by Sahara Kelly
Just as she was getting accustomed to their attentions, Logan stripped her skirt and petticoat away. This was followed by an appreciative caress of her buttocks, which made her realize how her entire body was moving into a state of heightened sensitivity. She could feel the tiny ridges on his fingertips as he stroked her roundness and she shivered as he ran his fingers along the small strip of her thong.
Tyler chose that moment to leave her mouth and move to her neck, her ear and her shoulder, and all she could do was let her head drop back while he feasted on her skin, her lips cooling and mourning the loss of his touch.
Behind her, Logan was all heat and solid muscle, and she realized he was naked now, his cock hard and thrusting against her bottom.
When his hands circled her and moved upward, she held her breath. Not from apprehension this time, but from need, from the deep urgent desire to have him touch her breasts.
He did, and she sighed long and loud. Her nipples were one of her hot-spots, super sensitive and hard-wired into her sexual arousal system. She knew this from her own self-experimentation, but until now, until Logan, no man had explored this unique relationship to its fullest.
Logan did.
His bare skin against her back was a turn-on in and of itself. But when his hands cupped and lifted her breasts, she figured she was probably glowing with pleasure. His whispers against her ear, words she had to fight to understand through her increasing sexual haze, well it all added to what was happening to her.
When he began to play, to tug, tease and eventually to pinch her nipples, she fought against a wriggle of exquisite pleasure.
And when he finally got to a sharp twisting pull she knew her cup of happiness was running over between her thighs. Which happened to be where Tyler was pulling aside her thong and about to put his tongue.
And when he did…
Holyfuckingshit.
Her entire body arched, hips thrusting toward Tyler, shoulders bowing backward into Logan's arms.
He released a breast and reached up, seizing her chin, turning her head and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, a savage kiss in contrast to the gentle seduction Tyler had delivered moments before.
She met him stroke for stroke, the roughness a perfect foil for the feel of his hand on her breast and Tyler's tongue delving deeply into the folds of her pussy. He'd gripped her buttocks and pushed his way past her thong. Oddly enough, the fact that she still wore the little scrap of lace added a frisson of eroticism…it was more arousing than being totally nude. More forbidden or wicked, perhaps.
She didn't really have time to ponder the intricacies, since both men were demanding her attention.
Her knees began to tremble as Tyler pressed home his mouth, nuzzling, sucking, licking, drinking her down in great gulps and learning the places that made her shiver. She couldn't stay still, writhing in his grasp, hungering with every inch for Tyler's mouth and Logan's kiss.
They knew, without a doubt. They moved in tandem, keeping her shuddering with pleasure, caressing then teasing and arousing. Her body responded instantly, moving with them, offering them whatever they cared to take.
She knew no shame, thrusting her hips into Tyler's face and her breasts into Logan's hands.
She had fallen into their carefully designed trap, lured by their exquisite talent for sexuality. A tiny part of her brain hoped she'd get out with a whole skin. The rest of her just flat out didn't care.
Overwhelmed, she staggered into Logan, her legs threatening to give way and crumple around Tyler's face.
But they seemed ready for this and she was in their arms before she realized her feet had left the ground. A bed materialized beneath her, soft and expansive, and she opened her eyes to see Logan, beautifully naked in the low light, stripping her thong from her body with gentle movements.
Behind him, Tyler finished undressing, his eyes roaming her body appreciatively as his clothes fell away.
She felt powerful, feminine, and admired; a heady brew of sensual eroticism heated by a hunger growing deep in her belly.
These men were compelling, lovely to look at, prime specimens of masculinity. Everything that was female inside Susannah stood up and gave them a standing ovation. And then laid down with legs spread wide open in wanton invitation.
She knew this night would meet or exceed any ideas she'd ever had about sex. Neither man would let it be otherwise.
Any worries or inhibitions she'd clung to vanished at the first stroke of their skin against hers.
And her world suddenly became illuminated with the brilliance of unimagined possibilities.
The two men moved almost as one, with Logan clambering onto the bed and moving upward near her head while Tyler curled himself down toward her thighs. From there, they resumed their earlier activities.
"You taste so good." The whisper came from lips that hovered above her sex.
"I…" She didn't know how to answer.
"I can't wait until it's my turn to find out," Logan murmured as he shifted his position. "Until then I'll have to make do with these."
He cupped her breasts and squeezed them together, then dipped his head and swiped his tongue forcefully over both her nipples. It was an amazingly wonderful sensation and she gasped out a moan of delight. "Jesus. Do that again."
"My pleasure."
He did, repeating the move, just as Tyler rediscovered the wet and swollen folds of her pussy lips. Helpless, she squirmed and groaned, sobbing out a breath as two mouths suckled and licked and nipped on the most erogenous areas of her body.
Logan seemed to know instinctively how to play with her tender areolas, where to be gentle and when to pull with his entire mouth. He kept the teasing arousal steady and unbelievably wonderful, working in concert with Tyler, whose hair tickled the inside of her thighs.
For his part, Tyler was demonstrating a skill at oral sex that bewildered Susannah. She enjoyed this particular activity, of course, since she was the focus of attention and there wasn't a damn thing wrong with that in her book.
But usually such treatment brought her orgasm quickly, and the touch of a man's tongue against her clit--or even near it after a certain point--did the trick.
Once again, she was proved wrong.
Tyler knew how to lick her and suck her. And he knew where. Within seconds she was aroused, her body alight with nerve endings shimmering with sexual excitement. There could be only one resolution. And yet it didn't come.
Neither, to her surprise, did she.
Every thrusting touch of Tyler's tongue added fuel to her fire. Yet his pace was leisurely, his exploration detailed and steady. She began to understand that he wasn't eating her pussy to make her come, he was eating her pussy because he enjoyed it. He treated her sex like the finest delicacy, something to be savored and enjoyed for what it was, not what it would do if he worked it a certain way.
He sampled her hot juices, which she knew were coating more than just her thighs at this point. He took time to kiss her belly, diverted his attention to her navel for a few moments and then returned to slowly and ever so lightly stroke his tongue around her clit, bringing her up again to a level of almost painful need.
And all the while Logan played with her breasts.
The words unbelievably talented and incredibly skilled darted through Susannah's mind as she lay trembling beneath the attentions of her two lovers. Never had she hit this level of eroticism or arousal without climaxing.
She was being played like a Stradivarius violin beneath the hands of two master musicians and responding wildly to each subtle touch.
How long she enjoyed it, she couldn't have said. Eons or minutes…time became an abstract concept.
And soon the hunger began to build. The emptiness in her body became an ache, a yearning for something to fill it, stretch it, thrust into it and push her thighs wide. Her lips parted and she flicked out her tongue to moisten them as her breath hitched in her throat.
A part of her mind realized they'd built her ar
ousal not only for her own pleasure, but so that it would match theirs. So that she would desire them as much as they desired her.
It had worked.
She sucked in air. "I need you. Both of you. Please…"
"We know." Tyler blew gently on her most sensitive folds. "We want you too."
"How--"
Her question was cut short by a quick kiss from Logan. "Let us show you. Trust us, Susannah."
"I do." She looked at him, his hair mussed, his eyes reflecting the dim light. So beautiful. As was Tyler, earring twinkling amongst the dark blond silk strands, leaning on her thigh with his chin resting on her hipbone. Two lovely animals, male to their eyebrows, ready to fuck her into heaven.
God, Christmas had arrived ahead of schedule this year. And it had nothing to do with Virginia or Santa. It had turned out to be one giant gift of sexual awareness and she intended to enjoy it to the max.
She let a slow gentle smile cross her lips. "I trust you. Show me."
The almost feline pleasure in her expression nearly tipped Logan over the edge. He loved foreplay and he was harder than steel against her skin. Her breasts were sweet and full and when he suckled her swollen flesh into his mouth--well, it was bliss, more bliss and an extra helping of bliss on the side.
She responded to his touch, and to Tyler's as well. They had enough experience to know that two mouths needed to do half as much arousing, and had perfected their technique over the years.
It was all paying off with this one amazing woman.
Logan felt the shivering rigidity of her nipples as he tongued and sucked them. He nipped delicately when Tyler was busy with her navel, then laved the tiny hurt with soft strokes once Tyler went down on her again.
She was moving a little, a sensual shift of her body that spoke volumes. Her arousal wasn't in question, restraining her orgasm was. There was only so much a body could take before the inevitable series of events took place. Nature had designed it to be that way.
So all Tyler and Logan could really do was postpone that event for as long as they could. And hold on to their control while they were at it.
Logan found himself thankful he wasn't ten years younger or he'd have come all over her by now, just from the taste of her breasts and the scent of her pussy. He wanted his turn there, but could wait for a while. They had all night and had learned long ago that the best nights were those spent in leisurely exploration and hours of play.
Why rush into the madness of orgasm when there was so much fun to be derived from extending the trip?
Sure, his cock was hard and his balls taut with the need to ejaculate. But he wasn't going to die from waiting a little longer.
Besides, he knew what was going to happen--he was going to let her suck him. And that was one of his greatest pleasures. There was nothing quite like a woman's lips around his cock. He loved pussy and he loved fucking that pussy, but was quite content when his partner went down on him. He was a man of simple tastes, he supposed, but when it boiled down to the basics, he just liked sex. And orgasms. Any way he could get 'em.
Tonight--well, tonight was a little different.
Tonight it would be Susannah's mouth on him and when he saw her lick her lips, his cock throbbed painfully.
Her plea, her request for them both, her obvious need…it was all fuel for the fire.
Both he and Tyler moved as one to satisfy that need.
Logan helped her up toward the headboard, resting her shoulders against the pillows he mounded there.
Tyler followed, rising to his knees and slipping them beneath her thighs. It was a formation they'd tried before and one they both enjoyed. Tyler could fuck her pussy with his cock and Logan would straddle her, putting himself in the right place for her to reach him with her mouth while keeping his weight off her body.
He heard Tyler's movements as he sheathed himself in a condom. For a moment Logan wondered if he should do the same, but then he glanced down at Susannah. This was a woman he knew, not a stranger. He wouldn't ever fuck anyone without protection, but oral sex?
Tonight nothing would keep him from experiencing her lips on his sensitive flesh. A drop of pre-cum seeped from the swollen head of his cock as his anticipation rose higher.
"Are you ready?" He leaned forward, grasped his erection and brushed her lips. Her arms were trapped by his thighs, and he knew without looking behind him that Tyler had her legs spread wide.
She nodded, her face flushed a little, licking the tiny slick of moisture he'd left, her eyelids heavy and languorous. "God, yes."
She moaned and her hips rose…Tyler was beginning to penetrate her. He would do it slowly, wringing every possible sensation out of the experience.
Logan knew it--he'd watched the focus on his friend's face at this moment many times before. That first entry, that first thrust into a woman's hottest and wettest darkness--it was special, no question about it.
Susannah's lips had parted and her tongue flicked out once again. She looked up at Logan with eyes shadowed and mysterious. "I can't reach you."
Her hands moved fretfully where he had them pinned to her body, and he realized he'd been watching her, drifting in the moment, almost forgetting what he was about to do. He smiled. "Let's fix that."
Moving his hips, Logan shifted his cock and Susannah opened her mouth eagerly. As she put a tentative kiss on his arousal, he sighed and shivered. Then she sucked on the swollen head and drew a groan from deep in his gut.
God, it was amazing.
And there was more to follow, since one taste seemed to have whetted her appetite. Susannah sucked his cock with enthusiasm and pleasure, her eyelids drifting shut as she found her pace, her suction wavering as Tyler moved within her.
The sounds of sex filled the room, slick and subtle, flesh against flesh, lips against velvet, hot juices sliding over hard muscle.
Her body moved with Tyler's thrusts, her mouth moved against Logan's cock.
He felt all three of them begin the slow slide down into the heated world of desire and ecstasy. The air was rich with the scent of their bodies, the bed whispered softly as they moved and the dance leading to release had begun.
There was no stopping it now.
Logan felt the air on his back, a breeze stirred by Tyler's steady thrusts, his breath quicker and shallower as he plunged more deeply.
Susannah was moaning around Logan's cock, her body moving with as Tyler fucked her, her mouth sucking on Logan as if he was her lifeline. Her hands had found his legs and she was holding on, uniting all three of them into one writhing unit of arms, and legs and hunger…
Logan's balls shuddered and his spine began to tingle with that strange static charge that presaged his orgasm.
Behind him, Tyler was making a tiny sound, not quite a grunt nor a groan but something in between, something distinct that was a signal of his growing need to come.
All that was needed was Susannah.
Logan wrenched his attention to her face, seeing her flushed and vague, her lips eagerly sucking him, her tongue working him and her head moving as she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.
Even as she did so, Tyler thrust forcefully, hammering into her enough to lift her hips from the bed and raise her up into Logan, where he straddled her. It was as if that final touch, that final contact was the signal for them all.
Tyler gasped and let out a shout, a wordless sound of completion, freezing into immobility behind Logan.
Susannah screamed around Logan's cock, her mouth wide, her eyes squeezing shut and her body pulsating with massive spasms.
It was enough for him. He made to pull back, away from her mouth, but she managed to open her eyelids and frown at him, trying to follow him with her head. So he stayed where he was, his cock in her mouth.
And he came.
She swallowed him eagerly, as if she had been waiting for this moment. Her tongue milked him even as her body shook beneath him and she moaned low and deep.
He pumped himself
dry, loving how she sucked him even then, how her eyelids drifted shut again and how even the texture of her skin changed as she rolled through her own orgasm.
He wanted to roar, to yell, to let the world know he was man and he was coming--yet he remained quiet, choosing to listen and experience everyone's release as well as his own. It was early yet. There was plenty of time for roaring later on.
For now, he was content to come in her mouth, to let his seed flow down her throat, to let her swallow him damn near whole.
And as Tyler sighed and slumped forward, resting his head against Logan's spine, an air of complete satisfaction permeated the room and settled over the three on the bed.
Gently they disengaged themselves, the men sliding up to sandwich Susannah between them.
She blinked, her expression priceless.
Logan knew the feeling. He figured he probably wore that same look. Damn sure Tyler did.
They were sticky, messy and sated, and none of that mattered.
Wrapped around each other, they slept.
Chapter Five
There was more.
Susannah woke to the lovely sensation of warm dampness moving over her skin, and discovered--to her pleasure--that she was being thoroughly cleansed by Logan and a soft wet facecloth.
It was luxurious, decadent and unique, and she simply lay there and let it happen, her skin alive and damn near purring beneath the attention.
Tyler returned to the bed and pulled up the pillows, sitting on her other side and balancing a tray on his legs. "Sustenance. Sexual gods like us need fuel for our lusts."
"Mmm." She hummed around a sweet fat raspberry he popped into her mouth.
"Save a few of those for me." Logan ran the cloth over Susannah's pussy, and leaned over to drop a kiss on the sensitive flesh, making her moan. "And this is going to be my dessert this time."
Susannah blinked and moved upward a little, looking at both of them, naked and comfortable as they tended to her needs. They were eating, joking, sprawling on the massive bed, as casual as you please, seemingly unaware of their nudity--and making her totally conscious of hers.