At the time I was 16 and working the counter at the Dairy Queen. Two guys and a girl walked in and ordered. They had motorcycles and were passing through. Since they were the only customers in the place, I went over to their table to see if they wanted anything else. One of the guys grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up to him and said if I was serving pussy because he could sure use a serving of that.

I pulled away, but ended up on his lap with his tongue in my mouth and his other hand on my tit. When he took his tongue out of my mouth he told me he was going to have him some pussy for desert and sat me on the table and pulled my panties off and ate my pussy. I had never had a tongue pushed down my throat or even had my tit grabbed much less had a tongue pushed up into my vagina. When he finished he told me he was going fuck my pussy and that I was going with them.

The other couple got on one motorcycle and he pulled me up on his, and told me to hold on tight and say goodbye to that Godforsaken town.

We rode all the rest of the afternoon, until we had to stop for gas, and then we went down to this roadside motel and they rented one room with two beds. He let me pee, and then he fucked me on the bed. He never even took my clothes off or his, he pushed my skirt up and dropped his pants and got on me and fucked me. After he finished fucking me he put his hand on my chest and held me down and he told me he liked my pussy. While I was lying there I remembered that my panties were at the Dairy Queen on the floor.

I found out his name was John and the other guy's name was John, and the woman was my John's sister. Her name was May. After they cleaned up from the ride, we went out to this burger joint to eat. That night I slept naked in the bed with him, I got fucked again, and he went to sleep. I was awake lying on my side under his arm looking out the window at the moon, May was getting fucked in the other bed, and I went to sleep. I had become a biker's wife.

We rode to Arizona and stayed in a trailer while the men worked, my John was a good mechanic and always found work and her John was a radio technician that he had learned in the Navy. We stayed there for three years, while we both had babies and made them a family. May accused me of having fucked up my John's head because we had gone straight.

The year was 1969.

All in all I had three kids, John had gone straight, although he pretended to be bad, and May and her John had two kids and we stayed put in Arizona for a long time. In the late 70s, John and May's aunt passed away and left them a house in Beaumont Texas so we moved there to live. We still live here and my John never lost his taste for pussy and I never lost my taste for dick. For a sixtyish couple we fuck a lot and more than once in these many years he has thrown me on a table to have pussy for desert.

I freely confess that the afternoon at the Dairy Queen was the best day of my life, I ran away, I got fucked, I got my pussy eaten, I became a wife, and I have not stopped since.

God I love to fuck.