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.
Wiggling her hips from side to side, all the time keeping his cock planted far up her cunt, she came.
The universe shattered around her. The gripping hands on her boobs helped push her over the brink of orgasm. The cock stirring her guts around helped. And the thought she was the one on top, she was the one who was leading him through the fucking, set her off.
As she drifted down from her climax, she found nothing much had changed. His lingers had found the tiny spires of her nipples. The little mushrooms were now hard pebbles begging for attention.
He gave it to them.
Forefinger and thumb rotated the nubbins around and around until she was sure he'd rip them off her boobs. He didn't. The next move was to crush them down into the marshmallow underpinning until she moaned in constant delight. The sensations filling her body were totally wanton. She'd never felt more sinful in her eighteen years.
'Like that, huh? So how about giving me a little fucking?' He arched his back and lifted her body entirely off
