The man's bike shorts display his reaction clearly though the stretchy fabric. I silently motion him over and he can not resist the idea. I peel open a condom wrapper and hand him the circle of latex as I get up from my knee height fervor. He kneels onto the sand and slips his unfamiliar shaft inside to your surprise. I climb onto the platform and remove your blindfold, letting you see the muscular rider kneeling against you. Commanding you with my finger against my lips and shushing my breath, I let you know it is not the time to cry out and release the gag as well. Kneeling above your head I drag my balls across your face as I place the blood filled shaft end in you mouth. You suck and slobber closing your eyes to the cares that no longer concern you. Another pair of cyclists descend the hill side shortcut to the park, and whisper voyeuristic-ally at the spectacle. The second woman pushes her man forward wickedly wanting to see him too engaged. I motion him to kneel down next to the first and hand him another thin protective sleeve. On the next back stroke the first rider pulls out and pushes the wheel sideways like a pistol revolver indexing to the next chamber. As another pair of riders pulls up he slides in and takes over the rhythm, while the first wheel man pauses and rests. The third rider doesn't look back as he steps off the bike and slips off his Lycra shorts. His fat stumpy shaft is hard and ready. I hand him another condom and he slips it on and waits a moment then pushes his neighbor back and spins the wheel to the next position and takes over. Your sucking has lost any pattern and has dissolved into the most gentle envelopment.
The women are sitting back on one of the park benches watching comfortable as their partners turn the wheel back and forth swapping strokes seamlessly. Finally one of them ruptures his concentration and explodes from the depth of his balls. He unleashes the convulsive shudders of humping pressure against you and stands up to stretch his legs letting the remaining two resume the swapping strokes. As the second and third explode in turn. I step up and take my place again against the wheel of pleasure. The night is still dark even thought you have been taken for hours by now. I see the first rider sitting with his partner making out on the bench. As she see him getting hard again she pushes him to his feet to take his place at the wheel. It is a merry go round and each of us takes three turns squirting away our energy into your warmth. As the sky begins to get light in the east. I motion them back and sit you up at the edge of the steel turn table. Unfastening your hands from the rails I stand you up in the sand. You are beyond protest and there is no one who cares within miles. I lead you dripping and wet back to the van and put you on the mattress in back, bound and then blindfolded and drive into the sunrise.
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