As the wheels began to spin, I clung tightly to Jacks waist. Feeling the engine roaring and vibrating between my thighs. I remembered the last time I was on the big black bike, wearing only a barely there dress and little else besides a helmet.
That had been nearly a week ago, I had needed that recovery time. I had been well and truly fucked by numerous bikers in a back room of a seedy bar on a Saturday night. I had been a dirty birthday present for a complete stranger, before being arse fucked and having my first double penetration on a pool table. Sunday morning had been spent in Jacks bed with him. The big kind hearted bear of a man in front of me on the bike. It had been one hell of a weekend.
I'd dressed a lot more sensibly this time around. Torn skinny jeans, a black tight tank top, I'd forgone a bra, all underneath a battered leather jacket. As a result the cold wind never bothered me so I was in a far better position to enjoy the ride. I could feel Jacks heavy body moving under his jacket as he steered the monster of a bike, feeling the vibrations of the engine moving up into me from the saddle and watching the scenery fly past.
The bike slowed as he pulled up at the bar where I had spent the previous weekend. I noticed a fair few gleaming bikes parked outside in a line. I wondered just how busy it was inside and what the weekend had in store for me. I had agreed to be Jacks girl, but if I wanted to I could amuse myself with the guys in the club so long as Jack got to watch.
We walked into the bar and a dozen guys sat along the bar in a row. As the door opened they turned as one to look at us, the place erupted into catcalls, whistles and comments. I recognised a few from the week before. The blonde guy with the short beard who I remembered as the birthday boy passed me a beer and introduced himself as Si. "I never got the chance to thank you last week, best birthday party ever!" he gave me a wink and a grin.
"The pleasure was all mine." I replied blushing slightly as I remembered the way he felt inside me. I spotted a few more who had been the closest to me and covered me in spunk. It seemed strange to think that I was stood here making small talk with a group of men who had last seen me being carried upstairs, literally dripping with their collective semen. I shook my head with a wry smile as I finished my beer, I definitely needed a stronger drink.
I moved on to the rum as I let the conversation flow over my head. The easy banter between Jack, Si and the rest of the guys was hard to keep track of, so I let my mind drift a little. I realised they were all staring at me clearly waiting for a response. They laughed at my blank stare before Jack took pity on me and caught me up on the conversation. "Well, princess, we were just wondering how much you enjoyed the double stuffing you took last week? It looked to us like you enjoyed it a lot."
"It certainly felt like she enjoyed it from where I was!" I followed the voice from over my shoulder and saw the guy with the long dark hair who had filled my pussy as Si fucked my arse. "Taylor, nice to see you again," he extended a hand for me to shake.
"You think the cunts good? You should have felt her arse, I thought she was going to snap my dick in half when she came." With that Si and Taylor exchanged a high five with each other and Jack laughing at my blushes. I hit them with the best comeback I could think of, I went for maturity and stuck my tongue out at them and waved my empty glass for a refill.
The barman refilled my glass and looked at me with a frown. "seriously though, you made a real mess of our pool table, it'll never be the same again." I couldn't figure out how it was solely my fault. I'm fairly certain the gathered bikers ejaculating over me and the table made more of a mess than me. However just remembering made start getting wet and twitchy.
Si looked me right in the eye but spoke to Jack in a low voice without humour. "What do you say old man, does your lady need a little punishment for trashing our table? Teach her how to behave in polite company?" at the thought of it my knees weakened and my braless nipples stiffened against the tight top. I remembered just how sure of himself he was as he manhandled me. I gulped as I felt Jack step up behind me pushing the front of his body against my back. I felt a bulge against the small of my back, telling me he was enjoying the possibilities as much as me.
He leaned down his heavy beard tickling my ear as he softly spoke, "Back room princess. Now." Chuckling as he punctuated the last word with a swat on my butt. I grinned and put some extra sway in my walk as I was marched to the back room where all the fun had last taken place. Jack walked me to the pool table and I could see the barmans point, the previously bright green felt was heavily stained and gouges that clearly came from my fingernails scarred the surface.
Jack took his place on a barstool leaving himself a prime view of the action. Si grabbed the pony tail holding my hair back and pushed me, so I was bent over my face touching the cloth. He reached around and undone my jeans, pulling them down my thighs and helping me step out of them. My top was pulled over my head, exposing my firm but small breasts. All that was covering me was a scrap of a black thong. He stroked along the gusset, chuckling as he felt my wetness seeping through, I shivered with anticipation.
"Wait" it was the barman coming through the door, I groaned wondering if he was worried about more damage to the pool table. I may have cried with frustration if he stopped things now. "She may as well finish the bottle it's nearly done." He pulled the bottle from behind his back. There was only a few inches left in the bottom but I was worried I would have to down it in one go.
"Hold her still, just relax," he unscrewed it and pulled my thong to one side, running the neck of the bottle along my now soaked pussy, I shivered as the cold glass chilled my hot wet lips. Si grabbed my shoulders and leaned on my back pinning me down. In one shifted movement the barman upended the bottle and inserted it into my tight unprepared arsehole.
I was completely unprepared and cried out, more from shock than pain. It was much thinner than the cocks I'd had in there last weekend but at least then I'd had some foreplay to warm up a bit. I both heard and felt the gurgling as the rum emptied. It was a strange sensation as my colon filled, it was a pleasant feeling but it felt like I needed to take a dump, badly. The barman jiggled the bottle to empty it quicker. Every time it moved I groaned and squirmed as the sensations filled me.
"Hold it still princess, you look fucking beautiful like that." I heard Jack speak in low rumble from across the room. My pussy twitched like some kind of pavlovian response to his voice. My head started to spin I wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol rapidly entering my blood stream or pure lust. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, face down over a pool table with a now empty rum bottle sticking out of my arse.
Si switched places with the barman. He held my hands over my head and I looked up at his face. Blue green eyes, a nose that had been broken in the past, a strong jaw line that was covered in ginger stubble and close cropped ginger hair. I'd noticed he was heavily muscled earlier, his AC/DC shirt was sculpted tightly across a huge chest and arms. He told me his name was Oliver and that I had to hold the bottle still and not let any mess get on his clean floor.
As he said this I felt Si lean down and kiss one of my butt cheeks, this was followed by a hard slap. The sting of it made me jerk up and the hands held me tighter. The warmth of the slap spread out across one cheek and was soon matched by another slap on the other side. Before long the blows were raining down on my backside. As my arse jigged with every slap I felt the bottle slip. I concentrated on keeping it gripped in my sphincter muscles.
