Sex Piston (Biker Bitches)

by Jamie Begley

  The house she saw was everything you would expect from a home in the mountain. It was a two-story log home with a wraparound porch. The back of the house hung off the side of the mountain, and Sex Piston could only imagine that the views from the deck would be spectacular.

  “Where are we?” Sex Piston asked as they climbed off the bike.

  “My home.”

  “You live here?” Sex Piston couldn’t understand how he could afford a home like this.

  He was working at Powell’s garage in town as a mechanic until he got the Destructors settled. She had assumed that was what he did in West Virginia. Sex Piston couldn’t imagine him working a nine to five job, so that left only one option. She had found herself a dud. There was no way that he could afford a home like this on a mechanic’s salary; he was involved in some illegal shit.

  “Take me home.”

  They had been walking to his front door, but he came to a sudden stop at her angry command.

  “Why don’t you want to see my home?” She could tell he wasn’t going to take her back to Jamestown without her going inside first.

  “Because I don’t want to know how you paid for it. It would make me an accessory, and I don’t plan on visiting you in jail!”

  Stud laughed while continuing on to the house, keeping his hand on her arm while she kept trying to get away. When the door closed behind them, he let her go.

  Sex Piston closed her open mouth with a snap. No wonder he had refused to get a bigger place when she had suggested it. He already owned a huge home.

  Despite her hesitance, Sex Piston wandered through his house. The living room was large with a stone fireplace and wooden floors. The heavy furniture fit in with the rustic style of the log home. Sex Piston knew the furniture was expensive. She was planning on giving her mother a new living room set for Mother’s Day. This was the furniture that when she told the salesmen her budget, he would walk on by to the room at the back of the store which held the cheaper sets.

  The eat-in kitchen was just as big as the living room, with a table sitting by the double glass doors which had another beautiful view off the deck. She could imagine Stud and the girls eating breakfast there with the doors open.

  She felt the lump in her throat get bigger as she walked throughout Stud’s home with him following behind. She found Aunt Katy’s room; it was next to the kitchen beside the laundry room.

  She went up the steps to the second floor. The first bedroom had twin beds and pale pink walls. The lace curtains blew in the wind from the open window. Sex Piston went to the girls’ dresser they shared, picking up the red ribbon that she had seen in Meri’s hair then the purple one she had seen in Keri’s. She looked at Stud standing in the doorway, watching. He moved back as she went through the door, closing it behind her.

  The room she saw next to the girls’ was Star’s nursery. The pale yellow and green walls with cartoon characters playing were adorable. She walked to her crib and saw a tan rabbit lying there. She reached in, taking the rabbit and brushing it against her cheek, smelling Star’s distinctive baby powder smell.

  She left Star’s room reluctantly, going to the room across the hall. She opened that door and saw a room with pale, tan walls and a large bed and dresser, but it was otherwise impersonal. She closed the door to Stud’s guest room without bothering to go inside.

  Sex Piston paused before opening the last door, knowing it was Stud’s. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. The room was the largest of them all, decorated with different shades of browns and green. It had a fireplace that was in the corner of the room,designed—Sex Piston was sure—so that you could lie on the bed and still have a view of the fireplace.

  “You’re home is beautiful, Stud.” Sex Piston’s husky voice was soft in the quietness of the house. She walked to the window, pulling back the cream-colored sheers, looking at the beauty of the surrounding mountains.

  “Thank you.”

  Sex Piston laid her forehead against the window pane, closing her eyes. She felt Stud come up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist.

  “I had a friend when I was younger. We were friends from the first day of school, Stud. Ma still has pictures of us in school, sitting together that first day of kindergarten. We were best friends all the way through elementary school. She had started school late because of her birthday and she hadn’t passed kindergarten the first time, so she was older than me, but she didn’t act it. I looked up to her because she already knew everything. I followed her around like a puppy for years.”

  Sex Piston hesitated then continued with her story. “The first day of sixth grade, she changed. She became friends with girls in the seventh and eighth grades. I was small for my age, but developed. The boys and girls noticed. My friend started hanging out with her new friends, but they wouldn’t let me. They were mean, called me names and basically tortured me throughout middle school.

  “I didn’t tell anyone, Stud. Not Ma or Pops, or even Diamond. The girls really didn’t like the boys paying attention to me. One day, I made the mistake of letting one of the boys walk me home from school. The next day at school, they were horrible to me, but I pretended to ignore them the way I always did.

  “It was raining that day, so I rode the bus home. My friend motioned for me to sit with her at the back of the bus. She was smiling and waving at me, like when we were little. I went and sat down next to them. As soon as the bus started moving, they ganged up on me.

  “The one that stabbed me twice had a crush on the boy who walked me home. She wanted to teach me a lesson. I learned my lesson that day, Stud, and I never forgot it. Allison didn’t participate, but she watched. She didn’t try to help me. She even stood in front of the back mirror so that the bus driver couldn’t see that six girls were beating me to death.”

  Stud tightened his hold on her. “What happened?”

  A smile touched her lips. “Killyama, Crazy Bitch, T.A. and even Fat Louise took them all on. They were hurt, too, but they managed to get the bus driver’s attention, and get the girls away from me. Killyama held my jacket against my side until they could get an ambulance. Ma told me they stayed at the hospital until her and Pops could get there. We became friends that day and it’s lasted all these years.

  “I always imagined the man I fell in love with would live in Jamestown. We’d buy a home not far from Ma and Pops house, close enough for me to go by their house everyday and take care of things for them. I would always be able to go by the club for a beer with Killyama, Crazy Bitch, Fat Louise and T.A. Go running around with them in our car, have kids together, get old together.”

  “Sex Piston,I can move—” Stud began, but Sex Piston cut him off.

  “Do you love me, Stud?” Sex Piston turned in his arms so that she could see his face.

  “Yes, Sex Piston, I love you.”

  Sex Piston looked down at the ribbons and stuffed rabbit in her hands.

  “It’s not going to be easy, Stud.” She licked her suddenly dry lips before confessing, “I can be a little obnoxious, I have a bad temper, no one likes my friends, and my family is nuts.” She raised her eyes to him. “But, I think I’m in love with you.”

  “I think I can handle all that,” Stud said, taking the ribbons and rabbit from her hands and tossing them onto the chair by the window.

  Unbuttoning her black sheer blouse, he let it slide down her arms to land on the floor. The silky red cami underneath barely covered her breasts. He tugged her black skirt down her legs before turning her to sit on the bed. Going down to his knees, he took off her high-heeled sandals before staring at the tiny red thong that barely covered the fleshy lips of her pussy.

  Sliding the panties down her slightly raised hips, he didn’t take his eyes away from the flesh he exposed; glistening wetness anxious for his touch. He pressed brief kisses on the inside of her thighs before he spread her thighs wider, placing them over his shoulders as his mouth went to her pussy, licking the tiny drops of her desire. His tongue slid betw
een her folds before slipping into her opening.

  Her moans and cries filled the room as he feasted on her, dragging her ass to the edge of the bed before he unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock. He took her hips in his hands, pushing her hips downward as he took his mouth away.

  Her eyes looked up at him in desire as she slid downwards to his lap, her back now against the side of the bed. His fingers moved, holding her ass and spreading her wide as he slid his cock deep into her.

  Sex Piston couldn’t prevent the scream that filled the room. Stud leaned upwards, pushing even more of his cock inside her.

  “It’s too tight, Stud,” Sex Piston moaned, trying to wiggle her hips to ease the pressure as he began thrusting his cock deep.

  “This isn’t going to be easy, Sex Piston.” Stud’s hands moved her hips up and down, his hands completely holding her weight. Her body was positioned so that he did all the work and the only thing she could do was take the pounding he was determined she was going to have.

  “When I get done with you tonight, you are going to know you’re mine. I can be an ass, I like things my way, you’ll have to put up with three kids that aren’t yours, and I’m never going to stop loving you.”

  Sex Piston managed to grasp his biceps, her orgasm building to a level that had her nails digging into his flesh. His words went through her mind and she relaxed, letting her hands grasp his for support. The cock thrusting inside her slid through her slick sheathe as she gave her body to him, finally understanding this man with those tattoos that she hadn’t let herself explore yet.

  The skull tattoo on his bicep said loyalty. The one on the side of his chest was a wild horse with a flowing mane, showing his commitment to the Blue Horsemen. The three roses on his chest, each one representing a daughter he would protect. Then there was the saying that had been telling her all along how long he was going to be hers. To the ends of the earth.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Sex Piston hung over the rail, screaming her lungs out. “Go, Stud!”

  “Sex Piston, stop.” Sex Piston felt Sizzle pull her dress further down over her ass.

  Straightening, she hugged her ma. “He’s going to win again,” Sex Piston yelled, jumping up and down. She was wearing a leather dress that came to the tops of her thighs with high heels. Her garters were just below the bottom of her dress, showing blue bows. Her red hair was pulled back to a high and tight ponytail.

  The outdoor racetrack was filled to capacity to watch the regional cup championship. The outdoor racetrack was two point two miles long and had twelve curves that the bikes had to navigate at high speeds. Stud was up against bikers that were as good as him from his region.

  He came around that last curve, going so fast that he seemed to be riding his bike sideways. The biker ahead of him eased off for a split second to navigate that last curve. That was where he lost his advantage because instead of slowing down, Stud sped up, winning the race by a fraction of three seconds.

  Sex Piston, Killyama, Fat Louise, Crazy Bitch and T.A. all jumped up and down. Meri, and Keri joined in; Aunt Katy had volunteered to stay home with Star who would have been exhausted by the long day at the track.

  “Sex Piston, pull your dress down. You’re showing all your assets,” Sizzle snapped, reaching forward in her seat to tug the bottom of the tight dress down.

  Sex Piston threw her mother a frustrated look and then took her seat next to her ma, grabbing the popcorn from her. “Chill out, Ma.”

  “You’re just like your grandmother; she didn’t care who she showed herself to either.”

  “Who are you talking about?” Sex Piston asked, staring at her mother, worried that since she had moved in with Stud and his girls in his huge house that her mother was becoming even more lost to reality. Maybe she was wrong and everything hadn’t been going as well as she thought.

  “Quit staring at me as if I’m going senile. Your pops and I are doing fine without you, Sex Piston. You come by the house twice a day to check on us. We actually see you more now that you moved out.”

  Sex Piston’s hand tightened on the popcorn, refusing to let Fat Louise have it. “Go buy your own. I almost broke my neck going down those steps in these heels.”

  Killyama handed Fat Louise her popcorn when she started pouting.

  “Sucker.” Sex Piston kept eating the popcorn, despite Killyama’s glare.

  “Your grandmother would have—”

  “Ma, you’ve got to quit talking about your mother. The only thing you knew about her was her first name. That was all the woman who adopted you would let you know, so quit acting like you shared such a great relationship.”

  Her mother looked around, apprehensively surveying the crowd around them. “Sex Piston, there is something I’ve never told you. I knew your grandmother. She visited me whenever she was able to, but you’re right; I barely remember her at all. I only know what I read about her.” Sizzle leaned closer to Sex Piston, still keeping a wary eye out for eavesdroppers. “She was beautiful. She was a star. That’s why we named you after her, our beautiful star.”

  Sex Piston’s hand holding the popcorn halfway to her mouth dropped the popcorn back into the bucket.

  “You named me Norma because you thought I was a beautiful star, like you thought Diamond was your precious jewel?”

  “Of course, honey. My two babies had to have special names.” Sex Piston felt the hurt that she had held that her parents cared more for Diamond disappear. It didn’t totally disappear because Diamond was always going to be a daddy’s girl, but she was hoping that the big, ass fifty inch television that she had purchased for Father’s Day might have him reconsidering giving her that title.

  “Stud’s done,” Crazy Bitch said over her shoulder.

  “He kiss her?” Sex Piston asked, getting to her feet and smoothing down her dress with a wiggle of her hips before handing her popcorn to Killyama.

  “Nope, he took the trophy and stepped away. See, I told you he learned his lesson,” Crazy Bitch said smugly.

  The second to last race Stud won, the trophy bitch had grabbed and kissed Stud, and the asshole hadn’t tried hard to break her lip lock. He went a week watching her dress in her sexiest outfits without getting any. The last race, a week ago, he had let the trophy bitch kiss him again. She almost twisted his left nut off when she gave him his early morning blowjob in the shower. Her man might be slow, but he wasn’t stupid.

  “See you guys Monday,” she said to T.A. and Crazy Bitch, giving Meri and Keri their hugs. They had begged to spend the night with Killyama and Fat Louise, who were going to drop them off tomorrow afternoon. Sex Piston bent down to give Sizzle a goodbye kiss. “Later, Ma.”

  Sex Piston turned to go down the bleachers then hesitated before turning back. “Ma, what did you mean your mother was a star?”

  “Shh… I shouldn’t have said anything. It could be dangerous to open old wounds. Forget I ever said anything.” Her mother returned to eating her popcorn.

  “Ma, has Diamond come around, you know, bringing you a little something that you and Pops like to smoke on your Saturday nights?”

  Her mother’s angry glare told her that she better spend another few bucks on Pops present to add the premium channels to make it up to her.

  She gave up on her mother and walked the short path to find Stud.

  Stud stood next to Bear, waiting for Sex Piston. Travis Shepherd walked by with a group of the bikers, smiling.

  “What are you still hanging around for, Wyatt? I already got the phone number you wouldn’t take from the trophy girl. It’s too late to change your mind.”

  Stud laughed, shaking the hand Travis held out to him. They stood talking for several minutes about their machines.

  Stud saw it in their eyes when he lost their attention.

  “Who is that?” Travis said, making sure the sun glinted on his second place trophy.

  Stud didn’t turn around, enjoying watching the men’s reaction.

  “You ready, Stu
d?” Sex Piston came to his side, her hand sliding around his waist. Leaning up, she took his mouth in a kiss that had him almost handing her the trophy. Her lips broke from his, making him wish they weren’t two hours away from home.

  “Travis, see you next race.”

  “Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Travis asked, giving Sex Piston a practiced smile that she ignored.

  “No.” Taking Sex Piston’s hand, he gave Bear his instructions for getting the bike back safely.

  Sex Piston went to the truck. Climbing in, she slid over so that she could sit close to him. Unlike his first wife, Sex Piston enjoyed watching him race, but she never gave the other riders the time of day.

  She had eventually found out that he wasn’t working at Powell’s. He was just using his garage to build the custom bike he would eventually sell. His bikes were becoming well known, but he would only sell a couple a year. The one he had won on today was one he had built.

  “Stud, do you know who sells Shade his weed?”

  Her question had him pausing with the key in the ignition. “No. Why?”

  “Because Ma and Diamond are either nuts or high,” Sex Piston said, trying not to show him how upset she was getting.

  Stud leaned back in his seat, turning toward her. “Why do you think that?”

  “Because Diamond brought us all bug out bags yesterday and then Ma just told me that my grandmother was named Norma and was a big star. They have to be getting bad weed, don’t you think? They both can’t be nuts, Stud.”

  Stud almost laughed, but stopped when he saw she was getting more upset. “What does it matter if they are both nuts? As long as you’re not, that’s all that counts.” He thought that would make her feel better, but it only made it worse.

  Sex Piston threw him a pissed off look. “Because shit like that is heredity.”

  “What does that…?” This time Stud looked closer at Sex Piston, noticing her breasts were peeking higher out of her clothes than usual. The Star tat she had placed on her breast was more obvious. He could even make out Meri and Keri’s names within the half moons on the other side of the star.