A Model Garden – The Island

Literotic asexstories – A Model Garden – The Island by TarnishedPenny,TarnishedPenny
A bespoke story and a stand-alone tale, but following the others in the series. It is unnecessary to have read those, but the following might be useful. Tyson, a young bodybuilder and aspiring poet, was posing as a model for a sketching class run one summer by Gale, a fine arts professor. She and her three students, Tammy, Quinn and Heather, became entranced by him and an open, lusty relationship quickly developed involving all five of them. In the end though, it was Tammy to whom Tyson was most drawn and, for the purposes of this tale, it is Tammy who has won his heart.This is also my entry for the 2024 Nude Day event. Please enjoy.

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Tammy

Step back a bit…

I’d always gotten along well with Olivia, my mother-in-law. She’d been a rock to cling to when our Charlie had died in a climbing accident.

I hadn’t tried to keep it from her that I’d rented the empty basement apartment in my house to a young student. After meeting Tyson, Olivia had been impressed with how well he got along with Danny and Ariel, my children. His kind, gentle nature had won their trust almost from the first. That he seemed to openly enjoy taking them — us, I mean — to the zoo, to the science centre, to the fall fair, well, Olivia had noticed that, too.

I hadn’t shared the full scope of our relationship, of course.

It turned out that I needn’t have been so cautious.

“You like him, don’t you?”

Coming out of the blue, her question had caught me by surprise. I turned to her and saw only an open, friendly expression.

There seemed to be no point in denying that much at least.

“Mmm-hmm.”

The words came easily, but I was surprised I wasn’t blushing.

“And, I think, a bit more than that, Tammy?”

Now I blushed, started to stammer out something, but she pulled me into her arms, clung to me so neither of us could look at each other as she spoke.

“It’s okay, Tammy. You and Charlie were a good couple, good parents and I was happy for you both. But…”

“But?” I whispered.

“I loved my son. And I love you, too, daughter mine. But…”

“But?”

“I’ve often thought that men have it easier; they can afford to be romantic, going off on quests and fighting dragons, but we women have to be realistic about life.”

I listened silently, wondering now. This certainly did not sound like a reproach.

“And the reality is that Charlie’s gone, Tammy. I miss him and you miss him, but all our tears won’t bring him back.”

On cue, I felt a tear in one eye, sniffed slightly.

“No,” I whispered.

“God made us male and female for a purpose, hon. We do best in pairs.”

Suddenly, she pushed away from me, her arms around my biceps, staring me in the face. There were tears in her eyes, too.

“Tammy, I was delighted when you two got married, but that’s done. You’re a healthy young woman in the prime of her life. You need a man in your life and those kids need a daddy.”

I blinked as she continued.

“I think we know what I’m talking about, don’t we?”

That was Olivia – warm, generous, kind and compassionate. And pragmatic as a sledge hammer.

When I didn’t speak, she continued.

“I’ve dropped by once or twice, dear, the odd time I was in the neighbourhood. Your neighbour – Gale, isn’t it? – was babysitting. She was pretty close-lipped about where you were.”

Gale hadn’t mentioned that to me.

“And I when I called two nights ago, Tyson answered your phone.”

My blush turned scarlet.

Olivia’s eyebrows went up, but her expression was still friendly.

“I don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes, my girl. I can put two and two together.”

I just looked at her.

“I like Tyson, Tammy. He’s stunning and he treats you super well and the kids like him and…” she paused for a second, “not that you need it, but you’ve got my blessing.”

My tears started for real now and her mom-friendly hug was precisely what I’d had been needing. As a bonus, I realized that I wouldn’t have to feel sneaky about hiding things from Olivia anymore.

So, when the long-contested final settlement from Charlie’s insurance was grudgingly released, Olivia insisted on taking Ariel and Danny for a while.

“Have fun,” she said. “You two deserve it.”

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Day One

Tyson

There were two things I liked about the ship. OK, three, if you count the very comfortable bed in our stateroom.

The kitchens worked 24/7 and, while much of the fare catered to popular tastes – sugar, salt, deep-frying and so forth – they’d had other options, some good enough that I’d allowed myself to temporarily drop my normal protein supplements.

Equally important was that the boat had a surprisingly good gym. I’d been worried about letting myself go, but Tammy had done her research before booking our passage.

Most gym-goers have a preferred workout time. Back home, I generally hit the weights first thing in the morning and sticking to that seemed a good plan. Most of the passengers were, I suspected, still in bed when I walked through the door the first time.

A figure on the treadmill caught my attention the moment I entered. A few years older than me, she was almost as tall as Tammy, with dark hair maybe six inches below her shoulders and runner’s legs, very long and very trim. Her quite delicious figure was highlighted by an attention-grabbing two-piece pale blue yoga set that covered the essentials while concealing very little.

We didn’t speak, just gave each other the usual nodded we’re-better-than-the-flabby-masses  gym acknowledgement. She ran, I moved metal.

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Helen

Of course I noticed.

Compared to the white-haired, crêpe-skinned passenger norm, he was outstanding – tall, totally good-looking and, well, ‘muscular’ wouldn’t begin to come close. I’d never fancied serious bodybuilders before, finding them almost grotesque distortions of what people should look like.

But this lad was neither grotesque nor distorted. Rather, he was textbook gorgeous, masculine beauty perfectly presented, with every muscle clearly defined.

He had expressive, soft brown eyes, a strong chin and well-trimmed dark hair. He was clean-shaven; it took me a minute to notice that he seemed to have no visible body hair and I wondered if that was a bodybuilder thing.

Everyone knows that silly trope about men walking into things when their eyes are caught by the sight of a beautiful woman. As I watched, he pulled off his t-shirt and I suddenly understood how it could happen. With his broad shoulders, major arms, narrow waist and tree-trunk thighs, I realized that it was a good thing for me there were no lampposts in the gym.

I found myself wondering what those solid chest muscles would feel like under my fingertips and felt my tummy tighten.

This wasn’t me!   I’d come on the cruise to get away  from a man and, just a day later, here I was, shamelessly drooling over the first bit of beefcake to wander by.

As I watched, he put down one set of weights and picked up another, his long fingers gripping knurled shiny steel. I was suddenly struck by how well his nails were trimmed. Why I focused on something so trivial, I’m not sure, but I soon found myself wondering what it would feel like to have those hands on me. Would he be gentle under all that strength? I shivered, felt a soft pulse in my ears.

Wiping perspiration from his face with a gym towel, he started to look my way and I turned away rapidly, trying to hide the flush on my cheeks. I hadn’t felt this clueless since I was maybe 14 years old; I hoped he couldn’t hear my heart beating.

I sped up my pace on the treadmill, kept my eyes on the display for a minute. I was aware of how my breasts were shifting with each step and wondered if he’d noticed, too. I realized to my embarrassment that I couldn’t decide if that would please me or not.

When I looked up again, he’d turned away and, a big kettle-bell in each hand, had started a series of squats. I found the play in the muscles in his flank, back and legs mesmerizing.

I prolonged my usual run for a couple of minutes, then a couple more. I was still running when, getting to his feet, he used a towel to wipe down the equipment he’d been working with. He pulled on his shirt, smiled briefly as he passed me on the way to the door before leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Bad thoughts!

No, actually, I thought, they were pretty good  thoughts.

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Day Two

Tammy

I’d brought my sketching supplies on the cruise. Tyson’s posing had brought us together, after all, and I’d promised Gale I’d stay in practice.

I’d done sketches of him in various places around the liner, but I’d only been able to draw him properly – nude – on our balcony and that didn’t offer much variation. I was looking forward to our next stop.

Then I thought of the gym, where he’d be dressed in a pair of shorts and, maybe, a pair of earbuds. He’d also be moving instead of just sitting or standing still, which would provide more of a challenge for me. It wouldn’t be utterly bare Tyson in Gale’s sunlit back yard, but it would beat him leaning against a lifeboat dressed in shirt and shorts.

I caught the gym door, let it close softly; I was pretty sure he’d not heard me come in. I stood there, silently watching him.

About six inches taller than my five foot ten, he carried his 225 pounds very, very well.

His shaved body was coated in a heavy layer of perspiration and I felt my heart speed up in anticipation of a shared shower later.

I walked up to say hello, but Tyson was a machine when he was in the gym and nothing short of the Second Coming would interrupt his sets; he merely smiled in acknowledgement. I blew him a kiss, pulled up a chair and dug out my charcoal.

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Helen

They knew each other, that was clear. I wasn’t surprised by her familiarity; a man that handsome deserved somebody as appealing as she was. No, not red-carpet, high-fashion-model pretty, hold the reality and two sides of makeup, please. Rather, while she was very cute, her best feature was her confident, wholesome air.

Well, that’s what I thought until she smiled and I suddenly became jealous.

I walked past her on my way out. Her charcoal sketch was, to my amateur eyes, compelling. More than just a cold, draftsmanlike image of the man, her minimalist picture had captured what seemed to me to be his very essence – rugged, powerful, taut masculinity.

“That’s really good,” I said without slowing down.

She turned her head and smiled, then I was out of the room.

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Day Five

Tyson

“Nice dress.”

Tammy’s voice was soft, almost too soft. Surprised, I followed her eyes, saw who she was watching and immediately pulled up a Vegas-level poker face. No man in his right mind comments favourably on another woman in the presence of his wife or girlfriend, not even to agree with her. Um, perhaps especially  to agree with her.

It was, though. Nice, I mean.

The dark silk of the ankle-length backless gown flowed from her shoulders to her ankles like morning fog drifting down a hillside — weightless, almost liquid, clinging to but hardly obscuring her figure. A triple row of pearls circled her neck above the plunging neckline.

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Tammy

I don’t often get jealous. I’d learned to deal with that when Gale brought Tyson into my world a year ago, a treasure to be shared with her and two other equally attractive women. I soon learned that a quarter share of Tyson was more than a full share of most normal men and the clear dividends had made sharing much easier.

So, No to jealousy, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t, um, notice.

Okay, I was noticing  her quite intently as she made her way through the First-Class dining lounge. The room’s collective eyes shifted with her, men and women following her progress.

With different thoughts, I suspected.

Her tall stature was emphasized by four-inch stiletto heels visible through two side slits in the filmy skirt, slits ending far too close to her waist for my liking.

But no jealousy.

Really.

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Tyson

I take that back. It wasn’t so much a ‘plunging’ neckline as it was ‘full-throttle power-dive’ neckline. A woman I’d once known had termed such as ‘deadbeat’ necklines, ones leaving the breasts with no visible means of support.

Judgmental, I’d thought at the time, but descriptive enough.

With some very  nice sideboob (yes, you’re getting the picture), a pert bottom and those endless toned legs emphasized by the slits in her skirt, the image she was projecting was, to say the least, eye-catching.

I was pretty sure that she knew she looked, was capitalizing on it. No woman in her right mind dresses that way by accident.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Tammy, her lips thin and her eyes narrow.

I pulled my eyes away from the woman.

Tammy turned towards me and I gave my bestest, brightest smile.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Did you say something?”

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Tammy

“I said she has a nice dress.”

“Oh.”

I realized I couldn’t read his expression.

The woman had the effrontery to wave at us as a server seated her at a nearby table.

Tyson started to wave back, caught himself and merely shrugged instead.

“I think yours is prettier, hon.”

At least he’d tried.

I closed my eyes, considered what this must seem like to Tyson, now embarked on what amounted to our honeymoon. Envious women are no great catch and Tyson had done nothing wrong. Indeed, neither had she.

Why then was I so upset?

I took a deep breath, tried to think of myself as somebody deserving this magnificent man. I let the breath ease out slowly. Another deep breath and I willed the green-eyed tension away as I exhaled. Tyson was mine and I knew I could have total confidence in him; I saw no need to worry about that.

Think about it, girl — he had a choice between you, Gale’s mature beauty, Quinn’s blonde effervescence and Heather’s sultry curves. Which one of us is wearing his ring?

I suddenly felt guilty. Men often say they feel like they’re walking a tightrope; it’s not right to play to their insecurities.

I opened my eyes to see the server bringing the woman a menu and I realized that she was dining alone.

No time like the present to correct a mistake.

I put on a sweet smile and, leaning over to give Tyson a quick peck on the cheek, put my hand on his arm.

“She’s by herself,” I noted.

“Is she?” Tyson’s gaze didn’t shift away from me.

I squeezed his hand, watched his gaze fall to my hand.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered. “We women are hard-wired to be defensive.”

I saw him relax somewhat.

“Look at me, Tyson,” I said. His head rose again in response.

“I mean it. I got overprotective for a minute. I’m sorry. It wasn’t your fault.”

“It’s okay.” His soft smile made me realize all over again how lucky I was.

“Look, she’s your gym buddy, yes?”

“Not really. We actually haven’t said a word to each other.”

“You know what I mean, Tyson.”

“I don’t even know her name, Tammy.”

I found again myself marvelling at the changes in me, at how different I was from the shy, withdrawn, pre-Tyson Tammy.

“Why don’t you invite her to join us, honey?”

I could see the surprise on his face.

“Please,” I said, trying an open, happy smile. “I know I can depend on you, Ty. I’m not going to explode if you talk to another woman.”

Not after having spent the past year watching Tyson making love to three other women in front of me. Dinner with a fully-clothed fellow-passenger I could handle.

“Are you sure, love?”

Sometimes men are like puppies — not too bright, but generally trainable with the right treats.

“Mmm-hmm. Go and ask her before she orders, please.”

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Helen

I was perusing the wine list when I became aware of his presence. The man could certainly move silently.

It was the first time I had seen him smile and I was struck by the perfectly even, bright teeth. It dropped a weight into my tummy. Darn it but he was handsome!

“I don’t think we have been properly introduced,” he said. “My name is Tyson. My fiancée,” and here he gestured towards the tall woman, the artist I’d seen in the gym, “My fiancée noticed you were by yourself and wondered if you would care to join us?”

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Tammy

I could see the momentary surprise on her face, quickly overcome. Tyson extended his hand and helped her to her feet. As they made their way to our table, I saw him catch the server’s attention, wave his finger from her table to ours, saw the server nod in response.

The woman held out her hand. “My name is Helen,” she said. “Thank you for the invitation.”

She had an intriguing accent. It was British, I thought, but couldn’t pin it down further than that. I found it just a touch exotic and quite delightful.

“Tammy,” I responded. “It’s our pleasure. In any case, us young-uns need to stick together on this geriatric raft, right?”

She had a nice laugh, I thought, a friendly laugh, a laugh that came easily. I was pretty sure that I’d made the right decision.

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Helen

I’d intended my dress as a sort of light-hearted tease to the elderly crowd surrounding us. I hadn’t anticipated possibly stirring up problems with another woman my age and her sincere, open friendliness was a relief.

They were Tammy and Tyson and, their actual nuptial date not having been set, they were on their pre-honeymoon. No, they didn’t cruise often, in fact this was their first. I didn’t do the sea voyage very often, either. She was a stay-at-home mother and he was a poet, working on his first book. I worked in a basement government office, keeping the nation’s nose to the grindstone.

The food was, as expected, excellent. I have a particular fondness for a good rack of lamb and the menu even specified English  lamb! A reasonable Bordeaux paired with it perfectly. Tammy had flipped back and forth before settling on grilled Pacific salmon. A small piece between her lips, a short moment of chewing and her face almost melted with pleasure. Tyson of course had gone for a large beefsteak, medium rare. I guessed his body needed a lot of protein.

As eating slowed down, conversation restarted. No, I had no children; I smiled at the photos of Tammy’s two. No, they weren’t doing the full cruise; they were getting off in a couple of days and spending some time in a private villa on a small island. I myself was planning to land in Miami, possibly heading up to Orlando to do the Disney thing, but there were no hard plans. No, nobody was meeting me, my latest boyfriend and I having recently parted under disagreeable circumstances.

Tammy paused at that last and apologized if her question had hurt. I assured her that my wrath was fading with every day at sea.

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Tyson

I was enjoying myself. A small knot of tension in one shoulder eased away as I saw Tammy shake off the last of her pique. She and Helen drifted slowly into Girl Talk, terra incognita  for me. I allowed my attention to wander around the dining room.

Barring a few couples with children, we three were the youngest there and there was absolutely no doubt that I was sitting with the two loveliest women on the liner. I settled into my chair, relaxed and pondered my good fortune as I sipped a second glass of port. I held it up to a light, examined it.

Drinking port. Wearing a tux. You’ve come a long way, Ty!

My eyes slid back to the two women at my table. On one level, they were quite alike — tall, fair skin, long dark hair, blue eyes. Their features were different, but I found both sublimely lovely. Helen might have had a slightly larger bosom, but Tammy had hardly been shorted in that department — slender, but very feminine. I also sensed a serious intelligence in Helen, one perhaps matching Tammy’s.

I like intelligent women, personally.

I let my eye drift over them, simply enjoying the sight. It was obvious that neither were wearing a great deal under their gowns. I think I stopped short of being pervy, but I was certainly lost in serious admiration.

I suddenly awoke in a pool of silence. The two had stopped talking and were looking at me.

I shook my head a bit in apology.

“I’m sorry; lost in thought. What did I miss?”

“Helen tells me that there’s dancing tonight.”

Both my two left feet flinched. Whatever talents or skills I may have, dancing is not one of them.

Tammy laughed, put her hand on Helen’s arm.

“He’s hopeless on the dance floor,” she giggled. “How would you feel about just us two?”

Without answering, Helen stood up and held out her hand Tammy in invitation. The two headed off for the faint sound of distant music, leaving me to follow.

I finished the last of my port, my eyes on the two entrancing bottoms as they left. Helen had a very  nice derrière, I thought.  

They were already out on the dance floor when I caught up to them.

They looked good together. Helen was a proficient dancer, but Tammy seemed to have a slight edge and seemed to be leading most of the time. I smiled to myself when I noticed I wasn’t the only one watching them. Quite a few eyes, both male and female, were turned towards them.

I’m not quite tone-deaf, but I’ll admit to being ‘tonally-challenged’. Okay, to be honest, of the two dances I know; one is the waltz and the other isn’t. The girls seemed to know what was going on however and both were smiling, faces flushed and eyes sparkling, whenever they returned to the table to rest and help me with the champagne.

Dancing seemed to be thirsty work for these two. Neither of them seemed even slightly tipsy; no doubt the alcohol was being burned off on the dance floor.

We were sitting, making general conversation, when the music changed again. Tammy broke into a brilliant smile and took Helen by the hand.

“Come on!”

Helen seemed slightly hesitant.

“I’ve never done the tango,” she admitted.

Tammy tugged on her hand, lifted her to her feet.

“You’ll love it!”

She leaned over to whisper, but I could hear her clearly.

“It’s the most fun you can have with your clothes on!”

Helen laughed and the two returned to the floor.

There were a lot of people out there. I’m no dancer, but it wasn’t hard to tell good ones from mediocre ones. The ones doing it best, to my eyes, were the middle-aged to elderly couples. Maybe tango takes a long time to learn? I shrugged mentally, sipped bubbly and tried to enjoy the view.

The view was pretty amazing, it must be said. Any dancing can be enticing; what I was watching now was distilled seduction, erotic enough that age made no difference. One could look at a fragile, grey-haired grandmother and see in an instant the wildly desirable young beauty she had once been, perceive the handsome, once-towering strength of the loving old man with her in his arms.

Tammy and Helen were hardly the most skilful dancers, but they were making an effort and certainly seemed to be having fun. Tammy made a few missteps, but she also got a chance to show off some spectacular leg.

There are worse ways for me to spend an evening.

I smiled to myself as Tammy’s hand began roving a little, from Helen’s waist up her flanks, down to clasp her bottom.

Jealous? Me?

No.

Envious, I thought. Yes, ‘envious’ would be a better word.

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Tammy

I caught a quick side glance from Tyson, a half-raised eyebrow as we approached the door to our stateroom. What’s the plan?

The problem was that I didn’t have one. The evening had gone well – very well, to be honest. My fingertips were still tingling with the sensation of thin silk over Helen’s flanks and bum. I could see that she was more than a little turned on herself.

The three of us stopped outside the door.

“My cabin’s down that way,” she pointed. “Thank you both for a wonderful evening.”

She didn’t seem to be in a hurry and I figured the least I could do was to offer her a good-night kiss. I leaned slightly towards her, a low-level invitation.

Not entirely to my surprise, she leaned in herself. Her lips were soft, full of promise. Who shifted first from a mere friendly good-night smooch I wasn’t sure, but I knew that I liked it.

Her hands closed on my waist, then began running up and down my body. My own fingers slid down her bare back, inside a side-slit in her dress and fondled a firm buttock. She moaned softly.

One of her hands began pulling my head against hers, grinding our lips together. I thrust my tongue deeper into her mouth, playing, teasing. I felt my nipples pop to attention, a heaviness in my loins.

This evening had potential.

I found myself teetering to one side; a quick glance showed Helen’s hand locked on the lapel of Tyson’s tuxedo as she pulled the three of us together. There was a happily wicked grin on her face.

Her eyes darted to Ty, back to mine.

“Unless you mind?” she whispered to me.

From the look in Tyson’s eyes, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind and that was enough for me.

“Don’t be silly.”

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Tyson

Watching the two of them wrapped around each other had set me sizzling on about ten different levels. I was startled when Helen pulled me in. After our earlier issues, I was totally surprised when Tammy looked up at me, blinked and smiled her special go ahead  smile.

I raised one eyebrow for confirmation; she nodded, about a quarter of an inch.

Gotcha, Boss!

First things first. As Grandpa had once advised me, dance with the one what brung you. 

I kissed Tammy, gently but firmly, my hand trailing over her hip, down to her buttock. I made the most of it; a kiss from Tammy was generally better than waking up beside another woman.

My heart beat faster at her fragrance, at the feel of her form under my hand. Her eyes flashed and I could see her new-found, push-ahead character exerting itself.

She turned her head and gave Helen another sizzling kiss before her eyes flickered over to mine, as if suggesting I take over.

I didn’t need much prompting.

Keeping one hand exploring the feel of thin fabric over Tammy’s bottom, I caught Helen by the waist with the other and gave a short tug towards me. Her head turned, her smile rose to mine and I found Tammy had an osculatory rival. Silky, knowing lips, a talented tongue and sweet breath sent my pulse soaring like a homesick angel.

Her hand ran up and down my chest, over the side of my face. My free hand left her bum, fingertips seeking the side slit on her dress. For some reason, I changed my mind and instead moved towards her high-dive neckline.

Both of them giggled as my hand was blocked by Tammy’s, already wrist-deep in Helen’s dress. I pulled back slightly to investigate, saw the changes in Helen, flushed skin, wide, wide pupils – and one rock-hard nipple poking through the fabric of her gown opposite Tammy’s hand.

Helen leaned into me for another mind-bending kiss. As my fingers swept over her breast, she groaned and ground her sex against my leg.

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Helen

The warmth and love in his hand almost set fire to the knickers I wasn’t wearing.

And the central question from my gym daydream had been answered — his hands were both strong and  gentle, tuned to every nerve in my body. His hand left my boob, drifted south, over my stomach, lower.

I pulled back.

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Tammy

Her colour was high, her bosom rising and falling rapidly. Well, so were mine.

“This is very  nice,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine, “but this would be… um… inconvenient.”

“Ah,” I said softly, realizing her problem.

“Ask me again in a day or two?”

I could sense Tyson shift beside me, knew he’d caught on, too.

“We’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked.

“I’ll plan on it.”

We leaned in for three-way kisses, softer now, promising rather than demanding.

“May I walk you to your cabin?” Tyson asked. Such a gentleman, I thought.

“Thank you, but I’ll be fine.”

I watched the door shut gently behind them, tried to calm my heart. Dammit!   I had been so close! Their kisses and touches, their obvious love for each other and willingness to share had left me quivering. I headed back to my own cabin.

I was out of the dress and heels in seconds, for once not putting them away neatly but rather throwing them in a frustrated fashion to one corner. I examined myself in the mirror — glistening labia and taut, taut nipples rising and falling. I was almost panting in my need.

Dammit!

I looked at myself in the mirror again, saw the bed behind me.

All right. Enough.

I left my jewellery in place, pulled down the spread, plumped up two pillows and laid them across, half-way down. Stepping into the bathroom, I found a large towel, flipped it over the pillows and lay down with them in the small of my back, arching my sex upwards.

It was my favourite solo position and my fingers were on autopilot.

Both hands swept over my breasts, caressed my nipples, teased and played, rolled and pulled gently. The feline beast grew inside me, unchained now.

I left one hand on my nipples, lustrous pleasure rippling through my entire body. The other slid southward, headed straight for my lovebud. This wouldn’t take long, not after tonight. My whole body quivered as my finger touched it. I let my mind drift as my fingertip circled, softly, slowly as my mind filled with images of the two of them, sweet female and bull male, memories of their scents and tastes and touch…

I moaned softly as my orgasm took form, shimmering under the fingers of both hands, then exploding into a lightning-crazed sky, a world filled with thunder, bright and deep, weightless as starlight, heavy as a deep-winter cloak.

It faded gently, then leapt back as one of my fingers shifted a fraction. And again, leaving me boneless and smiling as I faded into the deepest sleep I could remember.

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Tammy

Tyson sagged against the wall as I gently closed the stateroom door.

I found myself shaking just a little, excited and frustrated in equal measures. Tyson hadn’t missed the interplay between Helen and I. Well, how could he have?

“Wow!” he breathed.

I smiled, stepped to lean in against him, smiled more as a loving hand curled around my waist, another stroked my hair.

How perfectly designed we are – men’s comforting shoulders being at precisely the right height for women’s loving heads. At the moment, Tyson felt as solid emotionally  as he did physically. I mused at how jealous I’d been earlier, how pointless it had been.

Exquisite as she was, I was certain now that I had nothing to fear from Helen, not with Ty.

“She’s really something, isn’t she?” I murmured.

“Almost as pretty as you,” he whispered. There’d been no hesitation this time and I smiled at the honesty in his words.

I shifted, felt that quite wonderful length pressed against my stomach, reflected for the thousandth time how lucky I was, then giggled at the certainty that the only thing which could improve how it felt against me would be the removal of all those inconvenient layers of clothing.

Easily solved.

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Tyson

Tammy’s hair flowed through my fingers; I bent down to inhale the scent of it, felt myself fill with the recurring wonderment of love so tied to surging physical arousal.

She moved slightly and my heart almost stopped at the feeling of her breasts on my stomach, the softness of her belly against my hardness.

I scooped her up in both arms and she clung to me, quivering in her need, grinding her mouth against mine. I sensed that this was not the moment for gentleness.

She gave a happy shriek as I dropped her on the bed, deliberately letting her fall the last few inches. Her arms and legs were extended, waiting. She scowled slightly as I evaded them, then gasped as my lips found first one breast, then the other.

My hand ran over her body, stroking that skin I’d come to love so much. My fingertips traced the faint stretchmarks of childbirth on her abdomen, almost gone now, but something to be treasured on their own, hallmarks of two more gifts she had given me. My hand slipped lower, rolled her mound for a moment before descending into her already-slippery sex. I could feel her reaching, straining to reach my cock, shifted away from her.

This one was on me.

She hissed when I gave a nipple a firm but gentle nip with my teeth, pulled back to stretch it, then released it.

Seizing her by the hips, I rolled her over onto her stomach, ran my palms up her thighs, stopping at firm buttocks. I mounded them under my hands, marvelled at their delightful firm softness.

On impulse, I gave one a slight smack with a hand. She cried out in surprise, kept silent when I repeated it on her other cheek.

My knee slipped between hers, pushing her legs apart. I knelt between them, took her by the hips and lifted her sex up towards my waiting wood. She yelped softly as I found her entrance, pushed in slightly, yelped happily again as I pushed in further into her always-surprisingly-warm depths.

I released her hips and her body fell back to the mattress. I followed, pinning her under me. She tried to push back at me, but my weight proved too heavy.

“Hard,” she moaned. “I want you.”

Lifting my hips, I pulled partway out of her, allowed myself to fall back. She gave another welcoming cry as I filled her entirely. Then again.

And again. Her soft yips melded with the sound of my stomach smacking against that fine, fine bottom.

On impulse, I reached out, caught her hair in one hand, pulled her head up and back, kept it there as I plunged into her warmth. Her eyes were closed, a thin smile of expectant pleasure on her face.

Her cries grew lower, rougher, almost primitive growls each time I drove into her now. Each of her cries fed the heat building within me, pushing my own excitement still higher.

Another lunge, crushing her against the bed and her voice rose into a wail of incandescent joy, growing louder with each of my next two strokes and I was suddenly weightless, drifting in my own cloud of pleasure.

My last thought was to roll off her, pull her with me, still lodged inside her.

“I love you,” she whispered as I kissed her shoulders.

“And you, love.” Still linked, I shifted into a full spooning position, swept the hair from her face, allowed my fingers to follow her jawline, slowly, gently. I began to stroke her arm and neck, but she found my wrist and pulled my arm over her, pressing my palm over her breast. I squeezed, very gently, kissed the top of her head, felt her sigh of contentment.

+

Tammy

I had no idea what time it was when I woke, but it seemed either very late or quite early, which amounts to the same thing, I suppose. I sensed Tyson was awake in the darkness, kissed him, lay in happy contentment against him. After a moment, I whispered a question, words soft as invisible butterflies.

There’s silence and then there’s silence. One is the absence of sound; the other is the total opposite  of sound. I knew this silence, could almost feel  Tyson’s brain working in the darkness. He was, despite his size, a surprisingly thoughtful man.

“Is that all right?” I asked softly. “My asking, I mean?”

His body shifted on the mattress and I snuggled in closer, my head on his shoulder. His hand stroked my hair. I glowed inwardly at the sensation, sensed he was not upset.

“Yes, of course,” he said gently. “You’ve surprised me a little, Tammy.”

“Would you mind?” I asked.

His chuckle started so low I could barely hear it.

“Who are you and what have you done with my shy, withdrawn fiancée?”

It wasn’t an entirely crazy question. In just a year, by some unseen magic, the timid, grieving widow, who’d gone to her marriage bed a virgin, had wound up in a warm, loving, supportive poly relationship with Tyson and three other women. To say there had been a sea change in my attitudes would be an understatement.

He slid out from under my head, rolled to his side. His head was resting on his arm and even in the dim light I could see his eyes examining me.

“Would you like her to come to the island with us, Ty?”

“Honey, I’m a guy. I like women, but keep in mind…”

He reached down for my left hand, brought it gently to his mouth and kissed the ring he’d put on my finger the month before.

“…keep in mind that I love you.”

He paused again, smiled softly.

“Is this what you really want?”

I’d been prepared for him to say that and thought I had a real answer.

I put my hand against his chest, pushed. I might as well have been pressing against a parked bus. I pushed harder, gave a frustrated grunt and, grinning, pushed with both hands, less gently this time.

“Work with me, dammit!”

He laughed, allowed himself to be pushed onto his back. I scrambled on top of him, kneeling with a leg on either side of his body. I shivered as his hands ran softly over my thighs, squirmed happily as they shifted to clasp my bum.

“Stop that!” I giggled. “We’re having a serious conversation here!”

One arm left my bottom, snapped to his temple in a feigned military salute.

“Yes, ma’am!” he grinned.

He didn’t stop fondling my bum with his other hand.

Okay, fine. He was incorrigible and I loved him as he was.

I leaned forward, rested my head on his chest, felt his chest rise and fall as he breathed.

“Yes,” I repeated. “Well, Ty, let’s say I’m entirely open to it.”

His hand clutched my bottom again, fondly.

“Ty, before I met you, it would have been a hard No. Mom’s little girl didn’t share very well. But I’ve learned from you…”

I ran a finger down his upper arm.

“… and Gale and the others.”

I took a deep breath, raised my head to look him in the eyes.

“This isn’t a zero-sum game, Ty.”

Face almost solemn, he nodded in understanding.

“I love you, Tyson, and I know you love me. That’s all, I don’t know, in Column A.”

I reached between us, found his soft length, fondled it, felt it slide between my fingers and fall away as my hand moved. I fumbled for it, caught it again, gave it a gentle tug.

“But this  is way over in Column B.

“Initially, once I realized that I had fallen in love with you, it was difficult to watch you with Quinn or Heather or Gale. I wanted you all to myself. But I’ve learned, Ty. Love shared isn’t less love; it’s more.

“Like you said, you’re very much a guy. You like women, you treat us well, make us – all of us – feel like princesses. And you have so much fun  with us! That’s important, too.”

I lowered my voice to almost a whisper.

‘Tyson, I know  that you weren’t loving me less when you were pleasing the others back home. And I found I liked watching you enjoy yourself, just because  you were enjoying yourself. So, Yes. My answer is Yes.”

His brown eyes didn’t move.

“Does any of that make sense?”

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Tyson

I wondered at my luck. There had been so many ways this all could have gone so very badly. Instead, I was engaged to a lovely, patient, understanding woman, one who treated me like royalty.

“I love you, Tammy. You know that, right?”

“Your love for me is why I don’t mind, Tyson.”

I grinned as her fingers tightened softly on my sex.

“Not to mention…”

Her sudden grin matched mine.

“And, Ty – and!   – she’s cute and super cuddly and she kisses like there’s no tomorrow!”

She blinked, kissed my chin.

“So, no, I’m not being entirely altruistic. Guilty as charged.”

“In that case, Tammy, I agree.”

Her smile brightened and, even in the soft light, there was a clear sparkle in her eyes.

“But…” I started.

“But?”

“I don’t know what the formal etiquette is here, dear, but I kind of think it would be better if it was you who was asking.”

I could see her pondering that. She nodded.

“Yes. Tomorrow.”

“I love you”

+

Day Six 

Helen

“You mean that?”

I glanced across the gym to where Tyson was pressing twice my weight on a bench. The veins stood out in his neck and forearms.

“Mmm-hmm. You know we’re not booked to go all the way to Miami. We’re getting off tomorrow, taking a chartered flight, then a shuttle boat to a private island for a week, and…”

Her eyes flipped over to Tyson, back to mine.

“And we’d be delighted if you joined us, Helen. If you’d like.”

It was tempting, but I could see a couple of red flags.

“Thank you, Tammy, but I don’t think I could afford it.”

That admission cost me, but her smile was reassuring and her voice gentle.

“It’s a package deal, Helen, however many people go. And it’s already paid for.”

That was better; I wouldn’t be a charity case, but there was still the elephant in the room.

Tammy had felt frisky and delightful in my arms after the dance and she didn’t seem to mind when Tyson proved how well he could kiss me. Still, I had to make sure.

“And there’s another bed for me?”

Yes, I was sort of skirting, hinting…

She looked around, confirming there was nobody else in the gym. I wasn’t entirely surprised when her hand came to behind my head, pulling us together. Her tongue traced my lips and, my heart suddenly hammering, I opened to her and tried to give as good as I was getting.

It was difficult, but I think I managed.

Hours, days later, the kiss broke. I looked down at one of her hands cuddling one of my breasts.

“What do you think?” she whispered.

I hadn’t thought of myself as hesitant, not for years, but I was feeling it now.

“You’re sure?”

She turned and raised her voice.

“Tyson!”

Resting, he turned his head towards us. His eyebrows went up when he noticed Tammy’s hand.

“Tyson!” she repeated. “Are we sure?”

It was pretty obvious that this hadn’t been a spontaneous offer on her part, for the boy’s smile broadened from ear to ear before, wordless, he turned back to the rack of weights.

I figured that was a Yes.

“I guess I’d better speak with the purser.”

+

Tammy

I won’t go into the ‘joys’ of modern travel. Fifty years ago, it would have taken us days to island-hop instead of just 21 hours after disembarking. Mind you, earlier travellers probably had a chance to sleep en route.

We made it and that’s enough of that.

+

The Island

Tyson

Sunrise and sunset come early in the tropics. It hadn’t been particularly late when the rental agent had dropped us off on the beach, but it had been after dark and all three of us had been too tired for anything but superquick solo showers before collapsing on the massive bed. I think I was asleep thirty seconds after my head touched the pillow.

First to awake in the morning, I slid out of bed so as not to disturb the ladies. Helen’s face was buried under a mass of silky hair. There was a sweet little-girl smile on Tammy’s face and I kissed her temple gently.

The villa was quite small, but very pretty and very luxurious. A deep, heavily-sloped thatch roof covered three walls made of woven bamboo; the fourth wall, facing the lagoon, was completely open. Inside was the bed, an open kitchen, a small dining table and chairs and a couple of stuffed chairs for comfort. The only enclosed space was a small corner cubicle containing the toilet and a sink.

I slipped out of the building onto the deck to find a view far more stunning than even the website had suggested.

Clear, clear blue endless water was surrounded by a spread of palm-topped islands stretching into the distance. The only human presence in sight was the rental agent’s boat tied up on another island and that was scarcely visible, a mile away. I looked at a cabinet and pole antenna in one corner. A two-way radio was our only contact with the outside world.

It was comfortably warm and promised to be a brilliant day. The air was filled with the tang of sea salt and the gentle scent of flowers from the bushes around the building.

I rolled my shoulders, squinted somewhat as I stepped into the bright morning light. My scrotum was stuck to one thigh; I pulled it loose, stretched it a little, let it hang while strolling around outside. I saw no need for clothes in paradise.

Two minutes down a path behind the villa was a small, neat shed containing, I don’t know, the ‘mechanicals’ for the place – controls and a bank of batteries for electricity from a neighbouring bank of solar panels, plus a hot water tank, pumps, even a small washing machine. The building was new and obviously designed for functionality, with a cinderblock foundation and sheet tin for both walls and roof. There was no clothes dryer, but eight or ten metal poles held clothesline between them. That would be enough for any laundry we had.

I smiled when I noticed the upper ends of the poles were cross-braced with iron bars. At least I wouldn’t have to give up chin-ups. I began to look around for anything else I could use.

+

Tammy

I woke slowly, easily, happily aware of a warm presence spooning me from behind. I couldn’t see who it was but a moment of sleepy thought noticed the slender arm lying over my waist. Helen, then. I listened to the surf outside, blinked at the bright morning sunshine flooding inside.

I had no idea what time it was, but I realized that getting up was not something to be put off for very long. I carefully lifted Helen’s arm, laid it behind me and eased out from under the thin sheet covering us.

Helen and I were alone and I could hear no sound from Tyson. The toilet door was open however and I gratefully headed that way.

She was still sleeping when I emerged, feeling entirely better. I thought of exploring straight away, but decided I could best do that with a coffee in my hand. As silently as possible, I filled the kettle and began with the makings.

I made a slight clatter with the coffee press. Looking up, I saw it had been enough to open Helen’s eyes, now fixed on me.

She had the loveliest smile, I thought to myself. She sleepily brushed hair off her face and sniffed.

“Is there tea?” she asked.

“I can make some, if you would like. The coffee’s ready now.”

“Coffee would be delightful. Thanks.”

“How do you take it?”

“Um, black?”

I poured two cups. Taking one, I set it on a bedside table before sitting down next to her. Her smile grew a bit wider.

“Ta.”

She raised her lips a fraction. Taking it as an invitation, I leaned in for a friendly kiss.

It started ‘friendly’ but the word has, shall we say, a lot of flexibility and those soft, soft lips turned demanding, almost as insistent as my own. Her breath was sweet and her hands roaming over my waist and hips very welcome.

An hour or six later, the kiss broke. I sat up, smiled at the flush on her face. I could feel my own heart beating faster.

This was going to be such a fun time!

I stroked her shoulder, swept light fingers over her collarbone.

“That’s nice, but I’d like to find Ty.”

“Me, too. And I need to find the….”

My head nodded over my shoulder towards the one door in the villa.

I admired the sway of her breasts as she rose and gave that delightful bottom a light pat as she rose to her feet. She grinned but didn’t stop. I took a moment to straighten up the bed.

Returning two minutes later, she raised the mug to her nose, inhaled gently. A smile came over her before she sipped.

“Very good,” she said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Where is Ty?”

“Dunno. He was gone when I got up. Probably looking around. Want to go look?”

“Oh, yes!”

She took one step, stopped and looked down at her bare form for an instant before turning to me.

“Is there…?”

“…anybody else around?” I said, interrupting. “Nobody here but us chickens, Helen. We booked this place with that in mind. And I think we told you how we met – I seriously doubt Ty will have anything on, either.”

Out on the deck, the morning sun on the white sand beach made me raise one hand to block the glare as I pointed across the lagoon to another island.

“See that boat over there, by the pier?”

Her eyes moved back and forth, searching.

“No. No, I don’t… Wait! Yes, I guess that’s a boat, but it’s a fair ways off.”

“Well, that’s the boat that dropped us off here last night and there’s nobody else for miles.”

I grinned. “Still worried?”

I was surprised to see her breath catch and those lovely nipples harden, just a little. It was another welcome confirmation.

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Helen

“That’s totally awesome!” I exclaimed. “We have the island all to ourselves?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Stellar! So, yes, let’s! But first…”

I suppose I looked a bit pensive.

“You’re not wearing makeup here, are you?”

She laughed, shook her head.

“No. I wore enough of it on the ship. But I think I will brush my hair, just to keep in practice.”

We wound up brushing each other’s hair, something almost as instinctive as chimpanzee grooming. That temptingly-soothing pampered feeling is high on the list of why women like going to salons.

And, I realized, having Tammy’s long tresses slipping through my hands was every bit as enjoyable as hers in mine. The smile she gave me when I put the brush down assured me this wouldn’t be the last opportunity.

Okay, yes, I was a bit turned on. How else? Tammy was a glorious woman wearing only her engagement ring. I thought I could see the same drift in her eyes before she pulled me in for a tight hug, bare breasts to bare breasts. My breath became a little ragged as her hands swept down my back, squeezed my bum. I found her breast fit my hand perfectly, but, to my surprise, she pulled away, a happy light smile on her face.

“You’re delicious!” she exclaimed. Her eyes ran quickly up and down my body and she stroked my jawline with a soft fingertip. “But I think we really should try to find Ty.”

She dropped her eyes for a moment, then raised them to mine again.

“Rain-check?”

I paused, not entirely sure of her meaning.

“It’s a sporting expression, Helen. If a baseball game gets cancelled due to rain, they let you into the next one for free. It’s an informal ‘later, please?'”

Ah.

“Oh yes!” I grinned. I let one fingertip run over her jaw, down her neck and off her shoulder. “But… not in the rain, I hope!”

She chuckled and the two of us, hand in hand, stepped out to discover our island.

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Tammy

We allowed ourselves some oohs  and aahs  as we stepped outside onto a broad wooden deck, from which a short flight of steps led down to the broad white-sand beach. Flowering shrubs and trees graced the sides of the building, their fragrance filling my head.

If Eden had been this pretty, Eve wouldn’t have even noticed the apple.

And Helen was good company. We talked as we walked and there was meaning to her words, not just noise to fill the silence. As intelligent and witty as she was attractive, she was fulfilling every hope I’d had back on the ship.

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Helen

The trees outside were mainly palms, spaced far enough apart to provide shade without gloom; the vegetation under my bare feet was soft and welcoming.

We walked down to the water’s edge, further, up to our ankles and stood there, simply enjoying the moment and each other’s company. I felt Tammy squeeze my hand.

“I think we have three choices. We can stay right here – I think there are some big towels in the building – and just chill. Or we could have breakfast…”

I realized that I was  hungry.

“Or,” she said, “we could go find Tyson, bring him back and have him  make breakfast for us while we catch some sun.”

I snickered.

“Good ideas — all of them.”

She looked up and down the beach, shook her head.

“But I don’t see Ty or, come to think of it, any footprints in the sand.”

“Maybe he went for a stroll inland?”

She squeezed my hand again.

There was a small footpath behind the building, one leading away from the ocean, slightly uphill. It wasn’t quite wide enough to walk holding hands, but some experimentation showed it was wide enough if we kept our hands around each other’s waist.

A minute or two later, we found him.

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Tammy

There was this tin shack and some tall iron laundry poles, complete with clothespins. Tyson, typically, had found a way to work out, do some sort of workout even without a proper gym.

Eyes wide, Helen and I stopped in our tracks. Now I could hear him, low, soft grunts as he pushed himself to the limit.

.

Helen

The man was incredible. He was doing rapid pull-ups, impressive enough in itself I thought. But, like nobody I’d ever seen before, instead of stopping when his chin reached the bar, his momentum carried him higher, until he was resting with the bar down around his hips. Then, with only the briefest pause, he allowed himself to fall back, only to repeat the process.

Again and again, that magnificent naked body rising to the morning sky…. I mean, I’d watched him using weights and machines in the liner’s gym, but this was another dimension entirely.

“What do you feed him?” I whispered.

Tyson finished, dropped lightly to the ground. Turning, he saw the two of us staring open-mouthed.

“Good morning,” he smiled.

He’d obviously been at it for a while. A layer of perspiration covered him like a film of oil; beads of sweat trickled down his body. I watched, entranced, as one of them flowed down the full length of his soft manhood, paused and then fell to the ground. I felt almost a bit dizzy at the sight.

Meanwhile, his eyes ran appreciatively over our bare forms. Under the circumstances, I could hardly claim to be offended. He licked his lips, wiped sweat off his forehead with a forearm. His gaze stayed on me a bit longer, maybe because he hadn’t seen me like this before. Seeing the clear approval in his eyes, I felt delighted, awed, hopeful — very willing prey, if it came to that.

I was pretty sure it would and felt the beast within me purr happily.

Tammy let her hand fall from my waist, stepped to him and lifted her face for a kiss.

“Good morning back, honey. Looks like you found a way to do some sort of workout.” She looked around. “Pity there aren’t real machines.”

“Well, I found some stuff I can use. Not ideal, but…”

“But you’re good at improvising,” she cut in, grinning. “Found any ottomans back here?”

At that, both of them almost fell apart laughing. Struggling for breath, Tammy had to clutch the boy’s arm to keep from falling over. I watched them, puzzled.

“I… I don’t understand,” I said, bewildered.

Tammy pulled herself together, wiped her streaming eyes on the back of her wrist. Stepping to my side, she kissed my cheek, wrapped one arm over my shoulder and pointed at the still-chuckling Tyson with the other.

“The first…” she began, before again convulsing with laughter.

Tyson took over.

“We told you we met when I was modelling for an art class, right?”

I nodded.

“Well, the class was run by Gale, an art professor and mutual friend, in her private studio and back yard. It was all very private for outdoor posing.”

“And he was just gorgeous!” Tammy said. “He had all four of us wrapped around his little finger in minutes.”

“Then one class turned into an afternoon yard party,” Tyson chuckled, “and they persuaded me to stay.

“Without, I might add, getting dressed.”

Tammy giggled.

“Gale ran a pretty informal class.”

“Tammy and I got talking about weightlifting.” He walked over and lovingly stroked her hair.

“And I asked him how much he bench -pressed.”

“I said 300 pounds, but she wouldn’t believe me.” The tall man grinned and struck a stage pose, bicep bulging.

Tammy ran her finger over it, smiled up at him.

“So, I challenged him to brunch-press me,  at 125. He tried to wiggle out by saying there wasn’t a proper weightlifting bench there. But Gale remembered an old ottoman she used to store blankets.”

“And it worked,” Tyson acknowledged. “I’d seen it done in a gym once. The trick was to have her lie lengthwise, along me, instead of crosswise like a normal barbell. Her hips made a pretty good balance-point.”

“It worked,” Tammy said, “but there was one problem.” She looked up at Tyson.

“I benched her okay, then lowered her back down.”

Was he blushing?

Tammy laughed again.

“I was so excited that I got carried away and kissed him.”

Her eyes sparkled.

“And he… um… got excited.”

My eyebrows went up.

“You mean… he…?”

“Guilty as charged,” Tyson said, nodding gravely. “There I was, bare-ass, buck naked and surrounded by lovely women, the prettiest among them lying on top of me and kissing me. How could any man not react?”

“And one thing led to another,” she said solemnly. “Because we women couldn’t resist, either!”

“I see,” I said. “So, it’s about what happens when he improvises exercise equipment?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she nodded.

She again tilted her face up to the statuesque man next to her. He bent his head, lips touching gently. Well, maybe a bit  more than gently.

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Tammy

I felt the usual tingle flow through me as our lips melt.

I broke the kiss, looked around.

“Show her, Ty. Show her… Come up with something new, something inventive.”

He shrugged.

“There’s not much here, really. There are a couple of logs here and there and a few cinderblocks left over from when they built this place.” He looked thoughtful, grinned suddenly.

“Wait. I think that might work.”

He looked speculatively at Helen.

“How much do you weigh?”

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Tammy

I flushed slightly, which was silly. I had a good figure and, barefoot to my ears, was hiding none of it.

“Nine stone, six,” I replied, then saw the confusion on his face.

Tammy closed her eyes, fingers moving. Before I could reply to Tyson, she opened her eyes and exclaimed, “132 pounds?”

I nodded in agreement, watched a lopsided grin form on his face. He stepped up to the drying rack and motioned me towards him, patting a laundry pole with his hand.

“Here, please.”

Curious, I gripped the post where he had indicated. I was surprised when he lay down beside me, his head practically touching my toes. His hands were on the ground, palms-ups beside his ears.

‘Hop on,” he smiled, wiggling his fingers.

“You can’t be serious!”

He wiggled his fingers again and I hesitantly put one foot on his hand. He merely looked at me, raised his other hand. I stepped onto that one, too. Off-balance, I started to wobble.

“Hang on tight!”

His knees came up, his feet settling into the soft grass. His hips shifted a little and, fascinated, I watched his sex roll to one side. He shoulders moved sideways just a bit.

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Tammy

Helen squealed in surprise as Tyson, keeping his elbows on the ground, raised his hands – and her – a foot off the ground. He made it look easy until I noticed the way the muscles in his arms were bulging and how his lips were pressed tight together.

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Helen

Twice more I rose into the air, was lowered. With a small grunt, he lifted me again, this time not lowering me. I looked down, saw a small smile grow on his lips.

OMG!  There I was, standing, legs spread, directly over his face.

.

Tyson

Okay. Busted.

But it was a nice view.

Helen was off my hands like a squirrel fleeing a fox. Off to one side, Tammy was bent over, both hands over her mouth, desperately trying to stop herself from laughing.

As I rose and brushed off my back, Tammy caught her breath.

“See what we mean?”

Helen, still blushing, was enough of a good sport to join us in laughter.

.

Helen

It was  funny, once I’d seen the point. And we’d been bare since the boat dropped us off, so it wasn’t as if there was anything he hadn’t already seen.

Tyson rubbed perspiration off his forehead with his hand.

“I don’t know about you two, but I could do with a swim.”

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Tammy

“Don’t let the surf wash the soap away.”

He chuckled, thought for a moment before nodding.

“You’re right. Nice as the water looks, I think a quick hot shower to get the grime off would be good first. Then…”

Grinning, I leaned forward and sniffed in an exaggerated manner.

“Just go shower, Tyson.”

I think Helen was jealous of the kiss that followed.

The shower was outside, just below the deck and slightly to one side. An open framework of four-inch timbers with a floor of fitted flat natural stones, it mounted a circular shower-head the size of a politician’s ego. A brightly-coloured shower curtain could be pulled along a circular track if privacy was needed. I didn’t think we’d be using it.

“Go get clean, big guy,” I said, giving him a quick peck. “Breakfast is on us girls this morning.”

He was experimenting with the controls when I led a somewhat reluctant Helen inside.

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Helen

Looking back down on him, I found the sight of water running down over that tall, handsome, naked figure entrancing. Rodin would have loved Tyson as a subject.

Tammy gently poked me in the ribs.

“The refrigerator is stuffed. And the kettle’s already on.”

“So?”

Her eyes were sparkling with what I was beginning to recognize as a growing sense of mischief.

“So, my dear Helen, Tyson thinks he’s on his own, but it’ll only take us about 30 seconds to lay out something – bread, fruit and cheese, maybe. Then…”

I got the message and grinned.

Giggling like six-year-olds, our eyes constantly returning to Tyson’s bare form under the falling water, we quickly laid out breakfast. That done, Tammy pulled me in for a quick happy hug, which turned into a longer friendly hug, morphing in its turn to a devoted Sapphic fondle.

My heart shifted into double-time as soft hands ran up and down my body, flowing over my arms and shoulders and breasts. My fingers rolled her smooth mound, dipped lower, but then she was pulling away, eyes wide and smiling wickedly.

“Wow!” she breathed. “I can only speak for myself, you understand, but I’m personally delighted you decided to join us!”

“So am I!” I turned my head to watch Tyson a few metres away. “But…”

I squealed in surprise as one of her thumbs swept over a turgid nipple. She broke into open laughter.

“Breakfast is ready. Tyson’s getting ready for breakfast. What do you think we should do now?”

I could see her gaze flying from me to Tyson, to the bed and back again. I took a breath, smiled.

“Generally, Tammy, I’ve found that nothing succeeds like excess.”

Her smile spoke volumes. Laughing, holding each other’s hands, we almost skipped down to the shower.

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Tyson

I’d been enjoying myself. The view was spectacular, the water was pleasantly warm and the soft breeze on my skin was a treat in itself. But I suppose it doesn’t matter where you are in the world; even in someplace this idyllic, soap in the eyes is going to hurt.

Like anyone else, I screwed my eyes tight and turned my face up into the stream of water.

Under the circumstances, I don’t think anybody could have avoided jumping a little if they were suddenly touched by somebody they didn’t see coming.

And, let’s get one thing straight – I did not ‘scream like a little girl’. That’s just unfair.

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Helen

The man had his face upturned, clearly trying to get soap out of his eyes. Tammy stepped onto the stone floor on one side of him and pointed me to the other side. We were both having to work hard to keep from laughing out loud.

Tammy lifted her breasts in her hands, rubbed them softly over his chest. Considering how soft they were, I think his jump backward was probably a bit much.

And his shrill shout when he collided with me was definitely  an overreaction.

Laughing now, both of us pulled away from his flailing arms. I leaned casually against a post, crossed my arms and waited for him to settle down.

Tammy found a towel and pushed it into his hands. He rubbed his eyes with it, ran it through his hair

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Tammy

I’d like to say that I was apologetic, but that wouldn’t be entirely true. The look on his face was priceless. I suppose I’d have yelped, too, being surprised like that. It was unfair of us to laugh, but, once started, it was impossible to stop.

He glared down at me, clearly not amused, so I did what any sensible young woman would do in similar circumstances – I pouted.

His frown faded, then he caught sight of the equally-bare Helen. Looking back and forth between us, it was clear that he was trying to stay angry, but failing.

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Helen

A nudge is as good as a wink, they say. When Tyson smiled and opened his arms to us, Tammy and I only had to take a short step forward to be gathered in a three-way hug under the still-flowing water.

We stood still, just enjoying sharing skin and affection.

I wondered at the smooth feel of Tyson’s flank under my hand, delighted in the softer skin on Tammy’s bum.

I felt her wiggle slightly as I fondled her cheek, then she looked about and found the soap. Running it under the water, she began rolling it in her palms, working up a double handful of lather before she handed to me.

What? Silly question. Of course we started on Tyson!

It’s hard to think of anything more sensual than washing one’s lover with one’s bare hands. Hands slippery with soap, my fingers tried to run over every one of his hard-won male muscles at least once.

My hands slathered suds over his shoulders and back. He lifted his arms and I washed under them. He shifted slightly away from me, but only to turn down the water a little.

I knelt behind him, smiled at the sight of Tammy’s fingers moving along his sides, then vanishing from sight as she knelt before him. I smiled more broadly as Tyson tensed suddenly, rose momentarily onto his toes before sinking back. I slid a soapy hand between his legs and fondled his sac, brushed Tammy’s fingers with my own.

Then we were standing again and Tyson had pulled Tammy against him, leaning down to crush their lips together. I ran an approving hand over her thigh, soft but so fit.

She and Tyson turned to me, soapy hands sweeping and roaming over my bum and waist and shoulders, flowing over swollen boobs and engorged nipples. Tammy’s kisses were incendiary as her hands drifted over me.

The three of us kept shifting, changing who was doing what and to whom. Hands cleansed faces, wiped legs, caressed cock and balls and boobs and bottoms in a constantly-changing, swirling dance of lust and love.

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Tyson

It was extraordinary. Not even Gale’s planned, almost-choreographed backyard fivesomes had had me this aroused.

Everywhere I looked, everything I touched, everything was stimulating – physically beautiful, deeply erotic and mentally exhilarating. My world was filled with firm bums, soft boobs, long legs, perfect skin, full lips half-parted, sultry eyes, soapy hands caressing, stroking, teasing, exploring. My woody felt ready to split from the pressure.

It was time.

I picked the two up, an arm around each waist. They shrieked with laughter as I carried them up into the villa and squealed happily when I flopped onto my back on the big bed, a wet woman still in each arm.

I watched happily as the two rose to their knees as if scripted, then knelt by my waist, one on either side, their lips now locked in mutual desire. Each of them had one hand running over the other’s form, lingering, stroking, probing.

Each had also her other hand on me.

Helen slowly thumbed my pole, while Tammy’s fingers ran up and down my thighs, periodically toying with and tickling my balls, stretching my sac.

I lay still, hands behind my head, enjoying the spectacle. From time to time, one of the women would pull away, lower her mouth to please and torment the other’s breasts, moving from nipple to nipple, sucking, licking, nibbling with lips and gentle teeth, delighting and pushing all three of us higher.

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Tammy

Helen was proving a delightful little baggage – lovely and eager and imaginative. Even more enjoyable than her passionate kisses and sublime caresses somehow was the look she was producing in Tyson’s eyes.

I was thoroughly enjoying both myself and her, but it was also a presentation for him — a ringside seat, so to speak, for some smouldering girl-on-girl. After all this time with him, I knew how much he liked this sort of performance and that in its turn fed my own passion. It was win-win-win in my eyes.

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Helen

Tammy’s hedonistic tendencies had been clear to me from the start; the main question was how to play to them. Right now, I knew, this would end either very well and very soon or else (and better to my mind) it could prolonged, extended and amplified.

On impulse, I rose, moved to a selection of massage oils on a shelf.

I opened the lids on two of them to take tentative sniffs. Selecting a lavender-scented almond oil, I turned to find Tyson still on his back, smiling happily as he watched Tammy’s soft hand slowly pumping him.

I knelt by his head, bent down and nibbled one ear.

“I have a question, Ty,” I said, trying for my best ‘Marlene Dietrich’ husky voice.

His eyebrows went up. Tammy snickered softly, continued to tease his rigid manhood.

“Okay, it’s more of a confession. Ever since I first saw you in the gym, I’ve been thinking of bodybuilding contests.”

He looked at me, perhaps uncertain now.

“You’ve got a great body, Ty,” and here I lightly pinched a flat nipple before running my fingers over his pecs and abs.

“And…?” he asked.

“Bodybuilders oil their bodies, don’t they?”

Tammy giggled now; she had seen the bottle.

“Generally,” he admitted. “For competitions.”

I lifted my hand so he could see it, too.

“Would you mind, then?” I whispered. “I’ve been dreaming of seeing you like that.”

I gripped his manhood in one hand, fingers caressing his shaft, tickling behind his sac.

“And especially like this!”

Tammy broke into outright laughter now. Tyson merely nodded solemnly.

I bent down to kiss him, felt his lips part, the tip of his tongue meeting mine. I scarcely noticed when Tammy plucked the bottle from my hands. A moment later, she had the lid off and was pouring a thin line up each leg, bypassing his cock, up over that muscled chest.

“He accepts, hon!” she grinned. I could see her understanding – nobody was going to run away and keeping us all at a high level of arousal would make the inevitable ending even better.

Tyson was a walking anatomical atlas of hard, well-toned muscles; I could feel them flow under my hand as I smoothed out the fragrant oil over his smooth, hairless skin. His swollen manhood rose from his groin, dark, promising, almost dangerously delightful.

Our oily fingers didn’t neglect it, any more than he would have neglected our breasts.

Tammy slid between his feet, then with a push of her hands moved his legs far enough apart that she could kneel between them. The oil’s soft odour filled the room as her skilled fingers drifted over his legs. I focused on his chest and arms.

Tyson’s eyes darted back and forth between us. His grin grew brighter each time a pair of hands neared his groin, almost exploded each time the hands fondled his boys, circled his swollen length and swept up and off it before returning to the rest of his body.

He looked absolutely spectacular, I thought, the embodiment of masculinity and I felt it resonate deep within me.

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Tammy

I moved up to kiss him, put my whole heart and soul into it before speaking.

“Roll over, mister.”

Obediently, he shifted. This time, Helen and I knelt on opposite sides of his hips. Helen started to pour oil as my hand slid between his legs, tapped in an outward motion.

“Open up, there.”

His thighs parted. Looking down, I could see his sex had been left under his body, against his abdomen. I slid a hand along his bum crease, grasped his pair, tugged gently.

“Lift!” I commanded.

His hips rose, far enough that I could reach under them, find his cock and drag it back so that it pointed towards his feet. It wasn’t easy, for he was stiff as a tree branch.

“Down.”

I could feel the tension in his buttocks with the unusual angle. I figured we’d make it up to him.

Spreading the slippery stuff over his backside was as enjoyable as oiling his front had been. It was not a deep or hard massage, by any means, just a continual drifting of hands over skin, but the boy was obviously enjoying it, especially when a soft, oily finger reached between his legs, traced along his length to massage the magic triangle under his cockhead.

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Tyson

I felt four hands change to three, then two; the massage became less focused, more random.

I turned my head, saw the two of them engaged in a deep, deep kiss, their heads shifting slightly as their tongues moved. Shiny patches on their bodies showed the path taken by oiled hands over hips and waists, shoulders and breasts. One of Tammy’s taut nipples protruded from between Helen’s fingers. I could see a flush on both their faces.

Enough.

It had been enough.

I moved, shifted away, began to stand up.

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Tammy

“Hey! We’re not finished with you!” I protested.

“It’s okay,” Helen said, cutting me off. “But Ty, I do want to see you outside in the sun.” Seeing the arousal on his face – both their faces – I quickly added, “Just for a moment. Please?”

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Tyson

The two of them, chattering and giggling, had me by the hands and had me outside in seconds.

“Pose, Ty,” Helen purred. My arousal somehow managed to climb higher just at the tone of her voice.

Tammy stepped to stand beside her, put her arm around her waist and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before turning back to me with a smile.

Instead of speaking, Tammy merely curled her arm in command. I was impressed that she had good bicep definition; so few women do in my experience.

While I’d never actually competed, I don’t think there’s a serious weightlifter who hasn’t at least tried out some poses, just to see. I started through the usual ones — a front double biceps, then front lats, a side pose and so on.

Much as I liked it, much as I was enjoying myself, my nudity was suddenly very weird. Yes, the posing pouches the pros wear while competing are tiny, but there’s a major difference between a minuscule bit of fabric and an engorged, near-purple woody waving around each time I flexed. The feel of the breeze on it was equally odd — not bad, but very odd.

The girls seemed impressed, mind you. They’d been jumping up and down and clapping hands — a pleasing sight indeed, given their bare bosoms. Now, they simply stared, motionless, like birds frozen by the approach of a cat.

Or, I smiled, a snake.

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Tammy

Then we were beside him again, hands running over that magnificent, infinitely-desirable body. Strong hands lifted us and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved back indoors. Helen trotted along beside, hands and lips running over me, setting breasts and pussy aflame before we landed on the bed, Tyson pulling me down onto my back and, legs spread for him, I opened to that magnificent organ brushing over my thigh, probing, and filling me to my depths, the room growing dark as Tammy seated her sex on my head, sweet ladydew filling my senses, my tongue thrashing love and desire to her flower, my body shuddering as the man’s pole drove into me, pounding harder and yet harder and Helen’s screams filling the room, matching mine with delight and happiness and Tyson suddenly sagging, his organ pulsing inside me.

Helen rolled off my face and lay down, squirming just a little to fit better against me. Her hand swept over my flank, then cupped one of my breasts. Sighing, endlessly happy, I curled up next to Tyson. His energy almost completely spent, he kissed my temple gently before his eyes closed. I could feel his wet length slowly soften as I slipped into the sleep we were all chasing.

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The next day

Tammy

The beach was indeed lovely, the white sand soft under our bare feet. The water was warm and so clear it seemed one could see forever. There was no reef to speak of, but endless schools of colourful fish sent us running back to the villa to find the snorkelling gear we’d ignored earlier.

Helen proved an excellent swimmer and if Tyson didn’t come up to our standards, he was at least enthusiastic. There was virtually no body fat on that yummy weightlifter’s body, which of course made staying afloat harder, but the three of us had fun playing like otters in the waves, pointing out new discoveries to each other. It was a new and wonderful adventure.

Very much to my surprise, I found another reason for enjoying myself. In Gale’s back yard we generally wore nothing more than sunblock and sure, I’ve gone skinny-dipping before. Who hasn’t? But this wasn’t in somebody’s quiet, private back yard or some secluded country pond. This was in bright sunshine, open to the horizon in every direction.

So what?”  I thought to myself. There are no boundaries here, no reason whatever to be shy. This is how we were meant to be.

Yes!

I had another surprise, too. I noticed that Helen’s breasts had a subtly different shape to them in the water. Neither of us was huge in that department, but gravity always has a say in things. Once in the water, however, natural buoyancy kicked in and her boobs were almost perfectly hemispherical, with not the slightest sag. I tried to look at mine, but the snorkelling mask made it hard to see them properly.

Tyson. Well, I’m never going to tease him about it, but boys can’t help a certain amount of ‘shrinkage’, even in water as warm as this was. I filed it away in my memory as I watched he and Helen escort a slow-moving stingray on the ocean floor.

Snorkelling like this had another advantage. I’d never had the chance, simply by taking a few kicks with my feet, to inspect my lovers from every direction. It was not really erotic – well, of course it was, but in a gentle fashion – but it was more, um, natural  than arousing,   if you get my drift. An insight, maybe?

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Tyson

I was in heaven. Swimming with these two mermaids was as novel as it was delightful. And it wasn’t mere hedonism, I knew. Beauty for beauty’s sake is a solid in my opinion.

I put it aside, mentally filed it for a poem when I had time.

I’m not a natural swimmer, sadly. As enjoyable as it was, I eventually had to stop. I caught up with the women, pulled them into a hug and, panting slightly, spat out my snorkel.

“Gotta quit, sorry.”

They too let their snorkels fall and I got two very nice kisses to say adieu.

“Where will you be?” Tammy asked.

“Oh, I think I’ll just explore. It’s not a big island. Maybe I’ll try to walk around it. Will you two be all right?”

“Certainly, silly. Go have fun!”

With that and two more kisses, the girls took off together after a sea turtle, leaving me to wade back to the beach.

I dried myself off, put on some sunblock. I started to look for clothes and shook my head, laughing. Instead, I opted instead for a ball cap and my sunglasses before exiting the villa.

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Tammy

Tyson was nowhere to be seen when we left the water. We took a quick rinse in the shower to get the salt out of our hair. There was a decent hair dryer, but both of us wanted to be outside. We settled for combs and a long-handled-hairbrush; the sun would do the job once we got the snarls out of our hair.

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Helen

Seated on towels, we took our time, took turns, extending the experience. Our hair almost dry, we set the brush away and smoothed out our towels for some serious suntanning.

“Would you like some sunblock?” Tammy asked, holding bottle towards me.

“Please.” I took a generous glob and began spreading it over me. Tammy did the same.

I had started to try to spread it over my back when I caught sight of Tammy, one eyebrow raised very high.

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Tammy

Her skin was as flawless as her form and I don’t mind admitting I was finding it thrilling. That my hands began to stray from the ‘strictly-necessary’ to the ‘positively-delightful’ was only to be expected, I think. Helen didn’t object and, when it came my turn, covering my back took much less time than hers had. Her lips met mine and I sighed as her hands made extra, extra sure of my bottom, waist and breasts being sun-safe.

When we broke apart, I took a moment to admire her proud nipples, her breasts heaving just slightly as she tried to catch her breath.

Her hand came up, swept my jaw gently.

“You’re sweet.”

“And you.”

Her jaw went tight, then, blushing and covering her mouth with a hand, she broke into a long yawn.

“I’m sorry…” she started.

“Don’t be. I’m still ‘way jet-lagged, too. We’ve got a long time.”

Her blush fading, kissed my cheek, stretched out on her back on the big beach towel, settled herself and put another towel under her neck as a pillow. She fumbled for her sunglasses, put them on and relaxed.

I joined her, hips almost touching. I found her hand, held it in mind and smiled at the gentle squeeze in return.

This was worth it, the entire trip, just lying in the warm sun with a good friend with no clocks and nothing to intrude.

Helen’s hand slipped out of mine. I started slightly when I felt her hand on my tummy, smiled as it slid lower, gently over my mound and between my lower lips.

Her fingering was very slow, very soft, very patient – as much a token of friendly affection as it was sexual stimulation. I moved my hand, found her labia, smiled that they were already slippery. I tried to match her mood, kept my strokes slow, soft, and fond rather than focused on generating arousal.

I was finding Helen’s gentle, prolonged stimulation intensely pleasurable, but not enough to push me over into orgasm. I knew I could happily spend hours like this, gently floating well under the crest.

Tyson would be along eventually. Until then, we had all the time in the world.

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Helen

She was amazing, I thought. Only another woman could possibly know how to please like this. The warmth of the sun, her soft soft soft fingertip circling, touching, swirling – pleasuring but always keeping me well short of arousal.

I dozed, briefly and occasionally, drifting up to gently awaken to her slow fingers stroking love under the sun. I’m sure she slept on occasion, too, for her hand would sometimes slow and pause entirely for some minutes until she would shift slightly and restart.

Don’t misunderstand. I love sex in all its aspects, but this was the most undemanding, timeless and agreeably pleasurable experience of my life, almost transcendental in its nature. It was sexuality writ calm and peaceful as opposed to compelling and exciting.

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Tyson

It was a pretty island, but not a big one and the side the villa was on was definitely the more pleasant. I’d been strolling maybe an hour and a half, but then I hadn’t hurried.

The palms lay close to the water as I rounded the point and I was enjoying the coolness of the shade when I saw two lovely forms laid out in the sun.

As I got closer, I wasn’t surprised to see a hand across each hip.

I slowed my approach, then stopped. Their expressions of soft, dreamy pleasure were pretty special, deeply moving on an emotional level. The two women looked utterly content. I could have taken a thousand photos and not come close to capturing the peace I felt in the moment.

I shifted to see Tammy’s face better and my shadow fell on Helen’s face.

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Helen

It would be wrong to say that I was ‘aroused’; Tammy’s loving fingers had kept me well short of that, but I was definitely aware of my pussy and the pleasure she was giving me. I’d been floating in a warm ocean of gentle, contemplative sensuality, no worries, no hurries, just feminine patience and presence. Then, a cloud or something…

With the sudden awareness of somebody being there, I opened my eyes to see Tyson half-silhouetted. He waved a soft hello before moving a couple of feet to squat down beside his fiancée, his soft brown eyes fixed on her face. She seemed to be sleeping lightly; his hand came up to caress, but fell without touching her.

My eyes studied the dark heft dangling between his thighs. It wasn’t porn-silly huge, but Tyson was a big man, the day was warm and, yeah, I found it enticing.

I hadn’t expected to be excited by our mutual yoni massage; arousal hadn’t been the point, but I couldn’t deny now, the past hour having been spent gathering and strengthening yin, that the presence of Tyson’s fundamental yang was more than welcome.

I again felt that instinctive heaviness in my loins and breasts, a slight increase in my pulse. It wasn’t remotely lust, just a happy awareness of why having two sexes was a very, very good idea.

Tammy’s eyes opened slowly and a smile grew on her face at the sight of Tyson. After welcoming hugs and kisses, Tyson got busy laying out a towel. I rolled onto it to give him middle spot. He lay down on his back, shifted his body on the sand below the towel to get more comfortable, put his hands behind his head and smiled up at the sky, seemingly perfectly content. His soft manhood shifted, rolled a little across his stomach. He closed his eyes and sighed softly.

Tammy giggled slightly, reached over and drew the tip of her forefinger along its underside. Without moving, Tyson made a soft sound of appreciation, His smile broadened as she repeated her caress and, to my delight, Soft began to turn Hard. Tammy continued to slowly stroke with a gentle finger until he was fully erect.

Banana-thick and stiff enough to project away from those cobblestone abs, his old man had a slight bend towards his stomach. I sensed my libido shifting gears, my insides tingling at the sight.

Without thinking, my hand moved towards it, stopped short. I tore my eyes away to look at Tammy. She surprised me by moving her hand off Tyson and, eyes on mine, stretching out a long forefinger to stop just short of one of my nipples. Any softness left in them vanished in that moment. I could feel my tummy quiver a little before I nodded myself.

All right!

I trembled slightly as her hand engulfed my breast, felt the heat within me. I ran my own forefinger along Tyson’s length. It swayed a little, bobbed up when my finger fell off its head. Tammy laughed softly; her fingers shifted to my other breast and that heat began to blaze.

I ran my hand over Tyson’s strangely-smooth pubis and sex, wondered if he shaved or waxed. I decided that I liked it either way.

Penises fascinate me, hard and blatant compared with a woman’s almost secretive soft depths. I leaned in closer, admired its swollen head and rim, flushed now with the boy’s desire, examined the slightly darker circumcision scar below that. I explored his small slit with a fingertip, traced the veins running along his shaft.

My breath caught when Tammy’s hand enfolded my entire breast, squeezing gently.

Her other hand came to my chin, gently but irresistibly turned me towards her. Her lips were soft as down, her tongue tracing my teeth as she adjusted her position to give Tyson a better view.

Eyes locked on us, he shifted again, a hand coming to rest on each of our heads, caressing lovingly, appreciatively.

I leaning into her lips with my own, inhaled sweet breath.

I’d been with men and with women and enjoyed both, but I couldn’t remember any times which had been so bright, so memorable.

Then she had pulled back, breaking the kiss. Those perfect white teeth nipped my earlobe gently as she whispered one word of promise.

“Later.”

One last quick peck and she’d pulled out of reach. She kept her hand on my breast, gentle but persistent and I relearned the eternal truth that it takes another woman to really please a woman to her full potential.

I rose to my knees, bent my face to Tyson’s cock. My hand pulled it this way and that, softly wiping its swollen head over my cheeks, jaw and cheekbones. I released it, fondled his sac while planting a series of quick kisses along its hardness. Again. Again and his odour filled my head – soap and masculine musk.

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Tyson

A tease, she was. A perfect, skilled, delightful tease. She released my nuts and I felt them pull hard up against my body.

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Tammy

Helen’s nipples grew harder still under my hand and I felt her breathing become more rapid. She gave a soft moan deep, deep in her chest.

Fascinated, I watched as she extended her tongue and gave Tyson’s cock a long series of slow, gentle, broad tongue strokes from root to head, exploring his slit with the very tip of her tongue each time. There was a look of expectant contentment on his face.

I reached down, found my sex, trailed a finger between its outer lips, slid into welcoming womanhood.

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Tyson

Helen’s lips found mine and moved over my face, investigating, teasing, comforting. I grew harder still, felt my butt and abs tighten with pleasure and desire.

Helen’s tongue circled my tip; her happy, sparkling eyes met mine, a brief mischievous grin on her face. Her grin broadened as she leaned up to kiss me briefly.

“Yum!” she whispered, before returning to my engorged rod.

Tammy’s eyes were closed. She had a soft smile on her face as her left hand stroked the underside of Helen’s breasts, her right moving gently between her own legs.

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Helen

I folded my hands together, pressed his cock down against his stomach as my palms moved slowly from balls to head. Again. I smiled to see those amazing abs tightening under his meat.

Tammy’s eyes were closed tightly now, her face flushed, her nostrils wide. I could feel her one hand on my boobs change its caresses as her other hand pleased her sex.

I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around Tyson, lifted him to point towards the sky, sent my hands drifting up and then back down his stiff, silky length while my left hand tenderly stretched his egg-filled sac away from his body.

His cock twitched under my hand. My initial happy chuckle turned to a soft gasp as Tammy’s fingers gave a gently pinch to my nipple, rolling and stretching it.

My tightened my grip on Tyson’s shaft as I dragged his softest skin up and down with my hand. Even his smile now was making me tingle.

I started a little as Ty’s hand touched my hip, caressed my inner thighs, slid further to find labia slick with excitement. I shuddered as his finger probed gently, swirled inside my entrance.

Wrapping both hands around the base of his cock, I took his tip into my mouth, closed my eyes and concentrated his on spongy head, lightly nibbling with my teeth, swirling lips and tongue around and around his stiff rim.

I lowered my head, shivered at the feel of his hardness moving over my lips. Deeper then, more, feeling him at the back of my throat and sucking, pulling back. Down once more, not quite so deep, my tongue on the bottom of his shaft as I pull back, my hands pumping the base of his shaft.

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Tyson

The girl was an expert. Not even Gale back home, with all her experience and enthusiasm, had matched this. I hissed with pleasure, felt myself rising higher and higher, closer and closer, as her fingers tickled behind my sac, pressed firmly to massage my prostate.

My ears filled with soft cries from both women.

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Helen

Close.

So very close.

So very delightful!

Tammy’s knowing hands played my girls perfectly, as only a woman can. At the same time, Tyson’s fingers filled me, turning, stretching, saluting my G-spot, thumb murmuring complements to my clit. A wash of desire, a trembling wave of almost-almost-oh-please-almost!  ran over my skin, toes to scalp.

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Tammy

I sensed the quivers in Tyson’s body, saw the pre-orgasmic tightening of his thighs. I moved my fingers deeper within me, then pulled them out, rubbed my slickness from side to side over my applauding pearl.

I wondered how long I could continue. I desperately needed it to end now, equally badly wanted it to last forever.

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Tyson

Tammy squealed as my hand slid under her, met my other hand at her waist and lifted her bodily off the mattress, placing her kneeling over my face, her sex happy with her girl-juices, her exultant clit just over my lips.

Her squeal became a throaty groan as I sucked her labia with my lips, lashed them with my tongue, sucking and teasing. I felt her nails dig into my chest.

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Helen

I laughed when those massive arms picked up Tammy like a 5′ 10″ teddy bear, gently depositing her on his face. In less than a second, the look on her face changed from What’s This?  to Don’t Stop!  She began to sway and rock slowly back and forth over him. From what I could see of his jaw and throat, Tyson was being an energetic lover.

I felt a surge of excitement at the way Tammy’s breasts were wobbling and bouncing. Barely able to breathe, I switched to pumping his shaft, felt it quiver in one hand.

Yes!

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Tammy

I was drifting through a fog of pleasure, Tyson’s mouth sending me higher, farther with each moment. My eyes closed, I felt the power build within me. I ran my hands over my legs and belly and breasts and face, delighting in a world of carnal bliss.

I shuddered as slim fingers swept my breasts, felt Tyson’s body shift below me. I opened my eyes to see Helen easing herself carefully onto the boy’s engorged organ. It seemed to take forever to fill her and her smile grew broader with each moment, each fraction of an inch further down.

Her eyes opened; her hand rose to caress my cheek. Her smile was as tender as any I had ever seen.

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Tyson

I had always loved how Tammy tasted, like salted female honey. I could hear very little, of course, and see that much less, but I could tell from her movements that I was pleasing her very well.

I wondered for a moment when Helen’s mouth left me, leaving a cooler breeze on my cock, then smiled in satisfaction as I felt her lower herself onto my length.

She felt perfect.

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Helen

No.

He wasn’t too  big. But he was big enough and I felt my walls stretching, then further, to their limit – and gloried in my pussy’s exultant applause.

Tammy opened those beautiful eyes. Together, we bent forward. Lips met lips, tongues danced over tongues and hands swept and caressed eager breasts.

I clung to her soft orbs, anchors in a world of swirling joy as I rolled my hips over Tyson. I lifted myself, dropped back onto him, was pulled down harder by strong hands on my hips, long fingers sinking into my flesh. I growled as I ground my bud over his bare pubis, yelped as his arms lifted me again, his rim distending my ribbed walls, pulled me down harder still.

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Tammy

Helen’s hands were amazing; wherever and however they moved, I could feel them throughout my whole body. I tried to reciprocate properly, but found it hard to believe I could be pleasing her as much as she was me.

Tyson gave a swirling lick over my pearl with the tip of his tongue, followed by a gentle nip with his teeth. I was already exploding as he sucked it out of its swollen hood with his lips, lashed it again with his tongue.

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Tyson

Look, I’m a strong man – all those hours in the gym have paid off – but Tammy’s clutching thighs damned near broke my neck; I could hear her screams even with her thighs blocking my ears.

It was enough. I lifted Helen by the waist, holding her steady just off the ground and began lunging upwards with my hips, driving into her as fast as I could. Her body shook, then she began to quake under my hands before she cried out, shuddering and quivering. I pulled her down hard onto me, very hard, and felt myself throb and heave, emptying my joy into her.

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Helen

It sounded like a bee. No, several bees. A hive? I gradually came awake, the buzzing growing louder, morphing into a faint snore somewhere behind my ear.

My eyes still closed with sleep, not yet willing to move, I sensed warmth, the presence of others.

Oh, and a solid arm on my waist, a hand on my right breast, softly cupping me, not moving. It felt loving, safe, comforting.

Still a mite groggy, it took me a moment to realize my own hand was filled with another breast.

Then the person behind me grunted softly, shifted position just slightly and I knew that it was Tyson lying against my back and bum and that it was Tammy’s slim form spooning in front of me. A Helen sandwich.

I sighed with contentment, wriggled my bottom gently against the boy’s groin behind me and tenderly squeezed Tammy’s breast before dozing off again, a smile on my face.

Today had been eye-opening.

Tomorrow would be even better.

+Thanks for reading! And sincere thanks to Qetesh Hunt for inspiration and beta reading.
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