Ryan gently but swiftly rolled me onto my side to face Eric, and then immediately delivered three sharp swats to my right rear cheek with his hand even harder than I thought it would be. However, I found that I didn’t exactly mind his hard hand. Not in the least. Especially since I’d had a good view of Eric’s rock-hard cock while I’d been receiving my swats.
Panting with desire, I lifted my gaze to Eric’s face, eager to see if he might also issue me some punishment. “Please touch me, Eric. Please.”
Doing exactly what Ryan had done, Eric rolled me onto my side with his breathing fast and ragged, then delivered three swats to my left cheek with his hand even harder than Ryan’s had been. Wincing, I’d gasped with each stinging swat, though all the while feeling so much slickness seeping from my pussy that I was becoming drenched.
My clit was also throbbing in a way that I’d never even felt it before, making me feel almost desperate with urgent sexual need. It was this urgent, desperate throbbing that seemed to make me suddenly desire something that I’d never really desired in my life. I wanted to taste Eric and Ryan, wanted to feel their hard cocks with my tongue. And, being that Ryan’s rock-hard shaft was just inches away from my face, I figured I’d start with him.
“Please let me taste you with my tongue without giving me any more punishment, Ryan. Please just let me.”
I didn’t have to ask him again. He’d already moved himself closer to me before I’d even finished asking what I had.
Not being extremely experienced with performing oral sex but far too turned on to care, I took Ryan’s thick pole in one hand and tentatively began flicking my tongue over the head of it, immediately making him groan. Thinking that I must be doing something right, and encouraged by this, I continued, flicking my tongue a little faster, discovering that I actually really liked what I was doing, really liked the feeling that I was slightly degrading myself in a way. However, even with this being the case, now it was my turn to tease Ryan the same way he’d been teasing me by refusing to touch me.
After maybe a half-minute of making him loudly growl and groan, I lifted my face, releasing his thick shaft at the same time. “Now, please touch me.”
Having been hoping that he hadn’t abandoned his corporal punishment plan, I wasn’t disappointed, soon feeling the crack of his hard hand against my right rear cheek, with each swat causing just enough stinging to make me squirm a bit, gasping.
Now, I was facing Eric, eager to once again feel the head of a rock-hard shaft with my tongue. This time, though, I wasn’t just content to use my tongue alone. After a short while of flicking my tongue across the head of Eric’s member, making him groan, I flicked my tongue up and down the length of his shaft before finally taking it in my mouth, working my lips up and down the first couple of inches of it. Growling, Eric wrapped my long hair around his fist to gently keep my head in place, obviously enjoying what I was doing.
The three of us continued our punishment-pleasure game for a few more minutes, until my rear was just about blazing from having been spanked so many times, and until Eric and Ryan were really, really not wanting me to lift my face from their granite-hard poles each time I did so. I myself had become so desperate for sexual release that if someone didn’t touch my clit soon, I was going to have to do it myself. Fortunately, I just happened to catch sight of the clock on the nightstand at this point, seeing that my ten minutes was up. And, actually, fourteen whole minutes had gone by.
“Hey. Do the two of you see the clock? It’s been fourteen minutes. Meaning, it’s my turn now.”
Almost before I’d even finished speaking, Eric was between my legs. Or, his head was, to be exact about it. Tangling my fingers in his thick, dark hair, I pulled his face and mouth to the source of my desperate need. Normally, when my mind would wander to thoughts of such intimate activities, I liked the idea of maybe working up to things with some slow, tender kisses along my inner thighs. However, at this particular time, I wasn't interested in slow, tender kisses at all. I was too desperate, feeling nearly wild in my desire for sexual release.
The moment I felt Eric’s tongue connect with my clit, sliding across it with exquisite slowness, I cried out, grinding my head into the stack of plush pillows behind me. Soon, I was nearly grinding my clit against his mouth as he flicked his tongue from side to side rapidly, clutching my hips in his strong arms.
Seeming to want to prolong my pleasure, he and Ryan took turns giving me this most intimate of sexual pleasures, letting me cool down for a few seconds while they switched places. However, after each of them had given me a few rounds of sensual attention, making me writhe and moan, I realized that my pleasure was heading toward a peak, and I wanted to reach that peak with one of them completely filling me. And since Eric was moving to position himself between my legs again , he was the one whose shoulder I grabbed.
“Please, Eric. I want to feel you inside of me now.”
With a low growl, he moved to cover my body with his own, parting my legs while he did so. So eager to feel his hardness inside of me that I didn’t even want to wait for him to position the head of his shaft himself, I took it in my hand and guided it to my slick entrance, telling him that I was ready.
Within a second or two, groaning, he began slowly sliding his thick rod into my depths , gazing at my face, as if on alert for any sign that he was going too fast or causing me any pain. He wasn’t at all, though, and in fact, I moaned with pleasure while he filled me inch by rock-hard inch, until he’d buried his entire pole inside of me.
After a few moments spent caressing the side of my face and brushing a few kisses against my lips, which allowed me to fully get used to his hardness and size, he began slowly thrusting into me, again seeming to be on alert for any sign he was causing me any discomfort. However, he wasn’t at all, and I was pretty sure that he was seeing nothing but pure rapture on my face, because that’s what I was feeling each time he slid back into my pussy, filling me completely in a way that I’d never been filled before.
Beside us, Ryan was on his side, watching my face while slowly stroking his pole with occasional grunts and quiet groans. Eric was making a few noises of his own, as was I, telling him that he felt so incredibly good. With this seeming to encourage him or give him a green light to intensify things, he began thrusting a bit faster, making me moan while gripping his hips.
A while later, he pulled my legs up on his strong shoulders and began thrusting a little faster still, and suddenly, I just knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. His long, deep, yet fast strokes just simply felt too good, especially considering how long I’d waited and had been teased before this “main event” of the night’s action. Because of this, probably not half a minute after he’d pulled my legs up on his shoulders, I began crying out while mind-shattering pleasure began crashing over me in waves so powerful that they made me buck my hips repeatedly, realizing that although I’d experienced many genuine orgasms in my life, they’d been weak ones. They hadn’t been anything like this.
Around the same time that I began crying out with my peak, Eric reached his own as well, thrusting into my slick pussy the hardest and fastest he had yet, grunting.
When he eventually rolled off me with his breath coming in ragged gasps, I turned my face to look at Ryan, panting. “Now, it’s your turn. Now, I want you to make me feel that good too.”
Within about three seconds, I found myself positioned on my hands and knees while Ryan slid into my depths from behind, making me cry out the word yes. His cock felt so incredibly good, as did my “naughty girl” positioning, although soon, when he began thrusting, things began to feel even better still.
He had a way of screwing in this position that struck me as just downright dirty, in the very best possible way. Feeling to me as if he wasn’t just thrusting in and out of me but also somehow moving his hips and his cock in a rough circle as well, I’d never dreamed that having sex in this position could feel so utterly amazing and so wonderfully filthy.
Every now and then, while he filled me with every last inch of his rod, Ryan gave one of my rear cheeks a little swat with a medium-hard hand, as if just wanting to remind me that I had a shifter mate who had no problems with meting out “punishment.” I loved it, thinking that I might not mind receiving this kind of “punishment” regularly at all.
Increasing my excitement, Eric soon joined the action, moving a hand beneath my pussy in order to lightly stroke my clit while Ryan continued doing what he was doing. Finally living out the “dirty talk” scenario that Ryan had whispered into my ear the first day we’d become physical, I moaned loudly, thinking that any woman who didn’t have two shifter lovers was sorely missing out on some pretty mid-blowing erotic bliss.
Even though it was my second one, I reached a climax with Ryan a bit quicker than I had with Eric, burying my face in the pillows, moaning, while Ryan growled out his own release behind me.
When we both collapsed on the bed, side by side, I found that Eric was already becoming hard again beside me, slowly stroking his thick pole while gazing at me with his breathing accelerating. Although I probably would have considered myself completely sexually satisfied otherwise and would have probably soon drifted off to sleep, I found the sight of his hand around his stiffening rod to be such an unbelievably sexy one that I almost immediately became a little worked up again myself.
By the time I did finally fall asleep late that night, feeling more profoundly satisfied than I’d ever dreamed was possible, I’d had no fewer than three orgasms, a record for me in one night. On top of this, I’d gotten the feeling that Eric and Ryan would have been very glad to give me a fourth had I not started to get so tired.
I’d heard rumors about shifter desire and stamina in the bedroom, and I’d come to learn that it was no joke. Whatever the chemical weapon had done to turn some men into shifters, it had apparently also turned them into something like sexual champions as well. Lucky for me, I thought, before drifting off to sleep.