“Buy me a beer when you get to the Festival.” He said as he got back onto his bike. With a wave, they roared off, down the road.When I drove onto ...he field, Craig was already there, drinking beer with friends of ours. They were amazed when I recounted my story. As they had been drinking for a couple of hours, they began making up stories about me being a real ‘biker babe’, and what my initiation ceremony had been. We set our tent up, watched a couple of bands and drank late into the night,. ”“Once or twice.”“Answer honestly Sam. Do you want him to fuck you right now?”“No…” Sam’s voice was tiny and full of hurt. Her eyes beseeched me for… something.“Hear that John? She doesn’t want you inside of her. Oh well, I guess this will be rape then. Push into her.”I pushed in. There was no blood, no resistance. I knew better than to believe in breaking hymens. There was a rush of pleasure, of contentment, of relaxation. If felt better than the blow job, better by far. Her tight pussy. One blond, Elle, is a tall, willowy size 12, wearing tight fitting, black leather slacks which highlight her long legs and firm ass.The size 12-14 brunette, Fiona, is wearing skin tight, white linen slacks with a black, silk blouse. Her thighs and ass look fantastic.The other blond, Gina, is wearing black stockings (with a garter belt I assume?) and an above the knee white dress.I am freshly showered and dressed in a short silk dressing gown when the lottery commences.Their rules are the first. ”Replying back with a flip of the hand Sharon said, “Lead on kind sir.”“Sharon, I think this is a bad idea”, still in a whisper but with more emphasis.Todd looked at Rene and said, “Alright, I get it, you don’t know me, you probably don’t trust me. That’s okay, I wouldn’t trust me either. So, how can we get past this?”Furrowing her brow Sharon turned to Rene and asked, “Well, I don’t know? What do you think?.”Sarcastically Rene responded, “How about a month in the same class.”Rolling her eyes.