Norma Egan - Daddy_s slut girl

It was Ted's busy finger which really decided her. While he waited for her to answer him, he kept sawing his stiff middle finger in and out of her soaking little twat, making her writhe in horny need. It felt so damned good – perhaps a thick cock would feel even better.

"Okay, Ted," she said breathlessly, "I'll try it. But don't be too rough, okay?"

"Sure, baby," Ted said delightedly. "We'll do it any way you want."

He couldn't help grinning as he quickly shucked his clothes. The suspense and worry were over. He was assured of getting laid. As he pulled off his shorts, his rampant young cock snapped up to point at the roof of the car, stiff and pale and swollen. The knob was dark-red with suffused blood, and the pinprick cum-slit was drooling thick cream. He felt he'd never had such an achingly erect hard-on in his life.

Cindy gawked shamelessly at his hard prick. It was only the second cock she'd ever seen, and she was rapidly memorizing its appearance, comparing it to Pop's. Again Ted was the winner. Pop's cock had been so red and wrinkled and ugly, but Ted's cock seemed beautiful to her. His dick shot up stiff and milky-white from clean crisp golden-brown crotch curls, and his balls were fat and smooth and rosy – unlike Pop's vile-smelling, wrinkled bags. His young prick seemed smooth and pure and handsome to her, the knob a delicious red.

Cindy shyly reached out to pet the rigid white rod. It felt like hot silk to her, wonderfully smooth and clean. She petted the tool briefly, making Ted shiver with excitement. His cream bubbled out furiously from the dark hole of his knob, running down his rigid prick-shaft. It wet Cindy's fingers, and she giggled and jerked her hand away. She still didn't like getting that weird sticky stuff on her.

Ted was just as glad she didn't go on petting his dick. It was fun, but he was in acute danger of coming, of shooting his jism all over the car. He didn't want to come yet. He eyed the delicious smiling girl as she sank down submissively on the seat of the car. He gently drew her legs apart, and she didn't protest. Panting with horny anticipation, Ted threw himself between her silky legs and began blindly probing with his cock, seeking the entrance to her cunt.

Cindy eased her legs a little wider apart, assisting him, but she was too inexperienced to take his cock and guide it to her cunt-mouth. She waited, a little fearful, but still boiling with curiosity. She didn't consider that she'd had a real fuck with Pop. She'd been too stunned and repulsed to notice how getting screwed felt. With Ted she was going to concentrate, learn. She'd know what the other girls knew…

Ted moaned hoarsely when his drooling, swollen cock-head at last popped into the wet, recessed mouth of her young cunt. He pushed into her hole very slowly, so as not to slip out again. Her cunt was scalding hot, soaking wet, and fantastically tight. He'd never fucked a cunt so tight before. He whined shrilly. Usually he didn't make noises like that. He kept his cool, acted like a man. But he'd gotten so excited with their foreplay, and she had such a fuckin' terrific cunt, that he couldn't suppress his natural responses.

"Awwww, Christ," he whined, "it feels so damn good…"

Cindy slipped her arms around him, liking the soft, warm contact of naked flesh, and concentrated on how it felt to have a rigid thick cock entering her pussy. Her almost-virgin cunt felt very full, and at first his prick seemed too hard and sharp. The farther into her snatch his cock went, however, the nicer it felt. Pleasant burning sensations radiated from her stuffed twat as his stiff rod passed over her sensitive little clit, making it tingle and moisten.

Ted began to move his cock in her hole, humping her in light, short strokes. He was panting with excitement, his taut young balls flapping against her butt. Cindy found that each quick, hard stroke of his cock sent melting pleasure through her cunt, and soon she was getting into the act, pumping her pussy up and down to meet his jabbing cock. That made it feel even better.

Ted's crisp crotch bush ground into the fine soft curls of her beaver, and their bellies smacked loudly together. She'd asked him to be gentle, but in his excitement he got carried away and began fucking her fast and hard and deep. Cindy didn't mind. Her own instincts told her to fuck faster, too, to take his rigid prick as deep into her boiling cunt as she could. The faster and harder they fucked, the hotter the friction, the more dizzying the pleasure.

"Ooohhh!" Cindy squealed. "It's great, Ted! I love it! Keep doing it hard like that! Yeah, yeah!"

If this was fucking, she definitely liked it. Or at least she liked it with Ted. Pop had made it seem so brutal and disgusting, but Ted only excited her more and more. His stiff adolescent prick dug into her hole deep and hard and fast, making her horny little cunt burn and flood. She felt mounting pleasure, the urge to arch her body sharply under his so that her greedy clit was rubbed hard each time he lunged into her gushing twat.

"Ahhhh!" she wailed. "So fuckin' good! Aaaggghhhh!"

Ted felt her coming. There was no mistaking it. Some girls hardly moved or even quickened their breathing, but Cindy pulled out all the stops. Her tight little cunt grew even tighter around his plunging rod, squeezing and gripping his cock like a velvet vise. Her cunt-cream showered out, hot and steamy, all around his buried prick. She screeched and wailed her pleasure, and her delicious little body went into violent spasms.

Ted valiantly fucked away, letting her spin out her orgasm before he took his.

He moaned hoarsely, and then she felt a flood of hot, wet jism deep in her cock-stuffed cunt…

Ted had wanted to fuck her again, but Cindy felt she ought to be on her way. The sun was coming up, and it was just remotely possible that Pop might wake up early, notice her absence, and send the pigs after her. He didn't love her, of course. He'd complained for years that she was a nuisance, a drag on his freedom. But after last night he had a powerful motive for keeping her. "From now on," he'd said, "you're my whore."

Cindy imagined how it would be not only to take his beatings and endure his drunken raving, but also to have to fuck him anytime he wanted it – or be beaten even worse. No way. Nothing could persuade her to return to that life. She was going to find her mother and live decently for a change. California seemed a million miles away, and she was scared and almost broke, but she felt she had no other choice.

Ted let her off on the freeway, and Cindy almost panicked when he drove away. She hadn't known him long, but he seemed like the only friend she had. Then she got her courage up again by thinking of Pop and how he'd brutally raped her.

Cindy put out her thumb and waited. The early April dawn was foggy and cold, and she hoped she wouldn't have to wait very long. In the distance she saw an enormous truck approaching, one with two huge trailers. Its roaring almost deafened her, and it seemed to strain with its load. She smiled and waved as it approached, and the driver grinned and waved back.

The huge truck groaned past her and slowly drew to a stop. Cindy gawked at it for a moment, then ran to catch up. She'd been lucky. She had a ride already.

The driver had the passenger door open and was leaning out to grin at her when she got there. He helped her climb up – it was a very long way. Cindy shivered deliciously in the warmth of the cab. She felt excited about riding in one of these giants of the road – it would be much more interesting than a car.

"I'm not supposed to give rides," the driver said in a raspy voice. "So if any other trucks come by, you duck, okay?"

"Sure, mister," said Cindy. "Thanks a lot for picking me up. It was so cold out there."