With them, I wasn’t judged or expected to live up to their standards. Sure, the biker community was cliquey too, but it wasn’t the same. They shunned those that sought to make them conform, those that didn’t accept them for what they were or those that simply played a biker on the weekends. They had a style and culture all their own but as long as you treated them with respect they generally left you alone. No one was snickering if you’re old jeans weren’t the right brand or you didn’t ride the right kind of bike. Of course, people like Becky were everywhere, even amongst bikers. However, Dutch, Locke and Sheila, as well many of the others, just ignored them.
As the afternoon wore on, it got cooler and pretty soon we all were forced back into our clothes. Soon after, we left the small, rocky beach as the sun disappeared. However, we had more trouble to get into later that night. We all wound up at a roadhouse we’d passed along the way to the lake. They had food, drinks and a live band, everything we needed to enjoy the evening. They also had another group of bikers and that’s where the trouble began.
I didn’t see him right away but Sheila pointed him out to me. He was tall with dark hair, a full beard and muscles for days. A white wife beater, jeans and boots were all he wore. He was staring at me with his dark eyes, drinking me in the way Dutch did, and my body reacted the same way. My pussy warmed and tingled as I caught his glance and he looked at me like a lion looks at a gazelle.
Dutch and Locke were playing darts in the back while Sheila and I danced together as the rock band played. The other biker walked up to us, slipped his arms around each of us and said, “Evening ladies. You two looking for a good time?”
I wanted to tell him to get lost. I wanted to tell him to take his hand off my ass. I wanted to stop thinking about what he might look like naked. I liked Dutch, I liked him a lot, but I guess I was feeling my newfound freedom. Thankfully, Sheila took the lead. I thought she might knee this guy in the balls or something, but she took his advance in stride.
“We’re already having a good time,” She said and spun out of his arms, carrying me with her. Then she planted her lips on mine and grabbed my ass as if she owned it. Holy shit! Then Sheila let me up for air and said, “See?”
“That’s what I’m talking about. I know you two aren’t dykes, but I’d love to watch you pretend,” he said. I wanted him just to leave but he was persistent.
“Sorry, not interested. We brought dates,” Shelia replied. He wasn’t going to give up and looked right at me.
“How ‘bout you, sexy,” he asked as his eyes swept up and down my body. Damn, my pussy was drooling. Traitor! My mind didn’t want anything to do with this guy, insisting on loyalty to Dutch. My body, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the way his eyes undressed me and caressed every inch of my soft, round body.
“Not interested,” was all I said.
“I’ll be over there when you come to your senses, either of you or both,” he said and walked away. Sheila laughed but she must’ve seen something on my face. I remember the night I met Dutch. He came on like a bull in a china shop and then left me with an open invitation also.
“Did he make you nervous? Most of these guys come on strong but they generally respect the boundaries,” Sheila said trying to reassure me. I wished that was all it was.
“Yeah, a little. I’m glad you were here. Let’s go find the guys,” I said. She nodded and off we went. Seeing Dutch made me forget about the other guy immediately. Dutch was every bit as sexy as that other guy was, probably even more so. Even though I was confused by the feelings the other guy aroused, I guess it was natural. He was sexy and a lot like Dutch. Still, I was with Dutch and I shouldn’t be feeling that way about someone else.
The intruder kept his distance until I went to the little girl’s room. Sheila and Locke were dancing while Dutch and I watched. He wasn’t much of a dancer. Neither was Locke but Sheila wouldn’t take no for an answer. As I came out of the restroom, the other biker was there waiting. I felt a surge of fear and excitement as he came towards me. I backed away until my backside pressed against the wall in an alcove with a payphone.
“I can’t stop looking at you, sweetheart. Damn, you’re fine,” he told me as he loomed over me and caressed my cheek with his strong hand. He talked to me just like Dutch and I liked it.
“I’m not your sweetheart,” I said weakly. Damn, I was weak in the knees, breathing hard and shaking. Then he kissed me. I tensed but it wasn’t long before I surrendered to him. His hands found my ass and squeezed and before I knew it, my hand was squeezing his thick cock through his jeans. Oh my God, what was I doing? I struggled and pushed him away. He laughed as I turned to find Sheila watching us.
She stared him down and he backed away. I felt terrible. What had I done? There was a back door at the end of the hall. I pushed my way past the big biker and ran outside. “Shauna!” Sheila called after me as the guy laughed. Once I was outside, I leaned against the wall and fought the urge to cry. Sheila came out to find me staring off into the night next to a dumpster.
“What was that?” she asked.
“I don’t know. He kissed me and...and I kissed him back. Please don’t tell Dutch,” I said.
“Hey, it’s alright, Shauna. Shit happens. He’s sexy as hell, if a little pushy. Hell, I wished he’d kissed me,” she said and I looked at her, puzzled.
“What about Locke?” I asked.
“I’m married not dead. Are you kidding? I’d fuck that guy silly if I weren’t married,” Shelia told me and it made me laugh.
“Really?” I asked her. She nodded.
“And Locke knows it. He looks at other women, too. So what? I love him and he loves me. We’ve made a choice to be together. But you and Dutch barely know each other. I know him, though. He isn’t the jealous type. Still, he won’t appreciate you keeping stuff from him. Would you if the tables were turned?” she explained.
“No, I wouldn’t,” I told her. I guess I’d rather know Dutch found another girl attractive than have him lie about it.
“I won’t tell Dutch about this but you should. I want a guy that wants me all to himself but I don’t want a guy I have to lie to about stuff so he doesn’t blow his stack. Dutch will understand. If he doesn’t, and I know he will, you probably don’t want him anyway,” Sheila told me. I saw her point.
“That’s just it. I don’t know him all that well. He doesn’t talk much. I know it’s only been a few weeks, but I want to know him.” I admitted. I liked Dutch. I wanted to get to know him, the real Dutch.
“Ask him. I’ve known him for a while. He’s a good friend to us,” Sheila said. I hugged Sheila and she hugged me back. I marveled at how simple it all seemed when she said it. It was, I guess. Playing games just made things harder.
“I’ll talk to him tonight,” I said.
“I don’t know about you, but if that hunk had kissed me like he was kissing you, I’d be begging Locke to take me home and have his way with me,” Sheila said and winked. I guess I felt the same way. Despite the drama, I was still turned on by the way that guy came on to me. Just like when Dutch did it, it made me feel sexy.
“Yeah, it’s time to go home,” I said. Sheila gathered me up and we went back inside to get the boys.
>>O<<
Half an hour later, I had Dutch naked back home on my bed and I was lying between his legs giving him a warm, wet blowjob. I had him all worked up and he was leaking into my mouth, a treat I savored as often as I could. I wanted to play with my pussy, but I knew better. I’d come when Dutch let me come and I was glad to let him take control. He hadn’t disappointed yet, even that first night with him when I didn’t come at all.
I was going to tell him about the other biker and the kiss after we had sex, but Dutch was way ahead of me. “So, did that other guy get you excited?” he asked suddenly. I lifted my eyes and then my head, letting his cock pop free.
“You know about him?” I asked worriedly.
“He was checking you out all night,” Dutch said. I had
to come clean now but again, Dutch knew more than I thought. “I bet you’re pussy got all wet when he kissed you,” Dutch added. I was speechless. I wondered if Sheila had told him, but I didn’t know when she could have. We left as soon as we went back into the roadhouse and she never had a chance, not to mention she promised me she wouldn’t.
Dutch laughed softly, “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?”
“Dutch, I...,” was all I managed to get out before he shushed me gently. He went to the edge of the bed and sat. “Come here,” he said and when I’d joined him, he gently pushed me down and over his knees. Was he really going to do this? He answered my silent question a moment later when his hand smacked my bare ass and I cried out. Dutch kneaded my succulent flesh where he had struck me as I looked over my shoulder at him.
“Did you like it? Don’t lie, I’ll know. Hell, I already know but I want you to say it,” Dutch said and I might have been scared if I wasn’t so fucking excited.
“Yes, I did,” I said and Dutch spanked me again. I screamed out in pleasure as much as pain as his hand sent ripples through my flesh.
“I know you did. I can see it. You’re a naughty girl. Too bad you didn’t tell me about it sooner. Maybe we could have brought him home and I could have shared you with him,” Dutch said and my eyes went wide, but clenched shut as his hand found my round ass one more time. I squealed in delight, both at the spanking and the thought of Dutch and the other man ravishing me.
“Fuck me, daddy. I’m so horny. I need your cock in me,” I begged. I was past caring anymore. I don’t know if Dutch knew the effect this was having on me, I suspect he did, but it took me by complete surprise. His hand met my ass one last time, the hardest spanking yet, and then Dutch picked me up in his strong arms and helped me to straddle him.
I knew what to do as I sank onto his steel rod until my soft behind rested on his thighs. I pushed Dutch down and rode his cock for everything I was worth. I slid up and down his cock as he grabbed my wide hips and sank his fingers into my lush sides and my breasts bounced wildly. Dutch took in the show, a look of hunger on his face. Soon, I was taken by a rush of intense pleasure and screamed out. I couldn’t remember ever being as wet or excited as I was at that moment.
“Too bad that other biker isn’t here to stuff his dick up you’re sexy ass,” Dutch said and I looked at him and found a mischievous smile.
“I’m your bad girl, daddy. Punish me,” I responded playfully and before I realized what was happening, Dutch had me on my back, my legs in the air and his cock deep in my pussy. Dutch stroked my mouth with his index and middle fingers as he pounded me savagely. I eagerly opened my lips and he began to fuck my mouth with the fingers. I felt another amazing climax build.
“I bet you wish you had his cock in your mouth, don’t you? You’re a fucking slut, Shauna. A big, beautiful slut,” Dutch said and I absolutely lost my mind. I wailed and writhed as the wild shuddering spasms took over. I felt the impact of Dutch’s forceful thrusting send shockwaves through my ample body. My breasts rolled and shook as if they had a life of their own. I couldn’t stop this train even if I wanted to and I didn’t want to.
Dutch hammered into me driving me crazy as wave after wave of intolerable sensations racked my poor body. I was shaking, sobbing and fighting for breath as the pleasure raged within. Then Dutch took his fingers away and slapped me. It wasn’t hard, playful and exciting really, but it got my attention as the next orgasm hit me and I went rigid. I locked my eyes on his daring him to do it again and he granted my wish, smacking my face and caused me to gasp.
I realized I was drenched in sweat and my hair was matted to my face and neck. Dutch was covered in perspiration as well, the tips of his shaggy blonde hair wet with it. I held those beautiful blue eyes and began to laugh as I came again. Dutch slapped my breasts and twisted my nipples just as I climaxed and cried out at the top of my lungs as the pain and pleasure conspired to launch me into the stratosphere. For a moment, I could barely comprehend any of it and then Dutch was coming inside of me as I wrapped my legs around him making sure he didn’t try to escape.
Dutch pumped his load into me and filled me with its warmth. I was overwhelmed with emotion but instead of crying, I just giggled as Dutch grunted and finally screamed like some crazy Viking warrior and then collapsed next to me. I was still laughing as I tried to recover, my body vibrating as if I was hooked up to a live wire. Dutch’s cock stood straight up and more of his orgasm ran down his length.
“That just happened,” he said and I burst out laughing again. Apparently, Dutch was as surprised by the whole episode as I was. It was intense and wildly thrilling.
“Maybe I should let strange men kiss me more often, daddy,” I said and Dutch chuckled. He managed to roll over and he was like an oven. His skin was hot, and so was mine I suppose. We kissed and then he lay his head down on my soft breasts and draped an arm over me. Neither of us moved for a while, too tired and spent. However, I had to ask Dutch about what he said.
“Do you really want that?” I asked. I’m not sure how I’d feel if he did but I had to admit the fantasy was exciting.
“What? Another guy fucking you?” he asked.
“Yeah, I thought you’d be mad but Sheila talked me down and said I should tell you about it. She said lying would be worse than being honest about it,” I explained.
“She’s right. She usually is. I don’t know. It was hot in the moment to say that stuff. Look, I don’t own you. If that guy turns you on and you want to fuck him, you should. If we both thought inviting another guy or girl to join us would be fun, then why not?” Dutch said. That made sense, but it wasn’t very satisfying. As Sheila said, I wanted to know Dutch wanted me. I didn’t want him losing his mind every time a guy looked at me, but I wanted to know he wanted me all to himself.
“So, you don’t mind if I have sex with other people?” I asked.
“Well, sure I’d mind,” he said. That was almost the answer I wanted to hear.
“So why didn’t you kick his ass or something?” I wondered.
“Sheila had it handled,” he said. I took a deep breath. I was going down a road I shouldn’t. I let it go. I figured Dutch would tell me how he felt when he was ready. Pressing the issue was only going make him shut down and leave me angry. I didn’t want that.
“Sheila also said that if I wanted to know more about you, I should ask. I’m asking. I’d love to know what makes Dutch tick. By the way, is that your real name?” I asked. We’d been going out for a few weeks and I had no idea.
“Sheila’s been busy. No, my parents didn’t name me Dutch. My real name is Harold Van Der Burg,” he said. I wiggled from beneath him and sat up. Dutch lay on his back with his hand behind his head.
“That’s a Dutch last name, isn’t it?” I asked as much as stated.
“You’re cute and smart,” he replied. That explained the nickname.
“I like Dutch better,” I said.
“Me too. Harry isn’t a good biker’s name, you know,” he said and chuckled.
“So tell me more. How’d you end up being Dutch?” I asked. Dutch seemed to hesitate for a moment as if he was deciding whether or not to tell me. Finally, he did.
“I was normal kid. I wanted to go to college and did for a while. I majored in engineering just like my old man. He had a heart attack and died my sophomore year. I remember what my mom said after we buried him. She told me she regretted waiting. She regretted waiting to enjoy life with my dad. She regretted assuming he’d always be there. That hit me hard,” he said. I wanted Dutch to open up but I had no idea.
“I’m sorry about your dad. You loved him a lot, didn’t you?” I asked.
“Yeah, he was the best. He taught me to be a man and I wanted to be just like him,” Dutch told me and then paused. He fought back tears and I took his hand. “But I couldn’t be. Not after hearing what my mom said. I dropped out of school and never went back. I had to do something, so I joined the service. I did a few t
ours in Iraq but I left the Corps before my unit went to Afghanistan. I’d had enough and I’d done my duty. I met Locke at a veterans support group and he and Sheila took me under their wings and we’ve been friends ever since,” he finished.
“Wow! That’s quite a story. I went to college and work at an insurance company,” I said playfully. Dutch laughed as I lay next to him. “Thank you for telling me,” I told him and hugged him close.
“Thanks for caring enough to ask,” he said in reply. I wondered if I was the first. I decided not to ask. The quiet biker with the sexy blue eyes had opened up to me. I wasn’t going to push my luck. In any case, the way he said it made me feel pretty special.
>>O<<
The next morning Dutch and I went out for breakfast. There’s nothing like waffles, eggs and bacon to take the edge off a slight hangover. I think it was as much the drinking as it was the sex. My ass still hurt from where Dutch spanked me but it was a pleasant reminder of the wild and rough sex we had the night before. After we both wolfed down more than our share of cholesterol, Dutch looked at me inquisitively.
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