"Hey, baby doll, my cock's beginning to twitch again. You got any ideas how I can solve that problem?" Big Ed held his cock, now flaccid, in one hand. But she could see the stirrings of lust moving it again. The very tip was beginning to turn red, indicating a return to a full-fledged fucking tool and not merely a dangling penis.
"Well, Big Ed, we might have the same problem."
"How's that?"
"I've got this hungry cunt just itching to be filled with nice, hard, long cock. Like yours." She looked up into his eyes, her green ones as convincingly honest as she could make them. Really, she had reached the point where she couldn't have cared less whose cock it was plugging her pussy. As long as they could fuck her and fuck her well, that was all that really mattered.
But Big Ed was the power – and she was the power behind the power. She'd let him screw her. This time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The night was one long orgy. She fucked Big Ed, then she let half a dozen others screw her. No longer could Karen call it making love. That wasn't what they did. And she was simply cementing her relationship with the club by letting them have any available orifice not already taken. At one point, she was jerking off two of the gang while sucking on another's cock and being buggered.
It had been an interesting night.
And one which confirmed her suspicions. Dottie had kept out of her way. Not only had she broken one of the woman's teeth, she had sprained her jaw. Dottie was barely able to talk. The redhead was also just a little bit afraid of approaching her.
That fear was something Karen tried her damndest to feed. The more afraid Dottie was, the better chance she had of holding the others in line.
The men in the motorcycle club presented no problem. Karen was sure she could get anything she wanted out of any of them simply by putting out. It was whoring, maybe, but she didn't think of it that way.
She was simply playing the same game so many others did. How was she any different than the Washington secretary who couldn't type, who was only useful flat on her back and with her legs spread wide for her boss? That chick got lots of money for her talents, but she had power, too.
Karen was getting the power, if not the money. She was no different. It was merely a matter of ambition. Right now she was learning how to manipulate this club. The Maniacs were easily pleased and were perpetually sex-hungry maniacs, hence the name.
The same principle applied to other groups, of this Karen was sure.
If that secretary kept her job simply by fucking, this meant other such jobs were open. Karen looked at the motorcycle club as a training ground for bigger and better things. She was young. Eighteen and damned good-looking, she could go far.
As far as she wanted.
The first thing she had to do was get the hell away from this part of the country. Her old man would call the cops out for sure. If they caught her with the Maniacs, they might all end up in the slammer. She didn't like the prospect of that one bit.
The cops might not be so open to the kind of bribery she did best. They were probably more used to just taking it than being offered sex.
"When we moving on, Big Ed?" she asked, lazily rolling over to swing a naked leg on top of his hairy one.
"A couple days, maybe. Why? You don't like this fine outdoor livin'? Real healthy, so they tell me."
"I don't like the desert. Damned sand everywhere and the scorpions!"
"Hell, didn't we mash them rollin' around last night? We're going to have to be a little more energetic in our fuckin' if we didn't mash all those buggers flat."
She shuddered at the thought of the hideous little insects being smashed under their passion locked bodies, then passed it off as another, one of Big Ed's attempts at humor. He didn't joke much. Maybe she should take this as an indication he was feeling good.
"I want to split. Dottie and the others weren't too cool about ripping off those radios. The heat is going to be coming down hard on all of us if we don't move it out fast."
"You think the radio business is done to death, huh? Maybe Knuckles and me could boost a car or two. We know the ropes and this close to the border, the cars would be in Tijuana before sundown."
"That's not what I mean, Big Ed," she said, trailing her fingers through the tanged mat of the hair on his chest. The stiff strands prickled the skin of her fingers. Idly thinking back to the previous night, she remembered how those very same strands of hair had felt against her bare tits. They would stick and prickle her nipples, especially when she was really hot. It all seemed so sordid – and fun!
"So what the hell do you mean?" His own hand began wandering all over her naked body. When he found one of her tits, he clamped down hard. The feel of the flesh oozing between his fingers made his cock hard. He couldn't forget the way her nipples turned into rock-hard points. He was certain they would poke holes in his chest – they hadn't.
He tried rearranging the titflesh to suit himself. Not that he didn't like the cone of boob, it was just a thing he wanted to try. The resilient young flesh sprang back into shape the instant he released the pressure on it.
"Wait around one spot too long and the cops'll come down hard on you. Maybe not for the radios or anything like that. You know, they'll hassle us just for being here."
"Hmmmm," he said, lost in the game he was playing with her boobs. The pink nipples were slowly reddening as they became more and more aroused. As the blood pounded into them, they became pointy little fingers. He took one between thumb and forefinger and started rolling it around. When the blonde moaned gently, he decided this was enough.
"All right. We split. Right now." He stood, naked, the sunlight gleaming off his bared flesh. Karen looked up at him and thought she was looking at some Greek God.
"Goddamn it, you motherfuckers!" he roared. "Get your asses in gear. We're moving out of here. Right now!"
She smiled up at him when he seemed to look at her for support. She was more than willing to give it to him. Karen wanted nothing more than to be away from here. She wasn't certain where her parents would be camped but it wasn't far.
And if they'd run out of booze, they might actually have missed her by now. If so, the state police might have a bulletin to look for a runaway. She wanted to get across the state line before they could find her and return her to those alkies.
The camp sluggishly began to move, naked limbs slowly becoming clothed. The lingering smell of marijuana hung in the air. This was one thing Karen couldn't quite get into. The odor made her sick to her stomach, but no worse than the harsh whiskey and cheap wine passed around.
"Get your ass covered if you're coming. It was your idea that we get the hell out of here," Big Ed reminded her. She hastily dressed in Dottie's cast-off clothing.
In less than an hour, they were revving their cycles and ready to hit the pavement. Then came the confrontation Karen had been worrying about.
Dottie came over and swung a leg up behind Big Ed, saying, "Let's go. Forget about blondie there."
Big Ed said nothing. Karen read it in his eyes that this was between the two women and he wouldn't intervene. Karen knew she'd have to make it good or there would be trouble from now on.
She went up to Dottie and, in a pleading voice, said, "Look, Dottie, I don't want any trouble…" and swung and hit the woman as hard as she could. No windup, she swung flat-footed. The fist hit Dottie square on the cheek and knocked her off the cycle. She shook her head, dazed. That was all it took for Karen to press her advantage.
She kicked her in the kidneys.
There was a sick thud and Dottie collapsed to the pavement, vomiting on the asphalt.
"I guess that decides who rides with you, doesn't it, Big Ed?" she said in an innocent void.
"Climb on, baby doll." Before Karen could get firmly down on the bike, the man was gunning it and pulling away at the head of the column.
Karen's heart pounded wildly but she'd come through the second – and maybe last – crisis with Dottie. The way the gang took off, she
wondered if anyone would even let her ride along. Probably not. This was a jungle and they were all animals. Survival of the fittest.
And she'd just proven she was fit.
The heavy cycles droned away the miles until they stopped beside the road in a pull-off. There was a patch of grass to lie on and running water for her to wash her dirt-streaked face. Riding on a chopper without a windshield had its disadvantages. Bugs in the teeth was just one of them.
"Hey, baby doll," said Knuckles, coming up behind her. "I liked the way you took care of Dottie. You got a mean right. How's about you and me gettin' it on? While we're resting here?"
"I, uh, I don't know Knuckles." She was a little frightened of the big man. She knew first-hand how strong he was. And he was Big Ed's right-hand man.
"Hell, me and Big Ed share everything. You know what I mean? Everything."
"If it's okay with him…" She let her sentence dangle. She doubted Big Ed would be willing to share her with any of the others. Not yet at any rate. She was still too new, a novelty. And Karen vowed to try and keep it that way. Therein lay her power over this gang to get the things she wanted.
"Hey, Big Ed, how about a little tumble with your hot bush here? She says it's okay with her if it's okay with you."
Big Ed walked up and said, "Of course she did."
"What I say goes. Sure, Knuckles. You and me's buddies. Share and share alike, that's the way it's always been."
Knuckles leered at her. Karen got his meaning. Just thinking about screwing the man was getting her hot. A tiny silver-dollar sized patch of wetness appeared at her crotch.
Big Ed saw it and said, "Hell, she's already hot for you. And you a back-door man, too. Pity."
"Both at once? Share and share alike you said."
"Why the fuck not?"
Karen didn't understand what they meant. When they grabbed her and yanked down her jeans, she suddenly realized they were intending to both fuck her at the same time!
Big Ed was going to take her pussy while Knuckles fucked her up the ass. Back-door man, that's what he was called. He must get off on just anal sex. And Big Ed wasn't one to waste a hot pussy.
They were intending to fuck her up the cunt and asshole!
A shiver of delight racked her body. It was so perverse, so damned kinky, she liked it!
She stood, legs spread wide, her blonde pussy mound gleaming like gold in the noonday sun. Arms outstretched for her man, she said, "Come on and get going. I'm not going to wait all day, you know."
"Don't worry. Before we're finished with you, you're going to be sore and hurting in both cunt and ass."
"Yeah," she whispered. "You're both so damned big!"
The man's cock seemed to do a flip flop as he opened his fly. Prick jutting proudly, he moved closer to her. His hands stroked along the soft flesh of her ass, then moved to her hips. One callused hand roughly spread her legs a little farther apart, lingering on the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
"Nice," he muttered. "Real nice." His hand moved slowly upward until his thumb pressed against her pussy lips. She sighed and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Hotly, she whispered in his ear, "Go on, now! Fuck me with that big cock of yours!"
He bent, wiggled into position and straightened his legs. As he came rocketing up, his prick hit dead center of her cunt. She arched her back and cried out as he drilled far up her twat. She was already juicy but his sudden entry took her breath away.
Filled to overflowing with cock, she could only weakly hang around the man's neck. Robbed of all strength, she reveled in the feel of the prick throbbing inside her belly. With a little convulsive ripple, she gripped down on his cock. A wet, lewd squishing noise told her that cunt juices were leaking out around the cock plugging her pussy.
She began twisting from side to side to get the full effect of his prick. The broad arrowheaded crown of his cock spread her cunt walls and threatened to tear her apart. Membranes stretched and she began to really enjoy his length.
Lightning blasted up into her belly, his cock an electrode transmitting the sexual electricity. She could have hung there, arms around his neck, impaled on his spike of prick all day long.
She wasn't allowed to.
"Go on, man. Get in. Hot, damned hot and tight!"
She felt hairy thighs grinding against her naked ass. Hands clenched her asscheeks and pulled them apart. For a moment, the pain was enough to make her certain she was being ripped in two. Then a meaty finger began exploring the humid canyon between her buttocks. It moved slowly, sensuously, until she was a quivering mass of flesh, no longer able to control her emotions.
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."
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