Candy was the Gut Busters MC’s golden ticket – or more accurately, their platinum pussy pass. After the Grand Canyon gangbang, Rattlesnake had her pink Softail tricked out with chrome dildos for handlebars and a seat that vibrated on command. Now the crew was rolling deep to Arizona Bike Week in Scottsdale: twenty hogs thundering down I-10, chase trucks packed with weed, whiskey, and enough condoms to wrap the Grand Canyon. Candy rode bitch on Rattlesnake’s chopper, her thighs locked around his waist, grinding to the engine’s growl.

Her outfit? A Gut Busters crop top sliced open to let her double-Ds breathe, leather chaps with no pants underneath (for “ventilation”), and boots laced with LED lights that flashed “FUCK ME” in Morse code. Every rest stop, she’d hop off, spark a fat joint from the club’s stash – primo Arizona green that hit like a freight train – and blow smoke rings that looked suspiciously like cock rings.

First adventure: a weed-fueled game of “Highway High Jinks” near Tucson. The crew passed a bong back and forth at 80 mph, Candy taking monster hits that left her giggling like a hyena on helium. “Pull over, boys – mama needs to pee!” She squatted by the roadside, ass out for the world, while the prospects leered and toked. One newbie got so baked he tried to light his dick instead of a cigarette. Candy fixed it with a sloppy handjob: “There, fixed your lighter, sweetie!”

Second adventure: a dust-up at a roadside dive bar called The Cactus Cock. The Gut Busters rolled in for beers; Candy rolled in for trouble. She climbed the bar, poured tequila down her cleavage, and declared body shots for all. Rattlesnake licked first, his goatee tickling her nipples hard. Then the whole crew dove in – tongues lapping, hands groping, turning the bar into a sticky mess. A rival club tried to crash; Candy defused it by flashing her pierced clit and yelling, “Peace offering!” The fight turned into a joint circle-jerk, everyone passing blunts and blowjobs like party favors.

They hit Scottsdale at dusk, the rally a roaring sea of Harleys, halter tops, and hangovers. Tents up in the desert lot, bonfires blazing, speakers blasting outlaw metal. Candy was the star: she led a topless burnout contest, her tits spinning like propellers as she revved Rattlesnake’s bike in circles, weed smoke mixing with tire rubber. By nightfall, the crew was baked beyond belief – passing bowls of grass laced with shrooms, turning the camp into a trippy titty wonderland.

The orgy kicked off around midnight, Candy at ground zero on a blanket under the stars. Rattlesnake sparked a joint, took a drag, and shotgun-kissed it into her mouth while sliding into her from behind. “Ride the snake, baby,” he growled. She moaned around the smoke, arching back as two prospects latched onto her nipples, sucking like starving calves. The circle formed: brothers rotating in, dicks hard from the weed buzz, pounding her in every hole while she toked and teased.

One guy fucked her missionary while she blew another, joint dangling from her lips. “Deeper, you pussy – make me see stars!” A third slipped in from behind for a double stuff, her screams echoing off the rally tents. Grass smoke hung thick, everyone high as kites, laughing through the lust. Candy came first – a squirting geyser that soaked the blanket – then kept going, riding reverse-cowgirl on Rattlesnake while jerking off two more, her free hand passing the blunt like a baton in a fuck relay.

By dawn, bodies piled like wrecked hogs: sticky, stoned, satisfied. Candy sprawled in the middle, joint smoldering between her tits, cum-glazed and grinning. Rattlesnake lit her another. “You’re the best high we’ve ever had, doll.”

She exhaled a perfect ring toward the rising sun. “Arizona Bike Week? More like Bike Weak – these boys couldn’t last!” But as the crew stirred for round two, Candy knew: in the Gut Busters world, the party never stalls. Just revs harder.

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