Feels So Good

by Berengaria Brown

  “Would you like to come?” teased VJ.

  “Yes!”she gasped.

  “Come now,” the men said together. Fingers pinched her clit and her nipple. A third finger thrust hard into her ass. The fingers in her pussy curved up to stroke her G-spot.

  Waves of passion rolled over her and burst from every nerve ending at once. Yasmin shook and shook and shook as the climax crashed through her, leaving her limp and drained. “Oh, my,” she whispered.

  “Time to fuck,” said VJ, getting up off the floor and grabbing condoms and lube.

  “Huh?” I don’t think I can move.”

  “You don’t need to move.” Pearce picked her up and dropped her into the center of the bed, slapping her pink ass twice more as she landed.

  Yasmin was still trying to get her head around the awesome sex she’d just had as the men stripped fast, throwing clothes everywhere, then dived onto the bed with her.

  In no time at all they were wearing condoms, lube had been squirted into her ass, and VJ was pulling her onto his body, sliding his cock into her still swollen and tender pussy.

  The feeling of being filled and stretched was wonderful. Yasmin sighed happily as he sunk into her to the hilt.

  Then Pearce was behind her, his cock prodding her well-lubed and stretched dark channel. He pressed easily inside her and she was beyond filled, beyond stretched, so very full with two huge cocks inside her. For long moments they both stayed in her, then VJ gradually withdrew until only the head of his cock remained in her pussy. Before she could feel a sense of loss, he started to push back in, and Pearce matched him in reverse, withdrawing in time with VJ entering. The men repeated this tactic over and over again, moving faster, pushing harder, until they were slamming into her, flesh slapping against flesh, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

  Yasmin’s brain was completely fried. She could no longer think. All she could do was enjoy the wonderful feeling of the men sliding in and out, filling her, stretching her, possessing her.

  Every few strokes VJ dragged his cock along her walls, pressing up so it hit her G-spot. Then he tilted his pelvis up hard against her mons, exciting her clit with his touch.

  From behind her, Pearce pressed his mouth against her shoulder, her neck, her ears, kissing and sucking the tender skin. Several times he took a hand off her hip to cup her breast, or tweak her nipple.

  Yasmin tried to respond in kind, touching one man or the other, but she was so overwhelmed with the double penetration, most of the time she just held on for the ride.

  Her body was on fire with sensation. Every inch of her skin was alive with the need to come. A climax was coiling unstoppably deep inside her core, building higher and she knew it would soon burst out.

  She clenched her ass hard around Pearce, then tightened her inner muscles around VJ. Both men groaned then redoubled their efforts, now jack hammering into her together. The extra stimulation was enough to throw her over the precipice into climax. It exploded through her, from her ass, her belly, her pussy, her nipples, out and down her legs, curling her toes. Along her arms and out her fingertips. Up her neck and out the top of her head. Every nerve, every muscle, every tendon, afire with sensation.

  At that moment, VJ thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, running it along the roof, around behind her teeth, and then he sucked her tongue. As she came, she felt him explode in her pussy, their bodies united skin to skin from mouth to pelvis.

  Then she felt a surge of heat in her ass as Pearce erupted inside her too. His mouth was on her neck, sucking the skin there. His chest was a hard wall of muscle resting along her back. His hips were still thrusting against her ass as the last of his seed released into the condom.

  Yasmin was overcome by sensations, by the power of the triple orgasms. Enveloped by hard males she whispered softly, “I love you both so much. You fulfill me, make me realize how good it is to be part of a team. I know you only went crazy today because you care, and I love you both for that too.”

  “I love you too. I never thought I would love anyone but Pearce, but you are a part of both of us now,” VJ said.

  “I couldn’t bear it if anyone hurt you. That’s when I knew you were more than just a playmate, that I loved you,” said Pearce.

  ***

  Once they arrived at the national park they spent time looking at the map and deciding what to do.

  “I like the idea of an all-day hike. We haven’t done one of those for a while. What do you think?” suggested VJ.

  “Oh yes. It’d be good to walk up to the Outlook. It’s supposed be an awesome, panoramic view over miles of country, right to the coast,” said Yasmin.

  “Sounds like a plan. We’ll take fruit and sandwiches, wet weather gear, water, maybe a flashlight…”

  “Wait up, Pearce. We have to carry that stuff. We’re not taking the RV with us,” groaned Yasmin.

  “He’s big and tough. He can carry everything except my sandwich and water. I’ll carry that,” joked VJ.

  “What, afraid I’ll eat your lunch?” teased Pearce.

  “Yes!” the others chorused.

  So, shortly after dawn, wearing sweaters and hiking boots and carrying a day pack each, they left the camp ground and headed up the trail, then up the mountain. After an hour or so, the sun was shining brightly, their sweaters were tied around their waists, and they were chatting as they hiked, the track still rising steadily ever higher.

  As the track became steeper their conversation became intermittent, and finally they were concentrating on keeping to the path and moving at a steady, measured pace.

  At last, VJ, who was leading, walked out from between the trees and stood on a plateau. “We’re here!” he announced, rather unnecessarily as the others were right behind him.

  Yasmin walked to the edge of the plateau and looked down. “Oh yeah, that was worth it. How excellent is that view.” She dropped down onto the grass, slid her pack off her back, and pulled out a water bottle.

  They sat and rested for a while, idly chatting about the scenery and the view, then out of nowhere, VJ said, “Yasmin, you will come home with us, won’t you? Move in with us, become a permanent part of our lives?”

  “Yes, but I would have to find a real job, though. I could never just sit at home while you were both at work. I’d go insane. But I could still work a day or so a week for you and maybe get a part-time job.”

  “I’ve been thinking about that,” said Pearce. “There are lots and lots of other gadgets out there that VJ would be interested in to expand his business. He has teams wanting to branch out, acquire more stock, manufacture new items. I’ve done a bit of looking these past few weeks, but it’s not really my thing, and I have a full-time job waiting for me when we get home. But you catch on so fast, I reckon it’s something you could do much better than either of us.”

  “Like be a talent scout?” she asked.

  “It’s more following the message boards and blogs of these people, getting to know them. Investigating what’s new or what’s been improved. I just don’t have time to do that, and I know some of my guys want to expand their business. I only take on equipment that has been properly tested, but I can tap into grants from research organizations for people who have something viable but lack the funds for full testing. Anyway, there’s no need to answer right now. Think about it,” said VJ.

  Yasmin pondered for a time. She’d seen some gaps that needed filling in his inventory, and she’d caught some of VJ’s excitement for this work. Yeah, maybe, she could do that. She could certainly give it a try and see if she was happy doing it. And, hell yeah, she wanted to stay with these men. The thought of leaving them sent shards of pain right through her heart. The work situation could be sorted out later. But to stay, oh yes. No question about that. She loved them. It was that simple.

  While she had been thinking her eyes had been drawn to a ridge of knolls over to her right. Leaving her pack on the ground, she walked to the edge of the plateau, her mind automatically making the calc
ulations. The first knoll was an easy jump, and the second was even closer, looking to be almost attached to the first. The third was a possibility. She’d decide if that one was doable later.

  Yasmin walked back to the middle of the plateau and took in a deep breath. Both the men were watching her. “If I move in with you, I’ll need some independence. You can’t wrap me in cotton wool. Have you ever tried knoll hopping? It’s as much fun as dune jumping.”

  Without giving them time to reply, Yasmin sprinted across the plateau and launched herself, arms outstretched, toward the knoll on the right. She landed easily on the ridge, and ran hard across the side of the knoll. As she’d thought, the second knoll was joined to this one, so, arms spread wide she jumped again from peak to peak.

  The third knoll was a little farther apart, but still a doable jump. Yasmin increased her pace and launched herself into space. Once again, she landed on grass and jogged forward a little way before turning and looking back.

  Pearce still stood on the plateau, his mouth wide open and his hands on his hips. “You’re fucking insane!”

  Yasmin laughed, watching as VJ came racing across the grass, landing safely on the first knoll. He’d remembered the lessons from the sand dune and didn’t slow down as he ran across the ridge to the second knoll, and then the third. By the time he was standing beside her his face was split by a wide grin.

  “Come on! It’s fucking awesome,” he yelled to Pearce.

  “You’re as mad as she is. I’ll probably break my neck. Or you will getting back here,” Pearce replied. But nonetheless he walked across the plateau, turned, ran, built up speed, and jumped. He landed easily on each knoll, his long legs and sturdy muscles ideal for this sport.

  “Holy shit, that’s fun,” he gasped as they stood on the third knoll. “But it’s too dangerous, you really shouldn’t be doing it,” he added frowning at Yasmin.

  “You can get killed crossing the road. Besides, I don’t want to die of dementia or cancer, I’d rather live life to the fullest.”

  “Yeah, you do, don’t you, honey,” Pearce said soberly, wrapping his arms around her. “You really do live life to the fullest. I guess that’s a lesson I needed to learn.”

  “Well, we’ve started by taking this trip,” VJ added, enclosing them both in a hug, making them a unit.

  “Excuse me for interrupting, but I couldn’t help overhear…” A hesitant voice sounded from behind a cairn of rocks.

  The threesome broke apart and Yasmin saw an older man, maybe fiftyish, climbing out from what almost seemed to be a cave in the rocks.

  “I’m sorry. Did we spoil your solitude?” she asked.

  “I came up here to think a few things through. But watching you fly through the air like that reminded me of when I was young and used to go knoll hopping with friends. I’d forgotten all about how good it can be. I haven’t done that in thirty years, but I expect it’s like riding a bike and I’ll remember it. May I go back with you? I believe I need a ride into town.”

  “Yeah, sure. I’m VJ. This is Pearce, and Yasmin.”

  The man shook their hands and said, “Orson. I’m the locksmith for this area.”

  “Ah. Someone stole your records and some keys.”

  “However did you know that? I’m almost positive it’s my ex-wife. I didn’t want to say anything, but I’ve decide to tell Joe.”

  “I think Sheriff Beeton may know. Does your ex have gray hair worn in an updo and drive an old brown car?” asked VJ.

  “The hair, yes. The car’s her brother’s.”

  “I saw them rob the little store at the turn-off to the national park,” explained Yasmin.

  “That turd. I never did like him. Oh, well, I’d better get back and speak to Joe.” Orson straightened his shoulders and nodded at the others, then said to Yasmin, “May I go first this time?”

  “Of course.”

  He ran straight along the ridge and jumped like a professional. Yasmin followed him, then VJ, and finally Pearce. They collected their backpacks and headed down the mountain and back to the campground.

  It’s been a very interesting day with such a lot happening. A new life to plan, a mystery solved, and more great sex ahead. Yasmin smiled.

  ***

  In the end, the threesome accompanied Orson to the sheriff’s. In part because the older man had asked them to, but mainly because they were impressed with how he’d faced up to a disaster not caused by him, taking the path of justice instead of opting out.

  They’d shared their lunches with him on the journey and gotten a good feel for a man of integrity, whose world had collapsed around him when his wife had followed her brother into a life of petty crime.

  The sheriff was ahead of them. He already had the two criminals behind bars awaiting interviews. It seemed the man had convinced his sister that even if they were recognized, no one would bother to point the finger at them, as the robberies were for small amounts that would always be covered by insurance. That’s why they never used weapons, to keep the crimes too minor to be worth going to court over.

  “Man’s brain-dead,” said the sheriff. “As if I’d let that continue on my patch.”

  Pearce, Yasmin, and VJ forbore to mention that he’d been about to do just that until Yasmin had insisted on giving him a description of the woman.

  After their stint in town, they decided to move on and spend the night somewhere fresh with no memories even though it was getting late. Which is why, when darkness fell, they were too far from any campground or trailer park and ended up parking in a truck stop beside the highway.

  “Luckily we have everything we need with us,” said Yasmin.

  “All we need is you,” replied VJ.

  “What does VJ stand for? Or is it really Vijay?” asked Yasmin.

  “Vernon James. I was about four when I decided I preferred VJ.”

  “Hmm. Yes, you don’t really look like a Vern.”

  “What does a Vern look like?”

  “Staid. Prim and proper,” replied Yasmin.

  “I could do prim and proper. But I’d rather do naked. In fact, I’d rather do you naked.”

  “Naked sounds good to me,” said Pearce, stepping out of his jeans.

  Yasmin was still wearing her hiking boots, as was VJ, so it took them a little longer to get undressed. When Yasmin walked into the bedroom, Pearce was lying on the bed, the orange quilt and fluffy blanket in a pile on the floor at the foot.

  Pearce’s legs were wide apart, and his hand was stroking his cock, from root to tip. Yasmin’s breath hitched and cream flooded from her pussy, wetting her inner thighs. Shit that’s hot!

  “What is madam’s pleasure tonight? Cock in her mouth? Cock in her pussy? Cock in her ass?”

  “I don’t care. Any of them. I just want you both, in my arms, in my body, forever.”

  “That can be arranged. Climb aboard,” said Pearce lying down, snagging a condom from the pillow beside him.

  Yasmin sat across his thighs and rolled the condom down his erection, then sank down over his cock, loving the way it stretched and filled her as she took him in to the very root.

  Once he was balls deep, Pearce wrapped his legs around her and flipped them both so she was underneath.

  VJ clambered onto the bed, lube in his hand, his cock already dressed in latex. Pearce stayed quite still inside Yasmin as VJ lubed his ass, inserted a finger and then a second one, massaging the lube into his walls and stretching the tissues.

  Very soon VJ was breaching Pearce’s tight hole and Yasmin, with Pearce inside her, felt Pearce’s every shiver and twitch as VJ inserted himself deep inside.

  Then they started pushing in and withdrawing, working as a team, their movements synchronized.

  Yasmin stretched her arms around Pearce and held onto VJ’s hips, loving the way the men worked together, feeling every thrust doubly through her hands and through Pearce.

  “Damn that’s hot. You two are fucking awesome,” she whispered.

  “Now who
se harshing the mellow,” joked Pearce as he twisted his hips and scraped his cock along her sensitive walls.

  “Feels so very good,” she said, wrapping her legs around both men and loving the feel of two taut asses and four thighs pumping together.

  “Damn straight,” added VJ, speeding the pace up a little, and thrusting harder so the bed shook with the force of the action.

  Yasmin held on with her arms and legs as the men pounded in a harsh, urgent, passionate rhythm that made the mobile home rock, and also rocked her to her soul.

  Her belly was clenching, her pussy already rippling in the beginnings of an orgasm. Their three faces met in a messy, sloppy, carnal, three-way kiss, with three tongues tangling and noses knocking each other.

  Deep in her core the climax burst, sending tongues of flame along every nerve as her entire body caught fire. Yasmin shook and panted in joy as the orgasm roared through her, rejoicing in the feeling of heat in her cunt as Pearce came inside her.

  “Hell yes,” gasped VJ. From his ragged strokes Yasmin knew he climaxed too.

  The men thrust a few more times as the aftershocks rolled through the three of them, then they all collapsed in a pile of sweaty, tangled bodies.

  Once again they all kissed, then VJ reached to the floor and pulled the blanket over them. “Knowing we can do this every day for the rest of our lives is an unbeatable feeling,” he said.

  “Oh yeah,” said Pearce.

  Yasmin just snuggled into them and smiled. Her sex odyssey had come true, but so had all her deepest hopes and dreams.

  The End

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