by Cherry Allen
Then Lem practically roared and pulled back, the withdrawal burning almost as much as when he'd pushed into me. "Buckle up, bitch," he growled. "I'm gonna break your ass in." Lem pulled out of me just until his cockhead was left inside, then he pushed back in deep, filling me again.
"Ah!" I cried out, drawing laughs from the men holding me up and a yeah from Lem. One put a hand over my mouth, while another hand went around my throat, holding it--more of my dirty fantasy.
"So fucking tight," Lem groaned, pumping into me with a regular rhythm. I hissed, still not used to being stretched so far or fucked so hard and fast like this. When I'd done anal before, my bed partner for the night had taken it slow and easy. Lem bucked his hips with purpose, fucking my ass hard and breaking me in just like he'd said he would.
"What a hot ass," he said, his thumb back on my clit, tapping out some kind of Morse code version of fuckme-fuckme-fuckme. The stretch in my ass and his tapping and rubbing had me on edge again in no time. When the tit that wasn't being slapped ended up sucked hard by none other than Al, I managed to arch my back, pushing up against that rubbing thumb.
"Fuck!' I shouted against the hand as I came again, squeezing around the thrusting cock in my ass. The thumb left my clit and pushed inside my pussy. My muscles tightened around it, too far gone in the orgasm to stop just because my clit was abandoned. It felt good having something in my pussy to bear down on as the spasms went through me.
Lem pumped into me faster and growled wordlessly as he came, slamming into my ass again and again, hard enough that it shoved me back against the men holding me. They groaned and shouted woohoos and fuck yeahs. The ring of bikers created a wall of sound around me as Lem pumped into my ass until he was almost falling forward onto all of us, totally spent.
My ass was reamed more than it had ever been before. It throbbed. I could feel my heartbeat in my asshole. As that started to fade, I was aware of the pulsing in my pussy, too.
They carried me to the pool table and put me down right next to the edge.
"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.
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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.
This was better, even though she felt a coil of fear in her stomach.
She'd been led into a room to wait for the others, and while she was looking over a list of the items they were going to discuss, the lights went out. Strong hands grabbed her, cuffed her wrists, tied something around her mouth, and picked her up. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation. And even though she knew this was her fantasy, she was safe, it was still a little scary.
Her fantasy wasn't a terribly kinky one, she supposed, as far as most fantasies went. She'd grown up in a household where sex was treated as a completely taboo subject. It was for procreation. Oral and anal sex, and anything not dir
ectly related to bearing children, those were acts of vile sin. So when she got older and got curious about them, she felt nothing but guilt all the time.
The problem was that the idea of having her bottom touched, licked, penetrated . . . those turned Alice on more than anything else. Yet she always felt too guilty to actually do anything about it. The Club removed that guilt, by letting her have her fantasy as something forced upon her. She was free to enjoy it, since she could believe it wasn't her choice.
"Hello, Alice," a deep, male voice said. She was gently lowered to a bed before the lights were turned up. She blinked as her eyes adjusted. The man was handsome, with dark hair and eyes, as far as she could tell. He wore a black mask over his eyes, like a superhero of some sort, or a bandit, with a 3-day growth of stubble below it. That his identity was partially hidden and he looked a little sinister with the mask on added to her thrill.
He smiled, revealing slightly crooked but white teeth. "You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you, baby?"
Alice stared at him, not quite sure what to do or say. He pinched her nipples hard through her blouse and twisted, making her whimper and nod her head.
"That's what I thought."
His hand ran down the line of buttons on the front of her blouse before he began unfastening them from the top down. Once the buttons were undone he spread her blouse open and put a hand over the cups of her bra. "What lovely handfuls." He thumbed over the hard points. Her nipples had hardened from the moment he pinched them, and now they responded to the rubbing by sending a zap straight down to her crotch.
He slipped her blouse down her shoulders and arms a bit, then pulled her bra straps down a little, tugging the bra down to reveal her tits. He mmmed and twisted the nipples in his fingers, pulling up on them enough to hurt a little but not too much. Alice whimpered.