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    A Biker's Old Lady
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    “God damn it!!” I cursed as the wrench slipped off, shooting my hand yet again into the sharp cooling fins of the motorcycle engine. The customer was always right, I thought to myself. He's paying me to do what he wants done. I tossed the wrench down and stepped back. The 2006 Dyna Wide Glide was a machine to behold, smooth and sleek – a stripped down machine for a too-complex world. I wrapped a dirty shop rag against my knuckles as I kicked a random part in aggravation. The tank top I had on and the dirty jeans were too nasty to bother trying to stanch the flow of blood, so I held the dirty rag and prayed that I hadn't left any antifreeze on it.


    The Vance and Hines Short Shots would be loud and proud, but this joker in particular had decided to ride his bike for a bit, so the bolts were pretty much sealed into place. Breaking them loose required a lot of torque, and my favorite breaker bar/torque wrench combo was sitting in a storage room, awaiting the court's discretion in divvying up the remains of a broken marriage.


    “Aw, fuck it.” I muttered as I walked back to the front of the shop. It was mine, all mine. All nine hundred feet of storefront and a lousy one-car garage in the back that served as my repair bay. I was the front guy, the back guy, the go-to guy, the whole thing, all at once. Sometimes its a little depressing. Like now.

    I grabbed the chin-up bar mounted across the doorway and knocked out a quick seven. I was up to ten before the divorce, and the lack of eating, too much work, and not enough sleep made me weaker than usual. I shoved the mass of hair I had grown since my son was born out of my face and looked at my world. My little, grease-stained world. My bed was here in the office, and my clothes were discreetly tucked into a file cabinet.


    It was getting dark – the customer wouldn't be back til Tuesday, and it was Friday night. It had been two months since I'd gotten laid. I was sick of laying on the cot in the office and holding my cock while Claudia was in my bed fucking the neighbor. Yep – that was the kicker. I came home early to find Bruce, the pudgy accountant neighbor, balls-deep in my wife Claudia as she talked dirty in Spanish to him. Claudia's family had come from Central Mexico, from one of the German enclaves that still grew their girls light-haired, light-eyed, and light-skinned. She was all three, dark blonde with matching carpet, green eyes and a killer accent that was so clean, unlike my border-Spanish.


    I was supposed to be at the shop all day, and my son was at school. They thought it was safe.


    “Damelo, cabròn!” she grunted as she lay on her back, her legs up in the air. That little chubby fuck was porking her good, though. Bruce was dripping with sweat as Claudia's hips wiggled all over. I stood there in shock as he arched, flopping his beer belly on my wife's toned abs as he blew his load into her. She was so slim, so muscular and sexy – my mind couldn't wrap around the fact that my goddess of a wife was fucking the greasy, sniveling little twerp across the street with a bad toupee and horn-rimmed glasses.


    He slid himself out of my wife's pussy after he finished, his cock dripping with his cum and my wife's fluids. A red haze colored my vision as I watched him sit back, still in his black socks as my wife lay back, gloriously nude in our bed. Electricity shot down my arms, though, reactivating my paralyzed muscles. I could feel the rage, like a hot fiery energy, flood down my spine and into my arms and legs.


    My voice was as flat as it got, which meant someone normally got hurt at that point. “What. The. Fuck.”


    Claudia snatched covers and began babbling at me in Spanish. She was sorry, she was not responsible. He made her do it. Whatever. I knew that look on her face, the one she'd give me as I railed her within an inch of her life, making her come all over the place and leaving her a limp puddle of wet, exhausted flesh. I knew how she looked when she enjoyed the sex, and she was enjoying his pale, fat flesh on her.


    I took two steps closer as his sense of self-preservation overwhelmed his natural desire to relax after blowing his load and he began to realize his bodily integrity was in danger. I grabbed a hold of him by his greasy neck and aimed him toward the door, propelling him out with a series of shoves and kicks to his wide, pimpled ass. Claudia wrapped a sheet around her naked self as I sent her paramour out of our bedroom, through our house, off the lawn and into the middle of the street. She was from Central Mexico, and she showed it as she screamed at me in the street as she wrapped up, her righteous indignation at humiliating her lover overriding her desire to keep her dignity. Sheets slipped as neighbors watched her cursing at me for throwing her lover in the street naked, her body exposed as she forgot her nudity. She snatched at them as she cursed at me, giving everyone a good look at her sexy body while I kept the fat man down, his fish-belly paleness flourescing in the daylight.


    My anger at Claudia was enough for me to sling her over my shoulder, throw her in the bedroom, and fuck her like she was the last bit of pussy on earth. I ignored the fat bastard's cum as I slammed myself into her. It turned me on that she cursed me as she grunted and fucked me back, her animal passion like a match to gasoline. She came again and again, calling me names as I grudge-fucked her. Eventually, I blew my own load all over her stomach, tits and face. God, it felt so good, like every hot emotion blew through my cock and onto her. I wasn't angry at her, and I wasn't ready to kill her. But, that would be it – I would not be sleeping next to her or around her again. She lay in another limp puddle of her lover's drying cum and my fresh load as I pulled down a duffel bag from the closet, packed my clothes and gear, and left the house.


    The next day she slapped me with divorce papers. I guess sex wasn't our problem after all.


    Nine years of being together was gone – we'd met in college – she was a language major and I was an engineer. I'd worked on two major projects before falling in love with motorcycle mechanics. I made more money as a mechanic, and I designed some hot custom work for the marks with lots of cash. I had grown my hair after our son Jared was born, a year out of school, he was seven.


    I reached into the small fridge I kept my groceries in – atop the mini fridge were a single plate, a fork and spoon, and a hot plate to cook on, and a cot beside it. This was my life, now. After the split, I made a point of seeing my son daily, he rode to school on the back of the bike, and I brought him home. Claudia and I still looked at each other with love and hate in equal measures – I loved her, but if she were on fire, I wouldn't piss on her to put her out.


    Clauda told me the same thing one afternoon when she dropped by the shop. It was the end of the day and she was coming from somewhere with information on Jared. She was haughty in her fashion wear and I was angry and horny. Words were exchanged, and I ended up stripping her as we kissed – I fucked her like mad over one customer's bike, and she loved the grease marks I left on her where I touched her. I came like a fucking fire hose inside her as she screamed out her own orgasms, her tits shaking with pleasure as she held herself up with one hand and pinched her hanging nipples cruelly. When Claudia got dressed, she didn't even clean the handmarks of grease and oil off her, just slid her jeans back up and her shirt back on, tucking her panties and bra back into her purse. Then she left and said she'd changed the locks on the house. I shook my head as I watched her leave, knowing my cum was soaking a wet stain at the crotch of her jeans as she walked off, and I could see her legs quivering still from her orgasm.


    In the end, it was my Mexican pride and her German obstinacy that broke us apart. We could have made it work, but in the end, it was that I didn't want to ask her back, and she was too stubborn to ask me to come back.


    And so the divorce.


    I was sick of it all. I knew I'd always take care of Jared – he was my pride and joy. We camped at Lost Maples National Park when he came over, and he slept in my cot when I had him on the weekends. He worked on bikes and we went on long rides when I had slow work, eating in biker hangouts. The ol' ladies we encountered loved on Jared – his thick dark hair and his mom's lighter skin made him exotic, intriguing. At seven the ol' ladies pampered him with food, attention, and made points of wearing things that left little to the imagination as they treated him like a king. No, he'd never be insecure around girls, after the ego boost of hot biker mamas treating him so well.


    A few of them even made eyes at me – which normally ended up with one in the back of the hangout while Jared was being entertained by three or four other ol' ladies. Generally I bent them over something while I got some action. Most ended with a kiss on the cheek and a sticky spot on their backs as they went back in. A biker's life was interesting, and there was never really any shortage of pussy. Occasionally one would just want my cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down on me with her tits hanging out until I came all over them. Then, a zip-up, a kiss on the cheek again, and we'd part ways, me going back to Jared and the ladies who entertained him, and her off with the other ol' ladies.




    Lately its been busy work, and I have had my son over, but our father-son time involved me trying to degrease myself in the bathroom before going to the movies, Hooters, or both. It wasn't bad, but it was no way to really be a dad – I mean, I did get to take him to school in the mornings and pick him up. He told me his cool factor had gone up now that he carries his beanie helmet strapped to his pack in the mornings. I enjoyed the time with him, as Claudia gave me enough time to pick him up and share a burger, a shake, or just some guy time every day. She may have been a Class-A bitch to me, but she has never interfered with mine and Jared's relationship.


    Still, two months was a long time without pussy. I was sick of watching porn on the computer with my pants around my ankles in the middle of the night. Sure, every guy likes self-service, but this was outright miserable. Fuck this – I was still alive. The little man was with his mom this weekend – visiting their grands in Monterrey. My folks had passed some time ago, and I had no brothers or sisters.


    I hit the shower and washed off. All my money was tied in the bank as part of the divorce, the only cash I had was what came directly out the bike shop till. Its never a smart idea to dip into your own till, and I couldn't do the bank thing while our divorce was still on – her lawyer had frozen me out of the bank accounts because he was a shark in a suit who convinced Claudia that I could take all the cash and run. Thus, no everyday cash other than what the shop made.


    Oh well, I had enough profit in the cash box to cover a night out. I folded up a few twenties and stuck them in a set of jeans I had pulled out. I was gonna take a ride, maybe even a longer one than usual. Either way, I needed to get out and do something.


    Clean jeans, clean socks, and a fairly presentable t-shirt rounded me out. I skipped the drawers, instead just sliding a pair of jeans over my naked ass and buttoning the fly. I shoved some anti-tangle goop through my hair and brushed it out quickly, tying it back into a ponytail. I was set to go out – and I had that familiar tingle of being excited to be out and about again. It had been such a long time.


    The night was still fresh and warm from the end of the day. In the back, under a tarp, lay my latest motorcycle. To call it a Harley would be shorting the machine – it may have started as an FXR, but the long 36-degree rake on it was the first indication that it was customized. Oh, boy, was it customized. It was long and sleek, with straight racing bars on it. The engine was a fat one – originally a 96-cubic-incher, it was bored out to an fat 106-inches. No stupid stroking, as that only shortens an engine's life. This bad betty was fat, mean, and roared like a temperamental lion. The S and S motor breathed through a huge hypercharger, and the Vance and Hines Short Shots let everyone know when she started.
    She gleamed like she was polished with slow light, the bare metal fenders and tank glazed with clearcoat. She was everything a chopper-fan would want, clean enough to please the purists.


    I slipped on my vest, a black leather cut festooned with pins and patches. My beanie helmet sat right where I left it on the saddle. I laced it on and fired up the bike. She roared awake and settled into a boneshaking rumble. Iwas already feeling better as I locked up the storage yard and took off – there's magic between a man and his bike.


    I left the shop in a roar of RPMs and thunder, quickly shuffling from the small industrial area on Nakoma and 281 to the main highway, shifting south and letting the big engine find its own best pace. The gears clicked away quickly, and the bike found its own best speed, a smooth, powerful 70, leaving the dreariness of that little office bedroom for the road.


    I swept along the flying ramp to connect with 410, the main loop around San Antonio. Rolling on the throttle as I came off the ramp, I felt the bike's connection to the road as we merged into the weekend night's flow of traffic. Tuner cars and sportbikes alike were nothing to me and my bike, the fat S and S eating the miles like they were cake. Without even thinking about it, I knew where I was going. Hills and Dales. The Center of the Universe, and like any biker bar, the scene of crazy fun and shenanigans that were wild and crazy.


    The music was throbbing and the scene was already going to town. The pool tables were full, the dart games were flying, and the small dance area was packed. I had found a spot to park between the various clubs that were making their presence known. The Bandidos were the dominant club, so they didn't have to do much, but all the local clubs were there. I knew most of the people there because I had worked on their bikes. The Damn Fools MC prez nodded – I'd redone his exhaust and carbs, leaving his big bad machine even louder and meaner. So were the Hard Heads MC, looking mean and hard. Two of them had come by for engine repairs, and were happy with my work.

    I enjoyed the fact that I had such good relations with so many clubs. I sat down as the waitress came by and plunked a couple of bottles down. “Compliments of those guys,” she pointed to the Damn Fools, “and those guys.” She pointed to the Hard Heads. “You also got two more in the hole from some other folks.”


    Now, isn't that a fun way to start the night? I pulled out my smokes, a pack of Djarum Black clove cigars. I smoke them because I hate the taste of regular tobacco, and these are nice and tasty and only 12 to a box, so I don't smoke as much. I'd quit the habit but picked it back up due to that bitch Claudia and her fucking complications in my life.


    So, after the first two bottles were gone, I wandered over to the Hard Heads, shaking hands and hugging the two I knew, Drillbit and Sunshine. They motioned me to sit down, and nodded to some of the girls who were hanging around. Two came over and sat in my lap. It was nice to find some young girls in my arms again – they were of age as Hills and Dales cards everyone, and they felt fine and firm under my hands as they touched me and let me touch them. No bras, short shorts, and high heels.

    Stormy was the first one – dusky and hotblooded, she immediately sat on my lap facing me and put my hands on her tits. “These are some of the nicest tits you're gonna feel.” And they were. Claudia's were high and tight, these tits were lush and large, and I squeezed them both, firm and strong. She moaned and arched her back, rubbing her crotch on mine.


    She got off and the other girl, Isabel, straddled my lap and began kissing me. The MC went wild, cheering and whooping as she made out with me, putting my hands around her and rubbing herself up and down my body. Of the two, I liked Isabel the best. Her little Motorhead shirt was torn just enough to give an eyeful, and her booted heels were sexy and knee-high, setting off her tiny shorts.


    Stormy smiled and went off with another club member leaving Isabel with me. Her tits weren't as lush as Stormy, but Isabel was short, slender, and hot as hell. Her skin was an even coffee-with-cream color through the tears in her shirt, and her hair was long and jet black, with a hint of Aztec haughtiness in her cheekbones. A hot little Mexican cutie, I was down for finding out how to get her home.


    After a few beers, Isabel sat on my lap, exploring my mouth with her tongue and her hands were up my shirt. I had mine on her ass, kneading that soft, luscious asscheeks. She came up for air, and whispered, “I'm ready to go to your place.”


    “why my place?” I asked. I hadn't had enough beer to be stupid – I knew that one look of my place would send this hot little honey right out of my bed and out the door.


    “Because its hot that you work on bikes. It's hot that you live in your shop.” She also leaned in. “You're hot. And Claudia's a bitch for fucking around on a man like you anyway.”

    That caught my attention. I looked at her closely. Between the hair and the well-tanned skin. I looked at her – really looked at her.


    “Isa?” Oh, fuck. She's Claudia's cousin. Claudia's aunt, her Tia Sonia, had married a well-off, dark-skinned Mexican man. I knew Isa when she would come visit for the summer. I hadn't seen her since she went to college at Texas A and M University two years ago.


    “What the fuck are you doing here? Why aren't you at school?”


    “I got involved with some of the local MCs in College Station, and I skipped school last semester. I was hanging around in Houston, but after you and Claudia split up, I hitched a ride here and asked around until I found the MCs you hung out with.” Isa leaned in, rubbed her tits on my face. “do my tits feel bad now that you know?”


    “Fuck, Isa... If Claudia finds out...”


    “Fuck Claudia. I remember her talking to Mama about the little accountant she was fucking behind your back – that it was strange that some greasy pendejo made her feel like a queen because he worshipped her just to get some pusssy.” Isa was angry, her voice offended.

    “I used to play with my clit at night and dream of treating you like a king.” Isa whispered. She had a faintly crestfallen look on her face. I didn't know what to say to that, so I said nothing. It rarely gets me in trouble.


    “I think I fell in love with you when you took me shopping, listened to me with my stupid boy issues and acted like I was a real person.” Isa said. Her eyes were welling up, under the makeup.


    “Isa,” I said. “Let's get out of here, and let's talk over a drink somewhere quiet, before we do anything else.”


    Isa brightened at the fact that I was not rejecting her.


    I waved to Drillbit and Sunshine, and got cheered a dozen times as I left with Isa. We mounted up and I started the big machine. She roared like a pent-up demon as we got going. Isa wrapped herself around me and I could feel her nipples pucker in the cooler air as we rolled on the highway.

    Isa was murmuring something in my ear, but I couldn't hear it as we rolled along 1604. I took the upramp to 10 and moved east. She began moaning and grinding on me as the vibes from the huge engine vibrated her pelvic region. I could hear Isa trying not to moan but I could feel her gripping harder and harder until she clenched, and gave the sexiest moan I'd ever heard. My cock was already hard from feeling her getting off behind me.


    I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled of 10 at the first exit to UTSA Boulevard. There road swept right, then left. I rolled down until I found a small road to the right, that doubled back to the access road but went through a dark area. With no curbs, I eased off into the grass and near a stand of trees. Unless someone shined a light right here, no one would see.


    Isa dismounted, and I did, too. I crushed her to me with a growl of impatience and need. She surrendered to my hands as I touched her all over, lifing her Motorhead shirt and suckling her hard nipples. My hand alternated between squeezing her ass and rubbing her pussy through her short shorts. I didn't stop, biting hard enough to send waves of sensations through her as Isa thrusts her hips against my hands.


    Finally, Isa quit rubbing my chest and slid her hands down between us, unbuttoning my fly and letting my cock out into the warm night air. She slid down and swallowed my down to the root in one shot. My eyes rolled and my knees buckled as she sucked on me, pleasuring me with her tongue as she kept her warm mouth on me.


    I didn't want to cum yet, though, so after a few minutes of enjoying Isa's talented mouth, I eased her up, took her short shorts down, and bent her over, her hands on the saddle of the bike and her shorts in a puddle around her ankles.


    She was wet, the scent of her arousal intoxicating like pot smoke as I aimed my hard meat, sliding in. It was the indescribably wet slickness like heat and silk and velvet all at once, and Isa gave me that sexy grunt/moan that all women do when you sink into them for the first time. Oh, god Isa felt like heaven. It was so sexy as I pulled back, until just the head and crown were buried in her. I eased forward, feeding that distended pussy one slow inch at at time until I had my cock near Isa's cervix and she was spasming, her legs shaking with pleasure.


    I couldn't wait anymore. I began fucking Isa with enthusiasm. Plunging deeply, I kept giving her the full length at each stroke til she began quivering again, her breathing hard and gasping as I slid myself in and out of her.


    “oh, god. Claudia said you were a god at fucking, but oh!” she quit talking as I fucked her harder, the lingering anger at Claudia driving me forward into her. She mewled out an orgasm as I kept fucking her. “Damn, that's good!” she whispered as she held on, another orgasm building as I fucked her. Isa's pussy was dripping, the fluids running down my cock and onto my balls. I could feel Isa's pussy tightening up as she built up to a major orgasm, and I was ready, my own nuts churning with cum as I held it all back to enjoy Isa's hot body.


    I felt her clench tightly, then begin pulsing as the release of her orgasm shook her and she screamed my name. The pulses and my relentless fucking took me over the edge, and I began fountaining my own pleasure out, the jerking release driving her tight, pulsing pussy to greater pleasure as it dragged my own pleasure out, exquisite pulse after exquisite pulse.


    My mind was a shining blankness for a moment, and I could hear nothing but the pulse in my ears and the rushing of blood in my body. I could feel Isa's pussy contracting around me as wave after wave of pleasure rushed out of my cock.


    I gasped as the waves died down, and realized I was still hard, still wedged deep inside Isa's body. Cum was leaking out from her body as I stayed in there, until she eased forward and I fell out with a pop.


    “Oh... my... god.” she muttered, putting a hand to her pussy. She cupped a small handful of sperm dripping and brought it to her lips, licking it clean. “Mmmm... I always wanted to taste you. I always knew you would taste so good.”


    “Damn, that was good.” I shakily pulled my jeans up as Isa shimmied back into her short shorts. She leaned in and gave me a warm, deep kiss. I could taste my cum and hers in her mouth as she kissed me.


    "What were you saying earlier, on the road?" I asked, to break the quiet.


    "Hmm?"


    "I was just curious as to what you said when we were riding."


    "Oh." Isa giggled. "I was gonna tell you that your bike was gonna make me cum."


    We shared a laugh at that.






    “So, now what?” she asked.


    “well, now we go back to my place and fuck some more. Tomorrow we'll figure out what to do.”


    “You got more after that?”

    “Its been a while, and if you talked to Claudia at all, you know I can fuck more than once a day with a great finish.”


    “Yeah, she told me about that.”


    She mounted up, waiting for me to get on the bike. I rocked it upright and we took off in a roar of thunder of exhaust and RPMs.


    The rest of the night was Isa and I, fucking on the bike in the storage area. Then we fucked in the small waiting area. On the customer's bikes. We spent the night nude with my cock and tongue in various parts of her body. I came at least three more times – she came so many times she passed out, a sweaty puddle of flesh drooling cum out of her orifices. I passed out next to her.


    The morning came way too fast. I awoke to the smell of coffee and takeout breakfast. Isa came in with a sack of breakfast tacos. The taco truck around the corner was fantastic. She was dressed in the t-shirt I had on last night, and her boots.

    “I walked over to the taco truck this morning.” She said as we divvied up the tacos and began eating. “He didn't seem surprised to see a woman in a t-shirt and boots come out of your shop.”


    “Don't think I have naked women all the time here.” I sipped some coffee as her wan expression brightened. “He's illegal, so he doesn't say anything about what he sees. Ever.”


    With breakfast finished, she stripped her clothes off and snuggled up against me. Her lush skin and smooth complexion looked so good against my tanned, slim body.


    “How do you avoid getting a pot-belly?”
    “I don't hardly eat since Claudia and I split up. So, no food means I stay skinny.”
    “You should eat more – its not healthy to be so thin.”


    Her hand on my skin as she talked woke my dick. It was already extending, hardening. Isa's eyes watched it as it grew erect. Without a second glance at me, she slid between my legs, swallowing my length again.


    Between the sex and the hotness of Isa's warm brown skin and curves, I was feeling the need to cum like distant thunder approaching. It built up under her soft lips and tongue, until I was panting and fisting the sheets.

    “God, Isa, I'm gonna cum.” I warned. It was not a secret, I could feel the little dribbles of pre-cum leaking out of me already.


    Isa bobbed faster, her hands working my balls and playing with my asshole.


    I couldn't take it anymore, and I arched, letting out a final blast of semen with a primal yell. She swallowed every drip, every splash, without blinking as she kept sucking me, until I was dry.


    Finally, she let me slip out from between her lips. “Was that good?”


    “Oh, yeah.” I said, panting still.


    With that, Isa snuggled up against me. “Good. I'll make you feel good all the time, anytime you need it or want it.”

    “Are you sure?”


    “You're my king, baby. Let me treat you like one.”

    She dozed off contentedly as I held her, thinking of the inevitable fireworks when Claudia found out.
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    Over two hundred views and no comments? Did this one just suck or what?
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    Personally, I thought it was very well done. Are going to continue with this tale ?
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    i like it, well done.....
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    Great...I'll be hard for an hour or until ....
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    Great story, I could picture her hot little body.
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    Quote Originally Posted by okieblueyes View Post
    Personally, I thought it was very well done. Are going to continue with this tale ?
    Okieblueeyes - I left it open ended in case I decided to. I see lots of possibilities involved. Definitely some fun and games for our nameless protagonist.

    Lionheart - wait til you see what comes next.

    Finallylostit - Claudia's and Isa's bodies are both very hot.
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    Outstanding!!! Loved the story. As a biker myself this got me going. Remember many of nights at local biker bars with fine, tight, young ol' ladies. Keep the story going brother.
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    Its been a while - I've had some other stuff germinating in my head, so now that that is cleared up, I'm coming back to this one.

    Heads up - next week, maybe?
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    A Biker’s Old Lady, part 2
    By Duskshade
    12/1/2011


    (author's note - don't shit your pants cause this is a shorter bit. I am setting this up as a weekly updated story - maybe every Friday depending on interest. If you like it, post up on it. If not, then that's ok, too.)



    The morning was bright and clear. I have taken to getting up early because I like the sounds of the world waking up, hearing my son sleep, and enjoy time with Isa. Isabel was her name, well actually it’s Isabel Maria Delores Margarita de Leon y Burkett. If you think that’s a mouthful, you’re not alone. She’s my soon-to-be-ex-wife’s cousin, and probably the most amazing girl on earth.


    Plus the fact that she is the best lay I’ve ever had.


    The sun was barely cresting over the horizon, and I was enjoying the morning. Bundled in a pair of jeans, a thermal shirt and another long-sleeve over it, I was toasty. I had to be. I had to be downtown, to go to court. It wasn’t even for my divorce hearing, which was slated for next week. No, I had to go to court for kicking the fat, greasy dude who had been fucking my nearly-ex-wife in my bed out of my house. I had come home to find him balls-deep in my wife. Of course, I threw him out. Yes, he was naked. I may have applied my big-ass biker boot to his fat, pimply ass a few times. No, I didn’t try to lodge it there, tempting as that would have been.

    So, little Bruce Carmichael had his ass and ego bruised by a working-class biker and did the only thing he could do – sue me. That’s ok, though. His wife left him, he was broker than a joke and was barely making ends meet in that greasy, rich way he was used to. So, he was taking it out on me. He wasn’t even getting Claudia anymore. As soon as his fish-belly ass got caught, that well dried up. Oh, well. He should count his lucky stars he even got laid, nasty little twerp that he is.


    My finances were so much better, now. My lawyer and Claudia’s lawyer figured out that since I was a business owner in town, I wasn’t likely to split with the accounts drained. Thus, I had access to tools and cash that I hadn’t previously. Enough to get a small house in a decent neighborhood that was in my son’s school district. He’d asked to stay with me, since he didn’t want to stay with his mom, who had taken to multiple martini lunches since we split up. That means my boy was home with Isa and I, and we made a point of making a good home for him.


    In fact, I was feeling pretty ok, considering that Bruce was trying to get me for damages to his ass, his reputation, and his marriage. Like I had asked him to fuck my wife and then sucker punched him for doing it. Having gotten caught with illicit pussy of various kinds (one guy shot at me for screwing his daughter, and one guy nearly killed me when I found out the bar girl I picked up one night was his wife being a drunk horny bitch… sigh. The shit I put up with sometimes, right?) I knew that if I heard someone in the house, it was time to go the other direction.


    Apparently common sense doesn’t work in court. His suit passed enough muster to have preliminary hearings. My lawyer wanted me to hand him an out of court settlement, just to avoid having to go into court. I told him to feel out an offer and come back if it wasn’t some ridiculous number, and he came back. $50,000.


    “$50k? I’m gonna pay this dude a year’s profits because he got caught fucking Claudia? I don't fucking think so. I want you to find out how to cut this bastard down at the knees, Steve. That's some bullshit!”


    So, now we’re off to court.


    That was the only bad news. Jared’s grades were up, he was well-fed and happy, and he loved Isa. They talked and played on Xbox, in fact she was part of his team on Black Ops when they played online. I laughed and joined in on occasion, but she could wipe the floor with me in Black Ops.


    I heard the sliding glass door open, and Isa came out, wrapped in a heavy robe. I slid my hand up her leg to her naked ass under the robe, and she smiled at me. It had been a crazy ten months together, and it was love. Isa’s mom, Claudia’s aunt, was tall, pale, and very German-looking despite her native Mexican accent who’d married a wealthy dark-skinned Mexican man. She was not really blood-related, or at least not in a creepy inbred sort of way. Tall, petite, yet dusky-skinned with lush curves and a hint of regal Aztec bone structure, she was back in college here at Incarnate Word. She’d disappeared from Texas A and M at the end of December, and found her way to me after news of Claudia and my breakup spread through the family.


    A wild child, Isa had a home and enough wildness for her life. A good student, she pulled down all A’s and did part-time counter help at the shop. Thanks to her, I was finally able to focus on working on bikes, which helped turnaround, which in turn helped money flow, as more and more people brought their bikes to me for service and custom works.


    She leaned in and kissed me, and I enjoyed her soft lips. She took my steaming coffee cup and drank deeply of it before handing it back.
    Es frio ahora.”
    Si, corazon.”
    She took a long breath in, and exhaled. The faint steam of her breath plumed out into the chill air.
    “I have midterms today.”
    “That’s fine.” I stretched out, and stood. The chill of the air was getting to me, and I wanted to get up and move. “The shop will be closed for today anyway – I emailed all the customers and let them know in case they had questions.”


    She opened the door and we walked into the small kitchen. It was big enough for the two of us to cook, and we enjoyed making our meals here. I realized as she poured herself a cup and gently took mine to refill it that she had been out there barefoot.


    Princesa, you shouldn’t walk around like that in the cold. You’ll get sick.”
    “It’s ok – at home I would walk around barefoot even when it snowed.”
    “If you have to.” I shrugged.


    I snuggled her into my arms, and we shared a deep kiss. She was intoxicating, and after 10 months I still couldn’t believe that she wanted this grizzled old man. She was barely a junior at the university, and she was in the flush of life. I was too old to go clubbing, too busy to spend time with her on dates and doing the college kid thing. I had my son and my job and I was content.


    The kiss deepened as she opened her body to me. She was a fiend for sex, constantly horny and I loved it. For once sexual tension was not a problem for me as she opened her robe and wrapped herself around me. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into my chest as she began rubbing my back and chest with her hands. Isa’s skin was soft under my work-roughened hands, and she slid back so I could caress her, feel her under me. She moaned as I slid my hand down and rubbed her clit gently, bringing her wetness and arousal up as I continued to nibble her neck and squeeze her breast with my other hand.


    She hopped up on the counter, and spread her legs. I dipped down to taste her, licking and suckling her swollen nub until her legs began to shiver and twitch. I sucked her love button into my mouth and sucked hard on it, flicking it with my tongue as she inhaled sharply. I knew where she liked it best, right on the underside of her clit – hard and fast.


    She came in a gasp, trying to keep quiet for Jared, on the other side of the house. It was only halfway quiet, as she moaned and bounced, thighs flexing and clenching rhythmically. Lifting my head, I smiled as she looked at me with half-closed, lusty eyes.


    Isa got down and got on her knees. It bugged me a bit, seeing her on her knees, but it turned her on to be on her knees looking at me as she sucked on me. Between my legs, she unzipped me and freed my cock. It stood out, hard and jumping with my heartbeat. Isa slid her hand up and down my length, then sucked me in to the root.


    She sucked me with passion, relishing the taste of my cock as she lavished oral love on it. I got over my innate good-guy side and let the biker in me out as Ifisted her hair, pulling tightly as she moaned around my pole. God, she churned on my dick like it was last time she’d ever have sex. It was so hot, to see her kneeling down and her tits swinging. It didn’t take long for my balls to start boiling and for me to empty my nutsack down her throat.


    She swallowed me without a complaint, licking the little bits off my head and sucking gently to empty the remainder out of me. Isa sat back, her mouth swollen with fellatio and her eyes shining in satisfaction as I trembled in the aftermath of my orgasm.


    I had barely recovered and zipped back up as the door to Jared’s room opened. He stumbled out, still adorable in his Spongebob pajamas as he staggered to the bathroom to go pee. Isa and I shared a lusty, secret look as she pulled her robe back and went from sex kitten to demure stepmom.


    We started breakfast, a warm breakfast of tortillas, chorizo and eggs, and potatoes. By the time he finished waking up and getting ready for school, breakfast was on the table. We talked about the day, about school and pickup for him. I would be back in the afternoon, and Isa had an early day, so she would pick him up unless I got home beforehand. Jared nodded as he ate, and it swelled my heart to see him being a champ despite the somewhat twisted paths his life had taken in the last ten months.


    Isa excused herself to get ready. She had discreetly sprayed a little air freshener to cover the scent of our quick oral interlude while Jared was cleaning up, and washed her hands and rinsed her mouth out. I’d washed my face and hands, too. So we ate in peace, a new family in a new world.


    Jared watched Isa get up, walk into, and shut the door to our room. We’d long since disposed of the pretense that she was a guest. Jared himself suggested that she leave the guest room and she could sleep in my room, while turning the third bedroom into a game room. It was an office now, but she did move into my room instead of sneaking in and out at night.


    “Dad?”
    “Yes, son?”
    “Is Isa gonna be my mom now?”
    I didn’t know what to say. Several times Jared had called in tears because Claudia had been too pickled to be an effective caregiver. He hated being scared enough to call me, but his mom has passed out on him once, and had fallen into the pool another time. Since then, he hadn’t wanted to go, and Claudia realized she was in no condition to properly supervise a rambunctious 8-year-old.


    “Your mom is always gonna be your mom, dude.” So it wasn’t the best, but it was something.
    “Are you going to marry Isa?”


    Wow, he was full of thorny questions today. I looked him in the eye.


    “I do love her, and she loves me and she loves you. That’s all we can ask for. If we can make it work, then we might get married.”
    Jared smiled, a huge beaming smile.
    “That would so awesome, Dad!”
    I smiled at that. He was a great kid.
    “Go brush your teeth and get ready.”



    He bounded from the table. He had eaten more than me and Isa combined, but he was growing so tall. He ran to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then went to the closet and got his jacket out. The motorcycle gear hung on hooks by the door, a small shelf with helmets and gloves. He held his hand out, wiggling his fingers.


    “What?” I knew what he wanted.
    “I need money.”
    “Why?”
    “Dad.” He said it in that tone, the one that said that he knew I was not serious.
    “Fine.” I handed him a twenty. His eyes got wide.
    “Thanks!”


    I had left my keys in the jeans I wore yesterday. I ducked back into my room to get them, and found Isa there, already dressed. She had on a pair of tight jeans, biker boots, and form-fitting Harley thermal on. Her hair was tied back. He leather jacket was outside, but she was standing there, her bookbag on the floor and her face in shock.


    “Are you ok, babe?”
    Isa wiped a tear from her eye.
    “I heard you two talking. He loves me.”
    “He does.”
    “I love him.”
    “So do I.”
    “I don’t ever want to leave.”
    ”Stay forever.”
    “I want to be yours. I love you.”
    “And I love you too.Always and forever, Isa.”
    Isa held me, then smiled and wiped her eyes. She kissed my cheek and took her bag out to the front.
    I smiled at nothing – even if everything turned to crap, it would be ok.
    Capoeira has run through me like a thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

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    Glad you have decided to continue , well done . Looking forward to next Friday
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    I was sure hopeing to see a part 2 after reaading the 1st.

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    There was another thread with weekly updates. i will be working on this a lot to keep the writing skills sharp. The next update is a little short of sex, but definitely one that moves the story along.
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    The mile-long ride to school was always a big adventure for my son Jared. He was 8, big enough to hold on to me, around the bulk of my backpack. When it was cold, he liked to tuck his hands, gloves and all, into the pockets of my jacket. I laughed and made sure that he got attention at his school, letting the big bike rumble and roar without being totally obnoxious about it.


    We waited our turn in the long line of cars dropping their kids off. Dressed for the wind and cool, he was toasty and comfortable in his layers of clothes as we idled up. When it was our turn, he dismounted and walked in, giving me a big hug. I touched my helmet, a full-face in deference to the longer ride I was about to do. The built in Bluetooth was voice activated, and I told it to dial Isa.


    “Yes?” her voice was tinny, her Bluetooth earpiece letting me know she was in the little Kia Soul her folks had reclaimed from A and M when she disappeared, and given gratefully back when she told them that was resuming her studies at the University of the Incarnate Word. If they had a clue that we were sleeping together, then they let it go.

    “We should talk about the future soon.”
    “Well, you got to go to court first. I’m out about twelve from midterms. If you get free, you want to meet for lunch?”
    “I’ll pick you up, if you want. I could use the company in the afternoon.”
    “That works. I’ll see you soon.”
    “I love you.”
    “I love you too.”


    With that, I disconnected and aimed the forks to the horizon and opened the throttle, running headfirst into fate.


    Downtown traffic sucks. I hated driving downtown, even for a late-night dinner-and-party with Isa, although she loved the nightlife here. Steve, my lawyer, called me en route. The judge had decided to meet us in a conference room instead of in chambers, meaning this was likely to be tossed out or to be severely reduced in penalty. I smiled at that as I babied the big bike through the slow, plodding traffic.


    The bike inched her way through gridlock and even got temperamental, as if it was tossing a fit for having to be down there, too. Finally, I found a parking spot that was tailor-made for bikes, a nice covered walkway that went around the back of a restaurant. While it sucked to have to be in court, I also knew I brought it on myself. I knew I had hurt Bruce’s pride and reputation was in the toilet since he got put out into the street naked and divorced by his wife, but I would be damned if I parted with a dime of my cash because he was stupid enough to get caught porking someone else’s wife.


    I parked discreetly near the back of the building, backing the bike up like I was an employee. Downtown parking always cost money, a real moneymaker for the touristy area like the River Walk. I got off and began taking off my gear. It was cool and humid, the kind of cold that works into your bones and makes them ache. Downtown, so close to the river, the humidity made everything damp and uncomfortable.


    I hooked my jacket over my shoulder, threaded my helmet straps into my backpack, and walked. The cool fall morning had brightened and warmed enough to make the walk pleasant enough as I strode to the courthouse a few blocks away. I’d left my wallet at home, carrying my ID and other materials in my pocket. I didn’t want to set off any alarms, as a wallet chain was prone to do in today’s time.


    I went through security without a problem, although several officers bitched that they couldn’t get a good scan of my bag, even after two passes. That warranted a deeper search since they couldn’t see into my bag. Apparently a powerbar wrapper, two CDs, and a forgotten taco foil was enough to fox a $10,000 machine. After they searched it, leaving my legal paperwork alone, they let me in. I ignored the line waiting for the elevator and hoofed it up the four flights of stairs to the conference room.


    My lawyer, Steve Rogers, was already there, waiting. Another biker, he rode with the Hard Heads by night and did his lawyer thing by day. He smiled at me, unapologetically biker in my regular gear. I think he missed being in his gear all day long and not worrying about much else. I smiled, gave him a shake and a hug.


    “Well, we fielded another proposal.” He started
    “What?”
    “They offered to drop the charges for twenty-five thousand,”
    “Yeah, well they can kiss my brown ass, Steve. I’m not paying it.”
    “You do know that he can sue you for assault.”
    “Can we countersue him for screwing my wife?”
    “You could, I guess, for alienation of affection, since he stole your wife’s attention.”
    “Well, tell them that if this hits the court, we’ll countesue for that, as well as losses associated with the divorce. Make him think we’ll ass-rape him from her to Saturday..”
    With that, the lawyer contemplated. “That might work. Let’s see what we can do.”


    The benches lined the walls, keeping the main hall clear of bodies. Three benches away, Bruce sat there, even more sallow. His shirt had armpit sweat stains and he looked greasier than usual from where I stood. His lawyer was little better than Bruce was. He was short, dumpy, in a bad suit. Unlike Steve, he didn’t really have an air of being good at what he did. I’m sure he made his bread and butter chasing ambulances and working over little old ladies.


    Steve walked over, and explained. Dumpy got indignant, whispering fiercely and gesticulating like he was about to land a plane with glowing flashlights. Steve touched him on the shoulder, and said something short, sharp, and to the point. With that, the shyster and the greaseball sagged their heads, and Dumpy trundled off to the clerk’s office.


    Steve came back, a tight little grin that said so much.
    “What did you say to him?”
    “I said you were going to counter-sue, and that not only were you going to have his client’s wife testify here that he was caught in flagrante delicto and that you were simply ejecting a recalcitrant, unwanted guest from your house. Further, you would then testify at their divorce hearing as well that you found him balls-deep in your wife, so that would make him liable for judgment in that proceeding. After that, you would sue him for damages to reputation for making your drag all this into the open.”
    My smile kept getting wider and wider as he continued.
    “Then, I reminded him that my bills are not cheap, and that he would then owe me a lot of money.” Steve grinned, a fierce grin. “That broke him.”


    I laughed at that, quietly. Bruce looked like he was about to cry, a shriveled, bloated little man with nothing in life that was good anymore. I was tempted to say something nice, but he had really brought it on himself. I had a flash to him in my old bedroom, pale ass jiggling as he screwed my wife in my bed. It erased whatever benevolence I had for him.


    The paperwork went quickly, and I left, a free man. The final agreement was that the charges were settled out of court, and that payment for fees were drawn and agreed to by the clients. In essence, the two parties had come to an agreement and that there was no need for the case to continue.

    The two greasy jerks escaped as Steve and I came out of our meeting with the judge, paperwork in hand.
    “Thanks, Steve. I appreciate you handling this.”
    “No problem. I think you’ll be fine, in this and in next week’s hearing.”
    “Yeah.” The divorce hearing. We’d haggled back and forth. She got the house and I got the business and we shared custody of Jared. Seems simple til two lawyers have to parse it up. The weeks of endless meetings arguing over this and that had been tiring and stupid. She had her car, the house, and I had my bikes and the shop. Her rich family would cover her – when we were married they’d given her a stipend to cover her lifestyle, allowing me to build enough wealth to start my shop and get it going.

    ”I’ll come by later this week for that old Indian.” Said Steve.
    “I’ll still charge you for working on it, dude.”
    “Yeah, but the bike alone is worth donating some time for you.”
    “This is true.”
    “So, I’ll see you next week at the divorce hearing.”
    “Ok.”

    With that, it was done. One major headache down, one to go. It was barely ten am, and I had plenty of time to do whatever I needed to do before I met Isa for lunch. Since I was downtown, I decided to go to Rivercenter Mall, the rich touristy mall that catered to high end eating and shopping.


    I took a moment and got latte with an extra shot in it. I sipped appreciatively as I wandered. I stopped by a few jewelry counters, looking at rings. I realized that I was slightly out of place when security started following me more obviously, especially as I was looking at expensive jewelry. I guess a long-haired Mexican biker attracts attention most anywhere. At this point, I didn’t care. Even if security was stupid, it wasn’t like I would be detained for looking at the sparkly pretties. At least, I hoped not. However, security just followed me without hassling me. I could live with that.

    I knew I was thinking prematurely on this, but I couldn’t help but think of life with Isa beside me. She was amazing, awesome and kind and caring and wonderful. The sex was fantastic, I enjoyed what she told me about in her classes, and Jared loved her. It was inconvenient timing that I was still married to Claudia, or I would sweep her up and take her to Vegas in a hot minute.


    While I thought about that little fantasy, Isa and I flying to Vegas to get married, I had a pang. I remembered feeling like this with Claudia, too. She was lithe and sexy and a sex kitten, too. Thinking of Bruce’s pimpled ass pumping into my Claudia made me feel ill. I stopped and purchased a water to cool my clenching stomach.


    I was still torn up over Claudia – I knew it. The shock and the overall way I went from married life to single life still left me in shock. The fact that we were fucking on and off for a while until Isa wandered into my life didn’t make it easier. It was easier to email, or text. We rarely talked on the phone but she would creep into my thoughts with ease.


    In the last ten months, she’d really fallen apart. The maid still cleaned and got the laundry done, but Claudia had really taken to drinking. One meeting, she showed up smelling of Chanel No. 5 and a hint of tequila. I happened to be parked near her, behind another restaurant. I watched her take a flask out and tip back a good swig of something that made her pucker for a moment. I knew that face – she had a taste for tequila but no stomach for it. She got drunk quick and liked to either fight or fuck.


    At our last meeting, a month ago, we went through the motions with the attorneys and left the expensive, glass-tower office structure. Her parents were funding her attorney, I guess. I was just happy that it wasn't my cash that was paying him. We'd ended up taking the same elevator down. She took a swig of her flask discreetly and .


    At 11:30 my phone buzzed. I was startled out of my reverie. The picture ID of Isa was her, nude and wrapped in shadows and light. She’d modeled a series of black-and-whites for a local photographer, and got to keep prints of images for her portfolio. She was gorgeous, and I smiled as I answered.
    “Hi, Isa.”
    “Hi! I just wanted to let you know that I just walked out of my midterm for the morning, and my next one isn’t for two hours.”
    “That’s good news. Are you hungry?” As I asked, I realized that I was very hungry. Between court, wandering the mall, and musing about things, the time had flown.
    “I could eat.”
    “Good. Go stash your stuff in your car and I’ll be by to pick you up shortly.”
    “where are you at?”
    “The mall. Decided to get a coffee and look at stuff while I was waiting for you.”
    “Did you get anything?”
    I looked at the rings, sparkling and bright, like the hopes and dreams of a couple in love. I sighed, a deeper sigh than I realized.
    “Not today.”
    Isa giggled. “then let’s get lunch and enjoy some time.”
    That was the best thing I ever heard. “I’ll be right there.”


    It took about ten minutes to get to Broadway to get out of downtown, and another five to zip up the six-lane road to Hildebrand and the university. A red-brick complex, a few nuns in full regalia walked around as I rumbled through. I pulled up near our usual pick up spot, next to the ATM and the Wellness Center. Isa came out of a nearby building, her leather jacket already on and her beanie helmet in hand. She buckled the helmet on as she walked forward to me.


    Once she was on, we roared off, up the hill and merging into traffic on 151 heading northward Isa cuddled against my back as we went up the few miles to Basse, turning right onto Basse, hooking past the curb barrier to get into the turning lane to turn into the Quarry.


    Isa tapped my shoulder, pointing at Whole Foods. We pulled into a nearby striped space, generally not marked for parking but used by motorcycles forever. A trip to the deli netted a hefty salad, soup, and a soda. The meal went quickly, the healthy, tasty meal gone in minutes.


    Isa leaned in a few minutes later.
    “You know, I got like another hour and a half.”
    “So, what do you want to do?”
    “There’s a park nearby. Maybe we can do something there.”
    I knew exactly what she meant and how she meant it. Olmos Park was across the street from Basse, and it was a clean and safe park. We had a secluded spot we found, near a small pool from the stream.


    It took a moment to re-don our gear and get across the way. We stopped, got off the bike, and began taking the trails. Our stroll got friskier as we stopped several times along the way as we began kissing, groping. My hands slid up her warm shirt and caressed her soft, lust breasts as she squeezed my crotch gently.


    We finally found it, a little game trail that led up almost a hundred yards through the brush and to the little clearing near the stream. It was choked with trees for as far as the eye could see in any direction.


    I wasted no more time, dragging Isa’s pants down while she leaned back against a tree, her shirt up and her breasts exposed to the cool air. Her nipples were hard as she turned around, pushing her ass up into the air. I knelt down, swiping my tongue along the lower part of her pussy and licking up to her asshole. She shivered and moaned in pleasure as my tongue delved past her cheeks, savoring her musk and arousal. She wiggled, pushing her butt back against my face as I licked and tongued her two openings, alternating between each one.


    She moaned, her bare pussy was wet with saliva and her fluids as she stood, trembling and moaning. I kept licking and teasing her as she held onto the tree with one hand and massaged her breasts with the other.


    I was so turned on from touching her and tasting her secret areas that I was ready to go. I slid my pants down and freed my hot meat. Rubbing the head around her opening, I coated in our fluids enough to start sliding in. I worked myself in stroke by stroke, each time sinking a little farther until she had be in her depths.


    She sighed with pleasure as I began to slide back and forth. I could tell she needed a hard, fast fucking. This morning’s interlude was just a way to take some tension off for her. She enjoyed sex almost daily, and so did I. With this, we would both be satiated for a day or two. I fucked her hard enough to make her let go of her tit, using both hands on the tree trunk as her hips slammed back into mine.


    She murmured dirty things in Spanish to me, and I did every single thing she said. I sank deep inside her as I used a liberally-wet finger to start penetrating her ass. She squealed as I pushed past her clenched sphincter and started matching my hip thrusts with my hand. Isa called out my name as she got closer to her climax, her channels tightening as I got close myself. It was almost there, the pleasure zinging along my nerves as I was buried in her intimate depths.


    She was meeting my thrusts with her as, pushing back against me as I pleasured her until she arched, her hands spasming against the tree trunk holding her up. She came with a deep, soul-rending blurt of sound, her hands clenching tightly as her ass locked up on my finger. Her canal began pulsing against my cock as I kept thrusting. My own nut was coming, too.


    Her frantic, untimed grips and thrusts finished me. As she finished her orgasm, I came deep inside her, filling her up as I emptied myself into her with a series of rough, spastic pushes. My finger curled and uncurled inside her anal passage as I came, and she moaned her stimulated pleasure as I came down from my peak.


    We nuzzled each other as we gently ground against each other, wringing every last bit of pleasure before I eased out of her holes and sat back. My butt was damp from sweat enough to have leaves and other stuff sticking to it as Isa turned around, leaning against the tree as she recovered. Her knees trembled a little and her breasts were heaving. I loved playing with her breasts, so I rolled forward, nuzzling them and nibbling on each one as she cooed. Afterplay was always fun with her, I thought as I gently began to motorboat her.

    With a laugh, she shoved me back and put her clothes back into place. I watched her look with exasperation as my semen dribbled back out of her slowly, leaving a wet, sticky trail down her leg as she wiped herself up with a hand. She pulled her pants up over her knees, but not up all the way so she could move over to the creek. Although the water was cold, she cleaned up with it, rinsing each handful of our fluids off.


    I simply stuffed my happy, deflated cock back into my hands. I rinsed my hands, not because I had an issue about the scent of pussy or sex, but because sticky fluids on my hands meant uncertain grip on my bike. With a kiss, we walked back out of our little hideaway, and ambled our way back to the bike.


    The ride back was quick, but the feel of Isa behind me was magic as we threaded our way back to the college and through the labrynthine narrow streets of the campus. I drove into the large parking garage and swept up to where she parked her car. She opened the back hatch door and got her bags out. She waved goodbye at me as she walked to the shuttle to take her down the hill and to class. I waited for the shuttle to go and then I left. I had just enough time to get back to Jared’s school and take him home. Chicken fajita salad would be perfect tonight, I thought as I got back on the highway to go home.
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    Hey yall - if no one's gonna comment, I can let this go. I really don't want to, but I'd like more comments.

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    I think it was an incredible story and very well written! As an old guy that belonged to a bike club back in the late 50s and early 60s much of what you have written brings back some wonderful memories! I had an old Harley 36 61 knuckle head and later a 48 pan head. I also attended some incredible parties out in the woods and on tin can beach and San Pedro near the pike and Long Beach Calif!

    You write with the knowledge of motorcycles and your story is quite appealing and very believable. Thanks for posting.

    I have posted several stories on this story writing site and have not gotten any comments either mostly I think that others read it but are just not up to commenting and it seems to be the same on other sites. I think they like them though. I have had much better response by posting them on the main story board. Just my view
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    The week flew by like it had wings. Isa’s grades were still high, and Jared had a talent show for his music class that we were going to watch. He’d been practicing in his room for hours at a time, after dinner and homework were done. He was singing “Would You Love A Monsterman?” from Lordi. I listened to him sing, and he could carry the tune pretty well, considering he was an octave higher than Mr. Lordi. I knew he was nervous as we had spent time crafting his monster mask. His boots, black Lordi shirt and some fake armor we made from cardboard and black spray paint was all he needed to be a little monsterman.


    Jared got a kick out of wearing it and stomping about the house and yard, pretending to be a monster. Isa and I watched him and jumped when he ‘scared’ us with his pretend-scary voice. We laughed as his first performance for us fell apart when he jumped and tried to land in the splits. Isa babied him and gave him Tylenol for the pain. After he drifted off with us laying in bed soothing him about his future performance, we smiled and retired to our own bed to savor some of our own private performances.


    Isa began by laying me down, nude, in bed. She’d taken some ties that I had buried in the back of a closet and secured them to the bedframe, tying me down in silk. With that, she stood over me and slipped a CD into the small player we kept in the room. She began dancing, a sensual movement that ended in parts of her clothing coming off.


    I watched as she danced, touching me along my arms and legs while she writhed to a slow, dark Santana song. She twisted and moved in harmony and with the flying solos, each one bringing more skin to light and more wood to me.

    Sliding along my skin, she laid the barest of kisses on my lips before sliding down, kissing my nipples gently and nibbling her way down my side. The teeth were sharp enough to make me gasp even as Isa’s lips tickled and her tongue caressed. There was so much sensation I could barely take it, straining against the silken bonds. She nipped that sensitive area just over where my hip and leg fold, and licked that crease down past my cock and balls.


    I was so desperate, trying to get her to pay attention to my dick. At this point, I was so hard that it was waving around on it’s own, trying to get her attention. She ignored it, smiling as I pleaded quietly to let me find my satisfaction.

    she peeled the last bit off, a lime-green thong, and draped it along my face. It was damp, and smelled of her arousal as she teased me. I caught the flimsy fabric with my teeth and tossed it aside with a flick of my head. I watched her shimmy above me as she stood on the bed, arms over her head like a belly dancer as she wiggled her hips.


    Caressing her hand down, Isa touched herself. I could see the dampness along her opening as she teased herself, using her finger to daintily touch her clit and stroke it. I was bowing off the bed at this point, thrusting at the air trying to find some stimulation for my cock.


    She melted downwards, pinning my shoulders down with her shins as she came down. Finally, her gate to heaven hovered just over my face. She arched as she continued to diddle her skittle, dialing pleasure with each motion of her finger. I could smell her, so sweet and begging for my tongue.


    Finally, she spoke to me.
    “Do you want to taste me?”
    I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak. She let herself float downward a couple of more inches, to my waiting mouth. I eagerly stuck my tongue out, finding her wet and swollen as my tongue touched her folds. She arched back as I slid my tongue across her wetness. I moved as best I could, and Isa positioned herself over me, finding her sweet spot as I licked and suckled.


    The grabbed my hair and pulled my head tight to her pussy. I sucked, nibbled, and tongued everything I could reach as she groaned her pleasure.


    Isa gripped my arms where they were tied to the bed as I pleasured her. She growled in need as she began humping my face, riding my tongue as I did my best to keep the stimulation up. Her nails sank into my skin as her orgasm built, each push and each tonguestroke taking her closer to that shining edge.


    I thought my cock was going to explode on it own. I was so turned on, this little scenario of power play. Isa took her nails out of my skin and gripped my hair again, pulling me close as she rubbed her crotch frantically against my face and chin. Finally she tensed, crying out her pleasure as she trembled and shook, her orgasm rocketing through her.


    She came down like a feather from the stratosphere, and she slid back, sliding between my legs. I was so swollen with need, my cock fully engorged and throbbing. She kissed all over me, drawing little gasps. Her show had aroused me to the point where everything was electric. Each kiss was a shock, each slide of her satin skin down my body was a tingle.


    When she took me in her mouth, I cried out in relief. Her wet mouth slid down my length like a balm to burnt skin. My body spasmed in pleasures as my hips jerked forward involuntarily. Isa took me in, each lick, each motion as she bobbed up and down on me was sheer paradise, a shimmering veil of pleasure and need all tied up into one package.


    She caressed my nuts as she licked and sucked on me, kneading them and gently drawing them down as they drew up. The strange sensation of them being tugged down kept the pleasure up without letting my orgasm draw near. Isa even took her fingers to my asshole, and stroked that as she kept me in her hot mouth.


    Finally, when she was done with me, she straddled my hips and sank down. She rode me like a horse, canting forward and back as she stroked her hips into mine. I was already to orgasm, a deep need to erupt screaming from my hips as I thrust into her and she thrust back. However, it eluded me – her trick with my nuts had disrupted my usual pattern.


    She shuddered through another orgasm as I strained, shoving into her as fast as I could as she bounced and moaned. She leaned forward, putting her nipples in my mouth as I bounced her up and down. My cock felt like steel as she slid up and down, wet and dripping. Her grunts as I slid home each time were fueling me to greater intensity, and her face was slack with mindless pleasure as she rode my thrashing body.


    Finally, that final clench and tingle told me I was ready to cum. I could barely say anything, my mind gone into that primal swirl of pleasure as I started fucking faster and faster. She rode me, her hands planted on either side of my head and her face near mine. I felt my hips thrust deep one last time as the orgasm spilled out of me. Her breath was fast and short, like she a marathon runner in her final sprints. I heard her crash over the edge too as my hips thrust blindly into her, crying her name as she bit into my shoulder to stifle her own scream.


    My orgasm lasted forever, each pulse of seed from me like a firehose as I filled her again. I could feel her body spasming as I shot stream after stream. She held me as we trembled, shook together. Our storm of pleasure went on for a timeless moment, then ebbed into the quiet thunder of our hearts as we completed our pleasure.


    She laid her sweaty head on me, her hands twitching as I lay there, unable to move. She managed to get a hand to one of my bonds, and tugged the knot loose. With that, I untied my other hand and held her close as our bodies cooled from the powerful fucking.


    She eased forward, untying my ankles. I scooted back, getting under the covers as she snuggled back with me. She curled up against me, her ass against my cock and her back to my chest. My hand curled around Isa’s breast, and she put hers over mine.


    “I love you,”
    “I love you too, Isa. Until the moon quits shining and the stars are no more.”
    “Good.”
    With that, we drifted into blackness.
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    Very nice loved the mild bondage and the face humping, hot hot, hot!
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    Sorry, guys. I was dealing with a painful sickness and death in the family. I should have more posted soon!
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    Sorry, guys. I was dealing with a painful sickness and death in the family. I should have more posted soon!
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    Wow. Muy bien Amigo. Great story. I am so glad you brought it back up again, I had not seen it. Love to read about the Latina beauties. I am happily married to one. Your story is now one of my favorites. Easy to read, good layout, and few if any mistakes. Well written. Please continue, it is one of the best. Hearts and Roses is right, you get more responses on the story site. Only signed in members can comment on the forum site. Thanks for this sexy and interesting story.
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    didnt get to comment on this yesterday but. . . . . .GOOD FUCKING STORY!
    love the detailed paragraphs about his chopper, and the way you described him when he was on it and working on it!

    you plan on writing anymore about Isa and Jared?? I hope to hell you continue writing!
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    just came across the story, sooo if i could have i would have commented b4 on the fine writeing; better then any this pendejo coud have done. and i do know the pain of splitting up; but i must say, tiss better to be a widower then a divorce. the ex loved to fish as much as i do and well, at sea, on a day with sca's, accidents can happen when ur 12mi out. and before that, i'd liquidated the assets and set up a bank account in Belize.
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