"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?