Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2012 15:10:48 -0400 From: Joe Mamma Subject: little biker chick part VIII Little Biker Chick Part VIII To my readers I must apologize for the delay in sending this chapter. The thumb drive on which the story was stored has died and I have to re-create without the use of my outline. Please remember to donate to Nifty...every little bit helps! Part VIII The trip back to my house from the restaurant was enjoyable on many fronts. Not only were the weather nice and the scenery magnificent but also I had the aroma of Allison's soaking wet underwear for company inside my full-faced helmet. I rolled up the tiny bit of cloth and placed it under my nose between my upper lip and the inner part of the helmet. Nothing like the scent of hot pussy! I gave the blinker buddy button some intermittent though unpredictable blasts. I could feel Allison squirming on the back seat and had to grin as she often ground her crotch into the 'hump' of the passenger seat. I would lay on the button for a period then release it. From time to time I'd get a smack on the back of my shoulder if she thought I'd released too soon. I love this game! Once we got back home Allison dismounted and ran into the house. I did a quick wipe down of the bike and soon followed her. I knew where I'd find her (at least I thought I did... she catches my by surprise from time to time.) I walked down the hall and into our bedroom. The only light was the low wattage lamp by the bedside and the remnants of the day's sun coming through the window. Allison was lying naked on the bed with several of our toys laid out on the dressed. There were four lengths of very soft rope, a small ball gag, a tube of KY jelly and a thick 10 inch dildo with a finger ring on the end (this made plunging it into and out of a given orifice easier without slippage...lol) "If you don't come and fuck me right now I'll get you good while you're sleeping!" she jokingly threatened. I stripped where I stood and went to the bed. She sat up on the side of the bed, placed her wrists together and I tied them with one of the pieces of rope. She then lay back on the bed and brought her feet up close to her ass and I tied her ankles together with the second piece of rope. Taking the third piece of rope I tied her wrists and ankles together by looping the rope in the areas between her wrists and ankles. The fourth and last piece was used to tie her knees together. This Boy Scout exercise yielded me a package that left Allison's ass and cunt fully exposed to my desires (and hers... I knew exactly what she wanted when I saw the items she had selected) The ball gag was the last thing to be applied to my 19-year-old foster daughter. The use of the blinker buddy to buzz her crotch had worked her up into a mass of horny flesh. When she gets into a state such as she was at this time the only thing that sates her is a good HARD fucking...with a cock, with a dildo, with whatever hard, round object was at hand...I had a couple of things in mind. Before tightening the strap she mumbled something... I took the gag out and she looked at me with lustful eyes. "Make me scream!" she ordered. "Your wish is my command!" I replied. I tightened the ball gag enough that it stretched the corners of her mouth, rolled her over to where her ass was in the air and stared at her brown eye twitching and the moisture laden lips of her bald pussy. I reached for my jeans, took the belt from the loops and doubled it upon itself. I gave her ass cheeks a couple of very light almost tickle quality strokes with my belt before I reared back and let loose with the hardest smack I could muster. I could hear the muffled screams from around the ball gag as I looked at the bright red stripe that I had left on the globes of her firm buttocks. Two more swings of my arm, two more stripes emblazoned on her flesh and I saw her entire body tremble with the first of her many orgasms for the evening. My cock was hard as steel and leaking precum like mad. Her pussy was leaking lube like mad but that wasn't where I was headed. I took the KY, squeezed out a glob onto the head of my dick and smeared it around. I took hold of her ass with my left hand and, separating the cheeks exposing her brown star as much as I could, placed the tip of the KY tube up against her anus and gave a squeeze. I tossed the tube of KY onto the nightstand and, lining up my cock with her ass, gave a hard thrust and bottomed out into her shit chute with one push. Again with the muffled cries and I looked up at her face which was mashed against the pillows, right side down, and could see tears welling up in her eyes. "Take it you fucking low life scum sucking cunt!" I hollered I pounded her ass as hard and deep as I could making sure I twisted my hips from right to left so I could thoroughly pound her rectum and stretch her ass. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back hard. I jabbed my cock into her asshole as hard as I could, accentuating each thrust with words such as 'bitch, cocksucker, cunt, shit-pile" and the like. I must stop here and explain something to you. I don't feel this way toward Allison at all. I love her and cherish her with everything I have. I can't explain the psychological need she has to be degraded but she asked me to do this for her, and I found that I do like it from time to time. I guess somewhere down deep her crack whore mother, by her actions and inactions, messed with Allison's sense of self worth. She was so intelligent, capable and driven in every other area of her life but from time to time she feels the need to be degraded. I'm happy to oblige. Feeling my self getting closer to blasting her butt with my cum I withdrew my cock and leaned back on the bed, my hips resting on my ankles. I took the belt again and gave her ass a swat again as hard as I could produce...Allison convulsed with another orgasm. I took the dildo, which had a series of bulges along its shaft and pushed it into her still gaping shit hole until just the ring on the end was visible. I roughly pushed Allison over to where she was on her back. This exposed her pussy to me and her pussy juices were flowing out like a bubbling spring. I aimed my cock at the lust swollen entrance to her cunt and plunged in to the hilt. I could feel the knobs on the dildo in her rectum as my cock slid in and out of her hot wet love glove. I pounded her in this manner for about a minute then turned her to where she was on her left side. In an alternating fashion I either plowed her pussy with my cock or, with my cock buried to the hilt in her twat I would grab the ring of the ass-held dildo and saw it into and out of her rectum. It took every bit of self control not to fill her pussy with my cum as the sensation of the knobs on the shaft of this dildo really stimulated my organ. This went on for about five minutes at most and Allison, with tears in her eyes, had been through several orgasms, some big, some small. I withdrew the knobbed dildo from her ass and replaced it with my throbbing cock. I plowed her backdoor for about another minute when the inevitable mind blowing cum hit me and I shot volley after volley of my cum into her velvet lined rectum. I withdrew my dick, removed the ball gag from Allison and force fed her my cock. She licked and sucked the mixture of her ass and pussy juices and my jizz from my rapidly deflating member. When I was satisfied that she'd done a good job I untied her. I piled our toys in a chair by the bed to be cleaned up the next morning. I stretched out under the covers as Allison went to the bathroom to clean herself up a little. She turned out the bathroom light as she came back into the bedroom and crawled up next to me my right arm cradling her as she curled up. She kissed my cheek, whispered "I love you... Goodnight!" She then put her thumb into her mouth, started sucking it and fell asleep in seconds as did I. The next morning I awakened to an empty bed and the smells and sounds of breakfast cooking. Allison was chipper and happy as a lark as she welcomed me with a hug and kiss on the cheek as I entered the kitchen. "Coffee's ready" she said as she turned back to the stove to tend to the bacon frying in the pan. "Bacon, eggs and toast will be ready in a few minutes." After pouring my coffee I sat at the breakfast bar and watched her as she flitted about the room. She was wearing one of my old scrub tops and I saw, as she reached up into the open cupboard, nothing else as I was afforded a scrumptious view of the globes of her ass. I had her stop and lift the back of the shirt a bit. There were still very evident red stripes across her ass. She rubbed her butt a little saying "My pussy tingles whenever I touch these marks... thanks!" I'll never understand why she likes it or how it turns her on... but then if she's happy then I'm happy too! Breakfast was ready in a flash and we sat down and ate in relative silence. Allison asked, "Did you ever take those boxes of my old clothes to the Goodwill?" "You mean the ones we boxed up before you graduated high school?" "Yes... the boxes with my clothes from right after I moved in!" "No" I sheepishly replied... we'd had the conversation "gotta get rid of this stuff" time and again I just kept forgetting to load the car. I figured she was going to fuss but she said "Good!" and jumped up from the counter, put her dishes in the sink, and trotted off down the hall. We have an agreement, whoever cooks gets to watch the other clean up. I finished my duties in the kitchen and just as I was wiping down the stove Allison came bounding into the kitchen with her arms full of something black. "Oh my stars!" I thought as I realized what she had. "My vest and chaps from when I first started riding with you!" Allison had retrieved from the Goodwill box a leather vest and pair of assless chaps that I'd bought her shortly after she moved in for good. Her piece of crap mother had disappeared, apparently for good, less than two weeks after all of the paperwork had been completed for my informal "unofficial but totally court sanctioned temporary foster parent-ward status." One evening I dropped Allison off at her mom's apartment after she'd completed her homework at my place. I'd just driven about 1/2 mile when my phone rang. "Dr. Ken!" she was sobbing "can you come back after me? Moms's gone" "You're mom's always gone Allison" "This time it's different! She left a note" I turned the car around and headed back. I knocked on the door to their dingy tiny apartment and Allison soon opened it. She had a couple of battered suitcases and a large garbage bag stuffed with odds and ends lying at her feet. She handed me a note which read "Dear Allie... Dr. Ken can take care of you now. I've met a man at school who wants me to marry him and get the fuck out of this piece of shit town." It was signed "love, Mom" And that was it. Nothing mentioned about missing Allison, about coming back for her... nothing that a mother might say to make it easy on the child. There was no phone number, no name of the boyfriend, no idea as to where they might be going. Allison grabbed her stuff and started walking toward the car. "I've got all my stuff... let's get out of here!" We did, and never looked back. Turns out the sobbing I heard on the phone was the result of tears of joy. She was relieved to be free of her mother. The next day a phone call to the social services people and to the judge set the stage to allow me to become her permanent foster parent (and full time lover) Shortly after this occurrence Allison was thumbing through a magazine devoted to Cruiser Motorcycles and saw an advertisement for protective leather clothing. I ride with gore-tex re-inforced jeans and jean jacket. I thought the idea of a barely pubescent girl clad in leather vest and assless chaps was erotic as hell. Turns out this was an understatement of epic proportions. It took a couple of weeks for the items to arrive and boy howdy did she look sexy as hell in this get up. Again, she had some misfortune with her previous hair stylings and complexion and this happened before we could properly address these issues. (I'm pleased to say that the new hair style, some regular bathing and minor attention to her complexion and some brief orthodontia made her pretty darned attractive by one year later.) Once the leathers arrived she was quick to try them on and would wear the chaps and vest everytime we went riding. As she matured the combination of her womanly figure and the leather made her the object of many stares wherever we went. More about this later. She asked for my phone and redialed the Ziff's. I heard her ask Carol a few questions about Katie's height, weight, waist size etc. I knew something was cooking in her mind when Allison hung up the phone and immediately dialed another number. "Hi Fred!" she half giggled when the other party answered "Yeah, it's Allison... I have a favor to ask." Fred was a man about 10 years younger than me who had the hots for Allison for years. He was an upholsterer and was the man who helped me with the blinker buddy in the seat. We hadn't had a lot of contact since the custom seat was fabricated but he and I had run into each other from time to time. He was glad to learn that it was a successful addition to the bike. When he learned that my rider was all of 13 he practically begged me to introduce them to each other. I had no intention of sharing Allison with anyone or with pimping her out so I never let the two of them meet. Truth be known, I wanted her for myself... at least as far as another adult male was concerned. Allison turned out to be quite the sexual beast and soon enough after moving in with me we introduced the occasional young girl or boy into our world of sexual play. Being a resident of a small town we had to choose our playmates very carefully but we did, over the years, have quite a number of 'friends with benefits.' At any rate when Allison was just past 16 I came in one day and overheard her speaking on the house phone. "No sir, Dr. Ken isn't here, I'll have him call you back." She hung up the phone as I entered the room and I saw that she was deeply blushing and that her nipples were hard as rocks. "Call who back?" I asked "Fred!" she answered quickly "Who is he? He gives terrific phone sex!" I just about went ballistic... "What?" I exclaimed Allison proceeded to tell me that Fred had called asking for me... seemed he had fallen on some hard times and needed some work. During the course of the conversation, Fred-who knew about Allison (though she knew nothing of him) mentioned that he did custom upholstery and he was sure that she had enjoyed some of his handiwork. She had no clue what he was talking about until he said to her "BUZZ" She immediately knew that he was the one responsible for the vibratory hump on my bike and the conversation quickly turned to how great her pussy felt when she rode with me. Apparently Fred then told Allison how good her pussy would feel if she was riding his face and the conversation turned into an orgy of words as each told the other what they would do to each other to get them off sexually. To make a long story short, Allison did indeed meet up with Fred who made it clear that he would do anything for a blowjob from her... more if she was willing. Knowing I had no real control over Allison and that she could, if she wanted, bust me all the way to prison I could only shrug my shoulders and tell her to be careful. Allison, being one smart chick, has been able to keep Fred out of her own pants for the price of the occasional blowjob. Mind you, that bj is from a hot teenager, but she swears he's never fucked her. So, back to the present, Allison was on the phone with Fred flirting away and she said "I'll be right over." She gathered up the leathers, her car keys, pecked me on the cheek and said "See ya later alligator!" She hopped in her Mini and was gone in a flash. Since we had a 'date' with the Ziff's later that day I decided to lay around the house, take a nap, recharge and wait for her return. As I slept I dreamed of the 12 year old boy I met when Allison and I were on one of our first motorcycle trips.