A voice from behind said, "So what the fuck about me? You were getting two for the price of one," complained Knuckles.
"You're not so bad, either, Knuckles," she admitted. "But nothing like Big Ed."
Before the man could say anything further, Big Ed spoke, saying, "She oughta know, Knuckles. She likes me better. So why don't you fetch off for a while and let me and my old lady just soak up a little sun."
"Uh, yeah, sure thing, Big Ed."
Karen heard footsteps going away. She didn't bother looking up. She was already opening Big Ed's denim jacket and sucking on his nipples. The hair on his chest provided an inviting target for her tongue. She spun the hair around in wet little circles until she was able to raise spires of damp chest hair.
And then she went down on him. His cock was still limp but it was tasty with cum and her own cunt juices. By the time he was rigid again, she knew she was the one in control, not Big Ed.
CHAPTER NINE
His cock quivered in anticipation in her mouth. She used her tongue to tease his prick. She let it rest lightly against his rough, cradling tongue as she hotly breathed on his balls.
The heat further sensitized his already primed balls. He moaned and tried to grab her hair and force her face down around his prick. He wanted to face-fuck her again.
She didn't let him.
That would have been too easy – and his way. She was the one calling the shots now. The teenager was going to keep him as strung out sexually as she could. In that lay her chance for getting away from her parents and maintaining a little dignity in this band of savages. She had no misconceptions about the Maniacs.
They were animals. They used what they wanted, then discarded it. If what they wanted happened to be a person, it made no difference. People were simply more items to be used and then cast away.
Karen vowed not to be the one cast away. When she split with the biker gang, it would be on her terms, not theirs.
"Damn you, cocksuckin' bitch, either do it right or lemme stick it back in somewhere nice and warm!" Big Ed complained.
She fucked his cock, standing rigidly at attention, and watched it bounce around. She bent down a little and planted a wet, juicy kiss on the very tip.
"What's the matter, Big Ed? Don't you like the way I'm treating you? What do you want?"
She knew perfectly well what he wanted – it was the same thing she so fervently desired. But this was her game with her rules. He would have to beg her, not the other way around. It might have been different before she'd gotten the guts to face Dottie. Now she could stand up to any of them.
Even Big Ed.
Karen knew she'd have to be careful. He had a fiery temper, barely kept under control at the best of times. But she thought she could keep him happy with her mouth and cunt and asshole. She could use sex as a weapon as well as a reward for the things she wanted done.
She wasn't above using her body as inducement for him to do what she desired, either.
"Go on and suck my cock if you're going to. Or let Lynn do it!"
Karen glanced up and the other woman was standing, watching with rapt attention. The sudden look of fear crossing her face told Karen all she needed to know. Her position with Big Ed was secure. Lynn would do anything Big Ed wanted, but not of her own accord. She wasn't going to cross Karen, not after what she'd done to Dottie.
"So what the hell, let me have your blonde bitch, then," came a hoarse voice from behind Lynn.
Karen craned her neck and saw Scrooge. She didn't like the man. He not only smelled bad but she'd heard the other women talking about getting the crabs from him. He was as filthy as Ivan, though he didn't seem to have the grossly diseased cock that man did.
Big Ed's temper suddenly flared. He pushed Karen away and was on his feet facing Scrooge in a flash.
A huge paw reached out and gripped a denim jacket. The slight tearing sound as he lifted Scrooge all the way off the ground told of the strength Big Ed was exerting. Karen could barely see his biceps tensing. She knew then exactly how strong Big Ed was.
He made it look simple lifting a two hundred pound man off the ground.
"She's mine. She stays that way. Dig?"
"Sure, uh, Big Ed." Scrooge was slowly strangling. The grip on the front of his jacket was constricting his throat.
"Good. Remember it, pea brain. If you don't, I'll slice your balls off and play ping pong with them. Bout all they're good for."
Scrooge made a weak attempt to smile before Lynn rescued him. "Hey, come on, Scrooge. Let's you and me have a little fun, huh?"
The man didn't bother looking back. But he was rubbing his throat where Big Ed's fist had crushed his Adam's apple.
Karen waited for Big Ed to slip back down to the ground. Then she stroked across his chest, whispering in his ear, "You're a real man. I wouldn't want any of the others. Not when I can have you. And this!"
She gripped his rigid cock and began stroking up and down its turgid length. Bucking and jerking in passion, it was ready to go again. A hard fucking tool, she knew of only one place where it truly belonged. She'd gotten her fill of mouth love.
It was her cunt which cried out for fulfillment. She was going to fuck herself on his prick.
She shucked off the blue work shirt she still wore and cast it aside. In the noonday sun, her white body gleamed like new ivory. The man was almost literally drooling when he saw her naked tits bouncing lightly, unfettered and awaiting his eager grip.
She straddled his waist, reaching down between her legs to find his fuck stick. She guided it directly to her manhole, then poised above the very tip for a moment. Building up his sexual tension was part of the game she played. It was a dangerous – and fun – game. One slip and she could end up in a ditch.
But she wasn't worried about that. Not at the moment. She let her body down just a fraction of an inch. The tip of his purple crown brushed against her pussy lips. An electric tinge jangled her nerves, made her legs feel weak and watery.
Running the end of his cock back and forth along her sex gash, she soon had it drenched with her inner oils. The cock was a glistening pole completely greased with her fuck fluids. She didn't want any more dry humping. It was all or nothing from now on.
And with her calling the shots, it would be everything.
"Go on, damn your eyes, get around it!" he bellowed.
"Patience, jackass, patience. Let me have my kicks, too."
She lowered her body a little more, still teasing his prick. This time she let the end of his glans spread her labia just enough to reveal the pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips. She dipped down a little and gave him a taste of what was in store.
Not much, but enough. His cockhead vanished between her sex lips. He gasped with the sudden heat boiling out of her belly. The purpled glans felt like it was on fire. Liquid napalm dribbled onto it from the inside of her seething cunt. She waited until her juices had run down the length of his prick and tickled the hairs on his balls.
He was wiggling under her now. She still controlled him totally. As long as his cock was firmly held in her hand, he wasn't going anywhere – including up into her twat.
That was going to be done when she wanted. She was the one who was showing the mighty biker stud who was the boss.
He wanted her twat so badly he thrust hi hips up off the ground to try and spear himself deep into her cunt. He missed. She agilely moved and kept just the acorn-sized head of his prick between her sex lips. Wiggling from side to side, she twisted the head of his cock until he was moaning in obvious arousal.
She decided it was time for a little more.
She let gravity pull her down another inch. She gasped as the thick cock split her apart and began burrowing into her tunnel of love. Everytime she let him fuck her she was amazed at how thick he was. Long and thick, almost three inches across. It was really a battering ram of flesh. Enough to rip a woman apart and make her love every second of it.
"Keep cool," she told him. "Keep cool."
"How the fuck can I when you're making me so Goddamn hot?"
"Good point. Maybe I should let you have just a teensy bit more."
Another inch of his cock vanished between her sex lips. She felt a shuddery sigh pass through her body. Her cunt was beginning to get excited now, really excited. She was abandoning her body to her emotions. Letting them run wild would give them both one hell of a fine fucking. But that wasn't her true aim.
If she got off on the screwing, well and good. But this was her power trip. This was where she made sure he knew who was really in control. She'd gotten through enough to him to make him run the other bikers off. He considered her his private property.
With this bunch, that was a major breakthrough.
Now she had to show him she could really put out – for him and him alone. She had to stake her claim and make it stick.
The three inches up in her belly felt good. The way the thick broad head bounced around, stirring like a spoon in a bowl, was almost enough to make her release her hold and wildly, wantonly, fuck herself on his upright prick. Almost enough.
Not quite, though.
She let another inch, then another, up into her belly. When she finally lowered herself all the way and ground her groin into his, his cock was going berserk. It jerked and pulsed so violently she thought he might cum at any instant.
The look on his face defied description. It was a mask of pure pleasure. Almost in a daze of sheer lust, he reached out and found her naked tits. Hands squeezing down on them added a new dimension to the screwing.
The girl liked the way his hands kneaded her firm boobs. He took her knockers and began twisting them in circles. One he rotated in a counter-clockwise direction. The right tit was turned in the opposite direction. She was certain he was going to pull her tits off her chest.
The knife-edges of delight stabbing into her chest caused her breath to come in hot, heavy pants. She was unable to keep any real control over her body now. The heavy hands on her firm tits were working her into a sexual frenzy.
Wiggling her hips from side to side, all the time keeping his cock planted far up her cunt, she came.
The universe shattered around her. The gripping hands on her boobs helped push her over the brink of orgasm. The cock stirring her guts around helped. And the thought she was the one on top, she was the one who was leading him through the fucking, set her off.
As she drifted down from her climax, she found nothing much had changed. His lingers had found the tiny spires of her nipples. The little mushrooms were now hard pebbles begging for attention.
He gave it to them.
Forefinger and thumb rotated the nubbins around and around until she was sure he'd rip them off her boobs. He didn't. The next move was to crush them down into the marshmallow underpinning until she moaned in constant delight. The sensations filling her body were totally wanton. She'd never felt more sinful in her eighteen years.
"Like that, huh? So how about giving me a little fucking?" He arched his back and lifted her body entirely off the ground. Dropping suddenly left her with only the tip of his cock in her twat.
She got the idea.
"Okay, Big Ed. And I do mean big!"
She cork screwed herself down onto his shaft of pleasure. His cock was even larger round than she remembered it. It filled her and pulled her inner tissues in new and wonderfully different directions. He threatened to slice her apart all the way to the chin with his fleshy sword of hard cock.
It was time for her to give him a little of the enjoyment she was getting from him. Bouncing up and down wouldn't do it. That would build the friction of the fucking too fast. She wanted something else, something more erotic, something nice and easy to start which would blow the top of his head off when she finished.
She lowered her body around his cock. Their pubic hair wetly intertwined before she started to let it slip out of her cunt. But she wasn't letting his prick escape easily. With her stomach muscles, she clamped down as hard as she could.
He grunted. That was a sign she was doing exactly the right thing to pleasure him.
Each inch of his prick slipping out of her well-oiled insides was a struggle. She clutched at him with the velvety walls of her pussy as hard as she could. Her youthful muscles were well trained. She knew exactly how best to grip and hold his prick. The broad purple glans was hard-pressed to elude her soft folds.
When only the head of his cock remained inside her pussy lips, she just relaxed. Letting gravity do all the work, she took him hard and fast up her cunt.
It jolted both of them when their crotches wetly smashed together. She was prepared for it. Still it made her teeth click together. And the blast of carnal energy radiating from her cunt set off another orgasm. She whined and thrashed around the rigid spike inside her twat.
As the climax abated slightly, she rose up again, then repeated the fucking. Up and down she slid on his pole like a berserk fireman. She began fucking herself with all the wild passion pent up in her body. Refusing to let go of his cock, she gripped fiercely all the way up. Then she came hurtling down on his prick like a meteorite falling from outer space.
When their crotches met, she'd twist from side to side grinding them together – hard.
He could barely stand the pressure on his cock as she squirted it out of her twat. But the fucking as she came smashing down on his groin caused enough friction between the head of his cock and the walls of her twat to burn him to a charred nubbin.
The fuse was lit. Slowly, it burned back along the length of his cock. His entire length was ablaze like a forest fire. When it reached his balls, he groaned aloud. He was going to blow his wad so soon!
Reaching out, he squeezed down on her boobs. He could guide her in the motion he desired most by those convenient handles. Gripping her tits hard, he forced her up and down on his cock.
In and out it flew from her twat. And then he was blasting off. His cock erupted like a volcano spewing out lava. His white-hot cum gushed into her avidly awaiting cunt.
Like some vacuum cleaner, that twat sucked it all up and then pulled hard at his cock for more. He knew she was going to drag his guts out through the end of his cock!
Never had he experienced a cum like that one!
Sweating, panting, exhausted, he looked up at the girl and said, "You sure know how to pleasure a man."
"I save it for real men," she solemnly assured him.
She kept bouncing up and down until his cock became so limp it would no longer stay inside her.
She might have been satisfied with that. Most of the chicks in the motorcycle gang would have been. But Karen wanted to cement her position with Big Ed. She wanted to make sure he didn't even look at another chick without first thinking about her.
She said, "That cock, even when it's a limp worm, it's so yummy looking I could just eat it up!"
Dropping from her straddle position, she began licking across Big Ed's chest. The hairs tickled and turned her on as much as anything else she'd done. Working her way down, she stopped for a moment and kissed each of his nipples.
Green eyes looking up, she asked, "How come you got nipples? They're as useless as tits on a bull."
He shrugged saying, "They break up the blankness. How the hell should I know? Just keep that mouth working. And I don't mean talking. You know, like you were doing before the stupid questions started."
"Yes, lord and master."
She felt him puff up a little with pride when she said it. That made her fuck even better. The girl had him pegged.
And soon she had his cock in her mouth. It was limp but it was all gooey and covered with her cunt slime and his cum.
The combination was so tasty she didn't want to let his penis out of her mouth. She started licking, running her tongue all through the bush surrounding his balls and cock. From there, she began working on the now-depleted scrotum. The hairy little pouch containing his balls hung limp and drained of its cum.
As she sucked it into her
mouth, her tongue started working all over its surface. When he moaned in joy, she began to really give his balls a tongue-lashing. She found she could push them around inside the fleshy sac without any trouble at all. Her oral ministrations slowly bloated the bag and she knew his jism supply was being replenished.
Not content with that, she started giving him a cat bath. All the way up the shriveled length of his once-proud cock, she licked and slurped up the juices of their spent passions.
Salty, musky, tangy, she savored all the flavors as if she were a wine connoisseur sampling the finest vintages. The thick white cream that had so recently spouted from the tip of his cock and creamed the inside of her cunt was now caking as it dried.
Her saliva moistened it and she was able to suck it off his cock. His hips hunched up a little when she really got into it.
"Love the way your mouth moves all over me," he said, his voice husky from sex.
"Just wait, Big Ed. Just wait," she cryptically promised.
She pulled the side of his cock into her mouth and began licking it with fervor. The taste stimulated her. Nostrils flaring, she began really eating the limp organ.
It wasn't a cock. A cock was long and hard and a real fucking tool. This was a sleeping snake, a dead worm, nothing as it lay there. But she knew she could bring it back to life. She could make it rise up and proudly pulse with virility again.
Her mouth would see to that.
She worked all along the underside of his prick until his cock was completely cleansed. She didn't miss a single speck of the gourmet sampling of cunt juice and dried cum.
"What are you doing?" he demanded. "I'm not going to get it up again so soon."
"What you want to bet? Another fucking?"
"Hell, yes!"
"Good. Now let me…"
There was a gobbling noise as she took his entire cock back into her mouth. His penis was limp enough to curl up in her mouth. But she wasn't content with just that. Her tongue flashed out and lightly touched the filling sac and bounced his balls around a little more.
He sucked in his breath in surprise. And she felt a tremor pass through his cock. There was still more to come.
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