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This is the trip of our lives. Richard and I have been together for almost a year, and we’ve been planning a road trip across the country for weeks.

It started when he first got his car, fresh out of college. He saved for months to get it. It's an old, rundown hatchback, but we and our suitcases fit, so that is going to be enough.

It's also the first time we're together. Like in together, together. I don't know if I'm ready for sex with him. I know we've been together for a long time, and even if I’m young with just 18 years, I'm not a virgin, but we've been holding out for this moment, and tonight is the night that it’s going to happen.

We have been driving for a few hours now. Richard knows the road; he's done this trip with his family many times, and I trust him. I had never left home, and my parents were not happy I was going on this trip with him. They've never liked Rich, but I do, and that's what matters.

For me, the trip has been unknown road after unknown road. It's very fun seeing how the vegetation changes and the small towns come and go. We've been kissing nonstop, and he's fondled me while he drives, but I don't want him distracted, so I've had to put his hand away from my blouse many times.

Night finally found us, and we decided to stay at this small hotel by the side of the road. It's a drive-in, and they tried to charge us by the hour, but Rich is a great negotiator, and he managed to get us a full night at a price we could afford.

There are a bunch of motorcycles parked at the hotel. The sounds coming from those rooms are not pleasant; I can hear shouting and moaning. I hope I don't hear them inside our room.

As Rich opens the door to our room, he sounds excited: "Ok babe, this is our room; I hope you love it." I don't. 

It's brown and boring, smells of bleach and bad decisions, and I'm starting to doubt this is the right place for our first night together.

But Rich is so excited, "It's great, isn't it? It has a TV, and I'm sure we can find some porn to watch while we... You know," ugh, he has no second thoughts about this. How can he be so excited to make love in a room that looks fresh out of a horror movie?

I guess he must've seen the dread in my face because he suggested, "Why don't you take a shower, babe? I'm sure you'll feel much better after that. I'll bring in the suitcases while you're at it."

A shower sounds great, amazing even. I really need some me time to think this through.

Maybe he'll make something nice while I'm there; I'm sure he has a surprise planned and just needs me gone a few minutes. I'll take an extra-long shower, just to give him enough time.

Fricking warm shower with low pressure and nothing more than a cheap bar of soap to wash with. Still, I managed to take as long as possible. I'm sure the room is now a romantic scene for us to make love for the first time, the first of a lifetime of incredible, passionate lovemaking.

But as I open the door, I realize I'm wrong. He's lying in bed, fully dressed, and I can hear sex noises coming from the TV, as if the biker's sex noises weren't enough. He's rubbing his penis over his jeans, and he's giving me a lustful stare. I don't know if I'm ready for this.

I guess that if I want magic, I have to be the wizard, then. "Ok, your turn; the water is warm and the soap is awful, but it's nice to get clean. Go on, take a long shower. I'll get ready for you while you are in there.”

"Babe, I'm too tired; can you just come and snuggle with me? I found something fun to watch!"

“Go on, shower and take your time; I’ll have something nice ready for you when you’re done.” The spark in his eyes makes it all worth it. As soon as he enters the bathroom, I start searching in my bag for a couple of candles that I brought just for this.

Ugh, the noises on the TV are really throwing me off. I hope he doesn’t mind if I turn it off. Besides, she’s obviously faking it, and I can’t believe he doesn’t notice.

The candles are lit and the bed is free; now the real surprise... aha! I found the nightie I bought for tonight. I had never worn any see-through clothing before. I hope he loves it. I wonder if I should wear panties or not. I’ll keep them on, I look amazing in this thong, another piece of clothing I had never worn, but Rich is worth it.

Ok, he should be out of the bathroom any second now. I’m so excited. He’s never seen me like this, and the most I’ve done to him is rub his penis over his pants, so I know he has a nice one. Here he comes!

“Oh, this is nice, babe. Did you bring those candles? You really are a romantic, aren’t you?” He likes it!

He hasn’t noticed my clothes; it’s probably too dark in here for him. Maybe if I stand up.

“Damn it, you’re gorgeous; have I ever told you that?” He loves it!

Oh, my god, he dropped his towel, and he’s really hard; he seems ready. His cock is not as big as I thought and is kind of too thin, but it’s ok, we’ll make it work.

Mmmm yeah, kiss my neck. No wait, don’t move away. Yes, I know you love my tits, but my neck needs some loving too.  “Ouch, slow down, be gentle.” He’s biting too hard on my nipples; he didn’t even get me naked, he just pulled my tits out and is playing with them.

“Mmmm yes, like that.” Ok, he’s improving; this is good.

“Oh, a thong? I didn’t think you’d be one of those girls.” Ok, my thong is gone; at least he liked it, but I’m not one of those girls.

“Ohhhh, you shaved for me? Or is it the way it always is? Anyway, I love it!” He loves it! I knew the pain of wax was worth it!

He’s in such a hurry; his tongue is already trying to penetrate me. It’s uncomfortable.

“Could we, like, make out a little? I don’t think I’m quite ready yet.”

“Sure thing, babe, whatever you want.” Yes! I knew he could do better!

Mmm yes, let me kiss you; let me feel your body next to mine.

No, no, don’t go there yet; I’m not ready for your cock. Please, not yet.

“Could we wait a little more? I’m not, like, really wet yet.”

“Babe, we’ve waited 10 months for this; I think we’re ready.” Maybe you are.

He’s pushing to penetrate me; I’m really not ready. “Wait! The condom, we can’t get pregnant!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, really?” WHAT???

“Fine, I’ll put the fucking condom on; just wait here.”

At least he did bring the condoms like I asked.

“Damn it, where are they, damn it, damn it, damn it!” Because he did bring them, right?

“Babe, I think I left them in my closet, but don’t worry, I can pull out; we can still have our night, right?” Forgot them?? Yeah, right!

"I don't know; we said it would be with protection." I need to stand firm; I can't get pregnant at 18.

"Oh, come on, it was just a mistake. Look, we can go raw tonight, and we'll buy some rubbers tomorrow; that way we can fuck like rabbits the whole trip."

So much for my romantic night.

"I really don't want to risk it. Maybe I could help you with my hands, and tomorrow we'll get the rubbers and start all over. What do you say?" Please say yes, please say yes.

"Fuck this, I can get a handy on my own."

"Come on, don't be like that; we still have many nights to do it. I just don't want to be nervous about it."

"Sure, whatever." He doesn't sound happy.

Great, now he's turned on the TV and is watching porn; at least he isn't jerking.

Scratch that, he's jerking now.

"Hey, babe, don't you think they might have rubbers at the front desk?" This is my last attempt at salvaging the night.

"Maybe. Why? Are you going out to get one?" Me????

"Well, since you're a gentleman, I think you could go and not risk your lovely girlfriend with all those nasty bikers out there." I mean, it's reasonable, right?

"Sure, whatever, but they better have condoms, or I'll be very pissed."

I don't even want to do it anymore, but I also don't want him to be angry, so maybe I'll just do what I need to do, and we'll get better with time, I guess.

"I got them!" Somehow flailing around a pack of condoms is not sexy.

He's getting naked really fast; luckily I'm still wearing my nightie, and my thong is still on the floor.

"Ok, baby, it's happening now; are you ready?" Not really.

"Yes, babe, just be gentle; it's been a while." Maybe if I use some spit before he enters...

"I know, I know."

Ouch, ouch, ouch, he is not being gentle; he thrust his cock deep in me, and I'm mostly dry. The lubrication from the condom is helping but not much.

"Yes, baby. It's just as I dreamed it; is it the same for you?" I can't believe he thinks I'm enjoying this.

"Mmmm," We really need to work on this, but he's just too eager. Tomorrow I'm sure he'll focus on me.

"I'm near, baby; I'm close. Are you close?" Not a chance.

"No, wait, slow down; I want us to end together." Fuck, he's not slowing down.

"Almost there, baby, yeeeees."

And he's done.

He's done! He kissed me, jumped out of bed, and went to the toilet. I'm not even close to having an orgasm; this isn't at all what I had dreamed of.

"That was amazing, baby. Did you cum too?" Is he for real???

"No, not even close. You didn't even get me horny to begin with. I expected to be cared for and pampered, eaten, fingered, and then fucked. You did none of that; basically you used me to masturbate and didn't even notice I wasn't turned on." There, I said it.

"What the fuck? Where did that come from? I thought you were into it. You were moaning and shit." I wasn't.

"Well, I wasn't into it, but look, I know this was our first time, and we'll have many more nights to get it right and drive each other crazy with amazing sex. We're learning, right?"

"Yeah, whatever, I'm tired. Good night."

"Yes, of course you drove all day. Good night, I love you!"

Fuck, he didn't reply.

I guess he's too tired, but he's being a jerk, and I shouldn't allow it, but we'll work it out, I'm sure.

"Yaaaaawn! Good morning, babe! Are you in the toilet, babe? BABE???" Maybe he fell asleep in there.

"Knock, knock, babe, shouldn't you be on the road soon?"

I'll have to open the door; hopefully he isn't pooping. I don't think I'm ready for that yet.

"Babe?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he's gone, he's gone, the suitcases are gone. Maybe he's loading them in the car? I can’t go out dressed like this to look for him. Maybe if I peek through the window.

"FUCK!!!" The car is gone.

Ok, now it’s time to panic, but maybe he just went to get us breakfast. Yeah, I’m sure that’s it. I’ll call him, and we’ll set everything straight.

This is fucking ridiculous; my phone is dead, my charger is in the suitcase, and even my thong is gone. All I have is a dead phone and a sheer nightie.

Oh, there’s a note near the TV; it’s his writing.

“Grace, this isn’t what either of us wanted. I need some time to think. I’m taking my suitcases with me. Good luck.”

No, this isn’t true; the love of my life didn’t just abandon me in a slasher film hotel on a road I don’t know without any means to get home. No, this isn’t happening. I’m sure he’s out there, waiting for me; this is all just a joke.

Yes, he has to be out there; I’ll open the door, and he’ll be right there waiting for me with his silly grin and a cup of coffee.

“No, no, NO!!! “Fuck, out there is only a huge, bearded biker; he saw me like this, LIKE THIS! Fuck, I hope he didn’t notice. Fuck, Richard is gone. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is really happening. I can’t go out naked like this. I can’t call anyone for help. Did he even pay for the hotel? Fuck, I’m fucked, and he’s the biggest asshole to ever set foot on the face of the earth, but now I have to find a way out.

“Knock, knock, knock.” Someone’s at the door; maybe it’s Rich.

“Miss, are you alright?” It’s not Rich; I don’t know who it is. This is it; this is how I die. I just hope he just kills me and doesn’t do things to me before that.

“Miss, you seemed very angry. Are you ok? Miss?” Maybe if I don’t reply, he’ll go away.

“Miss? Lady? Look, you don’t know me, but I would never leave a woman I think is in trouble, so I’ll be around if you need me. I’m Mastodon; just shout for me and I’ll come around.” Yeah, right, I’ll accept help from someone called Mastodon.

Ok, I think he’s gone.

I should take a shower, clear my head, and then figure out a plan.

The water is still barely warm, and the soap feels even worse on my skin than it did last night, but at least I’ll be clean for my public humiliation.

I don’t think there’s a lot I can do; I’ll have to go out soon and face the shame. Hopefully Mastodon isn’t around anymore. I don’t even know if Richard paid for the room, so I’ll probably have to run away in a transparent robe and sneakers. Great.

‘WROOOOOM WROOOOOM!!!’

Oh, thank god, the biker gang seems to be going. I’m almost sure Mastodon was with them.

Stepping out of the shower gave me an idea; maybe I could steal the towel and wrap myself in it. I look half decent, but it would fall down at the worst moment for sure, even more if I have to run.

Maybe a pillowcase? I could rip holes in it for my head and arms; yes, that could work.

‘RIIIIIIP.’

Ok, it works. I now look like a crazy homeless person that just took a bath at the town fountain. Maybe if I put the nightie over it.

Yeah, I still look crazy, but I’m not leaving my only piece of clothing behind, so this is it. Am I ready to run? Of course not. Do I have any choice? Not at all, so here goes nothing.

‘Knock, knock, knock.’ Fuck, Mastodon again.  “Miss, I’m sorry, but you have to vacate the room.” That’s not Mastodon. “You’re half an hour past your checkout time. I won’t charge extra, but you do have to leave now.”

“Hey, um, I’m sorry, but my boyfriend left me, and I have no way to pay for the room. I’m all alone in here, and he even took my clothes. Could you help me?” Fuck, I’m a beggar now.

“The room has been paid for, and I could let you make a call from the front desk, but I do need you to leave now.” At least the motherfucker paid for the room. “I’ll be at the front desk.”

Time to face the reality: I can’t stay here any longer. Here goes nothing, stepping out.

What’s this? Who left me a cup of coffee and a sandwich here? There’s a note.

“For the girl at 302, I’m sorry you’re having a crappy day; maybe this can make it a bit better, M.” M? As in Mastodon?

As I walk over to the front desk, I take a sip of my free coffee; it’s nasty and amazing at the same time. Maybe Mastodon isn’t as bad as I thought; I just hope this isn’t spiked.

“Hey there, I’m the girl in 302. Could I make that phone call? Also, do you have an iPhone charger?” Fuck, he’s eyeing the pillowcase; he’s going to ask me to return it or even pay for the damage.

“Yes and no, sorry.” The clerk is ugly as a bag of nails, but at least he’s kind.

Ok, Mom’s phone is ringing, and ringing, and ringing. Fuck, she doesn’t pick up; maybe she’s with Dad... Nothing, fuck, fuck, fuck!.

“Hey, did my boyfriend say anything when he paid for the room? Maybe he left a message for me?”

“Ummm, your boyfriend didn’t pay for the room; he ran in the middle of the night. I actually thought you both had skipped, but you were still asleep in the room, so I waited for you to pay.” What the fuck?

“But you said the room had been paid,” you fricking liar.

“Yes, but not by your boyfriend. Mastodon paid for it; he said you looked like you needed help.”

“Who the fuck is Mastodon?” I’m starting to get angry at this piece of...

“He’s sitting on his Harley in the parking lot, a big guy in his forties, with a thick beard, leather vest, and a tattoo on his neck, impossible to miss. He got here with his gang last night, before you lovebirds did. The gang left, but he stayed behind. I’ve seen them a few times; his gang comes, makes a mess of our rooms, and then they leave. It’s the first time he’s stuck around. Fuck, I bet he’s waiting for me; maybe I can sneak out without him noticing me.

“Do you think I could try the phone call one last time?”

“Sure, be my guest.”

Fuck, still no answer. I’m not surprised; they never pick up on unknown numbers.

I think I’ll have to hitchhike. I’ve never done it, and I know it can be dangerous, but I’d rather do that than stay here and face Mastodon.

“They’re not answering. Do you happen to know which way South Carolina is? I might have to hitchhike there.”

“Good luck with that; I think you would have to cross the road and beg for a miracle. If you want to try that phone call again, you can come back.”

Ok, time to do the worst walk of shame in history; at least the motherfucker left my sneakers behind.

I guess I can eat my sandwich while I wait for a good Samaritan to rescue me.

Ok, this is one good sandwich, or maybe I’m just too starved and this is like the only good thing that has happened to me since that prick took out his cock last night, ugh.

Half an hour and no one picks me up; maybe it has to do with the fact that I’m wearing a fucking potato sack and look homeless, to say the least. I hadn’t even registered the fact that I’m not wearing panties under this dress until a strong breeze almost blew it up.

“Wrooom! Wroooom!!!” Fuck, that’s a bike. Please don’t let it be Mastodon, please.

He is; he’s headed this way. I can’t run. I have no choice but to face the brute; maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll take no for an answer.

“Hey there, is everything alright?” Don’t answer; he’ll get the hint and go away.

“I don’t mean to bother you, but I saw that guy leave in the middle of the night, and then I saw you looking for him. I took the liberty of paying for the hotel night and getting you a snack from a nearby diner; I hope it was good for you.” Please go away, please, please.

“Look, I get it, big ugly guy with a neck tattoo and a loud bike; I must be a menace, but I promise you I’m not. I have a little daughter, and I would hate for something like this to happen to her. Do you need a ride?” Sure, revving up your bike helps your argument.

“Ok, how about this? I can take you walking to that dinner I told you about. We’ll be walking down the road in broad daylight, and there are a few businesses and homes along the way; you’ll be safe, and if you say the word, I’ll turn around and you’ll never see me again.”

“No, thanks, I don’t even have money, and I’m not hungry. The sandwich was enough, thanks.” Ok, maybe he’s not so bad, but still I want him gone.

“I figured the money thing; it’s alright, I can buy, but if you’re not hungry, I get it. Where are you headed? Maybe I could take you.” That pat on his bike seat sounds all but inviting. I don’t think we could both fit there, and I’m REALLY not dressed for riding.

“Ok, not a ride then. You’re not much of a talker, are you? How about I let you use my phone then?” He’s handing me his phone; his big, rugged hands scratch my hand as I take it.

“Umm, it’s locked.” Fuck, I can’t believe I’m talking to a guy called Mastodon.

“Mastodon123 all caps,” really? He just gave me his phone password?

“Thanks,” ringing, ringing, voicemail.

“My mom didn’t answer; can I call my dad?”

“Sure, whoever you want, I have a good plan; go crazy.” Ringing, ringing, voicemail, fuck.

“He won’t pick up either; I’m all out of options.” Fuck, I can’t believe I’m actually considering riding with him.

“How about calling the scumbag that left you here? Maybe he grew a conscience since he left. ” Not a chance, but I guess I could give it a go.

“Sure, I’ll try.” Please don’t pick up... or do, I don’t even know what I want.

Fuck, he picked up. I guess I'd rather walk away from Mastodon; I don’t want him to hear my drama.

“Richard, what the hell?”

“Grace? What the fuck do you want?”

“What do you mean??? You left me stranded and naked without money or clothes or even my charger in the middle of fucking nowhere! Come back and pick me up, take me home, and we’ll never talk again.”

“Fuck you, you should’ve thought about that before being a nympho bitch. You’re on your own; I dumped your stuff on the road. Walk back, and you might still find it. Fuck you.” ‘Click’, fucking asshole.

I don’t want to, but I can’t help but cry. Fucking idiot, he really dumped me like this. I’m a mess, and I would rather run than face him, but I need to give Mastodon his phone back.

“Here, mister Mastodon, thank you, sniff.” Now what the fuck am I going to do?

“I take it it didn’t go well. Look, he’s a scumbag, and he obviously doesn’t deserve a nice, polite, pretty redhead like you. The offer to give you a ride is still open, if you’re interested.” Fuck, I guess I could.

“Thank you, mister Mastodon. I don’t think I could. I mean, I’m sure you need to go find your biker friends, and I live far away; maybe a truck can give me a ride.”

“It’s just Mastodon, without the mister, and you are?”

“Grace, but my friends call me Gracie, so Gracie, thank you, mister...” Damn, he has a scary, stern look. “I mean Mastodon.”

“My friends have moved on to the route; I decided to stay behind to make sure you’re ok. If you don’t want my help, I get it, but at least let me keep you company while you get a ride. Just be warned there aren’t many trucks coming this way; they all take the highway, and the folks that could pick you up here could be... not good for you. Still, I respect it and am willing to keep you company, if that’s what you want.” He sounds sincere, but so did Rich. Fuck, what should I do?

“Look, mis... Mastodon, you seem like an ok guy, but I’m really not dressed for a bike, and I’d rather get a ride from someone...” Fuck, how do I say it?

“Someone that doesn’t look like me? Hahahaha!” No! I mean yes, but I didn’t want to sound like that.

“No, it’s just the cold air; I have nothing to cover myself with.”

Is he really taking his vest off?

“Here, it’ll float on you, but you should be warm enough while we find you some new clothes.” New clothes? Who is he? Santa?

"I'm not sure; I haven't said yes, but am I even going to fit? It seems kind of small back there." Fuck, I didn't just call him fat.

"Hahahaha! Don't worry, Gracie, I can scoot to the front, and the seat is ergonomic, and your tiny tush will fit just right."

It does look like a comfy seat, but I'm worried about that part that protrudes in the front.

"So, where do you live, Gracie?"

"South Carolina, near Charleston, but it's fine if you can only take me to the highway so I can hitchhike."

"Damn, you're a long way from home, but I wouldn't be a proper knight in shiny armor with a trusty steed if I left you stranded on an unknown highway. So I guess we'll ride to Charleston." Him slapping his bike and calling it a steed actually made me chuckle.

"I guess we will." Fuck, did I just say yes?

"We're on, then; let me get you the spare helmet." Fuck, I did say yes.

"This is scientifically designed to keep you safe and make you look silly; it works every time." Is he flirting or just being silly?

The helmet is too big on me, but I guess it's better than nothing.

"Would you look at that? It actually looks good on you. I guess it's specially designed for cute redheads with curly hair," he IS flirting.

“Thanks. Are you sure about this? I don’t want to impose on you; I’m sure you had loads of fun planned with your gang.” Fuck, I didn’t mean to call him a gang member.

“Oh, yeah, but that was the same old fun; this is a whole new adventure. And yes, I’m sure. I’d like to think that someday my little girl will need help and someone will be there for her, as I am here for you today.” I think he’s telling the truth; I hope I don’t regret this.

“Ok, so, have you ever ridden a bike?” Fuck, I haven’t.  I shake my head, worried that it’s going to be a deal breaker.

“Alright, no problem. You’ll obviously ride behind me. If I start squeezing you, let me know, and I’ll scoot. I know I’m big and don’t want to crush you. Keep your feet on the footrests all the time. You can hold on to me or to the grips by the seat, however you prefer, I don’t mind either way. If you see me lean to a side, match my movement slowly. Luckily you’re as tiny as a mouse, so your weight won’t be an issue at all.

“So, are you ready?” Fuck no, I’m not ready.

“I guess.” I’m really not.

“Alright, you need to put your left foot on the footrest and pass your right leg over the bike; it’s easy.” Yeah, easy, try to do it wearing a fucking pillowcase and a sexy nightie.

Ok, I’m on the bike. Luckily, he was facing away and didn’t see me opening my legs. The dress rode up past my ass and exposed my pussy. I don’t think anyone saw it.

“We really need to get you something to wear; I’m sure we’ll find a thrift shop along the way.” Damn it, maybe he did see something.

“Alright Gracie, are you ready for an adventure?” Not at all.

“Not at all.”

“Too bad!!”

‘WROOOOM WROOOM!!!’

And off we go. I don’t know whether to grab on to him or to the bike or keep pulling my clothes down so my pussy won’t show.

I guess the dress can ride up; no one will see me anyway. I'd rather not fly off the bike. I'll grab the bike then.

Ok, the road is nice, and riding the bike is awesome. Mastodon is driving calmly; I didn't expect it from his looks. He’s trying to make small talk, but the noise won’t let me hear him.

Even with his vest, the autumn air is giving me the chills; my nipples are hurting from scratching the rough fabric from my makeshift dress. Maybe I’ll have to hold on to Mastodon, seize his body warmth.

“I BET YOU CAN’T GRAB YOUR HANDS WHILE GOING AROUND ME!!!” I really can’t.

“HAHAHA, I CAN STILL TRY!”

Ok, grabbing on to him worked for the cold, but that protruding part on the seat? It’s now pressing against my pussy, against my bare pussy, and the vibration of the bike is making me feel things I know I shouldn’t be feeling. Hopefully I’ll get used to it and it’ll go away.

Mmmm, it’s not going away.

Damn, it does feel nice. And after last night's fiasco, getting some attention feels nice, even if it's from the world's strangest vibrator.

What would happen if I rocked my hips back and forth a bit?

Mmmmm yes, that hits the spot. I hope Mastodon doesn’t notice what is going on here.

Oh, god, every time he revs his bike the vibration is better. Is it normal that he revs it without going faster?

Am I holding on to him too tightly? I mean, I don't want to fall down, but also I'm using him to ease my movements against the seat.

Oh, God, it's starting to feel too good.

“Hey, Mastodon? Umm, could we mmmmm stop?”

'WROOOOM!!! WROOOOM!!!'

"SORRY, CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!"

'WROOOOM!!! WROOOOM!!!'

Oh God, if he doesn't stop, I'm gonna... I'm gonna... “UGH GOD, YES!!!” Fuck, I just came, on the bike, clawing at Mastodon's shoulders.

The worst part is that it was amazing and I want more.

"Can you keep revving your steed?" I'm getting more.

"WHAT???" Fuck, he's making me say it again.

"CAN YOU KEEP REVVING?" There, I said it.

"SURE, JUST EASE UP ON THE NAILS," he knows.

My whole body is resting against Mastodon's back; my right hand instinctively goes to my pussy, while my left is around his belly.

My fingers are flicking my clit as the seat rubs my pussy and the vibration closes the deal. I'm cumming again, hard.

"MASTODON!!! I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR RIDE, FUCK YES, YEEEES!!!"

“I THINK SHE LIKES YOU TOO,”

‘WROOOM!! WROOOOOOM!!!!’ Yes, yes, keep revving it, yeeeees!!! Oh god.

I’m too wet; I think I’ve stained his seat, maybe even his jeans. Oh, God, I've never done anything like this. I should be ashamed of myself, but I actually want more.

"I WANT TO CUM AGAIN!!!" There is no point in me hiding what I'm doing.

"YES MADAM!!!"

'WROOOOM!!! WROOOOM!!!'

'WEE-OOO, WEE-OOO,'

"HARVEY, PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY!" Fuck, it’s the cops. Did they see me???

We're slowing down; Mastodon isn't revving his Harley anymore.

"Relax, honey, let me do the talking. If they make me get off the bike, send a WhatsApp to Jackal with a pig emoji and our location. Do not leave the bike, and if anyone asks, you're my niece Grace, and I'm Uncle Raymond. Say no more." He’s giving me his phone again; obviously this isn't his first time being pulled over.

"Yes, Uncle Raymond," he looks more like a Mastodon than a Raymond.

"Hello sir, can I have your license and proof of insurance?"

"First tell me why the fuck you pulled me over, pig!" Fuck, he is scary when he means it.

"You were driving erratically and being too loud, sir."

“It’s a fucking Harley; they’re supposed to be loud so morons on the road hear us coming. It’s for my safety, jackass. And the fucking road is a mess; if I didn’t swerve, I’d be on the ground thanks to those potholes. What else have you got against me, pig?”  Fuck, he’s going to get us into trouble; I knew I shouldn’t have accepted his help. 

“Yeah, well, the girl has a missing persons report, so I’m taking you in as a suspect on kidnapping.” Fuck, that’s bullshit. Mastodon is eyeing me funny.

“Fuck that, she’s my niece Gracie; I’m just giving her a ride around the country.” Thank god he didn’t believe him.

“Really? And does Gracie have an ID to corroborate that?” Damn.

“Fuck you, she doesn’t have to give you anything, asshole. Get me your supervisor; I’m done talking with a street dog.”

“Sir, you are making this way more difficult than it has to be. Either give me your documentation or we’ll have to arrest you.” This is getting serious.

“FUCK. YOU. I know my rights. I want your supervisor, or let me go. Those are your two options.”

“Are you refusing to identify yourself on a lawful traffic stop?”

“I’m requesting the presence of your supervisor, which you are legally bound to comply with. Get me your supervisor, and he’ll get my documentation.”

“Wait here then; don’t try to leave, or you’ll be in big trouble.” Are we running?

"Usually I would skip. But I can't put you at risk, so we'll see it through. Remember, I'm Uncle Raymond Bateman, married to your Aunt Belle Bateman, and you're Gracie..."

"Oh, Grace Lloyd, nice to meet you." Maybe I shouldn't whisper into his ear, but it's fun seeing him squirm.

"Alright Gracie, play along and we'll be gone in no time. " Yes please, I want to keep riding; I looooove riding.

"Sure thing, Uncle Ray," hugging his belly feels good.

The policeman is coming back, and he doesn't look happy.

"Alright, reinforcements are on the way; in the meantime, get off the bike," damn it, he's going for his cuffs.

"Make me, pig." This is not looking good.

"I would if you didn't weigh 600 pounds, fat bastard."

"I knew you didn't have the balls; all you pigs are the same, spineless slime."

"That's it. Get the fuck off the bike or get tased, your choice."

"Tase me, I dare you. I haven't committed any crime, PIG!!!"

"That's it, you're coming with me." That motherfucker just tased Mastodon. Ok, time to send that message.

What was the name? It was something big and mean... Was it Rhino? Buffalo? Mammut? Jackal!!

Ok, I sent the message. His reply was "on route, ETA 1 hour." 1 fucking hour? What am I supposed to do in the meantime???

"Alright miss, you're safe now." Fuck, he's eyeing my crotch.

"What am I safe from? My uncle??? Let him go, you pigs!!!!" Where the fuck did that come from?

"Miss, he's a very dangerous biker; his gang has been reported for many crimes. You're lucky we found you." He keeps looking at my pussy; there's little I can do to cover it without getting off the bike.

"You didn't find me; I'm taking a ride with my uncle!” This fucking pig is getting on my nerves.

“And on that ride you forgot to wear actual clothes? I think you’re being kidnapped.” He keeps staring at my crotch, fucking creep.

“What I wear is none of your damn business; I’m a free spirit not constrained by your fucking rules. Now let go of my uncle. I’ve just told you, repeatedly, that I’m in no danger and he’s family.” What the fuck am I even doing?

“We’ll see about that; get off the bike.” Damn, what do I do?

“You leave her alone, you fascist pig; she’s not driving, so she doesn’t have to do shit!”

“I’ll stay here until your boss comes here, if you don’t mind. If you try tasing me, I’ll sue you for attempted sexual assault. How about that?”

“Fucking psycho, stay right there.” I can’t believe that worked.

The cops are distracted, and Mastodon is sitting on the curb looking at me; he’s mouthing something, I think it’s “good girl.” I don’t know who this girl is that defends bikers and masturbates on the road, but somehow I decide to spread my legs and finger my pussy as he sees me, surprised. Fuck, the cop almost saw me; I barely dodged a bullet.

“Jackal, one hour,” I mouth and do hand signals to Mastodon. He gets it and smiles widely; somehow I know we’ll get out of this.

“Hey, pig, is your boss taking too long? I need to take a dump; I figure it’s going to be about as big as you are!!”

“Shut the fuck up; you’ll get to shit when you’re cozy in your cell.”

“Not gonna happen. You might as well let me go here, before I shit my pants and sue you for torturing me.” Damn, he is nasty, and, in this situation, that’s somehow arousing.

They are just bickering, back and forth. I have no way to know how long it’s been, but they’ve been at it for a while. My ass is asleep, and my pussy craves attention, but nothing else happens.

A second patrol car has arrived; apparently it’s the sergeant.

“Alright, what do we have here?” He’s big and has a deep voice; he commands respect.

“Your pig here stopped me for no reason other than being a biker with a cute girl in tow.

“Sir, this gentleman,”

“Oh, I’m a gentleman now? I thought I was a fat bastard! HA!”

“He was swerving and revving unnecessarily. I stopped him, and I’m pretty sure he kidnapped the girl in his backseat.”

“Fuck, wait here.” He’s coming here; how do I play this?

“Hello miss, are you alright?”

“Yes, officer…”

“Sergeant Rolland,”

“Sergeant, I’ve been trying to explain to your officer, who hasn’t even bothered to introduce himself, that I’m Richard’s niece, he’s taking me on a ride as we usually do, and your officer somehow thought I was being kidnapped!” Ok, innocent and dumb might work.

“So, you know that guy??” Duh!

“That’s my uncle Richard Bateman, married to my aunt Belle. I’m Grace Lloyd. Nice to meet you, Sergeant Rolland.” Oh no! My dress rode up, and he might’ve seen way too much. Oops.

“And you’re with him willingly?”

“I would never ride with a stranger, sergeant.” Ok, that was actually funny for me.

“Ok, hang on tight here.” Seems like he bought it.

“So, the girl is at most a fashion victim, but she doesn’t seem to be kidnapped by mister...”

“Bateman, Richard Bateman,”

“By Mr. Bateman here, so, swerving?”

“I was just avoiding potholes.” We’re lucky there are actually potholes just behind us.

“And the revving?”

“I drive a Harley; they are loud. It’s a safety matter for us, but I wasn’t being overly loud.”

“I’m somehow inclined to believe Mr. Bateman here. Anything else to add, Officer Ramirez?”

“He was being rowdy and refused to produce his documents upon request.”

“Oh, he was being rowdy, was he? Mister Bateman, could I see your license and registration?”

“Sure thing, just get me out of these cuffs.” Fuck, he’s actually opening the handcuffs.

“Here they are, license and registration. As you can see, the bike is in my name, and all is in order.”

“Give me a second; we need to run this through the system, officer, with me.” Lol, it’s actually working, I’ll be damned.

“Hey there, Gracie, you’re a goddamn mistress; you had the pig boss eating out of your palm. ” Yes, I was.

“I have a trick or two up my sleeves.”

“Maybe up your skirt.” Lol, he knows what I did. I think he deserves an up-close flash. I never thought I would willingly flash a biker, and it turns me on like crazy having his eyes fixed on my wet pussy.

“That’s the hottest shit I’ve seen in my life, but put it away before Sergeant Horny sees us, and our family charade goes down the drain. Here he comes.”

“Alright, everything checks out. Unfortunately, the swerving does deserve an infraction, and since the officer tased you to get you off your bike, you’ll have to come with us to the station to fill out some paperwork and take your statement.” Fuck.

“Uncle, could you, ummm, turn around for a bit? I need to talk to the Sergeant here in private.” Damn, I’m actually doing this.

I hope another flash of my pussy is enough to get us going.

“Are you sure you need him to go to the station? I’m getting cold, see?” Yes, stare at my hard nipples, now some accidental pussy, “I would reaaaaally love for us to get back on the road.” My pussy needs that revving NOW!

“I... look, you’re amazing, and in any other circumstances I would gladly agree, but his data is in the system now, and he needs to sign some stuff so I can let him go.” Fuck, it didn’t work.

“It’s alright, Gracie. I’m sure the officer will allow us to follow them on the bike, since you can’t ride it on your own and we won’t leave you stranded here alone.” The motherfucker didn’t turn around; he saw the whole show.

“Alright, but I’m keeping your documents until you sign off at the station. Let’s go. Miss, do you want to ride in my car? It’s way warmer than the bike.”

“No, thanks. My uncle keeps me warm. Just a silly question: how far away is the police station?”

“It’s a five-minute ride.” Fuck, that’s not enough.

“Follow me then.”

“Send another message to Jackal; tell him we’re going to the station and to meet us there.” Mastodon is back to his sweet voice; he’s just so weird.

“Alright,”

“And don’t do your thing for now; the pigs are on us like hawks.”

“Pig-hawks then, got it.” Damn, that was a bad joke even for me.

“Ha! Beware of the pig-hawks; they’ll shit on you before hunting you down! HAHAHAHA!”

And we’re off. The vibration of the Harley is making me horny again; I can feel myself being wet again.

“HEY, DO YOU KNOW HOW A NIECE TASTES?” Yes, I am fingering myself; I don’t care if the cops suspect it. “LIKE THIS!” Fuck, him licking the pussy juices out of my finger while riding is almost too much.

Damn it, we’re already at the station.

“Alright, Mister Bateman, if you don’t mind, come with me and you’ll be on your way in no time. Miss Lloyd, you can come too, so you won’t freeze out here.”

“I’d rather wait for my uncle here, thank you, Mister Sergeant.” Fuck, he’s coming my way.

“Hey, honey, if you ever, umm, want to give service to a sergeant, please call me; I’m sure I can pay better than a greasy gang member.” This motherfucker thinks I’m a hooker; that’s a first for me. I better take his card and play along.

“Sure thing, officer, I’ll call you as soon as I’m free.” That means never, pig.

I guess now I wait until he’s out.

Fuck, it’s been a while.

‘WROOOM!!!! WROOOOOOOOOM!!!’ I know that roaring; it’s Mastodon’s gang. Here they come.

They are over 20 bikers; some have girls in tow, and there are also a couple of vans following them.

“Who are you, and why are you on Mastodon’s bike?” I bet Mastodon could kick this poser’s ass.

“I’m Grace, Mastodon’s niece. He told me to stay put, so I did.”

“Yeah, sure, niece. He’s inside?” I just nodded, and now they all started revving their engines; the sound is way too loud.

Not a minute goes by before the cop that arrested Mastodon comes out.

“OK, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” What do you think it is, motherfucker?

“WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE, PIG?? RELEASE OUR BROTHER NOW!!!”

All this motor noise is making my head hurt; I can’t imagine how the people inside the station feel, but it can’t be nice.

“HE’S BEING PROCESSED; HE’LL BE OUT IN A COUPLE OF HOURS!” Then prepare yourself for a couple of hours of noise.

“ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TWO HOURS OF AN ANGRY MOTORCYCLE CLUB PARADING AROUND YOUR TOWN?”

‘WROOOOOM, WROOOOOOM!!!!’ They are getting louder.

"OK PEOPLE, STOP THE NOISE SO WE CAN TALK IN A CIVILIZED MANNER!!"

"LET OUR FRIEND GO OR WE'LL KEEP THE TOWN AWAKE ALL NIGHT!!" Fuck yeah, let my friend go, you pigs!!

"HE COMMITTED AN INFRACTION THAT IS BEING PROCESSED; GIVE ME A FEW MINUTES AND HE'LL..."

They all started shouting in unison: "FREE Mastodon, FREE Mastodon!!!"  As they rev their engines, the guys on the vans start unloading something. I think it's speakers.

With a wave of his hand, Jackal makes the noise quiet down.

"You have however long it takes for my guys to set up the speakers to free him; if we start the party, I can't tell when it'll end."

"If you try that, you will all go to jail." Now the pig is getting serious.

"You don't have the manpower, and you know it."

"State police are less than an hour away; are you sure you want to risk it?"

"One hour of fun is plenty for these party beasts; do YOU want to risk it?"

Fuck, this is getting tense; the sergeant is coming out now. The cop and he are talking; boss-pig doesn’t look pleased, he’s shaking his head a lot.

“Alright sir, would you mind telling your guys to ease up on the noise for a bit so we can talk?” He’s trying the polite route; let’s see if it works with Jackal.

Another wave of his hand and they all quiet down, but they are still unloading the truck.

“Go on.”

“Hi, I’m Sergeant Rolland, and you are?”

“Jackal, say your piece.”

“Alright, Mr. Jackal, your friend Mr. Bateman was uncooperative during a lawful traffic stop, and my officer escalated things unnecessarily. Mistakes were made on both sides; my officer will face disciplinary action and will have to take a course on de-escalation.”

“What do I care about what you pigs do?” Jackal is quite unlikeable.

“As I was saying. Mr. Bateman is not being charged with a felony, so he’s not under arrest, but due process is still mandatory, and paperwork must be filled out, along with his statement. The good news is he’s almost done and should be out in a couple of minutes.”

Another wave of Jackal’s hands, and they are all back to revving and parading in front of the police station.

“THEN YOU GET A COUPLE OF MINUTES OF THIS!!!” I’m starting to dislike this guy, but at least it seems his strategy is working; the sergeant rushed inside, along with the officer.

“I’m free, bitches!!!” Mastodon is out! I never thought I’d be so happy to see a bearded biker in my life.

“Uncle!!!” I rushed off the bike. I’m pretty sure Jackal and a few others got a nice view of my open pussy, but I don’t care.

Hugging Mastodon feels nice; I can’t believe I’m so comfortable with him.

“Alright, enough with the family reunion. Girl, you need to give Mastodon his cut back. We will have words about that later; for now, let’s go celebrate your release.” I’m liking him less and less every time he speaks.

“Celebrate? What does he mean?”

“I’m sorry about this; it’s customary. They just helped me out of jail, so we have to go drink ourselves silly. I can’t say no; I’m already in enough trouble for lending you my vest. If you want, I can give you a couple hundred bucks, and you could be on your way home.” But I don’t want to leave.

“Would it be ok if I just, like, tag along? I don’t feel like going back to my reality.” Who am I??

“Little mouse, you can be my pillion rider anytime.” Little mouse, I love it.

“Would you help me get on your bike? It’s sorta big for me.” He really deserves a good show after all the trouble I’ve put him through.

I take a long while crossing my leg over his bike. I make sure I’m nice and exposed for him. Lifting my dress a bit after sitting down closes the deal.

“Is that a roll of quarters, or are you just happy to have me be your pillion rider?”

“Little mouse, I’ve been hard since you first climbed on my bike; it’s starting to hurt.”

“Maybe we could do something about that; you deserve something for being so awesome.”

“I’ll never say no to that, but for now we need to ride. Are you ready?”

“Please tell me it’s more than a 10-minute ride, and you’ll rev hard for me.”

“Yes and yes.”

‘WROOOOOM, WROOOM,’ fuck yeah, just like that, I’m wet again in no time.

I finger my clit as we ride. I’m giving him tastes every now and then; he licks my fingers clean every time. I’m trying to reach his cock, but he’s too big for me.

“CAN I COME?” I’m really enjoying his bike.

“YES, COME FOR ME!!”

Putting a finger in me isn’t easy in this position, but I made it; he keeps grabbing my leg as I finger-fuck my pussy.

“I’M CUMMING AGAIN, MASTODON. YOUR BIKE IS MAKING ME CUM AGAIN!!!”

I think I dug my nails into his shoulder again, but I couldn’t help it; this one was the best of the three... so far.

Just in time, we’re pulling over to a roadside bar; it looks just like the kind of place I imagine a bike gang would go to. Still, I feel quite safe around these guys, mostly because Mastodon is bigger than any of them.

“Alright, time to drink!!!” Jackal is clear on what he wants.

I think I’d better hang on to Mastodon.

“You go with the rest of the chicks; we have club things to discuss.” Alright, Mastodon just used his rough voice with me; that’s a first.

“Come with us, babe, we’ll take care of you. I’m Wendy; you can call me Wen. These are the girls. I take it you’re new to this, right?” You can bet your round ass I am.

“Is it that obvious? ” I know it is.

“Yeah, it is, mostly because Mastodon didn’t start the ride with you; you just showed up.”

Wen seems nice; she’s a bit older than the rest of the girls. Most look about my age, maybe a bit more. She’s closing in on 30, but with her tight jeans and leather corset, she’s hotter than anyone here.

“Oh, yeah, Mastodon is my uncle, and he picked me up mid-ride. I’m Grace, by the way.”

“Yes, sure, we’re all nieces from the gang.” So, maybe I don’t need to say that here?

“HAHAHAHAHA!!!” All the girls are laughing at that; it seems like that is a common lie here.

“Look, Grace, no one here cares who you are or why you’re riding with Mastodon. Today you’re part of the family, and you’re under its protection; relax and have a beer with us. ” I’m not really a fan of beer, but I feel like a drink is what I need the most right now.

“So, want to share your story? I’m Clarie.” Hi Claire, nice cleavage.

“Yeah, well, Mastodon is my knight in shining vest with a steel steed. I got dumped on the side of the road with no clothes, no money, and no charge on my phone, and he took care of me.”

“Give me your phone; I think I have the same model. I can charge it for you.” Claire also seems nice, but I feel like her tits are popping out any second now.

“Thank you so much! Anyway, we were having fun on the road,” loads of fun, sweaty, shaky, orgasmic fun, “when we got pulled over by the cops for some bullshit charges, and Mastodon fought back. That’s when you all came to the rescue, and now we’re here.” I don’t really feel like sharing how my boyfriend left me half fucked and naked in an unpaid hotel room.

“Oh, damn, that’s a good story. I’m actually Jackal’s niece; that’s why we all laughed. I’ve been riding with him since I turned 18; we’ve been through a lot.” I could swear they kissed earlier; maybe I saw wrong, but who am I to judge what Wen and Jackal do anyway?

“So, where were you headed before being interrupted?” Me? Heaven, for the third time.

“Mastodon was going to give me a ride to Charleston; I guess we’ll have to change our plans.” I don’t even care at this point; I’m actually having a good time.

“Seems that way. You don’t seem too worried, though.” Wen is good at reading people.

“You did just say that I’m under the family protection, right?”

“Yes, you are; this is a safe place. You can be sure of that.”

“That’s why I’m not worried; I feel safe. I know I’ll get home eventually; my only concern right now is calling my parents to tell them I’m fine.” Fuck, I haven’t thought about that for a while.

“Your phone has some juice; why don’t you call them now?” Claire and her side boobs are heaven-sent.

“Alright, who wants to be my friend from school who I bumped into on the road and is giving me a ride?” They all shot up their hands; this is an interesting bunch. Claire seems like a good choice.

“I’m Gracie Lloyd, in case she asks. And you are?”

“Claire McKay.”

Ok, here goes nothing; let’s see what my mom says.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Mom.”

“Gracie, how are you? Are you ok?”  Damn it, maybe Richard already went with them.

“Yes, Mom, I’m ok. Why do you ask?”

“It’s just weird that you would call me in the middle of your romantic getaway with Richard.” Great, she doesn’t know.

“Yeah, about that, Richard and I are done. I bumped into Claire from school at a gas station, and we started chatting. Richard didn’t like that, and he dumped me on the spot.”

“Oh, my god, that is terrible, honey. Are you ok? Do you need us to come pick you up or send you money for the bus?”

“I’m ok, Mom. Claire has offered to give me a ride, but she’s doing a long road trip, and I’m joining her and her family. They are very cool people and are taking good care of me.” I’m a fricking liar, and just last week I was all honesty.

“Are you sure you’re ok? We can come and get you; you don’t need to bother those strangers.”

“They are not strangers, Mom; it’s Claire from school. I went to her house a couple of times to do school projects. I’m sure you remember her.” She doesn’t; I made her up.

“I think I do; let me talk to her.” I knew it.

Ever since I said her name, Claire has been eavesdropping on my convo with Mom; having her so close made her cleavage open for me, and I got an eyeful of her tits and nipples; they are both pierced.

“Hey, Mrs. Lloyd?”

“Yes, is this Claire from Village Valley Elementary?” Fuck, she’s trying to trick her. Luckily Claire turned to see me, and I was able to mouth ‘Northview.’

“No, Miss Lloyd, I’m Claire McKay from Northview. I didn’t know Gracie went to another elementary.”

“Oh, no, I must’ve been thinking about her sister.” Again, a trap. I mouth ‘no sister.’

“I thought Gracie didn’t have sisters.” I give her a thumbs up; maybe this is enough.

“Yes, sorry, my mind is everywhere today. So, you’re on a road trip with your parents, Claire?”

“Yes, madam, Dad is taking a nap in the car, and my mom, Gracie, and I are having lunch in the meantime.”

“That’s wonderful, dear. Do you think I could speak with your mom then?” Fuck, I haven’t thought that far ahead.

“Sure, let me ask her.” Claire is waving at Wendy; she doesn’t have the mother type in any way.

“It’s Gracie’s mom; she wants to talk to you, Mom.” Wen grabs my phone, this is all going to shit quickly.

“Yes, this is Wendy McKay. Who is this?” I take that back; she does a great mom voice.

“I’m Charlotte Lloyd, Gracie’s mother. Is she alright? I mean, is everything alright with her? All of this is just so sudden.”

“Oh, Charlotte, it is so nice to finally meet you, at least over the phone. Yes, Gracie has been lovely. I really believe that God sent us her way so we could help her. What that inconsiderate boy did... You know what? It’s not very Christian of me to speak ill of anyone, so I’ll just leave it at that.”

“Yes, of course, I understand it. Look, I know my daughter can be a handful, and I don’t want to impose her on you and your lovely family. We could arrange some way for her to grab a bus and come back home without causing you guys any more trouble.”

“Nonsense, right now she’s our little daughter and a sister to Claire; she’s part of my family for the following days. God never does anything in vain; she was sent our way, and we intend to honor what Him expects of us. I hope you don’t mind if we include her in our daily prayers; she’s been so eager to join us.”

“That’s just unusual. Are you sure she’s not bothering you?”

“Not at all; if anything, she’s been a great companion for our little Claire, who was getting tired of his folks.”

“Ok, I guess it’s alright then. Could I speak with my daughter, please?”

“Sure thing, Charlotte, we should get together some day. I’m sure we could share some interesting stories about our girls.”

“Hey, Mom.”

“Honey, are you sure you’re ok with them? They sound a little too religious.”

“Yes, Mom, they are alright; you don’t need to worry.”

“So why hadn’t you contacted us until now?” Mom sounds upset.

“Oh, that? Yeah, my phone was dead, and the charger went with Richard’s things. It was a whole situation. I just got my hands on a charger just now, and the first thing I did was call you. I tried calling you and Dad from a public payphone, but you didn’t pick up.”

“Was that you? Honey, you know we don’t pick up on unknown numbers. Anyway, when are you coming back?” Ok, she took some blame; she’s diverting.

“I’m not sure; the McKays have a whole schedule, but I’m safe, and they are good people.”

“Ok, I guess you are in good hands. I’ll let your father know, so expect a call from him.”

“Yes, Mom.” I shouldn’t have sounded so annoyed at that.

“Ok, ok, I’ll leave you alone then; whenever you can, send us your location.” Yeah, I’m not sending you the location to a bikers bar.

“Sure thing, bye!” That went better than I expected.

“Thank you, girls, for that; you have no idea how much you’ve helped me.”

Wen is the first to respond. “No problem, you can pay us by inviting the next round.”

“Umm... I... did you hear my story? I don’t even have knickers on!” Ok, maybe that was TMI.

Wen laughs hysterically. “HAHAHAHA! You’re so fun! Come, let’s get you something to drink; the family buys.”

I’m starting to really love this family.

Wen went to the bar and came back with three beers. There are other girls, but they all are doing their own stuff.

“So, why are you wearing a pillowcase? Is that a fashion statement, or are you a hippie?” Claire asked. She’s one to talk about fashion statements.

“I sort of got dumped in the hotel where the family stayed last night. The prick left with all my clothes but my nightie, so I had to improvise something.”

“Are you saying you don’t have any more clothes? At all???” Wen is horrified.

“Not in this state, or the next two or other three, I think.”

“Fuck, girl, you should’ve said that. Do you want to borrow something?” Claire is nice for offering it, but I’m pretty sure the pillowcase is more my style than her femme-fatale clothes.

“I can’t begin to say how much I appreciate your offer, but Mastodon offered to take me shopping at a thrift shop, and I’m actually looking forward to that. If I show up in sexy garments, he might back down.”

“Oh, I’m sure he would be devastated by that!” Wen is in a better mood already.

The rest of the afternoon goes by smoothly; the girls and I spend a long time talking, having a few beers, and eating lunch. Wen is Jackal’s partner, and Claire is with the accountant; that’s his ‘official’ name. Apparently it’s very common for a biker to pick up a girl along the road, but it’s not common to leave the gang for said girl, which is why Mastodon may be in trouble.

Suddenly a loud voice comes from the other room. “ALRIGHT FAMILY! WE HAVE A NEW ROUTE!”

Wen stands up immediately. “It’s Jackal. Come with me.”

She’s pulling me with her to where the gang is reunited.

“Mastodon has asked for the club’s support, and we have answered. Our new destination is Charleston; we’ve never been there, so we should be ready for anything. We will take a couple of days to get there; for now we ride. LET’S GO PEOPLE!”

“Alright, seems like we will get to know your hometown. Way to go, new girl.” I don’t even know who this girl is.

I finally meet Mastodon again, and he seems happy.

“Ok, little mouse, it’s time to ride. Are you sure you want to come with me? There are other, more handsome, leaner guys that I’m sure would be more than glad to take you.” Oh, he looks so cute when he’s playing victim.

I put my arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips. I’m stretching my arms up quite a bit, and I’m sure my dress has ridden up at least to mid-ass. Mastodon’s beard tickles my face, but his lips are soft and warm. He takes my kiss and reciprocates, giving me a tender and slow kiss as he grabs me by the waist and easily lifts me. He covers my ass with his other hand, without touching it.

“There was no skinny, extra handsome guy to save me; there was only my Mastodon and his steel steed, and I’d rather stay with them than with a hundred other bikers.” I say as I plant another kiss on his lips.

He picks me up and carries me as if I were his bride; once outside, he sets me gently on the pillion seat of his bike.

I open my legs more than I need to, and he closes them a bit. “Let’s keep that show private. I appreciate the help with the pig, but now, I’d rather be the only one with the privilege.”

“As you wish, my handsome knight.”

He gets on the bike and starts revving.

I lean in to whisper into his ear, "It already feels good, but maybe you want me to save something for you?"

"Yes please, save as much as you can." He sounds really excited.

We ride for a few hours, and I keep getting turned on. I lean on Mastodon, but lean back before I'm too far gone. I repeat that for a while. I edge myself so many times I lose count; more than once I give in and start fingering myself, but I manage to restrain myself. Somehow we make it to the hotel without me cumming.

“Ok, little mouse, we’ll sleep here tonight; it’s not fancy, but it’s what we all can afford for this trip.” He’s actually concerned; that’s sweet.

“It’s perfect.” It looks exactly the same as the one from last night, but this time I knew what to expect.

Mastodon grabbed my hand and is leading me to a room. “This is us. The guys are having a drink in the next room, so they’ll be loud; I hope you don’t mind.”

“I think we can find something to do while they drink,” I say, and I wink at him; he gives me a goofy smile that doesn’t match his rough looks.

As we enter the room, I see basically the same as I did the night before: two beds, an old TV, and a drawer. Nothing special, nothing great, but somehow this is different; I had no high expectations.

“I think I’ll have a shower; I feel the road still on me,” I say as I walk towards the bathroom.

Mastodon is walking over towards me. “Wait, little mouse, there is something I’ve been wanting to do since I first saw you with that getup,” as he says that, he raises his hands and puts them on the collar of my makeshift dress.

I think I understand what he wants to do. I nod, and he pulls hard on the pillowcase, ripping it open, a little first, creating some cleavage.

He slides his hands down on the opening he created; his fingers graze the side of my tits, which gives me goosebumps and makes my nipples stand firmer than they were.

Mastodon is taking his time with this. He’s reached the bottom of the rip and grabs tightly the fabric again. I feel the pull on my whole body; his strong hands could hurt me doing this. He could take me immediately if he wanted, but he’s savoring it. He’s letting me savor it; even now, he’s looking after me.

‘RIIIIIP,’ Another strong pull; this time it got to my pelvic bone. Again, he slides his hands down my body, barely touching it, but making me aware of his skin on mine. I start to breathe sharply, and I think he is too.

I feel his fingers near my hips, grazing me. I still get goosebumps, and my tits are now fully visible to him. He notices my erect nipples and smiles. He’s grabbing the fabric again; I hold my breath, knowing what comes next.

‘RIIIIP.’ My dress is fully torn, my glistening pussy exposed to this brute that has been treating me like the most delicate being he’s ever met.

He’s taking a step back. “There, that’s what I wanted to do. Thank you for that. Go on and take your shower.”

I forgot about that shower long ago; there is only one thing on my mind now. I launch into his arms, and he grabs me immediately. I kiss his lips, and he responds; he gives me soft kisses, and his warm lips and his beard tickling me make this a unique experience.

He carries me as he holds me by the waist. I take off the nightie and the pillowcase. My naked skin can feel the roughness of his leather vest and his jeans, his coarse hands holding me tight. He could hurt me, but he knows just how to carry me without crushing me.

He’s taking a break from kissing me. “You’re the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, let alone touched.”

“And you’re the most polite and delicate man I’ve ever met. And I will never say that in public.” He gives me a small grin; I think I'm starting to understand this big softie.

He’s putting me down. I see hesitation in his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure about this. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to do this, but I’m too fat and ugly; I don’t think it’s alright to...” I shut him up with a kiss and start rubbing his cock over his jeans; he’s already hard.

“We need to get rid of your clothes; I want my man to be naked when he takes me for the first time.” My man, that sounds weirdly right.

“Are you sure?” Oh, he’s shy!

I don’t reply; I take his vest off and set it gently on the bed. I start unbuttoning his shirt, and he lets me; his chest hair starts showing, and I play with my fingers in it; he seems to like it.

His shirt is fully unbuttoned, his belly exposed, and he seems bashful, so I kiss it and lift myself until I almost reach his face. He lowers a little, and my lips meet his.

“I love a big hairy man.” I say, and he carries me again. This time he turns around and sets me down on the bed, where I lie waiting to see what he will do next.

He’s undoing his belt, and his jeans quickly drop to the ground. He starts fumbling with his boots, and I let out a little laugh.

I get off the bed and kneel in front of him. I start loosening his boots, and he steps out of them, then I help him get out of his pants, and I see his briefs straining with his hard-on.

I rub it over the fabric, and I can already tell it is bigger than any I’ve ever had.

My hands go to his waistband, but he stops me.

“There will be time for that; for now I want to know what you taste like, from the source.”

He walks over to the bed and lies on his back; his boxers are tenting, promising me a nice cock to ride.

"Come, little mouse, let me taste you."

I climb on top of him, putting one knee on each side of his head. My pussy is throbbing with expectation as he kisses my thighs. His beard brushes against my legs, making me gasp.

As I lower myself into his face, I can feel his breath on my wet labia. My lips touch his mouth, and I stop.

He continues kissing, but now all his affection is centered around my pussy. His mouth makes my lips open for him, and all of my wetness is his to taste.

His tongue explores my intimacy, going from my clit, passing my pussy, and almost reaching my asshole. I've never been a fan of ass play, but today, I'm his to do his bidding.

He pulls my hips toward him. I was trying to balance myself over him; he forced me to fully sit on his face. I lean in to him, and he hungrily laps my cunt. His lips open and close as his tongue runs from my clit to my pussy.

He keeps repeating the same movement, occasionally drawing circles around my clit and then returning to my opening.

Suddenly he lifts me lightly. He has no trouble holding my weight over his head while he says, "You taste even better than early. I could be here all night."

"Go back to it then. I could sit on your beard all night long too." With that I push myself down again, and he immediately laps on my pussy, pressing his tongue against it.

"Mmmhmm yes, lick me; it feels so good!"

His tongue enters my pussy and starts exploring around. I start grinding my pussy against his face, while his rough hands grab my thighs tightly.

He's speeding up, his tongue is moving faster in and out of me, my clit is being tickled by his chin, and I put my hands on his chest. I'm starting to lose control.

"GOD YES! EAT MY PUSSY, LICK ME, OH GOD, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM, PLEASE DON'T STOP, GOD YEEEEES!!!!"

I collapse into his belly; he's warm and slightly sticky from sweat. He smells like cologne and leather. I could stay here, but there's something I want.

My hands travel to his boxers, where his hard cock is waiting for me. I set it free from his fabric prison, and it is as I thought. His cock is fat, almost as fat as my forearm, with a large head that calls to be sucked on.

He is also larger than any I've ever seen, not that I've seen too many so far.

Just as I was crawling to his cock to start sucking on it, he pulls me hard. His cock is out of reach from my mouth, but my pussy is met by his tongue.

"I told you I could do this all night." Fuck, he's barely given me any rest, and his tongue is already playing with my clit, his hands are playing with my butt, and his fingers are exploring between my cheeks.

I extend my right arm and reach his hard cock. Oh God, his penis feels so nice in my hand. I can't wrap my fingers fully around it, but I still start pumping it up and down.

"Mmmhmm, you're going to make me cum again; your tongue is so good!"

I start pumping faster on his cock; I spit on my other hand and use it as lube. I can barely concentrate with his tongue flicking my clitoris.

As he speeds up with his tongue, I stop jerking him and just squeeze his cock. He grunts into my pussy as my back tenses and my thighs start shivering. I feel my pussy emit a small discharge; that’s new for me.

He licks me clean as my orgasm peaks.

“OH GOD YES, YOU’RE SO GOOD, GOOOOOOOD!!!”

I collapse on top of him again; this time I drift away as my orgasm subsides, and Mastodon kisses my thighs and pussy lips tenderly.

I wake up with a throb from his cock. I immediately start jerking him.

“Was I gone too long?” I ask him, a little ashamed of falling asleep.

“Not even 10 seconds, little mouse. Do you want me to eat you again?”

“I would say yes, but I think your cock deserves a little love too.”

“I’m not saying no to that.” As he says that, I scurry down his body until my mouth reaches the tip of his cock.

He has a little drop of precum, and I squeeze his hard cock, making it leak some more. I’m about to kiss it when I feel his hands exploring my ass and pussy; he spreads my legs and lifts my hips, making me kneel. He has my whole privates at his disposal.

My lips meet his cock; his precum immediately wets them, and I lick my lips. He tastes a little bitter, but I still want him in my mouth. I plant more and more kisses on his cock, and he opens his legs. I scoot over a little more until my hands reach his balls.

I slowly play with his balls; he starts grunting as I do that, and I go back to kissing his cock. I notice that as I caress his balls more precum leaks out, so I start licking it clean off his cock. Every time he lets a drop out, I lick it, and he grunts every time my tongue runs through the tip of his hard penis.

“Be gentle there; I’m a little blue-balled.” He is still exploring me; his fingers graze my pussy, and he has been softly massaging my asshole. I think he licked his finger for it. His touch is still rough, but it excites me to have him do it.

“You too be gentle; I’m a virgin back there.”

“Like a full virgin?” He sounds scared.

“Hahahaha, no, just my asshole,” I say as I lick his leaking cock again.

“You had me worried. It’s just, you have such a pretty asshole, I can’t stop seeing it.”

“Enjoy.” As I say that, I open my mouth wide and try to put his whole head in; he’s big, but I manage to take it all. He grunts, and his hands stop moving as I bob my head up and down.

The head of his shaft enters and leaves my mouth faster each time, as I hold his balls in my hand. He is grunting and begging me to keep going. His fingers moved away from my ass and are now playing with my pussy. I know I’m soaking wet; I can hear it.

I stop blowing him to make a request: “Put one finger in me; make me cum as I suck you.”

He immediately starts pressing one finger into my pussy, and I moan as I take his cock in my mouth again.

“Don’t go too fast; I still want to be inside you.” I nod with his cock in my mouth, and that makes him groan.

I slowly start pushing my head into his crotch, taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. I know I won’t be able to swallow it whole, but I want to try it. As I’m taking him deeper and deeper, his finger makes its way into my pussy. I grunt, and he stops. I push my hips towards him, making his finger enter me a bit more, and he understands I want it, so he keeps pressing his finger in me.

His cock is as deep as I can take it; it’s making me gag lightly, and I love it. He is grunting constantly, and I move my head around, which causes a huge guttural noise from him.

I can feel his whole finger in me, and he starts pumping. I moan loudly, and he grunts even louder.

“Careful, little mouse, you’ll get a mouthful.”

My head starts going up and down slowly; his cock almost exits it every time, but I stop just before that. I lick the tip of his penis and swallow it whole again. I repeat this as much as I can until his finger using my pussy becomes too much; he’s increasing his pace and moving his thick finger around inside me.

Soon I feel another orgasm build up; this one makes all the hairs in my body stand up and my breath stop. I gasp, trying to breathe, and he keeps pumping me, faster. Then he uses his thumb to play with my clit, which sends me over the edge, giving me the strongest orgasm of my life. My whole body quivers as I shout, “NO, NO, IT’S TOO MUCH, DEAR LORD, SOOOO...”

My arms give up, and I collapse next to his cock once again; this time I didn’t pass out. I feel him pulling his finger slowly off of my pussy, which is both uncomfortable and arousing. I’m way too stimulated, but I don’t want it to end.

I prop myself up and sit again on his face, grinding against it. He tries licking me, but he can’t follow my pussy as I rub it on his face.

“Please tell me you have condoms; I need to ride that beautiful cock of yours.”

He points to his vest; I grab it, and sure enough, in the pocket there’s a brand new pack of condoms.

“Did you buy these thinking of me?” I ask as I contemplate the extra-large condoms in one hand and the worn-down vest on the other.

“Call it wishful thinking.” I don’t know if he’s blushing or if he’s flushed because of the activity.

“Wish granted, then.” I say as I tear open one wrapper.

He still has his boxers on. “Get rid of those,” I say, and he does it.

Standing over him, his cock seems impossible to take for my tiny body, but I will fucking try.

As I put the condom on him, I can see him smile widely.

“Aren’t you a little too happy?” I ask with a grin similar to his.

“Little mouse, this is the fucking best day of my life.”

I give his cock a couple of pulls; he’s still hard and ready for me.

Then his vest somehow calls to me; I grab it and put it on just before riding Mastodon. It’s obviously huge on me; my tits are fully visible, and it falls off my shoulders, but the look in his eyes when he sees me wearing it and nothing more makes me know I made the right choice.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I say as I pull the vest up after having it fall down.

He just nods; he’s jerking his cock watching me wear his patch.

“Save something for me, big guy,” I say as I climb into the bed and take his cock from his hands.

I spit in my hand and rub it on his cock; he’s still rock hard for me. I jerk him a little, and then I start lowering my body. As soon as his cock brushes my pussy, I jump up. I’m still a little sensitive, but I lower myself again. This time his cock starts opening my pussy, making its way into me.

He tilts his head back, grunting, “You’re really tight, little mouse. I love your pussy.”

“And my pussy loves your cock, Mastodon.”

I keep lowering myself onto his cock. It’s a very tight fit, but I’m horny and soaking. My pussy slowly adjusts to his thick member. About halfway through I need to take a break; I use his belly as support so I don’t keep going down.

“Are you alright, little mouse?” he asks worriedly. I see his eyes light up again when he sees me almost naked over him.

“I’m more than perfect; it’s just, you’re the fattest cock I’ve ever had. I’m enjoying all of it.” As I say that, I push myself down hard, making him moan loudly, and I gasp. I took too much.

I start pumping up and down, slowly. With each pump his cock enters me a little more. It should hurt; smaller cocks have made my pussy sore, but I’m too lubed and excited. He slides into me easily.

After a while of pumping, my butt is resting against his legs. I stop to enjoy his huge cock gaping my pussy.

I turn to see his face; he has the silliest grin I’ve ever seen.

I put my hands on his belly and start drawing circles with my hips; his cock barely moves inside me, but I still manage to get him moaning with that movement.

Very slowly I lift myself, his cock almost completely exposed, then I lower myself again; this time it was easier, less uncomfortable.

I pump him like that a few times, slowly; I need to get used to his girth.

I start increasing the speed; his fat shaft is filling me completely. Sometimes I feel like it touches something deep inside me, and I grunt each time. It’s a weird feeling I’ve never had, but it is still pleasant.

As I go faster, he starts groaning more and more. Suddenly he props himself up and starts fondling my tits; he’s gentle, but his rough hands feel the same as his leather vest.

I’ve been struggling to keep his leather in place, and he notices; he makes it drop off of my body, and I’m free to fuck him good.

My body starts pumping faster, and as I grind my hips, he is moaning every time my pussy swallows his cock full.

His coarse hands are fondling my tits and pinching my nipples; every time he pinches, I feel a jolt of electricity. His cock is deep inside me, and I think I might cum again.

Then he puts a hand between his belly and my pussy; he finds my clit and starts rubbing it lightly, then faster, matching my pumping.

“OH GOD, AGAIN, YOU’RE AMAZING, GOD, YES, YES! YES!!!!”

I collapse into his body again. This is, what? The fourth time? God, no one has ever made me cum so much and so good.

Resting on his chest, I start grinding my hips again.

Without any effort he carries me, and now we’re standing, his cock still inside me and his hands grabbing my ass. I start jumping up and down. In this position his cock is stimulating something different; I haven’t felt this before. I keep jumping; he is helping me with his hands, and I know I’ll cum again if we keep this up.

He suddenly lifts me up further, making his cock leave my pussy, but I quickly grab his cock and align it; I want it inside me again.

He lowers me slowly, and I can feel his cock making its way into me again. I gasp when he's fully inside me.

“Keep fucking me like this; I’ve never felt this. I want you to make me cum again.”

He doesn’t reply; he just props me up and down by the ass.

“Faster!” I plead.

He pumps me faster and soon I know I’ll cum in a way I’ve never, felt before. My legs tense and my pussy tightens; I lose my breath again, but he keeps pumping. My hard nipples hurt and my butt clenches, I can’t take; it anymore.

“FUCK, FUCK, YES, FUCK ME HARDER, YES!!!”

Suddenly gushes of liquid eject off of me, soaking his cock and his legs; he keeps pumping me, giving me no rest.

“NO, AGAIN, FUCK, YES, AGAIN, MORE, MORE!!!”

I squirt again, much less this time; I can hear my juices splattering on the floor. Mastodon keeps fucking me.

“Once more, little mouse,” he says, and he moves me up and down as if I were a fuck toy.

“YES, MORE, I WANT IT MORE!!!”

I squirt again; this time my pussy tenses more, and he grunts as I squeeze his cock with it. I hang on tight to him, limiting my movements.

“I’m sore; I’ve had my fill, and I can’t take it anymore. Please, please stop.”

He plants a gentle kiss on my lips and lifts me; his cock leaves my pussy, making a pop sound that makes us both laugh.

As he sets me down on the bed, I tell him, “My pussy is sore, but my mouth is still good to go,” and I pull him by the hips. I kneel in front of him and grab his cock.

I peel the condom off of him and kiss his cock. The rubber taste fills my mouth, but I don’t care; I need to make my man happy, as he has done for me, multiple times.

Kissing his cock makes it leak precum; he’s almost ready to cum. I lift his shaft and kiss his whole length. When I reach his balls, they are hard and full of cum for me.

Licking his balls makes him grunt, “Careful, they are tender.” Of course they are; I’m about to fix that.

I kiss my way back up to the tip of his cock, and I lick it as if it were an ice cream, clearing every drop of precum.

His cock is throbbing, and I open my mouth to take it in. I turn to see him, and he is smiling; I bet he loves the view. I keep eye contact as I swallow it; he grunts as I choke on his cock.

My eyes start watering, and tears run down my cheeks; he wipes them clean as I blow him.

I can feel his fat shaft pulsating inside my mouth. Occasionally I take it out and swirl my tongue on the tip of his cock. That makes him moan.

Grabbing his balls with one hand and the base of his shaft with the other, I take as much of his cock as I can with my mouth, and I start blowing him, in and out, increasing the speed slowly.

His grunts and moans tell me I’m doing a good job. I go faster.

“Yes, little mouse, suck my cock, YES!!!”

He’s loving it. I’m ready to take his load in my mouth. I do the tongue swirl one last time, and he picks me up and pushes me to the bed. I open my legs, thinking he’s going to fuck me again, but he kneels between my legs and jerks his fat cock.

“UGHHHH, YES!!!!”

Stream after stream after stream of hot cum lands on my body; the first one reaches my face, and the second and third, my tits and belly. After that, spurts of cum land in my belly and ooze down my sides, landing on the mattress beneath me.

I had never seen a man cum so much; he had loads of cum for me. I’m soaked in his seed.

He collapses next to me, spent.

We hug, and we drift off to sleep.

The morning comes too fast; I feel as if I blinked. I wake up still in his embrace, and I hug him tightly.

I rush to the toilet, and as I pee, my pussy throbs. I’m really sore. I remember last night, and on impulse, I grab my pussy. I play with it lightly, but she’s not ready to be stimulated yet.

When I walk back to the room, I see my huge lover asleep, lying in bed, naked and vulnerable. Even when soft, his cock is quite impressive. I can’t help myself, and I crawl between his legs and start kissing it. As it starts to wake up, so does Mastodon.

“Good morning to you too, little mouse,” he says as he caresses my hair.

“I just felt he needed some love after making me feel so good last night,” I say, still kissing his hardening cock.

“Is he the only one that deserves some love? ” He is so cute when he pleads.

I climb on top of my man and fill his face with kisses. As we kiss passionately, I can feel his cock hardening against my leg.

“I guess someone is getting jealous. You made a number to my pussy, but I can still kiss it and rub it good morning. Do you want to?” I say, as I rub it, he’s almost fully hard, and my pussy is already lubricating for it.

“I would love nothing more, but we will have to ride soon. Do you want to take a shower first, or should I?” He looks a little sad having to say those words.

“I think there’s enough room for the both of us, if you want some company.” I love seeing him light up like that.

“Fuck yes, let’s do it then.” He actually jumped off the bed. “Fuck, wait a bit, I need to...” He’s actually blushing.

“You need to use the toilet; go ahead.” I turn on the TV and raise the volume; I figure he needs some form of privacy.

After a while he calls me into the bathroom, and we shower together. It’s a sensual, intimate moment I had never shared with anyone; he tenderly washes my body, making sure not to skip any part of it. He obviously lingers a lot on my tits and my ass. Letting him clean my asshole was a weird but exciting sensation; he was gentle but very thorough.

Then it was my turn; washing his tall body took me a long while. His hairy chest made me linger maybe too long, and washing his butt was interesting. He didn’t allow me to wash his asshole, which seems unfair, but we’ll get there, I’m sure.

When it was time to wash his cock, he was hard as a rock, and the soap helped me jerk him for a bit.

“Be careful, you’ll make me cum,” he said. I obviously held his cock tighter and jerked him faster.

He made no attempt at stopping me; I kept jerking him, alternating hands and grabbing more soap as I needed.

Soon, he held on to my shoulders, and I started using two hands as I had seen in some porn, with one at the base twisting and the other jerking the head.

“FUCK YES LITTLE MOUSE!!!!!” His cum spurts out, just a couple of small ropes that land on my leg.

I wipe his cock clean as it softens, and then I rinse my leg.

“I think we’re done,” I say as I kiss his soft lips, with his wet beard tickling my face and naked chest.

As we walk into the room again, I realize I’m in trouble; I have no clothes to wear since my dress was torn the night before.

He sees me staring at the pillowcase, and he says, “I could lend you a t-shirt; we can go now before the ride begins and find a thrift shop.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He gives me a black T-shirt with a band logo that I don’t recognize. It’s obviously huge for me, but with his belt it sort of looks like actual clothes on me.

There is something that has been making circles in my mind, and I have to ask him, “Hey, ummm, how did you convince the gang to come with us? I thought you’d be in trouble.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sort of in trouble. I’m facing a fine for a couple of transgressions, but they know me. They understood why I did what I did, and in the end, they ARE my family, so they stood by me. Even more so when I told them we had to impart justice.” He seems excited.

“Justice?” Ok, now I’m worried.

“Yeah, an asshole like your ex shouldn’t get away with treating a sweet lady like you like that. He’ll have justice served.” Fuck.

“I... I mean, thanks, but I don’t want him hurt.” I really don’t, even if the motherfucker deserves it.

“Don’t worry, little mouse, we’ll just put the fear of God into him. No one will harm him; you have my word.” I really trust him.

“Ok, I trust you.”

As we leave the room, a couple of the gang members are already out; they seem to be working on their bikes.

“Hey, Mastodon! Jackal said he wants to talk to you.”

Fuck, there goes our plan.

“I have to go. Here, take 50 bucks. I know it’s not much. Ask the girls if they can go with you. Take a couple of the new guys as security if you want.” I haven’t noticed a couple of the girls standing nearby.

“Alright, on my way,” He says to the bikers. His rough voice does something to me; it immediately turns me on.

I walk over to the girls and tell them the situation. Claire immediately offers to come with me and points to a guy that looks too young to be part of the gang. “You’re coming with us. Go ask for the keys to the van.” The guy scurries to talk to the bikers and comes back with the keys.

Soon we’re in the town and find a small thrift store. Claire helps me look for clothes as the prospect (I learned that term just now) waits for us outside.

Clair is obviously suggesting some very sexy clothes, and I am inclined to pick some of those, but I have to stretch the budget as much as I can. I pick one of her suggestions, a faux leather strapless dress. I also pick up some jeans and a t-shirt. There is no underwear there, so we have to go to the town's tiny mall to find some budget underwear. I get a couple of dollar panties, but no bra is cheap enough.

“Well, it’s not like I need it anyway.” I say, pointing at my small tits.

“Hell, no one does, see?” Ok, Claire is flashing me her pierced tits in the middle of the mall.

“You have a nice set, but you better cover them,” I said, laughing.

In the end I managed to get a charger for my phone, and I sent my parents the location of the town church.

As we go back to the hotel, Mastodon is waiting for me outside our room. I show him the bags with my purchases, and he smiles.

He opens the door to our room, and I walk in.

The door wasn’t fully closed when I was already naked.

“Hey there, little mouse, you seem excited. Did you get something nice?”

“A couple of things—I got some jeans and a blouse, some cute panties, and this,” I say as I pull the dress out of its bag.

“That is hot. When are you planning on wearing it?” he asks, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets.

“I don’t know; I should try it on first,” I say as I step into the dress and wiggle myself in it.

Mastodon is speechless, looking at me wearing the sexy little dress that barely covers my ass, and my tits are at risk of popping out.

“Do you think this is ok for the road? Like, just this?” I ask him and lift my dress, showing my bare pussy.

“That is perfect for the road,” he says, barely able to speak.

I hand him the bags with the other clothes, and we walk out of the room; the gang members are already getting on their bikes.

Claire approaches me with a wicked smile and asks, “Is that what you’re wearing for the road?”

I nod and reply, “This is ALL I’m wearing for the road,” and I lift slightly my dress, showing my bare pussy just to her. “Whore,” she says with the same grin and walks away.

I climb onto Mastodon’s bike, and my dress rides up. He smiles as he sees my open pussy and climbs onto the bike too.

As he turns it on, I lean forward and feel the revving of the bike in my pussy.

We start moving, and as Mastodon speeds and his bike roars under my pussy, I can only think, “This is the trip of my life.”