by Cherry Allen
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.
Instead of pushing into my mouth, this one started jacking himself off. "Open up," he gasped. "Stick your slutty little tongue out." I did as he said, his come striping my face, some of it landing on my tongue. Several men laughed, and someone shouted to get me a beer.
"Here, baby." A slightly chubby man with an incredibly handsome face held out a bottle of Budweiser. "I'll help clean you up." He poured the beer from above my mouth a little so it splashed onto my tongue and chin, then shifted to pour a little on my cheek. Cold beer ran down my chin and onto my tits.
"Stand up."
The hand in my hair pulled a little as someone took me under one arm and lifted me. Hands clamped around my wrists. The fingers and thumb that had been fucking me slipped out. The chubby guy pressed the beer bottle to my mouth and tilted, letting me swallow some of the cold Bud. Then I was pulled back against a burly chest, my back bowed a little, and cold be
er was poured over my breasts. Someone shook a bottle and dumped more on me, foam and sticky beer running over my tits and down my body.
Two mouths started licking and lapping at the foam and beer, tongues sliding over my nipples and sucking. And I loved every second of it. I felt like a dirty, wanton whore being used this way, and I hadn't even been fucked yet. Maybe knowing it was just a fantasy helped. I could go back to my regular, respectable life tomorrow. Tonight, I was a whore for these bikers, and it turned me on like nothing else.
One hand squeezed my tit while the man sucked my nipple. The slapper was back, slapping at the other titty.
"Fuck her, Butch. Make those titties bounce."
"You ready for some real meat?" a voice said in my ear. Gloved fingers pushed back into my pussy from behind, and I instinctively squeezed around them.
"Oh, yeah. This little bitch is ready." The fingers withdrew, and I was pushed forward to bend at the waist a little. I felt a huge cock spreading my pussy lips. I was as slick as I'd ever been, and I still thought it was going to be difficult.
"Oh," I gasped. As he pushed forward just a little, still not entering me but showing me just how big he really was.
"Beg me, and maybe I'll stop," he said, making several of them laugh.
God, they knew every detail of my fantasy, how I wanted it but wanted it to be forced, too.
"Please . . . please don't," I said.
"You don't want me to fuck you?" He pushed a little more.
"No." I pulled forward, breaking our contact. The hands on my wrists and hips pulled me back. The cock pushed against me again.
"You don't want this big cock?"
"No," I shouted, pulling forward and really struggling to get away. Too many hands had me: my wrists, my tits, my hips.
"You can take it," he growled. Gloved hands grabbed my hips and pulled as he pushed forward, his cock filling me in one smooth stroke.
I cried out, surprised at the forceful thrust and the sheer size of him. He didn't give me any time to adjust before he pulled out and pumped into me again, fucking me fast with full strokes. He pulled my ass against him as he fucked me.
"Look at 'em bounce," the one who'd encouraged him said. His hands found my tits, cupping them as they bounced up and down. The man slapped at one from the side, then pulled one of my nipples. "Fuck her good, Butch. Fuck this bitch hard."
Butch fucking did. I was completely at his mercy as he slammed me back against him, the slapping sound of my ass hitting his groin with each stroke seeming extra loud in my ears.
I couldn't help it--I started grunting every time he thrust hard into me. More hands found me, touching my tits, eventually pushing the slapper away.
Al stepped up in front of me then and took my face in his hand, a thumb on one side of my jaw and his fingers on the other. I felt almost embarrassed at him seeing me roughly fucked this way. But another part of me wanted him to be rough, too. He must have seen that in my eyes.
"You like that?" He squeezed and shook my face a little. "You like having all these cocks coming at you?"
"Yeah," I admitted, whimpering at the next hard thrust into my pussy.
"You like being used and fucked?"
"Yeah."
"You gonna come now, from being fucked like the little bitch you are?"
"I--"
Al reached down with his other hand, fingers finding my clit and flicking it hard. That and the cock driving into me made sure I had no choice.
"Show us how you like to come. Show us how little sluts get off."
The man fucking me pumped into me without rhythm, practically pulling me off my feet as he yanked me back against him by my hips. I knew he was going to blow. Al's fingertip flicked my clit just right as the cock almost lifted me up, and I shouted, "Yes!"
My muscles clenched around the cock, my clit throbbing against Al's finger. My pussy did things it had never done before, especially since they were relentless, flicking my clit and fucking me without much regard for what I was feeling. It was as if my orgasm was secondary to what they were doing, and I just had to keep enduring whatever they wanted to do to me.
By the time the cock slid out of me, my body was twitching in little spasms. My orgasm had passed, and my pussy was left oversensitive to every touch. They pushed me forward, and even the movement of walking sent little bursts of pleasure through my center. I was stopped, while one of them pushed my panties down for me to finally step out of.
One of the big men with a full beard and a moustache, and that gravelly voice I'll never forget, slapped the bar. "Serve me up some pussy." They lifted me and turned me so that I sat on the bar, facing him.
"I'm Lem," the big man said. "And I love snatch." He laughed and pulled me forward so that my legs were hooked over his shoulders. One of the men behind the bar kept my head from falling, as only the middle of my torso was really on the bar. One of them turned my head so I could see the hard cock waiting for me. His hand pushed my head toward it, so I opened my mouth and sucked.
"Mmmmph!" was the only sound I could manage. Lem wasn't joking. He launched into my pussy like there was gold stored inside and it was his job to tunnel in and get it out. The coarse hair of his moustache raked my clit, sending little tendrils of pleasure twisting their way through me, even though it was almost painful at times. His tongue wasn't just long but wide, and he speared it into me wildly. He lapped at my cunt and shook his head side to side, truly devouring me.
A slicked finger slipped into my ass, fucking me while he ate my pussy. My hand was pulled and wrapped around a cock, and grabbing fingers teased my tits. Always someone tugged at my hair, whether to push my mouth further onto the hard cock I was sucking or to get me to arch my back and push my tits up for more manhandling.
Lem tongue-fucked me and pushed two fingers into my asshole, stretching me more. Then he flicked his tongue over my clit and sucked it, back and forth, building me to a climax.
The one fucking my mouth said, "Oh yeah, look at her . . . she's gonna come again."
My thighs were trembling even though they were hooked over Lem's shoulders, because I was flexing and relaxing, pushing my pussy up against his mouth. He plunged his fingers into my ass and sucked my throbbing clit.
He sucked me so good, hummed against me, flicked his tongue and sucked again. It hit hard and fast this time. I arched and came, pulsing against his mouth. He didn't let me down, sucking and licking me the whole time my muscles were clenching.
"Here it comes, baby."
I was still pulsing under Lem's skilled tongue when a hand twisted in my hair, holding me still. The man fucking my mouth jerked a few times and came, some of it spraying my lips and chin when he pulled out.
He smiled down at me. His slick cock moved toward me again. "Lick me clean."
I whimpered then, Lem's eager eating almost too much after my orgasm. Finally, he stopped licking me just as I finished licking the cock clean. The one with his cock in my hand said, "Finish me just like that . . . yeah." I stroked him firmly and rubbed my thumb over his head every few strokes until he came.
He angled as he shot so that his come landed mostly on my tit. And then he did something no one had ever done to me--something that's still one of the hottest things I have ever experienced. He leaned over and licked his own come of my titty, lapping and sucking and moaning as he did it. All I could do was watch, amazed at how erotic it was.
Lem still fucked my ass with two fingers. I looked down my body to see him smiling up at me, licking his lips. Then he stepped back and opened his jeans. His cock was huge--what was it about these bikers? Where did they grow cocks like that?
I stared in amazement for a moment, before he reached for me and lifted me off the bar, holding me easily against him, my legs going around his waist.
"Help me hold her," he said, and in seconds there were hands all over me, holding me in place while Lem backed up, his hands under my thighs. I knew what he was after, and I knew that the two fingers he'd fucked me
with weren't enough to get me ready for the monster between his legs.
He pushed his cockhead against my asshole. I tensed instinctively. He slapped my ass.
"I know you want this cock. You just take it now." He pushed a little harder, his cock forcing its way into my slicked opening. I made a mewling sound and tried to relax to avoid real pain. The men holding me encouraged me to "take that cock" by grabbing my tits and pinching. One lightly slapped my cheek, telling me, "You know you like it, bitch. You know you want your ass fucked now."
I didn't protest, because I did. Still, I hadn't expected half of them to be hung like horses, and I honestly hadn't expected there to be so many. When it felt like Lem's cock was halfway inside me, I thought he was going to split me in two. I wasn't an anal virgin, but buttfucking wasn't something I did on a regular basis. That's part of what made it so exciting.
I groaned at the incredible stretch in my ass. Lem, even though he was holding my hips in place to slide his dick into me, put a hand on my lower stomach and rubbed my clit with his thumb.
"Open Sesame," he said, laughing. "What a tight little ass. So good." He pushed forward again, spreading my legs as he did so which actually made it feel worse. I clenched, but he was already so far inside me there was nothing I could do to stop him. He pushed into me until his cock was as deep inside as it could go. He stayed like that, his head tossed back, breathing heavily, for a few moments. Then he bucked his hips forward as if he might get even deeper. His thumb still played with my clit.
My ass positively burned with the stretch, but despite the pain, I was excited. Lem's thumb slipped down to my pussy and pushed in, wriggling around a little. I whimpered and writhed as much as I could while suspended in the arms of all those men.
One slapped at my tit, stinging my nipple each time. "You like that, don't you. You love that cock in your ass." A hand squeezed my ass cheek and hip as much as possible with Lem pushed into me like that. More hands roamed over my stomach and tits and back.