Robert Vickers: Raped teaser

The fires spread and soon it was like a forest fire blazing at her belly. Her tits expanded, pressing the aroused nipples unmercifully against the thin cloth of her dress. Karen thought her boobs would explode. Her chest hurt from the rapid beating of her racing heart. The sound of her own blood pounded hard in her ears.

Everything conspired to bring the girl off. In spite of herself, Karen felt the crouching orgasm leap through her body. She felt the world spin and whirl and turn under her. Nothing mattered except the massive cock jerking and blasting out its jism in her cunt. All the nerves in her body screamed with pleasure. She no longer had the empty feeling.

Karen was soon released from the iron and velvet grip of orgasm. She saw Vic still cramming his hips back and forth, but it was a losing battle. His once proud cock had already begun to deflate. Soon, amid a flow of cunt juice and jism, his limp prick dribbled out of her cunt. The hose hung like a dead snake between his legs.

The teenager's forehead was covered with sweat. It gleamed like a beacon in the dim moonlight. But he was smiling. He'd just fucked the tightest, hottest cunt he'd ever found. Karen's cunt made Mary's look like the Holland Tunnel!

Karen was feeling good. She'd give the kid something to make him feel good, too.

"Oh, Vic! You're such a man!" It wasn't exactly true. Larry was a better lay. So were Fred and Claude. But what the hell? She could afford to be nice. Vic had a nice long prick and he'd given her just what she needed that night.

She could afford to be real nice to him.

Vic smiled shyly. But before he could say a word, a gruff, harsh voice snapped, "What the Goddamn hell's going on out here!"

A brilliant light speared the lovers. They were spotlighted as surely as if they'd been on a stage. Vic turned absolutely white from the shock of being discovered with his cum- and cunt juice-soaked cock hanging out of his jeans. Karen was merely annoyed. It was her father acting like the big-time parent again.

Vic stammered, "I, uh… good… good evening, Mr. Finney!"

"You slimy bastard!" was all the powerfully built man said as he towered over the pair.

"Goddamn! What's the matter with you, girl? You're out here in our very own back yard screwing like some kind of animal! An animal, dammit, an animal!"

Karen straightened her skirt and peered up at her angry father. He could be such a drag at times – and this was one of those times she wished he didn't even exist.

"Oh, Daddy, don't be like that…"

Karen's protest was cut off by Ralph Finney leaning over and slapping her across the face. The palm of his hand stung and tingled with the sudden blow that left his handprint outlined in red on Karen's cheek. She reached up and timidly touched the spot where he had slapped her.

"I don't take no backtalk from my own flesh and blood." Ralph turned to Vic, who was hurriedly zipping his jeans. "And for rutting pigs like you…!"

Vic almost vaulted over the wall. Ralph's booted foot helped him over the last few inches by being firmly planted on the teenager's ass. The sound of the youth's running footsteps receded in the night as he got the hell away from Karen's angry old man.

Karen stood, still rubbing her hurt cheek. "You shouldn't have hit me…"

Ralph struck her again. "Don't tell me what to do, you little slut! You'll screw anything that wears pants!"

"So you want me to be a lesbian and only screw women!" Karen snapped.

She was rewarded by another open-handed slap. Ralph idly rubbed his hand as he studied his daughter. He shook his head slowly as if he were deep in thought.

"I just don't know what the hell to do with you. There's not a stud at that high school of yours that you haven't balled… don't give me any of your sass, young lady!"

The crunch of gravel made Ralph turn slightly. He saw his wife coming out of the house to see what the commotion was all about. Miriam Finney was an older edition of Karen, but more stately, more mature. And she didn't sleep around.

At least, not that Ralph knew.

"What's going on out here?" Miriam asked, looking from Ralph to her daughter's well-slapped face.

Ralph answered, "She's been at it again. Been out there fuckin' one of those high school boys. She's absolutely without an ounce of shame. I don't know what the hell we're going to do about her. I just don't know what we can do!"

"Maybe if we just sort of got her away from here for a while. We could go up to the lake house for the summer. It's out of the way, isolated. Maybe she'll do better if she's able to be alone. Away from temptation and that hideous friend of hers – whatshername."

"Her name's Lynn, dammit! And you know it as well as I do!" cried Karen. She didn't like the idea of being shuttled off to the lake house for the summer. It was a lonely place, well away from anywhere that would give her even a small measure of fun.

"Don't swear," said Miriam absent-mindedly. "You know, Ralph, that might be the best thing we could do. This city living just doesn't sit too well with me at all."

Both Ralph and Miriam were from small towns and didn't like the hustle and hurry of the big city. But Ralph's job required that they live here. It was too good a job to quit no matter how much they preferred the country life. The only break they could get from the frantic rat-race was their lake house on Folter Lake. They enjoyed going up, sitting in the sun, relaxing and soaking up the forest's silence.

"Well, maybe that would be the only thing we could do. It's either that or send the little bitch to a reformatory!"

"Oh, Ralph! Karen's not that bad. It's just a phase she's going through. As soon as she gets tired of flirting with all the boys, she'll get serious about one and settle down."

Ralph shook his head as if he didn't believe it. "Get to your room, young lady. Right now. We'll leave for the lake in the morning." Miriam pointed toward the house to emphasize her words. After Karen had headed for the house, the back of her dress grass-stained from where her ass had ground into the moist grass, Ralph said, "I'm afraid you're going to have to go up alone until next week. That deal I've been working on with the Rennecke Iron Works is coming to a committee vote. I got to be there to nursemaid it through."

"Isn't there someone else you can let do all this, Ralph? This could be important to Karen's entire future."

"I know, dammit, I know. But we wouldn't even have that fancy house up on the lake if it wasn't for deals like this with the iron foundry. I can make it up as soon as things are all worked out. I promise." He took his wife in his arms and held her close.

"You know, fucking out here in the grass does seem sort of a neat thing to do!" Ralph said.

"Oh, Ralph!" Miriam snorted. She stood on tiptoe, lightly kissed him, and then turned to go back to the house.

Ralph swatted her a good one on her ass. "That's just for luck, doll, just for luck!"

The two went back into the house, not caring what Karen did. They had overcome the obvious problem. Nothing else would bother them that night, of that they were sure.

Karen had gone to her room, slammed the door and locked it. As an added protection, she'd moved her dresser over so that the edge rested against the door, making it impossible for anyone to get in without making a ruckus.

The girl flopped down on her bed, rocked back and forth until the springs took up all the shock of her sudden fall. She exhaled firmly, put her hands behind her head and glared at the ceiling. Karen wasn't pleased with the way things had gone tonight.

Vic's cock was a good, hard eight inches. And she'd probably never see him again. Not after her old man had booted him all the way over the fence. Just thinking about the look on the boy's face, however, made Karen laugh.