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  “I’ll cook,” Gwyn called after his retreating form as he raced out the door. Parker waved a hand to indicate he’d heard her, as his long, long, legs ate up the distance to his car.

  Zac was six foot even, but Parker towered over him and it was most obvious in the legs. The man had the long, lean body of a surfer, and it made life interesting when the three of them fucked. Nothing was better than him in Gwyn’s hot, tight cunt, and Parker slamming into his ass. Although, the two of them sharing Gwyn’s cunt was pretty awesome. Their cocks rubbed against each other making it damn hard not to come the moment they were both deep inside her.

  He looked over at Gwyn, aware lust was in his eyes, and she just nodded. “Oh yeah, we’ll do that too, tonight, but Parker’s right, you know. You need to get outside and think about something else for a few hours. Besides, I’ve got a project due in tomorrow and if I’m going to be fucking with you two all night, I really need to go finish it now.”

  She grabbed the last half dozen prawn crackers, waved and was gone.

  He laughed. Yeah they were right. He’d spend the afternoon on the beach, and by evening likely his head would be clear and together the three of them would figure out why his life was currently in the toilet.

  Chapter Two

  Over a Caesar salad they decided to go look for the missing equipment out in the unused part of the golf course property. Ideally, they’d wait until the course closed. But the place was so huge, borrowing a golf cart was the only logical way to check as much area as possible in the ninety minutes between when the course permitted the final patrons to sign in, and when it became dark. If they waited until it was closed and fully dark it’d be too hard to search.

  Parker phoned the golf course and booked to play nine holes at the latest starting time, and an electric cart, then looked at Zac and said, “While we’re waiting I reckon Gwyn and I ought to get you nice and relaxed.”

  Suddenly Zac felt anything but relaxed. His dick hardened painfully, trying to fight its way out of his jeans, and one glance at Gwyn showed she was on-board with the idea too. “I wouldn’t mind being the center of the action. Me in Gwyn and you in me sounds like a mighty fine plan.”

  “Bedroom.” Gwyn’s voice was husky. She turned and led the way. Parker was right behind her. Zac unzipped his jeans, pulled them and his boxers down, then kicked them off his bare feet. His dick was hard as a spike already and he saw no reason to leave his pants on for another second.

  As soon as he entered the bedroom, Parker shoved him up against the wall. Eagerly Zac spread his legs and pushed his ass out. Oh hell yeah, he liked it when Parker got all bossy and dominating like this.

  Zac rested his head on his folded arms, and wiggled his butt as Parked slid a slippery finger deep into his anus. Ah yeah.

  “Ping his prostate, Parker. Let him know we mean him to come very hard more than once tonight,” suggested Gwyn.

  Hell!

  Parker’s finger twisted and turned, then— “Freaking Hell!”

  “I found it,” said Parker unnecessarily.

  “I’m ready. Let’s—” Zac turned to walk across to the bed, where Gwyn was sitting naked, cross-legged, watching Parker arouse him.

  “Not yet.” Parker pushed him back to face the wall and slapped his ass. Twice.

  “Ouch!”

  Zac wouldn’t have believed his dick could get any harder but it did. Then Parker’s fingers were inside him again, twisting and turning, massaging his channel, stretching the opening, making him hotter than hot. Pre-cum filled the eye of his dick and he was more than ready to drive it into Gwyn.

  “Have a heart, you two. I’ll be jerking off all over the wall in a minute!”

  “Okay. I’d hate you to damage my new paintwork.”

  Parker slapped his ass one more time then let him scramble onto the bed.

  Gwyn rolled onto her back and held out her arms to him. Oh yeah. It was like coming home, sliding over her lush body. Her skin was warm and soft, tanned from her hours on the beach except for a paler section around her breasts and low down on her belly. Her muscles were firm but her body feminine and rounded in all the right places, her softness the perfect contrast to the hard walls of muscle that defined Parker.

  He grabbed the condom that was dangling between two of her fingers and hastily rolled it on. God, he wasn’t sure it’d even fit. His dick had never been this big, this hard, before. Finally he was covered and he slid between her legs, holding his cock to her opening, then shoving in, deep, hard. Ah God, so freaking fan-fucking-tastic.

  Zac slid his hands under her shoulders, pulling her upper body hard against him, loving the way she rubbed her breasts against his chest. Every move she made was so sexy. If he wasn’t careful he really would come way too soon.

  Zac bent his head to nuzzle Gwyn’s neck, then licked her skin. She tasted so feminine. Even after they’d been surfing and were sandy and salty, she always had a special, faint, girly flavor he really loved. He licked inside her ear, then sucked on the earlobe. Her cunt was hot and wet, but as he sucked her earlobe he felt more of her cream bathing his cock. Ha! She liked that then! So he did it again.

  Parker’s cock was nudging his ass. Zac was tired of all this foreplay, so he held Gwyn’s ass keeping her tight against him, then slammed his whole body back on Parker’s cock, driving his fuck-buddy deep into his ass until he could feel Parker’s balls jammed against his own skin.

  “Shit! In a hurry, man?” gasped Parker.

  “Just giving you a hint.”

  Gwyn giggled, her laughter bouncing against his chest, making his cock swell even more inside her.

  “Let’s get this show on the road,” said Zac.

  He waited until Parker got into a rhythm, driving in and out of his ass, then matched his strokes into Gwyn with Parker’s thrusting into him. Gwyn’s legs were around them both, her heels pressing into Parker’s sides. It was so goddamn sexy to feel her like this, holding the three of them together. And nothing, absolutely nothing, was better than the three of them together in just this way, all united so closely.

  Sex with his two partners was always good, and he loved a blowjob as much as the next man, but when the three of them joined together like this, it was freaking hard for him not to come within the first ten seconds of them starting to fuck.

  Parker was speeding up the pace now, ramming into his ass, so Zac stayed with him, keeping the beat into Gwyn.

  Gwyn was making little, sexy, moaning, whimpering noises, and her cunt was gripping him like a vise, so he knew she was close. His own dick was ready to burst. He simply couldn’t wait any longer. Zac let go of one of Gwyn’s butt cheeks, sliding the hand that remained there deep into her crack. His other hand he bent behind him, stroking across Parker’s taut muscular ass, an ass that was pumping furiously into him. When his fingers were lined up Zac slammed them hard, two on one hand into Gwyn’s ass, and two on the other into Parker’s.

  Gwyn’s scream nearly shattered his eardrum. Parker’s was more of a deep growl but just as heartfelt. Heat burst through his ass, and Parker’s strokes became ragged. Gwyn’s cunt gripped him and rippled around him, causing his cock to explode inside her. He thrust a few more times, then Parker wrapped his long arms around the three of them and rolled them onto their sides. There they lay, limp, sweaty, panting, waiting for their heart rates to slow back to normal.

  Gwyn recovered her voice first. “Wow, that was some trick. You need to come with a warning label.”

  “Both of you do. Zac’s fingers and your mouth. I may have permanent deafness from that scream.”

  “Yeah, me too. You’re loud, woman.”

  “But it was a neat trick,” said Gwyn kissing him, then leaning up to kiss Parker.

  Zac cuddled them both. It might be kinda girly to hug, but he felt so loved and appreciated by his partners right now. Yeah his life was a mess, his job was likely on the endangered species list, but it was hard to worry, when Gwyn and Parker had just fucked his brains out so
spectacularly.

  ****

  Gwyn and Zac were sitting behind a small hill waiting, when Parker appeared in the electric golf cart, his clubs in the clip behind him. Both of them were carrying large flashlights and Zac also had the video camera slung around his neck. They’d planned their route carefully. As they traveled around the off course area, they searched all the old sand traps and shrubby hazards, walking in under the bushes, checking every side of the small hills and then climbing back onto the golf cart to go look at the next one.

  “I’ve got to get back before closing time,” sighed Parker, “but we’ll try again tomorrow. I’ll let you off as near the exit as I can.”

  But three nights of searching had them find not a single clue. “Not even tracks or anything,” said Zac dispiritedly. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

  “There’s only the lake left and we said all along that would be a good hiding place,” said Gwyn. “So wear your wetsuit tomorrow.”

  “And bring a mesh bag for all the golf balls we’ll find. At least we’ll make a killing selling second-hand golf balls.” But he wasn’t smiling. How would he ever get another job with a dishonesty charge hanging over him? No one wanted a groundsman with a less-than-perfect record. The opportunities for theft were so great.

  “I think we should all meet on the beach in half an hour. We need to cheer our Zac up a tad. We’ll just go home and get our swimming gear first, and I need to drop off my golf clubs,” said Parker.

  “You really ought to both keep a spare swimsuit at my place,” said Gwyn.

  “Good idea. Actually we should do that,” agreed Zac, climbing into his car which he’d left parked outside Gwyn’s cottage.

  It didn’t take him more than five minutes to change into his favorite board shorts, grab a towel, change of underwear, and his jeans and t-shirt, and be back in his car heading to Gwyn’s house again. Yes, it really would make sense to leave swimwear and a change of clothes there. They all seemed to spend a lot of time at her place since it was right on the beach. His garage apartment was tiny and in the heart of the little town, and Parker had the manager’s apartment at the motel, which was hardly bigger than a standard motel room.

  Although it was full dark now there was a moon rising in the sky and plenty of phosphorescence off the waves, so it was easy to see Gwyn sitting on the sand, her knees pulled up under her chin.

  She was so sweet and sexy. He couldn’t imagine not seeing her every day. All those years as they were growing up she’d been his buddy, his friend, his first female lover. But now she was so much more than that. She and Parker meant everything to him. More than fuck-buddies, more than friends. He really, truly loved them. Both of them! Wow!

  And the fact that they were both giving up night after night to help him try to sort out this mess his life had suddenly descended into, proved how totally awesome they both were. He just wished he knew what the fucking hell was going on at the golf club. No one had said anything to him. The frustration was eating at him, driving him insane.

  He stood on the top of the dune and looked back at the golf course. He could see it behind the row of houses. First the bushes and shrubs, then the rolling, manicured lawns he’d spent three very happy years caring for. In front of him was the sea. Miles and miles and miles of ocean rolling in and out: endless, timeless, peaceful. Tonight there wasn’t much surf, just enough to give the water a bit of froth and lift. To his right and left the sandy beach curved around to rocky headlands. Many times the three of them had walked north along the sand, climbing the rocks around the point, getting totally wet on the way, then reaching the main, crowded foreshore beach. This smaller beach was so much better. Wider, cleaner, quieter. And the surf was always better here too.

  Parker drove up, and left his car outside Gwyn’s, then loped across the dirt road to join Zac on the top of the dune. “Purty, ain’t it?”

  “Sure is.”

  Gwyn stood at the foot of the dune. “Tide’s out and there’s not much surf. “Want to swim south around the headland to the tiny cove? We haven’t been there in ages.”

  Zac gazed at the tide critically. “Yeah we should have plenty of time. I don’t particularly want to have to climb back over the rocks like the time we got caught there as teenagers.”

  “Oh that was funny. Although the cuts I got all over my legs and feet from the rocks weren’t so funny,” said Gwyn.

  “At least you didn’t rip the seat out of your swimsuit. I thought Mom was going to kill me when she saw my brand new board shorts when we got back,” said Parker.

  Laughing and talking they strode out into the sea, then set out with confident, easy strokes. The technique needed was to stay far enough away from the rocks, not to get pulled too close by the water, but not so far out you needed to swim a long way out then back in. But Zac had lived here all his life, and although the tide was slightly different every time, he was able to gauge the pull of the water.

  Twenty minutes later they were all flopping down on the sand in the tiny cove. Gwyn rested her head on Zac’s lap as they caught their breath, then chatted quietly. But just the feel of her soft skin on his thighs was making his dick jump with joy. Of course Gwyn noticed. She slid her hand into his board shorts and cupped his dick, stroking its length, then tugging on it gently.

  “Don’t tease, Gwyn,” he groaned.

  “Oh I’m not teasing,” she replied, then pulled his shorts down farther, and sucked his cockhead into her mouth.

  Zac laid down flat and let her pull his board shorts off. He spread his legs wider and thrust up into her mouth. “Oh God, that feels good.”

  Parker kneeled behind Gwyn, and cupped his hands on her breasts, pushing her bikini top out of his way. Zac’s eyes were almost popping out of his head, watching Parker’s fingers twist and play with Gwyn’s nipples. Hesitantly he slid his hand into Gwyn’s bikini bottom and sank a finger into her cunt. “God you’re wet. And I don’t mean with sea water either,” he said as her muscles clenched around his finger.

  “Okay, let’s get rid of some clothing,” said Parker, standing up and dropping his board shorts. Gwyn removed her bikini top and pants, then sat down again over Zac. This time she leaned forward, letting Parker slide his cock into her cunt from behind.

  “Pull out before you come,” she warned. “I’ve had the injection, but a little extra protection doesn’t hurt.”

  “Sure,” he agreed.

  Zac’s spine tingled and his dick bounced in Gwyn’s mouth. Once again he placed a finger in her cunt, feeling her muscles tug it, loving the way he could stroke Parker’s cock and her clit simultaneously, all while watching them both and having her suck him. So many different things happening at once was very arousing. Erotic, carnal. Awesome.

  Gwyn’s hands were on his cock, stroking, touching, pressing the long vein, feeding his dick into her mouth and down her throat, then cupping and rolling his balls while she nibbled across his cock-head. Damn she was good.

  His spine was tingling. His balls were drawn up tight. He slid his finger farther into her cunt, touching Parker’s cock, pressing on his pulsing vein, then pinched Gwyn’s clit. She bit down on his cock-head and a shard of intense pleasure/pain scrambled his brain. His dick exploded in her mouth and his eyes slammed shut as his hips thrust into her mouth over and over again.

  He opened his eyes quickly, not wanting to miss the sight of Gwyn’s face as she came. Her eyes were shut and her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she panted with her orgasm. She was leaning back on his legs, now, licking his dick, and Parker was shooting his cum onto her breasts. He’d never seen anything sexier in his life before than two cocks coming on her like that, until she leaned forward and licked Parker’s cock while his was still in her mouth. Another jet of cum released from him as he watched Parker spurt into her mouth.

  “Freaking hot,” he groaned.

  “Hell yes,” said Parker.

  Parker dropped to the sand and they cuddled for a while as they relaxed.
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  “Just as well we don’t come here too often. I don’t know if I’ve got the strength to swim back,” he joked.

  “It’s that or the rocks,” replied Parker.

  “We’ll swim,” said Gwyn firmly.

  ****

  Since checking the lake would take a while, and be easier with daylight, they decided to go immediately after work, wear wetsuits, videotape their every move, and hope no one complained or stopped them.

  Parker was to do the taping as he was the least experienced scuba diver, and also the tallest so able to stand in deeper water to show what was happening.

  At the last minute Zac had gone back to Ed’s Electronics and bought an underwater still camera to take shots of the bottom of the lake. They decided not to touch any golf balls they saw. Zac didn’t want this to look like he was doing it for financial advantage.

  They established a grid pattern, swimming parallel to each other, north to south about a yard apart, then back south to north.

  Zac felt sure if they found anything it would be in the center of the lake, apart from a million golf balls, which he expected to find throughout. As it happened he was both right and wrong. The first lawnmower and trailer were not even ten feet into the lake. And the fact there was only one lone golf ball on the trailer proved it had not been there very long.

  The second one was another twenty feet farther in, much closer to the center. Zac and Gwyn swam around and around the equipment, Gwyn as his witness while he took lots of pictures and Parker video-taping from waist deep water with the camera on its highest level of zoom.

  By the time Gwyn and Zac got out of the lake and sat on towels drying in the sun, Parker had called the police and the golf course management.

  “You could have put them there yourself and just said you found it,” said the Sergeant.

  “Why would he? Has anyone else been looking for the missing gear? Or did the manager just claim it all on insurance?” she asked.