Spurred Bearback (BBW Shifter Cowboy Western Romance) (Bear Ranchers Book 4)

by Becca Fanning

“Well, it’s still a great view even from the bleachers. She’s got that sassy side,” Mark said.

  Hearing them talk about me like that, I couldn’t take any more. My whole body ached, but my mind was fixated on these two men and the opportunity in front of me. I grabbed one of the clean towels outside the locker room. I stripped off my gym clothes and wrapped the towel around myself.

  Then I walked into the men’s locker room. My mind was reeling, every hesitation trying to stop me, trying to make me turn around. It tried telling I was just going to embarrass myself. It tried telling me that I didn’t have a shot with these guys. I didn’t listen.

  Both men were sitting on benches, peeling off their sweaty t-shirts. They froze when they saw me. Two sets of jaws dropped.

  “I read that showering right after a workout is good for the soul,” I said as I walked between the two sitting men towards the showers.

  “Umm, hi Olivia!” Mark said. “The women’s locker room is right next door.” His voice was a mix of husky lust and confusion.

  “No, you said they were co-ed,” I said. I let the towel drop and sauntered into the shower. I knew I had two pairs of eyes glued to my ass. “But I might need some help in here,” I said, turning on the shower.

  I’d never seen such fast undressing. Like a Vegas stage show, their clothes vanished in the blink of an eye. I was delighted to see both men had plenty to work with downstairs. A girl could be greedy.

  “Were you spying on us?” Frank said, pressing himself against my back. His hands rested on my hips.

  “Oh, I wouldn’t call it spying,” I said, my arms going up around Mark’s neck as he stepped in front of me. His manhood swung between his legs, his balls relaxing and hanging lower in the hot humid shower.

  “Oh, she was spying alright,” Mark said. “I’d say she’s practically an intruder,” he said, his hands caressing my cheeks. His voice was like a growl, his golden eyes locked onto mine like cornered prey. Like a prize within his grasp.

  Even with the hot water pouring down on us, his fingertips left trails of fire behind them. I pulled his head down towards mine and kissed him hard. He grabbed the back of my head, holding it in place so our tongues could wrap around each other.

  I felt Frank’s mouth on my shoulder, kissing his way up my neck until he got to my ear. He took my earlobe in his mouth, his teeth nibbling on it softly. His hand left my hip and went lower, squeezing my ass in desperate need of relief. “Olivia, you’re so gorgeous.”

  His words drove me wild. I moaned into Mark’s mouth, our tongues still wrestling in the battlefield between our joined lips. My hands grabbed Mark’s chest as I groped his magnificent rock hard chest. His skin was taut and stretched over the muscle like canvas over a frame. I grabbed his nipples and tweaked them.

  He broke off the kiss. “Mmm, you’re right Frank,” he said. “Even in here, I can smell her. I don’t know how you didn’t just fuck her blind out there.” He kissed his way down my neck, then scooped up one breast in his hand.

  I felt his lips clamp down on my breath, greedily sucking. “Oh!” I moaned, hot water from the shower spilling into my open mouth. I gyrated my hips, letting Frank know that I appreciated what he was doing with my ass. I don’t think I’d ever been this wet, this eager, this needy.

  Frank’s big dick pressed between my thighs, rising up and pressing against my folds. It felt so good. He began thrust his hips through my thighs, rubbing his full length up against my lips.

  “Don’t be a tease,” I whispered back at him. “I need you,” I said.

  “I know you do. But you don’t get this cock yet,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance and authority. “Let’s find out how she tastes, Mark.”

  A mumbled grunt came from Mark, his tongue doing one last flick against my nipple as he released it and kissed his way down my belly. Every lick, every nibble sent shockwaves through me. I saw him drop a hand to his thick cock, stroking himself to relieve the pressure while he serviced me.

  His free hand pulled my labia apart and his tongue swept in, scooping up a dollop of my juices into his hungry mouth. “You smell great, Olivia, but you taste even better,” he said, his tongue going back to work. Up and down my slit, his tongue slid against me, knowing every crevice and ridge.

  Behind me, Frank was planting a trail of kisses down my spine. When he got to my ass, his big hands pulled my ass cheeks apart. I felt his cheeks wedge in between my cheeks, then his tongue came out and began licking at my asshole.

  “Fuck!” I cried. I’d never been licked back there. It felt wonderful, these two men attending to my naughtiest parts. I looked down, the sight of four golden eyes looking up at me while they licked me senseless was too much. My knees buckled as I came, filling Mark’s mouth with my juices. My ass pressed back against Frank’s eager mouth, his teeth playfully nipping my butt cheek.

  Everything felt like it was going into super slow motion for a moment. I could feel every drop of water hit my face and chest. Mark stood up in front of me and kissed me softly. His lips parted softly against mine, and our tongues embraced.

  I looked down to see both men fully erect. Their cocks arched upwards towards their stomachs. Pale rods with angry purple crowns. I grabbed the two men like only a lover could and pulled them out of the shower. Water dripped off our bodies as I sat them down on a bench. “That was amazing guys, but I think you’ve held these back from me for long enough,” I said, my hands sliding up and down their lengths.

  “I guess that was rude of us,” Mark said. “We should work on that.”

  “Totally,” Frank concurred.

  I bent forward and took Mark in my mouth. My lips parted, and the bulbous head of his prick passed between them. My teeth lightly grazed him, and my tongue licked the undercarriage as I bobbed up and down. His salty need filled my mouth, the musk of his crotch filled my nose. My hand worked Frank’s shaft as he watched the show.

  “God that feels so good,” Mark said, his head going back. “Suck that cock,” he commanded.

  Frank’s hand reached back behind me and thrust a finger inside me. He slid into my slick tunnel effortlessly, my juices coating his finger. A few diddling thrusts and he pulled it back out. He brought it up to his face, smelled it, then licked it clean. “Mmmm,” he said with satisfaction.

  I pulled my mouth off Mark and switched to blowing Frank. His eyes closed and his head rocked back as my tongue swirled around the head of his manhood. His thick, creamy pre-cum covered my tongue. These bear Shifters were so virile!

  I pulled my mouth off him. “Both of you stand up,” I said.

  They both did, grinning like little boys.

  I took their place on the bench and pulled both men in front of me. Now it was much easier to alternate between them. I sucked the tip of Frank’s cock, then switched to Mark’s. Two hot mouthfuls of meat, each trying to push their way past my tongue and down my throat. Then I brought both their heads into my mouth at the same time, my tongue pinned in place and unable to move.

  Both men groaned as they stretched my cheeks and rubbed against each other.

  “What a skilled little cocksucker,” Frank said.

  “It’s like she was born for this,” Mark said. His hand cupped his balls, giving them little tugs as he invaded my mouth with his friend.

  “I’ll leave you to this,” Frank said to Mark. “Olivia, I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to bury myself inside you and pound you has hard as I can, because you have awoken a need in me,” he said, pulling out of my mouth.

  I straddled the bench, leaning forward to put my face back into Mark’s lap.

  Frank circled around to my rear, his hands reaching under me to put his weight on the bench below us. He positioned the head of his cock against my aching, pouting pussy. He rubbed it up and down my length, cruelly pushing it up against my clit.

  “Fuck me, damnit,” I begged.

  “You’re in no position to give orders,” Frank said. “You’re a little bitch in heat, an
d we’re going to take you how we see fit. We’re going to use you, empty our balls into you, and leave you exhausted,” he said, more a growl than anything. “If you’re lucky, that is.”

  “You’d better,” I warned. I licked Mark’s balls, each one a heavy stone suspended in his sack. I imagined how much cum must be stored in there. I knew Shifters could mate all day long, but it didn’t dawn on me that they’d need enough cum to do it. My thumb rubbed the soft glans underneath the head of his cock.

  Frank pressed the head of his cock against my pussy lips. They spread with a sticky slickness, wrapping around the head of his cock with clingy need.

  I bit my lip in anticipation. I held my breath, waiting for that feeling of him entering me. That feeling I hadn’t felt in far too long, that feeling of being wanted in the only way that mattered.

  “Goddamn, Olivia. I want to tease you with this, but I can’t hold back any longer,” Frank said as he pushed into me. “Unngh, you’re so tight!” he grunted.

  I felt him fill me, his thick rigid cock stretching me out from within. This wasn’t a dildo hidden at the back of my panty drawer. This wasn’t a clump of fingers furiously thrusting into me while I watched porn. This was a gorgeous bear Shifter, mounting me like we were animals in the wild. I cried out against Mark’s thigh as Frank withdrew from me for another wonderful thrust.

  I lifted Mark’s balls and pressed a hand against his abs. He looked down at me, puzzled.

  “Lie down,” I said.

  He laid back.

  Frank leaned down, laying on top of me and crushing me against the bench. His weight made it deliciously hard to breath, and his mouth clamped down around my neck, his teeth digging into me. His cock slammed back into me, then pulled out. Each time he retracted, my pussy would close up behind him, only to be forcefully filled by him again.

  I licked Mark’s taint, my tongue trailing lower and dipping between his ass cheeks. I’d never tossed a guy’s salad, but it felt really good on the receiving end. I delicately ran my tongue between his cheeks.

  “Oh God, don’t stop,” Mark moaned. He was now lying down on the bench, his knees spread apart in the air. He worked his cock in one hand, the head pressed against his belly button as I licked his asshole.

  Frank’s pounding was getting more frantic, each thrust squeezing the air out of my lungs. His teeth dug deeper into my neck, pinning his mate in place while his balls demanded their relief. A low rumble came from his chest as he thrust one more time, pressing himself down onto me with his full force. He took several hitching breaths as I felt his cock pulse.

  It felt like gallons of cum shot into me. Over and over, pulse after pulse. His balls pressed against my ass, and it even felt like they flexed, trying to send as much seed into me as possible. I was filled to the brim with his creamy hot slurry. He pulled out behind me and collapsed on the bench. I felt his seed leaking out of me and down my leg. His breathing was deep and labored.

  I focused on Mark, submissively on his back in front of me. I gave him one last swirling lick against his sphincter before pulling his legs down and mounting him. “Ready for a ride?” I said, my hand going between us to grab him.

  “Ride me, baby,” he said, looking down between our bodies.

  My hand angled his head to my pussy, and he slid right inside me, his prick slipping all the way inside me. We made a squelching noise as I rode him, his friend’s cum now being forced out by this new cock. My legs went out wide and I gyrated down on top of him, feeling him bump against my cervix in delightful agony.

  “Ride that cock, bitch,” he said, his hand going up to stroke my face.

  I closed my eyes, sucking his thumb into my mouth while I rode this stud. With each bounce my breasts became weightless on the upstroke, then snapped downward as I drove home, him filling me up. Frank’s seed was now a sticky mess between us, but it didn’t stop our fucking one bit.

  A big hand pressed into my back, pushing me down to lay against Mark. Frank stood over us, his cock hard again. “Room for me, too?”

  “Fucking insatiable,” I said through eyes half-lidded with lust. I wrapped my arms around Mark’s face and kissed him, my tongue delving into his mouth.

  Frank wiped a huge glob of spit against his knob, then pulled my ass cheeks apart. He slowly pressed against my sphincter, giving me time to adjust to both men.

  I moaned into Mark’s mouth, the feeling of being double penetrated a completely new experience. I concentrated, willing my lower half to relax and let these men both enter me. After a few moments I felt Frank pass my sphincter, and both men slid up inside me.

  “Oh, oh. Oh fuck, oh God,” I panted, having never felt like this before. I pushed up off both men, two long poles sliding out of me at the same time. Then I rocked back, feeling them both fill me up.

  Both men were grunting, teeth bared in torturous ecstasy. They added their force to our fucking, bucking up against me as I landed back against me. Like some crazy organic sex machine, they ran their pistons into me relentlessly.

  “I. Can’t. Hold. Back,” Mark said, his hands coming up to squeeze my breasts.

  “Come inside me,” I demanded, my ass bouncing up and down as hard as I could.

  He closed his eyes as he came inside me, his hands clamping down painfully on my tits. He shot off inside me like a fountain, one incredibly long torrent of seed launching inside me. Behind me, Frank grunted one last time and he nutted, his cock buried to the hilt inside my ass.

  All three of us lay there, panting for breath and enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies. Now this was a gym I could commit to!

  Hunting For A Mate

  by

  Becca Fanning

  “Got any more gum?” I leaned in to whisper to Malcolm, my little brother. He always came prepared, no matter the occasion. Parties, graduations, weddings and, yes, even funerals. He was quirky, but if you needed allergy medicine, ibuprofen or gum, he had your back.

  “You know it,” he whispered back, reaching into a pocket and handing me a piece. He glanced around, making sure our little exchange wasn’t ruining the somber mood in the church. Great Aunt Liselle wouldn’t have approved, if she were still among the living.

  I looked at the big, gorgeous picture they had next to her coffin. Elegantly composed, she sat in a chair, looking out over the sunny veranda on her estate. The photo had the dimness that comes over time, probably thirty years worth.

  Liselle had been a strong woman, bred from a different stock altogether. Her generation had survived the great depression, fought in WWII and put a man on the moon. My generation’s biggest accomplishment was an app that made fucking strangers more convenient.

  I sighed, forgetting where I was. My mother, sitting further down the pew, leaned forward to shoot me a nasty look. I mouthed to her that I was sorry, and she turned back towards the pulpit as the priest wrapped up his sermon.

  I didn’t know a lot about Liselle, actually. We weren’t close. We weren’t at odds or anything: she lived an old lady’s life in another part of the country. She’d been one of those family members that you’d catch little glimpses of by eavesdropping on others. Never anything substantive, though. Just little appetizers of who she was.

  —

  “And to my Great Grand Niece, Clarissa…” the lawyer said.

  I snapped my head forward. “What?” I blurted out. What was going on? I definitely hadn’t expected to hear my name. I was here at the reading of the will as a formality.

  The dozen other family members in the room turned towards me.

  The lawyer looked down his nose at me, peering over his gold rimmed glasses. “The eagerness of youth,” he said, drawing chuckles from the other octogenarians in the room. “As I was saying…where was I?” He held the document out at different arm lengths until he could read it again. “Ahh, yes. To my great grand niece, Clarissa, I leave article four.”