Episode 21: Doggystyle

“My money, right?”

Heidi Baker sat around a firepit along the back property of the Kytes family residence. After an extraordinary day of more than she could ever have bargained for she was still doubting her fortune. All of the Tribal Welders members had gone home except the immediate family consisting of Weaver Kytes her boyfriend, if not by a mere agreement, and his mom and dad, Jacki and Solomon Kytes. Now that the sun had gone down on the Seattle horizon more clothing was worn. Civilized at last!

“You earned it, Sweetie.” Jacki took point sitting on Solomon’s lap and hugging her man. Even in street clothes Momma Goddess looked sexy as fuck. 38 going on 21. Tight jeans and a turtleneck sweater even looked hot. Solomon also looked less barbaric in a polo shirt, or as Heidi teased him a Solo shirt utilizing his shortened nickname wherever she could. They were all getting along fabulously.

“Do all of your girlfriends get big paydays?” Heidi playfully sneered at Weaver. She wore one of Kid Mohawk’s long sleeve flannel shirts for warmth against the seaside chill. Nothing beneath it mind you, she merely pulled it over her silky legs and hogged the fire.

“He’s never brought a girl home before.” Solo grunted, razzing his boy with a squint as he nursed a bottle of beer.

“Daaaad!” Weaver chuckled blushing as he toasted a marshmallow over the fire.

“Ah! So, I’m just the token slut for a bunch of bikers.”

“Aren’t we all?” Jacki giggled! “Sweetie, I warned you earlier to only do what you felt comfortable doing. Obviously, you felt right at home. If you want to further a career in dancing, I can arrange a test run at Moolah Rouge where Geneva and I dance.”

“I’ll think on it. Here’s the thing ... jabbing a finger at you SOsLOw ... I’m not certain I want to pursue more of the Tribal Welder boys. No offense! it’s no secret I love a good cum show, at least not anymore, but this whole family affair is kind of out there. And trust me, I’m waaaay out there.” She laughed at herself taking an offered marshmallow and blowing out the fire from its toasted texture. She and Weaver shared the same marshmallow from two sides then kissed as their lips met. Malady and the Tramp! Malady because their affection for one another was contagious.

“Aren’t they adorable?” Jacki smiled warmly.

“Something like that.” Solo sighed swigging his beer.

“Anyways! I like you guys. I really do ... especially Rooster Boy. I just don’t want to be the life of every party.”

“First time for me too.” Weaver acknowledged! “I owe it to you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, You!!!” He fell back to sit in the grass.

“Did I ask you to DP me with Big Daddy Slowmo?”

“You’re pretty lippy Kid.” Solo shook his head.

“Just playful, live with it.” She razzed him with her tongue.

“Be careful Sweetie, he might request that tongue.”

“Been there sucked that. Had bigger! I’m just kidding! You’re fucking huge Daddio.” Solo acted smug at the recognition of his penis size. “Question, Miss Feather? This Moolah Rouge place ... biker bar?”

“A pleasant assortment of locals and bikers. You don’t have to work there, Sweetheart, it’s just an open invitation when you’re low on cash.”

“Uhhhh!” She lifted a extra-large size baggy up with a wad of rolled up bills. “Five grand and a few tens. I think I have rent covered for a few months. This will help Z ... my dad get caught up on bills. Before I found my dad he nearly got evicted. My savings saved our asses.”

“Our son did tell us you just found your father after never meeting him before.” Jacki grew curious wagging her foot about, she was wearing tennis shoes tonight. Strangely Heidi was still wearing her gift of stilettos, determined to break them in or break her leg.

“Long story.” Not even a bit of truth! Zach was no relation, but the act was ongoing. It was becoming a security blanket these days. “My mom had a few hookups in her teens. My grandparents moved before she found out she was pregnant with me. Never knew his name until a month ago. People Search online tracked him down.” Bullshit!!! Cough!!! Cough!!! Truth only in her mom’s hookups. She still didn’t know her mom’s true sperm donor. Someday maybe.

“That’s wonderful! Is he cute?” Jacki winked playfully.

“Looks like the actor Tom Hardy on steroids. He works out a lot. Always doing pushups and sit-ups at home, lives in the gym couple days a week.”

“Harley rider you say?” Solo took interest.

“Yeah, but like I said no affiliations. He just owns a bike over a car. Well, he had a beater car before I found him, but money required, he sold it to keep from living in it.” She pauses to look at her cell. “Here I’ll show you a photo of us together that Kayla took.” As she searched, she hurriedly scrolled past the nude video she had sent Khloe Vaughn of Zach, including the few nudes he also sent. She then quickly zipped past her own goofy nudes she had made for Zach when he told his boss he had a daughter. Finally, the only pic together of them standing side by side in their living room fully clothed was produced. Sharing it she lifted up on her knees to pass her phone to Jacki.

“Mmm! Mommy like.” Jacki giggled hugging Solo, then showing him as well. He merely puckered.

“Big fella.” Solo nodded!

“Yep! I take after my mom.”

“Is she cute?” Solo mocked Jacki for her lusting over Zach.

“Crazy, but she’s still got it. She and my stepdad just got divorced a few months back after ten years together. He’s a tattoo artist, has a couple parlors here in Seattle.”

“What’s his name?”

“Peck Trudeau! He’s a big guy, bald with tattoos on his head, shoulders, and arms.”

“I know Pecker.” Solo smirked! “I wondered when I saw that sunflower tat over your clit. So, Kismet’s new rug is your stepsister? Peck’s kid?”

“Yep! Not to spill her thoughts but she’s new to the bisexual thing. A few guys but never a girl before our friend Nasty. I’m talking too much. Shutting my yap now.”

“What’s ole’ Pecker think of your dad?”

Heidi froze and looked down. “They haven’t met yet. Honestly, I haven’t even talked to Peck since meeting my dad.” She was getting buried by her lies. If Solo talked to Peck about Zach, he would get really inquisitive. Not only that, but Peck would end up telling her mom Aniston about it and she would pop a gasket. Her deception was going to get blown up here soon.

“Your dad is single then?” Jacki prodded further, almost hopeful.

“Well, he has a lot of girlfriends.”

“Understatement!” Weaver chuckled! “One of them is a girl I graduated with named Cleo.”

Jacki bulged her eyes at the revelation. “My, your father likes them young.”

“Yeah, he does.”

“Khloe’s like 22, right?” Weaver added another bit of info to the mix.

“Somewhere in there. I forget!”

“Now probably Khloe’s sister Kyndal, and the Barista with the blue hair.”

“He’s a playa what can I say?”

“His friends’ fiancée. The redheaded neighbor Petra that looks like ScarJo.”

“You need to shush, Rooster.” Heidi found herself overwhelmed by the thoughts. Zach had a gift for certain. Sadly, it was Heidi that hooked them all up with him, with the exception of Iris Trumble-McNamara.

“That’s some menu.” Solo smirked then winked at Weaver. “Maybe you should invite him to dinner sometime Boy. He can bring a guest or five.”

“If you want I can.” Weaver looked at Heidi as if seeking assurance, it was alright.

“Ummm! I really don’t want my dad to know I did the things I did today. Us being so new to one another he might not approve. I don’t want him to think I’m a hooker or anything.” She held up the baggy of money.

“Secret’s safe with us Sweetie. Has he been to Moolah Rouge?”

“I don’t know really; we don’t discuss strip clubs.” She lifted forward again to reclaim her cell from Jacki after a second look. In her awkward angle her flannel shirt fell wide to offer a nice peek at her dangling breasts in the fires glow. She lingered there after noticing Solo looking. She was shameless for a few moments longer then sat back down. For a girl not wanting to go toward more of the events she experienced earlier, she sure loved being wanted. Solo’s eyes were hungry.

“Will your dad question you over that money?” Jacki asked!

“Not telling him. It’s going in the bank until rent is due. He was out of a job for a long stretch, and I think pride is important. He’s trying hard to be a supportive dad. Now that he’s working again, I’ll let him think it’s all on him, I’ll contribute with food and utilities.”

“It sounds like the two of you have it all worked out.” Jacki eased away from Solo’s lap and moved out into the grass unzipping her butt zipper jeans to cop a squat, pissing in front of everyone. Once done she stood up and stretched. “I need a nap before the graveyard shift.”

“I should be getting home too. Dad might start calling here soon.”

“Come back soon, Sweetie. You’re always welcome here.”

“Thanks Jacki. I need more dance lessons without the sex involved.”

“Stop by the club. It’s out by the shipyard.”

“Maybe. Night, Momma Goddess.” Heidi hopped to her feet in order to give Jacki a hug. With her back to Solo she staggered in her stilettos. They weren’t meant for grass, so her balance lurched forward to be caught by Jacki, her bare ass mooning the male Kytes. Weaver grinned at his dad, Solo winked back, the son seeking his dad’s approval at all times. Once standing tall Jacki hugged Heidi and bid farewell.

“I’ll go grab my van keys.” Weaver climbed to his feet and gave Heidi a kiss, before following his mom into the house. Leaving Heidi and Solo alone seemed like a good idea until it actually happened. Leaning forward with a demonic glare Solomon Kytes made his point quite clear.

“DANCE!”

“What?” She peaked an eyebrow shivering at his unblinking gaze. Tough crowd!

Sitting up to claim his wallet he peeled two hundred-dollar-bills out and held them up between his fingers. “In front of the fire. Sweat!”

“Shit!” She sighed! “I don’t...” Two more-hundred-dollar bills rose high for her to see. “Dammit! Is this some test, SOLOng?”

“DANCE!”

Stumbling awkwardly to move in front of him and dance to the tune of a preprogrammed jukebox in his garage, she unbuttoned her flannel and used it seductively. Finally, the shirt fell to the grass and her hands went up into her hair. She knew she was gorgeous in the fires glow, his hungry eyes exploring her body. The song was Wicked Garden by the Stone Temple Pilots, a song Heidi loved. Her dance moves were erotic, proving that she had stripper in her DNA. Turning her back to Solo she twerked to the best of her ability just for kicks even if it didn’t fit the song.

“DO BETTER! WILD!” He snapped, sending her into a frenzy until her heels nearly toppled her into the firepit. Groaning at them becoming a nuisance she yanked them from her feet and resumed her madness. Free of them she threw her body forward at Solo and knelt at his knees, fanning them wide as her hair lashed at his crotch like blonde whips. Literally biting his erection, she gave him the bitch in heat wild he hoped for. The sensation made Solo gnash his teeth. Hopping up she turned around and sat backwards in his lap, grinding on his tentpole. As she lay up against his chest, she caressed his face taking a huge risk of slapping him on the face at an awkward pose. He didn’t even flinch.

Hands wrapping around her body he palmed and squeezed her tits, leaving embedded fingerprint marks in her flesh, his retaliation for the slap. Rolling her thighs about over his beast, her hormones were hitting overdrive yet again. Demanding her flesh against his chest his right hand lowered until fingers sank deep up inside her cunt. Revving her engine, he took her for a ride of his own. A violent doubled up finger fucking made her squeal and hold on for dear life. Heidi Baker squirted all over his knuckles.

Releasing her saturated pussy, he brought his hand up to her face and smothered her entire face with her dampness, then feeding her mouth with her taste. She sucked on his fingers feverishly then bit his hand until he pulled them from her lips. Fighting to escape him he let her go only to watch her twist in step and face him, hands back in her hair with a dark visual in her sparkling glare. Charging him she straddled his lap and ground her wet pussy all over his jeans. He found himself impressed by her determination. Then came the kiss.

She stormed his lips and fed on him as if he were the greatest lover alive. Nearly drawing blood to his lower lip upon departure she flung her body backwards in a spasm of upper body flexibility. Her feet clinging to his calves as an anchor. His palms rolled outward over her tummy and chest simply to maintain touch. She was definitely working up a sweat, the fires glow had her body glistening.

Wicked Garden ending, the tune switched over to Def Leppard’s Animal. How fitting it was. Her bestial show drew blood as she rose up for another vengeful kiss and bit his lower lip a second time. Solomon took his hands to her ass cheeks with strength that had her whimpering. Squeezing them, prying her crack wide, her bloody kiss continued. Solomon Kytes enjoyed his son’s slut immensely. A three finger her butt pucker invasion drove her crazy, now hopping up and down on Solo’s covered beast. Each impact made him grumble. In a sudden turn Solomon fired off inside his jeans expelling a guttural snarl. Kiss ended, she palmed his face lovingly and bumped foreheads to meet one another’s stare.

“Now we’re even.” She growled along with him until he had finished his interior detonations. A slap to Heidi’s ass he intended to let her go. Nope! She sat up in his lap and looked him in the eye. “Don’t think for one second you’re using me Nolo. I’m my own girl. Not that this wasn’t a blast, it was. Just don’t get the wrong idea. I like Weaver, I like you guys. My life.”

“When I call, you come.” He challenged her.

“Keep your money. I’m not your hooker.”

“Moneys earned. So is the respect.”

Lingering in the background far longer than he cared to Weaver watched from the side of the house. Hands in his pockets he worried over what was going on. He knew better than to interfere in anything his father did. Finally, Heidi crawled from Solo’s lap retrieving Weaver’s flannel shirt and putting it back on. Snatching up her baggy of large bills, then kneeling around Solo to pluck up her extra four hundred she tried not to laugh at her reality. He ignored her while finishing off the beer he had sitting on the ground almost arrogantly. Heels put back on she stumbled around Solo and approached him from behind, arms surrounding his neck with a hug. “Next time you dance for me.” A kiss on the cheek she left him to shake his head. Little girl was a force to be reckoned with.

Meeting up with Weaver, she noted him holding her hoodie, chains, and boy shorts on his shoulder. “You, okay?”

“Totally awesome. Enjoy the show?”

“Did dad hurt you?”

“Nope!” She took her outfit from his shoulder then wiggled her eyebrows at him. “We reached an understanding. Race you to the van.” A wink later she tried to run, her heels made that impossible. Laughing at her Weaver gave chase and picked her up tossing her over his shoulder, listening to her echoing squeal. Reaching the van that was still parked out on the street he stood her up to unlock the doors. Catching the Rooster off guard Heidi pounced, again shoving Weaver back toward the sliding side door. As she had his father, she began to ferociously devour his lips. Her clothing hit the street and laid there as they made out hot and heavy. Pole light illumination let the world view their romance.

Breaking away from Heidi without her letting go, he reached over and opened the door he was pressed up against. Sliding it became a battle that he won until it was open enough to topple poor Weaver backwards into the interior. Carpeted, the comfort at least made the back of the van more appealing. Luckily, it was empty of band equipment.

Legs dangling out over the threshold Heidi headed straight for his zipper, laughter all the way. Once achieving her goal of getting his pants down to his knees, she yanked his boxers down and crawled over him to mount his cock at a very bad angle. An eventual, “Scoot up more.” led them into the interior for room to work. The door remained open for the cool air to grace their bodies. Her flannel shirt unbuttoned and draping over her creamy shoulders she jumped his bones more easily, his cock impaling her wet pussy with a sensual ease. Sitting up on him she rode like a champ.

“What’s gotten into you?” Weaver moaned at the velocity of her hips slamming down over him.

“Not what! More of who. Blame your dad for this.” She leaned forward dangling her breasts over his face as she obsessively grinded over his dick. She simply could not find it in her to stop cumming time after time, the van rocking its shocks to peak performance. Being an older van there was most certainly screeching springs.