Salt and sand and I can taste him in my mouth. I can smell her hair and her sunscreen, and I can still feel her fingers on my skin.
The ocean was warm, at least in the bay, and the wind was enough to keep us moving without too much work. It was early enough in the day that the beach by the lighthouse was empty, and I aimed for it as I held the rudder straight.
His laugh and his hands were enough for me to want him. Her neck and her joy were enough as well. When he trailed his fingers through the water, I felt them on my tongue, and when she lay back in the sun, I was the light in her eyes.
The tension that filled our small boat as we ran up the beach was one of various directions: he only liked men, she preferred me, and I was thirsty for the middle. All of which led us to a blanket and bare skin with kisses back and forth until fingers joined the fun.
“Have you fucked before?” he asked, kissing my neck as she teased my stomach with her tongue.
“Never,” I said, touching her cheek as she looked up with needy eyes.
“How about you two? You’ve known each other forever,” she said.
“Just over the phone,” he said.
“Just in my dreams,” I said.
When they kissed my neck, I fell back against the warm sand and wrapped my arms around them. Her lips were cherry, his were honey, and I moved between them with growing hunger. I felt him hard against my thigh as I gripped her ass and listened to her moans before he moved up and she moved down.
I took him in my hand for the very first time, and he tugged on my hair with playful demand. As I opened my mouth, she did the same, and all I knew was desire.
I wanted his cock like I wanted to breathe, and I wrapped my hands around him as I sucked him between my lips, licking his head and drawing him to me. Salt and sea overwhelmed me as I drowned in him, needing as much as I could take and then more. He thrust his hips, unable to hold back, and I choked blissfully while she teased me with her tongue.
As he knelt by my side, holding me tightly while he slowly fucked my mouth, she moved up to straddle me. I could feel him pulsing as I struggled for more, but as she slipped up and down against me, I had to let him go to survive.
“That’s so fucking hot,” she moaned, hovering over me with my cock barely inside her.
“I’ve never wished for a cunt so badly,” he moaned, thrusting back into my mouth. “Fuck him so I can pretend.”
As I gagged again, I felt her envelop me, and I was reborn as something else.
His urgent demands were intoxicating as I let him use me, and her body was warm and wet and impossibly alive. She rode me as he watched, taking me into her again and again, and I sank through the blanket, beneath the sand, and back into the ocean where pleasure was the only thing I knew.
When he cried out my name, I gripped his cock as I tasted and devoured his come like it was my last night on earth. I slurped and licked, wanting the mess and the need like a summer storm at night.
His release came with a hint of primal possession as he pressed his cock against my swollen lips.
And as I tasted salt and love, she pressed her hands against my chest and squeezed me as she took me inside her. She kissed my painted lips, scratched my skin, and began to quiver and clench as I too began to come. Her tongue found my chin and her teeth my neck while he kissed my shoulder and pressed his body against me. I gripped her ass and arched my back, wishing I was her and him and the waves that watched us.
When she let go, falling against me with sweat and tears, I held them both.
Out past the dunes, a few fishermen waved as they puttered past, and the ocean felt somehow like home. Our three naked bodies became wind and foam, and our consummated love turned to grass and shell. His breath was my breath, and her touch indistinguishable from my own.
As I closed my eyes, I felt the waves wash over us again and again, pulling the ground from beneath us before carrying us out to sea.