2 comments/ 20161 views/ 17 favorites Wild Riders Pt. 01 By: trip20 Monica squealed in elation as the yellow Mustang barreled forward on the desolate highway. "I cannot fucking believe we are actually doing this!" Kelly joined in with a squeal of her own as she navigated the wheel, and suddenly the two of them were screaming in unison, neither quite believing what they were about to do. When they finally cut off their exuberant shrieks, Monica rolled down the passenger window and to Kelly's surprise, climbed partially through until her upper torso was hanging out of the car. Monica raised her arms in the air as she jutted from the Mustang, and let out another pleasurable scream. "Get in here!" Kelly laughed as she managed a grip around the pocket of Monica's daisy dukes and pulled her back into the car. "You are a crazy bitch!" "You're damn right I am!" Monica said as she settled back in, quickly rolling the window up. It was an oven outside, and she had wasted enough of the air-conditioned coolness on her spaz attack. "I do believe both of us are bat shit crazy for coming out here in the first place." The two looked at each other and instantaneously burst into a quick fit of wild laughter, mostly to cover up their nervousness brought on by the fact that they were embarking on a spontaneous, provocative, and possibly dangerous journey. "Stop!" Kelly managed to say in between snorts and chuckles. "We need to stop right now!" She gave Monica's right arm a firm punch, as if that might help both of them curb their current state of merriment. Once the anxious laughter dissolved, they finally settled down enough to catch their breaths. "Whew!" Monica let out, "All that hootin' and hollerin' took the wind right out of this girls sails. Guess I'd better rehydrate, yes?" She shot a naughty grin at Kelly as she reached behind her seat and grabbed the brown paper bag that held the fifth of Southern Comfort they'd been steadily nursing since leaving the motel that morning. Monica surveyed the level in the bottle and saw that there was less than half left. "If we keep going at this rate, we'll be outta juice before we get there." "Well that won't do now will it?" Kelly asked in a terrible attempt at an Australian accent. "I do believe I need me a good sized buzz if I'm gonna go through with this, by Crikey!" Monica nearly spit out the swig of liquor that was in her mouth, but managed to swallow it before a fit of coughs took over. Kelly gave her back several quick pats to help ease her coughing attack. "We need to quit this or someone's gonna get hurt!" When Monica got her fit under control, she took another swill from the bottle, the liquid helping to alleviate her now sore throat. The two drove on for a while in silence, preferring the steady hiss of the A/C to whatever reception they could get from the radio. Kelly and Monica were best friends, and had been since their first year of high school. Now both 27 years old and single, they had set out on a weeklong road trip to celebrate the fourth of July and let loose some pent up steam. The plan was to travel from their shared apartment in Santa Fe, New Mexico to Austin, Texas. Monica's grandma lived in a small town just outside of Austin, and after spending a day with her, they sought to spend the next four nights sightseeing in the city and painting it red, before heading back home to work and reality. That was the plan, until last night. Although they had cold air blowing on them from the car vents, they were both down to their bikini tops and tight fitting shorts. They had even kicked off their sandals many miles ago, preferring the feel of the clean Mustang floor on their feet. Kelly's top was a dark burgundy, a sharp contrast to her bright, shining white shorts. Both complimented her deep, albeit fake, tan as well as her bleached blonde hair that hung just past her shoulders. Standing at 5' 3"and weighing in at 100 lbs. on a good day, Kelly was the smaller bodied of the two, although her breasts were still a respectable size. What Kelly lacked in curves, Monica more than made up for with her vivacious body. Standing a little taller at 5' 7" and sporting 34 Ds, she was the one with the full figure, and she always managed to flaunt it well. Her hair was the color of dark amber, and her skin tone, although it was nearly as dark as Kelly's, was all-natural. Her bikini top was an aqua blue, and her shorts were faded black. A couple of hours ago, mostly to help pass the time, Monica had put her hair up in pigtails, expecting it to be temporary. All it took was a couple of compliments from Kelly about how cute they looked for Monica to decide on keeping them up for the event about to take place. Who knows, she thought to herself, maybe they will like 'em too. A brief image of a biker pulling hard on her pigtails while he fucked her from behind crossed her mind, sending a glamorous shiver through her body that hardened her nipples instantaneously. Kelly glanced over and noticed that Monica's nipples were rock hard, and let out a slow whistle. "Damn girl, you're nippin' out over there! Is the A/C too high? I can turn it down," she reached for the nob and turned the air down a notch. Monica looked down and let out a short burst of surprised laughter. "Wow, guess I am." She looked up at Kelly and gave her a flirtatious smile, followed by a wink. "Does this bother you?" She asked in a soft voice as she squeezed her left nipple, making it even firmer. Kelly looked down and realized she was a little turned on by the nipples wanting to break out of the bikini top. She swore she could almost make out every bump of her solid areolas in detail. "You know I've always like your tits, girlfriend." Kelly said, shooting her a wink back. "And something tells me I'm gonna be seeing a lot of them very soon!" This statement of fact hit them in a sobering way, and set off another bout of awkward giggling, this one not lasting quite as long. "You know we're not gonna be the only girls there, right Kell?" Monica asked when they had settled down again. "I'm sure many more were invited too, not just us." "Like, how many do you think?" Kelly inquired, leaning toward her as if she was going to whisper the answer. "Shit, I don't know...Ten? Twenty? Fifty?" Realizing she was exaggerating, Kelly threw another punch at her, this one landing squarely on the flesh of her upper arm. "Ouch!" Monica threw a quick counter punch, missing Kelly's arm altogether but connecting on her right upper thigh. Kelly let out a scream. "Alright, stop it! We need to look presentable for the fine gentlemen we are soon to meet. What will they think if we show up all bruised and out of sorts?" "Kell Bell, my sweet darling, our bodies are about to get bruised and battered in who knows how many places, do you really think it matters if we show up with one or two before the fun begins?" Kelly rolled her eyes, but had to concede. "I suppose you're right." The truth behind that statement suddenly hit home for her. "I imagine things are gonna get pretty rough, huh?" "You're guess is as good as mine, but I can't imagine these boys invited us all the way out here to sip tea and ask about your grandma's well-being." Kelly flipped her the bird. "You're a little shit." "What? Why?" "How can you be so calm and nonchalant about this whole thing? We are about to meet up with pretty much strangers—willingly mind you—and let them use our bodies as their own personal playgrounds." "And...?" Kelly gave her a long stare, then snatched the bottle of Comfort from Monica's lap and took a long swallow. "And I do recall you saying yourself you wouldn't mind someday becoming an 'old lady' with a nice biker boy," Monica reminded her. "I know, I know. That was a long time ago, but I remember. I guess in some ways I still feel that way, I just didn't imagine it happening this way. I mean, silly me for thinking that the guy I find might take me out for dinner and drinks before fucking the living shit out of me in front of his closest friends." Monica chuckled as she reached over and tussled Kelly's hair. "I don't remember you putting up much resistance when Dawg invited us out here today. He made it clear what was going to go down. Look, I understand where you're coming from Kell, and I do feel for you, but I have absolutely no guilt over what's gonna happen today. The only thing I want from this weekend are the three F's: Freedom, Fireworks, and FUCKING!" Kelly cracked a smile, her efforts at trying to be the concerned, responsible one fading as the large swig she took earlier began to take effect, slowly loosening her inhibitions. "You know what, Mon, you're right. We came out here to let loose and have fun, so Jesus H, let's do just fucking that!" This time Kelly let out the squeal of pleasure. "That's right girl, let it all hang out!" As she said this, she reached over and pulled down part of Kelly's top, exposing her right breast, and gave her nipple a squeeze. Kelly at first felt a twinge of pain when Monica compressed her nipple, but that quickly gave way to pleasure, which in turn became laughter as she pushed Monica's hand away. "That tickles!" she claimed, covering her breast back up. "Just getting it ready for the fun." Monica spoke with a brassy tone. The trip they took to the dive bar the previous night was supposed to be a short one, just a quick stop for a beverage or two before they called it a night and got an early start the following morning. Little did they know they were going to meet a motorcycle gang also travelling through the area, calling themselves Broken Arrow. And to think it all started with a wink. One of the guys in the gang, the cutest one in Kelly's book, caught her eye as he bellied up to the bar next to where she was sitting with Monica. After ordering a shot of whiskey, he looked over in their direction and locked eyes with Kelly. Before she had a chance to smile or nod, he gave her a grin and a quick wink. In general, winks weren't anything new to her, as she would get lots of them whenever she went out, especially if she was with Monica. There was something about this one, though, that sent her swooning. He introduced himself as Lance and invited them to the back of the bar, where the gang was shooting pool on two adjacent tables. There was a small pause as they looked at each other for confirmation, but Lance was persistent and irresistible, and talked them into a quick visit to meet the rest of the crew. One drink turned into two, which turned into too many to count. When the girls finally forced themselves to call it a night somewhere after one o'clock, Dawg invited them to meet up at Wyatt Lake the following afternoon. It was only a few hours down the highway, and it followed the route the girls planned on travelling anyway. He promised it would be worth it. Dawg was the oldest of the group by far, probably in his early fifties, and he had a straightforward honesty that left little open to interpretation. So when he invited them to meet up to extend their good time together, the words he chose made it abundantly clear that there would be certain things taking place. The girls should have said no thank you and left it at that. However, there was a silent, yet understood agreement that passed between them, and they conceded to see them the following afternoon. Now here they were, headed for a meet up with the Broken Arrow biker gang, all eight of them. A few hundred feet ahead, they saw a gas station standing alone off the side of the road. "Let's stop there," Kelly said. "Might as well fill up the tank while we can, and I'll bet they have more liquor." "Sounds good. We can stretch our legs and ask how far it is to the lake from here. I haven't seen a sign in a while, but I can't imagine it's much farther. They pulled in and topped off the gas tank. The store connected to the station was tiny, but they were able to find a fifth of Captain Morgan's. Neither of them were big fans of rum, but the liquor selection was meager, and both agreed that more drinking needed to happen between now and the time they arrived at the lake. The clerk told them they were less than an hour away from their destination, explaining how jealous he was they were heading that way. "It's just so beautiful." He cooed. Since his eyes were glued to Monica's boobs as he said this, the girls weren't sure if he was talking about the lake or her body. They thanked the dirty man, Monica making sure to blow him a kiss as they left, and sped away towards Wyatt Lake. Either Kelly drove the Mustang extra fast, or the calculations from the pervert back at the station were off, but it was only half an hour later when they came upon a sign telling them they had arrived. Just past the sign, there was a sharp bend in the road, and when they rounded it, Wyatt Lake sprawled out to their left. "Oh, how pretty." Kelly exclaimed as she slowed down enough to allow herself to absorb the breath taking view. It was indeed beautiful, just as the horny clerk had stated earlier. "Who would've thought something this pretty could be out here in the middle of nowhere?" "Whether it's now or three hours from now, I plan on swimming the hell out of that lake." Kelly said. The sunbeams glistening off the water looked so inviting, she couldn't help but lust for the coolness the water would provide. "You and me both. Looks like the first parking lot's coming up. Curt said they'd be somewhere close to the second parking area, nearer to the end of the lake." As expected, the lake was bustling with droves of people, all here to enjoy the weather and barbeque for the holiday. The second set of parking spots came up on the left, and it didn't take long to spot the large group of motorcycles parked together, near the back corner of the lot. Kelly swung the Mustang over and found a spot not far from their bikes. As Kelly turned off the ignition, the two looked at each other, not sure what to say. Monica grabbed the bottle of rum and took several swallows before handing it off to Kelly, who took her fair share of rum as well. After a few seconds of silence, Monica raised her hands palms up and shrugged. Kelly knew what the shrug meant, and returned it with an identical shrug of her own. They didn't need to vocalize what both were thinking: This was it. Once they got out of the car, there was no turning back. Since both got out of the car with no objection, it was silently understood they were ready for whatever the day and night might bring. No sooner had they shut the doors than they heard a "Hey!" from behind them. They turned to see one of the bikers they met last night, Curt, shuffling their way with a big grin on his face. "I recognize these two beautiful ladies!" He was a large man, well over six feet tall and built like a house. Before they had a chance to do more than wave, he ran up and pulled them in for a three-way hug. He finally broke the hug and stepped back to get a good look. "My goodness ladies, you look stunning! It's Kelly right?" he asked as he pointed in her direction. "You got it." Kelly said. "And, wait, don't tell me...Monica?" "You're battin' two for two." Monica admitted. "In case you forgot, I'm Curt. And since you met many of us last night, I wouldn't hold it against you if you did." Monica flirtatiously rubbed his right arm. "Of course we didn't forget. You stood so much taller than everyone else; it was kind of hard to miss you." It was evident she liked this one, which didn't surprise Kelly at all. Monica had always liked her men bigger. 'The taller the man, the longer the cock' she was fond of saying. Curt let out a boisterous chuckle and gave Monica a quick but firm slap on her ass. "Oh! You better get a drink in my hand before you think of doing that again, Mister." "Well then, let's take care of that little lady. The rest of the guys are down by the water. You caught me coming back from the john. All that beer is just shootin' right through me." They followed Curt through the lot and out onto the warm sand, weaving in and out of the mounds of people. Eventually they came upon the rest of the gang, laying out on towels and soaking in the rays. From what Kelly could remember, all of the guys from the bar last night were present and accounted for—eight of them in all. "Look who I found coming back from the pisser!" Curt bellowed to the crew. They all looked up, almost in unison. Laying on the outside of the group, stripped down to his bathing shorts, was Lance. He looked up at the girls; hand over his eyes to block the sun, despite sporting a pair of sunglasses. A slow smile formed on his face, and although she couldn't see his eyes through the shades, she knew he was looking directly at her. Kelly began to smile back, but quickly looked away when she felt her face turning what must have been a beet colored red. He was just as hot as she remembered. "All the guys you met last night are here." He went down the line, reminding the girls what their names were. "Here's Brock, Gauge, Dawg, Noah, Shane, Zack, and Lance there on the end." He repeated the girls' names to the group, and smiles and waves were exchanged. Kelly scanned the area around them, but from what she could see there were no other girls belonging to the gang. Monica, evidently wondering the same as Kelly, asked, "So, are there any other ladies joining us?" "Nope," Brock spoke up. "You two are so damn beautiful we couldn't bear to invite anyone else. Figured it wouldn't be fair to them." "Aww," Monica said in a cute voice. "You know how to make a girl blush, Brock." She rubbed her hand on his scruffy beard as she said this. "Anyhow, where's the beer at? Curt promised us a drink if we followed him down here, and I'm mighty thirsty." Shane got up from the cooler he was using as a chair, popped it open, and underhanded two beers in their direction. The girls popped open their cans and chugged them down in seconds flat, setting off an afternoon of sunbathing, swimming, and lots of flirtation. The guys had brought sandwiches, chips, and fresh fruit, all of which was chased with plenty of cold beer. Monica made sure to approach and tease each of them throughout the day, but still spent most of her time with Curt. Kelly welcomed an occasional butt squeeze or nibble on the neck from the guys, but it was clear she favored Lance. Once they made it past the first hour of awkwardness, it was easy to pick up where they left off the night before. He carried an air of mystery to him, but there was also something that made her feel safe. She had fun walking the beach with him, occasionally running into the water to alleviate the heat that bore down throughout the day. Lance stayed shirtless most of the day, which was just fine by Kelly. His body was perfectly cut, and she caught herself blushing more than once whenever she captured a glimpse of his abs. As the sun went down, they found themselves all gathered together near a small fire. The crowd around them had become more sporadic, and those who were in the area were more focused on the fireworks display that had just started in the newly dark sky. Kelly laid in front of Lance, her head resting on his lap, watching the display before them. She had consumed her fair share of alcohol, and it had more than caught up, as the sky in front of her began to spin. She looked over at where Monica lay, and saw that things had already gotten started. She had managed to make her way out of her shorts and bikini top without Kelly noticing. Curt laid on the soft sand in front of her, his head buried deep into Monica's thighs. Zack had knelt behind her, and was playing delicately with her bare tits. Monica's back arched and Kelly could hear moans of pleasure escaping her lips. Even Curt was letting out sighs of bliss, in between licking her wetness with his darting tongue. Wild Riders Pt. 01 A mother with her young child walked by several yards in front of them, but neither looked in their direction. Even if they had, the fire had dwindled to a few scattered coals, and it was dark enough to make it difficult to see what was happening. Kelly found herself getting quickly aroused as she took in the scene next to her. She could feel herself getting wet as she watched her best friend getting her pussy licked. Without realizing it, Kelly began rubbing at her crotch through her shorts, and letting out a moan of her own. To her surprise, she felt something hard under her head, coming from Lance's lap. The thought of his cock growing beneath her unleashed a wave of elation that she couldn't control, and before she could talk herself out of it, she had turned onto her stomach, much as Curt was, and began kissing his dick through his shorts. It seemed to keep growing while she did this, and eventually Lance pulled it out. It looked nice, and was rather large. Seven inches? Eight? It didn't matter, as Kelly began teasing him by licking the tip, before taking it into her mouth. She started a slow, but steady bobbing, moving her lips up and down his shaft. Lance let out an audible gasp, and Kelly thought it might have been her teeth getting in the way, but he grabbed the back of her head with both hands, encouraging her with the up and down motion, so she figured she was doing alright. It briefly crossed her mind that she could not remember the last time she had actually given a guy a blowjob. She continued to suck on his cock, enjoying the noises he made while she did so. She had already told herself she was going to swallow when he finished. Just about the time she thought he was going to explode, Dawg spoke up. "Sorry to break things up folks, but I say we take this little party of ours to a more private spot." "Agreed." Shane added. Kelly stopped sucking and got up on her knees. Monica was sitting up and putting her top back on. "We spotted an old gas station down the road from here this morning." Shane continued. "Looks like it's been abandoned for a while now. Let's take our stuff and check it out. We got plenty of lanterns and blankets to keep things lit and comfy." Kelly looked over at Monica, who gave the same shrug from earlier in the day. "Fuck it." Kelly silently mouthed to her, both of them grinning widely and turned on beyond words. They packed up all of their belongings and headed back to the parking lot. After some discussion of whether or not the girls would take the car, they settled on Monica riding with Curt on his bike, and Kelly riding with Lance on his. The air was warm and the moon lit up the night as they moved along the highway. It took them twenty minutes to get there, and Kelly's first emotion was one of apprehension as they approached the dark, quiet building. It looked so empty and forsaken. What if they had something else in mind, other than having sex with them? Something more sinister? As if sensing her trepidation, Lance reached down with his right hand and gave her thigh a sturdy squeeze of assurance. The bikes pulled up next to the old store. Brock and Gauge pulled out flashlights and lit the way for all of them as they circled around to the back and entered through the unlocked door. The flashlights shone on Noah and Zack as they zipped open the bags they carried in and pulled out four battery operated lanterns. Once all four were lit, it took a few minutes for their eyes to adjust to their surroundings. The place was dusty and mostly empty except for an occasional broken shelf jutting from the wall, and a couple of freezer cases. The boys cleared out a spot on the floor in the middle of the room, laying out multiple sleeping bags and blankets in a makeshift square. Kelly shot a glance at Monica, who was already staring in her direction with a look that suggested she was impressed with the lay out. Just then, a pelvis thrust into Kelly's ass, taking her by surprise and nearly knocking her over. She turned to see it was Dawg, a grin covering his face. "We thought you girls might like to be comfortable." Dawg said, as he rubbed at Kelly's shoulder. "Now don't get us wrong, we're not stupid and we see you've already picked out your favorites," his rubbing hands moved forward and began massaging her breasts. "But we're a tight knit group the guys and I. We share pretty much everything." A moment of awkward silence followed, until Monica broke it. "Fuck it," she said as she walked past Kelly up to Dawg, grabbed the back of his head, and began kissing him aggressively, invading his mouth sloppily with her tongue. Shane let out a loud hoot and came up behind her, pulling her top off in a hurry. He began kissing around the back of her neck and shoulders as he groped and played with her tits. Dawg reached down and began rubbing her sopping wet shorts as they continued their kiss. Kelly felt her last defenses leave her as she let the alcohol and steaminess of the situation take over. She grabbed Noah, who was the closest one in front of her, and began kissing him, almost as aggressively as Monica had with Dawg. His breath smelled of stale beer, but it didn't bother her. Kelly was getting more aroused by the second, and her actions became disjointed from her thoughts. Monica dropped to her knees, unzipped Dawg's blue jeans, pulled out his cock and began slurping greedily on it. A mix of moaning and laughter escaped Dawg as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Brock and Curt moved to either side of Monica, semi erect cocks already exposed, and Monica began stroking them as she sucked off Dawg. As Kelly stopped her kiss with Noah, she felt hands touching her hips, and knew right away that it was Lance. His hands were soft, especially for a rough and tumble biker. She turned and yanked his shirt off, wanting to get lost in his abs again. Zack and Gauge made their way towards Kelly as well, taking off their jackets, followed by the rest of their clothes. Looks like we've settled on four to one, Kelly thought. Shane, now naked behind Monica, pulled off her shorts and thong, wriggling them off of her as she knelt and alternated sucking on the three cocks in front of her. Once her shorts were off, Shane knelt behind her and began rubbing and patting his erection on her ass cheeks, making a slapping noise as he did so. He licked the tip of his right index finger and anxiously rubbed it in a circular motion against Monica's soaked and swollen clit, before slowly shoving his dick inside of her. "Oh, my fucking God!" she exclaimed, pausing her sucking as Shane picked up his rhythm, making a clapping sound as he bounced against her ass. Dawg grabbed the top of her head and guided it to his cock again, evidently wanting less moaning and more sucking. Monica complied. Everyone was naked now, and the noises of pleasure began to grow and multiply. Kelly found herself on her back, with Lance lying in front of her, licking vigorously at her wet pussy. Zack, Noah, and Gauge were standing in a semi-circle around Kelly, stroking themselves as they watched Lance go down on her. As Kelly let out impassioned wails, she came to the realization that she had never had a man go down on her the way Lance was now. The way his tongue moved around, hitting the right spots at the right time, with just the right amount of pressure. He would intermittently stop his licking to bite or nibble on her thighs or lower stomach, just hard enough to make her gasp in elation. Just when she thought it couldn't feel any better, he entered the middle finger of his right hand inside of her, and within seconds, she was outright yelling as her first orgasm of the night hit home, sending a visible and uncontrollable shiver throughout her body. Never before had she felt an orgasm as strongly as this one, and whether or not it was the alcohol talking, she didn't care. She had to pause for a few minutes to allow her body to stop convulsing. Not long after Kelly had her first release, Monica followed suit, the cock pounding forcibly inside her became too substantial and she let out a long cry of ecstasy as she reached satisfaction. Monica's yells of joy forced Shane over the top, and he pulled out, prematurely spilling his cum in shots on her dark brown ass. "Damn it!" he shouted in disgust. "I didn't want it to end that fuckin' fast!" He fell back as a snicker escaped his lips. "But god damn if it didn't feel good!" He got up, grabbed his heap of clothes and left the rest of them to finish. No sooner had he left that Brock took his spot, and began fucking Monica doggy style. His dick was quite smaller than Shane's, and did not pack the same oomph, but she was aroused now more than she had ever been in her life, and it still felt amazing to her. Dawg and Curt knelt in front of her, each one the recipient of Monica's wet, inviting mouth. Lance got up from his lying position, giving Kelly time to recoup. He stood in front of her, keeping eye contact as he smiled and stroked his cock. Noah motioned Lance out of the way, and stepped in front of Kelly's sprawled out body. His erect penis was not the longest of the crew, but what it lacked in length, it made up for in width. Noah knelt over and hovered above Kelly in missionary position, and even though she was extremely damp, it took some time for him to fit comfortably enough inside her. Once he got going though, the pain eased and turned into sheer pleasure. Gauge and Zack knelt on either side of her as she arched her head up to suck on them both. Kelly was certain that her first climax would be her last—especially since she had never had multiple orgasms before—but after several minutes of Noah's fat cock penetrating her willing cunt, Kelly had a second and equally strong orgasm. This time her blissful howls mixed with surprised laughter. Not long after, Noah had reached his limit and pulled out, stroking himself until he came. As he released, his semen shot in ropes across her stomach and tits, one reaching as far as the bottom of her chin. The warmth of it on her body gave her a sudden arousal and she thought she might climax a third time. Brock didn't last long at all, but his load was lively, spraying wildly over Monica's back, painting her dark skin white. "Guess it's my turn." Dawg said. As he knelt behind her, he pointed to Curt. "That way, she can save the best for last." As he started in on her, Monica was impressed by the vigor in him. He might have been the oldest of the group, but he sure didn't fuck like it. Curt was now the only one in front of her, which Monica was fine with, as she focused solely on his manhood, sucking it ferociously. Monica felt Dawg grab her tails as he fucked her hard, and her fantasy coming true was all it took for her to cum a second time. When Dawg was ready to finish, he stood up and released on top of Monica's head as she continued to suck on Curt. "Woo! Damn it anyway!" he exclaimed. Once Noah left, Lance was once again standing in front of Kelly, still smiling and stroking himself. She got up and spontaneously pushed Lance over, sending him onto a pile of blankets. She giggled like a child as she mounted him, slipping him into her sore, but still eager vagina. She sat up straight and bounced lively on his erection, her hands up behind her head, playing with her hair. Lance reached up and pulled her down to him, kissing her with passion and purpose. Kelly felt something from behind and when she turned, she saw Zack coming in towards her, a clear lubrication slathered on his cock. Before she had time to react, he had slipped himself inside of her ass, the lube making it a surprisingly smooth experience. This was another first, as she was never one to even consider having a guy stick his dick in that particular hole. It took a few moments to wrap her mind around the idea, but once she relaxed herself, she realized it felt quite incredible. The feeling of both holes being stuffed at once was overwhelming and almost too much to handle, and Kelly's roaring shouts of jubilance proved that. Zack pulled out abruptly, and Kelly thought he was going to ejaculate, but when she glanced over her shoulder, she saw he had moved to allow Gauge to come in for the same thing, and soon she was being double stuffed again. Once Dawg was finished, Curt picked up Monica with his large arms and carried her over to one of the empty cases. He set her down on top of it, spread her legs, and began fucking her intensely. This was what she had been waiting for, ever since last night. She had developed a quick crush on him, and was soaking in every second of him nailing her strongly on top of the cooler. His mouth moved from nipple to nipple as he was poised over her, licking and sucking selfishly on them as he continued to slide in and out of her sopping pussy. The combination of the licking and fucking made her climax a third time, this one by far the grandest. Monica's excitement sent Curt over the edge, and he pulled out to let loose. Monica got off the case and knelt in front of him and within seconds Curt exploded on her tits, letting out perhaps the loudest scream of pleasure of the evening. Monica rubbed and massaged the cum on her chest as if it were suntan oil, saving a little to wipe up on her finger and pop into her mouth as she looked up at him with a sexy grin. Kelly was just getting to the point of calling a time out, as her body was getting extremely raw and sore over the punishment it was enduring, when Gauge pulled out and stood over her. Zack came back over, still erect, and the two proceeded to cum simultaneously, shooting their seed in scattered spurts over her victimized ass cheeks. "I'm gonna cum too," Lance said to her, and she got up off him. She immediately went to his cock and began sucking on it. She wanted to taste him, wanted him to release in her mouth. She could smell the faint scent of her pussy as she licked him up and down, waiting for his load. The soft moans he exuded told her it was happening, and soon she felt the warm goo shoot into her throat. She had to swallow multiple times before she was sure it was all down. Again, she found herself trying to remember the last time she had taken a load. Lance's moans turned to chuckles, as he pulled her away from him. "Sorry, getting a little sensitive." He said. They both laughed together as she laid her head on his chest, worn out from what just took place. Just as soon as the insanity began, it was over. Kelly cuddled up next to Lance, Monica did the same with Curt, and the rest of the guys fended for themselves, finding a spot to lay down with whatever sleeping bags or blankets were available on the floor. While Kelly was wishing she could stay in this wildly unexpected but gratifying moment for as long as possible, she drifted off to sleep. The sun rose and shone brightly through the dirty, abandoned windows, forcing Kelly's eyes open much earlier than she would have preferred. Her head was throbbing from all of the alcohol she consumed the previous day, and as she stood up, she found that both her ass and vagina were aching as well. Everyone else also began slowly waking up, and the gang packed up in relative silence as each fought his or her own personal hangovers. "We'll drop you ladies off back at the lake, and then we better get headed east." Dawg said. Like last night, Kelly rode with Lance and Monica with Curt. Numbers were exchanged between them as they were dropped off, with Lance promising to call Kelly as early as that evening. Both girls gave all of them long hugs, thanking them for a crazy but enjoyable evening. The gang waved as they pulled away, engines humming in raucous unison. The girls both winced as they got into the Mustang, still extremely hung over and smarting from the abuse their bodies endured. "I need coffee." Monica said in a weary voice. "Coffee and bacon." "Sounds good to me," Kelly agreed as she pulled the car out of the lot. "I'm sure there's somewhere we can stop on the way out." With that, they were off. What happened last night now felt like a vivid dream. Kelly figured that once they woke up a little more and shook off some of the cobwebs, they would have a long and detailed discussion about what happened. For now though, they were content to drive in silence, each replaying in their heads the highlights of the craziest night they had ever experienced. Wild Riders Pt. 02 Kelly reached over and slapped at the snooze button on her alarm. On a normal morning, she'd wake up tired and cranky, wearing a scowl until her first cup of coffee. This morning a faint smile appeared on her face instead, as she recalled the dream she just had. It had been almost two months since that unexpected and unforgettable night with the Broken Arrow gang, yet there were times -much like this morning- when it felt like only yesterday. She eventually lost count after the first couple of weeks, exactly how many of her dreams involved Lance. Some of them were brief and innocent encounters with him, something as simple as a beach picnic, or a motorcycle ride through a gorgeous stretch of tree laced highway. Others—the ones that she remembered and enjoyed the most—involved situations of a more explicit nature. This morning's in particular was bound to be one to remember. It was short, but the feelings and emotions were so prominent, she actually convinced herself that she could smell his scent lingering as she played it over in her mind. The dream took place on the very bed in which she was now waking up. In it, she had just laid down for the night. Stripped to just her ivy white thongs, her small frame spread liberally on top of the covers. Not seconds after she closed her eyes, Kelly felt a slight brush against her upper right thigh. Thinking it was her cat, Mittens, she reached down to swipe him away, only to find she was touching a hand. Her body jumped and her eyes shot open in panic. Her terror quickly dissolved though, as she saw it was Lance, kneeling on the bed in front of her spread legs. A smile quickly formed on Kelly's face as her heart beat slowly steadied. "What are you doing here?" she asked. Lance gave her his wide grin, the same one that turned her to mush every time she saw it. "I couldn't stay away from you. I had to see you." "How do you know where I live? How'd you even get in?" "That's not important right now, is it?" He brought his hand back to her thigh as he said this, running it slowly up and down her leg, giving her goose bumps. "I've missed you," she found herself blurting out, unable to hide the truth from him. "I've missed you too, baby," he said as he moved his hand to her left leg, continuing the up and down soft rubbing motion. "You're all I think about." Kelly said. "Every day I remember what we did that night, the things we did." "Me too, baby, me too." His hand moved up to her tanned stomach and began making slow circles around her navel. "That night was something special. You are something special." Lance involved his other hand now, and moved them to her small but erect nipples. He gently squeezed with his thumb and finger, rolling them back and forth. Kelly arched her back as he did this. His hands left her tits and moved down to her panties, which he slowly pulled down her tan, seductive legs and flung to the ground. His blue eyes locked with hers as he leaned down and gently began licking her pussy, moving his tongue steadily up and down in between her swollen lips. Kelly let out a pleasurable sigh. She grabbed his head with the hand not covering her mouth, shoving him deeper into her thighs. That wonderfully familiar tingling began down below, telling her she was on the verge of orgasm. She was almost there, about to reach climax, when the alarm began buzzing. Reliving her fantasy had gotten her wet again, and as she awoke, she caught herself rubbing through her panties, moving her index finger in a small, steady circle around her clit. She was about to move her finger inside of her underwear to get a little more intimate, when the alarm went off again. A groan escaped her as she reached over and slapped it again, this time knocking it off the night table. "T.G.I. fucking F." Kelly muttered as she stumbled over to her closet and draped on the first set of clean clothes she could find. Once she got to her job as a dental assistant, the pale green scrubs would hide whatever she was wearing anyway, so spending anytime fretting over what to wear to work each day was futile. She was running behind by at least ten minutes so her teeth didn't quite get the usual thorough brushing and she had to skip the mouthwash altogether. Thank god for breath mints, she thought to herself as she grabbed her purse and keys and shot out the door to her Mustang. Traffic was unusually on her side this morning, and she ended up being a few minutes early for her shift. As she made her way to the front door of the building, a bird whistle pinged her phone, informing her she had a new email. When she saw it was from Lance, she felt herself turning blush red. It had been at least a week, maybe more, since the two had corresponded. For the first month or so, not a day went by that they didn't keep in touch at least once. Occasionally it was a phone call, but mostly it was email or text, and usually involved a degree of salacious flirtation. Nevertheless, the last couple of weeks had seen it die down a bit, mostly on his end. The last couple of texts she had sent his way had gone unanswered, so she had forced herself over the past week to stop as well. It was stupid, she knew, and acting this way made her feel like an immature pupil with an unhealthy crush on teacher. Kelly had a strong stubborn side, however, which allowed her to remain silent thus far, no matter how difficult it was. When she saw he was the one to break the silence, she felt a twinge of relief laced with a feeling of victory and pride. This meant he was still there and thinking about her. Kelly had a minute or two to spare before clocking in, so she stayed outside and opened up her email. Kelly, Sorry for being out of touch for so long, been busy with the usual bullshit life throws at you. Hope you're doing well. How's the job? I wanted to let you know that the gang will be coming your way next weekend. The biker convention we usually attend in St. Louis was moved out to Flagstaff. It's gonna be a long ass ride for us, but it will be worth it. We plan to take Interstate-25 so we'll be heading right to you. If all goes to plan, we should be in Santa Fe next Saturday afternoon at the latest. Shane has a buddy from there who apparently has a nice house just outside of the city, so we're gonna spend the night there. I know this is short notice, but Dawg just told me about it yesterday. I understand if you have plans and can't make it, but if you can make the time, it'd be really great to see you. It feels like it's been a lot longer than two months since we first met and since... that night! I think Curt said he was gonna get a hold of Monica and invite her as well, but you should invite her yourself either way. Anyway, let me know as soon as you can if you're able to free some time to meet up with us. I'll send you the directions to the house either way. Hope to see you next weekend, and I apologize again for staying out of touch for so long. Take care, Lance Kelly had to steady herself against the building wall as her mind began spinning in such a flurry that she couldn't see straight. A smile formed on her face despite the wooziness. She was going to see him again. Even when they were writing each other frequently, there was always a small but poignant voice in the back of her head convincing her that when all was said and done and the dust had settled, the fling they had was just that—a fling. With him in Missouri and her in New Mexico, it seemed only a matter of time until the correspondence slowed before stopping entirely. Once her head stopped looping and she glanced at her watch, she saw that although she showed up early, she was now almost five minutes late. She wasn't fazed at all though, as her mind for the next several hours focused solely on Lance. The minutes that morning trickled to seconds, and by the time her lunch rolled around, she was convinced she had worked a full forty hours in the span of four and a half. As soon as she turned her phone back on while lunching at the taco stand across the street, there was a text message waiting from Monica. CALL ME!! was all it said. "Looks like someone else just got an invite," she mumbled to no one in particular as she hit the CALL button. The phone hadn't reached the second ring before Monica picked up and screamed into Kelly's ear. "Oh my God, woman! You will never guess who I just heard from!" "I'm pretty sure I could guess on my first try, I just heard from Lance this morning." "So he told you about next weekend?" she asked, and before Kelly could respond, exclaimed, "They're gonna be here! We're gonna see them again!" Monica probably had even more reason to be ecstatic about the news. Like Kelly, Monica and Curt had kept close contact for the first few weeks, but they began fading quickly after that, and seemed to reach a mutual conclusion that with so many miles between them, it wasn't going to work out long term. As recently as last Friday night, though, Monica got a little too tipsy off mint juleps and spilled to Kelly that she still had strong feelings for Curt, and wished they were still in touch. Now Curt was back on the scene, and Monica could not hide her excitement. "Wait a minute, what makes you think I plan on going?" Kelly couldn't stop from smirking as she asked this. "Oh, whatever, Kell! I know you've been thinking about Lance as much as I've been thinking about that big, strong man of mine!" "Maybe, maybe." Kelly paused for a second to sort her thoughts. "It was quite the experience, but I'm not sure if I'm up for anything like that again. Kind of a one-time thing, you know?" "Yeah, I know what you mean." Monica replied. "It was a fun night, but I wasn't able to walk right for at least a week after that. And if we only get to see them for one night, I'd like to spend as much of it as I can with just Curt." "Yeah, spending some alone time with Lance sounds wonderful to me." A few seconds of silence fell between them, and without uttering a word, both knew that they were going to meet up with Broken Arrow next weekend. "Well, looks like it's settled then Kell Bell. Looks like we're doing this." "I'm down, but maybe we set some ground rules with the guys when we accept their invitations?" Kelly suggested. "Yeah, like maybe we tell 'em we'd like to keep the sausage fest to one apiece." Kelly laughed. "I don't think that's too much for us to ask, now is it?" "Hell no, girl. And if they don't agree, well...fuck 'em." *** As promised, there was an email from Lance waiting for her when she got off work, giving her the address to the house. When she went home and map quested it, she saw that it was indeed just on the outskirts of Santa Fe, a mere 25 minute drive, according to the directions. Kelly came close to texting him back several times that night to confirm she would be going, but she made a pact with Monica that they would wait until at least the following night to accept their respective invitations. Kelly made it until shortly after four before her body simply would not allow her to live one more second without responding to the goddamned email. Although she felt a small twinge of guilt for giving in before the promised time, she was willing to bet good money that Monica had already responded to Curt, possibly as early as last night. She tried her best to keep the email brief and to the point, taking care to keep it free of any anxiety or anticipation. Why yes, she did happen to have that particular evening free, as did Monica. Sure, she could meet up sometime Saturday night, but it might have to be later since she did have this one important thing planned in the afternoon. If there was anything she needed to bring along, she made it clear for him to let her know. At the end, almost as if an afterthought, she mentioned there wasn't much interest from her side regarding having another bout of fun with the entire gang. When she finished and sent it off, she had to ask herself whom she thought she was fooling. He knew, as well as she did, that there was still tension between them, long distance or not. They had made a strong connection that night. Sleep did not come easy that night, or any night really, leading up to the weekend. The week went by much faster than she thought, probably because she experienced it in a distant haze. The thought of seeing him again, holding him again, having him inside of her again, was so fervent that everything seemed to exist in a surreal state. He responded to her email quickly, expressing how glad he was to hear she was going to make it, and that of course there was no intention of them having any more group fun. He made it clear that he wanted her to himself. *** She did not see Monica at all that week, mostly due to Monica being swamped at her own job as a bartender at Dooley's, a dive bar in downtown Santa Fe. Nevertheless, when Friday evening came, Monica was knocking on her door, suitcase in one hand and a bottle of cheap wine in the other. They figured it best for her to crash at Kelly's for the night, and then head out from there the following night. Kelly had three bottles to match Monica's, and by the time all four were polished off, it was well past midnight and neither were quite able to walk, or even stand for that matter. They spent Saturday afternoon shopping, eating, drinking, pretty much anything to pass the time until the evening arrived, all while nursing their respective hangovers. It was after six when they finally felt somewhat alive again, and they found themselves saddled up at a bar close to the Interstate, having some appetizers and trying to catch a new buzz before they made the trek, when Kelly got a text from Lance. Hey Kelly. You two are still coming right? Wow, was someone getting antsy? Yeah, my afternoon plans finished early. Kelly responded. Should be there around 8. See you then. Once they had filled up on chicken wings and mozzarella sticks and were certain they had a buzz to sustain them until they reached the house, they were off to another adventurous and unexpected weekend, although one they hoped would be on the tamer side. As the Mustang pulled out of the bar's parking lot and onto I-25, Monica turned to Kelly, smiling widely. "Has it already been two months since we were in this car, driving to Wyatt Lake and screaming like two little school girls?" "It's crazy, right? Sometimes it feels like yesterday, other times forever." "I miss Curt. Well, Curt and his cock." Monica confessed. "That thing was big and it felt in-cre-di-ble!" Kelly chuckled. "Yeah, Lance's isn't too shabby either. Is it weird that I remember his cock more than his face?" "Ha!" Monica wailed. "Not sure how to answer that one sweetie!" The drive was short and smooth, and before they had time to ask, "What the fucking hell are we doing?" they were pulling into the long driveway of the house occupied by a friend of Shane's. It was big and white, and sat by itself on at least four acres of Santa Fe desert. A long line of motorcycles laid out in front of the wide porch that wrapped around the front of the house, along with several cars. "Looks like quite a gathering." Monica said as Kelly parked and cut the engine. "I get the feeling we won't be the only ladies this time around." "Good thing we have our men claimed already then, yes?" Almost as if on cue, two girls clad in what was supposed to pass as summer dresses came bounding out of the front door, screaming as if being chased by the devil himself. They shot down the stairs in front of Kelly and Monica, and ran off to the side of the yard, still screaming with arms flailing. Someone else crashed through the front door, and when the girls looked up, they saw it was Zack. He had a belligerent grin on his face, and armed with what looked to be a large water gun. "Git back here!" He crooned, "I ain't through with you yet!" As he descended the stairs, he looked up and saw them, and his grin grew even bigger. "Holy Shit!" He yelled as he stopped his pursuit. "They said you was comin', but I thought they might be full of shit!" He dropped his water gun and ran up to them, giving them both a fierce embrace. "Good to see you, ladies," he said as he put his arms around both of them and led them up the porch. "Especially you." He winked as he looked at Kelly. A brief image of Zack sticking himself into her ass that night flashed before her, and an unexpected quiver ran through her body, leaving a pleasurable aftershock. For better or worse, here stood the man that took her anal virginity. A buzzed chuckle escaped him as he gave her a quick peck on her cheek. "Let's get you two inside. Lots of booze and fun to be had. I know the guys will love to see you." The front door opened up to a spacious living room, and the girls saw that indeed, they were far from the only females invited to this shindig. Kelly counted seven of them in the living room alone. "Kelly," a voice spoke from behind her. She turned to see Lance standing midway up the staircase, hand leaning on the railing, a look of happiness on his face. He was just as hot as she remembered. "Lance, hey." She walked to the stairwell. "It's really good to see you." Lance said, unable to unlock his gaze with Kelly. Eventually, his eyes left hers and fell on Monica as he descended the rest of the stairs. "And it's good to see you, too." he said as he brought her in for a hug. "You too sweetie." She gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, and then glanced around her. "You wouldn't happen to know where Mr. Curt might be hiding, would you?" "Not sure, but the last time I saw him he was out by the pool. Just head through the kitchen and you'll see the doors that'll take you right there." "Thanks Lance, I'll leave you two alone and go look for the big lug." Monica gave Kelly a knowing wink as she headed into the kitchen. *** As she entered the kitchen, she saw Dawg, Ike, and Shane. They were surrounded by another five girls, all who looked as if they were as young and new as spring grass. Are any of them even old enough to drink, for Christ's sake? "Monica, baby!" Dawg shouted and stopped the blender he was coddling, making what looked to be margaritas. He ran up and picked her off the ground in a bear hug, spinning her around in a clumsy loop. "Wow!" she said as he set her back down. "Good to see you too!" Ike and Shane each gave her a hug, both much tamer than Dawg's. "We will definitely catch up later, but I am on a mission to find Curt, and was told he might be somewhere near the pool." "I think I saw him out there earlier, but that was a while ago." Ike said. "Well, I'll go check it out. Chat with you guys again soon." She exited through the sliding glass door, and walked out onto a large wooden deck that circled a kidney shaped pool. Two more girls were out here, both swimming and splashing at each other. Monica was actually surprised there weren't more out here swimming. The sun might have set a few hours ago, but it was still very warm out. She searched left and right but found no sign of him. "Excuse me ladies, any of you see Curt around?" "Is he the tall one?" One of them asked from the water. "That's the one." Monica replied in an irritated tone. The two girls began giggling. "Umm, I think he might be in there," the other said, pointing at a small pool house on the other side of the yard. Monica's heart dropped as her mind quickly pieced everything together. She nearly sprinted to the pool house, prepping herself for what she knew she'd see when she opened the door. Faint but familiar moans were heard as she approached, making her heart race faster. She grabbed the handle, and took in a deep breath before swinging the door wide open. There, standing in the corner, was Curt. Curt and a girl. Curt and a slut. Both were completely naked, and she was kneeling on the ground in front of him, attacking his penis with her mouth as he stood in front of her. The door opening startled them, and both looked at her in shock. Wild Riders Pt. 02 "What the FUCK, Curt?!" Monica screamed. "Holy Shit, Monica, I'm so sorry." he said as he scrambled for his clothes that lied crumpled on the floor next to him. The bimbo grabbed her clothes and headed out the door, making no eye contact and stepping lightly around Monica as she went. "Was I invited here to see this shit? You tell me you want to see me, and that you want me all to yourself, but I come here to see you getting your fucking cock sucked by some cunt?" She grabbed a volleyball that sat on the chair next to her, throwing it violently at him. It landed squarely on the side of his head with a solid thud, but it did little to ease the anger she had inside. "Monica, I didn't mean for it to happen. I've been drinking since noon, and this bitch has been on me all damn day. I never would have..." "Oh, go fuck yourself, asshole! I hope she gave you some shitty disease and your ugly prick falls off!" She slammed the door closed, ignoring the chuckles from the pool girls as she bolted for the side fence. The last thing she wanted to do now was go back inside. *** Once Monica left to search for Curt, Kelly and Lance stayed at the foot of the stairs and did some informal catching up. After a few minutes, Lance explained that he had been hanging out in one of the bedrooms upstairs, listening to music and drinking whiskey, and asked if she might want to join him. Kelly accepted and with that, they went upstairs. He took her to what looked to be the master bedroom, and closed the door. "This is nice." She said as she looked around. "A lot bigger than mine, that's for sure." Lance didn't respond, and before she could turn around, his body was pressed up behind her. She could feel his already hard cock rubbing firmly against her ass, and the lust switch turned on inside of her immediately. He began rubbing and caressing her breasts on top of her shirt, while kissing slowly at the nape of her neck. Kelly did not expect it to happen so fast, but she was very okay with it. Besides, that meant they could get a couple more sessions in before he was on his way. All of his neck kissing made her long to feel his lips, so she spun around swiftly and began kissing him with authority, both of their tongues darting about excitedly. Wanting to see his body again, she pulled his shirt off and began licking and sucking on his nipples, which brought on a low and satisfied moan from Lance. She began moving her kisses down his stomach, and slowly got on her knees. She pulled down his swim shorts in one quick motion, and began sucking on him passionately. It did look and taste the way she had remembered, and she found herself getting anxious to put it inside of her. After sucking on his firm dick a little longer, she stood up again and they exchanged another long, wet kiss. Lance yanked her shirt off, and pulled her bra down enough to expose her right nipple, on which he joyously sucked. The feel of his wet tongue made her knees weak and she nearly stumbled. Lance took it as a sign she wanted to lay on the bed, so he nudged her onto it and soon was on top of her, kissing her on her mouth, neck, and everywhere in between. "I want to taste you." He whispered into her ear. "I want to taste you so fucking bad." With that, he slowly made his way down her body, leaving soft kisses on her breasts and stomach as he did so. He wasted no time once he got there, as she instantly felt his tongue licking tenaciously on her clit. She remembered her dream from last week again as he did this and her already giant smile grew larger. Seeming to remember the results from the first time, he entered his finger inside of her as he continued to lick. It felt just as good as she remembered the first time, and although it took a few minutes longer to come this time around, she screamed so loud when it happened, she was convinced everyone in or near the house could hear it. Once her moans and body gyrations subsided, Lance met her face to face and gave her another long kiss. Kelly caught a faint taste of her pussy as she kissed him, and did not mind one bit. With little resistance due to her wetness, Lance slid inside of her and began pounding; her legs sprawled out on either side of him. Kelly couldn't keep her pleasurable whines quiet as he thrusted in and out in a steady rhythm. "I want you to fuck me from behind." Kelly said in a sultry voice as she stared into his eyes. A sly grin appeared on his face, a sudden change in his demeanor. "You want me to fuck you like a dog? Is that what you want?" he asked with fierce authority as he pulled out and spun her around. She stuck her ass up with willing anticipation as he grabbed her rigidly by the hips. "Yes please!" she yelled in a pleading tone, as he slid in and began pumping her with determined force. Kelly could feel his balls slapping up against her wet pussy as he furiously drove himself inside of her. She didn't really expect this rough side of Lance she was seeing, but she didn't mind either. After a few more pumps, he reached with his right hand and grabbed a tuft of her blonde hair. He slowly but steadily pulled on it as he kept invading her. The slight pain from her hair being pulled as she was getting fucked was a winning combination, and she came a second time, this one penetrating her senses more deeply than the first. It was at this moment she realized she had never had sex anywhere near this amazing. He was so hot, and so hard, and he felt so goddamned good. After a few more minutes, Lance finally slowed his rhythm, and pulled his cock out of her. "I want you to get on top," he demanded, as he laid himself down on the bed, erect penis standing proud. "Get on me and bounce like a good little bitch." Again, his aggressiveness impressed and aroused her, and she willingly complied. "You got it, boss." She straddled him and lowered herself onto his unit. It did not take long for her to find a nice bouncing tempo, and he eagerly rubbed at her tits as she did so. They continued like this a while longer, and she was beginning to worry she might run out of steam from the bouncing when Lance stopped her. "I'm gonna come." he said, as she got off him. "I wanna come all over your face." At this point, Kelly was so aroused and so satisfied that she would let him do just about anything to her. "You want to come on my fucking face? Is that what you want?" she asked as she began sticking her tongue out. "Do it. Come on my fucking face." She surprised herself as she said this, but was enjoying the role-playing that Lance had started. Lance knelt next to her body as she laid against the headboard. He moaned and tilted his head back, signaling he was ready to explode. Kelly kept her tongue out, eagerly awaiting his load. His moans turned to shouts as he shot his cum in long spurts across her tongue and face. Kelly smiled as she felt the warmth cover her. When his shouts subsided, she gave his cock one more long suck to get out what cum was left. Lance collapsed on the bed next to her, and seeing the load he had left on her, asked, "Can I get you a towel for that?" Both of them shot into laughter, giddy and overjoyed by what they just experienced. "Please do. I can't quite open my left eye." Lance grabbed a towel from the connecting bathroom and helped wipe off the sexy mess he had made. "Drink?" he asked as they dressed next to the bed. "God yes!" she exclaimed. "That made me pretty damn thirsty. But, it was also fucking incredible." She smacked his ass and kissed the back of his neck as she said this. "Agreed." he said with a smile as he turned and handed her a highball glass a quarter full of whiskey. "That was hot as hell." "I must say you're barbarism was quite a turn on, mister." "What can I say? I guess you bring out the animal in me." He made a poor attempt at a lion's roar and gave her a quick bite on the nape of her neck. Kelly let out a squeal. "Ha, you might want to work on that roar a little bit." *** Monica spent the next hour wandering the land surrounding the house. She thanked the moon for being close to full, allowing her to see clearly enough as she navigated the landscape. She wished like hell she'd had her own car so she could have gotten the fuck out of dodge a long time ago. She was torn, even though she wanted to be anywhere but here, she knew Kelly was probably having a much better time with her man, and she hated the thought of breaking it up or cutting it short. Another half an hour, she said to herself. Thirty more minutes and then I'm going in there, getting Kelly, and fleeing this hellhole. *** Lance turned on some music and they settled back in to the bed, content cuddling next to each other with drinks in hand. They didn't talk much; didn't need to. Both were in a state of bliss that they didn't want to be broken, so they laid propped up against the headboard next to each other, and listened to Pink Floyd singing about the Wall. It wasn't long until the sex, music, alcohol and sheer exhaustion caught up with them, and both fell asleep in each other's arms. *** Monica couldn't wait the full thirty minutes, and found herself walking back to the house ten minutes shy of her goal. She planned on walking through the front door and asking the first person she saw to get Kelly. If that person happened to be Curt, so fucking be it. She ascended the porch steps and opened the door. Gauge and Brock were still in the living room, but only a couple of girls remained. As much as she meant not to, she took a brief glimpse in their direction as she passed through. Gauge was laying on the couch, while a young brunette drunkenly rode him. Her shirt was still on, but she was naked from the waist down. His eyes were shut, making it look as if he were passed out. Brock was on the rocking chair next to the couch, getting a blowjob from a red head. He too, looked as if he might be sleeping through the whole thing. As she approached the stairs, she saw Dawg coming down. "Have you seen Kelly?" she asked curtly. "Hey, we were wondering where you were. You know, Curt feels like shit for..." "Dawg, I'm not mad at you, but I don't want to talk about it right now. Just please tell me where Kelly is so I can leave. Please." "I believe she's up with Lance in the main bedroom, second door on the right." "Thanks." Monica replied as she continued up the stairs. She reached the door and gave it a quick couple of taps. Nothing. She knocked again, this time a little louder, and still nothing. "Kelly?" she asked. When there was no reply, she turned the knob and peeked in. To the right, she saw the two of them laying on the bed, arms around each other and fast asleep. She crept inside, slowly closing the door behind her. Trying her best to be quiet, she stepped over to Kelly's side of the bed and gave her shoulder a small push. Her slight snoring turned to heavy breathing, but that was the only response she got. Monica saw the empty glass on the nightstand next to the bed and figured Kelly probably had one too many drinks tonight. Lucky girl, she thought as she watched her snuggled up next to Lance, right arm around his bare chest. This is what Monica was picturing she would be doing tonight with Curt, lying next to him in bed after an incredible bout of sex. A twinge of jealousy shot through her. She found herself wishing again that she had her own car. She briefly considered taking Kelly's keys and leaving a note asking Lance to give her a ride home, but in the end, she knew it would be a bad move as a friend to leave her here by herself. It seemed she was stuck here for the rest of the night, or at least until Kelly was up and ready to go. The thought of going back out into the house and risking the possibility of running into that creep was unbearable, so she figured she would hole up in the room for the rest of the evening. A half empty bottle of Makers Mark stood on the nightstand next to Lance's side of the bed, and Monica wasted no time in snatching it up. Might as well get tipsy if I'm gonna be stuck here. She cozied up in the chair on the opposite side of the room and began taking liberal gulps of whiskey. The warmth felt soothing as it made its way into her stomach, and it wasn't long until a foggy buzz developed in her head. She tried like mad to block out the scene she witnessed earlier, but it was futile. Her mind continuously replayed what went down in the pool house; that fucking pool house. How could he do this to her? He knew she was going to be there, he invited her for god's sake. Then to blame it on the alcohol and the relentless advances of that slut? As if he had no control over any of it. She took another long swallow from the bottle. She glanced over and watched as the two of them continued to sleep away, so happy and so content. Kelly had since broke their embrace and was laying on her side facing the wall. Lance was on his back, the bed sheet barely covering his nakedness from the waist down. Monica observed his body as he slept; he really was a very attractive man. She had been so enamored with Curt the asshole, that she had never really paid much attention to Lance. He was built and quite handsome. An unexpected stirring started down below, and she had to fight it off. That is Kelly's man you're looking at, don't go there. She instinctively took another pull from the bottle, and realized she had just finished it off. Had she really just finished half of a fifth by herself? The increasing hum in her head told her that yes, she indeed had. She stood up and had to grab the side of the chair to stop herself from tumbling to the ground. She staggered into the bathroom to relieve herself. When she came back out, she looked over again at the two of them, and she saw that the sheet covering Lance had shifted down a bit, exposing his unit. Try as she might, she couldn't take her eyes off it. His pubic hairs were shaved, and his dick was at least three inches in its flaccid state. The alcoholic murkiness that enveloped her brain continued to expand, clouding her thoughts and her judgment. She pictured herself putting his clean-shaven cock in her mouth, and it made her instantly wet. She staggered towards the bed, unable to stop herself. What the hell are you doing, bitch? This is Kelly's man. Just stop it. Her mind was saying no, but her body kept moving towards the bed, focusing on Lance and his exposed penis. Just a quick taste, that's all. A brief suck. The whiskey allowed her to block out her conscience all together, and she found herself kneeling on the floor next to the bed. After a moment's hesitation, she put his soft penis in her mouth and began slowly sucking it. Lance shifted a bit, but didn't wake up. His penis, on the other hand, came to life and quickly began growing in her mouth. Her pussy responded as well, and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, despite all the alcohol in her system. As she continued to suck, she moved her right hand inside of her shorts and underwear, and began rubbing her moist labia in circles with her middle finger. Quiet moans escaped Lance as she kept sucking his erect cock. "Oh, Kelly," he whispered, and his hand touched the back of her head, but he still didn't open his eyes. Monica now entered her middle finger inside of her as she nursed, embracing the wet stickiness as she banged herself, getting more turned on by the second. Soon the sucking and the self-fingering wasn't enough, she wanted more. Monica stopped inhaling his cock, stood up and undressed. Lance moved his head and let out a groan, but still didn't wake. Monica got onto the bed on top of Lance and slipped his erection inside of her, before she could allow what was left of her conscience to come creeping back. He felt marvelous inside of her as she thrust her hips against his body. She caressed and played with her plump, soft tits as she heaved up and down, squeezing her dark nipples and making them fully erect. She managed to keep herself quiet for the first few minutes so as not to wake Kelly, but eventually the pleasure was too great, and she let out a short, but resounding shout. Lance's eyes shot open, and he and Kelly jerked awake simultaneously. "What the fuck?" Lance yelled as he bucked Monica off him, sending her sprawling onto the floor with a thud. It took Kelly a few seconds to break her drunken haze and let the scene before her sink in, but when it did, anger was all she saw and felt. "What in the HELL is going on here? Are you two really fucking, and right next to me?" Lance was still gathering his bearings, a look of confusion on his face. "Monica? What the fuck are you doing in here?" Monica continued to lay on the ground, drunk, naked, and now embarrassed. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm sorry," she wailed as she buried her face in her hands. "I found Curt with some fucking bimbo, then I came in here to find Kelly, and I saw Lance laying here, nearly naked..." "So you decided to ruin my night as well by fucking my man? What a great friend you are!" Kelly shot up off the bed and quickly got dressed. "And you," she pointed her finger at Lance, "you let her do this? You let her jump on top of you and go to town? Was I not enough earlier?" "Kelly, I was knocked out. I remember feeling someone on me but I swear I thought it was you!" "That's bullshit and you know it!" Kelly slipped into her sandals and grabbed her purse. Monica stopped sobbing and looked up at Kelly. "Please don't leave me here. I'm sorry, Kell, I am." Kelly shot past her and opened the door. "I'm sure Lance here would love to give you a ride—whenever you guys are done fucking, that is!" With that, she slammed the door and headed down the stairs. Her cellphone told her it was after four in the morning, and she saw a few sleeping bodies scattered around the living room as she exited the front door. The fury inside of her was maddening as she jumped into the Mustang. Kelly revved the engine a few times before backing up and peeling out of the driveway. She let out a mad scream and pounded her palm on the steering wheel. What just happened? Everything went so great last night. She had such a good time with Lance, so much that she thought she might be falling for him. Then, just like that, she had lost her best friend and what she thought was going to be her boyfriend. Tears rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks as she sped down the highway, putting as much distance between herself and the house as quickly as the car would allow.