Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2003 15:01:04 +0000 From: will adams <willadams_8@hotmail.com> Subject: Natasha part 11 Natasha -- part 11 By Will Adams Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was in a mood for a bike ride. Motorcycles that is. She had kept the phone number of Mary Koch ever since the summer lesbian scat picnic with Amber Harris and she decided it was time to call her. "Hello," said Mary when Natasha called. "Sure I remember you, that slut was pretty much pigging out for you in the park. What have you got her doing now?" Natasha began to tell Mary about all of the whorish activities she had put Amber through since that day in the park, including the tattoos. "Well, you were hot enough for me, what can I do for you," Mary asked Natasha. "I'd like to go for a motorcycle ride with you," Natasha cooed into the phone, trying to woo Mary electronically. "Great, when?" Mary wanted to know. "How about this Sunday?" Natasha said, hoping Mary didn't have other plans. "That would be great," Mary said, "I'll bring along some of my biker friends and we'll make a group out of it." "Terrific," said Natasha. Mary needed to know what Natasha was planning on wearing for a helmet. Natasha had thought this through and answered quickly. "I'd like to ride wearing one of those little skid lids," Natasha said. "Are you sure?" Mary asked, "they don't provide much protection." "Mary, with you as my biker girl, I don't have any real fear I'll even need that protection at all, we're just doing it to follow the law." "Ok, see you at 10 on Sunday," Mary said as she closed the conversation. Mary Koch and six of her biker dikes showed up promptly at 10 a.m. at Natasha's house and knocked on her door. Bev, her mother, answered and let Mary in, calling to Natasha to come down the stairs. Natasha walked down and both her mother, who had been dominated by Natasha months ago, and Mary had to catch their breath. The young Natasha Natoli was stunning looking in a stark white bikini molded to her 36C -- 23 -- 34 curves and white high heels. Mary spoke first. "Wow, Natasha that's not much of a motor bike riding outfit, in fact it's not much of an outfit at all -- fabulous looking, but simply not much clothing." "Mary," Natasha responded, "as with most things in my life, I'm a rebel and cycle riding is the same. I'm doing this to show off my body and this outfit will certainly do it." "That it will," Mary Koch responded. "Well, here's your skid lid, let's go. How about you Mom, want to go with us for a ride?" "What the hell," Bev said, "Yes I do. Let me get into some different clothes. Do you have a helmet for me?" "Oh yeah, babe, we've got an extra one outside on the back of one of the bikes." As Bev went off to change, Natasha strolled over to Mary, slipping the bottom of her bikini halfway down her thighs as she walked. "Mary, we've got a couple of moments before Mom comes back and I thought we should start to establish our sex relationship as well. I want you to know that I'm going to be a rider on your bike, but I also want you to know that my pussy is available to you as well. Want to touch it now?" Mary had been prepared to claim a piece of ass from the young girl, but hadn't expected this bold approach, only because she didn't know Natasha Natoli very well. But she was an experienced muff diver and wasn't about to lose a chance to play with some young pussy. So as Natasha arrived at her side, she stuck out her hand and began to stroke the delightful pussy exposed so brazenly to her. Mary took her other hand and began to finger fuck the girl's vagina. When Bev came back into the room, with jeans, boots and a leather jacket on, she was mildly surprised to see Natasha humping herself on Mary's middle finger while Mary licked the gorgeous skin of her flat stomach. Bev stood and watched for a few moments and then cleared her throat. Mary broke off the embrace and removed her finger from Natasha's twat, but Natasha turned toward her mother and verbally blasted her. "Listen cunt, don't ever do that again. My sex life is none of your business unless I make it your business. Now bend down and kiss my shoe and apologize. Bev quickly realized she had made a mistake and hurried to comply with Natasha's command. Mary nodded her head knowingly, realizing fully what this show of obedience meant for the relationship between the mother and daughter. "That's better," Mary said, "now Mary pull up my bikini bottom and let's get going. But first Bev, clean off Mary's middle finger." Bev, raising her head from Natasha's white high heels, she took Mary's proffered digit and sucked clean her daughter's juices from the biker's fuck finger. "Oh, one more thing Mary," Natasha said, "if any of your biker friends want to fuck my mother, tell them to feel free to take advantage." Outside, Natasha climbed on Mary's Ducati Multistrada, knowing how great she looked on the back of the Italian motorcycle, reflecting her heritage. Her mother climbed on the back of one of the other Ducatis and the gang headed off. Natasha loved the ride, the cool wind blowing over her exposed skin, causing a bubble of goose bumps all over her body and causing her nipples to harden and stand out. Natasha used the time to feel up Mary's plump body as well. After an hour and a half of riding, the group pulled into the driveway of a large house in San Jose. As they dismounted, Mary told Natasha this was the gang's clubhouse. "Let's go inside," Mary said. Once inside the gorgeous old home, Mary told Natasha "how about some sex, your choice of activities, sweetie pie." "Let's you and I grab a bedroom and the rest of you can have my Mom for the duration. As Natasha slipped into the bedroom with Mary, she noticed her Mom being stripped bare by the gang of burly biker babes, ready to have their nasty way with Bev. Once inside the room with Mary, Natasha stripped off the bikini and strutted proudly naked in front of the burly biker. "How do you want it sweetie, do you want me to sit on your face or what?" Natasha asked. But Mary indicated she wanted one brief moment before getting down to hard boiled sex. "Natasha, you are one beautiful little girl, no young woman, and I know you are a wicked mistress, but I need to let you know that I'm not at all into that scat stuff I know you like to dish out," Mary said. Mary expected a bad reaction from Natasha, but the young girl was non-plussed. "That's perfectly alright Mary," Natasha said as she stabbed her pussy in front of the older woman, "I want to use different people for different purposes. I've already got enough shit whores, but what I need from you is something different, so if you want this pussy, you'll be my muscle, when I need some woman beat up or forced to eat my shit, then I'd like you and your girls to be the heavies, whadda ya say, sweetie?" Waving her cute little snatch in front of Mary's face, Natasha waited for the answer. It wasn't long in coming. "That's a fair trade," Mary said. "Now climb up here and settle down for a long slow twat licking." Mary lay back down on the bed and Natasha mounted her face, thus sealing the deal with Natasha's pussy secretions and Mary's saliva. After an hour of face riding, Mary and Natasha left the bedroom to go into the main room, where they found Bev being ravished by the rest of the gang. She was being double penetrated by two bikers with huge strap-ons and another had Bev's face buried in her snatch. The other bikers were standing around the lewd tableau and obviously they had also enjoyed Natasha's mom's charms in one way or the other. The motorcycle ridge back was highlighted by the fact that Natasha decided to ridge naked and, amazingly no cops pulled them over. It had been a highly satisfactory day for Natasha and she now had the muscle she needed to force some haughty cunts into her scat games. She hadn't used a woman as a shit hole that day, but there was always the evening and Bev was available.