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I love my wife very much. I would do anything for her (short of permanently hurting or killing someone but everything else is fair game). My wife loves to make me do things that put me outside of my comfort zone, especially when it comes to sex and sexually provocative situations.
One day we were driving north on I75 through central KY on our way home from visiting some family. It was a very nice day in early summer and my wife had me drive nude as she loves to do as often as she can. She loves seeing me try to hide myself when we go past vehicles that sit higher than ours and the other drivers can see me naked. This was back when we had an F150 so it was usually the big trucks that I was worried about (now we have a crossover that sits lower so it's even more embarrassing). She would always tell me to slow down, or speed up, so the big rig would be along side of us for a while in the hope that the driver would look over. When they did she would make sure to point to me and let them know I am naked. It's certainly a bit exciting but very humiliating when they see me. But I love my wife.
As we were driving just north of Lexington my wife spotted a couple of bikers on the side of the road on the south-bound side. They were pretty good-sized black guys and were riding nice highway cruiser-type bikes. My wife said "they might need help. Turn around and let's go see if they need anything." Being the good samaritan that I am (and because my wife told me to), I said, "ok, I'll turn around at the next interchange", which was about a mile up the road.
As we pulled off and turned left to go get on the south-bound side I told my wife I was going to pull over and put some clothes on. She said, "no, I want you to stay naked and see what the bikers have to say about a old naked white guy driving down the freeway." My wife loves to put me in compromising situations, especially out in public, so I knew I was not going to be able to talk her out of it.
So we headed southbound and about a mile and a half later came to where the bikers where parked on the shoulder of the freeway. I pulled up about 50 feet or so behind them and put the truck in park. My wife opened the passenger door and stood just outside of the truck and yelled up, "do you guys need any help?" They both walked up to the truck on the passenger side to talk with us. My level of humiliation skyrocketed as they got closer.
They started talking with my wife as they got closer and told her they had just called a friend to come with a trailer to pick them up. When they got to the passenger door they both looked in and saw that I was sitting there, naked as a jaybird and did a double-take. The bigger of the two said, "are you two having fun driving down the freeway with your man naked?" My wife said, "yes, we are. He's my husband and does what I tell him. Unfortunately for him I like to embarrass and humiliate him."
The bigger of the two said to my wife, "well, our friend is about 30 minutes away. How about you have your man suck our cocks while we're waiting?" I looked at my wife and saw that shit-eating grin she gets when I'm going to be on the receiving end of some kind of sex so I knew I wasn't going to get out this. She said, "sure, he'd love to, wouldn't you honey?" I just looked at her, then the two bikers, then back to her and nodded sheepishly.
The F150 was a Super Cab and has these back doors that open like the old suicide doors so my wife told me to crawl out the passenger side of the truck. Then she opened the back passenger door which then blocked the view at the passenger seat from the vehicles coming down the freeway. The bigger guy sat in the passenger seat and pulled his cock out for me to suck. It was freakin' huge! It was at least 8 inches long and 6 inches around and it was soft! He reached up and grabbed my head and pulled me down to his lap and told me to suck him nice and hard.
The other guy pulled his cock out and started stroking it to get it hard while I was sucking his buddy off. The guy whose cock was in my mouth said to his friend, "why don't you fuck him in the ass and stretch him for me. I think I want some white man pussy while I'm at it." I started to pull up off his cock to protest but he just held my head down and told me to keep sucking, "like the little cocksucker you know you are." He started saying things like, "you like sucking big black dick, don't you?", and all I could do was mumble "yes" with his cock in my mouth.
While I was struggling with his cock growing in my mouth I felt his buddy step up behind me and heard him spit on his cock. Then he pushed the head of his dick against my asshole and told me to "open up that pussy for me you little fuck." His cock wasn't as big around as the one in my mouth but it was big enough and was hurting as he pushed it past my sphincter muscle. Once he got past that I started to relax and felt him fill my ass with his cock.
So, there I was, naked, on the side of south-bound I75 in central KY between the doors of my truck with a big black cock in my mouth and another one in my ass. My wife was taking video of the whole thing and was telling the bikers to "fuck his mouth good. Fill his ass with your hot cum. Fuck him like the little cum bucket he is (her pet name for me)." My wife love to take pictures and video of me when I'm in these situations and then play them when we're at home. She won't admit but I think she's sharing them with our friends to humiliate me. It makes for some embarrassing visits, me wondering which of our friends have seen me sucking cocks and getting fucked in the ass.
After a bit the guy in my mouth was getting pretty hard and I couldn't keep the whole thing in. So I took as much of his cock in my mouth that I could and started jacking him off while sucking on the head of his dick. The guy in my ass started moving faster and faster in and out of my ass and I knew has was getting ready to empty his load. I guess I was doing a good job sucking the first guy because he pulled my head off his cock and told me he wanted to cum in my ass, not my mouth. Just then the guy in my ass tensed up and I felt him squirt his hot load into my ass. It was a nice warm feeling that immediately lubed my ass up and made it easier for him to slide in and out.
Which was good because the first guy pushed me back to get out of the truck and said "my turn you little cocksucker." He pushed me face down into the seat and put his big hard cock right against my asshole and pushed it in without any regard to whether it was going to be easy on me or not. Fortunately some of the guy's cum in my ass was leaking out and lubed up my asshole, making it easier for him to slide in. But he was freakin' huge! Even though the first guy in my ass had lubed me up and stretched me, this guy's cock was so big it felt like the first time I'd ever been fucked in the ass! It hurt and I was yelling for him to stop. He just kept my head pushed down into the seat and started pounding his cock in and out of my ass. I knew I was going to have to relax my asshole if I was going to survive so I focused on how good his cock felt sliding in and out and relaxed my sphincter muscle. After a few moments it was getting easier and I just laid there, on the side of I75 in central KY, getting my ass pounded by a black biker with the biggest cock I've ever had. And of course my wife was videoing the whole thing.
Shortly I felt the biker start to tense up as his thrusts got faster and deeper. Soon I felt that rush of hot cum filling my bowels as he grabbed me by my hips and drove his cock as deep as he could into my ass. He was thrusting and grunting for what seemed like 2-3 minutes as he emptied his load into me. When he was done he pulled out and stepped back. I was exhausted and just lay there on the seat catching my breath, thinking about what had just happened. We were really lucky the state patrol didn't pull over while all of this was going on.
The two bikers put their cocks back in their pants, zipped up and walked back toward their bikes just as their buddy was pulling over with the trailer. I started looking for something to wipe the cum off my ass but my wife said, "no, I want you to drive home with their cum all over you. When we get home you can clean the truck and then clean yourself up."
So, I crawled into the drivers seat, my ass covered in cum and, after my wife got back in the truck, drove home, naked with black biker cum leaking out of my ass and all over the driver's seat. Good thing they were leather seats so they would be easier to clean. And there was a lot of cum to clean up.
Again, my wife won't admit it but I just know she's shown that video to our friends. After all, that was the biggest cock I've ever taken so I'm sure she is proud of me. At least I hope she is. It's so humiliating and embarrassing. But I love my wife.
Jennifer stepped through a wooden doorway, leaving behind the bright sunlight of a weekday lunchtime and entering the closed, almost conspiratorial atmosphere of a typical suburban joint. She stood motionless for a moment, disoriented by the sudden change of her surroundings. It was almost like stepping through a secret door into another world.
The thought occurred to her that she was experiencing the opposite of blinking in sudden sunlight. An old cliché sprang to her mind, the wife secretly coming to check up on the husband's lunchtime assignation, concerned he was with some scarlet woman. He'd arranged to meet her here, but her imagined watchers wouldn't know that. Jennifer decided that the quickest way to stop these half-remembered, low-rent plot-lines from hampering her behavior was to simply find her husband; and so she headed forward randomly.
Quickly acclimatizing, Jennifer heard the familiar sound of her husband's laugh and turned to find him watching TV with some other guys at the bar. She mischievously traced her red painted fingernails lightly down the back of his denim shirt, moving to the side so that he immediately caught her face as he turned around. He grinned: exactly his wife's usual style of announcing her presence to him.
"Not often we get to hook up in a bar these days, eh babe?" he muttered to her, looping his arm around her curvy waist and casting a rather obvious look down at her assets. Jennifer was dressed fairly conservatively, given that she had business to attend to; but the weather was hot, and he was rewarded with the first glimpse of her full cleavage in several hours. "Nice. What's for dinner?"
Jennifer laughed, never growing tired of her handsome husband's style of compliments. His shirt was almost as revealing as her tank top, and she slipped a hand onto his chest, humming gently. "You. No, me. Whatever!" They laughed together and Jennifer thought they would retire to a table to order; but Adam surprised her by first telling her the food order was placed, and then immediately leading her over to a group of men by the pool tables.
"Ben, this is my wife Jen," he introduced a little casually, then started to correct himself.
"Jennifer," the light-bearded man corrected without missing a beat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am, we've been hearing about you." She supposed that her look of mild consternation must have been marked, as three or four of the men chuckled. It was friendly laughter however, and she felt included. "I mean to say, Adam has been telling us about your shared interests… and before you get the wrong idea again…" one of his friends chuckled filthily: "I'm talking about the bike thing."
Jennifer knew something like this had been coming, of course; Ben was too casual to be winding her up. "Oh, yes!" she actually clapped her hands. "I'm getting really into it now, and Adam has been a really great teacher."
Ben was tall and well-built, with a light stubble and a fairly calloused face. Jennifer's instinctive reaction was to back off: something about him felt a little threatening. But his body language and his friendly smile told an entirely different story. He flashed that smile at her husband now. "I always figured he would be, so when he mentioned you were planning to get your own bike, I knew he'd have you up to speed quickly."
Jennifer launched into an enthusiastic history of her interest in motorbikes and engines, referring to her tomboy streak when she was younger, and her first proper encounters with engines. For some reason she wanted these men to see her as an enthusiast in her own right; she supposed because she felt challenged by the situation. She didn't know what this was all about, but she was happy to talk about herself, and she was genuinely enthusiastic on the subject. She concluded her personal history. "And then this year I spent a whole day riding out with Adam and some friends, though we didn't stay overnight."
"Aw, you gotta do an overnight trip, especially in the summer. You can get to some great places from here." Some of Ben's friends chimed in, and she found herself in the middle of a discussion about the best way to spend a summer biking excursion.
It was a few moments later when their food arrived, and the couple withdrew to the service area. "Maybe we can join you sometime! Anyway it was great getting to know you!" Jennifer withdrew, followed by several pairs of eyes.
Once they were seated, Adam confided in his wife. "That was a good thing to say. You remember the bunch of guys I rode out with for that afternoon, back in May?"
"I assumed you were having an affair," Jennifer winked.
"Well I did use that as an excuse. But hey… turns out it was that lot over there, not the blonde heiress I was telling you about."
Jennifer giggled. She knew she could totally trust Adam, and so the idea of some skinny society rat bag turning his head made her chuckle. "Ben and his boys."
"Right. After we've eaten, I'll join them for a game of pool. It's worth a shot… you know we've got that weekend to ourselves coming right up?" Their daughter would be staying with friends, leaving the couple alone. "Well it falls right on that Saturday. They don't seem that keen on having girls along, but I'll try."
"I wish you'd told me, I wouldn't have put so many clothes on this morning! Adam, that is a great idea!" Jennifer beamed over her burger. "That's why I married you… I love a man with initiative."
"Just doin' my best for you, babe."
Jennifer spent the rest of the afternoon trying to concentrate on her work, but always returning in her mind to the thought of a full day out riding with her husband and the guys from the bar. The thought of her being one biker among many somehow made the prospect more exciting, and less daunting. She knew she felt confident enough to take the next step to this kind of ride, and just hoped that Adam would have persuaded Ben to see her interest in such a light.
She wasn't even disturbed when Adam failed to return home, taking his absence as a sign that things had been going well at the bar. She didn't dare to call him, for fear that she would come across as a nagging or dependent wife – just the sort of image she needed to avoid in the eyes of a bunch of testosterone-fuelled guys. By the time Adam finally rolled in toward the end of the evening, she was bursting for news.
"Well?" she quizzed him immediately, a hopeful smile lighting up her face. "Good news for Jen?"
Adam caressed her face a little clumsily before kissing her upturned lips. He had clearly been drinking and Jennifer quickly realized that he had been in the bar the whole time. "You're so hot," he told her, sliding a hand down her figure.
Jennifer giggled. "Come ON!" she urged. "You've got to tell me! Did you manage to…"
"I'm getting to that honey! You shouldn't interrupt your man." Jennifer knew he was playing with her, and decided to play along. She waited for him to continue. "Yeah, you're hot, and those guys back at the bar…" – he gestured with his thumb and stifled a hiccough – "they think so too. So I bargained you into the ride!"
Jennifer bounced excitedly, but had to ask: "What…. deal, Adam?"
Adam let out a dirty belly-laugh at her concern. "Nothing too bad, babe! Don't worry." He steadied himself for the explanation, then held up two fingers to illustrate. "Two things," he told her. "First, they don't have passengers along, so you actually have to ride the bike… up-front… and of course I told them we're sharing, so we'll be doing half a ride each, and that's cool with them. But that's the deal – you do have to drive!"
Jennifer clapped her hands with glee. "Well, that's what I wanted!"
Adam put one finger down. "And second, well, when they take girls along they like them to be…. Oh, hot girls, like you are, yeah? They just like a bit of eye-candy."
"Eye-candy?" Jennifer giggled.
"You know… it's just a matter of giving them…" He glanced down at his wife's ample chest: "Something to look at."
Jennifer giggled again, and ran a hand through her brunette locks. "They really liked me?" She twirled a strand of hair flirtatiously across her face.
"So… I just need to show myself off a bit? And I get to ride with you and the guys?" she winked at him, then traced a hand across her husband's chest. With the alcohol inside him, he was easily distracted.
"Yeah…" Adam grinned, enjoying her tracing her fingers down his body.
"Well honey," she lilted in her sexy southern accent. "I think I can manage that darling. You have done so well!" Jennifer reached the growing bulge in her husband's jeans.
"Yeah? You're happy with that?" he asked.
"Baby, I'll show you just how happy I am!" Jennifer traced her fingers across the outline of Adam's erection and expertly unfastened his belt before sinking to her knees on the kitchen floor. As she tugged his jeans open, she glanced mischievously up at him. "I'll show myself off all right. But you're the one who gets the real perks, baby." She freed him from the jeans before kissing him again from where she was kneeling. Judging from Adam's excitement, this wouldn't take long.
On the morning of the ride, Jennifer woke feeling buoyant. Parting from their daughter, even for a short period, was always difficult; but after the goodbyes and the promises to be good, she began to focus her attention on the excitement of the day ahead.
Jennifer's thoughts drifted back to the conversation with Adam earlier in the week. The idea that she would be driving the bike herself for at least half the distance filled her with girlish enthusiasm. Her husband would just be her passenger, and she'd get to show this bunch of guys that she was as good a rider as any man. "Awesome!" she chuckled to herself melodically, picturing herself as the only biker chick in a group of men, riding with the wind in her hair.
The mental picture turned her thoughts to the other "condition" which Ben had set for her inclusion on the ride. No passenger chicks, he'd said, riders only… and she'd have to be accept her role as the eye candy for the men. Jennifer threw herself onto the bed and stretched out as she contemplated that thought. So Adam would get to show off his sexy wife, and she'd have to put up with being constantly checked out. Some of those men were actually quite handsome, and what girl didn't like being eyed up when she was feeling good? Well, she sighed to herself with an ironic grin, I suppose I can force myself…
Jennifer knew she had over an hour till Adam got back, so she took a luxurious shower and contemplated her clothes while her hair quickly in the day's rising temperature. She hoped that she and Adam would have some privacy at the end of the day, because riding often left her feeling aroused. How could a woman not be affected by the power of a big engine between her thighs? Jennifer settled on a pair of sheer black panties, shiny and sexy yet plenty comfortable for the ride. Nobody would see these until Adam undressed her at the end of the day. She was sure that if they were left alone, she could coax him to use the remainder of his energy up on her!
Being endowed with mouthwatering 38D breasts, Jennifer had a good selection of hold-up bras to choose from; it took her only a moment to choose her most overtly sexy. Black to match her panties, and flattering and revealing; she hooked the straps over her shoulders and checked out her cleavage in the mirror. Her tanned breasts were held up like a ripe offering by the thin, sensual material: she knew right away that this was a winning look for the day. Tracing her hand down the front of her bra she checked for comfort, feeling her fingertip brush her own nipple. A delicious spasm of excitement flowed from her breast, right down her curvy figure. She may be planning to spend the day in a testosterone-filled environment, but she felt all woman today!
Checking her classic lingerie in the mirror, Jennifer was pretty happy with how she looked. Her tanned body was well-defined after all the work she'd been putting in at the gym; yet her tanned skin retained its soft appearance. Curvy in the right places, she grinned to herself. As usual, she frowned at the freckles which smattered her tanned shoulders, upper arms and breasts. Like many women, she saw this as a weakness; no matter how Adam praised their cuteness. She'd never fully understand mens' professed liking for such blemishes, she mused; but seeing that it often turned her husband on to examine them, she concluded that they might not be all bad.
Such self-contemplation naturally led to further preparations. Jennifer knew that this was no kind of day for modest make-up, and she reveled in her intention of a heavy making-up session.
Bikers were suckers for eye makeup, she knew this from experience; so Jennifer spent a while carefully applying black liner, a hint of mascara, and grey eye shadow. The effect on her face pleased her: pretty obvious, but sexy, she decided. Finishing off with her favorite pink blusher high on her cheeks and a light red lipstick, she playfully pouted in the mirror. Jennifer was naturally pretty, but like any young woman had learned to make the most of herself. She looked smoking hot sitting there in her sheer black panties and thin push-up bra, wearing full make-up and lipstick, her lightly damp, unkempt dark brunette hair tumbling down to her freckled shoulders. She was pleased with the result, and giggled girlishly to herself: they wouldn't see her in this state of undress, but somehow she just knew she was going to pass the "biker" test.
Finally she turned to the question of clothing. Practicality dictated that she wear jeans, of course, and Jennifer chose the tightest pair she owned; if she hadn't been working out regularly, she reckoned it wouldn't have been possible to squeeze herself into the skin-tight blue denim. But today they were a perfect fit, showing off her firm ass deliciously. A smile lit up her eager young face as she looked over her shoulder to check herself out in the mirror. It was a day when everything just seemed to be working for her.
Almost without thinking, Jennifer threw on a favorite tank top. The grey, familiar material was comfortable and it fit snug around her breasts, covering most of her cleavage. She looked and felt great, but she was supposed to be eye candy – she needed to think more out of the comfort zone. What was the point in wearing a sexy bra if it didn't show her off? Searching through her drawers, Jennifer found a light black top which she didn't recall owning. Pulling on the new tank top, she remembered why: the front of the thin-strapped top was daringly low-cut, far more revealing than she normally wore. There weren't many occasions where it was appropriate. The slinky fabric stretched around her breasts lightly, but hardly concealed more than her bra was already covering anyway.
Feeling barely half-dressed, Jennifer stared critically at her reflection. Was this the sort of thing Adam had in mind? Her breasts did look impressively full and soft with so much of them on show. Jennifer realized that the full effect of her tight top and jeans was like glamming herself up for a night on the town, or appearing in some dumb rock video. Yeah, she did look good – though maybe a little available. Well, she was eye-candy for bikers, that was for sure. That's what her husband had instructed, and he was going to be right there with her… Then, right on cue as she considered his opinion, she heard Adam's car pull into the driveway. Jennifer quickly set about arranging her hair as the car engine shut off.
Jennifer heard her husband coming through the house, and a thrill of wicked excitement gripped her as he reached the bedroom. "Babe, you just gotta be in here," he said matter-of-factly just before she saw him enter the room casually and stop dead in his tracks. Jennifer enjoyed seeing her husband's eyes widen when he saw her. "Oh. Wow."
Jennifer giggled at the suddenly boyish expression on her husband's face. "What do you think, Adam? I need to be the eye candy, you said," she chirped. "Is this the sort of thing you had in mind?"
For an answer, Adam approached her and slipped his arm behind her, feeling her through the taut denim, instinctively cupping his hand gently around her ass. "You look so hot," he muttered, pressing his lips against Jennifer's eager soft mouth.
Jennifer kissed him lovingly, and let out a little squeal of delight at his tongue's eagerness to explore her mouth. "I guess that means yes!" she fluttered her dark eyelashes, delighted by Adam's display of attraction. She knew he was impressed: Jennifer always knew when her husband's cock had begun to stiffen, and it did so even before his other hand started to caress her exposed breasts.
The couple enjoyed a moment of passion and for a minute, Jennifer thought that the sexy outfit might be coming right off her again. But as she felt his hard cock through his jeans, she happened to glimpse the clock through the corner of her eye, causing her to halt. "Honey, we've got to go soon," she breathed in her melodic southern accent. "You don't want to be late, they'll assume it was your wife that made you late, and I don't wanna get the blame…"
They laughed together. Adam replied of course, that nobody would blame him; but he knew how much his wife wanted to enjoy this weekend, and so didn't press his ardor. "Later then, babe," he muttered, heading to the bathroom to compose himself. "Damn, you sure do look beautiful. I'll get you on your own tonight."
"You hope!" Jennifer laughed, knowing now that at the least she was going to have fun teasing her husband.
It was only a few blocks out to the outdoor parking lot where they had arranged to meet, and Jennifer was just getting used to being on the bike again when they pulled in. They weren't even the last to arrive, as she had feared, but there was still a contingent of eight or nine men there to see the couple pull up.
They were greeted with whoops and hand-slaps as they circled to find a good place to pull up the bike. Heads were turned, more towards Jennifer than the bike or its owner. Her jeans were stretched tight around her strong, round thighs as she was slanted forward in her riding position, and even clung to the tops of her calves. There the view of leg ended, for she had worn a pair of wide black boots over her jeans, and these stretched right up to her calves. The heels of the boots stretched out behind her from where her feet perched on the bike, drawing glances from the men. A glimpse of cleavage was all that was offered, all but hidden behind her husband as she the bike came to a halt.
"Nice machine," one guy chimed out approvingly as Adam cut the engine.
"Nice lady too," another shot in immediately. Everyone laughed in jovial spirit, nobody more loudly than Jennifer.
"I was going to say that," retorted the first biker, to further amusement.
"Well, thank you all, I'm sure," Jennifer responded graciously, her sexy voice winning favor all round. She swung her legs from the seat and climbed down from the bike. She had tied her hair back to ride and released it now, noticing the way the men's' eyes were drawn to her. She knew she was going to get plenty of attention today, but this moment felt a little awkward: what was she supposed to do now that every man there was gawping at her? She had seen a couple of them unashamedly looking her up and down; some were brazenly staring at her chest, now that she was no longer sheltered behind Adam. She took a deep breath, and felt the low cut of her tank top tighten around her bulging cleavage. For a moment, Jennifer felt like she was just a piece of meat on display for them. She shook her hair loose, drawing yet more approval, when Adam cut into the moment by climbing from the saddle and doing his best to distract them.
"Jerry, I know you, how's it goin'… hey Steve, you met Jennifer my wife before, yeah?… But you three guys…" he motioned to a small group who were regarding the new arrivals coolly with mischief in their eyes, "I don't like the look of you at all. Oh boy, no." There was more good-natured laughter and an implicit intention to take it slow on the new arrivals. Adam ushered his wife toward Dave, a mustached man she had met at the bar, providing her with a foothold in to the group.
As they shared some Coke, Jennifer felt herself relax: it had been a nervous moment, strutting across the asphalt among those unfamiliar, somewhat burly bikers in her boot-heels and skin-tight jeans. She had worn a light leather jacket which partly covered her for now, but she was already feeling the heat of male attention. When she turned to say something to Adam, she noticed a guy with a short black beard, who had yet to speak to her, simply staring at her backside. She knew, from the care she had taken preparing herself, that he would be able to clearly see the shape of her firm, round buttocks through those jeans. Well, she thought to herself, it's started – this is the price of riding out with the guys today! Jennifer couldn't help feeling flattered, and a little thrill of excitement ran through her as she realized she would be getting a whole day of this kind of treatment.
Dave made sure that Jennifer met a couple of guys, while Adam stayed close by, giving her room to be herself. Jennifer appreciated that, and enjoyed the meetings; she was full of energy after her quick tussle with her husband and a short ride, and she was genuinely excited about the day ahead. Plus, it was impossible not to be flattered.
Andy, an older guy with flecks of grey in his hair, tried hard to look her in the eye but his gaze kept getting drawn downward. He looked as if he hadn't seen a 30-year-old woman's breasts in years. Jeff, the black beard guy, was about her age, but kind of quiet, yet in a slightly unnerving way. He was kind of sleazy, she decided as he stared into her face during a pause in the chat. Alex, on the other hand, was a painfully shy 20-year-old with a fresh face who blushed when she talked to him and kept looking away. Jennifer giggled – so this was what it meant to be the sole eye candy! She glanced down at her cleavage and pulled her leather around herself a little – perhaps she should keep it in reserve, in case she wanted something.
Just then a group of three bikes roared around a corner and into the parking lot. "Full house!" shouted Dave, and Jennifer recognized Ben from the night before. He threw her a mock-salute as he passed, and he and his two buddies dismounted. Like some of the men, he was a light black leather jacket; his friends were both in dirty leather vests. Nobody was wearing anything heavier, due to the humidity of the late summer.
"Guys…" Ben disappeared into the throng. It was obvious to Jennifer, as obvious as it had been before in the bar, that Ben was the unspoken leader of the group. That was fine, she thought, she knew him and he'd invited her along.
No sooner had she thought this than he approached her. "And the lovely Jennifer," he grinned confidently, stretching out her hand to take hers. She offered it, and he grasped hold of her and kissed it. Then, her forearm; her shoulder, and cheek, in a comical fashion. Jennifer giggled loudly, realizing what he was doing: making light of her position. It cut through any remaining nervousness for her, and the two laughed together. "Hope they're treating you well, doll. You are looking fine." He winked at her and turned away.
"Nice," Dave confided in her. "That means he's glad you're along for the ride."
Jennifer nodded eagerly and patted Adam's backside, as he returned to her side. She felt good, and even feeling Jeff's eyes on her again failed to dent her buoyant mood. Let him stare, she thought to herself, that's what I'm here for and I'm going to have fun!
After a few minutes, Ben clapped his hands and a near silence fell. "OK gentlemen… and, of course, lady…" Ben mock-bowed toward Jennifer, drawing another giggle from her.
"Y'all are so sweet," she responded.
"Why yes, we are, Jennifer. Anyhow folks, you know we're headed for my friend Jack's place tonight…"
"Jack Daniels." That was Jeff, muttering almost to himself. A few labored laughs was all it drew.
"… He's got room for us all, with the tents we brought, and you're gonna love the lake. Now, you might not have room for your fishing gear…"
"Jennifer's got MY rod!" Andy's quip drew laughter from all around, and Jennifer wiggled her hips in acknowledgment of the better joke.
"Already, Andy? Anyway, but what we do have is whisky, green, some cards, good music, and good riding country. Sound good?" There were cheers. "Plus…" He leaned toward Jennifer, and she sensed another quip coming as all eyes drew toward her. He whispered: "If you're real good I'll show ya my scars from that shark I killed."
Jennifer laughed again. "Appendix scar!" someone shouted.
"Who said that?" Ben grinned, and kicked his bike into action. He twisted the throttle, making it growl furiously, then led the procession out of the lot – at a comically steady pace. "Oh, why, I'll get you…" his voice trailed out of range, running the gamut of cartoon characters.
"He's funny!" Jennifer laughed to Adam as she climbed onto his bike. "Dunno why you were worried."
She got comfortable behind her husband again, tying her hair at the first lights before the bikes left town. A cop car slowed to regard them, but these were known to be pretty enthusiastic, harmless bikers and the police knew that if they gave them a berth, there would be no trouble. Live and let live: these were just guys out to have some fairly harmless fun. Things got a bit rough from time to time but there was much more to worry about.
As they hit the open road, the group thinned out a little into groups of riders enjoying the space on the road. Adam rode toward the back of the group at first, but there always seemed to be someone slower. That was fine, because the last thing Jennifer wanted was to be the chick who was always last. "Come on!" she pushed her husband's side and whispered into his ear as the road straightened out. "Let's have a bit of speed!"
Jennifer clung on to Adam as they raced forward. She loved feeling the power of the bike, the exhilaration of the rushing air, and the vibrations hitting her right between the legs. Jennifer's boots held a strong grip on the bike, but still her thighs juddered wildly as they rode quickly over a rough patch of road. She squealed gently to herself, and clung tightly to her husband. She had not forgotten how Adam had gone for her back in the bedroom, and she enjoyed wrapping her arms around him. No doubt he was feeling pretty pleased with himself, after seeing how the guys had reacted to his wife; and she couldn't blame him.
Jennifer leaned back a little, and a whoosh of air whipped inside her jacket, cooling her exposed cleavage. A blissful smile spread across her beautiful face as she felt it quickly billow down her tank top, cooling her from breast to belly. God, that felt nice. She winked at Dave, whose eyes she met as she glanced to her right. Even now, there seemed to be eyes on her all around! Well, let them stare, she thought to herself. She was having fun with Adam now. She planted a kiss on the back of his neck, and sensed him respond with approval.
Coming to an incline, Adam changed down as the engine labored slightly, so that the revs increased. Jennifer felt the increased vibrations travel up through the seat, juddering through her thighs and buttocks. Never having ridden in such tight jeans before, the sensation caught her by surprise. She could really feel her ass start to judder with the engine! She gasped, giggling at how it felt, and thinking that it probably looked pretty raunchy. She glancing behind to see who was there. Sure enough, a row of three bikes were right behind.
She might have known it. Those guys! But Jennifer was too excited by enjoying the country road with her husband to think about that now. She punched the air with one hand, and let out a wild "Whoooo!!!" Take that, guys, she thought to herself. Adam grinned, not knowing quite how closely his wife was being ogled from behind. Jennifer pushed herself up a little with her strong legs, lifting her ass off the seat for a moment, and wiggled it for the pursuing bikers to see. Her wide hips swayed, jiggling her big, firm ass purposefully through the tight jeans. "How you like that?" she called back. Thumbs were raised.
As Jennifer relaxed back down on the seat, she glanced back again. Who the hell was she showing off her butt to, anyway? One guy who'd been in that little group when she first arrived. Hah, she'd guessed as much – those guys' eyes had been all over her! Then she recognized Ben, who had a big grin on his face. How the hell had he got back there? Jennifer blushed: somehow that made it more personal, being checked out by someone the guy who'd invited her along. But oh well. And…. oh, yes of course, Jeff, the sleazy black beard guy. Well, she didn't care. If the price of this fun ride was having a pervert check out her ass, it was more than worth paying! It didn't do any harm anyway; and right now, she even enjoyed the feeling.
Further down the road, Adam began overtaking a few of the other riders. Nobody seemed to be making a huge effort to pass them again, and soon Adam's bike was near the front of the ride. When they hit the front of the line, Jennifer thought she'd better clue her husband in. She leaned forward to call into his ear. "You realize everybody is checking out my ass?" she called.
Adam laughed. "I wondered why they were going so slow!" he eased up on the throttle a little. "Well baby, I did warn you. And like I told you back at home…" he paused, reminded of their encounter in the bedroom and how he had longed to go further with her at the time… "You look totally beautiful, so I'm not surprised. Baby, are you still OK with this? They're being pretty obvious."
"Hell yeah!" she answered without a pause. Jennifer thoroughly loving the ride, and had no intention of letting up. It was especially enjoyable, too, knowing that she was the source of all the sexual interest on the trip; with all those men, including her husband, lusting over her, she felt totally alive. "It's just boys being boys! Baby, I'm totally loving the ride, and I feel all woman… your woman!" she squeezed her arms around him and slipped a hand down briefly to Adam's crotch. "And I can't wait until tonight."
"Me neither," Adam admitted, stiffening a little while trying to keep his attention on the road. "I hope we get some time to ourselves, you know what I mean?" He was answered by a feminine hum and a kiss on the back of his neck.
Other bikes started to pass them again and the whole bunch of them rode for perhaps another hour. Adam and Jennifer moved backward and forward through the line of riders serendipitously, enjoying the scenery and the freedom of the road. The attention paid to Jennifer was not a constant obsession, but it was ever-present; with around a dozen riders in the group there was always at least one or two nearby, and Jennifer with her jeans and boots stretched tightly around her strong legs was a sight from which none of the men could easily overlook.
After a long curve in the road, Adam saw a little diner by the side of the road and noted that there a whole bunch of bikes parked in the wasteland just to the side. A little trail led fed the parking lot from the road, and as he neared he realized that this was where the group was going to break. In fact, he could see some of them in the lot already, finally noticing that Ben was waving him over.
As Adam pulled off the road into the little space, some of the men whooped and clapped. Adam circled the cluster of men and bikes, and one of Ben's friends let out a wolf-whistle. Both husband and wife laughed at this, and a big smile spread across Jennifer's face. "Blow them a kiss, Jen," she heard her husband say; but she hardly needed encouragement.
As they neared the group, she pouted her red lips in their direction, motioning with her hand. A couple of men cheered, and one wolf-whistled loudly; Jennifer giggled, and Adam decided to play along, slowing to a crawl and circling the group a second time. Quickly, Jennifer shook down her hair and raised her arms, gyrating her shapely figure from side to side in the seat.
At this low speed, it was possible to see the exquisite spot of cleavage where her smooth breasts met, heaving with excitement took deep breaths of the warm air, a look of girlish delight on her flushed face. Somebody called out that her arrival was "Awesome!", and Jennifer raised her ass from the seat again, giving herself a few smacks on the seat of her pants. Her sweet giggles could be heard over the sound of the engine, until her husband slowed and parked up by the side of the other bikes.
Jennifer leapt off the saddle eagerly before he had even secured the bike. She clapped girlishly with delight and greeted the group that stood there, while the last few bikes rode in. She was loving this attention now, and wanted to play up to it. "Hey Ben!" she called out. "Hi Andy! Wow, it's hot now, don't you think?" She quickly took off her leather jacket, exposing her bare, tanned arms and leaving nothing more substantial than her little black tank top to cover her eye-catching cleavage.
Unsurprisingly, a number of the men were looking in her direction. "That was an awesome ride, wasn't it? I'm having such a great time!" She bounced toward them energetically, demonstrating her excitement after the morning's ride. Her impressive cleavage wobbled deliciously against the tight material, her sexy wisps of dark hair now dancing around the freckled skin of her shoulders.
"Awesome, yeah," one of the quieter guys muttered: a blond-haired guy in his late thirties called Rob, his mouth almost hanging open as he tried not to stare too obviously.
"The day's definitely heating up," Andy concurred, glancing down at her boot-covered calves. She saw him run his eyes slowly up her strong thighs, the dark blue jeans molded tightly around them, before lingering on her gorgeously exposed, tanned cleavage and finally returning, with just a trace of guilt, to her pretty, glossily made-up young face. Jennifer was genuinely excited by the ride of course, and with the testosterone in the group all directed her way, she could feel her body responding. Her breasts were tingling exquisitely as her husband joined the group, and the last of the bikes shut down their engines.
She beamed back at Andy even as Adam joined in the conversation, loving the obvious way he had eyed her up. She fluttered her mascara-laden lashes at Andy, knowing that Adam would not mind; and then gave the same treatment to another of the guys who engaged her in discussions about the morning's ride.
Jennifer cut a strong feminine figure standing confidently among the men, the womanly shape of her legs obvious through her tight jeans, emphasized by the high heels on her boots. It was easy for Ben to spot her, and as Adam was distracted to talking about bikes with some of the guys, he cheekily approached her and slipped a hand around her curvy waist. "How did ya like that, baby?" he muttered gruffly in her ear. "It's more fun in a big group, eh?"
Jennifer turned her pretty face upward to Ben's unshaven face. "You bet!" she nodded enthusiastically, thrilling as she saw his eyes, too, dip down into her cleavage. From his close position, she quickly guessed that he would be able to make out her bra inside the little top; from the look on his face, she knew she was right.
"Now, I know you're gonna be up the front end of the bike in the afternoon, right girl? I told your hub, that's part of the deal, right?" Ben winked.
Jennifer's face lit up all the more. "Oh, you bet! I just love to be up front!" she pushed her chest out a little, giggling, and nibbled on a finger. Playing the sex kitten was so much fun for her, and Ben was a little less obvious about his desires than some of the men there, which made him all the more fun for her.
He grinned back at her, then gave a slow, confident glance down at her front. "I can see that," he drawled.
Jennifer giggled like a flirty teenager, enjoying the wicked frisson of the situation. She ran a hand through her hair, letting it fall freely around her shoulders. "Thank you, Ben," she laughed, before some of the other riders joined them and the moment was ended.
Jennifer even found that she was comfortable with being temporarily separated from her husband. Everything felt so casual and fun. One rider, a fairly handsome thirty-something long-haired guy called Josh, engaged her in a discussion about keeping hair protected while riding. She was flattered again when he touched her hair, telling her how soft and it was, and joking that he should get tips for his rather unkempt, wispy hair. Jennifer joined in the laughter at that, and enjoyed the way the conversation seemed to center around her appearance.
Entering the bar, it seemed totally natural when the hand that slipped around her waist was Ben's, rather than Adam's. He even caressed her back with familiarity, before being replaced briefly by Rob, and then Andy.
Sitting opposite from her husband at the table, she accepted a drink and food that was bought for her, as well as a good many smiles and a few friendly caresses from the men. There seemed no harm in any of this, as Adam was right there with her, sharing in the conversation and clearly enjoying himself. He was also looking on her with an extra sense of pride today, she noticed. The only unfriendly eyes belonged to the blonde waitress who brought the food. Jennifer barely noticed as the sullen girl shot her a number of dirty glances. It didn't matter of course, as the party began to group for the second part of the ride, and Jennifer found that her meal had already been paid for.
With everyone regrouped at their machines, Jennifer showed no hesitation in climbing aboard the front of the bike. She had been looking forward to this part of the day more than anything, and for now she suddenly dropped her interest in her lustful fan club and turned her attention to the bike. She was comfortable with the machine, but given the excitement of the day and with food and some beer inside her she wanted to avoid any silly mistakes.
Jennifer had tied her hair up behind her and stowed her jacket. With Adam behind her she confidently kick-started and drove a slow, relaxed circle around the area before following Andy and Josh out onto the road. Her attitude commanded a certain respect, and with Adam suddenly riding as her passenger she began to turn savor the experience.
The sky was blue and the humid afternoon turned to a warm rush of wind as the bikes surged forward, Jennifer loving the feel of power between her legs. Adam barely guided her driving, presumably sitting back and enjoying the passing scenery instead. Jennifer liked the area they were driving through, but she was more interested in making a good job of the riding.
She noticed that some of the attention was off her for the time being. Perhaps because she was doing a good job, she was getting no special attention; and presumably the guys couldn't really see so much of her with Adam right behind. For almost an hour she was unbothered by the attentions of the men.
Jennifer played with speed a little and experimented with acceleration and revs on the open road. Seeing what she was about, Andy pulled up beside her with a grin on his face. He pointed at toward a big old tree by the side of the road which could be seen in the distance. Jennifer giggled, nodded vigorously, and careened off ahead of the older man.
Perhaps it was his experience, or lack of a passenger, that told in the end; but Andy pulled comfortably up alongside the frustrated Jennifer by the time they reached the marker. As he winked at her, she pouted back petulantly.
Jennifer played a little with the other bikes, toying with other little race-skirmishes along the way, joining in with the fun.
The afternoon was drawing on as the road began to climb and the air became cooler. The group generally slowed to a lower speed although the incline was only gradual. Slowly, Jennifer became more aware of the vibrations juddering through her body – her ass, and her chest. With the slight but noticeable dip in temperature, she was aware that her tank top was hardly enough cover, but she was hardly going to stop now to add more clothing.
It was Ben first, who pulled up alongside to shout "Nice work, lady!" at her, and whose eyes first swept down to her cleavage. Jennifer had almost forgotten how much of herself was on display; but following his eyes now, she almost shocked herself at the sight of her prominent, vibrating cleavage. She was visibly wobbling on this road! She felt a sudden thrill between her thighs as some of the other guys exchanged glances with her, and the thrill of being the day's plaything returned to her.
A few miles further on, Jennifer began to see signs to their destination, and the scenery changed a little, becoming greener. Seeing that the ride out was nearing its end, she began to think of the evening among this bunch of men. She also wondered how she would get to be alone with Adam, remembering their encounter at the start of the day. Would they be given space to themselves with all these men around? She realized that as the miles had passed, her pussy had grown gently moistened from the pounding of the road on the bike between her legs. This was normal for her, and part of the reason that she loved to ride. She hoped again that she would get to be with Adam tonight.
With the ride now slower, it was more obvious to the men what a voluptuous figure Jennifer was showing at the front of the bike. There was some unrestrained leering at the amount of tanned, full breast gently vibrating above the low line of her stretched tank top. Aware of the attention she was getting, Jennifer became more aware that her nipples were beginning to harden. The chill of the wind buffeting her exposed skin did little to stop that, but there was little she cared to do to rectify the situation now. She felt Adam's hands around her waist, and a sweet sensation of desire awoke within her bouncing, nubile body. She shifted uncomfortably inside her jeans. These things were so tight! As if reading her thoughts, Adam cupped her ass for a moment.
With a roar of his engine, Ben assumed direction of the group. He led them off from a side-turn in the road, quickly guiding them through a dense patch of trees before turning up a narrow driveway. Emerging at the apex, a miniature scene of idyllic natural beauty greeted the riders.
The drive led out onto an expanse of gravel, which led up to a large pine shack with an open porch. It was well constructed and obviously carefully tended, and presented a gleaming welcome from the relatively dark driveway. Beyond the shack, an expanse of grass led down to the tiny shore of a placid lake – only a few acres in width and giving an appearance of shallowness in depth, but nevertheless a place of some beauty. There was even a tiny jetty with an old rowboat attached by a short length of rope. The far side of the lake was just out of view, disappearing into trees, but its full size could easily be guessed. Jennifer gasped with delight: she had given little thought to their destination, but this was a far better sight to behold at the end of her first long solo ride, than she could have imagined.
Ben led the now slow procession of bikes to the shack, waving an arm coolly as a well-built man emerged. He quickly kicked his bike onto its stand, jumped off and exchanged buddy-punches with the owner of the shack. The signal set, there was general confusion as everyone tried to find a suitable place to leave their bikes. Jennifer laughed to herself as she joined in the melee, noting the Ben and the well-built guy watched with amusement.
Ben introduced their host as Jack; a number of them nodded with familiarity, and he made his way around the rest of the group. Some of the men had wasted no time in opening their travel-packs and distributing beer, and there were assurances that plenty more was to come.
When they were introduced to Jack, Jennifer and Adam felt as if they needed to be at their best behavior somehow; but despite his imposing height, a somewhat swarthy appearance and notable bicep, Jack had a slow, soothing manner which made them feel welcome. "I've been hearing good things about your riding, young lady," he rumbled at Jennifer. She thanked him, noticing that his gaze seemed to take in both her face and her chest at the same time.
Jennifer grabbed a cool beer and glanced down at herself. Now in just her tight jeans and tank top, her body felt thoroughly aroused by the sensations of the ride. Her pussy was gently pulsing with excitement from the feeling of power she had enjoyed; one of the thin straps of her tank top had slipped down over her smooth shoulder, allowing the top to sink slightly further.
Jack made sure that Jennifer felt welcome, patting her behind familiarly as if it was the most natural thing to do. Jennifer giggled at the cheek of that, but her face showed that she would allow almost anything, being practically buzzing with delight at the way the day had turned out. Jack glanced down at her exposed push-up bra and winced at the sight of her soft young breasts sitting up pertly. Jack noticed the cute freckles on her tanned shoulders and cleavage, and was joined by Dave and Andy as the three of them engaged her in talk about the ride and location.
Jennifer continued to talk and jabber away excitedly, hardly stopping to wonder where Adam had got to. He'd be back. Music was starting up, and a party was starting to get moving. As Jennifer leaned back to take a gulp of the beer, her hair cascaded around her bare shoulders, her top tightening further around her breasts and revealing, to the delight of the gawping three men, the exquisite dimples of Jennifer's erect nipples poking through the top. The marks of her arousal remained visible after she had downed the beer.
Jack made the most of his position as host, slipping his arm around Jennifer's shoulders. He towered above her, but she felt comfortable. "So, your husband's…"
"Adam – oh, there he is, I was wondering where he'd gotten too!" she broke away for a minute, swapping hand-slaps with Josh as she bounced her way over to see him. Her perky nipples were all the more obvious now, and drew a number of lustful glances as she did so.
Adam was engaged in some drinking ritual with Ben and Jeff, but broke off to talk to his wife. He didn't seem concerned about Jennifer's state of half undress – like the rest of the men, he was happy to enjoy the view. She linked arms with him for a while at the table though, and downed a whisky. The pungent smell of marijuana smoke filled the air and the music grew louder, and the married couple began to enjoy the evening's relaxation.
The sun set over the tree-tops rather than the lake, but made for a beautiful view of the sky nevertheless. Jennifer broke off from dancing with one or two of the guys, in time to catch a sheepish look from her husband. She hadn't been with him for an hour or so, and now he was engaged in a game of cards.
Jennifer bounced over. "Now don't bet the bike, honey!" she laughed lightheartedly at him. "We need to get home!"
Adam winked at her confidently. "How about I win us a new bike?" he answered loudly. Jennifer recognized the game as poker and realize what he was up to from the expressions on some of the other faces. The atmosphere seemed cool though, and she grabbed a beer, taking some air by the lakeside before returning to him.
"So, where's my bike?" she laughed. She reckoned she could get away with such a massive breach of etiquette by virtue of being the only girl, and sat herself next to him on the bench.
Jennifer knew a losing hand when she saw one, and Adam was holding trash. He was playing a reasonable game though, and she was relieved when he folded rather than get involved in some silly bluff. When the hand ended, Jennifer left him – cards was not a favorite pastime, and she was now convinced that Adam was playing sensible enough. The stakes were not too high anyway – worth playing for, but nothing for her to worry about.
Since Adam was enjoying his occasional vice, Jennifer headed off to grab a beer and see if there was anything left worth smoking.
Barely half an hour had passed when Adam touched her arm. "Jen, I'm having a few problems back there…"
Jennifer was nicely buzzed by this point, and had almost forgotten that Adam had been gambling. It didn't seem possible that there could be any sort of problem in this lovely place. "Tell your honey about it, baby."
Adam explained the amount of money he'd fallen behind with; some of the players were more experienced than he was used to, so he'd been losing some hands, and had tried to recoup when he had a chance against weaker players. Slowly but surely however, he had fallen into a slippery slope. The amount he had lost made her concerned, but Adam assured her that he would make good. He was just asking her opinion – he wanted to get back to evens.
Jennifer looked into his eyes and found herself trusting his judgment; he didn't seem to be drunk or overly concerned, he was just behaving earnestly by tell her. She sent him back with her blessing.
After another twenty minutes she thought she'd better drop in on the game. One look at her husband's face told her everything had not turned good. Ben was talking to him: "You know Adam, if you want to lay your bike as security, I'd be happy to let you ride it home first."
Jennifer couldn't believe what she was hearing. Had things got that bad? Adam shot her a sheepish look. She wondered what he had got himself into here. Adam was obviously trying to claw his way out of trouble but without funds remaining he was just slipping further into trouble
Without wanting to guide him further into problems, Jennifer suggested that if he knew what he was doing he could do the unthinkable, and take Ben up on his offer. It did seem like Ben was trying to help out of concern. It felt right enough; yes, and it wasn't like he was betting the whole thing.
A few minutes later however, one of the guys unveiled a devastating hand to take more away. Jennifer saw the blood drain from her husband's face. She knew this was getting serious now.
It was only another five minutes until Adam had practically lost their transport home. Jennifer shared his mortification – the idea of them having a bike each by next summer was suddenly evaporating before her eyes! She looked imploringly towards Ben, who had had perhaps the best night of all at the table.
To her surprise, Ben spoke straight to her as if he knew what she was thinking. "Sure, there could be another way out."
Every set of men's eyes at the table landed on her. If she hadn't laid so much blusher on herself a little earlier, she might have turned red anyway.
"You know Adam, you must have noticed our lady here has been kind of popular with the guys. We could always have a little show to make up for your debts, what do you think?"
There was a chorus of approval around the table. Adam looked on helplessly as the men all stared at his wife. Jennifer had been bending over her husband's chair and straightened, but couldn't help a little wiggle of her wide hips as she did so. Her breasts were sitting proud for all to see, and there was an intake of air around the table.
Adam took a swig of the whisky he had previously been sipping. "What… sort of show?" Jennifer's red painted lips parted a little. Was Adam considering this? What about what she thought? Maybe she needed a whisky herself!
Ben looked up at the exquisitely concerned expression on her flawless face. "What sort of show depends on how much you guys want the bike back. Or how much of that money you're willing to do without."
Now Jennifer really did need a whisky. But with the eyes of every man in the room on her, she found it difficult to consider the suggestion neutrally. And Adam seemed to be seriously considering the idea. "Well, perhaps…" The words had escaped her lips almost before her brain had decided to form them. What was she agreeing to? She glanced at Adam. He looked half shocked, half relieved. She had expected him to nip the idea in the bud. Now, Jennifer really grab his whisky.
Ten minutes later on the front porch, Jennifer found herself the only member of the gathering who was not seated. She had had not time to check herself, and so she appeared before them as she was dressed and made-up at that point of the evening: her curly, vibrant hair around her bare shoulders, her breasts straining to be free from the black bra and top; and her round ass and strong legs encased in skin-tight denims. As had been the case throughout the day, the men's' eyes devoured her hungrily.
With her dark blue jeans disappearing into her long black boots, she was hardly in a position to put on a sexy striptease. She exchanged a confused glance with her husband, who seemed slightly aroused to see his wife so obviously the center of attention after the long day. She supposed that Adam still carried the morning's passion, and was craving her now; well, if all that was required to save the day was a quick flash of her breasts, she'd be happy enough with that. She was a bit foggy from the evening's intake, and felt like there need be no issue with such a display.
Ben wasted no time, quickly removing Jennifer's confusion about what he wanted. "OK Jennifer, you've been a great addition to the day so far, and I just know that we're all liking what we've seen of you so far."
There was a rumble of approval from the men, and to her distaste she heard the creepy Jeff call out, "Got that right!"
Ben continued: "We were all lovin' your ass when you were on the back of the bike. Why don't you bend over and remind us just how great that looks?"
Jennifer gasped. So this was what Ben wanted – her was going to show her off for the men's' amusement? She still didn't think that jeans were good for a striptease, but she supposed that right now she would just do as she was told. She reasoned that there was nothing wrong with a bit of bending and flashing, if it saved the bike!
She turned her back to the watching men and stuck her round ass out toward them. Feeling the skin-tight denim of the jeans tighten around her ass, she leaned forward and presented Ben with the view he'd requested. There was an intake of breath, and a few whistles as she showed off her ass. Jennifer giggled, then gave her hips a little wiggle and ran a hand over her own taught roundness for them. "Like this?" she cooed. She glanced at Adam, who was staring just as hard as the other men.
Ben laughed. "Yup. Now who wants to feel that fine, fine ass?"
Jennifer gulped. So Ben wanted a hands-on show! She supposed that for the money at stake…
Her thought was cut short as an unwelcome voice spoke out. "I'll take a piece of that!" Jeff called out. He hardly hesitated, striding toward her. Jennifer instinctively straightened: of all the men there, why did it have to be the guy who creped her out?
Ben laughed. "Oh come on Jen, let him have a feel! You don't want to give up so soon, think of what's at stake!"
She glanced Adam again who seemed to concur with Ben, and resigned herself to her fate. She glanced back at the black-bearded Jeff, who was already leering at her. She saw his eyes widen as she bent over provocatively for him and waited for the inevitable.
She caught her breath as she felt the initial contact. Jeff's hand slithered its way slowly across her taught, round ass. Glancing back, at him, she caught the lustful gaze on his face as his fingertips explored the sweet crevice beneath her ass-cheeks, then roughly fondled her buttocks. She felt him shake her gently, causing her ass to wobble slightly; the men cheered, and Jeff gave her a couple of gentle slaps, then trailed his fingers right down the middle of her ass. It was such a filthy, intimate grope that there was felt her dignity had been snatched away in front of the watching eyes.
"Nice, Jeff, I bet that feels good." Jack joined in with Ben's baiting of their captive performer. "Ain't it someone else's turn now?"
Ben laughed. "Well, that's the ass man happy. Now who else wants to play with our prize?"
Andy, was barely able to restrain himself. "I'll have a piece of that action!" he laughed.
Jennifer felt that the men were being selected to creep her out the most! She was glad to see Jeff sit down again, but Andy was far too old to be getting his hands on her – no man with grey hair had ever touched her in a sexual way!
Still, all she had to do was concur and the day would be saved. Jennifer felt Andy's hands confidently grab her waist, and encourage her to stand up. "Let's take a look at this sexy top of yours," he told her.
Jennifer watched as Andy's earlier restraint gave way to an obvious longing for her flesh. He stood straight in front of her and gently stroked her neck, then her freckled shoulders. Her breasts were inches from his probing fingertips, rising to strain against her tight top as she breathed more heavily in response to his attentions. Her freckled, soft cleavage moved gently, inviting his touch.
As had been the case earlier in the evening, Jennifer's her nipples were visible through the thin material of her top. Now, it gave the impression that she was aroused by Andy's attentions. She had to admit that there was something exciting in being explored this way, with the audience watching in rapt attention. She could not help but gasp as he skillfully cupped one of her breasts through the thin material, feeling its weight, before finally brushing the backs of his fingers along her soft, exposed flesh and gently caressing the tops of her semi-exposed breasts.
"It's pretty nice actually," Jennifer laughed as his fingers dipped into her cleavage. There was another rumble of approval from the watching men, as she giggled girlishly while having her breasts felt. She glanced at Adam, who smiled back at her. This was pretty dirty, but not too bad, she decided – Adam was obviously enjoying the show, and if he was OK with it, then this was the best way out of their predicament.
Jennifer was braced for Andy to fully expose her womanhood, but he restricted himself to tracing his fingers over what was visible, and fondling her through her top. She had to admit it felt nice, and while this was the strangest of experiences in full view of the watching men, she knew there could be worse experiences having her attractiveness confirmed in front of these lusty men. She caught her breath as Andy rubbed his fingers across the little nubs in the material of her tank top, caused by her erect nipples. He squeezed gently, sending pleasurable sensations through her breasts. Jennifer gulped: there was no disguising how nice that felt. She writhed a little in her boots, while not daring to move from the spot in case she somehow transgressed whatever rules Ben had in mind. She ground the high heels of her boots into the ground.
It was Jack's voice that broke the silence. "Oh yeah, I think she likes that!" There were laughs and claps. "What do you think, Adam?"
Adam just coughed and nodded: "Well, yeah, I guess she would!"
Jennifer knew that she should feel demeaned being discussed in this way; but somehow the attention was giving her a more agreeable sensation. She was almost disappointed when Ben called out to stop the contact: "All right. That's enough for you right now, Andy."
Jennifer wondered how much of this there would be. "Right now", Ben had said: how much more fondling would there be? As she wondered, she was aware of a mumbled discussion between some of the men; and then Josh, the long-haired guy who had so complimented Jennifer's looks a little earlier, stood up from his chair. "I'll take that hit!" he said. She wondered what he meant.
Josh brushed the hair from Jennifer's face, where it had fallen as Andy did his work. He appraised her as she stood before the men, running his eyes slowly over her ass bulging out of her sheer jeans, her breasts straining at her top. But Josh brushed his fingers against her face. "She looks beautiful, you know…" He appraised her closely, the thick mascara and liner framing her clear, hazel blue eyes, her blushed cheeks, her full, red lips. "I bet she looks fantastic giving head."
The men all laughed. "Well, Adam?" Ben chuckled. "I bet she does, is he right?" Adam nodded sheepishly. "Well then," Ben paused for effect. "Let's see."
Josh placed a hand on each of Jennifer's shoulders, playing with her straps for a moment, before gently pushing downward. She gulped, and glanced at Adam, who seemed nervous, but nodded almost imperceptibly. Without thinking further, Jennifer sank to her knees to a chorus of approval from the watching men.
Now she knew she was in deep: she was kneeling in front of Josh, her face inches from his crotch. There was no mistaking what was expected to happen, and she supposed she would have to go through with it: Adam had nodded, and there was clearly an expectation. Things could go badly for them now, she reasoned, if she refused. Reaching her hands forward, Jennifer felt the bulge in Josh's jeans: he was already quite hard, it seemed. As he loosened his belt, she tugged at the top button, feeling it pop open easily.
Pulling his jeans down to his ankles, Jennifer kept her eyes on the good-looking, long-haired man's bulging boxers. She could smell his desire for her, and knew what had to come next. She had not touched another man since marrying her husband; but she knew with a grave certainty that that had to end now.
Jennifer rubbed the bulge in his boxers, feeling him harden. The tip of his cock was exposed through the slit in the shorts; and taking courage, she yanked them down with one hand, grabbing at his suddenly-exposed manhood with the other. Josh groaned out loud as she wrapped her hand around his stiffening member, gently caressing his thickness, pulling him towards her.
"You go, girl!" she heard Jack call out. There was no sense in delaying: Jennifer leaned forward, letting his length touch her soft face, then gently licking the top of his shaft. Ducking down, she kissed the base, then gently drew her tongue along the whole of his length. She kissed the tip of his circumcised cock-head, then licked his length again, familiarizing herself with the intimate taste. Finally, she swirled her tongue around him, hearing him grunt with approval, before slipping his cock between her pouting red lips.
There was an intake of breath all around as Jennifer began to suck the cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes, but could still feel the eyes of the men upon her. She cupped Josh's balls in one hand and kept swirling her tongue around his shaft as she moved her head downward, allowing his hardness deeper into her mouth. She heard Josh's breathing become deeper; so she bobbed her head a few times, her red lips caressing the length of his now full-erect cock.
After a few strokes like this, Jennifer moved her hand from Josh's balls to the base of his cock, and gave him a few hard jerks while still sucking at his tip. Then she took the whole length back in, tilting her head as she took him into her cheek, feeling her mouth bulge outward.
"Nice!" Jack clapped his hands. "She's a good little cocksucker, eh fellas?"
There was a rumble of agreement, and Jennifer heard Josh speak up. "Her mouth feels fucking amazing," he confirmed for the audience. "She totally knows what she's… ohhh!!" his sentence ended abruptly as Jennifer started to bob her head up and down rapidly, taking his cock right into her mouth, her nose almost grazing his stomach. Her soft brunette curls danced around her shoulders as she brought ecstasy to the gasping man, her full breasts bouncing up and down within her thin black bra.
After a minute of this frenzied activity, Jennifer lifted her lips from around Josh's glistening cock; a long trail of her saliva extended from her lips as she grabbed his length and rubbed him. She let it fall across her chest as she extended her tongue to lick his tip, then dipped her head to taste his balls. Kissing him there, she teasingly licked her way slowly up his length before taking him deep into her mouth again, sucking and slurping.
Seeing Jennifer's sexy face performing this way, there was no way that Josh could last out for very long. She repeated her actions two or three times more, before he began to groan loudly and twitch inside her mouth. Jennifer slipped him out of her mouth and busily licked up and down the length of his shaft, knowing that he was ready to climax. As she circled her tongue around his pulsing cock-head, she felt his body stiffen and heard a groan of release. His cock released a jet of cum which hit her in the open mouth, coating the tip of her tongue and her pouting red lips with the thick white goo. She stopped working on him, knowing that the job was done; a second spurt joined the first, trailing down her chin and dripping onto her chest, just above her heaving breasts.
There were cheers from all around. "Nice!" Jack approved. "That's a great sight!"
Josh composed himself and headed back to his seat. He turned to one of the men. "Ben, you gotta get yourself some of that action, man, she's got all the moves."
Ben shook his head. "Nah. Time for us to see a bit more of this girl."
Jennifer gulped. Was it not over, yet? She looked across at Ben, her lipstick now smeared with cum – she wasn't sure where it all was, but wiped some from her lips before speaking. "You want more?"
Ben laughed. "Oh yeah, that's not enough for all of that debt. You gotta go further. Take your jeans off!"
Jennifer glanced at Adam. He seemed resigned to this going further: and having gone as far as giving a blow-job, she didn't want that wasted for the sake of showing her legs. "OK…" She unzipped her boots and removed them, then bent over to shuffle her way out of her tight jeans.
There were cheers and whoops as the men saw Jennifer's shapely round ass finally bared. They appreciated the sheer black panties which she had chosen for Adam that morning; their sexy cut barely covered her ass at the back, and although the men were too far to see in such detail, Jennifer knew that they were moist with her pussy juices. She had been so aware of the closely watching men that there had been no way she could have stopped herself from growing wet during the act she performed upon Josh. Her thighs were strong, and as smooth as the men had hoped. They knew the shape of her legs well enough, after a day of watching her so closely. "Now," Ben continued. "Boots back on, girl." She hesitated, confused for a moment, but did as she was bidden.
Ben stood up and approached Jennifer. "Now let's go see this bike you're trying to save." He led her a few steps to the side, where Adam's bike was parked. Some of the men followed, but the nearer of them remained seated. "OK, handy that it's parked here, don'tcha think?" With a fast movement, Ben confidently hooked his fingers underneath Jennifer's tank top and lifted it up. He whistled when he saw her body, then gently persuaded her arms upward.
"Niiiice!" he laughed as the hem of the tight garment edged upward, revealing her stomach and shapely waist. "Take it off."
Jennifer flicked her sexy tank top up her arms, hearing the men whistle as her bra was now fully revealed, fitting snugly around her heaving breasts. She felt shocked that she was now standing in front of the men, dressed in nothing more than her boots, bra and panties. She glanced at the watching men, seeing them gawp at her. She had to admit it made her feel good that they were so interested in her, and wiggled her broad hips for them, watching their eyes follow her.
"Sit down a moment." Ben pointed to a nearby chair. Jennifer did as she was instructed, and watched as Ben unbuttoned the front of his jeans, quickly removing them completely. Ben seemed to have no problem with baring himself in front of his mates, as a moment later he hooked the hemline of his boxer shorts over the considerable bulge and freed his growing erection as Jennifer and the guys looked on.
Ben traced his fingers around the soft curves of Jennifer's cleavage, gently massaging her breasts. He dwelt upon the softness of her freckled skin, toying with the sexy trim of the bra as her breasts rose and fell, admiring their firmness. Then without warning, he moved right in front of her and guided his cock to her chest. Pushing her breasts together, he looked down as the softness of Jennifer's cleavage enveloped his rigid cock.
With her pretty face level with Ben's hairy stomach, Jennifer gasped and glanced at the watching faces. She saw their expressions change to satisfaction as Ben began to fuck her full, delicious breasts, feeling his cock grow as he enjoyed the pleasing softness that she brought to his throbbing hardness. Jennifer gasped with surprise as she felt and sensed just how keen Ben was to make the most of her body.
As he thrust into her soft cleavage, Ben squeezed Jennifer's breasts roughly, jerking the bra down and letting more of her soft, tanned flesh spill out. She felt him grow fully hard as he rubbed himself against her, a drip of pre-cum spilling from his tip and smearing across her cleavage. It joined the residue from Josh's ejaculation on her soft chest.
Finally, Ben pulled back and took another good look at her. Jennifer's sexy hair was more unkempt after the action with Josh and the insistent back-and-forth of Ben's own tit-fucking. One bra strap had fallen down over her bare shoulder and her left breast was exposed, her large pink nipple on view for all the men to see. There was a group intake of breath as the men took in the sight of her erect nipple. Her other nipple was visible through the thin material of the bra, poking through and making obvious that she was enjoying this form of appreciation.
"Stand up." Ben was dogmatic in his instruction: he knew what he wanted next. He guided Jennifer over to Adam's bike and instructed her turn around. Jennifer's large ass wobbled as she moved, her white skin showing off its softness. Ben moved in behind her and bent her forward. He lifted her up slightly, feeling her ass as he pushed her against her husband's bike.
"Man, she feels fucking great," Ben commented for the onlookers. Jennifer did not fight Ben's obvious physical directions, suddenly sandwiched between the big man's rough thighs and the metal and plastic of Adam's bike seat. The men had a full sight of the turtle tattoo on the small of her back as she bent forward, feeling Ben immediately trace his hand between her thighs. She caught her breath, whimpering aloud as Ben traced his fingers against her wet pussy, then felt her face flush as she remembered how obvious her every reaction would be to the on looking men. She glanced at Adam for reassurance, but he seemed just as interested in watching her bend as the rest of the men. He didn't even notice her looking at him.
Jennifer could feel Ben's hard cock as he moved between her thighs and coaxed them apart. "She's fucking wet already," she heard him comment. She knew it was true. Then suddenly, she felt the sexy panties she had worn for Adam being pulled to the side by this brute of a man. The thong-like cut strained into her ass, but there was no denying Ben now. She felt his cock moving toward her wet opening, then his hands on the small of her back, pushing her down on the bike so that he could control her position. Jennifer's pussy throbbed with anticipation as she realized what was coming next, then she gasped aloud as she felt the tip of Ben's cock find her opening and slip fluidly inside.
Pulling her back toward him, Ben thrust right into Jennifer's hot, tight pussy. She let out a girlish gasp as he penetrated her halfway in, then groaned as he finished the job with a second stroke. "Nice," she heard someone comment as her booted heels struggled for purchase on the ground, her white ass wobbling in full view of the watching crowd.
"She feels fucking amazing," Ben reported. Jennifer felt her pussy lubricate further as she struggled to take in her situation – the leader of the gang, his cock inside her, reporting on the pleasure she was giving to the other men, including her husband. She couldn't believe this was happening – how real it felt, and how aroused she was to be the focus of all these lusty men. Her half-stunned face turned to her husband as she spread her thighs a little further, and this time Adam caught her eye. If anything he offered her a look of encouragement.
Ben began to move inside Jennifer now, thrusting back and forth. The soft plastic of the bike seat creaked as she began to whimper, feeling Ben forcing himself in and out of her with gusto. Her round ass bounced as his thick thighs started to slap against her soft flesh, the rhythmic sound of the sex quickly becoming audible. Jennifer was gasping for air, completely trapped against Adam's bike, and her gentle squirming only seemed to spur Ben on. He was treating her roughly now, fucking her hard and starting to groan himself, now losing himself in the pleasure of having his cock inside the voluptuous woman. Another glance at Adam, but he didn't seem to have much of a problem with what was happening to her.
Jennifer had always loved being treated roughly by a man who took control of her. It made it harder to control herself as Ben fucked her. She had intended to let Ben get off quickly, and then maybe the whole "payment" would be at an end; but with him forcing the pace, there was little for Jennifer to do but take the pounding he was giving her, and hope the bike would stand firm.
This was not the biggest cock Jennifer had ever had – he was about the same size as Adam, or maybe slightly thicker – but there was something primal in the rough way he was fucking her, which made things so different for Jennifer. The slaps of Ben's thighs against Jennifer's her ass grew louder, her own noises now adding to the unmistakable sound. She could not deny the feeling of pleasure and release as the thick cock pummeled her wet pussy.
As the pleasure in her crotch continued to build, Jennifer found herself letting out a series of little shrieks then finally wailing as she was pushed over the edge, force-fucked into experiencing an orgasm. In her submissive position, she shuddered and writhed as Ben ground his cock slowly around inside her pussy, enjoying the spasms of her hot, wet pussy as she abandoned herself to her climax. When she finished, Ben simply pulled himself out of her and gave his slick-coated erection a couple of hard strokes, gasping with release and jerking straight as he shot his load over Jennifer's red, quivering ass.
Released from Ben's grip, Jennifer struggled to her feet, feeling Ben's cum dribble down onto the back of her strong thigh. Both breasts were now in full view for the first time, with the bra nothing more than a stretched-aside piece of cloth cupping them a little from beneath. Her little panties were in similar condition, still riding to one side as Ben had left them, soaking wet from Jennifer's pussy juices.
There were whistles from the watching men as Jennifer as she reached her hands behind herself, resigned that nothing was going to stay hidden. She dropped her bra onto Adam's bike, fondling her sensitive breasts gently as she turned back to the excited mass of watching men.
"You better get those panties off too," he instructed. There was no modesty left for Jennifer now: she let them fall down her smooth legs, kicking up a boot to collect them and deposit them onto the bike. The men now had a full frontal view of Jennifer's shaved pussy, gaping slightly from the rough fucking she'd just received, but still looking ripe for the taking. Her full breasts drew more attention now that she was finally freed from them. With nothing but her boots on, she had no way to hide herself. She noticed that Adam seemed as much enraptured as many of the men she had met only that day. "You're doing well, Jen," Ben continued. But there's still a ways to go. We better work you harder. Jack?"
Jack had moved from his chair, and now proceeded to gather a rug and spread it out on the ground in front of the men's' chairs. Beer bottles popped as Ben led Jennifer to the middle of the rug. Jerry, a man of middle build and fairly young age, stood as Jack beckoned him. Slightly bashfully, he moved to the centre of the rug. Jennifer noticed that he seemed to be having performance issues in front of the men, his half-erection sagging slightly as he sensed their eyes on him. She was having no such problem herself now, with the mixture of sexual release and intoxicating substances buzzing through her nubile body. She strode over to him wearing nothing but her boots and, business-like, settled on her knees in front of him.
As soon as she brushed Jerry's cock with her cheek, she felt him start to overcome his slight problem. She made a show of gulping him down, hearing him groan in ecstasy as she sucked his length deep into her mouth. Her big, round breasts bounced freely now, as she bobbed her way up and down his length, growing longer with each stroke, her lip-smacking and slurping occasionally loud enough for the crowd to hear. "She looks nasty," she heard someone say, and only then did she know that they had a full view despite the constant movement of her long, dark curls.
Jerry began to groan and she slipped his cock out of her mouth, feeling a dribble of his pre-cum slither across her cheek as she did so. "Fuck her, man," someone encouraged, but Jerry was already grabbing the now fully-willing Jennifer by the shoulders and encouraging her forward onto her hands. He traced his hands down her full, shapely curves as he moved behind her, lingering at her waist, as Jennifer settled onto all fours.
Jennifer's nipples were eye-catching enough, but brought further into focus by their erect state. Her large breasts hung exquisitely beneath her full frame, attracting the stare of most of the men. The remainder were watching her face as she felt Jerry mauling her ass, his now rigid cock sliding against the wetness of her inner thighs. She realized now that her pussy had been dripping with wetness as she gave him the blowjob that had aroused him to this state; and given the state Ben had left her pussy in, it was obvious she was ready to be fucked again.
Choosing his moment unceremoniously, Jerry pushed himself inside Jennifer's hot pussy in one smooth motion. There was a grumble of affirmation among the watching men as they studied her reaction. Jennifer closed her eyes and groaned as Jerry began to fuck her, feeling her ass wobbling as he quickly picked up the pace. He was an easy fit for her willing pussy, the motion smooth and lubricated by her juices. For a moment the only sound to be heard was the slaps of his thighs against her round, juddering ass; then the men began to voice their feelings.
"She's loving it… check that expression on her face."
"Yeah Adam, what d'you think… wifey loves a good fuck, eh?"
She heard Adam hoarsely agreeing that she did.
"Fuck, look at her tits swing!"
Jennifer guessed this was true; she could feel their heaviness as she enjoyed the fucking in full view of her husband.
Jack's voice now. "Someone needs to get another cock in that chick's mouth!"
There was a bustle of activity, and Jennifer looked up to see Rob, the thirty-something blond-haired guy she had met alongside Andy, moving toward her. He unzipped his jeans and knelt before her, hooking his boxers over the obvious bulge to reveal a big, stiff erection. Jennifer's face was sultry and flushed as Jerry slowed his thrusts behind her for a moment to allow Rob easier access to her hot mouth.
"Suck it baby!" she heard someone say, and wondered if it was Adam; but by now the evening was just one mass of hard cocks wanting her to satisfy them. Gazing up sexily at Rob's semi-naked body, she caught his eye as she parted her lips and sucked him deep into her mouth.
Rob groaned loudly as Jennifer snaked her tongue around his shaft, then heard her whimper as the slaps of Jerry's thighs against her ass increased in volume and frequency once more. Jennifer's body was forced a little further forward with each stroke, driving Rob's cock deeper into her wet, slurping mouth. Her nose almost touched his stomach as she sucked and slurped, taking him all the way inside; then she withdrew and gasped for air, whimpering at the force of Jerry's thrusts, her drool hanging from her pouted lips for a few intense seconds before she caught her breath enough to take Rob's cock back inside her mouth again. Rob groaned with the exquisite pleasure her mouth provided, brushing her hair aside from her face so that he and the watching men could see. Jennifer's cheek was distended, Rob's cock bulging outward as she gagged noisily, slurping on cocks at both ends.
"She does two guys well," Jack muttered darkly and approvingly. Jennifer looked up and caught Adam's expression as he watched his wife suck and fuck two virtual strangers. He seemed transfixed, and the look of conflicting emotions on his face was giving way to joy. Even as she worked her hips backward to take Jerry's cock deeper insider her, she saw a familiar look on her husband's face: the look she was more used to seeing as he climaxed inside her. It was replaced by a look of surprise mixed with relief as he looked down at his own crotch. Jennifer realized that her husband had just climaxed in his pants watching her… yet she had been watching, and he hadn't even touched himself to get off.
The realization that Adam was loving what was being done to her put Jennifer into the wildest sexual mood she could remember. Gasping and whimpering, she ground onto Jerry's cock as she let out deep groans, bobbing wildly on Rob's cock. She heard Jerry cry out in delight and pull from her smooth pussy. A jet of hot cum landed on her ass as she heard his groans of relief. A second spurt dripped down her thigh as she felt Jerry rub himself against her big, soft ass.
She popped Rob's saliva-covered cock noisily out of her mouth. "Get that thing in my pussy," she muttered huskily. "I want more cock." Rob didn't hesitate, but pulled off his jeans and replaced Jerry between her shapely thighs.
Rob pushed gently and watched as his cock, tinted slightly red with Jennifer's lipstick, disappeared into her willing pussy. She groaned and immediately bucked her hips backward, taking Rob all the way inside her. "Fuck!" she heard him exclaim behind her, to the amusement of the watching men. ""She's definitely into this!"
Jennifer showed that she was certainly starting to make the most of her situation, forcing herself back onto Rob's length rhythmically, doing most of the work. She gasped with pleasure and exertion as her pussy slurped at the hard cock buried inside her, hearing Rob's moans as she fucked him. Her knees were hurting now, as the ground was hard beneath the rug; but she continued undeterred. She shifted to relieve her hands slightly, and the watching men were treated to a full view of her full breasts juddering beneath her smooth body, as she let out a long groan of pleasure.
After a few minutes of allowing Jennifer to control the pace, Rob began to fuck her on his own terms. Jennifer groaned, but allowed him to control the pace of the movement as his hands slid forward from her buttocks and grasped her by the waist. Once again a man's thighs slapped noisily against her reddened, exposed ass for all to hear. The sound was easier to hear now, the moisture of Jerry's cum still on her ass, occasionally slurping as it lubricated the skin of the two rough-fucking performers on the rug. She began to yelp noisily, gasping for air as he pounded into her. "She's gonna cum again," she heard Jack's voice gloating over her as the inexorable rise of pleasure, which came in waves emanating from her sopping wet pussy.
Jennifer had a full view of the lustful gazes of the men as her orgasm overwhelmed her, but had to close her eyes as the pleasure became too much. With Rob's cock still pumping her used pussy, she wailed helplessly, her smooth back arching and her breasts bouncing freely, their erect nipples pulsing exquisitely with delight. "Ooh! A, yeah! Fuck me good and hard Rob, it feels fucking… amaz…..!!!" She shuddered on the ground, moaning as the orgasm swept through her, feeling Rob slow his pace only slightly to allow her a moment's respite as she gasped for air.
She heard Jack's voice again. "Somebody needs to plug that mouth." God, Jennifer thought to herself, how many more men would she be able to handle? She was tasting a mixture of different men in her mouth now, and her knees and hands were hurting from maintaining this position, but she supposed she would have to remain so for now. She had come this far, and didn't want to get into some form of semi-bargaining for the debt – it would be so much better if it were to be cancelled in full.
Her eyes were still closed as she heard the footsteps of the next man in front of her, and he coolly reached to her side to grab her swinging breasts. She whimpered, "Ow! Ooh yeah!" as he mauled them, rubbing her sensitive nipples between the rough skin of his fingertips.
"They're heavy and horny," she heard a drawling voice mutter to the watching crowd. Something about that voice riled her, and her mascara-laden eyelashes flicked open to see Jeff beside her, grabbing at her sensitive breasts, a look of debauched delight on his face, part-hidden by his dirty beard. She had taken a dislike to him earlier and at close quarters she still didn't like him. He was rough with her soft flesh as a gleam of delight filled his eyes. "Here you go," he announced, and without any fanfare he unzipped his jeans and thrust his dark, wrinkled, hardening cock in the direction of her face.
At first Jennifer tried to avoid it, but she was hardly in a position to do so – Rob's thrusts were growing harder as he enjoyed the moist, soft embrace of her pussy, and Jeff was anything but shy about how he presented his growing member. When her mouth failed to open as keenly as it had for the other men, he tried coaxing her by rubbing it against her cum-smeared cheek. "C'mon baby, open up," he cooed sarcastically. Jennifer jerked her head to the side, but even as she did so she knew it was pointless, feeling him dribble with excitement, almost against her ear. The things she'd do for her husband…
Jennifer succumbed and parted her lips into a willing "O" shape, then turned her head toward the tip of Jeff's filthy cock. He grunted with relief as she sucked on him and, with a moment of hesitation, took him into her mouth. Almost immediately he began to buck his hips forward rudely, fucking her mouth rather than waiting for her to suck. She let out a cry of protest, but it was too late: in her prone position, with Rob fucking her from behind, she was truly trapped on all fours as Jeff filled her mouth with his cock. Jennifer spluttered a little, and saliva dribbled down her chin as she struggled to take keep her composure as she was fucked by two men. She gagged noisily as Rob's thighs slapped against her own reddened ass, then let out a soft whimper as Jeff tugged at her tousled, matted brunette hair. "Take a breath," he told her, which she did noisily before he plunged his manhood back into her mouth, this time thrusting at an angle and causing a bulge to appear repeatedly in the side of her pretty face.
"Mmmmm!" Jennifer's cry was half-protest, half-pleasure as she felt Rob begin to fuck her in shorter, sharper thrusts.
"That mouth feels fuckin' awesome," she heard Jerry gloat to the crowd.
"Oooarrggh!!!" She heard Rob's cry from behind her as he mauled her big, soft ass-cheeks, his cock jerking wildly inside her as it pumped his semen into her. She felt the hot load shoot deep inside her – a sensation which might have brought her off again, but for the discomfort in her mouth.
Slowly, the frenzied activity of the two men slowed and ceased. Rob pulled his moist erection out of Jennifer's sloppy pussy with an audible squelch, then lay gasping for a moment. Jeff grinned as he popped his cock out of Jennifer's abused mouth. "Good, that makes room for me."
As Jeff moved behind her, Jennifer once again had a view of the watching crowd. Adam's face was reddened now, perhaps as a result of his earlier climax, or some other reaction to seeing her used this way. She held his eyes for a second but was somehow unable to gain any particular message – he seemed as resigned to her fate as she was. Jack was watching as if he knew what was coming, and most of the men were staring lustfully at her. Ben looked on with satisfaction.
Jennifer had finally caught her breath, but the respite lasted only a moment. She could feel the sleazy sensation of Rob's cum leaking out of her used pussy, just as Jeff's hand touched her ass. He began to caress her full buttocks, initially as if to coax the hot stickiness out of her by encouraging her movement. He pushed a finger into her juicy wetness, gently poking into her, as if he intended a gentle seduction. After a minute though, she felt his fingers creep up her sweaty crevice, probing rudely into another hole. These fingers were colder, and she gasped aloud as she realized that he was using lubricant.
Still fingering her pussy, Jeff began to penetrate Jennifer's tight asshole with his lubricant-smeared hand. He had both hands inside her now, making her cry out in anguish. But there was no denying the pleasurable feeling which the attentions of so many men had left between her supple thighs. Waves of excitement from her well-fucked pussy accompanied the shock she felt at having this awful man's fingers stealing their way into her ass. He kept adding lubricant and probing further, each time making his job easier, as Jennifer began to writhe, whimper and squeal with surprise at the sensations she was feeling. The toes of her boots ground into the rug. As she gasped loudly at one particularly rude thrust, her now wide eyes looked askance at the watching crowd, but if anything they seemed more intent.
"I wonder if our friend Adam has fucked this asshole," Jeff gloated meanly as he savored her reactions. Jennifer bit her lip: only she and her husband knew the answer to that, and she wasn't telling. "Ah…" she heard him sigh. "Who cares." He began to finger-fuck her in both holes with the same hand, making her shriek with alarm. She knew now that he was planning to fuck her ass in front of these men, and nobody seemed to be stopping him. She let out a long wail of what she thought should be distress, but it sounded more like excitement and anticipation.
She felt the cold shock of one last thumb full of lubricant being worked into her before Jeff slapped his hard cock between her ass-cheeks. He played with her buttocks for a second, rubbing himself up and down them, before pulling them apart. Jennifer felt his tip at her most private opening, and closed her eyes tightly in anticipation.
To her surprise, she felt him slip inside her tight ass with little discomfort. Still, she squealed girlishly, bringing a round of applause from the audience. Barely able to comprehend what was being done to her now, her body quivered and sweated as Jeff pressed himself home, surprisingly gently. She moaned more deeply now, feeling him slide inexorably deeper into her. It felt so wrong, and yet kind of raunchy at the same time; she experienced a moment of panic, in fear that he might go so deep that he somehow stuck inside of her. But as Jeff grunted with the pleasure he seemed to be getting from her, her pulled out a little, establishing a fucking motion for the first time. Jennifer was shocked that he had got so far.
Jennifer's hands and knees were aching so that as Jeff began to push harder into her tight hole she was forced forward slowly, stroke by stroke, forward and downwards, her doggy-position slowly collapsing. Finally her throbbing breasts were trapped right against the ground, her strong thighs roughly parted either side of the sneering bearded man behind her as he kept fucking her round ass with short but fluid motions. Jennifer was growling under his attentions and weight, groaning and gasping as he reamed her back passage remorselessly.
So this was what he'd been thinking when he was checking her out from behind on the bike, she realized. She'd assumed the guys were all enjoying the sight of her butt, her legs, her figure bouncing on the bike; and they had been, but darker thoughts had been stirring too, and none darker and sleazier than Jeff's. Strangely, she felt an excitement building inside her, and when she realized that the men had crowded around to take in the wicked spectacle, she rose above the strange, thrilling discomfort of being fucked in the ass by a man she could barely stand to look at; and instead began once more to enjoy her place at the centre of their attention.
Jennifer's forced grunts and groans became more womanly again, and she felt a change in Jeff; it was as if he'd got what he wanted from her. Even as she began to tentatively hump her ass backwards into his strokes, feeling a drop of Rob's cum still trickling out of her pussy, she sensed his climax approaching, hearing him begin to grunt rhythmically. "Ah, she's even loving this…" Jeff's voice transmitted a little surprise, but moreover, satisfaction. Suddenly without warning it was he who was growling loudly, pulling out at the last and spattering her sore, quivering ass with his man juice.
Jennifer lay on her front gasping, her face hidden by an unruly mop of curls. As she slowly regained her breath, she felt Jack take her hand. "Best have some of this," he told her kindly. Jennifer swigged the drink he passed her, a whiskey which warmed her inside, relaxing her innards. Jack grinned. "Well you're doing a good job my girl. That debt's getting paid all right. But you gotta deal with the host!"
Relief flooded through Jennifer, along with the warmth from the whiskey. At last there was some talk of an end to this! Now she knew she could go through with it. What's more, she thought, Jack was bound to be in a state of arousal after all he'd seen. Maybe a quick blow-job would see him off.
Electing to move on now rather than wait longer, Jennifer staggered to her knees. The men were still crowded closely in a circle as if for a pagan ritual. She felt her ripe ass quivering firmly as she raised herself to her knees, turning to face the standing Jack. With a sexy lick of her lips, she reached out to touch the bulge in his jeans, then unzipped him. "That's the idea," he told her.
Jack was a tall man and Jennifer was expecting a sizeable cock, so when she pulled down his jeans and found an impressive bulge inside his boxers she was not surprised. However, as Jack stepped coolly out of his jeans she realized that he was not yet hard, and started to wonder what she was taking on. She rubbed him through his jeans, settling to her task, feeling that at least she was on more familiar ground now that the stinging in her ass was beginning to recede.
Jack's hardening cock began to push at his boxer shorts, so Jennifer hooked them over the growing bulge in a business-like fashion: she had seen enough cocks tonight to take the freshness out of seeing a new one. But Jack's made her stop in her tracks. He was not fully hard yet, but already he was larger than most men… larger than any she'd had that night. Bigger than Adam. She gulped, wondering if this was the largest cock she'd ever seen. Jack chuckled. "Yeah, I get that a lot."
Jennifer looked up at him for a moment, her hazel eyes full of concern and curiosity. "What… what if I…" she began.
"Oh, you'll manage it," Jack assured her. "I know you want to."
After a pause she decided to take one thing at a time, and pressed her soft face into his musky groin. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked his hardening girth, tonguing him tentatively. Hearing Jack growl his approval, Jennifer began to use the flat of her tongue as his cock grew before her eyes. She raised her head back and kissed his moist tip, giving him a look in the eyes, secretly imploring him to climax quickly. Maybe he'd been touching himself as he watched her? She widened her mouth, sucking him in gently, angling her head so that she could take him in smoothly. Slowly, she slid her wet lips down his half-erect shaft, slithering her tongue around him as he entered her mouth.
"Ooohhh yeah, you're good at that," Jack approved. But he showed every sign of being in control of himself. Jennifer felt his cock hardening fully, pushing its way deeper into her mouth, even becoming harder to stretch her lips around. She withdrew her head to gasp for air, and a strand of saliva attached his cock to her lips. He was almost fully erect now, and seemed far too large to get into her mouth. God, she thought to herself, she couldn't fuck that! He was half as big again as Adam! Her pussy would be ruined.
"Suck it girl," somebody urged.
"Yeah, do your job, you horny cocksucker."
Jack grinned as Jennifer eyed up the challenge before her. "Don't think about it, just do it," was his advice. She decided to try. Again she sucked his tip into her mouth, pushing her head down onto his length. As he half-filled her mouth her lips seemed to be as wide as she could get them, and were stretched around his girth, but there was more to come. She withdrew, gasping, but refused to give in. Instead she let him slap his hard shaft against her pretty face while she regained her courage, then began to lick and suck at his balls.
Slowly Jennifer worked her way up his shaft, kissing and sucking, teasing him with her tongue. As she reached his tip once more she circled his circumcised head with her tongue, then suddenly bobbed her head down in a hard stroke. She was shocked to feel him hit the back of her throat. She could do it! Flattening her tongue to make room, Jennifer began to bob her head up and down, hearing herself let out a strangled noise as she gagged, but keeping her motion going as fast as she could bear. Again and again she felt his cock against the inner reaches of her mouth, and slobbered over his shaft as he took what she had to offer, groaning with pleasure as she gasped and glugged.
Finally, Jennifer felt his hands in her hair. He gently tugged, pulling her up over his lips. "OK girl, that's enough. I got stamina, you won't get me that way." Jennifer felt herself flush: she knew she'd been trying to finish him off. "Get on your back."
Jennifer groaned. "But I won't…"
"Yeah, you can. You can take it. You've come too far to fail now."
Fail? Again Jennifer renewed her motivation to keep going. This had been the most intense sexual evening she had experienced, and although she wondered how she would feel about it when she looked back, she hadn't come this far just to end up in a compromise about how much of Adam's money – her money, too – she had saved, and whether or not they got to keep the bike! It felt all or nothing, and that thought convinced her to do as their host instructed.
The men cheered as Jennifer lay down on the tangled rug in front of Jack. Some of the onlookers had already experienced her tight pussy, but still their eyes ravished her curvy body as she parted her legs to allow Jack to kneel between them. She noticed their eyes drinking her in, and felt her pussy moisten in response to the magical feeling that right now, she represented all of their most lust-fuelled desires.
It was just as well that she had moistened. As Jack hovered over her, she felt a wave of trepidation; a feeling that the sensation of the hard nub of his cock-head poking against her pussy did nothing to quell. Jack slid his shaft against her wet opening, grunting with satisfaction as he sensed Jennifer's wetness. She supposed she must be fairly gaping and wide by now, having accommodated such a number of hard cocks in the one evening. Still, Jennifer had no idea how she was going to take that monster erection inside her.
Jennifer saw Adam looking on again. He seemed to be excited again – she knew he had climaxed earlier, and yet there was a bulge in his jeans once again. There was no denying that lying with her legs splayed, waiting to be fucked by this tall, rough, super-endowed man was a sexual thrill for her, and she realized that she was writhing on her back as Jack slid his cock and slapped her pussy with it gently in preparation for his entry. Jennifer gasped, feeling herself moistening further, as Jack also groped greedily at her exposed breasts. There was a murmur of approval among the men, and Jennifer saw Adam's face glazed with an almost hypnotic concentration. It seemed that he was longing to see her take this man on! For a moment Jennifer wondered if Adam had planned the whole day this way, but immediately knew that such a plot was just too far-fetched. It was just that Adam was loving the lengths which Jennifer had reached in order to rescue their interests.
Suddenly she was jerked from her thoughts as Jack stimulated her erect nipples, then removed one hand to guide his cock to what he knew was just the right spot. Jennifer could feel his tip nudging gently past her outer folds, and took a deep breath as her began to penetrate her. He rocked gently but insistently against her, using the strength of her hips to his advantage. Jennifer's already-used pussy was flowing with juices as the men gazed at her, and squelched audibly as the first third of Jack's enormous cock disappeared inside.
Jennifer's eyes widened as Jack kept rocking, gently forcing his way in. "Uh! No deeper! I can't… Oh, my GOD!" Jennifer squealed loudly as Jack responded to her hesitancy with a buck of his hips, stretching her sensitive pussy wide open. "Aow! No… I can't… OOORRGGH!!!" Jennifer cried loudly, bringing a roar of approval from the watching men as her body bucked, her heavy breasts bouncing sweetly as Jack rammed his cock deeper into her. Jennifer spread her legs as wide as she could, feeling his heavy body pressing down on her now, forcing himself deeper. Her mouth was wide open, gasping for air as she felt herself filled more than she had ever thought possible.
Jack was grunting with satisfaction as Jennifer wriggled on the ground beneath him, whimpering gently. Her hair made a pool of curls around her amazed face, her still-booted feet waving helplessly in the air now as he ground her recently-fucked ass into the rug. "OHH! GOD, I can't… OOH shit, you're so deep… No more, please, I can't take it… OW! Oh no, don't start fucking, I can't… OH!" Jennifer squealed as Jack began to move his cock back and forth, punishing her tight pussy further with every movement. "OH! God! That's good! Oh my God! YEEESSSS!!!!"
Jennifer had always assumed that being fucked by a massive cock would be uncomfortable, but now she began to feel the pleasure that it could bring, and it was more extreme than any sensation her pussy had brought her. "OOWW! God, so BIG! Ah! Oh! Ah! O…Yes!" Writhing and gasping on the floor, Jennifer had no way to hide the pleasure that Jack was bringing her. She had lubricated his cock now, making it easier for him to fuck her. Her boots were still flailing in the air, her gorgeous, shapely legs waving madly with every stroke. To her amazement, she began to feel Jack's hips against her inner thighs. He slapped against her noisily. She had taken him all the way in! This was the biggest cock she had ever seen, and she had taken every inch! The surprising thrill of that knowledge sent sensations of pleasure and delight shooting along her spine, making her wriggle in delight, warming her ass, pussy, breasts, neck, lips, and tongue with delightful sexual thrills.
Jennifer could feel herself climaxing, her pussy slurping tightly around Jack's thrusting member. But he barely paused, barely even registered interest as the orgasmic thrill swept over her and she gasped for air. Still he pounded at her, if anything more roughly now, and the slaps against her thighs grew louder. Jennifer saw her husband licking his lips with delight, but he failed to acknowledge her glance. In any case he was probably unaware of the extreme pleasure she was experiencing. Another orgasm caught her completely by surprise, making her back arch and another girlish squeal fill the night air. This time though, she heard Jack groan with satisfaction. She bit down on her lip, knowing that she was finally getting to him. "Oh yeah baby, fuck me hard, it's the biggest dick I've ever had. I fucking love how deep you are." Her soft southern voice cooed at the rough man acceptingly. She didn't care that Adam could hear. If he was enjoying the spectacle so much, he could enjoy this, too! "Harder, fuck me harder! Oh fuck, I love that cock!" Jennifer looked Jack in the eye as she said these things, seeing that she was getting to him. He began to jerk more sporadically, trying to keep control as she even tried moving her hips responsively.
"Ah yeah! I knew you'd take it, girl." Jack was clearly approaching his own climax now, and enjoying himself immensely as waves of pleasure swept through him. His thrusts slowed gradually, before finally he could keep the pace no longer.
Jennifer's reddened pussy gaped wide as Jack pulled out of her, suddenly relieved of the rough presence inside it. Jennifer wondered why he hadn't climaxed inside, and then quickly realized what he was about as he moved to where her head had been thrashing on the rug. Jack held himself in one hand and gave himself a couple of quick strokes, staring at Jennifer's prettily debauched face. He groaned deeply and manfully as he suddenly climaxed, his long, hard cock spasming just inches from her watching eyes.
In keeping with the size of his cock, Jack had plenty of semen to give her. A thick jet of his sticky white cum landed right across her face, rudely covering her nose and cheek as he continued pumping at himself. A second wave was just as strong, hitting the other cheek, her parted lips, and falling into her opened mouth. She stuck out her tongue to show him what she had caught, and Jack groaned as a smaller spurt fell just short, landing among her brunette curls. He leaned forward, within reach of Jennifer's face – and she reached up to kiss his hard manhood. Jack groaned with relief and pleasure. He had to admit that she'd taken what he had to offer better than most women who tried.
Jennifer, who was struggling to a sitting position as the cum slowly seeped down to her chin, could barely believe her ears as Jack staggered back in a satisfied state. "OK," he announced to the watching men. "Who else wants her?" Jennifer felt like protesting. She'd sucked guys off, had them unload all over her, been fucked in her pussy and ass, and taken the biggest cock she'd ever seen… and still she was fair game?
"You bet!" It was Steve who answered the call fastest, quickly joining Jennifer on the rug and unbuckling his belt. From the look of the bulge in his crotch, he'd been enjoying the view. "Don't worry Jen, I won't be as rough as Jack. In fact…" He lay back on the ground. "I'm gonna let you do all the work!"
Jennifer was almost in a trance now as she unquestioningly climbed to her knees. If Steve wanted her on top, she might as well… nothing would be as difficult as what she'd done already! She watched as he unbuttoned his fly and produced, to her relief, an average sized cock. The men watched intently as she straddled his prone body unceremoniously and grasped it by the base. "Well, she said she wanted to ride," Ben laughed. Jennifer raised herself up on her knees and guided Steve's excited cock into her well-fucked opening, even as the men stood around and guffawed at the pun made at her expense.
Jennifer let gravity do the work, and felt Steve's cock slide easily into her wet, used pussy. He barely moved, but she heard him groan with pleasure as she completed the movement. "Nice!" she heard him groan, presumably remarking to the on looking men. Glancing down, she confirmed what she had already guessed: that he was staring up directly at her heaving, sweaty breasts. She rocked a little, feeling his balls touch her ass. Well, she'd been well-fucked: time to do some fucking of her own, she reasoned.
With the pointed toes of her boots digging into the ground, Jennifer supported herself on her knees and began to fuck the man between her thighs. Businesslike in her approach, after a couple of strokes she settled into a fast, heavy riding motion. She pounded up and down his erect shaft, the thick slapping rhythm growing louder and faster as she closed her eyes in bliss. Having control felt good, and now she just felt like fucking this young man roughly. Her hair danced around her bare shoulders and she supported her heavy breasts, which would have bounced uncomfortably wildly at such a pace had she not held them. Steve reached up occasionally to rub her erect nipples and squeeze at her warm flesh like a greedy boy, but for the most part he simply lay back and enjoyed the treatment she was giving him.
"Does she fuck your cock like that, Adam?" Jack's voice was half-laughing, half-sneering as he teased her husband. Jennifer looked up when she heard Adam's voice answer in the affirmative.
"But…" she added for herself, gasping with exertion, "Adam can't keep me going all night like you guys can!" As the cheers rang around, she wondered why she'd said that. She was kind of enjoying being the focal point, and at the same time was starting to think that Adam should be punished for getting her into this situation – punished by seeing her get off on it, perhaps. And it was difficult not to love having yet another hard, eager cock inside her pussy.
Ben stepped forward quietly. "Slow down a second, girl. We'll work out something else that Adam can't do." Jennifer did as she was told, and the waves of pleasure which had built up inside her made her shudder with delight. Ben revealed that he was hard again from watching her. He trod carefully around Steve's prone legs, then let his erection dance in the air mere inches from Jennifer's lust-filled face. "You can fuck us both if you use your mouth too."
Jennifer reached forward and took a hold on Ben's cock. It was the cock where it had all started… Well, she'd already given him one blow-job, why not a second? She licked her lips sexily and, hearing the men groan in approval, leaned forward to take him into her mouth.
She had never done two men together before this day, but had already been surprised at how easily it came to her. Necessarily letting go of her breasts, she started to fuck Steve again; but more slowly this time, as she needed to concentrate on Ben at the same time. It was a turn-on to hear and feel, but not see Steve's reaction to her movement, as she began to busily devour Ben's large cock. She moved her head back and forth, covering him with her saliva, trying to keep a steady rhythm; but no matter how she tried, things were getting messy. If she misjudged a movement, Ben's cock would end up sticking into her inner cheek; sometimes it popped out of her mouth and smeared her face with his pre-cum. Her slobber dripped down onto her chest, while her pussy slurped gently at Steve's surging cock, which was now fucking her gently in response to the change in tempo.
Suddenly Jennifer began to gasp, girlishly whimpering as the situation became too much for her to stay in control. She was doing two guys at once – a fantasy she had always assumed would never happen the day she made her marriage vows. As Steve thrust she felt herself shudder with delight and then jerk violently, as her pussy tightened and a sudden, violent orgasm swept through her. "Aaargh! Oh, fuck!!!" The cry came not from the horny woman, whose mouth was too filled with cock to say anything more complicated than a single syllable; but from Steve, who in response to her climax had emptied his load into her hot pussy.
The men cheered and clapped. But Ben was far from allowing the girl respite. "Nice. I think I want that treatment!" Steve rolled aside as Jennifer climbed off his sagging member, but Ben had already placed himself on the ground in front of her. "I ain't been inside your pussy yet, gal. I want Adam to see you fuck me, too."
Without a word, and still shaking from her orgasm, Jennifer climbed onto Ben's impressive body. His cock's journey into her sexy figure was lubricated by Steve's cum. "Hey!" Ben cried out to the onlookers. "Somebody should make use of that mouth, she's fucking good with it!"
Jennifer began to grind her hips as Ben's cock moved inside her. She was surprised at how much it turned her on to hear herself discussed like a sex doll. And sure enough one guy, a dark haired middle-aged man named James, to whom she had barely spoken, stepped forward. She touched his hard cock for a second and then took him into her mouth obediently.
With her situation resumed with a changed lineup of men, Jennifer was again getting into a very messy double-fuck. She was starting to see sparks now as the James began to thrust rudely at her mouth while Ben pounded her pussy. She was aware of emitting gurgling noises, which only seemed to please the crowd. Ben, it seemed would be able to make use of her for some time yet, and James was just getting started.
Then she heard Jack's voice again, stern and commanding, yet with good humor. "Shame to see that ass go to waste. Ain't anybody gonna take it?" Her round ass was still quivering from Ben's fucking, as he slowed his pace to see whether there were any takers.
There was one. Brian, a younger friend of Andy's who had earlier seemed pleasant and welcoming, emerged from the crowd stroking himself. "Rock and roll," he laughed. Ben and Steve stopped fucking, even popping their cocks out of her for a second. There was a little uncertainty at how to manage the proposition, it seemed; however, Jack seemed to know what to do.
"Ben, get back in her," he directed. Jennifer had raised her ass into the air obediently and expectantly, but now lowered herself a little, letting out a gentle whimper as Ben penetrated her once more. "OK," Jack continued. "Now Jen, you bend forward a little… ok, stop. Brian, grab that perfect ass and pull her apart. She's still lubricated in there from our friend Jeff." Gently, Brian did as he was told. "Now do it slowly. You both gotta time it so you find the right angle."
Jennifer squealed as she felt Brian's cock at the entrance to her tight back hole. But Ben was right: she was still smeared with enough lubricant. The head of his cock popped easily inside. "Nice," Jack said. He was watching intently, savoring the sight of Jennifer bent forward with two cocks inside her. "How's that feel, Jen?"
Jennifer let out a deep groan, and the men laughed. She was covered in sweat now, with globs and dried smears of various men's' cum on her thighs, breasts, face and ass. She glanced up, looking around for Adam, a look of pure sultry delight on her face. Jack instructed Brian to make a push deeper and as he did so Ben braced himself against the movement. She could feel Brian sliding, slowly but smoothly, deeper into her ass. Just as both men paused, she located the intent gaze of her husband: his face was one of pure concentration on the spectacle unfolding before him, and from the jerking motion he was making with his right hand, there was no mistaking what he was doing.
"Nice," Jack said. "Now you both have fun… gently at first, you guys!" Ben gave a groan of affirmation and began to fuck Jennifer with a short, jerking motion at first. She wailed loudly as Brian joined him with a longer, ploughing stroke, pushing his way rudely right up her ass.
Jennifer had never experienced a fucking like it: the intense pleasure that came from having both holes filled and relentlessly fucked was more than she could have imagined. After a minute she began to wail wildly, drawing a roar of approval, claps, whoops and cheers from the watching men. Her groans became deeper, but her expression never changed from the look of pure amazed delight at what was being done to her. She began to groan deeply as the men settled into a combined fucking pattern: first Ben would thrust upwards and back, then as he withdrew, Brian would plough forwards. Jennifer's ass was red and used, quivering helplessly as she bent forward and back, taking the two-directional pounding. Her cries were growing in volume, leaving no man there in any doubt as to how much pleasure she was experiencing. In response to Jennifer's abandoned cries, Jack called out. "Hey James, you oughta plug that mouth, she's gettin' loud!"
The look of astonishment on Jennifer's face grew more pronounced as James began to slap his erection against her cheek. As she bucked forward in response to Brian's insistent reaming, he slipped it inside her O-shaped mouth. Jennifer began to suck, but a salvo of quick thrusts from Ben caused her to lose control as she gasped helplessly; and in response at her failed attempt, James began to fuck her mouth. Jennifer's hot, curvy, glistening body bucked wildly as her mouth, pussy and ass were fucked at will by the three horny men surrounding her. The watching crowd drew closer, not wanting to miss a stroke; but Jennifer was past noticing any of them now, even Adam, as she closed her eyes and muffled groans accompanied a series of short, but multiple orgasms that failed to jerk any of the three cocks out of her.
"Now that's how you do it," Jack chuckled as Jennifer gasped for air, opening her mouth wider with a cock still inside her, gurgling as slobber and pre-cum mixed on her chin. As Jennifer opened her eyes, she saw a second cock pushing toward her face; and without waiting even to glance up to see the man's face, she let James go and instinctively began sucking that cock instead. Her hand clasped James and tugged, reassuring him that she'd be back; and, even as Ben and Brian resumed their double-fucking, she moved back to James, while giving the unknown new cock an impromptu hand-job.
Suddenly, the motion of the cock in her ass grew more frantic, and Jennifer braced herself, expecting his climax; sure enough, Brian groaned loudly as she felt his cock twitching. Deep inside her sore ass, she felt the gooey warmth of his cum as it shot out of his pulsing dick. Jennifer gasped in surprise at the pleasure she felt from the intimate feeling of having her well-fucked ass filled with his hot seed, feeling the hot sticky liquid squelch around inside her abused hole as he plumbed her with his twitching cock, leaking further cum into her. For a moment Ben stopped fucking her pussy, allowing Brian time to finally withdraw, before resuming his grinding into the horny, writhing woman.
Jennifer straightened and returned to the new cock which had been presented to her mouth. Her ass was gaping, stinging and sore, with cum trailing out of her and sticking to her buttocks; but with that cock gone, she was able to concentrate on pleasing the men before her. She turned to the new cock's owner and glanced up lustily. She still didn't know his name, but began to suck anyway as she bounced on Ben's hot rod.
*When I fell to Earth I realized perfection; Earth has everything while Heaven has no Evil*
(Thanks to Frontma for all the grief puts up with on my behalf)
(This starts out a bit chaotic and slow but it does pick up)
(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)
It was well past one when I finally had the gang rounded up and headed back out to our rides. It took all of twenty seconds for a buzz-happy Rio to realize that Willa and a now unemployed Belle tagged along. When she did, her look was one of ferocity.
"Oh, hell no!" she snapped, and turned toward the two Warlord ladies. "I'm going to kick your ass."
"Last time I saw you, Bitch, you were half way to the city's sewage system," Belle laughed back. "Want to go the rest of the way?"
Rio surged against Mercy and Barbie Lynn's restraining hands while Willa pulled Belle back, and I ended up in the middle holding them both at bay.
"Calm down Rio, it is cool now," I told my buddy. "Belle, this isn't what you think." Speaking of thinking; I had to think fast to figure a way to turn this situation around. I'd hoped that Rio would be so happy, she'd have let it lie for the night — silly me.
"Rio, I'd like Belle to give us motorcycle lessons for the trip this summer, and to personally give you self-defense training," I spewed forth my hare-brained idea.
"What the fuck?" questioned Belle.
"Fuck that noise," Rio spat. "I don't need this dink to teach me how to fight." I wasn't sure what a 'dink' was but I doubt it had positive connotations.
"Rio, you haven't picked a martial arts instructor yet and I think Belle's self-taught style would be somewhat attractive to you," I guessed. I had no clue as to Belle's fighting background.
"I'd rather teach a goat how to use a unicycle than teach this moron how to ride a bike," Belle growled.
"I'll pay you fifty dollars an hour per four students," I offered Belle.
"She's a skank," Rio seethed. Belle, on the other hand, seemed to be coming around.
"Fifty bucks-…per four people? What would I have to do?" Belle inquired. She was job hunting after all.
"Teach them how to ride, for starters," Valarie came to my rescue, "plus basic maintenance, road lore, and stuff like that. You'd also have to teach Rio how to not get her ass kicked."
"I keep telling you people, I don't need this bitch," Rio repeated.
"Fine, Rio, but tell me, who is going to be your instructor?" I countered. "It can't be Mercy."
"Want your knife back?" Belle grinned as she reached into her boot and pulled out the butterfly knife Val had given Rio on Thursday.
"I don't know," Rio grumbled, "have you been using it as a sexual aid?"
Belle snorted. "Fuck, with Zane around, who needs one?" Belle smiled wickedly. "Two orgasms in ten minutes at a table on the club floor and that was only with his tongue and fingers."
"He'd have nailed her in the bathroom if it hadn't been for that whole 'no sex' thing," Tawny added.
"I should have stuck with you, Zane," Paige tugged on my arm. "See where you ended up?"
"Who is the ghost?" Belle asked snidely.
"I'm Paige and Zane is with me this weekend," Paige challenged Belle…bad move. Sometimes reactions pull you one way and instincts send you in another. I went with instincts and let events play out. Belle scooped Paige up under each arm and hoisted her up.
"You are what — 100 pounds? A whole weekend with him and he'd break you in two," Belle observed. "He needs a real woman, not a bit of fluff."
It was time for me to become involved. I reached an arm around Paige's waist and took her weight onto me. Belle was kind enough to let go so I swung Paige up until I was carrying her in my arms. Paige switched her gaze between me and Belle twice, then latched onto me.
"Okay — I win," Paige announced. "I'm the bit of fluff he comes to again and again, after all."
"You are the freakiest group of people I've ever seen," Hank spoke up. "A sorority president and sisters" (Leigh and Jersey had joined us), "two Warlord bikers, Christian school girls, and a porn star — no offense, Zane."
"Just another day ending in 'y'," Iona whispered. I caught that zing and snickered.
"No offense taken, Hank," I joked back. "I'd rather have the memories and suffer through the condemnations of those who don't know me than miss out."
"Dude, if you ever need a stand in," Finn added to the joy. He and Ginger had indeed hooked up again, so we were good on that front. Ginger did playfully thump him in the chest though.
"Finn, you are already sleeping on the sofa tonight," Ginger teased. "Would you rather be out on the welcome mat?"
"Thanks for letting us spend the night at your place," Barbie Lynn added to the play.
"What?" Finn squawked. "Oh, come on, Babe." Ginger detached from Finn and wrapped an arm around Barbie Lynn's waist, who reciprocated the gesture.
"Oh, come on, Babe," Ginger mimicked, "We want a little girl time, ya know, one on one." Barbie Lynn turned her head and exchanged a heated kiss with Ginger that decidedly aroused me. I hated to think what Finn was going through.
"Dudes, I'm going down to the river," Finn groaned.
"Wouldn't a cold shower be better and safer?" Leigh asked.
"I'm not going to cool down; I'm going to drown my stupid ass for stepping out on Ginger at the start of the night," Finn sighed. "I deserve this."
"That's what I wanted to hear," Ginger gloated. She gave another quick kiss to Barbie then glided back to Finn. "It's okay, Honey, I forgive you."
"Thanks Babe," Finn kissed her once more.
"You are still sleeping on the sofa when we get home," she announced triumphantly. The lesson here is, if you are ever given a choice between fighting a man or a woman; fight a man. Men beat you up, gloat, then walk away. Women hold grudges — forever.
"Any advice for our lovelorn?" Willa asked.
"Everything fades, be it fame, passion or possessions — it all goes to dust and is lost," I said.
"That's rather depressing," Willa noted.
"The exact opposite," I countered. "All you are and will ever be is defined by what you do in the next few seconds of life. That is when you can mark yourself as a hero or a villain."
"I can buy that," Belle mused. "Live for the moment." I could tell Iona was more uncertain about my words so I expanded.
"I am not saying don't plan for the future, but don't live so much for what might be that you ignore what is going on around you right now, because no moment matters less than any other," I added.
"That's my boy: Renaissance warrior-poet with the libido of Ron Jeremy," Rio jibed.
"I like it," Tawny spoke up. "What would it be like to spend the whole weekend, or a whole week, alone with Zane? I wouldn't be bored."
"I wouldn't be able to walk," Barbie Lynn giggled.
"I'd enjoy the education," Paige noted.
"I'd enjoy the peace and quiet," Vivian joked.
"Zane, you have a little bit of a fan club here," Belle smiled.
"Totally unwarranted and undeserved," I sighed.
We arrived at the water tower and we went our separate ways. I'm sure Paige and Iona wanted to talk to me but they both fell asleep within three minutes of getting in the car. I took them up individually to my room and tucked them in before letting a sleeping Jill know we'd made it back and assuring her that we'd make it to church in the morning.
Service and Supper
We weren't feeling terribly chipper when Iona, Paige and I crawled out of bed, but we were conscious, ambulatory, and capable of speech so we passed Aunt Jill's inspection before heading out to church. For Paige, it would be a new experience as she normally spent Sunday morning at FFU's Assembly hall. Fortunately, she would be exploring the experience with Iona.
My class was amusing as always. Somehow, no one had missed the little revolution we'd staged at university and there was varying levels of confusion, disgust, and anger with what 'I'd' done. Yeah, it was my entire fault because I was in the middle of 'God Made Man First' country. Oddly enough, Chris Gilbert stuck it out with me, jumping in on my side when more than two guys ganged up on me verbally.
The second time Chris parried Mr. Coleman's insinuations of my corruption away, the gang gave up and actually got down to the lesson for the week — the Book of Samuel; namely, King Saul versus the Philistines. The lesson was that God abandons sinners. I hung on to the point that even when he knew he was going to die, Saul led his army out to fight the invaders of his homeland. I doubted any of those guys would know what kind of courage it took to fight a lost cause if the time came.
"Do you make a habit of running off cliffs and into walls," Chris joked with me, then "Whoops, sorry about that — your parents and all."
"It was mountain climbing," I shrugged, "so don't worry about it. Have a good week?"
"Oh, peachy; I burned down a state park and robbed the Louvre," Chris stated, deadpan.
"Dude," I laughed, "if you are trying to compete with me let me just say 'you win' and end the contest right now. You can have it and the grief that goes with it."
"Does that include the girls?" Chris chuckled. It was odd having a real conversation with a guy nearly my age who had a clue where I was coming from.
My response was overwhelmed by the crush of young ladies around us. What followed was a chorus of 'hey, Zane', 'hey, guy', and Iona and Barbie Lynn adding a 'hi, Chris'.
"Hi there, ladies," and "Hello Barbie Lynn and Iona," followed up Chris. By the way he was looking at Barbie Lynn, I could tell that his perception of her had changed. He wasn't leering but there was a certain sexual curiosity that was new to his gaze.
Barbie Lynn caught Chris' look, smiled, but then cuddled up to me to make the situation clear enough. Chris chuckled and shook his head mirthfully.
"So is McHunky (Chris) part of the group now?" Rio broke through the politeness.
"Chris is not treating me like I'm Caine so I'd hope he'd say yes if you ask him nicely," I answered.
"I would say 'yes,' with the understanding that I'm older than all of you and like to live a slightly more private, video-free, lifestyle," Chris informed us.
"Chris," Rio inquired, "what is the maximum number of girls you would take to bed at one time, and how many would you feel comfortable dating?" I wanted to kill Rio once more, considering we were clearly being overheard as we moved down the hallway leading to the Tabernacle.
"Hmmm," Chris thought it over. "Four in one bed, but I'd only feel comfortable dating one woman at a time. I'm old-fashioned that way."
"That's not a problem," Rio grinned, "old-fashioned we can cure."
"How about we respect different people for their differences, ya nut-job," I cautioned Rio.
Rio's retort was cut off by our entry into the main area of worship. Chris waved good-bye and angled toward the front and his family. With Barbie Lynn in the lead, the rest of us moved to the far side where the FFU crowd sat together. I couldn't find Jill in her regular spot but Iona pointed out she'd joined Mrs. Wellington, the Mayor, Lance, and Felicity on the second pew — a few steps up in the world.
We'd settled in after the first hymn and Pastor Bill had started the morning greeting when the two main doors to the church slammed open and a black clad woman strode in — it was Belle. It was also clear that Belle had never been in here before, had no idea where I would be seated, and was overwhelmed by the sheer number of parishioners. I don't think she cared that most of them were staring at her. She had dressed up, right? She had on a black jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans and black boots. She'd taken off her black sunglasses.
I stood up, put two fingers in my mouth the way Heaven had taught me (Orienteering class — honest) and whistled loudly as I waved her over. Belle's head snapped my way and over she came. By long-standing tradition, Iona sat on one side of me and Rio took the other. This time, Paige had supplanted Iona.
Belle decided that insinuating herself between Paige and I would require a crowbar and some leverage so she sat down on Rio instead. Rio grumbled, squeezed out from under Belle, and sat in Mercy's lap. Bill, with a final glare my way, picked up the service as best he could and droned on. Rio leaned into Belle and licked her cheek as a means of retaliation.
Belle didn't punch Rio, for which I was grateful. I made sure to put a little extra on the collection plate — for God's sake, not the church's, when the time came around. The sermon was on the Israelites and their forty years of wandering before coming to the Promised Land. I think there was some confusion between myself and most of the flock here on who was the one farthest from the expected destination.
At the end of the service my plan went into motion, with multiple women having a role to play. Oddly, despite this being a criminal endeavor, Belle was the only one close to me not involved. It was good fortune that put her at my side because with so many of the church elders gawking/fearing/lusting after her, they completely missed the real mischief makers.
"Good morning, Rochelle," I greeted the mayor's wife. She turned, smiled at me, then looked over at Belle. "This is Belle…"
"Belle Kennan," Belle finished up for me. I hadn't known her last name.
"I know you," Rochelle was clearly thinking hard. "Did you used to collect golf balls off the greens at the country club years ago? You had a sister. Your father was a groundskeeper."
"That was a while ago," Belle allowed. "Dad fucked it up with his drinking, like he did everything else. My sister, Tara, is now a Sheriff's Deputy around here."
"What do you do?" Rochelle made conversation.
"I'm Zane's…chauffer," Belle answered with a twisted grin. "Actually, I'm giving him and some of his friends motorcycle lessons."
"That sounds promising," Rochelle continued. "Belle, can I have a few moments of Zane's time?" Belle gave me a suspiciously sexy raised eyebrow then went looking for another one of my female set. "Zane, you were right about that matter we discussed. I still don't know what I want to do with the news. Maybe we can discuss it Wednesday night?"
"Absolutely," I nodded.
"By the way, there seems to be a growing suspicion that you are not a very moral person," Rochelle leaned in and whispered to me. "Apparently there is some evidence of you and some other girls…"
"I've never denied it," I told her. "I also believe that no one seems to care that I've foresworn sex for the weekend. I know it is not much by most people's standards but at least I'm trying to see how the other half lives."
"How is that working for you?" Rochelle grinned.
"Abysmally; I've been tackled, jumped on, stacked up in a shower, grappled at a party, and got a lap dance in a club," I groaned.
"You should stay home more often," Rochelle advised.
"I received the tackle, jumping, and the stacking at home, Rochelle," I related. "Maybe I should hide out at your house." Rochelle stared at me and I wasn't sure what to make of that.
"I will see you on Wednesday; take care now," I broke the silence between us. I turned and went over to the gulf of isolation that was Sahara Penny. "Hello, Mrs. Penny. You look incredibly inspirational this morning."
"Hello, Zane," she smiled, her white teeth brightening up her Lebanese features.
"I was thinking that I could do the whole dinner thing with you and William tomorrow night, if that is okay with you," I looked her over.
"Well, you could hardly become more of a pariah," she mused. "I would be glad to cook you a meal."
"Wolves may get hunted but sheep always get eaten," I replied.
"Are you a wolf, Mr. Braxton?" she teased.
"I have to be worthy of your company," I retorted, which she found amusing. "I'll see you," I tacked on before heading toward the main gathering.
I patiently waited for the main group of men to recognize my presence but today they seemed less than willing to. I must have really been a bad boy. I did catch Rio handing off a phone to Iona who was quietly but quickly working away on it. I had to wonder how long it would take for Lance to realize Rio had swiped it from him. Hell, I promised Raven I'd get her those books from George Mason's library and I was going to return his phone to him soon enough.
"Hey, my little Butt-Monkey," Belle taunted me loudly, "are you waiting on this bunch of old fuckers for something?" The conversation stopped and heads turned our way: yay me.
"Mr. Braxton," Pastor Bill snapped in a clipped manner, "when you invite some…person to our church you should consult with me or one of the deacons to see if they are appropriate."
He was pointedly ignoring Belle, which I found to be both rude and unwise as Belle was the most likely person he'd ever meet who would gladly take his underwear waistband and pull it over his head and laugh while she did it.
"I wasn't actually wise enough to invite Ms. Kennan but I should have because I was under the impression this was a House of God. I'll make her tithe if that's what you are worried about," I informed them.
"The appropriateness of you being in this church is also in question," Mayor Wellington brought up.
"How's Phillip?" Belle spoke up with a wicked sneer toward the Mayor; Phillip was one of his sons. "We had a lot of fun in high school. He was good enough to bring me by your house but he never brought me to your church."
"He would have never dated someone like you," the mayor glared at Belle.
"Technically we weren't looking for a relationship," Belle grinned, "but does that big four-poster bed of yours still have that dainty white dust curtain with the roses on it?"
"You are nothing more than a low-down dirty whore like your mother," Mr. Gibson, the county's largest furniture seller, snarled at Belle.
I wasn't sure what her response was because Gibson staggered into Mr. Lieber when I drew my hand back for a slap; everyone got quiet. Yes, I had almost committed assault in front of thirty or so witnesses who hated my guts. Oh, and one of them was a judge.
"Braxton!" Pastor William thundered.
"Hold that thought, Bill," I pointed to the reverend before turning back to Gibson, "Sir, you insulted a lady in my presence, so you can apologize to her or step out with me to the parking lot where we can settle this like men, because I'm morally opposed to causing needless bloodshed in a house of worship."
"That's it, Braxton, you…" Pastor Bill growled.
"Zane!" a different, feminine voice interrupted. "Apologize to Mr. Gibson at once."
"I apologize, Mr. Gibson," I grudgingly stated.
"I should have you arrested," Gibson grumbled.
"And I'll make sure that your little outburst with…" the woman threatened.
"Belle Kennan," Belle studied the newcomer and the girls around her.
"Ms. Kennan goes all over the internet and is flagged with every search engine with your name and the name of your store," Christina finished.
"I'll sue," Gibson fought back.
"And I'll win," Christina kept coming. "This is clearly a First Amendment issue, both speech and religion. Now are we going to play nice and respect our fellow Christians or are we going to collectively forget we are all adults?"
"He is not going to get away with this threat of force," Pastor Bill persisted.
"Pastor Penny, are we truly basing our actions and reaction on what an eighteen-year-old playboy does?" Christina pointed out. "Clearly, leadership is called for, and since you men are the patriarchs of the church, you should be leading Zane in the proper course of action."
"Mr. Gibson," Chris joined in, "maybe Zane could clean up your parking lot one afternoon as penance." I had to be sure he was helping me out here.
"Grrr…alright," Mr. Gibson admitted. "That would satisfy me."
I caught sight of Aunt Jill looking my way. I half expected her to volunteer my acceptance but she waited patiently on me instead — not a good sign concerning her dependence on me.
"If it is okay with Mr. Gibson, I'll come over when he gives me a call and my school schedule allows," I said.
"I hope that settles that," Mr. Gilbert, Christopher's father, announced. "Was there a reason for Mr. Braxton waiting around us?" He was covering for his son, not me.
"I was agreeing to Pastor William's invitation to eat dinner with him tomorrow," I said.
"I will have to look at my schedule and get back to you," Pastor Bill replied in a snide tone.
"No problem — Mrs. Penny and I'll hit Zeta's tomorrow and we can work out something for later," I smiled. I turned and left before he could finish sputtering because not only was Zeta's one of the finest eating establishments in town, I heard rumors it was also highly romantic.
I took eight steps before I nearly doubled over in pain. Christina had kidney-punched me, and hard. I turned fast enough to see Belle and Christina facing off.
"Do you want to explain that to me, Princess?" Belle inquired with a false grin.
"I'm Christina Buchannan and I'm wondering what you are doing here burning through what little good will Zane has with this congregation," the woman I love sizzled.
"Zane, should I give a crap?" Belle joked. She didn't need me to tell her what to think.
"She's the woman I love more than life itself," I explained to Belle, who regarded me curiously.
"I occasionally like him," Christina remarked, "when he's not making an ass of himself."
"I couldn't let them insult Belle," I countered. "If she slapped the guy, you know they would have screwed her over."
"I don't need you to pick my fights, Dumbass," Belle mocked me. "These people and their opinions don't bother me. Hell, Mom whored around a lot and for all I know, Old Man Gibson might even be my Daddy. Now," she looked at Heaven, "why are you eyeballing me?"
"I'm Heaven and Zane's my boyfriend," Heaven declared.
"Oh, God," chuckled Belle, "when Tawny said your life was beyond description, she wasn't kidding."
"If we can all agree to get along I have one last thing I need to get done and then anyone who wants can make for Jill's," I stated. I leaned in and kissed Heaven on the ear. She finally broke her glare directed at Belle to look up at me so I kissed her on the lips.
"Are we okay, Babe?" I asked Heaven. She looked at me but seemed terribly upset by something that I was unclear about. She nodded and I broke away. Iona slipped me the phone as I approached Felicity. I now got to see if what I'd done had screwed up my relationship with her.
"Hey, Felicity, do you know whose phone this is?" I asked Lance Wellington's fiancé.
"That looks like Lance's," Felicity took the device and examined it. "It is," she confirmed.
"Are you going to George Mason anytime this week?" I inquired.
"I was going up Tuesday to visit Lance for some kind of fraternity affair," Felicity said.
"When you are there could you pick up some books for me? I checked them out but I'd have to find a way to make the trip myself and with my school schedule, that would be tough," I explained.
"Zane, how does someone from FFU get books from George Mason?" Felicity leaned in and whispered.
"I'm not breaking the law but I am doing it in an underhanded manner," I whispered back.
"Okay," she smiled warmly, if in a rather complacent manner.
"Thanks," I told her, before parting ways and making for the door. A tide of women migrated with me outside. As we split up, I caught sight of Belle putting on her helmet and sitting on her hog. "Are you coming over for supper (the midday meal in the Southeastern US)?"
"Does inviting the poor outcast chick to the house make you feel better about yourself?" Belle teased me.
"Does everything have to be about you and your vendetta against the Established Order?" I shot back.
"I bet the girls have a blast tying you down because you can be downright irritating," Belle rolled her eyes.
"We've already gone down that road with me, the cross and the sorority in the woods, so stop gloating. Now, are you coming to supper willingly or are you going to have to beat me up when I try and make you?"
"Fine," Belle raised up her hands, "when I looked up 'dumbass' and 'stupid' online, they both had your portrait under the 'images of' section. If I walk in the door, you will know I've accepted your offer. Now step back before I decide you are more annoying than cute."
I stepped back, joined Paige and Iona at the car, and travelled my dumb ass back home. Barbie Lynn, Valarie, Rio, and Mercy had already joined Aunt Jill in her heroic culinary efforts based on the talents of the microwave and a warm skillet. The parade of food was setting around the table when I noticed Paige had gone missing. As I scanned about, I saw Belle walk into the dining room — I hadn't heard the doorbell ring or a knock at the door.
"Have we locked away the good silver," Valarie joked when she realized Belle was here. Belle didn't look amused by Val's ribbing. "It's for Rio," Valarie snickered.
"Hey," snorted Rio, "Belle, you are stepping on my Bad Girl image. I'll take Grand Theft Auto and vandalism and you get burglary and guns; deal?"
"Zane…" Jill was looking for some explanation from me so I decided to see how far her new tolerance could be stretched.
"I wanted to show Belle one of the guest rooms," I stated carefully, but with authority. "She doesn't have a place to live and since we have the space, I figure she could hang out until she puts some money away for a new place. Plus you would have someone home when you got off of work and the house would be safer. Belle can take care of herself and you, if something goes wrong," I finished.
"Zane, you make my life easier one more time, I swear that I'm going to use you to redefine road rash," Belle promised. This declaration didn't stop Belle from stepping up and taking a seat.
"Jill, is that okay with you? " I addressed the female lead of the Braxton household.
"If you think it will be good for the house and make things safer, I wholeheartedly support your decision," Jill agreed. That done, I called out for the invisible Paige.
"Paige, I don't advise you to sneak up behind Belle," I warned her. "She might not be in an understanding mood."
Paige did heed my advice and appeared by me instead of behind Belle.
"Your intellect may be downgraded to 'sub-par' if you keep this course of action up," she cautioned me.
"Do what you will," I quoted, "for I do what I must."
"The blade itself incites to deeds of violence," Belle countered to Paige. "Are you really such a fucking putz that you think you can separate Zane's passions into the parts that you like from the parts that you don't? To me it seems you are wasting your parents' money by going to college yet staying dumb as dirt."
"Belle — language at the dinner table," Aunt Jill scolded Belle. I wasn't sure how Belle would take that but something else was going on at the same time. Everyone was looking at Belle too, but for a reason that had nothing to do with calling Paige names.
"What? I can't quote Homer?" Belle shrugged. "I've read Sun Tzu too. Oh, and sorry about slapping the little bitch, Aunt Jill. I hang out with men of questionable parentage."
"I apologize, Belle," Iona spoke up. "I thought less of you because of the way you talk and dress. That was unfair to you and a disservice to myself and the way my parents raised me." The apologies echoed around the table; Paige's silence being noted. I gave her one quick look, then joined the rest of the gang doling out the food and settling in to the routine of eating and dinner conversation.
After we ate and cleaned up the table and the kitchen, Jill took to her chair, reading a Christian Lifestyle magazine, while Iona, Paige and I sat on the sofa.
"Zane, do you think we will be able to do this again soon?" Paige asked. It was the first thing she'd said to me since Belle had arrived. I had to think about the words I would use.
"Ask me again in a day or two when I've cooled down," I answered.
"What do you have to be angry about?" Paige turned fully to me. Again, I had to search for the words. "You are the one who brought the stranger around." I took a deep breath.
"Paige, you were once that stranger that Zane brought around to the rest of us," Iona reminded Paige. "We were all once new and unknown to him and the rest of us — except Rio. She's been there at his side since the beginning."
"I would prefer to hear what Zane is really thinking," Paige sounded condescending toward Iona.
"Fine," I sighed. "I can take you teasing me — it is kind of nice and our thing, but I can't keep dealing with you not trusting my judgment. I will try to do what you want but when you ignore what I want, we need to go separate ways until something changes."
"But…" Paige went from arrogant to stunned inside a second.
"I asked you to give me a day or two to order my thoughts and emotions but you decided that you knew best," I explained. "This is how I feel right now: my life would be better without you." Paige was rendered speechless and both Jill and Iona were clearly unhappy with me.
"That's not what he means, Paige," Iona popped back into the conversation, "do you Zane?"
"What the heck does he mean, then?" Paige dry-sobbed.
"This weekend was a disaster for him," Iona persisted. "All he wanted to do was unwind and spend a quiet few hours at his home with Jill. I was only invited along because I've learned to keep out of his way when he gets in these moods."
"We had a wonderful morning and now he's acting like a total ass," Paige grumbled. "We all had a rough week and a less than satisfying weekend." Iona lowered her head, then stood up.
"Paige," Iona began as she walked over to face the albino maiden, "I wasn't aware that our school administration has been after you since day one, or that you've been beaten up multiple times, or humiliated, or had your friends threatened, or had your private life made into a public spectacle, or had someone point a gun at you, or make you fight for your life, or get drugged and tied naked to a cross."
Iona stopped for a breath.
"Please," Iona pleaded, "tell me how much more you needed a quiet weekend compared to Zane." Paige began to get all teary-eyed — oh hell. "You invited yourself along, you got the Kappa Sigmas to come over in the middle of the night, and you insult a guest he invites over to his house — his house. What is wrong with you?" Iona showed real anger this time.
Paige got up, choking back sobs, and fled to the back porch; a few moments later I followed. I found Paige curled up on the chair I had cuddled in with her that morning. I knelt down beside her and tilted her chin so that we could make eye contact.
"I…" I got out.
"I understand, Zane," she hiccupped. "I've never lost at anything I have aimed for, but it's always been accolades or achievements, not a relationship. I can't give you up and I don't know what my next move has to be. I get so frustrated when I am with you and another woman shows up. I blew it. I'll be good and leave you alone." I fell back onto my ass and shook my head.
"Didn't I spank your ass over this not too long ago?" I reminded Paige. "What I was going to say was that I'm tired, stressed, and prone to saying things I know I'll regret — things like saying I don't want you around. I only wish you and Rio wouldn't love me one minute, then kick me in the teeth the next. Cut me some slack from time to time."
"Oh, God," Paige moaned, and buried her head in her arms, "you are comparing me to Rio. It's worse than I thought."
"What do you mean? Rio is my closest buddy. She'd kill for me. Hell, she'd die for me, and you can't say that about most people," I pointed out.
"Of course, she might kill the wrong person or get killed doing something I could avoid, but no one is perfect," I added with a slight smile. Paige snorted.
"She is a total nut," Paige sniffed. "I hope you don't think I'm that crazy."
"Paige, you are as uniquely crazy as you are unique," I responded.
"Can you please say something that I can understand, Zane?" Paige pleaded.
"You are a fantastic woman and a great lover. You can get inside my head like no one else I've ever known. I like the way you tease me. I am slowly getting used to you scaring the crap out of me whenever you materialize at my side," I complimented her.
"I have one guideline I do try to live by, though, and that is, come at me all you like but stay away from my friends," I stated.
"Does that include that druggy-whore biker slut?" Paige mumbled. I wasn't sure what about Belle pissed Paige off so much but I felt I had to make a point. I sprang on Paige and hefted her onto my shoulder.
At first Paige was uncertain and then she began sniffle-giggling, but when I broke through the tree line that separated my property from the Kappa Sigmas, she saw where I was heading and squealed. She was still caterwauling when I dumped her into the pool. Several of the Kappa Sigmas were sitting out in the afternoon overcast sunlight.
"You bastard," Paige sputtered and splashed about. After a second she parted the hair covering her face and scowled at me. "You don't even know if I can swim."
"If you couldn't I would have jumped in and saved you," I told Paige. She began swimming to the closest ladder. In retrospect, I should have given more care to the thinness of what Paige was wearing and what it would expose when wet.
Paige furiously stomped forward, her waterlogged clothes splashing water everywhere. I took in the view and before she got to me, she realized what she was exhibiting to the whole world.
"I'm going to kill you!" she screamed at me. I showed remarkable (and what some would say was shocking for me) intelligence by running for my life, Paige in close pursuit.
I let her catch me on the stairs going up to the porch from the yard. She shoved me down and began hitting me — really punching me with her fists. She kicked and screamed for several seconds then let out one last bestial scream and sloshed inside. By the time I got inside, Aunt Jill and Iona were looking at me quizzically. Before I could explain, Paige came storming back downstairs.
"You" she screeched, "you…played me. I…well done, Zane," she abruptly changed emotional direction. "I'll let Belle know that I apologize for behaving immaturely." Paige shook her head a few times. "I give you this round and I have to applaud your psychological manipulation of the situation, Zane." Paige leaned up, kissed me on my lips, and headed back upstairs.
"What was that all about?" Jill came up and whispered to me.
"I wish I knew," I shrugged.
"I think Paige may be too smart," Iona observed. "She sees plans in your instinctual reactions. I suddenly think Cordelia is in serious trouble in her feud with you."
After that circus, I had a reasonable expectation of a drama-reduced conclusion of the weekend. I was going out with Heaven after all. Things could still go wrong. When I made my way to my car at five it wasn't Heaven I saw; it was Hope. Mind you, Hope looked amazing dressed in white boots, leggings, below-the-knee length skirt, skin-tight shirt, and bolero jacket. I was suddenly worried about in which cultures white is the color of Death.
"Hey, Hope," I greeted her as I pulled out my phone and hit Heaven's speed dial.
"Hello, Zane," she grinned as she folded her arms and tilted her hip as she waited for me to attend to business.
"Zane," Heaven mumbled from the other end.
"Babe, what is going on? I like Hope and I owe her a date but I want to be with you right now," I said. There was a long pause.
"We agreed that there would be more of a rotation to help us deal with the stress of this school year," Heaven moped.
"Could you hurry up and come down here? Because there is something I want to talk to you about but not over the phone," I requested.
"I don't want to…fine," Heaven groaned, "I'll be down in a second."
"As a joke I tried to get anyone to bet me you wouldn't call. No one took the bet," Hope smiled.
"You are very beautiful, Hope. This is nothing against you, but I had my heart set on Heaven tonight," I told her. "Besides, at 12:01 tonight, I really, really wanted to nail her."
"You might get the chance to nail someone anyway," Hope smiled seductively. "It isn't like you are unfamiliar with my body and I certainly don't mind being in close proximity to you."
"Doesn't your Dad kill people for a living?" I questioned.
"No, silly, he's in private security. As far as I know, he hasn't killed anyone in the United States in some time — that wasn't self-defense," Hope explained.
"I'm still not going to mention to him that we are going out. He'd break every bone in your body. He's very protective of his daughters," Hope studied me for my reaction.
"Eh, he's an old guy," I mused. "I can probably take him." Hope began giggling hysterically. Heaven came running up and hug-tackled me, ending that discussion. Christina followed along at a more sedate pace.
"I am so fucking horny," Heaven whispered in my ear.
"That's not fair," I growled, "because now all I can think of his your sweaty back pressed against me as I rub my hands all over your stomach and breasts."
"Bastard," she sizzled, but she was clearly less stressed about her now. "What did you want to tell me?"
"When I got home I ran across a mutual friend," I teased.
"Who?" Heaven worried. I pulled out my wallet and retrieved a certain someone's card.
"She asked about me, but she really wanted to know about you," I said as I handed Officer Danica Campbell's card over. "She told me she misses the feel of you brushing your tits along her back and your hard cock filling her up in every way. She wants to know when you, and maybe I, can stop by."
Heaven's eyes grew wider as she looked from the card then over to me several times.
"I…uh…really?" Heaven questioned. I nodded in the affirmative.
"If you feel like it, call her and set something up and I'll tag along if you want me to."
"Remember, I'm busy Wednesday nights," I suggested. Heaven now seemed positively ecstatic.
She gave me one more long kiss, skipped over to Christina, showed her the card and began hurriedly whispering to her. Christina shot me a curious look then smiled, giving her seal of approval to my little gift to Heaven. As those two turned the corner, I walked over to Hope.
"Thank you for waiting, Hope," I said, as I took both her hands in my own.
"I fully understand Zane. Loyalty is not one of your failings and it wasn't like you recoiled at the sight of me," Hope teased. "Now let's go." I opened her car door and held it open so she could get in, then went around and got in my side, started things up, and left campus.
"So, what's the agenda for tonight?" she inquired.
"There is this place on Carver Street that sells the thickest hamburgers we've ever seen, or so I'm told," I related. "After that, we walk around UV campus until 7:30 when we catch the noir film classic A Woman's Face. I've never seen it but I heard it is about the dual nature of women as both nurturer and spirit of vengeance." Hope seemed intrigued so I counted that as a win.
We had barely beat curfew coming through the gates but neither Hope nor I seemed ready to call it a night. I had my own reasons for wandering around FFU's campus and if Hope had any ideas about my intentions, she kept quiet about them. It was nearly eleven when I led my date up to the Solarium. Thankfully, the lights were out and some of the sofa-beds were occupied.
We tip-toed to my room around the Chinese screens, revealing my actual sleeping station to be miraculously unoccupied. Barbie Lynn, Rio, Mercy, and Vivian had all bowed to my wishes to be alone tonight. I turned around and pulled Hope to me.
"Yes?" she whispered. "Are we finally up to something because you've been picking this moment with care? As your Marksmanship instructor, I approve. As a woman keenly expecting masculine attention, I'm getting a bit frustrated."
I let my lips do my talking, starting at her finely crafted lips, then moving to her earlobe and the spot right below that. That turned out to be a magic spark for Hope and she began systematically throbbing against me. When I tried to pass farther along her neck toward her shoulder, Hope grabbed the hair on the back of my head and returned me to that place.
A little tongue action in conjunction with my lips elicited a grunt from the lady.
"Ugh," Hope gulped, "Right there…just like that." Since we were having a serious disagreement about who was in charge here — and I was losing — I moved my hands from her hips. They traipsed along her side, tickling her, and I moved them simultaneously to both breasts.
Hope did an admirable job of body control but her nipples were the great betrayers. They popped up like a 'just right' indicator on a Thanksgiving turkey. Her bra felt simple but thin, so a vigorous stimulation of her nubs produced unbeatable results for her. I alternated between caressing her firm yet pliable breasts and rubbing and twisting her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"No…no," she panted softly. She wasn't begging me to stop. She was forcing her stimulation under control by will alone. She was raising the threshold of her climax and I was going to have to really work to overcome her resistance. That was the game with Hope; she was a female tiger, uncertain if the male before her was a worthy mate to submit herself to. Hope wasn't looking for a partner; with her, all battles had winners and losers.
I didn't plan to lose and just like she had all the aces where firearms were involved, I had the vastly superior experience in giving and receiving pleasure. Speaking of which, I detached my left hand to Hope's right and pulled it down my torso in a steady, serpentine motion. The destination wasn't my crotch but my belt buckle.
Hope once told the club that she was trained to field strip her rifle in the dark with her right (main) hand tied behind her back. She certainly didn't disappoint me with her removal of my buckle and her rapid whipping out she managed with my belt. I confidently returned my hand to her breast. Hope countered by stepping up with her right leg between mine and her left leg on the outside so she could start some bump and grind action against my upper thigh.
She worked my zipper open and my pants partially down before she began to squeeze and stroke my intensely anxious cock.
"Oh, that's nice," she purred.
"I'm thinking the same thing," I panted my response. Hope used her one free hand to push off from my chest.
"I want to feel it…on my lips and tongue," she breathed through her nose as she spoke. "Barbie Lynn won't stop licking her lips when she talks about your semen on her tongue and all Heaven does is blush, look down, and have this annoying little smile on her face. It is driving Chastity and I nuts."
"That's nice; now hush up and take off my clothes," I ordered calmly. This was sort of the test for what I was aiming for with Hope.
"You want me to take off your clothes?" she questioned. I replied with a nod. Hope studied me for a second, not my face and intent, but in preparation of her approach to stripping me.
Hope slowly tugged my shirt up, looking me over as she coaxed my arms up so she could eventually take my shirt off.
"Zane…are you…" she was surprisingly hesitant, "are you going to make me…clean you up…after we have anal sex…with my mouth?" Oh, that was the problem.
Heaven and Barbie Lynn did ass-to-mouth for me but it didn't seem to gross them out. Hope would have found the very idea disgusting before she met me but now she was unsure, and Hope hated being indecisive over any aspect of her life.
"Let's not worry about that tonight," I assured her. "I have other plans for you."
To understand why Hope was currently so meek (for her) and attentive, you had to understand that her Father was a stern warrior-patriarch of a very proud and mostly traditional Korean family. At home, she was the dutiful eldest daughter in a family with no sons; here at FFU, she was aloof and deadly, except around Christina and company, where she got to be a relatively normal American girl in her early twenties.
Hope's only experience with men was with her Father, who was rumored to have killed any male who looked at her sexually, or expected her to kill the ones he missed. At FFU there were no guys at all for her to form relationships with — until I arrived. It wasn't a Daddy-issue thing, Hope didn't charge off into the great unknown; she became a good student and learned, patiently and confidently.
I would have time later to marvel at my brilliance; at the moment, Hope planting small kisses across my abs and chest as my shirt came up was beyond pulse searing. She didn't know stimulation so much as she understood how a body worked. She also was coolly efficient in easing my shirt over my head and off my arms.
She used a strong, steadying maneuver to take each shoe and sock off before she removed my pants and underwear together. When she finished, she was left kneeling in front of me, my penis bobbing an inch or two from her lips. She stared at it. I cupped a hand over each ear and guided her lips to my blood-engorged head.
I had no intention of ramming it down her throat; her parting of the lips was enough. It was on her own initiative that she licked off the pre-cum starting to appear along the slit. Her lips took in the top of the head and I stopped the pressure on her head. Hope quickly took over, leaning forward, taking in the whole head, retiring before bobbing back and letting her lips pass over the head to the start of the shaft.
I let her figure out by using her mouth and wrapping my cock up with one hand what felt good to me. She was growing in confidence by leap and bounds but I was still in charge. I touched each shoulder and she looked up (pretty damn sexy with her cheeks dimpling in as she sucked my cock).
"Stand up and take off your clothes," I instructed. I held her hand as she stood. Hope's removal of her clothing was no striptease, although it did have a certain military grace to it — physically perfect and fearless. Four times I had to stop myself from stepping up and ravish her as her body's muscles rippled under her smooth, ochre skin and her breasts swung loose, perfectly round and excited.
"On the bed," I instructed. Hope turned presenting her taut athletic ass to me, each cheek rolling in tandem with each stride. She moved to pull back the covers but I stopped her with a word.
"No," I corrected her. "I want you above the covers." Hope smoothly altered her motion so that she crawled on all fours onto the bed. She looked over her shoulder at me, deliciously presented, before rolling onto her back.
I approached her on my hands and knees from the foot of my sleeping platform and languidly stalked up her body until I stopped and kissed her at the joining of the thigh to the torso. Hope remained attentive and quiet, watching me plant kisses on each side of her pubic triangle without touching it.
As I worked my way up to her diaphragm, Hope raised her left leg, bent at the knee, foot resting next to her other knee. I gave a quick smile; Hope was relaxed and enjoying the moment, which is pretty special for a first-timer. I let my lips nibble along the bottom rib until I took a nip out of her waist and made her giggle.
Hope shifted away as she brought the back of her hand up to stifle her snickers. I let her go. I wanted to give her a wide range of sensations to sample. Had I done this with any of the other women I'd taken to bed? No, but no two women are alike. The only person Hope compared herself to was Hope and I gave her that level of respect.
I laid a path of licks and lip suction up her sternum to her far (left) breast. I circled the areola with my tongue, making sure to rub the nipple with my upper or lower lip as I made my circuit. Hope made this cute little coughing noise but otherwise remained still. Her nipple twirled around my tongue before I engulfed it with my mouth and started a strong steady suction that I accentuated by pulling my head up with her nipple extended by the upward maneuver.
This earned me a twitching in her hips. Her raised leg began to flop back and forth to the side while the right leg pressed against me and opened up her crotch for exploration. I took the offer and ran my right hand along her inner thigh above the knee to her plump, moist pussy lips. On the first trip I pushed a finger in up to the first knuckle.
I drew some of her juices down along her other inner thigh until I made a circle under her knee. She shivered slightly as I did so. I zigzagged on the return trip, this time running a finger from the perineum, dipping in to her cunt and making a quick twirl right beneath the clit. Two desperate breaths escaped past Hope's clenched teeth.
Hope's orgasm was close — closer than she realized. I moved my lips from her breast to her ear once more. I also subjected her pussy to the energies of another finger. I made slow, shallow strokes directed at parting the labia around her now rather impressive clitoris, twisting it and squeezing it between my fingers. (Strong fingers are something you work on in Marksmanship btw.)
When Hope's arms snaked up and wrapped me tightly to her, I knew she was on the home stretch.
"I am going to take you now," I whispered in her ear. The thrill and confusion of my intentions tore her apart inside.
She wanted to learn and obey but she also wanted to maintain her virginity, and the two ideas collided like twin locomotives. Remember, sex is in the mind and Hope's thoughts were on fire. I bit down on her earlobe at the same time I grappled with her right tit and gave several quick sharp spanks to her quim.
"Zaaannneeee!" she started out with a hiss but boiled into a thunderous shout. Her thighs clamped onto my fingers and she drove (no, she didn't claw — she impaled) her fingers into me like nails. The temporary deafness in my right ear was its own reward. I kissed her, running my tongue along the top and back of her teeth while her body shook and shivered.
When the last of the tremors subsided I released her and pushed up with my arms, keeping my elbows half bent.
"Zane, I'm sorry. I've hurt you," Hope sounded worried that her fingernails had blood on them. The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation I'd go through in the showers tomorrow. Rio took perverse glee crowing over every new sexual scar I accumulated.
"Hush now; on your knees facing me," I commanded.
This time Hope gave a barely noticeable blink before complying. She sat there attentively, her ass resting on her heels and her palms on her thighs looking smoking hot with damp thighs and perky nipples. I shifted up the bed, keeping to my side until I was properly positioned. I then reached for the back of Hope's head and confidently directed her toward my cock once more.
Hope picked up right where she'd left off; slurping my head like a lollipop. Hope didn't get overly ambitious. She sucked me in, rolled my head around her mouth using her tongue with the occasional sojourn an inch or two down my shaft. Being at loose ends since Hope was drooling all over my rod so well, I reached out and began fondling her closest breast.
This time I was rough, milking her breast, gripping the base of the breast and pulling down until I pulled the nipple. No response from Hope wasn't a bad thing; if she didn't like it she'd let me know. A few more pleasurable minutes with Hope and I sat up and put my other hand on the small of her back (I have really good abdominal muscles).
I brushed my hand knife-like and pinkie first down between her ass cheeks. I brushed her anus but only briefly because my target was her pussy once more. She was hot, wet, and welcoming. I worked two fingers in and pumped her as hard as I dared. When I had her rocking her hips in response to my thrusts, I jumped my fingers down and vibrantly worked over her clit.
Hope choked and little shimmies emanated from her hips. Again, I switched things up on her; I moved my hand up and rotated my forefinger against her anus until it gave way. Hope made a slight gagging noise but recovered masterfully and upped the tempo of her blowjob.
"Come this way," I directed her by pulling her right buttocks to me.
Hope wiggled from the waist slightly so she could look down the length of my body into my eyes. I repeated my hand motion, her eyes flashed with pleasure and she quickly straddled my body. Now her pussy was nearly at mouth level (Hope's pretty tall) while her blowjob continued non-stop in our '69′. I gripped a buttock in each hand, pulled them apart and then lifted my head to her honey box.
With my first lick, Hope's resolve began to fracture. I would grove my tongue, move her hips over me and then lick from her clit to the bottom of her cunt. I massaged her several times before resting my head and alternating my fingers in. When my tongue lapped at her creases once more, I trailed a finger up to her anus — no reaction.
I tickled her backside for half a minute, then substituted my tongue. I probed delicately and Hope stuttered in response. I went back to twirling her clit while pushing my index finger through her sphincter. Her oral attentions finally broke down. She let my cock plop out of her mouth and rested her forehead on my hip while the overwhelming sensations crashed over her senses.
I felt the tightness of her anal cavity around my finger and her pussy throbbing against my tongue. I pushed deeper with my finger and her juices started flowing as Hope became more and more aroused. Valiantly, she stepped up her game, kissing and sucking one of my balls into her mouth. I moaned, which made her very happy.
Hope's clit played along my lips as I took it in and sucked on it. She was rubbing my cock shaft as she tantalized my balls when she felt it start to pulse in her hand. My cockhead was engulfed by her lips and she remorselessly gobbling up the top third of my penis with the addition of a little twisting motion with her head and throat.
"I'm cumming," I growled. "Take it all but don't swallow until I tell you to." Hope drove me on faster and harder and I reciprocated on her two holes. When I took on her clit once more, it wasn't in the form of a monster wave crashing on the beach but like a building tsunami pulling the energy before pummeling in one overwhelming surge. I poked a second finger into her anus to drive her over the top.
Hope's back arched violently and a thin stream of fluid squirted into my mouth. She humped my face and squeezed my fingers in her asshole in a corkscrew fashion.
"Zane!" she belted out musically. "Oh, God, that's great…ummm…oh, yes, don't stop." My member slapped against my stomach and my balls were starting to boil and I couldn't hold back for long.
Several more flexes and grunts came from Hope before she settled down enough for me to get her to do what I wanted.
"Hope, I'm cumming," I ground out once more and just in time. Hope barely got my shaft upright and her lips over my head before I began ejaculating into her mouth.
She breathed sharply through her nose but didn't choke or spew. Time after time she took my seed until I mustered the strength to let her know I was done. Hope dismounted me and resumed her kneeling position supported by unsteady thighs. I was a little slower in following her though her eyes sparkled when I looked into their brown depths.
"Show me," I told her. Hope opened her mouth and I saw my semen brimmed inside. I kissed her lower lip along its entire length then did the same to her upper. I didn't take any of my jizz this time — that would came another time. For now,
"Swallow," I spoke, and she did in a mighty gulp. I pulled her into me and led us down onto the comforter, Hope resting in my embrace.
I soaked up the gentle passion of the moment with Hope in my arms. When she started kissing me on the neck I realized that was her way of asking for more. I twisted my body and pulled Hope past me so she could extend herself onto her hands and knees with me at her side. She lowered herself, letting her long, luxurious black hair cascade over her far shoulder.
My hands roamed over the back of her neck and shoulders while I kissed her mid and lower back. I shifted from her side, ending up behind her. I gave a slight nudge to her calf to get Hope to open her legs wide and let me position my hips behind her. I gave my rod a few strokes to get it ready but really the visual tableau of the tightly sculpted muscles of her shoulders, back, hips, and buttocks made the physical stimulation superfluous for me.
Keeping my eyes on Hope, I leaned way back and rummaged under the rolled-up blanket at the foot of the bed. The heating pad I'd asked Barbie Lynn to place there made finding the vial of viscous scented oil that was being warmed up easy. I was pleasantly assured of my feel for Hope to notice she hadn't looked back to see what I was up to. That took a great deal of confidence and trust.
The serenity with which Hope greeted the thin stream of liquid as it steamed while flowing from her tailbone into her cleft was intensely arousing to my sight. I set down the container and began rubbing the oil in. First I started around the anus but I soon moved over each cheek, massaging them as well. When I coasted down to her inner thighs Hope figured out what was really going on and I could swear I heard a phantom cough of amusement.
She knew I'd tricked her in a playful way. A few seconds later she pieced together the why — distracting her was secondary to easing the fatigue creeping through her thighs, lower back and butt brought on by several tense orgasms. There would be no muting of our joining. For ten minutes she relaxed and soaked up the hot oil working into her flesh.
I restarted my efforts by kissing each hip, signaling her that I was anxious for her flesh. I placed one hand on the small of her back and lined up my cock at the top of her butt crack. I gently rocked forward, pushing my cock onto her back. Swaying back, I let my penis slip off her butt, letting it swing free before thrusting forward once more.
This time I directed it languidly along the base of her cunt, letting my cockhead part her lips and plow her furrows until I touched then passed the clit on my way through her pubic hair and beyond. I repeated this orchestra of lust, adding in a movement where my bulbous head pressured her sphincter to the point of violation before sliding elsewhere.
"Jesus, Zane," Hope sung out, "make up your mind. You are driving me crazy." Hope wasn't being exhorted to climax by any loss of control; it was the tension brought about by not knowing what direction the lesson was going to take. For someone else it would be as if you were reading LA Confidential one night only to discover that the last quarter of the book was missing and not accessible until the next morning.
"There will be no intercourse for us tonight, Hope," I informed her. I began pumping along her pussy, mimicking the fucking motion. Time and again I let my penis head cut along her labia, brush her clitoris until it was stimulated by the low ridges along the shaft. It didn't take long for Hope to start pushing back against me to maximize my 'depth'.
The sting of the rain was well behind him but the pain his gut remained. 200 miles on his motorcycle, through wind, torrential downpours and darkness did little to erase the most recent memory of his soon to be ex-wife. Her drunken commotion outside the Iron Horse Saloon was expected. She was a chronic boozer with huge dependency issues and often made an ass out of herself during biker events but what wasn't expected was her inebriated confession that her boss had been her lover for over a year. He suspected it but hearing it come from her lips, in front of others, was no different than being punched in the gut.
The confession came at the end of a long argument about her ability to ride her motorcycle back home. Trey had taken her keys when he knew she was wasted. He had to fool her to get them and when she finally put two and two together she became belligerent — then mad. The volcano erupted when he turned his back to her to placate a bouncer and to see if he could get her a cab… It was then that she yelled out her news. The Iron Horse was too crowded and too bikerfied for any melodramatic silencing of the crowd… but his closest friends heard her and so did he.
The men in the group all said, "Oh shit…" The women simply looked at each other and said, "What?" Trey simply tossed her bike keys to his best friend, turned on his heels and walked toward his bike. Nobody followed. In less than four minutes his leather was on, his phone was off and his bike was headed south on US 1.
Kate had just hung up the phone for the 9th time. With her extended family arriving for the much anticipated family reunion, the logistics of the event, as usual, fell on her shoulders. For 19 years she had assumed the role of travel planner, vacation guide, complaint manager AND whipping post for each and every one of her husband's family gatherings.
These affairs had grown more elaborate and complex over the years. This summer, the headcount totaled 27 with every member requiring flight tickets, rental cars, and accommodations. What was once a small family get away trip to the coast had now turned into a convention of the damned… or at least that's how Kate thought of it…
If the reunion had grown over the years, her relationship with her husband had not. Sitting on the bed and staring at her phone that seldom failed to interrupt her private moments, Kate couldn't help but to chuckle when she thought of the latest addition to the party… her husband's 28 year old personal assistant. The new personal assistant complete with beautiful shoulder length red hair, full cheeks, tight ass and huge boobs.
Kate's suspicions that this was her hubby's latest fling were somewhat confirmed when she attempted to book the assistants room next to theirs. No, he demanded… the assistant must be lodged in the adjoining wing… the wing with more privacy and the farthest from the rest of the family members. The welling of a tear was halted when Kate recalled how she booked the assistant a smoking room… knowing full well that her husband, a former smoker, could no longer stand the scent of anything tobacco related!
With more details to tend to, Kate picked herself up off the edge of the bed, smoothed out her pants skirt, grabbed her purse, headed out the door and walked to the lobby.
As she had for the past many months, Kate saw an image form in her mind. More of a phrase, actually… Like a neon advertisement in the window of a bar, "EXIT STRATEGY AHEAD", beamed above and before her – as if all she had to do was walk forward to rid herself of the humiliation and heartbreak of her current situation…
The rain had let up north of Vero Beach but it took another 100 miles for the wet to leave his jacket and chaps. With no real idea of what he was doing, Trey only stopped for gas and to check his saddle bags for water.
He rode further south… passing Delray Beach, West Palm, Ft. Lauderdale then Miami proper. The sun came up over the condo studded eastern horizon as he passed the causeway for Miami Beach but he kept riding. Almost an hour later saw the intersection for Coral Gables and knew he had to make a decision… to turn around or keep going. It took one mile for him to decide that he wanted to have lunch further south… Key West became is destination.
Kate didn't notice the sun rise that morning because she was ensconced in the resort's business office trying to find a pediatrician for her 2 year old nephew who spent the night screaming with an ear infection. It did occur to her that the mother of the child could have as easily called the front desk and asked them for help instead of her room but Kate bit her finger in punishment for answering the phone at 5 AM…
An hour before lunch found Kate taking yet another cell phone call from her husband regarding someone's gluten allergy issue. She thanked God that almost everybody had arrived with the last stragglers expected before dinner.
It was just past noon when he navigated his motorcycle through the narrow streets of Key West and into the parking lot of his destination. Still a bit damp with his doo-rag a wreck, Trey unhooked his saddle bags and exhaustedly strolled into the resort front door. The reception area was packed, and the site of a leather clad biker with grime all over his boots raised more than a few eyebrows. Ignoring all those before him, Trey made to the registration line and found himself behind three very agitated retirees.
Walking past, just to the right, a woman perched herself at the concierge desk. What made this more interesting than any other woman was the sight of her in her tight fitting dress suit with her elbow on the counter and her left leg flexed, shoe dangling from her toes…
Whimsy was what came to Trey's mind… and he found that he was staring at her.
"Sir.", the reception desk attendant spoke.
He was transfixed on the shoe dangling from Kate's foot and the hypnotic motion of her calf muscle.
"Sir.", the receptionist repeated.
Still fixated, Trey noticed also that her pants skirt was moving in response to the slight movements of her ass muscles.
Kate heard the clerk almost shout and turned toward the direction of the commotion. Doing so, she immediately locked eyes with the man starting at her legs… She held her gaze until his eyes traveled upward and met her eyes.
Lips slightly parted, as if in awe, Trey met the woman's eyes.
Trey turned his head as if he'd been slapped in the face. In some ways he was… but the look on the face of the annoyed reception clerk told him to simply get on with the business of checking in!
He quickly did so and turned back… she was gone.
Kate was walking fast toward the elevators and was completely confused. What was it about a simple look that made her feel the way she did. She knew that she was attractive, she had spent hours in the gym and prided herself on looking good, what just happened was different.
She had just entranced a man and then she ran from him. She didn't even stick around long enough to get the room list she had asked for. All of a sudden, Kate wondered what she had become. In an instant she decided to shed the cloak of a frustrated and ignored wife of a skirt chasing senior executive and enjoy the benefits of a man's stare.
She stopped before the elevators, turned and headed back to the front desk.
Now he was gone.
Trey took the key, signed the register and didn't care a hoot what anybody thought. He had seen a sight that ignited a small spark in his soul and he grabbed his gear and made his way to the ground floor rooms on the east wing. His smile was brighter than the blush he was sporting.
Kate saw him disappear around the hallway corner as she made her way to the front desk. With a sigh, she took the room list from the dumbfounded attendant and retraced her way back to the elevators. Her phone began to ring…
The next several hours for both were a blur.
Kate managed to get every family member, and the new busty assistant, checked in and settled into their rooms. Each was prepped regarding the elaborate dinner plans for the evening.
Trey touched base with his family since his cell phone was littered with voice mails and texts of relatives and friends wanting to know his whereabouts… Frustrated with retelling the same old story, he shut his phone off, took a hot shower and inventoried his clothes. His clothes… he had his damp jeans, a few bike event T shirts, his leathers, two pair of socks and his boots. Not really Key West attire…
Not wanting anything more than a nap, Trey tucked himself in bed and launched some porn on his smartphone. He didn't even get past the cheesy opening credits before falling fast asleep…
Kate could only have dreamed of taking a nap. Her afternoon was one crisis management issue after another. Rooms to change, more food allergies to deal with, blood sugar strips to find… all made worse by the frustration of not bumping into her biker stranger again…
Trey was sleeping hard but hunger plucked away at his subconscious and soon he found himself up and deciding to join the rest of the resort for dinner. His clothes, dry but not clean, were collected and soon he looked exactly as he did when he arrived. He pocketed his room key, turned the door handle and made his way to the dining room.
By 6 PM Kate rushed to down to the lounge to preside over the gathered family throng and attempt to remind them of the dinner details before the adults got sloshed. Dinner for both was an afterthought — Trey enjoyed a seafood dinner at the bar — attempting to free his mind of the events of the past 24 hours and Kate didn't even seat herself since space limitations within the private dining room made it necessary for her to offer her place to one of the two unexpected surprise guests that accompanied her "evil" cousin, Marlene.
The flurry for each was so intense that they didn't even allow themselves the opportunity to revisit the brief encounter with each other earlier that afternoon. There simply wasn't the emotional time or energy to do so…
If Trey's dinner was the definition of emotional indifference then Kate's was the polar opposite… She found herself alone in the ladies room crying her eyes out, only hoping no nosey stranger would offer misdirected comfort. She thought the dinner went well until her husband and Mother in Law both took her aside separately to bitch about dozens of issues. Kate saw her dignity stripped away, one slice at a time, as steel lined tongues carved details of numerous complaints into her soul.
Tuning out her blue haired monster of a mother in law, Kate remembered the EXIT sign and immediately her humiliation turned to anger… and she vowed that this would be the last time she would ever allow herself to be treated less than she deserved.
She pulled her planning papers out of her purse, shoved them into the bitter chest of her "relative" and hissed, "Go fuck yourself, you heartless bitch!" and stormed off…
She raced to her room, collected her most important things and as she began to exit she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Looking at herself, Kate decided that it was time to start calling her own shots. She dug through her remaining event papers and tossed them onto the bed. She grabbed her soon to be ex-husband's starched white shirt and in red lipstick wrote that she had called his mother a bitch and that from now on the two of them would be in charge of this cluster fuck of a reunion.
She slammed the door behind her and marched to the elevator. She hadn't even taken time to see the ocean or smell the salt air… the beach was her destination! But, Kate decided that as good as a walk on the beach sounded she really could use a drink… so as she made her way past the main entranceway, she turned to see if she could grab something strong to go. As she approached the bar, she noticed a tall, baldish man sitting alone on a barstool placing an order with the bartender. Wanting to be served next, she slipped between the next two bar stools and waited for the man to finish describing his martini.
And as she turned to be prepared to place her order, her eyes met those of the man she saw earlier that day…
And she smiled.
And his jaw dropped.
"You!" She cried. She didn't know why… she just did, perhaps so, because his was the only face that she could see without cringing in pain over some bullshit meal plan.
"ME!" He replied with a huge grin on his face. Mentally he slapped his hand on his forehead and screamed in disgust at such an utterance.
They laughed — a real belly laugh that had eluded each for days. When they relaxed enough to catch a breath found his eyes locked on hers. She returned the stare and he noticed that her smile grew wider with each second that passed without a word being said.
The barkeep apologized for interrupting but wanted to know if either would like to place an order. She ordered a Tanq and tonic and he ordered a run martini. Immediately after the barkeep departed they instantly introduced themselves and explained why each was at the bar. He explained his bolt from the bike event and she went into detail about her husband and the family reunion. He explained his garb for the evening and she talked about the dark circles under her eyes…
The connection was instant. Within seconds they were sharing things about themselves and their circumstances that others would never be told. The drinks came and were consumed — more talking and a second round was served.
Once the warmth of the alcohol had taken hold Trey new that he needed to get her away from any roving family member so he ordered one more round to go, collected them and invited Kate to watch the sun set with him on the beach.
She immediately agreed and they walked through the large sliding doors to the patio area. Wanting more privacy, Trey turned them left and they walked down the path leading to the private beach just west of the compound. But, the pavers ended just beyond the sight of the resort so both Trey and Kate took a moment to remove their shoes.
She was waiting for him to pull off his boots when he stopped, straightened his back, cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her lips.
He didn't say a word, he just kissed them three times, gently, and released her.
"Come on, Sexy… we've got a ways to go!" Is all he said.
Two hundred yards down the beach they came across a lifeguard stand secluded by a small rock outcropping and a cluster of mango and palm trees.
"Let's climb up and watch the sun set from here"
Trey went up first, only four steps, and reached down so Kate could hand him their shoes and drinks. Once they were stowed away, he reached down to help her up only to find that she was almost to the seat already!
They got themselves comfortable and continued talking while the yellow of the sun slowly turned to orange then red. A few clouds on the horizon splayed the rays in a beautiful fan like display which only lasted several minutes before evaporating away as purple and black took over the sky.
His drink finished, he put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. She turned and kissed his lips.
"Come with me."
He hopped down off of the lifeguard stand and motioned for her to do the same. She tossed the shoes onto the ground and then followed herself.
He took her hand and walked her to a large sea worn rock just behind the tree line.
"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you…" and he embraced her and kissed her full on the mouth. She melted into him in return and the force behind the arms around his neck telegraphed that she was just as eager…
They kissed. They kissed deeply and hard. He pulled her closer into him and she felt every bit of his growing erection. His jeans and belt felt coarse, not beach like at all…. And this excited her.
She pressed herself into him and as she did his hands cupped each of her ass cheeks. He exhaled through his nose as he bent over to feel all of her.
"I want you… here… now, Kate…"
Her lips left his and as their eyes met, her legs began to bend. She wanted to please him… she wanted to be nasty for him and when her knees hit the sand, and her face stared at the bulge in his jeans, she stripped off the last vestiges of her former, prudent, self.
Over the past month, Kate had secretly devoured every page of Fifty Shades of Grey, a novel about sex, power, control and some mild BDSM. The book had gone viral… it had become the talk of every suburban housewife in America. Kate found that, when she played with herself, she would fantasize about submitting to the sexual will of an alluring stranger…Her orgasms, once more frustrating than satisfying, had begun to grow in intensity again.
As she stared at the tiny wet spot, below and to the left of his zipper, she heard him say, "Undress me, Kate. Undress me without using your hands."
The command made her gush… she felt her panties grow warm with her sex. Lost in the lust of the moment, she forgot her instructions and moved her hands to remove his belt.
"No." He said quietly but firmly. "Undress me with your mouth. " And with that statement, he bent over, took an arm of hers in each hand, and placed them behind her back. "Keep them there… "
Kate clasped her hands together behind her back and squirmed to regain her balance. She looked up at him with her mouth open then reached for his belt with her teeth. The leather tasted earthy, a delicious contrast to the tang of the metal buckle. She twisted her neck to remove the pin from the eye of the belt strap then changed her bite toward the far side of the buckle to pull the strap completely out of the buckle.
"Nice…" Was all she heard him utter.
She took a deep breath and aimed for the button above his zipper. She searched for it with her lips but found the task of removing it from its cut more difficult. After several attempts she rested on her heels and said, "Help me…"
He slowly undid his button and pulled the two edges away from each other exposing the slider. She caught a glimpse of the brass in the moonlight and maneuvered the tab between her teeth with her tongue. Down she pulled… her chin brushing along the rise of his stiffness beneath the denim. As she neared the bottom of the zipper chain her forehead pressed against his now exposed flesh. He was not wearing any underwear… He was commando. She closed her eyes and allowed her nostrils to be teased by his delicious scent as she took as much of him into her lungs as possible…
His jeans didn't fall to the ground as she expected… No, his stiff cock was holding them in place. Kate worked them down by biting either side and jerking an inch or two at a time. After the fifth try she was rewarded by a mild slap in the face by his escaping member.
Again, she sat on her heels and looked up to him. She desperately wanted to take him into her mouth but craved to be told what to do next.
He took his cock in his hand, pointed it skyward and said, "Tease me, Babe…"
She kissed, then licked then drew each ball into her mouth. She started gently but grew more aggressive as his moans encouraged her. When she pulled too hard he'd grab a handful of hair and pull her off of him — but always returned her to the same spot.
Next, he released his hold on himself and she moved her head to reach his shaft. Swirling her tongue along the base, she worked her way to the tip and heard his utterances grow louder the further she moved. Finally, when her lips ringed the head of his dripping cock, he didn't wait for her to engulf him… No, rather he put his hands on her head and firmly slid his entire length into her mouth.
She strained to keep her mouth open and her neck flexed in the right position to receive all of him – and she did. She searched for his eyes with hers but was greeted with the sight of his waist moving back and forth in time with the rhythm he was setting with his arms.
I've always been a little unconventional, at least where men are concerned. I had a bit of a different upbringing to most of the kids in my year at school. It was more like southern California than south London. California in the sixties and seventies, instead of the mean streets of the eighties in England, when it seemed everybody had an idea for a fast buck or they were on the dole queue and on their uppers, married with three kids and no hope left.
My parents had decided not long after they met, seeing as they already knew they had both found "the one", that they would have no expectations from each other. They agreed to support whatever dreams they had, over and above making concrete plans years ahead which would inevitably lead to regret if expectations fell short. So they travelled together as soon as they finished college, just pooled all their cash, sold anything they didn't need to take with them, and bummed a lift to the coast and got a ferry to the continent. Then they hitch-hiked from one country to the next, finding short term jobs on the way. Eventually a few years later they had found themselves on the southern tip of India, running a travellers hostel and a bar, making new friends every day, watching the world go by.
But now they wanted to own their own home, instead of feeling like they were camping out every night, and some nights literally camping out under the stars when the full moon parties were in full swing. The parties were the deciding factor, now they had me to think about. I was a toddler then, running about barefoot under palm trees. Mum and Dad didn't want to just hang out and party anymore, they wanted more security. So with a fond farewell and many tears one moonlit night on the beach, they partied their last party and then packed up and headed back westwards until they rocked up on a friend's doorstep in Wandsworth, brown and dusty, bearing gifts and stories in return for a place to stay until they found their own. So I had a different perspective from most kids my age. I always thought home was where the palm trees were, not this grey, wet, cold concrete jungle.
I was lonely, but not for long once I worked out that every kid in London just wanted to be like all the others, trendy, fashionable and popular.
I didn't let the trendies intimidate me into cutting my hair or wearing the same old things they wore. I got a job in a shop and worked my way up to a local department store, so I had first dibs on the latest fads before they were even noticed. Although most of the time I didn't even like anything I saw there. I was always looking for something else. Something unique, something rare. Something honest and real.
Once I'd decided that I wanted something different from the mass market offerings, my taste knew no bounds. I would trawl through market stalls and charity shops for anything I liked the look of, anything vintage, quirky or classic, so that I could mix and match into any style I needed to blend into on any given day. One day I would be in a skirt suit, with my hair up and smart, another I would be in shorts, long flowing shirts and knee high boots with studs and spikes everywhere. I had acquired a taste for tattoos and piercings too, and harboured a secret wish to buy a classic motorbike and just ride for miles into the sunset, following the wanderlust inherited from my trail beaten parents.
That was how, in a roundabout way I met Michael. I always hung out with the bikers whenever I went out drinking, or went to gigs in the city when I had the spare cash. I loved the rock bars and old fashioned pubs where they would line up the bikes outside. On any Sunday afternoon there would be at least five or six parked on the forecourt, ticking slowly in the heat while the owners lounged on the wooden tables, or crowded around the bar waiting for the music to start. Later in the evening the bands would start up and if the weather was good and people stayed out late, it could get quite friendly by the end of the evening. It always seemed more natural that way, you would bump into somebody in a crowd, start chatting about music or bikes and then in no time you would be best friends, drinking until all hours, talking about anything and everything and sometimes end up crashing on somebody's sofa for the night if you had too many beers. Even though you'd only met them a few hours before.
Then in the morning you'd wake up and make your way home, never knowing the next time you would see them. Somehow that felt a bit too much like an obligation to ask if they were around again next weekend. People like that never expected anything from me, never wanted to know everything about me or where I was from, they were just happy to enjoy my company and I theirs, until the next day dawned and it was time to go home, or go to work for another week.
Michael was one of the crowd, but not in the places I was hanging out. A friend of his was having a birthday and had invited him to stay for the week while he was waiting for parts for his beaten up old Norton, and he had borrowed an equally old and beaten up Triumph to buzz around on. I was admiring the paintwork somewhat teasingly and he asked me my name, and right from that moment we seemed to just feel comfortable together, not together so much as side by side, just sharing the company and the vibe and the evening, which slid by slowly aided by the music, beer and sunshine. It was midsummer, the pubs were heaving, the music was pounding, the vibe was decidedly relaxed….. somehow that first time we met it was different, like the first day of a holiday feeling, everybody just let go and everything seemed to just click together and flow like the golden liquid sky and the music and the sunshine reflected off the cars and bikes passing by outside.
There was no denying the attraction either. It was like magic, an unspoken understanding that we clicked. We knew we were both thinking the same thing as soon as we looked at each other. Do you want another beer? Yes. Do you want to come outside? Yes. Looking back I don't think we even spoke much after that. We just knew what we both wanted by looking into each other's eyes. Not just that we liked each other already, but that we knew we wanted to talk, to find out more about each other, right now, even though it was late and noisy and there were too many people around us inside to make ourselves heard. We were supposed to be partying at his friend's birthday bash, but somehow it was pointless to pretend there wasn't something already there. Something in our faces that we saw in each other, and recognised in ourselves.
So we wound our way outside with our fresh beers and found a seat on the corner of the wall to perch for a while and talk. We wasted no time in finding out where we both lived, several hundred miles apart as it happened but quickly moved onto work and family and quickly discovered that yes we were both single and no there was nobody special in our lives. It didn't even seem like that was the most important thing we needed to find out, we just kept talking, about bikes, music, films we both liked, friends and families.
Once I'd told him about my half wish to get my own bike and travel like my parents had, his face lit up. He had had the same idea and was just waiting until he could afford a new bike, one that could take some serious miles on the open road. Maybe even off-road, if he ever found himself in some far flung country with no tarmac to speak of.
I told him my idea of selling my flat and just taking off, heading west as far as I could go, until I hit the sea. Then onwards to America and just keep going west, follow the sun until it sank into the Pacific on the Californian coast. He looked at me for a moment, not speaking, just staring straight into my eyes. I remember the way the light reflected off his deep green ones and he had that faraway look, the thousand mile stare. He smiled slowly and looked away and sort of coughed, then laughed and turned back to me and said, "You read my mind".
Looking back now I think that was it, the moment that we bonded. We had only met a couple of hours before that moment, but subconsciously a pact was made. Somehow we would do it, just make whatever needed to happen happen so that we could do that journey, just keep going west until we hit the sea. We hadn't even touched each other yet, apart from a brief handshake when we were introduced by Michael's friend Sam, and while we were sitting there, eyes locked in some silent confirmation, Sam had wandered out looking for us and shouted our names.
Suddenly we were transported back from some distant magical vision of sand and surf and we looked around for Sam and realised where we were again, in south London, on a hot sweaty Saturday in midsummer and it was Sam's birthday and we were being decidedly antisocial. Sam took one look and laughed out loud. "Uh-oh, he's got that look again"…"What look?" "That one you get when you talk about your bike and going for a long ride, yeah THAT one! Don't be fooled by his mild mannered exterior. This one has the wanderlust and won't be around for long. I can tell you now he's been saving up for years for a proper bike and one day soon he's going to disappear over the horizon and won't be back for a long time, maybe never."
We looked at each other again then, and we didn't have to say it. It was agreed, it was OK. We would do it. Together. Sam just stood there looking from one face to the other, his mouth hanging open. He slapped his forehead and groaned theatrically, spun round and threw his arms up in the air. Then he pointed at Michael, frowning, pointed at me, and rolled his eyes. We both blushed and looked at our feet.
"WHAT have you two been planning? You've only just met!"
"Welllllll….nothing's decided yet…..except maybe another beer?" Then you stood up and put your arm around Sam's shoulders and reached out for mine, and I slipped my arm around your waist and let you hold me like that, the three of us together. We laughed and spent the next hour or two getting drunk and laughing some more and singing, celebrating with Sam and our friends, letting the summer night wash over us until the small hours. Then we all walked back to Sam's house and collapsed on sofas while Sam drunkenly decided to play his entire record collection until morning. Sleep finally took us one by one. Except for you. Michael and I somehow didn't get quite as drunk as Sam did. He crawled off to bed, still singing, after showing me a place I could sleep for the night.
I came back downstairs to find you in the kitchen making tea, and I just felt so comfortable then. I walked up behind you and put my arms around your waist while you gathered cups and sugar and milk. I just held you for a moment, pressing my palms gently onto your belly. You turned around and looked into my eyes and then you kissed me, so softly, and it felt like a warm familiar feeling, like we had done it before. Only this was the first time we had really touched each other properly. It felt so right and so good, with a frisson of electricity and yet as if we had known each other for years.
Your hands moved up to my face. You held me gently while your lips slowly slipped across mine. Your fingers wound their way into my hair and you stepped closer. I moved into you and wrapped my arms around your back, letting my head tilt to one side as you pressed your lips to mine again, more firmly and with just the tip of your tongue you opened my mouth, and further in until my tongue found yours and we started kissing again. One kiss after the other, each one growing longer and deeper until we were pressed so tight together, we almost lost our balance. The music had stopped and the kettle clicked off, and it was suddenly silent, just the two of us alone. Just for a moment we stopped and looked into each other's eyes.
You were still holding my head and my hands had found their way under your shirt. Your skin was so warm and I suddenly felt hot all over. I didn't want to let go but I stepped back just one step and then I slipped off my jacket, dropping it on the table and kicked off my shoes. You stood there stock still, never moving your eyes from mine, you just waited to see what I would do next. I stepped forward again, and slid my hands back under your shirt, this time up the front until I could feel your belly again, which was so warm. It was like the way the hot pavement felt through my shoes on a hot day.
You took a deep breath in and your hands moved to hold mine, pressing my fingers into you and keeping them there, like you never wanted me to let go. There was a look in your eyes, like the stare I had seen earlier, but harder, more intense. A longing look, and a question hung in the air between us, and it was completely silent all around us.
Then our lips met again and we wrapped ourselves around each other. Your arms around my waist and mine around your neck, holding the back of your head, pressing you closer into me with every kiss. You closed the circle of your arms tighter and almost lifted me off my feet, your lips moving down the side of my face to my neck, across my collarbones and up the other side. I leaned back letting you bend me into you, my hair falling back over my shoulders. Your lips reaching for mine again and again. Your hands moving up and down my back.
We must have stood there for a while, letting the moments stretch, not moving too fast. Just holding each other and kissing more slowly. You broke free from my mouth and kissed my eyelids, my cheeks, my neck, making me shiver. I must have made a small noise, like a sigh, because you stopped again just for a second and looked into my eyes again. You reached down and in one swift move, lifted me off my feet and planted me on the table, pushing me back so I wouldn't fall off the edge.
My feet were dangling off the floor, and I reached for your shoulders to hold on to, but you held my hands for a second, then placed them on the table on each side of me. You quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open, your lips reaching down quickly to kiss my chest and then down to my bra. Your hands reached behind and unclipping it. Then you removed both my bra and shirt. Taking my breasts in both hands, you continued kissing me there. At first tiny kisses along the top and in between, and then pressing your tongue against my nipples….. I shivered again and moaned as you held them one by one between your lips, making them prickle with sensation.
I grabbed hold of your hair and the back of your neck, pressing you closer with each kiss. My legs lifted up and held you around your waist. You stopped kissing me, but held my breasts in each hand, slowly circling the nipples with your thumbs, and then slowly up and down just below each nipple, only just grazing my skin with the tip of each thumb.
I shivered and my nipples prickled, completely hard and erect.
You leaned in even closer and grabbing my legs, I leaned back onto the table, allowing my shoulders to rest my weight there for a moment, then sitting up and holding your arms I kissed you again. You ran your hands slowly along the outside of my thighs, feeling the tight fabric of my denim shorts, the knee length ones with the little zips that dangled just below the knees. I always loved those shorts, the way they hugged me in all the right places and made my legs look longer. Your hands moved to the inside, you let them slide all the way up from my knees to the crease at my groin, and you pressed your thumbs into the seam at the centre, feeling the heat there. I moaned again and you sighed.
You reached for my belt buckle, and pulled. It came free and then the button. Hooking your fingers over the waistband, you pulled them off in one swoop, from behind, knickers and all, leaving my naked butt suddenly floating in mid air. I sat down on the table and winced. It was cold against my skin, and I gasped and must have looked at you with a little shocked smile. Your eyes lit up again and you smiled, pushing my knees a little wider you moved closer, between my legs, and kissed my nipples again quickly, moving swiftly downwards until you reached my waist. Your hands pressing my thighs further apart until my legs were spread wide. You looked down at my pussy, and said mmmmmm…. You pressed your thumbs gently into the creases on each side, squeezing my lips together….
Oh it was so sweet. Your eyes were on fire, so deep. Your gaze never lifting from my sex while you massaged my lips so slowly. I could no longer stay sitting upright, moaning and sighing I could only let myself lay back while you teased my aching flesh with your fingers and thumbs. You rubbed two fingers up and down, so lightly at first just grazing the slit, until it opened and you found my bud. You circled it with one finger while your other hand squeezed my thigh. I bucked my hips forward, pressing you closer, lifting my feet up onto the edge of the table .
My hands tried to grip your arms but I couldn't reach. I was immobile on my back. With your other hand you started to stroke my breasts, so gently, making circles around first one then the other. All the while your fingers pressing and circling my clit, until with two fingers you pinched it lightly and held it there, making me gasp and moan again.
Then slowly, so slowly, you slid one finger inside, then a second, just to the second knuckle, just far enough to make my muscles contract and grasp you inside. I gasped deeper then and moaned, "Aaaaaaahhhh…. " It was too good. So gentle, so slow, not letting me move or reach for you. I was pinned to the table with your fingers inside me.
So gently now you pressed upwards, inside me, finding my g-spot and making me quiver again from head to toe. I couldn't stop moaning and sighing now if I wanted to. The thumb of your other hand slid up and down inside my thigh, pressing into my flesh for a moment, then releasing and suddenly finding my clit again. The thumb pressed there firmly now, while your fingers slowly worked in and out. I cried out loudly, throwing my head back against the table and shuddered. It was so good, so slow. I couldn't come yet. You were holding me back, but I couldn't move any part of my body away from you.
I tried to reach for you again, tried to pull you towards me by grabbing your shirt, but only catching the edge with one hand. You pressed yourself forwards and I could feel your bulge through your jeans, pressing against my thigh. I pulled my hands back to lift myself up level with you again. You stared deep into my eyes, and you kissed me so deep, your fingers still stroking me slowly inside.
I reached for your belt and pulled it free. You withdrew your fingers and stepped back, letting my hands fall to my sides, my legs still wide and my feet dangling again. I reached for you again, but you leaned back, away from me, just for a second then giving me one swift hard kiss. You stood upright and undid your jeans, letting them fall to your knees, and throwing your shirt on the floor.
Your cock stood straight out, rigid and pointing straight at my pussy. I reached for you and held you, wrapping my fingers around your shaft, just below the head, I felt you throb in time with your pulse.
I moved my hand up to the head, letting my fingers close around the end and then back down to the root. You let out a low moan as I gripped you more firmly there, my other hand reaching under your balls and just clasping them just tight enough to press them together in my palm.
You watched as I stroked you slowly up and down, never letting my grip loosen, but never pausing in one spot for too long. Your precum began to ooze out of the tip, the head swelling, darkening and throbbing more intensely now. Your pulse quickened as I squeezed the shaft just behind the ridge, and your balls tightening in my other hand.