Brittany Loves Bikers: Motorcycle Gang Gangbang by Cherry Allen Page A

motorcycle, and ordinarily
would never take a ride anywhere from a stranger. The idea of my
hair blowing all over didn't appeal much, either. I'd styled it so
carefully that morning in loose waves that let the lighter blonde
underneath show through the darker strands on the outside. It hangs
a little below my shoulders, so it's plenty long enough to look
awful after just a few minutes in the wind. I didn't have a
ponytail tie handy, either.
    But the thunder was getting louder, and the air had
changed. It was going to rain soon. The walk or the wait for a tow
if he sent one for me would be a long one. And I'll be honest--the
idea of hanging onto him for a few miles had a certain appeal. It
felt naughty. I told myself that I’d had a crappy day, and there
was nothing wrong with squeezing a tiny bit of fun out of it.
    I hiked up my already short skirt and climbed on the
bike behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He started the
engine, and I actually laughed as the vibration went through me. As
we took off and he gunned it, the vibration got stronger. I found
myself pushing my ass down against the seat, really enjoying the
feel of it.
    And though I didn't know this man from Adam, I found
myself pressing against his back, enjoying the feel of that, too. I
let my hands slide down until they rested on top of his thighs. I
closed my eyes and focused on the vibration coming up from the
bike. Another mile or two, and I think I’d have come from rubbing
myself hard against that vibrating seat.
    The rain finally hit, so he pulled off the road to
give us some tree cover and keep me from getting soaked. He turned
off the bike and turned his head as if he were going to say
something. But the ride had made me so horny, I didn't really want
to spend the time chatting. Without even thinking about what I was
doing, I said, “Please turn it back on.”
    One of my hands went from his thigh to his crotch.
It seemed like he'd been enjoying me pressing up against his back,
too. His groin was a hard mound in his jeans. He shuddered when I
kneaded his cock through his pants, making me realize just what I
wanted.
    I got off the bike, then got back on in front as if
I were going to drive it. My skirt pushed up farther as I settled
down onto the seat, my ass right there in front of him. I grabbed
the handlebars and pressed my pussy forward, while lifting my ass a
little in a clear invitation. One of his hands covered mine as he
started the bike and revved it back into action. I shouted Oh! at the renewed vibration against my crotch.
    I guess the whole situation had me feeling and
acting out of character, because I turned my head and shouted, “You
offered me a ride, remember?" I arched my back and tipped my ass up
a little higher.
    He laughed. “I did, didn’t I?” Something moved
between my legs, and the thin crotch of my G-string was easily
pulled to the side. He rubbed his finger against my pussy, working
it in.
    I pushed myself forward against the bike as hard as
I could. The bone-rattling vibration was centered right in my clit,
it seemed. I spread my legs as much as possible. Soon he was
fucking me with his fingers, while the running engine buzzed my
clit.
    We weren’t completely sheltered from the rain, so
now and then I felt a surprisingly icy drop on my back and ass. The
shock of it managed to make me hotter. He shifted behind me, and
his fingers disappeared only to be replaced by his cock. The angles
were a bit strange, but we managed it. I was leaning forward
enough, pressing my clit against the growling bike, that he had
full access to me. He had to do most of the work, though. There was
no way I was going to lift up off that wonderfully rattling
engine.
    What I was doing felt so dirty, so slutty, that I
imagined no one I knew would have recognized me at all. Keeping my
hair neat was the last thing on my mind. I moaned and didn’t worry
about anyone hearing—the bike was so loud that it drowned almost
everything out, even