by Willow Wilde
He must have been one of the others in the woods, I thought to myself.
“These bears aren't acting normal,” I observed. “That guy was right. Something weird is going on. And I just want to know what it is.”
“Are you sure?” The first stranger asked. “Perhaps it would be best for you to go back inside and pretend that none of this ever happened...”
“Look...whatever is going on, I'm incredibly grateful. You just saved my life. But if I don't get some answers and all of you leave right now, I'll wonder about this for the rest of my life. And it's going to drive me insane,” I confessed. “Surely you can spare me that, too?”
“So demanding,” the last man to leave the woods answered.
“...I'll allow it,” the first stranger replied. I turned to face him. “My name is Harrick. These are my brothers.”
There were only two of them, plus the two bears. “Is that counting the...” I gestured towards them. They looked lazy now, observing with some distant curiosity. I was still reeling from the idea of two bears sitting bored in my backyard, let alone all the insanity that had just happened.
“Boys, it's time.” Harrick spoke, his eyes still locked onto mine. The two bears rose up, and within seconds they were glowing brightly, their bodies starting to contort as the air shimmered around them…and within seconds, I was facing a two more handsome, rugged strangers.
All four of the men stepped into line to the side, unthreateningly removing themselves from between the door and myself. “As I said, my brothers,” Harrick explained. “We are the Checker's Grove shifter pack. Either in our bear or human forms, we watch from the shadows of this town, protecting all who enter. As the newest member of the town, we were keeping an eye on you...until we spotted that man in your house, holding you at gunpoint. He won't be causing you any more trouble.”
“Shifter pack?” I was stunned. “How long have you been here?”
“In town? Generations,” Harrick explained.
“I...have to sit down,” I spoke, clutching my head. “Why don't you guys come inside? I just need a moment to think...”
* * * *
The four shifters, still as shirtless and handsome as ever, stood around my living room as I leaned against the counter. They looked exactly like the men in my dreams…and I figured that that was no coincidence, although I didn’t bring it up.
I was sipping a drink. God knows I needed something a little more hardcore than iced tea, so this time I hit the vodka and poured myself a screwdriver.
“So, you guys…the two elderly folks that owned this house before me…they knew about you?”
“Ben and Gertrude, yes,” Harrick thought aloud. It was clear that he was the talker of the group, as the others sort of lazed about. “We have been friends with them for a long time. I was sad to see them go – our father grew up with them before leaving to lead his life in the woods.”
“Your father?”
“Yes, a great shifter,” one of the others replied. “Mightiest there ever was. He defended this town all but singlehandedly. He was the strongest alpha in a hundred miles.”
I nodded thoughtfully. “So, what now? What am I supposed to do with all of this?” I gasped quickly, clutching my hand to my mouth. “No…you’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
They gazed at each other and laughed. Harrick smiled kindly at me. “Of course not. We promised our old friends that we would watch over you and protect you. We aren’t the only wildlife in the woods, and sometimes there are wilder still among your kind…”
I thought back to the burglar who had been so eager to take me hostage.
“…And we honor our promises. We have been keeping an eye on you since the day you arrived to see the house. Well…while you were here, at least.” The other shifters weren’t laughing anymore, but were smiling at me – sincerely, although I sensed something else there. “And it helps that you are tremendously beautiful.”
As soon as the words hit me, I blushed. “Beautiful? You’re too kind, I know you’re just saying that. I know that guys with your figures like something a little less…thick.”
“Do not sell yourself short. Werebears like us crave someone with substance. Skinny girls can’t handle us, nor do they satisfy us. We prefer someone with some meat on their bones…someone with curves. And around one, we go feral with need.”
My jaw dropped, and Harrick immediately looked away, regret in his eyes.
“I’m sorry…I do not wish to speak so untoward with you. Forget I said anything.”
“Feral with need, was it?” I asked coyly. “Is that true?”
They glanced between each other and nodded. My gaze turned between them, staring at their strong muscles, rugged beards, rippling bodies…
“Well, it’s true that I need to find some way to repay you, after all…” I smiled wickedly. “And let’s just say that it’s been a while for me.” I peeled myself from the counter and sauntered over between them, a sly smile on my lips. “And if you think I can handle you guys, then sure…I could use some excitement.”
Harrick was instantly at my side, but paused, his fingertips barely above my skin. “You must know…we don’t take turns. We do everything together. Everything as a pack.”
Involuntarily, I gulped. “Well…if that’s so…” My eyes zipped from shifter to shifter as I hooked my thumbs underneath my shirt, peeling it up my stomach. “There’s a first time for everything, right? And I’m just so ready for this…”
They descended upon me, ripping at my clothes and planting strong, passionate kisses along my skin…and that’s how the wildest night of my entire life began.
* * * *
Within moments, I was on my knees in front of all four shifters, their thick cocks dangling in front of my face. Hungrily, I wolfed one down my mouth, my hands grasping around two others as I began to pump my lips along the shaft. The fourth shifter smiled as he started stroking himself, watching his brothers experience my body.
Their primal musk filled my nostrils as I plucked my lips from one salty cock to wrap around another. My hands alternated cocks, relieving the fourth shifter of his self-stimulation while another began masturbating to keep his cock wet and erect for me.
I was amazed at how much of their shafts I could take into my mouth – I had only given a few blowjobs in my life, but I'd never been able to take one all the way. The shifters were being gruffer with me now, forcing my head further down their cocks with their hands in my hair. To my astonishment, my body seemed to want to let them in, no matter what – and my throat easily relaxed for them.
Soon, I was a blowjob champion, sheathing their shafts into my throat while they went balls-deep against my lips. Their cocks were a roulette before me now – I never had more than a few seconds sucking a hot shifter scepter before I was pulled free with another one forced down my throat.
All the while, my hands were kept busy, sliding up and down the salty, slick shafts. Carefully I would cup their thick balls, rolling them gently in my curved palms before running the fingers back up to tease and stroke their shafts.
I felt myself being lifted as I was placed down on the edge of the kitchen table. One of the shifters descended to his knees, prying my legs apart and planting firm, powerful kisses along the insides of my thighs. My head was forcefully turned as a thick, wet cock pressed against my lips. I eagerly accepted it into my mouth, teasing the frenulum with the tip of my tongue while the hot breath between my legs slipped closer towards the prize.
As I grasped a wayward cock in my hand and began to stroke it, I felt his lips clasp along my pussy, sucking at my hood and teasing my engorged clit. Involuntarily, I bucked my hips, my free hand grasping his hair and keeping him pinned to me. The shifter in my mouth took the opportunity to push deeper inside my throat, stifling my moan with his thick, fulfilling tool.
My thick thighs wrapped around the upper back of the strong, broad-shouldered shifter between my knees as he continued to firmly lap away at my puss
y, his tongue and lips fiddling me like an instrument. I felt his tantalizing breath against my loins as he hungrily dove in for wave after wave of more, marrying his mouth to my slick wetness. Already, I could feel a mounting sense of ecstacy as I clutched his thick, dark hair harder, tugging his tongue deeper into me as he nuzzled.
Meanwhile, the shifter filling my throat was forcefully shoving my lips down to kiss his balls, pulling me mostly free, and repeating the pattern. I kept my eyes closed as I lost myself in the feeling, knowing his guttural groans that he was experiencing incredible pleasure.
Stroking the shifter who occupied my now salty-slick hand, I could feel his cock twitch with pleasure. I reached with my free hand to the other side of the table, and heard movement as the forth shifter came within grasp. Eagerly, I began to stroke him as well, until I was satisfying all four of them with my body at the same time.
They switched positions a few minutes later, and I eagerly grasped Harrick's cock as he slipped from between my legs to within grasp. The new shifter in my mouth was less rough, and I was able to properly tease him and revel in his scent as I took back control of my lips.
The one between my legs chose to slip a strong, calloused finger inside me as he sucked on my clit. I gasped with pleasure as he teased my inner walls before deciding to add the second finger. Instinctively, he curled them straight towards my g-spot, and I involuntarily bucked my hips again, feeling my skin all but drip with excitement.
But they were starting to get impatient, and so was I. It wasn't long before I felt myself being pulled from the table as they positioned themselves around me…
I thought Harrick would be the one to take me first, but he slipped to the side. “As a pack,” he reminded me. “The others will go first.”
I nodded as one of the shifters lay down on the floor. My curvaceous body was lowered carefully down to him, and my knees slid right into place on either side of his chest. Lifting my hips, I grasped his thick, juicy cock and rubbed it against the lips of my pussy, stimulating myself with his rock-hard erection for several seconds. With confidence beaming in my eyes and a sexy little smirk on my face, I finally held it upright and lowered myself, feeling my womanly barrier resist against it.
He grasped my shoulders firmly and pushed me down, and after brief tension the splitting pain infiltrated my mind. I fought through the sting as he filled me, his huge cock gliding almost effortlessly into my drenched chasm. With my palms sliding across his rippling chest, holding me steady, I began to pump my pillowy hips against his own.
His hands clasped on my thick ass as we fucked, and he gave me several good slaps of a red bottom for good measure. Before I felt completely comfortable, there was already a thick shifter cock pressing against my lips again, and I gratefully took it into my mouth – my tongue sliding along the shaft, my lips gliding down the rod. I left the shifter below start to take control of the motions as I focused on the cock in my mouth, and he began to rigorously rock my hips as his strong hands clenched into them.
Another took my hand and guided it towards his thick shaft as I felt a slight pressure around my hidden star. A wet thumb, dripping with saliva, was pushing along my most intimate hole until I felt it slide inside. At first I was alarmed, but it worked with the cock thrusting into my pussy, only adding to the stimulation. With this new experience I gradually relaxed, and felt it switch with a wet finger, diving a knuckle deep to manually arouse me.
The shifter in my mouth tagged out with the one held firmly in my stroking fist, and I realized that it was Harrick who now occupied my mouth. Happily, I sucked him down, allowing him to control my mouth as I jacked off his brother. The shifter fucking me from below grew more frantic as the one fingering my asshole matched his intensity, and I felt the rise of a sensation I'd never experienced before – the lifting of an orchestral crescendo within the deepest reaches of my mind, a building fanfare that was ready to eclipse me.
The orgasm came in several waves as I went rigid between them all, and in the blinding bliss I barely felt the shifter pummeling my pussy go stiff beneath me as well. His cock burrowing as deep inside as it could, he released several ropes of his hot, salty gift into my hungry tightness. My inner muscles clamped onto his cock and milked him dry until he had nothing more to give, and I felt myself being lifted up as he withdrew from below. The shifter who had occupied my mouth minutes before, and my hand most recently, was now on the floor beneath, and so the carnal merry-go-round continued.
I could focus more entirely on Harrick's cock now, and I held his sculpted hips as I powered down on his thick shaft. The shifter below was more rugged than the last, and I had to widen my knees slightly to fit around his impressive frame. His hands, too, were larger, and they firmly grasped my large, bouncing breasts with enthusiasm. He teased my nipples between his fingers, pinching them as he clamped into my pillowy breasts, groaning with gusto from the floor below.
This only prompted me to rock against his hips harder, feeling his thick cock penetrate deeper. Harrick allowed me to control everything on his cock, and held his hands to his hips to keep his back steady. My own hands were clasped around them, feeling their strength as I wolfed down every last inch of his stunning member.
But the shifter behind me on his knees was feeling ambitious. He graduated to using two saliva-drenched fingers to tease my asshole for several minutes before holding the hole open, and I felt something new press against it. Fearfully, I pulled free from Harrick's cock and tried to glance over my shoulder, but he stopped me, taking my face into his hands.
“My brother won't hurt you,” he whispered. “None of them will. He'll be gentle, and if it hurts too much, he'll stop. Try to relax...if you let this happen, you'll feel something new and incredible.”
I nodded fearfully and tried my best to relax my muscles. The crown of his cock, his purple, bulbous head, pressed deep against my inner star. It was smothered in saliva – clearly spat upon and stroked by the shifter who owned it – and was able to pass into the hold with little difficulty. He released his fingers from gripping the insides of my asshole, holding it agape to let his cock inside. Gently but firmly, he began to inch his way inside, until he had approximated halfway from tip to base into my asshole.
The others resumed their fucking, with the shifter below me ramping up the intensity while Harrick took the reins over my face. My lips were continuously thrust down to the base of his cock as he overpowered me, losing himself in his feral needs. The shifter brothers in my ass and my pussy began to alternate thrusts, falling into a quick rhythm that ensured that one always pulled back while the other pushed in. This new approach began to drive me wild, and I could feel more orgasms on the horizon.
They didn't last longer than a few minutes after that. My body took over as I gave into my own hungry need, and I shoved my hips down to meet them time and time again. Whether it was that, or the shifters excited to take me together, I felt them both rigid and clutch me in place, shoving themselves as deep into me as they could go. In synchronized ecstasy the two shifters unleashed the contents of their balls deep inside, filling my bowels and replenishing my pussy with their hot loads.
Finally extracting themselves after fucking themselves dry, this left Harrick and myself. He wasn't squeamish about it, as he instantly plucked me up and tossed me over the edge of the kitchen counter. With nothing to clamp onto, I instead pressed my palms against the wall as he immediately clutched at my thick ass, dominating my pussy by shoving his engorged cock inside and going to town. My liberated throat gave way to a one-woman chorus of primal moans, firmly trying to maintain any ounce of composure I had left as he fucked me savagely but sweetly.
I had done my best to hold back my orgasms, but I knew it was a futile effort. With a feral intensity in those piercing, green eyes of his, he slammed my hips into the counter over and over. I could barely keep up with the power of his movements, weakly letting him dominate me entirely. WAS IT WATCHING HIS BROTHERS FUCK ME TO COMPLETION FIRST? I wondered t
o myself about the surge of sexual energy that he now brought to our deeply fulfilling acts. It was an animalistic dominance that I had heard about but never thought actually possible – and I willingly gave myself into it.
But he wanted things different, and pulled me from the counter to drop me to all fours on the floor. Positioning himself behind me, he delivered a jaw-droppingly powerful slap to my ass before reasserting himself inside me again. With my entire body rocking to the force of his motions, my resistance was completely and irrefutably futile.
The wave of pleasure inside me reached an almighty height before crashing across my mind, and I felt it ripple across my body with incredible power. Orgasm after orgasm – it must have been over half a dozen in total – hit my body with an intensity I'd never dreamed in my entire life. As I went rigid with pleasure, my entire, curvy body going rigid, so did he. His broad, toned and well-defined form went hard as rock behind me, his fingers digging into my hips as his relentless cock followed suit. A powerful burst of his passion rocketed into me as he gave me his all in several ropes of hot cum, until we finally collapsed on the floor together.