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Swinger Stories
Biker Girls
Lena was riding her John Player Norton. I, as usual, was on the LeMans. The
big Guzzi throbbed between my legs as we swept through the turns one after
another. The Goose has a stiff suspension; there's something very sexy about the
way the firm seat fits between my thighs, how the bike bucks over big bumps.
It's almost like riding a man. Needless to say by the time we reached the coast
highway I was ready to lure my Lena off into the beach grass and have my way
with her.
But when we pulled off at one of our favorite overlooks what should we spy but a
gorgeous blue-and-silver Ducati and next to it, dressed all in black leathers,
one of our favorite riders. Frank was someone we knew through the European
Motorcycle club. We both liked him, but whenever we had talked it had always
been in the middle of a crowd. Today he was alone. After chatting a few minutes
Lena and I had evidently come to the same conclusion, for she invited him to
join our picnic.
There was something about Frank: he seemed to ooze sensuality, and every time
our eyes met I got a big jolt of frankly sexual energy. The same seemed to be
happening with Lena. When I complained of a sore neck Frank gave me a neck and
shoulder rub that was so slow, so deep, so excruciatingly sensual, I wanted to
rip his clothes off right there.
By the time we finished our meal Lena and I were decided. Locking her eyes with
mine she picked up my hand and began kissing my fingers one by one.
Slowly I drew her into my arms until our lips met. Then we turned to our guest,
who was watching avidly. "Frank," I began.
"We think you should come home with us. We can show you our house..."
"...and our bedroom..."
"...and our bed..."
"You see," I explained as Frank's hot eyes rested first on Lena, then on me, "we
have lots of fun together but we haven't had a man in - how long has it been,
Lena?"
"I don't know. A long time."
"A very long time."
"And we LIKE men!" Lena insisted. "Especially men who are serious about their
pleasures - and like to take their time with them. Are you like that, Frank?
Because if you are--"
"IF you are, we'd VERY much like to take you home."
Frank licked his lips. "Let's go."
At the house we stripped off our leathers and warmed up with a cup of hot tea
apiece. Then Lena and I led Frank into our bedroom. As we had pushed our bikes
into the garage earlier we had decided what we were going to do. Now I put my
arms around Frank and began to kiss him. He was an incredible kisser, slow and
tantalizing. We kissed and undressed, then I pushed him down on the bed and lay
on top of him, naked skin on hot, naked skin, and while my mouth and my naked
thighs against his erection distracted him, Lena captured his arms and legs and
tied him to the bed.
I don't think he realized he was caught until she tightened the bonds and I
rolled off him. "Don't worry," Lena told him. "It's just that, well, the trouble
with men is that they're just not patient. And we want to take you slo-o-owly."
She leaned down and kissed his mouth, nibbled his ear lobe, then knelt between
his spread legs and began, with excruciating slowness, to lick and then suck his
balls. Frank groaned and rolled his eyes. I lay back and enjoyed as Lena
tormented him.
I had some idea of what was coming next, and watching Frank thrash and strain
against his bonds as Lena brought him closer and closer to orgasm was getting me
really hot. Just before he was ready to come she pulled away from him, leaving
his organ purple with lust and visibly pulsating. "See what I mean? You're
getting impatient." Frank groaned. Lena crawled over him and wrapped me in an
octopus-like embrace. "Now it's your turn," she said.
Those incredible, talented lips brushed my hairline, my eyelids, and at last my
mouth. While her fingers teased my things apart she began french-kissing me, her
lush breasts a warmth I wanted to bury myself in. I stroked her nipple with one
hand while the other found her pussy, which was dripping wet with excitement. As
I caressed the hot, velvety softness between her labia she began to moan aloud,
thrusting her crotch against the heel of my hand. I was all set to go down on
her when she slipped from my arms, laid me head-to-foot with Frank so he could
watch as much of the action as possible, and began to lick my dripping hot
pussy.
A fierce heat began to grow deep inside me, became nearly unbearable as it
spread to my hands and feet, my breasts, even my throat. As her tongue lashed my
super-sensitive clit I felt her finger slide around the opening of my vagina,
then slip within. A bottomless well seemed to open inside me. As she brought me
to the brink of orgasm and over I was dimly aware that Frank was going nearly as
wild as I was, but I caught in wave after wave of searing, almost unendurable
pleasure and couldn't pay much attention. Lena barely let me catch my breath
before bringing me off again. Another sweet agony shook me.
She was starting in on round three when I took mercy on poor Frank and insisted
that she make him lick her pussy for a while. Meanwhile I lay down between his
legs and began licking his balls as Lena had done earlier.
Frank was excited and he loved Lena's pussy. Lena loved his tongue, too, for she
kept rubbing her cunt over his mouth, groaning, sweat sheening the muscles of
her back. I ached to be two places at once: how I envied Frank as he tasted my
lover's delicious snatch, especially when her skin took on the dark flush that
let me know she was close to cumming. It wasn't long before I saw her long dark
hair fly back as her body was wracked by spasm after spasm of delicious orgasm.
Meanwhile I was getting off on Frank's cock and balls. His scrotum had a
delightful male odor, and the whole sac was so-o-o sensitive! While my
saliva-slicked hand stroked his throbbing erection I took first one ball and
then the other inside my mouth, tonguing them, teasing them, pulling gently.
Pretty soon Frank got so hot I had to stop. I was just in time to witness Lena
going off again. As I shifted my legs slightly I could feel the juices squishing
around in my pussy. I was SO hot, and Frank had such a gorgeous cock. I took the
head, then the strong shaft, into my mouth, but it wasn't enough. Lena had
collapsed by Frank's head. I positioned myself over Frank and slowly sheathed
his erect and throbbing member in my tight, hungry cunt.
That must have been just what he wanted, because he shuddered and groaned and
his eyes rolled back in his head. Me, I was in heaven. Frank's cock—it was
rock-hard--felt just perfect, and as he strained against his bonds to thrust
himself deeper inside me I could feel the sweet sensation building toward
another orgasm.
"Do you want to cum, Frank?" I panted, speeding up my tempo.
"Yes!" he grated.
"So bad you can almost taste it?"
"Oh God, please!"
I leaned closer to him, slamming my hips against his pelvis. As I thrust an
eager tongue between his lips I could feel my body begin to shudder.
Suddenly my back arched as I began to cum, another incredibly intense orgasm,
and as I did Frank screamed and began to shoot wads of hot jism into me, bucking
and straining. I have never seen a man come like that, and the wild throbbings
of his cock made my own orgasm go on and on. Finally, spent, I collapsed on top
of him. His arms came around me as Lena loosed his bonds, then she joined us a
moment later. The three of us, intertwined, fell asleep there among the tangled
covers, happy and - for the moment - exhausted.
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