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Authors: Cherry Allen

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When the rain stopped, he helped me off the bike so
I could get behind him for the rest of the ride.

"My name's Al." His smile dazzled me. I knew I'd
always associate gorgeous green eyes with the roar of a motorcycle
and a flush of heat between my legs.

"I'm Brittany. Pleasure to meet you, Al," I said,
for lack of anything clever.

"Darlin', I promise, the pleasure's mine."

My car worries were far from my mind the rest of the
way into town. When he dropped me at the garage, he didn't just let
me get off the bike so he could drive away. He walked me in and
said some things about carburetors and something else to the
mechanic. I couldn’t resist thanking him for looking under my hood
in a voice dripping with naughtiness. I giggled like a teenager
when he laughed and said, "Sweetheart, thank
you
for the
lube job."

 

***

 

I thought my adventure with Al the hot biker had
come and gone, and I had no complaints. It had been fantastic to
cut loose and let myself go like that with a complete stranger. I
never passed that way again without remembering how it felt to be
fucked on that motorcycle and how exciting it had been.

When I found him behind me a few weeks later on my
way home, I instantly became aware of my heartbeat in my pussy.

He saw me looking into the rearview mirror and
motioned for me to pull over. When I did, he didn't stop but passed
me, motioning for me to follow. I white-knuckled the steering wheel
and actually gasped when he turned onto the road where we'd gotten
it on a few weeks before.

Did I want to do this again? If I didn't, all I had
to do was keep going straight. The throbbing between my legs
screamed at me to make the turn, so I did. I followed him farther
back on that road than we'd gone that day. We turned onto another
road, and I pulled over behind him when he stopped. A small
building that looked a bit like a bar was back there, without a
sign on the front. I realized how reckless I was being, but
couldn't bring myself to think anything might be wrong.

I rolled my window down when he approached my
car.

"Hi again, Brittany," he said, smiling.

"Hi, Al."

He didn't say anything for a moment, but then leaned
on my car door. "I thought maybe, after how much fun we had the
other day, that . . . well, I thought you might be up for more. Was
I wrong?"

God, he smelled sexy. "No, you weren't wrong."

"Good," he said, then he looked over his shoulder
before leaning back toward me. "And I thought you might like to
meet some of my friends."

At least half a dozen motorcycles rode out of the
trees into the road, all driven by bikers--hardcore bikers, not
your weekend warriors who only hit the scenic routes on Sundays.
Sturgis, poker-run and show-off-my-bitch's-titties-to-the-crowd
kind of bikers. They wore leather, denim, bandanas and skullcaps.
Some were the extremely rough and grizzled types--long beards,
boots and the chains that keep some unlucky bastard from grabbing a
wallet.

They parked their bikes in a cluster and started
walking toward my car. Jesus, I was one woman alone with about
seven men whose intent was clear. My engine was still running . . .
.

Al must have seen my hesitation, because he leaned a
little closer. "Nobody will try to stop you from leaving if that's
what you really want. But I have it on excellent authority that
this is the kind of thing you've been waiting for, Brittany."

Oh God
. This
wasn't
an attempted gang
rape and murder on a country road, despite what my mother's voice
was shouting in the back of my brain. This was The Club. I'd told
them about my fantasy--me alone with a bunch of bikers who took
what they wanted, however they wanted. It was
my turn
. Then
it occurred to me what that meant. Al must have been following me
all along, waiting and watching. He was probably scoping me out on
the day I broke down.

While I didn't regret that encounter at all--I still
thought about it damn near every day--it seemed odd to think he was
watching me because of my fantasy. He didn't have to stop and help
me. And he certainly didn't have to have sex with me on his
motorcycle.

I didn't know what to do for a moment, though. Maybe
if I could just be alone with him again it would be enough? Did I
want him to be in this group of men all touching me--fucking me?
Did I want him to see me fucked by someone else?

The rush of heat between my legs answered those
questions for me. I turned off the ignition. Al smiled and opened
my door, then leaned over and held his hand out.

"M'lady," he said, a hungry look on his face. "Oh,
wait a minute. Dirty names get you off, right? So you'd rather be
called . . . bitch? Be sure that's what you want . . . ."

"Yeah," I breathed, embarrassed at the revelation
but too excited to clam up and turn back now. "I know what I want."
I swallowed hard.

Al nodded and motioned at the bikers, who walked
toward us faster. "She's ready, boys."

A man who had to be at least six-foot-five stepped
up to me first and put his hand under my chin. He wore leather
gloves with chrome studs on the back of his hand. "Got us a little
bitch in heat here, don't we?"

They advanced as one, it seemed. I saw faces,
tattoos, sunglasses, a full beard, a groomed mustache and a
neat-clipped beard, bandanas--but it was hard to distinguish them
all individually as their hands shot out, touching me everywhere.
One man with a spider tattooed on his cheek slipped his hand under
my skirt. His fingers pushed inside my underwear and rubbed between
my lips. It was so shocking, I yelped and started to move back, but
there were more behind me, holding me in place.

He laughed and raised his hand to his mouth, then
slowly licked his fingertips. "Mm, mm, good. I haven't had good
pussy in a while." He stuck his tongue out and flicked it up and
down. Other men laughed and grunted things like, "yeah, bitch," and
"let's fuck her," and some things I couldn't understand.

Hands were on my tits, my ass, between my legs. It
was completely overwhelming having
that
many men pawing me
at once. My hands instinctively came up to push some of theirs
away, but they kept going, moving my hands and doing what they
wanted. Physically, there was simply no way I could stop them. That
was a little scary, but it was also fucking thrilling.

I looked past one who wore an American flag skull
cap to see Al looking at me with a smile on his face. He was the
only one not clawing at my clothes or trying to stick his fingers
in me somewhere. He said, "To the bar,
gentlemen
." And we
all moved as one mass, me in the center of the circle, toward the
log-cabin style building that I assumed was their meeting
place.

A couple of the men went in before me, then I was
shoved through the door. They whooped and hollered, words like
slut, bitch and whore tossed around like endearments. And honestly,
the whole thing was making me incredibly hot. When I'd just thought
it would be me and Al, I was already tingling and wet. Now, with my
fantasy about to come true, it felt like Christmas, birthday and
summer vacation all rolled into one.

No one touched me for a moment. I stood there in the
center of what looked like a type of dance floor. A few pool tables
were off to my left, the bar straight ahead, and a little stage
area where it looked like they had live bands was to my right.
There were mismatched tables and chairs around the room, but the
bar stretched the entire far wall. Clearly a lot of them liked to
belly up to it more than sit in the chairs. The place was dim, with
lots of biker paraphernalia on the walls. Pictures of naked women,
motorcycles, rallies and lots of flags and "USA" motifs.

"Come on, baby. What you waitin' for?"

I stood there, wondering what they meant. The way
they looked at me, I realized they were waiting for me to take my
clothes off. I started unbuttoning my blouse.

"Yeah, show us those big titties," a gravelly voice
said.

"I want to taste that pussy," someone else chimed
in.

"And I want that tight asshole," another
shouted.

I shivered, the idea of what was about to happen
almost too much for me. But there was no turning back now. I'd
wanted this for years, and I was going to have it.

When I opened my blouse, a few men advanced, their
hands covering mine and pulling it open and off me, then hands were
on me beyond my control. My skirt disappeared, pulled down and
tossed away. A hand slid around the front of my leg, almost
tenderly stroking my inner thigh right below my pussy. His fingers
rubbed the cotton crotch of my panties as he kneaded my leg.
Another hand pulled at my bra, sliding it down to reveal one
breast. One of them grunted and sucked my nipple the moment it was
bared.

The tall man was next to me, his huge cock out,
already rock hard. He put my hand on him. "You know what to do," he
said, smiling. Someone pressed against my back and rubbed his hard
cock against my ass. Fingers slid into the waistband of my
panties.

The cock in my hand pushed forward, sliding in my
fist. I started stroking him but could hardly concentrate on that
with the teeth and tongue on my nipple, sucking hard. The hand on
my inner thigh was now pushing up, rubbing my pussy through my
panties. A fingertip rubbed over my asshole, one biker laughing
about how tight that hole was going to be around his cock.

My other breast was bared, my bra jerked down below
my tits and then pulled off. My panties slid down to mid-thigh. A
finger still played with my asshole. When a leather-gloved finger
pushed into my pussy, I yelped in surprise.

"Spread those legs, girl!" I was pulled into
position, my legs spread wider, my panties stretched around my
thighs. I was still stroking the cock in my hand, but not hard or
fast enough to suit him, apparently. He put his hand over mine and
squeezed, pumping hard into my fist a few times.

The gloved finger pumped into my pussy. "Oh, yeah,"
he growled. "Tight little pussy. I get her first."

I knew it was the tall one who'd come up to me
outside. I could feel the studs on the back of his hand on my inner
thigh. Someone grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me to my
knees as the other hands fell away. The one I'd been stroking moved
to stand in front of me.

"I got something good for you to eat." He held his
cock out and shook it. What felt like two gloved fingers pushed
into my pussy, making me cry out in surprise. They slipped out to
glide forward over my clit, then plunged back into me.

The biker with his cock in my face said, "Open up.
You hungry for some hard, hot meat, bitch?" He thrust forward.

I opened my mouth. His cock pushed inside, sliding
along my tongue right to the back of my throat. I breathed through
my nose and let him move for a moment, before the hand in my hair
pulled a little harder.

"Suck it."

I did. Fingers played with my pussy, the leather
rubbing over my clit then pushing back into me with a wet, sucking
sound.

Two men approached on either side of me, their hard
cocks sticking out of their flies. "Come on," one said. "You know
what you're good for." So I took one in each hand and stroked while
I sucked the man in front of me. It was overwhelming--three cocks
and gloved fingers in my pussy, and we were just getting started. I
really wasn't sure about all this, especially since some of the men
were a little rough. They were just the
right
amount of
rough, but I had a little bit of fear that they might get out of
hand. I knew, though, that was part of the thrill of the whole
fantasy.

Hands were on my tits then, rubbing and pinching at
my nipples. One liked lightly slapping my tit from the bottom, then
slapping at the nipple. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it stung
a little, making it more exciting.

"I can't wait to fuck you in the ass," that gravelly
voice said in my ear. I couldn't tell if he was one of the men with
hands and fingers on me or not. I was too busy sucking cock and
jacking off the two men whose dicks were in my hands. They didn't
seem to be in any hurry to come--they weren't pumping furiously
like the man I was sucking. I could tell he was getting ready to
shoot.

He thrust hard at me a few times, the hand in my
hair keeping me from leaning back like I wanted to. I braced myself
for it.

"Oh, yeah, suck that
good
," he groaned. I
felt his cock thicken, then breathed through my nose and fought not
to panic as he thrust hard, filling my mouth, his cockhead hitting
the back of my throat. As he came, I swallowed again and again in
an effort not to gag. When he finally pulled out, he grinned and
cupped my face under my chin.

"Pretty mouth," he said, then stepped away.

One of the men I'd been stroking took his place. "My
turn." I barely had time to catch my breath before his cock was in
my mouth. His wasn't as long or as thick, so it was a little
easier, though my jaw was getting tired. Another man stood there,
his cock out. I took him in hand and stroked.

I squealed around my mouthful of cock when what felt
like a gloved thumb slick with spit or lube pressed against my
asshole and didn't stop, jamming into me. It might have belonged to
the man finger-fucking me, because I still felt those fingers
rubbing my pussy and slipping into me occasionally. The thumb
pushed into my ass rhythmically.

The man on my left that I'd been stroking pushed
forward, thrusting into my fist with jerking motions. He shouted as
his hot come splashed against my cheek. That brought the man in my
mouth over, forcing me to swallow quickly or gag.

When the man I'd been stroking was finished, I went
to wipe my cheek, but he grabbed my hand to prevent it. The man on
my right moved in front of me as the hand in my hair tightened to
hold my head at a little bit of an angle.

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