Norma Egan: Daddy_s slut girl

Cindy tried to imagine how it would feel to do what they were doing, and she could readily imagine how nice it would be to have her clit licked again by the expert Rosa. She imagined Star was just as good a pussy-eater. But wasn't it terribly wrong for two girls to have sex together?

Cindy didn't get to debate the question in her mind. She was soon distracted by Che, who was crawling over her to straddle her chest. He placed a knee on either side, of her shoulders and rested his butt lightly on her big cushiony tits. All the while he was careful not to let his cock slip from her mouth. He grinned down at her lustily, his face red with pleasure.

"Now really suck that meat, honey," he gasped, "as fast as you can. Make me come."

Cindy had no objection. She enjoyed sucking on Che's clean, salty cock. She gurgled with excitement and gave his erect drooling prick an extra hard tug with her lips, and Che moaned shrilly. She drew the hard throbbing cock all the way back to her throat, where the drooling tip fed her the delicious cream she sought. She sucked his cock swiftly, greedily.

"Aw, sheee-it, that's great," Che whimpered. "I love it… Just go on suckin' my dick, bring me off…"

When Che mounted her chest, he left no more room for Pigpen to play with her tits. Pigpen sat beside them, looking a little disappointed, but still eagerly scrutinizing the rest of Cindy's delicious young body, looking for a new place to play.

"Hey, man," he said mildly to Speed, "let me have a turn with her pussy."

"Uh-uh," said Speed, raising his cream-soaked face from Cindy's hot little snatch. "I got here first. I'm gonna ball her, then you can have a turn."

He'd hardly said it before Cindy felt his hard hot meat sliding into her juicy cunt. She moaned loudly and almost bit Che's cock in her sharp excitement. This was what she'd craved, what she'd been waiting for, the long hard presence of a cock in her ever-hungry little twat. She opened her legs as wide as she could for Speed's deep stiff thrusts, and her snatch creamed violently all around his jabbing meat.

"Whooeeee!" yelped Speed. "This little chick is ready!"

He humped happily in Cindy's wet little box, the tightest and hottest cunt he'd ever fucked. His deep-buried dick seemed seared by her heat, and as he probed in her gushing cunt, the noise was obscenely loud and slurpy. Speed sighed and closed his eyes, intending to make this delicious fuck last and last.

Pigpen was still the odd man out. Cindy felt sorry for him, but there was little she could do. Both her mouth and her cunt were occupied by good hard jerking cocks. Later she'd do something nice for Pigpen, she decided.

But Pigpen seemed to be taking care of himself. He crawled over to a cupboard, took out a tube of something. Cindy saw it was a clear jelly which he began to rub on his prick, making it shiny and slick. Then he wormed his way under Cindy's body, supporting both her weight and Che's.

"Uuummpppfff!" Cindy exclaimed in a muffled gasp of terror.

She felt Pigpen's hard sharp cock butting against the tiny pucker of her asshole!

Cindy arched her body sharply upward, trying to avoid Pigpen's rigid probing dick. She couldn't cry out or explain her fright, for her mouth was stuffed full of Che's thick meat. She remembered all too well the incredible pain she'd felt when Little Willie of the motorcycle gang screwed her in the ass. She couldn't stand that kind of pain again.

"Hey, baby, hold still," Che gasped. "It's just startin' to feel really good."

In her contortions Cindy had almost let his cock slip from her mouth. Her wide blue eyes should have signaled her terror, but Che wasn't paying any attention to her expression. He leaned forward and thrust his cock right down her throat. Cindy struggled not to gag.

Meanwhile Speed, also nearly dislodged by her frantic movements, hunched forward and drove his rigid hot cock right to the end of her hole, lest his rod get bucked out of her deliciously tight creamy cunt. Cindy was pinned at both ends, and Pigpen finally managed to wedge the bloated burning head of his erect prick into the tight pucker of her brownie.

"Uummmmm!" Cindy exclaimed, trying to signal her fright.

Che didn't understand. He grinned and said, "Yeah, babe, I know my prick tastes good. Just keep on suckin' it hard…"

"It's my cock she's diggin'," laughed Speed. "She never got screwed so good, did you, baby?"

No, neither of them could understand that she was terrified. They had to be aware of Pigpen humping away beneath her. What did they think he was doing? Cindy moaned and writhed, but nothing stopped Pigpen from completing his stubborn penetration of her tight asshole. She felt the fat hard cock moving into her butt like a great hard turd, and she waited for the searing pain.

It didn't come. His cock was slick, unlike Willie's, and he was slow and gentle. He pushed his prick into her asshole very gradually, and Cindy felt no pain at all, only a delicious slow stuffing. She was amazed at how good it felt, just as good as Speed's thick penetration of her horny little cunt. She gurgled in her intense pleasure. Three cocks occupied her body now – one in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one in her ass – and she loved them all.

"Ahhhh, Christ," moaned Pigpen. It was the only sound he made. He fucked in the delicious tightness of her tiny asshole, too stunned with pleasure to make any noises.

Cindy began to come. She came again and again as the three stiff cocks kept fucking her. Vaguely she heard the noises of other orgasms – the shrill cries of Rosa and Star as they tongue-fucked each other into mutual bliss, Evita's guttural yelps as Pancho's stiff jabbing cock brought her off, and Pancho's low drawn-out moan of orgasm. Cindy paid no attention. Her body was bursting with a beautiful string of climaxes that radiated from her ass and cunt.

After a while she felt her partners coming. There was the steamy blast of Speed's jism in her cunt, then the blazing stream of Pigpen's sperm shooting right up her ass. Finally Che was shooting his load into her throat, and she greedily swallowed every drop of his cum.

Cindy didn't remember much after that. Exhausted from her travels and her vigorous triple-fuck, stoned on pot, she was in no condition to continue the orgy, and Evita put her to bed on one of the mats, tenderly covering her with plenty of blankets. Cindy had a vague notion that the party continued, but she was in a deep sleep.

When she woke late the next morning, she was alone in the room. She felt refreshed and very eager to see her mother. She decided not to wait for Pancho to drive her there. No doubt he and the others would be sleeping in very late, and Cindy wanted to leave now. It would be the very last leg of her journey.

The girls had donated jeans and shirt and poncho for her, and Cindy dressed quickly, too excited to hunt up anything for breakfast. She set out in the huge strange city, without a dime in her pocket and without any idea of what direction to take, but she was happy and confident. She was going to find her mother at last.

Cindy questioned passersby and cab drivers, hitched rides with carloads of teenagers, and shamelessly panhandled enough money for a few bus rides. By this combination of methods, she'd reached her mother's section of Los Angeles about the time the sun was going down. She still hadn't eaten, and her feet were killing her, but her spirits were still high.

She wasn't even very discouraged by the run-down dangerous-looking neighborhood where her mother lived, although she was surprised that Linda hadn't done better for herself. Half the shops were boarded up, and the houses were old wooden tenements with garbage decorating the streets and sidewalks in front. Mangy starving cats and dogs rooted in the trash, and drunk old men snoozed in the gutters. Why had Linda chosen this horrible place to live?