Cat joins the Family

I would like to acknowledge the gratifying response my first story received, so spent more time on this one, taking what I learned, incorporating the kind remarks from you, the readers.

This story is written as a possible springboard for follow on tales based around the characters introduced here. The motorcycle club is left vague, as there are so many large and small, that I did not want to unintentionally borrow a name. More detail may come later.

I want to profoundly thank ChancesAre for looking this over, and providing advice that greatly improved the story. A lesson in the value of good editing I won’t forget.

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Cat joins the family

It was a nice spring evening, and Carol had the windows and the sliding door to the large deck open, not needing the air conditioning on. This was her favorite time of the year, this and fall, with the accompanying Halloween party. The smells and colors of nature seemed more vibrant and full. Not to mention that the boys started making more Club runs. They didn’t notice the vibe, not at all, but the runs mostly wound into the mountains on the lazy two-lanes.

She sat down on the couch next to Mike, taking a sip of her first beer of the evening. It was Friday, and Mike had chosen to stay home, rather than go to the club house. He had Sports Center on.

“Honey, I know it’s Logan’s and Cat’s night, but I would have liked to be there to see him give her her cut. It’s a big step for him, and I would have loved to see the look on her face when he slides it on.”

Mike took a swig of his Jack and Coke, and looked over at Carol, his Lady for the last six years. He knew she had wanted to be there, and truth to tell, so had he. “Yeah, I know, but it’s their night, and the guys need their space to party and welcome Cat in right. We’d just put a damper on it, besides, Gunner has it under control,” he gave a wry smile, “of course Jules is another thing.

Mike slid an arm around Carol’s shoulders, and drew her in close to him so he could nuzzle her earlobe. “I had a thought,” he murmured.

Carol slid around a little, to give him better access to her neck, and gave him a sidelong roll of the eyes. “That could be dangerous, but let’s hear it.” If it was what she thought it was, she was already reviewing movie picks in her head.

“You know Logan’s more level headed than most, so I figure he will be bringing Cathy home tonight. You’ll have a chance to welcome her this weekend, more privately. By the same token, I don’t plan on listening to the two of them howling at the moon all night, either. So I’m thinking we should party a little ourselves. You spent all day working me up, now it’s time to pay the piper. Kills two birds with one stone. We won’t hear, or care, when Logan seals the deal, and hell, they might learn something.” Mike returned to kissing under Carol’s ear, and around her throat. The hand not holding his drink was rubbing lightly over her breasts through the light sweater she was wearing.

“Hmmm, pay the piper, the man says.” Carol pulled away from Mike, turning so she could fully face him. “Sounds more like you want me to play the pipe so you can lay some pipe. It’s nice to know my feminine wiles still work!” She grabbed Mike’s glass and her empty bottle and went to the small bar for refills. “You keep on convincing me while I consider your offer, but I think it is movie night.”

Mike grinned, as he watched Carol sway as she assembled his drink. Carol was a special woman, and he loved everything about her. She was five feet seven inches tall, to his own five foot ten, and had the prettiest deep brown hair that she kept in a loose braid, for work and riding that fell to just below her shoulders. At thirty four years old, Carol’s body was softening a little from the lean girl she had been, but that suited Mike just fine. Her D cup breasts were starting to lose the battle with gravity, but they were putting up a hell of a fight. Her eyes were a lighter shade of brown than her hair, with flecks of gold at the edges if the light was right. The five or so pounds extra she was carrying just filled in her curves, giving her butt that little extra that drove him crazy.

Carol worked at the Hospital, now as a charge nurse, and she liked it. She was trauma trained, as were most of the staff. Being a military heavy area, the civilian hospital was a designated trauma center. For the last twenty years, the facility had earned a well respected reputation for not only its trauma teams, but long term care for returning wounded warriors. That’s how she and Mike had met.

Carol handed Mike his drink, and sat back down, putting her arms around him. She rubbed the small scar below his belly through his tee shirt. The bullet had hit the bottom of his armor vest, and tumbled through his guts. That had been his last tour, and he laughed now about riding a damn tank, and getting shot while collecting Iraqi prisoners. At the time, it had been serious, and she had been on the team that put him back together, then kept seeing him as he went through therapy. They hadn’t dated then, as he was struggling to get his life back, and she was dealing (poorly) with her own trauma. Her husband of four years had been KIA in Afghanistan, and she had poured herself into her work, helping those that made it back, instead of dealing with her loss. She had admired the soldier who stoically dealt with the pain and surgeries, pushing himself through the rehab sessions. He was supportive of the other soldiers going through it with him; especially the young kids, now losing limbs from IEDs and such.

The docs had done a pretty good job of patching him together in country, but he needed specialized care, and putting his intestines back into working order was going to take a while. There had been other damages too; a nick in the major artery, a piece of the bullet had hit a kidney, things like that. But some good doctors were working on ways to keep wounds like this from resulting in a permanent colostomy bag. When Carol first saw him he was heavily sedated and a wreck, but as time went by, his quiet courage and determination to get past it made her notice him. He was just a little taller then she was, but as he filled back out, he became as solid physically as he seemed mentally. Broad in the shoulders and chest, he didn’t taper much down to the hips. He spent a lot of time in the gym, and his legs and arms showed it. He had a dusky complexion, befitting his Greek heritage, with tightly curled black hair, which he kept trimmed short, as he did his beard. He’d gotten a shaving exemption in the army, because he would have to shave five times a day to meet mil spec, as he called it. Abrams tanks were sealed for NBC warfare, so the brass bowed to the inevitable.

The other thing that made her notice him was his penis. One day she was doing followup after another surgery, and she walked into the exam room while he was lying nude on the exam table with just a sheet covering him from his pubes down. First she saw the thick hair covering his body that was growing back (they had shaved him prior to medevac, to look for any other wounds that might have escaped notice,) and then his noble reflexed, and the sheet tented and slipped. About average in length, she noted, but thick and solid as the rest of him. Mike turned a bright red, and tried to grab the sheet, and missed. Carol hadn’t failed to appreciate that she was the cause of his erection, but at the time, she was slipping deeper into her own personal hell, and just got on with the job.

Then one fine spring day six years ago, Mike rode into the hospital parking lot on his Harley, walked into her boss’s office, and told him he was taking her for a ride. Right the Hell now. Carol was a mess, not sleeping, losing weight, and on the ragged edge of a nervous breakdown. Rubin, her boss, had been trying to get her into therapy to deal with her own loss, but she was fighting it, so he called her to his office, and told her she had the rest of the week off. She tried stammering out her usual replies and denials, when the man in the corner said, “Look, sweet cheeks, you’ve been taking care of us for a long time. But it’s obvious that you are losing your own fight, and now it’s my turn.”

She wound up in the locker room, changing into jeans and a loose shirt. She had never been on a motorcycle before, and was nervous when Mike sat her on the back of the Wide Glide he had at the time. Then it was off to the leather shop, where he bought her boots, chaps, a beautiful jacket, several tee shirts and a couple of sweat shirts, and a helmet. That had been a Wednesday, and by Saturday afternoon, they had wound through the mountains and even hit the coast and waded in the ocean. Each evening, they had returned to the house he was fixing up, and she had spent the night in the guest room. Mike never pressured her, never assumed, but that night as he fed her grilled shrimp and steak, she had broken down and spent the night soaking his clothes and couch with her tears. He waited a month, while her healing got under way, then met her in the hospital parking lot.

“Hi, Sweet Cheeks, want to go for a ride? I need an opinion of the rear seat of my new ride.”

Mike had followed her home so she could change, then headed west on his ’13 Street Glide. She loved the rear seat. She also loved holding onto his solid waist, or as he called them, ‘Hundred mile hugs’. During his recovery he had become something of a fitness junky.

Along the way, she asked why he had a new bike. “Well, a couple of reasons. One, if you are going to be riding with me, I need more bike. Two, my son Logan is going to be moving in with me. His mother couldn’t handle him anymore, and tossed his ass. So, he will need something to ride.”

Carol was stunned, she didn’t even know he had a kid, had never seen any family except his parents during his entire recovery. Wait, what was that? Riding with him? A thrill that she had forgotten that she could feel swept through her, followed by fear. Was she ready for this? Did she want this? For the next hundred miles she asked him about his son while she explored her own feelings.

It turned out that his wife had split with another man while he was overseas, taking their young son with her. The impression she had from Mike was that she was kind of an indifferent mother, and Logan ran wild. He hadn’t contested the divorce, and while he had visitation rights, she made sure that it never worked out so that Logan could come and stay for any length of time. Mike had taken leave and gone up to see him when he could, but never spoke of his ex, and rarely his boy.

Carol noticed that they had come back into the outskirts of town, but an area she wasn’t familiar with. “Where are we?” she asked. They were turning into a parking area full of bikes, outside what appeared to be a bar and grill. She noticed a small sign giving the name of the club next to the door. This must be their clubhouse.

As they parked, Mike pulled a leather vest full of colorful patches out of a saddlebag, and slipped it on. He gave Carol a lopsided grin. “I’ve got some people I want you to meet. These are the guys I ride with, and while I don’t want to scare you off, I figure that you need to get to know more about me. These are good people, mostly vets. A bunch have ladies, and they’ll be here too. Relax, and let it flow. We’ll drink a few beers, then we need to talk.”

The first thing she noticed as she followed him into the building was some kind of Club Colors on the back of the vest. As the door opened, the sounds of a jukebox and people having a good time spilled out.

“Hey Sarge!” A giant of a man waved as he yelled above the noise. “We wondered if you were going to show tonight! When are you gonna bring that wonder woman you’ve been talking about by?” The babble of conversation muted as people turned to the door, and they saw Carol behind Mike.

“Yo, Digger, if you’d pay attention, she’s here. Now I expect you all to make her feel welcome, and don’t be telling her lies about me.” Mike strode into the room and started making introductions; clasping hands with the guys, and giving hugs to the women.

Carol followed behind, at a loss, until a Polynesian woman almost as large as the giant, dressed in jeans and a tee shirt with a vest of her own on, swept over her and pulled her into a crushing hug. “Hey baby, we have been waiting for Sarge to bring you in. That man don’t say much, but he’s been like a school kid talking about you. You must be somethin’, cause he gave up that bike he loves so much, just on a possibility. Welcome to the House, I’m Cheeks, Digger’s Lady, stick with me, and I’ll introduce you around.

The next three hours were a whirlwind of meeting people, hugging, and trying to sort out her feelings. So much had happened today. Sarge, as Mike was called by his “Brothers”, kept an eye on her, brought her a beer when she needed one, but let the dozen women give her a tour, then sit her down and start getting to know each other. She wound up telling them about her husband, and they took her into a side room and let her cry it out again. When Mike came to the door to check on her, Cheeks told him that they would deliver her back when they were damn good and ready.

By the end of the night, Carol felt better than she had in years. She wasn’t sure where this was going, but she was in for the ride.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Mike’s voice pulled her back to the present.

“Just remembering some things, baby. Thinking about how lucky I am. I love you, and I’m going to bed now, and put in a movie.”

She got up and headed into the bedroom. Mike smiled, and made a drink for the road, because this was going to be thirsty work. He grabbed another beer for Carol, and walked back to their room, wondering which movie she had chosen for them tonight.

He walked into the bedroom to see Carol nude on the big bed, her head at the foot of it. A movie was already started, and it showed a couple moaning passionately as they engaged in ’69 with each other. Carol glanced at him, smirked and said, “you’re overdressed, this is an official nude zone.”

“Not a problem, babe. I’ll just toss the beer and strip.” He grinned as she waved an arm in the direction of the bedside table and turned her attention back to the hi-def Samsung wide screen TV. Setting down the drinks, he quickly stripped and lay down alongside Carol, nibbling on her sweet cheeks. The scent of her arousal was starting to permeate the room as she threw a leg over him and moved her mound over his mouth, clearly wanting to mirror the action on screen. He felt Carol’s lips kiss around the base of his already half-hard cock, then begin to lick their way up the rapidly firming shaft. He returned the favor by licking and kissing the outer lips of her sex, nibbling the flesh at the crease of thigh and vulva.

They both moaned in pleasure, then Carol pulled off his face to turn around and begin planting heated kisses on Mike’s lips and face. They melted into each other, their bodies sliding and squirming to find the greatest contact. Mike returned her kisses, sucking on the tender places of throat and neck, gentle nips on an earlobe, returning to her mouth and finding her tongue.

Carol was stroking the now hard prick she found as she accepted Mike’s passionate attention. She moved so they both could see the television. It still amazed her how intensely watching porn aroused her. She had discovered Mike’s stash of movies soon after she began staying weekends with him. He had been working on a Saturday, and she had gotten bored, and started looking around for something to do while she waited for him. In a small cabinet in the master bedroom she had found a stack of dvds, so out of curiosity, had put one in. By the time Mike got home, the sheets were a wreck, and she practically raped him coming in the door. Four hours later, Mike was begging for mercy, and hunger was causing her to slow down. Eating was the only reason she let him out of the bedroom the rest of the weekend. Carol had added significantly to the stack of dvds. There was also a collection of toys in the cabinet now.

Mike loved movie nights, but had to restrain Carol from going overboard. He had learned from painful experience that he had to give it to her hard and fast, and in every way, to prevent the marathons of sex that could ensue, and make Carol useless at the hospital when it was time to go to work. He was pretty useless too, come to think of it. He had never heard of a woman that turned into a crazed sex junky from watching porn, but he wasn’t complaining, either.

Carol started by going down on him, and sucking him until he had flooded her mouth with the first load of cum. Then she spun to see the movie as Mike ate her to five mind numbing orgasms. She had loaded the player with five dvds, so there was no need to stop when one ended.

As Carol finished shuddering from the last of her climaxes, Mike slid out from under her and pulled her up to all fours, then proceeded to take her from the rear, doing his damnedest to pound her into the mattress. She was moaning and calling out passionate nothings as she pounded back just as hard. After several more orgasms, she pulled off his thick cock and shoved him back, then mounted him reverse cowgirl, and rode him through several more, until he exploded a river of semen into her scorching pussy.

Carol got out a large dildo from the stash, and kept herself at a rolling boil while Mike recovered. She knew he loved watching her pleasure herself. Then he surprised her, by sneaking up behind her and sticking a butt plug up her ass. As she screamed in surprise and the throes of an intense climax, he rolled her onto her side where she could watch the action onscreen, then proceeded to fuck her more slowly, clearly planning to take his time, holding her leg up so he could plumb her depths fully. The insidious part of his plan was that every time he drove home in her cunt, his belly slapped the plug in her butt, causing it to move and bounce inside her ass. She was cumming continuously, shivering and shaking, nearly passing out. When he finally neared his own finish, he pulled out of her, and unloaded on her face. Mike was gasping and groaning incoherently as he spurted, and the warm feeling of his spunk hitting her skin drove her over the edge again.

Mike hit pause on the dvd player, and when their breathing was approaching normal, kissed her deeply, and suggested a shower and a (non-sexual) snack. After gulping their drinks, they took a slow, sensuous shower, merely teasing each other to keep the vibe going. After eating some scrambled eggs and fruit, they returned to start all over.

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Logan found himself looking around the main room of the house nervously. There were about thirty brothers here tonight, and most of the ladies were in attendance, here to see Logan, ‘Chute’, make it official that he and Cat were an item. Cat was nowhere to be found. It was coming up on ten, and Gunner was going to shut down the music anytime. Logan had Cat’s vest, but no Cat. Poison and Ivy had taken Cat into the back room and passed her vest out to Trish, who acted as the clubs seamstress, to get the new patches sewed on

Cheeks, Digger’s Samoan wife, a large but still sexy woman of 6’2″ brushed by him. “Poison Ivy will have her out in a minute. They got carried away with their distraction, but it’s all good. I’m letting Gunner know now.” She patted him on the butt as she slid by grinning, and headed for the bar.

Bonz stepped close to be heard over the jukebox and random conversational noise, “Dude, don’t be so damn nervous, she ain’t run yet, and it isn’t like you are getting married. Digger says go to the end of the bar, and he’ll get it started.” Bonz slapped him on the back of the head with a shit eating grin, and dove back into the sea of people.

Logan was fresh out of the Army, having been discharged nearly six months ago, and had met Cathy after starting at the university he was attending. They had hit it off almost immediately, and Logan couldn’t believe his luck. Cathy was just drop dead gorgeous, even if some might say her nose was a little bold, and her full-lipped mouth a little wide. But her long, straight raven black hair, hazel eyes, and perpetually smiling face, not to mention the long, slim body, and legs that went on forever, drove him to distraction and to him, the total package was fantasy come true. Cat’s mother’s family were Armenian, and if she looked that good in twenty years, then Logan had hit the Lotto. Her father was out of the picture, as was common in this day and age, especially among military families, and like him, Cat had gone a little wild. That was part of the attraction; they were both trying to do better.

In the relative quiet as someone killed the jukebox, Digger yelled over the voices that filled the room, “Yo people! Boss has something to say! Listen up!”

Gunner, the chapter President, stood behind the bar and surveyed the crowd. “We got a little thing to do tonight, and it’s about damn time. So everyone grab a seat, and pay attention.” He looked around the bar area, glanced over at Chute, then raised his voice, “Poison Ivy, get your asses out here! Cat, front and center!”

Three young women came in from the back room, all blushing and giggling. Logan could see a sheen of sweat and or other fluids on their faces. Poison, a curvy 5’4″ dirty blonde with streaks of red in her hair, and a tattoo of an ivy vine winding up her left arm to disappear into her tee, went and sat on a stool at the bar, across from Gunner. Ivy, at 5’7″, was more slender than Poison, but still generous in breast and hips, walked across the room and wrapped her arm around her man Chucky’s waist. Her hair was cut at shoulder length but dyed a bright green. She too had a tat of an ivy vine running from her left arm up into her shirt, and it continued out the neck to wrap around her throat. Cat smiled nervously as she stepped over to Logan at the end of the bar.

Logan leaned in to kiss her, and could smell pussy all over her face. He grinned and whispered, “Poison or Ivy?”

Cat giggled, “Both. They said they were warming me up for you.” She wrapped her arms around him as he pulled her close. She could sense he was excited, and knew something was going on, there was an undercurrent of anticipation in the clubhouse tonight.

She thought back to when she had first seen Logan walking across campus, a slender but solid looking young man of about six feet, with a look of concentration on his face. Someone called a greeting to him, and his face lit up with a smile, and the seriousness faded, making him appear to be a ten year old contemplating mischief. His hair was a wavy sandy brown, just growing out of an obvious military High and Tight cut. As he turned to greet his friend, she saw his nose was thin and straight, and his eyes were greenish brown with hints of gold flecks. He wore a short, neatly trimmed beard and mustache. The army green sweater over jeans and a tee shirt confirmed the impression of a young man just out of the military. But it was the grace and self-assured way he carried himself that struck her the most. He was coiled steel, restrained, but aware of everything around him. Cathy realized she was staring when he suddenly turned his head and stared right back at her. His eyes ran up and down her body, openly appraising her, his thin lips twisting into a smirk. Then he blew a kiss at her, as he said something to his friend, then strode over to her.

“Hi, I’m Logan. Want to get a coffee later?”

They met after classes that afternoon, and she knew this was going to be fun. Logan was just out of the army, using his GI Bill money to go to school, and had been in the “86th” airborne. He didn’t speak much of it, and she sensed a darkness there. When he asked her if he could give her a ride home, he introduced her to his Harley Wide Glide, with custom paint in Army colors, and a logo of some kind on the front fender.

Soon Cathy had been introduced to the MC that he rode with. Her adventurous (her mother would say ‘wild’) youth let her fit right in. Cathy’s looks, and the sinuous way she moved, along with her mischievous personality soon led her to be called ‘Cat’ by the club members. Logan’s Father was a member, President at the time, so Logan, or ‘Chute’ as he was known, had grown up with these people. Cathy’s mother was not sure she wanted her daughter hanging out with “those” kinds of people, but Cathy and Logan introduced her to Mike and Carol, and eventually came to the clubhouse on an open night. Soon thereafter a wildly painted trike ridden by Bazooka Joe would show up, with her mother aboard. Cathy wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but hey, mom’s a big girl too.

Mike, or Sarge as he was called, and Logan both worked for Digger, the club Sergeant of Arms, part time. Mike maintained and operated heavy equipment because he just wanted something to do and to supplement his income, and Logan to help pay his expenses at school. It turned out that a lot of the club members worked for him. Digger was a huge man standing six feet seven inches in his socks, powerfully built, and intimidating as hell. Until one got to know him. He was one of the gentlest and kindest people Cat had ever met. Oliana, a native of Samoa and known as Cheeks was his wife, and the huge woman only appeared normal sized when standing next to Digger, with their arms around each other’s waists.

Digger had been a Navy SeaBee, and moved into the North Carolina area when he had a chance to join a construction company, which he now owned. He had made a fast friendship with the Master Chief of the construction Battalion while serving, and his size overawed women, so one day Poppa Too as he was known by one and all, told him he was taking two months leave, since he had to use it or lose it, and be ready to leave the following Saturday.

The next thing he knew, he was a guest of the Too family on Samoa. Poppa Too introduced him to his daughter Oliana, which meant Oleander, for the flower, and his wife Iosefina, or Momma Sefina. When he returned to the States, Oliana went with him as his wife. She was as kind and gentle as Digger and one of the most sensuous women Cat had ever met. She didn’t do it by choice, she just was. Her c cup breasts looked small on her body, which while not slender, was, as men liked to say, (not where Digger would hear it,) built like a brick shit house. After her happy face, her ass was by far the most eye-catching part of her. So naturally, she became ‘Cheeks’.

When Mike was named a Nomad, a liaison of sorts between the various chapters of the club and the national leadership, Gunner took over as President. He was a blond haired Nordic looking man, with his hair and beard both braided, his Viking ancestry readily apparent. He had been Sarge’s tank gunner when Sarge was wounded, and the two had an unbreakable bond. Poison, or Jules, was his girlfriend.

Cat was startled back to the present by Gunner sharply rapping his knuckles on the bar top.

“So, now that we are all here, there are some formalities to get out of the way.” Gunner again swept his gaze over the crowded room. Then he turned to Logan. “Chute, you have the floor.”

Logan nodded to Gunner, then turned to Cat, placing his hands on her hips. He kissed the top of her head, breathing in the clean scent of her hair, (admittedly, a little sweaty, also,) and looked into her eyes. “Cat, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and so now, in the presence of my Brothers and Sisters, I would like to ask you if you would be my Lady. We’ve spoken about this, and it is my wish to be yours, as you would be mine.” He stepped back, took the vest from the bar, and held it up. “This would be the proof that we belong to each other.”

Cat squealed and wrapped Logan into a full body embrace, her head on his shoulder.

Gunner rapped his knuckles on the bar top. “Before you answer, Cat, there is a formality to get out of the way.” He gave her a serious look, but she could see the smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Once again sweeping the room with his eyes, he said, “Does any Brother here present have any reservations with our Brother Chute or his Lady, that would object to his introducing Cat into a deeper relationship with this club?” His eyes went steely, and met each member’s eyes. “Speak now, or shut the Hell up.”

The silence was complete, and the men were signaling that they had no issues.

Ace grinned and said loudly, “Only issue I got, is what the hell took him so long?” There was a rumble of laughter as everyone nodded in agreement.

“OK, so that part is cleared up.” Gunner now turned his attention to the women in the bar. “Now, the important part. Do the Ladies of this club have any problems with Cat joining your fellowship, are you prepared to welcome her, and have her back?” Gunner reached across the bar and stroked a finger across Poison’s cheek, then made a show of sniffing it as he grinned at her.

Poison laughed, catching Ivy and Cheek’s eyes. As the President’s Lady, she was the unofficial leader of the women associated with the club. She stood and went to Cat and Chute. Putting her arms around both of them, she spoke clearly, “The Ladies have talked, and are in agreement, that Cat is welcomed with open arms and hearts. She is worthy of being our Sister, and we have her back, as we expect her to have ours.”

“Cat, there is one final thing I must ask.” Now Gunner’s face and stance turned serious. “Do you understand by accepting the cut and patch of this club, that you represent this club, both to other clubs, and civilians. That your actions must not bring disrespect to your man, or your new Brothers and Sisters.”

Cat gave Poison a squeeze and leaned over to run her tongue up her cheek, then turned and gave Chute a mind numbing kiss. “Yes, Gunner, I do understand; I have your back.”

“So, with that out of the way, Chute, put it on her!” Gunner moved to them, so he could be the first to hug Cat, and give her welcome.

Logan was smiling hugely, and held up Cat’s vest so she could slip her arms into it. It had the ladies version of the club patch on it, and below, a separate patch that said, Chute’s Cat.

The next hour went by in a confusion of hugs and kisses, and well wishes to both Logan and Cat. Logan bought the house a round, then accepted a shot of Jack and a beer in return. Poison and the rest of the women convinced Cat to shoot a couple of jello shots. Between those and what she drank earlier, she was feeling more than mellow.

Cat wended her way across the floor in the supple, graceful way that had contributed to her club name, and put her arms around Logan from behind. “Take me home, baby. I have plans for you tonight.”

Logan turned and laid a passionate kiss on her, to the cheering of the crowd. “My Lady says I’m late for an important date!” he called out, “So I will call it a night, and see you people later!”

“More like a booty call, I bet!” yelled Digger in return.

Gunner came to them, grasped Logan’s hand, and gave Cat a last big hug. “Go on, you have better things to do. Ride safe.”

The probate that was tending the door let them out into the night, with cat calls following them. Logan swung a leg over the Wide Glide that he had been given by Mike, and fired it up. Cat swung easily onto the rear, and with her arms wrapped around him and her head on his shoulder, they rode out for Logan’s home, and their own celebration.

“I wonder why Sarge and Sweets weren’t here?” Cat said into Logan’s ear.

“Dads a Nomad, so he didn’t feel it was appropriate to crash a club event.” Logan was half yelling over the rumble of the bike so Cat could hear him. “I’m sure they will give you a good welcome at home.”

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Mike heard the distinct rumble of the bike as it pulled into the drive. Which was pretty amazing as Carol’s legs were wrapped around his ears at the time.

Carol was thoroughly enjoying sucking Mike’s thick cock in the second round of sixty nine, when she saw a shadow outside the sliding door to the large deck on the back of the house. The deck had been built to wrap around the house, allowing access from the living room and both the master bedroom and the second large bedroom that was Logan’s. Apparently he and Cat were home. She had heard the bike, but not paid much attention. Now she saw that she had left the slider open, with just the screen door closed, and the drapes were only partially drawn, from when she had sun bathed on the deck earlier. In her eagerness to begin movie night, she had overlooked it.

She patted Mike on his left thigh in the tap code for intruders. He signaled back that he was aware of it. She rose up enough to sneak a peek down the length of their entwined bodies to see Mike grinning as her pussy juice ran down his chin. Knowing they were on the same page, she resumed sucking his cock with renewed vigor.

Logan and Cat had pulled in and parked the bike in front of the garage, then walked up onto the deck, planning to slip quietly into his room from there. They had begun kissing and letting their hands roam from the moment they had shut down the bike. As they neared the sliding door to his bedroom, they could hear sounds coming from somewhere in the house.

Cat looked over at the door to Carol and Mike’s room, and saw light spilling from the partly open drape. Waving at Logan, she crept over to the opening, realizing that the glass door was open. The view that greeted her was Carol and Mike noisily performing oral sex on each other, and the big TV was on. She moved so she could see what was playing, and gasped as she saw an orgy playing in high definition.

Carol was humming as she slid Mike’s thick prick down her throat, saliva running down over his bare ball sack. Cat wondered why, with the thick carpet that covered the rest of him, that his pubes and dick would be shaved. Then the realization hit of what that mat would do to sensitive pussies, and she shivered just thinking about it.

The sight of Carol and Mike engrossed in giving each other pleasure, combined with the memory of herself entwined with Poison and Ivy just hours before, sent a jolt of electricity straight to her cunt. She eyed Carol with a new perspective, and wondered what she would taste like. For that matter, what would Mike taste like? Or feel like? God, that cock looked thick!

As Cat crouched in the gap of the drape, Logan came silently behind her, and the erotic spectacle of his father and Carol devouring each other had his cock instantly swelling in his jeans. He leaned over Cat, pushing his crotch into her rear, and slid his hands up her ribs, under the tee and her lacy bra to cup her tits and gave her hardened nipples a little pinch. She moaned, and pushed her ass back into him, feeling his own arousal.

Suddenly Mike and Carol broke apart from each other, Carol mewling and laughing as she let Mike slide out from under her. She rose onto hands and knees, as her man positioned himself behind her, and with a convulsive thrust buried himself balls deep in her dripping snatch. Carol groaned loudly and shuddered through a mild orgasm, then began responding to Mike’s assault by thrusting her hips back into him, helping him to reach deeper into her slick canal.

Logan reached around Cat to unsnap her jeans, slowly sliding the zipper down, giving his hand access to her sex. He could feel that her panties were soaked, and juice was running down her thigh, and soon to soak through her jeans, as well. She turned her head to him, and they began to frantically kiss, mouths open and tongues dueling. Her hand reached under to press his hand tighter to her dripping pussy, then continued back to rub his dick through his jeans. Logan tried to stifle his own groans by pressing his mouth even more urgently into Cats. He didn’t know how his father would react to being spied upon.

Carol was crying out in ecstasy as multiple orgasms tore through her. Mike was slapping her ass for all he was worth, and had two fingers working in and out of her ass.. With a wicked smile on his face, he withdrew his prick from Carol’s cunt, reached over the nightstand and snatched up the bottle of lube. Quickly coating his steel hard dick, and as Carol started to protest the sudden vacancy in her pussy, he placed the head of his cock at her rosebud and began a steady push into it.

Carol shrieked, “Yes! Oh God! Give it to me Sarge! Fuck my ass, take it, split me apart!

This was too much for Logan. With a quick jerk, Cat’s jeans and panties were down to her knees. He began to frantically loosen his own pants. Cat half turned to assist him, and when his cock sprang free she captured it with her hand and took it into her mouth. Quickly coating it with saliva, she released him and turned back to the lewd show on the bed, bracing herself with one hand on the door frame.

Staring at his father’s cock vanishing and reappearing from Carol’s stretched asshole, he lined his own cock up on Cat’s dripping hole by feel, then shoved it home with one steady push.

“AAHhhhh,” sighed Cat. “Oh shit”, moaned Logan, both trying to be quiet.

Cat thought she saw Carol’s head twitch in their direction, but Logan was starting to stroke her with long, gentle thrusts of his hips. The feeling of his dick penetrating her, then pulling back, leaving an empty feeling, then filling her again, caused her to lose any sense of worry about it. She heard Carol urging Mike on in his pounding of his cock in her ass between moans of pleasure. It seemed to be urging Logan on as he was ramping up his own pace.

Mike saw Cat bent over and holding the door frame with his son behind her from the corner of his eye. This was getting hotter all the time. When he and Carol began this impromptu show, he thought the kids would simply watch for a minute, and then scamper off to Logan’s bedroom. But it seemed they were beyond that, and starting their own show.

Mike could feel his orgasm rising, building from deep within his body. Maybe it was having an audience, but he felt as if his balls were swelling, tightening, preparing to ejaculate everything he had in a mind blowing climax. The feeling of being buried to his balls in Carol’s ass, the slap of his pelvis on her butt cheeks was overwhelming. He sensed that Carol was rolling with him, rubbing her clit and moaning almost incoherently. “Oh lord, baby, I’m gonna fill your ass! I’m cumming so hard…”

Carol was on the edge of a mind numbing orgasm, and the ecstasy had her groaning and swearing. She arched her back, grinding herself against Mike as she could sense his impending release. The timing couldn’t be better, as on screen several couples were blowing loads all over faces and tits. She reached between her legs, flicking and pinching her clit. “Oh fuck, Sarge! Do it! Fuck my ass and cream me! Fuck, fucking hell, give it to me!”

Cat heard Carol launching into a massive orgasm, Logan was now thrusting for all he was worth while trying to keep from slapping against her ass cheeks to keep the noise of their own coupling down. She raised her head and could see Mike frozen, just his hips making little convulsive thrusts, an expression of pain and ecstasy on his face. Carol was shaking and moaning, her face pressed to the bed. Her hands were clenching and tearing at the sheets. It was a picture that she knew she would never forget.

Logan slid his hands from Cat’s hips up to her breasts, pulling her up and back into him, changing the angle of his cock sliding into her pussy so that the circumcised head brushed across her g-spot on every stroke. She forgot about Mike and Carol as her own orgasm built up to earth shattering levels.