Chapter 7

Tight, I mean tight. I felt like the damn pants were poured on me, painted on me. I didn't think that I was going to be able to breathe. There was hardly any room and that vibrating dildo which was still stuck inside of me, wouldn't stop until the pants were removed.

We all left the apartment and went downstairs to the street. They started their cycles and I jumped on to Judd's bike. I slipped my hands around him and felt the hardness of his rod beneath his trousers. It throbbed under the feel of my hand.

With a blast of smoke and sound we were off. Soon we were cruising down the road out of town. We were in the country. It was still night, a peaceful sort of darkness had descended. There was no moon, it was a proverbial sort of inkiness outside and I felt as if I were riding into a giant mouth of blackness. I had no idea where we were going, but it was obvious that the boys knew, so I didn't worry about a thing.

Then we pulled off the highway and shot down a side road. The next thing I knew, we had stopped.

"Okay, momma. It's time to switch. You ride up front. I'll ride in back." I obeyed unquestioningly. The smooth ride with occasional bumps had kept me at a fever pitch. I was ready for anything and everything!

I mounted, and Judd mounted behind me. He shoved me forward on the seat, forcing my cunt against the horn, which pressed on the dildo.

In leaning forward to take the bars, Judd bent my body which forced my cunt down harder on the saddle horn. It was a delightfully painful position.

"How's that?"

"Fine!"

"Boy! She's something else." I distinctly heard admiration in Mike's voice.

"Well, hang on, baby. Here we go!"

The motor shot forward, leaving the smoothness of the paved lead-off. We were now on a dirt-trail full of potholes, ridges, mounds and dips. The motor flew across them, each one causing the seat to vibrate and give a little.

The results were heaven! The unrhythmic variance of pressures and the sudden jars and jabs of the horn at my crotch began to drive me wild. I moaned out loud.

"That's it, momma. Let it all out. I want you to enjoy this ride like you've never enjoyed another. Let it all out. Let's hear it. Let it go."

I didn't know what I was capable of. I began moaning and groaning, screaming at the top of my lungs. I almost drowned the roar of the two motorcycles. I was begging to have it stop. But I begged just as hard to have it continue. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't know whether it was pain or pleasure that I was experiencing. My whole body was being torn apart by this little ride. Whatever the later consequences might be, I was enjoying it now.

"Yeah, man!" I heard Mike's voice in the distance over the roar of the bikes. "She's really hung up. She's really turned on. That's some cunt you got there, Judd!"

"You are my cunt, aren't you, momma," Judd asked me.

"You're hot, ain't you? Real hot. Lovin' it all, ain't you. Ready for anything, now, right? Ready for a hot fuckin', huh? Hot cock up that snatch? Fillin' it, Fucking it?"

"Yes! Yes! Anything. Anything. Anything at all. Anything-do anything. Give me anything. Anything."

The little road we were on twisted its way through the trees and brush. As we progressed the ruts became worse. The holes were larger. There were many more bumps. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I understood why the fellows feared that their motors would fall apart. Every now and then I could hear the engines race as the drive left the ground and dug back into the soft dirt as it landed again.

With each rut, bump, ridge my debasement became more and more complete. That warm soggy thing up my twat was breaking down all resistance I could possibly claim.

Before my eyes large images of huge monstrous cock formed. Each one was better, bigger, fatter than the last before. I consumed them one after another. I forced each one up my cunt, feeling each individual prick fill me, tear at me. I felt the friction against my tightness as they slid into and worked up inside my twat.

I realized that in addition to the roughness of the ride, I was grinding my hips to increase the pain derived from this ride.

Suddenly, the road smoothed out into a clearing and we skidded to a screeching halt.

Judd and Mike jumped from their bikes. I climbed off as quickly as an internal impediment would allow. I turned to face them, Judd's sharp voice freezing me motionless.

"Strip!"

I hesitated.

Thwack!

"Strip, I said!" I had never heard this particular voice of Judd's before. It wasn't seductive or soft, but commanding and brittle. He was impersonal and domineering. I realized that from the way he'd acted during the group session, he was quite capable of vicious brutality. I should have hit on it before, except that my love and preoccupation with other matters prevented me from noticing.

Turning away, I stripped. I turned back to find the boys already naked and waiting impatiently.

"Now, momma," Judd began, "what is it you want most?"

"Cock!"

"Then come and get it. Take your choice."

I looked from one to the other. Both of their cocks were erect. Both were tantalizing. Judd's looked so huge and masculine. Mike's was grotesque and beckoning.

I headed for Judd.

Thwack!

Mike's broad leather belt hit me. "What's the matter with mine, don't you like this prick any more?"

Saying nothing, I turned in his direction and took a step toward his manhood. My mouth watered at the prospect of what was in store. Thwack!

Judd's belt snapped across my body. "So, you'd rather have that big cock than mine?"

Thwack! This blow felled me to my knees.

Somehow, I knew I should be in pain. But I wasn't. Desire, being stronger than pain, drew me into its whirlpool of sadism, willingly.

I turned back to Judd, still on my knees. As I made my first movement toward him, Mike's belt landed across my back. A ribbon of pain cut into me. It hurt, but I didn't mind.

I took another movement toward Judd.

"You fucking cunt!" Mike's voice was like the first time, cold and distant, hard and cruel. And his belt cut into me again.

"You go after that fucking cock because it's your daddy's, but you really want this one of mine, don't you? Don't you? It's bigger, and you want it, don't you?"

"Answer him!" Judd used his belt to force me to answer.

I looked over to Mike. He stood there, spread feet, brandishing his cock at me. He was taunting and teasing me, daring me to try to approach it.

Thwack! Judd's belt lashed across my back and, this time, I flinched. But the pain only exhilarated me.

I had it figured out, now. Deliberately, I approached Judd.

Thwack! My back felt the belt. This time it was Mike.

"Cunt! You need a good lesson, one you'll never forget!" He cut me again.

"Your daddy can't give it to you, 'cause you like him too much. You only want to please him, the easiest way, but not me! No, siree! Not me!"

Although I knew my back was welted, I felt nothing but a delicious warmth.

"Come here, twat. To hell with what your daddy wants." So, I resigned myself. Mike first.

I approached Mike, and felt Judd's belt.

I persisted and found myself on all fours at his feet, looking up at his mammoth cock. It looked even more grotesque from my angle. It incited me to even greater desire.

I began lapping at his calves, licking them. I switched from one to the other as I gradually worked my way up his legs. Across his thighs I left a trail of slobber behind me.

Judd's voice continued to taunt me. He cursed and praised me, damned and encouraged me. I abandoned myself, at his mixed blessing, and gave in to animal hunger and frustrated passion.

I scraped my tongue over Mike's hairy thighs, licking first the left, then the right, the outsides, then the front, and finally the insides. Slowly, I approached his pendulous balls which hung temptingly above me.

"Filthy cunt! That's what you are, a filthy cunt! You're nothing but a filthy cunt! Fuckin' no-good gutter slut!"

I looked over at Judd as he spoke. He stood there, the belt hanging loosely in one hand, while he worked his prick with the other. Little trails of saliva ran down his chin. His eyes shone in the dark. His glance was more debasing than his words, for I knew what he was thinking.

A tickle of hair commanded my attention. I realized that I was nearing Mike's balls-his hairy, huge, low-hanging nuts.

Quickly, I shot out my tongue and licked at them. As they swung like two great weights deep into his crotch, I nuzzled between his legs after them.

My lips wrapped around one and sucked it into my mouth. I pulled as much of the skin in as well as I could manage.

"That's it, bitch! Suck 'em!" Mike whipped his cock, pulling on the skin, making it more difficult for me.

I tried and tried. But without my hands I couldn't do what I wanted, what he wanted me to do.

I came up on my knees and took one hand and pushed his other ball into my already full mouth. My cheeks puffed out like a squirrel in a walnut grove. There was nothing I could do but to work my tongue around in my mouth. I worked it around the hardness of a testicle, first one, then the other.

"That's it, bitch! Suck 'em nice and easy, though. Suck them good!" He turned to Judd, "Look at this fuckin' skirt, Judd. Look at her! She's got both in her fuckin' mouth as nice as you please. And she-likes it! The fuckin' slut-likes it, don't you, bitch?"

Without waiting for me to answer, he landed his belt down the length of my ass. The tip snapped onto the soft flesh of my ass. It stung, but it brought a pleasure that I couldn't place.

Dropping his nuts, I threw myself on the ground. "More! More! More!" I screamed. "Beat me some more-please?"

I'm not sure what possessed me. I didn't really want to be beaten-yet, I had just invited them to pulverize me.

Both men were over me, flailing the belts across my body. One on each side, they crisscrossed my body alternately. My back, my buttocks, my legs flamed. And I burned. The belts stung and I yelled for more.

My begging incensed both of them. They came to their knees, still flailing me.

Suddenly, I felt a cool warmth beginning to cover me. I realized that Judd was pissing again-all over my back, my shoulders, my ass, and my legs, too.

Mike, not to be outdone, began urinating. His flow helped to cool the fiery heat of my backside.

But they did not stop whipping me. They continued the lashing of my prone body. I could hear my voice screaming senseless words, just sounds that came from me. My two tormentors were urged to spend their energy working their belts over my entire back. I was certain that there wasn't an unmarked spot left.

And I suddenly realized that the dildo was still inside of me. Its vibrations had grown weaker, but it still made itself felt.

My hips began thrashing in the soft grass. I ground down as though it was a staff under me, poking up into my guts.

"Look at her! Look at her grovel! She's nothing but a filthy slut! A filthy fucking slut!"

"Yeah," Judd agreed. "A slut-my fuckin' filthy slut-And all because that's what I want her to be-She knows it, too!-She knows what I want-I want to see her reduced lower than low-filthier than filth-dirtier than dirt!"

Then to me, "Right, momma? That's what you want, ain't it? Huh? You want to make your daddy happy and hot, don't you? You want to make me feel good, don't you, huh?"

I mumbled agreement. To my surprise, I was telling the truth. I guess my mind must have snapped. Funny, how it could go-just like that-and still, I'd be aware of it. Three weeks ago I wouldn't have considered this kind of conduct, no matter what. Now, for some reason, I couldn't get enough. Guilt, maybe?

Anyway, my cunt ached from pleasure. My mouth was dry, parched. My back was sore, stiff and tender. My ass was on fire. My legs were cramped.

Yet I could hear my whimpering voice begging for more. I was begging to be made low. I was begging to satisfy them.

"Suck his prick!" Judd ordered.

I raised myself and engulfed the head of Mike's cock. Judd wasn't satisfied with that. Neither was Mike, who grabbed my hair and violently forced my face deep into his groin. His cock wormed its way into my mouth and down my throat, cutting off my oxygen supply.

I began struggling and wrenching. But this only excited him more. He worked my head in circles while holding it tightly in his crotch. I could hear two voices spewing forth all kinds of obscenities and curses, all of which were directed at me.

Finally, he let me come up for air. I gasped in deep droughts of the night air. But before I could relax, he shoved my head back into his groin.

"Come on, baby. Suck it! Suck it all! Show your daddy how it's done, Show him how you love it, how good it is, show him, show him, suck it!" and slid it in some more.

"Yeah," Judd said. "Suck it for him, momma, make him feel good, make him come, suck it good, all of it, lemme see it all go down your throat, suck him!"

I sucked for all I was worth. Eagerly. Hungrily. Chokingly. Gaggingly. Slobbering. But I sucked. My appetite, insatiable as ever, drove me on.

I had to have his big cock in my mouth. I had to feel it lodged in my throat. Even cutting off my wind, myself, was an enchanting thought.

I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, and slid it in some more.

"Shitballs! Is she some kind of freak? She can't get enough of this fucking dong!

Look at her! It twitched, swelled, and throbbed. With each movement, my desire increased.

Meanwhile, my hands flew over Mike's body. Touching. Feeling. Scratching. Clawing. No part of him within reach escaped. One hand cupped his balls and pulled them forward. Under my chin I tugged at them gently, working them around in the skin with my fingers.

The other hand slid behind his sac into the crevice of his ass. It was smeared with my saliva. I probed and poked.

"Motherfucker!" Mike pulled me deeply into him.

I could feel his reaction with each effort I made. The outer ring puckered and contracted. Then it would relax. As it did so, I would apply pressure, once again pressing it gently until I could feel the tip of my finger slipping into the tight opening. I could feel the ring as it closed about my finger, almost cutting off the circulation. But I persisted. Eventually, I had all of my index finger inside his ass-hole. I twisted and turned it, pushing and pulling, curling and straightening my fingers.

"Shitballs! Is she some kind of freak? She can't get enough of this fucking dong! Look at her, Jud, look at her! She's gobbling it up like it was Christmas dinner! It's just great, I can't stand it, I'm gonna come! I can't hold off, it's coming!"

He ground my face into his pubic hairs. His cock sank its full length down my throat. Only momentarily would he allow me up for air, now. And immediately, he would force me back down. Consequently my gasps sounded more and more like death rattles, so mixed with saliva and pre-come juice they were.

"That's it, momma. That's it! Make my buddy feel good, pop his rocks for him, come on, cunt, suck him and make him know you're there, suck him, eat him out, drain him, let me see him pop, I want to see him break up, suck him, suck him..."

Judd's words added fuel to my abundant store of passion. I renewed my efforts.

"Motherfucker!" Mike pulled me deeply into him.

This was it! I could feel his whole body tense. His muscles grew gigantic and tight. I felt his cock swell and throb. His knees weakened and started to buckle: His ass contracted, gripping on my finger so that I couldn't have pulled it from him even if I had wanted to!

And then, his love drained from him. Huge gushes of it filled my throat. His cock was so far back that I didn't have to swallow. But my throat, by this time was insensitive, so I really can't say for sure. At any rate, I didn't gag or wretch. I sucked and drained, drew and accepted.

Finally, it ended. Mike had drained every bit of his strength into me. He was weak. I could feel his body slowly sinking to the ground. I heard his breathing come in quick gasps-heavy inhalations.

He reached behind him, slowly pulling my hands from his ass. Only when I was completely free of him, did he speak.

"Shit, man! She's a leech! She's killed me, beautifully and I ain't had such a blow job since I can't remember when, and that's the best part, she liked it! She really liked it!"

He was right, of course. I liked it! I loved it!

And I wanted more!

The damn vibrator was dead. There was only the faintest of movements from it, and each time that I moved it did too, but not with its own life. It was jammed up against my cervix and it rubbed every time I moved.

Each time I moved, a new wave of excitement and exhilaration flushed through me.

I was insatiable.

I turned to Judd...

"No, you don't." He moved quickly away from me. "You ain't gonna kill me that way, momma. No! I've got other ideas for you, something you're gonna like!" I had seen just a touch of fear in my love's eyes. Good!

"But, Judd, please, I won't kill you, I war to make you feel good, like Mike, I want to suck your cock again, please."

"I said, I got other ideas for you. I mean it. Let's mount up." Again the little glimmer of fear. I would win, my way!

"Aw, shit, Judd. Lemme rest a minute. I couldn't get up if the world was gonna end in a second. Gimme a chance, buddy."

Hungrily, I reapproached Mike. I lowered my head into his crotch gently. I did not take his cock into my mouth. Instead, I ran my tongue over the length of it. I caressed it lightly. I licked it. I loved it.

Involuntarily, his legs spread and a long sigh of relaxed pleasure escaped from his lips.

Seeing what I was doing, Judd came over to help. He took Mike's feet and raised them into the air, arching and curling his back. This maneuver also raised his ass off the soft turf.

My tongue flicked down and over his balls which hung loosely and limp between his legs. Under them my tongue wandered, wetting him, arousing him, working into every inch of the way as I closed on his ass.

When Judd had pulled him into a bicycle position, with his shoulders supporting Mike's legs, his ass was fully bared to me. The cheeks of his ass spread as his legs were apart, and I was free to probe into his crack.

My slobbering tongue slid the full length of his crack, bringing forth involuntary twitches on each pass. At first, I moved in long passages, then I shortened the movements.

My passes over his ass-hole were more and more frequent now. And I pressed harder with my tongue, letting it slip and slide back and forth across the puckered oval hole.

"Yeah, momma. Make him feel good, do him up right, don't stop, keep at it, lick that ass, lick it good cause I want you to, lick it for your daddy."

That's what I wanted to hear.

I took an ass cheek in each hand and spread them further apart, baring his rectum completely.

I settled my mouth over it. I sucked the little ring of flesh between my lips. At the same time, I pressed against the center of it with my pointed tongue. It sank deeper with each little lunge.

"Oh, man!" Mike was wheezing because of his cramped position. "She's eatin' my ass like a real trooper. Where'd she learn this Judd? Where'd she learn so quick?"

"She learned because I want her to. She knows I want her to please me, and she knows it pleases me to see her making love and making a stud feel good. It does feel good, doesn't it? Huh?"

"Oh, yeah! Does it ever!"

Although their conversation was about me, none of it was directed at me. Nonetheless, it excited me. I dove to a new level of depravity and rose to a new higher level of passion that would be hard to satisfy.

I renewed my efforts. I pulled harder on Mike's ass. I sucked until my lips ached, filling my mouth with his relaxed ass, as at the same time I plunged my tongue into his rectum.

I could feel the softness of his inner canal and the hotness of his entrails.

"Look at that old dong of yours! It ain't hard, but it's leaking like a drippy faucet. Shove it down there so she can have it, Mike. Let her have that juice, go on, man, give it to her."

Mike complied. He reached up and bent his limp cock down between his legs, pulling his balls out of the way to make room.

I could see what Judd meant. A silver thread of ooze clung to it, flowing steadily. It fell from the head to settle on his inner crotch where it began slowly seeping toward his ass, and my mouth.

When it approached close enough, I raised off his ass and quickly slithered my tongue to cover it, tasting its salty sweetness.

But instead of swallowing, I lunged my tongue into the now relaxed ass-all the way-until my tongue could go no further. It ached from the extreme extension, but I didn't care.

"Wow!" was all Mike could say.

"Gettin' to you, Mike? Huh? She's really gettin' to you, huh?"

"Is she ever! like nobody ever!"

I watched the fluid draining steadily from Mike's cock, as it made a little river toward his ass. When it got there, I opened my lips and sucked it into my mouth. The taste of his sex, his excitement, his passion incited me. I moaned. I groaned. I worked his ass feverishly.

"I'm gonna do it again!" As he said this, I saw his cock twitching. The head swelled. The first white glob of come appeared at the slit. There it hesitated, waiting.

It didn't have long to wait. My mouth covered it and sucked the hot flesh into my mouth. I continued sucking as the thick goo slowly emptied onto my tongue.

When I had enough, I rolled my tongue around in it, savoring every bit of flavor it had to offer. When my mouth was full, reluctantly I allowed it to slip down my throat.

After what seemed like hours, Judd released Mike and I moved. Mike just lay there, completely spent. His body heaved from exhaustion.

Hungrily, I reached for Judd.

"You really want it, huh? You really want that cock of mine, don't you? You want your daddy's cock, don't you. Huh?"

I nodded.

"How would you like it, momma, wanna suck it? Or maybe you want it up the ass? Or maybe you just want to beat it off? How do you want it, huh?" Judd was being cruel. But it was up to me to guess how he had decided to let me have it. I took a desperate plunge.

"Up my cunt, please," I begged. "I've gotta have it up my cunt."

"Fine with me," he answered, and I was immensely relieved. "But in that case, we'll have to go for a ride again, you game, momma? You want to go for another ride?"

I didn't say anything. I merely nodded.

"Well, let's get you ready for it, then," he said reaching for my cunt.

At first he stroked the lips teasingly. I couldn't help but respond. My lips twitched. They tightened and closed on his fingers. Each time they did, I could feel the increased pressure on my inner walls caused by the dildo.

Judd continued playing with my cunt. All the while, he watched the expression on my face.

His fingers found my clit and toyed with it. They tweaked it. They bent it. They pressed it. They twirled around it, and twirled it around. No matter what he did to me, I was stimulated by hunger. Full though it was, my cunt was hungry. I wanted something alive in it. It cried for something hot and pulsating. It demanded to be not only filled, but cleansed. I wanted cock. I wanted Judd's cock.

My hips ground against Judd's hand. Pleadingly, it pressed against his fingers. Imploringly, it coaxed and begged for him to slip inside, which he finally did-his fingers though.

Two fingers took hold of the end of the dildo and began pulling gently on it. It started to come out of me. At first my canal contracted, gripping tightly, not wanting to lose it.

With the increased pressure taking it from me, I gradually began to relax and feel it leave me. It left a void, a great emptiness. As the pressure eased, I thought my whole stomach and all my organs were about to fall out.

I looked down. At first I could only see a tiny white stub. But it kept growing. As it did, I felt the emptiness growing within me.

I was tempted to snatch it from his grasp and shove it back into me, but he was my daddy, and he knew what I wanted, because that's what he wanted.

When it was removed, my pussy lips gasped at the sudden vacating. Fluids flowed from me freely. They fell to the ground, making a little puddle between my legs.

"Okay," he said finally, "Let's mount up. Come on, Mike. You're gonna live, let's get with it."

Mike responded by sitting up lazily, stretching and flexing his muscles. The movements excited me. I had to restrain myself from falling down on his crotch and seeing if I couldn't flex another muscle or two.

Quickly and easily, Mike slipped into his clothes. But Judd and I stayed naked.

"Mount up."

Assuming he meant as before, I got onto the bike. Actually, I was hiding a bit of disappointment. I thought Judd was through, and merely taking me and us home. I found out, shortly, how wrong I was.

"No, momma, not that way. How am I going to fuck you if you're backward? Turn around."

Immediately, I knew what he meant. I reversed my position quickly and happily so that I faced the back of the motor.

He mounted in front of me, his hard cock aimed right at my gaping cunt.

"Now, just lean back, momma, and relax. It's going to be all right, just relax."

Cautiously I did so. As I moved I felt the horn pressing into my ass. At the same time, I felt my cunt coming into position for his cock.

When I was fully reclined back across the handle bars, he spoke again.

"Now, here we go."

Without warning the motor shot forward. As it did so, my body lurched and I slid fully onto his cock, sinking in to the hilt. The feeling was excruciating, especially since I had closed my canal and contracted my guts.

But the head of his cock opened up and the heat of his meat relaxed me.

Suddenly we hit the bumps. I knew what kind of a ride he had in mind. I didn't have to do a thing but hang on. Judd did nothing but control the motorcycle over the rough terrain.

"Oh, daddy, it's beautiful. It's killing me. It's wonderful."

"That's it, momma. Just relax and enjoy the ride. It's for both of us."

I began coming almost immediately. Even above the roar of the two motors I could hear his cock slushing and jostling in my cunt. There was no motion from either of us. The rough ride did it all. Because there was no steady rhythm, nothing to become accustomed to, my cunt remained in an almost constant state of contraction. It clung to the slick stick of meat probing into me.

But no matter how hard I clung to his cock, it wasn't possible to hold it still. It continued to poke and jab into me. Sometimes only slightly, sometimes a full lunge would send its full length into me.

"How's that, momma? Better than a dildo up there? Your daddy's cock is always better than that, isn't it? like it up there? like what's happening? Huh?"

I shouted back my passionate acknowledgements and could feel his cock-in spite of the hard ride-throbbing in me. It spewed forth its liquids, slicking the walls of my already slick canal. The erratic rhythm of his penetration must have hastened his coming.

Twice he came in this fashion before we hit the highway. On the other hand, I had been draining almost constantly. And the seat was slick and slimy with our combined love juices.

When we hit the highway, Mike shouted something to Judd that I couldn't understand and sped off into the night, leaving just the two of us.

Judd pulled the motor under a tree. He got up from the seat, pulling free of me. I simply lay there.

"What did you think of that, momma? Was it good? Did it feel good up there after the stretching you had? Did you like it?"

"Oh, yes, daddy," I moaned, still excited, although thoroughly exhausted.

"Well, then, how about cleaning up a little so we can get home and get some sleep?"

I got off the motor and looked in the saddle bags for a cloth. There was nothing inside except our clothes.

"Not with a rag, momma. You don't want to waste all that juice on a rag, do you? How about your tongue? Let me see you clean it all up with your tongue. Lick it up, starting with me. Come on over here and lick me clean."

Eagerly I approached him and fell to my knees. My tongue shot out to bury itself in his matted crotch hairs. I licked and lapped at the stickiness I found there. I savored each taste. Diluting it with my saliva, I licked it from his body.

Going on to his semi-hard cock, I licked that then sucked it into my mouth. At the same time I worked my tongue all over it, collecting every bit of moisture I could find.

Finally I went deep into his crotch. I licked his balls and inner thighs. My tongue worked hurriedly and thoroughly and hungrily, licking up all I could find until he was clean.

"Now, the bike. We can't leave the seat in that condition, can we? Do you want it to be nice and clean? Do you want it to look nice for your daddy, don't you? How about getting to work on it."

Obediently, I went to the bike and bent over the seat. My nostrils were filled with the odor of sex and leather. My head clouded. The aroma of the mixed smells sent my head twirling as I began lapping at the warm leather furiously, gluttonously.

The taste of the leather and the sex was delicious! The feel of the soft padded leather against my tongue was sensual! Although it seemed obscene to be doing such a thing, I couldn't stop myself!

I licked and lapped until there was nothing left. I looked up at Judd, who was standing on the other side of the motor. He was watching while he stroked his cock which had become hard again.

"I've got a little treat for you, momma." He aimed the head of his cock toward the leather seat. I watched as he emptied his cock toward the leather seat. Another thick load of abundant semen, I thought as I marveled at his capacity.

When he seemed to be finished, I first lapped at the tip of his cock to clean it, then returned to the seat.

The liquid was still warm. Because it was thick, I could feel it as my tongue picked it up. I could feel it as I swallowed it. It was salty, delicious! And I was grateful for this "treat." I continued until the seat was completely clean. It glistened in the faint starlight.

When Judd was satisfied that I had done my job well, he took me in his arms and kissed me. We dressed, mounted and headed for home.

We didn't talk much because we were both tired-very tired.

We stripped in silence. Just the sight of his cock made me want to fall to my knees and love him once more. But I thought better of it.

We crawled into bed. Judd lay flat on his back with his legs spread.

I lay next to him on my side. I took hold of his cock, gently, lovingly, tenderly.

"You're really hung up on that meat, ain't you, momma?" He twitched his hips slightly. He wasn't the only one, but I didn't say anything. I had won, after all. Judd and Mike had quit loving. I know I could have gone at least one more round.

"Oh, yes," I moaned, softly, as I nuzzled my nose into his armpit.

There was no further conversation. There was silence.

And sleep claimed both of us, deep, healing sleep.