Hmm, reviews seemed to be pretty split on the last chapter. I've been trying to figure out how to write this scene for months while being true to everyone's character, and for a long time was going to have it be an accidentally-ingested drug fantasy. But I decided to go with the real thing. If you don't think you'll like it, there won't be much plot, so you can skip it without missing anything vital. Enjoy :)

Recap: The group gets a tour of the club, and Stephanie decides what she wants to do. Marie decides not to stand in the way and gets the others away. Stephanie and Ranger invite Lester into the room, ostensibly to hold the door closed. Ranger tells her she can do whatever she wants in there.

Stephanie

None of this seemed real. It felt like part porn scene, part dream, part hallucination. The sexual energy in the room and the two men standing so close to me made a heady mixture that I could barely wrap my thoughts around. To buy some time to think I kissed Ranger, wondering if I had gone insane. 'Burg girls didn't do this sort of thing. 'Burg girls didn't have feelings for more than one man at a time.

But who was I kidding? I had spent years loving two men, Joe and Ranger. This wasn't a new situation for me, aside from the fact that instead of rivals, these men were brothers in arms.

The events of the past couple weeks flooded my mind as Ranger's tongue explored my mouth.. Making captures and target practice with Lester, bawling my eyes out with Ranger, how much I had been turned on by fucking in semi-public areas. The blowjob in the restroom of Tattoo Moms, and the thrill of having sex while looking down at the street below. Letting go of my inhibitions had meant some of the hottest moments in my life had been in the last few days. My uptight 'Burg upbringing had brought me nothing but misery, so why should I let it control me? Besides, what happens at the Pleasure Garden Club stays at the Pleasure Garden Club, right?

I pulled away from Ranger half a step, and pulled my shirt over my head before returning to his lips.

Ranger

I'm sure some of you are asking what the hell I was thinking. What kind of man who finally gets together with the love of his life invites someone who has a crush on said love into their bed?

Someone who loves her too much to deny her anything.

Someone who cares more about her pleasure than his own jealousy.

Someone who knows forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest.

As Stephanie kissed me I could almost hear her thoughts roiling in her head. I'm sure her desires were at war with her upbringing. I gave her time to make a decision, content for the moment to be kissing her while she made her decision.

There have been a few times Lester and I shared a woman when we were deployed. Sometimes is was necessary for our safety to never be alone with someone we didn't know. Sometimes it was just convenience. It had never been someone either of us had had strong feelings for though.

When Stephanie pulled off her shirt I knew she had made her choice. She pulled me roughly to her and tugged at my belt, trying to undo the buckle. I was tempted to pull out the knife from my boot and just cut the damn thing, but I didn't want to reveal that I had managed to smuggle a weapon in. After a few seconds that felt like hours she got my pants loose and ran her hand along the black silk boxers I had made sure to wear. Lester stood back against the door, unsure of what he should do. But I noticed he had taken off his boots and jammed them against the bottom of the door, which would make it difficult to get inside as the rubber would grip the floor tighter the harder someone pressed against the door. He was making preparations if he was invited to abandon his post.

As Stephanie freed my cock from my pants I went to work on her bra. The small clips in the back seemed to have gotten bent in a way where I couldn't get them undone. I was starting to suspect the damn thing had been made by the same people who made Rubik's Cubes.

"Lester, can you help?" she said in a quiet voice. Her eyes turned towards him, a sly smile on her lips.

Lester

This wasn't happening. No way this was happening. Things like this don't just happen.

OK, so yeah, Ranger and I had actually done stuff like this together before, but that was with random pickups in far-off ports. This was Stephaine. The girl from the 'Burg. The one who was torn between her wild side and being the girl her mother wanted her to be. Well, the wild side certainly seemed to be winning tonight. Briefly I wondered if I'd accidentally taken absinth or LSD, but everything felt real. Weird as hell, but real.

Stephanie didn't have to issue her invitation a second time. Half a second after she had asked, I was inspecting the wayward hook. Somehow it had gotten twisted, keeping the metal in its latch. I pryed the thing open with a fingernail, then eased it free. The bra slid down her pale shoulders, and I was staring at her bare back, not sure what to do next. Ranger had his hands down her panties, making her let our soft mewls. I was about to step back when she gently grabbed my wrist and moved my hand to her breasts.

Stephanie

Joe used to watch porn sometimes when while we had sex. I generally just ignored it, but I did notice an interesting pattern. If it was two girls and a guy, they were both focused on his pleasure. If it was two guys and a girl, it was usually about humiliating her, degrading her by having her serve two men at once. Her only pleasure came from pleasing them.

That's not what it was like in real life. In real life Ranger was playing with my clit, making tiny circles that were getting me so wet I had already soaked through my panties. Lester was cupping my breast gently and kissing along my shoulder. Both men treated me like I was a cherished lover, not a whore they wanted to abuse. The FMPs I was wearing meant I was almost as tall as Lester, and not all that much shorter than Ranger. I could feel Lester's erection pushing against my butt, much like I had when he had helped me with my shooting stance not so long ago. And I could see Ranger's as well, especially considering the grip I had on it.

I figured there was no time like the present to get started. I stripped down naked and removed my shoes, then climbed onto the bed and straddled the device, hovering over the purple dong. Ranger slid behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist and holding me close. "Only do what you want. If you say stop I will" he whispered in my ear before nibbling at the shell. I nodded and bit my lip, glancing at the window directly across from me. It looked like a small crowd was gathering outside in the hall, but I couldn't see much with the glare on the window.

"Lester, can you turn down the light a bit? I want to see outside."

He stepped away to the dimmer switch, and I lowered myself down onto the vibrator. It wasn't nearly as large as an actual penis, so I slipped over it in one thrust without any pain. Ranger turned one of the knobs and I felt it swirling around inside of me, like someone rolling their head around their shoulders.

"Well this is nice but I don't see wh…..Oh my GOD!"

He'd turned the second knob. Vibration flowed through me, both internally and on my clit. My blood screamed at the sensation, and I rocked hard against the little nubs that were driving me wild.

"Fuck my ass." I managed to gasp out to Ranger, arching my back to give him a better angle.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" I wanted to have him filling me up, I wanted to be touched everywhere. I wanted my entire body to feel like this, every bit of me this wild sexual being. Lester was standing by the window, looking unsure, and I could see the faces outside, rapt with attention. Their getting turned on by me creating a feedback loop that just made me more horney. It was like my body couldn't contain the sensations flowing through it. I was vaguely aware that Ranger had entered me from behind, I could feel him pressed up against me, but this time there was no pain at all, only pleasure.

"Get over here" I told Lester, struggling to make coherent sounds as the moans tore from my throat.

He took the half step towards me. In the past 30 seconds he's taken off his clothes, though I hadn't noticed. He had a scar on his torso I'd never noticed before, and another where his leg met his hip. I grabbed his butt, holding my upper body up with my grip on it, and took his cock in my mouth.

His hands ran along my back, my hair, my breasts. Ranger panted behind me, gripping my hips and running his hands along my legs. I felt like there were a hundred hands on me, stroking me, caressing me. I was filling up with sensation like a balloon about to burst.

And then the orgasm came. Normally they are like cresting a mountain. Buildup, then a peak, then a ride down. This was like standing in the ocean, each wave hitting, and another following. I lost count of how many I had. Maybe it was one, maybe a dozen. There wasn't a good way to count. I just felt every muscle in my body clench and release as I drove myself forward down Lester's cock, and then back hard against Ranger's. I felt something hot pour down my throat as Lester shuddered, and then Ranger fall across my back, his body slick with sweat as he murmured "I love you." And then I collapsed forward on the bed, gasping for air, my body singing with the afterglow.