Daddy's slut girl(30)

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."