It’s a deal!
written by:
Chris-t6290

Having passed my motorbike test on my middle-aged brothers bike, being the tomboy that I was (growing up with three brothers and a father, my mother having died giving birth to my younger sibling), I wanted something with a bit more power between my legs - if you know what I mean. (Take that anyway you want to!)

Yes siree, as the third of four children, and hardly any mother to bring me up - I barely knew her being just three years old at the time of her passing - all four of them had a huge male influence on me. No dolls, and preferring trousers or shorts - depending on the time of year - to that of a skirt for school, I had an almost ‘don't mess with me,' demeanour about me.

Later on, when I discovered sex, I was, as is the case now, the one to initiate it, mainly because the young guys were wary of what I might do to their ‘two veg', as their testicles are referred to, if they tried it on; mind you, after I'd satisfied myself with some of them, they as much as indicated later, that I'd made their balls ache as a result; ‘what pussies', I thought to myself.

Anyway, getting back to the story at hand. Kevin's bike, which, since he now had a car he hardly drove, was a mere 900cc and not powerful enough for a rock chick like me. Although I wasn't going for that heavy metal biker-girl type of look, or attitude for that matter, I nonetheless, having driven my brother's bike, wanted something with more power; to be as one with the bike, I suppose.

My tomboy attitude apart, I had a good job that paid well and so I had some savings, and dad, even though he financially brought us up, said he'd chip in as he'd done for Kev's car. All told, I had $4,900, and although it wasn't enough for a new power bike, it would certainly stretch to a decent used one. Where to look was my next decision, and not being up with computers, Roger, my older brother who was in admin, showed me how easy it is to use the internet to find what I wanted, and close by.

‘Don't bother with shops' he'd told me, ‘as they'll add on a profit margin.' And so typing in the search criteria, I found a selection of bikes on a bulletin board, from private seller's not too far away. Clicking the 1300cc link at the left side of the page, it displayed snap shot photos of bikes with that power, and upon clicking a photo, a larger image of the bike appeared in a pop up window. ‘Em, there's some nice models, I thought,' clicking each one I was interested in seeing in greater detail; open and then closed.

Soon settling on one with a shiny midnight blue finish, I noticed that the advertised price of $5,500 was a bit more than I had, but figured, what with my feminine whiles, I could probably get the price down, especially having seen the slightly curly longhaired owner who was pictured in one of the accompanying photographs. Picking up the land phone - I didn't have a mobile - I called him up. Finding out that he hadn't sold it, having only just put it on the board, I appealed for him to hold onto the bike and told him that I would be over that afternoon.

Still in my summer clothes: short frayed denim shorts and no panties, a blush pink sleeveless top and no bra over my 38D breasts and a pair of scuffed white trainers, I collected the crash helmet I'd worn, and since I was hoping to return on my power bike, I took a bus and train over to where Steve lived.

Arriving almost a few hours later, having had to walk a klick to his home, Steve was lounging on a chair outside on the porch, drinking a cool beer. Approaching him, I said: "Hi, I'm George," smiling pleasantly at him as I extended my hand in greeting.

"Ah right, the bike," Steve rejoined, casting an eye over my attire. "You may want to change your dress in future," he informed me. "It's a pretty powerful bike, you know," he added.

"Yeah, I know. I used my brother's old one to learn on, but for me, I want something with more power," I elucidated.

"Anyway, I hope you've only had one of those," I said, indicating his beer and my concern about drink driving. "So, when you're ready, Steve, let's hit the road and you can show me how good my ‘baby' is," I exclaimed, with a broad inviting smile.

"No time, like the present," he said pleasantly, putting his almost empty bottle down before getting me to follow him to where he no doubt keeps it.

There, in Steve's enclosed make shift garage area is his midnight blue motorbike, all nice and shiny as if it were brand new. "It's well looked after," I remarked. Holding my helmet in my left hand, I then ran my other over it before bending down to examine the motor, which Kevin advised me to do, even though I don't know what I'm looking at or for. Steve, on the other hand, did, I noticed from the reflection in the chrome, his eyes widening as he no doubt peered down my top.

"Here," he said, catching my attention and offering me the keys. "Since you no doubt want it and will be riding it back you obviously haven't had any alcohol, so, why don't you drive it and I'll ride on the back, George," said Steve conscientiously.

"Okay, then, thanks," I said, with an even broader cheery smile. Once Steve had put his helmet on, likewise me, he climbed on the back and placed his hands around my waist. ‘Here goes,' I said to myself, and turning the ignition, I started her up. Vroom, vroom, the engine sounded. ‘Oh wow, this is powerful,' I realised, feeling the bike vibrate, and moving my right foot down I then flicked up the stabilizer with my toe and we were away.

"It can get loud, George, so don't ask me anything ‘til later," Steve informed me as I cruised down to the main highway. After that, it was almost pedal to the metal as I cranked the throttle up. Soon we were doing 40, 45, then almost 50mph along a road that was completely deserted. ‘Oh wow, get a load of this,' I exclaimed, the wind buffering against my visor.

Then, as we hit the mid 50's, something I failed to take into consideration about my lack of attire happened. The vibrations of the bike at such a high speed were like I imagine a vibrator to be.

What with my being short, and the bike's design resulting in my having to lean forward, my clit was being pleasurably agitated, so much so, that I came before I managed to slow it down to 35mph.

"Wow, that, this is some ride," I exclaimed, as my unexpected orgasm subsides and I feel Steve relax his grip from my going so fast.

Turning the bike around, having tried it out, I then took us back to his house at a more reasonable speed, unaware that my secretions had permeated onto the seat. Arriving there, I noticed a leather clad guy holding a crash helmet, suggesting I've got competition for ownership of the bike, in which case, and because I'm a $1,000 short, I've had it and will have to return empty handed.

Raising the visor on his helmet, Steve said: "Hi, Mick, how goes it, mate?" suggesting they're friends. And as he does so, I bring the bike to a stop, release the handlebars and drop the stabilizer. Then, and sitting back on the seat, I notice the shiny stain I'd made. ‘Oh shit!' I exclaimed to myself.

"So, you finally decided to sell your bike, then, Steve?" Mick said.

"Yeah, well, I need the money, like," replied Steve, suggesting he's expecting the full amount. "So, what do you think, George, is it what you're looking for?"

"It's okay, what I want, but, well, I don't have the full amount," I rejoined, moving back in the seat.

"How much have you g-ot?" he asked, noticing the stain I'd left. "I see you realize the need for proper clothing," he elucidated, his left arm across his waist and the elbow of the other one on it; the finger and thumb of which supports his chin as he ponders what to do.

"I've only got $4,900," I informed Steve. "I was hoping we could come to some arrangement, for cash, like," I said, taking it out and giving Steve one of my sexy smiles.

Having handed him the money, and then counted it - $500's and $100's - Steve, with a lustful expression, proffered: "What do you have in mind, George?"

Reposing myself on what was now be my bike, I moved my hand towards Steve's jeans (obviously, men don't have the same stimulative sense as women) and felt for his manhood.

"Ahem!" Mick vociferated. "Mind if I?" he said, suggesting he'd like in on what I have to offer. And as he moved closer, on the other side, I extended my hand down and soon located the crease of his phallus.

"Ok, it's a deal," Steve said gladly, pocketing the money before we got down to the actual sex, and with two guy's no less.

"Em, you two have got some exquisite pieces of machinery," I commended, my hand actions having notably made them both erect.

"Fuck, George, it's a bit constrained in these," Mick remarked, appealing for me to release his cock.

Letting go of Steve, I swung my left leg over the seat before moving my hands to undo the belt, the metal button and then the zip on Mick's leather's, which slides down with a rasping noise.

"How's that?" I said, pealing back either side of his tight fitting trousers before easing down his white underpants to reveal an almost salami like cock.

"Em, that's quite thick," I commended, as I started to stroke him; first with one, then two hands around it, meanwhile, Steve, behind me, had taken out his cock.

"Thanks, George," Mick exuded, with some relief. "Though I think Steve could do with some attention," he said, nodding in his mate's direction.

Still holding Mick with my right hand, I moved my leg back over to the other side and took hold of Steve's erection, which I then began to stroke.

"It might be better if you lean back, George," Mick suggested lasciviously, making it easy for them to feed their cocks into my wanton mouth. Doing as he asked, and still with my hands on them, I drew Steve closer. Then, as his cock got near to my mouth I extended my tongue and licked around the head, subsequently tasting his sweet pre-cum as it permeated from the slit in the crown. Thereafter, I sucked his mushroom shaped glans before feeding his cock meat into my mouth.

With my concentration set on pleasuring Steve, my other hand half consciously stroked Mick, who presently moved a bit closer.

Seeing my willing body laid out on what is now my bike, he then moved his hands to the fly of my shorts and slowly, without any hindrance from me - ‘cept for a gentle squeeze on his rigid cock - undid the button and zip.

"That's a nice pretty blonde bush you've got there, George," Mick remarked pleasantly; whereupon, I moved my feet up and placed them on the handlebars, lifting my ass up so that Mick could ease my shorts down and around my knees.

Opening myself up to him, while I continued to enjoy the feeling of Steve's cock as it slid back and forth in my accommodating mouth, Mick lightly brushed my curly blonde thatch with the back of his hand, the sensation of which caused me to lowly moan: "Emngh."

"So, how come George?" Mick enquired casually, indicating my name, as he twirled his middle finger tips around my pubes before placing his right hand on my mound and fondly caressing it.

"I prefer it to Georgia, which I absolutely loath being called," I averred, having momentarily released Steve, who removed my shorts completely before moving me back along the bike so that my head was part hanging over the rear of my machine.

Still with my hand around Steve's phallus, I released Mick so that he could better get at my ‘pretty pussy' as he earlier called it, and then took Steve back into my mouth, relaxing my epiglottis to allow the head of his cock to ease down my throat.

"Umngh, umngh," I vociferated, in response to it moving back and forth.

Mick, and with a degree of freedom, peeled back my lobe like labia and then slowly eased his three long fingers into my quim, which he fondly massaged while stroking my little sticky bud.

"Emngh, emngh," I murmured and writhed, feeling the sensation of my climax start to build. Then, and as I came, I pulled Steve's cock to me so that it was buried to the hilt in my wanton mouth, his ball sack almost covering my eyes as Mick frigged my cunt, causing my juices to spray out over my shiny new bike. ‘Oh well, something to clean up later, and no doubt on other such occasions,' I said to myself, just before Steve exploded in my mouth; hopefully he doesn't think he's only getting a BJ from me; when it comes to sex, I want the works and that includes some anal delight.

"I'm spent," Steve exclaimed. "You have a go," he said to his mate, slowly pulling himself from me, my lips draining every ounce of spunk from his receding manhood.

Part sitting up, I pulled my vest like top up and off. "I hope you've both got plenty more creamy gas in your tanks," I said cheekily, lying back down afterwards.

"God, you're one fucking horny young girl, George," Steve rejoined. "If my cock was hard, I'd fuck you senseless," he intimated. ‘Em, something to look forward to,' I gleefully thought, as I took hold of Mick's thick sausage and fed it into my mouth. Then, as he slowly moved the first half back and forth, I took his hands and directed them onto my shapely breasts.

Moments later, and with Mick caressing my shapely orbs, Steve raised my left leg up and back, presently followed by his warm breath on my thighs as he moved his head towards my blonde snatch.

"Umng," I murmured, feeling his tongue, not on my pussy but on my anal ring, which he slowly glided it around and over before drawing it up my nether region to the base of my gash.

I'm not one of these new age women, who partly shaves themself. For me, it's a nicely groomed curly blonde mound, the type that men won't have to struggle with to find my clit, nor have to worry about the odd stray hair getting caught in their teeth etc. "I take it you've never done it on a motorbike before, George?" Mick asked, as he started to throat fuck me at an acceptably nice pace, all the while pulling my nipples for added pleasure.

"Gluh," is all I'm able to respond, as I feel Steve slowly trace his hot tongue up and then down my moist slit several times, all the while agitating my exposed clit with his right thumb. Moments later, and as with Mick a short while ago, he too makes me cum, covering my pussy with his mouth so that he gets my outpourings inside it.

Seconds after that, and as my body responds, Mick releases his hot sticky semen into me. "Umgh," I murmured, swallowing and sucking it up. Then, once I've finished and with both of them otherwise still pleasuring me, Mick helps me up.

"So, George, how was it?" Mick asked, returning his right hand to rest on my breast.

"Alright for starters," I rejoined, with a cheeky grin.

"I think she wants more," Steve said, momentarily taking himself from my pulsating pink pussy. "She tastes exquisite, too," he proclaimed.

"Emmn, that's fucking out of this world, Steve, but I want some cock. I don't mind where you put it, mind, but I don't think I can manage Mick here in my ass," I elucidated.

"Sure thing, George. Anything you want," Steve said agreeably, continuing with his diligent fingers.

"You'll probably be best turned around the other way, though," he said, intimating the same as they just fucked themselves into my mouth.

Slowly lifting myself all the way up, Mick and then Steve removed themselves from me before helping me to turn myself around. Noticing my heaving breasts and erect nipples, Steve licked his lips before closing in on them, leaving my pussy, and ass for that matter, at the somewhat mercy of Mick's meaty shlong. ‘Ulp,' I part concernedly said to myself.

"It's okay, George," Mick said reassuringly, as he moved between my legs. "Unlike Steve, here, I'm not one for ass sex," he continued. Not sure if he was just saying that, I nonetheless radiated a pleasant smile as I moved my legs apart for him.

Feeling relaxed, and once more reclined on the seat of my bike, I soon felt the dome of Mick's cock slide along and back of my gash before piercing the cleft of my cunt and slowly sliding in.

"Emn, fuck, yeess," I strained a murmur, as I felt the sensations - like pleasant pinpricks - of his thick cock meat starting to open me up.

"Huh, huh, huh," I gasped sharply, as he drew it slightly back before feeding his weapon a bit further into my fuck chunnel.

"Emn, emn, more, Mick, give me some more of your lovely thick cock," I pleaded, as, with what they were both doing, Steve sucking one nipple while he tweaked the other the same, I felt my next climax rise.

"Oh, God, fuck me, Mick, fuck me, please, I wanna ccuumm. Oh Christ! " I cried out at the end, feeling a rolling orgasm wash over me.

Releasing my breasts, with a few gentle flicks of his tongue on my right nipple at the end, Steve Stood upright and then nudged Mick to have him change places, which he then obligingly did. "So, you like it in the ass, George, the ol' backdoor as some call it?" Steve intimated from where he's still standing. "In which case, you might find it more pleasing bent over your bike," he said, extending his hands to help me up, which I am happy to go along with.

Stood up, and before I turned around, I said: "Be sure to resoundingly fuck my tight little arsehole for me, Steve," adding a coy welcoming smile at the end.

Presently turned around, my legs wide apart, I lowered my midriff onto the firm cushioned seat of the bike, my tits hanging over the opposite side. Extending my hands behind me, I placed them on my buttocks and then jiggled my shapely ass cheeks up and down a few times before finally opening myself up to Steve.

Having moved back to the right side of the bike, Mick raised my chin up, wanting me to suck his cock from just being in my cooze. Opening my mouth for him, I accepted it back inside, followed moments later by Steve's erection filling my tight little ass up.

"Emngh, emngh," I mumbled, as they both fucked me. ‘And, oh, God, fuck, is it fucking lovely,' I thought to myself, with Steve soon filling my asshole up with his entire man meat.

Before long, Steve fucked me so resoundingly that Mick slipped from my mouth. "Huh, huh, huh," I gasped. Then: "Fuck, yes, that's it, fuck my ass, Steve, lay your fucking cock to me," I encouraged him, all the while working myself back on it. Although I'd entertained two men like this before, it's never been as intense as this was, so much so, that I now had a deep yearning to have both of them fuck me, cunt and ass at the same time. "I want, emn," I said, as Mick went to feed his cock back into my mouth. "Both of you inside me, emn, emn," I continued, bobbing my head up and down on Mick's dick.

"You wanna go inside, like?" Steve proffered, suggesting something more comfortable.

"Oh God, no, I can't wait, I want you now, this instant," I insisted fervently.

Again moving around to the other side of the bike, Mick laid down on the ground. Steve then removed himself from my well-fucked ass, and, having helped me up, lowered me onto Mick's thick cock, which my sodden cunt eagerly consumed. Leant forward, I placed my hands on Mick's chest and slowly fucked myself up and down his manhood, letting out contented sighs and murmurs as I felt its thickness press against the wall of my vulva. "Oh, fuck, yes," I extolled, finally settling down.

Balanced on my knees, I moved my hands behind me, placing them on each of my ass cheeks, which I invitingly open for Steve. "Emn, there you go. Stick your cock in my ass and fuck it, Steve!" I said invitingly, aching to feel it fill me up. And almost immediately I sensed the head enter me, followed by the rest, which he speared into my butt with one fell swoop.

"Oh Christ! Fuck! More, like that," I cried out, feeling my urgency well up inside me. And with the next determined thrust of his turgid cock, my climax exploded.

"Yes, like that, fuck me with your dicks," I shouted frenziedly, fucking myself back and forth on their pounding cocks until we, all three climaxed together.

"Huh, huh, huh," I huskily gasped afterwards, still with their now wilting cocks inside me.

Taking himself from me, Steve helped me and then Mick up. "That, that was an extra special ride," I commended, while in my mind I looked forward to plenty more, especially if I dress the way I am and drive about as fast.

Showing me inside to get cleaned up, especially as I only have my denim shorts, I take up Steve's offer while Mick and he now shoot the breeze and take in a cool beer after their ‘ride'.

Having returned, I thanked Steve for everything, giving Mick a peck on his cheek before strapping on my helmet and hitting the road.

After about an hour, I noticed a young guy walking along a dusty road, which stretched off into the distance. Slowing down, and presently beside him, I raised my visor and asked him where he's going and if he needs a lift. ‘A couple of miles up the road,' he informed me, and yes he'd like a lift if it were not out of my way.

Introducing myself as George, though not bothering to say why, I told Alex to hold on tight, as the bike tends to vibrate...! I'll let you work out what happened next as we soon clocked 45mph.