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About six years ago I met the guy who would become my husband at a gang bar, so I wasn’t surprised that he was in a gang. He had plenty of tattoos and a full, tight beard that made him look tough and intriguing….I got wet just looking at him. I always lived on the fringes of gangs and tough neighborhoods, anyway, so I was usually pretty comfortable with their personalities, customs and rules. After I got married to Kurt, I found out there are a lot more rules, and even some that apply to the wives of gang members.
The entire gang was at our wedding and reception. The day was going beautifully….after a sweet ceremony we headed to a party venue for the reception. About 3 hours into the reception, everyone was dancing to the heavy metal rock music and eating the catered food, when I realized I desperately needed a bathroom break. I told my Kurt (my new husband) that I was heading to the ladies’ room, and gave him a quick kiss before I left the main room and headed down a hall to the toilets. After finishing up, I opened the door 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 arms around me and gave me a big, tongue-filled kiss. As he continued to kiss me, he held me tight with his left arm around my waist, while he slipped his right hand into the top of my wedding dress and began squeezing my right tit.
I pushed away from him the best I could, although he still had a tight grip on my waist, so I wasn’t going anywhere…..”What the fuck, Sammy? I just got married. Hell, we’re still at the reception!!”
“I know, Sara….that’s one of our gang rules. The leader gets to fuck every new bride at their reception. It’s been a tradition since the beginning of the gang, so it ain’t about to change 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 boobs. 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 bounced around as I continued my futile attempt to stop him.
“Sammy, stop it. I can’t believe this is a real tradition,” I squealed.
“Well, 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 squeeze and pinch both of my tits with his right hand, as he moved his left hand to the front of my dress…pulling the material up until he could slip his hand underneath and stroke my pussy through my panties.
He locked onto my lips again in a harsh, tongue-filled kiss, while his right hand pulled my panties aside and he slid 2 fingers into my cunt. He started sliding his fingers into and out of my pussy, using his thumb to flick my clitoris, and in a bit of a surprise I found myself getting wet from all the stimulation.
I pulled away from his kiss and said, “What the fuck, Sammy? This can’t be happening. What about Kurt?”
“It’s happening, girl, so get used to it…..I’m guessing there are other rules 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 hands on the wall for support, and felt Sammy pull the material of my wedding dress up until it was piled on my lower back. He reached between my legs and pulled my panties down to my knees, then kicked my legs wide and lined the head of his cock up with my pussy. 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 my now drenched cunt. I could feel his nut sack slapping against my clitoris with each thrust, causing me to emit tiny muffled squeals as he continued to pound me from behind.
He reached around and grabbed my swinging tits, slapping and squeezing them, and pinching my, now, fully erect nipples. Suddenly, a totally unexpected warm, tingly orgasm swept through me, making my legs tremble and my body shake. I held myself up on the wall with eyes closed and legs spread wide, as my climax washed over me…..and Sammy kept blasting my pussy 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 hips, as he picked up the pace and appeared to be close to a climax. All of sudden, he spun me around and pushed me to my knees, as he grabbed his cock with one hand and the back of my head with the other. He shoved the head of his shaft into my mouth just as he exploded, sending streams of cum down my throat. I had no choice….I swallowed all of it, then sucked and stroked his prick as cum continued to pour into bursa escort my mouth. He kept sliding his dick back and forth in my mouth until he finished cumming, then slowly pulled it out, leaving it dangling in front of my face as he stood there catching his breath.
With a shit-eating grin he said, “Go ahead and kiss it, Sara. Then put it away….for now.”
I gave the tip of his flaccid cock a quick peck, then tucked it into his jeans and zipped him up, saying “Fuck, Sammy – now I need to clean up again before I can go back to the reception.”
“Sure…go ahead. I’ll tell Kurt you’ve done your gang wife duty, 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 someone told me about this”, I muttered.
As I pulled the top of my dress over my swaying boobs, and pushed my dress material back around my legs, then turned to go back into the restroom to clean up, I heard Sammy say, “Welcome to the gang, Sara. I guess you’ll find out about the other gang wife rules 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 fuck, Kurt?? Sammy just fucked me in the hallway by the restroom! He said it was a gang tradition, or wife rule, or something fucked up like that. What the fuck is going on?”
Looking sheepish and uncomfortable, Kurt said, “Yeah, I know. That happens whenever a gang member gets married. Sammy gets to fuck them at the reception.”
“Holy fuck, Kurt…you couldn’t tell me this before now??”
“Sorry, Sara. But every gang wife goes through it, so you’re not alone.” (Like THAT makes a difference.)
I shook my head and said, “So, what was Sammy talking about when he said there were more gang 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 fuck any gang wife any time he wants. If they resist, then Rusty and Paco hold them down and Sammy fucks them anyway….then Rusty and Paco each get a turn. If they go along, then it’s just Sammy.”
“Holy, holy, holy fuck, Kurt. When the hell were you gonna tell me about this?”
I sat there grumbling about this situation for another 10 minutes, then – with herculean effort – shifted into party mode and enjoyed the rest of reception. I had no idea what was in store for me, but at least I knew it was coming….or ‘cumming’….as the case may be.
It started the next week when Kurt and I were at the gang’s main hang-out, watching a sporting event on the gang’s huge TV. Sammy, Rusty, and Paco were all there, along with about 20 other gang members and their wives. At half-time of the game, Sammy got up from his chair and walked over to Darlene, the wife of another gang member, who was sitting at the end of a sofa next to her husband. Standing right next to the arm of the sofa, Sammy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was semi-hard, bending down slightly, as it dangled between his legs, swaying back and forth. He leaned forward and nudged Darlene’s cheek 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 face, she whined, “C’mon, Sammy, not today, okay? You fucked me last night, for fuck sake. Give me a break.”
“You know how this works, Darlene…open up,” Sammy said as he kept nudging her mouth with the 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 mouth, rocking her head back and forth as she sucked and stroked Sammy’s stiffening rod. She used her free hand to reach into Sammy’s jeans and pull out his ball sack, fondling and massaging it, as she continued to use her mouth on his dick. Sammy stood there with his hands on his hips and his head thrown back….most of the other members ignored Darlene’s blowjob, but some sat transfixed…watching her head slide back and forth on Sammy’s shaft, using her hand and tongue on the tip of his cock to help encourage a quick climax.
It seemed to work, because in just a few minutes, Sammy let out a grunt and shoved his hips forward into Darlene’s face, pushing the head of his shaft deep into her throat, as a load of cum exploded from his prick. Darlene continued rocking her head back and forth as Sammy emptied his balls into her mouth, swallowing his entire load until he finally finished cumming. Sammy slowly pulled his still hard cock from her mouth, stroked out a few last drops of cum onto her tongue, then tapped the head of his shaft 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 pants – he leaned over and slipped a hand into görükle escort Darlene’s shirt, squeezing both tits for a few seconds before standing back up and saying with a shitty grin, “Nice job, Darlene. You’re definitely one of my favorites.”
I glanced at Kurt as we watched Darlene finish 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 days 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, perfect timing….I’ll join 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 groin with one hand, while the other hand moved up to my breasts and started squeezing my tits through my t-shirt. I continued placing food onto the plates in front of me while Sammy went further, slipping his hands under my shirt and playing with my boobs and nipples.
I said, “C’mon, Sammy, let me get the food on the table, for fuck sake.”
With a final pinch of my nipples, he pulled his hands out from under my shirt and said, “No problema, Sara. Let’s eat!”
The 3 of us sat at our little 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 hand, pulling it over to his lap. He said, “No need to stop eating, Sara, but go ahead and pull out my cock and stroke it while we eat.” I shook my head in disbelief, but – knowing “the rules” – I unzipped his jeans, reached inside for his prick, then pulled it out and began slowly sliding my hand up and down the shaft while we continued eating. It was already semi-hard, and was getting harder as I stroked it. I was again impressed with the size….long and thick….and it actually felt good in my hand. Kurt had a nice sized cock, too – no complaints – but it wasn’t quite this big. I thought to myself, ‘Hell, if I’m forced to fuck the gang leader, at least it helps that he has a nice cock.’ I glanced over at Kurt as this thought went through my mind, and he was laughing, eating pasta, and enjoying a casual conversation with Sammy……almost as if my hand wasn’t jerking off his leader under the table right in front of him.
As I continued pumping Sammy’s stiffening rod, I focused on the head sometimes, which Sammy seemed to like, because he’d take a small break from talking with Kurt every time I did it, moaning for a few seconds before continuing their conversation. At one point during the meal, Sammy had reached over and pulled my t-shirt up, so that my boobs swung freely in front of me, and he began massaging them and tweaking my nipples as he continued chatting with Kurt and eating his pasta. Kurt never blinked an eye. Every once in a while I’d catch him eyeing my swaying boobs, as Sammy squeezed and pinched them. Other than that, the two of them just ate, talked, and laughed as I continued using one hand to pump Sammy’s dick under the table, while I ate my pasta with the other.
By the time our plates were empty, Sammy’s cock was rock hard and fully erect. I let it go as I got up to remove the plates and serving platter from the table, taking them to the kitchen with my t-shirt still pushed up to my chin, and my naked tits 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 next to the dining table, slowly stroking his raging hard-on.
“That was an amazing meal, Sara. It was just about perfect. C’mon over here…..now, it’s time for dessert.”
Dismissing the horrible cliché, I went over to where he stood by the table, 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 shorts and pulled them down to my ankles, 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 legs and spread them apart by putting his arms under each knee. He lined up the head of his prick with my pussy and shoved his hips forward, ramming his cock deep into my cunt. I was surprised to find I was already wet, and his entire shaft slid in easily. He began slamming his dick in and out of me in earnest, causing me to grunt with the force of each thrust 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 suck one nipple into his mouth, then the other. He was using his teeth to gently bite and nibble on my nipples, which had them fully erect and tingling from escort bayan the attention. He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and harder between my legs. With his cock hitting all the right spots inside me, and the attention he was giving my tits, it wasn’t long before I let out a low wail as a climax coursed through my body. I wrapped my legs 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 legs still wrapped around his ass, and his cock still deep inside my cunt. I grabbed behind his neck with both hands while he held me up and thrust his hips into me, pumping his dick deep 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 engorged prick out of my pussy, turned me around and bent me over the dining table, then slammed his cock back into me from behind, almost in a single motion. Holding my hips with both hands, Sammy pounded away at my cunt as I bent over the table with my boobs squashed beneath me. It didn’t take long before I heard Sammy let out a grunt and felt him thrust his hips forward, shoving his prick as far as it would go inside me. I could even feel the force of his cum blast as he erupted deep inside my cunt. He continued sliding his shaft 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 table as jizzm leaked out of my vagina, dripping on the floor between my spread legs.
Sammy slapped my naked ass with his softening prick a few times, then tucked it back into his pants, zipped up and said, “That was amazing, Sara. You definitely know how to entertain guests.”
I mumbled something in response, but wasn’t really paying attention. I just lay there on the table, with my shirt up to my chin, my boobs squashed beneath, my legs spread and my naked pussy dripping cum onto the floor. Sammy went over and did some kind of a gang handshake with Kurt, then let himself out the front door.
No sooner had Sammy left, than I felt 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 erect cock into my used pussy. Apparently watching me get pounded by Sammy had given Kurt a hard-on that needed immediate relief. As I lay there, bent over the table, Kurt moved in between my spread legs and began slamming his prick in and out of my pussy. He held my hip with his left hand, and slipped the other one around in front to tweak my clit while he fucked me from behind. I was still wet from fucking Sammy, and Kurt’s cock felt fantastic moving in and out of my drenched cunt. With his fingers rubbing my clit while he fucked me, and his shaft hitting all the right spots inside my pussy, 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 breath away and making my legs tremble.
Kurt kept pounding away, and a few minutes later he growled, grabbed my hips with both hands, and slammed his prick hard into my cunt, shooting rope after rope of cum deep inside me. He kept sliding his dick in and out of me as he continued blasting my pussy with more semen, forcing his load to leak out from the sides of his shaft, and drip 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 prick out of my pussy, helped me up from the table, walked me into the shower where we got cleaned up, then we both went back into the living room to watch TV.
Before I settled in to watch a movie with Kurt, I went out to the dining room and cleaned up the mess on the floor, wondering how often this was going to happen in my newly married gang life.
As it turned out, it tended to happen about three times a week. Sammy had his pick of wives, and he definitely had his favorites, but between club activities, normal socializing with the gang, biker trips, and stopping by the house….Sammy managed to get a blowjob from me at least once a week, and he usually got to fuck me about twice a week. It didn’t matter where we were, he’d either pull me (or any of the other wives) into a room or hallway for a quick fuck, or he’d just walk up to one of us any time the gang was hanging out and pull out his cock for a blowjob. Given the alternative, none of the wives resisted or complained. Some of the guys really enjoyed watching Sammy get his cock 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 time Sammy came by to fuck me. I thought it seemed odd, but the other gang members treated it like it was normal, too, and….as Kurt explained to me when this whole thing began….’them’s the rules’.
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