He entered my pussy again, but now with his cock. Holding me by the waist, he fucked me slow, deep, and hard. I could feel the head of his cock slamming into my cervix. He sped up his fierce lunges, and I could feel his balls knocking against my clit. Once I started cumming, the orgasmic waves didn’t stop; one after another. He leaned over my body, with his mouth by my left ear, wrapping his right arm around my waist, sliding his hand between my legs, and rubbing my clit with his finger.
He wanted me to tell him what I wanted; it turned him on.
He growled again in my ear.
“C’mon baby, talk to me. Whose pussy is this, Abby?”
“Yes… yes, this is your pussy. Oh… god, it’s yours.”
He grabbed me by my waist again with both hands, working my body in a motion that slid my pussy up and down his shaft.
“I’m gonna pump that pussy full of cum.”
At the same time, I started to cum again, I felt the explosion of his hot load, deep inside me, with each release he made, ramming the head of his cock into my cervix. After making sure every drop was injected into me, he pulled out. Still holding my waist, he turned me, and pushed me down onto the bed. As I fell onto my back, he crawled up my body, and kissed me in a frenzy. He slid down between my legs, and began pleasuring me, with his talented tongue and mouth. After he brought me to several orgasms, he got off the bed, and told me to get ready to go.
“Shouldn’t I change into pants, since we’re taking the bike?”
“Nah, it’s not far, plus I like that yer naked pussy is gonna be pressed up against me. Besides, as long as ya sit on the back of yer skirt, no one will see yer ass”.
We both laughed, and he put on a gun harness, grabbed a gun, and put it in the harness, then he put on a leather vest. It had patches all over it, but what stood out was the patches on the back. I asked him what they were; what they meant.
“There’s more I haven’t told ya. I belong to a fraternal club, with my dad and brother. It’s a major part of my life, takes up a lot of my time, and no woman is gonna change that. You can come with me to some stuff, but there’s rules women have to follow. I’ll have to teach ya, and it’s important ya learn. I’ll wanna go over that stuff, right before we go inside the clubhouse.”
He helped me out of the truck, we got on the bike, and headed to the clubhouse. We pulled into the clubhouse lot, and he put the kickstand down before I got off, and leant the bike to park it. He told me to stay on the bike, and he dismounted, but then he leant, sitting on the edge of the driver’s seat, and turned to me.
“My dad’s the boss, here. Just be yer sweet self, be honest, and respectful to him. Be respectful to the other guys ya meet here. If you’re not, it’ll be bad for me, and I will not tolerate being embarrassed (as he shook his index finger in my face). You ain’t allowed to touch the door to open or close it; only club members can. Put the toilet seat up, before ya leave the bathroom. Women ain’t allowed to sit at the bar, unless a member has invited ’em to sit. Oh, my brother J.T. is gonna be here, so you’ll get to meet him, too.”
“This is a lot of information to process, but I think I’m okay with it. I just hope I don’t do anything wrong, because I don’t know all the rules.”
“If ya stay by me, it’ll be fine. Just don’t get too comfortable; when ya get too comfortable, ya forget there’s rules.”
I dismounted the bike, trying to make sure my skirt didn’t blow up, and we walked to the clubhouse. There was a guy standing by the door, and Danny hugged him, greeted him, and called him brother; then he opened the door for us to go in. Chivalry is not practiced here; the woman follows behind the man. Once inside, Danny greeted all the men with robust hugs, and referred to each of them as brother, except for his dad.
“Dad, this is Abby, and this is my dad, B.J.”
Danny looked like a slightly younger version of B.J., minus the beard, mustache, and salt and pepper hair; he was very handsome. B.J. is also built like a tank, but his waistline wasn’t as trim as Danny’s; he wasn’t fat, by any means.
“Well, she sure is a pretty lil’ thing, son. Nice to meet you darlin’.”
He had a low growl to his voice, just like his son. Danny sat down at the bar, next to B.J., and I remained standing beside Danny.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, B.J.”
“Come sit between me and Danny.”
Danny moved down a chair, and I sat between them. B.J. asked me what I would like to drink, and then ordered drinks for me, Danny, and himself.
“Let’s go back to the lounge, so we can talk. Oh, Danny, J.T. isn’t comin’; he had a change of plans.”
I followed B.J. and Danny through the clubhouse, to a closed door, where two men were standing. One of them opened the door, and then both moved to each side of the door to allow the three of us inside.
The lounge looked like a man’s den with wood paneling, lots of sitting space, a large heavy coffee table in the midst of some big leather couches, chairs, and side tables, with a small bar at the back of the room, a large desk with a leather office chair against one wall, a large screen TV, stereo system, and speakers against another wall, with a pool table in front of that, and more groupings of big leather couches, chairs, and side tables along another long wall. There were about five other people in the lounge, but they were sitting away from us. B.J. sat on a couch, and Danny and I sat together on another couch, which was adjacent to where B.J. sat.
“Danny came here late last night to talk to me about ya. I gave him some fatherly advice, but I wanted to meet ya, before I gave him any further advice. I’m assumin’ ya both had a talk today, and he explained to ya some things about himself, and what he expects from ya?”
“Yes, he did.”
B.J. paused; maybe to wait for me to say more, but I didn’t.
“And how do ya feel about what he told ya?”
“I think I understand what he wants and doesn’t want.”
“We’re both concerned about ya learnin’ the rules around here. There’s no handbook, so we’re gonna spend time together, and teach ya, as best we can. Danny wants ya around, so you’ll have to support him by being a good woman to him; it’s the only way it’ll work. I hope he’s told ya about his anger issues. That’ll be yer biggest challenge. You’ll need to learn how to deal with him when he’s like that.
“One thing I can tell ya, is don’t take any of it personally. It has more to do with him, than it does with ya, or his feelings about ya. He’s brought cunts here in the past, that ended up not bein’ allowed to come back, cuz they couldn’t learn how to behave, and they drank, too much.
“All of the club members are considered brothers and should be treated with respect by the women; if not, there can be serious repercussions for the woman, and her man. We both want ya to learn how to be the type of woman Danny needs.”
“I was raised by a very strict father. He also has anger issues, and I was raised that it is unacceptable to ever disrespect him. He’s brutally honest, straight forward, and doesn’t sugar coat anything. I don’t think my upbringing is going to be that much different to how I will be expected to behave around your club B.J., or even in private with Danny. I would hate to disappoint him.”
“I’m glad to hear that darlin’. I feel yer being very open, and honest with me; genuine. Danny was right, ya really are a sweet lil’ thing, and ya sure are pretty. Why don’t ya come sit by me, so we can bond a lil’?”
I looked at Danny to see if he approved.
“Go on baby, it’s okay.”
When I got up to go by B.J., I think he got a good look at my naked pussy; I could tell by the devilish smile on his face.
“Danny, you guys rode the bike here?”
“Of course, we did – why?”
I went to sit next to B.J., but he grabbed my waist, and shifted me to straddle his left thigh, so I was angled, facing Danny. He caught on quick, with the view B.J. just arranged. Danny crossed his arms over his chest, and wore the same damn devilish smile, as his dad. B.J. leaned in close to my right ear.
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