Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2012 10:13:00 -0400
From: Joe Mamma <joemamma619@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little Biker Chick installment one

Writer's disclaimer: You know the kind of stuff that is posted here.  Don't
read it if you may be offended.  I have a fertile mind and this story is
the result of my perverted thoughts, not actions.  There is a fairly
lengthy introduction because I want to set the mood of Ken's firsts
encounter with Katie and her parents.  Be patient, but have tissues handy.

Biker Sunday

The Sunday of the blessing of the bikes, or "Biker Sunday" at the smallish
rural church back in my home area turned out to be more than just a nice
day with good people and an enjoyable motorcycle ride through the central
Kentucky countryside.

I'm a divorced man having had two unsuccessful marriages behind me.  My
boys are both in college, I do have a girlfriend of sorts who spends time
with me but for the most part I'm blissfully single, spending lots of time
with my internet cuties (stuff that would put me in jail if you catch my
drift) choking the chicken to tasty treats of pre-teen and early teen boys
and girls.

My sexual preferences for adult partners is nearly exclusively
heterosexual. but there is something about 9-12 year old girls and 10-14
year old boys that brings my blood to a boil and makes my cock rigid.

That Sunday morning started out very pleasantly with what ultimately ended
up being about 50 bikes, their riders and the occasional youngster.  We
gathered in the parking lot of the church and visited, looking over each
other's rides comparing features of each and talking about various places
we've traveled on the motorcycles.

I'd been there about 20 minutes when a pair of bikes came along and parked
next to my ride.  Turns out it was a husband with a kid on one bike and the
mother of the family on another.  My attention initially was on the
bikes. A nice BMW 1300RT and a Honda Magna, but it was the size of the
passenger on the BMW that piqued my interest as he (or she) was about the
size of my fantasy lovers.  As the riders settled their bikes, the woman
took off her helmet revealing an attractive auburn haired lady who was
maybe in her mid thirties.  The Dad was the next to take off the helmet and
he was a sandy haired fellow of about the same age as the lady.  We
exchanged pleasantries as the youngster, still helmeted, got off the BMW
like a pro, careful to avoid scuffing the side bags and settle down in a
standing position next to the bike.

The child was dressed in heavy jean pants and a motorcycle jacket designed
for protection so it was nearly impossible to tell the sex of this kid but
it was clear that he or she was in my preferred age range.  Although
admittedly a perv I still don't want to be considered as one so I work very
hard to keep my eyes diverted and prevent prolonged gazes at the objects of
my desire so it was out of the corner of my eye, as I exchanging greetings
with the Dad that I saw the black full face helmet come off and a peaches
and cream, freckled girl undid her flaming red hair and let it fall to the
middle of her back.  Pretty green eyes flashed at me as she said "hello"
and proceeded to unzip her jacket.

It took all I had to keep my eyes from popping out of my head and look at
her dad when I was talking to him.  I did however catch a glimpse of her
just larger than Hershey kiss sized nipples atop the slightest of twin
breast swellings that were prominently displayed thanks to the elasticized
band of her top.  She was wearing what I call a 'sun-top' that had thin
shoulder straps, a 3-4 inch elasticized area that surrounded her chest at
breast level, then a flowing sort of semi- pleated bottom that slightly
billowed out over her lower back and tummy to about the middle of her
cantaloupe shaped and sized ass cheeks.


I hoped that no one present heard my intake of breath as my eyes darted,
quickly enough to avoid raising suspicion I hoped, over this beautiful
little girl's budding body.  It only took a millisecond to scan her face,
chest, tummy, hips, ass and legs.  She was certainly vivacious and
immediately commenced chatting to her mom, whose name I learned was Carol
and Andrew her Dad.

Her hair was the kind of red that jumped out at you. flaming red, that hung
down to just below her shoulder blades.  It was parted in the middle and
had the slightest of waves to it but looking closer you could tell that,
left un-tamed, would be quite frizzy under certain circumstances.

Her eyes were more hazel than green now that I'd had a close look.  There
were gold-like flecks scattered about and there was the definite sparkle
one associates with a happy healthy little girl.  Her face had rounded
features, prominent cheeks caused by the tiny bit of baby fat left on her.
Her complexion was definitely peaches and cream with tiny to small sized
freckles scattered about.  Her teeth were very even and very white albeit
still on the large size for her face.by the time she attained full adult
size they would be perfect.  Her smile was, if it were to be categorized,
illuminating.

Her shoulders had the same creamy complexion as her face.  The smoothness
of her shoulders blended in with the base of her neck in a very alluring
manner.  I noticed that she did not seem to be the kind of redhead that
burned but rather tanned ever so slightly.

All of this description was burned into my mind in the brief seconds as she
took off her jacket, wiggled her jeans into a more comfortable position on
her coltish legs.  This readjustment of her clothing emphasized in an
alternating manner the firmness of her ass cheeks.  I believe the term
'bubble butt' would apply in this circumstance.

She was chattering away to her dad with her back toward me standing maybe 3
feet away with only her dad's bike between this vixen and me.  I was still
speaking with her dad in between her comments, not at all minding the
excitement she felt by being there.  She reached both of her hands behind
her head to grasp her hair for an adjustment and doing so she turned
around, facing me.  She had a ponytail holder in her mouth, both hands
behind her head bunching up her hair for her father to put her hair in a
ponytail.

Her arms hinted at firm musculature under the barely present baby fat. her
arm pits were exposed to me, hairless (not shaven) and I noticed also that
the skin there hinted at a very slight tan.  The muscles of her chest
flexed slightly due to the raised position of her arms and as her elbows
waved in the air the contraction of her pectoral muscles caused her budding
breasts to push against the wrinkled elastic band of her shirt stretching
across her chest.

Her breast swells had a base not as big around as an Oreo cookie and
certainly no more elevated from her chest wall than those tasty morsels
(the cookie!) topped by a nipple that was approximately the size of a
Hershey's kiss. The air was warm so I didn't have the pleasure of seeing
any erectness pressing against the fabric.  Her tummy was barely
chubby. there was a flatness that one could easily associate with regular
strenuous physical activity.  There was more than a hint of womanly curves
to this little girl's hips but she was still just that, a girl.

There was a slight breeze blowing and a strong puff came along about this
time resulting in her top billowing up and out exposing her navel, which
was a deep 'innie'. my favorite!  That too brief moment also revealed that
the skin of her soft, smooth looking tummy had that same smattering of fine
freckles and demonstrated the same slight tan as her face, shoulders and
arms.

It took several minutes to write the preceding description yet only a
second or two for the actual event to have occurred.

My mind was racing!  How lucky can I be to have had even a glimpse of such
sweet flesh?  I'm glad that her Dad was distracted somewhat by his wife
packing her riding togs away and by the other bikes and bikers in the
parking lot.  I surely did hope he didn't catch me perving on his sexy
daughter. I put her age at 10, maybe 11 as she came up almost to my
shoulders (I'm 5'8") along with her breast development (I'm a physician. to
be specific an Ob/Gyn so I know these things professionally)

Andrew said, "Introduce yourself young lady!" gently reminding the young
girl of her manners.

"Hello!  I'm Katie!" her voice steady and sure, but still childlike,
"What's yours?"

"Hello Katie, I'm Ken" I replied, taking her extended hand and giving it a
gentle but friendly shake.  The softness of that delicate hand in mine was
a pleasure indeed.  Her fingers were fairly long and very well manicured
for a young lady.

"I know it's not polite to ask a lady her age!  I'll just ask what grade
you're in and to the math myself," I jokingly said to her.

She giggled, blushed then smiled "I'm going to be in the fourth grade this
year. I'm 9 « . I'm kinda tall for my age.  My gymnastics teacher and dance
instructor says it won't matter.

My mind was reeling with thoughts of seeing this red headed cherub in a
body suit or tights, or doing the splits, or on the balance beam. oh hell,
who am I kidding?  I'd like to see her in just about anything under any
circumstances.

There were other kids about Katie's age there and she asked, and was
granted, permission to go play with them.  Andrew, Carol and Katie were
members of this church and the other children were Katie's' Sunday school
classmates.

Andrew, Carol and I visited for a minute or so, then separated as we walked
about the parking lot visiting with the other riders and admiring each
other's scoots.  From time to time I'd glance up and every so often I'd see
the couple looking in my direction and say a few words back and forth.  I
didn't pay any particular attention to this as I was walking around,
admiring the various bikes and making small talk with the other riders
present.

Around 10:30 services began and by that time we had all filtered into the
sanctuary.  I sat near the end of one of the back pews, as the church was
quite crowded.  My classmate and his family sat toward the middle of that
same pew and we chatted a moment as the praise group walked onto the stage.
I felt a sharp tap on my right shoulder and turned around to see my
newfound friends.  It was Katie who had tapped me and I was treated to a
cute, mischievous when I turned to greet her.

"Hi Mr. Ken!  I'm a loud singer so you'd better be too!"  She proclaimed,
and then giggled.

"I'll certainly try!" I replied.  I do have a decent voice and have sung
both at churches and other venues through the years, but I certainly wasn't
professional or star quality"

Katie was right however. as the choir worked its way through the opening
hymns I could very clearly hear that hot red headed girl singing her heart
out.  She had a decent enough voice and, even though I didn't know all of
the songs very well, I tried to harmonize with her.

The time then came for 'fellowshipping' or shaking hands and chatting with
those around our immediate seats.  The folks there were friendly and
welcoming.  Katie was one of the first to shake my hands and as the
fellowship moment was winding down, she grasped it again, tickled my palm
with her middle finger just a scratch or two very discretely, and said.

"I wanted to shake your hand twice so you'd be sure not to forget me!"
Then the smile and giggle erupted.  There was something else considering
eruption let me tell you.  Back in the day, tickling the palm of someone of
the opposite sex was a clue that led up to "Let's fuck"

Andrew and Carol smiled at their daughter and me and then our attention was
turned to the preacher.

The sermon was on courage with the message being that courage doesn't mean
the absence of fear, but rather the realization that on the other side of
that fear is something much more important than the sensation of fear.

After service there was lunch, followed by some bike rodeo games.  My new
friends and I sat together for the meal and I got to steal glances at Katie
and her puffy titty buds from time to time.  I teased her gently and we all
had good laughs.  If her parents only knew that I would like nothing better
for dessert than to have a naked Katie on her back, her ass pulled to the
edge of the table and my mouth, lips and tongue sampling her sweet pussy at
the table's edge.

The games were tame and very fun stuff, definitely family oriented.  Katie
and her dad participated in quite a few of the games and even won a couple.
As they were designed primarily for rider/passenger pairs, I stood on the
sidelines and cheered everyone one.  Carol and I exchanged small talk with
each other and with the various other participants.

After the games we were to take a ride as a group of about 15 miles to the
next small town for ice cream at a local "Mom and Pop" place that made
their own cakes, pies and candies.  The ice cream wasn't home made but was
very high quality.

We got lined up and the road captain led the way.  Andrew and Katie, on the
BMW were immediately behind me and their mom was just in front of me.  The
road had enough twists, turns and hills to be interesting and took us
through some beautiful Kentucky countryside. After the first mile or so I
noticed that Katie would, from time to time, wave almost frantically.  It
took me a bit to realize that she was waving at me as she could see my
helmet in the side mirrors of my bike.  So, whenever she waved, I waved
back!

 We arrived at the ice cream shoppe in about 30 minutes.  After dismounting
our bikes and taking our helmets and riding jackets off the crowd of bikers
walked into the small ice cream shoppe and waited patiently for the older
couple to get to us.  I continued my visit with my new friends and their
daughter as well as talking to whoever was close by.

Being a typical 9-« year old Katie wasn't much on patience and would
alternate between being a little moody and being very vivacious.  She was
mostly the latter I have to say.  As we got to know each other better, we
realized that their home was in the same direction as mine and that I had
passed by it numerous times.  Katie thought this was too cool that we were
"almost neighbors" After we got our treats we went outside to sit at one of
the tables to eat.

Katie from time to time would look at me inquisitively, then look down or
away as if to ponder something.  Occasionally she opened her mouth as if to
say something but then changed her mind. Then there was a couple of times
when she whispered in her mom's ear, holding her hand up against those
plush ruby lips so no one else would hear.  Her mom for the first few times
of this simply either nodded 'yes' or shook her head symbolizing 'no'.  She
then asked her dad something in that secretive way. I heard him say, "you
know your mom makes this kind of decision" After a few minutes of this and
having exhausted most of the banter and small talk between all of the other
bikers we started talking about the trip home.

This part of the state is where I grew up and I knew all of the roads very
well.  Andrew and Carol had a route back to their home planned out and they
asked me if I'd like to ride along with them since we were headed in the
same direction.  I gladly accepted the invite and told them that if they
were game, I'd take them back home, but by a much nicer, scenery wise,
route than the one they had chosen. They readily agreed.

Katie once again leaned into her mother's ear and whispered, only this time
I overheard what she was saying as the crowd had thinned out, the noise
level was greatly decreased.that and Katie really just stage whispered.
She wanted me to hear what she was saying.

"Please please let me ask him if I can ride with him!"

Of course I heard this and hoped that the rapidity of my expanding cock
didn't make any noise as it ripped through my jeans.  (Well, it FELT like
it would) I know I was blushing a bit, flustered a bit, because I knew that
seeming too eager would NOT be a good thing.  I tried to remain
disinterested as if I hadn't heard anything and let the family make their
decision about this without my input.  I always had a 'buddy belt' with me,
as did Katie's dad. it's a belt with several built in handles for riders to
hold on to.

Carol knew I had heard Katie's question by the look in my eyes.  She gave
in and said "go ahead and ask, but I don't know if Ken would feel right
about taking on a kid passenger."

Katie looked at me with those sparkling, gold-flecked hazel eyes, and with
the pleading looking on her face and the longing in her voice asked me.

"Please Mr. Ken?  Can I ride with you?"  She continued "Mom and Dad have
watched you ride and they know you play it safe. I'm a good passenger and
know how to lean and everything!  You like kids don't you?  Don't you?"

If only she knew!

I had decided to play it straight. not act too eager and not too aloof.

"I have no problem with you as a passenger if your parent's don't.  I've
taken my own kids for rides when they were younger than you and I take my
friend's kids and grandkids with me from time to time.  You just have to do
one thing!"

"What's that?" she asked

I said, "You have to use the buddy belt. no ifs, ands or buts.  I know you
wear your helmet, jacket and gloves and I like it that you guys ride in
full gear.  I just want your hands on the handles at all times.  Okay?"

She did nothing but get up from the table, walk to her Dad's bike, open the
trunk and start putting on her jacket, helmet and gloves.

I looked at her parents and said. "I know you guys wouldn't even let it get
close to this if you didn't trust me.  I appreciate your confidence.  This
road is interesting without being crazy curvy and I'll keep the speed down
and even ride in front of you all the way so you can pass me up and stop me
if you have any concerns about Katie.  I know about where you live so when
we get close, just pass me up and I'll follow you the rest of the way to
your house."

They agreed wholeheartedly with what I said and offered me a buddy belt.

"No thanks," I said. grinning internally," I have my own!"

My bike is a Honda VTX. It resembles what I've always thought of as the
older police motorcycles.  The seats are old-fashioned too. They are wide
and have a central 'bump' or elevation toward the front of the seating
surface.  You've probably seen them; they're called "tractor seats" because
old tractors had seats shaped like this.

One advantage of having disposable income is that I'm able to afford to do
some custom work on my bike.  There is an item called a 'blinker buddy'
which is installed under the rider's seat and vibrates when the turn
signals are on to remind you to turn them off.  The vibration is quite
noticeable and after installing one on my bike under MY seat the idea to
have one custom installed in the 'hump' part of the passenger seat struck
me.  I had this done by a friend who is an upholsterer and shares interest
in 'kinky' things.  I have a button that allows me to activate the blinker
buddy on the passenger seat, and if the lady is in the right position she
will feel a distinct vibration on her perineum.  I merely depress the
button intermittently throughout the ride.  My passengers (all female of
course) seldom mention the buzzing but they all seem to admit to being
aroused after a ride and, therefore, horny and ready for some sexual play
once we get back to the house.  If they do mention feeling a strange
vibration, I just pass it off as an idiosyncrasy of the bike.  Of course, I
don't use this on every passenger, but when I do there's a good chance I'm
going to get laid.

I was only a tiny bit concerned about using this trick on the sexy 9 « year
old Katie but since she was already going to be the subject of my
masturbatory fantasies once I got home I figured why not?

We all suited up and mounted our bikes.  Before Katie climbed aboard I gave
her one more instruction.

"Now Katie, you know the safest way to be a passenger is to pull up close
to the rider so the weight is distributed properly"

She looked at me like I was crazy.  She said,

"Mr. Ken. I know that!  I've been riding since I was a little girl and I
even have my own bike at home.  I promise I'll be a good passenger and you
won't be sorry you let me ride with you."

I though to myself there would be no way I'd ever be sorry.  Just
reminiscing about the feel of the cute youngster's legs touching the outer
parts of my thighs, and her crotch pushing into my lower back for 30 miles
coupled with the knowledge that I was going to give her several blasts of
the blinker buddy along the way would give me fodder for lengthy jack-off
sessions for months to come.


She mounted the bike like a pro, grasped the handles on the buddy belt and
snuggled up close.  The three bikes were then started and we set out for
home.

The ride back was pretty.  It was late spring and nature was showing her
glory.  We passed many fields of wheat about to be harvested, corn that was
already nearly knee high, and dozens of herds of cattle with new calves
bounding near their mothers.

I waited until we were about five minutes into the ride before giving my
special button a couple of brief taps.  After the second one I could feel
Katie shifting her weight around and pulling herself a bit closer to me
tightening the pressure of the inside of her (what simply HAD to be) creamy
thighs against the outer portions of mine.  I waited a minute or so and
gave a longer jolt of vibratory sensation to her crotch and felt her thighs
squeeze together briefly, then settle back to a more relaxed state.  We
went a few more miles and Katie had settled back a bit in the seat so I
gave the button a ten second blast.  I felt her squirm in the seat and once
again she pulled herself (and that decidedly, though unseen) crotch closer
to my lower back.

Her Dad was following about 100 feet behind me with her mom about 100 feet
behind her.  Our maximum speed was about 45 mph so it was a safe distance.
I worried just a bit that he would wonder what was going on if Katie
squirmed too much so it was uppermost in my mind that I be careful to not
give her too much excitement.

As the journey progressed I would intermittently give a three or four
second blast to the passenger seat and was nearly always rewarded with a
clamping of Katie's thighs against mine and the pressing of her pudenda to
my lower back.  By now, my cock was in a perpetual state of _ arousal and
my underwear was getting soaked with my pre-cum.

The journey eventually brought us to their 'neck of the woods' and Andrew
came up along side me and held up one finger to signify that our turn was
about a mile away.  Andrew and Carol both passed, leaving me in the rear of
our small procession with Katie.  I gave several 10 second blasts in a row
and could sense her bouncing up and down, sort of like a seated 'pee-pee'
dance then it seemed as if she had a spasm of some sort. her thighs clamped
tightly against mine and she nearly broke the buddy belt she was pulling so
tightly!

My immediate thought, and hope was, that she had experienced the height of
sexual pleasure due to the intense vibrations of the blinker buddy embedded
in the 'hump' of her seat.  I was soon to find out the truth!

I followed Carol's turn and we traveled about _ mile down a paved country
lane and turned into the driveway of an older, but very well maintained,
ranch style house set in the middle of what appeared to be about 4 acres of
simple but attractive landscaping.

Andrew had already gone in the house and Carol was putting her jacket and
helmet away.  I stopped my VTX and Katie dismounted gracefully.  She pulled
off her helmet quickly and quickly walked to her mom's side.  Again she
pressed her mouth up against her Mom's ear and, using her hand as a shield,
whispered something quickly and dashed into the house.  Carol then looked
directly at me with a slightly bewildered look at first which melted into a
slight grin accompanied by the raising of her eyebrows just a tiny bit.

I was still sitting on my bike, my helmet in hand, prepared to say so long.
Carol came up to me and thanked me for letting Katie ride.

"I think you've found a new best friend Ken" she said.  "She doesn't want
you to leave yet but she had to dash in to use the restroom.  Would you
mind staying for a while, I'm sure you're thirsty."

I didn't really have any time constraints that evening so I accepted her
invitation.

"Besides," she continued, "I think we might have more things in common than
just motorcycles."