by Sable Sylvan
“We?” asked Goldie as the gears in her head turned. “You mean...you’re going to do me in front of them?”
“In front of them, with them, same difference, right?” asked Cliff as he pushed the bed to the center with little effort. It was as if he was putting a book away in a shelf: even in his human form he had the strength of a bear.
“Wait, wait, wait...what?” asked Goldie incredulously. “You guys can barely get along, and you’re all going to have me at the same time? When you said sharing, I thought you’d take nightly turns...I wouldn’t have thought that it’d be like this.”
“Well, we’ll have you together,” said Brian, taking Goldie’s hand in his and drawing her closer towards the bed. “We were all friends back before senior year, before the mate marks appeared and made everything complicated...I’m sure we can all become fast friends again.”
“And friends that play together, stay together,” teased Glen, taking Goldie from behind and pulling her hair aside to expose her soft, rounded shoulders before kissing her playfully on the nape of her neck.
A shudder ran down Goldie’s spine as Glen’s hot breathe warmed her skin. Goldie felt something else as well: either Glen was a secret plumber, or he didn’t have a pipe in his pants, just something that was just as long and hard. Glen traveled down her back, blowing warm air along her spine as Brian pulled Goldie’s robe sash, letting her white terry robe drape around her body like a picture frame. “But that’s so embarrassing,” said Goldie, feeling exposed in the white robe which technically didn’t count as clothes and which was leaving her exposed to the men.
“What’s embarrassing about it?” asked Brian, moving his hands to her waist and kissing her from her upper thighs up to her belly button and her sternum. “You’re a beautiful woman... and we’ve all seen you naked. Plus, I’ve been dying to give you one of my famous massages...bet you’ve never had a world-class massage while having an orgasm before. Tell me I’m wrong.”
The polar bear shifter watched Glen and Brian smatter Goldie with kisses and clenched his fist, his already pale knuckles turning bone white. He’d thought he could do this, but he could no longer ignore the roars of the possessive bear within. “I’ll be right back,” said Cliff. “Don’t wait up.”
“Are you sure?” asked Brian, turning to face Cliff. He could still read Cliff’s face after all these years and he could see the bear in Cliff was getting ready to brawl.
“I’m fine,” lied Cliff, who left the room. “Just gotta use the bathroom. Don’t wait up, really, I’ll be...I’ll be right back.”
“Should I go after him?” asked Goldie, biting her lower lip out of worry.
“No,” said Brian, pulling her closer, turning her face around, and giving her a deep, warm kiss that melted away all her worries. “I think he needs some space, honestly. I think not starting would be the wrong thing to do.”
“So how are we going to...do this?” asked Goldie, turning back to the two guys.
“You don’t have to do anything,” said Brian. “Just...relax.” He led Goldie to the bed and sat her down and started rubbing her thighs, but soon, his hands were joined by another’s hands: Glen’s. Glen rubbed Goldie’s thighs as Brian rubbed Goldie’s shoulders, propping her back up with his calves while Glen used his hands to massage Goldie’s thighs.
Glen’s hands wandered up and into Goldie’s wetness. Goldie bit her lower lip as she anticipated Glen’s fingers entering her, but instead, he pressed his lips to her wetness and licked around her entrance, writing the Declaration of Independence in cursive on her slit with his tongue.
“Oh, jeez, Glen,” moaned Goldie. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“What, I don’t seem like the kind of guy to eat out a girl?” asked Glen. “Or you didn’t expect me to be so good at what I do?”
“Both those things are a given,” said Goldie. “After all, I saw you go full bear on those panties...but I’d never have expected to be part of a threesome with you and Brian.”
“And Cliff,” said Brian, who instantly wished he hadn’t mentioned the last
“Cliff...where’s Cliff?” asked Goldie. “His bathroom break is taking a long time.”
“He said he’d be right back,” said Glen.
“Give me a second,” said Brian, getting up from the bed and leaving Glen and Goldie alone. Glen pulled Goldie close using his hands to pull her thighs close so they were enveloping his face, but Goldie wasn’t able to relax not knowing where Cliff had gone and why.
“Glen...are you sure you guys can share me?” asked Goldie.
Glen pulled his face away from Goldie’s delicious honey pot. He could already tell that she was anxious and that sex wasn’t the cure to what ailed her. “The honest answer is that it’s going to be hard,” said Glen, pulling himself up next to Goldie. “But you never came to me asking for bullshit answers.”
“Why did Cliff leave?” asked Goldie. “Doesn’t he want me?”
“Of course he does,” said Glen, holding Goldilocks’ hand in his. “But maybe...maybe he wants you too much, and wants you all to himself.”
“He was the one that suggested this arrangement to begin with,” said Goldie, nuzzling into Glen’s chest.
“Well, you know how Cliff can be...all theory, no practice,” said Glen. “What I mean to say is, what might sound good to Cliff in his head ends up being a bad idea in real life.”
The door opened. “Well, speak of the devil,” said Glen. Goldie looked up: Brian and Cliff walked in, Brian’s arms full of pillows and Cliff’s arms full of towels.
“Thought we could use some extra supplies, you know, for cleanup,” said Cliff. “Brian helped me find the towels, and he came up with the idea for the extra pillows.”
Brian shot Cliff a glance and their eyes locked: Brian’s bear told him to rat out Cliff, to tell Goldie that Cliff had been insecure and almost backed out because he hadn’t been able to bear seeing Goldie with other men, but Brian kept the bear at bay, because he’d had the exact same thoughts and worries as Cliff...he’d just been better about dealing with them so far, and if he wanted to repair their friendship, it meant preserving Cliff’s dignity. There were things that were better left unsaid. “Yeah,” said Brian with a smile. “But I have to say, Goldie, I’m disappointed you and Glen didn’t get started yet.”
“It’s not a party without all four of us,” said Glen with a smirk, arranging the pillows on the bed while Brian and Cliff felt up Goldie.
Brian’s cock stiffened in mere minutes, and he pressed it against Goldie’s slit. Goldie rocked forward instinctively, pushing the tip of Brian’s member into her body as Glen rubbed her shoulders.
“What should I do?” asked Cliff.
“She’s got a mouth, doesn’t she?” said Glen.
The thought of getting a blowjob from Goldie was enough to get Cliff semi-hard, and although the bear inside him was telling him to run again, he ignored the bear. Cliff stroked his cock while watching Goldie get fucked slowly by Glen, her shoulders rubbed by Brian.
Brian ran his finger over Goldie’s lips. “You want a cock in there, don’t you?” he whispered into her ear.
If anyone had told Goldie the night before that she and her three estranged best friends from high school would have a ménage a quatre and that one of them would want her to suck another’s dick, she would’ve called them crazy. “Y-yes,” admitted Goldie, blushing. She already felt so wanton with a man in her pussy and one rubbing her shoulders, but Cliff’s member looked absolutely delicious.
“Well, you heard the lady,” said Brian, motioning Cliff over. Glen turned Goldie over so that Goldie was on her knees, and Brian shifted so that one side of the bed was free.
Cliff approached Goldie and held his shaft out for her to lick gently, and with every soft moan, she sucked the head of his shaft, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth with every moan. Cliff pulled out and stroked his cock while watching Glen’s shaft push into Goldie’s perfect pussy, be
fore sitting on the bed, leaning back into the pillows and closing his eyes, letting Goldie pleasure him.
Goldie had never had two men in her at the same time, a third still massaging her body, enjoying her every curve with the tips of his fingers, drawing ley lines over her body. Everything from the way that Glen thrust into her, getting faster as she got wetter, to the way that Brian’s fingers felt on her body to the taste of Cliff’s salty shaft, was intoxicating and driving her closer to climax.
With a groan, Glen released into Goldie, and as he slid out, not missing a beat, Brian got behind Goldie and pressed the head of his cock against her gaping, wet hole, still filled with Glen’s essence. Brian soothed the jealous beast inside of him that was telling him to fight, and with a quick thrust into Goldie, he filled her all at once, from tip to base. Brian pulled out slowly before thrusting back in, holding back the orgasm he’d already felt building while watching Goldie suck Cliff’s massive shaft.
Goldie turned and saw Glen sitting by her instead of Brian: she looked behind her and saw that Brian was inside her. She gave her a sly smile and as he thumped against her, Glen placed his hand on her clit, rubbing back and forth and turning that smile into an open-face moan.
Cliff turned Goldie’s head back towards his shaft and she didn’t need to be told twice: she looked up into Cliff’s sky blue eyes and sucked his shaft, swirling her tongue around one way and then the other, switching directions every time Brian thrust into her. Glen’s hand on her clit was a distraction because it was building an orgasm up inside of her that she almost didn’t want, because it’d end the amazing lovemaking...for the night, at least
“I wanna feel you come,” said Brian, gripping Goldie’s ample hips. Her curves felt right in his large hands, the softest things he’d ever felt on a woman. “Don’t tell me that this dick can only make you come once a night, honey...there’s no way I can only feel you come once a night.”
“Let’s see what I can do,” said Glen with a nod. Glen did the unthinkable and got on his belly and pressed his tongue against Goldie’s clit while Brian angled Goldie’s hips so his balls wouldn’t slap against Glen’s face while Glen pulled the ultimate wingman move: eating out Goldie while Brian fucked her silly.
This was enough to push Goldie over the edge in a few seconds and she moaned out, “Oh, Brian!” as she came around Brian’s shaft, her golden hair whipping back as she arched her back. Glen pulled away so that Brian could fuck her fast and hard but kept a finger on Goldie’s clit, so that with every jiggle, her parts rubbed against his broad, firm knuckles while her G spot was hit by the head of Brian’s shaft.
As soon as Brian felt himself softening, he pulled out, tapping Cliff in so that Cliff could keep on doing Goldie, driving her to a second orgasm, even stronger than her first. Goldie kept coming around Cliff’s shaft but although the sucking motion of her pussy was enough to drive any man over the edge, Cliff forced himself to ignore the wondrous sensation so he could bring Goldie to her third orgasm.
As Cliff thrust into Goldie, he rocked her forward on the bed, hard enough to make it creak, before pulling out and slamming into her again, hard, and flipping her over onto the bed so he could watch her huge breasts jiggle back and forth with every hard thrust.
“Don’t hurt her,” ordered Glen, looking back at Cliff.
“She likes it rough,” said Cliff. “Trust me. I can make her come.”
“Harder,” begged Goldie, running a hand down Glen’s chest with one hand while Brian massaged her shoulders. “Harder, Cliff.” Brian leaned down and kissed Goldie, his lips upside down, and his tongue exploring her from the new angle, while she continued to get sexually massaged by Glen and penetrated by Cliff, whose cock was at its boiling point.
The polar bear shifter fucked Goldie harder and harder, gripping her ample hips and digging his fingers into her curves, as the bed went back and forth, back and forth. “I’m giving you all I’ve got,” said Cliff, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead and down his neck to his chest, making his pecs glossy, even in the dim light of the room with its soft yellow light bulbs. “So I’m gonna need you to do your part...and come for me. No, come for us, Goldie. Come for us.”
Cliff held back the bear, but it was hard given he was also holding his own orgasm at bay, staying hard but trying to make sure he wasn’t too close to the tipping point. It was hard given how sexy Goldie looked, under him, taking his tumescence like a champ, her eyes closed as she moaned and the other men supported her with the many soft pillows in the room, wiping up sweat and juices with the stack of towels. The bed frame creaked as the headboard hit the plaster wall hard enough to leave an indent, the bed propelled forward by Cliff’s strong, fast thrusts.
Brian’s kisses became more intense as he moved to Goldie’s side and held her while exploring her mouth with his tongue, tasting her essence on his tongue, while Glen worked his magic fingers on Goldie’s clit and explored her curves with his strong hands. All attention was on the curvy beauty, and the bear shifters were all eagerly awaiting her climax.
“Oh, oh my God,” said Goldie as she felt something she’d never felt with anyone before. The feelings she’d felt with all the men separately weren’t merely added together, but were amplified, as she felt the most immense combination of physical pleasure and emotional happiness that she had in her life. “Brian...Glen...Cliff...this is amazing, you’re all so amazing.”
“That’s right,” whispered Brian as he kept rubbing her shoulders, watching Cliff ride Goldie past the edge of ecstasy. “Come for us, baby...let’s see you shine.”
As Goldie came around Cliff’s shaft, Brian still rubbing her shoulders, the room was filled with a bright light that cast the entire room in a golden huge, every mote of dust in the room illuminated and turned as gold as Goldilocks’s hair for a few seconds. Cliff couldn’t hold back and he let himself go inside of Goldilocks, spilling his seed into her fertile womb.
“Oh, Glen,” moaned Goldilocks, taking Glen’s hand. “Brian...fuck, keep fucking me, Cliff, oh yeah.” Goldilocks felt the knot that she’d held with her for the past five years, maybe longer, untangle and then unravel entirely. All the tension inside of her left out the tips of her toes and fingers as they curled, the ripple of pleasure emanating from her core and traveling through her body as she arched her back.
All three of the men’s mate’s marks had glowed at the same time as soon as Goldilocks started to climax and the glow was stronger than any that they’d seen before, the marks growing warm from glowing so hard. As the dimly lit room was cast in the soft golden light, the men looked down at Goldie, and as they did, their eyes glowed: Cliff’s eyes, piercing blue, pierced the room, whereas Glen’s brown eyes glowed amber like antique light bulbs. Brian’s green eyes shone emerald green.
It was the most beautiful thing that Goldilocks had ever seen, the perfect end to the most amazing experience she’d ever had. “Wah,” said Goldie as Cliff slid out of her, Goldie still practically glowing from her climax, her face soft and relaxed. “That was....amazing.”
“No, Goldie,” said Glen, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. “You’re amazing.”
“Your mate marks...what does it all mean?” asked Goldie, getting up from the bed. “I didn’t know they could glow like that.” She grabbed a towel to wipe off and everyone else followed suit, as they were covered in each other’s sweat and juices.
“Neither did I,” admitted Brian. “I’d never seen my mark glow before tonight...and it glowed much brighter this last time. Three orgasms for three men with three orgasms for one girl: it means our marks are telling us that this was how things were meant to be. There’s nobody else that Goldie should be with...and we all need to stick together.”
“Gentlemen, if I may,” interjected Cliff, tossing his towel aside. “My guess is that the glow can be caused by more than just...ejaculation, to put it bluntly. When we feel happy for Goldie, even when she’s with someone else, genuinely happy, the mark can glow.”<
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“That...could actually make sense,” said Glen, a quizzical look on his face as the gears in his head as he remade the beds. Luckily the beds didn’t have baseboards, only headboards, and only the headboards were damaged from the rough lovemaking. “Because I don’t know about you guys, but...”
“For the first time tonight, you didn’t feel jealous?” asked Brian.
“Mind reader much?” asked Glen. “What about you, Cliff?”
“Same here,” said Cliff, lying back in the bed. “I’d had to hold back the bear inside of me, even during this devil’s foursome, but what I didn’t expect was that I’d stop having to hold my bear back when Goldie reached her climax. The bears inside of us pulled back all on their own, all feelings of jealousy retreating with the bears.”
“And what if you guys get jealous again?” asked Goldie, snuggling up next to Cliff.
“Goldie, have you met us?” asked Cliff. “We’re always going to be competitive and jealous and obsessive and possessive. We’re frikkin’ bear shifters, and I’d be like that even if I had you all to my self.”
“But from now on, we’ll learn to deal with it,” said Glen, taking Goldie’s hand in his and rubbing the palm as he propped himself up with his other arm and lay next to her. “And it’s not going to be easy, but at the end of the day, we’re not going to go to bed angry.”
“Speaking of beds...we’re going to need to get a huge one,” said Brian, getting into bed and sitting at the end of the bed. “We basically broke the middle bed today, and maybe next time...we shouldn’t place the beds so close to the wall. Sorry about wrecking your place, Goldie, but we couldn’t restrain ourselves.”
“You know, no matter how big the bed is, we won’t all be able to hold Goldie at the same time...” started Cliff.
“Don’t tell me we’re going to need to set up a cuddling schedule,” said Brian with a groan.
“Boys, boys, trust me...there’s enough of me to go around,” said Goldie with a smirk as Brian got up and off the bed to turn off the dim lights.
