Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2012 10:13:00 -0400 From: Joe Mamma Subject: Little Biker Chick installment one Writer's disclaimer: You know the kind of stuff that is posted here. Don't read it if you may be offended. I have a fertile mind and this story is the result of my perverted thoughts, not actions. There is a fairly lengthy introduction because I want to set the mood of Ken's firsts encounter with Katie and her parents. Be patient, but have tissues handy. Biker Sunday The Sunday of the blessing of the bikes, or "Biker Sunday" at the smallish rural church back in my home area turned out to be more than just a nice day with good people and an enjoyable motorcycle ride through the central Kentucky countryside. I'm a divorced man having had two unsuccessful marriages behind me. My boys are both in college, I do have a girlfriend of sorts who spends time with me but for the most part I'm blissfully single, spending lots of time with my internet cuties (stuff that would put me in jail if you catch my drift) choking the chicken to tasty treats of pre-teen and early teen boys and girls. My sexual preferences for adult partners is nearly exclusively heterosexual. but there is something about 9-12 year old girls and 10-14 year old boys that brings my blood to a boil and makes my cock rigid. That Sunday morning started out very pleasantly with what ultimately ended up being about 50 bikes, their riders and the occasional youngster. We gathered in the parking lot of the church and visited, looking over each other's rides comparing features of each and talking about various places we've traveled on the motorcycles. I'd been there about 20 minutes when a pair of bikes came along and parked next to my ride. Turns out it was a husband with a kid on one bike and the mother of the family on another. My attention initially was on the bikes. A nice BMW 1300RT and a Honda Magna, but it was the size of the passenger on the BMW that piqued my interest as he (or she) was about the size of my fantasy lovers. As the riders settled their bikes, the woman took off her helmet revealing an attractive auburn haired lady who was maybe in her mid thirties. The Dad was the next to take off the helmet and he was a sandy haired fellow of about the same age as the lady. We exchanged pleasantries as the youngster, still helmeted, got off the BMW like a pro, careful to avoid scuffing the side bags and settle down in a standing position next to the bike. The child was dressed in heavy jean pants and a motorcycle jacket designed for protection so it was nearly impossible to tell the sex of this kid but it was clear that he or she was in my preferred age range. Although admittedly a perv I still don't want to be considered as one so I work very hard to keep my eyes diverted and prevent prolonged gazes at the objects of my desire so it was out of the corner of my eye, as I exchanging greetings with the Dad that I saw the black full face helmet come off and a peaches and cream, freckled girl undid her flaming red hair and let it fall to the middle of her back. Pretty green eyes flashed at me as she said "hello" and proceeded to unzip her jacket. It took all I had to keep my eyes from popping out of my head and look at her dad when I was talking to him. I did however catch a glimpse of her just larger than Hershey kiss sized nipples atop the slightest of twin breast swellings that were prominently displayed thanks to the elasticized band of her top. She was wearing what I call a 'sun-top' that had thin shoulder straps, a 3-4 inch elasticized area that surrounded her chest at breast level, then a flowing sort of semi- pleated bottom that slightly billowed out over her lower back and tummy to about the middle of her cantaloupe shaped and sized ass cheeks. I hoped that no one present heard my intake of breath as my eyes darted, quickly enough to avoid raising suspicion I hoped, over this beautiful little girl's budding body. It only took a millisecond to scan her face, chest, tummy, hips, ass and legs. She was certainly vivacious and immediately commenced chatting to her mom, whose name I learned was Carol and Andrew her Dad. Her hair was the kind of red that jumped out at you. flaming red, that hung down to just below her shoulder blades. It was parted in the middle and had the slightest of waves to it but looking closer you could tell that, left un-tamed, would be quite frizzy under certain circumstances. Her eyes were more hazel than green now that I'd had a close look. There were gold-like flecks scattered about and there was the definite sparkle one associates with a happy healthy little girl. Her face had rounded features, prominent cheeks caused by the tiny bit of baby fat left on her. Her complexion was definitely peaches and cream with tiny to small sized freckles scattered about. Her teeth were very even and very white albeit still on the large size for her face.by the time she attained full adult size they would be perfect. Her smile was, if it were to be categorized, illuminating. Her shoulders had the same creamy complexion as her face. The smoothness of her shoulders blended in with the base of her neck in a very alluring manner. I noticed that she did not seem to be the kind of redhead that burned but rather tanned ever so slightly. All of this description was burned into my mind in the brief seconds as she took off her jacket, wiggled her jeans into a more comfortable position on her coltish legs. This readjustment of her clothing emphasized in an alternating manner the firmness of her ass cheeks. I believe the term 'bubble butt' would apply in this circumstance. She was chattering away to her dad with her back toward me standing maybe 3 feet away with only her dad's bike between this vixen and me. I was still speaking with her dad in between her comments, not at all minding the excitement she felt by being there. She reached both of her hands behind her head to grasp her hair for an adjustment and doing so she turned around, facing me. She had a ponytail holder in her mouth, both hands behind her head bunching up her hair for her father to put her hair in a ponytail. Her arms hinted at firm musculature under the barely present baby fat. her arm pits were exposed to me, hairless (not shaven) and I noticed also that the skin there hinted at a very slight tan. The muscles of her chest flexed slightly due to the raised position of her arms and as her elbows waved in the air the contraction of her pectoral muscles caused her budding breasts to push against the wrinkled elastic band of her shirt stretching across her chest. Her breast swells had a base not as big around as an Oreo cookie and certainly no more elevated from her chest wall than those tasty morsels (the cookie!) topped by a nipple that was approximately the size of a Hershey's kiss. The air was warm so I didn't have the pleasure of seeing any erectness pressing against the fabric. Her tummy was barely chubby. there was a flatness that one could easily associate with regular strenuous physical activity. There was more than a hint of womanly curves to this little girl's hips but she was still just that, a girl. There was a slight breeze blowing and a strong puff came along about this time resulting in her top billowing up and out exposing her navel, which was a deep 'innie'. my favorite! That too brief moment also revealed that the skin of her soft, smooth looking tummy had that same smattering of fine freckles and demonstrated the same slight tan as her face, shoulders and arms. It took several minutes to write the preceding description yet only a second or two for the actual event to have occurred. My mind was racing! How lucky can I be to have had even a glimpse of such sweet flesh? I'm glad that her Dad was distracted somewhat by his wife packing her riding togs away and by the other bikes and bikers in the parking lot. I surely did hope he didn't catch me perving on his sexy daughter. I put her age at 10, maybe 11 as she came up almost to my shoulders (I'm 5'8") along with her breast development (I'm a physician. to be specific an Ob/Gyn so I know these things professionally) Andrew said, "Introduce yourself young lady!" gently reminding the young girl of her manners. "Hello! I'm Katie!" her voice steady and sure, but still childlike, "What's yours?" "Hello Katie, I'm Ken" I replied, taking her extended hand and giving it a gentle but friendly shake. The softness of that delicate hand in mine was a pleasure indeed. Her fingers were fairly long and very well manicured for a young lady. "I know it's not polite to ask a lady her age! I'll just ask what grade you're in and to the math myself," I jokingly said to her. She giggled, blushed then smiled "I'm going to be in the fourth grade this year. I'm 9 « . I'm kinda tall for my age. My gymnastics teacher and dance instructor says it won't matter. My mind was reeling with thoughts of seeing this red headed cherub in a body suit or tights, or doing the splits, or on the balance beam. oh hell, who am I kidding? I'd like to see her in just about anything under any circumstances. There were other kids about Katie's age there and she asked, and was granted, permission to go play with them. Andrew, Carol and Katie were members of this church and the other children were Katie's' Sunday school classmates. Andrew, Carol and I visited for a minute or so, then separated as we walked about the parking lot visiting with the other riders and admiring each other's scoots. From time to time I'd glance up and every so often I'd see the couple looking in my direction and say a few words back and forth. I didn't pay any particular attention to this as I was walking around, admiring the various bikes and making small talk with the other riders present. Around 10:30 services began and by that time we had all filtered into the sanctuary. I sat near the end of one of the back pews, as the church was quite crowded. My classmate and his family sat toward the middle of that same pew and we chatted a moment as the praise group walked onto the stage. I felt a sharp tap on my right shoulder and turned around to see my newfound friends. It was Katie who had tapped me and I was treated to a cute, mischievous when I turned to greet her. "Hi Mr. Ken! I'm a loud singer so you'd better be too!" She proclaimed, and then giggled. "I'll certainly try!" I replied. I do have a decent voice and have sung both at churches and other venues through the years, but I certainly wasn't professional or star quality" Katie was right however. as the choir worked its way through the opening hymns I could very clearly hear that hot red headed girl singing her heart out. She had a decent enough voice and, even though I didn't know all of the songs very well, I tried to harmonize with her. The time then came for 'fellowshipping' or shaking hands and chatting with those around our immediate seats. The folks there were friendly and welcoming. Katie was one of the first to shake my hands and as the fellowship moment was winding down, she grasped it again, tickled my palm with her middle finger just a scratch or two very discretely, and said. "I wanted to shake your hand twice so you'd be sure not to forget me!" Then the smile and giggle erupted. There was something else considering eruption let me tell you. Back in the day, tickling the palm of someone of the opposite sex was a clue that led up to "Let's fuck" Andrew and Carol smiled at their daughter and me and then our attention was turned to the preacher. The sermon was on courage with the message being that courage doesn't mean the absence of fear, but rather the realization that on the other side of that fear is something much more important than the sensation of fear. After service there was lunch, followed by some bike rodeo games. My new friends and I sat together for the meal and I got to steal glances at Katie and her puffy titty buds from time to time. I teased her gently and we all had good laughs. If her parents only knew that I would like nothing better for dessert than to have a naked Katie on her back, her ass pulled to the edge of the table and my mouth, lips and tongue sampling her sweet pussy at the table's edge. The games were tame and very fun stuff, definitely family oriented. Katie and her dad participated in quite a few of the games and even won a couple. As they were designed primarily for rider/passenger pairs, I stood on the sidelines and cheered everyone one. Carol and I exchanged small talk with each other and with the various other participants. After the games we were to take a ride as a group of about 15 miles to the next small town for ice cream at a local "Mom and Pop" place that made their own cakes, pies and candies. The ice cream wasn't home made but was very high quality. We got lined up and the road captain led the way. Andrew and Katie, on the BMW were immediately behind me and their mom was just in front of me. The road had enough twists, turns and hills to be interesting and took us through some beautiful Kentucky countryside. After the first mile or so I noticed that Katie would, from time to time, wave almost frantically. It took me a bit to realize that she was waving at me as she could see my helmet in the side mirrors of my bike. So, whenever she waved, I waved back! We arrived at the ice cream shoppe in about 30 minutes. After dismounting our bikes and taking our helmets and riding jackets off the crowd of bikers walked into the small ice cream shoppe and waited patiently for the older couple to get to us. I continued my visit with my new friends and their daughter as well as talking to whoever was close by. Being a typical 9-« year old Katie wasn't much on patience and would alternate between being a little moody and being very vivacious. She was mostly the latter I have to say. As we got to know each other better, we realized that their home was in the same direction as mine and that I had passed by it numerous times. Katie thought this was too cool that we were "almost neighbors" After we got our treats we went outside to sit at one of the tables to eat. Katie from time to time would look at me inquisitively, then look down or away as if to ponder something. Occasionally she opened her mouth as if to say something but then changed her mind. Then there was a couple of times when she whispered in her mom's ear, holding her hand up against those plush ruby lips so no one else would hear. Her mom for the first few times of this simply either nodded 'yes' or shook her head symbolizing 'no'. She then asked her dad something in that secretive way. I heard him say, "you know your mom makes this kind of decision" After a few minutes of this and having exhausted most of the banter and small talk between all of the other bikers we started talking about the trip home. This part of the state is where I grew up and I knew all of the roads very well. Andrew and Carol had a route back to their home planned out and they asked me if I'd like to ride along with them since we were headed in the same direction. I gladly accepted the invite and told them that if they were game, I'd take them back home, but by a much nicer, scenery wise, route than the one they had chosen. They readily agreed. Katie once again leaned into her mother's ear and whispered, only this time I overheard what she was saying as the crowd had thinned out, the noise level was greatly decreased.that and Katie really just stage whispered. She wanted me to hear what she was saying. "Please please let me ask him if I can ride with him!" Of course I heard this and hoped that the rapidity of my expanding cock didn't make any noise as it ripped through my jeans. (Well, it FELT like it would) I know I was blushing a bit, flustered a bit, because I knew that seeming too eager would NOT be a good thing. I tried to remain disinterested as if I hadn't heard anything and let the family make their decision about this without my input. I always had a 'buddy belt' with me, as did Katie's dad. it's a belt with several built in handles for riders to hold on to. Carol knew I had heard Katie's question by the look in my eyes. She gave in and said "go ahead and ask, but I don't know if Ken would feel right about taking on a kid passenger." Katie looked at me with those sparkling, gold-flecked hazel eyes, and with the pleading looking on her face and the longing in her voice asked me. "Please Mr. Ken? Can I ride with you?" She continued "Mom and Dad have watched you ride and they know you play it safe. I'm a good passenger and know how to lean and everything! You like kids don't you? Don't you?" If only she knew! I had decided to play it straight. not act too eager and not too aloof. "I have no problem with you as a passenger if your parent's don't. I've taken my own kids for rides when they were younger than you and I take my friend's kids and grandkids with me from time to time. You just have to do one thing!" "What's that?" she asked I said, "You have to use the buddy belt. no ifs, ands or buts. I know you wear your helmet, jacket and gloves and I like it that you guys ride in full gear. I just want your hands on the handles at all times. Okay?" She did nothing but get up from the table, walk to her Dad's bike, open the trunk and start putting on her jacket, helmet and gloves. I looked at her parents and said. "I know you guys wouldn't even let it get close to this if you didn't trust me. I appreciate your confidence. This road is interesting without being crazy curvy and I'll keep the speed down and even ride in front of you all the way so you can pass me up and stop me if you have any concerns about Katie. I know about where you live so when we get close, just pass me up and I'll follow you the rest of the way to your house." They agreed wholeheartedly with what I said and offered me a buddy belt. "No thanks," I said. grinning internally," I have my own!" My bike is a Honda VTX. It resembles what I've always thought of as the older police motorcycles. The seats are old-fashioned too. They are wide and have a central 'bump' or elevation toward the front of the seating surface. You've probably seen them; they're called "tractor seats" because old tractors had seats shaped like this. One advantage of having disposable income is that I'm able to afford to do some custom work on my bike. There is an item called a 'blinker buddy' which is installed under the rider's seat and vibrates when the turn signals are on to remind you to turn them off. The vibration is quite noticeable and after installing one on my bike under MY seat the idea to have one custom installed in the 'hump' part of the passenger seat struck me. I had this done by a friend who is an upholsterer and shares interest in 'kinky' things. I have a button that allows me to activate the blinker buddy on the passenger seat, and if the lady is in the right position she will feel a distinct vibration on her perineum. I merely depress the button intermittently throughout the ride. My passengers (all female of course) seldom mention the buzzing but they all seem to admit to being aroused after a ride and, therefore, horny and ready for some sexual play once we get back to the house. If they do mention feeling a strange vibration, I just pass it off as an idiosyncrasy of the bike. Of course, I don't use this on every passenger, but when I do there's a good chance I'm going to get laid. I was only a tiny bit concerned about using this trick on the sexy 9 « year old Katie but since she was already going to be the subject of my masturbatory fantasies once I got home I figured why not? We all suited up and mounted our bikes. Before Katie climbed aboard I gave her one more instruction. "Now Katie, you know the safest way to be a passenger is to pull up close to the rider so the weight is distributed properly" She looked at me like I was crazy. She said, "Mr. Ken. I know that! I've been riding since I was a little girl and I even have my own bike at home. I promise I'll be a good passenger and you won't be sorry you let me ride with you." I though to myself there would be no way I'd ever be sorry. Just reminiscing about the feel of the cute youngster's legs touching the outer parts of my thighs, and her crotch pushing into my lower back for 30 miles coupled with the knowledge that I was going to give her several blasts of the blinker buddy along the way would give me fodder for lengthy jack-off sessions for months to come. She mounted the bike like a pro, grasped the handles on the buddy belt and snuggled up close. The three bikes were then started and we set out for home. The ride back was pretty. It was late spring and nature was showing her glory. We passed many fields of wheat about to be harvested, corn that was already nearly knee high, and dozens of herds of cattle with new calves bounding near their mothers. I waited until we were about five minutes into the ride before giving my special button a couple of brief taps. After the second one I could feel Katie shifting her weight around and pulling herself a bit closer to me tightening the pressure of the inside of her (what simply HAD to be) creamy thighs against the outer portions of mine. I waited a minute or so and gave a longer jolt of vibratory sensation to her crotch and felt her thighs squeeze together briefly, then settle back to a more relaxed state. We went a few more miles and Katie had settled back a bit in the seat so I gave the button a ten second blast. I felt her squirm in the seat and once again she pulled herself (and that decidedly, though unseen) crotch closer to my lower back. Her Dad was following about 100 feet behind me with her mom about 100 feet behind her. Our maximum speed was about 45 mph so it was a safe distance. I worried just a bit that he would wonder what was going on if Katie squirmed too much so it was uppermost in my mind that I be careful to not give her too much excitement. As the journey progressed I would intermittently give a three or four second blast to the passenger seat and was nearly always rewarded with a clamping of Katie's thighs against mine and the pressing of her pudenda to my lower back. By now, my cock was in a perpetual state of _ arousal and my underwear was getting soaked with my pre-cum. The journey eventually brought us to their 'neck of the woods' and Andrew came up along side me and held up one finger to signify that our turn was about a mile away. Andrew and Carol both passed, leaving me in the rear of our small procession with Katie. I gave several 10 second blasts in a row and could sense her bouncing up and down, sort of like a seated 'pee-pee' dance then it seemed as if she had a spasm of some sort. her thighs clamped tightly against mine and she nearly broke the buddy belt she was pulling so tightly! My immediate thought, and hope was, that she had experienced the height of sexual pleasure due to the intense vibrations of the blinker buddy embedded in the 'hump' of her seat. I was soon to find out the truth! I followed Carol's turn and we traveled about _ mile down a paved country lane and turned into the driveway of an older, but very well maintained, ranch style house set in the middle of what appeared to be about 4 acres of simple but attractive landscaping. Andrew had already gone in the house and Carol was putting her jacket and helmet away. I stopped my VTX and Katie dismounted gracefully. She pulled off her helmet quickly and quickly walked to her mom's side. Again she pressed her mouth up against her Mom's ear and, using her hand as a shield, whispered something quickly and dashed into the house. Carol then looked directly at me with a slightly bewildered look at first which melted into a slight grin accompanied by the raising of her eyebrows just a tiny bit. I was still sitting on my bike, my helmet in hand, prepared to say so long. Carol came up to me and thanked me for letting Katie ride. "I think you've found a new best friend Ken" she said. "She doesn't want you to leave yet but she had to dash in to use the restroom. Would you mind staying for a while, I'm sure you're thirsty." I didn't really have any time constraints that evening so I accepted her invitation. "Besides," she continued, "I think we might have more things in common than just motorcycles."