Chapter 3
"Now remember, bitch! One scream out of you and I'll stick this goddamned shiv into your gut! Understand?" Chico snarled down at the helpless Joni.
She lay on the hard floor of the old VW bus, her hands and feet tied tightly again. Her whole body ached from the continuing torture they were subjecting her to and this was just another indignity.
She nodded.
"Good! Bob'll be back from the band in a minute and we'll be on our way up the coast. As soon as we're outta town I'll untie you, okay?"
"I wish you'd do it now," Joni pleaded. "These cords are cutting off the circulation to my arms and legs. I won't try and escape, I promise you!"
Even as she spoke she knew her words were wasted on the unsympathetic Chico. He only smiled in answer, fondling her thigh and licking his lips obscenely as if recalling the delicious taste of her cunt juices.
"Bob would kick my ass if I untied you," he said at last, his fingers digging painfully into her tender flesh. "You know what a temper he has! .Shit, I seen him half-kill a guy in Phoenix just for blowing his horn at us at a stoplight!"
As he continued to paw her, Joni thought back over the last few hours. After they had raped her again-almost tearing her genitals apart with their brutal fucking into her anus and vagina at the same time-they had made her dress in her oldest jeans and sweatshirt. Then, cautioning her to keep quiet and not try to escape, the three of them had taken the elevator to the back of the building and slipped out the service door. They waited by the trash bins until the coast was clear and then walked quickly to the VW bus which was parked near the front of the building. Chico had tied her up after she wrote out the check for them, while Bob drove erratically to the bank office.
Now, as they waited for him to come out with the money, she wondered how much longer her ordeal was to last. Despite their promises, she suspected bitterly that they would never let her go. She could certainly identify them to the police and they couldn't allow that. Her only hope seemed to be to wait for the right moment and then try to break away from them.
"Jesus, baby, you sure got one tight little ass-hole," Chico said to her, interrupting her thoughts. "Man, it felt like my cock was attached to a milking machine!"
Joni winced at the obscene words. Both of them seemed determined to break her emotionally as well as physically and they used all of the filthy words and phrases they knew in an attempt to degrade her.
"Please don't talk like that," she pleaded. "You got what you wanted from me ... why do you have to keep talking about it so much?"
"Don't give me that shit! You high-class cunts are just the same as every other broad in the world! You complain about guys like me and Bob, but when it comes right down to it, you love to be treated like a piece of shit! Man, I could curl your fucking hair with stories about some of the pigs we fucked coming out here! There was one cunt we met in a little diner in New Mexico ... real high-class ... like you! She was driving this Mercedes and she kept eyeing us across the counter, looking at us like we was dirt and she was smelling something bad ... you know the type! Well, she left before us and we met her about a mile down the road. She was sitting there waiting for us. She flagged us down and gave us both the best goddamned blow-job we'd ever had in our fucking lives. The cunt just couldn't get enough cock ... she was going crazy, sucking me and Bob. Then, we all drove off on a side-road and had a real orgy! We fucked her in the ass-hole ... in the mouth ... both at once ... every goddamned way you could imagine! She was screaming and begging for it like crazy! I still got the fucking marks on my back from her fingernails! After we was too tired to fuck anymore she got down on her knees and begged us to beat her with our belts! You dig? She wanted us to half-kill her and we sure obliged!" He paused, his eyes glazed with lust from the wildly exciting memories of the event. "Then, she sucked our cocks again and gave us all of her money and her address ... somewhere in Santa Barbara! She said drop in on her anytime we was in the neighborhood! She said she had lots of friends who loved to fuck as much as she did! What do you n think of that?"
Despite the revulsion she felt, Joni was almost mesmerized by the story. She wondered if he were telling the truth-it didn't seem possible to her that any woman in her right mind could want to be treated that way! And yet, Chico didn't seem to be making it up.
"I think it's horrible ... disgusting!" she said, fighting back the tears. "Even if it is true ... it only makes me want to throw up!"
"Yeah? Well, we'll see how you feel in a couple of days!"
He giggled insanely and then tensed as another car parked alongside the van. He crept to the front window and watched an elderly man get out of the car and go toward the bank. Then, breathing a sigh of relief, he came back to Joni.
"You know something, baby? When I was eating your cunt you were really enjoying it, weren't you?"
Joni shook her head violently, ashamed of the truth.
"No! I wasn't ... I wasn't!" she said, blushing furiously.
"Don't give me that shit! You was about to cream your pussy, baby, don't you think I can tell? I'll bet your husband don't eat your cunt, does he?"
"Jack would never do a filthy thing like that!" she hissed up at him, struggling to sit up. "He's kind and gentle ... he would never hurt me! He isn't like Bob Parker says he is ... he isn't!"
She was interrupted by the sound of the VW door opening and Bob's voice.
"Hey, man," he said to Chico, "we're all set. Look ... I got the fucking bread!"
He grinned happily, waving a wad of bills in front of him as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Almost seven hundred bucks! Man, this is going to take us a long way!"
"Groovy! Come on, man, let's get this fucking circus on the road!" Chico replied, climbing into the other seat in front and urging Bob to get started. "Hey, let's stop at the first liquor store and stock up on some booze, okay?"
Joni felt her bruised body bouncing as Bob started the old van and maneuvered it out of the bank parking lot onto Sunset Boulevard. He waited for traffic to clear and then headed toward the ocean.
"Check that map, Chico," he said. "See if we can get to highway one-oh-one from this street. I wanna go through Malibu and see all the good looking snatch!"
Chico unfolded a worn map and puzzled over the unfamiliar streets. Then, with his grimy finger, he traced the route to the ocean highway.
"Yeah, this takes us right down to the Pacific. You make a right turn and away we go! Don't forget about that booze, though!"
"Don't worry, old buddy, we got enough fucking dough to buy out a whole liquor store!" He turned and looked over his shoulder at Joni. "How you doing, baby?"
"Please untie me now," she shouted, trying to be heard over the loud noice of the old engine. "Please, uuunnngghh, oh..." she was rolling about uncontrollably, from side to side, hitting the crumpled sleeping bags and debris in the back of the van.
"Sure, why not!" he answered. "Chico, cut her loose."
Chico scrambled into the back and took a long knife from his jeans pocket and cut the cord quickly. Joni sat up and massaged her arms and legs to restore the circulation. Then, as Chico eyed her luscious curves, a lewd smile played across his lips and he tried to push her back down onto the hard floor of the van.
"How about a little fucking, honey?" he murmured obscenely, pressing his brutal hands into her struggling hips. "Come on, cunt, I know you want it ... come on!"
"STOP IT!" Joni screamed, trying to roll away.
The unexpected scream almost caused Bob to loose control of the van and he cursed under his breath as he tried to bring the wheel around.
"Goddamnit, Chico, can't you wait until we get outta town at least?"
"Fuck it," Chico said, pulling away from her and going back to his seat. He shot the trembling girl a cold, angry look as he patted the swollen lump of cock-flesh at his groin. "Okay, I'll wait until later, but, by God, she's going to get the fucking of her life. I was just telling her about that cunt we met in New Mexico ... remember? The bitch in the Mercedes that about fucked us to death? I just about blew my nuts just thinking about that wild pussy! Hey, old buddy, what'dya say we stop by and see the old bitch? Santa Barbara ain't too far ... it's right on the coast highway! How about it?"
"Sure, why not ... man, that old cunt could sure fuck, couldn't she? I'll bet she'd love to see us again!"
The brutalized young wife half-listened to their obscene conversation as they drove along Sunset Boulevard through Beverly Hills, Brentwood, and finally, Pacific Palisades.
Bob was unfamiliar with the winding hills and he drove recklessly, yelling out obscenities at drivers who refused to move out of his way.
Joni prayed silently that a policeman would stop them. She crouched by a small side-window, hoping to see a black and white cruiser. She knew how patiently the police patrolled this section of road. But she saw none. Once, at a stoplight at a busy intersection in Brentwood, she tried to signal the driver of the car pulled up alongside the van. The man looked over, a sour look on his face, then he wrinkled his face in disgust at the sight of the lovely young girl in the old van and pulled away when the light changed.
Soon they drove down the last sweep of Sunset Boulevard and were confronted with the broad panorama of the Pacific Ocean. Bob turned right and drove northward, marveling at the skimpily dressed young girls who lined the highway, heading toward the beaches. The passed the cluster of old frame beach-homes and small businesses that hung precariously to the ocean front and were dwarfed by the high palisades on the right.
'There's a liquor store!" Chico called out excitedly, pointing to a small shopping plaza. "Stop, old buddy, I wanta drink!"
Joni was thrown to the hard floor of the van as Bob Parker braked quickly and swung into the parking lot in front of the small store. He turned to watch her trying to disentangle her legs and arms from the sleeping bags as Chico jumped out of the van and stuck out his hand for money.
"Gimme about fifty bucks," he asked, impatient to quench the raging thirst in his throat.
Bob pulled the wad of bills from his pocket and found a twenty.
"That's plenty, old buddy, just get a couple of bottles and a case of beer. That'll keep us going for a while!"
Chico slammed the door petulantly and was gone. Bob turned his attention back to Joni, scowling darkly at her terror-stricken face.
"No tricks, bitch! I'll bust your ass if you scream or anything!" he warned her, his lustful eyes roaming up and down her succulent young body. "Don't forget our little bargain!"
She nodded dumbly and sat back on her haunches to await Chico's return.
He was back in a few moments, carrying a case of beer under one strong arm while he clutched at a paper sack with the other hand.
"Let's split," he said happily, pushing the beer into the back and pulling at the top of a cheap bottle of bourbon with anxious fingers. As Bob started up the van and backed out of the parking space, Chico was greedily gulping down the strong whiskey.
"Whew," he choked, pulling the bottle away from his lips at last, "just what the fucking doctor ordered! Hey, bitch, gimme a can of beer for a chaser!"
The dejected girl opened a can of beer from the case and handed it to him, hoping that he would drink himself into a drunken stupor quickly so that he would be less of a threat to her.
Bob Parker refused the bottle and concentrated on the heavily traveled highway, his eyes excitedly searching out the half-clad young girls who baked on the beaches in the hot California sun.
"Hey, how'd ya like to shove your cock into that?" he called out crudely as a blonde teenager in a string-bikini waved to them as they passed.
Soon they had passed the more populated stretches of Malibu and Joni saw a sign that told her they would be passing Zuma beach in a few moments. She wondered desperately if she could get them to stop there so that she could attract someone's attention.
Suddenly there was a screech of brakes and she was thrown forward, striking the back of Chico's seat heavily, groaning in agony as her legs scraped the metal floor.
The can of beer shot from Chico's hand and sprayed the windshield, but he clutched the bottle of bourbon with a death grip.
"Man, what the fuck are you trying to do, kill us all?" he screamed in complaint, feeling the cold beer soaking his dirty clothing.
There was a grinding of gears as Bob Parker shoved the transmission into reverse and backed up. Joni picked herself up and surveyed the ripped knees of her jeans and the little trickle of blood oozing from her right leg.
Bob slammed on the brakes again and grinned broadly as he leaned over his friend and rolled down the cracked side window.
"Hey, baby, wanna ride?"
A fresh-faced young girl stood by the side of the road, a backpack lying by her feet and a cardboard sign in her hands. It read "Big Sur" scrawled in an immature hand with a red crayon. The girl looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen and she was dressed in jeans, sandals, a thin t-shirt, and she carried a jacket under her arm.
"How about it, baby, we'll take you all the way!" Chico chorused, his avid eyes sweeping up and down the voluptuous girl's body and an obscene leer on his face.
The girl shook her head, her eyes darting about as if she were looking for help. She was pretty, with long blonde hair that fell down around her shoulders in a thick mop.
"Aw, come on, kid, we ain't going to hurt you," Bob Parker called out. He could see the wariness in the girl's eyes and it excited him. Then, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, he turned to Joni. "Hey, get your ass up front!" he ordered in a low voice. "Come on, hurry it up!"
She went reluctantly forward, crouched down because of the low ceiling.
"What is it!" she whispered.
Bob ignored her, turning his attention back to the girl by the side of the road.
"It's okay, honey," he called out to the girl, "I got my old lady with me and she'll see you don't get hurt or nothing. Ain't that right, Joni?"
She wanted to scream out for the girl to run. Compassion welled up in her breast for the girl. Joni needed help badly, but there was nothing that she could do!
Suddenly Bob's steel-hard fingers were digging painfully into Joni's thigh, catching her in a vise-grip of agony.
"Tell her it's okay, bitch!" he whispered, trying to smile for the benefit of the young blonde. "Do it or I'll break your fucking legs!"
Trembling, Joni knew that he was capable of doing just that. The pain in her tender thigh was awful and she had to do what he asked.
"I-i-it's all right," she murmured to the girl, breathing a sigh of relief as the terrible fingers relaxed their death-grip on her thigh.
The girl looked relieved to see another female face and she reached down and picked up her backpack and walked toward the van, smiling now. Chico jumped out of the van and took it from her, tossing it in the back by Joni. He stepped aside as the young girl scrambled into the van and nodded at Joni.
"Hi," she said, settling herself.
"Hi," Joni replied, trying to signal the girl with her eyes. But the girl looked away.
In a moment they were roaring up the highway again.
"Hey, honey, how come you're hitching alone?" Chico asked, turning in his seat to face her. "Bad things happen to young girls, you know!" He winked lewdly and giggled, pulling at the bottle again.
"You're telling me!" she shot back. "Listen, buster, I been propositioned by half the dudes in California! What a bummer! You'd think I was the only cunt for a thousand miles!"
Shocked by the girl's words, Joni tried to get a closer look at the girl. From a distance the young blonde looked fresh and innocent. From only a few inches, Joni could see that there was a hardness about her that belied her years. It was fast becoming obvious that the girl needed less protection than Joni did!
"Well, well take care of you, baby," Bob guffawed.
"Oh yeh? Listen, man, when I put out it's because I want to fuck! You got that? Now how about a drink of your booze, handsome? You're not much of a host, are you?"
Chico was as startled by the crude words as Joni and he handed the bottle back to the girl and watched her drink deeply. After a moment she handed it back to him and turned to Joni.
"You screwing both these studs, honey?" she asked in a voice so natural that she could just as well have been inquiring about the weather. She smiled slyly at the look of shock on Joni's face and the trembling of her hands. "Hey, honey, what have these dudes been up to? You hitch-hiking too?"
Joni shook her head.
"N-n-no..." she murmured, ashamed and embarrassed.
The girl reached over and patted her thigh warmly-too warmly! The nimble young fingers massaged and caressed her jean-covered flesh gently as the girl's bright green eyes swept up over the luscious wife's swollen breasts and long lovely legs.
"You in trouble, honey?" she whispered, trying to pitch her voice low so that the youth? in the front could not hear her. There was a hint of deep experience in the girl's face and eyes-and of something else-something that Joni couldn't identify.
Joni was about to nod her head when she saw Bob staring at her through the rear-view mirror. She quickly shook her head instead, trying to smile.
"Everything's just fine," she said, "just fine...."
"Good, we're going to be friends I hope," the girl said, "My name's Cindy. What's yours."
"Joni Parker."
"Hey, what's going on back there?" Chico called out, turning around to face them. His eyes lit on the girl's fingers massaging Joni's thigh and he grinned lewdly. "I guess you two are getting to know one another, right?"
"Fuck you!" the girl said in a good-natured tone. "Are you afraid of a little competition?"
"Competition? I'll show you, you little bitch," Chico laughed, climbing over his seat and scrambling back toward them. like the girl, his voice was more amused than angry. "How about a head-job?"
"You want me to suck that little thing?" she giggled, pointing to the huge bulging mound of cockflesh beneath his dirty jeans. "That isn't hardly a mouthful! I'll bet you couldn't really satisfy a girl with that toy!"
Shocked beyond belief, Joni moved away as the girl leered up at the hulking youth, taunting him with her words. Then, as Chico moved toward her, Cindy reached up and began to fondle the swollen, lust-charged cock, feeling its throbbing hardness through the material of his jeans and cooing delightedly as she felt it harden even more.
"Mmmmmmnnnnn ... maybe you aren't so tiny after all," she said, her fingers unzipping his jeans and snaking into the widening fly to caress the swollen cock lovingly. "You going to make me pay for my trip now? Suck now ... fly later!"
Chico and Bob burst out laughing at the obscene joke as Joni cowered, trying to get as far away from the disgusting spectacle as she could in the cramped confines of the small van. She had prayed earnestly for help and she had gotten this nymphomaniac little teenager! God! she thought bitterly, does anybody in the whole world think about anything but sex?
The van was swerving wildly down the highway as Bob Parker tried to drive and watch the wanton couple through the rear-view mirror at the same time. His face was alight with obscene excitement and perspiration poured off his forehead.
"Jesus Christ, can I pick 'em or not?" he called out delightedly, smugly pleased at how perceptive he had been in stopping for the lovely hitch-hiker. "She's going to suck you, man, she's going to eat your cock!"
Frozen with the terrible obscenity of what was happening, Joni watched in amazement as the girl leaned back against her backpack and stretched out her body. She had her hand on Chico's gigantic cock, pulling it toward her ovaled mouth, mewling softly in anticipation.
Chico straddled her upper body, his legs on either side of her chest, a look of abandoned excitement on his pudgy face as he felt her milk his cock back and forth with expert strokes that were driving him out of his mind with lust. She pulled him toward her, flicking out her tiny tongue and running it around the huge purplish cockhead wantonly as he strained over her.
"Don't ... you can't!" Joni cried out, outraged by what she was seeing for the first time in her life. It didn't matter that she herself had been forced to suck Chico's penis-suck it until the scalding semen flowed into her mouth! That was different! She had no choice! This vulgar teenager was willingly drawing the disgusting mound of erect male cock toward her hungry mouth-preparing to slaver over the glistening rod of flesh! It was too horrible for words.
Hearing Joni cry out, the girl looked over at her and winked broadly, a smug smile on her young face.
"Don't worry about me, honey," she said. "I've sucked more cocks than I can count! I've been eating pricks since I was ten or eleven! You just relax and watch a master at work, honey!"
Her eyes glistening with lust, the girl pulled Chico closer, one hand wrapped around his heated prick while the other went up to close around her buttocks so that she could control the intensity of the expected mouth-fucking strokes.
"How about it, stud?" she asked him. "You going to fuck my mouth or not?"
"Jesus yes!" Chico gasped, lurching forward and plunging his pulsating prick between the girl's scarlet lips. He groaned as the wet, moist cavern closed around the tip of his huge cock and her tongue began to wrap around it, sending flashes of rapture through his meaty body. "Oh, man, suck it ... suck it!"
Slurping sounds filled the van as the girl began to suck voraciously on the powerfully thrusting cock. Her hands were busily pulling him in and out of her greedy mouth as she moaned and mewled wildly at each delicious inch of cock that flashed in and out of her warm cavity.
Cindy loved to suck cock and she worked expertly to bring the heavy-set youth to orgasm. Her tongue was wildly sucking at the tremendous staff of his prick-searching out every fold of warm flesh and running insanely over his engorged cockhead eagerly-her scalding saliva moistening and lubricating the pistoning cock.
Joni watched, fascinated and horrified, as the girl's lips contracted around the huge pole when Chico surged forward, then relaxed as he drew the glistening rod out again until just the tip remained inside her mouth. He groaned with each forward thrust, his buttocks tensing for the expected sensation of her wild tongue bringing him such rapture.
"Jesus, that's good ... eat me, you little cunt ... suck it ... oh, man, I can't stand it ... I'm going to come ... I'm going to come!"
Fearing that it would be over too quickly, Cindy relaxed the pressure of her tongue and hand. Her head was bobbing slower now, twisting and turning seductively as she sucked the life-giving juices up from the swollen balls that banged into her chin with each powerful thrust of his hips.
So intensely charged with sex was the atmosphere in the back of the van that none of the three noticed that Bob had pulled the VW to the side of the road and was leaning over his seat, his eyes blazing with erotic desire as they watched the lewd spectacle on the floor.
Joni could smell the pungent odor of perspiring bodies, mixed with a strange aroma she knew was purely sexual. She couldn't believe this was happening-that someone would willingly--eagerly take a cock into her mouth and suck on it like a delicious morsel of food! She felt her stomach churning and she wanted to be sick-to spew out her stomach contents on the obscene pair.
"Suck him, bitch!" Bob called out from the front. "Man, eat it ... eat his cock off ... he's going to come! Milk him dry!"
For one terrible moment Joni was afraid that he would be so overcome by the erotic excitement of the moment that he would climb into the back and want her to duplicate what Cindy was doing with Chico. She tried to make her body as small as possible, praying he wouldn't notice her.
She had no reason to fear. Bob Parker was too swept up in watching the girl suck his friend's cock. This's is better than a fucking porno movie! he thought excitedly, watching Chico's prick disappear into the hungrily sucking mouth again and again. He could see the girl's slender hands on Chico's buttocks, urging him farther into her.
Joni was shaking violently from the lust-charged sight and she tried to close her eyes to blot out the obscene couple on the floor. But, try as she might, she couldn't keep them closed. It was as if she were hypnotized by the gruesome spectacle of the gigantic cock disappearing into the girl's mouth, only to reappear a moment later, glistening with Cindy's saliva. The scarlet lips and wetly contracting mouth were devouring the huge pole of flesh, and Joni had to watch-no matter how disgusted she was by the sight!
Suddenly, Chico's body tensed and he growled.
"Oh ... sweet Jesus ... here it comes ... HERE IT COMES!"
Cindy's cheeks were bulging as the hot sperm flooded into her mouth. She struggled to swallow it but little strings of sticky liquid oozed out of the corners of her mouth and she brought her hand off Chico's cock and smoothed her cheek with the heated sperm, rubbing it sensually into her warm flesh as if it were an expensive lotion.
Gradually, Chico felt the last of his impatiently churning come draining from the softening rod, and he slowly withdrew his gleaming shaft from her heated, velvety-soft mouth.
Cindy looked up at him, licking the last heady drop of his semen from her lips.
"How was that, handsome?" she murmured.
"Jesus Christ, baby, that was far-fucking-out!" Chico moaned as he threaded his cock back into his jeans and pulled up the zipper. "You really get turned on, don't you?"
"You haven't seen me turned on yet, lover," Cindy laughed, staring up at Bob Parker. "Hey, you want some too?"
Bob colored slightly, ashamed to admit that his own scalding sperm had shot out uselessly against his groin as he had watched them cavort so wildly.
"No ... not yet, baby," he replied, turning around and starting the van. "But don't get the idea that I'm not going to get my share!"
Chico opened beers for himself and Cindy and drank his quickly, wiping the back of his hand on his mouth and grinning smugly. He felt good--really great! For the first time in months they had everything they needed-two sweet little cunts to toy with-a pocketful of money, and best of all, all the booze he wanted!
Still grinning, he flopped down onto the floor beside Cindy and, cradling his head in her lap, he fell into a deep and satisfying sleep.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnn..." Cindy moaned, running her fingers over his tousled head, " ... this dude sure knows how to please a girl, doesn't he?"
She looked over at Joni and saw that the young wife was shaking with emotion.
"How could you do it? How could you?" Joni whispered incredulously. "It's so dirty and revolting! He's nothing but an animal!"
"Cool off, honey," Cindy replied quietly. "I know what he is ... believe me, I know! But when you're on the road like I am it doesn't make a hell of a lot of difference what you have to do to survive. Take these two for example, they're just what you said ... animals! A couple of real beauties too! But let me tell you something, honey. Do you think the straights are any better? The old guys in their expensive cars with a wife and a pack of respectable kids at home? Shit!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I learned a long time ago that your friends are tame compared to some of the freaks I've met ... and I mean the straight ones! One of the first rides I got when I started on the road was with a judge ... an old guy about sixty. I was fifteen at the time and this old bastard drove me from Illinois to Wyoming."
"But, what's wrong with that?" Joni asked, puzzled.
"I'll tell you what's wrong with that!" Cindy said heatedly. "The old fucker tied me up every night and beat the shit out of me with a whip! He'd be jacking off all the time and no matter how much I yelled or screamed he wouldn't quit! Then, he made me get underneath him and he'd piss all over me! Get the picture? Mr. Straight ... pillar of the community! Fuck! The guy had me so black and blue when we finally got to Cheyenne that I looked like a spade!"
"But ... but, why didn't you go to the police? I'm sure they would have arrested him or something!" Joni asked, feeling terribly sympathetic toward the girl.
"I did! And what do you suppose those fucking creeps did to me?" Her voice was rising as she angrily recalled the incident. "Well, for starters they slapped the shit out of me for 'defaming and honest citizen!' Then, they kept me in the lock-up for four or five days ... all of them taking turns fucking me! Oh, don't look so shocked, honey, there's more!"
"I can't believe it!"
"Who gives a fuck what you believe! I'm telling you the truth! When those goddamned cops got tired of me they passed me on to the local veteran's club. Those patriots were having a stag party and they couldn't get a hooker in from Vegas so they had to make do with me. Well, baby, I sucked cock for about six hours straight! Businessmen, lawyers, storekeepers ... the whole fucking club had me! So, please, honey, don't tell me about animals!"
Overwhelmed with depression, Joni could only shake her head and let the tears roll down her cheeks. She was learning about things she never thought possible-horrible, awful things that negated everything she had ever learned about people. God, she said silently to herself, it can't be that the whole world is so rotten!
Cindy opened another beer for herself and eased out from under Chico's sleeping body. She took a sip of the cold beer and her face broke out unexpectedly into a smile that made her look young again.
"Hey, honey, I didn't mean to put you on a downer with my tales of woe! Don't you worry, little Cindy will take care of you. I don't know what the hell is going on but I'll look after you, honey!"
She crawled up to the seat vacated by Chico before Joni could answer her.
"Where are we headed, handsome?" she asked Bob, smiling seductively at him.
"Who knows," he replied, taking the can of beer from her and swigging it. "You got something in mind?"
Cindy reached over and patted his damp thigh, noting the sticky sperm that he had spilled watching she and Chico mouth-fuck.
"I don't know," she replied. "Where are we at?"
Bob scratched his head and tried to remember the last sign he had seen. "I think we're a few miles south of a place called Point Mugu ... something like that!"
"Perfect, lover, because I know a little shack back in the mountains that you're gonna love. A dude took me up there the last time I went to Big Sur. We can get some groceries and stuff in Ox-nard and be there in less than an hour."
"Baby, you just lead the way," Bob said happily, reaching over and snaking his hand between her warmly quivering thighs. "I wouldn't miss this for the world!"