My two mates withdrew their teeth from the tender flesh below my neck and licked closed my broken skin. Then they roared with me. We three raged and shouted out the bliss of our shared climax together. We were now a bear triad – fated mates bound together by an eternal bond of love.
Epilogue: Carl
‘Where’s the lube?’ Alpha asked the question inside my mind for the second time.
‘It’s in the top right bathroom drawer,” I answered him as simply and quickly as I could, not wanting to be distracted from my rutting inside of our pregnant wife’s perfect pussy.
Finally fed up with searching for the tiny tube of lubricant on his own, Alpha ripped the entire drawer from the bathroom vanity and carried it into the bedroom for Gina and me to inspect. The back wall of the cabinet crashed to the ground as he ripped the drawer from its housing.
“What the hell are you doing?” Gina pushed aside her soft moans of pleasure and released a low growl in Alpha’s direction. “Please stop tearing up our home. You’re going to wake the cubs with all that noise.”
“But, I can’t find the lube. I need lube if I’m going to pleasure you properly, my queen,” Alpha said, still pawing through the contents of the splintered open drawer.
“There’s a new tube of lubricant in the top of the nightstand next to the bed,” Gina whispered, instantly solving the problem. “Now get into bed with us my big burly protector. You’ve got some pleasuring to do.”
Alpha grinned widely while quietly lowering the broken drawer to the floor and then collecting the tube of lubricant from the nightstand. Gina lowered her head, bowing as well as she could in her current pregnant state. I kept my cock nestled deep inside the warm comfort of her pussy as she pushed her ass back toward Alpha, presenting it to him as an offering of love.
I watched the top of her gorgeous ass part as Alpha squeezed a generous amount of lube between her cheeks and then rubbed an equal amount on the long thick shaft of his cock.
“Ready for pleasure?”
** Gina **
“Um, hum,” I moaned as Alpha pressed the thick tip of his erection against my tight puckered hole.
I grunted as I pressed back onto my mate’s cock, easing his entrance inside me. My pushing against him helped his thick member break through my tight seal. With a thrust that at first stretched my tender flesh and burned my insides, my Alpha penetrated me. Then as he slid deeper inside pleasure blossomed all along the inside of my snug channel.
Alpha’s hard cock slid into my asshole, and his firm fingers rubbed circles over my sensitive clit while Carl pumped forcefully into my pussy. The sensation of being stretched and stuffed so fully by my two fated mates was pure bliss. The bond between us was as intense and passionate as the first day we mated.
“Yes, yes, my loves, go deeper,” I tried to be as quiet as I could while riding the high of being pleasured with so much thick cock. In and out, my two fierce lovers worked up a rhythm as they thrust into me.
Soon I felt a low hum build in my chest. Rough hands gripped my hips and tugged at my flesh as callused fingers delved into sensitive ridges below my clit. A raw growl rumbled in my throat, and I tried to suppress it, but there was no use. Within moments, all three of us were shouting out a great communal roar as our bodies climaxed together. Hot sprays of my mates’ virile seed coated my already pregnant womb and my well-pleasured backdoor. I wiggled between the two hot muscular bodies as the excess seed dripped down and coated my still quivering thighs.
“Do you hear it?” Alpha questioned, and Carl nodded.
“Hear what?” I asked, only the mid-afternoon quiet filling my ears.
“It’s the sweet sound of silence. Our roaring didn’t wake our baby girls.” He declared with a hint of smug satisfaction in his voice.
“You’re right. Our cubs are still sleeping,” I giggled as I whispered the words into the hand I had cupped over my mouth.
“Looks like we’ve got some free time on our hands,” Carl growled, nodding toward the empty plate sitting on the nightstand covered with chocolate chip cookie crumbs.
“Okay, my hungry bears,” I stifled my knowing laugh. “Let’s get you both into the kitchen. I know you’re both hungry for some of my famous milk and cookies.”
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Taboo 2
Taboo: MILF/FirstTimeYoungerMan
Chapter 1
I first met Mrs. Smith in person outside my apartment on the chilly fall morning.
“Hi, Rick, looking good in those sweatpants.”
“Hi, Mrs. Smith, looking hot in that track suit.”
She had flirted with me several times before while looking out the window of her sixth-story apartment, but never in person. I had never seen her or her fabulous body so close up before.
“Yeah, you look incredible this morning, ma’am.”
I wasn’t just flirting with her or making idle chit chat. Well, I was flirting with her because she was smoking hot. But, I kept chatting with her because I didn’t want her to leave. I wanted to keep enjoying my up close view of her magnificent body.
Mrs. Smith looked amazingly sexy in her red and black track suit this morning.
Her long brown hair twisted and curled down her back until it touched the top of her curvy luscious apple shaped ass. And the wide curves of her hips hypnotized me as she shifted her weight back and forth while she flirted with me.
Her huge luscious melon sized breasts that overflowed over the top of her t-shirt made my mouth water. I wanted to yank down that flimsy shirt and bury my face in those huge luscious boobs of hers.
Mrs. Smith was obviously showing them off by not bothering to close the jacket of her track suit. She’d clearly intentioned to keep those amazing boobs of hers out on display despite the morning chill. Her hard peaked nipples darted out of the thin material of her t-shirt and pointed at me like twin spears as she walked closer to me.
Part of me worried that she’d impale me with them if she got to close. Part of me wished she would. Oh, to touch and be touched by those massive boobs of hers. That would be pure ecstasy.
I wonder, was my MILF neighbor displaying her incredible rack for just for me or was it on display for every young stud that crossed her path?
When I first moved into the apartment building, my across the hall door neighbor James told me that Mrs. Smith was a cougar. He said that she was always on the prowl to meet hot young studs. I’d love to be the stud that she “meats” next.
And why shouldn’t I be? She’s already flirting with me, already showing an interest in my body. I can see by the way her eyes are fixated on my bulge right now. And oh yes, I have quite the bulge for her. My cock is growing harder and thicker the longer she stands here talking to me.
I’m no body builder or rock star, but I’m handsome enough. The young girls at college, and at the gym all flirt with me. But those girls are just a dime a dozen cute. Their schoolgirl glances can’t even hope to complete with the seductive, womanly gaze of Mrs. Smith.
The longer I stand beside her, the more I’m convinced that Mrs. Smith is the only woman capable of rocking my cock and my world. I must find a way to get my hands on her magnificent MILF body.
What’s she saying now? Oh, she’s talking about possibly seeing me later at the monthly apartment complex meet and greet tonight. I can make that happen. I don’t usually attend these community-building parties because, frankly they’re boring. But I’ll be sure to attend tonight if she’s going to be there. Maybe I can make something happen between us at the party.
I can definitely make something happen between the two of us at the party. Okay. I’m devising my plan to bed her now.
I will hook up with her at the apartment party tonight. I will get myself some of that amazing MILF titty and ass. I will bury my face between those two silky boobs, and I will bury my cock inside that luxurious well-used pussy of hers. Mrs. Smith’s incredible MILF body will be all mine tonight.
Chapter 2
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�Hey, boys,” Mrs. Smith waved at my neighbor James and I as she walked across the room towards us.
“Hey, Mrs. Smith,” both James and I answered as we waved back.
“Back off, she’s mine,” I growled under my breath while nudging James in the ribs with my elbow.
James muttered something about agreeing to back off, but I wasn’t listening to him. All of my senses focused on Mrs. Smith. She was still waving to us as she walked closer. Her upper arm repeatedly slammed up against her massive boobs as she continued to wave. All of her jiggling and shaking against the skin tight material of her scarlet dress made my cock throb.
Boom, Boom, Ba-Boom. She sped up her pace as she walked toward us. And the way she skipped along in her black six-inch stripper heels made her huge tits bounce up and down. I want her now. My cock all but screamed as she strode across the room.
“I’m glad you could make it to the party, Rick.”
The silken tones of her voice caressed my ears as she reached up and caressed my upper arm with her hand. I leaned forward slightly and inhaled her rich musky floral perfume. Her scent filled my lungs and fueled my arousal.
Once again, James was muttering something. But, I ignored him as I felt Mrs. Smith’s hand slip down my arm. Before I knew it, she had entwined her fingers with mine and her nails were digging into my hand. With my hand clasped in hers, she pulled me roughly away from James and towards the elevators.
“Excuse us James, but Rick and I have to – well, we just have to go. See you later, stud.”
I glanced back to see James wearing a fire engine red blush of embarrassment on his face. It looked like he desperately wanted Mrs. Smith too. But he would have to wait his turn to have her.
Tonight was my night. Tonight, no other man in the world wanted her as badly as I did. And by the way she was now stroking the inside of my palm with the tips of her fingers, I knew that Mrs. Smith wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
“What do you crave in bed?” She said indiscreetly as she pulled me along with her towards the elevators.
“Ah, hem, everything.” I managed to croak out as the door to the apartment lobby opened, and a gust of wind blew her long, brown rose scented hair into my face. The silky softness of her long curls swept across my face and then dipped inside the top of my shirt, tickling my chest hairs before it fell back down against her back.
With the lobby door held open again by a trio of partygoers, another gust of wind blew in and sent Mrs. Smith’s hair swirling up like a tornado, whipping it against my chest and sensitive nipples as the ends twirled mid-air. I breathed in her intoxicating scent again as her whirlwind of hair first enveloped my face and then my chest.
My hard nipples enjoyed their lashing with her hair as much as my hard cock enjoyed the sensation of Mrs. Smith’s hands gliding over the crotch of my slacks as we stepped into the empty elevator together. She slid the palms of her hands up and down the front of my slacks, willing my cock to grow harder, longer and more erect.
“That’s it, big boy, grow nice and hard for mama,” She bent down and cooed over my cock.
“What floor are you on handsome?” She asked as she stood up, gazing into my eyes and allowing her hands to side away from my cock and up my stomach and chest during her slow rise.
“I’m on the twelfth floor,” I mouthed and then swallowed before taking a deep breath, turning to my side and pushing the number twelve button on the elevator wall.
The elevator lurched upward, and Mrs. Smith playfully lost her balance, throwing her large pillowy soft boobs against my chest and smashing her lips up against mine.
Firm and slippery, her tongue pushed between my lips and inside my mouth. Our tongues battled inside my mouth. Hers on top and mine thrust to the bottom then mine on top, and hers pushed down hard. I darted my tongue inside the warm wet walls of her mouth and explored the slick smoothness of her opening.
God, her mouth feels good, and tastes good too. I can’t wait to feel and taste the rest of her.
Chapter 3
“Is this your first time, champ?” The question burst from her lips, seemingly out of nowhere as we stood in the empty hallway in front of my apartment and my hands clumsily fumbled, trying to push my key inside the door’s lock.
Key in the lock, wrist twisted, door open. Success. I grabbed Mrs. Smith’s hand, pulled her inside my apartment and slammed the door closed behind us. Not wanting to answer her question, I dipped her body back, leaned in and crushed her lips with mine.
Her mouth smiled against my lips and then her throat groaned as our tongues waged battle again. Our lips slid swiftly together and apart, and our tongues darted inside and then receded from one another’s mouths.
Eager to strip her naked, my fingers gripped and bunched up the fabric of her dress, rapidly lifting the smooth material up her body. Mrs. Smith parted our kiss and broke our embrace by placing her two palms on my chest and pushing me back forcefully.
“Easy tiger, I’ll be naked soon enough,” She said with a chuckle and delicately wiped the edge of her lips with her index finger.
My only response was a pant as I clumsily unbuttoned my shirt and threw it to the ground, baring my naked chest for her viewing pleasure.
“You didn’t answer my question,” She smiled slyly.
“Does the answer matter?” I responded to her question with one of my own. I tried to avoid answering her, but I could see in her eyes that she was a persistent woman and that she would insist I give her an accurate answer.
“Your answer matters to me.” She cooed.
Mrs. Smith stood in front of me, seductively wiggling her body as she slowly started inching her red dress up her legs. Skillfully she exposed her thick milky thighs; then she lifted her dress higher exposing the red and white frilly lace of her panties.
I reached down and unfastened by belt buckle as I watched her bare her belly for me and then lift her dress up and over the full round globes of her breasts and finally up and over her head. She was now standing in front of me in just her bra, panties and heels, the picture of curvy perfection.
I kicked off my shoes, dropped my pants down to my feet and stepped out of them as quickly as I could. I stripped down to only my boxer briefs, still unable to answer her question, completely silenced by both her beauty and my own inexperience.
“It’s okay if it’s your first time. You don’t have to be shy. I love being a young man’s first.” She walked towards me and slid her index finger across my lower lip.
“So tell me, Rick, will I be your first?”
Her eyes peered into mine as she asked her question and then seductively licked her lips while allowing her hands to fall to my bulge. She gently cupped my balls through my boxer briefs in one hand and stroked the outline of my cock with the other while she waited for my answer.
I didn’t want to admit the truth to myself, let alone admit to the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen that I was still a virgin. A nineteen-year-old virgin.
Sure, I’d had plenty of opportunities to lose my virginity over the years. As many as any other guy, I’d imagine. But I didn’t want to make love to any of those schoolgirls.
I wanted to make love for the first time, to a woman. I wanted to wait to experience the touch and beauty of a skilled seductress. I was waiting for someone as sexy and gorgeous as Mrs. Smith. I knew that she wouldn’t allow me to delay answering her question any longer, so I broke down and told her the truth.
“I’ve kissed plenty of girls on their mouths,” I boasted. “But, I’ve never kissed any woman down below, and I’ve never made love to a woman before.” I said my words hesitantly and then took a deep breath. “I’m a virgin. So, yes, Mrs. Smith, you’ll be my first. This is my first time.” I finally admitted the truth and blew out a long puff of air as I waited for her response.
“You’ve told me exactly what I wanted to hear, Richard,” Mrs. Smith said as she released my cock and balls, extended her open palm towards mine, wiggled her fingers and dare
d me to take her hand.
“Your bedroom is down that hallway, isn’t it handsome?”
“Yes, ma’am, it is.”
“If you take my hand and lead me down that hallway, in a few minutes you won’t be a virgin anymore. Are you ready for mama to punch your v-card, Rick?”
I swallowed hard, clasped Mrs. Smith’s fingers in my hand and led her down the short hallway towards my bedroom.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m ready for you to be my first.”
Chapter 4
I held Mrs. Smith's hand tightly and led her into the bedroom of my sparsely decorated apartment. Thank god, I’d cleaned up my room in anticipation of losing my virginity tonight. I’d die of embarrassment if Mrs. Smith saw the messy college kid state that my room was usually in.
My room is usually a disaster area, with my gaming equipment strewn about every surface in my space and empty fast food wrappers thrown all over the floor. Today I made sure my room was clean and neat, in preparation for the arrival of the naughty Mrs. Smith.
She must have approved of the setting for our lovemaking because as soon as we entered the room, she closed the door behind us, and ordered me to strip. Eagerly I complied with her order and stood up against the edge of my bed. I slid my boxer briefs to the ground and quickly stepped out of them. In mere moments, I was standing in front of her completely naked.
She walked over to me, allowing the tips of her fingers to brush against the bare side of my hip as she turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed beside me. After she had sat down, she asked me to help her remove her heels.
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