Cindy arched her body sharply upward, trying to avoid Pigpen's rigid probing dick. She couldn't cry out or explain her fright, for her mouth was stuffed full of Che's thick meat. She remembered all too well the incredible pain she'd felt when Little Willie of the motorcycle gang screwed her in the ass. She couldn't stand that kind of pain again.
"Hey, baby, hold still," Che gasped. "It's just startin' to feel really good."
In her contortions Cindy had almost let his cock slip from her mouth. Her wide blue eyes should have signaled her terror, but Che wasn't paying any attention to her expression. He leaned forward and thrust his cock right down her throat. Cindy struggled not to gag.
Meanwhile Speed, also nearly dislodged by her frantic movements, hunched forward and drove his rigid hot cock right to the end of her hole, lest his rod get bucked out of her deliciously tight creamy cunt. Cindy was pinned at both ends, and Pigpen finally managed to wedge the bloated burning head of his erect prick into the tight pucker of her brownie.
"Uummmmm!" Cindy exclaimed, trying to signal her fright.
Che didn't understand. He grinned and said, "Yeah, babe, I know my prick tastes good. Just keep on suckin' it hard…"
"It's my cock she's diggin'," laughed Speed. "She never got screwed so good, did you, baby?"
No, neither of them could understand that she was terrified. They had to be aware of Pigpen humping away beneath her. What did they think he was doing? Cindy moaned and writhed, but nothing stopped Pigpen from completing his stubborn penetration of her tight asshole. She felt the fat hard cock moving into her butt like a great hard turd, and she waited for the searing pain.
It didn't come. His cock was slick, unlike Willie's, and he was slow and gentle. He pushed his prick into her asshole very gradually, and Cindy felt no pain at all, only a delicious slow stuffing. She was amazed at how good it felt, just as good as Speed's thick penetration of her horny little cunt. She gurgled in her intense pleasure. Three cocks occupied her body now – one in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one in her ass – and she loved them all.
"Ahhhh, Christ," moaned Pigpen. It was the only sound he made. He fucked in the delicious tightness of her tiny asshole, too stunned with pleasure to make any noises.
Cindy began to come. She came again and again as the three stiff cocks kept fucking her. Vaguely she heard the noises of other orgasms – the shrill cries of Rosa and Star as they tongue-fucked each other into mutual bliss, Evita's guttural yelps as Pancho's stiff jabbing cock brought her off, and Pancho's low drawn-out moan of orgasm. Cindy paid no attention. Her body was bursting with a beautiful string of climaxes that radiated from her ass and cunt.
After a while she felt her partners coming. There was the steamy blast of Speed's jism in her cunt, then the blazing stream of Pigpen's sperm shooting right up her ass. Finally Che was shooting his load into her throat, and she greedily swallowed every drop of his cum.
Cindy didn't remember much after that. Exhausted from her travels and her vigorous triple-fuck, stoned on pot, she was in no condition to continue the orgy, and Evita put her to bed on one of the mats, tenderly covering her with plenty of blankets. Cindy had a vague notion that the party continued, but she was in a deep sleep.
When she woke late the next morning, she was alone in the room. She felt refreshed and very eager to see her mother. She decided not to wait for Pancho to drive her there. No doubt he and the others would be sleeping in very late, and Cindy wanted to leave now. It would be the very last leg of her journey.
The girls had donated jeans and shirt and poncho for her, and Cindy dressed quickly, too excited to hunt up anything for breakfast. She set out in the huge strange city, without a dime in her pocket and without any idea of what direction to take, but she was happy and confident. She was going to find her mother at last.
Cindy questioned passersby and cab drivers, hitched rides with carloads of teenagers, and shamelessly panhandled enough money for a few bus rides. By this combination of methods, she'd reached her mother's section of Los Angeles about the time the sun was going down. She still hadn't eaten, and her feet were killing her, but her spirits were still high.
She wasn't even very discouraged by the run-down dangerous-looking neighborhood where her mother lived, although she was surprised that Linda hadn't done better for herself. Half the shops were boarded up, and the houses were old wooden tenements with garbage decorating the streets and sidewalks in front. Mangy starving cats and dogs rooted in the trash, and drunk old men snoozed in the gutters. Why had Linda chosen this horrible place to live?
Pop, when he spoke of his former wife, admitted she was beautiful and charming. But it occurred to Cindy that he remembered her from long ago. Linda would be in her late thirties now, perhaps no longer capable of getting by on her looks. Cindy felt suddenly alarmed and protective. If her mother was poor and in trouble, she'd help her, get a job. She'd show Linda what a good daughter she could be…
"Well, hello, Little Red Riding Hood. I'm the big bad wolf."
Cindy jumped and gasped. The man had appeared suddenly from a dark alley, scaring the slit out of her. She stumbled backward a few paces and gawked at him.
He was black and enormous.
He stood about six feet five and had shoulders like an ox. His skin was black as coal, shiny in the late-evening light, and his nose was broad and flat with flaring nostrils. He had giant hands and feet, massively muscled legs and arms that threatened to burst from his tight-fitting mod black suit. His hair was thinning a little, and he wore a beret, cocked at a precarious angle, to cover his bald spot. Cindy realized he wasn't bad-looking, but to her he was terrifying.
"What you doin' down here, little girl?" he said in a resonant powerful voice. "This ain't no place for a honky."
Cindy stared up at him, her face strained with fright. She licked her lips. "Maybe I've got the wrong place," she said. "I'm looking for my mother."
He chuckled softly. "Ain't likely no white girl's mother lives around here, honey. And you sure ain't got no nigger blood. What's the address you lookin' for? Maybe I kin help you find it. I know this town real well."
He didn't seem so menacing now, just contemptuous and amused. Cindy decided to trust him, at least to get his advice. She told him her mother's name and address. The black giant slowly cocked his right eyebrow but otherwise showed no reaction. He studied the small blonde teenager a moment before speaking.
"Well, that ain't so far from here after all," he said. "I'll hep you find it. Better I walk with you – you could get in bad trouble in this neighborhood."
As if to illustrate his remark, a gang of young black hoodlums suddenly came careening down the street, whooping and leaping and grabbing for the low-hung streetlights. They didn't see the big black man, who was still standing in the shadows of the alley, but they saw Cindy.
"Whooo boy!" one of them shouted. "I want that white meat!"
"Hey, baby. Hey, baby," another chanted, moving towards the terrified girl.
"How 'bout some honky pussy, baby?" said another, approaching her with a leer.
Cindy thought she was going to wet her pants, she was so terrified. Just as the gang got up to her, though, the enormous black man stepped out of the alley and faced them. He made no menacing gestures, just stood there with his hands on his hips and looked calmly at the youths.
"This here's mine," he said simply.
"Yassuh," said one of the guys. "Pardon."
The whole gang took off like a shot. Cindy looked up gratefully at her protector, but he only turned and spat into the gutter. "You got no business down here," he said angrily. "If I hadna been here, you woulda got raped – an' worse."
"I'm sorry," Cindy said meekly. "I've never been to Los Angeles before…"
"Los Angeles, shit!" said the man. "This is niggertown, baby, and no honky with any sense comes down here. You better git back where you come from."
"Oh, no?" Cindy cried. "I came all the way from New York, hitchhiking, just to find my mother. I have to find her. Please, please help me."
He gave a deep sigh of irritation. "Oh, all right. Come on."
He started down the darkening street with giant strides, and Cindy had to trot briskly to keep up with him. She understood now the awful danger of being a lone white girl in the ghetto, and this dampened her excitement considerably. Hang on, she told herself nervously, you'll see Linda very soon…
They walked a long way till finally the man turned in at one of the ramshackle tenements and Cindy followed him up three flights of creaking stairs. They went into a dark apartment, and when he flicked on the dim yellow overhead light, Cindy saw a garishly furnished room with overstuffed furniture and big floor cushions and highly polished tables and thick carpet. Someone had spent a lot of money furnishing this firetrap. Why?
"Does my mother live here?" she said.
"Naw, we ain't there yet," the man said, taking off his jacket. He was wearing a salmon-pink shirt, and his powerful shoulders and arms bulged beneath it. "This is my place. I'll get you to your mother pretty soon, but I gotta rest and have a drink first."
Cindy was bitterly disappointed, but she was afraid to protest. He was the only protector she had in this dangerous place, and she had to keep on his good side, no matter what. She waited, standing by the door, while the man poured himself a stiff drink of Scotch and sat down on one of the plushly upholstered sofas. He took a long swallow of his drink, smacked his ups, then looked intently at Cindy.
"You a virgin?" he asked in a businesslike tone.
Cindy blushed all the way down to her toes. "I-I don't think that's any of your business," she said primly.
He scowled. "You wanta get to see your mother?" he said menacingly. Cindy paled and nodded. "Well, all right," he went on. "If that's what you want, you gonna answer my questions – an' no lies. Now you tell me if you're a virgin."
Blushing miserably, Cindy shook her head. "N-No, I'm not."
"How old you?"
"How many men you had?"
Cindy had to stop and count. She decided she couldn't include Calvin Trout, since he hadn't actually fucked her. "Thirteen," she said.
The big black gave a low whistle. "Little girl, you been busy," he said. "You got any diseases?"
Cindy blushed hotly. She knew what he meant. "Certainly not!" she said indignantly.
He laughed harshly. "Sure, you white chicks never do. You think just black girls get 'em." He took another pull on his drink, and then said in his flat business like tone, "Start taking off your clothes. Do it slow."
Cindy just stood there and gawked at him, not believing what she'd heard. It seemed too cruel.
After all her struggles, after getting practically to Linda's doorstep, was she to be raped again?
"Hurry it up," he snarled. "If you wanta get out of this neighborhood alive, you need me – so you better do what I say."
Cindy began to sob, hut she kept it quiet. She knew she must not anger him. She bent and untied her shoes and kicked them off. Then she slowly drew her shirt off over her head, tousling her long shining blonde hair. She no longer had a bra, and her full, round creamy tits quivered before the man's staring liquid brown eyes. He focused on the lovely strawberry-pink nipples and nodded slowly.
"Good," he said. "Real good."
Cindy blushed hotly but didn't dare pause in her disrobing. With trembling hands she unsnapped the front of her jeans and slowly drew down the zipper. She had no panties any more, either, and the black man was treated to the slow revelation of her fluffy golden beaver. He licked his lips, his tongue huge and pink against the black of his face.
Cindy let her jeans slither slowly down to her ankles, revealing her perfectly shaped silky-skinned legs, and then she stepped out of the garment, blushing and trembling. Her mind was working fast. If she let him fuck her, would he still take her to Linda – or would he kill her to hide the evidence of his rape?
"Come here," he said, lounging on the sofa. "Walk over to me."
Cindy walked, thinking her rubbery knees would give way under her. She made it within a few feet of him, however, and then he signaled her to stop. He focused blatantly on her blonde triangular muff.
"That for real?" he said. "The color, I mean."
"Y-Yes," stammered Cindy.
"Step closer."
She complied, and his huge black paw shot out to pet and feel the fine crisp hairs of her beaver. His fingers were very long, she noticed, and he wore many gold rings, some set with semiprecious stones. He chuckled.
"I guess it is real," he said. "I ain't never seen a real blonde one before. You'd be surprised how many fakes there are." He reached out and cupped her firm round butt and drew her closer, till she was standing between his legs. Gently he began to play with her little soft muff, as if petting a kitten. He sipped his drink and began to ramble on in a low, thoughtful voice. "Sure seems funny to be doin' this for a living," he mused. "You know, I coulda been a pro football player?"
Cindy believed it. He was a massive man, probably weighing close to three hundred pounds, yet none of it was fat. It was all heavy hard muscle and bone.
"Yeah, I coulda been big time," he said, "but I got in a fight an' wrecked my leg. No good for runnin no more. I couldn't afford no college without a football scholarship, so I got into this racket. It's a living, I guess. But it ain't often I find somethin' as nice as you."
Cindy didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about. She thought he might even be crazy. She didn't care. She just wanted him to do whatever he was going to do to her, then take her to Linda. She'd do anything now, if she could only get to her mother.
"Open my pants, honey," he said. "Take out that ole meat an' play with it."
Cindy obeyed quickly. He spread his legs a little, giving her access to his crotch, and she unzipped his pants with trembling hands and reached under side for his black cock. Her eyes widened as she drew it out. Even in its flaccid state, it was the biggest prick she'd ever seen. Too big to be real.
"Frig it, little girl," he said lazily. "Get my dick hard. Ain't often I wanta sample the merchandise, but you really appeal to me."
Cindy curled her fingers around the limp warm black prick and began to pump it. Her tiny white hand was dwarfed by his enormously long, thick dong. It didn't take him long to get a hard-on, either. Her timid pumping somehow got him hotly excited, and his enormous black dick twitched violently between her fingers and sprang into full erect life. She could hardly get her fingers around it then, and it looked to be almost a foot long.
The man noticed her surprise and chuckled. "Yeah, I lucked out in one department at least," he said. "Chicks all tell me they never seen a cock that big before. How 'bout you, little girl? You ever seen a dick that big?"
Cindy shook her head. She shivered at the thought of getting fucked by a prick that huge. She felt sure it would split her cunt in half, gone all the way to her stomach. Oh, God, she hoped he didn't want to fuck.
"Get down on your knees, white girl," he hissed. "You gonna taste some black cock."
Cindy obeyed almost eagerly. If she could blow him, she wouldn't have to take that cruelly long prick into her cunt. She knelt obediently between his legs, still clutching his mammoth erect prick. The head was black-purple and seemed as big as her fist. A white droplet of cock-juice stood out starkly against the dark flesh of his knob.
"Lick it!" he said. "Lick up that juice."
Cindy's little pink tongue flashed out and lapped up the salty bubble of cream from the cum-slit of his cock-head. The man quivered a little and sighed. She swished her small slick tongue around and around the hard meaty head of his cock, making the dark knob glisten with her saliva. Thank God the man was clean and smelled good.
"What's your name, honey?" he sighed.
"Cindy," she said, pausing only briefly. She went on licking the enormous swollen head of his prick.
"They call me Cadillac," he said. "Maybe someday you'll know why. But, Cindy, you really turn me on, baby. Mostly I don't like honky chicks, but there's somethin' about you… Now I want you to take that big nigger cock in your mouth, baby, and suck it real good…"
Cindy was glad to obey. If she could bring him off fast, maybe he'd be satisfied, and they could get on to Linda's house. She jammed the huge creamy cock-head between her small pink lips, fed in more of his giant hard dick, till it touched the back of her throat. Then she discovered she'd made a mistake. That elephant prick was too big even for her mouth. It stretched her lips painfully, almost cut off her breathing. She tried to suck on it, but she only choked and gagged.
Cadillac looked down at her and sighed. "Too big for you, huh?" he said. "Story of my life. Okay, baby, spit it out. We'll fuck instead."
Cindy spat his cock out fast, pivoted, and streaked for the door. No way in the world was she going to take that gigantic cock in her cunt. She didn't think of the consequences, a white girl running naked in the ghetto. She only cringed with fear at the thought of her tiny cunt splitting, tearing…
"Get your white ass back here!" Cadillac thundered.
Then he was after her, his huge erect prick wagging heavily before him. His long legs took him to her in a few strides, just as she seized the doorknob. He grabbed her in a suffocating hug and dragged her to the middle of the room, throwing her down on the deep pile carpet. Cindy sobbed in tenor as he towered over her. His stiff wagging black prick looked a mite long.
"You too proud to fuck a black man?" he shouted.
"Noooo!" Cindy wailed. "It's not that. It's-it's your cock. It's too big for me! It'll kill me!"
He almost spat in his rage. "You lyin'," he said. "You just don't want no black meat in that white pussy. You think you're too good. Well, baby, I'm gonna fuck you whether you like it or not, so quit your snivelin'."
He undressed quickly. Cindy, sobbing hysterically, started dragging her bruised body towards the door, blindly intent on escaping him, but it was no use. Cadillac tossed aside the last of his clothes and dropped down beside her, roughly rolling her over onto her back. He eyed the pretty blonde fluff of her beaver, then jerked her legs apart and gawked at the luscious pinkness of her slit.
"My, oh, my," he said, "ain't that pretty? You just keep your legs open, little girl. I'm gonna give you some good black dick…"
Cindy screamed and tried to close her legs, but he held them apart easily. She saw the huge black prick jabbing right at the center of her slit, and she almost fainted with fright. It seemed to explode into her tiny cunt-mouth, stretching, tearing her apart.
"Eeee!" she shrieked. "Noooo! You'll kill meee!"
He penetrated her cunt in one violent cruel thrust, ripping all the way to her womb, and his massive sweating body came down on her, crushing her jiggling tits, blotting out the light. She felt his huge crinkly-haired balls crowding her crotch, his mammoth thick cock filling every bit of her small adolescent cunt and pushing hard against her womb. She felt frighteningly full of cock, horribly impaled.
"Ohhhh, please," she sobbed, "please take it out! You'll tear me! It's too big!"
Cadillac raised his sweating face and studied the sobbing white girl. He liked to rape white women. It was a kind of racial vengeance. He knew his king-size prick was too big for most women, and he liked to hear their screams of pain and terror, to see their contorted faces and watch the blood well up around his dick as he ripped into their cunts. But there was something about this girl… She was obviously innocent and naive, no phony, no honky bitch cock-teaser. He couldn't bring himself to punish her.
"It ain't too big," he said softly. "You just relax, an' it ain't gonna hurt. Let that little cunt relax. You got room. I can fuck you real good, honey, like you never been fucked before. Don't fight me, baby. Relax…"
Cindy knew he was right. She let her gripping cunt go slack and open, did her best to quell her tense panic. He began to move his cock in her tight hole, and there was enough room – but barely. It still hurt. Her cunt felt rubbed raw, her womb cruelly butted, her legs forced painfully apart. His mammoth thick cock slashed brutally back and forth, splitting her tight young twat.
"Ooohhh, it hurts, it hurts," she moaned, tossing her blonde head back and forth.
"No, you like it," he chanted huskily. "You like that long black dick, honey. Biggest you ever took, an' the best. It's good, baby, so gooood…"
He knew he was hurting her, that she was recently virgin, but he couldn't stop. Rarely did he find a cunt that tight and sweet. Cadillac had pimped for nearly two decades, always on the look-out for young inexperienced girls, but he was seldom lucky enough to find one as little-used and young as Cindy. He had to try out the goods before others got there.
"Awwww," Cindy moaned.
His rigid pole sawed steadily over her clit, and in spite of the pain she began to feel herself getting horny. Her tiny stuffed cunt began to cream, a timid moistening at first, then a gushing hot burst around his mammoth sawing cock. She must be crazy, for she even liked the pain.
"I feel it, honey," he whispered. "I feel that good juice. I know you like it."
She didn't deny it. She fell back limply, letting him take her young sweet body, and Cadillac put the prick to her with the force of a pile driver, snorting in his excitement. Her cunt felt red-hot and raked raw, her womb was cruelly butted, yet her excitement mounted. His very brutality turned her on.
"Yessss!" she whined.
She began to spasm around his thick black cock, and Cadillac watched intently as she climaxed. Oh, yes, she was good merchandise. Her passion wasn't feigned. She was coming like a bomb, squealing and writhing. When she was finished, he jerked his pulsing hot dick out of her cunt and jammed it into her gasping mouth.
Cindy's eyes widened, but she opened her throat and took the gigantic flood of jism that filled her mouth and throat. She moaned and swallowed. There seemed to be gallons of his cum, but she eagerly drank it all.
Cadillac sighed and let his limp dick slip from her pink lips. "Okay, little girl," he said. "We'll go find your mother now."
Cindy was so excited she could hardly breathe. Linda's house was only a few blocks away from Cadillac's apartment, and he now admitted that he knew Linda well and could help Cindy identify her. She lived in another wooden tenement, but on the ground floor. Cadillac tried the knob and walked right in without knocking.
Cindy followed him eagerly into the room, then stopped and stared. This wasn't at all what she'd expected. The room was garish and cheap. The rug and furniture were red and worn, the wallpaper cracking, and the room smelled of cheap incense. Cindy hardly noticed these things, however, for her attention was drawn to a big brass bed on the other side of the room where a man and woman were lying stock still, joined cock to cunt. The couple stared at her and Cadillac.
The man was black. He scowled and turned his face to the wall, as if he expected to have his picture taken and wished to avoid it. The woman was white. She was in her late thirties and still very good-looking, with long blonde hair, big full tits, and a hard, attractive face. She wasn't attractive, though, when she glared at Cadillac.
"Just what the fuck do you mean, busting in here like that?" she screeched. "Didn't you think I might have a customer? And why'd you bring that girl in here? Are you crazy?"
Cadillac chuckled softly, maliciously. He grabbed Cindy's arm and led her over to the bed, where the black man still hid his face and the white woman glared furiously. Their bodies were still locked together, black prick deep in white cunt.
"Why, Linda, honey," Cadillac drawled, "I thought you'd be pleased. I brought you your daughter. She come all the way from New York to find you."
"What kind of lousy rotten joke is that?" Linda yelled. "You get your black butt out of here, Cadillac, and take little Miss Muffet with you."
Choking back her tears, Cindy reached into her shirt and drew out the necklace she'd been wearing, the cheap rhinestone heart on a chain which had once belonged to Linda.
"Mother…" she said timidly.
Linda stared at the necklace and went ghostly pale. "Oh, my God…" she said.