Threesomes
X-Rated
Darren G. Burton
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Pleasure Island
Carl kicked hard towards the sea bed, hand spear in his right hand, the rubber sling cocked and ready for a strike. He had his eyes on a rock cod that swam lazily between some small coral outcrops. Carl slowed his pace as he neared range, took aim and fired.
The four-pronged spearhead surged through the water. The fish either saw the danger or sensed it, because it flicked its powerful tail and quite easily dodged the spear. Then it was off, heading out to sea into the safety of deeper water.
Carl shook his head and kicked for the surface. He tossed the hand spear into the small dinghy and hauled himself aboard. No sooner did his body hit the deck and his friend’s head appeared beside the boat.
“Any luck?” Carl asked him.
Mark grunted and shook his head. “Can’t catch a fish to save my life today.” He climbed in, causing the boat to rock wildly from side to side.
“Lucky we’re not shipwrecked and trying to survive this way.”
The sun was oppressive in the tropics. Carl glanced up at the glowing orb in the clear blue sky. Already the seawater on his skin was being replaced by sweat. One salty liquid swapped for another.
Their small craft was floating above a coral reef. All around there were green smudges. The place was a plethora of tiny, uninhabited islands.
“Maybe we should try the shallow waters near one of those islands?” Carl suggested. “At least we might be able to find some shade for a while when we’ve had enough.”
Mark nodded and headed over to the outboard. “Let’s do it.” He gripped the handle of the cord and pulled hard. The little engine burst into life with a growl. Mark guided it down a long, deep channel and headed towards the island that looked like it had the most palm trees on it. He let the dinghy idle into a cove until it beached itself, then he cut the motor and, together with Carl, dragged it up onto the sand.
The two men glanced about the sandy beach, where a steepish dune led up into a jungle of palm trees and other tropical foliage. They put their snorkeling gear back on and waded backwards into the water armed with their hand spears. Mark dove in first and Carl tailed him out into deeper water.
Below them the bottom dropped of dramatically and plunged down to a depth of more than thirty feet only twenty metres offshore. There were clumps of rocks below and a section of coral reef further out. They headed towards that as that was most likely where they were going to find some fish. When they arrived they hovered on the surface above the coral, which started about fifteen feet below them and dropped a further twenty or so to the sea floor. Everything was silent with his head in the water and all Carl could hear was his own breathing. He saw plenty of fish down there, but most of them were schools of tropical fish that were really small. However, there were bound to be a few bigger ones below.
A small reef shark swam in lazy circles amid the small fish. It was too small to be a threat to them and didn’t appear agitated in any way. It didn’t even seem interested in hunting any of the marine life.
Carl kicked down towards the coral, equalizing the pressure in his ears as he neared the top of the reef. When he reached it he looked upwards and saw Mark descending behind him, leaving a trail of exhaled bubbles of air.
Carl took a hurried shot at a coral trout as it sped past him. He missed it by yards. Mark had what looked like a snapper lined up, the rubber of his spear drawn back ready for the strike. The sling was released. The shot missed.
Fishermen they weren’t.
We suck at this, Carl thought.
He kicked down further until he was more than halfway to the bottom. The pressure in his lungs grew and he exhaled just a little bit of air to relieve it. He’d have to surface shortly, could feel a pulse beating rapidly at his temple, his lungs starting to beg for a fresh supply of oxygen. He rose slowly toward the surface, exhaling the last of his air as he did so, and broke the surface. Hungrily sucking in air, he tread water and watched his friend’s head bob up beside him.
Mark shook his head.
“I just can’t hit one,” he said, exasperated.
“I’m no better. Can’t even get close.”
They waited until their breathing was under control, then dove back down again for another try. Carl kicked hard for the bottom, where a big school of fish was swimming past the coral. He cocked the spear as he descended, ready to strike at the first opportunity. When he was close he kicked harder still, propelling himself through the water like a missile. Soon he was within range and he fired randomly into the school, thinking he’d hit one for sure. The odds were in his favor.
The school of fished scattered in all directions, leaving an empty space of sea where Carl’s spearhead was. The prongs were empty. Somehow he’d missed yet again.
Looking to his right he saw Mark struggling to free the head of his spear from the reef. Carl kicked over to him to lend a hand. Mark got his spear loose just as Carl arrived. They glanced at each other, then kicked for the surface above.
“I’ve had enough for the moment,” Mark said and started swimming for shore.
Carl tailed him in, removed his fins in the shallows and walked up onto the beach. Both men tossed their spears and dive gear into the dinghy, grabbed some bottled water and walked further up the beach in search of shade and refuge from the sun. Carl took a long sip of tepid water. It wasn’t overly refreshing, but at least it washed away the taste of salt. He poured a little into the palm of his hand and wiped it over his face.
At the top of the dune they found the tiny island to be covered in thick vegetation that threatened to strangle the myriad of palms. There wasn’t really anywhere open enough to hang in the shade.
“Let’s follow the beach and see if we can find a decent spot,” Carl suggested and started heading to the right.
No sooner had they rounded the northern tip and the distinct sound of female voices reached their ears. Both men slowed their pace and listened. They picked up three different voices, all female, and they sounded young, like early twenties. The men paused, glanced at one other, then continued on in the direction of the voices.
A little cove opened up before them. A small runabout was wallowing in the shallows, held at anchor. The voices were louder now. Up on the beach, in the shade of some palms, lay three naked women. They were on their stomachs and chatting animatedly between themselves. As yet they hadn’t noticed Carl and Mark approaching.
“Hi girls,” Mark said confidently from a distance.
Startled, the three young women looked around simultaneously. All had pretty faces and slender figures. Certainly fuckable. Funny how that thought immediately entered Carl’s mind, as if it were a foregone conclusion already. He could certainly use a good fucking. Three naked women. Deserted island. Maybe they’d be up for it?
A blonde on the left broke into a bright and welcoming smile. “Hi,” she replied. “Didn’t know we were going to be having company.”
“And such good looking company,” another blonde added, scanning both mens’ fit physiques with her eager eyes.
The third, a brunette, just smiled and said, “Mmm.”
“Sorry to intrude,” Mark went on. “We were doing some diving over the other side and were just looking for some shade to take a break for a while.”
“You’re very welcome to share our shade,” said the first blonde enthusiastically. “I’m Brit, by the way.”
Both Mark and Carl shook her hand.
Mark said, “Nice to meet you, Brit. I’m Mark and this is Carl.”
“I’m Tasha,” said the second blonde. She pointed at the brunette. “And this is Simone.”
Brit made space on her towel for Mark to sit down, while Carl sat between Tasha and Simone. The three naked girls didn’t seem the slightest bit fazed that they were nude in front of the men. They all had nice tits, Carl noted, and shaven snatches. He felt his cock spring to life beneath his shorts. Now he really needed a fuck.
The five made small talk for a while. Like themselves, the girls were vacationing at one of the resorts and hired a boat for the day to explore the outer islands.
Brit smiled lasciviously. “I think it only fair that you guys strip naked like us girls. You two have been getting a great perve. Now it’s our turn.”
Mark wasted no time in stripping bare. Immediately three sets of keen female eyes checked out his package. Mark was semi-erect, his balls dangling heavily. Carl hesitated just a moment, then freed his straining erection and tossed his shorts up onto the sand. Now six eyes played over his large and throbbing cock rather hungrily.
Tasha took Carl’s dick into her hand. She looked at dark haired Simone. “Want to help me suck this?”
Carl leaned back and propped himself up on his elbows while the girls went to work on his member. Tasha sucked him first, gulping half his dick down her throat continuously before offering it to her friend. Simone was only too happy to have a taste. She licked and sucked on the head, then aggressively drove her mouth down his shaft until most of Carl’s dick had disappeared down her throat.
“Fuck that feels good,” Carl gasped and watched as Mark’s raging cock was repeatedly plunged down Brit’s eager throat.
Simone and Tasha kept reciprocating his dick between them. At the moment Tasha was pumping his shaft into her mouth while the brunette was between his legs and lashing his sensitive balls with her long, wet tongue. The girls switched again and Carl’s cock slid, inch by inch, between Simone’s lips. She concentrated her efforts on the head, sending tingles of intense pleasure all through Carl’s body. Tasha had a testicle in her mouth and was busy swirling her tongue around it.
“I need someone to kiss me,” he said to them. Simone was first to respond. She moved up beside him until her face was next to his. “Thrust your tongue down my throat,” Carl instructed her.
Simone did just that, filling Carl’s mouth with her tongue. He thrust his own tongue into her mouth and tasted her sweet saliva. All the while Tasha was going to town on his cock, driving every hard inch of it down her throat repeatedly until her nose touched his balls.
Beside them Mark and Brit were already fucking. Brit was on top, panting hard as she bounced up and down of Mark’s boner. Mark had his hands on her hips and helped drive her down onto him.
Next thing Carl knew Simone had positioned herself over his head and was lowering her steaming, shaven cunt down onto his mouth. The moment his lips and tongue came into contact with it they were coated in juice. He plunged his tongue inside her and tasted her delectable sweetness. He had her moaning in no time. Simone squirmed around on top of him, grinding her pussy down onto his mouth.
Tasha ceased sucking his dick. A moment later her mouth was replaced by the glorious soft wetness of her needy pussy. She sank down onto him and slowly swallowed all eight inches of his rigid meat.
Now two girls were panting and moaning and writhing around on top of him. Both were extremely wet.
Carl sucked the juice from Simone’s hot cunt and let it trickle down his arid throat. He tongued her furiously, driving her wild with desire. Her clit was hard and jutting out like a pointed button. He nibbled on it and sucked it, causing her to shiver on his face and more juice to flood her passage.
Tasha was going hard on his dick, driving it into herself relentlessly, slamming her sodden pussy down onto his shaft and coating his balls in a sheen of her love fluid. She was an expert at riding cock and Carl was loving every second of it.
A few minutes later the girls swapped positions. Now Tasha’s delicious snatch was clamped firmly on his mouth while Simone buried his raging cock in her desperate cunt. Carl bucked into her from beneath as she rode him, all the while tonguing Tasha’s pussy with great enthusiasm.
Beside them Brit was in the midst of her first orgasm. She was screaming with ecstasy, a sound that only served to heighten Carl’s own arousal. He felt his cock stiffen even further and Simone was taking full advantage of his rigidity.
Tasha’s puss was incredibly sweet. Carl loved cunnilingus, performed it on every girl he ever got with. Apart from the actual act of intercourse itself, there was nothing better than some great oral sex. A sixty-niner was certainly one of his favorites; feasting on a scrumptious wet pussy while having his cock devoured enthusiastically at the same time, after which inevitably followed was robust bout of hard fucking.
Carl was in heaven right now. When they hired the little dinghy to go diving, an encounter like this was the last thing he expected to transpire throughout the day.
Tasha came all over his face. She moaned as her body quivered. Her tunnel flooded with a fresh offering of juice and Carl was only too happy to suck it all into his mouth and swallow it. She got off him then and kissed him while Simone continued to hump his dick. After she broke the kiss, she left him and joined Mark and Brit over on the other towel, where Mark was banging Brit from the rear. Carl watched as Tasha got in behind his friend and commenced playing with his heavy ball sack. She then lay down in from of Brit, spread her legs and closed her eyes. Brit plunged her face between Tasha’s legs and licked hungrily at her cunt.
Carl grinned. So these girls liked a bit of bi action.
He flipped Simone off him, positioned her on all fours and entered her lush interior from behind. Gripping her firmly by the hips he stroked methodically and rhythmically into her, watching his wet cock slide in and out of her soft cunt lips. Simone hadn’t had a climax yet and Carl wanted to make sure she had one now.
Beside him Mark and the girls had switched. Now Tasha was being drilled by Mark for the first time while Brit was having her pussy licked. Mark glanced at Carl and winked. Carl just grinned and continued to plunge his cock into Simone’s wet and welcoming cunt.
Simone’s body started to tense up. Her hands clenched the towel tightly as tingles and waves of pleasure swept over her.
“I’m…coming,” she announced proudly.
Carl upped the pace and gave it to her even harder. His body slapped against her ass, balls swaying wildly in their sack and banging against her engorged clitoris. He spanked her butt cheeks a couple of times as her orgasm went on and on. By the time she was done the towel was a mess beneath her and covered in sand. Carl pulled out of her and got to his feet. Simone shook the towel out and placed it neatly back down on the beach again.
Needing some Brit action, Carl moved over to the girl. She was still having her cunt lashed by Tasha, her legs spread before her, torso propped up on her elbows. Carl knelt beside Brit’s head. The girl eyed his accessible cock and immediately took it into her mouth, swallowing four or five inches in one keen gulp. She sucked him hard, moaning and panting all the while. She obviously loved a cock in her mouth and a tongue in her cunt.
When Mark had succeeded in bringing Tasha to a shuddering climax, he slipped out of her and joined Simone on the adjacent towel. The brunette had been resting with a cigarette, content to watch the foursome action. Now she was ready to play some more. And judging by the way she eyed Mark’s dick, she was keen to experience a new man.
“I need to fuck Brit now,” Carl told Tasha. The blonde moved her head away from Brit’s snatch and sat up. “I haven’t fucked her yet.”
“Can I guide you in?” Tasha asked.
Carl grinned. “Of course you can..”
He knelt between Brit’s thighs and Tasha took his long dick in her hand. He leaned forward while the girl guided the head of his cock between the soft, wet folds of Brit’s needy slit. Carl thrust and plunged into her a couple of inches, Tasha’s hand still gripping his shaft. When she let go of it, Carl thrust all the way inside Brit, causing her to gasp loudly.
To Carl’s great pleasure, Tasha remained beside him and tongued his mouth while he fucked Brit’s very tight and pleasurable cunt. She was soaking wet but her walls gripped his shaft like a spongy vice. It wouldn’t take him long to come if he fucked her for long. Tasha’s tongue down his throat wasn’t helping to delay the inevitable either. It was totally orgasmic having the pleasure of two women at once. He deliberately slowed his pace until he was stroking Brit’s passage ever-so-slowly. Tasha’s generous breasts were squashed up against his side and she continued to kiss him passionately. Down on the towel Brit’s panting was escalating. His slow pace was gradually bringing her to an intense climax. Carl broke the kiss with Tasha so he could concentrate his efforts on making Brit come. He loved making a woman orgasm; good for his ego and great for them.
Brit came all over his big dick only a few minutes later. Carl continued stroking into her, going faster all the time. He could feel the pressure and tension building in his loins. Tingles swept through his balls and shaft. At the very last second he pulled out and sprayed his heavy, sticky load all over Brits tits and stomach. When he was done Tasha clapped and squealed excitedly.
“That was awesome!” she said.
Carl heard a grunt and he looked to his right just in time to see the first wad of Mark’s cum shoot into Simone’s open mouth. Mark continued to shoot load after load down her throat and the brunette happily swallowed every savory drop. She finished him off by sucking his spent dick clean.
Carl and Mark spent the rest of the afternoon on the tiny deserted island with the three girls. They played in the water, did some more diving and, of course, indulged in more hot and steamy five-way sex.
It was the best afternoon of Carl’s life.
Girls On Film
Two vehicles came to a stop on a grassy area at the secluded beach location. It was mid-morning and, being only early spring, the bright sun wasn’t too hot.
Andrea and her assistant, Carla, got out of Andrea’s red convertible. Looking up at the sky Andrea saw nothing but a belt of endless azure. Perfect for photography. She collected some Canon camera gear from the back seat while Carla filled her arms with a blanket and reflectors. Both women were dressed in brief shorts and singlet tops.
From the second car two young women alighted, dressed only in bikinis and carrying a towel each. They both wore sunglasses to ward off the sun’s glare and glanced around at the deserted beach setting.
The four ladies came together and trudged barefoot through the sand dunes, treading over sea grass as they made their way down onto the golden expanse of pristine and unspoilt beach. The ocean was turquoise blue with small waves rolling into shore where they broke in bubbles of whitewater.
Andrea looked left and right. No one was about. She knew this spot and chose it specifically for that reason. They needed privacy for their outdoor photo shoot. It wasn’t going to be your average modeling photography session. She worked for a selection of internet websites that were constantly hungry for new material: Of the adult kind.
She led the way down towards the water where Carla laid the blanket out on the sand. Thankfully there wasn’t a breath of wind, just the gentle rolling of the surf as small waves washed into shore. Windswept sand and salt spray did not blend well with camera equipment. Nor would it lend itself to the quality of the shoot any more than a rainy day would have.
“Kristy and Lucy?” the photographer said to the pair of models. “Why don’t you girls go take a dip. I want to photograph you coming out of the water all wet and shiny. Leave your bikinis on for now.”
Both girls were wearing special waterproof makeup that wouldn’t easily wash off. Kristy was a tall and lithe brunette and she trotted into the surf first in her skimpy yellow bikini. Lucy was a little shorter and a more muscular build. She had long, light brown hair with some blond streaks added at the front for highlights. Her white bikini was quickly rendered transparent as she hit the water and dove confidently beneath a breaking wave.