25 comments/ 21673 views/ 13 favorites Sturgis By: Lee2012 Author's note: For the non-motorcycle enthusiast, the name Sturgis probably won't mean a whole hell of a lot, but it is – trust me. Sturgis is the "largest motorcycle rally" in the world where the little town of Sturgis, South Dakota has its population increased by about 500,000 motorcycle riders each year in August. With the exception of four of these rallies, I had been attending every year since the mid 80s. Military duty called twice sending me overseas, knee operation and job requirements were the other two. This one was an exceptional trip (1700 miles one way) unlike the ones before based on what occurred in-route. It is lengthy, but for a first time submission, it will get better...Scout's...err, biker's honor. Sturgis bound +++++++ I had packed my clothes (food and my trusty Sig 40) and loaded the small trailer hooked to my Electra Glide that Friday after work, with the intentions of leaving out at the crack of dawn the next day, finally arriving at Sturgis on Monday ready to party! Let me tell ya, there's nothing like cruising the back roads and interstate on an HD (Harley Davidson) while checking out the beautiful scenery of the countryside and listening to music blaring. Not to mention the occasional vehicle with a hot looking female inside. I cranked up Black Beauty, "BB" as I called her, with the trailer loaded with my essentials, straddled her and began my adventure before dawn Saturday morning with the intentions of putting 400 to 600 miles behind me before stopping at a KOA (Camp grounds of America) to pitch my tent and rest up for the night. BB was purring like a well fed kitten as I motored through the Florida panhandle stopping only for fuel and food at truck stops hoping to make it through Mississippi and into Arkansas for my first overnight stop. So far, so good. Pulling into a truck stop the next morning to top off the tanks and grab a hot meal, I angled into a spot big enough for both after refueling and did a security check of my baby and the trailer, then checked my holstered Sig, concealed under my shirttail, should any dumb-ass dare touch her...We Harley owners are very particular about our baby. Strolling up to the diner I first noticed her sitting on her backpack on the curb in front watching me as I approached. Long red hair pulled back with a blue bandanna revealed a very pretty (but very young) face with a hint of freckles here and there. The sweatshirt she wore hid any discernible features as to her rack, but the long legs in baggy sweats looked promising of a nice tush. Too young, I'm sure, for this 40 something "biker" most would say. So, I continued on in for a plate of greasy eggs, sausage and potatoes, and the biggest cup of coffee they might have. Grabbing a booth by the window, giving me a clear view of 'BB', I ordered and sipped my coffee. I noticed her again minutes later, walking in the door when our eyes met. Continuing to the counter she spoke to the waitress who brought her a coffee and she turned her head looking my way. Now tell me what red-blooded American male wouldn't get the old pumper working faster with the possibility a fine young thing might be looking at him? Mine sure did. As I sipped on my second coffee, she rose from her seat, backpack and coffee in tow and glided in my direction. Arriving at my booth, she smiled down at me and said, "Nice ride you got out there." The smile on my face was broad as any hog rider, hearing someone refer to her as "ride." Not many know that to be the proper description versus "bike". I thanked her and offered her a seat and more coffee. Continuing to smile, she sat down and said her name was Amber as she held out her hand. Taking her small dainty hand, I said, "I'm Mike and how did you know to call her a 'ride', being as how you can't be more than 20...24?" Seems her favorite uncle had one he rode her on when she was barely walking. But he was killed in Iraq. This brought up old pains of my own as I had served and been to the "sand box" in both Iraq, and Afghanistan. I told her I was sorry for her loss, but words cannot heal these type wounds. Losing a friend is one thing...losing a loved one is devastating. I steered the conversation in a different direction. I had to get going soon and didn't want to leave her with a bad taste. As we talked longer, Amber said she was just traveling the country not sure of where she was going, when or if, she would stop. She then asked which way I was headed, her eyes widening when I said "Sturgis". Grinning broadly, she was yapping about how she had always wanted to go since her uncle always talked about taking her, but had died before he could. I was not ready for the questioned she next posed. "Can I ride with you? I promise I won't hinder you and I'll pay my own way plus give some money for gas and all." My brain began to conjure up all the 'what ifs' with either answer. But when a young gorgeous redhead looks at you with baby blues and a smile full of pearly whites, what do you do? Now, I'm not young by any means (not over the hill either) but I am quite physically fit from my military days as well as my continued regimen of workouts, running and twelve years of Martial Arts training (old age convinced me to start packing a Sig – black belt or no – at least I wasn't crazy.) At 6' 3", and around 200 pounds, I could be quite a catch for the fairer sex, even though I was kinda sour on long-term commitments after my divorce 3 years prior. Besides, my heart belonged to BB. Guess I was pondering too long as her face took on the "Crush me, pops and say no!" sort of look. Rolling my eyes (dreading the 'what ifs') I smiled and replied "It's a long haul, get your pretty butt ready for going numb and keep your mouth closed to avoid bug stains on your teeth." She made a 'ewww' face then went back to that beaming smile. So we headed out to saddle up. I loaded her backpack into the trailer, grabbed a helmet for her, all the while listening, but not, to her non-stop babble. I fired up 'BB', adjusted the stereo volume and we both mounted up...and off we went. It had to get better, right? We stopped for fuel and dinner again just inside Missouri where she continued with her yapping right where she left off at the truck stop...same smile, same pretty (young) face. When she insisted on paying for her meal, I refused and reminded her she pitched in on the fuel and I wanted to make sure she had a good hardy meal for the next leg of the trip. I explained we would be stopping in Iowa for the night with plans on arriving at Sturgis by sundown on Monday. The look on her face was "Am I going to stay in a motel, or sleep on the roadside with you and the other critters?" I smiled and told her about my tent and camping gear and assured her all would be well...at least I tried. Finding a campground not far into Iowa, I estimated to be about 500 to 600 miles from Sturgis I pulled in, paid for the spot and began the setup for the night. Unhooking the trailer and setting up the tent, we decided to grab a bite to eat before calling it a day AND night. Arriving back later, I replenished the cooler on the trailer with ice and a twelve-pack of Bud Light as well as some chips and protein bars. Kicking back, I grabbed us a longneck and learned more about Amber, but saying little about me (been told most women prefer it that way). She was 24; college dropout (not her thing); lost her best friend in the world, her uncle, and gave up on boys before she even got off to a good start. "Too immature and wanting nothing but a piece of ass to brag to their friends about", she said. Her eyes were misting as she spoke of her uncle more like a best friend than her mother's brother. How he always took her everywhere he went, bought her first bicycle, showed her how to work on engines and, with a sparkle in her eyes, the many times they went riding on his Harley. But she became quiet, tears forming in her eyes when she recalled how the military car drove up to her uncle's house with the heartbreaking news for his young wife. After just 3 months in Iraq, he was killed in an intense firefight with insurgents, when he rescued a friend who had been wounded. Her uncle's widow was presented with a Purple Heart and Bronze Star medal along with the flag that draped his coffin. No matter what is said, even by another veteran, the pain of the loss of someone you love is carried for a long time. Amber was no different as the pain was very evident deep in her eyes, thus deep in her heart. Conversation on the lighthearted side revealed an impishness in her as her eyes sparkled with mischief. Maybe it was fantasy or lust, but I swear I saw her eyes drift down from my face to my crotch as we talked...nah. Just speculation by an LOB (lecherous old bastard) with a young girl close by fantasizing. Wanting to get an early start the next morning, I said "Gonna turn in early and break camp tomorrow by dawn and head out. You're welcome to share the tent with me, to keep the insects from flying off with you, if you want." I could see the look in her big blue eyes contemplating the idea when I assured her she was safe and that I wouldn't molest her or anything. She nodded her head and we entered the tent. I completely unzipped the sleeping bag making it more comfortable than sleeping on the hard ground and grabbed a light blanket from the trailer. I turned to her offering half of the bag if she wanted and turned off the battery-operated lamp to give her some privacy. Stripping down to my boxers, I crawled onto the sleeping bag pulling the blanket over me and closed my eyes. After a few minutes, I heard her moving around, the zipper on her jeans sliding down and felt her body so close to me, and I could feel her heat. I drifted off to sleep. I open my eyes to the feel of a soft arm across my chest and gentle hot breaths on my upper arm. Turning my head a tad, I noted Amber's eyes were closed and her breathing slow and regular...she was apparently asleep. I closed my eyes and drifted back into my slumber. My internal alarm clock buzzed waking me up before the sun peaked and I rolled out of the sleep bag and slid on my jeans. Amber was still sleeping and looked like an angel with her auburn hair half across her face. I stepped out of the tent with a towel and my shower kit and walked to the communal showers to start the day. Feeling refreshed after a shave and shower, I headed back to the tent encountering Amber walking my way, obviously headed there herself. She flashed that impish smile as she passed saying, "I'll only be a minute or two." Nodding my head, I replied "Or is that an hour or two?" She just giggled. By the time she returned, I had the tent broke down and loaded with the sleeping gear on to the trailer. She looked ravishing with a freshly scrubbed face, gorgeous even without makeup, as she walked up and grabbed a denim jacket from her bag. BB was warming up and I asked Amber if she was hungry and with a beaming smile, "Sure am, but I wanna see Sturgis and fast!" We hit a truck stop cafe, not far from the camp ground, for some breakfast and fuel, chatting mostly BS while we ate when she got all serious looking and ask me, "You didn't try anything with me last night. I thought for sure you would at least try and cop a feel, but you didn't. Why not?" I almost spit out my coffee and, after a fit of coughing, I said "Amber, I'm probably older than your uncle. Hell probably older than your dad. I promised you I wouldn't molest or rape you and I'm a man of my word. Don't think for one second I would turn you down on an offer of a roll in the hay, but I wouldn't rape you." She just stared at me for a few minutes, then returned to the little vixen she was, smiling that sexy smile and batting those baby blues at me. Damn she was cute and sexy and I could feel trouble coming like a freight train. Finished with our breakfast, we headed out to feed BB. I took the time to wipe off some of the 'highway grim' and bug splats from BB and buffed her bit and a mental note to wash and wax BB when we arrived at Sturgis. All ready to go, Amber fidgeting with anticipation, and mounted up for the final leg of the "new adventure." Chapter Two – Hello Sturgis 'BB' was effortlessly rolling down the highway, great gas mileage for the load she was hauling and pulling, and making good time the last several hundred miles to finally arrive at the famous "Buffalo Chip" just outside Sturgis just after dark. The place was already packed with about a thousand RVs and campers set up and downtown was lined on both sides and in the middle with nothing but motorcycles of all types. I found the little piece of ground I had reserved at the Chip and begin the process of setting up the tent and securing my trailer with the padlock and safety chains. Reservations are usually made for the next year's rally when you left Sturgis the previous year. Else, you quite possibly would not have a place to recuperate. Or pay through the ass if you were lucky enough to find a spot. I made my reservations, for a better spot than the current one, at the 2012 rally and was able to grab a spot close to a lit up area close enough to the communal showers that you didn't have a long walk, but far enough away you did smell the essences of bad food running the path of human digestion. As I set up the tent, I glanced at Amber, she was somewhat helping, and saw the sparkle in her eye as she looked around in awe. She was like a kid in a toy store, her eyes all lit up and a smile that was forever. She wanted to hit the town and check out the nightlife. With our little bit of heaven all set up, we grabbed a shower at the facilities and change into clean clothes. When I next saw her, my chin hit the ground and I was speechless...for the first time in my life. Amber was decked out in a pair of low rider jeans that looked more painted on than anything else, revealing a flat and taunt stomach and hugging a 'bubble butt' begging to be spanked. Her halter-top hugged her full and perky tits, at least a C-cup, like a second skin only allowing a slight jiggle as she walked. Her red hair was now loose, full and draped beautifully over her shoulders giving her a glow that would take your breath away. She was a head turning beauty any man would be proud to have on his arm. Smiling, she asked if I was OK. All I could say was "Damn, you are one hot-assed woman." Tilting her head, and with the smile of a sex imp, she asked, "You like?" She had one sexy smile that would get any man hard and here she was holding onto me like a woman holding her man. I could feel my head swelling. Sturgis was gonna be great this year. Everywhere we went, Amber turned heads – both men and women alike – not just with her looks, but in the way she carried herself. She had an air of confidence about her that made women jealous and men's mouth water. And here she was holding on to me. The looks I got were not of old with young, but of "what the hell does he have...a long dick and tongue?" from the guys and "I sure would like to find out what he has between his legs to get this woman!" from the women. Either way, I was about the luckiest bastard in Sturgis. We really made an impression everywhere we went, turning heads of everyone and making the guys trip over their tongues. The bars in Sturgis close at 2:00 AM, so we headed back to the Buffalo Chip to grab a 'Combat nap' (Google it) as the morning would be set to seeing the country side. I set my phone alarm to beep around 8:00 AM so we could check out the surrounding areas and she could see Mt. Rushmore. I had plans for her she would remember for a long time. Crawling into the tent, I removed my shirt and jeans, and she removed everything and pulled on a long t-shirt and lay down on the sleeping bags. I crashed hard. Laying on my right side, Amber slipped under the light blanket and snuggled up behind me, with her perky tits pushing into my back. Not sure how long it had been I felt her arm come across my side and begin sliding up and down my chest and stomach. Feigning sleep, I felt her hand eventually slide down and under the band of my boxers. I heard a soft gasp escape her lips as she found my hardening cock with her petite hands. (Said I was old, not dead.) Now I'm average in length, around 7 ½ inches, but quite big around, so I guess she wasn't ready for what she found. "Oh my God it's huge!" she whispered, and began stroking it from the purple head to the base. I rolled onto my back giving her easier access. She continued her stroking and slid her body down closer to my crotch to get face to head, as it were. Sticking out her tongue, she traced the base to the tip causing me to draw a sharp breath. She kissed the tip and ran her tongue tip in the slit making me twitch. She then flattened her tongue on the underside of my cock, swirling it all the way around. Stopping long enough to raise her head, she wrapped her full lips around the tip and applied suction causing me to moan loudly, giving away that I was truly awake – who can avoid that? She swirled her tongue around the head, paying extra attention to the underside of the crown as she slid up and down the shaft. This young filly knew how to handle a dick the right way, even though she had only taken a few inches. Removing my cock from her mouth, she looked at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, smiling and said "This is gonna be fun!" then inhaled about half of me in one down motion. My eyes rolled up and I grabbed a hand full of red hair and help her. She was unable to slide very far down my shaft, in spite of the spittle that ran from her mouth, without her gag reflexes kicking in. Lifting her head she looked up at me and said, "It's been so long since I've had sex, and never one this big. Please fuck me." How can you refuse a request like that? Forgetting, or not really caring where we were at, I rolled her onto her back, brushing her lips with mine as my hand caressed her firm tit – the nipples already stiffened with anticipation. I raised the shirt she was wearing and drooling as I saw a set of tits unlike any I had seen in years. Those puppies were firm, aureoles about the size of a half-dollar and hardened nipples centered that didn't disappear when she lay on her back. As I sucked and flicked her nipples with my lips and tongue, I slowly moved my hand down across her flat taunt belly to the little landing strip of hair at the top of her pubes. (She was a true redhead.) Caressing her right thigh as she spread her legs wider, I slowly moved my hand up till I reached her very moist pussy. She was on fire! I took my time exploring every inch of her nubile body paying extra attention to those areas I knew to be sensitive on every woman, neck, and ear lobes, inside of the thighs. I intentionally avoided anything more than a glancing touch of her labia, especially the clit until she was squirming and moaning, her ass undulating up and down. Sliding my tongue down her taunt stomach, I left a trail of soft kisses and tongue marks as I moved closer to her quivery pussy. Wetting my middle finger, I gently begin exploring her outer lips coercing her body fluids to emerge and to open up to my urgings. She emitted an audible gasp as I slid my finger in to the middle knuckle and moved it around as if stirring a soon to be devoured feast, while she begin moaning and wriggling her whole body. She was unbelievably tight. By this time, her juices were flowing freely, so I brought my lips and tongue in contact with her mound. Her taste was indescribably mouth-watering. When I begin licking her pussy lips and running my tongue in and out, she grabbed my head moaning "yes, yes." "God that feels so good, Mike." All the while, pulling my hair trying to force my head inside her flowing pussy and moaning loud enough to be heard at the next Ranch, she was thrusting her pussy at me rapid fire. Sturgis She was a wildcat in heat, the likes I had never had in all my life. And trust me I have had my share of hot and wild women. I was in for the ride of my life and there were no handlebars to hold onto or a throttle to slow down. Over and over, she kept saying through gritted teeth, "Oh my God, Mike, that feel so good. Eat my pussy you bastard. Lick me till I flood your face. Make me cum, baby." Being former military, I take orders very well. Especially given by such a hot-assed woman of whose legs I was between and licking her pussy. Sliding my tongue up and down her slit, I ensured no contact was made with her now sensitive clit, but kept moving my finger in and out then adding another finger to the mix, still stirring round and round. Turning my hand palm up, I made a slow 'come her' motion with my index finger, grazing just a little, that small spot at the inside top of her love canal until she began bucking like an enraged bull. She had her legs wrapped around my head and neck, squeezing with an orgasm, quite obviously the most intense she had ever experienced. When her breath slowed, she opened her eyes wide whispering "Oh my god! That was unreal. No one has ever eaten me like that!" Grabbing my head, she pulled on me till I was looking in her eyes and my raging hard dick poking her sopping wet pussy. She slid her hand between us grabbing my sensitive member and rubbed it up and down her slit. "I want this in me now, damn it!" I pushed hard enough that the head pop through her labia, into the wet softness that closed around it like a vise. When she emitted a gasp and her eyes flew open, I paused until she begin moving her hips up for more, so I obliged by pressing forward a couple of inches then removing some, then sliding back more, each time giving her more and more till I bottomed out and we were pub to pub. As she became accustom to the girth of my hard cock, I settled into a rhythm that included rubbing my pubic bone against her engorged clit, resulting in her soft insistent whimpers begging me to "fuck me, fuck me harder!" I raised up onto my left hand to extent my stroke and slid my right hand between us to stroke her clit. With the first touch, she screamed and bucked up so violently, I thought we would disconnect. My gentle circular strokes around her clit was having the desired effect, she started with a small orgasm that seem to build in intensity into the next as though she was on a continual orgasmic wave. Thrashing her head from side to side, she began with a whisper that progressed to a scream, "I'm Cumming, I Cumming. Fill me up with your cum, Mike. PLEASE CUM!" I increased the pace of my in and out thrusts and grabbed her legs with my hands as my lower body piston like a jackhammer. She was so tight I knew it wouldn't be long before that old familiar tingle would bring on the flood. Sure enough, my balls began tightening up into my body and my cock head swelled up like a cobra, spitting cord after cord of white jism inside the tight young pussy of the woman beneath me. When my cock went flaccid and slipped out of the vise-like grip of her pussy, I rolled off her on to my back sweating like a pig at a bar-b-que. I was done. The kid had almost murdered me. She kept saying over and over and over "Oh my god, oh my god. That was the best fuck ever! Now I understand why older is better. This is going to be your best Sturgis trip ever. I am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before! You'll never even feel like fucking anything else. And when you can't fuck anymore, I'm going to suck that beautiful cock till it's really hard and fuck you again." I closed my eyes and felt her arm and leg going across my body as her head nestle onto my shoulder...I fell asleep as my life past before my eyes, praying that I had signed my last will and testament asking to be buried with my BB. It was still "o-dark thirty" when I awoke to a set of soft, moist lips and tongue gliding up and down on my now hard cock. There was enough light in the predawn hours for me to look down and see her lust-filled eyes staring back at me as her cheeks hollowed and her lips slid up and down on my cock. Looking at me eye to eye, she let my cock slip out of her mouth with a loud plop, hard as the day is long, and crawled up my body like a sleek cat stalking prey. Placing a knee on each side of my hips, she grabbed my cock and rubbed up and down her wet slit, then with one quick motion, she mounted me stroke never taking her eyes off mine till she bottomed out then closed her eyes and sighed. "That is one fine piece of meat you have, Mike. And you sure know how to use it. But my memory is cloudy, so I need you to show me again, OK?" As her eyes rolled up in their sockets, she began a rocking motion back and forth in a lazy pace like she was gonna make it last till the sun rose. I grabbed her waist and began an up-stroke in time with her forward motions eliciting a moan from her as she bit her lower lip. Taking my hands from her waist, I grabbed one tit in my left and with the thumb of the right hand, I begin rubbing circles around her clit and tweaking her nipples with the other. Her motions increased as did her breathing, in short gasps, she began saying, "oh god, that fills so good. Fuck me Mike, fuck me hard and fast." I set a steady pace of hard upward thrusting matching her forward strokes like a well-oiled machine. She grabbed her tits and begin squeezing them, tweaking and pulling her nipples. She increased her tempo as her breathing became ragged and her pussy began twitching around my cock. She well on her way to another orgasm. Throwing her head back, she practically yelled "I cumming Mike, I'm cummmmmmmmiiiiiing." She will stiff real quick then started jerking all over while her pussy spasm around my hard cock as another orgasm rocked her body. It continued on and on as her pussy clinched and grabbed my cock while I continued to pound into her, rubbing her now rigid clit. She was shaking like Chihuahuas always do as her climax built to a crescendo. Her eyes clinched tightly, her mouth open without a sound she went rigid and while her already tight pussy clinched repeatedly around my cock as our bodies slapped from the pounding I was giving her. Beads of sweat were forming on her upper lip and forehead as her orgasm slowly subsided. I slowly rubbed my thumb on her engorged clit to draw out her orgasm. Then she grabbed my hand and moved it away. Her eyes were closed and her other hand was on my chest for balance, her labored breathing slowing down and her body twitches lessened, I rolled her onto her back maintaining our coupling and continued my in and out motions at a slower and more deliberate pace. Her arms reached out to encircle my neck as her eyes opened and her lips formed a sexy smile. "Now I know why older is better", she said. "You are a much better lover than the others I've had. No one, and I mean no one has ever made me cum that hard and that many times." Grinning evilly, I pulled out of her and quickly rolled her to her stomach, pulled her up by her waist, leveled my cock with her now well-fucked pussy and bottomed out in a single motion. Grabbing both her tits, I pinched her nipples and pulled them backward causing her to moan and meet my thrust with her own. Sliding my right hand down, I again rubbed her clit with my middle finger until she was slamming back into me and looking at me over her right shoulder through half-closed eyes, she once again pleaded for me to fuck her hard. Grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling, I obliged. When she fell forward after yet another orgasm, the animal in me came to the forefront and I rolled her to her back, straddled her waist and placing my cock between those beautiful tits, I begin a back and forth slide. Smiling, Amber must have sensed what I wanted and reached up with her hands, pushing them together, enclosing my cock and increasing the friction and the heavenly feeling. I felt that familiar jerking of my nut sack signaling a mind blowing cum was beginning. My head was back and my eyes closed as I slid my raging hard-on between those marvelous tits when I felt her lips encircle my cock as it emerged at the top of her mounds of joy and her tongue gave a swirl along the underside. I knew with this addition of pleasure, it would be quick and massive. Three thrusts later, and me hyperventilating, my cock head was expanding. Letting go with a loud roar I was sure would wake the entire camp ground, I let go with the first string that hit Amber on her chin causing her to raise her head, open her mouth and eyes just as the second salvo was exiting my cock which landed on the front of her upper teeth, the third, was right on target as she had grabbed my dick and pointed it at her mouth. When I rolled off her, she followed holding on to my now twitching and deflating cock. Taking it in her mouth, she cleaned it of our combined juices, smacking her lips all while looking me straight in the eyes. She bobbed her head up and down, moaning lustily until satisfied it was cleaned, she removed her mouth, but still held it with her hand. Looking at her, she showed me a very erotic site...opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue to revealing my cum on it just before her mouth closed and she swallowed. Smiling, she said "Good morning, Michael. Are we ready for a long ride?" Only my Mom called me Michael, and I damn sure thought we had just finished a long ride...or at least I did! If had died right then, it would have taken the undertaker 6 weeks to remove the smile from my face. After a quick shower, we mounted BB and toured the beautiful area of Sturgis, the Black Hills and Mount Rushmore. Amber was in awe everywhere I took her, snapping photos of the sites; me and BB, then having strangers take photos of her, me and BB. That smile on her pretty face went almost around her head. The more we rode, the more she became relaxed on back. Obviously, she realized I was an experienced and safe driver allowing her to pay more attention to her surroundings. At one time, Amber lifted her left leg, then her right, dropping them around my waist and in my lap as we rode. She would then lean forward, laying her head on my shoulder with her arms wrapped around my waist. Those perky tits mashed into my back with the nipples snapping to attention at the electricity we generated with our bodies. The little imp was insatiable. My dick began looking for empty space to swell in my Wranglers causing me to shift on the seat and adjust my crotch. I could almost feel the little imp smiling devilishly behind me as her hands ran up and down the inside of my thighs, avoiding contact with my now stiffening cock, teasing the hell outta me. I slid my left hand back between us, first pinching and rolling her nipple, then moving down to rub her crotch feeling the heat rising with each passing minute. Looking in my mirror, I could just make out her face and seeing one eye that was closed and her mouth was slightly open. After last night and this morning, hell I probably wouldn't even make it through the next sexual romp with this woman before I croaked. But I was damn sure gonna fucking try. We motored on to the next tourist trap... As walked around and took photos, I would occasionally glance over at Amber and see her look toward the sky, smiling as her lips moving silently. It wasn't till we were back at the Chip when I asked her about it. She replied "I was looking up at my uncle in heaven telling him I'd made it to Sturgis. And it was just like he said, Beautiful." I had to smile. That must have been one helluva uncle to make that kind of an impression on her. I just wondered if he wasn't shaking his head at what she was doing with me. He was probably turning over in his grave. I know I would be, seeing my niece with an old fart like me. Much less, fucking that old fart into an early grave. Dropping off the little souvenirs we picked up here and there, we headed back to town for some of the events taking place. Every where we went, there were women in all stages of skimpy attire, chaps with nothing underneath but panties, no top (nudity is illegal in Sturgis, but you can go topless with painting covering the tits and nipples) and bikers wearing outrageous costumes like Viking attire, skull outfits, you know, crazy stuff that bikers do. Amber was taking all in with shock, laughter and an occasional rolling of those baby blues at the sites she obviously never thought she would see. We got a bite to eat at the Full Throttle Saloon and even got our photo taken with Michael Ballard, the owner as well as some of the Flaunt Girls. Crazy fun everyone should put on their "Bucket List." But the fun was just beginning for Amber and me. I couldn't help but think I was gonna die...with a smile on my face...put there by Amber and the insatiable sex appetite she had. Four more days to go.... God help me! Sturgis Bike Rally My girlfriend and I have a relationship that some would call odd. While I have no desire to chase other women, I am extremely excited about the prospect of her connecting with another man. I can't explain it. It's just how it is and I have shared it with her. She has been a bit reluctant to act on it for obvious reasons but lately she has been warming to the idea, whether to simply please me or maybe because the idea is becoming just as exciting to her. We share plenty of other kinky and fun experiences but this one is the last frontier sexually. This past summer, my girl (let's call her Kendra), scored a nice job working as a bartender at the Full Throttle Saloon in Sturgis for the annual bike rally. She went up for three weeks to train, open, work, and close down the bar. We found her a great apartment just one block off Main Street in Sturgis. She drove up early and I promised to meet up with her for 3 or 4 days toward the end of the rally and stay at the apartment. We wouldn't see each other much with her working and me riding but a little bit was better than nothing. Kendra is a beautiful lady with a great body and open personality. Men love her but other women also warm up to her quickly. She is perfectly suited to be a bartender, especially an entertainment-focused position at a Sturgis party bar. She is equally comfortable simply having conversation or playfully flirting with the crazy bikers during the day shifts or dancing on the bar and doing belly button or boob shots with the night crew. She looks equally stunning in her tank tops as she does in her body paint for those special evenings. She was a little more than a week in to the job this summer and working an early shift when things heated up. Afternoons are a little slower and you can actually hear other people enough to have intelligent conversations. It was late afternoon and very hot outside but the shade and ceiling fans in the bar kept the atmosphere tolerable inside. Bikers were coming in hot and thirsty from the road that day and the relief at the bar was greatly appreciated. And of course, having Kendra behind the bar in her white tank top, short shorts, and high heels was an added bonus. Every guy tried his best line on her that afternoon and while she flirted and kept the conversation flowing along with the beer and shots, she shut them down one by one. That was until four new guys walked up to the bar. They had been out riding all day and were tanned, dirty and windblown. They were all better looking than the average man - tall, muscular and rugged. But one man in particular, John, captivated Kendra and she could not take her eyes off of him. But of course, he felt the same with her beauty and could only stare back. At that point, nobody else in the bar mattered. He was tall, very muscular with a ripped tank top, tattoos, dark curly long hair and a partial beard. He looked tough but she saw something in his eyes that she could warm up to. After introductions and small talk, she served him a shot of whiskey and a water back. His buddies could see what was going on and gave him some grief but soon wandered off to find trouble in other parts of the massive facility. There was a loud racket going on in the back arena where someone was racing a big bore bike around in the dirt. John stayed at the bar, gazing at Kendra and drinking mainly water instead of the standard biker fare of whiskey and beer. He might have been a big bad biker, but he appeared to have some sense....or maybe a plan. As her shift neared its end, John asked Kendra if she had plans for the evening. She briefly thought of her boyfriend, me, back home and almost moved to shut down his advance right then. But she couldn't. His attraction was too strong. And she told herself that I have always given her a hall pass for these road trip events and we were always on the lookout for a potential third party to join us. I had even gone so far as to tell her when she meets that guy to take him for a test drive to make sure he is worth the effort. Until now, she had resisted anyone's advance, no matter how tempting. But today, she couldn't resist. Today might be the day. Kendra responded to John that she had no plans and was off the next day as well. She told him I would not be up until later in the week and that I would approve even if I was there. Not that he cared one bit what I thought. He had one thing on his mind and secretly, deep down, so did she. They did not even have to discuss their feelings. The sexual tension was thick around them. He wanted to try and take her to a dinner and follow the basic protocol of dating manners, at least to pretend to follow the basic rules. But it was only a fleeting thought. The ride in from the Full Throttle to town takes about 15 minutes with the silly speed limit and the sheer number of bikes on the road. Kendra was on the back of Johns bike, hanging on...or rather feeling his muscular arms, shoulders and chest. Without even suggesting dinner, drinks, or any time-wasting activities, she directed him straight to her apartment. When they pulled up, they could not get off the bike fast enough and crash through the front door. He immediately grabbed her and pulled her to him and planted a long slow kiss on her lips. She knew right then, she had found a third. And that reminded her of me for a brief moment. She stopped John and said, "wait one minute. I have to do something." She got out her smart phone and sent me a text...."Hey Hottie, I found our third. I am taking him for a test drive. I'll let you know how things work out." Of course, when I got that message, I was driving home from the office back home and got an immediate erection in my car. I quickly responded... "Great news. Good luck with that and have a great time." But when my message got back to Kendra's phone, it beeped once on floor next to the sofa in the living room and went unnoticed. John and Kendra had already moved to the bedroom where she had taken off her white tank top, exposing her lovely breasts to him. She then fumbled with his buckle and zipper to get his pants down and he kicked them off. Like me, he never wore underwear with jeans and she was on her knees, face to face with the biggest cock she had seen in a long time. She leaned forward to kiss it and slowly take it in her mouth. As his cock swelled with excitement at her touch, it grew beyond anything she had seen. Just at the point where she wondered if she could even handle him inside her, he grasped her by the arms, picked her up and threw her on the bed. Before she could protest, agree, or say anything at all, he pulled her shorts off, tore her thong panties off and climbed on top of her. John plunged his big cock into Kendra's wet, waiting pussy. She gasped at its size but quickly settled it, spreading her legs wider and pulled her knees back, accepting every had inch he offered. There was no foreplay, no small talk, no preparation. Within 90 seconds of walking in the door, and including her text to me and her taste of his huge cock, he was fucking her wildly and her eyes rolled back as she got that funny grin on her face that she gets when she is being fucked soundly. They kissed deeply several times, he bit her neck and shoulders and pinned her arms to the bed. He continued fucking her for a solid hour, breaking into a sweat and grunting like an animal. He never stopped, not even once to rest or catch his breath. Kendra achieved three different orgasms from the severe pounding she was taking. She adjusted her legs to feel his cock in the different positions inside her and to direct her orgasms while feeling him deeper and deeper with each thrust. When he finally unloaded inside her, it was a flood. He was on the road all week and had built up a week's worth of passion. In Kendra, he found a lovely willing recipient of every drop. He shuttered as he came in her and continued a few more minutes before collapsing on top of her, his hard cock still inside her. He has heavy on her but considerate to keep his weight shifted to his elbows. When he finally rolled off, Kendra could not even pull her legs together. She could not move at all. All she could do is smile and remember the multiple orgasms and the sheer size of this man. This was not about making love. This was about fucking. And John fucked Kendra better than she had ever been fucked before. She would never forget this one. When she could finally gather up her strength, she wandered nude into the living room. She found her phone, read my text and sent a reply..."He will do." They finally dressed enough to go out, grab a bite and a quick drink. By 9:00 that night, they were back at the apartment, in Kendra's bed, making love. They swapped positions, he licked her all over and she sucked him to a second orgasm. Then in a matter of minutes, he was ready again and fucked her through the midnight hour where they both fell asleep and slept hard until the morning motorcycle sounds woke them. As he awoke and started dress, Kendra, in her playful voice asked, "is that all I get?" Of course, his boots came off and John was fucking Kendra again within 30 seconds. In fact, he never left. He texted his friends up at Glencoe and said he would meet them later. As they made love several times a day and the next, they started to chat and get to know each other. Kendra learned that John lived in St. Louis. That was a relief. If he lived closer to her home, that could become a problem. He had asked her if she ever had two men at once and she told him she had discussed it with her boyfriend but he was all talk and it never happened. John said, "I can make it happen." Kendra and John agreed that the next day, he would have his friend Dave come over. She briefly remembered him from the first meeting at the Full Throttle and deemed him acceptable. I received several texts from Kendra over those days, mainly saying the test drive is continuing and she can't wait for me to arrive. Of course I was anxious to hear the details of this test drive and I hoped I could get there before this guy left. I was unaware of the upcoming day with Dave though. I wanted to surprise Kendra so I managed to get off work a day early and hit the road early the next morning to get to Sturgis early in the afternoon. It is a six hour ride at 95 mph but you have to watch for cops in Wyoming. Once again, I made it through without a ticket. When I arrived at the apartment the next afternoon, I was surprised to see Kendra's truck parked next to two real nice custom Street Glides. I half expected to see one bike, maybe. I tried the door of the apartment and it was open so I walked in. I saw clothes scattered across the living room and a pair of thong panties hanging from the ceiling fan. I saw two pairs of large men's boots scattered on the floor in the hallway to the bedroom. I approached the open bedroom door and finally got to see what I was waiting for. Kendra was in bed with the covers scattered. She was on her back with her legs spread wide and a good sized, muscular biker fucking her like crazy. She was looking at him intently and never saw me. Sitting next to them was another naked man stroking her hair and fondling her breasts. He saw me right away but never flinched. I nodded to him and smiled. He nodded back. Even though I was early, He knew who I was. I looked at Kendra as this huge man was fucking her silly and saw that familiar smile. I was lucky enough to see her just at the point she had an orgasm from his fucking and I think it triggered him as well. She no sooner finished her panting when he exploded in her with a loud grunt. As he rolled off, the other guy never gave her a chance to catch her breath. I saw cum dripping from her swollen pussy but he plunged his cock in anyway and began to pound away. I think he read my thoughts and wanted to take over immediately so she would not lose her concentration and see me. He knew I was enjoying this without her knowledge of my presence. Mercifully, he made it fast. He pounded her for no more than twenty minutes before shooting a second load inside her. That performance was as much for me as it was for her. He rolled off of her and again I saw her pussy, dripping with cum and swollen open as if calling to me for one more. Believe me, I thought about it but decided she may need a rest. When she spotted me, she tried to scramble for clothes and cover but was really too weak to move. It was a funny sight. I told her there was no need to cover up or explain anything. The show I just saw required no explanation. The guys introduced themselves and slid some jeans on. We all sat and chatted for a while before they decided to head for the bar. I suppose it had to be a little awkward for them when the boyfriend showed up in the middle of their little fuck fest. And I wanted some time with my woman anyway. She had a shift at the bar in an hour and I wouldn't see her until after 1 AM when she got off. We had a great discussion and she tried to tell me everything while showering and doing her hair and makeup. It all sounded exciting and she got more cock in 3 days than she ever got with me. I couldn't wait to see that night. She took off for her shift and I went over to the Oasis to find Mad Dog and Jack, who came all the way from Fremont, California. That evening, I got in early to the apartment and laid in the unmade bed. It was a bigger mess than we usually make. I thought about all that had gone on there earlier in the day (and previous days) with my woman and masturbated with the visual thoughts of her earlier descriptions. I dozed off until she arrived about 4 AM. Her shift ended at 1 AM but there was a party and some other old friends. She could not get away. That was OK. I just got more sleep. She woke me to tell me more about the week. As she undressed, I wanted her bad. I wanted to feel her against me, to smell her hair, to taste her body. I started to lick her like I always do. I love licking her bottom and watching her breathing change as I stick my tongue inside her. She felt a little different so I asked, "did he fuck your ass?" She responded, "Yes. You never do so yes, I asked him to." I just smiled to myself and turned her over to lick her pussy. I wondered what else I might have missed. I wondered how much pounding she took and how her pussy felt as I licked her deeply. I could only think as I licked her that earlier today, two men were insider her, inside this very pussy that I love. It only made me harder. I wanted her now and as I inched up toward her to move the hair from her face and kiss her, I noticed she was dozing off. I was so selfish, I forgot she had already been fucked four times that day, worked a full shift, and partied for 3 more hours. Yes, the guys each fucked her twice that morning. I was left with only one solution for the second time that day. I woke up early the next morning, well rested and headed over to Deadwood to meet some guys for a ride. I didn't dare disturb Kendra. She looked beautiful as she slept. I pulled the covers back to stare one more time at her nude body. I swear her pussy still looked swollen but maybe it was my imagination. I figured she had enough for a few days and I would not force the poor girl to have more sex just to please me. I could wait until we both got back home the following week. I snuck out and rode all day. We did the Devil's tower loop in Wyoming and stopped at our favorite watering hole in Whitewater for shots and beers. It was 5:00 Pm before we rolled back into Sturgis. I knew Kendra was working early that day but had no idea what time she was getting off. I headed over to the apartment to shower and get a clean shirt. As I rounded the corner I saw her truck and got excited. As I pulled in the drive, I saw those same two Street Glides parked next to it along with another custom. Damn, I thought, so much for rest until we get home. I had to laugh to myself and started to head in the door. Then I thought, they must be having a fun time and it sure quieted down the last time I walked in. I got back on my bike and rode over to the Oasis. I figured I could take a few more hours to return.