Three for the Road

by Brown, Berengaria

  “Get your mind out of the gutter. I want to see the scenery. The waves, the sand—”

  “The nude men?”

  “Chris, behave. You can drive. That way we’ll know where your hands are,” said Robert.

  Jenni quickly hopped on the bike behind Chris, leaving Robert to travel in the sidecar.

  For the next hour, they drove along side roads and dirt tracks, reveling in the freedom the bike gave them, enjoying the scenery. Even if Chris did make a longish stop at the nudist beach.

  Chapter Three

  When they returned to the trailer park it was still too early for bed, although darkness had fallen. Fortunately, the park lighting was good enough for them to walk around to get their bearings. The recreation room was fairly basic, but it did have a couple of table tennis tables with paddles and balls, so Jenni challenged them to a game. First Chris, who she beat twenty-one to three; then Robert, who was more of a challenge, but still not good enough to beat her. She won that match twenty-one to eleven.

  “Now you two play.”

  “This will be a walk-over. I’m gonna wipe the floor with you, man.”

  “Only because you’ve had a rest and I just played a game,” replied Robert.

  “Well that argument didn’t work for me. I beat you both,” taunted Jenni.

  After some more male posturing, and a few showy slice shots that neither of them executed successfully, they settled down and played a good game. The ending was predictable though, Robert winning twenty-one to twelve.

  “Let’s go back to the RV now,” suggested Chris, linking arms with Jenni on his left and Robert on his right.

  “You just don’t want me to explain how much better a player I am than you,” teased Robert.

  “Yeah, but I’m the one who’ll be on top, fucking you in bed,” Chris replied.

  “Oooh, sounds awesome. Can I watch?” asked Jenni, her panties already dampening at the thought of watching her two men in action.

  “Sweetie, you’ll be right there underneath Robert.”

  “Well if I’m on the bottom, you two better have your weight on your knees and elbows or I’ll be crushed like a bug under you both,” she replied only half-joking.

  “Yeah, likely I need to rethink that. Maybe standing up would be better,” Chris said.

  “There might be kids around. Let’s take this conversation inside,” Robert said, hurrying them through the trailer park back to the RV.

  “Good point.” Jenni couldn’t get the picture of Chris pounding into Robert’s ass out of her mind. She wasn’t sure whether she preferred to watch them, or be part of it. Either would be incredibly hot.

  The moment they were inside the RV, the door was locked and the curtains drawn. They wanted no risk of children observing their activities.

  Robert turned a light on in the living area, which gave enough illumination for them to find lube and condoms and get undressed, then Robert backed Jenni up against the bathroom door and sucked a breast into his mouth.

  He sucked hard on it, holding her steady with his right hand on her hip. His left hand was on her other breast, massaging the globe, running a thumb over her nipple.

  Jenni widened her stance, her breath hitching as cream dampened her thighs at the erotic pull on her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair, partly enjoying the silky texture, but mostly just needing to hold onto him as he worked her breasts and cranked up the sexual tension inside her.

  Robert pressed his cock against her belly and need exploded in her. She could feel Chris’ fingers moving in Robert’s ass. She could actually feel every twitch and turn, every slide and stroke Chris did in Robert’s ass.

  Against her belly, Robert’s cock grew and strained in response. He lifted his head from her breasts and kissed her mouth, his tongue thrusting deep inside, mimicking what his cock would be doing very soon.

  Jenni leaned into him, pressing her breasts to his chest, tangling her own tongue with his, rubbing her belly over his cock. Through her skin and his, she could still sense Chris at work loosening and stretching Robert’s ass.

  They broke apart to drag air into their lungs, and Robert gasped. “Enough already. My balls are blue. Let’s change the action up a step here.”

  He grasped his cock in one hand and Jenni’s hip with the other to guide himself inside her. As he slid home Jenni sighed in pleasure. “Feels so good.” Deliberately she gripped his shaft with her internal muscles.

  “Shit, sweetie, you should come with a fire danger rating!”

  Robert snugged his cock balls-deep in her, then spread his legs so Chris could enter him from behind.

  Chris pressed his cock against the tight puckered rosette of Robert’s anus and popped through the ring of muscles easily.

  Jenni stretched her arms out around Robert to rest them on Chris’ hips. Once again she could feel everything, could feel the pressure of Chris pressing into Robert, could feel Robert adjusting to Chris’ entry.

  “It’s like I’m part of you. I’ve never experienced anything so—so carnal, before.”

  “You are part of us, sweetie. And it only gets better from here. You’ll get even hotter when we start to move. Guaranteed,” said Robert.

  “Fuck yeah.” Chris withdrew a little then pushed back in. Working as a team, the two men withdrew and pressed in together, cranking the pace and fury up until they were jack hammering, Chris into Robert and Robert into Jenni, in perfect unison.

  Jenni was stunned by the force and the passion of the sex. A huge orgasm was coiling in her belly, the spiral tentacles of need reaching to her extremities. But the men were pumping so fiercely, so harshly, all she could do was hang on for the ride. She was glad of the sturdy door at her back to keep her upright as she clung to Chris’ hips, her nails digging deep into his flesh. He would probably have bruises tomorrow; but then, her back may well be bruised too. Right now she didn’t care. All she cared about was experiencing this raw, male, animal passion that was spiking lust inside her in a way nothing ever had. The air was almost foggy with the clouds of testosterone she sensed around her, but she wouldn’t have called a halt to the fucking for any money in the world. It was hot. It was harsh. It was the best sex she’d ever had in her life.

  Robert bent forward and bit down on her neck at the tender place where it joined her shoulder. That tipped her over the edge into orgasm. Jenni threw back her head and screamed as the orgasm within her burst out in a torrent of hot lava, through her belly, up her body, and out the top of her head, almost blowing her skull off it was so powerful.

  She felt the heat of Robert’s release filling the condom in her cunt as her head rested against the bathroom door.

  Then she felt a massive thrust as Chris exploded in Robert’s ass. Chris pushed hard into Robert, Robert into her and their combined force into the bathroom door.

  With a squeal of hinges that drowned out Jenni’s scream, the door parted company with its frame, and crashed back into the tiny bathroom.

  All three staggered forward into the room, still joined together.

  Jenni fell backward collapsing onto the facilities in a sitting position, with Robert draped over her and Chris over him.

  There was a moment of stunned silence then banging on the side of the RV. “Hey! What’s going on in there?” demanded an angry, male voice.

  Robert, ever the quick thinker, replied, “Sorry. I fell into the bathroom door and it broke. The little woman was in there and she got a fright.”

  The man laughed then said, “I’m in the blue trailer just south of you. If you want to borrow some tools to fix it tomorrow, let me know.”

  “Thanks, buddy. I’ll do that,” replied Robert, disentangling himself from Chris and Jenni. Jenni jumped up and ran to the bed, throwing herself onto it and stuffing the corner of the pillow in her mouth as she laughed until tears ran down her cheeks soaking the pillow.

  Chris looked at Robert. “What the hell?”

  “Damned if I know. Women are strange.”
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  “Where are you going?” Chris asked as Jenni placed a tote bag on the little table while she rummaged in the refrigerator and emerged holding a bottle of water.

  She plopped a sunhat on her head, dropped the water into her tote and smiled at him making his heat beat faster.

  “You know that little beach about half a mile up the road? I’ll be there. You do your guy stuff with the door, and come get me when you’re done.”

  Robert was sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in front of him, his jaw hanging open, watching her. She waved happily to them both, then jumped lightly down from the RV without bothering about summoning the platform.

  “Were we just stood up?” he asked Robert.

  “Yep, but in the nicest possible way.”

  “I like Jenni a lot, but I don’t understand her.”

  “No man ever born understands women, Chris. But don’t worry about it, she still likes us. Some women would have freaked out last night, but she just laughed.”

  “Yeah, she does that a lot. Laughs, I mean. She’s not just hot; she’s a very easy-going sort of person as well. I’m glad she agreed to come on this road trip with us.”

  “Me too. But we’d better get that door fixed this morning or she may become less easy-going,” Robert said, putting his cup in the sink. “The big tool kit is behind the seats in the truck cab, isn’t it?”

  “Yep. Lower the platform and we’ll use it as an adjustable-height workbench to fix this sucker.”

  The man who’d banged on their wall the previous night, Jeff, wandered over from his trailer to help them, and VJ and Pearce, another couple staying in the trailer park, also helped, so the door was fixed and re-hung very quickly. Will’s dad had provided two spare sets of door hinges in the tool kit.

  “He was a very thorough workman. Everything is well done,” Jeff said as he examined some of the shelves.

  “Come and see these drawers,” said Chris. “They’re really neat.”

  “Having a sidecar on the hog is a nifty idea, too,” said VJ. “We always thought if we got a woman we’d have to get a second bike, but a sidecar is a good solution. Be great for transporting stuff as well as people.”

  Chris nodded at VJ and shared a look with him. Well, well, he and Pearce like a little ménage action too. Who’da guessed!

  Faster than he could have imagined, they had fixed the door, tidied up their tools, and changed into swimsuits. Wearing flip-flops and baseball caps, and carrying their towels, they locked the RV and headed toward the little beach.

  “So…um… D’you think she really likes us. I mean really likes us?” Chris asked.

  “Fuck, yeah. If she didn’t, she’d have been asking us to take her to the nearest airport last night so she could go home. Instead, she lay on the bed and laughed.”

  “Yeah, but this morning she didn’t talk to us or anything. She just went off by herself.”

  “Trust me. If she was mad at you or me she would have shown us. I’ve got two sisters, and Dad and I always knew when either of them was mad.”

  “I guess.” Chris was silent for a while, thinking. “I want her to stay with us. I hope this road trip, vacation, whatever it is, makes her want to be with us forever.”

  Chris spoke from his heart. He knew he wasn’t a deep thinker like Robert. Wasn’t as smart as him either and he didn’t quite know how to express himself right now, but he knew Robert would understand. He and Robert always understood each other. It was one of their very special connections.

  They’d been together for three years now. Chris could still remember as clearly as if it were yesterday, the day Robert had joined the company. Old Fred Jobbins had been showing Robert around, and they’d met in the break room.

  Robert had been wearing navy dress pants and a shirt the exact blue of his eyes. Chris had fallen in lust with him at that moment. And pretty much nothing had changed. A single look from him still had Chris’ cock almost breaking his zipper in its need to get out and into the other man’s ass. The lust had now turned to love. Not soppy, girly, mushy stuff, but a genuine appreciation and understanding of his partner, and a desire to be together forever.

  Chris had been prepared to ignore the part of him that liked women as well as men. What he had with Robert was too good to risk losing by admitting he was still interested in the occasional female. Finding out that Robert felt the same as he about a woman was truly the icing on the cake. And now, it looked as though Jenni would be the one to make them a family. Hell, he was a lucky man. Lucky in love, indeed.

  Chris shot a look over his shoulder. No one behind them. No one in front of them. He grabbed Robert and pulled him into his arms. “I love you, man. You know that, don’t you?”

  He leaned forward and plunged his tongue into Robert’s mouth. Their noses knocked together, teeth clashed, and lips locked purposefully and passionately.

  Chris’ cock was instantly harder than marble. He pressed it into Robert’s, only to discover Robert’s was an equally hard ridge in his swim shorts. Swiveling his hips, he rubbed across Robert’s cock several times while they continued to kiss. Finally, needing to take a breath, they pulled apart.

  “Damn. I’d like to push you up against the nearest tree and fuck you.”

  “I’d like that, too, but getting thrown into jail wasn’t on the itinerary for this trip,” Robert replied running his hand over Chris’ cock.

  “Yeah, you’re right. Plus Jenni’d be pissed if she had to bail us out.”

  “Oh yeah, she’d be mad all right. But I reckon she’d still make bail for us,” said Robert with a grin.

  ****

  The little beach they’d seen from the bike yesterday looked even prettier up close. Jenni kicked off her sandals and dug her toes into the sand, enjoying its coarse texture against the softer skin of the tops of her feet. She took a deep breath in, reveling in the scents of lush foliage overlaid with the salty tang of the sea. “Awesome,” she said jumping down the sand dune onto the beach proper.

  She lay her towel at the foot of the dune and rested back against its rounded side, uncaring that it was getting into her hair, as she fanned her face with her sunhat.

  At first, she wondered why there weren’t more people on the beach, then she noticed how the water quickly became a darker color close to shore, and guessed the beach shelved fast into deep water.

  “Awesome,” she said again throwing her hat and sundress onto her towel with her sandals. Then she giggled, remembering how Janet at work always complained that she said awesome far too often. “Awesome!” she yelled defiantly at the top of her voice, and ran down to the sea.

  The water was deliciously cool on her hot skin and did indeed become deep very close to the shore. To Jenni’s mind, that was a positive thing as it meant she could swim parallel with the shore and not need to go too far out.

  Jenni swam up and down for awhile, then came ashore at the other end of the little beach and walked back to her towel along the sand, stopping to pick up a few pretty shells and interesting pebbles along the way.

  She shook the sand off her towel and rubbed her hair a little. Although her hair was very long and thick, she knew it would dry easily in the sun.

  “Hmm, I’m not sure how I’ll wash it in that little shower. I wonder if they’ve fixed the door yet.”

  Jenni couldn’t help laughing at the image of them last night, falling through the door right at the climax of the most stupendous orgasm she’d ever had. “Oh. My. God. I wonder what that man thought was happening.”

  Still giggling, she settled on her towel again to sort through her collection of shells and pebbles. Then she built a sand castle using her collection to decorate it. She was just placing a shell on her castle when she noticed a woman standing on top of the sand dune. While Jenni watched, the woman laid on her side then rolled down the dune. No sooner had she reached the bottom when she stood and ran back up the dune to do it again.

  Jenni jumped to her feet and walked over to the
woman. “I’m Jenni and that looked like fun. May I please join you?”

  “Of course. I haven’t done this since I was a kid. It gives you a great rush. Almost like sex. By the way, I’m Yasmin.” The woman giggled then looked a little apprehensively at Jenni.

  Jenni grinned. “Awesome! Let’s do it.”

  Half an hour later, hot, sweaty and covered in sand, they were bent over laughing at the picture they made, and shaking sand off themselves.

  “Time for a swim,” Jenni suggested.

  “Race you in.”

  They splashed around near the edge for awhile, trying to get the sand off, then swam companionably up and down until Jenni heard a piecing whistle from the shore.

  Chris and Robert had arrived. They dropped their towels, flip-flops and hats then raced to the water’s edge. Robert dived in rather splashily; Chris waded out to meet Jenni and Yasmin.

  The four of them ducked and dived, splashed and played, for a long time, then sat on their towels in the sunshine to dry off. Jenni pulled a hairbrush out of her tote and began untangling her hair while they talked.

  As she braided it into a long plait, Chris said, “Your fingers move so fast. However do you do that?”

  Jenni laughed. “Years and years of practice I guess.”

  “It’s more than that. I’ve tried to learn how to do a French pleat but it’s never neat like that. And you don’t even have a mirror to watch in.”

  “I can teach you if you’d like. Do you live here? Where are you staying?” Jenny asked Yasmin.

  “I’ve hired a trailer at the trailer park for a couple of nights. Everything I own is in my car. I was made redundant recently, and I thought, ‘Fuck it, I’ll travel until I run out of money, then wherever I end up, I’ll find a job’.”

  “Yeah, why not. If you want to travel you may as well do it,” said Robert.

  “How about we have a cook-out tonight?” suggested Chris. “You can come, can’t you? And we’ll ask the guys who helped us fix the door. It’ll be good to just relax around a fire.”