“Hey, I’ve tried to keep a modest distance between myself and the two of you ever since you moved in.”
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.”
“I think maybe I felt the same way. I was just scared to admit it.”
“Then now would be a good time to do something about that.” He removed the towel completely to expose her body and threw it to the floor.
* * * *
Morgan helped to take Drake’s boxers off. His erection was so large and angry. It was the exact opposite of the calm peaceful man who sported it. The huge muscle made hard work of getting the boxers off him. At last she had them over the bulge, and Drake slid them down his legs and cast the cotton fabric down to the floor with her towel.
“I’ll let you do the honors.” Drake handed her the condom.
He lay on his back and waited for her. She picked up his cock from his stomach and held it upright.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve put one of these on a man.” The condom was extra-large but was still a tough fit as her fingers gently rolled it down the swollen muscle.
Morgan thought back to the first time she had dressed Nathan’s cock for him. That had been a sunny afternoon in Chicago, the afternoon she lost her virginity.
Every man’s cock was different, she mused as she was forced to give Drake’s a closer inspection while she rolled the rubber down to the base. Testing her work with her fingers, she found it to be secure at last.
Drake looked good as he lay beneath her. She wanted to ride him.
She hiked a leg over his waist and reached behind her to point his cock at her pussy entrance. It felt like she was sitting down on a pole with delicious warm fire inside.
The first few inches were okay. The penetration was comfortable and nice. Then she allowed her body to relax down onto him, and suddenly she felt herself being stretched to the max.
She let out a surprised grunt that was louder than she hoped.
“You all right?” He took her in his arms and brought her down on top of him.
“Sat down the wrong way.” She exhaled. Now that he was fully seated inside her body, her pussy muscles were milking him.
She looked down into his face and used her knees to pivot her body back and forth. It felt glorious.
Her fingers traced up his chest, played with his nipples. He bucked between her legs. She let out another gasp. This one was pure, raw feeling.
Leaning down to him, she kissed his lips as she rode him. He had her face cupped in his hands. His touch was tender, but the cock probing her pussy was hard and rough.
Drake had his own unique taste, his cock its own feel as he started pumping her. She tasted the residue of the beer he had drank before coming to bed, with her on his tongue and something else that seemed to be his own flavor.
The head of his massive cock was so wide she felt as if her pussy was being split in two each time she moved down on him.
Hunter had taught her a neat trick for the bedroom earlier. Hold the climax, prolong it, and enjoy the outcome. Now she tensed her muscles to do exactly that with Drake.
She wanted to ride him all night long and enjoy him to the fullest. However, she knew she couldn’t. Her time was approaching. Also, she wasn’t making it easy on him, either, as she moved back and forth on his angry cock.
Even through the rubber she could feel his heat plunging inside the inner walls of her pussy.
Her breath started coming heavy and fast, and her heart rate accelerated. Her body felt like it was on fire. All the symptoms were there. She was about to have an orgasm.
Drake began bucking wildly beneath her. Oh God, just give them one more minute, one more glorious minute of this connection.
Then it was too late. Her body was being ripped to shreds by an intense climax.
Morgan sat up straight on Drake and took him into her depths. She threw back her head. Her eyes flew open wide, and she looked at the ceiling tiles above. There in the corner was the stain of the leak Hunter had fixed for them earlier.
She let out a loud scream. No! She couldn’t stand it. It was too intense. She had been a fool to try and ride this huge man.
Then it was over, and she was subsiding down back to earth.
Drake took her in for another kiss.
Now Morgan could sleep and sleep peacefully all night. She crawled beneath the covers with Drake.
She was in the middle of the bed. She had two men under the blankets with her, one on each side.
Morgan fell asleep with a smile on her face.
The next night under a full moon, the men took Morgan out to the field in back of her house. At first she thought they had brought her there to make love. When all they wanted to do was talk, she felt disappointed because her pussy had already been wet with anticipation.
“You need to know a few things about shape-shifters,” Drake began.
“We thought it would be a good idea to give you an education for when your man finally does come back to you,” Hunter put in.
Morgan smiled. “You guys have already given me an education.”
“The problem with us shifters is there are just too few of us,” Drake told her. “You’ll find us all over the world, but only in small numbers. We’re only about a tenth of a percent of the population.”
“Since we’re so outnumbered, some of us feel downright afraid of the outside world.” Hunter took her hand as they strolled across the field in the moonlight. “When you thought your man was feeling embarrassed to be a shifter, what he really might have been feeling was afraid.”
This was a new wrinkle. Morgan saw a different side to shifters she had never thought about before. “Do you ever feel afraid?” she asked Hunter.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.”
“Shifters are also very private people,” Drake said. “We’re close knit with our family and friends but tend to turn a cold shoulder to everyone else.”
“I have noticed that about Nathan,” she admitted. “Even though he doesn’t always get along with them, I know he loves his family more than anything.”
“That’s right. Take Hunter and me, for example. We’re as close as brothers. That’s why we can share anything.” Drake gave her a lust-filled gaze and caressed her shoulder possessively.
“Does it make the sex more intense for you if you share your lovers?” Morgan asked.
“I like the feeling of knowing your body is Drake’s to claim as much as it is mine,” Hunter acknowledged.
“Other people consider the customs of the shifters to be bizarre,” Drake told her. “But shifters don’t really care what other people think.”
“I’ve recognized everything you’re saying in Nathan before.” But then Morgan laughed and rethought her statement. “Well, everything except for the sharing part. I guess you could call Nathan a little selfish. Until he got sick, he never even wanted another man to look at me, and the idea of me giving my body to someone would have driven him ballistic.”
“We just want you to know what you’re dealing with in your relationship with that boyfriend of yours,” Hunter explained.
“And in your relationship with us,” Drake added.
“This helps,” Morgan told them. She felt she knew Nathan better now, understood where he had been coming from, and would be better prepared to help him after she had this talk with the two shifters. “I hope you guys understand about Nathan?” She cast a worried look between the two men.
“We understand you’re still his woman,” Hunter said evenly.
Morgan felt these two were the best friends she’d ever had. They really did seem to understand her circumstances. Before she met them she had thought, other than Nathan, most shifters were people she would not like. Now her whole view on shifters was changing. Hunter and Drake were helping her at a time when she had never needed help more. In turn, they were making it easier for her to wait for Nathan and just might be saving that relationship for her in the process.
Of course, they were not completely selfless. A small smile turned Morgan’s lips as she felt both of them fondling her. Hunters hand was running up and down her back, his fingers sneaking beneath the waist of her jeans from behind to play with the elastic of her panties. Drake was massaging her shoulders and had already worked under her halter, causing the straps to fall down her arms.
Yes. These two shifters were definitely getting a reward for helping her and Nathan out. But it was a reward she didn’t mind offering them.
The men were undressing. Morgan looked at them expectantly.
“We’re going to shift now, Morgan.”
“So that’s why you brought me out here?”
“We wanted you to watch.”
“Nathan has only let me watch him shift a couple of times, so I’m not too used to it.” She stepped back and let the two studs put on a strip show. It was her own private performance, and though she blushed red, she knew there was also a look of glee on her face because what she saw had never looked more inviting.
Both men’s cocks were red and engorged after they got those tight-fitting jeans slid off their hips. Fisting his giant dick that had swollen halfway up his belly, Hunter gave her a wink. Drake did likewise, and Morgan felt her legs turn to spaghetti.
By the time the two men turned into wolves, Morgan wasn’t even thinking about the supernatural phenomenon. All she could think about was the king-sized bed waiting for them back at her house.
* * * *
They weren’t gone from her long. Morgan mused that the allure of her body was greater than that of the wilds and remembered when Nathan used to hurry back to her like that.
The two naked men took the place of the wolves.
“Why do you still have your clothes on?” Hunter came to her and swept her into his arms, his cock head stabbing her stomach, its heat blazing even outside her shirt.
“I don’t shift into anything,” she reminded him.
Drake’s hands had also found her in the dark. “Another thing you should know about us. After we shift, we need to have sex.”
“I know.” Morgan could hardly breathe. “Just watching you shift made me want to do it.”
Morgan had picked their clothes up off the ground for them. She was going to hand them back, but could see they did not want them. Right now their distended cocks couldn’t have even fit back inside their jeans.
Naked, the two men began walking back to the house with her in between them, their hands fondling different parts of her anatomy as their cock heads continued to graze against her jeans.
By the time they got inside her house and closed her bedroom door behind them, Morgan had to lean against Hunter for support, as her weak legs would not carry her anymore. The feel of their touch and the sight of their bodies had disturbed her, aroused her. Never before in her life had she needed so badly to be fucked.
Before she knew what was happening, the men had her out of her clothes and as naked as they were. Getting situated on the bed, one man on each side of her, their hands and mouths began a slow and sensual exploration of her body that drove her already runaway hormones over the edge.
She moaned under their touch, her hips swaying to each caress.
Unable to wait any longer, Hunter began to sheath his cock with a condom he took off the nightstand next to her bed. Positioned behind her, he reached between her thighs and dipped his index finger inside her pussy. She knew he found her wet and ready, and to let him know just how ready, she ground down against his penetration, another moan escaping her lips.
Drake was in front of her, his mouth covering her right nipple as he sucked it to erection. Kissing across her chest, he gave equal favor to her left nipple and then slowly kissed up her neck until their lips met in a gentle claiming. Sliding into her mouth, the soft velvet of his tongue danced across her own, and she tasted his hard, rough flavor. With urgency, her hands moved down his chest, past the hardened muscles of his stomach until his cock was clasped firmly between her fingers.
From behind, Hunter’s cock had slid down the wet canal of her pussy. He was starting to move, and she could feel her muscles stretch with each slow, deliberate thrust.
A man venerated her body from the front and one from the back. Everywhere Morgan reached, she felt hard sinews and rigid muscles. Each breath she took brought a strong male aroma into her lungs. Tasting Drake, she turned her head around on her pillow and brought her lips into contact with Hunter, and a new flavor entered her mouth.
Her two experienced lovers slowly drew out her orgasm. To Morgan, it was like their three writhing bodies had become suspended in time above that bed. Nothing but sensation, raw feeling, and greedy pleasure seeking like she had never felt before was left.
When it finally happened, the climax was surprisingly sweet and warm, not hard and demanding as it had been when the men took her separately the night before. It was like she was bathed in love.
After all three made individual trips to her bathroom, the men came back to bed and cuddled with her above the blankets. Each man made sure she was all right, that the new experience had not taken her too far. Both worshipped her body with more kisses and asked after her pleasure.