Story Excerpt

Gang Raped by the Prison Gang: Forced Gangbang, by Jezebel Rose

The home of the “Metallic Lions” Motorcycle Club was situated in Detroit. Each man was an escaped con. The place was ideal for the Club as it was very popular and attracted more and more people from the neighborhood. The “Metallic Lions” members wore leather jackets with the logo of the Club on their backs and rode the best bikes in the whole state. Not once had they triumphed in different contests and races and brought glory and, of course, money to the Club.

The leader and founder of the “Metallic Lions” – Lucas ‘Black Lion’ Watson – woke up late that morning. He opened his eyes slowly wiping off the last drops of dream and turned to his left side. There, right beside him was quietly breathing his beautiful wife Sophie. She was lying on her back her long blond hair spread all over the pillow. The edge of the blue sheet calmly rested on her belly exposing her silk nightgown. Lucas loved his wife’s B cup size breasts; he liked the way they fit in his palms, and he liked the way her nipples got hard between his lips and teeth.

Captured by those thoughts, he didn’t even notice that his hand was exploring Sophie’s legs and thighs under the sheet. Lucas was getting closer and closer to the hottest and most secret spot of her body. As he reached her pussy, he started rubbing her clit slowly through her thin panties. Sophie was breathing heavier and heavier, and as a result she woke up and opened her eyes.

“Lucas?” she whispered.

“How about a fresh morning sex, huh?” offered Lucas and threw off the blue sheet.

He climbed over her and sat on her chest. Sophie pulled down his pants and released Black Lion’s impressing erected cock. She grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him towards her. Lucas aimed his dick right into her opening pretty mouth. She took it inside with love and passion licking and sucking it, trying to swallow it. Black Lion was breathing hard. He knew if this went on for a few moments more, he would inevitably cum in his wife’s mouth which she couldn’t bear. Once or twice she let him cum on her face, but usually she didn’t like that stuff, and either made him use condoms, or cum on her belly or ass.

“That’s it, babe,” said Lucas getting off her chest, “I’m ready.”

Saying this, he roughly took off her white panties and spread her legs. He threw a barbarian glance at his wife and stabbed his cock into her. It entered smoothly making Sophie moan and move a little backwards. But it felt so warm and wet inside that he wanted to move faster and faster, and go deeper and deeper. At the moment he felt he was close, Sophie screamed out loudly and shuddered. Lucas felt her vagina’s walls getting closer around his dick. Sophie was having an orgasm. And the tenseness in her pussy and the thoughts of her wife reaching orgasm so fast made the trick. And he came. He came right inside Sophie. Then Lucas fell on his wife feeling weakness in his knees.

“Amazing,” whispered Sophie, and that was all she was able to pronounce. There was not enough air to breathe after such a strong orgasm and besides Lucas was lying on her. And her husband was quite heavy. No wonder he was nicknamed Black Lion.

Later that morning, after shower and breakfast, Lucas Watson was getting dressed and collecting his things as he was about to leave for the “Metallic Lions” headquarters two blocks away from his house. Sophie was watching him sitting on the white couch with a glass of orange juice.

“Lucas,” she said at last, “I was wandering if we could go somewhere tonight.”

Lucas turned to his wife pulling his black T-shirt down his black neck and said:

“Sophie, you know I’m seeing guys today. We have a race this week. Sorry, babe.”

“Lucas, it’s not fair. I see you only in the morning. I want to spend more time with you. I love you, and everything you do is important to me. But your bikes take you away from me.”

Black Lion put on his leather jacket with Metallic Lions on the back and walked closer to Sophie’s couch.

“Honey,” he said, “I know its hard time for you, but I need to win this race. If I don’t, I’ll lose the “Metallic Lions”. Slim Mike’s doing everything to show guys that I’m not the one I used to be, that I’m too old for all the biking stuff. I can’t give in.”

Sophie didn’t say a word. She just sighed. Lucas gave her a long wet kiss in the lips, turned around and left. Sophie looked out of the window to see him driving his red Yamaha YZF he called “Birdy.”

Five minutes later Lucas ‘Black Lion’ Watson was parking his “Birdy” in front of a one-storey grey building where dozen other bikes of various models and abilities were parked. He entered the front door and looked around. The room was full of smoke and the lights were doomed, rock sounds were falling down the ceiling. Lucas stepped forward and headed towards a group of men standing in the center of the room.

“What the hell is this?” screamed out Black Lion.

“Hey, Lion,” greeted him the men holding cues in their hands, “Now we have a pool table. Ain’t that great?”

“Where did you get it from?”

“Slim Mike brought it today. For the club, he said.”

“Slim Mike, you say?” asked Black Lion, “Where is he?”

“In the backroom,” said one of the “Metallic Lions” members.

Without saying a word, Lucas headed towards the backroom behind the bar. When he reached the door and opened it, he saw a very thin guy sitting on the couch with a girl kneeling on the floor between his legs busy with a blowjob.

“Hey, Lion” smiled Slim Mike, “Wanna join? She’s got a working mouth.”

“Need to talk” said Lucas coldly.

“Come on, man, let me cum,” said Slim Mike grabbing the girls head and stabbing his dick deeper in her throat.

“Now!”

“Damn!” swore Mike and pulled the girls hair up, “Sorry, doll. Got business to do.”

The girl stood up and ran out of the room. Black Lion noticed that she was hardly eighteen years old.

“What the hell is going on?” asked Lucas staring angrily at Mike.

“Ah, Lion, it’s just a whore…” started Mike.

“I don’t care about that. I mean the pool table. Where did you get it?”

“Bought it. It’s a gift to the guys and the Club. They mean a lot for me.”

“Stop that shit!” Black Lion was getting mad, “I know what you’re doing. You should’ve talked to me before bringing that thing in here. I want you to take it back, out of the Club.”

“Come on, Lion. The guys love it.”

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and one of the “Metallic Lions” members entered the backroom.

“Excuse me, Lion. But there’s something you should see.”

When Lucas went out to the parking place accompanied by Slim Mike and the guy who interrupted them, he saw all the “Metallic Lions” out of the building staring at something. He made his way through the crowd and stood in front of his men. What he saw was quite interesting. There was a golden Ducati bike – 1098s, the best a biker can dream of – parked on the asphalt. But every one’s attention was focused on the girl riding that motorcycle. She was wearing black boots on high heels, skinny leather trousers on her long legs and black leather jacket. She had long dark hair and astonishing green eyes. Holding her helmet in her hand she kept drilling each man’s eyes with her look.

“Can I help you?” finally said Lucas.

“You’re ‘Black Lion’ Watson?” asked the girl. Her voice was smooth and sexy and completed her look.

“Yeah, what can I do for you?” answered Black Lion.

“I want to enter the Club.”

Everybody turned their heads off the girl and stared at Lucas wandering what his decision will be. Slim Mike stepped forward and told Black Lion:

“Lion, what the hell is that? Are you seriously going to think over that? “Metallic Lions” saw no female members since it’s been founded. Since you founded it.”

“Shut up, Mike,” Slim Mike’s monologue was interrupted. Then Lucas turned to their guest, “You want to enter the Club, you’ll have to prove you worth it. You’ll race Slim Mike.”

“What?!” Mike was astonished. “Metallic Lions” members were surprised too, though some of them liked the idea to have a little fun.

So they raced. Slim Mike seemed helpless: he was miles away his opponent when she reached the finish line. Everybody applauded the girl when she got off her bike. She did impress them and Black Lion. He had never seen a girl riding a motorcycle so professionally and passionately. He liked her the moment she approached him. He felt unusual gravity towards her when she smiled.

“What’s your name?” asked Lucas.

“Sam,” she answered.

“Samuel?” said one of the “Metallic Lions” members and crowd burst out laughing.

Sam stepped closer to the “joker”, took the cue from his hands and unexpectedly smacked his balls with it. The crowd laughed even more now and she whispered in the guy’s ear:

“Samantha.”

Then Slim Mike arrived. He was furious, but without saying a word he entered the building, grabbed his things and left.

Later that evening, Lucas and Sam were sitting in backroom sipping beer and talking.

“Well, you’re in the Club now,” said Black Lion. “You proved you ride not worse than any of us, if not better. But tell me: what do you need this for?”

“Long ago I was taking drugs. And once I was overdosed and almost died. It was a miracle I survived, and since then I decided to quit. But I needed adrenaline in my blood, and I found it only in speed. I heard that “Metallic Lions” is the best Motorcycle Club in the neighborhood, and so I’m here to live the way I like and earn some money too.”

“You want to participate in races?”

“Not only,” she said and winked. “I know you do some, let’s say, inappropriate business. I’d like to take part.”

Lucas thought for a moment and said:

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Better tell me: where did you learn riding that way?”

“I grew up with bikes. My father loved them more than any of his wives. I guess you knew him – Thomas Davidson.”

“Mad Tom?” screamed out Black Lion. “Mad Tom’s your father? He taught me everything I knew. He gave me my first bike. Damn it, Sam, I used to play with you when you were five years old.”

“Well,” Sam smiled wickedly, “play with me now.”

With these words, she climbed over Black Lion and sat on his knees. He didn’t even realize what was going on, when she tenderly kissed his lips. He couldn’t resist it as it was too lustful to feel her tongue wandering in his mouth. Lucas put away his beer and grabbed Sam by the neck to pull her closer to his face: and now his tongue was licking hers. While kissing, Sam managed to get rid of her jacket. She wore a thin T-shirt and no bra. Lucas could tell it for sure as he felt her nipples rubbing his chest.

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