by Tina Jones
“Suck me while he fucks you, Ms. Diane.” Big Brody’s friend said, holding his erect penis directly before Diane’s mouth. He played with her lactating breasts, squeezing the milk out and watching as it ran down her busty, curvy body.
Diane opened wide, doing precisely what he’d asked of her. “Your wish is my command.” She said, winking at him and gulping his shaft into the deepest reaches of her throat while she savored the taste of his pre-cum drizzling gently onto her tongue… All the while, Big Brody continued to pound her tight cunt from behind. She came for a fifth time, and it turned out to be the most intense orgasm of them all!
“Oh, god, yes!” She muttered, voice muffled through the girth and length of Big Brody’s friend’s massive fuck stick. He grabbed her gently by the sides of her head, making pig tails with his hands, and guided her mouth along his aching shaft by using the pig tails like a leash.
“You like that dick, do you?” He asked of her, watching as he sucked him nice and deep, going all the way down to his crotch so that her nose was jammed against it. She managed to wiggle her tongue out from between his cock and her lower lip, and she tickled his balls with it. He giggled as she nodded her head that yes, she definitely liked that dick.
He began to groan from the incredible sensation… No whore had ever sucked him so good as this one, and he couldn’t hold back any longer… If there was any definition of a quickie, then this shit was definitely it, because Big Brody and his friend both began to come simultaneously into Diane’s holes… Big Brody filling her fertile cunt while his big friend filled her mouth to the brim.
“Fuck! She’s tight as hell – damn!” Big Brody muttered, cock convulsing and writhing with pleasure in the depths of Diane’s vagina.
Diane almost gagged as Big Brody’s big friend’s cock emptied its load into her mouth, spattering the back of her throat and tonsils until it filled her to the lips.
He pulled his throbbing cock from her slobbering mouth and then tilted her chin back so that she was facing the ceiling, eyes wide, lips twitching, cum starting to drip from the corners of her mouth.
“Swallow it, sweetie.”
Diane did as he asked of her, letting his big creamy load drain right down her throat… God, being so filthy really turned her on, and she started to come for a sixth time just as Big Brody was pulling his pulsating member from her dripping pussy.
They had drinks afterwards, and lay around being lazy on Big Brody’s couch, until Diane finally felt so dirty with herself and tired that she decided to go home and rest… It had been a quick session, but it had certainly been a rough one…. And a thoroughly enjoyable one!... One that she would always remember with fond thoughts.
The End
Story Three
Claire was about to get drilled by six cocks at once, and she didn’t even know it.
She’d walked into the biker bar during the tail end of a long road trip out west. Destination California. She had arrived, but not to Los Angeles – not yet. For now, she was in a small dump of a town in the desert, a little ways past Las Vegas. She’d seen the watering hole and figured it looked like a nice spot for a bathroom break and a soda.
What she found inside was a lot tastier than a soda.
It felt good to be out of the California desert heat. The door closed behind her as she stepped into the bar and found herself being stared at by a group of six bikers. They were all big, muscular, and hairy. They wore bandanas and leather vests over their naked chests. They took pulls on their long beer bottles and set them down. All the while their eyes never left her body.
“Can I get you something?” The bartender asked.
Claire nodded. “Soda, please. And where’s the bathroom?”
“Straight back, second on the left, honey.” One of the bikers answered for the bartender.
“Thanks,” she said, and went.
When she came out she found the soda waiting for her at the bar, ten feet or so away from the bikers. She sat down and looked at the fizzy drink. Then she heard chairs moving on the hard wood floor and saw shapes moving out of the corners of her eyes. The bikers came and stood around her.
“You from around here?” A voice asked.
“No.” She said and turned to face the voice. It belonged to a big man with a black beard and slicked hair beneath his blue bandana. He grinned a toothy grin and placed his hand out for her to shake.
“I’m Mike. These are my friends Willard, Jones, Teck, Jay, and Darnell. It’s a pleasure to make your gorgeous acquaintance.”
“Thank you.” Claire said, blushing.
She had to admit, these fellows were very handsome. She sipped her drink then, turning away from them. She could practically feel their erections bulging in their britches.
“Headed to Hollywood to be an actress, are you?” Mike said.
She turned back and nodded. “Yeah, trying to.” She blushed again. She felt silly for having that dream. She was sure these men had seen many women passing through, all with the same silly dream. An actress. What was she thinking?
“You’ll do good.” He said, nodding his head. “When you walked in, the six of us were saying how fucking gorgeous you were.”
She blushed even more. Her face must have looked cherry red. She batted her eyelids playfully at the men, teasing them, flirting with them. “You all are handsome too.” She said. “Got girlfriends, wives?”
“Not at the moment. Not in the bar, at least.” Mike grinned wide, showing some gold in his teeth. “We’re always single when we’re in the bar, honey.”
That was when Claire started to feel herself getting a little wet. She started to sweat. She had a boyfriend back home who was going to be moving to Los Angeles with her – she couldn’t cheat. She just had to wait one more week and then he’d be done with his old job and flying out to meet her! She couldn’t be a naughty slut like this…
And yet… She couldn’t resist her own urges. Truth be told, she wanted this perhaps even more than the bikers did, and they wanted it A LOT. She shrugged her shoulders casually, not quite sure what to say next – but she was sure indeed that she wanted them, she wanted the whole LOT of them!
She didn’t end up having to say anything. The bikers said it for her. He put his arm on her neck and then leaned in close. “I know what you want, slut.” He rasped into her hear. “You want these cocks, don’t you?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Well you’re going to get all six of them, honey.”
The biker pulled Claire gently off the seat and then walked hand in hand with her to the pool table. He spun her around, lifted her skirt, and then pressed her firmly face first onto the green table. “You like it up the pussy, don’t you? Probably like it up the ass too, my slut queen.”
“Whatever you want of me.” She muttered, feeling her pussy tingling with wetness. She couldn’t wait to get fucked by this pack of big men. She was practically shaking with anticipation.
He made a guttural moan as he pulled her panties down to her knees. Claire’s ass cheeks were huge and pasty white, with little freckles on them. He put both of his big beefy hands on both cheeks and stretched them apart.
“Fuck’s sake.” The biker grunted. The others started to groan with lust. Claire peeked back and could see that the men had already unfastened their belt buckles and unzipped their blue jeans and leather pants. They were ready to plow the slut, that was for sure.
The man in the front started eating her pussy. He shoved his hairy face right in her wet, dripping crotch. His nose was jammed against her tight ass, and he thrust his tongue deeper and deeper into Claire’s cunt until he was groaning with pleasure. “Fuck!” He moaned as he pulled his tongue from her tasty depths. “She’s good, fellas. She’s real good!”
He rose up then and unbuckled his belt. He unzipped his leather pants and then dropped them to his ankles. “Turn around, honey.” He said to Claire. “It’s time to suck all sick of us.”
Claire did what the biker asked. Sh
e got down on her hands and knees and let the big men take turns stuffing their big meat sticks in her throat. They didn’t go easy on her, and they didn’t throat fuck her nice and soft. No, not quite. Instead they chose to aggressively throat fuck the hot whore, pounding her throat hard and fast with their big, thick cocks. Claire was gagging on the immense size of each and every one of their shafts, and she wondered how on earth they were going to fit those big dicks inside of her pussy!
Little did she know, they were going to stick them somewhere else too. Somewhere in Claire where no guy had ever stuck it. They were going to pound her pink pussy, taking turns on it, and then? Well, let’s just say it was going to be an anal gang bang for the filthy bikers and slutty Claire. If only her boyfriend could have been a fly on the wall during that nasty fuck fest… He’d have had a heart attack from watching his girlfriend cheat with not just one man, not just two men… But six! Six BIG, burly bikers… Older than her by a good ten or fifteen years; all of them plowing her tight pussy – a pussy that her boyfriend thought belonged to him!
He was wrong. Very wrong. Claire was proud of herself. She was a free woman and her pussy only belonged to her. It didn’t belong to any man… Well, in general. But as of now, it belonged to the bikers. She had given it to them. She wanted them to take that tight pussy of hers and loosen it up, stretch it to its limits, and then fill it with their steaming loads of cum.
She was nineteen and fertile, and she knew damn well that she could get pregnant by being fucked by the lot of them. These men fucked hard and dirty, and they didn’t use protection. Pulling out wasn’t something they were big fans of either, unless they got to pull out and stuff it in the slut’s mouth… One thing was for sure, they were going to be blowing their loads in one of Claire’s holes.
Which one was it to be? Claire would happily take any of them. She wasn’t thinking about the future, only the present – and in the present time, Claire was happy as hell to be the bikers’ slut. And she was sure to let them know that!
“Fuck me, fuck me, oh yes – FUCK me!” She howled and moaned as the bikers took turns fucking her mouth along with her pussy. They had spun her around, pushed her back down on to the pool table face first, and begun thrusting their cocks in and out of her pussy from behind. Their lean hips smashed against Claire’s jiggling BBW ass cheeks, and she was grateful for the way they fucked her.
They were railing her tight pussy, slamming their cocks hard and fast in and out of her hole at top speed. Their balls crashed into her clit and their hands crashed on to her cheeks. They spanked her repeatedly as they fucked her from behind.
“Oh yes!” She moaned. “Just like that, babe!” She groaned as the biker fucked her so hard that the pool table began to shift across the floor.
“You like when I pound that pussy, huh? You like that nasty fucking, don’t you?” He yelled.
“Yeah, honey! This southern gal loves that nasty fucking!” Her voice cracked as she felt the man digging his fingers into her hips and ass cheeks; holding her tightly in place as he fucked her so deep that she began to scream with pleasure! It felt so good, and she made sure they all knew it. “Oh, my god… That dick is so big, I love it! I love that huge cock, it feels so good in my cunt!... Fuck that cunt, babe! Oh, yeah!”
The biker began to shoot his load in Claire’s fertile pussy. He was groaning and then pulled out and stroked his cock, letting the rest of his load spill on to Claire’s ass cheeks.
“Clean that up!” The leader said to him, throwing him a towel. “I don’t want to touch that when it’s my turn to fuck her!”
The biker who had just blown his fat load of cum into Claire’s pussy blushed as he caught the rag, and then wiped his cum off of her ass cheeks. Claire was moaning. Her entire body was tingling. She was being fucked so good by them… That one had cum inside of her, and now another was fucking her too. Two men crawled up on to the pool table and started fucking her mouth, and soon enough the two of them were blowing their loads in her throat.
Claire could not believe how good all of this felt. She loved being fucked hard by these men; it was making her body shake and her pussy tingle. She was being plowed by these burly fuckers at brute speed. Her boyfriend was a good lay, but he sure as hell didn’t know how to fuck like this… Then Claire had a sudden thought – what if when he arrived in Hollywood he noticed her pussy was different?
As silly as the thought may have seemed, it did give her a tad bit of worry. After all, her pussy certainly wasn’t going to be the same for weeks to come… These bikers were plowing the hell out of her tight cunt, and they weren’t finished yet!
She let the worry drift away, and focused once again on the filthy sex she was enjoying so much. She loved being their bar whore for the day… It was such a nice and welcome break from being a good girl. She hated being good. She was sick and tired of being the innocent woman everyone saw her as. She had wanted to be bad, and now she was being just that.
“I’m going to blow my fucking load real quick, man!” One of the bikers said as he fucked Claire’s mouth. He started to moan and then he shoved himself balls deep in her throat. Claire gagged and then she felt cum spray hard against her tonsils. The man emptied himself entirely in her throat and then pulled his cock out and stroked it timidly. “Oh, my… That girl has a great mouth on her.” He laughed and then crawled off the table.
Claire finished the other biker off as numerous cocks fucked her from behind. Her pussy had become borderline numb, and she couldn’t tell if they were coming inside of her or not… And then suddenly, a cock filled a hole that hadn’t been filled yet! In fact, that hole was virgin.
It was Claire’s puckered, gorgeously tight asshole.
She looked up at the ceiling, eyes bulging from their sockets. “Fuck! That’s my tight ass! Oh my god, it’s so big!”
The biker shoved himself balls deep inside of her ass and started to pound it. He pulled out a few minutes later as Claire squealed and then felt another biker shove himself inside. Before she knew it, all of them were trying out her virgin nineteen year old asshole.
Apparently, they were loving it too. They filled her hard and fast, fucking her asshole nice and deep as they high fived one another. She felt loads of cum being spilled into her puckered virgin hole. She wondered what her boyfriend would think if he had seen her right then and there. Her phone had been ringing back at the bar, but she’d ignored it. It was probably him. He had no idea what she was doing now.
He would never know. He couldn’t. This was Claire’s private moment. Every woman deserved a secret moment like this, Claire reassured herself silently as she felt the cocks thrusting into her pussy, asshole, and mouth.
She had been filled by so many loads she’d lost count, but she knew it had been at least five. Then the leader grabbed her softly, picked her up into his muscular arms with ease, and dropped her gently down onto his massive shaft. He started fucking her tight pussy as he held her there, tossing her up and down like it was light weight as she bounced up and down on his dick and shrieked with orgasmic satisfaction.
“Oh my god! It’s so big! It’s huge, sir!” Claire squealed.
“You like that cock up your hole? You like being bounced like a dirty princess?” He rasped, thrusting his tongue into her ear and continuing to bounce her up and down on his big fat dick.
“Yes!” She groaned, eyes rolling back into her head. Her tongue flopped out and she started to have the most intense, memorable orgasm of her life. By the time she finished she had squirted all over the biker, and he had begun to throb wildly inside of her pussy. Their eyes locked, their lips locked, and their tongues skirted around each other’s.
“Cum in me!” She begged, and so he did.
He filled her completely with his load. It traveled deep into her fertile pussy, and then he pulled out. He lay Claire gently on the pool table and she had to relax for ten solid minutes before she could even stand up. She gasped for air, and finally she was okay again. She pulled her
self off of it and went to finish her soda. Her pussy was so sore.
She looked over at the bikers who had dressed themselves and ordered another round of drinks. They winked at her and raised their glasses in a toast. She raised hers.
The End
Story Four
“So let’s fuck,” the man said in his rasping, alpha tone. He was looking down at me with narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow. His jawline was clenched tight, cheek bones jutting out of the sides of his prominent face. He started to smile. “I’ve been waiting a long time to drain a whore like you. Are you ready to be drained? I just can’t wait to get a taste of that milk you’re holding in those delightfully double d’s…”
Let’s flash back about an hour. I was at the food court getting a burger, when a big burly biker approached me out of nowhere. I am not usually into those types, but the difference was that this guy was actually hot… And I mean really hot. He was covered in tattoos, looked beefy and muscular underneath his uniform, and he was smiling. Despite his stern appearance, he also seemed rather friendly.
“What’s your name?” He said in a soft southern drawl.
“Katelyn.” I replied.
He stuck a hand out, took mine, and shook. His palms were thick and calloused; rough from pumping iron, no doubt. “Jamie. Nice to meet you, Katelyn. Listen, you from around here? I’m not going to feed you any bullshit; I’m going to cut right to the chase. You’re hot as hell. You want to go hang out with me and the gang?”
“The gang?” I said, cocking my eyebrows. I was turned on by his blunt, no nonsense approach.
“I’m the leader of a club here in town. A biker gang. Well, we’re pretty new here, maybe that’s why you haven’t seen us yet. Anyway, we got a pretty sweet pad downtown. Penthouse in the old brick building on fourth. You interested in joining us for a little party?”
