Raped teenager

by Roberta Vickers

  She said, "How about some clothes? You ripped mine off."

  "Give her something. Dottie's got a spare set of jeans, I think. Take those."

  "The hell you say!" came the anguished cry. "I'm not givin' nothing to that cunt! Nothing except a slow death!"

  Dottie came into the camp, clutching her jeans to her body. Her work shirt was ripped and her panties were in tatters. Ivan hadn't been exactly easy with her.

  Karen felt no sympathy whatsoever. This was the woman who'd done her damnedest to humiliate her. She might have been off and away if it hadn't been for Dottie's intervention – and with that horrid gasoline can spout.

  "Do I have to strange the old broad or do I get the clothes?" Karen demanded boldly, her green eyes peering directly at Big Ed.

  He imperiously motioned to one of the gang to get the clothes.

  "You sonuvabitch!" Dottie screamed. "What're you doing, replacing me with her? That little piece of blonde ass? You like that better than me?"

  Big Ed leaned back against his motorcycle saying, "Well, now, that's a bit hard for me to say whether I like you better or not. I just finished fucking her while we went off the Launching Pad. My balls are real sore, after the cum she gave me. Can you match that?"

  "Off the Launching Pad?" Dottie mumbled. It was obvious she had no real desire to duplicate the feat.

  "SO why don't you close your mouth… around my cock and suck on it a while. I might decide to keep you if you give me some good head."

  "Nobody gives head better'n me, Big Ed."

  "That's right," came a voice from the back, "nobody can. Anyone, though, that's different!"

  Laughing produced a fresh burst of anger from the woman. Big Ed reached out and grabbed a handful of hair. Pulling her down to her knees, he said, "Suck."

  She got the message.

  Her hands reached out as if touching some religious artifact. She gently lifted his balls and cupped them in her hand, her mouth working closer and closer to his cock. Hot breath gusted trough the tangled forest of his bush. When she actually touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, an electric spark ran through his body.

  The galvanic jolt was apparent to all who were watching. A couple cheered. One said, "Go on and stuff it all the way in, Dottie. Your mouth is plenty big!"

  The woman turned to say something, but Big Ed's hand on her head prevented it. She went back to his groin, moving closer so that she could take the crown of his cock into her mouth. A rough, wet tongue lanced out and began a slow circuit around his glans.

  The saliva glistened in the hot sun, taking on an inner glow of its own. She sucked until her cheeks went hollow, then started eating him one inch at a time.

  The first inch took the purpled hood of his cock entirely into her mouth. She used her teeth to give him an added thrill. The hardness of her teeth contrasted delightfully with the soft wetness of her lips. And her tongue was never resting.

  Constantly moving, it stroked and caressed the sensitive underside of his prick until he was groaning. She sucked in another inch of his meaty prick and swirled her tongue all the way around it. Once she tried to cram her tongue down the tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his cock. She failed; she knew she would but trying was so much fun!

  The man looked down at the brown hair floating all over his crotch in wild disarray. The sight of his cock vanishing between her lips was enough to get him hot and ready to fuck. But the feel of her mouth all over the end of his prick was what really sent the sensual thrills of delight into his body. The way he was growing more and more rigid, he was sure he'd split a seam at any instant.

  That was the last thing he wanted to do.

  He had to constantly prove he was a better man than any of the others. Losing his position as leader was unthinkable. If he couldn't stand up to a little mouth love, he wasn't fit to lead. Using iron control, he kept back the flood of his cum.

  "That's the way, Dottie. Just keep sucking. You're doing good, real good."

  "Yeah, she's a first-class cocksucker!" someone roared. A meaty chunk followed and silenced the voice. The next thing Karen heard was the wet, squishy noises of a cunt being fucked. That was this biker gang's way of silencing outcries.

  If you couldn't knock their teeth out, fuck'em. Literally.

  She was fascinated watching the woman giving head to the leader of the gang. It was one thing to be involved in fellatio as a participant, something else to watch.

  It was a big turn-on for the teenager. She found herself getting hot as she watched one inch after another of the man's monstrous cock vanish into the woman's mouth. Her lips parted just enough to take in the cock. And the way her jaws were working, the blonde was certain the woman was using her tongue to good advantage up and down the buried length of cock.

  The man had reached down and put his hand on the back of the woman's head. With slow, hard pressure, he was guiding her in the rhythm he preferred.

  "Go, baby, go!" he urged her on.

  All the woman could do was mumble around a mouthful of hard, virile cock.

  "Yeah, that's the way I like it. Use your tongue, ummm, yeah, good, that's it! Goddamn, yeah!"

  Karen was getting hotter watching the mouth love. She turned and a couple behind her were fucking their brains out. That was where the obscene squishing noise was coming from. One of the gang had mounted up on his woman and was fucking her like a bitch. Both of them seemed to be working together.

  As her hips shot back, he drove forward – hard – with his. A huge red cock was vanishing between pinkly scalloped pussy lips with every stroke. They were fucking so hard, they were oblivious to everything around them.

  Karen realized this might be the time to get away. And then she quickly revised her plans. Running wouldn't do her any good if they decided to come after her. The choppers could go across the desert and catch up to her in a few minutes. And they wouldn't be around here screwing the rest of the day.

  Sooner or later, they would discover her missing.

  They might even kill her if they caught her. She'd seen how brutal they could be in the gentler things like lovemaking – the way they fucked, there was nothing gentle about it.

  Something else came into Karen's head. Nothing gentle about the fucking. She was sort of turned on by that thought. She didn't understand it. A thing which should have repulsed her was making her hot and itchy in the cunt.

  Maybe the roughness was what she really got off on. There was no doubt she'd enjoyed going off the top of the hill with Big Ed's cock crammed all the way up her cunt. The sudden weightless feeling and his cum were worth everything they'd done to her.

  She couldn't run; they'd catch her easily. Even more confusing to the teenager was the vague thought that she wanted to stay. These were crude, obscene, brutal people. They weren't her type at all.

  But she wanted Big Ed for her own.

  And she had to stand and watch Dottie sucking on his cock, the man obviously enjoying it.

  He was leaning back against his bike, legs spread so the woman could get her face down on his prick. From the sighs of pleasure he was making, there couldn't be any chance he wasn't getting off in a big way on having her mouth all over his cock.

  A full five inches of his cock was in her mouth now. The woman was having a harder time keeping her tongue in place. She cradled his cock as it entered her face. He hadn't gotten to the point yet where he wanted to really fuck her face – when he did, she would have to watch out. She didn't want to choke on that long, hard cock of his.

  The musky taste of his prick turned her inside out with desire. Her cunt was beginning to drool in spite of the number of times Ivan and Knuckles had screwed her.

  The cock in her mouth was tastier than anyone else's in the gang. And she appreciated it more than anyone else could.

  As her tongue was laying the underside of the cock and her fingers were gently pinching the tightly held sac containing his balls, she was suddenly knocked sprawling.

  Dottie came up,
not knowing what had happened. She hadn't hurt Big Ed. She knew what she could expect if she did that. Someone had actually shoved her away from her man's prick. She didn't like that – not at all.

  Green eyes glared down at the fallen woman. Karen told her in a voice as cold as a glacier, "Stay away from him. I got his cock this afternoon and I want it all the time. And no two-bit cunt like you is going to screw me out of it."

  "Wh-what? You?" Dottie would have laughed except for the rising surge of anger she felt. "I'll rip you apart with my bare hands. Big Ed's my exclusive property!"

  Karen had never been in a fight before. She used to watch wrestling on the television but she quickly found this wasn't like that at all. Dottie was all over her in a flash.

  Hands ripping, tearing at her eyes, pulling her hair, Karen was fighting for her life.

  "I'll rip those green eyes out of your head!" raged Dottie.

  Karen brought her knee up sharply and caught Dottie in the stomach. A dull whoosh of air signaled the breath momentarily leaving her lungs. The teenager didn't know exactly what to do. Everything became a blur as she let instinct carry her on the proper path.

  Hands grabbed a shoulder and pulled the woman's body down as a knee was coming up. A sick crunch and Dottie fell, the knee connecting soundly with her chin.

  "Hey, baby doll, you're a mean mother," admired Big Ed.

  "Yeah," she said, breathing hard, more from emotion that exertion. "All for you."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I want to suck you off. Don't I at least get the chance since we went off the Launching Pad together?"

  Big Ed smirked a little and looked at the small band of gathered bikers. He nodded slowly, reaching down and holding his cock out for her.

  "Yeah, I agree. Suck on it."

  And she did.

  Taking the man's prick, she began giving head. The very tip of his cock entered her perfect lips and she sipped sweetly at the fleshy rod. Just the glans slid into her mouth past her teeth. She scored the sides of his cock to let him know that there was firmness behind the softly yielding lips.

  The sudden feel of teeth on his prick made him come alive. Every nerve in his body was primed and ready. His entire groin tingled with the excitement of this oral love. He preferred fucking his women but having them sucking on his cock was okay, too. He didn't mind it at all as long as they were halfway good.

  The blonde wasn't halfway good – she was completely expert!

  The teeth on the sides of his heavy cock sent ripples of delight surging into his balls. Then wet, soft lips soothed the hurt. The contrast in sensations made him both hot and cold at the same time. The electric charge volting into his balls more than made up for the momentary break when he changed women.

  The teenager was reveling in her control over the biker leader. As long as she controlled him by sucking on his cock, he was all hers. He would do anything she wanted. He was her sex captive, her slave to command.

  To keep her slave properly under control, though, she would have to make sure he couldn't get any better head from the other women. She'd have to suck like she'd never sucked before in her short eighteen-year life.

  The purple glans of his cock throbbed with life as she pressed her tongue firmly against it. Her rough, pink tongue rolled all around the rim until he was moaning with delight. This was only one way she gauged how turned on he was getting.

  His pulse caused his cock to buck around like a stallion wanting to run. As his heart beat faster and faster, she knew it instantly. Her tongue stroked along the underside and felt the tremors of excitement ripple through his loins.

  Moving lower, she could press her tongue against the sac containing his balls. The lead-heavy jism inside was boiling and lurching with ill-concealed passion.

  Passion for her.

  She was giving him the best blow job he'd ever gotten – and they both knew it!

  When she captured most of his cock in her mouth, she shifted it to one side and let it rest against her cheek. In this position, she was better able to stimulate and caress with her tongue. Also, she could gently bite and gnaw on the rubbery length throbbing merrily in her mouth.

  The bitter little drop of pre-seminal fluid beading at the tip was just another indication of how close to blasting his scrumptious cum into her mouth he was. She doubled her efforts to get him off. She was getting to be a greedy bitch. Just sucking on a man's cock was no longer good enough – there had to be more, much more.

  Cum by the gallons was part of it. The musky, heavy male taste of an aroused cock was another. Burrowing her nose into his pubic hair and smelling the maleness was yet another thing sure to make her cunt begin to feel all weak and empty and watery.

  Most of all, the telephone-pole thick cock was the turn on. She loved it. Nothing in the world could be finer than when she pushed him to the brink of human endurance and he started fucking her face.

  His hips jerked back and forth, spastically moving. He wasn't controlling them; he was just coasting and enjoying the feelings building in his body. The wetness all along his cock was nice. The feel of her tongue laying his prick sent needle-sharp jabs of delight into his loins.

  When she started gnawing on the rubbery tip of his cock, that almost made him lose it. With iron control, he fought back the hot, rising tide of his jism.

  "Damn, baby doll, that's some mouth you got. Just like a fuckin' vacuum cleaner."

  "Ummmm," was the answer he got. With her mouth totally plugged with his cock, she couldn't answer. And neither of them really wanted her to let his prick slip out so she could reply. It was enough that they both knew what the other was experiencing.

  "Yeah, a Goddamn milking machine. Just like the time I plugged myself into a milking machine and thought it was, oh shit that's nice, thought it was going to pull my pecker off!"

  He looked down and all he could see was a sea of blonde hair covering his groin. He pushed back a few strands so he could watch his cock going between the ruby red lips. That added to his thrill. Seeing the lips puckered up into an "O" taking his meaty length, then giving it up before sucking him in again was fine – damned fine.

  His hips had begun twitching in response to the sucking. She was so good at giving head he barely noticed his iron control was slipping.

  As he jammed his hips forward a bit he realized he was losing control again. His hips begged to slam forward with all the force locked up in his pelvis and fuck her face.

  He wasn't ready for that – not yet.

  But soon, very soon, he would be.

  She was so busy licking and kissing his prick, she didn't notice the stiffening of his already steely cock, a sure sign his control was almost ready to break. She continued working her way back to his balls.

  Her tongue flashed out and lightly caressed the tight, hard sphere containing his nuts. The pressure cooker dangling under his cock was all set to blow and there was only one safety valve. The end of his cock provided the way out for the super-heated jism locked up in the boiler.

  The teenager was oblivious to what was going on around her. All she felt was the hand on the back of her head urging her to take more and more of his cock down her throat.

  "Go, baby, go! I want it all in! I want you to suck harder, damn you, harder!"

  She sucked harder.

  Her tongue spiraled and tumbled all around the rim of his acorn-like glans until he was no longer able to talk coherently. All that mattered to him was getting off.

  As his cock sank down her throat, she took him full length without choking. She'd learned much in her short stay in the biker camp. While no sword swallower, she was able to take his fleshy dagger without much trouble.

  And as she let it slip down her throat, he came. The first white, creamy geyser she took without even having to swallow. It shot down her throat. She backed off enough to smear the second spurt all over her tongue. That's where her tastebuds were and she was hungry for the taste of cum. Nothing less would satisfy the burning desires i
n her body. She sucked hard to get every precious droplet of his pearly jism.

  She succeeded.

  Happy, she leaned back on her haunches, his limp cock drooping and slipping out of her mouth.

  "Damn, but that was good! You're just about the best cocksucker around. Let's hear it for baby doll, the champion cocksucker of the Maniacs!"

  A few scattered cheers went up. The others were too busy fucking to even notice the main attraction was at aa end.

  "Come on up here, baby, and give me a great big kiss!"

  He pulled her to her feet and crushed her cum-drenched lips against his. His tongue invaded her mouth and began searching out every drop of his own cum she hadn't swallowed.

  Helping him along, she stroked her jizz-smeared tongue across his. The two of them were locked together at the mouth, exchanging their kiss for long minutes. The world might not have existed. All that mattered to the girl was the powerful embrace locking around her supple body.

  She was getting off on this more than she would have believed possible. Not trying to think it through, she just rode with the winds of change blowing through her brain. She was top-dog now. As long as she kept Big Ed happy, he'd do anything she wanted.

  Karen realized she had to do a hell of a lot to keep this sex-hungry animal content, but she was willing to pay the price. It was so simple. Just let him do whatever he wanted. She could do that because the return was so big.

  Power.

  It was a complete power trip. She controlled the one running the gang. She was the power behind the throne. And she was getting sexual kicks out of it, too.

  And if she got bored with Big Ed, there was always someone else around. Somehow, when she thought of the power she was building up, even the diseased Ivan didn't seem so bad. The picture of sucking his mottled cock made her a little sick at the stomach, but not like it once did. Not if she could keep the power she was building up that way.

  Power.

  Power through sex. She was becoming an expert at it. It wouldn't be long before they'd all be afraid of her. Look at what she'd done to Dottie. The woman was still unconscious on the ground. None of the others would try attacking her again – especially if Big Ed was there to back her up.