Roberta Vickers - Raped teenager

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.