Roberta Vickers - Raped teenager

She felt a thick finger rammed into her asshole. She tensed as it went in, felt the tight muscle clamp firmly on the man's finger. He started rubbing his thighs against her smooth ass and stirring the cock already far up in her cunt.

"Damn you, get in!" she begged. "I want both your cocks! Both of your fucking cocks!"

"Sure thing, blondie, sure thing," came the deep voice.

And then the finger popped out of her asshole. Before she could complain, a thicker finger pressed between the slabs of her assflesh. Drilling through to her anus, it found the puckered muscle and never slowed down. The man's prick bored past the guardian of her back door and went sailing all the way up her shit chute.

Filled both in cunt and asshole, she was in heaven. Nothing could have been more divine.

"Great, huh?" one of the men said. She couldn't tell which. All that mattered to her was the dual rods of throbbingly alive cockflesh inside her cunt and asshole.

With one man supporting her, the other gripped her around the waist and began stroking in and out of her rectum. The feel of that butt fucking sent hot flashes all the way into her belly. She was sure someone was shooting flaming arrows up her ass.

The hands gripped firmly down on her soft flesh. He used this to pull himself in and push his cock out of her clutching asshole. The muscle of her anus tried to hold him in. He was too smart to be trapped as easily as that.

He fucked her ass faster. And faster. And still faster until she was crying openly, "Fuck, fuck me, fuck meeee!"

His breath was coming like a steam engine's exhaust. His cock pistoned back and forth into her tailpipe, reaming her out.

"Love that tight ass of yours!" he mumbled, his hands clutching fiercely at her butt.

She felt the fingers digging into her soft flesh. The very brutality of it sparked hidden desires, in her body she hadn't even known existed. She wanted more!

"Give it to me, good, oh Chriiist, yeeeessss!"

"Time for me to I can feel your fuckin' cock through her guts, man. Lemme have a go at her. My cock's about greased up proper by now."

He dropped down and let his cock slip from her cunt. Then he rammed directly up into her twat once more. Spreading her pussy lips with his thick cock, he sailed all the way up into her belly. Through the thin inner tissues, he could feel the other man's cock fucking her up the ass.

Their cocks smashed together, separated only by a thin membrane. The undersides rubbed firmly against one another, a kind of masturbation.

But it was more. The teenager would tell anyone that. If she could have spoken coherently. Words were crumpled to death in her throat by the intense emotions racking her body.

The cock searing its way up her back passage would have been enough to get her off. But the added cock fucking her up the snatch was simply too much to bear.

She came. Hard. Her entire body tensed and she went rigid, shrieking out her joy. As she drifted down from the seemingly endless orgasm, she found the cocks still hard and long in her body. And they were both fucking the hell out of her cunt and asshole.

She began twisting from side to side in an attempt to get the maximum pleasure. The cock entering her pussy slithered all the way into her, well-greased by her overflowing pussy. The juices frothed out around the cock plugging her and ran in a thin stream down the inside of her leg. It tickled.

The girl hardly noticed it. The cock was giving her such intense plea sure she wouldn't have noticed anything less than an atomic bomb going off.

And that's what happened up her asshole. The sudden gushing of an ejaculating cock filled her bowels with pearly-white cum. He fucked her ass harder, faster, deeper and continued spurting out his jism for what seemed an eternity.

She rode the winds of another orgasm ignited in her bowels.

When she settled back down to the reality of the prick up her ass, she felt it slowly deflating. He had shot his wad. Now he was trying to get the last possible stroke into her butt before going entirely limp.

Before she knew it, his cock slithered out of her anus amid a flow of cum. That would have disappointed her, but another prick was still actively reaming her out. Her cunt felt like it was filled with a million fire ants, all gnawing away at her flesh. She tingled. Her pussy screamed for more cock.

She got it.

Like a tireless machine, the cock kept returning, faster, harder, deeper. She couldn't fault the way he was fucking her. Every single fold of her gripping twat received its stimulation. Her insides burned with a never-ending fire. She was soon consumed by another climax. Clutching wildly at his back, she left bloody tracks, cutting through his heavy denim jacket.

Neither noticed. They were too engrossed in their fucking. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around the man's waist. This let him drive his cock even deeper into her body. The glow became a tiny flame. The flame leaped and totally ravaged her body.

She came again.

And this time, the crushing walls of her quim squeezed so tightly on his driving cock, it milked him of his cum. He fountained out gallon upon gooey gallon of jism. He whitewashed the walls of her twat until they were both exhausted and covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

Collapsing to the soft grass, they lay locked in each other's arms.

Finally, green eyes boring into the man's, Karen said, "You're one hell of a cocksman, Big Ed."

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.

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?"