Page 65 of Outlaws’ Runaway

I grin. “They match.” I let my shorts drop so they can see the matching bottoms. Boyshort style, but so sheer up front they can see almost everything. Just enough to tease.

“We still want you naked, but you're gonna fucking put those back on for us afterwards. Jesus, you look hot in them.”

Ever had a confidence problem? Get yourself three crude bikers that worship the ground you walk on and are willing to say exactly what they think. Confidence problem gone, I swear.

“So… you want me naked?” I reach behind to unclasp the bra, but wait for their reaction. It's like holding up a treat in front of three dogs who're doing their best to stick to their training, but are really, really struggling. I take the bra off before they can jump me and do it themselves. And then I have to rush getting the panties off, any illusions of teasing far gone. Just as I toss the panties aside, Poe sweeps me up in his arms and runs for the water.

A moment later, we both fall in, laughing. I emerge, sputtering and gasping as that first cold surge races through me, before I adjust to the temperature. I splash Poe for throwing me out here, then he splashes back, and then there's a war going on, with all four of us playing naked in the water like a bunch of unruly kids. The smooth sand continues way out, making this about the mostperfect beach ever. That my three favorite men in the world are out here doesn't hurt either, of course.

Skinny dipping is another first that the guys have introduced me to, one of many, but it's nice. I feel so… free. Without sounding too much like a hippie, there's this sense of going back to nature about it, reconnecting in a way where it's just me and the water. And my guys, of course. The way they're jumping around and acting silly makes it hard to remember what they're like when things get dangerous. It peaks when Crank comes swimming my way on his back, with his hard dick sticking out of the water like a shark fin and him humming the Jaws theme, and then I lose it so hard I had to wade back on land so I don't drown laughing.

It's Savage's turn to scoop me off my feet. I swear, sometimes I think the guys just have this aversion to me walking anywhere if there's any possible option for them to just carry me around instead. I don't mind. Naked in the arms of one of my three favorite bikers in the world isn't a bad place to be. I run my fingertips over his chest as he carries me back to the grassy plot near the bikes. Poe throws down a big blanket, and then I'm lowered onto it and kissed.

Hard.

When Savage lets me back up, I'm breathless, my lips feel swollen, and something in the mood shifts away from playful to something a little more… predatory. With all of us naked, and all three guys in very, very obvious need for attention, I already suspect where this is going.

Poe is the next one to demand a kiss, weaving his fingers into my hair and pulling me close. With the other hand on my hip, he keeps me in place while he presses his lips on mine, his nimbletongue chasing mine around until my heart's thundering and my thighs clenching.

He literally hands me over to Crank, who captures my jaw with both hands and kisses me like his life depends on it, his soft beard tickling my face. His hard cock nudges my belly. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and start sliding my hand up and down the thick length. He moans into my mouth, a shiver racing through his whole body at my touch. I brace my other hand against his chest, feeling his breathing speed in time with mine.

And then Savage is on one side, kissing my neck and shoulder, and Poe on the other, nipping at my earlobe while his hand finds my breast and cups it so that he can trap my nipple between his clever fingers. He whispers playfully in my ear, “You were so shy earlier. Are you sure you wanna do this right out in the open?”

I disconnect long enough from Crank to throw his words back at him. “What's the worst that's going to happen if someone sees us down here? They get a little show? They'll live with that happy memory for the rest of their lives.” I giggle at his mock shocked expression.

Savage captures my other breast, and I reach a free hand for his cock. He and Crank lay me down until they're kneeling on either side of me, playing with my breasts while I stroke the both of them. Meanwhile, Poe moves down between my legs. He kisses my stomach, then my hips, then lays a trail down the outside of my thigh until he crosses over and starts back up on the inside. I spread my legs for him, opening with a confidence I wouldn't have felt a few weeks ago. But when all three of them act like being between my legs is the most amazing thing in the world, whether it's to bury their tongues or their cocks in me, it makes it pretty easy to want to let them in.

And he doesn't let me regret it. Gripping the backs of my thighs, he pushes my legs back so he has full access to my pussy, and then slides his wide, wet tongue through my folds. Flashes of pleasure surge into my core as he shows off how skilled he is. It's not long before my thighs are quivering, my belly tightening and I'm moaning so loud that if anyone's nearby, they're not going to have to come up to the cliff edges to realize that something dirty is going on down here.

And I don't care.

Crank nudges my cheek with the tip of his cock, and I turn my head to take him in, enveloping the thick head in my mouth and sucking like he's my favorite flavor of lollipop. There's the faint click of a plastic bottle being opened, and then cool liquid drips into the valley of my breasts. Like boy scouts, my bikers are always prepared. Savage presses his long cock against my chest, then grips both breasts and squeezes them around him so he can fuck the now slippery channel between them. He sure loves doing that.

And that's how it always is. Overwhelmed by sensations, as the guys touch me, kiss me, worship me all over. There are only three of them, but sometimes I swear it’s more like fifty, when all I feel are tongues, cocks, fingers, and I don't know what else. They explore all of me at once, and I always have someone to pleasure, and someone pleasuring me. They've ruined me for anything else. How could I ever possibly settle for just one after this?

They switch, and then it's Crank's thick beard teasing the insides of my thighs, while I savor Savage's flavor and Poe fucks my tits. And again and again they move, until I don't even know whose tongue or cock is where. I just close my eyes and enjoy all the sensations that overwhelm me.

Savage is the first one to sink into my pussy, and by then I'm so close to going over the edge that I almost come just from that simple act. My breasts are tingling, my core is clenching and it's like electricity is arcing over my skin anywhere they touch me, which is everywhere. And when he starts fucking me proper, I lose it, going over the edge and coming like a freight train while he fills me, over and over, with that thick cock. Even with my eyes shut, I see an explosion of light that just gets more and more intense as my whole body arches into them, as my orgasm becomes the only thing I know.

And when I finally come back to Earth, Savage is still rolling his hips firmly, driving himself into me with the steady confidence that he's got full control and he's going to keep me riding that edge until another wave takes me. As inevitable as the ocean behind him.

Poe groans as he squeezes my breasts tighter, and then hot, slippery liquid spatters my chest and throat, sliding over my skin as he marks me as his. I slip my mouth off Crank just long enough to scoop a little up with my fingers and, while looking Poe right in the eyes, suck them clean. He groans all over again, a dirty grin on his face as he rolls off me. I love being naughty for them, and they love it so much.

Crank takes a moment to switch places with Savage, who brings himself to my mouth just as Crank fills me with that monster of his. My mouth pops open as I moan, and Savage slides his cock over my tongue and into my mouth. Poe watches us with bright eyes, slowly stroking himself back to readiness. Crank’s hard length drags in and out of me, and I feel like I'm clinging to him, the fit is so tight. So full. So perfect.

Maybe I miss the signal, but as Savage pulls from my mouth, Crank lowers himself over me, then suddenly rolls us over, hiscock never slipping out. And then I'm on top of him, bracing myself against the vast expanse of his muscled chest, while he puts his big hands on my ass and helps me ride him. At this angle, he slides even deeper, helped by his strong grip and gravity.

Doing this out in the open has a whole new level of wildness to it. They like to tease me about fucking me right out in the middle of the church during one of the parties, and while I don't think I'll ever do it, the fantasy never fails to get me off. This gives me some of the same feeling, like I'm on display, but not having to worry about anyone actually seeing it. It's intoxicating. Hot. It has my insides churning with heat.

And then Savage is behind me, dripping lube all over my ass and coating his cock with it until it glistens. “Is this okay?” he asks, voice husky.

We’ve played a lot with fingers back there by now, and once with a toy, but not gone all the way. I nod, ready, moaning with anticipation as Savage nudges his thickness against my tight back entrance. I arch into it, and then he pops inside, taking my breath away. I groan at the fullness. So similar to when two of them are in my pussy, but not quite the same. After giving me time to adjust, he starts to move, and I wonder why I’ve waited so long.

“You like that?” Crank asks from beneath me. “Taking us both at once?”

I nod. It’s hard to find the air to speak.

“Then get ready for three.”

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