"Well, look who I found!" the unshaven man gloated as he stepped from the shadows of a building. "We been looking for you for weeks, baby. Been looking all over town."
Mikki looked up and froze in horror as she recognized the tough who had harassed her in the park that day. She paused too long in her surprise. When she did try to walk past him, she felt a hand clamp over her arm.
"You ain't going nowhere, little girl. Feel this knife against your side? I promise you I'll use it if you make a sound."
Mikki froze.
"That's better," one of the other hoods said, stepping closer to the frightened teen-ager. "Just keep calm and sweet like that. No more yelling for the cops, you hear?"
Mikki nodded hesitantly. She could feel the knife blade against her side, its point pricking into her skin. She looked around, and wondered where the third member of the gang was. She tried to recall his appearance. He had long hair, yes, long and wavy. He wasn't with the others that she could see.
"All right, honey," the hood with the knife ordered. "You walk right over here and get in our van. No funny stuff or I'll cut those cute little tits right off. You hear?"
"I hear," she sighed in resignation. She heard, all right. Even above the loud pounding of her heart she heard. Above the terrified pulsing of her body, she heard. She let him lead her by the arm to the old, battered yellow van parked at the curb. The heavier man opened the back door and nodded his head in indication for her to crawl in.
"Hurry up, damn it!" he muttered. "We ain't got all day to stand around out here waiting for another fat cop."
Mikki climbed into the smelly van. The inside was covered with carpeting. They had collected scraps of thick, pile carpeting and sewn it together, covering the interior and making it appear almost like a single huge bed. Mikki crawled along the carpeting and huddled against the walls of the truck. Now she knew where the long-haired blond member of the threesome was. She saw his face ginning back at her from the diver's seat.
"Got her?" the blond asked.
"Got her!" the beefy leader answered. "Ain't she the cutest little pussy you ever laid eyes on? All right, get this crate moving. We can't stay around here all day. Get us out into the country. Meanwhile, me and Slim gonna see what all we got heft."
"You heard him, cutie," Slim told her. "Let's see your goodies."
Mikki remained hunched over. She slowly moved her head from side to side. Hell no! She wasn't about to put on a show for these brutes. The girl knew she was helpless against them. Nevertheless, if they planned to fuck her, they'd fuck dead weight. She sure wasn't about to cooperate with them. She saw the anger flare in Slim's eyes. She watched him move the long-bladed knife towards her.
"Cut that out!" the leader ordered him as he reached over and caught his arm. "Damn if I want her cut up, not before I get my piece of pussy."
He turned to Mikki and smiled. His eyes were glowing with raw lust as he looked at her. She could see the expectant expression on his face as he waited for her to show her appreciation for his intervention.
"You ain't gonna be no trouble, are you?" he asked softly. "No. I didn't think you were so dumb. Now you sit up straight so I can see them tits of yours. Sit up and stretch your legs out. I got itchy hands to play with those legs and tits."
Mikki looked at him blankly, still hunched over. Her body was partially covered by her knees and arms. She didn't realize that her position gave a full view of her curvy thighs and the dainty green panties she wore. The rough leader reached over and grabbed her thighs. His fingers reached up her skirt and cupped her shuddering ass.
"That's the way, Mac!" Slim laughed. "Sitting there protecting her tits, she showed us her pretty little ass."
Mikki struggled against the rough hand that was delighting itself with her tender skin. Mac held her ass in his immense hand and rolled the firm curves in delicious anticipation.
"Damn! What a sweet-feeling tail!" he laughed. "Nice and soft little ass. I bet we can get it toughened up before we're through with her."
The girl twisted away from him and crawled quickly along the wall of the van. Mac caught her ankles and dragged her back towards him. Her skirt came up about her waist, fully exposing her thighs and ass to him.
"Now ain't them the cutest panties!" he exclaimed. "Man, they ain't thick enough for anything. Shit! My old pecker can split through them like they weren't there at all."
The other two men laughed loudly while Mac dragged the girl closer to him and began to paw her exposed pussy. He clamped a hand over her crotch and squeezed roughly.
"Ouch!" Mikki gasped, then, tried to kick at him. He held her tightly, only wincing from the blows, never releasing her. He drew back his hand and slapped her resoundingly across her face.
Mikki felt the van spinning from the force of his blow. She saw a red mist swirling about her. She did not faint, but sat stunned as she felt the growing ache in her jaw.
"You want to play rough, I can play rougher," Mac assured her. "I can beat the shit out of you if you want. You can let me beat you up and then fuck you, or you can let me fuck you and keep your pretty little face safe. I don't give a damn which way you want it."
He looked at her trying to read her decision from her face. Mikki stared blankly at him. Her mind was whirling. The slap had brought her to better sense. She wouldn't solve anything by fighting them. There were three of them. They were each a lot bigger, and a hell of a lot tougher than she. Besides that, they had knives to use on her if that became necessary. No, she couldn't fight them. She didn't have to actively join in the fuck, but then wasn't much to do but let them fuck her until their lust was satisfied.
She lay quietly while Mac leaned over her and ran his hands over her tits. He smiled down at her and nodded his approval. Mikki could smell the beer that permeated his breath. She heard the sound of Slim opening another can of beer from the cooler. She shuddered as she imagined what lay ahead of her. She shuddered and struggled to put it out of her mind. She would be better off if she took matters as they occurred.
"That's better," Mac chuckled as he ran his hand beneath her light blouse and reached up to cuddle her pounding tits. "That's a hell of a lot better. Hey, fellas! You ain't never got your hands on such sweet little tits. Even through her bra they feel soft and cozy. Imagine having these to pillow your head on every night."
"Baby, you got anybody to pillow his head on them tits every night?" Slim asked from the rear of the van, where he sat casually drinking his beer. "I bet you wouldn't have any trouble getting volunteers."
"Maybe her old man fucks her at night," the blond driver called back to them.
"That right, baby?" Mac asked her. "Your daddy use these tits for a pillow at night? Naw!" he called up to his cohorts. "I bet he don't neither. I bet her old man's got plenty of tail at his office. I bet he's got a secretary to fuck."
"It don't matter none," he continued, lifting her blouse up over her shoulders and tossing it to the side. "It don't matter none at all. All I'm interested in is how it's gonna feel to stick my cock in this sweet little pussy."
He struggled to unhook her bra, gave up and caught the lace in both hands. He gave a quick jerk and tore it apart, then slipped the limp garment from her. His eyes brightened as he looked down at her heaving tits.
"Man, oh, man!" he gasped. "They look prettier than they feel. Oh, what a pair of sweet knockers."
He began to caress them. He cupped them each in a hand, then bent down and kissed her jugs. His unshaven face scratched them raw as he moved his face frantically. He acted as though he couldn't get enough of kissing her tits and sucking them. He took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck lustily on it. His big, wet tongue lapped at her. His teeth pressed into the delicate skin.
Mikki heard him begin to gasp and pant with excitement. She heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. She looked as he sat up from her tits. His pecker was erect and glowing in the subdued light within the van.
Mac grinned down at her as he caught her watching. He fingered his cock for her. His prick was amazingly wide. It wasn't so long, not nearly as long as Don's. It was thick, though. It was as burly in appearance as the man himself. Mac slid his pants down, then came back up towards her.
"I caught you looking at my dick," he teased. "I knew you'd get into the fun of it all. You wonder how that cock's gonna feel in you, eh? I'll tell you, it's gonna feel good, real good."
He sat across her tummy, almost pressing the breath out of her with all his weight. The girl shuddered from the burden and watched him slide farther up her torso. He brought the thick pecker down between her tits and pressed them around it, then began to pump his cock between the mounds of luscious flesh.
"Wanted to fuck them tits the first time I laid eyes on you," he muttered. "I saw you, I said to the fella that I had to bury my cock in them tits."
He thrust harder, his prick gliding between her tits. She could look down and see the great, purplish head emerging from her golden flesh with each thrust. His thumbs pressed on her nipples roughly. His fingers rubbed brutally against her tender boobs. His cock felt hot and ugly as it throbbed and pulsed in excitement.
"That's about the prettiest sight I ever saw," Slim commented from behind him. "You fucking her tits and her pussy laying there all sweet and unused. Mind if I take a crack at her cunt while you're busy up there with the tits?"
"You do and I'll beat the piss out of you!" Mac shouted to him. "This first fuck is mine. I'll take care of that pussy when I'm ready. Don't you go spoiling it with your Goddamn cum."
Mikki felt his pecker shuddering and throbbing even more demandingly. She looked down and watched his knob turn redder as it thrust more frantically between her tits. It seemed hotter than ever. Mac's hands were shaking with lust as he roughed her tits. She could see the glazed expression of lust in his eyes, the passionate curl of his lips. His ass was trembling on her. The big man was getting overheated. He was about to come. She expected to see the white cream oozing from the cock at any moment.
Mikki hoped desperately that he would lose control and shoot his wad there on her chest. It would sure be better than having to take that thick meat of his into her pussy.
Her hopes were dashed immediately. Mac released her tits, his steaming pecker lunging upright from the imprisonment. He slid down her body and got his knees between her legs. He was gasping with frenzied passion as he brought his massive rod up her thighs and pressed it into the thin nylon of her panties.
"Oh, what the hell!" he gasped, smiling lustfully at her. "I tore your bra up. Guess I ought, to leave your panties alone. Sure would like to feel the rip, though, when I ram my prick into that little cunt."
He climbed off her and grasped the panties. He pulled them roughly off her, then got back on her and ran his cock brutally against her pussy-lips. Mikki gasped at the pain and at the shock of his driving entrance. He thrust with all his might and lodged his huge shaft firmly inter aching pussy.
"See what I mean," he chortled. "Ain't never yet found no little panties that would stand in the way of that sort of fuck. All right, sweetheart. Now I can get down to giving my aching pecker some relief."
He fucked her with long, slow plunges of his cock. Mikki felt the heated cock moving along the passage of her cunt. She felt every throb of passion, which shuddered along its great shaft. Her cunt felt stretched wide, almost to being torn apart. The friction, though, instead of numbing her sent shivers of pleasure through her. Despite herself, she began to pulse with his driving strokes. Her thighs were trembling in passionate response to the fuck. Her ass was shaking. Her tits swelled upward into his eager hands.
"Yeah!" he observed. "A hot little broad like you can't go very long without getting into the fuck. You like it! You know you like getting a good piece of prick in you."
His mouth came over hen. His huge tongue forced its way between her lips and pressed her own tongue. He sucked the breath from her mouth while his cock drove more madly into her shaking pussy.
Mikki trembled beneath his lust. She felt the strength building inside him. She waited expectantly for the monstrous explosion of his pecker. Her little cunt was afire from the treatment. Sparks were shooting all about her, sparks of mixed pain and passion.
"Oohhhh," she moaned despite her attempts to stay passive and merely submit to his lust. "Oooohhhh!"
"Yes!" he muttered, "Yes! What a sweet fuck! What a sweet little pussy!" Then he clamped his mouth back over her lips and began to tongue and suck more insanely than ever. She felt his climax approach. She felt the increased fury in his cock. She felt the growing trembles of demand, then the mammoth explosion of hot cum into her cunt. She was shuddering with him, her cunt-cum oozing over the erupting pecker.
"Ahhhhh!" he gasped. "Ahhhhhh! That should hold you for a minute. That should fill up that little hole of yours. Uhhhhhhh!"
Mikki felt her climax shake her. She lay back, glowing with deep passion while he drained his prick into her yielding body.
"Hot damn!" Slim exclaimed. "Hot damn! What a fuck! Shit! I almost shot off just watching it. I never saw such a beautiful fuck in my whole life. Just can't wait to get my own piece of that tail."
Mac lay still on the girl for a few minutes, then slowly rolled to the side. He pulled his still immensely thick pecker out of her cunt and smiled at her.
"You're a good kid," he told her. "You got a lot of spunk. Most cunts just lay there till I'm through. They bawl and beg and all that. You didn't. Oh, you fought a little, but then you just lay there and gave me a hell of a piece of tail. Yessir, you're all right. You do the same for the rest of the guys and we'll do you right. We won't cut you or beat up on you or any of that. Just treat us right and we'll do our thing and let you go."
Mikki felt the van lurch as it turned off the highway and bounced over a bumpy trail. She watched Slim struggle out of his pants while the van was rocking.
"Hey, Sandy!" he called to the driver. "What the hell you trying to do?"
"Parking," the long-haired blond called back. "Found us a nice secluded orange grove. Soon as I get us out of sight from the road, I'll stop this heap and come back to join the party."
"Well, hurry up, damn it!" Slim grumbled. "I sure as hell can't get my cock into her with you bouncing us around this way."
He crawled over to Mikki, his long, thin cock reminding her of a male dog getting ready to fuck a bitch. He looked up at her with his leering eyes flashing in anticipation. They all had to fight to keep from being battered against the walls of the van. Finally they lurched to a stop. Mikki listened to the sounds of Sandy setting the brake, then turning off the negine. The seat creaked as he got up and came back to join them in the body of the van.
"My, oh, my!" he whistled. "No wonder you bastards been so happy back here. What a hell of a body! Wheeeeee! I never saw such a luscious hunk of woman in my life!"
"Yeah, sure!" Slim grumbled. "Just wait your turn, man. I had to sit back here and watch Mac fuck her. Almost went crazy, seeing all that pussy and I couldn't touch it. Now you can grab a beer and eat your heart out while I knock off some tail."
He lunged for. Mikki caught her, and began to pew her. His cock shone in the light filtering in the back of the van. His eyes glowed with rising lust, he grabbed her roughly, pulling at her tits, rolling her about on the shag carpeting letting his cock glide over her thighs and ass.
Mikki trembled at his touch. Slim was the creepiest of the trio. He was the one she really feared the most. She kept reminding herself of Mac's statement. If she would give them her pussy without any trouble, then she would be all right. She kept reminding herself. She kept wondering what would happen if she didn't satisfy them. She kept wondering how much it would take to satisfy them.