Sheena could see them all, moving slowly toward her, all three dressed in tuxedos for awards season. They moved as a unit, Sly moving to her left, John to her right, Patrick staying in the middle. Their hands touched her shoulders and face, her dress slipping from her shoulders, falling around her waist to the bench where she sat waiting for them. Her long arms moved to touch these men, her hands going to Sly and John's thighs, stroking near their groins.
Their hands roamed over her body, the very touches causing goose bumps. Muscular Sylvester Stallone sat to her left, handsome John Travolta to her right. Striking and athletic Patrick Swayze stood in front of her, his crotch mere inches from her face. Sly moved his hand to her left breast, squeezing it and tugging on the piercing there, leaning his head in to suck on her neck. John ducked his head and took her other nipple into her mouth and tugged on it, Sheena biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Patrick took her hand and placed it on his groin, letting her feel his erection, her hand moving up and down of it's own accord.
Her tanned body tried to move in three directions at once, every sensation amplified by the presence of the three men around her, her mind warring with her body. Her mind screamed for control, while her body desired the loss of that control. Her eyes closed and she felt hands on her legs, pushing her dress upwards, but she had no idea whose hand was who's anymore. She leaned back against the wall and let them have their way with her body, her entire body arching as fingers probed her wetness, pushing into it and rubbing against her clit. Without warning, her mouth opened wide and she screamed as the fingered and rubbed her, pinching her nipples and biting her neck.
She shook, her orgasm tingling from her head to her feet, her toes curling up until they ached. Her breath caught and she erupted in another cry, her eyes flying open and watching the hands and mouths moving all over her body. Finally, her mind begged for the control it needed. She pushed the men away from her body and stood up, pulling off her dress and tossing it on the floor. She had John and Sly stand and told them to get undressed, that she had something special in mind.
While they stripped, Sheena sat back down on the bench, still breathing heavily and running her index finger up and down her coated pussy lips. The men had trouble watching her and getting undressed at the same time. Eventually, they were, though, and she marveled at them, each one of them in good shape, especially Sly. He still had all of the muscles Rocky and Rambo had given him, despite the fact that he was pushing sixty. Patrick was still as athletic as he was in 'Dirty Dancing' and looked just as hot as he was in 'Ghost,' but with a touch of the dangerous he had in 'Road House.' Travolta exuded every ounce of cool he had shown in movies like 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Face Off.' She looked from one to the other, licking her lips and removing her finger from her pussy, lying down on the bench.