You agree to go to Sturgis.

You continue to ride your biker at a leisurely pace, rocking your hips forward and back and savouring the sensation of that big hard cock of his moving within you and filling you. After the frantic first coupling where you had lost your virginity as a female, this gentler and far slower fucking feels so different. You can feel your arousal gradually climbing and can savour and analyse the experiance, but still remain clear headed enough to be aware of what is happening around you and concentrate.

"Sturgis?" You say quietly. "Yeah, I can see that working. A huge crowd to blend into and hide among."

You'd never been to the Sturgis rally yourself. You'd ridden a motorcycle off and on over the years and had dealings with biker gangs during your badass days after getting thrown out of the corps, but had never been that much into the lifestyle. Like everyone you'd seen the event on the news and know it is the largest annual gathering of bikers in the world.

"Sure it'll work." You are told. "I reckon we can scrape enough clothes together to make you bitches look the part. Chrissie's bound to have some spare stuff. What's more natural than some brothers and their sluts on a run?"

"So you reckon I'm your slut now?" You try to sound offended, but it's hard to be mad at the guy when his cock is inside you and feels so damn good.

"The position is currently open and who else's hog you gonna go pillion on?" Your biker asks.

You rock your hips, feeling that hard dick move within you once more. As strange as it feels to admit it to yourself you feel pleasure at the notion that the gang leader seems to have picked you from amongst your fellow fugitives, all of whom are undeniably hot in their female bodies. You think you should feel shame at this, but the chorus of feminine sexual moans coming from behind you from the others as they are fucked and evidently enjoying it tells you that you are not alone in becoming acclimatised to your new form.

"What about Chrissie?" You ask. "Won't she be pissed if I ride with you?"

"Chrissie?" The biker laughs and shakes his head. "She's still a patched member of the gang and fucks whoever she wants. Besides she has her own chopper and I'd bet that Toni is on the back when we move out."

That had not occurred to you, in that case since you had counted eight bikes then that made seven guys. You had seen one other woman apart from Chrissie, so there were plenty of spare rides to go round for the five of you. It's becoming increasingly more difficult to concentrate on future plans though. All the time you've talked your sexual heat has been rising and another orgasm won't be long in coming.

"I'll ride with you." You tell him. "Till Sturgis at least. Now, I guess you'd better show me what the position of head slut in this gang means."