ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (281 page)

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Debra would have loved to have her cunt pleasured a little with foreplay, but she was feeling way too horny. She needed to feel a cock inside her pussy immediately, and most importantly, she wanted Rodney to be the first one to penetrate her. This was going to be the perfect payback to Becker for cheating on her with his secretary.  She was going to have two hard and wildly exciting cowboy cocks to play with and it excited her in ways that she could not explain. Another thing that she had noticed during the brief moments that she had spent with the two cowboys was that Rodney had a mad crush on her; he was in love with her, and just looking into his eyes told her all that she needed to know.

“I want you to make love to me, Rodney. I have a total crush on you. Actually, Ithink that I am sort of falling for you. I am going to let you share me with your friend here only for today, okay?” Debra said, getting up and adjusting herself in such a way that she was facing Rodney with her back to the windshield.

She straddled him, inching her dress even higher as Rodney noticed the way that the local folk were looking at them as if they had gone mad. Luckily, Mitchell sped away from town as Debra lowered herself onto him, taking a hold of his dick and guiding it into the hot folds of her cunt. She felt tight and delicious just like he had imagined the first time when he set his eyes on her, injured in the car yesterday.

“Oh fuck, you feel so huge and thick inside me,” she moaned as she lowered herself onto him until his dick was deeply inserted inside her pussy.

“Does it feel better than that of the asshole who made you cry earlier on?” Rodney asked as pleasure engulfed the whole of her body in ways she could imagine.

“Becker? The cheating asshole has a dick the size of your little finger. Screw him. I think I'm now hooked to the cock inside my pussy,” she breathed heavily as she began moving up and down on the dick, the sensations brought about by the friction of the male meat against her vagina walls making her moan out in delight.

She meant what she had just said; fuck Becker. The only man that she would ever want from this moment onwards would be this hardcore hunk of a cowboy that had his dick deep inside her folds. She rode him harder and faster, gripping his dick tightly every time that she pulled off him, the pleasure within her heightening until she felt as if she was going to die. His dick felt so thick and hard inside her, she could feel it pulling her clit in every time that she went down on him. He took a hold of her breasts and began massaging them hard as she lowered her head to his, their lips fusing tightly as they began kissing hungrily. Her lips parted readily as his tongue dove into her mouth, moving deep as she gave him a taste of the residue from Mitch’s cum. He seemed to enjoy it because he kissed her even more intensely as she rode him faster and harder. She rode him in long delicious strokes, taking the whole shaft into her cunt and then pulling out until just the head was inside the opening of her love slit.

She moaned into Rodney's mouth when she felt Mitch running his hand over her bare buttocks, pulling her dress higher. He then parted her butt cheeks a little wider and Debra held her breath when she felt him running a finger through her butt crack from the top, coming down to her butt hole before a finger pressed into the rim of her butt hole. Mitch pushed the finger deeper and deeper into her butt hole stopping every now and then to let the hole adjust to the new intrusion, and it was not long before Debra could feel the finger rubbing over the cock through the thin membrane that separated the two holes. That was all that it took to send her soaring over the Cliff. She felt a knot forming in her stomach just as an intense pleasure erupted through her body, her cunt creaming up deliciously over the cock within as it quaked over the thickness. Never in her life had Debra ever experienced anything like she was experiencing right now with these two cowboys in the Texas heat. She could not remember whether she screamed or simply moaned, but what she does remember is that she gripped her vagina walls tightly over the manhood, heightening the pleasure that they were both feeling.

“Oh fuck, I'm coming, I'm cominggg!” Rodney groaned, gripping her tightly by the hips as he drove his dick deep into her folds.

She gripped his dick even tighter as his heated juices came splashing into her cunt bringing her a pleasurable feeling that she was not sure she would ever be able to forget. She could feel his juices blending with her love juices, and it was then that it hit her that she was not using any form of protection. What if she left Texas with a cowboy baby in her belly? She would think about that later because all that mattered right now was the pleasure that she was feeling. She milked every drop of cum from Rodney's cock, making a point to ask Mitch to wear a condom if at all he intended to penetrate her today.

TO BE CONTINUED

That Night With My Best Friends

             
Jon had been working hard all day in the fields around the small community college. During the summer he always worked in the peach orchards and some of the small vineyards around the western slopes of Colorado's Rocky Mountains. Something about working outside always put his mind at ease. The way the opaline sky seemed to rear up over him as if he were in a snow globe sans the snow. Not that there couldn't be hail storms in the summer, though. The weather around the mountains could be extremely volatile at times, and although Denver and the surrounding metro seemed to get the worst of it, as storm clouds built had their energy wrung out by the mountains onto the eastern slopes, that didn't mean there weren't times that weather patterns couldn't curl back when they came in contact with the imposing range. Maybe that's why Jon liked working outside, in the shadow of the range's spine; every day was different, and some days were sublime in the scary way.

              But the day had been kind, the whole way through. And as the sun blazed on planes to the west Jon walked home with a loping stride. Early in the morning, when the peach trees had been slick with dew, he'd foolishly climbed up in one to get at a certain peach that had caught his eye near the very top of the trees crown. As he'd climbed a voice in his head belonging to his long passed father had told him to be careful, that nature needed to be respected, and sometimes that meant not getting what you wanted right away because you had to wait until the earth thought time was right. But Jon had shrugged off the whispers of advice from a long dead parent as a manifestation of his tired brain trying to make sense of a crippling hangover. When he thought back on it now, maybe he should have listened. But he hadn't. So he'd climbed and climbed only to lose his grip on the very branch the piece of fruit he wanted hung, and came tumbling down. It seemed like he'd hit every branch on the way down, that every little twig and snag that had been on the tree had taken its turn poking and prodding him, tearing his clothes and scratching his skin. The lesson hadn't stop there, because when he'd landed on the ground with a
thud
he'd sprained his knee. The rest of the work day had lay before him and he'd had no choice but to press on. The kind of business he was in didn't allow for days off.

              So he'd limped through the day, picking fruit the old fashioned way, with one of those long poles equipped on the end with a metal cage to scoop the fruit of the branch. He didn't have it in him to climb any more of the trees that day, which meant that some of the fruit went unharvested. As Jon climbed into the shower and cranked up the heat he thought about how he'd have to get up early tomorrow and head to the vineyard he was surveying for a friend so he could leave early and go to the orchard to get the rest of the fruit from the tops of the trees. There was no way that he'd be able to leave that much money just sitting up the branches, and there was no way that he could bail on his friend who needed him to take a look at his vineyard—the rose patches that he planted at the end of every row were sick. Roses, delicate as they are, serve as a kind of of canary in the coal mind when it comes to the world of wine, being sacrificial plants that raise an alarm. Jon was supposed to examine the roses and see what might be ailing them. He hoped, as he scrubbed his body with soap, that there wouldn't be any trouble figuring out what was going on.

              If he had to take samples from the vineyard back to the college to be analyzed for fungus and other things then he'd have to head there right after, and call in a favor. One of his best friends, Ben, was working in the Biochemistry lab. The lab was small, and often times there wasn't any available space for activities that weren't school related, but it was the only way to for sure identify the kind of fungus. If it was a fungus. Jon hoped that it wasn't considering how much of a headache a fungus could be. If the problem were just insects then he figured that his friend would have taken care of it of her own accord. By the time he was out of the shower and toweling off on his porch the sun was setting.

              Jon headed to be, eager to get the busy day ahead of him underway.

              “It doesn't look good, Kate,” Jon said.

              Kate stood over his shoulder, hugging herself with crossed arms.

              “What do you think it is?” she asked.

              Kate and Jon had dated for a little bit in high school, but it had been nothing serious. Jon didn't even think they had kissed or fooled around. But he couldn't be so sure about that. They had both been heavy drinkers in high school, as many young people are that don't realize how much their early years should be cherished before they disappear like so much sand through an hourglass. Now Kate was readying to head off to graduate school, having already completed her four year at Denver University. She didn't know what one she'd be going to, but she knew that if she were to be accepted anywhere she'd be out the door on the road in a heartbeat. The vineyard was her parents, and she was just doing her best to be a supportive daughter and help them out by having Jon come and look at the roses. They both knew Ben, and now that Jon thought about it Kate dated Ben as well. Jon was pretty sure they'd at least made out, maybe even hooked up. He wasn't sure why he was thinking about all this now as he squat down to the earth before a sickly looking patch of roses.

              “I'm going to have to take it to Ben at the community college to get it looked at,” Jon said. “I just can't be sure what kind of fungus it is, and if it's one that only effects roses then it isn't that big of a deal and we shouldn't freak out. But if it is one of the many fungi that can jump from rose to grapevine then maybe we should panic a little bit and spray everything with a mild fungicide.”

              Kate gasped. As an organic Vegan she didn't like it when anything involved chemicals. She'd probably hoped it was insects so she could buy a bunch of Lady Bugs and let them loose around the place in big clouds of scarlet that would hunt down the offending insect species and eradicate it with the Lady Bugs insatiable hunger. But that option was way off the table now, and Jon would have to, for sure, take a few roses to the community college to get a work up done. He could tell that some kind of fungus was growing on the roses, but just as he was afraid of the night before, there was now way for him to tell what kind of fungus.

              “How is Ben these days?” Kate asked softly.

              Jon felt a weird pang of jealousy as he stood and turned to talk to Kate after clipping a few roses to take with him.

              “Pretty good,” Jon said. “I must say I'm surprised that you don't know. I thought you two were getting a little cozy a few months ago from the Facebook activity I was seeing.”

              When he said it he knew he shouldn't have, but just a fraction of a second too late to stop himself. Jon knew that he should have known better. What kind of person brought that kind of thing up? He knew that he sounded innocently enough but given the jealousy pangs he was getting he should have just kept his mouth shut and answered her questions.

              “Well,” Kate said, her lip trembling. “We did get close for awhile, but then things got stressful for both of us and we just couldn't turn it into something that would be really special, so we decided to put it aside for later. But now that I'm heading out of state soon I need to tell him something.”

              Jon felt another one of the jealousy pangs shoot through him. It was so unlike him to get this way. He couldn't believe that he was letting Kate's feeling for Ben make him feel insecure about himself. But why hadn't Kate been more attracted to him? Maybe it was Ben's good looks, with his flowing black hair that curled into locks. Kate had similar black hair, and both of them where wisp thin, while Jon was thick and well built from laboring outdoors when he wasn't working at the community college as a tutor. Maybe it was because Kate liked people that were more her own style, and less of Jon's blue collar work ethic. He tried to shake off the feeling he didn't like that had just coursed through him as he asked Kate what she wanted him to tell Ben.

              “So, uh, what is it exactly that you want me to tell him?” Jon asked.

              He had a sinking feeling he knew what she was going to say, and it was the one thing that he didn't want to tell Ben. But he'd asked anyway. Like an idiot. Just like he always did. Jon hated himself for how he opened his mouth and plunged into everything. Long ago it had driven him from drinking because of all the bar fights he couldn't talk himself out of, or ended up talking himself into. And now he was going to end up having to transmit a message that was going to make him feel insecure about himself for reasons he was having trouble wrapping his mind around. Why would he care if Kate was in love with Ben? But was she really in love? And who was he, Jon, to judge what love was, or if Kate was really in love? Jon knew that deep down it was sick and twisted that he couldn't just accept that Kate loved Ben and move on, especially since he and Kate hadn't been on romantic terms pretty much ever.