ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories)

by Hawke, Jessa

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  “Make sure that you pass by to say hi before you head back to Chicago,” Diana shouted, waving at Debra as she squeezed into the middle of the pickup truck with Mitchell in the driver’s seat and Rodney moving into the passenger side, sandwiching her in between them.

  “I will, Diana, thank you very much for everything,” Debra waved back as Mitch put the truck into gear and backed out of the parking lot before heading out on the rough road driveway.

  The truck branched onto the rough road leading to town and the trio sat in silence, everyone engrossed in their own thoughts. Rodney's thoughts centered on the intense arousal that he felt when he was around Debra, a desire so heated, he was having a hard time keeping himself in check. It was late afternoon and Debra had showered and changed into a tight fitting dress that hugged her body sexily, showing off her alluring and ample curves. It was exciting to note that despite her full figured body, she did not have an ounce of excess fat on her. Through the side of his eye, he could see right down her cleavage and he wished that he could run his hand down her dress and squeeze her huge breasts. He could picture her moaning in his mind’s eye, and to his shock, he felt his dick beginning to harden within his pants. Moving lower, his eyes lingered on her silky looking thighs and he wondered how Debra would look without her clothes on. He tried to will his cock to soften, but it was as if it had a brain of its own, because soon a tent had built up in his pants and he had to pull his shirt down over himself to conceal it although he had the feeling that she had noticed it.

  “Do you cowboys always get hard ons when you are riding with women?” Debra asked, looking from Rodney's crotch to Mitchell's and as Rodney's eyes followed hers, he realized that Mitch had an even bigger erection than his and there was nothing to hide it with. “Rodney, you didn’t look very shy to me earlier on, why are you trying so hard to hide your cock. It is only natural to get aroused and I have the feeling that you have gone quite a spell without sex, am I right?”

  Rodney swallowed hard as her hand pulled his shirt off his crotch and she rubbed her hand over his erection. His cock was aching, almost feeling as if it was going to explode with desire as she tried to wrap her fingers around it over the jeans material, rubbing it up and down seductively. She took her other hand to Mitchell's crotch and also began rubbing his erection through the material of his pants. The truck swerved slightly as Mitch desperately tried to control it. The most exciting thing despite the fact that Rodney wanted Debra for himself was the fact that she looked just about ready to share both of them.

  “If you continue doing that we might never make it to your ranch alive,” Mitch said, and Rodney could tell just how aroused he was feeling from the way that he looked tense, a streak of sweat rolling down his face under the brim of his Stetson.

  “Well then, you are just going to have to concentrate on the road. These cowboy cocks of yours feel way too good for me not to be able to touch them,” Debra replied, and without warning, she pulled Mitchell's zipper open and stuck her hand into his pants, pulling his hard cock out moments later with her hand wrapped around the length.

  Mitch breathed in deeply as Debra pushed her ass towards Rodney and lowered her head down towards Mitchell's crotch, sticking out her tongue and sliding it over the pool of precum that had formed on the huge pink slit on the tip of the cock. Mitch held the steering wheel with both hands as Rodney watched her lips covering the head of the cock as Debra began to suck on it while jerking the base of the shaft. This was sure one hell of a hot lass, hot and exciting and she had Rodney more sexually excited than he had been in such a long time, his cock was aching as if it was going to explode any minute.

  “Now that it seems like we are going to be busy pleasuring ourselves during the short drive, I too might as well have a little fun with you. I didn’t know that you would end up being such fun to be with,” Rodney said, pushing Debra's dress higher up her thighs and then parting her thighs wider as he sought access to her most precious body parts. He inched the dress up until the crotch was visible, and he almost choked on his saliva when he realized that she was not wearing any panties. “Okay, tell me that this is actually real; you are a hot blonde in the Texas heat without any panties on and sitting with two very horny cowboys in a truck.”

  He pulled off his Stetson, tossing it onto the dashboard as he reached his hand in between Debra's thighs, pushing it all the way to her clean shaved crotch and pressing a finger into her cunt. She moaned out as she pulled Mitchell's cock head out of her mouth for a moment.

  “Oh fuck, what would a woman like me be doing in panties in this heat!” she said, before her lips enveloped Mitchell's dick once again, this time Debra taking more and more of the cock into her mouth.

  Rodney pushed his finger deeper into her pussy, excitement coursing through his body when he realized just how wet and slick her folds were. He began rubbing his finger over her swollen clit in circular motions and could feel the big beautiful woman trembling at his touch. Lowering his head, he parted her thighs even wider and forced his head in between them, the scent of her arousal making him dizzy with desire. As he reached his tongue into the delicious folds of her cunt to taste her, his nose poked into her pussy lips giving him an even greater scent of her love juices. She tasted like honey, honey that he knew he would always be hooked on for the rest of his life. As he drove his tongue deeper into her folds, he felt her cunt creaming up even more, her clit throbbing with arousal and hardening until it poked out of her pussy lips. Unable to resist the urge, Rodney pulled his tongue out of the depths of her cunt and then sucked her clit into his mouth, sucking on it hard as he nibbled the tip with his teeth.

  “Mmhh!” Debra moaned, arching her waist and making him wonder what she would have done if there had been more space in the truck.

  He removed his mouth from her crotch to catch his breath only to find Debra moving her mouth furiously up and down on Mitchell's cock. She was taking the whole length into her mouth and then pulling out until only the tip of the cock was in her mouth. Mitchell's knuckles had turned white as sugar as he held onto the steering wheel tightly, almost as if he was holding on for dear life. His eyes looked glazed and Rodney could tell that he was holding his breath as he was given the blowjob. Debra had her fingers wrapped around the base of Mitchell's dick and she jerked it furiously. It was not long before Mitch let out an animalistic groan, Rodney watching as his dick stiffened in Debra's mouth and exploded into an orgasm. The cock pulsated, sending its contents flying into Debra's mouth and Rodney watched in amusement as some of the juices came flowing out of the sides of her mouth and down her chin. Never in his life had Rodney ever witnessed anything as highly arousing as this before, and he had to restrain himself from coming, and yet his cock was not even being given any sort of attention.

  “Argh!” Mitchell groaned as the last of his jism went shooting into Debra's mouth. She sucked on the cock hard, swallowing as much of his cum as she could.

  “Now, that is what I call an explosive orgasm,” Debra smirked, running her tongue over her lips and licking away any semen along the way. “Well now, Rodney, I think you also deserve to have some fun, don’t you?”

  Before he could answer, she unzipped his pants and reached her hand into down, pulling his cock out past the boxers as she winked at him and lowered her head to his dick. She sniffed in his crotch, a dreamy look coming onto her face that told him exactly what she thought, before she wrapped her lips around the head of his dick and began sucking on it as she played her tongue over the tip of the dick causing him immense pleasure. Rodney took his hands down to her head and pressed it harder onto his shaft, forcing more and more of his male meat into her mouth as she began to move her mouth up and down over the dick. Rodney held his breath as he coiled his fingers through the locks of her hair, the pleasure within him making him feel as if he had died and gone to heaven. He looked out of the window and realized that they were now driving through the dusty town. She had his dick deep in her mouth.<
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  “Oh fuck,” he groaned when he felt the tip of his dick pressing into his throat past her epiglottis.

  She took the dick even deeper and deeper into her throat, deep throating him in a way that he had never thought possible. He felt her gagging before she pulled her mouth off the dick and began licking him up and down the sides of the length, taking his balls into her mouth one after the other and sucking on them until he felt as if they were on fire. Instinctively, Rodney reached down for her breasts, squeezing them softly, blood rushing through his veins when he realized that neither was she wearing a bra. He took her nipples in between his fingers and pinched them softly making Debra squeal with pleasure.

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  Debra would have loved to have her cunt pleasured a little with foreplay, but she was feeling way too horny. She needed to feel a cock inside her pussy immediately, and most importantly, she wanted Rodney to be the first one to penetrate her. This was going to be the perfect payback to Becker for cheating on her with his secretary. She was going to have two hard and wildly exciting cowboy cocks to play with and it excited her in ways that she could not explain. Another thing that she had noticed during the brief moments that she had spent with the two cowboys was that Rodney had a mad crush on her; he was in love with her, and just looking into his eyes told her all that she needed to know.

  “I want you to make love to me, Rodney. I have a total crush on you. Actually, Ithink that I am sort of falling for you. I am going to let you share me with your friend here only for today, okay?” Debra said, getting up and adjusting herself in such a way that she was facing Rodney with her back to the windshield.

  She straddled him, inching her dress even higher as Rodney noticed the way that the local folk were looking at them as if they had gone mad. Luckily, Mitchell sped away from town as Debra lowered herself onto him, taking a hold of his dick and guiding it into the hot folds of her cunt. She felt tight and delicious just like he had imagined the first time when he set his eyes on her, injured in the car yesterday.

  “Oh fuck, you feel so huge and thick inside me,” she moaned as she lowered herself onto him until his dick was deeply inserted inside her pussy.

  “Does it feel better than that of the asshole who made you cry earlier on?” Rodney asked as pleasure engulfed the whole of her body in ways she could imagine.

  “Becker? The cheating asshole has a dick the size of your little finger. Screw him. I think I'm now hooked to the cock inside my pussy,” she breathed heavily as she began moving up and down on the dick, the sensations brought about by the friction of the male meat against her vagina walls making her moan out in delight.

  She meant what she had just said; fuck Becker. The only man that she would ever want from this moment onwards would be this hardcore hunk of a cowboy that had his dick deep inside her folds. She rode him harder and faster, gripping his dick tightly every time that she pulled off him, the pleasure within her heightening until she felt as if she was going to die. His dick felt so thick and hard inside her, she could feel it pulling her clit in every time that she went down on him. He took a hold of her breasts and began massaging them hard as she lowered her head to his, their lips fusing tightly as they began kissing hungrily. Her lips parted readily as his tongue dove into her mouth, moving deep as she gave him a taste of the residue from Mitch’s cum. He seemed to enjoy it because he kissed her even more intensely as she rode him faster and harder. She rode him in long delicious strokes, taking the whole shaft into her cunt and then pulling out until just the head was inside the opening of her love slit.

  She moaned into Rodney's mouth when she felt Mitch running his hand over her bare buttocks, pulling her dress higher. He then parted her butt cheeks a little wider and Debra held her breath when she felt him running a finger through her butt crack from the top, coming down to her butt hole before a finger pressed into the rim of her butt hole. Mitch pushed the finger deeper and deeper into her butt hole stopping every now and then to let the hole adjust to the new intrusion, and it was not long before Debra could feel the finger rubbing over the cock through the thin membrane that separated the two holes. That was all that it took to send her soaring over the Cliff. She felt a knot forming in her stomach just as an intense pleasure erupted through her body, her cunt creaming up deliciously over the cock within as it quaked over the thickness. Never in her life had Debra ever experienced anything like she was experiencing right now with these two cowboys in the Texas heat. She could not remember whether she screamed or simply moaned, but what she does remember is that she gripped her vagina walls tightly over the manhood, heightening the pleasure that they were both feeling.

  “Oh fuck, I'm coming, I'm cominggg!” Rodney groaned, gripping her tightly by the hips as he drove his dick deep into her folds.

  She gripped his dick even tighter as his heated juices came splashing into her cunt bringing her a pleasurable feeling that she was not sure she would ever be able to forget. She could feel his juices blending with her love juices, and it was then that it hit her that she was not using any form of protection. What if she left Texas with a cowboy baby in her belly? She would think about that later because all that mattered right now was the pleasure that she was feeling. She milked every drop of cum from Rodney's cock, making a point to ask Mitch to wear a condom if at all he intended to penetrate her today.

  TO BE CONTINUED

  That Night With My Best Friends

  Jon had been working hard all day in the fields around the small community college. During the summer he always worked in the peach orchards and some of the small vineyards around the western slopes of Colorado's Rocky Mountains. Something about working outside always put his mind at ease. The way the opaline sky seemed to rear up over him as if he were in a snow globe sans the snow. Not that there couldn't be hail storms in the summer, though. The weather around the mountains could be extremely volatile at times, and although Denver and the surrounding metro seemed to get the worst of it, as storm clouds built had their energy wrung out by the mountains onto the eastern slopes, that didn't mean there weren't times that weather patterns couldn't curl back when they came in contact with the imposing range. Maybe that's why Jon liked working outside, in the shadow of the range's spine; every day was different, and some days were sublime in the scary way.

  But the day had been kind, the whole way through. And as the sun blazed on planes to the west Jon walked home with a loping stride. Early in the morning, when the peach trees had been slick with dew, he'd foolishly climbed up in one to get at a certain peach that had caught his eye near the very top of the trees crown. As he'd climbed a voice in his head belonging to his long passed father had told him to be careful, that nature needed to be respected, and sometimes that meant not getting what you wanted right away because you had to wait until the earth thought time was right. But Jon had shrugged off the whispers of advice from a long dead parent as a manifestation of his tired brain trying to make sense of a crippling hangover. When he thought back on it now, maybe he should have listened. But he hadn't. So he'd climbed and climbed only to lose his grip on the very branch the piece of fruit he wanted hung, and came tumbling down. It seemed like he'd hit every branch on the way down, that every little twig and snag that had been on the tree had taken its turn poking and prodding him, tearing his clothes and scratching his skin. The lesson hadn't stop there, because when he'd landed on the ground with a thud he'd sprained his knee. The rest of the work day had lay before him and he'd had no choice but to press on. The kind of business he was in didn't allow for days off.

  So he'd limped through the day, picking fruit the old fashioned way, with one of those long poles equipped on the end with a metal cage to scoop the fruit of the branch. He didn't have it in him to climb any more of the trees that day, which meant that some of the fruit went unharvested. As Jon climbed into the shower and cranked up the heat he thought about how he'd have to get up early tomorrow and head to the vineyard he was surveying for a friend so he could leave early and go
to the orchard to get the rest of the fruit from the tops of the trees. There was no way that he'd be able to leave that much money just sitting up the branches, and there was no way that he could bail on his friend who needed him to take a look at his vineyard—the rose patches that he planted at the end of every row were sick. Roses, delicate as they are, serve as a kind of of canary in the coal mind when it comes to the world of wine, being sacrificial plants that raise an alarm. Jon was supposed to examine the roses and see what might be ailing them. He hoped, as he scrubbed his body with soap, that there wouldn't be any trouble figuring out what was going on.

  If he had to take samples from the vineyard back to the college to be analyzed for fungus and other things then he'd have to head there right after, and call in a favor. One of his best friends, Ben, was working in the Biochemistry lab. The lab was small, and often times there wasn't any available space for activities that weren't school related, but it was the only way to for sure identify the kind of fungus. If it was a fungus. Jon hoped that it wasn't considering how much of a headache a fungus could be. If the problem were just insects then he figured that his friend would have taken care of it of her own accord. By the time he was out of the shower and toweling off on his porch the sun was setting.

  Jon headed to be, eager to get the busy day ahead of him underway.

  “It doesn't look good, Kate,” Jon said.

  Kate stood over his shoulder, hugging herself with crossed arms.

  “What do you think it is?” she asked.