Moose grabbed a handful of my long hair and pulled my face to is crotch, jamming his cock into my throat and making me gag as he shot his cum down it. When he pulled my face back, he watched the cum dribble out of my mouth. He was liking that and I remember how he'd cum on Donna's ass, instead of in it, so I opened my mouth, let him see his creampie. Some guys love seeing the evidence that they’ve come in you as much as doing it. He smiled and rubbed his fingers in it then smeared cum on my bare tits, rubbing it in my nipples.
When he got off the table, he grabbed up my shorts and top and put them in his saddlebags. Then we got back on the bike and he started it. I have to say that riding naked has to be one of the coolest things on earth. Sucking his cock alongside the road got me aroused, but now, naked and running down the highway on the back of a big machine that made the world rumble, my arms around a bad ass biker, I was in heaven.
Moose had me figured—this thing about me and how much being on a bike on the road turned me on. He’d used it to his advantage. I call that smart.
He followed the blacktop back to the dirt road that led to my trailer, not taking the turn, and heading to the burger place. He pulled into an empty lot across from it, and got off the bike. He took my face in his hand and kissed me, forcing his tongue in my mouth. Then he grinned and it looked kind of sinister in the odd light. “Sit here and wait for me.”
It was weird sitting naked on his bike watching him walk across the street to the burger place. Some local boys in a beater car hooted at me, but I doubted they could tell I was naked. Mostly the weirdness was in my head, with me wondering if what was going on was Moose’s idea or Dave’s or neither. It could be just happening.
Finally, Moose came back, carrying a bag that smelled of fries and burgers. He had me scoot forward and turn around, so I was sitting on the gas tank, facing him when he sat down. He grabbed my ankles and put my feet on his thighs, so I was tipped back against handlebars, my cunt open so he could see it. Then he opened the bag and took out a burger. He put the bag in the saddle bag, then faced me again and slowly unwrapped a burger, making it sort of a food strip tease. We sat under a dim street light that cast a yellow light and made our bodies and faces shadowy and kind of cool. “Play with your pussy while I eat,” he said calmly. “I know you want to come and I want to watch it happen.”
So I played with myself, propped up there, precariously balanced. I had my fingers spreading my pussy open, showing Moose what it looked like inside, while he ate his burger and watched. He had his gaze fixed there, but I was too gone to worry about giving him a show. I was I felt his gaze on my cunt and it was hot. He seemed to get off on what he was seeing too.
By the time he finished his burger, I was working several fingers in my pussy. He tossed the papers aside, wiped his face with the back of his hand and unzipped his jeans. He freed his hard cock and stroked it, smiling. I knew this game, and just watched him until he grabbed my wrists and moved my hands to the back of his neck, then grabbed my legs and pulled me toward him. His hard cock throbbed against my thigh as he reached past me and switched on the engine. It roared to lusty life. I was sure my heart was going to stop. This was damn hot.
I’d worked out what he wanted and I wanted it too. With that powerful engine pulsing under us, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him. I grabbed his shaft and guided it into my sopping wet pussy and he pulled me onto him. As his cock filled me, I tucked my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his back, bringing my cunt up tight against him until I felt his zipper rough against my pussy.
Then, to my delight, he let go of me, grabbed the handle bars, and with his hard prick inside me, he kicked that hog into gear and set off down the road.
He went slow and I rocked myself on his hard cock, overwhelmed by the delicious thrill of his cock inside me while my entire being was being vibrated by the powerful throbbing engine of his bike. The breeze ruffled my hair, tickling my neck, and it caressed my back, my bare ass. Nothing prepared me for the amazing sensation of my first fuck in motion. This was lust on the road.
I came quickly and hard, thrashing about, probably dangerously, between his arms, perched like some monkey on his cock, holding onto his body with my feet and digging my nails into his neck. Vaguely aware that he'd turned onto the dirt road leading to my trailer, I had to hold tight as the orgasm passed. He rode steady, stopping just before my trailer. He put his feet down on the ground to balance the bike, letting the engine idle as he grabbed me by the hips and pumped that cock in me until he came.
It was the best fuck I’d ever had in my life. My orgasm had gone on until he’d finally slipped out of me.
When I got dressed, he zipped up and kissed me. “No point in mentioning this to Dave.”
That made me think this had more spontaneous than I had guessed. I still didn’t know what he had in mind, if anything, but I agreed. “No point at all.” If Moose intended anything to happen, if fucking me told him something about what he wanted, I’d know soon enough.
He drove the rest of the way up the hill, shut down the bike and we went inside looking causal with Moose tossing Dave the bag of burgers. “I ate mine there,” he said. The image of him eating his burger while I masturbated almost made me come again.
Donna was still on the floor, looking asleep, but now she was her back. I was pretty sure I saw the glistening of fresh cum dotting her fake blonde bush, but no one said anything. If Dave hadn't fucked her, he'd missed a good chance.
There was a sort of a weird biker code about that shit. It was one thing to swap girls, but when it hadn’t been agreed on all bets were off. But the chick was just the one being fucked and had little to say about it all.
I love these guys, these fucking bikers, but I don’t expect them to make sense.
CHAPTER THREE
“I want to join the club,” Dave said. He meant the motorcycle club Moose belonged to. That morning Moose has said he and Donna had to go to a meeting later the next day.
Moose looked happy when he got the message. “I hope they’ve got something interesting going on. Things have been slow lately. I could use some action.”
“Me too. Could you help me get in?”
I was glad to hear Dave asking about joining. I thought it would be cool. It had to be a lot better than spending every day sitting around stoned and watching television. Even with Donna and Moose around I’d go stir crazy sitting all day. The idea of going on rides on the back of a big bike, surrounded by the buzz of the machines of a swarm of rough and rowdy, and probably stoned, bikers, who were always on their way to a party, totally sparkled with possibilities. Even if it wasn’t much of a club, at least we’d be on the bike and maybe meet some truly insane people. People like us.
“I don't know if you'd like it,” Moose said. “It's a rough crowd and the leaders are pretty hard assed. When they are cooking, they get into serious shit.”
“I'm going crazy sitting around here. I could use some entertainment.”
“You'd need to pass an initiation.”
“I expected that.”
Moose rubbed his chin. “You know that’s usually some illegal shit, don’t you?”
“So?”
Moose glanced at me. “They expect you to prove your loyalty in a couple of ways.”
I don’t know if he caught Moose’s look or not, but Dave didn't seem impressed. “Whatever.”
Moose was still hesitant. “All I can do is recommend you, tell them you want in. Then you have to prove yourself to the top three guys.”
“There are three top guys?”
“Father Rich is the real leader. He’s pretty mellow, but the boss. He comes up with the ideas. Tommy is number two. He can be a hard ass, but he’s a smart guy. Then Father Rich’s son, Jack always has something to say about what goes down. The man is a tank and loves to fucking fight. No one wants to tangle with him. He isn’t the brightest, but no one will tell him that.”
“So make nice to Jack.”
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��Carefully. If he thinks you’re sucking up, he’ll kick your ass just for fun.”
“My kinda guy.”
“Usually Tommy and Jack are in charge of the bad ass stuff. Father Rich does lead us on rides sometimes.”
“Fine.”
Moose shrugged. I could see he was done trying to talk him out it. He wanted Dave to ride with them, but didn’t want to feel any responsibility for whatever happened. I liked that about Moose. I liked it almost as much as I liked his big bike and the way it felt when he fucked me on the damn thing. Then he surprised me by telling Dave the real thing he worried about. “You need to know that Father Rich and Tommy will both fuck Trudy.”
“What?”
“Jack might too. They figure it’s part of their right as leaders.”
Dave looked uncertain. “You let them fuck Donna so you could join?”
“I didn’t know Donna when I joined. I had a different old lady then, but they did her more than once. They’ve done Donna a few times. Father Rich figures all the girls are his.”
Dave scowled. “That seems shitty.”
“It’s part of the deal. If you want to be in, that’s a condition.”
Dave looked at me, thinking about it, trying to picture it, I guess. “Any time?”
“There are a lot of girls and he spreads himself around, but yeah, whenever he wants.” Dave mulled it over but even having said that, Moose looked uncomfortable. “The thing is, I need to vouch for you.”
“So?”
“Father Rich and Tommy are going to do Trudy—no question. If I’m going to vouch for you, I need to be sure you are going to be cool with watching another guy do her.” He took in the way Dave’s face was growing dark. “I’ll be telling them that your old lady does what you say—even fuck another guy.”
“You want to fuck Trudy?”
“With you watching. So I can say I know you won’t go nuts on them, not that I think you won’t.”
Dave nodded at Donna. “Do I get to do her?”
Moose grinned. “Not today. That would just be a swap, not a test. But if you do what they say and get accepted, then I’d be cool with her being a present for making it in. You won’t get to negotiate with Father Rich—you’ll just have to deal with it when he grabs her for his fun. You kick up a fuss and the others will beat the shit out of you and he’ll fuck her anyway.”
Dave nodded, making up his mind, then looked at me. “So be a good biker chick and strip for the man, Trudy.”
I’d figured this sort of shit would be part of the deal but I have to confess that it seemed awkward as hell taking off my clothes knowing that Moose would fuck me in front of Dave. That was stranger than doing it with him while we were off buying burgers. But Dave wanted to be in this gang and he figured it was worth watching Moose do me and then letting this Father Rich clown have me too. If I was going to be a biker chick, there was no way around doing this, so I started peeling out of my clothes.
Moose stripped and began running his hands over me. He had be bend over, poking my butt in his face so he could play my pussy that way. Right away his cock grew stiff. I figured this was going to be good. I also wondered if this was really the way the club did things or if it was just Moose playing games. It didn’t matter. I was about to get fucked anyway and seeing that Moose was good at it, I’d have a nice time, no matter what Dave thought.
So Dave sat on the couch with Donna as Moose had me stretch out on the carpet, lying on my back in front of them. He lifted my legs, holding my ankles together and bending them back so they could all see my pussy. He knelt down and I could feel that swollen prick against my ass cheeks. He bent my legs back further and moved close, holding his cock and rubbing it between my pussy lips. I saw the intense look on Dave’s face as he watched. I was tingling like crazy as Moose eased that shaft into me. Damn it felt wild, and once he leaned forward, resting my legs on his shoulders and started pumping it into me, I didn’t see anything expect his wild face.
Moose plowed into me for a long time and when he came he flooded me with cum.
When he got off me, he slumped back against the couch. “I was thinking it would be cool to see Donna lick my cum out of Trudy’s cunt.” He grinned at Dave. “Then we could double her.”
Dave gave me an evil look. “That could be fun.”
Donna didn’t seem thrilled but she did what she was told. He told Donna to get naked then Moose had me plant my feet on the floor while Donna lay down between them and brought her face to my pussy. She’d done this before, I could tell. She used her fingers to pry me open and give her tongue access to Moose’s creampie. After a bit she worked her fingers in my pussy as she licked my clit while she finger fucked me.
“Stick those slippery fingers in her ass,” Moose told her. When Donna did, Moose managed to get his fingers in my pussy so that I was getting pretty worked up.
“Make her come,” Dave told Donna, and between Donna and Moose they took me over the top. I was writhing under her, and squirming made their fingers in my pussy and ass seem even wilder.
My heart was still pounding and I was catching my breath when they lifted me up and put me over Dave, my wet pussy slipping down over his hard shaft. Without any ado, Moose was behind me, his stiff cock pressing into my anus. “Crinkle hole joy,” he sighed happily and drove it into me.
“Fuck.” It was all I could manage to say as the two cocks filled me. It was amazing I could breath. With Dave bouncing his hips up and thrusting into me, and Moose pounding into my back door, all I could do was hang on. Dave came first, as you’d expect, seeing as he hadn’t come yet, and he stayed pretty hard inside me as Moose took my asshole until he shot his hot cum up in me.
When we untangled, Dave had me get a couple of beers and we went into the bedroom. It didn’t take long before he got hard and fucked my ass. Moose had inspired him.
* * *
The next day, Moose and Donna rode off in the morning. Moose wanted to take care of some business before te meeting. Late that afternoon he called. “They are interested in you,” he said. “Come on down.”
Dave had me put on a tight tee shirt and short shorts, then we got on his bike and rode to a scruffy bar called LONESOME’S, which served as the base for the Mystic Riders. I enjoyed the ride, which took us the back way into a part of town I hadn’t seen, riding along two-lane blacktop that we hugged as it took us over rolling hills. I snuggled against Dave's hard body, wanting him to feel the soft flesh of my tits against his back while I enjoyed the rumble of that big engine resonating up inside my cunt, turning me on. By the time we got there, I was ready for some action. Dave seemed nervous and that was understandable. Bikers are hot, but they can also be bad news if you aren’t on top of your game.
The bar was everything you'd expect from a biker hangout—dirty, smoky and decorated with a mix of photos of bikes and nude girls. A trashy looking topless brunette who’d seen better days served drinks. A shabby pool table with red felt and dim lighting completed this set out of one of Moose’s movies.
At the center of the room, where a couple of tables had been pulled together, sat Father Rich. He was probably in his late forties and had a long pony tail. Sometimes I wonder if Willie Nelson knows what a fashion guru he has become. Father Rich was fair sized and a bit out of shape, but not bad looking. He drank longneck beer, while a girl named Sally, who was a bit older than most biker chicks, was hanging on him. Sally hard a hard look to her that said she’d been around the block a time or two and wasn’t taking shit from anyone but her old man. I decided to give her a wide berth, just make nice and let her get the measure of me.
The way she was looking at me, and Donna for that matter, made me think of dogs circling each other, sniffing each other’s butts.
The place wasn’t crowded. Besides Moose and Dave there were only about eight guys there and some girls. I thought a lot of the guys looked more like construction workers with bikes, than bikers. But that's just me. Father Rich looked like a biker though, and
so did the second in command. That was Tommy, a tall, lanky, pasty white guy with a bald head and a truly wicked smile—the kind of smile you see on a psycho's face in the movies and you know he's about to kill someone. A nasty dude, was my best guess. His chick was a brunette named Hilda. The introduction to her was short because she was on her knees sucking Tommy's dick.
The other guy who stood out was Father Rich's son, Jack. He was built like a tree stump—maybe five five and I wouldn't be surprised if he was over 250 lbs. Whatever he weighted, not one pound of it was fat. The guy was just one big muscle and he made Moose look skinny. Even without that you’d notice him because of the way he dressed. His loud Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and sandals kinda stood out in the jeans, boots, and denim vest crowd he ran with. If he weren’t one mean son of a bitch, he’d get his ass kicked, dressing like that. In contrast to his flamboyant dress style, he was quiet, almost subdued. He stood in the corner and drank beer, slapped girls on the ass when they got close, and watched everything that happened through beady eyes that didn’t miss much. Jack’s bitch, Brownie, was a long-legged brown-skinned woman with an attitude and a smoking hot body.
In center court, Father Rich sounded enthusiastic about having Dave in the club. “I hope Moose explained that new members have obligations.”
Dave shifted from foot to foot. “Yeah.”
He waved for me to come over to him and held out an arm. When I was standing next to him, he wrapped an arm around my waist, and poked his hand inside the front of my shorts. “You’re his old lady?”
“Yeah.”
“You want him in the club?”
“It’s what he wants.”
The man nodded as if I’d said something profound. “So, Dave, you understand that I am the leader.”
“Yeah.”
“And you have to prove yourself.”
“I get that. I'm just not sure what you want proved.”
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