Roberta Vickers: Raped teenager

She knew perfectly well what he wanted – it was the same thing she so fervently desired. But this was her game with her rules. He would have to beg her, not the other way around. It might have been different before she'd gotten the guts to face Dottie. Now she could stand up to any of them.

Even Big Ed.

Karen knew she'd have to be careful. He had a fiery temper, barely kept under control at the best of times. But she thought she could keep him happy with her mouth and cunt and asshole. She could use sex as a weapon as well as a reward for the things she wanted done.

She wasn't above using her body as inducement for him to do what she desired, either.

"Go on and suck my cock if you're going to. Or let Lynn do it!"

Karen glanced up and the other woman was standing, watching with rapt attention. The sudden look of fear crossing her face told Karen all she needed to know. Her position with Big Ed was secure. Lynn would do anything Big Ed wanted, but not of her own accord. She wasn't going to cross Karen, not after what she'd done to Dottie.

"So what the hell, let me have your blonde bitch, then," came a hoarse voice from behind Lynn.

Karen craned her neck and saw Scrooge. She didn't like the man. He not only smelled bad but she'd heard the other women talking about getting the crabs from him. He was as filthy as Ivan, though he didn't seem to have the grossly diseased cock that man did.

Big Ed's temper suddenly flared. He pushed Karen away and was on his feet facing Scrooge in a flash.

A huge paw reached out and gripped a denim jacket. The slight tearing sound as he lifted Scrooge all the way off the ground told of the strength Big Ed was exerting. Karen could barely see his biceps tensing. She knew then exactly how strong Big Ed was.

He made it look simple lifting a two hundred pound man off the ground.

"She's mine. She stays that way. Dig?"

"Sure, uh, Big Ed." Scrooge was slowly strangling. The grip on the front of his jacket was constricting his throat.

"Good. Remember it, pea brain. If you don't, I'll slice your balls off and play ping pong with them. Bout all they're good for."

Scrooge made a weak attempt to smile before Lynn rescued him. "Hey, come on, Scrooge. Let's you and me have a little fun, huh?"

The man didn't bother looking back. But he was rubbing his throat where Big Ed's fist had crushed his Adam's apple.

Karen waited for Big Ed to slip back down to the ground. Then she stroked across his chest, whispering in his ear, "You're a real man. I wouldn't want any of the others. Not when I can have you. And this!"

She gripped his rigid cock and began stroking up and down its turgid length. Bucking and jerking in passion, it was ready to go again. A hard fucking tool, she knew of only one place where it truly belonged. She'd gotten her fill of mouth love.

It was her cunt which cried out for fulfillment. She was going to fuck herself on his prick.

She shucked off the blue work shirt she still wore and cast it aside. In the noonday sun, her white body gleamed like new ivory. The man was almost literally drooling when he saw her naked tits bouncing lightly, unfettered and awaiting his eager grip.

She straddled his waist, reaching down between her legs to find his fuck stick. She guided it directly to her manhole, then poised above the very tip for a moment. Building up his sexual tension was part of the game she played. It was a dangerous – and fun – game. One slip and she could end up in a ditch.

But she wasn't worried about that. Not at the moment. She let her body down just a fraction of an inch. The tip of his purple crown brushed against her pussy lips. An electric tinge jangled her nerves, made her legs feel weak and watery.

Running the end of his cock back and forth along her sex gash, she soon had it drenched with her inner oils. The cock was a glistening pole completely greased with her fuck fluids. She didn't want any more dry humping. It was all or nothing from now on.

And with her calling the shots, it would be everything.

"Go on, damn your eyes, get around it!" he bellowed.

"Patience, jackass, patience. Let me have my kicks, too."

She lowered her body a little more, still teasing his prick. This time she let the end of his glans spread her labia just enough to reveal the pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips. She dipped down a little and gave him a taste of what was in store.

Not much, but enough. His cockhead vanished between her sex lips. He gasped with the sudden heat boiling out of her belly. The purpled glans felt like it was on fire. Liquid napalm dribbled onto it from the inside of her seething cunt. She waited until her juices had run down the length of his prick and tickled the hairs on his balls.

He was wiggling under her now. She still controlled him totally. As long as his cock was firmly held in her hand, he wasn't going anywhere – including up into her twat.

That was going to be done when she wanted. She was the one who was showing the mighty biker stud who was the boss.

He wanted her twat so badly he thrust hi hips up off the ground to try and spear himself deep into her cunt. He missed. She agilely moved and kept just the acorn-sized head of his prick between her sex lips. Wiggling from side to side, she twisted the head of his cock until he was moaning in obvious arousal.

She decided it was time for a little more.

She let gravity pull her down another inch. She gasped as the thick cock split her apart and began burrowing into her tunnel of love. Everytime she let him fuck her she was amazed at how thick he was. Long and thick, almost three inches across. It was really a battering ram of flesh. Enough to rip a woman apart and make her love every second of it.

"Keep cool," she told him. "Keep cool."

"How the fuck can I when you're making me so Goddamn hot?"

"Good point. Maybe I should let you have just a teensy bit more."

Another inch of his cock vanished between her sex lips. She felt a shuddery sigh pass through her body. Her cunt was beginning to get excited now, really excited. She was abandoning her body to her emotions. Letting them run wild would give them both one hell of a fine fucking. But that wasn't her true aim.

If she got off on the screwing, well and good. But this was her power trip. This was where she made sure he knew who was really in control. She'd gotten through enough to him to make him run the other bikers off. He considered her his private property.

With this bunch, that was a major breakthrough.

Now she had to show him she could really put out – for him and him alone. She had to stake her claim and make it stick.

The three inches up in her belly felt good. The way the thick broad head bounced around, stirring like a spoon in a bowl, was almost enough to make her release her hold and wildly, wantonly, fuck herself on his upright prick. Almost enough.

Not quite, though.

She let another inch, then another, up into her belly. When she finally lowered herself all the way and ground her groin into his, his cock was going berserk. It jerked and pulsed so violently she thought he might cum at any instant.

The look on his face defied description. It was a mask of pure pleasure. Almost in a daze of sheer lust, he reached out and found her naked tits. Hands squeezing down on them added a new dimension to the screwing.

The girl liked the way his hands kneaded her firm boobs. He took her knockers and began twisting them in circles. One he rotated in a counter-clockwise direction. The right tit was turned in the opposite direction. She was certain he was going to pull her tits off her chest.

The knife-edges of delight stabbing into her chest caused her breath to come in hot, heavy pants. She was unable to keep any real control over her body now. The heavy hands on her firm tits were working her into a sexual frenzy.