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I stopped in at the clubhouse with Kristy for breakfast; she had taken to riding with me on my Harley and walking to the Lucky 7 for her shift. We entered the kitchen to familiar smells of bacon and coffee.
Grannie leaned over the counter. "You want bacon with your pancakes?"
I chuckled. I knew there was no menu here except for what she felt like making. She and Smoke worked the kitchen like pros, but they only made one breakfast.
"Sure, please, Grannie." I grinned.
Kristy said, "Me, too."
Grannie waved at us as if we were flies that had gotten too close. It was a familiar gesture and not delivered with any distaste.
We poured coffee while we waited.
My normal spot next to Donna was taken by Celia. The two women were huddled.
Kristy barked a short and derisive laugh just low enough for me to hear. She didn't like me being around Donna, at all.
I grabbed up my plate from the counter where Grannie had dropped it. "Thanks, Grannie."
"Shut up." The old woman smiled wearily as she said it.
I took my two pancakes and bacon to the table and sat next to crazy-eyed Twenty. I studied the bottles of syrup on the table and reached for the organic. My hand collided with Viking's.
The big man and I fought over the bottle. He guffawed deep. "Ho there, use the Log Cabin."
"I don't want that crap."
We were in a tug of war with the organic.
"Neither do I. So you use it. Look, it's unopened."
Suddenly, a metal spatula was raining slaps down on our hands. A defiant and incensed Grannie stood over us. "What's wrong with the Log Cabin?"
Viking pleaded, "It's not organic."
She fumed and picked up the Log Cabin syrup. She made a face. "It's six years out of date anyway." She tossed it expertly into the trash. Then her spatula launched out fast and slapped both of our hands. "Take turns."
Gunner was wheezing.
Grannie shook the spatula at him. "Don't tempt me."
Gunner grated with joviality, "Yes, oh wise master of the mighty kitchen—"
There was a resounding clang – almost like a bell – as Grannie whacked Gunner up the side of the head.
He almost fell over laughing.
Viking and I ducked our heads.
Kristy snaked the organic syrup and giggled like a schoolgirl.
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I collected the receipts I had and slid them under Ghost's door. I heard Kristy in there with him, talking. I didn't bother knocking.
In the common room, I grabbed up my backpack and helmet.
Donna stood next to me, fiddling with her gloves. "Got some time?" Her voice was hopeful, if unsure.
I knew I had time. Much at the chop shop was still getting set up. "I sure do."
"Wanna follow me home?"
I gave her a steady smile. "Lead on."
Her eyes lit up and she bit her lower lip. "Great."
I climbed onto my Harley and started it. I sat watching her swing her leg over hers and settle down. I firmed watching it, thinking about her pussy sliding down my cock. Her home, huh? Kinky.
She looked back, then pulled out. I followed. She rode like any of the guys and even though she had a long ponytail, you wouldn't know she was a woman unless you got a look from the side or front.
We crossed town.
Past C Street I saw one of the deputies standing outside a car, half a block up on a side street to the right, talking to the driver. The car was filled with people. I frowned, trying to see as much as possible. Unfortunately, all I could tell was that the car was old. My oh-shit alarm started ringing.
I had to hit the brakes drastically to avoid plowing into Donna at the stop sign. She was looking at me in her tiny rear view mirror. I shrugged.
Her home was a one story brick-job from the 70s with a low roof. It looked solid. I parked beside her in the driveway and took off my helmet. "Your neighbors...?"
She waved a hand. "I don't think the ones that are home can see that far."
My dick thickened as she got off her SuperLow. Her moves were raw and feminine and spoke of sexual tension. I followed her inside and dropped my helmet next to hers.
Her house was stunningly clean and very sparsely decorated.
She pointed down. "Remove your boots?"
"Sure." I could see the carpet looked pristine. It was a deep cardinal red shag set off with crème-colored furniture and brass lamps. "Nice place."
She made a face. "It's just a house."
"You keep it so clean."
"When I have nothing else to do."
I followed her into the bedroom. "Not much incentive for you here?"
"When my husband thinks everything I do is stupid?" She turned and crossed her arms at me, her brow furrowed and her face troubled.
"I'm sorry."
"Someday I'm hoping something will change."
"Divorce your husband."
"For what? For you? Like you'd ever leave Kristy?"
I took her in a hug and she melted to me, but her arms were stiff with tension.
She said, "There isn't anyone for me."
"Your husband—"
"I don't want to talk about him. I have to endure him as much as I do and I'd rather not have him on my mind when I feel you in me."
My dick apparently thought she was addressing it, so it hardened fully in response. I let her go and began undressing. "You really want to do it in your bed?"
She coughed in outrage. "Yeah, why not?"
"If I leave any chest hair or—"
She slapped her hand down through the air. "I'll DustBuster the bed."
"All right." I stood naked and toyed with my shaft.
Her eyes lit on it and she smiled. She removed the last of her clothing and stood curvy before me. She wasn't as thick as Tequila, but she had a wide set of hips. Normal up top, she looked like a typical soccer mom or average housewife – not some bad-ass bitch who rode a Harley.
I grabbed her into a naked hug and held her close. My dick throbbed happily, nudging down against her clit. I felt the swell of her boobs as they pressed against my chest. I moved her back to the bed and settled next to her. My fingers found her pussy and slid along the moist lips. I moved them back and forth and around her clit.
Her hips responded instantly, moving against the motion of my hand to increase the sensation. We kissed. Donna was a great kisser. Her tongue and mouth felt open and accepting. Kissing Kristy felt like more work than pleasure.
I had her shivering under my fingers.
She whispered, "Get on. I want to feel you in me."
I chuckled. "Not yet."
"Why?"
I scooted down.
She said, "No, no teasing."
"I'm not going to tease you; I'm going to finish you."
"Me first? But why?"
I looked at her over her pubic mound. "Because when I get inside, I'm going to pound your pussy senseless until I cum." I applied my tongue to her clit and began moving it around.
She groaned breathily and shuddered.
I moved my fingers around in her folds, teasing the sensitive skin there. She warmed to the ministrations like an iron heating on the ironing board. Her build was slow, even and insistent. She groaned with more tension until she seemed unable to catch her breath. Her thighs trembled on the sides of my head. It was time.
I jammed three fingers deep into her pussy and curled the fingers up. I flicked my tongue across her bud and her head came up off the bed. Her face was scrunched up and she was squishing her own boobs with her fingers. Her mouth was open and began emitting a high pitched whine. Her eyes popped open and she flopped back, thrusting her hips up with grunts. Her pussy clamped on my fingers and squeezed.
I pulled my tongue away from her engorged clit and smiled as she thrashed through her orgasm. I kept my fingers moving in her until she panted with exhaustion. I took them out.
She felt clammy everywhere but her pussy – it was radiating heat.
I moved up between her legs and lifted them up to my shoulders. I scooted up farther until her pussy was facing up beneath my dick. I gripped it and pushed it down. The head popped into her wet hole and she moaned for more. I gave a savage thrust and pushed my entire dick into her pussy until I was straining at the base of my shaft to get even deeper.
The pressure on her outer pussy pulled forth a purr of pleasure.
I wasn't looking for something slow and sensual. I pulled back and began hammering her, cramming my cock in so hard and deep that I grunted with effort. The slide of my skin inside hers was fast and fantastic. She panted with each thrust until it sounded like she would hyper-ventilate. Her eyes lost focus.
Her pussy felt great and I was compelled to say so. "You feel awesome."
She groaned as if about to cry.
I worked her pussy like I was pissed at it. I punished it with my cock. I thrust harder, and grunted louder. "You like that?"
She let out a long, "Ohhh..."
My hips slammed down onto hers. My balls slapped against her ass. And I drove my excited cock as deep as I could get into her married pussy. If her husband wasn't going to do his duty, I was going to fuck her senseless – give her what she needed. What she wanted.
Maybe I couldn't give her what she really wanted – a man like me – but I could give her what was building deep inside. That force that made me clench up with tension made me fuck her harder. A gasp escaped my mouth that turned into a yell of effort. My cock was a blur in her pussy and everything started to get tight. I slammed down hard, burying my cock as far as it would go, right there on her marriage bed. I felt my shaft swell up fast and then begin squirting. I grunted feverishly, jerking my hips down onto her, but I was already as deep as I could go.
I filled her pussy with strong squirts until I felt drained. Then I fell over beside her.