Brittany Loves Bikers: Motorcycle Gang Gangbang by Cherry Allen Page B

his grunts as he thrust deep.
    The harder he slammed his cock into me, the more it
pressed me against the jittering bike. In the end, he was
practically pressing down on me, fucking me fast and deep. I bucked
and squirmed, my back arching more than it probably ever had. I
shouted as I came hard against him and the bike at the same time.
That brought him off--he slammed into me, his shouts almost right
in my ear.
    He lay forward on me then, his harsh panting warming
my ear and neck, and cut the ignition. He stayed there, breathing
heavily, his breath slowing at about the same pace mine did. My
back was nice and warm, despite the chilling air, thanks to his
body heat and the leather he wore. Neither of us said anything. I
know I was too busy recovering and waiting for my thighs to stop
trembling. I think I fell a little in love with Harley Davidsons
that day.
    When the rain stopped, he helped me off the bike so
I could get behind him for the rest of the ride.
    "My name's Al." His smile dazzled me. I knew I'd
always associate gorgeous green eyes with the roar of a motorcycle
and a flush of heat between my legs.
    "I'm Brittany. Pleasure to meet you, Al," I said,
for lack of anything clever.
    "Darlin', I promise, the pleasure's mine."
    My car worries were far from my mind the rest of the
way into town. When he dropped me at the garage, he didn't just let
me get off the bike so he could drive away. He walked me in and
said some things about carburetors and something else to the
mechanic. I couldn’t resist thanking him for looking under my hood
in a voice dripping with naughtiness. I giggled like a teenager
when he laughed and said, "Sweetheart, thank you for the
lube job."
     
    ***
     
    I thought my adventure with Al the hot biker had
come and gone, and I had no complaints. It had been fantastic to
cut loose and let myself go like that with a complete stranger. I
never passed that way again without remembering how it felt to be
fucked on that motorcycle and how exciting it had been.
    When I found him behind me a few weeks later on my
way home, I instantly became aware of my heartbeat in my pussy.
    He saw me looking into the rearview mirror and
motioned for me to pull over. When I did, he didn't stop but passed
me, motioning for me to follow. I white-knuckled the steering wheel
and actually gasped when he turned onto the road where we'd gotten
it on a few weeks before.
    Did I want to do this again? If I didn't, all I had
to do was keep going straight. The throbbing between my legs
screamed at me to make the turn, so I did. I followed him farther
back on that road than we'd gone that day. We turned onto another
road, and I pulled over behind him when he stopped. A small
building that looked a bit like a bar was back there, without a
sign on the front. I realized how reckless I was being, but
couldn't bring myself to think anything might be wrong.
    I rolled my window down when he approached my
car.
    "Hi again, Brittany," he said, smiling.
    "Hi, Al."
    He didn't say anything for a moment, but then leaned
on my car door. "I thought maybe, after how much fun we had the
other day, that . . . well, I thought you might be up for more. Was
I wrong?"
    God, he smelled sexy. "No, you weren't wrong."
    "Good," he said, then he looked over his shoulder
before leaning back toward me. "And I thought you might like to
meet some of my friends."
    At least half a dozen motorcycles rode out of the
trees into the road, all driven by bikers--hardcore bikers, not
your weekend warriors who only hit the scenic routes on Sundays.
Sturgis, poker-run and show-off-my-bitch's-titties-to-the-crowd
kind of bikers. They wore leather, denim, bandanas and skullcaps.
Some were the extremely rough and grizzled types--long beards,
boots and the chains that keep some unlucky bastard from grabbing a
wallet.
    They parked their bikes in a cluster and started
walking toward my car. Jesus, I was one woman alone with about
seven men whose intent was clear. My engine was still