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by Champagne Jackson

  I felt O’Leary’s balls tighten. He was getting close. I knew from the way he twitched as he fucked me, from the way he groaned, from the way he murmured softly, hissing his questions about Crow. I groaned, feeling my own orgasm rising.

  His cock was rubbing deliciously against my G-Spot (I only knew where that was because I’m a religious reader of Cosmo and other girlie magazines) and each thrust was like exquisite agony.

  I wanted to cum so badly, and so badly did I want to take O’Leary’s cum inside of me.

  But, even more than that, I wanted it to be Crow behind, Crow taking me, Crow’s cum I was about to suck down. But there was no way around it.

  I felt it, finally: O’Leary’s cock pumping and spasming. Stream after stream of his hot cum filled my pussy, seeping deep into the cracks and creases which had not too long ago held Crow’s cock, Crow’s cum.

  I moaned, gripping my tits, tears coming from my eyes. It wasn’t that it hurt… It’s that my heart wasn’t in it. I wanted Crow back.

  But I came and I hated myself for cumming on his cock and loving it. I moaned and squeezed my full, swollen tits as my pussy flooded O’Leary’s thick cock with cum. I whined and whimpered, shaking as the waves of my orgasm crashed against the beach of my mind.

  The pleasure was good, but the feelings that came with it weren’t. I felt as though I were cheating on Crow, even though I knew that was impossible. Crow was gone and I should really focus on developing new relationships. I knew that was true but I just couldn’t shake the feeling.

  O’Leary collapsed against me, grunting and sighing as his cock slid out of me.

  “So, you really don’t know where Crow is?”

  I shook my head.

  O’Leary scowled and grabbed me by the hair.

  “Then clean up the cock, you dumb slut.”

  Dumb slut? That wasn’t very nice. Nonetheless, I obeyed, licking and slurping at his cock sucking my cum off him. He grunted and his cock spasmed, writhing and growing under my tongue.

  “Now, bend over.”

  I obeyed against as he spread my ass cheeks. He spat in my ass hole. My eyes widened.

  “W-what are you doing?”

  “If you aren’t going to tell me where O’Connor is, you’re going to have to be punished.”

  I was scared as I felt the tip of his cock press against my asshole. I whimpered as it began to disappear into my tight hole.

  “Please, wait, I really don’t know anything! I really don’t! I’ve never had anything back there!”

  But really, I wanted it. Not because I wanted O’Leary to take my anal virginity but because I felt like I needed to be punished for betraying Crow.

  As O’Leary forced his swollen dick into my ass, I let out whimper after yelp after cry, feeling my tight, sensitive whole forced apart—practically ripped apart by his huge cock. I began to cry but I wanted more.

  I found myself pressing my hips back, trying to take more of him deeper and deeper inside of my virgin hole.

  “Fuck me,” I gasped. “I need to be punished. Fuck me.”

  I wished it were Crow fucking my ass. I wished he were the one to be punishing me. Alas, it wasn’t true.

  When I glanced behind me, I saw O’Leary’s handsome face, disfigured by a cruel grin as he drove his cock into me. Each thrust elicited a hot cry from my lips.

  “That’s right, baby,” he grunted. “You like it in the ass, don’t you? You’re going to go looking around for someone to pound your ass from now on, I bet. You’re just a worthless piece of roadside trash.”

  I whimpered but I couldn’t disagree with him. After all, in the course of a week, I had fucked two men I had met by the side of the road…

  As O’Leary rode my ass, I rubbed my pussy and the combination of him in my tight back hole and my own fingers dancing over my clit was bringing me close to orgasm faster than anything ever had before.

  To my surprise, I found myself cumming in seconds, screaming around his cock as my muscles tensed and untensed, contracting and relaxing around his swollen tool, clenching it tight as he pumped it deeper and deeper into me. It hurt but it was the best kind of hurt. A hurt I could see myself getting addicted to.

  And then I came again. And again. And again. I couldn’t keep track of how many times I had cum.

  My pussy was sore and throbbing, almost as much as my ass as Officer O’Leary slammed me over and over again. I could only wince and take it, loving and hating each second of it, and hating myself for allowing this to happen.

  Finally, I felt his cock tense up.

  “Fuck! Oh fuck!” O’Leary roared and I felt his seed flood my tight chamber, filling me up. I whimpered and cried out, panting and gasping as his hot seed filled all the tightness of my ass.

  “Oh, god, cum in me! Please!” I cried out, pressing my ass further against him, trying to take more and more of him inside of me.

  I wanted more and more of it and I squeezing my muscles around him, pumping his thick cock as he finished inside of me.

  Finally, he pulled out of me. He collapsed on the bed next to me and in seconds, he was asleep. I sighed and curled up next to him, cum dribbling out of my pussy and ass. I felt punished and used but also somehow content.

  No, that was a lie. I would never be content until I had Crow back.

  Betrayal

  I awoke in an empty bed the next morning. I was still naked. O’Leary was nowhere to be seen. His clothes weren’t even on the floor. On shaky feet, I got up and peek out into the living room, where I heard a voice. It was O’Leary, on his phone.

  “Yeah, I think I can definitely peg her on Aiding and Abetting. That’ll make her tell us something. I mean, either that or she’ll go to jail for a long, long time. Tell the DA to be a real hard ass on her. I just spent the night with her and let me tell you… If you play rough with her, she’ll crumble real fast.”

  He was talking about me. I began to cry. I was going to jail. I didn’t know anything about Crow, about where he had gone besides the fact that he had gone north.

  There was no way I could talk my way out of this.

  O’Leary entered my room, saw me crying, and must have immediately put it together. He knew that I knew.

  “Listen,” he said coldly. “Don’t make this worse for yourself. If you tell me where O’Connor is, we can just forget this whole thing ever happened.”

  “I trusted you!” I screamed. “I let you into my house! I let you into my bed!”

  “Not my problem,” O’Leary growled. He crossed the room and pushed me down on the bed, getting on top of me. “And now I’m in your bed again. What are you going to do about it?”

  I spat in his face. He slapped me. Hard.

  I cried out, sobbing. “Help! Help! Rachel! Sarah!”

  Those were my roommates but they were both at work already. Since they’re students, they work on Saturday mornings.

  “No one can help you, girlie,” O’Leary growled. “And if you’re not going to tell me where Crow is, I can’t make any promises.”

  And he slapped me again. And then, his hands made their way down to my tits.

  “You sure were a nice fuck,” he grunted, squeezing my soft flesh. His hands felt repulsive now, where once they had been delicious and electric. “I wouldn’t mind have a nothing roll in the hay with you before I go. Why don’t you spread those pretty little legs?”

  “No!” I screamed, trying to kick him away but my legs ended up in his arms and he forced them apart.

  It was just then that we heard the door to my apartment crash off its hinges. My eyes widened. So did O’Leary’s.

  He leapt off of me, drew his pistol, and dashed into the living room. I followed, hoping against hope that what I thought had happened had in fact happened.

  And it had.

  For, there in the living room, a baseball bat in one hand and a teddy bear impaled with a handgun in the other, stood Crow.

  “Get the fuck out of here, pig,” he growled.

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p; O’Leary raised his gun and fired. I screamed but Crow simple turned to the side, taking the bullet in the shoulder. When he turned back, his face was blank and unimpressed.

  “Is that all you’ve got, asshole?” he grunted and raised the teddy bear. The force of the gun blast sent O’Leary flying, crashing into my couch. I couldn’t bear to look at him.

  “Get you things. Be ready to go in five minutes,” Crow said to me as he pried the teddy bear off the pistol.

  Reunited

  I was ready to go in four minutes.

  When I was dressed and packed, I found Crow wrapping a piece of cloth around his arm.

  “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

  “I know a guy who’ll patch me up for free and won’t tell the cops,” Crow replied. “We’ll drive north, towards Portland. He’s on the way.”

  Without another word, I followed him downstairs. He didn’t wear a helmet when he rode. I was okay with that. I held onto him from behind as the chopper roared to life between my bruised, tired legs. Off we took soaring onto the highway.

  “Why did you come back for me?” I called to him over the roar of traffic and wind.

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was stupid of me.”

  “It wasn’t stupid. I’m glad you came back.”

  “Did that guy hurt you?”

  “No… Not really. He used me to try and get to you. But I’m okay.”

  “I’m sorry,” Crow called. “That’s what I tried to warn you about. You can’t get involved with me or else you’ll end up in trouble.”

  “I think I’m already in trouble,” I whispered back, holding him tight as I pressed my face into the back of his warm jacket.

  We didn’t say anything else as we rode, charging on down the highway and burning rubber the whole way.

  It was near dark when we came to a Ogres club house, somewhere near Oakland, as far as I could tell.

  Inside, we found an old burnt out hippie—Doc Chang, they called him, as it turned out he had graduated from Harvard Medical School and been a successful doctor practicing in San Francisco before he sold everything and took to a simpler and more drug-filled life.

  “Man, I wish you wouldn’t get your ass shot up like this,” Doc Chang muttered as he worked on Crow. I watched as Crow stoically accepted treatment, saying nothing.

  “Who’s this hot little number?”

  “That’s my old lady,” Crow muttered.

  His old lady? What did that mean?

  “Where’s her colors? She doesn’t look like an IG.”

  “She doesn’t have them yet. I gotta’ rustle some up for her.”

  “We might have some stuff she could wear laying around. You’ll want to get her a jacket, though.”

  So that was it. I was in.

  ~

  After the impromptu surgery, Crow drank half a pint of whiskey and Doc Chang gave us a small room to ourselves.

  We undressed and fell into bed. I licked and sucked his cock before he could even say anything, getting him nice and hard.

  I slobbered all over his cock, getting it wet, totally covered with spit.

  I loved the way his cock throbbed ever so deliciously in my hungry mouth. I bobbed my head, gasping and struggling to breathe through my nose as I pleasured him.

  I was hungry and desperate for him but I knew I didn’t just want him in my mouth… Oh no. I had other plans for him.

  “Do you want me all over again?” I asked, my voice breathy and husky with hungry passion.

  “Yes… Of course I do…” he said, his hips bucking involuntarily, pressing his cock deeper into my mouth. I pulled up my shirt and my bra with it, revealing my generous breasts and pressing his slick cock between them, jacking him off.

  “Can’t you tell I do?” he asked with a grin as his cock disappeared into the meat of my chest.

  “I don’t know…” I said with a wink. “It’s hard to know…”

  I kissed and licked and nibbled at his cock, letting my spit drip all over it. I had a nasty, truly nasty, idea in store and I wanted his cock wet and ready…

  “Do you trust me?” I asked him with a grin. He nodded dumbly. I gave his cock one more kiss, sliding my hot tongue all over his fleshy rod.

  “You’ll like this…” I whispered finally, leaning back from his body.

  Then, I straddled him and spread my cheeks, lowering my asshole down onto him. I gasped a bit as I felt the tip of his cock press against my tender ass hole.

  To be honest, I was a bit afraid but I knew I needed to do this.

  I knew I needed to give Crow my ass for me to feel better about everything that had happened…

  In fact, I wanted to give him everything. I didn’t want there to be a single aspect of my life, of my world, that he didn’t know about.

  It was going to be like this forever—or until we died. Whichever came first. I imagined us living forever, ripping through cities down long, winding, endless highways splattered with blood and oil…

  “What are you doing?” he asked in surprise as he felt his cock disappear into my tight ass. I threw my head back, closing my eyes in pleasure and pain, whimpering like a whore.

  “Erasing some bad memories,” I answered and then gasped as he slid all the way in, my spit having greased the way.

  I rode him hard, bouncing up and down on his thick shaft, savoring every second of the way my biker’s cock invaded my asshole, spreading me apart, tearing me apart in the most delicious way. I

  groaned, gripping my breasts as I rode his cock, whimpering like a little girl losing her virginity for the first time. His cock managed to spread me open, to rip me apart, and each thrust, each descent onto his fleshy rod was like losing my purity all over again. Each thrust was a brand new experience, a new world of pleasure and pain.

  He held me by the hips, guiding me up and down and fingering my hungry cunt and rubbing my clit as I rode him. He dug his fingers deep into my pinkness, exploring my wet, needy, hungry depths as he fucked me. I felt his cock twitch with delicious pleasure, feeling it move in my ass, feeling it move inside of me, inside of my guts, reminding me once again of how filthy, how transgressive this act was…

  And that only made me want to give it to him all the more.

  “Fuck me… Fuck me…” I whimpered, digging my own fingers into my pussy, my digits colliding with his as they worked to bring me to orgasm.

  Meanwhile, my other hand worked tirelessly to flick and tease my breasts, each motion, each action getting me hotter and wetter and more ready for his final blast of hot, sticky biker cum…

  “God, you’re so fucking tight…” Crow murmured, his hips bucking under me. Each buck of his hips drove me wild.

  Each buck of his hips brought his cock deeper into my ass and one millisecond closer to orgasm—to the precious, blinding hot white blast of passion and pleasure that would reduce me to a pathetic, sloppy mess of spent passion and pleasure…

  Harder and harder, I rode him with more and more intensity. My moans rose out of my throat with increasing intensity, louder and louder.

  I threw my head back, feeling like a porn star—the best feeling, as far as I was concerned. I needed this. I needed to feel what would happen when he finally finished inside of me, when his body, craving my own, craving my pleasure, craving my pain, eager to sow his seed deep inside my wet, pink, sopping and throbbing insides, exploded, finally…

  “Please…” I begged, not really sure what I was asking for.

  “Please what?” he asked with a devilish grin, flicking my clit with just the right pressure that I couldn’t take it.

  I wanted to slap him, the pleasure and pain mixing in my ass and my pussy and my aching, throbbing nipples was almost too much to bear.

  “Fuck… Fuck you…” I barely managed to moan out.

  “What? What do you want me to do to you?” he asked, his grin, that shit-eating grin, that gorgeous shit-eating grin of his, seared into my mind, into my very psyche.

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sp; “Fuck my ass!” I all but screamed. I didn’t care who heard me.

  I didn’t care who knew.

  I wanted the whole world to know—to know my passion, to have the searing record of my pleasure and pain inscribed on the ears and hearts of all those within hearing distance.