Cindy heard her father snoring. She must have fainted, for she was only now aware of his heavy sweat-soaked body pinning her clown on the couch. He was deeply asleep, his breath foul with stale alcohol. She felt his withered cock, still deeply lodged in her aching cunt.
She wriggled out from under him, not trying to be careful. When Pop drank himself to sleep, nothing could wake him. Cindy looked down at his fat wormy-white body, his slobbering mouth, and the ugly pale worm of his limp prick. She shuddered, and a look of utter loathing twisted her pretty little face.
She couldn't stand it any more. She had to get away from him. She made an instant fierce decision to run away and never come back.
Cindy hurried to her room and dressed in jeans, a shirt, and sneakers. She took her heavy jacket, the ten dollars she'd saved from babysitting, and one trinket – a cheap rhinestone-studded heart on a chain which fit snugly around her neck. It had once belonged to her mother.
She was going to find her mother. She knew that Linda occasionally sent money for her and that Pop spent it all on booze. She figured he must have Linda's address. She picked up his pants from where he'd tossed them and found his wallet. Rifling through it, she found a worn slip of paper on which her father had scrawled "Mrs. Linda Cameron" and an address in Los Angeles, California. Los Angeles – that was a long long way from New York, but that's where Cindy was going.
She put the sup of paper back in the wallet, not wanting to leave him any clues about where she was going. But she took a five-dollar bill from him. It was only fair, since he'd spent all the money Linda had sent her.
Cindy walked out the door of the apartment, leaving her father snoring drunkenly on the couch. She didn't look back.
New York City was scary at night. Cindy walked in terror of being mugged – or worse. Even the tenor of the dark streets was not enough to make her go back to Pop, though. After the sickening thing he'd done to her, raping and deflowering his own daughter, she never wanted to see him again. She would find Linda and live happily, normally, at last.
As Cindy walked nervously down the filthy deserted street, she heard a car coming up behind her in the distance. It was coming slow, and it got slower as it approached her. She looked around for an escape route in case there was trouble. Cindy was a true New Yorker, expecting violence from everyone she met.
"Hey, you want a ride?"
Cindy frowned and turned to look at the car. It was a nothing car, but the guy driving it was very good-looking. He resembled a young Robert Redford, she thought, with long, blond hair, regular features, and an engaging grin.
"I'm no mugger," he said, guessing her thoughts. "You can write down my license number if you want. But it's dangerous for a chick to walk alone here at night. I'd be glad to give you a lift."
"Okay," Cindy said shyly, deciding to trust him.
She got in beside him, and he cruised off down the deserted street. "Where to?" he said.
"I want to get out of town," said Cindy. "I'm hitchhiking to California."
The young man glanced at her. He saw that she was young and frightened, but grimly determined. "You running away?" he asked casually.
"That's none of your business!" Cindy snapped. "Just give me a ride – or I can get out right now."
He smiled, then returned his eyes to the road. "Okay, take it easy," he said soothingly. "I won't ask questions. My name's Ted. You're safe with me. I'll take you to the freeway."
"Thanks," she said. "My name's Cindy. But that's all I'm going to tell you."
"Right on," said Ted. "That's cool with me, Cindy. Sometimes I feel like running away myself. Anyhow, relax. Turn on the radio if you want. There's beer under the seat."
Cindy had never tasted alcohol before, but she decided to try it. She felt she had to grow up instantly, take care of herself, and handle all the things adults did. She opened a beer for herself and one for Ted. They chatted lightly during the long ride to the outskirts of New York.
Cindy could see the lights of the freeway, the steady stream of cars, when Ted suddenly pulled off into a side street. The houses there were all dark, the street empty. She felt a little drunk and silly, not very alarmed.
"How come we're stopping here?" she asked. The beer made her burp, and she giggled.
Ted looked at her with concern. "You sure you wanta do this?" he asked. "Hitch all the way to L.A.? It's really dangerous, Cindy. I could still take you home."
"No!" Cindy said fervently. "I'll never go back there."
"It's that bad, huh?" Ted said sympathetically. "Well, okay, it's your decision. But kiss me good-bye, will you?" He leaned close to her and said gently, "Just kiss me."
Cindy saw no danger in it. He was a nice guy, and she liked him. He was so attractive, too. She smiled and tilted her pert face up, and Ted kissed her. It was her very first kiss, and she found it not only pleasant but vaguely exciting. His mouth was smooth and dry, not wet and slobbery like Pop's, and he smelled good.
Ted slipped his arm around her and drew her snug against him as he kissed her. He'd been attracted by this cute little blonde since the moment he saw her on the street, but he'd played it cool. He didn't want to get slapped with a rape charge. If he could get her hot, fine. If not, he had his own girl back in Queens, who was willing to put out. He'd like a little variety, though.
He moved his arm around her till he rested his fingers on the swelling of her tit, just under her arm. He used his tongue to tease her lips open, very gently and sensuously. Cindy sighed and opened up, and Ted slipped his tongue into her mouth, tickling her little tongue teasingly. She was still for a moment, and then her tongue began to play shyly, clumsily, on his.
He was so handsome, Cindy thought dizzily, so cool. She'd become pretty infatuated with Ted during the long ride. She also felt very excited. Her cunt was hot and yearning, and she felt she wanted this good-looking guy to kiss her more, to touch her. Completely innocent, she didn't understand that the burning impatience in her pussy meant that she wanted to be fucked. She did not understand her ripening body's signals.
His tonguing in her hot little mouth made her even more excited, and she imitated the technique, wriggling her tongue mischievously into his mouth. Ted sighed and gripped her more tightly. He slid his hand onto her boob and began squeezing it. Cindy didn't protest. She was eager to learn about real lovemaking – not the sick, ugly things Pop had done to her, but the normal pleasant things between boy and girl.
Ted's other hand snuck tinder her shirt and worked hotly upward to her bra. Cindy squirmed with horny excitement. Her crotch was very wet by now with her horny pussy juices. Ted, a veteran of automobile lovemaking, found the catch of her bra and deftly popped it open. Cindy felt the constricting band falling away, and she sighed.
Ted pushed his warm eager hands under the loosened bra and cupped her large round tits. Cindy cooed with pleasure. He didn't handle her tits roughly like Pop. He was very gentle, yet sensuous, softly molding and petting the warm creamy flesh. He pushed her shirt far up to uncover her boobs for a better view.
"You've got really pretty tits, Cindy," he said admiringly.
Cindy didn't know what to say to that, so she kissed him again. He returned the kiss eagerly, digging his hot tongue in her mouth, and at the same time he played feverishly with her naked tits, cupping the big soft grapefruits which nearly overflowed his hands. Cindy thought of how angry Pop would be if he caught her with this guy, her boobs exposed, her panties wet with cunt juice. Then she remembered – she'd never have to worry about Pop again. She was free, free to do any crazy thing she wanted.
"Ohhhh, Ted," she moaned, "you're getting me so excited."
Ted responded by leaning heavily on her and easing her down onto her back. They lay together on the car seat, panting and fondling each other. Ted couldn't seem to get over his wonder at the size and sweetness of her pale tits, and Cindy's hands wandered all over his hard young body, feeling the tight muscles through his clothes. Pop, sweaty and fat and evil-smelling, had revolted her, but this handsome clean young man thrilled her.
Suddenly Ted was doing just what Pop had done, sucking her cute little pink nipples. Only it wasn't disgusting this time. He didn't slobber on her jugs or embarrass her with his slurpy noises. Ted's lips were smooth and dry, and when he sucked one soft little nipple into his mouth, he sucked it voraciously but quietly, tickling the sensitive tip with his tongue. Cindy felt fierce jolts of pleasure streaking down her body, right from her aroused nipple to the damp shadows of her pussy.
"Oooohh, that feels nice!" she cooed.
Ted was getting so excited he could hardly control himself. It looked as if this sexy little chick might put out for him, yet he didn't want to spoil it, to scare her off, by moving too fast. He forced himself to stick with his hot nipple-sucking – it was kinda fun anyhow. The girl sighed and wriggled hornily beside him. He hoped his patience would pay off.
Her tender nipple responded quickly to his delicious sucking, growing stiff and erect and bumpy. He jammed his mouth onto the other nipple and repeated the performance, sucking it into taut arousal. Cindy was panting with sensual excitement, running her hands all over him. Once she brushed the hardness of his cock and paused for a moment, as if in surprise. He wondered if she were a virgin, if she'd ever touched a cock before.
In fact Cindy was both frightened and curious. She remembered how Pop's huge hard dong had hurt her, yet she was dying to know what Ted's prick looked like, if it was as big and ugly as Pop's. Maybe Ted would show his cock to her pretty soon. In her innocence she never thought of slipping his dick out of his pants and taking a look for herself. Meanwhile Ted's hot wet nipple sucking was making her squirm in horny excitement.
Ted had her naked to the waist now, her superb round boobs showing milky-pale in the streetlight, and she seemed to love what he was doing. He decided to try for more. Still kissing her big swelling tits to distract her, he inched his hand down to the fly of her jeans and quickly popped open the button. He tugged at the zipper, drew it down, and thrust his hand into her steamy crotch.
"Ooohh!" Cindy cried.
She wasn't sure she should let him go so far, hut damnit, it felt nice. He cupped her whole pussy, squeezing and rubbing it, and she could feel the hardness of his hand right through her soaked panties. Her pussy was swollen with readiness, and the least touch of his palm or fingers sent fiery waves of pleasure through her cunt. Pop had once told her very gruffly never to touch her twat. She could see why now – it felt incredibly good to have her cunt touched, and Pop was always against her having any fun.
Ted knew what those wet panties signified. The girl was wildly horny. The moment he touched her soaked crotch, he knew it, and as he squeezed and massaged her plump, fleshy pussy, more cunt cream soaked through to warm his hand. She was a horny little bitch, all right, with an extremely sensitive cunt. He could put that sensitivity to good use.
Cindy gasped in alarm and excitement when she felt Ted slipping a finger inside her panties. It was wrong, naughty, yet she waited breathlessly to see what he'd do and how it would feel. She had so much to learn, thanks to Pop who'd prevented her from dating for so long. She felt Ted's finger gliding onto that funny little bump of flesh at the top of her slit, the same place Pop had rubbed her. She remembered how crazily good it had felt – but not as good as now. Again Ted proved himself a more skillful lover than Pop. He barely touched her tiny red clit, just gently flicked and teased it with the tip of his finger, but Cindy shook violently with the fierce pleasure-spasms that jolted her body.
"Oohhh, yes!" she cried. "Yes, Ted, touch me there! That feels fantastic…"
Ted swallowed hard. It was difficult to go slowly now, to keep from jumping on her and raping her. She was hot for him all right, but she still might not be willing to screw. He'd had dates like that many times before – girls who wanted to do damn near everything but fuck; girls who'd let him stick his linger right up their creamy little cunts, but wouldn't let him put his cock there – he hated them. He wasn't taking any chances with this one. He was going to get her so hot that she couldn't say no when fuck-time came.
He seized her hot tiny pleasure-button between his forefinger and thumb, then began to tug and tweak it very gently but steadily. The girl groaned loudly, and a flood of steamy cunt-juice spat out into his palm.
"You like that?" he panted.
"Love it," Cindy gasped. "Far-out… Ohhhh, yessss!"
Her whole body was aflame with hot arousal, yet the innocent girl still didn't realize what it signified, that it was Nature's way of telling her to mate with this guy. She didn't know she had a natural instinct to fuck. She just knew that Ted was driving her crazy with pleasure, the way he was playing with her funny little bump. Her cunt creamed furiously into his hand, and she helplessly humped her slim hips and ground her fat greedy clit against his fingers, seeking more of that delicious friction. She tried spreading her legs to give him more room to work, but that drew her panty crotch taut and actually hindered his clit-fingering movements.
"Let me slip your panties off," he whispered hoarsely. "Then I can touch you better."
Cindy thought it was a good idea. Certainly she wanted to be touched. "Okay," she said brightly. "Here, I'll do it."
Ted watched in amazement as the petite blonde tugged off her jeans and panties and tossed them to the floor of the car. She was practically naked now except for her shirt and bra, which he'd pushed up around her neck. She had a fantastic body, richly curved and ripe for so young a girl. She was a real blonde, too. In the harsh streetlight he could see the small golden fluff of fur on her cunt-mound.
He was sure now that he could fuck her. She seemed to have no inhibition, no fears. Well, he was almost sure. He'd had girls strip for him before, beg him to lap their pussies, but get uptight when he tried to fuck them. He'd better wait a little while longer. Ted tried to conceal his hot excitement when nearly naked Cindy snuggled down beside him again. He slid his hand between her silky thighs and once more rubbed the throbbing, soaking wet shaft of her little joy-button.
Cindy purred happily and ground her shameless little snatch back and forth on his hand. Fucking hadn't entered her mind, for she didn't know that it was the answer to her hot, horny yearning. She just knew that Ted was doing great things to her, playing with her pussy, and she wanted it to go on and on…
Ted tickled and rubbed her tiny clit-shaft till the small organ was as rigid and hot as a cock in erection. Then he slid his hand farther back into the steamy dark region between her thighs, till he encountered the warm, drooling mouth of her little cunt. It was pouring cream, the plump pussy-lips gaping wide in horny welcome, and he had no trouble locating it. He eased a stiff finger into the juicy little hole, and Cindy gasped.
"Ooohhh!" she squealed. "Fuck me!"
He was sliding his rigid finger very slowly up her cunt-hole, like a miniature cock. It sent searing pleasure through her loins, and she instinctively tightened her strong young cunt-muscles around the invading digit. Her snatch creamed like a faucet, soaking his finger as it slid gradually into her hole. Ted felt the incredible heat and tightness of her young velvety cunt, and he thought about how great it would be to jam his achingly stiff meat in there.
"That feel good, Cindy?" he said breathlessly.
"Ummm, yeahhh," sighed the innocent girl.
"You ever balled before?" Ted asked. He wasn't sure he wanted to screw a virgin. It was supposed to hurt them pretty bad, and he didn't want a screaming, hysterical chick in his car.
"Uh, sure," said Cindy haltingly. "A couple of times." She didn't want him to think she was an inexperienced dummy, and she certainly wasn't going to tell him that her own father had popped her cherry only a few hours ago.
"You wanta do it with me?" Ted asked nervously.
Cindy thought about it for a moment. She didn't want to be what the girls called "cheap" or "easy", and she was also a little afraid of getting pregnant. On the other hand, what difference would it make if she fucked? Thanks to Pop, she had no virginity to guard any more. Besides, Ted didn't even know her last name, and out in California no one would know Ted. She could screw and get away with it – and she was dying for the experience. She really wanted to know how it felt to fuck. Not a vicious painful rape, like with Pop, but the way it felt with a good-looking guy she was fond of. Cindy was very tempted.
It was Ted's busy finger which really decided her. While he waited for her to answer him, he kept sawing his stiff middle finger in and out of her soaking little twat, making her writhe in horny need. It felt so damned good – perhaps a thick cock would feel even better.
"Okay, Ted," she said breathlessly, "I'll try it. But don't be too rough, okay?"
"Sure, baby," Ted said delightedly. "We'll do it any way you want."
He couldn't help grinning as he quickly shucked his clothes. The suspense and worry were over. He was assured of getting laid. As he pulled off his shorts, his rampant young cock snapped up to point at the roof of the car, stiff and pale and swollen. The knob was dark-red with suffused blood, and the pinprick cum-slit was drooling thick cream. He felt he'd never had such an achingly erect hard-on in his life.
Cindy gawked shamelessly at his hard prick. It was only the second cock she'd ever seen, and she was rapidly memorizing its appearance, comparing it to Pop's. Again Ted was the winner. Pop's cock had been so red and wrinkled and ugly, but Ted's cock seemed beautiful to her. His dick shot up stiff and milky-white from clean crisp golden-brown crotch curls, and his balls were fat and smooth and rosy – unlike Pop's vile-smelling, wrinkled bags. His young prick seemed smooth and pure and handsome to her, the knob a delicious red.
Cindy shyly reached out to pet the rigid white rod. It felt like hot silk to her, wonderfully smooth and clean. She petted the tool briefly, making Ted shiver with excitement. His cream bubbled out furiously from the dark hole of his knob, running down his rigid prick-shaft. It wet Cindy's fingers, and she giggled and jerked her hand away. She still didn't like getting that weird sticky stuff on her.
Ted was just as glad she didn't go on petting his dick. It was fun, but he was in acute danger of coming, of shooting his jism all over the car. He didn't want to come yet. He eyed the delicious smiling girl as she sank down submissively on the seat of the car. He gently drew her legs apart, and she didn't protest. Panting with horny anticipation, Ted threw himself between her silky legs and began blindly probing with his cock, seeking the entrance to her cunt.
Cindy eased her legs a little wider apart, assisting him, but she was too inexperienced to take his cock and guide it to her cunt-mouth. She waited, a little fearful, but still boiling with curiosity. She didn't consider that she'd had a real fuck with Pop. She'd been too stunned and repulsed to notice how getting screwed felt. With Ted she was going to concentrate, learn. She'd know what the other girls knew…
Ted moaned hoarsely when his drooling, swollen cock-head at last popped into the wet, recessed mouth of her young cunt. He pushed into her hole very slowly, so as not to slip out again. Her cunt was scalding hot, soaking wet, and fantastically tight. He'd never fucked a cunt so tight before. He whined shrilly. Usually he didn't make noises like that. He kept his cool, acted like a man. But he'd gotten so excited with their foreplay, and she had such a fuckin' terrific cunt, that he couldn't suppress his natural responses.
"Awwww, Christ," he whined, "it feels so damn good…"
Cindy slipped her arms around him, liking the soft, warm contact of naked flesh, and concentrated on how it felt to have a rigid thick cock entering her pussy. Her almost-virgin cunt felt very full, and at first his prick seemed too hard and sharp. The farther into her snatch his cock went, however, the nicer it felt. Pleasant burning sensations radiated from her stuffed twat as his stiff rod passed over her sensitive little clit, making it tingle and moisten.
Ted began to move his cock in her hole, humping her in light, short strokes. He was panting with excitement, his taut young balls flapping against her butt. Cindy found that each quick, hard stroke of his cock sent melting pleasure through her cunt, and soon she was getting into the act, pumping her pussy up and down to meet his jabbing cock. That made it feel even better.
Ted's crisp crotch bush ground into the fine soft curls of her beaver, and their bellies smacked loudly together. She'd asked him to be gentle, but in his excitement he got carried away and began fucking her fast and hard and deep. Cindy didn't mind. Her own instincts told her to fuck faster, too, to take his rigid prick as deep into her boiling cunt as she could. The faster and harder they fucked, the hotter the friction, the more dizzying the pleasure.
"Ooohhh!" Cindy squealed. "It's great, Ted! I love it! Keep doing it hard like that! Yeah, yeah!"
If this was fucking, she definitely liked it. Or at least she liked it with Ted. Pop had made it seem so brutal and disgusting, but Ted only excited her more and more. His stiff adolescent prick dug into her hole deep and hard and fast, making her horny little cunt burn and flood. She felt mounting pleasure, the urge to arch her body sharply under his so that her greedy clit was rubbed hard each time he lunged into her gushing twat.
"Ahhhh!" she wailed. "So fuckin' good! Aaaggghhhh!"
Ted felt her coming. There was no mistaking it. Some girls hardly moved or even quickened their breathing, but Cindy pulled out all the stops. Her tight little cunt grew even tighter around his plunging rod, squeezing and gripping his cock like a velvet vise. Her cunt-cream showered out, hot and steamy, all around his buried prick. She screeched and wailed her pleasure, and her delicious little body went into violent spasms.
Ted valiantly fucked away, letting her spin out her orgasm before he took his.
He moaned hoarsely, and then she felt a flood of hot, wet jism deep in her cock-stuffed cunt…