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It was just after 8.00 a.m. on a sunny Thursday in early June, with the promise of a warm day ahead, when Ashley left her small apartment in the outer suburbs of the city. She was twenty-six years old, and worked in the central business district at the offices of a shipping and storage company. In the summer months, when the city often got stuffy and humid, she liked to dispense with wearing panties – she loved to feel the relative coolness of the circulating air on her pussy, and it made her feel more alive, more sensual and sexual. This could also lead to some interesting opportunities, if she was careful – she did not want to encourage any men, as since the age of sixteen she had been strictly a girl-lover only.

Ashley was a very attractive young woman, with an eye-catching figure. Her breasts were round and thrusting, their prominence helped by the support of her 30D underwired bra, and below a trim waist her hips flared to two jutting well-separated buttocks. She had clear grey eyes and almost jet black hair, thickly layered in a cut which tapered down to the nape of her neck. Ashley was wearing a smart combination of Italian-styled clothes. Her light-grey straight skirt came to just below her knees when she was standing up, but that coverage was largely negated by the fact that it had a full-length front opening with six large black buttons; Ashley had calculatedly left the lower three of these undone, so that her every step afforded views of an expanse of thigh, almost to the top band of her sheer black hold-up stockings, and the skirt also fell open quite revealingly when she sat (before going into her work, she would demurely button it up). Above this, a smart thin black belt encircled her waist, and into her skirt was tucked a plain white fly-front shirt, neatly tailored with shaped sides to accentuate her figure; this was artfully unbuttoned almost down to the band of her plunge bra. On top, she wore a short single-breasted jacket which matched her skirt, swinging open with its only button undone. She had on a pair of black strappy shoes with a two-inch heel, and a stylish black leather bag, slung over her right shoulder by its gold chain, completed an ensemble which was a carefully-chosen mixture of professional, fashionable and downright sexy. Every day, Ashley turned heads, and she both knew it and enjoyed the sensation.

She had timed her departure just right, and only had a wait of two or three minutes before catching her usual bus into the city. Most of the seats in the buses faced forward in pairs, but near the front there was a wider open area with a section of bench-seating for three or four people along each side of the vehicle, facing across to a matching seat on the other side. It was one of Ashley’s favourite spots, and as she joined the route not long after the bus began its inwards journey, she usually secured it.

On this morning, she was amusing herself by observing the group of three young schoolgirls who were sitting in the opposite seats, facing her. She had noticed them several times before, as they also regularly travelled this route – their school was located near to it, just over halfway in to the city centre. They could be not be more than sixteen years old, and today they were giggling about something together and sneaking covert glances at Ashley’s shapely legs. Feeling that the world was going her way, Ashley unobtrusively shifted her position a little, so as to slowly and apparently unintentionally let her knees drift apart. The three schoolgirls were thus granted a clear view up between her legs and a glimpse of her bare and pinkly-shaven cunt. Two of the three schoolgirls were shocked and abashed, and they turned away, blushing and pretending to look out of the front window. However, the strikingly pretty brunette who was the most mature-looking of the trio had quite a different response, and no longer even tried to disguise where she was looking.

Emboldened, after checking that the other commuters were unable to see or were engrossed in their books and newspapers, Ashley undid the third button down of her skirt, spread her legs a bit wider still, and slipped her right hand through the front opening until her index finger was caressing up and down her cunt, teasing open the wet pink slit. The schoolgirl was transfixed by this, and, almost without realising it, her own legs spread a bit apart. The young girl slowly lifted her eyes from Ashley’s crotch, to linger for a moment on the extent of bra and cleavage visible under her loose jacket and partly-open shirt, and then to meet Ashley’s direct gaze. Unabashed, the little minx smiled shyly, and in response Ashley silently pursed her lips as if to blow a kiss. To her delight and pleasure, the schoolgirl – after a quick sideways glance to confirm that her friends were now studiously ignoring everything – first returned the silent kiss, and then sneaked a hand under her own short school uniform skirt to touch the front of her panties, on which a dark stain of dampness was rapidly spreading.

Ashley decided to go with this opportunity as far as it might take her – she was on a flexitime basis, and could arrive at her work later and then stay on to make up the hours. So, when the schoolgirls’ stop approached, she was ready for it. As the trio rose almost simultaneously, the responsive girl made sure that she was behind her two companions, and Ashley moved swiftly to stand immediately behind her. In the press of bodies as the commuters waited for the vehicle to stop and the doors to open, Ashley pressed forward and her chest pushed against the young girl’s back. Seizing her opportunity, Ashley deftly slipped a hand underneath the girl’s skirt from behind, and – somehow sensing the intrusion – in response the pretty teenager slightly opened her thighs, allowing Ashley to push her hand through between them, slide her fingers inside the youth’s panties and give her cunt a quick caress. Ashley could feel the wetness, and she also felt the girl’s back arch against her, pressing on her breasts, as she gave a few seconds of swift massage to the teen’s pussy. Then the bus stopped, its doors opened, and they all stepped down together onto the sidewalk.

The girl’s two companions at once set off to walk briskly towards the school entrance, but the pretty brunette lingered, looking coyly at Ashley through half-lowered lashes. Ashley smiled warmly at her, and introduced herself: ‘Hi, I’m Ashley.’

The girl, slightly flushed and clearly excited, replied: ‘Hi, I’m Christina – Tina to my friends’.

It was just the flirtatious opening Ashley needed, and at once she came back with: ‘I hope we will be friends!’

Encouraged, the teenager threw all caution to the winds: ‘Oh, yes!’ she responded breathlessly, and then, without any subtlety but with clear meaning, she added: ‘I’d like us to be very close friends’, giving her hips an enticing wiggle.

The other passengers had all moved away down the street by now, and the girl’s two companions were almost out of sight. With a glance in either direction, Ashley grasped the girl’s hand, and tugged her behind a large nearby tree, out of view from the road. Quickly pushing the pretty teenager back against the tree trunk, she kissed her firmly and deeply, and the girl’s lips parted willingly as she thrust her own tongue into Ashley’s mouth in return. Ashley fondled the schoolgirl’s budding breasts, which were a little above average in size for her probable age, for surely she could be barely sixteen. Then, the young woman’s breath caught for a moment, as the girl boldly took the initiative – her hands dived down to grasp Ashley’s skirt and undo the two remaining buttons, letting it hang wide open, after which she pushed her eager fingers onto Ashley’s bare pussy. All of this sexual activity had taken mere seconds, as both of them knew they would be seen if anyone should walk round the tree.

Ashley put her hands on the brunette’s shoulders, and it needed only the hint of a push downwards for the girl to get the idea at once. ‘This little bitch has done this before,’ Ashley thought to herself in delighted amazement. Christina dropped to her haunches, her face exactly at the level of Ashley’s bare exposed pussy; her mouth latched onto it like a limpet, her tongue questing and wriggling its way in. Whether from luck or experience, the tip of her tongue almost immediately found the hood of Ashley’s clitoris, making the young woman gasp in ecstasy. Between this stimulation and the erotic thrill of making love in such a public place, it only took a few seconds for Ashley to climax, and Christina withdrew a tongue coated with womanly juices. ‘I have to get to college’, she said regretfully; ‘If I’m late again, Miss Petersham will keep me after school and – punish me.’ Something about the way in which that last phrase was said suggested a great deal more than appeared on the surface, and Ashley was fully convinced that this girl had tasted female pussy before. She came to a swift decision – whilst she would need to be very careful with fucking an under-age girl, this one was just too hot and willing to walk away from. Ashley took one of her business cards from her purse, and scribbled her private cell-phone number on the back. Then she slipped it into the girl’s jacket pocket, saying ‘If you want more, call me’, kissed the piece of jailbait quickly once again, and turned away. Behind her, the girl replied softly, but clearly enough to carry to her ears: ‘I’ll call you tonight.’

Ashley was on tenterhooks all day, wondering if the girl would keep her promise, or have second thoughts and lose her nerve. She was lying on the mattress of her double-bed, watching one of her favourite lesbian DVDs (Older Women & Younger Women 3), fingering herself during the scene where Sharon Kane as a school inspector fucks a trainee teacher, and she had more or less given up hope when her phone rang just before 11 p.m. It was Christina’s voice, and she apologised for leaving it so late; she had had to wait for privacy in her own room, so she had just got into bed; she added saucily, perhaps emboldened by the distance, ‘I wish you were in here with me’.

‘So do I, babe, so do I!’Ashley fervently assured her. She asked what the pretty teen was wearing, and felt her own juices loosening when the reply came: ‘nothing, nothing at all’. Christina posed the same question back, and seemed thrilled when Ashley recounted what she had been doing, and described her present outfit of a red bra, black suspender tights and red strappy heels. Ashley then said that although she couldn’t be there to touch Christina herself, she would guide her hands as if she was.

‘Oooh! yes!’, replied the schoolgirl with bubbling enthusiasm.

So they had phone sex, as Ashley instructed the girl’s hands to roam slowly over her own body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, stroking up her inner thighs and finally massaging her pussy and slit. By this stage, Christina’s breathing had become ragged and more nasal, her lips clamped shut to prevent cries escaping which might call the attention of one of her parents. At last, she dropped the phone onto the bed beside herself, clapped her left hand over her mouth, and suddenly and frantically plunged the first two fingers of her right hand in and out of her vagina, rapidly taking herself to a whimpering crescendo and then collapsing back onto the soft mattress.

‘Oh, my God!’ she gasped into the phone, ‘Oh, wowie! – that was just so amazing, I’ve never done myself so good like that before! Thanks, Ashley!’ Then she asked if she could listen to Ashley making herself come, and the older woman happily obliged – her flat was in an old building with solid walls, and she did not have to worry about neighbours overhearing. After describing to Christina the large, ribbed vibrator which she took out of her bedside cabinet, she put the phone on a nearby cushion and pushed the throbbing machine deep into herself. It soon began to work its usual magic, and she left it there as her hands gripped the sheets on each side and her pelvis arched into the air. She began to moan in ecstasy, the vibrator pressing against her vaginal walls and rubbing her clitoris, and gave a series of shouts as she came. After a few seconds to recover her breath, Ashley picked up the phone again.

‘Well, honey, and how was it for you?’ she asked in an amused drawl.

‘The earth moved,’ replied Christina with a peal of girlish laughter, before adding in a more serious tone: ‘no, really, it was fantastic’. She continued to say that she thought Ashley was so hot, and admitted that she had been eyeing her on the bus for the last few weeks, and had fantasised about her when masturbating.

‘I really, really want to have sex with you,’ Christina concluded, almost begging: ‘can we? Can I come to your place, maybe on the weekend? Would you like me to?’

‘Oh, yes!’ answered Ashley, ‘very definitely – you know, I’ve been thinking about you all day – I had to go to the ladies washroom four times and sit in a cubicle frigging myself, you got me so hot and bothered!’ They talked for a while longer, and arranged to meet on Saturday at 12 noon; Christina would tell her parents that she was shopping in the city and then going straight on to a party, and would be home around midnight; in fact, she would meet Ashley in the square in front of the city hall, and be driven back to her apartment for hours of sexual pleasure.

When Saturday morning arrived, Christina put some thought into her outfit and arrived at their rendezvous looking as tempting as a strawberry milkshake. She wore a pair of brief figure-hugging pink shorts and a skimpy white terry-cloth top; she had no bra, and the size and shape of her budding young breasts were easily visible, as were the pin-points of her nipples. Her healthy sun-browned teenage legs were in a pair of pink trainers, topped with cute white ankle socks. It was an ensemble that looked innocent and youthful on the surface, but with her developing curves, and most of all her tight and jutting ass, it also screamed ‘fuck me!’ to the seasoned eye. She had drawn many lustful looks as she walked the half-mile from her home to the terminus at the far end of the bus line; mostly from men, which of course she completely ignored, but two or three from females.

The boldest of these regards had been from a young woman in her early 20s who was sitting astride a large shiny motorcycle; she appraised Christina with interest as she walked past, and the mischievous teen deliberately put some extra sway into her hips and wiggle in her ass. A couple of minutes later, the bike drew up alongside her and then idled back to match her walking pace.

‘Can I give you a ride, honey?’ asked the woman, with a half-smile and unmistakeable innuendo.

Christina stopped, and turned to look at her. The rider was very attractive in a slightly butch way: fortunately, she had no tattoos, piercings or unpleasant things of that sort – in fact, she looked more like a college graduate who enjoyed riding powerful motorcycles. Her helmet was clipped to a bracket behind her seat, and the breeze ruffled her blonde hair which was cut quite short, but with style and not in a dykeish crew-cut. Her body was slim but looked strong, and she was wearing rider’s black leather boots, trousers and jacket. The latter had a silver zip that closed it diagonally rather than vertically, and as the woman brought the bike to a standstill with one hand, with the other she pulled the zip down half its length. The leather jacket hung open in such a way that from Christina’s angle of view she could see that the woman was naked beneath it, and that without the support of a bra two shapely breasts were swinging gently. Her interest was so obvious that the woman laughed and said, ‘You can touch, if you like.’

Christina needed no second invitation, and slipped her hand in to cup and stroke the nearest mound – it was softly firm, and cool from its shaded enclosure. ‘So?’, said the woman, invitingly patting the pillion seat behind her. With real regret, Christina took her hand away, and took a step back. She did not want to miss her assignation with Ashley, who had made a big impact on her, but she certainly was not going to let this amazing opportunity slip by if she could help it. ‘I’m sorry – I have to meet someone today,’ she said, adding hopefully ‘but if I was to walk here this time tomorrow, could I meet you again?’ The woman looked at her watch, and then again appraisingly at the luscious teen body before her.

She shook her head regretfully: ‘I couldn’t be here, babe,’ but then she added more cheerfully: ‘me and some friends meet with our bikes at the gates of Rochfort Park every Sunday at eleven o’clock, before going for a good ride in the country – meet us there, and you can come too.’

Christina thought for a second – the park was not very far from her home – and then, to be sure of what she was getting into, she asked: ‘These friends – are they men?’

The woman on the bike laughed, and with a genuine smile said, ‘Oh no, honey – no pricks, it’s just us girls’. Then she leant forwards, cupped her hand on the crotch of Christina’s pretty-in-pink tight little shorts, rubbed her thumb up and down the vaginal mound that could be easily felt through the soft thin felt material, and added: ‘If you like that sort of thing?’.

‘Oh, yes!’, Christina said with something of a gasp, for the woman was close to stimulating her clitoris through the thin shorts and the skimpy panties she had on underneath. And then she did something she had never tried before, and coyly batted her eyelashes at the woman, adding in a suddenly husky tone: ‘I’m your girl.’

‘You will be, babe, that’s a promise’, said the biker woman with evident lust and anticipation. Then she revved her engine, put her feet on the pedals, and roared way, giving a casual wave and leaving in her wake a swirl of dust and leaves, and a delightful tingle of anticipation between Christina’s legs.

Her sexual excitement hardly subsided during the bus ride into the city, and so when she met Ashley at the appointed place and time, she was more than ripe for the plucking – and the fucking. Ashley had realised from the swift grope behind the tree on Thursday morning that whilst this teen might be young, she was hot and very willing. However, she was still surprised by how eager Christina was to get right down to fucking – in fact, they had barely closed the front door of Ashley’s house, before Christina was starting to undo the young woman’s shirt buttons and reach for her tits. They stumbled and fumbled their way to the bedroom, and fell together onto the wide mattress, which earlier Ashley had stripped of everything except its black satin undersheet.

Almost in a frenzy, Christina knelt in the middle of this, the contrast between her pink shorts and baby-girl top and the sexy black bedding making her look even more young and alluring. With a rapid movement, she tore off her top, freeing her small pert breasts, and then in almost a single movement she shucked out of the pink pants and the very brief white panties that had been underneath them, and lay back, spreading her legs wide open. ‘Fuck me, please – fuck me!’, she gasped in her state of tremulous arousal.

Ashley needed no more invitation, discarding her short white skirt, scarlet halter top and black thong panties – she had been wearing no bra or stockings. However, she kept on her favourite white plastic boots (she knew that to be slightly clothed was often a more erotic appearance than total nudity, and boots were the most practical as well as the most sexy item to retain). She placed a hand under each of Christina’s buttocks, and jerked the girl’s body down the bed towards her, an action which had the effect of spreading the teen even more open. With no more delay, Ashley applied her expert tongue and mouth to the wet pink slit in front of her, and within moments of her rhythmic licking, she could feel the girl’s pelvis bucking beneath her as she built to a rapid climax. When this broke, Ashley did not stop but rather varied the areas she was probing and the speed, and over the next five minutes took Christina to the crest of the wave at least four more times – by the last two, the young girl was almost screaming in her passion, and smacking her arms down on the bed as her body arched upwards, with only her heels and the shoulder-blades still resting on the sheet. All the time, she called encouragement: ‘Oh, yes! Please! More! Yes, yes, yes!’, followed by cruder cries of ‘Fuck me, fuck me harder, do me, fuck my cunt!’

When Ashley at last withdrew her lips from the young girl’s pussy after this amazingly energetic initial encounter, she expected the pretty teen to be satiated. But the incident with the biker (and anticipation of its consummation the next day), together with lust for Ashley, had given Christina a youthful energy that was not to be brooked. She was lying with her legs still spread apart, her cunt-hole now gaping open and dribbling cum-juices, her face bathed in sweat and her brown hair tangled and damp. She looked straight up at Ashley and said calmly: ‘Fuck me with a strap-on, please.’ Ashley half-raised one eyebrow in surprise – she had not even been sure if the girl was still a virgin, never mind being familiar with such lesbian devices. However, it confirmed her instinct that even if young, this was no innocent novice to womanly love. Still, ‘You sure?’ she checked, walking over to her wardrobe. On seeing Christina’s firm and definite nod, she selected a strap-on of moderate length and girth – for this was still a young girl, and she had no wish to give her a bad experience. Returning to the bed as she tightened the three straps which held the dildo firmly in place, she was reassured and aroused to see the anticipation with which Christina was regarding it.

The girl had stuck two of her fingers up herself, working away to keep her cunt open and lubricated. Ashley knelt between her lithe legs, and then lowered forwards to insert the strap-on slowly into its nesting place in the schoolgirl’s pussy. It slid in easily, so that Ashley’s stomach rested on the teenage flatness of Christina’s belly, the warm contact further arousing them both. Ashley held her upper body a little way above the girl, with her arms on either side of her shoulders, in a position a little like doing press-ups. Gazing directly into the teen’s lustful eyes, she then lowered herself so that her firm breasts were brushing Christina’s perky ones, their erect nipples rubbing against each other. The schoolgirl gave a soft moan, moving her hips further open, and Ashley pushed forwards, sliding the dildo in further. Then, as her mouth locked onto Christina’s for a long, passionate French kiss, she started to pump her buttocks up and down, pulling the dildo in and out of the teenager’s pussy with regular strokes, building up to a faster intensity.

After a minute or so, Christina moved her legs up to wrap in a cross-over around Ashley’s lower back, and she reached for her experienced lover’s buttocks. Taking a firm grip with both hands, she pulled on them to drive the strap-on into herself harder on each forward stroke, whilst bucking upwards to meet it the other way. Not long after this, Christina’s body was wracked by a rippling series of orgasms, just as Ashley herself came from the friction of the strap-on between her legs and the unbelievable excitement of giving such a vigorous fucking to a girl who was so young but so eager. Ashley withdrew the plastic dildo, and rolled onto the bed next to Christina, cupping the girl’s left breast in her hand and gently stroking the nipple.

‘Wow, that was something, babe’, she acknowledged.

To her amazement, the hungry teen still lusted for more. Pushing Ashley completely onto her back, the schoolgirl straddled her, offering her cunt to the woman’s mouth for attention. After a few moments, she shifted down Ashley’s prone body, lifting her slim pelvis over the strap-on which now pointed at the ceiling, and lowering her pussy onto it like a rider mounting a horse. Once it had entered her fully, Christina leant forwards and grasped Ashley’s breasts as if they were the handle-bars of a bike, and had her own sweet tits grasped in return. With shrill and mounting cries of ecstasy, she began bouncing up and down as if Ashley was a trampoline and she was a gymnast going for Olympic gold. Her self-fucking on the dildo was so energetic that at one point she nearly fell over, but Ashley, breathless and amazed, quickly shifted her grip from Christina’s breasts to hold her by the waist – and then, as well as steadying her, she used the grip to give the girl’s downward thrusts additional impetus.

‘Oh! Yes!! Yes!!!’ gasped the almost incoherent teenager, as she rose to the biggest and longest climax of all. After this, she was ready to rest for a while. She let Christina take her into the shower, where they enjoyed soaping and washing each other; Ashley changed the sweat-soaked sheet for a new one, arranged some cushions, and they curled up together for a cuddle – before returning to passionate sexual athletics twice more later in the day, but taking longer in slow arousal and satisfaction. They shared a meal and two glasses of wine in the bed, wearing only bras and panties – Christina spending a happy hour looking through Ashley’s underwear drawer and making a selection, although even after adjusting the straps the bra cups were too large for her. After a further orgasmic bout, in which Christina asked to be fucked with the strap-on from behind, doggy-style, she took another shower to take away any revealing pussy-juice odours.

A little before 10.00 p.m., Ashley drove Christina to within a block of where the party she was supposed to be attending was taking place, and after a swift kiss and a definite promise to spend next Saturday the same way, the teen hopped out of the car. Ashley waited a minute before driving off, fingering herself (she had put on a mini-skirt to come out, but no panties) as the girl’s pert ass in the short tight pink pants wiggled away down the street in front of her. Just before turning the corner, Christina turned back, and blew a kiss in the direction of the car, and knew her gesture had been seen when the headlights blinked once.

Earlier that afternoon, after the first marathon of fucking, as they lay talking, legs wrapped around each other’s naked bodies, and hands gently caressing each other’s breasts and pussies, Christina told Ashley about the biker girl, explaining why she had been so hot to trot when she had arrived at Ashley’s house. The latter had savoured the image, thinking a little jealously ‘you lucky little tart’ (for nothing like that had ever come her way as a teenager), when a more positive thought struck her. Rising on one elbow to look down at the enticing young body she had just fucked almost senseless, she asked ‘I wonder if they would mind if I came along too?’, adding at once, so that Christina would not feel she was being possessive or cramping her style: ‘You go with the blonde, of course.’

In truth, Christina had been having a few anxieties about the bikers, and was glad that an adult would be along to check things out. So they arranged that Ashley would collect Christina at a shopping mall a few minutes walk from her home, and they would drive to the park and meet the biker girl together. Then the talk turned to other intimate secrets. As to age, Ashley’s guess had been close: although bold in character and physically developing, Christina was only three weeks past her sixteenth birthday. She was already a convinced lesbian with no desire for boys at all, but her parents suspected nothing – her best friends might perhaps have guessed, and the two on the bus had actually messed around with her a bit, but unlike Christina they were not yet really sure of their feelings and sexual orientation.

Just before 11.00 am. on the Sunday morning, the young woman and the peachy teen arrived at the car park at the gates of the city’s largest park. It was not busy, and the trees planted to give shade to the parking lot created many secluded areas and pools of shadow. In the furthest corner they saw the gleam of chrome and metal, and the sleek shapes of some powerful bikes. Ashley parked her car nearby, and they started to walk towards them – Ashley deliberately hanging back to let Christina take the lead. Both had carefully selected their outfits to be sexually enticing: Christina had decided to be similar in style to yesterday, partly to be sure that the biker woman would recognise her, but she had added a pair of white boots from her cheerleader outfit below the petite pink shorts. Above these, she had chosen something ostensibly more modest than the previous day, but in fact even sexier. This was a matching pink tight-fitting sweater with long sleeves and a ribbed roll-neck, made of a thin lambswool material which clung to her contours and left nothing at all to the imagination. There was clearly no bra underneath it, and the swell of Christina’s growing breasts and their stiff nipples was very evident. The teen was wearing sunglasses in the bright light, and her pretty hair was pulled back and framed by a pink plastic Alice-band, making her look even more sweet and innocent.

Ashley’s look was deliberately more mature, but also even more clearly signalled her sexual availability. She also wore boots – her favourite, all-purpose black ones – and showed a long length of exposed thigh below a tight mini-skirt made of black stretch fabric; it took only a glance at this to note the absence of any visible panty-line, and correctly to deduce that she was naked under the brief skirt. Her top was a red halter with ties behind the neck, but also visible – in a sexy way – were the straps of the black under-wired bra which was ensuring that her breasts were pushed together and lifted up so as to be as eye-catching as possible. At present, her chest was partly hidden by the old and battered leather jacket that completed her ensemble, at the moment unzipped and hanging wide open in the slight breeze.

There were eight bikes, but only a dozen women around them, either seated on the saddles or standing and talking; it was clear that not everyone already had a partner with them. The group’s conversation died away as the cute teen and attractive young woman approached, and Christina suddenly spotted the blonde biker – she had been sitting on her machine with her back towards them, but now turned to face her. Her face broadened in a welcoming smile when she saw the pretty schoolgirl, although she had also taken in the striking woman just a few paces further back. She concentrated her gaze on Christina, and said: ‘Well, I’m glad you made it, babe – I’ll tell you, I’ve been thinking of you quite a few times since yesterday,’ at which a couple of the nearby women laughed, one saying ‘Too right, she has’, whilst the other crudely mimed the ramming of a vibrator in and out of her crotch.

Christina blushed prettily at this, and then asked: ‘I hope you don’t mind that I brought a friend?’

‘Not at all’, quickly replied the blonde biker, ‘our motto is always, the more the merrier.’ She then gave Ashley a frank appraisal, during which the young woman swung her leather jacket off her shoulders, the movement both revealing and accentuating the curve of her breasts. The blonde biker was not alone in regarding the figure before them with frank appreciation, and there were a couple of soft wolf-whistles. The biker nodded once, as if having decided something, and then smiled at the teenager. ‘Is this who you were going to meet yesterday? – I can see why you were torn, and I’m certainly not offended!’ Christina confirmed this, and then the blonde once again tapped the passenger seat behind her invitingly. This time there was no hesitation, and the teenager practically leapt onto the saddle. The blonde then held out her hand to Ashley, and introduced herself as Jacqui. ‘I’m sure you’ll have plenty of offers of a ride, honey’, she said in an accent that hinted at an upbringing in the south; ‘our rule is not to have permanent pairings, so who you ride with is only a commitment for today.’ Ashley nodded her understanding, and glanced around. Four of the bikes had a couple near them, but the remaining three had only a rider each, and one of these was beckoning Ashley towards her.

With eager anticipation, Ashley responded. The woman she walked towards was one of the oldest in the group, although still only in her late 20s. She was the older, taller and fuller-figured of the two black women amongst the bikers. She was wearing leather boots that came half-way up her thighs, and then an incredibly short black mini-skirt that barely earned the name, as the base of her crotch was almost visible. Her leather jacket above this had the top third unzipped, showing the smooth chocolate-coloured tops of a stunning pair of large ripe breasts, with no visible sign of a supporting bra. This vision took Ashley’s breath away, and she was almost weak-kneed as she was drawn by the beckoning finger and the gleam in the tall woman’s dark eyes. As Ashley arrived in front of the black goddess, Jacqui called out: ‘Ready to ride, babes?’, and the others mounted their bikes and started the engines.

Christina whispered to Jacqui, slightly nervously: ‘I’ve never been on a bike before – where do I hold on?’

Jacqui looked at her over her shoulder, eyes dancing, and replied: ‘Wherever you like, honey.’

Christina placed her hands on Jacqui’s hips, and then realised there were other, more interesting, possibilities. Snuggling forwards so that her front was pressed tight to the biker’s back, she moved her hands up under Jacqui’s leather jacket, and was rewarded by the prize that she glimpsed yesterday. The woman was nude under the jacket, and Christine with a purr fastened her hands around her shapely breasts and began gently to massage the nipples.

At the other bike, the black woman looked directly at Ashley, and stated simply: ‘Hi, I’m Belinda’. Ashley nodded and gave her name in return, and was rewarded by a brief but dazzling smile. As Belinda swung onto her bike and her incredibly short skirt rode up for a moment, Ashley was sure that she was afforded a glimpse of naked cunt, although as this was also black she was tantalisingly uncertain. Getting onto the pillion seat and sliding her hands up the sides of the figure in front of her, she made a similar discovery to Christina; in fact, though there was no rule about it, most of the bikers wore nothing under their jackets, and very often no panties – the direct feel of the wind on their cunts as they drove was a very arousing sensation. Ashley savoured the feel of the heavy ripe breasts of the statuesque black woman, as the group of bikes wheeled out of the parking lot onto the highway.

For about forty minutes, they took an exhilarating ride out of the city and up into the surrounding hills and woods. After a while, the bikes turned off onto a minor country road, and then again onto a dirt track that wound through dense pine forest, slowly rising upwards. Suddenly, they emerged from the dark shadows of the woods into bright sunshine at the top of a hill, with a vista opening up in front of them to the south and west. The hilltop was crowned with a wildflower meadow of about one acre, and towards the back of this, near to the forest, was a low wooden cabin which looked quite old and a bit run-down. It turned out that this had been in Jacqui’s family for generations and was currently owned by her aunt. This lady, a spinster in her 50s who had been forced to hide her lesbianism for most of her life, thoroughly approved of her favourite niece’s lifestyle and was happy for her and her friends to use it as a meeting-place whenever they wished.

The biker girls produced sandwiches and fruit from the panniers on the backs of their bikes, and the fridge in cabin had already been well-stocked with chilled beers. They brought out several large wool blankets and spread them out on the soft grass for a picnic in the warm June sunshine. Many of the women shed their leather jackets to go topless, and some discarded even more of their clothes, down to just a bra and panties, or – in one case – just a skimpy G-string. Christina decided to stay demure in her ‘pretty-in-pink’ outfit, mainly because she could tell from the constant glances she was getting how much it was turning Jacqui on. Meanwhile, Belinda slipped Ashley’s leather jacket off her shoulders and admired her figure in the halter top and underwired bra; she gently ran her hand over the white woman’s clothes, but did not remove them. The happy sound of girlish laughter echoed across the field, as the biker girls and their friends enjoyed a lazy lunch washed down with cool beer.

After this, the gathering started to break up into couples, each taking a blanket but not moving very far apart. Jacqui took Christina by the hand, saying throatily:

‘I want you, babe, my God! I want you so bad!’

Christina batted her eyelashes at her, and coyly asked: ‘Do you ... really?’

‘Feel for yourself,’ replied Jacqui breathlessly, as she undid the fastening of her leather trousers, pulled down the zip, and revealed the black thong panties underneath. The biker took the sweet teen’s hand and thrust it down inside the thong, and Christina gave a soft purr of arousal as her fingers encountered Jacqui’s cunt – soft, warm, wet and invitingly open. Jacqui took the young schoolgirl to her blanket, pulling her down for a long kiss. Her mouth moved down to Christina’s pert tits, whilst her hand found the crotch of her pants, which was so tight that the lips and cleft of her pussy were visible in what is often called ‘cameltoe’ through the thin stretch fabric.

Belinda and Ashley had already begun kissing, their hands running over each other’s tops. Next, Belinda took their blanket and placed it alongside Jacqui’s, slightly overlapping, and urged Ashley down to lie on her back alongside Christina. Belinda undressed the young woman, whilst Jacqui was simultaneously stripping the pretty schoolgirl, tugging her sweater over her head and then peeling the cute pink hot-pants down her thighs. Very soon, the two visitors were naked apart from their boots – Christina’s bright shiny white ones, and Ashley’s glossy black ones. They exchanged a look and reached out to hold each other’s hands, watching in pleasure as above them Jacqui and Belinda kissed and sensuously undressed each other, until the two biker women also only had their boots on.

In a unison of movement that might have been choreographed, the bikers knelt between the spread legs of their new-found lovers, and then leant forward to fondle their breasts and take each nipple in turn into their mouths, nibbling on it with their teeth. Almost simultaneously, Ashley and Christina let out a deep groan, and opened their legs even more. The bikers needed no invitation, and they trailed their tongues down from their breasts, across their navels and to the top of their slits. The two prone figures gasped, their grip on each other’s hands tightening for a moment. Jacqui and Belinda began assiduously to apply their considerable skills and experience in pussy-slurping to the inviting vaginas which were spread in front of them, the labia peeling back like the petals of flowers. Within a few moments, both Christina and Ashley were giving vent to shuddering moans, their backs arching off the ground and their free hands clutching convulsively at the blanket material, as their orgasms exploded.

After the two guests subsided, panting heavily, they were rolled unresistingly onto their stomachs and their legs were pushed under them, hoisting their asses up in the air. The teen and the young woman did not seem to mind this at all, in fact they waggled their hips and bottoms in a deliberately tantalising way. Looking over their shoulders, they saw Jacqui strip completely naked, removing her leather trousers, her boots and her panties. Belinda, smiling wickedly down at the luscious sight of Ashley’s outthrust hips and buttocks, shed her micro-skirt but retained her impressive boots. Both of the biker women then produced strap-on dildos, and the sight of these fuck-weapons being buckled into place sent a shiver of anticipation down the spines of both Christina and Ashley; they looked at each other, smiled, and again reached out to clasp and hold each other’s hands.

Within a few seconds, they were both deeply penetrated and were being ridden as if the biker girls were jockeys competing during the final furlong of a major race – in this case, the destination was not a winning post, but which young woman they could make to come the soonest and the longest. Belinda had a few tricks up her sleeve and, as she drilled in and out of Ashley’s vagina, she started to deliver a firm smack with the palm of her hand, alternating between the right buttock and the left. She also had sufficient reach that she could take a firm grip on Ashley’s juicy swinging breasts, and she used them ruthlessly, like the handlebars on a bicycle.

Christina had her eyes held tightly closed and was making a kind of hissing noise between her teeth, with her face pressed into the fabric of the blanket. Jacqui paused for a second in her shafting and raked her fingernails down the pretty teenager’s back from her neck to the underneath of her ass, not hard enough to cut through the skin but firmly enough to leave a deep red trail. When her fingers reached their destination of Christina’s pudenda, they prized it open and Jacqui slammed the dildo in deeper than ever. Christina let out a high-pitched shriek, her whole body jiggling as if she was being subjected to electric shocks, and then she slumped down in a daze. Such was Belinda’s command and dexterity, her force and instinctive feel for pace, that the much more experienced Ashley was equally putty in her hands, and exhibited no more self-control than the teen next to her, whimpering softly as the firm plastic rod was jerked in and out of her by the thrusts of Belinda’s pelvis. Ashley’s climax was equally earth-moving; afterwards, between heaving gulps for breath, she gazed across the gap to Christina and smiled sultrily at her; licking her lips, Christina smiled contentedly back.

Jacqui and Belinda now asked their guests what pleasure they would like to take of them, and both knew at once what they wanted to do to the biker babes. Christina’s choice was a slow and loving 69 with Jacqui lying on top of her, and the blonde was more than happy to oblige her pretty young conquest. Ashley gained a sudden surge of energy: she could not resist the chance to take her turn with a strap-on, but she wanted to give it to Belinda with the black woman on her back, legs spread wide, so that Ashley see her face and grab her tits whilst she fucked her. For the next twenty minutes there were heard the intermingled sounds of gasps, grunts, moans and the sharp high notes of orgasms attained time and again, as the biker women proved as happy to receive as they had been to give. Afterwards, all four females lay together in a warm and loving heap, stroking, fondling and kissing each other, until the afternoon air started to cool. Then they went back inside the cabin and waited their turn to use the shower room – this was one of the cabin’s most enjoyable features, having been deliberately built by Jacqui’s aunt to be spacious enough for several people to have fun together.

In the early evening, the women got back on the bikes – in many cases, slightly cautiously, as their cunts and asses were soft and tender from repeated penetrations. They drove back down to the highway and sped along into the city, roaring into the parking lot at Rochfort Park and circling round it to where Ashley’s car was parked. She stepped from Belinda’s pillion seat, rather reluctantly withdrawing her hands from under the busty woman’s leather jacket, where she had acted as a human bra and had held her breasts cupped in her hands all the way home. Ashley stood for a moment gazing into Belinda’s eyes, and the sexy black babe regarded her steadily back with a serious and thoughtful look. Ashley leaned forward to kiss the biker gently on the lips, and then swallowed before saying, with a shaky tone in her voice:

‘Until next time, then ...’, adding with unusual shyness, ‘if you want, that is?’

The hint of her usual laughter returned to Belinda’s eyes and the curve of her lips, but there was no doubting her sincerity as she drew Ashley back into her embrace, letting one hand slide up under the black-haired beauty’s skirt to stroke her naked pussy-cleft.

‘Oh, yes,’ answered Belinda, ‘I want that very much.’ Then she pulled a piece of paper from the pocket of her jacket, and pressed it into the palm of Ashley’s hand. Belinda revved her bike engine, put her foot back on the pedal, and said quietly but clearly: ‘Call me, we can get together during the week, if you like’, before her bike roared away.

‘I will,’ whispered Ashley to the black woman’s disappearing back, ‘Oh, you betcha, babe, I will!’

She turned, and saw that Christina was having an equally long and affectionate farewell with Jacqui, and noticed with a smile that the blonde biker could not resist cupping the crotch of Christina’s tight pink shorts in the palm of her hand, and rubbing it possessively. Then she too departed, the last biker to ride away, leaving a sudden silence behind her in the deserted parking lot.

Ashley drove Christina near to her house, parked in the shade of a large tree, and looked at her passenger. The only word to describe the pretty teen, she thought, was ‘radiant’. Christina positively glowed with pleasure and satisfaction on top of her natural youthful prettiness and vitality. The girl looked across at Ashley with shining eyes, slipping a hand across her thigh to push up the driver’s short black mini-skirt and touch her puffy pussy lips.

‘I’ve had such a great time this weekend, Ashley, I can’t thank you enough!’ she said.

‘I should thank you,’ Ashley replied, with a warm laugh, ‘it was you who found Jacqui, and got us all that fun today! Thanks for letting me come along.’

Christina grinned back at her, and then said with sincerity: ‘It wouldn’t have been the same without you – in fact, I think I would have been too scared to go on my own.’ Then the pink-clad poppet leant across and kissed the young woman fondly for a moment, before asking brightly:

‘So – when can I see you again?’

Ashley was thrilled – she hadn’t been quite sure if Christina would treat this as one-off, hadn’t wanted to count on anything lest her hopes be dashed. The black-haired woman smiled with pleasure as she looked at the gorgeous sixteen-year-old, offering up a mental prayer of thanks to the goddesses of lesbian love. They arranged to meet on Wednesday – Ashley would put in some extra hours at work on Monday and Tuesday, and then leave in mid-afternoon on Wednesday, picking Christina up in her car from a pre-arranged rendezvous a little away from the high school.

And so began their weekly and weekend pattern. Christina came to Ashley’s house on Wednesday afternoons and Saturday afternoons and evenings, and on Sundays Ashley collected her and they drove to the meeting place of the biker girls and spent the day with them. Christina was keen to experience as much as possible, and rode with all the women at different times. Ashley, however, almost always got onto Belinda’s pillion seat – in fact, so much so that it was clear that they were becoming something of a couple; this was underlined by the fact that they generally met up twice during the week, sometimes sleeping together over-night at Ashley’s apartment and sometimes at Belinda’s. After a while, the only other person who claimed rides with Belinda was Christina from time to time, and Ashley never begrudged her sweet young lover from a share of enjoying Belinda’s superb breasts and practised love-making skills. Early in the following year, after talking it over, Ashley and Belinda pooled their resources and found a larger, more central apartment which they bought together. On the day they moved in, their first visitor, appropriately enough, was Christina, and she helped them to christen their large new double-bed with an energetic threesome; afterwards, she was their most regular visitor.


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