Anthology - Threefold

by Desiree Holt

  Gareth moved away from them and she immediately missed his presence. She opened her eyes to search him out, but he’d vanished into the shadows. Logan didn’t give her time to ponder his disappearance though. He grasped her waist, pulling her harder onto his erection and drawing her loud cry. Bringing up her hands, she skimmed her palms over her torso then cupped her breasts, feeling how tender they were after Gareth’s thorough attentions.

  Suddenly, the lights shifted in the room, going back to the green and blue strobes from when she’d first entered. The sounds of the others in the room seemed to immediately amplify. Was it an effect, or was it her aural senses reaching out? Hearing the moans and grunts of others having sex drew a flood of fresh cream to her pussy.

  “Oh, yeah, baby. So good,” Logan ground out. “So fucking good. Squeeze me. Oh fuck…”

  “Logan,” she gasped, the tension in her womb making her breathless. “Oh yes. Yes…

  More. Please more.”

  As if answering her plea, Gareth was back. He kissed her fiercely then helped turn and arrange her and Logan on the bed so Logan lay on it fully. She was repositioned to face him.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he said, drawing her down. His mouth covered hers, his slow claiming in opposition to Gareth’s a moment earlier. Neither was better. Both notched up her arousal until she was sure that screaming, mindless madness could only be moments away.

  A choked cry filled Logan’s mouth when she felt Gareth’s fingers skimming over her ass. Logan never slowed while his partner explored. His hands tightened on her hips, keeping their rhythm while Gareth probed her anus with a slick fingertip. With a slight burn, it inched inside, and McKenzie’s resulting animalistic groan came from so deep she felt it in her belly.

  “That’s right,” Gareth encouraged her. “Damn, it’s so tight, but… You’ve had a man here before?”

  Had she? Her brain was mush.

  “Yeah,” she gasped. “Once, yeah. But never…” She took a few choppy breaths. “Never two men at once.”

  He added a second finger and she felt his knuckles rubbing Logan’s cock through the thin membrane separating his digits from his friend’s shaft.

  A green strobe fell across them, showing Logan’s face, his lips parted, his countenance contorted in extreme pleasure. She could only guess hers looked the same. The tension inside her knotted. Almost there. She was almost there.

  Then Gareth’s mouth clamped onto her shoulder. His hands covered Logan’s on her hips and his cock lined up with her small puckered hole. Logan pulled free of her then Gareth slowly pushed inside her tight back passage.

  “Yes,” she hissed, though there was some pain from his wide cock and the fact she hadn’t had a man there for years. It would pass and it would feel so good. Just having him in her there made the blood buzz through her. It pummelled past her ears while the world shrunk to the three of them—Gareth stretching her ass; Logan pushing slowly back into her pussy. They both seated deep inside her. There was a pause, a held breath on the edge of the cliff overlooking oblivion, then she was falling yet held stationary by the men as they began moving. Their cocks pistoned in and out of her like well-tuned parts of an engine. In and out.

  In and out. In and—

  Oh fuck! McKenzie screamed as her orgasm slammed over her with more intensity than she’d ever felt before. Her mind blanked. Her vision dimmed to complete darkness. Her blood, already loud, roared past her ears, muffling anything but her screams as she convulsed in the arms of her lovers. Perspiration coated her body as her belly desperately undulated against them.

  Gareth’s cry cut through her pleasure induced deafness. He slammed deep then his hot cum spurted from him. Logan’s release followed a moment later. Together, the three of them collapsed to the mattress, the men kissing her wherever their mouths fell. And McKenzie felt herself drift.

  * * * *

  “Hey, sweetness?” Logan nudged her cheek with his nose as he whispered into her ear.

  “Mmm…” she replied.

  “You okay?”

  Okay? If floating on a cloud of supreme bliss was deemed as okay… “Yeah,” she sighed.

  “We need you to be awake,” he said. “Gareth and I need to get rid of our condoms and find your clothes, but we don’t want to leave you here without your senses around you.

  Some idiot might think you’re waiting for him to fuck you.”

  That woke her up. As much as random sex had turned her on earlier, now that she’d been with Logan and Gareth, she wasn’t looking for another quick lay. She wasn’t so sure her body could even take it. Well…okay. If the low-level arousal still throbbing in her core meant anything, she could. But as strange as it seemed, she didn’t want just anyone—or a bunch of anyones—anymore.

  “I think maybe I should go,” Gareth told Logan. “Then when I come back, you can go.

  We don’t want anyone bothering our naughty princess.”

  “Good plan,” Logan returned.

  The mattress shifted as Gareth left. McKenzie curled into Logan’s arms as he kissed the top of her head. “You two have been friends long?” she asked.

  “Practically since birth. He’s my cousin. A month older. Our parents were sorta…well, hippies I guess is the best description. Communal living, sharing… Gareth and I have always shared. Everything.”

  A tremble went through her at the implication. Though they’d just shared her, the thought that they always shared women turned her on.

  “Do you, um, still live in a commune?” she asked, not sure what to say and not wanting to go in depth to their ménage tendencies. She’d benefited from their predilections, but she didn’t want to probe. She grinned in the darkness. Though I would like to be probed again.

  Logan chuckled. “No. We share a home but only with each other.”

  “Telling all our secrets?” Gareth asked, sliding onto the bed behind McKenzie. His shirt and pants rubbed against her naked skin.

  “No, just discussing communal love and such,” his cousin replied, getting up to take care of his business.

  “Communal love. Is that what you’re calling it these days?” Gareth teased.

  “Bite me,” Logan snapped good-naturedly.

  “Sorry, mate. Don’t swing that way.” Gareth nibbled on McKenzie’s shoulder. “But you, love, are a tasty feast.”

  He’d brought back a soft, warm cloth and he used it on her swollen folds, cleaning her of saliva and her secretions. He smoothed the nubby material back to remove the lube from her rear. McKenzie hated to tell him, but the tender care brought more cream to her pussy.

  She bit back a moan as her body heated for more sex.

  “I brought your clothes,” he told her. “I’m afraid your panties are toast.”

  That would make the trip home tricky. Her skirt was so short, her frilly panties had occasionally peeked out while she’d walked. She’d manage.

  “Hmm. Oh well,” she breathed.

  “I don’t think you should go home alone. Not dressed like that,” he said.

  “You want to…come home with me?” she asked hesitantly.

  “I think either Logan or I should see you there.” He sighed. “I’m not pushing for more. I just want to make sure you get home safely.”

  “And if I…want more?” she asked.

  “I wouldn’t say no.”

  “Neither would I,” Logan said, choosing that moment to return. Gareth dropped her clothing in her lap then left the bed again. She heard a quiet sound, like a curtain on a runner, then soft canned lighting came up and she saw it was actually a panel he’d drawn over the front of the dais to close them in. He clicked the latch into place locking it closed.

  He motioned to the area. “This is our personal space and no one gets to use it without permission. And since we’re leaving…”

  “Where are you going?” she asked.

  He smiled, and realisation cut through her haze. Oh yeah…to her house. To see her safely home.

  She looked at L
ogan. “Don’t you need to get back to the bar?”

  “No. I was just covering a break. The actual bartender is on now.”

  “Oh…” She looked at her clothes deciding what to put on first. Usually it was her panties. She chose the skirt, feeling the need to cover her pussy first.

  She wasn’t sure how she felt about taking two strangers home. Normally, she’d have the excuse of going back to the Anderson’s mansion. No men allowed—at least, if they belonged to her. But right now, while they were in Europe, she was staying at her beach house. Her very private beach house.

  Her skirt hiked as she put on her bra, showing the parts she’d decided to cover first and underlining the problem she’d have in getting home. No matter how she tried, the same thing happened when she slipped on her shirt. What the hell had she been thinking to wear a skirt this short? Sex. She’d been thinking of sex and nothing else.

  She pulled the skirt down as far as she could, but the few inches of fabric just didn’t want to cooperate.

  “Sweetness,” Logan stepped up to her and cupped her chin, bringing her skittish stare to his deep brown gaze. His eyes seemed to look inside her to touch a part of her that trusted him completely. A foolish part, but it overrode her senses anyway. “You’re perfectly safe with us,” he told her.

  McKenzie had no reason to believe him, but she did.

  Chapter Three

  They’d showed her out the back door of their private area and into a hallway beyond.

  Gareth had called to bring their car and driver to the back door of the club. Apparently, there were rules at Sin’s Door. Once a person went through the double red doors and entered the back portion of the bar, called the Den of Iniquity, they didn’t go back through the way they’d come. They exited through the back. It ensured some privacy and also made it more difficult for one person to troll the bar for multiple pickups in a night. Sin’s Door offered some easy pickings for someone on the make and the owners knew it.

  Within a few minutes, McKenzie was tucked into the backseat of the car with her two lovers for the night. Since her skirt hiked up when she sat and would have left her rear on the seat, Logan pulled her onto his lap for the short ride. Both he and Gareth took advantage of her position, their fingers randomly sliding up the inside of her thighs to torment her folds.

  Their hands grew more insistent as they travelled and soon her thighs were parted and her head was thrown back as they finger-fucked her in tandem as they had before, each with a finger inside her pussy.

  She knew the driver could probably see exactly what was going on, but at this point, she really didn’t care. Hadn’t a multitude of faceless, anonymous men licked her earlier?

  Hadn’t she been watched as she’d fucked Logan and Gareth? What was one more man?

  Her hand snaked up to caress the more tender of her two breasts as her orgasm loomed.

  “Come,” Gareth urged with a harsh whisper. “You know he’s watching. Let him hear your pretty cries.”

  McKenzie whimpered as her body convulsed, tightening on their fingers. One of them added a second digit. So full… A thumb rasped over her clit and she shattered, her cry echoing in the car as she jerked in Logan’s arms.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered. “Absolutely beautiful.”

  The car skidded to a halt in front of her house, and she wondered if the driver had been so involved in watching the action that he’d almost forgotten to stop. The three lovers piled out of the car. McKenzie retrieved her key from a tiny zippered pocket in her skirt.

  “Well,” she said.

  “Is this goodnight then?” Gareth asked softly. Logan was nodding sadly, his hands in his pockets.

  She looked at them both, so obviously wanting to stay but willing to leave on her say so. She backed towards the door. “I have to be up early tomorrow.”

  “Okay,” Logan said, his disappointed understanding in his eyes.

  “No, I mean…” She sighed. Hell, she was so bad at this. “Look, can your driver come back in a few hours? My friend is coming over in the morning and if she finds you here…”

  Gareth’s smile seemed to light up the night. “Sure thing, love.”

  He jogged over to the driver’s window and had a short conversation with the man which ended with the guy driving away. Then it was just the three of them standing in her driveway, facing each other under the light of the moon. It was a full moon, and McKenzie figured that was half of her craziness. Didn’t people do insane things under its influence?

  Not far from them, Lake Michigan lapped gently against the shore. It was a balmy night, and she considered proposing sex on the water’s edge, but the September waves would be cold enough to jerk even the hottest lover out of his mood.

  She headed for the house with the two of them on her heels as the car pulled away. The door to her porch squeaked quietly as she led them into the screened in area. In a moment, the front door was unlocked and they were inside. There were no words as she slipped the key back into her pocket and led the way to her bedroom.

  At the edge of the bed, she faced them and pulled off her shirt once more. Her bra followed.

  “Leave it on,” Gareth growled as her hands went to her miniscule skirt. “That sexy plaid is doing something for me…” He shook his head. “I’ve never much been into that whole fantasy, but damn, the sight of you almost in that skirt…”

  Logan nodded. “Fucking hot.”

  They advanced on her, and she backed away. She giggled when she fell backward onto the bed. They immediately followed, kissing her everywhere their mouths could reach until she was writhing beneath them.

  Gareth ran his hand up the back of her thigh to her ass. “One of these days, I’m gonna have you wear this then turn you over my knee and spank you.”

  Something shifted in her belly and McKenzie could have sworn she almost came. She’d never experienced any sort of rough sex, but damn if she didn’t want to try.

  “Why not tonight?” she offered.

  “I don’t want to scare you.”

  “What if I had a, um, what’s that thing? A safe word?” If she’d been adventurous enough to go to Sin’s Door, she could be adventurous enough for this. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t read books about spanking—and other things along that line—and been intrigued.

  “Hell,” Logan breathed. “I think you’re the girl of my dreams.”

  McKenzie grinned. Playing her role, she scooted off the bed and stood looking down at the two of them. Biting her lip, she ran her hands along her body. If the solid bulges in the fronts of their trousers spoke truthfully of their desire, she was doing just fine. Both men sat up. Each taking one of her hands, they drew her forward then urged her to straddle their legs—one of Gareth’s and one of Logan’s. Soon her legs were trapped between their powerful thighs.

  “Naughty, naughty,” Gareth growled. His hand clapped onto her ass beneath the skirt while he nipped at her belly. “Logan, what do you think the punishment should be?”

  “We should go easy on her. I’ll bet it’s her first offence. Perhaps my spanking to warm her up then yours.” His hand swept over her back as he looked up at her. “Gareth has the heavier hand.”

  “You’re really going to…” She trailed off almost embarrassed to ask despite her behaviour so far.

  “As long as you really want it,” Logan said.

  If the cream on her thighs was any indication, she wanted it bad. “I do.”

  “Okay,” Gareth replied. “Then your safe word is frog. Can you remember that?”

  “Frog? Sure.”

  She’d barely gotten the words out of her mouth when Logan had her over his lap. He flipped up her skirt while Gareth held her arms crossed behind her back. The first fall of Logan’s hand stung, and all she could think as she gasped was that he’d claimed Gareth had a firmer hand.

  She moaned as the second spank rattled through her, pain radiating. Unexpected heat accompanied the third and continued to grow each time his palm connected wi
th her tender ass. The insidious fingers of torrid, fiery sensation licked down into her pussy. She gasped choppy breaths at the shocking pleasure. Like the heroines in the books she’d read, she didn’t want him to stop. She liked this naughty play and the feel of his forceful hand on her ass. He stopped, and his fingers slid down to her cunt.

  “Baby, you’re so wet. You like that?”

  She nodded. Behind her, she heard Gareth opening the drawer in her bedside table. She couldn’t see him but knew he’d find her toys.

  “Condoms,” he said, placing an opened box beside her alarm clock. There were only two missing, and they were in the pocket of her skirt. She’d tell him that later. Something else landed on the bed. “And something for you, Logan. Now hand her over. My turn before her ass cools.”

  And with that she was moved over Gareth’s lap. His first spank felt no different from Logan’s, but she soon discovered he was re-warming her as the fall of his hand built in intensity, until she was crying and writhing at the sensation. The sweet, heavenly burn swept over her, flooding her entire pussy and crawling up into her back.

  Her thighs were pushed apart and she felt Logan kneel behind her as Gareth continued his ‘punishment’. Then she knew what had been tossed on the bed.

  Logan slid her thickest vibrator into her quivering passage and turned it to medium speed. The protrusion in the front pressed to her clit, driving her mad as her spanking continued and Logan drove the toy forward and back in time with Gareth’s hand.

  McKenzie sobbed, pleading unintelligibly as lightning spiked through her. She clutched at Gareth’s leg. A scream tore from her as she came in a blinding explosion of release.

  “Holy hell, she’s amazing,” Logan murmured. She wondered momentarily if she hadn’t blacked out. The vibe was gone, and she was lying on the bed between the two men.

  Gareth kissed her. “A bit too much intensity for one night,” he murmured.

  “I’m fine,” she protested.

  “Hmm.” He cuddled in beside her, and Logan did the same on the other side. There was no denying the rigid shafts pressing her thighs.