by Goode, Ella
Annie’s interested in my fat dick but she also is searching to please me. I can’t remember the last time I had a woman between my legs that wanted to give me pleasure.
Her sensitive peaks tighten under my hands and it’s not enough to hold them. I want to inhale her but first I want to feel her come apart in my hands. Holding her firm against me with one arm tightly banded around her waist, I drop my other hand to her clit.
“You going to come for us, sweetheart? We haven’t had you for an entire week and the house has been pretty quiet without you around. We’re going to need for you to scream out your pleasure. Don’t hold back,” I say.
“Yes, this feels good,” she moans. Her excitement and Easy’s mouth are making her cunt nice and juicy but I know she can get wetter.
“You feel my cock in your back? You feel how hard I am for you? Easy and I are aching to take you.”
“Fuck, Little Red, you are tight.” Easy’s voice is strained. Looking down I see he has one hand between her legs. He’s fingering her while the plug is in. Jesus fuck if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to blow a load all over her back. “She’s soaked,” he says to me.
“We got you, sweetheart.”
“Don’t…” she whimpers.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t stop.” It’s a fierce cry. Half order, half plea. I rub her harder in tight little circles and Easy dives back in, fucking her with his fingers, licking up her juices. His mouth and tongue come in contact with my digits but I don’t care. Nothing matters but bringing Annie pleasure.
It doesn’t take long until our attentions have her throwing her head back against my shoulder and crying out until she’s not much more than a shaking, sobbing mess. Easy rises to his feet and swipes the back of his hand against his mouth.
“Let’s take this into the bedroom,” Easy says.
I lift her easily in my arms and once inside the bedroom, lay her on the bed. Her skirt is discarded and she lounges against the dark sheets. Her eyes are heavy with desire and her legs are wet from her come.
• • •
Annie
Easy and Michigan shuck their clothes in a hurry, almost as if it’s a race. When they are done, I roll to my side and stare at their perfect bodies.
I’ve had them inside me, I marvel. I’ve slept with them—a tangle of arms and legs and torsos. Some deep instinct tells me that they’d do anything for me but there’s only one thing I want. I reach out a hand. “Love me.”
My words jerk them into action and they practically pounce on the bed in excitement. Michigan settles on his back and takes his long, thick cock in hand. He gestures for me to straddle him. As I stretch my leg over his hips, I fear the plug is going to pop out. Worried, I stop and glance over my shoulder.
“Should we take it out?” I ask no one in particular.
Easy replies, “Not yet.”
He climbs on the bed behind me, easing my knee down to rest on the mattress. Then he places a hand on either side of my hips, holding me steady as Michigan’s shaft separates my folds and enters me slowly.
Every part of me begins to throb. My butt, my nipples, my clitoris are all aching for something. Michigan curls upward and captures one breast in his mouth. The ends of my hair tickle my back as I arch, pushing my breast into his face. Suddenly I feel another mouth on my other breast! When I look down, I see two heads. There’s the military close cut of Michigan’s and the longer, light brown of Easy.
Michigan’s broad hands are around my waist while Easy holds my ribs and they both suck hard in unison. The sensation is indescribable. I feel those long draws as if they have a direct connection with my sex. I begin to quiver. Lightning bolts shoot through my body as the two men feast on me with ardor and determination. My torso is nearly covered in their big, calloused hands. The train of sensation hurtles down the tracks at high speed with no brakes and I throw back my head and surrender to it all.
Michigan releases me first, falling back to the pillows and clenching his teeth.
“Get inside her now,” he orders harshly. “I’m not going to last much longer with her cunt squeezing the fuck out of me.”
In my excitement I had barely noticed that Michigan is fully seated inside me. He reaches to where we are joined to squeeze the base of his shaft. “Oh fuck, bro, she is soaked.”
Easy’s hand joins Michigan and they finger my wetness together causing me to whimper and then I come again just from their simple touches.
Easy lifts his drenched hand to his mouth and sucks each finger off individually. “Sweet as sugar, Little Red. Lean forward.”
I collapse onto Michigan’s chest, unable to find the strength to stay upright. Easy repositions himself behind me and I feel the cool touch of the lubricant around my puckered skin.
“Don’t be scared,” he croons. His hand rubs me over and over around my butt. He pulls the plug out and the bazillion nerve endings that are in that passage are lit up. The erotic sensation sends ripples of delight throughout me. Michigan hisses through his bared teeth and I feel his hand tighten between us.
“Sorry,” I mumble to Michigan. I can’t stop the clenching of my sex. Everything they are doing to me is causing me to respond.
“Don’t ever be sorry for being a hot piece, baby. We love this. We love—,” he stops and clears his throat. “We love making you come.”
What was he going to say? That he loved me? That they love me? How is that even possible after our short time together? But isn’t that how I feel? All week I thought of them and how gentle they’d been with me. Neither of them mocked me for living with Father or for being the church secretary. They believe I am beautiful in my dowdy clothes and with my long lanky limbs and small breasts. I’ve never felt sexy before but now, I feel like a goddess worshipped by two nearly immortal men—at least judging by their stamina.
These two see me in a way that I could only dream, in ways that I barely am able to acknowledge within my own private heart. If there is such a thing as soul mates then these two are mine and I’ll do anything it takes to be with them.
Without the plug I feel strange, almost empty. I’d worn it all week, nearly every day, only taking it out for cleansing purposes. Easy inserts one well lubricated finger into my butt and then another but even three of his fingers don’t come close to approximating his girth. When the wide head of his cock pushes at the entrance of that forbidden spot, I clench up causing Michigan to groan and hit his head against the mattress.
“It’s going to feel good,” Easy says in soothing tones. “Let me in your virgin ass, Little Red.”
I force myself to relax which isn’t a simple task when you’re already stuffed full of a nine-inch penis. He moves forward slowly and halts at my whimper. “Ease out to the tip,” he instructs Michigan, who lifts me effortlessly off his penis until only the very top of his head is inside. I feel very empty now.
“I’m ready,” I tell Easy.
“I know you are.” His voice is different, strained with the effort of holding back. I push back as he had told me to do when the plug was first inserted and we both groan loud as the tight ring of my muscles sucks him in. “Christ, you are tight. So fucking tight.”
I can barely make out his words. The sensations are so intense, so bright, so real. He plunges the final distance.
“Now,” I hear him order and then the two begin an act of perfect synchronicity, driving into me and withdrawing in rhythmic bliss. I’m so full of man that the wiring in my brain short circuits and all I can do is ride wave after wave of fantastic feeling. I hear roars of satisfaction in full surround sound as their pleasure infiltrates all my senses. Inside me, I feel the hot splashes of their orgasms and it leaks out, blending their release and my release until we are simply one satiated being.
Chapter Ten
Annie
They let me rest until the next morning and Michigan treats me to a nice massage.
"You pack a pair of jeans?" he asks.
; "Yes. Should I wear those today?"
"We're going to take a ride into Minneapolis. Judge wants Easy to check into something and I'm going as backup."
"And you're taking me with you?" I ask. The lie that Pippa had told my father was that I was going to attend a library get together in the city and that we would stay overnight. That we are actually going is exciting but I don't want to presume anything.
"Yep, you're the first woman to ride bitch on Michigan's bike," Easy says, throwing a helmet and jacket on the bed.
I raise my eyebrows and Michigan nods in confirmation.
"So, I'm popping your cherry," I say daringly.
My saucy comment causes both men to halt in their tracks. Easy is halfway into the closet and Michigan's hands freeze on my shoulders. Easy breaks first, shouting with laughter and Michigan follows soon after.
"You are perfect for us," Michigan murmurs after his chuckles have died off and the glow generated by his approval sticks with me the entire hour or so ride into the city. According to Michigan, the ride is pitifully short but it's the most I've ever ridden and my legs can barely hold me up when I swing off the saddle.
Michigan catches me and sits me back up on the bike, holding it stable while Easy comes over and gives my legs a brief rubdown.
A few people walk by but no one mentions how odd we must look, standing in the parking lot with the two bikes and their leather cuts declaring them members of the Death Lords. The clerk inside the hotel doesn't blink an eye when they ask for one room and a king size bed. Maybe these unconventional relationships are more normal in a city because if the three of us checked into the Snug Bug Motel in Fortune, Mavis Byrne would have died on the spot. Granted, she is in her seventies, but the shock would do her in.
After we check in, Michigan and Easy take me to the mall across the street. I'd been to Minneapolis before with Father, but I've never been to the giant mall. It’s so big I can’t help laughing. I can’t bring myself to buy anything although there are clothes that are sold for a few dollars and a few thousand. We make ourselves huge yogurt cups at a self-serve shop. Michigan has coffee-flavored and adds chocolate and nuts. Easy and I put a little of everything on it.
We ride the roller coaster that spins us up to the ceiling and then down to the floor. Up on the second floor, they pull me into a sexy lingerie shop.
The ladies there are all agog. Michigan blushes and walks out but Easy starts pulling stuff off the rack. I can’t believe what he wants me to wear. The saleslady forces him to leave the small dressing area. Good thing too, because if he saw me trying this stuff on, we’d be doing things that would get us arrested. I get a couple of things at Easy's insistence and he pays. I open my mouth to protest but a glare from his normally open and happy face shuts me down.
On the third floor is a Harley Davidson shop and they buy more stuff for me. I try arguing again but this time it is Michigan glaring.
“You going to ruin this for me?”
“No?” I say uncertainly.
“That’s right. I’m buying this because this is my fantasy and if you want to make that happen for me, you won’t argue.”
I shut up even as I see the haul that they’re selecting. There are shirts, boots, jackets, what looks like leather pants. None of this is anything I’ve ever worn before. Both of them try to muscle their way into the tiny dressing room, but the store clerks know what’s up and both Michigan and Easy have to cool their heels outside.
I walk out in the full garb—the leather chaps, the calf-high laced boots and a white and black moto jacket with orange trim.
“Autumn fucking harvest, man," Easy says mysteriously. Michigan nods.
The gold T-shirt underneath has a V neck that dips low and the push-up bra from the lingerie store makes me look busty. I’ve never looked so good. My legs look long in the dark jeans under the chaps and my few curves are accented by the tight clothing. The garments aren't as comfortable but even I can see how different I look.
"We'll take it all," Michigan says and turns abruptly toward the cashier's counter. Easy reaches down and adjusts himself.
The obvious erection he's sporting makes me blush which only causes him to smile broader. He strolls over and pulls my leather and denim-clad body against him. "You're a righteous biker babe, Little Red. Proud to have you on our bikes and in our bed."
Easy directs me to climb onto his bike and he hands me a helmet that they bought for me at the Harley store.
"We'll have this repainted for you when we get home."
I notice for the first time that both Easy and Michigan's helmets have the Death Lords logo as do their bikes. Swallowing past the lump of happiness in my throat, I nod. "That sounds good." My voice croaks a little and they both busy themselves as if they're afraid if they acknowledge the emotionalism of the moment, I'll start crying. And they might be right but I swallow back the tears of happiness and hop onto the bike.
Easy tugs my arms so that I'm snug against his back, my thighs hugging his. We ride down a street called American Boulevard. At times, Easy reaches down and squeezes my knee.
Back at the hotel, the guys dump my packages in the corner. Michigan drops into the sofa but Easy climbs onto the bed and crooks a finger at me.
"Come over and kiss me, Little Red. Shopping has made me horny."
"Everything makes you horny," Michigan snorts.
I don't care what makes him horny. I only appreciate his open affection. After I take my new boots off, I crawl onto the bed next to him and offer my lips up. At first our kiss is soft and lazy, more sweetness than lust. His big hand cradles my head as he explores the interior of my mouth, licking the roof, pressing against the sides of my cheeks and tapping my teeth with surprising strength. The squishy bed dips, signaling Michigan has joined us. His presence on the bed shoots our caresses from warm into red hot.
The rasp of someone's zipper is cannon loud in the quiet room and then I see denim-covered legs near my head.
Easy breaks away from my mouth and when I turn toward Michigan, his big hard penis is out. On the tip is a drop of milky fluid bisecting the flushed head. I want that and I realize with these two I can take what I want without judgment. Rising on my knees I lean forward and lick it off.
"Open up, sweetheart," orders Michigan hoarsely. When I do, the thick head of his cock is pushed between my lips. This time, he removes his hand, allowing me to set the pace, determine how much I can take. I'm only able to get half of his length inside my mouth before my gag reflex kicks so I mimic his previous actions and cup the base of the shaft in my hands. Between my hands and my mouth, I start sucking in long strokes.
Michigan twists a light hand in my hair making sure that his view of me swallowing him is unobstructed.
In the meantime, Easy is making quick work of my jeans and new lace panties. He fondles me between my legs with two sure swipes.
"Little Red must be horny too because, shit, you are dripping on my hand."
Another time I might have been embarrassed but I know by now this is a compliment. They love that I'm wet and ready for them. Boldly I shake my butt at him.
He wastes no time in entering me. I moan around Michigan's penis and the vibration must feel good because his grip tightens in my hair.
Easy has a palm flat on my low back and another on my hip as he thrusts into me. Each push of Easy's body drives me harder against Michigan. His hand in my hair tightens, pulling my head back and holding me firmly so I don't choke.
In my mouth, Michigan's shaft swells and thickens.
"I’m going to come, sweetheart," he warns. I don't care. I want to swallow his essence when Easy comes inside my sex. I want to be full up with their sperm until I'm overflowing. I suck harder, massaging the length I can't fit in my mouth, using my saliva as lubrication.
Easy reaches around to pluck at my clitoris. Delirium sets in. The onslaught of sensation sweeps me up as Michigan explodes in my mouth, spurting hard and hot jets of sperm all over my tongue. I swallow as mu
ch as I can but soon I feel Easy's orgasm as his strokes become wetter and jerkier. He falls onto his back and pulls me with him. I lie against his chest and his hips pump upwards. Michigan falls between our legs and sucks my clit into his mouth. He doesn't care that his face is close to Easy's penis and sack or that his mouth may come in contact with it. His only focus is on making sure I find my own satisfaction.
I'm helpless under their onslaught with Easy's still hard penis inside me and Michigan's mouth licking and sucking as if he hadn't eaten a dozen times at the mall. They are devouring me with their bodies and it is perfect. I scream out my own release, shaking and trembling as they force me over the cliff, holding my hands as we all jump into the vortex of pleasure.
• • •
I’m a noodle when they’re done with me and they offer to do their club business and come back for me but I’m curious so I muster up my reserve of energy and dress in the clothes they bought me. I wear a thong which feels weird. I guess the only thing I like up my butt is their penises. The thought makes me laugh.
This time I ride behind Michigan and I get that they want me to trade off which makes sense. We arrive at a rundown house in a bad neighborhood. Decay shows in the peeling paint, the trampled grass and the black plastic bags taped over the window openings. Inside the house smells stale. Cigarette smoke, spilled beer and I’m not sure what else. Michigan looks like he wants to lift me up and carry me out.
There’s no actual show like at the granary but there are women here with short shorts and tight tank tops that have Harley across the top.
They are busting out and I’m feeling my own lack distinctly. Feeling quite shy and out of place in my tight new jeans and T-shirt. I have my leather cuff on each wrist though. One from Michigan and one from Easy and those pieces of leather provide a lot of comfort. No one else is wearing one so I wonder if this is just a Death Lords thing. Another girl is wearing a smaller leather cut which has a patch that says "Property of Can Can."
