Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2011 15:01:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: lipstick and Leatter (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, f/FFFFF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a famine
girl and leather women.  If this type of content
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read it.

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                 Lipstick and Leather
                          By
                         Jan

	I was deliberately wandering the streets in the
unsavory section of town late at night.  I was
hanging out near a lounge reputed to be a lesbian
biker bar.  I knew what I was looking for.

	I had always been a precocious child.  Mother
had always been a submissive woman, and I have no
doubt that was why my father never bothered
marrying her.  He made a hasty exit as soon as she
told him that she was pregnant.  My mother and
grandmother constantly warned me about the
animalistic behavior of men and boys, as a result I
never trusted males.  I had a strong sexual desire
though, and it was directed towards females.

	My mother had to work long hours to support
us.  She could not afford to pay for babysitters or
place me in a daycare center.  She had to rely on
women that were willing to look after me for free.
The one woman willing to do that was an older
woman, living on disability.

	Her name was Roberta Brooks, a chubby
woman, with bleached blonde hair, that had brown
roots always showing.  The most vivid memories I
have about her are of her lounging around on an old
faded and worn couch always smelling of her cheap
cologne and sweat.  She loved food, and it showed.
She rarely left her apartment, and she even had her
food delivered. .  I think she only had two dresses.
The only other items of clothing she wore were
baggy panties, and shower shoes.

	Roberta loved to cuddle with me.  When I
deliberately placed my hand on her breast, she didn't
have any objections.  I could feel her nipple through
her thin dress.  Her breasts were very large, and
soft in my hand.  It was like squeezing a water
balloon, only softer.  The two dresses she owned
buttoned down the front with large buttons.  When
I unbuttoned a couple of them, she made no effort
to stop me from putting my hand inside her dress to
feel her naked flesh.

	Over several weeks I continued to feel her
body.  Eventually I was able to unbutton all of her
dress, and get my hand in those baggy panties.  I
discovered that she enjoyed it when I played with
her clitoris.  She encouraged me to stick my hand
into her pussy.  I was able to not only fist fuck her,
I could stick my arm up to the elbow into her wet
pussy.  By that time I was also molesting a number
of girls in the neighborhood.

	I had a little gang of girls that I would feel up.
There were some older girls that introduced me to
oral sex.  They wanted to suck my pussy in exchange
for me sucking their tits and pussies.  When my
mother happened to catch me sucking pussies with a
couple of girls, I simply told her to close the door
and leave us alone.  She pleaded with me about that
being wrong, and I shouldn't do such things.  I
ignored her completely.  All she did was wring her
hands, and plead with me to be a good girl.  Rather
than become a butch, I did everything I could to
accent my femininity.

	I lavished care for my luscious hair, did
everything I could to learn how to put on makeup
properly to enhance my looks.  My selections of
clothes were always to make myself as attractive as
possible.  There were no baggy jeans in my wardrobe.
Even my distressed jeans were tight enough to
accent my camel's toe crotch and creep up the crack
of my butt.  I was dressing much more mature that
my age.

	The way I dressed did draw attention from
boys and men.  I rebuffed any advances quickly.  I
had the reputation at school of being a tease or an
ice queen bitch.  I welcomed the reputation.

	I was fourteen-years-old when I entered high
school.  I had seduced several classmates, and even
the freshmen art teacher.  She was a recent college
graduate, no more than twenty three.  I flirted with
her after school.  While she stood next to me
looking over my shoulder at my drawing, I ran my
hand up the inside of her leg.  She put up a token
resistance until I had my hand in her panties.  She
pleaded that I shouldn't be doing that, until I had a
finger inside her pants playing with her clit.  When I
asked her to take me home with her, she pleaded
that she couldn't be seen driving me around town.  I
made her give me her home address and told her
what time I would be there.

	She was very nervous when I knocked on her
door.  She tried to talk me out of what I wanted to
do to her.  When I started kissing her on the mouth,
and feeling her breasts, she gave up resisting, and
started returning my kisses.  I spent most of the
first semester of school making her suck my pussy.

	It was too easy for me to seduce girls and
women.  That was why I was hanging out outside the
notorious lesbian bar.

	I knew I didn't look old enough to enter the
bar, so I hung out close to the parking lot.  It was
long passed the curfew for teenagers.  I was nervous
about being seen by the local police, and even a little
nervous about trying to pick up a true butch lesbian.

	Several women that were headed towards the
bar told me that I had no business hanging out
around a place like this.  I ignored their advice.
Then a group of Harley Davidsons came roaring into
the parking lot.  There were five of them.  The
leader was riding a stripped down bike with a lot of
chrome on the front.  It had an old fashioned look
with chrome springs.  The seat was nestled low on
the frame and the passenger seat curved up and
over the fender with a chrome thing called a sissy-
bar like a reclining backrest.  When she took off her
helmet and shook out her hair I was impressed with
her, she was obviously in charge.

	The other women were also unzipping their
jackets, and taking off their helmets.  A couple of
them were riding bikes with metal saddle bags, and
windshields.  One was riding a bike with a plastic
windshield and big leather bags with chrome Conchos
and leather fringe.  The youngest woman with them
was riding a smaller bike.  It was just as stripped
down as the leader's bike.  This girl was hardly much
more than twenty.  She even had pimples on her
face.

	They were lighting up cigarettes as they
swaggered their way towards the bar.  As the leader
was passing me, I asked, "Can I bum a cigarette?"

	The woman gave me an appraising look.  Then
she snarled, "A little girl like you should be home in
bed!  You're too fucking young to be smoking, or
flirting with dykes!"

	I was insulted by her rebuff.  "I have seduced
more women and girls that you have...I bet!"

	She wrapped her arm around the waist of that
childish faced younger woman and kissed her on the
mouth while driving her tongue into her mouth.  The
woman didn't resist at all.  The other women stopped
walking to watch their leader feel up the prospect.

	The three older women had an emblem on the
back of their jackets that proclaimed them as
"Dykes on Bikes" San Francisco Chapter.  The
younger woman's back had no emblem.  There was
only the word "Prospect" on the front of the right
shoulder.  When the leader finished kissing the girl,
she let her stand up.

	I boldly grabbed the prospect's hand and pulled
her into my arms, and kissed her just as passionately
as the leader had.  I also placed my hand right on
the crotch of her jeans.  The women circled us.  All
of them had on jeans covered with leather chaps.  A
few of them had jewelry consisting of chrome and
colorful beads strung on the fringe of their jackets
and chaps.  All of them smelled of leather and
cigarette smoke.  Kissing the prospect was like
kissing an ashtray, just the same I swabbed her
mouth with my tongue.  All of the women got a laugh
out of my performance.

	I heard one of them say something like, "Hey
Helen...maybe you should make the doll a baby
prospect!"

	The leader beamed, "Ladies go ahead...I think I
need to take this doll for a ride!"

	The four of them started walking, without
protest.  They were simply talking among themselves.
The prospect was the only one looking back.  I guess
I was cutting in on her action.

	Helen walked me back to her bike.  She
grabbed a helmet from one of the other bikes, and
handed it to me.  While I was strapping it in, she
flung her leg over the bike and lifted the heavy bike
up off of the kick-stand.  She told me, "Get on,
Doll!"

	There was no room for debate with her.  That
was a simple command.  I stepped up onto the foot
peg and slipped my right leg behind her back,
because the sissy-bar was too high for me to fling
my leg over.  I sat down on the narrow seat and put
my right foot on the other peg.  Helen turned her
head and said, "My name is Helen, what the hell is
your name, Doll?"

	I said, "My name is Barbie!"

	Helen let out a belly laugh, "Just like the Doll!"

	Then she turned on the gas and started the
engine with a roar.  She pulled the bike out of the
parking lot, onto the street.

	It was thrilling for me to feel the cool air
whipping my long hair all over.  The jeans I had on
were frayed at the knees and on the backs of my
thighs.  I regretted the choice of pants, because the
wind chill factor was making me feel like I was
freezing my ass off, and the lack of eye protection
was making my tears streak back out of the corner
of my eyes.

	I was so captivated by the thrill of my first
bike ride that I hardly noticed where she was taking
me.  Before I knew it she was pulling into an
underground parking lot.  The volume of noise was
twice as loud.  She parked the bike and let me get
off before she put it on the stand.  As we headed
towards the elevator she was taking off her gloves
and helmet.  I took off the helmet as we entered
the elevator.  She pressed the second floor button,
and turned to face me as the door closed.  She
kissed me just like she had done to the prospect.
Only this time it was me getting a hand placed on
the crotch of my pants.

	When the door opened we were on an interior
balcony.  She led me to a nearby door, and opened it.
It was pretty much a typical apartment, with a
lateral living room, with a short wall separating a
kitchen and small dining area.  There was a little
vestibule with a hall closet, door to a bathroom and
another door to a bedroom.  She only had a minimum
of decorations.  There was only a sketch of a naked
girl with her back turned so that only the side of
her breast was showing.  She had a dimpled backside
just below her waist, and her hair was as long as
mine.  There were some picture frames on the end
tables.  One of them was of her standing next to her
bike.  There were also some pictures of other
women.  She took the helmet from me and dropped
our helmets on the couch, along with her motorcycle
jacket.

	Helen had on a teal T-shirt with lower cased
m's printed in white on each tit, just like the m &
m's candy.  I just had to ask, "Do they melt in your
mouth, not in your hands?"

	She said, "You will have plenty of opportunity
to find out tonight!"

	Helen led me by the hand into her bedroom.  I
was still chilled, because I was not dressed to be
riding a bike on a cool evening.  She removed my light
sweater, as she turned my back to her.  I was facing
the full length mirror on her closet door, as she
began undressing me.  Then she pulled my hair away
from the left side of my neck, and draped my hair
over my right shoulder, before she unhooked my
brassiere.  She reached under my arms to grasp my
34-B+ breasts.  She pulled the cups away from my
flesh, to join my sweater on the floor.  I was getting
very excited watching my own reflection in the
mirror as she felt me up.

	I used my toes to pry my tennis shoes off of
my feet, while Helen took hold of the tops of my
jeans, and pulled them apart.  The metal buttons
popped open one at a time as she pulled them apart.
She shoved her hand down the front of my
underwear, and started feeling my pussy.  She was
driving me crazy with her finger rubbing my clit.
She whispered in my ear, "You're not going to run
home and tell your mother that the nasty biker
bitched raped you?"

	I was breathless as I whispered, "The only
think I might tell my mother, is that I have fallen in
love!"

	I turned my head and we kissed while she
continued finger fucking me.  She knelt behind me to
pull my tight jeans down.  I stepped out of them, as
she started pulling down my delicate light blue hip
hugger panties.  She placed me on top of her bed,
before she admired my light dusting of pubic hair.
She stepped back before undressing herself.

	I was nervous for the first time in my life,
because I had always been in complete control of
any sexual activity before.  This was the first time
in my life I had no control of the situation.  I was
fascinated watching her undress.

	Helen pulled that m & m T-shirt over her
head, shook out her long mane.  To my surprise she
had on a kid skin black leather bra.  It molded to the
shape of her magnificent breasts.  She lifted her
breasts and massaged them for my benefit.  Then
she bent over to unzip each leg of her chaps.  The
heavy leather hung there like black flags.  She
unbuckled the chaps, and tossed them aside.  She
had to sit down on the bed to pull off her cowboy
boots.

	It was obvious that the boots were expensive
boots.  They must have been custom made.  She had
on white silk socks that she took off too.  She had
to stand up again to unfasten her belt with the large
heavy eagle buckle.  Then she grasped the top of her
jeans and jerked them sharply.  The pants opened
quickly.  Her jeans were every bit as tight as mine.
Her big round ass filled the seat of her pants nicely.
She pulled down her jeans, exposing her tight black
thong riding up the crack of her ass.  There was an
elaborate design tattooed in the typical tramp stamp
location just below the small of her back.

	When she turned to face me I was fascinated
by the steel rings dangling from her labia minora.
She had three rings hanging from both sides of the
lips.  The hair on her mons pubis was a dark patch
shaped like a triangle.  I couldn't take my eyes off
of her crotch as she mounted the bed.

	She was kneeling over my hips as she reached
behind her back to unhook her leather bra.  She
removed the shoulder straps one at a time,
deliberately prolonging the exposure of her breasts.
My mouth was watering in anticipation of the first
sight of her tits.  I wondered if she would have large
or small areolas, inverted nipples or big nipples.  She
crossed her arms so that she could grasp each
leather cup with her hands, as the straps hung limply
from her elbows.  I was getting impatient for the
sight of them.  I reached up to pull her hands away.

	Helen knocked my hands away with her elbows,
and said, "NO...NO, little girls have to be nice!"

	I had never been controlled like that.  I wanted
to rebel but was a little afraid of her.  She was
definitely not the kind of woman to mess with.

	She slowly pulled the cups down exposing a
little more of her creamy while flesh.  There were
definitely no tan lines on her flesh.  Eventually the
brown tops of her areolas came into view.  As she
continued to lower the cups it was obvious that she
had very large areolas.  As the nipples flipped out
over the cups, I was thrilled to see that she lad
large nipples.  I wanted to feel them, but knew
better than to do so without her permission.

	She walked her way up my body a little, so that
when she leaned over my body, her heavy breasts
were dangling over my head.  She teased me by
moving her body around so that her right nipple was
tickling my nose.  The smell of leather was all over
her breasts.  I was about to cry, for the want of
gratification.  She eventually lowered the breasts
down to my mouth.  I did my best to cover all of her
areola with my mouth, but it was hopeless, it was
just too large.  I was sucking as much of her breast
into my mouth as I could.  I was using my tongue to
exercise her nipple for all I was worth.  My reward
for my efforts was the sound of moans.  Helen
reluctantly pulled her breast out of my mouth.  I
struggled to regain my claim on that breast.  Helen
sat up, and dismounted me just like I was her bike.  I
tried to protest, but she placed a finger over my
lips, to shut me up.

	While I was trying to grab her around the
waist, to pull her back on top of me, she turned
around, and mounted me again.  This time she was
facing my pussy.  She sat back bringing her pussy to
my mouth.  I had never been with anyone that
smelled so strongly of leather.  The smell of leather
was all over the inside of her legs.  The only smell
stronger was the smell of her pussy.  It was a strong
smell, obviously the result of wearing her tight pants
for a long time, and the friction of the jewelry
attached to her labia.  My arms were trapped at my
sides, so I could not use my fingers to play with her
pussy.  All I could do was lift my head up to grasp
one of those rings with my teeth, and pull her labia
minora down as I rested my head back down on the
mattress.

	While I was doing that Helen was busy using
her own mouth to stimulate my pussy.  I responded
by jerking uncontrollably every tine her tongue
touched my little clitoris.  We spent a lot of time
pleasing each other again and again.  When I was
exhausted Helen sat up, in doing so her asshole was
rotated right over my mouth.

	I had never tasted another woman's asshole
before.  I had enjoyed having my old babysitter and
teacher licking my asshole though.  I had never
thought I would do such a thing to anyone myself.
To my surprise when I tasted her asshole I even felt
my cunt respond with another climax.  I speared her
asshole with the tip of my tongue.  She ground her
butt into my mouth.  I was unable to breathe.  When
I couldn't hold my breath any longer I struggle to
turn my head.  Helen leaned forward enough to clear
my mouth long enough for me to catch my breath.  I
didn't protest when she sat back on my face.
Eventually she dismounted, and turned around to
take me into her arms and cuddle with me.

	We talked about how much we enjoyed making
love to each other.  I knew I would have to go home
sooner or later.  I didn't want the night to end.  I
reached for my jeans and took out my I-Phone to
call my mother long enough to let her know I was
spending the night with a friend.  She was busy at
work, so she didn't object.

	While I was talking to my mother Helen had
retrieved a pack of cigarettes and was propped up
against the headboard while she lit her cigarette.
She took a long drag and clicked her long fingernail
against her thumbnail, as she blew a cloud of smoke
towards the ceiling.  I returned my phone to my
pants, and cuddled up between her legs.  I rested my
head between her breasts, as she wrapped her legs
around my waist.  She even let me take a drag on her
cigarette.  I knew that I would do anything she
wanted.

	Helen used her free hand to take hold of my
right tit.  She toyed with the nipple while she told
me, "I want to watch you play with your pussy,
Baby!"

	I could refuse her nothing, so I used my left
hand to spread my labia, while using my right hand to
play with my clitoris.  I eventually started using two
fingers to finger fuck myself franticly.  It was so
wickedly exciting to play with myself while an adult
woman watched me, and encouraged me.  It was cool
in the room that late at night, but I was sweating
profusely.

	When Helen had finished her cigarette she
snuffed it out in the ashtray.  Then she used both
hands to play with my young breasts.  Just as I was
about to cum, she turned me over, kissed me
passionately on the mouth, and took hold of both
cheeks of my ass with her hands.  She spread my
butt, and stuck her finger into my asshole.  I had
the strongest climax I had ever had before.  It was
very relaxing to be held in her arms all night.

	In the morning we dressed.  She made
breakfast for us.  Then she took me for a ride.  I
didn't even ask where we were going.  I was just
enjoying the thrill of riding behind her.  I even
relaxed enough to lean back against the sissy bar,
and wrap my legs around her waist.  I made sure I
was rubbing the heel of my tennis shoes against her
crotch.

	I had to have her take me home long enough to
change clothes.  The school would have never allowed
me to show up in jeans with my ass almost hanging
out.  I invited Helen to come in with me.  Mom was
shocked and afraid of Helen.  I showered with Helen
in the bathroom with me.  It was fun having her play
with my pussy while I fixed my hair, and put on
makeup.  I put on my school clothes, grabbed my
school bag, and had Helen take me to school.

	I got a charge out of the looks we got when we
roared up in front of the school.  As I climbed off
of the bike I strapped the helmet to the sissy-bar,
kissed Helen, and told her that I got out of school
at three.  I wheeled around without waiting for her
to respond.

	I had no idea if she would be waiting for me
after school, but I was looking forward to finding
out.  Some of the girls I had seduced, of course
wanted to hear all about the biker.

	When the final bell rang I headed for the
front of the school.  I was a little apprehensive
about going through the front door.  Before I could
even see the street, I heard the thunderous roar of
more than one Harley.  As soon as I cleared the
front door I saw Helen and her three friends lined
up at the curb.  I ran to greet Helen with a kiss.
She handed me a helmet.  I strapped it on, and
stepped onto the buddy peg to mount the back seat.
I learned eventually that it was called "The Bitch
Seat."  The four of them put their bikes in gear, and
Helen assumed the lead.

	There would be at least three hours before my
mother would get home from work, so they took me
home, and parked their bikes in front of my house.
Helen introduced me to her club members.

	The youngest one was the prospect Candy, a
twenty-year-old.  Her hair was cropped as short as a
Marine, but she did have a sweet face.  When she
took off her leathers, I learned that her body was
almost completely covered with a Japanese style of
tattoo.

	The oldest one riding the full dresser was
Shirley, a middle aged woman.  She was a slender
woman with features that could only be called hawk
like, because of her nose.  She definitely had a
strong attraction for Candy.

	The third member of the group was called
Sophie, a very lovely looking Italian woman.  When I
saw her figure I could only compare it with an old
movie I have seen on the American Movie Chanel
(AMC) of Sophia Loren's first American movie called
"Boy on a Dolphin."  They deliberately made the
opening shot of her coming up out of the water in a
black dress, just to show off her magnificent
breasts.  I suspect Sophie's parents had even named
her after Sophia Loren.

	I wanted to be the perfect hostess, and
offered them something to drink.  They simply
wanted water.  Helen told me that if I wanted to
become a prospect member of their club I would
have to be willing to have sex with all of her sisters.
I looked at the four of them almost not able to
comprehend that Helen was asking me to have sex
with all of them.  When I figured out what she was
asking me, I flung my arms around her neck and
kissed her passionately.  We made our way into my
bedroom.  My clothes were stripped away from my
body in record time.  I was placed on top of the bed
like a regal queen.  I sat there playing with my little
breasts and pussy while I watched the women
remove their clothes.

	The heavy leather motorcycle jackets came
off first, and then they unzipped their chaps.  Helen
and Shirley had halter tops covering their breasts.
Candy and Sophie both had T-shirts with Harley
logos silk screened on them.  Candy had not been
wearing chaps, because she had on leather jeans, so
tight they were like a second skin.  All four of them
faced me as they took off their shoes and boots,
before peeling off their jeans.  Helen and Shirley
untied the halter tops to show me their heavy
breasts.  Candy and Sophie pulled off their T-shirts.
Candy didn't have a bra on, she didn't need one.  Her
girlish breasts stood up proudly.  Sophie did need a
bra to support her massive breasts.  They sure were
impressive as she pulled off her bra.  All of them
massaged their breasts out of habit after exposing
them.  I saw that all of their panties were soaking
wet.  It was obvious that the heat of the tight jeans
and leathers had caused all of them to sweat
profusely.  The prospect of rubbing my face
between those hot thighs was enough to make my
mouth water.

	All of them got on the bed with me.  I had a
full sized bed, but it was crowded with five bodies on
it.  There was a little competition for the right to
eat my pussy first.  Helen being the natural leader
settled the dispute by letting Shirley go first.
While Shirley was down there sucking my pussy,
Sophie and Candy were administering to my small
breasts.  I was having both of my breasts sucked on
while another woman was sucking my pussy.  Helen
was kissing my mouth.  Just when it couldn't get any
better Helen stopped kissing me, so that she could
position herself so that I could eat her pussy.

	Time lost all meaning as I got to eat the
pussies of all the women, and in turn had my own
pussy deflowered by the four women.  As the room
became darker in the late afternoon I panicked when
I realized that my mother would be getting home
soon.  Helen responded my telling me to relax, she
would handle everything.

	She hot up and put her clothes back on.  She
did borrow Sophie's T-shirt to cover her halter top.
Then she reapplied makeup and fixed her hair,
before she exited the bedroom to wait for my
mother in the front room.

	It seemed like an eternity, but in reality it was
only a few minutes before the door opened.  I
couldn't keep track of the conversation because the
three other women were continuing to make love to
me.  Shirley was sucking my pussy while Sophie and
Candy were busy kissing me and sucking my tits.  I
found out later what transpired between Helen and
my mom.

	When Mom opened the door and saw Helen
sitting on the couch she was disturbed and wanted
to know who she was.  Helen explained that she was
my friend.  Mom's first thought was that I had been
hurt.  Helen stood up and gathered my mother into
her arms, as she assured her that I was just fine.
She sat down pulling my mother down next to her.
There was an exchange with Helen assuring Mom
that I was just fine, and she just wanted to have a
talk with Mom to explain our relationship.

	Helen had her arm around my mother's
shoulders as she told her that she was in love with
me!

	Mom couldn't believe what she was hearing.  An
attractive grown woman was professing her love for
her young teenage daughter.  She had always
worried about my attraction to girls.  She had
caught me having sex with girls, and punished me for
my actions.  She had hoped that it was just a phase
I was going through.  Her hopes were that I would
grow out of my attraction for girls.  She had never
dreamed that I was attracted to older women.

	Helen assured my mother that she would look
after me, and love me the rest of her life.

	Mom broke down bawling.  Helen hugged her
and pulled Mom's head down onto her shoulder, while
she sobbed like a baby.  She was complaining that
she had never wished anything like that for me.
Helen was assuring her that she would never do
anything to hurt me.

	Mom asked Helen what the fascination was for
her and me.  Helen asked her, "Have you ever had
sex with another woman?"

	Mom said that she had never had any desire to
have sex with another woman.  Helen said before you
judge or condemn Barbie for her feelings and
actions, you should find out for yourself what it is
all about.  Mom lifted her head up to look at Helen's
face through tear stained eyes to see if she meant
what she had just said.

	Helen kissed Mom's salty tear stained lips.
Mom didn't resist.  She was too shocked to respond.
By the time she recovered enough to protest Helen
already had her hand inside Mom's dress feeling her
breast.  Before Mom could protest Helen stuck her
tongue into Mom's mouth.

	Mom gave up struggling, so Helen went to her
knees between Mom's legs, and pulled her dress up.
She felt the crotch of Mom's panties before she
started sucking on the crotch of her panties.  Helen
eventually pulled the crotch of the panties aside to
expose my mother's wet pussy.  She sucked my
mother's pussy until Mom let out a satisfied moan.

	My mother made no effort to stop Helen as
she undressed her.  Helen even removed her own
clothes, and pulled my mother's head down towards
her own breasts.  Mom let out a whimper before she
started sucking on Helen's breasts.  In time Helen
pushed Mom's body down between her legs.  I don't
know if Mom had ever sucked a pussy before, but
she gave up and sucked Helen's pussy.  When Helen
rubbed Mother's face in her wet pussy until she was
sated, Mom had given up all control to Helen.  She
was ready to do anything Helen wanted.  Helen stood
up, and pulled Mother to her feet.  She put her arm
around Mom's waist and guided her in the direction
of the bedrooms.  Mother probably thought Helen
was taking her to her own bedroom.  Helen opened
my bedroom door, allowing Mom to see what was
going on.  Mom stood there in disbelief, as she
struggled to believe what she was witnessing.

	There I was sprawled out on my bed, totally
naked.  Shirley's big butt was facing Mom, while she
was sucking on my pussy.  Sophie was kissing me
while playing with one of my tits, and Candy was
sucking on the other tit.  I'm sure it was a very
pornographic sight to behold.

	Mom said to Helen, "I thought you said that
you loved my daughter, why are they doing that to
her?"

	Helen said, "My sister bikers share everything
with each other.  We rarely engage in monogamous
relationships.  It is foolish to be jealous of a lover
getting off on another female.  I don't mind my
friends making love to her."

	To punctuate her comment she slipped her
hand between my mother's butt cheeks, and stuck a
finger into her asshole.  She guided Mom to the side
of the bed.  Sophie and Candy got up, and helped
Helen physically pick my mother up bodily and sat
her down on top of my face.  They forced her to
bend over, as Shirley sat up to allow them to force
Mom's head down between my legs.  When my Mom's
face was pressed against my pussy, Shirley held her
head down until Mom started sucking my pussy.

	I had fantasies about sucking my mother's
pussy for years, but had never dreamed about
actually doing it.  Now that her wet pussy was
resting on my face, I was so excited that I couldn't
believe I was actually doing it.  I was looking up at
her asshole while I was sucking on her pussy.  My
nose was so close to her asshole that I could
actually smell her.  I don't know how long we sucked
each other's pussy, but we eventually just collapsed
in a pool of sweat.

	While we rested the women picked up my mom
and turned her around, so that we could cling to
each other.  Shirley was the first one to say,
"Ladies, I have to work tomorrow.  I better make my
exit for now!"

	Candy and Sophie also expressed their
reluctance to leave, but also had to go to work
tomorrow.  The three of them put their clothes back
on.  That left Helen with Mom and me.  Helen was
not about to leave us alone, because my mother may
reproach herself for allowing them to make her eat
my pussy.  She made sure that she slept in the same
bed with us.  In the morning she was the first one
up.  Helen was in the bathroom relieving herself,
when Mom managed to wake up.

	Mom probably was overcome with guilt about
her actions.  She may have forgotten that Helen had
spent the night in bed with us.  She entered the
bathroom only to find Helen occupying the toilet.
Helen reached out for her hand.  She pulled Mom
towards her, as Mom complained that she needed to
pee.  Helen smiled, and forced Mom to straddle her
legs, and sit facing her.  Mom was at a loss as to
what to do.  Helen simple told her, "Let it go, just
relax and pee!"

	I followed my mother into the bathroom just
as my mother started peeing all over Helen's pubic
hair.  I heard the pee dripping into the bowl.  I
needed to pee too, but I brushed my teeth while
Mom finished peeing.  She was obviously
embarrassed at having me watching her pee on the
lap of my girlfriend, but there was no stopping the
flow of urine.  When she finished and wiped her
pussy, she got up to brush her teeth too.  I replaced
her on Helen's lap to relieve myself.  I couldn't resist
kissing Helen while I peed.  When we finished and
cleaned up we had to get dressed.

	Helen was in total charge.  She told my mother
that she was going to take me to school, so Mom
could go directly to work.  She added that there was
a club meeting that night, she wanted both of us to
attend.  Mother didn't offer any objections.  She
had relinquished all authority to Helen.

	That evening both mother and I put on jeans
and sweaters while we waited for Helen to arrive.
When we heard the roar of motorcycles we opened
the door in time to see Helen and Candy parking
their bikes.

	Helen had brought along Candy to have Mom
ride with her.  We mounted their bikes, and were off
to the meeting.

	Helen was in charge of the meeting, with a
vice-president to her right and a secretary to her
left.  There was old business discussed before
discussions of upcoming rides.  Then Helen
announced that there were two orders of business
to vote on.  She said that it was time to vote on
Candy becoming a full member of the club.  They
pulled out two bowls, one empty and the other two
contained black and white marbles.  Each member of
the club came up and put their hands in the first
two bowls before dropping a marble into the third.
There were at least thirty members that had to
vote.

	Mom and I watched as the secretary pulled out
each marble in turn before putting it back in the
first bowl.  Helen told me that a single black marble
would deny Candy's membership.  They were all
white.  Helen proclaimed Candy as a full member
before kissing her, and handing her the club emblem
to be placed on her vest.  She could now remove the
prospect from her vest.

	Then Helen announced the second order of
business was to vote on my being accepted as a
prospect.  Helen added that she was requesting that
I be accepted as her pledge.  Each woman passed
the table again, and repeated the vote again.  I
watched in total apprehension as the secretary
checked each marble.  They were all white.  Helen
kissed me and handed me a new prospect strip to put
on a leather vest.  Helen reached under the table
and handed me a paper bag.  When I opened it I
found a brand new vest.  It was like hers, a black
leather vest, with nickel plated snaps with chrome
chains.  I cried because Helen was making me a
member of her group.

	To celebrate after the meeting Candy and
Helen took us home.  Candy took Mom to her
bedroom while Helen took me to my room.  I was so
excited about my vest that even after removing all
of my clothes I put the vest back on.  The smell of
new leather and black dye was as thrilling to me as
the smell of Helen's body.

	I was to ride bitch with Helen until I was old
enough to get my own bike.  During that time Mother
and I enjoyed sex with every member of the club.
But that is another story.



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