by Sable Sylvan
“Taking all three of you? At once?” asked Kelly. “Nuh-uh. No way. I have a lot of padding, but even this cushion can’t take all the pushin’ you three would be doing.”
“Trust us,” said Jeff. “Please, Kelly. This is the only way for us to be sure that this is a fated ménage, to be sure that you…you’re our fated mate.”
“Walk me through this again,” said Kelly, rubbing her temples.
“We all need to take you at the same time,” said Will.
“And you need to come,” said Jeff. “Hard.”
“And so do we,” said Tom.
“Tom…you’re a fuckin’ doctor,” said Kelly.
“Not until you get those pants off,” said Tom wickedly.
“You know what I mean,” said Kelly. “You’re a doctor. Tell them that this isn’t medically sound, that there’s no way that a woman like me can take three dicks with no training.”
“That’d be a lie,” said Tom.
“You’re telling me that in your expert medical opinion, I’m fit to take a triple dicking?” asked Kelly.
“It’s nothing we can’t do with a relaxed body and a lot of lube…a lot, a lot, a lot of lube,” said Tom.
“What exactly are the logistics for this?” asked Kelly.
“We all need to be connected to you when we all cum at the same time,” explained Jeff. “Think of it as a conduit for our sexual energies.”
“I never thought I’d see my rough and tumble cowboys talking about ‘conduits for our sexual energies’ like we’re at a frikkin’ music festival in the desert,” said Kelly with a sigh. “Okay. So, skipping the euphemisms…what exactly do you mean by ‘connected’?”
“Our penises all need to be inside of you in some way when you come,” said Tom. “We all need to orgasm at the same time. You may have heard this referred to as a ‘mutual orgasm.’”
“Inside you can mean in your pussy, in your ass, in your mouth, and even in your hands,” said Will.
“Heck, even armpits are fair game,” said Jeff. “Not that anyone here is into armpits, except maybe Tom. He’s got that pervy look to him.”
“I’m a rake, thank you very much,” joked Tom. “Anyways, Kelly…the configuration is up to you. Easiest would probably be jerking two of us off while getting fucked by the third.”
“No,” said Kelly. “I don’t want it easy. I want it hard. Tom, I want you in my mouth. Will, you take my ass. You always did like sitting in the back of the class. And finally, Jeff…this may not be how you imagined your first time with me, but I want you in the driver’s seat. Drive that pussy to Pound Town.”
“You did not just say that,” said Tom, rubbing his temples. “Okay, now I can tell you’re nervous.”
“Wouldn’t you be nervous in my situation?” asked Kelly.
“What are you scared of?” asked Jeff.
“I’m worried about trying something new,” said Kelly. “I’m worried because you three seem to have this all figured out, and I don’t, and…”
“You’re worried you’re not our fated mate?” guessed Will.
“Exactly,” admitted Kelly.
“Look, how about we take this slow?” suggested Will. “We’ll sit on the edge of the bed. You dictate what happens, although…”
“…Although you have a request?” guessed Kelly.
“Why don’t you put on a show for us?” asked Will. “You’re confident in your curves and showing them off. Turn that confidence into the confidence to take your fated mates for the first time.”
“That idea is so stupid, it just might work,” said Kelly. “All right, sit your cowboy butts down and watch how this is done!”
The cowboys hooted and hollered as they made their way to the bed. Kelly dimmed the lights and faced away from the cowboys. What the heck was she going to do? She hadn’t done anything like this in some time.
She glanced over her shoulders. The three men were sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her, expectantly. That made her even more nervous until she noticed all their hands were down their pants.
These cowboys wanted her, and badly. These hot-blooded shifters had a primal desire to claim their fated mate, and they didn’t care about the particulars, as long as the claiming happened.
With that knowledge, Kelly took in a deep breath and, looking back over her other shoulder, brushed one hand through her thick hair while using the other hand to drop one of her camisole’s spaghetti straps down from her broad, pillowy shoulders down to her curved upper arms.
The cowboys all clapped. She swore she heard Jeff say ‘yee-haw.’ She got closer to the cowboys, dropping her jeans as she walked toward them. She took her camisole top off and swung it like a lasso before tossing it aside.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” said Will. “You’re going to give the girls at my usual club a run for their money.”
Kelly leaned down and whispered in Will’s ear, “Lucky for you, cowboy, touching is allowed here.” As Kelly stood back up, her breasts brushed against Will’s face. He took in the scent of her primal femininity and groaned, his cock twitching at the thought of holding those tits from behind as he rammed her lower entrance.
Kelly leaned down in front of Will, her broad ass in his face, and that’s when she felt somebody else reach over and touch her.
“What do I see here?” asked Tom, reaching out to caress Kelly’s bum. Another finger joined his, tracing the lines of the tat.
“Oh, that?” asked Kelly. “Got it on a dare.”
“So you’re telling me there’s a story,” said Jeff, joining Will and Tom and taking the opportunity to touch Kelly’s curves, his finger following the outline of the star-shaped tattoo. It was yellow and looked metallic, like a sticker, but it was just a regular inked on tat.
“When Savina and I were in high school, we dared each other to leave our comfort zones,” said Kelly. “I dared her to wear bright pink to a concert…and she dared me to get a tat, the tat of her choice.”
“And that’s why you’ve got a bright gold sheriff’s star reading ‘sexy’ tatted across your ass?” asked Will.
“Yup,” said Kelly. “And it was worth it, too. Luckily, I was eighteen at the time, so I could get something professional done rather than a back alley job.”
“Back alley job? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to be doing tonight?” asked Will.
“You’re right. I’m stalling,” said Kelly with a laugh. “Okay. I don’t feel nervous. Should we get this party started?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to say that all-frikkin’-night,” said Tom.
Kelly straddled Will first, pressing her legs around his waist, worried, for a split second, that Jeff and Tom would change their minds about the ménage, that their shifts would tell them this wasn’t right, this wasn’t how things were done…but when she felt Jeff and Tom fiddle with her bra clasp and work together to get it undone, she knew that they were good to go.
Kelly pressed her lips to Will’s mouth and felt as Tom kissed her cheek while Jeff explored her curves with his lips, from her shoulders to her ample bosom to her curved waist and that supple ass. She leaned back, savoring the shower of kisses, and felt Will’s mouth take her nipple into his mouth. He sucked at it then for a second. She felt his mouth travel lower and lower…until, to get lower, he’d have to move her, and move her he did.
The other men moved away as Will flipped the position he and Kelly were in, putting Kelly on the bed in the spot he’d been seated with Will between her legs. Will kept kissing Kelly down the center of her body, and when he reached her panty line, he didn’t stop. He tore the panties straight off, the fabric ripping between his two hands which simultaneously pulled the panties down and off of Kelly.
“I liked those,” said Kelly.
“Not as much as you’ll like this,” said Will, pressing his mouth to Kelly’s entrance and teasing it with his tongue before pounding it harder and harder with both the hard kisses of his lips and the spinning of his
tongue in broad strokes around her pleasure hole.
But Will wasn’t done. He still had further to go with his mouth. His tongue wasn’t done exploring Kelly’s body.
“Oh, Will, you’re going too low…you might accidentally, y’know,” started Kelly shyly.
“Ma’am, with all due respect, you’re right…I know exactly what I’m doing,” said Will. “Now…let me do my job. After all, this is a rim job, not a rim vacation.”
“Then who am I to stop a cowboy from doing his job?” asked Kelly. She’d never had a rim job before, but there was a first time for everything.
She felt Will’s tongue go down from her lower lips to the space between her two entrances. He sucked and licked at that space, her perineum, being careful not to damage the delicate membrane. Kelly leaned back, putting her back against the flannel bed sheets and letting Will hike her legs up to his shoulders
“A little help here?” Will asked, and Tom and Jeff were more than willing to oblige in exchange for a front seat to the show. They each lifted one of Kelly’s legs so that Will could position himself into the right spot and eat Kelly’s ass like a starving man at a buffet.
Will pressed his lips to Kelly’s rosebud. Slightly puckered, he kissed it and felt it relax beneath his lips. He was ready to get to work doing his job…his rim job.
Kelly gripped the sheets and felt her back arch instinctively from the pleasure she was receiving. She’d never felt anything like it before. She never thought she would’ve found pleasure from that area, but it made sense that she would. After all, it was as soft, as tender, as sensitive as the rest of her nether region. It made sense that not only would Will want to explore that virgin territory, but that the back entrance would respond to Will’s touch in kind.
“Always knew you were secretly a kiss-ass,” said Tom, rubbing down Kelly’s thigh with his free hand.
“Make that two of us,” said Jeff, massaging Kelly’s lower leg.
“Shut up and get inside of me,” begged Kelly.
“Once you’re ready to take us,” said Tom.
Kelly felt a digit dip into her honey pot and swirl, checking for evidence of her arousal. It was one of Tom’s fast fingers. He slipped the finger into his mouth and licked it clean.
“She’s good to go,” said Tom. “Now, Miss Kelly, I’ll be slipping off for a second…but I’m sure these two hunks’ll handle you just fine.” Tom winked at Kelly and grabbed a cup with toothpaste and a toothbrush before heading to the bathroom to brush up and get ready for round two.
“I see he got you wet…real wet,” said Jeff, looking at Kelly’s sex. “You gave us quite a show…now, it’s our turn to return the favor.”
Jeff and Tom stripped for Kelly at the same time, unbuttoning shirts to reveal broad, thick, firm chests, lowering jeans and trousers to reveal proof of their desire for Kelly.
On their chests, beneath layers of thick brown hair, were the marks.
“Is that…a horseshoe?” asked Kelly, tracing Tom’s mate mark, which looked like the letter U with a heavy serif.
“Is it any wonder I became a cowboy?” asked Tom. “I knew I was destined to find my mate working with horses.”
“And yours, it’s a cowboy hat,” said Kelly, tracing Jeff’s mark with her other hand. The mark on Jeff’s chest formed the distinctive silhouette of the type of hat that could be found all over the dude ranch: a classic cowboy hat.
“You’re not forgetting about mine, now, are you?” asked Will, walking toward Kelly, his shirt already unbuttoned.
“It’s…a lasso,” said Kelly. Will’s mark consisted of one thick broad brown line, consisting of a loop and a wavy portion.
“I thought these boys would show you a good time, but I guess it’s time for me to get back to entertainin’ you,” said Will. He walked up to Kelly and, without even lowering his jeans further than his butt, slipped out his cock and pressed the head of his cock against Kelly’s ass.
“Still wet,” said Will.
“Still wanting,” admitted Kelly.
“I can do something about that,” said Will. He spat on his hand and lubed his cock up real nice before pressing the head into Kelly.
“Holy shit, that smarts,” said Kelly with a wince.
Will pulled out and sat on the bed. “You control the pace, then.”
“Like that’ll make it any easier,” said Kelly.
“You’ll be surprised,” said Tom. “Just relax, take some deep breaths, and sit down on Will.”
Kelly held Tom and Jeff’s hands as she carefully sat down on Will, who reached around to play with her clit while she took his thickness into her back entrance.
“There, now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” asked Tom.
“No…but there’s another problem now,” said Kelly shyly.
“What is it?” asked Will, holding Kelly’s hips as he thrust in and out of her, bouncing Kelly up and down on his cock.
“I…I want more,” said Kelly. “I want to be filled up with all three of you, at the same time.”
“I told you I had a special brand of shifter magic,” said Will. “Boys, you heard the lady. Get in there!”
Jeff didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself in front of Kelly, who was being bounced up and down on Will’s lap, and aimed his cock so it’d enter her on her next downward bounce. He bit his lower lip as he felt Kelly’s tight canal around his cock, a tunnel made tighter by the thrusting of Will’s cock in Kelly’s ass.
Tom stroked himself while watching the scene. He’d heard of the beast with two backs, but a beast with three? Well, it deserved a fourth. He spent nearly fifteen minutes figuring out how to position himself, before going to get a chair. He got on the chair and stood carefully, letting Kelly suck his cock as she bounced up and down on Jeff and Will’s cocks.
Kelly took Tom’s cock into her mouth greedily. She couldn’t believe that everything had not only worked out…but that she was going to know, in a few minutes, whether or not these men, no, these shifters, these big, bad, alpha male, utterly dominant, uncontrollable werebears, were, in fact, her fated mates. Any doubting thoughts were dashed out of her mind by Kelly’s lust for the men who she had resisted the company of for far too long.
Kelly felt her body change. It was as if her body was made of warm pudding, as if her curves were melting into a puddle, as if she was truly becoming one with the three men intent on pleasuring her while using her body for their primal purposes. The intense feeling of being filled by all three of the men she’d wanted to take as lovers, of being a vessel for their connection, was thrilling on both a physical and an emotional plane. Kelly felt her entire body relax, but only for a split second, because once her body had finally relaxed, it was ready to fully merge with the bodies of her big, bad bear shifter cowboys.
Kelly felt her lips suck down on Tom’s cock as if they had a will of their own. Her back entrance held Will in, tightly, while her front petals gripped Jeff. A feeling of warmth entered her body not from either of the men, but from her heart, and it spread, out through her body and into the bodies of her lovers.
Each of the men felt Kelly’s body tighten and take them into her body even more deeply.
Tom’s eyes flashed a brilliant green. Kelly had seen the glow before, but this time, the brightness was stronger. The light seemed to be coming from within Tom.
Kelly looked in front of her. Jeff’s eyes were also glowing, an amber light that was nearly the same shade of gold as a lighthouse’s beam.
She turned back, catching a glimpse of Will’s eyes, which were glowing a neon blue.
All at once, the three bear shifters had their release, but something else happened to the trio. Inside all three of the individual werebears, their inner bears roared separately, urging the men onwards, while reminding them to savor the moment, the moment that they’d each been waiting for their entire lives. After this moment, nothing would ever be the same.
At the same time, each of the marks on their bodies st
arted to glow. It was soft, at first, but then the glow became more intense. Will’s lasso, Tom’s horseshoe, and Jeff’s cowboy hat shaped marks all started to change. On top of each of the marks, another mark appeared, a mark in gold. It was geometric, a combination of triangles with dots on the edge. Once the glow faded, it was clear what the marks symbolized. They were sheriff’s badges, and they matched the tattoo that Kelly had on her butt.
“Are you frikkin’ kidding?” said Kelly, looking at the marks on all three men’s chests while they were in the large communal shower down the hall. “It’s the same as my tattoo…I’ll be darned.”
“Guess it means we are meant to be one giant ménage,” said Tom.
“As if there was ever any question of that,” said Will sarcastically.
“It’s like you branded us,” said Jeff. “You’re our fated mate, Kelly. You’re the fated mate to all of us. None of us were wrong about it from the start…we just weren’t exactly right.”
“Funny,” said Kelly, scrubbing herself. “Me? Branding a bunch of big, tough, scrappy alpha male cowboys who don’t take shit from anyone, much less each other?”
“Not kiddin’,” said Jeff. “I’ve heard tale of this kind of thing happening. Heard about it from some cowboys from up in the Northwest, cowboys with lumberjack kin.”
“And?” asked Kelly.
“And they said that one theory is…the mate marks can change when a woman changes her mates,” said Jeff. “You’ve changed all of us, Kell. I know it may be hard to believe, but I could never see myself being able to break my traditional ways with any other woman.”
“I couldn’t either,” said Tom.
“Triple for me,” said Will.
“And none of you are questioning that this is the path we should go down together?” asked Kelly. “I’m still worried that once we leave the dude ranch, things will be like they were before, that things won’t be so good. I saw you all work together in that bedroom. Just because we get along in bed doesn’t mean we’re ready to take this to the streets…but if we can’t get along in public, this relationship doesn’t have a future.”