Gang Heat: The Bundle (Unprotected Force)

by Nadia Nightside

  They all came at different times. Tank came first, squeezing her tits hard. His load spurted out hot and heavy all over her face and—knowing she had to be a good girl, or else she wouldn’t have her Axle anymore, Leanne did just like she had with her man and licked up as much of it as possible.

  As soon as Tank stepped aside, he was replaced. Malcolm came down almost immediately, his cock brimming with turgidity, and shoved himself into her mouth hard.

  That changed the whole distribution of body weight, and Leanne clenched her asshole tight on Yorkshire’s cock. This proved too much for him, and within moments his huge cock was shooting hot goo up inside of her body, spraying her with his white seed everywhere.

  Leanne had never felt cum there before, but it felt amazing. She was so full, so warm, so complete.

  Slowly, giving an absent, appreciative rub to Leanne’s tight young beautiful body, Yorkshire slipped out from under her.

  Axle, though, took his time about cumming. He was a Man. He was the Man, and he didn’t want any of these others to outdo him. Even as Gardener got on top of Leanne and ripped off her blouse, shoving his cock between the fat valley of her tits, Axle still fucked her.

  Her body was being used in every way that a woman's could. There was no doubt left in the minds of these dangerous bikers who she actually belonged to. There was no way she would ever be the property of any other man—she was theirs entirely.

  Fucking her tits so hard, Gardener could hardly contain himself.

  “She's so fucking nice,” he kept muttering. “Such a fucking good girl.”

  It was all Leanne had ever wanted to hear from Axle's friends. They would make sure he stayed with her from now on. She felt so safe, so secure with all of these big men there to protect her.

  She could feel Malcolm and Gunner both tightening up, needing to cum in her. She welcomed their spray, wanted to feel them all over her body. So she slipped her mouth off Malcolm and started jerking him off.

  With this happening, when Gardener came all over her face, Malcolm did too. Their cum sprayed all over the angelic beauty’s face as one. She was lathered in the delicious, perfect substance, her beautiful body so clearly made for pleasing their cocks.

  It was only then—after showing how much more of a fucking Man he was than the others—being able to fuck this angel for so much longer and so much harder than any of his friends, that Axle —finally, finally Axle came deep inside her pussy.

  His load was thick and warm. There was more density to it than any other man there. She hoped this was the load that would finally make her pregnant.

  He exited her, patting her leg and breathing hard. All the men looked at her with a kind of reverence. None of them had seen any woman take their fucking like she just had.

  “That was great, boys,” she giggled, stretching out her body. “Who’s up for round two?”

  Of course they all were. The plane still had several hours to land.

  * * * * *

  A week later, Axle swung by Leanne’s place. It was nearly empty now—all her boxes had been moved over to his house, and they were just waiting for the last of the furniture to be moved before the move-in was official.

  She looked smashing, as she always did. In something of a little private joke between them, she wore the same outfit that she had the night of their fight—her skintight boots highlighting those long perfect legs. Sprayed-on cut-offs displaying her ass. A tight t-shirt doing nothing to hide her amazing tits, and a leather jacket—the one change, because it had The Razor’s Edge written on it now—on her back.

  “How do I look, babe?” she giggled, sliding onto his lap as he parked his bike.

  “You know you look fantastic.”

  Leanne tittered happily, leaning in for a long kiss with her love. She really did. No one looked as fantastic as a girl who was owned so completely by her Man.

  # # #

  Gang Heat: The Cheerleader

  The locker room was flooded with the heavy, musky scent of their pheromones. The whole team surrounded the young cheerleader, and she was aching for even more of them to give her a try.

  There were so many of them...and just one of her. Just one pussy, just one tight hot beautiful-bodied babe to please all of them. That was the ratio she wanted.

  So many had entered her already. More than she had ever thought possible. Her tight, hot, toned fertile body was stuffed full of their cum. It leaked down from her holes to the floor and yet still she wanted more, more, more.

  She was made for all these hard bodied men. That was clear now. No one else could take them like she could. No one but her could handle so many athletes all at once with their huge cocks and rock hard bodies.

  It was everything she didn't know she always wanted.

  And for that...she was glad.

  But she hadn't started the day this way. No, she'd had to be taught how to behave for these men...she had to learn that her true role was to serve their cocks however they wanted.

  * * * * *

  Stella was ready to turn in her v-card for good. She was hot, she was young, she was a cheerleader, and she was in college—there was no real reason any longer for her to be a virgin other than the fact that she hadn’t managed to get some stud into her bed.

  That was part of the problem, that last part, that stud part. Stella knew she could be a bit vain. She was, if she was being truly honest, a lot vain much of the time.

  She felt she was a good-looking young woman—sexy, even—and she didn’t want to sleep with just any college-going schlub. She had been a cheerleader for almost all of her life, starting in grade school with cheering on the pee-wee sports leagues. For the past six years of her life, she had been a cheerleading captain, first at high school and now during her second year in college.

  So, the entirety of her formative years, she had spent watching football players. Appreciating them. Admiring them. Developing crushes and intricate fantasies, and once she was old enough, those fantasies evolved.

  There were many variations of the base fantasy, but the most popular one had her being caught in her cheerleading outfit in a locker room and getting fucked raw—totally bareback, with complete risk of impregnation—by a quarterback stud. Usually, he was still in his uniform, shoulder pads and all. Of course it was unlikely for a man to fuck particularly well in such a get-up. The helmet alone ruined any real attempts at intimacy.

  But then, intimacy wasn’t what it was all about for Stella.

  She didn’t want a long, loving, happy-with-joyful-tears sessions of lovemaking with soft, gentle strokes of a cock and the other guy asking her constantly if it was okay, if it was too much. She’d overheard that kind of virgin sex from her stay in a dorm her freshman year and she did not want it part of her life, thank you very much.

  No, she wanted a real fucking. Hard fucking. A fuck so hard that she wouldn’t be able to get up and walk the next day without feeling like she had been hit by a car. That was Stella’s fantasy. She wanted to be destroyed by some stud’s cock.

  She wanted to be owned and dominated, without a question left in her mind as to what it was, exactly, to lose one’s virginity. Her first time having sex would start the conversation of her erotic life with a fucking exclamation point, and she would accept nothing less.

  And so, with that desire burning on overdrive in the back of her mind for what was probably years, one Saturday morning, she decided she would make it all come true.

  The decision wasn't that sudden—the decision to make it happen had been boiling over in her head for weeks now. But the metaphorical lusty waters were finally pooling over her pot, and there was no way to stop her from living out this dream any longer.

  It was August, hot outside and unearthly cool inside with the A/C constantly on full power. She lived in a small apartment not far from the Western University campus with one roommate who she barely saw—another student who worked night shifts at a package delivery service and had classes all day long. Stella wasn’t sure
when the girl actually slept.

  Stella made sure she had plenty of rest every night—the full eight hours, just as doctors recommended. Her body was important to her—it was her tool, her ticket to success. She had her eyes on the prize at all times; her goal was to eventually be a cheerleader at the professional level, and after that maybe move on to coaching. As such, she dieted with precision (food scale and all) and exercised daily. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were boxing lessons, with Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays hot yoga. Sundays she was content to do Yin Yoga, which was just sort of heavy breathing in maybe five positions in an hour—a great way, she had been instructed, to restore her system. And that was all on top of her classes (which she passed with some colors, though none of them were flying) and practicing four times a week with her squad.

  Her body, as a result, was in tip-top physical conditioning at all times. Her abs were hard and defined, though she still retained an attractive layer of flesh around them so that she didn't have some “bodybuilder” look. Her ass was a shelf. Her arms were toned with lean, hard muscle.

  That Saturday morning was particularly hot outside, and Stella could feel all of the sun in her skimpy outfit. She had done more than dress to impress—she had dressed to get fucked—and every part of her clothing choices reflected that fact.

  Today she had on a short, stretchy skirt made of a thin red material that lovingly slid halfway down her long tanned thighs. The fabric meshed well with the tight black zip-up short-sleeved sweater she had on. The zipper to the sweater sparkled gold just under her neck, presenting an easy and obvious tug to the mammoth mammaries beneath.

  As she wanted to get fucked by a football stud, it was a football stud she had arranged to meet—Ryan, who she had known loosely for about a year.

  She was to meet Ryan in the library, as they had arranged the night before over a series of quick texts. She had told him she wanted to study, which was sort of true. It’s just that she didn’t want to study for the American History test they both had upcoming the next week like she implied—she wanted to study his thick cock inside of her hot teenage body.

  Ryan was tall, blonde and cute, a fourth-year receiver for the offense. On another team, at another college, he would have already been a likely MVP for the upcoming football season that started in just a few weeks.

  Unfortunately for Ryan—or maybe it was fortunately?—he was on the same team as Luke “Mountain” Maxon, who in any given year would be taking every MVP award there was.

  Stella was, frankly, a little scared of Luke Maxon, which was probably why she hadn’t asked him out instead of Ryan, even though she definitely had an enormous crush on him (like probably the rest of the school). She still wanted his cock, but he was the sort of man you worked your way up toward. Having him for a first lay would be like climbing Mt. Everest for your first afternoon hike.

  Stella was on first-name basis with every member of the football team on purpose. Part of the cheerleaders’ duties were to make signs for each player and hang them on their lockers before the games. This was their duty because Stella had made it so—and she was the one who personally went around to each player and gathered information so that their signs would be adequately personalized. Of course, she was also gathering other information—height, weight, her rating of attraction to them, and their probable dick size based on her best guess.

  Stella was nothing if not thorough. She wanted her first time to be completely under her control, right down to the last detail.

  During that time, she had handed out her number to the guys she thought were the cutest and the most likely to fuck her wild. None of them denied the number from the blue-eyed, hot-bodied vixen with the 36D tits popping out of her teensy tiny barely-appropriate outfits.

  She and Ryan met on the fourth floor of the college library. In the morning, on a Saturday, not many other students had woken up yet enough to actually start studying. Most of them were probably hungover. Stella hardly drank. She got enough intoxication from thinking about cock.

  “Hey, Stella,” said Ryan, eyeing her monumental body up and down with open admiration.

  “Hi, big guy.” She stepped in close and squeezed her body—especially her over-sized tits—against the thick muscles of his bicep. “You’re looking fit today.”

  “Oh...” he laughed nervously, glancing at her bulging mound of titflesh. “Thanks. Coach has us training pretty much nonstop.”

  He gestured toward the table where his backpack was sprawled out, materials spread everywhere. “Should we get started?”

  “Sure!”

  After he sat down, she sat down on the chair right next to his. Her posture was picture perfect, chest up and out, legs crossed. Her legs were long and one of her favorite features about herself—they let guys know she wasn’t just a pretty face and some huge tits. She was the whole package.

  “So,” said Ryan, obviously trying hard not to look at her legs, “I though we might start with the Gilded Age. There’s this whole haze in the middle of it for me...”

  Stella smirked. “Yes, Rutherford B.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Never mind.” She put a hand on his arm. She wasn’t exactly interested in him for his smarts. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure, Stella.”

  “Do you think I’m attractive?”

  There was a way to approach this entire situation with stealth and subtlety. To slowly ease her way into having a cock shoved forcefully up her cunt. In her fantasies, her deepest fantasies that she would hardly admit, the cock was unprotected and so was she, and with a hot body like hers, breeding was almost a guarantee.

  But Stella had little interest in being subtle right now. She was horny today, and the sooner she acted, the sooner she would lose her vile v-card.

  And so, her crossed leg had slid over to his, the tall pump heel she wore sliding gently up and down his calf. He was sweating, clearly uncomfortable, though Stella couldn’t put her finger on why.

  She had chosen Ryan because he was pretty much a sure thing. He was cute, for deffos, and also a total player, which she felt worked in her favor. There were three other cheerleaders on the squad that he had gone out with—and fucked—on the first date. Stella thought he wouldn’t have any sort of problem showing her just exactly what he wanted to do to cheerleaders with his cock, as she knew she was hotter than any of the others on the squad.

  That’s why she was captain, after all.

  “S-sure I do, Stella,” he said, gulping. “But uh...you know, I really think we should study. I’m worried about this exam, and—”

  “Don’t you think the two of us could do something more fun than just studying? I mean...” her hand drifted down the thick muscles of his bicep, squeezing the dense tissue there with naughty intentions, and then sliding further down to his crotch. “...I know I can...”

  He gulped again. There was something boyish about his look, something vulnerable and scared. It made Stella feel very womanly to have an effect on a man like this.

  “Stella, look, you’re hot as hell. But I’ve got...you know, a girlfriend, and—”

  “No, you don’t. I’ve asked around. I looked you up on the internet. You’ve got no such thing.” Her hand landed on his cock through his thin workout shorts. He was hardening quickly. “And your cock is getting hard from everything I’m doing.”

  Soft locks of her long blond hair fell on his shoulder. They were very close now. Her lips were just inches away from his. She could feel victory within her grasp—her virginity was going to be gone, taken, forced out of her by this magnificent musclebound stud, and she would love every minute of it.

  But then something unexpected happened.

  Ryan stood up, coughing and covering his crotch with his notebook. Within seconds he had all his things stuffed in his backpack and he was backing away from Stella, left confused and by herself at the table.

  “I’m sorry, Stella.” He eyed her up and down one more time. “Really, I am.
But I’ve got to...I have to go.”

  Saying nothing else, he ran off. He bounced this way and that across the shelves, knocking over books and leaving them in piles behind him. Stella was alone in the library, annoyed and turned on.

  The whole situation was confusing. Ryan clearly wanted her. Why had he left like that?

  It didn’t matter. She was hornier than she had been when she started, but no less determined. If Ryan didn’t want to fuck her stupid, she’d find someone who did. Stella was a gorgeous teen cheerleader after all, and if she wanted sex, then by God she was going to have it.

  * * * * *

  Every plan, even the surefire plans that no way in hell would ever fail, needed a backup. Stella knew this—she lived it. That was how she had the killer bod she worked so hard to have.

  Maintaining a proper diet and working out every day were not some accident, happening to her out of the ether of the universe. They were things she produced in the world and lived tangibly on their results. She was a firm believer in scheduling, planning, and adapting.

  As such, when Ryan inexplicably turned her down, she was disappointed—but not without options. A gorgeous girl like her always had options when it came to sex.

  She knew Nathaniel Lawler had lunch at 2 pm every day in the cafeteria. Usually his meal was a protein shake, some eggs and steak, and a heavy dosing of vegetables. He was Stella's next target.

  After Ryan turned her down, she took a few hours in the library to restock. She made flirty faces at other men she saw, ensuring that they indeed found her as attractive as she felt she was. She took pains to drop several items in front of a studying law student, spending several minutes picking up items very slowly and dropping them into her book bag one at a time.

  Her heels were tall, highlighting the fact of her young, nimble legs and her beautifully sculpted ass in her tiny skirt. Every motion she made in the heels, especially bent over, put a spotlight on how much time she had invested in perfecting her body for the consumption of men.