking in involuntary panic – we were all going to come together.

  “Where…” Jack said before losing his voice. “Where…do you want me to come?”

  “Anywhere…right inside me, please…”

  I turned back to Jamie and let him nuzzle the nape of my neck while he filled my ass up as far as I could stretch. “You too…come inside. I want us all to feel it.”

  “Ohhhhh here it comes!” Jack said, feeling his will break and his cock firing out gobs of hot warm cum that reached the farthest ends of my pussy. I panted embarrassingly loud as I came right along with him – creaming him one more time before my body jiggled. Smothered by my tits, Jack sent hot breaths all over my chest as he finished orgasming inside me.

  Jamie followed suite and wiggled his hips as he finally relented and sent angry sperm into my ass, filling me up and giving me a dizzy spell. I came so hard that day my body went numb…then sore…then this amazing feeling of euphoria that lasted for hours.

  It was just like the dream. Every orifice was open and filled with the sensation of water, flesh and body fluids. We slid between each other, flexible as eels. The more I aroused them, the more I was aroused. We were in synchrony. My touch was their touch, my pleasure, their bliss. We climaxed together and floated in each other’s arms, completely spent.

  We were all a little dazed by what just happened. I don’t plan these things. I never planned to kiss Daniel and I never planned to seduce Jamie and Jack. That sounds lame, but it’s the truth. I’ve never been very sexually aggressive, usually relying on the guy to make the first move, and rarely giving much encouragement. Maybe my heroes had an extra helping of pheromones, making it hard to resist them, sort of like sirens in reverse. Maybe I just didn’t care anymore. My world had become everything I had been told was a fable. Maybe I couldn’t resist their big phoenix hearts.

  I think we were planning to talk about it. We nuzzled close together, cherishing each other’s bodies, trying to find words, when Lenny walked in. Once more, my rash actions drew a knife through his heart.

  Jamie

  I wouldn’t have hurt the kid for anything in the world. I’d rather rip off my wings. In some ways, he is the purest among us. The rest of us have become a bit more cynical over the centuries, having tasted the finest and knowing the spaces between them were long, encounters with the best were rare. He sees the good in people even when they are flawed. He liked to remind us that we’re all flawed in some way. It’s why he doesn’t conform to standards.

  I knew he was attracted to Tanya. You could see it in those melting brown eyes that followed her around like a love-starved puppy. He was awkward about it. Lenny knows a lot of seductive women. He knows women who change out lovers as casually and picking out new clothes. He doesn’t know much, however, about serious young college women committed to their education. They’re almost a different species. They play by their own rules without telling men what they are. We’re supposed to guess, and if we guess wrong, we’re disqualified from the game.

  I tried to keep my distance, although it was hard. Those lovely golden legs looked magnificent in silk and I couldn’t help noticing, she wore a lot of silk. It told me something about her. Although she was conservative by day, in the evening privacy of her home, she was sensual.

  When I escorted her through the rose garden, I had the strongest urge to sweep her into my arms and kiss her. The night air breathed with the fragrance of flowers. The moon spilled over her shoulders. I knew she wouldn’t reject me. I felt she wanted me, but it would have been irresponsible. She needed to rest and clear her head, and I needed to return to our work space.

  I got back just in time to hear Daniel say on the speakerphone, “I’m following her now.”

  “What’s happening?” I asked, taking a seat next to Jack. He held his hand up while he listened to the static. “Daniel saw the librarian transform. She almost gave him the slip. She waited until the bus came, then shape-shifted with the bus blocking the view. Luckily, he crossed the highway undetected. She’s moving along Fifth Avenue.”

  I tried to hide my annoyance, but it crept through. “Why isn’t Lenny with him? They should have been watching from both sides of the street.”

  “He told Daniel he was going to check in with Ready Freddy to verify Gloria’s information.” He saw the fitful look that crossed my face as I sighed. “Jamie, he’s still a kid. Daniel can handle the stake-out. Lenny is doing what he knows how to do best.”

  Daniel’s voice came through again. “She’s veering off. She hasn’t seen me. It looks like she’s headed toward Centr
al Park.”

  Jack looked as puzzled as I felt. He stroked his goatee, his decorated pinky raised a little like he was sipping tea. I called the gesture effeminate and affected. Women called it elegant. I suppose I shouldn’t judge. Phoenixes are known for their vanity, our major flaw. But, no matter how you slice it, we really are more gorgeous in our phoenix form than a peacock or a parrot, and I believe we’re pretty good rivals for man of the year in our human form.

  Daniel’s voice whispered through in ghostly conspiracy. “She’s definitely entering Central Park. I don’t see Lenny or Freddy. Maybe they already left or met somewhere else. Have you heard from him?”

  Jack pitched his voice, so it wasn’t quite so deep as he spoke into his phone. He speaks from the diaphragm, which almost didn’t seem necessary as he has a vibrational frequency that would knock the socks off a deaf man. I’ll swear by it. I knew a deaf person who said she could understand every word Jack said just by placing her hands on the floorboards. “He hasn’t checked in yet. What is she doing in Central Park? Is it her hunting ground?”

  “I’m going to stick around and find out. Call me if you hear from Lenny.”

  Daniel clicked off before Jack could say anything more. He was probably getting too close to the harpy, who had very good hearing. Jack and I sat back in our chairs, facing each other. “It seems we have a dilemma every which way we turn,” he remarked.

  “Lenny’s rebellion?”

  “And why is the harpy in Central Park? Is it misdirection? Do you think she knows Daniel is tailing her?”

  I stared at the speaker phone, suddenly wishing it would just hurry up and ring so we could get over it, one way or another. All we had so far was a trail of circumstantial evidence. Daniel didn’t even officially see the librarian shift, although it couldn’t possibly be anyone else.

  Jack swirled in his chair and went out to the kitchen, returning with his famous Russian tea, spiked with a little Stolichnaya. Fire to appease the fires. It wasn’t the wine of the gods, but it was close enough for comfort. “Both Daniel and Lenny are attracted to Tanya,” he said between sips.

  I thought of her impossibly long legs in silk. “She has a lot of attractive qualities,” I said a little cautiously. Tanya had become the skeleton in the closet, something we didn’t talk about.

  “I’m attracted to her, too,” he said calmly.

  I finished my tea in a big gulp. This was really not the conversation I wanted to have. What were we going to do? Dice her up in four quarters like a cow? “She’s taking a long time in the sauna,” I muttered. “Do you think she’s alright?”

  Jack’s eyes roamed from one end of the room to the other. Daniel probably wouldn’t call back in until he had discovered where the harpy was going. At this point, he couldn’t risk exposure, but he couldn’t risk being very far away from her, either. “She looked pretty tired. People have been known to fall asleep in tubs much smaller than ours and drown. Maybe we should check on her.”

  I stood up and brushed myself off, all official business. “We need to lock down this end, anyway. We left it open for Tanya’s sake, but for her safety, we need to close it up.”

  We locked the glass sliding doors and pressed a code so two metal plates slid into place behind them. In the few seconds it took me for this security measure, Jack was already striding out to the foyer a little too quickly for a routine safety check. I measured my steps, so I caught up with him without appearing to hurry. Tall people have that advantage.

  His hand reached the door first, but I still glued to his side. “We go in together.”

  Jack could have pushed me out of the way with his sheer bulk, but it wasn’t his style. He let the door swing wide, so a rush of steam enveloped us as we entered the sauna. She had lit all the candles. They flickered in a soft array around her. She lay so still, her body completely stretched out that my heart leaped into my chest. “Is she…”

  Jack put out his arm to restrain me. “She’s asleep. She’s moving.”

  She was doing more than just move. Her body was undulating. Her breasts stood straight up, and the curly, golden mound rose up out of the water, then back under in steady rhythm. Her long legs stretched, the toes, brightly painted with green glitter polish at the nails, curled, then relaxed. I stood close to the edge of the pool, watching anxiously. “We should probably wake her. If her head slips, she’ll go under.”

  Jack was already taking off his clothes. “We should probably go into the tub to wake her. She’s in a deep sleep. We don’t want her to panic.”

  I began removing mine just as quickly. “Good idea.”

  Just as we reached the edge of the tub, she gasped. Her back arched. Her breasts puddled out so only the nipples stood as pert as candles. I heard a halleluiah choir in the background of my mind as that golden mound rose up like an offering to the gods. Then it subsided and she opened her eyes. I held my breath. I’ve been in a lot of strange situations, but never in one where my buddy and I were standing in our boxer shorts, staring down at a beautiful woman who just had an orgasm in our tub. She could hang me with those long legs, but I didn’t care. I could not take my eyes off her.

  I think we spoke. It was more like a roaring in my ears. The next thing I remembered was that she had slid off my shorts and drawn me into the tub. Her hands slid down my legs like velvet. Her wet hair dragged across my belly. She was doing me, but she was drawing in Jack simultaneously. It was the hottest thing I had experienced since falling in with a flock of shape-shifting flamingos. I was selfish back then. I had three leggy, pink-haired lovelies all to myself and didn’t bother to introduce them to any of my friends. Flamingos are kind of silly and impetuous, though. They have box-of-rocks brains. Tanya was different. She was beautiful, tender, smart and completely natural. There isn’t a phoenix around who can resist that type of temptation.

  All these centuries that I’d known Jack, it just seemed natural to share with him. Tania was a morning, afternoon and evening delight. She was insatiable. She tasted and nibbled. Her hands followed her tongue, stroking, cupping and lightly squeezing every bulge I had, from my biceps to my butt cheeks.

  She was like a sea creature in the water, a mermaid with legs. Legs that could do the most wondrous things, like wrapping around the back and locking tightly. Legs that could sprawl out along mine, then cross over, sliding a foot down Jack’s back until that marvelous limb had tucked him in close to her as well. It became such a blur, we could no longer tell whose touch was whose. The white water bubbled and troughed. The steam rose from our bodies, the fiery vapors mingling with the damp air, trailing out like ghosts. In one final thrust, I exploded. My groan was muffled by Jack’s giant sigh and Tanya’s ecstatic scream.

  As Jack had said, we seemed to be creating one dilemma after another. We were completely spent. We sat back, our heads resting on the edge of the tub, trying to catch our mutually exhausted breath. We were all stunned by what happened, and not quite willing to talk about it yet. Lenny made it so we had to.

  He had returned to file his report. He must have heard Tania’s scream and followed it to the sauna. When I saw the look on his face, I felt worse than a miner with a dead canary. I don’t think I’d seen him this sad since the day Janis Joplin died.

  I tried to pretend we had all just been enjoying a good soak. I got out of the tub as casually as I could, wiped myself down with a towel and put on my trousers. “Hey, little buddy,” I said, trying to keep my voice jovial. “what are your street rats telling you?”

  He looked at me coldly, his brown eyes surprisingly hard. “They tell me I can put more trust in a prostitute than I can my best friends.”

  “Lenny, there’s no need to be like that.” Jack was also trying to pretend nothing had happened. He’d wrapped a towel around his waist, which only made his chest look more massive.

  He tried to touch Lenny’s arm, but he pulled back bitterly. “No? You know how I feel! I told you how I feel! You must have been laughing behind my back the whole t
ime.”

  Tanya squeaked in a high, trembling voice, “nobody is laughing at you. I care about you, Lenny. I don’t want to hurt you.” She wasn’t at all good at pretense. She had scrambled out of the water as fast as she could climb and into the silky, green robe without even bothering to put on her negligee. The folds highlighted every delicious bump and curve. She didn’t even need a siren’s song to make pancakes out of a men’s mental capacity.

  “You don’t want to hurt me, so you sleep with everybody but me.” He gave a toneless laugh. “I don’t even know why I’m here.”

  I don’t know what would have happened if Daniel had not walked in just then. The air was so charged, it could short out an electrical conduit, yet he behaved as though there was nothing at all out of the ordinary about three nearly naked people arguing with a very angry Lenny. It’s not that Daniel is oblivious to family drama. It’s just that he’s one of the few people I’ve ever known who had never really been jealous; of anything or anybody. Some people always have an even temper and some people never feel pain. Daniel didn’t understand jealousy. It was outside his emotional experiences.

  He was full of news about his stake-out. “She was cautious,” he said, his voice a little breathless. “She circled the park several times while I waited without moving a muscle. Finally, she entered a copse of trees. It was the same copse Tanya had fled to when she was seeking shelter. The trees became so thick, it was difficult to see through them without landing, so I called on the ravens to help me. They found the nest. It’s in one of the tallest trees in the park and surrounded by heavy brush. There were five harpies in it. It looks like they’re preparing to procreate.”

  Finding the subject a welcome relief from our current conversation, I spat and growled, “Baby harpies. So ugly, they’ll never be cute.”

  Jack was trying to dress himself without appearing to do so. He slipped his pants on under the towel and straightened up. Now that his legs were covered, he wadded the towel and wiped down his chest, paying extra attention to the man-curls that narrowed down to a thin black line as they traveled down his stomach. “The Sphynx lied to us. Why did he send us to Bryant Park? We wasted a whole day there and even enlisted the badgers and bears. They’re going to be grouchy for the next six months.”