Offer to take Danielle home

The dirty old codger at the wheel, Delbert, leered at the living fuck-doll before him. He couldn’t believe his watery old eyes. “Fuck me, those things are bigger than her head,” he thought to himself as he gazed at the tanned valley of Danielle’s cleavage.

His geriatric cock had sprung to life the moment he saw those gazongas bouncing about on the side of the road. He and his two friends in the backseat briefly thought they had all died and were seeing some sort of heavenly vestige. But then Carl, the bald, pot-bellied one, let rip a violent fart, and the men knew they were still alive.

The smell of Carl’s noxious gas still hung in the car. Delbert briefly noticed Danielle's nose wrinkle in disgust before his eyes drifted back to her gravity-defying melons. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Besides, he doubted his friends would mind the sexy hitchhiker.

Who knows…maybe they could even have a little fun. It had been ages since the trio had a slab to play with. Even when they did get up to their old tricks, they had never had such a ripe slab of rapemeat like this bitch.

Delbert swallowed the drool forming in his ancient mouth and spoke for everyone in the car without breaking eye contact with Daneille’s udders. “Sure, we’d love to help a cutie like you. Wouldn’t we, boys?”

Roderick removed his oxygen mask and gave Danielle a smile that showed his dentures were loose. His teeth clapped as he tried to speak before Carl leaned over and reapplied his oxygen mask.

Afterward, both men locked eyes with the swaying knockers perfectly framed by the car window.

“If you want, we could take you home,” Delbert emitted a high-pitched wheeze-laugh while his bony hands massaged the steering wheel. Images of him and his friends talking their way into Danielle’s apartment and making good use of the cock-toy fluttered through his mind. Their laughter drowning out her tears and pleas as they discovered just how durable Danielle and her cock-grips really were.

It would make a nice going away present for Roderick, one last hurrah before he had to go to the retirement village.

“It wouldn’t be any trouble, little lady,” Roderick gasped. His oxygen mask pumped much-needed air into his weak lungs. Especially as his eyes drank in Danielle’s healthy lungs and imagined slamming his filthy fuckpole between those cock-knockers, and caking her face with his seed.

Carl nodded along. “Yep, a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. There are predators about, just hoping to take advantage of you.” The three men broke a cacophony of coughs and giggles. At that moment, if Danielle could have read their minds, she would have run into the woods, babbling in terror.

"Though you'd have to ride in the back. The front passenger door doesn't open." This was a bald-faced lie. But Delbert knew forcing Danielle to sit in the back would make it harder to escape once they started to have their fun. Though the thought of having the racked sex bomb sitting next to him in the car was enough to give the old coot a heart attack.

The thunder rocked the air as it began to pour down rain. Danielle’s white shirt became instantly soaked, and the three men saw she was not wearing a bra. Danielle's impromptu wet t-shirt contest almost caused three simultaneous strokes as the trio of senior citizens about came in their unwashed pants.