by Jackson, Meg
“Special circumstances…bail…insufficient funds for…rigamarole…” I heard parts of the Sheriff’s speech as they neared the main office. As soon as I saw Cash enter, I threw myself into his arms. The Sheriff sighed and took his seat behind his desk. I turned to him, gleeful.
“Thank you so…” I started, but he interrupted me with a wave of his hand.
“Just leave now, please,” he said. I grabbed Cash’s hand and practically ran out of the office, so glad to have Cash back, but also so worried to tell him exactly how it had happened.
~ 6 ~
Once we were in the car and on the road, I didn’t know what to say. Should I just blurt it out? Be tactful? Maybe I just shouldn’t say anything at all?
“I’m not gonna ask what you did for me back there, teacup,” Cash said suddenly, making me jump and pulling me away from my thoughts.
“Wh-what?” I asked, fear clutching at my throat.
“I said, I’m not gonna ask what you did. I don’t care. I’m just grateful. I know lots of ways to get around the law and, well, I’m just saying thanks,” he said, looking at me with that half-smile on. I melted in relief; I was so happy that I wouldn’t need to tell him, that he not only forgave me, but was actually grateful. I put my hand on his thigh.
“Of course, I’d do anything for you,” I said, meaning it with all my heart.
We drove back to the bar and promptly disappeared into the office, what I had come to think of as our love nest. I was tired from all the activity at the prison, and I sat on his lap as he looked through some papers. I still wanted to know more: what was the deal with this club, anyway? What did they do? Why was there always so much money lying around?
I pushed all that out of my head though, and relaxed, leaning back against Cash. I was playing with his vest idly, letting my mind wander, when suddenly I found myself speaking, saying something I’d long felt but been afraid to say.
“Cash, I think I love you.” He’d looked up at me, then back down quickly. He took a long sip of whiskey. My heart fell and I started to get up. He pulled me back.
“Don’t, teacup. It’s not that. I…well, I love you too, see. But it’s not that easy. It’s complicated. You wanna be with me, you gotta be with the whole club. I’m not just talking figuratively. You gotta swear to keep our secrets. You’ll know it all, but you gotta devote yourself to us. Entirely,” Cash said, looking at me with dead seriousness in his eyes. I nodded fervently.
“I will. I swear, I will. I would never hurt you, Cash,” I said, leaning in to kiss him. He pulled his head away.
“Not just that, teacup. You gotta be with the whole club, not just with our secrets. Do you get it?” He asked, eyes averted. I didn’t get it.
“No, I don’t understand, Cash. I mean, I like all the guys…” This was true. I’d spent a lot of time at the bar not just in the backroom. I had fun with the girls, and I had fun with the men. They were always nice to me, joking around, never too crude. I especially liked Tux, who’d followed Brian home, and a few of the older men who seemed fatherly to me.
“If you wanna be my old lady, you gotta prove your loyalty to everyone, teacup. Everyone’s done it. I mean, the girls.” He looked at me again and it finally clicked. I jumped off his lap.
“What? You mean I have to sleep with everyone here?” I cried out, unbelieving. Cash nodded solemnly. I was shocked. “Why would you even want that? Why would you want them touching me, if I’m yours?” Cash’s eyes grew hard and cold at that.
“Because they’re my family. We share everything. We’re not just a club, teacup. We’re brothers. Every time you touch one of them, it’s like you’re touching me. If you don’t get that, then you should leave. Now.” His tone was stern, serious, and I felt my resistance wilting.
“Well…I mean…how does it work? Is it like…one at a time or…or can I get it all done at once? Is it forever? Do I always have to….whenever someone wants….” I had so many questions. Cash’s eyes lit up and his face softened as he realized I was actually considering it. He gave me that damn half-grin, and I realized there was nothing I could do. I loved him too much. And if that meant I had to pleasure every man in that bar, I’d do it.
“All at once. And there are rules. Younger guys, they don’t get certain privileges. They know the rules. You don’t have to do anything, teacup, just be there. And do your best,” Cash said, staring deep into my eyes. I walked back towards him and straddled him in the chair.
“And then we can be together? For real? Officially?” I asked. He nodded. I took his head in my hands and pulled him in, kissing him softly on the mouth. Pulling back, I smiled.
“Okay. Okay, Cash. I can do this,” I said. And I knew it was true.
~ 7 ~
We were standing outside the bar that I had come to know and love so well.
“Teacup, you’re gonna do just fine. You’ll see. Once you’re in, you’re in, and you’ll be taken care of. All our secrets will be your secrets. Every man in the club will have your back. I promise. And you’ll never have to do it again. Unless you want to. Some of our ladies, they like us so much they do it all the time. But you don’t have to and I won’t love you any less,” Cash said as we stood outside the bar.
“But, I mean, there’s just so many…I don’t know…” I said, biting my lip. I looked into Cash’s eyes and thought, for the hundredth time, how strange it was for me to end up here. How did a good, suburban girl like me get involved with a biker gang? And why didn’t I care to find out the answers?
“There’s only ten official members, teacup. And you’ve got two hands, a mouth, a pussy, and an asshole. That’s five ways to pleasure a man. It’ll be over in a jiff. And don’t be surprised if you find yourself not wanting it to end. You might be…impressed by some of the men in there,” Cash said with his half-grin.
I smiled up at him and nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me up the porch and into the bar. The familiar faces of the bar were there, standing around talking in low voices. They straightened up as soon as I entered, and I heard a few wolf whistles. They made me blush, but the men’s eyes on my young body was more exciting, and less threatening, than I’d pictured. They’d rolled a bike into the center of the bar and Cash guided me towards it. I noticed that there was a camera set up and shot Cash a look.
“Need it, baby, for insurance. Sorry. I promise, it’s not getting out,” he said apologetically. I accepted this information without question, as I’d grown used to doing when it came to Cash and the club. I hadn’t been told exactly how it would all work, so I followed Cash’s directions when he told me to get on the bike. I felt the cold leather against my exposed pussy and gasped, which drew some smiles from the crowd. I blushed. Cash took my chin in his hand, pulling my face towards him, then leaned in and kissed me gently.
“Enjoy yourself, teacup,” he said. He turned the key on the bike and it roared to a start; he popped the clutch and set it in neutral. The motorcycle hummed gently beneath me, sending vibrations through my pussy and rubbing against my clit. I felt my eyes half-close as the sensations flowed through me. The saddle was perfectly shaped for me to lean in and expose my clit to the vibrations. I moaned and clutched the seat as I slid down further and then back up, humping the seat.
Through my half-closed eyes, I watched the men around me. They were smiling and nudging each other. One of the oldest men in the group, a man named Wolf who had once helped me learn to throw darts, walked towards the bike and grabbed the handles. He revved the engine and the extra jolt of vibrations made me cry out. My clit was throbbing from the sensations, and I wanted more. I slid up and down on the seat faster; Wolf moved back and another man came forward, revving the engine again.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, to the men’s delight. Tux was next in the line, and he looked into my eyes, smiling, as he revved the engine as well. I was thrusting against the seat and sliding up and down faster now, relishing every buzz that rocked against my clit, craving the deep vibration of the engine
.
I felt the familiar pressure in my pussy as the fourth man approached and revved the engine again. I moaned and fell forward, grabbing at the metal between the seat and the handles. At this point, I was doubled over, thighs clenched around the bike seat as the fifth man walked up and revved the engine again. My tits were pressed against the bike now, and the vibrations against my nipples enhanced the experience until I was moaning constantly, riding the bike seat, trying to get even closer to the vibrations as they tingled against my clit and my pussy.
I felt my pussy dripping and worried for a second about the bike seat, but at that point the sixth man came up and revved the engine. The constant fluctuations of the vibrations against my pussy were driving me crazy, and I looked up with pleading eyes as the seventh man revved the engine again, sending me into a frenzy.
Each time they revved the engine, I felt myself get close to climaxing, but it would return to neutral each time and leave me desperate, panting, needing more. As the eighth, and then the ninth, man each came up and revved the engine, I was left practically grinding against the leather seat; finally, as the tenth man came up and revved the engine, I begged him with my eyes not to stop until I came. He revved the engine and I moaned.
“Oh, please, please, fuck, please,” I cried out, but the engine returned to neutral just the same. I looked around at the group, needing release, pressing my pussy and clit against the seat as hard as I could, needing one final push to finally come. That’s when Cash came and stood directly in front of me, hands on the handles.
“Please, let me come,” I begged. He gave me his half-smile and I moaned. Then, he revved the engine again and kept it in gear longer, just long enough so that my clit finally released the pressure inside me, sending shocks of pleasure through my body as I ground my body against the seat, crying out, “oh fuck yes, fuck yes, FUCK,” feeling my pussy clench and release my juices all over the leather seat.
As I collapsed against the bike, Cash leaned over and turned it off. The men applauded as Cash helped me off the seat. I was still shaking from my orgasm, and when I felt a pair of strange hands on my body I leaned back into them. It was Wolf, and he was caressing my ass, which was slightly sore from the vibrations. His touch ignited my desire again as I felt his fingers slipping into my wet slit. I moaned and pressed harder against him as another man approached me, his dick already out.
Automatically, I reached out and grabbed it, stroking it gently. A third man approached me from the other side, and I grabbed his dick with my other hand. I could feel Wolf probing my drenched pussy with his fingers and was surprised by how much I wanted more; maybe Cash was right. I should just enjoy myself. I leaned over so that my face was level with the two cocks I was holding. I took the first man’s cock in my mouth. Looking up, I recognized him as an older member, who was missing teeth, known as Hundo.
I sucked on his cock while still stroking the other man’s cock, then switched, licking and sucking on the other man’s cock. I realized this was Jackamo, one of the younger men in the crew. Behind me, I heard Wolf unzipping and wiggled my ass, wanting his cock inside me, wanting to continue the feelings I had experienced on the bike. As I felt his cock press against my slit, I moaned. Wolf was big; not as big as Cash, but maybe thicker.
I pressed harder against him and had to take my mouth off Jackamo’s cock to moan louder as it entered me, stretching my pussy. I felt Hundo’s hands guiding my head back to his cock and obliged, taking more of his dick into my mouth, licking it all around as I bobbed my head up and down. I was stroking Jackamo harder now, and felt his hand on my head as he guided it back to his cock.
Behind me, Wolf was pumping steadily into me, gripping my hips as he did, pulling me back and forth with every thrust. My groans were muffled by Jackamo’s dick halfway down my throat, but I spread my legs farther, wanting Wolf to fuck me deeper. His thrusts became quicker and he gripped me harder.
I moved back to sucking Hundo’s dick, jacking off Jackamo rapidly. Wolf was slamming into me now, making it hard for me to focus on sucking Hundo’s cock. I took my mouth away and moaned as Wolf slammed into me, again and again, stretching my pussy, making my tits bounce in the air. I could hear the slap of his balls against my thighs as he pulled and pushed me against him as quickly as he was thrusting.
“Fuck, you’re good pussy, teacup,” he grunted.
“Suck my dick,” I heard Jackamo say, and happily tried to oblige. The way Wolf was fucking me so violently made it hard, as did the steadily rising pressure inside me that I knew meant I was approaching climax. Suddenly, to my temporary dismay, I heard Wolf groan behind me and felt a wave of hot liquid enter my pussy as he came inside me, holding my hips against him as he unloaded his cum inside me.
I was still jacking Hundo off vigorously, and soon I felt streams of his cum landing on my shoulder and dripping down onto my breasts. He grabbed my head away from Jackamo’s dick and I sucked the last of his cum from the head of his cock as Wolf grunted, unleashing the last of his hot cum in my pussy. Hundo’s cum in my mouth tasted dirty, and old, but I savored it, swallowing every drop.
Behind me, Wolf pulled out with a plop and I felt another cock immediately take its place. I turned to see who it was; it was another of the older group, a man named Sly who was surprisingly good at physics and had helped me with difficult homework before; I smiled up at him. I liked Sly because he reminded me of my father, and I was surprised at how excited I was at having his throbbing cock inside my pussy.
Jackamo grabbed my head again and pulled my mouth towards his cock; I’d been jacking him off fairly hard, and I could tell he was almost ready to come, so I doubled my efforts, licking his cock from base to head and sucking on it, taking it deep into my mouth. I felt my other hand being lifted and I felt another dick, which I immediately started stroking. Jackamo had both his hands on my head and was almost mouth-fucking me now, thrusting his cock into my mouth.
Behind me, I felt Sly enter and moaned against Jackamo’s dick. Sly’s cock wasn’t very thick, but it was very long, and I felt it reach deep inside my pussy. The vibrations of my moan against Jackamo’s cock must have sent him over the edge, because I felt his hot, sticky cum hitting the back of my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, yes, this is a good fucking slut,” Jackamo moaned as he felt me swallow every drop of cum, sucking it out of his dick. I felt someone grab my ponytail and my head was jerked away from Jackamo’s cock; the last few spurts landed on my cheek. It was Sly, behind me, who had pulled my ponytail, and he was slowly thrusting into me, too slowly for me, I needed more, faster, harder. After almost coming on Wolf’s cock I was crazy with desire.
“She is a good slut, isn’t she,” Sly growled, and began thrusting harder into me. “Aren’t you a good slut?”
“Yes, yes, I’m a good slut, Sly, oh, please, Sly, please fuck me harder,” I heard myself pleading. Sly released his grip and began thrusting into me harder, reaching even deeper than Cash usually could. I realized I was still just stroking the dick on my left, and, looking up, realized it was Tux. I liked Tux a lot, so I thought I would treat him special. Sly was fucking me harder and harder, and I was having trouble concentrating on anything but the way his cock filled me deep, and the rising sensations inside my pussy. I looked up at Tux and he stroked my hair.
“It’s okay, slut, I want to watch you come,” he said. Another man approached from the other side and I reached for his cock without even looking up. All I wanted to do was focus on Sly’s cock in my pussy; I was thrusting against him hard now.
“Are you gonna come on my dick, teacup?” I heard Sly say behind me.
“Yes, I want to come on your huge cock, please, please,” I cried out. Sly started slamming into me harder. My eyes grew wide and I couldn’t help but cry out with each thrust. I felt Sly’s arm creep around my waist and felt his fingers on my clit. He immediately starting rubbing my clit, furiously, and the sensation was driving me over the edge.
“Oh, oh, oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes, oh
, oh, OH!” I cried as Sly slammed into me, holding my hips tight against his cock as my body shook with another orgasm; I felt myself gripping the two cocks harder as my body bucked and convulsed. I felt Sly’s hot cum shooting into my pussy as I came, my clenching pussy milking the cum from him.
As my orgasm subsided and Sly pulled out, I took a moment to gather myself. I didn’t have much time, though, as I felt Tux’s hands on my head, pulling me back towards his cock. Behind me, I felt another man’s cock against my pussy.
“You might wanna go for ass,” I heard Sly say. I was sucking hard on Tux’s cock at that point, and he was thrusting his cock into my mouth quickly.
“God, fuck, her mouth’s so good,” I heard Tux say. I was still jacking off the other man, who I hadn’t managed to identify. His cock felt small in my hand. Tux’s cock was hitting the back of my throat with each thrust, and I wondered if he was close. Behind me, I felt a finger dip into my cum-soaked pussy, then move up to roll around my asshole.