On this journey into lust-filled waters, two men and a young woman embark on an early morning fishing trip, where they catch an erotic experience far bigger than any dared to desire.

The lake was beautiful at sunrise. Getting up at 5 a.m. had not been fun, but I was so excited about the possibilities for later in the day that I didn’t care about losing a little sleep. Angelo’s boat was smaller than I’d expected, but that, too, was perfectly fine with me. I wasn’t looking to put space between myself and my two companions; that would have been contrary to the whole outing.

Ostensibly, this was a fishing trip for Martin and Angelo, and a chance for me to take some nice scenic photos. But something else was bound to happen on the boat that day, given the sexual tension that had been building among the three of us. The fact is: I love a good threesome. I find two partners more exciting and more satisfying than one. I hoped Angelo and Martin would be game, and I had reason to be confident.

We all work at the same supermarket. Angelo, the store’s produce manager, is tall, dark and handsome, with a combination of quiet confidence and unassuming charm that appealed to me from the day I first met him. He’s forty-eight, which makes him quite a bit older than I am, but I’ve never been one to worry about age differences. By comparison, Martin, who works in the store’s meat department, is a few years younger than me. He’s fair and blond, with a superb physique. He and Angelo both turn me on, each in his own way. After hearing lots of stories over the months about their fishing trips, I decided to act.

“Why don’t you guys invite me along?” I asked when they came over to my deli counter for a snack one day.

Angelo looked surprised. “Do you like to fish?”

“Not in the slightest,” I admitted. “But I could take pictures of the lake. You know I’m into photography.”

“It’s an amazing place at dawn,” Martin said, clearly in favor of the idea. “You’d get some killer shots.”

“Have to get up really early though,” Angelo cautioned. “And it gets hot out there. Not much shade.” There was a note of reluctance in his voice, as if he feared he might talk me out of it. Fat chance!

“I’ll wear my bathing suit and work on my tan,” I countered. “If I get too hot, I’ll jump in the water.”

The men exchanged a look. I knew they thought I was sexy; I’d heard it through the proverbial grapevine. Besides, it was pretty obvious from the way they looked at me. I’ve got a nice figure — slender yet curvy, with breasts on the large side. Martin, who tends to wear his emotions on his sleeve, was grinning hopefully and looking at Angelo. The older man broke into a smile and said, “How about next week?”

I moved my off-day to theirs — a Wednesday; the guys said the experience wasn’t as good on busy weekends. Then I had only to wait and anticipate.

On Wednesday morning at dawn, I met them in the store parking lot. I climbed into Angelo’s truck — Martin was in back — and off we went, towing the boat on a trailer. Half an hour later, we arrived at the lake. The sun was peeking over the cliffs as we puttered away from the dock. We cleared the no-wake zone, and Angelo increased the throttle. My long, dark hair whipped back from my face as we raced off to find a private fishing spot. We could have stopped anywhere, though; there wasn’t another soul in sight.

I was wearing my favorite short-shorts and a tight tank top over my bikini. The shorts barely covered my butt, and the tank revealed not just the outline of my bikini underneath, but the shape and fullness of my breasts, as well. I caught Martin staring and grinned to let him know I didn’t mind. Angelo tried to be more discreet, but he, too, was taking stock of my attributes. I looked forward to giving them quite a bit more to stare at.

We swept around a curve in the lake, then another, leaving the dock far behind. Finally, Angelo found a spot he liked and cut the motor. In the sudden silence, I surveyed our surroundings, which were spectacular. Rugged cliffs on either side rose into the pure blue sky. While my companions got busy with their fishing rods, I snapped away with my camera, momentarily distracted from my ultimate purpose. The secluded and intimate feel of the place soon worked its magic on me, however, and I put the camera away. The sun, higher now, blazed down on us, heating my skin and encouraging the sense of unabashed sensuality that had taken hold of me.

Angelo and Martin had their backs turned as they cast their lines out over the water, so they didn’t see me strip to my bikini. I lay down on my towel and was applying sunscreen when Martin looked over, followed by Angelo. Suddenly, it seemed a lot hotter on that boat. I could practically feel my companions undressing me the rest of the way with their eyes.

“Out here,” ventured Martin, “a girl wouldn’t even need to leave her swimsuit on. You could go for that all-over tan.”

That was a brazen step in the right direction! I playfully countered, “So could you.” Encouraged by his expression, I added, “I’ll do it if you guys will.”

It took them about two seconds to make up their minds. Then they put their fishing rods down and stripped bare. Martin was chiseled and hunky, with a super-cute ass. Angelo was in good shape, too, despite being almost twice as old as his friend. His cock, long and thick, sprang from a thatch of dark pubic hair, while Martin had shaved off his pubes completely. I untied my bikini, shimmied out of the bottom, and tossed the garment aside. Then I turned onto my stomach and held the sunscreen out. “Do my back for me?”

Angelo took the lead, but he let Martin help. Four hands roamed over my back, down to the top of my butt. One of the men — I’m not sure which — ventured a little farther south, and when I didn’t object, he kept going, massaging my bottom with sunscreen. His buddy got into the act, too, so that they each had one of my cheeks to work on. When their fingers slipped into my crack, coming ever so close to my pussy and asshole, I quivered with excitement.

At last they sat back, each with an erection that bobbed in the sunlight. “You two haven’t caught a single fish today,” I teased. “But it doesn’t matter. You’ve caught me instead.” I sat up, reached for Angelo’s cock and curled my hand around its hefty circumference. Martin’s stiff manhood was also within reach, so I took hold of it with my other hand. The men moved closer, and I began stroking and fondling their turgid pricks. Angelo sighed with pleasure when I bent to take his crown between my lips. Martin, waiting his turn, stroked my hair and my shoulders while watching me go down on his friend. I lowered my mouth over Angelo’s hard-on and dipped forward, taking his impressive length nice and slow until I didn’t think I could swallow another inch. When I eased back and bobbed forward again, I found I could take him deeper, then deeper still, until my lips brushed the bristly base of his cock. After a minute or two, I switched over to Martin, first licking up the drop of pre-come that seeped from the crest of his dick, then dipping low to engulf his shaft. The younger man moaned and coiled my hair around his fingers. I was still fondling Angelo’s cock with my free hand, and he began to caress my breasts, which made my nipples hard and pebbly in no time. He bent to kiss and suck them, his technique gentle yet urgent, and my cunt, which was already wet, turned positively molten.

Eager for some direct stimulation, I positioned myself on all fours and spread my knees while I continued to suck Martin’s cock. Angelo saw the opportunity I was presenting him and promptly moved around back to survey my exposed pussy from behind. First, there was the sublime sensation of the sun’s rays, hot and tingly on my private parts; then Angelo closed in and pressed his mouth to my dripping cleft. I shuddered with delight when I felt his tongue slide into me. Even with Martin’s cock in my mouth, I moaned loud enough to attract attention, if there had been any other boaters nearby. Fortunately, we still had the lake to ourselves, so I didn’t try to suppress my noises of satisfaction. Angelo fed off my pleasure and licked me with greater ardor, snaking his tongue up and down my folds and twirling it around my swollen clit. Meanwhile, I continued to pleasure Martin by sucking his rod and toying with his balls. The unexpected smoothness of his skin down there was a definite turn-on; I found myself slurping on his shaft so vigorously that I made the boat pitch and roll in the water.

It was right about then that Angelo decided the time had come to give me a proper fucking. He looked around first — still no one in sight — then straightened up on his knees behind me, slotted his prick in the groove of my pussy, and eased inside. “Hell yes,” I said with a gasp, the words bursting out of me. “Your cock feels so freaking good.” I fell silent, unable to speak for a moment as I acclimated myself to the weight and breadth of Angelo’s erection deep within my cunt. Then, catching my breath, I swallowed up Martin’s cock again, while Angelo gripped my ass in both his hands and rocked forward. The force of his thrusts made Martin’s penis slide in and out of my mouth. The two men found a rhythm as they powered into me from the back and front, and as their fervor increased, so did mine. I was soon on the cusp of an orgasm that, when it came, proved so intense that I couldn’t keep a scream of jubilation from escaping my lips. The clutching palpitations of my pussy made Angelo come, too. He pounded against my backside a few more times, then cried out sharply and emptied his balls into my sex.

When he pulled out, I turned over, lay back against the boat’s deck and welcomed Martin on top of me. He lay between my knees and slid his prick into my sloppy cunt with a sigh of happiness. Naturally, he felt different inside me than Angelo had — the latter possessing a thicker, heavier cock, compared to Martin’s more streamlined organ — but both men knew how to use their tools. Martin sucked on my nipples while he drove his dick in and out of my pussy, and I was soon on the verge of coming again. When he suddenly straightened into more of a sitting position, I put my legs up against his chest and hooked my ankles over his shoulders. In this position, Martin was able to tweak my clit with his fingers, and he soon had me seeing stars. Then Angelo, fully erect again, brought his cock toward my lips. Greedily, I took his tumescence into my mouth, tasting my own juices on him.

As I blew Angelo and bucked against Martin’s eager thrusts, I experienced a kind of pre-orgasmic rapture that took my breath away. The fugue lasted only until Angelo’s cock erupted, which came about a dozen thrusts later. My mouth filled rapidly with his semen, and I was still swallowing it all up when Martin climaxed, too. I felt the powerful spurting of his cock as he came deep in my sex. Before I knew it, I was in the throes of my second orgasm of the morning. Martin bent over me, grunting out his pleasure, and I held on to his brawny sun-warmed back as our sweaty bodies undulated in sweet release.

We didn’t have any fish when we returned to the dock, but I had definitely hooked my two friends on the pleasures of three-way sex. The store was super busy the next few days, so I didn’t get a chance to talk to Angelo and Martin privately until Sunday night at closing time. That’s when I found both men in the warehouse delivery area behind Angelo’s produce department. Half-empty crates of fresh fruits and veggies were all over the place. Martin, who had closed down his meat counter already, was sitting on a pallet, while Angelo perched on a stack of flattened cardboard boxes. They both looked up and offered enthusiastic smiles when I approached. I had the unmistakable feeling that they’d been talking about me.

“Hi guys,” I said brightly. “Hell of a week, huh?”

They both nodded. “Crazy busy,” Angelo said. “Glad you came over, though.”

I returned his smile. “You know, I can’t stop thinking about the fun we had on the lake. The memory has been keeping me up at night.”

“Me, too,” Martin said.

“As hot as that memory is, it’s not enough. I want to be with you guys again.”

They were grinning from ear to ear. Martin looked at Angelo, who looked at me and said, “We were just talking about inviting you back on the boat with us.”

My pulse pounded with excitement. “We don’t need another fishing trip,” I said, spreading my arms to take in our spacious confines. “This may not be as big or as private as the lake, but we’re all alone… ” I didn’t wait for a reaction; I just started taking off my clothes.

Angelo’s eyebrows shot up. He exchanged a look with Martin, who said, “Yeah, why not?” He stood and followed my lead, eagerly shucking his clothes. Angelo was more relaxed as he got naked, but the look of desire in his eyes proved he was no less excited by the developing situation than his friend was.

I reclined on some empty canvas sacks on the floor. Martin strode to my side, his lovely cock bobbing stiffly at attention. I spread my knees wide, and Martin knelt to his task at once. He pressed his mouth to my vulva and flicked his tongue into my wet slit, moaning with contentment. I raked my hands through his hair while he continued to sample my juices. My thighs clasped the sides of his head, and I flexed my hips a little, urging my sex against his mouth. Over Martin’s shoulder, Angelo stroked his hard prick with his callused hand and watched us, his eyes burning with lust. I was eager to get him involved in the action, too. I had a vision of both men tonguing me simultaneously, licking both my holes. The very thought made my face flush.

“C’mere,” I called to Angelo, my voice choked with desire. Martin sat back, allowing me up; he was perfectly happy to let me call the shots. I had Angelo lie flat on the floor, and then I got atop him in a sixty-nine position. His prick sprouted straight up before my face, while his face was directly below my cunt.

“What a pretty pussy,” he said, gently spreading my folds with his fingers. He darted his tongue into the pink recesses of my channel, slaking his thirst. I moaned and ground my pussy against his lips, demanding more. At the same time, I took hold of his pulsing hard-on and wrapped my lips around the corpulent crown. I was just beginning to suck him in earnest when I felt Martin behind me, getting ready to rim my other hole — just as I’d hoped and expected he would. He palmed my ass with both hands and spread my cheeks open, making me whimper with desperate desire.

“Yes, that’s it,” I cried, jerking Angelo’s prick and anticipating the first touch of Martin’s tongue on my anus. “I want both of you licking me. Take your fill of my holes. Devour me.” My passion, coupled a moment later with the sensation of Martin’s tongue on my rear orifice, robbed me of the power of speech. He was crouching behind me, clutching my rump in his strong hands while he probed my tightest opening with his tongue. Directly below, Angelo continued to tongue-fuck my pussy with relish. It was a glorious experience, a double-oral attack on my clit and asshole by two gorgeous men working in concert to get me off. They were wildly successful. “Jesus, that’s incredible. Don’t stop!” I yelled, grinding and pushing against both their mouths as my juices flowed.

When my orgasm subsided, I quickly found myself on the road to another one because Martin straightened up on his knees behind me and squeezed his cock gently but firmly into my well-swabbed anus. “Oh, my God,” I murmured, completely taken over by the deep, primal pleasures of anal penetration. “Keep going, Martin, fill me up back there.”

“Oh, wow,” Martin muttered as another inch of his cock cleaved my buttocks. “I love your ass, Sandra. It’s so tight, and yet it’s taking me right in.”

Angelo was still nipping and sucking my swollen clit from below, a vantage point that must have given him quite a view of Martin’s cock sliding into my butt. The combined sensations were so intense that I had a hard time giving any attention to Angelo’s cock. He sucked my nub voraciously, bringing me right to the edge of another climax. I wanted to come in my favorite position of all, however, so I had to speak up.

“I want you both inside me,” I declared. “Martin, let me turn around on Angelo.” The guys, completely in sync with my desires, were already moving to make it happen. We hadn’t gotten to try a DP on the boat, but now we would rectify that oversight. Martin sat back, then moved around with me as I reoriented myself to sit on Angelo’s cock. Once I was properly impaled by his throbbing manhood, I bent low over his chest and looked back at Martin. He wasted no time kneeling behind me and re-planting his pole in my derriere.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I yammered as both men bottomed out inside me. It was blow-your-mind good, my own personal nirvana. I began to move with my companions, rocking forward and back between them. Angelo’s prick felt wonderfully large within the grip of my eager pussy, and Martin’s penis was an absolutely perfect fit in my ass. The two men had never done this before, but they picked up the rhythm quickly, finding a common groove and working it beautifully. As they sawed their cocks in and out of my pussy and ass, I was sure they could feel each other inside me — a notion that sparked my passion to new heights. “Yeah, fuck me, fuck me!” I cried out as I rutted between my partners, taking them hard and fast and deep. Their lust clearly matched my own. Martin leaned over me, his powerful arms locked at the elbows, and jackhammered against my tush, his grunts mingling with my yelps of delight. Angelo kissed my swaying breasts and stroked my flanks as he flexed into my pussy from below. They went faster and faster until Martin reared up straight, bellowed at the ceiling, and climaxed like a man gone berserk. I felt every convulsion of his cock as it filled me back there with cream.

The sensation triggered my own end game, and with an incoherent cry, I dissolved into a state of primitive bliss. My sphincter clenched and released, drawing out every last drop of Martin’s semen while I undulated between the two men.

Beneath me, Angelo continued fucking my pussy with wildly fervent thrusts. I sat up straighter on his cock as Martin gave way behind me. Half a minute later, Angelo came fiercely, shooting his load deep into my vagina as I bounced atop him. I rode him for as long as I could, taking all he had to give. When, at last, his cock softened and slipped out of me, I rolled off and lay between my two companions, laughing with joy.

Since that time, Angelo and Martin have grown more interested than ever in finding new ways and places to enjoy threesomes. They’ve fallen completely for it, and I’m happy to help them explore their newfound passion!