by Willow Wilde
“No, I don’t need you ruining any more of my clothes, thank you very much.” I chided him as I unbuttoned and shed my top, reaching behind to unclip my bra. Tossing the garments to the side, my large, soft bosom bounced into view, and I could see a dazed half-smile cross his lips.
The other shifters had been right. I was going to throw everything into this.
Having proven that he could make me orgasm with just his tongue, I pulled Brian to a sitting position on the couch. His tree trunk legs spread with his feet against the floor, and his head rolled slightly as he looked at me with undeniable need. Positioning myself over him, my back to his chest, I grasped his cock — harder than rock! — And gingerly teased my slit a little bit before finally descending down upon it. I was going to take him about halfway, as I wasn’t sure I could handle all of his staggeringly large, girth shifter shaft.
But the werebear had other plans, and his hands were instantly upon my shoulders, pushing me down to hilt his entire, achingly large cock. My lower lips parted around it as it pushed inside, stretching my inner walls to the point of almost being too painful. I knew they made unbearably large toys now — intimidating things in an array of colors that were hysterically large for the usual sexual non-deviant — but I had never, ever imagined that a man could fill me this much.
But then again, this was no regular man. This was a werebear shifter, as strange as it was to say it to myself.
Brian clenched into my waist, binding his fingertips into my hips as he powerfully lifted them up, then brought them down with a crash, sliding into a steady rhythm with me. I rose to the challenge, determined to match this incredible hunk of a man, one who singlehandedly beat the entire string of boys I’d fucked in days long since passed. I rolled my hips with every thrust, and as I brought the speed up, one of his hands instead slid onto my shoulder. He was eager to keep me in line, as tired and pale as he still was, and that meant making sure I maintained his determined speed.
My hands crept to my ample breasts, playing with my puffy nipples as I rode his thick cock. Every last bounce against his hips racked my body with a new wave of pleasure, and tweaking my nipples only added to the unbelievable revelry. One hand slid down to my pussy, finding my clit and furiously running circles against the engorged bead as I fucked him hard, uncompromising in the intense rhythm.
It turns out that he wanted to see me bouncing against him now, and his stray hand coerced me to spin around. Straddling him, my knees settled down on either side into the couch, and his hands reached up to grasp at my pillowy breasts. I trembled as his strong, almost leathery fingers grazed my nipples as we crashed our hips together, meeting each other in a furious display of primal mating.
So absorbed was I in my feral urges that I barely noticed Kyle unsheathing his own thick shifter shaft, and the head of his bobbing cock came into view as he stood up onto the couch, slumping his ass against the back and holding himself steady. Freeing his hand for a moment, he grasped me by the hair and forced me to part my lips around his girth rod. In my intense bout of pleasure, I didn’t think twice of doing as he wanted — my lips slid halfway down his cock, pumping up and down it with unshakable need, before I even realized what I was doing.
But there was no going back now, and he held my head down around his slick werebear dick as I rocked my hips into those of his alpha male. Brian seemed to be stirring a little more now, and was exercising a little more activity. For instance, his hands were now firmer, grasping at my breasts just tight enough to make me squeal in a mixture of just enough pain and almost too much pleasure. He would also pull his hands free to clap them against my ass, bringing them down hard against my thick, soft cheeks. As he spanked my ass while he fucked, the air would hit my reddening ass and continue the discipline.
I wondered about the third shifter just in time to feel a pressure against my inner star. His thick finger was pushing against my asshole, slipping inside to rib my singularly unfulfilled hole as the others occupied the rest of them. Although I was mildly experienced in anal play, I was surprised to feel him dive it in past the first knuckle, and then minutes later when he slipped a second finger inside to work my ass.
I tried to pull myself free and tell him to stop when I felt the inevitable push of his purple crown. Holding my asshole agape with two fingers, he was trying to insert his cock into my ass.
Finally, I struggled myself free from sucking Jake’s cock. “Lube! Bottom drawer, over there!” I jerked my head in a direction, and as Jake pulled my mouth back onto his cock, I felt Kyle recede from my pillowy cheeks.
There was a slight rummaging to the side, and I heard him fumbling with a few scraps in the drawer. Finally, there was silence for a minute or two, and I focused on fucking Brian and sucking down Jake.
Just as I was forgetting about the entire thing, I felt the fingertips invade my asshole again. Reaching in, they pried my hole open, and the slick cock of a freshly-lubed shifter pressed inside. Gradually, gently, he inched his way in, sometimes pulling back before retaking lost ground.
As Kyle asserted himself against my ass, I realized that I was being claimed by all three shifters…all three at once. At first unsure if my body could withstand the incredible ferocity of taking on them all, I let my tension slip away to discover that, not only was I able to handle them…but that it was the most fulfilling sex I had ever had.
Jake, still assaulting my throat with the power of his thrusting, began to become more erratic with his movements. Quivering slightly, he held my head clamped onto his shaft and powerfully rocked his hips against my face until he finally went stiff as a board. Giving a roar, he released several ropes of cum across my tongue, sliding down the back of my throat. I eagerly swallowed his gift as he pulled himself free, collapsing down on the side of the couch and watching in a slight, spent delirium.
Brian and Kyle, however, had no such qualms. With enough of his strength restored, Brian pushed both of us off and rose up from the couch. Still pale and sweaty, he scooped me into his arms and lifted me up against his rippling chest, and I slid my ankles into the crook of his bank. Holding his head in my arms, I felt him lower my body onto his thick, wet shifter shaft. Although I had been highly satisfied with the arrangement just moments ago, this new angle was much, much better. I didn’t even mind as I felt Kyle slink up behind me, holding me still long enough to push his lubed, slick cock into my asshole.
Pinned between both shifters in the air was a sexual configuration I had only dreamed about before. They resumed the powerful pummeling of my needful chasms, but thoughtfully moved against each other — as one cock pulled outward, the other thrust inward. This meant that I was continuously experiencing both layers of pleasure at the same time, always…and it drove me absolutely wild.
I could barely contain my excitement at their forceful domination of my body. Letting a hand droop down, I started rubbing my clitoris again, pleasing my inner goddess with every ounce of strength I had left. Bouncing in the air, squeezed between them as they clutched onto my body, I didn’t think it could get any better…but then I felt Kyle’s hands snake up to my breasts, grasping onto them firmly and playing with my nipples.
Kyle was the next to lose control. The bucking of his hips fell out of sync with Brian’s own movements, and he was soon punishing my bowels with an incredible burst of thrusting before finally going rigid against my body. His cock buried as deep into my ass as it could go, I felt him twitching as his shaft let loose every drop of cum that was in his heavy, dangling balls.
Kyle planted a bite against my shoulder and disentangled himself from our sweaty, orgasmic collision of bodies. Dropping down to the couch as well, he watched as Brian brought it home.
Throwing me down to the couch between them, the alpha male spun me around onto my knees. With my feet dangling over the side, I grasped onto the top of the couch, glancing over my shoulder and biting my lip at him. Don’t be too rough, I pleaded with my eyes.
He needed to be in control, needed to t
ake what was his. Pushing my quivering concern aside, he mounted me like the fierce, indomitable animal that he was. Sliding his powerful erection back inside my wet, spent pussy, he brought his hips against mine in clash after clash of jaw-droopingly mighty thrusts. All composure was thrown out the window as my body was racked with immense, unyielding pleasure, and I knew that my climax was already on the horizon.
“Oh God,” I murmured in a daze. “Fuck me, please, oh God don’t stop…don’t stop…don’t…”
I could feel the mounting wave, already threatening to absolutely punish me with its weight. As his frenzied thrusts met a startlingly new high, the wave crested, and I was racked with another six, maybe even seven orgasms. My mind blanked out as the crippling pleasure met its crescendo, and I was only passingly aware that Brian had gone rigid against me, his cock shoved so far inside that I thought I would burst. He let loose a quaking, chestful roar as his seed burst free from his shifter cock, filling my pussy and zooming towards my unprotected womb.
With every ounce of strength depleted, I dropped to the couch in a daze. Glancing over lazily towards him, I watched as his skin glowed, the very air around him glimmering. But instead of transforming, the color returned to his skin, his drooping eyes snapped open in a burst, and the piercing green glimmer returned to his retinas. Examining his hands and clenching his muscles, the alpha male turned to my sweaty, trembling face.
“You have saved my life,” he murmured. “And for that, I can never quite repay you. Thank you, Doctor.”
“Any…anytime,” I answered with a heaving chest. “That was…the most…exhilarating sex…I’ve ever…”
“Look at her, stumbling through her words!” Jake chuckled. Rising up beside me. “But she withstood us all. Thank you for the pleasure,” he added with a sly grin.
“Incredible,” Kyle added himself. “Never has one woman satisfied us all at once.”
“Indeed,” Brian observed. “Such a shame that the treat can only happen the once.”
“Only once?” I asked, peeling myself off the seat of the couch. “Oh, no. I saved your freaking life, mister. There’s no way you can do this to me and only let me experience this the once.”
Brian smiled wickedly. “And what do you propose?”
“I want this way more often than once.” My confidence was zooming back, fueled by the passion of what I had just experienced. “Hell, in a perfect world, we’d be talking pretty much every night.”
“‘Pretty much every night’, she says,” Kyle laughed.
“A greedy little minx, this one,” Jake added.
“Done,” Brian resolved the matter in a single syllable, crossing his ripped arms over an equally impressive chest. “If the shifter saver can withstand all three at once, and demands nightly pleasure…I say we give it to her. All in favor?”
“Aye!” Jake answered.
“Fuck yeah,” Kyle replied.
I gazed between them with wide, incredulous eyes. Was it seriously that easy? Was I going to get to experience a shifter gangbang every night I wanted one?
“It is settled,” the alpha male answered, a powerful grin sliding across his lips. His piercing green eyes flared in excitement as he changed my life with four more words.
“Welcome to the pack.”
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Before every hunt, I always took the time to reflect on my past. Call it a ritual, if you want. It felt cleansing to my soul, as if it somehow forgave some of my sins for the things that I had done…and the things that I continued to do.
Letting the engine of my motorcycle thrum to a low idle, I kicked down the support and pulled at the light chain around my neck. I quickly tightened the fingerless, leather gloves over my hands before popping open the locket with a slip of my thumb.
A fingertip from my free hand slid lovingly across the glass frame. It was the only picture of my parents that I had. I gazed upon my father, with his strong jawline and thick brunette hair, smiled a winning smile — while my mother laughed radiantly at something off-camera. They had been high school sweethearts, and this picture had been taken a few weeks before their graduation. They looked so young, so full of life. They wore the faces of people who had not a single care in the entire world.
That was before everything was taken from them. Taken from me.
Snapping the locket shut as I slipped it back against my skin beneath my tight-fitting top, I pulled the leather jacket around myself tighter. Within seconds, I was back on the highway, my eyes dead ahead on my destination: Greenpaw Mountain.
Overpowering my own tension was easy with the motorcycle between my thighs, thrumming loudly and powerfully. Weaving between cars as I swapped lanes like discarded lovers, the rush of the wind filled my veins with euphoria. This was the part of what I did that I truly loved. The fresh air, pelting over me as I sailed across the highways — I had always felt stifled driving a car, breathing the same general air. No, I liked it free and wild, rippling around my body as I surged down the interstate. The smells, too — being in the cities was usually a cacophony of gaseous, industrial mess, and I generally tried to spend as much time outside of them as I could. Once I hit the road and passed across long stretches free of chemical plants, refineries, and factories, I felt alive again.
My fingers tightened around the grips as I wove a particularly narrow turn between two cars. The driver on the left had been holding up traffic with the self-entitlement complex I saw seemingly every few minutes on the road. You would always see these better-than-thou folks closing off the passing lane, despite it being illegal in many states. They thought it was their duty to run the speed limit and prevent speedsters like me from breaking the law.
I turned my helmet to face the left driver as I sailed between the cars. She was glaring indignantly at me, a skinny little twerp no older than myself.
Hate to burst your carefully manicured bubble, sweetheart, but I break a whole lot of laws.
As I put her in the rear view of my side mirror, I glanced quickly towards the sun. On the horizon was the very cusp of sunset, the colors already beginning to change into their beautiful array of oranges and reds. I knew that they would look particularly beautiful over the plains, as I’d seen this sort of grand, eye-filling canvas
before. With a heart full of anticipation, I felt a certain sense of peace overcome me.
This is where I belong, I thought to myself. In tiny moments like these — quiet, beautiful, and free. This is what I really live for.
With that mantra in mind, I focused on the road to come. I had another forty-five minutes of driving ahead, and plenty of time to absorb the setting sun during the final leg of my journey.
* * * *
Under the heel of my boot, I knocked down the kickstand to my motorcycle in the police department parking lot. Removing my helmet, I shook my long, curly hair free — it had been a long drive, and I was ready for a little refreshment.
But there was work to be done first.
With my head held high, I strolled into the small, quaint front office of the police department. Behind the desk was a lowly attendant, an elderly, miserly croak without an ounce of verifiable muscle beneath his thin glob of skin.