ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (137 page)

              “All right, boys,” she said. “Ron, you lay on your back, and Ben, you get behind me.”

              Jen took Ron's throbbing cock in one smooth motion as she sat down on it. Ben then got behind her and rubbed the head of his cock against her asshole. She knew that he was going to have to work it in slow, but she also knew that it was going to be fucking awesome. So when he gingerly started to apply pressure Jen just thought about relaxing so it was easier. Soon Ben was deep in her ass and she couldn't believe how filled up she felt. It was a good feeling, one she'd never really been able to experience before. She'd heard from some of her girlfriends that there wasn't anything like getting fucked by two guys at once, but this was the first time anything like this had ever happened to her. As she bounced on Ron's cock Ben gave it to her from behind.

              Jen could tell she was building up to another orgasm, and could tell by how hard both of the men were they were as well. She hoped that she'd be able to hold off until the last moment so that her orgasm was the best it could be, but knew that at this point she was pretty out of control of her own body. She was just glad she was taking their dicks so well. She'd wondered when Ron had walked in if she'd be able to. It was one thing to be super horny and unable to contain oneself, but it was another thing to actually take both dicks at the same time.

              “Oh fuck,” Ron said as he grasped her hips and pulled her down to grind her clit against him. “Fuck I'm going to fucking come so hard inside of you. You're pussy feels so fucking good I can't believe it. Oh fuck!”
              Jen could feel Ron's cock twitch and pulse inside of her. He was shooting rope after rope of his seed deep into her pussy and it couldn't have felt any better. At the same time she felt Ben grip her hips from behind and start to empty himself deep into her ass. She was loving every second of it, gyrating her hips to maximize how good it felt. When it was all over they lay in a big pile of intertwined arms and legs. Jen drifted off to sleep with both of the men still inside of her.

              This time the dream wasn't one that was easily discerned as such. She wasn't on the cruise ship anymore, but instead was back in the Midwest where she'd grown up. She couldn't remember how she'd come to be in the middle of a prairie watching watching massive thunderheads move in, but here she was. In the distance the approaching storm front dropped bolt after bolt onto the plain, making a few groves of trees burst into flames. Before she had time to seek cover the clouds were over her and around her, it seemed like the whole world had gone dark and turned to thunder and lightening. But then the rain came, and it was gentle and soothing. It was almost as if the little droplets weren't rain at all, but something else entirely, as they hit her face and evaporated into something that smelled like rose petals and earth.

              Then suddenly there was a break in the darkness and the sun shown through. It was something that Jen was so glad to see the feeling almost overwhelmed her. Then she knew she was dreaming, not because of how surreal everything was, but because she saw the outline of the larger lesson that her mind was trying to convey to her. And it wasn't one that said she shouldn't have slept with those men, not at all. Instead it was a message that told her the future would just fine, and not to worry so much about her ex husband or the kids. Sure, she needed to keep track of her children, obviously, and do right by them. But she didn't need to fret like they were going to a third world, war torn country to try to make it as street urchins.

              As she made her way to the top of a hill behind her, wading through the prairie grass. When Jen got to the top of the hill she looked out across the plain and wondered what the rest of her life had in store for her. She always got caught up in thinking about all the time that had already gone by, when really she needed to be thinking about what she would do with all the time she had left. Why focus on things that were already done, and most certainly couldn't be undone. Her ex husband couldn't get her to take him back because there just simply wasn't a way to un-ring the bell.

              Jen could feel the ground shifting underneath of her. She figured that the men must be waking up around her and moving around the bed. She wondered what they thought of her, and then realized that they probably didn't think anything at all. Not all people were judgmental like she was used to. Some people just wanted to live and experience things.

              Jen could feel herself waking.

              When she woke both of the men were gone. There was some kind of note left on the bathroom mirror. Jen didn't look at it though. It seemed so trivial to leave some note that would try to minimize what just happened, like there was anything to minimize. Or maybe Ben would let it be a beautiful thing and not mar it with his words, as nice as his words could be. Jen just didn't feel in the mood to be let down by someone's ill conceived notion of her and what had just happened. So she did just what she wanted to do, she got up and got dressed and headed out to see what else was going on that day for the cruise.

              She ended up heading below deck and running into her parents who were just finishing up gambling so they could make it to the next island tour. They asked Jen if she wanted to come but she said no. Instead she sat at one of the slot machines without doing anything and just thought about her life some more, even though she knew it was the last thing that she needed to be doing. What she really needed to do was just ignore it, as counter intuitive as that seemed.

              “Well hello,” Ben said sitting down at the slot opposite of the one she was staring at, so he could play his and speak to her at the same time. “How are you?”

              “Not so great, I guess,” Jen said. “Nothing to do with you our your brother though. Just more to do with how things are going right now on the home front.”

              “You said something about that,” Ben said. “You're old man lost his mind and left you?”

              “I don't know what happened,” Jen said. “I keep wanting to throw him under the bus and be like, 'Fuck whatever reason he thinks is legit,' but at the same time I work
a lot.
Much more than was probably fair to him.”

              “Yeah,” Ben said. “But what the fuck is he doing running off like that?”

              Jen shook her head without answering.

              “And he took the kids,” she said.

              Ben grimaced.

              “So what do you plan on doing when you get back?” he asked, pulling the slot machine's handle after dropping some money in.

              “I guess I'm just going to go back and start over, you know? I'm going to go back and work and not give a flying fuck about the asshole who didn't think I was worth keeping around for whatever reason. I'm going to start dating again and be single for a long while. I'll take the kids back if he can't hack being a dad, which I really doubt at this point, but I'm not taking him back. There just isn't anyway. And I know he'll throw this cruise in my face because I obviously took it to escape what was going on. But fuck him. You know? And do you know what he had the nerve to call me for before I got on the fucking ship? Get this. Help. He wanted me to help him somehow.”
              Ben's brow furrow at what Jen said, and from the noises his slot was making, at his loss. He pulled the handle again.

              “Help?” Ben said. “Isn't it a little late to ask you for your help after he's already taken off with the kids to places unknown? Sounds like he came down from whatever weird antidepressant they had him on and realized that he needs you more than he wanted to admit to himself.”

              Jen rolled her eyes.

              “Maybe so,” she said. “But that doesn't mean that I need him, especially after the stunt he just pulled. I could give a fuck less about people like him. People that just want you there when you are a convenience and never any other time. I guess that's most people though, isn't it? I mean, how many people do you meet that are super genuine and nice and actually give a fuck about people that aren't them? Like, none of them. But how many people do you meet that absolutely are completely and totally self absorbed.”

              Jen and Ben talked for a number of hours from behind their respective slots, about everything ranging from life to sex to death and drugs. Afterward Ben asked Jen if she wanted to go up to the top deck and see how it looked in the night. When they got there she couldn't believe how good the stars looked and how the ocean sounded lapping against the hull of the ship. Just when she thought they were about to head back down Ben grabbed her and bent her over the same railing she had leaned over earlier in the night. Without speaking he rubbed her slit until it was nice and wet and then started fucking her.

              Jen tried to be quiet but just couldn't manage it. So he moaned and groaned until quite the audience had built up below them. People were waiving and cheering, urging them on. It turned on Jen so much that she could feel an orgasm building up, but she was almost to embarrassed to let herself come. What if one of the people was videotaping? Or what if she made a weird noise? She didn't get much more time than that to think about it as an orgasm rocked her body again. She could feel her knuckles go white around the railing as she tried to hold on while her body bucked and convulsed with the discharge of built up stimuli. It was the best feeling in the world. And just as she stopped coming she could feel Ben start to come as he grunted, filling her pussy up with another load of his hot jizz. She loved how his cock pulsed his spunk deep into her pussy, and how he smacked her ass when he was done, before he pulled out.

              “Oh God, how many people do you think were watching?” Jen asked as they both crept away from the railing.

              “No idea,” Ben said. “It's hard to tell. And it's not like I have much experience telling.”

              They parted ways and Jen headed down to her parents room. They weren't back yet, which she realized wouldn't happen until tomorrow if it was night now. They were probably in some complimentary hotel on the island, resting up from all of the tours and shops they'd gone through today, and waiting to wake up and see even more tomorrow. That was one thing about her parents, even when they weren't that interested in whatever it was they were doing they always managed to have fun no matter what.

              As Jen lay in bed she wondered what they would think of her after tonight, if they knew all the stuff that had happened. It was easy just to assume they would never find out, because most likely they wouldn't, but in the off chance that they did she figured that they'd just have to take it well.

              Jen could feel her drifting off to sleep again, but she didn't think she would have any dreams this time. She felt too tired to dream anymore. When she fell asleep it was nothing but the inky blackness of unconsciousness that greeted her, and nothing else. There were no lessons to learn, or things to see. Not even another giant whale to cast its gaze on her.

              When her parents finally made it back to the room the next day she was glad to see them. They sat and talked and talked about everything. Jen was glad she had family she could count on, and even more so now that she'd decided that her ex was out of her life forever. As the sun set on the cruise ship and she and her parents talked she realized she was so lucky to have this opportunity to start over again. She realized that there was much more to her life yet to be experienced, and she was glad for that. She was glad for a lot of things.

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THE END

H

Heart of the Nobleman

              The carriage rocked from side to side while William de Mort gazed out of the open window. His eyes fixed on the castle that dominated the lush green valley. The castle’s tall rectangular keep sat safely behind a stone ring of imposing fortifications. Still, the young Baron felt unimpressed and slammed the shutter closed.  “To think I inherited this... No wonder they call father, Berty the bastard.”

~

              At the castle’s gatehouse William stepped out of the carriage onto the cobblestones where he was met by the castle’s chamberlain. William looked down his nose at the skinny fair haired man. “And you are?”

              “I am Peter, my Liege. The castle’s chamberlain.”

              “So you are supposedly my right-hand man.”

              Peter did not possess the confidence to meet William’s cold stare. “I run the castle on a day to day basis. If you want anything at anytime, my Liege, then just let me know.”

              “My father told me that you could be relied upon.”

              “Then Baron Bertrand was a man of good judgment.”

              “That may be so. But I reserve the right to make my own judgment.”

~

Walking up the damp and drafty spiral staircase William grumbled to his chamberlain who followed closely behind. “I’ve been on this land less than a week, and I’m already missing Normandy.” He shoved open the wooden door and stepped out onto the battlements of his castle. “It kills me to think that I’ll have to spend my days here...” Letting out a desperate sigh, William stared at the rain sodden and tumbledown settlement. “...in fucking England” The small town was dissected by a dark snaking river. Both halves of the settlement were joined by a stone small humpback bridge. “Such luck has made me believe that not just my father, but God himself must hate me.”