This is the story of what can and does happen to a young girl leaving home for what appears to be a more exciting life.
Cindy Taylor is sixteen years old. Having lived all her life in a small Missouri town, she is drawn by the lure of excitement to Los Angeles. Innocent and naive at the time of leaving home, she soon learns what it will take for her to get along. Gradually, the reader sees the transformation of a scrub-faced teenage girl turned into a wandering street-person, forced to do whatever is necessary to exist. Promiscuous sex, drug experience, and prostitution are all part of her life of "excitement"; a life that she will eventually make one desperate break from in an effort to return to the comfort of home and parents.
CHAPTER ONE
Cindy Taylor' was lying on her bed pouring over the latest movie magazines she had bought at the drugstore. In the corner of her room, her record player was playing the latest records. Her walls were adorned with pictures of her favorite actors and singers. Chewing a wad of gum, she anxiously turned the pages of the magazine, looking at the pictures that filled the inside.
At sixteen, Cindy was fed up with her life.
She was tired of reading about the exciting, fun filled lives that other people were leading and comparing them to her own drab existence. For her, life in Pleasant Hills, Missouri was anything but exciting. Every day was the same as the last.
She would go to school, come home, do homework, have dinner, listen to her records and then go to sleep. On Friday night she would stay at a friend's house, or vice versa. On Saturday night, she would go to a movie and on Sunday she would go to church with her family. On Monday, the week would start over. She was sick to death of it!
"Cindy, come on.
It's almost time for dinner. I want you to set the table."
Sighing, Cindy got out of bed and looked at her Spiro Agnew watch. Right on schedule, she thought, walking into the kitchen where her mother was putting the finishing touches on the dinner she had just prepared.
"Would you set the table, honey?" her mother said, not looking up from the number of pots on the stove.
"All right, mom."
"That's a good girl."
That's right, Cindy thought to herself, I am a good girl. I've never even kissed a boy. Not really, anyway. Not a real kiss like in the movies. And then aloud, "Good grief."
"Did you say something, dear?"
"No, mom," she said, concealing her displeasure with her life as it was.
"By the way, Cindy, I made your favorite tonight. Pot roast."
Meriam Taylor knew that something was troubling her young daughter, but she wasn't sure what. Cindy wouldn't tell her. All she could do was hope it wasn't anything serious and try to please her.
"Did. you hear me? I made pot roast for you tonight," she repeated.
"I heard you, mom. Thanks."
"All right, dear. Your father will be home soon. Why don't you go and get washed up?" In the bathroom, Cindy heard the front door opening and then closing shut. It was her father.
"Meriam?"
"I'm in the kitchen, Sid."
"Mmmm, smells-good. What's cooking?"
"Pot roast. I thought I'd make it for Cindy."
"Yeah, sounds good. Christ, what a day!"
"I know. Well, you can relax now. Would you like a drink? I can fix it for you."
"That's okay. I'll get it. Where's Cindy?"
"Getting washed."
"Cindy, come on. Dinner's ready," he called out.
"I'm coming, dad."
"How was school today?" he asked, as she walked into the dining room.
"Okay, I guess."
Cindy knew that that would be the extent of the conversation she would be involved in for the night. It was always the same. He would ask how school went and she would say all right.
"There we go," Meriam said, setting the roast down in the middle of the table alongside the plates of vegetables.
While her parents discussed the day each of them had, Cindy ate quietly, trying to imagine what famous people were doing right at that moment. She was sure it was something more exciting than eating pot roast and listening to talk about hardware and washing machines that needed repair.
After finishing her meal, she asked to be excused. As she walked back to her room she heard her mother saying how something was bothering her and not knowing what it was.
"Well, she's just at that age, I suppose," her father said. "Probably some boy at school."
Inside her room, Cindy closed the door and lost herself to the world of singers and actors and HOLLYWOOD.
How often had she dreamed about it? She had never been out of Pleasant Hills, but she was sure she knew what it looked like. From glimpses on postcards and in .the movies, she knew it to be a city of hopes and promises; glittering, clean and new; a world and a half removed from the drabness of Missouri.
"Cindy, there's a phone call for you."
"All right, mom."
Getting out of bed, she walked back into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, she put the receiver to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Cindy. This is Karen."
"Hi, what's happening?"
"Oh, not too much. My folks decided to go to a movie tonight, so I'm stuck here babysitting my brother."
"I can come over and keep you company if you want."
"Hey, that sounds like fun. We can listen to some records and junk."
"Just a second." Turning away from the phone, Cindy called out to her mother. "Mom, would it be all right if I went over to Karen's house for a while?"
"I guess so. Just don't be gone too long. You've got school in the morning."
"Karen, yeah, my mom said it would be all right. I just can't stay over too long, whatever that means. I'll be over in a few minutes. Bye."
Hanging up the phone, Cindy went into her room to get a sweater and some records. Saying goodbye, she walked out of the house and headed down the block to Karen's house. When she got there, Karen was waiting at the door.
"Hi, come on in."
Once inside, Karen closed the door and the two girls walked into the living room.
"Just a second and I'll get a couple of cokes."
Cindy took off her sweater and set it down on the couch. When Karen returned, she was carrying two bottles of cola.
"Come on. We can go into my room."
Cindy followed Karen down the hall to her bedroom. It was much like hers with the pictures tacked onto a bulletin board and the record player in the corner and the movie magazines piled on a book shelf.
"Wow, what a drag," Karen complained. "Every time my folks decide to go out, I have to stay home and take care of my brother."
"Yeah, I guess that's one good thing about not having any brothers or sisters."
"It sure is," Karen observed. "You're lucky as hell."
"Karen!" Cindy gasped.
"Oh, it's all right. No one is around to hear me."
"Still, you shouldn't talk like that."
"I'll tell you, Cindy. There's lots of things I shouldn't do, but life would really be a drag if I didn't."
Getting up from the bed, Karen put a record on the phonograph.
"Have you heard Grand Funk's new one?"
"No, not yet," Cindy said.
"Wow, it's really something else. You know. Far out!"
Cindy envied Karen. They were both the same age and had both grown up together, but they were so different. Cindy was always the good one, never doing or saying anything that might shock someone else and always going along with the crowd-as long as it was the right crowd. Karen was just the opposite. She was free-wheeling and often seemed older than sixteen. She was the first one to go to school without wearing a bra and she was the first one to wear a micro-mini, all of which sent shock through the teachers and pleasurable speculating amongst the ways. While some of the more daring girls copied her, others, like Cindy, just envied her.
"Isn't that too much!" Karen rasped, talking about the record."
"Yeah, it is," Cindy agreed, raising the bottle of coke to her. lips and swallowing the cold liquid that rushed into her mouth.
"Say, have you heard the latest about Peggy Morrison?" Karen asked, her voice practically bubbling over.
"No, what?"
"Well, you know how everyone said that she left town to go to school in Massachusetts."
"Yeah."
"Well, I just found out that she was pregnant and her folks shipped her off to some home in Dallas to have the baby." The gleam of excitement in Karen's eyes was unmistakable.
"You're kidding!" Cindy rasped. "Pregnant?"
"Yup. That's the word."
"Who did you hear it from?"
"I shouldn't really say-"
"Come on, Karen! We're best friends, aren't we?" Cindy pleaded.
"Well, all right. Since we are best friends." Karen's voice lowered to a whisper. "You know I'm going with Rick Phillips, right? Well, he said that a friend of his from Kansas City was staying over at his house for a couple of days last summer and that while he was there he banged Peggy and got her knocked up. The guy-his name was Jim-told Peggy's folks all about it, but there wasn't anything they could do but send her off to have the baby. Isn't that wild?"
"Well, why didn't they just-you know-"
"You mean, get an abortion?"
"Yeah, wouldn't that have been easier?"
"Sure, but this isn't New York. Christ, if anyone here ever did that, they would be run Out of town so fast their head would spin."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Cindy agreed, reflecting on the puritan ethics that prevailed in that area.
"Karen, can I talk to you? In confidence, I mean." Cindy had to talk with someone she could trust. She couldn't keep her feelings inside any longer.
"Sure, what's it about?"
"You promise not to breathe a word to anyone no matter what?"
"Cross my heart." Karen made a symbolic slash across her left breast.
"Have you ever wanted to just leave this place? I mean, just pick up and go."
"Sure. Who hasn't!"
"I'll tell you, it's getting so I can't stand it any more. I want to be like you so much, but I can't do it here. God, I can hardly breathe."
"What do you want to do?"
"Well, I've been thinking about running away. You know, just leaving."
"Where would you go?" Karen asked, her eyes wide with interest. Cindy was the last person in the world she would have pegged as unhappy with the quiet life of Pleasant Hills. "Hollywood," was the simple answer. "Hollywood! Wow! How would you manage it?"
"Just take a bus, I guess. I've managed to save a little money. At least enough to get me there and keep me going until I got a job, or something."
"A job? Cindy, you're only sixteen!"
"I know, but I could look older with make-up. Anyway, I just can't take it here any more. What do you think?"
"Gee whiz, I just don't know. What would your parents say? What would they think? I mean, they would be worried as hell."
"I know. I just don't know what else to do. I'm so sick of reading about other people and the fun that they must have. I want some of it before it's too late."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. But-running away! That seems sort of drastic."
"I know. But doesn't it sound exciting. I mean, just picking up and going, taking what comes. At least, it would be better than dying of boredom here."
"You know, it does; sound exciting, I mean. Are you really going to go through with it?"
"I think so. I don't know what else to do," Cindy sighed. "But you've got to promise not to say a word about it to anyone."
"You'll let me know where you are, won't you?"
"Sure. We'll work something out to keep in touch."
Suddenly, there were tears in Cindy's eyes. Karen began crying, too, and then both girls were hugging each other tight as deep, harsh sobs wracked their bodies.
"Oh, Cindy, are you sure you want to do something like this. I mean, you could get hurt, or something." Karen sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Oh, Karen, now I don't know. I just don't know." Cindy gulped, trying to swallow.
"Cindy, I want you to do just one thing," Karen said, pulling away from her friend and looking her in the eye.
"What is it?" Cindy asked, looking for an answer to her problems.
"I don't want you to do anything in a hurry. You know? Think about it and make sure that leaving is what you really want to do. I mean, I would just miss you something awful if you were to leave."
"Do you really mean that, Karen?"
Karen looked at Cindy, incredulous. "Of course, I mean it. We're best friends, aren't we?"
"All right then. I'll sleep on it tonight. I'd really miss you, too," Cindy confessed, already feeling lonely with just the thought of leaving home for some strange city no matter how exciting it looked.
Karen took another sip of her coke and then looked at her friend. The tears stopped, Karen wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I guess I'd better be going home now. My mom said I shouldn't stay gone too long."
"All right. I'll see you at school tomorrow, huh?"
Finishing her coke, Cindy walked with Karen into the living room and picked up her sweater from the couch. At the front door, she kissed Karen's cheek and left. Karen watched until her friend was out of sight and then closed the door. Going back into her room, she set the record needle back at the beginning of the Grand Funk album.
"Is that you, Cindy?" her mother called out as she walked in the front door.
"Yes, mom."
"I want you to take your bath now. It's almost time for you to go to bed."
"All right, mother," Cindy said, walking down the hall to her bedroom.
In her room, Cindy closed the door and slowly undressed. As she let the clothing fall to her feet, her mind was filled with what she had told Karen. She hoped Karen would keep the confidence. If she did leave, she certainly didn't want her folks knowing where she had gone. They would only bring her back home. That wouldn't do!
As she finished undressing, Cindy looked at her girlish body in the full length mirror that was attached to the inside of her clothes closet door. As always, she compared it to the 'pictures of the actresses in the movie magazines, noting any recent improvements.
While her face wasn't beautiful, she was pretty. Enough people said so. Her breasts had begun to blossom slightly over two years ago, and now they were getting nice and round. The nipples were light pink in color. Her tummy was flat and, while her hips weren't really rounded yet, they weren't straight any more, either. The flesh on her thighs was firm. She exercised every night to see to that. Turning to the side, she surveyed her profile in the mirror until she was satisfied with her overall appearance.
Taking a terry cloth robe from a hanger, she slipped it on, not bothering to tie the belt around the middle. Holding the robe closed with her hand, she left her bedroom and walked into the bathroom. After closing the door, she let the robe fall to the floor. Bending down over the tub, she turned on the spigots, watching as it filled with water. When the tub was three-quarters full, she turned off the water and stepped inside. The water was hot and made her gasp as she slowly sat down.
With a wash cloth, Cindy scrubbed her body clean, paying particular attention to her breasts and the newly developed area between her legs; her womanhood. When she was finished, she continued to sit in a tub for a few minutes more, feeling the warmth of the water seeping through her body, relaxing her fully.
It wasn't until she heard her mother calling her that she stepped out of the tub, pulling the plug on her way up.
"All right, mom, I'm finished now," Cindy called out as she hurriedly dried herself with a big, fluffy towel.
Pulling on her robe, Cindy opened the bathroom door, watching the rush of steam exiting with her from the enclosure. Back in her bedroom, Cindy quickly hung up her robe and slipped into a pair of pajamas, wondering when her mother would let her have nightgowns like the other girls wore. Just as she crawled into bed, her mother walked into the room and over to the bed.
"Goodnight, darling," she said, bending down to kiss her cheek. "Pleasant dreams."
"Goodnight, mother," Cindy said, suddenly feeling guilty for even thinking about running away from home.
"Now you sleep tight," her mother said, switching off the overhead light and closing the door behind her.
In the dark silence, Cindy closed her eyes and rolled over onto her side, quickly falling asleep, and losing herself to the nether world of dreams of Hollywood and excitement.
According to the bedside clock, it was almost two o'clock in the morning. Something had awakened Cindy. A noise. There-there it was again. Cindy sat up in bed, listening, straining her ears to hear. It was coming from her mother's room.
Quietly, Cindy got out of bed and walked across her room. Opening the door, she stepped out into the hallway. She could hear it more distinctly now. It was her mother. She was moaning. Was she hurt? Where was her father? Cindy didn't know what was wrong.
Afraid that something was amiss, she quickly ran across the hall and bounded into her mother's room. As soon as she was inside, her mouth dropped open in shock.
"Cindy!" her father shouted, quickly followed by her mother.
Cindy stood frozen, afraid to even move out of the room. She had never seen anything like it before, but she was painfully aware of what was going on. And she had barged right in on them.
Her eyes wide with fright, she looked at her father lying on top of her mother. She could see her mother's left breast with the nipple all dark and swollen. She could also see her father's hairy, muscular rump. The more intimate portions of their bodies were hidden from her view.
Regaining some of her composure, she quickly backed out of the room, apologizing profusely. As soon as the door was closed, she ran back into her room, sobbing harshly as she threw herself onto her bed. A moment later, her mother walked into the room, switching on the light and closing the door behind her so they could talk undisturbed.
"Cindy, I'd like to talk with you," she aid softly, gently rubbing her daughter's shoulder. Her eyes red with tears, Cindy looked up at her mother.
"What?"
"I'd like to talk to you about what just happened. In case you're worried, we're not mad at you. I would like to know why you ran into our room, though."
It took a moment before Cindy found her voice. "I-I thought something was wrong. I woke up and I could hear you moaning. I thought you were hurt, or something. I'm sorry, mom. Really, I am."
"I believe you, darling. And I'm glad you were concerned for me. I hope you weren't frightened. Do you know what your father and I were doing?"
Cindy nodded that she did.
"Well, making love is not something to be ashamed of, so I don't want you to be worried about having burst in on us. It's just that we were startled. You can understand that, can't you?"
"Yes, I-I think so."
"All right, darling, just so long as you understand. Do you think you can go back to sleep now?"
"Yes, mother, I think so. And I am sorry."
"That's all right, sweetheart. You just go back to sleep now. If you like, we'll talk about it again tomorrow. Goodnight."
After her mother was gone, Cindy wasn't able to go to sleep. Lying in the dark, she listened to her mother talking to her father, telling him what had happened. She could only hear bits of the conversation, but she could tell that he was really upset. Crying silently, Cindy felt the hot, wet tears rolling down her cheeks. Her mind was made up. She would leave the next day.
CHAPTER TWO
Cindy tried to keep from acting too nervous as she stood in one of the lines at the first and only bank of Pleasant Hills. In her hand she was holding a withdrawal slip for the balance in her meager savings account.
"Well hello, Cindy. And what can we do for you today?" the teller asked, her voice and smile friendly.
Cindy handed the girl her withdrawal slip.
"All right, Cindy, just a second, please."
Cindy looked around the bank as she waited. She was certain everyone was watching her. She was also certain that they knew why she wanted the money, even though she had told no one except Karen. And even Karen didn't know she had decided to leave.
"This is a lot of money, Cindy," the teller was saying as she walked back up to her window and the waiting girl.
"Uh, yes, I-I know. I'm buying a present for my mother. That's what I've been, uh, saving it for."
"I see," the teller said, eyeing the girl curiously. "Well, that sounds like a nice thing to do. All right, twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, one hundred, twenty, forty, sixty-"
Cindy watched as the money was counted out for her. Two hundred and twenty-five dollars. Stuffing the bills into her pocket book, she said her thanks and walked out of the bank. Looking around, she tried to make sure no one saw her heading toward the main highway. Her plan was to hitchhike out of town and then catch a bus to go the rest of the way. With everyone knowing her, there wasn't any way she could board a greyhound in town and get away with it.
It didn't take long for her to make her way to the highway. As she stood on the side of the road, thumb out, she wished she could have taken a small suitcase with some clothes in it, but there wasn't any chance of her getting it out of the house without her parents knowing about it. She would just have to make do.
It was only five minutes before a car pulled over to give her a lift.
"Hop in, honey."
Cindy got into the car and the man driving pulled back onto the road.
"Where you heading?" he asked, smiling.
"Uh, Kansas City," Cindy said, looking at the driver.
"How old are you, honey?"
"Si-eighteen," Cindy said, quickly correcting her impulse to say sixteen.
"Uh-huh. What are you going to do in Kansas City?"
"Catch a bus for L.A."
"L.A. huh?"
"Yeah. Hollywood."
"I see. You plan on becoming a movie star?"
"No," Cindy said, smiling and feeling herself relax.
"You know, you're pretty enough to be a movie star. By the way, my name's John. What's yours?"
"Cindy. Cindy Townsend," she said, quickly changing her last name for a reason that wasn't at all clear to her.
"Well, I'm glad to meet you, Cindy. I'll tell you, I happen to be going on to L.A. If you're interested, I'll be more than happy to give you a lift. It would save you the bus fare."
"Gee, that would be super," Cindy said, happy with the prospect of not having to spend any of her savings on getting there.
"All right, good. Well, you might as well make yourself comfortable. It's going to be a long trip."
"How long do you figure it'll take?" Cindy asked.
"Ohhh, let's see. About three days, I think. And don't worry. I'll take care of your room and meals, too."
"Say, that's really nice of you," she said. "How can I thank you?"
"Oh, I'll think of something. You look like a friendly girl." .
"Oh, I am," Cindy said. "I have lots of friends," she added, clearly not understanding the meaning behind his words.
"Well, that's good to hear. A person should have lots of friends."
The rest of that day's drive was a combination of talking and listening to the radio. When darkness began to fall, they were already into New Mexico.
"Why don't we stop here for the night and then we can get an early start in the morning," John said. It was more a statement than a question.
"Fine," Cindy said, tired from the length of the drive.
Pulling into a motel, John told Cindy to stay in the car while he went in and registered. Agreeing, she watched as he walked into the small, brightly lit office. It wasn't too long before he walked back out to the car, carrying a room key.
After parking the car in a numbered stall, they got out and went into the room. Cindy had already explained how her luggage had been 'stolen'.
"Well, this doesn't look too bad," John said as he looked around the sparsely furnished room. Closing the door behind him, he slipped the chain latch into place and turned the bolt lock.
Cindy looked at the cracked plaster walls and ceiling. The bed was a creaky old thing, along with the dresser. Both looked as though they were ready to fall apart.
"Would you like something to eat? I noticed there was a diner on the other side of the parking lot."
"Oh, just a hamburger, I think," Cindy said.
"All right, why don't you go ahead and get comfortable and I'll run across."
Alone in the room, Cindy, for the first time that day, wondered whether she was doing the right thing. Although she didn't know all that was to take place, it was clearly evident that she would be sleeping not only in the same room with a man, but also in the same bed. The thought of it both excited and scared her. It would be the first time she had ever done such a thing.
Just then, it occurred to her that she didn't have a nightgown or pajamas. She would have to sleep in her bra and panties. As she was sitting on the bed, contemplating the night, the knob turned and John walked back into the room carrying a bag of food. She watched as he locked the door behind him.
"There you go. One burger with everything-except onions," he said, smiling as he handed her the sandwich.
Setting the bag down on the dresser, he pulled off his jacket and tossed it across the back of a chair sitting in the corner of the room.
Cindy was hungrier than she thought. It wasn't long before the hamburger was gone. Lying beside her on the bed, John eyed her expectantly.
"Guess we might as well get some shut-eye," he said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "Do you need some help getting undressed?"
"No, I-I can manage," Cindy squeaked, trying to keep control over her voice.
Standing up, she slowly pulled the sweater she was wearing over her head. Taking a deep breath, Cindy let it fall to the floor and then began pulling down the zipper on the side of her skirt.
"Hey, you're all right," John said, leering at her semi-nude form. Standing up, he quickly pulled off his shoes and pants, laying them, too, across the chair. With just his shorts on, he got back into bed.
Keeping on her bra and panties, Cindy, too, got into bed, feeling a chill running up and down her spine. She watched as he reached up and turned off the bedside lamp. It was dark now and the only sound in the room was his breathing. Cindy was holding her breath, waiting to see what would happen. She didn't have long to wait.
It was a minute later when she felt John moving over on the bed and then his leg was pressing against hers.
"Can you go to sleep, honey?" John asked, his voice sounding thick to Cindy.
"I don't know. I guess so," Cindy said. "Would you like to relax for a while?"
"I-I am relaxed."
"No, I mean really relax."
Just then, John rolled over onto his side, taking Cindy's face in his hand. His mouth came down on hers in a warm kiss. It was Cindy's first really one.
She could feel her heart beating wildly inside her chest as sensations she had never felt before began racing through her body. She felt his tongue pressing against her closed teeth. Slowly, she parted them and he slipped inside, groaning with desire.
The kiss was setting her body on fire. She was both afraid and eager. She wanted to run, yet stay. She wanted to stay ignorant of man-woman relations, yet learn. Instinctively, she put her arms around his back in a bear hug. Slowly, she began teasing him with her own tongue, licking lightly around the inside of his mouth; playing tag with his own tongue.
"That's right, baby. Now you're getting it," John moaned, pressing one hand to a bra covered breast and squeezing it gently through the thin cotton material.
Cindy moaned softly as she felt the soft mound of her breast being squeezed, bringing her pink tinted nipple to life. Now she wanted to feel his hand on her naked breast.
"Take my bra off," she gasped, her voice filled with excitement, the fear long forgotten.
Sliding his hand underneath her back, John found the small metal clasp holding her bra together. It took only a second for him to unsnap it and pull the straps down from her shoulders.
"Oh, John, John, John," Cindy moaned, whispering his name over and over again as his hand covered her soft, quivering mound.
"You like that, honey?"
"Oh, yes, yes. That feels wonderful. Oh, it feels so good when you squeeze it. Especially around the nipple. Mmmm."
"Well, now, I can make it feel even better than it does now," he whispered.
"Oh, no. I'd die. I can't take it now," Cindy gasped.
"No, you'll take it. And you won't die. You'll just beg for more and more."
As he spoke, John lowered his mouth to one rigid, throbbing nipple. Slowly, he began licking around one sensitive tip until Cindy was writhing with desire underneath him.
Cupping and squeezing the soft, jiggling mounds with his hands, he slowly moved back and forth from one delectable nipple to the other until she was crying with passion and begging to be released.
Leaving her breasts, John started licking down her stomach, drawing nearer and nearer the juicy junction between her widespread thighs.
"Oh, John, what are you going to do?" Cindy gasped, her heart beating even more wildly now.
"Just making you feel good, baby. Now, you just lie back and enjoy it."
By now his tongue was twirling through the light downy patch of Cindy's pussy hair, drawing ever nearer her wet, creamy slit.
Her brain exploding with lust, Cindy ground her inexperienced ass against the bed, thrilling to the sensations John was bringing to her young and innocent body.
When his hands touched her pussy lips and pulled them apart, Cindy was suddenly embarrassed and tried to pull her legs closed.
"Hey, easy, baby, easy. Just relax and I'll take good care of you."
"But-but you were going to lick me there. That's-that's where I-I pee."
"Don't worry about it, honey. Now, just relax."
Cindy let him open her legs again and then he was doing it. Gasping with the strange feelings inside her. Cindy's body exploded at the touch of his warm, wet tongue to her dripping pussy.
"Ohhh, oh, that feels so good," she moaned.
"You like it? Tell me, baby. Tell me you like it."
"Oh, John, I don't know what you mean. Oh, yes, yes, lick it there!" she cried as his tongue touched against her erect clitty.
"Tell me you like your pussy licked, honey."
"Oh, yes, John, yes. I like you licking my-pussy," Cindy moaned. "Ooooh, lick it all over. Lick my pussy!" She liked the sound of the new word.
As John's tongue slithered around her vagina, Cindy could feel something building up inside her body. This was to be her first climax ever. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps as she felt her body striving to reach something, though she didn't know what.
"Oh, John, lick it. Lick it faster. Something's happening inside me. Oh, God, I can't stand it. Harder, faster, oh, ohhhh, John. What's happening. What is it! OOHHH, JOHN, JOHN, JOHN!!!"
As the climax exploded inside her, John eagerly sucked her throbbing clitoris into his mouth, swirling his tongue all around the super-sensitive tip until Cindy had turned into a bucking bronco with her wildly flailing body flying into the air and then slamming back down against the mattress over and over again until she was too exhausted to move.
After it ended, John released her cunt from his mouth and moved back up on the bed.
"You all right?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," Cindy said, her voice barely above a whisper. 'That was wonderful."
"I'm glad. But we're not finished yet."
"Oh? What comes next?" Cindy asked, her eyes glazed.
"Oh, just some cocksucking and then an old fashioned fuck session."
"Cocksucking?" Cindy, puzzled, repeated the words he had-used, not knowing what he meant.
John was incredulous. He looked at her in the darkness filled with disbelief.
"Yeah, honey. Cocksucking. What, are you playing dumb or something?"
"No. I-I don't know what you're talking about. What's a cock?"
"Oh, baby, are you going to learn a lesson tonight!" John said, sliding up on the bed until his back was resting against the bed's headboard.
In the darkness, John took Cindy's hand in his and placed it square on his prick.
"That, honey, is a cock," he said, "and just like I ate your pussy, you're going to suck my cock."
As she held it in her hand, Cindy felt it growing hard. Instinctively, she began stroking up and down the rigidly growing shaft.
"All right, baby, that's enough. Now, get down there and suck it."
Still glowing from her pussy sucking, Cindy crawled between his legs, still holding his penis in her hand. Slowly, she bent her head down to it. The foreign odor wafting up from his crotch greeted her nostrils and she breathed it in. On the musky side, it wasn't at all unpleasant to her.
"Suck it?" she asked.
"That's right, baby. Just open your mouth and suck it."
Following John's instructions, Cindy opened her mouth and sucked the head of his prick inside.
"All right, take as much as you can inside your mouth," he said.
Excited by the feel of his cock in her mouth, Cindy swallowed as much as she could until her jaws couldn't stretch any farther.
"Okay, honey, that's good. Now start moving your mouth up and down on it. And keep licking it with your tongue."
Closing his eyes, John lost himself to the feeling of Cindy's warm mouth encircling his throbbing penis.
"Oh, yea, baby. Just like that. Ohhhh, that's good. Suck it harder now. Scrape it with your teeth."
Cindy followed his instructions, trying to please him the way he had pleased her. His cock excited her and she strained to take it even deeper.
"All right, baby, that's enough for the time being," John said, pulling away from her. "Now it's time for the real thing."
"What's that?"
"You'll see. Just flip over onto your back and open those legs nice and wide."
In the darkness, John watched as his young lover got onto her back and parted her legs as wide as she could, following his instruction.
Feeling his cock throbbing with excitement, John mounted her. Grasping the base of his prick in his hand, he pressed the head against the juicy, wet opening to Cindy's cunt hole.
Suddenly, fear rose up inside Cindy's body and she tried to pull away from him.
"No, please, John. Not that. I've-I've never done this before. Please!" she begged.
"Hey, baby, don't worry about it. There's a first time for everything. Listen, you'll be glad you did after we're through."
"No, John, please. Don't make me do this," Cindy gasped, her eyes wide with fright.
"You still want that ride to L.A.? Well, this is the price."
"I'm afraid, John," Cindy said, trying to relax. "Will it hurt?"
"Naw, it won't hurt. I'll be careful. Don't worry."
Moving slowly, John pressed the head of his penis into the tight opening to Cindy's vaginal channel. He could hear her gasping from the pressure of his cock on her virgin pussy. Strangely, her fright excited him.
As he slid in and out of her vagina, going deeper with each stroke, Cindy moaned with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension. She was grateful for the slick juices oozing out of her hole, greasing the way for his hard tool.
"Oh, John, it-it hurts," she said, trying to relax through the ordeal.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll be popping you in just a minute and then you'll really love it. Just hang in there, all right?"
"All right, John. But-but hurry, please."
"Okay, baby, okay. Here we go!"
John had his prick buried halfway inside her. He could feel the head pressing against her cherry. Drawing back somewhat, he slammed forward with all his strength, shooting his cock past her elastic hymen.
A harsh cry of pain escaped Cindy's taut lips as she felt herself being split open from the pressure of John's prick inside her.
"Ohhhh, John, it-hurts. Please! Take it out. Oh, God, please! Take it out of me, John. I don't-like it. Ohhhh!"
"Hold on, baby. Just hold on and relax so you can get used to it."
"No, no. I don't want to get used to it. Please! Take it out of me. Just take it out." Instead of complying with her wishes, John began slowly stroking his cock back and forth inside her blood soaked vagina. Groans of pain mixed with groans of passion filled the room.
Slowly, as John knew they would, Cindy's moans took on a new meaning. They were more guttural now; less harsh. Her breath was coming in quick gasps. He could feel her vaginal walls relaxing around his rigid length of meat. Her arms around his back were also acting differently. No longer were they trying to push him away. Now they were clinging; trying to pull him closer to her body; trying to draw him deep inside.
"Ohhhh, John, that feels sooo good, just like you said it would. Mmmm, I love it. Go deeper-deeper! God, God, that's wonderful. I never knew it would feel so good!"
In unison, their bodies moved together, rocking on the bed, pulling apart, coming together, slowly at first and then faster as their combined passion mounted.
As John felt his balls pulling tight in their sac, he began slamming into her wanting cunt as hard and as fast as he could. Her titties, jiggling on her chest, made wonderful targets for his mouth.
Hungrily, to Cindy's delight, he lowered his mouth to one dark, puckered nipple and sucked the morsel inside. Gently, he dug his teeth into the wrinkled outer area while lapping his tongue wildly over the rigid, pointed tip until Cindy was gasping for breath and begging for relief.
Wildly thrusting her hips up to meet each of his downward plunges, Cindy drove his cock into her eager hole as far as she could until it felt as if he would go on through all the way to her stomach.
"Oh, John, harder! Do it harder! Ohhhh, God, it's happening again. Slam it into me. Give it-Give me your COCK!!" she screamed, her voice echoing against the walls in the room.
All at once, John could hold back no longer. Thrusting mightily, he plunged the entire length of his rigid, throbbing prick as deep as he could into the horny, wet depths of Cindy's cunt. Gasping for breath, he shot his load into her hole. His prick convulsing, gism, hot and thick, splattered everywhere, drenching further her already soaked vagina.
At the same time, Cindy's lust, too, was released. The feel of his hot cream splashing inside her was all it took. Hoarse cries of passion were ripped from her throat as her entire body rose into the air, falling crushingly back onto the mattress as wave after wave or climactic pleasure rocked inside her until she was finally left weak and spent.
John stayed on top of her lithe, young body until his cock withered. Only then did he roll off her and onto his back, breathing deeply from his exertions.
Sighing with pleasure, Cindy rolled onto her side, next to him, and kissed his chest gently, over and over again, moving slowly up toward his face where she planted a final kiss on his lips.
"John, you were wonderful," she whispered. "Now I feel like a real woman, and I owe it all to you."
"You are a real woman, baby," John whispered, peering at her in the darkness of the room.
"Yes, now I am. Now I'm a woman. And a tired one at that."
"Why don't we try and get some shut-eye," John suggested. "We've got to get an early start in the morning."
"All right, darling," Cindy whispered. "Goodnight."
Putting one arm across his chest, Cindy closed her eyes and was asleep in a matter of minutes. John listened to the regular sound of her breathing and felt the softness of her body next to his. He couldn't sleep, though. He wanted to know what the hell happened. All he wanted was a piece of ass! And now some hick chick was talking like she was in love, or something.
It was four in the morning when he slipped out of bed, being as quiet as he could to keep from waking Cindy. After slipping into his clothes, he left a twenty-dollar bill on the dresser and sneaked out of the room. He felt bad, but, Christ, this had happened to him once before and the chick just kept hanging on. There was no getting rid of her. Finally, he had to ditch her, too.
Cindy never heard him leaving. Dead to the world, she dreamed of John and the new found pleasure he had brought her.
CHAPTER THREE
Cindy woke up in the morning in an empty bed. Her mind flipped through the events of the past night. She smiled at the recollections.
"John?" she called, out, thinking he might be in the bathroom. "John?"
She was alone in the room. Getting out of bed, she quickly slipped into her clothes. Opening the door, she looked outside. The sun was shining brightly. The sky was a bright New Mexico blue. And then she saw it. The car was gone.
Panic began overtaking her as she closed the door. Suddenly, she felt her pockets. Yes, her money was still there. But where was John? He couldn't have just left her. He just couldn't have!
Looking toward the dresser, Cindy saw the twenty that he had placed there before leaving. The realization that he was really gone began to penetrate her mind. Picking up the twenty, she looked at it, hoping it would give her the answer she was looking for.
"That son of a bitch!" she blurted out, shocking herself with her language. 'That lousy son of a bitch!"
Confused, Cindy sat down on the bed. She was alone, and for the moment, didn't quite know what she was going to do.
Trying to stay calm, she sorted things out in her mind. It wasn't really any different that if she were leaving Pleasant Hills, she reasoned. She simply had twenty dollars more and was a hell of a lot closer to California, than when she had started. Sure, who needs him, she thought.
Closing her mind to him, Cindy stuffed the money he had left into her pocket and walked out of the room into the bright morning. The sun was warm and made her feel a little better.
Standing beside the highway, she stuck out her thumb and waited for someone to stop.
She didn't have long to wait. A large car, gleaming and shiny new, pulled to a stop beside her. Moving quickly, Cindy opened the door and jumped inside. The guy driving looked to be in his mid-forties, and not too bad-looking.
"Where ya headed, honey?"
"Los Angeles," Cindy said, smiling.
"L.A., huh? That's a pretty good town. You from there?"
"Oh, no, I'm not."
"Oh, just visiting, huh?"
"Well, I'm planning on living there."
"I see. Yeah, you should like it there. Real swinging place. Ever been there before?"
"No, first time."
"Say, you don't have to sit all the way over there," he said, looking at her from the corner of his eye. "Slide on over."
"Sure, why not?" Cindy said. "Anything for a ride."
"Say, honey, I like the way you think." When she was sitting on the seat beside him, he put his arm around her shoulder, letting the tips of his gingers rest lightly on her right breast.
"You know, if you like, I can drive you all the way into L.A.," he said, giving her breast a soft squeeze.
"Now, where have I heard that one before?"
Cindy said, openly sarcastic.
"Huh? What does that mean?"
"Oh, nothing. What's it gonna cost me?"
"Why nothing, honey. I just want a little companionship, that's all. It's not gonna cost you anything. You just be nice to me and I'll take you anywhere you want. That's all. Now, how about it?"
Cindy found herself learning a quick lesson in life. When it came to getting things, it didn't matter what, her body could get it for her. It didn't hurt her and it didn't cost her anything, so why not? She knew the money she had wouldn't last forever, and it certainly beat the hell out of working just to get along. Sure, why not?
"Sure, honey. You just tell me how nice you want me to be."
Suddenly, she was scared. This was all so new to her. She knew what it would take to get along, but she still wasn't sure she could do it. Last night with John had been an accident. He started it and she went along for the ride. She knew there was a name for women who use their bodies like she was planning on doing. Would she be able to live with herself? She didn't know. All she could do was hope or the best.
"By the way, my name's Phil. What's yours, honey?"
"Cindy."
"Well, I am certainly glad to meet you, Cindy," he said, squeezing her knee. "Yes, sir, we're gonna get along just fine, you and me. Just fine."
As he spoke, he began moving his hand up along her thigh, slowly nearing the crotch of her pants.
"Say, for a girl who's going all the way to L.A. you're sure traveling light. Didn't you bring any luggage, or anything?"
"Uh, I didn't have time to pack anything. I was planning on getting some stuff when I got there."
"Ah, yes, I see. Well, if you're real nice to me, we'll see what we can do about getting you some things when we get into town. How does that sound?"
"Just fine. I really don't have that much money with me," Cindy said, taking the step.
"Well, don't you worry about that. I've got plenty enough for the both of us."
Cindy's heart was pounding inside her chest as she cuddled up against him. She could feel her emotions tearing her apart as she struggled with her conscience.
She knew what she was doing was wrong, terribly wrong. But what else could she do? How many girls did she know in Pleasant Hills who were doing the same thing, only for free.
For nothing! She had to do it.
Her hand trembling, she reached over and pressed it against the crotch of his pants, squeezing his limp penis beneath the material of his pants.
"Mmmm, and what have we got here?" she said, keeping her voice soft and low.
"Well, you could always take it out and see," he said.
"You sure I won't interrupt your driving?" Cindy asked, rubbing gently along the hardening shaft.
"Hell no, it won't bother me. It'll bother me sure as hell, though, if you don't."
Cindy was silent, as she pulled down his zipper and dipped her hand inside. With her fingers, she pulled down his white undershorts, and his cock sprang into view. It was the first time Cindy had ever seen one. Last night really didn't count, because it was dark inside the room.
Her eyes were wide, and her heart was beating with excitement as she looked at the rigid length of flesh. The head was a deep, dark red, almost purple, and there was a little slit in the center of it. She watched as a drop of clear stuff oozed out of it. The shaft was a brownish color and she could feel it throbbing as she lightly stroked her fingers up and down the length of it.
"Go on, honey, give it a suck," Phil urged.
Licking her lips, Cindy dropped her face down to his lap. She guessed that he had showered that morning because he smelled all clean and soapy, not like John who smelled kind of dirty.
Hesitantly, Cindy swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and lapped up the juice that had oozed out of his piss hole.
She was surprised to find that there was no flavor to it. Moving slowly, she licked lightly up and down the shaft, enjoying the way she was making it throb. Suddenly, she forgot her fears. She was enjoying herself.
Opening her mouth wide, she sucked the head inside, and then dropped lower until she had about half the length of his prick stuffing the inside of her mouth.
"That's right, baby, you suck it real good, and Uncle Phil will take real good care of you. Ugggh! Yeah, baby, just like that. Nice and deep-nice and deep."
Warm saliva was running from her mouth down the shaft of his cock and onto his squirming, jiggling balls. Gingerly, Cindy rubbed the wetness into the thin, hairy sac as her own body swelled with lewd excitement.
For Phil, it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on his driving. Pulling over to the shoulder of the road, he stopped the engine and let his head fall back against the head rest.
Cindy was doing everything but swallow his cock whole. His groans of lust grew louder as his orgasm came upon him. He could feel his balls pulling tight in their sac, and his cock was throbbing wildly inside Cindy's mouth.
"Uggh, baby, suck it hard now! Suck the juice out of me, baby. Suck it!"
Cindy worked until her jaws were aching. She drew the cock in as deep as she could into her mouth. Sucking, pulling, biting, nibbling, and licking until Phil finally exploded with a loud, harsh grunt.
"Ohh, shit! Lick it, suck it! I'm coming, baby. Drink it down! Drink all of my hot, thick juice, baby."
Cindy did just that, swallowing feverishly, not wanting to miss a drop of the heady, delicious elixir, until his balls were drained and his cock began going soft inside the warm confines of her mouth. Reluctantly, she let it slip free and stuffed it back inside his pants.
"Hey, that was some head," Phil grinned, starting the car again and pulling back onto the highway. "Yeah, that was some blow-job." Slipping a tape into the tape player, Cindy leaned back and relaxed. The music wasn't exactly rock, but it was all right. On the floorboard, her feet tapped in time to the music.
Phil explained that he was in a hurry to complete some business in Los Angeles, so lunch was a quick affair, some sandwiches from a drive-in along the way. Cindy didn't mind. She, too, was quite anxious to arrive in L.A.
Darkness came, and Phil continued to drive. Tired, Cindy closed her eyes, and tried o sleep. It was almost midnight when Phil finally pulled to a stop.
"Huh, where are we?" Cindy asked, being roused from her sleep.
"Kingman," Phil answered, himself sounding more than tired.
"Kingman? Where's that?"
"Arizona. We're almost at the California border."
"We stopping for the night?"
"Yeah, I think so. There's a small motel here. I'm too bushed to drive any more. I was hoping I'd make it straight through, but I can hardly keep my eyes open. Anyway, from here it's only six hours to L.A. Come on, I've already registered."
Half asleep, Cindy got out of the car, and walked to the door of their room with Phil. Turning the key in he latch, he opened the door, and Cindy walked into the room, falling flat on the bed. She did not bother to get undressed, and it wasn't two seconds before she was fast asleep with Phil soon behind her.
The brightness of the dawn sunlight filtering into the room through thin curtains awoke Cindy with a start. She had been dreaming that Phil, too, had left her stranded.
"Phil?" she gasped, sitting up in bed with a start.
Her heart was hammering away inside her, as she saw him sleeping soundly beside her. Gradually, she began to relax. He hadn't left her. He was still there.
Closing her eyes, she turned her back to the curtains and fell back asleep. A couple of hours later, Phil was shaking her awake.
"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty. Come on. It's time to go."
Sitting up in bed, Cindy shook the cobwebs of sleep from inside her head. Rubbing her eyes, she yawned.
"Ugh, I feel so cruddy. So I have time to take a quick shower?"
"Sure, honey, take your time."
"Say, there wouldn't be a drugstore or something around here would there? I lost all of my things, and I don't even have a toothbrush."
"Sure, I think I can find one. Why don't you hop into the shower, and I'll be right back."
"All right, thanks."
Getting out of bed, Cindy undressed. Phil watched as she slowly exposed her body to him. Soft, round breasts, flat tummy, cozy-looking pussy, cute ass, nice legs. Yeah, she was really together, he thought, really together.
Smiling at him, she walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Inside the stall, with hot needles of water splashing down on her, she began singing. Soft at first, her voice gradually grew louder. She was happy today. Happier that she could remember being in a long time.
"Cindy?" It was Phil's voice.
"What?"
"There's a toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter there. As soon as you're done, we'll have some breakfast and then hit the road again."
"All right, Phil. I'll be out in a minute."
Quickly, Cindy rinsed the soapy lather from her body and turned off the water. It was good to feel clean again. Stepping out of the stall, she wrapped a towel around herself and quickly brushed her teeth. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled.
"Come on, I'm hungry," Phil's voice rang out.
"All right, Phil. I'm coming already."
With the towel still wrapped around her, Cindy walked out of the bathroom. Phil was sitting in one of the chairs, watching the television. Turning his head, he looked at her and smiled.
Smiling back, Cindy dropped the towel, letting him stare at her naked body.
"Ugh, I'll sure be glad when I can get some clothes," she said, pulling on her pants and sweater, and not bothering with panties or bra.
"As soon as we get to L.A., we'll do some shopping," Phil promised. "But right now, let's go and get something to eat. I'm starved."
"All right. I'm ready," Cindy said. "Let's go."
Leaving the room, the two got into the car, and pulled away.
"There's a coffee shop down the road, a little way, that looks pretty good," Phil said, easing out onto the highway.
"Um, I'm really hungry now," Cindy said.
"Good. We'll have a real western breakfast and then we'll go on and drive straight through into Los Angeles," said Phil.
"That's fine with me. The sooner we get there, the better," Cindy said.
"Good. Here we are."
Phil pulled the car into a slightly crowded parking lot. Getting out, they went inside and took a table in the front of the dining room.
"Can I help you?" a smiling waitress asked, standing beside the table.
"Yes, two steak and eggs, coffee and orange juice."
"All right. And how did you want the eggs cooked?"
"Medium well?" asked Phil, looking at Cindy. Cindy nodded.
"And the steaks?"
"Medium."
"All right, sir."
Phil watched as the girl walked away from the table. She was pretty well stacked. Grinning, he watched the gentle swaying of her rounded ass. Watching him, Cindy smiled.
"Maybe you'd like to ask her to come with us," Cindy said, still smiling.
"Might not be a bad idea. Would you mind?"
"Why should I mind? All you're doing is giving me a lift."
"Such an open mind on such a young girl," Phil said. "I've got a feeling you're going to do all right."
"You know, I've got a feeling you're right," Cindy said.
Breakfast came a few minutes later, and the two of them ate ravenously. Steak, eggs, potatoes, toast-everything vanished within minutes. They left the plates polished clean.
Lighting a cigarette, Phil sipped a second cup of coffee. Offering a cigarette to Cindy, she declined.
"You're smart," said Phil. "It's a rotten habit."
A few minutes later, Phil paid the check, and they were on their way. Cindy could feel herself becoming excited when, an hour later, they crossed the California-Arizona border.
"This is California?" Cindy asked, excited.
"Well, Needles, California. It's hardly Los Angeles."
"How far are we from L.A. now?"
"Oh, about five hours, I guess."
"I sure am excited!" said Cindy, her voice bubbling over.
"Well, just relax. We'll be here soon enough."
Leaning back in her seat, Cindy looked out the window, watching the desert fly by. Anxiously, she looked at all of the road signs, noting the distance remaining between them and Los Angeles.
After Needles came Barstow, Victorville, San Bernardino County, and then Los Angeles County. Cindy's heart was beating wildly in her chest as the sign on the side of the freeway popped into her line of vision.
"We're here," she shouted.
"Another hour, and we will be," Phil said, pointing out the fact that they had entered the county limits and it was a big county.
"That's okay," Cindy said, excited. "How much farther is it to Hollywood?"
"Forty, forty-five minutes."
Cindy kept her eyes glued to the side of the road, watching for mileage signs. It wasn't too much longer before Phil interrupted her vigil. 'There," he said. 'That's City Hall."
Cindy followed his pointing finger. "Which one?" she wanted to know.
"The tall one, see it?"
"Oh, yeah, gee!"
Traffic had grown heavy, and they were now moving considerably slower.
"Boy, it sure is crowded here."
"Honey, you just ain't whistling Dixie," Phil said, smiling at her naivete.
The Hollywood Freeway sign hung suspended over the road. Cindy squirmed on the seat as the realization that she had arrived finally hit her.
"I'm here, she thought. "I'm really here in Hollywood."
Her head moved back and forth in disbelief, like it was only a dream, and she was going to wake up in her bedroom back in Pleasant Hills.
"I hope you're not going to be too disappointed," Phil said.
"Disappointed? Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's like you're expecting a little too much. It's really just another city."
"Oh, no it isn't! It can't be! I won't let it be!"
Taking the Sunset off-ramp, Phil made a left and drove to a motel a half-mile down.
"We'll stay here tonight," he said, swinging into the parking lot and pulling out of view from the office. "Wait here and I'll register."
Cindy waited in the Car for a few minutes, and then Phil returned, carrying a room key. Getting back into the car, he pulled into a stall in front of the room.
"Come on," he said, "let's have some fun."
Eagerly, Cindy got out of the car, and followed him into the room, closing the door behind them.
"What kind of fun did you have in mind?" she asked, grinning at him.
"I'll give you two guesses, baby. And you better not miss. " As he spoke, he began undressing.
Cindy watched until he was down to his shorts and then she quickly pulled off her pants and sweater. Running eagerly, she met him in bed. Licking his lips, Phil watched her breasts bouncing and rolling seductively on her chest.
"Mmmm, that's what I like," he said, grasping and squeezing one soft mound until the nipple was taut and rigid, pressing against the palm of his hand.
Hungrily, he pressed his face to the pillow of flesh, and sucked the tender morsel inside his mouth, swirling his tongue all around the sensitive tip.
"Ohhh, Phil, Phil!" Cindy moaned, pressing her hand to the back of his head, pressing his face even harder against her lustful, quivering mound.
As he mouthed her breasts, Cindy suddenly found herself thinking back to three days before. Up until then, she had never even let a boy kiss her. And now, she was letting men do anything they wanted to her, and she was doing anything they wanted her to do for them.
Why?
What had happened to her? Just then, Phil pressed his hand to her wet cunt. Her legs fell open, and his fingers came up against the rigid nub of her clitoris, driving away any questions that may have remained to nag her in the back of her mind. She didn't care why. All she knew was that she was enjoying herself. That was all that mattered.
Eagerly, she reached down between their bodies, and grasped the hardening length of his penis. Wrapping her small fingers around the large, hard shaft, she began stroking it up and down, causing it to grow even longer and harder in her hand.
"Ohhh, Phil, you're getting so big," she moaned.
"I'm glad you like it, honey."
"Oh, I do, Phil. I do like it. I love it, in fact," she moaned, her eyes closed as desire throbbed deep inside her body, gathering in a fiery knot deep within the depths of her wet vagina.
Just then, Phil rolled over on top of her. Cindy gasped at the weight of his body, and then at the feeling of his cock head pressing against her open cunt hole. Slowly, at first, Phil began sliding his tool into her hole.
"Ohh, that feels good. Deeper. Go deeper," she whispered, pumping her pelvis up to meet him as she spoke, trying to get him all the way inside her.
"You like it, honey?"
"Oh, yes, Phil. Give it to me. Ohh, that's nice. So nice! What are you doing to me. I can't stand it. I can't-Ohhh, harder! Deeper! Deeper inside me-ugghh, I love it. I want it."
"Don't worry, baby, you're going to get it real good. You just hang in there."
As he spoke, he began taking larger thrusts, driving his cock to the hilt inside her wanting pussy. The wet warmth of her tight, velvety cunt made him groan with desire, putting him on the verge of shooting his load.
"Oh, shit, that's wonderful," Cindy said, as she exploded with her first climax. "Oh, shove it into me. Fill me with your thing. Fill my hole."
Cindy was like a woman possessed. Her body was now nothing more than sheer, raw energy. A force! A grinding, pumping, forcing, squeezing, writhing, crying, screaming, moaning, hunching, spasming, wanting, demanding, draining force! And Phil came!
It was more than he could stand. His cock was being twisted into submission inside the hot, murky depths of Cindy's pulsating cunt.
A harsh groan of pleasure cleared Cindy's throat, and Ups, as she felt Phil's hot spunk splattering deep inside her cunt, coating her, soaking her, and then oozing back out again, as she, too, climaxed. The contractions in her vagina sent a warm load of her own pussy cream gushing out from around Phil's engulfed cock, and then it ran down the spread crack of her ass to gather in a slimy puddle beneath her on the bedsheet.
"Ohhh, wow, wow, wow!" she moaned, when it was over and Phil was taking his limp tool out of her hole and crawling out from between her spread thighs.
"That was too much! Just too much!"
Phil smiled at her, wondering how long it would take him to recuperate. He had known many women, but never one as excitable and exciting as Cindy. He was sorry he would have to leave her, but he was sure his wife would never understand, and since his money was her money, he couldn't afford to be taking any unnecessary chances.
It was nine o'clock when Phil told her he would have to be leaving.
"Leaving? I thought we were going to stay here tonight."
"You are, Cindy. I have a home that I must get back to. In fact, I was supposed to be back by six." x
"What, are you married or something?"
"Not or something. I'm married."
"Married!" Cindy could feel the tears welling up inside. Suddenly, she felt very alone and lost.
"I'm sorry. I should have told you. I thought that-well-maybe you knew."
"I see," was all she said.
"I said I would take care of you when we got here, and I will. Don't worry about that." Cindy watched as he got out of bed, and picked up his pants. He took a wallet out of the back pocket, and went back to the bed. Opening the billfold, he counted out some money, and handed it to Cindy.
"This isn't really for anything you've done," he said, his voice apologetic. "It's only because you're a good kid, and I want to help you, okay?"
Cindy counted the money. Two hundred dollars. "Okay," she said. "Will I ever see you again?"
"Maybe. Sometime."
Lighting a cigarette, Phil smoked it down, until it was threatening to burn his fingers, before he put it out. Getting up, he dressed. Cindy watched as he pulled his clothes on.
"Don't worry," he said. "Like I told you, you'll make out. I'm sure of that. You won't have any problems. You've got it all together."
"All right, Phil. And thanks for everything."
"Don't mention it. Take it easy, huh?"
"Sure, Phil, sure."
Cindy watched as he left, closing the door behind him. He was gone and she was alone. Burying her face in the pillow, she began crying, sorry that she had ever left Pleasant Hills.
When there were no tears left, she sat up in bed, and tried to think out her situation. She could see that it was dark outside. She wondered what time it was. Reaching over to the bedside table, she picked up the phone, and waited for the operator to answer.
"Yes?"
"Can you give me the time, please?"
"It's eleven-thirty."
"Thank you," said Cindy, hanging up the receiver.
Deciding to stop feeling sorry for herself, Cindy was suddenly filled with excitement. She could hear the noise of the traffic outside. Getting out of the bed, she walked over to the window, and pulled the curtain to one side, and looked out.
Cars filled the street. Hundreds of them, all moving at a snail's pace, in the bumper-to-bumper traffic. And people walking all around-some walking, some hitch-hiking.
Forgetting all about Phil, Cindy left the window, and hurriedly dressed. Leaving all but ten dollars in the room, tucked in the back of the desk drawer, she walked out onto the street, joining the throngs of people already there.
Her eyes wide with excitement, she looked at the lights. She had never seen so many on one street in her entire life. And music! It was all over the place. Some came from car radios, some from buildings that had live bands and dancing.
A shrill whistle caught her attention. Turning, she saw a group of guys in a car. The driver whistled again, this time adding a smile. Cindy smiled back. People are so friendly here, she thought, walking down the street.
Now she was in the middle of it. Almost every building was some sort of club. The music was blaring, and the sidewalks were jammed. Politely excusing herself, she made her way through the crowds.
How foolish she was for being scared, she thought. What was there to be scared of. Everywhere she turned, there was music, people laughing, talking. Everyone was just having a good old time, as they say.
"Hey baby, what's happening?"
Cindy turned. "Who me?" she asked, looking at a guy, not too bad-looking, standing up against a wall.
"Yeah, you know, you're a pretty foxy looking chick. You out by yourself tonight?" Cindy moved closer to him. "Well, actually, I just got here. I haven't had a chance to meet anyone yet."
"Well, we can take care of that. No sweat. Come on."
Moving toward her, he put his arm around her shoulder, and led her into a group of about five or six, standing around talking.
"Say, what's your name, chick?"
"Uh, Cindy."
"Cindy, that's cool. I'm Rip."
"I'm glad to meet you, Rip," Cindy said, slightly self-conscious.
"Hey, hey, hey," Rip said, getting everyone's attention. 'This here is Cindy. She just got into town, and she don't know anybody yet. Cindy, this is Mike, Pete, Shirley, Jean, Bill, and Sandy." As he introduced her, he pointed each one out.
"Hi," Cindy said.
"Hi, chick, glad to know you."
It wasn't long before Cindy found herself embroiled in a conversation about pot, acid, and police brutality-the main topics of conversation, as she was soon to learn.
"Hey, let's go inside and dig the sounds for awhile," someone said.
"Sure, why not?" someone else said.
With Rip's arm around her shoulder, Cindy followed the group. The music, blasting out from huge amplifiers, reverberated inside her head. Rip led her onto the dance floor, and soon she was moving With the music without any conscious effort on her part.
"Far out, huh?" Rip shouted above the music.
"Yeah, really!" Cindy shouted back.
When the band finally stopped to take a break, the two of them walked over to the bar. Rip ordered two cokes.
"Where you from?" he asked.
"Pleasant Hills."
"Where the fuck is that?"
"Missouri," Cindy said, no longer shocked by the word, or anything else, for that matter.
"Missouri, huh? I used to know a pretty far-out dude from there."
At two o'clock, Rip asked Cindy if she had a place to crash yet.
"Huh?"
"Crash, chick. You know, sleep."
"Oh, yeah. I got a place for tonight."
"What about tomorrow night? You don't sound too sure."
"I'm not. Sure, I mean."
"Well, listen. I'll be around tomorrow night. If you don't have a place, let me know and I'll see what I can do."
"Okay, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow night, then."
Walking back to the motel that Phil had checked her into, Cindy was happy. She had only been in town one night, and already she had friends, and a place to stay if she wanted. Even there, she was lucky. Some of the guys she had seen were pretty scroungy looking. But Rip wasn't bad at all. Not bad looking at all.
That night she fell asleep and didn't wake up until almost noon. She could hardly wait to see Rip again. She wanted to get to know him better. Lots better!
CHAPTER FOUR
Cindy woke to the ringing of the telephone bursting into her subconscious.
"Huh?" she mumbled, still groggy with sleep.
"It's time to check out. Will you be staying over another night?" the operator asked.
"Uh, no. I'll be leaving," Cindy said, setting the receiver back on its cradle.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Cindy sat up in bed until she was fully awake. Thinking about the night before, she smiled and was raring to go. Getting out of bed, she took the money from the back of the desk drawer and counted it. She was lucky she didn't have to spend a nickel of her own money. All told, she had four hundred and twenty dollars.
"Not bad," she mumbled, under her breath. "Not bad at all."
Leaving the money on top of the desk, Cindy took a quick shower and then dressed. The first thing she wanted to do that morning was buy something new to wear.
Taking the money and stuffing it into her pocket, she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. It was a bright sunny day, but the smog hanging in the air like a murky brown shroud kind of ruined it.
She noticed that the whole scene was different during the day. There was still a lot of traffic, and all, but instead of kids being out, it was mostly men. Businessmen, she thought.
After asking directions, she walked leisurely in the direction of Hollywood Boulevard. After hearing so much about it, she could hardly wait to see it. She was sure the streets would be paved with gold.
The signs above her head said Hollywood Boulevard, and La Brea Avenue. Cindy looked down the long boulevard. Could this be it, she wondered. It looked like any other street. It even looked like the main street in Pleasant Hills. Maybe it was a little wider, but that was all. Disappointment showed in her face.
Hoping it would be different farther down, she started walking. As she walked, she looked in the windows of the shops that dotted the street. Seeing some cute outfits in one, she went inside and looked around. A salesgirl walked over and asked if she could help.
"Uh, yes, I guess so," Cindy said, not really sure what she wanted. The clothes here were sure different than the ones in Missouri, that was for sure.
"What would you like to see?" the girl asked.
"I don't really know. I just got into town," Cindy explained. "What do the girls here wear?" she wanted to know.
"Well, let's see. Would you like something like this?" she asked, holding up a pair of jeans that had been dyed in ten different colors.
"It's colorful," Cindy said, suddenly feeling like someone who had just gotten off a bus from the hills.
"Yes," the girl said, smiling. "Why don't you try it on and see how you like it. And here, take this blouse with you. That should look nice."
"All right, thanks. Where's the dressing room?"
"Straight back and to the right," the girl said, pointing in the direction.
Cindy went into the dressing room, and quickly put on the new clothes. Looking at her reflection in the three-way mirror, she had to smile. She looked like a completely different person. She looked with it. That was one of the expressions she had heard the night before.
Keeping the outfit on, she walked out of the dressing room. Over her arm, she carried her old clothes.
"Hey, far out," the girl said when she saw Cindy. "Yeah, that looks all right on you."
"Yeah, I'll take it," Cindy said, smiling.
"Groovy."
Cindy followed the girl to the cash register, and watched as she rang up the figures.
"Let's see, that'll be nineteen ninety-five, including tax."
It seemed awfully expensive to Cindy, but she didn't want to say anything.
Taking the bundle of bills from her old pants, she counted out twenty dollars, and gave it to the girl. The remaining money went into her pocket.
"Oh, would you be able to throw these away, or something?" Cindy asked, indicating the clothes she had worn into the shop.
"Sure, let me have them," the girl said, holding out her hands.
"Thanks."
"You, too. Have a nice day."
Cindy thanked her again, and walked out of the store, feeling like a totally new person. Even the smog didn't seem as bad.
As she walked farther on down Hollywood Boulevard, the sidewalk grew more crowded. Men, women, kids, everybody was out. Some were shopping, some walking and some just hanging around. As she passed a hamburger stand, she realized that she was hungry.
Sitting down on a stool at the counter, she ordered her lunch: a hamburger, coke, and some french fries. The All-American diet ... As she ate, she watched the people walking up and down the street, wondering what their lives were like. Whenever she would see a group of kids, she would feel lonely, wanting to belong. And then she would think about Rip. She would see him later that night.
After lunch, Cindy continued her walk, sometimes stopping in one of the stores to look around. After seeing some of the clothes she could get, she was anxious to rent a place of her own, or at least have a place to stay. She wanted to buy more than the one outfit she had bought that morning. But she couldn't very well walk around carrying a suitcase.
Around four o'clock, she tired of walking, and decided to see a movie. That would kill the rest of the day until it was time to find Rip. She was still feeling kind of lost, and was counting on him to show her around.
The movie was a good one, and when she walked out, it was getting dark. Not feeling like walking all the way back, she waited at a bus stop. After a minute, a car pulled to a stop beside her. There was a young guy with long hair driving.
"Come on, chick. Hop in and I'll save you a quarter."
"Thanks," Cindy said, getting into the car.
"Where ya headed?" he asked, pulling away from the curb.
"Down on Sunset," Cindy said, trying to remember the name of the place where she had met Rip.
"Any place in particular?"
"I'm trying to remember the name. I'm new here."
"Yeah? Where ya from?"
"Missouri."
"Whew, you really are new. What part of Missouri."
"Pleasant Hills."
"Yeah? That's right by K.C., isn't it?"
"About thirty miles, yeah."
"By the way, I'm Steve."
"I'm Cindy. Glad to meet you."
"Yeah, likewise. I'm sure." Steve turned onto Sunset from La Brea. Cindy looked out her window, trying to remember the place.
"You know anybody out here?" Steve asked.
"Uh, yeah, I met some people last night. That's who I'm going to see now."
"Who? Maybe I know them."
"One's name is Rip. I can't really remember the other people."
"Tall guy? Blonde? Mustache?"
"Yeah, that's him. You know him?"
"Sure. I'll take you right there. The place is McNasty's."
"Yeah, that was the name of it."
"Sure. Rip's a pretty good guy. Say, you smoke?"
"Huh?"
"Smoke. You know, grass. Do you?"
"I've never tried it. Isn't it against the law?"
"Naw, not really. Maybe in Missouri, it's a big thing. Here, nobody really worries about it too much anymore. Besides, like they say, try it you'll like it."
"Well, maybe I will."
"Yeah, be cool. That's the way you gotta be out here. You know, just kinda hang loose and let things slide. Ah, here we are." Turning onto a side street, Steve parked alongside the curb.
"Come on."
Cindy got out of the car, and let Steve put his arm around her as they walked up the block to Sunset, and then a half block down to McNasty's. Rip was standing with his group out in front.
"Hey, Rip, what's happening?" Steve said, as he walked up to him.
"Not much, man. Hey Cindy, how ya doing?"
"All right."
"Yeah, I found her waiting for a bus. Listen, I got some heavy smoke. Ya wanna go and do it?"
"Sure. We can use my place," Rip said. "Let's go."
Together, Rip, Steve, and Cindy left the rest of the group and walked up Sunset. It was two blocks to Rip's pad. As they walked, Cindy could feel Steve's hand pressing against her left tit. A shiver ran up and down her spine.
"Hey, man, this is gonna be Cindy's first time. Can you dig it?"
"All right. There's a first time for everything."
Making a left, they walked halfway up the block to a somewhat older building. Steve and Cindy followed Rip through a small courtyard to his apartment door. After fishing in his pocket for a key, he opened the door and the three of them walked inside. Flipping a switch, the room was immediately bathed in a soft, red glow.
Cindy looked at the walls. Posters were everywhere. Some had strangely colored animals on them. Some were of naked people. And one just had the word, "fuck," in bright red letters.
"Go on, sit down," Rip said. "I'll go get the papers."
Sitting on the couch, Steve kept his arm around Cindy, squeezing her gently. His thigh, pressing against hers, was sending a ripple of excitement coursing through her. Rip walked back into the room carrying a small package of cigarette papers.
"Good thing you just bought a pack," he said, sitting down on the couch beside Cindy to her left.
Cindy watched as Steve produced a small plastic bag from his coat pocket. Inside it was full of ground-up green stuff. She had never seen marijuana before.
"Here, give me a paper," Steve said, pulling out a pinch of the grass from the bag.
Taking the paper from Rip, he held it in one hand, and dropped the pinch of grass into the center groove. Quickly, he rolled it into a cigarette, licked the gummed edge, and waited for it to dry.
"Man, I tell you, this is some dynamite stuff," Steve said excitedly. "A buddy of mine managed to get a couple of pounds of the stuff out of 'Nam. You know, sort of a souvenir."
"Some souvenir," Rip snorted. "Can you get me a bag?"
"I'll see what I can do. Shit, just wait till you try it. Man, it'll knock you flat on your ass."
Cindy watched as Steve put the cigarette into his mouth, and lit it. She didn't really know what to expect. Inhaling deeply, he held the smoke in his lungs, and passed it over to Rip.
"Now, you just do what I do," Rip explained to Cindy. "Inhale the smoke, then just hold it. Don't let it go until you have to, got it?"
"I think so," Cindy said, waiting for him to hand her the cigarette.
When she got it, she looked at it for a moment, and then put it to her lips. Tentatively, she only inhaled a little, trying to hold it, and then coughing it out.
"That's okay," Rip said. 'Try it again."
"Again?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Putting it to her lips, Cindy repeated the process. This time, she was able to contain the acrid smoke in her lungs. Steve took the cigarette from her and puffed again, afterward passing it to Rip.
As Cindy held the smoke inside her, she could feel something happening. Something she had never felt before. Her head was buzzing slightly, and the posters on the walls appeared to be moving. Could it be?"
Exhaling, she took the offered cigarette from Rip, and took another puff, this time inhaling a little more than the last time.
"Are you getting it on?" Rip asked, smiling at her.
"Uh-huh," Cindy grunted, keeping her mouth closed.
"Wow," Steve moaned, "some stuff, huh?" His eyes were taking on a glassy hue and were beginning to look half closed.
"Shit, you weren't shitting!" Rip said, taking another puff and then handing the joint to Cindy who was starting to giggle at something on the wall.
"Hey, what's so fucking funny?" Steve wanted to know, his words sounding slurred.
"Your-your wall!" Cindy gasped. "It's alive." That last observation caused her entire body to shake convulsively as peals of laughter were wrung from her.
Rip and Steve grinned ridiculously at each other in marijuana stupor. His hands shaking slightly, Steve began rolling another joint.
"Wow, you really want to get bombed tonight," Rip said, starting to laugh. Beside him, Cindy was looking at her hands, wiggling her fingers one at a time.
"Fingers," she said.
"Huh?"
"Fingers," she said, turning to Rip. "They look like little-little-" She started to laugh uproariously.
"Little what's?" Rip asked, trying to control his own laughter and not doing too good a job at it.
"Little cocks," Cindy screamed, tears of laughter running down her cheeks.
"Oh, wow! You really are zonked."
"No, they do," she said. "They look just like little cocks."
Just then, Steve lit the second joint, took a puff, and handed it to Cindy who inhaled as deeply as she could. Rip watched excitedly as her face turned red from the effort. At the same time, he filled his own lungs with the powerful smoke.
Cindy stared, transfixed, at a psychedelic poster of a butterfly. Under a black light, it looked almost alive. Under the influence of the grass, it was alive. Her head moved from side to side as she watched it fly without ever leaving the papery on which it was printed.
"Oh, wow, that's too much," she said, her voice almost inaudible.
Next to her, Steve was watching the soft movement of her breasts under the light material of her blouse. He could feel an itch prodding his cock to hardness as he stared at her still clothed mounds. Taking the cigarette from Rip, he inhaled deeply, feeling his head lifting off his shoulders, and his cock throbbing painfully under his jeans. Shit, how he wanted to fuck her right then.
"Joint, joint, suck a joint!" Cindy chimed, taking it from Rip.
"I'll give you a joint to suck," Rip said, taking her hand and pressing it against his own throbbing hardness.
"Ohhh, you nasty man," Cindy said, her head falling onto his shoulder as she shuddered with laughter. When she straightened up, she went back to looking at the butterfly poster. "Do butterflies fuck?" she asked, her voice filled with profound wonder.
"Why don't you ask it?" Steve suggested, struggling to hold a load of smoke in his lungs.
Slowly, Cindy got up from the couch. Her legs were unsteady as she walked over to the wall. It seemed like it was taking forever, for her to reach it. Finally, her face was pressing up against the poster.
"Do you fuck?" she asked. "Do butterflies fuck?"
"I fuck," a voice said.
"Wow, a talking butterfly," she said, astonished.
Turning around, she burst into a fit of giggles, when she saw that both Rip and Steve had taken their pants down and were slowly stroking their pricks into full hardness.
"Oh, you're no butterfly!" she said, trying to look disappointed.
"Oh, no? Then how come I'm flying?" Steve questioned.
Suddenly, Cindy felt a deep hunger inside her body. She wasn't laughing. Her face flushed, and she felt as if she were being consumed from the inside out.
"Mmm, you're making me hungry," she said, looking from one to the other.
"You feel like a couple of hot dogs?" Rip asked, shaking his cock at her.
"With mustard?" she asked, looking at him impishly. Or at least what she thought would be impish. To Rip and Steve, though, it was a look of lust. They had seen it many times before.
"Come here, chick, and have some lunch," Steve said, his voice taking on a demanding tone.
As if in a trance, Cindy walked back to the couch. Excitedly, she licked her lips as she stood in front of them. She could feel her own bodily juices seeming to gush from between her legs as she stared at their twin tubes of meat.
"Just a second," Rip said, standing up in front of her, his rigid tool pressing against her crotch. "Let's do this right."
Reaching out slowly, he began unbuttoning Cindy's blouse. Slowly the quivering mounds of her breasts came into view. When the blouse was finally pulled from her body and dropped onto the floor, Steve gasped.
"Mmm, nice," he murmured. "What next?" Through half-closed eyes, he watched the show.
Sitting back down on the couch, Rip unzipped Cindy's jeans. In the quiet of the room, the zipper made a loud rasping.
"Meeow," Steve whispered.
Rick began laughing. And then Cindy. And then Steve. Soon all three of them were meowing as the jeans and panties were tugged down from Cindy's rounded ass cheeks and then down her legs into a heap on the floor. Stepping out of them, she was completely naked.
"Here, pussy, pussy, pussy," Rip whispered.
Moving close to him, Cindy stood with her legs pressed against the front of the couch and watched as he pressed his face between her thighs.
"Mmmm, that's a nice pussy," he whispered into her vagina. "I wonder how pussy tastes."
"Lick it and find out," Cindy gasped, listening to a voice that wasn't her own. And then, "Wait! Pussy's got to go pee-pee first." Sudden laughter flew from her lips, as for a fleeting second, she thought of urinating in his mouth.
Together, Rip and Steve stood up from the couch, their still-hard cocks waving in the air.
"All right, we'll make it a parade," Steve said. "Follow me."
Humming a marching song, he led Cindy into the bathroom, and seated her on the toilet as if it were a throne.
"For Queen Cindy," he said, bowing low.
Giggling, Cindy took her seat on the toilet. The sound of water splashing into the bowl beneath her mixed with their laughter and filled the small room.
When finished, she lightly dabbed at her vagina with a piece of tissue and stood up, flushing the toilet as she rose.
Starting to hum again, Steve led them all back into the living room, where they once again took their places. Cindy moaned softly as she felt Rip's mouth once again on her pussy.
"Ooh, Rip," she whispered, excitement filtering through her body.
"You like that, pussy?" he asked, his tongue trailing lightly through her patch of pubic hair.
"Oh, yes, I like that. Lick me," she moaned.
Pulling the lips of her cunt apart with his fingers, Rip pressed his tongue to the moist pink meat that lay inside. Watching, Steve slowly masturbated himself, awaiting his turn.
"Let me lay down, Rip. Please let me lay down," Cindy said, her voice getting raspy.
Without waiting for an answer, Cindy dropped down to the carpeted floor, and reclined fully, letting her legs fall apart. With eyes closed, she moaned softly, feeling Rip crawling between her spread thighs.
"Oh, yes, suck it. Suck my pussy," she said, her voice garbled. Her words were slightly slurred, and her head rolled from side to side.
As Rip's tongue slid around inside the melting depths of her warm vagina, Steve got down from the couch and knelt beside her face, the head of his erect cock touching her chin.
Opening her glazed eyes, Cindy stared for a moment at the throbbing red slitted head. A low moan rose from her throat as she took it in her hand, and brought her mouth to the throbbing organ.
Her warm, wet tongue caused it to throb wildly as she licked all around it. Steve, groaning with pleasure, forced it into her mouth.
"Suck it. Suck it, you horny bitch," he rasped. "Suck my fucking cock."
Cindy was there only to obey. Drooling saliva, she slid her mouth onto the hot, hard shaft, taking almost half its length into the wet confines of her mouth.
"That's right, baby. Suck that cock," Steve grunted, humping back and forth, fucking the inside of her mouth.
Cindy felt as if the inside of her head was exploding. Sensation was everywhere. The ceiling looked as if it were moving down, closing in on her. The pictures of animals on the walls were alive. Rip was sucking her insides out. And she had a monstrous cock inside her mouth that was more like. a battering ram, threatening to shoot through the back of her head. And it all felt so wonderful.
Her moans of pleasure increased, growing louder with every passing second. Over and over again, she came, with the last one always better than the one before. How many more times would she be able to come before dying?
Rip was climbing on top of her now. He was pressing the head of his cock against the drenched entrance to her pussy hole. He was sliding it into her. Her cunt was being split wide open.
His cock was going all the way to her throat. It would meet Steve's cock head-on!
Hungrily, she tried to suck Steve's cock deeper, wanting to see what it would feel like to have two cocks banging away inside her throat. Saliva filled her mouth. She couldn't swallow.
" Groaning, she felt it dribble down her chin and onto her neck in a slimy puddle.
Grunts, groans, moans, sighs, screams, all combined. The sounds filled Cindy's ears, exploding inside her brain. She was a mindless animal, humping, writhing, fucking, sucking, kicking, scratching, wailing, and begging, all for release, that final release from her prison of lust.
Her cunt was being torn apart by a rampaging penis. Her throat was being battered by a throbbing, pumping cock. She wanted more, more! The puddle of saliva grew on her neck, eventually running onto the carpet. Tears were squeezed from her tight-shut eyes. Her heart was hammering inside her chest. Her nipples throbbed, feeling as if they were ready to burst into a million pieces. Come! Come! Come! The word echoed inside her brain.
A bubble was rising inside her body. A bubble that would be bursting any second now. It was getting bigger, bigger. It was filling her up.
Hot juice was squirting down her throat. The prick inside her mouth was throbbing wildly. She struggled to swallow. More hot juice was splattering wildly inside the depths of her sucking vagina. She squeezed wildly, draining Rip's balls.
Cindy exploded. Harsh screams of merciful release filled the room. Her body flogged the carpeted floor. An ocean of female juices gushed from her pulsating, quivering vagina, running down the crack of her ass into a sticky glob onto the floor beneath her.
The cock slid out of her mouth, and she swallowed, gasping for air at the same time. Her cunt emptied and pressure was relieved. Her eyes stayed closed, and her breasts, with their rock-hard nipples, still quivered on her chest, as the wild pounding of her heart continued.
Her spread, upraised legs fell to the floor with a soft thud. Gasps were slowly replaced with soft, luxurious moans. Need was replaced with contentment. Lust was fulfilled. Eyes open, she looked up at the ceiling and smiled.
"Here, thought you might be thirsty after all that." It was Rip. In his hand, he held out a glass of cola.
"Thanks, I am," Cindy said, sitting up and taking the glass. Raising her lips, she swallowed in large gulps until the glass was drained.
"Wow, what happened?"
"You just got fucked and sucked from the inside out," Steve said, smiling at her.
"Oh, is that all? Is there any more of this?" she asked, raising her glass.
"Yeah, I think so," Rip said, standing up from the couch. Taking the glass, he walked into the kitchen and refilled it for her. "Here you go."
"Thanks."
CHAPTER FIVE
Needing a place to stay, Cindy agreed to move in with Rip. He had a small apartment just off the strip, and she was getting to know a lot of his friends, along with making friends of her own.
For Cindy, life was fun and exciting, just as she thought it would be. Sleeping all day, she would be up all night. Sometimes they would all get together to party. Other times, they would just sit around the place and quietly get stoned. Afterward, they would almost always fuck.
One month later, Cindy was broke. The money that she had saved was gone. She had spent some. Rip and his friends had spent the rest. It all seemed to happen so fast. In the beginning, Cindy didn't mind. When she saw what was happening she didn't know how to stop it. After all, he was letting her stay with him.
"Hey, wow, we gotta get some bread together," he said one morning, looking at Cindy.
"I know. I'm busted."
"Hey, that's cool. It'll work out. It always does." Rip didn't seem to mind. He never did. To him, life was a downhill slide.
"What are we gonna do?" Cindy asked, looking at him.
"Same thing I always do. Come on, get dressed, and we'll make the rounds."
Getting out of bed, a mattress on the floor actually, the two of them got dressed and left the apartment. Outside, the afternoon sun was shining.
"Not a bad day," he said, walking down the street. "What's happening, man?" he nodded to a buddy, not missing a step. Cindy followed. A man in a business suit was walking toward them.
"Say, man, any spare change?" Rip asked.
"Buzz off, punk," the man replied, not even looking at Rip. Rip mumbled under his breath.
"Spare change, man?"
"Yeah, here."
Rip pocketed the quarter and continued on his way. After two more scores, he looked at Cindy.
"Think you can handle it?" he asked. "It's a lot easier for a chick to score."
"I don't know. I guess so." Cindy was not at all sure she liked the idea of begging.
"Good. Give it a try." Rip moved off to the side of a building, leaving Cindy alone on the street.
"Sir. do you have any spare change?" She tried not to stumble over her words.
"Yeah, sure kid. Here."
"Thanks," she said, looking down at the sixty-five cents in small change.
After the first time, it became increasingly easier for her to ask for money. Soon her pocket was bulging with change. On a side street, she and Rip counted up. Seven-eighty.
"Not bad," said Rip, pocketing the money. "Yeah, you're gonna do okay. Let's see if we can make it an even ten and then we'll split for the day."
By four o'clock, Cindy had garnered the ten dollars and she and Rip headed back for the apartment. On the way, he stopped to convert the change into bills.
"Yeah, you're all right," Rip said again, inside the apartment. "Come on, let's light up to celebrate." As he spoke, he took a joint from a bowl in the sink, and lit it. After inhaling, he passed it to Cindy who followed suit.
It wasn't long before they were sitting on the couch, and giggling at each other, lost in their euphoria.
By the time darkness fell, both of them were bombed out of their skulls. "Come on, let's go look at the people," Rip said, laughing.
Staggering slightly Cindy got up from the couch, and the two of them walked out onto the strip. It was starting to get crowded, both with cars and people walking. Rip nodded to some dudes, occasionally stopping to talk.
With his arm around her shoulder, Rip led her to a small coffee house. The inside was dark and filled with smoke. An empty table was waiting next to the fireplace. Together, they sat down.
Cindy, her eyes glazed and half closed from the joints she had smoked, watched the fire, fascinated by the crackling flames.
"Yeah, I can dig it," Rip said, looking at her and then at the fire. "Right on."
"Hey, Rip, what's up man?"
"Oh, wow, not too much Pete. Just sitting here digging on he fire."
Pete smiled at Rip and then sat down at the table. "Yeah, I can see. You got some pretty good stuff?"
"Not too bad. You?"
"I'm flying all right."
"That's cool, man. That's cool." Rip went back to watching the fire.
It was a couple of hours later, when the three of them got up and walked out onto the street. The night air was beginning to cool. Rip and Cindy were both down.
"You wanna go back and do another number?" he asked, looking at her and grinning."
"Wow, I don't know. Let's get something to eat first, okay?"
"Sure. You wanna come, Pete?"
"Yeah, why not?".
With Cindy in the middle, the three of them walked to the Dog House, a block away. While Cindy stood in line, Rip and Pete sat down at one of the tables.
"Yeah, you're doing all right with her," Pete observed.
"She's okay. Hustled up ten bucks this afternoon."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks," Rip said, taking the hamburger she offered.
Cindy sat down between them and ate her burger. That was the one thing she didn't like about smoking grass. It always made her so damn hungry. Right then, she felt she would be able to eat a horse if there had been one around.
"Ready to go?" Rip asked, when she was finished.
"I guess."
Cindy wasn't happy. It was always the same whenever she would come down. While high, she was happy as a lark. She didn't care about anything. And then, when she was coming down, she would get so fucking depressed.
"What's bugging you?" Rip asked, walking back to the apartment.
"Nothing."
"Listen, don't start turning freaky on me, ya hear?"
"Yeah, I hear. I'm just sick of it, that's all. I'm begging on the fucking street. You know, that really got to me today."
"Hey, wow, chick, don't worry about it. All them establishment cats-that's what they expect from us. Why should we disappoint them?"
"All I know is that it just isn't right."
Cindy could feel herself working into a real tizzy.
"All right, what do you want to do-split?"
"I don't know. I just don't want to be asking for no spare change, that's all."
"Look, let's cool it for awhile. We can go back to the place and do a couple of numbers, and forget all of our problems."
Cindy succumbed to his grinning face.
"All right. I'm sorry. You coming too, Pete?"
"Sure, why not?"
Hand in hand, the three of them walked the distance to Rip's pad. By the time they got there, Cindy was really looking forward to getting stoned out of her head.
Sitting on the couch, she watched as Rip brought some joints in from the kitchen. Pete sat down on the couch beside her, smiling.
Expectantly, Cindy watched as Rip lit the first joint, inhaled, and then passed it on to her. Sucking in the hot smoke, Cindy held it for a moment, and then passed the burning joint over to Pete.
Back and forth, the joint was passed until the room was hazy with smoke, and everyone was grinning, happy for no reason at all.
"Higher," Cindy chanted, picking up another joint from the coffee table.
"Go, baby, go!" Pete said, watching as she lit it.
"Wow," Cindy gasped, exhaling and feeling her head lifting off her shoulders.
"I know what you mean," Pete said, handing the joint to Rip. 'This stuff is dynamite."
"Oh, I'm getting so fucking hot," Cindy said, rubbing Rip's knee, slowly moving her hand up to his crotch. "Fuck me, Rip, honey. Fuck me now."
"Later, baby. Let me get a good head first."
"No, man. I don't want you to fuck your head. I want you to fuck my pussy." Cindy's voice was desperate.
"Not now, chick. In a minute."
"Shit!" Cindy said, her voice barely audible. And then she turned to Pete. Pressing her hand to his crotch, she squeezed his limp penis until it was throbbing and ready underneath his jeans.
"You think you can take care of me?" she asked, her voice soft and little-girl like.
When Rip finally became aware of what was happening, Pete was firmly pressing his mouth to one of Cindy's breasts, sucking the warm, erect nipple into his mouth.
"Pete, Pete," Cindy moaned, trying to force more and more of her breast inside.
Rip watched for moment, feeling himself getting excited. Suddenly, his head exploded, and he screamed, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Before Pete could react, Rip had him by the throat. His fingers were choking the life out of Pete's body. Gagging violently, Pete tried to free himself, but Rip's grip was maniacal.
As quickly as it had begun, the struggling ceased. Pete lay limp beside Cindy's half naked body. Cindy was paralyzed with fear. All she could do was watch what was happening. She tried to scream, but no sound came from her throat. When Rip finally released him, Pete was dead.
"Rip," Cindy gasped, "what are you doing?"
"I don't know. What happened?"
"He looks dead," Cindy shuddered.
"Shit, why? Why did I do it? I don't know what happened."
Rip's eyes were wide with sudden fear, as were Cindy's.
"What should we do?" Cindy asked.
"I don't know. Gotta think. It was an accident. You know it was an accident." He was looking at Cindy.
"I know, Rip. I know. But what should we do? What if the police find him? How did it happen?"
Cindy began to cry. "What are we going to do?" she sobbed, her body shaking with great shudders.
"Would you shut up so I can think," Rip shouted, his face turning red.
"All right. I'm sorry. I'm just so scared," Cindy said, still quaking.
"I know. I know. There's got to be a way out, that's all. There's got to be."
"Couldn't we just leave him here?"
"Sure we could. And then we'd have the fucking cops breathing down our necks before we could turn around. I have to give my name to rent a place, and my name's on this lease."
"I'm sorry. I was only trying to help."
"No, wait a second, we can't leave him in the apartment, but what would be wrong with leaving him outside?"
Rip smiled, pleased with the plan growing in his head. Cindy was still afraid. She hadn't planned on becoming involved with murder.
"I don't think anyone saw him come in with us. Hell, even if he was seen coming in with us, who's to say he didn't get it after leaving? Yeah, it might work. Ail we have to do is get him out Of here, and have no one see us."
"Do you really think we'll get away with it?" Cindy asked.
"Sure, why not. To the pigs, he'll just be another hippie freak. They probably won't even try to find out who he is."
"Shit, I'm scared."
"I know how to take care of that, too," said Rip, picking up a fresh joint and lighting it. "No, I don't think so. That's what started all this," Cindy said, backing away from the burning cigarette.
"Suit yourself," Rip said taking a puff and then blowing out. "Yeah, that's better. You sure you don't want some? It'll do wonders for you."
"Well, maybe just one," Cindy said, taking the burning joint from his fingers.
"Now, doesn't that feel better?"
"Yeah, a little. At least I'm not so scared now."
"Go ahead, take another puff and really fix yourself up."
"All right," she said, smiling and inhaling again. "Oh, yeah, that's better," she said, feeling her fears dissipating.
"See, I told ya. Here, let me have it again."
Taking it from her fingers, Rip finished it off until only the end of the paper remained.
"All we have to do now is wait until it gets good and late, and then dump him outside, okay?"
"Anything you say, Rip," Cindy said, her face flushed, her eyes half-closed. "Only-"
"What, baby?"
"I'm still horny as hell. Think you can take care of me now?"
"Oh, I think I can manage," Rip said, sliding over on the couch, until their bodies pressed together.
"Hey, let's do something with him first," Cindy said, indicating Pete.
"Sure, I'll just scoot him over onto the floor," Rip said, getting up from the couch, and walking over to Pete's lifeless form.
Lifting him, Rip set him down on the floor next to one of the lamps. By then, Cindy had stripped herself, and was waiting.
"You got something I want," she said, grinning lecherously, and dropping her gaze down to his crotch.
Standing in front of her, Rip looked down as she eagerly unbuttoned his pants. In a moment, his pants and shorts were down around his ankles. His cock, hard and throbbing was standing straight out from his body.
Cindy moaned with lust as she took his rigid organ in her soft, warm hand, and stroked up and down the shaft. Pressing her lips to the head, she kissed it gently and then sucked it inside, winding her wet tongue all around the sensitive head until it was jerking and throbbing with desire inside her mouth.
"Oh, fuck me now, Rip. Fuck me, baby. I need it so bad. Hurry!"
Pushing her over onto her back, Rip climbed on top of her writhing body, and plunged his ready penis into her wet, hot wanting cunt. Cindy gasped as she felt the inner walls of her vagina expanding to accept the width of the hard intruder.
"Oh, Rip, slam it into me. Harder! Fuck me harder! Ohh, shit! Give it to me, baby. Give it all to me."
CHAPTER SIX
It was almost three in the morning before Cindy's lust was quenched. Finally, she could climax no more. The fires in her body were stilled. The high that had been raging inside her was gone. And now, as she looked at Pete, still on the floor, her fear returned.
"Rip, I'm scared," she whispered, afraid that some unseen person would hear her.
"Shit, now don't start that all over again. I told you what we would do."
"When are you going to do it?"
"Another hour, maybe."
The hour that Pete continued to sit there was an eternity for Cindy. She didn't want to look at him, but she couldn't keep her eyes from straying in his direction. It was as if she were being drawn by some power to look. To look at what she had caused.
"Please Rip. Take him out now. I can't stand it anymore."
Getting up from the couch, Rip walked wordlessly over to the window. Pulling aside the curtains, he peered out. The street was dark and empty. Now was as good a time as any.
"Are you going to do it now, Rip?" Cindy asked.
"Yeah," was all he said.
Cindy watched as he walked over to Pete and picked up his body. Fireman style, he carried him over his-shoulder, and walked to the front door.
"Open the door for me," he said, looking to Cindy.
Getting up from the couch, she padded over to the front door and opened it for him. Closing it after he had walked out, she went over to the window and parted the curtains, watching as he carried the body over to the side of the building. A moment later, he was running back across the lawn. Cindy quickly opened the door and let him into the apartment.
"There, that's all taken care of. Now all we have to do is stick to the story." Rip was trying to catch his breath.
"You mean, that he was here and he left?"
"Right. Let's say he left around eleven. You got that?"
"Eleven o'clock," Cindy said. "I just hope it ends soon. What the hell happened anyway?"
"I don't know." Rip shook his head, trying to clear it. "Nothing like that's ever happened to me before."
"Well, let's just try and forget about it, and get some sleep."
"Yeah, that would be the best thing," Rip agreed.
Together, they walked into the bedroom, undressed and within minutes, were asleep. It was almost five o'clock.
The pounding on the door was shattering its way into Cindy's head. Climbing out of bed, she walked into the living room. The pounding continued.
"Who is it?" she asked, still groggy from sleep.
"The police."
Cindy snapped awake. "Just a second. I'm not dressed.
"All right."
Walking back into the bedroom, Cindy quickly dressed. Rip was sitting up in bed.
"Who is it?"
"The police," Cindy said, walking back into the living room. Opening the front door, Cindy looked at the two men standing outside.
"Yes?"
"Would it be all right if we came in?"
"Uh, yes, I guess so. What's this all about?"
"To be perfectly frank, Miss, uh-"
"Cindy. Cindy Taylor." She realized too late, that she had given her real name, and that they probably had her on some sort of hot sheet for runaways.
"As I was saying, Miss Taylor, a body was found beside your building this morning. A young man named Pete. We understand that you knew him."
"I did?" Cindy asked.
"At least he was seen with you and your boyfriend last night."
"Oh, yes, Pete. He was here with us. That's right." Inside her chest, her heart was pounding like a triphammer.
"You say he was here. How late did he stay?"
"Oh, until about eleven, I guess."
"Are you sure it couldn't have been a little earlier?"
"Maybe."
"How about a little later?"
"Well, yes, I suppose so. Why are you doing this? I said he was here and that he left around eleven. What more do you want?"
"No more. That will be all for now. You will be staying in town, won't you?"
"Yes, of course I will."
"Good. We'll talk again later."
After they had left Cindy collapsed on the couch. Why didn't she just tell them the truth about what happened? After all, it was Rip who did it, not her. How could she have gotten into such a mess?
"Say, you did all right," Rip said. He was standing beside her now.
"Oh, Rip, can't we just leave. I'm so afraid."
"Listen, we got to stick it out. If we split now, it'll be a tip-off. All they know is they've got his body. That's all. Now relax!"
"I'll try. But I've never been involved in anything like this."
"You think I have?"
From then on life became unbearable for Cindy. She had visions of landing in jail for the rest of her life for something that she didn't do. She also knew that she couldn't just hang tight. The police had her real name. She was sure they would check it and find that she was a runaway. At best, they would pack her back to Pleasant Hills. She just couldn't let that happen.
Later that day, when Rip had gone out, Cindy threw her few belongings into a duffel bag, and left the apartment. On a freeway, she stood with her thumb out. Her only thought was of getting out of Los Angeles as quickly as she could.
It was a few minutes before a car pulled to a stop beside her.
"Where ya going, honey?"
"San Francisco."
"I can take you as far as Santa Barbara if you like."
"That'll be Fine, thanks."
Speeding at seventy miles per hour down the freeway, Cindy felt herself beginning to relax. She wondered what Rip would do when he found she had left. It was only a fleeting thought.
"What's your name?"
"Tammy," Cindy said quickly.
"Well, Tammy, I'm Frank."
"Glad to meet you. And thanks for the lift."
"That's all right. Don't even mention it. Glad to be able to help out."
"Well, thanks anyway."
"You live in Frisco?" Frank asked, trying to make conversation.
"I guess I will be. I'm getting a little tired of L.A."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. That's why I live in Santa Barbara. It's a quiet town, but still close enough to L.A. for when I feel like a little excitement."
"Yeah, I know. What do you do?"
"For a living, you mean? I'm a salesman. Advertising displays. I travel the western states, like California, Oregon, Washington, Nevada, and Arizona."
"Do you like it?"
"Oh, it's interesting. Keeps me on the move, if nothing else."
"I think I'd like that," Cindy said smiling. "Always traveling around. Seeing different places and people. Yeah, I think I'd like that."
"Well, it's not all that great. Half the time you're living in strange cities, out of suitcases. And you don't know anyone."
"But I still think I would like it."
"Where you from?" Frank asked.
"Missouri."
"Kansas City?"
"Close to it."
"How long you been out here?"
"Oh, close to a year now," Cindy said, stretching it a bit.
"Been to Frisco before?"
"No, this will be my first time."
"You should like it. Nice weather this time of year. Gets a little cold in the winter, though."
"You're forgetting, it snows where I come from."
"Yeah, that's true. It's always so warm in L.A. I always think of forty degrees as cold. Still, it gets pretty windy up there."
"How far is it from L.A.?"
"San Francisco? Oh, about four hundred miles. You should make it all the way before it gets too late."
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to be out by myself at midnight."
"Oh, you'll make it before then, easy."
The miles whisked by as the conversation continued. Soon, the two-hour driving time to Santa Barbara had passed, and Frank was pulling off onto the shoulder.
"I'll be turning off at the next exit. I'll leave you here, and you shouldn't have any trouble getting another ride."
"Thanks, Frank. Take it easy, huh?" Grabbing her duffel bag, Cindy got out of the car and slammed the door shut. In the coolness of late afternoon, she watched as the station wagon sped back onto the road.
It was beginning to get cold, and she wondered how long it would be before someone stopped. She had been standing at the spot where she had been let off for almost an hour and twilight was beginning to set in. Licking her lips, she hoped for a ride soon.
Ten minutes later, someone stopped.
"Where ya headed?"
"San Francisco."
"Hop in."
Picking up her duffel bag from the side of the road, Cindy got into the car.
"San Francisco, huh?"
"Yeah."
"What's a cute little chick like you doing traveling all by herself?"
"Why not?" Cindy asked the driver, a guy in his late thirties.
"Well, all kinds of things can happen to a chick when she's alone. Don't you read the papers?"
"I can take care of myself," Cindy said, trying to sound tough.
"Yeah, that's what they all say, until the time comes when they have to."
"What are you getting at?"
"Nothing! Just trying to make conversation, that's all. You worried?"
"Should I be?"
"That all depends. You fuck?"
"What?" Cindy gasped.
"You heard me. I asked if you fucked." As he spoke, he reached over and pressed his hand to her thigh, slowly inching up her crotch.
"Yeah, I guess so," Cindy said, trying to stay calm and hoping that would be all he wanted.
"What do you mean you guess so. Either you do or you don't."
"All right, I fuck. What of it?"
"Tell me about it. You like big cocks or little cocks?"
Cindy could see him smiling in the darkness, as he questioned her.
"I just like cocks. I never really thought about size."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." said Cindy, biting her lip.
"You know, I like you, honey. You like to suck them?"
"Yes, I suck them."
"That's not what I asked. I asked if you liked to suck them?" .
"Yeah, I like to."
Almost against her will, Cindy found herself warming to the conversation she was having. She could feel herself getting turned on.
Taking his hand from her thigh, he took her hand in his, and brought it over to his throbbing crotch. He pressed it against his rigid penis.
"You like?"
"I like. Can I see it?"
"Sure baby, go ahead and take it out." Keeping his eyes on the darkened road, he felt Cindy pulling his zipper down and removing his erect organ.
"You've got a nice one," Cindy said, gently rubbing up and down the length of the shaft. "Take my balls out, baby," he said.
Reaching inside, Cindy pulled out his squirming sac of nuts.
"Squeeze my nuts, baby."
Holding them in her hand, Cindy squeezed them.
"Like that?" she asked, digging her pointed nails into the thin sac.
"Yeah, I like that. Now suck my prick," he commanded.
Opening her mouth, Cindy gulped down his rigid penis. She swallowed it until the head was pressing against the back of her throat.
"That's right, baby. Now bite it."
Her own excitement mounting, Cindy dug her teeth into the base of his cock, and felt it grow another inch.
"Oh, baby," he moaned.
Cindy continued mouthing his prick and biting into the hair-covered base. When she felt the car slowing down, she sat up to look. He was pulling off the freeway and onto a dark, unlit side street.
"What are we doing here?" she asked, suddenly afraid.
"Don't worry. I just thought you. might really want to have a good time, and I sure wouldn't want us to crash."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. All right. What do you want to do first?"
"Why don't we get undressed?" he suggested.
In the darkness of the car, the two of them undressed completely. His eyes gleaming, he watched Cindy strip to nakedness.
"Oh, you're beautiful," he said, leaning over to squeeze her breasts. "Your nipples are wonderful. Would you like me to suck them?"
Without waiting for an answer he leaned over and sucked one cherry-pink nub of flesh into his mouth, all the while crooning how wonderful and soft she was.
At the same time, he reached between her spread thighs, and slid a finger into a rapidly moistening gash. Finding her clit, he rubbed it gently, until Cindy was panting with desire.
"Oh, suck my pussy for me!" she moaned.
"Anything you say, my dear."
Crawling down between her legs, he pulled her thick cuntal lips apart with his fingers, and pressed his mouth to the wet, red inner meat. Slurping noisily, he lapped wildly all around the musky, wet insides of her vagina. The hot juice dribbled from deep inside her channel, and he eagerly swallowed it.
As he mouthed her vagina, he reached underneath with his free hand, and gently pressed one finger against her tightly puckered asshole. Cindy gasped at the intrusion.
"You'll like this. Relax!"
As he spoke, he began sliding his finger into her tight rectal opening. With the intrusion, Cindy could feel her desire mounting. No one had ever done anything to her ass before, so this was a completely new and depraved experience. Soon, his finger was buried all the way inside, and she was begging for more.
"Oh, yes! Give it to me. Finger my ass. Deeper!"
"You like it, huh? Good. Your ass feels wonderful. So tight and warm."
Orgasm after orgasm exploded inside her flailing body, and Cindy reached down and grasped his cock in her hand. Squeezing it murderously hard, she jerked up and down on it. Feeling a drop of gism oozing out of the hole, she smeared it around the sensitive head. She had to have it inside her pussy.
"Oh, fuck me now. Fuck me with your cock. Please!"
"Anything you say, my dear."
Crawling on top of her, he pressed the head of his penis against the liquid opening of her vaginal canal, and began lunging forward.
Wrapping her legs around his back, Cindy threw her pelvis upward, until the entire length of his cock was buried to the hilt inside her wet, warm, wanting cunt.
"Ohhh, give it to me!" she moaned. "Fuck my pussy good. Fuck the piss out of me!"
Cindy went wild as the pulsating, rampaging cock slid back and forth inside the frothy depths of her vagina. She had already lost track of how many times she had come. She wondered how many more orgasms were left inside her. She kept moaning over and over again.
When her last climax ended, he quickly pulled his pulsating penis out of her vagina and turned her over onto her hands and knees. Cindy felt him pulling the cheeks of her ass apart and then the head of his cock was pressing against her tight, brown hole.
"You're not going to fuck me there, are you?" she asked, shocked at the idea.
"You just take it easy, baby. This will be the biggest kick ever."
Cindy tried to relax as she felt the velvety head pressing against her. As she gasped for breath, she felt it sliding in.
""Oh, no, please. It hurts. Please take it out!"
Cindy writhed in pain as she felt the hard thickness of his cock sliding in. No, it was forcing its way, deeper and deeper inside the murky depths of her rectum.
"Oh, shit, take it out."
Tears of pain came to her eyes. Her body felt as if it were being tom in half. And she knew that he was only in a couple of inches.
Taking short, hard thrusts, he succeeded in sinking his cock deeper. Each succeeding inch brought quivering gasps of pain from Cindy. Reaching underneath her body, he grasped her meaty, wet clitoris, and twisted it gently. Cindy gasped with the new combination of pain and pleasure that was filling her body.
"Oh, you bastard, pull it. Pull my clitty.
Yes, that's nice."
With his toying of her clitty, Cindy partly forgot the pain that was stabbing away inside her asshole. Before she realized it, he was buried all the way inside.
Cindy moaned, feeling him start to slide his rigid cock in and out of her warm, buttery rectum.
"Now, you like it, right?" he grunted.
"Yes, that's nice. It doesn't hurt at all now. Just keep playing with my pussy."
"Glad to oblige, honey," he said, smiling at her in the darkness.
As his penis moved succulently in and out of her rectum, Cindy climaxed again, drowning his hand with a frothy load of her pussy cream. Moaning in pleasure, she ground her buttocks against him, trying to feel his cock inside her ass as seep as she possibly could.
"Oh, come in me, honey. Fill my ass with your juice," Cindy begged.
Cindy licked her lips wildly, as she squeezed his cock with her ass muscles, in an effort to make him come. His grunting grew louder, and she knew he was on the verge.
She squeezed harder. Hoarse obscenities flew from her lips.
"Oh, fuck, shit, damn, come!" she screamed, shouting at the top of her lungs.
"All right, baby. Here it comes," he gasped, thrusting as hard and as deep as he could inside her tight, brown hole.
Cindy moaned, delirious with lewd pleasure, when she felt the hot jets of sperm gushing deep inside her, splattering against the walls of her rectum. Lustfully, she ground the half-moons of her buttocks against him, feeling his wiry pubic hair scratching against her cheeks.
When his balls were finally drained, his cock softened, and he pulled out of her moaning softly with satisfaction.
The musky smell of sex filled the car. Her legs cramped slightly, Cindy struggled back into a sitting position.
"You got a cigarette?"
"Sure, here," he said handing her the pack. Cindy took out a cigarette and held it between her lips, until he lit it for her.
"Wow, I don't think I'll be able to shit for a week," she said.
"Was it worth it?"
"It sure the fuck was. What's your name, anyway?"
"Jeff."
"You know this is the first time I've ever balled anyone without knowing their name," she said.
"Like I said, there's a first time for everything."
"There sure is," Cindy agreed.
After finishing her cigarette, the two of them got dressed, and Jeff pulled back onto the freeway. It was starting to get late and the traffic was fairly light. Closing her eyes, Cindy let her head fall back against the head rest. She was worn out.
It seemed like only a few minutes had passed before Jeff was gently shaking her shoulder. Groggy, Cindy opened her eyes and looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. You fell asleep. We're almost there."
"Where are we now?"
"Oakland."
"Where's San Francisco?"
"Another fifteen miles. You know where you want to go once we're there?"
"Gee, no," Cindy said, suddenly aware that she hadn't the faintest idea of where she was going to stay.
"I'll tell you what. Most of the freaks-"
"Freaks?"
"Yeah, you know, hippies."
"Oh, yeah."
"Anyway, most of the freaks stay around in the Haight area. You'll be all right there. Do you have any money."
"No," Cindy said.
Keeping his eyes on the road, Jeff reached into his back pocket with one hand, and pulled out his wallet. Pulling out a bill, he looked at it. It was a twenty.
"Here take this," he said, handing her the money.
Thanks," Cindy said, suddenly feeling very lonely.
Maybe she should have stayed in L.A. And then quickly, she remembered that the police had her real name and would have shipped her back to Missouri.
The lights of San Francisco were off in the distance. Going over the bridge, she looked out of the window into the darkness that was the bay. It was a little past ten at night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
San Francisco didn't seem too much different from Los Angeles. They were driving through what looked like the downtown area. The street sign said Market Street. She wondered how long it would take her to get her bearings.
"Haight Street's about a mile up," Jeff said.
"It doesn't sound very nice," Cindy said, her voice soft and trembling slightly.
"Oh, It's not bad. Like I said, that's where everyone lives."
The brightness of the main downtown area was behind them now. Market Street was dark. Cindy tried to catch the names of the side streets. A minute later, Jeff slowed the car, and made a right. Haight Street.
"It's awfully dark," Cindy observed.
"All of the action is up by the park."
"The park?"
"Yeah, Golden Gate Park."
Cindy watched as the street slowly grew brighter and more crowded with people walking. To Cindy, it was like a Sunset Strip in miniature.
"Say, this doesn't look bad at all," she said, feeling better at the sight of the crowds.
"Naw, you'll be okay," Jeff said, pulling over to the curb. "You got that twenty?"
"Right here," Cindy said, patting her pocket. "And thanks."
"Hey, good luck," Jeff said.
"Thanks. I'll need it."
Getting out, and closing the door behind her, Cindy stood on the curb for a minute, watching as Jeff drove off. Around her, she could hear the sounds of the city. It was all here, and taking a deep breath, Cindy started walking up the street, looking at everything, yet at the same time, not really seeing anything. Passing what looked like a theater, she heard shouting and music coming from inside. Smiling, Cindy felt herself relaxing.
"Just like L.A.," she muttered.
After walking for a couple of blocks, the duffel bag started to feel heavy. Setting it down on the sidewalk, she stopped to catch her breath. It occurred to her then that she didn't have a place to stay that night, and she didn't want to blow the twenty on motel.
She would need it to eat until something turned up. She had heard about crash pads in L.A., and she wondered if they had the same thing in San Francisco.
"You just get in?"
Cindy turned, startled. A bearded guy with a bright gold earring in his left ear was standing beside her.
"Huh?"
"You-just get in?" he repeated, looking down at her duffel bag.
"Yeah, I did," Cindy said. "My name's Cindy."
"People here call me Uncle John. Got a place to stay?"
"No. Do you know a place?"
"Yeah, if you want, you can stay with my old lady and me until you get straight."
"Hey, thanks. I was starting to think I would be sleeping in the park, or something."
"Come on."
Bending down, he picked up her duffel bag. "Thanks," Cindy said, following him on down the street.
"Where'd you come from?"
"L.A."
"Why'd ya split?"
"No reason. I just got tired of it."
"That's a cool reason. Good as any, at least. Got any bread?"
The memory of what had happened to her money in L.A. was still fresh in her mind. All she had now was the twenty, and she didn't want to lose that."
"No. I'm busted."
"Too bad. Well, there's all kinds of things a chick can do for bread up here."
"Begging?" Cindy asked, sounding a little too snide.
"That's for the dudes who can't do anything else."
Cindy regretted her tone of voice.
"Do you smoke?"
"Grass? Yeah, sure."
"Cool. We'll have a party tonight."
It was only three blocks to John's place. When they walked inside, a sharp-looking redhead was sitting on a pillow in the middle of the living room. The smell of grass was thick in the room.
"Hey, Janie?"
The girl turned her head and looked at the two of them.
"Hi, baby," she said, her voice soft, her eyes dreamy-looking.
"Listen, this is Cindy. She's gonna be staying with us for awhile."
"That's cool."
"Cindy, that's Janie," John said, taking off his coat. "I'll put your things in the closet."
"Come on, Cindy. Have a seat,' Janie said, patting a pillow next to her.
Smiling, Cindy walked over to the girl and sat down.
"Thanks for letting me stay here."
"Don't worry about it. You smoke?"
"Yeah, sure."
Janie took a burning joint from the ash tray, and handed it to Cindy. "Here, baby, enjoy yourself."
Taking the cigarette, Cindy put it to her lips and inhaled deeply.
"Mmmm, good stuff, she said, after releasing the smoke from her lungs. She handed it back to Janie.
"No, keep it. I'm already zonked on my ass." Smiling happily, Cindy took another-puff. Just then, John walked into the living room, carrying a bottle of red wine.
"Thought you might be thirsty," he said.
"My mouth is a little dry."
"It probably is. That's some good shit you got there," he said, pouring some wine into a glass for her. "You want some, Janie?"
"Sure, why not. Thanks."
After handing her a filled glass, John poured some for himself. Together they raised their glasses in a toast, and drank the wine down.
"This is good," Cindy said.
"Glad you like it. Any of that joint left?"
"Sure, here," she said, handing it to him, watching as he inhaled. Afterward, Janie took it from his fingers, and pulled another hit from it Cindy was next, and then it was gone. Her head was buzzing pleasantly. She felt wonderfully light. She sipped the wine.
Getting up, John slid a tape into the player. Immediately, the room was bathed in the soothing sound of a sitar. Before sitting down, he turned all the lights off, except for one bulb glowing red.
"That's nice," Cindy said.
"Yeah, it's good for the head," John said, sitting back down on the floor beside Janie.
It was a wonderful feeling of family. Cindy closed her eyes while the smoke inside her lungs did its job. When she opened them again, Janie and John were kissing each other passionately. With their mouths slightly apart, she could see their tongues licking slowly against each other. Janie moaned softly, and pressed her hand to John's crotch, squeezing his rapidly bulging cock.
Stoned on the grass, Cindy didn't feel like an intruder. She was part of them. She' felt the pleasure that they were feeling. Inside her panties, her cunt was dribbling with moisture.
"Ooooh, John, baby, do me, honey. Take care of me now. I'm so hot."
"Easy, baby, easy," John whispered, slinking one hand under her sweater until he was cupping a bare breast.
"Oh, yeah, squeeze it, honey."
Just then, John broke their kiss, and looked at Cindy. "Listen, if you want, you can join in."
"Oh, yeah, Cindy," Janie said, turning to look at her. "Why don't you?"
As she spoke, she pulled off her sweater, and pressed John's hand to her exposed breast. "Come on, let's have a real party."
It was more than Cindy could have resisted, even if she wanted to. Eagerly she got undressed, tossing her clothes off, until she was naked on the floor, and ready for anything.
"You are cute," said Janie, licking her lips.
"I might eat you myself."
Cindy didn't know how to react to that one. She'd never even considered making it with another girl. She wouldn't know what to do. "Come here," Janie said, looking at her intently.
Transfixed, Cindy moved over until her thigh was pressing against Janie's. She watched as Janie reached over and cupped one of her quivering tits. After a moment, her nipple was throbbing inside the other girl's mouth.
Cindy moaned softly as Janie's sharp teeth bit gently into the puckered red flesh surrounding the rigid, pointed tip of her nipple.
"Oooh, Janie," Cindy whispered. "I've never-"
"What! You've never made it with another chick before?" Janie looked at her incredulously.
"No, never."
"Wow, you're in for a real treat, then," Janie said, going back to mouth Cindy's succulent breast. They were both soaked and tingling with excitement.
As Janie was taking care of her boobs, John slowly pushed Cindy over onto her back, and spread her legs apart. He pressed his mouth to her glistening cunt and licked slowly up and down the length of her juicy, wet gash, until Cindy was gasping for breath and pleading for relief.
After her first orgasm, John and Janie traded places. Cindy watched, wide-eyed, as Janie crawled down between her spread thighs.
She could hear Janie mewing softly as she inserted her soft, feminine tongue into the warm depths of Cindy's twat.
"Oh, Janie, Janie," Cindy moaned. "Lick it. Lick my pussy."
"She is a good little pussy-eater," John said, kneeling beside Cindy's face, and pressing the head of his cock against her lips. "Here, try this one on for size," he said.
Opening her mouth, Cindy took the head inside, licking all around it with her warm, wet, soft tongue. Slowly, she began taking more and more of the rigid length inside her mouth.
"That's right, baby. Suck all that nice cock inside," John said, his voice sounding strained.
On the floor, Cindy was going wild. Her body filled and then exploded with sensation. Over and over again, she came, flooding Janie's warmly sucking mouth with a gushing load of pussy cream.
As her own excitement mounted and ebbed, she began sucking John's cock faster, in an effort to make him come. She wanted to feel his own creamy load splattering inside her mouth.
"Oh, shit, suck it baby, I'm gonna shoot," John moaned. He gasped, and then yelled, "Harder, now cunt, now!" Then his cock erupted inside Cindy's wildly sucking mouth.
Hot globs of come spurted from his pulsating penis, splashing against the back of her throat, and then dribbling down onto her stomach. Swallowing as fast as she could, Cindy tried to capture all of his thick, sweetly tart elixir.
Finally, his cock began to soften in her mouth. Reluctantly, she released it, scraping against it with her teeth, as it slid out. Between her legs, Janie was feverishly licking her cunt, trying to get one more load of pussy cream out of it. Closing her eyes, Cindy concentrated on the feeling of Janie's tongue inside her pussy until she finally erupted in a final, gasping, writhing climax.
When it ended, Janie rolled out from between Cindy's thighs. Looking up at her, she smiled.
"Did you like it?"
"Oh, it was great," Cindy said, meaning it completely.
"I'm glad," Janie said. "I like you."
Rolling over, John filled their glasses with wine and handed them out. Cindy took hers and slowly sipped the tart, red liquid.
As she lay relaxing, she hoped this wouldn't end up the same way things did in Los Angeles-first, having everyone else spending her money, and then that thing. She still couldn't believe it actually happened. It was so much like a bad dream that she thought she would wake up from it. But it had happened, and she would have to live with it.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Huh?" Cindy looked at John. Her eyes were blank.
"Whatcha thinking about? You're a million miles away."
"Oh, nothing."
"Want some more wine?"
"Thanks." Cindy's glass was refilled.
"So you came from L.A.?" It was Janie again.
"Huh? Yeah, that's right."
"What did ya do down there? Anything special?"
"No just hung around until I got tired of it. Hey, why all the questions?"
"Don't get up-tight, honey. Just curious, that's all. Forget it."
"I'm sorry. I'm just tired. It was a long trip up here."
"Yeah, I guess it was. Say, you want to go to a concert with us tomorrow?" Janie was trying to make amends.
"Sure who is it?"
"Purple Sweat."
"Oh, yeah? Out of sight!"
"It's not far from here, At the Avelon."
"Groovy. You know, I still can't believe it. I just got here, and I've already got two friends. People are really great."
"Usually," John said. "All you have to do is give them a chance. That's the secret."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Cindy covered her mouth as she yawned. It had been a long day.
"Well, I guess I'm ready to crash, too," said Janie, rolling over on her side.
"Yeah, I'll join you," John added.
Reaching over, he turned off the music, but left the light on. Without the sound of the music, the room took on a sleep-inducing glow from the red bulb in the lamp.
It wasn't long before the three of them were sleeping peacefully beside each other on the floor.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Cindy finally awoke, the sun was shining brightly outside. Groggily, she wiped the sleep from her eyes, yawning at the same time.
"Hi! Glad you're awake. Boy, you were really out of it."
Janie had just walked into the living room from another part of the house. She was smiling exuberantly at Cindy.
"Good morning," Cindy said, coming fully awake.
"You want some breakfast;"
"Sure, it sounds good," Cindy said, pulling herself up to a sitting position.
"If you want to wash up, the bathroom's that way," said Janie.
"Thanks. Where's my duffel bag?"
"Oh, John put it in the closet, there. I'll get it for you."
While Cindy stood up, Janie walked over and opened a closet door. Reaching inside, she pulled out Cindy's bag.
"Here you go. How do you like your eggs?"
"Oh, whatever's easiest."
Cindy picked up her duffel bag, and headed into the bathroom. Checking her pants, she made sure that the twenty was still there. She felt immediately guilty. These people weren't like Rip and his friends. They were taking her in. They were feeding her. And they hadn't asked for a single cent.
After washing up, and changing into some fresh clothes, Cindy left the bathroom, and walked into the kitchen, the twenty in her hand.
"Here," she said, handing it to Janie.
"What's that for?"
"Well, I mean, you're taking me in and feeding me and everything. I just want to contribute, that's all."
Janie looked at Cindy and smiled. "Hey, you don't have to do that. Do you have any more?"
"No. I was broke when I left L.A. Some guy on the road gave it to me."
"Listen, you keep it until you've got a little more. Don't forget, we've got a concert tonight, and you'll need some bread for that."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, listen, it's all right. John's got some deals going. He does all right-So save your bread, okay?"
"Well, okay," said Cindy.
Together, the two girls sat down at a small table and ate their eggs. Cindy had not eaten for two days, and it tasted damn good. She could have used more, but she didn't want to make a pig out of herself, since it was free.
"You still hungry?"
"No, I'm fine," Cindy lied. "It was great, thanks."
"Come on, let's get the dishes done real quick before John gets back. I'll wash, you dry."
"Just like back home," Cindy said.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Say, where's John?" Cindy asked, quickly wiping a dish dry.
"He's out scoring some bread. He should be back soon."
"Have you known him long? I mean, are you married?"
Janie laughed. "Oh, no, nothing like that. We're just living together. Actually, we used to go to school together."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah, it got so we couldn't take it anymore, so we just split, and started setting up house here. That was about two years ago."
"Gee that's nice. Are you sure you don't mind my being here? I mean, I don't want to be intruding."
"Hell, no," Janie said, smiling. "I really dig you. I mean, you're all right. The way you offered your only twenty bucks. Not too many people would do that. I mean, most people would stay as long as the freebies lasted, and then they would split."
Cindy felt embarrassed.
"Hey, anybody home?" John called, interrupting the conversation, to Cindy's relief. "In the kitchen, honey," Janie yelled.
"How ya doing?" John said, walking over and kissing her on the cheek.
"Did ya score?"
"A little bit. Enough to get us through till the end of the week."
"That's cool. I told Cindy about the concert tonight."
"Great. Can you make it?"
"Yeah, I'd love to go, if you're sure I won't be in the way."
"Now, come on," Janie said, scowling. "We've been through all that."
"Yeah, I know," Cindy admitted.
"What's this all about?" asked John, looking puzzled.
"Oh, Cindy thinks she'll be in he way here. I told her how silly that was. Would you believe, she's got exactly twenty bucks, and she wanted to give it to me to pay for her staying here."
"No!" John was aghast. "You know, I could tell you were all right when I first saw you," he said, turning to Cindy.
"Well, the dishes are all done. What do you say we go out to the park, or something?" Janie suggested.
.
"Oh, I'd like that," Cindy said.
"All right, the park it is."
Together, the three of them walked out of the apartment and down the stairs into the street. To Cindy, it seemed that the whole scene during the day was completely different. She could see everything so much better.
"Hey, man, how ya doing?" John asked, walking past some dude walking a dog.
"Cool, Johnny, cool," the guy said.
"Where's the park?" Cindy asked.
"Just about three blocks up," John said. "I think you'll dig it. There's always something doing up there."
"Oh, yeah?" Cindy commented.
"Yeah," Janie interjected. "Would you believe it? One day, John Lennon, you know, from the Beatles, was just walking around with a guitar and he put on a concert. Right there in the park. I couldn't believe it." Janie stopped to catch her breath.
"Really?" Cindy was wide-eyed.
"Yeah, like I said, it was unreal."
"Wow!"
The entrance to Golden Gate Park was on Stanton Street. Clustered around the gate were a number of people. Like most of the people on Haight Street, they were just standing around, waiting.
"Spare change?" asked one, looking at John.
"No, man. Not today."
"Hey, this is really nice," Cindy said as they walked in through the entrance, and down a grass-surrounded walkway.
The park was filled with people. Some were walking. Some were sitting on benches. The feeling was completely peaceful. Cindy took a deep breath. The sun felt warm and good. The grass looked soft and green.
John took her hand in his. Cindy squeezed it tightly. On his other side, Janie walked with her arm around his waist. No hassles. No problems. Peace.
Leaving the walkway, the three of them walked to the top of a rolling, grassy knoll.
"Ah, this looks good," John said dropping to the ground.
Simultaneously, Janie and Cindy fell on either side of him and lay down.
"You know, this is how life should be," John said. "Let everyone else worry for nothing."
"You said it," Janie whispered, rolling over onto her side to look at him. "We've got everything we need.
"Gee, it's so relaxing here," Cindy said. "You could almost forget who you are here."
"Yeah, that's the way it is," John said, his eyes closed.
The rest of the afternoon passed quickly. As the sun began going down, the three of them got up and started walking back to the apartment, to get their coats before going to the concert.
"That's the only trouble with San Francisco," Janie said. 'The day can be so nice, but the nights are almost always cold. I guess it's because we're so far north."
Back at the apartment, they shared a quick joint and then, coats on, left for the Avalon Ballroom. Cindy was excited. Right then, Purple Sweat was the hottest group going.
"Aren't we going to walk?" she asked as John pulled to a stop on the comer.
"No, it's a little too far. We'll just take the bus."
It was getting chilly, and Cindy started dancing up and down to keep warm. A minute later, a bus pulled to a stop in front of them. Climbing on board, John dropped in enough change for the three of them.
"Boy, it really, gets cold out here," Cindy said.
"Yeah, it doesn't take too long," said Janie.
"If we were home, I could keep you both nice and warm," John said.
"Oh, I'll just bet you could," said Janie, grinning.
"Jealous?" John asked, teasingly.
"Oh, wow, do you have a lot to learn," Janie said, moving her hand up his thigh, until she was pressing against his prick.
"Hey, you better watch it, or-I might take care of the two of you right here," said John.
"You'd ball me right here in the bus?"
"Is that what they're calling it now?" asked John, looking down to her cunt.
"All right, fucker. You know what I'm talking about."
"Such language. Does your mother know you talk like that?"
"Ohhh, you!" Turning, Janie looked at Cindy. "Can you believe this guy?"
"Hey, come on. This is where we get off," said John, standing up.
The warmth of the bus was only a memory, as they walked through the foggy cold to the auditorium. Outside, hordes of people were standing around. The smell of grass was thick in the air. No one seemed too concerned.
"Let's go on in."
The inside was a madhouse. Music was blaring from huge amplifiers. Multi-colored lights were flashing. People were everywhere, standing, dancing, running around, shouting to be heard above the music. Finding an empty table off in a comer, the three of them sat down.
"How do you like it so far?" John asked Cindy.
"Too much," Cindy shouted, trying to take in everything at once.
"Come on," John said. "Let's dance."
Getting up, Cindy followed him onto the dance floor. She didn't have to think about steps. Her body moved to the music. The blasting sounds filled her head. Closing her eyes, she felt the music vibrating inside her.
When the song ended, they walked back to the table. Janie was talking with someone who had pulled up a chair. When he saw John approaching, he smiled.
"Hey, John, what's happening, man?"
"Rico, how are ya doing?"
"What a trip!" said Rico. "I been doing ten days."
"What for?"
"They called it public nuisance. Are you ready for that?"
"Sounds like a bunch of shit to me," said John.
"It was, man. But what can you do about it?"
"Not much, I guess. Oh, by the way, this is Cindy. She's staying with us for awhile."
"Hi, Cindy."
"Hi," Cindy said, smiling at him.
As the band returned from a break, Rico looked at Cindy.
"You wanna dance?"
"Sure."
"Come on."
Putting his arm around her waist, he led her out to the dance floor. The next song was a slow one. Rico pulled Cindy close to him. He smiled, feeling her soft breasts pressing against his chest.
"You been here long?" he whispered in her ear.
"No. I just met John and Janie last night."
"Yeah, they're good people," Rico said.
On the packed floor, the two of them stood in place, just shuffling their feet in time to the beat.
"Where'd you come from?"
"L.A."
"Oh, yeah? I was down there for awhile. Couldn't take it, though. People are too phony there."
Cindy thought back to Rip and that bunch. "Man, I sure know what you mean."
"Sounds like you found out from experience."
"You can say that again."
The song ended and the group immediately went into a fast rock number. Rico and Cindy fell apart, and started gyrating to the sounds pulsating through the crowded room. When it ended, they walked back to the table to catch their breath.
Totally unconcerned, Rico pulled a large, rolled joint out of his pocket and lit it. Inhaling deeply, he smiled and then handed the cigarette to John. Cindy was aghast.
"What if we get caught!" she said.
"Hey don't worry. Nothing's gonna happen here. There'd be a riot!"
After a few moments and a couple of hits from the weed, Cindy relaxed, and enjoyed the light buzzing inside her head. Smiling, she looked at the flashing strobes, as if she were mesmerized.
Across the table, Janie turned to John, and pressed her mouth warmly to his. Watching, Cindy could feel the intensity of the kiss.
With the heat building inside her loins, Cindy wished they were back at the apartment. Rico had gone off to talk to some other friends, and Cindy was now alone. Across the table, the passion grew even hotter, as John slid his hand inside Janie's blouse and cupped a bare, jiggling tit.
Cindy got up and walked over to the bar where she bought a coke. Even though she was surrounded by people, she felt very lonely. She needed someone of her own.
When the band took another break, she walked back to the table. John and Janie were sipping drinks. Cindy could see that Janie's face was flushed.
"Why don't we go back to the apartment, where we can have some real fun?" Janie suggested, looking at John and Cindy.
"Any time you're ready."
"I'm ready," said Janie. "Let's go.
All the way back to the apartment, Janie kept locking eyes with Cindy. There was no doubt about what she wanted. Under her pants, Cindy could feel her warm pussy juices steadily soaking through her panties.
CHAPTER NINE
The time was passing quickly for Cindy. The days were turning into weeks, and she was enjoying every minute of her life. It seemed that there wasn't anything that John and Janie wouldn't do for her. Why they even took her out and bought some clothes for her!
She felt a little guilty about it all, but still, what could she do? They insisted. She was soon to learn the reason for their generosity. While she was out one afternoon, John and Janie sat talking in the apartment.
"Do you think she's ready?" John asked.
"As ready as she'll ever be, I think," Janie shrugged. "She really is a good little piece of ass."
"When do you want to break her in?"
"How about over the week-end. I'll make her think she's helping out a friend of ours, and then I'll give her a cut of the bread."
John leaned back on his elbows. "It's gonna be nice having someone else doing the work again, you know?"
"Yeah, honey, I know," Janie said smiling. Rolling over next to him, she pressed her mouth to his, sliding her warm, wet tongue between her teeth.
"Mmm, you feel good," she whispered, putting her hand against his crotch.
"Why don't you take it out?"
"I thought you'd never ask," she said, pulling down his zipper. Dipping her hand inside, she quickly pulled out his already hardening penis.
Sliding down on the floor, she looked intently at his throbbing rigid organ. Gingerly, she slid her hand up and down the length of the shaft, until a drop of clear juice oozed out the small piss hole. Smiling, she dropped her head down and licked it up, smacking her lips with relish.
"Suck it, baby," John whispered.
"Anything you say, lord and master."
Opening her mouth wide, she sucked the head of his prick. Slowly she began taking more and more of it in, until she had half the length buried inside her mouth.
"You taste so good," she moaned, through her mouthful of cock.
"Try my balls, honey."
Releasing his prick, she dipped her face down between his thighs, and lapped wetly against his two sacs. Breathing deeply, she let the aroma of his groin permeate her entire being.
"Oh, yeah, baby, lick them!"
Janie slowly went wild. Eagerly, she filled her mouth with his nuts. Her tongue was like a serpent, licking, lapping, soaking him with her saliva, until it was dripping down the crack of his ass.
"Yeah, that's right; baby. Soak 'em!"
"You like that, baby?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Oh, shit, you know it. Come on now, let's fuck."
Hurriedly, Janie pulled his pants down, and tossed them in a heap into the comer. Then, just as quickly, she shimmied out of her own clothes, until she was kneeling beside him on the floor, completely naked and ready.
Rolling over on her back, she opened her legs as wide as she could in an invitation of lust. Without wasting a second, John was on top of her. Grasping the shaft of his cock in his hand, he pressed the head against her wet, soggy opening. Slowly, humping his ass back and forth, he drove the rigid, throbbing length of his cock into the warm, wet sweetness of her cunt.
"Oh, John, yes. Give it to me, baby! Slide it in."
Janie sighed passionately as she felt the walls of her cunt slowly expanding to accept the width of John's penis. Warm juices bubbled out of her stuffed hole, running slowly down the spread crack of her ass, and onto the floor. She knew it wasn't everybody who could get her so wet, so she treasured John's cock for that one reason. The feeling of being totally soaked with cunt juice excited her no end, and she relished the feeling.
"Oh, deeper, honey. Shove it up my hole."
"Don't worry, baby. You'll get more than you can handle. You just keep that pussy nice and wet for me, huh?"
"Oh, shit, you'd just better believe it."
It wasn't long before both their bodies were glistening with the sheen of perspiration from their exertions, and the room was smelling like raw, natural sex. Gasping for breath, they let the odors fill their brains, arousing their lusts to the fullest.
"I'm coming John-Oh, shit!"
Janie screamed, as her orgasm peaked and ebbed, and John slowed the pace, just enough for her to get the fullest pleasure from her climax. Gradually, he began sliding into her faster and faster, slowly building her to another peak.
"Oh, fuck, what a cocksman you are. I can't believe it! You're wonderful!"
"Yeah, I know," he said, smiling down at her, all the while pounding his thick hunk of meat into the depths of her warm, wet womb.
"Will you come inside me next time? Please."
"Sure, baby, sure. Get ready for it."
Looking down at her jiggling tits, he watched as her swollen nipples seemed to actually pulsate. Concentrating, he rhythmically ground his cock as far as he could into her vagina, slowly building her toward another erupting orgasm. As she began gasping for breath, he moved faster. His cock was like a powerful piston, slamming and out of a wet, velvet cylinder.
"Now, John, fuck me hard. I'm gonna come again!"
John was a machine now. Aware only of the tight feeling inside his throbbing cock, he could feel his own come heating up inside his balls as he slammed savagely in and out of her cunt.
"All right, baby, I'm gonna shoot now."
"Oh, yes, fill me. Fuck me. Fill my cunt!" Screaming with pleasure, Janie erupted into another orgasm. Hot pussy cream bubbled out of her frothy hole, covering John's now pulsating cock. At the same time, she felt his own load of pleasure cream splattering the walls of her convulsing cunt. She felt like her come would go on forever, whenever it happened that way.
Soon it was ending, and his cock went limp inside her. Slowly he pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back. Sighing with satisfaction, Janie rested her hand on his shoulder. Reaching down, she lovingly cupped his cock and balls in her hand.
"That was wonderful," she moaned, kissing his cheek. "I feel so good, so relaxed."
"You always do after a good fuck," said John.
"I know. But each time with you is better."
"Yeah."
"Do you have a cigarette around here?"
"Straight?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Just a second."
Getting up, he walked over to his pants and fished out a package of cigarettes.
"Here you go," he said.
"Thanks. Shouldn't Cindy be getting back pretty soon?"
"Yeah, I think she's in the park. I'm getting something to drink. Want anything?"
"Some wine."
"Coming up," he said, walking into the kitchen.
Alone in the living room, Janie began to think of Cindy. As she did, she could feel the fire of passion being aroused once again deep inside her body. Licking her lips, she thought back to the way Cindy's pussy tasted.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about Cindy."
"She really turns you on, doesn't she?" asked John, handing her the wine.
"Sure."
"Let's just hope she works out."
"I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure we won't have any trouble. Especially after she sees how much bread she'll be able to make."
"Yeah."
Just then, Cindy walked in the front door. "Looks like I missed out on all the fun," she said.
"Oh, I don't know about that," Janie said. Opening her arms, she held them out to her.
Eagerly, Cindy walked over and sat down beside Janie. Hungrily, their lips met.
As they kissed, Janie quickly unbuttoned Cindy's sweater and pulled it off her shoulders. Underneath, her breasts were bare, jiggling with excitement. At her touch, the nipples puckered lustfully.
Moaning softly, Janie bent her head down and sucked one delicious red nipple. She reached down to Cindy's crotch, and pressed her hand against the moist warmth of her still-covered cunt.
"Come on, let's get you all nice and naked."
Pulling away from her, Cindy stood up, and hurriedly shed her clothing. As she sat back down, she could feel the hairy outer lips of her cunt swelling open, as her warm juices bubbled fragrantly out from her slick channel.
"Oh, Janie, your tongue feels so good. Lick my nipples. Ohhh, yes."
"Just wait," Janie said. "The best is yet to come."
As she spoke, she reached her hand back down between Cindy's spread thighs, and pressed her fingers against the naked, swollen, wet cunt gash. Cindy moaned as Janie toyed with her throbbing, rigid clit. Hot juice gushed from her excited hole, soaking Janie's fingers and the inside of her thighs.
"Oh. shit, I've got to eat you," Janie gasped.
She pushed Cindy over onto her back.
Eagerly, her mouth drooling, she crawled face first in between Cindy's widespread legs. Licking her lips, she pressed her mouth to the raw, red steaming gash. Hoarsely, she slithered her tongue inside and slurped mightily, swallowing all the warm, sweet cunt cream she could get.
With her eyes closed, Cindy sighed with pleasure at the feeling of Janie's tongue lapping away inside her cunt. With her fingers, she reached down to her pussy, and pulled the lips as wide apart as she could, wanting to have all of Janie's tongue inside her gaping slit.
"Oh, shit, yes, Janie. Lick it. Eat my cunt. Eat my pussy good."
Lewdly, she ground her ass against the carpeted floor, unable to control herself with the sensations that were coursing through her body.
"Oh, shit, suck it! Suck it!" Cindy screamed. Feeling the climax rising inside her she demanded more.
Grasping the soft, quivering cheeks of her ass, Janie fastened her mouth as tight as she could get it against Cindy's flowing vagina. Hot juice was gushing from her hole as her excitement mounted and Janie could only imagine how much sweet cream she would get when Cindy finally climaxed.
Gasping for breath, Cindy's body convulsed violently on the floor. Her cunt felt as it did every time she came. It felt as if it were being turned inside out. The spasms sent load after load of thick, sweet cunt cream pouring into Janie's wildly sucking mouth.
As the flow ended, Janie slithered her tongue as deep as she could inside Cindy's cuntal channel, lapping at the cream that was still coating the inner walls. When she finally lapped up all that she could, she took her mouth from between the sweaty thighs, and licked her Ups.
"You always taste so fucking good," she said.
"Maybe you'd like it if I ate you now," Cindy said, her eyes still slightly glazed. "Mmmm, would you?" Janie asked.
"Sure. Sit on my face. I think I'd like that." Cindy's heart was pounding, wild with excitement.
Licking her Ups, she looked up at the hair-lined crevice of Janie's cunt. Inside the swollen gash, the meat was pink and glistening wet. The heady odor was overpowering as Cindy breathed it all in.
As the cunt came down to press against her face, Cindy's tongue came out, and slithered wetly inside, lapping at the thick, flavorful juices that had oozed out from the palpitating channel of Janie's vagina.
"Oh, Cindy, your tongue feels so hot," Janie moaned, pressing her twat harder against Cindy's face, and then grinding it down until she was covered with the streaming juices.
Gasping for breath, Cindy continued licking wildly, thrilling to the flavor of another girl's cunt. It was the first time she had ever done such a thing. She couldn't believe the feeling.
Cindy's tongue moved as if it were possessed, sliding and slithering, trying to get every drop of the slightly pissy tasting cunt juice. At the same time, she sucked the throbbing nub of Janie's clit, and gently chewed it between the sharp edges of her teeth until Janie was screaming and gasping for relief.
"Oh, shit, you bitch, yes, yes, yes yessssss!"
Screaming in a fit of pleasurable agony, Janie erupted, showering Cindy's waiting mouth with a thick, gushing load of sweet cunt cream. All the while, she ground her pussy lewdly against Cindy's face, until it, too, was soaked with the warm juices.
"Oh, shit," Janie groaned, as she finally rolled off Cindy. "What a cuntsucker!"
"Did you really like it?"
"Oh, baby, you were terrific."
"And it was my first time!" said Cindy, pleased with herself. "I wanted to repay you somehow."
"You repaid me double. Shit, it feels like you wore old pussy out."
"I'm sorry." Cindy looked apologetic.
"Don't be. You were wonderful." To convince her, Janie leaned over and softly pressed her Ups to Cindy's. Warmly, she inserted her tongue between the younger girl's teeth, and lapped wetly inside her mouth. "There, convinced?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good. Now, I think I'll start dinner."
CHAPTER TEN
That night, Cindy was reading the Berkely Barb, a local underground paper. An ad in the "Message" section caught her eye: "Cindy, call home collect. We love you and want you back. Mom and Dad."
Cindy read it again, and tossed the paper aside.
"Cindy, is something wrong?" Janie asked, concerned over her expression.
"Nothing's wrong," she said, trying to keep her voice from quivering.
"You sure?"
"Shit, I'm sure. What do you want-for me to put it in writing?"
Standing up, she stalked out of the apartment, leaving Janie and John staring, speechlessly at each other.
"I wonder what that was all about?" Janie wondered.
Outside, the night was cold as always. A light fog was beginning to roll in. Cindy shivered as she thought about the message. Damn then, she thought sullenly.
Walking into the Third Eye, she sat down at a booth in the rear. A girl walked over, and Cindy ordered a cup of Espresso. As she sat sipping it, a tall, bearded dude walked over and sat down with her.
"Hey, baby, you look kind of down.
"Oh, hi, Ricky. No, it's nothing."
Calling the waitress over, he ordered a cup of Espresso also.
"You feel like tripping tonight?" he asked, winking.
"Acid?"
"Yeah, baby. And believe me, it's dynamite."
"Naw, I don't think so. That stuff is too strong for me. I better not."
Ricky sipped his drink, looking at her. She was a fine looking chick and he'd been trying for a week to get inside her pants. So far, no luck.
"You know, you've got to loosen up. I mean, the stuff isn't going to hurt you."
"No, not really," Cindy said honestly.
"Yes, you've got to try it. After all, there's a first time for everything."
"Yeah, well what about all the things I've heard about it. Like it fucks up your chromosomes or something?"
"Hey, wow! No one knows for sure. Besides, you only go around once in life." He started to laugh at her.
"Shit, now you sound like a fucking beer commercial, you know?"
"Yeah, I guess I do. We're gonna be having a party at Phil's tonight. Why don't you make the scene with us?"
"Are you gonna be doing acid?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so. But I know you smoke, and Phil's scored some righteous weed. What do you say?"
"Gee, I don't know. I suppose Janie and John will be waiting for me back at the apartment."
"Shit, what do they own you or something?"
"Well, all right. Sure, why not?"
"Good. It's probably going on right now.
Come on, I'll walk with you."
Getting up, they walked out of the cafe back into the chill of the night. Cindy shivered with the cold.
"Shit, why does it have to get so fucking cold up here?"
Rick put his arm around her. "That better?" he asked, pulling her close.
"Yeah, thanks. I should have worn a jacket."
"Hey, I'm glad you didn't," he said, squeezing an arm.
Cindy looked at him and smiled. He wasn't really all that bad-looking. In fact, he was pretty good-looking.
"You know, sometimes I think you'd like to fuck me." As she said it Rick felt a start go through him, finally centering in the crotch of his pants.
"Now there's an idea."
"Maybe tonight, if the party's good."
"Don't worry. It'll be good."
"I hope so. I'm feeling a lot better now."
"I'm glad. You're too sharp to be down. It ain't healthy."
"Yeah, I know."
Inside the apartment, the atmosphere was relaxed. The music coming from a stereo was low, the lights were soft, and the people were grooving.
The smoke in the room was thick. Cindy felt herself getting a buzz just from breathing it. Rick waved to Phil and then he and Cindy sat down on a soft floor cushion beside a coffee table. Plucking a reefer from the table top, Rick lit it and then passed it to Cindy.
"This stuff will knock you on your ass," he said, grinning.
Taking the burning cigarette, Cindy put it to her lips, and inhaled deeply. The acrid smoke filled her lungs and she held it until she was forced to exhale and take a fresh breath.
"Shit!" she said. "That's some shit!"
"Didn't I tell you? Go on, enjoy it."
Cindy took another drag and then handed the joint back to Rick.
"Hey Ricky, you gonna ball her tonight?" someone asked from across the room. Ricky didn't know what to say. He just looked at Cindy and smiled.
"Yeah, you wanna watch, you prick?" Cindy shouted back. Soft laughter swept through the room. Exhaling another puff, Cindy closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations that were coursing through her body.
When she opened her eyes again, a couple beside her was already starting to go at it hot and heavy. She knew the girl from the street, but she didn't know the guy. To Cindy he looked kind of straight.
With interest, she watched as the guy pulled the chick's sweater off, and tossed it onto the floor. It was only a second later, that he had his face buried in her chest, and was licking her quivering titties. Across the room, another group was going at it.
Two guys and a chick. While one dude was sucking her dripping cunt, the other was gobbling her boobs, chewing the hell out of her swollen nipples. As she watched, Cindy could feel the heat rising inside her own pussy. She looked over to Rick, and ran her tongue over her lips.
Rick was anything but slow to react. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers. Moaning softly, she opened her mouth to accept the sinewy length of his warm, wet tongue. Sucking it gently, Cindy scraped the saliva from it with her teeth.
"Ohh, Ricky, yes, yes." she moaned, as he cupped her tits through her sweater.
"You like that, baby?" he breathed, licking wetly inside her ear.
"Oh, yeah, I love it. Take my sweater off and squeeze them hard."
Breaking the kiss, Rick pulled the sweater over her head, and tossed it onto the floor. Licking his lips, he stared lustfully at the twin, inviting globes of flesh.
Cupping a mound in each hand, he bent his face down to one and sucked the cherry-red nipple into his mouth. Licking over the pointed tip, he gently chewed around the bumpy, surrounding aureole.
"Ohhh, Rick, harder. Harder!"
As she groaned with the pleasure coursing through her body, Cindy reached down to the crotch of his pants, and eagerly pulled down the zipper. It wasn't long after that, that she had the thick, throbbing length of his penis in her hand and was rubbing hotly up and down along the pulsating, veiny shaft.
Her mouth filled with saliva, and she pulled away from him, and dropped her face to his lap. Hungrily opening her mouth, as wide as she could, she sucked fully half the length of his cock inside in one warm gulp.
Rick groaned, hoarse with desire, as he felt her lips' wrapping around his rigid cock shaft. At the same time, her tongue was swirling sensually around the velvety swollen head, lapping at a drop of juice already oozing from his small piss hole.
"Ohhh, that's right, baby. Lick it. Suck it. Shit, you're good!"
Cindy moaned as she bobbed her head up and down, giving the base of his prick a friendly bite.
After a few more minutes of increasing pleasure, Ricky succeeded in twisting around until he had her on top of him in the sixty-nine. Eagerly, he looked at the dripping cunt that was only a matter of inches from his waiting mouth.
Pulling the hairy lips of her twat apart, he looked for a moment at the wet, red cavern of her cunt. The cunt he had been waiting a week to get into-and now it was his!
Hungrily, he lowered her slightly and then fastened his hungry mouth to her squirming, running orifice. Hot juice flowed into his mouth, and he swallowed it, thrilling to the sweet, slightly pissy taste. Above him, Cindy moaned with passion. She couldn't get enough. Shit, he tasted good!
Beneath her, Rick's tongue was going wild inside her livid pussy. First lapping over her throbbing clitty for a minute, he then dropped down and licked between the swollen inner lips of her vagina. Afterward, he dropped lower to tongue fuck inside her cuntal channel. While doing that, he rubbed his fingers up against her clit, not once letting her excitement drop.
As she mouthed his penis, she could feel a climax swelling up deep inside her. Eagerly, she ground her pelvis against his face, trying to get more and more of her cunt inside his mouth, until she finally exploded in a fiery orgasm, drenching his face with a warm load of cream, as hoarse, lust-filled groans rose from her throat, pouring from between her cock-stuffed lips.
At the same time, she squeezed his jiggling balls, in one hand, trying to feel their load of come. Saliva rolled from her mouth, as she hungered for a taste of his thick, boiling sperm, splashing against the back of her throat, and then dribbling on down into her stomach.
It wasn't long before she felt his prick grow inside her mouth, and she knew he would be shooting his load. Like a madwoman, she sucked wildly, moving her mouth up and down at an unbelievable pace until she felt the first tremors racing through him.
"Ohh, come, come, come!"
Her wish was granted. A moment later, Rick was grunting lewdly, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, as if he were fucking her. His cock, swollen beyond belief inside Cindy's mouth was soon sputtering erotically as blast after blast of hot sperm splashed inside Cindy's sucking mouth, hitting against the inside of her cheeks and the back of her throat. There was so much!
Cindy gulped fast, trying to catch every drop. Her cheeks bulged with the thick, spicy load, as she began losing the battle to contain him inside her mouth. Soon, creamy rivulets were oozing out from the comers of her mouth, and running down her chin.
Soon, the flow began to ebb, and she swallowed the last of what remained in her mouth. As his cock softened, Rick breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath, fully enjoying the warmth that was still surrounding his limp penis.
"You are too fucking much," he said, smiling, when she finally released him. "No wonder John's trying to keep you to himself."
Rolling off him to sit with her back against the couch, Cindy took a deep breath and reached for another joint. As she put it to her lips, Rick struck a match and lit it for her.
By this time, the part was going full swing. The music had changed from soft sounds to hard rock.
Still completely naked, Cindy got up from her sitting position, and began dancing. Her lithe body moved to the heavy beat of the music. In a moment, Rick joined her.
"Go, man, go!" someone shouted. Rick smiled in acknowledgement.
Before long, the entire room was filled with activity. Some were dancing. Some were fucking. Everyone was doing something. The music was turned up louder. The walls vibrated. Bodies gyrated frantically, and someone screamed.
Then, there was another scream! It was blood-curdling. The frantic activity stopped, and everyone turned to look.
In the comer a girl that Cindy knew from the street was staring at the wall. She was silent for a moment, and then there was another shrill, high-pitched scream. By now Phil was next to her. Putting his arms around her, he talked softly to her.
"Come on, baby. It's all right. We're your friends-"
"Noooo! You're not!" Her body shook violently from the force of her outburst.
"What's wrong?" Cindy asked, scared out of her wits.
"Nothing. She's having a bad trip."
As Rick answered her, Cindy bent down, and picked up her clothes. Quickly, she began dressing.
"Where do you think you're going?" Rick asked, looking directly at her.
"I'm going home. I'm scared," Cindy said, trembling slight, trying to keep from looking at the girl still screaming in the corner.
"Hey come on. She's gonna be all right."
"I'm going home," Cindy asserted, firmly.
By then she was completely dressed. Leaving Rick where he was, Cindy walked to the front door, and left the apartment. Outside, it was bitter cold. Afraid that someone was going to come after her, she ran toward John and Janie's apartment. She would be safe there.
When she walked in, both of them were sitting in the living room. Cindy could hold back no longer. Sobbing heavily, she crumpled to the floor.
Janie ran to her immediately. "Honey what's wrong?"
Cindy couldn't talk. Her body shook violently, wracked by her heavy, soul-searing sobs. Janie led her over onto a cushion. John looked on. He would let Janie handle the problem, whatever it was.
Slowly, gently, keeping her arm around Cindy's shoulder, Janie rocked her back and forth, soothing her until the sobs quieted down. In a few minutes, Cindy was just crying quietly.
"Come on. It can't be that bad," Janie said. "What is it?"
"Oh, Janie, it was terrible.
"What was?"
"I went to a party with Ricky, and-Oh, it was just horrible!"
"What are you talking about? Who's Rick?"
"Just a guy I know," Cindy said, wiping her tears from her face. "I bumped into him tonight at the Third Eye, after I left here. He said there was a party at Phil's-"
"Yeah, and-"
"Well, we got there and everything was cool, and I had a little grass, and-"
"So, what happened that's so awful?"
"There was this girl there. I just know her from the street. Anyway, she started screaming, and she was just staring at the wall. And then she started screaming louder and louder. Rick said she was having a bad trip, and it would be all right. But she just kept screaming and staring at the wall. I couldn't stand it."
"Well, that does happen sometimes. She'll be all right. I wouldn't worry about it. You didn't take any acid, did you?"
"Oh, no, I wouldn't ever take that stuff-especially after tonight."
"Well, that's good. A little grass is enough to get high. You don't have to fuck around with that other shit. It'll just fuck you up bad."
"Oh, I know. I'm so sorry I went over there tonight."
"Well, it's over now. Would you like to go to sleep?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm just so glad to be away from there. That poor girl. Just staring at the wall like that and screaming."
"Come on. Let's go into the bedroom and crash."
Janie helped Cindy to her feet, and looked at John. "Coming, John?"
"Sure. I guess I could use some sack time." He stood up and walked with the girls into the bedroom.
Five minutes later, Cindy was undressed and in bed, fast asleep with Janie watching over her protectively.
"Poor kid," she said, looking at John.
"Yeah, seeing something like that the first time can be rough."
"All right, honey, let's get some sleep. Good night," Janie said, leaning over and kissing him, as she got into bed. "See you in the morning."
"Hey," John said in the darkness, "do you think you'll still be able to get her started over the weekend?"
"Oh, sure. That's no problem. She isn't turned off sex."
"All right. Good night."
"Good night, John."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Saturday night brought Cindy's initiation into the world of prostitution.
At first, when Janie suggested it to her, Cindy was shocked. It all seemed to be so cold-blooded. And then it occurred to her that what she had done in the not-too-distant past was just about the same. She had screwed guys for rides and money."
"What should I wear?" Cindy asked.
"How about that low-cut red mini you have.
That really makes you look sharp. You'll have them drooling to bed down with you."
"All right. But are you sure I won't get into any trouble with the cops?"
"Don't worry. We haven't had any trouble yet," Janie said, smiling and trying to be comforting.
"Are you going to be with me?"
"You bet. Maybe we'll even do a gig together."
"Yeah, that would be fun, I guess," Cindy said, her heart not really in it.
"I'll tell you what. Let's go ahead and get dressed, and then we'll eat downtown. How does that sound?"
"Fine."
"Good. Come on."
Twilight was beginning to set in, as the two of them walked out of the apartment. Janie with a tailored suede coat, and Cindy, with a multi-colored shawl, left no doubt about what their evening concerned.
"Come on, we'll take a bus." Cindy followed Janie, trying to hide her nervousness.
"You know, with any luck at all, we should each make a hundred-maybe two, tonight."
"That much?"
"You better believe it. In fact, there have been a couple of times when a guy would pay a hundred and then give me another hundred for a tip. And I would still have time to turn a couple more tricks."
"Whew! That's a lot of money."
"Feel better about the idea now?"
"Yeah, a little. A hundred bills just for a fuck. Wow!" Cindy hook her head from side to side.
"Good, here's the bus. Come on."
Together, the two of them climbed on board. Paying the fare, they went to the back of the bus and sat down. "You nervous?" Janie asked.
"A little, I guess. I don't know why, though. It's not like I'm a virgin or anything."
"Yeah, still it's the first time you've ever done anything like this. Balling for money, I mean."
"No, not really. There were a couple of times when a guy paid me after screwing him. You know, when I was thumbing."
"Yeah, but that's different. You didn't know you were going to get paid."
"Yeah, but still-"
"Well, there's a difference. Here a guy is gonna try and pick you up, and you're gonna tell him flat out that it'll cost him fifty bucks. A hundred if you think he's got it. One thing you gotta learn about these guys is that they're all looking for a good time, and they're willing to pay for it."
"Well, I'll do my best," Cindy said, feeling herself relax somewhat.
"Don't worry. You'll do fine." Janie winked at her.
When the bus reached Market and Powell, the two of them got off. It was just beginning to get dark.
"Come on. Let's get something to eat. I'm starved."
"Sounds good," Cindy said, following Janie.
"How does barbeque sound?"
"Fine."
"I know a great place. Follow me."
Crossing Market, the two walked over to Powell and up about half a block. "This place has the greatest barbeque I've ever tasted," Janie said, licking her lips.
Inside the restaurant, the floor was covered with sawdust. The smell of meats cooking slowly started Cindy's mouth watering. If the food tasted as good as it smelled, she knew she would love it. Sitting down at a booth, they waited for a girl to come and take their order.
When the girl came over with a menu, a moment later, Janie and Cindy weren't long in making up their minds.
"I'll have the combination plate with french fries and coleslaw," Janie said.
"I'll have the same," Cindy said, handing back the menu. "Boy, just being in here is making me hungry as hell."
"I know what you mean. I just love it here. There's something about a good barbeque, you know?"
"Yeah, I know."
It wasn't long before two platters heaped with steaming hot meats was set down in front of them. Cindy wasted no time in digging in.
"This is good," she said.
"I thought you'd like it."
To Cindy, it seemed her plate emptied all too soon. Still she was comfortably full. "Boy, that was good," she said, wiping her Ups with a napkin.
"You want a cigarette?" Janie offered.
"Not your usual brand," Cindy said laughing.
"No, but it will have to do out here."
"Yeah, thanks," Cindy said, taking one and putting it to her Ups. Leaning forward, Janie lit it for her.
For the next ten minutes, the two of them sat there, quietly smoking their cigarettes, while waiting for their food to digest, and their stomachs to go down.
Finally, it was time.
"Well, are you ready to hit the streets?"
"I guess so," Cindy said, feeling her nervousness rising inside her once again.
The Tenderloin in San Francisco is not unlike any other hot spot in any other city. With the coming of darkness, the streets are lit up by thousands of steady and flashing neon lights, all advertising the same thing: girls, girls, and more girls.
All available for a price, is the order of the day. Along with the scores of B-girls, and hookers, there was sufficient supply for every one of the hundreds of men anxiously prowling the streets, looking to score. Cindy looked over the situation, feeling confidence swell inside her with every passing glance from every passing male.
"How do we do this?" she asked Janie.
"All right. Just walk nice and slow. Keep your shawl around you, but don't cover up your tits. Let the guys know that you're working. That's the main thing. But don't you start any conversations."
"Why?"
"Look, if the guy is a cop, he can bust you for soliciting. Dig? If a guy asked you if you'd like some company, or anything like that, let him know that you don't come cheap, but don't mention money right away. When you're sure he's not fuzz, then you can pop your price on him. A good way is for you to just ask him what he thinks you're worth. That way, he'll be the first one to mention money."
"I think I got it." Cindy tried to absorb the information she had just been given.
"Don't worry. You'll be all right."
A half block up, Janie whispered to Cindy not to say a word, that she would do the talking.
"Well, hello, Janie. I haven't seen you around for awhile. You working tonight?"
"Why Officer Dunlop, what makes you say such a thing?"
"Call it instinct, huh?"
"Send me two tickets to the Policemen's Ball, huh?"
"Okay, Janie. Take it easy."
That was it. Janie and Cindy resumed their' walk. "What was that all about?" Cindy asked.
"Oh, he's just an old friend of mine. Nothing to worry about."
"Okay."
"All right. There's a mark up there. You watch me and if I score, you'll be on your own, all right?"
"Sure."
He was about forty, medium height, standing against a wall. As Janie and Cindy walked toward him, his eyes moved up and down their bodies, trying to undress them with his eyes.
"Hi," Janie said, walking up to him. "You look lonely."
"Maybe I am, maybe not. What are you offering?"
"Company," Janie replied, smiling seductively.
"Company's usually expensive. What's the cost?"
He was acting cool, but Janie could see the eagerness in his eyes. "What do you think I'm worth?"
"I've got twenty-five."
"You're getting close. Want to try again?"
"All right. Fifty, but that's all!"
"You just hit the magic number. You staying around here?"
"Yeah, I got a room at the Hopkins."
"Classy! Let's go."
Putting his arm around her waist, they headed off toward the hotel. Cindy, alone on the sidewalk, watched as they walked off. For a short time, she was tempted to run off. Once again, she was alone and afraid. Usually it was she who got picked up. Not the other way around.
Come on, she thought to herself. Pull yourself together.
Taking a deep breath again, Cindy resumed her leisurely stroll, eyeing the possible candidates for her attentions. All the while she thought about the fifty dollars Janie was going to get for an hour of her time.
"Hey, baby, looking for someone?" The voice came from a man who had just walked out of a topless joint. Cindy turned and looked at him.
"Maybe. What did you have in mind?"
"It's your game, honey. You working?"
"Huh?"
"You look like you're working."
Cindy didn't know what to say. "Could be," she finally stammered.
"Good. How does thirty-five sound?"
Cindy wanted fifty. The same thing Janie had gotten.
Turning, she began to slowly walk away. She could hear his footsteps coming up behind her. "All right, what's your price?"
"Fifty?"
"Fifty! I only want to rent you. Not buy you!"
"My company is valuable. And worth it." Cindy smiled teasingly. "And we go to your place," she added.
"You saying you want to go all the way back to Berkeley?"
"That's where you live?"
"That's right."
"Then you'll have to rent a room, I guess."
"This is starting to cost a little money. It better be worth it."
"Don't worry, honey. I'm the best."
"Come on. I'll get us a room."
Cindy walked with him into the lobby of a fleabag hotel. As he registered for a room she tried not to breathe too deeply. "I hope the accommodations don't turn you off, but you're the one that wanted fifty bucks."
"Better I have it than some hotel."
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. Come on.
As they rode the elevator up to the fifth floor, he put his arm around Cindy, cupping one of her soft breasts from underneath. Sighing softly, she pressed her body against his.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Cindy."
"I'm Herb."
"Glad to meet you, Herb," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I hope I'll be able to say the same."
"I wouldn't worry about it. I'll give you a guarantee in writing."
"That's not a bad idea, you know?"
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. A moment later, they were standing inside a room, that no doubt had seen many such encounters over the years.
The furnishings were sparse. Nothing more than a bed with a faded cover and a rickety-looking bureau. A yellow-stained sink was in the comer.
"Welcome to the Ritz," Herb said.
"Yeah, it sure is," Cindy shrugged. "Still, who needs the Ritz when you've got me, huh?"
"That's a fact. Come here."
Cindy walked over to him. Pressing her body to his, she raised her face, meeting his kiss. She could feel the stubble of a beard pressing against her face, but she dismissed it from her mind. This was business.
Opening her mouth, she accepted the moist, probing tongue. Automatically, she felt herself becoming excited. Under her dress, she could feel her nipples throbbing.
Reaching behind her back, Herb pulled down the zipper holding her dress together and then pulled it off her shoulders. Her breasts were creamy white and quivering, and he licked his lips. Dropping his face down, he sucked one delicious nipple.
Cindy moaned softly, pressing her hand against the back of his head, forcing him down harder onto the spongy softness of her tit.
"Oh, yeah, baby, suck it!"
Eagerly, he moved back and forth from one cherry-capped tit to the other, until both were soaked with his warm saliva and rigid with passion.
As he licked her tits, he pushed her dress and panties down until they were lying in a wrinkled heap at her ankles. Anxious to be free, Cindy stepped out of them. Completely naked, she took a deep breath, feeling the passion surging inside her.
"Oh, go down, honey," she moaned, spreading her legs apart and squatting slightly.
"Sure!" he said, quickly dropping his face between her spread thighs. Cindy could hear him breathing in the aroma arising from her juicy twat. Already, she could feel the warm juices oozing out from between her vermilion bps, and running down the soft inner portion of her thighs.
As his breath splashed down onto the exposed inner meat of her pussy, Cindy moaned hoarsely. "Ohh, lick it, eat my cunt, honey."
Not wasting another second of his time, Herb pulled her cunt lips apart with his fingers, and pressed his mouth upward into her vaginal gash. Hungrily, his tongue snaked out, lapping wildly up and down the length of the juicy warm slit.
"Oh, shit, my pussy! It's on fire. Suck the juice out. Shit, you're making me so hot!"
Cindy thought she was going to have to play act. That was the one thing she was wrong as hell about.
After a couple more licks, Herb took his mouth from between her legs, and carried her to the bed. Lying on her back, her legs thrown wide open, Cindy watched excitedly, as Herb hurriedly got out of his own clothes. Naked, she marveled at the size of his erect, throbbing cock.
"Ohhh, come on, baby. I'm so fucking horny," she groaned.
It was almost a flying leap that put him onto the bed next to her. Turning around in the sixty-nine, he got on top of her. Pressing his mouth back to her pussy, he ate her wildly.
"So sweet, baby."
Licking her Ups, Cindy took the rigid rod of meat in her. hands, and rubbed up and down along the veiny shaft. Pressing her tongue to the velvety head, she licked away one drop of his ball juice, and then sucked the meaty morsel inside, lapping wetly around the underside with her tongue until it was throbbing inside her mouth.
Herb groaned pleasurably into her cunt as he sucked out a mouthful of her frothy pussy juice. Swallowing it, he slithered his tongue back up to the hard nub of her clit. And then he placed his tongue directly on the head, until Cindy was jerking convulsively beneath him with the spasms of pleasure he was causing.
At the head of the bed, Cindy was playing sword swallower. Hungrily she gobbled up as much of his meaty cock as she could without gagging. Lewdly, she wallowed in the pleasurable sensation of what she was doing, until it was time to get down to the nitty-gritty of fucking.
That time came soon enough. Staying on top of her, Herb turned himself around, with his cock to her cunt. Reaching down, Herb grasped the shaft of his prick in his hand and pressed the swollen head against the wet, slimy entrance to Cindy's cunt hole. Pumping slowly, he moved his penis deeper and deeper until the warm, wet clasping depths of her vagina were filled. Cindy tried to open her legs even wider for him, wanting to give him as much room as he needed to bury himself all the way inside her wanting cunt.
"Oh, shit, Herb, get it up there. Deeper! Deeper! Shit, give me all you've got. I love your prick. It's so big."
A couple of strokes later, Herb was buried all the way inside her. Cindy gasped for breath as her cunt became accustomed to the load that was filling it.
"Shit, what a pecker," she groaned, thrusting her pelvis up at him.
As he began slowly stroking in and out, Cindy threw her arms and legs around his back, holding him in a vise-like grip. Hungrily, she raised her face up, fastening her mouth to his. Lewdly her tongue snaked between his parted teeth, lapping wetly all around the inside of his mouth.
As their mouths played wild sexy games together, his cock was moving harder and faster in and out of the wet, slurpy depths of her vagina. As his loose sac of balls pounded against the cushiony cheeks of her ass, Cindy could feel a monstrous climax welling up deep inside her.
Violently, she slammed up against him with every one of his downstrokes.
"Oh, shit, harder, Herb. Fuck me hard! Ohhh, fuck, make me come-ohhh!"
His lust inflamed beyond reason, he slammed savagely into her, trying to break through to her stomach if that's what she wanted. Hot cunt juice bubbled out of her stuffed hole, soaking the shaft of his cock and then dribbling down onto his wildly flailing balls. Still it wasn't enough. She wanted more!
Sweat glistened on her body, soaking through the bed. .Through glazed eyes, she looked up at his face. Every nerve in her body was alive and on fire. Her nipples, now a deep, dark red, almost purple, felt as if they were going to burst. Her cunt felt like it was drowning in a sea of liquid. And all she wanted, was to come. That's what her life was all about.
Now her voice was gone. All that came out was a series of hoarse, rasping gasps and groans, as her agony of pleasure mounted. She was ready to erupt in a fiery explosion any moment!
Above her, Herb's face was strained as he continued his savage assault on her willing body. Now his rapid, pistoning movements stopped. His body quivered spasmodically atop hers. His cock throbbed relentlessly inside her vagina, as hot boiling sperm bubbled up from inside his balls, splattering wildly against her vaginal walls.
At the feel of his come, Cindy lost all control. Screaming shrilly, she erupted with the climax of her life. One explosion after another was set off inside her body. Her body was like a fish out of water, as it flailed spasmodically against the bed.
Hoarse grunts were tom from her throat, as her climax continued to build in force until she thought she would die from it. What a way to go, she later remembered thinking!
Gradually, the convulsions began to ebb, leaving her feeling spent and drained. Her cunt felt as if it had been ripped open. Would she ever be the same?
CHAPTER TWELVE
The following day, Cindy woke up around noon. As soon as her eyes opened, she hopped out of bed, and hurriedly washed and dressed. She had things to do.
"Well, you certainly look happy," Janie commented when Cindy walked into the kitchen. "I thought you would be sleeping until four, at least."
"No, not today," Cindy said, smiling. "Say, you want to go shopping with me today?"
"What are you going to get?"
"Groceries for one thing. Clothes for another. Why not come with me. I'll even pop for lunch."
"Well, you just made me an offer I can't refuse."
Happily, the two girls left the apartment and walked to the bus stop. "We'll stop off at a market on the way back. I want to buy three of the biggest, juiciest steaks for tonight, and some wine."
"Sounds like you just want to go all out."
"You bet. I've been living with nothing for a long time now. I've got a lot of catching up to do."
On the bus downtown, Cindy was singing all the way. She was infectious. People seeing her smiled. She smiled back, her heart beating happily inside her chest. It was a good day and she had Janie to thank.
Lunch came first. In the dining room at the Mark Hopkins Hotel, one of the best in the city, Cindy scanned over the menu and decided on the broiled lobster tail. Janie had the same.
When it finally arrived at their table, Cindy's mouth was watering. Eating slowly, she relished every bite. It had been a long, long time since she had eaten that good, and she knew that if things continued to go as they did last night, it would soon become routine. She couldn't believe how fast a person could grow up in the street. She certainly didn't feel sixteen.
Finally finished with her lunch, she pushed the plates away and called the waiter for the check. Taking twenty dollars out of her purse, she left it on the little plastic tray, with the check, and she and Janie walked out of the restaurant.
"Thanks for the lunch," Janie said.
"Listen, I could never repay you for what you did for me. Remember?"
"Yeah, but-"
"No buts about it. I got taken for everything I had in L.A.-four hundred dollars. When I came up here the same thing could have happened if it hadn't been for you and John."
"All right. You want to get some clothes now?"
"Yeah. Do you know any good places to get some real sexy things?"
"Sure, come on. We'll go to Fredericks."
"Fredericks?"
"Yeah, you know-of Hollywood. They've got some things even I wouldn't wear."
"Then that's where we'll go. I want to knock these guys right on their asses tonight."
