ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (89 page)

                      I got on top of the blonde while the brunette watched.  I buried his face into my tits, smothering him and not caring if he suffocated.  I mean, what a way to go, right?  When I finally lifted his face from my chest, he looked like a boy on Christmas Eve who got to unwrap the biggest present under the tree.  When I finally took his cock inside of me, I could hear the other one panting as he watched.  It was unbelievable, that now I could roll my hips as I rocked him inside of me, that I could slap him in the face with my breasts, and that he quickly grew so excited that he could barely keep me on top of him on the couch.

                      We were bucking, his balls were slapping against me, and he had squeezed his eyes shut and was murmuring something under his breath.  It was seriously distracting me, so I got off his penis, feeling it slide out from beneath me, wet with my fluids, and put my pussy right on his mouth.  He got to work straight away, not even disappointed, and I heard his buddy groan out loud from where he was watching us.  I guess he really liked what he saw, because I got hit in the back with his cum a few minutes later when he walked over to finish near us.

                      Blondie was sucking on my clit as if his life depended on it, and pretty soon, the tremors had overtaken me.  I clamped my full thighs around his head as I gushed into his mouth, squeezing my tits so hard it almost hurt.  When I was done, I was light-headed, it was so good.  I flopped down on the couch next to him, gasping with the exertion.

                      “Nice work,” I told him, patting his naked thigh.

                      “Thanks, you were great, too, Claire,” he answered.

                      “Well, aren’t you just—what did you just call me?”

                      I’m sailing back into my body, and everything is rushing, like those poorly-filmed telenovelas where you can tell it’s all live action.  I don’t want to, but I turn around and look at the blond NFL pro.

                      It’s Rob.

                      “It’s good now that you’ve got all these great curves,” he says, his voice seeming to float out above my head, and he moves so he’s framing me with his arms on the couch.  “Never thought I’d fuck you, Claire.”

                      What the HELL is happening?

                      And that’s when I hear it, all around me.  Claire.  Claire.  Claire.  And it’s getting louder and louder, and everything around me is growing dimmer.  The men’s faces are morphing, oozing and stretching in front of me like taffy candy, and suddenly, I’ve got this horrendous headache and my mouth tastes all funny and gritty.

                      “Claire.”

                      No.

                      “Claire, stay with me.  The doctors are with you now.”

                      No, not you.  I AM you.

                      “Go away,” I mumble, and my tongue is thick.

                      “She’s back!” I hear Marissa’s voice cry out happily.  “Damn woman, I thought we lost you,” she whispers to me, like it’s a secret.

                      I close my eyes again, unwilling to accept that there’s no tomorrow.  I try to block out her voice, but it’s cutting through my every will to drop through a hole and die right here, right now.

                      There are no footballers.  No leopard thongs.  No red dresses and black stiletto heels.

                      There’s just my gorgeous, curvy friend, and I’ll be damned if she hasn’t turned out to be a keeper.

THE END

Double Seduction

The semester was coming to an end and Lara was looking forward to going back to London for the holidays. She had missed home dearly and she was also looking forward to going to France for the holiday that her dad had promised her. She had convinced him to sponsor her on a trip to Paris, pretending that she was going on a French exchange program with the college. She had heard that there were many hot men in France and that the French men were very exciting when it came to passion and seduction. Lara was a sex addict, even though at times she could not admit it. She and her best friend, Debra had sort of become addicted to sex from an early age. Born and raised in Manchester, they had begun having flings with boys from a very tender teenage age, fooling around after school before their parents got back from work.

For Lara it had all began in a very strange way. She was fifteen when she had come home from school one day, and when she was in her bedroom trying to do her homework, she had noticed commotion in the window in the apartment adjacent to theirs. Curious, Lara had moved closer to her window and looked out at the neighbor’s house, and there she had seen their chauffeur making out with the lady of the house while her husband was away. It had been the  most intense and arousing love making that she could ever had imagined, and Lara had never been able to get it out of her mind from that time. They had kissed hungrily, holding each other tightly with the chauffeur’s hand squeezing the lady’s buttocks and the huge hard erection in his pants had not missed Lara's eyes.

The woman had been so horny, she had practically ripped off the chauffeur’s clothes starting with his hat followed by his jacket and pants. She then tore off her gown and Lara had noted the difference in their bodies. The woman was large and voluptuous with huge breasts and a big ass, while the chauffeur had been a lean guy with hard muscles. The only huge thing about him was his delicious looking dick, which the woman had gone ahead and crouched before him to start sucking on. The looks on both the chauffeur and the woman had been priceless and Lara could remember swearing to herself that she would one day experience such a thing. They had gone ahead and made mad love in so many different positions, some of which Lara had never thought were possible. For the first time in her life, on that day Lara had felt horny, a burning heat that would forever stay with her. One of the things that got Lara really aroused was that just like her, the woman was heavier set. Lara was a young girl back then, but she had a big body that made her look older than she actually was.

By the time that she was sixteen, she could easily be confused for a nineteen year old, and it was then that she went about seducing the mail man, a young guy in his late teens who would bring mail to the house every day. She had answered the door dressed in just a see through negligee and no lingerie, and she invited him in an attempt to seduce him, offering him a cup of tea since the weather outside was cold. Reluctantly, he had entered the house and then she had spilled water on him ‘by mistake’. One thing led to another and he popped her cherry in her bedroom, on her bed, giving her the first taste of something that she would later never get enough of. The mail man's cock had not been as huge and impressive as other dicks that she played with later on, but it introduced her to the wild and wonderful world of sex. From that time onwards, she’d had sex so many times, she had lost count.

She and Debra had even once made out with one of her father’s business partners during one of the many cocktail parties that were held at her residence. However, the peak of her erotic madness was when she was about twenty years old and made out with her best friend's dad when he found her at his house waiting for her daughter. She had been lying by the swimming pool enjoying the nice summer heat in a string bikini that pretty much hid nothing, especially the thong, which left her luscious pussy lips visible for whoever wanted to see. Luckily, it had been at Debra's place and so there were no other people to see her other than her dad, who came back unexpectedly from the office. His cock had become fully hard almost instantly, and he began seducing her. Unable to resist such a forbidden dick, she went ahead and let him do dirty things to her right there and then under the scorching sun and in the pool. Had Debra arrived home five minutes earlier, she would have caught Lara and her dad making out like it was the end of the world. Debra's father hurried into the house, while Lara had dashed out of the yard through the backyard gate, pretending to arrive minutes later.

“Still thinking about the trip to Europe?” Debra asked, interrupting her thoughts as both girls packed their suitcases.

“Yeah, I'm actually excited in a funny sort of way. I have a feeling that this is going to be the trip of our lives,” Lara said to her best friend.

“Me too, there is just this intuition that I have deep within me telling me that something is going to happen, but I can't quite imagine what it is,” Debra smiled, zipping up her suitcase.

“Well then, the cab will be here soon and we will never find out if we don’t get going,” Lara said, dragging her suitcases to the door just as the doorbell rang.

They chattered excitedly in the cab on the way to the airport. They talked about what to expect during the trip to France, where they were going to visit in Paris and Marseille. For their folks, it was an educational tour, but for them it was more of an erotic exploration tour. Both women were on the bigger side, which was the thing that had first brought them together when they were still kids, and then there was the fact that both women liked having naughty fun. Maybe it was their plump physiques, or maybe they are the ones who had infected each other's minds, but they found themselves hornier than regular women, never seeming to get enough of a good cock. On a number of occasions they had shared men and totally enjoyed it without regret, but in most occasions, they had their own sexual escapades and discussed it later.

“You know what,” Lara confessed as they got out of the cab. “I've always wondered what it would feel like to be fucked on a plane. I’ve heard that orgasms at 40,000 feet are super intense.”

“Just might be your luck, there goes a shooting star, go ahead and make your wish and it might come true,” Debra said, pointing into the sky after paying the cab driver.

“I really don’t believe in that sort of thing, but since you say so,” Lara said, looking at the sky silently.

They made their way to the departure lounge of the airport and sat waiting for their take off time. As usual, Debra had roving eyes and studied all of the potential people that might interest her on the flight within minutes, and having looked around, she looked back at Lara, who was also looking in the direction that Debra had just been looking. There were the two most striking men that she had ever laid her eyes on, and they were pretending not to look at her when in reality they were. They looked like twins, were both tall and well-built, and amazingly dressed. The two men were the sexiest men that Lara had ever set her eyes on and almost looked as if they were sex gods sent down from heaven because of the way that her body reacted just looking at them. As she saw their eyes following a petite blonde with an hourglass figure who passed by them, she thought they would never be interested in someone with a body like her.

*****

“Check out what we have there,” Chris told his brother, gesturing to the two large women that were sitting across from them in the departure lobby. “They are looking our way; don’t let them know that we are checking them out.”

“Wow, it looks like this could turn out be a really good flight. I was just beginning to think about how boring the flight would be,” Joe said, checking out the blonde haired and the dark head goddesses seated opposite them through the corner of his eyes and swallowing hard when he saw the blonde's fleshy thighs sticking out of her short dress deliciously.

Both Joe and Chris had always been suckers for women with bigger bodies, although neither of them had ever gotten the chance to be with one. Being twins brothers, the two were alike in very many ways and even shared the same passion and fetishes. At the age of twenty five, both men were now superstars playing on one of the major league football teams as fly halves, and they usually had a lot of women chasing after them. Many of those were however the usual skinny women that they would just have sex with to quench their desires, but never women who would actually bring out the inner passion that burned within them. Now looking at the two hot women seated before them, Joe felt his insides melting, and especially when he looked at the blonde's fleshy tanned thighs, a clear indicator that she spent a lot of time either in her bikini or in short skirts and dresses like the one that she had on right now. He felt his cock shifting in his pants, and he had to concentrate his mind on willing it not to get hard and embarrass him here in front of all these people waiting to board the plane. He was especially self-conscious that the beauties in front of him would particularly think that he was some horny nut who got a hard on looking at every broad.

The huge speakers soon announced that it was time for them to board their flight, and Joe and Chris got up and filed out of the room towards the plane. The women were right in front of them, and Joe couldn’t help but feast his eyes on the way that they were swaying their butts from side to side, and especially the blonde, who he had a mad crush on her, just like his brother. As they were making their way out of the door, the blonde woman suddenly dropped one of her bags and Joe ran right into it, almost stumbling.

“I'm really sorry about that,” she said, stopping quickly and turning to hold his hand so that she could steady him.

As their hands connected together, Joe felt a jolt of electricity going through his body all the way to his crotch and making his dick stifle in his pants. as she turned to look at him, he looked into the most alluring blue eyes that he had ever seen, and there was something burning within them, something almost like desire, passion filled desire that would made him slightly blush.