Sharing the Hucow

by Sarah Sethline

  "You need some, baby?" he asked suddenly, freeing his thrusting cock from the mouth he'd been cramming it into.

  I watched in lustful anticipation as Blane crept down the length of my body and buried his mug between my legs. I felt a stream of hot air sweep over my pussy as he lightly blew across my delicate folds.

  It felt sublime.

  My eyes widened as I watched the badass lean in and get a nice big lick of my pussy. He was dousing it all over with his wet, sweeping tongue, smearing pleasure from one corner to the other and everywhere in between.

  I had to bite down on my lip to suppress a scream -- a scream of intense ecstasy and uncontrollable bliss. My legs were starting to shake, quivering with each spearing stroke of his attentive tongue.

  "Mmmmmmmm," I groaned, deeply and completely, eyes clamped shut so I could focus on the feelings even more.

  I felt Blane's fingers pry my pink lips apart. He took his tongue and began to attack what was inside with crazed lust. He gave the center of my sex a good thrashing before moving up to my clit. Wrapping his mouth around it completely, he started to both suck and fuck it, swirling and prodding and dancing against it.

  I threw my limbs above my head and tore at the bedding, consumed by the torrent of pleasure emanating from my tight young pussy. The higher he lifted my hood with his talented tongue, the harder I found it to breathe.

  Blane lifted his head from his spread and growled, "You like gettin' your pussy licked, baby girl?"

  Did I like it?! FUCK!

  "Yesss... it feels amazing, Blane," I moaned, barely able to form the words.

  I secured my legs tight around Blane's back as he continued to dive into my pussy, lashing my aroused folds with his moist tongue as he slowly inched down my slit. No man I'd been with before had ever been this attentive. I gasped in delighted shock when I felt his prodding muscle jut into my opening. He was force-fucking his tongue as deep into my pussy as it would go, every once in a while retreating to lick, suck and nibble on the sensitive skin of my vulva.

  There was no part of me that my biker couldn't have -- no part he was afraid to take. What may have once been assumed off-limits was quickly turned into a fantastic free-for-all, and I wasn't sorry at all it was this rebel who was the one making me cum.

  Blane was really going at it -- eating and drinking and swallowing my pussy as if he needed it to live. I lifted to arch my back in bliss, senses absolutely flooded and pussy pulsing. He was bringing my pleasure higher, and higher, and higher, and frankly so high, I was beginning to worry I'd be cum-spent before he had the chance to fuck me all the way through.

  Pussy raised clear off the bed and shoved hard against Blane's mouth, I screamed, "Baby, if you don't sink your cock in me RIGHT NOW, I'm going to cum!!!"

  Clearly, he'd be waiting to hear these words all day, my frantic pleading sending him on even more of a frenzy as he lashed and thrashed my void. The pressure was mounting -- my pussy was on fire!

  Blane ceased plunging me deeply with his tongue and moved in to swap it out with his cock.

  "That's right, put that big beautiful cock of yours deep inside, where it belongs," I purred, eyes locked on the thick girth he was beginning to ram in.

  "I'm gonna fuck you now, baby," whispered the badass, the scruff of his five-o'-clock shadow brushing into my cheek.

  "You'll be begging every guy you fuck afterwards to fuck you like I'm gonna fuck you right now."

  "Oh, yes. Oh, god!" I gasped, anxious at the thought of being fucked so completely.

  I stayed perfectly still as Blane entered my hot, tight passage, which was hypersensitive from the things he'd done to it just moments before. A soft contented sigh escaped my lips as I felt his amazing cock fill me up bit by bit. I knew how desperately we both needed a release, so I was fully prepared when he began to slam into me hard and deep.

  Blane kept forcing his huge rod further into my pussy until he was stuffed all the way inside. A look of immense satisfaction swept across his steely face, as if he were just now fully registering the primal nature of our act.

  "Oh, fuck yes. Goddamn, that feels good," he moaned, his cries of ecstasy turning me on.

  As Blane penetrated me with his full length both deeply and completely, it truly felt like he belonged. He was sliding it in and out more gently now, really taking his time to savor every last stroke.

  "Mmmmmmm... mmmmmm..." I murmured in an almost non-stop stream, Blane's dick dipping in and out of my pussy in an agonizing tease.

  It was the largest cock I'd had by far, but at no point did I experience anything less than incredible, warm, radiating pleasure. And the yummy feelings were only spreading outwards from my cock-filled cunt.

  I'd been with plenty of men before, but this -- this was something different. Blane wasn't just thrusting my pussy, he was caring for it, moving inside me in a way that brought both passion and pleasure.

  In and out I felt him, his strokes ranging from deep and needful to fast and frantic. The times he would shift to withdraw from my pussy, I squeezed my walls to bring him back in, desperate for every filling inch of his pleasure-piercing sword.

  Despite my best efforts, Blane did eventually free himself from my clenching, cock-hungry pussy, moving to give me a small kiss on the mouth. At first I was confused -- neither of us had cum from fucking, after all -- until he laid down and I felt him start to flip me over.

  He was pulling me on top of him, allowing me to take control. The fact that he was open to being vulnerable, too, caused me to swoon even harder. I happily stuck my legs on either side of him and used a hand to guide his shaft into my slit, lowering myself on his hard member until it filled me to the hilt. It was a slow, sensual insertion, and one that I kept inside me without moving after I'd first slid it in.

  "Aaahh... you feel sooo fucking good," I murmured, my full weight heavy on his engorged rod.

  I gazed intently into Blane's eyes, seeing how much he needed me to finish this -- to finish him. I began to buck my pelvis forward and back, grinding my hot, steamy pussy into his pubic bone. The slippery lips of my pussy clung tightly to the base of Blane's glistening cock as I drove his shaft up and down inside me.

  "I'm going to make you cum, Blane -- not too much longer," I promised as I picked up the pace of my slamming thrusts.

  The heat exchanged between us had reached scorching levels. I couldn't believe how insanely satisfying this was, ramming this bad boy's cock up in me in ways that made us both writhe with pleasure.

  Blane had his eyes focused on my tits, which were bouncing up and down rather violently now as I thrashed on top of him even harder. The hair he loved running his fingers through so much was jumping, too, swaying wildly in an almost headbang fashion.

  Just then the biker arched his back, causing his cock to dive in even deeper. It was a move that sent ecstasy to an entirely new part of my pussy.

  "Oh shit! Oh my god! I'm cumming, Blane!!" I hollered, continuing to drill down over and over, causing him to slam into me harder and harder.

  Wave upon wave of raw pleasure overwhelmed my hot, young body, lighting me to my core. The rest of the world was but a blur as I came harder than I'd ever had before. And just when the pleasurable feelings were starting to subside, I was unexpectedly and involuntarily thrown into another bout of body-racking bliss.

  I couldn't believe it! The badass was making me cum... again! His fuck was so fantastic, I was cumming in sequels!!

  I ran my nails down Blane's tight, chiseled abs and screamed with pleasure.

  "Fill me, please! Please, please fill me," I wailed, slamming his hard rod into my soaked pussy with renewed fervor.

  I grabbed onto Blane's stiff cock with my walls as tightly as I could, manic to lure out his hot streaming seed. My clenching cave throttled my biker's climax to the very edge, and within moments, he had his hands latched on either side of my hips, ready to unload.

  "Mmmm, uhhh... ohh FUCK!!" yelled Blane as he unleashed deep into my pussy, shaft jerk
ing in endless spurts as he painted my insides with his seed.

  Slowly, his tight grip on my hips began to loosen, his cock finally done coating cream deep into another one of his satisfied conquests. He didn't move to slide out of me, however -- his cock stayed buried inside while he drew me in close for an embrace.

  As we both struggled to catch our breath, I laid my head to rest on Blane's chest, a bit taken aback by the extreme contentment I felt right then. In that moment, I knew what I'd shared with my badass had been more than just sex... it had been something much deeper.

  ***************

  Awhile later -- I have no idea how long -- I awoke and found myself resting peacefully against Blane's big, broad chest. Feeling a bit uncomfortable from the intimate position I'd found myself in, I slowly started to shift off him. My movement stirred him, though, causing him to reach out and grab onto me even tighter.

  He held me like that for a few minutes, my heart fluttering all the while. Then Blane moved to turn on his side, gently placing me on my back as he got up to pull on his pants and boots. I started to get up, too, quickly realizing how hot and sore my pussy was.

  It was an aching reminder that I'd been fucked, and fucked good.

  As I went to pull on my underwear, I felt a line of the biker's thick fluid ooze out of me, staining my panties. I was tempted to never wash them again, it got me so hot.

  "You ready to go home baby?" asked Blane, popping the collar of his stiff leather jacket.

  "I'd rather go with you," I answered breathlessly, all the fantastic sex we'd had gone to my head.

  "There's nothing for me in Petite."

  It was a bit out of character for me, throwing all caution to the wind. I'd been with a lot of guys, sure, but I always made damn sure to check them out forwards and back, for my own protection.

  "Well, the night's still young, baby," replied Blane as he downed another glass of Scotch and gathered the keys to his bike.

  "Come on."

  I followed Blane out of our little abandoned love shack and back out to his bike. When he lifted me with his strong arms back into the hot leather seat, the connection I felt between us was undeniable.

  It felt like I was his.

  Blane swung his right leg over the bike and slid in between me and the front. This time when I wrapped my arms around him, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

  "Not too tight this time, babe," grunted the badass, turning his head to give me a small smirk.

  Blane's bike started suddenly, and powerfully. We tore away from our forbidden fucking ground and were soon back on the open road. Once again, I hadn't a clue where we were going, and it was exhilarating. Just the wind in my hair, hot leather beneath my ass, and the best fuck of my life between my legs...

  I could get used to this.

  On the way to our next mystery destination, Blane stopped at a 24-hour diner so we could grab something to eat. We were both quite famished from our hardcore roll in the hay and needed to refuel. While we were eating, I could tell people were checking us out, wondering what a nice girl like me was doing with a thug like Blane. It was clear my biker gave zero fucks about what anyone had to say (or in this case, not say). His attention was on me, and me alone.

  After our meal, we thundered on a ways until we reached the outskirts of the tri-state area. We were rolling through some fairly rough neighborhoods now, the kind where anyone with a lick of sense wouldn't be.

  Eventually we reached the address of yet another run-down building. Unlike the motel we'd been in earlier, however, this one was far from abandoned. In fact, it seemed we would soon be in similar company, as a dozen or so Harleys -- some of them rat bikes -- were filling its driveway.

  The biker's motorcycle roared to a halt. Blane jumped off, lowered his kickstand, and quickly turned to me.

  "Baby, are you ready to get off?" asked Blane, emphasis on the words "get off".

  I smiled and nodded, very much up for anything.

  Again he helped me off the bike, his arms lingering around my waist just long enough to bring me in for a little kiss.

  "Where-- where are we?" I struggled to say once my lips unlocked from his, nervously following Blane as he started to make his way around the back of the house.

  "Someplace special, baby. Secret. My roots... my crew," explained the biker over his shoulder.

  Before long we were at a sliding glass door, which Blane opened without hesitation. I stood, frozen, when my eyes met what lie just inside.

  Not four feet in front of me was a skinny rail of a guy, his arms heavily tattooed and his cock heavily involved in the folds of a large woman from behind. They didn't seem to mind at all that we'd dropped in, and it was an openness that got my loins purring.

  "Hi, honey," a voice greeted me, a voice that I traced to yet another naked woman, this one pressed against the wall with her legs spread open as her partner gave it to her hard.

  It was one of the most incredible sights of my young life, being thisclose to acts so primal. My heart was pounding in double time, my whole body flushed and hot.

  "Um... hi," I said meekly, trying my best to avert my eyes away from the fantastic fucking all around me.

  The woman I'd seen getting pounded first tossed her crimped brown hair over her shoulder and grinned.

  "It's okay, honey, you can look."

  All eyes were on me, my legs shaking. I suddenly realized that Blane was no longer by my side -- that he'd disappeared -- and that terrified me.

  Should I have tried to make a break for it, run out the door and flee, even though I had no idea where I was?

  Sensing my discomfort, the thinner, more attractive of the two women unpinned herself from being fucked against the wall. To my surprise, she sauntered right up to me and placed an arm around my shoulders.

  "Oh, Sugar, this is all brand new to you, huh?" she asked sympathetically.

  "Is it that obvious?" I said with a small smile, casually glancing around the room.

  "Oh, you're funny," replied the woman, turning to call over her shoulder to the guy she'd been fucking, who was on his way out.

  "Hey, Jag, she's funny!"

  The woman smelled of sex from head to toe, but it wasn't an altogether unpleasant scent. In fact, it kind of turned me on.

  "I'm Di," said the woman, casting my body a quick look up and down.

  "Who are you?"

  "I'm Blane's girl," I found myself saying, a bit surprised that I was already identifying myself as "his girl".

  "Oh really -- which one?" asked Di matter-of-factly.

  Well that certainly wasn't what I wanted to hear. I'd led myself to believe what Blane and I had shared was special -- that he didn't make just anyone cum that good.

  "Uh, I mean-- I'm, um... Avril," I quickly said, hoping to change the subject.

  "Well that there's Big Bob and Rosie," Di said, pointing with two digits in the direction of the fucking couple.

  I couldn't help but detect the distinct scent of pussy on her fingers as she did so.

  Their privates still interlocked like puzzle pieces, the couple smiled and gave a nod of recognition. I slowly and nervously smiled back, my eyes transfixed by the sight of Big Bob's big cock sliding in and out of Rosie's snatch. I didn't want to stare, but it was as if I were hypnotized, watching this stiff slick shaft plunge in and out of Rosie's very wet, very aroused pussy.

  Maybe THAT'S where he got that nickname, I idly thought as Bob continued to drive his impressive member into Rosie, making her breasts bounce.

  "Like what you see?" Di suddenly asked, noticing my intense gaze.

  My face turned hot all over as I turned to look at her meekly. To my amazement, I found she had her hands busy down below... Di was getting off to the sight of them fucking!

  "Don't fret, Sweetbutt; Big Bob and Rosie -- they like it when you watch," explained Di as she stroked herself furiously.

  I returned my gaze to the fantastic sight of them fucking, a little less embarrassed th
is time.

  "But they like it even better when you join," continued Di, which, no doubt, caused my mouth to drop on the spot.

  Noticing my shock and slight discomfort, Di chuckled and said, "You enjoy a good fuck, don't you?"

  Clearing my throat, I decided to be brave.

  "Of -- of course I do," I answered slyly, which -- in all honesty -- was the goddamn truth.

  "Good. Blane said you were a wild one in bed," replied the biker, bringing a finger up to re-wet it in her mouth.