Date: Fri, 19 May 2023 10:23:32 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Lesbian Bikers (Lesnian/Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/F, F/FFF)

Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/F, F/FFF

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women and girls.  If this type
of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do
not read it.

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                       Lesbian Bikers
                             By
                            Jan

	When I divorced my husband because I got fed up
with his physical abuse I moved to southern California
because my old high school girlfriend, named Elizabeth,
had moved to the Silver-Lake area of Los Angeles.  We had
enjoyed a lesbian relationship before she fled from the
homophobic State of Oklahoma.

	Elizabeth had encouraged me to come by train
because Union Station was so close.  She picked me up
with a van because I had brought everything I owned.
When we arrived at her home I was impressed with where
she lived.  It was a split level on the side of a hill with a
large garage on street level.  The living room,
kitchen/dining area was on the second floor, and the third
floor was the bedrooms with a patio attached to the
bedrooms overlooking the street.  The view was of the
lake.  I asked why the lake was covered with plastic balls.
She told me that the city covered the lake with three-inch
plastic balls to reduce evaporation and keep ducks and
geese from capping in the city water supply.  When we
returned to her bedroom, we embraced and fell onto the
bed.

	It had been years since we had sex with each other.
It still felt so comfortable being embraced by her.  We lay
there hugging and kissing for a long time.  The smell of her
body was so familiar it felt like it had only been days since
we had made love to each other.  Her breasts were bigger
and sagged a little more than I remembered.  I did enjoy
sucking on her tits a lot.  I enjoy sucking on her nipples
and pressing my mouth against the flesh of her tits and
blowing air against her flesh making a motor boat sound.
I was also masturbating with her.  I could smell the
pungent aroma of her pussy filling my nose.

	I eventually had to replace my hand with my
mouth.  I had to tear my mouth away from her tits.  As I
turned my body around to get on top of her and position
my cunt over her face and admired her hairy crotch, my
right hand was covered with the slimy fluid from her cunt.
I smelled my fingers and licked my hand before I started
licking her pussy.  I ran my tongue up and down her hairy
crotch until I found her clitoris.  I sucked it into my mouth
and nursed it like it was a nipple until Elizabeth had an
orgasm that caused her to yell into the canyon of my
pussy.  That was enough to make me cum all over her
face.  That evening set the standard for the weeks to
follow.

	It took several days for me to get settled in.  I had
sent my resume to several businesses and movie studios.
I was contacted by several businesses, and I made
appointments for interviews.  Some were perfunctory and
a waste of time, but when I met the personnel manager
for Universal Studios, I sold myself and was hired at a
good salary to work in the accounting office, because the
studio was just over the Hollywood hill from Elizabeth's
home.  It took me a couple of months to become
comfortable with the job.

	Elizabeth was having a great time showing me all
around the sights in the southern California area.  The
interesting thing was she not only had a car in the garage
there was a Harley Davidson motorcycle.  She told me
that she belonged to a Ladies Biker's Club.  She took me to
a club meeting of the Sine Regrets Motorcycle Club and
introduced me to the club members.

	At first, I was intimidated by the women in the club.
They came across like a bunch of bad assed bikers.  The
club president was a tall woman that looked almost like a
male dirty blue-collar worker, her hair was cut short and
no makeup with a square jaw.  She always wore blue
denim work shirts, blue jeans, thick soled boots, black
chaps, a black leather vest with an emblem on the back
depicting a big woman riding a springer motorcycle with
the words 'Sine Regrets' (Without Regrets) over the
emblem and the words 'Los Angeles Chapter' under the
emblem.  She also wore a typical black leather motorcycle
jacket.  She was a very intimidating looking woman.  If it
weren't for the massive breast under her clothes she
could almost pass for a man.  I was impressed by the
women because they were so comfortable with their
lesbianism.  They talked openly about who and what they
wanted to do to each other.

	There was always at least twenty-five members
present at the meetings, but I didn't know how many
actual members there were.  A large-number-of them
dressed like the president of the club.  But some of them
looked very famine and pretty, even in black leather.
There was one that really drew my attention.

	She was called Cookie.  She was a Mexican-
American that was very pretty.  She was no more than
five-feet two-inches tall and no more than a hundred
pounds.  Her wavy black hair had a reddish tint, and
flowed down her back.  She must have been at least forty
plus years old, but pretty enough to be a cover girl.  I
found it interesting that she rode an old three-wheel
Harley.    Elizabeth had to explain to me that Cookie had
found a 1940's meter maid's bike and replaced the old 45
cubic inch leaky flathead with a modern EVO engine, and
removed the metal box and replaced it with a polished
oak stake bed. Like a pickup truck.  At that time her
explanation was lost on me.  But the fact that the young
blonde that rode bitch with Cookie looked like an
underage teenage girl fascinated me.

	Elizabeth encouraged me to join the club.  She
made the arrangements for me to take riding lessons from
a school called Iron Horse.  I learned that everything I
would have thought logical was completely wrong.  When
I felt comfortable riding a bike, I bought my own bike.

	Elizabeth took me to the Glendale Harley Davidson
Dealership so that I could look at the virility of bikes.  That
dealership caters to the Hollywood types.  Lorenzo Lamas
bought the springer bike he used in the TV series
Renegade from them.  Some of the other celebrities that
frequent the dealership Larry Hagman, Peter Fonda, and
Jay Lino.  They often act as Grand Marshall for the annual
Love Ride.  While shopping for a bike I was thinking of a
sportster but Elizabeth explained to me that the best bike
for a woman to ride is a Dyna Low Rider, because the
saddle is only 25-inches off the ground.  She explained
that even though Harleys are almost a 700-pounds
vibratos, the Height of the saddle is ideal for women's
shorter legs.  So, I selected a blue one with a lot of
chrome, and they gave me a DOT (Department of
Transportation) approved helmet.

	Elizabeth insisted that I should buy my leathers
from a leather shop in the valley because they would be
custom made and cheaper than Harley labeled leathers.
When we went to the shop I was measured and the
Mexican assured me that my leathers would be ready in a
week.  When we returned to pick them up, I thought the
chaps were too long but Elizabeth told me that when I
was sitting on the bike the extra length would ride up.
The club patch was already sewn onto the vest.  I couldn't
picture myself wearing greasy engineering boots.

	I contacted a cousin back in Oklahoma and asked
them to buy me a nice pair of black Texas cowboy boots
that the lining was made of the soft leather that comes
from the lining of a cow's stomach, because that made
the boots comfortable.  I was soon riding with the club to
any number of events like the Love Ride, Laughlin Run,
and even Sturgis.

	When we went on these rides, we shared a room
with a couple of our club members.  The club would
reserve a motel or small hotel so that we didn't have to
share with male bikers.  I found it interesting that the
male bikers didn't hassle the lesbian bikers.  I found out
from experience that some of the women that rode Bitch
for bikers were happy to have three-way sex with
lesbians.

	On one of our weekend-rides the club was staring
at a motel in Bishop, Ca.  Elizabeth and I had paired up
with Cookie and her girlfriend named Vicki to stay in a
room together.  There were two full sized beds in the
room.  The first night we had dinner in town at a
restaurant as a group and we did a lot of drinking and
dancing before we made our way to our motel room.  I
was fascinated to watch the three of them remove their
leathers and their jeans.  I was fascinated by the sight of
Cookie and Viki.

	Cookie's body was superb and even brown all over,
breasts were a perfect w4-C and hourglass figure was
perfection.  Her legs were those of a dancer.  Of course, I
was fascinated by the sight of her black triangle of pubic
hair.  I was just as intrigued by her young girlfriend.

	Vicki Was the picture of an innocent high school
cheerleader.  She was a platinum blonde with clear blue
eyes.  She didn't look a day older than 16.  Her skin was
flawless and her breasts stood up proudly without the
need for a bra.  Her pink areolas were puff bumps on her
tits and the nipples were inverted.  Her figure was perfect.
I admired her little butt and the sight of her pubic hair was
a slightly darker hue of blonde from the hair on her head.
I had a strong desire to make love to them both, but
feared that Cookie was the jealous type.

	When the four of us were naked and ready for bed,
it was Cookie that suggested that she take me to bed with
her and Elizabeth should take Vicki to bed with her.
Elizabeth was thrilled with the prospect of taking Vicki to
bed.  Cookie laid me across the bed facing the other bed,
and Elizabeth laid Vicki on across the other bed facing me.

	Cookie produced a strap-on dildo and proceeded to
lubricate it with Vaseline before she stepped into the
harness and tightened up the straps securely around her
hips.

	I was no stranger to dildos because I had been
fucked by Elizabeth and some other girls in college with
dildos.  I laid on my back assuming that Cookie was
planning on fucking me in the typical missionary position,
but Cookie had other plans.

	She took hold of my arm and leg to flip me over
onto my tummy.  My chin was resting on the mattress and
I was looking at Vicki's eyes.  Cookie got on top of me and
used her legs to spread my legs and she knelt between my
legs just long enough to guide the phallic replica of a male
penis to my asshole and she got on her toes like she was
about to do some pushups and drove the dildo deep into
my asshole.  She lay on my back with her mouth near my
right ear and whispered in my ear: "I'm going to fuck me
so hard that you will feel my cock banging against your
belly button!"

	I had never dreamed about having anal sex before
and the pain was bringing tears to my eyes.  I was
moaning in pain with every thrust of her hips, as she
drove that latex rubber cock deep into my ass.  I was
looking at Vicki's face as Elizabeth was fucking her ass
with her own strap-on dildo.  I was surprised that Vicki
was actually-smiling as if she actually-enjoyed being
fucked in the ass.  I assumed the Cookie must be fucking
her ass regularly.  The pain was slowly replaced by the
thrill of an orgasm over taking the pain.  Vicki had an
orgasm before me.  Cookie and Elizabeth eventually rolled
off-of us and relaxed next to us.  We talked for a few
minutes before Elizabeth changed places with me.

	This time Cookie fucked Elizabeth and I got to taste
Vicki's little cunt.  She turned out to be very good at
eating pussy herself.  The next morning, we cleaned up
and got dressed to meet the club for breakfast before the
ride back to town.  That was my welcome into the Biker
life.


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