Norma Egan - Daddy_s slut girl

"W-What…" she stammered.

Pete pulled her gently to him. "Don't sweat it, baby," he said softly, hotly. "It's okay. Nobody'll ever know. Let's just have some fun, okay? You take it easy…"

Cindy's head swam, half with lust and half with fright. It seemed terribly wrong to get it on with two men at once, yet she wanted both of them, was hotly turned on by both of them, dark Pete and blond Tom. She was paralyzed by indecision, and she allowed Pete to pull her up against him, her bare back against his tickling hair-matted chest. She sat with her butt between his legs, and she could feel his iron-hard prick rubbing in the crease of her ass. He slipped his hands around her and cupped her hot swollen boobs, gently squeezing them.

Tom knelt between her legs and quickly slipped off the crumpled towel which now covered only her midsection. She sat there naked for both young men to ogle. She blushed and squirmed, but Pete held her tight, his sweaty hands clamped onto her quivering tits.

"It's okay," he said again in that hot hungry voice which was yet so soft and compelling. "Relax, Cindy, relax… We're all friends… It'll be good, baby, real good."

Cindy whimpered, panicked but still too stunned to move. Tom's face was hot with excitement as he lifted her legs, bending them at the knee and sliding them wide apart. He stared briefly at her exposed, juice-shiny slit, then shivered and moved towards her. Cindy watched, as if in a dream, as he seized his erect prick and guided it into her creamy little cunt-mouth.

"Ahhhh!" she cried.

His cock was inside her, and it felt wonderful. She gave up all thought of resistance and just let him fuck her. She had to admit it was quite a turn-on getting fucked by one handsome guy while another held her and played with her tits. She began to grin lustily, shamelessly.

"Oh, Jesus," Tom gasped, "ohhhh…"

He'd slid his hands under her butt, bringing their crotches right together, and he was humping her in short greedy strokes, his face red with horny pleasure. It was a squishy loud fuck, and Cindy responded with little squeals and gasps of delight. She let her head fall back on Pete's shoulder, and the dark-haired young man stretched his head around to kiss her, wriggling his tongue naughtily in her mouth. Cindy was so hot, she felt herself drooling on him. He broke the kiss and laughed softly.

"Is it good, sweetheart?" he whispered. "Is my buddy a good cocksman?"

"Ummm!" gurgled Cindy, almost too carried away to speak. "It feels wonderful!"

Pete squeezed her tits again, and they both stared down at Tom's flying cock, a stiff reddish rod that poked again and again into her hair-fringed creamy twat, emerging wet and gleaming with cunt-juice. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding her higher and higher toward orgasm, and suddenly it exploded inside her, a stinging climax that made her shriek. She arched her head sharply back on Pete's shoulder, and he bent to whisper to her.

"Yeah, come, baby, come!" he said hotly. "Come for my buddy! Take that good hard meat, sweetheart, take it!"

Cindy's high-pitched little squeals filled the room, and her slim hips bucked wildly as Tom jabbed his rigid prick in her climaxing cunt. She heard him gasp loudly, and then she felt his jism flooding into her hole, soaking and overflowing her convulsing twat. In a second Pete backed off from behind her, laying her gently down on the bed, and she felt Tom's limp wet meat slipping out of her flooded box. There was panting, the creak of bedsprings, and then she felt a brand-new cock, hard and stiff, snaking deliciously into her cum-soaked cunt. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Pete sinking down on her, his face as red and excited as Tom's had been.

Pete began to hump her hard and quick, and instantly she wanted it again. Her first climax had hardly faded away, yet she was hot and horny for her second cock of the evening. She squealed and threw her legs up around Pete's pounding sweaty body, wrapping her calves around his waist and digging his cock deep into her clinging hole. His prick felt red-hot and steely hard in her blazing tight cunt.

"Yes, yes," she panted, "give it to me! Fuck me!"

"Baby, you better believe I'll fuck you," Pete laughed breathlessly.

Tom lay close beside them, watching, and he reached out to play with Cindy's big wobbling tits. He caught her eye and grinned. "Hey, Cindy," he said, "having fun? My buddy's some stud, huh?"

Cindy only gurgled wetly in reply. She couldn't chat now. She was busy grinding her hot little pussy furiously around the thick hard pole of Pete's fast-driving prick, shamelessly rubbing her greedy clit against his stiff cock-shaft. Ravenous for another climax, she fucked the sweating gasping young man as hard as he was fucking her.

"Deeper!" she wailed. "Fuck me deeper! I want to get fucked hard! Ohhhh, God, harder! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Pete gasped and chuckled, "Baby, this is the best I got to offer! Oh, man, you're burning my prick off… So fuckin' hot!"

When they climaxed, they were drenched with sweat, and Pete rolled off her, panting and laughing wonderingly at the hot little chick they'd acquired. Cindy no sooner caught her breath than she reached out shyly but determinedly and began to pet Tom's half-limp, juice-smeared cock. A crazy lust possessed her, as if she could never get enough fucking.

"More," she said huskily, "I want more…"

Cindy stood on the freeway outside St. Louis, her thumb cocked at the on-coming cars. Her cunt felt numb and wet, as well it should have – she and Tom and Pete had fucked all night. Recalling the wild session with the two young men, Cindy blushed but smiled. It was naughty, but it sure as hell had been fun. Once they'd both tried to jam their cocks into her cunt at once, all of them giggling like crazy, but her hole was too small and it didn't work. They'd parted the best of friends that morning, and the guys had driven her to the edge of town and even given her five dollars.

Cindy shivered a little in the early-morning breeze. The fun was over, and she figured she wouldn't be lucky enough to find people like Tom and Pete again, friendly gentle people who didn't want to exploit her. No, her next ride was more likely to be a sadistic brute like Mike. She steeled herself, for it. She had to take whatever she got, if she was to reach California.

A car slowed for her, and Cindy was enormously relieved to see that the driver was a woman. She could relax now and not worry about being raped. She grinned and ran to catch up with the car.

"Hello," the woman said, smiling pleasantly. "Want a ride?"

"I sure do," said Cindy. "I'm trying to get to California."

The woman looked amused. "Well, I'm not going quite that far, only to Kansas City, but you're welcome to ride along."

Cindy remembered the map Pete had shown her. Kansas City wasn't very far away, but it was on the main route to California. "That'd be great," she said.

She got in on the passenger side, and the big comfortable American car purred back onto the freeway. It was like riding on a cloud compared to Tom's bone-rattling VW bug. Cindy sighed and relaxed. The woman began chatting about some meeting she'd been to in St. Louis, and Cindy thought her husky voice was pleasant. She didn't care for her style of dressing very much, though. The woman wore a mannish tailored pantsuit and flat shoes, and her auburn hair was cut very short, almost like one of the old ducktail haircuts of the 50's. She had a handsome face but wore no make-up, which made her look rather severe. Cindy guessed the woman was in her early forties.

Her name was Emily Trout, Cindy learned in the course of their conversation, and she was unmarried, in the retail clothing business, and lived with her older brother in Kansas City. She seemed brisk, competent, and content with her lot, although Cindy pitied her. It must be awful to go all your life without a man.