CULVER: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (26 page)

“Please, sir, fuck my ass harder, please fuck me
deeper,” I cried out. I could hear him grunting behind me. In front of me, the
prisoner was jacking himself off furiously now, a lecherous grin plastered on
his face; behind me, the Sheriff was grunting loudly and thrusting into me
harder now.

Each time he pulled his cock away and then pumped
it back in I could feel my ass contracting, and his thrusting slammed me into
the metal bar, rubbing against my clit even harder each time. I could feel the
familiar pressure of a climax building inside me and I couldn’t help but crying
out at each thrust.

“Yes, Sheriff, fuck my little ass, please,” I
moaned against the bars, to the pleasure of the inmates around me. I could hear
the Sheriff’s breath getting quicker, and his pumps got even faster; he was
fucking me deeply now, his whole cock pumping into my asshole.

“Yeah, fuck that dirty little slut,” a voice
yelled; I pressed myself harder against the bar, relishing each stroke against
my engorged clit as the pressure built further and further.

“Yes, Sheriff, I’m
 
a bad little girl, please fuck me…fuck
me…harde- oh fuck I’m comminnnng,” I screamed as an orgasm rocked me; I pressed
my body harder against the cold bars of the prison cell as my orgasm shook
through me, making me lose control of my legs and almost collapsing onto the
Sheriff’s dick, which was still thrusting in and out of my ass, each stroke
making me climax even harder; I couldn’t see anything, or hear anything, lost
in the blinding pleasure of my clit against the cold metal and the cock in my
asshole.

“Fuck you slut,” I head the Sheriff groan, and
suddenly felt a stream of hot cum exploding inside me as the Sheriff came,
released load upon load inside my once-virginal asshole. He grabbed my hips as
he came, pulling me against his cock as he unloaded inside me. Finally, he
released his grip and we just stood there, his dick still in my asshole, both
breathing heavily.

Looking out of the corner of my eye, I watched the
man across from me shoot his cum across the cell. I felt the Sheriff pull out
of me and groaned as his cock popped out of my asshole. I heard metal jangling
and felt the handcuffs release. Turning around, I saw the Sheriff staring at me
with what looked like regret on his face. I looked back at him, putting on my
best little girl face again.

“Your boyfriend?” He said, his face growing cold. I
nodded, looking up at him wide-eyed. He stood for a moment longer with the cold
look on his face, then I saw it soften.

“Okay. You know what? Okay. He can go,” he said
with a sigh. My heart raced with joy as I imagined Cash running out of his cell
into my waiting arms. A moment later though, my heart crashed as I realized
what I’d done. What if Cash hated me for this? What if he thought I was just
some stupid slut who’d do anything with anyone?

I let the Sheriff lead me back to the main office,
ignoring the hooting and jeers coming from the prisoners as we walked. I could
feel the Sheriff’s cum leaking out of my asshole and cringed, thinking that it
could all have been for nothing if Cash decided he didn’t want me anymore. In
the main office, I slipped back into my clothes while the Sheriff disappeared
into the other corridor, the one were Cash was being kept. Soon, I heard them
approaching down the hallway.

“Special circumstances…bail…insufficient funds
for…rigamarole…” I heard parts of the Sheriff’s speech as they neared the main
office. As soon as I saw Cash enter, I threw myself into his arms. The Sheriff
sighed and took his seat behind his desk. I turned to him, gleeful.

“Thank you so…” I started, but he interrupted me
with a wave of his hand.

“Just leave now, please,” he said. I grabbed Cash’s
hand and practically ran out of the office, so glad to have Cash back, but also
so worried to tell him exactly how it had happened.

~
6
~

Once we were in the car and on the road, I didn’t
know what to say. Should I just blurt it out? Be tactful? Maybe I just
shouldn’t say anything at all?

“I’m not gonna ask what you did for me back there,
teacup,” Cash said suddenly, making me jump and pulling me away from my
thoughts.

“Wh-what?” I asked, fear clutching at my throat.

“I said, I’m not gonna ask what you did. I don’t
care. I’m just grateful. I know lots of ways to get around the law and, well,
I’m just saying thanks,” he said, looking at me with that half-smile on. I
melted in relief; I was so happy that I wouldn’t need to tell him, that he not
only forgave me, but was actually grateful. I put my hand on his thigh.

“Of course, I’d do anything for you,” I said,
meaning it with all my heart.

We drove back to the bar and promptly disappeared
into the office, what I had come to think of as our love nest. I was tired from
all the activity at the prison, and I sat on his lap as he looked through some
papers. I still wanted to know more: what was the deal with this club, anyway?
What did they do? Why was there always so much money lying around?

I pushed all that out of my head though, and
relaxed, leaning back against Cash. I was playing with his vest idly, letting
my mind wander, when suddenly I found myself speaking, saying something I’d
long felt but been afraid to say.

“Cash, I think I love you.” He’d looked up at me,
then back down quickly. He took a long sip of whiskey. My heart fell and I
started to get up. He pulled me back.

“Don’t, teacup. It’s not that. I…well, I love you
too, see. But it’s not that easy. It’s complicated. You wanna be with me, you
gotta be with the whole club. I’m not just talking figuratively. You gotta
swear to keep our secrets. You’ll know it all, but you gotta devote yourself to
us. Entirely,” Cash said, looking at me with dead seriousness in his eyes. I
nodded fervently.

“I will. I swear, I will. I would never hurt you,
Cash,” I said, leaning in to kiss him. He pulled his head away.

“Not just that, teacup. You gotta be with the whole
club, not just with our secrets. Do you get it?” He asked, eyes averted. I
didn’t get it.

“No, I don’t understand, Cash. I mean, I like all
the guys…” This was true. I’d spent a lot of time at the bar not just in the
backroom. I had fun with the girls, and I had fun with the men. They were
always nice to me, joking around, never too crude. I especially liked Tux,
who’d followed Brian home, and a few of the older men who seemed fatherly to
me.

“If you wanna be my old lady, you gotta prove your
loyalty to everyone, teacup. Everyone’s done it. I mean, the girls.” He looked
at me again and it finally clicked. I jumped off his lap.

“What? You mean I have to sleep with everyone
here?” I cried out, unbelieving. Cash nodded solemnly. I was shocked. “Why
would you even want that? Why would you want them touching me, if I’m yours?”
Cash’s eyes grew hard and cold at that.

“Because they’re my family. We share everything.
We’re not just a club, teacup. We’re brothers. Every time you touch one of
them, it’s like you’re touching me. If you don’t get that, then you should
leave. Now.” His tone was stern, serious, and I felt my resistance wilting.

“Well…I mean…how does it work? Is it like…one at a
time or…or can I get it all done at once? Is it forever? Do I always have
to….whenever someone wants….” I had so many questions. Cash’s eyes lit up and
his face softened as he realized I was actually considering it. He gave me that
damn half-grin, and I realized there was nothing I could do. I loved him too
much. And if that meant I had to pleasure every man in that bar, I’d do it.

“All at once. And there are rules. Younger guys,
they don’t get certain privileges. They know the rules. You don’t have to do
anything, teacup, just be there. And do your best,” Cash said, staring deep
into my eyes. I walked back towards him and straddled him in the chair.

“And then we can be together? For real?
Officially?” I asked. He nodded. I took his head in my hands and pulled him in,
kissing him softly on the mouth. Pulling back, I smiled.

“Okay. Okay, Cash. I can do this,” I said. And I
knew it was true.

~
7
~

We were standing outside the bar that I had come to
know and love so well.

“Teacup, you’re gonna do just fine. You’ll see.
Once you’re in, you’re in, and you’ll be taken care of. All our secrets will be
your secrets. Every man in the club will have your back. I promise. And you’ll
never have to do it again. Unless you want to. Some of our ladies, they like us
so much they do it all the time. But you don’t have to and I won’t love you any
less,” Cash said as we stood outside the bar.

“But, I mean, there’s just so many…I don’t know…” I
said, biting my lip. I looked into Cash’s eyes and thought, for the hundredth
time, how strange it was for me to end up here. How did a good, suburban girl
like me get involved with a biker gang? And why didn’t I care to find out the
answers?

“There’s only ten official members, teacup. And
you’ve got two hands, a mouth, a pussy, and an asshole. That’s five ways to
pleasure a man. It’ll be over in a jiff. And don’t be surprised if you find
yourself not wanting it to end. You might be…impressed by some of the men in
there,” Cash said with his half-grin.

I smiled up at him and nodded. He grabbed my hand
and led me up the porch and into the bar. The familiar faces of the bar were
there, standing around talking in low voices. They straightened up as soon as I
entered, and I heard a few wolf whistles. They made me blush, but the men’s
eyes on my young body was more exciting, and less threatening, than I’d
pictured. They’d rolled a bike into the center of the bar and Cash guided me
towards it. I noticed that there was a camera set up and shot Cash a look.

“Need it, baby, for insurance. Sorry. I promise,
it’s not getting out,” he said apologetically. I accepted this information
without question, as I’d grown used to doing when it came to Cash and the club.
I hadn’t been told exactly how it would all work, so I followed Cash’s
directions when he told me to get on the bike. I felt the cold leather against
my exposed pussy and gasped, which drew some smiles from the crowd. I blushed.
Cash took my chin in his hand, pulling my face towards him, then leaned in and
kissed me gently.

“Enjoy yourself, teacup,” he said. He turned the
key on the bike and it roared to a start; he popped the clutch and set it in
neutral. The motorcycle hummed gently beneath me, sending vibrations through my
pussy and rubbing against my clit. I felt my eyes half-close as the sensations
flowed through me. The saddle was perfectly shaped for me to lean in and expose
my clit to the vibrations. I moaned and clutched the seat as I slid down
further and then back up, humping the seat.

Through my half-closed eyes, I watched the men
around me. They were smiling and nudging each other. One of the oldest men in
the group, a man named Wolf who had once helped me learn to throw darts, walked
towards the bike and grabbed the handles. He revved the engine and the extra
jolt of vibrations made me cry out. My clit was throbbing from the sensations,
and I wanted more. I slid up and down on the seat faster; Wolf moved back and
another man came forward, revving the engine again.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, to the men’s delight. Tux
was next in the line, and he looked into my eyes, smiling, as he revved the
engine as well. I was thrusting against the seat and sliding up and down faster
now, relishing every buzz that rocked against my clit, craving the deep
vibration of the engine.

I felt the familiar pressure in my pussy as the
fourth man approached and revved the engine again. I moaned and fell forward,
grabbing at the metal between the seat and the handles. At this point, I was
doubled over, thighs clenched around the bike seat as the fifth man walked up
and revved the engine again. My tits were pressed against the bike now, and the
vibrations against my nipples enhanced the experience until I was moaning
constantly, riding the bike seat, trying to get even closer to the vibrations
as they tingled against my clit and my pussy.

I felt my pussy dripping and worried for a second
about the bike seat, but at that point the sixth man came up and revved the
engine. The constant fluctuations of the vibrations against my pussy were
driving me crazy, and I looked up with pleading eyes as the seventh man revved
the engine again, sending me into a frenzy.

Each time they revved the engine, I felt myself get
close to climaxing, but it would return to neutral each time and leave me
desperate, panting, needing more. As the eighth, and then the ninth, man each
came up and revved the engine, I was left practically grinding against the
leather seat; finally, as the tenth man came up and revved the engine, I begged
him with my eyes not to stop until I came. He revved the engine and I moaned.

“Oh, please, please, fuck, please,” I cried out,
but the engine returned to neutral just the same. I looked around at the group,
needing release, pressing my pussy and clit against the seat as hard as I
could, needing one final push to finally come. That’s when Cash came and stood
directly in front of me, hands on the handles.

“Please, let me come,” I begged. He gave me his
half-smile and I moaned. Then, he revved the engine again and kept it in gear
longer, just long enough so that my clit finally released the pressure inside
me, sending shocks of pleasure through my body as I ground my body against the
seat, crying out, “oh fuck yes, fuck yes, FUCK,” feeling my pussy clench and
release my juices all over the leather seat.

As I collapsed against the bike, Cash leaned over
and turned it off. The men applauded as Cash helped me off the seat. I was
still shaking from my orgasm, and when I felt a pair of strange hands on my
body I leaned back into them. It was Wolf, and he was caressing my ass, which
was slightly sore from the vibrations. His touch ignited my desire again as I
felt his fingers slipping into my wet slit. I moaned and pressed harder against
him as another man approached me, his dick already out.

Automatically, I reached out and grabbed it,
stroking it gently. A third man approached me from the other side, and I
grabbed his dick with my other hand. I could feel Wolf probing my drenched
pussy with his fingers and was surprised by how much I wanted more; maybe Cash
was right. I should just enjoy myself. I leaned over so that my face was level
with the two cocks I was holding. I took the first man’s cock in my mouth.
Looking up, I recognized him as an older member, who was missing teeth, known
as Hundo.

I sucked on his cock while still stroking the other
man’s cock, then switched, licking and sucking on the other man’s cock. I
realized this was Jackamo, one of the younger men in the crew. Behind me, I
heard Wolf unzipping and wiggled my ass, wanting his cock inside me, wanting to
continue the feelings I had experienced on the bike. As I felt his cock press
against my slit, I moaned. Wolf was big; not as big as Cash, but maybe thicker.

I pressed harder against him and had to take my
mouth off Jackamo’s cock to moan louder as it entered me, stretching my pussy.
I felt Hundo’s hands guiding my head back to his cock and obliged, taking more
of his dick into my mouth, licking it all around as I bobbed my head up and
down. I was stroking Jackamo harder now, and felt his hand on my head as he
guided it back to his cock.

Behind me, Wolf was pumping steadily into me,
gripping my hips as he did, pulling me back and forth with every thrust. My
groans were muffled by Jackamo’s dick halfway down my throat, but I spread my
legs farther, wanting Wolf to fuck me deeper. His thrusts became quicker and he
gripped me harder.

I moved back to sucking Hundo’s dick, jacking off
Jackamo rapidly. Wolf was slamming into me now, making it hard for me to focus
on sucking Hundo’s cock. I took my mouth away and moaned as Wolf slammed into
me, again and again, stretching my pussy, making my tits bounce in the air. I
could hear the slap of his balls against my thighs as he pulled and pushed me
against him as quickly as he was thrusting.

“Fuck, you’re good pussy, teacup,” he grunted.

“Suck my dick,” I heard Jackamo say, and happily
tried to oblige. The way Wolf was fucking me so violently made it hard, as did
the steadily rising pressure inside me that I knew meant I was approaching
climax. Suddenly, to my temporary dismay, I heard Wolf groan behind me and felt
a wave of hot liquid enter my pussy as he came inside me, holding my hips
against him as he unloaded his cum inside me.

I was still jacking Hundo off vigorously, and soon I
felt streams of his cum landing on my shoulder and dripping down onto my
breasts. He grabbed my head away from Jackamo’s dick and I sucked the last of
his cum from the head of his cock as Wolf grunted, unleashing the last of his
hot cum in my pussy. Hundo’s cum in my mouth tasted dirty, and old, but I
savored it, swallowing every drop.

Behind me, Wolf pulled out with a plop and I felt
another cock immediately take its place. I turned to see who it was; it was
another of the older group, a man named Sly who was surprisingly good at
physics and had helped me with difficult homework before; I smiled up at him. I
liked Sly because he reminded me of my father, and I was surprised at how
excited I was at having his throbbing cock inside my pussy.

Jackamo grabbed my head again and pulled my mouth
towards his cock; I’d been jacking him off fairly hard, and I could tell he was
almost ready to come, so I doubled my efforts, licking his cock from base to
head and sucking on it, taking it deep into my mouth. I felt my other hand
being lifted and I felt another dick, which I immediately started stroking.
Jackamo had both his hands on my head and was almost mouth-fucking me now,
thrusting his cock into my mouth.

Behind me, I felt Sly enter and moaned against
Jackamo’s dick. Sly’s cock wasn’t very thick, but it was very long, and I felt
it reach deep inside my pussy. The vibrations of my moan against Jackamo’s cock
must have sent him over the edge, because I felt his hot, sticky cum hitting
the back of my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, yes, this is a good fucking slut,”
Jackamo moaned as he felt me swallow every drop of cum, sucking it out of his
dick. I felt someone grab my ponytail and my head was jerked away from
Jackamo’s cock; the last few spurts landed on my cheek. It was Sly, behind me,
who had pulled my ponytail, and he was slowly thrusting into me, too slowly for
me, I needed more, faster, harder. After almost coming on Wolf’s cock I was
crazy with desire.

“She is a good slut, isn’t she,” Sly growled, and
began thrusting harder into me. “Aren’t you a good slut?”

“Yes, yes, I’m a good slut, Sly, oh, please, Sly,
please fuck me harder,” I heard myself pleading. Sly released his grip and
began thrusting into me harder, reaching even deeper than Cash usually could. I
realized I was still just stroking the dick on my left, and, looking up,
realized it was Tux. I liked Tux a lot, so I thought I would treat him special.
Sly was fucking me harder and harder, and I was having trouble concentrating on
anything but the way his cock filled me deep, and the rising sensations inside
my pussy. I looked up at Tux and he stroked my hair.

“It’s okay, slut, I want to watch you come,” he
said. Another man approached from the other side and I reached for his cock
without even looking up. All I wanted to do was focus on Sly’s cock in my
pussy; I was thrusting against him hard now.

“Are you gonna come on my dick, teacup?” I heard
Sly say behind me.

“Yes, I want to come on your huge cock, please,
please,” I cried out. Sly started slamming into me harder. My eyes grew wide
and I couldn’t help but cry out with each thrust. I felt Sly’s arm creep around
my waist and felt his fingers on my clit. He immediately starting rubbing my
clit, furiously, and the sensation was driving me over the edge.

“Oh, oh, oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes, oh, oh, OH!” I
cried as Sly slammed into me, holding my hips tight against his cock as my body
shook with another orgasm; I felt myself gripping the two cocks harder as my
body bucked and convulsed. I felt Sly’s hot cum shooting into my pussy as I
came, my clenching pussy milking the cum from him.

As my orgasm subsided and Sly pulled out, I took a
moment to gather myself. I didn’t have much time, though, as I felt Tux’s hands
on my head, pulling me back towards his cock. Behind me, I felt another man’s
cock against my pussy.

“You might wanna go for ass,” I heard Sly say. I
was sucking hard on Tux’s cock at that point, and he was thrusting his cock
into my mouth quickly.

“God, fuck, her mouth’s so good,” I heard Tux say.
I was still jacking off the other man, who I hadn’t managed to identify. His
cock felt small in my hand. Tux’s cock was hitting the back of my throat with
each thrust, and I wondered if he was close. Behind me, I felt a finger dip
into my cum-soaked pussy, then move up to roll around my asshole.