by Willow Wilde
But they weren’t just regular men.
They were the ranch hands.
Brad was the first to dive in, landing just ten feet in the water in front of me. Next was Petro, shouting “Cannonball!” at the top of his lungs. But Caiden, the last one, paused before lunging in after them. As I continued to tread water, ducking behind the thick column of the bridge, I realized all too late what had stopped him.
“What’s the matter, boy? You change your mind after all?”
“We’ve got company,” Petro told them. I heard a rustling up top and knew he was digging out an article of clothing, and judging by how the ranch hands looked up, he was probably holding it out.
“It’s that niece of his,” Brad mentioned. “Where are you? Come on out! It’s fine, we’re not going to hurt you!”
I bit my lip, still hiding behind the bridge. They hadn’t spotted me yet…
“Maybe she’s not here anymore?” Caiden offered. “Maybe she just got scared by somethin’ and took off.”
“Without her clothes?” Brad asked incredulously. “No…I’m more worried that she’s hurt herself…it’s dark, what if she slipped, she have drown out here…fuck, we’ve gotta look for her!”
Petro stumbled around up top, and I could hear him moving towards the edge of the bridge.
“You see anything, man?” Caiden called out.
“…Nah! Nothing! I don’t see anyone out on the lake!”
Brad turned to Caiden. “We’ve gotta tear this place apart, if anything’s happened to that girl…”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I opened my mouth to call out to them…
But something caught my foot. Before I could utter a syllable, something drifting snagged my foot and dragged me underwater. I struggled to grasp at it — something metal, by the feel of it, that just happened to clamp around it — but whatever it was, it was sinking, and I couldn’t even touch the top of the water now…
I let out a panicked burst of air as I struggled to pull myself free. Whatever it was, it was going to spell my doom. They hadn’t seen me under the bridge, and I had no idea how close they were…
I heard a tremendous splash nearby, and something new grabbed my arm. It was a hand, and in the dark, murky water I couldn’t make out who or what it was…but it was incredibly strong, and joined by the other. Another hand grabbed my leg, sliding down to feel the metallic trap around me, struggling to disentangle it.
My lungs struggled for air, burning, and everything was growing even darker than before…
* * * *
The next thing I remember, I sat up with a burst, gasping for air. The ranch hands were there, and I was clutching at them, begging, pleading…
“It’s okay,” Brad told me assuringly. “Don’t worry. We got you. You’re alright now.”
I struggled to regain my composure, staring up at them. I realized that I had been loosely redressed in my clothes. “How did you…why…did…?”
“It’s stupid, probably, and maybe even life-threatening. But we didn’t want you waking up naked and wet, if you were comin’ back,” Brad looked sheepish. “We weren’t sure, actually…you were out of it a while, and none of us knew CPR. We didn’t want to bring you back to your uncle like we found you.”
“That is the…stupidest thing I have ever…” I grumbled, glaring at all of them, “…but the sweetest. You are the oddest bunch of people I’ve ever met.”
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” Caiden chuckled.
All of a sudden, the whole “bear-dude transformation” thing came roaring back into my head, and my eyes bugged out as I drew back slowly.
“Fuck, why did you have to remind her?” Pedro asked, slapping Caiden up the back of the head. “She could have just thought that was some kind of a dream.”
It was Brad’s turn to punish him, grabbing him by the back of his hair. “And thanks to your stupid mouth, now she definitely knows it wasn’t.”
“Sorry, boss!” Pedro mumbled, yelping as Brad’s grip grew tighter.
“I won’t…I don’t understand…just…don’t hurt my uncle!” I blurted out. “I don’t care what you do to me, just don’t hurt him! He’s a good man!”
Brad let go of Petro’s hair. “Wait, what? Why would we hurt him? He’s been nothing but kind to us! Even without knowing…no, we won’t lay a finger on him,” he reassured me. In the moonlight, his features took on a somewhat wicked tone, but they — and his voice — considerably softened when he realized what was happening.
“No, no, you’ve got it all wrong,” he murmured gently. “We’re not going to hurt either you OR your uncle. You’re both safe. Although…now we don’t know what do do about you learning our secret…if you were just some stranger, we’d probably have to do something drastic, but you two? Never.”
The confusion must have been apparent in my eyes.
“Now, now, don’t you worry yourself at all,” Brad continued. “Besides, even if you weren’t Jack’s niece…you are the most wildly attractive woman we’ve ever seen in these parts.”
Suspicions confirmed: awesome ranch dudes, bears or not, totally have the hots for me.
“You’re…wow, I thought I had just been making that up,” I told him. “I’d seen you looking at me a little too much and thought, you know, I’m no one special…”
“Oh, don’t you think that at all,” Brad whispered while the others shook their heads in agreement. “You’re incredibly special. And we’ve been struggling to keep our hands off of you.”
“We?” I asked, glancing around at them. It was true — they were looking at me very hungrily now, and in an odd way, it was seriously turning me on…
“Well, it’s true that you guys just saved my life…let’s just say I’m pretty wet, and I’m not talking about lake water…”
Without sparing a second, the three bear-guy ranch hands descended upon me, ravenously ready to take me for a ride — all of them, at the same time.
* * * *
Brad pulled me into his embrace, and my nostrils filled with his earthy musk. The sheer power of his presence called to me, teased me, made me crave more.
So much more.
His lips locked with mine, and I felt his strong fingers tenderly brush locks of my hair from my face. As he dove in for another kiss, I felt his tongue flit between my lips, pushing against mine into my mouth, and our mouths collided with force now. My hands slipped up the back of his bare shoulders, clenching into his skin, then grasping at the back of his head. I held him pressed against me, his lips to mine, and tasted his rugged strength.
Unable to control himself, he pulled free, his fingers going for my buttons. I began prying them all open, top to bottom, but his impatience forced him to rip them all free. As he pulled my shirt open and off of my skin, my buttons flew against the ground, and my dark bra was exposed in the semi-light of the lakeside.
My fingers immediately flew for his buckle, and I started to unzip him before he could coerce me further out of my clothes. While the other two watched, I sank to my knees in the soft earth, withdrawing his thick manhood from its prison beneath his jeans.
I was no virgin, having grown up in a small town with nothing terribly exciting to do. But this cock was the largest, thickest one I’d ever seen. It put the boys I’d climbed into bed with to absolute shame. As I plucked it free into the night and began to stroke it, the thick erection continued strengthening itself, rising just a little higher and a little thicker.
Brad took control, pushing my head down upon the shaft. My lips parting around it, I tasted the evidence of his anticipation. It was like salty nectar from the slit of his bulbous head, and I gracefully accepted the gift as my tongue slid around the mighty rod of his passion. Pumping my lips up and down it, I took as much of it into my mouth as I could, tugging his jeans down to his knees before cupping his balls and stroking with my free hand. Using everything to please him, I set to work getting him off, exhilarated that I was doing this outside where Uncle Ja
ck could come out at any moment, and with others watching me…
Brad’s hands on my head controlled my rhythm, pushing me towards the edges of my comfort. But I enjoyed the challenge, knowing that he wouldn’t truly hurt me, and adjusted to fulfill his needs. My hands moved to hold onto his jeans now, while his forceful pressure pumped my head up and down faster now, making me take more of him between my lips. He was so thick, so salty, so passionate that I was in absolute bliss on my knees for him.
But we both knew that wouldn’t satisfy him for long.
Brad plucked himself from my needful lips with a fistful of my hair, then pulled me onto my feet. The others descended upon me, unclipping my bra, ripping my boots free, and dragging my jeans down. Lifting me up for a brief moment, I was set back down on my feet with not a stitch of clothing on me. But the others backed off again while Brad settled me down against the grass, slinking up between my knees and kissing my chest. I tried to drag his face to my puffy nipples, but he continued downward, his tongue trailing my abdomen until he finally came to the wet lips of my pussy. Gently but ravenously, he dove his tongue inside, lapping away at my juices as I clutched his head with my fingers, grasping into tufts of his thick hair.
The others slipped down now, each settling down on either side and grasping at one of my pillowy breasts apiece. While their strong hands kneaded softly but firmly, they took my nipples into their mouths, flicking and teasing the pointy peaks as they did so. My hands soon flew back up, taking their heads into the crooks of my arms as they focused on pleasing me. Meanwhile, my legs clamped around Brad’s head, and my ankles settled over each other on his lower back.
My back arched with the near-electric sensations that rippled down my spine. My chest heaved as I clutched these teasing, sucking, biting lips to my yearning nipples. My legs quivered with delight as I squeezed tighter around the handsome werebear ranch-hand who was sucking at my clit now, pushing two calloused, sturdy fingers deep into my wet, aching pussy. I had never experienced even half of these sensations with anyone I’d taken to bed, and the exhilaration turned me on harder than I’d ever been.
My hands snaked down to grasp at Brad’s thick hair again, and I pulled his tongue free from me. “Fuck me,” I begged him, my spine twitching from a fresh wave of nipple biting. “Please, for the love of…just fuck me.”
“And who am I to turn down that kind of request from such a pretty little thing?” He smirked confidently, pulling free from my pussy. As he rose up, kicking off the rest of his jeans, one of the others plunged their fingers down to fill the void. I gasped and groaned, throwing my head back into the soft earth again, and my hips bucked to meet the pressure. While Brad got himself ready, I felt a thumb rubbing circles against my raised nub, and I clenched to the shifters tasting my breasts even harder than before.
But Brad was back now, standing tall and handsome in the moonlight. Just as naked as I, he dropped to his knees between my own, pulling my ankles up onto his shoulders.
“This might hurt just a little,” he warned me.
“I’m not a virgin.”
“Same difference,” he chuckled.
Grasping his thick cock in the grip of his fist, he rubbed the bulbous crown along my slit until finally diving it into me. He had been right — no matter how wet I was, how ready I had been, the gargantuan beast between his legs still pried my inner walls apart more than I could have expected. I felt a sting as my body struggled to adjust for him, but he continued to make headway, pushing into me, until I could feel his dangling balls against my skin.
Thrusting with all of his primal power, my hands left the shifters still pleasing my nipples as they clenched the earth, reaching for anything. Pulling up grass wherever they went, I settled for digging my fingertips into the soft dirt as Brad’s punishing thrusts overwhelmed my mind and my sanctity. He was determined to have me — all of me — and commanded nothing less than complete and utter domination.
Shaking the other two free, he whipped me onto my hands and feet, his fingers digging into my hips as we fucked. Between thrusts, Brad would sometimes deliver a jaw-droopingly powerful SLAP! across my ass, seemingly eager to tenderize his meat as he played with it.
But he wasn’t the only one who wanted a crack at me. One of the others — Petro, by the looks of it — was asserting himself at my mouth as I was controlled from behind. Pressing his eager cock against my lips, I gladly parted them around the thick erection, already tasting the slight leak of his desire from the tip. He grasped my hair with a fistful from behind, roughly pulling my hair down his hot shifter shaft with furious, primal intensity. In the partial light, I could sense the third shifter, having pulled his cock free from his jeans and stroking himself while watching. The fact that I was being dominated by both and STILL watched only made me wetter, and I was determined to put on a good show.
Soon, Brad settled in the grass on his back, and I carefully lowered onto his cock, settled down with my ankles on either side of his shins. Before I could press my hands onto his chest, Petro was back, pulling my mouth onto his hard, hot cock. While I allowed him to control my mouth, forcing me to bob up and down on his shaft, I rolled my hips hard against Brad and felt him clench into mine with his crippling need. Servicing both at the same time felt incredible, and I knew that while I was on his lap, I had the control.
I felt a sensation near my innermost hole, and felt a slick, wetness finger reaching for my hidden star. It was the final shifter, reaching down to play with my asshole, and Brad held me still while the calloused finger wormed its way inside to the knuckle. I’d never allowed any of the boys I’d slept with anywhere near that hole, although I’d been begged and pleaded with for anal plenty of times before. But somehow, it felt completely right with these shifters. When a second finger slipped in beside the first, and they rigged a little deeper, I still didn’t mind. In fact, several minutes later when they left, I felt unfulfilled suddenly, even with a cock in my throat and my hips thrusting down upon another. But when I felt the head of the third shifter cock pushing into my ass, slick and ready for me, I understood perfectly.
Caiden carefully, gently maneuvered himself inside while Brad held my hips still once more. He made headway in inches, retreating if he needed to, but otherwise always pushing forwards. Soon, he was over halfway deep into my ass, and the collective rhythm began anew.
Petro was rougher with my mouth now, sheathing his cock deeper into my throat. Brad below me took back the reins, powering his punishing rod into my pummeled pussy. With Caiden fucking my ass into complete submission, his hands grasping firmly onto my bouncing breasts and teasing my nipples, I knew that it wasn’t going to be long before I was finally struck with my impending climax.
It was simply a question of who would be getting off first.
Turns out, the answer was Petro. With my tongue sliding along the pronounced vein of his shifter cock, teasing the sensitive glans, he couldn’t withstand destroying my throat for long. Grasping even more of my hair into his fist, he pulled my lips all the way down to hilt the entirety of his cock. Groaning out his orgasm, he shot his hot load across the back of my throat, slowly withdrawing after the deed was done. As his cock slithered back across my tongue, I licked it clean, salvaging any taste of his cum before swallowing it all.
While he retreated away, I continued to thunderously fuck Brad and Caiden. Pinned between them, I felt their cocks fighting it out, separated only by the thin layer of my vaginal wall. They had formed a rhythm together, with one pulling out while the other pushed in. This had the effect of ensuring that I was fulfilled for every last second of our ravenous sex…although Caiden wasn’t going to last too much longer either.
The telltale signs were all there — his thrusting became more frantic, his movements erratic, and his breathing more labored. His hands drifted from squeezing my breasts to clenching into my skin, as he grasped my shoulder in one and my hips in the other. Pushing me over slightly, he pistons his thick erection faster and deeper into m
e until he finally couldn’t take it anymore. Giving it one, two last thrusts, his head buried as deep into my bowels as it could go, and he unleashed the contents of his thick balls into my back chasm.
Disentangling himself, he left me with Brad, who decided that enough was enough. Pulling me up with him, he hoisted me onto his waist, his strong hands supporting my thick buttocks as he lowered me down onto his cock again. My hands wrapped around his shoulders as my ankles dangled on either side of his hips. He was completely in control now — just how he liked it — and my hips came crashing down against his, time and time again. With his boundless, impossible stamina, he thunderously assaulted my pussy with his raging cock until I was a quivering, moaning mess against his body…
…And then the climax finally came. It was lightning-fast, powered by the arching of my back and the energy that surged across my body. Before I knew it, I was locking onto him tighter, a guttural noise bursting into the night — was that me? — as I felt my mind empty itself completely. A crippling wave of pleasure flooded in, matching the physical burst of ecstasy with an electric whiplash of unbearable orgasm. In fact, I felt several burst within me, easily half a dozen, one right after the other. I was only barely aware that I could feel Brad tighten against me, finally dropping my hips onto his cock and holding himself buried within me with one last hurrah. As my multiple waves of pleasure began to calm down, I felt his hot shifter seed burst up into my drenched pussy, finally fulfilling me to completion.