Chapter 6
Larry jogged down the main road, scouting the area for Susan. She had gone for a walk quite a while ago and had since been missing. Alert to the bikers in their midst, Larry set out to find her. Hardly a courageous fellow, he had no desire to tangle with that motley crew. Contrarily, he wanted no harm to befall Susan. His protective instincts awakened, he launched into a sprint, hunting for some telling sign.
As he bounded down the asphalt, he couldn't help reaping pleasure from the workout. Larry was addicted to exercise. He embarked on each session filled with challenge, driven to outperform previously established records. His battery of strenuous drills melted every dispensable layer of fat from his body. He'd grown wiry from the constant muscle-toning discipline.
Larry was conscious of frequently being under female observation. He enjoyed the scrutiny. Part of his tireless drive stemmed from gaining that kind of recognition. He developed a giant ego as a result. His rigorous conditioning bred vanity. For as long as he could remember, women ogled him. He deliberately reduced his pace when approaching female pedestrians, affording them a savoring glimpse. The Solar Shields he donned afforded him a measure of privacy. He smiled broadly at those starving creatures, letting them feast their eyes on him. He mulled over their thirsty expressions before dashing away.
Despite his penchant for flirting, Larry practiced monogamy. Susan never gave him reason to stray. She fulfilled his every need. His pleasure invariably came first. Her attention to his desires remained unrivaled. If he simply wanted his dick sucked, she happily administered a pair of functional lips. If he had a yen for pussy, Susan's legs automatically parted. Susan was the pick of the crop. He couldn't have fared better for a sex partner.
The sight of undraped flesh attracted his eye. Larry instantly slowed. Dark hair fluttered in the wind. At the sound of his stomping feet, the head turned. Heather, the biker chick, turned. Her large, jutting breasts and pink nipples riveted him. Gulping, he scanned the rest of her. The brown ringlets bordering her cunt lips held him hostage. Her slim thighs opened at his lengthening stare.
"Hi," she said, waving him over.
Larry shyly responded to her invitation. He distrusted women of her persuasion. The leather, attitude and the hint of danger made him wary. Heather promoted all those qualities. Common sense told him to kick up his heels and resume his pursuit of Susan. Better judgment froze him in position.
Setting her feet apart, she lured him with her pussy. She toyed with a deviant curl. Her fingers played over the silky wisps. Heather moaned as she touched herself. Lust smoldered from her eyes. Her dark hair, arranged provocatively around her shoulders, tumbled behind her.
He perceived no threat in joining her. His feet, operating of their own accord, delivered him within an arm's span of that succulent creature. His throat dried as he examined her lush curves. Voluptuous women did not generally secure his ardor. Susan attested to that. Heather, however, proved superior. He was inescapably drawn to her stunning figure.
She digested his unswerving gaze. "You want me, don't you?"
He couldn't dispute that fact. Those huge, rounded breasts beckoned for his suck. He imagined running his tongue around those pink nipples until they prodded his circuitous tip. And that cunt-he hadn't had such an exotic variety. The women he'd bedded in the past were demure and reticent. He initiated the session, he led them from one juncture to the next. Fucking Heather would prove a unique experience.
Larry hesitated. He could acknowledge the erotic possibilities of such an escapade, yet was no fool. He would not allow himself to be led into an ambush. He surveyed the area, wondering if her fellow bikers prepared to subdue him. None of them, however, appeared waiting in the wings. The surrounding foliage fluttered in the breeze, betraying no encroachers.
"They're not here," Heather said, as though reading his mind. "I left them at the lake."
"You ought to get back to them."
Her lips curved. "Why? Am I not safe here with you?"
"They might worry."
She shook her head. "We look after ourselves. We always have, Larry."
"How do you know my name?"
"We eavesdropped on your conversations. Each name was uttered during the course of your meal." She laughed gleefully at his discomfiture. "Don't let it bother you. You've watched us, too. We took no offense. We appreciate a captive audience."
Her candor left him speechless. Larry had never encountered a more direct, outspoken girl. He recalled when the roaring motorcycle engines summoned them, and he saw her with the other girl's thighs draped about her face. They apparently licked each other to orgasm. Two women engaged in the forbidden intrigued him. He found himself wishing he had encountered them before everyone congregated.
"None of us mean you harm," she said. "Please believe that."
"I think we had better stick with our own crowd."
Her eyebrow shot up. "Are you afraid of me?"
"Afraid?" Ignoring her bare tits, he restricted himself to her bewitching expression. "Should I be?"
Larry realized after a moment, she had him trapped. Heather trailed a finger over his abdomen's vivid network, moving south. She exhibited a feathery style. Her delicacy spawned an emphatic shiver. His stomach muscles quivered as she traced exquisite patterns, precipitating a base urge. "Only if it enhances your pleasure, Larry. You'll learn that our mission is to supply it."
"Don't-"
She arched a brow. "You want me to stop? Don't you like being fondled."
"My girlfriend might see."
"What's wrong with that? You like to watch, don't you?
Sure, you do. It's normal. Everybody wants to spy on his neighbor. I expect your girlfriend is no exception to that rule."
Heather stroked the outline of his cock, which fit tightly inside his jogging shorts. Larry began to swell. He typically did not let other women touch his dick, but Heather's mesmerizing voice lured him into submission. Blood poured relentlessly into his organ, enlarging it. He rocked on his heels, unable to move. That entire region vigorously tingled.
"Yeah," she whispered, "you want it. I can tell." Her fingers whirled over his crotch, stirring every cell. "Let's see how much."
His cock inched across his front, assuming its awesome proportions. Larry balled his fists, powerless to stop its growth. His self-control failed him. Those ticklish patterns canceled his sense of fidelity. He could not protest the charge she supplied.
"That's it," she softly cheered. "I want to see the best part of you. Show me how big it gets."
Heather effortlessly brought him to full extension. She caressed his stiff cock. Ten inches bulged through its tight front. "My God, you're a giant. Look what you've sprouted. Ohhhh. That thing's a monster. Your girlfriend is quite lucky to have that at her disposal." Her nail skimmed its pulsing size. "Such a shame to waste it."
Larry, unable to argue with her logic, trembled.
"I know what you badly need, Larry-and I'm going to give it." She yanked his briefs down until his bulbous head popped free. His cum slit emitted a gooey pearl. She let out a whistle. "Just gazing at it gives me an appetite."
Larry clenched his teeth, then gripped her shoulders. Heather went down on her knees. Her face drifted toward him. Her hot breath fanned over his exposed privates. He exhaled sharply, contemplating the snare of her lips.
She lowered her tongue to his bloated crown. "Last chance. Want me to stop?"
"No," he gasped.
She regarded the enormous cock he extended. "It certainly looks that way." Heather orally encompassed that raging section. "Mmmmm."
"Oh, Christ." Larry's head lolled back as her satin lips enveloped his bulb. His cock lengthened at her doting lashes. Largely distended, her suctioning fervor aggravated him. Heather's velvet suck sabotaged his efforts to desert those saliva-rich lips. He had no choice but to yield to their embrace. "You vixen. You had to take it. Ahhhh. Oh, God." It vanished in her mouth. He threw his head back upon enduring the swirl of her tongue. Ferocious suction followed. He groaned from her assault.
Heather filled her mouth with him, then eased the surplus into her throat. Her lips milked his shaft while her tongue lashed him into oblivion. She paced his pleasure to an assortment of licks and strokes Larry ostensibly fancied. His handsome features twisted when her suck increased.
"Jesus." Larry stuffed himself into her face. Heather arrested his libido. Her bottom lip slithered up and down of the large vein of his cock. Her tongue was furiously serpentine. She traveled all over him, stirring him into a frenzy. He wrenched himself free for a moment, then drove back into that hot vacuum. Her spittle made his skin shine. His exhalations came short and fast. He could no longer object to her hunger. He relished its turmoil. "Ahhhh. Swallow me. Suck that dick."
Heather drew strongly on Larry. Her tongue left him unhinged. She bore down on him, fastening herself to that bone-like mass and pumping him with determination. He throbbed between her lips.
She swept to his sac and caressed him. His balls contained the substance to which she aspired. She thumbed them while slobbering him. Hair prickled her nudging digit. She petted his thighs, gladdened by their abundant sinew.
She lapped his pouch until it trickled. She detected the dash of another woman's saliva. His girlfriend unquestionably had serviced him earlier. Apparently Larry was fond of blow jobs. She gathered that much.
Larry closed his eyes and emptied his mind of all distraction. His temple broke into a sweat. That hot, wet clasp belonged to a stranger-not Susan. He slammed himself into that slick enclosure, hearing his balls slap her chin. Heather's muffled cry followed. He was deaf to it. Rearing back, he removed all but the saliva-soaked head in her mouth, then thrust himself into her throat. He clenched his fists, then seized Heather's head. His fingers branched across her skull. He rammed his thing into her. Heather cheerfully swallowed him. His dick burned as her warmth encased him.
"Suck it," he growled, pounding against those manipulating lips. "Suck it."
Heather's hands streamed over his buttocks. Larry's urgency excited her. She loved the animal inside him. Enthusiastically, she devoured him. Although jammed with cock, she downed him with ease. She crooned while smoothing the backs of his thighs.
Larry studied the flow of those lips as they changed direction. When Heather's cheeks kissed his pubes, he noted the intensity of her stare. She peered at him, unblinking. She concentrated on the vein that ran his length, worming about. Sluggishly, he pumped her face. His heart beat quickened at the sight of himself protruding from those soft, pouting lips.
She was a portrait of ecstasy.
Unbeknownst to Larry, they were being scrutinized.
Wendy panted at Larry's bare buns gyrating in front of Heather. Her intermission from Gerry and Alex couldn't have coincided at a more opportune time. She and Heather had glimpsed that desirable man from the bushes. Both discussed a possible interlude with him. The obstacle of the girlfriend posed a perplexing issue. Neither of them was certain how to hook him.
Heather plainly found a way.
Larry's jogging shorts were yanked well below his crack. The impetuous thrust to Heather's stationed head left little to the imagination. Her friend, kneeling at that stud's feet, leaned forward to take her frenzied nourishment. Larry arched back and fed himself to those voracious lips.
Wendy grew flush as Larry's blow job progressed. Still sore from Alex, she was averse to more cock. She could still feel where his cock had been. Her pussy nonetheless tightened as she observed Larry's limber buttocks. His gasping incoherence delighted her. Heather's lips widened as he leaned forward. Her friend captured his hard dick. His consequent gasp erased any doubt concerning his positive enjoyment.
The longer she glimpsed them, the faster her reluctance waned. Wendy had no reservations about entering their cozy circle. She and Heather exchanged partners at will. Swapping men was usually well-received on both sides. The thrill of new faces, textures and sounds added to the fun.
Wendy's hand grazed Larry's ass. He instantly halted.
"Please, as you were," she murmured. "Don't let me interrupt. I'm just passing through."
Heather's mouth slipped off of him. "Did you come to help or are you going to sit on your ass and watch?"
Wendy scrupulously inspected Larry. His dick stretched magnificently from his lean body. "I haven't decided. How does he taste?"
Heather was like a cat with a dish of cream. "Heavenly. Would you care to try him?"
"Perhaps."
Their casual attitude toward sharing him startled Larry. He wasn't comfortable about being joint property. The prospect of two women working on him, however, was the epitome of male fantasy. Who wouldn't mind having two women at his disposal? He was certainly man enough to handle that horny pair.
He checked out Wendy's body. She was definitely sexy. Her tits were big, her ass nice. Her blonde looks complemented Heather's brunette appeal.
Heather coaxed Wendy into kneeling. She offered Larry without hesitation. "Go ahead. Blow him. We'll take turns deep-throating him." To Larry, she added, "It's been a while since we've had something this exceptional on which to practice."
Wendy let out her tongue and slurped Larry. He gasped at her delicate flicker. She cleaned Heather's bubbly remnants from his cock. Larry's masculine flavor carried through. She revolved around his bulbous head. He closed his eyes and threw back his head. His features tensed. After a moment, he let out a prolonged gasp.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered.
Heather snaked a hand between her legs. Ohhhh. Her finger instantly located her clit. She stroked herself while viewing Larry. His jaw dropped. Muddled words were interspersed with feverish instruction. He dragged his slick cock back and forth, sawing through Wendy's open mouth. She completely took him without incident.
"Suck his dick," Heather breathlessly ordered. "Take him into your throat. Swallow him. Handle his large cock." She pressed her love button, then shivered. Larry's enormous hands cupped the back of Wendy's head and brought her flush to his pummeling groin. Wendy had entirely consumed him. Heather jiggled herself, gyrating her hips. "Milk his cock. Suck him until he explodes in your mouth. I want you to drink his cum. Do it, Wendy. Doit."
Warm juice seeped from Heather's cunt. She trickled onto her rotating digit. Watching Larry receive those frantic lips excited her. A moment earlier, he had buried his pulsing cock in her cheeks. She had smothered that throbbing mass with her lips and tongue. She had drowned his rigid member in her pool of saliva.
"Mmmmm," Wendy moaned while Larry stuffed her face. Her tits pelted his thighs as she gobbled him. His enormousness silenced her. He went down her throat, then came up. He shivered against her sucking lips.
Heather jiggled at her clit. Her massage intensified. Her eyes were fixed on Larry's flexing buns. Wendy's hands floated over them, squeezing and pinching his ass while he hammered away at her mouth.
"Keep using your tongue," Larry gasped, pressing himself to her expression. Her cheeks abutted his balls. "Lick me all over. Oh, yeah. like that."
Heather tapped her shoulder. "I want it back. You've sucked him long enough."
Wendy, dazed, eased him from her throat. Her lips released that big dick. She seemed sorry to surrender it. Larry swung it over to Heather. He dripped with foamy spit.
Heather smiled. "We'll trade him. First my mouth, then yours."
Larry watched as Heather surrounded his cock with her hands, then gave him a lingering slurp. Christ. Those exhausting jolts had bombarded his system. He wasn't sure he could survive another bout with that snake-like tip. It was difficult getting transferred from one mouth to the other while keeping his wits intact. Before he could recover from one cycle of licks, he received more from a fresh perspective. To his delight, she varied her style. She was wonderfully unpredictable.
Heather's lips slithered over his cockhead. She immediately encompassed his rim. Her hot drool replaced the coating dispensed by Wendy. Up and down those lips rubbed, making him rock-solid. She took him in varying increments, employing a roving tip.
Wendy caressed his thighs during Heather's suck. She skimmed his pronounced sinew, then traveled to his muscular calves.
Larry's chest expanded and contracted in relation to the mouthfuls Heather took of him. He watched those lips on his cock, nibbling him in sections, until it disappeared. She lavished him with spittle, running her tongue from one side to the other, then circled the head.
Heather's pupils studied him while she filled herself with his shaft. She conveyed mischief and enjoyment as she pulled him into a tight suck. A flash of tongue was seen, then felt as it cycled about his head. He withheld a groan as she swathed his skin with tingling saliva.
Larry quivered from her intake. "Whew. That feels so good."
Heather moaned dreamily while she crammed more of Larry between her lips. His cock throbbed against her swirling tongue. She massaged the bottom portion of his shaft while swooping over the heavy bulb. A strong, eager suck was applied on the downstroke of her head. She lightly whipped that solid mass before soaring to the top.
"He loves that," Wendy remarked. "Look how stiff you made it."
"Mmmmm," Heather slobbered him.
Wendy squeezed Larry's ass while he was inside Heather's mouth. "Oh, yeah, baby. It feels so good, you don't want it to stop."
Larry concurred. Those lips were truly talented. They knew when to drop and twist, then climb to the crest. They exercised irrefutable skill. Ahhhh. The feeling was spectacular.
Wendy's yearning to taste him again propelled her to his balls. He gasped as she lapped his tender flesh. His sac received a frothy layer.
Larry struggled to replenish the oxygen in his lungs. He endured their vigorous slurps. Two tongues exceeded anything he previously enjoyed. "That's beautiful. Ahhhh. Keep me wet, girls." Leaning forward, his cock settled into her face. Wendy took immense joy in wolfing him. Her lips rippled over the taut skin and veins, followed by streaming saliva. She clasped his inner thighs, savoring their firmness, then fashioned her hands around his balls. Wendy, unwilling to be displaced, continued to tongue his pouch. His erect cock stood higher, now that she angled it. Her lips , completed their sloppy descent. Grabbing his broad base, she took him in a hungry growl.
"Uhhhh," Larry hoarsely groaned. The rush was mind-blowing.
Heather dislodged herself from his root. His juicy dick popped out of her mouth. "That almost got him off. I could feel it."
"Don't be a hog," Wendy complained. "You always want to suck them to climax."
Heather stroked his ass while addressing Wendy. "You're certain to receive a mouthful of jism now. He's at the brink. It won't take much."
Wendy admired his far-reaching shaft. "Yeah. I want to make it explode."
Although their alternate sucks dazed him, Larry relished their gluttonous behavior. He understood their appetite for his big dick. Its size warranted their attention.
He cupped the top of Wendy's head. "All right. If you're planning to do that, get started. Don't neglect it. Open up. I want to stay moist."
Wendy licked the head, then slashed his length with bubbly spit. "Do you like that?"
Her slurp disarmed him. Larry's features tensed. "I love everything you girls have done."
Wendy inhaled his whole cock after receiving a few insistent taps of his fingers. She sucked strongly, feeling him shift on his heels at the pressure of her lips. His pulsations drove her mad. She distributed bubbly warmth by weaving her enclosing mouth up and down his shaft. Her clasp was tight and satisfying.
"Wow. She really went for it," Heather declared. "Look at her suck."
"Jesus," Larry gasped, his head veering back. His eyes glazed over. Those sensations were widespread, roaring through his system. Wendy had oral satisfaction down cold. The pattern she yielded drove him wild. "Oh, yeah, baby. Swallow me. Eat it. Take me down your throat. Let me fill your face with cock."
Wendy's lips came down on him, tenderly gnashing his dick. Ravenously, she snapped him up, encouraging the palpitations he developed. Drooling over his cock, she lashed its sides. She administered a whirlpool of ecstasy to the rotund head.
"You've had him long enough," Heather prompted. "I want to suck him for a while."
Detaching her mouth, Wendy began lapping his balls once again. That bag of flesh obtained its hot application. She stroked him thoroughly, driven by his guttural response. Larry's tremors related his blissful agony. She redoubled her lapping efforts over sections where his shaking was most prevalent.
Heather secured her lips to him. Advancing upon her at a slope, Larry fucked that slick ring. He anchored his balls to that trembling mouth, then gradually withdrew. A flurry of stars twinkled around him. Christ, it felt so good to dip into that sweet vortex.
The girls fell in stride with Larry's euphoria.
"Lick my balls, Wendy. Yeah. That feels excellent. Wiggle your tongue all over them. Get them wet. Oh, yeah. Rub your mouth up and down them. Jesus. Oh, baby, I really love that." To Heather, he instructed, "Wrap your lips as tightly as possible. Suck me hard. Up and down, like that. Whew. You sure love cock, don't you? Your lips keep telling me over and over again."
Heather's lips carefully stroked him. Wendy lashed his balls with tingling spit. The lure of orgasm compelled him. The culmination of those licks and sucks made the cum boil inside him.
"I'm going to cum," he said, tearing away from them. Both Heather and Wendy poised themselves for a shower. Grabbing his cock, he jerked it in their faces. Their saliva greased his fist. His dick slipped through his shaking clench. "I'm going to cum. Oh, yeah."
"Do it," Wendy panted, jiggling herself. Her fingers circled her clit. "Jizz on us."
"Yeah," Heather coaxed, shivering. She lifted her tits in offering. "Sprinkle it all over us."
Perspiration dribbled from his brow. Larry centered upon them while manipulating himself. Nipples, dripping with sweat, possessed him. The fingers revolving around Wendy's love button agitated him another notch. Their delirious expressions were largely responsible for unleashing the madness in his loins.
"Yeah," he howled, shooting. His dick jerked in his fist while he spurted. His ejaculate landed on their cheeks, chins and nipples. The girls squealed for more. Larry hoarsely supplied them a series of copious squirts. "Arghh. Arghh. Ughhh."
"Ohhhh," Heather sobbed, mixing his cum into the pink borders of her nipples. His spent jism sizzled on her skin. "Oh, yeah, baby. Give us all you have."
Wendy spread an ample amount over her clit. His hot goo made her clit tingle. "Ohhhh."
Larry slumped against the tree, wiping his temple. He fought to reclaim his senses. During that moment, he noticed Susan several feet away, staring at him. Her dark eyes flashed at him, her lips parting. Her sudden presence immediately sobered him. Though enfeebled by orgasm, he yanked up his shorts.
"Where do you think you 're going?" Heather asked.
"You can't leave now," Wendy chimed. "The fun has just started."
Larry glanced in the area he had spotted Susan. He saw no sign of her. He sighed. Was it an illusion-a stab of conscience, reprimanding him for his infraction? He had no way of knowing for sure.
Wendy dragged down his shorts. His cock swung through the air, partially hard. "You're going to fuck both of us, baby."
"I can't," he muttered, scanning the premises. Susan remained invisible.
"Oh, yes, you will," Heather teased. "We're going to make you stiff again so you can get in our pussies."
"Don't you want that, baby?" Wendy asked, massaging him. "You can switch at will. First my cunt, then Heather's."
Heather licked his cockhead. The last drop of his excitement dissolved on her tongue. "Are you man enough to make us cum? Hmmm? Have you ever done two women at the same time?"
Larry blinked. Susan must have been a hallucination. The bushes did not sway where he originally ascertained her presence. Gradually he relaxed. Wendy's relentless grip on him caused his dick to stretch. "I've always enjoyed a good challenge."
Wendy tugged on him. "We're going to give you plenty of them in the next few hours.. . . "