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Copyright© 2012 Berengaria Brown
ISBN: 978-1-77130-079-7
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Editor: JS Cook
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HOT, WET, AND WILD
Berengaria Brown
Copyright © 2012
Book One: HOT
Gwyn’s story
Chapter One
“What kind of fucking idiot would be installing new bookshelves on a day when the heat index is 105 and the surf’s the best it’s been all week?” muttered Gwynnyth Llewelyn hammering a nail into the shelving with more enthusiasm than accuracy.
“Oh yes, that would be me.” “Don’t you dare fucking bend,” she ordered the hapless nail as she hit it again.
The nail held. She grabbed the last two nails out of the box, lined them up with the shelf, and began bashing at them with the hammer. The shelf wobbled, then sat still on its supports.
“Success!”
Gwyn lifted the bottom of her screaming orange t-shirt, and wiped her sweaty face with it. The beach-side vacation cottage she’d inherited from her parents a year earlier was full of odd little nooks and crannies. This particular corner in the main room had been a dumping ground for her boxes of books, until she’d finally decided to buy the wood and make some bookshelves herself.
She picked up an armload of books and dumped them on the shelf. It didn’t even wobble, so she added a second armload, then a third. “Yay me! I rule! Thank God that’s done. Time for a swim.”
It was much too hot for a wetsuit, so she changed into a one-piece swimsuit in electric green, slapped a baseball cap onto her sweaty, tangled brown curls, slid her feet into electric green flip-flops that matched her swimsuit, grabbed a towel and sarong, and picked up her surfboard, which lived beside the front door.
The vacation cottage was only one hundred feet from the water, with just a one-lane dirt road separating it from the first sand dune. Gwyn stood on top of the dune scanning the beach. She loved this place. Her parents had brought her here every summer from the time she was three years old, and the salt, sand, and surf were in her blood. The happiest day of her life had been when she’d moved here to live just over a year ago. Of course turning a vacation cottage into a year-round home was proving harder than she’d thought, but she was up for the challenge.
Being able to swim every day, to walk along the beach day and night, to surf year round, more than made up for the inconvenience of a property in dire need of some serious maintenance. But she would do it. She’d already retiled the kitchen and bathroom floors, hacked and slashed, weeded and chopped, until the garden was under control, and had repainted all the rooms. Next up was repairing the porch decking, so she could sit out there of an evening and watch the waves rolling in and out, a sight that she never tired of.
And standing on the beach was Zac. Another sight she never tired of. Damn, that man was built! Zac had lived here all his life, so she’d known him since they were both kindergarteners. His brown hair was bleached blondish from the sun, and he worked as a groundsman at the golf course behind the short row of houses. His muscular body gleamed with droplets of water, and he waved at her, calling out, “Ready to catch a few waves with me?”
“Hell, yeah.”
She kicked off her flip-flops and dropped her baseball cap, sarong, and towel onto them, then followed him down to the water. The surf was looking really good today, and she was more than ready to enjoy it.
Gwyn had learned to swim and surf the first few summers she’d been here. Zac was just a year older than her, and his much older brother, Mike, had taught them both. A few years later, when she was around seven or eight, the very old lady in the end cottage had died, and Parker’s family had started renting it each summer from the new family who bought it. From then on, the three of them were inseparable every summer, and she’d lost her virginity to them both right here on the beach one hot summer night. That had been the night they’d progressed from touching and blowjobs to real sex. And she was likely the only person around here whose first true sexual experience had been a ménage. But they were such a close group it didn’t seem reasonable to do it any other way.
Over the years they’d all had a range of partners, but somehow every summer they became once again a tight-knit threesome. Since she’d come here to live she’d thought seriously about fucking Zac, but without Parker, it didn’t seem right. They’d always been a triad. Parker had emailed to say he’d be down for the summer again this weekend, and she was really hoping for some hot and heavy action when he arrived.
The waves were exhilarating, but after an hour she came out of the water to sit on her towel. Zac was bringing his board to join her, when he looked up to the top of the dunes and waved. Gwyn turned around and there was Parker, looking taller than ever, his white-blond hair flopping onto his shoulders, and wearing nothing but a miniscule pair of Speedos. Damn, he looked good!
Parker ran down the dune, and picked her up to twirl her around. “Missed you,” he said, giving her a kiss, and putting her down before punching Zac on the arm. “Good to see you again, buddy.”
“How long are you down for, Parker?” she asked, hoping he’d say the full month.
“I’ve moved down here to live. I got sick of you two always telling me how good life here was, compared to the big city, so I applied for the manager’s job at the Beachfront Motel and got it. So now I’m a gen-u-ine, one-hundred-percent native.”
“Woo hoo! That’s awesome news.” Gwyn threw herself against his muscular chest for another hug, and Zac joined them, pressing his cock into her ass as he hugged them both in his big arms.
“Mmm.” She pushed her ass back into Zac’s cock then pressed her belly forward into Parker’s. Oh yeah, he was happy to see them both again.
“How would you both like to come to my place and see the bookshelf I just built today?” she suggested.
“Isn’t the guy supposed to ask the gal to see his etchings?” said Zac.
“Do you have any etchings?” Parker asked.
“Actually, no. Guess we’d better go look at Gwyn’s bookshelf instead.”
Laughing they collected their things, ran up the dune, crossed the dirt road, and walked into Gwynnyth’s front yard. “Hey, this is looking good. Your folks had let the yard get kinda overrun with that creeper stuff, but the garden looks great now,” said Parker.
“Yeah, took a couple months of hard work, but it’s worth it.”
“Freaking knotweed. We’re always on the lookout for it at the golf course. Can’t let it get a hold there,” added Zac.
She unlocked the front door and let the men precede her inside. Zac hadn’t seen the living area since she’d painted it, and she wanted to hear his reaction as well as Parker’s.
“Hey it looks so much lighter, brighter. What have you done?” asked Zac.
She didn’t answer, waiting for them to work it out.
“The clunky, dark window blinds are gone,” said Parker.
Zac shook his head and swiveled around looking at everything. Parker had obviously decided he’d solved the problem and wandered over to look at her bookshelf in the corner. He thumped a fist against the sides, and the bookshelf hardly wobbled at all. Gwyn w
as inordinately pleased with herself.
Parker stared at the wall behind the shelf. Zac was staring at the walls now, too. Almost together they said, “That horrible dark blue paint’s gone.”
“The walls. You’ve repainted the walls.”
Parker and Zac looked at each other and laughed. “We always did think alike. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” asked Zac.
“I reckon so. Are you going to show us what changes you’ve made in the bedroom, Gwyn?”
Suddenly the room seemed to be enveloped in a fog of lust. Heat that had nothing to do with the outside temperature rushed through Gwyn. The crotch of her swimwear dampened with her honey and she longed to feel both Zac and Parker inside her again. Parker’s teeny tiny swimwear was struggling to contain his cock, and Zac had a most impressive bulge in the front of his board shorts. She turned and walked down the short hallway to the bedroom. The room was not large and her bed took up most of the available space, with a small nightstand crammed between the bed and the wall on one side.
She tugged the quilt off the bed and let it drop to the floor, then kicked off her flip-flops and wiggled out of her electric green swimsuit. As she did so she watched Zac and Parker. It took Parker all of one second to lift his Speedos down off his cock. Zac didn’t take much longer to shuck his board shorts. Then the two of them pulled her between them, leaning their hot, hard bodies against hers, pressing their cocks into her, letting her know more clearly than words ever could, how much they wanted her. And she wanted them too. So very much. “God, I’ve missed you both.”
“Thank you for waiting for me. For not fucking each other while I was gone. That means so much to me,” said Parker, kissing her, then kissing Zac.
“Hey, man, we’re a team,” replied Zac.
“Yes, we are, and we’ve got a mission to accomplish,” added Parker, picking Gwyn up and dropping her onto the bed.
Both men climbed on after her, and as they’d done so often before, Zac started playing with her breasts, while Parker sucked and nibbled his way up her legs.
They were all salty and sandy but it had never mattered to any of them. Somehow the beach was part of their connection. All those years as children playing in the sand and surf had given them a really deep knowledge of each other’s likes and dislikes, and spending the intervening months apart hadn’t spoiled their connection with each other.
Gwyn was so happy Parker would be living here now. She really hoped this would mean they’d be together properly. None of them had ever been engaged, or even had a really long-term partner, although it had always been understood they weren’t exclusive. But maybe now they would be more than just summer fuck-buddies.
She dug her fingers into Zac’s hair, enjoying the way the top was bleached from the sun, but the under layers were darker. Then she couldn’t think anymore as he was rolling her nipple between his teeth, pressing it to the roof of his mouth, then sucking the entire areola into that hot wet space. “God, you do that well.” No one had ever pleasured her breasts as well as Zac did.
Parker seemed to take her comment as a personal challenge. He’d been licking and sucking the soft skin behind her knees, making her flesh shiver in delight. Now he moved to the ultra-sensitive skin of her inner thighs, licking wet circles, lines, and spirals, then puffing warm air on the damp patches. Gradually his mouth moved closer and closer to her cunt, until he nibbled on her pussy lips. “Oh God,” she moaned.
Zac stretched over her and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out a box of condoms. “Ah, I like a woman who’s prepared,” he said.
“Summer has always been my favorite time of year.” She laughed, then gasped as Parker slid two fingers deep into her cunt.
“So wet,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
Zac tossed a condom to Parker, and rolled one on his own shaft. He lay on his back and pulled Gwyn onto his body. She teased him by sinking very slowly over his cock. “Damn, that feels good. I’ve missed you both so much.”
Zac grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard, forcing his cock up high inside her. When he couldn’t go any deeper, he lifted one of her legs straight up into the air. Parker moved in hard against them both and pushed his cock into her entry. Gradually she stretched wider, letting him in beside Zac. Zac kept very still as Parker pushed in, Gwyn’s walls expanding, stretching, allowing her to accommodate two big cocks just as she always had.
The men began to thrust into her, but carefully so neither of them popped out. Their cocks rubbed against each other, rubbed against her walls, the most intimate way three people could ever join together. The emotional bonding of this kind of sex was as extreme as the fucking itself. Every move by any of them was felt by all the partners, as the men’s cocks massaged each other as well as her.
The intense carnality of the action always overwhelmed Gwyn. To her, being together like this was the best, most wonderful, most erotic experience ever. Both men inside her, all three of them united so intimately.
Zac was plastered to her front, Parker was over her back and side. Their arms were wrapped around her, their legs entangled. All too soon her orgasm was roaring up through her. She dug her hands into Zac’s shoulder and Parker’s thigh as she screamed their names, shattering apart, her body shaking and her cunt gripping their cocks hard.
She felt the exact moment they both came, the heat spreading inside her even through the thin latex. “So good,” she murmured.
“Hell yes,” said Zac, kissing her, then Parker.
“Damn straight,” added Parker, carefully untangling himself from the other two.
Chapter Two
They’d showered, then made sandwiches, sitting around her tiny, circular kitchen table to plan their free time as they ate.
Parker pulled Gwyn onto his lap, freeing his cock from his swimwear and sliding into her cunt by pushing her shorts to one side.
“Don’t you dare come. No glove, no love.”
“I hear you, but I’m clean. I haven’t fucked anyone since you two last summer. I just can’t connect with anyone else the way we three connect.”
“Yeah, what we have is very special. None of my partners, male or female, light my fire the way you two do,” said Zac. He left the room, returning quickly with condoms and lube. He dropped his board shorts then crouched on the floor. He pulled her shorts down to get at her butt.
“Has anyone been in here recently?” he asked, sliding a slippery finger into Gwyn’s anus.
“No,” she groaned, shivering at the delicious feeling of a cock in her cunt and fingers in her ass. If two cocks in her cunt together was the best sex ever, one in her cunt and the other in her ass was an awesome second best.
Zac lubed her ass, rubbing all over the tight muscles, sliding one, two, then three fingers deep inside, sending sexy shivers racing up and down her spine.
Not to be outdone, Parker licked and sucked her breasts, kissed her nose, eyelids and ear lobes, then dropped a finger to play with her clit.
“I’m dying here. I need you both gloved and inside me right now,” she demanded.
“Okay.” Zac slapped her ass, then lifted her off Parker’s cock. She pulled her shorts and t-shirt off while Parker grabbed a condom and rolled it over his cock. Then he jumped up, and sat on the kitchen counter, legs spread wide apart. Zac lifted Gwyn up and dumped her back on Parker’s lap.
“Are you serious? Here? In the kitchen?”
“Why not?”
Gwyn slid down on Parker’s cock again. She loved the feeling of fullness of having him inside her, and she felt much more relaxed now he was wearing the latex.
Zac moved up behind her, spread her ass cheeks, and pressed his condom-covered cock at her rear entry. She pushed out and he popped in, as easily as if he’d been in there yesterday instead of almost a year ago.
“Oh, God, having you both in me like this is so good.”
“Feels mighty fine from my position too,” said Parker, slamming his cock up hard inside her pussy.
/> “Agreed,” grunted Zac, swiveling his hips so his cock slid across her rear walls and pressed deep inside her, his balls snugged up against her ass.
Gwyn leaned her head on Parker’s chest listening to his heart beat so fast. She bent both arms backward to grip Zac’s sides. This way she could feel his heart against her back. It was so special to be sandwiched between them like this. Someone had once called it being the cream in an Oreo cookie and the image worked for her.
The men had a rhythm going now, both of them pounding into her together, dragging their cocks almost all the way out of her, then thrusting back in, totally synchronized in their movements. All she could do was hang on tight and enjoy it. She lifted her head from Parker’s chest and dragged her nipples across the white-blond curls on his chest. It felt so good she did it again, then again.
Zac’s hand came around to her pussy, and he leaned his longest finger hard on her clit. That tiny extra touch was all she needed. Gwyn screamed and exploded as an orgasm raged through her, seeming to burst from her nipples, her clit, her pussy and her ass all at once.
Parker groaned and gripped her shoulders as he pounded up inside her, higher and harder than she could have believed possible. Zac’s hands were back on her hips as he jack-hammered into her from behind.
After a few strokes both men had joined her in release, the extra bursts of heat in her pussy and her ass making more aftershocks roll through her. Deliberately she clenched her inner muscles, wanting to give them both as much enjoyment as she was receiving.
Then the three of them sagged together, breathing heavily, slicked with sweat.
“Let’s go have a swim to cool off,” suggested Parker.
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