“Are we back to that again? It’s just girl talk,” I tried to tell him but Jack wasn’t as oblivious as I’d hoped. He stroked my soft, swollen mound sending shivers up my spine.
“By the way you were blushing when you told me, I think it was more than random girl talk,” he told me. He pulled his hand away and then suddenly he spanked my pussy. I squealed at the sharp sting but damn that felt good.
“Really, it’s nothing,” I tried to deflect.
“If it was nothing, you’d tell me,” he argued. Dammit! It was hard to think, my head swimming from all the frustrating attention between my legs.
“I’ll tell you after we do it, OK?” I offered but Jack was already shaking his head.
“You’ll tell me now or we won’t do it at all. I’ll just go home and jerk off,” he warned. Fucker! I tried to think of a way to get out of this but I couldn’t. Jack didn’t wait very long, however. “You want me to fuck her, don’t you?” he asked. That took a half second to sink in.
“What?” I asked, shocked a bit by his question.
“She wants to fuck me, right? You want to watch,” he continued. I wasn’t sure what to say. I hadn’t given the idea a lot of serious thought. I hadn’t really given it any thought.
“Is that what you want?” I asked him. Damn, he had me on the defensive, as usual. Why was he so good at this?
“I’m just trying to guess. Maybe you want her to fuck you. A little crossdresser on girl action, is that it?” he pressed. Where was he getting all this from? Did he think about this kind of stuff? I relented before Jack said any more.
“Oh fuck. She told me I should wear a strap on to bed to get you back for the prison sex jokes. Happy?” I told him. Jack just stared at me and I couldn’t read him. I know he was doing it on purpose to keep me off balance. Finally he spoke.
“Oh, I suppose you want me to wear lingerie and wig too. Is that it? You want to be like Kat and turn me into your little sissy sex slave?” Jack asked but it was almost an accusation.
“No! I mean...knock it off,” I warned him but my blushing cheeks gave me away. He was doing this on purpose.
“You like that, don’t you? You kinky devil you,” Jack said. I think I blushed even deeper at that.
“I hate it when you do this,” I told him but I didn’t. I liked it too much.
“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter. If this wasn’t coming from the girl that begged me to have a threesome with Butch, I might buy it. You’re a deviant girl, Brandy. You’re a troublemaker. You’re a bad influence on me,” Jack said. That was over the top.
“Oh, please! You’d probably like it if I strapped on a dildo and fucked your ass,” I said playfully. Suddenly, Jack rose up and loomed over me. His cock was hard and throbbing, poised at the entrance to my wet, pink and swollen pussy.
“As long as you’re doing it, I’d like it,” he said and impaled me with his cock. I shrieked at the welcome invasion and Jack began to thrust like a mad man. My body shook and swayed with the force as Jack held me in place with his strong arms wrapped around my creamy thighs. I hadn’t realized until that moment that all of his dirty accusations had turned me on even more. “You want to fuck me in the ass, don’t you?” he pressed.
I didn’t answer. I could barely think, suddenly. “You want me to fuck that girlfriend of yours? You want Sarah for yourself too, don’t you? Maybe Kat, too? You dirty fucking whore. You sexy bitch. If you ask, I’ll do it. I’ll make it happen,” he growled at me. I exploded as I found the images his suggestions created in my mind wildly erotic, deliciously taboo and intoxicatingly tempting. It might have had something to do with the fact that Jack, the sexy biker that turned my world upside down, was driving me crazy with his thick manhood, but still.
“I don’t know why your saying that, but please don’t stop,” I begged him. Jack slammed his hips against my lush behind even harder, his thrusts more insistent.
“I’m saying it because I love you. I want you to be happy, doll. I want you to live life like there’s no tomorrow and I want to be there to witness it all,” he told me. I erupted in ecstasy again as I pulled him down onto me and hugged him tight. Before I knew what had hit me, I was crying like a little girl, sobbing into his shoulder as he pleasured me. The arrest right after we had come to terms with our relationship, bailing him out of jail and talking about prison with Vic was weighing on me and I let it all out.
Still, that was only part of it. I loved him so much, through all of our trials, through my foolishness and his. To hear him say that was overwhelming but it felt so good. “I love you too,” I managed to say as another powerful orgasm ravaged me. Then Jack tensed and his shaft swelled within me. A moment later, Jack satisfied himself within me. His orgasm filled me and more, leaking from me as I sobbed. This was so perfect. Why did that fucking ratty biker have to ruin it all?
“Hey, doll. Stop it. You’re going to make me cry too,” Jack said as he lifted his head and brushed my dark hair from my eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Now who’s the sissy?” I asked playfully. I wasn’t really sad. I was happy. I just wished things weren’t so fucking complicated.
“You’re the one that wants to fuck me in the ass,” Jack said.
“Oh my God, I never should have told you that,” I replied. Then I remembered all the stuff Jack had said. It was in the heat of the moment or was it? “Do you really want to do all that stuff you said?” I wondered. Jack laughed softly.
“Look, I got a bit weird after the thing with Butch but you know why. I know you love me. I love you too. When we first met, you didn’t want anything to do with me but you got over it. I was afraid you didn’t love me but I got over it. Honestly, I’m not worried about what’s proper and normal. If we get fucked up and have another threesome or you do some chick or you tie me up and put my cock in a cage, great. If not, that’s good too. It’s all good as long as I’m with you, doll,” he told me and kissed my forehead. I was smiling like a fool though my tears.
“Same here. I just want to be with you. But what if...,” I began to ask but Jack put a finger to my lips.
“Don’t say it. I’m not going to prison. We’ll figure this out, you and I,” he assured me. I smiled determined to stay positive and upbeat.
“OK, you’re right,” I replied. But I couldn’t resist playing with my old man. “We should get a strap on though. You’re going to need some practice being the girl...you know, just in case,” I added. Jack frowned as I giggled at my little joke. Suddenly, however, he rolled off of me, pulled me onto his knees, and slapped my ass hard enough to leave a mark.
“Ouch!” I complained.
“I don’t know about you, doll, but that kind of turns me on,” he said.
“What? Spanking me or getting fucked in the ass?” I teased. Jack got the devilish grin on his face that I liked so much.
“Yes,” was all he said and his hand met my soft behind again. Something told me we weren’t finished yet. It was going to be a long night.
>>O<<
We settled in over the rest of the week. I was a lawyer so I knew how long stuff like this could take to play out. The criminal justice system was a lot of things but quick and efficient weren’t among those. Vic was right. This could go on for years if it ever went to court. For a first time offense and no real criminal history, the District Attorney might offer a plea deal. Jack might never face prison time. On the other hand, they might try to make an example out of Jack and considering the way he looked and the way he lived, they could just assume he was a dirt bag and go for the kill, so to speak.
A downside to living life on your terms, I guess. I used to be so afraid of people judging me and my actions. I lived my life to please others and live up to their standards. It was a safe way to live but not very fulfilling. But living life the way you wanted meant people were going to make assumptions. Like you were a dirt bag because you rode a rat bike, dived in dumpsters to make money and lived in a trailer park. Or that you were a slut or
easy if you slept with bikers, went out to bars and got fucked up, had a streak of bright color in your otherwise dark hair and dressed a bit sexy.
If you could ignore those people, you were ahead of the game. It was a tough thing to do sometimes. Even Jack admitted that sometimes he felt the urge to conform. The pressure was constant. It was worth it, however, to live for yourself. Until, that is, something like this happened. Now what other people thought of you, like cops, judges and juries, mattered and their opinions might cost Jack his freedom.
In fact, that’s how I met Jack. He’d been picked up on a weapons charge. It was bullshit but the cop didn’t care. He saw Jack through his personal prism. Rusty old bike, leather and a gun, meant criminal to that officer so he took Jack in. I was tasked with defending the biker but I ended up in bed with him instead. Oh, I got him off alright but I got the charges dropped too.
The following Saturday after what was a roller coaster of a week, Jack and I both were ready for a ride. We met his club for breakfast on the Boulder Highway before we all headed down to Laughlin to spend the night, do some serious drinking, gambling and smoking. Technically, Jack had to stay on the Nevada side of the river. He was out on bail. Everyone had heard about Jack’s run in with the law and they all commiserated with my old man as we ate.
“I’ve been in the joint. It ain’t that bad,” Butch assured Jack.
“Butch, he’s not going to prison. Brandy will see to that. Besides, you slept it off in jail at Bike Week in Daytona until I bailed you out. You paid the fine and we went home. You’re not exactly an ex-con,” Ruth clarified.
“Hey, whatever. I said it wasn’t that bad,” Butch shot back. We all laughed. You’d think it would be weird hanging around with Butch after the night he and Jack shared me. What was weird is that it wasn’t weird. It happened and that was the end of it. Dexter and Peace wandered over from their table.
“Tough luck, man. Fucking oppressive government. You’re just another victim of the illegal war on drugs,” Dexter preached.
“Relax, baby. It’s Saturday. The government took the day off and so should you,” Peace offered. Dexter shrugged.
“Power to the people, dude!” Dexter exclaimed and held his fist out. Jack bumped his fist with his own.
“Thanks, Dex. Very comforting,” Jack replied. The young couple, hipsters both, went back to their table nearby as Doc and Linda turned around in their booth. Butch and Ruth sat across from us in the booth behind them. They parted so Jack and I could see Doc and Linda.
“You’ll beat the rap, Jack,” Linda assured him. She was a bit motherly. Doc was an actual doctor and neither of them seemed like your typical bikers but then again, this little gang wasn’t you’re typical motorcycle club either.
“If we can do anything to help, let us know,” Doc offered.
“Thanks, Doc,” I answered.
“Hey, are we out of here soon? I need to take a leak. Fucking coffee runs right through me. Enjoy your youth while you’ve got it. Pretty soon you’ll be peeing every half hour and taking half a dozen pills so you don’t die,” Doc explained. I laughed at his obvious light-hearted assessment of old age though he wasn’t that old. Linda pat her husband on the shoulder.
“As long as you keep taking the Viagra, honey,” she told him.
“Don’t get me started on that,” Doc said as he got up and headed towards the restrooms. Kat and Sarah sat across from them in the same booth.
“Keep your head up, Jack. You’ve got a good lawyer there,” Kat assured Jack.
“Thanks,” Jack replied. Kat and Sarah were easily the most eclectic couple in a collection of eclectic couples. Butch and Ruth were swingers. Dexter and Peace were young hipsters. Doc and Linda seemed normal enough except that fact they were bikers. Jack and I weren’t your typical couple either. But Kat and Sarah trumped us all.
Kat was a young, sexy Asian girl that preferred the company of other women. Sarah was a crossdressing vice-principal. The pair had hit it off but their relationship was strange. Kat was lesbian but Sarah was technically a man. However, Kat had taken on the role of mistress and Sarah was her submissive, a sissy as she put it. Her penis was kept in a cage and Sarah seemed to love it.
They fit in with the rest of us, however. None of us was normal by most people’s standards. We all lived on the fringes of society one way or another. Other than a love of motorcycles, that’s all we really had in common, the fact that none of us were common. But nobody in this little club minded that. In fact, we all embraced our alternative lives. Each of us paid a price for that but none of us minded paying that toll. It was worth it to live free like we did.
“We should hit the road before it gets too warm or before you guys make me cry,” Jack joked referring to all the well wishes. He slid out of the booth and then offered me his hand. I took it and he helped me to my feet. Butch and Ruth joined us.
“Let’s ride, brother!” Butch said and the two men locked hands. Fuck! They were both so sexy. Ruth must have been reading my mind.
“I could watch those two all day long,” she whispered in my ear. I knew what she meant. They were both tall, muscular and sexy.
“Down girl,” I replied. Ruth laughed softly as the boys walked towards the door. Everyone followed, Doc hurrying to catch up after his trip to the restroom. Moments later, we were donning helmets, climbing on bikes and making the ground shake and the air tremble. People turned as the bikes rumbled to life. Some were likely frightened by the big, bad bikers. Others, I was sure, envied us. It was fun being one of the cool kids.
Jack twirled his finger in the air to rally the troops as we pulled on to the highway and headed south. The others followed, five bikes rumbling through town towards a bit of adventure and away from our troubles. Everyone had troubles. That’s why we rode and why we partied, so those troubles wouldn’t dominate our thoughts and our lives. Jack and I had bigger troubles, however. I felt as if I had to savor this even more because it could all be taken away. I wasn’t the one that might end up in prison but I stood to lose everything I cared about.
The stark landscape and the straight highway, however, scrubbed all the worries away. I felt easy and free. I could tell Jack did too. I pressed close to him as we rode, the warm air refreshing as it rushed past. As Jack’s rusty rat bike tore up the miles, I began to forget all about prison and loss. I began to look forward to what I hoped would be a weekend for the history books. I was going to get fucked up and make love to my old man. I was going to eat and drink too much and my sides would hurt from laughing. I had to because there was no guarantee I’d ever get to do it again.
>>O<<
We checked in to the Aquarius Resort on the shores of the Colorado River. They had a pool, tennis courts and restaurants but most importantly, the resort had a huge casino and plenty of bars. We weren’t the only bikers there either. Laughlin was a bit of a party town with a laid back attitude. The Nevada side of the city offered just about everything Vegas did but it was less crowded and looser.
Bikers weren’t the only visitors. There were lots of RVers in addition to the visitors just looking for a cheaper and more relaxed experience. The place was a mix of locals, retirees and bikers along with a smattering of people escaping the Midwest where it was still cold and miserable. In southern Nevada, however, it was bikini weather and it wasn’t long before we found ourselves around the pool, drinking, joking and laughing.
I donned a bikini despite my curvy figure. Screw anyone that didn’t like it. Ruth, Kat, Peace and Linda did as well. Even Sarah was in a two piece bikini though the bottom had a little skirt to hide the bulge of her chastity device. But the boys, well let’s just say they weren’t exactly swimsuit models. Jack was in a sleeveless t-shirt, obnoxious board shorts and his leather boots. Butch didn’t bother with a t-shirt but he was dressed much the same. Dexter’s swimwear was the least offensive, tamer board shorts, but his thin body was as white as a sheet.
Doc, however, took the prize for worst dressed. I loved h
im but a 50-something beer belly and a tight Speedo thong should never meet. There was an audible groan when he took off his towel and bent over showing us his hairy ass. “Jesus! Doc, did we do something to piss you off?” Butch asked.
“What?” he asked turning to face us. Kat looked away. She wasn’t fond of men as it was.
“I’ve told him to stop wearing that. He didn’t look good in a thong when he was young,” Linda said by way of apology.
“Jealous! That’s what you all are, jealous,” Doc replied and pat his round belly. Another round of groans greeted that. Doc plopped on a lounge chair and grabbed a beer from the bucket of ice. “Ahh, the only thing that would make this better is being nude,” he announced.
“Is that a threat?” I asked and everyone laughed, even Doc.
“Good one, doll,” Jack told me.
“Don’t get cocky. You’re clown outfit isn’t much better. Boots at the pool? Really?” I shot back. Jack laughed softly but he did kick off his boots and even took off his socks. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of beer. It was all in fun. I suppose I wasn’t in jeopardy of being offered a spot on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue either. That wasn’t the point, however. This wasn’t about impressing anyone, it was about doing what made us happy. I’d learned to be proud of my body with Jack and Sarah’s help and I was damn well going to show it off.
Besides, if Sarah was brave enough to rock a two-piece so was I. It was a bit surprising how readily everyone accepted Sarah. She was pretty but there was little doubt she was a man to all but casual observers. Nobody seemed to mind. Our little club accepted her like they accepted me. Maybe we all felt a bit different. Maybe we all felt like we didn’t quite fit in. With each other, we could be who we really were without fear of being judged. So what if Sarah was a guy in a dress or Kat liked girls or Butch and Ruth were swingers? That wasn’t who they were. That stuff didn’t define them. They were really just nice people and good friends.
“It’s fucking hot out here,” Doc said. It was hot but it was nice. I might actually get some color and everyone looked better with a little color.
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