Lyndia’s Biker Adventure, Part 2 – by Q-Tip

(LYNDIA’S STORY)

When we reached a building I was led inside and I heard the door slam shut behind me. I could hear a lot of voices, both men and women, mostly talking about me. They were saying things like, “Wow, look at this bitch,” and “Oh yeah, look at her tits.”

My blind fold was removed and I found myself standing in the middle of large room that had a bar along one wall, pool tables against another, and tables with chairs and couches scattered everywhere. There were perhaps 10 or 12 men and 3 women standing around looking at me. They were all dressed and they looked rough. It seemed like everybody was wearing jeans and leather, all of it well used. All of the men had beards or mustaches and long hair. The three women were young, cute, also wearing jeans and leather. The man who had removed my blindfold stepped around me and I recognized Eric from the bowling alley.

“Eric, hi,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him in a big hug pushing my throbbing cunt against the front of his jeans. I could feel him start to harden against me as I kissed him, hard, on the lips. I started to fuck against the front of his pants; I was still so close to cumming from that damn gearshift lever.

“Lyndia, it’s good to see you. You’re looking especially good tonight,” he said as he held me at arms length. I looked down at myself and could see that my boobs and red/blonde pussy hair were clearly on display. My legs glistened wetly, the juice from my pussy’s encounter with the gearshift knob still very apparent.

“Lyndia,” he said. “Here’s the deal. Bob has given you to us for awhile. You’re to do anything we want. You understand that don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said. “What do you want me to do?” I was very excited and I know I was breathing hard as I asked.

“For right now, we just want you to walk around and get to know everybody. Be friendly. Have a drink. How about one of your ‘lemonades?’” he asked. Eric knows how I like Vodka Collins, I call them my “lemonades.”

“But remember, you can’t cum until Bob tells you to. You’re just going to have to control yourself.”

A few minutes later, the first of many drinks in my hand, I was going from person to person saying “hi.” It was fun; most of the guys would pull me down on their laps and put their arms around me feeling my boobs and my legs. A few guys even rubbed my pussy for me. They were all friendly. The more they touched me and the more hard-ons I felt pressed against me the greater my arousal. It was like I was just a stroke or two from cumming, but I wouldn’t let myself.

One of the girls came up, pulled me to her, put her hand on my breast and kissed me hard on the mouth. That got a huge roar from the guys, “Girl Show, Girl Show.” When I kissed her right back and slid my hand between her legs the guys really went wild.

“We’ve got to get this dress out of the way,” she said as she striped the dress from my shoulders. “There, that’s better.” All I had on were my shoes, it was the most I’d have on for the next three days.

“Lyndia,” Eric said coming up behind me. “I think you need to show everybody what you’ve got. I want you to stand on the bar and put on a show for us, we’ll all tell you what to do. But, remember, you can’t cum.”

He led me to the bar and had me stand upright on it. I was naked, looking down at all these men and women who could see right up into my gapping cunt. I could feel their eyes on me like fingers on my skin.

Turning to the crowd Eric asked for ideas. “Well, what do you want to see?” he asked.

“Let’s see her play with herself,” one guy said.

“Well, I’m pretty sure she’ll be playing with herself,” Eric laughed. “Anything in particular you’d like to see?”

I heard the Australian accent from the car and quickly looked for the source. A man about 6’ tall with dark curly hair was right in front of me. “How about if she starts with her tits?” he asked.

“Good idea. Lyndia, play with your tits for us,” was Eric’s direction.

Looking into the eyes of the man standing below me I put my hands on my tits. First lifting them from the bottom and running my hands softly over the sides. I watched as his eyes followed the movements of my hands, staring intently. I ran my thumbs over my erect, aching nipples, groaning just a little at the sensation.

He whispered up at me, “Squeeze them Lyndia. Be a good girl and squeeze them like you mean it.”

I started to squeeze, hard, moving my hands from the sides of my tits so that the nipples were centered in my palms I squeezed hard and then harder. A louder groan escaped my lips as the sensation shot down to my throbbing cunt.

“Pinch you nipples, Lyndia dear,” he said. “Pinch them hard.”

Taking my nipples, hard and fully erect now, between my thumb and forefinger of each hand I pinched them, turning them around in circles so that my thumb was on the opposite side of my breast from where it started. The aching increased and the harder I pinched the better the ache.

“Suck one, now Lyndia. Suck your own tit for us, girl.”

Lifting my left breast to my mouth, I slipped my lips over the nipple. Immediately the sensation shot to my cunt and I started to suckle myself. Hard and then harder I sucked until more than just my nipple was deep inside my mouth. I could feel the nipple pushed against the roof of my mouth by my tongue as I sucked. I could feel pussy juice rolling down my leg, I think I could have sucked my own nipple until I came.

“That’s enough now, Lyndia. Please stop sucking,” it was Eric talking.

With a sigh I took my mouth off my nipple and stood upright again. I was breathing heavily as I waited for the next instruction.

“Let’s see inside her cunt,” one of the girls yelled out. “Tell her to hold her twat open for us.”

“OK,” Eric said. “Lyndia, you heard the girl. Show us your twat.”

I ran my hands over my hips to my pubic hair and down the sides of my cunt as I looked at their faces. The girl who had yelled, the one who had kissed me earlier, was staring intently.

I hunched myself so that my hips were pushed out and my pussy was more on display, my legs spread. It was humiliating, being naked and hunched in front of all these people, all of them dressed. The humiliation was painful and sweet at the same time. My stomach was fluttering with the sensations.

Placing my index fingers lengthwise on either side of my slit, I spread myself wide for their view. As I spread myself even more pussy juice ran out of me and started to puddle on the bar top below me. Flicking my clit with my thumb, I groaned loudly.

“Come on Lyndia,” she yelled. “You can spread better than that.”

I was having a hard time standing hunched. My legs felt weak from my desire and I just wanted to be fucked or to fuck myself. I slipped my fingers into my hole, two fingers from each hand, and spread myself as open as I could get. She was right below me now, looking up into my cunt, her eyes wide and shinning. I started to fuck my own fingers and I lost sight of her was I through my head back in ecstasy.

When I looked at her again one of the guys had come up behind her and pulled down her leather top exposing her small pointed breasts. He was busy pinching and twisting her nipples.

“Make her lick all that pussy juice off her fingers, it looks delicious to me,” she said as she licked her own lips.

“You heard her, Lyndia,” Eric said.

I pulled my fingers out of my cunt making sure to get them as wet as possible. I stuck them in my mouth, one at a time, as I first sucked the juice and then licked each finger to make sure I had it all. It tasted salty and hot; I love the taste of my own cunt and always have. I quickly put my fingers back in my cunt to get more.

After I had cleaned myself several times the girl spoke again. “What about all that cunt juice on the bar, Eric? Maybe she should clean that too.”

“Lyndia,” Eric said. “I want you to get on your knees and clean that bar. We can’t have you dripping everywhere like this,” the guys all laughed at his command of me, nudging each other at what was happening.

I quickly got on my knees and, sticking my ass high in the air, bent to start licking the puddle of cunt juice that had dripped onto the bar. It was cold, but still salty. I licked it up and then rolled my head in what was left leaving my face shinny and wet. I looked up to find myself only inches away from the girl, her top now completely off. She had been watching me lick the bar and now leaning toward me, she started to lick the cunt juice from my lips. The guys cheered her on as she got my face completely clean.

“Jeana,” I heard Eric say from behind me. “You should see this ass, come on back here.”

Turn my face back to licking my pussy juice off the bar the girl I now knew as Jeana moved behind me. “Oh, yes,” I heard her say as I felt her hand caress my ass. “This is beautiful.”

“Jeana, what I think you should do is lick that nice little asshole. I think you’d like to that, wouldn’t you?” Eric as clearly giving her direction.

I held my breath as I heard Jeana climb on the bar behind me. I’d never had anybody touch my asshole before and I was a little scared, and a lot turned on. I felt Jeana caressing my ass cheeks with both hands, it felt very good and I wiggled my ass a little to encourage her.

A jolt of pleasure shot right into my cunt as I felt her tongue lightly lick my asshole. I’d never felt anything like it before, her tongue so soft and wet licked all around my hole and then, as I held my breath, her tongue pushed inside of me.

I moaned loudly into the puddle of cunt juice, pushing my ass backwards to get as much of her tongue inside me as I could. I groaned in disappointment when she lifted her face away from me. The next sensation from my ass was almost as incredible as her tongue had been. I felt her lean forward and press her nipple into my asshole. The touch of her hard nipple and soft breast against my sensitive asshole was made even more intense as she slowly ran her nipple down from my asshole and into my wet, wide-open cunt. She caressed my entire pussy with her tit, first getting her nipple dripping wet from my hole before running it up my slit and over my erect, throbbing clit.

The eroticism of the sensation was pushing me close to the edge, an edge I could go over. I was being pushed to higher levels of arousal than I had ever known before. It was amazing how turned on I could get when I wasn’t allowed to orgasm. Normally I would have cum long before this, but now I was just getting more and more excited. I could feel the cunt juice running down my thighs and forming a new puddle on the bar.

“Hey, Eric, when are we going to get to fuck her?” a loud voice shouted out.

I looked up and saw that the room seemed more crowded than before, I think more people had come in while Jeana had been playing with my ass and pussy. The guy that had yelled was standing behind a blonde woman I hadn’t seen before. She had her top off and the man was mauling her huge white breasts from behind. Her hair was cut really short and she had the tattoo of a rose on her left tit, with the vine wrapped around her massive nipple.

Eric laughed as he said, “Christ Pete, if you’re that damn horny just bring your pecker up here and let her suck you off.”

Pete stepped from behind the blonde and unzipping his jeans as he walked up to me said, “OK, I will.”

Pete climbed up on the bar and, standing on his knees, shoved his half-hard cock at my face. I didn’t need any encouragement as I sucked him into my mouth without using my hands. His cock was uncircumcised and dusky. I bobbed my head up and down on him as he swelled to fill my mouth. I love the feeling of a cock swelling inside my mouth, I don’t know it just feels so powerful to me. I made sure to run my tongue over the sensitive part under the head. He seemed to really like that.

His cock popped out of my mouth and I moaned as Jeana started to work her finger into my asshole. Nobody had ever done that to me before and I couldn’t believe the sensations that ran right into my cunt. My asshole was very wet from her licking, her finger was wet from my pussy juice, she started to work her finger in and out of me, and I pushed my ass back at her.

Pete lifted my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth saying, “Come on slut, don’t stop sucking me now.”

My stomach tightened with excitement when he called me a “slut.” It was so right, here I was naked on a bar in front of a roomful of mostly dressed people as I sucked a cock and encouraged a girl to finger-fuck my asshole. I laughed to myself thinking if you looked up slut in the dictionary this scene could serve as the definition of the word.

With a loud moan Pete’s cock exploded in my mouth. As cum hit the back of my throat Pete pulled his cock out of my mouth and pumped load after load of hot cum on my face and hair. I closed my eyes and reveled in the incredible feeling of making a man so hot that he would cum like Pete was. I wanted to cum with him and if Jeana had touched my clit, I might have. As it was I became even more aroused and started to move my ass so that I was fucking her finger and not the other way around.

Pete and Jeana crawled off the bar at the same time and I collapsed flat on my stomach. I couldn’t stop my ass moving up and down as I fucked an imaginary lover beneath me. I crawled so that my ass and pussy were facing the crowd, my legs spread wide apart, as I continued to hump the bar top.

I felt hands touching my ass and, rubbing the globes as a man’s voice said, “Look at how hot this bitch is.”

Eric’s mouth was next to my ear but he didn’t whisper as he asked, “Do you want to be fucked Lyndia. Do you want someone to fuck you?”

“Oh god, yes. Please fuck me, Eric. Please, I need someone to fuck me. I’m so hot.”

“That doesn’t seem fair, Lyndia. What about all these other guys.

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“They can all fuck me, Eric. Please, everybody can fuck me; they can all have a turn. PLEASE FUCK ME….”