0 comments/ 55568 views/ 6 favorites Making of a Motorcycle Mama Ch. 01 By: jazm49 If you'd asked anyone in our small town what I was likely to become in life I'm sure they would have told you, "Oh, Susan's a quiet girl; she'll make someone a good wife and probably take over as church secretary after her mother retires." And before the events that changed my life occurred I don't know that I would have said anything different. But even then I was aware of a restlessness within myself that seemed to grow with every passing day, a hunger for something that couldn't be found within Grenville, Arkansas. Part of it, I knew, came from the natural changes in my body as I entered adulthood which fostered an intense curiousity about sex. I hadn't been a virgin for quite some time. And my boyfriend at that time, Bobby, and I got together as often as we could to explore the possibilities. Yet, although I enjoyed our sessions very much, a persistant inner voice whispered that there was more. But how or where to find it I had no idea. And then one June afternoon I was walking on the blacktop road between my house and my friend Patricia's. We lived about a mile apart in a wooded rockstrewn area just outside of Grenville. Behind me, in the distance, I heard the throbbing rumble of a big Harley approaching. I was involved in my own thoughts and didn't pay much attention. A few moments later it roared past me and I caught a glimpse of a large, heavily bearded, man in a leather jacket and cap. He noticed me too. About a quarter of a mile down the road he slowed and swept around in a half circle and headed back towards me, moving slower this time. I could see that his eyes were fixed on my chest so intently that I almost felt that he could see right through my plain white t-shirt. Seconds later I heard him sweep around once more and come up behind me. Now it was the shape and movement of my behind through my jeans that earned his scrutiny. He came up slowly until he was moving beside me. I kept walking, eyes straight ahead. Although there was a real edge of fear there was also a powerful stirring of excitement. "Lookin' good, Baby," he yelled over the noise. I didn't dare look at him. "You ever ride a bike like mine?" I shook my head. "You wanna go for a ride?" I felt myself flushing. After several long moments I shook my head again. I was quite certain that his motorcycle wasn't the only thing I was being asked to ride. He kept moving beside me, revving the engine now and then. I had the feeling he knew that he had me going. I could feel my legs turning to water, trembling, and my crotch swelling with heated arousal. He pulled ahead of me and stopped about ten feet away. As I approached he said, "Get on, Baby." I started to walk past. "Come on Honey, I won't hurt you. I promise." I stopped and stared at the ground, shaking. I was excited but frightened too. He was a big man and seemed beyond my control. Dangerous. But my inner voice was telling me that just maybe this was how I could find what I'd been missing. Still looking at the ground, not daring to meet his eyes, I turned and walked to the motorcycle. He scooted up a little on the seat and I put my leg over, bracing myself with one hand on the side of his large body. Sitting down I was acutely aware that my legs were spread open. My purse was hanging from my right shoulder; I caught it and placed it between my stomach and his back. "Hang on Baby," he said. Seconds later we were roaring down the road, the wind catching my hair. I could feel the seam of my jeans digging into my crotch as the vibration of the big machine stirred my desire. To maintain my balance I pressed my hands against the sides of his body. I'd noticed that he had a sizable belly so it surprised me to find that he actually felt solid and muscular. We were passing Patricia's house and I wondered if she was watching; I turned my head to look but all the windows I saw were empty. About thirty minutes later he veered off the blacktop onto a gravel lane with heavy woods on either side. It was my impression that he knew where he was going. In a minute the woods opened up on the left hand side and I was looking at a small pond surrounded by a grassy area. On the far side of the pond was a small barnlike building. He stopped the motorcycle and pushed the kickstand down with the heel of his heavy boot. "Time to get off," he said. A couple of seconds later he chuckled. "Are you ready to Get Off! Baby?" I climbed off the bike and stood beside it shaking, uncertain of which emotion I felt the most... fear or excitement. He swung his leg over the bike, walked a couple of paces, stopped, and then unzipped his pants. I was thinking he might want me to suck his cock right there in the open. From where I stood I could see the fat flaccid length appear in his hand. He looked at me, shook it, and grinned. "Gotta piss. You're welcome to watch if you want to." I was fascinated by the thick yellow stream that poured out of the big mushroom head and disappeared into the grass. "Ahhhhh!" he sighed. "Shit that feels good." When he finished he shook himself dry and returned his cock to his pants. "Now all's I need is to fuck some hot young pussy and I'll be set. Come on girl," he said, grinning. He turned and started walking around the pond to the small barn. After a long moment of hesitation I followed. He turned the corner and was lost from sight. My heart was pounding crazily as I reached the side of the building and stopped. I felt flushed and weak. One part of my mind was thinking that I should run into the woods and get away while I had the chance. Another part, the earthy woman, was remembering what that soft cock looked like and imagining how it would feel to take it in my mouth and make it grow hard. Moments later I found myself entering the barn's wide doorway to find the large bearded biker lying on a golden pile of straw about ten feet directly in front of my. He'd taken off his jacket and cap and was wearing a black Harley-Davidson t-shirt. His pants were around his knees and his cock was in his hand. It was bigger than before but still wasn't stiff. "Come here," he said. "Daddy's got a big ol' lollypop for you Honey." I walked towards him till I was standing near his feet. "Take your shirt off, Baby," he said, his voice low and rough. I could sense the lust rising in him like the heat off a fire and it touched something deep inside me, something hot and flowing, an answering need. I pulled the t-shirt over my head and showed him my body. "Oh yeah," he sighed. "Oh yeah, that's nice. That's really nice. But leave your bra on for now." As he looked at me he kept stroking himself. I was thrilled to see the effect the sight of my body had on him because he quickly grew hard. His cock was just a little longer than Bobby's but much thicker. "Now take off your jeans but leave your panties on," he said in a low voice. I went through the awkward process of untying each of my shoes while standing, slipping them off, and then pulling down my jeans. I felt very vulnerable knowing he was staring at my body, glimpsing the shadow of hair through my thin underwear. And yet, at the same time, being in this strange situation was powerfully stimulating. "Hmmm. You look good enough to eat," he said with a husky laugh, slowly stroking his cock. "Why don't you come over here so we can get better acquainted?" I knelt down between his thick hairy legs, staring at the fat cock in his hand; I could smell his strong odor, pungent with sweat. Under different circumstances I'm sure I would have been repulsed but now it added to my sense of sampling forbidden fruit. I bent down and took the large soft head in my mouth, tasting the last few traces of urine. It barely fit. He sighed loudly and leaned his head back, flexing his hips. He'd taken his hand away so I put both of mine around the shaft, amazed at the girth of it. One little hand didn't go all the way around. I couldn't get much of him in my mouth so I started licking up and down the length of it, cupping one hand under the heavy ball sack. It excited me tremendously to do this, to think of myself doing it. I wondered what Patricia, with whom I shared all my sexual secrets, would think if she could see me now. He suddenly reached out, took my shoulders in his large hands, and almost threw me on my back beside him. I looked down as his hands covered my titties, teasing the nipples. Then he bent over and fastened his mouth over my right breast, bra and all. With a glowing wave of warmth, as I ran my fingers through his long hair, I felt one of his hands move down my body, over my belly, and slip under the elastic band of my panties. One of his fingers slid down between the lips of my pussy and sank deep into the moist heat of my cunt. "Oh my," he said. "You're more than ready." He kept poking his finger inside me while rubbing around my clit with his thumb. It was driving me crazy. He laughed softly as I started bucking my hips against his hand. As if from a distance I heard someone moaning loudly and then realized it was me. I was so horny that if, at that moment, he'd asked me to fuck a doorknob or a bedpost I'd have done it without question. Instead he pushed himself into sitting position and, in one swift movement, jerked my panties off my ass and down my legs. Then he leaned back, holding his cock so that it stood straight up. "Climb on Sugar," he said. For a long moment all I could do was gaze at the thick pole and wonder if it would possibly fit inside my young pussy. "Come on girl!" I pulled my panties the rest of the way off and then clambered onto his body, feeling small against his bulk. Straddling his belly I raised myself up on my knees and positioned my pussy above the big knobby head. Fascinated, I watched myself as I settled down onto it, the glistening pink lips parting to take it in. I could feel the fullness of it filling me. I pressed down until about two inches were inside me and then raised up. The shaft glistened with my juice. "Oh shit yes! Goddamn that feels good," he groaned. I slid down again and took another inch or so. And up. And then, another inch. It was about two thirds in and I felt incredibly full. He reached up, unhooked my bra, and took a full bare tit in each hand, cupping them, fondling their soft weight, teasing the nipples. I raised up again and pressed down to receive another inch. He dropped his right hand from my breast and twiddled my clit with his thumb. With a moaning sigh I raised up just a little and sat down hard. The whole length disappeared inside me. He lifted his head and, to my surprise, started kissing my face, lips and neck while his hands caressed my body and clutched the cheeks of my ass. I felt his fingers investigating where the slippery lips of my pussy clung tightly to the base of his cock. After several long quiet minutes he pulled me against his chest and belly and struggled into sitting position. From there he moved onto his knees. He cradled me with his large hands as if I were a small child. "Now I'm gonna fuck you, Baby," he whispered in my ear, his beard tickling my cheek. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. When I get done with you all you'll want to do for the rest of your life is fuck. Every time you see me your cunt's going to ooze so much pussy cream it's going to run down your legs. You're gonna beg me to fuck you again like I'm gonna fuck you now." His words made me want to laugh, they were so absurd. But they excited me too because they stirred me to imagine what it would be like to be fucked so completely. He wrapped his hands around my slim waist and began to slide me up and down on his fat cock as if I were a toy. Each time I smacked down against his thighs I felt myself edge just that much closer to orgasm. "Oh yes. Oh God." I heard myself saying. My whole being was focused on the sensations in my clit and cunt. I thought of it as my cunt after hearing him use the word. I felt myself stretching wide each time he slammed me down. And then I was caught in the floodtide. Torrents of warm waves of pleasure washed through my body and I surrendered to the unrelenting flow. He began to make loud guttural grunts with each rapid stroke. "Huh! huh! huh! huh!" Faster and faster. My bottom made a pat-a-pat sound against his thighs. Then he gave a bellowing groan and shoved me down tight onto the hard root of his cock. I felt his muscles straining and then deep inside I sensed the first hot foamy pulse of jism. Another. And another. And then he fell back onto the pile of straw behind him, still holding me. With his cock dwindling inside me we both fell asleep. Sometime later, I have no idea how long, I awakened to find myself sprawled across his big belly and broad chest. Feeling chilly I shifted my weight. My movement woke him up. We cuddled for a minute or two and then he gently turned on his side, leaving me lying on my back in the straw, clambered up and started putting on his pants and jacket. As I stood up I could feel how sore and achy my crotch was; it was clear that I'd been well fucked. "By the way, my name is Doug," he said, now dressed. "I'm Susan," I said shaking his hand, holding my panties in the other. We both grinned at the lunacy of the moment. I put on my clothes wishing I had something to soak up the thick fluid still oozing from me. "Do you want to go with me or should I take you home," he asked. "There's nothing in Grenville I really need," I said. I thought briefly of Patricia but decided I could contact her if I wanted to. Later I thought of Bobby but by then he seemed like a figure from the distant past. Making of a Motorcycle Mama Ch. 02 We got back on the bike without exchanging another word. I had no idea where we were going next but I was willing to wait and see. I felt free and exquisitely alive. I sat as close to him as I could, pressing my pussy against the crack of his ass. Soon we were rumbling down Highway 65 headed for Little Rock. About halfway there he stopped at a restaurant and we both got something to eat. I could see people looking at us, obviously wondering what we were doing together, but no one said anything. He didn't even seem to notice the looks. He didn't talk much but every now and then he caught my eye and gave me a little smile. Late in the afternoon we thundered down the street in one of the poorer sections of Little Rock. He pulled up in front of a large rundown two-story house with a bunch of Harleys backed against the curb and parked in the driveway. After he'd lowered the kickstand we both got off. Without a word he walked to the house and through the front door; I followed behind. But several steps into the front hall I stopped, frozen. In the room through an archway to my left I saw one of the most amazing sights of my young life. A skinny naked man, with his back to me, was fucking a large woman doggy style on a mattress on the floor. It seemed as if every inch of her skin had some kind of tattoo on it. My heart started pounding like a trip hammer. A hot flush poured over my body. "Hi Honey," a female voice called out. I turned toward the source and found myself looking at another naked woman. She was leaning on cushions pushed against the wall with her legs spread open and the fingers of her right hand teasing her pussy as the man and woman fucked nearby. She tossed back her long blond hair and grinned at my discomfiture. In response to her greeting both the man and the woman turned their heads to look at me. The man had a moustache and goatee. "Hi there," they said, almost in unison. I felt like Alice in Wonderland; none of them seemed in the least bit embarrassed or surprised. But my legs were quite visibly trembling. I looked around for Doug and realized, with a terrible sinking feeling, that he'd disappeared and I had no idea where he'd gone. I felt a sudden urge to cry and was preparing myself to run out the door. The blond woman read the look of distress on my face, jumped to her feet, and within moments had her arm around my shoulders. "Oh Honey, you've never been to a place like this before, have you?" she said in a warm voice. "I should have known." I could smell the pungent scent of her pussy on her fingers. She led me back to the spot where she'd been sitting and guided me down to sit beside her. "My name's Deena," she said. "What's yours?" "Susan," I told her. "That's Big John and Ruthie," Deena said, gesturing towards the fucking couple. They both smiled and nodded in my direction. I hesitantly smiled back. I could now see the slick shaft of Big John's cock every time he withdrew from Ruthie's cunt. I tried not to stare but I couldn't help myself; the sight fascinated me. I could see where Big John got his nickname. And Ruthie moved in waves of multicolored flesh. Her swaying breasts, also tattooed, were huge with large brown areolas and thick nipples. "Pretty hot, huh?" Deena said, noticing my intense gaze. I felt a blush flow across my face as I turned to look at her. I saw that her hand was back to her pussy while the other fondled one of her breasts. "It's okay Honey. Ruthie and Big John don't mind, believe me. If you're gonna be staying you'll see wilder stuff than this. And doing it, if you want to." My tongue passed over my upper lip involuntarily. Deena chuckled softly when she saw my impulsive sign of desire. "You like to fuck, don't you?" I stiffened, embarrassed, and then slowly nodded, not daring to look her in the eye. "Well, this is the place for it," she said. A moment later, as if on cue, a short naked man with a big belly appeared in the hallway. He seemed to be headed for the foot of the stairs until Deena spoke to him; at the sound of her voice he turned and entered the room, walking up to the two of us. "Bob, this is Susan," Deena said, introducing us. "She just came in with Doug." Then, as Bob and I acknowledged each other, she rose up on her knees and took his soft cock in her mouth. "Oh God Deena!" Bob sighed. I felt my cunt tingle with stirrings of lust. It seemed to take only a few seconds before Bob's cock had become semi-erect. "Now it's your turn Honey," Deena said, turning to look at me. I took a deep breath and struggled to my knees. A moment later I was sucking the head of Bob's cock into my mouth. The second man's cock I'd had in my mouth in one day. As I slid my lips down the shaft I felt hands tugging at my jeans; I knew they must be Deena's. For an instant I considered protesting but then the wild woman came alive in me once more. My jeans were pulled down around my knees. A moment later my panties joined them and Deena's soft hand was caressing my ass, her fingers teasing my pussy lips with feathery touches. Bob caught hold of my t-shirt, withdrawing his cock from my mouth, and pulled my shirt over my head. "Take your bra off, Honey," Deena said softly. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I fumbled with the clasp. And then my boobs were both out in plain sight. Almost instantly Bob and Deena had fastened their mouths over each of my nipples. The feeling was indescribable, to have two pairs of sucking lips and two warm tongues flickering against my hard little nips was a thing I'd never imagined. Caught up in the sensations I reached out and began caressing both Bob and Deena at once, stroking their backs and shoulders and running my fingers through their hair. I felt an amazing sense of power. I closed my eyes. Someone's fingers started to gently probe into my pussy. I didn't know if they were Bob's or Deena's and I didn't really care. I just knew they felt good and added another dimension to the pleasure I was feeling already. The mouth on my right breast withdrew and I felt cool air slide across my wet nipple. "Ooh, you're nice and gooey, girl," I heard Deena say. "You and Doug must have fucked before you got here." Then her warm mouth settled back over my tit. Another hand, I was sure it was Bob's, began stroking my lower back and the cheeks of my ass. Deena's thumb wormed its way up the groove of my inner lips until it was pressing at the base of my clit. And then, as her fingers slid into my cunt her thumb firmly hit the same spot. Again and again. I opened my eyes and looked over at Big John and Ruthie. Ruthie's head, facing away from me, was cradled in her arms and her boobs were pressed against the mattress while her big bottom was raised in the air. The pace of their fucking had picked up. Big John had taken a firm hold on the folds of fat just below her waist and was simultaneously thrusting and pulling her to him in such a way that their bodies met in heavy smacking jolts that made her colorful flesh ripple in quivering waves. Each time he thrust into her she'd let loose a deep guttural grunt of pleasure. Big John was looking at me with a fixed look of lust in his eyes. It dawned on me that he was very probably imagining that he was fucking me. I felt a hot tingling rush in my belly. I dropped my eyes to take in the sight of his slick cock sliding powerfully in and out of Ruthie's cunt and then, almost superimposed on this image, I saw, in my mind, the image of Doug's big cock sinking into my pussy with such vividness that I relived the sensations I'd experienced earlier in the day. The first sweet waves of orgasm flowed through my body. Deena seemed to grasp instinctively what was happening inside me and, almost at once, began to finger fuck me furiously. "Oh yes, little Baby; come for me, Baby; oh yeah, that's right; that's right, little girl; oh yeah!" I heard Deena chanting. I felt as if I'd been swallowed up by the hot mouth of sweet oblivion and shook and trembled with one powerful orgasm and then another. As she felt the peak of my pleasure subside Deena moved her fingers more and more slowly until, at last, she gently withdrew them altogether. I sank back weakly onto my heels. Both Bob and Deena continued to stroke and caress my bare skin. I looked over at Big John and Ruthie and saw that Ruthie had fallen, spread eagle, on her stomach, with John on her back. His softening cock had come out of her and a narrow white river of semen flowed down the channel of her pussy lips. John was running his fingers through her hair and seemed to be whispering in her ear. After a couple minutes of tender attention Deena gently took my hand and drew me to the corner where she'd been when I'd entered the room. Still clasping my hand she awkwardly sat down, leaned back on the cushions, and opened her legs wide. I was looking into her eyes and knew instantly what she was asking for. It was something that had occasionally flashed through my mind when I was "tickling" myself, as I called it, and happened to think of Patricia but I'd never really contemplated actually doing it. Our eyes remained locked. And then I looked down. Her pussy was covered with a soft mound of wheat-colored fuzz; down the middle ran a bright pink crevice. As I gazed at it I made out the folds of the inner lips, the mouth of her cunt, and the button of her clit. "Do you think it's ugly?" She asked. Something in her voice made me understand that she wouldn't mind if I said yes. But I didn't think that at all. It was just that I'd never seen a woman's pussy before, not like this, only my own in a hand mirror, and I was a bit awestruck with an almost spiritual feeling of deep, relaxed, tenderness. The voice of the wild woman was singing in my heart. Slowly I bent over, extending the tip of my tongue, and touched her clitoris. "Oh yes!" She sighed. I began to explore the soft contours of her vulva with my tongue. I knew immediately that this was something I liked. I liked the taste of her. I liked the texture of her dewy inner flesh. I liked the smell. I liked sensing the pleasure my tongue gave her, vibrating through the substance of her body. I liked hearing her sighs and soft whispers. I knew this was something I'd want to do again. And again. And again. I felt Bob moving up behind me and then his hands cupping the globes of my ass, spreading the cheeks. Suddenly I felt this hot tongue probing into my own cunt. Once more I felt the complex of sensations created by doing and being done at the same time, in ways that are impossible with just one partner. Sliding my hands under Deena's bottom and spreading her wide open with my thumbs I began playing a game of doing to her what Bob was doing to me. Something about this excited me tremendously. It was as if he were doing her through me; I had this picture in my head of his tongue being three feet long and going into my pussy and all the way through my body till it slid out my mouth and into Deena. The thought made me giggle. I could feel Deena eyeing me questioningly. I looked up from tonguing her clit and shook my head, trying to convey the idea that the reason for my amusement was too complicated to explain. She smiled faintly, shrugged, and lay back, closing her eyes. Things were changing behind me. Bob had stopped licking my pussy and was now shifting position. Then his hand pressed down on my tail as, almost at the same time, I felt the blind probing head of his cock searching for the mouth of my welcoming cunt. He found it with a slow sensual insertion, holding its length inside me once he'd gone as deep as he could go. I could actually feel his nuts bouncing softly against the tops of my thighs. I had the curious feeling he was bigger in my cunt than he'd been in my mouth. I wasn't complaining. He then gripped my hips and began thrusting into me with long powerful strokes. Each time his hips hit my ass my nose was bumped into Deena's pussy. In a detached place in my mind I was marveling at the sudden turn my life had taken. Six hours earlier I had been a girl with a strong interest in sex but with little real experience. My boyfriend, who I'd been seeing for almost two years, and I had been fucking for awhile now but we were only able to do it once in a while when we could elude our parents. My mama was a deeply religious person and, although she never said so in so many words, gave the impression that she had a very low opinion of sex. After I turned thirteen she'd watched me like a hawk. But somehow her views had never really affected me. I'd begun "tickling" myself when I was twelve and had never believed that there could be anything wrong with the pleasure it gave me. Fortunately I never got caught. And then when Bobby, my boyfriend, and I started playing around it was the same pleasure except I had a boy with a hard cock to investigate as well as my own body. Now, suspended between a woman's lubricious wide open pussy and the sustained strokes of a man's thick rigid cock, knowing that there were other people in the room, people who might be watching me get fucked as I tongued Deena's nubbin of clit, I felt free in a way I never had before in my life. Bizarre as it probably would seem to almost anyone I knew, certainly my mama, I felt I belonged here. Deena caught the back of my head with her fingers and pressed my mouth against her pussy, arching her hips to create the fullest possible contact. Finding it a little hard to breathe I shook my head from side to side, running my tongue over the slippery surface. "Oh, Oh, Oh," she yodeled in high orgasmic cries. Deena's sounds spurred the man behind me and the rapid strokes agitated the over stimulated inner walls of my cunt with rich sensations. Suddenly, for the eighth or ninth time that day, I'd lost track, the warm powerful waves of climax swept through my body, releasing my own cries of pleasure. Moments after I came I felt the big cock twitching inside me and heard the man's heavy groan. For several long seconds we were all still and then the cock withdrew. I laid down on my side, resting my head on Deena's thigh. Looking across the room I saw Ruthie sucking on Bob's soft cock. I did a double take and then turned my head to find Big John sitting behind me, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. No wonder the cock in my cunt felt different. Deena's hand began to gently stroke my hair and face. "Well, what do you think Susan?" She asked. I turned my head to look at her, conscious of the pungent pussy so close to my nose. "I like it here. I can hardly believe it but I do." Big John's hand slid over my thigh and caressed the cheeks of my ass. "You're one hot young lady," he said softly. Warmed by his acceptance I lazily opened my legs as far as they'd go and showed him everything I had. He chuckled and ran the tips of his fingers through my pubic fleece in more of a friendly way than a sexual one. The wild woman had found a home. Making of a Motorcycle Mama Ch. 03 I slept with Deena that night. We were both too satiated to do anything more but in the morning I awoke to feel her cuddling against me, nuzzling my neck, and lightly touching my belly. I turned my head and for the first time in my life I kissed a woman on the lips. Somehow that seemed stranger than anything I'd done the day before. Deena's tongue moved tentatively into my mouth and I met it with my own. A minute later we pulled apart. The moon was one of languorous sensuality rather than sexual need. "I have to go home and get some things," I said hesitantly after a few minutes of silence. Deena caught the drift of my thoughts immediately. "You're free to do what you like, Honey," she said. "You're free to go and you're welcome to live here. We'd love to have you." After a momentary pause she chuckled softly. "Again and again." "But I ahh... I don't have any money," I said with some embarrassment. I wasn't exactly expecting to end up here like this." "Don't worry Susan," Deena said, kissing my cheek. "I'll lend you bus fare." "And there's something else..." She looked at me expectantly. "I have a friend. She might want to come back with me." "The more the merrier," Deena replied, slipping her hand between my legs with clear desire. Later that afternoon I was looking out of the window of a Greyhound bus as it pulled into my hometown. I felt as if I'd been gone for a couple of months rather than just overnight. So much had changed. The first thing I did after getting off the bus was walk down to the cafe where Patricia worked as a waitress. "Where have you been!" She said as I walked in the door. "Your mom's been calling everyone, trying to find you." "I'll tell you about it when you get off. But I need to borrow your car." Since I knew that my parents wouldn't be home, my dad worked at the chicken processing plant and Mama would be fulfilling her secretarial duties at the church, I drove out to pick up my clothes and a few other personal items. I spent almost an hour trying to decide how to word a short note. I didn't want to hurt or worry my mom but I knew that no matter what I said she would be both. Finally I said, basically, that I was okay, I was doing something I felt I had to do, and that I loved them. When I got back to town I parked Patricia's car on a side street and thought about what I should do about Bobby. I liked him and cared about him but after the events of the past 24 hours I knew that I wanted more from life than he was capable of giving me. At last I wrote him a short letter that said more or less the same thing as what I'd told my mom and dad. At seven I picked Patricia up at the cafe and drove to her little apartment in a house her dad owned. She started to question me the minute she got into the car but, now the moment of actually describing what I'd done had arrived, I got cold feet. We knew each other very well, had been friends since second grade, so she knew better than to push. Once we were in her apartment she fixed me a sandwich and a bowl of soup, opened a bottle of jug wine that an older friend of ours bought her from time to time, and poured each of us a large glass. While I ate at the coffee table in her living room she went into her tiny bedroom, leaving the door open, and changed out of her waitressing outfit into a fluffy pink bathrobe. As I watched her undressing I found myself looking at her with new eyes. A large woman, she was not really fat but tall, well padded, big breasted, with a full rear end. But her frame was such that she carried her weight easily. Her face wasn't pretty in a conventional way but the intelligent awareness and saucy glimmer in her eyes made her attractive. I knew she'd never lacked boyfriends. I gazed shyly at her large swinging breasts with their pink areolas as big as mason jar lids and thick nipples, wondering how they would feel in my hands. What it would be like to suck and lick them. I felt myself becoming aroused and shifted my attention to my food. In our early teens, when the mysteries of sex were new, we'd indulged in occasional explorations, looking at each other's pussies with their fresh crops of fuzz and inspecting our own with hand mirrors, showing off our breasts (Patricia having lots more to show much sooner than I did). Later, when we each had found acceptable male partners, we shared our experiences. We knew our sexual appetites and curiosity were equally strong. "You'll never believe what I've been doing," I said when she came out to sit in the armchair across the table from me. And then, my tongue loosened by the wine, I started to tell her. As I described my encounter with Doug she began to fidget a little, moving her bottom, her eyes wide. "Holy shit," she said. "Your mother would die if she knew." "I'm just getting started," I laughed and launched into an account of the scene with Deena, Big John, Ruthie and Bob. Patricia shook her head incredulously. We were both obviously becoming very turned on. She unobtrusively slipped her hand between the folds of her bathrobe. This had never happened before. Our previous sharings had always been on the level of curiosity and a shallow titillation. Some of the things she told me had, it's true, fueled my private fantasies and I suspected that things I'd revealed had done the same for her but neither of us had said this was the case. Or acted on our feelings in front of the other. But the intensity of my experiences put things on a new footing. "Telling you about this is making me terribly horny," I said, breaking off at the point where I'd taken Bob's cock in my mouth. Without another word I stood up and shucked my jeans and panties down to my ankles. Sitting down again I spread my legs and found my clit with my fingers. Patricia gave a self-conscious little laugh, acknowledging her own state of arousal and, with just a moments hesitation, opened her robe, threw her right leg over the arm of the chair, and started fingering her own pussy. Our eyes locked and the understanding that we were entering unexplored, but exciting, new territory flashed between us. I continued with my story. As I recounted how I'd gone down on Deena while also being fucked from behind by Big John I saw Patricia shudder and close her eyes, moaning softly. I broke off and quickly brought myself to orgasm as well, staring at her open legs and glistening fingers. We lay back without speaking for several long minutes and then I kicked off my shoes, jeans, and panties. Standing up, naked from the waist down, I gathered our glasses and walked to the refrigerator to refill them. The image of her there, legs wide open and her pussy wet with girl nectar, reverberated through my mind. She watched me as I walked back and placed her glass on the little table beside her. She reached out and touched my wrist. Suddenly I was on my knees pressing my nose and mouth into her cunt, breathing in her sweet musk, and tasting her. "Oh God yes, Suzie. Oh God yes!" Her head was thrown back. "Do me like you did Deena. That made me so fucking hot!" Her hips jerked spasmodically as I sucked her clit and crammed two fingers inside her. "I'm gonna cum again Suz. I'm gonna cum again." And off she went, moaning and shaking. I laid my cheek on her belly, feeling it quiver. Her fingers ran through my hair expressing her gratitude. And then it was my turn. She, like me, seemed to take to pleasuring another woman as if it were the most natural thing in the world. At first it was a little strange to see my best friend's face between my legs avidly licking my pink labia but that sense of strangeness lasted only a moment. Soon the familiar waves of pleasure were sweeping me to a deep release. After I was still she pulled her robe around her, tied the belt, and stood up. Bending over she kissed me on the lips. I could taste myself and I figured she could taste herself as well. "Holy shit!" She said, sitting down once again in the chair. We looked at each other, grinning. "Holy shit!" She said again. "I have to admit that I've fantasized about doing that every once in a while but I never... I mean never... thought it would ever really happen." "Me too, Trish," I said. "It was never like a big thing but I did think about it." We gazed at each other in silence. "But I think I'm hooked now," I added. "I hope so," she laughed. "That felt so fucking good." I then told her about what Deena had said about her being welcome at the house in Little Rock. She looked pensive for a moment. I knew she was thinking about her life in Grenville and making an inventory of the pluses and minuses. "Let's do it," she said at last. "Fuck yeah, there's nothing really holding me here." That night we slept together in her bed, our naked bodies pressed close. Making of a Motorcycle Mama Ch. 04 Early the next morning we packed our things into her car and headed for Little Rock. The closer we got to the city the more uneasy we became. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea," Patricia said. I wasn't about to admit that I too was feeling some qualms. "Let's just stop by so you can meet them. We can decide later if we want to stay or not." "Okay, I guess." Patricia said. We parked across the street from the house. There were only two bikes in the driveway. After taking a couple of deep breaths we got out of the car and walked to the front door. I rang the doorbell. A couple of minutes later Ruthie opened the door wearing a large t-shirt and shorts. "Hey Susan," she said. "Come in." I introduced her to Patricia. "Deena and I are working downstairs," Ruthie said. "Follow me." I glanced into the living room as we walked past; it was empty. I looked back at Patricia and she gave me a nervous smile. We descended a flight of stairs and found ourselves in a large well lighted room with three computer workstations against the wall to our left and shelves of merchandise, mostly video tapes and DVDs, against the one to our right. Deena was sitting at the farthest computer in an outfit much like Ruthie's. "Susan!" She said. "You made it back." It was obvious she hadn't been at all sure I'd return. "And this must be your friend Trish." I introduced them. Ruthie sat down at the computer nearest the stairs. "What is all this stuff?" Patricia said. "This is how we pay the bills," Deena said. "We sell stuff over the Internet." "What kind of stuff?" I said. Deena grinned. She knew we'd already seen some of the packaging. "Well, we sell some Harley paraphernalia but mostly we sell fuck flicks. We specialize in biker orgies and make them ourselves. You can be porn stars if you want." "I don't think I'm ready for that," Patricia said. I didn't say so out loud but I found the idea intriguing. "We also have lots of computer and shipping work that needs to be done," Deena said. "Everyone in the household has to help out one way or another." "We haven't decided if we're going to stay," I said. "I like it so far," Patricia said. "I just don't know about being in a video." "That's entirely up to you," Deena said. "Maybe you'd like to run one of the cameras?" An intent expression flashed across Patricia's face. "Wow," she said. "I could get into that." Patricia and I looked at each other. "What do you think?" I said. "It wouldn't hurt to see how things go for a couple of days," Patricia said. "You might even decide you like it," Ruthie said from across the room. "Well, if you're going to stay awhile," Deena said, "you can get started learning the operation." We spent the rest of the afternoon filling orders and packaging them for shipping while Deena and Ruthie worked on the computers. Around four a young couple came down the stairs; Deena introduced them as Beth and Andy. There was a short discussion about who was going to be around for supper and what food was on hand and then Beth and Andy went back upstairs to begin the preparations. A little after five we heard the thud of several pairs of heavy boots on the floor above us and Deena and Ruthie began shutting down their machines. A couple of minutes later we were all heading upstairs. The first person I saw was Doug. "Hey!" He said. "How're you doin' Sugar?" A moment later I was caught up in a smothering hug with his big belly pressed against my ribs. After he let me go I introduced him to Patricia. He gave her much the same greeting he'd given me. A moment later they were kissing and Doug's big hands were grasping both of her ass cheeks. "I think they like each other," Bob said as he hugged me. Then Big John took his turn hugging me. Supper was a raucous affair with Doug, Bob, and Big John reporting their various adventures on the streets of Little Rock and Deena and Ruthie giving us an account of what was happening in the business. Every now and then Andy and Beth would chime in with a comment but Trish and I only spoke when spoken to. As the meal wound down Deena started a discussion about the necessity to create some new product. "Beth is interested in being in videos," Deena said. Beth blushed when everyone turned to look at her. "And Patricia might want to learn to run a camera. I don't know about Susan." It was my turn to blush when everyone's attention was focused on me. "I might be willing to do a video," I said. "Maybe I could try it, just to see?" "Sure," Doug said. "You'll be great in a video," Ruthie said. "You will too, Beth." The conversation then turned to the logistics of setting up a time to film. After a rather technical consultation about the problems involved it was decided to start production in two weeks. Once this agreement was reached the meeting broke up. The guys moved into the living room and the women cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher. Because there were five of us it was soon done and we joined the guys who'd started watching an action movie on TV. Doug gave Patricia a pointed look and patted the empty place beside him on the couch. Bob was sitting at the other end. She joined them without hesitation. Beth and Deena sat on either side of Andy. I ended up with Big John and Ruthie. For awhile we watched the movie in silence. Then I became aware of movement across the room. Doug and Bob were closing in on Patricia and she didn't appear to be fighting them off. First Doug put his arm around her shoulders as Bob put his hand on her thigh. Then they were touching her breasts through her t-shirt. I looked around the room and realized that everyone else was watching too. The movie had been forgotten. Deena and Beth had their hands on Andy's knees. Glancing down I saw Ruthie rubbing Big John's cock through his jeans. Patricia sighed. Glancing over I saw that they'd pulled up her shirt and each of them was sucking on one of her nipples. She was staring at me, her eyes open wide. She mouthed the word, "wow". And grinned. Things developed pretty fast from there. Deena and Beth freed Andy's cock from his pants and began taking turns sucking him. Andy was leaning back with his eyes closed. Beside me Ruthie had done the same with Big John who slid his hand under my shirt and began playing with my breasts through my bra. A moment later he was kissing me. Someone turned off the TV. The sudden silence was punctuated by soft feminine sighs and moans and the lubricious noises of cocks and nipples being sucked as well as an occasional masculine grunt or groan for counterpoint. I heard whispering and broke off the kiss just long enough to see Patricia, who was already topless, stand up to push her jeans and panties down her legs. Bob reached up and stroked her bare bottom. I turned back to John with the memory of those images sending hot flares of arousal through my belly. "Let's get naked," Deena said. "Everybody's overdressed except Trish." This suggestion was met with general approval and soon we were all busily discarding our clothes. I sent a number of covert glances darting around the room delighting in the sight of so many naked bodies. All the men were hard at this point. I was especially interested in Beth and Andy since I'd seen all the others before. Beth was petite with a hint of plumpness and breasts just a little larger than mine. Her nipples, however, were thick and stuck out a good half an inch. I couldn't wait to feel them between my lips and against my tongue. As she turned I saw that she had a wing like design tattooed above her ample buttocks. Andy was slim and practically hairless. In fact his pubic area was completely shaved. He did have hair in his armpits. He had a nice average sized cock. "Hmmmm," I heard Patricia moan. Turning I saw her straddling Doug on the couch; even as I watched his thick cock disappeared between the lips of her pussy. Bob had seated himself on the back of the couch and she'd taken his cock in her mouth. Big John's fingers found my pussy. I looked down to see that Ruthie, kneeling on the floor between his spread legs, was sucking his cock. Once again I was amazed by the colorful tapestry of her tattooed skin. "Ahhh," I said as John's fingers probed into me. I heard sounds of pleasure to my right and glanced over to see Beth on her back in the armchair with her legs spread wide. Deena was on her hands and knees happily licking Beth's open pussy while Andy fucked her from behind. "Ride me honey," John said. "The other way," Ruthie said as I started to climb on John with my butt towards her. It took me a second to understand. And then I turned around so I was facing her. It was wonderful to feel Big John's cock enter me. But I can't describe the sensation of feeling Ruthie's lips and tongue on my clit at the same time. And to be able to look around and see so many naked people fucking and sucking was too much. I came hard. More than once. And it just made me hornier. My eyes were closed, my attention focused on feeling John's cock inside me and Ruthie's busy tongue, when I heard Ruthie moan. I opened my eyes to the sight of Patricia kneeling in front of me with the fingers of her right hand buried in Ruthie's cunt. Her face was flushed pink with arousal. "I want to try that big fucking cock," she said. She seemed a little unhinged. "God, I can't believe this." She was watching Andy, Deena, and Beth. I rose up, feeling John's cock slip out of me. Almost before I was out of the way Patricia was moving in to take my place. "Oh shit!" She said as she settled down on him. "Oh God, I feel so full." Then she closed her eyes, grasped John's knees, and began pounding up and down. Her large breasts flopping rhythmically. As I watched I ran my hands over Ruthie's huge tattooed body. Finding her cunt with my fingers I marveled at the lush moisture. Ruthie was now sucking on John's balls. Someone pulled my hand away and I turned to find Doug on his knees preparing to enter Ruthie from behind. I grabbed the thick shaft of his cock and guided him in. He leaned towards me and our lips came together in a passionate kiss. I felt his fingers slide up my thigh and worm their way into my cunt. I pulled away from his kiss and focused on the sensations rising from my belly. Behind me I heard the now familiar sounds Patricia makes as she climaxes. I quickly joined her with one of my own. Hearing us seemed to set everyone off. Deena was next with her soft intense sighs. Then John was firing his wad with a deep grunt. Andy moaned with obvious pleasure. Beth tried to scream but her mouth was full of Bob's cock so it came out oddly distorted. "Oh, oh shit," Ruthie groaned with her head shoved into John's crotch. Patricia was leaning over, her tits squashed against Ruthie's back and her right hand on my bottom. Doug was the last one to go with a sudden pounding frenzy against Ruthie's ass followed by a throaty snarling roar. If Bob came he was quiet about it. "Whoa," Patricia said after several minutes of silence. "I can't believe I actually did that." "Too bad we didn't have the video camera going," Doug said. "Sugar, you looked hot riding Big John's dick." "Hold on, I don't think I'm ready for that yet," Patricia said. "But I do like the idea of running a camera. It was so cool being able to watch." "The job is yours then," Deena said. We reassembled ourselves on the couches. I ended up between Patricia and Deena; I loved feeling their bodies pressed close to mine, our hands clasped. Bob started the movie again and we all looked on in a glowing stupor. When the movie finished we said goodnight to everyone and Deena showed us where we'd be sleeping. Our goodnight kisses turned into a three-way snuggle fest until Deena managed to break away, closing the door behind her. "Wow," Patricia said as we climbed under the covers. "What a day." "I take it you'd like to stay," I said. "Whatever makes you think that," Patricia said. I laughed. The silence went on for so long that I'd thought she'd fallen asleep. "Damn that man's got a big cock," she said, tearing me out of a doze. "I'm sore." "Hmmmm," I said. And that was how our first day in Little Rock ended.