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 ï>¿Biker Girls' Debut bytopcattoponeÂ(C)

   My name is Tina, recently I went with a girl friend (Alison) to a biker
pub in the town.  We went out of curiosity and a bit of devilment.  We'd
heard about things that happened, true or not, we wanted to find out.  We
met a couple of guys who were sort of on the fringes of the gang and they
seemed real nice.  They had slightly fewer tattoos than many and seemed
cleaner than most.

   We had a few drinks with them, they told us their names were Hank and
"Smithy" they seemed a little older than us, say about twenty five or six,
Ali and I are both twenty.  We had a good laugh and they invited us to a
Biker Rally on Saturday about forty miles away.  They would provide helmets
for us and told us to wear jeans and if we had leather coats that would be
great.

   They picked us up on Saturday morning, both Ali and I had been and
bought cheapish leather bomber jackets, which we wore over tee shirts and
tight jeans.  It was really invigorating riding along clinging to the men's
backs on the big powerful motorbikes.  The vibrations sent a thrill up
through my body.

   When we arrived at the site in a big field, we were surprised by many
things.  Firstly the size of the event, it was massive, with catering vans
and bars, there were even a couple of mobile tattoo parlours set up in
marquees.  There was a stage set up on the back of two trucks parked very
close together, with various Rock Bands playing all day.  We were also
surprised, although perhaps we shouldn't have been, by the skimpy clothes
worn by some of the women.  Many of the men were wearing no shirts under
their jackets or waistcoats, so there was plenty of flesh on display for
both sexes.  "I feel positively overdressed." Ali whispered to me.

   "So do I." I confided in her, "But what can we do about it?"

   "We could either take off our bras or leave the bras and take off our
shirts, but still wearing our jackets." Ali suggested.

   "Good idea." I replied, "what colour is your bra?"

   "What other colour is there but black for a biker girl?" She giggled

   "Snap." I said laughing.  Hank was delighted when we told him our plan
as we wanted to leave our shirts in the storage on the bikes.  He and
Smithy decided to do the same, so we all felt like a little gang of our
own.

   Ali and I felt really sexy with our black bras under our open bomber
jackets.  and it wasn't long before we were each being walked with a
possessive and protective arm around our shoulders.  Leather and denim
seemed to be uniform even for the girls.  Some had shorts and fishnets,
others had incredibly short mini skirts and bare legs.  It turned out that
most of the girls had leather biker trousers to wear when travelling, but
got their legs out when on site.  Near the stage, there was another small
stage where some dancing girls were gyrating to the music.  Then it was
announced that there was to be a wet tee shirt competition.  "Shall we
watch this?" Hank asked me.

   "As long as that is all you want to do." I told him.  "I not entering."
He assured me that it had not been his intention to suggest such a thing.

   "What's up Hank?" Ali asked laughing, "don't you think she's got the
tits for it?"

   "What about you?" I countered.

   "Maybe another time." she said.

   Hank and I stood at a safe distance, but still part of the crowd as
various girls, most of whom had tattoos of some description get hosed down
and eventually, in the latter stages of the competition rip off their
shirts.  I felt Hank's hand creeping up under my jacket and hold my bare
waist above my jeans.  I quite liked it so I did something similar to him,
although in my case I ran my hand up his back.  He and I looked at each
other and smiled.  It felt good.  I don't think Ali and Smithy were far
behind us.  After a while in the final of the competition, one of the
finalists, undid the button at the waist of her, now drenched, shorts and
unzipping them, dropped them to the floor.  A roar went up as she was naked
under them.  The MC picked them up and threw them into the crowd, where
there were grabbed and shredded in seconds.  The girl laughed as if she
knew what was going to happen.  She then turned to her competitor and
shrugged as if to say, "beat that!"

   Afterwards as we strolled back towards the bikes, I noticed Ali and
Smithy steal a kiss, so I turned to Hank and said "We've had a lovely day,
thank you Hank." then I reached up and kissed him on the lips.  He kissed
me back again and asked, "would you like to do it again?"

   "Yes." I replied and I kissed him again.  We still had a little way to
go to get to the bikes and resumed our walk.  He put his hand on my bare
waist again and before I knew what I was doing, I lifted his hand under my
jacket and cupped it over my breast on that side.  He fingered my nipple
through the bra cup and I groaned with pleasure at the feeling.  I was a
little surprised but didn't object when he reached up my back and deftly
with thumb and finger unclipped my bra.  This made my boobs much more
accessible, of which he took full advantage.  His big hand covered my
smallish breast and he caressed it and wound my nipple round and round
until it was really quite hard.I I also knew that my clit was getting that
way too.  However I wasn't going to let him fuck me and told him so.  But I
did say I would give him a hand job.  I could feel his erection through his
leathers and wanted to get my fingers round it.  I knelt down by the side
of his bike and fumbled with the fastenings before he opened them for me.

   A fine purple headed penis sprang out and I took it in my hand.  "Don't
let it spit in your eye." he joked.

   Not engaging brain before speaking , I hear myself saying.  "I might
just let it do that." Ali and Smithy came and stood the other side of us
shielding us from the bikers now leaving.

   "God.  Tina are you giving him a blow job?" Ali gasped, "She's got her
tits out for him." she continued to no one in particular as she saw my bra
gaping under my open jacket.  In fact when he ejaculated I directed it to
my face and got smothered for my trouble.  Then for whatever reason, I took
the softening prick between my lips and tasted the remains of his cum.  He
pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard, lifting my short jacket up my back
and off my shoulders.  My bare shoulder blades advertising the fact that I
had nothing on under my jacket.  But by then I was past caring.

   Hank cupped my mound through my jeans.  I let him do it too, it was very
sexy.  However when he tried to undo my jeans at the waist, I stayed his
hand with mine saying, "some other time, Hank."

   He respected that and we started to get ready to go home.

   As they dropped us off near Ali's place, we kissed and watched them go
off down the road.

   "Would you go again?  Ali?" I asked.

   She hesitated before saying, "I've already told Smithy I will.  He's
going to sort out suitable dates and get in touch."

   "Good." I said an walked home happy.

   A few days later, I got a text, "meet me for coffee at lunchtime, Ali"

   "I've got the dates." She told me when we met.

   "Dates?  Plural?" I asked.

   "Mm.  Two day event in Derbyshire in a fortnight, - camping." She said
and waited for my reaction.

   "Camping?"

   "Uhuh.  Smithy's got a four man tent with two bedrooms.  He said we can
have one and he and Hank will have the other."

   I laughed, "Do you seriously thing that is what they have planned?  It
is going to be man woman, man woman, be honest, isn't it?"

   "I suppose." Ali admitted, "but I didn't want to think that you were
being forced into anything."

   "We are going to get fucked aren't we Ali?" I said perhaps a little too
loud for a town centre coffee shop.

   "I hope so." She admitted.

   "Right," I said, "We'd better get planning on what we are going to
wear."

   "Or not." she added with a grin.

   "Wet tee shirts to you!" I said as I left the shop, wondering whether I
would actually dare to enter such a competition.  I am not over endowed in
the breast department, they are there, but Ali is better proportioned, so
she has more to offer in the way of exposure.  During the fortnight before,
Ali and I had many discussions on what the good biker chick wore on social
occasions.  Because my bum is "pert" I settled on adding some very tiny
tight denim shorts to my wardrobe for when we got there together, with a
black strappy camisole top if the weather was warm enough.  Added to this
would be extra layers if inclement.  Ali was toying with the idea of denim
too, but she was contemplating a miniskirt.  I thought she was very brave,
but she pointed out that she would definitely be wearing panties whereas
I...  had the option, - the very idea!

   Smithy called me and said each of us could have one duffle bag each for
everything repeat everything(!) that we needed.  Wow this was going to be
tight.

   When we saw the bikes loaded, it seemed that even one whole duffle bag
was a generous allowance.  Five duffle bags, (one for food) and a tent with
camping equipment made an impressive load on each bike even before we got
on them.  There was only just room for Ali behind Smithy, I knew her tits
would get in the way sooner of later.  Even I with my small frame, was snug
behind Hank, I don't think either of us minded that too much.

   It took us just over an hour to get to the site, riding quite fast, but
I felt really safe.  Both men knew how to handle their bikes and they
weren't burn up boys.  I was glad to get there though and Hank selected a
site to pitch the tent.  It seemed chaotic, but on reflection there was
some order about it all.  I don't want to call them gangs, but the
different fraternities seemed to congregate together, although most visited
other pitches during the afternoon.

   The boys erected the tent whilst Ali and I decided to do something about
getting the kettle on.  Almost before the water boiled, the tent was up.  I
decided to pre-empt any awkwardness by slipping my arm through Hank's and
asking "which side is ours, Hank?"

   He had brought a double sleeping bag and pointed to it, "There." he
said. "sleeping bag rules are no nightclothes."

   "You naughty boy!" I exclaimed and laughed.  Whilst the tea was mashing,
Ali and I nipped into the tent to get out of our biking gear.  "You going
commando then Ali?" I asked but she shook her head.  she was wearing full
but sexy panties under her micro mini and a black tee shirt.  she also had
a black bra on.  I decided also to wear a bra (black of course) under my
camisole, it produced a little cleavage and I needed all the help I could
in that department.

   "Are you girls going to be in there all day?" Smithy shouted out.  So I
rapidly pulled on my shorts and went outside.  A hot cup of tea and some
sandwiches which Smithy had thought to bring along went down very well.

   The bikes were each locked and then locked together.  "If someone is
determined to pinch them, they will have them." Hank told me and Ali, "all
we can do is try and slow them down a bit.  But there are some much more
expensive bikes here, ours will hopefully pass unnoticed." There isn't much
you can do to lock up a tent, but the folks around us seemed nice enough,
one couple with a trike had brought a toddler with them, a little girl who
apparently wanted to run around naked all the time.  Nobody seemed to be
bothered.

   We could already hear the music throbbing away in the next field, so
made our way over there.  It was a much bigger site than the rally we went
to a couple of weeks before, but there were many similarities.  Same food
stalls, same bike bits stalls, tattoo tents, leather jackets and the like.
The most striking thing was the women.  Anything seemed to go, exotic
tattoos, chains and very few clothes even in broad daylight.  There was not
a part of the female anatomy that wasn't on view, sometimes on the same
woman.  The dress code seemed to be next to nothing or less.  I suppose if
you have an enormous tattoo down your back (or even front!) this was the
ideal opportunity to show it off.  Ali and I felt like frumps.

   I decided to take off my bra and just wear my camisole.  Ali saw what I
was doing and removed her tee shirt.  Hank smiled and said, "You're not
going to need that for the rest of the weekend." He took my bra out of my
hand and tossed into a campfire we were just passing.  A cheer went up from
some lads that were watching.

   "Anything else you want to burn Hank?" I asked him giving him a cuddle.
Ali's shirt for example?"

   "That's Smithy's prerogative." he replied "I wouldn't touch anything
that is hers."

   "Awww!" I exclaimed, "so the gang bang we were expecting tonight ain't
gonna happen then!"

   He laughed heartily and said "We'll see,"

   Very soon we were near the stage.  Some of the couples were dancing, but
it was mostly women.  "Do you want to dance, Hank?" I asked.

   I suspect it wasn't 'cool' for a man to be seen dancing, so he shook his
head and indicted I should dance with Ali.  It was too loud to hold a
conversation but she got the message and we danced mainly for the amusement
of the men, but we had fun too.  Then we spotted Hank and Smithy holding
four beers so we stopped dancing and started drinking.

   We stood with our plastic pint glasses in our hands watching a sexy
ginger singer in front of the band she was wearing a brilliant white
micro-dress which not only showed off her tanned legs, but contrasted
beautifully with all the black around.  She shone like a beacon, she was
good too, having the crowd rock along with the music.  I stood with my back
to Hank's muscular chest, his free hand on my shoulder.  We were engrossed
in the performance of the girl singer, is was a question of "is she, or
isn't she?" wearing panties, we're talking about here.  As she spun round
her dress flared out a little but not enough to reveal the truth.  I slid
my free hand behind me and touched Hank's groin.  He was hard!  I must
admit The girl was putting on a great teasing and sexy act without
revealing anything that wasn't on display already.  I rubbed my hand
lightly up and down Hank's erection and became aware that he was sliding
the strap of my camisole off my shoulder and down my arm.  I had no doubt
that my tit was going to come out of the top any second.  Then it did.  I
quickly finished my drink and dropped the glass on to the grass (Look, I
know, OK?) I reached out for his hand and brought it up to my exposed
nipple.  He caressed my breast and rubbed my nipple between his thumb and
forefinger.  He was driving me crazy and I was beginning to gasp He offered
his glass of beer to me and poured into my mouth faster than I could take
it, so most it went all down my front, soaking my camisole.  His free hand
then went to the waist fastening of my shorts and in a moment it was
undone. his big hand pushed it's way down on inside them and he fingered my
clitoris and labia.

   On stage, the girl's dress seemed to have come unhitched at the back and
when she turned away from the audience we could all see her bare back, her
skirt was sliding higher and higher as was my temperature as I was sagging
into Hank's all encompassing hand.  He was working me beautifully and I had
no mind about who might be watching, nor did I care at all.  All I cared
about was getting off and this was going to happen pretty soon.  Hanks
raised his glass again and this time poured the remainder of his beer over
my shoulder length blonde hair.  I don't know why I should think that sexy,
but at that moment I did, I SO did!  Then I squirted all over Hank's hand
and he rubbed me down there so vigorously that I cried out "Yes!  YES! 
YEESSSS!" and would have slid down on to the grass if her hadn't held me
up, a finger still inside my cunt.

   I turned round in his arms and gasped.  "That was wonderful!" A great
cheer went up from the crowd, but they were applauding the singer who was
finishing her set.  As she departed the stage, she faced the crowd and
lifted her dress to reveal she was wearing a little yellow thong, so she
was after all.

   Not only was I drenched in beer, I was dripping in sweat too, but I was
happy, tired but happy.  "You owe me one." Hank said.

   "Anytime." I said.

   "Fine, but first let's go and get something to eat." He replied.  I
moved to bring my shoulder strap back into place, but he added "leave it."
so I did, my breast still uncovered.  I felt very daring.

   We caught up with Smithy and Ali at the food area.  "Here they come, the
sex stars of the afternoon.  That was some show you two put on out there."
Ali said laughing, "I was quite turned on myself."

   Smithy said "That girl who was on this afternoon is on again tonight -
late and I'm told it is always worth watching."

   "Hmm," I said, "I wonder what that means?" with my finger to my cheek.

   "Sexier, no doubt" Ali replied, "Although she'll have to go some to keep
up with you two!" We were sitting eating typical festival food, everything
is bad for you, when we became aware of a bit of a commotion.  There was
crowd gathering and a bit of dust was getting raised.  We went over the
have a look.  Two big burly guys were wrestling still dressed in their
bikers boots, leather trousers and waistcoats.

   "What are they fighting about?" Someone asked.  as each of the was being
cheered on, if that was the right word by two women.  The guys were getting
a lot of verbal abuse from the women, it was not clear who was supporting
who.

   "This is a long standing feud which boiled over after a few beers this
afternoon." Another guy offered.  "It seems that the one who is defeated
and declared the loser by that old guy doing the refereeing, has to
relinquish his woman to the other gang for the night."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah and the last time that happened she came back pregnant and
tattooed."

   "Wow!"

   "Only last time it happened the girl was gambled away.  This time it's
blood their after."

   It was getting ugly and I didn't want to watch anymore, so the four of
us drifted away, but we hadn't gone far before there was a shout and big
cheer.  The fight was apparently over.  A few minutes later, gang of about
eight men were walking away, one all battered and bloodied but laughing. 
The others were carrying a woman head high and ripping off her clothes as
they went.

   "Poor woman".  Ali shuddered.

   "That's what you get for getting too deeply involved with the hard core
gangs." Hank observed.

   "Will her gang try to rescue her?" Ali asked.

   "Two things about that.  They would lose face if they did and the other
is that the women are treated like chattels and handed round within the
gang.  I'm guessing there must be compensations, like great sex or
something."

   "Can I have the sex without violence on the side please?" I pleaded.

   "There now, I was just about to use you as an entry pass into one of the
smaller gangs." Hank sounded annoyed and thumped his fist into his other
hand.

   "Look at his eyes!  Ali pointed, "he can stop from smiling, but he can't
hide the twinkle in his eye!"

   "Good God!" Hank sounded exasperated.  "Spotted.  I guess I'll just have
to settle for handing you over to Smithy for an hour or two...  er second
thoughts he might only need fifteen minutes" Then he laughed.  Smithy
punched his arm and laughed too.

   It was now late afternoon and we went back to check on the camp. 
Everything seemed to be in order.  "Let me show you the bed." Hank offered
and led me into the tent.  we were no sooner in than my top was pulled off
"Now give me a nice biker girl blow job."

   "What's a biker girl blow job?" I smiled.

   "One where I cum in your face again."

   "How about in my mouth?" I asked teasingly.  His penis which was already
out gave a twitch at that, so I set to work.  I worked my tongue around the
helmet of his prick and before if got too hard, I sucked his foreskin into
my mouth.

   You'd have thought that I had electrocuted him he bucked up off the
sleeping bag.  "Fucking hell Tina!" He bellowed, "Nobody's ever done that
to me before!"

   "Keep it quiet in there!" Smithy's voice came through the tent wall.

   "What did you do Tina?" Ali asked, "will you show me?"

   "Later!" Hank called out, "now shut the fuck up!"

   I got on with the job in hand.  I cupped his balls with one hand while
slowly rubbed my other up and down his penis, sucking on it.  The position
was awkward and I couldn't sustain it for long.  so I settled for laying my
head on his stomach, my cheek against his hairy belly, his prick pointing
directly at my face.

   When it came the semen flew out of his meatus with such force that it
was taken aback and as I got smothered, I felt the warm slightly salty milk
dripping off me, but the second spurt had still to arrive and that felt
even more than the first one.  a third and finally a fourth weaker emerged.
I was drenched in the stuff it was all over my face from in my hair to
dripping off my chin.  I leant up on one arm looked at Hank and with a grin
asked, "satisfied?"

   He took my hair in both hands a wiped my face clean with it.  He
carefully made sure that every drop of semen on my face was removed... 
with my own hair.  "Don't wash your hair." he said.

   I understood.  I wanted his smell on me.  Besides on a more practical
level the queues for the few showers even this early in the event were
hours long.  No, I would play the "durty girl" and let my man make me smell
of him for the weekend.

   "Can we come in?" Ali and Smithy were crawling in under the flimsy
partition.

   I am sure I looked a mess with spunk in my hair and down my body.  "Look
what he has done to me." I said quietly

   "We want to know what you did to him to make him do that to you."

   I looked at his now flaccid penis.  "I'll show you." I said and pulled
his foreskin up with my fingers then sucked it into my mouth.  It still
tasted of semen and I relished it.

   "Wow!" Smithy said, "you didn't do that to me."

   "No, but I will, I promise." Ali murmured.  I noticed that she was still
wearing her bra although her skirt and panties were missing.

   "Now sod off and let us sleep." Hank said, not irritably, but with
enough passion to let everyone know he meant it.  He held up the side of
the sleeping bag and I slid in beside him.  The others went and I snuggled
up to him in bed for the first time.  I lay half on top of him feeling our
naked bodies touching all the way.  I lifted one leg and hooked it over his
thigh.  "What do you think of it so far?" He asked quietly.

   "Great." I whispered conscious that my dampening labia was brushing
against his soft penis.

   "Will you do something for me?" He breathed.

   "Anything."

   He chuckled, "careful.  When we go out tonight don't wear any
underwear."

   "I don't much of a choice, you burnt the only bra I had with me."

   "I'll burn all your panties too then."

   "That won't be necessary, I'll happily go out pantyless with you
tonight." I whispered, "most of the women seem to be near nude anyway, so I
guess I won't be noticed."

   He grunted and fell asleep.

   We woke a couple of hours later and I had a peek through to have a look
at Ali and Smithy.  I could only see him, but a lump in the bed indicated
where she was, somewhere near his groin.  I smiled.  Hank said "let's go
and get something to eat." I nodded, "here," he said "put this on." He
handed me one of black his tee-shirts.

   "Is that all?" I asked, he grinned, "well stay close to me then." I
demanded, a little scared.  It came down further on me than I feared.  I
have dresses shorter than that.

   As we walked to the food area, I felt very vulnerable, but a bit whizzed
too.  I just knew that everyone knew that I was naked under this shirt, but
I didn't see anyone give me a second glance.  "How do you feel?" Hank asked
me as we bit into another burger.

   "Nervous and a bit excited." I confessed.

   "Want to up the ante a bit?"

   "W-what do you have in mind?" I asked, quite nervous now.

   "A few modifications."

   "Like what?"

   "Oh I don't know, perhaps a couple of holes cut in it, or shorten it up
a bit."

   I gulped.  "Is that what you want?"

   "Yes." he said gruffly.

   "You won't leave me by myself?" I pleased.

   "Fat chance!"

   "Well OK then but not too much or too many." I heard myself reply.

   "Stay here!" Hank ordered and was gone.

   "Hallo darlin' you're a sexy little thing aren't you" A biker, quite
old, approached me.

   "My boyfriend will be back in a minute."

   "Then you won't mind me sitting here with you till he gets here will
you?" Alf was a tattooed man in his fifties with a bit of a paunch and grey
beard.  In other circumstances I think I might have enjoyed talking to him,
finding out what he had done and all.  But right now I was petrified of
him, even though all he had done was talk to me, he hadn't attempted to
touch or even get close to me.  I was relieved to see Hank coming back and
Alf saw him too.  "Well ta-ra darling I've got to be off now." He said and
was gone.

   "You OK Tina?" Hank asked, "Was that old scrote bothering you?"

   "I think he just wanted to talk to someone." I said.

   "You weren't bothered by him?" Hank enquired.

   "No, no, he was just being pleasant." I assured him, "He was...  well
polite I suppose I should say." Sounding a lot more confident than I felt
at the time.  "I'm OK now you're back."

   "OK then let's get started." He had a pair of scissors and cut across my
shirt about two inches above my belly button.  The cut was about six inches
long then at one end he cut downwards for a couple of inches.  This left a
diagonal flap which hung down uncovering my belly and navel.  "Let's go
back to the tent." He suggested, "we'll carry on there."

   At first I was very nervous about how much I was revealing, but I calmed
down and began to enjoy the feeling that people could see, if they cared to
look, that the shirt was my only garment.  In truth all they could see was
a bit of belly I have worn less on a beach in a bikini, it was just the
setting that was unnerving.

   We made it back to the camp.  I got used to walking around with my belly
on show, in fact the naughtiness sort of appealed to my mischievous nature.
When we got back Hank decided that more material needed to go from the tee
shirt of his that I was wearing as a dress.  I took it off and let him get
busy.  The sleeves went and the arm holes were extended south both sides. I
got the giggles as Hank cut more and more off shirt.  Also he cut a series
of horizontal slits across the back all the way to my bum.  I was really
laughing now as he gone far too far to expect me to wear this out , so I
was just letting him go for it, no cuts were barred so to speak.

   He announced that he had finished, so I put what remained of the shirt
back on to model it for him.  Nothing important was actually on show, well
maybe a bit of my bum, but the effect was sexy as well as anarchistic.  It
was a sort of protest against traditional fashion if you like, not that I
nor any of my friends were fashionistas.

   Because it was difficult to stand up in the tent, Hank persuaded me to
go just outside, so I could model it for him properly.  "God Tina is that
what you're wearing tonight?" Ali and Smithy had come back from wherever
they had been and caught me whilst I was outside.

   "Of course not!  Hank was just having a bit of fun..."

   "Yes, she is." Hank said firmly coming out of the tent.  "What's more
she is just about to go and get some water from the tap."

   The tap was only about twenty yards or so away, a point taken into
account when selecting our camping spot.  "Oh no I'm not!" I shrieked.

   "Go on I dare you!" Ali laughed.  "I'll come with you."

   "You're fully dressed!" I rejoined, in fact she hadn't actually got much
on either.

   "I'll lose the bra and borrow Smithy's waistcoat." she offered.  "C'mon,
or I'll think you are chicken."

   "Just to the water tap?"

   "Just to the tap." She confirmed.  So I picked up the small water
container and headed towards the tap.  "Are you having a good time?" she
asked as we walked.

   "The best."

   "Even if your man makes you walk about as good as naked?" she queried.

   "I suppose the environment here affects that.  After all we've seen lots
of bare muff and tits here today, haven't we?" I rationalised my position.
"Why don't you flash yours?" I challenged her, "Yours are so much better
that mine."

   "A bit bigger, not better." She corrected me and pulled the waistcoat
back and put her hands on her hips.  "There, see?"

   There was a queue at the tap so we had to wait.  "I keep thinking about
that poor girl who got taken by the other gang earlier." I said.

   "They won't hurt her." The guy behind us in the queue said.  "They will
gang bang her and humiliate her, but they won't injure her at all."

   "Physically, you mean, what about psychologically?" I asked him.  He was
standard biker, leather waistcoat, greying beard and pot belly.

   He looked me up and down and smiled.  "You new to this sort of thing
aren't you?"

   "Yes." I admitted.

   "Well first, let me say, you've got balls to walk around like that.  It
usually takes a few months for women to get to that.." he pointed my lack
of cover, " ...stage.  But to get to the depth of the gangs that she has
got to, she will have already been passed around within her own gang, so
she knew what was at stake even before the argument started.  I suppose she
got a thrill of being at risk and would have felt wonderful if her guy had
won."

   "Any chance of getting some water here?" came a voice from behind us. 
We noticed the tap was now unoccupied, so rapidly I filled the container.

   As we made way for the guy who had been talking to us, he said, "Better
stay on the fringes for a while and enjoy your new found freedom to walk
around naked in a crowd and get admired, but not bothered."

   "Thank you for your advice." I told him, "what's your name?"

   "Names don't matter round here.  Have a good time tonight."

   "Thanks, I will." I replied.

   I was persuaded to wear the shirt to the concert.  I felt very
vulnerable, but excited at my daring.  Ali was not so daring but as we
stood drinking beer waiting to the main act to hit the stage, I noticed
that Smithy was standing behind her and having undone the waistband of her
little skirt, had his hand down inside the front of it.  I caught her eye
and gave her a thumbs up sign.  she simply smiled back at me and rubbed her
backside into Smithy's groin.

   The band struck up and the crowd greeted the girl singer again.  Her
name was Sushi, Smithy joked that that was because she smelled of fish.  I
had to think about that for a moment and realised he was referring to the
odour that a woman sometimes gives off.  she was wearing a long coat down
to her ankles, so we were left in some ignorance what if anything, she had
on underneath it.  She strutted on to the stage to cheers, the band struck
up and without any preamble, went into her first number.  About halfway
through, the coat dropped to the floor, revealing a dress which was sexy
enough, but was clearly not the only layer she was wearing.

   By the third or fourth number, I forget which, Hank had slipped his
hands in through the holes he had cut in my shirt and was busy diddling my
clit with one hand and squeezing my tits with the other.  I started to take
less notice of what was happening on stage and more of what was happening
to me.  The slow build up of pressure within me was rising like steam in a
boiler.  I was about ready to blow, when Hank, who knew what he was doing
to me, eased off and let me stop doing so and kept me on the verge of
orgasm.  I was ecstatic and loving what was happening.  At that moment I
would have let him do whatever he wanted to me, indeed I would have happily
done anything he suggested.

   Suddenly Sushi was crowd surfing and after only a few seconds, her dress
was gone.  She was recovered to the stage by security wearing much the same
as I was, very little except a torn tee shirt.  She did not seem at all
bothered.  the amount of leg and side boob exposed was fantastic, indeed
she was happily flashing her tits as she sang.  After a while I was
convinced that the rips and tear in her shirt were getting bigger and
letting us see more of her body.  I did not see her actually tearing the
shirt as all, so she must have been clever about it.

   Then she was asking for "babes" as she called them to join her on stage.
She said she needed two.  "Right Here!" Hank called out and pushed me
towards the stage.  Security bore me away and the next thing I know I was
being lifted by strong hands up on to the stage over speakers and cables.

   Sushi pointed at me and shouted "Snap!  You and I are going to get on
just fine!" Another girl appeared on stage having been pushed up by other
guys.  In comparison she was properly dressed, having tight black jeans and
a black sleeveless top.  It was obvious she was wearing a bra.  "You!"
Sushi shouted at her, "Lose the shirt." The girl grinned and lifted her top
over her head to show her black bra.  Sushi grabbed the girl's shirt and
threw it into the crowd, "I'll give you another one." and the girl
shrugged.

   Sushi put the mike on it's stand and we three stood with our arms around
each other as the next song started.  Luckily it was one that I knew the
chorus of and our trio sang along together.  Then she took centre stage
whilst me and the other "volunteer" danced behind her.  Then came the
request to the other girl, "Do you wanna lose the bra too?" The girl nodded
nervously.  "Ok wait a mo." Then Sushi danced over to me, singing as she
did so and we danced together a bit, rubbing our tits together and the
like. "You're a sexy little bitch aren't you?  she sang to me.  This
brought forth a roar from the crowd.  Then she went over to the other girl
and singing to her, unclipped the girl's bra.  The girl immediately held
the bra to her chest and turn to face the band, this meant the crowd could
see her bare back.

   Whilst the guitarist played a riff, Sushi said to me "When I give you
the nod, you tear my shirt and I'll tear yours - right?"

   "What?  right off?" I gasped.

   "Whatever." Sushi answered then dance back over to the other girl,
snatch her bra away and tossed that into the crowd.  Leaving the mike on
the stand again, she danced over to me "Now!" I hesitated then grabbed the
neckline of her shirt and pulled it apart.  but before I had completed the
tear, she ripped the front out of mine completely.  I yanked at hers again
and it opened like a jacket and she let it fall off her shoulders on to the
stage.  Everyone could see that all she wore was a little yellow thong. 
She disposed of my shirt entirely and laughed when she saw I was naked.  "I
thought you'd be wearing panties!" She laughed.  "Go on...  go ahead." and
offered her hip to me I snapped the string of her thong and it slithered
down to the floor.  "Now we're quits!" She put her arm round me and we
posed for the crowd.  She waved over the other girl, still topless and we
posed all together.

   A stagehand brought her a sort of robe and handed me and the other girl
a commemorative Tee shirt each.  Sushi grabbed the mike and called by a
"Big Hand for the girls here!" The crowd went mad as she went into her next
song.  I was in a dream and walked to the side of the stage still carrying
the shirt I had been given.

   "Put the shirt on darlin'." one of the security guys said, "your
boyfriend is here to collect you." I slipped the shirt on which was none
too long and slid off the stage into Hank's arms.

   "You were wonderful!" He beamed.  "Now I've got to get you back to the
camp safely."

   "I'll walk with you." A voice said.  It turned out to be one of the
biggest security guys I have ever seen, "just to make sure you get there
all right."

   As we pushed through the crowd, Sushi's act was still going on and it
sounded like she was still teasing the guys.  Someone called out "I'll give
you fifty quid for the shirt!"

   The security guy said "You can buy them for thirty quid from the stall."

   "But I want THAT one!" the bloke moaned.

   "Beat it Buster!" Security guy snarled and that shut him up.

   We got to the entrance to our field and Hank said, "we'll be Ok from
here thanks." So the guy told us to have a good night, turned on his heel
and headed back to the show.  Hank took me in his arms and kissed me deeply
and I surrendered to his crushing arms.  "Take off the shirt." He whispered
gruffly.

   Suddenly there was nothing that I would rather have done than walk naked
the last fifty or so yards to our tent.  "OK." I gasped and pulled it over
my head.  IT was dark and with only a torch and the occasional campfire
providing light, I felt very sexy walking naked in amongst the tents.

   When we got to our tent, I said softly, "Take me Hank, take me out
here." The next moment I was on my back on the slightly damp, but soft
grass and Hank was trying to divest himself of his jeans.  "Completely
naked Hank.  I want you completely naked, I'm not going anywhere."

   He dropped onto me his big powerful body encompassing and covering mine.
"Fill me Hank, fill me to the brim." I gasped.  Bearing in mind the sights
and sound of the day, he was more than ready to do as I asked and he was
soon pumping his sperm deep inside me.  I wanted it, needed it and had to
have it.

   "God!  Look at those two!" Ali and Smithy arrived as Hank was we were
mid flow.

   "Join in!" Hank gasped.  "Ali, wank Smithy off over Tina's face!"

   "Too late!" Ali laughed, "he's just cum all over mine!  But I didn't
climax and I've got a cunt full of pussy juice just waiting for her."

   Hank eased himself up and made way for Ali to kneel over my face and
position her pussy above my lips.  I became aware of someone fingering my
clitoris, I didn't know who but I guessed it was Hank.  But then I looked
up and saw him offering his flaccid, but slimy prick to Ali's mouth.  She
gobbled him down, mixing her saliva and Smithy's sperm all over her face. I
continued to let Ali's juices dribbled into my mouth as I felt a bearded
chin between my thighs, then a rough feeling tongue almost like a cat's
began to lap at my pussy.  I assumed this was Smithy, as he had a beard,
but to be honest I didn't care so much who it was.  I reached up and tore
the front of Ali's top apart and caressed her beasts almost feverously. 
She groaned as I did that, but it might have been because Hank was hard
again and literally fucking her mouth.

   Eventually we all came and collapsed in a heap around the fire.  Hank
and I naked, with Ali pretty much so too, Smithy was almost fully dressed.
"Like that?" Hank asked me.

   "What do you think?" I asked, exasperated.  "I fucking loved it!" Then
after a moment I addressed Ali, "That was the first time we've ever done
anything like that, isn't it Ali?"

   "I'll bet it won't be the last!" Smithy guffawed.

   "I hope it won't." Ali said quietly.  "I liked it too."

   "The bar is still open, let's go and get a drink." Hank suggested.

   "Are you going to put on some clothes?" I laughed.

   "Of course!..  but not too many and that goes for you too."

   I wore a top and jeans as did pretty much all of the others.  When we
got to the bar, it seems we almost needn't have bothered.  Lots of guys
didn't have shirts on and the women, well, most of them hadn't got shirts
on either although some were wearing bras.  We felt positively overdressed.
We stayed for about an hour, but the call of nature demanded that we left
early.  Getting back to the tent, Hank and I climbed into our big sleeping
bag and cuddled down.  Ali and Smithy did the same and eventually I fell
asleep in Hanks arms.

   It was first light when I awoke and the camp was quiet.  Hank had a
woody, so I slithered down inside the hot stuffy bag and took it into my
mouth.  I manipulated it with my hand and tongue and I could feel his sap
rising until I was delighted when he spurted loads of his precious white
seed into my mouth.  I swallowed.  It tasted salty and warm and then with
the aroma still on my lips, I crept up and kissed him on the mouth.

   Breakfast was taken at one of the burger bars that was doing a roaring
trade in bacon butties.  Hank and Smithy were having a discussion about the
journey home.  "Better not leave it too long," Hank said, "it could take a
while to get out." In the event it was nearly midday by the time we had got
everything packed up and loaded.  We were just saying goodbye to the couple
with the trike and youngster when we were distracted by a load of bikers
strolling slowly through the camp.  they were carrying a naked girl who was
painted purple!

   "That is the gang girl they took last night!" Smithy guffawed.  "They
must have found some Iodine in one of the farm buildings." Apparently
farmers use iodine as an antiseptic when calves are born.  It has a very
high staining quality which can take days to wash off.  She was greeted by
her own gang with almost disdain, almost ignoring her until two of their
women took her in hand and whisked her away.  A curt nod was exchanged
between the two gang leaders and they turned their backs on each other and
went back to their own.

   We clambered on to the fully loaded bikes and had a gentle ride back to
our home town.  On the way we called in at a roadside cafe, sitting by the
window so we could keep an eye on the bikes.  Whilst the boys were getting
the food, Ali asked me what I thought about the trip.  "Well I expected to
get fucked and I did, but there were so many things that did surprise
me..."

   Ali took my hand across the table "They're coming back!  Quick would you
go with them again if they asked us?"

   "Would you?" I asked in return.  She grinned and nodded.  "So would I,
in an instant!" I added forcibly.

   "Sausage and mash alright?" Smithy asked as he put down two plates
before us.  "Well we had a great time with you two, didn't we Hank?  Do you
fancy coming camping with us next weekend?  It won't be a rally, just the
four of us camping in a field somewhere, so it will be a lot quieter."

   Hank chipped in, "we loved the way you two girls took to it and joined
in..."

   "Yes!  We'd love to!" Ali interrupted him.  "As long as there is plenty
of sex." Hank looked at me, I grinned and nodded at him.  Ali looked at me
and winked, "and we'll bring fewer clothes next time."

   The guys dropped us off at mine as I have a better shower and a more
reliable hot water system than Ali has.  As the boys rode away, Ali asked,
"looking forward to next weekend?" I nodded as I waved to the boys.  "So am
I...  I want them to do really dirty things to me!"

   I looked at her quizzically, "what do you have in mind?"

   She took my hand, "let's go inside and I'll show you."

   Ali stayed the night.

   On Wednesday, Ali and I met for lunch.  "This weekend..." she said.

   "What about it?" I asked.

   "Well," she began, cleared her throat and started again.  "Well, I was
thinking that as a treat for the boys, we might...  er...  not take any
underwear with us at all."

   "We didn't wear much last weekend." I mentioned.

   "I know, but apart from jeans whilst we're on the bikes, let's say tiny
dresses and tops and skirts only and stuff that tears easily."

   "This sounds like a replay of last weekend." I muttered.

   "I know," she said, "but the environment will be different, village pub
with country yokels being shocked at how little we are wearing, it'll be
fun."

   I had a surprise in store for Hank (and I suppose Smithy) when he/they
turned up on Saturday morning.  I called him up from the window, both of
them came up and I opened the door topless, made sure that they saw me put
on my bomber jacket on over nothing at all.  "Ready?  I asked them.

   Ali had been watching over the bikes, Smithy told her immediately, "Tina
is naked under her bomber jacket."

   "And how do you know I'm not?" she asked him.  and unzipped her jacket
enough to let him see there were only tits under it.

   "Looks like we're in for a good weekend!" Hank observed.