ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories)

by Hawke, Jessa

  He fucks me slowly, in this position, his erection pressing deep into me, and then he withdraws, only a little, before thrusting back in again. Groin pressing against groin. His pubic hair roughly scratching at my clitoris and increasing the pleasure of our copulation. I’m so engrossed in our fucking, that I’ve completely forgotten about Luke, and it isn't until I feel the bed dip at the side of my head, that I remember him. Looking to my left, I can see he is knelt at the side of my face, his stiff cock throbbing and pulsating only inches from my lips. I turn towards it in anticipation, and ready myself to suck it into my mouth, but what happens next completely shocks me. Nyle dips his head down, and in one swift move completely sucks Luke’s erection between his lips, pushing all the way down his shaft until his nose is buried in his pubic hair.

  I am stunned, but unbelievably aroused. That is some technique from Nyle, to be able to deep throat like that, it is something I’ve never mastered. Perhaps I’ll have to ask him to teach me, I think wickedly, as I imagine Nyle showing me how to suck my boyfriend’s cock, his head is bobbing up and down, on my Luke’s shaft, and I watch on in admiration and lust. His lips and cock, seemingly linked in time, as he thrusts into me and sinks his mouth down onto Luke’s erection, simultaneously. I hear Luke moan quietly at his friends oral treatment, as he thrusts his hips back and forth, fucking Nyle’s mouth.

  This scene is amazing, and is made even more so, when Nyle withdraws his lips and releases Luke’s rod from his sucking mouth, letting it drop down onto my lips still wet with nyle’s saliva. I instantly open my mouth and devour it between my lips, suckling on the end as if it were a fat teat.

  Now Nyle is no longer distracted by Luke’s cock, he starts to fuck me with a steady determine pace. Slowly withdrawing from me, pulling almost all the way out, before hammering back down his erection like a piston, as it thrusts into me, and I willingly accept it. I squeeze the muscles in my pussy to increase the friction on his shaft, and increasing the pleasure for us both. I can feel each inch of his gorgeous stiffness, as it slips through my wetness, until just the tip is poking at my entrance. I quiver in anticipation as he leaves it there, lightly brushing my labia, teasing me with it. I cannot bear it as I pull my lips from Luke’s stiffness, and beg him to fuck me. Forever the gentlemen, he obliges, thrusting back deep inside of me, until I’m completely speared by his stiffness. Our groins mash together. He repeats this process, withdrawing slowly before pushing back, until he is fully embedded inside of me and picking up a steady rhythm, as his erection slides in and out of my wetness.

  Luke’s places his cock against my lips and starts to rub the full length of the shaft across them, his balls slapping against my cheek. I can feel the pulsating of the veins as the blood pumps through his shaft, making it fat and stiff, as it slips along the wetness of my lips, made even more slick from the little salty pre-cum, that is leaking from the slit in the tip. I lash at it with my tongue, as he furiously rubs it across my mouth.

  Nyle dips his head down, laying his lips on the top of my boyfriend’s shaft and pressing down until our lips almost meet, with my Luke’s cock separating us. We both lick at his hot flesh as it slides across our mouths, together we worship his cock. This elicits a low moan from Luke as he thrusts his hips faster slipping his throbbing member across our lips.

  We all three pick up a rhythm now, Nyle thrusting deep inside of me while we both orally pleasure Luke. Kyle’s cock is so deep inside me that it hurts a little, but I’m not complaining, I love the pain as it just increases the passion, as his cock is so deep inside of me that it feels like it will split me in two.

  The room is filled with the sounds of sex, wetness and flesh striking flesh, and the groans of passion from three people, who are completely absorbed in these sexual acts.

  I can feel the pressure building deep inside, it’s sending little electric pulses coursing through my body, and I know that my orgasm is rapidly approaching. It might only be a matter of seconds before it explodes. As if he could read my mind, Nyle increases his pounding, his erection slides in and out of me like a steam piston, he suddenly cries out a loud groan, from deep inside his chest, and he releases his cum inside my body. His throbbing erection, already stretching my pussy to its limits, swells even thicker, triggering my own orgasm as it thunders through my body, causing me to convulse in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure sweeps over me. As if away in the distance, I can hear Luke crying out, and I suddenly feel his cum, hot and scalding, splashing onto my face, only to be instantly lapped up by Nyle until my face is clear of the sticky mess.

  All three of us are completely satiated, and collapse onto the bed. Me in the middle, sandwiched between two hunks of masculinity. I cannot believe how things have worked out, and how these two guys have introduced me to a new and completely different sexual experience. I’m not sure what happens from hereon, but I feel pretty certain that my life is never going to be the same again.

  We stay in the hotel for the evening and get to know each other more intimately, if that’s possible. I know there’s not much left that I don’t know about my Luke, but you could say that we rediscover each other again.

  We fall asleep like that, entwined in each others arms.

  Chapter 9 The Morning After

  When I first awake it takes me a moment to realise where I am, but when I see Nyle, peaceful and relaxed with his face next to mine, all the memories from the night before come flooding back. It really happened and it wasn't a dream, I had been sexually satisfied by two handsome dudes, and I’m the happiest woman in the world.

  I feel a hand on my ass cheek and look over my shoulder to see Luke, with a huge grin on his face.

  “Morning baby,” he says. “You recovered from last night’s adventures yet?”

  “Hmm, what a night, Luke. Thank you, thank you so very much,” I turn over and hug him, “this is just what we needed, to spice up our relationship.”

  I can feel his erection pressing against my leg as we hold each other, and I can’t help myself but to let my hand wander down, wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing hard. It’s so stiff and unbending, like a rod of iron. I patter my fingertips along its length, until I reach the smooth mushroom head, it’s already leaking a little pre-cum and I rub my fingertips in it, smearing it over the tip.

  “Hello big boy,” I whisper in his ear. “What’s a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?”

  “Looking for a nasty girl like you to fuck,’ he says, laughing, before forcing me over onto my back as he quickly climbs on top of me and slipping between my legs. His erection presses against my mons, which is already moist from our fondling.

  I quickly look over to my side at Nyle, and see his eyes still closed, his breathing rhythmic, I can’t believe he’s still asleep, but I’m a little relieved. As much as I loved last night, I’m not sure I can handle them both this morning.

  Though, my arousal levels are increasing rapidly, I never was one for early morning sex, but with last night’s session is still firmly in my mind. I’m about to be fucked, while another man is fast asleep at my side, this gives me a wonderful thrill. A thrill that increases tenfold as Luke slowly slips his stiff cock into my wet and welcoming pussy, until he is fully embedded deep inside of me. His cock seems so much thicker than usual, and it stretches me to my limit. He’s fully inside of me now, the end of his cock pressing against that wonderful spot deep that always drives me crazy with pleasure, and I grind my hips up and down, greedily pressing against it. He stays like that, his thick cock buried inside of me, as we both take a moment to luxuriate in the pleasure that our coupling gives us. I look up at him and see his face has a blissful and satisfied smile, and it makes me feel really good, knowing I’m giving him so much pleasure. A pleasure that I share, being filled to my limit and pressed beneath this hunky and muscular man.

  Luke starts to slowly pull out, almost all the way, and I squeeze the muscles inside of me, gripping his erection. I quiver inside in anticipation, as he lea
ves just the tip inside, and then rams hard and fast into me. Once again, I’m pinned down by his beautiful cock. He continues like this, slowly withdrawing, before hammering back into me. I stretch my legs as wide as I can, to accommodate him. I’m enjoying myself so much that I completely forgot that we had someone else in bed with us. My eyes had been clamped shut whilst I enjoyed my boyfriends fucking, but a sudden movement on the bed brings Nyle back to my attention. I open my eyes to see him kneeling, just behind Luke, his face is strained and lustful and from the way he’s moving his body, it’s clear that he’s penetrating Luke’s ass. These things are still coming as a shock to me, seeing these two guys, one I’ve known for years, having sex with each other. But, what does it matter, it makes Luke happy? It doesn’t bother me at all, in fact, it just bumps up my arousal levels to a new height, as I think of Luke fucking me, and Nyle fucking him.

  It’s a little difficult at first, but we soon all manage to get into a mutual rhythm with each other. As Nyle pushes inside of Luke, this causes him to press deep and hard into me, making me feel like he’s splitting me in two. It hurts, but I love it, the pain only increases the pleasure that my body is feeling, elevating my levels of lust and passion. I’m finding out so much about myself that I never knew, pain is something that never interested me before, but in my lust filled state, it is a huge turn on.

  If anyone walks into the room now, they would witness quite a debauched scene, me pressed underneath two men, as we all fuck together in our strange coupling. Yet, this will save my relationship with Luke, so how can that ever be considered a bad thing.

  Already my orgasm is building up inside of me and I’m almost at the point of no return, Luke’s cock is driving me wild as I buck up and down, like a wild animal and my wet pussy slips easily up and down his length. I shout and scream obscenities, like a woman possessed and not caring if the guests in other rooms can hear me, I just needed my release. Luke and Nyle are also grunting out noises of lust, and it seems obvious that they are close too. There’s a sudden swelling in my pussy as Luke shoots his seed into me and pushes me over the edge as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure floods through my body. I convulse and writhe beneath him. I can hear Nyle cry out in his own passion as he cums deep into Luke’s ass. The violence of his thrusting into Luke, presses my Luke deeper inside of me, and I’m pinned down by both men, as their orgasms explodes through their bodies.

  We all three lie like that, me pinned between them both, breathing heavily against Luke’s chest, crushed by their weight, but too exhausted to move. Eventually, they both climb off me and lay either side, each one draping their arms over my body as I lie there, feeling satisfied and content, safe in the arms of my two lovers.

  We lie there like that for a while, no one feeling the need to talk. The last twelve hours have been pretty intense for all of us, and now we’re happy to just relax in each others company.

  Nyle broke the silence, sitting up suddenly and declaring that he’s hungry.

  “Anyone for breakfast?” he asks, while picking up the phone and dialing room service.

  Chapter 9 Where Will it all End?

  I went about my working week with a smile on my face, feeling much happier with life. It’s not that we’ve started having sex every night, no, we’ve been together too long for that. Luke has just shown me that he loves me deeply, by sharing his personal self with me. Showing me that our time together, isn’t over. He’s just made our relationship stronger and I feel so much more happier and satisfied now.

  Luke and I play like a normal couple throughout the week. We go to work and we act respectable, paying our bills just like any other couple in the whole of America. Then at the weekend it all changes, with our little tryst that includes our handsome next door neighbor. Luke has thought up some imaginative scenarios for our get together, and rarely is one weekend like another.

  This weekend is a little different though as we’re having a small party, with many of the guests being Luke’s friends. I’m having a great time, although I’m not sure what the occasion is, but Luke seems really happy tonight. I try to press him on it, but he just smiles at me, telling me to, “wait and see.” I watch him as he mingles amongst his friends, many of whom have brought their own girlfriends along. Maybe their relationships are like mine and Luke’s, but I daren’t ask them outright. I can’t help but look at some of the men with lustful thoughts in my head.

  There are a few of my old friends here too. Though not many, as I’ve lost contact with most of them, but I still have a few that I see occasionally, and they had been invited to Luke’s little gathering. I’m chatting with one of them, laughing and having a real good time, when the music suddenly stops dead. It’s one of those moments whereby, if you’re speaking loudly, then everyone in the room would be able to hear what you’re saying. Thankfully, it wasn’t me.

  It’s Luke’s voice I hear over everyone else’s, as he’s tapping the side of his glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention. It works, as we all look in his direction, I wonder what he’s up to?

  “I want to thank all my good friends for coming tonight, this very special night, and I want to thank my girlfriend, Helena, for putting up with me all these years.” He motions for me to come over to him and gives me a big hug. “Helena, my beautiful and loving girlfriend, the time has come when I have to get down on my bended knees and ask you, please be my wife and marry me?”

  My hands go to my mouth in shock. This is so unexpected, we had never discussed marriage in all the years together. I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks, messing up my make-up again. At least they’re tears of joy, and not sadness.

  “Well?” Luke asks me, “Do you have an answer?”

  “Oh, yes I do, Luke,” I say, swinging my body close to his and putting my arms around his neck again. “I would love to be your wife. Yes, yes, yes, I will marry you, my wonderful, wonderful man.”

  The whole room erupts in applause as Luke bends his head and kisses me lovingly.

  THE END

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  Lady of Scandal

  Chapter 1

  Bridget sat in peace and quiet in one of the drawing rooms, sewing at her tapestry, one of many. She constantly started new projects, but they quickly became boring. Life had become tediously mundane since her marriage to Mathias. She respected Mathias, he was a wonderful man, but their age difference meant that their interests were incompatible. It was obvious that he had married only because he wanted an heir, but in the three years of being together she had not conceived a child yet.

  With a big sigh, she put down her sewing needle and sat back in the chair, to rest her back. Sitting up straight could be such a pain sometimes. Closing her eyes, she wished they could go abroad, or even just visit someone, anything that would get her out of this large, empty house. Of course, the house was beautiful, but all those large portraits of Mathias’s descendants, looming down at her every time she climbed the stairway, could be quite disturbing.

  She had wanted to get involved in the running of the land, go out and meet the tenants, but Mathias would not hear of it. He said it was simply not acceptable for a respectable woman to be seen doing such tasks, speaking to men, especially from that social class, without a chaperone it was unheard of. Bridget had believed that getting to know all the tenants was a good idea, but there was nothing modern in her husband’s thinking. Mathias was such a stickler for traditions, and set in his ways. She knew this when she married him, after a brief courtship, but pressure from her mother, who worried she would end up a spinster, had left her feeling she had little choice. Mathias was a good catch there was no denying that, he was rich, very rich in fact, and would provide her with a very comfortable life. Though it was not comfort she required, but excitement and passion.

  So many times she had turned down proposals of marriage, one even to a man of the cloth. Foolishly she believed that she would marry for love, not for wealth or to increase her social status. She dreamed it would be a young handsome
officer, dashing and romantic but it was not to be. When the local Lord Hexley had asked for her hand in marriage, she felt she had no choice. It was an honor for her family.

  Not all of Mathias’s relatives were content with her, but that had never bothered Bridget, let them gossip, they would soon get used to her presence and accept her, eventually. At least marrying an older man meant there were no parents to contend with, just two sisters, one of whom she adored, the other she hated. Mathias was the oldest of them, the youngest was the sister she got along with very well, but the older one was also so set in her ways that she could not ever imagine them liking each other. Unfortunately, Olivia, the friendly one, lived in Bath, many miles away from Derby, whereas Gertrude lived close by on a neighboring estate.

  Bridget rose from her chair and pulled the cord to ring the bell and summon the butler, she wanted to order her refreshment for luncheon, though she would be eating alone. She would sit out in the sun, in the beautiful garden. Mathias should be home for dinner, he had gone to visit his sister and Bridget had made excuses of a headache. All the more reason to sit out in the sun. Mason, the butler, arrived and she explained that the maid should serve her luncheon on the patio. He bowed and left. Though the house was full of servants, she still felt alone. Servants were not for socializing with, or having fun, the only person she could rely on for fun was Olivia Fitzwilliam, Mathias’s youngest sister, but it would be weeks before she saw her again.