Group Pleasures Bundle

by Tina Jones

  “Will I be the only woman there?”

  “Certainly not. In fact, we’ll have a whole slew of them. But, uh, they’re not really the same as you.”

  “In what way?” I asked.

  “Well, they’re biker chicks. They ride with us, hang with us, fuck with us, get down and dirty with us. They’re our ladies. And you? You’re a sweet, innocent looking peach, honey.”

  I giggled, feeling kind of shy. I had lost my appetite, so I sort of walked out of the line and out of everyone else’s way. I had no plans tonight, and in fact I had been hoping to make plans. However, I was always hoping to make plans – the fact of the matter was that I was a bit of a loner. I didn’t have many friends in this town, and I did not know why. I always thought I was a nice, approachable person… But maybe I just did not have enough to say. Maybe I was too quiet.

  But now it appeared that the table had turned, and I finally had a man (and an entire gang perhaps) interested in me, and also inviting me to a party. Would I go? You’re damn right I’d go! I was feeling quite adventurous as of late, and I nodded my head and said, “Yes, I’d love to come! Thanks for the invite, Jamie!”

  So picture the scene. Twenty minutes later I was at the biker’s party, in his lively living room meeting all his gang members, and the women. They sure were dirty looking, tough lookin’ girls. I did not want to ever mess with any of them, so I kept my head down, smiled and nodded. No hands were shaken; guess that is not how things worked with this particular gang.

  Then all of a sudden, about thirty minutes later, people started getting naked. Now, I’ll be honest – I had a boyfriend and I was pregnant. Not only that; I was also lactating. Was this some kind of swinger party, or gang bang?

  In all honesty, I was definitely turned on. My boyfriend had not been fucking me since I had gotten pregnant, and it really had pissed me off. He acted like I was not sexy anymore… That is why I had been so lonely. We did not even live together, so I only saw him every day for an hour or so at night, and then the poor fucker would head back home and sleep in his own bed. I felt tired, rejected, and angry!

  So there I was, watching all the bikers strip down with the ladies. Some of them had really nice bodies (ladies included)! I felt kind of intimidated by that fact, since I had piled on the pounds during my pregnancy! I had just been sitting around all innocently when Jamie picked me up by the waist and held me up high. “Yeah, let’s have a party!” He laughed. I giggled so hard, he was so funny. He was careful to mind my big, bulbous stomach.

  He set me back down and stared into my eyes. “You are so handsome.” I said to him, suddenly feeling courageous.

  His eyes got all big and wide. “Let’s get naked with the others.”

  “What?” I laughed.

  “I’m serious.” He said. “Do you want to?”

  “I can’t, I…”

  “Have a boyfriend,” he said, smiling. “Good girl. Don’t cheat…”

  “Not that… It’s just…” I paused. “I’m pregnant and lactating.”

  And when I uttered that last word, “lactating”, I swear, big bad biker Jamie’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas and he’d just received the gift of a lifetime. He licked his lips then, eyes twitching, and he leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Can I have a taste?”

  I shivered from his cold gaze… I could feel my nipples hardening and my pussy getting very moist between my legs – no, not moist – dripping wet… To say I wanted this man was putting it lightly. I was lusting after him – absolutely had to have him… And I aimed to let him have me, and have his way with me in every way he pleased. After all, my breasts were feeling swollen and in need of a good drain session.

  I pulled off my top then, saying a silent mental fuck it in my head, and then I watched as he did the same, revealing a rippling six pack and sculpted chest and arms. He was so big, and so hot; covered in dark faded tattoos and hair. He looked like a real man, the kind I had always lusted over in magazines and television shows. I wanted him to bend me over and fuck me right then and there as he drained my milk all over the hard wood floor… God, I felt like such a naughty slut. If my boyfriend Hector knew I was here, he’d have a fit!

  “So let’s fuck, “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…”

  I let him bend me over and start having his filthy, perverted way with me. The others watched, and started to join in. He ate my pussy and asshole from behind before telling me to squat over his dick and ride it. But first, I wanted to get a taste of that cock for myself, much as he’d gotten a taste of me. I got down on my knees and started slurping on it, and wow… It was damn good. I sucked on that dick until I was gagging on it, and the biker thrust my head further down, pulling me by the ears and forcing me to choke on that big fucking piece of manhood.

  “Taste that sausage, whore,” he muttered beneath his breath, “Oh yeah, do it for me… Make me throb in that tight mouth.”

  He pushed me away then and I crawled over top of him, grabbing his dick and plopping right down onto it. Fuck, he felt so big; so much bigger than my boyfriend… I felt so ashamed when I realized that, but I also felt so turned on… Because I was cheating on my boyfriend, and that was such a taboo no-no… But I loved it, it made me feel like a bad girl, and that is what I honestly always craved to be deep down… Just my little secret – the bikers and I, that is.

  I bounced up and down on his cock and then felt a finger full of lube glide its way easily into my puckered, pink asshole. Wow, was someone about to fuck me up the butt? That was so nasty, I had never done it before… But the thought of it being a filthy taboo sex act really turned me on, and I waited anxiously until I felt the cock head of a big biker press against my tight pink ring and then work its way slowly inside as a deep shudder burst from my throat. “Ahhhh… Yes! Fuck my butthole!”

  Jamie reached up and started doing what he’d asked me about – what I knew he wanted to do so deep down in that depraved, perverted fucking mind of his. He started squeezing my swollen breasts, and with an open mouth he took the cream as it sprayed from my nipples, right onto his tongue and down his dirty throat. He swallowed my milk whole, letting it fill his mouth and then wash down his throat. He gurgled it around, swished it in his mouth, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned and let the milk go down his gutter like it was the best drink he’d had in his life.

  He kept playing with my tits, and gained the attention of some others. They came over and decided that they wanted to give it a try… Numerous hands groped at my breasts, making the milk spray and spurt every which way into multiple mouths at once; nasty, sexy, hungry biker mouths who gobbled up my milk and downed it like they were drinking a shot of hard liquor.

  “Yes,” I moaned in a deep voice, “Drink from me… Drain me… Fucking drain me, oh yes…”

  The cock in my asshole felt larger and larger as it throbbed intensely. I was groaning with pleasure as I started to come all over Jamie’s pulsating cock which was burrowed balls deep in my whore pussy. I squirted all over his hairy crotch, and watched with wide eyes as the juices splashed over him and spilled onto the floor. I slung my head back as he filled my pussy and the other filled my asshole, and gaped my mouth open as a cock entered it. Perfect timing. I was being plugged up in all three holes, plunged to oblivion by numerous big dicks splashing in and out of my slobbery mouth, taking turns throat fucking me like the whore I’d become in a matter of seconds for these naughty, filthy bikers… God I loved it, I loved the sensation of being this gang’s dirty cock whore, and I loved seeing the surprised expressions of the biker women who watched me naked, almost jealous of the attention I was getting from their men.

  The cock in my ass began to cum like crazy – I could feel its warm load shooting through the depths of my stretched out, aching asshole. I had never been ass fucked before and it had been a hell of an aw
esome experience, having loved every second of that big dick pulverizing my butthole. The biker pulled out of my backside and chuckled to himself, leaning up against the bar and taking a deep breath as if to come to his senses.

  Meanwhile, the men in my mouth began to come one by one – jerking themselves off onto my face and tongue as I sucked and stroked them myself. I don’t know how many loads I swallowed that day – honest, I don’t… And I’m a bit embarrassed to even try to remember, because I know it had to be more than five. All that protein put to good use, and enjoyable as well as flavorful! I felt so nasty remembering that, but also get turned on when I think about all those loads being swallowed by yours truly…

  Finally, I felt as if I’d been drained fully. No more milk was coming out of my breasts, and poor Jamie was absolutely caked in it beneath me – but judging by the smile on his face (which was hard to see, considering his entire face was colored bright white by my milk), he was certainly enjoying it! He sucked on my breasts, getting out the last few drops before moaning so hard and gently biting my nipples, and then he throbbed once, twice, and shot out a massive cum shot into the depths of my pussy… I slung my head back, reeling with pleasure, and I came again as well.

  It was a time I never talked about to my boyfriend, but a time I always remembered… It only happened once, and I never knew what happened to the bikers downtown; in fact I never saw them again – but they were men I often thought about… And when I did, my pussy would get very wet!

  The End

  Story Five

  When it was time for me to go to the doctor’s office over my strange condition, I guess you could say I was more than a tad bit embarrassed. What had happened over the last two weeks was so strange, that I had put it off in my mind and had not told anyone else about it… Except for the lovely, friendly receptionist I had spoken to on the phone.

  I guess it is simple, although it really doesn’t make much sense. I was a virgin after all, so why was I suddenly producing a massive amount of milk from my breasts daily? The strangest part was that I had to drain the milk each night, because it became too much to bear… My breasts were already large, and by the end of each day they would be swollen with milk, and if I did not drain them myself then it proved to be so uncomfortable.

  So after two weeks of worrying and feeling embarrassment over this weird problem, I finally called the new offices of a doctor in the neighboring town – I certainly did not want to do anything about this in my own small town; after all, people would find out… I felt like I could never trust anyone there, because it was a town so small that everyone knew everyone. Gossip was rampant, and so was dishonesty. I did not want word getting out that I was lactating.

  My appointment was set to be on the third, and today was the day. I drove to the doctor’s office some forty minutes from my apartment, parked out front, and took a deep breath before getting out of my car and walking inside.

  And then there he was, standing in the waiting room speaking with a patient. “Ms. Jones, rest assured everything will be just fine. I’ll schedule an appointment for you with the optometrist. Have a wonderful day, and it’s always great to see you. Thanks for coming so far out to see me at the new office!”

  The woman beamed at him, “I would travel five hundred miles to see my handsome, favorite doctor! Thank you so much, Dr. Tony.”

  “My pleasure.” He stared at her, teeth all bright white and shiny. His face was tanned and taut, chiseled and square. His eyes were dark and menacing in the most handsome way imaginable. The woman walked out of the door from which I had entered, and then the doctor’s eyes shifted up to meet mine. “Well, well, well… Who do we have here?” He eyeballed me up and down. I’m not going to lie, I was kind of taken aback by how perverted and naughty that look he gave me was.

  “I’m Sabrina. I have an appointment.” I said, voice kind of shaky.

  He took a quick walk towards me and thrust a hand forward, grabbing hold of mine and shaking it firmly. “It’s nice to meet you, Sabrina. I’m Dr. Tony. Just sign in here with our receptionist Emily, and we will get you ready to go! I’ll see you soon.” He said, spinning on his feet and walking out of the waiting room past a door and down a long hallway.

  I stood there thinking for a moment. About what, I don’t know – but jeez, he was really good looking. Most of the doctors I had seen in my life were old, ugly, or just kind of average. I guess I had bad luck. But maybe today, luck was in my favor. Little did I know just how lucky I was truly about to get…

  “Ma’am?” A voice shook me to my senses; a female voice. “Come sign in here and we will get you all ready to see Dr. Tony and Dr. Bradley.”

  “Yes, okay.” I said, blushing. She smirked at me. She must have damn well known I had been awe struck by that handsome doctor, but she was not surprised. She nodded her head.

  “I know, he is so hot.” She whispered, pointing to a sign in sheet. “Just put your name here and he will see you in a couple minutes, okay?”

  Before I even had a chance to sit down, the door swung back open and the doctor stood there. But this time he was not alone. He had been joined by another doctor, who stepped out into the waiting room and smiled at me. Surprisingly enough, this doctor was perhaps just as handsome as Dr. Tony… And yet he was so muscular – almost too alpha looking. I was more into guys with an average body, but I am not going to lie… I found myself becoming very turned on by him.

  Like Dr. Tony had done before, this doctor stuck a hand forward and grasped mine, smiling politely at me. “Hello. I am Dr. Bradley. It’s a real pleasure to meet you.”

  Dr. Tony smiled as well, leaning his arm against the doorway. It was just the three of us in the waiting room. I guess the doctors were not too busy on that particular day. “Come back with us and we will get you checked out.”

  If only I knew then what I would find out a few minutes later… They were really going to “check me out”, and quite thoroughly at that! I followed them out of the waiting room and down the long, narrow hallway, which was brightly lit, until we reached the office at the very end of the hall way. The two doctors led the way into the room, and then I followed them and stood awkwardly as they whispered something to one another.

  Dr. Tony looked at me. “Well, Sabrina, there’s no way to say this that isn’t kind of awkward,” he chuckled, blushing a bit. “What I’m trying to say is… Will you take your shirt and bra off for us?”

  Dr. Bradley began to chuckle under his breath, hands in his pockets, face turned up towards the lights, blushing as well. “Oh, man… That is awkward. Please excuse Dr. Tony’s uncomfortable request. We just need to get a look at your breasts to see if, um, well – we’re honestly quite fascinated by the fact that you’re lactating. And you say you’re… Virgin, is that correct?”

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “Well… That’s unusual.”

  “I’ve heard of it happening, but not often. It must be a rare case.” Dr. Tony grinned. He motioned with his fingers for me to raise my shirt. I blushed, pulling it off with shaky arms.

  Dr. Bradley whistled then, “My, oh, my… What big breasts you have, Sabrina. How old are you?”

  “Twenty,” I said, face turning even redder than it already was.

  “Twenty and with big breasts. You must be popular with the guys.”

  I giggled, not knowing what to say. The both of them were staring intently when I took off my bra. I saw Dr. Tony gasp, and Dr. Bradley licked his lips uncontrollably. “So, why would I be producing milk?”

  “To be honest, I have no idea.” Dr. Tony said, cracking his neck and never letting his gaze leave my tits. “Can I… Touch? Just to make a note.”

  “Yes.” I said, and then he lunged forward and gripped onto both of my nipples, squeezing them as he let out a guttural moan of nasty bliss. Milk began to spurt out of my tits and he stared at it with wide, fascinated eyes. The milk sprayed his white coat, and I blushed and almost said sorry, but before I could say a word he said, “It
’s okay. I like it.”

  He likes it? What?! I was so confused. Dr. Bradley took a step forward and held a magnifying glass up at my tits. I could feel myself getting turned on like crazy, and when Dr. Bradley finally took my left breast in his hand and squeezed it while Dr. Tony squeezed the right, I was dripping wet between my legs, ready to get deflowered by the two of them… Of course, that was a silly thought, wasn’t it? Nothing sexual was going to happen that day – but a girl could dream, right?

  Well… Some sexual stuff was indeed about to happen – and it was very, very nasty!

  “It feels good when you do that,” I said, gasping with excitement. I could feel my cunt getting so tingly and soaking wet, it was warm on my panties.

  “Bend over for us, Sabrina,” Dr. Bradley muttered.

  I did what he said instantly. I wanted to do everything these two hot doctors asked of me… And that included bending over and getting fucked by the both of them. So I bent right over, felt a hand pull my jeans down, and then I felt my panties come down soon after. After that, I felt the hot breath of one of them behind my back side, and before I knew it I had a long tongue shoved up inside of my pussy; his face pressed firmly in my ass crack. He was huffing and puffing, breathing in my musk as he deep tongued my vagina, and I instantly began to come.