Three of a Kind

by Skye Warren, Laura Kaye, Vanessa Vale

  “Fuck, that was incredible.” Robert pulled out of me and I felt a gush follow in his wake.

  His cock was spent, but it wasn’t any smaller than before, glistening now with a sheen of his seed and my arousal.

  I looked up at him and saw how pleased he was, how sated he looked. His dark eyes met mine and I saw that I’d pleased him. Andrew’s hand slipped lower and moved over my pussy. He was gentle about it, but my folds were swollen and tender.

  “I love seeing your pussy coated in Robert’s seed. It’s my turn, sweetheart. My turn to fill you up and make you mine.”

  Robert took my hand and pulled me up. The men switched places so Andrew was at my front on his knees, Robert behind. Sitting back on his heels, Andrew tugged me down so I sat upon his thighs. “Ride me, sweetheart.”

  I looked at Andrew, his pale gaze filled with need.

  “How?” I asked, unsure of what to do. His cock, nestled between us, was red and angry colored, clear fluid seeping from the tip.

  With his hands on my hips, he lifted and lowered me so that broad head of his cock slipped inside. Robert’s slick seed made it easy for me slide right down onto Andrew’s cock so that I sat directly on his thighs. My eyes widened at this new position, for his cock was so big, so thick. He seemed to be inside me even deeper than Robert had been.

  “Lift and lower. Use my cock for your pleasure. I want to see what makes you hot.”

  Pushing up with my knees, I lifted off Andrew so just the tip of him stretched me open, then dropped back down. I cried out and Andrew groaned.

  Robert’s hands came to my waist as he nipped at my shoulder. “She’s incredible, isn’t she?” he asked.

  “It’s like she was made for us.”

  “Mmm,” Robert replied. “Let’s see.”

  I began to move then, letting my body take over, circling and lifting and lowering myself to find the most pleasure. Robert’s hands stroked over my sides, my hips as Andrew’s lifted to cup and play with my breasts.

  I was close, so very close to coming, but I rode the edge. When Robert’s finger slipped down over my bottom and touched me in the darkest of places, I stilled and called out his name.

  “We’re going to fuck you here, too.” With the lightest pressure, he circled and circled and sparks of heat had me clenching down on Andrew’s cock.

  “She likes it, Robert. Don’t stop.”

  Robert chuckled at Andrew’s words. “I’m not going to stop until she comes, and that will only be when my finger is deep in her ass.”

  I groaned as his finger slid forward to collect some of the seed and arousal coating my pussy and working it into my bottom.

  “This isn’t right,” I whispered, but I couldn’t help but begin to move again. I needed to have Andrew’s cock stroking over all the sensitive places deep inside me. I also liked the hot, dark feelings of Robert’s finger pressing inward.

  “That’s it, you like it when you have something in your ass. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that need. Let my finger in, Ann.”

  I couldn’t refuse him. My body wouldn’t let me, for it wanted that finger to stretch my bottom open and sink in. Why? I had absolutely no idea because it was dark and carnal and dirty and naughty, but I liked it.

  “It’s… oh, Robert. Oh,” I gasped as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle and slipped in. He began to fuck my ass with just the tip of his finger in a rhythm that matched how I was fucking Andrew’s cock. “Oh, I like it. Please, I need—”

  Putting my hands on Andrew’s shoulders, I met his gaze as I used him, used his cock for my own pleasure.

  “Good girl,” he crooned. “Let Robert finger fuck your ass. Come as many times as you want.”

  He pulled on my nipples then as Robert pushed even deeper inside my back entrance. He was gentle about it, but I was desperate to come.

  Between the rough tug on my nipples, the thick cock in my pussy, and the sharp sensations Robert’s finger brought about, I came. I couldn’t hold it back. Nothing was going to stop it.

  Robert’s hand came around and clamped over my mouth and I breathed deeply through my nose, writhing in between them. I was doubly impaled and I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to.

  When I calmed, Robert removed his hand. “Imagine what it will be like when that’s my cock, not my finger. Again.”

  His word was a command, dark and roughly given and I did as he bid, riding both men again. Andrew took hold of my hips and began to move me to find his own pleasure as Robert continued his plundering in my rear.

  “So good, sweetheart. You’re so naughty and perfect. Our wife. We’re going to teach you every dark and dirty thing we want you to do and you’re going to love it.”

  “Yes,” I replied, for Andrew’s words were true. I loved it. I loved every naughty thing.

  Squeezing his eyes closed, he came with a rough growl. I knew now that the hot spurts I felt was his seed erupting from his cock, filling me. Robert thrust deep at the same time, never having been filled so much before. The orgasm couldn’t be denied and I came one final time, drenched in the feel of it, the scent of it, the sight of being surrounded by two men.

  I slumped then and the two men took care of me. Gentle hands lifted me and placed me on the cool sheets. A hand stroked the hair back from my face—when it fell from the pins I had no idea. Another hand nudged my thighs apart to wipe a wet cloth against my tender, drenched flesh. A body slipped in behind me and pulled me against his warm back. The other settled in front of me, a soft kiss settling on my forehead. All this happened with my eyes closed, trusting in the two men who’d vowed to do so many things for me. I just had to hope that they spoke the truth, that they could stand up to my father and his wrath, which I knew was yet to come.

  Chapter Eight

  Robert

  “I knew there was a… connection between us, but I didn’t expect it to be like that,” I told Andrew as I set my bag by the door, ready for the porter. Ann was in the adjoining room getting dressed. It was the first time we’d allowed her to wear clothes since we married her two days ago. While we told her we weren’t letting her out from underneath us until the ship docked, we also didn’t want her out of the room where her father would see her. A confrontation was going to occur, but it would not be on board.

  One of us had gone out for meals, although more often it had been me, seeing as Ann’s father believed it was my room where she hid. Andrew used his time alone with her wisely, on one occasion teaching her how to suck cock. She’d been an avid pupil and had demonstrated how much she’d learned. While most of my seed found its way into her belly, I hadn’t minded when she’d licked her lips to take in all that she’d missed.

  “It is incredible. She is perfect for us and I look forward to getting off this fucking boat and taking her home.”

  “Wherever the hell that is,” I replied.

  Andrew looked to me, then leaned against the wall. “It can’t be Washington. We could take up the Brits’ offer.”

  “Montana Territory?”

  He shrugged. “We have money to buy land. Ann will be safe from those who are not as open-minded. Kane, Ian and the others are understanding. They’ll have their own wives soon enough. Perhaps it would be safest.”

  “Perhaps,” I replied, unsure. “We’ve haven’t been in America for two years. There’s time to decide.”

  Ann came to the adjoining door, all prim and neat in the pale green dress she’d worn when she burst through my door and interrupted my bath. She had no other clothes, for we did not intend to ask her father for her trunk when we disembarked. It was our job to take care of her now and we would see to her wardrobe and anything else she would ever need. Her hair was up and pinned into a neat twist, small curls framing her face. The color of it was so much lighter than Andrew’s, it looked like spun gold. Her skin glowed, peaches and cream, without even a freckle on her nose. While her eyes were wary of what was to come, she had the loose and soft look of a woman well fucked.

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nbsp; “I’m ready,” she replied, offering a fake smile. Little did she know she had nothing to worry about. With us to protect her, she would not be harmed by anything, even her father.

  “Not quite,” Andrew said. While we had an irate father to get past, Ann came first.

  When she looked between the two of us with a slight frown, I nodded.

  “We have something for you.”

  When Andrew held up the small wooden plug, her frown deepened.

  “We met some British soldiers on the ship and we became friends. You met Kane the other day.”

  Her frown continued until she realized Andrew meant the man who’d come into the cabin when he thought she was being hurt, not fucked so hard her scream of pleasure carried down the hallway. Her cheeks flushed scarlet and she looked away.

  Nothing would diminish her inhibitions about fucking except time. If we settled in Montana with the Brits, I had no doubt that they would take the less formal stance on fucking as done in Mohamir. A woman’s needs came first, whenever and wherever. If Ann needed us to tend to her, whether for punishment or pleasure, we would provide it regardless who witnessed. Having Kane barge in was perhaps fortuitous, for it was the first taste for her of how we behaved.

  “They spent three years in Mohamir which, like Andrew and I, believe in several men claiming their bride,” I explained.

  “Indeed.” Andrew held out the plug and she took it, staring at it and trying to figure out what it was. It looked similar to a sock darner, although this one was smaller and had a base that would keep it safely in place once worked inside her. “As women in Mohamir take more than one husband at once, their asses are trained. Stretched for a cock.”

  Ann sucked in a breath.

  “It seems they brought some plugs with them, perhaps saving them for their future brides. The one you hold was a gift. A wedding present.”

  I doubted she ever imagined such a gift or had one in her trousseau.

  “You liked having Robert play with your ass,” Andrew said. It wasn’t a question, but fact. She’d come so hard when I’d used my finger to fuck that untried opening.

  She gasped at that, for while she might like it, she had yet to feel comfortable discussing it.

  “A finger fuck is enjoyable, but soon our cocks will fill you there instead.”

  Ann’s head came up and stared at us, her mouth open. Incredulous.

  “With your—”

  Andrew and I nodded at the same time. “With our cocks. One in your pussy and one in your ass. I see the panic on your face. Based on the way you behaved before, you’re going to love it.”

  “That,” I pointed to the plug she held, “will train your ass to take us both. Not yet, but soon.”

  She moved her hand behind her back. “You can’t mean to put that… there.”

  “We do.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Several reasons. First, because we want to. You will learn now that your body belongs to us and we will do what is best for you.”

  “By putting that… thing in my bottom?”

  “Yes.”

  “Again, why?”

  “Because you are going to love it.”

  She shook her head and took a step back. We let her, for there was nowhere to go.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “You’ve loved everything we’ve done with you so far,” I commented.

  “Another reason why we are going to put that training plug in your ass is because we need you prepared before we can fuck you together. We would never hurt you. We are doing this for you.”

  She didn’t think so and it showed on her face.

  “You’re worried about your father,” I said. “You have no need to be. We will take care of you. You have only been in these cabins with us, but you will quickly learn that we will let nothing happen to you.”

  “Yes, but—”

  “But what does that have to do with a plug in your ass?” I asked.

  “All you have to worry about is pleasing us. Having a plug fill you will please us, for we will know that you are stretching that virgin ass open for us. When we confront your father, and you know we will, you will have something to distract you. The fight with him is not yours. Once you married us, we took over your battles for you. You can know the plug is there, to feel it open you up for us as a reminder that you belong to us and we belong to you.”

  She was quiet as she thought on this.

  “Hands on the bed, please,” Andrew told her. He’d made his voice deep and even, his commanding tone. Ann was coming to recognize it as a time she needed to obey.

  She faltered, however.

  “You can bend over the bed and we can spank your ass, then put the plug in, or you can bend over the bed and we can put the plug in and make you come for being a good girl. Which will it be?”

  With the two of us offering her no quarter, she swallowed and turned toward the bed, placing her hands on the blanket. The position had her ass up, but not enough.

  “Go down on your forearms. Good. Yes, that’s much better.”

  Her ass was thrust out and high, ready for whatever we wished to do. While I wanted to fuck her again, we had limited time. Andrew went over to her and worked her dress up until it bunched on her back. Creamy thighs and her perfect ass were exposed. We had taken away her drawers, so she was bare. It had yet to change color by the strike of our palms. While I itched to do so, we must wait.

  “Good girl, sweetheart,” Andrew said. “Give me the plug.”

  Realizing she was still holding it, she glanced at it before reaching back. Andrew took it from her as I retrieved the jar of slick ointment that Kane had given us along with the plug.

  Andrew liberally coated the plug and then used the slickness still on his fingers to coat her back entrance. She startled at the touch, but settled as I went to sit beside her and stroked her back. I could still see everything that Andrew was doing, yet wanted to make the first time she took the plug easier for her.

  “Shh, Andrew’s just getting you nice and slick. That’s it, relax. Yes, that’s the plug. It’s small, Ann. So much smaller than either of our cocks. You took my finger so beautifully, just breathe and take the plug. Good, breathe again, it’s almost in.”

  Watching the plug go into her ass made me hard, eager to feel how wet she was, to slide my cock inside that sweet pussy. While she would spend the next few hours with a plug in her ass, Andrew and I would have aching cocks, eager to get her to our hotel and take her again.

  “Such a good girl, sweetheart. Robert, look how perfect she is. Now let’s give her a reward.”

  I stood and watched as Ann wiggled her hips, trying to adjust to the feel of the plug filling her. The round piece that remained outside of her was a perfect reminder of our possession and I had to adjust my cock in my pants. Andrew slipped his fingers lower and brushed over her clit. She stiffened briefly, then wiggled her hips again as he continued his ministrations. He brought her to climax as he whispered carnal words in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved seeing the plug in her ass. Quickly, she cried out her pleasure and I would never tire of how she looked when we gave it to her. Never.

  Andrew wiped his hands on a cloth, then helped Ann stand. Her dress dropped to the floor and she tried not to squirm. Lowering his head, Andrew kissed her. Thoroughly. When he lifted his head, Ann’s eyes were foggy with desire. Replete from the orgasm he’d just given her.

  “It’s time.”

  While the lusty haze diminished, I knew that every step we took down the hallway, one of us on either side of her, that she was feeling our possession, inside and out.

  Chapter Nine

  Ann

  When I ran away from my father the other day, it had been an attempt to avoid marrying Mr. Atherton. It was my final act of defiance before I was forced into that loveless marriage. Little did I know that within two hours, I would indeed be married. Married to the tw
o men who had piqued my interest on deck. Attraction was one thing, but immediate marriage was another. Since then, I’d been well and truly fucked. They’d taught me first that word and it had stuck, for it wasn’t fumbling under the covers in the dark. In fact, they’d never once allowed me to hide my body in the dark, unless it had been to sleep after they’d filled me with their seed. Then, I was naked and between them.

  I was married to two men. They hadn’t left me alone once. One of them had always been with me, seeing to my needs, whether it be hunger or desire or a bath or sleep. Just as they’d said, I felt cherished and while I didn’t love them yet, I knew—bone deep—that they would never hurt me. I was truly the center of their world.

  Unfortunately, our world had only been the four walls of Andrew’s cabin. Walking down the hall for the first time in two days prompted me that my father waited, but this time, I had Andrew and Robert flanking me. Nervous, I knew that they would protect me.

  The deck was crowded with passengers disembarking and porters wheeling baggage. With a hand at my elbow, Andrew guided me toward the steep ramp that led to solid ground. New York. For a brief moment, I thought that we could get away without gaining my father’s attention. That was not to be.

  “Ann.”

  It wasn’t my name that had me cringing, for Robert and Andrew had said it often enough with their rough growls of pleasure. It was the sharp tone.

  My feet stopped working and Andrew’s hand on my arm tugged me forward a step before he stopped, too. Robert was a few feet away. As I turned, I tucked a curl behind my ear that had come loose from the breeze off the water.

  My father looked as mean and miserable as always, but with two days’ reprieve, I saw now that he was not just protective as I used to believe, but self-serving. He’d been just biding his time with me until I could fulfill a purpose for him. That had been to marry Mr. Atherton, and I’d failed him in that.

  “Hello, Father.”

  Andrew pulled me behind him and I had to peek around his shoulder to see my father.