Hung (Selected Sinners MC #4) Page 3

  “Spread your legs as wide as you can, slide your hands down the wall a little, but don’t you dare take them off that fuckin’ wall, no matter what,” I whispered.

  As she began to resituate herself, I continued.

  “Now, arch your back and stick that sweet little pussy of yours up in the air so I can shove my tongue in it. Understand?” I breathed into her ear.

  “Uhhm, okay,” she muttered.

  I released her hair, bent at my knees, and gripped her ass in my hands. As I spread the bottom of her butt cheeks apart with my thumbs, she slowly lowered her shoulders and bent over. Without warning, I pressed my face into her swollen pussy and began tongue fucking her as deep as I was able to.

  There was no doubt in my mind God put me on the earth for one thing and one thing only.

  Fucking women.

  For him to grace me not only with a cock the size of a cucumber - but a five inch long tongue - could only mean one thing.

  He wanted me to please women sexually.

  Not one to argue with God’s will or question his intention for having me on this earth, I decided to embrace his wishes and do just that.

  As my tongue slid in and out of her pussy, she moaned and groaned while she repeatedly bent her knees, pressing her ass into my face. After a solid five minutes of tongue lashing, she had no less than two orgasms, and was whimpering like a lost puppy. I pulled my tongue from her pussy, licked along the crack of her ass and up her back, and eventually rested my chin against her shoulder.

  “Turn your head to the side,” I breathed.

  Breathing heavily, and still confused from her repeated orgasms, she tilted her head to the right and blinked her eyes a few times.

  “Open your mouth,” I whispered against her earlobe.

  Without speaking, she opened her mouth.

  I slid my index and middle finger into her mouth as I reached down and gripped my throbbing shaft in my hand. As I slowly worked my fingers along the surface of her tongue, I pressed the tip of my cock against her dripping pussy.

  “If it hurts, bite down on my fingers,” I said.

  Her eyes widened and she attempted to speak.

  “Shhhh,” I whispered into her ear.

  “As hard as you want. Now remember, no matter what, don’t move those fuckin’ hands,” I said through my teeth.

  She nodded her head as she began to suck my fingers.

  There’s no doubt some women have small pussies, while others have larger ones. My experience had taught me that regardless of size, preparation was paramount to my success. A good amount of foreplay and a little tongue fuckin’ allowed me to do what many guys with large cocks couldn’t.

  As I slowly pushed the tip of my cock into her wet pussy, she moaned in delight.

  A few slow shallow strokes with about half the length of my shaft, and she began to suck on my fingers like she was sucking a cock. Two or three strokes with three fourths of it, and she was wailing like she’d just won the lottery. As it was apparent she wasn’t going to be biting my fingers any time soon, I slowly pulled them from her mouth and allowed her to scream in delight as I continued to work myself deeper and deeper into her pussy.

  Now slowly and steadily fucking her with every inch of my swollen manhood, I reached up and began lightly pinching her nipples with my fingertips. With each light pinch, she groaned and twisted her body in pleasure. I pressed my face against hers as I continued to fuck her slowly and steadily.

  “Take that big biker cock like a good little girl,” I breathed against her neck.

  “Oh fuck…I uhhm…will…I will,” she moaned.

  The inner wall of her tight wet pussy working against every inch of my cock was almost more than I could handle. As I pulled my head rearward, positioning my mouth against her right ear, I slid my hands along her sides and down to her hips. Rubbing the tips of my index and middle fingers into the depressions of her hips while I continued to fuck her, she began to writhe against me.

  “When you get ready to come, I want you to scream, do you understand me?” I whispered into her ear.

  “Yes…I…I understand,” she moaned.

  I slowly fucked her as deep as I was able, my hips pressing against her round twenty-two year old ass with each stroke.

  “You like that big cock?” I grunted as I continued to thrust myself into her.

  “Oh fuck yes,” she responded.

  “I like that tight little pussy of yours. I’m going to fill you with cum, you know that, right?” I groaned.

  “Uhhm yes…please…” she sighed.

  I gazed downward, studying her ass as I thrust myself into her half a dozen more times with long, slow strokes, watching my glistening cock slide in and out of her pussy with each rearward thrust of my hips.

  “I might pull out and come all over those cute little titties,” I said under my breath.

  “Oh Jesus….” she said through her teeth.

  “You move those hands and I’m going to stop fucking you. Don’t fucking move ‘em,” I growled into her ear.

  “Oh fuck…I won’t…I…promise,” she stammered.

  “Maybe I’ll cum all over that pretty face or in your mouth. You’re a little cock hungry slut, aren’t you?” I breathed into her ear.

  “Uh huh. I am. Whatever you say. Yes…” she responded as I continued to pound myself deep into her.

  “You tight pussied little bitch,” I whispered against her neck.

  I pressed my lips to her ear and exhaled, “I’m going to pump you full of cum you sexy little whore. You’re going to fuck me whenever I tell you to – you’re my on command pussy – do you fucking hear me?”

  “Okay…” she sighed, “Whenever…you…want. Your cock feels…so…good”

  I slowly pulled my hips rearward as I glanced down at my cock. As each inch of the shaft slid free of her pussy, I smiled in satisfaction. Holding still with only the tip of my cock penetrating her, I exhaled into her ear heavily.

  “Scream like you’re trying to wake the fuckin’ dead, do you fuckin’ understand me?” I growled.

  She exhaled her response, “Okay…”

  In one thrust, I buried myself balls-deep into her pussy. As I continued to press my fingers against her hips, I pounded myself steadily in and out of her wet mound. With my tightening nut sack striking her clit with each stroke, she began to slap her hands against the wall. Steadily working my hips with the precision of a male stripper, I felt her pussy begin to contract around my throbbing shaft. As she tilted her head rearward and began to moan, I released her right hip and slapped her ass with my hand.

  “Louder,” I demanded.

  “Oh fuck…Oh my…fuck…” she screamed.

  I relaxed and closed my eyes. One other thing God seemed to grace me with was the ability to reach orgasm on command. All I needed to do was relax and focus. If I had a clear mind and a good piece of pussy, and I was able to cum whenever I wanted to. To please her, satisfy myself, and make the experience as enjoyable as possible, as she began to reach climax I exhaled and unloaded every drop of cum I had in reserve into her warm wet pussy.

  “Ohhh….” she groaned as her legs went weak.

  I gripped her hips in my hands and held her upright as I continued to have miniature climaxes inside of her. As she all but collapsed into my arms, I lifted her up and prevented her from falling.

  “Good shit, huh?” I sighed as I slid my cock from her dripping pussy.

  “Huh?” she gasped.

  “The cock. Feels good, huh?” I breathed into her ear.

  “You have no idea,” she sighed.

  I lifted her from her feet and walked around the front of the bathhouse. Almost as if she were in shock, she gazed at me silently as I carried her to the doorway. After I kicked the door open, I walked through it and into the shower. As I lowered her to her feet and turned on the water, she looked up and spoke.

  “So, you said earlier you didn’t date or anything,” she said under her breath.

/>   “That’s right,” I nodded as I ducked into the shower.

  “Get in here, it’ll feel good,” I said as I rinsed off in the cool water.

  She stepped beside me and began to rinse off, smiling the entire time.

  “But you said while you were fucking me I was your uhhm, your on command pussy,” she said.

  “You are,” I responded as I stepped free of the shower stream.

  “So, how’s that work?” she asked as she rinsed her hair.

  I turned to face her, shrugged my shoulders, and widened my eyes, “It means whenever I want to fuck, within reason, you’ll do it. You’re going to fuck me whenever I want. Understand?”

  “Uhhm. Okay,” she responded.

  “You like that big cock, don’t you?” I asked.

  “Oh fuck, I love it. It’s just. I don’t know, it just feels different. You know, good different. I’ve never come so hard in my life,” she grinned as she stepped away from the shower.

  “Ever had two cocks at once?” I asked as I turned toward the door.

  “Huh? Two at the same time? Uhhm, no,” she snapped back.

  “If I ask you to, you’ll do it for me, understand?” I said over my shoulder.

  “You mean two guys fucking me at the same time?” she asked as she attempted to catch up with me.

  “Yep,” I responded as I reached for my shorts.

  “I dunno. I mean…” she began.

  I shook my head, “If I ask you to fuck me and one of the fellas, you’ll do it. Understand?”

  “I’ll uhhm. I mean I might,” she shrugged as she picked up her bathing suit bottom.

  “If I ask you to, you’ll do it for me, understand?” I repeated as I pulled up my shorts.

  “Okay, yeah. I’ll do it. Just don’t, I mean, just don’t like…tell anybody,” she shrugged.

  “It’ll be our little secret,” I grinned.

  “Cool. So, what now?” she asked.

  “Now? We’ll swim for maybe fifteen minutes or so, and then we’ll fuck again. How’s that sound?” I responded.

  “Again? Oh wow. You can do that?” she asked as she pulled her top around her cute little titties.

  “Sure can,” I said as I dove into the pool.

  As the icing on the proverbial cake of life, God graced me with one more gift, the one that convinced me my time on this earth was to be spent doing nothing other than fucking women.

  Within fifteen minutes of having sex, I would recover fully; and be ready for another round. There was really no other reason for me to possess this quality but to fuck like a rabbit. I swam the length of the pool, smiling to myself, knowing I had added yet another woman to my long list of willing sexual participants.

  As my lungs began to burn, I came up for a breath of air. After catching my breath, I stared up at the clear summer sky and smiled.

  Thank you, God.

  I won’t let you down.

  BISCUIT

  I stood in the corner of the shop with a bottle of beer dangling loosely from my fingers as four men stood in a semi-circle listening to me tell a story. If there was a way I could get paid for telling stories, I’d damned sure quit building Harley engines and give it a try. For now, I did it to satisfy me and entertain those I enjoyed spending time with. As I waited for someone to prompt me to continue, I raised my beer bottle to my lips and took a slow drink.

  “So what happened?” Pete grunted, “God damn, you always do that. You fucking start and then make us beg ya to continue. Just tell the fuckin’ story, asshole.”

  “Watch that mouth, Brother Pete. My lips was parched, and I needed a drink. I’ve been tellin’ this fuckin’ story to everyone I bump into since last week when it happened. My fuckin’ throat’s raw from all the talkin’ I been doin’,” I said as I lowered the bottle of beer.

  “So I tell this bitch follow me to the truck, and I turn for the door. Now I don’t know if she’s followin’ me or not, but I keep on fuckin’ walkin’ like I know she’s back there. When I step through the door and out into the rain, and I don’t hear the door slam behind me, I know she’s comin’,” I paused and glanced around the group.

  “So I walk to the truck, open my door and climb inside. Like a trained pro-fuckin-fessional, she just glides right into the truck and leans back in the seat. Bitch don’t say a god damned word. She just fixes her eyes on my crotch and stares. So just how big is it? She asks. Well, now’s a fine time to ask I respond. She glances up and rolls her fuckin’ eyes at me. Right there in my own god damned truck, this gal’s fuckin’ rollin’ her eyes. So I’m thinkin’ fuck it. I reach for my belt, unbutton my pants, and pull out the hankster. She lays eyes on it, and all of a sudden they’re bulgin’ out of her head like one of them fish at the store you can buy in a little plastic bag. That’s right, lady. Every inch of it I sighed. Every fuckin’ inch,” I paused for effect and took another drink.

  “Damn it, Biscuit. Get to the fucking punch line,” Corn Dog sighed.

  “Ain’t no punch line, brother. This is the damned sacred truth. I skin it,” I said as I slapped my hand against my forearm.

  As soon as I slapped my arm, Pete’s eyes widened, “Holy shit, what happened?”

  “I’m fuckin’ tryin’ to tell ya, and I’d be done with the story and halfway home if you rude pricks wouldn’t be interruptin’ me every time I took a breath,” I sighed.

  “So, anyway. She stares at my cock for a while, exhales a breath for so long she fogs up my windows, and then she looks up. You ain’t gonna punch me in the face are ya? She asks. Why the fuck would I punch you in the face? I ask her. She shrugs her shoulders and stares at me. You’ve bet me twenty bucks you can deep throat my cock I say to her. Before I can even try and decide why she’d ask such a thing, she tells me why. Pete, run and get me a beer, I’m fuckin’ dyin’ here,” I said as I raised my empty beer bottle.

  “Don’t tell any more of it till I get back,” Pete said as he turned toward the fridge.

  “So what bar was it?” Otis asked.

  “That one on Douglas. The Shamrock,” I responded.

  “Truck parked in the street?” he asked.

  “Yep,” I nodded.

  Otis shook his head as he raised his beer to his lips.

  “You’re fucking crazy,” Toad said as he shook his head from side-to-side.

  “I said don’t tell anymore till I got back,” Pete grunted as he stepped to my side.

  “I ain’t said a word. Now hand me that beer before I got to admit myself in the hospital for strained vocal cords,” I said as I reached for the beer.

  “So anyway. This gal says well, most guys end up smacking me at some point in time. I was just checkin’. I stared down at her and said what the fuck you mean most guys smack ya? She shrugs her shoulders and says well, I’m just a magnet for that stuff. So do you promise you won’t hit me? I stared at her for a long minute and shrugged my fuckin’ shoulders. I can’t make any promises, but I sure ain’t plannin’ on it I tell her. Then I studied her for another second and said If it’s any reassurance, you’d be the first. She sticks her hand in her mouth and…listen up Pete, god damn it, this part is crucial,” I barked as Pete turned to face the door.

  “Sorry, thought I heard somethin’,” Pete responded.

  “I’m sure you did, you weird prick. There’s twenty Sinners in this shop, I’m sure you heard a lot of somethin’s. If you wanna go play out in the street, go ahead. If you wanna listen to me, pay fuckin’ attention,” I growled.

  “I’m listenin’,” Pete nodded.

  “Okay, so this gal is hot. Maybe forty, got long brown hair, big fuckin’ titties, long legs, and a pretty face. So she turns kinda to the side where I can’t quite see her, sticks her hand in her mouth, and pulls somethin’ out. Now at this point in time, I can’t see it. But when she looks up,” I paused and took a drink of beer.

  “She ain’t got any teeth on top. Nary a one. Nothin’ but fuckin’ gums. Now I start thinkin’ about how much extra room t
here’s gonna be in her mouth for my fat cock, and what it’s gonna feel like getting a gum job, and…”

  Otis scrunched his nose and bit his lower lip as he interrupted, “She pulled out her fucking dentures?”

  “God damn it, Otis, if you want to tell the story, I’ll let ya. But don’t fuckin’ interrupt me when I’m tryin’ to,” I sighed.

  “Continue,” Otis said under his breath.

  “Dentures?” Pete asked.

  “Listen up, fellas. At this point in time, she’s agreed to suck me off for a twenty, got in the truck, asked me if I’m going to punch her face, and pulled out her dentures and has ‘em in her hand. Is everyone caught the fuck up?” I asked.

  Four heads nodded.

  “Alright. So she looks up and says got anywhere I can put these? And she opens her hand. I act like it’s a daily occurrence and I shrug my shoulders. Put ‘em in the glove box I say as I reach over and open it. Now remember fellas, I got my cock out, and I’m in the middle of the fuckin’ street in my truck. She glances at the glove box, reaches in her mouth and pops out the bottom row. So now she’s sittin’ there without a tooth in her god damned head. Hell, most fellas would be grossed out, but I just wanna feel it. You know, smooth gums on my cock. So, she shuts the glove box door and says I like it rough. I want you to force me to suck you off. My eyes widen and I grin at her. After a second I ask just how rough?” I lifted my beer and took a long drink.

  As I lowered the bottle and hooked my thumb on my belt, all eyes were on me.

  “She turns to me and grins. Then she says rough as fuck. Hell, I felt like I won the jackpot. You got the right man I said as I grabbed her head and shoved it into my lap. So, I got her head in one hand and my cock in the other. I’m tryin’ to force feed this bitch my cock, knowin’ she ain’t gonna get half of it down her throat, and then…I’ll be dipped in shit…here comes the huge fucking shocker, fellas…”

  “Husband shows up?” Pete said.

  I shook my head as I took a drink of beer.

  “Barfed?” Corn Dog said.

  “Nope,” I said as I lowered my beer bottle.

  “She swallowed it?” Otis sighed.