WARNING
This story
contains material that may offend some readers. It has sexually explicit
content…please don’t write to me afterwards and complain…I’m warning you now.
Again
thanks readers for taking the time to write to me, I do like constructive criticism,
and flattery even more. I hope you all enjoy Christmas and New Year with
friends and loved ones and if you are out and about on the roads, drive
carefully and don’t drink and drive…one or the other but not both.
I recently
spent some time in Hawaii and enjoyed every moment. Hi and thanks to Steve,
Terry, Brad and Tony…if you are reading this you’ll know who you are. Thanks
guys I had a great time
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Fantasies
and notions of group sex have ran through most our minds from time to time I
imagine. After reading Martha Spacey’s article about her experience on a gang
bang or being put on the block by a Motor Cycle Gang had me going, in fact I
read the article a couple of times more and had to admit it stirred certain
carnal feelings in me and leaving a wetness in my pants.
God…how
could she have taken all those guys…how many had there been there that night,
twenty she said? My mind going into overdrive as I visualized it all
happening…one…by one. I’d had group sex myself before, but not on the scale
Martha had described. There had been six guys and myself,. I was so naïve to
think I could go to a quiet beach with six horny guys and not get pounced on. I
mean here I was with only a bikini, a fully developed female, drinking beer and
wine, the guys getting hornier and hornier staring at my body, flirting with
them, then I get tackled to the ground and next thing is, my bikini bottom is
being torn from me…oh I kicked and struggled to start with, but once Mike was
inside me, I was a different person. I couldn’t just stop for one, I had to do
it for all of them…but six was a lot different to twenty. Oh god I had to stop
thinking about it, it was just too much, my heart and pulse were racing and my
body was all a tremble.
Well its
one thing to have a fantasy…real life is another thing and I wondered if given
the opportunity I would and could handle them all. I mean twenty guys fucking
you one after another…over a week maybe…but all in one night.
The thought
of it all just wouldn’t go away, it continued to harass my mind and thinking,
whether I was at home at work or out with the girls for a drink I found myself
daydreaming and fantasying about it. The thing is the more I thought about it
the more I wanted it to happen, but if given the opportunity would I actually
stand up and carry it through…or would I renege at the final moment and remain
safe, happy and contented within my fantasy.
Well
there’s an old and true saying. “Be careful what you wish for…it may just come
true”
That
beautiful Wednesday morning as I drove between Buxton and Grassmeads little did
I know I was about to be keeping a date with destiny. It was a beautiful day,
hot and not a cloud in the sky, the type of day you’re glad to be alive and
just wanted to keep driving…go somewhere…anywhere, who cares? I was going to
dress in jeans and light top, but I then decided it would be shorts and top. I
always liked my denim shorts on these occasions and they did show off my long
shapely legs…not that I’d anticipated showing them to any guy before I arrived
at Grassmeads. The route I’d chosen was the scenic one, it ambled through some
of the best countryside in the county, alongside the river, through bush and
forest, sometimes the trees forming a canopy of shade from the hot overhead
sun…it was just so beautiful and breathtaking. My fingers tapped the steering
wheel in time with the music coming from my CD…life just didn’t get any better
than this. Then at approximately the half waypoint, it happened.
You ever
had that sinking and sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach when
something goes wrong with your car…well that day I got it, trusty old Tommy
Toyota started to overheat. I have no idea how long it had been happening. I
just looked at the gauges and saw the temperature one was well above where it
should have been and rising.
Oh
shit…shit…shit. Then mercifully I saw the sign, telling me there was a picnic
area ahead, only a few more yards. Just around the next bend I saw it and slid
in and parked. It was the usual well-kept rest area, wooden tables and benches,
shady trees and tidy rubbish bins…nothing else of course, it was just a
picnic/rest stop, but at least it told me that at sometime some would come by.
I lifted
the hood to a mass of smoke, steam or something and hissing. I just stared at
it; I hadn’t the faintest idea what I was looking at or for. I felt lost and
abandoned, what had been such a great day not moments ago…well I must say I
felt lost. I tried my cell phone, but this area was outside the coverage area…now
I felt even worse, but ho…wait. I’d heard a car approach and my spirits lifted,
only to be dashed again when the car kept going. Two cars and a truck passed
and I was starting to panic a little, then I heard what I thought was a
helicopter…no…no not a helicopter, but what. Then I saw them as they came
around the bend. My whole being was filled with fear…my blood turning to ice;
it was a motorcycle gang. Black leather clad individuals sitting upright,
holding on to sit up and beg handlebars.
Oh god
no…please no. Visions of being raped and left there were my immediate
thoughts…gone were my fantasies of being put on the block.
They saw me
and peeled off the highway, the deafening sound of their Harley’s as they
circled around me…then silence as they stopped their machines.
The big
bearded tattooed brute, who was their leader, came toward me.
“Well now
little lady…you seem to be in some kind of trouble?” he asked.
I could
hardly reply, hot as it was I was cold with fear right then.
Oh god no.
Please don’t rape me…please…was the only thought going through my mind.
He leaned
over the car and took a look at the engine.
“I have no
idea what’s wrong with it…I…I just opened the hood and out came all this smoke”
I said
“Steam…little
lady…it’s steam…not smoke…. looks like you have a busted water hose and the
engine has overheated…let’s hope you stopped in time eh?”
“Well…I
think I did” I replied.
I took a
look around as the others alighted from their cycles, some lying on the grass,
others making toward us.
As if
reading my mind the boss guy said. “Relax little lady…no one is going to harm
you…contrary to what they tell you we don’t go around molesting women” then
gave me a reassuring smile. Somehow I believed him and felt the tension drain a
little.
“I’m glad
to hear it…I mean you hear so many stories about bikie gangs and what they do
to women” I replied.
“No…not
true…only those who consent to it” he replied.
“Oh I see”
I replied and blushed bright red at the thoughts that had just returned to my
thinking and at the same time surveying all the riders in the area.
“There’s
twenty of us little lady…if that’s what your thinking”
God could
this guy read my mind. “No…no I was…I was just….” I broke off… trying hard to
think of something to say
“Well I
mean I’ve heard so many stories, I mean about being put on the block and the
like…does that really happen with you guys?” God I couldn’t believe I’d just
asked that…who was this guy, my father confessor…I should just keep quiet
before I dug too deep a hole.
“Yes well
it’s mostly true, yes we do have a block and yes we do put women on it”
“Oh I see”
“But as I
said…only those who consent to it…those that do become honorary members of the
chapter”
“Oh right”
“You
wouldn’t consider becoming a member would you?” he asked with a cheeky smile.
“Oh
no…no…hey…I mean twenty guys that’s an awful lot of” I was going to say cock
but stopped just short. “It’s an awful lot of guys” Then turning to peruse the
twenty riders. My thoughts and fantasies returning at warp speed and a stirring
in my loins.
His eyes
had been raking my body, his own fantasies in mind and what he’d like to do to
me.
“Oh I’m
sure you could handle us all…we’d loved to make you an honorary chapter member
little lady…what’s your name…I’m Gus by the way”
“Oh…Lisa” I
proffered
“Well Lisa
we’d better see what we can do about this car of yours eh?”
“Well if
you could I’d be real grateful, you’re the only ones who have stopped” I said
He asked a
couple of the guys to take a look and see if they could do anything with the
car. Whilst they did so I grabbed my water pack and sat with Gus and friends,
talking and chatting. I was surprised at myself asking so many questions about
bike life and how they lived. At the same time my thoughts wondered to my
fantasies and right here and now I was at the door of opportunity to my
fantasies…fantasies that could become reality, all I had to do was acquiesce to
their invitation. I looked from one guy to another, trying to imagine if I
could take them all on. There’d be little or no time or intervals between one
guy and the next, as one finished the next would be ready for me.
My thoughts
were suddenly broken into.
“Sorry what
was that?” I asked
Gus had
asked a question.
“I asked if
you thought you could take us all on…it is what you were thinking, isn’t it”
Again I
blushed bright red, how could this guy read my most inner and intimate
thoughts.
“Oh
gosh…no…no…” I started to protest.
He held up
his hand stopping me further.
“Just be
honest with yourself…admit it you were…I’ve seen that look on many other
faces…it tells me a great deal…you were thinking about it weren’t you…just a
little bit?”
“Well,
yes…yes I was…but I mean, twenty guys, I really don’t think I could cope with
that many?”
“Don’t
under estimate yourself…others before you have…and no doubt others after you
will…just think of it as giving yourself a night of shear fun and pleasure”
“Oh shit…I
don’t know…I really don’t know” my heart now racing with excitement.
Just then
Red came over to tell us he couldn’t really do much to fix the problem a couple
of new parts were required, which they did not have…a quick patch job was the
best, but it may not last and a few more miles down the track and I’d have the
same problem.
“Well Lisa,
why not hitch a ride on the back of my bike into Grassmeads. I’ll leave Red
here with your car to guard it; Jess finds the parts, returns with one of the
other members and brings your car back to wherever you’re staying for the
night.
I thought
about it and agreed to the invitation for a lift.
I was given
a crash helmet and cocked my leg over the seat behind Gus. The roar of the
Harley’s was deafening as we left the picnic area on mass.
There’s
something about being on a bike a kind of freedom that you don’t get from
behind the steering wheel of a car. Riding the second half of the journey to
Grassmeads was an enjoyable experience and I couldn’t get the invitation to
join these guys for some fun and recreation out of my mind. I’d been holding
all these thoughts…all these fantasies about them and low and behold here was
the opportunity…I could turn fantasy into reality…but now that I had this
opportunity did I really have the will and the courage to carry it out. Soon
the outskirts of Grassmeads was upon us and Gus signaled his followers to pull
over.
“Where do
you want us to drop you off Lisa…or do you want to join us for the night?” he
asked grinning.
“Oh god I
don’t know Gus…I’ve been thinking about it but I keep coming back to twenty
guys…it’s a lot of guys”
“Well it’s
up to you…it’s easy for me to say jump in and do it, you only live once and all
those other cliché’s…in the end it’s up to you”
I bit my
bottom lip…. trying to make my mind up. If I said no I might regret doing so
later…equally if I said yes I might still regret doing so…decisions….
decisions.
“Yes…yes….let’s
do it” I said, my heart now pounding, now having made the decision and agreeing
to it.
I hung on
tight as the bikes twisted and turned, making there noisy way toward their
headquarters. I was quite surprised at the size of the property. It was on the
outskirts of the city and on a large section…more that just a house…a large
house, sheds, work sheds and a high fortified fence surrounding it. They
obviously wanted no intruders…had I made the right decision? .
They drew
to a halt just outside, the two fortifies gates opened.
“Well
Lisa…one last chance to say no…once your inside….” He let the implications
ride.
I swallowed
and nodded. “Ok…let’s go…let’s do it”
I was
quickly driven in through the gates…through into the lion’s den…followed by the
rest of the pack. As the riders cut each of the bikes…there was a stillness and
I watched as the two large gates clanked shut and the heavy bolts thrust in
place…this was it…I couldn’t turn back…tonight’s menu was Lisa
I took off
the helmet Gus had loaned me.
“Ok…let me
show you around the place…our humble home”
My legs
felt like rubber, my heart was pounding, was I scarred or excited…a little of
both I guess. I knew what lay ahead…what was expected of me, but how would I
handle it. Entering through the main door I was escorted by other riders, other
members, each room he showed me, there was other members lounging about,
smoking pot, drinking beer, their gazes following my movement.
“Er I
thought there was only twenty of you Gus….who are all these other guys?” I
asked
“Oh I
forgot to tell you…there are thirty of us in all…some didn’t ride today”
“Oh god…no
Gus…not thirty…please tell me it’s not thirty I’m expected to….?”
“To fuck
you…is that what you were going to say…oh don’t worry so…you’ll handle us
all…you’ll see”
But I was
worried…twenty, well I’d calculated and come to terms with…but suddenly I now
had another ten guys to contend with…thirty, the number kept running through my
head…thirty guys…thirty guys, how long would it take thirty guys to fuck me, oh
god what had I done…what had I let myself in for?
Gus took me
from one room to another, one area to another, the complex was huge…then we
came to it. “The Room” the meeting house, the entertainment room, whatever you
cared to call it. Above the door was a sign. “The Rats Nest” and another sign
declaring a code of tidy dress…or undress whatever the occasion may demand.
There was a bar down one side, a most impressive bar, a bar that would not look
out of place in any pub. The walls were adorned with other memorabilia, photos
of bikers and bikes, flags, and gang patches, bull horns, cow horns and any
other type of material they deemed fit for display.
“We have
guests from time to time…so we need to make them welcome and feel welcome” said
Gus indicating to the bar, but it wasn’t the bar that had my attention. In the
middle of the room was “The Block” the place where I was to be sacrificed. It
was about the size or perhaps bigger than a king sized bed and padded all over
in black leather. Gus saw me gazing at it.
“Yes
honey…that’s it…that’s where it will all take place…come on let’s take a closer
look”
I followed
him to the centre. The black leather padding was firm but soft. I pressed my
hand into the fabric, testing its softness.
“Ok
honey…meet with you’re approval”
It was soft
but firm, the leather was warm from the day’s sun that had been shining upon
it, directly above the ceiling had glass skylights, allowing the suns and rays
to fall upon it, kinda accentuating the whole block, making it the centre of
attraction, which no doubt it was…well tonight it would be.
“Yes…yes, I
guess so” I said, rather nervously. I looked at the now gathering group of guys
as the news spread that a woman had volunteered to go on the block tonight.
They were all keen to see who this woman was…the one they were going to be
fucking at some stage.
I now know
what stage fright must be like, at some stage I was going to be asked to
perform…perform for all these guys…there was no lines to learn…no rehearsals
required…all I had to do was strip naked in front of them all and the rest…well
the rest would be taken care of.
“Would you
like a drink…or something to eat before the action Lisa?” Gus asked
I’d lost my
appetite for food…but a good strong drink would go down well right now.
I declined
the food, but accepted the invitation to a drink.
The first
two double Bourbons went down real fast, followed by a cold lager. As I drank
Gus wrote names on a clipboard, they were the names of the members in order of
seniority…those who would have me first, second, third and so on. Then when all
the seniors had been selected they brought forth a bucket containing plastic
disks, each disk having a number upon it. The none senior members trooped
passed, took out a disk and handed it to Gus, name and number placed on the
sheet. Gus just looked at me and smiled…there was no need for explanations. By
the time the sheet was filled with names, I’d had quite a few drinks, when Gus
said
“Well come
on Lisa…I think you’ve had sufficient to drink…it’s time to perform”
The drink
had helped numb my senses and I stumbled a little as he led me to the centre of
the room and the “Block”
“Would you
like me to help you undress…or can you manage by yourself”
“No…no…I
can manage just fine” I said, words a little slurred. Looking at the gathering
crowd of leering grinning faces
There
wasn’t much to remove, a light coloured top, a pair of denim shorts, bra and
god forbid a pair of skimpy knickers, I peeled off top and shorts, letting them
drop to the floor. Standing half naked in front of thirty lust-ridden guys, I
felt very, very vulnerable, I scanned the leering faces around the room. Either
the alcohol was playing tricks with my vision or…. god there seemed more than
thirty guys packed in to see me. There were murmurs of approval as I removed my
bra, revealing firm rounded breasts, but even more raucous talk, shouting and
clapping when I removed my pants and revealed my freshly shaven pussy…the fact
was I’d just shaved it that morning. I really didn’t know where to put myself.
I felt awkward…. embarrassed and wanted to run, hide, flee from the scene, but
knew that was impossible. I had nowhere to go or hide…this part I had not
entered into the equation, into my fantasy. In my fantasy it was all so very
straightforward, I would just lay back and take them one at a time and in the
end just calmly walk away…somehow I had the feeling it wasn’t going to be quite
like that.
“On the
block honey…as chapter president I get you first…then it’s order of seniority”
said Gus
I planted
my bum on the black leather block swung my legs around and lay on my back. It
felt warm against my skin from the hot sun…somehow very comforting and indeed
comfortable
“Come on
honey…you’ve been fucked before, get those lovely legs of yours open…spread
them wide apart, assume the position as they say….I want to see that lovely
cunt of yours”
I drew up
my knees and spread my legs apart….I took a deep breath and quietly said “Oh my
god”.
“One more thing
before we start sweetheart…I’m gona have Jeff video tape the first part…I want
you to tell the camera that you’re doing this of your own free will…don’t want
you shouting rape later on….ok?” he said
I nodded
that I understood.
Jeff stood
up to the block and pointed the camera at me. Now anyone who has had a mike
stuck in front of them and asked to speak into it knows what it’s like. I just
looked at the camera and froze…lost for words. I mean here I was…naked, lying
on a black leather bed/mattress in front of thirty pent up horny guys, about to
be fucked and I was lost for words.
“When
you’re ready honey…we want to get started….” Gus prompted me.
“Oh er yes”
I smiled at the camera, trying to make myself look more confident than I felt
“”I’m er Lisa, I’m here, er at the headquarters of the Gateway motor cycle
gang…I’m er…I’m…well what I want to say is, what I’m about to do with them….
I’m er doing of my own free will…. I’m…. I’m not being raped…that’s what I want
to say” I gave one final smile at the camera and turned my attention back to
Gus.
Whilst I’d
been giving my little confession for the benefit of the camera, Gus had
stripped off his leather pants and his jocks. He stood at the foot of the block
and all he had on was a T-shirt advertising Led Zeppelin. His arms and legs
were a mass of tattoos and he was holding and stroking what I could only
describe as one very fine piece of manhood…hard erect manhood… there was not
going to be any need to coax him into an erection…he was ready. I could see he
was proud of it and had every right to be…It stood upright like some giant of
the forest, rising from a thick mat of black pubic hair…at its base hung two
massive balls…balls that would contain his sperm…and that sperm would be
delivered to me in due course.
What I was
looking at was not an apparition, not part of my fantasies or thoughts…this was
real…what I saw before me was the real thing…I was about to be fucked with it
for real…not a fantasy and there was a further twenty nine to go. I heard the
leather creak and crinkle as he mounted the block and placed himself between my
wide-open legs. I felt the warmth of his body as he pressed against my thighs.
I gasped and jerked as he plunged his finger into my warm wet pussy, thrusting
back and forth, rubbing against my clit…getting me excited.
I let out a
soft moan “Oh god yes…yes” eyes closed, soaking up the euphoric feeling
“Oh
baby…baby you sure are ready for it, aren’t you…that’s one wet pussy just
asking for it”
I couldn’t
argue with him…he was right of course…I was ready for him…I wanted him and the
others as well…so bring them on.
I’d thought
that his next move would be to insert his penis inside me…but no. To my
surprise it was his warm mouth gorging on my slit, tongue delving into my inner
regions. I let out a yell “Oh my god Gus” lifting my hips upward and off the
mattress, I pushed myself as hard as I could onto his mouth and tongue, my
hands on his shaved head pulling him inward. I had no control over my feelings
as my head thrashed from side to side, reviling in euphoria
Having had
his fill of wet pussy he resumed to what I’d been brought here for.
He pushed
my legs apart and pointed his erect penis in my direction. I could see every
detail of it, every vein and blood vessel, the rounded head, the slit and eye
at the top, the eye from which his sperm would shoot forth and fill my pussy.
For the
next moment or so it was like slow motion…I remember being in a car accident
and seeing the other car in front of me, I knew it was going to happen, it was
all over in a trice, but some how time and action seemed to slow for those few
seconds, it was the same now. I saw him place the tip of his penis against the
lips of my eager pussy, the lips parting as the thick shaft was inserted then slowly swallowed up and vanishing
inside, until there was no more, his body was pressed hard against mine. I
couldn’t hear myself but I knew I’d gasped and cried out.
“Ahhhhh…..ohhhhhh.
Oh my god…. oh my god” when time caught up with me, his hips were already swaying
back and forth and he was ferociously thrusting into me…fast and deep.
“Oh my
god…I’m being fucked” I sighed, not intending for him to hear.
“Yes honey
you are…and before this night is out you’ll be well and truly fucked”
I gazed
straight up at the skylight; I remember how blue the sky seemed. I felt each
and every thrust he was making, the chatter and lured comments from the other
members. The air was filled with cigarette smoke and smells and all the time
Gus thrust and thrust and thrust. His hands were grabbing and squeezing at my
breasts, kneading them like bakers dough…mouth and tongue licking and suckling
my hardened nipples and all the time his arse rose and fell, rose and fell,
remorsefully pile driving his manhood, deep inside me. My hands gripping his
arms tightly, my legs now wrapped around his torso…I just hung on to him as our
bodies moved in unison with the thrusting of his cock.
This
encounter like all the following were not going to be long, lingering and
loving. This was just straightforward sex…. raw sex, fast, deep and furious.
The object was to fuck…fuck hard…cum, pull out and move on…. but right now it
felt good, this is what I’d come for, to enjoy, to feel the fury of it.
I shut the
sound of the other guys out, the chatter, the shouting and goading. I stared up
into the eyes of Gus…felt the swaying of his hips and ass between my legs, the
urgent thrusts…then I drifted back into my world of euphoria.
So
engrossed was I in this euphoria, it took me a moment or two to realize that Gus
had already cum, pulled out and was walking away from the block, holding his
arms high, like some world boxing champion, to the clapping and approval of his
mates. Already another member was kneeling between my legs, unzipping his fly,
pulling his trousers down and feeding me his hard manhood. This was how it was
going to be. I wouldn’t have to wait long between each guy, they were all up
erect and ready to go, as each climaxed and cum, there was no time wasted, each
would withdraw give a victory salute to their mates and move on. It all
happened so fast I was hardly aware that there had been a change over.
I gave no
gasp when the second guy entered me; Gus had opened me up. It was but a small
glitch and already the new guy was humping me hard, fast and deep. “Oh god…. oh
my god…number two” I murmured.
Had I kept
my eyes closed…it would almost seem like one long fuck, with one guy and minor
stoppages. But I didn’t keep my eyes closed. I watched as each one finished,
withdrew and the next one take his place, took in the vision of each and every
erection, sometimes taking hold of it and guiding it in.
Three
became four, then five, then six. The pointers on the clock moved on.
The faces
hovering above constantly changing, one with shaved head and bushy beard, one
with unruly mop of hair and bushy beard…all different. Tattooed arms or
foreheads, different designs, but all fucked and fucked hard and fast. My
breasts were grabbed squeezed and kneaded, nipples suckled and neck chewed at.
Bare arses continued to hump up and down between my legs.
I’d now
lost count…was it eight or ten…no it was eight…then again it might be ten.
I felt a
trickle of warm fluid run between my buttocks and drip onto the black leather
upholstery and I realized my pussy could hold no more cum and it was starting
to ooze out.
I turned my
head toward the bar, there was a chalk board with the number ten in large print
upon it…ten…ten, yes that’s it, this was guy number ten, this was how they kept
the tally, how the next guy knew when it was soon to be his turn. By the time
number fourteen was inside me I was feeling…well the only word that comes to
mind was …FUCKED. Fifteen was the half way mark and I started to wonder if I
would ever make it to thirty. I mean if it had been twenty, there would only be
another five or six…but god another fifteen seemed a huge mountain to climb.
When the fifteenth guy had finished I was so relived when Gus brought it to a
halt.
“We’ll give
you a brake now honey…take a shower…freshen up a little eh?” He didn’t know how
relieved I was right then…it had taken fifteen guys almost three hours…three
hours of none stop fucking.
The water
was hot and I delighted in the feel of it against my tired, bruised body. The
stench of male cum seemed to have entered every pour of my body. The leather
mattress had been smeared with cum and I’d dragged my ass through it as I’d
slid from the block…now the soap felt and smelt good as I gently, tenderly
washed between my legs and breasts.
I was
reluctant to leave the warmth of the shower, but knew I had no option; as I
dried myself I looked at the shattered mess in the mirror…god what had I let
myself in for. Bruises and marks were already showing, my breasts and thighs
showing the most and god my neck looked a mess…it was a mass of love bights…all
these marks and bruises were going to take days to go away. During those days
they would be a constant reminder of what I’d done tonight. I looked at the
image in the mirror and said
“God
Lisa…you’re nothing but a slut…just one big slut” and to be honest right then I
looked like one.
“Time
Lisa…let’s go…don’t want to keep the guys waiting” It was Gus, telling me it
was time to go.
When I
entered the room again, it was like entering an arena. The smells that had
pervaded before were still present and seemed even stronger to my senses.
Cigarette smoke, a bit of pot, stale beer and yes a subtle hint of male semen.
The leather mattress had been cleaned and wiped and everything was now set for
part two.
I lay on my
back and spread my legs. I now knew the routine. The light was starting to go,
the skylights weren’t as bright as they had been…soon it would be dark outside.
I looked at
the chalkboard and saw the number sixteen written upon it. I also took a glance
around the bar and hall. There now seemed an indifference in their attitude as
they slouched in chairs or against the bar, cans or bottles of beer in hand,
chatting and laughing. I mean hey…the guys were having fun…a relaxing beer or
two with your mates and if some silly bitch wanted some guys to fuck her…well
that was good…they were all willing to oblige her there…but mates and beer came
first.
The next
fifteen were definitely the hardest to contend with, the relief I’d felt from
the shower was only brief as once again they came at me, got inside me…this
time I was placed in a variety of positions. Strong hands holding me by the
ankles, legs held high or legs slung over shoulders as they pounded and humped
away. Face down butt up as they took me from behind…they just seemed to keep cuming…if
you’ll pardon the pun. I kept looking at the blackboard trying to will the
numbers upward, twenty two…twenty three. The darkness was now upon us as the
lights came on. Twenty eight…twenty nine and finally oh thank god thirty. I’d
been feeling like the marathon runners as the approached the finish line…only a
few yards to go. However thirty was not the final count. The thirtieth guy had
finished with me and I awaited to be told to go take another shower. I really
needed one this time, some had, instead of cuming inside me, had masturbated
the final and cum all over my body…the sticky stuff was all over me and I could
smell it.
There was
clapping from the guys and I looked to see a young guy make toward the “Block”
He looked out of place here and I didn’t want to know just how old he was.
“Spread
your legs again bitch…you’re not finished yet”
The look in
his eyes made me somewhat fearful. I had the feeling to disobey him was not a
wise choice.
I did as he
asked and once again spread the wide. As he viewed my well and truly fucked
pussy a wide wicked grin spread over his face.
“Nice cunt
ya got there woman” he drawled. He was the only one apart from Gus who stripped
out of his trousers and jocks, leaving his leather vest with patch on the back.
He seemed
so young; his skin was smooth and tight and only had a couple of tattoos upon
it. His face was also smooth and clear of all hair, but the erection he held
was all male.
“God…just
how old are you?” I asked
“Old enough
to fuck you, you slack bitch” came his reply, climbing and shuffling between my
open legs. His hands seemed cold as he pressed them against my thighs, pushing
my legs even further apart.
“I said
open your legs bitch…do you know what open your legs means?” he said coldly.
“Sorry…I’m
sorry” I said apologizing to him. For some reason the apology just came out
automatically…god why should I apologize to a young arrogant little prick like
this?
I’m no
sooner apologized than he was inside me, his tight smooth little ass going like
crazy…it was obvious I wasn’t his first and I sure as hell was not going to be
his last.
I tried
once more to be nice toward him “Oh god…you’ve done this before haven’t you” I
said and smiled at him.
His looked
was unrelenting, cold as he replied, “Yeh, well I get to fuck plenty of fucking
slut whores like you bitch”
I decided
it was a hopeless task, he wasn’t going to be nice in return…but I guess he was
right, I was a slut and probably a whore.
It seemed
he was going to go forever and I was praying he would just cum and cum soon.
“Come on
Denny…finish of lad…I think she’s had enough fucking for one night” It was the
voice of Gus.
“Yeh
dad…I’m almost ready to cum…. any moment now” he replied.
So this
Denny was the son of Gus…following in father’s footsteps eh?
He was
humping faster now. I knew he was ready to cum. I couldn’t avert his stare as
he looked into my eyes. His look was cold, devoid of any emotion. Like the
others before him, he’d squeezed and crushed my breasts…not tenderly but with a
brutish ferocity that hurt…he bit hard into my nipples and left more love bites
on my neck…. more than any of the others…it was as if he wanted to punish
me…humiliate me, but for what reason.
A cruel lop
sided smile spread over his face as he made one final thrust.
“There you
slack bitch…that’s all for you” he said, as he unloaded his seed. Then he
quickly withdrew, having no further use for me. Like his father and others
before him he left the pad, arms held high in victory and accomplishment, a
swagger in his stride.
I lay there
hoping and praying this was indeed the last…I’d gone that extra mile and now I
was exhausted in body and mind, male sperm continuing to ooze from me and onto
the leather padding.
I slung my
legs over the side and just sat there. I hardly had the energy to stand. Gus
came and sat beside me, arm around my shoulder.
“You did
well lass…I knew you would…you’re one of us now, and honorary member of the
chapter. I didn’t know whether that was good or bad…. but an honorary member I
was.
If the
first shower felt good, this one felt even better. My body had been hammered
and it knew it, the bruises were showing and my neck was a mess, a real mess,
it would look even worse by morning. When bikies fucked you, you knew you’d
been fucked.
Dressed and
smelling good again, that cold beer felt real good as it slid down my dry
parched throat. Flanked by Gus and a guy I had been introduced to as Red, apart
from soreness and bruising I felt remarkably good again. I cast a gaze around
the bar and room and couldn’t believe that all these guys had fucked me and of
course Gus’s arrogant little shit of a son, who was at this moment with a
couple of his older mates glaring at me…I wondered what it was that I had done
to curry so much animosity toward me…or was he like this with all women. Well I
wasn’t going to dwell upon it, it was his problem, let him deal with it.
“Big Red’s
gona be ya man Lisa”
I looked at
him, puzzled.
“Big
Red…he’s you’re guy, whenever you’re here visiting…he’s you’re man…you bed with
him”
I could see
why he was called big Red…he towered well above me…I felt small and
insignificant along side him…as would many of his mates. I wouldn’t want to get
on the wrong side of him. His head was shaved and he had a full bushy beard.
His arms well muscled and covered in tattoos, a swastika tattoo on his
forehead…I just knew that undressed his body would be a tapestry of tattoos,
there was nothing good looking or handsome about him…and this was my man…lucky
me. Somehow I had the feeling the only interest he would have in me was for
shagging purposes.
The clock
on the wall said midnight and I was getting tired, my body was now reacting to
the pummeling it had taken and I wanted to sleep.
“Er…where
to from here Gus…is my car back…I’d like to get going…I’m tired and would like
to grab some sleep” I said
“Tomorrow
morning…leave tomorrow morning, you’re car’s back here and ready…big Red fixed
it…now why don’t you show Red how appreciative you are…you two get to know each
other a little better and leave in the morning”
“I….” Gus
stopped me right there.
“Tomorrow
morning sweetheart…for now take a hike down the corridor to Reds room…get that
nice tight ass” he gave a chuckle at this point “Well I guess it’s not quite as
tight as it used to be…but get it into bed and wait for your man to come to
you…now scoot we have some serious drinking to do” he slapped my butt and
indicated I leave them.
I followed
the passage, looking for Red’s room. All the doors looked the same, I asked a
passing member which was his room, he smiled and pointed to it.
The room
looked like it needed some tidying up, a woman’s touch, obviously now my job.
Right now though I couldn’t care less. I undressed, flung back the rather
soiled bedclothes and flopped my naked aching body down.
I must have
gone straight to sleep, next thing I knew were groping hands fondling my body
and delving into my crevices…Red had come to bed. My bruised and battered body
was not really up to this right now. He rolled me on my back and climbed on
top. His mouth savagely seeking mine, forcing his warm wet tongue inside. I
could taste and smell the alcohol on him as we kissed. The thing pressing
against my thighs was warm and hard. I grimaced with pain as his hands squeezed
my breasts, his tongue now licking my ear he said.
“Open your
legs…let me fuck you woman”
I didn’t
need to be told twice…not with this guy. As my legs opened up for him, he
quickly pushed inside me, his ass just as quick to start humping.
“Oh my god
Red…take it easy” I pleaded.
“Yeh…you
like that honey…you like being fucked don’t you…but you like big Red best eh?”
“Yeh…yeh I
like it but just take it easy Red…you are a little rough” I replied
“Yeh and
rough is how you like it” he said, not easing up
He grunted
and groaned, thrust and pushed. The only good thing was that it was not going
to last long and I felt somewhat relieved when I heard him give one final
thrust and a grunt and knew that he was cuming. I’ve never been so relieved to
have a guy cum, having finished he rolled on his back and a moment later he was
snoring. I turned on my side and likewise fell into a deep sleep.
When I
awoke the bed was empty. The smell of freshly brewing coffee, bacon and eggs
was wafting through the building…I realized I was hungry…very hungry.
I sat up and
blinked at the strong morning sunlight streaming through the open window and
stretched and yawned. My body ached more than ever, but then that’s the way it
seemed to happen, the day after and my pussy felt soar and tender.
“How ya
feeling lass…sleep well” it was Gus.
I nodded
and said that I’d slept well but I was now feeling the effects of last nights
activities.
He laughed
and said it was to be expected. It wasn’t everyday I got to be fucked by thirty
guys.
“Just as
well” I replied “Besides it was thirty one not thirty…if I remember you’re son
had a hand in it as well”
He smiled
and said “Yeh…yeh that’s right…he did as well…was pretty good if I recall…bit
like his old dad yeh?”
“Yeh…I
guess he is” I was going to ask how old he was but decided I really didn’t want
to know, I had the feeling I wasn’t going to get the truth anyway.
“Well what
do I do now…do I get to go, or do you keep me locked up here with Red” I asked.
“Good
heavens lass you can leave anytime you want…we’re not here to make trouble for
anyone…or keep you against your will” He looked around the room. “Bit of a mess
isn’t it…why don’t you give your man’s room a tidy up and come and have a bight
to eat…you hungry yet?”
“I’m
ravenous” I replied.
“Come on
then…have a bight to eat first then the room”
By ten o
clock I’d eaten all I could and drank enough coffee to look like a coffee bean.
“My Mans” room as he called it was neat and tidy, probably by tomorrow it would
be as bad as it was when I first went to it.
My car was
standing all ready for me, washed and cleaned and tanked up. On the passengers
seat was my certificate.
“Yes that’s
your certificate…proof that you were gang banged…even gives the number of
members…thirty…yes I know should be thirty one…but thirty is pretty impressive
also…your member number 410, you can ride with us anytime you want…you will of
course have to ride with Red”
It was an
impressive looking document, fancy writing and all, and signed by Gus as
chapter President and Red vice president. I’ve since framed it and it stands on
the dresser in the lounge. I like to watch guests as they read it and look at
it in disbelief.
“Is this
for real Lisa…or are you having us on?”
“Oh it’s
for real” I’ll reply.
“God…thirty
of them…unbelievable” is often their reply.
Also there
was a manila envelope, containing full size coloured photo’s of myself and
various club members in…well, very compromising positions shall we say. The
other item was a DVD and you get no prizes for guessing what was on the DVD…I’m
sure you’d know.
When I left
the club premises I turned north, away from the city and headed back home
toward Buxton. Visiting my best friend just didn’t seem such a good idea right
now….I mean the mass of love bights alone were bad enough…far too many to have
been planted there by one person and I didn’t want to explain to her how I’d
come by them. I picked up my cell phone and rang her. Said the car had broken
down and I was having it repaired, would catch up with her in a week or two. I
was sure my “Injuries” would have healed by then.
I had
plenty of time to think and relive those arduous hours I’d spent with all those
guys. There were my fantasies, which made every thing seem quite easy and
exciting. I mean having a multitude of men fuck you…. ohhhhhh…. yes. I could always
shut off the illusion when I needed. Then there was the real thing, well I can
tell you that is completely different, spending almost six hours on a black
leather mattress, being continually screwed from every position…by
thirty…sorry…thirty-one guys…well it’s hard and soar work. I’d just keep to my
fantasies in future I told myself and I sang along to the melody playing on my
CD.
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Epilog
We humans
are strange creatures are we not? Nine months later here I was driving south
toward hot sun and sand. My “Injuries” had long healed and my fantasies were
just those, fantasies. I kept playing the DVD in the player and in my head…the
bad part about that evening diminishing with time, until I was telling myself
what a great night I’d had with them…my pants were getting a little wet at the
thought.
Angels Bay
looked beautiful this time of year. Blue clear skies and hot sun. The row of
Harley’s were all parked up in a neat row. Their owners wearing their club
patch “Southern Trash” lounged or lay on the grass, shading under the palm
trees. The sight of a tall bronzed long legged blond with mini skirt and tight
fitting top was too much to let pass by without some comments. I smiled at them
and engaged a couple in conversation…. big mistake
Now here I
am watching the heavily security doors close the world out. I see the heavy
bolts slammed in place and Garcia make his way toward me…smiling.
“Ok…Lisa…come
with me, let me show you around our humble abode first…we do boast a large
membership by the way”
“Ohhhhh….
shiiiit”