"Yum!" Ed licked his lips in a slow, lascivious swipe, then unfolded himself from his knees, gave Laurie's thigh a gentle squeeze, and resumed his place in the planter's chair.
Still hazed, she glanced from one to the other. They looked smug, and very pleased with themselves, but she couldn't find it in her to be in the least bit annoyed by that. Yes, they were a pair of sexual pirates, if not usually, well at least on this holiday. They'd selected her as a likely playmate for their threesome games, possibly even targeted her as a lone and needy woman. But still her gut feeling was that there was nothing fundamental venal about either man. They were pleasure lovers, and pleasure givers, out for fun, but still basically caring and decent.
They were what they were. They weren't hiding anything. Their honesty was refreshing, and a relief after what had happened recently.
The shade of Jim drifted into her mind, but seemed insubstantial. It was as if she'd only imagined him, while Ed and Denny were real, oh so real.
Yes, real men, both with erections.
"So what now?" She sat up, her momentary exhaustion fading, only to be replaced a new energy, and astonishingly, fresh desire.
Here she was with the two most gorgeous hunks on the island, and the night was beautiful and young.
"Let's go for a walk on the beach," said Denny, "I fancy making love beneath the stars."
ACT THREE
It wasn't what Laurie had expected, but somehow, ten minutes later, as they strolled along the strand together, it was right. It was better than right. It was perfect… and also scary and daring.
"What if someone sees up?"
The question had to be asked, and Laurie, as the newcomer in this trio, knew she was the one who had to ask it.
"Oh tish pooh," said Denny airily, "everybody's holed up in their cabanas at night shagging, and even if they aren't, nobody's going to complain, are they?" He waggled his sandy eyebrows at them both, and Laurie and Ed exchanged despairing looks. It was already strangely easy to do that. She'd never before felt that she fitted in, so quickly and so easily.
"This is a lovers' resort," he went on, "and we're just fulfilling the remit. Sex on the beach is almost compulsory, I'd say."
They'd already covered quite a bit of ground along the pale, moonlit beach, even though they were just ambling along in their loose group of three. Barefoot, and with their feet dusted with the fine white sand, they trudged in a line abreast. Ed wore just in his jeans and his chest gleamed in dramatic light. Under his arm he carried a rolled up beach blanket. Denny was still fully dressed apart from his shoes and socks, and was toting a plastic drinking bottle filled with rum, lime cordial and ice cubes, in case they should need a little "refreshment". With nothing to carry herself, Laurie had restored order to her dress, but abandoned her bra and knickers back at the cabana. They didn't really seem necessary any more.
"If you say so," she answered, meeting Denny's eye.
"I do say so." His grin was broad and puckish, irresistible. "And even if we do get slung off the island, all we have to do is hop on a plane, hole up at our London place, and shag each others' brains out there instead."
"Do you have other places too?" She hadn't pegged being a professor of volcanology as a lucrative employment, but clearly it was.
"Oh, Denny has places all over the place," Ed chipped in, reaching around to give his lover a playful thump on the shoulder, "His family is rolling in it. Titles up the wazoo." As Laurie turned around, walking backwards for a step or two, to watch their by-play, Denny gave Ed a mock threatening glare. "His real name is the Honorable Edmund St. John Denbeigh James, don't you know."
"So you're a toff?" Laurie challenged.
"Pah!" said Denny, kicking a plume of sand in Ed's direction, before scanning the beach ahead of them. "Look, there's a spot… a nice hollow, if you're worried about being watched all of a sudden." He gave Laurie a wink. "We just need those bloody seagulls to vamoose."
With that, he took off along the beach with a soft whoop, clearly intent on getting the seabirds to vacate his chosen trysting place by means of waving his bottle at them.
Laurie couldn't help but grin. Aristocrat or otherwise, there was something free and happy and young about the beautiful blond man that touched the heart. No wonder Ed adored him. Who wouldn't? She turned to her companion and wasn't the least bit surprised to see Ed looking in his lover's direction with such a fond expression in his eyes that Laurie felt almost teary.
"You love him, don't you?"
"Yes, I do… He's all the world to me," said Ed simply, still smiling in Denny's direction.
"It's obvious he feels the same. I can tell, and I barely know either of you." She followed his gaze, watching Denny, who'd strolled into the sea now he'd vanquished the gulls, and was kicking around in the shallows. "I still wonder what… well, what you need me for though. You're such a perfect pair. I'd have thought you wouldn't need anybody but each other."
Ed paused for thought, and then turned to her, with a little shrug. "Mostly we don't need anyone else. We have all we need in each other." He looked skyward for a moment, as if looking for a way to express what he meant. "But every now and again, one or the other of us will just have a yearning for the shape of a woman, for the voice of a woman. I don't know… for that special way of looking at the world that a woman has." His eyes met hers, very level and serious now. "There used to be a girl, Anya… we all lived together for a while, and we got on really well. It seemed as if it was going to last, but then she met a guy at the college where she worked, and fell for him, and she wanted a conventional life with him." He shrugged again. "We were happy for her. Still are. And she's doing great with her new husband."
"I see," said Laurie, sort of seeing. She looked up at the beautiful night sky, and then across the white beach, to the equally beautiful man who'd abandoned his splashing and who was walking back towards them, his face alight with joy and mischief. Then, she flipped her gaze to the man at her side.
I'm so lucky tonight. I couldn't ask for anything better. Even if I never see these two again, I'll remember this for the rest of my life, and be glad of it.
"See. Birds all sorted. Beverage shaken not stirred," said Denny, setting down the bottle and then whisking the rug out of Ed's hands. He surveyed the newly cleared area then spread out the thick, capacious square of tartan cloth. The perfect size for three. Grasping both their hands, he pulled the two of them down beside him.
But no sooner had he settled them, and given each a peck on the cheek, than he was up again, grinning and shrugging out of his waistcoat. With an animal grace, he peeled off his shirt, and stepped out of his trousers, and then in the wink of an eye, he'd whipped off his snug white underwear too. Giving them just a second or two first to admire him, he flopped down onto the rug, and struck a pose that would have made an odalisque envious.
Bloody hell… you're gorgeous.
She'd seen both men naked last night, of course, but there was a big difference between spying on them from a distance, and being up close, up close enough to touch. Denny's body was wonderful, smooth and toned, not a muscle-man, but developed in all the right places. His cock was thick and eager, rising hard.
"Well then?" He nodded at the surfeit of clothing that Laurie and Ed still wore.
Ed waggled his eyebrows and grinned, his fingers flying to his jeans' zipper.
"Um… yeah, right." Even after the things they'd done, Laurie still felt a little nervous, stripping off here on a public beach. They'd walked a good way from the resort, but there still might be some restless, lonely, or insomniac person walking this way.
"Go on, gorgeous, you can do it. You're delicious. We want to see all of you." Denny's smile was seductive and challenging, although Laurie couldn't really concentrate on it, because her eyes were fatally drawn to his cock, and the way he was unashamedly giving it a frisk.
All of me? Am I up to this? You two are both so incredibly fit, so goddamn beautiful. And I'm just an averagely pretty w
oman with an average body.
Denny edged towards her, as if he'd heard her thoughts, and behind her, she heard Ed fling away his jeans, then, presumably his underwear.
"Whatever you're thinking, don't think it," Denny commanded, "We've already seem most of you… and you're a goddess, woman, an absolute goddess." He slid his hands over her shoulders and attacked the bow at the back of her neck, while from behind, Ed unfastened the zip in the side of her dress.
In the blink of an eye, she was naked, the pretty sun frock flung away along with the men's clothing.
"Beautiful." Denny's mouth settled on her lips.
"Adorable." Ed brushed her hair aside and settled a light kiss on the nape of her neck.
Laurie settled a hand on Denny's waist, and fishing around behind herself, found Ed's hip with the other one. Both men had hot, smooth skin; both their bodies were firm, their solid reality powerful and reassuring. She could do this. It was right. It was good. It affirmed life and joy and banished all her doubt in herself.
"So what do we do then? I'm not used to three bodies. I mean, with one man, I know what goes where… and with two men together, well, you just focus on each other." She squeezed each one of them, searching for answers that might be mapped on the epidermis of each of her lovers. "How do we organize the three of us?"
"It's easy," said Ed, kissing her again, "Just plunge in, do what you fancy. There's nothing right or wrong. No checklist or anything." He ran his hands up and down her flanks in a slow soothing movement, while at her front Denny cradled his face in his two hands and kissed her with an extraordinary gentleness and delicacy. Dabbing little kisses around the periphery of her mouth, he sighed against her skin, and then spoke up.
"Why not start by repaying Ed's compliment?" He ran his tongue suggestively along the inner edge of her lower lip, flicking and teasing. "He gave you good head, why not do the same to him? You've got such a beautiful mouth… and a naughty tongue." For a moment he pushed his own tongue between her lips and teased hers.
Yes, she could do that. She liked giving head. It was another way in which she felt powerful… and playful. Jim had been disappointingly unenthusiastic whenever she'd suggested it, and she'd always been flabbergasted by that. What kind of man didn't much like having his cock sucked?
"Oh hell, yes," growled Ed behind her, "That's a great idea. Are you up for it, doll?"
Doll? Laurie laughed. Nobody had ever called her "doll" before, but she liked it.
"Absolutely!" Giving Denny a last kiss, she turned in his hold, and faced Ed, whose face was aglow. Kissing him quickly, she pushed hard on his shoulders, urging him to lie back on the blanket. The men were right. This was easy. She just had to follow her instincts.
Ed subsided, stretching out on his back, half sitting up, resting on his elbows. Laurie shuffled around beside him, and beside her, Denny moved into a better position on too.
"Isn't that a sight for sore eyes?" he murmured, reaching out to run his fingers up the side of Ed's rigid, erect cock. It was pointing towards the moon, hard and ready to be serviced. "Just play with the tip, for starters. He likes that." Sliding his fist down the base, he seemed to offer his friend's penis for Laurie's approval.
Adjusting herself on the rug, Laurie knelt and braced herself with her left hand, while with the fingers of her right hand she encircled Ed, just above Denny's grip. The darker man moaned, and moved seductively against the tartan weave beneath him.
Laurie extended her tongue, licking the tip as suggested. She paused and smiled at Denny. Ed was just like a beautiful living lollipop that they were sharing. When she engulfed his glans, impatient to taste him, he groaned again.
"Oh God, yes… more of that. More."
Laurie sucked and flicked and teased, loving the heat and the saltiness of him, and the way his tiny love-eye yielded and pouted against her tongue. Attended by two lovers, Ed seemed content to let them pleasure him, and he grabbed at the blanket at his side, twisting and grabbing at it in bunches, rocking his hips from side to side, and sometimes thrusting upwards. His cock was big, long and substantial, but Denny's governing hand kept him from pushing up too hard into Laurie's mouth. At the same time Denny stroked her hair encouragingly with his free hand.
"Oh yes, I can see you're very good at this," he purred, as Ed hissed an impassioned expletive in response to Laurie's foray beneath the head of his cock.
"You're fucking amazing!" snarled Ed, "never mind 'very good'… Oh yes, woman, that's it… oh hell, yes, that's it!"
Laurie would have grinned again if she hadn't had her mouth full. The men might be encouraging her, directing her even, but still, she felt in complete control, even though hot and excited. Down between her own legs, her sex was tense and heavy, almost as if every stroke of her tongue against Ed's flesh was a delicious wave of stimulation to her own body. She moaned around Ed's cock when Denny slithered his hand from her head and down her spine to her bottom. He was curled over and around her, kneeling against her and somehow enclosing her in his body heat while she enclosed the tip of Ed's penis with her lips. Against her hip, she could feel the surge of the blond man's cock pressing into her skin like a living brand.
As Laurie teased Ed with her tongue, Denny teased her in return. Allowing her sole dominion over Ed's cock, he slid a hand under her belly, completing a delicious circle of intimacy when the fingers of his other hand fluttered into her cleft from behind.
He stroked her, he played her, dabbling at her entrance and rolling her clit in a wicked rhythm. She made an uncouth sound around the obstruction in her mouth.
"Naughty, naughty, beautiful girl," he murmured, still inclined over her, "Concentrate on Ed. Don't let yourself get distracted."
How the hell am I supposed to do that?
Inside, Laurie laughed. The man was preposterous. His fingers were driving her crazy, but he was telling her to concentrate. Her eyes snapped towards Ed, and she could see he was trying to watch what Denny was doing.
Devils! You're both devils!
Plagued by pleasure, she renewed her onslaught on Ed's cock, sucking hard, probing with her tongue, giving him as good as she was getting from Denny. They were crazy, wild, sexy men and in that moment, she adored the pair of them. There was nowhere in the world she'd rather be than on this magical moonlight beach, on her knees, giving head to a relative stranger. There was nobody in her life she'd rather be with than these two.
"Oh God," cried Ed suddenly, his hips bucking and lifting, his glans pushing, pushing, pushing as he climaxed. Was it her tongue, or what he was seeing that had triggered him? She didn't know. Her only reality was his semen in her mouth, and Denny's fingers.
For a moment or two, Ed held her to him, his fingers buried in her hair, but then, as his spasms ebbed, he released her, falling back against the blanket, gasping hard as his penis slipped from between her lips. "Thank you, doll," he murmured, his smooth chest heaving.
Laurie made as if to rise, but Denny forestalled her. "Uh oh. Stay where you are. Unfinished business." She obeyed, crouching on the rug, half over Ed while his lover presided over her in return, both hands working.
It didn't last long. She was too excited to hold out against him, neither did she want to. Within seconds she followed Ed into orgasm, her sex clenching and rippling in stunning waves. Slipping sideways, she too fell into a heap on the rug, panting for breath.
The man in the moon smiled down on them. Laurie smiled back up at him, enjoying the magical sexual wonderland. She cared not what happened in the future, or what had happened in the past. This was the moment, the crazy moment, to enjoy.
As she got her breath back, she blinked and sat up. Ed was just lying on the rug, a foolish grin on his narrow handsome face making him look very young. Denny smiled too, and reached over and laid his hand on her shoulder, his touch almost fraternal, congratulatory.
"Here, have a swig of this. It'll take the taste away." He offered the drinking bottle, shuffling up close so he could hold it while she
sipped.
"I don't mind the taste," said Laurie in all honestly. Ed's semen had a bland, clean flavor, not at all unpleasant.
"Neither do I," answered Denny with a golden wink, "But I still think you deserve a drink after that performance."
The rum and lime was fresh and spicy, the perfect reviver. Laurie had never tasted anything quite so delicious and welcome in her life. As the heat went down her throat and into her belly, she did indeed feel stirred and refreshed. The bite of the rum seemed to reignite her, despite all the pleasures she'd already feasted on.
As did the sight of Denny's cock, thick and sturdy, rearing up from his groin as if waiting for its turn to participate.
Laurie hitched forward a little, licking her lips and wondering if over-proof spirit would be at all damaging to the shiny, stretched skin of Denny's erection. "Er… would you like me to do the honors for you too?" She nodded towards his penis, where it swayed a little as he moved towards her.
His grin was seraphic. "Bless you, my queen of sexiness. I don't think I've ever had a sweeter offer." He paused, offering her the drink bottle again, and waiting while she had another pull at it. "But that's not exactly what I want right at the moment."
Laurie blinked. What did he want? Did he intend too fuck his lover, Ed, while she watched? She'd no doubt that Ed would pretty quickly revive at that prospect and it would both intriguing and red hot to see the two men together in a reverse of the configuration of last night.
But when she made to move aside, and allow Denny to get to Ed, he set aside the bottle, and took hold of her lightly by both her shoulders. "Uh oh… no, not that."
"But…"
His answer was to push her down onto her back on the rug, and kiss her, moving his body over hers like a cloak of heat. As his tongue pushed into her mouth, he rubbed his cock against her thigh.
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