Chapter 7

The next morning we all woke up at once, as a symbol of the way we had lived in total harmony with each other the night before. We were almost all one person now, so much had we gotten to know each other.

So much had we shared.

We got up and got dressed, and the girls broke out some food and we cooked it and ate breakfast. There was some peremptory kissing and hugging and feeling on all sides, but none of us really got down on the floor and started fucking again. We wanted to be able to save all our strength for the coming night, for a night that would be even more enticing than the last one had been.

As soon as we were all washed and cleaned and fully dressed we got up and went outside. The county fair was going to start today, but there would still be several hours before the crowds got here.

As I passed the race course I suddenly remembered the motorcycle competition. And as I remembered it I remembered Daredevil Diana, who was supposed to be showing up here today. If she looked even half as fantastic as her picture that I'd seen I would be very, very glad to meet her. I could see myself now defeating her on the race course, forcing her to surrender to my superiority, and I could see her a few hours later, being forced once again to surrender, being forced once again to submit. I knew that the two of us were going to have two very interesting contests. One on motorcycles and one on the floor of the cabin. And in both contests, I knew which one of us would come out on top.

But the motorcycle contest wouldn't be starting for a while yet, so I went to help Nigel's rock group, Saint Elmo's Fire, get ready for their big performance tonight. I helped them set up wiring and lighting and amplifiers and acoustics and the whole works. I knew that if their performance was half as good tonight as it had been in the cabin the night before, they would all become superstars in no time at all. God knows they had what it took. Especially the girls. Especially Polly.

Finally we got all that over with, and I decided that the time was ripe to get practicing on my Honda. I opened the back of the Volkswagen bus and managed to pull out the big motorcycle. It felt great to sit astride it again and send it roaring into action across the parking lot and back towards the fair grounds.

I was ready for the competition.

As I rode off I passed a trailer truck with a huge Dayglo sign that read "DAREDEVIL DIANA!". It looked as though she had shown up at last. I pulled my chopper up outside the van to see if I could get a look at her but apparently she'd come and gone. By now she must be on the fair grounds.

I rode my wheels towards the racing track, and I could see that several other riders had shown up already. Obviously they all felt, like I did, that it wouldn't hurt to get in a little more practice. Unfortunately all the riders were male. Daredevil Diana wasn't in sight. There were a few other people milling about, mostly pit men and grease monkeys, also all male. There were one or two girls in sight, probably girlfriends of the riders. The girls looked above average, though not too much, and any other time I would have been glad to stop and watch them for a while. But not right now. Right now the only woman I was interested in was Daredevil Diana. But where the hell was she?

Well, she wasn't here, although I did here one or two of the other contestants talking about her. Mostly they were saying that it was a damned waste of time to enter this contest every year, because every year Diana walked away with the prize. It seemed that the only reason to enter at all was because there were always one or two groupie chicks hanging around wanting to get to know the big strong motorcyclists a little better.

The hell with groupies, I decided. I've entered this contest and I'm gonna win first prize. I'm also gonna walk away with the grand prize: one of the contestants. I guess I don't have to tell you which one. And after I'd had my fling with Daredevil Diana, then afterwards, if there were still any groupies left hanging around, and if they were halfway decent-looking, I'd consider doing them a favor or two.

I kicked my motorcycle out onto the course and started riding, wanting to get the feel of the track as soon as possible. It was a fairly easy layout: straightaways and banked curves and one or two flat turns. Kid stuff.

But there were also going to be some obstacles, and I didn't know how easily I'd be able to take these. Some of them were pretty dangerous indeed, and I remembered that when I'd signed up for this contest they'd made me sign a release that relieved the carnival owners from any responsibility in case I got killed or crippled.

I wasn't letting that stand in my way.

Well, I wasn't planning on getting hurt, I knew that. I wanted to roll through this whing-ding without a scratch, so that I'd really be able to do my stuff with Miss Diana, whether she wanted me to or not. And if she didn't want me to, then I sure as hell would make her want to.

I rode around, getting the feel of the banks and curves under the wheels of my Honda. I knew just when to turn, just when to pour on the speed and just when to take it off and how much. It was the obstacles that worried me.

The carnival ground crew hadn't put the obstacles up yet, but I could see them over to one side. There were a couple of wooden jump ramps, and a brick wall that I would have to go right up the side of if I wanted to live to tell about it. Also, there was one huge loop of race track that hadn't been put in yet. When we rode up that, we'd go right up in the air in a circle wrong way up. Hopefully we'd land right way down. This might prove to be a bigger challenge than I'd thought.

There was a shout behind me, and I could hear the roar of a cycle engine that somehow stood apart from the other engines. I could tell without turning to look who the owner of that motorcycle was. But I did look, because I wanted to see if she was as sexy as her photograph.

I was really counting on it.

There was a general movement of heads all around me as every man in the crowd turned to look at the rider who had just pulled up behind us. Needless to say, I turned to look too.

It was Daredevil Diana all right, but she was even better looking in real life than in the photograph. She was wearing a one-piece orange motorcycle outfit that caressed her curves like a second layer of skin. There was a long, thin gleam of silver that marked where the outfit unzipped. The trail of the zipper started directly underneath her hard, firm chin downwards through the big valley between her breasts across her smooth, flat stomach right down to the base of her crotch. The zipper was zipped right now, of course, but I wouldn't have minded seeing it unzipped. In fact, I wouldn't have minded being the one who got to unzip it.

The young woman who called herself Daredevil Diana had flaming hair that was at least three feet long, hanging all the way down her back and brushing against her gorgeous round ass, flapping back and forth in the wind as though wanting to spank her. On her enticing face she wore a huge pair of orange-tinted shades with round lenses, and from her hips to her feet she wore a pair of shiny leather hip boots that did their best to show off just how lovely her legs were. And in between her gorgeous, curvaceuos body was straining to burst out of the tight layer of fabric that bound it.

Every eye in the place was on this woman as she slowly dismounted from the motorcycle she was straddling and began to stride slowly and deliberately across the sports arena. With a sudden shock I realized that she was coming right at me! Naturally I felt pleased and complimented by this, but I couldn't help wondering why she had selected me rather than any of the dozen or so other guys.

She came right up to within two feet of me and started staring at me coolly through those huge shades she had on. Her eyes were blue and her glasses were orange and the two colors combined so that her eyes seemed to glow like two black coals from deep within her beautiful face. Without taking those eyes off me she took out a flat platinum cigarette case and took out a cigarette. She tamped it on the lid of the case and tucked the case back into wherever it came from. I fumbled for my lighter and held it out to her.

"Don't bother," she said, sounding faintly amused. Those two eyes were still riveted on mine as she took out a cigarette lighter that was even more expensive than the cigarette case had been. With one disdainful flick of her leather-gloved hand the lighter roared into life and she lit her cigarette, took a deep luxurious drag on it and blew the smoke into my face. I struggled slightly to keep from coughing and barely made it.

Finally she seemed to relax slightly, but only by about a tenth of a degree Fahrenheit. "You must be Roger Masterson," she announced. It was not a question, it was a statement. She wasn't asking me who I was, she was telling me.

'That's me," I admitted. "Who told you?"

She was more amused than before. "Really," she said with a trace of a laugh. "Nobody needs to tell me anything. I read your name off the entry sheet. All these other men were in the contest last year, so I quite naturally assumed that the extra name belonged to the extra man."

I had nothing to say to that, so she blew more smoke in my face.

"Every year," she went on slowly, "there's at least one new man entered in this contest, and every year there's at least one man who swears he's going to win this contest, and every year I win anyway." She blew the smoke again. "So if you have any pipe dreams of winning, you'd better just hop back on that little two horsepower scooter of yours and go back to where you came from."

I just kept on staring at her.

I began to see why she was acting like this. It seemed that Miss Daredevil Diana was of the lesbian persuasion, and naturally she thought that anything a man could do she could do better. Well, if she was a lesbian than that would just make my conquest of her flesh all the more delicious when the time came. Any guy can screw a chick and make her beg for more, but it takes a real man to fuck a lesbian and make her like it. Well, I knew that I was man enough for that job.

Finally I spoke. "Frankly, Miss Diana, you just may be in for a little surprise before this contest is over. You're not the only MAN here who can ride, you know." I stressed the word "Man" ever so faintly. She seemed to catch the reference, because she laughed slightly.

"Well, I must admit," she said at last, "that you seem to have more guts than any of these other pricks. But that's not saying very much, is it?" And then she turned away and walked back to her chopper, that delicious butt of hers swinging from side to side as she walked, taunting me, tantalizing me, tempting me, daring me to grab it and make love to it.

Now that I had a minute to think, I began to size up the rest of my competition. Not counting myself and Diana, there were six men in this race. Most of them were pushovers, fat old Saturday-afternoon cyclists with beer bellies, guys who spent one day a week cycling and the other six bragging about it. None of them would give me any competition at all. There were one or two guys who seemed to be expert riders, maybe even professional ones, but I noticed that all their choppers were either brand new or else five or six years old. I was the only one here whose cycle was just the right age; kept it in perfect condition, but I'd had it long enough that I'd broken it in, long enough that I knew exactly how to handle it. A new set of wheels doesn't ride that way. And when a cycle gets old enough, it doesn't ride at all. But my Honda was perfect.

The only one I really had to worry about, then, was Diana. Apparently she'd made a lot of money racing, which showed how good she was. Her cycle was a custom-made jet job, and I had no idea what it would be able to do. But I could tell one thing: it looked pretty fuckin' deadly.

I went back to the cabin where the others were, and sitting on the steps were Marilyn and Jenny. "Hi, lover boy," one of them called out. "Wanna fool around?"

I was really ready for anything.

"I'd love to," I replied, which was certainly true. "But I've gotta save my strength for the contest today. But afterwards we can have a nice big orgy like we did last night." All three of us smiled at the fond memory of what we'd done the night before. "And I've got an idea that when I show up for the orgy I may have brought a fresh twat for the fold."

"You mean Daredevil Diana," Jenny commented. Damnation! It sounded like this woman's reputation was spreading like wildfire. Now I had to see to it that not only did I beat her in the contest, but I beat her decisively.

I went into the cabin and got something to eat. Alfie and Bert were sitting at a table playing poker stark naked. Over in the corner Nigel, Joy and Turtle were sampling some marijuana which Turtle claimed he'd grown in a window box. Alice and Polly were gyrating to a rock and roll record, and I stopped to watch as their limbs, tits and asses heaved up and down to the pulsating beat of the music.

After I'd eaten I headed back towards the racing arena. Turtle came with me, still slightly under the influence of his Mexican Marlboros. He helped me get out my chopper and idle it up to the line with all the other contestants.

All the other contestants, that is, with one very notable exception. It looked as though Miss Daredevil was planning to show up at the last possible moment so as to make the grandest possible entrance. The more I thought about that dyke bitch the more I hated her, and the more I hated her the more I wanted to fuck her and show her which one of us was lord and master. Well, I knew the time would come for that. But first, I had me a race to win.

Coming up behind me I heard the muffled roar of a souped-up cycle, and I didn't even have to guess who was driving it. In the driving mirror on my handlebars I could see her chopper come bearing down on me, and I knew that she was waiting for me to pull to the side, to admit that I had less guts than she did. Well, I could play that game as well as she could, if not better. I held my ground, and about three inches away from my leg she swerved slightly, just enough to brush right by me without touching me, missing me by less than half an inch. I had to admire the expert way she was handling her wheels, but the fact remained that she had been the one to step aside, not me, and we both knew it. Score one point for me.

I was sure I would win it all.

By now all of us were in line and gunning our engines. I noticed that Diana's cycle was still very close to my own. Dangerously close, in fact. Was she planning to force me off the track? I couldn't tell what this chick had up those tight sleeves of hers, but I knew that it was sure to be something deadly.

One of the judges for the race came out now, and started, explaining the rules. Each rider was to complete as many laps of the track as possible, and go through every obstacle perfectly. The one who had gone the biggest distance by the time the race was over had won. As the judge said this I noticed that every man, woman and child in the crowd was looking at Diana. Obviously they expected her to win. One or two of the other contestants were looking at her the same way. Well, if they didn't expect to win then they sure as hell wouldn't win. I expected to win, and even if I lost I'd be giving Diana the fight of her life.

The referee stepped to one side now and the race was about to begin.

Turtle was still standing next to me. "You'd better get off the track," I told him. "Unless maybe you enjoy getting run over."

"Later, man," he said, still in a foggy haze from all the weed he'd been smoking. "I'm too busy looking at this boss chick who's sitting next to you. Jeez, what I'd give to fuck her."

"I'd like to screw her too," I hissed through my teeth. "But neither one of us may get a chance to. She happens to be a dyke."

"I could tell that right off the bat," Turtle mumbled. "I ain't no babe in the woods, y' know."

"You'll be a dead duck if you don't get off the track," I told him. Several people were looking at us, wondering why Turtle was still standing there. Diana wasn't looking at us, but I could tell that she'd been listening to every word, and she looked as though it was all she could do to keep from laughing.

Slowly Turtle stumbled away from me and came towards Diana. "Hey, baby," he said to her, "is it true that you're a lezzie? I got a thing about fuckin' lezzies. They taste better than regglar chicks."

"Get off the track, you bastard," she barked at him. Turtle looked surprised for a moment, but then he stumbled away. Diana turned to look at me in triumph. "I notice I could get rid of him and you couldn't," she announced. I hated this bitch more than ever now. Before this day was over I'd have her butt on the concrete and she'd be begging for my meat.

Now that Turtle had finally gotten off the track, it was time for the race to begin. The referee stepped forward again.

"On your marks..."

Slowly the engines began to come to life.

"Get set..."

The hum of the motors grew to a feverish whine.

"GO!" And then I was off and running, and I could feel the hot throb of the metal juggernaut between my legs as I raced down the track. With one eye I saw that Diana was driving her chopper at an angle, so that it was gradually coming closer and closer to mine. Was she trying to force me off the track?

I didn't have time to answer that, because looming up in front of us was that brick wall I'd noticed before. I drove up to within three feet of it, and then suddenly snapped my handlebars straight up in the air. I was pleased to see that I had been the first one to reach the wall.

A second rider eased ahead of Diana by scant inches, but he'd been so busy trying to pass her that he didn't have space to clear the wall. He smacked right into it, and his cycle shot up into flames. Instantly a road crew came out to help him and get the wreckage of his chopper off the track. The man would be okay, but it would be months before he'd get on a motorcycle again.

My wheels were up in the air and I was soaring almost straight upwards. So was Diana, but I was a foot ahead of her, and I figured I'd hit the ground a few seconds sooner. But suddenly I felt a thump as my rear wheel scraped against the top of the wall. I fought desperately to hit the ground upright, but by the time I did so Diana had cleared the wall perfectly and was way ahead of me.

I poured on the speed, eager to make up for lost time. By now another cyclist had been unable to clear the wall, and one more had accidentally driven off the road completely. Now there were only five of us; Diana and I and three other guys.

Up ahead was a jump ramp. Normally jumps are kid stuff, but this one was deadly, because it was only a few feet beyond the brick wall and I still hadn't had time to recover completely. I roared up it easily enough, and brought my weight down hard on the rear wheel. I landed heavily, but perfectly. So had Diana. I was coming closer to her but she was still ahead of me. Then, I was in the air in a perfect circle and back down again. To ride that I'd have to go upside down in the air. The trick was harder than it looked, but I knew I could handle it. Except that Diana was right in front of me, and I didn't know if the Loop could hold two cycles at once. I knew that if I pulled back slightly I'd have a much better chance of surviving, but I'd have almost no chance of winning. And I'd come here to win.

The trick to taking the Loop was to go through it as fast as possible. You couldn't take it slowly, you had to go fast. I put on the speed until I was right behind Diana's rear wheel, and that big beautiful leather-clad ass of hers was staring me right in the face.

Our two motorcycles were moving now like one solid unit, but Diana was the one in front. Somehow I had to pull ahead of her, but the Loop was so narrow that I wouldn't be able to pass her as long as I was on it, unless I wanted to fall off.

Fall off! That was it! That was how I could do it! And now we were both zooming skywards, slowly turning until we were going straight up, and then we were riding upside down. Diana zoomed ahead until she was coming to the very peak of the Loop, and I could hear the crowd gasping. They'd never seen two riders this close together on the Loop before, and they knew that it was sheer suicide.

Now Diana had passed the top of the Loop, and was hurtling downwards again. This was my chance.

Suddenly I lashed out with both feet, bringing them up hard against the track. I felt myself shooting into the air, off the track completely. I had fallen from the highest point of the Loop and was heading for the ground. If I wanted to live to tell about this I'd have to land right side up. I whipped my body through the air, struggling to turn.

If I didn't turn, I would never live to have a chance to fuck that beautiful Diana.