The bear
prowled the perimeter of the camp as the crew loaded up the truck with the
tents and equipment. His mate looked delightfully disheveled, with her hair
still mussed from her few hours of sleep and even more hours of wild sex. Once
the final strap was tightened into place, Melody scanned the tree line, blew
him a surreptitious kiss, and then joined the others in the truck. Killian
grumbled all the way back to his home, but knew she would contact him as soon
as she knew her hotel and room number. He had placed his phone number into her
cell phone that night, and sent himself a text so he had hers. He wasn't about
to let the craziness of their mating frenzy keep them from staying in touch.
As he
entered the fenced-in back yard, he shifted smoothly from furry bear to very
naked human. With nothing else to do now but wait, he showered, grabbed lunch,
and sat down to work on some client contracts. Two hours later, his phone lit
up with at least a dozen text message notifications. Easing his way out of the
websites he had just hacked into, he jotted down the last of his notes on
security holes and checked his phone. His dick threatened to rip a hole in his
shorts at the images that popped up on his screen.
Melody’s
first message was bland – name of hotel, room number, and that she’d left his
name at the front desk to get a key. The rest were the horny bear’s wet dream
come to life. Pictures of her in the bath, frothy bubbles outlining her
gorgeous breasts and topping her rock-hard nipples. Pictures of her with her
fingers deep inside her pussy and an accompanying message of wish you
were here. Pictures of her in a waist-cinching corset thing that
pushed her large tits into prominence and outlined the curve of her full hips
and sweet ass. He drooled. His cock drooled. Wiping his chin, he transferred
the photos to his computer, set up a slideshow, and stroked himself to completion
staring at his sexy mate. His dick pouted, remaining half-hard in protest at
the muted pleasure of a handjob over Melody’s sinfully tight pussy. He gave it
a few more strokes in sympathy, confident they would sink back into her warmth
soon. Stripping off his shorts, he took a second brief shower to rinse off the
dried come and dressed in record time. Grabbing his phone, wallet, and
lube – hey, he was taught to always be prepared – Killian darted out the door
and aimed his truck for the hotel.
As the
numbers dinged, he pondered the wisdom of undressing in the elevator. Sure, he
might shock some old lady, but he’d be ready to pounce the moment the door
closed behind him. He had freed the third button on his shirt when the elevator
stopped to allow the requisite vacationing older couple onto the elevator.
Though he greeted them with a polite smile, his dick returned to pouting. Now,
he’d have to wait to undress. When the doors opened on Melody’s floor, he fled
the elevator with unseemly speed, jammed the key card into the door, and
entered… only to find his mate entertaining two of her crewmates in her room.
He growled. His cock growled. It really didn't like the idea of more delays.
“Killian!”
Melody ran over and gave him an enthusiastic kiss. She stroked her fingers over
his bulging crotch before grabbing his hand and leading him towards a side
door. “C’mon, I’ll show you where to put your bag, then introduce you to the
guys.” The moment the door closed behind her, she launched herself at him and they
tumbled onto the bed. Her hands roamed his body as she controlled their kisses,
sliding under his shirt to pinch his small nipples, slipping beneath his
waistband to rub his throbbing cock. God damn, his mate was
amazing.
“Melody,”
he groaned, rolling her onto her back and tugging her shirt above those
magnificent tits. “As much as I’d love to fuck you ‘til the neighbors called
security, you have guests in the outer room. Can’t we get rid of them?”
“I was
kinda hoping, oh you wicked man not so hard, we could all
play as a last hurrah sort of thing.”
“All of
us, mate?” Both of his heads perked up in interest. That bobcat’s throat had
been heaven when he purred around his cock.
“Yeah. I've been lusting for a taste of Terry since I started the show, and I know Brian
wants a shot at your ass. What do you say, Killian?”
“We need
a way to pull the human in. He could freak out if we just started getting
naked.” A slow grin spread over his face at the thought of such hedonistic
lust.
“Strip
poker. I think he’d be game for that, and we can go from there. Brian is all
for it.” He groaned when she rubbed his hard cock through his jeans. “Will you
let him fuck you, my sexy bear? ‘Cause that would be so freakin’ hot.”
“I
confess to being curious after the two of you showed me how good your fingers
felt.
“Wonderful!”
She rolled them so she pressed him into the mattress, sliding her tongue along
his as she sank into their kiss. Her skin was flushed when she came up for air,
and he again praised the Fates for sending him such a perfect mate. “I've already
ordered up a snack tray and wine.”
Two
hours, three trays, and a bottle of wine later, the players were in various
stages of undress. Melody had declared the game should be played in the bedroom
of the large suite, citing the ability of the kitchenette’s table to hide all
the juicy bits. Terry blushed but agreed. The two shifters had merely shrugged;
they weren't body shy in any way. They had decided that the winner of the hand
had to remove an article of clothing, and Killian laughed at the many ways they
all struggled to lose. Since folding was an automatic loss, it was forbidden
unless the player was willing to remove a piece of clothing anyway. Inevitably,
each player won a few hands and the clothing began to melt away. Shoes and
socks had been the first removed; they were safe and unthreatening. Next went
the pants. All the men wore some kind of underwear; Terry’s boxers hid all his
assets while Brian’s speedos left little to the imagination. The bobcat’s tight
shorts hid even less when Killian removed his jeans to reveal a pair of snug
briefs that molded to his massive cock. When Melody shimmied out of her
body-hugging jeans, Terry’s and Killian’s underwear struggled to contain their growing
erections. Black lace stockings caressed her thick thighs, held up by garters
that ended in a hot pink flirty bow.
“I
recognize that,” choked out the bear shifter, a bit of drool forming at the
corner of his mouth. “It’s some sort of corset thing, isn't it?”
“Yup.”
Melody grinned, running her fingertip along the edge of her stocking. “Let me win
a few more rounds and you’ll see what all it covers… and what it doesn’t.”
The men
returned to the game with renewed determination. While Brian wasn't as
interested in her massive breasts as the others, he seemed delighted with their
effect on the two men. His eyes kept straying to Killian’s impressive rod
straining against his briefs and the head of Terry’s thick cock peeking through
the placket of his boxers. Killian ran his fingers along Melody’s stocking-clad
inner thigh, content that his hand was exceedingly bad. From the blush on Terry’s
face, the poor man must have excellent cards. He nudged his mate and traced the
word FOLD on her thigh. She looked up from her cards, followed
his gaze, and smiled. With a melodramatic sigh, she tossed her cards onto the
carpet.
“I’m
just gonna go ahead and fold.” She started on the buttons of her blouse, hiding
her smile behind her hair. “I can’t sell my soul for those cards at a regular
game, but let me need to lose and suddenly I could win the World Championship.”
Killian
growled as she shrugged the thin material from her shoulders, baring her
beautiful breasts to the room. The cool air crinkled her nipples into hard
points, beckoning to him to warm them up with his mouth. Who was he to
argue with such temptation? He palmed one of her heavy beauties and
suckled the sensitive tip. The scent of her arousal, along with her soft moan
went straight to his cock. Determined to find satisfaction, it poked through
the slit in his briefs in search of her warmth. It was Brian’s turn to drool.
And purr. The slim cat shifter tossed his cards aside and reached into Killian’s
briefs to stroke his weeping cock. The bear lifted his ass so Brian could
remove the offensive material, and caught Terry’s open-mouthed stare. As the
cat swallowed his massive cock to the hilt, both Killian and Melody encouraged
the shocked man to join them.
“They look
a bit cold, don’t they?” He growled around one taut nipple as he worked the row
of hooks down the back of the corset. Tossing the constricting material aside,
he slid two fingers deep inside his mate’s ready pussy and pumped them slowly. “Why
don’t you come help me warm them up?”
“Wh-what?”
The older man’s boxers had given up on containing his straining erection,
letting the drooling head point towards the erotic threesome. “I don’t think… I
mean, I should probably…”
“What
you should do,” Melody caught the stuttering human by his waistband and tugged,
“is bring that gorgeous cock over here. I've been wanting a taste of that.”
“Are you
sure? I mean, your boyfriend…”
“… is
enjoying his own blowjob already.” His mate reached through the slit in the
boxers, gripping the older man’s cock and caressing him with long, slow
strokes. “Unless you want to leave?”
“Not
really, no,” Terry groaned, shucking off his boxers and moving closer.
Killian
grabbed his hand and guided it into Melody’s sopping pussy as both men latched
onto her nipples. With so many mouths occupied, only her moans were heard in
the room above the slurps, growls, and purrs. He urged her onto her knees,
spreading her legs to open her body to their caresses. It took a couple of
tries before he and the older human found a rhythm, but when they did they kept
his mate full of thrusting fingers. He growled in approval when she cried out
her first orgasm; a growl that hummed along the back of his throat as cool,
slick fingers pressed into his tight ass. Brian had found the lube.
Turning
Melody onto her hands and knees, he guided Terry’s dripping cock into her eager
mouth. As the human’s eyes rolled back at the utter bliss of her skillful
tongue, Killian pulled out of Brian’s throat and slid smoothly into her
contracting pussy. Her muffled moans as she pressed back for more fired his
lust further. Balancing firmly on the edge of the mattress, he tugged the
disappointed bobcat shifter closer and kissed his first man. It wasn't anything
like what he expected; it was much better. The cat’s soft purrs tickled his
tongue, hardened his aching cock that rested snugly in his mate’s delightful
pussy, and built his courage to the fore. He stroked the shifter’s throbbing
dick and nodded towards the discarded lube.
“I think
you’re going to need that if you want a piece of my ass.”
He
chuckled at the shock on the two men’s faces. Brian’s turned immediately into
eager delight as his cock coated Killian’s hand with its gratitude. Terry’s
eyes darted between his own rather impressive dick disappearing completely down
his crewmate’s throat, and the long, slender one getting slicked up by the
visiting ghost hunter. Melody, unable to watch the debauchery directly, simply
succumbed to another small orgasm. Killian gripped his mate’s hips as the blunt
head of Brian’s dick pressed against his virgin ass. He forced his body to
relax, pushed out as if to expel the intruder, and groaned when it popped past
his sphincter. It burned! It ached! It felt fucking amazing! Brian gentle hands
stroked his back, his ass, and cupped and teased his balls to help him relax
further as his dick ploughed deeper into no-man’s-land. But Killian didn't want gentle.
He wanted to fuck and be fucked. With a grunt, he pushed back against his
feline lover until he felt coarse hair brush his ass.
Holy
fucking shit, that felt awfulgoodhurtswonderfulgoddammitYEAH!
With a
roar, Killian set a bruising pace. His energetic thrusts into his mate’s quaking
body pushed Terry’s cock deep into her throat, much to that man’s groaning
delight. They also pressed his ass onto Brian’s probing cock, which found and
lovingly caressed his prostate with glee. He felt the bobcat’s purrs deep in
his ass, an unusual but bone-meltingly glorious sensation, adding just one more
level of hedonistic pleasure to the glorious fuck-fest. He grabbed Melody’s
hair in his meaty fist and held up her head to watch her coworker’s thick cock
disappear into her mouth. From the expression on the older man’s face, his mate
was utilizing all of her skills – of which there were many. Terry had grabbed
both her beautiful, swaying breasts, using them as leverage to counter-thrust
until her nose bumped his stomach. Melody rewarded him with a low humming moan
around his dick that brought a curse of pure ecstasy from her former boss. When
Killian rubbed and pinched her hard clit, her cries grew louder as she clutched
at him through another orgasm.
Fuck
yeah!
Brian’s
claws kneaded his hips as the bobcat made a slight shift towards his animal.
The probing, vibrating cock that was fucking his ass grew, thickened, and
melted another part of Killian’s brain. The slight pain, combined with the
pressure and fullness, caused his own shift towards his bear, increasing his
girth inside his moaning mate. The sounds in the room were reminiscent of a gang-bang
porn film, or a truly depraved version of Wild Kingdom – moans and cries of
ecstasy were punctuated with growls, purrs, and roars. The result was an
orgasmic domino effect. Terry’s head banged against the wall as he emptied his
balls deep into Melody’s stomach; her moans, hums, and sinful tongue drew out his pleasure until he melted into a man-shaped puddle on her bed.
With the
chance of her biting the older man now removed, Killian drew her back against
his chest and sank his fangs into her shoulder as his unnaturally large cock
threatened to tear her pussy in half. He growled as her entire body clenched
and shook with the force of her release. Her cunt gripped his cock so tightly
he feared it would break, but still he forced it into her slick passage to
prolong her pleasure. Like a powerful fist, it stroked him until he emptied his
balls deep into her womb, unaware that his ass was treating Brian’s thrusting
dick to some incredible fisting of its own. The bobcat let loose a feline roar,
pumping Killian’s ass full of hot, sticky come and drawing another rumbling
growl of sated lust from the randy bear. The scent of sex hung in the room like
a hazy fog as moans tapered off into whimpers, roars settled back into purrs
and gentle rumbles, and pounding cocks slid wetly from their receptive
orifices. The foursome collapsed onto the bed in a naked, sated pile of twining
arms and legs that stroked and caressed whatever piece of flesh they found.
Lips kissed, tongues danced. It was a wonderfully successful debauchery.
Hell.
Yeah.
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