My boyfriend took me on a camping trip the summer before school started. We went to California for a week to a campground his parents used to take him to when he was younger. The camp was split between RVs and tent campers, and the tent campers were pushed to the back of the more remote site—lots of trees, bushes, and overgrowth. We chose a campsite close to the RV site so we had a more open area.
It was a lovely, warm, sunny day, and after we set up our tent and got our site set up, I decided to go and get supplies at the store the campsite had listed on their website. Mark told me to take the car, but I decided to walk instead on such a nice day. As it turned out, the store was a longer walk from our site than I thought, and after purchasing two big bags of food, I started my trudge back to our campsite. I grew tired after a few minutes and stopped to rest when I heard the roar of a motorcycle engine behind me.
I turned to see a bicker driving down the road towards me, and he slowed down when he approached me. He stopped, looking me over. I was tall, around five feet eleven, but very thin, only weighing in at one hundred-fifteen pounds. I dressed in Daisy Duke shorts which showed off my million-dollar legs, and a white tube top, not having much in the boob department; I didn't wear bras. After he got an eye full, he smiled at me. Behind his unkempt appearance, he was handsome and very muscular.
"Hello, that's a heavy load you've got there, miss," he stated.
"Yeah, I should have taken our car. I didn't know it would be this far to the store," I laughed.
"Are you here with girlfriends?" He asked.
"No, with my boyfriend," I answered.
"Oh, that sounds like fun," He replied, smiling.
"Yeah, my boyfriend will be mad he didn't go to the store. He loves motorcycles. He always says he wishes he was in a motorcycle club," I told him.
"Oh, well, we're always looking for new members. What kind of bike does he ride?" the man asked.
"Haha, he doesn't own one. I think it's just a dream of his," I replied.
"Oh, I see," He smiled.
"Well, I'd better get back to our campsite," I announced.
"Well, hop on my bike, and I'll give you a lift back to your campsite," He said.
"No, I probably shouldn't," I said nervously.
"It's a long way back. I'm happy to give you a ride," He said, smiling.
I stood there, not knowing what to do or say. It was a long way back to the campsite, and the bags were heavy.
"Look, I can show him my chopper when we get there. He can't be mad at you after that," He said happily.
"Yeah, I don't know," I hesitated.
"Come on, it's just a ride on a motorcycle," he pressed.
I considered a million reasons not to take a ride from him, but the weight of my bags was foremost in my mind.
"Just a ride to my campsite?" I asked nervously.
"I promise you'll return to your campsite," He laughed.
I thought that was a funny way to answer my question, but I didn't dwell on it.
"OK," I answered.
"Great, hand me your bags and hop on the back," he smiled.
I handed him my bags, and he put them on the gas tank, and I climbed on behind him. I put my hands on his waist, and we roared down the path.
"I'm at the end of this road," I alerted him.
"OK, I just have to make a quick stop first," he replied.
"NO, please, you said you'd take me back to my campsite," I cried.
"And I will, after we stop at my campsite first," he replied.
At this point, I was alarmed and feared for my safety. We left the main path and drove down an unused trail. We went through a grove of trees and stopped on the other side. A dozen motorcycles and a group of men were sitting around a campfire, drinking beer and being very loud. We pulled up to the campfire and stopped. A tall, muscular man with an eye patch got up and walked over to us.
"Well, Rookie, what have you brought us," he said smiling,?"
"Well, Hawkeye, I'm giving this young lady a ride to her campsite with her heavy bags when I had to piss," he said smiling.
"Wonderful. What's in your bags, sweetie," Hawkeye asked.
"Groceries for me and my boyfriend, please take me back," I demanded.
"Sure, sure, sure, all in good time, cupcake," he growled.
Rookie got off the bike, lifted me off, and set me down in front of Hawkeye.
"I have to pee, babe, be right back. He smiled, then walked off.
The group of men surrounded me. As I looked around, they looked like a scary bunch. They all wore biker vests and looked like they hadn't bathed in weeks.
"So, what's your name, pumpkin? How old are you?" he asked, eyeing me up and down.
"Take me back right now," I stomped my feet.
"We'll take you back to your boyfriend if you make nice. Now answer my question< "he snarled.
What do you mean, make nice? My name is Becca, and that's all I'm saying," I fumed.
"Ok, OK," he exclaimed, smiling.
"Boy, she's as beautiful a girl as we've had, and she's not jailbait," Hawkeye howled.
The men roared with laughter at his comments. I was petrified now, and I feared I would get fucked by this group of men.
"If you touch me, I'll call the police, I swear," I cried, tears welling up.
"Now, Becca, that's not playing nice. You want to return to your campsite and your boyfriend, right?" Hawkeye asked, feeling my hair.
"Please don't touch me. I'm begging you, please let me go," I sobbed.
"Now, now, it will be fine. It's part of Rookie's initiation, and you want him to make the club, don't you, Becca," Hawkeye asked nicely.
"Yes, but I don't want to be part of his initiation," I wailed.
"Well, the sooner you do it, the sooner you go home," He stated.
I kicked and screamed as they dragged me over to Rookie's motorcycle, which they’d moved into the shade of a grove of trees. They had strapped a horse saddle to the gas tank. They held my arms as the men gathered around, all rubbing their crotches. Then they released my arms.
"OK, Becca, take off your clothes," Hawkyey ordered.
I froze, holding my hands over my face as I cried. My body shook as I cried, and I just froze and stood there. I heard Hawkeye,
"Come on, babe, take 'em off, or we'll do it, and we won't be nice and gentle with you afterward,"
Slowly I dropped my hands and looked to the sky, praying for a rescuer to come and get me. I Grabbed my tube top, pulled it over my head, and hung it on the handlebars. I unbuttoned my Daisy Dukes and wiggled them over my hips. I reached inside the waistband of my panties and dropped them to my ankles. When I stepped out of them, the men let out a roar as they looked at my bald pussy.
"I'll take those panties, Becca. Those are a souvenir for Rookie. You're the first hog he's brought back and a beautiful one," I handed my panties to Hawkeye. I held my arms close to my breast.
“Ok, Becca, put a foot on the foot pegs and lay over the saddle,” Hawkeye ordered.
I stepped up to the motorcycle and laid over it, my ass was in the air, and my hands fell over the other side to the ground.
“Good, now grab the foot pegs and push your body up,” He instructed.
I was in the perfect position to take cocks on both ends. My face was next to a man’s crotch, and he dropped his pants, and his fat hard cock sprung forward.
“Suck it,” the man ordered.
I took his cock in my mouth, and my head bobbed on it to the delight of the gang.
I was so ashamed that my pussy was dripping wet in anticipation of getting cock. My mind, on the other hand, was dreading what was about to happen. Hawkeye walked in front of me, and I gasped. His cock was enormous and standing straight up. It was fat and veiny, and a huge sack of balls hung between his knees. It almost didn't look real. He walked behind me. Hawkeye lined his cock up to my pussy and jammed it inside.
“Umm, umm,” I protested the invasion.
My body rocked back and forth on the motorcycle as Hawkeye drove his cock into me, and I squirmed, trying to make fit in my tiny pussy. He fucked me unmercifully, and I moaned for him to stop. Hawkeye fucked me senselessly before he grunted and shot his foul seed deep into my snatch. The man I was sucking came into my mouth with a loud announcement.
“Oh, oh, fuck, she’s swallowing it,” He moaned.
"Man, this bitch is sopping wet. Her pussy juice is dripping on the ground. She wants it," Hawkeye told his men. With that, another man rammed his cock into my pussy, and I screamed as It tried to accommodate his tool as he began to fuck me.
“Oh, Oh fuck,” I cried,
I could feel a stirring in my loins as I fucked and sucked. I was about to have a colossal orgasm, one that would dismiss any idea I wasn't enjoying servicing the biker group. My pussy was on fire after being violated, but I wanted all of his cock. The biker gave me what I wanted, driving his hard cock deeper into my struggling fuck hole,
"Um, Um, Um," I moaned loudly as he pushed his cock harder into me.
I could feel my cervix opening slowly, getting ready to allow his cock entry into my womb. And then it opened, and his last three inches sank into my belly. And through the pain, my orgasm struck, my eyes rolled back in my head, and my hands pounded the saddle as my body shook, and I came.
"Um, um, um," I moaned loudly.
"Jesus, she's losing her shit," someone stated.
My orgasm pushed the man fucking me over the edge, and his cock exploded into my womb. His cock throbbed inside me. I imagined my egg being splattered with his sperm. The man fucking my mouth erupted. Seeing what was taking place,
"Oh fucking hell," He cried.
I struggled to swallow his foul seed, which dripped from the corners of my mouth. Both men pulled their limp cocks from my body and stepped back to admire their work.
"OK, boy's, who's next?" Hawkeye asked the group calmly.
Two men stepped up, and my mouth and pussy were quickly filled, and my body danced back and forth as they split roast me. It felt good to have a more manageable cocks in my pussy, and my body responded to it.
"Um, Um, Um," I moaned in pleasure.
As the morning progressed, my mouth, pussy, and ass were used by the bikers till they had their fill of me. Cum poured from my ass and pussy, and uneaten sperm ran down my cheeks. I was helped off the saddle but needed assistance standing for a few minutes. They handed me my clothes as the men returned to the fire pit and their coolers of beers. I dressed quickly,
"Please take me back to my campsite. You got what you wanted," I cried.
"Rookie, take our guest back to her camp. Her bags are in the coolers," Hawkeye ordered.
Rookie took the cum soaked saddle of his motorcycle and grabbed my bags, hopping on his bike.
"Come on, Becca, I told you I'd take you home," Rookie said smiling.
I gave him a death stare and climbed on the bike. The bike roared as we took off, and the men all waved goodbye. We arrived at our camp, as Daniel slept in a lawn chair. He was startled awake when we roared into camp.
"Hey, what's up," Daniel said, getting to his feet.
"Hey man, just giving your lady a ride back from the store," he said, getting off his bike.
"Oh, thanks, man, that's a great-looking bike," Daniel gushed.
"Oh, thanks, man. Becca said you're looking to join a club. We're taking new members if you're interested," Rookie told him.
That would be awesome, but I don't have a bike yet," Daniel replied disappointedly.
"Well, you can be an associate member until you get one," Rookie replied, smiling at me.
"Alright, what do I have to do," Daniel said excitedly.
"Well, hop on my bike, and I'll take you to camp. Our leader can fill you in on the requirements," the Rookie told him.
"OK, cool," Daniel answered.
I got off the bike, the crotch of my shorts cum soaked, and noticed a wet spot where I had been sitting. I walked away and put the groceries away, then grabbed a towel and prepared to hit the showers and figure out a way to tell Daniel what happened that wouldn't get him killed. Daniel and Rookie must have noticed the wet spot on the seat because I heard Rookie say.
"See, man, Becca got hot riding on a hog; just wait til you get one," Rookie laughed.
"Yeah, she's hot and horny enough already," Daniel laughed in reply.
"Yes, she is," Rookie replied.
Daniel didn't reply to Rookie's comment, but I shot him a dirty look as the two men drove away.
I walked to the showers and soaked myself under warm water, trying to wash the sex of twelve men off me. I dried off and put on a long nightshirt that came down to my mid-thigh. I wore nothing else. I grabbed a wine cooler, sat in a lawn chair airing out my sore pussy and ass, and tried to figure out how to tell Daniel that the biker gang fucked me. Daniel was gone for almost four hours, and I had fallen asleep.
I was awoken by Rookie's bike roaring into camp, Daniel hopping off the bike and falling flat on his ass drunk.
"Alright, Daniel and Becca. I'll see you tomorrow," he announced as he drove off.
Daniel managed to get to his feet but stumbled around, trying to stay on his feet.
"Becca, this is going to be awesome. We're getting initiated tomorrow," Daniel slurred.
"Daniel, you're hammered. What do you mean we are getting initiated?" I asked.
"I have to lay down, we'll talk later," He said as he fell into the tent.