Lyndia’s Biker Adventure
Chapter 5 and final
Q-Tip
I was bent over as my nipple chain was roughly pulled by Art, when suddenly a very large, very hard cock was jammed into my steaming cunt. I could hear my scream from far away as the hot throbbing length of it pushed all the way to my cervix in one hard shove.
As the cock was being pounded into my over-stimulated pussy, I fell forward, my head resting against the display case full of vibrators and dildos. Looking between my legs, I could see a very large set of black balls swinging in rhythm to the hard banging I was taking. I could have cum very quickly, god knows I wanted to, my mind wasn’t working right at all, my senses were concentrated on the hard cock inside me, when I heard Eric’s voice through the haze.
“Don’t cum Lyndia,” he ordered. “Bob hasn’t given you permission to cum!” At the mention of Bob’s name my head just swam away from me and I lost myself. This was what Bob wanted after all, for me to be completely used and completely dominated and not to cum until he told me I could. That made it easier for me to hold off as my excitement climbed to another level, one I would have thought impossible to achieve.
The chain attached to the clamps on my nipples was swinging freely, slapping against my chest. It suddenly stopped when Art grabbed hold of it again and roughly pulled it off me. I cried out, partly in pain, at the sudden pull on my hard nipples. Part in ecstasy because I could feel the pain all the way to my clit.
The cock inside me was suddenly withdrawn and, before I could turn around, another was shoved inside. A hand slapped my ass as this new cock took up the pace. Fucking me hard, his balls slapping against my clit as I stayed bent over from the waist.
I was lost in the sensations, in another world as, without warning, I felt a strong vibrating sensation on my clit. I must have screamed again as I looked between my legs to see Art holding an enormous vibrator against my clit as the black cock continued its assault on my hole.
I could hear the boys talking to one another about me as I was so brutally fucked.
“My turn next, I’m going to fuck the hell out of that bitch.”
“Christ, she was fucking back at me as hard as I was fucking her.”
I also heard Eric whispering to me as the vibrator, combined with the cock in my pussy was pushing me toward orgasm, “Don’t cum Lyndia. You’re not allowed to cum yet. I’ll let you know when.”
I moaned loudly then, I know I did. I was completely submissive, and I would give them anything, anything at all, that they wanted.
(BOB’S STORY)
From my hiding place in the booth I watched as Lyndia was bent forward by her nipple chain. Her ass was turned toward me enough so that I could see both her breasts and her pussy. I hadn’t seen her cunt since her ride to the store, and I was even more amazed at what I saw. Her labia were swollen to huge proportions, spread open so that her hole was completely visible. Gobs of pussy juice were oozing out of her as her cunt spasmed.
Lyndia was begging to be fucked, fucked by anybody, she didn’t care. One of the black gangbangers dropped his droopy jeans and boxers exposing a large, very hard, very black cock. With one move he buried it inside her, deep inside her.
I think the entire block could hear Lyndia screaming, “OOOHHHH GOOOOODDD…. FUUUUUUCK MEEEEE… OOOHHHH MYYYYY CUUUUUNT…”
The boy’s cock was a blur as he fucked her, slamming into her as Lyndia begged him to fuck her even harder. I could feel another stream of pre-cum leaking down my leg as I lightly touched myself.
Eric whispered in Lyndia’s ear and she moaned in reply. Art was not in the least gentle as he pulled the chain connecting the nipple clamps off her tits. He simply grabbed the chain and pulled it off. Lyndia’s boobs were first stretched by the pull and then jumped from the sudden release. She screamed in pain and fucked back toward the cock in her cunt with even greater urgency.
The boy fucking her was pushed aside by another, his pants entirely off, his cock hard and ready. In the short period between men Lyndia begged to be fucked, “Oh no. Oh please. Somebody fuck me. I need a cock!!!”
She grunted when the new cock plowed into her. With each thrust more pussy juice and cum was pulled from her, to run down her legs and puddle on the floor.
I watched Art go behind the counter and return holding the largest vibrator I had ever seen. It was bigger around than my fist and as long as my forearm. It vibrated wildly as Art held it to Lyndia’s clit from underneath.
She had not seen Art coming with it, and her response was immediate, ‘OOOOOOOOHHH….WHAAATTT…. OOOOHHHHH… THAT’S SOOOO GOOOD”
It was almost comical, watching Lyndia trying to increase the pressure of the vibrator on her clit while fucking back at the hard black cock that was slamming inside of her. Finally, the boy groaned, grabbed Lyndia’s ass, and shot deep inside her. When he withdrew, she collapsed onto the dirty floor of the porno store.
The rest of the gangbangers weren’t in the least polite. They simply rolled her onto her back and, one at a time fucked her cunt as she moaned. I don’t think she was aware any longer of her surroundings. When they were finished, they stood around her, watching as she groaned and continued to move her hips as though she was still being fucked.
“Look at tat whore. She think she still gotta cock in her pussy,” one of them laughed.
They all laughed when one started to rub her cunt with his dirty Nike running shoe. They laughed as she tried to increase the friction between the shoe and her cunt.
“OK guys,” Eric growled. “I told you that you’d all get a chance with her. But now it’s our turn to have fun with the slut.”
As the gang started to leave the leader turned to Eric. “If you ever want to put this whore out on the street, just let me know. I think we can turn her pretty good. Just ask for ‘Slinky.’ Everybody know me around here.”
That did give me an idea, and obviously it gave Eric the same idea as he smiled and shook Slinky’s hand. “I might just do that, man,” he said.
I’m not sure if Lyndia heard or understood what was said, but she moaned and moving both her hands to her cunt she started to play with herself. Her breasts wobbled as she stroked her pussy, her nipples hard and red from the clamps that were on them for so long.
Eric and Art managed to get Lyndia onto her feet and moving toward the booths. Her eyes were not focusing, her legs with dripping with cum and pussy juices, her mouth was open as saliva drooled onto her chin. Her beautiful long legs didn’t seem to want to work right and the red/blonde hair at her cunt was matted.
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
I felt the cock explode inside me, the hot cum splashing inside me. I started to spasm but I didn’t really cum, not yet, not until Bob said I could. It was like my cunt just swallowed my cum and a convulsion ran through my entire body, finishing in my head where I lost contact with anything outside myself for a while.
I know that they all fucked me, I know because I could feel each cock explode inside me and the spasms would take over my body and mind. I know I was lying on the dirty floor of a porno shop being used and humiliated by a group of gangbangers, and I loved it.
Finally I heard one of them through the haze telling Eric that he wanted to put me on the street to whore, and I moaned at the idea. I had to flight off another orgasm then. The idea of being sold to strangers by these black gangbangers so was humiliating; so deprived, I would be so soiled, that I had to play with my cunt again.
I found myself on my feet being helped to walk. I could feel the cum running out of my cunt in gobs. Every time I moved my nipples, so sensitive from the clamps, would send another shock wave through my body.
Soon I was sitting on a couch in a room used to show dirty videos. One was playing; a large German Shepherd was fucking a woman. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen, the sound of her grunting filled my head.
I felt a slight sting as Eric applied the first clothespin to my labia. I watched, becoming more and more aroused, as he snapped three clothespins on each side. Each one stung as it snapped on my swollen lips. I was watching the clothespins shake as my pussy throbbed when I heard two loud ripping noises next to me. I turned my head just in time to see Eric holding up two pieces of duct tape. My labia were pulled and stretched as Eric used the tape to fasten the clothespins to my thighs, spreading my cunt completely open.
Art still had the large vibrator and I moaned loudly as he touched the head to my pussy. He was ignoring my clit, just rubbing the head on my soaking cunt. I could not have stopped the fucking motion of my hips, even if I had wanted to, which I really didn’t want to do.
(BOB’S STORY)
Lyndia was sitting on the couch in the double sized video viewing room beside mine. I could easily see what was happening through the peephole, the blowhole, cut into the wall. I knew that we were getting close to the end. Lyndia had been on edge for a very long time and I was becoming concerned about her.
She was watching the video very intently, from my vantage point I couldn’t see it, but I could hear the woman grunting and I was pretty sure that the movie had a dog in it. Lyndia’s legs were spread so that her cunt was pointed right at me. She was still pulsating, like the inside of her cunt was pushing out and then pulling back in, in rhythm. Her clit was clearly visible and throbbing along with her pussy. I don’t even think she was aware of her constant moaning. Her hands flopped around, first pulling hard on her nipples, then trying to get at her wildly dripping twat.
I hadn’t expected the clothespins, but then Lyndia had expected them either. He had to open the clothespins very wide to get them over her swollen labia. He wasn’t gentle, letting them snap shut. Lyndia moaned each time, obviously enjoying the short sharp pain. After the duct tape had been applied, my wife’s cunt was spread completely open. Her labia, held by the clothespins and the duct tape, were spread to her thighs on each side. Her dark pink hole was totally exposed, shinny very wetly in the reflection from the video.
Art was running the huge vibrator over her pussy, with the switch off, but staying away from her clit. He looked at Eric who nodded in return. I watched, my eyes wide and my cock aching, as Art started to ease the immense vibrator into Lyndia’s hole. The vibrator was incredibly large, easily larger than my clenched fist, Lyndia eyes open wide, whites showing entirely around the beautiful blue. He mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
Art continued to push the machine inside my beautiful wife. It disappeared inch by inch, Lyndia looked down, watching what was happening to her from time to time. The video had a lot of her attention. I could tell when it looked like it could go no further, when it had bumped against my wife’s cervix.
Eric stood over my beautiful blonde wife as he said, “A real slut could take more of that Lyndia. Are you a real slut?”
Lyndia looked up at him as her hips continued to move, fucking back at the massive vibrator inside her. “Oh god yes. I am a slut. I feel so filthy, so used, Eric. Please fuck me more.”
With that, Art leaned harder on the vibrator. Lyndia’s eyes opened wide and then shut in concentration as the massive head penetrated her further. An inch, then two inches, as a very loud and very long scream exploded from her throat.
“OHHHHH GOD… IT’S SOOOO BIGGG INSIDE ME…. DON’T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE IT ALL…. SO BIG…. OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH..”
It was then that Art turned the vibrator on. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH …. OOOOOOHHHHHH…. FUUUUUUUCK ME……” Lyndia shouted as the wildly shaking machine brought her close to climax.
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
The huge vibrator inside me, combined with the video of the woman getting her brains fucked out by a German Shepherd, was almost more than my poor cunt could bear. Art was pushing it inside me an inch at a time as I continued to fuck at him. My vision and mind were filled with the video, and it was a shock when the vibrator bumped against my cervix.
I heard Eric ask me if I was a real slut. It seemed very important to me to let him know that I was. A whore that could take even more of that massive vibrator. It hurt when Art pushed it in further. I felt something open inside me, something that had never been opened before, and I felt the vibrator in a place where nothing else had ever been.
It felt good, but it wasn’t comfortable. That is, until Art turned it on, and then I could suddenly feel the vibrations in my entire body. I was as though, having it in so deep made my entire body one aching cunt.
(BOB’S STORY)
As Lyndia continued to fuck back and forth on the wildly humming machine inside her, Eric was ready with a much smaller vibrator that he turned on, and stroked Lyndia’s tightly puckered asshole. As it slid inside her, her body convulsed, and her continual screams grew louder.
It was then that I left my small room and moved next door. Lyndia didn’t see me as I walked in. Her eyes were unfocused, concentrating on the incredible sensations she was feeling inside her pussy and asshole.
This was the moment that Eric and I had planned; the ultimate experience. As I bent beside my now sexually deranged wife, Eric placed the hose of a large shop vacuum into my hand. It was turned on, but with all the other noises, Lyndia hadn’t heard it. I could feel the incredible power of the vacuum as I moved Lyndia’s face so that she was looking at me.
Slowly her eyes focused. “Oh honey, do you know what they’ve made me do?”
“Yes Lyndia,” I answered. “I’ve watched most of it. I’ve watched you be a slut. I’ve watched them use you, humiliate and fuck you,” she smiled at that.
“In a few minutes my love, I want you to cum for me. Are you ready to cum?” I asked.
“OOOOOHHH YEEESSSS…. PLEASE LET ME CUM… I NEED IT SO BAD… I’VE HELD OFFF….”
“OK,” I answered moving the hose of the vacuum to just above her clit. She was looking at me and didn’t see what I was doing. Art and Eric were still fucking her holes, as I lowered the tube to her throbbing clit.
“Cum for me Lyndia,” I said as her clit was sucked hard into the hose of the industrial vacuum cleaner.
Lyndia’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Her body stiffened in shock, her hips pushed up, allowing more of her clit and labia to be sucked into the hose. This caused a little of the two vibrators to be pulled out of her, but I didn’t think that would matter much now.
A scream, starting deep inside finally erupted from her mouth. “CUUUUUUUUUMING. …OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…”
Her orgasm continued for a very long time. Eric guessed that it might have been 5 minutes, Art thought longer. She came, settled down a little, then hunched forward and came again. As her climax seemed to be ebbing, her body would convulse and another orgasm would overwhelm her.
Finally, her body soaked in sweat and shaking from head to foot, Lyndia collapsed, passed out on the couch. Art and Eric removed the vibrators from her holes, and a flood of pussy soup, running in massive gobs, fell from her cunt to the floor.
We carried her out to my car, still naked, and I drove her home. She didn’t wake up, even when I cleaned her and put her to bed. Later I heard screams in the bedroom and ran in only to find her cumming again in her sleep, the covers thrown off, her naked legs spread wide, her hips pumping up into empty air, my beautiful blonde wife was cumming again as she dreamed about her experiences.
Later I heard her groaning in the bathroom. I opened the door to find her sitting on the toilet, her legs spread, cumming as she peed. Her clit was so sensitive from her experience that even the sensation of peeing was too much for her. She looked up at me and I could see the humiliation and shame on her face as she came even harder, her pee making a tinkling sound in the bowl.
The next day she looked like hell, but she was smiling, happy and content. But even then, when I touched her swollen, red and angry looking pussy, she started to drip again.
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
I don’t know how they got that second vibrator inside my asshole. My pussy was so stretched that there couldn’t have been much room. Still, the increased vibration just intensified the feeling of being one big fuckable cunt.
All of a sudden I was looking into Bob’s eyes. He was right next to me, kneeling as two men used vibrators on my slutty holes. I wanted him to know what had happened to me, but he already knew, he’d watched. I was so proud of myself for not cumming like he ordered.
I didn’t find out until much later what he put on my clit after he told me I could cum. When I found out it was a vacuum cleaner, that explained the incredible sensation of having my entire sex pulled up and away from my body.
Blood rushing to my clit and labia as they swelled, suddenly, to several times their natural size. As the nerves explodes in sensations that I’d never felt before; and as the orgasm was literally sucked from my body in a giant explosion of sensation.
I know I came for a very long time, although my mind was not working right at the time. I remember cumming, then peaking and calming down only to have another orgasm overtake me, out of nowhere, causing my muscles to spasm and my cunt to contract.
I woke up at home naked in bed. I had been cleaned up, but still the sheet beneath me was soaked and the room smelling of pussy juice. It hurt to walk, but pussy was swollen so badly that just walking hurt. When I looked at myself in the full-length mirror from across the room, I could see my red and swollen pussy causing me to stand bowlegged.
When I tried to pee, the sensations set me off again. Bob was watching me from the doorway to the bathroom as I convulsed in orgasm and pee dripped out of me. In some ways that was the most humiliating experience of all, helplessly peeing and cumming as my husband watched. It made me cum even harder.
And later, when Bob put his hand between my legs to stroke me so very gently, I felt myself gush onto his fingers. I gushed because I had been thinking about that video, and because I couldn’t wait to do it again.