The unexpected cold air caused my cock to harden to an excruciating fullness. His mouth took in the length of me, his soft, warm lips tightening around the base. Again his growl coursed through me, this time causing my fingers to tighten around the edge of the stone and my hips to thrust up in sudden orgasm. He plunged his head forward in response, somehow taking even more of me down his throat, the muscles contracting, pulling every surge of my cum into him.
As my cock released the last spasm, my body collapsed, spent. His lips slowly rose up my shaft until it was free of his warmth. Simultaneously, his rough palms circled behind my thighs and pushed them into the air. A gargled yell escaped my throat when his tongue thrust into my hole. He pushed with greater force on the back of my thighs, expanding his access, and his tongue pressed deeper, flattening out, stretching me.
Another mouth closed over mine as I gasped for breath. Rough stubble scratched my already tender skin, and the new man’s teeth clashed into mine.
My cock instantly grew hard once more as the werewolf worked my hole with his tongue and fingers.
A third mouth closed over my cock, covering it once more in heat, alleviating the tender ache. I tried to raise my head to see the man consuming my dick, but the man on my lips kept me held down with his aggressive kisses. All I could make out of him was dark hair and beautiful tan skin. His eyes were closed as he kissed me. I followed his lead, letting my lids slide shut, allowing the sensations to flood over me.
Even with the man’s tongue in my mouth and another working vigorously on my cock, emptiness swept over me once more as the wolf pulled his tongue and fingers from my hole.
I felt the head of him graze my entrance for the briefest of moments, and my eyes shot open. As he did, the man at my mouth pulled away and turned to watch the other two men lavish their ministrations on me. Without further warning, he slammed his length deep into me. I could feel his coarse hair against my skin and his heavy balls slap against me. I screamed and tried to thrust myself backward to get him out of me. It felt like his girth was ripping me apart. The wolf grasped the front of my legs, holding me to him, refusing to let me move. He gave another shove, somehow pushing himself into me to an even greater degree. Then he didn’t move, just held me in place as he twitched inside me.
After a few seconds, my body began to breathe. Fast, ragged breaths. The dark-haired man flicked his tongue over my bottom lip. As my breathing slowed, I felt myself begin to loosen around the werewolf, accepting him into me. As I did, he began to move. Slowly pulling himself out a few inches, then gliding deeper.
The other man gave me one more kiss and moved away. I watched as he climbed onto the slab and knelt above me. His body was nearly as perfect as the wolf, but smooth and covered in tribal tattoos down the left side of his body from chest to knee. He lowered his long, curved cock to my lips and paused. I opened to accept him, and he slipped inside, filling my mouth and throat.
Simultaneously, the wolf increased his rhythm, pulling his substantial length from me and then plowing deep once more. His speed increased, as did the force of his thrusts, once again making me feel like I was going to rip as his balls slapped loudly against my ass.
I cried out in a glorious mix of pain and ecstasy, but only gurgled around the other man’s cock, saliva running down my cheek, eliciting a groan from above me.
The mouth around my cock had nearly gone unnoticed until it was gone. Instantly, I felt thick, hairy legs straddle me, knees pressing into my ribs. The man impaled himself on my slick cock and issued a cry of his own. Unlike me, he didn’t pause to let his body adjust but began riding me with as much force as the werewolf slammed into me.
The euphoria may have lasted all of two minutes, or it could have been several hours. There was no way to tell, nothing that would indicate the passage of time—only the continual filling of my ass and mouth and the rhythmic heat around my cock.
The dark-haired man orgasmed the briefest of moments before the man straddling my cock. Thick cum pulsed in gushes down my throat as hot jizz shot over my chest and stomach. Their cries of pleasure brought me to my own climax as the man took a final few thrusts onto my cock.
Lifting my head, I looked past the men at my head and waist and caught the eyes of the wolf. His lips curled over his teeth, and a growl emanated from him in the final plunges into me as he released.
He shuddered and gave a few more slowing thrusts. The other men lowered themselves off the stone. The wolf stayed in me as he raised himself onto the slab, pushing my thighs wide, allowing him to lower his body as his mouth met mine. His tongue was forceful once more upon entering me, his cock still pulsing inside of me.
His kiss slowed, becoming deep and tender.
My arms encircled him as he pulled free from my hole. His hand slipped behind my head and pulled my lips tighter against his. Another soft growl and his lips left mine as he slid effortlessly off the table. He ran his fingers down the length of my body. With a final knowing smile, he walked away into the crowd that had surrounded us. I wasn’t sure where the other two men had gone. I looked around but didn’t see them.
Some of the crowd stood, still watching. Others were in various sexual combinations, mimicking what we had inspired.
A beautiful man stepped forward, stroking his hard cock slowly. His eyes met mine in a questioning expression. I shook my head. He looked down, embarrassed. A gorgeous blonde woman stepped around him, lowered herself, and took him into her mouth. I turned away and closed my eyes.
I lay there, letting the rawness of my entire body be caressed by the faint movement of air circulating through the room. No thoughts filled my mind, only an exhausted sense of contentment and satisfaction.
After a bit, I tried to lift my upper body into a semiseated position. My elbows trembled under me in their attempt to support my weight. I listened to their warning and lowered myself once more.
Not knowing how long I lay there, I became aware of the sex sounds of those around me gradually fading. A gnawing hunger began to make itself known. I hadn’t been really hungry in months, which was one of my family’s worries. Food was one of my biggest loves of being alive. I hadn’t enjoyed food since… since Brett. I was hungry now. Really hungry. And I was ready to eat. I was ready for a feast.
A warm, smooth hand covered my heart. I clenched my eyes tighter and shook my head. “No. I’m sorry. I’m done.”
A kind laugh met my ears. “I’ll say. I’d be done too after a show like that.”
My eyes flashed open and found the owner of the voice. “Schwint?”
He just gave me a soft smile. “Come on. Let’s get you outta here.”
I nodded and again tried to raise myself up. This time, with Schwint’s assistance, I managed and swung my legs over the side. “I’m starving.”
He gave another laugh. “Well, you stood me up on our date last week, so I guess I still owe you dinner.”
I looked at him, expecting some sort of reprimand. He’d not crossed my mind. I hadn’t thought of him since the day he’d shown up at Panaderia. Of course, I hadn’t thought of much since then. Instead of reproach, his eyes crinkled at me in a smile.
