The laughter rang shrilly. Men were fellated against walls. Breasts were fondled, tongues twisted against one another, girls were thrown onto tables and fucked. Moans and sighs of pleasure filled the air. Everyone here was related in some way or other. Second cousins of second cousins. They had no choice. The bear clans were small in comparison to the wolf clans, and breeding had to be kept pure for the shifter lines to continue.
Caleb himself was fucking a girl against the wall. The way he was grinding against her made Kyle’s balls contract. Caleb’s bare body was covered with sweat, and his pants were down to his ankles. His bare buttocks clenched and unclenched, the musculature on them a work of art.
Kyle’s cock was diamond hard. Now he really had to fuck someone or he would explode.
Fate rescued him in the arrival of his cousin, Greta. Or at least, he thought that she was one of his cousins, twice removed. Many times removed, hopefully. Some of his kin indulged in interbreeding, but Kyle didn’t believe in that, even in a close-knit community where the bloodlines had to be kept pure.
“Hi, cousin,” she purred. She was a sexy, slinky woman. Older than him. Very blonde and quite statuesque. She was also a little well-padded, the way he liked women. She wore a tight black latex outfit which made her resemble Vampirella.
She reached for his cock immediately. He didn’t recall ever having slept with her before, and he had been sexually active since his first Gathering when he was sixteen years old. His clan of werebears tended to be promiscuous during such occasions, even when they were mated. But once they were mated, they were mated for life, only allowing for mutually consented flings and mass orgies like these.
“Oooh, solid,” she said, “the way I like it. Let’s see how big it’s gotten.”
He gave a throaty laugh. “You’ve never seen it before, cousin.”
“Oh, but I have. I’ve watched its progress over the years since you were a wee babe.”
“I don’t think so.”
Greta always amused him. And now she was rubbing against his groin in a most suggestive way. She unzipped his pants. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and his cock sprang out like a trapped bird which was finally free from its confines.
“Amazing,” Greta pronounced, smiling. “Let me have a taste of it.”
He leaned back against the wall as she knelt before him. She took his hard, throbbing piece of flesh into her rather wide mouth and sucked him.
“Ohhhhhh.” The gratification was instant and immense. He almost shot his load right there, but fought to control it.
“Mmmmm.” She was very good at this. Her tongue and lips were sublime, and she took his sensitive rod deep into her mouth, as deep as it could go in the back of her throat. Her tongue fluttered around his shaft, caressing it with butterfly licks.
He moaned and cupped her head in his hands. She didn’t need his guidance. Although she had never had his cock in her mouth before, she knew exactly what he liked – where he liked it. Or maybe she just knew men. She knew when to take him whole and when to tease his head, especially in his slit where he was most sensitive.
Another girl sidled up to them. She was dark, short-haired, with small tits that were pushed up by a corseted brassiere. Her dark pubic thatch was revealed in the triangle between her legs, and her thighs were encased in stockings which were held up by sexy black garters. He never recalled seeing her before, but then he had a lot of kinsfolk. Maybe she was one of the Europeans.
“Kyle,” she cooed. Well, she obviously knew who he was.
She unbuttoned his black shirt and revealed his chest. His nipples were just as hard and she pinched them playfully.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
Greta took his wet cock out of her mouth to say, “Get in line.”
“He can fuck both of us,” the girl retorted defiantly.
Kyle said, “I’ll fuck both of you.”
Keeping his eye line on his brother’s humping white buttocks across the room, he helped Greta up. Then he pressed her against the wall.
“Spread your legs,” he said.
“Gladly,” she replied.
He inserted his bursting cock into her pussy with ease. The werebears usually fucked raw. Her pussy was hot and tight and her tunnel held his cock in a firm, loving grip.
“Ooooh.” Her pupils were very dark as she looked up at him.
He began his rhythm – a strong, pulsing motion which mirrored his brother’s. He couldn’t help synchronizing his pumping to his brother’s, which was in turn synchronized to the thumping drumbeat of the music. Greta’s sweet pussy held his cock in a vise grip, nursing it, nurturing it. He could feel the heat emanating from her wet walls. Gawd, she was so wet! She was a lovely, warm cocoon of female flesh, and he was its blessed recipient.