First Ride

by Moore, Lee

  Bitten by the Biker Bug

  By Lee Moore

  Copyright 2014 All rights reserved. All people and places are a figment of my imagination, and any resemblance to a real person or place is coincidental.

  “Seriously, you need to get out more Kathy.”

  “Oh I will, I just have all these bills to catch up on.” I told Tina.

  “Working doubles six days a week isn’t enough?” She asked incredulously.

  The truth of the matter was, I was finally caught up. I was still working at a frantic pace to save for a move. I’d been stuck in Sioux Falls, South Dakota ever since my 17th birthday, when I left home with my boyfriend against my parents objections. Boyfriend? I think I just puked in my mouth some. As soon as we got out here, he ran out on me with a waitress and left me to fend for myself.

  Because I wanted to wait for marriage.

  God, what an idiot I am, right? Now? There were no men around that I wanted to date, let alone let them take my virginity.

  “No, not usually. I need another month of this and I can slow down.” I told her, smiling as I dried the rocks glasses.

  “So you work at this bar, sometimes twelve to fifteen hours a day, and it isn’t enough? When do you have time to meet guys?”

  “I meet guys all the time.” I was whining, but I didn’t care.

  “That’s not the same. Hurry, let’s go get the last of the dishes from last call, we might get out of here on time for once.”

  I just nodded and followed her out of the back room. She was right; I was probably burning the candle at both ends, and for what? I really didn’t have a plan on where to go, or what I would do for work once I got to… wherever. I was bored with life, and saving for another, but I still didn’t know what I wanted. Actually, that’s a lie, I want what I denied Brian when we moved out here, and I want it bad, just not with these locals.

  I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror as I was passing the bar and liked what I saw, even after ten hours in this sweatbox. My 21 year old body was curvy, and although my black curls in my hair weren’t as tight as I made them this morning, I looked good. Tired, yes. Bored, for sure… But if I was a guy, I’d do me. I just wanted somebody to wrap my legs around and…

  The bell over the front door jingled, and I looked at the clock over the bar in annoyance. Damn, I still had 15 minutes until last call. We rarely got business this late, but when we did, it was usually Tina and I who stuck around afterwards, Jay always having ‘something’ to do. I saw an nine forms in black leather and colorful ink walk into the bar behind me, their voices boisterous, but constant. I spun around to face them, my back to the bar, when several of them stopped dead behind me, slapping each other on the chest and pointing. Oh… like that, is it?

  “Evening guys, what can I get you for last call?” I asked, knowing damn well I was fifteen minutes early, but the smell of exhaust, leather and motor oil told me all I needed to know about these guys.

  Bikers, nine of them to be exact. I directed this to the alpha leader of this small clan, everybody looking to him to answer my question. GULP! To say we don’t get men like this around here would be an understatement. His leather vest was open, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath. His well defined chest and stomach muscles were enough to make me swoon, and the ink he had all over his exposed skin made me suddenly want to trace the ink lines with my fingers. I followed one tattoo on his stomach down, as it snaked into his pants. DOUBLE GULP! He caught me looking and I blushed furiously. The fact that he had 5 o’clock shadow that matched his dark black hair and amazing blue eyes was the icing on the cake. Serious hotness!

  Now don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against bikers, but most of them are fat grizzled old men; at least the ones that visit this bar. Not these guys. Each of them was muscled, and god damned hot! Any one of these guys could have been the cover model for some dirty reading material, but the leader of the biker’s had a presence about him that was almost primal. I met his green eyes and tried to ignore the stubble on his cheeks, his features making me weak in the knees.

  “Let’s start with a bottle of whiskey and some shot glasses.” Though spoken softly, his voice carried across the room.

  “Jack Daniels or …?”

  “Jack is perfect.” He told me, the nine of them walking slowly.

  For half a second I felt panicked, the bikers forming a semi-circle around me, until I realized I was the closest to the bar. I was blushing furiously, and almost jumped out of my skin when Tina grabbed the back of my arm. I didn’t, but it was close.

  “Kathy,” she whispered, “What’s gotten into you?”

  “Get me the shot glasses.” I told her in a louder voice.

  “You look like a deer stuck in somebody’s headlights.

  “I think Saville’s got the little lady rattled,” A biker clad in black leather, tank top and black flames tattooed from his neck down into the folds of his shirt, said.

  “Saville?” I asked, a hint of amusement in my voice.

  “Awwww shit, now they know my name.”

  “What’s the problem with that?” Tina asked.

  “Cuz, it’s harder to love ‘em and leave ‘em.” Saville, the alpha, replied, his gaze locking me solid in mid pour.

  Shit! I was stuck in his gaze, and felt it when the shot I was pouring overflowed, making my hands wet.

  “Dammit.”

  “Let me.” He said smiling.

  Tina let out a surprised gasp, when Saville took my hand, licking the whiskey off. If I wasn’t horny before, I was raging on fire now. What the fuck? We were now close enough I could smell him. Sun, leather, exhaust and a musk that must have all been his own. I pulled back as quick as I could and looked at Tina. She was licking her lip absent mindedly.

  “Just leave me the bottle, I’ll pour from here on out.” Saville said passing shot glasses around.

  I was almost in a trance watching them, when the sharp cracking sound of someone making a breaking shot at the pool table made me look away. Two of the men had obviously started the game up, and I sighed inwardly. If I was going to be here late, I might as well have some fun. Saville might not mind… Love them and leave them? I doubt any girl who got a lick of him could leave him alone.

  “Hey, I’ll ring them up,” Tina told me, holding up a card. Somehow I had missed somebody putting it on the bar, but I was so rattled I never noticed, she didn’t look much better.

  “Hey Kathy…?” Jay’s voice floated from the kitchen area.

  “Yeah?”

  “Come give me a hand real quick.” The last was barely heard as a quarter was fed into the jukebox and some old Bob Seger started to play.

  “What’s up Jay?”

  “I can’t stay late tonight. Want me to run them out of here?” The slender man asked.

  “You can’t stay late ever…” I whined, “Besides, have you seen these guys?”

  “Are they hot?” He asked hopefully.

  “Beyond hot. Like, scorching.”

  “Maybe I should stay,” He said, leaning to the side and peeking into the bar.

  “Your boyfriend would kill you!” I told him, wishing he would leave, yet loving that he halfway offered.

  “Naw… If he saw all that leather…”

  “Perv.”

  “Whatever, tell me they are not walking talking sexual gods?”

  “They’re not gods.” I grinned, and he gave me a playful shove.

  “Ok, I’m leaving, but call me or Gus if you need us to head back.” They lived almost across the street.

  “Will do.” I told him with a mock salute.

  Shit. No one to curb my lust. Shit!!! I waved as Jay left out the back exit, and I shot the deadbolt. The song ended, and a new one came on. The half lull in music though, wasn�
�t the only thing I heard. A surprised gasp, Tina’s to be exact. I rushed out of the back room, ready to help my friend out of whatever trouble she was in, thinking the worst. I couldn’t decide if I was right or wrong when I saw what was going on.

  Tina was sitting on the short side of the pool table, her arms behind her, holding her up. Her skirt was pushed up, her legs were open, pink panties hung up on one ankle and one of the cover model bikers was knelt down, his face between her tanned thighs, his head bobbing. I stopped dead in my tracks next to the bar. I was gone for two minutes talking to jay, and now Tina was getting… what? She threw her head back and took a huge gulp of air and moaned as another of the bikers grabbed her breast roughly, through the cotton tank top and kneaded it. Two minutes?

  “You look like you could use a drink,” Saville said. I never noticed him moving to my side, but now that I did I noticed the size difference between us. He was easily north of six feet tall.

  “Yeah,” I said, not looking away as a third biker approached Tina, undoing his belt.

  “Here,” Saville said and I took the glass without looking and downed it.

  I’m not much of a drinker, and only could legally drink this year. I know, I work in a bar, but I don’t drink… The whiskey burned the whole way down, and I took a gasping breath, losing sight of Tina and the three men. I looked up and Saville was there, filling my vision. He gently cupped my chin and forced my eyes to his.

  “One of the guys asked her if she wanted to play. They made a bet.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “If he couldn’t have her cumming within five minutes, she’d keep the bar open all night for us.”

  “That’s not like Tina, she…”

  “She also got a surprise kiss and grope from Antonio.” He smirked.

  Any one of those guys would make me pause if that happened; still, I thought Tina would be less susceptible to it. A boyfriend, a kid… Then I remembered. She broke up with her latest boyfriend a week ago, just another in a long line of losers… Still…

  “And she said…”

  “She actually moaned. Hasn’t said much yet, and you little girl, haven’t either.” He told me, moving his arms around my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

  Like before, I could smell the leather, exhaust, but the thing that got me tongue tied, was the heat coming off his skin and the bulge in his pants. I tried not to look back into his eyes, knowing I’d lost my poker face and must look like a sex crazed teen, but I did. He gently knelt down and kissed me on the lips. I was so stunned that I didn’t kiss him back, and I swear, my eyes almost crossed. He laughed and picked me up, sitting me on one of the clear spots at the bar, facing the pool table.

  Tina was shuddering, lying on her back as Antonio (it must be) used his tongue to lap at her, his hand moving in a blurring motion. I couldn’t really see as his head was in the way. I bobbed my head momentarily and accepted the shot glass when it was put in my hand. I downed it just as her shirt was pushed up, her bra already loose. Her full breasts bounced into sight and the biker to Antonio’s left smiled as he bent over the side of the pool table, taking her engorged nipple in his mouth, his hands wondering across her body. What got to me though? The guy on his right was nude from the waist down, his dangling member hard and slick as he slowly stroked it and touched it to her lips.

  Her eyes fluttered and she inhaled his cock in one smooth motion. I couldn’t stop watching, I mean, this was my friend and she was getting tag teamed and… I felt an intense tug in my stomach, almost a cramp and shivered when a hand gently worked its way up the front of my shirt.

  “What?” I asked looking down.

  Saville was still sitting next to me, but one of the other guys had come over and one hand had the hem of my shirt, the other was slowly working its way to my chest… I leaned into Saville, thinking the guy would get the picture, but Saville just smiled and cupped my breast through the material of my shirt. My eyes bugged at the feeling of pleasure. Watching Tina surrounded by hot men and…

  “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…” I was saved for the moment by Tina’s screams as she… well… We’ll just have to get that pool table recovered, because Antonio had backed up and was rubbing her sex furiously and she came, a lot… all over. She had forgotten to keep sucking, but had the other cock in her hand absent mindedly. We all sat and watched, the smell of her orgasm hung in the air as Nine Inch Nails’ song Closer started up.

  “Now it gets fun.” The guy to Tina’s left said as they all backed up and let her sit up straight.

  “Huh?”

  “My turn.” Antonio told her, his pants dropping.

  “Don’t forget about me hun, that cock isn’t going to suck itself.”

  “Awwww come on guys, let’s all go at once. I want to bed her over anways.”

  “Oh my god.” I mumbled as clothing was shed in the bar, only Saville remained seated.

  I got to my feet shakily, and walked to the front door to turn the sign and shoot the deadbolt. I may have been in shock and horny as hell, but I wasn’t going to have this party interrupted, for any reason. Tina was definitely having fun, but could I?

  “Let’s sit a little closer,” Saville told me, carrying a high-backed stool and the bottle of whiskey.

  “Sure.” I mumbled, watching as Tina was now fully nude, her tits crushed into the wet green felt of the pool table, begging as a guy slowly worked his finger into her ass.

  As far as porn goes, I’ve watched some pretty dirty shit, but this exceeded everything I’d ever seen… Real life was so much better. After he stretched her open a little bit, he positioned his cock, and slowly pushed it in, working it back and forth trying not to pump it too hard, too fast. Her eyes were wide open and she looked around the room as she realized she had 8 cocks surrounding her, every man but the one plunging into her ass waiting for their turn. Once his shaft was buried all the way, he gave her two long pumps and she moaned before he pulled out and pulled her to her feet.

  “What? Why?” she mumbled and I wondered as well.

  Her question was answered as the man lay on his back, pulling her onto his lap. A light bulb must have gone off over her head, because she took the monster cock in her hand and lifted her ass, and slowly lowered herself onto it.

  “Hold her still,” Antonio rasped, climbing on the table with them, watching as a strong arm hooked around her chest, just over her tits.

  Antonio slowly worked the tip of his cock against her wet pussy until soft begs became loud. With a smile, he slid his thick member inside of her. I was wet at this point, watching my best friend get impaled by two huge cocks, imagining the feeling of being sandwiched between to hunky men… And then two more approached the table. Tina’s eyes were almost rolled deep into her head as both men started pounding her holes and she didn’t lose a beat when a cock was pushed at her mouth. She used a hand and stroked it as she started moving her head back and forth. The other cock she stroked, using her hands to fondle his balls before she decided to switch up men.

  My eyes almost fell out of my head, looking at the strings of saliva she left on that cock, and her hand kept pumping it as the man under her cried out, his legs spasming. That set off a chain reaction and Antonio sat up, spraying a fat load all over her stomach as she kept grinding her hips onto the man under her, her body shaking.

  “You ready to play?” Saville asked me. Shit! How could I have forgotten he was right there?

  “What?”

  “Well, I mean, you want some of that?” He pointed to the pool table as Tina was being lifted off the man in her ass, thick gobs of semen running down the back of her legs. It hit me, they weren’t using protection and she just got “cream pied.” I almost giggled when I thought “I want a slice of that.” But did I? I was mesmerized as she knelt down, sucking one guy, stroking another and moving her ass as somebody put his hand down to fondle her sex.

  “I’ve, I’m not… I haven’t…” I stammered, looking to him in shame. I knew I was burning, the b
lush probably making me look like I was ready to have a stroke.

  “Wait, you’re a virgin?”

  “Yeah, uh…” My words were stopped with a kiss. I saw stars as he pulled me close, his hands roaming all over my body.

  For once, I felt free, I felt brazen, wanton. Sexy a slut and I wanted this man. I was going to fuck this man, I was going to…

  My shirt was pulled off, and I gasped. “Mine,” He announced to the room just as the jukebox went off, no more songs coming out… The slapping sound of flesh and various moans behind Saville’s chest was the only music I could hear. When his stubble tickled my cheek as he kissed my neck, I almost giggled, but I felt my belt being undone. I slid my hands over his chest, his body slightly sweaty with anticipation and traced the tattoos up to his shoulders, where I pushed the vest loose. He stepped back and started disrobing and I hurried to match him. I could see Tina though; a new man had her on her back, pounding her into a quivering mess as she tried to suck off another man, and flecks of white come on the edges of her mouth. I wasn’t prepared though when Saville stepped back into my vision… I was bent over, trying to get my last foot out of my panties. He bumped his cock into my cheek. No way… No way. That thing wasn’t going to fit? Was it?

  “First lesson. Open your mouth.”

  “I don’t know...”

  “Take it,” He said, pushing the tip past my lips, a salty taste at the tip. I almost gagged, but fought the reflex and breathed through my nose.