Naked for the Knuckleheads (erotic MC club motorcycle romance)

by Simone Scarlet

  One by one, the bike engines were cut. The reverberations of all the engines slowly echoed through the dark, cool garage until there was silence; interspersed only by the creaking of leather and the thump of boots on concrete as the six bikers – and their beautiful passengers – dismounted.

  Sara and Melissa scurried to each other’s sides.

  This was a big change from the luxury of the Monte Carlo, and Melissa and Sara’s own suite at the Tropicana. Instead of gleaming mahogany and fresh paint, the Knuckleheads Garage had a bare cement floor, peeling paint on the walls and what furniture there was seemed to have been recovered from the local dump. A ratty seventies couch, a frayed pool table and a double bed in the corner with an engine block serving as one of the supports.

  “Welcome to Knucklehead’s,” Flint grinned, as he switched on the flickering overhead lights. “Make yourselves at home.”

  And Flint’s crew proceeded to do exactly that.

  Fats and Dog wasted no time leading Melissa over to the ratty couch, where she flopped back onto the plaid cushions and allowed the two horny men to start groping and fondling her.

  Meanwhile, Jackson switched on a projector, which flickered into life and illuminated the peeling, white wall like it was a cinema screen. Immediately, some hot-and-heavy interracial porn started playing; with massive black cocks sliding inside tight white orifices accompanied by awkwardly loud moans and groans.

  “We normally watch old motorcycle movies, I swear,” Flint grinned, as he swept Sara up into his huge, tattooed arms. “But sometimes we crack some beers and watch the dirty stuff.”

  It was difficult for Sara to comment. As soon as he’d stopped talking, Flint pressed his lips hard against hers.

  Sara swooned. Part of her still felt monstrously guilty at what she was doing – but then the rest of her was just getting swept up in the moment; with the alcohol, and the excitement, and of this sexy and oh-so-masculine man finding her so attractive.

  She kissed him back, and her body responded. Her nipples hardened until they poked noticeably through the material of her dress. Between her legs, her bare pussy was growing moist again; still tingling at the memory of the rumbling Harley Davidson that had driven her – literally – to orgasm just minutes earlier.

  “C’mon,” Flint curled his fingers around hers. “Follow me.”

  He led Sara towards the huge bed on the opposite side of the garage – piled with ratty sheets, comforters and old blankets.

  As she followed him, Sara turned and looked down towards the couch. There, Melissa was being peeled out of her dress; her pale, curvy body contrasting with the tanned, tattooed hands of the two bikers caressing and stroking her.

  Dog was making out with Melissa passionately, squeezing her round, milky breasts with his strong hands. Meanwhile, Fats was kissing her soft belly, while sliding two fingers in and out of her bare, glistening pussy.

  At the edge of the bed, Flint picked Sara up like she weighed nothing, and tossed her onto the covers. She giggled as she bounced up and down, landing on her back.

  Then she groaned.

  She was lying, staring at the ceiling, when she felt Flint’s fingers around her ankles. He was lifting and separating her legs; and Sara’s dress rode up until she felt the cool air on her bare pussy.

  “Lie back,” Flint ordered; and then she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs.

  “Oh, God!” Sara’s fingers curled into fists, snarling up fistfuls of the sheets as she writhed on the bed.

  She felt Flint’s hot lips brush her inner thighs, and then plant gentle kisses upwards, towards her pussy. His fingertips brushed her stomach. And then she felt a hot, wet tongue slather between her pussy lips and open then up like a blossoming flower.

  “Mmmm,” the handsome biker lifted his head from between her thighs. “You taste delicious.” And then he got back to feasting.

  Sara moaned and spread her legs wider, lost in the delicious sensation. Flint’s warm lips and nimble tongue were swirling in wet circles around her clit, and as her pussy gushed moisture, she felt him press two insistent fingers against her lips.

  Sara bit her lips as her slutty pussy opened up to greedily suck his fingers inside her. Together, his two fingers were as thick and as filling as pretty much as cock she’d experienced; and when they were buried knuckle-deep inside her, Flint curled them to massage her g-spot with his fingertips.

  “Oh, my God,” Sara tossed and thrashed on the bed. Her hands pulled down the front of her dress and she squeezed and pinched her nipples. She wrapped her thighs around Flint’s face and bucked her hips to grind herself against his slurping tongue.

  “I-I’m cumming,” she cried; and gushed into Flint’s mouth. Like a tidal wave, an orgasm washed over her, and Sara’s back arched off the bed as she felt the explosion detonate between her legs.

  For painfully perfect moments, her whole body tensed. Then, Sara flopped back onto the bed like a rag doll; just in time to watch Flint lift his head from between her legs and lick his glistening lips.

  “You’re wetter than April in Seattle,” the handsome biker grinned, as he straightened up and towered over her. “I’m going to go inside you so smooth and easy.”

  And with that, he pulled off his leather waistcoat, revealing a ripped, muscular torso and rippling muscles. “Lie back, sweetie.” He unbuckled his pants, and a monstrous hard-on reared out from between his legs.

  “Oh, God,” Sara’s eyes widened as she saw it; but her pussy pulsed in eager anticipation.

  “Okay, baby,” Flint crawled, naked, onto the bed. “I’ve been waiting all night for this.” He positioned himself between her thighs, and Sara trembled at the hot, hard body crushing her to the bed.

  “W-wait,” she stammered, as Flint gripped the base of his enormous cock and aimed the head between the lips of her pussy. “What about a c-condom?”

  Flint laughed, and focused on sliding the tip of his rock-hard cock up and down, between the lips of Sara’s eager pussy.

  “I don’t have any,” he told her. “Don’t worry, I’m clean.”

  But that was only part of Sara’s concern. Her husband had a vasectomy a year earlier, so she wasn’t on any form of birth control – but as the warm hardness pressed against her eager pussy, she found it harder and harder to resist.

  In the end, knowing what she was doing was reckless and wrong, Sara wrapped her arms around Flint’s slender hips and pulled him forward.

  His cock pressed against the lips of her pussy.

  “Ohhhhh,” she wailed, as her cunt opened up eagerly to accept him; and Flint pushed.

  It was like being split in two; the sheer girth of his enormous cock stretched and filled her in a way she’d never experienced before. It was uncomfortable, but exquisite; satisfying in a way she didn’t even know existed.

  “Mmmm,” Flint breathed hotly in her ear. “You’re tight.”

  A moment later, she felt his bony hips against her clit, and she realized she’d taken every inch of him; impaled on a foot of American steel.

  “Damn, this feels good,” Flint murmured, as he began to fuck her.

  His muscular body thrust back and forth, and that enormous cock slid out of Sara’s tight little pussy, and then thrust back to stretch and fill her anew. It was amazing.

  Sara flopped her head to one side, and she found herself staring at Melissa, over on the ratty, stained couch.

  Her best friend was lying naked, one leg hanging over the back of the sofa, and the other on the floor.

  Between her legs, a naked Dog was fucking her deeply and slowly; his enormous cock sliding in and out of her pale, pink pussy. Sara noticed, with a throb between her legs, that Dog was living up to his name; and fucking the fertile housewife bareback. Sara didn’t want to think about how long Melissa and her husband had been trying for a baby; or whether or not the blond was ovulating.

  Bent over the couch at the other end was Fats, also naked. He was offering his straining cock to Melissa’s e
ager mouth, and she was eagerly sucking it, and slurping at the length of his shaft with her tongue. One of her pale hands was squeezing his muscular, tanned ass; eagerly pulling him towards her.

  Sara bit her lip. It was like watching real-life porn, except it was staring her best friend. The whole sight was made even more surreal by the fact that real-life porn was playing in the background; mirroring the hardcore action going on in front of it.

  “Aww, shit,” Flint was breathing hotly into Sara’s ear, and she turned her head to make out with him. For a few moments, they kissed passionately; and then Flint pulled his mouth away to stammer: “I’m gonna cum soon.”

  Sara felt it; his cock swelling up deep inside of her, stretching her pussy in all sorts of delicious ways she didn’t think were possible.

  “Tell me you want it,” Flint demanded, as his thrusts picked up the pace. “Tell me you want me to cum in you, you sexy slut.”

  Sara felt her g-spot being pounded by each of Flint’s thrusts. His hips were grinding against her clit. She realized she was close to cumming as well.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she groaned, clutching his shoulders and humping her hips up against his. “Cum in me! Fill me up!”

  She bit her lip. Oh, shit, she was close.

  “Here it comes,” Flint groaned, and then his whole body went rigid.

  His back arched, and his hips dug into hers; jamming his cock as deeply inside of her as it would go. Sara cried out in discomfort, and then moaned in hot, guttural pleasure. She could feel his cock swell, and throb – and then she felt herself filled with spurts of burning wetness.

  “Oh, fuuuck,” Flint groaned, as he emptied his balls inside Sara’s willing pussy. “God, yes.”

  And as each spurt flooded into her, Sara came too – sinking her teeth into Flint’s shoulder and rolling her eyes as her whole body shuddered and trembled.

  For a moment, the two of them remained locked in simultaneous orgasm. Then, slowly, the ecstasy subsided and they both went limp; flopping into each other’s arms in a sweaty, sticky pile.

  “Oh, God,” Sara’s eyes rolled up into her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.”

  “Mmmm,” Flint kissed her wetly on the lips. “We haven’t even started yet, girl.”

  And with that, he peeled his sticky skin from hers, and his softening cock slithered from inside her. Sara yelped as she felt it followed by a deluge of warm, wet cum; which ran down the crack of her ass onto the rumpled sheets beneath her.

  Struggling to sit up, Sara saw Flint pad to the bedside table and take a swig from a bottle of Jack Daniels. But as he did so, he was looking at Horse; and Sara could see that the big, handsome man was stripping out his own jeans and t-shirt.

  She shuddered; realizing what was coming next.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Naked, Horse looked like a strategically-shaved bear. His body was immense; like a bald, tanned gorilla covered in tattoos. Enormous, muscled arms were contrasted with a fleshy, bulky torso; he was strong, without being lean.

  But what Sara was staring at was his cock – hard as a rock, and protruding from his crotch like a gnarled piece of wood; veiny and throbbing. He truly lived up to his name. He was hung like a horse.

  Sara wondered if it would split her in half.

  “Get up onto your knees,” Horse demanded, and the bed rocked as he clambered onto it. Sara quickly obeyed, not wanting to be crushed by this immense man.

  She rolled onto her hands and knees and offered up her ass to him, peering over her shoulder as Horse shuffled up behind her.

  “Her pussy’s as warm and tight as apple pie,” Flint called, slurping at his drink. “You’re gonna enjoy her.”

  Sara blinked. How exactly was apple pie ‘tight’?

  Horse didn’t seem to care. With one hand, he stroked Sara’s round, ripe ass. With the other, he abruptly fingered her – two fingers pressing against her pussy lips and sliding immediately inside. She yelped.

  “Damn, brother,” Horse laughed. “Sloppy seconds.” He pulled his fingers out of her, and Sara saw they came away glistening with a mixture of Flint’s cum and her own arousal.

  “Here,” Horse reached forward and offered Sara his dripping fingers. “Suck ‘em.” And while Sara’s head reeled at how disgusting that sounded, she still opened her mouth and sucked the salty residue off eagerly.

  “Aww, fuck,” Horse grinned, as Sara sucked his fingers. “What a mouth! I’ve got to get her to suck my cock later.”

  After a moment or two, he reluctantly pulled his fingers from Sara’s lips and shuffled up behind her. She moaned as she felt his fleshy heat pressed against her upturned ass, and an insistent hardness prod her in the backside.

  Horse aimed his thick, hard cock between the swollen lips of Sara’s freshly-fucked pussy, and pushed.

  “Oooooh,” Sara’s head flopped down and she bit her lip, as she felt herself filled and stretched by Horse’s enormous cock. “That’s big.”

  “Ain’t it just?” Horse grinned, grabbing Sara’s hips and pulling her back onto him; forcing more of his length inside of her. “I’m going to loosen this tight pussy up plenty.”

  And then he was inside of her – all the way! Right up until his taut belly pushed against Sara’s upturned ass, and she could feel his pubes tickle her skin.

  “C’mon,” Horse reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Sara’s luxurious black hair, pulling her head back and arching her back. “Let’s go for a gallop, little pony.”

  And then he began to thrust.

  Sara groaned. Horse’s thrusts threw her whole body forward on the bed, and then he’d pull her back sharply by her hair; impaling her on his massive cock. Each tug of her hair made her eyes water, and her heavy breasts swung back and forth painfully.

  “Hey, guys!”

  Sara tried to blink the tears out of their eyes and look up. Through her watery gaze, she could see Jackson and Nate climbing the stairs and stripping out of their clothes. “Easy on the her, Horse,” Jackson demanded. “We’ve got to ride that pony too.”

  Mercifully, Horse released her hair, and gave Sara a chance to steady herself on the bed. As she did so, he gripped her hips with both hands and started pounding her from behind; the wet, slapping sound of their bodies clapping together echoing around the room. Sara braced herself, and thrust her hips back at him.

  “Damn, this girl can fuck.”

  “Well, can she suck?” Jackson and Nate stood by the bed, stroking their own impressively-sized cocks to full erection. Just inches away from Sara’s head, they offered her their swollen meat.

  Gasping and grunting, Sara worked on autopilot. Some kind of base, slut-instinct had taken over – and the moment she saw two hard, veiny cocks bobbing in front of her mouth, she reached for them.

  She held herself up with one hand, and curled the fingers of the other around Nate’s throbbing shaft; jerking him off with practiced ease.

  At the same time, she bent and lowered her head; so Jackson’s cock was perfectly positioned to press against her lips.

  “Goddamn,” Jackson groaned, as he felt the warm wetness of Sara’s mouth envelop his cock. “Yes she can.”

  Sara felt a warm flush of pride as she said that, and opened her mouth wider to accept more of Jackson’s impressive length. Then, strings of drool connecting his cock to her lips, she lifted her mouth away and leaned so she could wrap her lips around Nate’s cock instead.

  “Aww, yeah,” Nate groaned, as the satisfactory sensation of Sara’s fingers was replaced by the exquisite sensation of her lips. “Fuuuck.”

  She had to swap hands, but a moment later she was stroking Jackson’s cock; which was slippery and slathered in saliva.

  It was hard work. Not only did Sara have to support herself with one hand, but she was giving the other arm a workout that was tougher than wielding a Shakeweight.

  “Oh, God,” eventually, she flopped forward only her elbows. “I can’t keep that up.” Her arms and back were achin
g; not helped by the fact that Horse was still fucking her hard and fast, with her ass still sticking up in the air.

  “Hey, Horse,” Jackson snapped. “Let’s do a switcharoo, you dig?”

  Horse, sweat dripping down his massive chest, nodded.

  “I wanted to try her mouth, anyway.” He flopped back onto the bed, and his still-hard cock came sproinging out of Sara’s wet and wanton pussy; splattering her ass with drops of moisture.

  “C’mon,” Jackson and Nate manhandled her like she was a rag doll, their strong hands grabbing her hips and wrenching her around, until she was lying on her side with her round ass practically hanging off the bed.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Nate was already positioning himself behind Sara, grabbing the base of his spit-slick hard-on and nudging it between the cheeks of her ass. He pushed, and she moaned as her freshly-fucked pussy eagerly accepted its third cock of the evening.

  Lying on her side was a lot more comfortable, and Sara was able to prop her head up just as Horse shuffled to where she was lying.

  “Let’s see you work your magic on this,” he grinned, offering his thick, gnarled cock to Sara. She wrinkled her nose – it was glistening with her juices, and what was left of Flint’s cum – but obediently she opened her mouth and struggled to wrap her lips around it.

  A moment later, the beautiful housewife found herself spit-roasted; sandwiched between Horse in the front, and Nate in the back. Nate was fucking her deep and slowly, luxuriating as each inch of his thick cock slid deeply inside of her.

  Meanwhile, Sara was licking and slurping on Horse’s monstrous dick; tasting her own pussy on it. It revolted her, but turned her on at the same time; and she slathered her tongue into every nook and bulge of his swollen dick to capture every hint.

  Horse moaned in appreciation. “Oh my God, girl,” he stroked her cheek. “I’m gonna blow my load in the sweet mouth of yours.”

  Sara moaned when she heard that.

  “Here it comes,” Horse started thrusting his hips, literally fucking Sara’s mouth. “Oh, shit,” and then he was cumming.

  Sara’s eyes bulged as she felt warm, thick spurts of cum fill her mouth. She swallowed desperately; but Horse pulled out of her mouth towards the end of his climax; and the last few spurts landed on her lips and chin.