by Lauren Wood
“I can’t believe that I’m going to be doing this with another woman. I don’t think anybody would have been able to convince me to do this other than John. He really does have me in the palm of his hand. This is, so much better than the first time. We were awkward, but we still managed to blow each others minds.”
They both moved to their knees, looking up at John’s very hungry and determined eyes. They stared at each other, before moving in and using their own body language to determine who was going to do what.
Nina started off with licking around the head, while Julie concentrated on the heavy laden balls. They continued to move closer, until they were licking up one side each and then meeting at the top for a very sloppy kiss.
This of course made John very happy and he soon found himself untethered by conventional thinking. He grabbed Nina by the hair, made her look at him and then force fed his big sausage into her mouth. She gagged momentarily, but then she got the general idea, until he finally relinquished his hold and did the same thing to Julie.
He moved back and forth from one to the other, feeling the differences in the heat inside their mouths and the way that their tongues were working along him and the length of the shaft. He found both of them pleasing, but if he had his choice, he would say that Nina had beaten Julie by just a little bit.
He felt somebody unbuttoning his shirt and looked to see that Julie was reaching up and doing exactly that. Nina had used her hands to unbutton his pants and now was moving them out of the way. His underwear did not remain snug up against his crotch and now they had an open season on his love tool.
“He tastes so good, but the added bonus of having Julie share this with me makes it all worthwhile. I never thought for a moment that I would meet John and then come back to this place and do unthinkable things to each other. Meeting Julie was like having the icing on the cake and speaking of icing, I want that hot seed. I know that she wants it too, but now I have to wonder which one of us is going to get it.”
Nina and Julie let John have his way with their mouths, until they could feel that the product of his lust had become something that was about to boil over. They stopped at exactly the same time.
“I think that Nina and I have come to a consensus, John. She would really like you to fuck her again. This time, she’s going to get down on her hands and knees, plant her face in my pussy, while you bang her repeatedly with that nice piece of meat between your legs. What are you waiting for? I just gave you an order and I expect you to follow it to the letter.” She was finding getting in touch with her dominant side was something that she would like to do again. “Come on, I know that the both of you want it, so why deny yourself, when the object of your desire is right in front of you.”
There was really no way that John was going to pass up this opportunity to fuck the love of his life that had gotten away and watch, as that same woman gave Julie oral gratification. He just didn’t know how Nina felt about it and was waiting for her to make the next move.
“I think that is a great idea. I would like to see what it takes to make her cum all over my face. Maybe seeing me do that to your friend’s wife will give you that extra jolt of excitement that will make your next explosion even that much more memorable.” “If my friends could see me now, they would think that I had lost my mind. None of them know that I have secret tendencies that I only live out in the comfort of my bedroom with my own hand and a few toys in my collection. This is, so much better and the very idea that Julie’s husband is not more than a few feet away is only making this that much more exciting.”
Julie lay down on the floor, spreading her legs and letting that dress bunch up at the waist. She easily removed her panties, swinging it around on her finger, before tossing it aside.
Nina got into position on her hands and knees with her tits hanging free and feeling John, as he lifted her dress, so that he could see the beautiful outline of her puffy pink lips.
Grabbing her hips, he defiled her with one stroke that made her inadvertently scream. He reached out and grabbed her head and pushed her down and gave her the idea that he wanted to keep her mouth shut by giving her something to occupy her mouth and tongue with.
“Oh yeah, John, make her eat my little cunt. You know that bitch wants it and she’s been eying me like I was some kind of desert from the moment that we met. Well…she really doesn’t waste any time.” Julie could feel Nina’s tongue flicking at her clit and then making a beeline for her hole that was already waiting with the wetness that made it easier for her to slide deep inside.
Nina moaned and that translated to a vibration that was now making Julie realize that only a woman truly knows what a woman wants. They have control of the equipment 24 hours a day, where as a man only has possession of it maybe a couple of hours at a time. She was very much aware of her own body, as Nina plunged into her hole over and over again with her fat and agile tongue leading the way.
John was leaning over and watching this display and it was making his cock beat to its own drum. He could feel his balls filling to overcapacity and he now had to wonder who was going to be the recipient of it. On one hand, he had the hot hole of Nina grasping him and trying to milk the seed from his nuts. On the other hand, he had Julie; a woman that he coveted for a long time, but never had a chance to be with. It was a constant struggle, but he tried to remain in control, taming the beast from within and not allowing his natural instinct to take over. Instead of fucking her hard, he did it slowly, pulling out, until the head was the only thing that remained. He loved seeing her lips caress his knob and the wetness that was now glistening on his shaft.
Nina was out of her mind with pleasure and she raised her head and said “I need you to fuck me, John. And make it hurt.” I can’t believe that I just said that. He must think that I am such a slut. I suppose I am in his eyes and I have to admit that I liked it. I usually have to hide my true intentions, until I get to know a person better. I don’t have to do that with John. We already know each other better than most people will ever know each other.”
“You heard her, John. Give it to her, but don’t let yourself go. I still haven’t had the pleasure and I want it.” Julie could almost feel John’s cock inside her and Nina was doing a hell of a job in mimicking a true lipstick lesbian.
John was breathing heavy, getting his fingers into Nina’s hips and then he felt those tremors inside her and they began to grow, until they were vibrating along him. No other woman had done that before. He was close to blowing his top, but he abstained for long enough to let her enjoy the full scope of her own orgasm.
Nina felt her whole body electrified and then she turned slightly to her side to see that his cock, covered in her own juices was now ready to give Julie what she wanted. She grabbed that cock by the base, held him steady and she fed him into Julie’s tightness.
Nina thought that she would be jealous, but it was very fascinating to see this woman get split apart by John’s massive offering. That stick of dynamite was ready to go off. It fueled him along and Nina began to slap his ass hard. The jarring impact and the stinging sensation caused him to ride Julie like a runaway bull.
I’m cumming…I’m cumming…I’m…CUMMMMMMMMINNNNG.” Julie had already been close by Nina’s mouth, but John fucking deep inside her was the final and last straw.
This of course initiated a chain reaction and John was barely able to pull free of Julie’s greedy little cunt. He looked to Nina and saw that she was getting into position with her mouth open on top of Julie’s stomach. John aimed and felt like a month’s worth of creamy goodness was now coming out of him. It wasn’t, as explosive as the first one up against the house, but it was quite satisfying for all concerned.
Julie was the first one to leave and she met Michael on the other side of the doorway, where he took her hand and dragged her upstairs and into the bedroom.
Nina and john heard the bedsprings and smiled, before leaving and going back to her place for a marathon sex session that lasted all
weekend.
Nina soon found out that she was pregnant and they were both over the Moon with the news. Even her child was tickled pink by the prospect of having a sibling. They were a real family and John had decided to take a step back from his duty to his country. He was still consulting, but he did not have to take any unnecessary risks. He found enjoyment in the most mundane things and when he finally saw his son, he became a father from the moment that the kid wrapped his little hand around his finger.
Nina was happy and to think it all started by taking advice from her best friend to go to a grocery store.
THE END
BAD BOY BIKER ROMANCE
DESIRED BY BIKER
Derrick Jonas slowed down as the figure grew closer in the distance. It was a nasty night out, hell if he wasn’t trying to get away so badly he wouldn’t even be out on a night like this. The rain was coming down in folds, as if the skies had opened up and a bucket was being poured down to earth. Why was this person out on the side of the road on a night like this? Derrick wasn’t positive until he was almost stopped and about 20 feet from the figure that it was actually a person and not simply a figment of his imagination.
“What are you doing out here?” He said, looking at the soaked figure in front of him. Her hair was long and brown; it was wet, hanging over her eyes. Derrick looked closer at her, he barely could make out her dark brown eyes, but he saw fear in them.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asked her, walking towards her now that he had parked his bike.
She looked up finally, realizing there was another person with her now. Derrick saw a small spark of fear in her eyes, and she began to back up.
“I’m not going to hurt you. It’s okay. Come on; let’s get out of this weather.” He waited to move toward her though.
It took a few minutes before she seemed to decide he was okay. But she didn’t move towards him, instead her shoulders slumped in and she began to fall forward. Derrick moved quickly to make sure she didn’t fall, grabbing her a second before she sunk into the wet floor of the waiting ground. He picked her up and carried her to his bike.
“Look I’m going to need you to hang onto me so you don’t fall off.” He looked into her eyes, waiting for some kind of response that she understood. She shook her head, but he wasn’t sure, so instead of putting her behind him, he placed her in front of him.
Derrick started up the bike, hoping that there was some shelter coming up soon. This girl looked soaked to death, and scared along with it. There was a little part of his mind screaming out, don’t take her anywhere, leave her there, let whatever will happen, happen.
It was the good guy in him that won out in the end though, the one that had been hidden for many years now. But there was no way he would be able to continue down the road, leaving this helpless young woman there, without help, or shelter.
As he drove his mind kicked into overdrive, and he began to wonder. The questions came at him with a force so great; he almost had to yell out for them to stop. Who is she? Why is she out there near the forest, on the side of the road? What is she so scared about? Too many questions and no time to ask them, at least not right now, maybe later.
He saw the hotel come out of the tapestry of rain as he got a few miles up the road. Derrick began to pull over and felt the girl tense up a bit. “I have to stop; it is too dangerous to drive right now.” The rain had begun to come down even harder in the past few seconds. Derrick knew his bike well enough, and his skills to know that there was no way that what he was doing was safe.
The girl shook her head in response. Derrick pulled in and got off the bike, then lifted her, setting her on the ground. She stood on her own, though a bit precariously. He wrapped his arm around her slight frame and felt her body tremble.
“Come on; let’s get out of the rain and cold.” He pulled her towards the restaurant that was beside the hotel. Even though he really wanted a bed and some much needed sleep, he knew this girl would think he was trying to do something bad to her.
The waitress placed them near the back of the restaurant, which was perfect for Derrick. He loved being out of the way, away from where he could easily be spotted. When the waitress came back for their order, Derrick got them both some coffee. The girl looked like she needed something to help warm up her body, and Derrick knew that and the caffeine were something he would be able to handle as well.
“So you want to tell me what you were doing out there?” Derrick said looking into the dark brown eyes of his unknown guest.
As she sat there, he studied her more closely. Her face was nice, but she wasn’t striking, however, there was a strange pull in his body. Her mouth was small and pleasant; it was also a bit crooked. There were many contradictions to her. A mixture of beauty, and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. At least that was the only thing Derrick could compare how she looked.
Maybe she had been hit in the past, and those were old scars that had healed, leaving a permanent mark on her skin, and her soul. But Derrick still waited for her to answer, until that point it was all just guesses.
Her voice was so low when she started talking Derrick almost missed it. Thought it was the music playing from the juke box, or anything else, except her voice.
“He left me there. He said he was done with me once and for all, that I would never see him again.” Tears began to stream down her face. She stopped talking and just looked as the tears rolled; there was no sound with the tears though.
Derrick knew that state, it was one where you had cried so much about an event that you had no emotion left, but the tears just wouldn’t stop. He wished he could hug her, comfort her even, but knew it would be too forward.
Instead Derrick looked down at the table and allowed his mind to float back to the time in his life that had been normal. It seemed like a lifetime ago, even though it had only been a few years. Those years he had been happy, living a normal life, one that had him smiling each and every morning he woke up. He would gladly go back to those days, but they were too far away now.
It hit him like it did every time he would think back, the pain and anguish was always quick to replace the feeling of happiness he would first feel when he thought back. Now it was a mixture of shame, anger, grief, depression, and a bit more anger in the mix.
Had he done it differently, would he be where he was right now? It was part of the overall process of his grieving during this memory. He thought he had considered every option there was in this situation, but maybe the right one hadn’t come to his mind yet. So he would scour every recess of his mind to think of the other things that he might have done all those years ago.
What would he do with that new plan though? It wasn’t like he could turn back time and go to that one fatal night. No so why did he do it each and every time? Derrick often chastised himself about this type of thinking, but he would never change the pattern. Each time he would do this to himself, each and every step was the same, however, that didn’t mean he ever stopped it.
If he sat long enough he could see her long brown hair flowing behind her as they rode in the car. She was so beautiful, so much of his heart belonged to her, that after all this time just the memory of her would make it ache. Tears threatened to escape from his eyes, but he would stop them. It had been too long; he shouldn’t even waste his time on this. But he had to do it.
She had turned to smile at him and say something; he had looked over at her too. Taken his eyes off the road, only for a split second, but that had been long enough. Derrick tried to turn the memory off, stop it; he didn’t want to see anymore.
He cleared his mind, and looked up at the girl sitting across from him. He wondered what her story was, why had this guy simply left her on the side of the road.
Derrick took a deep breath in, trying to stop the memory that was trying to push the way to the front of his mind. He couldn’t do it right now, there was no way. He wasn’t ready to live the rest of that night, not right here, not now. It took him several mi
nutes to compose himself enough that he could look up at her once again.
He looked up and saw her brown eyes, shinning, and staring right at him. She was studying him, he felt raw and open, like she could see into his inner core. He felt a blast of quick shame, and looked down to shake his head once again.
There weren’t many people who would ever see that part of him, in fact he couldn’t think of one. But he had not been paying attention. Had wanted to give her the time she needed to think of her pain, relive her past. Derrick had taken too long in his own past though, and she had finished hers. After all it was much fresher for her, it had happened recently, today even.
I know how this feels, Derrick thought to himself. Maybe I can help her. But he knew he shouldn’t do it. Instead he should simply pay for her coffee, give her a few dollars and leave her there. She would eventually find her way back to wherever she was from. It really wasn’t his problem, and he should just stay out of it.
But he looked back up at her, and saw the flash of pain in her eyes. Was it for him or for her? He wasn’t sure. But he saw the compassion that also came across her eyes. It had been so long since he had seen that look. It made him tingle inside. The good guy in him won the battle at that very moment. He wouldn’t be able to walk away and ever live with himself. It would be too much on what already weighed deeply on his soul.
“What is your name?” He asked her. Finally bringing his mind around enough that he could focus on the reality of what was in front of him.
“Mackenzie, Mac for short.” She said.
Derrick studied Mac a bit closer. He still saw a little bit of fear in her eyes, but not near as much, now that they were inside. “That’s an odd nickname for a girl.”
“I grew up with three brothers and they treated me like a boy too. So needless to say they gave me a boy’s name. It stuck through the years, and I’m so used to it I never changed it.
