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Our next stop was Milwaukee. Ken was excited to see the Harley Davidson factory, and there was some kind of anniversary celebration to boot. We had ever days of traveling alone before then, it was a little like we were dating; Ken and I seemed to take extra care of each other, enjoying each other’s company. I found I was excited to see him excited, he talked about the upcoming motorcycle factory tour endlessly, and his energy was infectious.
Just outside of town, we stopped at a small motel, and started to unpack. I had days worth of laundry to deal with, Ken said he’d figure out some dinner.
I returned to the room just as a motorcycle pulled up, and the rider with his passenger stiffly got off. The man was short, around 5’4? Built like a bodybuilder, his face tanned and windburned, a weeks beard growth on his face. The woman was much taller, maybe almost 6′ she removed her helmet and two long auburn braids fell free. She looked over at me, in a tshirt and cutoff jeans, then she looked me over. I felt a small thrill at being assessed like that, to be honest, but I turned away and met Ken in our room. We spent the night together, relaxing and watching TV.
The next day we arrived at the HD motorcycle factory, there were already bikes from all over the country there, lined up in the parking area, bikers in leather and babes in tight pants milling about. Ken was excited, but he wanted to take the tour early, so we went up to the factory and got in line.
On the tour, we actually ran into our Motel neighbors from the night before. Then introduced themselves as Bob, and Monique, just arrived from northern California. They cleaned up fairly nicely, it turned out. Bob was wearing leather chaps over jeans, boots, a black tshirt and leather vest under his jacket. His leathers fit so tight it looked as if he was poured into them, they accented his musculature and squeaked when he moved. Monique was dressed similarly, except she work black spiked heels and tubetop, under her jacket. She didn’t as much walk as slink, it was fascinating to watch her. They were a good looking couple and Ken was excited to take the tour with a real biker couple. He and Bob talked endlessly, Monique and I in tow. Later, Monique helped me pick out a y beaded leather vest, Gstring and even a collar and restraints from some of the local vendors. I giggled at that last purchase, but she assured me it was money well spent. After a day at the factory, they invited us back to dinner and Bob had brought a few bottles of California wine, we readily agreed.
After dinner, we were relaxing outside in front of our room, Bob and Ken still taking bikes and touring, traveling and camping. Monique leaned over to me, and whispered “Bob and I like to swap, are you and Ken openminded?”
The entire day, I was aware of Monique, she towered over me, her breasts at my eyelevel. She was both feminine and dominant at the same time, it really had an effect on me, I’d been aroused and percolating all day. Her face was close to mine, her dark red lips parted, her warm breath on my face. I leaned in and kissed her, softly.
She lingered on my lips for a moment, then said “Let’s see if we can get the boys to shut up for a while.”
Monique rose up and then, took Ken’s hand. He shot me a nervous glance, but let her lead him into the room. Bob looked at me and smiled, then took my hand and once inside, shut the door.
The room was small but clean, a queen bed, a table with two chairs, a door leading to a shower and sink. Cinder block walls, a threadbare carpet. Very plain. The men sat in the chairs, Monique led me over to the bed.
She kissed me, again, this time taking my head into her hands. I had to stand on tiptoes, it felt as if I was submitting, I loved it. Slowly, breaking the kiss only when we had to, we undressed each other, oblivious to the world. Nude, we lay on the bed.
Monique leaned in and kissed me slowly and passionately. I felt her hands sliding through my hair as she worked my mouth, her tongue slid along my lips and I responded in kind.
When she moved back slightly, she arched her back and let me move my hands to her shoulders, we kissed again and again, soft lingering kisses that left me breathless. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as I kept steady but light contact with her face. I traced along her lips, down her chin and then gently felt down between her breasts.
Her breathing was slow, measured. We kissed again as I stroked her erect nipples as I felt her hands on my own breasts. She rose slightly and leaned over and pulled me towards her. I kissed her tanned skin, my tongue lightly tracing her neck, her shoulders. Her breathing became deeper and more intense. I felt her breasts and began a slow methodical massage of them both, feeling her nipples hardening under my familiar touch. Our mutual breast and nipple massage went on, building up our mutual arousal, our exploring fingertips alternating with soft teasing kisses that became longer with every minute. I lowered my hand to her pussy, as she spread her legs invitingly. Softly, I touched her vagina, ever so lightly running my fingers from the bottom up to her swollen clit. I pulled my fingers away for a moment.
“Don’t stop.” She demanded. I had no intention of stopping.
I moved down down and started kissing her inner thighs, slowly moving in to her now glistening pussy. I slipped a finger inside and started slowly her even as I licked her sweet lips. She spread her legs further apart, giving me free access to her . I added a second finger inside her and began bending them and sliding in and out as I focused on increasing her arousal.
Her breathing became ragged, short inhaled gasps and slow exhales She started to push my face deeper into her lap, and I went further and kept licking her lips and clitoris several times in a row as her breathing became labored and then finally, I felt her vaginal walls tightening against my fingers and the familiar sensations of a woman reaching climax. She eventually relaxed, sighed, long and lifted me up to her lips, I raised my mouth against hers in a long lingering kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips. My pussy was on fire.
At this point, Bob stood up and started removing his clothes, like a stripper. He had a real exhibitionist streak in him. Monique and I watched, our hands teasing and touching each other as Bob posed and flexed for us. His tanned, muscled body was heavily covered in tattoos, he had a patch of black hair on his chest, and very hairy legs, he sat to remove his boots, then his pants, exposing a black leather jock. Even his ass was tanned (I made a mental note to ask about that later). He slipped out of his jock, letting his very hard cock spring free and bounce as he posed. Finally nude, Monique smiled and beckoned to him, and he slid between us in the bed. I glanced over at shy Ken, who was sitting, but also slowly removing his clothes, less ostentatiously. No strip tease from him, of course.
Bob embraced me and our lips met in a very steamy kiss. I felt Monique’s lips and tongue on the soft flesh of my thighs. Moaning with pleasure, I gave myself up to the sensations that seemed to come from every direction.
Monique’s lips and tongue traced a path to my wet pussy. She kissed me there, sending tingles up my spine. Her tongue licked gently and slowly up and down the length of my swollen labia. At the same time, Bob’s strong hand covered my breast and began to softly caress it while our tongue’s continued to explore each other. I couldn’t help but compare Bob’s kisses to the softer, more delicate kisses from Monique just moments before. He turned out to be a great kisser and I could definitely tell I was being kissed by a man. His rougher skin, muskier scent, facial hair, and ual urgency were certain giveaways.
Bob’s started kissing down my face, along my neck, and then across my breasts until I felt his rough tongue on my tender nipple. His lips soon followed and I felt my nipple harden with each lick and nibble. My hands went to his head and I slipped my fingers through his thick but short hair, pulling him to tightly my breast and encouraging him to suck harder. I discovered I liked my breasts played with, by someone who knows how, nibbled, sucked hard and perhaps pinched and slapped lightly. Bob was expert at titty play, and I was his willing subject.
It was funny, I didn’t feel any urgency from either Bob or Monique, I sometimes sensed during . I was comfortable and able to relax and just enjoy the experience. That alone felt heavenly, completely unselfish. I felt Monique slide her fingers into my pussy and quickly found a tender spot on my upper vaginal wall for her to massage and tease, it was driving me wild! Between that and her tongue on my clit I felt the urge to climax building rapidly. Ken was going to watch me climax with two strangers, and it excited me.
Slowly, even as my climax was building, Bob worked his way down to my pussy, there he and Monique both Frenchkissed over and into my labia, driving me insane with sensations, until my body shook and thrashed and I cried out like an animal.
“Oh, god, yes! God, yes! Yes! Oh, oh oh, oh! Yes!!!”
Both of them refused to relent, my body felt like I had lightning running through me, I was quaking and jerking uncontrollably, until I felt I was going to pass out. I literally pushed them both away and wriggled up the bed to escape.
Bob and Monique looked up from my thighs and grinned, then Bob leaned over and kissed her, sharing my wet pussy juice between them. It was a mindblowing moment. I was nearly hyperventilating, my chest heaving and my skin sweating. Bob crawled up next to me and gave me a gentile kiss on the lips.
Monique approached Ken, I watched with trepidation, and he never joined me in any ual encounter, save one at my insistence, with Steve in the bunkhouse shower. I wondered what he would do now, with the tall slinky Monique?
She leaned over and kissed him, sharing the taste of my pussy. Ken kissed her back, slowly at first then with increasing passion. He took her by the waist and let his hands slip up to her marvelous breasts, swinging just in front of him. He used the flats of his palms to massage her nipples while gently tracing around her exposed skin with his fingertips.
I saw that his dick was fully hard, Monique reached down and started to tug at it. I think this was the first hand besides my own that ever touched his dick, I watched in fascination. Bob, to his credit, played with my nipples or stoked my pussy, but otherwise was content to watch along with me.
Monique pushed her breasts into Ken’s face, he worked his mouth between them for a moment, then picked one and started to nibble and kiss her left nipple, before switching to the right one. Monique moaned and teased him by swinging her breasts into his face, and across his cheeks, but Ken played along, gently biting each time one came close to his face. Then, she started kissing down his chest, biting each one of his nipples in the process, until she kissed the hard, dripping head of his cock. Ken gasped and shuddered, a jolt of electricity running through his nervous system.
He looked at me, almost questioning, as if he needed my permission to feel good, even after everything I’d done to him, despite him, and in front of him. I smiled and gave him a nod. Monique reached out and guided his cock into her mouth. Ken gasped.
Bob got up and positioned himself behind Monique, he tensed his muscular ass and I knew he slid into her wet pussy with familiar ease. I stroked my pussy while I watched his tight ass tense and thrust, his balls swinging, hearing Monique’s soft cries of pleasure.
I got up and knelt next to Bob, then leaned over and started to suck Ken’s dick with Monique. We licked his shaft, took turns mouthing his fat head, nibbling his foreskin, and licking his balls. Every once in a while our lips would meet and we’d French kiss over his dick. Ken would watch then tilt his head back. Bob whispered encouragement to both Monique and I.
“Oh, yes! Lick his cock, you sluts! Kiss his balls! Suck that cock, get him hard! Yes!” he said. Then, I felt Bob drop his hand to my bottom and he started to finger my wet pussy from the back. The stimulation from both ends felt incredible.
Bob was still Monique slowly, I reached around and felt his large swinging balls as they made wet slapping sounds with each stroke. Then I traced a wet finger up his taint, to his tight puckered asshole and traced a wet circle around it.
Bob let out a “Woop!” sound, but pushed his butt out, almost inviting me in to explore. I wriggled my slick fingertip into his hole, and with every thrust let it sink in a little more. “Oh, god, that’s hot!” he cried. He put both hands on Monique’s hips and drove his cock in deeper.
I felt his hole loosen up a bit, on his thrust I pushed my finger in deep, wriggling the tip. Bob Grunted “Oh, fuck yea!” and I felt his body stiffen up. I could actually feel his first squirt of cum from inside his asshole, then he pushed back onto my finger, driving it deeper, but pulling out of Monique, and squiring the next few jets of cum over her tight ass. I actually kept my finger up his ass until his climax was finished, then he pulled me up and kissed me, letting my finger slowly withdraw.
Monique looked back at him, and almost begged “I need to cum!”, Bob nodded toward Ken. She stood up, and straddled his legs, her pussy at Ken’s face. Ken’s eyes were glazed over, but he grabbed Monique by the hips to help her lower down onto his cock.
Suddenly, Bob leaned over and licked up the hot, white gobs of semen he had just sprayed over Monique’s bottom, then he leaned towards me and with a mouthful of his own cum, kissed me. I didn’t have time to think before I tasted his creamy load, his slick lips and tongue dancing around mine. After a second to get used to it, I sucked his tongue into my mouth, swallowing his semen and licking up any remaining drops from his lips and face. It was incredibly erotic, so delightfully hedonistic. Bob pulled back and smiled, pleased that I enjoyed it.
Monique started to ride Ken, I sat back and watched. It was the first time I’d seen Ken’s hard cock in another woman’s pussy, her wet lips stretched, riding his shaft, in and out. I could see the attraction to watching your spouse fuck; Here was a penis that had been inside of me for 20 years, and now I was getting to see it up close, the visual portion of the physical feeling I’d experienced since I was a young bride. I was fixated on it, Bob and I watched Monique’s pussy stretch and accommodate it with each stroke, then the glistening wet shaft pulled out almost to the head, before repeating the journey. Monique moaned with pleasure, Ken grunted and held her hips, guiding her movements. It was very stimulating.
Ken lifted Monique up, and even while keeping his cock deep inside her, moved over to the bed and gently lay her down, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his body like a spider trapping a fly. Ken started to increase his pace, needfully her faster, with passion, and urgency. Bob and I sat nearby while our spouses fucked each other, we touched each other, he played with my nipples, I stroked his soft wet cock, but we kept our eyes glued on the steamy, sensuous action in front of us.
It didn’t take too long for Ken to increase his pace and then, his body rigid, his breath ragged, achieve orgasm and ejaculate deep into Monique’s pussy. To his credit, he kept her until his cock got soft and kind of slipped out, in a river or thick fresh semen. Monique was elegant about it, I think she was close but she didn’t pout or complain. Ken moved off her, then joined Bob and I on the floor.
Monique caught her breath, the spread her legs and used her fingers to massage her clit. From where we sat on the floor, we looked directly at her wet pussy, still dripping with hot cum. She pulled at her clit with two fingers, and I noticed is was the largest I’d ever seen, as it grew under her stimulation it almost resembled a tiny penis, she used her fingers to tug it and massage it, such an arousing display. She moaned a little tiny moan, a cry, almost a sound of disappointment and desperation as she pleasured herself.
Bob looked at Ken and said “The lady needs a little help..” and then moved between her legs and licked her clit, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her. He did it a few more times, Monique really seemed to respond. Then, Bob, looked over at Ken and indicated that he try; I took his hand and led him over to Monique, encouraging him. Ken moved into between her legs and gave her pussy a tentative lick. Monique squealed her delight. Ken repeated it, each time getting a little braver, until he was full bore eating her pussy like with eager abandon. Monique wrapped her legs around his head and started to grind her cunt into Ken’s face, Ken pulled her hips in tight and held her as she squirmed and thrashed. It was a powerful sight, he was completely lost in ual bliss.
Monique screamed and cried out, evidently a power climax ripping through her body. Ken was merciless, her orgasm only encouraged him, drove him like a madman. Monique came and came, her face getting red, her breath gasping, until she finally tried to push him off and wriggle away.
By this time Ken was fully hard again! Without a second hesitation he pulled Monique’s hips to the edge of the bed and plunged his cock into her, ballsdeep with one stroke! Monique cried out even as Ken started to fuck her like an animal, powerful, wild strokes, her roughly and with abandon.
Monique seemed to never stop climaxing, Ken rode her body even as she lost control of her limbs, limply flopping like her body was stuck on an electric fence, with each of his thrusts.
Bob and watched, he turned to me and said “Wow, Ken is really good, huh?”. I didn’t know what to think, I watched in rapt fascination as Ken fucked her hard, climaxed, then delicately kissed Monique’s face, her lips, her forehead, and thank her for a wonderful time.
We relaxed while Monique and Ken recovered from what was the most exciting and energetic lovemaking session I’d ever seen. Just hanging around, nude, no cleanup, sharing drinks and telling stories. Ken avoided saying anything about my recent ual hi, whenever that topic came up he deferred to me, and I was intentionally vague. I did discuss the session I shared with Steve, the ranger, and I noticed my made Bob hard again.
I sat on Bob’s lap and whispered in his ear “What was that thing you did to me, that kiss with a mouthful of semen?” Bob grinned, and replied “It’s called a snowball kiss, it was exciting, right?”
I got between his legs and took his cock into my mouth. I noticed the conversation got quiet around me as Monique and Ken watched, openly, as I sucked Bob’s cock. I knew he might take a long time, since he’s just climaxed a short time ago, but I knew his secret too.
I immediately tasted the salty taste of his precum leaking from his cock. My tongue was alive like a cornered snake, wriggling around his shaft, licking the skin of his cock and tasting his musk. I moaned deep in my throat as I enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock filling my mouth. I slid my lips along his shaft until I felt the mushroom shaped head of his cock against the back of my throat. I relaxed and swallowed and his cock head pushed into my throat as I swallowed him. I was delighted by his groan of surprise as my lips pressed against the base of his cock.
I began to fuck the length of his cock with my lips, tongue, mouth and throat. I swirled my tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock as he pumped in and out of my mouth. Soon his shaft was shiny and slick with my saliva.
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