Cindy and Alexandra's Biker Gangbang - Sex Stories

Cindy and Alexandra's Biker Gangbang

... fucking, the rhythmic squishy, slappy, spanky commotion of it all. She had truly massive appetites for getting and giving sexual pleasure. I got hot from being close to Alex as much as from what I was experiencing directly. I could feel her brush against me, hear her, smell her delicious musky scent. Added to the touches and tastes I got directly, the sensations were overwhelming. That feeling -- overwhelmed -- was exactly what I wanted. Clearly most of the men pounded us according to their own ideas of pleasure, without thinking of how we felt. This was not lovemaking or even considerate. We were just getting gang fucked. Not very sensitive, but that was why we came to the party. Actually, when we talked about Poseidon's later, that was the most erotic part, getting gang fucked. When her line of men was depleted, Alex turned to help me. She put her hands on my cheeks to hold my head for the throat-fucking. She played with my tits and clit. She stuck fingers in my pussy, then painted my face. She provided stimulating visions for the men while I was sucking cocks. Alex could, would, and did do it all. After everyone who wanted anything had used us, Iron Mike reentered the gangbang room. "All the civilians have been cleared out. Let's go." Before I knew it, I was wrapped in one of the floor blankets and thrown over a biker's shoulder. My ass was on top, head and legs down his back and front. He gripped me tightly with one arm. Alex walked with Mike, behind us. She patted ...

... my head, swished my drooping hair, looking amused by my upside down position. Alex talked with Mike as we went. He nodded, apparently pleased by her ideas. I had no clue what was planned. We returned to the public part of the restaurant, where we had started earlier. The blinds were down, lights dimmed, and a table had been cleared. There were a lot of men gathered, more than I saw in the back room. "Put Blond Cunt on her back," Iron Mike said, pointing to the end of the table. I was extracted from the cum streaked blanket and suspended above the table by two men. The blanket was utilized to cover the bare wood, then I was gently placed on my back, just as Mike ordered. Alex told me to lift my legs high up, spread in wishbone style. She helped me adjust myself so my pussy was at the edge of the table. I was open and available, ready to be used again. Men moved in, crowding the table, joking about dumping loads in me. They debated the merits of my pink parts. Alex still didn't say what she had in mind. She just started the show by asking for a beer bottle. A long-neck was immediately handed over. She crouched down to lick my pussy while she inserted the bottle into her own, moving it around while she made sounds of pleasure. When she pulled it out, the neck was slimy with her fluids. She stood up, held the bottle out, offering it to the guys. "Who will lick it off?" No one responded. "Cowards!" she said as she sensuously licked it herself. That they liked. She turned to me, ...