Authors: Willow Wilde
As I got onto my knees, Sam brushed the loose, matted hair out of my eyes. Appreciative of this, I kept my sight on his own gaze as I kissed my way up his shaft, and parted my lips around his cock on my way down. I heard him groan, and felt his hands wrap around my head, just like Derek’s had before. As he pushed my lips further down his dick, my lower lips slid back towards Derek, just to show him that—while my attention was now divided—I wasn’t ignoring his cock.
The brothers held my head and my hips where they needed them. My tongue slid around Sam’s cock—which was thinner than the last one, but longer, meaning I could throat him a little more—and Derek pumped away at my yearning cunt. I had to pull my head back from Sam for a moment, just to get a firm gulp of air, but he wasn’t having any of that. Back onto his cock I went, loving the domination.
I felt my hips being pulled up, and realized I needed to adjust my balance. My hands held against Sam’s hips, and I grasped them to support myself as I was pulled to my feet but kept bent over. I felt the man commanding my pussy bend over me somewhat, his arms wrapped around under my stomach, and his firm, juicy cock utterly pummeling my hips into submission.
I sucked Sam’s rigid, rock-hard cock as passionately as I could. He was pumping my head up and down on it now, and I lovingly bit my fingernails into his hips. While this was going on, I felt Derek pull out and slap his wet meat a couple of times against my ass.
“I’ve got to fuck your ass,” he growled, and I heard Sam chuckle a little above me. I pulled off of his dick for a moment to reply.
“Start slow,” I relented. Instead of bracing myself, I made an effort to relax, and shifted my ankles a little further apart. Turning my attention back to the man whose throbbing stick I had been polishing, I asked: “Feel good?”
I could barely part my lips around him before he pushed them down to kiss the base of his shaft.
“Yeah,” I heard him groan. “Feels really fucking good.”
I moaned my appreciation and lathered what I could reach of his shaft with my tongue, breathing deeply through my nose and avoiding the water as best as I could. At the same time, I felt my ass-cheeks being lifted apart by a pair of demanding thumbs, the sound of a lube bottle, and then felt his cock slowly sliding into my hungry asshole.
I was no ass virgin, and the water was continuously running down our bodies. So, I guess it wasn’t as incredibly painful as it might have been before. I pushed back slightly to coerce him on. By his third stroke, it was all the way inside me, and I reveled in delight in being absolutely hilted on both ends by a pair of gorgeous, dominating brothers.
As Derek’s fingers clenched into my cheeks and his balls brushed my exposed mound, and Sam applied slightly more force to keep his cock completely down my throat, I felt my eyes wander to the door. I noticed Daniel standing in the doorway, stroking himself and watching with a hungry leer. I pulled a hand free of Sam’s hips to wave him over with my wrist, and took over his masturbating duties with my hand.
It wasn’t too long before a mighty set of orgasms slowly built up and overwhelmed my senses. I knew my role, though. Despite stiffening and moaning like crazy onto the cock trapped between my lips, and my fingernails biting into Sam’s hips in loss of mind, I handled myself pretty well. If the men noticed, they didn’t care, and continued to take me together and pound the living daylights out of me.
The three brothers utterly commanded my body, controlling me between them. After a while, they began to form a sort of rhythm–Derek pushing into my ass, Sam holding my head onto his cock, and Daniel standing tall with my hand pumping his cock. The variances explored always left something inside me at all times as the others were pulling out or pushing in. All the while, the water was drizzling onto us. I would occasionally have to pause on the cock-sucking to take a gulp of air, or cough from inhaling some of the water, but I was still enjoying myself.
After a few minutes of this, I noticed that they were slowing down. Glancing up, I saw that they were communicating with what were probably facial gestures and nods, and all at once they pulled out of my influence. Derek started washing his cock off rigorously before he lay down on the floor.
They were playing the old switcheroo.
I climbed onto Derek’s hips. As I straddled him, easing him in, he took over and forced me down with his hands on my shoulders. My pussy slid down his cock, and I bit my lower lip with a satisfied moan. As I rocked my hips against his a few times, I could sense Sam maneuvering around behind me, and Daniel loomed nearby.
Derek grasped my wrists, pulling me down into a kiss. I breathed uneasily into it as I felt Sam pushing his freshly-lubed cock slowly up my ass.
When I pulled back from the kiss, I allowed the men to rock my hips, deciding the rhythm for me. As this was going on, Daniel’s cock came back into view, and I gladly slipped it into my mouth, finally giving him his own orifice.
As I pulled back a little, I let my tongue swirl around Daniel’s dick passionately, flicking against the slit in his little head. His hands clamped to my head — painfully, I’ll admit, but I knew he was just caught off-guard. My tongue slid around under the rim of his head, and I delighted in the knowledge that I couldn’t close my mouth with his rock-hard rod down my throat.
I pumped my head up and down again, bobbing my lips up and down the delicious dick like a piston. His groans told me everything I needed to know, and so I pumped more furiously. His hands began to guide me in the motions, setting the speed as he took over and face-fucked me, and my fingernails dug into his hips.
Meanwhile, his brothers continued to fuck my mound and my ass into a raw, powerful submission. I was the collective mate of these men, used for breeding between them, and they dominated my holes for ages. They were seemingly unwilling to give up their chosen cavities until my body sucked out all of their seed. I felt hands grasping my breasts, caressing my puffy, erect nipples. The animalistic fucking was almost too much for me.
Soon, they decided they were going to switch up again. Derek shoved his pussy-stained dick right down my throat, Sam was on his back beneath me and firmly up my dripping wet, hungry pussy, and Daniel gladly shoved his wonderful cock back up my ass, which was filled with ample lube by now.
My head bobbed up and down on Derek, and I reveled in the taste of my own sweet nectar. Meanwhile, my asshole underwent punishment as Daniel did his best to empty his balls into my ass. Meanwhile, Sam’s furious command of my hips fought me to the edges of my restraint, as his cock pummeled my lower lips. His was the best out of them all, the most magnificent cock of the brothers. Within my demanding slit, his was right where it belonged.
I allowed myself to relax and focus entirely on being their filthy mate. No amount of water was going to wash me clean.
It was Daniel who came first, his balls slapping frantically against me. His body bent over mine as his dick slid in harder, faster than before. His fingers wrapped into my hair and he took over my bobbing speed from his brother, pushing and pulling my head over Derek’s dick as he rode out what felt like a fantastic orgasm.
Something about this was incredibly hot to me—the brother grasping and using my head to get his own flesh and blood off, and I felt another wonderful orgasm slowly building within. While it worked its way up to a crescendo, I moaned into the mouthful I was servicing, and felt Daniel clench onto my body and fill my star with his load. His movements came to a stop, and he stopped using my skull to indirectly jack off his brother.
But it was my turn now. The three brothers mating me, and one using me on the other, was too much. My thighs trembled against Sam as I felt some of the best orgasms in my life take my entire body back.
For a period that threatened to stretch for eons, the wave of chemicals in my head totally crushed me. I rode out the orgasms like a massive wave, crossing the gulf. The feeling built up and almost blinded me, and for a beautiful moment between these three shifters, I was at complete and utter peace.
I realized shortly that Daniel had pulled out of me, found the liquid soap, and was washing off his dick once more. This left me with the last two, who took advantage of the freedom to make me submit to them even harder than before.
Both sets of lips—my mouth and my pussy—glided madly up and down both fleshy, staggeringly hard cocks. The dick pushing up into me from the floor slid against my ridges wonderfully, and the one that was constantly threatening to gag me similarly filled my throat cavity with bliss. No longer completely unable to move or shift, I took advantage of my newfound mobility by sliding my thick, rotund hips around on Sam’s, working to get him going.
Sam came next. As I’ve mentioned, he was able to fully control my hips now that my back hole was no longer filled, and certainly taking every liberty with this. Seemingly eager to ride his own climactic wave, his strong hands clamped down hard on my heavy hips, and he pumped my fulfilled cunt up and down his cock as fast as he could. I glanced down at him with the dick pounding away in my mouth and caught a glimpse of his face below me. I took delight when I realized he was watching the great view of my large tits bouncing, water drizzling off of them and onto his face. In appreciation, I rocked my torso from left to right, wiggling my breasts for him. He gave my ass a few firm slaps with both hands in recognition, and I moved his hands back to my breasts so he could play with my nipples to his heart’s content.
Within just a couple of minutes, his pumping went frantic, he dug down deep into me as hard as he could, and a wave of hot cum poured up into my pussy. He lay his head down on the floor and watched my tits some more, regaining his composure and desperately trying to stop his heavy, mighty breathing.
His juices intermingled with his brothers’ and mine, as Daniel’s earlier gift slid down to my pussy lips, and both streams of passion met and mingled.
However, my mind didn’t stay on that for long. I still had one boy to finish, and he was incredibly close to the edge. As I dedicated my full attention to getting him off in my warm, wet mouth, Derek’s movements became more frantic, and his breathing was faster, his hands clamped harder.
He was the champion out of them, holding on the longest, and I was there to happily and hungrily receive his prize.
Just a little longer…just a little more…
And there it was.
He held my lips clamped to the base of his shaft, his hands firmly holding my head in place, and he gasped loudly as his cock twitched between my lips. I felt several ropes of salty, fulfilling cum pump into my mouth and down my throat. I hummed and slid my tongue around his cock to welcome it all, eager to be his eager slut—just like I had been with his brothers. His load coated the insides of his throat, and I almost gagged, but he wasn’t having any of that. I held it together and swallowed it all down as he held me in place.
Derek let go of my head, and I slowly relinquished his cock, my tongue sliding all around it and lapping off the tip. I climbed up off of Sam, steadying myself against a wall in the shower. Oh, everything ached. Tomorrow was going to be rough.
As I turned to the boys, my muscles well aware of the impending soreness, they smiled between one another.
“And so it is done. You are…ours.” They smiled, reaching to grasp at me more. My arms slid around their shoulders as I felt their touch groping at my curvaceous body, and I willingly surrendered myself to them once more.
Where Bears Mate
After a couple of hours of sweating, fighting underbrush, crossing rivers, and admiring what little wildlife I could find, I decided that I had a few immediate problems to consider:
First, despite hiking in these mountains enough to call them my home away from home, I had somehow become hopelessly lost.
Second, the sun was finally arcing back down to the horizon, which gave me a closing window to find my way back.
Finally, I was acutely aware that I was being stalked by a mountain lion.
This last one came as a chilling surprise, mostly because my generous, well-rounded size made even
about dashing away laughable. Getting away from such an efficient predator was
an easy agenda to meet. On top of that, my intimate familiarity with the area reminded me that the large cats around were not only nocturnal, but generally avoided people.
Tell that to this guy.
I could only imagine that I had basically stomped almost right into it, a rotund and sweaty mess, when it decided to follow me. Probably out of boredom at first, but then his instincts told him I was big, heavy, alone, and easy pickings…
Come on, Brianna
, I told myself.
Just relax, don’t make any flighty movements, and just keep an eye on where it is
Easier thought than done. Mountain lions are great at the whole “ambush” thing, after all. I heard a slight rustle to my left, and caught a distant glimpse of fur.
Not only stalking in the daytime, but it’s clumsy. I’m going to be eaten by a stupid, clumsy mountain lion.
I continued to carefully make my way around a few trees, spotting a river nearby with a fallen tree. Assessing a defensive spot in the center, I decided to make my way over as non-threateningly and obliviously as I could. I could be at the base of that log in a little over half a minute at this careful speed.
The rustle suddenly gave a loud SWISH!
Throwing caution to the wind, I bolted. A growl from behind told me the mountain lion had acknowledged my flight the way it knew best – a full charge. I huffed towards the wooden incline, desperate to clamor up the roots and put a few more seconds of distance between us as I figured out a way to deter it…
…And then I heard a new sound. My head turned left to see a massive grizzly bear, bounding into view with one of those deep,
aw shit, I am going to make your skin my hat
sort of growls. Either the bear was going to rip me to shreds, or my deadly chaperone the mountain lion was going to do it. Maybe they’d even team up and split me between them, like a pair of crime-fighting predators that just did predator stuff between toppling dictators and saving the world.
I couldn’t tell how far back the mountain lion was, but the bear was very clearly lunging right towards me. I braced myself for the worst…
* * * *
You know how you think of really stupid stuff when you’re in life-threatening danger?
Well, in that moment, I found it appropriate to rank this as the second-shittiest hike I’d ever had, a close second to that time a few months ago that my fiancé broke things off with me under the stars, right before my Poison Ivy Ass Incident. And I had a
of ass for that poison ivy to bother.
But instead of meeting a gory death sandwiched between a full-grown surprise grizzly and the world’s clumsiest mountain lion, the bear lunged past me. Within about ten seconds, I was clamoring up the roots and climbing onto the fallen tree. For the first time since that last rustle, I looked back. What I saw amazed me.
The bear was
fighting the mountain lion
Well, more accurately, they were having a showdown with lots of growling and swatting, but the bear was clearly between my friendly neighborhood stalker and me. On all fours, he was bigger than any bear I’d ever seen, but as he reared onto his feet, I was awed by his size.
My senses flooded back, and I made climbing further up the wooden, dead incline my first priority. To my quick and utter disappointment, it was less defensible than I had thought – the mountain lion could have probably clawed and pulled its way up towards me, and then close in for the kill at point-blank. There wasn’t any sort of deterrent I could find, no sharp stick or detached root to fend it back off.
I had been dead meat from the start.
But thanks to the oddly chivalrous bear, I could see the mountain lion backing off, growling over its shoulder one last time before disappearing into the brush. The grizzly wandered lazily towards the roots of the upended tree, his eyes locked onto me.
I fully expected the worst, but the bear came over at a leisurely pace, stood up on his haunches beside the tree, and placed his paws nonthreateningly on the bark. I backed away slowly, eyes wide, and his face turned to follow my movements.
“You are the weirdest bear I have ever seen…but as long as you don’t eat me, I’m grateful,” I found myself spitting out. I was immediately embarrassed, but this bear was acting too peculiar…
The bear showed its teeth.
Wait…that’s not a growl…that’s a…grin?
The bear dropped out of sight into the water, and as I struggled to bend over the side, all I could see were the ripples of the river.
That bear was huge…how the hell did it disappear like that?
* * * *
It was another ten minutes before I felt safe enough to clamor down the large tree. There was no sign of either the mountain lion or the bear, but that didn’t solve my original predicament:
I was still lost, and it was starting to grow darker.
My tired footsteps, now drained of adrenaline, led me for about another mile of wandering before I began to grow despondent. That’s when I heard the voice.
“You sure hate the beaten path, don’t you?”
My eyes darted straight to the source. In the trees was…one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. The stranger was clad in an open, plaid button-up over a dirty, white tee and blue jeans that ended in hiking boots.
“I’m a little on the lost side, yeah…do you know the way back to the main trail?”
The stranger nodded, his piercing eyes on mine. I felt sudden warmth between my thighs as I took in his short, brown hair and dark smile. His sides were cropped short, with a perfect frump of hair atop his head. He was built with broad shoulders, and the button-up poorly disguised what looked like rippled arms and strong pectorals. I could feel myself practically melting, and the heat of the forest was the smaller factor. I became instantly aware that I was hot and sweaty, with my clothes practically glued to my body.
Compared to this mystery hunk, they were probably showing off my thick curves and rotund figure in the least flattering way possible.
“It’s getting dark,” he spoke, his eyes breaking mine to gaze up at the sun. “The path is about two hours from here, and it’s going to get too dark to find your way before then…”
My heart sank in my chest. I wondered what the others were going to think. Like I had any signal out here. I don’t know why I even bothered bringing my cell phone. A long-distance walkie talkie would have been much more practical. Then again, if there were mountain lions prowling around…
He jarred me from my thoughts. “There’s a place not far from here, where I stay when I’m here. You’re free to join me for the night if you’d like.” Before I could utter any objections, he continued, “And separate beds, should you desire.”
This guy practically dropped out of nowhere to rescue me in the middle of the forest. I was ashamed that I’d even allowed myself to get lost out here.
Reverently hoping he wasn’t an axe murderer, I took the only option I could see.
“Not far, you say?”
* * * *
About twenty minutes later, we rounded a corner and saw the place. It looked like a small, two story inn, attached to a small road that cut through the brush. I could see a few ramshackle buildings that were clearly abandoned, with a large shed leaning against the inn. It seemed to be in marginally better condition than the rest.
“Whoa,” I gasped. “What
My escort gave me one of those cute half-smiles that men sometimes do. “This used to be a popular spot for hunting, believe it or not. This outpost was established close to a hundred years ago. A little hard to get to, but this dirt road connects to another, then a major road that heads back into the country.”
“What was hunted here?” I asked, huffing along. The hiking kept me fitter than most skinny things I met, but I’d been on my feet almost all day, and even my stamina had its limits.
“You know, I’m not entirely sure,” he admitted, running his fingers through his dark golden hair. “There is rarely any game around here. I suppose that could have been different a few generations back, but there’s no telling now. To me, this is just an abandoned little base for when I’m around.”
I felt compelled to ask what he had been doing here, but I kept my mouth shut. I was more concerned with a shower, and hoped there was one there.
The outpost looked a lot better on the inside. The interior was very well maintained, showing off the rugged, vintage wood and polished countertops. It was surprisingly roomy, with a modest kitchen to the side, generous antique dining area, a renovated shower area in the back, and a large staircase up to the upper level.
Most surprisingly, there was electricity.
“How does this place even run?” I asked, wiping my brow with a rugged towel. I was already hungrily eying the shower.
“Generator. I charge it up when I arrive down here. I’m only here for a few days when I come, and I spend most of my time outside.”
That makes sense
, I thought to myself. I stole a glance at him. His strong, broad frame looked authoritative, powerful. He had plucked his button-up free when we came inside, and my gaze wandered over his chiseled, strong muscles…
His piercing eyes quickly met mine, and I turned, desperate to hide the blush that met my cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye, I swore I could see a smile flicker at his lip.
* * * *
The shower was refreshing. I lathered the soap over my great, balloon breasts, my nipples alert for attention. I hadn’t realized how turned on I’d been from encountering this hunk in the woods, and before I realized what I was doing, I was absentmindedly pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts. He was powerful in my mind, something fierce and primal, and I wanted him to fling open the door and join me under the water.
Why am I so turned on by this guy?
I wondered to myself, as I continued working my nipples. It’s true that I’d had a few men before — but they were a little too spineless to be considered
, really. And the sex had always been terrible. They were two pump chumps, the lot of them.
Something told her that sex with this stranger would be a lot more…
Wait a minute. I don’t even know his name!
The realization almost snapped me out of my self-fondling, but I was getting too into it now.
Hell, why do I need to know his name? It would be hotter to fuck him and never know.
I didn’t even care that he probably wouldn’t be into my size. I just wanted to taste his cock, feel that strong hands grasp at me, yearning to fill me…
I heard a clamor outside, and switched the water off. Pausing for a moment, I heard the crash again, and grabbed a towel to try and cover as much as I could.
Uneasily, I popped open the shower door, stepping into the hallway by the stairs in a sopping mess.