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possessed animal, he
ravaged me. The bike was rocking perilously with each thrust of his
hips and I was afraid that the kickstand wouldn’t hold up and the
whole thing would go tumbling onto its side beneath the repeated
blitz of his powerful thrusts. He was leaned over me, his strong
hands with a dominant grip on my shoulders, pulling me hard towards
himself each time he would push his hips forward, ramming his
iron-stiff manhood deep inside of me again and again.
    That’s how my night ended up then. On
the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, in the dark of
night, bent over a Harley and getting mercilessly fucked from
behind by an outlaw biker. I wouldn’t have predicted that one in a
million years, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. Johnny had the
staying power of a horse… among other horse-like attributes. There
was no letting up from him, no sign of fatigue. The longer he went
on, he just seemed to pick up even more steam. His grip became more
powerful, his thrusts harder and deeper, his pace quicker and
quicker. And not in the sense that he was getting close to
finishing either. He was simply consumed with some kind of carnal
ferocity that just kept building upon itself.
    I wasn’t sure how much more of it I
could take. He already had me on my tip toes, my fingers curling
rigidly around the chrome exhaust pipes of the bike, my head was
twisting back and I should have been able to see the stars, but I
was getting so close to orgasm that I didn’t see much of anything
except flashes of white hot light out the corners of my eyes, began
to hear the strange familiar music playing somewhere off in the
nowhere distance as if time was standing still – and then my entire
body shook violently as the orgasm ripped through me. I howled a
rapturous screech into the empty night sky, grasped the
motorcycle’s exhaust desperately, my grip tightening around it
reflexively and involuntarily. I felt Johnny pull himself out of
me, release his vice grip on my shoulders, and then I heard him
grunt and felt the warm splatter of his seed on my naked perspiring
ass cheeks.
    I let go of my grip on the exhaust
pipes and slumped limply over the motorcycle seat, my fingers
barely tracing against the dusty ground. Johnny had one hand on the
handlebar of his bike now and the other on the small of my back.
Both of us were breathing heavily and sweating profusely. When we
had caught our breath, we cleaned up, pulled our clothes back on
and went to sit at the edge of the cliff. I had my knees up to my
chest and was leaning with my back against the metal railing,
looking up at the stars.
    “I’ll take you home whenever you’re
ready,” Johnny said.
    “Alright. Thanks.”
    His eyes were closed, resting, and I
took the opportunity to examine him for a moment – the muscular,
athletic figure, sharp jaw and charming looks and the sex-messed
hair swept back out of his eyes, all dressed out like an outlaw.
Heavy gold rings on his fingers and tattoos… the leather kutte. I
examined the kutte for a moment.
    “What’s that patch mean?” I
asked.
    He opened his eyes. “Which
one?”
    I reached my hand out and traced my
finger over a patch that sported a tiny skull in between the words
“Heinous Handful”.
    “That one? What do you think it
means?”
    “Well, I mean… I’ve heard
things.”
    He sat up now, a half-amused look on
his face. “Oh yeah? What kinds of things?”
    “That it’s only given to people who
have killed for the club.”
    He put his hand on my shoulder.
“That’s just a rumor. The club ain’t like that. That’s just jealous
people and gossip hounds with nothing better to do than try and
ruin our reputation.”
    I sat quietly for a moment. Obviously
I wasn’t buying that.
    “Have you ever killed anyone?” I broke
the silence.
    He paused for a moment, as if he
weren’t sure what to say, then looked me in the eye.
    “No.” He leaned forward and kissed me
lightly on the lips. “Come on, let’s get you