Father Rich was practically cheerful, as if this was a scout group. “Oh just the usual crap.” He undid my shorts and pushed his hand down inside them until he struck gold. I spread my legs a bit, giving him room, and he stared at Dave’s face. “It would be best if we were convinced you aren't a cop, that you weren't a yellow snitch, and that we could trust you. Shit like that”
“How do I prove that?”
“By participating in one of our activities. We have a little business deal scheduled to close today, and I want you to take part.”
“Doing what?”
“Doing what you're told, you dumb fuck. Don’t think too much. Just go with some of the boys and they'll explain what to do when you need to know.”
Dave shrugged. “Whatever.”
“So, I think it would demonstrate your allegiance if you old lady got naked and sucked my cock for me. Then, while you run an errand that is important to the club, she and I will get to know each other better.”
Dave nodded at me. I shrugged and pulled off my top, putting it on the table. Then I worked my shorts down. It was a little awkward with Father Rich still fingering me while I did it. The topless waitress brought him a beer and when he moved his hand, I knelt in front of him and undid his jeans, pulling out a nice cock.
“That’s right,” he sighed as I licked the head, wet it and then took it in my mouth. It tasted like pussy to me, and I guessed he’d fucked one of the girls recently. He held my head as I sucked him, giving him a good blow job. When he came, I swallowed most of it. He let me up then, and had me stand next to him, putting his hand on my bare ass, and fingering me from behind. He smiled at Dave. “She did okay. Now you go with the boys and take care of some club business, so we can see you are serious.
Dave shrugged. “Okay.”
“If anyone tries to interfere, I expect you to kick ass.”
Dave nodded. I wondered if he realized that this was going to be a drug deal or something equally tricky and dangerous. Not that it mattered. Dave's a big boy and I don't own him, so there's no point in sweating over what he does or doesn't get. He wanted to join and that was the price. There wasn’t much else to talk about.
Several of the guys, pretty much everyone but Father Rich and Tommy, got up to head for their bikes. “This is the crew for this adventure.”
As Dave joined them I saw that this run was for the guys only. All the girls were staying put, drinking beer and talking. A girl named Shirley, was showing off a new tattoo on her ass. It was a picture of a spider.
Sally came over with another beer for Father Rich who was working his fingers in my cunt. She took a close look, then handed me a joint and a lighter. She nodded toward Shirley. “Her old man had a run in with a semi and came out second. He’s in the hospital and it don’t look good. Father Rich got her tattooed to take her mind off it for a while.” We smoked and watched the guys blustering with macho stuff, going outside to get on their bikes and ride off. “What a lovely bunch of morons,” Sally said. “The fuckers get your pussy wet, don’t they?”
I had to admit that several of them looked hot. I wondered how many of them she’d fucked. As Father Rich’s old lady, she’d be protected, but there were games and situations…
Father Rich finished his beer and pulled his fingers out of me. “Are you a supportive bitch?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“A supportive bitch would want the leader to feel kindly toward her man, right?”
“I suppose so. I thought that was what I was doing.”
“Well that was a nice warm up.” He took my hand and led me to the pool table where he hoisted me up so I sat with my ass on the red felt. It was itchy. He dropped his pants, letting his hard cock jut out. He grabbed my legs and pulled on on either side of his body, spreading my thighs apart so he could drive his prick into my cunt.
He was decently equipped and when he had the head of his cock in my pussy he grabbed my thighs and rammed that thing into me as hard and fast as he could. I leaned back with my hands on the pool table. It wasn't a bad fuck and I saw Sheila had her hands in her pants, playing with herself as she watched. Hilda went over to Tommy and undid his pants again, and she was stroking him as they watched. She must've had a nice touch, 'cause I could see he was getting hard.
Father Rich came with a grunt and a satisfied grin that made him look a little goofy. I hadn't come, but quickly realized that wasn't going to be a problem. Tommy was walking over to us. He’d gotten naked and his hard prick jutting out told me what he had in mind. Father Rich turned me over, pulling me down so my feet were on the ground and my tits on the table. Tommy got behind me, grabbing my hips. When he pulled me back toward him, my face rubbed on the crappy felt of the table as his cock filled me. His was thicker and I was being stretched all over again as he took his time driving that cock in and out of my pussy.
He took me slow. I smelled perfume and marijuana, and felt a soft touch on my back. Hilda stood beside me. She started stroking my ass cheeks as she watched her man slow fuck me. Then her hand moved down and her fingers played with my asshole as she watched his cock moving in and out, spreading my pussy lips. “Is that good, Tommy? Fuck the bitch. I want to see you come in her.”
Tommy was in no rush. The blow job she'd given him let him to be in control. With his cock filling me and the brunette's fingers working into my asshole, I wasn't in such good shape. I let out a guttural cry and came. They all loved that, especially Tommy. “Fucking A,” he moaned as my body convulsed around his cock. He picked up the tempo then, and I think Sheila came up to cup his balls. He came hard, shooting in me.
Tommy stepped back and sat in chair. “Eat my cum out of her pussy,” he told the brunette. Hilda made a face, but got behind me, her hair tickling my thighs as she knelt down to put her face up to my cunt. I was dripping cum as she started licking me something nice. Tommy used his finger in me from behind and then started wiping pussy juice and cum up my ass crack to my anus, making my body shudder. The brunette had her fingers inside me by then too, leaving Tommy room, but working them around. When Tommy forced his finger in my asshole, I moaned loudly and the bitch took the folds of my pussy in her teeth.
I was going crazy.
Tommy worked that finger into me, and then another one. Two of his long fingers stretched me, worked around in my asshole, making the tight muscles ache.
“I'll have some of that,” Father Rich said.
I turned my head. Sally had come over and been playing with his cock, licking and stroking it, rubbing it between her tits, and now he was hard. I knew what he wanted some of too, because Tommy pulled his fingers out of my ass and slapped my ass cheek hard. The brunette stayed where she was, her mouth on my pussy and several of her fingers in it, as Father Rich climbed on the pool table. He straddled my butt and pressed his cock into my asshole. Hilda moved away then and Sally took her place, finger fucking me hard as Father Rich popped his cock into my anus, using his weight to shove the stiff rod deep in my rectum.
Having a guy fuck my ass with a woman fingering me was a new one for me. It felt a lot different from double penetration with two hard cocks. Not better or worse, just mind blowingly different. He was up on the table, cock in hand, and driving it in my stretched and lubricated anus. I cried out at the invasion. I wasn't that he was so big, but that, at that same moment, the brunette jammed her hand in my cunt. I was being fisted and fucked.
I could tell these two had done this before, because the bitch with her fist in my cunt really knew what Father Rich liked. Her fingers found the place where she could rub him through the thin part of me that separated my pussy and ass, rubbing his cock while he fucked my ass. Damn that was insane. Sally worked my cunt while Father Rich fucked my ass. He took a long time to come. He wasn't exactly slow fucking me, but he was enjoying himself, letting himself relish the idea of his cock filling my asshole.
Buttfucking is not my first choice when it comes to sex, but it can be potent, and this was off th
e charts.
“Come for me, bitch,” he said. I felt my climax building. The clit had heard him too. She put her face down there and started sucking my clit while she fisted me. That did it.
I didn't even feel Father Rich come. At least not as something separate from my own explosion, but I figured he had, because he collapsed on me. Our bodies were suffocating Sally who gave out muffled cries and pushed at my legs until Father Rich untangled us.
“You can get dressed and have a beer now,” Father Rich said.
* * *
My part in this little ritual was over. As I got dressed, Father Rich had Sally strip and get on the pool table, then had her spread her legs so Hilda could eat her pussy. By the time she came, we heard the guys came back, shouting and ready to celebrate what had been a fairly routine drug delivery. Dave had handed over drugs and brought back the money.
“I think a fucking Wrecker was watching it go down,” Jack said. “He ran off before I could inquire further.” He seemed to think it was kind of funny.
Dave was all full of himself. Father Rich pronounced him an associate member, which meant he was in on a provisionally, but had to a good boy. “I’ve got another job for you tomorrow. Do that well and then be a good flunky for a year and then you’ll be the real deal—you can wear the club colors. For now we need to commemorate this occasion,” Father Rich said. “Sheila’s old man is out of commission, and she wants to stay part of the club. So she can give you a nice reward.”
Dave was delighted. Sheila was less thrilled, but, given her options, willing enough to do almost anything she as told. Father Rich whispered her what he wanted and while the rest of us got on to drinking and smoking, with some of them doing a few lines of coke, Dave sat in a chair while Sheila did a strip tease for him. The guys were cheering her on and when she peeled off her tee shirt she rubbed her tits in Dave’s face, letting him suck her nipples. Then she turned and put her ass in his face as she worked her shorts down. As she exposed them to him, he kissed her ass cheeks and fingered her pussy. Dave was getting all worked up. I needed to show that I was his girl and wanted him pleased, so I knelt down beside him and unzipped his pants, working his cock out and stroking it.
“Fuck her ass,” the guys were chanting and Dave liked the idea. One of the other girls handed me a tube of lube. I got the idea. As Sheila bent face down over a table I spread her ass cheeks apart and squeezed some on her puckered anus. Then I worked into her. Dave stood beside me, watching and stroking his cock. When she was all slippery, Dave got behind her and bent her legs up to press her heels against her ass. I held her cheeks apart and guided his cock to the crinkled hole. Sheila cried out pretty loud when Dave stuck it in her and began ass fucking her. Everyone seemed to enjoy the show a lot.
As I watched, a hand snaked around my waist and stroked my pussy through my shorts. It was Jack. He pressed his crotch against my ass to let me feel his hard cock, then whispered in my ear. “One day, cunt.”
Then he moved on. He went to a booth and pulled Brownie to her feet and put her on her back on the table. He pulled her shorts off and dropped his, then started fucking her.
When Dave came, Tommy decided to fuck Sheila’s pussy. I wondered if they’d all do her.
Dave was high on his success. “When we get back, I get Donna?”
Moose slapped him on the back. “You can fuck her any way you want her. Later on we can double her like we did Trudy.”
It figured to be a wild night.
* * *
Back at the trailer, Moose got out a porn video. “I forgot I bought this,” he said, waving it. “It’s supposed to be good.” So we got beer and put it in the player. It wasn’t half bad and everyone got worked up. Add that to the buzz Dave had from being accepted into a biker club and things were interesting.
Donna got naked and played waitress, bringing beer and, when it was ready, pizza, with the guys feeling her up. Dave got naked and had her sit next to him, stroking his cock as he drank beer and watched the movie. “I feel like a king,” he laughed.
“Fuck,” Donna moaned. I looked over and saw Dave sitting on the couch having her ride his cock while he played with those big tits of hers. She had long nipples and he was enjoying stretching them. After he came, he looked at Moose. “Can I just have her for the night?”
Moose grinned. “Celebrate your fucking ass off man.” As Dave dragged Donna into the bedroom, Moose smiled at me. With me not minding at all, he stripped me naked and took me into the kitchen, where he picked me up and put me on the table on my back. As he took a long drink of beer, I spread my legs apart for him, and used my fingers to splay open my pussy lips. He finished his beer and dropped his pants.
I was pretty wet when Moose bent my legs back and plowed into me with that meaty cock of his. His face was shiny with sweat as he drove into me, my calves on his shoulders and him holding my hips so that his thrusts buried his prick inside me instead of sliding my ass around the table. He was jazzed up pretty good.
Moose went into the living room and lit a joint. I grabbed more beer and joined him on the floor. It had been an exhausting day, and soon we were drunk and stoned. I fell asleep on the floor. Sometime in the night, strong hands grabbed me, put me on my stomach with my legs apart. It was Moose. He climbed on board, wet his cock in my pussy, stroking it into me for a few satisfying moments, then pulled out. Knowing what was coming, I braced myself. He didn’t wait, just rammed it in my ass. I cried out at that big cock intruding in me like that and he held my hips and started butt fucking me. He took it nice and slow and came hard. It felt like a gallon of cum shooting up inside me.
As I caught my breath I heard Donna’s squeals of pleasure. They came in the rhythm of Dave thrusting into her pussy or ass, and I knew he was enjoying her. Things were shaping up the way I figured. Dave was as bored with me as I’d gotten with him. Sooner or later we'd either have to swap permanently or things were gonna break down between the guys. This back and forth led quickly to a question of property rights that bikers didn't tend to settle in a nice way. Sharing a bitch once or twice was just partying. More than that could be a problem.
For my part, I liked Dave, but fucking Moose was better and he had a nicer bike too. If we got to getting out on a really long run, I knew where I’d choose to be if I had something to say about it.
Anyway, things had shifted back to unstable again. a good road trip would clear the air, but no one but me seemed to think that way.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day when we got to the hangout, Father Rich told us about his job. “A couple of Wrecking Team guys are hanging out on our turf. I want you to make a social call.” It wasn’t exactly a welcome wagon, he had in mind. Much more of a warning shot across the bow—he intended for his guys to beat the shit out of them. As a new team member, Dave would be called on to show his stuff.
Dave seemed to be looking forward to proving himself and Father Rich wanted to see it. So he picked a team and they rode off, leaving Jack to guard the fort. I saw the look Jack gave me and figured I knew what was coming. As soon as they left Jack came over to me. “I hear you have a tight twat.”
Jack didn’t expect an answer, but he couldn’t find out the truth of the matter when I was dressed. So he gave his orders and watched Brownie and Hilda strip me naked, then hold me down, spreadeagled on the floor while he ran his hands over my body. It was kind of exciting.
When he stood and took off his pants, I saw what I think was the biggest cock I'd ever seen. I was thinking of horse cocks I’d seen. A couple of girls grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs back toward my head. At his direction, Brownie put her face down to my cunt and started licking me, just getting me wet. Then she finger fucked me a bit and moved away.
I looked between my legs as Jack knelt down at my ass, stroking that thing. He leaned forward, put the head of it between my pussy lips and fucking impaled me with it. Basically, he took me in one slow and steady thrust, getting about half of it in me, then backing out and d
oing it again. Slow, slow, agonizingly slow.
Brownie knelt beside me and she started slipping a finger coated with lube in my ass as Jack fucked me. He watched my face while he fucked that monster into me, going deeper and deeper.
Finally it was all inside me and he lay with his body pressing my legs so tight against me that I could barely breathe. “I hear you like riding bikes,” he said. “I hear it turns you on. I hear you love fucking on bikes.”
I wondered who had told him that. It had to be Dave or Moose, one of them bragging about shagging me on the bike. Not that it mattered. The idea was turning Jack on now, though. He waved at Hilda who got behind him and started licking his balls as he rocked into me. With Sheila's fingers in my ass I was ready to come, but Jack exploded, that thing of his blasting his cum inside me.
So it didn't happen for me, but most of the time it doesn’t. Even so, the guy was one hell of a fuck. Size does matter—a fair amount anyway.
They guys came back happy, laughing about the way Dave had kicked some guy's face in while they held him down. Another one tried to run and when Tommy went after him on his bike and kicked him, he fell, breaking his neck. They hadn’t enjoyed that nearly as much.
I never could understand their enjoyment out of fighting. The risk, I suppose, since there was always going to be someone tougher and meaner. I mean Moose was a big, bad boy, but I figured Jack could take him in a heartbeat. And Dave probably wasn’t a great fighter, just a guy willing to use his leather boots to maim or cripple someone his buddies held down for him. Even with Dutch, he’d caught him off guard and then used that. I had no idea how he’d come out if he had to face someone his size face to face.
The guys were also excited about a plan Father Rich had made for the next day. “This will be a big score.” I wondered that no one wanted to ask for details. I wouldn’t be a good soldier, which was kind of what these guys were, if your soldiers were scruffy.
“About noon,” Tommy said. “Everybody goes.”
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