Three Make a Ménage

by Cara Adams

  “You know what we want.” It was not a question but still she nodded at Zane.

  “May we both fuck you together, now?” asked Tybalt.

  “Yes, please. I want that.” Her belly was already tensing with the need to come. Her nipples were hard little points and her breasts were full and aching. Her honey coated her pussy lips and her entire body was likely to go up in flames she was so ready to explode.

  Ty went across to his locker and Zane rolled her onto her belly. “We need to prepare you.” He stroked his hand up and down her spine, massaged her shoulders, and untied her hair from its ponytail and then curled it around his fingers.

  By then Ty had returned and was rubbing lube around her anus. He massaged deep into the tight muscle wall while Zane continued petting and stroking her shoulders and arms.

  Thea closed her eyes and relaxed onto the mattress, reveling in his touch but deliberately not concentrating on the sexual side of it. If she allowed herself to think about what was going to happen she’d explode now and she wanted to wait until both men held her in their arms. This was her very first ménage, possibly her only ever ménage, and she wanted to enjoy every second of it.

  Zane clambered up on the bed, settling beside her, closer to the wall. “Climb over me.”

  She wiggled across and dragged her wet pussy across his thigh before settling over his hips. Thea took his sheathed cock in her hand and gently stroked the heavy erection before putting his head at her pussy entry and pushing just the tip of him in. She inched up his body and took more and more of him inside, loving how he filled her completely, stretching her and completing her.

  When his balls were snug against her skin, she lay on his chest, loving the hard wall of his muscles and taking the time to tease the flat little nubs of his nipples. Zane groaned and she hid her smile, wiggling tighter against his body.

  She felt Ty climb up on the bed behind her and she had a moment’s gratitude for the study built-in wooden frame that should be more than capable of taking the weight of all three of them.

  Ty’s big hands spread her ass cheeks once again and Thea leaned back into the pressure of his cock resting against her rosette. He pressed against her entry, wiggled, rocked, and the head of his cock penetrated her, pushing its way past the tight ring of muscles. For a brief second Thea wondered if this was going to work. Both men were very well endowed, but then she felt her tissues open, stretching as Ty drove deeper inside her. Thea was so full she thought she might burst, or tear, but her muscles rearranged themselves, gripping both cocks tightly yet letting them in. It’s a damn good thing muscles are elastic.

  Neither man moved for the longest time until Thea asked, “Are you just going to lie here all night or what?”

  “What. Definitely what,” teased Zane wiggling his cock inside her and making her cunt pour with honey.

  “We wanted to make sure you were ready,” added Ty.

  “Trust me. I’m ready.”

  “Personally I’d call that more impatient than ready,” Ty said, biting her shoulder lightly.

  She was just about to speak again when they both pulled out of her, dragging their cocks over every inch of her inner flesh and making her entire body shiver with lust. Nothing had ever prepared her for the wave of passion and sheer neediness that soared through her at the thought that they were pulling out of her cunt and ass. Of course, logic told her that they had to pull out to push back in, but she’d never analyzed sex like that before. She just experienced it. These men were making every tiny step move so slowly it was driving her wild with desire.

  She gripped Zane’s shoulders and wiggled her hips, wanting to feel both men’s cocks drag over her walls again. Instantly four hands held her hips so tightly she had no hope of moving.

  “If you do that this will all be over much too soon,” said Zane with a hint if humor in his voice.

  “Well get a move on then. I was planning to come tonight.” Thea was feeling desperate. She’d never been so hot, so needy, had so acute a craving to come before in her life. Yet she understood their desire not to have it all over and done within ten seconds. There had to be some kind of compromise that would put her out of this tension yet not spoil it for them all.

  Fortunately the men seemed to recognize her intense feelings and began to move faster. Now she was able to rest between them and relish their pounding in and out of her. Her body was held immovable between them, their grip on her hips unwavering, but the steady smack of their hips against hers, the soft thud of their flesh against hers, even the slick drops of sweat falling from their pounding bodies onto her, all continued to crank up the tension surrounding the three of them.

  The orgasm coiled in her belly and fizzling along her nerve endings was ever-present on her mind. She wanted, needed, to participate more in the fucking, but was physically imprisoned between the men, as they controlled how fast they moved. She was helpless to influence them. Or maybe not. It was time to change up the action.

  Thea waited until both men were deep inside her and then gripped their cocks with her internal muscles, holding them tightly, eager to participate more actively in the fucking. Maybe she couldn’t move her hips or arms or legs, but now she could tease them as they were teasing her.

  She sucked a mouthful of Zane’s shoulder into her mouth to hide the giggle that wanted to explode at their identical groans and then was shocked into a deep gasp of her own when Ty spanked the side of her butt hard.

  “Maybe next time we’ll tie you up and blindfold you and teach you to obey us,” he said in a deep husky voice.

  She almost came as he spoke. Not only was his voice dead sexy with his need for her, but the thought of being spanked and tied up, at the mercy of these two marvelous lovers, turned her on even more. A minute ago she’d been certain it was impossible for her to be more aroused and not climax. Now she’d risen to yet another even higher level of desire.

  Thea heaved in a deep breath to try to calm herself. It didn’t work. All the air was full of the scent of men, sex, and lust. Her brain was dizzy with the erotic mixture of aromas and her body was on fire with the urge to come. Fortunately for her sanity, both men were just as aroused as her, and were now pounding into her with a steady pace and no more pauses between their strokes.

  She gripped Zane’s shoulders until her knuckles were white and her vision blurry, and then, finally, her body exploded. Fireworks burst behind her eyelids, red and green sparks shooting through her head, as her toes curled and her legs thrashed, with the unraveling coils of release. Wave after wave of the orgasm slammed into her until her mind closed down, overwhelmed with the multiplicity of raging emotions.

  On a distant level she was aware of both men coming, of them petting her and of her being rolled onto her side and cuddled. But she had no idea of how long a time passed before she could at last draw a breath and mumble, “Fuck!”

  “I hope that was a vote of confidence in our prowess. You aren’t usually at a loss for words, Thea,” said Ty, kissing her gently.

  “Best orgasm ever.”

  “It’s always good to know what we have to beat next time,” said Zane, wrapping his legs over hers.

  Next time. Next time sounds good.

  * * * *

  Ty was very nervous about driving the final stretch into the Arizona desert. Three days on highways and secondary roads had given him a good understanding of the RV and the way it handled. It was a great machine, and easy to maneuver. It didn’t seem to have any strange habits or a tendency to steer the wrong way at speed or any other quirks as some of the farm machinery did. The old tractor at the farm continually pulled left. It would go around in a circle if the driver didn’t keep tight control of it. The RV though had perfect manners and was a pleasure to drive.

  But the desert was something else again. Not only had he never seen a desert before, he had no knowledge of driving in sand. Zane had heard somewhere that they ought to let a little bit of pressure out of the tires if the road surface was sandy
, but even that small piece of knowledge was a worry. How much was “a little bit”? When should they do it? If they got bogged would he and Zane be strong enough to push the RV and unbog it? It was a damn big, heavy vehicle and fully loaded, too.

  Fortunately, when they arrived at the turnoff the minor road was tarmac. Narrow, but tarmac. And the land was very nearly flat so if they had to pull the RV off onto the verge they should be fine. The road was fringed by a broad swath of dirt and gravel which appeared solidly compacted and good to drive on.

  “I can’t believe there’s no sand. It’s just dirt with a few clumps of grass here and there,” said Zane.

  “Yes, I expected sand as well. But I’m sure glad the road is made. Well, it’s made at the moment anyway,” he replied.

  “The Grand Canyon is in Arizona. I didn’t think it’d be flat, but maybe we’ll get more rock and hills in a little while. If there was Internet here I could have looked up how close we are to the Grand Canyon. I should have thought of that at the truck stop last night,” said Thea.

  “We had other things to think about last night.” Ty had some mighty fine memories of last night, his dick deep in the heat of her ass and their bodies locked together in passion. Maybe they could do it again tonight. Although that depended on whether or not the old man wanted to leave straight away or whether they would need to shop and pack first, Ty supposed.

  “We’ve come all this way, though. If the Grand Canyon isn’t far it’d be good to see it,” Thea persisted.

  “Okay. That’s fair. You’re right. We should do a side trip out to the canyon,” said Ty.

  He hadn’t considered sightseeing, but having crossed seven, eight states already, a couple more hours would be nothing. Except… “We’re supposed to arrive there today. They’ll be expecting us any time from midafternoon onward. I don’t think we should wander off to the Grand Canyon just yet.”

  “No, that’s fine. Likely Mr. Patterson and his granddaughter will have things to get ready. Packing and so on. Maybe we can run out to the canyon early tomorrow morning, have a quick look around and be back in time to get a good start. I mean, the canyon is huge and crosses most of the state. Surely we shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours from it no matter where we are.”

  “Thea, are you seriously suggesting we head off at like five in the morning, look at the canyon and get back then start driving?” asked Zane.

  “Sure. What’s wrong with that plan?”

  Ty groaned. It appeared his woman had gotten her boundless energy back. “Let’s wait and see what Mr. Patterson and his granddaughter say first, before we go planning to get up before dawn.”

  “Wuss,” said Thea.

  “I agree with him.”

  “Double wuss.”

  Ty laughed. He did love Thea. She was full of fun and energy and bright ideas, even if it did involve dragging them out of bed in the middle of the night. Then it hit him. He’d used the “L” word. Love. He lifted his eyes to the rearview mirror for a moment and looked at her in the backseat. Her head was turned and she was watching out the window. Her light brown hair was in its usual ponytail, but some strands had come loose and framed her face. He couldn’t see her hazel eyes but knew they’d be bright and sparkling with interest at everything she saw.

  Sure enough, just moments later she said, “Cactus,” waving her arm at tall plants in the distance. As they drew closer Ty could see they were indeed cactus plants and enormous ones, too.

  Ty wondered how he’d know when they arrived at the old man’s pack lands. There were no fences here. He had no way of knowing if the property belonged to people or to the government. Or maybe it was Native American lands. He hadn’t even seen a house or farm for a while and it wasn’t like there were cattle wandering around. All he could hope for was a sign or something.

  Finally, about an hour later, Zane, who was navigating said, “There should be a turnoff to the right soon.”

  Almost as he spoke they crossed a wide cattle grid that extended across the road and for some distance either side of it.

  “If that’s meant to keep the cattle on one side of it, wouldn’t they just walk around the end of it?” he asked quite confused.

  “I would have thought they’d stay off the road. The owners wouldn’t want stock to be hit by cars,” agreed Zane.

  “It’s definitely weird,” said Dorothea.

  The road to the right wasn’t signposted but, mentally crossing his fingers, Ty turned down it. Soon they crossed another cattle grid, and then the road became dirt. Ty slowed his speed and traveled onto the dirt carefully, but it seemed quite solid under his tires. There was no sense he was sinking in sand. Nonetheless, he still moderated his speed.

  The road began to wind around and Ty realized they were climbing higher. Not a lot, but after the flatness of the land it was a distinct change. The scenery was also getting rockier, the rocks amber, ocher, and almost red, as well as brown, and gray.

  When they finally reached the township, it was almost an anticlimax. It looked like any town anywhere in small-town America. Ty realized he’d been expecting adobe huts at the very least, and reminded himself that this was the twenty-first century and everyone wanted air conditioning and an Internet connection.

  “Which is Mr. Patterson’s house?” he asked.

  “Are we sure this is even the correct town?” asked Thea.

  “The mileage says yes,” answered Ty.

  “His address is just care of the town, Vulture Valley,” said Zane flipping over the pages of paperwork they’d made for the journey.

  “Vulture Valley? Seriously? And he’s a vulture? I wonder if the whole town is vulture shape-shifters. I’d just assumed they were wolves but maybe I was wrong,” said Thea.

  Ty parked out front of the general store. “Zane, maybe you should go in and ask. Just check we’re in the right place and then ask for the old man’s address. Oh, maybe he’s staying with his granddaughter, or her parents perhaps.”

  “I’ll come, too,” said Thea decisively unbuckling her seatbelt.

  Ty switched the engine off. This might take a while.

  * * * *

  Zane looked around the small store curiously. He’d heard about and read about towns so small there was only the one store, and the stores were always depicted as dark, dingy places with shelves stretching up to the ceiling loaded with merchandise that was covered with dust. Well, they might be in the desert right now but he couldn’t see a single speck of dust. There were a lot of shelves, for sure, but the stock was displayed attractively and the aisles seemed pretty much like the aisles at any other store to him.

  The man behind the counter, however, fit the image Zane had held of small-town store keepers. He looked to be at least eighty, his skin tanned very dark. He could easily have been Native American, or a vulture, or even a wolf. Zane wasn’t about to make any guesses.

  “Excuse me, sir. We’re here to transport Mr. Patterson to, um, Thorne House.” He caught himself just before he said the word shape-shifter. He needed to remind himself he was out in the world now, and this man might not be a shape-shifter. If Mr. Patterson had kept his identity a secret the last thing he needed was Zane announcing it the moment he arrived in town.

  Piercing black eyes stared back at him, then the old man shocked him by saying, “You’re a wolf.”

  Zane gulped. “Yes, sir.”

  “You aren’t.”

  “No, indeed. My name’s Dorothea Chisholm and I’ve come along on the journey to help care for Mr. Patterson and to be a chaperone for his granddaughter.”

  “She doesn’t need a chaperone. She needs to find her mate. Glen was real upset when she came back from that mating party without a man in tow.”

  “Mating party?” Zane stared at Thea who’d spoken at the same time as him.

  “Yup. Glen sent her along to some nice place with a couple hundred eligible bachelors and she turned up her nose at the lot. Ain’t no pleasing some people, but then it’s not her fault. Her
grampa’s an ornery old cuss as well.”

  The old man bent down and took a parcel from under the counter and placed it on the counter in front of him. Zane just stared at it.

  “School bus always brings back the day’s mail. This’s Glen’s. Fourth house on the left.” The old man waved his hand and Zane assumed that meant good-bye.

  “Thank you.”

  He picked up the parcel and guided Thea out of the store. She seemed to have taken the old man in her stride. Zane himself though had been rocked, first, by being recognized as a wolf, and then by the shopkeeper’s information. No one under the age of twenty-one had been permitted to sit the tests for the DADISP, so the granddaughter had to be older than they’d expected. But that she hadn’t found her mate there was very surprising. He’d sort of assumed that out of two hundred men all the women would find one they liked. Apparently not.

  He held the door for Thea then climbed up into the cab of the RV. “Fourth house on the left,” he told Ty. Ty just stared at them both.

  Thea giggled. “The man in the store instantly recognized Zane as a wolf. Zane was being so careful not to name the shape-shifter clinic and he guessed anyway.” She burst out laughing as Ty switched the engine on and pulled out of the parking lot.

  “Interesting. What’s in the parcel?” asked Ty.

  “That’s Mr. Patterson’s mail. Apparently the mail comes with the school bus. That makes sense, I guess. Saves the mailman a trip all the way out here,” she said.

  Zane shook his head. “I think we’re in an alternate universe.”

  Thea laughed again. “No, just a shape-shifter community. That storekeeper was a vulture, too, I reckon.”

  “But how did he know I was a wolf?”

  “Some people can tell,” said Thea as they stopped outside a house.

  Zane wondered if he was ready to face some more shocks and then remembered they hadn’t told Ty their other piece of news.

  “By the way, the granddaughter isn’t a teenager. She was at the DADISP last week.”