Biker Gangbang
by Invictus17

I decide on the modest skirt and white cotton top that you’re wearing as you come home from work. I don’t give you a second to reconsider; I hustle you back to the car, and as I drive away from our house, you ask, “Where are we going?”

“I’m going to introduce you to my biker friends,” I say, and you gasp. Your eyes are wide behind your glasses, your lovely mouth open slightly in shock.

“Now? Right now?”

“Yep.” I grin at you with an evil twinkle in my eye. “I hope you’re feeling really modest and bashful today. I hope you’re wishing you’d never agreed to this.”

“I am. Both,” you say shakily. Your big nipples are already growing hard under your proper and businesslike clothes, your pussy humid.

I park at the top of a slope overlooking the beach. I help you out of the car - always a gentleman, me - and your hands are shaking. “Are you scared?“ I ask solicitously.

You nod, your big green eyes wide behind your glasses. You’re breathing hard and your chest - your amazing chest - is heaving a little.

“Good,” I say. “Take your shoes off.” You do, and I throw them in the car and lock it.

I want you barefoot. I just do.

We can see the bonfire below, and hear the raucous laughter of rough men. You walk in front of me down to the sand, and I enjoy your twists and wriggles as you pick your way barefoot down the sandy, rocky slope. Your skirt is modest, knee-length, and your bare white legs and pretty bare feet beneath it seem somehow intimate and vulnerable. Soon we can see the silhouettes of men in leather and chains, black shadows before the fire. We can already smell them. They smell like unwashed animals, which they are.

They begin to turn and notice us. One whistles. “Would you look at THIS?” says another. More and more are staring now. Your delicate cheeks, so soft and pale, are growing pink.

The top you’re wearing conceals the size of your breasts most effectively - the bikies are going to get a nice surprise! Or, two surprises…

“What’d you bring us, Charlie? Is this a piggie for porkin’?” The speaker, an obese, tattooed biker with an unkempt beard and an eye that doesn’t track, grins and looks you up and down. He licks his thick lips and smiles. “Looks ripe,” he says in a low rumble.

“She’s yours, fellas,” I say as your head snaps around and you stare at me, shocked to the core. “Only one rule.”

“Yeah, we know,” says another grinning thug. “Leave her glasses on.”

Your mouth opens wide in horror and you glare at me from behind your glasses, and I grin at you, enjoying your shock. “I’m going to enjoy this,” I say, “And we’re both going to enjoy the pics and movies.” You’re looking around frantically, and then you see the four women, two with digital cameras, two with camcorders. You look back at me again, and your face is beyond shock. You look mortified.

You are quickly surrounded with bearded, tattooed, grinning and sweaty men, who stink of oil and gasoline and sweat and semen. You’re shaking, and your pussy is gushing-wet. They offer you a bong, and you know better than to refuse. You take the first of several hits. You soon forget how many as a dozen strong and grimy hands explore your body, all over, all at once. The weed is powerful. Your eyes grow red; your nipples grow extra-sensitive; and your pussy feels like it’s glowing.

The sand seems to tilt and turn beneath your bare feet. You’ve never been quite this stoned before, and that heightens your anticipation and your fear. You know what’s coming, and it scares you to death at the same time it’s driving you to the edge of orgasm, fully clothed right there on the beach.

Natty, the gang leader - a grizzled old veteran with a salt-and-pepper beard, a nose ring, and gold front teeth - is standing behind you, feeling your tits, squeezing them like bread dough. “Damn,” he says. “What’s this? Let’s get a look at THESE!” He roughly rips the front of your blouse open from top to bottom, and your bra-sheathed tits are suddenly exposed.

“Holy shit!”

“Look at them tiddies!”

“Get ‘em out!”

Natty is holding your wrists behind your back. Another beefy bear of a man produces a lockback knife, and in seconds you are bare to the waist, your bra and top in pieces on the sand.

“Holy shit!” again.

“Whoo-EEE!”

“I’m suckin’ THOSE!”

“Me, too!”

The crowd - not all men, you notice; there are some grinning biker chicks among them - moves aside to let your body be lighted by the glow of the fire. Your pale skin is glowing in the bright light of the fire, and your breasts swing and wobble fetchingly. You are blushing furiously, eyes hot behind your lenses.

Natty releases you and pushes you toward the fire. “Strip,” he growls, the grin on his face a little dangerous, his eyes hard as flint.

You blink at him and reach for your skirt. As the crowd cheers and whistles and claps, you pull it down and step out of it, then toss it by the scraps of your upper garments.

You stand shivering in nothing but your white panties for a moment as the bikers hoot and whistle and howl for your skin. Your big teats are swaying, your wide nipples hard as little spikes, and you dread pulling your panties down because you know what the gang is going to see.

Your pale pussy is freshly shaved, and you felt more exposed and sensitive than usual anyway - and now you‘re stoned, and can feel every bare square millimeter. You know, trembling, that your fleshy, hairless cunt is drooling, dripping wet. You can feel it trickling down your fat, bare thighs.

Natty makes a low grunting sound and gestures, come on. You take a deep breath and pull your panties down, conscious of your breasts swinging down as you bend; then you stand there, with your panties around your ankles and both hands modestly shielding your bare pussy mound.

Two of the guys move in on either side of you and pick you up; you guess that they’ve done it before - each of them locks one of your arms behind his back with a muscular elbow, and they pick you up by lifting you together behind your knees. Your panties fall to the sand.

“No fair hidin’ it, baby,“ says Natty. The two turn you to face the crowd, pulling your bare, fat legs wide open. The bikers whistle and whoop, eyes popping.

Your cunt is swollen and red, your lips flaring open and literally dripping. Your clit is a hard pink knob at the apex of your hairless opening, and as you twist and struggle in your glasses, the bikers pull your plump, pale thighs wider and turn you back and forth to show off your bare white crotch, making sure they toss and swing your loose, low-slung tits. The contrast between your pale skin and your fiery-red cunt is blatant and exciting.

You look up at me helplessly as the bikers - one a tall, lanky character with long red hair and a sparse beard, the other heavyset with arms covered with tattoos - exhibit your pale, plump, totally naked body to the gang. The grinning savages are already unbuckling their belts.

The two bikers set you down, but they don’t release your arms. One of them, the tall one, quickly lashes your wrists together behind your back; then he pulls the rope high, forcing you to bend over. He slaps your bare white ass and pushes you, and you begin to walk as he leads you, awkwardly, bare ass sticking out and - of course - your enormous, heavy, pendulous bare teats swinging and dangling bare in front of them all. A sight that only a trusted and intimate lover should see - and you’re letting your sweet, tender, gallon-sized milkers waggle and flop, bare naked in front of a gang of laughing, crotch-grabbing motorcycle outlaws.

They walk you around the fire, laughing at your fear and humiliation. You’re forced to walk bent over, with your heavy tits dangling bare to your nipples - and the grinning thugs feel free to play with your swinging jugs as you stumble around the fire.

They walk you around twice, making sure that everyone gets a good long look at your bare, jiggling ass, your bare curvy legs, your enormous wobblers, and everything you have - and then they pull you between two upright posts, perhaps the remains of an old signboard.

They tie your wrists low, at waist level; at first you don’t understand why, then you realize that your breasts would be lifted high if your arms were raised. Someone wanted them to hang low and loose…

You look at me again, and I grin. You grimace and make a face - I’ll get you, you mouth at me.

They tie your ankles wide apart, as wide as you can stretch your lovely legs. Your bare pussy is unprotected and openly displayed, your fat white ass protruding deliciously bare and jiggly. Your tits flop and swing freely as you try to keep your balance with your bare feet spread so wide.

You hear several of the big bikes fire up their engines, and you wonder why; then they pull in in front of you and turn on their headlights. You’re lit up in their glare like a stripper on a stage, stark naked, pale and exposed in the bright light. Your eyes are wide behind your glasses with that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. You’re either terrified, or pretending to be to excite the mob. Either way, you are a sight to inflame the lust of any man who likes his women curvy, bare, helpless, and dripping-wet.

With a little guidance from me, the gang gets you ready for the main event. They push a stick between your legs that’s topped with a big rubber dildo, which they unceremoniously slide up your twitching asshole as you cry out in shock. They brace the stick on the sand, and you are securely impaled; you can’t get off the dildo, no matter how you twist and pull.

And what a show you’re giving as you try! Your huge tits swing and toss wildly as you bounce and jerk, trying to escape the enormous invader up your tender asshole. The bikers laugh and mock your struggles, and some come up and pull your nipples and spank your bare ass as you shiver naked in the headlights with a huge rubber cock up your ass.

Two biker girls come forward, smirking, and they stuff a second dildo up your dripping cunthole - and this one has a big vibrating ball taped to the base, where it presses directly against your clit when the thing is fully inserted.

They insert it fully now, then brace the second stick in the sand beside the first. Then they turn the thing on “High” and leave it there.

I watch as my sweet chubby lover grunts and jerks and shudders with two huge cocks up her stretched-out holes and a powerful buzzer on her bare clit. Another biker comes forward with yet another dildo, and this one he puts in your mouth and jams halfway down your throat. He warns you not to lose it and steps away.

Your pussy and asshole are crammed full to the max, stretching you to your limits; the big dick in your mouth is making you slobber and drool, your spit running down your big tits all the way to your bald cunt; your clit is being devastated by a strong, intense vibration that penetrates you all the way to your bones; and you feel the big dildo up your ass start to vibrate now, strong, strong…

You shudder violently and let go, and you’re having a strong, stoned, half-crazed orgasm, tied between two posts as a crowd of rough strangers watch you. They laugh and point and play with your tits as you shake and plead with your big eyes to be let go…

And they leave you there, both vibrators running. The bikers go back to drinking and partying for a while, coming around in twos and threes to watch you struggle and cum naked. You’re crying after your fourteenth climax, and you feel like you’re half-tripping with the sensations and the audience watching you feel them.

They finally cut you down and bend you over the back of a Harley. Natty himself, the president of the club, comes forward, ten-inch cock in hand, stroking it idly. It’s half-hard, and as big as a three-cell flashlight.

He looks at your ass, sticking out bare and wide open, as three or four guys hold you down. “Fuck that,” he says. “Put her on her back. I want to see her tits.”

The dirty, greasy hands flip you over and pull your bare, bent legs wide, pushing your knees down on either side of your chest and opening your crotch wide. They’re holding your arms down, and Natty takes his belt off and, grinning, pulls your bare tits up, wraps the belt around them, and cinches it tight. Now your tits are sticking up outrageously, bound together and swollen, nipples fat and red.

“NOW she’s ready to fuck,” says the gray-bearded biker chief.

He smells like a goat. His breath is foul as well, a mixture of tobacco, marijuana and beer. You know this because he’s French-kissing you, slobbering in your mouth as his tongue explores your lips.

You feel the knob of his enormous cock pushing between your wet, swollen pussy lips. You’re stoned and half-crazy with multiple orgasms - and as the bikers cheer, you open your legs up wide and roll your plump pussy upward for it. Natty slides it in, and you arch and spasm as you feel every veiny, grainy millimeter of his grimy penis penetrate your tender, pale vagina.

“Nnngh…” You grimace fetchingly, your eyes clenched shut behind your lenses as Natty begins to saw his long, thick shaft in and out. The other guys pull your plump, bare legs wider, stretching you out, forcing you to display your bare white crotch blatantly as the gang leader hammers his cock into you without mercy. Your tits point at the sky, strapped tightly together and quivering on your chest.

A hand comes in from somewhere and begins milking your bare clit like playing with a hard nipple, rolling it between rough fingers, tugging at it, squeezing and popping it cruelly. Other fingers are doing the same thing with your swollen nipples, pulling, pinching, twisting.

The sensations are overwhelming. As the gang watches and hoots and mocks you, you jerk in uncontrollable orgasm. Natty laughs and pumps you harder as you shudder and shiver and gag and cry out.

Suddenly his cock is gone. You look around wildly - and you see him grinning down at you, and five or six other bearded faces with him. He lifts his chin, and the others lift your ass higher and roll you farther backward -

- and Natty chuckles and jams his hard wet dick up your spasming asshole.

You squeal and twist, still cumming, and now you’re cumming harder. The bikers are impressed: “Whoo! She LIKES it up the ass!” “Me next!”

They hold you down with your legs split wide, tits tied together and wobbling on your chest. Someone is spanking your nipples. You feel some guy’s rough beard against the bare sole of your pretty foot, and you feel Natty’s enormous cock plunging and pounding your openly exhibited asshole.

Then you remember the cameras.

You look down, and sure enough, a grinning biker chick is videotaping you. You know what she sees in the viewfinder - your bare, swollen, gleaming cunt full of enormous cock in the foreground, with your pretty face looking over your enormous tit-mountains in the background. You look into the lens and gasp in shock, and grunt and cum again on camera.

Soon you’re squatting in the sand with some stinking bandit’s cock up your asshole, another one’s in your face, and you don’t even know what they look like. The girls are taking pictures of you squatting openly and fucking and sucking in front of the crowd, and another is getting it all on video. You make sure your tits are flopping and swinging prettily.

Jake, the guy whose dick you’re sucking, is a short guy with a five-day beard and a beer belly. You look up at him as you work your wet mouth on his bare, inflamed dickhead, trying your best to make it feel good, slobbering on a stranger’s bare dickhead like you would on a lifelong lover’s as another stranger, whose face you haven’t seen, is shivering and preparing to ejaculate in your slippery asshole.

You close your eyes in ecstasy, a wet, fat dickhead in your mouth and a long, hard cock up your ass - and you’re getting them in public. Three or four guys are stroking their dicks in anticipation, and you look at their wet dickheads and want to suck them too. Especially that tattooed one.

You start to cum again, and the bikers cheer.

The line moves slowly. You have to fuck them all any way they want you - with your feet by your ears, French-kissing them as they shoot up your cunt, bending over with your huge, swinging tits flipping up to your chin at every slick impact, squatting with your back to the crowd, standing on your head with your floppy teats hanging in your face. In your mouth, down your throat, navel-deep in your pussy, or buried soul-deep in your ass, their cocks spurt and spurt and SPURT -

- and they won’t stop. They just keep fucking you. And you cum and cum and CUM -

* * *

Dawn. I help you stagger back to the car - still naked; your clothes have been cut to pieces and burned. You are dirty, smeared with cum and your own copious cunt-juice, your hair matted with semen and your tits red and swollen. Your crotch is swollen, too, your cuntlips distended and raw. Your clit looks like a purple marble, and you bend slightly to rest your poor inflamed asshole.

You stumble into the back seat and collapse on it.

I know about another biker party down the beach....