Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance)

by Kaitlyn Kevette

  Once my tits were out in plain sight, almost immediately they were covered back up again, Jag and Di each securing their mouths around one of my ultra-sensitive nips.

  The feeling was otherworldly, having these two different pairs of sucking lips and hot tongues flicking across my perky, excited breasts. I couldn't help but feel myself getting caught up in the sheer ecstasy of the moment, surrendering to pure pleasure as these talented tongues flitted across my hard little nips. My hands instinctively found their way to the backs of their heads, fingers going wild through both bikers' hair, my body feeling pampered, served and satisfied.

  As I lowered my lids to drink in the sensations, I could feel one of the bikers' fingers starting to sink into my pussy. Whether they were Jag's or Di's, I didn't know -- and frankly, I didn't care. The gentle prodding only served to heighten my pleasure tenfold.

  The lips around my left tit slid off, and I felt a chill breeze move over the spot where the sucking had been.

  "Mmm... you're so wet, girl," I heard Jag say, his fingers exploring my void down below.

  "You and Blane must've fucked hard before you came."

  "Yeah, we did..." I replied as his hot lips settled back onto my breast.

  "And I came pretty hard, too," I added slyly.

  That's not what Jag had meant by "coming", but hey -- I was trying to be flirtatious.

  Jag looked up from his feast with eyes of pure lust as I felt a new, different hand begin to touch me. It was the other biker, Big Bob, tending to my curves very sensually as he stroked the small of my back and the cheeks of my ass.

  What a whirlwind of pure, unbridled passion I felt, standing there getting serviced by three separate lovers. Everything they were doing was like foreplay on steroids. They weren't just making me feel good, they were making me ache -- ache for Blane.

  One of Jag's fingers crept its way into the groove of my inner labia until it was pressing firmly against the base of my clit. His other fingers returned to their home in my cunt as his free finger wriggled firmly on the same spot. Over and over.

  Just then, Rosie came over and pulled Big Bob away for another bout of fucking. She was either feeling left out, or incredibly horny... or both. She immediately assumed the position to allow her man to enter her from behind, her huge, fleshy tits pressing into the ground and her voluptuous rump raised in the air.

  They instantly started fucking with a hunger, Big Bob grabbing big handfuls of Rosie's folds and using them to propel himself inside her even deeper. Their gorgeous naked bodies -- each in such contrast to the other -- were slapping in time with frantic, needy thrusts. There was no mistaking that both of them were reveling in every second, their deep, guttural groans of pleasure so loud and so strong, they resonated with me almost as if I were getting fucked myself.

  Where oh where was Blane when I needed him? And trust me -- I needed him.

  Jag was still staring at me with a firm look of infatuation in his eyes. No doubt, he was picturing us being the couple in the corner, the rest of the world trite and meaningless as we fucked each other's brains out. I felt a hot and tingling rush flow through me as I cast my gaze back to the sight of the giant cock pumping hard and tight into Rosie. They were making me feel things, and see things -- like the memory of Blane's big cock sinking into me as I flooded with ecstasy. It was a vision so clear in my mind, it literally made me cum.

  "Oh fuck!!!" chanted Jag as I began to violently quiver around his fingers.

  "That's right, baby, cum for me!! Cum for me you nasty, pretty girl!"

  As the sweet waves of orgasm rushed through me, Jag finger-fucked me even harder, aroused as fuck that he'd made me cum.

  "Ohhh baby, you cum so nice! My dick is so fucking hard. Don't stop cumming for it, baby."

  But Jag hadn't been the one who'd ultimately made me cum -- it was Blane. My mind was on him more than ever as my body racked with bliss.

  As he felt my climax of pleasure slowly start to taper off, Jag reduced the pace of his finger thrusting, coming to a stop only once he was assured I was fully satisfied. I sunk back onto my heels, weak but elated. Jag and Di continued to softly stroke and massage my bare body, planting kisses up and down my nude form.

  Jag didn't hesitate to move his kisses farther south, drawing nearer to my pussy as he and Di helped to slowly lower me onto my back. He gave my inner folds a few long, drawn-out licks before shifting into position on top of me. Di left to let us fuck as Jag's stiff shaft began to search for my entrance. I could feel the hot, velvety head of his cock probing blindly for an opening.

  "No," I heard myself whisper, barely audible I sensed.

  "No, Jag. No," I said again, still breathless but a little louder.

  What the hell was wrong with me? I was horny, and this guy was hot -- and I certainly was no stranger to sleeping around.

  So what exactly was my problem -- why in the world was I saying NO?

  "It's Blane, isn't it?" said Jag as he pressed into me over and over again, anxious, hard and frustrated.

  "You love Blane."

  "I... do," I whispered as I struggled under Jag, just realizing it myself.

  "C'mon, baby. One last fuck before you 'come a borin' ol' married couple," Jag insisted as he groped at my tits.

  "Sorry," I said firmly as I slid out from under him.

  "But he means more to me than that."

  I was just getting my clothes to go when I saw Blane standing in the doorway.

  "Uh... your ride should be good to go now... Bob," said Blane as he turned to leave, clearly distracted.

  "Blane! WAIT!!" I shouted as I chased after him half-naked, not caring at all as I entered the driveway topless.

  He was wiping the grease off his hands from fixing Bob's bike as he prepared to mount his own.

  "You're not going to leave me here, are you?!" I yelled as I shoved my hands into his strong chest, pushing against him angrily.

  It barely moved him at all.

  "Well, you seem pretty happy here. Didn't know I was bringin' the MC a new prospect," he chuckled dryly.

  "Blane! BLANE! It's not like that," I insisted as I fought desperately to keep him from driving off.

  "I did NOT have sex with Jag! He was trying to, but--"

  "'S not what it looked like to me," said Blane gruffly as his motorcycle roared to a start.

  "I've seen a lot of things, Princess, and believe me -- the eyes never lie."

  Blane had just kicked back on his kickstand and was slowly starting to roll down the driveway when I grabbed onto his handlebars and switched off the ignition.

  "You have a lot of nerve, girl," grunted Blane, looking at me very sternly.

  "Touching a man's bike."

  "I know, it's just..."

  My eyes searched his frantically for a sign that our connection was still there, my knuckles turning white wrapped tight around his bike.

  Blane gave a deep sigh and brought one of his hands on top of mine.

  "It's just what, babe?"

  It was a move that shocked, surprised, and melted me all at once.

  Caught up in a flood of emotions, I leaned in to steal a short but passionate kiss. Blane's hands were just starting to work themselves into my hair when I slowly pulled away.

  "I... I care about you, more than anyone I've ever cared about before," I said nervously.

  "I care about you, too, babe," replied Blane matter-of-factly.

  I gave a small smile hearing him say that.

  "If you knew my past, you'd realize what a big deal this is for me," I tried to explain.

  Blane appeared to be listening sympathetically.

  "To not want to run away after we've shared something so intimate, to want to... stay."

  Blane's fingers started to lightly stroke the top of my hand.

  "And it's not just because of the way you make me feel physically. I've been with a lot of guys who can make me cum, and cum well..." I said, my voice trailing off.

  "But with you, it's
so much more than that."

  Blane gave a smoldering smile and said simply, "The feelin's the same here, babe. The same."

  He put his kickstand back down and swung his leg over the dyna to get off.

  "'S why I got so upset, seein' you with Jag," murmured Blane as he brought me into his strong arms.

  "Don't want anyone else to have you."

  "And I don't want to be had by anyone else," I whispered as I rested my head against his warm, broad chest.

  "Ever again."

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