****** Oh Shit, Not Another Rain Delay by Suzy, the Biker Chick Floozy ******
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Oh Shit, Not Another Rain Delay


There is something about riding a Harley that makes me real horny. I don't know
if it's the vibration I feel between my legs, or just what. A real rush. Right,
me. Captain of the cheerleaders; now a biker chick. But I won't ride in a pack.
I ride alone. Nobody can keep up with me.

I always had a nice bike. I started with a little pink tricycle with streamers
on the handlebars and moved on to a red, white and blue two-wheeler with
training wheels. When I was twelve, my grandfather, much to the chagrin of my
mother, started me on dirt bikes. Then was I was fourteen he let me ride the
real stuff; his old Indian which still runs and his Harley. Since I was
eighteen I have had my own Harley and now I got a brand spanking (yeow, I
should avoid that word, it does "things" to me) new Harley.

It was the middle of April and the weather was still terrible; cold and wet,
rain and snow. No blue sky lately. But I'm just dying to get this bike on the
road. So I just do it. When it started pouring I was thirty miles from home and
getting very wet and cold. And I could hardly see. So I pass this little
country bar and I see a couple Harleys parked outside. So I do a U and go back.

I walk in and at first I'm sure they couldn't tell I was a girl. Had the helmet
with the shield still on and my hair in a ponytail. So I take off the helmet
and my leather jacket. Slip the rubber band off the ponytail. So I'm wearing
this halter-top with no bra. How did I know I'd be, well, anywhere but on my
bike? Talk about tongues hanging out. I was the only girl in the place and from
the look on their faces you would think they never seen one before.

So my jeans are like soaking wet and I'm freezing. They did have a wood burning
stove in the place that was helping somewhat. I took off my wet boots and socks
and put them by the stove. So the bartender dude says we got a dryer in the
basement if you want to dry your clothes. What am I going to say, duh, I love
being cold and wet? So I said get me something to wear. He was a really big
dude and he got me this heavy flannel shirt that came down way past my panties.

So like I start playing pool with the biker dudes and they are real cool,
buying me shots and stuff. And I'm winning! And they got a satellite dish and
are watching a Cubs game. I love the Cubs. It's raining there too but they are
pulling off the tarp and going to play again. So I get this charley horse just
as I'm trying to sink the eight ball and start screaming. Well, not screaming
screaming, more like screaming moaning. And the biker dude called Scorpion sits
me up on the pool table. And he massages my calf, and the inside of my thigh.
It wasn't hurting there but it still felt incredibly good. The pain went away
but he didn't stop and I didn't tell him to. He started to lick and bite my
toes. And he does the inside of my knees. You should have seen the tongue on
this dude! When he gets to the inside of my thighs I'm like ready to do the
screaming moaning thing again. And then he stops.

And then he stops! I felt like screaming "NO" as in "NO, don't stop". And he
says, "You are one bad ass chick and do you know what we do with bad ass chicks
in this neighborhood?"

I think I shocked him a little when I said, "Take them home to meet Momma?"

So he pulls me off the pool table and stands me up, takes off the flannel shirt
I was wearing, slips the halter top right off me and then bends me over with my
arms on the table. I'm playing along, he's not hurting me or anything and I'm
still thinking about that tongue. He says, very sweetly and seductively, "You
are getting your bad ass spanked bitch." But he didn't do the spanking. The
other biker dude, Homer (nice name for a biker dude, huh?) did the spanking.
Scorpion knelt down between my legs, ripped my panties off and stuck that
tongue in me. Every time Homer would give me a smack, Scorpion would stick the
end of that tongue right on my clit. I lost track of how many smacks I got, but
the "punishment" ended when I squeezed my thighs on Scorpion's face and
lubricated his beard and moustache.

So like the bartender and the few others in the place are watching all this.
Not that I cared. Just happy nobody had the camcorder rolling. So Scorpion
says, "Get the lady a shot and a beer." Oh, so now I'm a lady instead of a bad
ass chick I'm thinking. I down the shot and swig the beer and eventually quit
panting. I'm like very naked here, you may recall. And not caring much. I'm
swigging the beer and Scorpion is playing with my nipples. And driving me crazy
again. Once I get off the first time I'm real easy the next time. He unzips his
pants and pulls out his cock. About the same dimension as his tongue,
relatively speaking. And he puts my hand on it. And he puts his finger in me.
So we are both getting quite, well, frenzied. And then Homer unzips his pants
and pulls out his cock and puts my hand on his. And he starts biting the back
of my neck and nibbling my ears. Not very well I might add. Needed lessons I
guess and I dunno why he didn't pay more attention to the Scorpion dude. Some
guys just never learn.

So Scorpion lifts me up on that pool table, pins my legs up in the air with his
arms and sticks that huge cock inside me. And Homer gets up on the table and
kneels behind my head and sticks his cock in my face. Only one rational thing
to do. I open wide and let him fuck my mouth. Homer came first. He seemed a
little over eager and not much of a woman pleaser. Liked to get his taken care
of mostly I think. He made a lot of stupid noises and when he was ready he
thrust down my throat as far as he could and then pulled out and came all over
my face. I think this turned Scorpion on even more and he pounded inside me
even harder. And then I came. Well, I couldn't help it! And Scorpion knew I did
and he pulled out and jumped on the table and stuck his cock in my mouth and
came like really quick. And when I wipe the cum out of my eyes I look around
the bar and every other guy in the place is jerking off.

Well anyway, so I got this free lifetime drink free (and eat?) pass to Fat
Joe's. That was the name of the place. Although they said they were going to
change the name to 'Blow Joe's' in honor of yours truly. I'll be going back
when I'm in the mood for some more real good spanking. Only thing that bothered
me, those two dudes never even kissed me. Story of my life. Fucked but not
kissed. Where has all the romance gone?

If you find it let me know.

suzanned@erie.net

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