aa end.
'Come on up here, baby, and give me a great big kiss!'
He pulled her to her feet and crushed her cum-drenched lips against his. His tongue invaded her mouth and began searching out every drop of his own cum she hadn't swallowed.
Helping him along, she stroked her jizz-smeared tongue across his. The two of them were locked together at the mouth, exchanging their kiss for long minutes. The world might not have existed. All that mattered to the girl was the powerful embrace locking around her supple body.
She was getting off on this more than she would have believed possible. Not trying to think it through, she just rode with the winds of change blowing through her brain. She was top-dog now. As long as she kept Big Ed happy, he'd do anything she wanted.
Karen realized she had to do a hell of a lot to keep this sex-hungry animal content, but she was willing to pay the price. It was so simple. Just let him do whatever he wanted. She could do that because the return was so big.
Power.
It was a complete power trip. She controlled the one running the gang. She was the power behind the throne. And she was getting sexual kicks out of it, too.
And if she got bored with Big Ed, there was always someone else around. Somehow, when she thought of the power she was building up, even the diseased Ivan didn't seem so bad. The picture of sucking his mottled cock made her a little sick at the stomach, but not like it once did. Not if she could keep the power she was building up that way.
Power.
Power through sex. She was becoming an expert at it. It wouldn't be long before they'd all be afraid of her. Look at what she'd done to Dottie. The woman was still unconscious on the ground. None of the others would try attacking her again – especially if Big Ed was there to back her up.
'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.
