bounced around on the roads like she was, but she concentrated. The feel of his cock in her now well-greased love slot made a lewd smucking noise that could be heard even over the muted roar of the bike.
She relaxed to the feel of his cock fucking her. Each time it left, she relaxed a little more. When the bike and rider came back to earth, his cock rammed hard up her quim. She took it without flinching. And once she had his prick trapped in her hot box, she would squeeze down as hard as she could.
Over and over, they went through this strange ritual. The man realized what the sexy blonde was trying to do. Over the hiss of the wind, he shouted, 'Yeah, baby doll, keep doing that! It feels great!'
But his loins were getting the working over of his life. The bouncing of the cycle pulled him out of her cunt and then shoved him back in – hard. He accepted that. But he loved the feel of the tight pussy all around his prick. There was a tightness about her that none of the others had. They were too well fucked. This was virtually a virgin.
He wanted her more than anything else in the world.
He began driving in hard circles. His cock pressed firmly against the walls of her twat. The heat began seething out of her joy hole and making his balls contract. He felt his scrotum begin to compress to the point where it was actually painful for him to hit the deep chuckholes in the road.
He became more interested in just one hole – hers. The blonde vee of her bush pointed directly down to where his cock would appear and vanish every time he hit a rock or bump in the road.
'What's a matter, Big Ed? Slowing down?' she shouted over the roar of the cycle and the whine of the wind.
He gritted his teeth. She was taunting him! Him, the undisputed leader of this gang!
As the words came out of her mouth, she clamped down firmly with her stomach muscles. Ankles locked behind his back, she was firmly fastened to his waist. That was the way she wanted it.
The vibrating cycle sent waves of carnal delight all through her body. She wouldn't have believed it possible to be able to get so excited – and reined – at the same time. This was a sexual thrill she had never, even in her wildest dreams, imagined.
She began fucking herself on his cock. Not satisfied with the motion of the bike on the road, she began humping up and down. The cock expanded a little in her tiny tunnel. She could feel the broad crown of his prick throbbing with excited blood. There was no way he could deny he was turned on by all this.
She could feel his cock dancing in her sensitive cunt. That was all the inspiration she needed to spur her on to even better things.
Twisting dangerously from side to side, she drove his cock into her twat at new and different angles. Not only was it going directly up her cunt, it was stimulating the sides of her pussy. She was soon gasping in excitement. The entire region of her cunt began to glow white-hot with lust. This was what she'd been looking for all her life and had never known it.
This was being fucked!
She began leaning back and straightening up as much as she could, aided a little by the hot wind slashing at her naked back.
This caused the man's cock to slip in and out of her fevered cunt even faster. She was fucking herself! She was giving him the ride of his life! The feelings rocketing through her body convinced her this was all worth the effort. Never had she felt a man's cock do the things his was doing inside her tight, hot pussy.
'God, you're…' was all she could understand as the expression on his face turned from one of superiority to one of confusion. She was getting to him, getting his rocks off and before he wanted to. That was a big power trip for her, not him.
The blonde teenager continued fucking herself, squeezing down on the trapped cock until she heard the words, 'Brace yourself!'
She managed to look over her shoulder and saw a steep hill. He was going straight up it.
Shuddering against the blast of the wind, she squeezed her legs even tighter around his waist and pulled his cock into her body. The sudden thrust up the hill hit her like a sledgehammer. She felt her body pressed back and down around his impaling spike of prick. Never had a man's cock been driven so hard and deep into her belly.
She began crying out, 'Aiiieeee!' as the emotions locked up in her body were released by the orgasm that racked her.
She felt – dimly through the fog of lust – her cunt walls tightening on the buried cock.
And then she was sailing through the air, weightless.
The bike had crested the hill and had continued upward. There was no easy landing spot. For an eternity, she hung on the slender thread of her climax.
When the bike smashed into the pound, still running and under control, she realized the driver had lost it. She felt the white hot spurts of his cum shooting into her twat. She'd actually brought him off!
All the way back to the camp, they were silent. It was as if Big Ed didn't want to admit defeat. Yet, he had to have a grudging respect for her now, Karen thought. She'd not only taken everything he could dish out, she'd actually managed to milk him of his cum. It had been her cunt which had squeezed and clamped down on his cock; she was the one who'd ridden his spike of pleasure and made him blow his wad.
Still, the man didn't seem like he was going to give in. But Karen realized the tables were slowly turning. And a plan for getting away from this biker gang was forming in her head. Time would tell if it worked out the way it should.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They cruised into camp, Big Ed's cock obviously dead from the trip. He only smirked as he disentangled her legs and tossed her casually to one of the gang.
'Here, untie her. She did real good. When we hit the Launching Pad, it was, wow, Goddamn but I can't even describe how it was!'
'You actually went off the Launching Pad with her wrapped around you?' The voice was draped in awe. This was obviously something no one else had ever done.
Karen was quick to take advantage of the situation. As her hands started to feel the needles of circulation beginning again, she told them, 'Yeah, we did it. When he went off the bill, he was still as rigid as a steel rod inside me. Goddamn but he got off. Just like a rocket. I thought he'd blow my brains out with his cum!'
They all looked at the naked blonde and then back to Big Ed. The man had a funny smile on his face. He knew she didn't have to say anything like that. It was boosting his prestige with the group.
He liked that in a chick.
'Yeah, she's a hot one. A real burning bush, you know? Hey, what about my old lady?'
'Dottie's shit out there with Ivan,' said Knuckles. He laughed and it wasn't pleasant. 'She's still trying to break off that fuck stick of his, I guess. No way. As it rots, it only begins to bend. Won't break for shit, mark my words.'
'Well, tell them to knock it off and I don't mean another piece of ass. My balls hurt and I want her to lick them for me.'
Someone snickered lewdly and got the sharp response from Big Ed, 'I don't want to hear nothing about this chick. Baby doll here done real good out there and any man who says different has to say it to me. Dig?'
'Uh, sure, Big Ed,' came the chorus. It was obvious the man ruled this mangy pack by fear alone. This crystallized Karen's conviction of how to get free of them all.
She said, 'How about some clothes? You ripped mine off.'
'Give her something. Dottie's got a spare set of jeans, I think. Take those.'
'The hell you say!' came the anguished cry. 'I'm not givin' nothing to that cunt! Nothing except a slow death!'
Dottie came into the camp, clutching her jeans to her body. Her work shirt was ripped and her panties were in tatters. Ivan hadn't been exactly easy with her.
Karen felt no sympathy whatsoever. This was the woman who'd done her damnedest to humiliate her. She might have been off and away if it hadn't been for Dottie's intervention – and with that horrid gasoline can
