John (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 4)

by Becca Fanning

  “Not nearly often enough,” Helmut said, bent over. His hand was stroking his wet cock.

  “A sense of decorum is important,” Sven said as his hard tongue spiked up between my cheeks to rim me.

  “Oh God,” I moaned, concentrating on the sensation. It felt so incredible, just sitting on his face and using his hot mouth to get off like this. I remembered my other poor boy bent over in front of me and pressed my finger against his lone star.

  “Relax,” I cooed at Helmut. My words worked, and his sphincter parted, letting my digit sink to the first knuckle. I bent forward, my tongue teasing the sensitive flesh wrapped around my finger. He relaxed more, and I began to finger pound his gorgeous tight ass as far as my finger would go. Every time I sank my finger to the hilt, his cock would twitch and a small drop of pre-cum would come out.

  “That feels so good, Clarissa,” Helmut moaned. “But there’s something else I haven’t had in a long time,” he said. My finger came out as he lay down alongside Sven. He took his friend’s long prick in his hand and stroked it. Then he brought it to his lips, his mouth sinking down to Sven’s trim bush in one motion.

  “Wow,” I said, impressed with his skill. My gag reflex was nowhere near as good.

  “When you spend so long with one another,” Sven said, his eyes scrunching up, “you learn what each other likes.” I could tell he was trying his hardest not to come in our Alpha’s mouth.

  Helmut’s technique was different. He was slow. His lips lingered as his whole head came up off Sven’s prick. At the top his tongue swirled around the head of his Pack Mate’s cock. His other hand was softly squeezing and releasing Sven’s balls, urging them to release.

  “Unnnnh!” Sven groaned against my clit. His abs flexed as he sent load after load into Helmut’s hungry mouth. Like a true professional, Helmut didn’t miss a drop. He swallowed, then used his hands to make sure Sven’s well was dry. He squeezed him from the base to the tip, emptying him of his seed.

  “I needed that,” Helmut said, wiping his mouth. “This looks like fun,” he said casually as his face pressed in next to Sven’s and both their tongues worked me.

  I cried out in ecstasy as one stud’s mouth worked my clit, teasing it and flicking at it. The other was licking my taint and asshole, cleaning me better than any shower. I squeezed my breasts savagely as I came, white hot heat ripping through me like a wildfire. My legs gave out and I tumbled backwards, only to be caught and held by both men. I didn’t have a chance to enjoy an afterglow: they didn’t stop licking me.

  “Unnnngh,” I moaned, squirming. My mind was screaming that it needed a few minutes to relax, but my pussy was still along for the ride.

  Four big hands pinned me in place, holding my legs apart as their hungry mouths kept eating me out.

  “We’re not done with you yet,” Sven said.

  “Barely getting started, if we’re honest,” Helmut added.

  I gritted my teeth as I came again, my head laying down against a sweaty hard set of abs. I didn’t know whose it was, we were just one tangled sexual being. I felt their tongues swoop in to lick up my juices, and I began panting heavily, begging them for a moment of relief.

  The hands holding me let go, and I was slightly aware of bodies being moved around. The body beneath me disappeared, and I gasped as my back lay on the cold earth.

  Helmut lay down on top of me, his hot body pressing me down into the earth. His angry cock held in one hand, he rubbed the head against my slick clit, teasing me. “Fuck me,” I said.

  “Beg me,” he said, running the crown down between my lips.

  I grunted, arching my hips upward to slip myself onto his manhood.

  “No,” he said, pulling his hips back to deny me what I needed.

  “You’d best do as he says,” Sven said, kneeling down next to my face. His cock was in that lovely state between soft and hard. It was like a sleeping snake, and he casually rubbed the head around my cheek and over my lips. “Once he gets that look in his eye, he always gets what he wants.”

  Helmut just looked down at me, waiting.

  “Please, fuck me. I need you,” I said, pleading.with my Alpha.

  “Good girl,” he said, bringing his cock back to my entrance. Without another word he buried himself into me. Plunged to the hilt, his balls slapped hard against my ass.

  “Jesus!” I cried, my arms wrapping around his neck. My legs locked ankles behind his lower back. I turned my head and opened my mouth, inviting Sven’s cock.

  He obliged, stuffing his fatness into my mouth until my tongue was pinned against the bottom of my mouth. Then he pulled all the way out and lay his head across my lips.

  Helmut’s mouth came down, giving me a long slow tongue kiss with Sven’s cock in the middle. Our tongues played hide and go seek around his purple crown, trying to tag each other while Sven’s head slowly leaked cum for both of us. Helmut’s hips were grinding down on me, slowly filling my pussy with his length. Right as he got all the way down, he’d pivot and hit my G spot.

  I was overcome by all the sensations. The three of us all heeding the primal ancient call to mate, to find comfort in each other’s arms. Rutting under the moon, we were lost in our animalistic passions.

  Sven was now fully hard again, and he looked down at us. His golden eyes taking in our bodies. “What you do to her body, Helmut, it’s quite the sight.”

  “Join us. She needs our seed,” Helmut said flatly.

  It always drove me wild when he talked about me like this, especially when he fucked me. I bent upwards and bit his neck hard. I knew that would shut him up so he could focus on fucking me.

  He growled, a deep noise coming from his throat. His hand went behind his back and roughly pulled my ankles apart. Before I knew it, I was lifted off the ground, only to lay back down against Sven’s chest. My knees were pressed up against my chest as my pussy and asshole were given up to be conquered by these two gorgeous Shifters.

  Sven’s cock angled up into my ass and I felt the spit-slickened head press against my sphincter. He slowly pressed up into me, and millimeter by millimeter the crown of his enormous prick passed my asshole.

  Helmut’s cock pushed past my lips in delicious masculine need. Both men filled me to the hilt, their balls laying against one another. Helmut began fucking me in earnest, crushing me against our Seneschal below us. He bounced off my ass with each downstroke, his balls swinging like wrecking balls.

  “So tight,” Sven grunted. His cock slid in and out of my ass, probing my dark depths in search of relief.

  I let my head fall back, exposing my neck to Helmut. This was the utmost reflection of my submission to my Alpha, acknowledging his dominant masculine position. I felt his mouth crash down against my neck, his teeth clamping around my windpipe.

  I cried out as I came again, my two men fucking me blind and my Alpha claiming me. My pussy seized around his cock, milking it for it’s precious seed. My ass spasmed as well, twitching all around Sven’s huge dick.

  Sven popped first, his hands mauling my breasts as he thrust one more time up into me. He shot his spurts deep inside me, a torrent of cum rushing up from his balls and jettisoning out the tip of his prick. “Unnngh!” he cried out as he squeezed my nipples painfully.

  Helmut’s tongue lashed against my bare throat as his hands dug into my hips. He came inside me, still thrusting madly and without control. His balls surged, flooding me with his royal seed. He jaw unclenched from my neck and his thrusting slowed. He looked down as he pulled out, a flood of hot white stickiness flowing out of me and all over Sven’s cock and balls.

  We all lay there for a moment, looking up at the moon overhead.

  Shared By The Werewolves

  by

  Becca Fanning

  “Teresa?” Dale said.

  I looked up towards the driver’s seat. Dale Simson’s six foot plus frame filled the driver’s seat. His woody brown eyes sought mine out in the rear view mirror. I felt a stir. I’d thought about those
eyes a lot.

  “Yeah?” I said. I had a feeling I’d been zoning out again. I was engrossed in the tall trees on both sides of the car as we rumbled through the rural roads of backwoods Georgia. Such beautiful country.

  “Do you think we missed it?” Jimmy said. He was Dale’s older brother, a smidgen shorter but just as broad in the shoulders. His blue eyes found mine in the rear view mirror, his urgency apparent.

  Shit, was I blowing it already? I glanced next to me and Mr. Duggar was still reviewing his notes. He was the reason the three of us were on this trip. So far everything had worked out, and I wasn’t really worried: Dale and Jimmy were good people.

  “Let me check,” I said, pulling the map out of my pack. I tried to remember the last sign I’d seen, but I was drawing a blank. Following the line that was this road on the map, I took a shot in the dark. “Have we passed Willtucket River?”

  “Not yet,” Dale said. “Right bro?”

  Jimmy grunted his assent.

  I’d met the two brothers in our university’s Ecology Club. The two of them seemed to have a natural affinity for all things natural, and their Facebook profiles were chock full of photos of them zip lining through jungles and hiking mountains.

  “Well, just keep an eye out for that. Once we see that, we make a left at the first opportunity after that.” I used my pocket ruler to measure the distance. “It will be 2.1 miles after the river.”

  Mr. Duggar glanced at me over his glasses, then went back to his notes.

  I put my ruler and map down and looked back out the window. Endless rows of tall eastern hemlock trees flew past us in the twilight hour. The setting sun cast a beautiful orange purple glow on everything. Daydreaming was a big problem for me, and my grades reflected that.

  I’d enrolled at Mintner University with the plan of doing pre-med. I’d watched all nine seasons of Scrubs, so I was ready to join that challenging and hilarious world. Unfortunately I just wasn’t motivated in the necessary ways, and my guidance counselor urged me to consider a “path of less resistance.” I still remember how he carefully worded that phrase.

  So that’s how I found myself as an Earth Science major, known by other student bodies as the Rocks for Jocks program. But what I found soon after was a love of maps. I could read a topological survey and instantly know the rise, fall and curve of the land.

  My grades in these new courses were top of the class, every time. I annihilated the grading curve and knew many of my classmates cursed my success. I joined the Ecology Club, hoping to smooth things over with my fellow rockhounds. And that’s where I met Dale and Jimmy.

  Dale was a top tier track athlete, and if he worked hard enough at it, an Olympic contender. He was passionate and driven to the point of obsession. He turned a lot of other students off with his gung-ho attitude.

  Jimmy had the same natural gifts as his brother, perhaps moreso, but his interests weren’t athletic. Jimmy was the wild dreamer of the two, often dragging his brother along on harebrained schemes and adventures. Dale didn’t mind doing these things, but they weren’t first nature to him.

  The three of us were walking out of the Eco Club meeting last month when we chanced on a flyer hanging in a hallway. It advertised a special limited time opportunity for nature enthusiasts and outdoor lovers. Natural science majors were especially encouraged to apply but spots were limited and time was short.

  I pulled the flyer down and ignored the scandalous looks Dale and Jimmy gave me. They disapproved of me gaming the system like this, but they said nothing. I called the number but the call disconnected instantly. I thought nothing of it and put it out of my mind for a week.

  Then I got the call back.

  It was Mr. Duggar on the other end. He told me that he represented interests in the deep academic research field, groups I’d never have heard of. What he sought to do was go into the Smoky Mountain Nation Park to conduct a survey of certain cave fungi. Doing so would give evidence to support further protection and conservation of these natural resources.

  He was very pleased to hear about my enthusiasm for the project and my skills at land navigation and map reading. He said the areas we’d be hiking through were off-trail and beyond any kind of GPS reception. I told him about Dale and Jimmy, and he approved their attendance as well. Dale and Jimmy were reluctant at first, but they agreed to join me once I’d chided them enough.

  “Here comes a river!” Jimmy said.

  The small sign on the side of the road read Willtucket River. I smiled with pride, confident and grateful that I was right. The bridge was very old, very rickety. Our Jeep proceed across it gingerly. Some of the wooden slats below creaked in alarming ways, but we made it across without incident.

  “there’s a diner up ahead,” Dale said. “Should we stop for dinner?” He was addressing Mr. Duggar.

  Mr. Duggar was still engrossed in his notes, scribbly handwriting and graphs all combined in a huge three ring binder. He would furtively flip between pages, cross-referencing who knows what. I’d looked over at his notes several times to peek at what he was writing, but to no avail. I couldn’t make it out at all.

  “Yes, yes,” he said, waving his hand towards Dale in a dismissive gesture. “But lets be quick about it.”

  I looked out the window at the diner and was giddy. It was an old-fashioned railcar diner. Thirty feet long and a shiny chrome exterior, the Dinner Club was barebones. I didn’t think these existed anymore, though it was surely out of necessity and not kitsch factor

  It looked like we were the only patron as we parked, the sun now fully set behind the canopy of trees. A bell jingle greeted us from overhead as we entered. A tired waitress behind the counter opened my arms wide, indicating that we had the run of the place. We chose a table in the back.

  I took a seat next to Jimmy, his knee brushing against mine wonderfully as he sat. I didn’t realize how famished I was until now, but I had to restrain myself. I had a love-hate relationship with food. I loved eating it, hated what it did to my weight. I’d always been a bit self conscious about my weight, but things had only gotten worse in college.

  “Whacannigetcha?” the waitress said. Her nametag read DENISE and was skewed at an angle, obvious she wasn’t trying to impress anyone.

  “Umm, menus would be a good start,” Dale said, looking around the table as if they were hiding somewhere.

  Denise sucked air through her teeth and lumbered back behind the counter. A crash of silverware was followed by her quiet cursing. She walked back to us and dropped four menus onto our table without a word. She walked back behind the counter to clean up my mess.

  “I’ve heard of places like this,” I said. “They have horrible service on purpose. It’s part of the charm.”

  “I don’t think this is one of those places,” Dale said. “I think this is just an unlucky coincidence.”

  “No such thing as coincidence,” Mr Duggar said. “That’s fatalism talking. You’re the master of your destiny, and everything happens for a reason. Thinking otherwise is foolish,” he said, looking down at his menu.

  Dale shook his head and also looked down at his menu.

  I could feel the tension build between these two and hoped the waitress came back soon. “Oh, homemade chicken pot pie,” I said.

  The waitress knocked something else over behind the counter, and another crash of silverware was met by very loud cursing this time. I tried to stifle a laugh but I couldn’t. Dale joined me, and we had to fake coughing when Denise came back to our table.

  “Whacannigetcha?” she said. my eyes were a little more alert, but the boredom of her spirit couldn’t be hidden.

  “House salad,” I said. “No dressing.”

  Jimmy and Dale shared a brief look.

  I knew my order would get attention, but it was none of their business. Now I was annoyed.

  “I’ll do the farmer’s skillet,” Jimmy said.

  “Pulled pork sandwich,” Dale said.

  “White toast, no butter,” M
r. Duggar said.

  I shared a glance with the boys. This guy was a little off, but so far he’d been upfront about everything. He paid for everything on our trip, his reserve of cash covering all expenses thus far.

  “So what are your plans for after graduation, Teresa?” Mr. Duggar asked me as we waited for our dinner.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” I admitted. I still had two years to go, and I was much more focused on the next semester.

  “Earth science is a great field of study if you go to work in the petroleum industry,” Mr. Duggar said. “Someone with your talent for maps would be excellent at finding new oil fields,” he said.

  I beamed with pride. I had never thought about that. It made sense.