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twitching.
    He tasted hot and sweet. I wanted Annie to taste him too, so I caught him in my mouth and, instead of swallowing, let him out and embraced Annie. We exchanged saliva and cum as we deep throated. She closed her eyes and swallowed his cum down, letting a little drip out of her mouth, showing Mak and the bikers her best move, rubbing the cum over her tits.
     
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    Annie stood up first. She pulled on her dress, leaving her panties on the floor, and said in a very business-like tone
    “Ok. Do you want this money or not?”
    “Hell yeah. Show me the way” said Mak, pulling on his Levi’s and standing up, his cock still semi erect. I was still kneeling there, tits out for all to see, my mouth still tasting of meaty cum.
    Annie led Mak to the kitchen, when a quick turn of the combination revealed a good two week’s takings, some ten thousand dollars. Mak returned and stood on the bar top.
    “We got money boys!” he shouted, holding up the thick bundle of dollar bills
    Whoops and cheers rang out, almost drowning out the sound of police sirens, far off in the distance, but closing all the time.
    Mak’s demeanor changed.
    “Pigs! Ok boys, saddle up and let’s get the fuck out of here”
    Everyone ran to their bikes. We knew that with a head start, we could outrun any police convoy. We would lose them in ten minutes, and then the desert night would be ours once more.
    Annie looked at me with pleading eyes. I knew what she wanted. I had felt that was only this morning, when I had left my job, gone into a bar, and pleaded the gang to take me with them.
    By all rights, Annie had just as much right to be with them as I did. More perhaps, she was certainly more on the edge than I was; clearly more experienced sexually, and almost certainly had a lot less to lose.
    I looked at Mak, busy emptying the till and stuffing more dollars into his pockets.
    “Can we take her with us Mak?” I asked.
    “If you can find a ride, you can come” was Mak’s reply
    Annie knew that would be easy. She strode out into the lot, where the men were mounting their chrome and steel steeds, and found the nearest biker. She lifted up her skirt, revealing her beautiful pussy lips beneath.
    “You want this, anytime you want?” She said
    “Hell yeah” said the biker. “Jump on baby”
    With that, Annie mounted the Hog, and the biker sped off, accompanied by about half of the gang.
    Mak and the rest took a can of gas and emptied it over the front porch of the diner. He didn’t want to completely torch the place, just make the cops stop and take stock, giving us more time to make our get away.
    The rising flames burnt my back as we sped off. My flimsy blue dress was no protection from the inferno. Next town we stopped in, I would buy some real biker clothes.
    Hang on, no. I was in the Lost Sinners M.C.
    I would rob some
     
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Chapter Three: From School Teacher to Biker Slut
     
    There is something incredibly liberating about riding with a biker gang. Dangerous, outside of the law and of the normal social conventions, but definitely liberating.
    I felt free. I felt as free and released from my dreary life of teaching and widely duties as my hair, blowing in the dry desert wind.
    My body was certainly set free, barely covered as it was by my flimsy blue gingham dress. Despite more than 24 hours with this gang of hairy, tattooed bikers, and in spite of the fact that I felt more at home on the back of Mak’s hog than I ever did in the classroom or in front of the stove, I was still wearing the same clothes, and kept the same virginal, Sandra D hairstyle and make up as when I was teaching class yesterday morning.
    There was one key difference. My cunt ached from the fucking I had been given last night.
    Mak was a considerate, but aggressive lover. His thrusts had powered into me all night. Cum oozed out of my pussy and down my legs, when I first swung my leg over the tatty leather bike saddle for our