'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.
Oh Lordy, you want to fuck me! Why didn't I think of that?
'When I said we like girls,' Denny murmured, moving his mouth over her face, her jaw and her neck, then worrying a sensitive patch of skin just beneath her ear, teasing it with the sharp edges of his teeth, 'That means we like to fuck girls too.' Nibble, nibble, nibble… 'But only very special girls like you. Very special women, who… who… Well, women who really mean something to us.'
The sweet kissing went on, and Laurie gave back as good as she got. But a part of her analyzed what he'd said and her mind began to whirl and slowly wonder. She felt special. She was special. And as her eyes filled with tears, it dawned on her that on this enchanted night, she was much, much more special than she'd ever been back at home, even when engaged, and almost married. Out of a clear Caribbean sky, it seemed almost as if the perfect man for her, times two, had descended from heaven.
'Hey, what's wrong?' Denny lifted his face and peered down at her, his brow crimping, 'Are you all right, sweetheart?' He rested on his elbow and used his free hand to stroke her face and smooth back her hair, his touch infinitely gentle. 'If we're too much for you, you just have to say. We'll take it down a notch or two. We can all just sit here in the moonlight for a while, you know. We don't have to have sex. We can just be buddies.'
More tears threatened, but they were good ones. Denny and Ed were the most exciting and desirable men she'd ever met, but they were nice too. Strange and old-fashioned as that seemed.
I like nice. Nice is sexy. Very sexy indeed.
'I'm fine, Denny… more than fine,' she answered, reaching up to stroke his face, then turning to smile at Ed too, when she felt his reassuring hand on her shoulder. 'And I don't want to take anything down any number of notches. I like things at this level, just as they are.' She swirled her hips, rubbing her belly against Denny's rigid cock.
Denny grin widened into a creamy, smug, boyish, irresistible, masculine smirk.
'That's the spirit,' he growled, plunging in for more hard kisses, tongue probing wickedly, as his hands, and a
