Chapter 3

She nodded. “She made me promise to tell you to put me on the bike before you sent me home,” she confessed.

“Who said I was sending you home?” I whispered in her ear, making her moan.

“What about the morning?” she asked apprehensively.

“We’ll set an alarm,” I said. “Plenty of time to get home and ready for the best Monday you’ve had for a long time.”

“How do you know tomorrow’s going to be so great?” she asked coyly.

“Because tonight’s going to change your life,” I told her. I silently thanked Pop for installing the ventilation in the garage and I leaned over to flick the switch, turning on the blower to flush the exhaust fumes out of the garage. “What do you need from me tonight?”

She watched what I was doing as I turned on the ventilation and then put my key in the bike. She bit her lip and thought about it. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. “I want to have all the raw, rough, wild, passionate sex my husband had behind my back. I want to know what it’s like to be so completely fucked that it’s hard to think the next day. Can we do that?”

I nodded. “If there’s one thing that bikers know, it’s how to fuck,” I told her. I reached up to the top of her dress and slowly started to undo her buttons. “Birth control?”

She moaned as if that was just what she was hoping for. She turned her head toward me and I kissed her hard, my tongue snaking into her mouth to play with hers. She groaned and started to move against me as I reached down to start the motorcycle. She squealed into my mouth and writhed as the vibrations thrummed up into her pussy. “Tonight, I just don’t care. Cum in me anyway. If you knock me up, I’ll make sure he finds out.”

I put my hands on her tits, palming them roughly through her dress, kneading them and squeezing them while she whimpered and groaned with need. I undid the rest of the buttons and found that she had indeed been prepared for this. She wasn’t wearing anything under her dress as I pulled it off her shoulders. She shrugged out of it readily and I pushed her forward to lay across the gas tank while I worked the dress out from under her. I glanced out the window and I could see movement in one of the windows next door. Kelsey was watching us. I smiled when I noticed that.

I pulled Lisa back to me and held her chin so I could look into her eyes. “You want it all? All the dirty depraved things respectable women don’t do for their husbands, but will for the other man? All the things husbands don’t ask their wives for, but demand from their sluts?” I asked her in a whisper. It was heated, but not menacing. “You want to be that slut tonight? Want me to make those demands? Make you MY slut?” I asked her, watching her eyes.

They burned with passion. “Yes!” she hissed. “I never cheated on my husband and I’ve never dated since. Fuck me! Treat me like your whore! I want to be that slut right now!”

“And if you like it? You gonna be my slut tomorrow? And the next day?”

“YES!” she swore and I moved my hand from her throat to her tits. They were beautiful. I wanted to suck on them, but that would be later. Right now, I had work to do. I used my free hand to pull her head back by a handful of her hair. She was into this right now. I dove in, sucking at her neck hard, while my other hand started tweaking and pinching her nipples. They were incredibly large and long and sensitive. She was moaning and squirming like she was on fire. She probably was. “Ung! Fuck!” she swore, her body trembling against me as she came for the first time tonight.

“I’m gonna mark you up and fill you full of cum,” I told her. “That limp-dick husband of yours is gonna know who owns you when he sees your body tomorrow.” She shuddered. “He knows he’s not man enough to mark you as his. He’s gonna know you belong to me now,” I whispered in her ear between biting and sucking on her neck. “Wear something that shows him you’re my bitch now.”

“Yes!” she whimpered and shuddered again. I thought my filthy words were getting to her as much as my bike was. She was enjoying this. I wonder what she’d think when I told her Kelsey was watching. “Anything you want!” she promised me.

“When that pussy starts begging and crying, you dig in my new cunt and you slap that bitch across his face with my cum,” I told her. “Smear it on his lips, make him taste what REAL satisfaction is.”

She growled and was grinding back on me like the most cock-hungry slut I’d ever fucked and she meant it. Every thrust of her hips. Every clench of her thighs. She’d been building this revenge fantasy in her mind for a long time and I was feeding it like a bonfire.

I pushed her down across the gas tank again and told her to spread her ass for me.

She looked over her shoulder at me. “Are you gonna fuck my ass? I never let Ryan have that. I never let anyone.”

I grinned as I threw my shirt aside and attacked my zipper. “You’re gonna give it up for me though,” I told her. “You’re MY slut now. I don’t get told no.” We both knew that wasn’t true, that I’d left last night because the answer needed to be no at that point, but we were playing out her fantasy right now. She was punishing Ryan, imagining slapping him with my cum in her hand.

She nodded. “Please, just try not to hurt me?” she pleaded uncertainly.

I nodded. “You’re gonna love it,” I assured her. “When I’m done with you, you’ll know what you’ve been missing. Maybe he’ll like the taste of my cum so much he’ll come begging for more. If he’s a good little puppet, we’ll let him lick it out of your ass.”

She trembled at that and I knew she was hooked. This fantasy was hard-wired in her head. If I talked to her like this, I could have her anywhere, any time. I reached into my jeans and pulled out my cock, spanking her ass with it and she gasped, looking over her shoulder in alarm. “Holy SHIT! How big is that thing?”

“About ten,” I told her. “Don’t worry, Sweet-thing. We’re gonna grease it up real good before I fuck your asshole with it.” I aimed it down and put the head at her entrance. I slid forward a little, impaling her on the end of it and she gasped and thrashed a little. When I was sure it was lodged in tight, I put one hand to the back of her neck to hold her in place, but also to control what she was looking at. I looked back at her house and Kelsey was still in the darkened window, watching. I raised my head so she had to know I’d seen her and put a finger to my lips to let her know it was okay and then crooked a finger for her to come closer.

I hunched my hips a little, pushing my cock into her further as she came again, her pussy pulsing around my length. I couldn’t believe how tight she was, but she was so wet that I could have slid all the way in. I was taking my time to let her get used to it, but I also wanted to see if Kelsey was coming out. I saw their back door open slowly and she crept down the steps to come to the gate. Finally I could see her face in the window. She was back in the shadows now, but I could tell that she was there when I looked at her. She looked like she had yesterday when she’d had the sudden orgasm. She was shocked and turned on and fascinated. Our eyes met and I winked at her and then blew her a little kiss. If she hadn’t endorsed this, we wouldn’t be here and I felt like it was exactly where we ALL needed to be. I could feel something special in the air, some spell that had captured us.

I held Lisa face down as I slowly worked my monster up her tight snatch. “Jesus, did he have a cock like a fucking crayon?” I spat. “You’re so tight it’s like fucking a virgin again. You tell him that his peewee prick left some of your cherry for me and all of this!” I growled as I spanked her ass.

She yelped and tried to raise her head, but then I reached up and gunned the throttle and she lost it, screaming as I pounded her from behind until I felt the head of my cock touch bottom.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed and came again. “I’m so full! So fucking full! Fuck me! Make me your slut! Tell me what to do and I’ll do it, just fuck me ‘til I forget my name!”

“You’ll do whatever I want? Damn right. You be my perfect little cock-slut and I’ll give you all the cum you want. Send that boy-dick husband your panties full of my cum. You make sure he sees you pregnant with my baby, tell him what a good girl you are for me. Tell him all the things you do for me that he could never buy from you with diamonds and vacations. Tell him what a good slut you are for a real man. Call him Cryin’-Ryan because he’ll weep like a bitch when he knows your Old Man is a biker so young I’ll be able to ride you long after the Viagra’s stopped working for him.”

“YES!” she wailed and groaned, pushing back at me and fucking me as enthusiastically as I was fucking her. It was hard to hold her in place so she wouldn’t see Kelsey before I wanted her to. That part was important. “Fuck ME!” she roared. “I need it so bad. Fuck me, give me your cum so I can slap him in the face with it and make him taste your cum and mine. Ohh! FUCK! I’ve never cum this hard in my li-IIIEEEE!!!!!” She screamed as I gunned the throttle again.

I looked at the window and Kelsey was entranced. I got her attention and again motioned for her to be very quiet and then pointed to the side door and motioned for her to come in very quietly.

She bit her lip and then nodded, scampering around the building to the door on the other side. I lifted Lisa up off the gas tank and pulled her against me, turning her head away from the door to kiss her hungrily. She really was tight as a virgin and she was starting to get to me. I was only a few minutes away from cumming.

I pulled my lips from hers, but held her eyes as I pounded her cunt, our bodies slapping together. “You said you wanted to be my slut tonight,” I reminded her, slamming particularly deep into her and making her gasp and cum again.

“Yes. I want to be your slut!” she panted, the fire only getting hotter in her core.

“For how long?” I demanded. “Just tonight?”

“I can’t give this up!” she begged. “Please! I’ll be a good slut. I’ll do anything you want!”

“You already said you don’t care if you get pregnant tonight,” I said. “Carry my baby and make that wimp, Ryan know you finally have the man you need?”

“Yes! I want him to know he’s never made me cum like this!” she babbled, whimpering as she came again, trembling.

“Gonna take my cock up your tight virgin ass when I’m done making your pussy mine.”

“YES! I’ll do anything!”

“And if I told you to get Kelsey ready for my cock?” I asked her and her eyes flew open.

I could see Kelsey’s face over Lisa’s shoulder. She had both hands covering her mouth in shock and her eyes were so wide, she might be in danger of losing them.

Lisa nodded and babbled that she’d do anything to be my slut forever.

“That’s good, Slut,” I told her and kissed her deeply, my free hand leaving her breast and reaching for the throttle again. “Because she’s been watching us this whole time,” I told her and turned her head to look at her daughter as I gunned the engine. She screamed and I thought she was gonna tear my cock off as her pussy clenched like a vice. I screamed and came and dropped both hands to her hips to pound her through my orgasm. She came at least twice more and probably more as she and Kelsey stared at each other while we finished fucking and I leaned back in the seat, pulling Lisa to me, still impaled on my rod.

“Pull up a chair, Kels,” I told her breathlessly, pointing to one of the bench stools on wheels. “We’ve got some explaining to do.”

She pulled one of the stools over and sat, very skittish now that our attention was fully on her. “I, uh, heard a lot of it,” she said. “You’re really gonna do that with me?”

Lisa was still out of it. She was limp in my arms and when I smoothed her hair back, her eyes were rolling in the sockets like she was on the best high imaginable. I like to think she was.

“Your mom told me that you knew she was coming over here to have sex,” I started.

She nodded. “Is THAT what it’s always like?” she asked.

“God no. This was your mother’s choice. Do you know why they divorced?” I asked as I held Lisa, slowly smoothing her hair as she slowly drifted back toward us on the cloud she’d managed to catch.

She shrugged. “She said he was having sex with other people.”

I nodded. “When someone does that to their marriage, it’s a hurtful, hateful thing. It’s worse than telling someone you hate them. You’re telling them that they’re not good enough for you, that they don’t matter enough to you to not do that. Your dad slept with four other women who were married. He ruined his marriage and four others. Lisa had to sit in a meeting with all the husbands of the women he was cheating with. She was angry and humiliated and ashamed. Not that she had anything at all to be ashamed about. She’s an incredibly sexy woman as you just saw. But she had to bury a lot of that hurt because you needed her to be strong. Tonight, she told me she wanted this. She wanted the kind of wild sex that her husband had been having behind her back all those times. That’s why we were talking about him so much and talking about how much better off she is without him and all the nasty things she’d do if she saw him tomorrow. This was exactly what your mother needed from me tonight. She’s been carrying that hurt and anger around for a long time and I’m safe to express it with.”

By this time, Lisa was a little more lucid, so she turned her head and kissed me deeply.

“How did you know?” she asked. “I didn’t tell you any of how I felt about it.”

“You don’t know?” I asked. They both shook their heads.

“I lied when I said I wasn’t upset about Jennifer,” I admitted, looking down for a moment. “I just pushed it down, so I know how you’ve been feeling.”

Lisa looked upset all over again. “Why didn’t you tell us?” she asked, heartbroken that I hadn’t let them in to help.

I smiled at her. “For the same reason you pushed it down: Kelsey needed me,” I told her.

If they’d looked shocked when I put them face to face a few minutes ago, they were flabbergasted now. “But she’s not your daughter. She’s not your responsibility. We’re close, but you didn’t have to- EEP!”

I silenced that line of thinking with a sudden lunge of my hips. She hadn’t realized that I was still filling her pussy completely.

“I told you,” I reminded her. “I take my bike out and do maintenance because I know she needs someone to talk to after you two fight. She needed me. So did you. You can’t be the one to lay down the law and then be the one she vents to about it. I did what I could to be there for both of you.”

At this point, I shut off the bike. It was just wasting gas since we weren’t fucking right now.

“How bad was it?” Kelsey asked delicately. Her mother was sitting there straddled on my cock, impaled half-way to her navel, but we were gonna talk about Jennifer. I chuckled a little and nodded in surrender.

“She was cheating on me so hard that I got pictures of her from concerned citizens. There were people that say they saw her with four or five more,” I told them. “Two of the ladies from work knew, my sister called me from Topeka to make sure I didn’t get blind-sided over it. I really had thought that she was The One at the time. I mean, I’d had my suspicions for a while, but there was never enough for me to do more than keep from taking the next step while I wasn’t sure. I wanted to scream, to cry, to get out one of Pop’s old guns and kill her and her lovers. That was last Friday night. Saturday you guys had one of the worst fights I’ve ever heard from next door, so instead of getting drunk, crying or going out and murdering her and her posse, I pulled the bike out and started changing the oil, so I’d be there when I was needed.” I was nuzzling at Lisa’s neck and making her purr contentedly while I talked, nipping at her skin every few words.

“You bought her a ring, didn’t you?” Lisa said and looked at me with some sadness.

“Not that it matters, but I do have one. It was Mom’s and my Grandma’s before Pop gave it to her. She never got to see it, but I’d been thinking more and more about giving it to her.”

Lisa reached back and touched the side of my face, like she’d done when she first came in and I liked the feel of her fingers touching my skin. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, both of us mindless of our nudity. Kelsey had watched me fuck her mother like a whore, so there was no point in pretending to be bashful now. I played with her tits some and she started to breathe more deeply, enjoying the contact. I flexed my hips a little. My cock was still recovering, but hadn’t completely gone down either, so I started to gently fuck her, rocking back and forth with one-inch strokes to remind her I was there and keep her on edge while I slowly got to know her tits better.

Lisa had fantastic C-cup breasts and I loved her nipples, they were long and hard and as I looked over her shoulder, they were deliciously brown instead of pink. They reminded me of a creamy milk chocolate and I wanted to taste them. We were in the wrong position for that though.

She moaned and plunged both her hands into my hair, turning her head to kiss me again as she pulled my face closer over her shoulder. “Oh, Fuck!” she moaned when our lips separated. “I love this! I won’t be able to walk for a week, but this is so worth it! I hope I do see that worthless ex of mine tomorrow. I want him to know that he’s not even half this good. You’ve made me cum more in the past hour than he did the whole time we were together.”

I chuckled and bit her neck, knowing that she’d have the marks tomorrow. “I was starting to wonder if you were done with this game and just wanted to settle down to something more gentle.”

She pulled her head back and looked at me seriously. “Sluts don’t get gentle,” she declared firmly. “Sluts get fucked hard. I promised you I was your slut.”

I nodded and my cock lurched inside her, her declaration stirring my hardness. “Sounds like you’ve decided that you want this for more than tonight,” I pointed out, starting to pump her a little more firmly while Kelsey watched, scandalized and fascinated that her mother was declaring herself to be my slut.

She nodded and groaned, her body trembling with another orgasm as I sawed my prick into her, grinding against her G-Spot. “Yes!” she hissed, her fingers lacing together at the back of my neck, holding herself against me as we fucked a second time. “Make me your bitch, like he never could!” she pleaded.