With all the ruthlessness she craved, Ed peeled off her panties, efficient, but impatient. He flung them away with a flourish and took hold of her thighs, prizing them wide apart and exposing her in a way that made her gasp. She'd never been this open, this… this presented before. It occurred to her how staid her sex life had always been, but it didn't bother her. She was certainly making up for it now, especially with Denny's lips against her throat in a renewed, nibbling kiss, and his fingertips twirling around her nipple as Ed surveyed her pussy.
'Exquisite,' murmured Denny.
'You bet,' echoed Ed.
As if she needed any further proof that these two unusual men liked women as well as enjoying their own gender, Denny suddenly clutched at her hand and conducted it to his groin. He was hard as rock and huge inside his pale trousers.
'See, what did I tell you?' His teeth grazed her neck, and he caught his breath as she squeezed him, a reflex action. 'And look at Ed too. He's dying to taste you.'
It was true. Ed's erection was pushing hard at the zip of his jeans, deforming their smooth snug line.
'It's all right. I believe you,' gasped Laurie, her entire body filled with energy and desire. She edged forward where she sat, opening herself wider. Her pussy felt as if was screaming for touch, for attention. 'Please get on with it!'
Both men laughed. 'With the greatest of pleasure,' growled Ed, plunging forward, ready with hands and lips and tongue to obey her.
A sensation of her own power made Laurie's heart sing. She was at their mercy, and yet at the same time she controlled them. They were hers, to give her pleasure, and to worship her. She felt herself smash through yet another barrier of her grief and disappointment, and burst through to another realm of joy and confidence.
Sliding his hands beneath her bottom, Ed angled her hips so he could get at her better, and then dove right in, nuzzling at her pussy. At the same time, Denny too applied himself to the heart of the matter, reaching down to deftly part her curls for his friend.
'Oh God, oh God,' Laurie groaned as Ed's hot mouth found her flesh.
She started to wriggle. She couldn't help herself; the sensations of Ed's lapping tongue were so exquisite. But Denny held her firm, one arm slung around her middle, the other on her thigh, holding her apart so his lover could gain better access. For a moment his hand drifted to Ed's short brown hair and he ruffled it, seeming to complete a circle of intimacy, joining them all.
Laurie still squirmed, but they held her firm and close, strong arms steadying her, protecting her. The three of them were one being, devoted to her pleasure, their focus Ed's nimble tongue, flicking, flickering.
She closed her eyes, arching, lost in a world of sweet sensations, touch, sound, and scent. Every sense was acute. Her own gasps and moans echoed around the room, blending with Denny's murmurings of encouragement, and Ed's hungry little grunts of appreciation. She could smell, quite distinctly, the different colognes of the men: Denny, rich and spicy, Ed, crisper, blue, Alpine somehow. And she could smell herself, hot and foxy, drenched in desire.
And still Ed worked her with his tongue, merciless yet bountiful, attacking her clit with exactly the pressure and variation that she needed. One moment it was dabbing hard, the next like a hummingbird's wing fluttering, sometimes mixing things up by furling to point and dipping into the entrance to her vagina.
'Oh please, oh please,' she burbled, not quite sure what she was begging for, but getting it anyway when Ed brought his fingers into play as well as his mouth. He thrust two into her firmly, coasting in on her copious silkiness, while at the same time sucking hard on her clit.
Climaxing hard, Laurie let out a shriek, part of her mind dimly wondering what the playmates in the other cabana would think, as surely they could hear it.
But the other part of her mind, the greater part, was lost, lost, lost, soaring high on a great gust of glowing white bliss as she jerked and bucked in the men's hold, all the time hearing Denny's chant of pride and encouragement in her ear.
It seemed to go on for an indeterminate period, rising and rising, filling her with pleasure and power and a joy unalloyed. Even when it began to ebb, she wasn't sad. No post orgasmic melancholy. She just subsided back onto the sofa, a huge grin on her face and an exquisite satisfied glow between her legs.
To bracket the experience, she received two kisses. One came from Denny, a touch of his lips to the corner of her mouth; one from Ed, a reverential little buss against her sticky pubic curls.
'There, do you still think we only like men?' His brown eyes glittered as he looked up at her, his mouth still only inches from her pussy.
Laurie laughed. She was still catching her breath and blown away by intense, sweet, aftershocks. 'Well, you either do like women or you're a pair of geniuses at hiding your aversion, and that's a fact.'
'No aversion, sweet Laurie. None at all,' said Denny, giving her a strangely sexless, almost brotherly hug, 'You're gorgeous and delicious.' He flashed his friend a broad, wicked wink, 'As my compadre here can no doubt now attest.'
'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.
