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The biker only lived about 5 minutes from the bookstore. I stuck on his tail as I followed, because I figured I'd have some fun if I could manage not to lose him. ... It's not often you find a submissive biker...
We pulled into his place, a typical ranch-style home on an average street, and went inside. His girlfriend was sitting on the couch pulling on a pair of running shoes. She was dressed to go jogging, with a t-shirt and short nylon shorts.
"Who's this?" she asked as she stared at me.
"A new friend from the bookstore," her boyfriend growled.
"Of course," she said, a smile curving across her face. She looked up at me, sizing me up. "You must either be hung like a horse or a damn good fucker for him to bring you home."
"Both" I said to her. I turned to biker man and began to exercise my control over the situation. "Why aren't you stripped yet?" I asked him. He dutifully sat and began pulling off his heavy boots. I turned back to the girl and extended my hand. "Pleased to meet you..."
"Donna Gail," she said, rising to shake my hand firmly. She was built like an athlete, or maybe even a body builder. She was fairly tall, with long, powerful legs, muscular arms and a solid upper body. She also had nice breasts, probably augmented by surgery. She had shoulder-length dark hair, and she was well tanned.
The biker was now naked and he stood. His very average-size dick stood up at attention.
"Would you like to join us?" I asked Donna Gail. "He asked me to fuck him."
"Sure," she said, and stripped off her t-shirt, revealing a jogbra underneath.
I also began stipping down. "Do you have a strap-on dildo?" I asked her.
"Yes," she said, puzzled.
"Is it bigger than this?" I asked, pulling off my pants and stoking my rising meat to its full length.
"Uh, no," she said, eyes wide and a catch in her breath.
"Then you should get the first crack at your boyfriend's asshole," I said. "Ladies first, I always say."
We stepped into the bedroom and I positioned the biker across the bed, face down, so that his ass was exposed. Donna Gail pulled out her dildo, strapped it around her waist and lubed it up with something from a tube on the night stand. I stepped around and began feeding him my cock. She stepped between his splayed legs and pushed the head of the dildo into her boyfriend. He stiffened and groaned around my dick as she entered him. She began fucking him with steady strokes, and I admired her muscles as she did so.
"Get him nice and ready for me," I instructed her. "And you get my dick nice and wet," I told him.
After five minutes or so I lifted my cock from his mouth and moved around the bed. Donna Gail stepped back, eyeing my glistening dick with a big smile. Without any preamble I placed the fat head of my cock against his asshole and pushed. Her lube job had him slick for me, so I slid in to the hilt without much resistance. His ass was tight, though, and he definitely enjoyed a big hot cock rather than a cold plastic one. He groaned and bucked under me, as I drove into him with deep strokes, pulling out until the head of my dick almost popped out, then driving back down until the very base of my cock was against his ass.
He was loving it. There was a rocking chair beside the bed and Donna Gail pulled off the strap-on and sat down, with the perfect vantage point to watch her man get fucked in the ass. I gave her an amazing performance, I must admit. I fucked him for all I was worth. At one point Donna Gail said "Save some of that for me." I laughed and hissed back "Don't worry, sweetheart, you'll get plenty." I looked at her and she had one leg over the leg of the chair, and was stroking her pussy.
After a long time I decided that cumming would feel good and I withdrew just in time to spray my load across his ass and back. Donna Gail handed me a towel from the bathroom and I wiped him off, then helped him to his feet. He was wobbly.
"Sit!" I ordered him, pointing to the rocker. Silently he obeyed.
Donna Gail climbed onto the bed. I pushed her legs open and began eating her out, and roughly. She went wild as I attacked her clit with the point of my tongue. She cried out as I licked her as deeply as I could reach. She had shaved her pussy and I loved the way it looked. And tasted.
As soon as my dick had recovered to its full hardness I stood and moved it against her cunt lips. She pushed against me and my cock slid slowly into her, splitting her apart. She groaned, and then again more loudly, as I buried a foot of hard cock into her pussy. I filled her utterly, and she loved every inch of it. I began fucking her with the same deliberate strokes I'd used on her boyfriend, slowing gaining speed. Her head rolled back and I thought she might pass out. I looked over at biker man and he was stroking his cock, his eyes glued to the spot where my dick was pounding into her open sex.
Donna Gail was enjoying one long multiple orgasm. After a while I flipped her over and entered her from behind. She had a very nice round ass and I stroked it as I fucked her. I thought about fucking her asshole. I grabbed the lube from the table and began working it into her little rosebud. "Oh no," she groaned, "not that. You're ... too big..." She was shaking her head from side to side. But she wasn't trying to pull away. "Yeah baby, whatever," I grunted. "Tell her how good it feels to take it up the ass," I told her boyfriend.
"Yeah, baby, it feels damn good," he said.
With that I withdrew from her steamy pussy and began working it slowly into her ass. It was tight, but not impossible. I didn't want to hurt her, but she was pushing back against it so I knew she was up for it. I finally worked several inches in and began stroking. She groaned, cussed and babbled all at the same time. Her asshole was incrediblely tight and hot and I could feel another orgasm building. This time I let it fly into her rear channel, and she screamed as she felt the hot liquid stream into her. "Oh fuck!" she yelled, and I knew she had cum too.
I withdrew and turned to the biker. He immediately leaped forward to clean my cock with his mouth. Donna Gail flipped over and lay across the bed, exhausted.
I pulled my clothes on and saw a pen and an envelope on the table near by. I scribbled the name of a bar and a time down with my cell phone number and handed it to Donna Gail. "I'll see you here tonight, right?" I said with all the authority I could muster.
"Yes," she said. "Sounds good to me. See you there."
"Wear something sexy," I said. I gave her a kiss, shook biker man's hand, gave him a quick kiss, and exited through the front door.
Never did find out that guy's name.