“Not intentionally, at least concerning those three.”
“It’s good for ’em. Birthdays around the corner for all three.”
“Oh?” Piper swallowed dryly; she just knew it.
“Yep! Still trying to think of what to give my boy.” He lowered his eyes to her lap this time, to see her yellow leggings rolled down and her pubic hair revealed. “Any… suggestions?” She froze like a deer in Harley headlights.
“Umm?” She had the distinct feeling he was asking her to be his boys birthday present. “When is Zach’s birthday?”
“Next Wednesday after school. You’re invited, bring a cake.”
“Wow! What should I wear?”
“Birthday suit. You would look good on my Fat Boy.”
“I was thinking the exact same… oh, you mean your Harley.”
“Him too.” He winked. “Are you staying or going?”
“I might have an hour to… two ” He reached in and palmed the back of her head and drew her into him for a kiss. Steamy three minutes until she accidently elbowed her car horn. “HORNY! I confess.”
“Already knew that. Shut this beast off and get on out here.”
“Mmm! I love a manly mechanic.” She turned her ignition off and opened her door stepping out in her bare feet, her stilettos so not wise to wear when driving. At 5’7 on her soles he still towered over her at 6’3. Closing the car door for her he picked her up into his arms, her chest crushing into his, his hands on both of her butt cheeks. “Loving the lift kit.” He smirked and took a stroll up his driveway toward his parked bright green restored 2000 Fat Boy.
Clinging to his hips with her ankles she beamed lustfully in her sparkling gaze. Held her with her back to his house he saw all three boys standing in a big window onlooking the side of the home. With her back to them they saw fifty percent of her bare ass exposed over her rolled down waistband. Holding her with only his left hand, his right hand moved in to go beneath her leggings and finger her. Rising to his challenge she hugged her arms about his neck. “Why do I get the feeling you’re showing off.” She smirked. “Eyes behind me?”
“Ignore them. Worry more about me.” Stretching upward she climbed his chest until able to feed him her nipples. In doing this he pried her waistband even lower until he could move both hands beneath her leggings and hold her bare flesh. Feasting hard on her left areola Piper cooed and removed his bandana to caress his scalp, thin hair on top but sexy. Three fingers up her vulva she drowned her leggings with persistent squirts.
She sorely needed to be pleasured after pleasuring others so valiantly up in Detention earlier. This beast of a man was just too gorgeous to deny. Thankfully she and Roger Dundee had agreed to keep things open between them, as much as she adored the science stud. Nothing she did could ever be classified as an affair. Those days were long gone, even if she was faithful in her former marriage. Free and never going back. Speaking of back…
Climbing ever higher it was as if Piper were trying to shed her skin, meaning her leggings. Assisting in her struggle Horace freed up one hand long enough to peel her leggings from her hips down to her upper thighs. Window opening, screen lifted Zach motioned his dad closer. Peripheral notice he hoisted Piper higher still, her tits now up over his head as she squealed, “Don’t drop me.” Concrete below!
Her leggings feeling snagged she found them tugged from her legs by two sets of hands. In her mind she pondered her stupidity. Horace was letting the boys steal her pants. Off they went! Piper Cherry was back to being naked outside of her belly bling. Once free of them Horace turned around and carried her back toward his bike. Seeing the boys sniffing her leggings, she realized they also had her blouse. He had passed both articles off to them. Bad Daddy! Bad Piper for letting it happen.
Showing off his strength he rotated her body with very little effort, Piper offering help in the repositioning until she was upside down, her snatch in his face. Yelping at his teeth tugging at her clit she tried to focus on undoing his pants. Big shiny belt buckle unclasped she unfastened the rest to find no underwear beneath. Encouraging his loosened jeans down to his own thighs she found his erection pelting her ear.
Before she could work on devouring the Horse, he again shared his strength in standing on one leg. Lifting his right boot up she worked exhaustingly to remove it. One down, left leg up, she repeated her effort until his other boot was tossed aside. It was hard to achieve blind, her eyes rolling back into her head at his terrorizing teeth. So bestial! Squirt!
“Fuck Me!” There it was.
Dancing in step Horace Tart used his feet to drag his jeans down until off. Joining Piper in their naked pride he left his pants and finished his trek over to his bike. Balance perfect he straddled his seat backwards so that his back rested over the tank. Using his hands now in prying her thighs wider he prevented her getting tangled up in the handlebars, feet tucked under the throttles.
Now fully capable of utilizing her own hands she ventured into stroking his extraordinarily amazing erection. So thick, almost… “This guy is as thick as Mace. Dear God! I have to taste this.” Mouth wide she engulfed his fist size crown and fought hard to deep throat it. No tonsils, Piper often challenged herself to be the best she could ever achieve to be. Gag reflex at six inches she spat up, her saliva trickling down over her knuckles and inevitably his massive scrotum. “Oh, fuck! He tastes incredible. Sweaty but delicious.” Eyes continuing to hide behind her lids she battled to consume more of him.
His vicious appetite compiled with fingers up both her cunt and ass she was squirming hard. This led him to retreat her anus, slapping her ass hard to calm her down. Easier said than done. Bestial goes both ways Biker Man. Fat Boy was going down. Her throat embraced eight full inches, her persistence thriving on chin cushion. In her bob and throb session she discovered the boys back outside. Joe manning a video camera and Zach taking photos with a 35MM. “Great! At least make me a calendar for your dad’s tool shop.” She thought. “Posters might be nice.” She had heard that rumor going about at school. Big Daddy did say ignore them. So be it!
Concentrating on Horace she devoted everything she had in giving him her best blowjob ever. Single dick blowjob that is. After taking two in her mouth up at Detention earlier she had to chuckle. “Horace here makes up for both of those boys. That was fun though. Fuck, Horse here is tearing my clit off. Shit!” Gush! Slush!
Zach moved closer until right behind the bikes taillight and crouched to capture her deep throat emotions. Winking at him he took her photo and grinned. Joe recording her hunger and nasal efforts in going all the way she added a little more to her sound effects just to play on their porn. Horace helped quite a bit with that added echo of her mumbled delight. Nostril exhaust on his balls, Piper reached under his sack and drew them higher until they caressed her upper lip. The flexing made Horace nut down her throat with the firepower of a cocket launcher. Right down her esophagus straight into her tummy.