About six years ago I met the guy who would suit my husband at a gang bar, so I wasn't surprised that he was in a ring. He had plenty of tattoos and a full, rigorous beard that made him look tough and intriguing….I got wet just looking at him. I always lived on the bang of gangs and tough neighborhoods, anyway, so I was usually pretty comfortable with their personalities, impost and rules. After I got married to Kurt, I found out there are a lot more than rules, and even some that apply to the married woman of gang members.

The integral gang was at our hymeneals and receipt. The day was going beautifully….after a sweet ceremonial occasion we headed to a party venue for the reception. About 3 hours into the reception, everyone was dancing to the ponderous metallic element sway medicine and eating the catered food, when I realized I desperately needed a bath time out. I told my Kurt ( my new husband ) that I was heading to the gentlewoman'room, and gave him a quick kiss before I left the main way and headed down a residence hall to the toilets. After finishing up, I opened the threshold of the restroom and almost fell into the arms of Sammy, the leader of Kurt's gang.

I smiled up at him and said,"Hey, Sammy….nice party, right ?"

He laughed and said,"It's a great event, Sara…..great food, great music, and a beautiful blushing bride."As he said this he wrapped his coat of arms around me and gave me a big, tongue-filled kiss. As he continued to snog me, he held me soused with his left arm around my waist, while he slipped his right-hand helping hand into the top of my wedding clothes and began squeezing my rectify tit.

I pushed away from him the near I could, although he still had a squiffy grip on my waist, so I wasn't going anywhere….."What the fuck, Sammy ? I just got marry. Hell, we're still at the reception ! !"

"I know, Sara….that's one of our gang rules. The leader gets to have intercourse every new bride at their reception. It's been a tradition since the source of the pack, so it ain't about to interchange now."

I continued struggling, though not successfully, and as I did, Sammy managed to unzip my dress and pull the top down, exposing my big breast. I usually wore a 32E bra, but was not wearing one under the wedding dress, so when he pulled my top down, my breasts popped out and bound around as I continued my futile attempt to stop him.

"Sammy, stop it. I can't believe this is a real tradition,"I squealed.

"fountainhead, it is, so stop all this ruckus or I'll have Rusty and Paco come hold you still while we do this. Kurt knows this, by the way. I'm surprised he didn't mention it."

I didn't need Sammy's two lieutenants involved, so I grudgingly let Sammy stuff and pinch both of my tits with his right bridge player, as he moved his pull up stakes deal to the front of my dress…pulling the fabric up until he could slip his script underneath and stroke my pussy through my panties.

He locked onto my backtalk again in a harsh, tongue-filled kiss, while his rightfulness paw pulled my panty aside and he slid 2 fingers into my puss. He started sliding his fingers into and out of my pussy, using his thumb to thumb my clit, and in a bit of a surprise I found myself getting wet from all the stimulation.

I pulled away from his buss and said,"What the screw, Sammy ? This can't be happening. What about Kurt ?"

"It's happening, girl, so get used to it…..I'm guessing there are other prescript for gang wives you haven't been told yet, either."

As I was digesting what he just said, Sammy spun me around so that I faced the wall in the hallway and bent me forward. I put my script on the rampart for documentation, and felt Sammy pull the material of my wedding dress up until it was piled on my depress back. He reached between my legs and pulled my panties down to my stifle, then kicked my leg wide and lined the nous of his cock up with my slit. With a huge push, he shoved his prick into me with a grunt, then started slamming it in and out of me like a jackhammer. I was surprised at how big it was, and I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall as I felt it fill up my now drenched cunt. I could feel his nut sack slapping against my clitoris with each drive, causing me to emit tiny smother squeals as he continued to lbf. me from behind.

He reached around and grabbed my swinging nipple, slapping and squeezing them, and pinching my, now, fully erect nipples. Suddenly, a totally unexpected warm, tingly orgasm swept through me, making my pegleg tremble and my soundbox rock. I held myself up on the wall with eyes closed and legs spread wide, as my coming washed over me…..and Sammy kept blasting my puss with his cock.

After another couple of minutes, I heard Sammy begin to catch his breath, and he moved his hands from my boobs to my pelvic girdle, as he picked up the pace and appeared to be close to a sexual climax. All of sudden, he spun me around and pushed me to my knees, as he grabbed his cock with one hired man and the back of my principal with the other. He shoved the head of his shaft into my sassing just as he exploded, sending watercourse of cum down my throat. I had no choice….I swallowed all of it, then sucked and stroked his peter as cum continued to rain cats and dogs into my mouth. He kept sliding his cock back and Forth River in my mouth until he finished cumming, then slowly pulled it out, leaving it dangling in front of my fount as he stood there catching his breath.

With a shit-eating smile he said,"Go ahead and kiss it, Sara. Then put it away….for now."

I gave the tip of his flaccid rooster a prompt peck, then tucked it into his dungaree and zipped him up, saying"nooky, Sammy - now I need to make clean up again before I can go back to the reception."

"Sure…go ahead. I'll tell Kurt you've done your gang wife responsibility, and you'll be out shortly."

My eyebrows shot up a bit, and Sammy laughed, and said,"Sure, he knows. Every gang wife goes through this."

"Would've been fucking nice if somebody told me about this ”, I muttered.

As I pulled the top of my dress over my swaying dumbbell, and pushed my dress material back around my branch, then turned to go back into the restroom to scavenge up, I heard Sammy say,"Welcome to the gang, Sara. I guess you'll find out about the other pack wife principle soon enough."

I didn't know what he meant at the time, but I definitely found out"soon enough ”.

When I went back to the reception, I walked over to Kurt and said,"What the screwing, Kurt ? ? Sammy just fucked me in the hallway by the restroom ! He said it was a mob tradition, or wife rule, or something fucked up like that. What the fuck is going on ?"

looking for sheepish and uncomfortable, Kurt said,"Yeah, I know. That happens whenever a work party member gets get hitched with. Sammy gets to fuck them at the reception."

"Holy fuck, Kurt…you couldn't severalise me this before now ? ?"

"Sorry, Sara. But every bunch wife goes through it, so you're not alone."( Like THAT makes a remainder. )

I shook my caput and said,"So, what was Sammy talking about when he said there were more gang up wife rules for me to learn ? What else am I in for ?"

Looking even more sheepish, Kurt said,"Well…..basically…..being the gang leader, Sammy can have intercourse any gang wife any time he wants. If they resist, then Rusty and Paco apply them down and Sammy fucks them anyway….then Rusty and Paco each get a bout. If they go along, then it's just Sammy."

"holy place, holy, holy fuck, Kurt. When the hell were you gon na say me about this ?"

I sat there grumbling about this place for another 10 minutes, then - with powerful effort - shifted into party mode and enjoyed the rest of reception. I had no estimation what was in store for me, but at least I knew it was coming….or ‘ cumming'….as the case may be.

It started the succeeding calendar week when Kurt and I were at the gang's main hang-out, watching a sportsmanlike result on the pack's huge TV. Sammy, Rusty, and Paco were all there, along with about 20 other crowd members and their married woman. At half-time of the plot, Sammy got up from his chair and walked over to Darlene, the married woman of another gang appendage, who was sitting at the end of a couch future to her husband. Standing right next to the arm of the sofa, Sammy unzipped his denim and pulled out his shaft. It was semi-hard, bending down slightly, as it dangled between his leg, swaying back and forth. He leaned forward and prod Darlene's buttock with it, causing her to turn her head to see what was up, and he gently slapped her in the face with the head of his stiffening shaft.

When Darlene saw Sammy's prick in her nerve, she whined,"C'mon, Sammy, not today, okay ? You fucked me finale night, for fucking rice beer. kick in me a break."

"You know how this works, Darlene…open up,"Sammy said as he kept nudging her oral cavity with the read/write head of his dick.

Darlene kept pushing him away, so Sammy looked over toward the other sofa, and Paco and Rusty slowly got up from their seats.

Darlene saw this and said,"OK, OK, no problem. I'll do it."She opened up and sucked Sammy's almost fully erect penis into her backtalk, rocking her head back and Forth River as she sucked and stroked Sammy's stiffening rod. She used her unblock hired man to reach into Sammy's jeans and pull out his testis release, fondling and massaging it, as she continued to use her lip on his shaft. Sammy stood there with his hands on his hips and his point thrown back….most of the early extremity ignored Darlene's blowjob, but some sat transfixed…watching her head slide back and Forth River on Sammy's prick, using her deal and spit on the tip of his shaft to help encourage a flying climax.

It seemed to lick, because in just a few minutes, Sammy let out a grunt and shoved his coxa forward into Darlene's face, pushing the capitulum of his shaft deep into her throat, as a shipment of cum exploded from his prick. Darlene continued rocking her forefront back and Forth River as Sammy emptied his balls into her mouth, swallowing his full cargo until he finally finished cumming. Sammy slowly pulled his still hard cock from her sassing, stroked out a few shoemaker's last driblet of cum onto her tongue, then tapped the head of his dick on her tongue before removing it so she could swallow. He let go of his prick and - leaving his softening dick hanging out of his gasp - he leaned over and slipped a hired hand into Darlene's shirt, squeezing both nipple for a few minute before standing back up and saying with a shitty grinning,"Nice job, Darlene. You're definitely one of my favorites."

I glanced at Kurt as we watched Darlene culture giving Sammy a blowjob while her husband sat on the sofa next to her, and he just shrugged and said,"Them's the rules."

Two twenty-four hour period later, the"rules"found their way to my doorstep….literally. Kurt and I were just about to sit down to eat when there was a knock on the door. As I continued finishing and serving the meal in the kitchen, Kurt went to answer the door, and returned with Sammy in tow.

Sammy said,"Hey, perfective tense timing….I'll juncture you guys for dinner ”, as he walked into the kitchen and gave me a big hug from behind. My hands were full with serving plates and pasta, so he just stood behind me, pulling my ass into his bulwark with one hand, while the other handwriting moved up to my breasts and started squeezing my tits through my t-shirt. I continued placing food onto the scale in front of me while Sammy went further, slipping his handwriting under my shirt and playing with my breast and nipples.

I said,"C'mon, Sammy, let me get the food on the table, for have sex sake."

With a final nip of my nipples, he pulled his paw out from under my shirt and said,"No problema, Sara. Let's eat !"

The 3 of us sat at our slight kitchen table, with Kurt directly across from me, and Sammy sitting right next to me, with our plates of food in front of us. Once we began eating, Sammy reached over and took my left manus, pulling it over to his lap. He said,"No want to stop feeding, Sara, but go ahead and pull out my tool and stroke it while we eat."I shook my head in mental rejection, but - knowing"the rules"- I unzipped his jean, reached inside for his incision, then pulled it out and began slowly sliding my manus up and down the calamus while we continued eating. It was already semi-hard, and was getting harder as I stroked it. I was again imprint with the size….long and thick….and it actually felt respectable in my hand. Kurt had a nice sized cock, too - no complaint - but it wasn't quite this big. I thought to myself, ‘ Hell, if I'm forced to have sex the crowd drawing card, at least it helps that he has a nice cock.'I glanced over at Kurt as this cerebration went through my judgement, and he was laughing, eating pasta, and enjoying a nonchalant conversation with Sammy……almost as if my manus wasn't jerking off his leader under the table rightfulness in front of him.

As I continued pumping Sammy's stiffening rod, I focused on the head sometimes, which Sammy seemed to care, because he'd drive a small breaking from talking with Kurt every meter I did it, moaning for a few seconds before continuing their conversation. At one detail during the meal, Sammy had reached over and pulled my tee shirt up, so that my boobs swung freely in front man of me, and he began massaging them and tweaking my nipple as he continued chatting with Kurt and eating his pasta. Kurt never blinked an eye. Every once in a spell I'd collar him eyeing my swaying pinhead, as Sammy squeezed and pinched them. former than that, the two of them just ate, talked, and laughed as I continued using one hand to pump Sammy's hawkshaw under the table, while I ate my alimentary paste with the other.

By the meter our plateful were abandon, Sammy's cock was rock hard and fully set up. I let it go as I got up to remove the plates and serving disc from the tabular array, taking them to the kitchen with my t-shirt still pushed up to my chin, and my naked boob bouncing and wobbling in front of me. When I came back from the kitchen, Kurt had moved into the living room and turned on the TV, while Sammy stood future to the dining table, slowly stroking his raging hard-on.

"That was an pose repast, Sara. It was just about perfective. C'mon over here…..now, it's time for dessert."

Dismissing the atrocious cliché, I went over to where he stood by the mesa, with my boobs rolling back and Forth on my chest as I walked. His eyes were laser focused on my wobbling tits as I walked over to him, and when I was close enough, he unzipped my trunks and pulled them down to my ankle, along with my panties. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Sammy reached around me and grabbed my ass, then lifted me slightly and put me down on the edge of the table. In a pretty deft move, he stepped in between my wooden leg and spread them apart by putting his arms under each knee. He lined up the head of his prick with my pussycat and shoved his hips forward, ramming his hammer deep into my cunt. I was surprised to find I was already wet, and his entire shaft slid in easily. He began slamming his hawkshaw in and out of me in earnest, causing me to grunt with the force of each stab and my tits to bang into each other as he eagerly pounded my pussy.

His eyes were locked on my bouncing boobs, and he squeezed them continuously, occasionally bending over to wet-nurse one teat into his mouth, then the other. He was using his tooth to gently prick and nibble on my teat, which had them fully erect and tingling from the attention. He picked up the step, thrusting harder and harder between my legs. With his peter hitting all the mighty berth inside me, and the aid he was giving my tits, it wasn't long before I let out a low wail as a orgasm coursed through my consistency. I wrapped my leg around his ass and pulled him tighter into my pussy, as my orgasm washed over me from clit to nipple.

After my climax, Sammy started thrusting even harder, which made the table I was sitting on shake. So, Sammy grabbed my ass and pulled me off the table, with my wooden leg still wrapped around his ass, and his stopcock still late inside my slit. I grabbed behind his neck with both hands while he held me up and thrust his hip into me, pumping his prick trench into my cunt over and over while I bounced up and down on his rigid shaft.

After a few minutes of being fucked while Sammy stood there with his hands under my ass holding me up, Sammy made another deft move….he pulled his stuff whoreson out of my pussy, turned me around and turn me over the dining mesa, then slammed his cock back into me from behind, almost in a unity motion. Holding my pelvic arch with both hands, Sammy pounded away at my snatch as I bent over the tabular array with my boobs squashed beneath me. It didn't take foresighted before I heard Sammy let out a oink and felt him thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock as far as it would go inside me. I could even experience the power of his cum blast as he erupted deep inside my puss. He continued sliding his quill in and out of me as he finished cumming, then pulled his softening cock out of my pussy with a ‘ plop ’. Between my orgasm and all the gymnastics, I was exhausted, so I just stayed laying on the board as jizzm leaked out of my vagina, dripping on the level between my spread legs.

Sammy slapped my naked ass with his softening whoreson a few times, then tucked it back into his pants, zipped up and said,"That was amaze, Sara. You definitely know how to entertain guests."

I mumbled something in response, but wasn't really paying attending. I just lay there on the table, with my shirt up to my Kuki-Chin, my booby squashed beneath, my legs spread and my nude cunt dripping cum onto the trading floor. Sammy went over and did some kind of a gang handshake with Kurt, then let himself out the social movement door.

No sooner had Sammy left, than I felt bowel movement behind me and hands on my hips. In my dazed condition, I realized that Kurt had stepped behind me, and was shoving his fully set up hammer into my apply pussy. Apparently watching me get pounded by Sammy had given Kurt a hard-on that needed immediate relief. As I lay there, bent grass over the table, Kurt moved in between my bed covering legs and began slamming his pecker in and out of my cunt. He held my hip with his left hand, and slipped the other one around in strawman to pull off my clit while he fucked me from behind. I was still wet from fucking Sammy, and Kurt's dick felt wondrous moving in and out of my drenched twat. With his finger rubbing my clit while he fucked me, and his shaft hitting all the correctly point inside my slit, I felt another climax building between my legs. It wasn't long before I let out a low moan as a tingly orgasm crashed through my body, taking my breathing place away and making my legs tremble.

Kurt kept pounding away, and a few min later he growled, grabbed my hips with both hands, and slammed his prick hard into my cunt, shooting forget me drug after circle of cum deeply inside me. He kept sliding his shaft in and out of me as he continued blasting my pussy with more seed, forcing his incumbrance to leak out from the sides of his shaft, and drop onto the floor between my legs, where it splashed into Sammy's mess from before. When he finally finished cumming, Kurt slowly pulled his softening mother fucker out of my pussy, helped me up from the tabular array, walked me into the cascade where we got cleaned up, then we both went back into the living room to observe TV.

Before I settled in to watch a movie with Kurt, I went out to the dining elbow room and cleaned up the mess on the flooring, wondering how often this was going to happen in my newly married pack life.

As it turned out, it tended to happen about three metre a week. Sammy had his plectrum of wife, and he definitely had his favorites, but between club bodily function, pattern socializing with the mob, biker trip-up, and stopping by the house….Sammy managed to get a cock sucking from me at least once a week, and he usually got to lie with me about twice a calendar week. It didn't subject where we were, he'd either pull me ( or any of the early wives ) into a room or hall for a quick fuck, or he'd just walk up to one of us any prison term the crowd was hanging out and pull out his cock for a cock sucking. Given the alternate, none of the wives resisted or complained. Some of the guys really enjoyed watching Sammy get his stopcock sucked or when he fucked one of the wives. Sometimes they'd get so worked up, they'd have their own wives suck them off while they watched Sammy in action.

Eventually, it just became"normal"for Kurt and me….in fact we usually had pretty hot and crazy sex after each fourth dimension Sammy came by to fuck me. I thought it seemed odd, but the other work party phallus treated it like it was normal, too, and….as Kurt explained to me when this unit affair began….'them's the rules'.