by Willow Wilde
“Well, it’s true that I need to find some way to repay you, after all…” I smiled wickedly. “And let’s just say that it’s been a while for me.” I peeled myself from the counter and sauntered over between them, a sly smile on my lips. “And if you think I can handle you guys, then sure…I could use some excitement.”
Harrick was instantly at my side, but paused, his fingertips barely above my skin. “You must know…we don’t take turns. We do everything together. Everything as a pack.”
Involuntarily, I gulped. “Well…if that’s so…” My eyes zipped from shifter to shifter as I hooked my thumbs underneath my shirt, peeling it up my stomach. “There’s a first time for everything, right? And I’m just so ready for this…”
They descended upon me, ripping at my clothes and planting strong, passionate kisses along my skin…and that’s how the wildest night of my entire life began.
* * * *
Within moments, I was on my knees in front of all four shifters, their thick cocks dangling in front of my face. Hungrily, I wolfed one down my mouth, my hands grasping around two others as I began to pump my lips along the shaft. The fourth shifter smiled as he started stroking himself, watching his brothers experience my body.
Their primal musk filled my nostrils as I plucked my lips from one salty cock to wrap around another. My hands alternated cocks, relieving the fourth shifter of his self-stimulation while another began masturbating to keep his cock wet and erect for me.
I was amazed at how much of their shafts I could take into my mouth – I had only given a few blowjobs in my life, but I'd never been able to take one all the way. The shifters were being gruffer with me now, forcing my head further down their cocks with their hands in my hair. To my astonishment, my body seemed to want to let them in, no matter what – and my throat easily relaxed for them.
Soon, I was a blowjob champion, sheathing their shafts into my throat while they went balls-deep against my lips. Their cocks were a roulette before me now – I never had more than a few seconds sucking a hot shifter scepter before I was pulled free with another one forced down my throat.
All the while, my hands were kept busy, sliding up and down the salty, slick shafts. Carefully I would cup their thick balls, rolling them gently in my curved palms before running the fingers back up to tease and stroke their shafts.
I felt myself being lifted as I was placed down on the edge of the kitchen table. One of the shifters descended to his knees, prying my legs apart and planting firm, powerful kisses along the insides of my thighs. My head was forcefully turned as a thick, wet cock pressed against my lips. I eagerly accepted it into my mouth, teasing the frenulum with the tip of my tongue while the hot breath between my legs slipped closer towards the prize.
As I grasped a wayward cock in my hand and began to stroke it, I felt his lips clasp along my pussy, sucking at my hood and teasing my engorged clit. Involuntarily, I bucked my hips, my free hand grasping his hair and keeping him pinned to me. The shifter in my mouth took the opportunity to push deeper inside my throat, stifling my moan with his thick, fulfilling tool.
My thick thighs wrapped around the upper back of the strong, broad-shouldered shifter between my knees as he continued to firmly lap away at my pussy, his tongue and lips fiddling me like an instrument. I felt his tantalizing breath against my loins as he hungrily dove in for wave after wave of more, marrying his mouth to my slick wetness. Already, I could feel a mounting sense of ecstacy as I clutched his thick, dark hair harder, tugging his tongue deeper into me as he nuzzled.
Meanwhile, the shifter filling my throat was forcefully shoving my lips down to kiss his balls, pulling me mostly free, and repeating the pattern. I kept my eyes closed as I lost myself in the feeling, knowing his guttural groans that he was experiencing incredible pleasure.
Stroking the shifter who occupied my now salty-slick hand, I could feel his cock twitch with pleasure. I reached with my free hand to the other side of the table, and heard movement as the forth shifter came within grasp. Eagerly, I began to stroke him as well, until I was satisfying all four of them with my body at the same time.
They switched positions a few minutes later, and I eagerly grasped Harrick's cock as he slipped from between my legs to within grasp. The new shifter in my mouth was less rough, and I was able to properly tease him and revel in his scent as I took back control of my lips.
The one between my legs chose to slip a strong, calloused finger inside me as he sucked on my clit. I gasped with pleasure as he teased my inner walls before deciding to add the second finger. Instinctively, he curled them straight towards my g-spot, and I involuntarily bucked my hips again, feeling my skin all but drip with excitement.
But they were starting to get impatient, and so was I. It wasn't long before I felt myself being pulled from the table as they positioned themselves around me…
I thought Harrick would be the one to take me first, but he slipped to the side. “As a pack,” he reminded me. “The others will go first.”
I nodded as one of the shifters lay down on the floor. My curvaceous body was lowered carefully down to him, and my knees slid right into place on either side of his chest. Lifting my hips, I grasped his thick, juicy cock and rubbed it against the lips of my pussy, stimulating myself with his rock-hard erection for several seconds. With confidence beaming in my eyes and a sexy little smirk on my face, I finally held it upright and lowered myself, feeling my womanly barrier resist against it.
He grasped my shoulders firmly and pushed me down, and after brief tension the splitting pain infiltrated my mind. I fought through the sting as he filled me, his huge cock gliding almost effortlessly into my drenched chasm. With my palms sliding across his rippling chest, holding me steady, I began to pump my pillowy hips against his own.
His hands clasped on my thick ass as we fucked, and he gave me several good slaps of a red bottom for good measure. Before I felt completely comfortable, there was already a thick shifter cock pressing against my lips again, and I gratefully took it into my mouth – my tongue sliding along the shaft, my lips gliding down the rod. I left the shifter below start to take control of the motions as I focused on the cock in my mouth, and he began to rigorously rock my hips as his strong hands clenched into them.
Another took my hand and guided it towards his thick shaft as I felt a slight pressure around my hidden star. A wet thumb, dripping with saliva, was pushing along my most intimate hole until I felt it slide inside. At first I was alarmed, but it worked with the cock thrusting into my pussy, only adding to the stimulation. With this new experience I gradually relaxed, and felt it switch with a wet finger, diving a knuckle deep to manually arouse me.
The shifter in my mouth tagged out with the one held firmly in my stroking fist, and I realized that it was Harrick who now occupied my mouth. Happily, I sucked him down, allowing him to control my mouth as I jacked off his brother. The shifter fucking me from below grew more frantic as the one fingering my asshole matched his intensity, and I felt the rise of a sensation I'd never experienced before – the lifting of an orchestral crescendo within the deepest reaches of my mind, a building fanfare that was ready to eclipse me.
The orgasm came in several waves as I went rigid between them all, and in the blinding bliss I barely felt the shifter pummeling my pussy go stiff beneath me as well. His cock burrowing as deep inside as it could, he released several ropes of his hot, salty gift into my hungry tightness. My inner muscles clamped onto his cock and milked him dry until he had nothing more to give, and I felt myself being lifted up as he withdrew from below. The shifter who had occupied my mouth minutes before, and my hand most recently, was now on the floor beneath, and so the carnal merry-go-round continued.
I could focus more entirely on Harrick's cock now, and I held his sculpted hips as I powered down on his thick shaft. The shifter below was more rugged than the last, and I had to widen my knees slightly to fit around his impressive frame. His hands, too, were larger, and they firmly grasped my
large, bouncing breasts with enthusiasm. He teased my nipples between his fingers, pinching them as he clamped into my pillowy breasts, groaning with gusto from the floor below.
This only prompted me to rock against his hips harder, feeling his thick cock penetrate deeper. Harrick allowed me to control everything on his cock, and held his hands to his hips to keep his back steady. My own hands were clasped around them, feeling their strength as I wolfed down every last inch of his stunning member.
But the shifter behind me on his knees was feeling ambitious. He graduated to using two saliva-drenched fingers to tease my asshole for several minutes before holding the hole open, and I felt something new press against it. Fearfully, I pulled free from Harrick's cock and tried to glance over my shoulder, but he stopped me, taking my face into his hands.
“My brother won't hurt you,” he whispered. “None of them will. He'll be gentle, and if it hurts too much, he'll stop. Try to relax...if you let this happen, you'll feel something new and incredible.”
I nodded fearfully and tried my best to relax my muscles. The crown of his cock, his purple, bulbous head, pressed deep against my inner star. It was smothered in saliva – clearly spat upon and stroked by the shifter who owned it – and was able to pass into the hold with little difficulty. He released his fingers from gripping the insides of my asshole, holding it agape to let his cock inside. Gently but firmly, he began to inch his way inside, until he had approximated halfway from tip to base into my asshole.
The others resumed their fucking, with the shifter below me ramping up the intensity while Harrick took the reins over my face. My lips were continuously thrust down to the base of his cock as he overpowered me, losing himself in his feral needs. The shifter brothers in my ass and my pussy began to alternate thrusts, falling into a quick rhythm that ensured that one always pulled back while the other pushed in. This new approach began to drive me wild, and I could feel more orgasms on the horizon.
They didn't last longer than a few minutes after that. My body took over as I gave into my own hungry need, and I shoved my hips down to meet them time and time again. Whether it was that, or the shifters excited to take me together, I felt them both rigid and clutch me in place, shoving themselves as deep into me as they could go. In synchronized ecstasy the two shifters unleashed the contents of their balls deep inside, filling my bowels and replenishing my pussy with their hot loads.
Finally extracting themselves after fucking themselves dry, this left Harrick and myself. He wasn't squeamish about it, as he instantly plucked me up and tossed me over the edge of the kitchen counter. With nothing to clamp onto, I instead pressed my palms against the wall as he immediately clutched at my thick ass, dominating my pussy by shoving his engorged cock inside and going to town. My liberated throat gave way to a one-woman chorus of primal moans, firmly trying to maintain any ounce of composure I had left as he fucked me savagely but sweetly.
I had done my best to hold back my orgasms, but I knew it was a futile effort. With a feral intensity in those piercing, green eyes of his, he slammed my hips into the counter over and over. I could barely keep up with the power of his movements, weakly letting him dominate me entirely. WAS IT WATCHING HIS BROTHERS FUCK ME TO COMPLETION FIRST? I wondered to myself about the surge of sexual energy that he now brought to our deeply fulfilling acts. It was an animalistic dominance that I had heard about but never thought actually possible – and I willingly gave myself into it.
But he wanted things different, and pulled me from the counter to drop me to all fours on the floor. Positioning himself behind me, he delivered a jaw-droppingly powerful slap to my ass before reasserting himself inside me again. With my entire body rocking to the force of his motions, my resistance was completely and irrefutably futile.
The wave of pleasure inside me reached an almighty height before crashing across my mind, and I felt it ripple across my body with incredible power. Orgasm after orgasm – it must have been over half a dozen in total – hit my body with an intensity I'd never dreamed in my entire life. As I went rigid with pleasure, my entire, curvy body going rigid, so did he. His broad, toned and well-defined form went hard as rock behind me, his fingers digging into my hips as his relentless cock followed suit. A powerful burst of his passion rocketed into me as he gave me his all in several ropes of hot cum, until we finally collapsed on the floor together.
* * * *
“Oh god,” I felt myself murmur in mindless delight. “I'd never thought I'd experience anything like that.”
He stroked my hair as the others recouped their breath. A blanket appeared around me, and I gratefully took it as I sat up with him, still reeling from the excitement.
“My heroes,” I told them breathlessly. “First, you save my life...then you fuck me into oblivion. What a goddamn night.”
They chuckled among themselves, and Harrick took my chin in his calloused fingers, gazing soulfully into my eyes.
“Will this happen again?” I mournfully asked.
A reassuring smile crossed his lips. “You will always know how to find us. We won't stray far from the woods unless we have to. As long as you are here, we will remain close, eager to consummate our passion with you as often as you'll have us.”
“So formal,” I chided kindly. “Well, you might have to get used to having me around. I'm only just getting settled in, and it looks like I'm going to be here for a while...”
After all these years, I had run as far away as I could from the boring, mind-numbing woods of Utah. Now that my mind had been numbed in a far more pleasing way, I wondered if I could ever leave again.
And through this pack of bear shifters, life had showed me that the place I had fought to escape for so long...was where I truly belonged all along.
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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 felt were relegated to my alone time, and I set aside any hope that a real man would ever whisk me off of my feet.
