Letting Loose

This is a work of fiction. All characters are above the age of 18. Any resemblance of these characters to real people is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy this work that lives within the realm of fantasy for me. Oh, and if you like it please rate it well!

The hum of the motorcycle beneath me was exhilarating at first. During the first hundred miles the vibration had my pussy tingling in all the best ways. My body had long since gotten used to the stimulation and it was in the back of my mind now as my muscles cramped from my sitting position. My thighs were spread wide in order to accommodate my boyfriend's expansive mass.

My current boyfriend, Drew, was a talented basketball forward at 6'6". But, he succumbed to the career ending Achilles tear in his sophomore year of college ball. Not only was he tall, but he put on a huge amount of muscle mass over the last few years after taking his rehabilitation and weight lifting to the next level. His olive skin and short dark hair and brooding eyes made him garner the attention of many ladies. But, it was my thighs wrapped around this hunk of a man and I was looking forward to this vacation.

The wind whipped through my long blonde hair as it tangled in its low ponytail. I wasn't too short for a girl, at 5'7". I was athletically built too. In fact, the gym was where I met Drew the first time. I finally got the nerve to introduce myself after feeling his eyes burn into my yoga pant clad ass and legs. After giving him my name, Danielle, I lightened the mood with a joke. I explained that the "worst is behind me" since my ass is so big. This told him I knew he was looking, but I wasn't mad. The size of my derriere is genetic, and I really haven't found a guy that was upset about it. My legs are shapely from time on the elliptical machine and dance classes I attend. My stomach is fairly flat, and my perky "B" cup tits are enough for me. Today, I was wearing a low-cut leather top and skin-tight leather pants with my black boots, trying to look the part of the biker-babe girlfriend.

We were only about 30 minutes from Sturgis now, and the week-long motorcycle rally that provides entertainment and a fabulous vacation from people of all walks of life. We left our accounting and insurance jobs behind for the week and had plans to let loose with other like-minded individuals. The motorcycle traffic thickened as we entered the town. We were lucky enough to rent a basement suite from a couple living near downtown for a pricy two thousand dollars. It would be worth it to be within walking distance of the colorful and exciting Sturgis Rally scene.

We arrived at the little bungalow and I gingerly stepped off Drew's Harley. My legs were sore from the hundreds of miles driven. I stretched there in the driveway as he went to ring the doorbell. I was bent over obscenely when I heard the door open and I stood up to come join my boyfriend. He was greeted by a woman I assumed was the wife named Tammy. She had shiny brown hair that fell in loose ringlets around her flawless light skin. She was tiny. She couldn't have been more than 5'2" and petite all over. She was joined by her husband Mitch. Mitch was average height and a little bit on the thin side. He had shaggy blonde hair covered by a baseball cap. Drew and I were in our late 20s, and I guessed Tammy and Mitch must be around the same age.

Drew and I were invited in for a beer and graciously accepted the invitation. We learned that Tammy and Mitch owned a small insurance agency here in Sturgis. But, since the Rally takes over, they rent their office out to a T-shirt company for the week and take a vacation. They too were looking forward to taking in some concerts and letting their hair down in some much needed time off. Drew and I agreed to meet up with them again and go down to the Knuckle Saloon to take in a band that evening.

The four of us made our way to the saloon and had a difficult time finding a table. There had to be hundreds of people packed into the bar and the people watching was spectacular. I wore a little red tank top with the Harley Davidson logo and a pair of Daisy Duke jean shorts that left a bit of ass cheek showing. It was hot outside and fun to dress a bit provocatively where I didn't know anyone. Drew liked the view too. However, I soon found that my dress was almost prudish compared to many others.

One woman walked by with what appeared to be a dress of 2 inch straps haphazardly wrapped around her body covering only her most intimate places. Others could be seen wearing a bikini top. Suddenly Tammy loudly whispered to me, "Oh my, look at her!"

I looked of course. There was a middle aged woman without a shirt on at all. Just pasties over her nipples. I immediately felt my pussy dampen at the idea of being so brazen. I blurted back, "that is so hot!"

Tammy continued, "I wish I could do something so daring, but there's a chance I could see other locals that I know." That was true. Tammy had to be a little bit careful, but the likelihood of anyone I knew being here was slim to none, being hundreds of miles from home. She was still contemplating this when she added, "maybe you should try it?"

At this point the men figured out what Tammy and I had been whispering about and I knew Drew wouldn't let this go. When it comes to sexuality and time in the bedroom, he is my dominant. I love it when he leads and controls the situation, and I could see the writing on the wall. His eyes darkened as he considered having me out in public with only pasties on my nipples "Where can we get a couple of those?" he asked.

I smiled at Drew and reiterated the fact that we had the whole week for fun. I ordered a round of drinks for the table and we continued to people watch and make small talk as the band set up for the evening.

Once the band started to play I had a nice buzz going. "Let's dance Drew!" I babbled on. We joined the massive crowed near the stage and quickly realized that there wasn't room for true dancing, but we could grind to the music. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me as we both watched the show. I could feel his cock hardening in his jeans where it rubbed against the top of my ass. The booze, the scantily clad women, and his hands groping my nipples had increased his excitement and I was wondering how soon we could leave. My pussy was dripping wet but I was having fun.

Soon, Tammy and Mitch worked their way over to us and were grinding in a similar fashion. Her nipples were poking through her cotton top in no time and I could see she too was quite tipsy and turned on. After a few more songs the band took a break. Drew and I expressed to Tammy and Mitch we were going to go back to the house. They agreed to join us and we made our 5 block walk through the crowds back to their house.

Drew and I went down to the basement and immediately he threw me against the wall at the foot of the stairs and began to kiss me hard. I whimpered as I reached for the zipper of his jeans. He was already hard, and his thick eight-inch cock bounced into view after I lowered his pants. "Suck on it" he panted to me. I lowered down to my knees and licked his member from the root to the tip and around, adding some saliva along the way. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked on the tip as I pumped the shaft. Drew didn't want to cum yet, and pushed me off.

He removed my shorts in a swift motion and threw my shirt across the room. I wasn't wearing underwear and he growled as he pushed his fingers into the cleft of my pussy. "Holy shit, you're a wet little bitch!" he exclaimed as he shoved me up against the wall again. He lifted me up and shoved his cock into me to the hilt. I held on for the ride as he lifted me up and down onto his cock. My back was scraping against the drywall but the pain was minimal. My clit protruded from its hood and was rubbing against his pubic bone with each thrust and soon I found myself cumming on his cock as he slammed me up and down and too released his seed in me.

We stumbled over to the bed and snuggled together in our post-coital bliss. As we laid in silence we heard the squeaking of the mattress above. We both laughed and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Drew and I planned a motorcycle trip through the Southern Black hills and hoped to go through Deadwood. I dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans with my boots to be safe for the ride. Drew did the same. The wind blowing through our hair and freedom of the ride felt phenomenal. There was a buzz of other motorcycles near at all times. We were all of one mind and spirit in the rally and I found myself relaxing into the moment.

We stopped in Deadwood for a late lunch. It was a gambling hub for most of the year, but during the rally it was like most other parts of the Black Hills. There were motorcycles everywhere and street vendors, tattoo parlors, and other types of businesses that came in for a couple of weeks. We walked down the main street in Deadwood and suddenly Drew stopped. I looked around and soon saw what he did. There was a little tent with "Maurisa's Body Painting" sign on the front. A woman was walking out the door and it appeared like she was wearing clothing, but at a second glance, it was entirely painted on. The paint over the pasties on her nipples and thong almost seemed seamless too.

Drew grabbed my hand and took me over to the shop. As we arrived a lady, who I assumed must be Maurisa opened the tent flap again. Her customer and left and she was free for a bit. Drew began a conversation with her and we looked through a magazine of some options that she could do for me. We decided on a cutoff tank top look in a beautiful blue. I couldn't believe I was taking my shirt off in front of this stranger and she was suddenly applying these little stickers over my sensitive nipples. My breasts were proudly standing in front of me and looked so weird with the nipples covered.

Maurisa began painting as I stood in front of her. The brush strokes were soft and cool, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. I knew my nipples would be intensely hard if they were allowed to be free right now. I wonder if she could tell that the touch was turning me on too? She finished her painting and ran a blow dryer over my skin to make sure the thick paint was adequately dry. I looked in the mirror and was in awe at the transformation. I looked like I could be clothed but felt the freedom of nudity. My pussy was tingling at the naughtiness of it all.

We left the shop with Drew holding my black T-shirt over his arm. He looked smug as we walked down the street. This big hunk of a man with a nearly naked girl on his arm. We got back to his motorcycle and made the ride back to Sturgis. The air was cool on my bare skin, but the mid-eighties heat kept me comfortable enough. The rumble of the motorcycle was again a pleasant feeling on my pussy. I found myself wishing I had painted on bottoms too so I could feel that energy more intensely.

As we pulled into the driveway Danielle saw us first. She gave a whistle and pretended to fan herself. "Holy shit girl, you're hot!" she exclaimed. Mitch came around the corner and I could see a bulge begin to form in his board shorts. Drew looked me over again and smiled that cocky grin of his.

Drew asked the group if they wanted to go walk downtown together. They agreed and the foursome took off walking again. They stopped at Tammy and Mitch's business to check out the T-shirt sales. There were some funny shirts that were a bit risqué in nature, as well as a good deal of political shirts making fun of either party. On one rack there were a variety of tank tops with slits and a nearly backless design. "Try it on, Tammy," I suggested. "I can't be the only slutty one." Tammy tried on the shirt and ended up buying it as she stuffed her bra in her purse. The backless design draped off her lovely little tits and showed a little bit of side boob when she moved just right.

We continued our walk until Tammy announced that there was an adult toy store in the next building. I was feeling randy as I felt the air surround my naked top. We all agreed to go look around. Tammy and I went over to look at some lingerie but soon heard whispering between our men. They were looking at a glass display case of higher end sex toys and asked the clerk to show them something. Tammy pulled me over to the dildo section and pointed to a medium size model and then a larger one. "I don't think I could fit anything that big in me!" she blurted. The first model she was looking at was about the size of Drew.

"Oh Tammy, that one is about Drew's size." I said as I giggled. "That other one is pretty huge though, I can only imagine how much that would stretch me. Her eyes grew big, but if I wasn't mistaken there was some curiosity and a bit of lust.

"Hey girls, we have some presents for you," Drew said with a twinkle in his eye. He showed us the two matching toys they bought. They were called a "We Vibe" and were vibrators that could be remotely controlled with an app on their phones.

Mitch chauffeured us to the door and suggested we head back to their house for a few drinks while the toys charge. So, we sat out on their lawn and visited while we watched people walk by. We chatted about life and our white collar careers. I garnered plenty of double-takes with my new paint job. Every time I looked at my chest I would get hornier just from the nudity and freedom I was living.

Finally, Mitch called us into the house. Mitch handed Tammy and I each our toys, one in pink and one in purple. He showed us how the curvature of the toy would mean that one side fit inside our pussy and the other should rest against our clits. He suggested wearing tight fitting underwear. I took mine downstairs to put into place.

While I was gone, Mitch and Drew downloaded apps on their phone to control the toys through Bluetooth. The toy connected and I immediately felt a low buzz next to my clit. It wasn't intense enough to bring on an orgasm, but it felt very pleasurable. It quickly went away again. I imagined that Tammy might be feeling something similar.

I returned back upstairs in my jean shorts with the toy in place. Drew wanted to make sure, though. He turned the toy up a notch and felt my jean clad crotch. He could feel the buzz and I could see his package tightening his shorts.

When Tammy walked back into their living room, Mitch must have turned her toy up pretty high because her knees buckled and she grabbed the back of the recliner to steady herself. Mitch laughed, and Tammy followed with a giggle. I could see he was having an effect on her, though. Her nipples were hardened into little points and were obvious through her cute little tank top she bought earlier.

It was evening by this time, and we decided to walk back downtown to another bar. The Loud American Roadhouse was serving some excellent food and had a promising young band there to perform in a few hours. We arrived and managed to find seats at one of their bars. I ordered us all a Lemon Drop shot since I figured I could use a little more liquid courage to take the edge off of the evening. Just after we took our shot I felt the low buzz turn back on. My clit was starting to swell and I couldn't help but shift on my stool to try and get a stronger contact with the toy.

I looked over at my friend. Tammy seemed to be squirming a lot too. Drew and Mitch were smiling knowingly at one another. If their purpose was to edge Tammy and I all night, they had a good start. I was already very horny, and knew I would be ready to jump Drew later. I closed my eyes a moment until the waitress came back over. "Ma'am, are you ready to order?"

I was a bit startled but I managed to stammer out my order and maintain some of my dignity. I was climbing quickly toward a nice little orgasm but Drew noticed. He turned my toy off suddenly. I wasn't sure if I was upset or relieved. I soon came down enough to realize that perhaps it was best I didn't have an orgasm right there on the barstool, but the other part of me was still horny enough I wanted to.

This time Tammy ordered us a drink. She was noticeably flushed and her poor little nipples were standing to attention. I had to assume that Mitch was giving her the same treatment. He would allow her to get close to orgasm but shut it off before she was able to climax.

The boys let us come down from our sexual highs for a little while as we ate our dinner. They were the perfect gentlemen as we conversed about normal things and generally learned more about one another. As we finished our dinner, though, as if by an unsaid rule the vibrations began for both of us again. It didn't take long and I was once again close to a climax. My poor pussy was swollen and dripping and very close to an orgasm when the vibration again ceased. A groan from Tammy told me she was frustrated too.

We were all a bit tipsy following an afternoon and evening of drinks, and Tammy needed to use the bathroom. I agreed to go with her. While in the restroom, she confided, "I'm so frustrated. I get close to cumming and Mitch just won't let me. He knows."

All of a sudden I devised a plan and smiled. "Switch me toys," I said, "that way we can confuse them and perhaps we will get the orgasm they keep denying." We both agreed this might just work. It was kind of sexy seeing how wet her vibe was as she pulled it out of her pussy and washed it off. Mine was equally wet. You could her a squishy sound as we put each other's toys back in place. I giggled at the sound.

The band just began and Tammy and I decided to go dance together. We enjoyed the crowd and moved to the music and pretty soon I felt the vibration start and jumped a bit. I told Tammy and she smiled as she told me that my toy had just started vibrating in her too. We continued to dance and started to grind with one another as our sexual frenzy ramped up. Some other men joined us for some fun and I watched Drew head to the restroom. Tammy was visibly getting close to orgasm. I pinched her little nipples and felt my vibrator turn off. I knew Mitch had tried to stop her from orgasming again, but since Drew was in the restroom with the correct control Tammy continued to ramp up. Her cheeks flushed and I continued to rub her breasts as she moaned into a big orgasm. I held her on the dance floor as she rode the waves of bliss. One of the men near us looked at her funny and Drew, thankfully, turned my vibrator off as he exited the bathroom.

Mitch made his way over. "What the fuck?" he whispered. I didn't think she would orgasm like that without the toy going. Tammy and I started giggling.

"We switched toys in the bathroom." I said. At least Tammy had gotten relief. We continued to dance and I felt Mitch turn on the vibrator I had in my pussy. He whispered something to Drew, and I watched Drew nod at him. Mitch wrapped his hands around me and nipped at my ear. "You've been a naughty girl, tricking us like that." Did Drew tell him how much I like to be dominated?

"I think you will orgasm right here on the dance floor too." Mitch promised. He reached around me and rubbed my tingling pasty covered nipples. He ground his hard dick into my ass and turned the speed up much higher. It took about twenty seconds for my poor throbbing pussy to reach the boiling point and I groaned as my pussy clamped down on the toy and I rode the waves of pleasure. Mitch held me up and whispered, "you're such a sexy little vixen."

Our men took pity on us and turned the vibrators off for a while. I could still feel its wet and squishy presence in my soaked pussy as I walked, but it wasn't such an active stimulant. We finished dancing and decided to have one more drink and then walk downtown. At one place, we saw a mechanical bull. Drew whispered a suggestion to me. How about we have a little friendly competition. If you can ride the bull longer than me, I have to eat you out tonight. But, if you lose, you have to give me a blow job.