ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (275 page)

              “Are you fucking ready, baby?” Jerry asked. “Do you want to take two big cocks like the slut that you are? I know that you do. I know that you want to take two big cocks like a fucking whore, don't you?”

              “I do, daddy,” Bell said. “I want you both to fuck me as hard as you can. Can you please do that for me daddy? Can you please both pound my pussy?”
              “We'll pound more than just that you little whore,” Dillard said as he tugged on his cock.

              Bell got on all fours with her ass facing them. Jerry wasn't sure what she wanted but he knew what he wanted to do. So he got behind her and put his cock head against her asshole. Bell leaned back into it, signaling that she wanted it in her ass. Jerry slid in as slowly as he could and then started thrusting slowly. Gradually he worked his tempo up from very slow to a steady rhythm that threatened to make him come. He didn't want to come, though, he wanted to keep going and going, working her little asshole like it had never been worked before. Just when he wondered if she'd be able to handle him fucking her even harder Dillard slid up behind him and started to massage his asshole. Jerry loved the way Dillard's giant cock head felt against his sphincter, so he perked his ass backward and up so that Dillard would have the most amount of access possible. Dillard slid in slowly and soon they were fucking in unison.

              “Oh yes,” Bell moaned. “Yes, fuck me harder. Fuck me harder while he fucks you in the ass. Fuck me baby! Fuck me harder! You know how much I love it. I know you know how much I love it. So please, fucking fuck my ass! I need you to fuck me harder, I really do. I can't have it any other way. Harder! Harder!”

              In an effort to fuck her harder both men were thundering away at the asshole in front of them. Dillard wasn't going to last much longer though, Jerry could tell by how hard Dillard's cock was.

              “Oh fuck, I'm going to come,” Dillard said. “I'm trying not to but I'm going to come anyway. Fuck!”

              Jerry could feel Dillard coming inside of his ass and it made him come.

              “Fuck! Now I'm coming!”

              Bell just moaned as her ass was filled up with his spunk. She loved it and kept bucking her hips back into him long after he'd stopped coming. Then they all crawled onto the bed and fell asleep together.

              A knock at the door woke up Jerry. He got up quickly from bed and answered it. The other two were still out and he made sure not to wake them by slipping out in the hall to talk to the people gathered there.

              “Hello, my name is Sheriff Pat,” Pat said.

              Pat and Jerry went way back. They'd been hating each other ever since Pat first came to the front range a few years ago to be a law man after not being able to cut it out east or down in Arizona.

              “I know who you are,” Jerry said.

              “Well that's good because it makes things a hell of a lot simpler,” Pat said. “I'm here to get you folks the fuck out of here before anything else happens that disturbs the peace. I know that you think that you can run around my state just shooting at people and doing whatever you want, but that just isn't the case anymore. The front range is growing, and unless we keep stuff like this to a minimum it won't have room for people like you or me. I know that sounds crazy, but I swear that is what's happening.”

              “A second ago you were acting like you didn't know me,” Jerry said with a sarcastic voice.

              “Don't think I won't knock you out for being a dumb ass,” Pat said. “And yeah, I'm an asshole sometimes. I guess you'll have to get over it.”

              “Let me grab my people and we'll be out.”

              Jerry slipped back in the room and found the other two already dressed. They all exited and headed down to Sheriff Pat's caravan of stagecoaches and posse of people out front of the hotel. Once all three of them were safely in a stagecoach they looked back at the hotel as they rolled away form it. Bullet holes peppered the building’s facade, which was funny because Jerry didn't remember seeing any muzzle flashes.

              “Dillard . . .” Jerry started but trailed off.

              “I didn't see any muzzle flashes either,” Dillard said. “Makes me wonder if they don't have some kind of muzzle devices that mask the flash, or maybe they were shooting through blankets or something that would hide the flash and muffle the noise but would allow the bullet to pass through.”

              After that all three settled into a brooding silence as they slowly passed through Denver toward the bank. It wouldn't be long now, Jerry though, and hopefully all of this would be behind them. Or would it all be behind them? Just as Sheriff Pat had just pointed out, the front range was growing and leaving people like him and Dillard behind. Maybe the future that was in front of them had to do with protecting banks and people like Bell. Maybe this was the first step down a road toward a sustainable future instead of a future that was obscure through gun smoke and whiskey filled fever dreams. He wasn't sure though. It all seemed a little too good to be true, that he and Dillard would just be put out to pasture at a bank. Surely the bandits would hit the bank, and then what? Then would the bank employees help them repulse those that would come aboard and steal, or would the bank employees be too afraid to do anything and just watch as Dillard and Jerry were killed in front of the.

              Jerry tried not to think about the future as the stagecoach made its way through town. All he thought about was what was right in front of him, Bell. Bell was an utterly beautiful woman. She was smart too, and great in bed. Pretty much everything that Jerry had always wanted. He never thought that he'd end up asking a woman that he and Dillard had both just fucked out on a date, but here he was, about to.

              “Uh, Bell . . .“ Jerry started and stopped.

              “Yes Jerry?” she replied.

              “I was wondering, after the ribbon cutting thing today, or whatever goes on, if you were busy tonight. Or if you had any plans or anything like that.”

              Bell looked like she didn't know what to do at first. It was probably a first for her as well, that a man that had just shared her with another man would then try to spend time with her in a romantic sense after that.

              “Well, I guess, nothing really . . .” Bell trailed off this time.

              Jerry wasn't sure what to say, so instead he switched seats so he was sitting with Bell and held her hand. She kept looking out the window nervously. Jerry glanced back at Dillard who gave him a knowing smile. Pat had been right, the front range was growing smaller and Jerry wanted to get out of the game they were playing. He wanted to cash out and be with a beautiful woman and keep Dillard as a friend. He hoped Dillard would understand, already knowing that he would. Hell, Jerry figured, Dillard will probably want to come with me!

              The bank was starting to sound less of an option in his head as they approached it, and could see it with their eyes. There were other things they could be. They could be policemen for all anyone here was concerned. They pretty much were already, even if it was just by happenstance and nothing else that drove them to do what they did. When they got to the bank everyone gathered around to watch Bell cut the ribbon. Right before she cut it she paused and smiled big at Jerry.

              Afterward there was a party, and the rest of Bell's and Jerry's life together. Dillard and Jerry would become officers of the law after that, and their reputation would help keep the front range peaceful for decades to come. The bank prospered and in turn brought a great economic boom to the area. Everyone was happy, especially Sheriff Pat. Without Jerry and Dillard running around stirring everything up trouble could be handled at the old Sheriff's pace, which was one that went slow but never stopped.

THE END

Diane thought about the trip that she was taking with the office folks by the lake. She was new in the company but had not really been looking forward to the trip. It was meant to be some sort of team building weekend event and being the big bodied woman that she was, it did not make her very comfortable, although she had to admit that there were quite a few hot guys at the office that she surely wouldn’t mind getting her hands on. At twenty-two, Diane Miller was a marketing executive with one of the most successful media companies in Miami, although she had been at the company for less than a month. She was really enjoying her time at the Pinewood Media Company and was especially fluttered by all of the handsome young guys that worked there, although she knew that they would probably never want anything to do with a bigger woman like her, preferring the other model-like women that were in plenty.

Sitting up on her elbow on the bed, she looked over at Andy, her boyfriend, still sleeping soundly with a stupid grin on his face. He was probably grinning because of all the love making they’d done through most of the night. He was a good guy. They met while they were still in college, and the one thing that she always liked about him was the fact that he had an insatiable appetite for sex and a remarkably big cock to go with it. Diane had an aggressive appetite for sex too, and it had begun back in the day when she was nineteen, and one of her father’s friends had taken advantage of them being alone and seduced her. His name was Mario, and she had known him from when she was a very young girl, and as she had transformed into a teenager, her body beginning to transform into a woman,

It seemed like as soon as she turned nineteen, she noticed Mario starting to look at her in strange ways, and many a time when nobody else was looking, she would find him staring at her breasts longingly. To her surprise, this would set off a spark within her, since she also found him sort of attractive. He started giving her a lot of attention and even started buying her somewhat extravagant gifts. His attention came at the right time, because most of the guys during her freshman year at college had considered her a fat slob, ignoring her and even making fun of her at times. One afternoon she went to Mario's place after he invited her over to get some movies that he had rented. When she got there, his wife was not around and he was scooting around in boxers, a thick hard love rod in his pants forming a tent within as soon as she walked in the door. She had felt an overwhelming sense of arousal, one that she had never experienced before, coursing through her body, and she had found herself getting wet in all the right places, her body beginning to throb with desire.

“Mario, umm, are you a little excited?” she asked, her hands trembling as she pointed at his crotch as he sat on the couch next to him.

“This joystick, honey, is the key to pleasure, come on, touch it,” he said, moving closer to her and taking a hold of her hand to place it onto the thickness, rubbing it over the pecker.

“Mario…” she muttered, her blood rushing through her body like a race car.

“It is okay, honey, touch it, do you like it?” he asked, and Diane could barely think straight as she nodded, her whole body alight with fire, a fire so intense she felt the need to have the cock inside her right away, breaking all the rules. She wanted it to break her virginity and pleasured her all the way into womanhood.

She slipped her hand into the waist of the boxers and wound her fingers around his cock, her fingers barely able to circle it, as she began jerking it up and down, wondering how it would feel inside her pussy.

“It is so big,” she said breathlessly as she rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading the precum that had built on the slit over his sensitive skin.

“I want you,” he said, moving even closer to her and easing his hand under her skirt, pushing it in between her thighs and further up towards the most sensitive spot of her body.

Diane's fleshy thighs were trembling as she parted them wider to give Mario better access to her pussy, knowing very well that her panties were soaking wet with her love juices. She felt his fingers rubbing over her panties, massaging her pussy lips and sending excitement throughout her sex. She felt as if she was going to faint when she felt him pulling aside the crotch of her panties, just as his hand slipped past them, his finger pushing into her sensitive entrance.

“Ohhh!” she groaned as he leaned his head towards her and fused his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately, massaging her lips with his as his finger began rubbing over her throbbing clit in circular motions.

Diane felt herself losing all of her inhibition as she surrendered to the man old enough to be her dad. To her, age did not matter; the only thing that mattered was that he desired her and was dying to make love to her, transform her into a real woman even though she was still relatively young and vulnerable. She pressed her body closer to his, kissing him deeper as she intensified the jerking of his dick, while his finger dived deep into her love slit. He began fingering her hard and fast, the first man to ever touch her sensitive spot, and she closed her eyes and listened to the pleasure she was feeling. Mario hooked his finger as he pulled the finger out, and she felt it touching a very sensitive spot within her folds. She moaned into his mouth as his finger brushed over her G spot, the heat within heightening. Suddenly, Diane felt a knot forming in her belly, and her pussy contracted over the finger within as she climaxed, Mario being the first person to ever make her come.