Robert Vickers: Raped teaser

Vic's hand slowly wormed its way up under the short skirt Karen wore. Her flesh was cool, exciting. Vic felt his heart beat madly as he felt up his girlfriend. Karen was such a hot one he could barely believe his good luck.

He knew the stories about Karen Finney. The black-haired girl put out for just about anyone. But he hadn't really believed it could happen to him. Vic didn't think of himself as much of a stud, but his date tonight with Karen had changed his self-image a hell of a lot.

The teenager's hand stopped on its journey up to the girl's cunt. He squeezed lightly just above her knee. Karen wiggled seductively and snuggled closer.

"Is that all you want, Vic? To rub your sweaty hand on my leg?"

Her voice thrilled him. It also made him painfully aware of the throbbing cock hidden by his jeans. Each word she spoke made his prick jerk and pulse with added lust. He wanted to fuck this chick so bad it hurt!

Damn, did it hurt!

"Well," Vic admitted, "my hands are a little sweaty. But you're the one who's making them that way."

"Lover boy, why don't you just keep that hand moving on up my thigh? You might find something even wetter if you go far enough."

"And how far do you go?" Vic's voice trembled with his lust for Karen. It was a moonlit night. The moon showered them with all the light they'd need to fuck. Right now, Vic was hungrily drinking in the sight of the lovely Karen.

Her black hair surrounded the pale skin of her delicately boned face making her look like an angel – or a devil. Her milky-skinned shoulders hunched forward slightly in a silent body-language invitation to him. Her tits pressed contemptuously against the thin material of her peasant dress. From the two hard little lumps on the tips of her tits, it was obvious Karen wasn't wearing a bra.

Vic pulled his eyes away from the two aroused nipples to the trim waist and down further to the slender legs. His hand trembled. He found courage to continue the upward trip it had begun so many eons ago.

"Yeah, Victor, that's more like it. Fondle my pussy. Pet it all you want. It's drooling all over me. It… it wants something long and hard in it. Can you guess what?"

Vic swallowed hard. The stories about Karen he'd heard were true. She was a Goddamned nympho!

And he wasn't going to pass up this golden opportunity to fuck her cross-eyed either. People said that it wasn't possible to ever satisfy a real nymphomaniac. But he'd fuck Karen until she begged for more. Then he'd keep fucking her until she was exhausted. Until she couldn't possibly want any more of his quivering cock.

Then he'd fuck her again for good measure.

The teenager's hand stroked Karen's soft inner thigh. The silky skin made his hand tremble even more. He'd only had one other girl and it hadn't been like this at all. Mary had to be enticed into fucking. And even after he'd gotten her panties off and had begun to stuff his long dick into her tiny little cunt, she hadn't acted like she had much enjoyed it. Afterwards, it had been sort of grim. Both were quiet all the way back to town.

But Karen, lovely sex-hungry Karen, was a different trip. She was telling him exactly what she wanted. The foxy grin on her face left no doubt that she was enjoying every second of this. And would get off even more on fucking.

Vic hesitantly touched the sopping wet nylon panties. For a ghastly second, he thought she was in her period and bleeding or something. He yanked his hand away as if burned.

He held his hand out in the pale, ghostly moonlight and stared at his fingers. They were lightly greased with Karen's cuntal juices. The faint glow from the moon seemed to stimulate him even more.

Karen laughed. "What's the matter, Victor? Never seen real pussy juice before? Here. Look real close!"

Karen lifted her hips off the soft grass of the lawn, quickly slid off the wet panties and shoved her cunt upward for Vic's closer examination.

Vic almost blew his wad.

The wet slash revealed to him gleamed in the moonlight. The drops of cunt juice trickled down around the furry snatch. The deep, gaping hole seemed to beckon to him. It called out, "Stuff your cock in me! Hurry! Hurry!"

The youth broke a fingernail in his haste to yank down the zipper on his jeans. His cock snapped out of his trousers like the blade of an opening knife. Karen sucked in her breath at the sight of Vic's massive bludgeon of a cock.

"Wow! That's the biggest cock I've ever seen!" A hint of awe was in her voice. It made Vic feel proud. And his cock even harder.

Karen reached out and grabbed the shaft of prick in her fevered hand. She began to squeeze rhythmically on Vic's tool. Then the motion changed. The girl stroked up and down the eight-inch pole until she felt the big blue vein running along Vic's cock pulse and throb with lust. Lust for her!

"Oh, God, Karen, I… I… oh!" Vic collapsed back to the grass, unable to say anything. He was trying too hard to keep from creaming all over the girl's hand. Vic didn't want a hand job. He could get those from just about any of his girlfriends. He wanted that wantonly displayed cunt.

He wanted to be fucking in and out of Karen's gripping, juicy pussy with all his might. And Karen wanted the same thing. But on her own terms. When she was ready.

"What's the matter, Victor? Don't you like the feel of my hand on you?" She stroked up and down, feeling the heat of his cock radiating into her hand. The prick bucked and quivered like a race horse in the starting gate.

"Qu-quit it, Karen! Let me get into you!"

"Not yet." The girl bent down and stuffed the boy's cock into her mouth. She felt the knobby glans slip by her lips, then past her teeth into her mouth. Victor moaned and his hips twitched in reaction.

Having his cock buried in Karen's mouth was a brand-new experience for him. None of the girls he'd ever gone with would give head. But he didn't want a blow job! He wanted to fuck Karen!

Karen was deaf to the teenager's moaning pleas to let him fuck her hot, dripping cunt. She was going to suck on this tasty, meaty cock for as long as she wanted. Then and only then she'd stuff the dick into her cunt and let the horny boy fuck her.

She enjoyed toying with her dates. She loved tormenting them. It wasn't much fun after a while, but she did it anyway. Karen had found that all the guys in her high school class would do anything – anything at all – to get the chance to fuck her cross-eyed. After the first couple she'd let fuck her, Karen got the idea it might be fun to play with them like a cat plays with a mouse.

And it had been. She was soon able to string them out for a long time, promising, then backing off. Karen wasn't a cockteaser, not by a long shot. She always came through and let the guys fuck her. But it had to be on her terms. When she wanted, where she wanted. And she would call it off if she wanted.

Karen Finney had tried just about everything and she was growing bored. Getting the guys at Eight Miles High School to do what she wanted had become too easy. She was always prowling around for new thrills.

Right now, virgins were turning her on. Victor apparently wasn't a virgin, but it was obvious he hadn't made it with more than one or two chicks. His trembling hand, the way his voice broke when he spoke, the way he could barely restrain himself all gave Karen a real charge.

That he had such a monster of a cock was an added bonus to the girl.

And his cock was a tasty morsel, too! Karen sucked for all she was worth to take in as much of its length as she could. She raced her tongue around and around the purple cockhead.

"Ummmm!" she mumbled around the plug of cock in her mouth. Karen hadn't found a guy who tasted this good in a long time. Her agile tongue began circling and dancing around the sensitive tip of Victor's cock. When the tiny tip of her tongue tried to force its way down the pinprick hole at the end of his prick, Karen thought the boy was going to come.