The story continues, it is completely fictional of my own making, but the places are real I have been to all of them. If you have not read the first parts you should do so, Everyone in the story are over 18, there is lots of sex during some parts
The Charity nude Motorcycle run had begun modestly. During the 3 full weeks it took to meander from the starting point to the German Austrian border the group had grown in numbers to the point it became necessary to create splinter groups then converging in Munich. The endowed trust had grown exponentially to 100 million Euro in just 3 short weeks. The website had already started to pay out subsistence's to persons and families suffering from the previous world pandemic. Something John and Heather had not considered when they thought up the idea of raising money to help people in need was it had soon become a philanthropic business. Which took on a life of its own. From John's seed money to the 100 million and growing. Every day. Deposits were now coming in from around the world. During the next few weeks, they would learn that once the idea of philanthropy for their cause became better known, currency from around the globe would come pouring in. The 100 million would look like chump change in the days and weeks to come.
The morning following their many parades in Wurzburg Heather stood naked atop their caravan trailer, enjoying a chance to feel the cool morning air on her bare skin. While preparing to address the crowd, the woman editor who was also enjoying being completely naked before they broke camp walked up to the trailer,
Madam Prez, uh Heather, I just received a very special request from the town of Garmisch. Asking if it would be at all possible for us to be at Garmisch Partenkirchen the day before their Berg Feuer.
What is a Berg Feuer, and when is it?
It is a festival-like gathering held every year on the eve of the summer solstice. When it gets dark, they set fires on the mountains. The fires grow into various predetermined shapes depicting symbols in the form of pagan Gods to give thanks for the beginning of summer. Really it is just an excuse to drink a lot of Bier.
Hum. The solstice is a week away. If I split everyone up into groups of 40 to 60 bikes each, we just might be able to cover many of the current parade requests between here and there in that amount of time.
Heather placed 2 fingers to her lips and gave out a loud shrill whistle.
Everyone, may I have your attention please. As we all know, our mission to raise money for the charities we've created has taken off like wildfire. We've been asked to take part in a literal wildfire, in the mountain town of Garmisch Partenkirchen. They have requested us to hold a parade from the base of the mountain up to the town the day before their annual Berg Feuer. As I see it the only way, we can possibly arrive at the required date will be to break up into splinter groups with 40 to 60 riders in each group. My only request is that all of you respect the core rules of our mission. From here we will take several separate routes then meet up once again at the area in Munich where the Oktoberfest is held from there depending on time left available, we may have to ride straight to Garmisch. Normally it is only a little more than an hour's ride, but we all know how many days it has sometimes taken us to ride an hour's distance. When we sidetrack to the many towns and villages for our parades. I need you to select a provisionary leader for each of your groups and see John for the necessary funding for fuel and food and unforeseen expenses. Whomever you select should have a rider with a helmet that has the heads-up display and can remain connected with John and me via zoom. That is all I have, I guess it is time to get dressed and break camp. Oh, yes one more thing, someone in each group should have a supply of costumes in case other's desire to join in with you.
Good morning, Prez. I was wondering if you have time to fix my balls again. They dropped back into my scrotum last night and my wife just doesn't have the touch to make them draw up inside. She tried for over an hour last night.
Sure, you are the tenth guy this week I've helped since before breakfast. I think John may be getting a little concerned at my giving you guys so many blow jobs while I shove my hand up your rectums'. He says I am not eating enough for breakfast anymore. Which is probably because my stomach is full of cum.
John walked up behind the biker as Heather was stimulating his prostrate while giving him a blow job. He noticed she still had her pink stick in her pussy and knew she had one in her inserted hand. Easing her phone out of her other hand she winked at him and nodded her head. A rapid swirl a couple times across the screen sent the poor guy into orgasmic orbit. His cremaster muscle contracted so fast and hard there was an audible pop as his testicles leaped from his scrotum into the farthest upper cavity of the inaugural canal. Handing her phone back to her he slipped away while the man's eyes were still crossed and unfocused.
Ah, fuck, Prez, do you think your husband would be inclined allow you to have a second husband in your lives?
With her mouth still filled to capacity with his cum she motioned for him to kiss her with her finger. When their lips sealed together Heather forced her tongue past his lips then expelled the full amount of his cum into his mouth and forced his to keep his lips sealed with hers until he had to swallow.
You were asking a question about being a co-husband to John. Sorry I might suck; I might fuck, and I might be fucked by all of you guys, and he might do the same to your wives, but in the end, it is just him and me who will ever share a bed together. I don't even consider what we just did as sex and neither does John. Sex has to last longer than one minute. Now go get your costume thong on and get ready to ride.
Yes ma-am. He called out as he walked away kind of bow legged not noticing the pink stick Heather had used on him was still in his rectum. Its stem folded up inside as well.
Oh shit, I left the pink stick shoved deep up his ass. Hahaha, John is going to have so much fun. And he is going to shit a brick the next time he takes a dump, hahahahaahah. That is going to be too funny. I'm not into defecation play but I would almost pay to watch that.
A total of 500 parades were ridden in the few days they had before the festival A Garmisch Partenkirchen. Teams of riders started gathering in Munich. The last to arrive was Heather and John's group. Something looked unusual to those cheering the group into the parking lot. For the first time in memory John was in front and Heather was sitting behind him. The other odd thing was both were wearing their chaps and vests. All of the other riders were in full gear or chaps and vests.
What happened John, why the gear?
A tanker truck overturned on the road coming from the opposite direction. As we passed it the trailer burst open and sprayed us with sticky vegetable oil as we rode by. We had to stop at the next town and find a car wash that wasn't one of those automatic things. Those of us who were in front really got drenched in the stuff. The car wash we found was angled so you couldn't see people washing their vehicles from the road, so we stripped off and began trying to clean our bikes and trailers. It took several hours to clean and polish our equipment, but the costumes are going to require a laundry to get all of the syrupy vegetable oil out of them. Meaning it was leather or chaps and vests for our next parade. We were running short of time knowing the whole town was waiting. Heather and I didn't want to take the time to dig out any undergarments from the caravan, and while sitting on the bike no one can see down there anyway Except for my dick. We went through the parade with Heather sitting on it. Then after the parade the only button on her vest popped off letting it fly open. She didn't want to ride through the next town that way, so we switched places. She pulled my dick back between my, but cheeks and I sat on it while she leaned against my back. That is why I'm driving.
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The only bad thing about having the trailer was Heather and John couldn't do their acrobatic riding. Heather could pull the front wheel up easy enough with the added tongue weight plus John's bulk. But trailer tongue had a fixed loop under it to prevent the coupler from hitting the ground while not connected to their motorcycle. This prevented her from achieving a high enough wheel stand to maintain height balance the only way to keep the wheel off the ground was to constantly accelerate meaning by the time she could make it through town she would have to be going over 150 MPH. They had two other options. One was to drop the trailer run the parade do their acrobatics, everyone was looking forward to seeing or having another motorcycle pull their trailer. The problem with that though was there wasn't another motorcycle with a hitch that wasn't already pulling a trailer. No one had a bike large enough to pull their heavy trailer anyway.
John. I want to drop our trailer for our next parade these folks deserve something more than a ride through. Now that everyone has regrouped, we will do our stunts as we ride through town then wheel stand a all the way back through the pack and pick-op our trailer. The roar back through the pack to the front once again.
You're the boss babe.
The only hitch to Heather's plan was she had forgotten their parade started at the base of the mountain leading up to Garmisch Partenkirchen. After reaching the top and riding through town doing their stunts Heather headed down hill finding it impossible to ride the wheel stand and keep her speed down. Altering her plan, she just weaved from 1 side of the road to the other using the other riders as slalom pins all the way to the bottom of the winding road. They quickly hitched the trailer then sped back up the mountain finding it easy to hold the front wheel off the ground on the steep incline without gaining a lot of speed.
On behalf of our town, we welcome you to our annual Ber Feuer display. Tonight, we have a special display to share with you.
The bier and Bratwurst associated with nearly every festival in Germany turned out to be almost as much of a highpoint to the group as their preparations to attend the festival. But and that is a big but. Nothing could have prepared them for what was to come after dark, when the whole mountainside of the not-too-distant mountain was set ablaze with small fires. As the small fires spread and began to burn together the small fires began to look like motorcycles and riders blazing across the mountain. The carefully choreographed fires eventually burned together even more until the shape of a huge motorcycle began to form. Once the fires had all burned together the symbolic motorcycle appeared to be standing on its rear tire while a woman rode it up the mountain.
Wow! How did they do that?
It takes weeks of planning then strategically clearing brush from the mountainside and relocating it where they want it. It is a ritual that dates all the way back to the 1300s.
