Bearing Your Burden (BBW Shifter Erotic Romance)

by Violet Winters

  She'd brought a small plastic bottle of body wash – the kind you find in hotel rooms – with her, and scrubbed vigorously with it under her armpits, on her neck and shoulders, and down her legs. After that, she scrubbed between her legs.

  She spent a little longer on it than she might have normally, subconsciously feeling that someone could smell her juices from this morning.

  Inevitably, though, her attention to the area brought up the muscle memory of how close she'd gotten to orgasm that morning, and how badly she'd needed it.

  She had a quick glance round. There was no one watching, not even a squirrel.

  ...surely it'll be fine... it'll just take a minute or two... no one will ever notice...

  She sat down on a small boulder in the pool, spread her legs, and set to work between them.

  The schlicking sound of her fingers running up and down her opening, dipping in and out of her, and fluttering back and forth over her clit mingled with the tinkling rush of the streamlet at her ankles, and after a nervous first minute, she lost herself in the rhythm of it...

  ...lost herself so completely, that she didn't hear Nathan calling her name until he stepped into the clearing.

  “–enn... Are you over here? Sorry if I'm disturbing you, only it's been almost fifteen minutes, and I was worried you might have hu– oh my god...”

  Her eyes snapped belatedly open, and she turned to see Nathan with his mouth hanging halfway down to his navel, and a folded napkin lying dropped on the ground at his feet, with four neatly sliced sandwich quarters spilling out of it.

  He'd been speaking loudly, to avoid just such an accident; the reason she hadn't heard him was that she was flirting ever closer to the brink of a much-delayed orgasm, and had been so intent on it that she'd blocked the world out.

  The sight of him, and the nervous rush brought on by being discovered like this, drove her over the edge, and she came – a sharp, sudden jolt, not lasting long, but enough to make her legs go totally weak, so that she couldn't get up and run away like she so wished she could right now.

  When you added to that the fear and shame she was feeling, there was only one thing which could happen next.

  Her normally perfectly satisfactory control over her bladder failed her, in that moment of tension and release, and she let out a golden stream to join the one already eddying around her feet.

  Her eyes filled with tears, and she squeaked out:

  “don't... don't look!”

  Nathan's jaw, if possible, had dropped lower, and his eyes were positively straining out of their sockets in shock.

  “I... I... I...... I'm so sorry!!”

  He turned to flee.

  “wait... don't go...”

  She was struggling a little for breath, and so didn't say it loudly... but something in the desperation of her voice got to him, and he froze in place – unable to turn around and look back at her, and unable to keep heading to the hills where he felt he belonged right now.

  “If... if you go now... like this... I'll never be able to look you in the eyes again... so please... please don't go...”

  Her words were partly obscured by sobs halfway through, but she managed to make her meaning clear.

  Nathan gulped nervously, and managed an “Ok... I won't go...”, but still couldn't figure out what to do beyond that. He clenched his fists at his side, and kept on staring straight ahead, at the peeling bark of a perfectly unassuming tree.

  He just stood there awkwardly, rigid, like a guard at Buckingham Palace, totally at a loss for how he could remedy the situation.

  He was brought from the panicked vortex of his thoughts by the feel of a tug at his shirt, behind him.

  The next second, he felt her head thump gently against his back, and her other hand grab for purchase beside it, as if she would fall over otherwise.

  “J... Jenn?”

  With a start, he realized she was crying. He heard her sniffling, and felt a little wetness seep through his shirt.

  “Jenn, are you alright...?”

  Of all the stupid questions...

  He had to turn around slightly, to see her, and she practically fell into him, so that he had to grab hold of her to keep her steady.

  When he noticed how she was trembling, there was no other choice but to wrap his arms around her, and make shushing noises in her ear as she sobbed quietly into his chest.

  For Jenn, it was an unexpected, and unwelcome, but nevertheless necessary catharsis. Reduced to such a state of helplessness, she felt herself being purged of all the tensions of the last day, and the previous few months, when she wrestled with herself to finally make the decision which she needed to – for her own good, and ultimately, her leech of an ex's good, too.

  As for Nathan... he had enough on his plate trying to distract himself from the fact he was holding a gorgeous, naked girl in his arms – that, and trying to hide his unmistakable and growing arousal from her, shifting his hips when it threatened to become to obvious.

  A minute or two later, the sobs subsided, and the shivering with it.

  “Jenn, are... are you OK?”

  There was really nothing else he could think to say.

  But he might as well have just listed the alphabet, for all it mattered. Because what she said next would have detonated dynamite under whatever words might have come out of his mouth.

  She stared up at him, irresistibly lovable with her tear-stained cheeks and the stars swimming in her wet eyes.

  She said it in a whisper – purely inadvertently, because she was so choked with emotion – but that didn't stop it from being utterly seductive.

  “Nathan... kiss me...”

  He stuttered a few words out, unwisely trying to talk before he had even had time to process what she'd said, or get over the shock.

  When it finally, fully dawned on him, her eyes were drifting half-closed, and her lips were parting ever so slightly, and she was leaning into him ever so lightly...

  He bent down, and placed his lips on hers. How could he have done anything else?

  A shiver ran through her, and into him.

  Her eyes slid open a fraction, as if to confirm the reality of his presence, before screwing shut. And then the kiss really began.

  Her mouth hungered at his – nibbling his lips, tasting his tongue, swirling her own inside his mouth and inviting his into hers, gasping for breath and landing short, sweet kisses in quick succession before plunging back in.

  She grabbed at his head, running her fingers through his hair, and drawing him ever downwards into her.

  For his part, his hands roamed all over her soft flesh, feeling the goosebumps rush over her skin. He rejoiced at the mere feel of her, indulging in touching a body he'd longed for for so long.

  Jenn's ardor was so strong that she was virtually climbing up him, until he moved his powerful arms under her, and picked her up.

  He started to walk into the stream, and she held on more tightly to him, in a way that made him know she welcomed it when he leaned her against a boulder, all the better to take her.

  They didn't break their kiss as they tore at his shirt together, popping a button off in their haste.

  When he reached down to take off his pants, along with his soaked socks and shoes, she wrapped her arms around his muscled torso, and kissed his downy chest.

  Within seconds, they were both naked. Jenn leaned back from him, to take in the beauty of his broad, tall form, his chiseled and dignified features, and the pulsating member arcing up from between his legs.

  In the pause, Nathan had a moment of self-doubt. Was he going too fast? Is this what she wanted? The last thing he desired was to take advantage of a moment of weakness to–

  Then Jenn spread her legs, and adjusted herself on the rock to allow him a better angle to fuck her.

  The doubt evaporated like a droplet of water on a hot pan.

  He walked up to her, and she actually reached out and grabbed him by the shaft, tugging him to her. She drew his hea
d up and down over her oozing wet slit, wiggling it slightly left and right, feeling it catch on her labia and press on them, and finally part them, until he stood poised at her entrance.

  He leaned onto the rock with her, with his elbows at her sides, and bent down to kiss her. Their lips met in a firm embrace. And he pushed himself inside her.

  After two or three shallow thrusts, he was filling her. She felt packed tight like she never had before. But still she wanted more.

  “Nathan... fuck me hard...”

  Those words, he tossed the last remnants of caution to the wind, and drew the length of his shaft out, only to pound it into her, hard.

  She let out a sharp gasp, but he didn't let her catch her breath. He started thrusting vigorously in and out, pounding her, parting her deeper and deeper until he was knocking on the end of her, and slamming himself against her pubic bone, nudging sweetly at her clit with every movement.

  She shouted out with the raw pleasure of it... but before long, it became mingled with the discomfort of rubbing up against the rock each time he shook her.

  “Hold... hold on a second...”

  Confused, Nathan halted himself.

  Jenn pushed him off lightly, got off the rock, and then pushed him not-so-lightly onto it. She clambered on top of him, her hand shaking so much with desperate urgency that she had trouble at first holding it still enough to go inside her.

  When she finally felt his tip pop into her, she moaned long and deep, in blessed relief. Then she eased him into her, enjoying the slow torture of it, depriving herself of having him all at once, until – a minute later – she finally sat upon his thighs, completely filled.

  They kissed for a long minute, just holding each other like that. Then she started to bounce up and down, impaling herself on his rod, while she grabbed at his hair for purchase, and his hands danced over her back.

  “Yoohoo... what is this, guys, hide and seek? Where the heck ar–– oh. So that's what's going on.”

  Jenn's eyes flashed open, and she looked behind her to see Karl coming out of the forest and walking nonchalantly into the clearing.

  She froze for a moment in shock. And then, surprising even herself, she just shrugged internally.

  Whatever, she thought. And she kept right on going, sliding herself up and down Nathan's still ramrod-stiff cock, running her fingers over the firm ridges of his powerful chest.

  Nathan didn't take it quite so well. He was first overcome with embarrassment, and then guilt. But there was nothing he could do about those emotions, because Jenn kept right on fucking him, which proved... distracting.

  Instead, after a half a minute had passed, and Karl hadn't made any moves to leave, those emotions were replaced by anger.

  “Karl, what the hell are you still doing here?!”

  “Watch your language, bro... Next thing you know, you'll be saying 'shit' as well!”

  “Get the fuck out!!”

  “Ooh, or that... And anyway, no. Why should I?”

  “You–”

  His words were muffled by Jenn's mouth on his. For a moment, he forgot all about Karl, as the world around him constricted to the feeling of her tongue sliding over his teeth, her hands grabbing at his neck, and the warm embrace of her legs around his pelvis and her pussy around his cock.

  “Besides, you probably won't last very long, so I'll just take over when you cream yourself.”

  That was enough to make him remember. He leaned roughly away from Jenn's mouth, bringing a regretful whimper from her, and started to push her off.

  “You little dipshit, are you looking for a fight? Is that it?”

  Karl's eyes lit up, and a wave of energy started to shimmer around him.

  “If that's what you want, I won't back down. I gotta warn you, though – I'm not a little boy anymore, bro.”

  Nathan got off from the rock and started advancing on him.

  “I'm gonna teach you your– ah, ow!”

  Jenn had reached up and pulled him backwards by the ear.

  “Will you boys grow the hell up? Karl, be a good boy and apologize, and I'll give you a blowjob.”

  Karl flashed a look at her, still filled with a jealous fury she hadn't expected to ever see on his face, before breaking out in a laugh, and returning to his usual smirk.

  “Well, when you put it that way... deal.”

  “Wha... wait.... what??” Nathan spluttered out.

  Jenn tip-toed out of the stream, over to Karl. She pinched his cheek (the one on his face) with one hand, and shook his head a little from side to side, like you would with a mischievous toddler – a sort of “why you little rascal” jiggle.

  Then she knelt down, and pulled down his three-quarter-length jeans. His hardening cock swung free, and she took it in one hand, and gave a it a few gentle tugs.

  She pulled him down into a sitting position, before re-positioning herself on all fours, with her butt out to Nathan, who was standing there stock-still, pole-axed in shock.

  She reached a hand behind her, and played with herself, dipping in a finger experimentally, to test the waters. Then she stretched herself out, opening herself gaping for a cock, and looked back over her shoulder.

  “Are you gonna get over here and fuck me, or what?”

  Nathan didn't recover from his confusion. He wasn't sure he ever would, after the events of this afternoon. But he still stumbled forward, as if hypnotized, toward the sight of her wiggling hips.

  He got on his knees beside her, and she reached between her legs and pulled him inside her. He slid in with one, deep thrust, and she let her eyes drift shut, like a cat when it just starts to purr. And then her eyes slid back open, and she took Karl's now fully erect cock into her mouth.

  She swirled her tongue around his head, before licking up and down the shaft to coat it in her saliva. Her lust stoked by Nathan's hands on her ass, she put his little brother back into her mouth, and let Nathan's quickening thrusts push her against him. Her forehead bumped against his six-pac abs: she was deep-throating him.

  For a minute, she let herself be spit-roasted by the two most handsome men she knew – who just so happened to be legendary bear shifters... and brothers.

  Anyone who knew her would hardly recognize her now: the proper, preppy little honors student, tears streaming from her eyes as she lavished in the feeling of being so overpowered, in front and behind, by two huge and powerful men.

  She had never been this horny. This was wilder than her most private fantasies, and she was absolutely loving it. The feeling of Karl's cock in her mouth filled her with a wicked thrill, and each time Nathan pushed into her, she felt herself finally edging towards that long-delayed orgasm, which was just now beginning to–

  “Holy shit...” Karl swore. “This is even better than your pussy.”

  Nathan froze.

  Karl snickered.

  “What, bro? Think you're the only one who–”

  Nathan pulled out, and shot to his feet. Karl's cock slid from her mouth, and he started to scramble up too.

  Jenn gasped a second for air. Then she screamed.

  “If the two of you don't stop fucking ruining this, I swear to god I'll fucking rip your cocks off and tie them in a fucking knot!!!”

  The two brothers, who were almost at each other's throats, froze as one, and turned to look at her with their mouths hanging open. Jenn heaved in a few, shuddering breaths into the total silence, broken only by the tinkling creek beside them.

  “Nathan, come here and lay down. If you two aren't man enough to do this, I'll fucking do it myself.”

  What else could he do? He let himself be pulled down, and laid on the tight-packed sand of the streambed.

  Jenn mounted him. If anyone else had been there, and seen the animal ferocity in her eyes, they would have had no doubt that she was the beast shifter, and not the two lamb-like, bashful boys.

  She thrust herself up and down on him, hard. It was a slightly uncomfortable for Nathan, and he was a little scared she mi
ght snap his dick off, but he didn't dare to make a peep.

  Jenn reached behind her, and pulled Karl toward her by the cock. She cupped his balls, and sucked at his head for a minute, before reaching around and squirming a finger between his cheeks, and into his asshole. His eyes bulged wide; he had been on the giving end on more than one occasion, but had never before received it himself.

  But there was nothing he or anyone else could do to stop her. She pulled and tugged at his asshole, wrapping her tongue around his shaft and working it deep into her mouth, until he was harder than he'd ever been.