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Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Biker Gang" (gang MF MM) by Creampie Eater
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Date: Sun, 05 Nov 2006 15:10:01 -0500
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(c)2006 Creampie Eater, all rights reserved. No posting without prior
permission.

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an
adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read
something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that
are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you
know it. Even so, caveat lector.

Please be aware that there is male-male content!

NOTES:

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Creampie Biker Gang
-------------------

I was bit by the motorcycle bug years ago.  I rode as a young'n, but I
was married when I wanted to take it up again.  My wife at the time
forbade me from getting a motorcycle, lest I die before my kids grew
up.

Now that I am free again and have a supportive fiancé, I decided to
get me a bike.  When I say Janie is supportive, I mean it!  She paid
for me to take riding classes, and when I still held back after
getting my license, she bought me a helmet!  I love this woman!

These last few months I have been riding solo, starting with a smaller
bike before moving up to a Dyna Wide Glide.  A few weeks ago, I
started letting Janie ride the pillions, and we've been having a
blast!  The cooler weather makes it almost perfect to make a Saturday
run out to a roadhouse to drink and sober up before riding home.

The other cool thing about Janie is that she is a very willing
participant in our swinging lifestyle.  In fact, she is often the one
who suggests its time to "meet friends", as she puts it.  Most of
those meetings end up with our playing with other couples, but
sometimes we play with larger groups.

Combining those two hobbies--motorcycles and swinging-- came
naturally.  I discovered that we had a very active chapter of SOB --
Swingers On Bikes.  In their meetings, this group spends about equal
time on their bikes and in their beds (or picnic tables or wherever).
The very idea of riding home on our bike after a bout of fucky/sucky
led to some wickedly good sex with my honey.

We scanned their membership via the web, and found several of our
playmates were members.  I thought that would make membership a
shoe-in, but I was wrong.

I broached the subject with Jeff and Marj, one of our closest friends
in the lifestyle.  We were at a dance club, and Jeff looked around
quickly to make sure no one was listening in.  "Dude, you have to go
through the initiation," he told me.

How hard could that be?  I looked at Janie, who seemed to share my
thoughts.  "We're game," I said.

Marj looked at us with a bemused expression.  "Do you know what the
initiation even is?" she asked.

"I don't," Janie admitted.  She looked at me.  "Do you?"  I shook my
head.  When I was a kid, the legend was that the Hells Angels made new
members eat the Head Bitch's pussy while she was on the rag, but
surely that wasn't the case with SOB.

"You have to prove you're open to sex with the members," Jeff said as
quietly as the throbbing music would allow.  "You have to demonstrate
it," he emphasized.

"Meaning what?" I asked.

"Well, Janie would have to take all the guys who are at the meeting,
at least once," Marj said.  Her eyes had the slightly glazed look of
someone fondly recalling a good experience.  I saw that Janie had also
noted the expression.

"And I have to fuck the girls?" I asked, pretty optimistically.

"Oh, I don't think so," Jeff laughed.  Marj giggled too, but neither
of them would explain the secret proceedings.

"Oh!  And the tattoos!" Marj suddenly exclaimed.  She told us there
was a gang tattoo we'd have to get before we were full members.  Later
that night, we got to see theirs.  Both wore them on their ass cheeks,
a stylish "SOB" in script.

As I licked Marj's fuckhole, I couldn't help but imagine how it would
have been after being banged by a gang.  I daresay I was a little more
eager an eater than usual.

It took about a month of arranging before we had our initiation party.
 The SOB chapter had a meeting at a roadhouse beforehand, so Janie and
I arrived last.  We pulled up, the Dyna roaring loudly with the new
pipes I'd had installed for the occasion.  We looked at each other,
because there were far more bikes there than we'd thought.

"I hope these aren't all SOB riders," I told Janie.  There must have
been 30 bikers there, not counting passengers.

"Me too," she said, taken aback by the thought of taking 30 guys.  I
looked at her sympathetically, knowing that no red-blooded man could
resist her charms like she looked.

Since it was getting a little cooler, the new leather we bought lent
us warmth while hiding Janie's sexy underthings.  Under her chaps were
her sexy legs in fishnet stockings.  Under her jacket was a nearly
see-through long-sleeve top.  She took off her head kerchief, and
fluffed out her hair.  She looked fucking hot.

Jeff and Marj had agreed to sponsor us, and came out to greet us.
Marj took Janie aside for a brief pep talk (I thought) while Jeff
handed me a beer.

"Ready buddy?" he asked, tipping back his long neck.

"I think so," I said.  I had mentally prepared for the vision of my
fiancé taking on man after man.  I was as ready as I could be to see
it.

"Good," he smiled.  "Hey, meet Ernie and George," he said.

Now, Ernie was massive and George was larger.  Both guys were easily 6
feet tall and 250 pounds.  Each was bald with the stereotypical biker
mustache.  They looked like the kind of bar bouncer no one would mess
with.  When I put out my hand to greet Ernie, he took it in his
massive mitt of a hand.  Then he squeezed and bent my arm behind my
back.

My brain first registered, "OUCH" and then came to the conclusion that
I was in serious trouble.

Ernie pushed me through the bar and past the pool tables, taking me
into a back room while George flew as his wingman.  I saw a half dozen
men in there, some of whom I knew.  One guy was half of a couple that
Janie and I had actually played with.

Again, my brain was slow to react.  First, I registered that these
were the guys who were going to fuck Janie.  Then I realized that they
were already nude.  Finally, I saw that each was milking his dick.  I
was still processing that when Ernie pushed me to the floor and George
grabbed my hair.  Suddenly, there was the whiff of cock sweat and I
instinctively opened my mouth.

Now, those who've read my stories know that I am orally bi.  I enjoy a
little cocksucking from time to time, and it says so on our swing
site's profile.  I've also written stories about guys fluffing in a
gangbang.  All that goes out the window when you are not given time to
think before being forced to blow your peers.  I could only think
about catching my breath between dudes and feeling the cock getting
stiff in my mouth.  It was damn intense.

At some point, they brought Janie in and let her watch for a moment
before laying her on a couch and starting the fucking.  At that point,
I was allowed to stand and watch.  Jeff was first, easing her into the
fucking with a nice deliberate stroke that opened her up.  Everyone
was smiling at Janie's pleasured reaction.

"She's fucking hot," someone said.  I realized it was a woman's voice,
and turned to see that Marj was standing next to me, along with women
I presumed to be partners of the men.

"She really is," I agreed as Janie began the loud moaning that I adore.

We watched for a moment longer, before Marj said that Janie was being
a bit noisy.  She undertook the obvious solution of moving over and
straddling Janie's face, muffling her with her, uh, muff.

I watched, slowly stripping off my clothes as I did.  Jeff was now
giving her a good strong fucking.  Another guy stepped forward and
announced that he was next.  He looked at me and crooked a finger.
"C'mon and get me ready."

So that was how it was.  I fluffed the men before they took turns
fucking Janie.  Their ladies all had a turn on Janie's face at the
same time.  More often than not, the hubbies would screw their
partners after pulling out of my baby.

This went on for quite a while, and eventually devolved into a general
swing scene.  Guys moved from fucking their own girls to fucking other
ladies in the group.  I didn't have to fluff after a while, because
they all stayed hard.  I even got a turn with Janie, feeling how
sloppy-open her gaping canal now was.  I felt like I could drive my
big twin cylinder down her dark tunnel!

Suddenly, I heard the gasping sound of a man about to cum and I turned
to watch.  "Fuck! Fuck!" he grunted, arching his back and shoving his
dick deep inside his current partner.  I smiled, always pleased to see
someone cumming hard.

My pleasure was brief, for strong arms grabbed me and pulled me and
dragged me to the couch.  It was George, who had taken time out from
screwing a lucky lady (he had a schlong in proportion with his large
frame!) to put me in place for the final initiation rite.

I watched apprehensively as the cummer pulled out of his skinny and
heavily tattooed partner.  George helped her to her feet and led her
to me.  She slid a leg over my head just as a wad of cum popped out of
her like a gooey Santa from a hairy Christmas chimney.  Before I could
mutter ho ho ho, her unshaven muff was planted on my mouth so that I
was licking her like reindeer lick the sugar that kids leave on their
mantle with care.

I could only imagine the cringes my fellow bikers felt as I cleaned up
the facesitting lady.  Even though I admitted to bi-openness on my
profile, I've never disclosed my status as creampie author and
connoisseur.  For all they knew, I was laying there revolted and was
performing my initiation under duress.  Little did they realize how I
relished the task.  I munched her to a nice sloppy orgasm, grinning a
creamy smile and noting that her gang tattoo was also on her ass
cheek.

I ate well over half the creampies made that evening, with Janie
cleaning up a couple.  I'll not forget watching her taking George's
massive meat in her steamy snatch while Ernie first fucked and then
creamfilled the girl that Janie was clit-sucking.  The cum-oyster
slopped out of the girl's stretched cunt and straight into my fiance's
mouth.  I was aroused and envious in equal measure.

That night we were voted in as members of the local SOB chapter.  It
was a memorable evening, not the least of which was because Jeff had
to drive my bike home for me while Janie and I rode facedown in the
back of his suburban.  Our new tattoos made sitting in a saddle a bit
too painful!

----
Note: Thanks to Cuckold Paul for the very bad creampie simile. I
appreciate his award-winning entry and hereby use it to honor him.

Comments, good and bad, are always appreciated.

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