The wolf pack, p.9
The Wolf Pack, page 9
I slowly disrobed, one button after the other revealing pieces of my porcelain skin. There was a wave of electricity and I ceased all movement, barely able to look at them in the eyes. A moment to reflect was all that it took, to make me realize this was what I wanted.
“We understand this is a lot to handle and we want you to know we feel the same way. It might not seem like it but we’ve never met a woman like you. There’s something special about you.” Wesley was playing the mediator, letting his syrupy words conduct a symphony between my legs.
“I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m sure every woman has thought about it at some point but never thought in a million years they would actually do it. The three of you have made this easy but I still have reservations. I know all of you better than the back of my hand and yet we’ve never met face to face until recently.” I wasn’t some kind of trophy to be passed around and I considered myself a lady with a lot to offer.
The red silk sheets were a nice texture against my fingers and I was having this sexual awakening. My mind conjured up several different positions consisting of three men. It hardly scratched the surface.
“We can take this as slow as you want. Just remember we would never consciously hurt you. Getting to know you after all these years has shown us what a remarkable young lady you have turned out to be. It has been my pleasure to see you blossom.” It appeared Wesley wasn’t the only one who could say the right things and Callan was pulling out all the stops to put me in the right frame of mind.
Crosby walked over and knelt at my feet on one knee. He took my hand and placed the palm against his lips, where he gently kissed the sensitive skin, to make me stare at him unabashedly. They weren’t about manhandling the merchandise and were treating me with the respect I deserved. It was the little things like the twinkle in his eyes to encourage me to give them a chance. They didn’t gang up on me but they watched intently from the shadows dancing over the wall, courtesy of the lighted candles.
I shivered and gulped looking Crosby in the eyes. He popped the last buttons with expert care, to let me feel the warmth of his hands on my bare shoulders. I really wanted more, but the words escaped me, hanging by a thread on the tip of my tongue. He kissed me softly and the world melted around me until we were the only two people in the room. His tongue gently pried open my lips where he found an invitation to pursue.
A very low whimper had him pushing me back onto the bed with my sky blue blouse flung haphazardly into the air. It was a good thing I'd had the semblance of mind to grab my pile of clothing, when I had made a mad dash for the car after being hunted like an animal.
Crosby had a body to admire and to worship but he was wearing way too many clothes. I quickly rectified that miscarriage of justice with my eager hands hastily and awkwardly pulling at his buttons.
His five o'clock shadow rubbed against my face and I had an image of him between my legs, scratching the inside of my thighs with those bristles. His tongue ignited the nerve endings on the palate of my mouth, tickling and sending those signals in a southerly direction. My legs squirmed underneath him and they spread with my leather skirt riding high on my hips, exposing the stain of my arousal inside my virginal white lace panties. His finger made contact and I could feel the pad of his thumb against my clit through the fabric.
I sighed deeply when the kiss ended, breathing a little quicker than normal. He was getting the job done and building the pressure until something was going to give. It was about letting go and taking a chance by jumping into the deep end without water wings. His mouth was on my neck licking in tiny circles, to hold me hostage to the orgasm that was laying dormant, ready to awaken.
My eyes were glazed over, unfocused, but I could see through the slits how the other two were advancing slowly, one step at a time. The hand between my legs was joined by two others until the ripping of the material made my heart stop for one single moment in time. My bare mound was touched and fondled with whispers of impropriety in the air.
“God help me… I want this more than I am willing to admit. I’ve often thought about what the three of you might look like. I have to say I have these strange and wonderful feelings but they are different for each one of you. Together you make the perfect man and I have the bonus of three spectacularly muscular guys at my mercy.” My legs were lifted and I felt Callan place them over his strong and capable shoulders.
Something wet and sticky touched my cheek and I turned to greet the cock sticking out of Wesley’s pants. I was running hot and burning up from the inside out. There were these little pops of color and nothing else mattered.
My mouth opened and my hand gravitated toward the base of Wesley’s cock. I was lighting him up with flickers of my tongue to encourage his bad behavior of thrusting his hips into my face. It was like we had known each other all of our lives, completely uninhibited and ready to take it to the next level. I threaded my fingers up and down his length, soaking it with my spit, to taste the product of his arousal on the tip leaking profusely.
They had raised me up into the light and I felt like I was on this pedestal in a superior position. My body arched and the only piece of clothing I was wearing was my skirt hiked up around my waist. This was a turning point in the fork in the road.
This was not a question but a lesson of being completely open to the possibilities. My knees had parted over his shoulders and Callan’s hot breath was that unpredictable factor. I was going to lose my virginity and I couldn’t think of a better way than to let them in. His tongue slithered up and down those lips avoiding direct contact with my clit which was begging for attention. I could actually feel it throbbing in expectation and then I moaned around the head of Wesley’s cock.
My other hand was lifted and I could feel the heat of another cock wrapped in my fingers. It was a sensory overload. We were a prisoner of the tiny bubble of existence we had created in this room. Their bodies slowly revealed what my eyes couldn’t seem to get enough of.
My juices were tickling the inside of my thighs and Callan, shoving his tongue between my legs, forced me to accept my situation with a guilty grin on my face.
“You look so damn beautiful and you’re practically glowing,” Wesley stammered with the length of his manhood slipping easily in and out of my mouth.
I had two guys on their knees next to my head while another was sampling my wares. I was going crazy, moaning incessantly, and then I turned and sucked Crosby. His fingers ran lovingly through my hair pulling at the locks to give me an idea of how dominant they could be if given the chance. I was still stroking Wesley, with his groans and guttural grunts of satisfaction echoing in my ears.
Callan had his tongue deep inside me and I was surprised to learn of his talent in this certain department. I always took him for a meat and potatoes kind of guy. It was nice to see him stretch his wings and gauge my experience by the reaction he was causing. The twitching of my inner thighs, along with the way that my toes were curling over his shoulders, must’ve been a sure sign.
I reached my breaking point with my eyelids fluttering and I came with my upper body suspended, with Callan’s hands underneath me squeezing the pliable cheeks of my ass. I'd had no idea what I was going to experience but it far surpassed my expectations. I had to be careful about using my sharp teeth, grazing the shaft of the one inside of my mouth caused him to buck.
“I’m trying hard to understand how this can be happening. It’s seamless, we don’t even have to think about it, everything fits and there’s not a wasted motion between us,” Crosby said with his voice cracking, a bead of sweat running down the bridge of his nose.
I needed this more than I did breathing. I never thought I could be overwhelmed with such pleasing sensations, they took my breath away.
Wesley and Crosby took advantage of my compromising position by leaning down and sucking the tips of my nipples into their mouths at the same time. My orgasm grabbed me by the throat and squeezed until I could barely get any air into my lungs. My composure crumbled and I felt the world swallow me up with a loud outcry of pleasure changing my features into a mask of euphoria.
My hands still had ahold of both of them and I could feel their masculine presence throbbing in my fists. The prolonged excitement was enhanced by the way Callan was continuing to dart his tongue in and out between my legs. There was no trying to pretend having them there with me didn’t affect me on a profound level.
I thrashed madly, twisting and turning on the sheets, with my fingernails ripping through them like they were made of butter. I was biting my tongue but it didn’t hold back the pleased squeals escaping my lips. Having my nipples sucked at the same time and then gently bitten on the tips, had me flying by the seat of my pants. Every muscle was tensing and I could feel them pulsating with a life of their own.
I was panting with that last breath, wanting more of where that climax had come from and knowing exactly where to get it.
I came down with the aftermath of my orgasm slowly subsiding, letting me see the beaming smiles of appreciation on their faces. I lifted my head with whatever energy I had left, straining to see how Callan was holding onto my ankles, standing at attention, ready to break through the last of my resistance.
Chapter Fourteen
There was this complete silence, void of any noise, and I could feel Callan getting a different kind of kiss on the tip of his cock. The heat generated from our foreplay had those lips glistening, quite puffy and ready for him. He was the elder of the three and it felt right to give in to his advances. I stared at him, still stroking the other two, with the sticky evidence of their arousal clinging to my fingertips.
Callan was waiting until I realized that the time had come. There was no way I could take my eyes off of what was about to happen. His knob was angry looking, with a purple color, along with the crisscross of his blue veins.
His muscles were well defined, including the one between his legs. It slowly began to sink into me with one long continuous stroke. There was a slight tugging but any pain was overshadowed by the pleasure being inflicted on me.
“Breathe through it, just as I taught you through meditation. Immerse yourself into the sensations and let it wash over you like a warm bath. Enjoy it and know that your pleasure is ours.” Wesley was fucking my fist and Crosby had the same idea with my fingers squeezing.
My eyes went wide at the implication of what Callan had the fortune to do.
He was balls deep and I could feel the swelling evidence of his hungry lust for me boiling over. I was ready to feel the flood of his excitement but he had other ideas. Becoming still, wrapped in the tight warm glove of my sexual favor, was necessary to sustain him. He was gambling on time being enough to control those tendencies. It was easy to recognize the signs of his impending orgasm but the light in his eyes slowly faded back to normal.
“You’ve made me a woman and I don’t know what the hell I have been waiting for. It had to be for this one special time where everything came together in the right way. I look at you and I see this isn’t just a sexual act. I don’t want it to stop,” I whispered and he pulled out until only the head remained, before giving me a forward lunge that took my breath away.
He was slowly enjoying the rippling of my inner muscles, squeezing down on every inch. Prolonging his agony, gave him the stamina of a raging bull and the same thing could be said for Crosby and Wesley. It was amazing none of them had spilled what was building between their legs. They were pushing themselves beyond their endurance, waiting for their chance to plunge within the oven of my desire.
It took almost ten minutes but, finally, I saw the white lightning at the end of the tunnel. It started at my toes and I flexed them in response to the warmth of his seed. He moaned loudly and I fed on the sensation like a drug running through my veins. Hearing him enjoy my body was like an aphrodisiac and I wanted the same thing from the other two.
Callan gave me five more quick jabs before relinquishing his spot between my legs. It was an empty feeling but was soon filled by Wesley, who shuffled me into the middle of the bed with my legs spread obscenely. The temperature in the room had risen dramatically and our body heat was giving off deep waves of pleasure. I was being given amazing incentives and my body was screaming at me to be theirs.
Wesley was using his feet for leverage, digging into the mattress, while he was pounding me with wild gyrations of his hips.
“This is better than I could ever imagine. The three of you are exactly what has been missing from my life. I knew the picture wasn’t complete, until the pieces of the puzzle fit perfectly when we met. I wanted to deny what I was feeling but I couldn’t.” My train of thought was interrupted by Crosby straddling my head and placing the tip of his cock on my bottom lip.
It was a wonder he hadn’t blown yet and a testament to his character, to be able stand strong against my manual dexterity. He was holding onto the headboard with both hands and the smile on his face was more than enough motivation for me to take him back into my mouth. I was putting them both under a lot of pressure to perform and I almost lost consciousness from the second orgasm, on the heels of the first one.
“I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time and I must confess this is better than any fantasy I had about you. This is what sex is all about and the pleasure is the icing on the cake. I close my eyes and listen to the way that you take my cock into your mouth but the audio component is nothing, compared to seeing you strip away any hesitation with the look in your eyes. No woman can hold a candle to your talent and enthusiasm.” Crosby might’ve been a fighter but he was also a lover, which couldn’t be denied.
The pace had quickened and the slap of our flesh was like thunder in my ears. I came again and this one was with an intensity that had me literally going in and out of consciousness. I had a burning desire to drain him of every drop and the potent example of his stamina, fired off indiscriminately.
I was lying in the midst of the fire of three sculpted bodies and arranged on all fours, with Crosby holding me with the tip of his spear ready to engage. Just because the other two were down for the count didn’t mean that I couldn’t let my fingers do the walking while they were lying right there in front of me.
Crosby was a wild man and once he got started there was no turning back. I loved the way that he bit my earlobe while leaning over my back. He trailed his tongue down my spine, setting off tiny little explosions, with a fire burning inside of me. It was a collective effort and he broke the tension with his loud scream of defiance. He didn’t last very long but I wasn’t expecting him to after several minutes in the hot recesses of my mouth.
“This is only the beginning and you have become a guilty pleasure,” He remarked on his way to the finish line, with that one long vein down the back of his cock throbbing for release.
My upper body collapsed and I became a limp rag doll for his sexual amusement. He had turned the sound up and his moans got louder with each subsequent push of his hips. He was really drilling and holding onto my birthing hips with both hands, getting ready to give me the high heat.
“I want it all and I’m not going to accept anything less,” I encouraged and, with what energy I had left, I was dedicated to pushing back against him to get every single inch.
“I don’t think that’s a problem,” He conceded and turned things up a notch by getting on his feet.
My body went crazy suddenly and without warning, getting my second wind, when he did a reach around to play with my clit. It was like he had placed an electric wire to my privates and turned it all the way up to the highest setting. I had been asking for it and I wasn’t disappointed with the results. They had stolen my innocence but it wasn’t like I was fighting them to hold onto it.
Crosby buried himself deep, giving me the full extent of his lust for me, thick and powerful, with this warmth, was the only way to describe what I was feeling. My mind was warped, corrupted by their heaving bodies, in the throes of ecstasy.
I collapsed flat on my stomach with them producing some tattoo needles, one for each of them. I wasn’t sure what they were doing until those needles came to life. They began drawing on my back with a slight tingling sensation on my skin. I don’t know why but I didn’t try to stop them from branding me with their mark.
“The symbols we are adorning your body with are supposed to protect you from outside forces. They are superstitious nonsense but part of the ritual. Nobody will see them unless you are willing to show them. They will be only skin deep underneath your clothing,” Callan explained and I felt perfectly at ease, even though they were embellishing my body.
“I’ve never wanted to get tattooed but it’s very soothing and hard to put into words. It makes sense in some twisted way for the three of you to be doing this to me. The kind of pleasure we just gave one another was a once in a lifetime experience. I don’t know what you expect to do for an encore but I want to be there for it,” I prattled on trying to keep my mind occupied and not over think how those three tattoo needles were working on me.
The buzzing was causing me to close my eyes but there weren’t visions of sugarplums running around in my head. It was the call of the wild and I waited impatiently while they were turning my body into a work of art. It was going to be a conversation starter and I was going to have to question them on each of their designs, to see what each one represented.
My body wasn't satisfied and was finding every reason to attack them for a second time. They had ignited an unexpected side effect. Their growls were comforting and I didn’t feel like they were going to hurt me.
“This will also let people know you belong to us and any untoward action toward you will be met with extreme prejudice. There is just one thing left to do.” Crosby let that statement hang in the air like a Damocles sword over my head.
