by Ashlee Price
“Oh Ted.”
She finally held the controls and widened her stance as he bent down. His face was level with her bare quim and he nudged her thick thighs wider. Ted pushed a finger deep inside of her and she cried out, her head falling back against the tile. “Oh fuck. Yes.”
Ted pressed the toy harder and added another finger inside of Penny before he felt the rush of her need. Pulling back, he removed the bullet, needing more than anything to taste her. Ted shoved the bullet deep inside of her quim and started to lap at the swollen nub that poked out from her pussy lips. Propping one of her thighs on his shoulder, he was able to taste more of her, moving from her hot clit, to the weeping center that filled his mouth with her flavor.
He pulled back and told her to make it go faster. She didn’t want to, but he wasn’t going to move forward with his magical tongue until she did. Penny whimpered as the small metal egg wreaked havoc inside of her. She was trying her best to hold it in and then she turned it up higher, jumping with the spring of power. It felt like he had put industrial size batteries in the thing. All she needed then was his mouth and she would be done.
“Please.”
Ted pressed his fingers in deep, pushing the straying bullet deeper. His mouth reattached to her hard clit and he sucked in hard, making her squirm and the grip in his hair tightened. Penny shook and then called out his name. It had a desperate sound to it and it only made him want more and to move everything faster, hoping to get more of the sweetness in his mouth.
The water got increasingly cold till Penny’s nipples ached and she finally pushed him away. She could have let him lick on her forever, but the cold was just too much. Penny wanted more, but it didn’t seem like the right place for it to happen. She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.
“I can’t believe you started without me.”
Chapter 6
Jaxon’s words died in the air as he sucked them back in with the sight of her. Having heard the last few minutes of her moaning, Jaxon was hard as a rock. Penny moved towards the towels on the rack behind him and she shivered. He eyes didn’t leave the swaying breasts or the round ass the bent over in front of him.
Penny didn’t bother to cover up. It was like she was getting to live out her fantasy and she was not going to let what should or shouldn’t happen, dictate what would happen. She had handed the wireless controller to Ted as she got out of the shower and he finally let the bullet rest as he followed her into his bedroom. Jaxon was moving slower, still unsure of what was happening.
When he had caught them he was jealous, had even thought that he had lost. But Penny did not seem too bothered that he had showed up and there was definitely an invitation in her eyes. As he finally had the wherewithal to move, she was already lying on the bed, Ted between her thighs, his mouth moving closer to her. Penny’s whole body jerked upwards and she whimpered. When Jaxon got closer, he heard a loud buzzing noise and saw the object in Ted’s hands.
He was still not with it enough to get undressed, move forward. All he could do was watch her come again, her body constricting and her thighs tightening around Ted’s neck. It was the sound that finally brought him forward, his hands moving to unleash his throbbing cock. His member had gotten too big to be confined and let out a groan of pleasure when he was finally free to lengthen fully. He moved toward her open mouth as she moaned for Ted. Jaxon tapped his length against her cheek, waiting for her to realize she had more than one man to service.
Penny’s eyes opened as he pushed the thick cockhead in between her unsuspecting lips. Her sounds were muffled and then completely silenced as he moved deeper, driving himself forward with his hips. Ted sucked harder, holding her down as he turned the bullet as high as it would go. She came again, her moaning vibrating around Jaxon’s shaft. He had to pull away before he lost himself completely.
“Fuck Ted, Fuck me, please! I want your cock. I can’t take this anymore.”
Her voice was high and her thighs opened wide, her eyes even wider when she finally got a good look at what he had to offer. His thickness made her dampen even more, guaranteeing that there would be no trouble sliding in. She forgot about Jaxon as he tried to recoup and then played with her tits as Ted moved forward. Penny’s head fell back and her hips wiggled, making her tits shake as Jaxon slid his long cock over her tempting nips. Her smooth skin caressed his meat, while his finger twisted and pulled on the one furthest away that he couldn’t reach. “Fuck!”
Her eyes squeezed shut as Ted started to feed himself inside of her, slowly at first to give her time to acclimate, yet in the last half he just slammed forward. She gasped, her throat making it difficult to breathe like it had closed up completely. The bullet slammed deep and she whimpered as it buzzed against his cockhead, as well as her deepest parts. She cursed over and over again as he stayed lodged deep. His eyes were closed as well, the vibrations a new sensation that he hadn’t experienced before. When he started to move inside of her though, he quickly became afraid that it would drive him to the edge to quickly.
Ted pulled out. “Push that out so I can fuck you properly.”
She did as he asked, the bullet moving fast like its namesake onto the bed beneath her, He shut it off, but then decided against it. Instead, he pushed the slick piece of metal against her tight ass and heard her moaning cut short with Jaxon’s randy cock. He pushed it deep with his finger and then turned it back on. Positioning himself against her weeping core, Ted drilled home once more, gritting his teeth to the velvety sheath that encompassed him. He watched Jaxon saw in and out of her mouth quickly and soon had the same pace in mind as he rutted in and out of her tightness.
Jaxon pulled back to hear her scream, the sound far better than the feel of it against his shaft. He wanted to hear that she loved it and it was only when she calmed down and Ted pulled out, that Jaxon moved from his place beside her and dragged her off the side of the bed towards him. “Does that feel good in your ass?”
She nodded her head, though she was not able to speak. Jaxon had pulled her to a sitting position and it just seemed to push the little bullet deeper. She mewled up at him, begging with her eyes for more than just his cock in her mouth.
Ted pulled her away before Jaxon could make a move, pulling her up onto his hard dick. He slammed deep and Penny no longer cared. As long as she had a thick cock inside of her, she had no complaints. She braced herself against his chest and moved up and down as his own hips thrust upwards to meet her.
Penny looked back to see Jaxon moving in and she bent forward, slowing down her movement to offer up the ass that he had been asking about before. Ted suckled in one of her nipples and she moaned. He did not stop pushing in and out, moving as much as she would allow. He felt more pressure as Jaxon started to enter her tightness slowly. It made up for taking her first, giving him her sweet ass. Ted told himself that it would be him next and the tightening around his shaft made him forget the slight. Her pussy clenched tight as the other man moved deeper.
Jaxon yanked her hair back and pulled out to force his fat rod back in. He whispered in her ear, telling her how tight she was and how good it felt. Biting her shoulders and neck, it was Penny that finally started to scream out again. It made the men move faster and she milked them both with her pleasure. She begged for it harder, hoping to push them to their end so that she would have a moment to breathe.
Ted was first and he yanked out, rubbing his cock against her clit as Jaxon hammered her from behind. Without Ted inside of her, Jaxon was able to go deeper and he pushed her forward. Ted moved back and pushed her head down to his crotch. She suckled on his cock, cleaning off their mixed pleasure, while Jaxon started to show signs of losing it. He grabbed her hair and yanked her back as he claimed every inch of her ass. Finally, he blasted deep, not letting a drop of it escape before he pulled away and slid out with a groan.
Penny crawled next to Ted, her head resting on his shoulder as she listened to the pounding of his heart. He grabbed her close, cradling he
r neck under his arm. Ted finally turned off the toy. “Stay here with us tonight.”
Jaxon moved on the other side of her, his own head leaning on her stomach, his hot breath brushing across her slick skin.
“There is nowhere else I would rather be.”
THE END
Sold to the Cowboy Werewolf
The alarm clock started beeping beside me. I reached over and turned it off. I rolled over on to my back and stared at the ceiling. Today is the day; my eighteenth birthday. For any other teenage girl in my town that would be exciting, but for me it is horrible.
The year is 3023, and from what I understand Earth is much different than it was a thousand years ago. Humans, who ruled this world, are scarcely seen anymore and when they are, they are slaves to the shifters. A shifter is almost a cross breed between a human and an animal. They live most of their life as humans, but they have the control to shift in to their alter ego. Not everyone is the same animal; there are wolves, bears, tigers, lions and pretty much any other carnivorous animal you can think of. They are bigger than normal humans, faster, stronger and smarter. They all live in packs together with their own kind.
The town I live in is a werewolf pack. My mother and father stumbled upon it when my mother was pregnant with me. They got very lucky; they were allowed to live, partly because my mother was pregnant and wolves are very protective of babies, even human ones, and partly because my father was trained as a doctor at the village they escaped from.
They had been working for a pack of werebears, a species that does not put nearly as much importance on their young. They were going to have my parents killed for reproducing. My parents were able to escape before that happened.
Part of the deal for them to be able to stay here was that on the day of their child’s eighteenth birthday, they were to be sent to work for someone in the town. Today is the day; the day that I am being sold to a werewolf family.
“Abigail! It’s time to come down for breakfast.” My mother’s voice rang up the stairs. I sighed loudly and threw the blankets off and stood up. It was the middle of summer, and my room was nice and warm. I looked out the window and saw the sun shining brightly. Walking to my closet, I tried to decide what I should wear. What does one wear when they are being forced in to slavery?
I decided on jeans and a black t-shirt. I’m sure they will have specific clothes for me to wear anyway. I looked in the mirror one last time before heading down for breakfast. I took a minute to actually look at myself. I’m short, shorter than my mother but I have her eyes, deep set and almost black they are so dark. My hair too is dark and falls long and straight down my back. I inherited my mother’s figure, curvy in all the right places with a small waist. The only part of my father I see in myself is my smile, they are basically identical.
I pry myself from the mirror and head downstairs. My mother has the table all set up; eggs, bacon, toast and hash browns are ready to be scooped and eaten. There is a large bag with a big blue bow stuck to it that can only be a present for me.
My mother notices I am in the kitchen and comes to give me a hug.
“Happy birthday baby girl.” She says as she kisses the top of my head.
“Thanks mom.” I reply unenthusiastically. She knows what today means just as much as I do.
“Where’s dad?” I ask.
“He had to do an early morning house call. The March family is expecting their baby today.”
I didn’t bother answering; I just sat down and started to eat. I didn’t feel much like talking this morning. I was scooping some eggs on to my plate when the front door opened and my father came in. He looked at me and came over and hugged me just like my mother had. He didn’t say happy birthday, because he knew it wasn’t a happy one.
The three of us sat around the table and ate our breakfast quietly. When we were done, my mother cleared away the plates and placed the gift bag in front of me. I ripped out the tissue paper and looked inside. It was a framed family portrait.
I couldn’t say anything. It was so beautiful.
“I got it made for you by the lady in the mall. I know you will have your own room so I thought it would be nice for you to have.” My mother said quietly.
I examined the painting. It was very well done; the person who did it clearly has some serious talent. “I love it, thank you so much.” I looked between my parents and suddenly wanted to cry. I was going to miss them so much. I could still see them of course, on my day off but it was going to be so weird to not see them every day.I stood up and gave them both another hug.
I wiped my eyes and started to help my mother with the dishes from breakfast. A short while later there was a knock on the door and my heart dropped in to my stomach; I hadn’t been scared up until right now. I didn’t know which family I was being sold to; what if they were horrible?
My father opened the door and a man in a pair of jeans and a button up shirt was standing in the doorway. He was wearing a ball cap and a pair of cowboy boots.
“Hello. I am here to pick up Abigail Turner. I’m from the Wesley ranch, my name is Curt.” He had a deep calming voice and I immediately felt better.
Then I realized what he said. He was from the Wesley ranch. The Wesleys were the wealthiest family in the town. They owned about 2000 acres of land and ran a hugely successful ranch. The father farmed the land and raised beef cattle. The mother was in to horses and went to shows all over the world. They even had their own annual show she ran for the locals and the towns around ours were all invited.
They were very rich, and it made perfect sense for them to want a human to come and work for them. It was free labour; all they had to do was give me my own room to sleep in. My parents and I have driven by the place before and they were definitely not going to miss one room. Their house is huge.
Curt chatted with my parents for a while and then I grabbed my bag, gave them one last hug and climbed in to the waiting truck outside.
Curt didn’t talk much on the way there and I didn’t mind one bit; I didn’t feel like talking anyway. I looked out my window, watching the small houses of the town turn in to the never-ending fields that lie in the outskirts. It wasn’t long until we reached the long driveway of the house. It was huge, just like I remembered it to be, but even bigger. I had never seen it up close, only from the road. It was two stories, tan coloured siding wrapping around it. There was a beautiful closed in deck all around the one side, and they must have a sunroom because one whole corner of the house is all glass. It’s spectacular, it really is.
I wait for Curt to get out of the truck before I move. He walks around the back and grabs my bag before he opens my door.
“I’ll show you your room, and then we can find Mrs. Wesley.” He says and starts to walk toward the house.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and hop out of the truck, closing the door behind me. I follow Curt, but don’t pay much attention to where I am going. I can’t help but ogle at the beautiful house and what surround it. There is a huge red barn not far from the house; it looks to be brand new and very well kept. It is like the barn from all the books; red with white stripes across the doors. I can only imagine the beautiful animals that are kept in there.
We make our way around the side of the house and I no longer have to imagine what the animals look like. In behind the barn in a field with four gorgeous horses grazing away at the grass. The one closest to me looks up and meets my eyes. It is a dark brown with a stark white stripe going down its nose. The mane and tail are black as can be and all four legs look like it is wearing white socks. It is very tall, and its body is lean and muscular and shining in the sun. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I realize that I have stopped walking to stare at the horses and I look around to find Curt. He is standing in front of another building behind the house. It has all the same exterior colours as the main house but it is much smaller. It looks like apartments to me; there are two identical doors that have small wooden decks in front of them. Th
e one on the left has a small garden planted and decorations around the outside. I can see the white curtains in the windows and there is a pair of dirty boots on the deck. The one on the right has nothing, the deck is clean, there are no flowers and the windows are bare. Curt is standing at the bottom of the steps to the second door, waiting for me to catch up.
“Sorry,” I say, “they are just so pretty.”
“It’s alright. Mrs. Wesley keeps some pretty nice horses.” I walk passed Curt and step through the door. “This will be your suite. There should be everything you need, bedroom is to the right and the bathroom is attached to that. Kitchen is stocked with food, you’ll have to let Maria know if there is anything specific you like or don’t like.”
“Maria?” I ask.
“She is the maid, she does the cleaning and the cooking and all the grocery shopping for the Wesleys. She’s my wife. She and I live right beside you. You can decorate the place as you like, it’s yours now.”
I am flabbergasted. I definitely did not expect to be getting my own apartment and a stocked kitchen and so much freedom. I guess I was expecting chains and whips and slavery. Looking around at the house and the property, it’s clear to see that that is not the type of people the Wesleys are. Everything feels clean and proper.
“This is not what I expected at all.” I say out loud mainly to myself.
“Working for the Wesleys is a pretty good deal. They will treat you right, even if you aren’t one of them.” Curt says smiling.
That was when I realized that Curt wasn’t a shifter, he was human. I should have noticed right away, but I just assumed he was one of them. He isn’t very tall, probably an inch or two taller than my father, and his arms are toned but not nearly as muscular as any of the shifters I have ever seen. I start to wonder about how he got here and what his story is. Before I can ask anything, he steps back out on to the deck and says we should find Mrs. Wesley.