Robert Vickers - Raped teaser

She enjoyed the feel of Fred's cock as he pushed in and pulled out of her. That was great. But trying to keep from shoving her ass back to take him even deeper up her cunt was a temptation she'd have to overcome. That it was a natural, normal reaction made it all the harder for her to control.

Fred's dick quivered with lust inside her cunt. He couldn't get a complete penetration, but he came close. Karen felt the sudden rush of his cock, the flare of friction on her rippled cunt walls, then the slow, inexorable withdrawal as he pulled out. The man was teasing her with his prick. He was trying to get her to bend forward to take his cock fully up her cunt.

And if Karen ever did that, she'd burn her boobs off.

Fred had a very sadistic turn to his thinking.

In spite of her predicament, Karen tried to get as much pleasure out of it as possible. She didn't enjoy the nearness of the hot burners but the searing hot cock Fred was fucking her with filled her with a vastly different kind of heat.

It was carnal, erotic heat. The heat from friction of a cock against a cunt. She clamped down with her stomach muscles to trap Fred's prick. She knew the instant she had succeeded because of the way his cock bounced and jerked and danced around. He was really hot for her. That was apparent.

The cockhead expanded while trapped inside her cunt. Karen could feel Fred's heart beating by the pulse-pulse-pulse of his cock. The skin had pulled back from his glans. The foreskin had bunched up to form a little roll that excited her. It spread her tight, clutching cunt the barest fraction of an inch.

That fraction of an inch felt like miles. When Fred began rolling his hips, Karen felt her innards being stirred around. There wasn't the slightest bit of pain. If he'd tried taking her up the ass, he could have killed her. Not this way, not up the cunt. She was ready for this type of fucking, any time and anywhere.

Even over a hot stove. Karen leaned dangerously close to the burners trying to get an extra inch of Fred up her cunt. The blood-engorged nipples lightly brushed against the heating element and she screamed, "Ooww! That hurrrrts!"

"Tough shit, baby doll. I just hope you ain't talking about this!"

Fred shoved his cock a fraction of a millimeter further up her cunt. Karen began wiggling her ass. It was painful rubbing her salt-blasted ass against the rough denim of the man's jeans, but it was so niiice inside!

She could feel the warmth spreading through her belly like a soft flood of water engulfing her body. It spread rapidly. Up and down her spine ran tingles of sexual adventure. It smashed into her brain and made her head spin.

For a brief instant, the teenager thought she was caught up in an erotic whirlpool. She was spun around and around, losing all sense of balance. That momentary lapse caused her a nasty burn on the left boob. She had leaned forward just enough to place her tit on a burner.

A tiny shorl of smoke rose, and the smell of burned flesh assaulted her nostrils. Whatever joy she'd been getting out of Fred's cock inside her was suddenly erased by the sharp, knifing pain that lanced into her chest. The burn wasn't deep or serious, just enough to make her more careful as Fred fucked on.

"What's it like, fucking over a stove, little housewife? Dig it?" Fred was getting off on this. His cock felt like it had been shoved into a velvet-lined vise. The girl's stomach muscles clutched so feverishly at his buried cock he had to struggle to keep from blasting out his wad.

The man didn't want to do that. Not yet. He was saving up. Karen might actually lean forward enough to get a real singe. Then, when her cunt smashed down with the massive pain to her body, he'd come.

Fred twitched his hips a little, knowing that the pain he was causing the girl's sore asscheeks had to be distracting her. It didn't matter to him if she concentrated on giving him a good fucking or not. He'd make his own rules this time.

He continued a slow, rhythmic fucking from behind until he couldn't stand the pressure in his balls any longer. He felt like he'd put his nuts on the stove. The searing inside his sac robbed him of any control he had.

Fred started a wild, mindless fucking. His hands never left their spot behind Karen's raven-haired head, but he did allow her to turn just a bit. She couldn't burn herself too badly now if she did happen to fall forward. But Karen's mind was blanked out with lust now.

Her passions had been mounting as fast as Fred's. The man's cruel treatment only seemed to make this more interesting. The pain robbed her of some enjoyment, but mostly it gave her even bigger rewards. She could compare the feel of Fred's cock reaming her out and the torture he inflicted on her.

The piston of pleasure smashing into her cunt was thousands of times better now! Earlier fucking had been weak and lifeless compared to this. She was truly alive. Every nerve in her body seemed to yell with delights unknown to her before. The girl had an orgasm that blew the top off her head.

When she came, her cunt collapsed around Fred's cock. He had been planning on her pussy trapping him out of pain rather than sexual release, but the result was the same. His prick was gripped by a giant, juicy fist that milked him of every drop of his cum.

He fountained out his creamy load until he couldn't imagine any more in his body.

Then Karen's cunt smashed down on his dick again and he shot out another long, stringy gob of jism. The man released his death grip on the trim teenager and almost fell backward.

His cock was limp, drained and flaccid. Fred gasped from the exertion of the lovemaking. He hadn't felt so completely satiated in more years than he could remember.

"Sister, you are something else!" he exclaimed. Karen leaned forward and panted. Sweat dribbled off her chin, ran down her body until it came to the downspouts of her boobs. The salty sweat stung the burned tit, but she didn't notice. She was too busy enjoying the last bits of the orgasm that seemed to sweetly linger in her body. That had been a fucking she wouldn't soon forget!

Ross said, "Will you hurry up with the food? If you're going to fix it, don't let Fred distract you!" Both men laughed at the small joke. Fred had dumped his bulk in a nearby chair and panted. "Damn, but she's got a tight hole!"

"You filthy beasts!" cried Miriam. "And you, you little whore, you loved every second of that horrible, degrading spectacle!"

Karen's black eyes flashed at her mother. "Damn right I enjoyed it! I enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than you probably ever did fucking dear old Dad. He's probably such a lousy lay you masturbate using a broom handle. Or the mop handle while you're washing his stinking floors! I don't want that kind of life!"

"Yeah, you want to be a whore!"

"No!" Karen flared. "I want to go with Ross and Fred!"

Ross raised one eyebrow as he studied the girl. It might be fun having her along. Then he dismissed the idea as ridiculous. If she got tired of them, she'd split. Then there would be all sorts of hell to pay. They might be up on kidnap charges.

It was even possible she'd run to the nearest cop and spill her guts about everything. Next thing he'd know, hello San Quentin for a long, long time.

The idea of having a portable fucking machine like nympho Karen was attractive, but in the long run it'd be more trouble than it'd be worth. The girl could only bring the two convicts a lot of grief.

Fred, though, seemed to get off on the idea. "Hey, that don't sound half bad. What say, Ross? Shall we take her along? Three musketeers and all that, fucking our way to…"

"Shut up!" snapped Ross. He didn't want the other man to even hint at where they were going. But he'd have to come up with something fast to make sure that the girl backed down. It wouldn't be easy. In front of her mother was a heavy trip to back down on.