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Authors: Cherry Allen

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"Try not to scratch the felt," someone said, then
laughed. I was rolled onto my side, facing the edge, my hair pulled
to get my mouth closer to a waiting cock. I managed to lean up on
my elbow in order to suck it, then made a strangled sound of
surprise around it when my leg was lifted and I was pulled closer
to the end.

With my leg lifted up in the air that way, a cock
was shoved into my pussy. The angle was strange but rubbed all the
right places. My free hand found another cock. I tugged and pulled
at it, while hands rubbed my tits and ass. I was truly like the
pool table--an object the men were using for fun.

And I
loved
it. Even though my mouth was
getting tired and my entire crotch felt a little abused from the
rough fucking, a part of me was drinking this in like water after
days in the desert.

"Look at those titties bounce."

I was being fucked and pulled against the man hard
enough that my tits were jiggling back and forth. Apparently, at
least one guy in the group really got off on bouncing tits--the
slapper. He slapped my tit a few times then pinched the nipple,
holding it while my breast jerked up and down with the force of the
man thrusting into me.

The cock in my mouth twitched, and I fought to
swallow everything as he pulled my mouth down his cock, intent on
feeding it to me but good. The cock in my hand erupted then,
spraying over my forearm and waist. When they stepped away, the
slapper stepped up, his cock in his hand. I opened my mouth,
expecting him to shove it in,
eager
for him to do so, but he
put his hand on my chest and pushed me onto my back as much as
possible with the man fucking me holding me at an angle.

That position made my tits bounce up and down even
more, which was apparently what he was after. He stroked himself
while he handled one tit and then the other. He wasn't rough, but
his kneading was firm as if he really wanted to feel every bit of
my flesh. As my tits bounced down, sometimes he'd slap upward at
the nipple. Then he'd pinch the nipple and twist it, holding it
tight while my titty still tried to bounce.

Sometimes the slap and the pinch hurt enough that I
gasped or cried out. He clearly liked that, because he stroked
himself harder. He leaned over and sucked one tit into his mouth
while flicking my other nipple like he might flick a cigarette away
or flick someone on top of the head. He did it hard enough to hurt,
but the pain only made me hotter.

I whimpered each time he flicked my hard nipple,
then shouted when he bit down on the nipple in his mouth just
enough to smart.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned, pulling me to him, ready to
fuck my mouth. He kept toying with one tit, slapping and flicking
it, only stopping when he grabbed a handful of hair. He bucked
forward and shouted, coming hard, holding me in place to suck and
swallow what he gave me.

The guy slapping his cock into me pulled me hard
against him, his fingers digging into my leg, shouting
fuck,
fuck!
as he came, leaving me on the brink of coming but not
quite there yet.

"Get her on the floor," someone said. I was lifted
off the table to stand on wobbly legs.

"What a sweet little slut," gravelly-voiced Lem
said. "Get on your hands and knees for a little more cock, baby."
Hands pushed me down until I was in that position, and more hands
were suddenly on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. Laughter rang
out behind me about my tight little hole looking so wet and
well-used.

Someone rubbed my pussy, sliding his fingers up and
down. He never slid down quite far enough to really get my clit and
give me the stimulation I needed to get off.

I waited on my hands and knees to see what they were
going to do, but those fingers just kept rubbing me. They didn't
dip inside, just slipped up and down. I started arching my back and
pushing up, hoping to get my clit in on the action. I arched and
rocked, trying to push my pussy up far enough to be able to come
that way.

The fingers always stayed just a little too high for
me to get relief.

"Look at her go," someone said. "She wants more cock
in that hot ass!" Laughter rang out. I heard a can pop, and I
jerked with a shout when cold beer was poured over my back and ass.
The probing fingers collected some of the spilled liquid and rubbed
it into my pussy.

"Buck, girlie, buck," one shouted, pouring more cold
brew over me. It dripped from my nipples and ran down my arms. The
fingers rubbing my pussy shifted--he reached for me from in front
now as he knelt at my side.

"Oh," I huffed out in relief, because his fingers
could hardly avoid my clit now. Then I shouted as something snapped
against my ass. The laughter came again with another stinging blow
across my ass--someone's leather belt.

The one with his fingers in my pussy said, "He's
gonna spank that ass before he fucks you good."

His fingers danced over my clit, making me rock my
hips to rub against them more. Then he simply spread his fingers,
holding my pussy lips open and ignoring my clit, chuckling at his
idea. The belt cracked across my ass again. I pulled in, but no
fingers were there to rub my clit against.

One more stinging belt lash across my ass and I was
almost frantic with the need for his fingers to
do
something
to me.

Al lay down on the floor in front of me and unzipped
his fly. "Come here, baby. I know what you need."

I crawled on all fours, whimpering as the fingers
left my pussy. The one behind me managed to use the belt three more
times across my tender ass cheeks as I moved. I crawled up Al's
body until I was over him.

He smiled at me and licked his lips. I didn't even
wait to be told what to do. I lowered myself until his cock was
lined up, and I pushed down, taking him inside me to the hilt.

We both groaned. His hands cupped my breasts. Al's
thumbs rubbed my nipples back and forth and sometimes raked at
them, sending a new sensation through me.

"This won't be enough for you . . . so we're gonna
give you more," he said. I felt fingers probing my asshole then,
and I whimpered. Two at once? My asshole was already getting sore
from Lem fucking me so hard. To be stretched that much . . . .

I looked down at him, and my fear must have been
apparent.

"You'll love it," he said, licking his lips again.
"You
want
this."

And God, he was right. I wanted it
all
.

A man I hadn't yet really looked at before that
moment knelt next to Al's head. He took his cock out of his pants
and said. "Still hungry, bitch?" I took him into my mouth, moaning
around him as Al grabbed my hips and slowing moved us in a pumping
rhythm that was surprisingly slow and easy.

I tried to lurch forward when I felt the head of a
cock pushing against my ass, but Al used the hands on my hips to
keep me still.

Variations of "take it, bitch" and "fuck that ass"
rang out as the cock pushed inside me. It was a slow process, maybe
because he was being careful, and maybe because of the awkward
position he had to be in behind me.

When he'd finally pushed his dick most of the way
in, I was groaning with almost every breath. I'd never felt so
stretched or so full. Al slapped my hip as he thrust up, and at the
same time the cock in my ass pushed forward. They moved in sync,
withdrawing and filling me at the same time. The cock thrusting
into my mouth kept pace with them.

Some of the men crouched around us, touching and
teasing me. Hands found my tits, because they were played with
non-stop. Every spot on my body that could give me pleasure was
fucked, pinched, kneaded or rubbed, and it was awesome.

My clit didn't have the benefit of fingers, but the
way the man fucking my ass pushed me down ensured that my clit was
rubbed every time Al thrust up into me. And the incredible stretch
was also doing things to me. Once I come, it doesn't take nearly as
much to get me there a second time. And since I'd already had
several orgasms, all this stimulation was quickly pushing me there
again.

The man I was sucking started jerking his cock out
of my mouth with a wet pop every few thrusts. I knew he was getting
off on it, because he got harder and thicker each time he did it. I
tasted his salty pre-cum and knew he was about to blow.

Al panted beneath me like he'd been running, his
hands on my hips forcing my pussy up and down on his cock.

"Yeah, baby. Oh, yeah," he breathed over and over. I
wanted to look at him, but had to focus on the cock I was servicing
first.

The cocks inside me sped up, with Al able to thrust
faster than the one in my ass. The different rhythm and the frantic
way the man was fucking my mouth had me right there. I was writhing
and bucking between them as much as my position allowed, and
practically whining around my mouthful of cock.

"Come, bitch," someone shouted. "Come like a little
whore."

The cock in my mouth exploded. The pull on my hair
and the force of his thrusts had me trying to pull away, which
added to how hot the whole damn thing was. I swallowed what I
could, then shouted as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I didn't
say any words, it was just
ah, ah, ah!
as my pussy
contracted and my asshole clenched, and white hot pleasure spread
up my body.

They both slammed into me, pushing me up and down
and back and forth. Al came first, bucking up into me and pulling
me against him hard enough that much of the cock in my ass slipped
out. When Al relaxed, the other man grabbed my hips and fucked my
ass double-speed.

When he came, he pushed me forward so hard and far
that Al's cock slipped out of me. I ended up with my tits
practically hanging right over Al's face.

The cock slipped from my ass when that man let go of
me. I moved back a little and dropped down onto Al, letting my head
rest on his shoulder for a minute. As I lay there catching my
breath, I felt him pushing slowly up into me. He was softening but
still stiff enough to slide easily in and out.

Finally, he slipped from my pussy, leaving my entire
crotch throbbing in fading pleasure. Everything pulsed in a way I
knew would have me waking up sore the next day. The men backed off
and left us lying there that way. Cans and bottles popped open,
then two beers were put near us on the floor. Al carefully started
to sit up, taking me with him. I helped so that we finally sat
upright, me straddling his lap.

He handed me a beer, and then clinked his bottle
with mine. "What you were hoping for?"

I laughed and almost choked on the beer I was
swallowing. I nodded and took another long drink, the cold beer
soothing my tired mouth and throat. No beer ever tasted better.
"And then some."

I heard some of the guys arguing over who'd be
mopping the floor, and they decided they'd shoot pool with the
loser getting to clean up the mess.

Al chuckled. "You're a mess, too."

I looked down at the dark spots on his blue shirt. I
didn't know if they were come, beer, spit or sweat, because I was
covered in all those. And I really didn't care.

I put my arms around his neck and rested there. He
groaned and lowered himself back until we were on the floor again,
my head on his shoulder. I didn't know him that well. I should have
gotten off him, cleaned up, found my clothes and gone home now that
my fantasy was over. But I just couldn't bring myself to move.

"What's the phrase, Brittany?" he said. "You look
rode hard and put away wet."

"Yeah." And I probably should have been embarrassed
to admit it, but it came out before I thought. "And it feels
fucking fantastic."

He mmmed in agreement and put his hand on my sticky
back, rubbing gently, not in any hurry to move, either. I noticed
he used my name. No one had called me by my name except him, and
then it was only before the bikers approached us. But he'd just
used it again, now that it was over. I filed that away as something
to think about later, though I wasn't sure why.

Someone tossed a towel our way. It landed over my
back.

"You two, get a room. This is a
respectable
establishment
," Lem said in as prissy a tone that a man like
him could manage. "When you can bring yourself to get up, we'll
take you on an honest-to-goodness ride, if you're up for it-- since
you seem to like motorcycles so much."

His eyebrows went up, and I knew it was because he
knew about Al fucking me right on his bike. If Al had been my
boyfriend and he'd told his friends about that, I'd be pissed. But
since all these men had each just had some part of me right along
with him, I didn't think it mattered.

I managed to smile and nod. He laughed his
bear-growl of a laugh and announced that since he was having such a
good time, the next few rounds were on him.

 

###

 

Now that you've enjoyed Brittany's fantasy
fulfillment, get ready for a peek into what happens when Brittany
finally decides to leave for home. She may be in for more than she
bargained for, both with the horny group of bikers and with Al.
Watch out for
Brittany
Loves Bikers 2
!

Excerpts

 

Alice Loves Anal: An Ass-Play Wonderland

The Rape
Fantasies #1

 

This was supposed to be an administrative meeting,
Alice thought as she wiggled her lips beneath the fabric that
covered her mouth. If she opened her mouth, the gag was tight
enough that it would slip into her mouth, and she didn't want that.
All she could do was make muffled moaning sounds as she was carried
through the dark, over someone's shoulder, her wrists secured
behind her back.

She'd been invited to a meeting of The Club
regarding dues and other administrative issues, with the promise of
wine and copies of some of the members' written experiences at the
end, to make it a bit less dry and boring. Despite knowing that her
fantasy could be fulfilled at any time, and knowing that sometimes
members were lured there and to other places for that purpose,
she'd really thought they were going to discuss membership costs,
new members and other items of business.

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