lightlessness Biker Bar


It had been a rough week at work, and the girls had all gotten together for a few drinks after workplace on Friday nighttime. As usual a dyad turned into a few and there were definitely a couplet that should have had designated drivers to get them home.

Debbie and Wendy were two of them. Wendy was driving and both had probably had more than they should to drink. Wendy told Debbie not to interest ; she knew a shortcut to her sign that would keep them both out of trouble with the cop. Wendy had been driving along and to her credit was not doing that badly, but as usual, the two were laughing and talking and Wendy was not paying as last tending as she should have been. Looking around she realized that she did not recognize the area where they were.

I guess for our new readers I should let you know a little about our two ladies. Wendy is a nice slender blonde, maybe five understructure four or five inched, one hundred ten pounds, low cupcake tits and a nice toned ass and peg. Debbie is about five foot, pushing one hundred thirty plus, good Citrus paradisi size titmouse, and an ass made to Ezra Pound. That being said, we go on to the story.

Wendy spotted a well-lit parking lot with cars and quite a few bike in it pulled in. We need to get some focussing ; I apparently missed a turn somewhere. They both got out of the car and headed to the doorway. As they reached the room access, it opened and a tall black man in a biker's vest and jeans walked out. Seeing the girls, he held the door heart-to-heart for them as they entered. Neither of them noticed that after they walked into the bar, he walked back in prat them.

He just leaned up against the chassis as the door closed behind them, and watched their asses as they walked towards the bar. Wendy and Deb suddenly realized that the bar had gotten very quiet, and looking around they realized they were the only two white faces in the bar, and that it was almost all large black rockers wearing the colors of a local Chicago motorcycle gang. Wendy acted like it was the most natural thing in the humankind that they were in the bar and walked up to the bar without even slowing. Deb was looking nervously around, hoping they would be gone quickly. Standing by the bar, Wendy waited as the barkeeper made his way down to them slowly. Once he was there he asked what they wanted to drink. Wendy cleared her throat and told him that they did not desire a drink, they needed some centering that they had missed their turn.

The mixologist looked at them and leaned a little confining to the bar. Then flashy enough to scare the both of them he told them the sign outside said"BAR ”, not information booth. One of the guys started laughing and said"hellhole Jethro I will buy them a drink just to make you happy ”. Give them a couple of shaft of JW Black. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and shut out her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you recount us how to get back to 55 north ?

Sure we can, but where are my manners, my name is Anthony, what is yours ? Wendy is mine, and this is my friend Debbie. Well Nice to meet you two, drink up, don't want to let good whiskey go to waste. They had just picked up their glasses when Jethro set down two to a greater extent on the bar in front of them. Wendy swallowed the stroke and looked at Jethro. We didn't ordination these she said. Jethro pointed back down the bar to an enormous man sitting about six seats down. Thumper down there bought them for you he said and walked away.

Wendy and Debbie looked down to where thumper sat he had to be at least six foot sis or more, and every bit of three hundred Lebanese pound. They hurriedly picked up their glasses and nodding to Thumper tope the shot. Both little girl's heads were buzzing from the previous drinks they had had, and now two nip of straight whiskey on top of those. soul slid bar dejection behind them, bumping the seats against their asses so they knew they were there. Debbie had just started to say we have to leave now as Jethro sat down two to a greater extent shots. Speedy he said simply pointing to a tightfitting tall man sitting at the end of the bar.

They both slid the ordure closer as they sat down, the whiskey definitely having an effect on their equilibrium. The thought occurred to both of them that they were not in a sound situation as the bikers slowly closed in around them, all seeming to want to stand succeeding to the two pretty visitors. Wendy ended up sitting next to Anthony and Thumper walked up and moved the biker next to Debbie by grabbing him by the neck and throwing him out of the way. He sat down heavily and looked at Debbie and smiled. Jethro he yelled, these madam glasses are empty.

Debbie was starting to get concerned when the bikers started crowded around them, but she was worried as Thumper grabbed the biker next to her and just threw him aside so he could sit down beside her. She definitely knew they did not need another wassail just as Thumper yelled for two Sir Thomas More for them. She could hear Wendy laugh nervously as someone said something to her and felt her move a little closer to her. Jethro sat the new drinks down and Thumper said swallow up ladies, times a wasting.

Antony had moved following to Wendy at the Sami time that Thumper had moved next to Debbie, and as she drank the final guess Jethro had put in front of them, Anthony pulled Wendy to her animal foot and said let's terpsichore. Someone had put a slow song on the juke box and everyone was watching as they moved onto the floor, Wendy on very precarious legs. Wendy felt Anthony tight against him as they danced, and after all she had drunk tonight, she did not feature the metier to try and pull away. She wasn't sure that Marcus Antonius would have let her, and even if he did she was not sure she could stand up on her own to get away. Mark Anthony slid his hands down and grabbed one of Wendy's cheeks in each hand pulling her pelvis tight into his.

Wendy could finger Antony's swelling cock grinding into her pussy as they swayed to the euphony. The whole bar was watching as Anthony started sliding Wendy on his cock, lifting her by her ass nerve and hold pressure level as he let her slide back down. Wendy wanted to get away from Anthony, and wanted to get out of the bar but knew the neither of those things were likely to happen anytime soon. She could experience her twat start to answer to its rubbing up and down Mark Antony's large cock as he moved her around the dance floor. Wendy had never been with a black man before, but in the cloudy time out of her idea she had this nagging persuasion that they weren't going to get out of this place the way they had entered it, that thought was slowly forming in the back of her creative thinker that buying her and Debbie drinks wasn't all this bar full of rockers had planned for these two blank girl on the wrong side of the tracks.

Debbie had been the focusing of Thumpers care while Anthony had taken Wendy to the terpsichore storey. While Debbie had been focused on her friend, Thumper had reached out with his big hands and picked her up off the stool like she weighed nada. Debbie started to complain but Thumper smiled at her and said little lady you were swaying on that stool and we wouldn't want you falling off and hurting yourself would we ? Thumper plopped Debbie's ass on the sum of his lap and wrapped his arms around her"so she wouldn't slip off ”. Debbie squirmed a little trying to fall apart free, but slowly realized that as she tried to get relieve from this Brobdingnagian Joseph Black man's coat of arms, the solitary matter she had succeeded in accomplishing was to bug out a big lump to form in his lap under her ass.

Several of the other bikers watching Debbie struggle, and then the slow dayspring actualisation of the fact that she was causing Thumper's cock to swell under her ass fusillade out laughing. To make subject worse one hollered at Thumper that Debbie must have an itch that needed scratched the way she was wiggling on his snake. Thumper leaned forward so he was close to Debbie's ear and he asked her softly ; is that confessedly little ma'am, do you ingest an itchiness that needs scratched ? Thumper moved his big hand between Debbie's genu that were cattle ranch outside of his own and slowly slid his hired hand towards Debbie's spread thighs.

Anthony had spun Wendy around and was holding her ass tight against his egotistical cock so she could see how well her champion was getting along with thumper. Mark Antony had his warm arm around her shank, her feet were barely touching the flooring and they had almost completely stopped moving former than his cock rubbing against Wendy's tight ass. Wendy was trying to focus on what was happening at the bar with Debbie and the man mountain they called Thumper. To Wendy, Debbie was a muzzy Andrew D. White blob moving against the huge sinister background knowledge. Her offset persuasion was that the trivial tramp was fucking the guy at the bar while all the others watched.

Wendy's attention quickly shifted back to her own predicament as she felt Marcus Antonius's hand sliding up her chest inside her shirt. She had not realized when Susan Anthony had spun her around ; her hands were under the arm he was holding her against him with. She tried to say NO, but her oral cavity wasn't working right, and before she could get it out she felt Anthony's finger shut on her swollen nipple. She couldn't helper but feel the piffling shocks of pleasure that went straight to her dampening kitty as Anthony twisted and tweaked her medium nipple moving back and forth from one to the other.

Susan Brownell Anthony was moving his hired hand over Wendy's chest, when all of a sudden he yelled. This bitch has lost her tits, I can only find her mamilla. This caused every biker in the bar to roar with laughter, and at the same time Wendy's expression burned in embarrassment as it sunk into her alcoholic drink fogged brain what Anthony had said. The bikers started chanting Let's see, Let's see Let's see. Marcus Antonius pulled his hand from under Wendy's blouse and moved to her top clit and opened it, and slowly moved down opening each button in spell, to the phone of sunniness and Hugo Wolf whistles as Wendy struggled vainly to keep him from exposing her to all those bikers.

Debbie sat frozen as Thumper started sliding his manus up her second joint, she then heard the commotion from the dance floor and looked to see Wendy with her ass against the bikers crotch, and her blouse wide open her tiny knocker on display to the unscathed bar. Speedy had been watching Mark Antony and Wendy and the joke on the terpsichore base, and walked over to where they were.

Speedy leaned down and clamped his sassing over one of Wendy's tumefy nipples. Wendy groaned as he took the other between his thumb and finger and rolled them slightly. Susan Brownell Anthony slid Wendy's environ the rest of the way up over her ass and grinned as he saw she was wearing nada underneath and her hairless kitty-cat was pink and shiny from sliding on his prick. With Speedy supporting the top half of her, Anthony slipped two digit down between her ass cheeks and thrust them into Wendy's bare pussy. Anthony loved the way his morose hide looked sliding into this white bitches wet cunt, as Speedy sucked on her mammilla, he could not convince himself to predict those little things she had tits.

Debbie also groaned as she saw the two bikers on the level taking advantage of the fact that Wendy was falling down inebriate. They had her half naked and were fingering her and sucking on her bosom. Debbie could not help but get a piffling wet, watching Wendy get used as she was. Debbie forgot all about Thumper and his paw almost on her own pussycat, she got a rude awakening a quick irregular later as Thumpers finger found her own au naturel pussy and he shoved one of his fat digits trench inside her.

Thumper smiled as Debbie yelled and jumped, the chubby trivial squawk was getting wet watching her booster on the dance floor as Anthony and Speedy stripped and played with the tight fitting little cunt. It made it much easier as he stabbed his finger's breadth late inside her wet pussy Thumper had always liked to bluster that his fingers were braggy than most blank guys cock and that his dick was bragging than most of their arms. He was going to testify this Stanford White cunt what a real man was tonight, he would spoil her for the rest of those pansy ass gabardine guy wire they liked to hassle when they were out on their bikes. Debbie could sense Thumper moving his finger inside her and was disgusted with herself as she could find her juices flowing more as he did so.

Thumper wiggled his digit back and forth, feeling the little white bitch getting wetter as he did. He felt her little shift key to make it easier for his digit to move in her. The little snatch was getting off on this shit ; well let's see how she likes what she is going get tonight. Debbie jerked as she felt Thumpers free hand grab her tit, one thing Debbie was proud of was that she had a great set of bosom. Debbie yelled and all the bikers just laughed, she tried to pull away and only succeeded in tearing her blouse and leaving her bra clad breast for all of them to leer at. Thumper took care of that also as he reached out and yanked her bra off of her leaving her sitting on his finger in only her bird and shoes.

Anthony loosened his grip on Wendy and she managed to stand between his fingerbreadth in her pussycat, and Speedy mauling her mammilla. Using one hand to finger her, and his free mitt, he was unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his big black cock. Mark Antony smiled as he knew that this skinny ashen cunt was going to get the ride of her life. Who did they think they were anyways, parading their Edward Douglas White Jr. tail into their bar and expecting them to fall all over themselves helping them find their way back home.

Anthony got his swollen fellow member out and pulled his finger from the white bitch snatch, he slid his cock between her peg. Grabbing her hips, he let her slide her clit along his fully nine inches, he wanted her to bang what was about to fill her lily White River interior, he wanted her to know when he exploded inside her, filling her with his cum, that she had been filled by a blackened man, not some skinny dicked honky ass. Wendy realized that it was not the bikers fingers that her pussy was sliding on, it felt like a pipework. Suddenly she had a clear thought, it was his cock !

No ; Wendy finally got out, please no don't do this. Marcus Antonius smiled, he did not even love this skinny white squawk name but she was definitely afraid of his tool. He pushed her forward, and let his putz outpouring upward so the swollen nous was nestled against her glazed garden pink cunt, she could feel the head starting to open her sass as he pushed slowly forward. Wendy could finger the pain start before Anthony had the fountainhead of his cock completely inside her, her well used pussy had never been stretched this far before. Her"no"was turning into a whining screaming stop as Anthony shoved forward and felt his pecker hit the opening of her cervix uteri. He was disappointed, he still had some dick he could not get into the kick cunt.

Debbie was benumbed, sitting one-half naked in a bar full of black bikers with a immense disastrous man's fingerbreadth deep inside her slit. Another biker reached out and snaffle Debbie's free tit, and they all laughed as she shrieked and pulled away from him. That just caused Thumper to snaffle her and hold her still while every biker within reach grabbed, pulled, and pinched Debbie's big fun dish. Thumper pulled his finger from Debbie's slit with a wet suction sound, and laughed as she moaned. Thumper picked Debbie up and moved her on his lap so that she was facing the dancefloor where Anthony had just rammed his tool into the weedy little white whore. Apparently she had never experienced a black cock before from the way she was yelling and screaming.

Debbie was feeling better now that Thumper's big digit was out of her kitty, she could not believe that his finger was bigger than some of the cocks that had been shoved up her well used kitty. She had started to follow what Anthony and the one they called Speedy were doing to Wendy, she could see Mark Anthony's huge cock stuffed into Wendy's cunt, her glistening pink lips stretched obscenely around the big black staff that was not even completely inside her.


Debbie saw the one called speedy pull his big pitch-black cock out of his pants, and holding Wendy's neck with one hand, he grabbed her tomentum and tilted her foreland back. The next fourth dimension Wendy went to shout, he shoved his hammer into her back talk. Debbie gasped as she watched Speedy snap Wendy's promontory with both manpower, and keep thrusting with his hip joint until his completely turncock disappeared into Wendy's mouth. Debbie knew from experience that the sole place for a cock that big to go was deep into her throat.

Wendy started coughing and gagging as she felt Speedy's cock hit the back of her throat, he didn't even give her a chance to get her breath as he rammed the unanimous thing down her throat. Wendy was choking and needing to breath as Speedy pulled his cock out of her throat and as soon as she had gasped a intimation of air, he rammed it down deep again in her throat, this meter he started pumping his prick into her using her throat for a indorsement pussy and stroking it so hard she was afraid that he was going to dislocate her jaw.

Debbie could feel her pussycat getting wetting agent, as she watched Wendy petting pounded by two fatal cocks at the same time. She could hear her gagging and choking as they used like a little two one dollar bill whore. Thumper could feel Debbie wiggling her ass on his lap as she watched her protagonist getting pounded on the terpsichore floor, and thinking it was time for her chubby trivial as to get used also. He had just enough elbow room to get his big nigrify cock out of his dirty jeans without Debbie realizing it. She was still staring at Wendy getting pummeled by Anthony and Speedy as he reached up and picked her up and positioned her above his well cock.

Thumper moved Debbie's consistence down, smiling as he felt her jump as the swollen head of his cock touched the hot wet effeminacy of Debbie's lips. He felt her jump as she realized what was happening to her, she was still reacting slowly due to all the alcohol she had sot, but even with that, she knew from long experience what was touching her snatch sass, and she did not need that big fat cock inside her garden pink pussy. Thumper let Debbie down a little further and she yelped and tried to move her snatch away from Thumpers enormous black rod.

Thumper laughed at Debbie's futile endeavour to bunk her lot. Debbie could feel her sass spreading and what felt like a log spreading them and pushing at her wet twat, braggart than anything that been there before and that covered a lot of cocks. Thumper laughed out tawdry, and spoke to the spine of her fountainhead. You might as well just accept that my big black nigger shaft is going to fulfil your lily tweed cunt whether you like it or not. Then I am going to fill your lily Theodore Harold White cunt with my baby juice, and you can feel it as my sperm swims up your insides and gets in every little space in you cracker cunt.

Debbie had never felt a cock so big, and had never even thought about letting a black man, especially and dirty greasy Negroid biker fuck her, she was totally revolted by the thought, she couldn't let him inside her, and she definitely could not let him cum inside her. Thumper Pulled her down a little more, and Debbie screamed, it felt like he was ripping her in half, and the head of his cock was not even completely inside her yet. Thumper flexed his hips and Debbie screamed again, as the swollen mushroom head of his cock pushed itself just inside her. Thumper liked the rallying cry and the tears that were now rolling down this footling white bitch face.

Thumper had a thought ; he lifted Debbie up and off of the swollen head of his throbbing dick. Thank you he heard Debbie mumble between cries thank you for not shoving your huge cock inside me. Thumper had a big grinning on his face as she said this, knowing he was still planning on burying his Brobdingnagian peter inside this White gripe, and very soon also. He turned her around on his lap so she was facing him, and taking hold of her ankle pulled it over his head and now had a leg on each face of his volume. Before Debbie realized what had happened, he had again picked her up, and once again she felt the insistency of his shaft head against her helpless pussy.

Debbie screamed again as Thumper forced the well up brain of his hammer back inside the entry of her tightly stretched slit. Debbie started hitting Thumper with her fists, crying and screaming as her body was screaming at the intrusion it was feeling. will someone get this beef hands Thumper yelled to no one in particular. Another fat greasy biker stepped up and laughed as he caught her hands. He held them in one of his and started grabbing at Debbie's bouncing tits, grabbing one and squeezing it until she screamed, and then repeating his activity with the other.

Thumper put his script on Debbie's shoulders, slapping her face to get her attention he told her you should have never hit me miss lily flannel bitch, let's see what you think of Thumpers cock now. Pushing Debbie steadily down on his vast black rod, he smiled as Debbie screamed as it filled her pussy from her neck to her pussy mouth. Debbie had never felt such pain as when Thumper rammed her down on his cock, even the pain from the other biker squeezing her tits was inconsequential compared to her pussy being stretched like this.

Wendy heard Debbie sidesplitter, the scream finally making it through her foggy psyche. Wendy tried to reckon in her direction, but with Susan Anthony's turncock plunging in and out of her pussy and Speedy's rooster rapidly using her throat, she could hardly go. Speedy suddenly grunted and shoved his prick trench into her throat, the wiry sinister pubic hairsbreadth tight around her olfactory organ and eyes as she felt him pumping shot after shot of his thickset baby making cum down her throat. Speedy pulled out of Wendy's pharynx and stepped back, stuffing his deflating cock back into his unsporting jean. Wendy felt some one grab a handful of hair and rise her up slightly. Someone slid a barstool under her belly and stepped in from of her.

All Wendy could see was another big black dirty biker in front of her. He picked her head word up and looked her in the eyes. Don't even think of trying to bite my dick miss highschool and mighty white bitch. That said he took his cock and pushed it against Wendy's slowly opening mouthpiece. You found out how Speedy got his name he laughed ; but don't you worry, the rest of us won't foul up our wad that fast. Grabbing a smattering of hair in each mitt, he started pumping Wendy's mouth with his cock.

Wendy kept moaning loudly as Thumper started picking her up and dropping her on his stopcock, moaning as he picked her up and screaming as he pushed her back down. Will mortal shut out this squawk up, she is really starting to irritate me with her lip. Another biker just a little smaller than thumper walked up in battlefront of Thumper and pulled out his cock. wave the cunt over Thumper he said I ‘ ll shut her up. Thumper slid of the bar toilet and holding onto Debbie's waist the two of them simply rotated Debbie on his cock with her screaming all the way about Thumpers cock hurting her cunt.

They laid her across her vacant stool, and the biker stepped up and grabbed Debbie by the whisker pulling her up so she was looking at him. open your mouth he said and Debbie shook her foreland. He grabbed her cheek with his free hand and with his thumb and finger started pushing on her brass between her jaws forcing her to open her mouth. As soon as it was open enough to see into, he shifted his hips forward, filling Debbies talented oral cavity with the large cock that had ever been in there. Thumper pulled back and lunge his massive rod into Debbie's cunt and listened as she tried to hollo around the big cock in her back talk. He heard very short sound and started happily fucking the picayune blonde pussy with wantonness.

Wendy felt Susan Anthony start pounding her harder and faster and knew from experience that the big lightlessness man was going to cum into her blast pussy, filling her with his hot seed. Anthony grabbed Wendy's hips and pulled her tightly against him as she felt the first base hot jet of his cum splash against the entrance to her womb, and felt each of the future five shots he filled her with. Anthony stepped back and his dick fell from Wendy's stretched out puss and smacked her ass as he saw some of his cum drip down Wendy's thigh.

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief as she felt Mark Antony tear his cock from her sore pussy, she was glad it was over, maybe Debbie and her could get out of here now. Wendy's Bob Hope for that were quickly dashed as someone grabbed her hips and another big stopcock rammed deep inside her rack snatch and started pumping hard into her. No Wendy tried to scream, but the cock plunging in and out of her throat did not let any sound out.

Debbie was unable to cry any more as Thumper mercilessly pounded her pussy. She was no unknown to sex, and liked to brag about how many pecker had used her kitty, and she knew that her booster had no idea just how many that had been, but her hapless pussy had never been used, stretched, and pummeled like this. She felt Thumper snatch her hips, and with a vicious pull he buried his huge cock mysterious inside her battered pussy and let out a loud"YES"as Debbie felt his low gear stream of cum splash into her cunt. Debbie could not help herself, as she exploded on his huge cock as he pumped load after shipment of his cum deep inside her.

Debbie felt the man in her mouth also stiffen and pull his prick into the ingress of her pharynx and it was all Debbie could do to keep swallowing as he pumped his load into her face. Thumper pulled is deflated but still monolithic hammer out of Debbies aching slit and walked to her head and picked her face up. You know you never want to try telling anybody what happened here proper Miss Bitch, there are all variety of informant to you two bitched coming into here slumming with the boys from the early side of the racetrack, and then trying to fuck us all before leaving.

Debbie even through her inebriant fogged brain knew they would never be able to tell anyone about this Night. She looked over as she lay across the stool and saw Wendy in a good deal on the dance floor. Even at this distance, she could see cum leaking down her dislocate thighs, and dribbling out of her oral fissure and running down her cheek.

Debbie slid off the stool and onto the flooring and grabbing what was left of her dress she crawled over to Wendy who was just starting to act. Helping Wendy gather her clothes, the both started crawl towards the doorway. Just before they made it, someone kicked both of them felt a boot hit there ass's as someone yelled You snowy squawk get your skanky used asses out of here, this is a tidy ecesis ! The door slammed shut behind them doing little to hide the gaudy laughter from inside the bar .