by Willow Wilde
He faced a brief barrier as my intact womanhood held him back briefly. With a strong push, he broke through the layer of skin, filling me with a sharp pain that gradually subsided as I gasped at his fullness, at how it stretched me inside. Try as I might, I couldn’t stifle my moan as my lips quivered apart, my lids half closed with my gaze firmly on his piercing green eyes. In this moment, his confidence was exhilarating, his masculinity overwhelming. He gave a slight, sly little smirk that absolutely melted me as he thrust himself deep into my wet chasm, and I felt the worries of the world absolutely drift away with my thighs wrapped around him.
What was slow and gentle at first quickly picked up to a mounting frenzy. My hips rolled against his as he punished me with his rigid, red-hot erection, pummeling into me with an incredible tempo that reduced me to a moaning, grasping mess. I needed him. I needed ALL of them. But losing my virginity in the air, held up by a startlingly handsome shifter with a rugged, chiseled face that was smiling wickedly at me…
I barely noticed the pressure at my inner star at first, but after several minutes of Lupin controlling the intensity that throttled my pussy, Larsen was soon positioning himself behind me. His slick finger was pushing into my asshole now, teasing me inside against the sensations that I was already experiencing. I clutched to Lupin harder now, feeling the penetrating digit slide inward to the first, no, the SECOND knuckle, and after a brief moment he was fitting a second one inside as well. I had never done much butt stuff before, but the truth of the matter was that feeling him stimulating me from behind that way only made my sex hotter.
I could see Joshua and Bernard, standing to the side and stroking themselves while watching. The added voyeurism was incredible to me, although I knew that they would be participating soon enough. After all, Joshua was simply biding his time until the others had taken their fill, while Bernard…Bernard was simply looking for an opening to take, both figuratively and literally. As soon as I was in a more amenable position, I had no doubt that he was going to join the sweaty fray, although I had no earthly idea how I was going to handle all three of them at once.
But my thoughts were ripped from that when I felt the pressure with my ass change. Larsen was holding my hole agape now, and I could feel him pushing the demanding tip of his cock against the opening.
“Oh god, I don’t know if I’m…if I can…” I stumbled through the words, unable to properly communicate through the bliss. Fingering my ass was one thing, but fucking it?
“Shhh, little dove,” Joshua reassured me, now by my side. “He will be gentle with you. Do not worry…just relax, and let him do what he must. If you release your tension and allow him to claim your ass, your pleasure will meet a new height…”
Twisting my neck, I looked Larsen in the eyes as much as I could. “Will you be gentle?”
“Of course,” he told me, his voice drenched with musky need. “I’ll stop if you tell me to. But let me do this, and I guarantee you’ll be pleading for me to continue…do you trust me?”
I thought on his words and nodded quickly, turning my attention back to Lupin as he continued to power into my pussy. I did as I was told, and struggled to relax myself, allowing every ounce of tension to leave my bowels. Soon, I felt Larsen prying my asshole open with his fingers again, holding it open to accept the gift of his incredible shifter cock. With dexterity and patience, he slowly pushed it inside — inch by painstaking inch — until he was finally halfway inside me. Letting his fingertips retreat, my asshole clamped around his cock, and he began to slowly, gradually fuck my ass.
Their cocks fell into a natural rhythm that ensured that as one pulled outwards, another burrowed inwards. This meant that I was constantly stimulated from both holes in opposite ways, and that I could barely keep myself from being a quivering mess between them. Pinned and sandwiched by both shifters, my arm drifted behind my head to grab at the scruff of Larsen’s neck as they hoisted my hips together, slamming themselves against me in rapid succession. Several times, they broke the rhythm to give me moments of jackhammering my hungry, slick orifices together, and I felt their cocks slam inside with only my vaginal wall to keep them apart. But they would always return to the usual, staggered tempo, leaving me caught off the ground between them and pleading that they not stop.
Larsen grasped me under the thighs, supporting me as Lupin pulled his cock free. I was furious at first, wondering why I was being deprived of my pleasure, when I realized that Bernard was coming over to assert himself inside.
Oh, he’s just tagging a fresh cock into our little throw-down.
Bernard had grown tired of simply watching and self-stimulating, and he immediately moved to absolutely thrash my pussy. Hilting himself into my hips almost immediately, I was brought to a new, louder ring of moans as the two shifters resumed the previous rhythm and strove to crush me between them.
Lupin was happy to jack himself off some more, although out of the corner of my eye I could spot Joshua, who clearly looked like he was ready to leap in. Above all else, I wanted the alpha male to absolutely crush my body in bliss, but I knew that he had to wait, to let his pack have their taste. Oh, how I wanted him inside me — but I had to be patient too, and I knew it.
After several minutes of fucking like this, they decided to change up the positions. Lupin jumped back into things, laying down on the ground while I was lowered onto him. My shins fell into place against the floor on either side of his hips, facing towards him, and I felt Larsen resume his place deep in my ass. However, I was low enough for Bernard to stay involved, and he soon swept over to claim my face again. Clutching a handful of my hair, I let him shove his cock — smothered with our mixed juices — deep into my mouth, pushing into my throat. While the others settled back into their routine and pummeled my chasms below, Bernard lustfully dominated my mouth, with his balls slapping wildly against my chin in the forcefulness of his motions.
Joshua was practically starving on the spot now, watching all three of them claim me together. I knew that he was impatient for one of them to reach their orgasm, and I silently willed one of them to climax as well. Instead, Bernard and Lupin swapped places, and Lupin commanded my lips at the base of his cock while Bernard forcefully fucked my pussy into crippling submission.
For several minutes, it felt like it would never stop, but finally I felt Bernard begin to grow erratic with his movements beneath me. As he started to go stiff, his twitching cock burrowing up into my sickened chasm, I felt him clasp his fingernails into my hips as he let loose rope after rope of cum inside me. Drenching my inner walls with the hot, creamy fluid, I bucked my hips against him and squeezed every last inch of him inside as he drained himself, finally collapsing to the floor beneath me in a crumpled, satisfied mess.
Joshua saw his opportunity, and was instantly at our side with a snarl on his face. Deferring to his pack leader, Bernard extracted himself from underneath me. I thought that Joshua was going to try to slide into my pussy, but instead he gazed expectantly at Lupin, who plucked his cock free of my mouth and took the position instead. As the shifter who first took my virginity found his way inside my leaking, quivering chasm, the alpha male grasped me by the back of my head and forced my lips all the way to the base of his thick shifter cock.
“Now, my willing little bird…suck your alpha male’s shifter cock,” he spoke fiercely, his piercing green eyes locked onto mine with incredible, almost tangible need. “When I am through with you, there had better not be a drop of cum inside my balls…”
The intensity of his command rattled me to my core, but only in the best of ways. Throwing my complete enthusiasm into pleasing him, I plucked his cock free from my lips and wrapped them around his balls, playing with the delicate sack with my tongue. Pulling my mouth free to toy with them in the cradle of my hand, I planted my tongue at the base of his long, thick shifter shaft and slid my way up the thick, pronounced vein to tease his frenulum as I started stroking with my free hand. My priority was worshipping his cock, and that took
both hands and the entirety of my mouth to do it properly. As I wolfed down the bulbous, purple tip and began working his shaft with my fingers and my mouth, my other hand still playing with his balls, I picked up the tempo to get him even harder than ever.
Judging by his guttural groans and the look of incredible pleasure across his face, I was doing just the trick.
But the other two shifters were still powering away at my hips, with Larsen fucking my ass while Lupin thrusting deep into my drenched pussy. God bless the shifters, Lupin had pried a hand free to rub my aching clitoris while Larsen grasped my tits from behind, toying with my nipples. Every last square inch of my curvaceous body felt like it was completely on fire from excitement, and this only made my satisfaction that much better. I rocked my hips harder between them as I dove down deeper on Joshua’s girth shaft, but I knew that I couldn’t hold out too much longer.
Lupin was the next to meet the apex of his pleasure. Similarly to Bernard before, he clasped onto my hips and began thrusting wildly up into me, his cock vying for every last sliver of distance it could cover inside my moist, slick pussy. After several moments of heaving chest, tightening fingernails, and groaning gasps, he finally stiffened beneath me as his own hot, creamy gift shot into my exhilarated body. As he let loose the cannon of his cock, his tension evaporated, and Lupin drew himself out from under me after it was done.
Joshua dominated my mouth for several seconds more before finally ripping himself free and taking his rightful place. He pulled me up to him, and the three of us remaining fell back into the configuration from before — it was Joshua’s turn to hold me up, my ankles and wrists thrown around him, as he penetrated me in the air. Larsen held my asshole agape with his fingertips again as he repositioned himself inside, pushing his heavy shifter rod deep up into my bowels once more. Once I was comfortable and properly supported, pinned between them, they held me up together and continued to batter my yearnful holes senseless with their passion.
We continued this for several minutes before Larsen finally started to lose his rhythm, and instead of working against Joshua’s penetrative movements, he started to thrust into my ass with wild abandon. I knew that he was close to the edge, and I reached back to throw the crook of my elbow around his neck as I dug my fingernails into his upper back.
He groaned a response, losing himself to his deep, hungry thrusting. He was so close that I could feel it — although, to be fair, his cock was starting to twitch inside my inner star. His thrusting halted as his cock buried itself deep inside, belting out several ropes of hot shifter cum into my bowels. Finally spent, I felt him collapse against me, gasping out the last few seconds of his satisfaction.
As he extracted himself and pulled away, this left Joshua with complete control of my body. In an instant, we were back on the floor, and he was moving my ankles up onto his powerful shoulders as I lay bared beneath him. Filled to the brim with uncompromising desire, his hips pushed into mine, over and over — I felt his powerful cock burrowing deep inside my aching pussy and wondered how much longer I could hold on. Joshua’s thunderous clapping against my body rocked me down to my very core, and my fingernails clenched into his sinews and muscles — seemingly of their own volition. I moaned, I pleaded, and I begged him to bring me to the precipice of my pleasure, and as his endless thrusting sped up, my ankles practically bouncing on his shoulders…
My mind burst into an explosion of sensation, the mounting orgasm finally paying off. I held onto him and cursed out a string of expletives as five, maybe even six orgasms fired off, until I was a crumpled, sweaty, quivering mess beneath him. But before the multiple climax could finish, I noticed him stiffen as well, digging deep inside until he let loose spurts of his shifter seed, adding to the creamy, hot mixture already staining my inner walls.
He slid off of me, and we laid there together, panting with the intensity of what we had done. For the first time since we had begun, I thought of Mark and Tammy…but I didn’t feel as hurt or depressed as I had. In fact, I felt that I’d still be willing to go through with it, if it meant I could still bang some shifters.
“You know it doesn’t work that way,” Joshua explained as I brought it up, with his calloused fingers twirling my hair. “We do not encroach on your mating customs.”
“Oh, I know,” I thought wistfully. Still…two could play this game, and if he was going to break the rules…well, there was still almost two weeks between now and the wedding…two weeks that were about to be full of some hot, fulfilling, STEAMY werebear shifter gang-bangs…
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Five Alphas Loving Curves
Ever since we had moved to this boring little mountain city, the only thing of any real fun had been the Snowpine Resort. It was our private little Disneyland – tucked away up in the mountains, it was the badge of honor to any worthwhile winter to have spent at least a weekend up there. Most of the kids in my classes learned how to ski or snowboard at an early age, hitting the carefully-groomed trails and coming back occasionally with a broken bone but always with a good story. The richer kids practically lived up there during the seasons, coming back down for classes and spending their Fridays blowing through the classes and planning their festivities.
If I sound a little bitter, it's because I had to watch that crap my entire adolescence. Not once did I ever get to go up there...not until a particularly life-changing weekend during my single year of college.
* * * *
After blazing through our finals, my best friend Jenn and I saved up enough money to finally scrap together a weekend. As we drove up to the resort, we commiserated over the endless late nights of waiting tables at the borderline awful steakhouse in town. All those side salads whipped together in the kitchen, those soul-wrenching Kids Eat Free Tuesday nights, and enough indecent tippers to practically bankrupt us outside of paying our bills and incrementally adding to the collective “Ski Resort or Bust” pot…
As we stood in line that Friday afternoon, finally ready to hand over our hard-earned cash, we knew the weekend was going to be fucking amazing. Jenn had already been once, when she first moved to town for college. I wasn't much of a drinker, which was pretty much all that there was to do here. Jenn didn't mind so much, and dragged me along to the occasional club during the summers, while I'd drink a virgin coke while she slammed down mixed drinks and danced with the guys.
This year's fashion? Lumberjacks, apparently.
I didn't get the aesthetic at first, but I had to admit that there was something primal in it that appealed to me. Those rugged jaws and thick beards did something fierce to me, or at least they did when I was home alone with my hand down the front of my pajama pants. In all honesty, the actual guys never really turned me on. They always seemed to act their age, which was apparently twelve. Catcalling and whooping after the women, they didn't have a single bone of respect or appreciation for a real woman between them.
And I, of course, was all “real woman.” With curves that wouldn't quit and a nice, thick body, I was eager to give my pillowy body to the first true gentleman who wooed me.
But I found out the hard way that I was surrounded by a bunch of mountain hicks. They were all idiots, the lot of them. It took me a while to understand that they were just animals, really, but a bunch of stupid ones at that. The primal needs that I fe
lt were relegated to my alone time, and I set aside any hope that a real man would ever whisk me off of my feet.
I said before that we knew the weekend was going to be fucking amazing. And it was...but for reasons I would never have guessed. And at first...it was looking pretty freaking abysmal.
* * * *
I glared out the windows into the dead of the night, cursing my luck. The weather was supposed to have been fine for this weekend, but the freak snowstorm had inexplicably come out of nowhere. Jenn and I had barely made it back from the trails in time.
“C'mon, Jess,” she told me. I hadn't heard her approach, and I whipped my head around to scowl at her. “You've been over here for, like, twenty minutes. Glaring at it isn't going to make it go away, you know.”