spout.
'Do I have to strange the old broad or do I get the clothes?' Karen demanded boldly, her green eyes peering directly at Big Ed.
He imperiously motioned to one of the gang to get the clothes.
'You sonuvabitch!' Dottie screamed. 'What're you doing, replacing me with her? That little piece of blonde ass? You like that better than me?'
Big Ed leaned back against his motorcycle saying, 'Well, now, that's a bit hard for me to say whether I like you better or not. I just finished fucking her while we went off the Launching Pad. My balls are real sore, after the cum she gave me. Can you match that?'
'Off the Launching Pad?' Dottie mumbled. It was obvious she had no real desire to duplicate the feat.
'SO why don't you close your mouth… around my cock and suck on it a while. I might decide to keep you if you give me some good head.'
'Nobody gives head better'n me, Big Ed.'
'That's right,' came a voice from the back, 'nobody can. Anyone, though, that's different!'
Laughing produced a fresh burst of anger from the woman. Big Ed reached out and grabbed a handful of hair. Pulling her down to her knees, he said, 'Suck.'
She got the message.
Her hands reached out as if touching some religious artifact. She gently lifted his balls and cupped them in her hand, her mouth working closer and closer to his cock. Hot breath gusted trough the tangled forest of his bush. When she actually touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, an electric spark ran through his body.
The galvanic jolt was apparent to all who were watching. A couple cheered. One said, 'Go on and stuff it all the way in, Dottie. Your mouth is plenty big!'
The woman turned to say something, but Big Ed's hand on her head prevented it. She went back to his groin, moving closer so that she could take the crown of his cock into her mouth. A rough, wet tongue lanced out and began a slow circuit around his glans.
The saliva glistened in the hot sun, taking on an inner glow of its own. She sucked until her cheeks went hollow, then started eating him one inch at a time.
The first inch took the purpled hood of his cock entirely into her mouth. She used her teeth to give him an added thrill. The hardness of her teeth contrasted delightfully with the soft wetness of her lips. And her tongue was never resting.
Constantly moving, it stroked and caressed the sensitive underside of his prick until he was groaning. She sucked in another inch of his meaty prick and swirled her tongue all the way around it. Once she tried to cram her tongue down the tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his cock. She failed; she knew she would but trying was so much fun!
The man looked down at the brown hair floating all over his crotch in wild disarray. The sight of his cock vanishing between her lips was enough to get him hot and ready to fuck. But the feel of her mouth all over the end of his prick was what really sent the sensual thrills of delight into his body. The way he was growing more and more rigid, he was sure he'd split a seam at any instant.
That was the last thing he wanted to do.
He had to constantly prove he was a better man than any of the others. Losing his position as leader was unthinkable. If he couldn't stand up to a little mouth love, he wasn't fit to lead. Using iron control, he kept back the flood of his cum.
'That's the way, Dottie. Just keep sucking. You're doing good, real good.'
'Yeah, she's a first-class cocksucker!' someone roared. A meaty chunk followed and silenced the voice. The next thing Karen heard was the wet, squishy noises of a cunt being fucked. That was this biker gang's way of silencing outcries.
If you couldn't knock their teeth out, fuck'em. Literally.
She was fascinated watching the woman giving head to the leader of the gang. It was one thing to be involved in fellatio as a participant, something else to watch.
It was a big turn-on for the teenager. She found herself getting hot as she watched one inch after another of the man's monstrous cock vanish into the woman's mouth. Her lips parted just enough to take in the cock. And the way her jaws were working, the blonde was certain the woman was using her tongue to good advantage up and down the buried length of cock.
The man had reached down and put his hand on the back of the woman's head. With slow, hard pressure, he was guiding her in the rhythm he preferred.
'Go, baby, go!' he urged her on.
All the woman could do was mumble around a mouthful of hard, virile cock.
'Yeah, that's the way I like it. Use your tongue, ummm, yeah, good, that's it! Goddamn, yeah!'
Karen was getting hotter watching the mouth love. She turned and a couple behind her were fucking their brains out. That was where the obscene squishing noise was coming from. One of the gang had mounted up on his woman and was fucking her like a bitch. Both of them seemed to be working together.
As her hips shot back, he drove forward – hard – with his. A huge red cock was vanishing between pinkly scalloped pussy lips with every stroke. They were fucking so hard, they were oblivious to everything around them.
Karen realized this might be the time to get away. And then she quickly revised her plans. Running wouldn't do her any good if they decided to come after her. The choppers could go across the desert and catch up to her in a few minutes. And they wouldn't be around here screwing the rest of the day.
Sooner or later, they would discover her missing.
They might even kill her if they caught her. She'd seen how brutal they could be in the gentler things like lovemaking – the way they fucked, there was nothing gentle about it.
Something else came into Karen's head. Nothing gentle about the fucking. She was sort of turned on by that thought. She didn't understand it. A thing which should have repulsed her was making her hot and itchy in the cunt.
Maybe the roughness was what she really got off on. There was no doubt she'd enjoyed going off the top of the hill with Big Ed's cock crammed all the way up her cunt. The sudden weightless feeling and his cum were worth everything they'd done to her.
She couldn't run; they'd catch her easily. Even more confusing to the teenager was the vague thought that she wanted to stay. These were crude, obscene, brutal people. They weren't her type at all.
But she wanted Big Ed for her own.
And she had to stand and watch Dottie sucking on his cock, the man obviously enjoying it.
He was leaning back against his bike, legs spread so the woman could get her face down on his prick. From the sighs of pleasure he was making, there couldn't be any chance he wasn't getting off in a big way on having her mouth all over his cock.
A full five inches of his cock was in her mouth now. The woman was having a harder time keeping her tongue in place. She cradled his cock as it entered her face. He hadn't gotten to the point yet where he wanted to really fuck her face – when he did, she would have to watch out. She didn't want to choke on that long, hard cock of his.
The musky taste of his prick turned her inside out with desire. Her cunt was beginning to drool in spite of the number of times Ivan and Knuckles had screwed her.
The cock in her mouth was tastier than anyone else's in the gang. And she appreciated it more than anyone else could.
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
