Daddy's slut girl(36)

"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.