Dogging on the Harley MMF (Next Chapter)

After that night on the deserted road, the one I posted that still has my inbox blowing up, I thought the Harley dogging scene couldn’t get any filthier. Bent over the warm tank, engine idling that deep V-twin growl, headlights sweeping across her bare ass while I fucked her hard and the whole bike rocked on the sidestand… she came so hard her juices ran down the hot engine cases and the watchers just sat there grinning. I figured that was the peak.

Then she messaged me on RHP.

She’d read the story three times, she said. Shoulder-length auburn hair, pale skin that looked like it would glow under headlights, and profile pics in that red strappy lingerie that were as hot as fuck. She wanted exactly the same thing… engine running the whole time, headlights catching everything, no hiding. I told her I was riding south to a big motorcycle event in a regional town with my mate Steve, both of us on our Harleys. The second I mentioned him her replies went nuclear. “Two riders? Fuck yes. I want both of you having your way with me while the bikes rumble.”

I had to work Monday so we didn’t head off until later that afternoon. Six-hour ride south, planned to hit the quiet rest bay I’d told her about right on 10pm… usually dead after dark, just a few trees, gravel pull-off, and that long straight highway where cars still cruise past every couple of minutes. Perfect visibility.

We rolled in spot on time. Both Harleys parked side-by-side, engines left running that perfect lumpy idle, the combined thunder vibrating through the ground. Steve killed his lights. I left mine on low beam so anyone driving past would get the full show.

Her car rolled in slowly, headlights off. Stephanie stepped out exactly like her profile pics… tight jeans, thin top, leather jacket half-zipped, that shoulder-length auburn hair framing her pale face. She didn’t hesitate. Walked straight to the bikes, eyes locked on the rumbling tanks, and ran both palms over the warm metal. The vibration hit her instantly; I watched her nipples stiffen under the fabric and her pale thighs press together.

“Two Harleys… two riders,” she breathed, voice already husky. “Just like I wanted.”

I stepped in close, slowly unzipped her leather jacket and peeled it open. Her thin top was already straining over full, pale breasts, nipples rock-hard from the rumble. I slid my hands inside, cupped her tits, thumbs circling the stiff peaks while Steve watched, stroking himself. She moaned softly as I leaned down and sucked one nipple deep into my mouth, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. The other I rolled between my fingers, pinching lightly. Her head fell back, auburn hair catching the low beam, pale skin flushing pink.

After a long, hungry minute she pushed us back gently, dropped to her knees on the gravel right between the two idling Harleys, and looked up at us with those filthy eyes. She unzipped us both, freed our cocks, and took one in each hand, stroking slow and firm while the twin engines thrummed through the air. Then she started taking turns… sucking me deep, swirling her tongue around the head, then switching to Steve, lips stretching around him while her hand kept working the other. Spit glistened on both shafts as she alternated, moaning around whichever cock was in her mouth, the vibration of the bikes travelling up through her knees and into her throat.

Finally she stood, turned, braced her hands on my warm tank, arched her back and pushed that perfect pale ass toward us. I yanked her jeans and thong down in one rough motion. Steve moved to the other side of the bike. I rubbed my cock along her soaked folds, then pushed inside her in one deep stroke. She cried out as I bottomed out, the rumble travelling straight through the tank, through her arms, and into her clit. Steve fed his cock between her lips at the same time.

We found the rhythm fast… me fucking her pussy hard from behind, hips slapping her ass with every thrust while the bike rocked on the sidestand, her head bobbing on Steve’s cock on the other side. Every impact made her tits swing and her moans vibrate around him.

Headlights appeared in the distance. A car slowed right down, driver staring openly as he passed. Then another. Stephanie felt them watching and clenched hard around me, sucking Steve deeper. “Don’t stop,” she gasped around his cock. “Let them see both of you using me on the Harleys.”

We kept going, the wet sounds of skin and spit mixing with the twin Harleys rumbling. Another car crawled past, brake lights flashing red as the driver took it all in…. the auburn-haired redhead bent over the tank, pale ass glowing, getting railed from behind while she sucked the second rider, spit running down her chin, two rumbling bikes vibrating straight through her body.

She came violently, body locking, a broken scream muffled around Steve’s cock as the vibration and the audience ripped through her. Her pussy squeezed so tight I groaned and unloaded deep inside her. Seconds later Steve pulled out and painted her tongue, watching her swallow while the engines kept thundering.

Stephanie stayed bent over the tank for a long moment, trembling, our cum dripping down her pale thighs onto the gravel, the red glow of passing tail-lights still washing over her. Then she stood, kissed us both with a filthy grin, pulled her jeans up and whispered, “That was round one. See you at the main event this weekend, boys. I want more.”

We fired the bikes up louder, rolled out of the rest bay, already buzzing that we’ll have another chance to have our way with her over the coming weekend.