Norma Egan - Daddy_s slut girl

"Real nice tits," he sighed. "Biggest I seen in a long time. I screwed this chick last week in Jersey – man, that poor broad had nothing. I mean nothing. Flat as a board. But she could fuck." He sighed at the memory. "Christ, could she fuck. I hope you're half as good, doll."

"I told you," Cindy said stiffly. "I'm a virgin."

His leathery face lit up. "Oh, yeah, I forgot. Well, that's far-out. I ain't popped a cherry in a long long time. There was this chick in New York a couple years ago."

Cindy closed her ears to his male bragging. Her whole image of Mike was shattered. He'd seemed such a good guy, but he turned out to be just a user of women, ignoring them as human beings, wanting only their cunts. Cindy tried not to shiver with loathing as his big rough hands tugged lewdly at her tits.

"Well, okay, get on with it," he was saying. He'd finished his anecdote and was looking impatiently at her. "Take off the rest of your clothes."

Cindy blushed and began pulling off her jeans. Mike watched attentively and muttered, "Nice legs." Cindy felt like livestock on display. She blushed even deeper as she removed her panties. Mike began breathing hard and fast when she uncovered her cute little golden muff, and he reached down to touch it.

"You're a real cute girl," he said. "Real nice body."

Thanks a lot, you creep. Cindy thought indignantly. She ached for Ted, for his tenderness and warmth. To this brutish truck driver she was just a pair of tits and a fuckable cunt. He cared nothing for her.

He petted her soft little snatch for a moment, then thrust his hand roughly between her legs, feeling the plump folds of her slit. "Your cunt's dry, baby," he said. "What's the matter? You ain't hot for me?"

"No, I'm not," Cindy said angrily. "Just go ahead and get it over with, will you?"

"That's exactly what I intend to do," said Mike.

He opened his jeans and slid them down to his knees, not bothering to undress all the way. He wore no shorts. Cindy looked aghast at his thickly furred belly. The man seemed covered with hair, like an animal. The belly fur merged with the dark, wiry crotch bush, leaving no gaps, and his cock seemed startlingly white in comparison with the black mat of hairs. His balls were thick with hair, too, gross and fat and menacing. Cindy found him thoroughly repulsive.

"Okay, let's get that little pussy of yours ready," he said eagerly.

He pushed her back against the passenger door, and Cindy flinched at the cold touch of metal on her bare back and butt. Roughly, as if manipulating a puppet, Mike seized her left leg and drew it up high, hooking her heel over the back of the seat. He pushed her right leg down off the seat till her foot touched the floor. He had opened her legs almost painfully wide, so that her whole cunt was lewdly displayed to his bright, leering eyes.

He just sat there and looked at her splayed-open cunt, and Cindy blushed beet-red. She felt so exposed, so humiliated. Her little golden muff was split to reveal the bright-red shaft of her clit, and the delicate hairline of her snatch was drawn wide apart to show the moist pink lips of her cunt. He could even see her asshole. Nothing was hidden from his leering hungry eyes.

"Real nice little pussy," he said appreciatively. "Smaller than most, but I guess that's 'cause you're still growing. How old are you, anyhow?"

"Eighteen," Cindy said.

He reached out and touched the tender pink folds of her pussy. Cindy gasped and flinched, but she couldn't move away because she was already right up against the door. Mike didn't do nice things to her like Ted had done, didn't toy with her clit or try to arouse her. Instead he roughly forced a thick finger right up her dry cunt-hole.

"Owwww!" wailed Cindy. "That hurts!"

He ignored her, wriggling his stiff finger in her box clear to the last knuckle. He probed around inside her hole, then jerked his head up and looked her in the eye.

"You ain't no virgin," he said. "You got a tight cunt, but not that tight. And you been fucking somebody, too. Not too long ago." He whipped his finger out of her hot little box and displayed the white sticky stuff he'd found. His finger glistened with Ted's jism – and maybe Pop's, too. Cindy blushed hotly.

He stuck the wet finger in front of her nose, and she cringed as she smelled the strong spermy odor. "Yeah, you know what that is, don't you, you lying little bitch," he said contemptuously. "Well, I ain't gonna be gentle with you any more. Some other dick has been in there ahead of mine, that's for sure. You may be young, but you been around."

Cindy hated him. What damned business was it of his if she'd fucked other men? What right did he have to look down on her and call her names? He was just like Pop, calling a woman a whore if she just did what came naturally. She didn't want to fuck this man, she wanted to knee him right in his ugly hairy balls.

She knew better than to try it, though. The powerful truck driver could break her jaw in one blow, mar her pretty face forever. So she just sat there trembling with suppressed anger while Mike knelt between her obscenely spread legs and directed the knobby red head of his prick into her cunt-mouth.

He grunted and pushed. Her tiny pussy-mouth was like dry rubber, resisting him, irritating the sensitive head of his cock. "Hell," he said, "your cunt's too dry. That ain't no fun."

He pulled back and reached behind the seat into some compartment and got a jar of Vaseline. He scooped out a big fingerful of the stuff and rubbed it all over his thick short prick. Then he approached her again, jabbing his stubby stiff dick up into the recessed valley of her cunt-mouth. This time his cock slid into her twat easily.

"EEEeee!" Mike squealed like a stuck pig as he felt his achingly bloated prick sliding into the delicious snug heat of her young cunt. "Baby, are you tight! Ahhh, Jesus, that's good cunt."

Cindy felt nothing, at least nothing pleasant. He knelt there, not touching her except with his prick, and there was enough distance between them so she could watch his cock going into her pussy. From her vantage point the pale stub seemed to be swallowed up into a little hairy hole. Her cunt felt very full. His dick was thicker than Pop's or Ted's, stretching her little pussy-lips very wide. His cock wasn't long enough to penetrate all the way to the end of her cunt, but it filled her hole stiffly, thoroughly. He sank his rod in all the way to his bloated nuts, and Cindy felt their coarse hair tickling and irritating her tender ass.

Mike raised his head and looked her in the eye. He was grinning lewdly, triumphantly. "My cock's all the way in you now, baby," he rasped. "How does it feel? You like it?"

Cindy's pert childish face wrinkled with disgust. "Oh, just do it," she snapped. "Do it and get it over with. I want to get away from you."

Mike laughed. "Well, maybe you'll change your mind when we get to really fucking. If you screwed before, you musta liked it. Come on, baby, you can tell me. Who'd you fuck with – your boyfriend? Did he get your little pussy all wet an' hot? Did it feel good when he stuck that stiff meat in there?"

"Oh, God," Cindy moaned, breaking into tears, "will you shut up? Will you just fuck me and let me go?"

"You said a naughty word," Mike chuckled. "But, okay, little girl, I'll just fuck you. I won't say no more. You ain't worth talkin' to anyhow."

He started to screw her, jerking his thick rigid meat swiftly in and out of her tight little cunt. The Vaseline made it lewdly noisy, an embarrassing squishy, slurpy sound that made Cindy blush and Mike grin. His coarse-haired balls slapped roughly against her little butt. He watched his own performance with unconcealed glee, noticed how his abnormally thick cock stretched her adolescent pussy-lips almost to bursting.