All I could do was hope something happened.
* * *
One morning we both woke in bad moods that developed into a fight about something really stupid. I can’t even remember what it was. Once that erupted, he stormed out and rode off, leaving me to watch television. He stayed gone all day. Under the circumstances, that didn’t surprise me at all. He’d want to stay gone long enough to make sure I knew he was pissed off at me.
When he came home that night, he was feeling a lot better. I could see it in the way he moved. He’d brought company with him—another biker and his girl. The biker was a rough looking dude; powerful and heavyset with short hair, he called himself Moose. He didn’t wear a shirt, just a denim vest, which was real nice as far as I was concerned because watching his powerful muscles ripple the tattoos that covered his shoulders was a turn on.
His girl was Donna; she had bleached blonde hair and seemed rather dim, like all the bleach had affected her brain. Not that she was stupid, exactly. In fact I couldn't even tell if she was smart or dumb because she hardly said a fucking word. Anyone home in there, Donna? She wasn’t gonna win any game shows, I can tell you that. But brains are not why a biker like Moose keeps a girl around. Donna’s big tits bounced around under her tee shirt, and her ass wiggled in her very short, very tight shorts. She had great legs, made sexier by very short shorts. She made my halter top and shorts seem demure.
When Dave introduced them he mentioned that Moose was in a club, which I could tell easy enough since he wore colors. I did wonder about the club he belonged to though. His colors said Mystic Riders and that name didn't say badass biker to me. To each their own, I guess. Anyway, Dave brought them in and I performed the ritual biker chick greeting of saying hi, and getting everyone a beer while taking a good, maybe slightly hungry look, at Moose, like I said. He caught the look, as I hoped he would, and gave me a smile that made me warm up.
It was great having company. It relieved a lot of the cabin fever and so when Dave told Moose they could crash in the living room, I thought that was great. The couch made into a bed, if they wanted to bother, and food was no problem as Dave made sure we always had enough beer and pizza to last out a famine.
Donna told me they’d met Dave at the strip club. It was amateur night and Dave was sitting next to Moose when Donna did her stuff. She didn’t win, but she made some decent tips, with guys stuffing bills in her panties. Dave had made nice comments about her tits to Moose, even before he knew Moose was her old man. When he did find she belonged to Moose, he bought them a drink.
Dave and Moose liked each other right off, and everything got a lot tighter when Moose mentioned liking old old biker movies. I knew Dave loved those fucking things. When they came on the movie channel he always wanted to watch, even though he knows they're always crap, where the bikers wreak havoc, beat people to jelly and rape the pretty girls and do dope and then end up getting their asses kicked by some ex military hero type. I figure bikers don’t watch the endings. Apparently he and Moose had a shared passion because Moose had brought some DVDs with him. He handed an entire fucking WalMart bag of them to Dave. “You pick the one you want to see. “While he was looking at the boxes the DVDs came in, reading about them as if you could even tell one from another, Moose grinned and ran his hands over Donna's ass and looked at me and winked. “She likes them too. They get her hot. Do they get you hot?”
“Not as hot as riding on a bad-assed bike does.”
He nodded a knowing nod.
“This will be fucking great,” Dave said.
Seeing as we were gonna watch at least one of those movies no matter how bad I thought they were, I put some nachos and cheese in the microwave. When they were ready I put them in two bowls and brought them in. They’d started the movie already and I sat next to Dave on the couch in front of the flat-screen television (the only decent piece of furniture in my trailer besides my bed). Every time we watched anything it reminded me that I still owed money on the damn thing.
Moose and Donna cuddled up like spoons on the floor and he wrapped those big arms around her, and started playing with her tits and she fed him cheesy nachos. Even though Dave wanted to see the movie he was getting his hands were all over me from the opening credits, which rolled over some bikers beating the crap out of a guy who made eyes at a biker chick. The violence turned him on.
As he unzipped my shorts and stuck his hand inside to see if I was getting wet, I had a good view of Moose pulling Donna's tight shorts down around her ankles. She didn’t wear any panties and he put her on her side in front of him. Soon he unzipped his pants, brought out a nice looking cock and happily poked it between the lips of her pussy and deep inside her. When he started plunging it into her, she let out little gasps of pleasure that didn't fit with the images of guys getting their faces bashes in that were on the screen.
The show on the floor was a lot better than the one on the screen, as far as I was concerned. Fortunately, Dave seemed to give up on the movie too, and started paying more attention to getting my shorts off me. Unlike Donna, I wore panties. Undeterred, Dave stuck his cock under the leg of them and then into me. He couldn't get it all in me that way, but seeing as I'd been complaining about Dave's lack of imagination in the sack, I couldn't say much. It felt kinda nice and he was having a good time.
Moose pulled Donna up on her hands and knees and then got on his knees behind her, spreading her ass cheeks and fingering her ass as he put his cock between her pussy lips, splaying them apart and slipping inside her as she put her face on my shitty carpet and pushed her ass back at him.
I was hot. Dave finally got my panties off and pulled me onto his lap. I knew what he wanted and put a foot on the couch on either side of him. He held my hips as I lowered my hungry pussy down onto his pecker, holding it as I worked it in and then rode him while I watched Moose drill Donna. Dave put a hand on my pussy for a nice combination play, rubbing my clit while I fucked myself on his cock. He did shit like that when he was having a good time. “Come for me,” he said, So I obliged and he wasn't far behind, his cock jerking in my pussy. I closed my eyes and pictured his cum shooting up inside me. Sometimes that makes it even better.
When I opened my eyes, Moose had his cock out of Donna. He was jerking off and I was just in time to see him shoot his cum all over Donna's ass. I like seeing a guy shoot once in a while. Mostly I want to feel it, but seeing him splatter his cream on her bare ass was hot.
With the tension off, everything got mellower. Donna was smiling. I doubt she came, but her guy had creamed all over her ass and that's how you keep bikers happy. They love getting their rocks off almost as much as being out riding.
With the movie over and the guys content for the time being, I stood up, pulled my shorts back on and went in the kitchen for more beer. I put a frozen pizza in the oven and cranked it up.
By the time I got back, Dave was putting in another of the movies and we watched it. I’m not sure it wasn’t the same one, to be honest, but Dave thought it was even better than the first one. I got the pizza and we ate it as we watched. By the time it was over, it was late. As Donna went down on Moose, sucking him enthusiastically, Dave and I waved good night and went to bed. Dave was horny, which was nice, because I was too. He fucked me from behind, with me putting my hands on the wall and rocking back into him and imagining it was Moose fucking me. The man had a righteous cock and I was sure it would feel intensely nice inside.
* * *
The next day we got up late, and the guys wandered around the property. I looked out the window and saw Dave pointing down the hill where the orange car had disappeared and I figured he was telling Moose of his encounter with Dutch.
They’d left Donna and me inside, probably thinking we might bond the way they were. Actually, I envy the guys the ability to do that. It’s harder for us, because we compete for our old men, and fight to hold onto them. The other girls are okay, but also competition. A lot of the games the guys play make that worse. I could tel
l Dave was interested in Donna, and if he tried anything she wasn’t go to say no, especially since if he made a move it would probably be with Moose’s blessing. Bikers have weird and variable ideas on loyalty.
It was a slow day. The guys went to their bikes and were comparing notes about things they’d done to make them faster or cooler, or just done for the hell of it. Donna and I shuttled beer to them when they shouted at us, and Donna watched a game show on television. I mostly watched the guys, wondering how things would play out. I had a feeling that change was afoot, that whether he intended to or not, Dave had put things in motion that none of us controlled. Sounds eerie, but it got me wet. I guess I like uncertainty. I must. I like bikers, after all.
When the guys came back in, Moose slumped on the couch and unzipped his pants. “Get your top off and get over here,” he said to Donna. She pulled her top off over her head then sank to her knees and got out his cock, stroking that big rod.
Dave grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the bedroom. I don’t know if Moose’s attitude inspired him or he was independently horny. Either way worked for me. He’d left the door open. I didn’t know if it was on purpose or not, but I didn’t care. What I did care about was that he stripped me naked, ate my pussy like a starving man, and then pulled down his jeans and fucked me hard.
We lay on the bed and I saw it was getting dark. The day had slipped away. It had been okay, and at least Dave and I hadn’t fought. “I’m hungry,” he said.
I sat up and looked for my clothes. “Don’t worry about clothes, just get some food going,” he said.
I shrugged and went naked through the living room where Moose was getting up off Donna looking sated. She was naked on her stomach on the floor. I smiled at them and went into the kitchen. Dave came in the living room behind me and sat in his chair.
“Got any burgers?” Moose asked as I came back and handed him a beer. I liked that he was staring at my bare tits and letting his eyes trace the line of my body. I was sure I felt his gaze on my naked pussy. I scoped him out as well. He was one nice naked hunk.
Donna still lay on the floor looking asleep or stoned, her ass in the air.
I remembered he’d asked a question. “Sorry. We’ve got lots of beer, pizza, and dope. That's it except some soup and maybe some breakfast stuff.”
“Damn, I could go for a burger.”
I handed everyone a beer, putting Donna's on the coffee table. Dave was looking at Donna's bare ass in a dreamy kind of way, watching the cum dry, as it were, and taking long sips of his beer. She was close enough that he could poke her with his foot, so he did. “She gonna sleep the night away?”
Moose laughed. “Unless something wakes her, which I’ll probably do sooner or later. Is there any place around here we could make a run to so I can get a burger?”
Dave looked unhappy. “I wanted to watch another movie. The only burger place worth going to is a few miles up the road after you hit the blacktop.”
Moose shrugged. “No reason you need to go. Stay and watch the fucking movie. Stare at Donna’s ass. Whatever.” He looked at me. “I could use a navigator.”
Dave scowled, thinking. “Sure. Trudy knows where it is. She’ll show you. Bring me a back a couple of burgers and some fries. Now that you started talking about burgers I think I’m sick of pizza.”
I gave Dave the look that asks if that's what he wants, but he was turning on the other movie. “Bikers From Hell” or some shit. “You want me to go with him?”
Save scowled. “Well I don’t want Moose getting lost and roaming around the countryside letting my burgers get cold.”
So I found some clothes and dressed, then headed out the door with Moose. An undercurrent was running between the guys. I felt it as a prickly sensation, the kind you get when you are sure things are about to go right or really awfully wrong and that it’s a tossup. Anyway some shit was going on, but as usual, I was just going for the ride. The guys might have something in mind, or things might just be moving of their own accord, the way stuff does. Whatever happened, I wasn’t the one in charge. In the meantime, I’d been invited to take a ride on a big motorcycle, hanging on to a hot guy and that made my heart pound. I had no idea where that led, but it got me out where I wanted to be and I wasn’t gonna say no. Moose grinned at me like he knew something I didn’t, which was probably true, and I followed him out to his bike. I’d find out what was going on soon enough; there was no point in guessing or worrying.
* * *
I hadn't had a chance to see Moose’s bike up close before, and what a treat it was, even in the dark. It was a great bike to begin with and he had it all chromed out, tricked out a lot better than Dave's. Moose got on that puppy looking like the king of the world. He pulled in the clutch and kicked the bitch to life. She came alive with a delicious roar that was a joy to hear, especially knowing she was about to take me for a ride. I slipped on the seat behind him and put my arms around him under his vest, hugging that bare torso and putting my head against his back. I couldn't wait to experience hitting the open road with this glorious monster throbbing between my legs and another one in front of me.
It seemed like forever before Moose kicked the engine to life, sending a ripple of pleasure running through me. Then he let out the clutch and we lurched forward, rolling down the dirt road toward the highway. He’d told Dave he wanted a navigator, but he accelerated through the dark as if he had a destination in mind and not asking me for directions. A guy like Moose lets you know when he want you to tell him something or set them straight otherwise you leave them alone, stay out their face and recognize that sometimes they don’t give a shit if they’re lost or on the right track. Anyway I was along for the thrill of the ride, not burgers so I was happy to cling to him, letting the powerful throb of that scooter get me hot, and pressing my body against his back.
At the bottom of the hill we shot out onto the blacktop, flashing by a pickup, pulling in front of him, and accelerating away. The glow of his headlights faded quickly as we left him behind with Moose getting up to speed. I felt my pulse synching to the rumble of the engine as we flew down the road. I was in heaven. My pussy grew wet and, with my head turned sideways, my ear against Moose's back, I swear I could hear his heart beating at the same tempo as the clicking of the valves in the engine.
I don’t know how long or how far we rode, but when he slowed to stop at one of the small roadside tables the state government puts out at intervals along the highway, I knew it hadn’t been enough. “I never saw the burger place.” He shut off the engine and got off his bike. Reluctantly I followed him to the table, my body unwilling to let go of the sensual vibrations of the open road.
He seemed curious, maybe wanted an explanation. “You turned left when we hit the blacktop. The burger place is in the other direction.”
He grinned. “So I guess we can get them on the way back.”
That would work. “It’s open twenty four.”
Moose walked to the picnic table and sat on it, putting his feet on the seat. He motioned for me to get over there. He looked sexy, sitting there in his boots, jeans, and vest. I'm prejudiced, of course. I don't get guys in suits at all. Fancy doesn't do a thing for me. The jeans and vest scream macho and that’s what I want in a man. When I came close he stared into my face. In the dim light I wasn’t sure he could see anything at all. “You like the riding,” he said.
“Oh yeah.”
“A lot of the girls sort of enjoy it, but it excites you. I see it in your eyes.”
Hearing him talk about it gave me a thrill too. “It does get me in a mood.”
He grabbed my arm with one hand to pull me closer and unzipped his pants with the other. “Show me how much it excites you.”
I smiled. I’ve been told I give good head. Knowing how to suck cock is an important life skill given the kind of men I like to hang out with. I undid the snap on his jeans. “No way I'm gonna get this big thing out where I can do it some good without getting more room to work.” T
hen I reached inside and found it. I had my fingers on that thing, feeling it hot and starting to grow hard at my touch. It swelled up as I worked it out of his pants; I took my first really close look at it as I squeezed the fleshy shaft. With my fingers encircling it, I could tell it was a lot bigger than Dave's. Not the biggest I've ever had, but it would definitely do the trick.
Moose like the way things were going. “Get naked. It's hotter having a naked girl suck my cock.”
I stood up and took off my clothes, enjoying the lust building in his face as he looked me over. Then I moved close, reached for that big prick jutting out of his jeans and licked it. I wanted it nice and wet.
I could tell that Moose loved being done that way, me teasing it with my tongue and stroking it while I ran my tongue the length of it and then kissed the head, tasting his precum. When I opened my mouth and took it between my lips, then eased my mouth over it, he had his hands on my head grabbed handfuls of my long blonde hair and muttered all kinds of shit. I sucked him happily enjoying the crazy flashing patterns of light from the headlights of passing cars that danced over us. One car even slowed down, and some boys hooted shit at us, but we ignored them. The universe was all about his cock in my mouth and the rest was just background, something an artist I'd fucked years ago called the texture of life. That artist had a great talent for eating pussy, and as far as I’d been considered he could call it whatever he wanted.
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