Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance) (37 page)

"Oh -- heh," I chuckled nervously, a
sense of relief running over.

Looking at me out of the corner of her eye, Di
said, "I got you to admit it, though, didn't I? That you're wild in
bed."

"I -- get around," I said
confidently, unsure of where this conversation was leading.

"Well, I bet you've never been fucked by
an entire MC before, have you, honey?"

Di was looking me squarely in the eye. She
appeared to be serious.

"No, I... can't say that I have," I
said breathlessly, a warm anticipation building between my legs.

Just then, the man Di had been getting fucked
by earlier reappeared.

"Jag, this is Avril," called Di to
the approaching biker, who was just as handsome as Blane.

"Blane's old lady."

I beamed with pride hearing Di say the words,
even though nothing had been confirmed yet.

I
wanted
to be Blane's old lady -- I wanted us to be more than a fling!

"Nice to meet--" I started, but was
promptly interrupted by the sight of Di taking Jag's soft cock in her mouth.

"Oh,
sweet
fuck
, D," moaned the sexy biker, who was ripped and cut from head to
toe.

I felt my cunt awaken with stirrings of pure
lust. It took mere seconds before Jag's lengthy cock was transformed into a
hard, thick staff. It looked powerful, and delicious... and so big,
it'd surely split my pussy in two during a
rough fuck
.

"Why don't you have a go at it?" Di
said suddenly, removing her mouth from Jag's glistening hardness and offering
it to me as a friend.

This guy was hot, no doubt about that. I took
a huge breath and slowly lowered to my knees, deciding in that moment that I
was up for anything. A second later I was pulling the head of Jag's cock into
my mouth, its helmet hard and hot and irresistible between my lips.

This was the second cock I'd had in my mouth
in the last 24 hours -- the first being Blane's, of course. On any other day I
might have been comparing them in my head, but Jag's cock felt so damn good in
my mouth, all I could do was suck and enjoy.

As I drew my lips down his impressive length,
I was vaguely aware that Di's hands were reaching for my zipper. In a flash,
she had my pants pulled down to my knees, her careful touch pushing down my
panties soon after. My mouth still full of Jag's cock, she got behind me as I
crouched there and began to lightly caress my ass and pussy with her velvety
touches.

Jag grabbed a hold of my top, withdrew his wet
cock from my mouth, then slid my shirt right off of my body.

"Let's see them pretty tits,"
whispered Di into my ear.

I sensed everyone's eyes were on me as I stood
up and fumbled with the hook of my bra. While I was nervous to let myself be
vulnerable like this, I also knew I wanted it more than ever.

Once my tits were out in plain sight, almost
immediately they were covered back up again, Jag and Di each securing their
mouths around one of my ultra-sensitive nips.

The feeling was otherworldly, having these two
different pairs of sucking lips and hot tongues flicking across my perky,
excited breasts. I couldn't help but feel myself getting caught up in the sheer
ecstasy of the moment, surrendering to pure pleasure as these talented tongues
flitted across my hard little nips. My hands instinctively found their way to
the backs of their heads, fingers going wild through both bikers' hair, my body
feeling pampered, served and
satisfied
.

As I lowered my lids to drink in the
sensations, I could feel one of the bikers' fingers starting to sink into my pussy.
Whether they were Jag's or Di's, I didn't know -- and frankly, I didn't care.
The gentle prodding only served to heighten my pleasure tenfold.

The lips around my left tit slid off, and I
felt a chill breeze move over the spot where the sucking had been.

"Mmm... you're
so wet
, girl," I heard Jag say, his fingers exploring my void
down below.

"You and Blane must've fucked
hard
before you came."

"Yeah, we did..." I replied as his
hot lips settled back onto my breast.

"And I came pretty hard, too," I
added slyly.

That's not what Jag had meant by
"coming", but
hey
-- I was
trying to be flirtatious.

Jag looked up from his feast with eyes of pure
lust as I felt a new, different hand begin to touch me. It was the other biker,
Big Bob, tending to my curves very sensually as he stroked the small of my back
and the cheeks of my ass.

What a whirlwind of pure, unbridled passion I
felt, standing there getting serviced by three separate lovers.
Everything they were doing was like foreplay
on steroids.
They weren't just making me feel good, they were making me
ache
-- ache for Blane.

One of Jag's fingers crept its way into the
groove of my inner labia until it was pressing firmly against the base of my
clit. His other fingers returned to their home in my cunt as his free finger
wriggled firmly on the same spot.
Over
and over.

Just then, Rosie came over and pulled Big Bob
away for another bout of fucking. She was either feeling left out, or
incredibly horny...
or both
. She
immediately assumed the position to allow her man to enter her from behind, her
huge, fleshy tits pressing into the ground and her voluptuous rump raised in
the air.

They instantly started fucking with a hunger,
Big Bob grabbing big handfuls of Rosie's folds and using them to propel himself
inside her even deeper. Their gorgeous naked bodies -- each in such contrast to
the other -- were slapping in time with frantic, needy thrusts. There was no
mistaking that both of them were reveling in every second, their deep, guttural
groans of pleasure so loud and so strong, they resonated with me almost as if I
were getting fucked myself.

Where oh where was Blane when I needed him?
And trust me -- I
needed
him.

Jag was still staring at me with a firm look
of infatuation in his eyes. No doubt, he was picturing
us
being the couple in the corner, the rest of the world trite and
meaningless as we fucked each other's brains out. I felt a hot and tingling
rush flow through me as I cast my gaze back to the sight of the giant cock
pumping hard and tight into Rosie. They were making me feel things, and
see
things -- like the memory of Blane's
big cock sinking into me as I flooded with ecstasy. It was a vision so clear in
my mind, it literally made me cum.

"Oh fuck!!!" chanted Jag as I began
to violently quiver around his fingers.

"That's right, baby, cum for me!!
Cum for me you nasty, pretty girl!
"

As the sweet waves of orgasm rushed through
me, Jag finger-fucked me even harder, aroused as fuck that he'd made me cum.

"Ohhh baby, you cum so nice! My dick is
so fucking hard. Don't stop cumming for it, baby."

But Jag
hadn't
been the one who'd ultimately made me cum -- it was Blane. My mind was on him
more than ever as my body racked with bliss.

As he felt my climax of pleasure slowly start
to taper off, Jag reduced the pace of his finger thrusting, coming to a stop
only once he was assured I was fully satisfied. I sunk back onto my heels, weak
but elated. Jag and Di continued to softly stroke and massage my bare body,
planting kisses up and down my nude form.

Jag didn't hesitate to move his kisses farther
south, drawing nearer to my pussy as he and Di helped to slowly lower me onto
my back. He gave my inner folds a few long, drawn-out licks before shifting
into position on top of me. Di left to let us fuck as Jag's stiff shaft began
to search for my entrance. I could feel the hot, velvety head of his cock
probing blindly for an opening.

"No," I heard myself whisper, barely
audible I sensed.

"No, Jag. No," I said again, still
breathless but a little louder.

What the hell was wrong with me?
I was
horny, and this guy was hot -- and I certainly was no stranger to sleeping
around.

So what exactly was my problem --
why in the world was I saying NO?

"It's Blane, isn't it?" said Jag as
he pressed into me over and over again, anxious, hard and frustrated.

"You love Blane."

"I... do," I whispered as I
struggled under Jag, just realizing it myself.

"C'mon, baby. One last fuck before you
'come a borin' ol' married couple," Jag insisted as he groped at my tits.

"Sorry," I said firmly as I slid out
from under him.

"But he means more to me than that."

I was just getting my clothes to go when I saw
Blane standing in the doorway.

"Uh... your ride should be good to go
now... Bob," said Blane as he turned to leave, clearly distracted.

"Blane! WAIT!!" I shouted as I
chased after him half-naked, not caring at all as I entered the driveway
topless.

He was wiping the grease off his hands from
fixing Bob's bike as he prepared to mount his own.

"You're not going to leave me here, are
you?!" I yelled as I shoved my hands into his strong chest, pushing
against him angrily.

It barely moved him at all
.

"Well, you seem pretty happy here. Didn't
know I was bringin' the MC a new prospect," he chuckled dryly.

"Blane!
BLANE!
It's not like that," I insisted as I fought desperately
to keep him from driving off.

"I did NOT have sex with Jag! He was
trying to, but--"

"'S not what it looked like to me,"
said Blane gruffly as his motorcycle roared to a start.

"I've seen a lot of things, Princess, and
believe me --
the eyes never lie
."

Blane had just kicked back on his kickstand
and was slowly starting to roll down the driveway when I grabbed onto his
handlebars and switched off the ignition.

"You have a lot of nerve, girl,"
grunted Blane, looking at me very sternly.

"Touching a man's bike."

"I know, it's just..."

My eyes searched his frantically for a sign
that our connection was still there, my knuckles turning white wrapped tight
around his bike.

Blane gave a deep sigh and brought one of his
hands on top of mine.

"It's just what, babe?"

It was a move that shocked, surprised, and
melted me all at once.

Caught up in a flood of emotions, I leaned in
to steal a short but passionate kiss. Blane's hands were just starting to work
themselves into my hair when I slowly pulled away.

"I... I care about you, more than anyone
I've ever cared about before," I said nervously.

"I care about you, too, babe,"
replied Blane matter-of-factly.

I gave a small smile hearing him say that.

"If you knew my past, you'd realize what
a big deal this is for me," I tried to explain.

Blane appeared to be listening
sympathetically.

"To not want to run away after we've
shared something so intimate, to want to... stay."

Blane's fingers started to lightly stroke the
top of my hand.

"And it's not just because of the way you
make me feel physically. I've been with a lot of guys who can make me cum, and
cum well..." I said, my voice trailing off.

"But with you, it's so much more than
that."

Blane gave a smoldering smile and said simply,
"The feelin's the same here, babe.
The
same
."