Group Sex Lusty Lynn - Sexy Biker Nurse

The irony was Tina wanted to add more. But what?

She got her answer a split second later. She felt the light tweak as Tina's fingers closed upon one of her swollen gumdrop nipples; giving it first a pinch, then a gentle twist... then a tugging pull. The next thing Nancy knew, Lynn's hands twisted her chin around to one side. Lynn's mouth was now all over hers; in dire need of a little bit of lesbo lip-lock action! It was a torrid Sapphic snog, the pretty biker nurse's tongue poking and exploring all the way to Nancy's tonsils.

Nancy for her part couldn't see anything, but oh she could feel each lovely tweak and tug to her titty-nubs as Lynn and Nick saw fit to absolutely wreck that twat of hers, down below. Her pot was definitely bubbling with excitement... what would it take for it to boil over?

Tina had that answer for her.

The twist and pulling to Nancy's nipples increased with wonderful roughness. It was at just the amount of "ouch" a woman might desire, (and it was all the more appropriate that a woman should be supplying that ouch)!

Only another woman could provide a woman that just-so amount of titty tweaking without it being unpleasant, Nancy thought as she now sucked Lynn's tongue a nice girl-to-girl mouth BJ. It was right then she felt THE POKE; not in her cunt... but right through her left tit!

She pulled her face from Lynn's just in time to see Tina's hands extract the needle. A wicked grin spread across Tina's face like a spot of oil on the surface of a pond. Nancy felt a hot rush of pain at her chest. Suddenly she had what she needed as that poking discomfort mingled with the exquisite carnage occurring down at her cunt. Nancy began to blubber, wail, and shake.

Lynn seized Nancy's face again in another passionate kiss as Nancy felt Tina's hands at her left boob once more. There was metallic push and the poke, followed by those same wicked fingers groping Nancy's other nipple for a good hard triggering titty-twister! It was precisely what she needed.

"WAAAHHHH AGGGGHHH!" Nancy screamed pulling away from Lynn's mouth as she came good n' hard. She was now caught up in a torrential splash-gasm of Hurricane proportions, squirting uncontrollably against Nick's plunging cock and Lynn's frigging fingers.

Nick felt her splash his loins and between Nancy's quaking cunt and Lynn's knuckles brushing against his cock, he knew it was too much. He needed to cum. He looked frantically to Lynn; telling her to move her hand out of the way. It was clear he was going to nut, (and nut damned hard). Lynn complied, releasing her girlfriend's twat taco.

Nick's powerful arms swept up the still quaking Nancy; bringing her up in an embrace as his cock plunged in and out of her baby factory and jetting hot ropes of cum deep inside her. The two kissed. It was like they'd melted into happy blubbers and whimpers; Nick drenched from Nancy's puss-piddlings and Nancy, enjoying the last little dribbles that cock up her puss-pipe.

She hugged him hard; sniffing and kissing his face, neck and shoulders. A sensualist to the last, Nancy wanted to get in a few last huffs of his sweaty man-smells and tastes. She loved it. There was no denying it.

A second later and the air was filled with more grunts and moans, (not to mention the distinctly hot whiff of sex). It seems this whole time Tina was getting plowed up her puss-hole from behind by the ever-capable Cowboy Motherfucker, (who by all accounts was rowing her insides and riding her ass hell-bent for leather). Meanwhile Flash's pussy-poker had been knocking Lynn's ovaries up somewhere into her shoulder-blades as he himself twisted at her teats; chewing and biting her shoulders in the process, all while fiddling her swelled up clitty in torrid reach-around. Neither of the girls seemed to be complaining in the least, (despite their moans and cries).

For Tina, seeing Nancy climax after she'd pierced the hot nurse's nipple was the catalyst she'd needed to go along with that huge pony cock that Cowboy Motherfucker was slamming home up inside her cunt. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth dropped open. She shook on all fours, trying desperately to find her voice before cutting loose with a banshee-holler of,

"Eeeeee-yaaaaaaaaggggghhhh!"

Tina's hard climax was like a trail of black powder; flashing and racing across the floor to create a sympathetic pyro-technic effect in Lynn and the aptly named Flash, as well! It was as if the tattooed tart had sneezed and the pretty blonde nurse with the kewpie-doll looks had caught it, (along the tattoo-sleeved rock star hammering away at her twat from behind). Both released in a violent full-bodied sneeze of their own!

"AAAAAAGGGHHHH! EEEAAAAGGGHHH!" cried Lynn and Flash in unison, their call of joy taking on nearly a happy duet quality with a charm all its very own.

Both were transformed into two rutting beasts on heat as the rocker's cock splattered salty curd after salty ropey curd inside Lynn. She responded with a happy cascade of briny girly drippings down his shaft before the two fell backwards; laughing over the top of Flash's saddle.

The duo now looked perfectly ridiculous; legs kicking and asses up over the saddle on the floor as they tried to right themselves, only to be happily tangled in the sex and sweat-drenched body of the other. When they finally sat up and kissed, they were all snorts and giggles at what had just happened. Their laughter, like the climaxes just a few seconds previous... was just as contagious.

Soon all six people in the room were cackling hysterically. It would only get worse. Nancy still had the other half of her tattoo to complete, Nick still wished to fuck the pretty nurse-MILF in the ass in the bargain, and Tina had just retrieved a brand new unopened bottle of tequila from underneath the cash register that she and Nick had been saving for a special occasion. It was then Lynn remembered the weed and the pipe in her jacket. This fucked-up event was on the verge of going to a whole new level of fucked-up, and they still hadn't made it to the after-party at the hotel!

The paper seal on the tequila bottle was broken as Tina twisted the cap and "opened her up," to take a swilling swig of the contents. Lynn fumbled with her cigarette lighter and her special "party-favors."

The bottle went one way, and soon the illicit contents of Lynn's went the other way trailing smoke. The jar of Vaseline was meanwhile being passed amongst the men, who knew well enough how to put it to good use; what with lovely un-fucked female assholes in oh-so-easy reach, it was not as if they needed to be told. It was a party now!

The atmosphere was now saturated with post-fuck funk, sweat, and laughs. It would soon be filled with more of the same, (but with the added wafting scent of good ole freshly lit "sticky-icky"). This was not your average dime-bag moss... it was clear to all that Lynn had gotten her mitts and on some prime shit. It was also clear that Lynn considered sharing ...to indeed be caring.

Cowboy Motherfucker greased up his pole fresh out of Tattooed Tina's twat-hole. He hadn't cum inside her; having blown his load earlier down Tina's trachea he'd been able to edge himself nicely and now he was ready to dig into her colorfully decorated derriere and dirt chute.

Nick and Flash followed suit. The problem was they'd both just nutted and were in a bit of a race against time before they "lost things."

No problem, this was not their first time at the rodeo. With a dob of grease each, they soon were running their freshly slicked cocks up and down the cracks of Nancy and Lynn's "purdy pink pouty poopers," crease-fucking their ladies. Both women lay over their respective saddles; heads down and asses-up, (as if it were "branding time"). In this way, Flash and Nick could slide their shafts to sufficient hardness while the tequila flowed and the smoke billowed ...all mixing together with the giggles and laughter.

"OOHHHHH SHI-I-I-I-I-TTTT!! AAAHHHHHH!!" came a bawl from Tina as Cowboy Motherfucker was now attempting to load that bucking bronco cock of his into her rear-chute. Like the two other women nearby, she was all "head-down and heart-shaped tattooed ass-up," (with Justin slowly pushing his mushroom cock-head against her puckered anus). He was going easy but confidently... slow and steady being key for him as he tested the elasticity of her pretty pink poo-pucker; watching for any signs of things going just plain wrong. They didn't.

For all her yelping and gasping, Tina was a trooper. In fact, she was a trooper who could take anything up the pooper; provided she had enough grease, clitoral stimulation and decent booze fueling things for her.

In spite of how big that pony cock was, she simply leaned back hard against it; frigging her clit silly with madly strumming fingers. A second later she huffed her lungs empty and commenced to make her ass... oh so wonderfully full. She just loved the thrill of being stretched in her nasty no-no hole by a big greasy cock.

Justin now found Tina's mud-pucker yielding to the blunt stretching push of his member. It was tight though. Her 'lil pink shitter-shutter' opened to allow him entry sure enough, but not without first giving his dingdong a 'tender lovin greasy ...SQUEEZE,' as it passed through the door, veiny shaft and all!

He for damned-sure knew he was in for a ride.

He got halfway in; paused ...and allowed Tina to make adjustments. She caught her breath and pushed back more. He felt the forbidden warmth of her insides and the grip of her ass, exquisitely holding him in that nasty squeeze.

They both waited. She paused and then with grit and determination, she forced out the air from her lungs and sank his shaft into her up to his balls.

"EEEYYYAGGGHHH!" Tina cried out.

There was another pause as she raised her hand and bid him to wait. A few seconds more and she was good.

She nodded her head. Justin began to fuck and churn Tina's insides as she cursed like a sailor on shore leave; all while diddling her own clit with selfish determined fury.

A few feet away, Nick now was quite satisfied with both the hardness of his wang and the slickness of Nancy's caca-canyon. It was time to get things started.

He slewed the tip of his dong to the dimple of her ass-chute as Nancy grimaced in anticipation and blew out her air. She shut eyes and let out a low belly-ache of a groan as the girth of his greasy gronk began to give her gut-hole a nice friendly ...PUSH.

Once the cock was inside, there was a pause. Nancy sucked her wind back in and allowed her asshole to get used to the stretch of Nick's member, then she nodded her pretty lil auburn head with the cowboy Stetson still atop it. Nick picked up his needle, and began to stroke-fuck her rectum slowly. This would be a marvelous exercise in multi-tasking for him... and her!

Now all that were left were Lynn and Flash. With the rocker's cock ready to go, Lynn decided to take charge of things. She had him sit down on the floor facing Nick and Nancy, with his greased dork pointing to the ceiling and his back reclining on the saddle.

Glancing just a few feet away Lynn caught Cowboy Motherfucker's eye as he slewed back n' forth between Tina's ass cheeks; his hands rowing steadily at her rear as he held her by her hips masterfully. Lynn plucked those stolen sunglasses from her jacket and with a bit of panache, winked at him while licking her lips. His face turned her way, his eyes following her every move despite the fact that he was most busy with Tina.

Confident she had Justin's attention if not his cock just yet; Lynn popped those mirrored shades upon her face before focusing on Flash's rocker cock below on the floor requiring some tender loving care. She was going to show everyone (Justin and Tina in particular), just how well she could skewer her own backdoor with a big greasy man-dong.

She stood above Flash's cock with her feet shoulder width apart, straddling his legs with her ass above his face. She was pretty sure he enjoyed the view from where he was and she was right; her ass was simply marvelous. It was about to be fucked marvelously hard!

She squatted down and found the knob of Flash's cock; placing its bulbous bell-head against the puckered pink notch of her anus. She let gravity and grease do the rest, simply sinking down on it and letting it skewer her up her hiney.

"EEYYAAHHHH...OHHHHHHH," came hot rush of air from her lungs as she descended upon the shaft; raising her head to the ceiling with eyes shut behind the mirrored sunglasses.

She huffed in and out, in and out for several breaths. When she felt everything inside her was calming down, she commenced to move herself up and down, ever... so... slowly. As her entrails embraced the stretch, she became braver; picking up the pace to a nice bouncing butt-fuck as Flash held her steady from underneath with strong tattooed arms.

"Give it to me sweetie," she hissed over her shoulder to him.

He complied, shoving his junk up her keister as far as it would go with each stroke. Her ass cheeks bouncing upon his loins now rang out in the room with an audible repetitive SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! that rose above the other grunts, moans, and gasps filling the air.

Lynn was in her element now. Anal sex was something she did; something she loved - just as much as tequila and weed, just as much as riding her bike loud and fast through sleepy neighborhoods on Sunday mornings. It was what she did. It was in short, "her thing."
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For her part, bottom-fucking was just as much a part of sex for Lynn as was pussy-eating, blowjobs, and slow-deep soulful missionary. She had to have it regularly or she developed an itch for it.

Thinking back on the subject; Lynn realized her naughty little anus had been as much a pink puckered part of her sexuality as was her womb, clit, or her bee-stung gumdrop nipples. She really couldn't remember a time when she didn't like to play with herself back there; it felt nasty and filthy... yet oh so nice to play with her stinky little ring, and the fun little chamber just beyond the backdoor's squeeze. She guessed that she'd first really identified her anus as a "selfish little pleasure center" when she'd first made a regular practice of masturbating herself to sleep. Those were such nasty days... her last year at home.

She'd been quietly "flipping her bean" in the bedroom under the covers, (trying so hard not to disturb her older sister sleeping just a few feet away). She'd always noticed the brush of a finger felt "funny" back there, but now at eighteen (and in her senior year in high school), she wanted a little more... a little different... a little strange.

She'd dropped the fingers of one hand in her dewy little twat-hole. As her other hand stroked back and forth between her nips and clit, her nostrils flared in hissy frantic little sips of air. I was as if she were in the middle of a feverish bad dream, the result of being both a healthy young woman, and a boiling cauldron of female hormones. This evening she was particularly edgy and in need of shameful relief as she did dirty things to herself.

She brought her hand up from her twat-taco and gave her myrrh-coated fingertips a little whiff. It was a pleasing scent, it was a comforting scent, it was her scent, and yet it was more than just her. She knew already she felt "things" for girls just as much as she'd hungered for boys.

That marvelously heady scent told her as much!

She sucked those fingers quietly while strumming her bean; whimpering quietly in the dark and listening carefully for the slightest murmur or movement from her sister. No sound came from that other side of the room except slow deep breaths; her sibling turned away from her facing the window. Good; she needed to fucking take care of this so she could get some sleep and these feelings were driving her up the wall, she was so horny!

She'd been turned-on badly lately. Maybe "turned-on" didn't describe it completely? Perhaps "wired" would be a better description; it was so nasty and disturbing (and yet wonderfully distracting).

A week before, she and her sister had been digging around in a closet where they weren't supposed to when their parents were away. They'd found a beat-up VHS porn tape with its black and white label peeling away slightly at the edges. Both girls knew they shouldn't be rummaging around in things but now, curiosity got the best of them.

A pop in the VCR later, and both she and her big sis got an eye-full; actually more than that, (about one hour and fifteen minutes full of handfuls, mouthfuls, and face-fuls). It was a loopy compilation of surgically enhanced bimbos and greasy looking guys with icky porn-mustaches and goofy mullets. It was burned into her head and as unappealing as it was... she also couldn't stop squishing her thighs together in her chair that evening at the dinner table as she remembered it all.

Then there had been the locker-room incident. She'd seen a couple of girls from her senior class undressing at school to use the showers and she felt a sort of longing for them. She'd felt odd things for girls before; mostly from glamour magazines and TV. Now however, fueled by the images from that VHS tape in her head, the sight of those ordinary girls her own age simply giggling and stepping into the hot steamy rain of the group shower, it triggered something.

She had the oddest mental image flash through her imagination. It may have been a moment of fantasy; perhaps inspiration or impulse she didn't know and it didn't really matter. Whatever it was, in her mind she was lying in her bed with those very same eighteen-year-old girls; naked, cuddling, and with everyone fondling one another in a happy cloud of kisses, rubs, and giggles.

She tossed on her sweatshirt and left the locker-room. Fuck the shower; she didn't need one and she'd get one when she got home. She just needed to get fresh air.

What was wrong with her? Had it been those lesbian scenes on the tape? NO, she just needed fresh air! Fresh air and homework would "cure" her.

Then she walked past the boys locker-room. The door was constantly opening and closing with sweaty young men going in and the whiff of socks and man-funk wafting out. It happened. Just how it happened; she wasn't certain, but at one point the gym-coach opened the door and shouted inside at some boys to, "hurry up and get to the showers."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw it, the forms of ordinary young men from her senior class suddenly merged with the mental images of men she'd seen in the tape. It should have been icky right? Nope, she suddenly saw those young men she'd scoffed at in class and in the cafeteria ...in a whole new light; a gaudy flickering shot-on-video sort of light. In their tighty-whitey underpants and those stupid tube-socks with the gaudy stripes, she saw those young men. What's more... she saw herself; covered in a heap of sweating heaving "dude-flesh;" with ardent young cocks all attempting to poke her in the...

OH SHIT SHE NEEDED AIR! SHE HAD TO GET THE FUCK HOME!

She felt desperate apprehension. An older woman would have recognized this as a healthy female libido acting in concert with hormones and blossoming sexuality. To an eighteen-year-old girl who was not exactly street smart this was unsettling. She raced down the hall from the gym and in a mood of supreme agitation she pushed on a glass exit door.

Something was wrong. She pulled it the other way. Nothing worked. She tried the next door beside it. It too was uncooperative. She shook the crush bar in her hand.

WHY WOULDN'T THESE FUCKING FUCKETY-FUCK DOORS WORK? AAAGGHHHH!!
The early bell rang, allowing walkers to leave the school. The door popped open. She raced through it. She simply didn't remember running the whole way; not a walk but a full-blown RUN home!

She hit her front door and dropped her books in the entry-way. She looked around the front room. Good... nobody home yet!

She careened down the hallway bumping her shoulder into the wall before running straight into the bathroom. She slammed the door shut behind her and locked it, shaking the handle just to be sure. Her sneakers were kicked off before she knew it and just a few seconds later her clothes hit the floor. She stepped quickly into the shower, now ready to deal with ...WHATEVER THE HELL THIS WAS!

In the steam and spatter of the showerhead with the cheap plastic curtain pulled closed behind her, she jilled-off hard; frigged herself rotten even. Her own fingers didn't soothe her... they fucking attacked her!

She ravaged herself; her hands finding everywhere and anywhere upon her body to grope, poke and stroke herself while lurid naked images of men and women fucked and rutted in the sweaty fevered recesses of her mind. She shrieked and sobbed and brought herself off mewling and whining through her noses as her tongue ran back and forth across her lips and teeth. It was good... it was SOOOOOOO FUCKING GOOD!

That night at dinner she was distracted. She was distracted again during homework, barely finishing it. She wasn't even interested in TV.

She said something about "not feeling well" to her folks and slipped off to the bedroom. She then closed the door, tossed on jammies and hopped into bed. She gave herself another vigorous "rub-one- out" session and finally was able to drift off to sleep before her sister entered the room and turned-in for the night, herself.

Her self-abusive methods had worked that first night; that much was true, but she found it wasn't the end of it. Every night that week afterwards; she needed to give herself a little "something naughty and selfish beneath the blankets. Sleep would not come until she made herself CUM!

Now here it was five days later and she was STILL in the dark; rubbing herself as if attempting to erase a bunch of misspelled words on her clit, pussy and nipples. Damn... oh well, her sister was sleeping and she was so turned on. The taste of the girlie-syrup from her twat-waffle had put that dirty-little-mind of hers into high gear; a seemingly endless array of nasty fantasies all banging away in her skull, vying for her attention and consideration.

She lay on her tummy and stroked her cunt-hole; the tips of her fingers pushing in deep while she ground the heel of her hand against her clit. She began humping her hand with her hips ever so slightly and making her bedsprings creak.

That felt nice. So nice but it wasn't enough. So what else could she do? Damn, what else could she do? Damn, damn, damn!

HEY, wait a minute.

She remembered back to her frig in the shower. She flipped onto her back as she recalled how it felt to frig herself while her other hand had wandered down her taint and brushed her poo-pucker. It had been an accident but it had felt sooo funny in a nice sort of way.

Damn it was hot in here? Her breasts felt like they were in a steam room. She pushed the blanket off her chest and let "her girls" breath a bit.

She began to stroke her puss-hole and clit with one hand while using her other hand to tease her taint. Little strokes on that funny little "in-between place," felt good along with what she was doing with her hand; yet she need more. She edged her finger a fraction of an inch farther south; leaving the no-mans-land between twat and tushy-hole.

She now touched the head of her mud-button with her fingertip; commencing to play and stroke at it in teensy weensy circles as her other hand finger blasted and humped her puss. She didn't know it yet but she was deliberately pushing the pink stinky ridged doorbell to a happy lifetime enjoying all things anal. She frigged and teased and wheezed in the dark; both her hands making sweet delicious mischief below the covers.

In her wickedly keen little memory, she hit replay on that VHS tape; recalling a lesbian scene where two women engaged in a torrid sixty-nine as a pizza delivery boy entered the room. With barely a glance up they offered him to join in on the fun and using some stupidly infantile dialogue he set the pizza aside. His clothes were shortly in a heap on the floor. Soon his delivery-dude dong was slewing up inside the greasy dung-hole of the dirty-blonde girl on top; while she and her brunette girlfriend down below, munched each other's rugs with furiously shaking heads.

It was simply awful porn, but it had all stuck in her head. Now she was making it "work for her"... (making it work in fact ...so ...very ...very nicely, indeed)!

In her naughty little noggin, Lynn now changed things up a bit. It was HER on top and beneath her the brunette happened to be Kim; her hot bestie, two months older than her. She now imagined the taste of Kim's cunt; bringing her fingers to her tongue and nose momentarily, (just to help the fantasy along).

A whiff and a taste of her fingers later, and she'd achieved sufficient inspiration. Now she imagined Danny; a nineteen-year-old quarterback who'd graduated her high school the year before. She'd fantasized about him before ...yes, but never like this.

She eased her finger up inside the snugness of her asshole; wiggling it around in her own nasty shameful warmth for a bit before she joined it with a second, and then a third. She imagined the meaty stretch of Danny's hard throbbing cock digging away at her dirty-place. Stroke, stroke, stroke, her hand probed up her rectum; her other hand now a mere buzzing blur on her cunt and clit it seemed. Now faster and harder she went, STROKE, STROKE, STROKE, STROKE, STROKE... UGGGGHHHH ...that did it for her!

She felt herself shudder and she brought the top edge of her blanket to her teeth. In the dark she whimpered softly; biting down on her covers as she frigged and came... and came and frigged... and came. It was so nice. It was soooo very, very nice!

Sleep came not a minute after she did.

After that she was hooked; pure and simple. Sex, porn, and lust had their newest self-abusing convert, (and one who understood her own orgasm better as to boot).

Now she just needed to get out into that big wide world and just fuck it raw!

Like her future friend Nurse Nancy, her first lesbian experience came from a sleepover at the house of a girl a few days later. She was a girl with like interests and of a similar taste. The fact that it was her best friend Kim made it all the more special and ironic.

In the dark and under the cover of sleeping bags; Lynn and Kim used fingers, lips and tongues upon one another in wonderfully new and exciting ways! Soon, she and "Kimmie," found other girls who shared their special "hobbies and interests." This progressed to some wonderfully fun nubile encounters, (with as many as six young women at a time playing around on the 1970's crappy orange shag carpet of Kim's basement while her parents were away on a day trip).

For her part, Lynn was somewhat befuddled by it all, (as well as excited). She didn't know if this was "practice," or if she really only fancied girls deep down in her heart of hearts. There was only one way to find out.

Soon she took things further in the backs of cars with boys from her school. No longer content to simply kiss and make out with fellahs before letting them grab her tits and call it a date; she wanted cocks, big veiny ones too... and she wanted them simply everyplace and everywhere!

She jerked them, she sucked them, she stroked them and fucked them. Oh, but she was cautious though!

At first she wanted only condom-coated cocks up her cunt. She knew the dangers of baby-batter and she didn't wish to be another teen pregnancy statistic. No glove no love, that was her motto.

After several fuck and suck sessions however, she expanded her repertoire; allowing a few unwrapped rascals up her snatch, (if only to finish the moaning young men off with a blowjob or a nice "squirty-spooge" upon her tits). It was shortly after that, she hit upon the idea of "butthole birth-control," taking cock up her pussy for several strokes and then letting the boy stick it up her anus to "finish." It was love at first greasy shove!

Once she'd experienced that first warm nutting up inside her naughty "no-no" place, there was simply no turning back. She loved it. Once she'd managed to cum with a cock deep in her crapper, she was addicted pure and simple!

The rest was history. After graduating and moving out of the house, she worked odd jobs and lived with a couple of boyfriends. It was during this time she learned to ride motorcycles as well as stiff cocks, (both activities she found equally captivating).

A short time after this she found herself in Nursing school. There, she focused on her studies with a new found dedication and purpose; even going so far as to swear off dick, (terribly hard sacrifice that it was). She couldn't let one more guy with a "smooth line" and a set of broad shoulders deter her from her new found quest; to make something out of herself.

She wasn't a total prude though; she'd remembered the times she'd had in high school with her girlfriend Kim and the other girls. She and a few like-minded girlfriends at the school became "lesbians until graduation" (or LUGs), as they playfully referred to one another; no harm in that.

It was just like high school all over again in some respects. She and her roommate Florence (or "Flo" as she was called), set aside special-time together with the shades drawn and their clothes off. During these "breaks," the two brought one another off to countless orgasms with tongues and dildos up one another's snatches and with greased fingers up one another's assholes.

Once more, both women decided more young ladies were needed in these little special "stress relief sessions" of theirs. It started out with one or two extra girls of like minds, first. Soon however, the relief sessions involved as many as six other naked women daisy chaining away with dildos and licking eager tongues.

It worked. It worked because they made it work. It also taught Lynn, the new nurse something quite valuable; sex was as essential to life as was food, air and sleep.

She found motorcycles to be equally indispensable for good health and solid mental well-being; getting her first bike dirt-cheap after clobbering a biker at pool who couldn't cover his own wager. He'd thought he was going to get his cock sucked in the parking lot; instead he'd had to call his grandmother to come get him and give him a ride home in her Pacer, (all while his buddies hooted and chided him out the door).

Steady cock came back to her following graduation. Something new came along for her too. About two years in practice as a nurse, she met the love of her life, "Mr. D!"

It had begun with both attending a barbeque hosted by friends. Both checked out each other ...both checked out each other's bikes ...both looked each other up and down again.

There was a conversation. There was flirting. There was chemistry. Sparks flew.

They moved in together. One thing led to another. Somebody found a judge. They made it official. They made it work.

One reason they made it work was because they had two rules; no jealousy... and no fucking secrets. She had his back, he had his. That extended to money, work, sex... and yeah bikes.

What? You thought I would leave the bikes out of this?

They also kept up the fire and the passion between them. They knew each other's moods, knew each other's sweet spots, knew what each one was "into," and they fed those appetites regularly. They knew each other's favorite tequila. He knew just how to throw her down on the bed, rip her clothes off, and choke her while fucking her silly. He knew how she loved doggy-style and how she could take him up her twat taco or her turd factory just as easy as starting her Harley, (provided he took the time with kisses and foreplay). She knew how to suck him so that he came in ten strokes, but she dragged things out - preferring to gag on his gronk over long periods of time as he munched her pussy like he was half-starved. They both knew they liked variety and that meant - the parties!

These parties weren't your average get togethers with the neighbors where "Bob n' Helen" would come over grill burgers, oh hell no! This would involve several discreet couples (and a few singles who could keep their mouths shut). Booze and weed come out, inhibitions would be tossed on a bonfire, and clothes would come off. Lynn and Mr. D loved the swinging lifestyle, (and it loved them)!

You'll recall, I said something about no jealousy and no secrets, right? Ok, just checking to see if you were listening.
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*****​

Well anyhow... here Lynn was all these years later; bouncing up and down on Flash's boner and shoving him way up her hot little hiney as she whimpered and frigged her clit. For the life of her she didn't know where Mr D was but the tequila and weed (not to mention the dick), had worked their magic. This wasn't exactly a secret she was keeping... so far the rock concert had simply turned out better than anticipated. She tucked that thought away in the back of her head and kept moving up and down on the rocker's greasy penis-pole.

Flash now pulled Lynn back upon himself, so that she was reclining on him like a piece of furniture, the saddle on the floor supporting the both of them. In this new arrangement, Flash could easily finger her nipples and fiddle her clit as his cock continued to split her; right up her tail-pipe!

"Haaahhh," Lynn gasped as she felt the tweaks and diddles from his hands blend perfectly with the ohhhh-so-nice stretch that cock of his was giving her!

He was playing her now; strumming her like a guitar. She was awash in sheer bliss from it all. She had new company, however...

Nancy hadn't forgotten the tender loving care Lynn had just recently provided her, and she figured now was the time to repay the favor. As Nick's needle etched new art upon the small of her back and his dong shuttled back and forth in her lovely tight tushy, she craned herself forward; her face planting SMACK BANG in the middle of Lynn's upturned pussy. She commenced to feast as her blonde haired friend sighed and smiled in approval at her lovely friend's decision.

Lynn wanted to see everything. She loved the sensation of Nancy's kisser pressing down into her lady bits and gobbling her twat waffle. She needed a better view though.

Lynn plucked Justin's Stetson from Nancy's naughty noggin and placed it atop her own blonde head win no small amount of panache. It was her turn to show off and she was going to do it like a boss. She was going to totally OWN this assfuck and cunt-munch and to prove the point, she cocked the cowboy hat rakishly over one lens of those mirrored sunglasses; making certain Justin saw the whole fucking thing!

Nancy found herself rewarded for her attentions to Lynn's twat taco, as her pretty blonde bestie now ran fingers through Nancy's auburn mane; pulling the gorgeous mature nurse's lips deeper into her puss flesh. Nancy relished the taste of Lynn's pussy; a more succulent pink delicacy there never was (save her own). The fact that Flash's meaty balls kept smacking Nancy in the chin as his cock reamed Lynn's greasy rear only added to the excitement!

Nancy paused from her pussy tasting; instead dropping down to bury her snout in Flash's testicles. She huffed in that all-too-intoxicating funk of "hairy man balls," (that only a lady of her considerable appetites could truly appreciate). It wasn't enough... she had to taste them. She wrapped her lips first around one scallop-sized nut and then the other, in a greedy ball-sucking session that set Flash moaning and plowing Lynn's poor pouty pooper even harder still.

Her hunger fueled by the heady flavor of ball-sack; Nancy gently licked her way from the base of that cock ...up that manshaft along its underside, then on to the very point where male cock gave-way to stretched female pucker-hole. Tonguing that nasty fusion of boy and girl flesh, she triggered whimpers and moans from both Flash and Lynn; something that fed her wicked ego as well as her greedy lips, (knowing she had the power to make others quake and shudder with pleasure). She then moved up Lynn's taint, licking and nibbling all the way slowly until she once again had a mouth full of twat. With a happy sigh, Lynn seized a fistful of Nancy's auburn mane to show how much she appreciated Nancy's tickling tongue-torture talents!

That tug to Nancy's locks from Lynn blended exquisitely with that buzzing sting from Nick's needle, (and that's not to mention the stick to her ass from Nick's butt-stretching prick). Nancy now realized, she was a happy sufferer of algolagnia, (or the love of pain during sex). It was something she'd always suspected at some level of her consciousness, but now it was if she'd awakened from a deep drowsy sleep and was happily aware of it all. She was like that person we all know who put's hot sauce on everything, (because what is pleasure without the spicy burn)?

Lynn turned her attention from Nancy's nookie nibblings to observe the raunchy rectal rut of Cowboy Motherfucker and Tattooed Tina. Something had made her look their way and that something was Cowboy Motherfucker himself; his eyes locked onto hers. How long had he been staring at her? It didn't matter; Lynn had felt that gaze of his like a sexy male heat ray, and now as he plowed away at Tina's intestines, Justin simply held that stare into Lynn's unblinking baby blues. He broke the tension with a wink and a wry smile.

She smiled back.

Good, he nodded to her... he had her attention.

Now he executed a reversal; leaning forward to scoop up Tina with both his arms beneath her tattooed "tummy tum-tum." He pulled her up and over backwards, so that she now found herself seated on his dong; her legs now straddling him reverse cowgirl style in a squat as he reclined back against the saddle. Tina let out a happy squeal and then began to bounce, sending that dong of his deep up her derriere with each plunge of her lovely ass. Justin then returned his gaze to that of Lynn's.

He kept those eyes of his locked on Lynn's face, (as he fucked both Tina's ass and Lynn's mind). In typical cowpoke fashion, he was showing off for a lady, (hoping she'd take notice). She did ...OH FUCK YEAH, SHE DID!

Lynn felt a cool rush of primal awe tingle at her very scalp beneath that Stetson atop her head. Behind those mirrored sunglasses her eyes were spellbound by what they beheld. She was as much a deer caught in the headlights; unable to tear her eyes from the spectacle, and simply not wanting to do so either for that matter.

Plain and simple, Justin's cock was pummeling Tina's poor anal pucker in a dirty stretching so wonderfully rude it was worthy of the sagas. Each thrust of the veiny penile poker, forced the elastic rim of her anus wide; like a great serpent attempting to devour its prey all in one gulp. Each push up her entrails forced Tina's twat waffle to gape; sufficient to make her pink puss pit resemble a sagging mouth on a theatrical mask. Tina to put it bluntly; was like a suitcase loaded way beyond capacity... but oh happily so!

Oh yeah, Tina was happy. She may have been wailing like her heart was gonna break but she was sporting a big happy smile across her kisser by now. That much was clear.​