Chapter 5
"How fast is this thing moving?" Lisa said, hugging Fox around the middle and watching the tar-filled cracks of the cement highway flash past her feet.
"About sixty right now," the big blonde rooster said, turning his head slightly around to answer her, "but I ain't got her opened up yet."
Lisa looked behind her to see her sister and
Fox coming up fast on the rear. Randy was clinging to the chunky bike gang leader's chest and seemed to be enjoying the ride. Her hair was sailing out in the breeze, flying parallel to the pavement.
Lisa's own black locks twirled every which way. God, it was good to be riding out on the open road like this. So free and wild. She vowed to get herself one of these motorcycle jobs as soon as she had enough cash. They were definitely superior to cars.
Randy dug her frightened fingernails into the flesh of her beefy-chested companion. Motorcycles were the most terrifying thing she had ever experienced in her life. She felt as though she would come unhinged at every bump in the road.
She gripped the big man's giant bosom with all her might as the cycles tore down the road. Where they would stop, she knew not. But she hoped it would be soon.
"Getting tired?" Loner said to his young rider, "I mean, is your rear end aching yet?"
"Naw," said Lisa, feeling as though she could ride all the way to California if only she didn't have to be at the Hills house in another hour.
Randy adjusted her seating and felt the gnawing ache of her weary butt bones. Her cunt felt like it had been rubbing against a miller's wheel forjhe last two days.
"Like to stop a stretch?" Fox said back to her.
She nodded and lay her head back down on the man's shoulder blades. She tried to ride up a little off her buttocks to relieve the pain, but every bump took its toll just the same.
How the hell do people go two blocks on these things, she wondered to herself. "Over here," Fox signalled to Loner by honking his horn a few blasts and turning off the highway.
Randy felt a porcupine jump up between her ass cheeks and the seat of the bike as the cycle hit the hard-packed dirt of the little hill that led off the highway and into a thick grove of trees.
"You know this spot?" she said, as soon as she could talk again.
"Naw," the man said, bringing his bike to a hard brake. It jerked forward and Randy almost fell frontwards over the gas tank.
"Oooooh," cried Lisa as the bike took off over the ridge of the highway and headed down the hill to join the other one. She was a little disappointed they had to get off the road, but she thought it might be a chance to get to know Loner better, she certainly couldn't talk to him on the road.
It didn't actually matter what he would say to her, she was already in love with him. He was about fifty times more macho than Johnny Evans even without the bike. And with it, well, could one ask for more?
She felt pretty hot as she stepped off the passenger seat and bounced down onto the hard-packed soil.
"Great spot," she said to Fox, who seemed not as much interested in nature as checking the mileage on his speedometer.
Loner wasted even less time studying nature. He walked over to Lisa and grabbed her hard around the waist, pulling her face to his.
She was aware of the pitted complexion he had all over his face. But he was so fucking rugged and handsome for all that, she couldn't have cared less if he had terminal acne.
"Come here, Baby," he said, with a grimace, as he swept her off her feet and held her as tight as a winning lottery ticket.
He planted his hot, dusty mouth down on her luscious little moist one. Christ, the bitch tasted good, he thought to himself.
Lisa stuck her tongue up inside his mouth to taste the stale beer and sour cigarette flavor. Shit, this guy was turning her on like crazy.
Randy felt less inclined to make out with Fox, though he was one fucking hot specimen of a rugged guy. His chest was so rippling under that T-shirt and he walked with such an inviting swagger.
"Kiss me, Chick," he said, plopping himself down on the ground and hauling her after him.
"No," she said, squirming her mouth away. She didn't realize what she had said until a few moments later. A few moments later when he slapped her across the face.
"Little Cunt!" he roared as the heel of his hand dug into her cheek, "no chick turns down Fox Werner and lives to tell about it, Baby."
Randy stood up quick and rubbed the hot, throbbing place where the bike leader's hand had cut into her face flesh.
God, it hurt. It stung like hell. And she found, as she rubbed it and pouted back at him, she rather liked the sensation. Maybe her and Fox would get along after all.
He had such black and wavy hair, just like her kid sister. The one who was sitting on the ground just now under the shade of a big evergreen tree and sucking Loner's long, hot, probing tongue.
It looked like a case of chameleon love from where Randy could see it. Both of them sat there with their tongues flailing out toward each other, wrapping their arms around each other, touching tongues. Encircling tongues, darting tongues in and out of their mouths, probably picking up flies with them as far as she knew.
"You ever get strapped down to a motorcycle seat and have the shit whipped out of you?" Fox said, grinning at the girl as she stood there rubbing her face with her hand.
"No," Randy said, wondering if maybe tonight would be the first time. She didn't exactly relish the thought.
Lisa couldn't help overhearing Fox's request and she writhed under Loner's thick, slimy tongue as she did. Christ, that fucking Randy gets the hottest ticket in town and she doesn't even want to go along with it!
"Come here," the brutal big Fox said, cuffing the girl around her neck and dragging her to his motorcycle seat, "I want to see how you looked naked in the saddle."
"Oh, shit!" Randy yelled as she felt herself propelled toward the bike. "Lisaaaa!! ! '
Her sister was up in a flash, preparing herself for the show she hoped would follow. Randy trussed up to a black leather biker's seat. Hot stuff!
Randy was aware of the big man's hard hand yanking her tight little sweater up over her head. She stood there, with her face completely covered by it and stuck her tits out.
Somebody laughed out loud. "All right," she said, pulling the sweater the rest of the way off her head, "who's laughing at my tits? Nobody laughs at my tits."
"Relax, Baby," Fox said, trying to control his own rolling belly, "I wasn't laughing at your tits, but you looked so funny with that sweater thrown over your head. You looked like you had a bag on your face. Ha, ha.. .ha."
Randy wanted to tell him that he looked like he had one on, too, but she didn't. She didn't want to get hit again till after she was lying over his bike seat.
"Fucking hot little set of knockers you got there, Chick," Loner shouted to her in approval.
Iisa felt herself grow crimson with envy.
"So you wanna see tits?" she said, the hostility rising in her like warm smoke, "take a look at these!"
Without thinking what she was doing, Lisa whipped her fourteen year old tits out of her midriff blouse and stuck them in Loner's face.
As it turned out, he thought they were one hot set, especially since they appeared on the chest of such a young girl.
He began turning her nipples around like knobs on a radio. Christ, that feels good, Lisa thought as she dug her heels into the biker's crotch.
"Ouch!" he said, as he rolled over to escape the pain her feet were causing his man bulge. "Shit, Girl, that hurts!"
"Damn straight!" Lisa said back, standing up and yanking her jeans down hard over her bare bottom. "I think you ought to know, Loner," she said, as she wiggled her gorgeous hunk of a behind out over the tight blue denims, "that's the way I like it."
Johnny Evans, eat your heart out, the little girl thought as she sunk back down onto the ground and grabbed the big stud biker by his cock handle.
"Lie still," Fox said, as he fought the squirming polecat lying against his bike. Her backside was to him and he had a hell of a time getting the front of her jeans undone.
His cock was giving him a devil of time, too. It crashed and banged against his metal zipper, dying to be hauled out and made hard.
As soon as he pulled the pants down, he felt his cock pole persist even stronger. Her round supple little ass cheeks glowed under the late afternoon sun and that rosy little sphincter down there between those perfectly rounded mounds puckered up at him seductively.
He wasted no time pulling his belt off his pants and strapping her down to the bike seat. He let her tits dangle over the opposite side of it so he could use them as a handle later.
Then he strapped her down to the seat with his thick leather thong, snug as a bug in a rug.
Randy kicked her feet, throwing up sand and soil from the ground beneath her. "Let me go, let me go!" she screamed to no one in particular.
Then she let out a real scream. She felt the biker guy's rock hard cock head shove against her crack in the rear. She felt it nudge up and ram against her tight, sweating butt hills.
"Oh, God," she said, wanting like hell to turn and take a look at what was going on back there.
She whirled her head around as best she could and saw through a veil of her honey blonde tresses a sight to make her scream again.
The man's cock was as thick as a fire hose. It practically made her nauseous to look at it. But, strapped in as she was, just under the tits, her arms were held down at her sides so firmly, she couldn't move to stop any of what was going on.
"Help, Lisa!! ! " she shouted, wondering what the hell her sister was doing since she wasn't answering her.
Lisa was busy. Very busy unzipping Loner's huge fly. She boldly reached in and yanked his throbbing hard on out of his pants. She examined it with an eagle eye. It met all her expectations and then some.
It was long, slightly hooked, veered a little to the left and had the most unbelievably thick foreskin on it she had ever seen, or imagined she would see.
"Motorcycle accident?" she asked, tracing her hand along the inside of his elongated rock hard shaft. It made such a hard left about half way down, she wondered how she was ever going to sit on it.
"Nah," he said, chewing on a weed and feeling the little girl's firm, knowing hands play with his shaft, "born that way."
"You gotta tattoo on your cock anywhere?" she said, eyeing the pattern of tattoos that covered his huge man hunk biceps and forearms.
"Nope!" he said, his balls banging against his shaft in excitement and heat.
"How come?" the hot little nymphet said back to him shyly.
"Born that way, too," he said, tossing his blonde greasy head of hair back and laughing hard. Loner sucked the little girl's rock hard tits as she diddled with his long, blunt-ended dick. The foreskin slipped back easily enough, after she spit on it a bit and she traced circles around the circumference of his huge cock knob.
"Shit you know what you're doing," the blonde biker said, grinning from ear to ear. It had been a long shot, but one that had paid off when he asked this little chick to join him.
Lisa examined the biker's long, gnarled and twisted cock. It was ugly, but it was also a sizable piece of meat. Smooth, though war-torn looking. Hard as a brick bat, but a brick bat with a hook in it. She wondered how it might feel inside her straight pussy shaft. Hmmmmmmm....
As she plied her eager hands up and down the curious long and winding shaft, she managed to get a little peek at what her sister was up to.
And her sister was up to her ears. She was lying, absolutely nude, except for her sandals and her knee socks across the leather width of Fox's driver's seat.
He was sticking the end of what looked like a small fire hydrant up between her smooth, glowing ass cheeks.
That can't be a fire hydrant, the little girl thought, it's coming out from between his legs.
And what the hell was he brandishing over his head? A belt? Christ, that sister of hers was on a winning streak she couldn't believe.
She heard the pop it made as it broke the air and landed a hard, thudding blow on her sister's bare ass.
It got her so hot hearing that noise, she turned to Loner's twisted dick and pressed it right up to her pussy lips.
"Yum, yum," she said, lapping at the toughened skin around the biker's cock dome. She sunk her tongue into the little indentations around his knob and squeezed his cock at the base, making his dick slit fill with clear, warm liquid.
She found the pulsating vein on the underside of his cock shaft and tried to catch its pulse with her tongue. It beat a steady rhythm against her pink probing lips. She sucked at it and felt her pussy ignite with the flames of desire.
Randy lunged forward to try and escape the raining blow of Fox's thick cowhide belt. It left a neat, red welt along its track as it grazed her white, round butt mound.
Then, another blow bit into her butt flesh. This one, harder, more punishing still. She dug her feet into the ground and braced herself for a third. The whole time, the mean biker's cock was sticking flush against her quivering hot pussy lips.
"Ow!" she said, turning around to catch another glimpse of his thick dick as it pounded against the flesh of her ass crack.
"You like that, huh, Chick?" he said, his eyes growing wide with excitement as he split the air a third time with his leather belt. The thong slapped harder against her heaving high butt. The delicious red welts that now appeared had turned a bright crimson where the blood was rushing to them.
"I think I'd like to split that hot little ass of yours in two," he said, as he reached his grubby hand around and grabbed a hold of one of her hot little tits.
"No, no, no...." she cried, tears of pain bubbling up in her eyes. "I can't take that!"
"You'll just have to take whatever I give you, huh, Bitch?" he said, grinning with pride in his manliness.
"You cocksucker!" the little girl called out feeling the sting of his belt once more race across the smooth flanks of her behind and leave a trail of red in its path.
"Devil!" Lisa cried, as Loner's throbbing cock threatened to cut off all the rest of her words.
She was sucking him real hard now, plying her whole mouth down on the insidiously curved and bent up pretzel cock of his.
She felt the slimy goodness of its whole hard length curve and twist around inside her mouth. It was like sucking a labyrinth. A hot, beating labyrinth that made her cunt jiggle just being close to it.
"Suck that dick," the big lone biker said, tossing his greasy blonde hair back out of his eyes to get a look at the action the little girl was using on his long, hard prick that was sending him into spasms of ecstasy.
"Wrap your hot little cunt mouth around that cock and suck," he said, reaching out to grab a hold of the little girl's clit.
He found it, jutting out from between her cunt lips, like a tiny motor racing at top revolutions per minute.
He squeezed it and twisted it around under his eager, hard fingers. He pressed it up toward her hot little box fringed with delicate blonde bangs, and down toward her quivering cunt lips. And that cunt slit. That inviting hot slit he was just dying to stick his fingers into.
"Fuck that prick with your mouth, Baby," he said, pounding her clit as hard as he could with his whole fist. She seemed to like it the rougher he got.
Lisa was practically swallowing his cock shaft by now. She left deep tooth marks all along the winding stretches of his schlong, since she couldn't keep it steady in her mouth. The way it bent and circled and curved around, it wasn't easy to keep a straight up and down action on it.
But damn that log felt good inside her. mouth. Hot and wet and sinister. Big and throbbing and insanely long and hard.
"Don't stop," the blonde guy said, wiggling his hips to stick more of his cock down inside her gripping mouth hole. He felt his balls slamming against his cock, buckling it into place straight down inside the little girl's expert sucking mouth. As straight as it could get.
"Yooooowwwwwwww!" Randy screeched like a wild goat as the belt cut her butt for about the fourteenth time. "Take your hands off me."
"Not till your butt is bleeding like a sieve," the cruel sadist shouted back, pounding into her with still another death-dealing blow of his leather belt whip.
Randy closed her eyes and let the tears fall where they may. Her cunt ached, her stomach ached, her tits ached, and her butt was crying out in raw, defiled agony.
Not that she wasn't excited. She was. Hot as a pistol excited. But damned if she was gonna let this ass hole know it. Big bruiser that he was, he'd probably stop and then where would she be?
Completely at the mercy of monster prick. The one that even now threatened to hop inside her ass hole and climb right up inside.
"You hot, Chick?" Loner said, relieving his tongue from its thrusting duty for a brief moment.
He had managed to twist himself around and suck Lisa's hot little cunt as he plugged her with his mammoth biker hands. She was really hot and juiced up. He figured it must have had something to do with how excited she was, though his hands had been pretty greasy. He'd changed the oil in his carburetor earlier that day.
"Pretty hot," the girl said, cool as a cucumber. She wanted to make him work for it, so she pretended not to be too aroused just yet. In truth, her cunt was about to shoot buckets.
His slimy, twisted dick stuck up high inside the roof of her mouth. She could feel his hard balls thrust up against her lips she was sucking so far down on it.
"Shit you suck like a leech!" the biker said, feeling that his come could not stay down inside his gut much longer. It would have to come up by the fastest route any second now.
"Suck my dick," he cried out "Blow that cock, Chick."
"Let your mouth down on my shaft and suck it hard."
"Blow that cock stick."
Randy's cries soon joined Loner's as Fox's cock head made its way up the blonde girl's writhing tight pussy slit.
She felt it sink in, plow up inside her cunt, displacing flesh and nerve endings as it did so. Christ, that thing would have choked her to death if he had stuck it in her mouth.
Fox shoved his gigantic wide load into the little velvety wet well of the girl. It had no room to breathe in there, so he had to let it out all the way, then shove it back in, just to gain a little friction.
He was stretching her out with each thrust. In all the way, then out all the way to his exposed cock tip.
"Oh, God," Randy shouted, tossing her head around every which way. Her butt blazed with pain and her cunt stung with the rough rubbing it was getting from the biker's incessant, wide dick.
"Jesus Christ," the blonde biker said, his cock put up inside Lisa's mouth so far his balls had jumped inside there, too. "That feels like come."
Indeed, his balls had let go their man load of hot cream and it now poured down, down the man's long shaft tube and emptied itself out the tip of his cock. It came out like a geyser, filling the little girl's oral canal to the bursting point.
Then, Lisa took a big, death-defying gulp and swallowed the whole huge load that the biker's cock had spat forth.
She gulped and swallowed and licked at the hot, heaving liquid that bubbled up inside her mouth and down her throat. It tasted like vanilla fudge before it hardens.
Then, Lisa felt herself pitch forward on top of Loner's humping hand. He caught her before she crashed out on the ground, caught her just as she was spilling her cunt load down onto his non-stop pump handle hands.
Randy felt a gripping inside her guts. A wrenching feeling. It grabbed at every nerve ending of her raw, red and bleeding butt and her punished cunt. It erupted into a shattering series of hard oncoming spasms, knocking the jism out of her.
It oozed down around her cunt lips and wet the man's big stiff prick as he thrust it ever more insistently into her gaping little pussy slit.
He tried to hold it off. Fox tried to hold off the giant wall of come that was building up just behind his cock shaft. He held it as long as he could as he continued to pump his peter into the pussy well. The sweet, oozing pussy well of this lascivious little wench.
She had taken her beating as good as any biker chick ever had. She had taken it and she hadn't grumbled. A few nasty words here and there, like any spirited chick would lay on, him, and then, a real dedication to the job of wrapping her little cunt around his big pecker wood as he plugged the stuffing out of her.
It had been good. Good for him and good for his huge meat stick. That tool that was now grinding down to its last full measure.
Suddenly and a little sweetly, his cock load skyrocketed down the thick shaft of his schlong and erupted out the wide prick slit at the end of his dick. It savagely burst in on the sodden pussy hole of the girl who now was breathing so heavily underneath his grip.
"Oh, God," he said, thrusting his hips down hard, trying to touch the bottom of the deep, wet and willing cunt well.
"Oh, shit, I'm coming."
"Christ I'm shooting my load."
"My load is shooting. I'm letting go of it!"
"Here it comes."
He braced himself against the bike seat and up inside the girl's unbelievably tight, hot cunt.
Christ, he thought as the hot, impatient load poured out from his dick tip, Get 'em while they're young. Get these chicks while they're young and tie 'em down. Tie 'em down and fuck the shit out of them. If they can still walk, you got yourself a fine little biker chick out of the deal. A fine little biker chick.
"You're one fine little biker chick," the heavy set biker said, mopping his brow and slowly regaining his breath control. "A fine biker chick, that's for sure."
"Miserable bitch!" Doug Hills said, sending his own belt tip down on the upturned knockers his wife so hotly displayed to him as she lay stretched across the guest room bed. "Take that and like it, Cunt. Take that and shove it up your ass."
He had really gotten into it in the last fifteen minutes.
He was getting a lot of assistance from Boyd, who was whipping his wife to chopped liver as she lay spread out on the chaise lounge with her honey hot mounds turned up to the ceiling.
"Insolent Slit!" the middle aged teacher called down to his wife who was protesting loudly with her screams and tears.
"Stop it, stop it," Paula yelled back at him, "you're hurting me!! ! ! "
"You ain't felt nothing yet, Babes," he said, reaching down at his feet for the little bag of metal clothes pins.
He found them where Doug and he had set them and he grabbed a few and tossed Doug over a few.
"Nail her tits with these," he said, smiling to his pal, "let her feel what it feels like to be put in her place good for a change."
Doug reached down and opened one of the clothes pins all the way up by pinching the handle ends. He stared down into the pincer end with great interest. What the hell would that feel like on his wife's lustrous big nipples, he wondered.
That's when he decided to find out.
He opened one all the way as his wife screamed and turned her face one way and then the other in an attempt to scurry away from him. She didn't get very far as she was strapped down flat on the bed.
"There," he said, opening one wide and closing it over the rugged terrain of his wife's glorious nipple.
"Oh, my God," the woman screamed her face turning blue, "oh, help, help!"
"No!" Paula protested, sobbing in defiance as her husband snapped one of the steel traps of pain onto her high rising butt cheeks.
It bit into her flesh like the teeth of a mad dog. It bit into one of the already pained and bleeding welts he had put there by slicing his cowhide belt into her.
"Christ, I can't take that pain!" Paula said, her guttural voice aching with the agony of excruciating torture.
"Take it and like it, Bitch!" her cruel master said down to her.
"Owwwwwwwww," Hope shouted above the already noisy din of Paula's screams, "No, no, no, no, no, no..... "
"Can we switch now?" Doug Hills asked before he affixed the second clothes pin to his wife's other nipple.
"Why not?" Boyd said, his rock hard dick pinching in his pants with the thought of moving from his spot atop his wife's back, but seeing Hope stretched out and so completely helpless like that gave him the impetus to get up and cross the room.
He wasted no time giving her a good once over with his searching eyes. Her body was covered with fine pink welts, delicious baby welts. The work of a first or second time punishment session. Nice. Very nice.
Her flesh was covered with goose bumps. Big, arousing goose bumps. And her cunt was running wild and wet with clear honey water. Her tits rose up like snow-covered mountains with volcanic peaks. And off of one of them, hung the insanely painful metal clothes pin.
Well, he would just have to do something about that. Like make a matched set.
He reached down onto the bed and found another. He snapped it onto the woman's big tit cap. It locked into place nicely to the accompaniment of her pained screams and curses.
"Holy shit!" Doug said as he surveyed the damage Boyd had done to his wife's rear end, "that looks like Satan's bike trail."
Paula grinned a little between her sobs. She was really proud of the job her husband had done on her. And she was a little envious that he had gone over to Hope. Still, it was good to have someone there to admire his handiwork.
"Stick some more clothes pins on," she whispered to Doug. "Just line them up in a row all over my back side. See what Boyd says about that."
Her cunt was putting up a furious display of arousal. Her clit banged against her cunt lips. Her swollen cunt lips banged against each other. And then, she heard another ominous sound. Her husband banging against Hope Hills!!