Norma Egan - Daddy_s slut girl

Cindy was beginning to get some pretty good friction now as his grossly thick meat rubbed hard in her tight cunt, and she had to admit it was halfway fun. She hated the man, but, as she'd learned with Ted, fucking was pretty good stuff. Mike raised himself a little, leaned farther towards her, so that his hard cock-shaft sawed back and forth over her tender clit. Cindy began getting sharp jolts of pleasure.

"Ohhhh!" she gasped. "Oohhh!"

Her cunt stopped resisting his prick and went wide and hot and receptive. Her twat creamed helplessly, a slight eager moistening at first, then a scalding flood of cunt-juice. Mike felt it boiling around his jabbing prick, and again he scrutinized her, leering right into her eyes.

"Yeah, get wet for me, doll," he rasped. "I felt that, I felt that good juice. Now you're digging it. You know I fuck good. Tell me about it. Tell me how you love the way my cock's screwing you."

"Noooo!" squealed Cindy.

The word was negative, but the sound was joyful. She couldn't hold back those incoherent noises of pleasure, her sighs and squeals and moans, as Mike's thick rock-hard meat sawed deliciously over her horny little clit and deep into her boiling tight cunt. She just couldn't help it, it felt so nice. Dizzily she looked down at her pronged cunt and watched his thick dong pumping busily and in and out of her hair-fringed twat. His pale cock-shaft got wetter and wetter as her cunt kept creaming on it, and the noise of his fucking was lewdly loud, an obscene squishy-farty noise. Somehow even the noise turned her on.

Mike gazed gloatingly, hotly, at the panting teenager as she took the powerful deep thrusts of his iron-hard meat. He saw that he was turning her on. Her superb round tits had swelled up tight with arousal, the pink nipples standing out pointed and hard. Her pretty face was flushed a mottled pink, and her big blue eyes were wide and hot and glazed. Her little pink tongue nipped out to lick her lips, dry from panting. She was moaning hoarsely, continuously, as he fucked her.

"Come on, baby, come on," he chanted, "tell me, tell me how good my cock feels. I wanta hear it. You love it, don't you?"

Cindy sobbed and shook her head, but he knew she was sobbing from excitement, not fright. Her cunt was creaming like crazy, so that it was like fucking a tight sponge. He'd never known a woman to cream like that, overflowing her own cunt so that the stuff squirted out to wet his belly. He raised himself higher, so that he sawed powerfully on her tiny hot clit, and the girl screamed.

Then suddenly he stopped. He held his prick absolutely still inside her flooded cunt, and Cindy gawked at him in keen disappointment. Just when it was getting so good… God, she needed him now. She needed that thick hard cock working in her horny snatch.

He grinned cruelly. "Now you gonna tell me how much you like it? Tell me, or you won't get any more."

Cindy sobbed helplessly. She had to have his cock, had to come. "I want it," she wept, "I like it."

"Like what?" he persisted.

"Your cock," gasped Cindy. "I like your cock. I like you to fuck me. Please, Mike, please, start fucking me again. I want it so bad…"

He grinned triumphantly. His cock was aching to move in her tight pussy again, he wanted it as badly as she did, but he had to have this final submission, too. He had to hear her begging to get fucked before his victory was complete. It was going to make a great anecdote for his buddies – this knockout little chick begging for his meat. He could hardly wait to tell about it.

"Okay, doll," he said, "that's what I wanted to hear. Just a little appreciation, you know? Now I'll give it to you. Hard, just like you want it. I'll bring you off…"

Cindy writhed impatiently around the fat impalement of his rigid dick, wishing he'd just shut up and get on with the fucking. She was really beginning to understand what "horny" meant. It was that aching hot need in her pussy that would drive her to fuck anything available, even a man she hated, that desperate need for something stiff and fat inside her juicy little twat.

"Awwww, yeah! YEAH!" she screamed.

His prick was moving in her cunt again, brutally hard and fast, and she loved it. Cream splattered from her flooded box, soaking his hairy belly, and she clawed the seat of the truck. "Ball me, ball me!" she raved. "Screw me, fuck me! Hard, oh, Goddammit, FUCK ME HARD!"

Mike really put the prick to her, giving it everything he had, and then she was coming right before his eyes, screaming and shaking, her cute round tits bouncing like crazy. Her red-hot little cunt tightened around his prick and milked the jism right out of his balls. He'd meant to watch her, to gloat at her as she climaxed, but he was coming, too. He yelped blissfully and shot his jism deep into her convulsing cunt.

Cindy slumped against the door, feeling his meat shrinking inside her hole. She smiled ecstatically. Her pussy felt so numb and well-fucked. She wanted to just rest there awhile, enjoying that hot, tingling sensation in her wet little twat, but suddenly Mike was throwing her clothes at her, pushing her out the door.

"Get out, cunt," he said, grinning cruelly. "I got what I wanted. I don't need you any more."

Cindy sat in the dirt, fighting back tears of anger and humiliation. Mike had used her and discarded her as if she were a thing, not a person. She was almost beginning to hate men. Worse than that, he'd left her on a lonely country road in a strange place, with night coming on. Cindy was frightened.

Well, she was damned if she was going to cry over a creep like him. She got up and dressed in her wrinkled dusty clothes and used her pocket comb to fix her hair as best she could without a mirror. There was only one thing to do – catch another ride as soon as she could, and hope to hell it wasn't with another bastard like Mike.

Cindy walked the short distance to the highway and looked around. The sun was getting ready to set, and there wasn't a car in sight. She didn't know how far it was to the big city, Indianapolis, but she started walking. She figured the closer she got to the city, the better chance she had of finding a ride.

She'd been walking maybe half an hour, sticking out her thumb at carloads of middle-class families who gawked at her like she was a freak and passed her up. She heard another car coming up in the distance, and she turned and saw a red VW bug. Without much hope, she stuck out her thumb.

The little beetle wobbled to a stop right behind her, and a good-looking young man stuck his head out. There was another guy beside him, and they both looked clean-cut and pleasant. "Where you headed?" the driver called.

"California," Cindy said, approaching him timidly, "but I'd be glad to get a ride even to the next town."

He conferred briefly with his buddy in a low tone that Cindy couldn't hear, then leaned out the window again. "We can do better than that," he said. "We're going all the way to St. Louis."

Cindy remembered that Mike had started out friendly and innocent, too, and she knew the same thing could happen again. What choice did she have, though? She couldn't, wouldn't, go back to Pop, and the only other family she had was her mother.

"Great," she said, forcing a smile to her face.

"Good thing you don't have any gear," said the driver. "We're packed to the rafters already."

He let Cindy squeeze behind him into the back seat, where she had to shove aside a few pieces of luggage, a laundry bag, and a pile of books. She was glad she didn't have a fat butt. The two guys looked around to see if she'd found room, and Cindy studied them carefully. They both seemed to be in their early twenties, healthy and handsome, modishly dressed.

"My name's Tom," said the driver. He had hair more blond than Cindy's, a nice tan and dazzlingly white teeth. "This is my friend Peter."