Norma Egan - Daddy_s slut girl

At least he was diplomatic. He didn't question her, didn't even ask her name. It seemed too good to be true – and that turned out to be exactly the case when he pulled off the road just outside of Denver. He drove behind some bushes, stopped the car, and turned to smile blandly at Cindy.

"Well?" he said.

Cindy understood at once. He'd given her a ride, bought her a big breakfast, kept from prying into her affairs. All he wanted in exchange was to get laid. She should have known.

She had a choice of quietly cooperating, getting it over with, or creating a big scene and possibly getting hurt. All she wanted was to get back on the road, on to Los Angeles, as quickly as possible, so she decided to get it over with.

"You want me to undress?" she said tonelessly.

Simmons smiled. "You catch on quick," he said. "That's good. I hate arguments. No, you don't have to undress, not all the way. Just lower your jeans and panties. I got to get on to Denver and keep an appointment."

Cindy was glad he was in a hurry, too. She wasn't at all excited about fucking him, but she quickly pushed down her jeans and panties and lay down on the seat of the car. Simmons flushed a little and an excited gleam came into his eyes when he saw her taut creamy belly and the sweet golden puff of her beaver. "You're real pretty," he said. "I wish we had longer together."

Cindy didn't answer. She just lay there, waiting to get the screw over with. Simmons lowered his pants to his knees and crawled over her. She had a brief glimpse of his stiff pink peter – a little less than average size – and then he was sighing and lowering himself onto her. He poked his prick into her cunt and began to fuck her. He screwed in short little humps, panting lightly. It felt kind of good, and Cindy gave a little sigh and opened her legs wider.

Suddenly the car door was wrenched open with a loud metallic groan.

"What the fuck?" exclaimed Simmons, half rising off Cindy to stare at the intruder.

Cindy stared, too. The car seemed to be surrounded by grinning teenage boys. They were looking in all the windows, pointing and sniggering, and one of them had opened the driver's door. He had long greasy black hair and needed a shave. Like the others, he was dressed in blue denim pants and jacket and was wearing cowboy boots. He grinned evilly.

"Just take it easy, Pops," he drawled. "We only want your wallet."

Simmons, an experienced traveler, studied the guy a moment, then sighed and reached for his pants. He took out the wallet and handed it to the guy. The stringy-haired guy rifled through it, pocketed the money, and dropped the wallet in the dirt. Then he swiftly produced a blackjack and hit Simmons over the head. Simmons dropped heavily, like a stunned whale, knocking the breath out of Cindy.

"Get him off her," somebody said. "Tie him up, put him in the back seat."

Cindy felt Simmons' limp body being pulled off her, his half-limp cock slipping out of her cunt. She was going to pull up her jeans, but someone seized her from behind and dragged her out of the car. She almost tripped, for her jeans and panties had fallen down around her ankles, but rough hands held her on her feet.

The stringy-haired guy, apparently the gang leader, stood before her, grinning and ogling her snatch. "Sorry to interrupt your fuck," he said. "That's just the way things fall out sometime. But don't worry – me an' my friends'll make it up to you."

There was a chorus of sniggers and raucous laughter. "Okay, Donny, you hold her," the leader said. "We'll get this ole boy squared away."

The one named Donny – she couldn't see him, for he stood behind her – held her tightly while the others tied up Simmons and stuffed him in the back of the car. Cindy was terrified. She'd heard horrible stories about motorcycle gangs and what they did to girls alone – and this seemed to be one of those gangs.

Their cycles were parked a little distance away, near an open case of beer. They must have been drinking there when Simmons drove up, and in his excitement he didn't notice them. The guys were in their late teens, affecting the manner of rough young punks. They were unkempt, with filthy long hair and several days growth of whiskers. There were five of them.

Cindy spoke tensely. "They didn't kill him, did they?"

Donny laughed behind her. "Shit, no, honey. We ain't bad guys. We just want a little fun. That ole boy'll come to in a couple hours. He'll just have a bump on his head, that's all. You relax now."

Relax? Cindy thought she'd die of fright. She didn't know whether to believe Donny or not, and she prayed that Simmons wasn't badly hurt. He wasn't a bad old guy, really. Like all men, he only wanted a piece of her ass, but at least he hadn't wanted to hurt her. And if they'd killed him, they'd certainly have no qualms about killing Cindy.

The others finished putting Simmons in the back seat, pushing him down so he couldn't be seen, and then they swaggered back to where Donny held Cindy. The guys ogled her exposed pussy, and she fought back tears of fright and humiliation.

"Things sure turned out just right," said the leader, grinning at her. "We been out all night, ain't found no tail yet. You came along just in time, little girl." He snapped an order. "Get her over there by the cycles. Spread out one of the bed rolls."

Donny picked her up and carried her, setting her down on a greasy blanket inside the circle of motorcycles. Cindy stared up in horror at the group of grinning guys standing over her. "Get her clothes off," said the leader. "I wanta see more."

Again the harsh raucous laughter. Cindy began to sob as the guys tugged her jeans and panties off her ankles, then tore at her shirt and bra and jacket. When she lay naked on the blanket, they stood over her, gawking and grinning, exchanging comments.

"That looks like some real nice pussy."

"She's a real pretty one, all right."

"Man, I can hardly wait to get me some of that."

Cindy wept helplessly. "Oh, please," she cried, "don't rape me!"

That really amused them. They howled with laughter, slapping their knees. The leader spat in contempt. "Aw, come on, now, baby," he said. "You were fuckin' that old guy. Don't make no difference if you fuck us."

Cindy blushed miserably. In her panic she'd forgotten that they'd caught her in the act Simmons lying on her, obviously humping her. They thought she was easy, of course, that they could do anything they wanted with her. She couldn't fight all of them off, either. All she could do was endure. She prayed they wouldn't hurt her. Panic gripped her, sheer animal fright, and her bladder threatened to empty.

"I-I have to go to the bathroom," she whimpered.

The guys snickered. "Well, there ain't no bathroom out here," said the leader, "so you'll just have to squat. Hurry it up, though. Me an' my buddies are mighty horny."

Cindy got up and started for the nearest bushes, but the leader clapped a hand on her shoulder and stopped her. "Right here," he said. "We ain't givin' you a chance to run away."

Her blush covered her whole body. She was ashamed to pee in front of all those guys, but she couldn't hold it back. Her bladder ached. Miserably, she squatted and pissed into the dirt. The gang watched her, grinning and poking each other in the ribs. She'd never felt so humiliated in her life.

When she was finished, she came back and lay down on the blanket without being asked. She knew she had no choice in the matter. Again she prayed that they'd be content to rape her, that they wouldn't want to beat her up or kill her. The leader was already unbuckling his belt, dropping his jeans.

He wore no shorts, and Cindy saw his erect cock, standing straight up and hugging his belly. As far as her experience went, it was a good-size cock, nothing unusual about it. The gang all kept their eyes on Cindy, and they weren't laughing now. A strange expectant hush came over them, and they watched intently as their leader knelt down and separated Cindy's legs. His face was impassive, as if he felt he should show no excitement or emotion. Cindy stared down at his erect reddish dick. That thing was going to be in her cunt in just a moment, and there was nothing she could do about it.