Their Biker Babe In Training Part 6

"So burgundy there and black back."

"You got it. Now stop trying to put everything in neat little baskets. Life is messy. Live it, baby." Neal handed her the helmet then put his own on and climbed on the bike.

She struggled but got her helmet fastened and waited for his okay to climb on behind him. He started the engine and took it off the stand. The roar of the bike startled her. She jumped and yelped before getting control of herself. Then Neal gave her the nod that she could get on. It took a little more courage to climb on the back with it actually on and idling.

Finally she managed to climb on back and wrap her arms around Neal's waist. He patted her hands. She looked over to where Mark 44 was starting his engine. The garage door opened, and they pulled out and onto the drive.

"How are you doing back there, Alexis?" Neal's voice came through the speaker in her helmet. She jumped again.

"I'm fine. Just getting used to everything," she squeaked out.

"Relax. Hold on and leave the driving to me." He pulled out of the drive out onto the quiet street that now echoed with the thunder of engines as they drove down it.

It was easy for him to say relax. He'd been on the d.a.m.n thing a million times. She held on tight to him and leaned her head against his back. After a few minutes, she felt the engine's vibrations throughout her body and wondered if it ma.s.saged his b.a.l.l.s like it was doing to her p.u.s.s.y. It gave her pause. She sat up a little bit and concentrated on how it felt. What a rush.

With a mischievous intent, Alexis ran her hand around Neal's waist and raked her nails over his jean-clad b.a.l.l.s.

"f.u.c.k!" The bike sped up for a second.

She heard Mark's chuckle in her ear and realized he'd seen what she had done. She felt the now-familiar heat rise up her face. Still, she enjoyed it.

"That is what I call learning to relax, baby. Just don't do it again. I don't want to wreck with you on back." Neal's voice held amus.e.m.e.nt laced with a bit of arousal.

"Sorry. I didn't realize it would have that effect on you."

"Liar," two different voices accused her.

She grinned, knowing they couldn't see it, and held in a chuckle.

She decided she could get used to this. Too bad she lived so far from them. Well, not really that far. It was about a two-and-a-half-hour drive. Still, it would be too long for a serious long-distance relationship. Then she stopped and nearly fell off the bike. What was she thinking about? A relationship?

"Hey, you okay back there? Hold on, baby. I don't want you to fall off." Neal's voice sounded so s.e.xy over the speaker.

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She needed to concentrate on holding on and get her mind back on riding and not s.e.x.

They pulled into a parking lot of what looked like an old mom-and-pop diner. Mark got off the bike and walked inside while they waited on the bike outside. A few seconds later he came out with several packages. He stowed them in his satchels and got back on the bike. They pulled out once again and worked their way to the highway.

After a while, they turned onto a smaller blacktop road that had seen a lot of use. Trees were more abundant out here, as well. Soon they began to circle a lake. It looked so pristine compared to the noisy bikes that were disturbing the scene. Several birds flew off in front of them and she was almost positive she had seen a rabbit take off across the road.

The men pulled off the road onto a gra.s.sy area between several trees next to a picnic table. She remembered to wait until Neal had cut the engine and was settled before she began to climb off. Before she made it all the way off the bike, Mark was there helping her so she didn't do the stumble-two-step once down.

"Thanks," she murmured.

It was then that she realized her nice p.u.s.s.y buzz had turned into a p.u.s.s.y numb. So was her b.u.t.t, for that matter. She frowned and walked around for a few seconds.

The men laughed and she turned to frown at them.

"What's so f.u.c.king funny?" she demanded.

"You've just realized that your a.s.s gets numb on the bike after riding for a while. You'll get used to it." Mark smiled.

"If you say so. I doubt I'll have time to get used to it." She added that last part for her benefit, to remind her that this was a temporary arrangement.

The men turned away and concentrated on getting things out for the picnic. They secured a tablecloth on top of the table before adding 46 the food. Since they had been riding for over an hour, it was nearly eleven, but no one was very hungry yet.

"Let's go down by the lake and look around," Neal suggested.

The three of them walked down the bank to the edge of the lake and watched bream swim right up to the edge of the water.

"Wow, you could almost catch them with your hands," Alexis pointed out.

"We'll have to come out fishing sometime, Mark. That would be fun."

"Alexis, maybe after you go back to your corporate job, you can come back for a long weekend and we'll go fishing then fry the fish for dinner one night." Neal wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Um, I don't know." She hedged on answering that since it had been nearly along those lines that she'd been thinking earlier.

Mark cleared his throat and turned them around to head back to the picnic area. They had been walking and exploring for nearly an hour now. It would be close to twelve thirty when they arrived back to the site.

Alexis helped Mark uncover the food and smiled at the typical picnic fare of fried chicken, potato salad, and baked beans. They dipped their plates and dug in. They didn't take long to eat. The men scarfed up the food as if they hadn't eaten in days instead of hours.

She had to admit, she was hungry, too. She ate more than she normally did and blamed it on the fresh air and the strain of riding on the back of the bike.

Once they had finished, they gathered up the trash and placed it in the covered receptacle then secured the tablecloth in Mark's bike again. Then Neal pulled out a blanket and small zippered bag from his bike.

"What's that for?" she asked.

"I thought we'd enjoy lying on the bank by the lake and watching the clouds in the sky," Neal said.

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She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. If he said so, but she figured they planned to mess around some on the blanket. She deliberately forgot about the little zippered case. If she didn't know, it couldn't hurt her, she decided.

She helped the men secure the blanket to the ground with stones they found. Alexis took off her shoes and socks to lie back on the blanket. She looked up at the shifting clouds as they floated past. She could make out vague shapes of animals and faces. When she saw a definite frog, she pointed it out to the men. It was then that she realized they had removed their T-shirts and boots.

"Looking to get a little sun?" she teased.

"Naw, just some fresh air. You get sweaty riding on a bike," Mark explained.

Alexis wasn't buying it. They were trying to be s.e.xy, and doing a bang-up job of it. She was having a difficult time keeping her eyes on the clouds above her and off the ripped bodies of the two men on either side of her.

They chatted about the clouds and then about what they did. She had to admire their dedication to their gang and the work they did.

They took pride in their jobs. She was surprised, considering they were bikers. The more she learned about them, the more she liked them as people, not just as lovers. G.o.d knew they were great lovers.

She had closed her eyes for a few seconds and realized they had turned over toward her and were leaning on their arms watching her now.

"What?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"You're just so pretty, and with your hair splayed out around you, you almost look like an angel." Neal twirled a piece of her hair around his fingers.

"I'm hardly an angel."

"Oh, we know that," Mark said with a twinkle in his eye. "In fact, we're counting on it."

"What do you mean?" She narrowed her eyes at them.

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Neal dropped her hair and began unb.u.t.toning the last few b.u.t.tons she had left on her blouse and spread it on either side of her. Then he unhooked the front closure on her bra. She couldn't do anything but stare up at him as he did it. His eyes were so intent on what he was doing.

Then she felt Mark's hands at the waistband of her jeans. When he unfastened them, she grabbed his wrist.

"What are you doing?" she barely managed to whisper around the desire already riding her.

"Getting you naked so we can f.u.c.k you under the clouds," he said matter-of-factly.

"But won't someone see us?" she asked in a near whisper.

"I doubt it, but so what if they did? They won't know us, and doesn't it add a certain amount of excitement to it?" Neal whispered in her ear how s.e.xy she looked with her t.i.ts showing and the sun beating down on her naked body.

"You look like a G.o.ddess lying here beneath the sky. Relax, Alexis. That's why you came home with us-to relax," Neal said.

She slowly let go of Mark's hands and let him unzip her jeans and even helped him lower them to her knees. He removed her shoes, but left her socks on as he pulled off her jeans and neatly folded them on the blanket. He moved between her legs and licked her p.u.s.s.y from top to bottom, then sucked in her p.u.s.s.y lips.

"You're so freaking wet I could make a meal off of you. You taste like tangy honey. Neal, you've got to taste her." He moved aside so that Neal could get between her legs.

Neal spread her p.u.s.s.y lips and zeroed in on her hot c.u.n.t where he sucked and stabbed with his tongue. He pulled back with his face wet from her juices and closed his eyes as he licked his mouth clean.

"f.u.c.k, you are so hot." Neal crawled up her body and kissed her with her juices still on his tongue.

She tasted herself for the first time and realized she didn't taste bad. She had thought she would be turned off by him kissing her with

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her p.u.s.s.y juices on his tongue, but she wasn't. It made her want to taste him again.

"Let me have your c.o.c.k, Neal. I want to taste you again." She reached up to unzip him.

Neal helped her shove his jeans down his thighs until she had free rein of his b.a.l.l.s and c.o.c.k.

Mark was back between her legs again, teasing her c.u.n.t with two fingers. He ran them around the rim of her slit without pushing inside.

No matter how hard she tried to push on them using her pelvis, he managed to keep them out. She began to moan around Neal's d.i.c.k. It only excited him more, and he began pushing it deeper in her mouth.

Alexis felt bombarded with all the different sensations. She was fast going up the hill toward her o.r.g.a.s.m. It was happening too fast.

She wanted it to slow down, but she couldn't say anything while she was deep-throating Neal's c.o.c.k. All she could do was hold on and relax her throat. He didn't choke her, seeming to know how much she could take. She used her tongue and teeth to arouse him as much as she was aroused. She squeezed his d.i.c.k with one hand at the base and grazed his b.a.l.l.s with the nails of her other hand.

"f.u.c.k!" Neal threw back his head and hissed out a breath.

"She's got you, man. Go with it." Mark chuckled.

"Wait till she gets her hot mouth around your c.o.c.k. I'm going to be laughing at you."

Mark began to shallowly f.u.c.k her weeping c.u.n.t with his two fingers. She moaned around Neal's hard c.o.c.k again.

Alexis could tell Neal was about to come by the way his b.a.l.l.s had drawn up tight against his body, and how his back was bowed. She sucked just the head of him for a few seconds then swallowed him all the way down her throat in one quick move. He exploded in her throat. Loads of c.u.m coated her throat and filled her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could then licked his d.i.c.k until it was clean.

Mark took that opportunity to graze over her hot spot with his fingers curled inside of her. She squirmed until he held her down with 50 his other hand. He licked all around her c.l.i.t without touching it, then stroked her sweet spot once again before tapping her c.l.i.t with his tongue. She was so close. It would only take a single steady stroke over one place or another, if she could just get him to give it to her.

Neal had recovered and moved to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He licked over each nipple with the flat of his tongue until they were wet and peaked and aching for more. He nibbled on one while he played with the other one. The fire that had begun in her c.u.n.t was now joining with the fire in her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, as they both converged to head to her c.l.i.t.

She was so close, she could almost touch it. Whimpering, she begged for release, and still they held off. Mark would graze her c.l.i.t with his tongue, but wouldn't give her the full contact she needed.

Neal nipped and pinched her nipples, but not with enough force to send her careening over the edge.

Finally, when she thought she would die of frustration, they converged on her and attacked her both at once. Neal pinched and bit her nipples when Mark pressed hard against her c.l.i.t while stroking her sweet spot. Her c.u.n.t convulsed as her c.l.i.t throbbed, shooting her to the stars beyond the clouds and the daylight. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to fight it, but couldn't. Neal swallowed her scream when she finally managed to make a sound.

Mark's sheathed c.o.c.k was pushing at her c.u.n.t's opening even before she'd opened her eyes back up. He tunneled into her spasming p.u.s.s.y, grunting as he forced his way through. She panted as he thrust his thick c.o.c.k into her c.u.n.t over and over. He b.u.mped against her cervix with nearly every thrust. She found herself already climbing back up that sensual line that led toward her o.r.g.a.s.m. This one was bound to kill her. It was forceful and heavy with need. She could see it in his eyes as he plunged inside of her over and over again.

"G.o.d, you're so beautiful when you come. I have to see it again before I come." Mark reached between them and tapped on her c.l.i.t until she tightened around him and came unglued.