The Best Road Trip - Part 2 (Patreon)

As we drive, I start edging myself again as I did yesterday.

At first I tried not getting turned on, since my pussy is still sore, but the vibration of the bike and Mastodon’s warmth made it impossible for me not to get aroused.

"MASTODON! THIS FEELS TOO GOOD!!" I say to his ear as I cling to his shoulders, pressing my nails hard against the fabric of his shirt. My hips rock back and forth, rubbing my pussy against the leather seat. I don't even need to touch myself; the motorcycle is doing all the work.

"CUM FOR ME, LITTLE MOUSE; I LOVE FEELING YOU QUIVER!" he replies; those words make my body lose control. My legs shake as my pussy throbs, and I put my arms around his body. I cum, hard, and I know it won't be the only time I cum today.

Mastodon stopped accelerating, and my moans became the main sound between us.

"FUCK YES, I’M CUMMING, YES!!" I tell as my orgasm takes over me.

As I settle down and Mastodon resumes riding normally, I realize he didn't even rev his bike as he did yesterday; this was just my body reacting. I think I'm addicted to Mastodon and his steed.

Even if I'm loving being so aroused and cumming so much, I want to do something different today.

I wrap my arms around Mastodon's belly and lower my hands, trying to reach his cock.

His belly is on the way, but I make my way around and under it; my hands are looking for his penis eagerly.

My left hand reaches his leg, and I start searching for his shaft, but it's not there. I move my right hand forward, and I can feel his hard cock.

I'm in an awkward position, stretching too much and leaning my body to the side, but still I manage to stroke his cock over his pants.

"You're being naughty, little mouse; you shouldn't distract me like that," he says to my ear.

"You say that, but I bet he's loving the attention. When was the last time you came while riding?" I ask as I squeeze his erection with my fingertips, and I lick his ear.

"Never, but I don't want it to happen with my gang looking," he says, and that's when I notice we're surrounded by his gang. Jackal and Wen are riding in front of us, but Wen is turning back, her eyes fixed on us.

"You're right. Can I still stroke you?" I ask, still rubbing him.

"I won't say no to that. But stop when I say so," he says and shifts lightly to the side, giving me a bit of better access. Now I can almost close my hand around his thick cock.

I keep rubbing and squeezing him for a while. I can feel a wet spot forming. I thought he would ask me to stop then, but he didn't.

After a few more minutes he returns to his position and says, "That's enough, baby girl; stop, or you'll make a mess in my pants."

"I think I already did," I say as I pull my hand back and smell my fingers. I perceive the obvious smell of male arousal.

After not too long Jackal makes a hand motion, and all the bikers pull over to a gas station.

It's a small station with just one two-sided pump, and with over 20 bikers, it's obvious we'll be there for a while.

Mastodon and Jackal are the first ones to charge fuel, and as soon as we're done, Mastodon drives to the back of the convenience store. It's a dirt patch, away from anyone.

He gets off the bike, and I do too. I push him to make him lean on his bike, and I wiggle myself out of my dress. I stand naked in front of him, and he smiles as he scans my body. The sun feels warm on my skin, and I feel the dry air passing around me.

I drop the dress in front of him, and I kneel on it.

He helps me undo his pants and takes out his cock; he is already hard. Without wasting time, I grab it with both hands and start jerking him; he groans, and I see precum leaking already.

My tongue scoops it up immediately, and I pass my tongue up and down on his small slit. He holds my head and plays with my hair as I lick the head of his cock as if I were a little girl savoring a delicious lollypop.

"Little mouse, I will never tire of the sight of your red hair bobbing up and down on my penis." You better!

I open my mouth wide, and he pushes my head lightly. I'm determined to take his whole length in my mouth.

I start gagging, and he pulls me away lightly. "Are you alright?" he asks caringly. I nod my head in response and take him deep into my mouth again. "Fuck, Gracie, you're getting a mouthful if you keep doing that!" He almost screamed. I see him and give him a huge grin.

I repeat the same action over and over, taking his cock almost completely out of my mouth, and then I deepthroat him swiftly.

He grunts every time his cock reaches the back of my throat; I'm getting more and more used to his size.

"Stop, you’ll make me cum." Fuck no. I want it all.

Instead of stopping, I increase my speed, jerking him as his cock is exposed and moving my head around as he's deep in me.

He tries pulling my head off of him, but I stay in place and dig my nails into his butt.

"Damn! Damn! DAMN!!!" He screams as I feel his ass tense, and then his warm seed lands in my mouth. He has a little cum for me, but I swallow it before I stand up.

Grabbing his softening cock, I kiss his mouth, slowly, tenderly.

"Dammit, little mouse, you're full of surprises!" He says between kisses.

"Ahem!!" Fuck!!!

"Hey Wen," I say, turning around, as if nothing was wrong. I can see Mastodon struggling to fix his pants while I stand naked with messy hair and red knees.

"Time to go, lovebirds. You might want to put something on, or you'll make Claire blush, and that's saying a lot."

I nod as I pick up my dress from the dirt and give it a shake.

I put my slut dress back on and notice it still has dirt in it. I don't care; I fix it as best as I can and climb on Mastodon's bike.

Before he starts his bike, we hear Jackal shouting from the gas station, "ALRIGHT, ROAD BEASTS! TIME TO RIDE!!!"

Mastodon starts his bike and revs it hard; we soon meet the gang, and I get funny smiles and nods from some of the girls. I'm sure everyone knows what we were doing, but I don't care.

Mastodon and his crew are a bit rough around the edges, but they treat me right and have gone out of their way to help me get home and apparently dispense justice, whatever that means.

We stop for lunch and keep riding. The girls tease me about my oral skills at every chance they get, but I don’t mind. At one point I needed to change into jeans and a t-shirt because grinding so much on the pillion started getting uncomfortable.

A bit after nightfall the gang finds a motel to spend the night; it’s small and pricey, so it’s determined we’ll share rooms. I had never been to this kind of hotel. It has closed individual garages, and the room is directly above each garage.

As Mastodon parks his bike, another biker joins us. "Little mouse, this is Gator; we’ll share with him tonight. I hope you don't mind. " Fuck yeah, I mind; I wanted to ride your beard all night long!

Gator is a skinny, tall guy and has a sickly skin tone. I guess the name suits him.

"Nice meeting you, little mouse. Sorry about intruding; we have no choice," Gator says. He has a deep voice that makes zero sense with his scrawny body.

"Oh, don't worry, you guys are already doing too much for me." I'll still miss that beard ride, though.

Gator rushes to the room, and Mastodon closes the garage door.

"I know this is odd, but since we're not getting much privacy tonight, do you want to, maybe…" I thought you would never ask.

Without answering, I drop my pants to the ground and step out of them. He wastes no time and grabs my ugly cotton panties and drops them too.

He puts his arms around me and kisses me passionately as his rough hands play with my butt. He's being gentle and caring, but I want something more.

"Harder," I say between kisses, and he starts squeezing my ass cheeks harder, parting them and slapping them lightly.

Then his fingers start to wander into my crack; I feel him exploring, looking for my asshole.

"You really like my butthole, don't you?" I ask, breaking our kisses. He blushes and nods.

I push his hands away from me and turn around. I lean over his bike, exposing my rear to him. "Care to taste it, then?" I say as I spread my cheeks to him.

I immediately feel his beard tickling my cheeks and his tongue exploring my backside.

As he starts licking my asshole, I feel a shiver go up and down my spine; I can only lean onto his bike as he has me at his mercy.

He spends a long time licking and kissing my ass; he really loves it. I move one hand away from my ass and reach for my pussy. I'm soaking wet, and I can feel his beard grazing my hand as I start fingering myself.

When he realizes that, he starts fingering me himself, and I grab onto his bike. His tongue in my ass and his finger inside my pussy make me moan loud. I'm sure Gator must've heard me, but I don't care.

Mastodon is enjoying my asshole as much as he can. He licks and kisses it, and every now and then he tries penetrating me with his tongue. He doesn't force his way in, but he keeps trying.

His finger is speeding up; I know I won't last long, and I don't want to.

"Come for me, little mouse!" He says and goes back to tongue-fucking my ass. His words do something in me, as if I were waiting for his permission.

My ass shivers, and my legs follow; I moan, almost screaming, "Fuck yes, mastodon, YEEEES!"

My legs fail me, and I drop onto his bike. His finger is still inside me, and he raises his hand, making me stand. His finger moving inside me starts another wave of pleasure that comes again too fast.

"Again?" I ask between moans; he doesn't reply, he just uses his thumb to play with my clit as his finger fucks my pussy.

"If you keep doing that, you'll get a shower." That's all I manage to say before he speeds up and gets me on the path of another orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" My belly contracts and spasms, my legs buckle again, and I'm cumming, but he keeps fucking my pussy with his rough finger. Then I feel it.

A hot gush of squirt comes out of my pussy, soaking my legs, and I collapse again.

When I manage to pick myself up, I notice how I stained his bike. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it," I say, trying to find something to wipe the bike with.

But Mastodon is all smiles: "Relax, little mouse, I had always wanted to get the bike christened; you just helped me do it." Let's see if we can get it more christened, then.

"Oh, really?" I ask and climb onto the bike, on Mastodon's seat.

Trying not to break eye contact, I take my shirt off, and I'm naked riding his massive bike.

"Can you teach me how to squirt?" I ask. Putting a hand in my crotch.

He tries to touch my pussy, but I swat his hand away.

"I want to do it, and I want you to watch," I say, and I lean back. One of my hands goes to my pussy, and the other starts twisting my nipples.

"Tell me what to do," I say as I rub my clit using two fingers.

"Fuck, this is the hottest shit ever," he says, surprised. "Ok, put a finger in you, or two, as you feel comfortable."

I grab his hand and compare his fingers to mine. "I guess I’ll need two," I say as I lick my middle and ring fingers and put them in my vagina.

His eyes bulge as I start pressing my fingers inside me. I’m still a bit sore, but luckily I’m soaking, and my fingers slide right into me.

"Now, put your fingers as deep as you can and curl them; you should feel a soft, warm, and spongy little button. You’ll play with that, rub it, flick it, and learn to love it. After a while, you might squirt. Playing with your clit as you do that may also help." He says, with his eyes fixed on my pussy.

I follow his instructions, and I quickly find the spongy bit he told me about. I feel electricity run through my body as I start stimulating it. "Fuck, that feels good," I say under my breath.

My fingers draw circles over it and flick it, but what I like the most is just rubbing it up and down as my thumb does the same to my clit.

"Do you want me to squirt on your seat, Mastodon?" I ask as I moan. I can already feel my orgasm build.

Mastodon nods, and I increase the pace. "Oh, god, I’m cumming, I’m going to… FUCK, I’M CUMMING!" I feel my legs quiver and my hips buckle as my orgasm explodes. I feel in my hands the gush of squirt, harder than the previous one, soaking my hand. Soon I’m sitting in a puddle of my own doing. 

Then I feel Mastodon's strong hands pulling me; he makes me turn, and I notice he's already naked, hard and is putting on a condom. He sits me sideways on his bike and penetrates me in one hard motion. I’m soaking and horny; as his fat cock enters me, I start moaning louder.

He’s grabbing me by the hips as he thrusts his cock into my tiny body. I feel my pussy gape, and his cock hits the end of my vagina. I moan and scream as he gets deeper in me, and he fucks me harder.

His bike is shaking and moving as he pushes himself in and out of me; I hear squeaks and cracks as he fills my cunt with his hard cock.

"I’m not going to last long, little mouse." He says as he stares at my face. I nod, and he gives me a few more hard pumps and grunts, "Fuck YES!!! Oh god, you have the best pussy I’ve ever felt; you’re always tight and wet for me. I think I love you."

"I think you love her," I say, pointing at my pussy.

I squeeze his penis with my pussy, and he grunts as his softening cock leaves me.

Then I stand up and peel the condom off his cock, throw it onto the ground, and take Mastodon’s hand. As I start walking up the stairs to our room, he freezes. "Your clothes!" He says, but then, in a moment of silence, we hear Gator snoring in the bedroom.

"We’re safe; come, cuddle me to sleep," I say and pull his hand; he offers no resistance.

We enter the dark room and can hear Gator in the bed that's farthest from the door. I push Mastodon into our bed, and then I climb between his legs. I start rubbing his soft cock, trying to wake him up. It’s getting there, but it’s a slow process. Then I use my mouth. I start licking it and sucking his head, but I can’t make it work.

"I’m sorry, little mouse, I… you… you drained me. I don’t think I can, not tonight," he says under his breath, obviously ashamed.

I climb his body until I reach his bearded face and whisper to his ear, "Don’t worry, we can drain you again tomorrow, but could you do something for me?"

"Anything for my little mouse," he replies as he plants a sweet kiss on my lips.

I keep climbing him until my pussy is over his face; I lower my body until his mouth touches my lips, and he licks my entire pussy.

As he starts eating me, all I hear are Gator’s snores. He licks me hungrily; he knows I’m horny and ready for him to go full throttle on my pussy.

His hands grab my ass and legs. Then he moves his hands up and pinches my nipples, which makes me gasp in pain. "More, please," I say, and he obliges.

Mastodon’s hands keep squeezing and pinching my tits as his tongue enters my cunt and licks the same spongy spot that my fingers touched.

My hips start rocking back and forth on their own, and soon I feel my orgasm build again. I grab his hair tightly, and he stops moving his tongue and lets go of my tits. I start riding his face until my legs tense and I squeeze his head with them. "OHHHHHH GOOOOOOD!!!!" It’s all I can say before I collapse on top of him and lose consciousness.

I’m a light sleeper, so I feel him covering me through the night several times. I don’t like to sleep covered, so I know I’m giving him a hard time. But every time he covers my naked body, he kisses my forehead.

"DAMN, MAN! Now I know why you’re called Mastodon!" Gator’s voice woke us up.

I’m covered by the sheets, but Mastodon is lying in all his naked glory with his very large morning wood. Before he can react, I grab his cock and give it a little tug. "I know, right," I say with the most devilish grin I have, and Mastodon immediately covers himself.

"Damn, I did not need to see that. I’m taking a shower; uhhh, I’ll take a long while; you... do whatever you need to do." Oh, I know what I want to do.

As soon as he enters the bathroom, I peel the sheets out of both of us and squeeze Mastodon’s cock again. "Is this for me?" I ask, looking him in the eye as I jerk him slowly.

"Always," he replies.

I climb on top of him in a 69 position and lick his cock. He grunts as he feels my tongue in him and pulls me closer to him. His cock is now out of my mouth's reach, but his tongue quickly penetrates my pussy.

He licks my pussy lips and clit and then penetrates me. He does this a bunch of times until he pushes me slightly up and says, "You have the best-tasting pussy ever, do you know that?"

As he's holding me up, I slide a hand between my pussy and his mouth and finger myself a bit, then I taste my own juices and say, "Yes, I’ve always loved the taste of my cunt."

He starts eating me again, and I jerk his cock, which starts leaking precum. "Someone wants attention, and I need some cock in me," I say as I lick the precum off my fingers.

"Dammit, little mouse, that sounds so tempting, but we’re out of rubbers," he says.

"Could I grind it for a bit?" I ask.

"What do you think?" he replies, and I immediately turn around and press his cock against his belly.

I start grinding his cock, trying to make his head rub against my clit.

He moans and grabs my tits. "Be gentle now; they’re tender from last night," I say, and he obeys.

As I’m grinding him, the desire to feel him inside me grows larger and larger. "We need to do something about this. I hate rubbers, but I don't want to get pregnant," I say as I grind his hard cock.

"I’m already cut; I’ve been shooting blanks for years," he says with a huge grin.

My eyes grow larger at that response. I waste no time and raise my hips and grab his penis. I insert the tip into my soaking pussy, and I can feel his hot flesh opening me as it enters.

I’m soaking, and he grunts as he feels my cunt embracing his cock. "You have no idea how much I wanted to feel you like this," I say. My hips are bobbing up and down slowly, swallowing more and more of his big shaft.

"You feel thicker. You’re breaking me in half," I say as I keep lowering myself on his cock.

He doesn’t answer; he is flush and grunts every time I lower my hips. That’s all I need as a reply.

Just as my ass is resting against his legs and I feel his balls grazing my crotch, a shout from the bathroom interrupts us: "Can I come out?!" Fuck, Gator is done showering!

"NO!" I shout.

"DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!" Mastodon screams at the same time as I do.

Gator doesn’t make another sound, and I’m too deep, or rather, Mastodon is, to stop now.

Mastodon looks at me with a surprised look on his face, and I say, "I need your cum inside me. I’m not stopping until I have it."

He nods and starts raising his hips, burying his cock deeper in me. I moan, but I suppress it, not wanting to be heard by Gator.

I focus on Mastodon. I want him to cream-pie me. I rock my hips back and forth and draw circles as I start fucking him faster.

He holds my legs tightly and fucks me harder. Just as I think he’s close to cumming, I see him lick his thumb and move it under me. Mastodon starts fingering my clit as his cock fills me in a way I haven’t felt before. Suddenly I forget about making him cum and focus on my own orgasm that’s been building.

As he plays with my clit and fucks my pussy, I start fondling my tits and playing with my nipples. My mind is gone, and I’m just focused on what I’m feeling.

"Fuck, you're making me cum!" I say, and I see the anguish in his face.

As if he were punishing me for being loud, he flicks my clit faster and sends me to heaven. As my hips buckle and my breath stops for a few seconds, I stop moving, and he does too.

"Are you always this good?" I ask as I collapse into his chest.

"Just for you, little mouse, can you take a bit more?" He asks, whispering in my ear.

I see him with a puzzled face, and he says, "Fuck Gator."

"Why don’t you better fuck me?" I ask and start riding him again.

He immediately starts playing with my clit again, and I put my hands on his chest. This angle is touching my g-spot; that, and his thumb on my clit, will make me squirt for sure.

"You know what is going to happen?" I ask him as quietly as I can.

"I want it," he replies and starts thrusting his cock into my pussy.

I want it too, so I ride him harder and faster; soon a new orgasm builds, and I grab his hand in my pussy and make him move it faster. He gets the hint and flicks my clit faster.

"I’m going to squirt; your fat cock is making me squirt," I say, and he grins.

My belly contracts, and I feel a huge release as gushes of squirt leave my body. It’s the most I’ve ever done, gush after gush of warm liquid. His belly is soaking, and there's a huge puddle forming under us. I can hear the sloshing sounds as he moves.

I’m too sensitive, but I want him to cum, so almost immediately I start bouncing on him again.

Suddenly he lifts me by the ass and tosses me into the bed. I’m like a ragdoll to him. He opens my legs and kneels between them. He grabs a pillow and puts it under my ass, and without a notice, I feel his cock penetrating me again. I grab another pillow and bite into it; his hard penis entering me is almost too much.

He leans closer to me and asks, "Do you want to squirt again?"

I nod like nm idiot, and he starts pressing my lower belly and fingering my clit. I immediately feel it; he's hitting the right spot, and his thumb is not giving my clit a break.

My moans are muffled by the pillow, but I hear him grunt as I squirt again; this time my legs squeeze his hips as my feet shake and feel boiling hot. I want him to stop, but he speeds. I feel his cock throb inside me; he must be close.

"Ready, little mouse?" he asks, and I remove the pillow from my face and squeeze my nipples as I nod.

He grabs me by the hips and uses me as a fleshlight as he shakes; I feel his hot cum filling my insides. I know I’m close again. "Please, one more!" I say, and he pulls out his cock off me; he’s already getting soft, but he squeezes the base of his cock and uses it to stimulate my clit and entrance.

My spine tenses, and my legs shiver; all the hairs in my body stand, and I feel the electricity running through my body, ending in my pussy with an earth-shattering orgasm. I grab his hands and pull him towards me.

I feel his weight pressing me, but it’s comforting and warm; we’re both sticky from our sweat and bodily fluids. I could stay like this forever.

"This is the most I’ve ever cum since I was a jerky teenager; you’re something else," he whispers as he kisses my mouth.

"Same here, I think we, together, are something else." I kiss him back, and we start a passionate kiss.

"Ehem! Can I come out now? It’s getting chilly!" Fuck, I forgot about Gator.

"Not yet, wait." Fuck, he’s so hot when he uses his biker voice, even more so if he’s lying naked on top of me.

We both get up and admire the mess we made on the bed. "Little mouse, we’ve been very naughty," he says, as he looks for something on the floor.

Fuck, all our clothes are in the garage. "We could use the sheets to cover," I say.

"You do that, and I’ll go fetch our clothes and meet you in the shower," he says and opens the door. It’s funny seeing him parade around naked.

I wrap myself in a soaking wet sheet and say, "You can come out, Gator!"

Gator opens the door, and he stares at me, surprised. I can see he is tenting under the towel, but I choose to ignore it.

"All yours," he says as he steps out of the shower, all while staring at my body.

As I enter the bathroom, I see myself in the mirror. The wet sheet became see-through, revealing my pussy to Gator, my swollen, reddened, and cum-leaking pussy to Gator. I can’t help but laugh. Maybe it’s better if this stays a secret between Gator and me.

I let the sheet drop. I can see Mastodon’s cum running down my leg. I scoop it up and smear it into my pussy. I feel like masturbating a bit, but my clit is sore, and I can't really do it. 

The water starts running in the shower, and I hear Gator shout, "GOD DAMN IT MAN, PUT THAT THING AWAY!"

"HAHAHAHA!!!!" I laugh hysterically as Mastodon opens the door to the bathroom, naked and half erect.

"You should really stop traumatizing Gator with your gorgeous cock," I say.

"He’s a big boy; he’ll get over it. I was just too lazy to cover myself, but here’s our bag," he says, handing me his old gym bag where we carry our stuff.

We shower together again; once more he washes my body and I wash his, only this time he lets me clean his ass and I let him clean mine.

He presses his fat finger against my asshole, and I tell him, "We can try the back door later, but now we need to hurry." His face lights up when he hears that.

"OH FUCK, I'M OUT OF HERE, SEE YOU!!" Fuck, I keep forgetting Gator is around.

We both laugh and finish our shower.

Mastodon peeks out and sees Gator is really gone, so we’re free to go out naked.

I put the gym bag on Gator’s bed and notice a very familiar stain in his sheets.

"I guess someone liked what he heard," I say, pointing at the extremely obvious and fresh cum spot.

"That motherfucker, or he liked what he saw," he replies, and my heart skips a beat, afraid he knew I accidentally exposed myself to Gator. Then he points at his sleeping cock, and my soul rests. "HAHAHAHA!" I love that strident laughter.

"And I don’t blame him," I say, squeezing his cock.

Outside we start hearing motorcycles running around, and we know it’s time to leave.

When we go out, most of the gang is ready to resume the road. I’m wearing jeans and a shirt again; my pussy really needs a rest from all the grinding against the pillion seat.

We ride through the day without many incidents. The girls tease me every time they can about my sexy dress not being around today and ask me when I am going to have fun with Mastodon, since they heard he has a massive cock. 

We stop for lunch at a diner. There, Mastodon and I get a real chance to have an actual conversation between us since we started riding.

In that conversation he tells me about his family, or rather, his ex-wife, who cheated on him, and his 8-year-old girl, who is the love of his life. He lives on his own in a small townhouse in Illinois.

I tell him my full story with Richard and how my parents never approved of him as my boyfriend. I also tell him about our breakup with as many details as I can.

Then the conversation shifts to my family.

"So, what about your parents? Aren’t they worried their little girl is out riding with some nasty bikers?" he asks.

"They would if they knew about it," I reply in a serious tone. "They don’t know I’m with you guys. They think that I bumped into a high school friend and his parents, and we are driving across the country on a religious tour. Claire and Wen played the parts of my friend and her mom on a phone call; it was hilarious."

"A religious tour?" he asks, surprised.

"Wen's idea. It worked out, though; my parents asked very little after that. I’ve just been sending them pics of any church we bump into, and they seem to be content with it. Luckily they haven’t asked for a pic with my friend or their parents. It would be fun to explain why she looks like a dominatrix and her parents are just 10 years older than me, lol," I reply as I eat mindlessly.

"HAHAHAHA! You’re too funny, little mouse." I really love making him laugh. "So, what is waiting for you back home? Are you ready for college?" What college?

"Uhmmm, well, see? Here's the thing: I was kind of too distracted by my former relationship, and I kind of didn’t apply for any college. So, I decided that I would take a sabbatical and focus on learning about myself. Yeah, I’m in a self-discovery stage, nothing to do with me being lazy or stupid," I reply as honestly as I can.

"That’s tough, little mouse. Don’t worry, you’re young and have all the time in the world to find your path. Do you have any work lined up yet?" He’s cute when he gets fatherly with me.

"Not really. Richard was supposed to help me get a job with a friend of his at a bakery, but now I have nothing." I haven’t even thought about that.

"How would you like a gig at the elegant Champagne, Illinois?" He asks with a broad smile.

"What? How? Where?" I say, not really knowing what to reply.

"You missed the when and who questions. I know someone that needs a young and cute receptionist for an accounting firm. Are you interested?" he asks.

"I don’t know, maybe? Who? When?" I know, cheap joke.

"HEY, ACCOUNTANT!" Claire's partner?

"So, he's really an accountant?" I ask, a little surprised.

"We all have real jobs outside the gang. I’m in IT. Jackal has an auto shop. Gator is a dentist; this is not a TV show, baby, we’re in the real world, and we need actual paying jobs to support our hobby," he says.

Right then the accountant gets to our table. "Whatup, Mastodon?"

"Are you still looking for that zero-experience front desk girl?" Mastodon asks, and the accountant nods. "I have an applicant for you. Why don’t you both talk about it?" Right now???

"Do you mean right now?" I ask, a little surprised.

"Yes, Little Mouse, now is always the second-best moment; the best one was yesterday," he says and walks away as the accountant sits in his place.

"Hi," I say nervously.

"Let me introduce myself first." He also has a different voice for the gang than for serious business. "I’m Max. I own a small accounting company, and we are looking for someone to help us with daily simple tasks: answering the phone, receiving customers, and maybe brewing a pot of coffee every now and then. Mostly we want a polite girl that can treat people nicely while they wait for an accountant, which can be as pleasant as a dentist appointment," he says.

"HEY!!!" Gator shouts from the booth next to ours.

"Ignore him. Anyway, that is the deal; the office is in Champaign, Illinois. If you’ve never heard of the town, you are like 99% of Americans. So, tell me about yourself," he says, leaning forward.

This is an extremely unusual situation; I’m being interviewed by a guy in a filthy denim jacket embroidered with the logo of the Road Beasts for a serious position in a secluded town. Unusual is putting it lightly.

I’m just glad I’m decently dressed today.

"Well, I just finished high school. I missed my chance to apply to colleges, so I’m planning on looking for a job when I return home. That’s in Summerville, of course; you know that because that’s where we’re going. Anyway, I don’t have any experience as a receptionist; I’ve never really worked, to be honest. Well, I did have a lemonade stand when I was young, well, younger? Yeah, but I don’t think that counts. But I do know how to make coffee; my parents are huge coffee lovers, and they have a drip coffee maker, capsules, a French press, and a moka, and I know how to use all of them. I prefer the capsules, because that’s easier, but I can do any of those." Fuck, I’m nervous. Can he tell I’m nervous?

"Ok, first of all, relax, take a deep breath. Let’s start again. Why don’t you tell me your name?" He can tell.

"Yes, hi, I’m Grace Lloyd. Nice to meet you, Mr. Max," I reply. I’m still a jumble of nerves.

"It’s just Max, but nice to meet you, Grace. So, do you know what you want to study?" he asks. His calm voice is helping me soothe my nerves.

"I’m not really sure; I might get into digital marketing or something like that," I say.

"Ok, not bad. So, would you say you're a people person?"

"Yeah, I think so. I’m good at keeping conversations flowing, and I like to think I’m easygoing and polite," I reply. I’m much more relaxed now.

"I can tell. Well, what do you think about the job? Would you be interested?"

"I’m not really sure. I have never thought about moving away from home, and I have zero knowledge in accounting, so I don’t think I would really fit," I reply.

"Let me worry about that. Look, it’s an entry-level position; I offer 30K a year with a dental and retirement plan. Nothing extravagant, but maybe it could be interesting for you. I was thinking of starting to interview girls when I get back home, but maybe you were sent our way for a reason. Think about it; if you want the position, it’s yours; if not, no harm done," he says.

"Thank you, but I don’t even have a place to stay there, and I don’t know anyone in Champagne. I don’t know if I could do it," I reply.

"Nonsense, you have a huge family there! ISN’T THAT RIGHT, FAMILY?!!" He shouts, and the whole diner fills with the gang's screams.

"So, think about it; talk it over with Mastodon and the girls. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to have you there. I know Claire would love to have someone her age in the gang." He says goodbye, shakes my hand, and leaves the booth.

"So, how did it go?" Mastodon asks as he sits down.

"He says I have the job if I want it."

"That’s great news! You had your first successful job interview; you’re quite the grown-up now! Congratulations, little mouse. Now, do you want the job or not?" He asks; I guess he must’ve read the confusion on my face.

"I don’t really know." I try to say something more, but the words stick to my mouth. I know the walls have ears, and I don’t feel like sharing my insecurities with the gang.

"Come, little mouse, let’s talk outside," he says as he grabs my hand.

"HEY GRACIE! ARE YOU GIVING HIM A THANK YOU BJ? CAN I WATCH AGAIN?" Wen shouts from across the restaurant, and the whole gang erupts in laughter.

"Never mind her; she likes teasing people," he says as we leave the place.

"Oh, I know, don’t worry. Also, word has gotten around of your… little Mastodon, and they are curious to see it," I reply, rubbing his cock over his pants.

"I bet they are. Anyway, what’s on your mind?"

"Too much, I guess," I reply. "Max seems ok, and the job offer is very nice, but I feel like he’s doing it out of obligation towards you. I don’t want to fail you."

"Nonsense, you could never. Look, we don’t really mix family issues with our professional life, so if he offered you a job, it’s because he thinks you can do it, not out of obligation or anything like that. And if in the end you can’t do it, he’ll fire you anyway, and we’ll all be friends as ever.

"And if you do get fired, you haven’t failed me or anyone; it just wasn’t the right job for you, but you’ll find the right one, I promise. However, you’re under no obligation to accept the offer; think about it, you still have a couple of days to figure it out," he says.

"A couple of days? I thought we would get to Summerville tomorrow," I ask.

"Yeah, we could, but Jackal says we need to talk to at least a couple of the local biker groups in Charleston before acting on Ricky boy, so we need to ride there first and have a couple of meetings before dropping you off." He replies in a serious tone.

"If you drop me off," I reply with a grin.

"If we drop you off," he says, matching my grin.

Suddenly I get a text message; it’s Claire: "Hey Moussey! I hear you might be moving into Champaign! I’m actually looking for a roomie. So if you don’t mind nudity and the occasional loud sex, we could work something out! SO EXCITED!!!"

I show it to Mastodon, and all he does is smile and say, "Your call; I know she’s a good girl. I think she’s in school, and his folks pay for the place. I don’t think you would recognize her if you saw her around town dressed in her everyday clothes."

We walk through the town streets talking about anything and everything until, in one alley, a neon sign catches Mastodon’s eye.

"Can we?" he asks.

‘Adult store’ he wants us to go to a sex shop.

My head nods without me realizing, and we start walking towards it.

As we enter, an obviously gay man receives us excitedly, "Welcome to my little shop of wonders. We have quite a selection of toys and costumes. Feel free to ask about anything, or, if you need assistance, please let me know," he says as he lowers the volume to the soap opera he was watching.

I turn to see Mastodon, and somehow I know what’s in his mind: "We’re, uhm, trying anal play, like for the first time. Uhm, do you have something to, you know, help us get there?" I ask as ashamed as I have ever been in my life.

"Oh, honey, I’m somewhat of an expert on anal play!" He replies, winking at me. Mastodon lets out a chuckle, and he also gets a wink. "Ok, first of all, you need a good lube. Lube is your new best friend. I have a couple very nice CBD ones that help you relax your… muscles."

"Thanks, really, but we’re just browsing; we’re on a tight budget and just wanted to get an idea of the prices." Fuck, I haven’t really thought about the money. I keep forgetting he’s paying for everything here.

"Yeah, sorry to bother you; we’re just curious, really," I say.

"Oh, I see. You know, I have a very affordable set of plugs that start from a training one, which is barely thicker than a finger, to a big one, as big as a nice fat penis. Here, take a look at it; take them out and feel them. That’s what I would use… if I needed the training, that is. And coincidentally that specific set has a discount, half off, and I can give you a few lube samples, for free, just for you lovebirds," he says. He's one hell of a salesman, but I don’t want to make Mastodon spend more money on me.

The plugs are made of black silicone; they are soft and have a round transparent jewel at the base. They feel very nice, and the marked price is not too bad, but with the discount he’s giving us, it sounds like a bargain. It’s funny how the discount is not advertised. I think he just wants us to have them.

"No, thanks, we’re really just browsing," I say, but Mastodon interrupts me.

"We’ll take them, thanks." He says, and I stop talking immediately. "If you want them, that is," he says, turning to look at me.

"I… I mean, yeah, but I thought we were just being curious," I reply.

"Yes, we’ll take them." He doubles down, and I have nothing more to say.

"Wonderful, I can assure you, you won’t regret it," our salesman says as he bags our purchase and grabs a bunch of single-use lubes from the counter and tosses them in. "I’m also including a special soap for toys; wash them before the first use and after each one. Don’t be nasty."

"Yes, thank you; you’re too kind," I reply. I take the box out of the bag and take out the smallest plug, trying to imagine how it will feel inside of me.

"If you want," the salesman says, "there’s a private room back there; we use it to rent porn movies. I could let you both use it if either of you wants to try the plug for the first time," he says with a devilish grin.

I don’t wait for Mastodon’s reply and say eagerly, "Sure, lead the way."

He takes me first to a faucet where he teaches me how to wash the toy. Then he opens the door to a private room with black lights and enough room to do our bit. "Enjoy!" He says as he closes the door behind us.

Before we can say anything, we hear the soap opera blasting from the front of the store.

"I think we bumped into an anal angel here," I say.

Mastodon laughs hysterically at my joke, "HAHAHAHAHAHA! Maybe we did. So, do you really want to do this here?"

"He said if either of us wanted to try it… should we flip a coin?" I ask. He makes a terrified expression, and I laugh. "HAHAHA! GOTCHA!" I say, and I turn around as I undo my pants, then I bend at the waist and stand there waiting for him to do anything.

"If you want this to happen, you need to peel off my panties first," I say. He wastes no time and pulls them down softly. I can feel the fabric rolling down my ass and then my legs.

"Are you sure, little mouse? I don’t want to hurt you."

"I know that; that’s why I’m sure of this. Besides, I made a promise to my man, and I’m a girl of my word. Just be gentle," I say.

I can’t really see what he’s doing, but I hear shuffling, and I feel his hand on my ass every now and then.

Suddenly I feel his rough fingers running through my ass crack, then the cold of the lube hits me right in the asshole. "Put some in the plug too," I say.

I feel the soft tip of the plug running up and down on my crack. Every time it hits my asshole, I get goosebumps. I know what’s coming, and I’m a little nervous about it.

"Just say the word and I’ll stop." He says and starts pressing the toy against my asshole.

He takes his time, pressing the toy just slightly against my rear before pulling it away.

He does this a bunch of times; he squirts more lube every now and then and goes back to pressing softly on my backdoor.

"A little more, I can take it," I say. He wastes no time and presses a bit harder. A guttural grunt comes from my throat as I feel my ass giving way to the plug.

He stops, but I’m too far gone. I move my hips towards him, making the toy penetrate my ass a bit more. "Don’t stop, please," I say.

As he pushes the toy further and further into my rear, I moan and grunt harder, confident that no one will hear us with the TV so loud outside.

"FUCK YES, DO IT, TAKE MY VIRGIN ASSHOLE, IT’S YOURS!" I scream as I feel the larger part of the plug enter and settle inside me.

My phone and his have been receiving text messages, but we ignore them; right now only he and I exist.

"Should I try pulling it out?" He asks, and I turn to see him and nod with a smile.

I feel him pulling on the plug, and my moans and grunts get louder as more of the plug leaves my ass.

As I feel the most stretched I have felt so far, I tell him, "WAIT! Fuck me while it’s still inside!" And then I push my body towards him, making my asshole swallow the plug again.

He hesitates for a second but drops his pants, and his cock is hard and ready for me.

"Take them off," he says, pointing at my pants. I do it, and he picks me up. " Hold on tight," he says, and I grab onto his neck and wrap my legs around his hips.

He lowers me and aligns his cock with my pussy. He's inside me effortlessly. 

I can feel the plug in my ass and his shaft filling my pussy as he starts pumping me. It’s too much; I had never been stimulated like that, and I don’t think I can take it for too long.

"Fuck, it’s too much; you’re filling me too much. It feels sooo… soooooo…" I say, and then all I can do is moan louder and louder.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES!!! YEEEEEESS!!!" I scream as a strong orgasm takes over me.

I can barely hear or see anything when I hear his phone ring.

He gently puts me down, and I walk like a baby zebra being born.

"Fuck, it’s Jackal," he says as he takes the call. "Hey man. Yes, doing some shopping. Ok, we’ll catch up," and he hangs up.

"We have to flee, little mouse; they are getting on their bikes. If they leave before we get there, I’ll be in trouble," he says as he pulls up his pants.

I get dressed quickly, grab our purchase, and flee.

"Thank you so much; it was amazing. Bye!!" I say to the sales guy as we leave, almost running.

“I KNOW!!!” I hear him shout.

We manage to get to the diner before the gang leaves, and as I get on the bike, I notice something.

I’m still plugged.

Mastodon starts his bike, and the vibration does something different in me. I’m getting turned on without being naked or grinding. I feel the vibration inside me, and I’m still sensitive.

This will be an interesting ride.