Devils Comfort MC: An Introduction to the Brothers of Devils Comfort MC Read online

  In my time in Washington, there have been few men. This is all due to one man. Dante 'Inferno' Page', the President of Devils Comfort MC.

  I have few regrets leaving Washington. This place is tinged with sadness for me. My best friend is no longer here, having died at the end of her first year at college. After losing Josie, I found it difficult to interact with my peers. Due to this, I no longer have anyone to confide in over my expectations and fears.

  When the position for School Councilor had become available at my previous High School, I had applied and being offered the job. Dad is pleased for me, as it means I am returning and he has missed me over the years.

  As I take my last look of the Washington sky line, I catch my reflection in the window. Will Inferno like what he sees? Critically, I let my eyes roam over my body. I am a little over five feet. A foot shorter than Inferno's own six. I haven't seen my natural hair color in ten or more years. The blond streaked with blue. My face is average, with deep green eyes and pale lips. A nose that is neither cute nor ugly. Just right for my face.

  Over the years, I never lost all of my baby fat. My stomach slightly curves out. My breast are high and firm, with coral nipples. This morning I went for my first vagina wax and I am bare there for the first time in a long time. My best features are my legs, which are shaped and toned from the walking that I do.

  In preparation for the long journey I have ahead of me, I climb into bed, letting my mind and memory drift to Inferno. I was a little over fourteen, when I first saw him. At twenty four, he was all bad biker. Dressed in his leather cut, jeans and black T-shirt. His hair swept back, away from his face. At six feet and well toned, he soon become my idol. Although he no longer lived at home, I'd watch out for him, when he came to see his parents or his son.

  It was not long before my infatuation changed to love. As I lay here, remembering Inferno, my body starts to hum with unsatisfied hunger. If he took me to bed, what would he do? What would he want? Where would he start. Closing my eyes, I begin to touch my nipples, pulling on them. Imagining Inferno is taking them into his mouth. His tongue playing with my nipples, sucking on them.

  Behind my closed eyelids, I see his body as he covers mine. His smooth chest, with their dark nipples puckering, crying out for my mouth. Before long I am moaning as the first stirring of my arousal begins at the base of my stomach, to tug lower, at my vagina. As I wet my fingers, sucking on them covering them in saliva. I imagine they are Inferno's cock. When my fingers are wet, I move them back to my nipples, playing with them again. This time, to tug on them harder, while I place my other hand on to my bare vagina. The skin, soft to the touch. As I rub my fingers, I slide them between the puffy lips, finding myself wet, spreading my legs. Now Inferno is between my legs, stoking me, soft at first. As I let Inferno take over the ministrations of my body, I stroke myself harder. The pulse, that is hidden in this area, is throbbing. When I find that sensitive spot, I rub and pull on it, moaning at the sensation I am giving herself,

  My fingers never go go any further. I have never put my fingers inside myself. Never touching the inside, neither has anyone else. That is for Inferno. At twenty four I am a virgin. I have never being tempted by another male. My virginity is Inferno's to take. I promised myself before turning sixteen, that I wanted Inferno to be the first.

  Returning to Comfort Springs is no fluke. I want Dante Page. If things work out for me, when I return, my virginity will no longer be a problem. Soon I will know what it is like to have a real man, to have his cock inside me. Deep, thrusting and hard, giving me a proper orgasm. Not the small shudders that are self induced.

  Although I have just pleasured myself, it is not enough to help me unwind. My mind is on overdrive, unsettled. Several time, during the night, I left my bed to pace the room. All the tricks I have being taught over the years to help sleep, have been unsuccessful. Tonight, sleep is proving to be elusive. With my head on the pillow, I gaze out of the window, watching the stars. Images of Inferno plaque me. Drifting, I let my imagination run. How will our first meeting pan out. Will he remember me. Will he want me as I want him. This time when he takes me to his bed, I wont be running. I am returning to Comfort Springs a grown woman and not the scared teenager I was when I had left, who had babysat his son.

  After a long, restless night, morning is here. As eager as I am to start my trip home. Both my body and mind are tiered from the lack of sleep. Ahead of me I have a long trip, one I plan to do in a short a time as possible.

  Linc and Cassie Davies

  Lincoln ‘Linc’ Davies, the Vice President of Devils Comfort is eager to see his wife, or as she is affectionately known by the MC, his old lady. He has been away from her for the last four days on Club business. Now he has returned, and the adrenaline is pumping through his body after the success of the ride. Although the ride back to Comfort Springs has eased some of the adrenaline, There is still tension, vibrating through his body. He is in need of a good fuck, to being him back down. With the combination of Cassie and the adrenaline, it was going to be long night.

  With the appearance of being at ease, as I stay at the main entrance for several moments. My eyes adjusting to the blue / gray haze of smoke, which has greeted me. A stark contrast to the night air outside. As I let my gaze linger round the room, I come across Cassie. She is sitting at one of the tables towards the rear of the room. A beer in front of her as she chats to an old lady.

  “Catch you guys later.” With a salute of my fingers I turn away from my brothers. Brothers by bond, not by blood, weaving my body through the crowds until I reach my baby.

  “Hello beautiful” I drawl in my Louisiana accent. My cock already pushing against the zipper of my jeans. Which by the end of the evening will more likely leave an impression on the flesh of my cock if I didn’t get some relief soon.

  “Hi lover” Cassie smiles back, as I pull a chair up next to her. Lifting her beer bottle to take a long swig of the cool amber liquid.

  “Hey get your own” Cassie jokes, making a grab for the bottle and placing her lips round the bottleneck. Lips that are lush and often find my cock in between. The day, Cassie walked into my studio, was the best day of my life.

  Walking into the reception area, it had not been long before my artistic eyes had spotted her as she browsed through the sketch books. My Marilyn Monroe was here. Without thinking, I headed straight over to her and I have never regretted that moment or our meeting.

  “Found what you’re looking for baby?”my voice has turned husky.

  At the sound of the deep gravel, Cassie had turned towards me. Her innocent hazel eyes alive with curiosity. That sweet nervous laugh, sending a shot of sexual awareness through my body. The tip of her tongue, between her wet lips had sent me hard, fast.

  “Not yet, I’m having difficulty choosing which one to go for.” Without hesitation, I take hold of her hand.

  “I know what you need and just where to put it.”

  Cassie nervously examined the studio as she waited by the door. Her eyes never leaving the tattoo kit laid out on the stainless steel trolley.

  “Remove the jeans” fuck, just thinking of my Marilyn naked is enough to make me harder than any piece of pussy that is available at the clubhouse.

  “What!” her squeal vibrating round the room.

  Laughing softly, as I sit in the tattoo chair. My hand adjusting my cock, before selecting and picking up the tattoo needle and gun that I require. “I’m going to put the tattoo on your thigh, so you need to remove them,” I state, pointing towards her legs, with a tilt of my head. Grateful for the delay, while I steadied my hands. Hands that are shaking with the anticipation of touching her soft skin. Fuck, I'm about to come in my pants.

  “Oh, OK” soon the curvy creature stood in front of me. Her legs naked, in her pink T-shirt and yellow panties. I am going to have a cardiac arrest shortly, from thinking of my goddess, with her perfect hourglass figure. The curly toffee brown hair, reaching her shoulder blades and the whitest skin,
begging for his touch. The vision of her before me, has me swallowing the saliva that is gathering at the back of my throat. Without much success, I try to make myself comfortable. Indicating I am ready for her as I patted the work couch,

  “Lie on your back baby.” Fuck, I want to say those words for a different kind of action.

  When Cassie is in position, I lean in to her, placing my hand on her thigh. Touching the soft flesh. Beneath my hand a quiver, runs through Cassie's body. Sexual awareness floods my veins. With the knowledge that I am not the only one affected. I spread her legs apart, stretching the skin at the top of her inner thigh, making it taunt. “Don’t move,” I growl, unable to hide my response to her semi naked body as I begin on the ink. It is simple, straight to the point ‘Linc’s” I have marked her as mine forever.

  Within twenty-four hours, we found ourselves in Reno, married. From that day, I have never regretted the decision. With each day I love her more.

  “Dance with me?” I ask, returning to the present.

  Smiling, Cassie accepts. Tonight she is wearing black leather leggings and an oversize T-shirt. The material hangs off on one side of her shoulder, exposing naked flesh to my gaze. With the knee length boots and her hair tied back, my baby is hot and pure sex.

  In the background the retro jukebox is playing Stereophonic, ‘It Means Nothing’ Holding her close to insert my leg between hers. Rubbing my cock against her pussy. There is no misunderstanding between us, as I silently let her know, what her body is doing to mine. In response, Cassie leans her body against mine. Rubbing her tits against my chest as her arms coil round my neck. Bringing her closer to me, I cup her ass with my hands, as we sway to the music, tilting my head to bring our lips together. The kiss is long and slow as I savor her taste. Long before I am ready, the song is over. I need the touch of my baby. The need to be inside her body is far to great and I have neither the desire nor want to take her home.

  Maneuvering us towards the stairs, Cassie follows me willingly to one of the vacant rooms. Upon entering the room I switch on the lamps. The ambiance of the room, from the soft lighting gives the room a warm glow. Selecting a CD, soon the room has become filled with the sound of Louis Armstrong.

  I enjoy making love to my woman to the sound of slow jazz. For me, it sets the pace for the kind of loving my woman is going to receive.

  While Cassie in the middle of the room, I lean into her. To kiss her on the forehead, then her nose finally reaching her mouth. A mouth she opens willingly, accepting mine. It is not long before our tongues are dancing, her fingers stroking my shaved head. Trailing my mouth down to her exposed shoulder. To place kisses on the flesh, my hands seek the edge of the T-shirt, crawling underneath, making their way to her breast, to cup them. To fondle the nipples, which are now hard with her arousal.

  “Linc.”

  “Yeah baby?”

  “Love me.”

  “Always.”

  As I remove her T-shirt, I gaze adoringly at her breasts. Mesmerized as they heave up and down. Her nipples begging for my touch. Cassie’s breathing has become heavier. To ease the ache I know she is in, I kiss her breasts. While I place my hands lightly on her hips, Cassie's hands find their way to my shoulders. Kneeling before her, I press my nose against her stomach. In this position I am aware of the quiver that passes through her body. As I take a take a deep breath, the smell of her arousal assaults my senses.

  “You wet for me baby?”

  “Always,” she whispers back.

  I want my baby naked and I want her underneath me. Slowly I tease Cassie. To kiss her bare legs as I expose the flesh. Stopping to remove the leggings when they reach the top of her boots. My girl has being naughty, she is not wearing panties. On the seam of her leggings is prove that she is not unaffected. The wet spot is all the evidence I require. Proof that she’s hot for me as I am for her. For better access, to her pussy, I kneel back, resting on my toes. Spreading her legs as far a part as they will go. Like a moth is drawn to fire, I am drawn to the marking on my baby's leg. My tongue, runs over the word ‘Linc’s’ gently. Then the licks change to a soft suck, highlighting the mark that has started to fade.

  “Linc” she whispers again into the room, her hands, once more gripping my head.

  Testing to see how wet she is, I insert my finger between her pussy lips, swiping the moisture which has gathered there. When I remove my finger, I find it is covered in her sweet cream. I raise the finger to my mouth, to taste her. Savoring the taste as if she is the finest whiskey in the world. The taste of her musk is my nectar of choice. Almost immediately, my tongue is in between her legs. Stroking her, licking her. As I find her clit I begin to suck on the pulsing nub. Latching on to it with my teeth, to give a gently tug. Feeling the flesh as it swells up in my mouth.

  “Linc!” her voice is heavy with arousal as it becomes louder. Her body leaning into mine for support.

  Reluctantly, I move away from Cassie's body to remove her remaining clothing. Now I have her standing naked before me. Carrying her over to the bed, to lay her down, covering her body with mine. To bring my lips back to hers, stealing a deep kiss. My cock is hard and throbbing, demanding attention as it rubs against the seam of my jeans. Cassie bends her legs as she raises her hips to meet mine. Her hands sliding under the T-shirt in her quest to remove it. My hands reach between our bodies, to the button and zip, to free my cock. Shrugging out of the jeans, I kick off the boots at the same time. The sound of boots landing on the floor, cause Cassie to giggle. Biting her gently on the neck is my punishment for her, causing her to groan. Her hands are on my cock, stroking it softly. Cassie knows how to turn me on and soon my groans are joining hers. Not to be outdone, I return my fingers to Cassie’s pussy and start to stroke between her lips again. Her body is letting me know she is ready, as her cream gathers inside her.

  “You like baby?” I whisper, when I finally finds my breath.

  “Yes.” her gasp sending a shiver down my spine.

  Wanting his baby nice and wet before I take her, I insert two fingers into her tight pussy. Even after all this time she’s still tight for me. My cock is wide and long, and if I don't prepare Cassie, it can be uncomfortable. Cassie always takes my cock in to her. Enjoying the feel of the tight fit of my cock inside her. As my fingers plunge into her, locating her sweet spot to press on it, her legs gripping me tight round my waist as her climax starts to build up.

  “You want me inside you?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

  “Yes.”

  “Want do you want inside you?”

  “Your cock, so that I can cum all over it.”

  Oh yeah, Linc loves his baby’s cream on his cock, mixing with his own cum. The first time I had gone bareback with Cassie, I had cum so hard and so fast, it had been bliss.

  “Do it baby, put me inside you and let me feel your body as you find your pleasure.”

  No sooner are the words out of my mouth, she has taken my cock inside her, guiding me. Showing me what tempo she wants. Tonight it is nice and slow. Each thrust delicious in her pussy. Her pussy walls gripping my cock, never wanting to let it go. For a long time, I thrust into her, slow and long, pulling out, then returning. With each thrust Cassie's fingers dig into my back, drawing small drops of blood, as she holds off her orgasm.

  “Oh yeah baby that’s it, cum for me.” Linc rumbles, his own release immanent. His cum fills her pussy as he kisses Cassie deep. Their tongues swirling.

  “LINC!” Cassie screams just before her body convulses around his.

  Not wanting to pull out of her, I rest for a moment or two before withdrawing. Holding her close as I take her face between my large hands and kiss her softly on the mouth.

  “I love you.”

  Returning Linc’s kiss to his shoulder “Love you to Linc, so much”

  Lying beside Cassie, I stroke her stomach. Wondering and hoping that this time we have accomplished it. This time we have created the baby that we both want. Closing my eyes, I see a miniatu
re Cassie to spoil. She is small, tiny and chubby, with toffee curly hair, wild as she runs. Laughing with mischief, playing with Walter, the family dog. Laughing to himself, as he unconsciously pulls Cassie closer into his body.