5 comments/ 31259 views/ 5 favorites Mission Beach Ch. 01 By: SixtyMinuteMan We rolled into Pacific Beach at about noon on a perfect California day. The sky was high and impossibly blue and the breeze off the ocean was deliciously fresh and clean. The beachgoers were out in force, seemingly all of them young and attractive. We came in from the north down PCH, looking at the beautiful Pacific and beach after gorgeous beach full of tanned and happy people. In honor of the location I had Pet Sounds in the CD player, the sweet sound of the Beach Boys surrounding us as we rolled with the windows down and big smiles on our faces. We both got the biggest kick out of the dog beach, a small stretch of sand between the end of a line of cliffs and a little river where people could bring their dogs to play. It was full of muttlies that were just beside themselves with joy, running and chasing each other and splashing in the surf. By the time we rolled through La Jolla into the town that would be our home for the summer Marie was asking me why I'd ever left, and why I hadn't come racing back after I did. After picking up the keys from the agent and stopping for groceries we found the little duplex, just half a block from the surf in what looked like a fun part of town. There were restaurants and bars and a bathing suit shop whose storefront had Marie squealing with delight. The duplex was great, full of air and light, with a little southward-facing patio that had a view of the beach. The owners had left a note welcoming us and telling us the names of the couple in the other half of the building. They'd also left a bottle of champagne in the fridge. "Now that's class," I said and showed Marie the bottle. "Nice. Pop it open!" She wandered out to the patio as I looked for glasses, and I heard her speaking to someone. When I followed her out I found her exchanging hellos with the couple next door, whose patio was separated from ours by a railing. I handed her a glass and looked at the note I still held. "You must be..." I said, "Kelly and Heather from Oklahoma. Kelly and Heather are on their honeymoon, baby." They were a good-looking couple in their early-to-mid 20's, about our age. Both were blond, he was maybe three inches shorter than my 5'10" and in okay shape, very slim. His hair was longish and his features were delicate enough to qualify as pretty rather than handsome, in fact just for a split second I thought he was a she. The black baseball cap he wore backwards cued me to his gender before anything in his appearance did. He had a fairly distant demeanor, almost grumpy, which should be hard to pull off on your honeymoon in California. I pegged him for a jerk right away, but tried to withhold judgment until all the facts were in. Heather was stunning. Tall, maybe 5'7", and built like a brickhouse. Big chest, great hips, nice legs. Her hair was white-blonde, and although I was sure it was from a bottle it still looked fantastic. With her blue eyes and great tan, she looked like she belonged in California, like she'd be right at home on Baywatch. She wore a thin white beach dress over a white bikini. "I'm Marie. My pet gorilla is Ken." Marie held out her hand to Heather, who was standing close to the rail. She took it with a smile and we did the "Heather, Ken. Ken, Kelly. Kelly, Marie." routine. He squeezed the hell out of my hand when he shook it, actually turning his body to make sure he had leverage, and when he turned to greet Marie I could see that his hat had a Raiders logo on the front. The evidence was mounting. "Join us?" I held up the champagne bottle. "Sure!" Heather said. "I'll get glasses." She hurried into their half of the duplex. "Just grab me a beer," he called after her. She came out with a glass for her and a Budweiser for him. I poured and we toasted California. "We were surprised to see the other apartment empty for so long," Heather said. "Did you guys get delayed?" "No, we drove down," I said. "Marie had never seen the California coast, so we came through San Francisco, spent a couple days, worked our way down the Pacific Coast Highway from there." "Ooh. I'd love to see San Francisco, the Bridge is so beautiful!" "It really is. It's the most beautiful city I've ever seen." Marie put her hand on Heather's arm as she spoke. My love had adored the city by the bay. I couldn't wait to show her San Diego. "Too many fags," opined Kelly. He flipped his wrist when he said "fags." Just in case we weren't familiar with the term, I guess. Book him, Dan-O. Moron 1. I reminded myself that we'd be living next to these two all summer and didn't smack him. See how mature I am? We chatted for a while, working our way through the champagne. Heather came across the balcony rail and followed Marie into our place to compare and contrast the decor while Kelly and I stood dividing our time between watching the girls in the apartment and the ones going by on the street. I learned that he sold BMWs at her dad's dealership, that they'd both gone to OU but that he didn't expect her to finish now that they were married, and that he was an avid golfer. He kept looking at my arms. "You're pretty big, man," he said. "What do you bench?" "About two fags. Unless one of them's a bear." I finished my champagne. "Excuse me, Kelly, I'm gonna go bring in our luggage. It's getting to be afternoon, and I've still gotta rip Marie's clothes off before dinner." He laughed, not quite sure what to make of me. I goosed Marie on my way out to the truck, getting a laugh from both girls. They helped with the bags and Heather even stuck around to help unpack, finding homes for our kitchen utensils and hanging up the contents of my garment bag. In no time we were all moved in. "Are you gonna come down to the beach for a while?" Heather asked as Marie arranged her beauty products on the bathroom sink. "I think we'll have to wait until tomorrow for the beach. It's been..." she checked her watch, "almost seven hours since we made love. If I let him out with all those bikinis right now he'll be a public menace, end up carrying two of them home over his shoulders. He was already grunting and beating his chest on the drive through town." It was true, I had been. 'Course, that was mostly Marie's fault, she'd been showing me her hot little body the whole ride, teasing me until I'd just about pulled into a parking lot and jumped her in the truck, broad daylight or not. Heather looked at me in amusement. "Two of them, huh?" she said. "Well, they're small, I wear 'em out. And sometimes I break one." I ducked my head and scuffed my toe. She laughed, and Marie grinned. "If you guys want to have dinner, though..." Marie said. "Do you have a favorite place yet?" "Kelly's playing in a pool tournament in town, it'll go late. I could go, though, if that's okay." "Sure." We made plans to leave six-ish, and Marie walked Heather to the door. They chatted for a minute, so I took off my shirt and walked out to them doing my best gorilla routine- walking with my legs bowed, scratching my head and pawing at my chest. I picked Marie up over my shoulder, which caused both girls to laugh and scream, then as I started toward the bedroom turned back and looked at Heather. I scratched my head a second as though thinking, then put out my arm and started toward her. She screamed and ran, laughing. Marie was still laughing when I tossed her on the bed and dove on top of her, landing on my elbows so as not to crush her. "You big goofball," she said, putting her arms around my neck. "Flirting with a newlywed?" "Was that flirting?" "You know damn well it was. Hubby irritated you so you flirted with the pretty blonde. You, sir, are incorrigible." She was grinning widely and wriggling her hips under me. "You started it. 'No, we can't come out to the beach with you, Ken's gonna fuck the hell out of me all afternoon. Isn't your new husband gonna fuck the hell out of you all afternoon?'" My cock, having been teased all morning, responded quickly to her movements, helped along by her shorts being thin enough that I could feel her sex moving against me. "Does it seem kind of odd to you that he's playing pool all night on his honeymoon?" she asked. "I know they've already been here like a week, but still..." "You might want to think about that before you start inviting her along too much, baby. He told me out on the patio that he's playing thirty-six holes tomorrow. If we're not careful we'll end up adopting that girl." "She's sweet. And she thinks you're cute. It won't hurt anything if she hangs out with us at the beach or tags along to SeaWorld." I put on a thoughtful face. "Well, I guess it can't hurt to have a spare," I said. "She looks strong, she might last a couple days if I break you. Give your bones a chance to knit." She yawned theatrically, the effect of which was somewhat diminished by her still gyrating hips. We grinned at each other, and my hips moved in answer to hers. We kissed for a minute, then she reached down to untie my board shorts. I pushed her hand away and started fondling her strong little body gently, which caused her to laugh and grab my face. "Enough with the teasing, big fella," she said. "I'm a little past that, here. Make with the fucky-fucky." I laughed, sat up, and yanked her shorts off, pulling her legs up into the air with the swiftness of the motion. She screamed and laughed. I sang as I undid my shorts. "Last night I tried to tease her... I gave my love a little pinch... She said now stop that jivin'..." She cut me off, tackling me onto my back, still laughing. Our lovemaking was full of giggles and laughter, tickles and sweet caresses. We dozed lightly for a while, tangled up in each other's embrace, before awakening to a slow, languid reprise. For all the games, for all the incredible fun we have with other people, this is the heart of our relationship. The simple joy of each other. When we were at last satisfied she kissed me and got up, pulling on my t-shirt as she walked out to the patio. I always love to watch her move after we make love. Slow and graceful, like a cat stretching and sauntering across a room after a nap. Pulling on my shorts, I went to the fridge for a couple Pacificos, grabbing a third when I heard Heather's voice. It was after five, I was guessing her husband was already gone. I wandered out to join them and handed them each a beer. "You two look like you should be purring," Heather said with a smile. We enjoyed the late afternoon sun in silence for a few minutes. "Getting hungry?" I asked Heather. "Sure." Marie sent me to the shower first. When I was done I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door for a second, indulging my narcissism. If there was a plus side to work taking me away from Marie that spring it was that I'd used exercise to take my mind off my frustration and was cut up pretty nicely. My cock looked obscene, still dangling long and thick after its exertions. On the whole I looked pretty good, although I could definitely use a tan. I walked out of the bathroom stark naked, both hands raised to dry my hair, the towel hanging over my face. "Hey honey, how should I dress?" I said, my voice raised to carry to the patio. "Do you two want to go somewhere nice, should I get pretty?" "We're in here, dummy!" Marie said with a laugh. I raised the towel and found myself right next to Heather, who was in an overstuffed chair in the living room. She was radar locked on my cock, which was practically touching her arm as it rested on the arm of the chair. Her eyes were wide, a deer-in-the-headlights frozen look on her face, so of course I let her have a good look before I moved. After a second I lowered the towel to cover myself, holding it with one hand so my wedding tackle was the only thing I covered. I held out my other hand apologetically. "Sorry! Sorry, Heather. I thought you were still outside." Laughing, I backed into the bedroom, stopped when the blonde couldn't see me any more and shrugged at Marie. She laughed. "Sorry about that, Heather. That's my man, strong as an ox and almost as smart. Are you okay?" She was amused, but there was a little... not concern, exactly, maybe interest is a better word... in her voice. When Heather answered I could hear why. "Y-yeah. I'm okay. I've just never seen one- I mean... I've never seen a man- it's..." She paused, and when she spoke again she'd gotten a handle on herself. "I've never seen a man other than Kelly naked. I haven't even seen him that well." I pulled on a pair of 501s and went back to the living room. Seeing Heather's reaction to my nudity made me laugh. It also made me feel a little old and jaded, which was silly since she was roughly my age. Kinda turned me on, too. But you probably guessed that, didn't you. "Again, my apologies, Heather. Kinda took you by surprise, there. I guess all the blood wasn't back to my brain yet, it didn't even occur to me that you guys might be in here." I leaned crosslegged on the arm of the sofa, which sat perpendicular to where she sat on the love seat. I was maybe three feet from her. It didn't occur to me that her eyes were on a level with my crotch again until I noticed that she couldn't quite manage to raise them to my face for more than five seconds. She was zoned in on my chest, my stomach, and the outline of my cock in my pants. "No, it's okay. I just got a little flustered." She waved a hand and quickly added, "Because of the surprise. Like you said." Marie was getting drinks in the kitchen, which was behind Heather. She caught my eye and, with a question on her face, pointed at Heather, then at her eyes, then at my crotch, asking "is she staring at your joint?" I nodded and smiled. Heather saw the nod, so I held a hand out toward Marie. "Sure, baby, I'll have a drink. Thanks." Marie brought bottles of beer for the three of us, grinning at me. "My turn in the shower," she said as she moved that way, carrying her beer. "You guys decide on dinner, but somewhere nice. I want to wear something sexy." I sank down onto the couch and took a pull on my beer. "What'cha think, Blondie? Got a favorite place around here?" With my pants below eye level she was able to look at my face. She hadn't been into San Diego since they flew in, so we decided on a restaurant I knew on Harbor Island followed by the penny tour. She was pretty quick getting ready, and we were on our way within the hour. I was still in Levis, but I had on Marie's current favorite shirt, a black silk one with some understated embroidery that she'd gotten me for Christmas. She adores silk, seemingly everything she buys me was spun by worms. I added my best jacket, an almost-black dark green Italian number that was also a favorite of hers. Yes, I'm whipped. Shut up. Marie had on one of her favorite dresses, a short, black satin slipdress that was tremendously sexy on it's own and allowed her to "accidentally" expose herself with ease. She wore very tall heels and understated silver jewelry that was amazing against her olive skin. With her shapely legs, big dark eyes and shining black hair, she was both elegant and stunningly beautiful. Heather was gorgeous, a total bombshell. She'd changed into a silky, cornflower blue top that hugged her curves and a short, tight-fitting white skirt. To me, all girls pale into insignificance next to Marie, but the tall blonde was devastating nonetheless. It was nearly impossible not to stare. My frank "Wow!" and Marie's laughing "Okay, that's not fair! How am I supposed to compete with that?" got us a lovely smile and laughing curtsy. With her heels on she was actually a little taller than me, I made them both laugh by eyeballing her height and changing into my black cowboy boots. "High heels for boys!" Marie said, delighted, pointing and laughing. "I just don't want her to feel self-conscious," I said haughtily, my chin raised. "I'm only thinking of our new friend." "Uh-huh." We were all grinning as we piled into the Bronco and headed across Mission Bay into the city. The restaurant didn't disappoint. Good food and a fantastic view of the westering sun and all the boats and ships on San Diego Bay. Just a great place to start our evening. Our waitress was a sexy mess. Nice body, pretty if somewhat tired and harried-looking face, hole for a nose-ring, red-brown hair worn just on the edge of mussed-up, short black skirt and white shirt a bit rumpled, black vest with only one button done, she looked like she'd just rolled out of bed, probably hung over, to come to work. Marie flirted with her obviously and relentlessly. The poor girl got so flustered she kept having to ask what Heather and I were drinking, even as she was dropping off another glass of wine for Marie. Part of the flirtation was about Heather, who couldn't stop giggling at Marie's increasingly risque compliments and double entendres. Marie kept poking me under the table with a foot to make sure I caught all the action, grinning broadly as she moved from "I'm sorry, I was distracted by your eyes, tell me the specials again?" after we sat down to "Come here, pretty girl, and tell me about this dish" when it was time to order, and so on and so on, all of it meeting smiles and increasingly bold returns, until the girl brought the dessert menu and Marie cracked that she didn't see "Sexy redheaded waitress" listed. The waitress, Laci, grabbed the menu in mock-surprise and said "What?! It's gotta be on there. Here, let me write it in." Amidst much laughter Marie and Heather ordered a dessert to share, one of those chocolate-on-chocolate-with-a-side-of-chocolate things, and I had a piece of pie. Or anyway I tried. Laci brought two of the chocolate things instead, realizing the mistake when she saw my surprised look. "You wanted pie," she said, slumping a bit. "Yeah. But no worries, I like chocolate." "No, no, I'll get it." She grabbed the extra dessert and put it in front of Marie and Heather. "Here, you got one each after all. On the house." "But we can't eat all this," said Marie with a laugh. "You gonna help us out?" "Sure. Scoot over." Much to Marie's delight, she crowded into the booth and took a bite. They laughed and grinned mischievously at each other as they shared a fork. After a couple minutes Marie's foot went nuts kicking me under the table. I wasn't sure why until I saw how wide Laci's eyes were and just how wicked Marie's grin was. "I like a girl who wears stockings instead of hose," Marie said. Laci laughed, I grinned broadly, and Heather looked confused. Laci stuck around long enough to make me wryly reflect that I might just be looking at the two worst waitresses in the world, sitting side-by-side. I never did get my pie, by the time she went back to work I didn't want to make the girls wait. Marie invited the pretty waitress to join us at the beach or show us around town or whatever was clever, giving her one of my cards with our local info written on the back. "Hey," said Heather as we rolled toward downtown. "What was that about stockings?" Marie turned to grin at her. "I didn't need both hands to eat," she said as though that explained it. At Heather's blank look she added, "So my left hand got a little curious about Laci. Turns out those were black stockings, not pantyhose." "You..." Understanding dawned. "Jesus! You were feeling her up?" "Little bit." Marie held her fingers up an inch apart. She shrugged at Heather's wide-eyed look. "I'm in a really, really good mood about spending the whole summer on vacation with my boy. And the better my mood the friskier I am. Which means right now I'm basically a little sex-bomb looking for places to go off." Heather was quiet a second, then laughed. "And here I was glad you sat by me because I was afraid of Ken getting happy hands." Mission Beach Ch. 01 "Well, I figure you're from Oklahoma, I should take it easy," Marie said. She grinned. "Happy hands. I like that. Fair to say any hands getting fresh with you would be pretty happy." We had a fun evening, exploring San Diego from the touristy (Seaport Village) to the popular (the Gaslamp) to the old (Old Town). We danced and shopped and the girls drank (curse you, responsibility), and we all laughed a lot. Marie danced with Heather and held her hand a lot of the time while we walked around, both of which made the blonde look a little nervous, but neither of which she protested. It was closing in on midnight by the time we got home. Kelly was there waiting, and greeted Heather with bad grace. He eventually let himself be mollified when she pointed out that she'd had no idea when he'd be home, and the four of us sat for a while on our respective patios, sipping beer and chatting about the stuff the girls and I had seen. We made plans for the three of us to hit Balboa Park the next day while Goober played golf. Which, again, he accepted with bad grace. Didn't want her going to the beach without him because she'd be around other guys and looking dead sexy in her bikini, didn't want her with him because she'd cramp his style, didn't really want her with us, didn't want her doing anything, basically. Quite a prize she had there. Eventually it began to dawn on me that Heather would talk all night if she had opportunity. Who could blame her, right? All she had to look forward to was a night in Kelly's tender arms. I was about to say goodnight when Marie poked me with one of the feet she'd propped in my lap to be massaged. "Check this out," she said, nodding behind me up the street. I craned my neck and saw a form it took me a split second to recognize. It was Laci, from the restaurant, cleaned up a bit and carrying a small styrofoam container and a bottle of wine. "Hi... Marie?" she said, peering at us on the dark patio. "Hi Laci. This is a pleasant surprise," said Marie, standing up to greet her with a smile. "Yeah. I felt bad that he didn't get his pie." She held up the styrofoam. "And you guys are on my way home. Or you would be, if my home wasn't in La Mesa." Marie laughed delightedly and Laci grinned, more I think at Marie's laugh than at her own joke. "And I brought this champagne from the restaurant. It was about to go bad. You can have it as an apology... or we could share it?" The question was almost shy, and came with a big smile. "Gorilla?" Marie said to me. "Help her over the rail, she's in a skirt." With a smile, I stepped over the patio rail and lifted the grinning Laci. At Marie's nod, I carried her directly into the house. "Bye, Heather, see you in the morning," Marie said behind me. "I'll leave the connecting door unlocked, you're both welcome to join us for breakfast. Nine-ish? Goodnight... Kelly." Took her a second to remember his name. "'About to go bad,'" Marie said as she followed us inside. "I'll have to remember that one, that's great." "Well, it's been sitting around since nineteen-seventy-nine," Laci said, all wide-eyed innocence. "We can't serve that to customers, can we? It could be spoiled. Mr. Perignon would never approve." They wandered around looking at the apartment as they sipped the champagne. We all got a few laughs out of Marie discovering things about the place as she showed it to Laci. "Oh, hey, there's a skylight in the bathroom!" "Look, we've got a dishwasher!" Etc. A couple things were quickly apparent. One was that Laci was much more into Marie than she was into me. She obviously liked me, she'd enjoyed the ride into the house and touched my shoulders tenderly as she complimented my strength, but it was Marie she'd come to see. And two, corollary to one, was that she didn't know my name. Marie picked up on the second point, too, and was careful not to say it. It was all baby and honey and the boy and gorilla. "What's up with the blonde girl?" asked Laci at one point. "I kind of thought the three of you were together." "They're newlyweds," explained Marie. "Hubby seems to be kind of an ass, so she was hanging out with us." "So you're not gonna..." "We'll see." Marie grinned. "Normally we don't mess around with infidelity, but it's a long summer. And like I said, he seems to be an ass. Plus, the girl is hot. We'll see." Laci laughed. "I had a feeling you guys were wild," she said. Eventually they settled on the couch, sitting close together with Laci's arm around the smaller Marie. They spoke too quietly for me to hear for a moment, then Marie grinned and ran a finger along Laci's jawline. "Guess," she said. Laci breathed a little laugh. "I'm afraid I'll accidentally offend you," Laci said. "Right after you told me how pretty my eyes are? No chance." "Okay... you're not Mexican, I don't think. Maybe Colombian? But I don't hear any Spanish accent. If you're from further south, Brazil or Argentina or something, I'll never get it." "Maybe you can tell by taste," Marie said with a smile. Laci laughed again and after a bare second's hesitation leaned over and kissed Marie. The kiss lingered, not real intense but definitely not platonic. Finally Laci pulled back, grinning. "Nice," she said, almost too quietly for me to hear. "Um, you taste French." She held up her champagne glass to show why. Marie laughed. "That's half right, actually. Well, half of half right, I guess." "That's why I can't get it. You're mixed. French and..." She smiled again. "Maybe I need another taste." Marie gave a little laugh and climbed up astride Laci's lap. They smiled at each other, then Marie leaned in for a soft kiss that quickly turned very deep and very intense. By the time they separated Marie's hands were in Laci's hair, holding her head, and her body was moving in response to Laci's hands sliding over her back and sides. "I've never kissed anyone with a tongue ring before," said Laci, a little short of breath. "Neither have I," said Marie. "I need to beat the boy for not telling me how awesome it is." "I was afraid they were gonna get caught." "Me, too." Marie's voice turned warm and she ran a hand down Laci's neck to her collar. "We'll have to be careful kissing other places." "Like where?" Laci's grin was mischievous. "Like your pretty ears," Marie said, her voice barely a breath. She leaned in and spent a few minutes kissing and lightly licking Laci's ear and neck, drawing sighs and then some moans from the redhead. "That was so nice," Laci said softly when she finally pulled back. "I'll say," said Marie. "I'm looking forward to kissing this one." Her hand slid between them to Laci's belly. "I'm surprised you don't have one there," said Laci, her hand moving in approximation of Marie's. "Usually girls who do their tongues and... is that two in each ear? Do their belly buttons, too." "I might do it sometime. But that's not all I've got. I'll bet I have more than you." "You're on. What's the bet?" "Whoever has the fewest piercings..." Her fingers walked along the bare skin at Laci's open collar and she grinned. "Goes down first." Laci's eyes widened and she laughed. After a second she pulled Marie in for another very long, very hot kiss. "I gather we have a bet," Marie said after a time. "Uh huh. Don't even care if I win," Laci said with just a huge grin. "Me either." Marie returned the grin. "You first. Show me and I'll count." Laci slowly unbuttoned her shirt and worked her arms out of it without moving Marie. Under it she was wearing a white scalloped bra that showed a lot of her very full breasts. Her body was tan and lightly freckled, her belly flat, the silver ring in her navel contrasting prettily with her tan. Marie leaned in and kissed each piercing as she counted, lingering on the twin piercings in each of Laci's ears and on her tongue stud and lightly kissing her nose before slowly sliding down to reach her belly button ring. She spent so much time and took such a meandering course to the navel ring that Laci was going nuts by the time she got there, her hands in Marie's hair and her breath coming in hot sighs as she watched my baby work on her. "Seven," Marie said when she finally came back up to kiss Laci's lips some more. "I counted seven. Did I miss any?" "I don't think so, but maybe you should count again." "Okay," Marie said brightly and moved back in on an ear. Laci laughed. "Wait, wait," she said. "If you count 'em again and I lose I may explode. My turn." "'Kay." Laci worked her way around Marie's ears at some length, Marie moaning and encouraging her with sweet words all the while, and they kissed again, their hands roaming more this time. When one of Laci's hands reached one of Marie's breasts she stopped and pulled back a bit from the kiss, grinning again. "And here I was about to say five and tell you to get busy. Both of them?" "Unzip me and see for yourself," said Marie, returning the smile. Laci reached around for the zipper and Marie pulled the dress up over her head, tossing it to me with a grin and a wink. "God, those are sexy," Laci said, gently touching Marie's breasts. Her fingers found the piercings in Marie's nipples and Marie's hands slid into her hair, grasping almost unconsciously. "You like that," Laci said, looking into Marie's eyes with an expression I can only call lustful. "I love it. I swear they're wired directly to the one you haven't found yet. Sometimes I can cum just from Ken kissing me and playing with them." "There's one I haven't found yet?" She looked down at Marie's lap. It's not like there were many options left. "Uh huh," Marie said. "So you better keep counting." Laci grinned again and started kissing her way down Marie's neck. She spent a lot of time on each breast and especially each nipple, obviously loving the intense reaction she got from Marie with every touch of her tongue and lips. "I can't believe how hot this is getting me," Laci said. "I think I could get off just playing with your body all night. I can feel you tremble every time I touch you." Marie grinned at her, still writhing a bit, her hands back in Laci's hair. "Give me your hand," she said. She took Laci's hand and guided it down her body to cup her pussy. Laci laughed and bit her lip. "Now kiss my nipples like you were," Marie said. "And bite them a little, pull on them." She gasped as Laci did, her hips moving a little. Laci's eyes widened. "You weren't kidding," she said, her voice a whisper. "Uh huh." Marie caressed Lacie's head and kissed her. "I'm pretty close right now, pretty baby." "Oh, I have got to get a pair of these." Laci kissed Marie again, then spent the next few minutes alternating between scorchingly hot kisses and increasingly confident play with Marie's body. Her hand stayed between Marie's legs, rubbing steadily faster and harder, and it wasn't more than ten minutes before Marie's back arched and she cried out, once again grabbing a double handful of Laci's hair. Laci laughed delightedly after Marie's orgasm passed, but if I'd expected a pause I'd have been wrong. She turned, laying Marie down on the couch with her head toward where I sat on the chair, and almost tore Marie's thong as she pulled it off. Marie laughed and grabbed Laci's head as the pretty redhead started kissing her belly. Marie was very charged up, she was at that stage of arousal where her entire body becomes an erogenous zone. She writhed as Laci moved across her belly and moaned as she reached the hollows of her hips. Laci didn't spend a lot of time teasing her, her right hand came up as she kissed around her lower belly and I could tell the instant her fingers reached Marie's sex. Marie gasped and her back arched, then she laughed. "God, that's so good," she said, her hips moving in time with Laci's ministrations. Wanna know how well I know my lover's body? I could tell by Marie's reactions that Laci had at least one finger inside her and was rubbing her vulva, not her clit, with her thumb. How's that for a specific level of awareness? Laci looked at Marie's pussy for a long moment, her gaze wandering up the writhing body to Marie's face a couple times, before grinning at me and moving her mouth down to Marie's clit. The grin was almost amazed, like she was saying, "I can't believe this girl!" It only took Marie about ten minutes to get there. Wouldn't even have taken that long, but Laci spent some time flicking the bar in Marie's clitoral hood and watching her squirm. Marie writhed and bucked and came hard, grabbing Laci's hair and pulling her face in tight. I got a big charge out of Laci teasing Marie with some playful licks and kisses after her orgasm. Marie, like most girls, is very sensitive right after she comes, her instinct is to close her legs or push you away if you touch her, but in exploring her love of being submissive during sex she'd learned to just relax and let me play, no matter how intense the feelings. "You gonna push me away when I just gave you that big orgasm, pretty girl? Gonna push me away from my own pussy? Open your legs, baby. You know your man will make you feel good. There you go. This is mine, right? I think you should ask me to play with it some more. Ask me nice, now." Marie's head was back and her eyes were closed as she came down. There was a notepad and pen by the phone on the table by me, with a grin I grabbed it and quickly wrote, in big letters: Québécoi & Lakota Laci grinned when I held it up. She kissed her way up Marie's body to her face and lay for a couple minutes kissing her tenderly, Marie's hands slowly drifting over her back and sides. Finally Marie's eyes opened and she was back with us. "That was awesome," she said. "That's a good move, what you do with your hand." She craned her neck to look at me. "She does like this," she said and made a gesture with her thumb and first two fingers like when you indicate that someone's got money. "With her thumb on my vulva and her fingers on my G-spot. It rocks." "I'll have to try it." "I see how you are, giving away my moves," teased Laci. She kissed Marie again and grinned at her. "I figured it out." "What's that, baby?" "You're French-Canadian and Indian. Lakota, I think. I think it was the Canadian taste that was throwing me. All sweet and maple-y." Marie's eyes widened. It only took her a second, of course, but it was still funny. When she pointed at me and laughed I showed her the note. "You think that's funny?" she said, laughing and tickling Laci. "Here I am at the height of ecstasy and you're playing around?" She started kissing Laci and the tickles quickly turned to caresses. Laci was very turned on, and it wasn't long before Marie was kissing her neck and shoulders and she was giving delighted little moans. Marie pinched open her bra, and Laci bit her lip and looked down at Marie almost shyly, watching her reaction, as she let it fall. "Wow," laughed Marie. "Damn, Laci, I think I just turned into a twelve-year-old boy. Those are spectacular." She touched them, gently and then more firmly. Laci lifted up a bit to offer them to Marie's mouth, which made all three of us grin. They really were spectacular, large and perfectly shaped, her pink nipples very swollen. I've been lucky enough to see a lot of young, beautiful breasts, but Laci's were something else. Her whole body, for that matter. Beautiful ass, flat stomach, long, sexy legs. Just awesome. The girls' passion rose, Laci grinning as she moved around over Marie, choosing where Marie kissed, until she finally teased her by lowering down for a kiss only to pull away at the last second. Marie laughed. "That's it," she said. She grabbed Laci and rolled them right off the couch onto the floor. I got an assist that neither girl noticed; the table was closer to the couch than ours at home, they'd have hit it as they fell, but I quickly hooked it with a foot and slid it away just in time. I grinned to myself. Readiness is all. Marie surprised Laci with the intensity of her affections. She kissed her mouth, hard and deep, then her neck and shoulders, then her chest, then her breasts, flicking her tongue across Laci's very erect nipples and earning shuddering cries when she nipped them playfully. Laci was all over the floor, squirming and grabbing whatever came to hand and letting out a steady stream of quiet "ohmygod" cries, by the time Marie moved down from her navel ring to pull off her panties and started peppering her thighs with kisses and licks. Laci was an incredibly sexy sight. Marie shoved her skirt up around her waist and belly as she moved in on the prize, and with her black stockings still on and her legs spread wide, one of them up on the couch, she was one of the most erotic sights I've ever seen. Her left arm found my leg and grabbed hold as Marie's tongue finally found her clit, and I think she had a little orgasm right then. Marie pulled her head back a little to watch Laci's face as she penetrated her with first one finger, then two. Laci looked down at her and moaned, and whatever she saw made Marie smile. She lowered her head back down and started licking and sucking in earnest. Watching Marie fool around with a girl always reminds me that they aren't as delicate as I sometimes think. She gradually worked up in energy until she was just fucking the hell out of Laci's pussy with three fingers, her mouth clamped onto her clit to keep it there as Laci squirmed in pleasure. When her orgasm came it was intense and long, her left hand gripping my pant leg hard and her right holding a handful of Marie's hair. She screamed, first Marie's name and then just inarticulate ecstasy. Finally she rocked over on her side almost spasmodically, closing her legs on Marie's head and pulling it back by the handful of hair. Marie grinned at me as she crawled up to kiss Laci. "Poorly trained," she whispered with a wink. I laughed quietly. They laid together for a while, kissing and touching. It took Laci a few minutes to come down from her high. Finally she grinned at Marie. "Oh my god, that was good. You don't know how much I needed that." "Been a while?" "Too long. My boyfriend and I are fighting, it's been... I don't even know. I've been so antsy I can't even sleep. Sometimes you just need someone to rock your body so you can relax, you know?" "Yeah," Marie said. She kissed Laci and grinned. "You think you're relaxed now, just wait until the boy's done with you." "There's a boy here?" Laci said with a laugh. She looked up at me and grinned. "Oh, yeah. Hi, boy." "Hi, there. Don't listen to Marie, you don't have to play with me if you'd rather just play with her. Believe me, I understand." "Shut up, boy," said Marie. She looked at Laci. "I swear, when you want 'em to chill they're octopuses and when you want 'em aggressive they're all sensitive." Laci and I laughed. Marie was right under me as she laid face-to-face with Laci. I reached down, grabbed a big handful of her hair and drew her up to kiss me, grinning at her delighted little smile. She tasted of their sex, and she was very, very turned on. "That's better," she said. "But you forgot one." Laci laughed as I reached for her and scrambled up to her knees so I wouldn't pull her hair. Her kiss was very gentle, and stayed that way as it gained intensity, her lips very soft and touching lightly even as her tongue found mine. Marie grinned at me when we pulled back. "Isn't that a cool kiss?" she said. "She's so sweet and soft, even when she's hot. You're really an awesome kisser, Laci." "Thank you," Laci said, a little embarrassed. Marie verified her position for a few minutes, kissing Laci passionately as they leaned on my knees. I think I'd rather watch girls kiss than just about anything, which of course Marie knew. Finally she smiled at me. Mission Beach Ch. 01 "Stand up, big boy. You too, Laci. Undress him." We stood and kissed for a long few minutes, Laci first sliding off my jacket, then unbuttoning my shirt. She sighed and pulled back far enough to look at me as she ran her hands over my chest. "God," she whispered. "You're as sexy as she is." "That's not possible," I said, kissing her. Another moment passed before she pulled back. "Okay," she said, reaching down to touch the still-kneeling Marie's smiling face. "But close." We kissed some more, our hands exploring. Her body felt every bit as amazing as it looked. I love that strong yet soft feel of a healthy woman's body, there are few things as much fun as exploring a new female lover. Somewhere in the middle of our touching Marie went to work on my pants. Laci felt it and grinned down at her. "I know," she said. "I'm reminding myself that he hasn't had any foreplay, I just want to tear his clothes off and jump him." "I'm a boy, baby," I said with a laugh. "I don't need foreplay. Besides, I just watched two incredibly beautiful girls make love, I'm more than rarin' to go." "Oh, good," she said with a grin and pushed my pants down. We both laughed. "Sit down, boy," said Marie. Laci grinned again and pushed me back onto the chair. Boots, socks, and jeans flew across the room and in short order I was naked. Marie grinned at Laci. "There's a lot they fuck up in porn," she said. "But you know what they do that's, like, every boy's fantasy?" "This whole night?" said Laci. "Well, yeah. But right now I mean two girls kissing his stuff at the same time." Laci grinned up at me. "Well, he's certainly got enough stuff for it. That thing's got a zip code." They had fun doing me together. It was a huge turn-on for me that they were so into each other that I was like a prop. Don't get me wrong, it was about what I was feeling, but in a "tee hee hee, see what we're doing to him?" kind of way as opposed to an "oh, yeah, big daddy, you're the king, we're worshiping you" kind of way. Not that the other wouldn't be fun, too. They ran their tongue piercings up the sides at the same time, licked and sucked my balls, alternated sucking on the head and kissing each other, just generally put on a hell of a show. It was incredible. I was so hard it felt like I was going to split at the seams. Marie finally laughed. "Damn, baby," she said. "This thing feels like a pipe. And it's hot." "I am just unbelievably turned on right now," I said. She grinned at me. "New game," she said to Laci. "Show me how far down you can go on it. Whoever goes further picks what happens next." Total cheating. "Okay," laughed Laci. She spent a couple minutes sucking me deep. Did a pretty impressive job, too, she was very, very enthusiastic. I moaned and laughed as she worked. "This needs to be a short game, or whatever happens next is going to be just the two of you while I take a nap," I said with another laugh. Marie laughed, too. "Don't believe him. He's like the Energizer Bunny. Okay, my turn." My baby gives the best head. She loves it, she's been known to just masturbate while giving me head as the entirety of a sexual encounter, and sometimes when she's alone she gets herself off with her fingers while sucking on her dildo. She went down a few times, bumping me into the back of her throat, which for whatever reason is how she gets ready to deep throat. It's a weird feeling, I can feel the thick spit building up back there as she does it, then, when it feels right to her, down she goes. This time she paused, looking at Laci, then slowly pressed down until her chin reached my balls. It's an awesome feeling, I could feel her throat muscles squeezing my head and her tongue moving against the sensitive underside of my cock. I still don't get how she does it. My cock curves upward. Not a lot, but enough that it seems like she should only be able to do that from upside down, from a sixty-nine. "Oh, my god," said Laci. "How can you? You look like a snake eating!" That made Marie choke as she tried to laugh. She pulled off, coughing and laughing. "Alright," she said. "Just for that, you're learning the trick. To the bedroom, snake-chow." We moved to the bed, laughing and teasing. Laci finally lost her skirt, but at my behest left the stockings on. They teased me about it until I told Laci about Marie more than once having me keep my leather work belt on, complete with dangling hammer, and my gloves and boots. Marie grinned at the story. "It's true," she said. "I'd have made him keep his Levis on, too, except he wouldn't have been able to fuck hard enough. I keep a pair of leather gloves just for him to wear to bed sometimes. They're nice and soft, but still all macho." "I think I'd like that game," said Laci. She shrugged. "Sure, I'll keep 'em on. I put 'em on for you guys, after all." "You were wearing 'em at work," I said as we laid down. "Not those, she wasn't," said Marie. "Different skirt, different shirt, and different shoes, too. She went home and changed." "And showered, and shaved my legs." Both girls laughed, almost giggles. They took each other's hands and kissed, settling in on opposite sides of me. My confusion must have shown. "If you guys said no," Laci explained, "hopefully you wouldn't have gotten close enough to notice the different clothes. But if you said yes, I'd be all nice and pretty. And Marie could see me in my fuck-me shoes." She held up a still-shod foot, to approving noises from Marie. I swear to you, the more I'm around girls, the less I understand them. Men are from Mars, women are from Alpha Centauri. "Come on, sexy," Marie said. "Turn around and sixty-nine my boy. You lost again, you're learning how to eat like a snake." Once again they had a lot of fun, and once again I was mostly a prop, albeit a prop that contributed an orgasm to the fun this time. Laci came as I ate her with my cock in her mouth not too long after they started. Not too long being relative, they played with me for a long time. Laci did manage to get me down her throat. Marie coached her in forming a cavity at the back of her throat and pushing just until it was uncomfortable and taking it slow to get used to it. And then just put her hands on Laci's head and pushed, cracking us all up. Once she had the hang of it Laci got turned on, sucking me deep repeatedly at enough length to be gasping for air when she came up. The sensations were overwhelming. Marie would suck me while Laci breathed and lick my balls and thighs while the redhead went deep. I licked with more intensity as they got serious, and Laci had another orgasm with me pressed deep in her throat, moaning around me, her hands clutching at my thighs. I laughed when they both stopped working on me after she came, giggling and kissing and talking about what they'd been doing. "Alright," I said, still laughing. "That's it. Papi needs to cum, somebody's getting fucked." They both laughed as I sat up and flipped Laci onto her back. Marie pointed at her, so I grabbed a condom out of the nightstand and quickly rolled it on. I leaned down to kiss her as we started, but the tenderness lasted about four seconds. As soon as she'd guided me inside her I lifted up a little and started fucking with energy. I wasn't kidding when I'd told them I needed to cum, I was seriously turned on. The only reason I was able to last long enough to give her a good time was that I was overstimulated, like when you come too close to orgasm to back off, but back off anyway. Marie leaned in to kiss Laci and caress her body, and she came hard, her legs around my waist, maybe ten minutes into it. I didn't last long after that. Embarrassing, really, although Laci didn't know any better. We laid in a heap, breathing hard and whispering about how hot we found each other. After a few minutes I grinned at Laci. "Wanna show me what Marie liked so much when you went down?" I asked. "Sure," she said, returning the grin. Marie laughed and kissed us both and we shifted so Laci and I could lay together between her legs. We made my baby scream. I'm not sure how long we were down there. Well over half an hour, certainly, maybe as much as an hour. Laci used her mouth and hand, then I did, then we played for a while, teasing her, touching her together and trying to lick her together and just generally driving her nuts. There were pinches and tickles and giggles and love-nips on her thighs, and then the intensity climbed again. The grand finale involved two of Laci's fingers and two of mine, with my thumb providing some stimulation a little further south. Marie didn't know what to do with herself. For a while she alternated grabbing our hair and talking to us with laying her head back and moaning, but after a time she was just somewhere else. Her back arched, her hips gyrated, she cried out when she came and when one of us did something especially stimulating, she kicked our backs with her heels, and she reached that place where it's hard to tell one orgasm from the next. I've asked her after she's been in that state whether it's one long orgasm or a series, but she has no clue. Generally she kind of dreamily says, "I don't know... how long was I like that? It was paradise." Finally her energy ebbed and one of her hands drifted down to stop us, gently touching because she had no strength to actually push us away. I kissed Laci, our fingers still inside Marie. "That's all she can take," I whispered with a big grin. "We tilted her out." She laughed and we extracted our hands, still kissing. "Hey," she said. "Where was your thumb?" "Where do you think? Not a lot of options in this area." I grinned at her surprised look. "Hey, obviously she liked it. Come on, we should be holding her when she comes around." We crawled up to sandwich Marie, kissing her and caressing her as she came back to awareness. When her eyes were finally focused she gave a bright laugh and kissed each of us for a while. Marie and I laughed again a few minutes later when Laci crawled half on top of us to reach for another condom from the drawer. She held it up and looked a question at Marie. "Sure," Marie said, smiling. "Help yourself." They reached down together to bring me back to erection with their hands. Not that I needed much help. More *sproing* than slow inflation. When I was ready Laci rolled the condom on and climbed over Marie to mount me, and I had to grin when I realized that I was inside her before her eyes ever left Marie's face. Definitely more into my girl. Which fact defined this round of sex. We fucked for a long time and in several positions, but always with the girls' attention on each other. Marie sat up to kiss and caress Laci as she rode me, then lay face-to-face with her, Laci straddling her thigh, as we did it doggy-style. That was definitely Laci's favorite, she loved laying in Marie's arms as she got fucked. I had to be gentle so I didn't break their lip-lock as I thrust. She came repeatedly, and with so much passion that at one point her eyes were watering. Marie kissed the tears off her cheeks with a smile. I was less gentle when I turned her on her back. A man can only take so much, after all, and the position changes were being defined by Marie not wanting me to finish. She kept stopping me when she knew I was close. Now, at last, I took Laci's attention. I picked up the pace and the force until I was banging her head into the headboard, her legs waving in the air on either side of my thighs. She screamed her passion, grabbing my neck hard, nails clutching, and moaned with eagerness when Marie leaned down to kiss her again. Her not knowing my name prolonged the sex a few minutes and made all of us laugh... at one point I moaned her name, just "Oh, Laci, it's so good" or something like that, and she started to respond. "Oh, God, you're incredible..." Her ecstasy kept her from thinking clearly enough to cover, the brain-freeze as she tried to come up with my name was obvious. "...Papi." I tried to fight the laugh and said her name again. Marie's head was turned toward her, now Laci's eyes flicked to Marie's face for a second and Marie obviously mouthed my name. "Oh, Kent," Laci sighed. Now I couldn't stop the laugh. "Kevin! Ken! Ken!" All three of us laughed, Laci blushing and covering her face. She had some fun with it the rest of the night, calling me random names or turning to Marie and asking "What was his name, again?" We wore each other out, the sex never finding it's way into the awkward zone threesomes sometimes take on. Laci was willing enough to go with the flow to quickly pick up on how we let the action move from one person to the next, which is in our experience how such things work best. Outside porn, that is. Everybody likes to be the center of attention, and if you let that happen in turn as opposed to trying for some "I saw it on screen once" three-way simultaneous orgasm, a threesome can be everything it's imagined to be, and for everyone involved. Marie went back and forth between kissing Laci and I for a while, gently touching and whispering sweet nothings, and when we had our energy back Laci and I focused on her for another while. After some teasing foreplay, mostly from Laci, the two of them brought me back to life and Marie and I spent some time slowly making love, Laci touching and kissing Marie the way Marie had done to her. After a while Laci grinned. "Oh, sure," she said. "You get tender and sweet. I got my hips knocked loose. Seriously, Keith, that's the first time my back has ever cracked during sex." Marie laughed at that. "Yeah, come on, baby," she said with a wink. "I know you've got one more good round in you." Turned out I did. We went at it hard and fast, winding up with me behind her as she lay facing Laci, the girls touching and kissing. I brushed her sweaty hair back and kissed her shoulder as she came the last time, very intense, and she finally reached back to touch my face, her hand just kind of aimlessly groping, signaling that she'd had enough. I smiled at Laci, kissed Marie again, and flopped down onto my back. "I thought we were supposed to hold her when we tilt her out," teased Laci. "We are," I said. "You do it. I can't move." Marie chuckled softly and sighed happily at Laci's caresses and gentle kisses for a while, then the girls teamed up to finish me off orally. Once again it was fun to watch their conspiratorial smiles and whispers. I was just the boy they were playing with, their attention was on each other. They grinned and laughed at my sighs, found as many ways as they could to make me moan and squirm, and laughed as much at as with me when I groaned and asked them to finish me. It was very, very late by the time we finally got to sleep, and all three of us were very mellow and very happy. Everyone got some giggles out of the kissing and touching as we settled in, the girls playfully going back and forth between each other and me, acting like they kept forgetting I was there and 'accidentally' smothering me with their hair. I laid awake for a short time after they were out, enjoying their bodies on either side of me, and when I at last drifted off it was in that delightful way where the difference between asleep and awake becomes indistinct, awareness slowly fades, and the warmth of sleep just gradually overwhelms you.