13 comments/ 12898 views/ 3 favorites Live to Ride Ch. 01 By: Carnage5413 This is my first submission so please rate and leave my constructive comments. I apologize for any mistakes that may be contained in my work. Big thanks go out to my editor HMEdits as he helped this story realize its full potential Chapter 1 Return of the Prodigal Son As I ride along into the Northern California sunset my cut hugs my body as my shovelhead rumbles beneath me. I am headed home after my recent walkabout for the past half year, after the trying times that occurred in my life starting on that fateful day that would change life as I knew it. I am the Sergeant at Arms of the Section 8 Motorcycle Club. Section 8 was started by my old man and some like minded friends after returning from Vietnam and not finding a place to fit in. With their skills they acquired in the military they proceeded to become the most feared and respected Motorcycle Clubs in the country, and eventually through out most of the world. Now, there are many so-called 1%er Motorcycle Clubs through out the United States and the rest of the world, but we are the elite of that 1%. We are the guys to see no matter your needs: guns, drugs, protection, pleasurable company, or anything else you could desire. Now, you may wonder why I have been on my walkabout over the past half year, and the short version is my old lady, mother and brother were all murdered that fateful day almost seven months ago. Though details have been exceedingly scarce, even with our extensive connections, I have no doubt we will eventually find out who was behind this atrocity and justice will be swift and ruthless. My shovelhead roars across the pavement headed for home to get ready for the inevitable bash that will mark my homecoming. A hot shower is the first order of business, so I crank the throttle and head for home. As I pull into the driveway, I notice lights on in the house. This raises my suspicions as I know my house has been closed up for months after the renovations. So as I shut down the shovelhead I pull out my snub nose .45 and proceed into the house. On the kitchen table I spot a note, and it reads: Son, Welcome back, little gift is waiting upstairs in the bedroom. Just don't take too long, everyone is waiting to see you at the Clubhouse. Signed, Your Old Man S3kshun 3ight Now, you may ask why the weird spelling on the Section 8 under his name. Well, that is a code we put on letters and such to authenticate who they are from. So I tuck my snub nose back into my cut, but it's still not that far out of reach, you never can be too safe in our lifestyle. As I walk into my master bedroom, I see one of the most beautiful blondes I have ever laid my eyes on stretched across my king size bed. "So you must be the Sarge, I'm under orders to be the first to welcome you home." Her voice was dripping with lust as she spoke and I could already smell her intoxicating perfume as it permeated the room. "Yeah, I'm the Sarge, and who might you be, beautiful?" I said as I am already starting to get aroused by this beautiful creature. "Well, my name is Amanda and I am here to see to your every pleasure and desire." She stated as she proceeded to move from the bed towards me. Man, this woman is gorgeous, she stands around 5' 9" in her heels and she's dressed in only panties and a bra that is struggling to hold back her impressive rack. As my eyes continue to move across her physique, I see her stomach is toned, just a hint of the muscles flexing under the skin. My eyes continue their voyage south down her firm and toned legs, which end with a pair of sexy 3" heels. "See anything you like?" she asks, although my arousal is evident with my erection struggling to get out of my faded jeans. "Why don't you get comfy on the bed and we'll see about fixing that impressive tent in your jeans" she says, her voice dripping with even more lust as she has obviously spotted my 9 ½ inch erection and judging by the look on her face she seems quite pleased. So I take off my cut and hang it on the chair by the door and take my snub nose out and set it on the night stand. I then sit on the edge of the bed, she proceeds to kneel down and remove my boots and I am certainly enjoying the view as I can see her boobs are ready to pop out of that bra at any second. She then works upward pulling my long sleeve shirt off, she seems further pleased at the sight of my six-pack and my toned physique. She then proceeds to start a heavy make out session, first shoving her hungry tongue down my throat, and working her way to nibbling my neck and down my chest towards her ultimate goal. As she makes the slow torturous journey over my chest and abs her hands begin to unbuckle my belt, then my pants. She then kneels down and marvels at the tent I am now making in my boxers, she doesn't say anything, but the satisfied smirk is enough said. "Scared Amanda? Don't worry it doesn't bite" I say trying to get her out of the gawking session she is having with my erection. "No not scarred, just a little awestruck is all" she says as she slowly starts to pull down my boxers. Man, this woman likes to torture a man, I think to myself. As my erection comes into view she stares again, with a dick like mine you get used to this kind of gawking, at least it's better than when I was younger and girls would get scarred and run when they saw my dick for the first time. Finally my clothes are removed and she starts to suck my dick, and oh man this woman is fantastic. Slowly she begins to work my length with her hands, making sure no part of my erection goes unattended. Man she's playing me like an instrument hitting all the right notes in her journey down my sizable erection. Satisfied groans are coming from her throat and soon I discover why, her right hand is buried in her panties. "Hey, I can help you with that you know" I say through the groans coming out of my mouth. Amanda smiles around my erection, as she comes up she says, "How about I get a little more comfortable first?" She stands up and starts to sway to some unheard music. Now dancing at the end of the bed she slowly slides her hands all over her body, turning about as she starts a very sensual striptease. She turns her back to me while continuing to dance about the room, man I can not get over the physical perfection of this woman before me. Her hands come around her body sliding sensually up her flanks from her hips, rising to the back of her bra slowly undoing the clasp that is still miraculously holding that bra together. Her bra comes undone as she moves her arms to let the garment fall from her body, all the while slowly turning back towards me. As she turns I get my first look at the impressive rack sitting on her chest. They're round and firm with just a slight hint of sag to them proving they are indeed natural. She continues to dance to the unheard music, as she shimmies about she begins to remove the thong decorating her lower half. After she removes it and throws it towards me as well, I can smell her arousal evident by the wet spot the fabric. "There, that's much better" she says while removing her heels. "Now where were we?" she questions crawling sexily back into the bed. She crawls right up and squats over my cock, and slowly she begins to lower herself down my length. Her moans are frequent and loud, "Jesus that thing is huge" she says with lust dripping through her voice. She begins to squeal as she nears the bottom of my cock, she just had her first orgasm of the night. As she bottoms out on my cock, she pants "Holy Shit! That's a big cock" all the while gasping for air. I proceed to wrap my arms around her to roll her over and kick up the action a notch or two. Now with Amanda's amazing body underneath me I proceed to fuck the shit out of her and grant her apparent wish of not being able to walk straight tomorrow. She is moaning and groaning unintelligibly in my ear, so apparently I am doing something right. After bringing her to a few more orgasms (I wasn't especially counting, I was a little busy enjoying that wonderful body of hers) I am rapidly approaching an orgasm of my own, "You ready for that cum baby? Where do you want it?" I ask huskily in her ear. "In my pussy, give me that cum, please?" she begs as she begins to shake again beginning her last orgasm of this session. I roar out my climax, stars shoot behind my eyes and it feels as if the top of my head went through the ceiling. Amanda for her part is writhing beneath me and it seems she is floating on a cloud as I fill her with my massive load. As we collapse on the bed, we begin to snuggle up together, "So how was that for a welcome home?" she asks, with that special glow in her body and voice that a woman gets after a good session of sex. "About as good of a welcome home as a guy can get" I say while trying to regain my breath. "Well Amanda, I need to get around and head to the Clubhouse for my welcome home bash" I say some disappointment showing in my voice about not having more time to get know Amanda. "You want some company?" she says trying to find a way to spend more time with me. "No babe, why don't you just hang out here? I'll be back a little later and then we can get to know each other even better." I say. "Sure I can hang around Sarge, plus I get the bonus of more time with your friend there" she says getting up out of bed to help me redress. I slip my jeans and long sleeve back on, no time for that shower now, as I am already close to being late. Amanda slips my cut back around my shoulders, pressing her body into my back. I slip my snub nose but into my cut, ready to head into the night. Amanda comes around to my front and plants a wonderful kiss on my lips, "Well, have fun I'll see you later tonight." She says a slight edge of disappointment evident in her voice at the fact that I am leaving her. "I'll be back in a few hours, make yourself at home." I say planting another wonderful kiss on her lips, sending the message that I'm not that happy at leaving either. As I begin to head downstairs to the garage, I hear the shower start up. I think for just a minute about saying fuck it and going back upstairs and fucking Amanda into oblivion and passing out on the bed. But I can't do that as everyone is looking forward to seeing me tonight. So I fire up the shovelhead, put on my helmet and slip on my gloves and roar off down the road to the Clubhouse, already starting to miss that amazing blonde, who is no doubt pleasuring herself in the shower by now. As I rumble up to the gate at the Clubhouse, I see Tank in the guard shack "Hey Tank why you in the bubble? Isn't that a job for one of the prospects?" I yell out over the rumble of the shovelhead. "Hey Boss, I was ordered to man the bubble tonight by The Old Man, not sure why though, just said for me to man it and to radio him when you arrived." Tank yelled back. "Well, go ahead and radio him! Wouldn't want you to get accused of slacking on the job, see you inside bro!" I holler back not waiting for Tank's response I arrive in the main part of the clubhouse after parking my bike, backing into my spot near the door. Roadhouse Blues by Ministry blares out over the speakers and the night's entertainment starts up on the poles scattered throughout the room. Under a giant welcome home banner stands the Old Man and 100 of my closest brothers. "WELCOME HOME!!!" they all shout in near unison and a beer is slapped into my hand, hugs are passed out and the party gets into full swing. After this point my memory becomes a little hazy as to the nights details, but I'm sure it was one for the record books. We should have gone a little easier on the partying in hindsight, because tomorrow we have to return to business as usual. Live to Ride Ch. 02 Thanks for the comments and feed back. Be forewarned, you WILL NOT enjoy this story if you are just looking for quick jerk-off material. Also some knowledge of Biker culture and terminology will help you (as I am not going to explain every term), but are not necessary for you to enjoy my work. Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome, and if you're going to comment step to plate and leave a name. Huge thanks to my editor HMEdits without him and his ideas this story wouldn't be what it is. Chapter 2 Business as Usual Man my head is killing me, what the hell happened last night, must have been a good party. I roll over and my arm lands on the nude form of Amanda. She looks to be still passed out after our little after party last night. She then moans and rolls over to face me, "Morning" she says, sleep still heavy in her voice. "Morning, How'd you sleep?" I say rubbing my eyes, trying to get the sleep out. "Good, Nothing like the sleep after a night of good fucking, eh?" she says with that after sex glow returning to her amazing body. "You ready for some breakfast, or you ready for another round?" she says while curling up to my side, while starting to nibble on my neck and earlobe. "Well, how can I refuse an offer like that?" I retort, rolling over on top of her. I nibble my way over her neck moving towards her collarbone. She's groaning and beginning to thrash beneath me. I work my way down to her tits and slowly begin to slide my hand over her thigh towards her pussy. I begin to lightly bite one of her nipples, her moans proceed to go up an octave. My hand finally arrives at her pussy, man she's dripping wet already. "Jesus, stick that cock in me already! Quit teasing me, please?" she begs me, lust heavy in her angelic voice. Who am I to deny a woman a request like that? So I line up my erection with her sopping wet pussy. I proceed to bury myself in one thrust into her dripping wet pussy. "OH GOD!!" She screams, already going into her first orgasm beneath me. I then place my arms on each side of her, making preparations to pick up the pace. I begin to fuck her with reckless abandon, wishing I could stay in bed with this lovely creature all day, but as they say all good things must come to an end. "God yes, Faster, Faster, Oh yeah that's so good." She cries out, shaking through another orgasm beneath me. I proceed to keep up the pace, chugging along like a freight train towards my own orgasm. I know I am getting close now, so I pick up the pace just a little more, trying to get her to orgasm with me. "HOLY SHIT!! Yes, Yes, Yes, come on baby fill me up" She says going into a shuddering orgasm beneath me. I can only groan loudly as I fill her with my healthy sized load, seems as though she didn't completely drain me last night. After cuddling and kissing for awhile, I say "So how bout that breakfast you offered earlier?" She chuckles to herself "Well, for that we might actually have to get out of bed" she retorts. So we both roll out of bed and I throw on a pair of boxers, she stays nude to cook, teasing me slightly as she moves about the kitchen with the same grace she showed in the bedroom. After a great breakfast and some slight teasing on both of our parts during breakfast I say "Well how about a shower, because I do need to get around at some point today" I say all the while kissing and fondling that amazing body. "That sounds absolutely delicious" she says a slight twinkle of mischievousness in her voice. "But only a little funny business, I do need to get back to my duties at some point today" I retort putting some of my own mischievous edge on my voice. That shower sure was an adventure, Amanda is quite the little minx, she did manage to coax me in to another bit of fun. Regrettably though, I do have to get around, so I managed to peel Amanda off me for a bit and did finally finish up my shower. We got out of the shower and drying off was just as much of adventure as everything else is with this woman. Amanda and I help each other redress, seems we both can't touch and explore the other's body enough. Amanda comes up behind me and slides my Cut back onto my shoulders, and I tuck my snub nose inside, ready now to face the day. After another kiss from Amanda, I say "Well, thanks for the welcome home. Are you still going to be here when I get back home?" I ask hoping she says yes, I surely would like to get to know her better. "Sure, I'll stick around although I do need to run home and get some clothes." She says. So I head to the garage and fire up the shovelhead and head out towards the Clubhouse. I arrive at the Clubhouse, after checking in at the front gate. I walk through those doors and it looks like Jonestown the morning after in the main part of the clubhouse, people have just slept where they fell. I see Smiley curled up on the pool table with a good looking red head, Chibbs and Murph are curled up with a set of blonde twins over by the bar, and other assorted people are passed out around the clubhouse, sleeping anywhere there seems to be empty floor or table space. At a glance it seems as though I am the first one around after last night's blowout. I proceed to look around the clubhouse to see if anyone else is even conscious in this place. I go towards the back of the Clubhouse where we have a kitchen and a couple small apartments for people to crash out. As I go by the kitchen I see Candace, a hang around of the club, she's always had a thing for me. Candace stands about 5'4" with dirty blonde hair obviously from a bottle since she was a brunette when we were kids. She has a nice set of C cups and a trim waist. Candace is always trying to lure me into fucking her, although I have made it clear many times that I do not want any kind of relationship with her. She just keeps trying to tempt me, I do admire her tenacity at least but she is going to be disappointed once again."Hey Sarge, good to see you back." she says, all the while posing suggestively to try and get me to notice her feminine charms. "Hey Candace, is anyone else around? Have you seen The Old Man by chance?" I say, trying to end this conversation quickly. "Yeah, The Old Man left a little bit ago saying something about he needed to take a ride, Tank just went towards the bathroom, other than that I haven't seen anyone else." She says batting her eyelashes at me and trying to entice me with her body. "Alright when Tank comes out will you tell him to meet me in the Chapel?" I say trying to bug out of here fast. "Sure, can do" She says, still trying to flirt with me. I grab a beer from behind the bar and head towards the Chapel, weaving through bodies strewn across the floor all the way there. I sit down in my spot, first chair on the right side at the head of the table. I take a moment to remember all the times I have spent here at this table, from my first meeting after getting my Patch all those years ago, to the day five years ago that I was elected Sergeant At Arms and became the next in line to the throne. After a few more minutes of recollecting, I hear the door crack open. Tank walks in, "You wanted to see me, Boss?" he says still a little groggy from his hangover. "Yeah Tank, have a seat, I want you to catch me up on everything that's happened the last few months" I say while patting the seat next to me. "Sure boss, just let me go grab a beer real quick" he says walking back out the door. At that I crack open my beer and take a long pull off from the frosty brew. Now for a little back story on Tank. Tank and I both served in the Marines together, yes, we still carry on the tradition my Father and the original Brothers set by serving in the Armed Forces. Tank is a big guy as his nick name may imply, he stands about 6' 5" tall and weighs about 340 pounds pretty much solid muscle from our days in the corps. Tank and I were always good friends but our bond changed after an incident in battle. Our unit was on a mission in some god forsaken hell hole. Long story short, as we were going through this village clearing houses one by one, I made the mistake of not waiting for back up, an insurgent came down the stairs with an AK-47, and my boy Tank put three in his chest before he could get the drop on me. Since that day I have been ready to repay that favor at the drop of a hat. Tank returns, his beer already opened, he sits down and says, "Where should I start?" Tank never was the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I love the guy so I decided by saying, "Why don't we start with how the beer business has been going and then we'll go from there." Now, I'll explain that beer business in our world is code for our arms trade side of the business. We use codes like this to refer to any of our not so legal activities, even in the Chapel due to the fact of you can never be too sure who may or may not be hearing your conversation. And it is this precision and caution that has lead to us staying out of the cross-hairs of the Federal Government. Tank takes a long pull from his beer and starts, "Yeah the beer side of things has been going great, all shipments and deliveries on schedule. I can't be too sure about everything with the cell phone and hotel side of things, but I'm pretty sure everything has been fine." Now, cell phone in our world is code for our drug trade and hotel business is code for prostitution. "Well that's good Tank I knew you could handle things for me while I was away. Anything else been going on since I took my leave?" I say. Tank thinks for a minute, "Oh yeah we also made the security upgrades we were discussing a while back, especially that new front gate, that thing will stand up to anything short of a tank, and before you ask we tested it." I give Tank a slap on the back and say "Good, that gate needed to be upgraded especially after that incident last year. Alright well sounds like that's everything, anything else you can think of Tank?" He seems to search his brain for a minute, "Oh yeah we took on a couple more prospects awhile back, since Dirt and Wild Bill are coming up on their year soon." That sense of relief coming over his face that he gets when he remembers something. "Well that's good I almost forgot about that myself" I say trying to make Tank feel good for remembering something, even though I was well aware that their year is coming up in exactly eight days. "Alright Tank I need another beer, what about you?" I say, being reasonably sure we have gone over everything that Tank has to tell me. "Yeah I could use another beer, let's see if anyone else has decided to wake up yet" he says finishing the last sip of his long neck. We head out into the main room making a beeline to the bar to get another beer, as we walk through I notice Dirt and Wild Bill cleaning and restocking the bar, I also notice two guys cleaning bottles and trash up around the room, I don't recognize them, so I assume they must be the new prospects. "Hey you two, get over here and meet the Sarge" Tank yells startling the two prospects out of their conversation. They rush over and Tank introduces them "This is Cleaver." He says while pointing at the guy standing on the right. Cleaver stands about 5'9" and has a medium build, his nickname obviously comes from the huge scar that runs down the outer right side of his face. "And this is Dozer." Tank states pointing to the other guy, Dozer stands around 6'4" or so and has a rather bulky build, the kind of build that comes from spending a good amount of time in the joint. I proceed to shake both their hands and say "Welcome prospects, now get back to work." "Yes sir" they both state almost in unison. Tank and I continue our beeline to the bar. We both pull up a stool to the bar, Dirt gives us a head nod and grabs two beers. He moves about wiping up he says "Good to see you back Sarge, place wasn't the same without you." Dirt doesn't really stand out as an outlaw biker, he stands about 5'5" weighs probably only 150 pounds soaking wet. I'm not really sure why we call him Dirt though, guess the name just kind of stuck for some reason. Wild Bill walks by at this point headed back to get more beer to stock the fridges "Sarge" he says "Good to see you man." Wild Bill stands about 5'10" and has the thin wiry build of a Wild West gunslinger. Also we call him Wild Bill because he has a big bushy handlebar moustache. "How you two been?" I ask them, before taking a pull from the beer in front of me. We shoot the shit for awhile longer, more people proceed to wake up and go to the bathroom and such to wake up from the apparently amazing blow out we had last night. After awhile everyone is pretty much awake or close to it. The Old Man Returns from his ride. "Son!" He exclaims before embracing me in a big hug, while he has me close he says in my ear quietly "You ready for vengeance?" I look at him quizzically for a bit and he nods at me and I nod back, no words need to be spoken for I know what he is talking about. We break out of our little quiet moment, and The Old man barks out "Smiley, Tank, Chibbs, Murph and Diesel, you five need to get ready we got some business that the seven of us need to handle." They all nod to the affirmative pretty sure what he is talking about, "Any other volunteers? We need three more for an important mission." The Old Man hollers out. Looking around the room, I see that Loki and Thor, two of Smiley's best guys from the Portland Chapter have volunteered, among a couple dozen other hands that go up. "Alright, Loki, Hammerhead and Thor you three are coming with us get ready to travel immediately we're headed to the farm." My Old Man says. I can tell The Old Man is Feeling the same as me, relieved at the chance to get retribution, finally from the ashes of that atrocity will I rise. Live to Ride Ch. 03 Thanks for the comments and feed back. Be forewarned, you WILL NOT enjoy this story if you are just looking for quick jerk-off material. Also some knowledge of Biker culture and terminology will help you (as I am not going to explain every term), but are not necessary for you to enjoy my work. Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome, and if you're going to comment step to plate and leave a name. Huge thanks to my editor HMEdits without him and his ideas this story wouldn't be what it is. Live to Ride Ch. 03 Chibbs is next to speak, "Fuckhead number three said something about the hit being an initiation, but he kinda died before we could get any more information. Seems the Solteros are stepping up, waving a red flag in front of the bull, so to speak." The Old Man pipes in, "Yeah, well you mess with the bull you get the horns." This draws a slight chuckle from everyone, "Number five also said the same thing about the hit being an initiation to get these five to higher ranks. Other than that he couldn't identify the source, said Elmo was the only one who ever talked to the source." Everyone looks at me expectantly, I give my father a grim look back, and he understands that is not good news. "Smiley why don't you tell us what you got first, and then I'll share what Elmo spilled." I say, on autopilot trying to think of a way we can cure this personal cancer we have developed. Smiley talks but I can't really hear him, my heartbeat is too strong in my ears, my adrenaline is surging at the betrayal I am feeling. Everyone is looking at me expectantly, "Son."The Old Man says, snapping me out of my stupor. I still have a hard time believing what Elmo said, but no man lies after losing that many fingers. I growl out just one word, "Candace". Live to Ride Ch. 04 Thanks for the comments and feed back. Be forewarned, you WILL NOT enjoy this story if you are just looking for quick jerk-off material. Also some knowledge of Biker culture and terminology will help you (as I am not going to explain every term), but are not necessary for you to enjoy my work. Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome, and if you're going to comment step to plate and leave a name. Huge thanks to my editor HMEdits without him and his ideas this story wouldn't be what it is. Chapter 4 Personal Chemo "WHAT?!" Comes a loud shout, beer is spit out across the table, shock and disbelief envelops the room. The Old Man looks extremely disheartened at this news. This is a huge problem. If the rat was a man that's an easy fix, but it being a woman is an especially touchy task. One of our laws is to never kill women. This news is a huge burden on my mind, I've known Candace since I was four, what would possibly motivate this level of betrayal? She obviously knew what it meant if we ever found out about her being the snitch, this is an unforgivable offense for anyone who is Affiliated, a familiar, or even a hang around of our Club. The room is eerily quiet and somber, after our elation at getting some measure of revenge. It seems as even a hang around can cut out the heart of our Club, if you let them too close. The Old Man appears deeply troubled by this revelation, he trusted Candace, allowed her into our world, even our homes. The grief appears overwhelming to him, he is supposed to be the Shepherd of our herd, not leading us into potential danger. Tank is as stoic as ever, though I am sure even he is feeling regret at letting her so close. Even our resident sociopath Smiley is stunned, though he always thinks of something. I can no longer take just sitting in this deafeningly quiet room, I need to clear my head. I walk out the back door, beer in hand, not really sure where I am going or what to do. How can we solve this, where is the answer I seek? I sit on the back steps slowly sipping my beer, with just my scattered thoughts to keep me company. Tank plops down beside me on the steps two cold beers in hand, "Hey Boss, penny for your thoughts?" He asks passing me one, I barely hear him my head is going to explode if my heartbeat gets any stronger. "No offense Tank old buddy, but I just need some time alone right now, alright?" The angry edge in my voice prevalent as I speak. I shouldn't take this out on Tank, it's not his fault, but I am only human after all. "Sarge this isn't your fault, there's no way you could've known that whore flipped." He says trying to relieve my guilt, Tank knows that I am blaming myself for Candace's betrayal. "Hey Tank can we just sit here for a bit, no talking, I just need to work some shit out in my head, OK?" I say cracking open that fresh beer he brought, I begin to pick at the label if only for something to do to take my mind off things. After an hour in near silence, The Old Man walks out to the steps, three beers in hand. "Hey my boys, want a fresh one?" He asks taking a seat next to Tank. We sit in silence awhile longer, only the sounds of the night can be heard, sorrow and tension hang heavy in the air. Smiley comes bursting out the back door while snapping his phone shut, "Guys! I think I have a solution for our little problem, come inside and we'll talk about it." We three get up and head back inside, this should be good... Everyone masses around the table again, you could cut the tension with a knife. "Alright Smiley what is this miracle cure you have? You do remember our law about not killing women, right?" I ask, fully expecting him to say he'll kill her, Smiley is fully capable of this, as some people feel uncomfortable going to sleep around him. Smiley came to join us after being an Airborne Ranger. After serving in the forward Rangers for many years, he was invited to join a clandestine unit that operated way out on the hairy edge. He was discharged after a psych evaluation deemed him unfit to further serve. The short story is basically that Smiley came to enjoy killing a little too much and was summarily discharged. "Sarge, I'm a little hurt by that implication." He says with a smirk, apparently his dark sense of humor is showing again. "No, if this plan is agreed upon it's something much worse than death." This draws intrigue from everyone, he has the room's full attention now, apparently they all had the same thoughts as me. Beers are passed out around the room, though no one is really interested they are just a sad side note. "OK, now that I have everyone's attention." Smiley begins to lay out his plan, "I know this guy, we'll just call him Mr. X, and he deals in human trafficking. I used his services once to rid our chapter of a female snitch. His services do not come cheap, it's gonna cost in the neighborhood of 150 thousand to get him and his associates to deal with our little problem." This revelation permeates the room, though I am not surprised Smiley would know this type of guy. That is a lot of bank though just to get rid of a lowly whore. Smiley continues, "I know that's a lot of dough guys, but he's the best there is. It was three years ago I used his services, and not a peep of the whereabouts of that snitch, the cops she was working with have been befuddled ever since." Everyone takes a few to ponder this plan, we are definitely not angels, but this is a different kind of evil. The Old Man is the first to speak after several tense moments, "Smiley I should have figured you would have the right contacts for a problem like this. What does everyone else think? I'll put it up for discussion, possibly a vote if everyone thinks this is a viable solution." It goes down the line for consideration, Tank is the first to speak after Hammerhead and Thor elect to pass, "Well I think this is our only option, we can't just violate one of our core laws and ruin our reputation." Chibbs is the next to speak after a hushed conversation session with his twin Murph, he always talks for both of them, "We say yes, ship the whore off to some sheik with a bad temper, that'll teach her." Smiley abstains from talking as it's his plan and the rest of us are part of the discussion. Loki also just abstains, he doesn't have anything to contribute. Diesel is next to speak, this may be our only hang up to getting this plan passed. Diesel has had a thing for Candace recently, "We sure this is the only viable option, is there any other way we can come up with?" He asks hoping someone can come up with a magical cure that doesn't involve his sweetie getting shipped off or planted in a shallow grave somewhere. The Old Man answers his question as efficiently as possible, glad it was him answering, as I feel like tearing Diesel's head off at the moment for trying to protect her, "No Diesel I don't really think there is another way, we can't kill her, and we can't just pretend like nothing happened, so what alternative is left?" Diesel nods and gathers his thoughts for a second, "OK then, I'm in." He says flatly, apparently not thrilled by his options, but as The Old Man said there really isn't another choice. Everyone looks to me, I just nod not trusting my voice and my ability to not just fuck snap and drive home and execute that whore after some more information extraction. "OK time for a vote, just to be clear, all those in favor signify." The Old Man says. Nine hands go up quickly, Diesel is the last to signify after a few minutes of conflicting emotions. "Well it's unanimous. Smiley, so how do go about setting this up? Do they just grab the target or do we have to provide her?" Smiley then speaks, "Well, let me get Mr. X on the phone and we'll go over our options with him." Smiley steps out side to make the call, coming in after a few minutes, he places the phone on the table, speaker phone turned on just like your everyday conference call. "Hello Gentlemen" an electronically masked voice comes over the speaker, "Thank you for your interest in our services, we can sort out this matter with two methods. Method number one, me and my associates grab the target, without your knowledge an effort on our part to increase deniability. This method is covered by the original quote that Mr. S gave you, as it involves more work on our end." Mr. X pauses for a second to let his first option sink in. Hushed conversations are being conducted, The Old Man quiets everyone with a look. "Method number two, you bring the target to a pre-determined location, we then remove said target from your presence. This plan will cost you significantly less, as our workload is lower. Please take a few moments to consider your options Gentlemen, just have Mr. S call back when you have decided." The line then goes dead, leaving a heavy silence in the air. After a few moments and another beer run for everyone, The Old Man speaks, "So we'll just go to a vote on this one, majority rule. Option one, all in favor signify." Diesel raises his hand along with Hammerhead. "OK two votes for one. Option two all those in favor signify." The other eight hands rise into the air. "OK, option two it is. Smiley get him back on the phone and we'll figure where this is to go down and payment options." He redials, after two rings the electronic voice of Mr. X comes back over the line, "Gentlemen, I trust you have reached a decision?" Smiley speaks into the phone, "Yes we have, Mr. X. We are going to use method number two, how should the payment be arranged?" The voice of Mr. X crackles back over the speaker, "Excellent choice Gentlemen. Payment can just be delivered with the target. Thank you again for your use of our services, now I would like to speak with Mr. S privately to arrange the location for the exchange, again in an effort to afford deniability." Smiley walks out the back door to finish the arrangements, another beer run is initiated. A few moments later Smiley returns snapping the phone shut. "Drop off site has been arranged, anytime in the next forty eight hours. He requested I be there so he is sure of our 'intentions' as he put it. Now how are we gonna do this?" He asks, cracking open the long neck at his spot at the table. Everyone goes into deep thought, Diesel's mind seems to be in outer space. The Old Man chimes in first, "Hey guys it's been a long day, why doesn't everyone catch a bit of sleep, we'll meet back at the table in the daylight and do this. Sound like an idea?" Everyone nods in agreement, breaking away from the table, Diesel just sits there, mind still drifting. I go to the fridge and grab two beers, coming up to Diesel I say my first words in awhile, "Hey Bro, can I have a few words with you out back?" "Sure thing Sarge." He says grabbing a beer snapping out of his stupor. Diesel and I arrive out back and take a seat on the stairs, I take a pull from my long neck before beginning, "Look Diesel, I know you're not happy with this happening to Candace but..." I take a second, feelings of betrayal wash over me at saying that name, gathering my emotions I continue, "This needs to happen, she knew what would happen by turning, she's been around long enough to know how we handle snitches. I am not especially happy about this either, hell I've know her since we were four years old, but this is a necessity. Believe me if The Old Man or I could come up with a better idea we would take that route. What I am trying to say here is, where do your allegiances lie?" I finish up my little speech trying to get his mind right, along with my own to a point. Diesel ponders these comments for quite a few tense moments, he downs half his beer in single swig before saying, "My allegiances haven't changed Sarge, just need a little time." "OK, good to know Diesel, get some sleep Bro." Diesel heads back inside destined for the pillow. I can't sleep, my mind is too weary. After a few hours trying to get my mind to rest, The Old Man walks into the living room, he slides into a seat on the couch next to me. "Thought you were going to get some sleep Son?" He asks, apparently he noticed the pile of empties on the table in front of me. "Can't sleep Pop, muh mind is all... can't get past..." I say trailing off in the drunken stupor I have entered. I figured if my mind wouldn't rest, I'd just drink it into submission. "Well Son, I think the first order of business needs to be some coffee and a shower, and then we'll talk after you sober up a bit. Sound good?" "It does Dad, I'm a head to the..." I half-say getting up off from the couch, stumbling and weaving my way there. As the water washes over my head an epiphany strikes me like lightning. Sitting at the table slowly sipping my coffee, I break my plan down to The Old Man, "OK here's what we do, we both know Candace has been pining for me for ages, right?" "Yeah, where are you going with this Son?" The Old Man asks also sipping from a coffee mug. "Just let me break this all down then we'll talk it over, OK?" He nods, I continue, "I call her up tell her to meet me at my place, You and Tank wait out the back of the house, Smiley waits down the street in the van, when I get her inside and vulnerable I text you guys, think you can figure it out from there. Sound decent?" I am aware this plan has some holes, but it's the best I can think of, through my decreasing alcohol induced haze. "Yeah Son, but what do we do about Diesel? We can't let him be aware of this plan, he might try something impulsive" he asks. If that is his only problem with my plan, we're in good shape. "Well I had already thought of that too Dad, we send him with the other guys to get rid of the bodies, do it while he's out, if you got a better idea, I'm all ears." I say my mind clearing. "Sounds like you thought of it all Son, not trying to take over for this Old Man yet are you?" He says pride evident in his voice. "Not yet Dad. I just learned from the best, especially that when you see a weakness, exploit it." I say pulling him in for a hug. Apparently it's settled. "Why don't you go get Smiley, Dad? He plays into this, we need to download him before we polish this out." The Old Man returns with Smiley in tow, not looking very happy about being awakened, He says, "So you had an epiphany, I take it?" Pouring a cup of coffee for himself to wake up before we flesh out the plan. I run it down for him. "Now I want to send Loki and Thor with Diesel to get rid of the bodies, just tell them no cell phone use by anyone, this stops any rash sort of contact from him to Candace." I finish up my run down, Smiley is running the plan down in his mind, "Sounds good guys, maybe we should send Chibbs and Murph along, with the appearance of more help and it will put another two sets of eyes on Diesel, can't be too safe a man in love is prone to rash actions." "Yeah." Both The Old Man and I agree. A few hours pass, everyone crawls out of the wood work gathering around the table, some drinking coffee some drinking beer. "So..." The Old Man starts, "Anyone have any ideas?" Grunts and nods are the language so far. Smiley is the first to talk, "Couldn't think of anything, but I say we at least get some guys out to get rid of those bodies before they stink up the place too much, any volunteers?" This is part of our set up as Smiley has already told Loki and Thor their part to play, and I mentioned something to Chibbs as he passed me headed to the bathroom. Loki chimes in, "Yeah Thor and I will go, but we're gonna need a few more guys, to make this fast." And the plan is put in motion. I look at Tank giving him the impression to not volunteer, he gets it. He knows I need him for something else, it's scary how much he trusts me sometimes. Chibbs pipes in, "We're in, one more guy should do it, just to be safe." Seeing no other volunteers, I speak up, "Diesel why don't you give them a hand, they could sure use your muscle." I say looking directly at him, implying it's not a request. The Old Man takes the five of them aside heading to the basement, making suggestions and letting them know where to go. We make breakfast, and enjoy like a family all gathered around the table, some jokes are made and stories are shared a temporary reprieve from the heavy setting of the last twenty four hours. Dishes are done and assignments are passed out to clean the place up some while Chibbs, Murph, Diesel, Loki and Thor head out to the middle of the Nevada desert to burn the bodies. This location was chosen on purpose as the five of them will have to drive all day to get to the disposal location by nightfall, this will allow us enough time to set our other plan in action. The Old Man made sure to tell them all not to use cell phones except for one guy to call after the deed is done. About an hour after they leave The Old Man, Tank, Smiley and Myself all head for home to finish our revenge. We leave Hammerhead at the Farm with the story that the opportunity arose for us to deal with Candace, by the time they arrive back it will be too late for Diesel to interfere if he tried. As we get close to home The Old Man calls Dirt and Shark the President in charge of security, to let them know what's gonna go down, sparing some details. We arrive at my house, Smiley drops us off and the trap is set. Smiley parks around the corner, away from where Dirt and Wild Bill will bring in Candace. I go inside and sit on the couch, phone in my hand ready for a dose of chemotherapy. Candace picks up the phone, "Hey Sarge. What's up?" She asks flirty as always, couldn't ask for a better start. "Hey Candace" I start putting my anger aside trying to be as flirty as she is, buttering her bread so to speak, "You at the Clubhouse by chance?" "Sure am Sarge. Why?" She asks, playing into my hand perfectly. "Good, I just got back home from that mission we had. I was wondering if you could come over? I need some company, but I don't want to be around a lot of people right now, please? I need you Candace." I say. "Sure baby, I'll be there in about fifteen minutes." She responds immediately, she's trapped now hook, line, and sinker. I say quickly before she hangs up, "Don't tell anyone besides Shark where you are going, don't want anyone else to know I'm back yet, he'll also arrange an escort for you, just to be safe." "Sure thing Sarge, see ya in about fifteen minutes." Click, the line goes dead. Wild Bill and Dirt drop off Candace, fifteen minutes later just as she promised, at least she is punctual for her funeral. She knocks on the front door, "Come In!" I holler out over the blues music I have playing in the background. "Hey Sarge." She huskily says, man if she only knew. I already have my phone open in the pouch of my hoodie, a simple message on the screen, 'She's here, backdoor five mins' I hit send. I come up and embrace her, appearances are everything, "Hey, I have a rule though, first time I have sex with a woman she needs to be blindfolded, it's a little kink of mine." I say placing a blindfold over her eyes. "OK Sarge, never knew you were so kinky." Lust is persistent in her voice, but as her eyes are now blindfolded she can't see the zip-tie in my hand. Quickly I trap her arms at her sides and embrace her from behind. Then I snap her arms behind her back, zip-tying them in place, "Sarge, what are you doing?" Concern is now the prevailing emotion in her voice. I go over and turn the stereo off, Tank and The Old Man have arrived inside by now and I can hear Smiley backing up to the garage. "Well, well, well, Candace." I start, time to try and get some answers, but I can't go about it the usual way, so I must simply ask questions. "What did Elmo and the Solteros offer you for the information? Was it money you greedy whore? Or was it drugs, we all know you have been a fan of the pipe through the years? So what was it, you little slut?" I rip the blindfold from her eyes, she is shocked by the presence of the four of us, she begins to sob uncontrollably. Live to Ride Ch. 04 "Sarge..." I cut her off before the question can come out of her filthy mouth. "Listen whore! I ask the fucking questions here, you answer them. Got that?" I say pulling my snub nose from my belt behind me, I am not really going to shoot her, but she doesn't know that, does she? "So what did the Solteros do to flip you, huh? I expect an answer." Rage is coursing through my veins, and pure unadulterated hate is seething out my pores. More sobs come from her body. "They didn't give me anything..." She chokes out between gasps and sobs. "What was it then? Were you just sick of batting for the home team then? Answer me! I think we deserve that much before we hand you off to Smiley." Smiley just gives her that grin that all true sadists seem to know, do they teach a class for that or something? Her sobs soon reach fever pitch, she is going to be a quivering mess on the floor soon, and anything she says is going to be unintelligible so I change tactics. "Ok tell you what, we'll make a deal since you seem to be fan of those. You tell us why and I won't give you to Smiley. Sound fair?" I say lowering the snub nose, resting it against my hip. After taking a minute to get control of her body, hope is introduced to the range of emotions she is experiencing, hope that she will get to keep her life. She opens her filthy sewer, but I quickly interject, "I will know if you are lying, and this is a one time offer, so explain before I really do lose my temper." She steels herself for a moment, finally she speaks, "I did it to remove my competition for you Sarge. Do you know what years and years of not getting what you want can do to a person? I saw you happy and got jealous, so I thought maybe I could just have your Old Lady..." She trails off, sobbing again for several moments. "So one day I came across a couple Solteros in Oakland, and offered them some information and made it clear that your Old Lady was to go, but I told them not to harm anyone else. You believe me right? I never meant for anyone else to die, just your Old Lady. I am so sorry all of you..." She trails off into another sobbing fit. Deciding to end this I say, "Yeah we believe you, whore." I tuck my snub nose back behind me into the waistband of my pants. "Now Candace, you may wonder what happens from here?" She looks up at me through her swelled blood shot eyes, and asks simply, "What?" Her tone already hinting that she knows the answer will not be pretty. But that is the price she must pay for gambling with other people's lives. The Old Man throws a large duffel bag at her feet. "Candace, that's how much it takes to get rid of a lowly gutter slut. 80 thousand and no one will ever know what happened to you. For that price you get be some one's slave for the rest of your pathetic existence." Her sobs are almost deafening now, "Sarge, please?" She asks looking at me with hope. "Please what, whore? Please don't hand you off to the slavers? Well sorry, you have left us no alternative. What did you think, I'd just forgive you and start a relationship with you? You know what, I have had enough of this, Smiley load her up." Candace's wails can be heard through out the house, "I thought... You weren't... Me over to Smiley?" "I lied. Now be a good girl before I have to let Tank go ape-shit." I say nodding towards Tank, who has remained stoic as ever. Smiley gags her and places the bag over her head, she is loaded up Tank and Smiley are now ready to head out, The Old man throws the duffel bag behind the seat and says to both men, "There's 100 thousand in the bag ,tell Mr. X the rest is a tip to make sure she goes to a good home." Smiley gives a slight chuckle at this, Tank appears largely impassive, and off they head to the drop. "How bout a beer Son?" I nod, that's about the best idea I've heard all day. "Son we do need to think of a way to sort this out with the Solteros, while I just want to erase all them off from the map, it's probably not the best idea business-wise. Any thoughts?" The Old Man asks as we sit at the dining room table, several empties in front of us. I rack my brain for a few minutes, answers are not coming easy. After a few more moments I think of a small idea, maybe it will work or maybe we just will have to go to war. "Have a sit down with them, tell them it was an eye for an eye, see where it goes from there, I'm sure they want to avoid a war as much as we do, bad for business all around. What do you think Dad?" I say headed to fridge for another round of beers. "I don't know Son. I just don't know." He states cracking open a fresh beer. After few more beers the conversation steers toward one of the good developments in my recent past. "So Son I never did get to ask you, did you enjoy the welcome home gift? Was it as good as unwrapping your Christmas presents as a kid?" The Old Man asks turning into your typical dirty old man who has been drinking. "Was better Dad, more enjoyable than an erector set or a fire truck that's for sure." I say opening another frosty delight, taking a long pull from the bottle. "On that note why Amanda? Why now?" I ask knowing I can get an answer from him in this state, an interrogator always looks for way to gather information and this sure is easier than cutting off a man's fingers, and quite a bit more enjoyable too. "Well Son, we knew you would like her" He starts, after managing to slop beer on his shirt, I already know who 'we' is, Him and Tank. "She's such a sweet woman, non judgmental, not to mention that body. She came back into Tank's life around four months ago, always willing to help out around the Clubhouse, after seeing her interact with the guys we knew you would enjoy her company. Don't worry son, she was never and will never be a hang around, she's much to sweet for that, plus with Tank being around everyone figured self preservation was in order, and the subject was never even broached by anyone. Since you got all this information from me, you mind if I ask you a question?" You can never slip one over on The Old Man, "How serious are you about this thing with Amanda? Are you gonna make her your Old Lady?" I am conflicted at this thought, while I have immensely enjoyed Amanda's company, I have only known her for a few days. I am at quite the impasse, so I answer simply, "I don't know Dad. With everything going on, I haven't really had a chance to think about it." Several empties later, The Old Man's phone rings, he answers, "Yeah?" There is a short conversation from the other end of the line, apparently the air fresheners have been disposed of, "Alright, later." The Old Man then says to me, "Well how bout some sleep, Son? It's been a long day." After an appropriately timed yawn I say, "Sure, why don't you just take the guest bedroom? We'll talk again in the daylight." I help The Old Man upstairs and pour him into bed. After a short detour to the bathroom, I arrive at my bed, after stripping down to my boxers and crawl in, I can still smell Amanda's scent here permeating the room. But my brain is still too hazy to try figure out why. Dreams of Amanda fill my mind through out the night. Of her in all kinds of lust fueled positions and committing any number dirty acts. Why am I so hung up on this woman? What is so special about her? I can not come up with any concrete reasons. All I know is that when I see her I am taking it out of her ass for making me so god dammed horny. I awaken with an erection that I could hang my Cut from, oh man she is going to get it when I see her. I finally find the reason for Amanda's smell all over my bedroom. She left her thong beneath my pillow with a short note attached Hey Sarge, Apparently you are crawling into bed right now, not sure why it's without me but as I have learned from Tank and the Others, all your actions have a purpose. I know we have not known each other very long but I feel connected to you for a reason. I know why you had to leave so shortly after we met and while I can not change what happened in the past, I only wish to help you to move forward. I am not trying to be a replacement for anyone, I only want to get to know you and see where this goes. Well, you probably want to sleep, next time you are in this position I hope to be next to you. Sweet Dreams of me, Amanda The smell of breakfast cooking and coffee brewing spreads through the house. After my morning detour to the bathroom, I throw on my jeans and a t-shirt and head downstairs and either I am still dreaming, or a blonde sex goddess is cooking breakfast, in just an apron. "Morning, Sarge. How'd you sleep?" Amanda asks before pouring me a cup of coffee, she delivers it me at the table. When she gets close enough I pull her on to my lap, and plant a toe curling kiss on her lips. "I slept great. How did you get here? Where's The Old Man? The smell of coffee would wake him from a coma." I ask, before beginning to fondle her ass then moving slowly up her flanks, I don't even want breakfast. "Oh Tank dropped me off this morning, after he got back and he took The Old Man home too. Thought since we had the place to ourselves you could have two of your favorites, breakfast and sex." She says planting another kiss on my lips before returning to the stove. "What if I don't want any of the first item, can I just get a double order of the second one?" I say coming up behind her, planting a kiss on the nape of her neck, and slipping my hands inside the apron to get my hands on those amazing tits. "No, you can't have just dessert and no meal, so sit down, be a good boy and you'll get a treat." She says, somehow with both a scolding and sexy tone, how's that's possible I don't know. I decide to be a good boy, and see what my treat could possibly be so I just sip my coffee and admire her grace moving about the kitchen. After eating breakfast, with only a few short fondle breaks, Amanda speaks "I do believe I promised someone a treat if he was good." That lustful overtone is the only one present now in her voice. On the way up the stairs I stop her, pushing her against the wall smashing my lips into hers, while grabbing a large handful of her ass. Amanda gropes for my cock as I do this clearly excited by my forceful reaction. We continue our odyssey to the bedroom, though it's hard to walk with another person draped all over your body. This time it's Amanda shoving me down on the bed, I land flat on my back. She crawls up over my body, dragging those delicious breasts over my legs, my torso, and eventually placing a nipple at my lips, she half orders me, "Suck it, bite it. I am so wet right now, I need you Sarge." Sliding her hands down across my body. As she begins to undo my zipper, I bite her nipple and she fumbles. Her hands become more urgent at my zipper, in an effort to make me pay for throwing off her game. I switch nipples, my hand taking over for my mouth on the one I just vacated. I am biting, twisting, pulling, licking and any other motion I can get mouth and hands to perform on her tits. Finally her hands are able to infiltrate my pants and instantly she seizes my cock by the root gripping it tightly. She begins to jerk me off the best she can, given the position, it does feel amazing, but I am more interested right now in the treasure between her legs. She must sense my desire for this because immediately I feel her pussy slide on my cock, we both groan loudly and unintelligibly at the feeling of her slowly inching down. She continues to ride me, groaning and loving every second of being in control. Suddenly I seize her around the waist, I flip her over, now she occupies the spot I just vacated. I pick up the pace, I know she has already had one orgasm, so I really begin to hammer her, I want her to walk funny for the rest of the day. "OHGODDAMNYESFUCKMEYESYESYES!!" Is screamed into my ear, I'm pretty sure I'm now deaf on my right side. Amanda is trembling like a leaf beneath me, she seems to be in a state of almost constant orgasms now, one is just intermixing with the next. I can see her eyes are becoming glazed over and apparently her mind isn't really working either, instead of words I am just hearing animalistic grunts and moans. Slowly I disengage, this draws a disappointed groan from her. I seize her around the waist again and flip her over once more. I drag her up by the waist, sliding her nipples across the sheets. I slam back home into that velvet vice between her legs. Deep guttural moans are heard from her throat, I return to my fast and brutal pace pleasing Amanda more as her squeals go up an octave. She suddenly collapses, apparently her body could no longer take the pounding of wave after wave of orgasms crashing on her nervous system. I disengage from her and stand up. Smacking her on the ass to shake her from her haze, I state "Hey we're not done yet, I still haven't cum yet." "Just give me minute. I need to get my arms and legs working again." Amanda says form the bed breathlessly, I bet she feels like a rung out dishrag right now. That's not my problem, I'm not the one who left that note and thong under my pillow. She rolls over on to her side, and summarily passes out cold, a satisfied smile on her face. "Shit." I state, before trying to think of way to wake her up, so I can finish. I try shaking her, no dice. I try smacking her ass again, no results. I try planting a deep kiss on her lips, no luck. Finally it strikes me, oh this is going to be good. I kneel down between Amanda's legs, planting another kiss on her lips. Beginning by slowly running my hand up her thigh, lightly scraping my nails on that sensitive skin. My index finger slides in easily, she's still sopping wet. All the while I'm planting kisses along her neck, moving over her collarbone to those amazing tits. Pleasant little coos are coming from her throat now. My mouth arrives at her left nipple and slowly I begin to suck and nibble on it, her coos increase to the neighborhood of heavy breaths, my left hand comes up to tweak and pinch her right nipple, more heavy breathing from the sleeping angel beneath me. I remove my right hand from her pussy, I move quickly to replace it with my mouth. I begin by licking all the way from the bottom of her lips all the way to her clit sticking out, gently I suck it between my lips. Heavy breathing has turned to near moans judging by the sounds coming from Amanda's throat, I know it won't take much more of this for her to wake up. After extracting my lips from her pussy, slowly I move to let my cock once again penetrate her. I slide the tip of my rock hard cock back into her pussy and I place both hands near her tits ready to tweak those beautiful looking nipples. Without any warning for her I slam into her snug velvet inferno once again and somewhat cruelly tweak her nipples. She awakens with a start, and quickly moans out as another climax assaults her nerves. I pick up the pace so I can finish this time before she passes out again. Sweet high-pitched moans and deep gravelly groans are the only noises echoing throughout the bedroom. Amanda's pussy is driving me close to the edge, turning me into an unstoppable beast in the meantime, I up the already frenetic pace another notch. "OHGOOOOOOD!!" Comes an angelic squeal. At this I barrel into her core one last time, and she moans at the feeling of my seed painting her insides. I collapse on top of Amanda, blacking out for a moment. After a short time I realize I have to be hurting her so I roll to her right side spooning up behind her. "God, you can wake me up like that anytime you want, that was amazing!" She says after her voice returns, I simply plant a kiss on the nape of her neck, not trusting my voice right now. "Now how bout we take a little nap, and then you can have your surprise." She says snuggling back into my body, I barely hear her as I drift off into the dream world. A few hours later I am awakened by the ringing of my phone, I see it's the Old Man on the line, "I need you down at the Clubhouse as fast as possible." I smack Amanda on the ass to jolt her out of her dreams. "Hey what was that for?" She asks poking out her bottom lip to act hurt. "We need to head down to the Clubhouse, get around." I say hopping from the bed to get dressed. After redressing we head to the garage, I fire up the shovel head, clip on my helmet and hand one to Amanda. I sit down on my bike, tipping it up ready to head off. Amanda kicks her gorgeous leg out over the rear fender, and sits down, wrapping her arms around my chest. "Ok, hang on babe. This is gonna be one helluva ride." I say before cranking the throttle, and off we head.