Cindy came to, moaning. Her asshole burned with pain, and she was lying naked in the gravel, bruised and aching and cold. She saw that the sun was going down, the gang and their cycles no longer there. Dizzily she sat up and inspected herself.
Well, she was going to live, but that was about all. A gingerly inspection of her buggered asshole revealed no blood. Her shoes and jeans were dirty but undamaged. Everything else was a mess. Her panties, bra, shirt, and jacket were ripped beyond repair. Her hair was full of dirt, her body reeking of male sweat and jizz. They'd taken her money. Things could hardly have been worse.
She wanted to break down and sob like a baby, but she resisted it. What good would it do? She was more determined than ever now to get to Los Angeles and her mother, to escape the horrible reality of life on the road. She put on her jeans and shoes, wrapped her torn jacket around her as best she could, and staggered painfully out to the highway.
There were plenty of cars heading into Denver, but all the neat, clean, middle-class passengers looked at her in horror and passed quickly by. "Bastards!" Cindy shouted. Couldn't they see she was hurt? But, she decided, she shouldn't be surprised. It was always that way in New York. Nobody wanted to get "involved".
She'd just about given up hope when a rattling van rolled up beside her. It was painted in wild psychedelic colors and had California plates. A young man looked out the open window and gawked at Cindy.
"Jesus," he said, "what happened to you?"
Cindy studied him warily. He was a hippie – long hair, full beard, beads, a gold earring in his left ear. Pop had always told her that hippies were drug fiends and crazies, to stay away from them. But then Pop was always full of shit. This guy had gentle brown eyes, a sensitive face. Cindy liked him instinctively.
She started to stagger towards the van, and he jumped out and ran to her, held her. "Christ," he said in horror, "you're hurt. Want me to take you to a hospital?"
"No," Cindy sobbed, "it's not that bad. I was raped, but-but all I want is to get away from this place. I want to get to Los Angeles, to my mother."
He lifted her into his arms. "That's where I'm going," he said, "L.A. You can sleep in the van. Just relax, don't worry. You're okay now. You're okay…"
Cindy vaguely remembered him laying her down on a mattress in the back of the van, covering her with blankets. She slept soundly all night, and it wasn't till the next day that she got to know Pancho.
He called himself Pancho, though he was obviously not a Chicano. He was just a pleasant average American young man who'd decided to drop out. He lived in a commune in Los Angeles where all the members worked at some craft and pooled their money for food and rent. Pancho made jewelry to sell to tourists and was just returning to L.A. with some turquoise and other semiprecious stones. He talked easily and openly about himself, and Cindy's first impressions were confirmed. She liked him very much. He seemed to her like a friendly older brother.
Pancho had only enough money for food, so they couldn't stop at a motel to shower. He found a stream and politely kept his back turned while Cindy took a bath in the icy water. He gave her some of his clothes, an Army surplus shirt and a hand-woven poncho.
By the next evening Pancho, who'd been driving steadily, was exhausted, and they turned off the highway south of San Francisco to sleep. "We'll be in L.A. tomorrow," he told her. "Your troubles are almost over."
They had to share the mattress in the back of the van, and Cindy hoped Pancho would make love to her, but he only rolled over and started snoring softly. Disappointed, she fell asleep, too. It wasn't till the next morning, in the chill air of dawn, that he touched her.
Cindy woke slowly, pleasantly, to feel Pancho's warm hands slipping around her naked body, his hard chest and taut belly pressing against her back. She smiled as she woke. She remembered clearly where she was and who she was with. She wasn't at all afraid of making it with a friendly pleasant guy like Pancho. She was eager. It had been a long time since she'd had a good relaxed fuck. Not since that night in the motel with Tom and Pete…
Pancho nuzzled her hair and neck, kissing her lightly, and his hands moved around easily and cupped her full warm tits. Cindy sighed and wriggled her butt in his fuzzy crotch, signaling her willingness. Neither of them said a word. It wasn't necessary. They were like two friendly animals, free and natural in their mating. He played lazily with her tits for a while, then moved his hands slowly down towards her cunt-mound.
"Ummm," Cindy sighed.
She could feel his cock getting hard. Against her warm soft ass she felt his dick rising, stiffening, twitching. She pressed her butt against the rod and wiggled. She felt a little drop of juice forming on the bulbous knob, smearing and sticking on her ass-cheek. They both giggled.
Pancho gently slipped a finger between the soft furry lips of her cunt and began to stroke her tiny moist clit. Cindy purred like a contented cat, opening her thighs a little to let him stroke her sensitive clit. Her cunt began to cream, slowly but steadily.
"Those guys that raped you," he said, "did they hurt you much? I mean, in there." He gently probed the wet mouth of her cunt. "I won't ball you if it's gonna hurt."
Cindy's body quivered with anxiety. Not ball her? My God, she'd die if she didn't get laid soon. She'd lost her virginity less than a week ago, but already it seemed as if she couldn't get enough fucking. She reached around and curled her fingers around Pancho's now-stiff and drooling prick, delighted to find it good-sized and silky.
"They didn't hurt me in there," she said. "I want you to ball me."
Pancho laughed softly. "Then let go of my cock," he said.
Cindy giggled and let go. She relaxed with her bare back rubbing his hard chest, and in a moment she felt his prick entering her cunt from behind. It felt fantastically good. First the hard knobby hot head of his cock poked into her eager wet cunt-mouth, then the stiff thick shaft followed with tantalizing slowness, gradually stuffing her hole. She gave one low continuous sigh as she felt his wonderfully hard thick meat moving up to the end of her cunt, his wiry-haired balls coming to rest in the moistness of her slit.
"Ooohhh," she moaned, "that feels great… I want it. Hurry, Pancho, fuck me."
"Uh-uh," he said, panting a little, "let's not hurry. It's better if you take it slow. Relax, baby, open your legs more. Just relax and let me ball you nice an' slow."
Cindy wasn't too happy about that. She'd already decided she liked fast, hard fucking the best. But the way Pancho screwed her, with very slow deep strokes that made her moan and cream furiously, turned out to be pretty exciting after all. It made her tremendously horny, made her hungry little cunt flood and burn with need, but every time she urged him to fuck faster, harder, he only laughed and continued his delicious deep slow thrusts.
After half an hour of this sweet torture, Cindy was writhing on the impalement of his cock and moaning hoarsely. She needed to come so badly, she could have screamed, but Pancho's slow, dreamy fuck-strokes brought her only to the edge of climax, no further. It felt fantastic to go on so long, but now her need was urgent.
"Ohhhh, please, please," she whimpered, "bring me off, Pancho. Screw me just a little harder, a little faster, p-p-please… I just have to come."
"You rush things too much, baby," he sighed. "You gotta learn to slow down. Too many people are hurryin' around in this world, bustin' a gut for nothing. You gotta learn the new way of life."
But Cindy was in no mood for a lecture on the virtues of hippie life. She just wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. Moaning with horny impatience, she began to work her pussy furiously around the hard stalk of his prick, signaling her desperate need.
Pancho chuckled. "Okay, baby, you got it," he said. "Some other time we'll make it last."
He began to fuck her in quick hard short strokes, and Cindy shrieked with pleasure. This was what she'd been craving, the rough hot friction that quickly buzzed her hungry little cunt into a body-shaking orgasm.
"Eeeee!" she shrieked. "Yes! Yesss! I'm coming! Aaahhhh!"
Pancho gasped when he felt her tight cunt gripping his meat, convulsing around his dick like a velvet vise. It was really too much to resist. He gasped blissfully and let himself go, filling her horny nipping little twat with steamy floods of his jism.
"Satisfied?" he laughed.
"Mmmmm!" replied Cindy.
They got on the road again, and by early evening they were coming into Los Angeles. Cindy's heart leaped. She was proud of herself – she'd made the long dangerous journey alone, and Pop hadn't caught her. She was very near the fulfillment of her dream, reunion with her beautiful vanished mother.
She told Pancho her mother's address and asked if he could drop her off there, but he shook his head. "Cindy," he said, "you don't dig how big L.A. is. It's a lot bigger than New York. Your mother lives a good fifty miles from where we are now. I'll be glad to run you over there tomorrow, but right now I'm bushed. Why don't you crash at our place tonight, get plenty of rest and some clean clothes?"
Cindy was deeply disappointed, but she didn't protest. Pancho had been very kind to her, picking her up when no one else would, driving her all the way from Denver, and she could hardly ask him to go another fifty miles when he was ready to drop. "All right," she said.
Pancho lived in a ramshackle warehouse converted into a maze of lofts and workrooms, inhabited by six other hippies, men and women. Everyone was kind to Cindy but not effusive. They didn't pry into her life, nor did they volunteer any information about themselves. They all had nicknames, like Pancho. The men called themselves Pigpen, Speed, and Che. The women called themselves Evita, Rosa, and Star. They were all young, in their early twenties.
That evening they all sat on mats around a roaring wood-burning stove and smoked marijuana. Cindy got very high, very fast. She lost her sense of time, felt no urgency about finding her mother. Evita had given her a lovely caftan to wear, and she felt young and free and pretty. Nevertheless she was surprised and a little annoyed at something Pancho said.
"You know what?" he told the group. "Cindy's a fantastic lay."
Cindy blushed furiously, but the others only smiled and nodded approvingly. "I sure feel like it," said Rosa, a tall rangy redhead. "Anybody else up for a group grope?"
There were murmurs of assent, and then to Cindy's surprise they all started taking off their clothes. She knew what a "group grope" was, from gossip at school – she just wasn't sure that she wanted to take part in one. Somehow it didn't seem right to screw around in front of a whole group of people, to switch from one partner to another.
"Hey, come on, Cindy," said Speed. "Get with it."
Cindy just gawked at him. Star giggled and said, "She's stoned. We better help her."
Star and Rosa came over to Cindy and began to undress her. She was stoned. She found she had no energy to resist or protest. Dope made her languid, uncaring. It didn't dull her senses, though. She found herself gawking at the naked group of young people, at the jumble of cocks and balls and tits and pussies all fitfully illuminated by the flickering candles that lit the room.
Star, a dark-haired girl with beautiful heavily lashed slanted eyes, eased Cindy down on the mat and began to caress her tits.
"Hey," said Cindy nervously. Her tongue didn't seem to be working very well. She couldn't say what she wanted to say – that it was wrong for one girl to play with another girl's tits.
Star laughed and pressed her mouth down on Cindy's, kissing her close and lingeringly, just like a guy. Cindy's head swam. This, too, was wrong, but Star tasted nice, and her little slick tongue tickled deliciously in Cindy's mouth. Her smooth warm hands felt nice as they rubbed and tweaked Cindy's pretty pink nipples. Cindy had never realized before how soft and pleasant the female body was compared to the male.
She felt she ought to pull away, but then she felt someone gently separating her legs, hot moist breath on her naked slit. One of the guys was going to eat her pussy, and she couldn't resist that. It was her very favorite kind of foreplay.
Cindy relaxed, let her legs fall open, and softened her mouth submissively under Star's increasingly hungry kissing. She made a wet horny gurgling noise as she felt the slick hot tongue beginning to tease the tiny sensitive bud of her clit. The stiff tongue tip tickled and swished over her ever-eager joy-button, arousing hot pleasure in her cunt. She spread her legs very wide, inviting the wet pussy-licking, and the tongue tickled faster on her little red clitoris.
"Ummmm!" Cindy sighed.
Star broke the kiss at last and turned her attention to Cindy's lovely round full boobs. "You've got beautiful tits, Cindy," she said.
Cindy didn't know what to say. Star's dark curly head dipped down, and she sucked one of Cindy's cute little pink nipples into her mouth. Her mouth was wet and searingly hot, and her tongue tickled the tender tip of Cindy's nipple. She began to suck loudly, greedily, on the captive tit, and Cindy experienced fierce lusty pleasure. She gurgled again.
Star's body was in the way, and Cindy couldn't see who was licking her pussy – only a pale ass stuck up in the air as whoever-it-was crouched between her legs. The pussy-tonguing got more and more exciting. Someone was eating her cunt with genuine excitement and hunger, tonguing her clit furiously, then zipping down to circle the creamy mouth of her aroused cunt, then back to her clit again.
"Ooohhh!" Cindy moaned. "Yessss…"
Through fluttering eyes she saw the others lounging around watching her. She felt a little embarrassed, but she was having too much fun to quit. Star sucked loudly, wetly, on her nipple, arousing her whole boob into swollen heat, and the other person tongued faster and faster on her soaked stiffening clit. Cindy, mellowed out by two joints of marijuana, gave up all pretense of modesty. She grinned lustily and thoroughly enjoyed what was being done to her.
"More, more," she whispered hoarsely.
Star sucked faster on her swollen tit, and down there in the wet heat of her aroused pussy that expert tongue flicked and lashed faster and faster. Suddenly it shot into her furiously creaming cunt, deliciously stuffing her hole, and Cindy gave a shrill squeal of excitement.
"Yes!" she wailed. "Lick my cunt! Make me come!"
The tongue obliged, flicking swiftly in her soaked burning twat, making her writhe with dizzying pleasure. She could hear the hungry sucking now, the loud obscene slurping, as her little hot cunt was thoroughly reamed and probed. She went wild with horny enjoyment, reaching out to play with Star's long dangling jugs. They were exquisitely soft and satiny, pleasant to squeeze. She dropped them, though, and gasped as she felt orgasm stinging through her body.
"Ohhhh, God, yessss!" she whined. "Yesss!"
The roughly stuffing tongue was bringing her off, reaming deep into her spasming cunt, and Cindy rode with it blissfully till her convulsions faded. Star had moved away to watch her come, and when Cindy's eyes fluttered open again, she saw who'd been eating her pussy so fast and well.
It was Rosa.
Cindy clapped a hand to her mouth and blushed hotly. Oh, my God, if she'd known it was another girl…! Rosa's pretty face was soaked with Cindy's steamy cunt-cream. The redhead grinned at Cindy, then wiped her face with the back of her hand.
"Your pussy tastes good," she said.
Cindy looked horrified. A few people chuckled, and Evita, an experienced-looking blonde, said, "You never made it with a chick before, did you, Cindy?"
Cindy blushed again and shook her head. She couldn't speak.
"Don't get hung up about it," said Evita, smiling soothingly at the blushing girl. "It's okay. We're sisters, friends. It's right and good to enjoy each other. You've been taught a lot of male chauvinist bullshit about how chicks should only make it with dudes. Don't you dig that they only say that to keep us from getting together?"
"Speaking of male chauvinists," said Che, grinning, "how about giving us a turn with Cindy?"
Cindy swept her eyes over the hippie men. They all looked pretty much alike to her, with their full beards and long hair and hard young bodies – and every one of them seemed attractive and desirable to her. She decided just to shine it on about what Star and Rosa had done to her. It was a small price to pay if she could now get fucked by those sexy hippie men. She felt her pussy creaming in anticipation, getting hotly horny again.
No one protested Che's request, and he moved over to lie next to Cindy, eagerly stroking her full swollen tits. Cindy smiled at him, perfectly willing to fuck him, but then Speed and Pigpen came to lie next to her, too. She remembered the leering circle of the motorcycle gang, watching, taunting, as they fucked her one after another. Panic clutched her loins.
"Noooo," she whimpered.
"Hey, remember, she got gang-raped," said Pancho. "She's not really hot for taking on a bunch of guys."
"Hey, sorry," said Che, withdrawing his hand from her tits. "I forgot. We'll leave you alone if you want."
Dizzily Cindy looked around at the handsome bearded young men who lounged beside her. She saw three stiff pale cocks, clean and silky and taut. Again the pot mellowed her anxiety, and she knew these were friends around her, not brutal rapists.
"It's all right," she said.
"You sure, honey?" said Evita, the mother figure of the group. "Are you sore inside?"
Cindy giggled. "Only in my butt," she said, blushing. "They screwed me there, too."
"Pigs!" said Evita, almost spitting in disgust. "Fucking male supremacists!"
"Hey, knock off the bullshit, Evita," said Speed. "You dig it when I fuck you in the ass."
"That's different," said Evita.
"No, but we can get in somewhere else," said Pancho, easing himself on top of Evita. He and the other men were impatient with her women's-lib lecture, and Pancho decided to cut it short with a little fucking.
Evita protested a little, but soon her long shapely legs parted for him and the others saw his swollen cock easing into the hair-fringed hole of her cunt. Cindy watched, too, appalled and turned on at the same time. She'd never seen other people fucking before.
"Ohhh, shit, yeah!" moaned Evita, her voice low and husky. "Put the prick to me, lover. Deep… deep… Yeah, that's right on…"
Cindy watched, entranced, as Pancho and Evita began to fuck. Her shock vanished quickly, and her excitement mounted, for she could very well identify with Evita, imagining how great it felt to have that hard thick cock working vigorously in her cunt. Evita hunched her slim hips busily, lustily, in time to Pancho's deep strokes, and Cindy could see his reddish prick-shaft getting wetter and wetter with her cunt-juice. Before long Evita was moaning loudly and clinging to him fiercely, wrapping her long legs around his waist.
Cindy wanted to screw, too. She looked around and saw Rosa and Star sitting naked, side by side, watching the show. She imagined they wanted to fuck, too, and she said timidly, "Aren't you two going to…"
Rosa laughed. "No, we don't get it on with men, honey. They're all yours."
She reached around Star and began playing with her long lean tits, and Star slipped her hand into Rosa's pussy.
Cindy didn't understand for a moment, and then she blushed hotly. They were lesbians, those notorious creatures she'd only heard about before, women who made love to each other. No wonder they'd been so eager to get at Cindy. As she gawked at them, Star and Rosa slumped slowly down onto the mat and began kissing each other passionately, rubbing their bare tits and fluffy beavers together.
Cindy might have watched more, for in spite of her disapproval, she was fascinated. But Che's head got in the way as he bent to kiss her. She murmured a little, then returned his kiss, wriggling her tongue naughtily into his mouth. What the hell, different strokes for different folks. If Rosa and Star wanted to get it on with women, that was fine. It didn't hurt her. But personally she felt that Che's stiff cock was going to be a lot better than a lesbian's tongue.
Cindy rolled over to rub her bare taut nipples against Che's hard hairy chest. Wickedly she pumped her furry cunt-mound against his hard prick, a long stiff shaft hugging his belly. She wanted to fuck him, and she wanted to fuck him now. She wriggled her tongue impatiently in his mouth.
Che seemed in no great hurry to get to the screwing, though. Like Pancho, he wanted to spin it out, take his time. Cindy's horny little pussy burned with need.
"Hey, man, give us some room," said Pigpen.
Che obligingly rolled off Cindy and lay at her side. Pigpen moved in and began sucking one of her pert pink nipples, and Speed crawled between her legs, gently easing her thighs apart, and began to finger her swollen pink slit. Even as she went on kissing Che, Cindy blushed deeply. Three guys at once! It hardly seemed right, yet it was terribly exciting. Wet mouths aroused her tongue and tit, deft fingers tweaked and massaged her ever-horny little clitoris. After all, she had gotten it on with two guys, Tom and Pete, so what difference did one more make?
"Get your foot out of my face, man," Speed laughed.
"Oh, sorry," said Che, breaking the kiss and laughing, too. "But she's not a very big chick. There's hardly room."
"We can make room," said Speed.
He knelt up tighter between Cindy's legs and opened the furry plump folds of her gash to expose the bright-red shaft of her tiny clit. Cindy trembled with anticipation, and when he dipped his head, she gave a loud squeal of delight even before he touched her snatch. She saw his pink tongue flick out, and then she felt it on her clit, tickling deliciously. She moaned and let her legs fall wide open.
"Rosa was right," Speed chuckled. "Her pussy tastes good."
He applied his tongue vigorously to Cindy's creamy little clit, and the aroused girl moaned huskily. She didn't care if the whole world was watching. She loved having her clit licked, and she was damned well going to enjoy it. Her amused cunt creamed a blast of sticky juice onto Speed's chin, but he just went on licking.
Pigpen seemed fully engrossed with her ripe round tits, sucking one taut nipple, then the other. Che was getting tired of just kissing, however. He moved, kneeling right beside Cindy's head, and seized his bloated erect cock, trailing the dribbling wet knob along her cheek. She glanced up at him, dizzy with pleasure from Speed's hot cunt-licking.
"Hey, baby," said Che huskily, "blow me a little, okay?"
Cindy stiffened and paled. She'd blown only one man, Calvin Trout, and the experience had sickened her. She remembered Miss Trout with the whip in her hand, commanding Cindy to suck her brother's cock. She remembered the evil-smelling ugly prick jamming into her mouth, the choking blast of his jism and how she'd had to swallow it. It was the most sickening sexual experience she'd ever had, and she wanted no more of it.
"I-I don't do that," she said weakly.
"Try it, you'll like it," said Che, grinning at her. "Come on, baby, everything's good between friends. Just suck it a little, for me. I could really get off on it."
Cindy sighed. She liked Che and his friends, and she didn't want to be a spoilsport. She opened her mouth, prepared to dislike the taste of his cock, but as Che eased his stiff meat onto her tongue, she found that his prick smelled nice and clean, that his juice tasted pleasant and salty. Calvin Trout had just been dirty, that was all. She didn't mind Che's cock in the least. She allowed him to push his rod in as far as it would go, about half his stiff length, and she willingly began to suck on the rubbery meat.
She looked around to see, what the others were doing. Pancho and Evita were really getting into their fuck now, panting and humping like crazy, their sweaty bellies meeting in loud wet slaps. Evita's pretty face was twisted into a leer of sensual pleasure, and she was moaning hoarsely. Her long lovely legs were wrapped tight around Pancho's waist, but they weren't still. Evita used them to dig his cock even deeper into her seething cunt, forcing him to fuck her harder. Cindy could see the heavy cream flowing steadily from Evita's skewered cunt, soaking Pancho's cock and belly.
"Awwwww, Christ, yeah!" Evita yelped. "Fuck me, baby! Yeah, it feels so good, so fuckin' gooood!"
Cindy was intrigued with the sight of another couple screwing. She felt it was naughty to watch, but apparently the commune thought nothing of fucking in front of each other. Cindy, in spite of her guilt, was powerfully aroused by watching the other couple ball. She saw the rippling muscles in Pancho's back and butt, the violent thrusts of his body, and glistening drops of sweat, but most of all she was riveted to the flying action of his rigid dick as it zipped in and out of Evita's wide-open drooling cunt.
She could well imagine how great it felt to get fucked hard like that. Evita's every reaction proved her keen enjoyment. Her twisted leering face, her flashing white teeth, her wildly rolling eyes, all signaled her extreme pleasure. Her tits were swollen up taut with arousal, her whole body flushed pink. Her cunt oozed a steady flood of horny cream. Her hips pounded vigorously in perfect time to her partner's fuck-strokes. All these things showed Evita's sensual ecstasy, but nothing was more telling than her constant hoarse cries of encouragement.
"Yeah, put the prick to me, lover," she moaned. "Fuck me, Pancho! Fuck meee!"
Cindy watched, wide-eyed-and envious. She needed a good vigorous fucking like Pancho was giving Evita. But with any luck she'd get it soon. After all, she had three men, eager hard-cocked young men, playing with her body. Speed licked juicily and noisily around her burning little clit. Pigpen sucked loudly and wetly on her pink nipples. Che pumped his erect good-tasting cock swiftly in and out of her mouth, sighing and getting flush-faced with pleasure. Surely it wouldn't be long before one of them got carried away and fucked her.
Meanwhile, pleasure rippling through her body from every source, Cindy turned her attention to the two lesbians, Star and Rosa. She blushed at what she saw…
Star and Rosa had changed their position since she last looked at them. They lay reversed from each other, Star's dark head bobbing up and down at Rosa's pussy, and Rosa's flaming hair flying as she nuzzled into Star's snatch. It took Cindy a moment to understand what they were doing, and then she blushed hotly.
Rosa's pink tongue flicked hungrily around the tiny red shaft of Star's clit, circling and lashing the little joy-bud. Star was worming her slick tongue right up into Rosa's cunt. There was no doubt that the two girls were turned on by their mutual cunt-lapping. Their faces were wet and sticky with each other's twat-honey. They moaned and writhed with pleasure as they tongued each other's cunts.
Cindy tried to imagine how it would feel to do what they were doing, and she could readily imagine how nice it would be to have her clit licked again by the expert Rosa. She imagined Star was just as good a pussy-eater. But wasn't it terribly wrong for two girls to have sex together?
Cindy didn't get to debate the question in her mind. She was soon distracted by Che, who was crawling over her to straddle her chest. He placed a knee on either side, of her shoulders and rested his butt lightly on her big cushiony tits. All the while he was careful not to let his cock slip from her mouth. He grinned down at her lustily, his face red with pleasure.
"Now really suck that meat, honey," he gasped, "as fast as you can. Make me come."
Cindy had no objection. She enjoyed sucking on Che's clean, salty cock. She gurgled with excitement and gave his erect drooling prick an extra hard tug with her lips, and Che moaned shrilly. She drew the hard throbbing cock all the way back to her throat, where the drooling tip fed her the delicious cream she sought. She sucked his cock swiftly, greedily.
"Aw, sheee-it, that's great," Che whimpered. "I love it… Just go on suckin' my dick, bring me off…"
When Che mounted her chest, he left no more room for Pigpen to play with her tits. Pigpen sat beside them, looking a little disappointed, but still eagerly scrutinizing the rest of Cindy's delicious young body, looking for a new place to play.
"Hey, man," he said mildly to Speed, "let me have a turn with her pussy."
"Uh-uh," said Speed, raising his cream-soaked face from Cindy's hot little snatch. "I got here first. I'm gonna ball her, then you can have a turn."
He'd hardly said it before Cindy felt his hard hot meat sliding into her juicy cunt. She moaned loudly and almost bit Che's cock in her sharp excitement. This was what she'd craved, what she'd been waiting for, the long hard presence of a cock in her ever-hungry little twat. She opened her legs as wide as she could for Speed's deep stiff thrusts, and her snatch creamed violently all around his jabbing meat.
"Whooeeee!" yelped Speed. "This little chick is ready!"
He humped happily in Cindy's wet little box, the tightest and hottest cunt he'd ever fucked. His deep-buried dick seemed seared by her heat, and as he probed in her gushing cunt, the noise was obscenely loud and slurpy. Speed sighed and closed his eyes, intending to make this delicious fuck last and last.
Pigpen was still the odd man out. Cindy felt sorry for him, but there was little she could do. Both her mouth and her cunt were occupied by good hard jerking cocks. Later she'd do something nice for Pigpen, she decided.
But Pigpen seemed to be taking care of himself. He crawled over to a cupboard, took out a tube of something. Cindy saw it was a clear jelly which he began to rub on his prick, making it shiny and slick. Then he wormed his way under Cindy's body, supporting both her weight and Che's.
"Uuummpppfff!" Cindy exclaimed in a muffled gasp of terror.
She felt Pigpen's hard sharp cock butting against the tiny pucker of her asshole!