Page 70 of Mile High With the Bikers
Diesel lets go, and then someone else pulls me off him and turns my head. Another cock slides into my mouth, flavored with—oh my God, if Dad knew how we were handling his expensive whiskey, he'd kill us. It adds a whole special kind of flavor to what has to be Shrapnel's cock, with just a hint of that hard alcohol burn as it slides down my throat. His grip tightens, and he flexes his hips as he pulls me onto him. Definitely Shrapnel. Especially when I hear his groan above me. “I love your mouth. Fuck, I love all of you. You make me so goddamn hard.”
I was clever enough to put my panties on over the garters, so when someone—probably Bull—tugs at them, they slide down my hips easily, at least to my knees. Then I'm pulled to my feet, my panties tugged the rest of the way down, and they turn me around until I have no idea who's where or even whereIam anymore. I'm bent over the soft leather arm of the fancy airplane chair with my breasts resting on the other side, and then a thick cock is pushed into me. Bare. That's the only way we do it now and God, it feels so good. I'm so slick, he glides all the way in with a single thrust that has me crying out.
I think it's Diesel. He always starts slow, with nice long thrusts that have me gasping for more, right before he pushes back in. And that thumb playing with my ass, he loves that. He keeps threatening to fuck me there, but he hasn't yet. I never have, but they have yet to do anything that didn't make me feel amazing, so maybe.
A cock is pushed into my mouth, and then I'm taking them at each end. More whiskey flavor, but this one's so thick that it has to be Bull. Which means it’s Shrapnel who slides his hands under my breasts to tease my nipples. I'm tingling everywhere, my every nerve on high alert as they wait to be set afire.
“Fuck,” Diesel groans and pulls out. I moan, sadly, only for the guys to shift, and then a new cock takes his place, sliding right in with a powerful thrust. Strong hands grab my hips. Shrapnel? Definitely. I'm sure once he starts fucking, his hips smacking against my ass with every roll of his hips. He always likes it a little rougher. A little harder.
I know it’s Diesel who slides into my mouth because I taste myself on him. Sex with them isn’t always messy, and wild, but when we’re in the mood for it, it gets downright dirty.
When they switch again, it’s Bull in my mouth, his hands in my hair, guiding me onto his cock. “You look so fucking sexy when you’re sucking me,” he says in a harsh low growl.
Then they’re gone, and they move me like I'm a doll between them. To the couch? With my arms still tied and the blindfold hiding everything, I just have to trust them to keep me safe. Of course they do. It's what they've been doing since I met them.
“Climb up, careful.” It's Diesel, helping me get on top of one of the others. From the broadness of the shape, it has to be Bull.They position me so that something thick and hard nudges my pussy. Bull must be holding it straight for me, since all I have to do is settle, and his massive thickness slides into me. More and more and more until my ass is on his thighs and I'm so impossibly full. God, it's good. So big. I roll my hips, feeling the thick glide within me.
Hands caress my sides, my breasts, and then I'm pulled forward so one of them can feed me his dick. The way they keep moving me around, guiding me, using me, making me theirs, has my whole body tensing and shivering. I never imagined being restrained and blindfolded would be so hot, but the constant uncertainty of what's going to happen next is a new kind of fun.
Something cool and slippery dribbles over my ass. My eyes go wide behind the blindfold, especially when a finger starts to rub it in. I guess I know where Diesel is. He's using his thumb, I'm pretty sure, massaging gently and, every so often, dipping just inside. Testing, asking me. Shrapnel pulls back so I can answer.
I nod, ready to make the ‘maybe’ a ‘yes’. “Just… gently.” My voice is a hoarse whisper, tense. This is new, but the thought of having all three men in me at once is intoxicating, way more than when they’re dipped in whiskey.
“Just tell me if you need to stop or slow down.” Diesel dips the tip of his thumb inside me, spreading the lube. I try to relax, to let him in. Underneath me, Bull lies still, giving me a chance to adjust and explore the new feelings it brings. The way they're all working together, and that Diesel seems to just 'coincidentally' happen to have lube with him, it's obvious this is at least somewhat planned. I love that they are comfortable enough with all of us to make those kinds of plans. In the end, we all win.
In my end.I snort a giggle before I catch myself.
It's replaced with a moan as Diesel sinks his thumb deeper, carrying more lube with it. It doesn't hurt, not when he's so gentle. Pressure, maybe; naughtiness, definitely. When he hits certain spots, it rubs other spots against Bull up front, and sends sinful shivers through me. Bull's big hands capture my ass cheeks, holding tight while Diesel fucks my ass deeper and deeper with his finger. I wiggle in Bull's grasp, feeling his cock flex at the stimulation.
The thumb pulls out, and suddenly I feel weirdly empty, even with all of Bull inside me. Not empty. Incomplete?
Something much thicker than a finger nudges up against my ass, sliding around in the lube until he gets it just barely caught, begging for entrance. I swallow my nervousness, then nod, just a little one. Like I'm afraid he might notice that I actually said yes.
The pressure increases. I shut my eyes tight, willing myself to relax, to let him in. Bull holds me open, while Shrapnel strokes my hair, unusually gentle for him. The head stretches me right up until it pops inside so suddenly I jump.
“You okay?” Diesel caresses my hips and sides, holding still.
“Yes,” I hiss while I'm adjusting, not just to him, but the two of them inside me at once. Talk about jumping in at the deep end.
Deep end. My whole body tenses around him as I let out a short laugh.
“You sure.”
Oh God. “Please.”
He pours even more lube onto where we're connected, then thrusts. Just little, careful ones at first, but when I start moaningand even pushing back a little, his grip on my hips tightens and his motion lengthens.
He’s so big. So overwhelming. And, as we get into it more and more, soooo good. A whole different set of sensations flood me, ones I didn't even know existed. With him in back and Bull up front, I don't even know exactly where one ends and the other begins, especially when Bull starts rocking inside me too. I press my cheek against his broad chest, feeling his heart hammer against it just as hard as mine is pounding right now.
Faster and harder, two of my three favorite men double fuck me with firm, languid strokes, gliding on a mixture of lube and our own juices. I don't know if I've ever been so horny in my life. It's so over the top, and my body doesn't know what to do with it all. I just know that it loves it, and every time they fill me together, I'm pushed just a little bit closer to exploding between them.
“Can you handle one more?” There's a challenge in Shrapnel's question, his voice rough and lust-darkened. His fingers slip into my hair and his cock touches my lips. I open to let him in. He fills my mouth, and then I'm taking all three of my lovers at once. I've never felt so complete, like we're all just four parts of a whole. I can't imagine things any other way.
They fuck me. My mouth, my pussy, my ass. I wiggle and squeeze them and press myself into them and use my tongue for all it's worth, fucking each other absolutely senseless.
My body can't take it anymore and I start to quiver between them. I'm losing control of my muscles, and when they all contract, Bull and Diesel moan like dirty echoes of the ecstasy I’m feeling inside. Shrapnel thrusts harder, taking charge of my mouth, and when he gets just a little rough, I clench again,creating a chain reaction. We really are one big, dirty, sex machine.
And with that thought, I go over the edge, moaning loudly around Shrapnel as Bull and Diesel speed up, carrying me through my orgasm like a wave carrying a surfer safely to shore. I shudder between them, my insides pulsing with lusty, sinful heat. I come so hard they have to stop fucking me since I'm clenched too tight. My whole body is supersensitive, acutely aware of every spot their fingertips touch me, every individual hair Shrapnel is pulling, every drop of us that trickles down the insides of my thighs, every brush of air that passes over my sex-reddened skin.
