All characters are 18+ yrs of age. This is a true story, based on my first time. If something sounds unrealistic, like the fact that I became a total slut after losing my virginity… well, that’s what happened.
I would like to thank my editor P_Anderer for all of his wisdom and expertise, in helping me prepare this story for Literotica readers. This is a first episode in a series. Subsequent episodes are based on real life experiences, but have also been embellished.
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It was Thursday, June 11, 1981, and it was the penultimate day of my senior year of high school. We had a party at school, so I dressed up more than usual. I was wearing a brown satin dress with a high collar, pintuck pleats on the front bodice that went from the neck to the high empire waist, with a smooth A-line bottom, a hemline that went just above my knees, tan leather stiletto heeled sandals and beige pantyhose. It was not frilly, or cutesy like most girls my age would wear; it looked more professional, or business-like. I stood about 5’5″ without the heels, had olive skin, long black hair, brown eyes, medium-sized tits, and physically fit. I had great legs, and the heels just made them look even better.
I lived in a large city in the upper Midwest. After school, I was walking home on my usual route. I was on Carman Street, a residential road lined with apartment complexes. I was about a block away from crossing 92nd Street, a busy two-laned street, which started the neighborhood transition into houses.
I noticed a guy coming out of an apartment building on the opposite side of Carman Street, and on the corner of 92nd Street. I lived a block away on 93rd Street. As I got closer to this man, I noticed he stopped at the end of the walkway leading out from the apartment and stood on the step that bordered the sidewalk. He watched me walk the entire way. I didn’t want him to know that I saw him staring, so I watched him using my peripheral vision.
When I got directly across from him, he yelled, “Hey beautiful!”
I couldn’t ignore him as I thought that would be rude, considering he’d just complimented me. I turned my head to get a good look. He was wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket, white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black leather motorcycle boots. He was tall, had sun-kissed ash blonde hair, wide shoulders that narrowed into a fit waistline, thick muscular legs. He turned to look at a passing car, and I noticed he had a great muscular ass. He had a very handsome chiseled face, but his right eye was injured. It was closed, and had a black strip under it, which was maybe a half an inch tall, and about two inches wide. He slid his hands into the front pockets of his blue jeans, with his thumbs hanging out. He gave me the biggest, and cutest smile, that lit up his whole face.
He yelled across the road to me, in a deep sexy voice, “Please tell me yer gonna cross the road an’ come say hi to me?”
I smiled, paused, and thought that he looked so kind and sweet. Why not? I’m only a block from my house, what could happen?
I crossed the road, approached him, but stood on the sidewalk about three feet from him. He was taller than what I estimated, and he looked older than I first gathered; maybe six to eight years older than me. He kept his hands in his front pockets, and took one step down onto the sidewalk, but didn’t come any closer to me.
“What’s yer name, beautiful?” His voice reminded me of a purring lion; a large content beast. It was scary, and exciting.
“Abby,” I said, with a blushing smile. I could feel my face getting hot, and I felt weak in the knees.
“I’m Danny. Damn girl, yer even prettier up close. I didn’t think you’d come over, once ya saw how fucked up my eye was.”
“I liked your smile, and I think you’re very handsome.”
“So, are ya walkin’ home from work?”
“No, from school. I’m graduating from high school, and my last day is tomorrow, so we had a party today. My girlfriends wanted us all to wear our cheerleading uniforms, but some of us decided to dress up, instead.
“So, yer a cheerleader, huh? Yeah, I can see that. I like your shoes; they’re very sexy.”
I felt my face go flush. I wasn’t used to being flirted with, by an older guy, especially one so handsome.
“I ain’t makin’ you uncomfortable, am I?”
Clearly, he could tell I was anxious.
“No, I’m okay.”
There was a short pause. “Are you headed home now?”
“Yeah. Well, it was nice meeting you, Danny. Maybe I’ll see you again, when I’m riding my bike.”
“Ya mean, like a motorcycle?”
“I wish; no, I meant my bicycle.”
“How would ya like to go for a ride with me, on my motorcycle?”
“When? Right now?”
“Well, after ya go home an’ change, yeah.”
“I’d love to!”
He removed his hands from his front pockets. “Okay, I’ll meet ya back here, in about an hour?”
“Okay, sounds good.”
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My heart was pounding in my throat, and my knees were shaking. I knew I wasn’t using good judgement, and I definitely couldn’t tell my parents.
I got home, quickly changed into more suitable clothes, touched up my make-up, and put my hair up into a ponytail. I didn’t have what would be considered appropriate riding clothes, so I put on blue jeans, a tank top, tennies, and a hoodie. My body shook while I changed clothes, and I dropped a few things. I was nervous, scared, and excited. My parents would kill me, if they knew I was going for a ride on a motorcycle, no less, with a complete stranger. I wanted to get out of the house, before my mom asked me any questions, or wanted me to do something that would keep me from leaving on time. Before I left, I told my mom I was going by my girlfriend’s house; I was eating dinner there, and I wouldn’t be home until curfew, which was 10pm, because it was still a school night.
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I arrived by Danny early, and sat on the step at the end of his walkway – I didn’t even know at the time, if that’s where he lived; I just assumed it was. Danny came out early, and was surprised to see me there already, and I explained why.
“Yeah, I’m sure yer parents wouldn’t want ya hangin’ around a guy like me.”
“No, they wouldn’t.”
“C’mon.”
I followed him to the parking lot behind the apartment, and saw him approach a very nice silver-grey Harley-Davidson touring model with a nice roomy passenger seat.
“Wow, nice bike.”
He swung his muscular leg over the rider’s seat, and sat down. He looked even sexier, straddling the bike with those legs, and that sexy ass. Maybe I was drawn to his bad-boy image.
“Hop on.”
I hoped my nervous legs wouldn’t betray me. I braced myself on his strong shoulder, stepped up on the foot peg, swung my leg over, and sat down. He started the bike, and took off out of the parking lot, like a bat out of hell. I had to grab onto his waist, to keep myself steady. After we were riding on the road, I felt so carefree, with the wind blowing in my face. I realized I still had my arms around his waist, and there wasn’t a need. I removed them and rested them on my thighs. He reached back with his left hand, grabbed my wrist, and placed it around his waist.
We rode around town for about an hour, and then he pulled into a large cemetery, which isn’t far from our neighborhood. He slowly navigated the winding paths. When we got to a secluded, wooded area deep within the cemetery, he pulled over, and turned off the bike.
“Wanna go for a walk?”
“Why did you bring me to a cemetery? It’s a little creepy.”
“I was worried ya might think so. I wanted to go somewhere public, but where there ain’t many people around. Do ya still think it’s creepy?”
“No, I guess not, when you put it that way.”
I dismounted, and so did he. We started walking down the shaded, tree-lined path. We walked for about five minutes and hadn’t said anything to each other. He broke the silence and awkwardness.
“I’ve been wantin’ to kiss ya so bad, ever since we met.”
“Yeah?”
We stopped walking, turned towards each other, and he took two large strides to me. I felt butterflies in my stomach. He put his hands on both sides of my face, leaned over me, and softly kissed my lips. He pulled away slightly, and I noticed his eye was open, and he was looking intently into my eyes, and then he began kissing me again. He lightly brushed his tongue over my lips, pressed his tongue deeper, parting my lips, and swirled his tongue around the inside my mouth, and then around my tongue. This was the first French kiss I’d ever had, and I wasn’t sure what to do. I decided to copy whatever he did. He started sucking my tongue, so I did the same to his, after he released mine. While we were kissing, I noticed I couldn’t really hear the birds any longer; all I heard was our panting and heavy breathing. I opened my eyes again, to look at him, and he was still looking at me while we kissed. I found this strange, because anytime I’d ever kissed a boy, we both closed our eyes, but those kisses were nothing like this. His fingertips slowly, and ever so softly ran down to my chin, then my neck, then my sternum. He paused, then slid his hands over my breasts, and then his fingertips lightly caressed my nipples. He cupped both of my breasts with his hands and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples.
Before this, I’d only closed-mouth kissed high school boys and held hands. I was anxious, and afraid that I was going too far. My mind was telling me to stop, but my body wanted to throttle forward. He took small steps backwards, and guided us off the path, and into the trees, where he leaned up behind a large tree trunk. He slowly slid his left hand around my waist, and it landed on the small of my back. He continued French kissing me in that swirling, sucking way. He gingerly ran his right hand down to my waistline, and slid it under my tank top, and back up to my left breast. He lightly squeezed my nipple through my bra, with his thumb and index finger. I let out a soft moan of pleasure, as a warm, tingling sensation started to radiate from between my legs. I felt light-headed and euphoric. I’d masturbated quite a bit, but this feeling was different; it was titillating. He intermittently sucked, lightly bit and tugged my lower lip, while we kissed. He pulled the cup of my bra down, so he could touch my nakedness, brushing over my nipple with his rough thumb. Our breathing became deeper, and faster.
“Are ya okay?”
“No one has ever touched me like this before.”
We made out under that tree for a very long time. Even when a car drove by on the path next to us, we didn’t stop.
“I really wanna be alone with you. Would ya like that?”
“Like, at your apartment?”
“Nah, we can’t be alone there. I only crash there a few days a week, when I come back from bein’ on the road. It’s my grandma’s apartment.”
“What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a truck driver. When I’m home, I park my truck in the lot over by Kohl Oil.”
“Like, a semi-truck?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s right by my house; I can probably see your truck from my bedroom window.”
“Ya wanna come check it out?”
“Cool, I’ve never seen the inside of a semi.”
We walked back to the motorcycle, hopped on, and rode to Kohl Oil’s truck lot. He parked the bike next to a beautiful, but imposing looking semi that was midnight blue. It had “DJ’s Trucking” painted in white script lettering on the door.
“Is that the company you work for?”
“That’s my company; it’s my truck.”
We got off the bike, he grabbed my hand, and we walked to the driver’s side door. He climbed up, unlocked the door, came back down, and explained to me how to use the grab rails to climb up. He was a gentleman, and got behind me, to make sure I would make it up safely. Once inside, he started the truck, and all these lights on the dash area lit up and illuminated the dashboard. I thought at night, it probably looked really cool. It was pretty, and I told him I couldn’t get over how spacious it was.
“Ya ain’t seen the sleeper portion behind the curtain,” as he opened a curtain. “Come back here with me; it’s comfy.”
We crawled back, and he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Would you mind removing your tennies, so my bed stays clean?”
He removed his boots, I removed my tennies, and sat on the bed. This made me a little unnerved, so I sat on the opposite end.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your eye?”
“I got into a fight, and the guy stabbed me in the eye, with a knife.”
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah, I have to wait about six weeks for the internal stitches to dissolve, to find out if my vision will come back, or if my eye will be permanently disfigured. I could end up lookin’ worse than I already do.”
“What are you talking about? You’re very handsome.”
He slid up to the head of the bed, lay on his left side, leaned on his elbow, and stared at me for almost a minute, which is long, when no one is talking. I was wondering when he was going to realize that I’m just a stupid little girl, and he’s wasting his time.
“Come kiss me.”
He patted the area of the mattress next to him. I was both delighted, and terrified to be on a bed with a gorgeous man I hardly knew, in what I believed could be a precarious situation. What if he wanted to rape me? No one would know, or be able to help me, until it was all over. But he had such kind eye(s), and he’d been so loving, and gentle with me at the cemetery.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m feeling uncomfortable. This isn’t something I would normally do, and I don’t know why I haven’t been listening to my head.”
“What’s yer head tellin’ ya?”
“I’ve allowed myself to be alone with a man I don’t know; you’re so much older than me, and you could be an axe murderer, for all I know.”
“I think that’s yer parents talkin’, not yer head. What are we doin’ that’s so wrong? Ya seemed to be enjoyin’ yerself at the cemetery. What changed?”
“We’re doing things I’ve never done before, and it’s scary to me. It’s also exciting, and I have been enjoying myself. It felt good in the cemetery; maybe too good.”
“I’m moving too fast for ya, ain’t I?”
“I think so, but now I feel that you’ll be disappointed, or think I’m just a stupid little girl, and you wasted your time, or that I led you to believe I was prepared to do something I’m not.”
“I don’t think yer a stupid lil’ girl, and I don’t think I wasted my time with ya. I think yer a sweet, beautiful young lady, and I’m glad I got to spend time with you. I’d like to spend more time with you, so we can get to know each other. I promise ya, I’m not an axe killer.”
We both laughed.
“Ok, I’ll come sit over by ya.”
He got up, and returned to where he sat, when he removed his boots.
“I wish I would’ve met ya, before school was over. I would’ve loved to see ya in your lil’ cheerleading uniform.”
“Did you play any sports in school?”
“Yeah, football and wrestling.”
“I was a varsity swimmer, gymnast and goalie.”
“Damn, while ya were a cheerleader?”
“Our wrestling coach wanted me to join the team, because our rival school had a girl on their team, in my weight class.”
“Why didn’t ya?”
“Because I’m friends with a lot of the guys on the team, and I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of sparring with them.”
We both laughed.
“Oh, I bet they would’ve liked that.”
“I sort of dated one of them; we’re still friends, but it would’ve been weird. He didn’t know what to do with a girl, anyway.”
“What do ya mean?”
“All he ever did was hold my hand and kissed me; and it was nothing like how you kiss me.”
“Wow, I can’t imagine, being back in high school, with a girl I liked, and not doing more than that, or at least trying.”
“What year did you graduate?”
“73.”
“So, you’re twenty-six?”
“Yep.”
“So, we’re eight years apart. My parents are eight years apart, and my mom was only a year older than me, when they got married.”
“Don’t that make ya feel a lil’ better about our age gap?”
“Yes, it does.”
He just looked in my eyes for a few seconds, and then he leaned in with some apprehension, but then went for it, and kissed me. He kissed me with a closed mouth, long and tenderly. He shifted, and turned his body toward me, and reached around low to my left, and leaned on the mattress, next to my butt. He didn’t touch my butt, he just supported himself there, on the bed. His kisses grew deeper, as his tongue entered my mouth. I didn’t protest; it felt so good, because he was such a great kisser. His tongue was strong, and he used it deliberately, but tenderly, swirling it around my tongue, and then sucking my tongue, as I did the same to his. He placed his right hand on my neck, just under my left ear, but then he pulled back from kissing me.
“Hold on a sec, I gotta get more comfortable.”
He scooted back, and lifted his left leg onto the bed, and bent it up behind me, and then scooted closer to me. I turned my body, so I was facing him, and put my right leg on the bed, bent against his left thigh, and I leaned in to kiss him. We were still too far apart; we both were leaning too far in, to be comfortable. I lifted my right foot over his left hip, with my knee bent over his thigh, and scooted in closer. He grabbed the back of my left knee, with his right hand, and pulled my leg up, over his right thigh. His mouth eagerly returned to mine, and we continued kissing.
He put his arms around my waist, and placed his palms on my back, and I put my arms around his big strong neck. We made out in this position for quite some time, and were both breathing heavily. Eventually, his hands traveled to my butt cheeks, with his fingers wedged in between my rump and the mattress, and he was squeezing my cheeks, softly. He slid his right hand to my left hip, and lightly ran his fingers up towards my left breast, and he cupped it, and lightly brushed my nipple with his thumb. When I didn’t object, he massaged more of my breast, and firmer. He squeezed my nipple through my tank top, and bra, with his finger and thumb. I could feel my nipple hardening from his touch, and as it grew harder, I could feel his touch more, and more.
I ran my fingernails up to the back of his head, and into his hair. He put his arms around me, with his hands on my ass, and his fingers wedged under again, he straightened out his left leg, and pulled me onto his thighs. My crotch was against his belly, and I could feel the heat from his body. With his palms still on my ass, he reached further between my legs, just a hair away from my pussy.
He sighed, and I could feel the hot air exit his nostrils on my cheek. He slid his hands back to my ass, then slid them under my tank top, and slowly up my back. I had three hooks on my bra closure, and in two squeezes, he unhooked all of them, and I felt my bra spring free. He ran his hands cautiously up my back, to my shoulders, and then up, over my head, pulling my top off, and he dropped it between us. He raised his hands to my shoulders, and slipped his fingers under my bra straps, and delicately slipped them down, and dropped them, so they fell to my elbows.
“Yer beautiful.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“That’s not a word anyone who knows me, would use to describe me.”
“C’mon; no one?”
“I’m really sorta… an asshole.”
“You’re not… are you?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“You’ve been so sweet to me, since we first met. I don’t believe it.”
“Yer not like any chick I’ve ever met. Yer so nice, and sweet.”
“So, all the girls you’ve dated weren’t nice? Why did you date them, if they weren’t nice?”
“I wouldn’t call it datin’; it never lasted long enough, cuz they were all crazy bitches. Maybe that’s what ya get, when ya meet girls in a bar. I could tell, when I first saw ya a block away, there was somethin’ different ’bout ya; somethin’ special.”
“Is that why you were staring at me the entire time?”
“I didn’t think ya noticed me. That’s why I yelled at ya, to get yer attention. I knew I had to do somethin’, or I might not ever meet ya.”
“I saw you, as soon as you came out of the apartment. I noticed you staring at me, so I purposely made sure you didn’t see me looking at you. It made me a little creeped out that you were just standing there, watching me for that long.”
“If ya felt creeped out, why did ya cross the road, and come talk to me?”
“Because of your smile, and what you yelled across the road.”
“Not my best pick-up line.”
“Well, it worked. So, what’s your best pick-up line?”
“Wanna fuck?”
“Oh, my god, are you serious? That actually works for you?”
“I guess that’s why I ended up with the type of girls I did.”
“Well, I still think you’re sweet.”
“And I still think yer beautiful.”
He put his hands on the sides of my neck, right under my ears, and kissed me deep. He moved his hands to my shoulders, and kissed my chin and sucked it, while he ran his fingers down my arms, and then to my breasts. My bra was still covering my breasts, and he slid it down, exposing my naked tits. He clutched both of them in his hands, and squeezed them soft, at first, then firm.
He ran his tongue from my chin, then down under my chin, and then down to my neck. He rubbed both of my nipples with his thumbs, then lightly pinched them. He was moving his head closer to my naked breasts, and I felt a nervousness wash over my body; a fear of a man seeing me half naked. I noticed a tingling in my clit, and it felt good. His tongue had traveled down to my chest, and then to my left breast. He grabbed both of my breasts firmly, and slowly swirled his tongue around my left areola, then around the nipple several times.
I held the back of his skull in both of my hands, while I watched his mouth and tongue. He opened his mouth wide, with his tongue out, and took my nipple, and as much of my breast as he could fit, into his hot wet mouth, and sucked, then pulled back, freeing some of my breast, so that now he was sucking up to my areola, and he was swirling his tongue around my nipple, at the same time. It felt so good, that I arched my back, and threw my head back. His hips rose, and I could feel his hardness beneath me.
“That feels so good.”
He released my nipple from his mouth, letting it slide out from between his lips. I was getting turned on, watching him work on my nipple, and he was watching me watch him. I’d never seen my nipples so big before; the entire areola was hard, with the hard nipple at the tip, and they were so much darker than normal. He repeated everything the same way, to my right nipple. I arched my back again, he thrusted his hips up, and I felt his stiffness against my pussy. When he released my right nipple from between his lips, he pulled away from me, and he looked at my breasts.
“Yer so sexy, baby. I love how yer nipples look like chocolate kisses, when they’re hard like that.”
“I’ve never seen them so big, and hard like that… I’m sorry, but my legs are falling asleep.”
“Let’s lie down.”
I grabbed my tank top and bra that was still between us, and put them on the corner, at the foot of the bed, then crawled over to a pillow, and laid down. He removed his t-shirt, and I was thrilled with his physique. He had great muscle definition in his upper body; his arms, his pecs, his abs; even his back; traps, delts and lats. He wasn’t overly muscular like a professional body builder; he was just a big guy, with well-defined muscles. He obviously worked out. He tossed his t-shirt at the foot of the bed, and lay next to me, on his left side. I could see the hard-on he had, now that his groin wasn’t underneath me.
“Hey, the waist of my jeans is causin’ me some pain, um, down there, cuz it’s, eh, up here now. Do ya mind if I just open the top a lil’, to get some relief?”
I blushed and smiled at him. I could tell that he was trying very hard to be polite, and not embarrass me.
“It goes all the way up to your waist?”
“It goes up to the waist of my jeans. I’m usually not wearin’ pants when I have a hard-on.”
“Yeah, sure, it’s ok.”
He unbuttoned, and unzipped his jeans, and I saw the head of his cock sticking out of his briefs. It was way bigger than what I expected. I wondered if that was normal or was he just well endowed. I’d never seen one before on an adult, so I had no idea. I didn’t comment, because I didn’t want to seem like such a stupid little girl. He grabbed the front of his briefs, arched his back, and it disappeared under his underwear.
“Ahh, that’s so much better.”
“It’s really getting hot in here.”
“Yeah, it is. We could take off our pants, and leave our underwear on?”
“Nice try.”
“No, I’m serious; it’s just like wearin’ a swimsuit.”
“I guess, I’m just being modest. Okay.”
He took his off first, since they were already opened. He threw his on the floor, so after I removed mine, I tossed mine on the floor as well.
He shifted close to me, so our bodies were touching, and he ran the fingertips of his right hand on my throat.
“Where are yer tickle spots? Can I try to find them?”
“Okay, try.”
He lightly stroked my neck, just under my ear, and I giggled, and bent my neck to my shoulder. He ran his fingertips down my neck, then to my chest, then around the top of my left breast, then into my armpit. I squealed, and he laughed, because I’m very ticklish under my arms. He continued down my side, and when he got halfway to my hip, I squirmed, because that was another sensitive spot. He continued down to my hip, then my thigh, he reached down behind my knee, and that was another spot. He sat up, and continued down my calf, then my ankle, and then to my feet. As soon as he got to the bottom of my foot, I squealed again, and he laughed.
“I like to hear ya squeal like that.”
“Why?”
“Cuz it’s cute, as hell.”
He lay back down, and got even closer to me. I could feel his stiffness against my side. He touched the front of my panties softly.
“I like the lil’ rosebud on your panties.”
I grabbed his wrist with my left hand to pull it away, but it didn’t budge. He rested his hand on my mound and gave me a wayward looking grin. He hovered his mouth over mine, while he slowly licked around my mouth, on my lips. He licked into my open mouth, and I touched my tongue to his, and he pulled away. He leaned in to do it again, and when I stuck my tongue out to meet his, he pulled back again. He was teasing me. He leaned in again, and I went to give him my tongue, and he pulled away again. I was still holding onto to his wrist firmly, and he still hadn’t let me move it. I released his wrist, and his arm relaxed, and I grabbed him at the back of his neck, pulling him to me, and then he rewarded me with a deep kiss, and his tongue.
He caressed my outer labia with his fingertips, while we explored each other’s mouth, and tongue. He stopped right over my clit, and pressed in, until he could feel it under my panties. He gently rubbed in a circular motion with his middle finger. We were both breathing very heavily while we kissed, and I started trembling at the realization of what might soon follow. It was more than just fear; it was the adrenaline from the excitement. I felt that I was doing something wrong, but it felt so good, that I wasn’t interested in stopping.
I raised my hips slightly, in reaction to the arousal. He read that signal as a green light; he pulled my panties down, over my left hip, then over my right hip, down my left thigh, then down my right thigh, and straight down from my thighs. They didn’t come off completely, though; they were still wrapped around my left ankle. He didn’t bother with them anymore; they were no longer a hinderance to him. He returned his hand between my legs, and dipped his middle finger in between my outer labia, and ran it up toward my throbbing clit. I let out a long breathy moan and spread my legs.
“Oh, baby, yer so wet.”
He stopped kissing me, and just stared at me, while he slowly stroked my clit, alternating with soft and firm pressure. His finger glided over my clit, up and down, and in circles. My hips were writhing against his nimble finger; thrusting forward, then back when I arched my back. I bent, and raised my knees up, and spread my legs wider. He carefully slid his middle finger into my vagina, and slowly moved it, in and out, going in further, and further each time. His fingers were so much bigger than mine; thicker and longer. He was hitting spots inside my depths, that I never had before.
He used his thumb to rub, and stroke my clit, while he finger-fucked me. I grabbed onto his right forearm, this time to steady myself; I could feel his muscles flexing, from pleasuring me. I felt like I was on another plane; one where it was okay to be a sensual being, and share it with another person. Even when he took a nipple into his mouth, he never broke eye contact with me; I was in a trance.
“Yer so close to cumming, aren’t ya? Cum fer me, baby.”
“Oh, god…”
His nipple sucking evolved into love bites; my areola was behind his front teeth, and he clamped firm onto my breast, sucking hard, while tonguing my nipple. It hurt, but it also felt so good. I started to climax, and I put my feet on the mattress, but still had my knees bent, and my thrusts became more pronounced, as my orgasm built up. Every exhale was in the form of a breathy grunt.
When I came, I felt a wonderful, intense tingling all over my body, that radiated from my pussy, and my hips started to jerk forward. My clit became so sensitive, that I wanted to pull his hand away. I slid my hand down to his wrist to pull it away, but he was so strong. He rested his thumb on my clit, and slowed down on finger-fucking me, but his thumb would brush over my clit very lightly, which seemed to keep my orgasm alive.
“Shh, breathe… relax.”
His low growling voice was soothing, but also very sexy; it turned me on. He removed his hand from my pussy, and put his middle finger into his mouth, then slid it out.
“Oh fuck… lift up yer butt.”
I thought something was wrong, so I lifted my rear end up, and he lay on his stomach between my legs. He quickly slid his arms under my thighs, and wrapped his arms around them, bringing his hands around front to my pussy, and spread my outer labia with his fingertips.
“Yer pussy is so fuckin’ pretty.”
He pushed his mouth into my pussy, and licked from my hole, over my inner labia, and up to my clit. He circled over the hood with pressure.
“Oh… my god… oh, yeah.”
“Easy now; breathe deep. I want ya to relax, and ride this one out; make it last.”
He hardened his tongue, and flicked it over my engorged clit. He was moaning so low on his exhales, he sounded like a purring lion; I could feel it pulsating through my pussy, drumming across my hips, and vibrating in my abdomen. He sucked my clit deep into his mouth, and I couldn’t control my hips; I thrusted them up, shoving my pussy into his face, then arched my back, pulling it away, but he was attached to me, and moved with my every move.
“Oh, god… oh.”
He ran his tongue along my clit, while he had it sucked deep into his hot mouth. He was still watching me, my face; his growls told me what really got him going, whether it was how I moved my hips, or my moans, or just the expression of pure pleasure on my face. He reached up, and fondled my nipple, then with both hands, he grabbed and squeezed my breasts, massaging them while he had my clit trapped in his mouth. It seemed like over an hour he pleasured me with his mouth, and tongue.
He taught me how to control my orgasm, so that I could prolong it, or as he said, have multiple orgasms. He obviously helped me achieve this, by not over stimulating me too much, or too fast. If he didn’t, I think I would scream, or my clit would explode, or my body would freak out. In time, I might be able to control myself completely. After he finished, he laid his head on my thigh.
“Yer pussy tastes really good; it’s sweet. Have ya ever tasted yerself, like when yer masturbatin’?”
“Yes, I have, but I wouldn’t say it’s sweet.”
“Really? I think it’s sweet, like honey, or maybe a peach, cuz yer so juicy.”
I giggled a little, mostly from embarrassment.
“So, when ya masturbate, do ya rub yer clit, or do ya finger-fuck yer pussy?”
“Actually, I do both, but mostly I rub my clit, because that’s the only way I can cum.”
“Did ya know that most woman can cum from clit play, but can’t inside their pussy, when they’re fuckin’?”
“Really? I wonder why.”
“I think the guys they’re with ain’t pleasurin’ them, they’re just fuckin’ ’em. They cum, and that’s all they care about; it’s common. I don’t understand how they wouldn’t wanna please ’em; I think it’s sexy as hell to watch it happenin’, plus, it gets me horny as hell.”
“It turns me on, how you watch me, and how you moan, from your pleasure, and mine. I’d like to pleasure you, so I could watch you, and know that I’m the reason you’re moaning.”
“So, what are ya sayin’?”
“I’d like to give you a blowjob… but I don’t know how.”
“Ya just suck on the head, then bob yer head up and down, takin’ cock into yer mouth, and into yer throat, as far as ya can. That’s about it, until the end. Some girls don’t like the taste, or the idea of swallowin’ the cum, so they spit it out. I think those girls don’t really enjoy givin’ head, anyway. The trick is to get the cock deep in yer throat, so the cum shoots right down yer throat. It’s more pleasurable for the guy, and ya really won’t taste it much.”
“What does your cum taste like?”
“It’s salty.”
“How would I know when you’re about to cum, to make sure I had your cock down my throat?”
“It starts to jerk right before the cum squirts out, or I could just tell ya.”
“How long does it take for all the cum to squirt out?”
“It’s different every time, but I would say, maybe five to ten seconds.”
“Well, that’s not too long; I think I’d be okay, not being able to breathe for that long.”
“Would ya mind if I sat on the edge of the bed, and ya knelt on the floor, between my legs? I wanna be able to watch ya.”
“Do you have a pillow for me knees?”
I hadn’t seen his cock yet, just the head; I’d felt it against my body, but I hadn’t even felt it with my hand, over his briefs. I knelt on the small area of the floor, next to the bed, and he removed his briefs, and sat down with his thighs spread around me. The head was really big, and his balls were huge. He wasn’t hard yet, so I gently held his cock, and ran my tongue around the head to get it wet; it had a thick meaty ridge at the bottom. I locked eyes with him, and sucked on the head.
“Lightly rub the back of yer front teeth on the ridge, while ya suck.”
I could feel his cock growing harder, as I sucked the head, which was also getting firm. It felt big, in my hand, and in my mouth. I broke our eye contact, to look at it, and it was quite large, and his cock wasn’t fully erect yet.
“Um, I don’t think I’m going to be able to fit the whole thing down my throat; and it’s still growing.”
He smiled at me, and put his hand on my cheek.
“Just take in what ya can, baby. I promise ya, I’m gonna enjoy it.”
I licked the head to wet it again, and sucked it, and it was less spongy. He removed his hand from my cheek, when I slid my mouth down the smooth shaft about halfway, and slid back up to the head, and sucked on the head more. I slid my mouth down the shaft again, taking in more, then slid back up, then down, taking more, and I could feel his cock deeper in my throat. His cock was huge; wide and long, and it was still growing.
“Wrap yer fingers around the base and squeeze a lil’. Do short, fast strokes.”
He leaned back, with his arms straight, and his palms on the bed. As I stroked the base with my fingers, and stroked the shaft with my mouth and throat, his cock became rock hard. He breathed with an open mouth, when his cock was buried in my throat. It was massive, and I was still trying to get as much of it down my throat, as I could. I gave myself a break, several times, retreating to the head, and sucking it hard; he liked that; he’d clench his teeth, and thrust his hips.
“Relax yer throat, baby.”
I was hungry to satisfy him and watching him enjoy me sucking his cock was making me horny. It became easier to take him deeper; my lips were reaching my fingers at the base, so I only used my thumb and index finger. I was eventually able to almost reach those fingers, by the time he told me he was close.
“Oh, baby, I’m gonna cum soon.”
I sped up on sliding his cock, in and out of my throat. He sat up, and held me by the back of the head, with both hands. I felt his cock beginning to jerk, I inhaled deep, and then I took his cock deep into my throat. He pulled my head close to him, and drove his cock further down my throat, as he pumped his cum, with only inward thrusts.
“Oh, yeah… yeah, baby.”
After he finished cumming, he loosened his grip on the back of my head, and slid his hands to my cheeks, while he pulled his cock from my throat, and then my mouth. I sucked the head, before it passed through my lips, and his hips jerked, then he gave me a naughty smile. I swirled my tongue around the head, before I released it from my mouth. He offered me his hand, and helped me off my knees, and onto the bed. He lay flat on his back, and I curled up next to him, in the crook of his arm.
“How did I do?”
“Can’t ya tell?”
“You looked like you enjoyed it.”
“I did, and I really like seeing yer lips wrapped around my cock.”
“Now I understand why the waist of your jeans was hurting you. Your cock is bigger than average, right?”
“I’ve been told that it is.”
“It’s going to really hurt, when we fuck, isn’t it?”
“Are we gonna fuck?”
“You know what I mean. It is, isn’t it?”
“It’s gonna hurt you, anyway, because it’ll be yer first time. But, after the initial pain, it’ll feel good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Wanna fuck?”
We both laughed.
I reached down deep between his legs and stroked his balls softly.
“Your balls are huge, too.”
“I guess I’m just a big guy. Ya know, most women want a guy with a big cock; the bigger, the better. A lil’ cock isn’t gonna satisfy anyone.”
“You are a very big guy; you’d look funny, if you had a small cock. I think an average sized cock would look small on you.”
I started using my fingernails lightly, while I stroked his sack.
“Feels good, baby.”
I crawled between his legs, and he looked at me, slightly confused. I held his gaze, pointed my tongue, and ran it all over one of his balls. He inhaled deeply, through his nose, folded his arms behind his neck, and propped up his head. After I covered his ball in spit, I sucked it into my mouth, being careful not to hurt him. While I gazed at his face, I also watched his cock, as it grew. I let his ball slip out from my lips, licked the other one to get it wet, sucked it into my mouth, and let it slip out from my lips.
“Come lie down on yer back, right here.”
He propped himself on his side, with his elbow, and patted the middle of the bed. I went to him, laid down, bent up one knee, looked at him, and put my arm around his neck. He leaned in and kissed me deeply. He leaned down to my breast, grabbed and squeezed my breast firmly, circled my nipple with his tongue, then sucked it deep into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the nipple, and slowly increased the suction, until I winced from the wonderful pain. Both of us were breathing heavy with passion, and lust. He seized my other breast firmly, flicked the tip of his tongue over the nipple, before sucking it deep, and hard. He swirled his tongue around the nipple, and increased suction, until I winced again. He sat up and got on his knees beside me.
“Lift yer arms over yer head, and spread yer legs.”
He lifted his leg over my torso, put his head between my thighs, and straddled my body, so I had a perfect view of his sexy ass, and his huge dangling nut sack. I couldn’t resist taking pleasure in rubbing, and squeezing his firm glutes. He supported himself, and spread my thighs further apart, using his strong forearms. He used his chin, and pressed in between my outer labia, and ran it up passed my clit. The stubble on his chin roused all the nerves on my inner labia, and my clit. He flicked my clit, using the firm tip of his tongue.
“Squeeze your tits together.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. He thrusted his cock between my tits and used them to get himself off. He continued using his skillful mouth and tongue, while my hips did a gyrating dance. On my fourth or fifth orgasm, my clit was approaching that very sensitive stage, and I couldn’t contain the squeals that escaped my lips. When I was able to form words with my mouth, I whispered to him.
“Please, fuck me.”
“Are ya sure?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m positive.”
He crawled off me, and the bed. He got a towel and crawled back on the bed.
“Here, put this down, and put yer butt on it. Just in case, ya bleed.”
He knelt before my spread legs, just looking my body over, every inch, and then he locked eyes with me. He lunged forward, kissed me, and his tongue was jutting out towards mine. He grasped my lower lip with his lips, and sucked it into his mouth, then released it.
“I don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”
“I need you inside of me.”
“Lift yer knees up high.”
He stayed inches from my face. He grabbed his cock, rubbed the head into my juices, and put the tip of it at the opening of my pussy. He pushed forward, still guiding it with his hand, until the big head was tightly packed in. He pushed forward more, feeding his shaft in, and then sliding it out, without removing the head. He fed more in, deeper, and slid it out, going a little deeper each time. He removed his hand from his cock, and I felt a resistance inside, and discomfort. He could see it in my face, and we both knew what it was.
“I’m gonna do it, like ripping off a band-aid, so it won’t hurt for long.”
He pulled out once more to the head, and then he ploughed through, deep into my pussy, and I let out a loud grunt. The sharp pain took my breath away; my eyes got blurry, and then I felt tears running on my face, down my temples. He put his hands on the sides of my face and wiped my tears with his thumbs. Once I caught my breath, I was panting heavily through my open mouth.
“Shh, breath deep, try to relax now.”
He ran his tongue around my whole mouth, on my lips, kissed me deeply, and then he gently pulled his cock out, until the head was just inside. He stopped kissing me, and just looked into my eyes, and began a steady drive into me, and it was uncomfortable, but not painful anymore. He got up on his knees, and began to rub my clit with his thumb, until after I came.
“Get on yer hands and knees.”
He got behind me, got the head of his cock wet by rubbing it in my cum, guided the tip to my opening, and then thrusted it in deep. He wrapped his arms around my waist, crossing his forearms across my abdomen, pulling me hard against his groin. He was drilling his cock, and only with inward thrusts. I started to feel a tingling pressure building deep inside me, that I’ve never felt before. It began to radiate out to my hips, abdomen, tummy, and my thighs. It grew more acute at the core, and kept building. It caused my back to arch, raising my ass and pussy higher, and giving him more access to go deeper. His drives sped up, and I could feel his balls slapping against my clit. The head of his cock was ramming into my cervix, and it felt so good, I cried out in thirst for more.
“Oh… god… yeah…”
“Tell me to fuck ya, I wanna hear it.”
“Fuck me, oh… god…, fuck me.”
“Oh, yeah… I’m gonna fill that pussy.”
“Oh… god… yes… fill my pussy with cum, baby.”
“Oh, yeah. Oh… yeah…”
He squeezed me tight in his arms, and I felt him explode deep inside me; hot cum warming my insides with each spurt. When he released the last of his cum, he gently pulled his cock out, the head required a little more of a pull to come out. I could feel the warm cum starting to slide downward, so I laid on my back, and he soon followed next to me.
“Yer pussy is so tight, but when ya came, I felt it squeezing my cock even more.”
“So, that was a vaginal orgasm I felt.”
He got up, and was about to go down on me, but stopped. He grabbed the towel he put down, and pulled the corner that was underneath me.
“Good thing I put this down.”
He showed me the blood, and I also noticed he had blood on his cock, and balls.
“You have blood on you.”
“Blood doesn’t bother me, baby.”
He folded the towel, set it down on the bed, laid between my legs, and put his hands on my abdomen. I lifted and spread my legs for him, and he began licking me from my butthole, up to my clit, stopping at my inner labia to suck, and insert his tongue into my pussy. After doing that several times, he focused on my clit. Flicking the tip of my clit, with his firm pointed tongue. Sucking my clit deep into his mouth, and massaging it with his tongue, tugging it, stretching it, before releasing it from his grasp. He made my hips dance with his tongue; from the multiple orgasms he gave me. After he made me squeal several times, he came back, and laid next to me.
“We taste so good together, baby… So, it’s different than yer clit, huh?”
He grabbed the folded-up towel and wiped off his face.
“Yeah… I wish I could have both at the same time, though.”
“We can do that, anytime ya want, baby.”
“Well, it’s just not the same with a finger, ya know?”
“I know, that’s not what I’m sayin’.”
“I don’t get what you’re saying, then?”
“Let me ask ya a question, and I want ya to really think about it, before ya answer. Forget about what ya think is right or wrong, and just think about what it is ya want… Would ya like to have yer clit licked, while yer pussy is fucked?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’d like, but… wait…”
“If ya ever want it, ya just tell me, that’s all I’m sayin’.”
“Who would…”
“Not until ya tell me ya want it. Let me tell ya something. Ya know how I enjoy watchin’ ya get off, right? I’d also enjoy watchin’ someone else getting’ ya off, too.”
“You would be okay with someone else fucking me?”
“Not just anyone. It would have to be someone I trust completely.”
“Oh shit, what time is it?”
He checked the time on the truck’s clock, and it was 9:30pm; my curfew on a school night was 10pm. My dad was a real stickler when it came to curfew.
“I don’t want ya to go. Am I gonna be able to see ya tomorrow?”
“As soon as school is out, yes. Will you be waiting for me here?”
“Yeah, I’ll be anxiously awaitin’ your arrival”, he chuckled.
Since tomorrow was my last day of school, my nightly curfew got extended to midnight. I was looking forward to spending more time with him.
“I want ya to do somethin’ for me, after ya get home tonight. Go to your room, take off all your clothes, put on a dim light, stand in front of your window, look at my truck, and rub one out for me?”
“Are you joking?”
“No…, and yer gonna find that I don’t joke much.”
We got up, got dressed, sat on the edge of the bed, and put our shoes on.
We shared a long deep kiss, then he unlocked the door, climbed out, and helped me get down from the truck. He leaned up against the truck, lit a cigarette, and watched me walk home, to masturbate for his enjoyment. As I walked home, I thought about two things he said; how he could arrange having me pleasured by two men, and how he doesn’t joke much… he was serious.
~ ~ ~
The last day of school couldn’t have gone any slower. I couldn’t wait to see Danny. When I finally got home after school, I took a nice shower, blow dried my hair, applied deodorant, my favorite perfume, did my make-up, put on a black mini skirt, black tube top, black flats, my hoodie over that, and absolutely nothing else, no bra, and no panties.
I needed to walk around the next block over, so no one would notice me going to the truck. He backed the truck in, and parked it with the passenger’s side door facing my house. When I got to his truck, I could see the driver’s window cracked open, and Danny smoking a cigarette.
“Hey, don’t ya look cute today? I’ll come down and help you up, baby.”
“Hey handsome, thank you.”
I gave him a kiss after he put his cigarette out, then he got behind me to climb up.
“Oh, yer a naughty lil’ girl, aren’t ya? Shakin’ that naked ass right in front of me, when I can’t touch it out here.”
After we got into the back of the truck cab, I jumped on Danny’s bed, and he quickly joined me. He scooted up near the head of the bed, with his back against the wall. I took off my hoodie and laid it on the bed. I crawled over, laid next to him, with my arm around his thigh, and my head on his six-pack abs.
“I enjoyed the show last night in your bedroom.”
“I wasn’t sure about masturbating for you last night, but I promised you that I would. When I saw you standing outside your truck, smoking, and watching me, it excited me. I came so hard.”
“I liked bein’ able to watch ya do that, alone in your bedroom, and knowing that ya knew I was watchin’ ya.”
“I heard you take off on your bike, after I crawled into bed. Can we go for a bike ride today?”
“There’re a few things we gotta talk about. I went to see my dad last night.”
“Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good.”
“No, it’s just… ya dunno me very well, and there’s things I need ya to know, so ya don’t think I’m hidin’ somethin’ from ya. I’m old fashioned, when it comes to relationships. I think the man should be in charge, and the woman should let him be the boss; even be submissive. I think disagreements should be done in private. I also demand respect; I’ll respect ya, if ya respect me. I’m not a control freak, but I am an alpha male. I also have anger issues; I have a really bad temper. I can go from zero to a hundred in a second. My dad told me I should let ya know ’bout all this right away. Oh, he also wants to meet ya; that’s where we’re goin’ today.”
“You sound like my dad. I’m excited to meet your dad; that’ll be awesome.”
“These are all things that have been a problem, with past relationships, every time. Are ya prepared to submit yerself to me?”
“Are you asking me to be yours?”
“Yeah.”
“Only if you’re mine.”
“Okay.”
He crossed his arms, lifted his shirt over his head, and tossed it on top of my hoodie. He turned towards me, and I rolled over on my back. He leaned down over my face, looked at me, put his hand on my cheek, and rubbed my lower lip softly, with his thumb, kissed me deeply, and then growled his words.
“This mouth is mine.”
He pulled down my tube top, sucked my left nipple hard, and bit it softly. He shifted to my right nipple, and growled his words, again.
“These tits are mine.”
He slid his hand up my skirt, ran it up between my legs, slid his middle finger along my slit, inserted it into my pussy, rubbed my clit with his thumb, and growled.
“This is my pussy.”
He removed his pants and briefs, threw them on the floor, and crawled between my legs. He grabbed his hard cock, stroked it slowly, using his thumb to stimulate that meaty ridge on the head. He stared at me for a short time, then dropped his cock, and it bobbed down to an almost horizontal position. He grabbed my hips, rolled me over, and pulled my hips up, so my ass was raised up, and my breasts were pressed against the mattress.
“Spread yer legs.”
I heard a loud crack and felt a hot sting on my right ass cheek. He spanked my ass, and it angered me. I was so shocked, I couldn’t speak, or think, but when I heard what he said, my anger turned to lust.
“Tell me ya want me to fuck ya.”
“Huh?”
Another crack, another sting. I loved how tender and caring he was, but when he became forceful, it was a turn on for me. His strength was sexy to me. He was older and more experienced than me, and he knew my body, even better than me. Giving myself to him completely, brought me to heights I’ve never achieved. The mixture of pain and pleasure was exquisite.
“Tell me; I wanna hear ya say it.”
“I want you to fuck me, baby.”
He entered my pussy again, but now with his cock. Holding me by the waist, he fucked me slow, deep, and hard. I could feel the head of his cock slamming into my cervix. He sped up his fierce lunges, and I could feel his balls knocking against my clit. Once I started cumming, the orgasmic waves didn’t stop; one after another. He leaned over my body, with his mouth by my left ear, wrapping his right arm around my waist, sliding his hand between my legs, and rubbing my clit with his finger.
He wanted me to tell him what I wanted; it turned him on.
He growled again in my ear.
“C’mon baby, talk to me. Whose pussy is this, Abby?”
“Yes… yes, this is your pussy. Oh… god, it’s yours.”
He grabbed me by my waist again with both hands, working my body in a motion that slid my pussy up and down his shaft.
“I’m gonna pump that pussy full of cum.”
At the same time, I started to cum again, I felt the explosion of his hot load, deep inside me, with each release he made, ramming the head of his cock into my cervix. After making sure every drop was injected into me, he pulled out. Still holding my waist, he turned me, and pushed me down onto the bed. As I fell onto my back, he crawled up my body, and kissed me in a frenzy. He slid down between my legs, and began pleasuring me, with his talented tongue and mouth. After he brought me to several orgasms, he got off the bed, and told me to get ready to go.
“Shouldn’t I change into pants, since we’re taking the bike?”
“Nah, it’s not far, plus I like that yer naked pussy is gonna be pressed up against me. Besides, as long as ya sit on the back of yer skirt, no one will see yer ass”.
We both laughed, and he put on a gun harness, grabbed a gun, and put it in the harness, then he put on a leather vest. It had patches all over it, but what stood out was the patches on the back. I asked him what they were; what they meant.
“There’s more I haven’t told ya. I belong to a fraternal club, with my dad and brother. It’s a major part of my life, takes up a lot of my time, and no woman is gonna change that. You can come with me to some stuff, but there’s rules women have to follow. I’ll have to teach ya, and it’s important ya learn. I’ll wanna go over that stuff, right before we go inside the clubhouse.”
He helped me out of the truck, we got on the bike, and headed to the clubhouse. We pulled into the clubhouse lot, and he put the kickstand down before I got off, and leant the bike to park it. He told me to stay on the bike, and he dismounted, but then he leant, sitting on the edge of the driver’s seat, and turned to me.
“My dad’s the boss, here. Just be yer sweet self, be honest, and respectful to him. Be respectful to the other guys ya meet here. If you’re not, it’ll be bad for me, and I will not tolerate being embarrassed (as he shook his index finger in my face). You ain’t allowed to touch the door to open or close it; only club members can. Put the toilet seat up, before ya leave the bathroom. Women ain’t allowed to sit at the bar, unless a member has invited ’em to sit. Oh, my brother J.T. is gonna be here, so you’ll get to meet him, too.”
“This is a lot of information to process, but I think I’m okay with it. I just hope I don’t do anything wrong, because I don’t know all the rules.”
“If ya stay by me, it’ll be fine. Just don’t get too comfortable; when ya get too comfortable, ya forget there’s rules.”
I dismounted the bike, trying to make sure my skirt didn’t blow up, and we walked to the clubhouse. There was a guy standing by the door, and Danny hugged him, greeted him, and called him brother; then he opened the door for us to go in. Chivalry is not practiced here; the woman follows behind the man. Once inside, Danny greeted all the men with robust hugs, and referred to each of them as brother, except for his dad.
“Dad, this is Abby, and this is my dad, B.J.”
Danny looked like a slightly younger version of B.J., minus the beard, mustache, and salt and pepper hair; he was very handsome. B.J. is also built like a tank, but his waistline wasn’t as trim as Danny’s; he wasn’t fat, by any means.
“Well, she sure is a pretty lil’ thing, son. Nice to meet you darlin’.”
He had a low growl to his voice, just like his son. Danny sat down at the bar, next to B.J., and I remained standing beside Danny.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, B.J.”
“Come sit between me and Danny.”
Danny moved down a chair, and I sat between them. B.J. asked me what I would like to drink, and then ordered drinks for me, Danny, and himself.
“Let’s go back to the lounge, so we can talk. Oh, Danny, J.T. isn’t comin’; he had a change of plans.”
I followed B.J. and Danny through the clubhouse, to a closed door, where two men were standing. One of them opened the door, and then both moved to each side of the door to allow the three of us inside.
The lounge looked like a man’s den with wood paneling, lots of sitting space, a large heavy coffee table in the midst of some big leather couches, chairs, and side tables, with a small bar at the back of the room, a large desk with a leather office chair against one wall, a large screen TV, stereo system, and speakers against another wall, with a pool table in front of that, and more groupings of big leather couches, chairs, and side tables along another long wall. There were about five other people in the lounge, but they were sitting away from us. B.J. sat on a couch, and Danny and I sat together on another couch, which was adjacent to where B.J. sat.
“Danny came here late last night to talk to me about ya. I gave him some fatherly advice, but I wanted to meet ya, before I gave him any further advice. I’m assumin’ ya both had a talk today, and he explained to ya some things about himself, and what he expects from ya?”
“Yes, he did.”
B.J. paused; maybe to wait for me to say more, but I didn’t.
“And how do ya feel about what he told ya?”
“I think I understand what he wants and doesn’t want.”
“We’re both concerned about ya learnin’ the rules around here. There’s no handbook, so we’re gonna spend time together, and teach ya, as best we can. Danny wants ya around, so you’ll have to support him by being a good woman to him; it’s the only way it’ll work. I hope he’s told ya about his anger issues. That’ll be yer biggest challenge. You’ll need to learn how to deal with him when he’s like that.
“One thing I can tell ya, is don’t take any of it personally. It has more to do with him, than it does with ya, or his feelings about ya. He’s brought cunts here in the past, that ended up not bein’ allowed to come back, cuz they couldn’t learn how to behave, and they drank, too much.
“All of the club members are considered brothers and should be treated with respect by the women; if not, there can be serious repercussions for the woman, and her man. We both want ya to learn how to be the type of woman Danny needs.”
“I was raised by a very strict father. He also has anger issues, and I was raised that it is unacceptable to ever disrespect him. He’s brutally honest, straight forward, and doesn’t sugar coat anything. I don’t think my upbringing is going to be that much different to how I will be expected to behave around your club B.J., or even in private with Danny. I would hate to disappoint him.”
“I’m glad to hear that darlin’. I feel yer being very open, and honest with me; genuine. Danny was right, ya really are a sweet lil’ thing, and ya sure are pretty. Why don’t ya come sit by me, so we can bond a lil’?”
I looked at Danny to see if he approved.
“Go on baby, it’s okay.”
When I got up to go by B.J., I think he got a good look at my naked pussy; I could tell by the devilish smile on his face.
“Danny, you guys rode the bike here?”
“Of course, we did – why?”
I went to sit next to B.J., but he grabbed my waist, and shifted me to straddle his left thigh, so I was angled, facing Danny. He caught on quick, with the view B.J. just arranged. Danny crossed his arms over his chest, and wore the same damn devilish smile, as his dad. B.J. leaned in close to my right ear.
“Now I know why he’s so nuts over ya; you’re sexy as hell, darlin’. Ya think I could get a peek at those chocolate kisses?”
I looked at Danny.
“Did you share everything about yesterday with him?”
“He shares a lot with me, darlin’.”
“I had to brag, yer hot as hell! Oh baby, just show him yer tits.”
I lifted my tank top.
“Oh, those are nice”.
“They only look like chocolate kisses, after he sucks on them.”
Danny tried to cover his mouth to hide his growing grin, shook his head with that naughty smile, and B.J. laughed.
“Oh, so I have to suck on them?”
He slid me off his thigh, turned me around, grabbed both of my breasts, slowly sucked my left nipple firmly, and then did the same to my right. It happened so fast, my head spun. Was this really happening? Is this something all these guys do; share their women with each other? His beard tickled, and he sucked harder than Danny did. I felt it in my clit… and I liked it. He sat up and admired the chocolate kisses he made on each of my tits.
“Oh now, those are some lovely chocolate kisses.”
He maneuvered me back to straddling his thigh. He lightly kissed the back of my right shoulder, and softly rubbed his beard from my shoulder to my neck.
“Ya know, it’s not fair ya came here, wearing that lil’ skirt with no panties, flashing me a look at that sweet lil’ pussy. Men like us don’t take kindly to bein’ teased.”
I looked at Danny with raised eyebrows.
“He ain’t wrong, baby. Why don’t ya let him feel how wet I know yer pussy is right now, from him suckin’ yer nipples?”
B.J. put his left arm around my waist and reclined my upper body onto his chest, used his right hand to move my right leg over his right thigh, so my legs were spread wide over his lap. He slid his right hand up my skirt, and went straight to my slit. He stroked slowly up and down my clit for a few minutes.
“Oh, Jesus, does she get wet fast, and that… oh, darlin’…, I’d really like to get to know ya better, soon.”
“Did we come at a bad time, B.J.?”
“Um… no! Hell no, I just thought…”
I looked at Danny, and he had a lustful grin on his face, almost evil.
“Your dad is someone you completely trust… right?”
“Are ya tellin’ me ya want, what we talked about?”
“Yes.”
“Son, take care of the door.”
Danny walked to the door of the lounge, opened it, and said something to the guys outside. B.J.’s eyes were moving over my body. Danny came back, and removed his vest and his harness, and put them on a hook by the small bar. He came back, sat down on the couch, and removed his boots. He stood up, and unfastened his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, slid his jeans and briefs down, and stepped out of them. He was looking at me, putting me in a trance, and he was stroking his cock.
“Take yer skirt off.”
I slipped it down and stepped out of it.
“Come, suck my cock.”
I hopped off B.J.’s lap, and he spanked my ass, before I went and knelt in front of Danny. He fed his cock into my mouth, and I sucked the huge head; swirling my tongue around it, before I slid his shaft in and out of my mouth. He grabbed my ponytail, wrapped my long hair around his hand, and guided my head along his cock. I sucked the head more, as his cock grew thicker and longer, and then I slid his shaft in and out of my throat. He pulled his cock from my throat and mouth, and offered me his hand to stand. Danny sat on the edge of the large coffee table, pulled me over to him by my hand, turned me around, and spread my legs around his thighs.
I let him guide his cock to my pussy; once I felt the tip at my hole, I waited for him to rub the head in my juices, and get it planted inside, then I lowered myself, and he pulled my hips down. He leaned back on the coffee table, and pulled me back to recline on his body. B.J. was on his way over to us, now minus his vest. He pulled a chair over, and sat down right between our legs. Danny was thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy, working at getting it all the way in, while B.J. watched.
“Baby, lean back with yer hands on my arms.”
He was able to get his cock buried deeper, after I raised my body off his.
“Ya have a beautiful pussy, darlin’. Daddy’s gonna give ya what ya want, now.”
I lifted my knees, and he moved to the edge of the chair, leaned in, wrapping his arms under my thighs, and back up around front to my pussy. He pressed upwards along my outer labia, and ran his tongue over my clit. The feeling of my pussy being fucked, while my clit was being licked was better than I had imagined.
I began to moan with the pleasure. B.J. ate pussy almost exactly like his son, so I was in heaven, with his sucking, tongue massage, nibbling. His mustache and beard tickled the outside of my pussy. Danny was drilling his cock deeply, in and out, and I could feel the head hitting my cervix. I could feel an orgasm starting to build from Danny, and I started panting. When B.J. released my clit from his sucking, he pointed his tongue and flicked my clit very fast, and firm, and that started another, different orgasm.
“Oh… my god… yeah… oh… yeah…”
When my cries reached a higher pitch, B.J. slowed down, stopped flicking, and softly ran his tongue up and down my clit. Danny kept drilling my pussy. B.J. sucked my clit deep into his mouth, and at the same time, ran his tongue around it. He tugged on it; stretching it, and then let it slip out from between his lips. He started the firm tongue flicking, when Danny’s thrusts sped up.
My panting turned into cries, as both men pleasured me; my mouth was wide open, and every exhale was heard, with my cries that were building in volume, and pitch. Everything between my hips and thighs felt like it was humming, as the orgasms grew more intense. Danny let out a grunt and pumped his cum deep inside me; while his thrusts slowed down, but remained deep. I was squealing now, as B.J. was still flicking his tongue over my engorged, and throbbing clit. Danny grabbed my ankles, and held onto them, and I dug my nails into his arms. He chuckled a little.
“Breathe, baby, relax.”
I retracted my nails, and calmed myself, and worked through the intense orgasm. B.J. sucked my clit into his mouth, tongued it, and then let it slip out from his lips. He sat back in the chair and stared at my pussy. Danny’s cock was slipping out from my pussy, but the head was still stuck inside. When the head was soft enough, it slipped out, and B.J. was watching intently. I felt our cum start to run out slowly.
“Mmhmm… that’s a pretty lil’ mess right there. Son, clean up yer mess.”
Danny started sitting up, and lifted my butt off him, and I stood up, so he could get up.
“Sit down on the table, baby, other side.”
I sat down on the coffee table; he knelt in front of me, while I leaned back, and spread my legs for him. After he licked my pussy clean, he sucked my clit, and flicked it, bringing me to another orgasm. I put my legs over his shoulders, rolled and raised my hips, as I rode out the multiple orgasms. When he finished, we all put our clothes back on, and sat down on the couches.
“Anytime ya need me to help, ya just let me know. I haven’t had anythin’ that sweet in a long time.”
“I told ya; there’s somethin’ special ’bout her, ain’t it?”
“How can she be so fuckin’ sexy, and been untouched less than twenty-four hours ago?”
“I think I corrupted her.”
“Ha, yeah, if anyone could, it’d be yer ass.”
Danny told B.J. that we needed to get going, so we all stood up, hugged, and kissed each other goodbye. B.J. told me that I should call him Daddy from now on. On the way out, Danny hugged the other guys that were still sitting in the lounge, but that group had since doubled in size. He did the same to the guys that were at the bar, as we headed out of the clubhouse.
“Well, I think Daddy likes me. What do you think?”
“Yeah, he likes ya!”
“Do you think he wants to fuck me?”
“He’d be crazy if he didn’t wanna fuck ya.”
We got to the bike, and he leaned and sat on the edge of the driver’s seat, and he put his arms around my waist, and pulled me against him, and kissed me deep. While he swirled his tongue around mine, and sucked it, his hands lifted the back of my skirt, and he massaged my butt cheeks. He grabbed my thigh and lifted it around his hip, and returned to my butt cheeks. I realized the guy standing outside by the door, could see everything, including my ass.
“The guy standing by the door can see everything.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Oh my god.”
I buried my head in his chest.
“Haven’t ya ever mooned anyone? It’s the same thing… and ya just mooned every guy inside the clubhouse.”
I stood up, looked at him, put my hands on my hips, and pursed my lips… and then I heard it. Whistling, hootin’, and hollerin’ from inside the clubhouse. He mounted the bike, and then I got on. He started the engine, and then we headed back to his semi.
~ ~ ~
After we both got up into the truck, we removed all our clothing. I got on his bed and lay on my back. Danny crawled onto the bed, between my legs. I spread them wide, he slid up onto me, and then we kissed, and ran our hands all over each other’s bodies. First, I ran my fingers over his strong arms, and it turned me on. Next, I rubbed along the length of his back muscles, and that made me hot. I reached further down, and began squeezing his muscular ass cheeks, and that really drove me crazy. Periodically, I could feel the tip of his cock brush against my pubic hair, and I wanted to smash my pelvis up towards his. His mouth moved down to my nipples. He spent a long time going back and forth, sucking each of my nipples. He used his teeth, ever so lightly, to tantalize them. I could tell that I was incredibly wet, and he hadn’t even touched it yet. He returned back to my mouth and kissed me long and deep.
“Do all of the members share women with each other?”
“Yeah, but, I’m only gonna share you with my dad, and J.T.”
“So, you want me to fuck your dad, and your brother?”
“I don’t think of it like that. I want the three of us to be able to pleasure you.”
“At the same time?”
“Maybe; how hot would it be, and how good would it feel, if ya could get yer pussy fucked, while suckin’ cock?”
“I haven’t even met J.T. yet. What if I’m not attracted to him?”
“Yeah, we’ll make sure ya like him, of course.”
“Won’t your club brothers think it’s not fair?”
“They shouldn’t. It’s not like I fuck any of their women.”
“I’m so glad you said that, so I didn’t have to ask.”
“Wanna take a nap with me?”
“Sure baby, that sounds nice.”
He rolled me over, so his front was spooning against my back and I could feel his cock nestled in, against my ass.
He wrapped his right arm around my waist, slid his middle finger between my pussy lips, pressed it against my clit, and kept it planted there, while we fell asleep.
I woke up a little, every time his finger moved on my clit, but then fell right back to sleep. After about an hour, I felt his cock growing against my butthole. I lifted my right leg, so his cock was between my legs, and had room to grow, along the outside of my ass and pussy. I rested my leg over his thigh, he stroked my clit, and I knew he was awake.
“Hey, beautiful. Did ya get any sleep?”
“Yes, I did.”
I did a big stretch, and yawned.
“I have to use the bathroom.”
“Yeah, me too.”
We got dressed, put our shoes on, and he helped me out of the truck, locked it, and we walked to Kohl Oil, and used the restrooms. We also got some drinks, and some snacks. On the way back to the truck, we had an interesting conversation.
“There’s somethin’ I wanna share with ya today. It’s an experience, that I hope ya enjoy, because it’s somethin’ I really enjoy.”
“Okay… are you going to tell me what this experience is?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want ya to be scared. Ya know, ya can’t tell me ‘no’, right?”
“Why can’t I?”
“Because yer mine.”
“Danny…”
“Yer mine. Do ya trust me?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then, we’ll try it, and ya can tell me if ya like it, or not.”
“What if I say I don’t like it; will you be angry with me, or upset?”
“I’ll never be angry, or upset with ya, if yer bein’ honest with me.”
“Okay.”
We got back to the truck, and he unlocked it, and helped me get up. I crawled in back, and he handed me the stuff he bought us, and then he crawled back.
“Remove yer clothes.”
We both removed our shoes, and got undressed. I had to get out of his way, so I laid on the bed. He dug around in a storage cubby, and pulled out some thick black cord, and started to unwind it.
“Stand up.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, took a length of the cord, doubled it, and wrapped it around my left wrist several times. It was loose, but not loose enough, that I could slip my hand out. He took both ends of the doubled cord, and crossed them with the wrapped cord around my wrist, and tied a bunch of special knots on the outside of my wrist, leaving about a one-foot tail on both ends. He did the same on my right wrist.
“Put yer right foot up on the bed.”
He took a longer length of cord, doubled it, and wrapped it tight around my left thigh several times, as high as possible. I got excited each time his hands brushed against my pussy, or ass while he was wrapping the cord. He took both ends of the doubled cord and tied them off the same way he did the wrist wrappings, and the knots were on the outside of my upper thigh, leaving about a one-foot tail on both ends.
“Turn around and put yer left foot up on the bed.”
He did the same on my right thigh. He used the cord tails from my right wrist, and my right thigh, and tied knots to secure my wrist to my hip. He did the same to my left wrist, and left thigh.
“Lie down in the middle of the bed, on yer back.”
I crawled on my knees (thinking, how can this look sexy?), and then flipped onto my back, with my legs straight out, and together.
“When yer restrained, I don’t want ya to speak, unless I’ve asked ya a question, or given ya permission to speak. The only time yer allowed to speak out of turn, is to tell me I’m hurtin’ ya. Do ya understand?”
“Yes.”
He picked up his pants, grabbed the buckle of his belt, and slowly pulled the belt out of the belt loops of his jeans. I could feel heat on the tops of my ears, and my ear lobes. He folded the belt in half, and held it by the ends, together in his right fist. I was getting frightened, even though I couldn’t imagine him deliberately hurting me. I did trust him… but I was afraid.
“Danny…”
He looked at his left hand, palm side up, slapped it with the belt, and locked eyes with me.
“Shh, hush now, baby.”
His low soothing growl calmed me instantly; he had me in his trance. He crawled onto the bed on his knees and straddled my thighs. He ran the folded end of the belt around my face, slowly and softly, while he spoke.
“I want ya to think of this, as an extension of my body.”
When he brushed it over my lips, I opened my mouth, and licked it. He ran it down my chin, then down my neck.
“Pain isn’t just for punishment. It can increase sensitivity, and intensify pleasure, too.”
He ran it to my left breast and circled the nipple. He lifted it, and then slapped it on my nipple, and it stung just a little. He leaned over and ran his tongue around the nipple, and then sucked it deep into his mouth, and then released it through his lips. He ran it over my right breast, and circled the nipple. He slapped that nipple harder than the other one, and I gasped, not from pain, but from the sound it made. It stung, but when he ran his tongue over my nipple, and sucked it into his mouth, it felt wonderful. It soothed the sting away, and I could feel the texture of his tongue on my nipple, inside his mouth. He released that nipple from his lips, and slapped my left nipple again, which was still hard, and sensitive. I winced from the sting, and he leaned over and took it into his mouth, sucking very hard. So hard, that I felt it in my clit; that tingling feeling. He removed his mouth from my nipple. He ran the belt down over my belly, then my abdomen.
“Open yer legs.”
I spread my legs for him, and he seized my nipple again, very hard. He stroked my outer labia with the belt, then he pushed in and stroked my inner labia, and over my clit. I moaned, and my hips rose to add more pressure against my clit. He slapped my outer labia, and I jerked my hips back. He continued stroking my outer labia, and then my inner labia, and my clit again. I moaned again but refrained from moving my hips. He used the edge of the folded belt to caress the tip of my clit, and it felt so good, I couldn’t help moaning louder, and raising my hips. He slapped my pussy again, harder this time, and I had to bite my lips not to speak. He stroked my inner labia upward, and along my clit several times.
“Yer so wet… On yer knees.”
It was difficult to do, with my arms, and hands restrained, but I stood on my knees.
“Head down.”
I leaned forward, and turned my head to the side, so I could breathe. He slowly ran the belt from the back of my neck, down my spine (I arched my back from the sensation), down my butt crack, down to my pussy, down my right inner thigh, back up to my pussy, down my left inner thigh, back up to my pussy, and then back up to my butt crack, grazing my butthole. With his left hand, he caressed both of my butt cheeks, one at a time.
“Mmm… such a sexy lil’ ass,” he purred.
He put his fingers flat on my butt crack and used his thumb to softly caress my butthole. I felt him remove his hand, move back some, and then he cracked my ass with two swift slaps; one on my right cheek, and one on my left cheek. I shrieked from the pain, but the sting was delayed, and then I could feel the heat across both butt cheeks. He moved closer behind me, and tenderly kissed and licked both of my butt cheeks. He leaned his body over mine; I could feel his cock against my pussy, then he stretched his upper body across my back, to get his mouth close to my ear.
“I know ya enjoyed that. Yer pussy is drippin’ all over my sheets.”
He dragged his body over mine, got back up on his knees, put his left hand on my hip, grabbed his cock with his right hand, rubbed the head into my wetness, inserted it into my pussy, and pushed it in, as he let go of it. He thrusted in and out, at a slow pace several times, before he started drilling into my depths. Having his entire cock fill every part of my pussy was the most amazing feeling, but the head hitting my cervix with his inward thrusts, is what made me climax almost instantly, in addition to his balls knocking against my clit. I had to bite my lips again, in order not to speak; he wasn’t holding the belt, but I was sure it was within his reach. Even though I did enjoy his spankings, the last ones on my ass were still tender.
“On yer back.”
He pulled his cock out of my pussy, and I rolled over on my side, then onto my back, and scooted to the middle of the bed, spreading my legs slightly, with my knees bent. I didn’t know what he wanted, so I waited for his cue. He crawled to me, between my legs, so I spread them wider. He stood on his knees, put his palms on my knees, and pushed them up high to my shoulders.
“Hold on to yer ankles.”
He had a smirk on his face, as he looked into my eyes. He guided his cock into my pussy, using his right hand, and then returned it to my knee. Once the head was inserted, he sunk his shaft in deep, and continued to push into me, using deep, hard thrusts that made my tits bounce upwards. I started to orgasm, from the intense jarring of my cervix; I was panting through my opened mouth. After I climaxed, he slowed his pace, slid his cock all the way out, resting the tip at the opening of my pussy, then sliding it back in, until his balls were pressed against my butthole. He repeated this, until my next orgasm, which was more intense; I began to moan, trying not to speak the words I wanted to share with him.
The length of his cock felt longer than usual, as he kept pulling it all the way out, and pushing it all the way in; my orgasm transitioned into many, and my moans turned into cries. His smirk became more prominent; he looked pleased. He pushed harder on my knees, pinning them to the mattress, he straightened and spread his legs, lifting his ass high, and drilled me with his cock. It felt like I was having one long orgasm, while he built up to his climax. He opened his mouth, released a low moan, thrusted his cock deep and hard, and pressed the head of his cock against my cervix, bathing it with his cum.
He released my knees but didn’t tell me to release my ankles. He got back to his knees, and then laid at my pussy, and pleasured me with his magical mouth, and tongue. When he made me squeal for a good long time, he released my clit from his lips, and got off the bed to grab a bottle of lotion from his storage cubby, where he kept the cord. He untied all the knots, and removed my bindings from my wrists, and thighs. He wrapped up the cords, and set them down on the bed, and grabbed the lotion.
“Yer no longer restrained, so ya have permission to speak.”
“That was… really… intense.”
He put lotion on his palms, and rubbed it onto both of my wrists, and then used more to moisturize my upper thighs, and hips.
“Turn over, baby.”
He got up, straddled my thighs, put a generous amount of lotion onto both of my butt cheeks, and rubbed and massaged it into my cheeks.
“Thank you, that felt very nice.”
“Very nice. I’m pleased ya enjoyed it.”
~ ~ ~
Over the next couple of weeks, I would spend my days and nights with him, in his semi. I even started to sneak out my bedroom window, so I could spend the night with him. I was lucky, because my room had the only large window that slid vertically. The water meter was directly below, so it was easy for me to get out, and back in. I just had to get back home in time, so I didn’t get caught.
The first two times he had to go out on the road, were really challenging for me. I was so addicted to him, and I couldn’t bear to be without him. The first time he left, he was gone for three days. Before he left, he told me that I could get in touch with B.J., to see if he wanted to hang out. I felt uncomfortable reaching out to B.J., until the second day. He told me to come right over to the clubhouse. It felt strange riding my bike there, and not being with Danny.
~ ~ ~
When I arrived, there wasn’t anyone standing outside, like usual. I know there’s cameras everywhere, and I had hoped someone would see me. I had to knock, which was weird; Danny was clear at the beginning, that I was not allowed to touch the door. One of the guys came out, and asked me if I was waiting long, and explained that he had to use the can. I told him B.J. was expecting me, and he nodded, said “Yep”, opened the door, let me in, and escorted me to the lounge. B.J.’s face lit up when he saw me.
“How’s my lil’ darlin’?”
“I miss him, Daddy.”
He put his arms out, and I went to him. His low voice soothed me, and it reminded me of Danny.
“He’ll be home, before ya know it.”
“Yesterday was the hardest day I’ve had in a long time. I didn’t know what to do with myself, and I couldn’t stop thinking of him, and missing him.”
“Why didn’t ya let me know yesterday?”
“I didn’t want to bother you, or have you thinking I was behaving like a child.”
“Yer never a bother to me; ya understand? Don’t ever feel that way about me. I understand that ya miss him, and that’s not bein’ a child. Ya care about him, and that makes me happy.”
“Thank you for understanding, Daddy.”
He gave me a hug, and had his hands low on my back, just above my ass. His office chair was right behind him, so he sat down, and slid his hands down to my ass cheeks, and pulled me in between his thighs. He tenderly caressed my bottom and rubbed his lips over each of my nipples.
“Can I try to make ya feel better, darlin’?”
“Of course, you can.”
“Pull down yer shorts, and yer panties for me.”
After I pulled them down, he lifted my t-shirt up, and pushed up my bra. He suckled on each of my nipples, like he was trying to get milk to come out. He sucked them long, hard, and deep. My nipples were tender after, and a little red. My pussy was very wet, as he knew it would be. He grabbed me by the waist, lifted me, and sat me on his desk. He slipped my shorts and panties off my feet, and spread my thighs apart.
“Lie back, darlin’.”
He pulled me by the waist, so my butt was on the edge of the desk. He grabbed my ankles, lifted them up, and held them behind his neck. He leaned in, and flicked his pointed tongue over my clit, until it was firm. He sucked my clit deep into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. I loved that he ate pussy, so similar to Danny. He made me cream several times, before I heard him unfasten his belt. He pulled away from me, and stood up. I heard his jeans drop to the floor, and then I heard the snap of the elastic band of his briefs. I welcomed him with wide open thighs.
“Daddy knows what ya need.”
He grabbed his cock, slid the head in, and pushed forward to slide the shaft in. I was so wet, that it slid in all the way, in one slow inward thrust. He pulled back out slowly, all the way. He fucked me like this for a good long time, until I came. I loved feeling the big head of his cock entering and exiting my pussy. Once I started cumming, he held on to my waist, pulling me closer, his thrusts sped up, and went deeper. I arched my back, and rolled my hips, while I rode out the amazing orgasms, that seemed to keep coming. My sighs became moans, and my moans became cries; I was sure the guy standing outside the door could hear me clearly.
“Oh… god… oh… ahh… oh, yeah.”
His erections lasted long, and my thighs were getting tired. I lifted my knees, and held onto them, which pushed his arms and hands down from my waist, to my hips.
“In my haste, I trapped myself in my jeans. Could ya get my boots off, darlin'”
He helped me get up, and off the desk, and then he sat in his office chair. I pulled off both of his boots, jeans, and then his briefs.
“Ya wanna ride Daddy?”
He patted his lap, and I straddled it, putting my arms around his strong neck. He put his hands on my rump, and lifted me enough, so he could guide his cock into my pussy. He lowered me, I slid down his cock, and he reclined the back of his office chair. I rode him like he was a horse, and it was wild. He even spanked my ass a few times. He sucked and bit my nipples, while I rode him. Fucking B.J. was hot, but it just wasn’t the same, as Danny. There was so much passion missing, and B.J. didn’t kiss me like Danny did, which was probably good, because I think it would’ve made me uncomfortable. It just wasn’t Danny, and that’s what I needed.
When Danny got back from the road, we would spend some of our time in his semi, but mostly at the clubhouse. When he would go on the road, I spent time with B.J. at the clubhouse.