I grew up in rural Iowa, on a small farm that’s been in the family for generations. I really enjoyed the lifestyle for twenty-two years, but then, having earned my degree, I realized the time had come for something new. The big city beckoned me, and so with the best wishes of family and friends I set off to make my fame and fortune.
Well, here I am at twenty-six and nowhere near famous or rich, but I have a job I love, a cozy apartment in a wonderful neighborhood and lots of good friends. Blessed with good looks, I don’t lack for dates and enjoy all there is to do in the city. Still, I treasure the memories I have of my carefree time on the farm, one of which continues to provide hours of masturbatory pleasure as I have turned it into an outrageous sexual fantasy.
One late afternoon in the spring I took the pickup into town to purchase supplies at the general store. I was talking to Joe, the grizzled proprietor, when suddenly we heard the roar of two huge Harley-Davidsons as they pulled up outside. I jumped, thinking the worst, but Joe quickly assured me that Hank and his biker buddy, Eddie, were basically good guys who came into town occasionally to buy six-packs. They might look tough, he said, but at heart they were pussycats.
Pussycats? Two burly, leather-clad guys riding monster bikes? It didn’t seem likely. Joe’s words, however, put me at ease, and once Hank and Eddie were in the store I saw them in a different light. With their rugged good looks and muscular builds they were decidedly appealing. Threatening? Perhaps a little, but in a sexually exciting way, and as I followed them with my eyes while they gathered the stuff they needed, my heart beat faster and my pussy moistened. And it didn’t help when they started talking to me, flirting, really, but in a perfectly acceptable manner. By the time they left, each one smiling and blowing me a kiss, I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life.
All during the drive back home I thought about Hank and Eddie, imagining how it would be to have sex with them. I’d been fucked by farm boys, and sometimes really well, but something told me a roll in the hay with these two biker dudes would be special indeed. Soon after arriving at the farm I went to my room where I masturbated to an explosive orgasm, creating the fantasy that to this day remains my very favorite. This is how it goes:
I’m back in Joe’s general store, clad in a checkered shirt, tight jeans and sneakers, watching Hank and Eddie as they prepare to leave. Instead of blowing me a kiss good-bye, Hank asks if I’d like a ride on his bike. With my heart racing I answer yes, and minutes later I’m sitting behind him and holding on tight as the Harley roars out of town. Eddie stays alongside us until he speeds ahead and turns off onto a dirt road. Hank follows, yelling out if I’m okay as we bounce along. I’m more than okay as the constant vibrations of the bike against my crotch have me thinking sex, sex, sex.
The seldom-traveled old road takes us to a ramshackle cabin in the woods, which I’m told is the club’s headquarters. Once inside, my eyes go immediately to the king-size mattress lying on the floor in the center of the room. As I’m wondering just how many girls have been fucked on that mattress, Eddie turns on a beat-up radio to a country-western station. He returns to stand in front of me, and with Hank behind me I’m now sandwiched between their two strong bodies. Slowly, and with obvious pleasure, they remove my clothes, complimenting me on my “beautiful tits” and “fantastic ass,” feeling me all over.
When I’m stark naked, Eddie tells me to get on the mattress and masturbate for them, while they undress. One hand goes to my tits and the other to my pussy as I begin playing with myself, keeping my eyes on the guys. I guess them to be in their late twenties. Eddie is clean-shaved, his face bronzed by the sun, while Hank sports a beard and mustache. They undress with a certain conceit, obviously proud of their bodies, and rightly so. Tattoos come into view now, the most prominent being the green and yellow serpent that travels up Hank’s well-muscled right arm, the “I Love Mom” heart on the bulging bicep of his left arm and the American flag adorning Eddie’s back. Each wears an earring, and each has a big, beautiful cock in full erection. My mouth waters at the sight.
An involuntary moan of desire escapes my lips as the guys get on the mattress. Hank kneels by my head and feeds me his cock as Eddie crouches between my spread legs to eat me. I’m so excited by this time that I suck frantically on Hank’s dick, almost swallowing it, and he has to slow me down. Meanwhile, down below, Eddie is feasting on my pussy, slurping up my honey and making me moan around his buddy’s shaft every time his tongue lashes my quivering clit.
I come, pulling Hank’s now-glistening cock from my mouth to let out a cry of pleasure. Eddie, chuckling in satisfaction, gets into position between my legs and without pause plants his meaty manhood in my soaking sex. He fucks me at an even, steady pace, hitting bottom with each stroke, as I gobble Hank’s cock as if it were the most delicious treat ever, which at that moment it is. In the haze of my arousal I remember that I hardly know these guys. To them I am but a conquest, another girl, this one a pretty blue-eyed blonde, in real need of some biker-style fucking. That thought merely adds more fuel to my fire.
After a while they change places, with Hank getting between my legs and Eddie kneeling by my head. Hank’s bushy beard tickles as he sweeps his tongue over my pussy a few times before sinking his cock into it. Eddie, saying “Open wide, Marilou,” stuffs his cock into my eager mouth and starts fucking my face, which I find wildly exciting–so much so that I’m soon coming again.
The minutes go by and, with a big cock in my mouth and another big one in my pussy, I’m lost in lust. All of a sudden, Eddie pulls out of my mouth and walks over to the radio, singing along to the tune that’s playing. He turns up the volume a bit and returns to the mattress, where Hank, having flipped me over and pulled me up onto my hands and knees, is now fucking me from behind.
Hank’s cock feels even larger this way and I moan with pleasure. Then Eddie returns to the mattress, kneeling next to his buddy. Looking back, I see Eddie stick a finger in his mouth, and then, while Hank holds still inside me, I feel that finger push into my small rear hole. “Tight,” Eddie says. “An anal virgin, I’d bet.”
Hank asks me if it feels good and I answer yes, remembering the naughty pleasure I felt when Tommy, one of the farm boys, did me that way. Sawing his finger in and out of my asshole, Eddie asks if he can fuck my “beautiful butt.” I tell him yes, and that he should do it hard. This stuns him–he undoubtedly thought he’d be the first to fuck my bottom. But he recovers quickly, and spurred on by the knowledge that here was a girl who had no qualms about taking a cock up her ass, he pushes Hank aside and takes his place behind me. In no time he’s pushing into me, going deeper and deeper, until the full length of his cock is buried in my rear passage. Although it’s been a while since I’d had a cock in my ass, the unique thrill of being ass-fucked returns with a vengeance, rattling me to the core.
Hank stands by, watching his buddy pound into my bottom and stroking his dick, somewhat miffed at being left out of the action. The feel of Eddie’s big cock slamming into me again and again has me practically sobbing with joy. I drop my shoulders onto the mattress and reach underneath me to stroke my pussy, which is all it takes to start me coming like crazy. I’m still in a state of euphoria when Eddie withdraws his cock from my behind on orders from Hank, who’s come up with what he thinks is a great idea. “We’ll DP her,” he says excitedly. “How ’bout that, Marilou? A cock in your pussy and one in your ass. Bet you’ve never done that before.”
He’s right, but the idea of being stuffed full with two big cocks is devilishly exciting. “Do it,” I say with authority. “Please.”
They do, and it’s the most amazing, most thrilling experience of my life. There I am, sandwiched between these two burly bikers, Hank flat on his back and punching his cock into my pussy while Eddie, behind me, rams his hard dick into my asshole. Never before have I been so full of cock, and the sheer pleasure of it all engulfs me completely. I come twice before the guys do, and I’m still trembling when Hank shoots his semen up into my pussy and Eddie drenches my rear passage with his mighty orgasm.
Thoroughly sated, we relax with the three cans of beer Hank’s taken from the small refrigerator. The guys then help me into my clothes and Hank gives me a ride back into town. Once in the pickup, heading for the farm, I think about Hank and Eddie and all the pleasure they gave me, and I almost come yet again.
It’s the whole outlaw thing, I guess. You know, girls wanting to be with renegade types whose demeanor and lifestyle suggest danger and sinful delights. I haven’t met anyone in the city like that, but I’ll be ready if and when he comes along. In the meantime, there’s Hank and Eddie, my favorite biker buddies, who never fail to make me happy when I welcome them into my imagination.–Ms. Marilou T., Via E-Mail