But Vladimir wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. He got on top of me from behind, spreading my legs open wide. I gasped as I felt his cock pressing against my wet, still throbbing pussy.
“Wait,” I said weakly but he either didn’t care or didn’t notice.
He plunged his cock into me, taking me hard from behind. In that moment, I was no longer a virgin. I gasped as a jolt of pain shot through my body before subsiding into pleasure. Gripping my hips hard and grunting, he pressed his cock all the way in, up to the hilt, burying it in my young, formerly virgin body.
“Well, if you don’t just have the tightest goddamned cunt in the world,” he grunted as he slid his length out before driving it back into my wet depths. I groaned as I pressed my hips back, taking him into my pussy, loving the way he pounded me—so much like an animal, driving his cock single-mindedly into my aching hole. He was fucking me raw but I didn’t even care. I wanted him to pound me, to rip me apart and make me his.
“Harder! Harder!” I moaned, squeezing my tits and moaning like a whore as he pumped deeper and deeper into me.
I whimpered and shuddered as he dug his thickness into my tightness, our bodies melding as one while he rode me. He was riding me as if I were a bike, I realized, making my body obey him just like a motorcycle would.
I moaned and let out a shriek in pleasure as his cock pressed against the walls of my pussy. He was stretching me apart in the most painfully delicious and agonizing way possible.
“You’re just fucking insatiable, Londyn,” he growled in my ear, catching my ear lobe with his teeth and biting it hard—hard enough to draw blood. I gasped and threw my head back, arching my body and feeling his cock slide inside of me, shuddering and moaning as he pounded me.
He even slid a finger into my asshole from behind, eliciting the most pathetic of moans from my lips.
“No,” I whimpered. “I’ve never had anything back there before…”
My pathetic, slutty young moans only got louder and louder as he worked his cock into my pussy, over and over. I must have already drained his dick completely of cum because it didn’t seem like he was going to explode inside of me any time soon.
To my amazement, I was getting closer and closer to another orgasm. I felt my body start to shudder, each thrust, each agonizing skewering bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
His finger inside of me seemed to be scratching an itch I didn’t even know I had. I whined and shuddered before finally cumming, my pussy spasming around his cock and my asshole clenching and unclenching at his finger.
“Vladimir, fuck!” I moaned, writhing beneath him. “I’m… I’m cumming! You’re making me cum!”
He just laughed in triumph, driving his cock into me harder and faster. I began to cry: the feelings were so intense, the pleasure so insane.
My spasming pussy was penetrated over and over again, in spite of the almost painful pleasure erupting from it.
Finally, he seemed to have reached his limit. I felt him grip me hard by the hips and drive into my pussy one last time before gasping and delivering his hot load. I shrieked all over again as I felt him cum inside of me: stream after stream of hot, sticky cum flooded my pussy.
He wasn’t even wearing a condom! I was briefly terrified but then, I pushed those thoughts out of my head. Who cared if I got pregnant?
I felt as if I belonged to Vladimir now and I didn’t give a damn what he did with me, so long as he enjoyed my body, so long as he continued to dominate me just like this…
Sliding out of my throbbing, aching pussy, Vladimir finally allowed me to relax. My body all but collapsed and I sighed, staring up at the ceiling of the tent.
Every inch of my body seemed to speak to the intensity of the sex. My very being groaned inwardly at how strong and hard the fucking had been. But, as I soon learned, it was not over yet…
He reached over and grabbed me by the hair. I shrieked in delight, savoring his roughness.
“Suck,” he ordered, pressing my soft lips to his hot, cum covered cock. I was only too eager to devour his cock once more and I took his hot, sloppy, flaccid member in my mouth, gobbling him down hungrily. I felt him grow in my mouth, getting bigger and bigger, growing harder and harder…
And soon, he was at his full length again. I gasped, realizing that he had grown huge once again inside of my mouth, practically inside of my throat. I pulled off his dick and gave the tip a great, big, slobbery kiss.
I saw something dark flash in Vladimir’s eyes.
“Come with me,” he ordered, starting to stand up.
“Wait, let me get my clothes on,” I replied, started to grab for my shirt.
I assumed he wanted to go have sex outside—something I was not opposed to, considering how hot and humid the tent had become.
The smell of sex and body fluids hung thick in the air. He shook his head, however.
“No. No clothes for you.”
“What? No, Vladimir, I—“
But he grabbed me hard by the hair. I squealed and followed him as he dragged me out of the tent to the dying bonfire. A few of the Jester Kings were still up and they watched me in rapt silence, gazing on my nude, well-fucked body.
Tears fell from my eyes as Vladimir led me to a motorcycle: a huge, vicious looking machine, almost like an animal made of steel. He forced me over it, my pussy pressed against the seat and my ass in the air, pointing toward the rear of the machine.
In a moment, before I knew what was happening, Vladimir produced a pair of handcuffs and lashed my wrists to the handles of the bike.
“Vladimir!” I screamed. “What are you doing?”
“Just getting you ready to go for a ride,” he growled, straddling the bike from behind. He spread my ass cheeks and spat onto my tight hole. I gasped, whimpering and wiggling my butt.
“What are you doing?!” I demanded to know once more. But still, he said nothing—merely spat onto my ass again and plunged his fingers into my tight hole. I whimpered, taking his two fingers and shuddering as he spread me open wide with them.
“I’ve never had anything back there…” I whined. “Not there… Please…”
“Please what?” he demanded, grabbing me hard by the chin and forcing my head back to look at him.
He could see the fear in my eyes and I knew that just made him want me more. My curvy ass beckoned him, wiggling in spite of my fear, my asshole clenching and unclenching around his fingers.
“Please don’t fuck me in the ass,” I whimpered. He continued, in spite of my protests, to finger my back hole.
“Your mouth says no but your body says yes,” he informed me. And he was right. Even though I was afraid, I wanted him to slide his thickness inside my ass, to rip me apart from behind. I wanted to cross this last bridge with him, to submit fully to him and become his.
“You’re getting it in the ass whether you want it or not,” he growled in my ear. “You belong to me and this isn’t a joke. You are fucking mine.”
Those words sent deliciously erotic thrills and chills down my spine. I felt his fingers finally slide out of my tightness, only to be replaced with his thick cock at the entrance to my ass.
He pressed hard into me and I let out a loud, pathetic moan, whimpering as the tight ring of muscle guarding my inner chamber gave way and allowed him inside. I threw my head back and shrieked, groaning as he penetrated me.
“Vladimir! Yes! Fuck my ass!” I moaned. “Pound my asshole!”
“Well, you changed your tune quickly…” Vladimir muttered approvingly, pressing deeper into my ass.
It hurt bad but I loved it. I loved every second of it. I loved feeling the veins and ridges of his cock press into the tight, abused walls of my inner hole.
I loved the way my body clenched at him involuntarily, trying its best to keep him out, and I loved the way he dominated me, gripping me hard by the hair as he overcame my body’s resistance and forced himself inside of me.
In that moment, I was truly his. I felt like
I belonged to him, like I belonged to the Jester Kings MC. In fact, I even found myself pressing my ass back against him, trying to take his thick shaft into my ass, deeper and deeper.
“Please, Shade…” I moaned. “I need it!”
Finally, he was completely buried in my tight back hole. I felt his pulse, throbbing in his cock inside of my ass.
My body ached deliciously and slowly, he began to pull out of me. I gasped at the sudden absence of meat inside of me, only to shriek as he drove his cock back into me.
“Harder!” I groaned. “Faster! Fuck the shit out of me!”
I pressed my hips back into him in time with his thrusts, receiving his cock into my tight, abused hole faster and faster, his shaft all but ripping me apart. The fucking was intense but even as tears leaked out of my eyes, I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
Each one of his powerful thrusts drove my pussy into the bike seat, rubbing it deliciously and making me whine and shudder in delight.
Finally, I felt my body give in to the pleasure. With a shriek, I was cumming, the fire that had been building in my belly exploding through my veins and spreading across my entire body. I felt like my very flesh was on fire, burning up into ashes of pleasure and delight.
My ass spasmed around Vladimir’s cock, clenching and unclenching as he unleashed his own orgasm. I shrieked until I was hoarse, my lips straining at my own moans as my body struggled to stay conscious. His seed flooded my ass and he gripped me tight, groaning and grunting like an animal as he unleashed his hot cuminside of me.
“That was incredible…” I sighed as he finally slid out of me. “I’m going to sleep well tonight.”
“Oh, you’re not sleeping…” Vladimir growled in my ear. “I’m going to share you with the whole camp.”
Communion
My eyes widened. All the Jester Kings? I had no idea how many there were but the thought of them all having a go at me, each one getting a chance to sample my hot, curvy young flesh… It filled me with terror and desire simultaneously.
“Boys, there’s fresh meat out here on my bike,” Vladimir called out. “I made an oath when I joined y’all that what’s mine is yours, so come on and enjoy!”
“Vladimir…” I whimpered, looking up at him with tears in my eyes.
“You gotta’ understand, we share everything… It’d be wrong if I didn’t share you…”
The Jester Kings came out of their tents slowly, shaking off sleep. A number of them had been stroking their cocks, I noticed, and they were already hard. Of course, they had heard me being fucked, heard my moans and my screams. They’d been imagining doing this to me themselves. No, in fact, they had been waiting to do it to me. They knew they’d have their chance as long as they waited. And now, they were going to use me however they wanted!
In the dim campfire light, I saw one of them approach me. It was Roy. He grinned and leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips before straightening up and pressing his hardness against my lips. I opened my mouth willingly, gasping a little as he plunged his cock deep into me, down my throat.
Someone else was behind me. I expected to feel a cock deep in my ass or pussy but instead, I felt someone’s tongue running over my wet, throbbing pussy lips. I whimpered around the cock in my mouth as the talented tongue flicked my hungry, sensitive lips, sliding up and down and dipping inside my tight, wet love canal before drifting down to pleasure my clit.
I squeezed my eyes shut, starting to bob my head steadily on the thick cock in my mouth, gobbling it down obediently, letting my hot tongue run over Roy’s fat shaft, tracing the outline of his cock while my pussy was pleasured.
The flicking tongue teasing my clit drove me wild and I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to press my crotch against the bike, grinding into the seat or back toward the hot tongue that seemed intent on digging the pussy juices out of my aching hole.
Before long I was cumming, moaning around Roy’s cock as my pussy squirted, a flood of hot girl juices gushing out of my tight hole. I let Roy slide himself deeper into my mouth than even Vladimir had been, gagging ever so slightly as he groaned and came, spilling his hot, sticky cum into my awaiting throat.
Someone mounted me from behind, pressing his cock into my pussy from behind and taking me like a bitch. I felt like a dog in heat, offering myself up to all the beasts in the neighborhood. I moaned as I took the cock from behind, feeling it tear into my sore pussy and pound me relentlessly.
Whoever was fucking me from behind decided to play with my sore ass, teasing and tickling my aching hole. Roy slid his dripping cock out of my mouth, only to be replaced by another one shortly thereafter.
Before long, I was deep throating cock after cock. I had gotten good at bringing them to orgasm fast using my tongue to swirl around the heads of their cocks and gripping their shafts with my lips.
The cock in my pussy unleashed a flood of cum before long and after that, it was one long, sweaty blur of sex and cum. I was used over and over and I shrieked onto cock after cock, moaning and finding myself used like a sex toy. And I loved it. I loved the way these rough men touched me, the way they used me. They were truly brothers who shared everything. I could tell they respected me as Vladimir’s woman but at the same time, they used me like they would use one of his tools, taking their pleasure in me, shooting their hot, sticky loads into me, gripping my young tits and playing with my asshole as they came in my cunt or mouth. And to think, only this morning, I had been a normal, innocent school girl. Now, I was most certainly that no longer! I wasn’t sure what I was but I knew I belonged to the Jester Kings MC and no one else… My old life was over.
~
The next morning, I awoke, my body throbbing and sore. They had taken me off the bike and laid me in the tent alongside Vladimir. He grinned at me as my eyes fluttered open.
“You slept like a rock after we finished with you,” he commented, scratching my head. I groaned and rolled over, refusing to look at him.
“You let them all do what they wanted with me. I’ve never felt so used in my life,” I said. I was being serious but I sounded much angrier than I really was.
“You know how it is,” Vladimir said seriously. I could feel his powerful gaze on my back, drilling into the back of my head. “Being part of a motorcycle club, it’s not like being on your high school track team. It’s a brotherhood. If one of my brothers wanted to ride my bike, I’d let him, just like he’d let me ride his. And if I have a woman…”
“Then you let them all ride her as much as they want?”
He shrugged.
“That’s how it’s always been. If you want to run with us, then you have to get used to it.”
My eyes widened. “Run with them?”
“You’d let me run with you guys? Could I have my own bike?”
He grinned.
“You’ll have to learn to ride but, you know, I don’t see why not… So long as you’re safe.”
My fantasies of being a biker girl came back. I wouldn’t just ride on the back of Vladimir’s bike—I’d have one of my own, being a full member and his woman. My belly tingled with excitement at this thought. How was that for a college plan, Mr. Wilson?!
“My parents would never let me,” I said with a sigh.
“You’re eighteen, aren’t you? Do you have to do what your parents say anymore?”
Strictly, no. I shrugged.
“I… I don’t know. I’ve never done something like this.”
“I think you just did. Last night.”
Did I really want to give up my comfortable, easy life in exchange for the exciting motorcycle club life? I pondered it over in my head. Up until yesterday, my life had been so well-planned out. Nothing would have surprised me: I would have gone to college, and then graduate school—law school or medical school, perhaps. Then, I would have gotten a great job, gotten married, had kids, and the cycle would have continued. But now…
“I’ll do it. There’s just… There’s someone I want to ta
ke care of first.”
~
We waited outside St. Benedict’s for Mr. Wilson. When he finally emerged from the school. He looked worried, as well he should have. He probably knew damned well that I hadn’t shown up for school and he would have had to explain to my parents where I had gone. I wondered what he had told them? Well, we were about to find out.
We followed at a distance, keeping several blocks behind him as he drove home. Finally, he pulled into a small apartment complex off the highway two towns over. I was particularly delighted to see that he lived in a tiny, filthy, run down building—alone, almost definitely.
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