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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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