Three's A Threesome

The three of them had constructed a makeshift bed out of some burlap sacks and old sheets they'd found. It was not the most comfortable thing Leon had ever slept on, but it was far from being the least. He'd been rather concerned about Ashley, who was nothing if not used to a little more luxury. They had a single, thin blanket between them, and the cold European air was enough to make any one of them wish that it were thicker.

They slept closely huddled to conserve body heat, and Ashley was between them. It wasn't really that Leon would have been opposed to sleeping next to Luis, though Leon wasn't quite ready to vouch for the Spaniard's heterosexuality, but he worried about Ashley's delicate health, and even moreso about her protection.

Ashley...she seemed so young, so innocent...but what a body! Leon wasn't much of a breast fetishist (he preferred legs, though he had to admit that Ashley had those, too), but he was prepared to make an exception for the just-barely-of-age girl lying too close beside him.

As if to jar Leon from his thoughts, Luis tugged on his end of the blanket, exposing some of Leon's previously covered form.

"You're hogging the covers," he accused, and Ashley giggled. Leon tugged back.

"No, I'm not. Move in closer if you don't have enough," he ordered, and tightly clamped the blanket in his grasp, effectively thwarting Luis' teasing attempts to steal it back. Eventually the man gave up, and the three drifted into a rather uncomfortable sleep.

***

Leon woke up because Luis had shifted positions, causing the blanket to retreat from his, Leon's, rather chilly legs. He impatiently leaned down and reclaimed the few precious inches of cloth, and met no resistance. He must just have turned over. Leon lay back down.

When sleep did not immediately claim him, he allowed his mind to wander. Ashley; fragile, soft Ashley with the silly outfit and secret bravery, was lying just behind him. Her hazel eyes were closed in repose, and though Leon was facing away from her, he could just picture the sweet, tender look on her sleeping face as she dreamed.

Leon wanted to fuck Ashley like there was no tomorrow. He simply ached to grab her ample tits and groped them roughly as he pounded her into the mattress, reckless and lusty. Just thinking about her slender frame (er...in places, anyway) behind him, a mere few inches away from his back, caused blood to rush to inopportune places. He shook his head vaguely. He needed to go to sleep.

He listened to her breathing. In, out, with maybe a tiny hint of a snore here or there. Occasionally a small sigh would escape her lips, the hot air brushing the tender skin on the back of Leon's neck, and encouraging his overactive libido. How he wished he could just roll over and...

He shook his head again, and then thumped it back down on his pack, which he was currently using for a pillow. Luis shifted once more, and Leon retrieved his share of blanket before attempting to regain unconsciousness.

***

Leon was nearly asleep when a third rustle of blankets roused him. He was about to grab the blanket back in annoyance, but a catch in Ashley's breathing caused him to pause. He lay, perfectly still, as he heard her breathing become suddenly harsh and shallow. A small sound, barely louder than a whisper, and as breathy as a sigh, escaped her throat. And then a name. "Luis...!"

"Shhh," came the reassuring reply in a dark, Spanish voice, "It's all right, Ashley."

A gentle, wet sound could be heard, and a quick intake of breath on Ashley's part. Leon silently, slowly, imperceptibly reached for the small signalling mirror in his pack, and positioned it over his shoulder just so.

Luis' hand was hardly visible underneath the white cotton of Ashley's panties, and his handsome face was buried in her neck, kissing and suckling passionately. Leon went immediately stiff - and in more than one way - wishing suddenly that he hadn't woken up at all. Ashley's sweet face was twisted with ecstasy, her eyes closed but not in dormancy, her mouth opening in silent mewls of muted passion as her legs moved to allow Luis further access to parts that Leon had only fantasized about. She said his name again, causing a cold shiver of jealousy to shoot through Leon's body and settle as a black lump in his stomach.

Luis was moving again, grinding his hips up against Ashley's backside, grunting and whispering inaudible, unspeakable things in her ear, each one coaxing a breathy but licentious moan from her throat. Leon saw her head nod after one such whisper, and her own hand began to snake up from its resting place to meet the aching need in Luis' loins. Leon shared this need, and the pit in his stomach gaped wider the longer it went ignored.

How could they think he would sleep through this? Her moans were becoming more vocal now, though still quite soft, and the motion would be enough to awaken all but the deepest sleeper. But the two of them, lost in passion, very carelessly kept going, without even a glance at Leon.

Suddenly, Ashley's hips began to buck, and she allowed herself one brief but loud cry of pleasure, before she remembered herself. Just as her muscles relaxed again, her hand began to move, double-time, up and down Luis' erection. But Leon had had enough, and turned sharply. Ashley gasped, her hand rapidly returning to her side, and Luis suddenly looked as if he'd been asleep - with his hard cock hanging out of his pants - the whole time. Ashley's mouth opened to explain away her reddening cheeks, but where words were intended to come out, Leon's tongue came in. Writhing, hot lust squirmed in Leon's belly, fueling his hands' sudden interest in exploring every curve and caveat of Ashley's well-proportioned body.

Surprised though she was, she did not deny him, even leaned into him as he pressed his intentions on her. She moaned, now, into Leon's mouth, and a dry chuckle was heard. Leon's hand brushed across another, facing the opposite way. The rings and bangles should rightfully have been cold in the night air, but they'd been kept warm. Luis' eyes met Leon's over Ashley's head, and in those dark brown pools was a burning need, laced with lust and sleep-deprivation. The young girl between them suddenly arched her back as Luis' hand found its way between her legs from behind. Leon resumed ravaging her mouth with his, and her body with his hands, and she moaned.

Her hands found their way to Leon's groin of their own accord, and struggled with his belt until it unclasped. The fly itself offered little resistance to her thin fingers, and within a moment her hand had slipped past the waistband of Leon's boxers and grasped their treasure, causing a low groan to emenate from Leon's open mouth.

"Ashley..."

He heard her breath catch in her throat as she began to stroke him, up and down, not expertly but pretty well, nonetheless. Leon's head landed on his pack, his eyelids flickering downwards to compensate for the upward direction his irises had taken. "Oh, god..."

When the world swam back into vision, it seemed to consist mostly of Luis' smirking face. While normally this caused Leon's fists to itch, now it merely set a strange bubbling feeling to his abdominal regions. He knew, suddenly and without any doubt, that -

Luis' mouth was covering his own. He cried out in surprise, but somehow the man's beringed hand had found its way to the back of Leon's head and was holding him fast into the kiss. Leon's mouth was clamped decidedly shut against intrusion, but when he felt a warm wetness envelope his cock, and a small tongue begin lapping at the sensitive underbelly of it, he could not contain the strangled moan that rushed forward. Ashley! The moment his lips parted, a tongue, tasting of clove cigarettes and the beginning hints of morning breath, infiltrated his defenses and began to thrash to and fro like a snake in the throes of orgasm.

Somehow, Leon managed to force Luis away. "I don't swing that way, sorry," he said, as explanation. Luis shrugged, as if Leon had only declined a drink or a piece of chewing gum.

Ashley removed Leon from her mouth for long enough to giggle slightly, though it rapidly morphed into a moan as Luis' hands found her breasts and began fondling. Leon watched in fascination and arousal as the girl positioned between his thighs was lovingly molested by that damn Spaniard. She moaned - as well as she could, anyway - and writhed into his caresses pleasurably, but never once did she neglect Leon. He smirked at Luis with an unmistakable hint of smugness, and then dragged Ashley away from his groin, pulling her up to kiss him. His own pre-cum was tangy in her sweet mouth, and though Leon didn't particularly mind the taste, he soon left her mouth to find smoother pastures; her beautiful pale throat. He kissed and licked and even bit along the length of it, which Ashley reacted vehemently to; pressing her huge tits up against Leon's chest as Luis ground his pelvis into her pert little ass.

"I want to fuck you," Leon hissed in Ashley's ear, and her moan seemed to get caught in her throat, a sweet dolphin of pleasure, trapped in the tuna nets of Leon's seduction. She arched up against him, and his hand pulled her damp underwear away from her small, almost childlike sex. He let the garment dangle precariously from one ankle, to avoid confusion later, and within a moment, Leon was atop her, one creamy pale thigh on either side of his hips, the end of him poised just above Ashley's girlhood. "Is this okay?" he asked her, though he was ashamed to know that he was perfectly likely to fuck her, now, whether she wanted it or not.

"Yes," she breathed, looking him straight in the eye while her questing hands, elsewhere, had found Luis' arousal and were all ready beginning to stroke him lovingly. Leon did not hesitate, and immediately pressed himself to her opening, forcing himself inside of her until every inch of him was penetrating her. She cried out loud, now, as Leon began pulling himself back out, slowly, so slowly...then, without any warning, shoving himself back into her, fast as a gunshot.

"Leon!" she moaned, as his thrusts quickly gained rhythm, his shoulder muscles flexing powerfully in the moonlight as he threw himself into her again and again. Her head was turned to the side, twisted into a beautiful rictus of carnal excitement, stoking the fire in Leon's loins ever the more. But suddenly the picture was interrupted by Luis, his elongated manhood held expectantly out, as of a plane requesting permission to enter the hangar. Ashley's tongue darted out to lap at it tauntingly, before she brought the head into her mouth, sucking on it and teasing it with tiny kisses and tongue-flicks. Luis moaned gutterally, and nudged himself forward, urging Ashley to take more of it into her young mouth. She obediently did so, taking in as much as her gag reflex would allow, and working the rest with her hand.

Leon couldn't deny being aroused by the sight, and it brought his playing piece six places closer to finish in the game of Sex; watching his dear little Ashley, who he had worked so hard to protect, lavishing attention on another man's erection, while at the same time moaning for the sweet torture of Leon's thrusting.

Without warning, Luis removed himself from Ashley's mouth, and Leon suddenly found himself with the large, dark head of another male's genitalia underneath his nose. He hastily turned his face away in disgust. "No, thank you. I'm trying to quit."

"Suit yourself, Americano," Luis replied, his voice throaty and deep. Ashley quickly picked up Leon's slack, however, pulling Luis back into her mouth and treating it like her favourite flavour of popsicle. Attempting to put from his mind the past couple of seconds, Leon redoubled his pace, fucking Ashley harder, deeper, and louder.

Luis seemed to have the same idea, having reached down to cup the back of Ashley's head with his hand, pushing himself farther into her face until her eyes clenched shut and her nose bumped against his pubis. Out again, to allow Ashley to take a breath, then back in with a vengeance, fucking her face shamelessly, moaning all the while.

At this, Leon lost it, surrending himself to a frenzing pounding, as if in a race to the finish with Luis, desperately fucking the sweet blonde teenager beneath him. Despite Leon's sudden burst of speed, Luis reached the finish line first. He came, sending the first few spurts of come down Ashley's throat, before pulling out of the sweet warmth of her mouth to send the remaining few ropes of hot, white jism arching across her face, crisscrossing like a crude spiderweb.

That was just too much. Cursing the necessity, Leon pulled his need from Ashley's warm, wet haven and began to jerk his hand up and down the length, breathing her name unconsciously as his muscles tensed. His loins spasmed once, twice, three times; then four, five, six... each time shooting out a thick stream of viscous semen onto her bare stomach, where a manly pair of hands rubbed them into the dainty female skin. Ashley's own hands were clearing her face of the stuff with her sweater, and Leon laughed in exhaustion as he tucked his spent manhood back into his trousers and re-fastened them.

Luis bent down and scooped Ashley into his arms, kissing her deeply and passionately. She responded, her thin arms twining around his torso like willow branches embracing the storm. Leon dejectedly averted his eyes, though they were drawn to the scene, and kept refocusing on it against his will. Luis grunted, and then lay Ashley back onto her back. His dark eyes darted upwards to catch Leon's silvery ones, and when he was certain the American agent was watching, his head bent down to lick Leon's come off of Ashley's prone form.

Leon rolled his eyes, damning the strange arousal that rose through him, and shook his head. Luis rose again, allowing Ashley the opportunity to wipe herself off, and shrugged again.

"Can't blame me for trying," he said, finally replacing himself in his pants, and lying back down. Ashley was the next to lie down, though not until after she'd replaced her shirt and attempted to clean the juices off of her temptingly short skirt. Luis wrapped his arms around her from behind, and she snuggled into his embrace with a smile and a sigh.

Controlling the unpleasant electric jealousy that threatened to overtake him, Leon lay down. The moment he did so, however, Ashley pulled him in close to her and kissed him. Her eyes shut happily as she pressed her face into his shoulder, her hands clutching at the nylon fabric of Leon's shirt. Half a smile graced his lips as he and Luis exchanged a friendly, knowing look, and he lay his head down.

"I love you..." The quiet phrase entered the cool night air, its feminine tones seeming to echo in the heads of everyone present. None of the three people lying beneath the unforgiving wool blanket knew who it was intended for, but at the moment, it seemed not to matter. Warm and satisfied, the three of them drifted off to sleep.