I supposed to compete with these perfectly made up painted women? Wait a minute - why did I even want to compete with them? This wild orgy of carnal pleasure definitely wasn’t what I was interested in. But then where was all of this jealousy stemming from?
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W hile I had taken a moment for introspection, trying to figure out why I was experiencing a sudden bout of jealousy, the two other women had moved in closer to their target. “Ladies, I need a moment,” Roads finally managed to get out, although not until both women had their hands on him, running over his chest and tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Will you excuse me?”
“Oh, I’m not letting you get away that fast,” the redhead purred, pushing forward and knocking me aside so that she could slip into the biker’s arms. She threw her hands up around his neck, grinding her tits against his chest. “I remember when you were last here, big boy. You gave Carrie and me a night that I still think about when I’m feeling especially horny.” One of her hands dipped down to run prominently over the man’s crotch, feeling at his package through his leather pants. “How about a repeat performance?”
The blonde, Carrie, didn’t hesitate to jump in as well. Her hands reached out, grabbing Roads’ arm as he brought it up to fend off this slut. Pulling it towards her, she nestled her head into his armpit while shoving his fingers inside her top. I saw Roads’ hand tighten around one of her breasts, and felt my eyes narrow. “I’m in,” she added. “Or rather, I want you in me!”
Roads paused, and I could see his resolve weakening. I lifted my hand to my mouth and let out a cough, subtly trying to pull his attention back to me. At the sound, his eyes jerked up, landing on me, and he seemed to shake off the spell of the two whores and return to himself.
“Please, just a minute,” he insisted, and he withdrew his hand from inside Carrie’s shirt. She pouted up at him, but he didn’t even seem to notice, instead carefully but surely prying the redhead off of his chest.
I didn’t see exactly how it happened - whether it was Roads’ hand, or if the redhead did it herself, but suddenly, the knot that was straining to hold back her busty chest gave way, and the flannel shirt tied around her fell away. Her boobs, artificially big and round, were free and exposed. Instead of showing any hint of shame, however, she wiggled them enticingly at Roads. “Are you saying that you’re going to pass on these?” she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You know, there are plenty of other guys here that would love to take a ride on this!”
Roads opened his mouth but didn’t reply right away, and I saw him physically shudder. But he pulled his eyes away from them and made eye contact with me for a moment, and seemed to draw strength. “I’m sorry,” he said again, but this time I could hear the iron in his voice. “But no.”
And, clearly focusing every bit of his mental self control on keeping his eyes away from the alluring sight of the redhead’s chest, Roads stepped forward and put his hand on my shoulder once again. “Upstairs,” he whispered into my ear, guiding me on a safe path through the orgy of flesh and pleasure occurring in the living room. At the far end, a set of wooden stairs led up to a second floor. That seemed to be our destination.
As we walked across the living room, I tried to keep my eyes up, focused just on the stairs, not looking at what was going on all around me. The sights and sounds were impossible to ignore, however. I could hear the squishing, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh, the smacks of buttocks slamming into hips, and cries of pleasure, both male and female. One woman, over in the corner with an especially large biker holding her up and working her back and forth like a toy, was letting out a breathy wail that carried over the rest of the sounds. “Oh, oh, oh, yes, oh yes, yes!”
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W hile I had taken a moment for introspection, trying to figure out why I was experiencing a sudden bout of jealousy, the two other women had moved in closer to their target. “Ladies, I need a moment,” Roads finally managed to get out, although not until both women had their hands on him, running over his chest and tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Will you excuse me?”
“Oh, I’m not letting you get away that fast,” the redhead purred, pushing forward and knocking me aside so that she could slip into the biker’s arms. She threw her hands up around his neck, grinding her tits against his chest. “I remember when you were last here, big boy. You gave Carrie and me a night that I still think about when I’m feeling especially horny.” One of her hands dipped down to run prominently over the man’s crotch, feeling at his package through his leather pants. “How about a repeat performance?”
The blonde, Carrie, didn’t hesitate to jump in as well. Her hands reached out, grabbing Roads’ arm as he brought it up to fend off this slut. Pulling it towards her, she nestled her head into his armpit while shoving his fingers inside her top. I saw Roads’ hand tighten around one of her breasts, and felt my eyes narrow. “I’m in,” she added. “Or rather, I want you in me!”
Roads paused, and I could see his resolve weakening. I lifted my hand to my mouth and let out a cough, subtly trying to pull his attention back to me. At the sound, his eyes jerked up, landing on me, and he seemed to shake off the spell of the two whores and return to himself.
“Please, just a minute,” he insisted, and he withdrew his hand from inside Carrie’s shirt. She pouted up at him, but he didn’t even seem to notice, instead carefully but surely prying the redhead off of his chest.
I didn’t see exactly how it happened - whether it was Roads’ hand, or if the redhead did it herself, but suddenly, the knot that was straining to hold back her busty chest gave way, and the flannel shirt tied around her fell away. Her boobs, artificially big and round, were free and exposed. Instead of showing any hint of shame, however, she wiggled them enticingly at Roads. “Are you saying that you’re going to pass on these?” she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You know, there are plenty of other guys here that would love to take a ride on this!”
Roads opened his mouth but didn’t reply right away, and I saw him physically shudder. But he pulled his eyes away from them and made eye contact with me for a moment, and seemed to draw strength. “I’m sorry,” he said again, but this time I could hear the iron in his voice. “But no.”
And, clearly focusing every bit of his mental self control on keeping his eyes away from the alluring sight of the redhead’s chest, Roads stepped forward and put his hand on my shoulder once again. “Upstairs,” he whispered into my ear, guiding me on a safe path through the orgy of flesh and pleasure occurring in the living room. At the far end, a set of wooden stairs led up to a second floor. That seemed to be our destination.
As we walked across the living room, I tried to keep my eyes up, focused just on the stairs, not looking at what was going on all around me. The sights and sounds were impossible to ignore, however. I could hear the squishing, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh, the smacks of buttocks slamming into hips, and cries of pleasure, both male and female. One woman, over in the corner with an especially large biker holding her up and working her back and forth like a toy, was letting out a breathy wail that carried over the rest of the sounds. “Oh, oh, oh, yes, oh yes, yes!”
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