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Instead of forcing my head down, the muscle-bound guy grabbed my hair and started dragging me up and down while his cock remained buried firmly into my mouth. I braced myself against the table, but he was strong and there was no way I could escape his domination. His cock went deep into my throat, and I swallowed, taking it in. Then it was wrenched out. He rubbed it against my cheeks, spreading his juices there, then plunged it back in.
After a minute or two of that, he suddenly pushed me away, and I found myself on my knees with my legs spread. He towered above me, cock in hand. With one firm hand on my shoulders he pushed me down onto my hands as well, sending me on all fours. My head was spinning, and I felt as though I was floating on a cloud of mixed pleasure and pain.
The bearded biker lay beneath me, hands gripping my thighs as he licked my pussy. The muscle-bound one knelt in front of me and seized a handful of my hair once more. He shoved his cock into my mouth and carried on face-fucking me hard and fast, his grip tight and his movements hard. I couldn’t see the thin one, but I felt him kneel behind me. The tip of his cock – hard once more and lathered slippery with his come and my saliva – he pressed against my asshole, itself already wet from the bearded biker’s attention.
I arched my back. Normally I don’t like anal all that much, but I was so turned on in that moment that I would have done near enough anything. The thin one pushed hard against me, and I felt him slip inside. All the while, the muscle bound biker was fucking my mouth, and the bearded one was lying beneath me sucking and licking my clit. If it hurt when the thin one penetrated my ass, I didn’t notice. I was too busy enjoying the whirl of sensations that were coursing through my body.
The thin one began moving, slowly at first, patient strokes. My ass gripped him like a vice grip, and I could feel every inch that he shoved inside of me. It burned and yet it felt so amazing at the same time. He held my hips, keeping me steady as he slammed himself deep inside of me.
I came then, just as his hips came to rest against my backside. I felt myself tightened and then released, every muscle in my body convulsing as a tidal wave of pleasure swept through me. I was dimly aware of the thin one slapping my ass with his open palm. Dimly aware of the salty taste of come flooding my mouth as the muscle-bound one finally finished there. But all of it was subsumed by the pleasure, the all-consuming pleasure.
I moaned and writhed in delight. I could feel my asshole gripping even tighter against the thin one. And he moved still, fucking me steadily, faster and faster. My orgasm swept through me, and I shuddered with it. My used body collapsed. The bikers carried on. The muscle-bound one withdrew and slapped his cock against my face. The bearded on kept licking my tingling clit. The thin one drove his cock home again and again until he hardened and pulsed inside me and I felt a flood of warmth and wetness.
After a time he withdrew, and I felt a warm drip run down the cleft of my backside, down to where the bearded one was still licking me. Slowly now, lazily. At last, he stopped as well, and their hands released me, and I rolled over onto my side. I lay on the floor of the club house and shook, half with shock and half with pleasure. My mouth and my ass were filled with come. More of it drying o my breasts. I felt the bikers moving around above me, and then after a time I was sat up, propped roughly against the table. A drink was forced into my hand, and I downed it gratefully, feeling the warmth of alcohol flood me.
“Cheers,” said the thin one. “Get that down you. The evening’s not over yet.”
Bria smiled widened as she stopped the story there, her mind obviously in a euphoric state.
“What happened next?” Nevaeh asked impatiently.
“Let’s just say, it got even dirtier.” She flashed a happy devilish grin.
“Dirtier, as in?”
“As in, you’ll find out if you decide to officially join the club, Nev.”
“Come on, please tell me the rest, you already went this far.”
“You’re right. I’ve already told you a whole lot more than I should have.
With that Bria didn’t go any further. Nevaeh was left thinking about what her turn would feel like, but she had concerns.
Nevaeh was worried about her small body. Unlike Bria, who was about 5’7” and had several sexual experiences before, Nevaeh was barely 5 feet and a virgin. None of her holes have ever been penetrated and she had never sucked a cock before. She was petite and frail and easily broken. She wasn’t sure her small body would withstand the pounding of Bria’s big burly Dad let alone him and a few other dominant men.
On the other end of her thought, she often touched herself thinking of her body being forced to take it all. She had never imagined herself getting so wet to such slutty thoughts, but she did, and she loved every bit of it, embracing her sexual liberation. She came to the concrete affirmation within her youthful mind, that yes she wanted huge fat cocks crammed deep into her tight little virgin cunt, and plenty of them, until her holes ached and she oozed with orgasms just as Bria did.
However, there was one thing Bria would ask her to do and that was to not let the bikers know she had told her about the gang’s initiating party. She had to pretend to be totally oblivious to what was going to happen to her.
Nevaeh agreed.
CHAPTER 3
Nevaeh had a somewhat out-of-the-ordinary upbringing.
As she got older, the parties and celebrations had tapered off quite quickly. There were a couple of reasons for this. The first was that her family just didn’t do things like a normal family. There were no vacations to Disneyland, no summers at a trailer park. Her father, Frank didn’t work a normal 9-5 job. She wasn’t totally sure what he did to make money but knew that his work was very unlike what her school friends’ fathers were doing.
The other reason simply was that her mother was far too focused on taking care of her father to worry much about the kids. Angie knew that her place was with Frank when he was out socializing with other club members and that if she wasn’t there, likely some other, younger girl might take her place. She hadn’t worked her way up through the ranks of bikers’ women to let it slide away. In truth, Nevaeh had always felt a little bit like she was second fiddle to her father in her mother’s eyes and that was something that most of her friends didn’t have to contend with either.
Birthday after birthday slid by and every year, Nevaeh got more and more freedom. Angie even allowed Nevaeh’s friends to come over to the house to drink or party in other ways.
She loved the increased freedom but sometimes she wished that her upbringing was more like some of her other friends. And she definitely wished she was getting more attention from an older man. Of late, the Bria’s Dad, Clyde has been keeping Nevaeh close under his wings and she loved that, though sometimes when they rode he seemed overprotective with her talking to any other guy excepting his gang members.
Nevaeh wandered into her bedroom. It was small and the walls were covered with music posters and photographs of her and her friends at different rock concerts. She loved music and music festivals and knew that for her birthday this year, her mother had scored some tickets for a week-long festival that she would go to later in the summer. It was a sort of a send-off, her mother told her. Angie had given her daughter the tickets earlier in the week, saying she saw no reason to wait until the actual birthday itself to pass them along to her. Nevaeh had been thinking about actually ditching Bria and taking Bria’s Dad with her, for her own private reasons. Good god, she was past eighteen and still haven’t experienced a man.
Angie told her that she was making some reservations at one of the gang’s favorite restaurants and that Bria’s dad, Clyde and two other gang member’s Len and Bobby would also be joining them. Clyde would be bringing her down to the clubhouse to introduce her to his friends. She had said that now that Nevaeh was an adult it was time for her to get more involved in the family business. If you asked her to be honest about joining the club, Nevaeh would have to admit that she was beyond ecstatic and it was the biggest momen
t in her life.
Nevaeh wondered if the urge to be taken by a gang of dangerous men was genetic. She wondered if she had got it from her mom. Her mother had told about how women were treated. Not the Old Ladies or the Properties but the sheep. The ones who wanted in on the biker club life because they were driven to dangerous men or who wanted a life full of excitement; the girls who got passed around from one club member to the next. Nevaeh suspected that her mother had been like that once but had known how to handle herself and had quickly caught Frank’s eye.
Angie had tried to talk to her husband about leaving Nevaeh out of the club but he had flatly refused her. Saying his daughter was an adult now and it was totally her choice, he asked how she would have felt at her age if her parent had stopped her from joining the club. Angie made some skewed comment about her daughter being above that lifestyle. He’d gotten angry with her and asked her if she felt like she was too good for his way of life.
She hadn’t known how to answer that. She loved Frank, he was a pretty good father when he was around but she didn’t want a life that was centered on the club and that was pretty much what Nevaeh seemed to have had planned for herself. She didn’t want to argue with Frank much so she had simply let the matter drop.
CHAPTER 4
The next day, Nevaeh got up late. She had an appointment to get her hair done and her nails done as well. Her father had given her a gift certificate to a local salon and she was looking forward to pampering herself. They cut and styled her long black hair and added a few deep red streaks. Her nails were polished to perfection in dark purple and she loved the way she looked. She had been told by a few guys that she has a cute piece of ass. She had a tight ass, flat stomach and full tits on her petite frame.
Even Clyde had told her that if she wasn’t his best friend’s daughter he’d consider fucking her and that maybe if he had a few. Nevaeh really hoped he was joking. She knew she wanted him and her heart sunk to find out that he considered her off-limits. She’d fantasized giving him her virginity a thousand times and her dreams were shattering.
She grabbed a cab back to her house and finished getting ready. Normally she dressed fairly revealingly but this outfit was a bit much even for her. She had on a tiny purple tube top and a pair of skin tight black jeans that looked like they were painted on. She knew she looked hot and applied only enough makeup to accent her features. The last thing she wanted was to look like a cheap whore, even though she wanted to be treated like one.
She took a lot of time making sure she looked just right. She wanted to make sure she looked young but mature. If what Clyde was telling her was true, she was going to be meeting a lot of people that evening and she wanted to make sure they realized she wasn’t going to just be one of the sheep. She would be the greatest sheep of all time.
The time seemed to fly by until her mother came to get her. They called a taxi and headed out to the restaurant where Nevaeh’s celebration was taking place. It was a really fun bar and restaurant with a pub-like atmosphere. It wasn’t one of the club’s normal hangouts, but the owner of the place didn’t have a problem with bikers drinking and celebrating there.
When they arrived, Clyde wasn’t there yet but that was also fairly par for the course with him. Nevaeh knew he was getting a few things planned for after and thought that likely he was just finishing up the final details.
Before long she heard the rumble of Clyde’s bike outside. She knew it was his both from the sound and from the way that Angie perked up and started staring at the door.
Clyde and two other younger bikers, Bobby and Len, entered the restaurant, big burly Clyde in the center and the younger bikers on either side of him. Clyde had his leathers on and Nevaeh had to admit he was a truly handsome man. He was almost seven feet tall and had a long, black beard that was just starting to go grey. He was bulky and muscular rather than fat and his arms were covered in tattoos. The other two bikers were also wearing their leathers and were cut from the same cloth as their leader’s. Len was shorter and thinner with brown hair while Bobby looked like a younger version of Clyde.
The meal passed quickly. The service was fast and the food was delicious and plentiful. Before long, Nevaeh was sliding her chair back from the table and rubbing her stomach. She felt stuffed. Her parents had been buying her beer all night and it made her little more upbeat and chatty than usual. Occasionally the younger bikers bought her shots of whiskey as well although she always found that particular drink to be a little strong for her taste. She wanted to prove she would be a good little sheep and drank them though, since the last thing she wanted for them to think was that she couldn’t hold her liquor.
After dinner, Clyde looked at Angie. Angie and Clyde exchanged a bit of a silent look. It almost seemed like Angie was asking Clyde not to go ahead with whatever plan he had in mind.
“Will Frank be coming?” Clyde asked her, knowing that was their secret code of approval. The fathers couldn’t be there and the mothers had to be.
“No, but –” Angie tried to plea.
Clyde simply gave Angie the look, the one that said he was willing to slap her back into line if she tried to ride him about something and before long, Nevaeh’s mother was backing down. Instead of arguing with Clyde, Angie simply began fussing over Nevaeh.
“Okay sweetie, remember, after tonight you’re going to be a full female member of the club. You’re going to get to do so much fun stuff. It’s so worth everything. Believe me. No pain, no gain, sweetie. Now, go with your biker family and make our family proud. Don’t let any of those bitches get you down. You show them who the head bitch is right from the start. Do you understand?”
Nevaeh wasn’t totally sure that she understood but she nodded and her mother relaxed.
With that, her father’s burly gang leader and the other two bikers stood up and Nevaeh knew it was time to go with them. She suddenly started feeling nervous. Was it time?
Clyde handed her a black leather jacket. “Put this on, we are heading to the club house.”
There was a bright smile on her face, obviously it was hers, it was a petite size that only she could fit in and it fitted her just perfect. She looked like a badass wearing it. Then a thought flickered in her mind.
Was this it? Was she initiated without being chock-full with cocks as she was so feverishly anticipating?
Her spirit dampened, she really wanted her fantasy to come through.
Before long, her legs were straddling her father’s gang leader’s bike and he had her pressed closely up against his back. He grabbed her arms and wrapped them around his waist and then he pulled out of the bar parking lot heading for the club house. Nevaeh’s head swam from the excitement of being on his ride and from the thought that there might be a possibility having three cocks tonight.
CHAPTER 5
They arrived at the clubhouse and Clyde helped her off his bike.
“Okay kiddo, the time has come to show the club that you’re just as dedicated to them as we are. You’re just going to show it a little differently. You’re going to spend a little time entertaining the boys and you’re going to be real sweet to them, do you understand?”
He looked at Nevaeh and her face flushed as she realized what he meant.
“Now you have a choice, you can back out now or be willing to join our club.”
She nodded slowly trying hard to not let the smile inside her rise to her lips. She couldn’t wait any longer, being in the midst of the three men she wanted them to rip her clothes off and left her naked to suck on cocks till her jaws ache. Anticipation was making her too horny, it was killing her and she wished they’ll just get to it already. She fought the urge hard to not touch herself right there in front of them. Her pussy was needing attention and she wanted to shove her hand in her panties but had to pretend otherwise.
“I need you to say it.” Clyde kept his eyes glued to hers.
“I want to be a sheep for the club.”
Clyde eyes popped and his cock twitched har
d against his pants. He hadn’t even know she had known what a sheep was.
“Do you understand what that means?”
“Yes. Stuffed with your cocks.” She bit on her lower lip. Clyde looked over to the younger bikers who grinned devilishly.
“How do you want it? Do you want it rough or do you wan-”
“Rough, rough.” Her cheeks reddened as she confessed her dirties fantasies to the group. “I want to be your slut. Call me your slut. Rip me open with cocks.” Her words sounded desperate as they fell off her lips. She was shocked at how her pussy pulsed hard at her own words.
She tried not to look too anxious or expectant about it, by turning away from the men, but Bobby was behind her and was more than willing to give her exactly what she desired. He grabbed her and pulled down her top so that her tits were visible. The gang leader looked her up and down slowly, his eyes drinking in every innocence of her body that they’ll soon corrupt.
“God you’re a hot little piece of ass, aren’t you.”
He reached forward and took one of her breasts in his hand, playing with it and running a thumb over her nipple. She moaned louder than she wanted to and Clyde chuckled.
“Mmm, yeah, you like that, don’t you, you little slut.”
“Rougher! Do me rougher.” Neveah begged the big tall man that towered over her by almost two feet. He stood still, looking in her angel eyes, her body so small and pure, that he was totally surprised by her lewd fearless request. It was his first time having a sheep being this demanding. The longer Nevaeh waited on the men to touch her the more she felt deprived and denied by them, her holes hungry and needing.
“Don’t be a sissy, do it now, let me be your whore please.” She pleaded not holding back her inner desires any more, setting her inhibitions aside and totally liberating her dirtiest fantasies.
Nevaeh tried to roughly slap his hand away and he lunged forward, wrapping one large hand around her throat. He lifted her a little so that her feet barely touched the ground. Clyde leaned in and whispered in Nevaeh’s ear.