by Willow Wilde
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 me until he finally couldn’t take it anymore. Giving it one, t
wo 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.
“Holy shit,” I murmured as he set me down against the ground. “That was fucking incredible…”
“How long did you say you will be in these parts?” Brad asked, stroking my hair aside as I struggled to stand up straight. “We would love to see you again sometime…”
He turned to the others, and I noticed them nodding with restrained enthusiasm out of the corner of my eye.
“Oh, I’m going to be here all summer,” I grinned, digging up my clothes from the dirt. Luckily, my uncle was already asleep…I had no idea how I was going to explain all of this to him, if he saw me creeping back inside, dripping with crumbled dirt. “Good thing that Uncle Jack isn’t awake,” I spoke aloud. “He’d probably pitch an absolute fit if he knew I was fuckin’ the help.”
“Oh, I think your uncle knows,” Brad answered with a smile, pushing aside a thick bush ahead. Scooping up my last few things, and grasping my boots between my fingers, I peered out from behind him to the house. There was a second-floor light on, and if I was judging correctly, it was the one to his bedroom…
“Aw, fuck,” I murmured to myself.
* * * *
Sheepishly, I closed the front door as quietly as I could. Sneaking into the house was pretty much an exercise in futility, as I knew he was awake and probably well aware of what I had been doing.
“Late night for a walk,” I heard from the living room.
DAMMIT.
“Yeah, you could say that,” I answered, kicking off my boots and sauntering towards the flickering light from around the corner. Popping my head in, he was watching his big screen television again. This time, it was a monster truck show of some sort. Looked like a rerun.
“Listen, Uncle Jack, I just—“
“No need.” He turned away from the television, but I couldn’t see his exact expression in the light. “Go on then, have a seat, darlin’. Grab a beer. Hell, grab me one, too. I’m runnin’ low on mine.” He lifted his can, sloshing it quietly.
Confused, I did as I was told, and tossed him a refill. He swigged down the remainder and set it aside on the end table, before popping the lid on the fresh one. “Go on, then,” he murmured, and I popped the top on my own.
“Uncle Jack—“
“What you do is none of my business, darlin’. Just don’t get me in any trouble with your folks, okay? I know the ranch-hands are attractive, and they won’t hurt ya. Their kind have been friends of our kind for some time. Goes back a few generations.”
“I…wait, their kind?” I asked, flummoxed. “You mean you knew?”
“Know what? That the hands on my ranch are werebear shifters? ‘Course I know! What the hell kind of ranch owner would I be if I didn’t know the help!” He gave a riotous laugh before sucking down another swig of beer. “Hell, your grandfather even got one of their women knocked up, long time ago. Not sure your daddy knows he’s the youngest of three.”
“I…wow.” I dropped into the comfort of the leather sofa. “They never said anything about you knowing. Seemed to indicate the alternative, actually.”
“That was Brad doin’ that, right?” He chuckled. “Brad’s sorta like that. Like to fuck around with people. But no, your great grandfather was tight with the shifters. Runs in the family. Only, your father didn’t stick around the ranch long enough to figure it out. Probably wouldn’t have handled it well, in hindsight…”
I nodded thoughtfully. “No, he doesn’t seem the type…”
“And yet, here we are,” Uncle Jack smiled. “The shifters have always taken a like to us. You see, your great-grandpa saved one of them. The alpha male. Leader of the whole pack. And I’ve had the luxury of helping a few of them out in a bind myself. So they’re real honorable-like, those folks. Most of ‘em, they’ve moved on for different parts, but those three come by to help out sometimes. Didn’t really occur to me that they’d be sniffin’ around you, but they have a blood oath sort of thing…it’s complicated. All you need to know is that you’re safe near them, and they’ll make you happy.”
“How long are they going to be around?”
He scratched his chin. “Long as you are, I imagine now…and probably every time you come back. You’ve done fine work so far, and you’re free to visit whenever you’d like. Keep me in the loop, and I’ll get in contact with ‘em…Hell, I don’t have any kids, maybe one day this ranch’ll be yours. You like that idea? Ownin’ yourself a shifter ranch?”
A goofy smile crossed my face as I took a deep gulp of the beer. I DID like the idea. I liked it a LOT…
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My anticipation turned to surprise when I saw Mark’s jeep in the driveway. He’s not supposed to be back home yet! I checked my wristwatch, and the hand was on its slow, speedy turn. It was still half past one…way too early for him to be here, not with his job and all. How am
I supposed to get the surprise ready for his birthday if he’s ALREADY here?
Confusion dictating my thoughts, I parked myself beside the bright red jeep. Quietly nestling the door shut, I scampered up to the front door and slowly, silently let myself inside.
Meekly setting my keyring on its hook by the door, I crept around the bottom floor of the house. The place was absolutely silent, and the only sign I saw of him was his own set of keys, dropped onto a bundled newspaper on the kitchen table. Where the hell IS he? I thought to myself as I peered around corners and peered into rooms. Even his downstairs office was untouched.
Maybe he’s just upstairs, using the restroom.
Slinking with painstakingly careful footsteps, I crept up the stairs. Fred must have given him a half-day today, I thought to myself. Typical. What am I going to do NOW?
I was already thinking on my feet, improvising the surprise I was going to prepare for him tonight, when I heard it. Near the top of the stairs, just down the hallway, our bedroom door was ajar. The sounds were unmistakable, but I had to see it for myself. Every footstep towards that door, my stomach churned harder and my head grew fainter…