HunnI (Mf, Cons, Bike)

  So that was it, my folks where "Dissapointed in me."  We had a conferance with my counciller, and had some "Concerns about my behavior problems," even though I still got good grades. So I wasn't a virgin.  They got me the fucking pills, what'd they think I'd do?  At least they didn't know about the three guys at that High School party last year.  So the kids at school called me "Slut", and "Ho," and "Easy".  The boys didn't seem to mind, and the girls where just jealous.
  Fuck it, I thought, I'm out of here.  I packed some clothes in my bookbag, left the books under the bed.  I couldn't wait more than a week until school's out, a couple years to get a car, another one after that to graduate.  I even dressed nice, the skirt came almost down to my knees, and the shirt was baggy enough.  You still knew my boobs where there, though, and I could bend down to let them see between them.
  Those where what got me in trouble in the first place.  They started growing in sixth grade, and I was already up to C cups before High School!  The boys sure liked them.  They where always "Accidently" brushing up against them.  They loved to squeeze them when we were alone, sucking on the tips, even fucking between them sometimes.   I guess it felt all right, but there's nothing like having a dick in me.  Even fingers, and dildos aren't the same.  The few times somebody gone down on me, I only got off once, and it took forever.
  "You ok, Kathy?"  mom called across the table.
  "Huh?" Damn, I was just getting turned on!
  "Your all red," she reached out to touch my forehead.  The back of her hand felt cool.
  "I'm," I had to clear my throat, "Fine, mom"
  "Maybe your comming down with something," Oh, shit, she'd be in and out of my room all day if I stayed home.
  "No mom," the the chair fell over when I got up, "I'm fine!"  I grabbed my bag on the way out the door, but remembered to say, "Bye mom," hopefully for the last time.
  I just cut through the neighborhood towards 70.  I had to jump a fence with those pointy tops, but there was a tree I could climb up.  It hurt a little when I jumped down, but I didn't twist an ankle, or nothing.
  Sticking my thumb out, and walking backwards, I got to see the city I was leaving.  The sun glittlered on the river, and made the arch look like a rainbow.  It looked beautifull, but I got bored with it.  Then, my feet got tired from walking backwards.
  "Fuck this!" I dropped my bag, and sat on it.  It was getting hot too, so I dug out a cooler shirt.  Too bad all the traffic was going the wrong way.  I probably shouldn't try to cross anyway.
  The pink one with the spagetty straps would get me a ride.  It was tight enough, and came down to wear you could see the crack down the middle, but not the top of my bra.  I changed right there, gave the bored husbands a little thrill.  
  I heard a chopper roar up while it was over my face.  Shure enough, he let the motor down to shout "Wanna Ride?" over it, "Hunny?"
  "Shure!" I never been on one of them!  It was hot as hell, even through my skirt, but the wind helped a bit.  It also blew the noise back so it wasn't as loud as I thought.
  "How far you going?" he shouted back to me.
  "The ocean," Never been there.
  "Huh?" I moved up to shout in his ear, "The sea!"
  "I'll get you as far as KC," he said, "But I know you'll be able to get a ride there."
  I could barely get my arms around him.  I thought they'd stink, but I could smell shampoo blowing back from his hair, and the leather of his vest.  It was a sexy smell, I always liked it.
  " 'Cher name?" he he yelled back a couple miles later.
  "Kat!" I just left my chin on his shoulder so we could talk.
  "Buldog," he let go one of his handles to shake my hand.  I let the other one fall on his leg, "How old are you?"
  "Seventeen," I lied, "You?"
  "Old enough," he figured, but I couldn't tell wether he ment him, or me.  He let go my other hand, so I just held on to his legs.  They where huge, I couldn't really grab them, but I figured he wouldn't let me fall off.
  He shifted in his seat, "You mind if we make a pit stop?"  I knew what that ment!  Sure enough, I could feel his hardon through the crotch of his jeans while we where going up the exit ramp.  Ooh, it was a big one!"  We passed signs pointing into Wentzville, but he pulled around behind this gas station.
  "Go get the bathroom key," he let the motor die, "Willya Hunny?" and slapped my ass when I got off.  I swung my hips, let my skirt flip up on my way around to the office.  I knew his eyes where on my ass the whole time.  
  "Can I get the key to the bathroom?" the guy didn't even look up from whatever he was doing.  "Gonna buy something?"
  "Cummon!" I threw my tits up on the counter just in time for him to look, "I gotta go!"
  He smiled, and bent over to get it.  His eyes stayed down my chest though.  "I guess this once," he rolled the pipe it was chained to over to me.  I could see him checking out my ass in the reflection from the door.  Greasy fucking redneck.
  Buldog grabbed me before I got to the door, handled a tit, and reached down to grab my ass.  This put him low enough for me to kiss.  Wow!, the school boys didn't kiss like that!  He ate my mouth, stuffed his tongue in to ravish mine.  I fumbled to get the door open, and he pushed me in.  It was a pain to open his buckle, and the buttons of his fly, but he kept busy.
  When it finally popped out, I was awed!  Even the high school boys had nothing like that.  I could get both hands around it, and still have more to pump.  I was scared that it would even fit, would it hurt like the first time?  I bet I could get it in my mouth, though, and sat down on the toilet to prove it.
  Shure enough, it was a mouthfull, but I felt the edge of the head pop past my teeth.  He hunched a little, but didn't get pissed.  I pumped it one handed, and reached up to feel his soft furry balls.
  "Oh, hunny!" his hands went through my hair. "Oh, yeah!" he pulled me in, but it wouldn't go in my throat.  I gagged a little, but that just brought up some of that deep slimy spit.  There wasn't room for most of my tricks, so I sucked in so my cheeks wrapped tight, and rubbed the bottom with my tongue.  "Yeah, hunny," I twised my head all around, pulled out a little, and pushed it back in, beat on his belly with my fist.  
  I could feel his nuts twitch in my hand, rubbed under them to feel the cum pump.  I got just a taste before he pulled out, and shot the next in my face.  I jerked him off onto my chest, felt some roll down between my tittys, soak into my bra.  "Fuck yeah!" he kissed my forehead with it before tucking it back away, "Ready to go?"
  I whiped the stuff off my nose, "Sure," and ate it.  I licked more off my chin, pulled up my straps.
  "Here's your key back," the hick just stared at me, his mouth hanging open like a barn door.  I could still feel the cum on my tits, his eyes on them.  "Have a nice day!"
  Buldog'd pulled around, and scooted back on the seat.  "Here you go, Hunny!" he patted the tank.  He grabbed my ass when I got on, a tit before blasting off.  "Do your folks know where you are?"  he said into my ear.
  "They don't miss me yet!"  To think, I could be in school right now.
  "How long you been doing this?" he sounded surprised.
  I shrugged up under him, "What time is it?"  He just laughed.  Once we where back on the highway, he drove one handed, and started feeling me again.  I was already getting a good buzz off the shiny tank, like a giant vibrator!  His hand went down my belly from my tits, pushed me back into him, slipped down my skirt.  My pantys where soaked, they squished when he pulled them over.  
  I felt how rough his fingers where on my lips when he spread them open.  He fipped me off! slipping his middle one in to slide down my clit.  I shivered up against him, felt his softof start comming on in the crack of my ass.  The buttons poked in my cheek, so I knew he didn't do them up, just the buckle pressed on my back.
  "Hang on," he cut over to the service road, and kept frigging me.  His finger slipped in for a better hold.  I started cumming right then!  He fucked another finger in for me to suck on, and another.  I cummed like firecrackers, a whole string of them stuck in me, and lit off!  I held on as best I could, screaming into the wind.
  He took my hand when I was done shaking, but still glowing, and put it on the handle.  Then, I could feel him behind me, pulling up my skirt, tugging out his dick.  My hands where shaking as I scooted up his belly, reached down to hold him, so he took the handle back.  I rolled back down, pushed him into me, but he skipped off my sensitive clit.
  "Damn, woman!" he held us straight, though I'd slapped him against the tank.  He let go again and reached up my skirt.  He just pucked me up by the cunt, spread me open, and slipped between his fingers.  It pressed into me, stretched me out, and popped in.
  "A!" I couldn't breathe I was so full.  "Ugh," I tried to back off when he reached up to drive again, but he just hauled back, and stabbed back into me, "Ugh!"  He rowed me down the road, and I just held on, trying not to fly over onto the spinning wheel, the blurry pavement.
  He took a long time too, so I started getting used to it.  Then, I really got into it, kept an eye out when we passed people, saw them wondering if we where doing what it looked like we where doing.  I couldn't even believe it myself!  Now, I knew what an engine felt like, the hot piston pumping in, and out, and in, and out.
  I cummed again, and I think that set him off.  It was still so tight I could feel him bulge in me, the thick hot cum splashing against my servix.
  The miles just flew by after that, I was so happy.  He stopped once so I could move back to the "bitch seat," (That's what he called it.)  A bunch more bikes rolled by on the highway, so he got back on, and caught up with them.  Some of them where just guys, but some had girls on the back.  I waved at one, but she just shook her head.

Author's notes: I haven't gotten around to HunnII yet.  She get's passed around a few years, so I've got plenty of material.  I origonally came up with this as background for a fairly minor character in one of the books I'm writing.  She could be the "Dirty Little Girl" from that story, or Amanda Hunt, but it would've ended differently in Wentzville.
  
