Cindy stood on the freeway outside St. Louis, her thumb cocked at the on-coming cars. Her cunt felt numb and wet, as well it should have – she and Tom and Pete had fucked all night. Recalling the wild session with the two young men, Cindy blushed but smiled. It was naughty, but it sure as hell had been fun. Once they'd both tried to jam their cocks into her cunt at once, all of them giggling like crazy, but her hole was too small and it didn't work. They'd parted the best of friends that morning, and the guys had driven her to the edge of town and even given her five dollars.
Cindy shivered a little in the early-morning breeze. The fun was over, and she figured she wouldn't be lucky enough to find people like Tom and Pete again, friendly gentle people who didn't want to exploit her. No, her next ride was more likely to be a sadistic brute like Mike. She steeled herself, for it. She had to take whatever she got, if she was to reach California.
A car slowed for her, and Cindy was enormously relieved to see that the driver was a woman. She could relax now and not worry about being raped. She grinned and ran to catch up with the car.
"Hello," the woman said, smiling pleasantly. "Want a ride?"
"I sure do," said Cindy. "I'm trying to get to California."
The woman looked amused. "Well, I'm not going quite that far, only to Kansas City, but you're welcome to ride along."
Cindy remembered the map Pete had shown her. Kansas City wasn't very far away, but it was on the main route to California. "That'd be great," she said.
She got in on the passenger side, and the big comfortable American car purred back onto the freeway. It was like riding on a cloud compared to Tom's bone-rattling VW bug. Cindy sighed and relaxed. The woman began chatting about some meeting she'd been to in St. Louis, and Cindy thought her husky voice was pleasant. She didn't care for her style of dressing very much, though. The woman wore a mannish tailored pantsuit and flat shoes, and her auburn hair was cut very short, almost like one of the old ducktail haircuts of the 50's. She had a handsome face but wore no make-up, which made her look rather severe. Cindy guessed the woman was in her early forties.
Her name was Emily Trout, Cindy learned in the course of their conversation, and she was unmarried, in the retail clothing business, and lived with her older brother in Kansas City. She seemed brisk, competent, and content with her lot, although Cindy pitied her. It must be awful to go all your life without a man.
"And you, Cindy?" said Emily. "How old are you? Why are you going to California – a vacation?"
Cindy said. "I'm eighteen," she said, "and I'm going there to look for work. New York is so crowded, and it's not safe on the streets."
Miss Trout glanced at her with that cool look of amusement which seemed a habit with her. "Cindy," she said, "If you had a brain in your head – or any experience of life – you wouldn't be hitchhiking alone across the country. I don't mean to pry, and don't worry I won't try to get you sent home. But if you're in any kind of trouble and need help, you can trust me. Hitchhiking is terribly dangerous. You could get killed, raped… So if you think I can help you, just tell me."
Cindy blushed. "My pop was real mean to me, and-and I can't stay with him any more. I'm going to go live with my mother in Los Angeles." She trusted Miss Trout and felt no qualms about telling her this much.
They reached Kansas City in the late afternoon, and Emily Trout invited Cindy to stop at her house for dinner. "You could wash your clothes, too, and stay the night if you want," she said pleasantly.
"You probably need a rest stop after all that traveling."
"That would be great," said Cindy. "Thank you so much."
She wasn't so grateful when she met Emily's brother Calvin Trout. Cindy thought he was the meanest, most sour-looking old fart she'd ever met. Pale, watery-eyed, with thinning brown hair and hunched shoulders, Calvin peered hostility at the world through wire-rimmed spectacles and spoke in a nasal whine. He gave Cindy the creeps.
Nevertheless she decided to stay, for she was starved and she badly needed to wash her clothes. Emily gave her a pretty pink robe to wear while her clothes were in the washer, and they had a great supper of lamb chops and mashed potatoes and salad, marred only by Calvin's nasal complaints. He hardly spoke to Cindy, only glared at her.
Emily urged Cindy to go to bed early and get plenty of sleep, even brought her a cup of cocoa to drink in bed and a stack of magazines to read. "You just have a good rest, dear," she said, squeezing Cindy's shoulder. "Don't worry about a thing."
Cindy smiled gratefully. She soon got very sleepy and found herself nodding off before she'd gotten through the first magazine. It was almost as if the cocoa had been drugged…
Cindy blinked as harsh light flooded the room. She gazed dizzily around and recognized the pretty little guestroom Miss Trout had assigned her. The bedside clock said it was a little after midnight. She'd been asleep since eight, but she was sure she'd turned the light off… Then her blue eyes popped wide open when she saw Calvin and Emily standing by her bed.
"Don't scream, dear," said Emily. "It won't do you a bit of good."
Cindy gawked. Something very strange was happening.
Emily wore a leather jumpsuit, black and gleaming like a snakeskin, and she had a little whip in her hand which she was twitching impatiently. Before, she'd worn that bulky tweed suit, and Cindy hadn't noticed how big and pointed her tits were. They stuck out sharply in the leather suit, like iron mountains. Emily's face was different. No longer pleasant, it was more hawk-like, alert and strangely excited. She had painted her lips bright-red.
Emily's appearance was startling enough, but Cindy could hardly believe Calvin. He was grinning like an idiot, his sour face revolutionized by hot excitement, and behind his thick glasses his watery blue eyes looked glazed and crazy. He was wearing nothing but a diaper. Yes, a diaper, folded just like for a baby and pinned with big gold safety pins.
Cindy didn't know what to say. She looked questioningly at Emily, who smiled – an icy smile that made Cindy's blood run cold. Emily's strong mannish hand, with short unpainted nails, twitched convulsively around the handle of the whip.
"Now, Cindy," she said briskly, "my brother and I have a little game we like to play, just some harmless fun. We want to play it with your. Just be a good sport for a few minutes, you won't be hurt. It's the least you can do in exchange for my hospitality." She studied Cindy a moment and detected a spark of rebellion in the girl's eyes. Her voice became menacing. "One more thing," she said. "What happens tonight must be kept a secret. I'm a businesswoman, and my brother is a professional librarian, so we have reputations to keep. Not everyone would understand… So if you're tempted to tell anyone, I can always have you sent back to your father."
Cindy swallowed hard. Whatever screwy thing they wanted to do, it had to be better than living with Pop again. She shivered as she recalled his sweaty body, his reeking breath, his repulsive sexual advances.
"All right, Miss Trout," she said meekly. "I promise."
"Good," said Emily. She glanced at her brother, who was ogling her and leering like an idiot. For a brief moment Emily's cold face flashed with a chilling kind of excitement, and she twitched the little whip in her hand. "Very well," she went on, "we can start the game now."
Emily stepped back a few paces and said harshly. "Calvin, you naughty boy! What are you doing here?"
Calvin trembled. His expression was confusing to Cindy. It seemed to be compounded half of fear and half of glee. "I just wanted to see the pretty lady," he said in a sing-song voice.
Emily struck him sharply on the back with her whip. The crack of the whip made Cindy jump, but Calvin only flinched a little – and then a look of positive ecstasy came into his watery eyes. His voice was as whiny as ever. "Please don't hurt me," he whimpered.
"That's for going away without telling me," snapped Emily. "Now, what is it you want, Calvin?"
Calvin's eyes focused hotly on Cindy's heaving bosom. Her round ripe young tits swelled up under the pink robe. "Titties," he said, drooling a little in his excitement. "I want to see her titties."
Again Emily struck with the whip. This time it lashed over his left shoulder, and Cindy could see the angry red welt. Emily struck hard enough to hurt but not to draw blood. "You naughty boy!" she said. "You know that's not nice."
"I want to see her titties," Calvin whined, shivering with his strange ecstasy.
Emily said in a normal voice to Cindy, "Lower your robe."
Cindy began to grasp the rules of this sick game, even though she didn't understand the purpose. Calvin was to have his wishes – and to be punished for them, too. Shuddering, Cindy untied the belt of the robe and began slipping the garment off her shoulders. She wasn't wild about cooperating with these crazies, but it was better than having the police take her back to Pop.
Calvin breathed very loudly as he watched Cindy bare her boobs. His sick blue eyes focused, wet and gleaming, on her superb adolescent tits and their sweet pink nipples. Cindy slipped the robe down to her waist, completely exposing the ripe jugs, and waited. She happened to glance up at Emily and saw that her eyes, too, were warm as she gazed at Cindy's tits. But when Emily saw the girl looking at her, she went cold again.
"All right, Calvin," she said, "you've had your sinful wish. You go back to bed."
"Noooo," Calvin whined, squirming a little in his diaper, "I want more. I want to touch."
The whip came down with a sharp crack on his bare back, and Calvin shrieked. Obviously it hurt, but no sooner had the shriek left his lips than he smiled. What a sickie, thought Cindy. The whole scene was revolting her. She wished she could escape, but Emily had too much on her.
"Just a little touch, Calvin," Emily said icily. "Indulge your evil desires if you must, but then you're going straight to bed."
"Yes, Mommy," Calvin whined.
Mommy? Emily was his sister. Cindy slowly began to understand just how sick Calvin was. Emily must be a little nuts, too, to indulge him in this bizarre game. Cindy got the impression that the mannish redhead liked wielding that whip.
Calvin approached the bed panting and leering. Little drops of spit appeared at the corners of his mouth. When his knees touched the edge of the bed, he leaned forward and laid his hands on Cindy's creamy bare tits. The girl recoiled in horror. His hands were cold but very wet. It was like the touch of death.
"Hold still," Emily told her. "Let him touch you. It can't hurt you, stupid. Remember, I can punish you."
Cindy held still. She gawked in disgust at Calvin's wormy white thin chest, utterly hairless and bony, and she couldn't even bring herself to look at his leering drooling face. He pawed her big ripe tits feverishly, squeezing the tender flesh, pinching her nipples. It hurt, but Cindy didn't dare object. She had a feeling Emily meant what she said about sending her back to Pop.
"That's enough!" Emily snapped. "You wicked boy, get away from her!"
"No, no, no!" howled Calvin. He acted like he was going to burst into tears like a baby. "No, I don't want to go to bed."
"Then what do you want?" said Emily. Her hand was tightening on the whip, her knuckles white.
"I want to see her pussy," Calvin said, chuckling like a naughty little boy.
As Cindy expected, the whip descended with unusual ferocity. The more "naughty" Calvin was, the harder he got whipped. Emily hit him several times, lashing his bare back, and Calvin howled in pain. It was really hurting him – but he didn't move away, just stood there and took it. Cindy had never heard of this particular perversion, but she understood that Calvin liked to be hurt.
"You filthy-minded little beast!" cried Emily. "You'll go to hell for thoughts like that!"
"I want it, I want it," Calvin chanted, jumping up and down in his baggy diaper. "I want to see her pussy."
"Oh, if it'll shut you up," Emily said like a harried mother. "Just a little look, then you're going to bed." She dropped the maternal tone and said briskly to Cindy, "Take off the robe. Get out from under the covers. Just lie there so he can see you."
Fuck you, you sick old bitch, Cindy thought.
Nevertheless she obeyed. It couldn't hurt her to have poor old Calvin just look, and it was a damned sight better than returning to New York. Why, she was halfway to California now, and if she just kept up her courage and determination, she'd make it…
Thinking of Los Angeles and her new life, Cindy briskly removed her robe, climbed out from under the covers, and stretched out on her back for Calvin to see. She lay there utterly naked, her sweet ripe body looking incredibly smooth and young in the mellow bedroom light.
Calvin made a wet gurgling noise and leaned closer to look at her.
His weird eyes focused hungrily on her little golden beaver and the shadowy place between her thighs. Cindy looked back coldly at him and his sister, studying their reactions. There was plenty of reaction. Calvin's diaper suddenly tented sharply in front. Cindy could see the pointed outline of his erect cock. When she glanced at Emily, she saw something even stranger. The woman's eyes were hot and gleaming as she stared at Cindy's luscious little naked body, and a wet patch appeared at her crotch. Emily Trout was creaming right through her leather suit at the sight of the girl's body.
Cindy turned away in disgust. She'd heard that some people did weird things for kicks, but she'd never imagined anything as sick as this. She heard Calvin's loud excited breathing, and she wished he'd have a heart attack.
"Spread your legs," said Emily. "Give him a better look."
Cindy wanted to scream obscenities at her, but she obeyed. Looking couldn't hurt, she told herself. She opened her slim legs wide, and Calvin practically fell on her as he scrambled onto the bed for a better look at her exposed pussy. He knelt at her feet and gawked at the moist, plump pink tissues of her hair-fringed snatch, and she could see him drooling again. His erect prick twitched against his tented diaper front, and a wet spot appeared there as his cock began to drool, too.
"I want to touch it," he said.
Emily seemed to go berserk. "NO!" she shouted, racing over and dragging him back. "No, that's for Mommy! You know that's for Mommy! You can't have it!"
She pulled her brother to the far side of the bed and began beating him cruelly around the shoulders with the whip. Calvin howled piercingly, and Cindy saw welt after welt appeared on his wormy white flesh. Emily's eyes flashed in hot anger as she whipped him, and Cindy sensed that this beating was for real, that Emily was really furious. At last the leather-clad redhead stepped back, her big pointed tits heaving, and let the whip drop. Calvin gave a hoarse little sob – and then that sick blissful smile wreathed his ugly face. The front of his diapers was quite wet now with his dribbling cock-juice.
"Don't ever try that again," Emily hissed. "Never never take what belongs to Mommy. Now you just sit there and behave, and I'll let you watch."
Calvin made no more demands at the moment. He seemed thoroughly satisfied with the beating he'd taken. "Yes, Mommy," he said meekly. He watched with glimmering excited eyes as Emily crawled onto the bed.
Cindy watched the powerful leather-clad woman crawling towards her, and she felt cold tenor gripping her. Was Emily going to hurt her? What did she want? The cold-faced redhead crawled right up till she was kneeling between Cindy's outstretched legs, and then she suddenly unzipped the front of her jumpsuit.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her massive tits came tumbling out. They were much bigger than Cindy's, great long flapping melons with big brown nipples. Emily thrust them forward practically into the girl's face.
"Touch them," she said hoarsely. "Play with them."
Cindy felt a wave of nausea. This was one perversion she had heard about, girls making it with other girls, and she hated the very thought. Her common sense prevailed, however, and she told herself that touching Emily's tits was far far better than going back to live with Pop. She choked back a sob and reached out to touch the older woman's enormous pale knockers.
"Yes, touch them," Emily sighed. Her eyes fluttered as she felt Cindy's warm little hands caressing her huge long jugs.
Cindy found them not unpleasant to touch. The skin was silky soft and warm, the texture doughy and resilient. Mechanically she rubbed and pressed and, gently squeezed the cushiony flesh. It was like kneading bread. As long as she concentrated just on tits, not on Emily, it wasn't too bad. She despised Emily Trout, but she could see how a girl might enjoy playing with another girl's tits if she liked her.
Emily crouched there for a while, her eyes closed, her stem face flushing with excitement as Cindy played with her long dangling boobs. Cindy noticed that Calvin was crawling closer to watch. He was careful not to touch Emily or let her know of his presence. When he'd gotten as close as he safely could, he sat down, focused on the action, and reached inside his diaper to fiddle with his cock. Cindy was completely disgusted.
"That's enough," Emily said, jerking her heavy tits out of Cindy's hands. "Lie back. Spread your legs as wide as you can."
Cindy obeyed, relieved not to have to touch her any more. She stared at the ceiling, and then she felt Emily's crisp hair tickling her tender inner thighs. She looked down and saw that the older woman was dipping her head between her legs, just as Tom had done to her last night in the motel room. When Tom ate her pussy, it had been a far-out experience, but with Emily…? Cindy shuddered.
Emily deftly separated the golden-furred lips of Cindy's cunt and exposed her little red pointed clit. She jammed her mouth down on the tiny slick bud and began to suck it ravenously.
"Eeee!" shrieked Cindy.
She practically shot off the bed, the pleasure was so sudden and so stunning. Miss Emily Trout might be a weirdo, but she sure as hell knew how to eat pussy. Her dry lips sucked swiftly, steadily on the slick little clit-stalk, and her pointed wet tongue tickled the very tip of Cindy's tiny joy-button. It was an expert performance, and Cindy felt burning pleasure streaking through her whole body. She was a little ashamed of getting turned on like that, from another woman eating her cunt, but she couldn't help it. She whimpered and let her legs fall wider apart.
"Mmmmmm," mumbled Emily.
She seemed to love eating pussy. When she'd sucked Cindy's clit into taut erection, she suddenly left it and jammed her thick, rough tongue right up the girl's slick, narrow cunt-hole. Again Cindy shrieked with fierce sudden pleasure, and this time her twat creamed uncontrollably, her musky cunt-juice swirling around Emily's thick probing tongue. Emily gurgled hungrily and lapped up every bit of the sticky pussy-cream.
"Ooooohh!" wailed Cindy.
She was shameless now, didn't care if Miss Trout was a bull-dyke – she just wanted to come around that expert, thick cunt-stuffing tongue. But there was a bit of the sadist in Emily, more than a bit. She cunt-lapped the squealing girl right to the verge of orgasm – then abruptly withdrew, popping her tongue out of Cindy's creamy little twat with a loud plop.
As if nothing unusual had happened, Emily turned to her brother and said coolly, "Calvin, you've been a good boy. You've sat still and been very quiet. You may have one more wish."
Calvin blushed a little but said eagerly, "I want that girl to suck my pee-pee." He tittered like a naughty pre-schooler.
Cindy waited for the whip to descend, but instead Emily vacated her place between Cindy's legs and gave way to Calvin, who eagerly crawled into position. He leered at Cindy and winked.
Emily unpinned his diaper and drew it off. Cindy stared in disgust at his erect prick. Even stiff, it was tiny, the smallest cock she'd ever seen. No more than three inches long, it was wormy-white, skinny, and had an ugly little red knob which drooled sticky slime. His crotch bush was composed of straggling wet dark hairs; his balls were shriveled and red.
"Blow him," said Emily.
"What?" asked Cindy. She didn't know what the term meant.
"Oh, you fool," Emily said impatiently. "Take his cock in your mouth and suck on it."
Cindy almost turned green. She didn't want to do it, she just couldn't! "N-N-Noooo," she whimpered.
The whip cracked on her bare shoulder, and Cindy howled with pain. Calvin laughed. "Naughty girl," he said, grinning at her. "You better do what Mommy says."
Cindy agreed. She was proud of her perfect young body, and she didn't want it scarred. Anything was better than that, choking back her sobs, she got on her knees, bent over Calvin, and slowly sucked his ugly, reeking prick into her mouth.
"Eeeeee!" Calvin squealed like a stuck pig as he felt his stiff meat slipping into the silky wet nest of her mouth. When Cindy began sucking on his cock, he continued to squeal, but there was a mixture of pain and delight in his cries. Cindy knew why when she heard the crack of the whip.
Emily was standing behind him, whipping his bare ass again and again.
Cindy couldn't imagine what he got out of that, but he obviously loved it. She concentrated on her task, sucking his stiff wet meat as fast as she could, trying to ignore the revolting sticky slime that dribbled from his hard cock-head onto her tongue. Although she'd never sucked cock before, never even heard of the practice, she could figure out that the sooner he came, the sooner her torture would be over. She wanted to get that slimy, revolting dick out of her mouth as fast as possible. She sucked hard, ravenously.
She heard Emily whimpering, and she looked up to see what was happening. Emily, her red hair flying, continued to lash her brother's pale skinny ass with the whip, but with her other hand she'd unzipped her jumpsuit right down to her crotch. Cindy could see her vast crisp copper-colored beaver, which covered nearly the whole lower half of her belly. Emily had her hand down there, her middle finger extended over her fat red clit. She was frigging herself furiously all the time she whipped her brother.
Cindy heard Calvin give a particularly piercing howl, and then suddenly she was choked by a massive flood of jism. He jerked his squirting cock furiously, again and again, in her mouth, coming right into her throat. She couldn't spit it out, so she was forced to swallow it.
To distract herself from this nauseating experience, she looked up to see what Emily was doing. Just then Emily dropped the whip and feverishly tore at her leather jumpsuit, tugging it down over her chunky middle-aged body. She let it fall to her ankles and stood there naked, her enormous long tits waving heavily. She snatched up the whip again and, thrusting her crotch forward, jammed the thick black handle right up the furiously creaming mouth of her cunt.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she howled.