Step on It: A Biker Erotic Romance
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When the tip of Lee's cock touched the wet lips of her womanhood, Helen's remaining layers of resistance dissolved. She bent her knees and curled her toes in response to the meeting of their sexes. Slowly and gently, her lover began to push his penis in between her nether-lips. Helen's eyes widened as his full length and girth made itself known deep inside her most sensitive passageway. She wasn't a virgin, but it had been a long time since a man had been inside her, and the fit was a tight one. Lee continued to push, slowly but surely, all the way into her until the tip of his cock kissed the sealed gateway to her womb. This was it. Helen was now the most vulnerable she had ever been to anyone, and she had willingly brought herself to this point.
Having bottomed out inside his young conquest, Lee began to thrust. His initial strokes were steady and purposeful. His hips rocked and rolled back and forth, hitting a regular beat as their mating commenced. Helen found a strange satisfaction in imagining the coupling in musical terms, and embraced her lover. Her legs went high into the air and she wrapped her arms around his powerful shoulders. The sheer size and girth of his cock inside her pussy produced mild pain, but it was alleviated by the ample juices Lee's expert oral ministrations had elicited from her. His cock slid in and out like a well-lubricated piston, thrusting into Helen's love-tunnel with surprisingly gentle grace.
The gentleness didn't last long as Helen squeezed Lee as he pushed deeper, digging her nails into the skin of his back and demanding wordlessly that he stop playing the nice guy. Her lover obliged and accelerated his thrusting to a more aggressive pace, ramming into her with virile aggression. The sudden change took Helen by surprise and she was tempted to surrender completely and let her lover have his way with her until he came. But Helen wasn't content to just lie down and receptively submit to his strokes. She began to thrust her hips back at him, teasing the fleshy intruder inside her, tempting it to spill its treasure early. Lee wasn't having it. He accelerated his fucking again, driving back aggressively against Helen's counter-attack. The poor girl was helpless. Everything she did to challenge and thwart him simply spurred him on to conquer her.
The vigorous motions inside Helen's cunt, not to mention her overwhelming powerlessness to prevent the unstoppable stud between her legs from taking over, were building a second climax within her body. Her pussy was so wet and slick with pleasure that each inward stroke of Lee's manhood produced an audible, lewd noise where their sexes were joined. The powerful tingling of excitement in her groin continued to build to a fiery crescendo until it erupted within her a second time. Helen squealed again as the orgasm overwhelmed her senses. She wrapped all four limbs around her lover as tightly as possible, begging him to release himself inside of her. Lee had been rapidly approaching his own climax, and the ecstasy of the girl beneath him sent him over the edge.
With an awe-inspiring, masculine snarl of pleasure, Lee thrust himself into Helen as deeply as he could go, burying his cock inside her. Helen was still in the middle of her own orgasmic high when she felt her lover's cock twitch inside her. The first spurt of warm seed shot to the back of her pussy, followed by a second, and a third, and a fourth. His ejaculations came in a seemingly unending succession, bathing the gateway to her vulnerable womb in sperm. In the midst of their shared climax it occurred to Helen that they weren't using any protection, and that her fertile pussy was at that moment being invaded by potent male seed. The prospect of pregnancy was a sobering thought in an otherwise euphoric event, but for now Helen embraced it as part of the beauty of the moment. She could worry about the future when it arrived.
"I guess this means I can call you 'Hell' now," Lee murmured into Helen's ear.
"Hell yeah, you can," Helen giggled as her body floated down from its sexual high.
"So, Hell, what do you think of the Harpies as an in-house band at the Viking Bar?" The suggestion caught Helen off-guard.
"What, so you can have three chicks to bone instead of one?" Helen asked suspiciously.
"I mean you and your two friends can play here once or twice a week for a regular salary," Lee elaborated. "You're a hell of a band, but you're way too wild for most of the other establishments in town. I'm offering you job security."
"But you're part of a motorcycle club," Helen pointed out. "Don't you have to ask the president or the board of directors or something?"
"The club put me in charge of running this bar," Lee explained. "As long as the place stays in the black, I can run it however I like, which includes what staff and entertainment to hire. If you agree, the Harpies will officially be on the payroll of the Vikings MC."
"And as a perk, the bartender gets to fuck the Hapries’ lead singer whenever he wants to," Helen added with a mock scowl. It was actually a pretty good deal.
"What do you say?" Lee smirked in reply.
"I can't make a decision without talking it over with Dana and Kat first." Helen replied. "But we'll definitely think about it. For now, though, I think it's time to sleep."
Lee obliged and switched off the bedroom light.