Cindy sat in the dirt, fighting back tears of anger and humiliation. Mike had used her and discarded her as if she were a thing, not a person. She was almost beginning to hate men. Worse than that, he'd left her on a lonely country road in a strange place, with night coming on. Cindy was frightened.
Well, she was damned if she was going to cry over a creep like him. She got up and dressed in her wrinkled dusty clothes and used her pocket comb to fix her hair as best she could without a mirror. There was only one thing to do – catch another ride as soon as she could, and hope to hell it wasn't with another bastard like Mike.
Cindy walked the short distance to the highway and looked around. The sun was getting ready to set, and there wasn't a car in sight. She didn't know how far it was to the big city, Indianapolis, but she started walking. She figured the closer she got to the city, the better chance she had of finding a ride.
She'd been walking maybe half an hour, sticking out her thumb at carloads of middle-class families who gawked at her like she was a freak and passed her up. She heard another car coming up in the distance, and she turned and saw a red VW bug. Without much hope, she stuck out her thumb.
The little beetle wobbled to a stop right behind her, and a good-looking young man stuck his head out. There was another guy beside him, and they both looked clean-cut and pleasant. "Where you headed?" the driver called.
"California," Cindy said, approaching him timidly, "but I'd be glad to get a ride even to the next town."
He conferred briefly with his buddy in a low tone that Cindy couldn't hear, then leaned out the window again. "We can do better than that," he said. "We're going all the way to St. Louis."
Cindy remembered that Mike had started out friendly and innocent, too, and she knew the same thing could happen again. What choice did she have, though? She couldn't, wouldn't, go back to Pop, and the only other family she had was her mother.
"Great," she said, forcing a smile to her face.
"Good thing you don't have any gear," said the driver. "We're packed to the rafters already."
He let Cindy squeeze behind him into the back seat, where she had to shove aside a few pieces of luggage, a laundry bag, and a pile of books. She was glad she didn't have a fat butt. The two guys looked around to see if she'd found room, and Cindy studied them carefully. They both seemed to be in their early twenties, healthy and handsome, modishly dressed.
"My name's Tom," said the driver. He had hair more blond than Cindy's, a nice tan and dazzlingly white teeth. "This is my friend Peter."
"Call me Pete if you want," said the other passenger. He had very dark hair which, like Tom's, just reached his shoulders and was carefully styled. He also had a thick mustache which Cindy rather liked. Both the guys were good-looking and' personable, and the adolescent female in Cindy responded with butterflies in the stomach. Part of her felt old and battered and cynical, but another part was still able to swoon over guys.
"Hi," she said, grinning. "I'm Cindy. Thanks for picking me up."
"Our pleasure," said Tom. "We better get going now if we want to reach St. Louis tonight."
It was a fast trip. Tom took the careening bug as fast as he could down the freeway, slowing only for speed traps and police cruisers. Cindy learned from their conversation that they were college students returning to school in St. Louis after their spring vacation. While Tom drove hell-for-leather to Missouri, Pete was kind enough to answer Cindy's bashful questions about geography and the distance she had yet to travel. He showed her a road map and explained that from St. Louis it was a straight shot west to California, which she could probably make in two or three days. Cindy began to feel a lot less frightened about her journey.
It was very late at night when they finally reached St. Louis, and it was cold and raining like no rain Cindy had ever seen.
"Good ole St. Louie," said Tom. "What a shitty night."
"I sure don't feel like fighting the traffic all the way to the college," said Pete. "Why don't we get a motel and go on out there in the morning?"
"Right on," said Tom. He looked at Cindy in the rear-view mirror. "What about you, Cindy?" he said. "I doubt you could find a place this late at night. We could put you up."
Cindy realized only at that moment that her fifteen dollars would scarcely buy her a room for the night and breakfast, if St. Louis prices were like New York's. Not thinking of the implications of Tom's offer, she said gratefully, "Oh, yes, thank you, that would be great. I hardly have any money."
"It's on us," said Pete, exchanging a sideways look with Tom which Cindy didn't see.
They had some hamburgers at a drive-in, then checked in at a cheap motel on the outskirts of the city. Cindy sat in the car while the guys made the arrangements, so she wasn't prepared for what happened. It seemed they were all to stay in one room which contained two double beds. Cindy was a little uncomfortable about that, but she figured the guys didn't have enough money for two rooms. She decided she had no right to complain, since she wasn't paying a cent of the bill.
"I sure would like a shower," she said nervously.
"Us, too," laughed Tom. "We're not too sweet-smelling after that drive. But ladies first."
Cindy felt like a new person when she stepped from the shower. The dust and sweat were washed away, along with the traces of Mike's jism. She didn't want to put on her dirty clothes again, so she hung them to air in the bathroom and emerged wearing a big towel wrapped around her.
Tom took her place in the shower, and she sat down on the bed not occupied by Pete. He grinned at her. "We were having a little shot of booze," he said. "Care for a nip? Takes the weariness right out of your bones."
"Okay," said Cindy. She'd never tasted hard liquor before, but she knew the effects of beer and wanted the pleasant numbness.
Pete mixed her a pretty strong bourbon and Coke, and it hit her almost immediately. She felt lazy and a little giggly. She stretched out on the bed, and Pete came to sit beside her. They chatted, and everything he said seemed hilariously funny. The next thing she knew, they were kissing.
His mustache tickled her, which was funny, but she also felt a hot fluttering in her cunt. It would be exciting to fuck Pete – if only Tom weren't there. Or it would be exciting to make it with Tom, if Pete weren't there. Cindy sighed and cursed her luck.
She and Pete went on necking till Tom came out of the bathroom, and then Pete went to take his shower. Tom sat beside her on the bed, and soon she was kissing him. It was crazy and funny. Cindy was not at all alarmed, just a little drunk and having a good time.
Presently Tom – who was also wearing only a towel – stretched out beside her and embraced her. "Hey, I like you," he whispered, "I really do."
"I like you, too," Cindy purred, running her fingers through his long, silky blond hair. "Both of you."
Tom chuckled. "You do? That's far-out."
He kissed her, and Cindy responded hotly. She felt an eager burning in her pussy, a signal she now recognized. She wanted to fuck this guy in the worst way. She felt no guilt about it. She was a woman now, on her own, and she could do whatever she liked with her body. The only hindrance was that there were two guys, not one. If only one of them would go out for a walk…
Tom was pressing hard against her, and he slid his tongue into her mouth, slowly and sensually. Cindy moaned and clung to him. She felt his hand fumbling over her tit, tugging at her towel, but she didn't stop him. The booze had made her reckless and carefree. Tom slipped the damp towel down over her left tit and laid his hand on the bare creamy flesh. He sighed softly.
Cindy wriggled lustily as he squeezed her plump full boob. The sweet sensation radiated all through her body, and she felt her pussy getting achingly swollen and moist. Tom broke the kiss then and looked down at her exposed jug, so full and ripe that it almost overflowed his caressing hand. He lifted his hand and admired the creamy globe and its sweet strawberry-pink nipple.
"Damn, you've got pretty tits," he said. His voice was husky.
Cindy giggled. "How do you know I've got two of them?" she said. "You only looked at one."
Tom chuckled and slipped the towel down over her other tit, as round and swelling and creamy as the other. "Boy, that's a relief," he said.
Cindy giggled again. The guys seemed so witty to her. The booze had made her so relaxed, till she felt like there was no tomorrow. Shyly she began to caress Tom's smooth, hard shoulders. His body was nice – young and sleek and tan, not grossly hairy like Mike's. Tom's breathing quickened as she touched him, and suddenly he jammed his mouth on hers and kissed her again, much more hotly and passionately this time.
He dug his tongue feverishly into her mouth, and Cindy met it with hers, their tongues swishing around each other in a lusty wet dance. Tom cupped both her bare boobs and molded them excitedly. His body began to move rhythmically against hers.
Just then Pete stepped out of the bathroom.
Cindy gave a little gasp, jerked her mouth away from Tom's, and tugged the towel up over her bare tits. Tom laughed and eased her down on the bed again.
"Hey Cindy," he said, "it's okay. Pete and me are buddies. He doesn't mind if you and I make out a little. Do you, Pete?"
Pete was lounging in the doorway, clad in a towel, grinning at them. "Hell, no," he said coolly. "I'll just have myself another drink. Don't mind me. Just pretend I'm not here."
That was very difficult for Cindy to do. As Pete strolled past the bed and started to mix himself another drink, studiously keeping his back to them, she was acutely aware of his presence. It just didn't seem right to be making out while another person was in the room.
Still Tom's kisses and caresses were very exciting to her. They gradually mellowed her out, and soon she was kissing him back hungrily, less and less aware of Pete, who was lounging on the other bed sipping his drink. Pete turned on his transistor radio to a rock station, and that helped, too. When Tom began to ease the towel down over her tits again, Cindy purred and didn't even protest.
"God, they're nice," Tom whispered as he once again cupped the soft warm mounds of her boobs. "So soft…"
Cindy basked like a contented cat in his arms, allowing him to play with her big satiny jugs. He rubbed his palms over the bright-pink nipples, and they quickly responded to his touch, going erect and bumpy and very sensitive. Little jolts of pleasure streaked right down to her pussy every time he stroked her nipples.
Cindy kissed and licked and nibbled his ears, nose, and cheeks, following her natural instinct to play with his attractive young body. She was getting very very horny, and she knew it. She wished someone would turn out the light, and then maybe, if they were very quiet, she and Tom could fuck. Just a quick one would be better than this protracted longing, this aching need.
"Oh, baby," Tom moaned, "I want you."
He held her harder than before and pressed his flushed face against her tits, rubbing his cheeks over the soft resilient mounds of flesh. He slid his mouth onto one of her nipples and used the tip of his tongue to tickle wetly on the tender nub of flesh.
"Oohhh," Cindy moaned.
It felt delicious. Cream boiled hotly in her aroused pussy, and she felt it wetting her inner thighs. She wanted to fuck him so badly… If only Pete would disappear. Why couldn't he take a hint? Cindy glanced over at the other bed and saw that Pete was lying there watching them. How gross. Surely he could see that they wanted to fuck, that he should go away for a while.
She felt Tom's hand sliding up her bare silky legs. He reached the towel and started to slide his hand under it, but Cindy panicked and went stiff beneath him.
"Tom, no," she whispered, "we can't, not while Pete is watching."
"Oh, forget about him," Tom said. "He'll just shine it on. It's okay. Come on, baby, I need you real bad."
"Well, at least turn off the light," said Cindy nervously.
But he didn't get up and turn off the light. He lay down on her again, pinning her with his weight, and clamped his mouth hotly onto her nipple. He began to suck it wetly and noisily, and Cindy moaned softly as hot blasts of pleasure shot right from her aroused pink nipple to her seething wet pussy. Helplessly she writhed against him, squeezing his shoulders, moving her belly rhythmically against his. She wanted to fuck him so much…
Tom's hand slid under the towel and clamped possessively on her moist curly pussy-mound. Cindy knew she should protest. It was a wicked thing for him to feel up her cunt while Pete was watching. But it electrified her, made her pussy boil with excitement, and she couldn't bring herself to move. He molded and squeezed her furry little snatch, and fierce pleasure shot through her. She felt her cunt burning with need, her hot juice seeping out to wet the meeting place of her thighs.
"Let me touch you," Tom whispered hoarsely.
She knew what he meant, and again she couldn't bring herself to protest. She wanted that wicked exploration, the eager fingers tickling inside her cunt. She moaned and let her legs fall apart a little, and Tom quickly slid his hand between her thighs. He felt the searing heat and the wet, plump tissues of her pussy. He ran his hand eagerly back and forth over her silky slit, and Cindy whimpered and bucked against him. A scalding burst of cunt-juice soaked his hand.
His playing fingers lulled her into a sensual dizziness, and Cindy slumped back limply on the bed, opening her legs even wider and letting him touch her at will. She loved the swift but gentle rubbing of her clit and the plump sensitive lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes and made a lusty gurgling noise in her throat.
Tom gawked at her exposed pink slit. He wasn't a virgin, but most of his sexual encounters had been quickies in parked cars, and he'd never had a chance to really explore a cunt. Cindy's young pussy looked sweet and plump and pink to him, almost delicate inside its light fringe of gleaming blonde hairs. He stroked her snatch wonderingly, touching her tiny red clit, her swollen moist cunt-lips, and the light-brown pucker of her asshole.
"Ooohhh," Cindy whimpered. Her little white teeth flashed, and her eyes were shut tight in sensual concentration.
Tom glanced over at Pete, who grinned lewdly and winked at him. Tom grinned back and nodded slightly. They were agreed on what they wanted, and it was his job to get the chick fully aroused.
Tom abruptly shoved Cindy's legs wide apart and dived for her gleaming pink gash. Cindy gasped, opened her eyes, and tried to sit up. She couldn't quite make it, for Tom was lying heavily on her legs, but she did see his blond head between her thighs. She wondered what insane thing he was doing. She had a brief image of Pete watching and grinning – and then dizzying pleasure washed over her, and she fell back again, limp and panting.
Tom was licking her clitoris, she could feel it now. She'd never heard of such a thing, and it seemed rather nasty to her, but it felt terrific. His wet mobile tongue flicked swiftly back and forth over her super-sensitive little bud, and she felt her whole cunt melting with dizzying pleasure.
"Ahhhh," she moaned. "Ohhh, that's so good…"
Tom fastened his lips around her twitching little red clit and began to suck it. This, too, was brand-new to Cindy, and she could hardly believe the searing pleasure that rocked her body. Maybe college guys were smarter after all. The rough tickling of fingers in her pussy was nothing compared to the delicate but thrilling play of his wet, slick tongue on her tiny joy-button. She knew Pete was watching, seeing everything, but she couldn't suppress her response. She threw her legs wide open and let Tom lap her cunt.
Tom didn't know a lot about muff-diving, but when he saw how well it was working with Cindy, he gave it everything he had. He sucked her wet salty clit till the petite girl was squealing with pleasure and his chin was soaked with her gushing cunt-cream. He pried apart the plump pink lips of her cunt and licked all up and down the slick red crease inside, and Cindy moaned hoarsely and greeted him with another flood of fragrant pussy-juice.
"Ooohhh!" she shrieked. "Yes, YES!"
She felt his rough wet tongue swirling rapidly around the creaming mouth of her cunt, and she rammed her horny little hips forward, trying to take his tongue inside her hole. She needed something stiff in her hotly aroused twat, that was all she knew. Tom tickled around the wet mouth of her cunt a moment longer, then read the message of her bucking hips. He'd never stuck his tongue in a girl's cunt before, but what the hell? If that got her loose enough, he'd do it.
"Eeeee!" wailed Cindy.
She felt Tom's thick slippery tongue snaking up her hungry little hole, and she went wild with pleasure. Moaning crazily, she managed to half sit up, and she pushed her hands down on his head, forcing his tongue deeper into her drooling twat. She worked his head up and down, bucked her hips furiously, working his tongue in her cunt like a cock. Her cream boiled out, soaking his face.
"Hey, Cindy, don't smother my buddy."
Cindy started and saw Pete climbing onto the bed beside her and Tom. He'd let his towel drop and was stark naked. In her astonishment she let go of Tom's head, and he surfaced from her pussy flushed and panting, his face smeared with her thick pussy-cream. Cindy gawked, back and forth, between the two naked young men – for Tom had cast aside his towel, too. Tom was nearly hairless, tan and smooth, except for the golden bush of pubes from which his erect cock sprang, stiff and pale and capped with a reddish knob. Pete had a thick mat of black hair on his chest and a wiry black crotch bush, and his cock was much like Tom's, a good average-size tool fiercely erect, the knob almost purple in its bulbous swelling.
Dizzily Cindy admired their attractive hard young bodies, and her pussy still ached with burning need. But the reality of it all was dawning on her: they both wanted to fuck her!
"W-What…" she stammered.
Pete pulled her gently to him. "Don't sweat it, baby," he said softly, hotly. "It's okay. Nobody'll ever know. Let's just have some fun, okay? You take it easy…"
Cindy's head swam, half with lust and half with fright. It seemed terribly wrong to get it on with two men at once, yet she wanted both of them, was hotly turned on by both of them, dark Pete and blond Tom. She was paralyzed by indecision, and she allowed Pete to pull her up against him, her bare back against his tickling hair-matted chest. She sat with her butt between his legs, and she could feel his iron-hard prick rubbing in the crease of her ass. He slipped his hands around her and cupped her hot swollen boobs, gently squeezing them.
Tom knelt between her legs and quickly slipped off the crumpled towel which now covered only her midsection. She sat there naked for both young men to ogle. She blushed and squirmed, but Pete held her tight, his sweaty hands clamped onto her quivering tits.
"It's okay," he said again in that hot hungry voice which was yet so soft and compelling. "Relax, Cindy, relax… We're all friends… It'll be good, baby, real good."
Cindy whimpered, panicked but still too stunned to move. Tom's face was hot with excitement as he lifted her legs, bending them at the knee and sliding them wide apart. He stared briefly at her exposed, juice-shiny slit, then shivered and moved towards her. Cindy watched, as if in a dream, as he seized his erect prick and guided it into her creamy little cunt-mouth.
"Ahhhh!" she cried.
His cock was inside her, and it felt wonderful. She gave up all thought of resistance and just let him fuck her. She had to admit it was quite a turn-on getting fucked by one handsome guy while another held her and played with her tits. She began to grin lustily, shamelessly.
"Oh, Jesus," Tom gasped, "ohhhh…"
He'd slid his hands under her butt, bringing their crotches right together, and he was humping her in short greedy strokes, his face red with horny pleasure. It was a squishy loud fuck, and Cindy responded with little squeals and gasps of delight. She let her head fall back on Pete's shoulder, and the dark-haired young man stretched his head around to kiss her, wriggling his tongue naughtily in her mouth. Cindy was so hot, she felt herself drooling on him. He broke the kiss and laughed softly.
"Is it good, sweetheart?" he whispered. "Is my buddy a good cocksman?"
"Ummm!" gurgled Cindy, almost too carried away to speak. "It feels wonderful!"
Pete squeezed her tits again, and they both stared down at Tom's flying cock, a stiff reddish rod that poked again and again into her hair-fringed creamy twat, emerging wet and gleaming with cunt-juice. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding her higher and higher toward orgasm, and suddenly it exploded inside her, a stinging climax that made her shriek. She arched her head sharply back on Pete's shoulder, and he bent to whisper to her.
"Yeah, come, baby, come!" he said hotly. "Come for my buddy! Take that good hard meat, sweetheart, take it!"
Cindy's high-pitched little squeals filled the room, and her slim hips bucked wildly as Tom jabbed his rigid prick in her climaxing cunt. She heard him gasp loudly, and then she felt his jism flooding into her hole, soaking and overflowing her convulsing twat. In a second Pete backed off from behind her, laying her gently down on the bed, and she felt Tom's limp wet meat slipping out of her flooded box. There was panting, the creak of bedsprings, and then she felt a brand-new cock, hard and stiff, snaking deliciously into her cum-soaked cunt. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Pete sinking down on her, his face as red and excited as Tom's had been.
Pete began to hump her hard and quick, and instantly she wanted it again. Her first climax had hardly faded away, yet she was hot and horny for her second cock of the evening. She squealed and threw her legs up around Pete's pounding sweaty body, wrapping her calves around his waist and digging his cock deep into her clinging hole. His prick felt red-hot and steely hard in her blazing tight cunt.
"Yes, yes," she panted, "give it to me! Fuck me!"
"Baby, you better believe I'll fuck you," Pete laughed breathlessly.
Tom lay close beside them, watching, and he reached out to play with Cindy's big wobbling tits. He caught her eye and grinned. "Hey, Cindy," he said, "having fun? My buddy's some stud, huh?"
Cindy only gurgled wetly in reply. She couldn't chat now. She was busy grinding her hot little pussy furiously around the thick hard pole of Pete's fast-driving prick, shamelessly rubbing her greedy clit against his stiff cock-shaft. Ravenous for another climax, she fucked the sweating gasping young man as hard as he was fucking her.
"Deeper!" she wailed. "Fuck me deeper! I want to get fucked hard! Ohhhh, God, harder! FUCK ME HARDER!"
Pete gasped and chuckled, "Baby, this is the best I got to offer! Oh, man, you're burning my prick off… So fuckin' hot!"
When they climaxed, they were drenched with sweat, and Pete rolled off her, panting and laughing wonderingly at the hot little chick they'd acquired. Cindy no sooner caught her breath than she reached out shyly but determinedly and began to pet Tom's half-limp, juice-smeared cock. A crazy lust possessed her, as if she could never get enough fucking.
"More," she said huskily, "I want more…"