Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Ninja Roses:  Take it to the Bass

 

"My...my... my..."  Anesthesia shook her head in awe, grinning from ear to ear.  "And I thought I was a wild one."

"But she's.... woah!"  Tina gaped, her eyes wide with shock.  "How is she going to... oh... WOW!"

"That enhanced healing sure is going to come in handy,"  Lisa winced and then whistled in admiration.  "I was sure she was going to throw her arm out doing that... or... THAT!  Damn!"

"She certainly is..."  Kasumi said softly in a high, breathy voice.  Her face was a deep shade of scarlet as she blushed fiercely.  "... flexible."

"She's always been... vivacious in bed, but..."  Helena was fanning her face rapidly with a sheet of Lisa's printer paper.  "... mon dieu!"

"Impressive."  Ayane nodded approvingly.  "Amazing that she can hold her breath for so long while exerting herself so... vigorously."

Ryu stood silently, somehow unable to look away from the viewing window of the isolation chamber.  Christie, Leon and Bayman had been in the sealed chamber for less than half an hour, but they had not wasted a minute.  Christie was like a wild animal, seemingly improvising new positions on the spot to keep both men in play without either of them losing their dignity.  But perhaps dignity was not the right word.  Christie was working them like a true virtuoso.  Her lithe body moved around them like water; a true whirlwind of sexual pleasure and carnal delights.  She was completely in her element.

Christie had always struck Ryu as the most independent of the women he had encountered in his adventures, and aside from perhaps Anesthesia, the coldest.  But that same detachment seemed to facilitate an almost unnerving professionalism in how she approached sex.  And that efficient sexual athleticism was on full display now.

"I installed new scanners in the isolation chamber,"  Anesthesia spoke up, managing to tear her eyes from the brutal threesome long enough to look at her computer screen.  "I should have a definitive result in about an hour.  We'll know then whether Bayman and Leon have received the Dragon Essence."

"Let us hope they do."  Helena gasped as Christie performed a particularly impressive contortion.  "Christie is bound to injure one of them sooner or later, and that fast healing would certainly be useful.  I'd rather not have my security experts in traction."

The lab's outer door slid open and Rachel and Reiko entered, smiling at Ryu, Kasumi and Ayane before noticing the scene in the isolation chamber.  Their jaws dropped open.

"What in the..."  Rachel squinted as if not believing her eyes.  "Is she really going to... with his... and HIS... at the same... using her... oh.... she IS!"

"Oh..."  Was all Reiko could utter as she gazed unblinkingly at the wild tryst unfolding beyond the window.

"Rachel!  And Reiko!"  Lisa perked up at the new arrivals and then turned to Anesthesia.  "Alert me when you have a reading.  Can you handle observing them by yourself?  I don't want you getting bored."

"I'll manage somehow."  Anesthesia nodded vaguely, her eyes still glued to observation window.

"Could the rest of you follow me?"  Lisa moved to a door across the lab that led to the medical station's small conference room.  She closed the door behind them and gestured for them to sit around the circular table in the center of the chamber.  She then turned on a large display screen on the wall, showing a complex series of graphs and raw data that Ryu did not immediately recognize.  She addressed them all, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.  "I have some very, very good news.  Ryu's children have indeed inherited the Dragon Essence."

"That's wonderful!"  Rachel sighed with relief.  Ayane patted her shoulder affectionately.

"Thank the Ancestors!"  Kasumi's voice shook with emotion and she fought back tears of joy.  Ryu found her hand and squeezed reassuringly.  "Thank you, Lisa!  And thank you, Helena!"

Ryu swallowed hard, glancing between Kasumi and Helena, unsure what Kasumi's remark had meant.  Helena and Ryu's child had been a closely guarded secret.

"Don't look so shocked, Ryu."  Helena chided him with an amused grin.  "Kasumi figured it out the moment she saw me after arriving here at the arena."

"A woman who has carried the child of my true love is impossible to mistake."  Kasumi nodded.  Now it was her turn to give a reassuring squeeze to Ryu's hand.

"I should have told you."  Ryu looked to Kasumi, Rachel, and Helena in turn.  "I should have told you all.  Deception is for my enemies... not those whom I love."

"It was necessary,"  Ayane said in a solemn tone.  "And the secrecy must remain, lest Helena's child be put in jeopardy."  She glanced at Reiko pointedly.

"You have my word."  Reiko raised a hand as though taking an official vow, shivering slightly under Ayane's gaze.  "But I have to admit... this is all a little bit of a shock."

"Ryu isn't a regular man."  Lisa nodded.  "The web of relationships he has formed is as unique as he is."

"I always pictured myself settling down, marrying a man and raising kids in peace."  Reiko said softly.  "Becoming a part of this...this harem... it's scary and exciting all at the same time.  But I'm no ninja.  Sure, I can handle myself in a fight, but I can't stand toe to toe with demons or monsters or dragons..."

"My love does not depend on your martial skill,"  Ryu reached to lay a hand on Reiko's shoulder.

"I know, Ryu."  Reiko blinked back a tear.  "And that's why I can offer you all something special."

"What?"  Rachel asked.

"Helena has the resources to care for her child,"  Reiko said and Helena nodded in agreement.  "And she will be running DOATEC and Rumble Roses; she can raise her child.  Kasumi... Rachel... you both are called to extraordinary tasks, risking your lives to face terrible creatures all the time."  She paused and took a breath.  "I'm withdrawing from the Rumble Roses XXX league to focus strictly on the wrestling.  I can be there for your children when you can't be."

"The duties of kunoichi are strenuous,"  Ayane said.  "Kasumi, we may be on missions for months at a time.  Perhaps longer, if disaster strikes."

"Gen Fu has been a wonderful guardian,"  Kasumi said, and then locked gazes with Rachel.  "But our children need a loving woman to tend to them... even if it is not always ourselves."

Rachel nodded soberly.  "It would do me good to know that, when I'm out slaying monsters in the far reaches of the world, my baby is in good hands."

"Then it is settled,"  Kasumi smiled warmly and took Reiko's hand in hers.

Ryu felt a lump form in his throat as Rachel and Kasumi got to their feet and moved to enfold Reiko in a warm embrace.  Ayane caught his eye and they exchanged a subtle smile as neither of them were quite as free with their emotions as Kasumi, Rachel or Reiko.  Helena quietly dabbed her eyes with a kerchief, so moved was she by the expression of acceptance and love.  Ryu once again realized what a solitary life Helena led.  He reached down and stroked her arm comfortingly.

"Oh, don't mind me,"  Helena sniffed and gave him a brave smile.  "I was just reminded how much Kokoro's love has come to mean to me this last year."  She addressed Ayane and Kasumi.  "Never take each other for granted."

"No fear of that,"  Ayane said with a wicked grin.  "We have gone from inseparable friends to bitter enemies to passionate lovers.  Ours is a bond forged in love and tempered in tragedy.  Never forgotten."

"Ayane, that was..."  Kasumi blinked back tears.

"Beautiful..."  Reiko finished.  "I think I'm going to enjoy this more than I ever imagined."

"Reiko, you have no idea,"  Rachel laughed.  "These two sisters are absolutely wild!  Wait until they show you this position where they both..."

"Ok, ok!"  Lisa interrupted.  "If you start discussing sex in here, we'll have an orgy in no time, and I don't trust myself not to join in!  I've put Hayate through enough stress having to watch the exhibition match!"

Ryu saw Ayane's cheek twitch and she glanced down at the floor, her face unreadable.  He realized it might be difficult for her to know that her half-brother had witnessed the entire orgy.  Ryu himself was not looking forward to broaching the subject with Hayate, since he had had wild sex with Lisa and Fujiko several times, arguably more than was necessary for the purpose of transferring the Dragon Essence.

"A question, Lisa."  Helena raised her hand.  "The Dragon Essence has stopped our aging process, but how will that affect the children?"

"Excellent question!" Lisa smiled brightly.  "This is where Bayonetta's magic becomes really impressive.  Ryu's children are all showing signs of perfectly developed musculature for their respective ages, but they are aging normally.  When they reach their physical peak, probably somewhere around twenty or so, they will then stop showing signs of aging."

"I can hardly imagine appearing the same age as my daughter."  Kasumi shook her head slowly in awe.

"You'll be able to share clothes!"  Reiko laughed excitedly, and the other women joined in.

"Let's see how the mercenary threesome is coming along."  Lisa led them back out of the conference room into the lab.  Rachel and Kasumi were both conferring with Reiko on having her take care of the children when Anesthesia stood from her computer console and waved them over toward the observation window.  Christie, Bayman and Leon were still inside, and Ryu noticed that neither man was showing the slightest hint of fatigue.  Considering how aggressive Christie was working them, that could mean only one thing.

"She's done it,"  Anesthesia handed Lisa a readout.  "Bayman and Leon both received the Dragon Essence after each man had his first simultaneous orgasm while inside Christie.  The transfer seems to have occurred exactly as it did with Ryu, this time with the opposite vector from woman to man."

"Now it is just a question of which women are matched with which men."  Lisa sighed.  "There's some logic to Bayonetta's spell, I'm certain.  Christie was the woman closest to Bayman, but she hardly knew Leon."

"They have all been under my employ,"  Helena suggested.  "Perhaps this mysterious witch thought it an efficient way to spread the Dragon Essence."

"She certainly has some design,"  Lisa chewed on her lip in thought.  "But what?  Why spread the Dragon Essence?  What's her goal?"

"I trust her."  Ryu said firmly.  "If it were not for her, I would be a Greater Fiend."

"You trusted me,"  Anesthesia gave Ryu a dismissive shake of her head.  "And I hardly had your best interests in mind."

"She's right, Ryu."  Kasumi said quietly.  "We know so little of this Bayonetta."

"She might have some nefarious scheme of her own,"  Rachel nodded.

"All the same,"  Ryu said resolutely.  "I owe her my life."

"Well that's all academic for now anyway."  Lisa shrugged.  "For now we have a duty to see that the Dragon Essence is spread to everyone possible.  Who are we to say someone should be denied immortality?"

"Indeed, I doubt we could stop it if we wished,"  Anesthesia tapped her chin thoughtfully.  "The compulsion to spread the Dragon Essence seemed overwhelming to Christie."

"She's hardly been timid before,"  Helena giggled.  "I wouldn't give magic too much credit when it comes to Christie's sex drive."

"For now, we'll let it play out."  Lisa said at last.  "If Bayonetta's spell really does have a larger purpose, then it should function without our assistance, or our interference.  Ryu, can you find Tina and have her brief the other women on our findings?  She should be in her trailer."

Ryu nodded and headed for the door, leaving the rest of them to watch as Christie continued slaying Bayman and Leon, one little death at a time.

* * *

Ryu made his way to Tina's trailer and entered to find her sprawled out on the bed, wearing a short pair of black denim shorts and blue tube top.  She was surrounded by piles of opened and unopened envelopes and she was engrossed in reading one when Ryu cleared his throat.  She looked up and waved him over.

"Look at these, Ryu!"  She said excitedly.

"What are these?"  Ryu asked, reaching down and picking up one piece of paper with wild scrawled handwriting all over it.

"Your fan mail!"  Tina giggled.  "And this isn't even all of them!  You should read some of this stuff; there are millions of women out there that probably have an orgasm just hearing your name!  If you wanted to, you could give up the whole ninja gig and become a full-time gigolo."

"Tina,"  Ryu sighed, shaking his head.

"Come on, I'm just kidding!"  Tina reached up and took his hand.  "And besides, I'm a very possessive sex-buddy.  I'm only willing to share you with about twenty other women or so before I get really jealous."  She pulled him down into a long kiss, and for a moment, Ryu thought she was going to yank him onto the bed for more than a kiss when she pulled her lips from his and winked.  "I'm guessing Lisa sent you to get me."

"Indeed."  Ryu nodded and pulled Tina off the bed and onto her feet.  "The Dragon Essence is transferable from women to men."

"I knew it!"  Tina snapped her fingers.  "I knew Bayonetta had something up her sleeve.  And I'm going to bet that there's no way to know which woman matches with which men other than the gut-feeling you had when you heard our names."

"How did you know?"  Ryu asked, nonplussed.

"From how you described her, Bayonetta has an attitude."  Tina shrugged.  "I can relate to that.  So let's go tell the girls the good news!"

"Tina,"  Ryu said slowly, realizing he should have mentioned it earlier.  "I met your father, Bass Armstrong just before the exhibition match."

"I....uh... I heard."  Tina swallowed hard.  "Leon gave me a heads up after we hit the showers.  I'm sorry he bothered you."

"No,"  Ryu shook his head.  "It was an honor to meet him.  I sensed only a father who loves his daughter deeply."

"He..."  Tina blinked back tears.  "After my mom died, I... I've been a head-strong woman, and I make no apologies for that, but... I put him through a lot.  I love him, Ryu, I really do.  But there's been a lot of bad blood between us the last few years."

"If he is still here, perhaps it is time to reconcile."  Ryu laid his hands on her shoulders.

"He's still here."  Tina nodded.  "Leon set him up in one of the arena's garage bays.  Dad always loved his bikes and basically slept in the garage back home.  Maybe you're right, Ryu.  Do you mind coming with me?  We can stop by there before we go find the other girls."

"Of course."  Ryu gave her shoulders a squeeze and they headed out of the trailer toward the garage bays along the side of the arena complex's east wing.

"I don't want to pry,"  Tina said as they walked.  "But you've never talked about your dad."

"My father is a great man,"  Ryu could not suppress the proud smile that spread across his face.  "He is a legendary warrior, and trained me in the ways of the ninja.  It has been a long time since last I saw him."

"Why?'  Tina asked.

"He has been away on a spiritual quest, honing his skills as a ninja,"  Ryu sighed.  "I have missed him, but it is our way.  I have not seen him since before we met."

"Wow."  Tina whistled.  "So he doesn't even know about Kasumi, Ayane or Rachel?  Or even any of your kids?"

"There will be much for us to speak of when he returns."  Ryu nodded.

"That's an understatement."  Tina giggled, elbowing Ryu in the ribs playfully.  "Oh, here we are!"

They approached a large heavy metal door that was well over twice their height and four times as wide.  Tina reached for a switch set into the brick next to the giant door, but her hand hesitated.

"Well..."  She took a deep breath.  "What's the worst that can happen."

She flipped the switch and the door lifted up smoothly with a quiet electric hum.  Then Ryu's keen ears picked up sounds that he recognized immediately.  He was about to reach for Tina's arm and pull her away when the door raised up past their heads.  Ryu and Tina looked inside, and Ryu's fears were realized.  Tina's entire body went rigid, her eyes wide and unblinking.

"DAD!!!"

* * *

One-hour ago...

* * *

Bass Armstrong wandered around the corridors beneath the arena, restless and frankly bored.  He had tuned up his Harley cruiser, and he had to admit that the Rumble Roses garage had a pretty sweet setup.  But now Bass was feeling a serious case of cabin fever, and he needed to find...

There it was.

He swung open a door and found himself in a weight-lifter's paradise.  Bench presses, pull-up bars, leg presses... this gym had everything.  Bass made straight for the barbells and loaded it up with his usual warm-up weight.  He adjusted his shades, got into position, squatted down to grasp the bar and then pulled it up against his chest and stood.  With a smooth exertion, he raised it up above his head and held it there, relishing the strain on his arms and legs.

"Holy... CRAP!"  A woman's voice cried out, and Bass quickly lowered the barbell back down and let it drop with a crash onto the mat beneath him.  He turned and saw a tall blond woman out of the corner of his eye and immediately started.  "T-Tina?"

But he quickly realized he was mistaken.  The woman had Tina's height and build, and the Texas drawl was almost identical, but this wasn't his daughter.  Bass turned and nodded to her in greeting.

"Dixie Clemets."  Bass extended his hand to her.

"You must be Bass Armstrong!"  Dixie took his hand, and smiled at him.  She wore her signature cowhide outfit.  Bass saw a flash of excitement in her eyes.  "I can't believe I'm meeting the legend himself!  Dang, this is an honor, sir!"

"Bah!"  Bass waved away her praise with a good-natured grin.  "I'm just an old washed-up has-been.  But you... A lot of the guys thought Rumble Roses wrestling was a joke, but after seeing a few of your matches, they shut up.  To tell you the truth... I wish Tina had stuck with wrestling like you did.  You'd make an old wrestler like me proud."

"That's very kind of you, sir."  Dixie blushed. 

"Oh, now don't call me sir!"  Bass grumbled.  "Makes me feel older than dirt."

"Sure, Mr. Armstrong."  She nodded.

"Bass."  He sighed.  "Just call me Bass."

"Tina's a fine wrestler, Bass."  Dixie said.  "But she's an ambitious girl with a lot of plans."

"Yeah, yeah, I know."  Bass scratched the back of his head.  "I just want to be a part of them."

Dixie looked at him for a long, silent moment before gesturing to the barbell lying on the mat behind him.

"That was pretty impressive,"  She said, walking around him to stand over the barbell.  "How much you got on here?"

"About five hundred."  Bass shrugged.  "Just warming up."

"Warming up?"  Dixie whistled.  "What's your record?"

"Back in the day..."  Bass chewed his lip in thought.  "Fifteen hundred or so."

"That's amazing."  Dixie smiled.  She squatted down and grabbed the barbell and before Bass could react, she lurched up and swung the five hundred pounds of weight up over her head.  She looked over at him and winked.

"Well, I'll be damned."  Bass chuckled.  He saw Dixie's arms bulge with muscle and her thighs rippled beneath her cowhide chaps.  Beside Tina, Bass hadn't seen such raw display of power from a woman.

"I gotta say,"  Dixie's voice was strained, and sweat beaded along her brow.  "This ain't easy.  I usually max out at seven-hundred."

"Bull!"  Bass blurted out before he could stop himself.

Dixie dropped the barbell with a resounding crash and set her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows.

"You reckon so?"  She asked with a grin.  "Seein's believin'!"

Bass helped her throw on another two hundred pounds of weight and then he stepped back to watch.  Dixie grasped the bar, breathing deeply for a moment.  Then, with a mighty effort, she lurched upright, raising the barbell over her head.

"Now I've seen everything!"  Bass laughed, clapping as Dixie held the barbell over her.

"I could do this... all... day."  Dixie said through clenched teeth.  Bass marveled at her body, seeing her muscles straining with power.  His eyes moved across her cleavage, and he quickly glanced back up to her powerful arms, trying to ignore his instincts.  Dixie dropped the barbell once again and smiled proudly.

"You're not even out of breath."  Bass said, confused.

"Oh... yeah."  Dixie nodded.  "That's uh... say, it's your turn, ain't it?"

Bass loaded on weights until reaching his 1500 lbs. limit.  He stood over the bar and looked at Dixie who was watching expectantly.  A drop of sweat trickled down her throat and down her cleavage, and Bass shook his head and dropped down to grab the barbell.

"All right."  He breathed, securing his grip.  "Here goes.... AAAAARGHHH!!!"

With a mighty heave, the barbell rose up over Bass's head.  He felt a mixture of pain and overwhelming pride as every muscle in his body screamed in protest but delivered the necessary power.

"Damn..."  Dixie said breathlessly.  She stepped forward and reached out to run her hand over Bass's right arm, feeling the massive bulge of his biceps.  His arms were as thick as her thighs, and were hard as rock.

"Not too bad... for an old man, huh?"  Bass managed to grin, though sweat was now pouring down his bearded face.  He could not help but enjoy the look of awe in Dixie eyes as her hand moved over his massive arms.

"Not too bad."  Dixie nodded, and then her eyes dropped lower and her lips twisted into a mischievous grin.  "Not too bad at all."

Bass frowned and then noticed the growing pressure against the crotch of his jeans.  He immediately lowered the barbell and dropped it to the ground, shaking his head and trying to will away his body's instincts.

"I'm a damn fool."  Bass breathed heavily, feeling the ache in his arms, legs and back.  "I could'a killed myself."

"Give yourself some credit, Bass."  Dixie smiled at him, watching the sweat pour down his thick neck.  "That was amazing."

"Thanks for the workout, Dixie."  Bass ignored the compliment, looking anywhere but at Dixie.  "I best be getting back to the garage."

"Oh!"  Dixie nearly jumped with joy.  "Did you bring your bike?"

"Well... yeah."  Bass nodded.

"Can I see it?"  Dixie asked, almost bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Didn't expect you to be into bikes."  Bass shrugged.  "But sure, yeah."

Dixie grabbed a bag and they walked back to the garage, talking wrestling and bikes the entire way.  Bass was impressed more and more by Dixie's knowledge of motorcycles, and he already admired her skill as a professional wrestler.  Dixie was almost walking on air, treating him like a living legend.  Bass knew he'd been famous in wrestling, and he'd made a name for himself in bike racing world with the Hyper Battle Grand Prix, but he had no idea how he had inspired Dixie Clemets in her youth.

"There she is."  Bass gestured to his bike as they entered the garage.

"Oh, she's gorgeous!"  Dixie exclaimed, racing forward and crouching down to marvel at the engineering.  Suddenly she stood up and gestured to the closet at the back of the garage.  "You mind if I change real quick?"

"Sure,"  Bass shrugged.

Dixie disappeared into the closet and Bass went to the small fridge next to the workbench and retrieved a couple of beers.  He was surprised just how much fun he was having with Dixie.  She was a strong, beautiful young woman who was an amazing wrestler and was even a motorcycle enthusiast.  Their talk on the way back to garage was just the sort of thing that Bass wished he could have with Tina.  As he opened the beers, Bass decided that he would ask Dixie to set up a meeting with Tina.  The two girls were rivals but good friends, and maybe Dixie could convince Tina to give him another shot.

Bass heard the closet door open and he turned, his mouth opening to ask her about contacting Tina, but no sound came from his lips.  His jaw dropped, and his eyes went wide behind his shades.

Dixie was wearing her Sergeant Clemets costume.  The guys at the bar had told Bass about her naughty-cop heel persona, but Bass had never seen it before.  Dixie's long legs were wrapped in a black leather garter supported by matching suspenders.  Aside from a black tie, the suspenders' black straps of leather were the only thing she wore on her upper body; the straps strategically covering her nipples, but leaving the rest of her enormous breasts clearly seen.  Her eyes were hidden behind a reflective pair of shades and a black police cap rested crookedly on her blond hair.

"How fast do you like to go?"  Dixie asked, strutting past him to the bike.

"W-what?"  Bass blinked behind his shades in shock.

"How do you like your ride?"  Dixie clarified, swinging her leg over the bike and seating herself on the flame red cruiser.  She turned the ignition and the engine roared to life.  "Oh!  I love having all this power between my legs."

"Uh...."  Bass swallowed hard, and he was all too aware of the returning pressure in his jeans.  "Would you like a ride?"

"Golly, Bass,"  Dixie swung her legs over the side to face him, and spread her thighs suggestively, running her fingers over the black leather garter stockings.  "I thought you'd never ask."

Bass found himself moving toward her, his blood running hot in his veins.  He had not felt like this in almost twenty years.  He came to a stop with Dixie's long legs on either side of him.  She glanced down at the bulge at the crotch of his jeans.

"I'm pretty good at driving a stick,"  Dixie purred, reaching out and undoing his belt and pulling open the zipper of Bass's jeans.  Bass watched her, thinking that he should tell her to stop, tell her that he was old enough to be her father, but then she was pulling down his jeans and he heard her gasp in amazement.  "Oh... Bass!"

Dixie felt her mouth begin to water as Bass Armstrong's manhood was revealed.  He was enormous; and any doubts she had about his age affecting his virility were assuaged as his massive cock stood out straight, hard as a rock and twitching with expectation just a few inches from her lips.

But then Bass's hands grabbed her suspenders and hauled her to her feet, and she felt her heart flutter as he towered over her still.  He tore away her tie and then ripped the suspenders from her body and her leather garter dropped from her.  Dixie quickly began pulling away Bass's leather jacket, tossing them aside and kicking off their boots, leaving them both naked.  Dixie pressed herself against him, and Bass felt her massive breasts against his chest below his enormous pecs.  Dixie could feel the sheer power of him; he was a mountain of muscle, and his cock throbbed against her abs.

Dixie reached up and took off Bass's sunglasses and Bass snatched away her own shades and flipped off her cap.  She was almost taken aback by the gentle look in his eyes.

"So,"  Dixie said, her voice low and sultry.  "How'bout that ride?"

With a low, rumbling growl that gave Dixie chills, Bass grabbed Dixie's waist and lifted her off her feet with ease.  He seated himself on his bike and lowered Dixie down onto his lap.  They both could feel the Harley's engine rumbling with power under their naked bodies, and it seemed to add a raw urgency to the air.

Dixie's hand slipped down and grabbed the wide shaft of Bass's manhood with both hands, feeling it throb in her grasp.  He was huge; Dixie could barely get her fingers around his entire girth.  She secured her fists firmly around him and began pumping vigorously.

"Uuungh!"  Bass grunted, gritting his teeth as Dixie throttled his cock.

"That's right,"  Dixie grinned, watching Bass's massive body shake with pleasure.  "Start off in low gear..."

Bass grabbed Dixie's breasts in his large hands, digging his fingers into her supple flesh and was rewarded with a pleasured moan from Dixie's lush lips.

"Go on, Bass!"  Dixie breathed, feeling his strong fingers working her breasts, his rough palms rubbing against her hard nipples.  Her arms flexed as she renewed her efforts, pumping his long, thick cock.  "Let's get the piston into the cylinder, sugar!"

Dixie climbed up onto Bass, pushing her breasts right in his face while she lined up her body with the throbbing length of his member.  She gave a startled laugh as Bass's rough beard rubbed against her twin mounds, but then she was lowering herself onto him, and her laugh gave way to a strained cry.

"Aaaah!"  She screamed, simply unprepared for his sheer girth.

"Easy, girl."  Bass's deep voice rumbled calmly.  "Take it nice... and easy."

"You're so...oh, so BIG!"  Dixie bit her lower lip as another inch of Bass's cock sank inside her, spreading her nether lips to their very limits.

"There's no rush."  Bass said with complete confidence.  "Take your time and just let it slide... inside."

Bass's voice was powerful and resonate, reverberating in his wide chest and into Dixie's bosom as she was pressed against him.  It had an uncanny comforting quality, and Dixie found her breathing become easier.  With an effort, she forced herself to relax.  Then another few inches disappeared inside her, and then another, and just when she thought she would burst, she was settled down in his lap with his entire manhood throbbing steadily inside her tight, hot vessel.

"Hot damn."  Dixie squeaked quietly, still adjusting to the enormous shaft of hard flesh now filling her.  "I didn't think I could take all of it."

"Hell,"  Bass said, his voice now betraying a slight edge of strain.  "I nearly shot my load three times on the way in.  I can't believe I'm holding it off."

"Looks like we underestimated ourselves now, didn't we?"  Dixie winked at him.  "Now I'm gonna show you what a real Texas girl can do!"

Dixie snaked her hands behind Bass's thick neck and leaned back.  Bass looked down and watched her abs undulate as she started writhing on him, churning his cock deep inside her hot, slick vessel.

"Nnngh!"  He huffed, breathing hard as pleasure coursed up along his cock through his loins.  "It's.... ughhhh!  It's been so long!"

"Ooooh!  Well, I'm gonna make sure the wait was worth it!"  Dixie grinned as her body rocked against him.  "Mmmm... Damn, but you have a great cock!"

Bass let his instincts take over, and he pulled Dixie back against him, his hands moving down to grab her firm butt.  His arms bulged with muscle, lifting and plunging Dixie onto his hard shaft.

"Do it, Bass!"  Dixie cried out, her lips next to his ear.  "Do it!  Give it to me!"

And he did; Bass worked Dixie's body up and down on his cock with utter ease.  Dixie was intoxicated by his raw strength, feeling the power radiate from the bear of a man.  The colossal cock driving in and out of her tight slit was almost too much to handle, filling her again and again as he pumped her onto himself.

"Yeah, girl!"  Bass growled, feeling Dixie's amazing breasts sliding over his rippling pecs while her wet, hot canal squeezed tightly around his cock.  "Take it!  Take it to the BASE, baby!  TAKE IT TO THE BASE!!!"

"Yippee-ki-yay!"  Dixie would have laughed at Bass's wordplay if the pleasure wasn't so unbelievably intense.  "Come on, Bass!  Ooooh!  I'm close!  You comin'?"

"Hell yeah, I'm comin'!"  Bass boomed loudly.  "You gonna let go so I can pull out?"

"Not a chance, big boy!"  Dixie pressed her forehead against his and looked him in the eyes.  "You're coming with me, and you're coming deep inside!"  Bass opened his mouth to object, but Dixie stopped him with a deep kiss, giggling into his mouth as his beard tickled her chin.  She broke the kiss and spoke in a firm tone.  "Trust me, Bass.  Now let's do it!  Come on!"

Bass pumped Dixie onto his cock at a wild pace, their flesh slapping loudly together.  Dixie's hands went to the back of Bass's head, running her fingers through his long blond hair as she began shaking with pleasure, running head long toward her climax.  Bass's breathing was haggard, and his heart beat madly in his chest as he felt the onrushing stampede of pleasure bearing down on him.

With five more lifts and plunges, Bass slammed Dixie down on his cock and came hard.  He arched his back let out a roar that shook the entire garage, drowning out even the rumble of the Harley beneath them.  Dixie whipped her head back and wailed out in orgasm, her hands clawing at Bass's broad chest as she convulsed in ecstasy.

"UNGH!  YEAH!  Oh, YEAH!!!"  Bass felt his loins explode in a blaze of pleasure and his cock erupted with hot, thick seed deep inside Dixie.  He felt her vessel tighten and pulse around him, pumping him for more and more.

"Aaaaah!  YEEEHAWWWW!!!"  Dixie writhed on him, feeling Bass's cock fill her with liquid fire.  And then it happened.

"What the--"  Bass gasped, feeling a renewing energy flow through him.  While it had been a long, long time since he'd made love to a woman, he knew this was no regular orgasmic sensation.  As his climax began to abate, Bass held Dixie tight against him, taking deep calming breaths.  "What the hell was that?"

"Anything wrong?"  Dixie asked, a knowing smile spreading across her beautiful face.  "I didn't disappoint, did I?"

"I feel...great."  Bass said slowly.  He looked around the garage and saw everything in absolutely perfect clarity.  He'd had a slight case of near-sightedness for decades, but now his vision was flawless.  And he'd been sure he was about to have a heart-attack just before his orgasm, but now he felt like he could run a marathon without breaking a sweat.  "I don't get it."

"Lisa can explain later."  Dixie stroked his bearded cheek playfully.  "But right now why don't we give the new you a test-drive?"

With his newfound energy, Bass felt like a teenager again, and with his cock still hard and deep inside Dixie's wondrous body, he wasn't about to argue.  He leaned back and watched Dixie spin around on him to ride him in reverse-cowgirl.  Dixie grabbed hold of the handle bars and began bouncing her shapely butt up and down, pumping Bass's manhood at an aggressive tempo. 

"Enjoying the ride back there?"  Dixie glanced over shoulder, a strand of blond hair hanging across her eye.

"Smooth."  Bass nodded, folding his hands behind his head and savoring the sight of Dixie's voluptuous body bouncing atop his cock.  Her glutes jiggled alluringly with each impact against his hips, and Bass heard the Harley's engine rev as Dixie's hand twisted the throttle with each stroke of her hips.

She rode him for some time, and they traded easy jibes and teases while their bodies built toward the inevitable.  Bass found himself at ease with Dixie, as though he'd known her for years.  For Dixie, this was a dream; she had followed Bass's career as a star-eyed fan and now she was riding his massive cock while his Harley rumbled beneath them.  When they came, it was an exquisite spasm of conjoined bliss.

"Enough of the soft stuff,"  Bass said with a fire in his eyes.

"Now you've got my attention."  Dixie licked her lips with anticipation.  "Want me to break out my handcuffs?"

Bass sat up, bracing his feet on the cement floor on either side of the bike.  Sensing his intent, Dixie shifted forward, settling the balls of her feet on the foot pegs and leaning against the handle bars, her supple breasts brushing the headlight.  Bass mounted her from behind, and his powerful thighs rippled with strength as he thrust into Dixie's waiting slit.

"Uuuungh!"  Dixie grunted as Bass rutted into her like a wild animal, pounding his huge cock into her with brutal passion.  He was thrusting into her without mercy, and she loved every moment of it.  "That's what I want!  Harder!  Ooooh!  Come on, you stud!  YEAH!  HARDER!!!"

"You asked for it!  AAARGH!"  Bass covered Dixie's hands with his own on the handle bars and his hips pounded against her firm glutes like a piston, plunging his long, thick shaft into her again and again, each repetition more savage than the last.  The Harley rocked beneath them, the parking brake straining against the violent movements of Bass and Dixie's riotous sex. 

Dixie screamed with pleasure as Bass's testicles swung up to slap her clit with each thrust.  He was like a force of nature, pounding into her with inhuman power, and she gave as good as she got, rearing back to meet his thrusts with her own.  Bass lost himself in the rhythm of the sex, and their bodies slammed together with feral zeal; two wild beasts in heat.

Neither of them noticed as the electric motor kicked in, lifting the garage door silently a few yards away.

"I'm gonna..."  Dixie managed to hiss between her teeth as the spasms began to take her.

"Gonna be good..."  Bass lost his train of thought as his climax overcame his control.

"DAD!!!"  Tina screamed, her eyes wide in horror.

On some level, Bass realized that it was his daughter's voice calling to him, but the immediacy of Dixie Clemet's hot, tight vessel pumping his cock to orgasm obliterated any thoughts of stopping.

"DIXIE!!!"  Bass roared, burying his cock to the hilt inside the Texas vixen and unleashing a torrent of his seed.

"BASS!!!"  Dixie screamed back, her entire body alit with orgasmic ecstasy as her inner muscles pumped volley after volley of seed from Bass's raging cock.

Without a word, Tina spun on her heel and ran.  Bass was dimly aware of Ryu Hayabusa chasing after her, and he silently thanked the ninja for hitting the garage door control as he left.  The door slid back down and closed just as the last spasms diffused through Dixie and Bass.

"Did... did Tina just see us screwing on my Harley?"  Bass asked, blinking slowly as he sat back down onto the bike's seat.

"Yeah."  Dixie said quietly, sitting back into Bass's lap and trying to ignore the fact that he was still completely erect and deep inside her.  "That did happen, sugar."

"I gotta talk to her."  Bass said, running a hand through his hair in despair.  "Say I'm sorry... explain what happened..."

"Bass,"  Dixie said softly.

"...can't believe she saw..."  Bass muttered on.

"Bass,"  Dixie repeated, louder this time.

".... screwing right on the Harley..."  Bass continued.

"Bass!"  Dixie shouted.

"... scarred for life..."  Bass shook his head in dismay.

Dixie reached down and grabbed his sac in a firm grip, and Bass immediately shut up.

"That get your attention?"  Dixie asked, looking at him over her shoulder with a satisfied grin.  "Just hold your horses.  Give her some space.  She just saw her daddy and one of her best friends screwing like a couple of jackrabbits.  Ryu will calm her down; just let the ninja do his thing."

"I... yeah, you're right."  Bass sighed.

"You're just sayin' that cause I got you by the balls."  Dixie laughed and began gently caressing Bass's testicles in her hand.

"Umm.... so..."  Bass swallowed hard, trying not to moan as Dixie massaged his sensitive spheres.  She was good with her hands, he had to admit that.  "How long you think I should wait to talk to her?"

Dixie gave him a grin that sent shivers down his spine.

"Long enough for us to try out the handcuffs."