0 comments/ 14911 views/ 0 favorites Motorcycle By: Mystral Lovers. The blank page before me, I find that I stare at the words, my fingers hesitant to write, tenuously striking the keys I am so familiar with. Words that I have used and utilized, manipulated and magnified until they expand to fit my definition, words I have always thought I knew. But now, now…now I realize I know nothing of words like lovers. It is a word that is foreign to me, unsought, unexplored, its meaning unbidden. The definition of lovers was, to me, simple: two people who meet for a short time to share the pleasures that sexual exploration and release can offer. A neat definition, tidy, requiring no real thought beyond the repertoire of the imagination. It was lick and stroke, glide and moan, technique and orgasm. Not artificial or manipulative, never that—the human body is too sensual to allow for such clinicality. But as I read your last email, the wildness of streaking across the night sky on your bike, of fear and chase, adrenaline and the surreal, I feel myself ripen, like a summer peach still on the stem, still close to the emotional home that holds me tightly. Like that voluptuous globe of fruit, I feel my breasts press against the fabric of my bra, feel my belly glow with a sense of connecting to something more vast than anything I’ve known. It is not the risk that makes my sex thrill, but the state of being suspended in space, between the sacred and the profane. Rushing forward into the night, my arms clasped tightly around your waist, I am acutely aware of the animal scent that permeates you as I rest my face against your shoulder. Time stops, hangs like a thought unspoken, and all there is at this moment is the machine you guide like a madman, the total sense of you, my fate held in the wildness of speed as you urge forward, the night silent except for the roar of the engine. Scenery, meant to be relished, lived in, flies by as if we were in space. Round the corner and into the headlights of an oncoming car, my mouth already filled with the taste of adrenaline, with no time to fully react. Sure that we’re going to collide, my heart stops mid-beat and I press my face into you closer, certain that I may not get the chance to ever feel anything again…the events of my life play before me in those seconds, things done and left undone, things I would change, people I have loved….no sadness, merely the urgency of seeing everything that created who I am now parading before me, only those headlights illuminating the second between life and death, only the smell of the leather you wear and my body pressing closer to you. I wait, almost calm, unable to do nothing but mold myself against you… And then you rush forward even faster, as if your heels were digging into a powerful steed, pounding past the headlights, past death, past an eternity spent in the orange glow of lights. Into cool darkness again, raging forward. As you stop, my body is not my own, and I vault off the bike in fight-or-flight response, tearing the helmet from my head, gasping the cool night air. My only thought is to get away from you, as far from this madman as I can, images of the headlights still burned into my retinas. My heart pounding so hard that I can taste it’s pulse, beating like percussion in my head. I feel simultaneously gloriously grateful that I am still alive as I move away from you with a speed that astounds me. The forest I can see on either side of me, silhouetted against the night-sky, strong and sturdy, living, silent…. The irony of this solidity and stillness brings my senses round to what I’ve just experienced. My vision in the next split-second releases usually tightly reined temper, a dull red haze like a veil over my vision. The forest seems to whisper that I might never have felt another moment, might never have breathed again, never felt the touch of a warm body next to mine, never heard music or held a paint-brush in my fingers, the smell of watercolors permeating my nostrils… My rage in seconds surges at the fragility of life and the man who nearly tore mine from my grasp. Whirling round to face you, expecting to see you striding towards me, to comfort me, only to see you still sitting astride the bike, grinning at me like a wild man in the dark. My rage spills out and engulfs me in a way that exhilarates me. Flying at you with epithets, my only thought is to beat you senseless, feel my fists against your solid flesh. Still reacting to the rush of life that pours back into my body, I expect to feel my hands striking you, finishing the blow that will tell you more than words how I hate you wildly, exact revenge for almost killing us, nearly wiping out a lifetime that had lead us to each other only to end in a violent shudder. With dumb confusion, you gripping my hands tightly, painfully, I struggle instinctively to free them. My rage grows at being held, flinching and trying to wrest away from you, but you hold tight. Suddenly I am aware that the only thing between you and my fury is your own intense strength, the essence of man and woman, my wrists still gripped viselike in your powerful hands. The line is drawn in the sand somewhere in this blackened night. From outside the red haze that circles my awareness, I hear you laugh, throaty, powerful, and exhilarated, wild. I sense your animal within, your sight glazed over with the intense thrill of being mortal, of having cheated death once again. And now you must claim me, I can sense with a woman’s intuition, born of centuries of necessity. Pulling me hard toward you, meeting my infuriated resistance, your mouth covers mine, gripping my wrists tightly as I struggle angrily to break free, determined to deny you what I know you want. The scent of leather, fear, and heat permeates my senses, your hands at my wrists like taut ropes, your lips hard and demanding. I will not give this to you, not willingly, and even as I begin to thrill at the feel of your mouth, my anger rises like steam to mingle with a primality that engulfs, overcoming my breeding and social graces. Your lips are as hard as your hands, pinning them behind my back to pull me so close to you that I can hear your pounding heart, leaving my mouth to move swiftly down to my neck, breathing hard. Finding the side of my neck, you kiss hard and long, sucking at my skin as if I were ripened fruit. Leaning as if to kiss your neck in kind, I bite—hard—enjoying your yelp. Startled, you relax your grip, allowing me to break free, green eyes full of rage and the beginnings of answered desire. Something more elemental than the steel you sit on rises inside me like a coiled spring, flashing dangerously, hovering then settling in, the urge to run, the wild desire to mate, no, to fuck, hard and with fury. Twisting away from you, I run, kicking my shoes off for speed, towards the forest, the cool stolidness of bark and leaf, of wild things that howl. Behind me I can hear you crashing through the grasses, fleet-footed, breathing hard, and I sprint for the trees. Just as I reach them, I feel your hands hard upon my waist as you shoot just before me, slamming into your body before I can yank myself hard to the side. Almost falling, you catch me, holding fast and pulling me back to you as you do. Looking at you as if assessing an opponent, my eyes glittering as yours are, skin hot, hands viselike bodies pressed as if molded to each other, hearing something move in the night, something unnamed and unseen, rustling above us. You clamp your mouth down on mine again and I again bite you, bringing a trace of coppery blood to both of our mouths, feeling you chuckle and bite my lip just as hard, enraging me further. Fully in control, you pad slowly, stealthily, taking me with you, until my back is at the trunk of a tall fir. Those strong hands of yours move to either side of my face, holding me still, body pressed hard against me, so close I can feel your pounding heart, smell the leather you wear. Again your mouth finds mine, tongue slipping just far enough into my mouth that I can still taste blood. My tongue searches your lower lip, finding the small nick I made when I bit you; sucking it into my mouth, hearing you groan, feel your chest against my breasts, my nipples hardening, your cock throbbing and straining, hard and ready for me. My hands push against your chest, still struggling to break free, determined to get into the forest, past the headlight of your bike still glaring into the blackness, yet knowing that you are stronger than I am, freshening my anger. My efforts to break free only excite you more, rubbing against you, twisting, thrashing in anger and something wilder than the need to get away rising inside me. In dull awareness, I can feel myself grow hot, wet, and aching, even as I want nothing more than to run. My mouth finds yours this time, my hands sliding down to your waist, sliding around to grasp your hips, grinding against you, leaning into your urgent groan. Without hesitation, your hands slide down to grasp my t-shirt, pulling it up in one movement, leaving my arms pinioned above my head, and moving down to suck one nipple while you twist the other one, rolling it in your fingers as your tongue does the other one. My knee moves between your legs, which part easily, and I can hear from somewhere outside myself my own long and ragged groan as my knee finds your balls, rubbing back and forth slowly. Reaching up again to kiss me, our tongues clashing, dancing in a bruising rhythm that matches our hips, panting, straining to claim hold of each other’s bodies, silence the questions once and for all. My hands reaching, snaking down to push against your cock, moving my hand between our hips, rubbing it back and forth against your belly, then sliding up to smoothly take off the jacket you wear, back down to shimmer up the inside of your shirt, feeling skin and muscle, sinew and heartbeat beneath my fingers, the palms of my hands flat and smooth, reaching round your waist again to pull your hips into me, my mouth leaving yours to gasp and how hard you are, how wild I feel, how the look in your eyes makes me both melt and afraid at the same time. I peel off your shirt, then you yank down my shorts to fall restlessly as I undo your jeans with numb fingers, pushing them down where the lay, my own feet stepping out of my shorts to free my legs. Mouths again claim each other, demanding and unyielding, hot and untamed. With a suddenness and roughness that leaves me gasping you pull one of my legs up around your waist, feeling my lips with your other hand, finding me drenched, achingly tight, fingers thrusting deep into me with abandon, your mouth again at my throat as I groan instinctively, almost a howl as you thrust faster and faster, my knees getting weak. I can feel the hard and porous bark at my back, feel small things crawling near my skin, hear an owl somewhere, the scurrying of tiny feet in pursuit of food, and larger things rustling, feather and fur, and feel only your mouth, only the moon, know only that we’re part of the night, your fingers inside me, breathing in gasps and groans. My hand grasps your hardened cock again and begins to stroke, your groan echoing against my throat, reaching all the way through me and I moan back in a guttural answer to your call, hardness and wetness, straining to be one. Tightening my leg’s grip around your waist, I feel you guide yourself out of my hands and into my pussy, hard, now, one smooth movement, driving your cock inside me, burying yourself to the hilt. I can feel you slide inside, my ridged walls and g-spot, smooth and taut muscles gripping you like a wild thing. As one, we both throw back our heads and groan loudly straining forward, spines arching back to allow the immense pleasure to slide upward, fused, hips thrusting forward. Thrusting back and forth, driving yourself further into me, my leg tightening, holding it closer to your waist with on hand, my other around your neck, now, for support. And on and on we thrust into the night, slamming with increasing urgency, straining forward, then sliding back, pounding into each other faster and faster, breathing harsh and ragged. I know you. I know your body, the wildness that surrounds you. I intimately know that you’re close to cumming, to release. And I know that you know me as well as I know you. You too, can feel the rising tide that matches the red of fury, the red haze of ecstasy and approaching rush of my orgasm. Thrusting even harder, even faster, knowing we’re both close, juices running down our legs, driving into each other so hard I can barely breathe, the waves beginning, now, beginning to crash down on us, through us, in us, just you and I in the eternal dance of man and woman. As we lose ourselves in the immensity of merging orgasm, so entwined that I can feel yours and you become part of mine, I suddenly have a split second of clarity. This, I know is the true moment between life and death. And this, you understand, is the feeling you seek when you risk it all, knowing that you hang suspended between orgasm and the return to earth. Clinging to each other, like castaways in a huge ocean, we gasp, and struggle to breathe normally, hearts pounding, bodies bruised. Fierce kisses become tender, hands stroking softly now, pushing my hair away from my eyes and gliding over satiated flesh. Eyes softly, mouths becoming soft, flesh pliant, sheen of perspiration chilling us. Many small kisses and caresses as we help each other into clothes, walking slowly arms entwined around waists, stopping for more kisses as we almost limp back to your bike, which waits like a silent animal, ready to leap us back to the human’s world. Before putting on our helmets, you turn your head back for a solid kiss, and I lean forward against your back to meet your mouth. Let’s go soak these hard-worked bodies, you whisper, and then we roar again into the night, leaving an imprint in time where we’ve been. Motorcycle Frank was just finished polishing the chrome of his new motorcycle when a young woman walked up his driveway, right up to him. He recognized slim, brunette girl from several houses down the street. He blushed as he realized she was wearing only a tight white sundress, a rather short one at that, and very obviously nothing else. She was even walking barefoot. Frank felt a flutter of nervousness. The young woman had a certain poise and expression that showed a complete confidence in what she was doing. Almost like a cat about to pounce on a mouse. "Nice bike," she said, in a slightly sultry voice, exactly the sort of voice that Frank found incredibly alluring. She stood, on hand on her hip, which she cocked slightly to the side. The girl had modest curves, but they were impossible not to scope out, just from the way she held herself. She knew exactly who was in charge here. Frank stood, dusting off his jeans. In his mid-thirties, tall, and already sporting a tinge of grey at the temples, he felt like he was addressing a little girl. How old was she again? Just a few years ago, he'd sometimes seen her taking the bus to school. Seventeen? Sixteen? "Nineteen, as of last month," said the girl. She glanced over the bike once more, bringing a hand to her chin as she appraised it. Nineteen? Oh. Oh shit. No wonder she held herself with such confidence. And no wonder she'd already guessed what he was thinking. A newly awakened Sex Mage. What was she up to? "Not so new," she said, still looking at the bike. "I've had my powers for several months now. An early bloomer. You know what that means?" Frank felt a small pang of unease grip him. Early bloomers. Not only were they more powerful than the average woman, it meant that by now, this girl was well practiced in her abilities. Frank glanced around the neighborhood. No one was out and about, and his wife was at her mother's condo for the next couple weeks, so she wasn't going to be of any help here. "I'm Selina, by the way," said the girl. She reached out and ran her hand over the seat of the motorcycle. Frank jumped slightly as, at the same time, he felt a soft stroke of fingertips lightly trace the length of his penis. Looking at the hot young thing, he was already a hair's breadth from getting and erection, and that little phantom touch was all it took to get the blood pumping. He started growing hard. "Did you want something?" Frank said, trying to will down his erection. She looked at him, making a point to glance at his crotch. Her doing so just made his cock grow harder. Frank had no idea if it was a natural reaction, or if she was using magic to coax his dick. "No magic," she said, clearly reading his mind. "You're just a pervert, like all men." Frank, still standing next to the bike, moved a bit so the bike was between the two of them, the handlebars partially blocking his crotch. He knew that would do absolutely nothing to protect his cock, or his dignity, from her, but it was something. "So, what did—" "I'm taking this bike," she cut him off, with a tone of finality. Frank's eyes widened. "Wait, what? You can't do that!" "I can and I will," she said. She settled her hand on the seat again, tracing her fingers back and forth. Frank felt the phantom fingertips return, tracing up and down his length. His penis wasted no time going fully erect at the feeling. "I've put a Voodoo Cock spell on your seat here. Anyone who sits on it, you're going to feel the sensation of them sitting on your cock, feel the vibration of the engine running through your organ." She smirked. "Trust me, you're not going to want to try driving it yourself. You'll probably get distracted and end up in an accident." Frank stared at her. "What—why—why would you do that?! I just got this bike! I haven't even had the chance to take it for a spin yet!" "Here's the deal," she said. "You let me borrow this thing for a few days. When I drive it, I'll be sure to sit on it with my bare pussy." She lifted he bottom of her sundress for just a moment, revealing she indeed wore nothing else. The flash of a young, bare pussy made Frank's cock surge. Her constant light stroking of the seat, and thus his cock, was now a bit more intense, and his organ flexed in his pants. Selina continued. "When I'm done, I'll return the vehicle, and I'll remove the spell from the seat. If, however, you refuse to let me use the bike, then I'll just take it anyway, I'll get some sandpaper to sit on, and I'll leave the spell on when I'm done. And don't forget, I'm an early bloomer. My spells are much stronger. I don't think your wife will be able to remove the spell." She smirked. "Of course, hearing her and my Mom talk at the last neighborhood block party, your wife might not even bother trying." She was outright rubbing the seat with the flat of her hand now. Frank's cock flexed in his pants. "You can't just... that's... that's theft!" he huffed. "Not stealing," she said. "Borrowing." "I... I... uh..." she was rubbing the seat faster now, more firmly, her fingers curled around the curve. The phantom hands gripped him fully now, jacking him off in just the way he liked. He couldn't help but grip the handlebar of the motorcycle to steady himself as the sensations took him by surprise at their intensity. "Ooh, that's a good idea!" she said. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and then Frank felt a second grip on his cock, though this one was still. He let go of the handlebar, and the grip released. His eyes widened again, as he realized she'd Voodoo Cocked the handle bars! He watched, entranced, as she reached out with her other hand and clasped the other handle, then turned her hand back and forth, rubbing it in a circular motion. Frank could feel her other hand now gripping his, rubbing back and forth, a strangely pleasurable twisting. With Sex Magic, Selina could have made him feel all this and more just by thinking it. But somehow, the fact that she was bothering to physically use her hands, even if through an enchanted proxy, made it much hotter. God, his wife never did kinky shit like this! Frank's breathing was heavy now, and his cock flexed hard in his pants. "Well, Frank?" Selina said, huskily. "What do you say? You going to let me take this baby for a spin?" "I... I, uh... I don't...I can't..." "Come on, Frank," she said. Her rubbing became more insistent. "It's happening either way. The only difference is how much you suffer for it." Frank knew the real trick here was how much his wife was going to punish him if she found out he'd just "let" Selina take his bike. While he didn't want to feel his cock get scoured by sandpaper for several days and didn't want to not be able to use his bike, he knew letting Selina go and, fuck, and actually enjoying the feel of her hands and body on him for a couple days was going to earn him a year without any sex at all. But, fuck, his wife was so dull in the sack, and almost resentful about sex, even with her powers. Hell, probably because of her powers. If he was lucky, they'd have sex, missionary style, maybe twice a week. Maybe during holidays, if she was drunk, she might give him a quickie psychic blowjob that was over. She never used her magic to play around. Never dressed sexy. She let him jerk off whenever he wanted, but she always glared at him afterwards. This hot young woman, this fucking girl, she was totally in control, using her powers to wind him up and make demands he couldn't refuse. And Frank could feel, deep in that lizard brain part of his psychic, that turn him on in a way his wife hadn't in fifteen years of their relationship. Fucking. Looking at her young body, stroking his bike, and giving him that sultry look, Frank wondered if she'd even need her powers to convince him. Selina smiled slyly as she easily read his thoughts. "Such a tough choice, isn't it? Feel my body rock yours for a whole weekend, and go a year without sex from your shrew wife? Or feel a weekend of pain so you can keep getting that bi-weekly pity fuck. Assuming she'll let you even if you resist." Frank was gasping now. He backed up from the bike, and his back hit the garage door, only a couple feet away. He stared, glassy eyed at Selina as she hiked up her dress and she planted her bare pussy on the seat, then gripped the other handlebar. She squirmed on her seat, and started rubbing both handles outwards and inwards, stroking linearly. Frank felt her moist, warm pussy pressing against his shaft, rubbing him deeply, while two hands jerked him off in synch. It was too much. Frank's hands tried to grip the door as his hips bucked and he gasped loudly. His cock flexed rapidly, and then... Then the sensations were gone, at just the last second. Frank gasped and bucked and resisted the urge to grab himself as he was cut off just before he could cum in his pants. He blinked at Selina. She was floating a couple inches up from the seat, hovering in the air. Her hands were outstretched, away from the handle bars. He could still feel the slight brush of her dress on his cock as the hem touched the seat, so the spell was still in effect. She'd just edged him, the good old fashioned way, stopping just before he could nut. Frank slid down the garage door until he was sitting on the driveway, looking at her in wonder. Fuck! How many women mixed their powers with good old fashioned handy-work? Most would have just thrown an orgasm block on a guy and let him ride it out. This girl had actual skill to go with her magic talents. "Well, Frank? I'm waiting," she said, gazing down at him with bemusement, but also an authority that kept his excitement high. "T-take it!" he said. "Go ahead!" "That's what I thought," she said with a smirk. She let herself drop back down onto the seat, and Frank grunted, as he felt the weight of her settle on his cock. He could feel her pussy lips envelope the length of his shaft and her fingers curl around it. She reached down and started the bike, revving it up. Oh, god, with the vibration from the engine, the sensations were even more intense! Frank, still not cooled down from his edging, felt himself heading for orgasm a second time already! This time, however, Selina didn't stop the stimulation. Instead, he felt her magic seize his genitals, felt something shift, and then, when his orgasm hit, he felt it rebound off a newly formed orgasm block. Frank groaned and squirmed as Selina smiled and winked at him, then backed out of his drive way, and drove off. All the while, he felt her pussy and hands vibrate and stroke him. He stumbled into his house and peeled off his clothes, collapsing onto his couch. He let his cock flex and jerk in the air, edging over and over as she rode on. Would she let him cum at all before she got back? Would his wife ever let him fuck her again after this? Such concerns quickly melted as he endured the hottest, most sensual torment he'd ever felt. And goddess help him, even as he knew he'd be out of his mind before her trip was over, he couldn't help but love it. Motorcycle Anal Dyke I had a big smile on my face as I drove to the beach because my mistress finally paid some nasty attention to me. I tried to reminisce in my dirty mind the magic moments that just transpired. First I watched Mistress Sandra finish her wine kneeling patiently before her. Handing me the empty glass Sandra bent down, reached into my crotch grabbing my cock with one hand and my hair with the other, and yanked me to my feet. Stroking my cock and looking me straight in the eye she sent me into a hypnotic trance. Chanting to me in a Gallic language I grew more turned on, as my cock seemed to get harder than ever before. Stroking me till she grew bored she cursed my name and immediately I flooded her wine glass with fresh come; she cackled milking every last drop into her glass, telling me that this was my reward for being a good slave. Handing me the glass she ordered me to drink, forcing me to swallow my whole load while she gleefully watched as I licked the glass clean. Mistress condoned my getting an erection or masturbating alone. Sandra especially warned me against erections at the beach especially when she was not there. Having my come safely in my belly meant I would not be cheating on her at least for several hours. Slapping my face several times to bring me back from the trance, I saw stars, then tears of joy formed in my eyes. I could taste the remnants of come in my mouth so I knew from holding the stained wine glass what I just did for her. Wagging her riding crop in my face she warned me to be a good slave wishing to test my obedience with discipline. Ordering me to bend over her massage table I quickly obeyed and held on for dear life. Sandra whirled the crop through the air assaulting my bare ass with two good licks, making me cry aloud almost jumping off the table. The souvenir welts across my bare ass cheeks marked me for the beach. All the ladies knew who owned me by the marks mistress gave me. Grabbing her KY jelly she lubricated the rubber handle of her crop and pushed it up my butt screwing it in and out of me stimulating my prostate. Shoving the handle as far in me as she could Sandra ordered me to hold on to her whip while she got some pleasure herself. Very turned on from the smell of semen and licking my ass with her crop Mistress Sandra pushed her pussy into my face holding the back of my head until I licked her to orgasm. Mistress splattered my face with her come as she cried out. My moustache was washed in her essence. Keeping her pussy glued to my lips Sandra told me she had to pee. Pursing my lips around her pee hole she fed me a bladder full of golden nectar, swallow by swallow using her well trained pc muscles. I licked her pussy clean and thanked mistress for allowing me to touch her with my mouth. She slapped my face again harder laughing at my nasty mind. Yanking her crop from my ass she threatened to give me a good thrashing. After my special reward mistress sent me to spy at the nude beach reporting on who was there and to bring back the info to her in a few hours promising me another reward if I had some information. I preferred to go to the beach with Sandra so I would not be accused of anything. I was sure I would get a real thrashing when I returned. Too busy with clients, mistress was massaging some wealthy men, milking their dicks and wallets at the same time. Times were good for her and Sandra had plenty of business. Once she had a client naked and well oiled she began rubbing his cock and balls so he was willing to pay anything to explode in her hands. A good massage from Mistress Sandra is incomplete without a relaxing orgasm. She loves giving orgasms to woman as well. I finally arrived at the beach and walked down to the part that was for complete nakedness. Sandra wanted to see what massage therapists were at the beach so she could know who was busy and who was not. I did not completely strip naked, trying to be respectful, wearing only a bikini brief so my ass could get a good tan. I was hesitant in taking off my suit because of all the naked ladies nearby. I was also embarrassed from my last escapade at the beach. I saw two lesbian therapists lying together who were arch enemies of mistress. They were looking at me with evil eyes then went back to kissing each other. I noticed another therapist named Gloria whom I had a crush on so I put my towel close to her. Gloria rolled over and smiled at me giving me a welcoming hello by twisting her right nipple hard. Asking me if I was free, I confessed to Gloria that I was just milked to I was sort of out of order. Reminding me that I still had a tongue Gloria teased me by opening her legs and showing me her wet vulva glistening in the sun. I told her maybe later we could duck behind the rocks and I would give her a licking she would never forget. Giggling she told me she never forgot the last tongue fucking I gave her. Mistress Sandra loved me to eat her friends' pussies so Gloria was on my list to please. The last time I came here with my Mistress Sandra "massage therapist" we both stripped naked as soon as we spread the towels. It just felt easier to show off my body. Excitingly, we got carried away and gave each other an erotic oil massage that led to into screwing each other on the beach. I was pinned to my towel flat on my back, as Sandra fucked me into the beach till we both wildly came. Mistress lewdly praised my cock and bragged to the ladies about my staying power showing off her wet pussy as my come drooled down her legs. Sandra made me lick up every last drop washing her pussy with my tongue until she wildly orgasmed again. The hetero woman loved the show cheering us on with cat calls. The bitch dyke lesbian women got pissed off and left the area taking a dip in the ocean to plot and chat against us. One of the lesbians who saw me that day on the beach secretly had it out for me reached for her cell phone and made a call. I did not think anything of it so I minded my own business. Drinking a beer, reading my book and listening to the waves, I heard the rumbling of a Harley driving up. Gloria tried to warn me to run but it was too late. Gloria told me my ass was going to get reamed and I had no choice. Suddenly I heard someone scuffing through the sand standing next to me. I looked up and saw a woman dressed in black leathers, black motorcycle boots and a leather hat. She had long blond hair hanging out of the back of her hat with sunglasses hiding her face. Giving me a kick in the butt and grabbing my beer I looked up at her watching the biker chick down the rest of my drink. My ass hurt from the kick but I protested demanding her to tell me who she was to kick me like that. Cursing me, she reached for my thong and ripped it off holding what was left in her hand laughing at me. I felt violated but my cock sprung out and started getting surprisingly hard. Eying the fresh welts on my ass she laughed at my sorry ass cheeks. Making fun of my cock she announced to the girls it was too pathetically small to do anything with, making them all giggle, embarrassing me even more. The entire group of women was curiously watching me now. Speaking directly to me she barked, "I got a call from the girls that your being a voyeur and a peeping Tom here! I think you are long overdue to get a lesson boy! Since your bitch is not here it is the perfect opportunity to bend you over my bike and teach you a few lessons!" I was actually afraid as this strong woman pulled me up by my long hair dragging me to her bike. Grabbing me by the balls she scolded me more, "I am going to teach you a lesson for my girls!" The bike was parked sideways next to the beach where everyone could see the action. I felt helpless as this strong Amazon biker chick overpowered me. Forcefully throwing me over the seat of the bike facing the beach the chick warned me not to move or else, giving me another forceful kick in the butt. About a dozen naked women rose from their towels and sat up to watch what would happen next. I could see several of the more liberal ladies place their hands in their crotches masturbating. Gloria just gave me an "I told you so look" and reached for her wet crotch. Quickly the biker chick chained me to the bike lying over the leather seat handcuffed to the frame. I had no way to escape. The dyke biker stood before the ladies and proudly told them, "The menace of the beach is about to get a lesson in female domination. Removing her thick black leather belt from her pants she announced, "Before I screw his butt with my cock I am going to make this sissy boy cry like a baby with a few health licks of my leather belt." Standing behind me raising the belt I braced myself for the worst. I could see the looks of fright in the girl's faces who were watching that it would not be fun for me. The thick leather belt wailed across my bare ass. I lunged forward from the thrust of the belt sending my body almost falling off the bike. Yanking me back by my legs the biker chick got pissed for responding like a sissy. Turning her belt around so the silver nubs were on top she struck me several times with the bad ass end of her strap making dents in my ass cheeks where the metal nubs seared my bare flesh. I was sure to be black and blue tomorrow from suck a whipping. Giving me one more wack that made me scream louder than a gull. Wrapping her belt around my neck she pulled it till I was choking. As I gagged she moved her head close to my ears and told me that she was a friend of Mistress Sandra who paid her to take me at the beach. She promised Sandra that I would be fucked in front of all the girls and made an example of warning any other men who wanted to cheat on his mistress. Moving in front of me I watched her unzip her leather pants. To my surprise out sprung a semi erect cock and a huge set of balls. I gasped and struggled in my chains as my mind let loose of all the worse case scenarios. The biker chick began stroking her cock hard as she spoke making me shake at the thought of her fucking me with such a monster showpiece. "My name is Danielle, my lucky slave. I am a sexy biker she male with a working nine inch dick and a set of 36 D breasts you will beg me to suck. I am going to fill your hot tight butt hole so full of my sticky come it will still be dripping next week," boasted Danielle! Turning around all the women gasped and faces reddened with embarrassment at the size of her cock. Some of them placed their hands in their crotches fantasizing about fucking her fingering their clits. The lesbians who knew Danielle praised her and goaded her along to fuck my virgin ass hard. Everyone was invited by Danielle as she shook her cock at them to move closer to watch me get my cherry broken by a hot she male. Danielle began stripping off her leathers. Removing her pants first she pushed her cock in my mouth. Everything happened so fast I did not even think about it; I just automatically opened my mouth and she gave it to me. Having been whipped into submitting to fellatio with mistress' strapon I was not even thinking about the homophobia part of sucking a cock for the first time. The head of her cock was so big it choked me when she pushed it to the back of my throat. I began sucking and immediately sweet precome oozed into my throat reminding me of when mistress used to use my own precome on her dildo when she taught me to suck cock. Danielle smiled looking down at me suckling her cock like a baby and began removing her jacket, shirt, and bra, very slowly in a strip tease to entertain me and the ladies watching. Everyone gasped when they saw her shapely breasts and nice tight butt on her hour glass figure. Gloating over her looks, Danielle twisted her nipples in one hand and grabbed her dick in the other and roughly fucked my face for several minutes. By then the naked ladies on the beach already suspected there was something different happening. Popping her cock from my sucking lips Danielle stood back so I could worship her body. Standing a good six foot tall Danielle had a Swedish looking face and a set of breasts that made my mouth water. Her cone shaped nipples were already erect just like her cock. I was actually getting hard at the thought of that big erect cock sliding into my virgin butt. She was fully shaven and her cock and balls glistened in the sun. Adoring the rest of her body, Danielle was shapely and muscular at the same time with strong arms and legs. I suspected she was a weightlifter. All the women lusted after her body. Grabbing her huge cock Danielle wagged it in my face and told me it was time for some ass fucking. Danielle invited the entire group to get around the bike and hold hands while she fucked my virgin ass. Gloria stood at my face while the two lesbian who hated me moved behind me for a front row seat to my ass fucking. The other five women filled in the spaces and they all joined hands giggling. Danielle adding some spice for the ladies told them to rotate as she fucked me so I could eat everyone's pussy during the ritual rape. Hearing that, Gloria rubbed her pussy in my face and almost smothered me in her excitement. Gloria had a nice fragrant smelling pussy I knew she used oils to scent her pussy to lure frequent oral sex partners. Having a neatly trimmed pussy Gloria only had a small tuft of blond pubic hair growing on her pubic mound. Her pink labia lips were open almost welcoming my tongue into her folds. I lapped away at her trying to forget what Danielle was about to do to me. Moving behind me Danielle grabbed my legs spreading me in a wide V. Now I began to worry as I thought about her huge cock violating my behind in front of all these ladies. The two lesbians cheered Danielle on screaming at the top of their lungs to fuck my ass sissy off. Taking her cock in her hand Danielle proudly began pissing through her erection like a fire hose, peeing forcefully into my crack as she pushed the bulbous head into my anus forcefully opening me up. It hurt at first as my sphincter opened to accommodate her large girth. I nervously pushed out for her with my anal muscles to make it easier on both of us. I could feel her pee still spraying into my colon as she continued to push her huge cock into me. I was experiencing my first penetration with a piss hard shooting pee into my colon violating me to the max. I never thought that someone else's piss would be lubricating my butt hole to take my virginity. Yet I reminded myself that I was fortunate enough to have a mistress that prepared me for this day with her own strapon dildo similar to the size of Danielle hot dick. As Danielle continued to push into me I kept pleasuring Gloria licking her luscious labia up and down making her moan and grind her hips into my face. I was very upset with Mistress Sandra for having me raped this way in front of all her friends. I would have preferred to have her here to watch and participate in this special event. I figured that she owed something to the lesbians and now it was pay back time for me instead of her. Danielle's cock was warm and bendable so she easily made her way past my prostate depositing her cock balls deep into me rectum. Keeping her dick buried in my ass she spoke to the crowd rotating her hips and grinding her dick in me to entice me to relax. "I have just taken Mistress Sandra's slaves cherry! He will never to be a virgin again. This is Sandra's reward to her sisters on the beach as a peace offering. Sandra hopes you will enjoy watching her slave get the fucking of his life and a humiliation well deserved. She invites you to participate and feel free to have him any way you wish. Judging by the feeling of his tight ass I am going to personally enjoy fucking this hot slave all afternoon," Danielle squealed! Slapping my ass cheek so loud it made the gulls nearby squeal and fly off I cried out into Gloria's pussy which muffled my complaints. Danielle slowly pulled her cock almost all the way out of my ass then plummeted back into me slamming my asscheeks with her thighs. He huge balls hit mine ringing them painfully as if I were kick making me numb between the legs. My own cock deflated until it was limp almost as if being dwarfed by Danielle's cock it gave up. All the nerve endings in my anus were registering fully sending every message to my brain that the butt fucking had begun. Gloria moved aside for another pussy for me to eat. This one was quite bushy belonging to the hippy chick. It smelled of fresh pussy juice as if she had just masturbated to orgasm. Janice was a hot brunette with a thin body. With shapely lemon sized breasts. I always wanted to fuck her after I saw her screw her boyfriend on the beach on a dare from Sandra. Mistress has fucked her with her strapon at our house after an erotic massage. I could hear her passionate cries outside the massage room as I cooked dinner for them. After their love making session I fed Sandra and Janice a nice veggie dinner while I took turn eating their pussies under the table. From my first taste of Janise I would never forget her pussy. Janise stroked my hair gently trying to console me as I was violated by Danielle feeling the force of Danielle's thrusts all the way through my tongue on her clit. Almost getting Janice off the women traded places. Ann was next a short plump but fun chick that loved both men and woman. Her pussy smelled of fresh come and I tried to pull away. Ann slapped my face warning me to clean it up for her saying not to worry the sperm was her husband. I had emptied her pussy before sucking out his come when she allowed me to fuck her at our house during a party. I love her shaven pussy because it is easy to lick her labia lips and open her with my mouth. Danielle pounded into me harder as my asshole relaxed for her giving me full stroke with her iron rod. Ann stroked my shoulder muscles trying to get me to relax watching me get fucked as I licked her pussy. I tried to forget the hammering I was getting and thought about fucking Ann again. She had well trained vaginal muscles that can milk a cock without even moving. Ann loves to fuck and make guys come fast forcing them to feed on their own come to get her off. Sucking her hole I was able to get a good swallow of come. Seeing her husband's come on my lips sent Ann off on her orgasmic blissful mind trip. The next pussy belonged to the blond lesbian who made the call for Danielle. Beth stood in front of me relishing in watching me get my first butt fucking. I was getting pounded fast, as our flesh smacked it resounded around the group making the ladies grind their pussies wishing a piece of Danielle's meat. Slapping my face calling me a homo slut Beth laughed at me wishing me the most humiliating experience I could ever have. Beth opened her legs showing that she was freshly shaven clean. Opening her pussy lips, showing me her virgin hole that has never held a cock, Beth cursed me and began pissing all over my face. I got a shot of fresh pee in my mouth and was forced to swallow to keep from drowning. Beth and my mistress have had sex and Beth is the first woman to fuck Sandra in the ass with a strapon right in front of me. Danielle responded by spanking my sore ass cheeks with her strong hands reminding me to push out for her and to squeeze my anal muscles so she could fully enjoy fucking me. Rubbing her wet pussy in my face was forced to lick Beth dry washing her pussy lips free of salty urine. Next was Beth's lover Rita another shaved blond. Immediately Rita began degrading me calling me a homo bitch. Slapping my face back and forth she wiggled her pussy in my face just close enough for me to smell her. Her pussy was quite pronounced and her clit was huge already sticking out of the clitoral hood. It was like a cock over an inch long and pierced with a gold ring. Rita was very sensitive to orgasm since she was pierced and can go off like a rocket with the right loving tongue. I have had the opportunity the see Beth eat Rita to orgasm many time right here on the beach. I have also watched Sandra suck Rita off until she screamed for mercy. Rita is also an ejaculator and can squirt come all over. Danielle slowed her cock down giving us both a break. Pulling almost all the way out of me Danielle grabbed my cock from between my legs and began squeezing me hard. Masturbating me and rotating her cock in my anus I gave her the massage of her life kneading her cock head with my anal muscles. Getting jealous of all my attention Beth grabbed my pony tail and pushed her pussy into my mouth rubbing it all over my lips until I took hold of her enlarged clit and began sucking. All the women were feeling the sexual excitement grow.