Leah's Triplet Mates (6 page)

A million thoughts raced through Leah’s brain. A lifetime of being the oldest, the wisest one, the one who set a good example for her younger sisters, the perfectly behaved preacher’s daughter swamped her mind. Her nipples ached for more. Her cunt longed to be filled with a thick cock. Her body craved being possessed by a man. Or all three of them.

To say yes would be insane, wild, stupid. She knew nothing about these men. She didn’t even know where she was, far less how to get home. They’d already locked her in the trunk of a car and whipped her.

But I escaped from the car, and I enjoyed being whipped.

She opened her mouth to say
no
, calmly and firmly. Instead, “Yes, please,” came out.

“You won’t regret it. I promise you excellent orgasms,” whispered the man behind her.

He pulled her up onto her hands and knees, and kneeled behind her, gripping her hips. Saxon, whose cock she was sucking, wiggled around until his cock was under her mouth again, and then he held her head, focusing her mind where it needed to be to suck his balls. Next she rolled them very gently in her hand as she balanced on her other hand and moved her mouth down over his cock.

The third man slid under her body and sucked a breast into his mouth. The pleasure was so intense her hand couldn’t hold her up, and she dropped to her forearms, using only her mouth on the cock she was sucking for a moment.

She sucked the cock deep, and as she did, the man behind her slammed his erection into her cunt from behind, gripping her hips fiercely as he rammed his cock deep in a single movement. He was much bigger than anyone she’d ever had before, and her gasp of breath had her inhaling Saxon’s cock deep down her throat. She groaned and gagged on it, but he held her ears tightly, grunting, “swallow me,” to her. So she did, managing to inhale through her nose and fill her lungs somewhat.

Meanwhile the man behind her slammed in and out of her cunt, pumping fast and hard, stretching and filling her on every stroke.

Her body was so aroused, so excited by everything that was happening. It was an unbelievable, magical, yet erotically carnal experience for her.

This is amazing. It’s awesome, yet it’s all happened so fast it hardly seems real. Almost as if it’s too good so it must be all a dream.

Underneath her, the third man licked and sucked her breasts and her nipples, painting wet lines on the soft undersides of her globes and nibbling gently on her nipples. Leah had almost forgotten the clothespins gripped to her until he started unclipping and re-clipping them.

When he nipped the one on her clit, she cried out around the cock in her mouth and genuinely couldn’t breathe for a few seconds.

That man pulled his cock out as cum filled her mouth. The one fucking her slammed into her, his body slapping against her sore ass as the third one removed more of the clothespins and pinched her nipples with his fingers.

It was all too much. She couldn’t even keep track of who was doing what anymore. Her orgasm burst through her body, and the man fucking her groaned as her cunt filled with his cum.

Lean’s body went limp, sprawled over two of the men, with the one behind her leaning over her back. But the one underneath her pushed her onto her side, held her breasts together tightly, and pumped his cock between them. Her eyes flew open in surprise as his hot shaft slid between her breasts. No one had ever done that with her before, and it was amazingly sexy. She looked up into his face, identical to both of the other men, and caught the sparkle in his black eyes as his seed shot out of his cock onto her breasts, her neck, and her chin.

His grin was so engaging that she smiled back at him, even though she had no idea why she did.

Saxon, the one whose cock she’d sucked, stood up and gripped her hand, tugging her off the bed. “Now we shower.”

“I certainly need one. Afterward, though, you give me the stamp albums and take me to my car so I can go home.”

“After the shower we talk. Then we’ll see,” he replied.

* * * *

Hardy’s heart fluttered when she smiled at him. She had the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.

She was a loving woman, and her body was as stunning as her face. Not that he’d be forgiving her for ruining his car any time soon.

The dungeon had been designed for a crowd. Since so many panthers were twins or triplets, all the rooms and furniture were designed to accommodate a group. He knew they’d all fit inside the shower just fine. It was a walk-in shower, not one over a tub, with glass walls and a glass door so every inch of space could be used for play by a ménage. Hardy intended to get his hands on their woman again. He hadn’t touched her cunt properly yet, and he wanted to dip his fingers inside her channel and find her sweet spot as soon as he could. Maybe even touch her ass, although some women might not like that. Somehow he thought she would. He didn’t even know her name, but he had the feeling she’d be ready for more sexy games quite soon.

Saxon turned on the water, and Hardy pulled her around to face him. “What’s your name?” he asked her.

“What’s yours?”

“I’m Hardy, that’s Saxon—he already told you his name—and Bram is behind us.”

She looked very critically at them all, and Hardy wondered if she’d be able to tell them apart. They were identical triplets, but there were very subtle differences between them. They deliberately cut their hair the same and dressed very similarly, unlike another set of panther triplets here, Vallen, Montague, and Diego Reed, who had different hair lengths and styles to differentiate them.

“Well?” he asked her.

She simply raised an eyebrow at him.

“Your name? I told you ours.”

“Oh, sorry. I’m Leah. And I really do want to go home, with my stamp albums.”

“I said we’d talk after we showered,” said Saxon, pulling Leah under the water.

Saxon took the shower gel and began massaging her shoulders. Unfortunately Hardy wasn’t fast enough. Bram kneeled at Leah’s feet and began massaging her ass, which was still quite pink, even under the water. Hardy felt a flash of guilt. He should have been caring for her. He was the one who’d whipped her. But he craved touching her cunt. He crouched on the base of the shower on the opposite side of her from Bram and bent his mouth to her cunt, sucking her labia, wondering if they were still a little sore from all the clothespins. One thing was clear. Her clit was still a dark pink and erect. That was good news. He moved his mouth from her labia to her clit, sucking on the tiny bud. She widened her legs, but he wasn’t sure if that was because of him or Hardy. Either way, it didn’t matter. It worked for him.

Hardy licked along the join between her thigh and her torso and then sucked her clit again. Next, he tongue fucked her pussy for a while, teasing the insides of her thighs with his fingers as he did.

She made a soft, happy, burbling noise, and he tilted his head up to look at her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was smiling. Excellent.

Hardy thrust three fingers into her cunt and twisted and turned them, feeling for that slightly rougher place that would send her crazy. Above him, Saxon captured her lips with his, and Hardy was sure Bram was massaging her back door. Hardy fucked his fingers in and out of her cunt, scraping a fingernail lightly over her sweet spot when he found it.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned.

“Come now, Leah,” ordered Saxon.

Hardy pumped his fingers in and out of her again, and she came creaming over them. He gentled his strokes and then pulled his hand away and sucked her clit again before standing up.

She was still smiling, and her chest was heaving. Bram was washing her with shower gel now, and Hardy joined in while Saxon supported her.

Soon they stepped out and wrapped towels around her and themselves. Leah took a second towel to rub her hair. “I hope one of you has a comb I can borrow. Otherwise, my hair is going to look terrible.”

Hardy laughed. Oh yes, he did like this woman very much.

* * * *

Holding Leah, having her suck his dick so well, was a revelation to Saxon. He hadn’t believed Bram’s bullshit about her being perfect for them. He’d thought it’d be just another five minutes of pleasure. This woman had to be interrogated because of her connection with Lutterworth, but the idea that she might be mate material hadn’t crossed his mind. He’d been sure Bram’s talk was just wishful thinking.

Honesty made him admit to himself that his dick had practically exploded at her touch. Her fingers and mouth on him had been a huge aphrodisiac. He’d come so fast and so hard it’d almost blown his mind. Yet she clearly wasn’t a highly experienced sexual partner. She’d taken the time to stare at and touch his equipment, treating him gently and carefully yet still arousing him hugely. If he had to guess, he’d have said she hadn’t had very many partners at all. Clearly she wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t display the innate confidence a woman who’d sucked a range of cocks gave off either.

That made her more special, and highly valuable, in his mind. He liked the idea that he and his brothers could initiate her into the delights of BDSM ménages. The scent of her cream when Hardy had whipped her proved she’d enjoyed the punishment, although she’d definitely deserved it as well after all the trouble she’d given them.

To his surprise, she picked up her panties and rolled the two pieces together, tucking them into the pocket of her jeans. After she was dressed, she looked around the dungeon and asked, “Where are my stamp albums?”

Instead of waiting for an answer, she hurried to the door and picked up her coat, looking underneath it before slinging it over her shoulder and turning to face him again. Her face was set. He knew instantly that she wouldn’t leave without those fucking stamp albums.

“Why do you want them?” he asked.

“Because they belong to me.”

“Why have you taken your panties? They’re ruined,” said Hardy.

“For the same reason. Because they’re mine. Besides, they aren’t ruined. They’re cut along the seam. I can sew them back together easily enough. Now, quit wasting my time and give me the stamp albums. Please.”

Saxon wanted to grin. The
please
was very much an afterthought. However, her saying she was going to mend her panties was very interesting indeed. He didn’t know how much ladies’ underwear cost, but these weren’t a delicate, expensive silk and lace creation. They were plain cotton, likely only worth a dollar or two. For her to say she planned to sew them back together indicated to his mind that she was a seamstress by trade or inclination or else a couple of dollars mattered to her. Dammit. He needed to get to the bottom of this matter.

“Why are the stamps so important to you? Why were you at Lutterworth’s house tonight?” he asked in his sternest Dom voice.

She sighed, and a lot of the fight went out of her body. He suddenly noticed how tired she looked and realized that it must be getting close to dawn already and none of them had slept yet.

“If I tell you my story, do you promise to give them back to me and let me go?”

“Yes we do. On our honor,” said Bram.

Saxon wanted to kick his idiotic youngest brother. Bram might be besotted with her, but they still had no way of knowing whose side she was on in this battle. Then he remembered they had her car and could memorize her license plate and address. It wouldn’t be hard to catch her again if they needed to.

She stared at Hardy, who nodded and said, “That doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you for trashing my car.”

“You shouldn’t have locked me in the trunk then.”

When she looked at him, he said, “You have my word. Now tell me your story. I want the truth, not some fairytale.”

She sank down onto the floor, sitting with crossed legs and watching them. Instantly, Bram sat opposite her and so did Hardy. Saxon admitted to himself that he was feeling tired, too, and joined them.

“I already told you that John-Paul Crawford is my father. The Reverend John-Paul Crawford.”

“So that church you went to was your home?” interjected Hardy.

She nodded. “Our current home. For many years Dad was an itinerant Baptist preacher moving around the country wherever a church called him. The last two years we’ve been at the Tenth Baptist church establishing a refuge for abused woman and children and a feeding program for the homeless. A pastor doesn’t earn much of a salary, and running these programs costs a lot of money. We rely on wealthy donors.”

He’d never stopped to think about such things, but he supposed even feeding soup and bread to a hundred people would be costly if they needed a meal every day.

“So your dad sold his stamp albums to raise money. Why did you steal them back?” asked Hardy.

“That fucktard told Dad the stamps were only worth a few hundred dollars and Dad gave him the albums saying it’d have to do. That it was all he had to sell. My sisters and I had been checking Dad’s stamps online, and although he doesn’t have any really special ones, his collection goes back to before he was born. He was given the first album when he was just a little kid, and some of his aunts and uncles gave him their old stamps to start his collection. My sisters and I are sure that, as a collection, the albums are worth more than a measly two hundred dollars. They aren’t really valuable. I’m not talking thousands, but Zoe did the math, and she reckons dad should have been given one thousand for them. Maybe even more.”