Rough Daddy Dirty

by Dick Daughters

  Maybe it was the way Bria told her, her story but Neveah’s body would always react to Bria’s story in ways she couldn’t control. She would constantly ask her what it felt like just for the kicks and the way her body felt listening about Bria’s experience of being filled with cock.

  It seemed Nevaeh had become all consumed with the idea of sharing up her virginity with several rough bikers all at once. She always had a huge smile on her face and wet panties when she tried to pry the dirty little details out of Bria but Bria would not tell her everything. She did tell her all the details of some of her first encounter, it was with three men. A big burly man with beard lead the gang, the other guy was more muscly with a shaved head and the other thin and tall and had a lot of piercings. Their arms and necks were all covered in tattoos. She went back in time and shared her story.

  “The three bikers were all laughing at me when they asked if I am ready. I told them yes, I am ready and that stopped the bikers laughing. They stared at me, surprise registering on their faces. The thin one with all the piercings was the first to recover. He laughed openly.

  “Well, I think she’s up for it.” He stood and beckoned to me.

  “Bring that tight little body of yours over here.”

  For a moment there was resistance. I felt it almost like a physical thing, holding me back. Worried thoughts swirled around my brain. This was crazy, I told myself. This was irresponsible. There was no way I was actually going to go through with this. No way in hell. But then, after a moment, the resistance broke. I wanted it. I’ve always known I wanted to be in the bikers club. I could feel the urgency with which I wanted it welling up inside me. And, in a second, that urgency overtook my last few shreds of doubt. Before I knew what was going on I was taking a step forward, then another, then another, until I stood before the three bikers. They had risen from their chairs, and they towered over me now.

  The thin one leaned forward. It was a conscious effort not to lean back out of his space. He brought his face close to mine, then his hand flashed up to the back of my neck, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into a forceful, deep, probing kiss. I felt his tongue exploring my mouth, penetrating me there, claiming me. I kissed back with all that I had, my body feeling as though it was melting in his grip.

  He pulled back. And then, as though some signal had been given, the bikers fell on me. Their hands were all over my body, ripping away my clothes. In a second I was down to my underwear. On instinct I covered my tits with both arms, tried to preserve some dignity, but it was no good. They had me. My panties were ripped away, and my bra torn from my chest. The bearded one pinned my arms behind my back, while the muscle-bound one sucked on my breasts. The thin one was biting my neck, inhaling deeply, taking in the smell of my hair and my body.

  In less than a minute I had gone from fully clothed to naked and being groped by three men. It felt surreal. It felt as though I had left the ground and was flying. If this could happen, then anything could happen. I felt myself open. The wetness between my legs increased until it felt like a flow. And I let go. I let them have me. I let them take me.

  Before I knew it I was being pushed back. My backside hit the edge of a table and I found myself sitting down on it, the wood cold against my bare flesh. Hands pushed me back until I was lying across the table. Towering above me, the bikers were shedding their clothes now, peeling away their leathers. Beneath they were tanned and muscular, hardened by years of riding. The tall one with the piercings grabbed my legs and positioned himself between them, his long, hard cock lying against my stomach. My pussy tingled at the heat of him, so close and so ready. It wouldn’t take much for him to slip inside me...

  “Jerk me, bitch,” he hissed, and I hurried to comply, reaching down to wrap my fist around his cock. I started masturbating him, rolling my hand with each pull, relishing the firm, heavy feeling of his cock. It would be so good to have it inside of me, so good to clench down against it.

  The bearded biker took up a place beside me, and grabbed my free hand. He wrapped it forcefully around his own cock and I started jerking that too. The muscle-bound one moved up to my head. The back of my neck was against the rim of the table. He took my head in both hands, tilted it backwards a little and then – without any preamble – plunged his cock straight into my mouth.

  I squeaked in surprise, but his cock kept my voice trapped in my throat, forcing my voice back down, my squeak muffled by his cock. I gripped him with my lips and swirled my tongue around his head. He pushed deeper and I swallowed, fighting my gag reflex. Meanwhile, I felt the thin one between my legs drew back a little and then plunged inside of me. He went deep, hard. I felt him all the way up in my stomach, and shivers of pleasure echoed through my body.

  Then they were fucking me. The thin one in my pussy, the muscle-bound one in my mouth. I jerked the bearded one as best I could, but it was hard to focus. The two others were thrusting hard and fast. I almost gagged a couple of times – and to my surprise I actually liked it. In that moment I wanted nothing more than for the muscle-bound biker to force his way into my throat. It would feel so good to be dominated like that, to be owned by him, used by him. Hell, by all three of them.

  The bearded one came first, spraying his hot come all over me. I felt it spatter against my chest, hot droplets coursing down between my breasts. Then, a second later, pain as he slapped first one breast, then the other. The skin stung – his come cooling against it.”

  Bria face turned hot pink, her eyes looked drunken and her pupils dilated as she recounted the details of her first experience. As Nevaeh observed the look on her face, she noticed how Bria looked as if she was high off the memory, Nevaeh was sure she wanted that too. She listened closely as Bria continued.

  “Turn her over, lads,” said one of them. I wasn’t sure who had given the instruction, but it was followed pretty quickly. The two bikers inside of me withdrew, and hands seized me. One in my hair, one on my shoulder, a couple on my hips. They rolled me roughly over until I was bend over the table rather than lying on it. A pair of hands clamped down over my wrists, pinning me in place. Then the bearded one was behind me. He lowered himself to his knees and started licking me, his beard tickling the insides of my sensitive thighs, his tongue playing with my clit, I was peaking with arousal, his hot breath rebounding off my asshole. I moaned in pleasure, twisting against the hands that held me tight and in place. They were firm, and it filled me with a deep, dark pleasure to know that I couldn’t escape their doings.

  CHAPTER 2

  “It was the thin one who was pinning me down. I knew because a second later he let me up just long enough to seat himself on the table, before clamping my wrists down against the wood once more. My mouth was now only inches from his cock. On instinct I opened my mouth, and he pushed my head down into his lap firmly and fast. His rod parted my jaws and licked and sucked just as I had done before, quivering with desire.

  He was the next to come. I felt him hardening in my mouth for a second before his cock started spilling out his come. It came in hot, thick spurts which filled my mouth completely. I tried to pull back a little to make it easier to swallow, but his hand was on the back of my head, pushing me down still. I couldn’t move. I swallowed furiously, taking as much of his salty load as I could, but some still dribbled out the corners of my mouth.

  Just as he came in my mouth, I felt the bearded guy’s tongue move a little higher, teasing wetly at my asshole. It was something I’d never experienced before, but it felt better than I ever could have anticipated. I pushed back as I swallowed, loving the sensation, the dirtiness of it all, the taboo, the wrongness. He gripped my hips firmly and licked and tongued and feasted on me. I felt myself sailing over the cliff, moving unstoppably towards shuddering climax.

  The thin guy grabbed my hair and wrenched my face up. There was come dribbling down my chin, come still clinging to my tongue. He squeezed his fingers into either side of my cheeks and for some reason it took my breath away, and I heard mysel
f gasp in shock.

  He slipped out from under me and the muscle-bound one took his place. Once more my head was forced down, and a cock was between my lips. I sucked and licked, moaning with pleasure. I belonged to them. I was their toy to be used as they wished.

  Instead of forcing my head down, the muscle-bound guy grabbed my hair and started dragging me up and down while his cock remained buried firmly into my mouth. I braced myself against the table, but he was strong and there was no way I could escape his domination. His cock went deep into my throat, and I swallowed, taking it in. Then it was wrenched out. He rubbed it against my cheeks, spreading his juices there, then plunged it back in.

  After a minute or two of that, he suddenly pushed me away, and I found myself on my knees with my legs spread. He towered above me, cock in hand. With one firm hand on my shoulders he pushed me down onto my hands as well, sending me on all fours. My head was spinning, and I felt as though I was floating on a cloud of mixed pleasure and pain.

  The bearded biker lay beneath me, hands gripping my thighs as he licked my pussy. The muscle-bound one knelt in front of me and seized a handful of my hair once more. He shoved his cock into my mouth and carried on face-fucking me hard and fast, his grip tight and his movements hard. I couldn’t see the thin one, but I felt him kneel behind me. The tip of his cock – hard once more and lathered slippery with his come and my saliva – he pressed against my asshole, itself already wet from the bearded biker’s attention.

  I arched my back. Normally I don’t like anal all that much, but I was so turned on in that moment that I would have done near enough anything. The thin one pushed hard against me, and I felt him slip inside. All the while, the muscle bound biker was fucking my mouth, and the bearded one was lying beneath me sucking and licking my clit. If it hurt when the thin one penetrated my ass, I didn’t notice. I was too busy enjoying the whirl of sensations that were coursing through my body.

  The thin one began moving, slowly at first, patient strokes. My ass gripped him like a vice grip, and I could feel every inch that he shoved inside of me. It burned and yet it felt so amazing at the same time. He held my hips, keeping me steady as he slammed himself deep inside of me.

  I came then, just as his hips came to rest against my backside. I felt myself tightened and then released, every muscle in my body convulsing as a tidal wave of pleasure swept through me. I was dimly aware of the thin one slapping my ass with his open palm. Dimly aware of the salty taste of come flooding my mouth as the muscle-bound one finally finished there. But all of it was subsumed by the pleasure, the all-consuming pleasure.

  I moaned and writhed in delight. I could feel my asshole gripping even tighter against the thin one. And he moved still, fucking me steadily, faster and faster. My orgasm swept through me, and I shuddered with it. My used body collapsed. The bikers carried on. The muscle-bound one withdrew and slapped his cock against my face. The bearded on kept licking my tingling clit. The thin one drove his cock home again and again until he hardened and pulsed inside me and I felt a flood of warmth and wetness.

  After a time he withdrew, and I felt a warm drip run down the cleft of my backside, down to where the bearded one was still licking me. Slowly now, lazily. At last, he stopped as well, and their hands released me, and I rolled over onto my side. I lay on the floor of the club house and shook, half with shock and half with pleasure. My mouth and my ass were filled with come. More of it drying o my breasts. I felt the bikers moving around above me, and then after a time I was sat up, propped roughly against the table. A drink was forced into my hand, and I downed it gratefully, feeling the warmth of alcohol flood me.

  “Cheers,” said the thin one. “Get that down you. The evening’s not over yet.”

  Bria smiled widened as she stopped the story there, her mind obviously in a euphoric state.

  “What happened next?” Nevaeh asked impatiently.

  “Let’s just say, it got even dirtier.” She flashed a happy devilish grin.

  “Dirtier, as in?”

  “As in, you’ll find out if you decide to officially join the club, Nev.”

  “Come on, please tell me the rest, you already went this far.”

  “You’re right. I’ve already told you a whole lot more than I should have.

  With that Bria didn’t go any further. Nevaeh was left thinking about what her turn would feel like, but she had concerns.

  Nevaeh was worried about her small body. Unlike Bria, who was about 5’7” and had several sexual experiences before, Nevaeh was barely 5 feet and a virgin. None of her holes have ever been penetrated and she had never sucked a cock before. She was petite and frail and easily broken. She wasn’t sure her small body would withstand the pounding of Bria’s big burly Dad let alone him and a few other dominant men.

  On the other end of her thought, she often touched herself thinking of her body being forced to take it all. She had never imagined herself getting so wet to such slutty thoughts, but she did, and she loved every bit of it, embracing her sexual liberation. She came to the concrete affirmation within her youthful mind, that yes she wanted huge fat cocks crammed deep into her tight little virgin cunt, and plenty of them, until her holes ached and she oozed with orgasms just as Bria did.

  However, there was one thing Bria would ask her to do and that was to not let the bikers know she had told her about the gang’s initiating party. She had to pretend to be totally oblivious to what was going to happen to her.

  Nevaeh agreed.

  CHAPTER 3

  Nevaeh had a somewhat out-of-the-ordinary upbringing.

  As she got older, the parties and celebrations had tapered off quite quickly. There were a couple of reasons for this. The first was that her family just didn’t do things like a normal family. There were no vacations to Disneyland, no summers at a trailer park. Her father, Frank didn’t work a normal 9-5 job. She wasn’t totally sure what he did to make money but knew that his work was very unlike what her school friends’ fathers were doing.

  The other reason simply was that her mother was far too focused on taking care of her father to worry much about the kids. Angie knew that her place was with Frank when he was out socializing with other club members and that if she wasn’t there, likely some other, younger girl might take her place. She hadn’t worked her way up through the ranks of bikers’ women to let it slide away. In truth, Nevaeh had always felt a little bit like she was second fiddle to her father in her mother’s eyes and that was something that most of her friends didn’t have to contend with either.

  Birthday after birthday slid by and every year, Nevaeh got more and more freedom. Angie even allowed Nevaeh’s friends to come over to the house to drink or party in other ways.

  She loved the increased freedom but sometimes she wished that her upbringing was more like some of her other friends. And she definitely wished she was getting more attention from an older man. Of late, the Bria’s Dad, Clyde has been keeping Nevaeh close under his wings and she loved that, though sometimes when they rode he seemed overprotective with her talking to any other guy excepting his gang members.

  Nevaeh wandered into her bedroom. It was small and the walls were covered with music posters and photographs of her and her friends at different rock concerts. She loved music and music festivals and knew that for her birthday this year, her mother had scored some tickets for a week-long festival that she would go to later in the summer. It was a sort of a send-off, her mother told her. Angie had given her daughter the tickets earlier in the week, saying she saw no reason to wait until the actual birthday itself to pass them along to her. Nevaeh had been thinking about actually ditching Bria and taking Bria’s Dad with her, for her own private reasons. Good god, she was past eighteen and still haven’t experienced a man.

  Angie told her that she was making some reservations at one of the gang’s favorite restaurants and that Bria’s dad, Clyde and two other gang member’s Len and Bobby would also be joining them. Clyde would be bringing her down to the clubhouse to i
ntroduce her to his friends. She had said that now that Nevaeh was an adult it was time for her to get more involved in the family business. If you asked her to be honest about joining the club, Nevaeh would have to admit that she was beyond ecstatic and it was the biggest moment in her life.

  Nevaeh wondered if the urge to be taken by a gang of dangerous men was genetic. She wondered if she had got it from her mom. Her mother had told about how women were treated. Not the Old Ladies or the Properties but the sheep. The ones who wanted in on the biker club life because they were driven to dangerous men or who wanted a life full of excitement; the girls who got passed around from one club member to the next. Nevaeh suspected that her mother had been like that once but had known how to handle herself and had quickly caught Frank’s eye.

  Angie had tried to talk to her husband about leaving Nevaeh out of the club but he had flatly refused her. Saying his daughter was an adult now and it was totally her choice, he asked how she would have felt at her age if her parent had stopped her from joining the club. Angie made some skewed comment about her daughter being above that lifestyle. He’d gotten angry with her and asked her if she felt like she was too good for his way of life.

  She hadn’t known how to answer that. She loved Frank, he was a pretty good father when he was around but she didn’t want a life that was centered on the club and that was pretty much what Nevaeh seemed to have had planned for herself. She didn’t want to argue with Frank much so she had simply let the matter drop.

  CHAPTER 4

  The next day, Nevaeh got up late. She had an appointment to get her hair done and her nails done as well. Her father had given her a gift certificate to a local salon and she was looking forward to pampering herself. They cut and styled her long black hair and added a few deep red streaks. Her nails were polished to perfection in dark purple and she loved the way she looked. She had been told by a few guys that she has a cute piece of ass. She had a tight ass, flat stomach and full tits on her petite frame.