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.