4 comments/ 25765 views/ 16 favorites A Spontaneous Combustion By: lamoureuse Rather impulsively, Steve and I decided to steal away for the long weekend. A travel website had a sale on villa rentals for winter weekends in the Caribbean, so we both took Friday off and caught a flight to St. Lucia. Soufriere is the intensely green part of the island where the Pitons - two mountainous peaks that are actually the island's volcanic plugs - are omnipresent. The place we rented looked out over them, and the azure sea below. In French, Soufriere means "sulfur mine" - and I knew this southwest quarter of the island was known for its warm sulfur springs - but it didn't occur to me until later that we knowingly headed into a naturally volatile environment. It was sunny and hot - just what we needed. At my suggestion, Steve brought his golf clubs because our rental, a two-bedroom villa on the grounds of a resort hotel, was very close to an amazing course. At first, he didn't want to bring them, because he didn't want to leave me alone so long while he played. But since I had my heart set on a bunch of spa treatments and the villa had its own massage room, I knew I'd be well occupied. So I convinced him to tote them along. We arrived early enough to get checked in and change before going to lunch at one of the hotel restaurants. The Hurricanes we drank before lunch were very strong, but the bite of ginger and the caramel-sweetness of the bourbon went down a little too smoothly, so we ordered two more. As we walked back to the villa, I was feeling a little tipsy. Steve had a little buzz, too. It was fine for me, because I'd booked a massage. It was no problem to lay naked on a table under the influence. Steve, however, was looking at the prospect of playing 18 holes in the blazing afternoon sun. Trade winds aside, it was about 88 degrees. As a die-hard golfer, he was convinced he could push through. I quickly jumped into the shower while Steve was getting ready to leave. He popped his head into the bathroom to say goodbye. When he saw me standing under the giant rain head shower covered in lather from the body wash, he dropped the golf bag and walked over to kiss me. He stretched out his arms, his hands were gliding over my slippery skin as he pulled me out of the spray to avoid getting wet. As we kissed, I could tell he was getting turned on. He grabbed my face with both hands and his mouth was devouring mine. It was all I could do to keep from rubbing against him - but I knew that I'd make a giant wet spot on his golf togs. We only broke the kiss because the doorbell chimed. The masseuse had arrived. I asked Steve to get the door while I toweled off and put on a robe. When I emerged from the bathroom, to my surprise, it was not a masseuse, but rather a masseur. And he was, very, very hot. 'Yikes.' I thought. Just about Steve's height, this guy had to be in his mid 20s. He looked like a surfer, with skin tanned to a deep bronze and a tangle of curls that had been bleached by the sun to a tawny blond. His white short-sleeved tee shirt was so tight it made the ripples of his abs visible. He practically looked airbrushed. With a thick Australian accent, he introduced himself as Jake. He outstretched one muscular arm and held out a well-formed, light brown hand. Suddenly realizing that I was staring almost rudely and hadn't responded, I stepped forward and shook his hand, introducing myself. His grip was very strong, but his skin was surprising soft. Very aware that I was naked under the kimono, I tightened it around me a little defensively and crossed my arms. This only served to make Jake look at me. I saw his eyes sweep down over my body and back up - lingering perhaps longer than necessary around my breasts. I looked down and saw that the robe was a little bit too open around my cleavage. By crossing my arms I'd only succeeded in pressing my breasts together and accentuating their size. They seemed to be tumbling out of the top of my robe. I tugged the edges of the silk fabric closer together. "Is everything ahright, love?" Jake asked, "You seem surprised?" Like most Australians, every sentence sounded like a question. "Yeah, sure - of course. It's all fine; I just was expecting a woman - that's all." Jake frowned a little apologetically. "So sorry - do you want to call the office? They were supposed to check with you but probably forgot? But I can go back and see if they can reschedule...? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable...?" "No - no, it will be fine. I don't really mind." I stammered a little and I could feel the color begin to suffuse my cheeks. Steve had one eyebrow raised - clearly he was dubious about this whole situation. But he was also smirking because at the same time he found it incredibly funny. "Well, great then - I guess I have a tee time, so I'm going to take off..." Steve didn't sound very enthusiastic. Jake asked where he should set up, so I directed him to the massage room. He picked up a large case he'd brought with him and headed to the back of the villa. I walked Steve to the door and we began to laugh at the awkwardness. "Are you going to be okay?" Steve asked me. I bit my lower lip and stifled a laugh. "What could go wrong?" I asked, being ironic. He laughed and pulled me into a hug. Looking past me in the direction of the massage room, he remarked: "That Jake is a pretty handsome guy. Can I trust you to behave yourself?" I laughed out loud. "Please... I am probably old enough to be his mother." "I hope he doesn't look at his mother the way he looked at you." Steve said. "I'm going to be thinking about that hot guy rubbing massage oil all over your naked body... Jesus..." "Mmmm. Yeah..." I closed my eyes and pretended to be daydreaming. Then I started to laugh, to show that I was teasing. Steve groaned and grabbed my face and kissed me so hard it was almost punishing. "See you in a while..." Steve gave me a mock warning, wagging a finger at me. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do..." he drawled as he hiked his golf bag over his shoulder and walked down the path. "As if that's a long list!" I called after him. As I shut the door, I rested my head against it for a moment. 'Courage', I thought, as I turned and walked toward the massage room. I'd observed the well-appointed, tidy little room earlier. It had two courtyard-facing windows and was outfitted with a very luxurious massage table set in the center of the room, a large comfortable armchair in one corner, a cabinet unit containing a small sink and long marble counter along the far wall, and an antique Chinese altar table. Jake had transformed the room while I was saying goodbye to Steve. He'd closed the blackout curtains, covered the massage table in soft white sheets, lighted several aromatic candles in glass votives spaced symmetrically on the altar table, and turned on some soft, new age music. It now seemed like a treatment room in a luxury spa. As I walked in, Jake somehow had taken control of the room. He pointed to a hook behind the door, instructed me to take off my robe, lie face down on the table, and cover myself with the top sheet. He stepped out, saying he'd give me a few minutes, closing the door behind him. I took a few deep breaths, removed my kimono, hanging it on the hook. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror over the sink. In the dim lighting, I supposed I didn't look too bad. My hair was a bit wild and there were high spots of color in my cheeks. Realizing how stupid it was to be "primping", as my mom would call it, before a massage, I quickly turned away and slid up on the table, rolling onto my stomach, pulling the sheet up over my legs and lower back. I positioned my face over the "O" shaped pillow suspended at the top edge of the table. Then I tried to take several long, slow breaths to calm my nerves and slow my rapid heartbeat. There was a soft rap on the door, and Jake called out to ask if I was ready. "Yes - Ready." I replied. My voice had gone a little hoarse. I heard the door open and Jake entered. He said: "Look who's back." I lifted my head and saw Steve step through the doorway behind him. "Hi." Steve said softly. "I decided that golf could wait. Is that okay?" A little confused, but pleased, I replied; "Of course it's okay, baby. Whatever you want." Jake looked at Steve and said: "You can sit over there." He pointed to the armchair in the corner. A smile broke across my face as the humor began to hit me: "You're going to watch?" I asked softly. Steve grinned, running a hand down my back over the sheet as he walked by. "As long as that's okay with you." He said, smiling. "Don't you trust me?" I teased. He laughed in reply. His hand now ran down my thigh, calf, and trailed along the bottom of my foot. He sank, slowly, into the chair and looked at me, his head cocked slightly to one side. I turned to look at Jake to gauge his reaction to this development. He was smiling rather mysteriously, I thought. He shut the door softly and turned toward the sink. Then, to my great surprise, he crossed his arms in front of his body and pulled his tee shirt over his head and off. I watched the candlelight play across his muscular back, thinking 'This is interesting...' Then quickly turned my head back to the circular face pillow. The calm I'd been struggling to achieve was completely gone. Placing one large, warm hand in the small of my back and another between my shoulder blades, Jake spoke softly but commandingly. "Now, I want you to take three long, slow deep breaths. Ready? One... now exhale... Two... And again... and three... Good. I want you to allow the tension to dissipate, starting with your neck..." He put his hands on the back of my neck, applying the softest pressure. When he spoke again his voice was very low and I could feel his breath near my ear. "Now feel the tension ebb away from your upper back..." His hands applied pressure on my shoulder blades. And on down my body he went until he was at my feet. He'd folded the sheet up so that he exposed me from the calves down, and his hands were applying pressure to the tender arches of my feet, then my toes. This technique was working - I actually found the tension running down my body and out. It was incredible. All my senses were being addressed, except for sight, since my eyes were closed. I felt comfortable - not too warm or too cool - and the buzz from lunch was beginning to come back. The fact that Steve was observing all of this was beginning to turn me on. I felt a tiny trickle of wetness in my pussy. Jake continued to talk in his low, soft voice. Somehow the accent did not seem so pronounced. "I want you to breathe in this aromatherapy oil, and tell me if you like it." He held his hands under my face where the space in the pillow exposed my nose and mouth. "Do you like this fragrance?" It smelled like grapefruit and geraniums, with a tiny hint of lavender. "Yes... I like that a lot." I murmured, sighing contentedly. "Okay, then, I'd like you to take another three deep breaths..." I found myself automatically obeying his commands. My mind seemed to be emptying. My higher brain functions were shutting off. I was pure sensation - all stimulus and response. I heard Jake moving around quietly. I briefly opened my eyes and could see through the opening of the pillow that he'd removed his shoes at some point, as well. I heard him quietly mixing something at the counter. He turned and folded the sheet down exposing my back all the way to the top of my ass. After a moment, I felt oil being drizzled on my back. The aroma he'd asked me to smell wafted back to me. As the massage began, it felt nearly erotic immediately. His hands moved the oil around my skin. His fingers traversed my shoulders, upper and lower back, and the top of my ass. Occasionally, they were sliding down the sides of my breasts, my waist, and my hips, too. He paused for a moment and said: "Do you want to help me?" I didn't think I'd heard him correctly. I turned my head slightly and said: "Sorry?" Placing a hand on the back of my neck, he leaned down and said: "Not you, love, I was talking to your man Steve here." I heard Steve rise from the chair. "I'd love to..." He said. I could tell by the timbre of his voice that he was becoming excited. I began to lift my head to look at Steve, but Jake stopped me, leaning close to me again to whisper: "You just relax, now. We want you to lay still and let us do the work." I obeyed, but the tingle of a thrill skittered down my spine and I felt a fresh trickle of arousal. Goosebumps rose on my exposed skin. "Are you warm enough, baby?" Steve asked very near my other ear. The sound of his voice and the feel of his breath on me caused a tiny involuntary tremor of excitement. "Yes, I feel great - I am - uh - it is perfect." I stammered softly. I heard him laugh softly. "Well said." He teased. He brushed my hair back from my neck. The faint touch of his hand felt like a tiny electrical shock. I moaned very softly. "Okay..." Jake began, "It begins like this..." and then I felt four warm, large hands begin to knead and massage my shoulders and neck. It was an unbelievable feeling. "Oh my god..." I murmured. I could hear Steve and Jake chuckling at my reaction. "Have you ever had a four-hand massage?" Jake asked. "I've never had four-hand anything. But so far I like it a lot." I said languorously. Both men laughed. Jake was telling Steve how to position his hands, his forearms, and giving him guidance on how much pressure to apply. They both approached my massage with so much intensity that I got wetter and wetter. It was indescribably sexy - the fact that they were so earnest in their efforts to make me feel good. As they moved down to my lower back, I felt hands pressing into my ass through the sheet. I assumed it was Steve, because it felt as if the force came from my right, where he was standing. Strong hands and fingers pressed into my flesh, working the musculature beneath my skin. My ass wasn't exactly small, but it was round and rather firm. His hands were doing something that as part massage, part caress. I loved it. It took an enormous amount of discipline on my part to not flex against his hands. I then felt the sheet being folded up over my legs, all the way up to the very bottom of my buttocks. Jake (I presume) folded the sheet meticulously and rested it across my now sensitized ass. It suddenly occurred to me that I did not know how much was visible beneath that fold. Hands began to move across the very top of the back of my thighs. There was something explicitly erotic about this kind of touch. For the briefest of seconds, I felt fingertips dipping between my thighs, brushing my sensitive nether lips - but it was so fleeting that I could neither be sure it happened, nor react. I wasn't even sure whose fingers I was feeling. As the two men massaged my thighs, they pulled them a bit further apart. I was aware that I might be totally exposed, but found myself surrendering to it. The hands applying pressure, kneading and manipulating my limbs were all that mattered. Finally, their hands moved down to my ankles and feet. I've always been rather ticklish when it came to the soles of my feet. This part of the body was never particularly sexy to me - I prefer closed shoes and always found fetishists who worshiped feet to be rather bizarre. But in this warm, dark, sensual room, as both of my feet were being carefully massaged and fondled by two incredibly attractive men, this part of my body became wildly erogenous. I could barely lie still. The blood pounded through my veins and each touch to my feet seemed to register directly in my pussy. So when my right foot was pulled upward and I felt Steve press his lips to the tender arch, I moaned loudly and my body jerked as if in the throes of an orgasm. Steve set my foot back down on the table, and I felt Jake press both ankles into the cushioned surface. Steve ran his hand up the inside of my calf, past the back of my knee, and along the inside of my thigh as he walked back up the right side of the table. His hand came to rest between my legs, pressing gently against my vulva. He had to feel how wet I was. I was conscious of the fact that Jake was witnessing this intimacy. Instead of making me nervous or embarrassed, that fact got me hot. Steve leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of my neck. Jake walked up the left side of the table. Speaking softly, he said that it was time for me to turn over. He instructed me to slide down the table as I turned so that my head was resting on the table, because he was going to remove the headrest and give me a pillow for my neck. Steve removed his hand from its resting place, and I felt the sheet being unfolded again, the top was pulled up to my shoulders and the bottom edge was draped over my legs. Jake held the right far edge of the sheet, his arms extended, shielding my body from his view, and asked me to turn over. As I moved, my eyes met Steve's, who was still standing on the right side of the table and could watch me, unobstructed, as I rolled over. Steve's hands moved briefly and lightly over my torso as I settled on my back. His left hand cupped my left breast as he looked down at me with a sexy smile. He leaned down and kissed me - a deep, lingering kiss. I submitted willingly, loving how his tongue moved into my mouth. Jake worked around this display as if it were commonplace. He put the sheet back over my body, and pulled my right arm out from under this covering, placing it deliberately on the table along the right side of my body. He began moving around quietly, adjusting my position in various ways. He slipped a small bolster pillow under my knees, carefully setting my legs apart and pressing on my shins to settle my legs into the table. Steve and I continued to kiss. His hands were cradling my face, tilting my chin upward for better access to my mouth. I then could hear Jake walking around to the top of the table, where he removed the headrest extension and tucked it away someplace. Then he came back and I felt him standing at the table edge. He spoke Steve's name in a quiet voice, and may have touched his shoulder, because we finally broke the kiss and Steve stood up. I opened my eyes and looked up. Jake lifted my head gently and tucked a pillow under my neck, adjusting it in place until I assured him that it was perfect. He then turned and produced something that looked like a blindfold. "Now, love, I want to put this on you - it's an eye mask and will help you to relax." My heart nearly skipped a beat. As he lowered the mask to my eyes, just before I closed them I saw Jake and Steve exchange a look that seemed to have meaning. Jake tied the mask loosely at the back of my head, and repositioned me on the neck pillow. The mask was made of silk and seemed to be filled with dried lavender, and was wonderfully cool. It felt marvelous - but the thrill of being blindfolded was far more powerful than any soothing properties the mask might have possessed. I was acutely aware that my nipples were standing at attention, and that my breathing and heart rate were a bit more rapid. Someone (Steve?) pulled my left arm out from under the sheet, positioning it alongside my body and pressing gently. Hands and arms applied pressure to various parts of me through the cotton sheet. I could no longer discern whose hands were whose, and the guys were not speaking. I felt them move to either side of me. Someone folded the top sheet downward until it was just covering the peaks of my breasts. Oil drizzled onto my breastbone and shoulders, and I felt their hands begin to work it into my skin. Hands and fingers circled across the upper part of my chest, sometimes slipping under the sheet a tiny bit. They used a combination of shiatsu pressure and massage, which was making me melt under their hands. A Spontaneous Combustion Suddenly, the top sheet was impatiently yanked off my body. I gasped and moved as if to try to grab it, but both of my arms were captured and pressed back down onto the table. "Steve..." I said nervously. He was crouched at the head of the table, his lips against my ear, as he 'shushed' me and whispered over and over that I should relax - that everything was okay. His hands worked my neck and shoulders as he repeated those words. He kissed my ear, cheeks, forehead, and finally his lips claimed my mouth. He was standing over me and I felt his left hand move down my clavicle to my breastbone and finally move over my breasts, teasing and pinching my erect nipples. I felt a warm, strong hand come to rest on my abdomen, just below my navel. It was Jake. I turned my head slightly and was about to speak when Steve pulled me back and covered my mouth again with his. A drizzle of oil landed on my stomach and began to run across my middle and down to my hairless pubis. Now two hands were moving the massage oil around my ribcage, stomach, hipbones and abdomen. Steve left my mouth, making me feel strangely bereft for a mere moment. That feeling was completely overtaken by the rush I felt when warm lips, tongue and the tiny pressure of teeth descended upon my left breast. I drew in a sharp breath at the shock and pleasure of this feeling - which seemed magnified because of the blindfold. An oil-slicked hand moved over the other breast and played with the nipple before moving down my torso. "Aren't these luscious?" Steve asked, and Jake replied that they 'absolutely are'. It took me a moment to comprehend what was happening when I heard Steve, his voice full of ironic humor, go on to say: "Do you want to help me?" Jake's "yeah" was more like a growl. The next thing I felt was the heat and suckling pressure of two hot, moist mouths on my breasts. I cried out in surprise and arousal - my arms automatically rising off the table, only to be caught and almost roughly slammed back down into place. As I processed that this was actually happening, I felt a wave of tingling pleasure ripple along my body. My back arched so that my breasts were pushed even higher into the talented mouths of these two men. My right nipple was suddenly abandoned. The cool air on the moistened, tender skin caused it to harden even more. I then felt an unfamiliar kiss on my lips. It was Jake. His hand slid under my neck as his mouth began to crush mine with increasing passion. My other breast was abandoned. I moaned into Jake's insistent mouth as I felt fingers sliding into my very wet pussy. Two fingers were inside me as Steve's thumb toyed with my clit. My hips rose up to meet his thrusting hand. I really needed to be fucked, and fucked hard. Steve's fingers disappeared from my opening and I heard him make an appreciative sound. "So sweet." He exclaimed. "I bet she is a sweet one." Jake replied. "May I?" "Of course." Steve replied smoothly - as if he were just inviting someone to take an empty chair. I felt someone come back to the top of the table while the other went to the foot. It turned out to be Steve who leaned over me and pinned my shoulders down as he again began to kiss me. I was now nearly wild with arousal. My feet were pushed further apart as additional weight was placed on the massage table. I felt broad shoulders pressing into my thighs and warm breath at my opening. After a moment that felt like hours, Jake's lips pressed into my waiting pussy, his tongue penetrating me over and over as he slipped three fingers inside me. I groaned into Steve's mouth, which turned him on further. He crushed my mouth and his hand began to almost roughly squeeze my right breast. Meanwhile, Jake was using all of his tricks to make me cum. He was clearly experienced at pleasuring women - much like Steve. He alternated between teasing my clit with his tongue and wrapping his lips around it and suckling gently. But his great move was the way his fingers moved inside me. He thrust them inside me like a penis, but then he turned his hand, palm up, and pressed three fingers deep inside and upward. At the moment that he was touching the wall, he made a motion akin to snapping his fingers. The vibration and the sudden impact of this move caused me to violently and unexpectedly orgasm. I had no warning - I just let out a deep-throated scream that Steve endeavored to muffle with is own mouth. Tiny beads of perspiration had broken out across my skin. Behind the mask, inside my eyelids, I saw tiny colored flashing lights - as if I were about to faint. Jake kept gently lapping at me as I came down from this intense climax, resting his fingers inside me but considerately refraining from any more violent movement. He placed a series of soft slow kisses inside my thigh and up to my pelvis. Steve removed the eye mask from my face, gently stroking my cheekbones. "How do you feel, baby?" He asked, smiling at me. "I feel incredible..." I breathed. "And I feel like being fucked." "At your service." Steve replied, as he kissed me again. And then straightened up. I looked down at Jake, who had slipped off the table, unbuttoned his white chinos and was stroking his erection. His penis was very white, compared to the rest of his deeply tanned body. Jake looked at Steve and said: "Call it." I didn't know what he meant until Steve replied 'tails'. "Fucking fantastic." Jake said. "So I get heads?" He grinned sexily and looked at my mouth. I think I actually blushed. Steve grabbed my ankles and began to spin me on the table so that my body rested across the narrow width, versus the length. He yanked me toward him so that my ass was right at the edge close to his body. Steve put my ankles on his shoulders and pushed his khakis down, kicking them off. His erection stood straight up - it seemed massively engorged. I was momentarily mesmerized by it and reached a hand down to touch it. This was cut short, however, because Jake pulled my shoulders down on the table and tilted my head back. My head was almost hanging off the table. I found myself looking straight at his well-formed cock. He leaned down and kissed my mouth from that upside down position. It was a cool way to be kissed. He gently bit my lower lip and then spoke against my lips: "Are you ready for me? I'm going to love playing with this wild hair while you take me in your sweet mouth..." At that moment, I gasped as Steve thrust himself into me. Jake took advantage of my open mouth and inserted the head of his cock. I brought a hand up to touch it and control it. He and Steve looked at one another as they each started to thrust into me. I found that they'd synchronized it - so that they thrust into me and out of me at the same time. I'd never been in this position before - being taken by two men at the same time. It thrilled me, even as I felt shameful and nasty. As if a switch flipped in my head, I pushed my concerns about the "rightness" of the situation away and surrendered to the pure animal pleasure. I found my concentration moving back and forth between being fucked and giving head - it was interesting that I couldn't focus on both equally at the same time. 'It's not like walking and chewing gum', I thought, stifling a giggle against Jake's massive shaft. He must have liked the way that felt because he groaned louder and his hips jerked forward a little. Steve was slamming into me, and because of the way I was positioned he was going very deep each time. His hands were on my hips, so he could control my lower body. Jake held my head in place, his hand wound into my hair. The force of Steve's fucking meant that my entire body was being pushed back and forth like a piston, which served to increase the pleasure of the blowjob for Jake. Steve began to talk to Jake, asking him how my mouth feels, if he liked my tits, if he wanted to fuck me next, etc. Jake's answers became increasingly incoherent as his excitement increased. I was pumping with my hand as I took him in my mouth. My tongue played with the tip of his penis and swirled around the head. I occasionally used my teeth, just a little, to introduce a little danger and enhance the adrenaline rush. Jake continued to hold my head with one hand, but the other now moved down to squeeze and manipulate my breasts. He licked his fingertips and made my nipples wet, which caused them to stiffen even more acutely than they already were. Steve moved a hand from one hip to my pubis, putting his thumb over my clit and massaging it as he fucked me. I began to moan around Jake's cock - the vibration of which was turning Jake on even more. I knew I was going to cum very soon. Steve suddenly pulled out of me. I was about to protest when he said: "I want you this way." And flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me away from Jake's cock and forcing my legs to dangle toward the floor. I was bent over the table at precisely the right height for Steve to enter me from behind. Jake merely had to move a step closer to the table now to be able to reach my mouth. Steve pushed his cock inside me and put my legs together between his for greater pressure as he started to again fuck me with increasing force. He placed a hand between the edge of the table and me so he could keep playing with my clit as he slammed into me. For Jake, this new position meant that he could thrust harder into my mouth without concern for the angle of my neck. The guys got their synchronized rhythm back and were both pounding into me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer because Steve was hitting my cervix and all around my G spot. The orgasm building inside me was going to explode soon. I began to push the guys to the edge. I was moaning with Jake's hard shaft in my mouth as I gently began to squeeze his balls. He reacted immediately, throwing his head back and groaning loudly. I also began to push myself back onto Steve as he fucked me, tightening my vaginal muscles to increase the stimulation for him. "Fuck!" Steve cried out as he increased the tempo even more. "I'm going to cum soon baby - are you ready?" Pausing my work on Jake for a moment, I replied that I was also about to cum and really wanted to feel them both shoot into me. The buzz began in my vagina that I knew meant the orgasm was soon to follow. I focused on that feeling and kept slamming back into Steve until I began to moan louder and louder. This was it for Jake; he let out a sort of roar as he began to shoot into my mouth. I tried to capture it all but there was too much. I was just able to finish swallowing as I felt that trigger moment happen inside me. As I came, I cried out and my body began to shake. As I climaxed my muscles contracted around Steve's cock again and again, which was the last straw. Steve shouted as he too shot inside me. His orgasm seemed to last a long time. He cried out things like 'oh my baby' and 'oh fuck'. The aftershocks from my own orgasm continued to reverberate as Steve finally finished coming. He leaned forward and his body covered mine as he came back down to earth. Jake was half sitting, half leaning on the massage table, as he stroked my curls away from my flushed face. The two men helped me to move back onto the massage table the long way. My limbs were too limp to do the job by themselves. My ragged breathing and pounding heart eventually began to slow down. As we all quietly recovered, Jake wrapped the top sheet around my oily, sex covered body. Apart from being badly in need of a shower, I felt great - very alive, with the satisfaction that physical exhaustion brings. Steve asked Jake how much time we had left for the "treatment". Jake laughed and said: "I don't have any place to be at the moment. What did you have in mind?" "I suggest we move this party to the bedroom." Steve said, looking at me with a sexy smirk. "Oh - please!" I pleaded. "Can I take a shower first?" Jake and Steve smiled at one another. Steve took my hands and helped me to stand. "The shower - that is an awesome idea." Steve gave my ass a tiny slap and shoved me toward the door. Jake walked around blowing out the candles, and quickly followed us to the big walk-in shower in our large master bath. I turned the overhead shower on full blast, feeling the temperature with one hand. Steve drew me forward, under the pleasantly tepid spray, squirting body wash all over me. He and Jake proceeded to use their bodies to make lather on my skin. I could already feel their cocks springing back to life as we slid against one another. As the powerful spray of the rain head shower came down on us, I reveled in being sandwiched between Steve and Jake. They were taking turns spinning me from one to the other, kissing my mouth, my breasts, and thrusting fingers inside me. Our skin was slick from the water and the soap, so we slipped against each other almost drunkenly. I was facing Steve, and we were kissing wildly, our tongues doing battle. Jake brushed my hair aside so he could watch us. I felt Jake's stiff cock poking into my ass, and Steve's poking my pussy and the space between my legs. Jake snaked his fingers through my wet curls and grabbed hold of my hair. It was in this way that he began to control my movements - alternately pushing me hard against Steve, or tugging me away. Soon he became dissatisfied with only controlling my movements, and his other hand cradled the back of Steve's head as well. He was forcing us to kiss and separate at his will. It was very erotic to have someone make us perform for his pleasure. Because he was controlling our movements, we found ourselves turning slightly so that Jake was beside us, rather than behind me. Our bodies rested against his. Jake tugged my head back farther, forcing me to look at him. He swooped down and caught my mouth in a fiery kiss, holding me in place. I'd have submitted in any case, but the fact that he was much stronger than me and gave me no choice caused a new flood of wetness. Steve was watching us closely, and I noted in my peripheral vision that Jake's hand had moved down from the back of his head, and was now holding the back of his neck. As Steve's hands moved over my body, they brushed against Jake's torso as well. When Jake let me take a breath, I asked: "So this isn't the first time you've given a client a happy ending, is it?" Jake laughed, shaking his head, catching my lower lip between his teeth before answering with a 'definitely not'. I expected that answer, so moved on to my next question. "And your clients are not all women, are they?" Again I got the answer I expected - no they were not. "So that means that you provide happy endings to your male clients, too...?" He smiled against my mouth, answering with "Of course I do..." before plunging his tongue back inside to wrestle against mine. I had just one more question. "So you wouldn't be opposed to doing this, for example...?" At which point I took one of Jake's large hands and wrapped it around Steve's raging erection. Steve's head dropped back a little and a tiny "ah!" escaped his lips. Jake paused, his hand on Steve's cock, and looked at me with an almost dangerous glint in his eye. "No - I would most definitely not be opposed to doing this..." As he finished his sentence, he began to pump Steve's dick, his hand twisting just slightly as he got to the head. "As a matter of fact..." Jake continued, now looking at Steve, "I am pretty fucking good at this. I guess it's a guy thing." He now turned his attention to my guy and was giving him a smoothly expert hand job. Steve's left arm shot out so he could brace himself against the shower wall. Watching this hot Australian man handle Steve was indescribably sexy to me. I moved over and reached up, turning Steve's head toward me so that I could kiss him. He groaned into my mouth as Jake dropped down to his knees in front of him, his mouth picking up where his fist left off. I was transfixed for several moments as I watched this sexy dude go down on Steve. He looked up at us as he swallowed his length, and suddenly his left hand shot out and grabbed me between the legs. I gasped as he squeezed my now tender pussy. He massaged my pubis for a while before gently inserting one, two, then three fingers inside me. His thumb pressed against my clit, circling with increasing speed. I saw that now Steve had his fingers threaded through Jake's hair, and he was controlling his movements. My head dropped back on Steve's shoulder and we continued to kiss as Jake endeavored to get us both off at the same time. Steve's free hand cupped my ass. Jake's right hand was aiding the blowjob by pumping Steve's cock into his mouth, but then he reached down to gently grasp and squeeze Steve's balls. He was moaning more intensely into my mouth, and I knew that he was getting close to cumming. This excited me so much that I began to grind against Jake's hand. I broke the kiss so I could watch what Jake was doing to Steve. I realized that I wanted to achieve this climax as I watched another man fellate my lover. Jake was a very enthusiastic cocksucker, I thought as I watched him. This was no "gay for pay" gigolo - he truly enjoyed what he was doing. He caught me watching him and seemed to smile around Steve's thick penis. His hand thrust even harder into me, fucking me more aggressively. This, combined with the intense visual stimulation of watching Steve's cock being eagerly devoured, was bringing me quickly to the brink. I began to breath so hard I was practically panting. Each time Jake's hand slammed into me, a tiny high-pitched "keening" sound escaped me. Steve was watching my face, his own expression a study in the struggle for control. I could see that he was trying to hold off his orgasm in order to wait for me. This sexual generosity was my undoing - as Jake's hand next plunged into me, I felt the explosion radiate out from deep within my vagina, making my thighs shake. I cried out as I came all over Jake's manly hand. Steve's hand was at the back of my neck and he was kissing me as I continued to let out sounds that were part sighs, part moans. He pulled away suddenly and started to cry out "oh fuck" over and over as he finally readied to cum. Just a moment before he began to shoot, Jake somehow deftly stood up, simultaneously pulling me by the shoulders down to my knees in front of Steve. He continued to pump his cock with his right hand as he held me by the hair in front of Steve's erupting penis. My lover shouted up at the ceiling of the shower as he ejaculated all over my breasts. After several jets of cum had landed on me and Steve was clearly finished, Jake rubbed it gently into my breasts and leaned down to kiss me deeply. Steve, spent, leaned back against the wall of the shower. Water still ran over all of us, washing the sex down the drain in the floor. Jake stood, pulling me to my feet. We all stood together under the shower spray. I saw Jake lean toward Steve and drop a kiss on his shoulder. I wrapped my arms around them both and rested my forehead against Steve's other shoulder. The idea of drying off and climbing into bed with these two seemed like nirvana to me. I needed a little bit of recovery time. Just then, as I gazed down, I noticed that Jake still sported a major erection. I looked up and saw that he was looking at me. He smiled wickedly, raising one eyebrow. We were not finished yet, obviously... ***** The next morning, Steve and I tried to adjust to normalcy. We went out for a long, leisurely breakfast and then spent the next few hours on the beach. From time to time, when we looked at each other, we'd share a wicked little laugh or smirk as we remembered the day before. I was floating in the shallows allowing my body to be pushed to and fro by the soft waves, gazing up at the bright and clear blue sky. There were relatively few people on the beach, since we were in the fringe of the holiday season. The only sounds were from the trade winds and the sea. A Spontaneous Combustion As I heard a splash, I righted myself and saw Steve wading out toward me. Smiling, I swam toward him and made a contented "mmm" sound as he pulled me up against him. Though the water was quite warm, the heat of his body made our slippery skin feel wonderful as we rubbed together under water. He was standing up in the soft sand beneath us, but I allowed my body to remain suspended, anchoring myself to him with my arms around his neck. When we kissed, he said I tasted of salt. "Happy?" I asked him. He smiled down at me, pushing my wet curls away from my face. "What do you think?" he responded. His eyes were heavy-lidded but his gaze was sharp. Bedroom eyes. "Today isn't too anticlimactic?" I teased. He pulled me closer. "Today isn't over yet..." He whispered against my ear. I laughed because it was funny, and because his warm breath tickled my ear. The walk back to the villa was quick and pleasant. We didn't talk much, hands clasped, our arms swinging easily between us. I felt that lovely post-beach feeling: lungs clean, salty sun-baked skin, muscles pleasantly fatigued. All I needed was a shower and a short, lovely afternoon nap. When we got back to the villa, I immediately stripped off my suit and got into the shower. As the warm, stinging spray pelted my body I recalled what we had been doing in that very shower just 24 hours earlier. My thighs began to tingle as I felt my pussy become wet. I rinsed the conditioner from my hair and switched the shower to the hand held nozzle. I held my lips apart with one hand and aimed the powerful jet straight at my clit. As I did so, I visualized Steve going down on me, Steve fucking me, Jake going down on me, Jake fucking me, Jake going down on Steve... The memories of the previous day came streaming back at me in rapid succession like a collage of video segments. After a few minutes I could feel the climax building inside me as my thighs began to tremble. I fell against the wall as I came - my abdomen clenching convulsively as my orgasm subsided. When my breathing returned to normal, I couldn't help laughing a little to myself. When did I become so horny? I was practically oversexed these days. Finally turning off the shower, I quickly applied body lotion to my damp skin as I toweled dry. I combed some gel through my hair and wrapped myself in my favorite silk kimono. I could hear music from the living room - Steve must have turned on my Bluetooth stereo. The sound of Eric Clapton unplugged was seeping under the door. When I opened the bathroom door, I froze for a moment. Voices. Male voices were coming from the living room of the villa. I listened by the door for a moment - it was unmistakable. Steve was talking to Jake! 'Oh boy - Here we go...' I thought as I walked toward them. Steve was still in his clothes from the beach, and was seated on the sofa, his arms spread out across the back, one foot resting on the coffee table. Jake was sitting on the loveseat across from Steve, one leg bent so his ankle was resting on his other knee. He held a glass of wine in one hand. Steve's glass was on the coffee table in front of him. An empty glass sat waiting next to Steve's - presumably for me. An open bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon sat on the table between them. They looked, for the entire world, like two ordinary guy friends. The conversation, naturally, focused around sports. "Here she is..." Steve smiled up at me as I approached. "Hi baby." "Hey, beautiful." Jake said. "Hi there." I said, trying to be cool. Steve leaned forward and poured some wine into my glass, holding it out to me. I joined him on the sofa, sitting on one leg with one foot on the floor, tugging the silk robe around me securely as I sat down. I almost gratefully took the wine he proffered. "Jake called while you were in the shower. He wanted to stop by to check in on us, since he had to leave so quickly yesterday." Jake added in: "I hope that's alright..." his Australian accent making that sound even more like a plea. "Of course it is." I stammered, feeling myself blushing a little. Steve ran his hand along the side of my face. "You look pretty." He said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my cheek. "How was your shower?" "It was great. Of course - it was just a shower - not like yesterday..." I was trying to be funny but it sounded different in my own head. Saying it aloud like that was strangely provocative. I blushed even more. Both men laughed and continued to look at me. After a moment, Jake said softly: "Yesterday...was...totally...amazing." Steve repeated, his voice becoming deeper and sexier: "Totally amazing." I found I had no words. I had no idea what to say. I sipped a little wine, trying very hard to not smile, but failing. Steve took the glass from my hands and put it back on the coffee table. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me toward him. It didn't occur to me to resist. He kissed me. Hard. His other hand slipped inside the neckline of my robe, along my collarbone, pushing the fabric off my shoulder. The top of my right breast just above the nipple was exposed and Steve's hand continued to move downward. His tongue was pushing inside my mouth, forcing me against the back of the sofa. I heard Jake rise from his seat and walk over to us. He sat behind me, pulling my body against him just as Steve pressed into me. He pulled my hair away from my right ear and began to kiss and nibble my ear and neck. "Is this okay?" he breathed into me. My "yes" was muffled as Steve continued to cover my mouth with his. Jake helped Steve to pull my robe down to my waist. As Steve's mouth moved to my right breast, Jake tilted my head back to kiss me. I could still taste the red wine on his lips. I felt hands moving over my waist, hips and thighs, but I could not discern whose hands were whose. Steve stood up and took my hands, pulling me to my feet. I self-consciously pulled my robe back up to cover my upper body. He looked down at me and laughed a little, shaking his head at my shyness. He pressed his lips to my forehead and took hold of one hand. "Come with me." Steve said, as he began to lead me back toward the bedroom. Jake didn't hesitate - he stood and followed close enough to brush against me from behind, his hands on my lower back urging me forward. We entered the bedroom, and Jake swung the door shut behind him. I hovered, hesitating between them, as they both tugged their shirts over their heads. Jake unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them to the floor, kicking off his boat shoes. He was wearing no underwear. Jake pulled at the tie of my robe, undoing it with a little flourish. He pushed me backwards toward the bed as he pushed the robe off my shoulders. As the back of my legs made contact with the mattress, he gave me one big shove and I fell back onto the king sized bed. Steve had removed his swimsuit and threw himself on the bed next to me. Jake climbed onto the bed on my other side. The two men began to caress me and take turns kissing me. I exhaled, realizing that I had been holding my breath for some time. As my body relaxed into the delicious attention it was getting from these sexy men, I felt a flood of excited wetness. I thought 'who cares about a nap, anyway. I'll sleep when I'm dead.' I began to respond with more fervor, which elicited a groan of arousal from Steve. I reached down with my right hand and touched his hard cock. He pressed into me, making sounds of encouragement as I gently began to stroke his stiffening shaft. Jake took hold of my left hand and placed it on his own erection. He muttered a "yes" as I began to likewise stroke him. Reaching across me, Jake helped me to work Steve's cock. Jake bit into my shoulder blade as Steve reclaimed my mouth. Steve's fingers slipped into my soaking wet pussy, which was desperate for attention. I thrust my hips toward him, eager to be penetrated. "Get on top of me." Steve growled. I began to sit astride him, facing him - but he stopped me. "No - face the other way..." He instructed. "What?" I was confused but complied as he turned my body to face away from him. Jake rose up on his knees and helped to position me over Steve's fully aroused penis. As they both pushed me down onto Steve's cock, Jake began to kiss me, his hands on my breasts. It all started to make sense. 'How marvelous' I thought. This position meant that Steve's penis penetrated me at a very interesting angle. It felt amazing. I began to ride him with undulating movements. Jake looked at us for a moment; his hands were on my shoulders pushing me downward. "There you go, my little cowgirl, ride it hard..." Steve's hands were on my hips, guiding my movements. I twisted slightly to see his face, and the pleasure was clear. Jake pulled me back to face him and kissed me passionately, his hands moving down my body. His mouth moved down my chin, to my throat, to my breasts. He held them up as he took first one, then the other nipple into his hot mouth. But he kept going, his body sliding down on the bed in front of me. His mouth moved down my rib cage, to my navel. He pushed as Steve pulled by body back against his, moving the position of my thighs so that I could rest back on Steve as he fucked me from behind. My heart was pounding as I watched Jake's mouth move closer and closer to my clit. He paused to watch Steve's penis moving in and out of me, his fingers lightly running along the underside of Steve's cock. Looking up at me, Jake's mouth dropped down over my clit and he began to use his tongue. I groaned, unable to keep the sounds inside. I could hear Steve's breathing becoming more ragged, as well, since what Jake was doing was further stimulating him, as well. Every once in a while, Jake's tongue and mouth would leave me - and I knew he was teasing Steve's cock as it pumped in and out of me. The feeling of a mouth on my clit as I was being fucked was absolutely incredible. I was beginning to rhythmically moan as the orgasm built inside me. Steve's hands moved up over my breasts, and began to pinch and pull on my nipples. He slipped his tongue into my left ear, his breath hot and moist. The explosion was almost overwhelming. I cried out incoherently as I felt myself shatter from the inside, over and over. Tears ran down my cheeks and I felt light headed, like I may faint. The guys stilled their movements for a moment as I rode the crest and began to come down. Jake moved up and kissed the tears from my face, as Steve soothed me from behind. He eased out of me, so that I could collapse back on the bed. My limbs barely obeyed my commands. They both stroked me gently until my breathing slowed down and I seemed to come back to earth. "Jesus, baby... that seemed pretty intense. You okay?" Steve was peppering little kisses on my forehead and cheek. "I am now, but I nearly fainted, guys. That was the most amazing thing..." I laughed a little as I started to regain my equilibrium. "You are so incredibly wet... It's awesome." Steve said. "You didn't even finish..." I said. "Either of you..." I laid a hand on Jake's cheek as I added that last bit. "Oh, but we're not done yet..." Jake said softly. "We're just giving you a little breather..." He winked and grinned mischievously at me. "Oh my god." I said, as Jake kissed me sensuously. I felt Steve push his still hard cock against me. Jake slid his hand down my body and slipped two, then three fingers inside my pussy. He moved them around, and the wetness actually made a sound. "It would be a shame to not take full advantage of this perfect opportunity..." Jake said softly. "You're so ready for it, darling." "Ready for what?" I whispered. Jake exchanged a look with Steve - who seemed to be there ahead of me. They started to turn my body. Steve was on his back, and pulled me on top of him, facing him this time. He caught my face with both hands and kissed me deeply. Reaching down my body, he pulled my thighs up so that I straddled him. He reached between us and pushed the head of his cock into my soaking pussy. Just then, I felt Jake behind me, his body pressing into my back. I could feel his erection poking against me. He pressed his lips to my ear and said: "Ready to be fucked by two men at the same time, sexy." "What?!" I asked, alarmed. "Is that even possible? I don't think I can do that..." I began to stammer, nervous. But even then I could feel Jake pushing his penis into me where Steve's cock already slowly moved. Jake's voice was sultry: "Of course you can - you are built to push a baby through here. Besides, what makes you think this is up to you at this point..." He pulled my hair back and turned my head to kiss me, then turned me back to kiss Steve. This kind of loss of control sent an exciting shudder through my body and yet another rush of moisture in my pussy. Steve and Jake held onto me, moving my hips and legs to the right positions. "Oh god...slowly please!" I breathed raggedly as I felt myself being stretched. Jake and Steve moved slowly, allowing me some time to adjust. The burn mingled with the pleasurable excitement, but my body stiffened slightly from the fear of the pain. Jake slipped a hand between my body and Steve's and gently toyed with my clit. As the arousal increased, my muscles relaxed and my body's lubrication increased. I could feel a little ringing in my ears as the buzzing in my vagina began to build again. The head of Jake's cock was all the way in, and very slowly, he and Steve began to scissor in and out of me. Their cocks were moving against one another inside me - it occurred to me that this must feel wild for them. I looked at Steve, whose eyes were nearly closed, though he continued to watch me for my reactions to what was happening. When he saw me watching him, he leaned up and kissed me - a long, sexy, lingering kiss. Against my mouth, he started to say "Baby baby baby..." over and over again. Jake, also feeling overwhelmed by the sensations, was trailing kisses across my shoulder and neck. Our bodies became slick with sweat from the passion and the strain of what we were doing. Suddenly, I had a mental image of what it must look like as the two cocks moved inside me. Something clicked in me - my body seemed to "give way" all at once, and they both fit in me and the pleasure had completely overtaken the pain. I moved downward, causing both of them to thrust into me at the same time. We all moaned loudly. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. They both began to properly fuck me. I felt Steve's hands move across me to Jake, pulling his lower body into me in sync with his own thrusts. Moist skin moved against moist skin as our bodies developed a faster rhythm. Steve was saying "Oh fuck!" as they both picked up more speed. It felt to me like I was being consumed. I went willingly. Closing my eyes, for a moment I imagined myself being impaled by a multi-tentacled alien from some Japanese Hentai video. I nearly came again just at the thought. I could feel a change in the motion and the tension in their cocks - and knew that orgasms would be imminent. I found myself talking dirty to them. "God, two hard cocks fucking me. You're both so hot. I want your cum in me - Are you going to give it to me? I want all of it - I want you to shoot inside me. I've never been fucked like this before. Don't be gentle with me - do whatever you want to me - you've made me your little slut. Fuck! You're ruining me..." I heard Jake begin to groan louder and louder - and then I felt his body contract as he rammed into me. This triggered Steve's climax, as well. I could feel my body being filled - literally - as they came. They crushed me almost violently as their bodies shook with the pleasure of it. I watched Steve's face - his head thrown back - his jaw tight. He opened his eyes and looked at me - his pupils dilated. He grabbed my hair and kissed me almost bruising hard. Jake kissed my neck, ear, cheekbone, and then in a somewhat more gentle way turned my head so he could kiss my lips. As his penis became flaccid, it slipped out of me. He slid off my body and collapsed on his back on the bed next to Steve. The loss of his body heat was a sudden relief to my overheated skin. I moved gently off of Steve and moved into a space between the two men on the bed. Steve finally said: "Unbelievable." And then none of us spoke for a while as we came down. My pussy felt suddenly very empty. The muscles were contracting and the over sensitive tissue was tingly and slightly sore. I could feel their ejaculate seeping out of me. I knew I should have felt very dirty - but I only felt satisfied. I decided to worry about that later. Steve rolled toward me after a while, and wrapped an arm around my waist. He leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. "Best vacation ever. No question." He said. Jake stretched his tired muscles against me. Sleepily, he mumbled "So I certainly hope that you guys will be coming back to St Lucia next year..." I repositioned my body between them and giggled a little before drifting off to sleep. Now I was sure as hell ready for that nap. We'd only been in Soufriere for two days, but it had already been one of the most exciting vacations of my life.