10 comments/ 63579 views/ 10 favorites The Flowering By: Tarakin Eighteen year old Ashley Chester was nervously smoothing her white shirt. So this was the biker's spring festival? Freddy had dreamed of coming here? It was horrible! All the noise and the smell of beer and exhaust fumes! Ashley put a strand of her short mouse-brown hair behind her ear. Freddy Mason, her longtime boyfriend, had been so excited. He had finally talked his rich father into buying him a Harley Davidson. He had been so cute, like a boy opening a long awaited Christmas present. And now he wanted to show off his newest plaything. And maybe he had wanted to show off his girlfriend too, Ashley added to herself, sobering quickly. As if there was anything to be shown off with a girl as plain as she was! Now here she was, in this terrible clearing in the remote forest. There were about seventy men and women around a large fire. They had started consuming beer, and worse, long before the sun even started to set. Massive speakers on top of a bike were pumping out loud rock music and about twenty people were dancing to the hard rhythms. Two bikes were cruising around the dancers, and to Ashley's shock they both had half naked girls on the back. What had she gotten herself into? Freddy had no clue what to do either, it seemed, he just sat on his shiny new toy grinning and obviously hoping that the admirers would crowd around him. Which no one was doing. Ashley got off of the back of the Harley and took a step back before someone noticed her. She wished her brother was here with her, but he ended up having a wedding to go to, so he had had to cancel this trip -- and leave her alone at the noisy biker's festival. Ashley wished she could hide under the earth like a seedling did. She straightened her blue jeans and white shirt yet again and put her hair behind her ears in a nervous gesture. She really should be studying for the Spanish exam in two days and not here where girls went around half naked! Ashley pointedly looked away from those shameless people -- and right at one of the approaching bikers. His skin was white, but except for that, the only color she saw was black -- black hair, black eyes, black moustache and black biker clothes just partly hiding his bulging muscles. Only his whiteteethed grin was a sharp contrast to all the black, shiny, even predatory, and directed at her. She gulped, and his grin widened even more. The biker suddenly turned toward Freddy, and Ashley noticed that five of his friends had followed their leader, all dressed in the same garb, down to the silver lined black wolf on the shoulder of their jackets. They had their black helmets, all embossed with the same black wolf, under their arms and turned to her boyfriend, after grinning in Ashley's direction. Ashley felt as if they had a secret she wasn't in on, and it made her uncomfortable. Freddy didn't seem notice the smiles directed toward his girlfriend; he was just happy that someone was finally paying attention to him. He was oblivious to the feigned friendliness in the leader's voice as the man finally turned toward him and shoved a clear bottle with a lightning bolt on its side into his hand. "I'm Brett, and this is my Wolfpack." The leader of the bikers had an oily voice that grated on Ashley's nerves, but didn't seem to bother Freddy. "Have a drink. You're new, right? A hog, huh? How fast is she?" Freddy answered the questions enthusiastically, embellishing whatever he thought he could get away with and making up answers to questions he didn't know. Ashley sighed at having to hear him once again repeat how great the bike was and managed to only slightly roll her eyes as she listened to him bump the numbers up from what he had told her before. But Brett simply nodded and clapped Freddy's shoulder in congratulations. He took the bottle back, drank a slug himself and then passed the bottle on -- to Ashley. She took the glass bottle in surprise, wishing she had gone farther away, but she hadn't wanted to leave the side of the only man she knew in this crowd. Reluctantly Ashley sniffed at the bottle, which drew a laugh from the gang, and then looked toward Freddy. He frowned slightly and gave her a sign to drink, not wanting her to make the wrong impression on his newfound "friends". Ashley sighed and took a sip, then coughed. God, what was that? It burned all the way down her throat and made her eyes water. She had had very little alcohol in her life, the last on her eighteenth birthday a few months ago, but never anything as potent as that. The gang laughed again, and Freddy's face turned red. Embarrassed herself and not wanting her boyfriend to look like a fool Ashley took another sip, and this time she was able to avoid coughing, if barely. How had anyone managed to bottle liquid fire? What could possibly be in this killer stuff? She considered emptying the bottle on the ground, but of course didn't. What kind of seedling would grow if watered by this? Brett took the unlabeled jug again, clapped Ashley's shoulder, and smiled at her. But she could barely see him through the tears in her eyes. Quickly she blinked them away and smiled back at the gang leader. Her throat felt rough, so she didn't dare to say anything, and luckily it wasn't necessary. Brett smiled at her once more, passed the bottle toward one of his gang, then turned back toward Freddy and resumed talking about the speed of the Harley. Freddy was happy to be the center of attention again and readily started to brag even more. Ashley took a deep breath and tried to gulp the fire in her throat away. Just as she thought she would be able to breathe freely again, she was handed the bottle once more. Apparently it had completed its round through the pack already and it was her turn again. Or was it a fresh bottle? It still had roughly the same level as when she had gotten rid of it. Ashley sighed inwardly, but feeling everyone watching her she closed her eyes and took another sip. This time she could stomach it a bit better. You can get used to anything in time, she thought, quickly getting rid of the stuff by passing it on. Even after just three sips she felt a bit lightheaded. Devilish stuff! The talk between Freddy and the pack had turned toward a test drive of the new Harley. Of course her boyfriend had agreed to it, grinning like a happy schoolboy. Ashley loved it when Freddy was in this mood; he looked so cute when his eyes were sparkling. And she was relieved that this test drive would get her out of the clearing full of vulgar women, even if it meant being with Brett's Wolfpack. At least six bikers were better then seventy. So she settled herself on the back of the Harley behind an excited Freddy while the gang went to fetch their own motorcycles. If they managed to make this just a quick ride, Ashley mused, she might even get home early enough to review her last three lessons for the Spanish exam. Her thoughts were drowned out in a roar of noise when the wolves returned with their motorcycles. Ashley couldn't hear anything until Brett turned off his foreign model and the pack followed his lead. She sighed in relief as her ears stopped ringing from the terrible noise from the engines. However, her relief suddenly turned to shock as she listened to what the leader had to say. "You takin' your girl behind you?" Brett asked Freddy. "Don't you want to show us what this hog can really do? Come on, I'll take her behind me, so you can show us what you can do. Come on girl, hop over here, we want to see him really let loose!" Ashley was speechless, and even more so when Freddy readily agreed. What was he thinking? How could he leave her alone with this animal? "Freddy!" she started in on him angrily, but Brett interrupted immediately. "Don't worry, baby, we'll stay together, and Freddy can show us what this hog can really do. Besides, I'm a more experienced biker, so you'll be safer with me." Brett smiled at Ashley and offered her the jug yet again. Ashley looked at Freddy, who still had his helmet off and looked at her apologizing with his sky-blue eyes. Ashley couldn't believe it. She took the bottle to her lips, taking a whole mouthful this time. Then she coughed again and sighed. If it would make her boyfriend happy, she'd ride with Brett. But she'd never ever go with Freddy to a biker festival again, that was for sure! Sighing again Ashley dismounted and climbed onto Brett's machine. One of the gang, Jimmy, assisted her on it, but despite that she felt uncomfortable immediately. This seat was much shorter than the Harley's, and she felt dangerously close to Brett, who had already put on his helmet, which was black as night. She opened her mouth to point out the fact that she had no helmet for herself and that he should drive carefully, but before she could say anything the roaring noise was back as the machines started. Freddy put on his pristine white helmet quickly, and followed Brett. Jimmy ran to his own bike in a hurry, already a bit behind the starting pack of black wolves. To Ashley it looked like a sea of black with a single white spot in the middle. Soon they were all riding on the small forest path at a pace that Ashley felt was much too fast as she was bumped around on the backseat of the foreign model. She had no choice but to hold on tightly to Brett so she didn't fall off; her arms were around his leather clad chest, her small breasts squished against his broad back. Ashley hoped fervently that Brett didn't feel this bold touch through his thick leather jacket. No man had ever felt her breasts before, and she had been adamant about it not happening before her marriage when Freddy had tried once. Now the pack had reached the edge of the forest and entered the highway. Immediately the bumping stopped, but the speed went up considerably, soon reaching a breakneck pace. Ashley grabbed Brett even tighter, her knuckles white in her terror. She had wanted this ride to end quickly, but not because they broke the sonic barrier and got themselves killed in the process! And her without a helmet, what would her mother think? Ashley's eyes were wide with fear after a few miles and it took her some time before she noticed that the group was splitting. Brett and two other wolves were slowing down considerably, and consequently, the other four men, along with Freddy were leaving them behind. Finally Brett stopped at the edge of the highway. He took off his helmet and turned toward Ashley. "You can let go of me now, baby. It's a bit hard to breathe in your bear hug, you know," he said, smiling at Ashley, who let him go immediately, her face flushing. Brett laughed. Two of his gang, Jimmy and Paul, who looked enough alike to be brothers, came to their leader's side, and asked why they were stopping. Ashley got off the bike quickly and swiped the back of her hand across her forehead. Jimmy handed her the bottle again, and she took two mouthfuls - this time she barely coughed as the fire made its way down her throat. The clear liquid felt good on her unhappy stomach, nice and warm. Brett watched Ashley drinking in silence, like a scientist watching a watered seedling in his laboratory. Finally, he addressed the girl again. "Feeling better now, baby?" the leader of the pack asked. Before she had a chance to answer, he continued. "You'll feel safer if you sit in front of me. Jimmy, help her," Brett ordered. Ashley wasn't sure what the pack leader was talking about. Was she supposed to drive this huge machine? But Brett was already mounting his bike, sitting just a bit more towards the back than before. He opened his leather jacket, and then put on his helmet again, waiting for her. Jimmy guided the speechless Ashley to the front of the foreign bike and gave her the bottle again. She gulped down another mouthful then shook her head to clear her thoughts. She was finding it increasingly difficult to think clearly. Ashley tried to climb onto the bike between Brett and the handle bars, but was stopped by a grinning Jimmy. He indicated that she should sit with her face toward Brett, not her back. Ashley nodded absentmindedly and followed his instructions, which made the three bikers grin even more. She found herself face to face with the mustached leader of the pack, which sobered her a bit. But it was too late; he had already started his machine and taken off. The increasing speed pressed Ashley against Brett, and now she realized that his leather jacket was open, which meant that if she leaned forward there would be nothing but their thin shirts separating her breasts from his chest. Ashley tried to scoot back on the seat and distance herself from the leader of the Wolfpack, even an inch or two would make her feel more comfortable, but he just put his hand on her bottom and pulled her closer to himself. Ashley squeaked, but the increasing speed of the bike forced her to grab Brett tightly again. She was now not only clinging to the leader of the pack, but her small breasts were touching Brett's chest. She could feel the muscles of his chest through the thin material of his t-shirt. Even their pelvises were touching, and Brett still had his hand on Ashley's bottom, where no man had been allowed to touch her ever before! Ashley blushed, but there was no escape from the close contact unless she wished to jump from the fast bike, which was vibrating under her spread legs. Vibrating in a strange way. Ashley was still trying to think of a way out of her impossible situation when the bike slowed down once more. She couldn't see much more than Brett's chest in her current situation, but soon the bike stopped and she could finally dismount it, but not without a parting squeeze on her bottom from her crude driver. She literally jumped to the dirt at the side of the road. Luckily, Jimmy was at her side again with the mandatory bottle. "Why did we stop?" Ashley asked the bikers after two quick mouthfuls. "We can't catch up to the others anymore. You held us up too much already cause you made us stop." Brett shrugged, laying all the blame on Ashley in a casual way. Before Ashley could deny the unfair accusation, the pack leader added: "Anyway, Paul had to water the bushes." He pointed at the nearby shrubs, were Paul was indeed busy fighting a drought. He had his pants down and Ashley got a view of his bare ass. She quickly looked away, feeling her face burn. Were all bikers so lewd? Brett laughed again. "What? Don't tell me you've never seen a man's bare ass before?" he asked incredulously, still grinning. Ashley blushed even more at having been caught peeking. She hadn't seen one before, of course; she had led a very sheltered life, so far. But she had seen Freddy's, well, other side. By mistake, of course. She had gone to visit him and was going to stick her head into the bathroom to tell him she was there. She hadn't been aware that he was taking a shower, so had peeked into the bathroom to see him with his head buried in a towel, but the rest of his body on display. She had of course backed out quickly, but she had already seen his most intimate part. Her girlfriends had speculated a lot about the size of this specific anatomical region, adding inches each time, so Ashley had been relieved to see that Freddy wasn't built that big by far, his manhood hung just barely below his balls after his cold shower and didn't seem intimidating at all. She had had fears of her wedding night before that sight, but afterwards was much more relaxed around her boyfriend, which he noted without comprehending. Brett laughed again after Ashley's pronounced silence, calling her back from her reverie. Then he addressed his black wolf: "Hey, Paul, Ashley doesn't like the sight of your hairy ass! Do something about it!" Paul answered something unprintable and Ashley's averted face turned an even brighter shade of red, which made Brett laugh even louder. Brett was almost out of breath when he finally told Ashley that she wouldn't have to look at anyone's ass anymore. Relieved, she automatically looked in Paul's direction, expecting to see the man fully dressed again. But the sheltered girl was in for a surprise. Brett was right that she couldn't see Paul's ass any longer, but not because he had his pants pulled up. Paul had simply turned around, so that now she looked at his private part, which Paul didn't try to cover in any way! Not only was Paul naked from the waist down, but compared to Freddy, he was huge! Ashley was mesmerized as she saw the first semi-erect penis of her life. At this point Paul joined the other bikers in laughing at Ashley's naiveté. "Is my cock bigger than Freddy's?" he asked smiling, not really expecting an answer. Then he reached for it and Ashley thought he was finally going to hide his penis. However, instead of covering it up, Paul started stroking it. Ashley's eyes widened as she watched it get even bigger! "Do you like what you see, baby?" Brett whispered into her ear. The innocent girl blushed again, but was still unable to remove her eyes from the other biker's manhood. Paul's cock was erect now, pointing toward her, and still the big man stroked it. Ashley gulped as her mouth was suddenly dry. Something started to stir, deep inside of her, like a seedling does when its time is coming. Ashley felt Brett's hands on her shoulders, heard him whispering some more, but didn't understand anything, so just nodded reflexively. Immediately she felt hands on her breasts, gently caressing them. And her nipples reacted at once. Ashley felt her heart dropping into her stomach. She had always been shy about how small her breasts were. She had been told they would still grow, because she was only eighteen, but she wished they would hurry it up. Even more shameful, to Ashley, was that whatever her breasts lacked in size, her nipples more than made up for! Whenever she remembered the sight of Freddy's private parts, her nipples grew embarrassingly long. They could reach at least half an inch, if not more! From the day she had discovered just how long her nipples could become, she had worn bras that hid them and held them flat. She had also tried to avoid any thoughts that might let them grow, but it was becoming harder and harder to do that. Freddy's understanding of her sexual reluctance had luckily eased matters a bit over time, but now, with Paul's cock pointed in her direction and Brett's hands on her breasts it was impossible for Ashley to think at all. And now Jimmy was also dropping his leather pants! As Ashley had feared, her nipples started growing and getting harder under the assault of the pack leader's hands and by the sight of the stripping men. Ashley simply couldn't control them any longer; on the contrary, she felt little electrical surges radiating from her still growing nipples through her entire body. A moan escaped her full lips, and she closed her eyes instinctively - only to open them wide a moment later. Her buttons were being undone! Someone was busy with her white shirt, and someone else was wrestling with her jeans! Sobering quickly, Ashley wriggled away from the groping hands and took a step sideways, freeing herself from her attackers. She hastened to hide her aching breasts behind her hands. Luckily her assailants had only managed to open two buttons on her shirt and the one on her jeans. Shivering she wanted to yell at the men for their audacity, but words seemed to fail her. Instead Brett spoke, wearing his fake smile again. "Hey, baby!" he said soothingly, laying his hand on Ashley's shoulder for reassurance. "You're a fair girl, right? A just one?" Ashley nodded with furrowed brows, insecure about where the leader of the pack was heading. Brett kept smiling at her. "Look, baby, you've seen Paul's cock, right?" Ashley nodded reluctantly again, the memories and foul word making her feel the heat of her returned blush. The Flowering Tree There once was a young woman who lived in the woods and had lived there all her life. From her budding as a tiny girl, she had opened and blossomed into maturity, living all alone except for her aged grandmother. It was now the early spring of her twenty-first year. She was walking in the woods at sunset when she heard something. A voice. She often walked in the woods at all hours, having no fear of this familiar land, and occasionally she thought she could hear half-words in the voices of birds, slanting along shafts of mellow light. Rhymes and riddles woven from nonsense sound. But this time it was different. "Come to me," said the soft, sexless voice. "Come closer. Here. I'm over here." "Come where?" she replied, vibrato in her throat. "Here. Follow the scent and find me." Tilting her face to the breeze, she tasted more than smelt it: a thick fur of sweetness on her tongue. It was the scent of flowers, heavier than lilac, richer than honeysuckle. This was odd since only the purest, most delicate of flowers, the snowdrops and crocuses, were blooming at this time of year, and they had little odour. Curious, she traced the scent through angled bars of blue shadow and golden sun. Over dry leaves and moss, under canted logs and around low brush-branches that seemed to tug at her skirt-hem and lift it up. Unheeding, she was drawn and she sought it out. The voice, the source. There in a glade stood the flowering tree. One half of it crooked to the sky, and the other to the earth like a vast arm reaching down to embrace an empty space. Its downward-curving branch seemed for all the world like a hand yearning to be touched, a hand with a thousand fingers, each covered in soft pink blossom. She moved towards it without a moment's hesitation. The flowers were little cups of round petals with peaked white edges deepening to pink, their blushing centres crowned by fringes of thick gold pollen. She brushed first one, then another, circling until she was within the tree's curving grasp. And then, as she sensed it would, the tree reached out to touch her back. Silently, with an animal grace contrary to its wooden nature, it snaked around her waist and painted her face with its pollen. She marveled at its artistry, natural and uncomplicated. The branch curled around her. Her feet left the ground. One moment she was standing, the next swept up. It was wondrous and yet, and yet, the flowering tree had so many little twigs. Each spray of flowers was on a twig, and the twigs at their ends were sharp. She was not supported by any solid branch but by innumerable slim, pointed branchlets, swaying things that dug into her flesh. To shift was to risk falling; but to stay still grew uncomfortable, then painful. "Ow," she said. "Ow! You're hurting me. Do you understand? You're –aah!" She was suddenly lifted fast and dropped, as a child shakes a squirming kitten. The force of gravity pressed the twigs against her harder, driving them through her thin dress into her thighs and the delicate undersides of her bare arms. Gasping, she tried to tip herself off of them, but they flexed and reconformed to her weight. The tiny bud-ends of the branches nosed eagerly through cloth into the flesh of her legs, her back. Truly panicking, she gave a short scream. "No, let me go! No!" "Shhhh," whispered the wind through leaves. And with that, the sensations she felt began to change. The pain didn't dull so much as heighten to a point at which it became exquisite, intensely vivid, alive and alluring. She became aware of each point at which one of a thousand twigs pierced into her, aware of each point and all of them at once, of her entire body as a surface riven with points of contact. A thousand mouths, a thousand holes, and each suddenly warmly conjoined. She opened her eyes, relaxed her body, and let her head fall to the side. Through the screen of her tangled copper hair limned in crepuscular light, she could see the blossoms nearest her flushing pink and deeper than pink: flushing red with the blood that trickled from each branching entry point. It was her blood, yes, but it did not horrify her. It looked beautiful to her, if only because its coursing felt so good. Each trickle pulsed like the pale fluids that flowed from her when she touched herself alone at night, as if her entire body were made fluid and her veins externalized as branches spreading, suffusing the burnished glow of the sky with the colour of her raw, beating life. The blossoms spread wide, the tree trunk ran with pinkish sap, and at that moment she knew she would die, but a death of such ecstatic exaltation that she could barely wait for it. It was hardly death at all, since she knew that she would become engrained in the tree so that each spring she would open, sap coursing in pleasure, to spread her tender blossoms in the sun. She spurred her heart to beat faster, her life's blood to flow so that she could enter the tree and it could have her, fully, together, a thousand entwinings— A sickening thud ran through the tree's trunk, directly into her heart. And then another. A chop. An axe. The woodsman! There's always a woodsman to save the maiden from nature in the end of a fairy-story. But no, no! Her mouth full of flowers, she tried to scream out her protest: 'Don't save me! I know it looks like this tree is hurting me. It is hurting me. But I want it. Can't you see what we're becoming? Go away, and take the steel wedge that's sundering our flows with you. Don't divide us into two again!' Did she say it aloud? Even if she did, it had no effect. He chopped and chopped, until with a moaning creak the branch gave way. Twigs brutally ripped from her, she fell into his arms. The strong masculine musk of hero was on him, banishing the fading sweetness of blossoms. His powerful reassurances filled her ears. The world was restored to order. In his arms, wishing she were not in his arms, she cried. In fact, she cried and fought him so much that eventually he put her down. He left her under the embers of the sky to find her own way home, a single red blossom tucked deep in her curling hair. Later that night in bed, she stroked the unfading flower, vowing to remember, and to wait. There is always another spring. The Flowering "And there is Jimmy, his brother, see?" Brett pointed the girl in the direction of the other wolf. Instinctively Ashley followed the direction of his hand, then closed her eyes immediately, her blush deepened even more. But it was too late; she had already seen that Jimmy was now completely naked as well! The sheltered girl's heart pounded in her chest, but she couldn't resist risking another peek through her almost closed eyes to see his penis. Jimmy's manhood was also longer then Freddy's, and on top of that, it was thicker than his brother's! Her eyes went wide in shock, and she heard Brett chuckling next to her. "See, baby?" The leader of the pack asked, still grinning. "You've seen Jimmy and Paul, right? They showed you what they've got. But you haven't shown anything in return. At least show 'em your tits. It's only fair." Ashley flushed at the suggestion, but somehow Brett made it sound reasonable. She had peeked after all. But her breasts were so small and her nipples so freakish! The shivering girl wanted to back out of the deal, but she now noticed that Brett had already started on her buttons again, undoing her shirt quickly. Ashley felt it opening and falling from her shoulders, revealing her bra, which was quickly unclasped and removed, revealing her small breasts. The shy girl felt the wind on her tender skin. Against her will, her smooth pink areolas had begun to pucker, and her nipples were hardening even more. 'Oh, God, no!' she thought. 'Don't let them see my nipples getting hard! It's just the cool air,' Ashley lied to herself. For a moment nothing was to be heard, and Ashley waited for the three men to start laughing or turn away in disgust. Instead she finally heard something else, a small whistle from Jimmy. "Damn baby, those tits are perfect." Paul was breathless as he added, "And your nipples are gorgeous." Brett stepped around the shy girl, taking a look for himself and then a touch. The leader of the pack rolled the tip of Ashley's breast between his fingers, as if judging a piece of fine silk. Then he nodded shortly in agreement with his wolves. "You really think so?" Ashley asked, her voice weak but relieved. She had feared the reactions of a man on seeing her natural charms, but it had been an unnecessary fear it seemed. All three men were enraptured. Oh gosh, three men? She had shown her little breasts to three men at once? Ashley's heart nearly stopped as she realized what she had been tricked into, and she covered her revealed curves with her hands hastily. Her eyes were wide and her face had gone pale. But Brett was there again, giving his wolves a wink and then laying his rough hands on Ashley's naked shoulders. Jimmy and Paul came nearer, their cocks just inches away from Ashley. She gulped. "Do you want to touch them, baby?" he whispered into her ears. "Touch their long cocks? Try it, baby. I know you want to know what they feel like. Yah, just like that, go ahead girl!" Ashley's right hand seemed to move according to its own will, leaving only her left hand to protect her breasts from the sight of the three imposing men in front of her. Her fingers touched Paul's cock, very lightly, as if it was something dangerous. It didn't feel threatening though, more warm and hard. She stared, mesmerized by the pulsating organ. Paul bit his lip softly. The shy girl became braver now, putting the shaft between her thumb and fingers, gripping it. It felt warm to her touch, and there was something white on the tip of it. Ashley frowned, then stroked the member as she had seen Paul doing. He moaned under the innocent assault, trying to be as immobile as possible. There was more of the white stuff appearing. Puzzled, Ashley grabbed for Jimmy's manhood with her other hand, thereby revealing her breasts and long nipples to the three bikers once more. She stroked both cocks, and the brothers moaned. More of the white stuff appeared on the heads. Ashley wished her mind wasn't so foggy so she would understand more of what was happening. But, try as she might she couldn't make her thoughts clear. While Ashley's attention was caught by the two cocks in her hand, Brett had stripped off his clothes. He stepped before the innocent girl now, right between his wolves, smiling predatorily. "You see three men now, girl. Three parts versus two parts of yours, and that count is in your favor. So it's your turn again," the leader of the pack said. Ashley just nodded, her mind blank, but did nothing to prevent the wolf from reaching down and unzipping her jeans, slowly pulling them down. Her unimposing white panties were revealed, the last protection of her modesty, but they stayed in place for only a short time. The leader of the pack pulled them down also, revealing Ashley's silken bush. He was the first man to see the girl's hidden curls. Overcome with shame, Ashley squeezed her knees together, hoping to at least hide her sex. All three bikers stared at the silken fur of her mound, and at least Paul was beginning to breathe more rapidly. Brett reached out with his rough hand and slowly touched Ashley's delicate femininity. He trailed slowly over her silken folds, moving upwards, and the shy girl gasped. The leader of the wolves had found her hidden nub, the place she thought was her secret alone! Unconsciously she relaxed her legs when he touched it, breathing faster. Brett rubbed Ashley's tender clit a few times and she thought her toes would curl under his assault. It felt incredible. Her grip on the two cocks intensified, which caused the brothers to moan in turn. Brett left Ashley's wanting clit and unceremoniously put a finger between her pink folds, opening Ashley up. Entering her tunnel of love he could feel how wet the young girl was, her honey flowing freely. The delicate little bump of her sweet clit was peeking from under its pink hood like a germinating flower which had just seen the sun, shivering in anticipation. Ashley's heart beat at double speed now. She was there, standing in a vacated rest stop, naked except for her shoes and socks and with rock hard nipples, before three total strangers, two hard cocks in her hands and a male finger in her innocent pussy. Was it a dream or was it a nightmare? What was happening? Did she want this? The leader of the pack knew what he wanted without a doubt. "This virgin is ripe for the plucking," he told his wolves, all pretence of gentleness gone. Jimmy and Paul nodded, if less eagerly. The brothers were entranced by Ashley's innocence and knew their leader too well. Brett sighed in disgust, then gestured them into action. The wolves reluctantly guided the girl to a nearby picnic table, then lifted her up and spread her on it like a meal for their leader. Ashley's shapely legs dangled in the air, but she was beyond caring now. The bikers could see her most intimate parts perfectly, something no man had ever seen before. The entrance to her vagina was spread open, the tunnel of love behind it barely protected by the fragile velvet of her hymen, which proved her virginity. As another moan escaped Ashley's full, red lips, the bikers saw a trickle of her honey escape the secret depths of her vagina and run down the exposed flesh of her ivory thighs. Ashley's long nipples were aching, her longing pussy at the same time on fire and dripping wet. The young girl had never ever dreamed of anything like what was happening to her now. Brett stepped between Ashley's open legs. She shuddered and a soft whimper escaped her throat. The leader of the Wolfpack took his cock in his hands and aimed it at Ashley's tunnel of love, then entered her without any fuss. The maidenly barrier that Ashley had guarded so faithfully for so many years gave way without any resistance at all. Ashley gasped when it was torn, but was unable to put her whirling thoughts into coherent words. Brett took her oversensitive nipples in his rough hands and pulled at them while he went deep into her sweet pussy. He laughed when Ashley gasped once more, then pulled back and rammed his member in again and again. It took him just four strokes inside of his quivering prey, and then he shot his load into her, grinding his teeth in unveiled triumph. He had lasted just a few seconds. "She's yours!" Brett turned to his wolves, grinning evilly and removing his already deflated cock out of Ashley's feminine treasure. There was a bit of blood on his cock, which he rubbed away with her panties. "Virgin number eight!" Brett mumbled to himself, his triumph barely concealed, as he started to redress. "I've got to go, can't be late to my own wedding," he said to the bikers, ignoring his female prey. Ashley could not comprehend what had happened to her and shivered, like a newborn flower after winter's last cold rain. The young woman opened her mouth, but no words emerged. Paul shook his head in disgust at his leader then stepped between Ashley's legs. She tried to clamp her knees together, but to her surprise Paul, the same Paul that had stroked his cock in plain sight before her, just bent over and kissed her cheeks, gently brushing her tears away. "You are beautiful, Ashley," he whispered in her ear, and it was sincere. Ashley relaxed a bit again, and was kissed once more. Jimmy stepped to her side now, giving her rosy nipple a lick. She shuddered. A bike was starting in the distance, disturbing the serene quietness with its roar. "It can be much nicer, Ashley," Paul said, regret in his voice. "Brett is gone now," Jimmy added. Ashley sighed in relief, then suddenly arched her back, gasping. Jimmy had put his lips around her nipple and had started to suck. Ashley felt like the pink crown of her breast was going to explode in fireworks. She gasped for air sharply, and then once more. Paul had spread her legs and now was slowly entering her femininity with his shaft. But where Brett had been hard and demanding, Paul opened her tender folds gently, as if parting a silken curtain. He glided slowly into her tunnel of love, widening Ashley carefully. Paul seemed to explore her, not just take her, and he enjoyed every fraction of an inch while he did it. It felt totally different from Brett's selfish intrusion. Gradually Ashley relaxed, allowing Paul to go deeper, which he carefully did. Ashley's mouth opened wide as she moaned her pleasure into the air while her unsated pussy adjusted to the thicker meat of Paul's manhood. Meanwhile Jimmy was getting close to cumming just by having watched Brett and Paul inside of Ashley and by his own taste of the young enchantress's deliciously long nipples. Without warning he put his hard member between the shiny white teeth of the shy female. She closed her lips in surprise, thereby touching Jimmy's malehood with her tongue by accident, getting her first taste of pre-cum. By pure instinct Ashley started to lick and was surprised by how hot and silky it felt in her mouth. She was addicted to the musky taste at once. Without thinking she grasped for Jimmy's member and started to pump his shaft while the leaking head filled her delicate mouth. The biker's pre-cum and her own saliva dripped from Ashley's lips and down her chin. Her longing grew like a well-watered plant. Jimmy was now breathing heavily, and the sheltered female was in for a new surprise. His thrusts into her sucking mouth became faster, but Ashley had no clue as to what was about to happen. Suddenly she felt his already big member expand even more, further stretching her lips. Jimmy froze, then suddenly a thick stream of hot cum shot from his member and filled her throat. The smell of hot sperm filled the young innocent's nostrils as she realized that what was in her mouth now must be the biker's salty semen. Ashley opened her mouth to gulp in air, but had no choice but to swallow as the hot juice kept coming. To her surprise she loved the taste and gulped the seed down eagerly. Jimmy pulled out of her mouth, giving Ashley some breath. He pumped his cock himself now, and she stared wide-eyed as another stream of white cum shot from the end of his malehood into her open mouth and on her chin, dripping down from there. What she could catch, Ashley swallowed eagerly. Meanwhile the performance of Ashley and his brother had brought Paul over the edge, too. He was deep inside the wide spread enchantress as his cock started to throb. Ashley felt it growing deep inside of her, and then it exploded, showering her delicate insides with hot seed. She felt the biker spurting again, and a third time. It was amazing! Ashley sucked in more air, and then felt her whole body beginning to tremble. Her finally satisfied pussy contracted and pulsated, as if wanting to milk every last drop out of Paul's fleshy cock, and she screamed in pleasure as the tidal waves of her first orgasm shook her. It felt as if chains were breaking around her inner self at last, the long restrained petals of her womanhood finally unfolding. An eternity later, Ashley relaxed her arched back. Little aftershocks still shook her body, but her breathing slowly return to normal again. Paul removed his drained member gently, making the young woman sigh. Jimmy caressed her hair then gave her a kiss. "Get dressed, Ashley," Paul said softly, "we'll take you back to the biker's festival, or better yet, to your home." "Won't you be late to the wedding of your leader?" Ashley asked exhausted, more caring about her two lovers than about herself. The faces of the brothers went hard at once. "We are not presentable enough for Brett; he's marrying some rich bitch. Veronica Miss or something, we've never met her. He doesn't want us to make a bad impression on her dad." Paul scowled. "Veronica Mills?" Ashley asked incredulously. "Oh, no! My brother's attending the same wedding; his girlfriend is related to the Mills! Get me to the wedding, and fast!" "What for?" Jimmy frowned. "No woman should marry a man like Brett! I have to warn her, she has to know the truth about him!" she almost yelled, her thoughts racing in her mind. "Her fiancé is using women, not loving them!" This was not the perfect choice of words, but Jimmy and Paul started to redress wordlessly, the bond connecting them to their leader finally broken. But Ashley hesitated now herself. Had she been used? Or had she wanted it? And how would she have felt had the brothers not continued so marvelously what Brett had just done for his pleasure? She felt so different inside now, as if her body was finally able to breathe freely, as if she could see the sun for the first time in her life, finally feel it on her unfolded inner self. The whole time she dressed, mounted the bike and was driven to the church unsolved questions burned in Ashley's mind. But whatever answers there may have been, they wouldn't be able to stop what had been started. The flower had finally bloomed.