1 comments/ 7950 views/ 3 favorites State Rally By: Ollegio The motorcycle riding club I belonged to had chapters across the state so once a year one chapter hosted a State Rally. This year is was down near Cocoa Beach, a few hours ride for our chapter. Most everyone took Thursday and Friday off and a large contingent of us rode down together on Thursday. I was between positions at the time, making ends meet by teaching online college courses and doing any kind of handyman work I could rustle up, mostly from club buddies. Donna, a good friend, was widowed single mom living on her deceased Navy husband's pension and SSD for the kids, so money was usually tight for her as well. We agreed to share a room (totally platonic) even though the former Red Roof Inn that was our site for the rally was only charging about $35 a night. The club had the entire place. Our group arrived and Donna and I got checked in by about 3:30. We dumped our bags in the double room and headed out to mingle among the other chapters, renewing old friendships and making new ones. I should mention that, at the time, Donna was hooking up with a buddy of mine who was still married. I was their beard more than once, and thus Donna was a frequent occupant of my pillion. Not that I minded - Donna was hot and exactly my type. On the short side - probably 5'3", cute as hell, slim, and a great 32B set. I'm the former president of the local IBTC - Itty Bitty Titty Committee. Our motto is "anything over a mouthful's a waste anyways". After wandering around a while, checking out the other bikes and bros, I headed over to the motel's restaurant/bar. More the latter than the former but supposedly the breakfast they served was killer and cheap. Same went for the drinks - I was blown away to find out that my drink of choice, Johnny Walker Red, neat, water back, was only three bucks for a very healthy pour. About a third what it cost back home so my budget was doing its happy dance. I'd just been served my first when Cole and Karen, two chapter-mates and friends, joined me. They ordered beers and we started chatting about nothing in particular - the ride down, which events and local rides we each planned to partake of, where we might go to dinner. Karen excused herself to head to the ladies' and Cole followed suit just a few minutes later. In fact, they met up as Karen exited just as Cole was reaching the archway that led to both facilities. I thought nothing of it when I saw them stop and chat, although it did seem a bit furtive and Karen kept glancing in my direction as they talked. The confab ended with mutual nods and Karen gave Cole a quick kiss before walking back to our stools at the bar. We were still the only ones in the place except for the bartender and one waitress, both of whom were busy getting ready for the rush they knew would be coming soon. When Cole returned from draining the snake, he reclaimed his stool between Karen and I and lit a cigarette. I'd quit smoking a year earlier and really wasn't tempted any longer but it didn't really bother me. If you're going to hang out with a bunch of bikers you best get used to smoke. Then Cole turned to me and said "Hey Tony, Karen and I have a favor we want to ask you." "Sure, what can I do for you?" While I'd never needed his help, I knew Cole was the type you could call from jail at 2 in the morning and he'd show up with bail money. "Well, we've had a long-term fantasy about a threeway. We want you to be the other guy." Say what?!?!? You could have knocked me off my barstool with a glance. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude and I was single and not dating anyone in particular at the time. But I was also in my late 40s (though everyone said I looked 5-10 years younger) to their 30s. They had several kids and lived a pretty mainstream kind of life as far as I knew. Cole was the kind of guy often referred to as a 'fireplug'. Probably 5'6" but solid - not husky, chunky, or anything else, just solid. He also shaved his head bald. I'm 5'9" and nothing - not quite skinny but clearly the kind of guy who'd need Cole in a bar fight much more than he'd need me. To be honest, I was a bit intimidated at the thought of being naked next to him. Karen was another story completely. Fantastic person and wonderful mother but to be honest I never understood what Cole saw in her. She was closer to my height and easily weighed more than either Cole or I. Her chest was adorned with a set of 42 double dees that were likely epic in her younger years, but even with a good bra her t-shirt did little to hid the fact that birthing and nursing three kids had taken a toll. I did flash back on a local ride several months ago. Cole had shown up solo and, like all rides, this one ended at a local biker-friendly bar. This place was a seafood joint on the river with the requisite tiki bar and outside deck. The bartender was a 20-something who clearly had everything it took to rake in huge tips from the bikers, boaters, and especially the middle-aged letches often found in such places. I had kidded Cole about watching her ass bounce by barely contained by the daisy dukes she wore. His reaction was "No way, man. I like my women with some curves. More cushion for the pushing." I laughed and said "I'm more of a closer the bone, sweeter the meat kind of guy." So here was Cole offering me a shot at pushing his wife's cushion. The look on her face, complete with lust-filled eyes and a smile bordering on a smirk, made it clear I was likely her idea. I reached over and grabbed her cigarette from the ashtray and took the first puff I'd had in over a year, just to kill a few seconds while my overworked brain tried to process what was happening. "So I'm not sure I'm down for this yet, but just for discussion sake, what exactly are we talking about? What kind of activities do you have in mind?" "I started dating Cole in freshman year of high school. He popped my cherry the next year and he's the only man I've ever been with. I'd like to at least try another cock before I die," Karen answered. "As for what things we do, I have a wish list but won't ask you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. I want to feel a different cock in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass if you do that. And I want to try double penetration." "And I think it will be hot to watch Karen suck your cock and swallow your cum. I want to see you fuck her tits and cum all over her face. And I have to admit I'm curious to find out what it will feel like when she has one cock in her pussy and another in her ass. Will we feel each other through her membranes? I kind of imagine it will sort of feel like getting laid and a hand job at the same time." It was Cole's turn to leer and smirk. "That's as close and you and I will get, right? You're not looking for any real guy-guy stuff are you? Not sure I'm down for that," I said. To be honest, one thought that flashed through my brain was that these two were both larger and stronger than me. If they had nefarious ideas they could easily overpower me. I like anal sex but mostly on the giving side. The only things I'd ever received back there were a chick's finger and, on occasion, a thin dildo. Both events were always accompanied by blow jobs. "Yeah, man, nothing that kinky," Cole replied. This is about Karen getting what she wants. I'm the only guy she's ever been with but she's not my only experience. After high school there was a short time when we split up. I had my chance to sow some wild oats. I owe her this. So if you were wondering if I was gonna get mad or jealous or go ballistic or something, chill. We've discussed this for a long time. We role play about it. I promise nothing will fuck up our friendship." "Okay, let me think about it. I hear a bunch from our chapter are going to some place called Cap'n Joey's for dinner. Let's hook up with them and then we can talk about it again afterwards." "Works for us," Karen said. I finished my drink, settled my tab, and headed out to find Donna. She'd need a ride if she wanted to get dinner with the rest of the crew - and I knew she did. She burned when she saw the guy she was seeing with his wife but she'd rather be there than not. Besides, she went out of her way to flirt with other guys and drop a never-ending litany of sexual innuendos, just to try to get to him. Evil little wench but when you decide to get with a woman like Donna you'd better know what you are in for. I ran into her at the pool, beer in hand and t-shirt already wet. While she was still mostly sober I immediately flashed on a future reality - she'd be one of, if not the, first to skinny dip later tonight. If she could arrange for it to happen in front of her guy and his wife, so much the better. I asked her what her dinner plans were and wasn't surprised when she said "Cap'n Joey's" with a grin. We headed up to our room to get ready. Donna decided to change out of her riding clothes into something better suited to tease and immediately pulled her t-shirt over her head and then stripped off her jeans. While she was completely comfortable in her bra and teeny panties right in front of me, I immediately started thinking with my little head. This wasn't the first time I'd seen Donna in lingerie. In fact I'd seen her naked at least once at a hot tub party. She'd also kissed me at midnight last New Year's. Her guy got the first one right at 12 but as soon as they finished she spun around, grabbed me and used her tongue to check the condition of my tonsils. Still, I wished she'd tone it down just a bit - I hadn't been laid in a number of weeks. "Had an interesting proposition today," I casually tossed out. "Cole and Karen want me to be their third." "OMG, Cole and Karen?" she squealed. "Are you serious?" "Totally. Caught me completely off-guard but apparently they are serious about this. Turns out Karen's never been with anyone but Cole." "One guy in, what, 15 years? Hell, I consider one in 15 minutes to be lost opportunities," Donna replied, likely more serious than most would assume. "So, are you going to?" "I really don't know. Feels a bit weird. I've done a couple of threesomes with two women, but never with another guy." "Afraid his dick is bigger than yours?" she snarked in classic Donna fashion. "Nah, I may not be porn material, but I get the job done. Just seems a little strange for some reason. Never thought of them in that way. And Karen really isn't my type, you know." "No, I am" came the retort, accompanied by another smirk. "But I'm with Nate, or at least I'm trying to be with him. Asshole wasn't supposed to bring his wife. He swears she'll go to bed early so if you see the Do Not Disturb on the doorknob, go find yourself something to do. Or better yet, go do Karen. How long has it been since you got laid?" "Too long. I don't know. I hate to miss a chance for some recreational fucking but I'm just not sure I want to do Karen, particularly with Cole watching." "But you said you've never done a couple. Take it from me - if you pass on this opportunity you'll always regret it. People rarely regret what they've done, but always regret what they didn't." For a near-bimbo, Donna could be very wise at times." Besides," she continued, "I've had enough pussy to know that they're all delicious, regardless of the rest of the package." As she said the last word she reached out and gave mine a friendly little squeeze. It was already semi-hard from the view and the conversation, but now clearly had stratospheric ambitions, very appropriate given our proximity to Cape Canaveral. We headed downstairs and found the group getting ready to leave for dinner. I fired up the bike and Donna jumped on back, wrapping her arms around me and making sure her tits were driven into my back. I knew that show was mostly for Nate, who was nearby, with this wife, but I'm equally sure Donna knew what effect it would have on me. If she could stiffen two cocks with one move, get a dig in on Nate, and try to influence my Cole/Karen decision all at once she'd jump at the chance. Dinner was fun but generally uneventful. Donna did her best to make Nate jealous by flirting with just about every guy in the place. Nate's wife frowned at Donna's antics, but whether that was because she knew of the affair or just disapproved of Donna's somewhat slutty behavior wasn't clear to me. Karen had managed to sit on my immediate left, while Donna was on my right and Cole was on the other side of Karen. Karen apparently had decided to try some jury tampering in the pleading of her case and I soon felt a hand on my leg, just above the knee. When I didn't immediately object, she grew bolder and started squeezing then sliding her hand up and down my thigh. I decided to see just how far she would go with neither encouragement nor resistance. Not being the devious sorts, we both overlooked the wildcard in the deck. It didn't take Donna long to see what Karen was doing, and as teasing men was her stock in trade she immediately joined in the fun. I felt her hand on my right leg, mimicking Karen's much more tentative moves. Donna, however, wasn't interested in the long, slow seduction approach. She quickly slid her hand toward my crotch, pausing only when she'd reached the top of my thigh. Spreading her hand flat, fingers together, Donna began rubbing her hand down and in. She could easily guess the denomination of every coin in my jeans pocket, but was barely teasing the edge of my rapidly growing cock with the side of her pinky. The smile she flashed at Karen could have meant many things - see - here's how you get a man to want you; let me help - I have more experience at this than you do; if you don't score this cock tonight, I will...if I want to. With Donna it was always hard - and hard to tell. Karen may not have had much experience, but she was a quick learner. In no time she was mirroring Donna's movements and my cock was surrounded by hands teasing the hell out of my inner thighs but providing just enough direct stimulation to keep me rock hard with no short-term relief in sight. I looked over at Cole and his smile proved he fully approved of his wife's hand play. Across the table, Nate was obviously onto Donna's games and wasn't about to be bothered by such obvious attempts to get his ire up. While he knew Donna was more than willing to make good on any threat, he also knew sex for its own sake meant little to her. She was the female version of a cockhound (pussycat?) and Nate knew that from the start. If he hadn't been prepared for her games he never would have gotten with her. Donna decided to up the ante and give Karen a boost at the same time. She suddenly reached over, grabbed Karen's hand, and placed it firmly on my cock. Given the opening, Karen didn't hesitate to take things in hand and immediately began massaging and rubbing my cock through my pants. I looked over at Donna and got her trademark smirk followed by a quick peck on my cheek. "You can thank me later, maybe," she whispered in my ear. Key lime pie is the de rigueur desert in seafood places in this part of the country, and for good reason. Not only is it delightful, the tart meringue does an unequaled job of clearing one's palette of all the other tastes. Finish a piece of good Key Lime pie and you feel refreshed as if you'd just left the dentist's office after a cleaning but with an aftertaste no dentist has ever been clever enough to try to duplicate. Everyone polished off a piece except those couples who decided to split one. Donna and I shared and she took advantage of every forkful to showcase her world-class oral abilities. I couldn't help but wish that pie and I could change places. We all cleared our bills, jumped on the bikes, and blasted back to the motel. Nearly everyone headed in to the bar, including Donna, Cole, Karen, Nate, his wife, and I. Donna immediately started a game of "Eye Lasers" with Nate, alternating between making a show of looking at the watch she didn't wear on her wrist, staring at Nate's wife, and then glaring at Nate. In Donna's mind it was clearly after wifey's bedtime and Nate better do something soon or she'd be looking for greener - or at least more readily available - pastures. Cole bought Karen and I drinks. As riders we're always cautious and so hadn't had more than one each at the restaurant. Now that we were back in the motel for the night, all bets were off. Halfway through my first scotch, Karen asked "So, have you thought about our invitation?" She punctuated her question by putting her hand back on my leg, this time starting at the very top. Before I could answer, she quit all pretenses and grabbed my dick. "Well, if you're going to put it that way, sure," I smiled. Instantly both she and Cole beamed twenty-kilowatt smiles. "Then let's go!" Karen shouted over the loud music the DJ was playing. She downed her beer, jumped off her barstool and grabbed my hand nearly toppling me. "I'll get us another round or two, to go" Cole announced. "See you in the room." As Karen was practically dragging me out of the bar I happened to look over and spot Donna watching us. Her leer signaled clearly that she understood what was happening and she shot me a quick thumbs up while mouthing "enjoy". I smiled back and mouthed "any time" which earned me another big smile. As soon as the door to their room shut behind us, Karen was all over me. She wrapped her arms around me, smashing her large, pillowy breasts into my chest, and kissed me like it was her last chance to taste lips. I went along with her for a brief time then broke the embrace. "Whoa! Slow down, we have all night. Shouldn't we wait for Cole?" "He'll be here soon. No need to waste any more time," Karen said as she pulled her shirt up over her head. Reaching back behind herself, she unhooked her bra and shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I had to admit, my assumptions were only slightly correct. Clearly the effects of childbirth and breastfeeding that proved so challenging to most women were a mere inconvenience to Karen. Her mountainous breasts stood tall and proud, sagging understandably from their own mass but otherwise seemingly unaffected by gravity. Her aureoles were light brown and the fully erect nipples still retained a tint of the pink of their youth. These were nipples and tits to worship. The sound of the key in the lock followed by the door opening and closing heralded Cole's arrival. He'd outdone himself, balancing a tray that carried three more of the oversized scotch highballs I liked and a cooler that looked to contain at least a twelve pack of the beer they preferred. Seeing his wife displaying her pride and joy brought a smile to his lips. "Magnificent, aren't they? Just so you know, Tony, her nipples are unbelievably sensitive. With the right technique and patience I can often get her off just by licking and sucking on them. I can't wait to see what happens when we double team those beauties." "Ahem. Things seem to be a bit lopsided here. Why am I the only one who isn't fully dressed?" Karen was ready for action and doing her best to speed things along, but Cole had a bit of the prankster in him. "Oh! Sorry, hon, you're right. Here, let me help you put your bra and blouse back on." "Try that and die, right here, right now" was the not unexpected reply. "Both of you get your clothes off NOW! ALL of them!" Cole and I looked at one another with a grin and stripped to our birthday suits. The balance had now shifted - we were naked and Karen was only topless. As if reading each other's minds, Cole and I quickly swept in, pushed Karen back onto the bed, and pulled off her flipflops, jeans, and panties in a flash. "Hmmm. Seems like someone has started early," I said. Karen's pussy was glistening with her juices. She didn't subscribe to the then-current fad of completely shaved down there, but she was very neatly trimmed up. A dark brown patch matching the hair on her head formed a triangle, flat side on the top and the pointed bottom ending just barely above her clit. It reminded me of a block arrow directing airplanes to the proper landing strip. State Rally Ch. 02 In which Tony returns to his biker rally motel room after a hot threesome with Karen and Cole. "Sooooo, how did it go," Donna asked with a smirk and more than a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. Donna and I were sharing as room for financial reasons. Although there has been plenty of sexual tension, flirting, and innuendo between us for the past few years we've never followed through on anything. Physically, Donna is completely my type - 5'3", about 110 pounds, and a gorgeous set of 32B's. Her ash blonde hair was natural and perfectly complimented her cornflower eyes. But Donna was way more casual about sex than I am. Not that I'm a prude, but Donna's number has to rival Magic Johnson's. Besides, she's hooking up with another friend and fellow biker - behind his wife's back. Donna had expected Nate to attend the rally solo but at the last minute he told her his wife was coming along. We had already planned for Donna to ride my pillion down since she and Nate weren't ready to go public, but she expected to stay in Nate's room while pretending to share mine. By way of conciliation, Nate assured her his wife was an early to bed type and they'd have plenty of opportunity to fool around. Whether she suspected about Donna or just got into the rally scene that proved false. Nate's wife was partying with the best of the crowd and staying up as late as Nate every night. Still, I was surprised to find Donna in our room. After all, it was only about 2 am - shank of the evening for a gal like her. "Well, let me see. One incredible blowjob, the most sensual cowgirl I've ever experienced, and my first double penetration, with me using the back door. Karen may need a pillow when she hops onto Cole's pillion tomorrow," I smiled. "You fucking horndog! Way to go!!" Donna jumped up and rushed over to give me a hug that smashed her pert little tits into my chest. When she did I couldn't help but notice her t-shirt rise up to expose her cute ass which appeared to be going commando at the moment. Either that or she was wearing the world's skimpiest thong but as I didn't see any waistband at all I was voting, and hoping, for commando. "Thanks, I totally respect you as well. But tell me, what the hell are you doing here in the room? I'm guessing Nate's wife is still standing guard over him, but I've never known you to miss out on a party. Half the club members at the pool are skinny dipping and the other half would join in if they weren't too drunk to risk getting into the water." "Yeah, I know," she replied. "I was down there for a while after the bar closed at 1 but I just got pissed off seeing him with her. Bastard. There are only a few single guys here and most of them are jerks. Flirting with married guys is fun but I don't need the drama of some biker bitch coming after me for messing with her old man. Shit, most of the bitches here are bigger than you! They'd cream me, and not the way I like being creamed." I laughed but had to agree. Donna just might be maturing a bit, finally. "I get that but it still doesn't explain you being alone this early." "Okay fine, asshole! I was playing with myself until I heard your key in the door. Satisfied now? I'm sure as hell not - your timing sucks!" This time I really laughed. It was obvious she was serious and my guess is that she was pretty close when my unexpected return caused an unwanted masturbatus interruptus. "So who's stopping you? Go ahead and finish. I'll watch...I mean wait." "You think I won't?" Donna had returned to her bed and was lying on top of the covers with her back against the headboard cushioned by a couple of pillows. "Donna, how well do we know one another? Of course I think you will, but I'm also not a jerk. I'll go take a walk around the motel, maybe check out the action at the pool for a bit. How long do you need - I'm guessing you were pretty close but things may have, ummm, cooled down. Need to start over?" It was Donna's turn to laugh now. "Shit, I was edging for about five minutes before you came in. I wanted to keep it going as long as possible and then have a massive orgasm. I even thought about filming it with my phone and sending it to Nate afterwards." "Okay, I'll be back in fifteen - will that work?" "That's stupid. You've seen me naked, we talk about sex all the time, and I practically gave you a handjob at dinner." As she spoke she leaned forward and pulled her t-shirt up over her head, treating me to a full view of her completely naked body. Damn how I lusted after that body. Three kids and even now at 40 she looked like a college coed. No sign of a stretchmark, not a bit of sag in her breasts, not an ounce of cellulite anywhere. For probably the hundredth time I wondered how she did it. Must be in the genes since her only known form of exercise (beside sex) was the 12 ounce Miller Lite curl which also comprised the bulk of her diet. Donna laid back, scootching down further but leaving her head propped by the pillows so she could see me. "Move that desk chair over by the foot of my bed and have a seat." Spreading her legs, Donna bent her knees up, giving me a clear view of her sweet pussy. Donna did like to keep her nether region almost completely waxed. She insisted on a tiny tuft of hair about an inch above her slit. This was her way of proving she was a natural blonde although she was known to dye it green for St. Patrick's Day or red for Christmas. Tonight I could barely see it in the low light of the room so I guessed it was natural. Slowly Donna began sliding her hands up and down along the joint between leg and pelvis. Whether intentionally or not, she was replicating the groping she and Karen had given me at dinner. One difference now was the way she paused at the bottom of the downstroke and used her thumbs to rub her hood area. It didn't take long for her clit to make its appearance, swelling and peeking out of her hood almost like an uncut man's penis head does when he hardens. With the little man in the boat awake and active she shifted tactics. Now, as her hands reached the bottom of their journey she bent her forefingers in and, as she slid her hands upwards let their fingertips slip between her moist lips. I was entranced. Donna wasn't just masturbating; she was making love to herself with her hands. For the most part, her head lolled back and her eyes were nearly closed. But every so often she would open her lids and look at me. She must have understood my expression of lust, longing, admiration, and pure enjoyment because she graced me with one of her rare but totally honest "I'm glad you like" smiles. Her hips started bucking and I could tell she was getting close. She stopped stroking and slid three fingers of her left hand into her pussy. The first two fingers of her right hand rubbing faster and faster across her clit. She pulled her knees up further and placed her feet flat on the surface of the bed. This gave her the leverage she needed to raise her ass completely up off the bed, affording me an all-access view to her puckered pink back door I didn't even realize I had been stroking my cock through my jeans. When I did recognize it my first reaction was one of amazement. After the action in Karen and Cole's room I hadn't expected a refractory period of less than overnight, yet here I was completely hard and raring to go again. Donna had noticed and her smile made it clear she was thrilled to have that power over me. Keeping her butt up off the bed she moved in for the self-kill. Switching hands, her left took over clit duty while the right moved down to her pussy. This time, however, she inserted only two fingers there. She made sure the third was well oiled with her juices and then slid it into her butt, doubly penetrating herself. That was all it took. With a few thrusts and a long moan Donna brought herself off. As the waves of her orgasm (orgasms?) began to fade, she finally let her gluts and thigh muscles relax and lowered her butt onto the mattress as she extracted her fingers from both openings. She lay back, breathing deeply but left her legs spread showing me her pussy glistening with her cum. Despite all the teasing and flirting there had never been anything actually sexual between us prior to the last ten or fifteen minutes. I had no reason to believe Donna intended for things to proceed but couldn't deny that her self-gratification display had broken down another barrier. I knew she liked guys who took control and hoped that, along with her aroused state, would at the very least forgive me for what I had to do next. Still fully dressed, I rose from the chair and took the two short steps to the foot of her bed. Donna must have sensed me looking down on her as her eyes opened and a smile graced her face. She made no attempt to move or conceal herself although that would have been silly at this point. I saw her lips begin to spread as she started to say something so I interrupted before she could get a word out. "Don't say a thing. Just lay back and relax." I knelt down between her legs and moved my face up to her pussy. A sharp intake of her breath caused me to fear she was about to stop me but instead I saw her move her hands from her pubes and lay them on the bed on either side of herself. I took this as assent and lowered my nose to her wet, swollen pussy to inhale her fragrance. Donna smelled every bit as delicious as I had imagined in the many cock pulling fantasies in which she had featured. I briefly wondered how much of her aroma was pussy juices and how much came from the cum that still dripped slowly from between her lips. Right then I decided that I would need a return visit to this resort in her pre-orgasmic state in order to decide. For now, the question was moot. I placed the tip of my nose between her lips and moved it up. Just as my nose found her clit I reached my tongue out and licked her pussy softly. Donna moaned loudly and her hands gripped the sides of my head. "Yes, yes, yes! Eat me! Gently please!" I was happy to oblige. Using just the tip of my tongue I began a roundtrip circuit of her incredible pussy. Starting at the very bottom of her slit I licked my way up her left side. For the first few trips I intentionally bypassed her clit as I moved over to lick slowly down the right side. Reaching bottom I inserted my tongue into her and licked straight up the middle then back down where I started the circuit again. Donna was moaning, begging, and twisting her pussy in every direction so I decided she was asking for more. On the next trip up I stopped at her clit. For a few moments I merely breathed heavily on it until she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her. I took her engorged clit softly between my lips and began spelling her name out, letter by letter, across it. I'm reasonably certain Donna wasn't reading my tongue-writing but it was having the desired effect. I moved back down, reaching my tongue as deep inside her as I could to seek out her wetness. When I reached the bottom I slipped my arms under her thighs and lifted them back, exposing her ass and rosebud to me. When I started licking the area some call the "taint" (taint pussy nor ass but right between) I sensed her uncertainty as to my motives. Would I stop there or keep moving back? We'd never discussed any details about anal activity other than admitting we both enjoyed anal fucking. Rimming had never come up in our conversations so Donna had no way of knowing I was happy to satisfy my partner that way if they so enjoyed. She figured it out quickly as I raised her higher and stabbed her opening with the tip of my tongue. This elicited another rapid intake of breathe followed by an "Ohhh!" I then slowed down and sent my tongue on another circular route tracing her puckered circumference. Reassured now that I would be giving every area the attention it craved, Donna laid back and enjoyed my ministrations until she could take no more. I suddenly felt my head being pulled up at the same time she pushed her butt down onto the bed. I dove into her pussy which had clearly recovered from its post-orgasmic tenderness. I guessed - correctly as it turned out - that Donna wanted a thorough facefucking of her pussy and I did my best to accommodate her. I stiffened my tongue and used it to fuck her as fast and deep as it would move. I licked her inner lips, took her outer lips between my teeth and nibbled gently, and attacked her clit as I had earlier, using lips and tongues. I felt and heard Donna approaching her next climax and stopped. She whimpered - a sound I would have previously sworn Donna was completely incapable of - then begged me "Please!?" I redoubled my effort and in no time felt her reaching the point of no return. I slipped my hands beneath her adorable butt cheeks and lifted her just enough to give my full access. Then I slid my tongue in and was rewarded with an orgasm that rolled out from somewhere deep inside her and spread through her entire body leaving trembling and shaking in its wake. Donna had again grabbed my head and pulled me so tightly into her pussy that I honestly feared suffocation. I managed to reposition just enough for my nose to inhale as I lapped up and swallowed as much of her cum as I could manage. When she finally loosened her grip, I eased back to enjoy the view and saw the moisture on her inner thighs and the trail of cum dripping down to her butt crack. I licked her thighs clean then rolled her over and did the same on the reverse side. Donna simply sighed with contentment. I got up from the bed with the intention of getting a washcloth from the bathroom and cleaning her from my neatly trimmed beard and mustache but Donna guessed my intentions and grabbed my arm. "No chance, mister," she said as she pulled me down to sit next to her on the bed. Lifting herself up to a kneeling position she put her arms behind my neck and leaned in for a kiss that rocked my world. Breaking it off, she began sucking her cum and juices from my facial hair and licking the few exposed areas of skin that had just recently been bathed in her essence. "I love the taste of pussy and I like mine the best! Never, ever, ever let it go to waste! And by the way - just what the hell was that about?" "Just figured you weren't fully satisfied after your little handplay action so I figured I'd help a friend out," I replied grinning. "Uh huh. Nothing in it for you, huh?" Donna smirked. "Look that was great - thank you. Who knows, maybe one of these days? Right now, I need to pee and get some sleep." Donna headed to the bathroom where I heard the tinkle of her relieving herself followed by the flushing of the toilet. A few minutes later she came out and grabbed her t-shirt to put it back on. She looked over at me with a "what's the point?" grin, tossed the shirt onto the dresser, and slipped under the covers of her bed completely nude. I stripped down completely as well as that's my preferred sleeping attire. I'd worn my boxer briefs last night but figured tonight's interaction warranted a bit more freedom. Sliding under the sheets I tucked the pillow under my head and began the arduous task of trying to fall asleep knowing there was a gorgeous, sexual creature lying naked just a couple of feet away. The alarm woke us both at seven thirty. We had signed up for a ride along the Indian River that left the motel at nine and we both wanted breakfast. I had a partial case of morning wood so while I wasn't fully erect my cock was fuller than when at complete rest. Donna made no secret of checking me out as I rose from the bed and walked to the chair that held my clothes. "Hmmm, nice sight to wake up to," she purred. Donna was pretty much insatiable and if it weren't for Nate I had little doubt she would have availed herself of my cock. I was equally certain it would have no more meaning to her than the breakfast we were about to share. At the motel bar/restaurant we spotted Cole and Karen sharing a table with a couple of other members of our chapter. They both gave me huge grins and Karen winked an additional "Thank you!" as Donna and I filled our plates at the buffet. After we all finished we headed to the parking lot to wipe the dew off our bikes and form up for the ride. Cole and Karen rode just ahead of Donna and I. The day was fun with a great cruise along the river. The scenery was fantastic, most of the large waterfront homes were fabulous, and the onshore ocean breeze kept things cool despite our relaxed pace. After a couple of hours we turned inland and rode on to a biker bar for lunch. By late afternoon the skies were threatening a typical Florida summer thunderstorm so most of us hopped onto our bikes and headed back to rally central. Donna and I went up to our room and, ever the gentleman, I gave her first shot at the shower. Fifteen minutes later she came out, totally naked, rubbing her wet hair with a towel. Apparently we'd reached a new level of comfort with one another as I saw no sign whatsoever that she was trying to tease or start anything. She'd just decided that I'd seen enough of her that false modesty made little sense. I couldn't resist slapping her firm little butt cheek as I walked past her to the shower. My time under the water consisted of about three minutes lathering up and rinsing and ten whacking off. I'd have given anything to grab Donna, toss her onto the bed, and screw the daylights out of her but I was pretty certain she didn't want that. Oh well, such is my pitiful life. Since the rain continued falling we opted for the motel bar for dinner. Their breakfast buffet was great but by this time of the day they were more focused on setting up the bar for another night of drinking. The menu was pretty much limited to burgers, wings, and chili. I had a burger, medium, with sautéed mushrooms and Swiss cheese. Donna went for the hot wings. Midway through the meal Karen and Cole joined us. Never one to shy away from anything Donna was quick to look at Karen and say "Sounds like you had quite a time last night!" "Oh my god," Karen replied, "it was unbelievable! These two guys drilled me every way but loose. On second thought, some parts are a bit looser today than they were yesterday." The grin on Karen's face told the story better than any words she would speak. "I haven't stopped thanking Cole yet! He is such a sweetheart to let me do this." "Planning an encore tonight?" Donna stirred the waters. "Well, not really. To be honest the ride today was a bit uncomfortable and we all head home first thing in the morning. There is one more thing we'd like to try but I think I'll wait a while before asking Tony if he's up for it." The sudden reticence was a bit of a surprise but I was happy to wait as I wasn't sure I was interested in doing anything more. Fortunately, for once Donna decided not to instigate and the topic changed to today's ride and tomorrow's plans to return home. Nate showed up alone and joined a couple of folks standing at the bar. Donna didn't waste a second jumping up and mingling with the same crowd. I could tell from the looks exchanged between the two of them that Nate expected his wife to show up any minute and Donna was yet again pissed at the missed opportunity. She immediately went into vixen mode and started flirting with everyone in sight, much to Nate's annoyance. "Tony, would you do us a favor and come up to our room for a few minutes? We'd really like to ask you something but this isn't the place," Karen said. Still uncertain my curiosity got the best of me and I said, "Okay, I guess I can spare a few minutes." Cole ordered another round of drinks to go and settled up with the waitress. As soon as that was taken care of we headed off to their room. Karen and Cole sat side by side on the end of the bed, holding hands. It was easy to see that these two had been in love since high school and still thought each other were the best thing in the world. My rueful smile came from the doubt I'd ever find someone to feel that way about. "So, what's on your mind?" I asked. State Rally Ch. 02 "Okay, we hope this doesn't create an issue cause we really do value your friendship. If you say no, that's fine. We just can't miss the opportunity to at least ask." Karen seemed oddly nervous for the first time since we started playing last night. "Cole loves blowjobs and I love giving them to him. I still remember the very first time I sucked him. When he came it shocked me. I choked, coughed and spit it out, all over his stomach. He laughed and pretty soon I was laughing too. After that we worked on it and I became pretty good. Now I swallow with the best of them," she grinned. "I can attest to that," I said with my own grin. "So for some reason we started talking about the first time a few weeks back," Cole picked up the story. "I was making fun of Karen and she pushed back with 'Well, I'd like to see how well you would do having a cock shoot off in your mouth!' "I made a typical macho boast like 'No problem - I'm sure I could do better' and we went back and forth kidding each other for a while. "But I couldn't stop thinking about it," Karen took over again. "For the next two weeks all I could think about was Cole sucking a cock. I don't even know why. There's certainly nothing gay about him. I think I just want him to see what it does feel like. I think it would be sexy as hell to watch. We already snowball sometimes when I blow him so he's tasted his own cum at least." "There you have it, my friend. In a million years I would never have imagined I would be saying this but will you let me suck you off for Karen?" To say you could have knocked me over with a feather would be an understatement. I had to agree with Karen that absolutely nothing about Cole said gay or bi. And I'd never considered experimenting that way either. You'll recall that, when they had first asked about the threesome, I had reservations that they might overpower me and make me do something I didn't want, like take it in my butt or suck Cole off. But this was sort of the opposite. "In for a penny, in for a pound, I suppose," I almost shocked myself by saying. "I mean, let's understand the ground rules, okay? You want me to let Cole suck me off until I cum in his mouth. You want Karen to watch the whole thing. And afterwards it'll be as if it never happened, right?" "Definitely! You can just imagine what the other bikers would think if they ever found out. I hate to say this but you can't even tell Donna. I love her to death but she does have a big mouth and this would just be too juicy for her to keep sec ret," Cole replied. "Well if we're going to do this, let's get it done," I said as I started stripping. Cole and Karen both rushed to get their clothes off as well. I suspect that was partly an attempt to make me more comfortable and mostly in preparation for what they planned once I left. Karen staged things. She put a couple pillows against the headboard near one edge of the bed and had me sit partially upright so I could see everything. She directed Cole onto his knees the floor in line with my groin. Karen lay down beside me where she could see everything, taking a moment to run her hand along my semi-erect member. "Okay Cole, he's all yours." Wrapping his right hand around my cock Cole lifted it off my abdomen and began stroking softly. I closed my eyes and thought back to last night with Donna. When Cole lowered his face and took my crown into his mouth I hardened rapidly. For a few moments he concentrated on this - one hand stroking me slowly while his lips and tongue suckled the tip of my cock. When he pulled back for a second and licked his lips I realized he had just gotten his first taste of pre-cum. I looked over at Karen and saw a huge smile on her face. She reached out and gently rubbed her hand over his shaven bald head. Cole took me back into his mouth and started sliding down. He took about an inch of me inside then pulled back up to the tip only to repeat the journey going a bit deeper each time. I had the feeling he was getting used to having something my size in his mouth and trying not to gag himself. I quickly realized I didn't care at all. Cole was giving me an outstanding blow job. I think he was trying to make me feel what Karen felt like to him and he was doing a great job of it. I imagined that I could feel similarities between this sucking and the ones I had gotten from her a night earlier. I felt Cole's hand slide down to the base of my cock, only his thumb wrapped across the shaft. His palm and fingers cupped my balls and he massaged them gently. I realized he had reached bottom - my entire cock was in his mouth. He slowly pulled back until only my crown was inside his warm wetness and then slid back down to the bottom. This was unbelievably erotic even though I wasn't at all sure why. Cole was quickly bringing me to the point of no return. I opened my eyes and saw that Karen knew, from the tensing of my leg muscles and the rapid panting of my breath, that I was close. She kept her hand on the back of Cole's head and whispered "Get ready, baby. I think Tony's nearly there." She was right. A few strokes later I lifted my butt completely off the bed in an attempt to drive myself down Cole's throat. Karen held his head down so he couldn't pull off but I'm sure it wasn't necessary. He bobbed up and down with me so I didn't strangle him from inside and then held perfectly still as I shot load after load into his mouth. When I was spent I fell back to the bed. Cole followed, holding me tenderly with his lips, making sure to keep his tongue away from my super-sensitive post-come cockhead. His hand continued to cup my balls. When my breathing returned to normal and we both felt my cock start to soften, Cole eased himself off of me. I opened my eyes to see he and Karen lean over me, face to face. Cole opened his mouth and the smile on Karen made it clear she was looking at my cum still inside him. They leaned closer to kiss and I was certain a snowball was in the cards. When they finally broke apart, I rose up and slid myself off the end of the bed. Karen grabbed my hand and stopped me from moving away. She leaned down and, taking my cock in her mouth, licked and sucked me clean. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. That was incredibly sensual and will be forever one of my fondest memories," she said with a look of sincere gratitude in her eyes. "Hey man, thanks for letting me give Karen her wish. You should be proud to know that you are the very first and very last cock I will ever suck. What happens at the Rally stays at the Rally," he grinned. "Now, please get dressed and get the fuck out of here. I have big plans for Karen now!" I wandered down to the pool where I saw pretty much what I expected. Most everyone was drunk, Donna was flirting with anyone she could, and Nate and his wife both sat off to the side looking miserable. I managed to grab Donna for a second and reminded her that we had to leave early in the morning. "I'd never dream of telling you how much to drink or party but just remember - if you puke on my bike you get to clean it off!" I awoke the next morning to find Donna in bed with me. I was pretty certain nothing had happened and confirmed that when I saw that she was still fully dressed. I used the bathroom not bothering to shower as we had a several hour ride in the heat and humidity to get back home. I had roused Donna finally and got her started with her morning ministrations when she popped her head out of the bathroom and said "I need a favor." Seems her period was starting and she hadn't prepared for that. There was a convenience store next to the motel so I gallantly agreed to go fetch the feminine supplies she required. Naturally the store was filled with bikers stocking up on drinks and snacks for the trips to their various home areas so the ribbing started immediately. Compounding matters the store was out of bags, so after making my purchase I had to walk through the parking lot full of bikers milling around and packing their bikes with the baby blue box everyone recognized in full sight. Part way through the catcalls and whistles I decided I might as we join 'em if I couldn't beat 'em and proudly lifted the tampons overhead so all could see and jeer. Guys can be so juvenile at times. The ride home was uneventful but both Donna and I were pretty tired by the time we got to my place. We'd shared one duffle bag for our clothes so after we sorted things out and put hers into her van she wrapped her arms tightly around me in the garage, looking up at my face. "Thanks, Tony. For everything. The weekend didn't go the way I had hoped, but I enjoyed the time I spent with you. Someday you'll have to tell me what happened when you, Karen, and Cole disappeared from the bar last night." With that she pulled my head down and gave me a serious kiss. Full use of her tongue sent the message that we'd moved beyond the friend zone, but I had no idea to where. State Rally Ch. 03 A few weeks after we returned from the Rally in Cocoa, Tony's cellphone rang one Friday evening. "Hello, this is Tony." "Hey man, how's it hanging?" Tony immediately recognized Cole's voice. "Same old, same old, pal. What's up with you?" "Just wondering if you're going on the club ride tomorrow and if your pillion is open," Cole replied. "I am and it is. Why?" Tony replied, somewhat afraid Cole and Karen might be trying to fix him up with some friend of theirs. They never had but other club members had frequently played matchmaker, always with poor, sometimes disastrous, results. "My daughter Wendy really wants to ride and Mt. Dora is one of her favorite little towns to visit. We were hoping you'd be willing to let her tag along," Cole said. "Oh, okay. Which one is Wendy?" asked Tony. "The oldest so you don't have to worry about babysitting," Cole laughed. "What time do you plan to leave your place?" Cole and Karen lived quite a ways outside of town and all the club rides started off much closer to Tony's place. "I figured on leaving for the McDonald's around 7:30. Should give time for a quick breakfast before kickstands up," Tony replied. "Great. We'll meet you at your place a few minutes before that. Take care, my friend," Cole signed off. The next morning Tony was in the garage doing a pre-ride check when he heard Cole's bike pull up. Karen was on the back and a small SUV followed closely behind. Both vehicles pulled into Tony's driveway. Cole and Karen dismounted as Wendy stepped out of the SUV, carrying a helmet. "Morning everyone," Tony called. Just give me a minute to back this out and we'll be on our way." He walked the bike back and around so it was facing down the driveway, fired it up, and then went back into the garage for his helmet, glasses, and riding gloves. As he walked back out to the bike, Karen approached and gave him a big hug. "Tony, I hope you remember Wendy. She was at the rally last year when we held it up here in Hilliard," she said. "I do. How are you today, Wendy?" Tony held out his hand and Wendy shook it. Wendy took after both parents while not really looking like either. She was short, probably 5'1, and while she wasn't model skinny she lacked both her mother's heft and her father's stockiness. She almost look like she still hadn't lost all her baby fat -- not plump, or even overweight but more like cushy. Her breasts, however, certainly came from mom. Again, definitely not as big but what Tony guessed to be about 36D looked pretty awesome on her short frame. 'Get your mind out of the gutter, Tony' he told himself, 'she's your friends' daughter and you're damn near old enough to be her grandfather.' Okay, so he wasn't really that old but still... "Excited. I can't wait to ride -- it's been ages! Thank you soooo much for taking me along, Mr. Prima." "Call me Tony, please, Wendy," he said while mounting his bike and pulling the remote from his windshield bag to shut the garage door. He lifted the bike up, raised the kickstand, and held it steady as he nodded permission to mount to Wendy. Once she was settled he looked over to Cole, got a 'good to go' nod in return, and led the small procession out of the neighborhood. While having breakfast at the starting location fast food place, it was decided Tony would serve as tailgunner for this ride. The tailgunner rode dead last and had two main responsibilities. During the ride he helped keep stragglers from lagging too far back. Leaving large gaps between the bikes, which rode in staggered formation, created too big a temptation for cagers to cut into the line. Cagers is what bikers call people driving cars. Compared to the freedom and openness of a bike, cars seems like cages to them. The other tailgunner job was to pull over to assist should any of the riders ahead of him have a mechanical or medical issue and need to stop. Although rare, these usually happened when someone hadn't checked the ride route and didn't start off with enough fuel to make it to the gas stop. Every once in a while a rider or passenger might also become overwhelmed by the heat and humidity of the Florida summer and need time to recover before continuing safely. Tailgunners ensured that any of these situations were handled and no biker was ever left alone. The ride went uneventfully and by the time Cole, Karen, Tony, and Wendy pulled into Mt. Dora and searched for open parking spaces most of the riders had already dismounted and were heading to a raucous Mexican place for lunch. As the foursome took off their helmets and gloves, Karen grimaced and said "I really don't feel like Mexican today, not to mention how crowded that place is. Anyone have any other ideas?" Tony spoke up, saying "The last time I was here I found a great little place in the walk-out basement of that antique mall just down the block. They claim to be an Icelandic restaurant but since I know nothing about Icelandic food I couldn't really vouch for that. They do have basic burgers, sandwiches, and so on anyway." "Sounds good to me," Cole piped in and the group followed Tony up the sidewalk. The entered through the front of the building and walked nearly all the way down the center hall toward the back. Tony turned left and they headed down a switchback set of stairs, ending up in a cozy looking little place with low ceilings, dark paneling, and cool air. Natural light from the glass paned door and single window that looked out to the back kept it from feeling like a dungeon. Scanning the room, Cole and Karen picked out a table in the back corner. They could have had their pick of the place as only two people sat and the bar and one older couple, obvious tourists, were at another table on the far end. They all sat down and ordered drinks from the waitress then started perusing the menus she had passed out. The simple lunch menu made selection easy and when the she returned each was ready to order. Two burgers for the guys, a salad for Wendy, and a club sandwich for Karen did the trick. "So Wendy, tell me a bit about yourself. Are you still in school? Any plans for the future?" Tony tried making polite small talk. "Oh no, I graduated last year. I decided to take a year or two to make up my mind about what I want to do so I've been working at the Wal-Mart near home until last week. I'll be starting at the local community college in a couple of weeks and wanted at least a little vacation," she gushed. "Wow, that's great. I bet you'll really like college," Tony replied. "Wendy turned nineteen a few weeks back, Tony," Cole interjected. "She's struggling with all those issues we all had moving from kid to adult." "Yeah, like when and how she's going to lose her virginity," Karen said with a tease in her voice. "Mom!" Wendy nearly shouted, instantly blushing from ear to ear. "Oh come on, Wendy. You know that your Dad and I did more than just talk about sex with Tony at the rally," she tossed back. "Ahem," it was now Tony's turn to blush. "Just what all did you tell Wendy about our little adventures?" "Relax," laughed Cole. "We didn't share any real details, just the fact that you helped fulfill one of Karen's fantasies. We've always been very open about sex to the kids, at the appropriate age of course. Wendy decided a while back to wait for the right time to have sex so naturally she's very curious about everything to do with it. Karen even bought Wendy her first dildo and vibrator for her eighteenth birthday, although we didn't let her open those presents in front of the younger kids." "Well, I must say that all sounds very adult and healthy," Tony offered. "And I think it's great that you've decided to wait until you're ready, Wendy. Very mature of you." "Thanks, but mature is a big part of the problem. See, I think I'm ready. I really want to find out what sex is all about when another person is involved." Everyone at the table smiled at that. "And I know all about safe sex and I don't need to or want to be in love with the guy. But I want a guy who isn't a jerk and who knows more than I do. I swear the stupid ways guys try to get into my pants, and the crude way they grope my tits make it obvious the only women they've been with were either drunk or Rita and Lois, otherwise known as their right and left hands." Wendy had everyone rolling at that declaration. "Well," Tony said when he stopped laughing, "I'm sure you'll find the right guy eventually. I know there are a lot of jerks out there but there are a few of us good guys left also. There must be some your age I'll bet." "Well, that's sort of what we wanted to talk to you about, Tony," Karen said. "I'm just going to come right out and say it. Wendy didn't just want to come along for the ride today, although she does love riding and this town. What she really wants is for you to teach her about sex." Tony choked on the sip of beer he'd just taken and nearly spit it out on everyone. "Excuse me? I thought you guys had taken the cake with the 'favors' you asked at the rally. This is way the hell over the top. My god, I'm more than twice her age!" "It's okay, Mr. Prima, I mean Tony," Wendy said. "I get it if you don't think I'm attractive and you don't want to waste your time with a virgin. I've just always had a crush on you since the first time I met you on a ride a couple of years back. And Mom and Dad let me know that you certainly know your way around a woman and the bedroom. I thought you would be the perfect person to teach me. Especially since I'm not looking for a real relationship. If I go with one of the guys my age not only will it probably be lousy, he'll either follow after me like a puppy dog or tell everyone I'm a huge slut. You're safe." "You're not exactly robbing the cradle, my friend," Cole said. "She was legal more than a year ago. She's a full grown woman with every right to engage in adult activities. Karen and I trust you completely, especially after the rally. The fact that you've had the big snip is an added bonus. We're ready to let our little girl grow up, but we're much too young to be grandparents," he smiled. "You guys are really serious about this, aren't you," Tony said with more than a little skepticism. "Absolutely." "Yes." "You bet." All three replied at the same time making it hard to tell who said what but obvious they all agreed. "So I'm not sure I'm up for this yet, but just for discussion sake, what exactly are we talking about? What kind of activities do you have in mind?" Tony had a moment of déjà vu realizing he had said nearly the exact same thing not long ago at the Rally. "Well, you're still doing the online work thing, working from home, right?" Karen asked. When Tony nodded his agreement she went on, "So we thought we would head back from here after lunch and drop Wendy off at your place. She has a bag of her things in my SUV just in case you said yes. She can stay as long as you like. When you finish the lessons it would be great if you could give her a ride back home." "I'm still not clear on just what lessons she's looking for", Tony said, unsure of who to direct the question to. "It's okay, Tony, really," Wendy replied. I may not have any experience but I'm normally not too bashful about sex talk, thanks to the way I've been raised. Let me just lay it out there, no pun intended. I know that in addition to my hands I have three opening that you can use. I want to try each of them out. I know that most men love it when a woman swallows after a blow job, so I want to learn what that tastes like and how to do it without choking. I've seen enough porn videos (thanks Mom and Dad!) to know there are a lot of positions. Mom tells me some of those are for porn only and not really practical or enjoyable in real life. And everyone has different preferences, so I want to try out all the positions and see which ones I like best." "Well, I guess you do know what you want, don't you Wendy?" Tony laughed. "Let's see, oral, anal, vaginal, hand jobs, swallowing, and every possible position. Anything else on your wish list?" He glanced over at Cole and Karen as he spoke somewhat amazed at how calmly they were listening to their eldest daughter describing her desired sexual introduction in such graphic terms. "Actually, yes. From stories I've read on sites like literotic.com I think I might be a submissive. I want to explore that. I don't mean a slave -- being whipped so huge welts arise on my body doesn't appeal to me. Neither does wearing a dog collar or a ponytail in my butt. I don't want to be humiliated or abused, but the idea of being told what to do, when to do it, and knowing that my most important role is pleasing my man turns me on." Wendy blushed just slightly this time but her voice remained strong and without tremor throughout her speech. "One final chance, Cole and Karen. Do you swear this isn't some kind of candid camera stunt? You're truly in favor of this happening for real?" Tony looked closely at his friends. "No stunts, Tony," Cole replied. "Look I know this must seem strange, us sitting her listening to our daughter detail her sex plans, but it really isn't all that unusual for us. As we said, we've been very open about sex with our kids. You know we live in a double-wide and have four kids, both girls and boys. No way are that many people going to live that closely and not occasionally see somebodies wienie or bush or hear Karen and I getting it on. Never made sense to us to try to pretend it didn't happen. Instead we teach our kids about healthy sex rather than let them think Playboy and Penthouse are reality." "And we're really proud of Wendy for this," Karen jumped in. "She has made very mature choices, brought her ideas to us, talked things over, and asked us to help. We couldn't be happier that she chose you to be her first and her teacher. Please don't say no. Help Wendy become a skillful lover so the men in her future can enjoy the kind of relations I enjoyed with you in Cocoa." "Okay then. Wendy, you're a very attractive young woman. Your breasts remind me of a scale model of your mother's and I can't wait to see them in the flesh." As Tony made this comparison both women beamed with pride. "But understand, there will be firm rules. If you fail to follow them, this little experience will end immediately and I'll cart your cute butt back to your parents. Do you agree?" "Yes, I do," Wendy answered softly yet firmly while casting her eyes down toward the floor. "May I know what those rules are?" "Of course you may. And I want Cole and Karen to hear and agree as well. Rule One is simple -- I'm in charge. You will do what I say when I say it or suffer the consequences. Rule Two -- there will be no physical injury. We will likely engage in some light bondage, and misbehavior will certainly result in a sound spanking, but no permanent scars will result from anything. Rule Three -- any limits you may have must be declared up front. Anything not on the off-limits list may be explored. Rule Four -- once an activity starts you cannot ask for it to end. You must follow through provided Rule Two isn't broken. Do you agree with each and every one of these rules?" "I do," Wendy replied. Cole and Karen nodded their assent. "Anything you want to put on the off limits list?" Tony asked her, while looking at Cole and Karen. "I don't think so," she said. "If I may," Karen interrupted, "we have had discussions about things people do. In addition to the hardcore BDSM you've already excluded, Tony, I don't think Wendy would be interested in scat." "No worries there -- I've never understood that attraction. However, if she is submissive future partners might be fans of water games. Not really my thing either but we may explore her reaction unless anyone objects," Tony responded. Wendy looked him in the eye and nodded twice. "So, do y'all want to wander around town for a while or head on back?" Tony asked. "Head back now!" Wendy practically shouted causing the other three to laugh yet again. "I think our little girl is more than a little anxious, Mom," Cole said to Karen. "Guess we better not keep her waiting any longer." While Wendy and Karen excused themselves to use the facilities, the two men settled their checks. Once the women returned they all left the restaurant to find their bikes. As they prepared to leave Tony did let them all know he had a lot to think about on the ride back and reserved the right to back out once at home. Everyone agreed, noting how important it was for no-one to feel pressured. One pressure Tony felt the entire ride back was that of Wendy's firm young tits pressing into his back. He'd purposely shed his club vest as the thick leather and embroidered patch on the back had served to block nearly all the sensation on the ride down. With his back now clad only in a t-shirt Tony had a much better feel. 'Dang, he thought to himself, I should have done this on the ride down. It almost feels like I can feel her nipples, and they're hard. I wonder what kind of bra she's wearing?' As they left town and settled into a comfortable pace through the back roads of central Florida, Wendy tightened her grip around Tony's waist. She rocked her shoulders from side to side, letting her tits and nipples rub back and forth across his back. "That feels fantastic, Wendy," Tony turned his head back for just a second to say. Wendy giggled and said "I know. Mom convinced me to take my bra off at the restaurant. Nothing between my tits and your back except a couple of thin t-shirts. Gotta love cotton." "Ooooh, that's sneaky little girl," Tony teased. "Just an effective use of feminine wiles, sir. Can't take a chance on you backing out before we reach your place," she replied. "Not much chance of that at this point. I have a little tendonitis in my right elbow. If I back out now lord knows how I'll get any relief!" Tony deadpanned, bringing rolls of laughter from Wendy's mouth. A couple of hours later they pulled up to Tony's driveway where the day had started. Tony hit the remote and rode straight in while Cole stopped next to the SUV. Once everyone had dismounted and Karen, Tony, and Wendy had taken off their helmets and gear, Wendy opened the truck, grabbed her overnight bag, and hugged and kissed both parents good-bye. Karen gave Tony another hug then got into the SUV and he went to bid farewell to Cole. "Take good care of her and have fun, my friend," Cole said while giving Tony a biker bear hug. "And by the way, the reasons for this are what we said at the restaurant but an added bonus is that we get to return the favor you did us at the rally in a way." The men released their hug and Cole pulled out with Karen following him. Tony led Wendy into the house. "I always heat up the hot tub before leaving on a ride. Feels good to relax in the hot jets when I get back. While I go out to check on it and remove the cover, stand in the middle of the room and strip naked." Tony issued his first order, in part as a test of Wendy's true intentions and willingness. He turned without allowing time for a response and headed out the back door. Surrounded on two sides by a privacy fence, Tony had added a large arbor now thickly covered by a bougainvillea shrub on an angle. Together these served to block the neighbor's view of the hot tub from every direction. The only point of exposure was walking from the back door past the arbor, a distance of only about 10 feet. Once he'd removed the cover and verified that the tub was at his preferred 103 degrees, Tony returned to the house. Wendy was standing, as directed, in the center of the living room, completely naked. Her breasts were clearly as magnificent as Tony had hoped and felt on the ride back. With the resilience of youth they stood proud and firm despite their D cup volume. Her aureoles were large, about the size of a casino poker chip, and a sort of rustic brown that seemed to contain a hint of red. Her nipples were also of good size although in fairness Tony had to admit that they were fully aroused and erect and probably had been for the past several hours. It would be interesting to compare them when Wendy was less horny. State Rally Everything below her clit and beside her full, plump labia was cleanly bared. I guessed she waxed as there wasn't even a hint of stubble or razor burn. More importantly, the clear field made obvious her excitement - the swell of her labia and the weeping of her juices were as strong a declaration of her arousal as any man's erection. I truly admired Cole's class and affection when he said "Baby, tonight is all about you. What do you want first?" "I want to explore." Sitting up on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor, she beckoned us over to her. Placing one of us on each side, next to her knees, she put a hand on our butt cheeks and turned us toward one another. Naturally, Cole and I were both hard although maybe not to our max just yet. Karen reached out both hands, gently grasping each of our cocks. I felt her kneading my shaft rather than jerking, squeezing, or rubbing as most often happens. This was more like a massage and felt incredible. I peeked down and saw her other hand giving Cole the same treatment, realizing that both of us were being urged to full attention. When Karen either sensed or guessed that we were both as big and hard as we were capable of she stopped kneading and slid her hands down to cup our balls. "Tony is longer, but Cole is thicker," she declared. As I looked down to verify her statement I saw Cole doing the same. Karen was right and it somehow made things easier. Cole and I could immediately get past the "who's bigger?" since, in a sense, we could both claim to be. I had a sudden flash of insight into the female perspective. A few months earlier I had briefly dated a very hot, extremely open young woman. For reasons I can no longer recall we ended up in the "does size really matter" conversation. Sherry's take stuck with me - "Of course, but not in the way most guys think. I love all kinds of sex. A really long guy can be a pain when I want to suck him off - they tend to try to get all the way in and end up choking me. A thin guy might not hit all my pussy buttons unless he's taken the time to learn how to use what he has. And I like anal as well, so a really thick guy can make that difficult or impossible. If I were a guy I'd pray to be completely average - long enough to reach inside without choking, thick enough to get a woman off, and thin enough to enjoy ass." I'm certain Karen wasn't wasting any time on philosophical debates. She was literally licking her lips in a way I've never seen a woman do outside of a porn flick. She looked back and forth between Cole's cock and mine, weighing her next move. I like to think that she really wanted mine first but decided to thank Cole for giving her the opportunity to fuck another guy, so when she bent over it was his cock her lips met. I don't watch a lot of porn but when I do I suspect my approach is pretty common for most guys. I imagine the cock I see on the screen as being mine. I don't get off on some 12 inch porn star getting his rod waxed - I get off thinking the luscious lips I see are actually wrapped around my, much more modest, equipment. But watching Karen lick the head of Cole's cock, then wrap her lips around it and ever so slowly start to bob down, taking just a little then retracting only to reverse and take a bit more each time, I had a completely different reaction. I wasn't imagining Karen's mouth on me, although I certainly knew that would happen eventually tonight. I wasn't jealous that Cole was getting an incredible blow job as evidenced by the way his head hung back, his eyes closed but lid fluttering, his hands gently guiding Karen's head, and the rhythmic clenching of his butt cheeks. Instead I was both incredibly turned on and surprisingly supportive. My brain was triggering thoughts like "well done!" and "beautiful, both of you" while my cock and hormones were screaming "us us us us us!!" I had the rather rare opportunity to watch a woman satisfy her husband and it was unbelievably romantic, erotic, and sexy all at the same time. When Cole came, Karen took every surge without a gasp or cough. When his climax was over and his entire body drooped, she held his softening cock in her mouth until he indicated it was time to break. She stood up, kissed him deeply, and said "Thank you for this, baby." Cole just smiled and said "Have fun!" Having paid the unexpected cover charge, Karen turned to me. "I have no idea what I want first - I want it all. So just bear with me while I experiment!" She still had a firm hand on the base of my cock so when she leaned down it was no problem for her to direct it into her mouth. No foreplay or preliminaries - she swallowed nearly the entire shaft in a single gulp, locked her lips around me, and sucked like a Dyson. I gasped - I'd never felt suction like that. I couldn't feel any part of her mouth on my cock save her lips forming an airtight seal at the base, but when she sucked it was like a million tiny mouths inhaling every millimeter of my dick. If she had kept that up it would not have been long before my cum painted the same mouth and throat Cole's had recently adorned. Karen obviously knew the same and also had no intentions of letting things come to a conclusion so soon. She stopped the suction and slowly slid my cock out of her mouth, making sure I felt both her lips and tongue caressing every bit of me on the way. Pausing briefly at the head, she locked her lips just behind the ridge and rapidly flicked her tongue back and forth over my hole. The sensation was almost too much for me to bear but I silently begged her never to stop. She did stop but only to move on to other activities. With my cock completely out of her mouth she wrapped her hand around my shaft and slowly stroked me. Then she leaned back down and ran the tip of her tongue down the underside of my cock from head to sac. Pushing me onto my back on the bed, she positioned herself between my legs and, one by one, took my balls into her mouth with the lightest of touch. Any guy, when he is with a woman he's never been with before, tenses involuntarily the first time she sucks or takes his balls into her mouth. Does she really understand how fragile and tender they are? Does she know that merely getting carried away with the moment and 'going for the gusto' could double me over in agony? Will I even survive this or will the boys be irreparably damaged? In almost no time it became apparent that I needn't worry. Obviously she had experience in this area with Cole and knew exactly how to proceed. One at a time she cradled my testicles in her mouth as if I were the most delicate, rare bird's egg in the world and she the personification of the fluffiest cumulus clouds heaven had ever graced us with. I quickly relaxed, closed my eyes, laid back and enjoyed the most sensuous near-blow job of my life. All too soon this, too, ended. I felt her get up and straddle me. Lowering her hips, she slid her dripping wet, swollen pussy up and down my cock. The sensation was nearly indistinguishable from the start of her blow job, when she had run her other lips up and down my shaft. These lips were plumper, wetter, and definitely hotter, however. She stopped rubbing and lifted her hips, separating us. The warmth moisture of her pussy was replaced by the cold air being pumped out by the room air conditioner and I shuddered involuntarily. Karen wasted no time, however, in reaching down to grab my shaft and lift it into a vertical position. She lowered herself until the tip of my cock was just barely touching her pussy and stopped, taking back her hand and placing it and its twin on my chest. Balanced on her bent legs, steadied by the hands on my chest, Karen began to ever so slowly lower and raise her pussy. At first she let only the head of my cock in before stopping. I moaned in frustration but when I attempted to penetrate her more deeply by lifting my hips off the bed she anticipated my tactic and pulled back in tandem. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don't you remember what Cole said? This is all about ME tonight. Now behave, let me have my fun, and if you're a good boy you just might get your chance to run the show later on." I lay back, sexually resigned to my fate but intellectually completely understanding. This was all about Karen and I knew that going in. She purred her agreement and appreciation for my compliance and then began the absolute slowest penetration in history. My cock is a lousy measuring device. For starters, it seems to think it's a good 9 inches despite irrefutable evidence of real rulers that it tops out at a perfectly acceptable six and seven eighths (in guy math that's easily rounded up to seven). Even worse, if you were to ask it how deep it was inside a woman it would likely guess anywhere from half an inch to two miles. Because of this, I apologize but I can't provide a truly accurate description of what happened next. Please accept my best guess. Once she was assured I would behave, Karen began to ease me inside. She lowered herself a nearly imperceptible amount, paused to experience, then lifted back up to the last position. Next time, she would lower just the tiniest bit more, pause, lift, and repeat. At first, I was in agony. I wanted nothing more than to impale her with my rigid cock and start fucking her for all I was worth. But at some point - I would guess about ten minutes in - I was surprised to find myself enjoying the game. My body faded from my awareness. I became my cock - there was nothing more to me. With my entire psyche focused on that one, small part of my body, I was hyper-aware. Suddenly I knew exactly how much deeper each stroke took us. Even better, I started to recognize how each was different. Karen's pussy ceased to be a single aperture into which I needed to thrust my entire cock. Instead, I began to explore and learn of the different parts of her inner being. Just inside her, my head was gripped by the tightness of her inner labia, while the top of my shaft was caressed by the plump softness of her outer labia. As she slowly moved herself down onto me, the two sets of lips repeated their welcome to each new section of my shaft, while her inner pleasures treated me to new adventures. Once I was a few inches inside, Karen could shift her angle and use her pelvic bone to grind against my hardness. Now the softness and tightness of her lips and the warmth of her heat and juices were contrasted by the solidity of her bone structure. A little deeper and another shift of her hips let Karen position the head of my cock against what I now came to know was her g spot. I attempted to concentrate on the feeling that spot brought out of my cockhead so that I might find it again on my own but was seriously distracted by Karen's squirming and moaning. She knew how to work herself and, at least for now, my cock was merely the dildo she had chosen to use for her selfish pleasure. I was happy to accommodate her. When Karen came for the first time, as a result of her g spot action, even more new pussy sensations were offered to me. My cock was still only half way inside her, at best, but every inch of it was treated to a throbbing vibration as her pussy pulsated with enjoyment. This was accompanied by a minor flood of her cum juices, hot, wet, and slippery, gushing out and over my exposed shaft. For a moment I lost focus on her pussy as I felt her juices run down my shaft and over the center of my ball sac. It tickled and I had all I could do not to giggle. My hands were on Karen's hips and I could feel her trembling. My guess that she was fighting the climax-induced instinct to just plunge herself down onto me fully was confirmed the next day when we discussed tonight's events. As much as I, too, wanted to feel that full immersion, for once in my life I managed to abstain and used what strength I had left in my arms to push her hips up, sending the message that now was not the time. Regaining control in the aftermath of her orgasm, Karen resumed her slow, deliberate pussy seduction of my cock. It did seem like hours of 'one step deeper, two steps back' but eventually Karen had lowered herself nearly all the way onto my cock. Having spent all this time teasing and easing, Karen decided it was time to shift gears. She lifted herself up, withdrawing her pussy from all of my cock except the very head. Pausing there for effect and to let the cold room air start to evaporate her juices from my cock, cooling it before the coming heat, she let herself go and dropped down onto me in a single plunge. And then she screamed. Not the "OMG that feels fantastic!" kind of scream. More like the "Holy fuck, that HURTS!" kind. While my cock isn't all that much longer than Cole's it apparently was long enough to do something his couldn't - bump into Karen's cervix. That's not a big deal for some women, but for others it's exactly like a guy getting kneed in the balls. Karen had never had any reason to know she was in the latter category. Naturally she pulled back, but luckily was still horny enough not to completely withdraw. Then she collapsed on top of me. I held her and whispered a litany of "I'm sorry", "It will be okay", and "Relax". Cole had jumped up for the side chair where he had been slowing rubbing one out at Karen's first shriek. He wrapped his arms around her back, lowered his face to her ear, and asked if she was okay. Karen nodded and assured both of us she was fine, just mostly startled and a bit painful. I told Karen what I thought had happened. Careful of Cole's feelings, I said nothing about length and instead rattled off something about angle of the dangle and force of downswoop all combining to create a rare, unfortunate event. Karen knew I was full of shit but went along with it for everyone's sake. When the pain passed, Karen started riding me again albeit a bit more carefully. Slowly sliding down, it didn't take her long to figure out how to take all of me in the right position to avoid the cervix smacking. Cowgirl probably wasn't going to be our best position and my experience said that would also translate into a taboo on the missionary with her legs thrown over my shoulders and ass raised up in the air position as well. To be fair, I hadn't considered using that one since Karen was a bit larger and heavier than the women I usually played with and, frankly, I'm not as young as I once was. On the other hand, if it was one Cole didn't know or use, I could pass it along with appropriate admonitions about cervix care. Karen was more in tune with her g spot and her own desires than most women I've ever been with. She played my cock like a Stradivarius, not for my pleasure but for her own and that of her audience. It wasn't long before she came again, this time engulfing me completely and riding it out without stroking. When she regained control, Karen lifted off me and lay down on the bed, breathing deeply and recovering. Cole came over and started sucking on her nipples, playing with her copious breasts, and playing his fingers over her inflamed, sopping pussy. I took advantage of the respite to go over to the bathroom where I soaked a washcloth in cold water and gave myself a bit of a whore's bath. I was sticky with sweat from Karen and me as well as her cum. I grabbed a plastic cup from the counter and, opening the cooler where Cole kept their beer, filled it with melted ice water. Three glasses later I was at least somewhat rehydrated and headed over to the tray of scotch. I sat in the sidechair where Cole had spent most of the evening thus far observing and watched the two of them play and recover. When she was sufficiently restored, Karen declared it DP time. "Cole, I want Tony in my ass. Are you okay with that?" she asked. "Completely, honey. Like I keep saying, this is all about you," he said as he passed her the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Karen locked lips with Cole to let him know how much she both loved and appreciated him, pressing him down onto his back on the bed at the same time. She straddled him with her ass right at the foot of the bed, and beckoned me in. I took the lube from her outstretched hand and, opening the top, squirted some out on her butt crack, making sure to let run down to the rosebud of her anus. Karen gasped slightly at the cold, but I immediately set aside the bottle and began massaging the lube in. I made sure her crack was well lubed for the preliminaries - I always like to rub my cock up and down between a woman's cheeks before getting down to the main course. Then I homed in on her ass. My fingers were already well greased and there was plenty of lube left in the area, so as I circled her hole with my fingertip Karen began moaning. As soon as I felt her press back against my finger I knew she was not only ready but eager. I pressed in and with a quick 'pop' entered her ass. A sharp intake of breath told me Karen felt it and the lack of any protestations or withdrawal meant she was more than okay with it. I slid my finger all the way into Karen's ass and she loved every second of it. I pulled back out nearly all the way and added a second, then later a third, finger. In each case Karen handled the new girth with ease, convincing me she would take my cock with no problem. Pulling my fingers out, I positioned the tip of my cock at Karen's newly prepped ass and pushed in just firmly enough to stay in place. Karen moaned again and pleaded softly "fuck me...fuck my ass." I stayed still until she repeated her plea two more times, and then said "Take it - I want your ass to fuck my cock." Karen moaned much louder this time but quickly pushed herself back onto me. At one point my cock seemed destined to slip off track but I grabbed it with my hand and directed it back to the target. Karen pressed into me and the head of my cock broke through her tight entrance. With the initial breech accomplished, Karen stopped and relaxed. It took only a brief moment for her to accommodate to my anal intrusion and then slowly she continued impaling herself on my shaft. I reveled in the feeling, so completely different from pussy or oral yet undeniably still intercourse. When Karen had taken every bit of me into her ass, she carefully lifted up and told Cole "your turn, baby. Put it in my pussy". Cole reached down and guided his cock to her entrance and Karen slowly lowered herself onto him. Cole and I both gasped as he slid into Karen. What felt like the sheerest of membranes was all that separated his cock from mine, creating this surreal feeling of rubbing our cocks against one another and yet not. It wasn't homosexual, heterosexual, bi-sexual, or pansexual. It just was. In no time Cole and I were reminded that this was Karen-sexual and all about her. She urged us first into an alternating rhythm - when Cole pushed in, I pulled out. In this way, Karen always had one hole filling as the other emptied. Only when one was half in and the other half out did we all occupy the same space at the same time. This was definitely making Karen hot. Her body was covered with sweat, her pussy was drenching Cole's cock and balls as well as the sheets beneath him, and both her pussy and ass were having frequent spasms. Still, Karen wanted more. She reached down to hold Cole while telling him to stop. Then she reset the rhythm so that Cole and I thrust in synch. We drove into her together, paused to let her feel the sensation of having both holes filled at the same time, then withdrew, stopping just short of full extraction. This changed the way things felt for Cole and I. Our cocks were no longer rubbing against one another within Karen. Instead, we were plunging together, side by side. Cole's cock was now just a pressure, making Karen's ass feel even tighter and more full. My cock did the same for Cole's. Karen, however, had a much different experience. State Rally She told us later that she felt like she was being fucked by two stallions - not great cocksmen, real horses with their huge equipment. While we had no idea what mental images she was conjuring up, both Cole and I could easily tell from her gyrations, moans, and shouts that this was really tripping her triggers. Karen lasted only a few minutes before exploding in one of the biggest, longest, and most multi-orgasmic events I've ever been party to. When she collapsed, exhausted, on top of Cole, clearly spent and needing a break, I tried to slip my still-hard cock out of Karen's ass but she growled and reached back to stop me. She was on top of Cole and I was on top of her so he had no choice but to wait until she was ready to de-couple. In the throes of Karen's ecstasy I hadn't noticed that Cole had come as well. This wasn't confirmed until the next day but for now I was treated to the sensation of his cock slowly softening. I won't insult womanhood by claiming that I now know what it feels like, but I do think I have an inkling into why women often want the man to stay as long as possible. It's an afterglow/cuddle/reach conclusion kind of thing. You get each other worked up, you play, you tease, you prolong, then you do it and bring one another to the epitome of pleasure. Pulling out then would be rude and abrupt. Staying connected and letting nature relax things is so much more pleasant and sharing. As I felt Coles' cock begin to soften and shrink, I also felt Karen's pussy surrender and release. When he finally popped out of her both pussy and cock were like "Okay, job well done. Time for a break." Since I hadn't come, my cock had no intention of relaxing. Fortunately, Karen understood all this and completely agreed. When Cole's cock had departed, Karen leaned down and whispered into his ear. Cole slid himself out from under her and Karen pulled her knees higher up under herself, raising her ass while at the same time pushing it back onto my cock. "Let's go, cowboy. Time for you to teach this bucking bronco who's boss. Fuck me...fuck me real good. And let me feel you come in my ass!!" What could I do? I had this incredibly sensual woman wrapped around my cock, begging me to fuck her ass until I came. Only a cad would refuse her request. As I started pounding into Karen she got louder and louder. She mostly screamed things like "Yes!! Fuck my ass. Fuck me good. Make me come again!" But more than once she added Cole's name into her demands. Once or twice I looked over to where he was laying next to us on the bed as she said this. He smiled. I smiled back and nodded. You're a lucky man, Cole. I'm honored that you asked me to help you fulfill your fantasy. I know your sex life with Karen will be even greater for both of you from now on, thanks to the presents you've given each other. Once we'd finished, had our last drinks, pledged our vows of secrecy (even though half the bikers at the rally had to have figured out what was going on and Donna was hardly known for her discretion), and bid one another goodnight, I walked back to my room, thinking Just what all had happened tonight? First, I had some incredible sex - Karen really went for the brass ring. That made me feel satisfied, in a sexual way. Second, I'd helped some friends fulfill a long-term fantasy. That made me feel proud, for doing something noble, albeit in an offbeat way. Finally, I had been used as a human dildo. I wasn't sure how that made me feel, but I didn't think it was bad. It was only 2 am when I got back to my room and so I was shocked to find Donna there, alone. Party girl that she is, my guess would have been either sometime after 4 or not at all. The only other alternative would have been if she'd gotten herself shit-faced drunk and needed to pass out, but she was wide awake, although had all the hallmarks of a good buzz. There might be another story in this odd happening.