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THE BIKER GANG

"Could you change the station?" Connor asked his wife, keeping one hand on the steering wheel and reaching for his sunglasses with the other. The orange cat and his Dalmatian wife Susan had finally set out yesterday morning on the road trip they had been planning since they got married six years ago, and now it was finally happening.

"What would you rather listen to?" the spotted canine asked her husband. Neither of them really liked country, but this far south it was either that or blaring classic rock tunes everyone on Earth had heard enough times to memorize whether they wanted to or not.

The orange-furred feline dimmed the late afternoon sunlight with his shades and shrugged, glancing at the large semi trailer passing them on their left. "I don't care, just not this honkey-tonk bullcrap."

Susan frowned and turned off the radio. "You should embrace the atmosphere a little while we're down here. You know, loosen the top button on that white collar and let your balls drop an inch or so."

"Is that what being a redneck is?" Connor asked her while he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. "Having low balls? I thought they took 'em off and put them on their trucks."

"We're almost out of gas again," Susan said, resting her cheek against her fist while gazing out the passenger window at the dusty brown countryside. "And we didn't have lunch, aside from those peanut butter sandwiches. Are you hungry?"

Connor nodded. "Fuck yeah, I could eat a whole cow right now!"

Susan smacked her husband's shoulder with a brochure she'd grabbed at their previous rest stop. "That's racist," she said. She then opened the brochure and the couple ignored each other for a few moments before Susan noticed their dot on the GPS nearly matched one of the advertisements on the map. "Ooo, if we take this next exit there's a diner!" the canine said excitedly, feeling her tail start to wag against her seat. "They serve breakfast food all day!"

"That sounds like a good idea to me," said Connor, flicking on his right turn signal when he saw the green exit sign. "Might as well check out this 'atmosphere' of yours."

*****

The inside of the diner indeed represented the rustic charm that Susan had a place for in her heart, and the Dalmatian was delighted to see cowboy hats, wall antlers donated from fallen stags, and a jukebox in the corner playing its southern melody quietly enough for Connor to withstand. "Now this is what we drove down here to see!" she said to Connor with a spark in her eyes. "Look, there's even a biker gang in here! Maybe we can ask them if they know about any cool local attractions. Isn't this awesome?"

"What?" asked the cat as they searched for a booth. "It's a diner. You haven't seen one before?"

"I mean the feel of it all!" she said as they sat in a comfortable booth next to the window. "Doesn't this excite you even a little bit?" She noticed one or two members of the biker gang across the room from her nod politely in her direction, and she waved back at them with a smile.

Connor turned his head to check out the group of burly males in black leather sitting a few tables away, then looked back at his wife with a slight frown. "Not really."

"Can I fix y'all somethin'?" asked a short and plump sow grinning from ear to ear who had walked up to their table, ready to write their orders down on her notepad and smiling widely.

Connor blinked for a moment before processing what the waitress had said in her accent. "Oh, yeah," said the cat as he looked down at his menu. "Can I just get a, hmm do I trust the water here..."

Susan slapped her husband's hand firmly and glared at him, then looked up at the waitress with a polite smile. "We'll each have a Mountain Spring, thank you."

The waitress smiled at them both and disappeared to grab their beverages while the couple examined their list of choices. "This ham and eggs looks pretty good," said Connor. "I wonder if she's related-"

"Connor, stop being an asshole right now," said Susan with a reddened face. "Your impoliteness is not my job to handle, it's yours. Now be a fucking grown-up and let's try not to make anyone's day shittier than we already have."

Connor paused and looked up at his wife. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak of things as they are," he said in an "excuse-me" tone of voice. "'Why yes Ms. Waitress, I'll have your fried Uncle Bob right next to a pile of Mrs. Clucky's unwanted children!' As if she wouldn't be bothered by that."

Susan slammed her hands down on the table to help herself stand quickly out of the booth, then walked over to greet the biker gang with a wave. Connor sighed as he watched her spin a chair around and straddle it next to them, her curvy ass making her jeans stand out beneath her slender lower back as her tail wagged happily. As complicated as women could often be, the feline had to admit to himself that his egotistical sarcasm had escalated since their trip began. He had to be fun and outgoing to get Susan to be his; he would have to exercise his mature and polite side in order to keep her.

"Y'all need a minute?" the waitress asked Connor as she sat the two drinks down in front of him, glancing over at his wife chatting and laughing with the biker gang.

"Hopefully not longer," Connor said before taking one last glance at his menu, then folded it up and smiled at the pig politely. "Ham and eggs, please."

Nearby, Susan was having the time of her life listening to different members of the biker gang tell her their stories. "You guys are crazy!" she said. "A wheelie, right off the back of a moving vehicle carrier?"

The polar bear wearing a black bandana who'd been telling her the story nodded and looked down at the bottle of root beer in his hand. "Well, they took the damn thing and it wudn't even s'posed to be on there, so I took it right back!"

Susan laughed and looked over at the tall horse leaning against the wall behind him. "So what about you?" she asked him. "Your name's Milo, right?"

The horse nodded slowly. "Middle name, actually. But that's what I go by on the road." The horse leaned forward and grabbed his lemonade. "You still haven't told us your name, pretty lady."

The Dalmatian smiled and turned to address all of them at once. "Well I'm Susan, and I just wanted to say hello to y'all. I'm from Florida and that's my party-pooping husband Connor back there, who doesn't think this place is 'all that cool.'" The canine jerked her thumb back toward the orange cat in the booth behind her, facing away from the group with his phone in his hand.

"Well, you can't blame some folks for bein' underwhelmed by a place like this," said the old polar bear with a toothy chuckle. "Hell, we pass through here what, every...five months or so? Still ain't changed."

"Well yeah, but that's what makes it so cool!" Susan argued. "Everything's always changing in the city, you know? It's nice to see something that, Idunno...time can't touch."

"You hear that, Smithy?" Milo hollered over to the walrus bartender behind the counter. "She says this place is timeless!" The walrus shook his head and waved him off, and Milo turned his attention back toward Susan with a chuckle. "You'll get used to the country life, sweetheart. The city's a crowded, noisy place but out here? Nothing but peace and quiet, and you can't beat that sunset."

Susan was leaning forward so far in her chair that any further and she would fall forward and knock herself unconscious on the corner of the table. The starry-eyed girl looked up at the muscular horse with a smile, practically under a spell from the sound of his voice and the words he spoke to her. "I love sunsets," she said.

"Then you're gonna love the south," said a buffalo sitting next to Milo. "Unlike your boy staring down at his phone over there."

"Yeah, I feel like he doesn't notice much outside the edges of that screen," said the Dalmatian with a defeated sigh, checking her eyeliner in her hand mirror as Milo and the buffalo ogled her shapely body and perky breasts underneath her red babydoll tee. She looked over at Connor for a few moments, then back at Milo and the buffalo and had an idea. "Well, I'm going to use the restroom," she said as she stood swiftly from her chair.

"Yeah, me too," said Milo, hurriedly wiping his mouth with his napkin and tossing it onto his plate before standing with her and popping a mint in his mouth.

"Idunno what it is," said the buffalo as he stood behind the horse and followed him out of the wide booth. "But I gotta go, too."

At that moment, Connor turned his head to see what his wife was up to, but she was no longer sitting with the bikers. She must have gone to the women's room, Connor thought, and the cat felt that his bladder might need to be emptied as well. He stood and walked toward the men's room, and the members of the biker gang sitting nearby exchanged glances with him and each other, some of them smiling and shaking their heads.

Connor gave up trying to piece their behavior together in his brain when he heard muffled voices behind the male restroom door. He walked in quietly and closed the door behind him without a sound, hearing as many as three people in one stall, one of them definitely his wife. Connor braced himself for combat but after he realized she wasn't getting raped, his heart sank to another depth. More afraid to walk back out than anything, Connor crept silently into the stall next to theirs and crouched on the toilet seat so that he wouldn't be seen or heard, silently closing and locking the stall door in front of him as he listened to them chat with one another while removing their clothes.

"This ain't a good idea, Milo," said the buffalo from within the second stall. "We can't all fit in here!"

"Then what, Travis?" the horse asked. "You wanna do this right out in the open?"

Connor breathed a small sigh of relief when he realized they were talking about the stall and not his wife's pussy, but his stomach still twisted when he heard his wife speak. "Just prop a chair up against the door or something," she said. "Like that one in the closet by the door. Then we can have more room to move around."

The stall next to Connor opened and he shrank even more when three naked figures walked out and one of them barricaded the door as Susan had suggested. "What are you gonna do if your husband finds out?" Travis asked Susan.

Connor leaned forward on the toilet seat and peered out the slit on the side of his stall near the front where he had a perfect view of the rest of the bathroom where the other three stood naked, and his wife twirled on her heels absent-mindedly between the two large males. "Who cares?" she said plainly. "He won't do anything."

The cat knew that Susan was probably right about him, but the way the other two males snickered about it made his blood boil. The horse walked up to the gorgeous naked Dalmatian and admired her curves while the buffalo stood behind her, groping her shapely ass firmly with a grunt of approval. "The question is, do you think you can handle us both?" Travis asked her.

Susan turned her head to look at Travis behind her, then back to Milo and laughed. "Honey, you've got no idea what I can handle!" She began grinding her hips against the buffalo's cock behind her, feeling the thick bare shaft between her naked buttocks as she did so.

"Easy does it," said Milo as she spread her legs and Travis pushed the tip of his throbbing dick into her tight ass. Her rim squeezed around the huge buffalo rod as she slowly lowered herself on it with amazement, looking up at Milo who held his erect horsecock in front of her face. "We'll make you a real country girl yet," said the horse as Susan gasped from the tight fit around Travis's cock, but continued pressing herself downward nonetheless.

The buffalo grunted and leaned back against the wall he sat on the floor in front of, lifting his hips to fit the last few inches of his erection inside of the canine girl's ass. She had an athletic shape to her, but still managed to maintain having a pair of perfect round breasts and a wonderfully-curved ass, and she was definitely a fine number for the buffalo to hilt himself within. He groaned satisfactorily when he was fully buried inside of her cozy asshole, his rock-hard cock twitching every time he felt her anal walls clench around its impressive length.

Milo stepped closer to the girl and crouched slightly to place his two-foot-long black horse dick between Susan's glorious angelic tits, and she looked up at him in awe as the flat head of it touched her lips. She cooed and groaned while rubbing the sensitive pole of flesh between her soft tits, slowly pleasing the horse as she licked at the tip and looked up at him sweetly for approval.

Milo grunted and fucked Susan's tits faster, grabbing the back of her head and beginning to press his shaft into her mouth. The Dalmatian's pretty eyes widened when it tested the limit of her jaw hinge, and she attempted to swallow it back with a gurgle. She continued bouncing her hips up and down on Travis beneath her, groaning loudly around Milo's cock when she felt the buffalo dick stretch her ass open.

Connor became unsuspectingly aroused by everything he was seeing, and it tore him up inside. He knew Susan would cheat on him sooner or later; he just didn't expect to have a private front row seat when it happened, let alone for the sight to turn him on. Against his better judgment, the orange cat remained crouching atop the toilet seat while unzipping his pants and letting his hard feline shaft poke out, then wrapped his fingers around it and began stroking up and down.

The three outside of the stall had now moved into a spitroasting position, and Travis fucked Susan doggystyle in her asshole from behind. The poor girl had to nearly fully extend her body to get Milo's cock to fit the rest of the way down her throat without bending it. Connor had no idea that his wife could evidently swallow a baseball bat without gagging, but there she was looking up at Milo while the horse buried the entirety of his veiny cock down her moist throat. "Fffuck!" Milo grunted when his shaft throbbed deep in her esophagus, nearly cutting off her windpipe as reflexive tears made mascara drip down her cheeks. She finally gagged when Milo pulled his cock out of her mouth, the long equine shaft dripping her spit in webs onto the bathroom floor. "Travis, you ever seen a girl do that before?"

The buffalo shook his head while he plowed Susan's ass, too concentrated on shoving his cock in and out of her pucker. "Mmm...she's tight, though!" he said when he pushed all the way inside. Susan then gasped sharply, lifting her hips up toward Travis in submission with a groan and looked back at him in awe.

The Dalmatian's legs trembled as she was reamed by the buffalo, and a small trickle of pussy juice dropped from her labia onto the linoleum floor. "Oooh," she groaned loudly, bucking her hips against the gargantuan phallus pushing past her rectum into her soft pink colon. "Mmm fuck my ass!" she begged him.

There was a knock at the door, and Milo glanced at the chair holding it shut. "Out of order!" he shouted, then turned to look at Travis who was increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. "You gettin' there, Travis?" asked the horse.

The buffalo's eyes squinted shut as he neared his climax, clenching his teeth tightly when he came. "Ohhh...fuck!" he shouted as thick spurts of ejaculate oozed from the tip of his dick deep into Susan's large intestine. It seemed to Susan the buffalo would never stop filling her ass with cum until in finally ended, both of them out of breath. "Shit...this bitch knows how to take a dick!" Travis said, pulling out of her shapely butt slowly and admiring the gaping messy hole he had made.

Susan then turned to lay on her back and opened her maw for Milo, and Travis even leaned forward to hold her mouth's cheeks apart with his fingers. Milo pressed his long, sturdy cockshaft past her lips and down her throat, so far he could swear he nearly bumped into her stomach. "Nnngh..." Milo then positioned himself above the Dalmatian and began thrusting his hips wildly, the gurgling noise of her choking sounding throughout the room with each thrust as he reached down to fondle one of her perfect tits. "You're right about that, she's sure had some practice!" Milo said to Travis.

All the while Connor had been stroking himself in the stall, watching the two strong men share his wife as if she were a prostitute for hire, and she seemed to have no problem with it which ended up mysteriously turning Connor on even more. The orange cat curiously watched Milo fuck his wife's throat, amazed that she could fit it so deep without passing out.

Travis then lifted Susan's hips from the floor until her ass was pointed straight up at him, and he slid his tongue into the Dalmatian's gaping butthole while teasing her clit with his thumb. Susan groaned what little she could with Milo's throbbing meat stick filling her throat, and by the way her juices started flowing it was a welcome sensation for her. Travis licked around the wide hole of her anus and massaged her perfect buttocks, tasting traces of his own cum while his thumb strummed her g-spot, and she already knew the buffalo had to be some type of guitarist.

"Ooohh...fuck yeah!" shouted Milo, the horse straightening his legs with a groan. Susan's eyes widened and she began uttering faint screams that were cut short by her choking, and Milo took that as an invitation to bury his cock even deeper down her throat. "Mmm, you're gonna take it all!" he said as he filled her stomach up with horse cum, nearly a direct pipeline from his cockhead to the fundus of her belly as hot white ropes of stallion sperm fired down into her body. Susan's eyes rolled back as her vision went dark, and squirts of female cum shot from her pussy onto her tits and stomach as Travis tongue-fucked her stretched rim. Milo laughed as he pulled his wet cock out, and Susan gasped and coughed on the floor as if she had nearly drowned. "Little slut can take more than any city girl I've known," he said, and Travis nodded in agreement.

Connor was the last to cum, having seen enough to fully enjoy himself and in a sick way he even relished the fact that his wife had taken it all so roughly. If she was going to cheat on him, then her choking on 24 inches of horse dick was about what the cat imagined to be poetic justice. He leaned back on the seat and kept his feet above the floor so the others wouldn't see him, his pants around his ankles while he quietly jerked off, and then his climax caught him off guard. The cat writhed blissfully on the seat, trying not to make a sound as a fountain of sperm ejected from his hard cock, jerking himself to fruition. Masturbating to his wife cheating on him wasn't on the list of things Connor had planned for this trip, but it certainly gave him a strange feeling of release. Cum doused his shirt and face, the rest dripping down his hand as he remembered just how much of a mess he could make at times.

"We'd better get on the road soon," said Milo as he stood and walked into the stall next to Connor to grab his clothes. "Say, pretty thing...Susan, is that right?" asked the tall horse, pulling his shirt over his head. "By any chance, if you stop at a motel called Runway, that's where us boys are stayin'. I bet they'd love if you dropped on by to give us all an encore."

Susan coughed and massaged her neck, slowly getting up as the horse handed her clothes to her, and she smiled up at him gratefully. "That would..." Her voice sounded raspy, and it took a few more coughs for her to clear her throat. "That would be fine hon, thank you!"

"Just don't keep us waitin' too long," said Travis as he slid on his jeans. "Us boys can get restless when we're waitin' on a gal like you to swing by."

After a few more minutes, they all three exited the bathroom fully dressed, and when Connor had used up half a roll of toilet paper cleaning himself off he finally crept toward the door and peeked out. The coast was clear, so he casually walked back over to the booth where his wife sat and slid into the seat across from her. "Welcome back," he said to her.

She cleared her throat and smiled at her husband, then spoke but then realized she had lost her voice almost completely. "Sa...same to you, ahem. Where were you?"

Connor rolled his eyes. "Men's bathroom was locked and out of order, so I had to walk out back and do my...business in the bushes."

Susan nodded and stared down at the cold ham and eggs next to the bill in front of Connor. "We should eat and then get on the road," she said, smiling and waving at the bikers as they left with equally amicable farewell gestures in her direction.

"I'm not that hungry anymore," said Connor as he slapped a $20 bill next to his food and stood. "You can have it if you want."

Susan contemplated eating the food, but Milo's gigantic load sloshing around in her belly and Travis's spunk leaking out of her butt onto her panties made her think twice. "I'm not hungry either," she said. "Say, them biker boys knew about..."

"Them biker boys?" Connor asked her with a confused smile. "What, are you Daisy Duke now?"

Susan shook her head. "Just listen! They told me about a motel called Runway a little further down the interstate. They said it's real affordable and nice."

"Runway, huh?" Connor asked as he twirled his keys. "I'll think about it."

*****

That evening the couple had indeed selected Runway for their overnight stay, and Connor wasn't surprised when she left him staring at the television while she walked toward the door. "I'm gonna grab some ice, you want some?" she asked.

"No thanks," said Connor, staring blankly at the noticeable sign next to the television that clearly read, "Ice machine broken, sorry for the inconvenience."

"I shouldn't be too long," the Dalmatian said, blowing a kiss to her husband and opening the door. "Love you!" She then skipped outside in her jeans and locked the door. Connor glanced out the window and heard her scream with delight as Milo picked her up and swung her around, then Travis set a cowgirl hat atop her head. She strolled with seductive confidence into a room where loud music blared and several other males from the pack whistled and howled upon her entrance. The door shut behind her and Connor became lost in his thoughts, not about his wife's sudden streak of promiscuity but rather if there was an ideal place for Connor to see inside of the other room and watch what went on in there without being spotted.