On her way in dropping the three boys Zach, Steve, and Joe off at home Piper found it interesting. Topless since leaving college they had behaved and called her cool as hell, but in all reality, Piper Cherry was being ignorant. Free spirit sure, but knowing, rather suspecting something not kosher she tried to just focus on the road. Bad enough she had cum peeling off of her in spots from her detainees. To be honest she wasn’t concerned over how that made her look to anyone. At least the boys she was chauffeuring were more into rambling over college, girls they liked etc., rather than asking her dirty minded questions. She was their college counsellor, so she listened.

Passing by the road construction crew she had teased earlier she got stuck in a traffic cluster at a stoplight. The crew spotting her remembered her well and waved. Waving back, she couldn’t withstand lifting her left breast and licking her areola. Distracted by the men the boys talking went right over her head. It wasn’t until two of the crew took the risk of jumping their concrete barricade and coming to say hi. “Bold shit Momma.” One spoke up, Piper reminding him of how crazy Josie McKellen had been toward them. No names mentioned of course to protect their Free Pussy they rather hoped to add another notch to their belts. Right up on her car door they got a good look at both of her tits, the boys bulging their eyes at her actions.

“You should grab those.” Joe chuckled, “Nice and firm.”

“That’s enough or you can walk home.” Piper eyed him in the mirror. “Make it quick.” She then lifted her sunglasses with a wink. Both men extended arms inside her window and squeezed her tits. With the light changing she gnashed her teeth. “Light’s green. I’ll be back through after I drop off my students.” Retrieving their arms, the crew laughed and got out of the street. Piper proceeded on.

“That was awesome.” Zach chimed in. “You should meet my dad.”

“Why should I meet your father?”

“He’s good looking. Big dude!” Zach chuckled. “Mechanic at home. He has his own shop. Need your brakes looked at?”

“Need anything looked at?” Steve laughed. “Seriously Miss Cherry, you are the coolest.”

“Dumbest or I wouldn’t have just let those guys grope me in front of you three, but hey! Am I even close to any of your homes?”

“Another mile for me.” Joe spoke up, “My dad is single too. All of our dads are. Divorced! We live with them because our moms are bitches.”

“And you are telling me this why?”

“Because you look lonely, and so are they.” Zach smirked. “We could hook you up.”

“That’s awfully generous of you Candyman.” He attempted to offer her another Junior Mint, but she passed this time.

“Do you always drive with no shirt on?”

“Sometimes less pending on my mood. Boys, listen… I know you three are not… ” She couldn’t even bring herself to say her wondered out loud, “If you really do care about me, please do not go bragging. I feel… “

“There’s my house. Dad’s working on a car now.” She had to brake in a hurry and turn left on to a side street. Their house on a corner the garage could be seen from the side.

“…feel… sweet Jesus! That… is your dad?” Massive muscles and no shirt, body bronzed by the sun, handlebar moustache, and faded jeans low on his hips with boots on. Bandana on his head. There was a Harley in the driveway in front of the garage. No way was Piper not pulling into the drive. The boys grinned at one another over her sudden persona change. It was obvious she was intrigued.

“His name is Horse. It’s really Horace but he goes by Horse.” His dad noticing her pull up winced at not knowing the vehicle.

“Hung like?” She mumbled and put her Ford Edge in park. “Zachary?”

“Yeah?”

“Hand me my shirt please.” Passing it over she reached her arm out the window and began waving her white blouse as if surrendering a white flag. The boys chuckled over her insanity. Stepping out of his garage, muscles rippling he eyed her and realized when Zach got out that she had given him a ride home. Waving him out Zach raced around the SUV and pointed at Piper behind her back and then proceeded to thrust his hips as if fucking just for laughs. Horse frowned and walked on out. “Hey Horsey! Can you check my oil? Here! Use this to wipe the dipstick.” She tossed her blouse at him. Bitch was crazy, the boys loved it.

Picking her blouse up off of the ground Horse moved right up to her door. Palming Zach’s face to kill his goofing off he told his son. “Go do your homework.” Ogling Piper who sat up straight, beguiling him with a perfect smile Horse shook his head. “Want me to check the air in those tires while I’m at it?” Her breasts, nipples stabbing like intake nozzles.

“Hose reach way up here?” She giggled with a wrinkled nose, flaring her big blue eyes at his chiseled chest. That went both methods of course, Horace Tart nodding over her 38C’s loud and proud.

“Who might you be? Uber?”

“Horton-Dexter taxi service charging by the sMile. Zach said you would give me a huge tip.” Leaning slightly out her door she glared down at his crotch and raised her brows. “That’s some nice chrome tailpipe you have there.” His dick was so hefty in his loose-fitting denim that it left an impression down his right thigh. An easy nine-inch expectation. It resembled her nephew Mace’s erection when he wore sweats.

“I know you’re not the mother of these two morons. They hitch hiking again?” He made her ease back inside so that he could lean folded arms on her windowsill, face to face staring into her eyes. “Trust me I’d know.” He winked. It was obvious Horse had slept with both Joe and Steve’s mothers. It was no wonder their parents were all divorced. Not that it mattered to Piper, outside of the boys being slick, they seemed like good young men.

“I did feel a few thumbs jabbing at me to ask for a ride.”

“And you fell for it.”

“Counsellor Piper Cherry.” She lifted her right hand as if to shake his. “Should I put my blouse back on?”

“Not until I wipe the dipstick on it. Sounds like your engine might be a quart low.”

“Just one quart?” She flirted extremely hard. After all of her detainees getting hand and blowjobs, she had denied herself actual Sex. Still riding high on the hog from their thrill ride she was feeling needy. While Piper had no intention of having intercourse, especially with her passengers here it was difficult not touching herself in the driver’s seat. Even more now that she was breath to breath with Adonis.

“Why don’t you fellas go inside with my boy and help him do his homework. You’re walking distance from home. Hell, you’re here more than there anyway. Go on get!” Steve and Joe gathered their book bags and dared to lean over the seat and hug Piper from behind. Hands over her shoulders they very nearly squeezed her breasts but didn’t. It was more of a paw missed opportunity. Eyes flaring at their adoration she worried what Horace here might say. Hurrying out of her SUV the boys sprinted indoors to meet up with Zach. Once gone Horace stared her in the eye. “This how the school treats its students?”

“Not intentionally, at least concerning those three.”

“It’s good for ’em. Birthdays around the corner for all three.”

“Oh?” Piper swallowed dryly; she just knew it.

“Yep! Still trying to think of what to give my boy.” He lowered his eyes to her lap this time, to see her yellow leggings rolled down and her pubic hair revealed. “Any… suggestions?” She froze like a deer in Harley headlights.

“Umm?” She had the distinct feeling he was asking her to be his boys birthday present. “When is Zach’s birthday?”

“Next Wednesday after school. You’re invited, bring a cake.”

“Wow! What should I wear?”

“Birthday suit. You would look good on my Fat Boy.”

“I was thinking the exact same… oh, you mean your Harley.”

“Him too.” He winked. “Are you staying or going?”

“I might have an hour to… two ” He reached in and palmed the back of her head and drew her into him for a kiss. Steamy three minutes until she accidently elbowed her car horn. “Horny! I confess.”

“Already knew that. Shut this beast off and get on out here.”

“Mmm! I Love a manly mechanic.” She turned her ignition off and opened her door stepping out in her bare feet, her stilettos so not wise to wear when driving. At 5’7 on her soles he still towered over her at 6’3. Closing the car door for her he picked her up into his arms, her chest crushing into his, his hands on both of her butt cheeks. “Loving the lift kit.” He smirked and took a stroll up his driveway toward his parked bright green restored 2000 Fat Boy.

Clinging to his hips with her ankles she beamed lustfully in her sparkling gaze. Held her with her back to his house he saw all three boys standing in a big window onlooking the side of the home. With her back to them they saw fifty percent of her bare Ass exposed over her rolled down waistband. Holding her with only his left hand, his right hand moved in to go beneath her leggings and finger her. Rising to his challenge she hugged her arms about his neck. “Why do I get the feeling you’re showing off.” She smirked. “Eyes behind me?”

“Ignore them. Worry more about me.” Stretching upward she climbed his chest until able to feed him her nipples. In doing this he pried her waistband even lower until he could move both hands beneath her leggings and hold her bare flesh. Feasting hard on her left areola Piper cooed and removed his bandana to caress his scalp, thin hair on top but sexy. Three fingers up her vulva she drowned her leggings with persistent squirts.

She sorely needed to be pleasured after pleasuring others so valiantly up in Detention earlier. This beast of a man was just too beautiful to deny. Thankfully she and Roger Dundee had agreed to keep things open between them, as much as she adored the science stud. Nothing she did could ever be classified as an affair. Those days were long gone, even if she was faithful in her former marriage. Free and never going back. Speaking of back…

Climbing ever higher it was as if Piper were trying to shed her skin, meaning her leggings. Assisting in her struggle Horace freed up one hand long enough to peel her leggings from her hips down to her upper thighs. Window opening, screen lifted Zach motioned his dad closer. Peripheral notice he hoisted Piper higher still, her tits now up over his head as she squealed, “Don’t drop me.” Concrete below!

Her leggings feeling snagged she found them tugged from her legs by two sets of hands. In her mind she pondered her stupidity. Horace was letting the boys steal her pants. Off they went! Piper Cherry was back to being naked outside of her belly bling. Once Free of them Horace turned around and carried her back toward his bike. Seeing the boys sniffing her leggings, she realized they also had her blouse. He had passed both articles off to them. Bad Daddy! Bad Piper for letting it happen.

Showing off his strength he rotated her body with very little effort, Piper offering help in the repositioning until she was upside down, her snatch in his face. Yelping at his teeth tugging at her clit she tried to focus on undoing his pants. Big shiny belt buckle unclasped she unfastened the rest to discover no underwear beneath. Encouraging his loosened jeans down to his own thighs she found his erection pelting her ear.

Before she could work on devouring the Horse, he again shared his strength in standing on one leg. Lifting his right boot up she worked exhaustingly to remove it. One down, left leg up, she repeated her effort until his other boot was tossed apart. It was hard to achieve blind, her eyes rolling back into her head at his terrorizing teeth. So bestial! Squirt!

“Fuck Me!” There it was.

Dancing in step Horace Tart used his feet to drag his jeans down until off. Joining Piper in their naked pride he left his pants and finished his trek over to his bike. Balance perfect he straddled his seat backwards so that his back rested over the tank. Using his hands now in prying her thighs wider he prevented her getting tangled up in the handlebars, feet tucked under the throttles.

Now fully capable of utilizing her own hands she ventured into stroking his extraordinarily amazing erection. So thick, almost… “This guy is as thick as Mace. Dear God! I have to taste this.” Mouth wide she engulfed his fist size crown and fought hard to deep throat it. No tonsils, Piper often challenged herself to be the best she could ever achieve to be. Gag reflex at six inches she spat up, her saliva trickling down over her knuckles and inevitably his enormous scrotum. “Oh, fuck! He tastes incredible. Sweaty but delicious.” Eyes continuing to hide behind her lids she battled to consume more of him.

His vicious appetite compiled with fingers up both her cunt and Ass she was squirming hard. This led him to retreat her anus, slapping her Ass hard to calm her down. Easier said than done. Bestial goes both methods Biker Man. Fat Boy was going down. Her throat embraced eight full inches, her persistence thriving on chin cushion. In her bob and throb session she discovered the boys back outside. Joe manning a video camera and Zach taking photos with a 35MM. “Great! At least make me a calendar for your dad’s tool shop.” She wondered. “Posters might be nice.” She had heard that rumor going about at college. Big Daddy did say ignore them. So be it!

Concentrating on Horace she devoted everything she had in giving him her best Blowjob ever. Single dick Blowjob that is. After taking two in her mouth up at Detention earlier she had to chuckle. “Horace here makes up for both of those boys. That was fun though. Fuck, Horse here is tearing my clit off. Shit!” Gush! Slush!

Zach moved closer until right behind the bikes taillight and crouched to capture her deep throat emotions. Winking at him he took her photo and grinned. Joe recording her hunger and nasal efforts in going all the way she added a little more to her sound effects just to play on their Porn. Horace helped quite a bit with that added echo of her mumbled delight. Nostril exhaust on his balls, Piper reached under his sack and drew them higher until they caressed her upper lip. The flexing made Horace nut down her throat with the firepower of a cocket launcher. Right down her esophagus straight into her tummy.

Cumming in his mouth he spit her juices up over her Ass and on to her spine, trickling over both sides of her ribs as she squirmed about. The video was gonna be incredible. Portraits even more erotic. Lifting her face from his beast inch by inch Zach snapped a series of escape shots until her mouth frothed over his dad’s foreskin. Sharing her load with the boys she drooled down her chin then prepared to dismount.

Waving the boys back Piper leered over her shoulder. “One trick pony or am I riding this hobby horse?” Slapping both of his palms over her Ass he let her reposition while he lay there. Worried Horace might get mad the boys hurried to hide behind her Ford Edge.

The wait over Piper faced the hood of her SUV and rode Horace reverse cowgirl, her upper body masking his eyesight. Hands palming her ribs she mounted Mister Ed and felt it rip her Pussy lips wide. Her eyes yet again seeking residence in the dark room behind her skull. A maddening thrust she was yelping like a first-time filly.

The boys moved back in cautiously until right up on her. If not for Horace’s jams playing in the garage, he might have heard the camera clicking. Jams while she danced on his pole, he was clueless. Her juices rapidly flowing around his girth the boys were amazed by the quantity of her fountain.

Titties bouncing about wildly, the boys found it tempting to beat off. Seeing Steve unzipping she pointed at him, wagging her finger no. Pouting the boys obeyed her. Bad enough she was fucking in front of them without them nutting in front of her. Piper did try to contain her stupidity concerning them even though she allowed them to watch and record. It was the touching and the thoughts of seeing their… “

Screaming Orgasm!

She fell back over Horace, her long blonde curls smothering his face. Reaching under and around her with both arms he clutched her left breast then with his right choked her, holding her arms imprisoned. Thrusting up into her all she could do was beg for more.

In his clutches Piper could not lift her head, all she could do was look up at the gloomy skies. Her arms also held restrained she was helpless and to be honest loving it. Unable to see the boys any longer worried her. Mischievous little fuckers were prone to be sneaky. Sure enough, she felt stimulation rubbing her clit.

“OHHHHH FUCK!” She let out a wail at someone’s thumb tickling her fancy even as Horace pounded her thighs. Not knowing how Horace might respond to her objections to any helping hands she just gnashed her teeth and came hard on his cock. Not once did that thumb stop until she did. Click! Click! Whirr! Pics required two steady hands so that meant it wasn’t Zach. So, either Joe or Steve, likeliest candidate Steve who was simply watching. She gave up worrying about it, her brain was fuzzy as it was.

Unloading into her again like lightning strikes Piper convulsed heavily. Now that thumb print went missing. His grip loosening over her she simply lay breathing heavily outstretched atop his near bodybuilder status. Nudging her upward Piper realized the boys had gone back into hiding. A sigh of relief even with Horace still embedded inside her.

Launching his body and hers up and over the seat of the Harley he stood up and made her stand as well. Taking her from behind he once more manhandled her by her throat and her hair. Spitting up at his strength she exhaled her favorite nerve tactic of, “Fuck me!” although barely audible. Lifting her just enough that her soles lightly walked over the concrete he took her out toward the street. Cars driving by he nodded while wailing on her cunt relentlessly.

“Having fun yet Counsellor?” He huffed.

“Quit being a Shetland pony. Give me Clydesdale dammit!” Chuckling at her lust he puckered and marched her to the end of his drive and out into the street. The boys circling her SUV so as not to be seen returned to recording them, each blown away by Zach’s dad going so far. Cars were few but they still had to drive around them. Piper was a drama queen each time a car honked or gave them a thumbs up. She so needed this.

“Welcome to my world Counsellor. Drop by anytime.”

“See you next Wednesday.” She squealed and jettisoned juices down toward the asphalt road. “Any particular sort of cake?”

“He likes white cake.”

“I like white icing. I’ll place an order when I leave today.”

“You do that. Don’t let me down.”

“Not in my vocab, Hobby Horse!”

“Italian Stallion.”

He chuckled pulling out of her cunt and trying his hand at her anus. She embraced it with a snarl and felt his Equus shred her butthole. Murmuring a steady train of “Fffffffffffuuuuuuccccccck!” until he had her deep, she ended her whine with, “Hit that, Balboa.”

“My true last name is Tartleono. Shortened it years ago.”

“At least it isn’t Fartleono.”

“You’re alright Counsellor. Ever consider being a biker bitch?”

“Naaa! Just a bitch. But I’d still go for a ride if you order me nicely.”

“Not a bad idea.” He picked her up like a puppet and took her back up the driveway, the boys again being evasive. “Those fuckers think we don’t see them.” He laughed.

“You’re giving them a show, aren’t you?”

“So are you.”

Removing his dick from her Ass he straddled his bike while she stood next to him. Key already in the ignition he fired it up to a loud rumble. “Hop on! Facing me.” He stopped her from getting on the back. Helping her over his lap she hovered above and guided his dick back inside her sopping wet cunt. Lowering on to him she held his shoulders. “Hug me so I can see where I’m going.”