“You have to wear jeans. A skirt won’t work for a bike trip!”
Mom was trying to help me pick out sexy yet safe clothes for my road trip with my stepbrother. The whole thing was rather ridiculous considering I know my mom had fucked him behind her ex-husband‘s back. Not as often as I had, but no one fucks as often as I do.
I was 23, out of school and had been working as a receptionist for a construction company that went out of business two months after they hired me. I was, as they say, in-between things when my technically ex-stepbrother showed up for a visit.
We had a great dinner together, the three of us catching up. Mom, Kay laughed when she found out Liam’s dad had just lost most of his money in a stupid real estate scheme in Florida with the guy he was now living with.
Serves him right, not coming out to my mom before he married her. She totally would’ve been cool with it.
In the two years since I had seen him last, Liam had grown substantially. In immaturity, but also in physical presence. He was beefier, more muscular, and sporting shoulder-length curly brown hair. And the sexiest part, no question, he had a brand new Harley Davidson.
At five nine with insanely long legs, a tight ass, C cup tits, and flowing blonde hair that would make any porn star jealous, I was a connoisseur of sexy things.
I currently had two regular lovers and was known to take on one or two one-night stands when the need arose.
My needs, not theirs.
A familiar cock had arrived hungry and wanting what I had to offer.
That August night, I told Mom she was out of luck, her ex-stepson was all mine. She laughed, shook her head, and gave me a swat on the ass.
Liam and I fucked twice in my bed and once in the shower. The last one being an ass to pussy extravaganza that made me weak with the number of orgasms I had.
Laying in bed together having a nice cuddle, Liam asked me if I thought his motorcycle made him more “manly.”
“Are you serious? I think you have a nice cock. We’ve fucked like 100 times- why do you suddenly feeling like you have to prove how manly you are?”
“Shut up, Cat!” he half teased. “I really mean it. What do you think?”
I paused and gave him a raised eyebrow look and pulled on one of his chest hairs! He yelped and I leaned in. “Seriously why are you asking?”
“Ouch, that hurt. What the hell. I’m asking because I want to know if you want to go on a ride with me. ‘N’ not just a short one.”
I pulled another.
“Ow ow! What the — OK! the real reason I’m here is I’m heading to Ohio to meet up with some buddies at a biker rally. It’s my first one and I wanted to impress them by bringing a really hot biker chick.”
I laughed out loud and slapped him in the chest, right where I just pulled his hair.
“And you thought you would ask me to play the part? Are you fucking serious with this shit? This is so sophomore in high school trying to impress the senior bullshit. Just fucking tell me. ‘Cat I need a hot piece of tail to show off to my horny buddies and maybe even do them once or twice on the road and I know you’re up for it.’ Now that I could respect, but this…? Go see if Mom’s available I’m done with you.”
I rolled over to the other side of my bed.
“Are you serious? What the hell did I say?”
“It’s what you didn’t say, dumbass. Seriously, go fuck Mom, I’m done.”
I lay there, half smiling.
I was totally playing him.
Of course I would go on the ride with him. Of course I would fuck him, and probably his buddies. Who knows how many tough biker guys I would take on. But he was acting juvenile and ridiculous. He didn’t need me to tell him he was a man. He actually didn’t even need me to show him.
I wanted him to take charge, ownership of me for the week. Make him think he’s getting what he wants while I’m really getting what I want.
We lay in silence for a little while, as I pretended to be asleep. He slowly snuggled up behind me into a spooning position, and I felt the heat of his beautiful cock resting against the sweet round globes of my ass.
He took in a breath that was meant to gather courage. Oh my God, I totally had him where I wanted him. And he was clueless.
“Cat, I’m leaving tomorrow on my bike rally. I expect you to be on my bike. I expect you to dress sexy. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
There it was! The man, I was hoping he would be.
I flipped over faster than he could think, pushed him flat, grabbed his cock and slid it inside my already dripping need. I grabbed his nipples like tether anchors and he held his breath.
I bent down, kissed him wild and wet.
“Now that’s how a man takes what he wants! Let’s fuck.”
And we did.
I squeezed, pumped, road, and ground on him like the slut I was. It was all for me, of course, but I made him think he was the most masculine thing since Achilles. My God, men were easy…
As my third orgasm pounced, clawed, and growled, I squeezed him so tight he couldn’t help but shoot off. Fourth load of the night had me arching back, pulling on my own nipples my head to the ceiling as I yelled out his name.
I think I heard Mom applauding through the wall our finale before the second act Road trip.
The next morning, Mom helped me pack. She let me borrow a pair of her calf-high zipper boots with 3 inch heels. I slid into my insanely tight, black jeans that looked uncomfortable, but actually fit me like I was born wearing them.
Two crop tops, two T-shirts, and my favorite Rolling Stones tongue shirt with the torn collar were shoved in Liam’s saddle bag with a couple of thongs and a red bra. I would say sexy red bra, but I didn’t own anything else!
I already owned a cropped, tight leather jacket I bought just to look like a rockstar. Now it would help me play the part of sexy Liam’s hot and easy biker bitch.
And honestly, I wasn’t really playing a part was I?
I had three different pairs of sunglasses to choose from. And mom helped me attach a small elastic to hide under my hair so they didn’t fly off in the wind. That woman thought of everything.
After a hug and a pat on the ass she kissed me on the cheek and told me to take notes. My mom was the best.
I hopped on the back of his black Dyna Wide Glide with red flames and a chopper front end. He kicked and revved it and the hum and vibration went right to my already aroused and well used pussy. Holy shit! Would I even make it to Ohio? He kicked off and I squealed as I wrapped my arms around his tight waist. I grabbed hold of his belt, and the wind took me to another place.
Almost half an hour later, me leaning my cheek against his strong back we pulled off and stopped at a standard roadside gas station. Three other bikes stood waiting, but only two riders.
We stepped off and Liam gave the first two man-hugs.
A tall Nordic, looking long haired blonde with plenty of tats up his sleeveless arm was introduced as Thor. I laughed at the fun nickname only to find out his parents actually had named him that. Time for Biker Cat to flirt. “God of thunder, I can’t wait to feel your lightning!”
He chuckled heartily revealing a gold tooth. “Nice choice, Liam. I like this one.”
I winked and moved on to number two. Wearing a red and white striped shirt under his black leather jacket, made it apparent why his nickname was Waldo. Apparently he had gotten lost in a crowd at the famous Sturgis rally two years in a row, so his buddies slapped the nickname on him and gave him the T-shirt.
The famous spectacled character with the beanie hat was painted onto his gas tank, but was flipping the middle finger.
Waldo was shorter than the other two men, but his stocky frame boasted an extremely tight large bulge. This one was going to be fun.
Liam turned to his buddies and asked the obvious question, “So where’s the hound?”
Waldo made a gesture towards the gas station, and Thor, using a pocket knife to pick out his fingernail grunted, “Where d’ya think? The guy’s got a bladder the size of a fuckin’ marble.”
We all had a good chuckle and I expected to see a normal unassuming regular guy saunter out. Instead, when the door to the bathroom opened, a biker dude from Central casting stepped out. He had to be 6’5” sporting black buckled boots, holey jeans, and a leather vest over an impressive naked torso. Tattoos danced all over his brown body.
He had a dark brown-black beard that ended in three braids, reaching his nipples. Dark sunglasses sat on top of a red and black leather do-rag tied around his hair. He looked like he stunk terribly. He looked like he was going to be an incredible fuck.
God, I love a tall man.
“Leave ‘Em!” the big man shouted. He wrapped Liam in a bear hug and lifted him off the ground.
“Damnit, Hound!” Liam grunted.
The rest of us laughed along with the two of them. Liam was by no means a small person, but to be handled like this put the youngest of the four in his place. The Hound dropped him and the two playfully punched one another. He then gave me the sideways once over that had I not already been wet would have soaked my panties thoroughly.
“And what the fuck do we have here? Damn, Leave ‘Em, you said she was hot, but I had no fuckin’ idea.”
He had to be close to forty and reminded me of a young Lawrence Fishburn. He stepped over to me and offered his hand which I took. Rather than shake, he did a ridiculous kiss on the back of it, which made me laugh.
“Good mornin’, gorgeous thing. I’m Howard, people call me The Hound. And you must be the Cat I’m supposed to be chasin’.”
I stood up a bit taller, sticking my formidable front up and out, gently pulling my jacket back to reveal pointy tits through a tight, sexy bra. He whistled in appreciation.
The hand that had held mine I pulled forward and placed directly on my tight, left ass cheek.
“Caught me,” I replied. “Meow.”
Another group laugh followed, and The Hound gave me a hard squeeze, and then a spank. I yelped but laughed myself.
“I got first!” The Hound called out and I saw Liam go to protest.
Thor shook his head. “You know the rules. If you bring one along, she belongs to everybody.”
I had expected as much based on what Liam had told me. But I pretended to be surprised.
The Hound was obviously the leader, and had taken my stepbrother under his wing to show him the ways of the road. He hopped on his bike, putting his sunglasses in place and started up the massive iron horse.
I knew where I belonged. I gave Liam a hopeful kiss, padded him on the chest, and winked. I had to lean in to semi whisper in his ear over the roar of the motorcycles. “Sorry, bro, I’m his biker bitch now.”
I slid in behind the brown hairy beast and wrapped my arms around his formidable abdomen. I ran my right hand up and down his six pack and moaned. The other grabbed hold of his large skull shaped belt buckle. He did indeed smell, but it was a masculine blend of sweat and some cheap bathroom vending machine cologne that for some reason did not turn me off. He turned his head slightly, giving me a big grin.
I kissed him as a nice appetizer and he seemed quite surprised. His eyebrows raised above his sunglasses, and he yelled the classic, “Let’s Ride!”
I was glad he had a large seat back for me to lean into because he took off fast and rough with the other three following.
The road west really was glorious. And I loved being spread across the back of a hot manly body. I purposely moved my thighs up and down, squeezing and letting him know he was in for quite a ride himself.
I was even so bold as to slide my hand past the buckle and give his growing handle a few squeezes. He didn’t react positively nor negatively as if he expected the behavior. Fine with me. This cat was a slut and was prepared for anything he had to offer. I was just hoping it would be sooner rather than later.
I got my wish when early in the afternoon we pulled into a rest stop. Past all the semi trucks and a few vacationing minivans there was an area where several other bikes were parked. There was a small gas station and a building housing a snack shop and bathrooms. Next to it were picnic tables near a woodsy area.
I slid off and gave him a hot kiss.
“Have to use the ladies. Can’t wait to see what we’re having for lunch.”
I was pouring it on thick, but based on his whistle and soft “damn” as I walked away, it was working beautifully. Mom’s sexy boots enhanced my hip swaying to professional grade.
Inside the relatively clean and multi-stalled bathroom, I dropped my jeans and took a well needed pee. My thong was indeed wet and creamy, and I contemplated removing it completely. Then again, perhaps knowing he made me this wet might make my new man even hotter for me. My wipe nearly made me cum.
A wash up and a quick check of my face that included a lipstick reapplication, and I was ready for whatever this man had to offer.
When I got back outside, they had commandeered a picnic table towards the back closer to the woods. They had hotdogs and some beers which I willingly engulfed with as much hunger as they, which brought out a few appreciative comments.
Fun small talk revealed why Liam had the nickname Leave ‘Em. Apparently he had a reputation for making women think he was in love with them only to dump them after one or two dates. I laughed at the revelation, but even more so at how much it made my stepbrother turn red; less out of embarrassment I think, more from irritation at his “brothers.”
It was obvious things were winding down when my new companion voiced his plans.
“You boys get fueled up while Cat ‘n’ me take a little stroll.”
They willingly obeyed, and The Hound took my hand and led me towards the woods. There was a small path that led to a little clearing where one of the picnic tables had been dragged. Based on the cigarette butts, beer bottles and used condoms strewn about, we were not the first to use this area for roadside refueling.
“This will do nicely,” he grumbled.
I must’ve looked slightly surprised.
“This your first rest stop, Babe? They all have a little area like this. You just gotta know where to look,” he dropped his voice an octave, “‘n’ hope nobody’s already usin’ it.”
“Perfect!” I chuckled and was not surprised that he grabbed my ass and planted his bearded mouth on mine. The mustard flavored kiss was scorching hot with lots of tongue and moaning. His hands wasted no time sliding under my T-shirt and unhooking my bra. This man knew what he wanted and I was happy to give it to him.
My tits were soon mauled by his rough hands, and I could not be happier. I pushed into him, letting my hard nipples attempt to pierce the gaps between his fingers.
I had already worked his buckle and had my hand down his jeans, stroking him. As expected, he was thick and long. Not the biggest I’ve ever had, but certainly enough to get the job done.
I bit his lip and then dropped to the ground yanking his jeans with me as I lowered myself. Within seconds, I had half of his brown and purple in my mouth and was stroking while squeezing his hairy balls.
He tasted like the road. He tasted like experience.
He grabbed hold of my blonde hair, giving it a slight pull. I moaned at the scalp pain; a thing I had grown to love as a harbinger for a good throat fuck.
This big dog did not disappoint.
After about two minutes of my best tongue and lip action he took control. The gluck, glick sounds of his fat head shoving into my throat soon filled our little fuck ground.
I was in slut heaven and knew that I could extract hot protein shake within no time. My skill set allowed for quick release. I was hoping to have that release in a different hole.
I pulled off and boldly stood up. His eyebrows raised up, and I opened my jeans and slid them down to mid thigh. I turned around and leaned over the picnic table. My dark blue thong was still in place, but not for long.
He pulled it to the side and lined himself up. No ceremony, no warning. He just claimed his territory as he pushed into my cunt with a deliberate prowess that confirmed just how good of a fuck he was going to be.
He felt like the road. He felt like experience.
I let out a deep moan as I felt his pelvis hit my ass cheeks. Fully buried in one deep thrust he pushed my walls wide and caused my tunnel muscles to flinch and clench.
Wetness was no longer a reaction, but what felt like a permanent state of being.
When he pulled back, I dragged a breath in and gripped the table. His head was still lodged in me when he pushed back in.
I nearly flopped forward, my loose tits wobbling in my T-shirt.
His fingers held my hips tightly and I felt he could leave bruises. I also didn’t give a fuck.
I tilted my head up towards the sky and squealed in sexual satisfaction.
“Ooo ( inhale whistle)! Ahhhhhh- fuuuuu!!”
Physical dominance of the male species fully demonstrated itself inside me.
I found my words! “Nnnghhh! Oh God, fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Take it!”
He growled out, “Fuck, yes bitch! Jesus Christ”
With that grunted eloquence, he hit the accelerator. The slapping of flesh against flesh and the sloshing of my dripping womanhood, were drowned out by the hum of the nearby highway.
I managed to push my left hand down to where we were joined and rubbed my swollen and needy clitoris. My button fully activated, orgasm ripped through me from boots to butt and shook me with incredible power.
“Oh fuck yeah, Whore! Cum on my fat cock!”
His thrusts were unrelenting, and I was once again taken to that space I love so dearly where my consciousness slides from reality to sexual nirvana.
Another hot release was building in delicious tension. This one felt more like head to toe tremors like I usually had with a decent fuck. Like I had with Liam in the shower last night.
I was pushing back against him now, assisting in our coupling. He was grunting and chuckling with satisfaction.
“Fuck Slut! OOF you are tight. You grip me so fucking good- UNGH! damn bitch, fucking Cunt!”
What some would call ‘foul language’ with its lack of poetry didn’t bother me. In fact, it drove me to release earlier than I thought I would.
My second orgasm with this bearded biker shook me again, and I thought for sure I might fall forward. Luckily, he held me as it ricocheted through me like a pinball.
All I could do was scream which actually cut itself short as he slammed in and froze tight!
I held my breath as I felt the fattest cock I’d ever had expand even further. Like giving birth in reverse, he widened me in ways I didn’t expect. I screamed out again as he grunted, moaned and then yelled.
“Holy FUCK, holy holy fuuuuckkk!”
His load was massive. There’s no other way to describe it other than a fire hose dousing my sparking fire.
I whined in satisfaction.
Shot after shot blasted to the point where it gushed back out and coated his balls.
After the third large shot, I actually began to laugh in the midst of my own orgasm. I never had so much fill me up.
My voice then plummeted to surprisingly small as my head dropped down onto my forearm holding me on the table. “Ooo woooow…”
Now I love a good post coital cuddle. I love to snuggle, most often in preparation for another fuck. I also am very good at cleaning up after myself.
Apparently, The Hound didn’t enjoy any of those things. Or perhaps this was his way of putting me in my place. Too bad this lunkhead didn’t realize you don’t have to do that with me.
He abruptly pulled out. Slapped my ass way too hard, and spit on the ground.
“That was a great fuck. Clean up, I’ll see you out there.”
I felt something lightly land on my back as I heard him zip up and walk away.
I was panting as I stood and reached back. It was a classic red bandanna. Not 100% clean, but certainly not filthy.
“Men,” I mumbled as I laughed. I unfolded it and wiped up my thighs and pussy as best I could.
I pulled up my thong and jeans and sealed up my treasure.
I held the soaking piece of cloth in my hand, wondering what to do with it. I thought about leaving it there for the next couple or more who would be using this little roadside whorehouse.
I decided to shove it in my jacket pocket. I could use it to soak up each one of their loads.
A perverted souvenir for my first biker road trip.
I returned to the four to find Waldo and Thor grinning. Liam was a little sheepish and could not make eye contact but held out a water bottle. I walked over to him and kissed him with heat and sex knowing he could taste the Hound’s big dick on my breath. I took a big swig on the water bottle. It was a welcomed refreshment.
“Don’t worry, Bro. Plenty of me to go around. I understand it’s a long trip.” I turned around and hopped onto the back of Thor’s bike. The other three let out laughter, and shocked expletives.
“You bring One along they belong to everybody, right?” I said as they all mounted up.
Without even looking at me, the Hound revved his bike. “She’s a great piece, Thor. You’ll really love it.”
Thor grumbled, “Fuck yes!” as I wrapped myself around him and we hit the road.
Dang, bikers…
The wind of the road helped dissipate my remaining heat, but not all of it. I smiled when I saw a sign that said next rest stop 100 miles.
PART TWO of this road trip will be coming soon.
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Part three, Cat Has a God.
Peace, Matt
