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First Published: 23 November 2016
Full Moon Party Run Isabella Story Code: M/F, MM/F Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Shared Wife, Public Sex, Group Sex Johnny bought his first motorcycle when he was just seventeen years old, he got a cheap Honda 125cc that had just one careful owner before him, ten not so careful owners between the first owner and him, by the time he was eighteen he'd passed his motorcycle test so he could ditch the 'L' plates and also ride bigger motorcycles. When we first met Johnny had progressed from motorcycles to cars, mainly because he'd become a sales executive and had to wear a suit as well as drive a 'Statement' car. The company he worked for was the kind of 'Fur Coat and no Knickers' type of organisation, all the sales executives got exactly the same car as each other, no differences, not even the colour. One year they all got Porch 911 SS cars in Ferrari Red and the next year they all got BMW X5's in Polar White. Johnny married me when he was thirty-four and I was just twenty-two, I have no idea why he married me really, he was heavily into the blond bimbo type, with I.Q's. smaller than their breast size. I was a red-head, I was as flat as a pancake and I had a degree in business administration where he'd never been out with a girl before who had so much as a Certificate of Secondary Education. His problem came, I think, because he had a telephone relationship with me for two years before he met me. The company I worked for had a big contract with Johnny's company, Johnny took over the account when things started going wrong with the deal, Johnny was put in to sort out the problems and I was his contact. At the end of the contract he finally plucked up the courage to ask me out on a date, he even drove over two hundred miles to take me out for dinner and a show. We were married just six months after that first date. We tried for a family for eight years without success but it was bloody good fun trying almost every day. We'd kind of given up expecting a pregnancy from our lovemaking but we'd lost none of the passion for trying, eventually I stopped stressing about not falling pregnant and just got on with my life. On Johnny's forty-forth birthday he'd made a multi-million pound deal totally by accident. We were out for a celebration dinner and Johnny bumped into one of his old school friends, Paul Gamble and his wife, Paul was a buyer for a multinational company and over a brandy and a cigar while I took Paul's wife for a tour of our house, Paul and Johnny hammered out a deal, a five year contract for Johnny's company to supply computer software as well as hardware to offices all over the world. Johnny would expect a big bonus for bringing in any new business but Johnny wasn't in the computer division of his company so bringing in a big deal in an area that he wasn't even responsible for would add fifty percent to his prospective bonus, taking his five percent to seven and a half percent. It took several days for the paperwork to be signed but as soon as it was in the bag Johnny and I had another big celebration meal out at one of the most expensive restaurants in town. I'd dressed up for the meal, stockings and suspender belt, no bra, I didn't actually own a bra as my thirty-two 'A;' cup breasts didn't need one, black tube dress, hair up in an almost beehive style and face painted by Rembrandt! We'd finished the main and we were waiting for our sweet to arrive, lots of small talk whilst holding hands over the table, "I'm going to get two hundred thousand pounds extra bonus from my deal with Paul this year, I'd love to spend some of it on a boob job for you!" I was a little shocked, I knew, of course I knew that Johnny loved huge tits, I often had to clear away his collection of girly magazines and every one of them was themed on the larger busted woman but it was the first time he'd suggested that he'd like me to get bigger boobs. "I'd be very uncomfortable with bigger breasts, what did you have in mind for me?" "Well, you're thirty-two 'A' at the moment, I'd love to see you with forty-two 'D' or forty-four 'DD' breasts!" "Be serious, tits that big would make me fall on my face whenever I tried to walk anywhere!" "That wouldn't be a problem, if you had titties that big I wouldn't let you out of bed long enough to walk anywhere!" "I'd rather you bought yourself something to spoil yourself rather than 'SPOIL' me!" The following Friday, just after lunch, the peace and quiet of our exclusive suburb 'cul-de-sac' was shattered by the sound of a powerful motorcycle pulling onto our drive. The man riding it looked a little unsavoury, he kicked the side stand out and stepped off of the bike, he allowed it to lean over to the left until the stand took up the slack and held the motorcycle. Then he backed his bum against the saddle and lit a cigarette and started smoking it right in front of my front door. I was about to call the police, fearing for my safety when Johnny pulled onto the drive right behind the motorcycle. Johnny brought the guy in for a drink while he changed out of his suit, he was a firm believer in POETS day (Piss Off Early Tomorrow's Saturday) whenever he could get away with it so I wasn't surprised to see Johnny home just after lunch on a Friday. Johnny had treated himself to a brand new one point seven litre Harley Davidson Ultra Low Rider Tourer, or rather Johnny's boss had treated Johnny to the motorcycle. The way these things usually worked was that Johnny's company bought the item, in this case a powerful motorcycle for just over twenty thousand pounds, officially it was going to be used in an advertising campaign, Johnny would be the motorcycle's guardian, the full price was taken from his 'Bonus Bank Account', naturally not called that for audit purposes. The company claimed back the VAT at over four thousand and the special car tax at five thousand so it actually only cost the company twelve thousand pounds and everyone was happy except the tax man. Johnny was happy because he didn't have to pay forty-five percent income tax or national insurance tax on the deal. Johnny had a new crash helmet, a one-piece leather suit and motorcycle boots in the boot of his car as well as there was a large box in the boot for me, inside the box there was a complete matching set of motorcycle gear in my size. "This is Brian, the manager of the bike shop in town, can you get him a drink while I get changed, I'm taking him back to the shop on the bike." Johnny left me to make Brian his drink while he went up to the bedroom to change. As it was a scorching hot day I'd dressed in a thin, very thin, white Egyptian cotton singlet dress and all I was wearing under the dress was a powder blue thong. I only dressed the way I did that day for comfort, I wasn't a show off and I wouldn't have dreamed of going to the front door dressed like that, if anyone came and knocked on my door when I was dressed like that I would put a dressing gown or housecoat on over it before I answered the door. I showed him into the living room and asked what he'd like to drink, he asked for beer, I turned and went through to the kitchen, the beer was in the bottom of the fridge, I bent down, thinking I was alone in the kitchen rather than squatting which would have been the more 'lady-like' thing to do and as I reached to the back of the fridge I spotted legs behind me, Brian had followed me through to the kitchen and was now staring at my backside and the thin cotton stretched tight over it showing off the shoestring back strap of my thong. "You going to the party tomorrow?" I almost jumped upright, I said, "What party?" as I handed him his can of beer. "It's the full moon party weekend, I could find out where it's going to be and take you there if you like!" Brian was moving in on me, I managed to duck out of his reach the first time and just as he was cornering me against the cooker Johnny walked in, he'd got his legs encased in the leather suit and his feet in the large boots but his upper body was naked and I could see that all he was wearing under his leathers were his, or rather my black silk shorts. Brian stopped hitting on me as soon as Johnny walked into the room. Johnny was struggling to get his arms into the sleeves of the leather suit so I ducked out from under Brian's arms and helped Johnny to get his upper body into the suit. Johnny kissed me passionately and his right hand stroked over my left breast, usually I would have closed my eyes when kissing Johnny but I had them open this time, I was looking at Brian, and as Johnny's right hand slipped down over my ribs towards my crotch Brian looked totally shocked. As Johnny rubbed his hand over my pussy, pushing my dress in between my legs I pushed him away. I slipped my hand inside his outfit, pushed the black silk of the shorts he was wearing out of the way of the zipper and got a handful of hard meat, very hard meat! Johnny was totally turned on, mind you; I'd never seen him wearing the black silk shorts and not get turned on. Johnny had adopted the shorts out of my wardrobe one day when we were playing dress-up in the bedroom, I was wearing cream silk shorts and a short silk camisole top, Johnny had loved the way that our silk covered bodies had slid over each other as we rolled around on the bed and we played for over an hour before he pulled his shorts down and inserted his cock into my cunt up inside the leg hole of my shorts. "Why don't you get changed into your leathers, I'll drop Brian off and when I come back I'll take you for a ride so you can get the feel of riding on the pillion!" Brian was still drinking his can of beer as Johnny slapped him on his back, between his shoulder blades and pushed him towards the living room, I followed a few feet behind them, as Johnny opened the front door and pushed Brian through it Brian started to apologise profusely, "God I'm sorry mate, I didn't realise that she was your wife, I thought she was your daughter, I'd never have hit on her if I'd known!" "How old did you think she was?" "I thought she was like...well, I thought, seventeen or eighteen years old at the most and...well...the kind of men who can afford a bike like this are usually mid to late fifties!" "Johnny was just pulling his helmet on as Brian said he thought that Johnny was over fifty-five years old, "Man I know I've had a hard life but I'm only forty-two." "Shit, sorry man!" Both men fastened their helmets and that stopped them talking to each other or rather, if they were still talking to each other I couldn't hear it through their helmets and the living room window. Johnny always had fast cars and he usually left our house at high speed but in a car he would only reach thirty miles an hour or so and then he had to hit the brakes hard to make the turn onto the estate feeder road out onto the bypass. The windows rattled as Johnny powered away from the drive, he'd hit around fifty miles an hour by the turn but he didn't break, he took the corner still under power, the frame of the motorcycle seemed to twitch but the rear wheel dug into the tarmac and threw the bike around the corner at break-neck speed. I couldn't believe just how turned on I'd been, the fact that Brian had mistaken me for almost half my age and was still willing to chat me up and what must have been going through his mind when he thought that Johnny was over fifty and I was under twenty sent a shiver of excitement through my body. I pulled my new leather romper suit out of the box and was about to step into it when I realised that the dress I was wearing would crease like hell because the suit wouldn't allow it to fall down over my legs the way it should, the dress would be bunched up over my hips under the tight leather. It did cross my mind that as Johnny was wearing his black silk shorts under his leathers so he was guaranteed to be turned on, perhaps I should wear my silk shorts and camisole top as I would usually do if we were going to have sex. I went up to my bedroom and took my dress off, I'd thought of leaving my thong on but the strip of dental floss that went between my legs was dripping with my honey so I took them off, I stood looking at myself in the long mirror, I swung my hips from side to side as I watched my little static dance... 'Don't put knickers on under your shorts, that leather boiler suit looks like it'll be really hot, perhaps you should take your fur coat off as well, Johnny will love that and it'll be a surprise for him as well!' That little prompt from my inner voice sent yet another shudder through my body and yet another spurt of lubricant to drop from the crotch of my thong. 'You should wash between your legs, if that leather suit is as hot as it looks you'll be stinking within thirty minutes of being in there!' I was in the en-suite bathroom, pulled my knickers off and then looked at my bush, I had the body of a fourteen year old girl hidden behind Sherwood Forest and the roots of the forest were starting to spread out across my inner thighs as well as heading towards my hips. I could definitely do with a waxing to get my bush back into shape. 'You don't have the time to go for a waxing, Johnny will be home any moment and he'll expect you to be inside the chrysalis and ready to jump on his motorcycle, his beard trimmer is in the drawer, you could clean it up a little if you don't want to go the whole way. He'll be surprised when the beautiful butterfly emerges from the cocoon when you get home to play!' I idly pulled Johnny's drawer open, his beard trimmer was in there, I had to remove the guard that stopped the beard being trimmed too closely, fortunately the battery was still charged even though it had been a few years since Johnny last had a beard. I spent five minutes knocking down trees until I was happy with the triangle that I had left, I stood up and brushed the brash away from my abdomen and regarded my work. Well, not exactly the beautiful butterfly, more the stubble left after a forest fire, 'Shaving foam and disposable razors in the wall cabinet but be quick, Johnny's coming!' I quickly removed the stubble and then massaged in some moisturiser, now my excitement was literally running out of my body like a river as I brushed the tips of my fingers over the smooth garden now left behind where once was tree stumps. I pulled at the triangle of hair that I'd left, some hairs were three inches long, others two, it actually still looked a mess, just a smaller mess. I clipped the guard back onto the beard trimmer and rubbed it all over what hair was left. 'Perhaps a number two foot was a little too severe but it was done now.' My hairy minge now looked like a triangular patch of suede glued above my gash. Cream silk shorts and cream 'short' silk camisole top, three inches of midriff showing under the camisole. I put my new leather suit on just as I heard 'Rolling Thunder' turn onto the estate. I had my heavy boots on and after just five minutes I was starting to overheat inside all of that leather. I met Johnny out on the drive with my helmet in my hand. I'd popped a front door key into a little pocket in the sleeve of the leathers. I was about to put the helmet on but Johnny stopped me, he beckoned for me to take the helmet to him and he showed me a switch inside as he turned it on. I pushed my hair behind my ears and pulled the helmet on. I felt like an astronaut as I pulled the visor down and my head was totally enclosed, "How does that feel?" Crackled in my ears. I went to lift my visor to answer him, "It's okay, you can talk, there's a microphone in the helmet." Johnny told me to step on the back peg and swing my leg over the back of the motorbike. "That's easier to say than do in this thick leather coffin!" "Is it that uncomfortable?" "No, not really, just very stiff because it's so new, stiff and really hot in here." "You'll be glad of that when I get up to speed..." Johnny chuckled in my ear. We left the drive slowly and he went to the first corner at about half the speed that Johnny took Brian earlier and I was grateful for that. Johnny took the bike up to forty MPH along the estate feeder road and at the junction with the bypass he took a left onto the filter lane without slowing down. He looked over his shoulder and twisted his right wrist, the front of the bike lifted slightly on the shocks but without the wheel leaving the road, we hit seventy MPH before we joined the main road, the sound of the engine was deafening as the bike went off like a rocket. I was just a few seconds behind the bike as the vibrations from the powerful engine, the roughness of the road surface and my legs being forced wide open against the new leather's rough seams, all of that and the fact that I already had an association with my silk shorts and sex in my mind from my history with Johnny rocked my body with powerful orgasm after orgasm. "You okay darling?" I tried to regulate my breathing, calmed myself down enough to speak without giving the game away but as I said, "I'm fine, a little scared about the speed though!" "Yeh! Right." He chuckled and he came up behind a BMW in the outside lane doing eighty, ten MPH over the speed limit for that road, Johnny didn't slow down behind the car as he would have had to do in his own car but he twisted his right hand again and side-slipped past the car in the dirt-filled median between the lane and the central reservation. On the back of the bike it felt like Johnny was riding over corrugated iron. I slipped against his back as the shivers of my petite orgasm took my breath and Johnny chuckled again. "I'm going through the country lanes to join up with the A47 so I'll be going a little slower, if I stop anywhere, at traffic lights or a junction, don't put your feet down on the road or you'll find yourself standing in the middle of the road with me disappearing away from you!" We zigzagged around narrow country lanes and through small villages and came out onto the A47 close to a petrol station and transport cafe. Johnny spotted a line of ten bikes, most were old English marques like Norton, Vincent and Triumph, "I need petrol, how would you like a coffee?" Fortunately the slower roads and the villages for the last few miles had reduced the vibrations that had been plaguing me on the bypass earlier and I'd got my breath back, "Milky and with a slice of cake preferably." Johnny laughed again as he crawled slowly past the front of the transport cafe, the sound of Johnny's massive engine brought a high degree of attention from the greasy bikers inside. Johnny put three gallons in the tank, it only held four gallons in total so in the fifty miles we'd travelled so far he'd used three gallons, that made it less than seventeen miles to the gallon, could become an expensive toy if it wasn't for the fact that officially the bike belonged to the company and so it was on the company fuel account. I walked over to the cafe's door while Johnny rode the bike over to the line of ten other bikes all leaning to the left on their kickstands. Johnny placed his bike in line with the others and it leaned at the same angle to match the others. For the first time since I'd known him, Johnny walked past a line of old bikes without stopping to admire them lovingly, his bike was about the same value as all ten of the other bikes put together, probably far more in fact. We both removed our helmets and flicked the wireless intercoms off to save batteries, I shook my hair out to try and stop it sticking to my head so much. Helmet hair didn't look at all good. We ordered our coffees, I ordered a large slice of Black forest gateaux and Johnny ordered a flapjack. I was given a flag with a number on it to take to a table and told that the waitress would bring our order over to us when they had finished making the coffee. We turned away from the counter and looked to see which table we would sit at and as we scanned the room an elderly man with wild hair on his head as well as his face and wearing a sleeveless Denim jacket with no shirt under it pulled two seats from the table behind his group, ten men and ten women sitting around three tables that had been pulled together in the middle of the room, nothing was said but Johnny guided me over to the two seats that had been added to the twenty already crowded around the massive table. We both sat down and I looked around the table, the women all looked under thirty, making me the oldest woman at the table and Johnny looked like he was the youngest man. The man who invited us to sit down looked to be late fifties, heavy set, muscular, tattooed and massive hands with fingers like Cumberland sausages. Three of the girls had leathers similar to mine but their suits were older and had more give, they had all unzipped the fronts of their outfits and slipped their shoulders and arms out allowing the top of their suits to hang over the back of their chairs looking like three shadows cast from the girls. I was already starting to feel hot so I copied the other three women but my suit didn't flop over the back of my seat, it stood to attention behind me. Johnny did the same, I was surprised to see that he was now wearing a Harley Davidson T-shirt under his leathers where he had been bare chested when he left the house. The only woman that appeared to be wearing a bra was sitting on the other side of the oldest man, draped over his shoulder, she really needed a bra though, she was at least a thirty-eight 'D' cup, wearing a white vest top with a low neck line and extra wide arm holes. As a way of emphasising her massive breasts she was wearing a bright red and very lacy bra under her singlet top and Johnny couldn't take his eyes off of her breasts. "I'm Oak, some say it's because my head is filled with wood. Some say it's another part that's always wood..." The woman draped over him giggled at his wood comment, "...but I'm really called Oak because my name is Kevin Oakley!" "I'm Johnny Clark and this is my wife Vicky." Everyone around the table looked shocked that Johnny had told them that we were married or was it shock that Johnny had brought his wife out on a run. Obviously in this motorcycle club if the man was married he didn't bring his wife out on a social run like this. Before our coffees and cake arrived Oak had dragged Johnny out to look at his bike, the woman that had been hanging over Oak's shoulder slipped into Johnny's seat, "Hi, I'm Trish, are you going to the full moon as well?" "No, we were just out so I could get used to being on the back seat of Johnny's bike.`` "Pillion!" "Pardon!" "The back seat is a pillion seat but we usually just say a ride because the one kind of ride usually leads to the other." I laughed, "How long have you and Oak been together?" "I was at the clubhouse this morning and Oak didn't have a seat cover so I hoped on, a weekend of drinking, dancing and sex is better than just hanging out at the clubhouse." "Why were you hanging out at the clubhouse so early?" "I'm living there at the moment, my old man got banged up last week, just a few months stretch this time but the landlord saw his chance and had me evicted so I moved into the club until I get myself straight." "So, you're not really with Oak then?" "No, actually I'm not really his type. He likes much younger girls, more like your age!" I had to swallow back a choke or a snort at her thinking that she was older than I was, the guys had all sidled outside to look at Johnny's bike, Oak was sitting on the seat, feeling the weight of Johnny's bike as he lifted it off of its side stand. Oak pressed the starter button and opened the throttle, the windows of the cafe rattled and all the women at the table looked around as Oak spun the rear wheel of the bike spraying stones over the rest of the members of the club. Oak left the car park heading east, he passed the sign that said the roundabout was a mile away and forty seconds later he was passing in front of the cafe again on the opposite side of the road heading west after the two mile round trip. He was still accelerating, getting faster and faster all the way to a junction, three miles west of the cafe, where he could turn around and head back to the cafe at a slightly slower pace. Trish said, "Well, look at that, two pm and Oak's riding Johnny's bike in front of the whole club and before midnight he'll be riding Johnny's wife in front of even more members of the club!" A shiver ran through my body at the thought of Trish's comment, Oak wasn't handsome, he wasn't desirable, he was overweight, he was old, he had no personal grooming at all but he was a monster of a man and I got an instant image of him on top of me pounding my tiny body into the bed under him. I tried to shake the image of Oak out of my head and with a voice thick with emotion I said, "I think I'm going out for dinner with my husband in Northampton tonight so..." "Oak's talking to Johnny right now about joining the club. If Johnny wants to join he'll either take you home first and then join us in Norwich later on today or he'll bring you to Norwich as well and the process of a woman joining our club is very different to a man joining." I really, really, wanted to know what the initiation ceremony for a new female member was but instead I said, "What does a man have to do to join the club?" "Well, your husband's half way there, the first part is a test of trust, handing over his keys to Oak and letting him ride off on his bike is showing total trust, the second part is that he has to commit a crime..." Trish stopped when she saw the look on my face, "...nothing serious, like Oak has just broken the law by riding at twice the speed limit. On a run like this Johnny will be expected to break a lot of laws, like running red traffic lights, closing roundabouts off, speeding...that kind of thing. Actually, joining the club when the boys are on a run is a good time because the laws are all little ones that they need to break to prove themselves." I plucked up the courage to ask what I would have to do if Johnny wanted to be a member and he wanted me to be a member too. "A woman has to pull a train. It's as simple as that!" I held my hands apart to demonstrate size, great size, "What, a real train?" Trish grinned at my question, "No, the train is all of the other members of the club and to pull a train means to have sex with every member of the club that wants to fuck you in front of the rest of the members." I looked over my shoulder, Oak, his nine man group and Johnny were all walking back into the cafe, "All ten." I whispered under my breath. "There's ten now but at the full moon party tonight there could be twenty or thirty men and don't forget the women too, a tender piece of arse like you could attract a few women as well!" I felt suddenly warm and wet in the pit of my stomach. I'd never considered committing adultery before but the thought of Johnny handing my body over to a bunch of strangers to use as a payment for joining their club was revving my engine so much that I was developing an ache deep in my fanny just thinking about it. Trish was looking at the front of my camisole top, a grin splitting her face as she shook her head, "I guess we'll be seeing you at the full moon party after all then..." I looked at her, a question on my face, "...you can say no all you like but your body tells it like it is!" I looked down; the front of my camisole was giving the game away, like a blind man who develops enhanced senses to compensate, women with tiny breasts often grew massive nipples in comparison to their breast mass and I was no exception, my nipples were huge when I was excited or cold and it was either freezing right now or I was extremely turned on. Johnny and our coffee came together and Trish slid back to her own seat to wait for Oak to return to his seat. "Hey baby, the guys have invited us to go along with them to their party tonight." "Both of us or just you?" Johnny looked around, he leaned in and kissed my cheek, then he whispered in my ear, "I think they'd settle for you and my bike going along, they're willing to put up with me!" Yet another shiver ran through my body, I'd come so close today, close to an orgasm that was almost better than real sex, an orgasm during sex never lasted for an hour unchecked like it had done while Johnny was speeding along the bypass and then there was the twenty minutes in the transport cafe with ten men looking at me with hunger in their eyes and the conversation with Trish. "So you want me to join the club along with you?" "That would be really nice if you wanted to!" "Do you know what I'd be expected to do to join the club?" "Well, Oak said something about this weekend being a recruitment drive to try and grow the club and that he'd expect you to help out with recruiting new members, you and his girlfriend Trish." "Trish isn't his girlfriend. She's the club's newest female member, she only pulled her train last week when she found herself homeless and needed a roof over her head. Oak only brought her because he didn't have anyone else to bring for the weekend." "You know about pulling a train!" "Yes, and apparently I'll be expected to pull a train if you want me to be a member of the club with you." Johnny sat looking at me for a long minute as he blew over the top of his coffee cup and I cut off a slice of my gateaux and ate it, for some reason we seemed to be totally alone in the cafe. Johnny took a sip from his cup before he said, "And what about you, how would you feel about pulling a train?" There was that shiver again and the inside of my leather suit got just a little wetter around the crotch. I took another fork full of my cake and looked into his eyes, "It isn't in my list of top ten things to do on a July weekend but as long as I've known you you've become excited whenever we've seen a gang of bikers pass us so this is a very big deal for you to have been invited to join a motorcycle club that if you want to join without me I'd be fine with that..." Johnny's face was a picture of disappointment and resignation, "...but if you want me to join as well and you're okay with it I'll do whatever's expected!" Johnny suddenly jumped and looked down at his lap, I thought he'd dropped his coffee down his stomach, his face split into a grin. He took my right hand and pushed it down inside his leather romper suit. I felt the top of the black silk shorts he was wearing under his leathers and he pushed my hand further down inside his shorts. He had actually climaxed inside his shorts just from my saying that I'd do whatever was asked of me, even if that meant having sex with every member of the club in public. I laughed when I felt the sticky mess inside his trousers. How did that happen?" "Well, I thought that you were going to say that you weren't interested in joining the club and I lost my excitement and then when you said that if I wanted you to join with me you'd be willing to do anything that I asked you to do..I got so excited so fast and it's so tight down there inside my silk shorts that I kind of...spilled over!" We suddenly realised that we weren't alone at the table, Oak and the rest of the members of the Ratae Warriors Motorcycle Club were either in the toilets or milling around out by their bikes but the waitress clearing the pots from the rest of our table was tutting at the fact that I was sitting there at the table with my hand down the front of Johnny's trousers, she walked away shaking her head and muttering, "Why should we have to put up with these people!" under her breath as she walked away with a tray, laden with dirty crockery. "You want to finish your coffee?" Johnny asked with a grin on his face. I shook my head, "No but I am going to finish my damned cake!" I shovelled the rest of my cake into my mouth as quickly as I could and then took a final swallow of my coffee before pushing the half full mug away from me. We left the cafe and joined the group outside getting ready to leave. Johnny had a word with Oak to tell him that I was going to join the club as well as him and then he came back to me, "Oak wants you to ride with him while I take Trish." "Why?" Johnny shrugged his shoulders, "No idea, usually these things are just tests of someone's willingness to obey an order without question." "Oh, guess I failed there then!" Johnny laughed and gestured with his head for me to go and join Oak. I stood at the side of Oak's Vincent Black Shadow as he got himself ready to kick the bike over, no electric starter on a bike built in the 50's and you had to advance or retard the spark manually with a little lever on the handlebars. Oak pushed out the kick-start arm and took up position ready to kick the engine over but he was stopped by the sound of motorcycles coming down the A47 towards us. Oak looked over his shoulder just as a great swarm of motorcycles thundered down the hill. Two of the leading bikes peeled off and came into the car park at high speed, Oak raised his hand in salute and the two bikes stopped at his side, their patch proclaimed that they were 'Lincolnshire Poacher MC' riders. I being new to all this gang culture expected trouble from competing gangs clashing in such a small space. Because I was standing at Oak's side I actually got to hear the exchange. "Hi, we're thirty bikes from the Lincolnshire Poachers MC and four independent riders from the northeast, we're heading to the East of England Full Moon in Norwich." "We're heading that way too." "Well, you can join us under our marshal if you like or give us twenty minutes to get clear and follow on after we've gone through." Oak looked around at his, now, ten companion riders, he weighed up the effect of eleven bikes running through to Norwich against the effect of forty-five bikes running through, he smiled, "We'll tag along with you guys." "Okay, catch up as soon as you can, we'll run a standard rolling blockade so you'll get a turn at the front soon enough around here with all the roundabouts and traffic lights." The two new guys roared off and joined the back of the line of bikes rolling down towards the roundabout a mile away. Oak kicked his Vincent over and I stepped over the backrest and slid into the tiny space left behind Oak. We reached the back of the queue of bikes rolling around the roundabout, two bikes were blocking off every entrance onto the roundabout, we rode past and the bikes blocking the road to the left, the bikes blocking the road heading towards us rolled away from their station first, as they passed the two bikes blocking the road on the right, they followed on and finally the two bikes that were blocking the road to our left joined the back of the line. Now Ratae Warriors had six bikes behind us, at the first set of traffic lights four bikes were blocking the traffic lights and they joined on the back of the line as we finished running the red traffic lights. We were soon the lead bike with the Ratae Warriors the first eleven bikes in the line. The Lincolnshire Poacher's marshal came up alongside Oak, it was difficult to give verbal commands so the guy pointed at his filler cap and then towards the next petrol station away in the distance, Oak nodded his head and the marshal dropped back to his place in the line. We led the line of motorcycles through the forecourt of the petrol station. All of our bikes ran past the pumps and Oak waited by the exit from the patrol station until the bikes that needed fuel had taken it on-board. When we left we were still all in our relative positions in the line. If riding on Johnny's bike alone on the road had been a turn on, being part of a forty-five bike convoy, breaking the law at every major junction was a turn on of a different order of magnitude and the first time that Oak used his bike to block off a junction so that every bike in the run could get through together was the pinnacle and I actually orgasmed as a trucker locked his breaks to stop in time to avoid hitting Oak's bike. I'm not sure what I was expecting in Norwich, I'd never been there before but the party was just a half a mile from the city centre, basically just two large fields with a concrete covered yard between the two fields where we were parking the motorbikes. We'd arrived early so the stage hadn't been finished off in the party field and people were just starting to erect tents in the second field that had been designated 'Tent' field. The one thing that did seem to be well oiled were the concession stands, you could buy just about anything from tables that sprang up all around the outside of the field. Johnny bought jeans and trainers for himself from the concession stands and trainers for me as well. It was hot enough for me not to need jeans and Johnny only bought his because he would be ribbed by the hundred bikers that were already milling around the party field. We dumped out leathers, helmets and boots over the seat of the Harley Davidson, trusting the marshals to keep our stuff safe while we were away from the bike. A large panel van arrived with a mural painted on both sides. The mural mimicked the patches that the members of the Ratae Warriors MC wore on the back of their denim jackets. Three club members were in the van and as it pulled into the tent field all of the men wandered over to it including Johnny, I was about to go as well but Trish stopped me, "We'll get our jobs to do later, don't go volunteering to stuff you're not asked to do." Music started playing on the stage. A live group were going through the motions of playing hard rock music, just the opening band, there were only around one hundred people in the party field, not counting the people manning the concession stands so the band was just there to get the party noticed. It wasn't a professional setup at all, the speakers would be more at home in a medium sized concert hall, they didn't have the 'Oomph' to cover the dead air of the party field. We all shifted in closer to the stage to get the best effect of the music playing. "The police will turn up soon, now that the music's started the cat is out of the bag, the secret party isn't a secret anymore..." Trish looked bemused as she took a hold of me and started dancing with me as if she was a man, "...mind you, they would have got a hint that something was up from the number of bikes heading for Norwich. Our Media officer will have dropped a hint around a few of the news outlets pointing to a rally in Great Yarmouth, so with any luck there will be too many of us here by the time they realise and pull all their coppers over here to our party." "Will they try to break up the party?" Trish smiled and put her mouth so close to my ear that a shiver ran through my body as her hot breath tickled my neck, "They've broken up parties before if they get wind of it happening before the main groups turn up, that's where all our good sound equipment went. We're at about the breakeven point at the moment, enough guys for the police to handle if they get enough bodies here." At that point another fifty or so bikes rumbled past the party field, Trish grinned a wide grin, "Too late little piggy, too many big scary bikers to move on now." I watched as the guys beavered away erecting a tent, just one tent for us all to sleep in but it was a little like a smaller version of a big top hat a circus might use. Three very long poles in the centre and twelve smaller ones to hold the roof up, the side walls were like long canvas curtains that hung in two sections all around the outside of the tent. The rear joint was laced closed and the front joint left to flap open. Two guys brought a massive cooler over to the party field that was full of beer so we all dipped in and had a drink. By nine thirty in the evening the party field had around six hundred people in it, all drinking and dancing together. Johnny came over and told me and Trish that Oak wanted us over at the club tent. I asked why, "Something about the recruitment drive was starting at ten o'clock and Oak wants you and Trish to lead the drive." Trish linked her arm in mine and we walked back to the tent area, we spotted two women getting ready in front of the Sherwood Foresters MC tent, they were both in skimpy bikinis and were unfurling their club banner. Oak was waiting inside the tent so he hadn't seen the Sherwood Foresters' girls getting ready, he had skimpy bikinis in mind as well, "Three clubs have asked for permission from the party marshal to have a recruitment drive during the last hour of music, we're one of them, so I'd like you girls to change into something skimpy and take the banner around the crowd." "Sherwood Foresters have two school girls in minima's, that'll take some beating, they're bound to get all the attention out there tonight!" "Any suggestions Trish?" "We'll just have to go one better, we're not eighteen year olds so we'll never win on an even playing field, we'll have to tilt the balance a little...I suggest that we go full nude! It's the only way we can beat Sherwood." My head snapped in Trish's direction, I'd already settled my nerve at the prospect of shagging between ten and twenty men while even more looked on but now, she wanted us to parade in the nude in an open field with hundreds of men looking on...I almost climaxed at just the thought of it, it surprised and frightened me at the same time the way I'd suddenly developed a taste for the prospect of exhibitionism, I'd never felt that need in my past, well, only in front of Johnny before I really loved Johnny watching me as I performed for him, either a little striptease or a masturbation show on the dining table but apart from that I was totally conservative. I remembered Johnny mentioning that Oak expected blind obedience from pledges like me, probably after I was a full on member as well, Trish was already naked, I just shrugged my shoulders in my head and took off the two items of clothing I was wearing. By the time Trish and I got outside the Sherwood Foresters' girls in their bikinis were at the gate waiting for ten o'clock, the change of bands and the announcement that the final hour of the music would be a recruitment drive for the three clubs, the third group were the Lincolnshire Poachers, even their girls beat us to the gate but they were wearing hot-pants and crop tops, they were older than the Sherwood's but younger than Trish and me. A spot light fell on the gate and the two girls in their bikinis walked through with their club banner over their heads, they walked or danced around the field letting as many men see them before they reached the left hand side of the stage and struck a sensual pose. The Poachers' girls went next, as soon as the spotlight fell on them they strutted around the field under the glare of the spotlight until they took up position to the right of the stage. The first four girls were all greeted by chants and wolf-whistles from their supporters and the independents at the party and then the spotlight returned to the gate, as Trish and I went through the gate the field fell silent for a few seconds and then the whole crowd went wild. Trish and I ended up at the stage standing dead centre as the band played heavy metal music. Oak turned up at our side and kissed both of us. After five minutes we all started moving but this time there was no spotlight on any of us. We all moved away from the stage to areas of the party field that were a little quieter away from the blare of the speakers. Oak chatted to ten men, all independents and two local girls that had been attracted to the party because of the noise, it was the most exciting thing that had happened in the area since the girls were born, they were far too young in my opinion but I kept my mouth shut. Johnny turned up at my side and whispered, "When did you make the change to your hairstyle?" "This morning while you were dropping Brian off at the bike shop." Trish and I were out in the party field totally naked for an hour as hundreds of men walked past taking photographs of us on their mobile phones or tablet PCs. Ratae Warriors MC were definitely getting the lion's share of interest where it counted most, the bikers that were, as yet unaligned to any one group or club. At ten fifty-nine precisely the speakers were all turned off and the group left the stage, yet another anomaly of British law, the police couldn't stop the party just because it was a party, if anyone was caught dealing drugs or selling alcohol or tobacco without the proper licence they could but they could close the party for a noise violation at one minute past eleven o'clock if they received a single complaint about the noise from a local resident. The organiser couldn't risk confiscation of their equipment. Trish and I led the way back to our club tent with the newly interested bikers and the two girls behind us and the rest of the club following them. Drinks were handed around and Trish was introduced first as the most recent club member and then I was introduced as an initiate about to make my bones, the ten prospects were invited to take turns at Trish if they wanted to, Johnny was given first crack at her because he was ahead of the other pledges and the two young girls were invited to sit on the mat next to the one Oak had picked out for me to get my patch. "If you girls are still here tomorrow night you can be initiated into the club and we'll get you a ride up to Leicester on Sunday, find you a place to stay and someone to look after you." Well, one good thing, at least I didn't have to waste time with undressing, having two girls who swore that they were sixteen but looked younger sitting cross legged on the exercise mat next to the one I was going to use to pull a train on was a little disconcerting though, they looked like they were sitting in the school assembly waiting to be bored to death by the head. Oak took me first, he was big all over: fat belly, fat fingers, fat arms, fat legs and a fat cock. He didn't dwell on it, he fucked me to completion, I did manage to climax but I doubt that Oak would have cared one way or the other. I took the line of men that were waiting, I got an orgasm from each one but I'd guess that when Johnny was in the mood he put more demands on my cunt than the twenty men I let fuck me. All the time that I was being fucked I could hear Trish getting the same from her eleven men, they were all new to the game and so were all making a meal of it. After my twentieth fuck I was left alone on a dirty sleeping bag in a pool of sweat and semen, I was expected to remain in position until dawn, just in case any of the guys who had passed up fucking me had a change of heart and wanted some in the middle of the night when less people were watching. The two school girls curled up together on one of the other exercise mats, they were obviously more than just good friends. A barbecue was lit first thing in the morning and two guys were sent out to buy ten pounds of sausages and five pounds of bacon and a dozen tins of chopped tomatoes. I walked out of the tent still naked and that caused a stir in the early risers, especially in Johnny who wanted to take me back in the tent for a shag. Apparently nudity wasn't a crime, the police officers that were milling around took my photograph but so long as there was no inappropriate physical contact out in the open they couldn't do anything unless a complaint had been made and I was on public land so I was very happy to walk around naked after my baptism of fire the night before. Johnny fucking me in the tent woke the young girls and once again they looked on as I had sex with yet another man. After Johnny finished fucking me breakfast was ready, he left me on the sleeping bag and fetched me a plate of food, my usual breakfast was a bowl of sawdust and wood chips with a scattering of mouse and rat droppings all mixed with water...well, it wasn't actually, Muesli with skimmed milk actually tasted worse but after the day and night I'd had on Friday I devoured four sausages and three rashers of bacon with a barbeque taste. Paper plates and disposable cutlery took the edge off of the pleasure slightly and as I ate I chatted with the two girls. I told them that they looked younger than sixteen but they insisted that they were over, not long over but over was enough. They were both planning on running away soon anyway, they had planned to take the route to London that most runaways took but when they saw all the motorbikes and heard the music they came to see what it was all about. I didn't feel quite so bad about the girls hanging around the club now, if they had runaway to London, the men that would have got their hands on them wouldn't have given them a twenty-four hour cooling off period, most girls hitting the streets of London as homeless runaways last less than twenty-four hours before they are captured and put to work as prostitutes. One of the club members arrived early on Saturday, he'd missed the run down because he had to work until ten o'clock on Friday in Leicester, he was a trike rider, he'd made his own trike, a VW Beetle back end and a motorcycle front end, he joined me and the girls, he sat next to me and wrapped his arm over my shoulder, "You Vicky?" I nodded my head, "You still available?" There was no one there to ask the question of, should I be available for sex the next day after my initiation or not? I nodded my head and handed my empty plate to one of the girls. The guy was actually younger than me, quite good looking, he could easily have passed for a 'Citizen' rather than a biker, he actually made love to me, he didn't just fuck me, he gave me a chain of ten orgasms, all linked together, each one slightly more powerful, slightly more pleasurable than the one before. At some point during this fuck, Johnny and Oak turned up and they sat with the girls hugging them and kissing them as all four watched me fucking the new arrival. I didn't know his name and it didn't matter...never in my life before had I ever contemplated fucking in public and if in a daydream at some point that thought crossed my mind it would have been Johnny on top of me as we fucked outside. I was really getting off by fucking a total stranger while any number of people walked in and out of our massive tent, people doing ordinary things like making tea, eating sandwiches...some even dropped onto a bedroll close to us and fucked for a few minutes before returning to their usual partners. It was even more of a turn on having Johnny walk in and see me fucking and then just sitting down and begin to make out with a girl that was half my age and a third of his as if what I was doing was an everyday occurrence. Oak stopped kissing the young girl he was with and held her face in both of his hands, "Right, Vicky here has finished her initiation and is a full member of the club so it isn't really fair that she is still entertaining the newcomers as they arrive, so if you're serious that you want to become members you have to take up the slack from here for eighteen hours and your friend will take over when your time is up and she can do the last eighteen hours before we head off home, We'll find you girls a ride on a pillion up to Leicester or you'll have to ride in the van. The man fucking me lifted his mouth away from mine, "Hey Oak, I can take both the girls home, I came down all alone and I have two spare seats on my trike." I waited until my sex partner finished talking and I said, "Hey, I don't mind, so long as Johnny is happy for me to keep going, I'm loving all the sex." Oak grinned at me, "Yes, it's always the same after initiation night is over the new member hates to stop being available, at least from now on in, you can chose to say yes or no and say no if someone wants to do something you don't like." The girl with Johnny pushed his mouth away and said, "I don't want to wait eighteen hours, we can both just do it together until it's time to go." Oak smiled, "Okay Johnny, you can be her first as you're already with her, I usually take president's privilege over all new initiates." Johnny suddenly looked nervously in my direction as I spurred the man between my legs to get back to fucking me. I stopped him trying to kiss me and looked at Johnny again, he was worried, it looked like he was about to refuse to fuck the girl, it could have been her age, it could have been the fact that she didn't have big tits or he could have been worried about what I might have said...after all, my having sex with other men was his fantasy not mine and I could see it in his eyes that he thought that I might be upset with him fucking another woman. "Hey baby, I'm doing all the work here, come on, your turn to put on a show for me, I'd help you with her if I wasn't so busy here!" Johnny's face split into a grin and he dived on top of the girl and stripped her naked. Word went out like wildfire that the new girls were open and every member that was at the full moon party were lining up behind Oak and Johnny to get on top of the new girls. I had a brilliant time my first weekend as a biker chick, the music was great although a little muted because for most of the weekend I was under a man grunting into my body. I'd fucked every member of Ratae Warriors Motorcycle Club at least twice before Johnny suggested I went freelance and did a little liaison work between RWMC and the other clubs around the site. On Sunday Oak took me to a tattoo concession tent in the party field, he stripped me naked outside the booth and got the tattooist to mark me with the Ratae Warriors crest on my right buttock, it was very painful on the ride home but every time that Johnny saw my little tattoo he fucked me silly. 10,260 Words.
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