Me = “yeh bahut bada hai ander kese jayega”Dad = “tumhari chut bahut chooti aur tight hai lekin chala jayega”Me = “lekin kese??”Dad = “m...i hoon, trust me”Since I was a little girl, I always trusted and loved my dad very much and when he said those words. I immediately allowed him access and didn’t even care for the pain that I knew I was about to receive. He started slapping his dick on my pussy and this was arousing me even more and was getting hungrier for his dick.Me = “pls jaldi ander papa. His friend hit him. "Joey! Where are you going? We'll help out." Thank you but it's not necessary," I deflected. "I have several miles further." Oh. Well, we're not far from here. Maybe you can fix it. Do you know what's wrong?" No gas." I answered simply."No prob. There's a gas station a couple blocks that way." No cash." I added.The American shrugged. "We can spot you a gallon or two, that'll get you home, right?"I protested, but they ignored me and we wheeled my cycle to the gas station."I'm. A slight squirting sound - one, two, three - followed. My hips bucked involuntarily when a cold mass of something thick and slick was crammed against my bung hole! "Connie!"CRACK! A fierce blow struck my ass! "I said, keep still!"I stilled my smarting behind. "What are you doing?" Hush!" She shouted. Another glob of cold goo struck my rear sphincter, only the finger that applied it, this time pushed it into my ass!"HEY!" I will belt you if you say another word or fidget!" CRACK! She walloped me. We set up the ten, gathered some wood and set up the kitchen for the next two days.Just as we were finishing and the sune was setting we were disturbed by the sound of motorcycles, about 20 of them.To our horror a bike group came into the parking area and the riders parked their bakes and headed towards us.There was 20 men and about 15 women in the group with ages ranging from about 22 to about 55."Hi" I greated them"Well hello" teh apparent leader repliedWe exchanged some small talk for about.