the skin roll slightly as my fist began to prime this trembling weapon.
Grunts from above told me that Randall was satisfied with the attention it was receiving; the urging of his fingers, diving into my hair, told me what he needed me to do. At his command, I parted my lips around his throbbing cock and took it between my lips.
If I told you that it was a perfect fit, then I would be lying my ass off. The thing was huge . It was a monster . I didn’t think I could handle even half its intimidating length, let alone the entire thing.
But Randall was determined that I would properly worship his thick shifter cock and, with his hands pushing down around the back of my head, he urged me ever downward. I struggled to relax the muscles of my throat, desperately trying to please him and accept more of his generous length into my mouth. Sometimes, I had to withdraw his cock, taking a few deep breaths, but he soon had my lips back around his shifter shaft, halfway down the length at least.
It wouldn’t have been so difficult if he wasn’t so thick . Just the very thought of it inside me terrified me – how could it fit? How wide would it stretch me?
But my thoughts were soon distracted, as I realized that the two other shifters had banded around us. Already doing themselves the pleasure of relinquishing their clothes, their throbbing cocks hung at face level on either side, and I couldn’t imagine how I was going to possibly satisfy them all.
While I began to bob up and down on Randall’s cock, my hands reached for the other rock-hard erections, stroking them firmly and quickly. The shifter pack grinned with pleasure as I performed on all of them, and I found a measure of pride when their eyes closed and their deep, rumbling groans lifted from their throats.
As I continued to work their shafts, I started mixing it up a little. Pulling my lips free from Randall’s cock, I descended down on one of his slightly less well-endowed packmates, shifting to stroking duty on his cock. Rosco’s firm shaft happened to be closer to my lips, so it was his that I engulfed with my mouth. It lacked the sheer girth of the alpha’s erection, and matched it mostly in length. This made it far easier to please him, and as he took over pushing my head down, I was surprised to realize that I could inch much further down his cock.
The shifter cock roulette continued on for a while. I spent half a minute blowing one of my partners before my head was pulled free, and my lips were shoved down another. All the while, I kept my hands occupied, ensuring that I was always pleasing all three of them at the same time – no matter the specific configuration. To be used by all of them, their throbbing cocks a blur in front of me, was an experience nothing like any I’d had before, and I loved every moment of it.
But soon, I was growing frustrated that none of the pleasure was mine to have, and the shifters seemed to pick up on this quickly.
Pulling themselves free, their groping hands descending upon me in a small flurry. Grasping my breasts, with calloused fingers grazing against my puckered nipples, I felt a small rush to add to my mounting desire. Meanwhile, Randall kneeled before me and began to kiss across my abdomen. Slowly, surely, he peppered a trail down my thighs, rising back up to kiss his way to my wet pussy. As I felt his tongue press inside, teasing my folds, another shifter met my gasping groans with his lips, his own tongue sliding passionately across my own.
I squeezed my breasts as they pleased me, letting my fingers twist my puckered peaks and tweak my nipples as I saw fit. After a moment, a pair of hands reached down to brush mine away, taking care of the task for me. Freeing my hands up, I stretched one hand down and wrapped it around the cock of the shifter kissing me, stroking the handle as his lips groaned into mine.
Randall’s warm lips between my legs teased harder now,