Six beautiful girls and four men shared an old house on the outskirts of town. During the day, they tried to raise a few crops in the small yard in back of the house. But every night, without fail, the townsfolk had heard, they drowned themselves in flesh.
The girls, Linda, Cindy, Joy, Sandy, Chris and Doris, worked their men hard. After a hard day in the field, the four men, Larry, Steve, Bill and George, had to satisfy six hungry girls. The girls never seemed to be satisfied, sometimes keeping the men up till dawn as they moved from corner to corner in an endless circle of sex.
The men compared those nights to a bottomless pit: once they fell in they couldn't stop until sleep came over them. The girls, none of whom were over twenty, sometimes awoke from the long night so unsatisfied that they had to comfort each other as the men worked outdoors.
Many of the neighbors had heard of the goings on at "Cunt Shack," as the men of the town called it, and while the minister condemned the commune every Sunday from his pulpit, it was unknown for a few of the townsmen to sneak up to the house in the hills during the day and take care of the girls while the commune's men took care of the fields.
No one seemed to mind this foreign aid from the townsmen, least of all, the girls. On good days, the girls were as busy during the day as they were at night. The townsmen's wives knew about their husbands' adventures, but they never said anything about it because that might mean that the commune men could no longer visit them on those long, lonely afternoon when their husbands were busy with the commune girls.
So the town lived. On Sunday, the townspeople went to church, where they prayed to be saved from sin. But the rest of the week, the townspeople had some sin in the hills. And every day, from Sunday to Sunday, the youngsters in the commune gave each other everything, until they could give no more.
CHAPTER ONE
She was small and dark. But everything was just right on her. She couldn't have been much older than seventeen, but she was already a woman and it was exciting to imagine what she would look like when she had matured.
Her name was Joy and she lived with five other girls and four men in a commune just outside of town in the rolling foothills. Harry Wilson, in whose store she was now standing had heard plenty of stories of what happened in that commune. In fact, he had gone up there himself on a few occasions and had found that the stories were true-every word of them was true.
Harry examined Joy carefully as she reached for a can of soup on the top shelf. She was wearing an old dress obviously designed for a little girl. It was far too tight at the waist and had burst just over her bellybutton, revealing the flesh of her tanned stomach and a few pubic hairs at the beginning of her crotch.
Her breasts, which seemed to grow larger each day, were straining the material of the dress to the point where, each day she came into his store, Harry prayed that today would be the day it would finally burst and she would stand before him naked. Each day the outline of her breasts pressing against the material became more distinct until he could see a beauty mark just below her left nipple pressing against the work cloth.
From the slit over her bellybutton, he could see that she wore no underwear and, that day, as she reached for the soup can above her head, the skirt of her dress rode high above her tanned legs. In fact, the dress, which usually just covered her ass when she was standing still, rose above its usual border to reveal her full ass.
Harry stood there quietly admiring it. It was big and fleshy. In fact, it looked like two of the biggest tits he had ever seen. But they were more beautiful. They didn't sag like big tits do.
Her two cheeks stood up proudly, bouncing gently as she jumped a little to reach the can. Harry stood transfixed as her fleshy can bobbed before his hungry eyes.
He wished that he could somehow become the can of tomato juice that her cunt was pressed against as she strained for the can on the top shelf. He could imagine her dark pubic hair pressed against him and rubbing him as she moved up and down, making little jumps to reach the top shelf.
Suddenly his dreams were interrupted by the sound of her voice.
"Oh, Mr. Wilson, would you be a sweetheart and get me that can of chicken soup on the top shelf," she asked him sweetly.
Harry slowly came to life. First, he stopped starting, then he smiled and said, "Why, sure, child, I'd be happy to."
She smiled at him so sweetly that he could have grabbed her cunt right then if he hadn't had such magnificent control over himself.
As he reached the shelf, she stepped slightly to the side to allow him to reach the can. As he reached up, he could feel her and breathe the simple perfume of her body. By now, he was avoiding facing her directly because of the embarrassment he would feel if she should see the strained material of his fly.
As soon as he had taken the can down, he quickly walked to the safety of the sales counter. Standing behind it, Joy could not see his prick straining to rip the material of his pants and bury itself deep in her cunt. Harry rang up the soup and waited for her to hand him the money for it.
She gave him a dollar bill and as he struggled to calm his fevered mind to figure out the change, he saw her looking at him. She knows, he thought. Why else would she be smiling at me like that. She must know! This excited him even more.
His hand was shaking as he reached over to hand her the change from her dollar. Then suddenly it was all over the floor, rolling to the farthest corners of his small store. He turned red with embarrassment, but she only laughed. He bent down quickly and began picking up the money. He didn't notice that she was also on the floor beside him trying to help him.
Suddenly he felt her body pressed against his and he almost passed out. Her body was so young, so firm, not at all like that of his wife. Mrs. Wilson, although by no means an old woman, had let marriage make her soft and flabby.
Not that Harry minded his wife's body, it was just that this young body excited him more than his wife had in many years. Suddenly, before he knew what he was doing, he had thrown his arm around Joy's slender waist and drawn her to him. Rather than the screams of protest he had expected, she giggled and drew herself underneath him, her arm tightly holding his neck.
"Oh, Mr. Wilson," she moaned, as her body clung to his.
Thinking quickly, Harry stood up, holding her in his arms and carried her into the stock room in back of his store. As he carried her, her arms encircled his neck and he could feel her soft ass pressed against his arm. He walked faster, almost running, to get to the room before he lost all his strength in a burst of ecstasy.
Finally, they were there. He softly lowered her to the ground behind several large cartons. She was breathing heavily now, almost as heavily as he was. He had to practically force her away so that he could take her clothes off. Actually, there wasn't much to take off. All she was wearing was the thin dress.
As soon as the dress was ripped from her squirming body he paused for a fraction of a second to survey the territory he was about to enter.
She was even more beautiful now than he had ever seen her before. Her long, black hair was waving around her face, almost like a sculptured frame around a beautiful picture. Although she wore no make-up, her big black eyes couldn't have stood out from her face more clearly. Her lips were bright red and moistened by a pink tongue that seemed to be drawing a circle around her mouth.
Her boobs were just the way he had imagined them as he had seen them pressed against her dress. As she rubbed her back against the floor now, her tits swayed gently, rolling from side to side. They weren't gigantic, but they were big and firm, like jello in a plastic bag.
Even though her skin had been deeply browned by nude sunbathing, her nipples stood out like two enormous black eyes. They had already grown pointed and firm, so that as he touched them with the palm of his hand, they almost seemed to scratch him. As he massaged them, Joy moaned in ecstasy. Her back began to rub the floor the way a cat rubs against her master's leg.
Her cunt was just the way he had imagined it. A triangle of soft down pointed to the slit between her legs. The hair had not fully grown in as she was only seventeen years old, but it looked like something Harry couldn't wait to get into his hungry mouth.
Her cunt had already grown moist in anticipation of the entrance of his cock. He could see the two giant lips, covered with a saliva-like liquid and opening and closing rhythmically, looking just like her own panting, parted mouth.
Her legs were bent at the knee so that her feet could rest flat on the floor to give her the strength to raise and lower her pelvis and tilt it forward, waiting anxiously for the entry of Harry's cock.
Tearing himself away from her, Harry began to undress himself. As she struggled to release his belt, he tore open his shirt and ripped off his undershirt. She had his belt open and was struggling frantically with his fly. She seemed as desperate as he was to let his throbbing cock free.
Pushing her hands away, he undid the button and pulled down the zipper. With one deft motion, he pulled his pants and shorts down. He almost had trouble getting his underpants over his long prick, but his years of practice avoided the mishap.
He could have just pulled his pants down and fucked her, but Harry wanted to feel her hot, naked young body against his hot old one. He wanted to feel her tits burning into his chest like two burning embers. He wanted to feel her smooth, soft stomach pressed tight and rubbing against his. He wanted to feel her desperate, clawing hands scratching his back.
Kicking off his pants, Harry stretched out his body so that he could press the full length of it against hers. He was lucky that he was not a very tall man, because as it was, by bending over a bit he could reach her lips while his prick was pressed firmly against her burning bush.
He wanted to lie there forever, her body pressed tightly against his. He could feel her smooth, fleshy legs wrapping themselves around his. Her whole body was grinding itself against his, grinding itself into his. Her stomach and tits massaged his stomach and chest as she waited anxiously for him to roll over on top of her.
Finally, he did. As he lay on top of her, he avoided letting his eager cock slip into her moist, writhing pussy. He wanted to enjoy the few seconds of anticipation just before the actual entry.
She, however, couldn't wait these few seconds. She maneuvered her pelvis in an effort to slip her throbbing twat onto his prick. Her struggle to find and capture his cock just served to excite them even more. Her twat juice was already wiped all over his groin and even on the lower part of his stomach.
Harry bent over and closed his mouth over hers. For a second neither of them could breathe. Their lips parted as Harry's, wet from her tongue, slipped down her face, leaving a trail of passion down to her neck. He traveled all over her throat, finally stopping briefly to suck on her ear lobe.
Joy was going out of her mind with desire. Her hands frantically scratched Harry's back in an effort to persuade him that she was ready and eager. She pressed her box so hard against his groin that she thought she would break his cock. In desperation, she brought one hand down from his back and pulled her body away from his so that she could slip her hand between them.
Harry felt her hand search for his prick and decided to let her find it. Soon she did. He felt her small hand circling around his hard cock and squeezing it. He moaned as he felt the pressure of her hand.
His prick was just below her bellybutton when she grabbed it, so she had to pull it down to get it into her fiery hole. Although it hurt a little when she pulled it, it excited him so much that he almost came. He held himself back, waiting to come until he was deep inside her.
Finally, he consented and slid down her body so that the head of his prick just touched the lips of her twat. Her hand still held him, so he could not thrust into her until she moved her hand away. Realizing this, she guided his prick until the head was just barely inside her. Then, with a gasp, she took her hand away and put it on his back.
Harry, slowly moved forward, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her hole. She moaned loudly and pushed herself down, impaling herself on his lance. As she began to thrust her body against his in waves of passion, her breath came in short gasps, hot against his cheek.
Their two bodies were now molded together into one. Harry held her tightly in his arms as she wrapped hers around him. Their two bodies rocked together as each grew more desperate, more frantic.
Joy's ass rose high off the ground as her pussy rushed up to meet Harry's groin. Their pubic hair intertwined as they rubbed against each other in rising waves of desire. Harry could hear his prick thrusting in and out of her wet cunt. He could hear her cunt juice slurp as his prick moved against her. He could feel the hot moisture of her juice burning into his groin as it overflowed and dripped onto his crotch.
He could also hear her ass as it slapped the hard wood floor. Both of them had lost all conscious control of their movement and they were moving by instinct alone, banging their bodies against one another in a prelude to ecstasy. As the movements became quicker and harder, their breath came shorter and faster. The faster they rocketed against one another, the faster their breath came.
As they rose and fell against one another, the sound of their bodies slamming against each other and their breath coming in time with the rising and falling of their bodies, began to sound more and more like a steam engine working its way up to full speed.
Finally, Harry could feel it: he was going to come. There was no stopping it now, he had reached the point of no return. His breathing became labored, he had a funny tingling feeling all over his body, he began to feel very light, like he was drifting high into the air. He felt as if his body were leaving the floor of his store and floating on a warm ocean somewhere, rocking on the waves of the ocean, rising and falling rhythmically.
Joy, he could see, was feeling the same way. Her eyes closed, her lips moist and slightly parted, she was breathing heavily and in the same rhythm as Harry. Their bodies had reached a perfect rhythm, they were both on exactly the same beat and neither missed a note.
Then they came. At exactly the same moment, a small cry escaped from Joy's lips and Harry gasped for air.. Joy's legs wrapped around Harry's and rose up until her crossed feet were on Harry's ass. Her legs softly pushed Harry in time to the rhythm that their groins had set.
Harry went blank as he felt wave after wave of sheer pleasure take over and rock his body. He was no longer shoving his prick hard and deeply into Joy's juicy pussy, but now loosing individual strokes deep into her.
Harry was banging his prick into Joy's throbbing wet cunt as hard as he could. He felt only his own pleasure and almost forgot that she was barely over childhood. He felt, as he rammed her with all his strength, that he would break her cunt open. But the harder he slammed against her, the more she seemed to like it and want it.
"Oh, Harry, Harry, Harry, oh," she moaned. She had gasped it all in one breath.
Harry was just gritting his teeth, with his eyes firmly closed and hanging on for dear life. He felt almost as if he would fall from the clouds if he let go of her.
This lasted for what seemed like an eternity, but had in fact only been a few minutes. They finally began to relax, their bodies still pressed tightly together. For several minutes, for many minutes they clung to each other, neither daring to move. Harry began to find a liquid on the inside of his thighs running down his legs. Joy felt it too. Realizing it was her own and Harry's come she pulled herself gently away from Harry.
First kissing him with all the strength she had left, she began to move her lips down his body. Gently rolling Harry onto his back, she sat between his legs, and kissed his neck and chest and stomach. Finally, she came to his crotch. She tenderly kissed his prick and held his balls in her hands. Then she kissed his balls and crotch.
He was covered with come, but it seemed that that was what Joy had been looking for. Her come had mixed with his and she began to lick it off his groin.
By the time she had licked it all off his hair, Harry felt her hot saliva burning into him. His prick, which had hardly had a chance to grow soft, was beginning to harden again. As she licked his balls, which, he thought, had just emptied their load into her hot pussy, his cock reached its full height and the skin around his balls began to grow tight again.
As her small hand gently held his prick so that she could lick their come off it, Harry's body began to grow hot with desire again. His ass began to squirm as he tried to screw himself into the floor.
Joy put Harry's prick into her mouth and began to suck on it. Harry raised his pelvis to push it further into her mouth. Her mouth felt as good as her pussy. It was hot and wet and he could feel her tongue caressing the tip of his prick as she sucked on it.
Joy shifted her hands to Harry's ass and began to pull him deeper into her mouth. She pulled him in and sucked on his burning cock as he strained to get it all into her wet mouth. Then Harry began to rise and fall, pulling his prick almost all the way out of her mouth, then shoving it back in.
She responded by moving her head up and down, sliding her lips up and down his wet cock. Her head bobbed up and down as she first pulled him deeply into her mouth then let him out until her lips were caressing the head of his prick.
Suddenly, Harry began to move faster, drawing himself in and out of her mouth as fast as he could. Joy began nodding faster, moving her head up and down in time with his pelvis. Harry grabbed her head in both of his hands and held her tightly as she moved over him.
They moved together faster and harder. Harry strained to get into and out of her mouth as fast as possible. Joy nodded ever faster, bobbing so fast that she became dizzy.
With a loud gasp and a muffled scream, Harry shot his wad into her waiting mouth. He came in gigantic bursts, grunting each time he shot another load into her wet mouth. As he came, Joy sucked harder, drinking his come as if it were a golden nectar. Her head moved in perfect rhythm, meeting each of his thrusts with just the right force and speed.
Harry squirmed in ecstasy as he came into Joy's mouth. The two of them writhed on the floor hidden behind the cartons. Harry held onto her head as if it were a safety strap connecting him with the world.
Finally, his wad was spent. He lay back against the floor in delirium. He hardly knew where he was or even who he was. All he knew was that he had never felt this good before.
The two of them lay there quietly for a while, each of them floating on a cloud of ecstasy. Suddenly Harry heard someone entering his shop. He bounded to his feet, shouting.
In a flash he had pulled on his trousers and shirt, ignoring his underwear in the emergency. Quickly straightening his hair, he walked into his store. Fortunately, it was only Steve Jones, the druggist's small son. Harry was able to quickly take care of the youngster and hurry back into the stock room.
Joy had managed to clean herself off and squeeze back into the raggedy dress she had worn into the store. Harry stood silently for a moment running his eyes over her perfect body and thinking with satisfaction that the afternoon couldn't have turned out any better.
Harry also was silent because he didn't know what to say. Finally, Joy broke the silence.
"Mr. Wilson, I want to thank you for a wonderful afternoon. I can't remember when
I've had as nice a time," she said sweetly to Harry's amazement.
"Joy, sweetheart, anytime you'd like to come back you be sure to come right along, y'hear?" he said.
"I thank you and I certainly will," she answered. Picking up her can of soup, she walked out of the store.
The commune she lived in was about a mile and a half outside of town. It was a nice afternoon and she enjoyed the walk home. It went very quickly because in her mind she went over every detail of her afternoon with Harry.
When she reached the commune it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. The four men were out in the fields taking care of their crops and the five other girls were cleaning the house and preparing dinner.
Joy found Linda and Cindy in the kitchen working on dinner and Sandy, Chris and Doris cleaning the house. Linda was probably the most beautiful girl in the house even though all six girls were very pretty. Linda was very tall with long blonde hair and a perfect face and body.
She had very fair skin because she spent very little time in the sun, unlike the other girls. She claimed that her skin was very tender and could not stand the harsh rays of the sun. None of the men seemed to mind that she had tender, cream-like skin. In fact, although the other girls didn't like to admit it, she was one of the men's favorites and they would sometimes choose among themselves to see who would sleep with her first.
Cindy was almost like the negative of Linda. She was also tall and beautiful, but she was dark with black hair. Unlike Linda, she spent almost all of her free time in the sun, time when she wasn't balling someone.
Sandy, Chris and Doris were inseparable. They liked the same things and looked very much alike. Often during the night when the four men were occupied, the two unattended girls would get together and comfort each other. The house, after all, was a commune and all ten people had to share what was available.
When Joy entered the house, she called all the girls together and, as was customary when one of the girls had an adventure in town, she shared it with the others.
The other girls listened appreciatively, then drew straws to see who would do the shopping the next day. Doris won.
It was soon sunset and the girls prepared for the return of their men. Dinner was laid on the table and the girls undressed and waited eagerly for the men.
The men arrived, they washed and ate, and without further ado, settled down for the night. Larry had drawn Linda that night and he was the first to announce that he was ready to turn in.
The sleeping area in the commune was upstairs. Several walls had been torn down to make two large bedrooms. There were several smaller rooms, but they were used only by special visitors who were still inhibited. Usually this meant a townsman who had wandered up to see if the stories about "Cunt Shack" were true.
Larry and Linda climbed the steps hand in hand. The two of them were something of secret favorites with each other. Larry was the best-looking of the men and Linda was the most beautiful of the girls.
As they reached one of the bedrooms, they headed for their favorite corner. It was the farthest from the door and near the only window in the room. Two mattresses were on the floor with a few pillows scattered around.
Linda lowered herself onto one of the mattresses. Both were already naked, so nothing stood in their way. For a while they just lay together, each on their side. Larry reached over to Linda and put his hand beneath her hair and found the back of her neck. He softly caressed it. Linda squeezed Larry's arms gently.
Suddenly, Larry drew Linda toward him. He pressed his body against hers and wrapped his arms around her. Linda folded her arms behind Larry's neck and began kissing his face and neck. Her lips were cool and moist against Larry's hot skin. He had had a hard day and was tired, so he let Linda do what she wanted to him.
Kissing him, Linda grew more excited. She pulled herself closer to Larry and held him tightly. His prick had grown long and hard and was pressed against her stomach. Linda began to inch down his body to reach his prick. Larry did little more than lie still.
As Linda reached lower and lower, Larry began to stir. He brought his hands to her head and brought her up till her lips met his. He pressed his mouth against hers, squeezing his tongue between her lips until he found her tongue. Hers felt soft and wet against his. For a few moments, they did nothing but roll their tongues over together. Larry's hands began to slip from Linda's head and they traveled down her body.
He squeezed her soft shoulders, kneading her flesh with his strong hands. He moved his hands down the front of Linda's body, waiting to find her tits. Soon his hands felt two mounds of flesh, hot and waiting eagerly for his touch. He squeezed the flesh, rubbing the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Linda moaned with delight.
Larry brought his head down to find the nipples his fingers had left. He placed his open mouth over one nipple while squeezing the other with the palm of his hand. Linda was beginning to gasp and her pelvis was swaying urgently against Larry.
Larry played with the nipple with his tongue. It had already grown hard in his mouth. He twisted his tongue over it, caressing it and teasing it. Then, he gently brought his teeth together and bit the nipple. Linda gasped each time his teeth squeezed the tender spot.
Opening his mouth further, Larry took as much of her tit in his mouth as he could. He sucked on the flesh and drew it out of his mouth. Then he repeated the whole treatment on her other nipple.
Linda squirmed against his body, rubbing and pressing her bushy twat against him. Larry finally left both tits and moved his head down to her stomach. As he moved down her body, he let his tongue leave a trail of moisture. Occasionally, he would blow on a moistened patch of flesh and Linda would feel chills go up her spine.
At last, he reached her pubic hair. He kissed the hair and matted it with his saliva. Linda was now bucking hard and Larry had to grasp her around the thighs and ass to hold on and stay with her. For what seemed like hours to Linda, he kissed around her hole but never actually touched it.
Linda was weak with desire and could do little more than moan. Her pelvis bounced on and off the mattress on its own. Her body was controlling itself and her mind was climbing the heights of ecstasy.
Pulling himself down further, Larry began to kiss the soft flesh on the inside of Linda's thighs. She locked her legs around Larry's head and he could only taste and smell the acrid scent of her twat juice. like an animal smelling the scents of a female, Larry grew excited. He held onto her thighs with all the strength he possessed.
He could taste her juice flowing even though his lips had still not touched the lips of her cunt. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, he plunged his mouth down over her hole. The lips of her pussy rushed up to meet his. He could feel them part, waiting for his tongue to enter.
He massaged her lips with his and drank in her juice. Linda's breathing turned from moans to short gasps. Her body was heaving with great bursts as she brought her pussy against Larry's face and squeezed her bush into his mouth. She was almost trying to take Larry's whole head into her frantic cunt.
Larry let his tongue slowly out of his mouth and rolled it around the lips of her slit. He rubbed her lips with his tongue as if he were trying to wash all her twat juice away.
Finally, he slipped his tongue deep into the crack. He explored inside her until he found her cherry. It was big, he knew. He stroked her clit as hard as he could. Linda responded by making wild animal sounds. She uttered small screams of delight and gasped for breath.
Linda's ass bounded up and down off the mattress in wild abandon. Larry held her thighs firmly in order to keep his mouth over her cunt. As Linda came, spurts of heavy juice burst into his mouth. He drank the juice and sucked on her pussy until it was all out.
Gradually, Linda grew still as the passion was drained out of her. Larry waited for her to lie quietly and release his head. After her knees jerked spasmodically for a few minutes, all was quiet as she lay still. Larry let his head rest on her bush as she ran her fingers through his hair.
He could smell the exciting juice matted in her pubic hair and he waited until she rested so that they could continue. He knew that she would be even more passionate in trying to satisfy him because he had let her come first.
Linda began to slide down until her head was level with Larry's. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. He felt her tongue enter his mouth searching for his. He lifted his to meet hers and the two tongues rubbed against each other like old friends.
Larry felt his tongue drawn into her mouth as she sucked and coaxed it in. Once his tongue filled her mouth, she began to suck on it. The slight tremors of pain shot shivers of pleasure through him.
After she coaxed him onto his back, Linda began to wet his lips and face with her tongue. When his mouth was bathed in her saliva, she slid her mouth through the moisture, rubbing her wet lips against his and covering his mouth with hers.
She gently lowered her body on his, squashing her heavy tits into his chest and rubbing her pubic hair against his. She began to rub her bush against his prick, feeling it grow and harden against her. As Larry began to breathe heavily beneath her, she grew more excited and her cunt juice began to flow onto his prick, even though it was not inside her.
As they pressed their bodies tightly together with Larry's prick between them, their groins began to move to an unheard rhythm. They moved their pelvises in an ever more frantic circle. Linda spread her legs so that her thighs were wrapped around Larry's. As her cunt opened wider, more of the liquid from her pussy began to leak out.
Both their groins grew moist and finally were drenched with Linda's juice. During one of the circular pelvic motions, Linda slid up on Larry's moist body and his prick popped up. In a quick motion, Linda brought herself down hard on it, impaling her cunt on his hard cock.
As Linda slid her pussy up and down on Larry's cock, he could feel a pulsating muscle in her twat. The muscle seemed to grab his prick almost like a hand. As Linda pushed her big, hairy cunt up and down over Larry's groin and both of them became so excited they had to tear their mouths apart so that they could breathe.
Larry held on tightly to Linda so that all her violent rocking would not throw her off him. Linda began to slide alternately slowly and quickly. First she would bounce quickly against him, then slowly and tantalizingly she would flick her ass at the end of each stroke.
She knew that Larry went wild when she did this. And he did.
He began to bounce uncontrollably against the mattress and slap her wet bush with his hard groin. He stopped moaning quietly to himself and began to utter short screams between his hard gasps for air.
Then all of a sudden they came. Larry first and Linda a split-second later. Larry heaved heavy thrusts into her waiting, eager cunt until he filled her hole with his cream. Linda came so hard that juice almost burst out of her hole, dripping onto Larry's groin. They continued rocking toward each other until neither had any more to give and both of their groins were thick with each other's come.
And with Larry buried deep inside Linda, their bodies slowly and gradually falling asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
So life continued at Cunt Shack. Hard work during the day and hard, but more pleasant, work at night. The girls took turns shopping at Harry Wilson's store until all of them had spent the afternoon with him. The men at the commune didn't seem to mind how the girls spent their days, as long as the girls weren't too tired to spend their nights helping the men recover from the hard work of the day.
The townsmen also seemed to be happy with the arrangement. They would visit the girls in the commune every once in a while and the girls would visit them in town every so often. Very rarely did the townsmen have anything to do with the commune men or the townswomen with the commune girls.
The town wives also had a happy arrangement with the commune. The four men would do odd jobs around town to pick up a little cash for things that had to be bought for the commune. Very often the odd jobs turned into something more than mending a fence or fixing a leaking faucet.
Betsy Fair, the town lawyer's wife, asked George, one of the men from the commune, to see if he could fix her washing machine. Late on Tuesday morning, George walked into town to make his house call on Mrs. Fair.
George, who was 23 years old and well-built, found Mrs. Fair alone at home. Her husband, she mentioned casually, would be busy all day in court. That meant, she giggled that the two of them would be alone all day. George smiled. A day alone with Mrs. Fair might prove very profitable, George thought.
Mrs. Fair was an average size woman with unaverage tits. George estimated that they must have given her a bust measurement well over 40 inches. She always seemed to have trouble buying blouses and dresses that would fit her. The blouse that she was wearing that morning was simple white with buttons down the front. Only the very top button had been left open, but that seemed a necessity to relieve the straining material.
She wore a modest skirt with the waist held in tightly by a broad belt. The material of her blouse was tucked into and pulled tight by the belt. The result was that her boobs looked so big that George could not believe that they were all real. The skin tight blouse clung to the curve of her back and the flatness of her stomach like a second skin. When the material came to the twin mountains on her chest, it almost exploded from the size.
George had seen plenty of old women with tits so big that they looked like beer bellies, however, Mrs. Fair's pair stood stiffly on their own. Their weight was supported by what must have been the strongest flesh on man or woman.
Below Mrs. Fair's cinched in waist, a matched set of hips flared out. They came so suddenly that George imagined that he could rest a can of beer on the top of either hip without spilling a drop.
Mrs. Fair had sturdy legs. When she was younger they must have been very muscular, but now they were just big, like the rest of her body. George could also see that the thighs must have been heavy with creamy white skin. Mrs. Fair had bright red hair and stark white skin. George wondered if her cunt also had red hair.
Mrs. Fair led George into the kitchen where he began to examine the washing machine.
Mrs. Fair suggested that she fix drinks for the two of them while George worked. Although he practically took the machine apart, George began to suspect that it had worked perfectly before he had even examined it, that nothing had been wrong with it and Mrs. Fair had just used that as an excuse to invite him to her house.
"There we are, Mrs. Fair, it's all fixed and ready to go," George said.
"George, dear, I can't thank you enough. How much do I owe you for that wonderful job you did," Betsy Fair asked.
"As much as you think it's worth, we don't have any set rates," George replied.
Mrs. Fair smiled at George and handed him a $20 bill. She than suggested that they go into the living room for a drink to celebrate the repair of the washing machine.
While George sat on the luxurious couch, Mrs. Fair fixed two drinks. She handed George his glass, then sat down on the sofa next to him. In fact, she sat down so close to him that she was more inside him than next to him.
George's arm had been draped over the back of the sofa and when Mrs. Fair sat down, he found her nestled in it. Not wishing to appear impolite, George didn't move his arm. After all, she seemed to be so comfortable and she was such a nice lady.
By the time they finished their first drink, Mrs. Fair had allowed her head to fall on George's shoulder. Although he knew that he could probably fuck her now with no great trouble, he decided to wait until she had thoroughly persuaded him that she was ready.
When she returned to the couch with their second drinks, she again sat close to George and this time let her free hand fall onto George's thigh. She just let it rest there without movement. George was beginning to feel good from the two drinks and the closeness of Mrs. Fair's warm, eager body.
He suddenly felt the warm hand on his thigh begin to move closer to his crotch. The hand slid up his leg until it had reached his groin, then it began to slide down between his thighs. It felt good to have something soft and warm like her hand between his thighs.
Mrs. Fair moved her hand again and this time it was right over his prick. She could feel George's prick stirring beneath the material of his pants. She waited until it had grown to its full height, then she began to massage it with her open palm.
George was feeling very good by now and decided that now was the time to fuck Mrs. Fair. He longed to see her without her clothes. He wanted to see how her magnificent tits looked without being hidden by a blouse and bra. He longed to rug her tits together with his hands and bury his head in the valley between them. He even would like to lay his prick between her two gigantic tits while she squeezed them together on his cock.
George reached over to Mrs. Fair, grabbed her waist and drew her roughly towards him. She came willingly, even eagerly. She brought her mouth down hard on George's. Her lips demanding from George. She shoved her mouth hard against his and rubbed her lips against his. She put her arms around George's neck and drew him even closer, even harder against her lips.
George pulled her waist toward him until her body was pressed firmly against his. He could feel her tits smashing into his body like two enormous footballs. When she had moved herself even closer to him, he fell on top of her, forcing her to lie on her back on the couch. She moaned as George ground his hard body against hers.
George moved his hand up from her waist and reached for one of her tits. It felt hard and firm in his hand, but he knew that once he had her tits bobbing freely against him they would feel much softer.
Mrs. Fair had grown more urgent while George was exploring her tits. She was struggling to release him from his pants. She managed to undo his belt and zipper and pulled the pants down over his knees when he raised himself off her. While she played with his pant, George began unbuttoning her blouse.
Soon he had all her buttons open and by twisting and squirming together, they managed to take it off. Her bra was a different matter. Her tits were so big that they were spilling over the front of the bra. The pressure of her enormous boobs made it difficult for him to release the fastener in back of her. Finally, after much struggle and breath-holding, it came off. She had been as eager as George to take it off and her frantic struggles had done as much as his frantic attempts to make it difficult to get off.
At last, they were free. George couldn't believe what he saw. The tits were far and away the biggest he had ever seen. He would remember the sight as he would remember seeing Mount Rushmore or the Statue of Liberty. They should be declared a national landmark, he thought.
After he had stared at the magnificent mountains for a while, he bent his head to bury his face in them. They were soft, yet firm to the touch. The skin was as smooth as oil. He ran his hands and face over them like they were an expensive silk.
He began to kiss them and run his tongue over them. Mrs. Fair moaned and squirmed. She rubbed her back against the coach and tried to push her tits against George's face. She rubbed them from side to side over his skin and tried to squeeze one of her nipples into his mouth.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Mrs. Fair, George began kissing her nipples. He toyed with them with his fingers, then when they had grown firmed and pointed, he took them in his mouth. He drooled all over her boobs, then kissed and licked the saliva.
After Mrs. Fair stopped moaning and began to groan, George moved up so that his legs were straddling her waist.
Then he lay down so that his prick was in the valley between her mountains. The valley and tits were wet with his saliva. Mrs. Fair, realizing what he was doing, put her hands on the outside slopes of her tits and squeezed them together. The trough where George's prick lay became smaller and tighter. The pressure of her two tits against his cock was enormous.
Mrs. Fair squirmed against George as she squeezed her tits over George's cock. George rocked against her, sliding his prick up and down, back and forth in the tunnel between her tits. As George's prick grew hotter, he began to rock more violently and faster. Mrs. Fair easily kept time with him. She was a big woman and she made big movements. He felt almost as if he were riding a bucking bronco.
As their heaving became more frantic, more urgent, their breath came in shorter and shorter gasps, Mrs. Fair began to make small, animal-like sounds.
"Oh, George, ride me, ride me hard. Rub your hot cock between my tits. Oh, George, harder, harder, harder," she moaned.
The pace increased, grew more violent, then with a scream George shot off in her face. Mrs. Fair opened her mouth and caught his come. Some of it dripped from her lips but she licked it off her mouth.
She screamed as she swallowed his wad, drinking it all down. She twitched her ass and rubbed it into the couch. George jerked up and down more forcefully and slowly as his prick spurted his cream.
When it was all spent, George lay silently for a moment on top of Mrs. Fair, then slid over to her side. She was still jerking and twitching and moaning. George had stopped undressing her after he had taken her blouse and bra off, so she was still wearing her skirt and panties.
George undid her belt and her pelvis rubbed against the sofa. He pulled down her skirt and panties with one move. As soon as her pussy was free she thrust it up at him. He pulled himself down so that he was kissing her stomach as she writhed in torment beneath him.
He planted kisses all over her smooth belly, then slid down to her pubic hairs. They were as red as the hair on her head. He played with the hairs, curling them and licking them. Then he moved his mouth down to her inflamed hole.
The lips of her cunt were itching in anticipation of his mouth. He placed his lips over her cunt and began to press against it. He rubbed her lips with his tongue and slid his mouth over her hole.
Mrs. Fair was making violent noises, small screams and gasping for air. Her body was pounding the couching, violently rising and falling. George had to hold firmly onto her so that his mouth would not be separated from her pussy. After several minutes of this torture, he slipped his tongue into her crack. He rubbed it and rolled it searching for her cherry. At last he found it.
Her twat juice was filling his mouth and her violent jerking almost threw him off, but he hung on. She began to breathe in short labored gasps that were building to a crescendo. At last, she came. Cunt come spurted into his mouth in violent streams. He drank it all as she screamed and twisted in ecstasy.
Even as she lay still, George continued to lick and drink the heavy come that flowed from her. She lay there quietly on the couch listening to George's tongue licking her wet cunt.
When all the liquid had been licked from her, they both lay quietly on the couch. George rose first to begin dressing. Mrs. Fair watching hungrily as George pulled on his clothes. She made him promise to come back to visit her often. George happily promised.
After cleaning up, George began the walk back to the commune. His strength returned to him as he walked through the bright, midday air. He breathed the clean country air deeply, thinking happily of his morning work.
The rest of the day passed quickly for the ten young people at the commune. The farm work was finished, dinner was eaten and night fell. Couples began to drift upstairs to the bedrooms and their private corners.
Sandy and Doris found themselves alone finally. All the man had been taken by the other girls, and Sandy and Doris would have to spend the night together.
They did not mind this at all. They had liked each other since they both entered the commune the year before. They had known each other before they met at the commune. Both came from similar backgrounds and they had found that they had similar interests and tastes.
They even resembled one another and were about the same size. When they had to wear clothes, they could usually wear each other's without much trouble. The rest of the people in the commune did not seem to mind that they liked each other so much and spent so much time together. In fact, it worked out rather well because it solved the problem of the two girls left over after the four men had chosen their partner for the night.
Of course, the first partner of the night was rarely the only partner of the night, so very often their turn would come to have one or two of the men later in the night. However, the two girls did not mind if they had to spend the whole night together.
Sandy had long blonde hair as did Doris. They both had the same figures. They were average size with compact features. Their tits were filled out, but not too large. Their hips and stomach were also about the same size. Both had light skin, but Sandy spent a little more time in the sun and so, was slightly browner than Doris.
From a distance, however, the two girls were almost identical. When they first met, they found that they had both come from the same part of the country and had a similar upbringing. In both cases, their parents were well-off and spared no expense to make their daughters happy.
Both girls loved to go to the movies whenever they had the time and money to go. On afternoons they would frequently walk into town and go to the local movie theatre. Yet, when they were at the commune with the other girls and with the men, they behaved as part of the group and did not avoid the company of the others.
That particular night, they decided to sleep downstairs. If one of the men wanted them, he would know where to find them. They washed up together, then walked hand in hand to a mattress in the living room.
For a long time, they lay quietly together on the mattress in each other's arms. Doris lay on the bottom, holding Sandy's head on her breast. As the nipple grew hard, she reached up and squeezed the other one. Doris responded by running her hand down Sandy's back until she touched the other girl's ass. She played with the ass, pushing in her finger and massaging the hole.
Sandy and Doris both grew more excited as they played with each other. Doris' breasts were hard as Sandy played with both of them. As the two girls became more passionate they rubbed their bodies eagerly together. Sandy left Doris' boobs and searched for her mouth. Doris looped her arm around Sandy's neck and drew her toward her.
Their lips met and pressed urgently against one another. As they kissed, Sandy slid in top of Doris so that twat was pressed tightly against twat, stomach against stomach and two pairs of tits squashed together. They kissed passionately and heatedly. Their tongues exchanged mouths, and searched the other's urgently. Their trembling lips, wetted with saliva, rubbed against each other.
They held each other tightly for a while, letting the passion and violence build up in their bodies. Suddenly it all came out. Their pelvises ground together with enough force to squash a banana. The squirmed against each other, twining their twat hair into tight curls. Their tits flopped and squashed as they rubbed together.
They held each other tightly, letting their hands and arms desperately and urgently roam over each other's body. Their bodies squirmed together with an unseen, violent force. Their kisses had to be broken off to allow them to breathe.
In a quick, practiced maneuver, Sandy twirled around on Doris so that her feet were at Doris' head and Doris' feet were at her head. They kissed each other's legs, frantically licking the burning flesh. Their bodies still rose and fell violently against each other in separate rhythms, yet each more violent than the other.
They simultaneously climbed each other's body, kissing and licking the knees, then the thighs and finally the crotch. They kissed each other's hair and licked the skin beneath it. They left the hair briefly to travel still further up to the stomach and at last, their breasts.
They kissed and fondled each other's tits as if they were their own. They sucked and squeezed their nipples and licked circles around the center. They squeezed the soft skin of their boobs.
Then they reversed and traveled back down to their cunts. The two girls moved almost as if they were mirror images of one another, doing the same thing to each other at precisely the same time.
They reached their hair again and once again, kissed and licked the hair. Then, again at the same moment, they reached for each other's hole. Sandy thrust her head deeply between Doris' thighs and Doris did the same. Four pairs of lips met simultaneously. The lips of Sandy's cunt pressed against Doris' mouth and Doris' twat squeezed hard against Sandy's lips.
The two girls squealed with pleasure as they kissed each other's cunt. Their bodies rocked and heaved with pleasure as they grasped and jerked together. Both cunts parted thick juicy lips to admit the entrance of a girl's tongue.
Juice flowed freely into the two open, demanding mouths.
Their breaths, limited by the nearness of so much heaving flesh, came in shorter and shorter gasps. As their tongues went deeper and deeper and found the throbbing cherry inside each of them, their bodies throbbed and they both uttered small screams of ecstasy. They pounded their bodies together in sheer passion.
As they came, both girls lapped the other's cunt to drink all the come juice. They drank what seemed unlimited quantities of the heavy juice.
As their passion subsided, totally fulfilled, they grew quiet and their bodies stilled. When they were completely still, Sandy again spun around so that her head was again level with Doris'. They pressed their lips together again, this time still wet with each other's come. After kissing each other passionately, they licked their own come off each other's lips.
Lying in each other's arms, hugging and kissing each other they fell asleep. They were happy that none of the men came down to sleep with them that particular night.
The next day dawned clear and warm, another perfect day. It was a Tuesday, the commune had chosen as their Sabbath. They found that Sundays were wasted days because everything in town was closed. It was better to work on Sunday and take another day off to go into town to do their shopping or go to the movies or visit people.
This Tuesday, as usual, they went to then-pond for some pre-lunch swimming. The pond, which had been peaceful before, was suddenly filled with ten laughing, splashing, naked bodies. The sun was warm and the water was comfortable.
After the swim, they climbed onto the shore for a picnic lunch. They hadn't brought any clothes or towels so they let the sun dry their bodies. After lunch all ten lay in the grass and rested. Larry and Linda found themselves lying near each other and Doris and Sandy also found places close together. Chris, who was also very friendly with Doris and Sandy, lay down near them. George and Joy, as usual lay together.
George and Joy also had much in common and were especially fond of one another. Both were dark skinned and compactly, yet perfectly built. They discovered each other soon after they joined the commune and found that they shared many interests.
As they lay in the sun that afternoon, their bodies were quickly dried by the heat of the sun and their bodies began to grow heated from absorbing so much sunlight. An invisible magnetic force drew their bodies together.
Joy lay with her head on George's chest. He could smell the perfume of her body wafting over him. He reached down and entangled his hand in her dark, luxuriant hair, She, in turn, reached down and lay her open hand on
George's prick. They lay there quietly for perhaps half an hour, allowing the passion to slowly build up inside them.
George, unable to stand it any longer, pulled Joy's hair back until her face was turned up to him. She looked up at him expectingly, waiting for him to lower his lips onto hers. She ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation. George leaned his head until his mouth was directly over Joy's. He let her stretch the extra inch to reach his lips.
As their lips touched for the first time on that hot Tuesday afternoon, a violent, electric shock coursed through their bodies. They grabbed each other tightly as their lips pressed urgently together. Joy rolled onto her stomach so that her tits were pressed flat against George's chest, rubbing and squeezing against him.
George contented himself with hot kisses from Joy's urgent mouth. He let his lips slide and pulsate against hers and let her tongue dive passionately into his mouth. With his tongue he coasted over the inside of her lips and rolled over and around her tongue.
His hands, meanwhile, glided over her shoulders and back. He felt her silky hair and her smooth arms. He squeezed the twin mounds of her ass and reached between her thighs to feel the lips of her cunt. His arm was just long enough that he could run his middle finger over the full length of her slit.
CHAPTER THREE
The commune had been owned by Barry Rose before the ten young people had taken it over. Rose had abandoned the property as he and the house grew older and neither could take care of the other any longer. The four men had taken over the house first at the invitation of Rose.
They had been able to repair the sagging roof and walls of the old, two-story frame building. After the house had been practically rebuilt, they repainted it inside and out. It now stood in a lovely green setting on top of the hill, in bright contrast to the surrounding green. They had painted the old white house a bright shade of purple to represent the passion and life that lived in the old building.
The farm loaned to the commune by Rose included 40 acres of land. Although the land was hilly, the four young men had worked hard and been able to raise crops on almost every acre.
The girls drifted into the commune several months after the men acquired it. Some of the girls had known the men and others had just been discovered along the way. All ten of the commune members got along well with each other, both at night and during the day. They reached an understanding soon after the group was complete, they would all share everything they had, they would always be understanding of the others and no new members would be admitted without everyone's consent.
The four men had met at college, where they had also known Joy, Doris and Linda. The other three girls, Cindy, Sandy and Chris had wandered into town and joined the commune after spending several nights there. All ten of them were happy with the arrangements and none planned on ever leaving.
Life continued at the commune happily for many months. In three weeks, they would celebrate their first birthday. Everyone in the commune was looking forward to the planned party with much anticipation.
However, unknown to the ten happy inhabitants of Cunt Shack, trouble for them was brewing in town. Several weeks before, Cindy had been in town shopping when the sheriff had caught her jay-walking. Although they both knew that the sheriff almost never picked up anyone for jay-walking, both of them knew why he had picked up Linda that day. She had been wearing a pair of cut-off dungarees that barely covered her ass and an old blouse that had a large hole just over one of her tits.
The sheriff had seen her coming toward him and against the traffic light. When she reached his side of the street, he announced that he was taking her in for questioning. Linda had thought he was rather attractive so she did not object to the "questioning."
The sheriff decided to interrogate her in the back seat of his patrol car. They drove to a deserted stretch of a country road and there he parked the car.
When he got in the back seat with Linda, she had slid over to the seat close to him. He put his arm over the back of the seat and she had politely taken it down and put it on her thigh. The sheriff immediately stopped asking questions and began answering them.
He rubbed her thigh with one hand and put his other arm around her shoulders. He draw her to him roughly and hungrily sought her mouth. Linda put her arm around his neck and drew herself close to him, pushing her tits into his chest. For several minutes they did nothing but squirm against one another in the back of the car.
Linda drew her mouth away from his and bit into his neck. She did not bite hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave little marks where her teeth had been. The sheriff uttered a low moan of delight as he felt the pain. Linda's mouth traveled up and down his neck, leaving little red marks.
While her mouth concentrated on his throat, her hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt. When the buttons were all open, she pulled the shirt off him and pushed him back until he was lying on the seat on his back. Her mouth traveled down his burning flesh, kissing and tonguing him.
When she reached his belt, she quickly and expertly unfastened it. She then pulled down his zipper as he squirmed beneath her. When the zipper was down, she did not even wait to pull down his pants, but reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. As she massaged the long, hard prick, he pulled his own pants off.
After massaging it and looking at it for a few minutes, Linda licked her lips as the sheriff watched her. First, she licked the tip of it with her tongue. Then, as the sheriffs breathing grew heavy, she kissed the tip of it. As she put as much of it into her mouth as she could, the sheriff began to slowly move his pelvis against the car seat.
Linda sucked on the sheriffs prick as hard as she could and the sheriff began bouncing more violently on the seat. He pushed his cock into her mouth as hard as he could. Linda began to slide her mouth up and down his cock in time with his heavy thrusts into her mouth. The cock became moist with Linda's saliva as it slipped in and out of her mouth.
Linda jerked her head faster as the cock became more slippery from her saliva. The sheriff had now put his hands on Linda's head and was forcing her down on him as hard as she could.
They continued this frantic rhythm for as long as the sheriff could stand it. Finally, he had to come. Holding her head tightly, his cream burst into her mouth in heavy spurts. Linda sucked harder to drink it down.
The sheriff jerked and moaned as the come forced its way out of his body and into Linda's mouth. The force of shooting his wad rocked his body with violent thrusts. He felt wave after wave of sheer pleasure roll over him as ecstasy took over his body.
The sheriff lay back and relaxed when his wad was spent, while Linda continued to suck on his cock. When he felt he had rested sufficiently, he pushed Linda's head away and sat up.
He put one arm around Linda's shoulders and with the other hand, tore off all her clothes. Both of them were now totally naked.
The sheriff pressed his body against hers and roughly lowered his mouth over hers. Even before his lips had closed over hers, her lips were parted and her tongue pressed forward between his lips.
She rolled her tongue around his mouth as he squeezed his lips against hers. His hand explored her body, feeling the weighty mass of her globes and stroking her soft stomach. Gradually his hand worked its way down to her hair. He played with the hair, curling it and squeezing it between his fingers.
After tiring of her hair, his fingers found the wet skin of her crack. Although she was sitting with her legs pressed together, he forced his finger up her tunnel of lust. She squirmed with pleasure as he found and rubbed her love knob. Almost by themselves, her legs spread open so that more of his finger might slide in.
When her legs were open wide enough, the sheriff climbed in between them and pushed her back until she was lying on the car seat with the sheriff between her legs. Contorting his oody to he on top of her, the sheriff pressed his groin against hers and rubbed her love mound with his hard prick. He moved his hands off her shoulders and grabbed her boobs like two cans of beer held firmly in his ' ands. He kissed her eager mouth as their loins ground together.
Finally, with much twisting and squirming and a helping hand from Linda, his prick was firmly tucked into her wet pussy. He rode her as best he could, trying to avoid hitting his head on the car door. He concentrated all his movement in his pelvis and rocked it back and forth, thrusting mightily into her dark, wet pit.
The rocking became more urgent and the car soon picked up the tempo, rocking back and forth on its own springs. The temperature in the car rose as the sheriff and Linda beat their bodies together. Their breath came in single, short gasps.
Then, they came. The sheriff banging his groin against Linda's ass and Linda bringing her pussy down hard on his shooting cock. He filled her hole with his cream and her thick come covered his dick and dripped onto his groin. For a few minutes, they ground then-hot, dripping groins together.
They leaned on each other as they tried to catch their breath. Both wallowed in then-mixed come. The smell of it filled the car, but neither of them seemed to mind. When they had caught their breath, the sheriff dressed and he drove Linda to the commune.
And that was how the trouble had started, although no one knew it then. Life had progressed happily until this day three weeks before the birthday celebration.
That day, however, the sheriff had gone to see his doctor because of pains he had felt in his prick. The doctor, who was used to handling such cases, diagnosed it as syphilis. The sheriff was furious. He had fucked plenty of women in his life, but never before caught any disease from them.
In fact, balling was one of the sheriffs favorite pastimes and he resented having to suspend this activity until the syphilis could be cured. As soon as he vowed that he would find and punish whoever gave it to him, he decided that he knew. Must be that fucking hippy girl, he thought.
He resolved that he would see that they were run out of town. He tried to figure out a way of getting rid of them without the townspeople finding out why. He liked to think that no one in town knew how widespread his sexual adventures were. He actually believed that even his wife thought that he was faithful to her. Of course, he had been very careful in choosing his women. He never went near any woman with a reputation for gossip or a woman who might want to take revenge on him for one reason or another.
He decided that there must be some way to get rid of the commune without tipping his hand. He planned for days a scheme that would force the townspeople to demand that the commune be broken up without the people knowing that he was the one to instigate the scheme.
The townspeople, he knew, would not be eager to give up the commune. The townsmen had stopped patronizing the whorehouse in Cary now that they could get it locally and for free. They would not be happy to have to pay for nooky again, and have to travel so many miles to get it. They even liked the commune girls better than the professional whores in Cary. These girls were more eager to please and they were better than the passionless whores whose only interest was in money.
The townswomen were in an even more delicate situation. They had been taking advantage of the young, handsome men of the commune without being as bold about their activities as their husbands. They would fight just as hard as their husbands to keep the commune in town, but they would have to wage a secret war, they could not openly announce their connections with the commune and their desires.
The sheriff decided that the answer to his problem would be to have someone else lead the campaign to drive the hippies out of town. The most logical man for the job was Pastor Lionel, the local minister. The pastor would have the perfect motives for wanting the hippies out of town and would be in a good position to see that his wishes were carried out.
The pastor could say that the hippies were living in sin and tainting the whole community. He could also proclaim that they were corrupting the local youth. The second charge was not completely false. Several of the commune girls, to satisfy their depraved desires, had seduced boys just beginning to reach maturity. Although he could not prove it, there had been stories that some of the commune men occasionally were visited by the young daughters of some of the town's leading citizens.
The day after he received the diagnosis of the pains in his prick, the sheriff went to see the pastor about his plan. He did not tell Pastor Lionel why he really wanted the commune thrown out of town, but instead made up a story about trying to keep the community safe and clean and being bothered by the dirt on the hill and how it might affect the townspeople.
The pastor had taken this position since the forming of the commune and had condemned it almost weekly from his pulpit. Before the sheriffs visit, no one in town had seemed particularly concerned by the pastor's sermons against the commune. He now belived that he had the support to wage an all out war against "those sinful hippies."
He prepared his Sunday sermon, this time devoted solely to the commune and using the strongest possible language in urging their expulsion. He also contacted a few women who, he knew, were so old or so ugly that they could not possibly have attracted even the most desperate of the commune men. He urged these women to form a committee to see that the commune would be driven out of town. The women eagerly formed the committee and began recruiting members.
The commune, meanwhile, remained blissfully unaware of the conspiracy against them, forming in town. They were all looking forward to their anniversary celebration and the orgy that was sure to come with it.
On Saturday, the day before Pastor Lionel was to give his sermon, Chris walked into town to do some window shopping and enjoy the beautiful spring weather. Chris was the third member of the trio formed with Doris and Sandy. She resembled both girls and liked them both. When she wasn't balling one of the commune men at night she would frequently find herself with Doris or Sandy, whichever was free.
After her tour of town, Chris took a walk through some woods. A stream ran through the woods and was frequently used by the local children to fish and swim in. As Chris came closer to the stream, she heard the sound of someone splashing. She crept closer and saw a girl of about fourteen swimming by herself.
As she was by herself and the woods were usually deserted, the girl had chosen to swim naked and let the cool, clean water wash against her body. As the water flowed by her, it massaged her body like a piece of soft velvet rubbing against her. The water touched her whole body, not an inch of flesh was ignored by the water.
As Chris crept closer, she was fascinated by the girl's beauty and innocence. The girl splashed the water over her head, washing her hair and. face. She leaned her head back so that the water would run down her face and hair.
The moisture glistened on her body in the bright sunlight. Her dark skin and blonde hair turned to shiny gold under the water.
Chris felt a stirring in her pussy. She was wearing a simple blouse and a pair of rough dungarees that were several sizes too small for her. The material had crept into her slit and filled her pussy with rough material. When she walked it almost felt like she had a hard prick up her.
The slacks felt good against her now. The material grew hot and wet as she looked at the girl. Soon Chris' hand crept down to her cunt under its own desire. With her finger, she massaged the material which lay in her cunt.
Unable to stand it any longer, Chris quickly tried to compose herself, then walked into the clearing which the stream ran through. When the girl first saw her, she was frightened. Then, seeing that the stranger was a girl only a few years older than she, relaxed.
"Hi," the girl said.
"How ya doing?" Chris asked.
"Okay. Say, would you mind getting my towel for me? It's over there on the bush," the girl said to Chris.
Chris walked over to the bush and picked a stark white towel from one of its branches. She walked over to the edge of the stream, near where the girl was lying in the water.
"Come on out, I'll dry you off," Chris urged.
The girl stood up and Chris held her breath as she saw the girl's body. The girl's long blonde hair fell onto soft white shoulders. Between the shoulders were two small mounds, the beginning of her breasts. She had large nipples which barely poked off her chest. The small mounds were almost only her nipples.
Her waist had not yet finished slimming and so her soft stomach was larger than it would be in a few years. Her hips would have been undistinguishable from her stomach if it were not for the baby fat which still covered her thighs and hips. Her thighs were almost chubby with the extra flesh. Between her thighs was the loveliest pussy that Chris had ever seen. The love mound was made even more visible by the light hair that covered it.
Her mound was covered by a thin layer of stark blonde hair. The hair was still not all grown in and it looked almost like the top of a baby's head.
As the girl walked toward Chris, the older girl could not take her burning eyes off the girl's body. Chris stood with her arms outstretched holding the towel. When the girl reached her, she turned around so that Chris could drape the towel over her shoulders.
"My name's Chris, what's yours?" Chris asked the girl as she folded the towel over the girl's shoulders.
"Margie," the girl replied.
"Okay, Margie, just stand still and I'll dry you off," Chris said breathlessly, praying the girl would not object.
She didn't. Margie stood docilely as Chris vigorously rubbed her shoulders and back. When Chris reached the girl's ass, she was especially tender, rubbing the soft fleshy mounds with her hands as much as with the towel. Margie began to squirm a little as Chris massaged her ass.
"Okay, back's all finished, turn around," commanded Chris.
The girl quietly obeyed. She looked appreciatively into Chris' eyes when she faced her. Chris first rubbed the beautiful face dry, then playfully kissed the tip of the girl's nose when it was dry. Margie just giggled. Chris moved down and rubbed the girl's shoulders next. The girl squirmed under the violent onslaught of Chris' arms.
Chris breathlessly moved the towel to the girl's chest and budding tits next. The flesh above the boobs was easy, but she had trouble controlling herself as she softly rubbed Margie's twin mounds. She spent a lot of time on the small boobs, rubbing them even after they were already dry. Margie did not seem to mind. In fact she seemed to enjoy it.
As Chris rubbed them, Margie began to breathe more heavily and to gasp with pleasure every time Chris squeezed one of her nipples. Finally, after what seemed like half an hour, Chris kneeled down to dry the girl's stomach.
As she rubbed the towel over the soft flesh, she kissed the tip of each nipple in what she hoped was a playful manner. Margie did not seem to mind, in fact she seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. Her breathing was now quite heavy and Chris was sure that the girl's pussy was beginning to burn.
After she finished the girl's stomach, she deliberately skipped the groin and began drying the girl's legs. She slid the towel up and down each leg, feeling the fleshy softness of her thighs. As she rubbed the legs, she casually let her head fall against Margie's bush. For the first few minutes she didn't move it, she just let her fevered cheek rest against the cool hair of the mound.
Gradually, Chris turned her face until she was looking straight into the fourteen year old girl's honey pot. She leaned closer and let her lips fall on the mound of flesh. Margie gasped as the older girl touched her private parts. Chris had let the towel drop by now and had brought her arms up until she was holding the back of Margie's thighs.
She softly kissed the sweet flesh of Margie's twat, drinking in the fresh, sweet smell. Margie brough her hands to Chris' head and held it gently between her burning palms.
Chris knew that Margie wanted it now. She knew that she could do anything she wanted to the girl and the girl would love it. She slowly brought her hands up to the girl's waist and pulled on it until Margie sat down in the grass.
Chris had still not touched her slit, but had kissed and tongued the girl's love mound. As
Chris indicated to the girl that she should lie on her back, Chris quickly took off her blouse and dungarees. In a second she was lying beside the girl. Margie put her hand on Chris' shoulder and drew herself against the older girl. Margie was obviously a virgin and did not know what to do, but knew how she felt.
Chris leaned forward until their lips touched. Then she hooked her arm around Margie's neck and drew the girl against her, pressing her lips against the soft, sweet lips of the younger girl.
For many long minutes, the two girls wriggled against each other, pressing and squirming their inflamed bodies together. Their lips were crushed together, sealing their mouths together. Chris passionately slipped her tongue into the other girl's mouth, exploring its warm, wet possibilities.
Margie had circled her arms around Chris' neck and she clung to the other girl as passionately and desperately as Chris clung to her. By what could only be described as animal instinct, Margie pressed her pelvis against Chris' and rotated it in the age-old ritual of passion.
Unable to stand it any longer, Chris tore her mouth away from Margie's and began the inevitable trip down the younger girl's body. Margie gasped and moaned as she felt Chris' eager, wet lips sliding over her burning flesh.
Chris paused briefly to kiss and suck on the two pointed nipples along the way. She left a trail of burning kisses down Margie's stomach. She played with Margie's thin pubic hair and throbbing love mound longer than was necessary before diving down to the open lips of Margie's hot box.
Chris pressed her lips urgently against the burning hole between Margie's legs. She massaged and crushed the lips of the younger girl's twat with her mouth. Margie was raising and lowering her pelvis off the ground in great, urgent heaves. Chris had to grasp the heavy, pumping thighs to keep her mouth in place over the searing cunt.
As Margie pumped her pelvis, climbing to the heights of ecstasy, her breath came in loud moans and gasps. Chris knew it was time to slip her tongue into the burning crevice. She slid it between the thick, throbbing lips and into the endless hole. She searched for and found the girl's desperate love knob.
Margie's pelvis rose to a frantic rhythm as she felt Chris lick her pulsating clit. Her body was suddenly racked with shocks of pleasure as giant spurts of hot come spurted into Chris' waiting, eager mouth. Spurt after spurt of the heavy liquid shot from her pounding cunt.
As Margie grew still and her body rested, Chris continued to kiss the open hole. When Margie's body was completely still, the older girl licked the come from her lips and hole.
For some time, the two girls lay together in each other's arms, kissing and hugging one another. Then, as the afternoon grew late, they dressed and walked back to town hand in hand.
Then, Sunday came. To the kids at the commune, it was just another work day. The men went out to the fields at the regular time and the girls did their housework and played. They remained blissfully unaware of what was brewing in town.
The pastor had worked up a really fire and brimstone speech for the anti-commune campaign. The townsfolk listened meekly as he described the sinners on the hill. He damned the young people for their life of immorality and corruption. He described how the hippies would corrupt the town's children and how they too would be damned.
He begged the townspeople to save their souls and the souls of their children by seeing that the commune was driven out of town. He said that they would all be damned if they were not driven out soon.
The townspeople murmured among themselves. They could not openly defend the commune, but neither could they condemn it. They were afraid that, if they condemned it, other people would agree with them and soon they would have to agree that the commune should be banished. Then, they were afraid, some firebrand might actually want to do something and they would lose the commune.
The men thought to themselves of the six girls of the commune who had given them so much pleasure and passion. The men could get free sex almost any time they needed it by simply walking up to the house on the hill.
The commune men had never been stingy with their women, and had even let men sleep over to take care of the two spare girls.
Let's face it, the townsmen thought to themselves, those hippy girls love sex almost as much as we do. And they're so fuckin' good at it, too. The whores in the house in Cary could never compete with our girls, and, besides, the hookers are expensive and our girls are free.
With arguments like that, the men had a hard time seeing the pastor's point of view. They thought they understood why he was doing all this complaining now. It was because he wasn't getting any from the girls. If he would stop being so snobby and try out the girls, why, then he'd see our point of view, they thought.
The townswomen thought along pretty much the same lines as their men. However, their situation was even worse. Without the commune men, the women had no one but their husbands and the other men of the town. Their lives were different. They had no whorehouse they could visit after a long day's work.
The advantages of the commune were great. They were all young and fucked like pros. The housewives' cunts had never been more pleasantly filled than by the commune men. Besides, the commune men were less inclined to start a scandal. If a housewife, balled one of the townsmen, there was always the chance that her husband might find out. The commune men kept to themselves most of the time. That is, they kept to themselves other than fucking the local housewives.
The commune men also had enough of their own nooky that they wouldn't come back to pester the housewives for more all the time. The housewives wouldn't have minded more, but they felt that it was risky enough without pushing it too much.
So, the pastor's message that Sunday fell on ears that, if not deaf, were certainly hard of hearing. His labelling the commune people as sinners did not bother the townspeople much because most of them wished that they could sin as much as the commune people. Besides, the townspeople were themselves sinners to the extent that they were often the object of the hippies' sins.
When the pastor announced the formation of the committee to get rid of the commune, the townspeople felt that they were in trouble. They would have a difficult time explaining to each other why they refused to join the committee.
The committee was headed by Mrs. Louella Hammertroth, a sixty-eight-year-old widow. Her husband had been a local banker and puritan before his death. The town gossips insisted that Mrs. Hammertroth's husband had died of abstinence. In any case, it would be difficult to turn down the pastor's request that everyone join Mrs. Hammertroth's committee.
At the ice cream social following the church services, Mrs. Hammertroth circulated among the townspeople urging them to sign a petition asking the hippies to move out and she asked the townspeople to come to the first committee meeting to be held on Monday evening. Most of the people had to sign the petition and promised to attend the meeting because of the pressure which they would face if they refused.
Actually, no one was the least interested in the petition or the committee meeting, but they were afraid that everyone else would agree and they would be the only ones to refuse. They feared that their solitary refusal would immediately make them the objects of suspicion and fear.
So, the petition was circulated and everyone signed it. And everyone agreed to come to the committee meeting.
The committee meeting was generally uninteresting and, most of the townspeople hoped, unproductive. The only speakers had been Old Lady Hammertroth and a few of her old cronies and the pastor. The sheriff, not wanting to stand out, stayed quiet, as did the other townspeople.
The result of the meeting was that Mrs. Hammertroth announced a campaign to get everyone in town, twenty-one years old or more to sign the petition. They would then bring the petition to the commune and ask the hippies to leave. If they refused, Mrs. Hammertroth suggested that the sheriff go up to the commune and throw them out.
When Mrs. Hammertroth asked him he would do it, the sheriff mumbled assent. He didn't want to get too involved with the removal of the commune as there was bound to be a lot of resentment towards the person responsible for removing the six luscious cunts and four virile men from the men and women of the town.
CHAPTER FOUR
Volunteers to distribute the petition did not exactly flock to the committee. The meeting ended with Mrs. Hammertroth and a few other old women volunteering to pass around the petitions. The pastor had realized that the townspeople were not too enthusiastic about the project and his assumption that he would find a lot of support because the sheriff had come to him proved to be wrong.
The pastor suggested to Mrs. Hammertroth that they not push the townspeople too hard or they might rebel and refuse to even sign the petition. Mrs. Hammertroth reluctantly agreed.
At the commune, meanwhile, the main object of interest continued to be the upcoming birthday party. They had still not heard about the campaign as the townspeople were generally afraid that if they heard of it they might move out on their own.
The attitude of most of the townsfolk seemed to be that as the old women worked on the petition by themselves, they would gradually lose interest and the whole idea would be dropped. They still offered no resistance to the plan, but neither did they cooperate.
On Tuesday morning, the day following the committee meeting, several of the kids from the commune came into town. Doris, Sandy and Chris went to the movies, it was Linda's turn to go to Harry Wilson's store, Joy and Cindy stayed at the commune with Larry and George, and Steve and Bill went into town to shop and do some odd jobs.
Steve went to the grain store to buy some tools and fertilizer, while Bill started off on some odd jobs. The first job on his list was repainting the white fence around the home of Rick Jones, the druggist. Bill found a can of paint in the garage with a paint brush and a note saying that the family was out for the afternoon and he should just go ahead with the work and they would pay him when they returned.
The job was a simple one and went quickly. The day was bright and Bill thought of the rapidly approaching party and all the festivities as he worked. When he finished, he went to the house of the town doctor, Dr. Curry Albert. When he arrived, he found only the doctor's attractive wife, Laura.
Laura told him that her husband spent every Tuesday at the county hospital and so would be gone all day. Bill, like the rest of the men of the commune, was expected to perform other services when he came to do an odd job. That day, however, he did not particularly feel like balling Mrs. Albert. It was not that she wasn't attractive, but just that he felt like finishing the job as soon as possible and then heading back to the commune.
He did not tell this to Laura Albert, but instead ignored her remark that they would be alone all day.
Laura believed that he had not understood the insinuation of her remark. So she determined that she would have to make him understand by her actions.
Bill was a rather tall, well-built young man of twenty-two. Laura, on the other hand, was of slightly less than average height. The top of her head was about level with Bill's shoulders. She was in her mid-thirties, but she still had the body of a young woman.
She wore a tight sweater and skin-tight slacks that day. Her tits stood out proudly from the flat plain of her stomach. The sweater made her body seem to be made of beautifully curved hills and valleys. Her legs were long and beautifully constructed. Her sweater was tucked into the waistband of her cream-colored slacks and the tight material around her waist contrasted with the gentle flare of her hips.
Bill had been asked to fix the leaking faucet on the kitchen sink. He laid his tools beside the sink and began to examine the faucet. Finding the trouble, he said, "Mrs. Albert, I'll have to turn the water off from under the sink."
"Don't call me Mrs. Albert, dear, you can call me Laura," she purred.
"Sure, thing, Mrs. Alb. . I mean, Laura," he replied noncommittally.
He opened the doors of the cabinet beneath the sink and, taking a wrench from his tool kit, he lay on his back to reach the spigot used to turn off the water. As he lay on his back, with his head and shoulders in the cabinet, he felt something warm slide beneath his legs. He ignored whatever it was and continued working.
The warm object climbed up his legs until he felt it over his fly. He then felt something pulling his fly down and reaching Into his pants to pull out his naked prick. He stopped working now, but did not move. From his position he could not see what was happening to his prick, but he could certainly feel it.
He felt a hand massaging his cock until it grew firm and long. In the small, hot cabinet beneath the sink his breath began to grow heavy and faster. The sound of his gasping filled the small space. With the same small hand holding his hard cock, he felt it being rubbed against what felt to him like a woman's face.
Able to stand it no more, he squeezed his way out of the suffocating cubicle and into the open air. When he had pulled himself all the way out, he looked up to see a bushy, moist cunt staring into his face. Above the cunt, he saw Laura Albert completely nude.
While he looked at her, and she at him, he pulled off his pants. When they were all the way off, Mrs. Albert squatted over his head and, cunt juice dripping from her slit, laid her pussy in his mouth. She squatted above him holding onto the sink for support and balance. He folded one strong arm over each of her legs. At first, he just licked the moisture of the outside of her hole. Then, as her bush squirmed in his mouth, he pressed his lips firmly against the lips of her pussy.
Laura uttered a low moan and bent further so that her cunt would be pressed more firmly against his mouth. She rocked back and forth on her soles so that her tender spot slid up and down over Bill's mouth. Bill, his lips sliding on and off the lips of her twat, sucked on the hole, drawing out more juice.
Laura squealed and moaned, she rocked her pussy to ultimate pleasure. Finally, Bill slipped his tongue into her fissure. He sought and found her cherry, rubbing it urgently with his tongue. Laura became so light-headed with ecstasy that she leaned back until she was lying on her back between Bill's legs.
She rolled between Bill's thighs, rubbing his legs with her hips and hands. Her back was arched slightly so that Bill could press his mouth down firmly on her throbbing wet twat. Laura moaned and gasped as Bill's rough tongue rubbed against her soft, round passion globe.
As she squirmed, her ass swayed over Bill's throbbing prick. Her ass was large and fleshy. The flesh was piled high over her bones. The mounds were soft with the velvet feel of her skin. Her crack was deep because she had so much flesh.
Almost subconsciously her ass began to center over Bill's cock as the two heavy cheeks felt the long lance occasionally slip between them. Laura felt the double pleasure of Bill's tongue massaging her cherry and his hot cock working between the cheeks of her ass.
Because of her position, Bill was not able to get his cock up her ass without some guidance. So Laura reached beneath her and grabbed his prick. Squeezing it appreciatively, she guided it between her cheeks until it reached her ass-hole.
With Bill's prick hard up her ass and his tongue deep in her slit, Laura bounced back and forth, first driving her cunt deep into his mouth, then smashing her ass hard on his long prick. She banged back and forth, from pleasure to pleasure, doubling the trip to ecstasy.
Bill also found the double action exciting. His crotch slapped against Laura's warm fleshy ass, as she ground her hairy twat into his mouth. He let his mouth wander to her milky white thighs and he drew moist, hot circles with his tongue on her flesh. After each departure from her clit, the return was even more delicious.
Each time his tongue re-entered her golden gates of pleasure, Laura moaned louder and more urgently. She beat her ass in a regular rhythm against him and allowed his tongue to become the delicious dessert to the meal his hot prick was serving.
As their bodies beat against one another, they grew moist with anticipation and heat. Laura's twat was seeping hot juice into Bill's mouth and he drank it down with gusto. Laura rubbed her open palms against Bill's legs pleading for ecstasy.
Finally, their squirming came to a head. Bill began to gasp as he felt rapture approach. Laura's moans became louder and more urgent as she felt the hot juices within her body swell to bursting.
In one explosion of lust they both came. Bill pumped hard so that all his heavy come would spurt deep inside Laura's body. Laura pressed her pussy hard against Bill's mouth so that he could drink her hot come.
They rocked together for many minutes as their bodies rose to a frenzy, then slowly descended to warm pleasure. When their bodies stilled, they lay together feeling the warmth and softness of each other's body.
After Bill licked all the come off Laura's pussy and she licked his heavy cream off his prick and groin, they rose together and dressed. Laura invited him in to the living room for a rest and a drink. Bill quickly accepted.
As they lay on the sofa together, their bodies softly touching, Laura asked, "Do you think they'll get you out?"
Bill, still feeling warm and pleasant from the activities of a few minutes before, casually said, "Who'll do what?"
"You mean, you haven't heard?" Laura asked, quickly sitting up.
Bill, realizing she was about to tell him something important, became alert. "No, what is it?" he asked.
"The pastor has started a campaign to get your commune thrown out of town," she explained.
Bill was incredulous. He couldn't believe it. He thought that the commune had always gotten along marvelously well with the townspeople. After all, he had personally balled many of the local housewives and none of them had complained to him.
He knew that the commune girls had fucked almost all of the men in town and most of them had seemed very grateful, in fact, most of them had come up to the commune at one time or another for more. He could not understand why the town should suddenly turn upon them after they had given so much to the townspeople.
He turned back to Laura and asked her, "Do the people agree with the pastor? I mean, do you think he'll be able to do it?"
Laura shrugged. "I really don't know. So far, he's only got a few old ladies working for him. They formed a committee and kind of forced everybody in town to come to a meeting last night."
"What do you mean 'forced' everybody to come to the meeting?" Bill queried.
"Well, they kind of embarrassed everybody into coming. I mean, practically nobody in town wants you to leave, but if they admit it, everybody else will point to them and say that they must be supporting the commune because they are getting free sex from you.
"Of course, everybody knows that everybody else is getting free sex, but no one wants to admit it out loud."
Bill nodded slowly. "I see," he said.
Laura looked at him quizzically. "What are you going to do about it," she asked him.
"I don't know. I'll have to discuss it with the other kids," he answered.
He told Laura not to tell anyone that he now knew about the project to evict the commune. He said that the element of surprise might be used to sabotage the pastor's scheme.
Bill decided to go back to the commune to discuss the plot with the other kids. He packed his things and kissed Laura goodbye. On the way back to the commune he mulled over this threat to their birthday celebration.
By the time he reached Cunt Shack, everyone else had returned from their errands. He called a meeting in the living room. The ten young people gathered into a circle to find out the reason for the meeting.
Bill carefully explained the situation to them, telling them what Laura had revealed to him. He explained that, he thought, the campaign might be stopped. He said that the pastor and the old women seemed to be alone in their desire to rid the community of the commune.
Then, they discussed the actions they might take and the alternatives they had. Several girls thought it might be simpler for them to just move away and find another farm. However, the men felt that too much time and work had been invested in Cunt Shack for them to give it up so easily. Besides, the men pointed out, they could live in the house for free.
The girls came around to the men's point of view and agreed that they must stay and defend their home. The discussion shifted to the tactics they might adopt to counter the campaign of the pastor and his old cronies.
At first, the girls suggested that they hold a sex strike until the townspeople support them. However, the men pointed out that this would probably turn the townsfolk against them as the only thing that prevented the townspeople from supporting the pastor's campaign was the fear of losing the favors offered by the commune people.
The girls then suggested that perhaps sex was also the answer as well as the problem. They suggested that the anti-commune people be bribed with sex. Perhaps, once the pastor saw what he would be losing if the commune left, he would be less interested in getting rid of them. The old ladies could not be bribed, or rather the men refused to bribe Old Lady Hammertroth with a hot cock.
The young people decided that the best way to organize the sex campaign was to offer some to all the powerful people in the community and encourage the rest of the community to come up to the commune whenever they wanted some. They decided that the first person to receive a gift of hot cunt would be the head of the local VFW, Arold Perry.
Linda was chosen as the pussy he would get, since she was considered the best they had. Linda was given the next day off from her household duties so that she could go to Perry's office with her little surprise. She had no objections to her mission because she had heard from some of the girls who had already given him free ass, that he was good with his prick.
Wednesday turned out to be a rainy, but hot, day. Linda put on a miniskirt that was no larger than a long belt and a thin white blouse. As usual, she wore no underwear. She began the walk into town in the late morning, hoping to catch Perry in his office just before he left for lunch.
By the time she reached town she was thoroughly soaked. Her blouse was so wet that it clung to her body like a second skin and became transparent from the water. When she reached the VFW hall she ran breathlessly inside, pretending that she was only going in to get out of the driving rain.
She had timed it perfectly. Perry was alone in the small building. He met her in the lobby just outside his office with a paper bag filled with his lunch, in his hand.
"Oh, Mr. Perry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just came in to get out of the rain," Linda said to him breathlessly. Her long blonde hair was dripping with moisture and clung to her head like a bathing cap. It had the effect of offering an angular frame around the curves of her face and neck.
Her body was practically naked. The blouse had become completely transparent in the rain and her heavy tits could clearly be seen standing firmly erect beneath the cloth. Her miniskirt was not transparent, but it was so short that the bottom of her ass could be seen when she walked.
Perry looked at her hungrily and asked her if she would like to dry off in his office. She agreed, of course, he courteously offered to let her lead the way. Actually, he only did this so that he might watch her walk without her seeing him.
When she reached his office, he walked around the desk and pulled a bottle of whiskey from the bottom drawer. He offered her a drink "just to warm you up," and she accepted. As he sat at his desk to measure the drinks, Linda perched herself on the corner of his desk. She sat on the corner just to the left of Perry.
To accomplish this, she let half of her ass, one cheek, rest on the desk, letting that leg drape over the top of the desk. The other leg, she left straight, her foot flat on the floor. The effect of this was that her skirt was open at the crotch, offering Perry a clear view of her crotch. As she was not wearing any underwear, this meant that Perry could clearly see her pussy.
By watching his eyes, Linda saw that he not only could see her cunt, but that he was looking at her cunt. She could see his eyes hungrily drink in the sight of her golden hairs and the dark slit between her thighs. She could also see something stirring beneath the fly in his pants.
Linda very seductively shifted the weight of her ass on the desk so that the commander could see the lips of her pussy spread apart, then squeeze together. He was now toying with his drink nervously, not knowing what to do next.
She decided to help him. She wet her lips with her small pink tongue until she knew that her lips were shining with moisture. She looked at him with her eyelids half lowered and said in a husky voice, "Do you like my pussy? It feels all hot and wet for you. My cunt would like to have your big, hard cock in it."
Perry did not know what to say. His face turned a deep red and his hands fluttered aimlessly. Linda saw that she would have to help him even more. She slid off the desk and lowered herself onto his lap. She looped one arm around his neck and the other hand she laid on his leg.
At last he came to life. He encircled her waist with one arm and reached for one of her globes with his other hand. He began to massage her tit as she leaned over and nibbled on his neck. She could feel his breath turn hot against her cheek.
For several minutes, they sat together, Perry massaging Linda's hardening nipple and she kissing, tonguing, biting and sucking on the flesh of his neck. As Linda's body began to grow heated from the passion of Perry's efforts, she began to move her ass in a slow circle over his hardening cock.
Finally, overcome with passion, Linda brought her mouth up and laid it over Perry's dry lips. Keeping her mouth sealed over his, she rubbed her wet tongue over his lips until they were as moist as her own. Perry slipped his hand off her swollen boob and slid it down her body until he felt the bare skin of her thigh.
Linda felt a warm glow spread over her groin as Perry's hand worked on her thigh. Their two bodies were slipping away from their conscious control and being taken over by the animal urges of lust.
As their mouths squirmed against each other, their bodies began to shift and collide, knocking together. Linda pressed her extended nipples into Perry's chest and began to grind them into him. Perry tried to push his burning prick against her squirming ass.
They soon realized that the possibilities of their present positions had been exhausted. Linda tore away from him and slowly took off her two articles of clothing as he watched hungrily. In a few seconds, she was totally nude.
Perry let his eyes fall to her feet and cling her body slowly, inch by inch. Her feet were small, clean and white. They were perfectly formed as the result of their only occasionally being bound in by shoes. Her legs were classics. They were absolutely perfectly formed with every inch of skin perfectly formed and in perfect proportion.
Her legs were like carved columns of ivory.
They were basically straight with delightful mounds of flesh patted on in all the right places. Her thighs were heavy, though not overly muscular. The empty triangle of air some skinny girls had beneath their pussy did not exist on her, he saw with satisfaction.
Her hips flared out symmetrically from her thighs. Her hips were wide, yet tucked in miraculously at just the right spot for her perfect waist. Her stomach was smooth and flat. Above the flatness of her stomach, two round and heavy globes burst out. As Linda breathed deeply, the gloves heaved up and down, bouncing and jiggling enticingly.
After Perry had finished his inspection of her body, Linda reached over and began undressing him. Although he was wearing many more clothes than she had, they came off quickly with his help. For a long moment, they stood behind his desk embracing, her tits pressed into his chest and his cock pressed into her bush.
Perry suddenly realized that the shades on his window were wide open. Jumping away from her, he yanked at the cord frantically until they were down. He breathed a sight of relief and turned back to the girl. They embraced again.
Again, Perry pulled away, this time to clear his desk. With a single frantic sweep of his arm he pushed all his papers and desk utensils onto the floor. When the top was cleared, Linda lay back on it, resting her ass just on the edge.
Perry sat down in his chair and wheeled it close to the desk. He spread Linda's legs so that she straddled the sides of the chair. Perry then bent his head and began kissing the inside of her thighs. Linda squirmed and moaned as his heated kisses burnt on her legs.
Unable to stand her hunger any longer, Linda cupped her hands behind Perry's head and drew it toward her burning crack. Perry obliged and wet his lips before placing them over the lips of her cunt.
As he brought his head down over her bush, Perry heard Linda utter a low moan of delight. He pressed his mouth down hard on her seething pussy. He squeezed her lips together with his own, then ran his tongue along the fissure between them. Because Linda's feet were not touching the ground, she could not pump her pelvis on and off the desk as her body drove her to do. Instead, she swayed it from side to side, pressing her ass hard against the surface of the desk.
Perry ran his lips continuously over her pussy lips refusing to leave them. Occasionally his tongue would dart into the dark, wet depths of her cunt, but he did not keep it in for long. Finally, he pushed the chair back and stood up. Understanding immediately, Linda also stood up, then moved behind him to sit in the chair.
Perry turned to face her, then lay back on the desk, assuming her former position. Linda wheeled the chair in close to the desk, spreading his legs to let them straddle the chair. She then repeated the performance Perry had just given her.
At first she ran her tongue up and down the inside of his thighs. She kissed and softly bit the flesh there. Perry reached down after a few agonizing minutes of this and putting his hand behind her head, he pulled her mouth onto his throbbing prick. First, Linda just toyed with him, kissing and tonguing a circle around the swollen organ.
Perry groaned as he felt her hot lips against his burning flesh. Finally, Linda kissed his balls. Cupping them in one of her hands, she kissed and licked them until they were dripping with her saliva. Perry pulled her head up, urging her to take his inflamed prick in her mouth.
At last, she obliged him. First she kissed the full length of his staff, starting at the tip, she left a stream of kisses at the base of it. Then pulling the meaty organ toward her, she circled the tip with her tongue. She then placed just the tip of it in her mouth, rubbing the circumference of it with her lips and still running her tongue over the tip of it.
Perry groaned and beat his ass against the desk top in a slow, agonizing rhythm. Linda allowed her mouth to slip further down his prick until almost the full length of it filled her mouth. Linda's mouth felt almost like a pussy to Perry's desperate prick, it was hot and damp. But Linda could do more with her mouth than with her pussy, she could suck on his hot cock.
Linda let her mouth play with the cock until Perry was almost ready to come, then she would pull her mouth off the prick so that it did not step over the threshold to ecstasy. Perry groaned with disappointment each time Linda did this, but forgot the disappointment each time she applied her mouth to him anew.
For what seemed to Perry like the millionth time, Linda lowered her head on the throbbing prick and sucked on it. As his pelvis rose off the table to push his cock hard and deep into her mouth, she let her lips slide down it. Her mouth rushed to meet his groin and his groin rose to meet her mouth. Together, they moved their bodies in a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down his prick and his ass bouncing off the desk.
Linda withdrew her mouth again at the crucial moment, not allowing him to shoot into her mouth. She pushed the chair back and stood up again. This time she climbed onto the desk with Perry. They twisted their bodies around until they were lying the length of the desk, rather than the width of it, as before.
Perry folded his arms around Linda and drew her to him. She slid close to him, pressing her throbbing body against his yearning flesh. She let one hand slide down his body until she felt his cock. She gently placed her hand over it and very softly massaged it. Her hand was like a warming tray, it neither heated nor allowed it to grow cool.
When neither of them could stand it any longer, Linda grasped his dick and guided it to her pussy. When only the tip of it was inside her lips, Perry rolled on top of her. The force of his body pressing onto hers pressed his cock deep into her. Linda moaned as she felt it rub against her clit.
Now that he had the leverage of the desk, Perry let his ass rise high in the air, then dive forward in a bold thrust. The effect of this was to drive him even deeper into Linda's throbbing pussy. When his ass rose, she tilted her pelvis so that he would be able to slide out of her cunt easily. Then, when he dove in for the re-entry, she let her twat rush up to meet him so that their bodies came together with a bang.
Their bodies knocked together furiously, their breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Aside from the sound of their breathing, they could hear the flat, fleshy noise of their bodies slapping violently together and the soft, squishy sound of Perry's prick slurping through the juice of Linda's wet cunt.
Suddenly the air was filled with the sharp cries of delirious rapture as heavy come spurted from Perry's cock in waves of pleasure. Linda's cunt was filled with the seething liquid as her body appreciatively drank it in.
The air was filled with sharp cries for a second time as Linda's come exploded into her hole, drenching Perry's cock. The two rode each other passionately with their eyes half-closed and their mouths open, gasping in air.
When their passion was spent, their bodies sagged against each other in exhaustion. For some time, they lay together, conscious only of themselves and their pleasure.
CHAPTER FIVE
After they had rested and dressed, Linda and Perry sat down again to have a drink together. Linda came down to the real purpose of her visit.
"I hear some of the townspeople want to get rid of us," she said to Perry.
"Why, yes, I believe I have heard some talk of that," Perry said innocently.
"Well, you don't want us to leave, do you?" Linda asked him seductively as she slid onto his lap and began caressing the top of his head.
"Oh, no, of course not. Nobody really wants you to leave, just a few troublemakers, that's all," he replied.
"Oh, that's good. Because we don't want to leave. We really like it here. And, you know, I think you would really miss us if we left, do you know what I mean?" she asked him pointedly.
"Yeah, sure. We'd sure hate to see you leave. Believe me, you don't know how much we'd hate it," he answered her.
"Can't you do anything to stop them, then? I mean, if you'd hate it so much, why don't you try to stop them?" she asked.
"How can we stop them? Nobody in town is willing to defend you because they're afraid that if they do, everyone else will accuse them of all sorts of nasty things.
"So everyone is just keeping quiet and hoping that it will kind of blow over. I mean, the pastor and a few old ladies are the only ones interested in this thing. Why don't you just keep cool and lie low for a couple of weeks and the whole thing will blow over. You'll see," he said reassuringly.
Linda was not persuaded by his advice. However, she did get an idea about a possible strategy the commune people might adopt. She stayed with Perry for a few minutes longer, reminding him what he would be missing if the commune had to leave town.
After leaving Perry, she headed straight back to the commune to tell the others her idea. It was still early in the afternoon when she got back, so the men were still in the fields working. She decided to wait until they returned at the end of the day, rather than calling them in to discuss her idea right then.
At last, dinner time arrived and the men came with it. Linda suggested that they discuss her idea before dinner. Everyone agreed and they gathered in the living room to hear it.
"It's so simple, I'm surprised we didn't think of it sooner," she said excitedly. "The main force they have is the pastor, right? Well, what happens if the pastor drops out? They forget about it, right? I mean, those old ladies aren't going to do it all by themselves. According to everything we've heard from the townspeople, they won't support the old ladies. You see, once the pastor goes, the old ladies will be on their own. And once they're on their own, nobody in town will pay any attention to them. Simple?"
"Yeah, simple except for one thing," said Larry, "how do we get the pastor to drop out? What do we do, send him a polite request to forget about it?"
"No, dummy, we invite him up here to see how nice it is and how moral we are," explained Linda, "we tell him the girls sleep in one room and the guys in another, and a lot of bullshit about how decent we are and stuff like that."
"Do you expect him to fall for that," Cindy asked incredulously. "He'll never believe it."
"That's not the idea. We only tell him that stuff so that he'll come up here. Once we get him here, we throw an orgy and he gets what he wants and as much as he wants."
For a few minutes, they discussed Linda's idea. Finally, they reached the inevitable conclusion that it couldn't hurt to try it. They decided that the best way to approach the pastor was to send one of the men down to see him.
They picked Steve because he seemed the most conservative. He wore no beard and his hair was not too long. The next day, Thursday, Steve walked down to the pastor's office. He found the pastor in his office working on his sermon.
At first, Pastor Lionel was reluctant to see the young man. However, impressed by the youth's clean-cut appearance and serious manner, he consented to speak with him. Steve explained that his friends at the commune had heard of the pastor's campaign to get them out of town.
"My friends think, sir," Steve said, "that you have the wrong impression of what we are like. You see, sir, we do not live in sin. We lead proper, hard-working lives and we are decent citizens. We think that you would agree with us if you would only give us the chance to show you."
"What? Do you mean that you want me to come to your house of sin?" the pastor asked incredulously.
"Yes, sir, we'd like you to visit us," Steve replied, "and you would see that it is not a house of sin. You see, we believe that you are condemning us. without even knowing us. We have heard that there are ugly rumors in town about us, but we feel that you might have a different impression of us if you saw us for yourself rather than listening to the rumors."
"Well, son, I believe that you have a good point there," the pastor said thoughtfully. "Yes, I believe that I should see your commune for myself."
"We would be honored to have you, sir," Steve said carefully lest the joy of victory he felt be betrayed by his voice. "Would it be convenient for you to come up tomorrow evening?"
"Yes, I believe it would be possible," the pastor nodded.
Steve courteously said goodbye and left to return jubilantly to the commune, or Cunt Shack as it was rightfully called, he thought laughingly to himself. Oh, wait until the pastor sees what we've got in store for him, Steve thought.
He arrived at the commune and proudly told his friends the result of his mission. They cheered spontaneously, already tasting the fruits of victory. They decided to clean the bottom area of the house so that they could show it to the pastor before they seduced him or raped him, whichever was necessary.
The next day went quickly. Everyone was thinking about the events set to take place that night and so they did their work quickly and absently. They finished early so that they would have time to prepare before the pastor arrived.
Their biggest problem was finding enough clothes for everyone to wear. The girls were the most difficult to dress because they had few long skirts or bras. They had to settle for improvised skirts made of blankets and sheets. The men donated some old shirts which would cover the girls better than the thin scraps that remained of their blouses.
They ate a light dinner in case they would have to feed the pastor. Doris suggested that if he asked for dinner, they would offer to let him eat Sandy. Sandy laughed and suggested that, with all the talking he did, he must have a terrific tongue.
At seven-thirty that evening, someone politely knocked on the door. It was Pastor Lionel. He stood alone, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. He seemed to be somewhat embarrassed to find himself at the place the townspeople called Cunt Shack.
The young people respectfully invited him to enter their home. They asked if he had already eaten (he had), then showed him the ground floor. The pastor seemed to be impressed by the cleanliness and simplicity of the house. He seemed somewhat surprised by the wholesome appearance of the inhabitants of the house.
The youngsters found that it was not difficult to impress Pastor Lionel. He was an old man who had not seen much of the world, but he was not as prejudiced as they had expected him to be. He sat down at the communal dinner table and gracefully accepted the glass of wine that was offered to him.
The girls found him quite charming, so old fashioned and gallant towards them. It was such a pleasant change from their own rough lovers and the crude townsmen that each girl found herself harboring a desire to seduce the old man and teach him a little about the real joys of the world. They drank together for a little over an hour and soon discovered that the old boy could really put it away.
Before long the communards were all feeling tipsy, but to their amazement the pastor seemed as sober as when he had entered the house. He matched them glass for glass and Bill soon realized that they were about to be drunk under the table.
It was an amusing situation and the passionate youngsters found themselves warming to their guest. He became more intimate with them and soon loosened his tongue. A man in his position knew a lot about the secret lives of the citizens of the small town and they had soon milked him of a series of anecdotes that would have stood a professional blackmailer in good stead.
Several of the communards were too drunk to keep their eyes open and drifted off to bed, careful to let the pastor see that they slept in separate quarters. Finally only Steve and Joy were left with the old man and the conversation began to be more intimate by the second.
Pastor Lionel asked them if they were living in sin and there seemed to be no point in deceiving him. The old man was quite sharp for his years and would be able to see through any false story. They admitted that love was free on the commune and asked him his opinion of their life style. He thought for a while and then answered them.
"Well, my children," he began, "it's not for me to judge you. That will come later in your lives. I've lived for a long time and I've seen a lot of strange things. I've learned not to condemn anybody until I myself have sampled his life style. It's the only fair way of doing things."
Steve and Joy looked at each other in shock. The old man seemed to be hinting that he wanted an invitation to join in on the goings-on of the commune. They couldn't believe it at first, but he dropped several other hints that soon convinced them of his sincerity.
Steve approached him directly, asking politely if the pastor wished Jo make love to Joy, in order to see if he liked their way of life. The old man had been waiting for that very question and responded so quickly and favorably that they were sure he was somehow trying to trick them.
He asked if there was a private room in the house, one where they could spend a few hours alone. Steve led him to an outlying wing of the house, an extension that had been built as a storage unit. He was about to leave the man in Joy's competent hands, but Pastor Lionel insisted that he stayed and kept them company.
The handsome lad shrugged his shoulders and cleared off a few chairs to sit down on. There was a mattress in the middle of the bare floor and the pastor kept looking at it with a meaningful expression on his face. He cleared his throat and asked Joy to undress for him.
Joy smiled at him and rose to her feet. She was a compulsive exhibitionist and liked nothing better than to strip before an audience. She pretended that the room had filled with music and then removed her clothing slowly, letting one garment after another fall to the floor beneath her.
First she unbuttoned her blouse, smiling coyly at her two admirers and then she flipped the flimsy garment from her tan shoulders. She threw it into the pastor's face and he sighed at the fresh aroma of her healthy young body. He looked like a man who was really ready to get laid.
Her shoes were quickly kicked off and placed under her chair. Next she peeled her stockings from her long voluptuous legs, rubbing the nylon against her body and unhooking her garters with a look of pure lust on her pretty face. Her skirt was next to go and she remained for a while clad only in brassiere and panties and garter belt.
These last items were soon to follow their predecessors. The garter belt was quickly unfastened and then Joy reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She would have liked to ask the pastor to help her, but didn't dare press her luck. The man might change his mind at the first suggestion that they were taking advantage of him.
Finally her panties fell to her shapely feet and the old man let out a sigh of relief. It had probably been years since he had seen a girl that young in a state of complete nudity and he stared at her so intensely that Joy thought he must be trying to memorize the contours and outlines of her shapely body.
The old man rose to his feet and quickly got out of his own clothing, telling Steve to do the same. They disrobed in a matter of minutes and soon all three stood naked and shivering in the crisp night air. Gooseflesh formed all over their exposed limbs and Joy suggested that they lay down together for warmth.
It was just the thing for the tired old man and he licked his lips in anticipation. The three of them lay down on the lumpy mattress and huddled together for warmth. Before long Joy felt an unfamiliar hand wander across her torso and knew that the fun had begun.
She rolled toward the pastor, turning her back on Steve and presenting him with a breathtaking view of her lushly padded buttocks. The pastor sighed at the proximity of her big tits and leaned over to inspect them more closely. The old boy was as blind as a coot, but knew how to use his finger in place of his eyes.
His hands were gnarled and cold but they were so gentle and sensitive that Joy could not help but react to their touch. She had stayed with the pastor out of a sense of duty to the commune, but now found herself desiring the man for his own sake. She had never been to bed with a man that age and was full of curiosity as to his performance.
"You are very lovely, my dear," he whispered to her, "very lovely indeed. You could make an old man happy if you wanted to. If you are good to me I might consider using my influence in the community on behalf of your commune."
He would not have chosen his words better. It was exactly what the worried youngsters had been hoping for and Steve had to restrain himself from letting out a whoop of joy. He suppressed his desires and sat back to watch the old man make his first move. If nothing else it was bound to be interesting, a new experience.
Joy went down on the pastor immediately, giving him no chance for hesitation or second thoughts. She didn't want to blow things and knew that once he tasted her firm young body they would have a permanent ally. The honest girl had no intention of blackmailing their benefactor, but knew that he would soon be on their side anyway.
She bent her head down and slipped her lips onto his withered old penis. To her delight the tired organ leaped immediately to life. The septuagenarian was showing a virility surprising in a man of his years. She was determined to show him the best time of his life.
It wasn't difficult to please Pastor Lionel. He hadn't been getting laid much lately, as he had had to be careful. A man in his position couldn't be too cautious with a town full of nosy old gossips. He was worried at first, but the insistent pressure of Joy's lips was too much to resist and soon blanked his mind of all unpleasant thoughts.
Joy worked him over like a professional. She licked at the white head of his dick until it was purple and swollen. Her tongue moved so fast that she looked like a hummingbird gathering nectar. When she was satisfied that his prick was as hard as it was likely to become she switched her attentions to the slender shaft.
The pastor wasn't too well-hung and it was easy for her to take in the full length of his rod. She swallowed it down with one easy motion and let it remain buried in her warm moist throat. Her lips brushed against his pubic hairs and she used her teeth to bite into his dry flesh, the taut skin that covered his midsection.
The pastor sighed with relief and anticipation. He had not been able to get it up for a long time, but it looked like the young voluptuary would take care of the problem for him. He regretted that he had stayed away from Cunt Shack for so long. Everybody in the town had been getting it but him and it was time to get his share.
Joy loved the feeling of power that she got from sucking off the old man. She pulled out all the stops and soon had him roaring with lust. It was a comical sight to see the old boy in a state of erection and once again Steve had to hold back his laughter.
She held his prick in her mouth and continued to suck him off. She used long slow strokes of her agile tongued and then switched to her teeth. Joy knew how to use her teeth without hurting a man. She chewed gently on his rod until the tickling pressure had him hot and ready.
It would have been easy to make the old man remove his shaft from her mouth and fuck her, but Joy felt a sense of duty toward the commune. She was determined to blow him until he had filled her mouth with cream. It would be interesting to see how long he could resist her blandishments, a test of her skills.
The pastor lay flat on his back and Joy squatted over him, rolling her eyes provocatively so that he would become even hotter. He looked down in amazement at her untrammeled sensuality. Joy was the kind of girl he had always dreamed of fucking and he intended to make full use of her lovely and talented body.
She sucked at his prick with a vengeance. Her head bobbed up and down like a machine, drawing the soul from his body with every passionate stroke. The old boy moaned and groaned, begging her to slow down, but Joy knew her business and had no intention of letting him rest.
His prick had become thicker and now filled her mouth to capacity. Once he was worked up the old boy was easily the equal of a younger man, in size as well as virility. He began to rock forward on his hips, shoving his prick further into her mouth until Joy thought she would puke.
It amused her to see how passionate the pastor had become and she let him plunge as far as he wanted into her tormenting mouth. She used her lips, teeth and tongue to perfection, licking and sucking and nibbling at his rod until the old man was ready to fly.
She knew that he would come soon and redoubled the pace of her attack. Before long the pastor was bellowing like a bull and talking to her in words that were, to say the least, somewhat inappropriate to his station in life.
"That's it baby," he moaned to her, "suck my big dick hippy mama. Suck me off and I'll fill you with scum. I've been dying to get into one of you girls for years and now I'll never let you go. Blow me, you beautiful slut and I'll come all over your face."
It was all Steve could do to keep from bursting into laughter, but Joy found it quite stimulating. It was touching to see an old man so happy and she felt a rush of affection for him. It was a challenge to turn him on and she felt a new sense of pride and achievement.
She took his prick all the way into her throat and told him to hurry and come while his strength lasted. The pastor chuckled at the unnecessary warning and told her she had nothing to worry about. He was as good as any man in the town and would show her the best time of her life.
He reared back and began to buck like a stallion, belying his sixty years with the force of his passionate assault. He pumped a few more times and then his prick began to spurt. The pastor shot at least three times, filling her to overflow with his sperm.
When Joy thought he had finished, she let go of his prick, but was surprised to discover that the old boy had plenty of scum left in his withered scrotum. He shot once again, all over her pretty face. She was soon covered with a mantle of sticky sperm and the pastor laughed at the sight of the viscous fluid running down her pretty face.
"What a sight," Steve laughed, "you thought the old boy couldn't even get it up and now you're covered with scum."
She was annoyed at first, but soon realized that it was best to take such things lightly. Joy was a good-natured girl and soon found herself laughing at the event, along with her men. The pastor pulled himself together and told her that he wanted to fuck her.
Joy was shocked at his virility, not having expected a man of his age to be able to get it up more than once in the same week, let alone right after he had finished coming. She took his rod in her soft hands and let her fingers bring him to another state of erection.
"Why don't we fuck her together?" the pastor suggested to the passionate Steve. "I'm a little old for this and you could help me control the young filly."
"Sounds like a groovy idea to me," Steve rejoindered. "You fuck her in the cunt and I'll take care of her ass-hole. Joy-likes it like that."
Once again Joy got angry at her men, but the thought of two pricks was enough to stifle her complaints. She loved servicing two men at a time, it was a way to prove her desirability and talent. She shrugged her shoulders and told them to begin.
Steve lay her on her side and then sat back to let the pastor get into her. The old boy was more tired than he let on and had some difficulty fitting himself into her clinging pussy. After a great deal of effort he was firmly ensconced in her honey pot and told Steve to hurry up and enter her ass-hole.
"I don't know how long I can keep it up," he chuckled, "You young folks are likely to drive me into an early grave. This girl will be the death of me."
"Don't worry about it pop," she answered him affectionately, "you'll probably do better than Steve here who's lucky when he can get it up at all."
Her words were carefully chosen for the express purpose of irritating the two men and forcing them to give her their all. She was all worked up from the blow job she had just bestowed on the pastor and needed to be satisfied quickly. Joy wasn't the type of girl who let herself be frustrated and Steve knew they were in for a rough time.
He grabbed her creamy buttocks and separated them with his strong hands. Placing a finger into her tiny pink bunghole as if to test the temperature, he saw that she was already lubricated with her own ample pussy juice. He forced the first four inches of his big prick into her and felt her squirm from the pressure.
"Alright, father," he said, "Let's really do a number on her now. Don't let her off easy or she'll never respect you. Joy's the type of girl that-likes it long and hard and often. Let's see what you can do."
So saying, he forced his big nine inch cock all the way into her ass-hole, causing her to cry out for mercy. The pastor took the hint quickly and forced his own rod into her cunt. He could practically feel the young man's cock rubbing against his own, so narrowly separated were the two organs.
Joy felt as though she were made out of cock. It was turning out far better than she had expected. She couldn't move a muscle owing to the two throbbing pricks and let her body relax to allow them to move within her. It looked like she was in for a pretty good time.
It took a while for the two men to adjust their rhythm. At first they tried to alternate strokes, but it just didn't seem to work out. It was easier to push in together and before long they were plowing her in perfect harmony. Their bodies were soon covered with sweat.
"Fuck me harder," she screamed at them, "you're a couple of pussies. My little brother could fuck me better than that. Do I have to jerk myself off or are you two faggots going to get together and do me better?"
It was a challenge that could not be ignored and the two men rose quickly to the occasion. Now they had no trouble coordinating their strokes and soon had the lovely girl too tired and busy to complain about their techniques. They would show her how real men fucked a woman.
They pounded away at her voluptuous body, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. Before long she was ready to shoot her load and her cries soon became incoherent. Joy arched her back and tried to take both at once. They laughed at her and asked if she was still unsatisfied.
Joy was too far gone to answer her tormentors. She let out one last cry and her body began to move like a snake. She twisted and turned in a final effort to suck in the full length of both cocks and then let it all go at last. It was an orgasm to remember.
The lucky girl felt as if her whole body were dissolving. Nothing remained of her but her cunt and sore ass-hole. She came again and again, one spasm after another, until she had flooded them with cunt honey. Both men could see that their balls were flooded with fuck juices and quickened their pace so that they could come before she dried out.
The old pastor was able to hold out the longest. Steve preferred the feel of a tight ass-hole to anything in the world and soon felt that he could hold out no longer. He fucked her faster and faster until his cock made loud popping noises as it left her dry clinging ass-hole.
He shoved his prick in one last time and then left it buried in her bunghole as he shot his load. Joy felt as if she would be shot across the room by the force of his climax, but held on until the spitting organ had finished its work and lay in her ass-hole limp and spent.
Then, she was able to turn all her attention to the old pastor who was still plugging her heroically. He bucked backward and forward, surprising her with his vigor and virility. She gritted her teeth and did her best to bring him to orgasm. It looked like a long up hill battle, but she was determined to win.
"Come on, gramps," she taunted him, "I'm dying for your cream. Come in me and I'll flood you with pussy juice. You're just the thing for a young girl, so let me see how fast you can fill me with cream."
Some men would have been intimidated by her words, but the pastor was not. He let it serve as a stimulus to his tired organ and was soon ready to comply with her wishes. He was too tired to move his body anymore, so he buried his prick to the hilt and let her tight inner vaginal muscles do all the work for him.
Within minutes he had shot his load. He pulled back once and then fired a salvo of sperm into her cunt that was at least the equal of what Steve had pumped into her ass. He disengaged himself, delighted at what he had been able to accomplish, and looked at the youngsters for praise.
Steve reached over and clapped him heartily on the back. The old guy had shown a lot of spirit and he wondered if he could find some other way to satisfy him. The pastor wanted only to rest at that point, so the considerate lad went into the kitchen to find him some more wine.
He returned to find the old man hale and hearty and asked him if there was anything else he wanted to do. Parson Lionel was pretty busy at that point, eating out Joy's tender fragrant pussy, but he turned to the lad and told him that he indeed had something on his mind.
He had a specific request that he seemed shy about making in front of Joy. Steve told him to get over his inhibitions. The communards considered any form of sex acceptable and refused no man his satisfaction. He developed his theme at length, with specific examples that left the old man shaking with lust.
Finally he came out with it. He had lost interest in women but still desired the attentions of men. He explained that he had turned to homosexuality during his years of study in the seminary. There had been no women available and the boys had made do with what they had.
Steve looked him askance at first. Homosexuality was not his bag and he had no intention of taking it up the ass for the pastor or anybody else. He explained his position and the old man explained that he would do all the work. All he wanted to do was give Steve a blow job. He would make no other demands.
Steve shrugged his shoulders. Anything to make the old boy happy. He insisted that Joy remain in the room and prepared himself for the pastor's assault.
CHAPTER SIX
Joy giggled at the thought of what was to follow. She had taken her lumps satisfying the two lusty bulls and it would be fun to sit back and watch them work on each other. Steve gave her a filthy look, but she ignored him completely, chuckling to herself in anticipation.
Pastor Lionel told the young man to stand up with his back against the wall. It was full of splinters, but the young man was afraid to alienate their potential ally by refusing. He winced as the first sliver of wood punctured the thick skin of his ass.
The old man took in the scene and then dropped to his knees. He looked up at the handsome well-hung lad and then took his rod in hand. First he licked his palms and then rubbed both across the stiffening machine. It was a new trick and stimulated Steve, despite his inhibitions.
The old boy really knew how to work on a man and Steve wondered how many other pricks he had served in his day. Pastor Lionel reached out for his prick and had soon surrounded the thick head with his dried up lips. His mouth was anything but dry and he slobbered all over the big prick until it was dripping with saliva.
"Let me watch," said Joy, fascinated by his technique. "You can probably teach me a lot."
The old man's mouth was too full to answer with, but he motioned her beside him cheerfully. It was fun to show the youngsters what an old man could do and he had no objection whatsoever to an audience. Joy sat directly beside his kneeling figure and laughed to herself once again.
Parson Lionel intended to give Steve a better blowjob then he himself had received from Joy. His whole heart and soul was in his work. He licked at the head until it was purple and swollen and then let it drip from his mouth. He wanted to feel the hairy balls in his mouth.
He took it in, one ball at a time, until Steve was sighing with pleasure. He had to admit that the old boy knew what he was doing. Steve would have been content to let his balls be sucked for hours, but Lionel was not to be satisfied with that alone.
He returned his attentions to the big prick and soon had it buried to the hilt in his clinging mouth. His lips brushed against Steven's coarse pubic hair and the lad had to agree that he hadn't had a better blowjob in years. The talented girls of the commune could hardly compare with the old man, who used fifty years of experience to compensate for his lack of youth and vitality.
Steve shrugged his shoulders and let his body react on its own. There was no point in fighting the old man and taking the chance of alienating his affections. It seemed wiser just to lay back and let him work to his satisfaction. He regretted his position, however, for the coarse pine splinters had turned his ass into a pincushion. After a while, even this feeling became stimulating.
The parson ran his hands along Steve's muscular legs and then reached around for his ass-hole. He buried one thin finger into the virgin hole and used it as a lever to control the lusty young man's movements.
"What the fuck are you doing," said Steve nervously. He wasn't used to having his ass-hole assaulted and began to feel humiliated by the whole scene. Why had it had to be him who was bound to service the old pervert, he wondered. There were three other guys in the commune, but as usual he was the one getting the shitty end of the stick.
The parson didn't bother to answer him, but kept on using his finger to slow down Steve's pace. Before long the lad had adjusted himself to the penetration and found that it was increasing his pleasure. It was only a matter of time before he filled the old man with cream.
He bucked his body back and forth, watching as his dick emerged from the old man's mouth covered with a patina of sticky saliva. It was amazing that the parson could hold out that long. The man didn't seem to need any air at all, but could hold out indefinitely without breathing.
Parson Lionel used every trick in the book. He varied his strokes, alternating between quick licking motions and long agonizing penetration. It was the best time he had had in years and he felt that it would be no task at all to help the lusty youngsters in their hour of need. He would tell them as soon as he had finished sucking Steve's cock.
He continued to suck passionately at the throbbing rod that filled his mouth to capacity. He could tell that Steve was on the verge of orgasm and slowed him down to delay the inevitable moment. It was impossible to hinder the virile stallion and he resigned himself to an early termination of his good time.
Steve was not inclined to be gentle with the old man. He felt humiliated at having to be blown in Joy's presence and knew that she would tell the whole commune what had happened. There was no way out of it for him, but he decided to make the parson pay for his fun.
He was beyond worrying about the community, since they had left him all the dirty work. He shoved his prick into Parson Lionel's mouth with vengeance, determined to make the old man gag on the load. He got no reaction whatsoever, which annoyed him all the more.
Joy giggled at the sight, knowing exactly what was passing through Steve's mind. She would indeed inform on him and embellish the story to show that he had enjoyed himself as much as the pastor. They were very competitive with each other and she felt that she had something on him at last.
Steve was ready to go. He bucked harder and faster, but still got no reaction from the kneeling figure beneath him. It was as if the man wanted more violence, as if he needed it to stimulate his tired body. Steve gave up and decided to come as soon as possible.
He leaned forward one last time and then shot his load directly between the parted lips. The parson drank it down greedily, not allowing a single drop to escape his greedy mouth. The sperm was delicious and he rolled it around in his mouth as if it were champagne.
Steve's torment was finally over. He helped the old man to his feet and told Joy to pick the splinters out of his bleeding ass. She suppressed her giggles and obeyed him. The joke had gone far enough and she had no desire to humiliate her boyfriend any further.
She removed them gently while the old man climbed back into his clerical robes. Steve offered to drive him back to town, but the old man refused. He said that he felt better than he had in years and was quite capable of taking care of himself.
"Now don't you young folks worry about a thing," he told them gently. "I can see that you're living clean and healthy lives up here and I'm going to visit you more often in the future. I'll get those parishioners off your back or die trying."
It was just what they had wanted to hear and the relieved youngsters thanked him warmly. Joy helped him into his coat and escorted him to the door. She kissed him good-bye and told him that the other communards would be glad to make love to him in the future He thanked her and said farewell with great courtesy.
Joy returned to the room and before she knew what was happening was lying on the floor holding the side of her face. Steve was in a rage, disgusted at having to service the old man in his perversions and intended to take it out on her. She accepted his punishment and rolled over onto her hands and knees so that he could spank her.
Steve ripped his belt from his pants and began to whale away at her irresistible buttocks. The girl had asked for it and he would give her a spanking that she would remember for weeks. He used the thick belt like a whip, banging away at the soft flesh of her ass until it had turned pink and sore from his efforts.
He beat her with gusto, knowing that Joy was the type of girl who enjoyed being spanked. He turned to her soft thighs, realizing that he was getting nowhere with her ass. Joy waved her big creamy buttocks in his face as if to dare him to do his worst. The spanking was even more stimulating than the orgy she had enjoyed.
She began to balk when he worked on the sensitive skin of her thighs and soon found herself begging for mercy. Steve ignored her pleas and beat her until she was covered with welts and lumps. He was feeling good at that point and had no intention of truncating his pleasure.
"Please stop," she squeaked, "you're killing me. I'll blow you or let you fuck me up the ass, but stop before you make me bleed. I'll do anything for you Steve."
The angry lad soon came to his senses and stopped beating her before he did her any real damage. She got to her feet and suggested that they go to the sleeping room to tell their friends of their success. It was something that everybody wanted to hear.
Steve agreed and they were soon surprised to see that everybody was already awake. The communards had kept their ears pressed to the walls and had overheard everything that had happened. They had happy looks on their handsome young faces and hastened to tease the lucky couple.
"Got a pretty good blow-job didn't you Steve?" Larry taunted him, "Are you going to go gay from now on now that you see how much fun it is?"
"Yeah," continued Bill, "I bet we'll have to watch out for our ass-holes from now on. Everybody sleep on his back tonight or you'll find a dick up your ass."
"And what about Joy here," Linda giggled. "I think she's in love with the old coot. You guys aren't going to be able to satisfy her now that she's gotten a taste of a real dick."
The bantering continued for a few minutes and soon Joy and Steve joined in on the laughter. It had been an amusing incident, and had more importantly insured the survival of the community. Pastor Lionel was an important man in the town and with his influence they could be sure that they would henceforth be welcome.
Steve filled them in on what Pastor Lionel had said and they decided to celebrate their good fortune with a group orgy. Sandy and Doris were too tired to participate, but the other youngsters were ready to go. They paired off nicely and within five minutes the mattress-covered floor heaved beneath their panting bodies.
Steve chose the passionate Chris to be his first partner. He was tired of Joy's effronteries and wanted a girl who was shy and responsive. Chris was somewhat out of place on the commune and often had to force herself to take part in the orgies. She had come from a good home and fought a constant battle with herself.
Half of her wanted to go home and live a normal life, but she could never refuse the approach of a handsome male. Steve was especially appealing to her and she knew that he would make her forget all about her troubles. She threw herself into his arms and told him to take care of her.
It was just the thing to appeal to his protective side and Steve soon warmed to his task. He crushed her in his arms and caressed her lovely auburn hair, drinking in its perfume and feeling his prick begin to harden against the soft contours of her luscious body.
Chris had to take a backseat to nobody, as far as good looks were concerned. She may not have been as demonstrative about her sexuality as Sandy or Joy, but she was a hot-loving girl who could turn on any man. She was tall and slender, with a full set of tits that jutted proudly from her slender chest. Her nipples were especially appealing, pink discs of tender flesh that could harden in an instant.
Steve stripped her lovingly, removing one garment at a time until she stood naked and beautiful before his admiring eyes. He let his gaze travel along her beautiful shapely legs until they rested on her reddish brown bush. He remembered the last time he had gotten into that bewitching hole and could hardly wait to start on her.
Joy grabbed hold of Larry, a lad who was well-hung as a bull. She needed something extra to get her started that night and knew that his prick wouldn't fail to elicit the response she craved. She walked over to him and invited him to fuck her, getting an answer that made her body quiver with anticipation.
Bill paired off with Cindy and Linda with George. These four decided to have a group scene right at the outset. There was no point waiting for the others to get warmed up. They retired to a far corner of the room and discussed how they wanted to make it. The night was young and they anticipated a plethora of lustful activity that would leave their bodies limp and exhausted.
Doris and Sandy slept side by side, ignoring the noise of the passionate lovers and snuggling up against each other for warmth. They would wait for everyone to fall asleep and then spend the night in lesbian love. It was something to look forward to and they giggled to each other as they heard the passionate sounds of the orgy.
Steve smiled into Chris's bottomless green eyes and told her to lie down on the floor. He wanted to get his tongue into her fragrant bush. She obeyed him quickly and parted her legs invitingly. It was a sight that no man could resist and he rose to the occasion without hesitation.
He bent over her and used his stubble to excite her lovely tits. When the nipples were hard and puckered, darker than they usually were, he turned his attention to her cunt. She sighed with ecstasy, wondering how he always knew just what she wanted from him. Steve seemed to have psychic powers and she felt herself falling in love with him.
He parted her moist labia and ran his tongue along her prominent clitoris. The little pink organ had given Chris all sorts of trouble in the past, to the point where she had considered an operation. It was not abnormally large, but was so prominent and sensitive that a tight pair of panties were enough to drive her mad.
Steve worked on the tiny organ until it swelled up and filled with blood. He then turned his attentions to her dripping vulva, plunging his tongue directly into the enchanting flesh. He licked every available inch of her orifice until she begged him for mercy.
"Fuck me now," she whispered timidly, "I want you Steve. I want to feel that big hard dick of yours pounding into my tight little cunt. I'll do anything for you if you'll only treat me right. Please fuck me baby."
Steve needed no encouragement. "I'll fuck you darling," he answered, "until your pussy's dripping with cream. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I've got to get into that hot box of yours."
She blushed at his words, but spread her legs to facilitate his entry. Steve mounted her gracefully, lowering his heavy body onto her so that she could smell the redolent sweat that covered his limbs. He was a real man and she could hardly wait to take in his throbbing prick.
Chris moaned as he effected his entrance. She was too timid to cry out aloud, but he knew that he had her going. She was too passionate to resist a man and he could feel the muscles of her cunt spread apart as he got into her. They closed quickly around his distended rod, squeezing it like an udder.
He used long slow strokes on her at first, thankful that she was not a demanding bitch like Joy or Linda. He liked his women shy and appreciated her silence. Nothing was more annoying than a woman who bellowed like a longshoreman, yelling in his ear to fuck her harder until he lost interest in the whole thing.
Her cunt was dripping with fuck juice he could hardly feel his prick as it slid in and out of her canal. Their bodies clung together, making wet noises like that of the ocean washing up against a deserted stretch of beach. It was a beautiful experience for both of them.
Larry and Joy were not so delicate in their modus operandi. There was no personal affection between them and they used their bodies greedily, draining their vitality from each other rapaciously. Joy dropped to her knees and took the big prick into her mouth. It was twice the size of Steve's and infinitely larger than the pastor's withered stick.
She sucked at it with passion, using her best techniques to drive him wild with lust. Larry was an easy-going guy, but once aroused was like a bull in heat. He looked down at her with glassy eyes, amazed at the skill with which she serviced his heaving rod.
He tired of the game quickly and decided that he would prefer to fuck her cunt. He told her to get on her hands and knees and soon was ready to enter her. She waved her ass provocatively before his face, knowing that it would make him fuck her twice as hard. She hoped that he would ignore her sore ass-hole, which had been adequately reamed by the virile Steve just an hour previously.
Larry went in for none of the erotic refinements. He liked nothing better than a warm cunt, preferring it to any mouth or ass-hole in the world. His needs were simple, but few girls could take in his foot-long shaft without crying out for mercy. He knew that Joy would take in every inch and beg him for more.
He entered her from the rear, squatting behind her and parting her buttocks and labia with his thick fingers.
"That's it big daddy," she crooned as he finally entered her aching pussy, "shove that big thing of yours into me until I cream all over it."
He obeyed her with alacrity, feeling happy that he had at last found a woman who could weather mighty thrusts. Larry moaned like a horse as he fucked her, exciting her with the primitive sounds of his lust. She ground her body up against him, matching his strokes with her passionate gyrations until he was mad with lust.
Bill and Cindy and Linda and George were quite busy on their own and hardly noticed the amourous activities around them. They were fucking side by side and eventually decided to alternate partners. The girls received a few strokes from each one and then got to taste the other prick for a few moments before returning to the original lover.
The boys made a game of it, forcing the girls to guess which prick they were receiving. Cindy always guessed correctly, but Linda became confused and was punished again and again by hard slaps on her prominent buttocks. She didn't admit it, but the blows were even more stimulating than the feel of the huge organs hollowing out her gorgeous dripping pussy.
She played along with them until they realized that they had to find a more meaningful punishment for her stupidity. They fucked her up the ass whenever she guessed wrong and the insistent pressure soon made her able to identify the big pricks. She suggested that they try something different, that the boys work on them one at a time.
The resolution was adopted unanimously. She was the first to be worked on and felt Bill's hard prick slide into her already lubricated ass-hole as George continued to plug her cunt. Cindy got into the act as well, squatting over Linda's face and demanding that the passionate voluptuary eat out her pussy.
The taste of that cunt drove her to distraction. She liked to feel another woman squirming from her manipulations and almost forgot the two pricks that were reaming her body as she worked Cindy over. She thought that she would explode from all the stimulation.
Steve was almost ready to fill Chris with his come but wanted her to get off first. He talked to her, urging her to let go and get her rocks off. She blushed at his language, but soon was pumping her pelvis and crashing her cunt into his muscular midsection. It was only a matter of time before she flooded him with cunt honey.
They came together finally, Chris moaning with lust as she let out a stream of hot fuck juices. Steve slammed his body into her and gave her a double shot of cream. She took it all in and looked up at him with pure love in her eyes. He disengaged his limbs reluctantly, thinking that he preferred her to any girl in the commune. They got to their feet to watch the three other couples make love.
It was quite a show and even the prudish Chris found her cunt dripping with voyeuristic excitement. Larry was fucking Joy up the ass, making her scream with lust and pain. She had asked for it, taunting him until the mild-mannered lad had found the one way to tame her.
Blood was dripping out of her swollen bunghole and it was a matter of time before she passed out from the pain. Larry was merciless, ignoring her every plea until she finally shut up and resigned herself to her fate. It was stimulating to watch, but nothing compared to what was going on in the far corner of the darkened room.
Bill and George were fucking Cindy. They had managed to fit both their pricks into her gaping cunt at one time. Bill lay beneath her and George above, practically crushing Bill with his weight. Cindy screamed with ecstasy, demanding another dick to fill her mouth. Steve couldn't resist her appeal and came over to satisfy her.
The girl was a veritable fuck machine, capable of servicing a room full of lusty studs. She wished she had yet another prick to jerk off, but Larry was too too busy buggering Joy to comply with her wishes. She worked on her three lovers, actually getting the best of them until they despaired of conquering the passionate slut.
Sweat poured off her lovely face, smearing her make-up until it ran down her in streaks. She felt smothered by the three pounding bodies, but held her ground relentlessly. It would take more than three men to satisfy her. She continued to jerk her body from one lover to the next, hardly noticing the prick that filled her mouth.
Chris watched in amazement and then admitted to herself that she too wanted to be fucked by more than one man at a time. It was a difficult decision for her to make, but the sight of the passionate Cindy was too much to resist. She waited until the three men had flooded her cunt and mouth with their frothing semen and then offered her own body to anybody who wanted to fuck her.
It was what they had all been waiting for. Steve took a brief rest, but Bill, Larry and George were soon available. They ran over to her and threw the innocent girl to the floor. If she wanted an orgy they would give her the real thing, a fucking she would never forget.
The non-participants formed a semi-circle around the happy girl and watched as the three virile males divided her amongst themselves. George got her ass-hole, while Larry forced his huge dick into her straining mouth. Bill settled for the palpitating cunt, filling it to capacity with his huge throbbing dick.
They arranged her so that all three could fuck her at once. She was placed squatting on her heels. George lay beneath her and stretched upward to fit his rod into her ass-hole. Bill sat on George's legs and fucked her frontally, filling her cunt with his rod. Larry straddled the three bodies, getting his balance before he stuffed his sausage into her lovely parted lips.
It was the most stimulating thing Chris had ever experienced. All her inhibitions vanished into thin air with the feel of the three cocks that filled her every orifice. She looked over at Steve to see if he approved of her activities. He was indeed a little jealous and possessive, but soon assured her that he didn't mind a bit.
"Go ahead Chris," he urged her, "Have a good time and then I'll fuck you some more. We're all brothers and sisters here and nobody owns anybody else. You get your rocks off good and then come back to me."
It was all she had to hear. Chris began to rock her body back and forth, burying the two dicks alternately into her ass-hole and dripping cunt. Nor did she ignore the huge organ that was buried in her throat. She licked and sucked at it until it was shiny with her saliva. Larry grinned down at her and told her she was giving him a terrific blow-job, the best he had had in weeks.
Chris had been afraid that she would be unable to take on three men at once, but her confidence grew with leaps and bounds as she discovered how little it took to satisfy them. She felt like a real woman at last and knew that she would never again want to leave the commune.
Her three lovers appreciated her passionate exertions and responded with gratitude. She felt a million hands clutching at her breasts and buttocks until she could barely tell them apart. The breath was practically crushed from her body by the three bulls, but she held her ground, determined to see the orgy to its end.
She twisted and turned, gyrating in a thousand directions until her body was covered with sweat and her nostrils full of the odor of masculine lust. Her lovers never relented for a minute, plugging her every hole until she felt her cunt begin to run dry.
Larry was the first to come. He plunged his huge prick all the way into her throat and shot a double load of come that seemed to fill her to the scalp. She had scum coming out of her mouth and nostrils, but struggled to get every last drop down her gulping throat.
Now she could concentrate on the other two lovers, who were both at the verge of orgasm. Chris was almost too tired to move, but drove her aching body one step further in order to bring them to climax. She twisted beneath them, swinging her lushly padded hips until they could resist her no longer.
George and Bill matched their strokes perfectly. They slammed their bodies into her in unison until all three were on the verge of the final lustful release. All three came simultaneously, flooding each other's bodies with come. The smell was overpowering and they hurried to separate themselves and dry off.
It would have taken a master plumber to separate them properly, but the youngsters managed on their own. The three lusty males helped Chris onto her wobbly feet and handed her a clean towel. She thanked them and looked over to her lover Steve to see if he had been pleased with her performance.
"That was fantastic," he told her enthusiastically, "I got so hot watching you that I practically had to jerk off. You looked so beautiful fucking all of them that I'm going to get into that snatch of yours again myself."
Chris was delighted at his enthusiasm and quickly dropped to all fours to do Steve's bidding. He looked at her creamy buttocks and knew that he had to get into that rosebud ass-hole. He reamed it out with his finger until it was dripping with moisture and then told her to try to relax. He would be as gentle as possible.
He received no answer, for Chris was more than ready to let him corn-hole her. She waved her beautiful ass in his face as she had seen Joy do to Larry. It was an uncharacteristically bold step for the shy beauty and her lover appreciated its significance.
Steve took her without further ado. He slipped his big rod into her pink ass-hole and buried it to the hilt. She screamed with pain at first, but soon learned to roll with the blows. In no time she was able to take his most violent strokes without complaint.
He buggered her slowly and lovingly, relishing every instant that his prick was buried in the yielding irresistible flesh. She looked so beautiful lying at his feet that Steve was driven to new heights of passion. He finished with her quickly, using his fingers to work on her
She really and truly loved it, to her great surprise. Her wild and furious passion rose higher and higher and higher.
Steve stuffed it into her and pounded her big pink clitoris so that she enjoyed it as much as he.
The passionate lovers came together, he flooding her sore and bleeding ass-hole with what seemed like a gallon of soothing come. He watched her cunt palpitating and could see the juices flowing out from between her labia. He helped her to her feet and they soon retired for the evening.
Chris curled up like a pangolin, grinding her ass into Steve's chest as if she were a little girl. They listened to the sounds of passionate love making for a few minutes but were soon fast asleep. They awoke eight hours later curled in each other's arms.
The orgy did not last too much longer. One by one the participants had to beg off, using exhaustion as their excuse. Even Joy had to call it a night eventually and curled up alone in a corner, with her finger planted firmly up her still raging cunt.
Doris and Sandy waited until the others had fallen asleep and then began a bout of sapphic love that endured until the early hours of the morning. The commune had been saved and the members slept easily with a good conscience. They had a few surprises waiting for them the next morning.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Strange things happened in the little town the following day. The usual indolence was broken by a series of events that would be talked about for the next decade. The results of the day's activities took weeks to sort out, but ended in such a manner that even the victims were not altogether sorry about what had happened.
The morning had passed quietly enough, but shortly after noon the town was stirred to awareness by an invasion of an unknown motorcycle gang. Nobody knew where the Wild Angels had come from nor where they were headed. They seemed to ride in on the wind, destroying all in their path and then as quickly vanish, never to be seen again.
They arrived in the central square of the town and soon made themselves quite at home. They piled into the only saloon in town and ordered all the beer that was available. Mr. Smythe was worried about them but hardly dared to disobey their orders. To compound the situation the only cop in the town was out on vacation.
Before long the twenty hoodlums had destroyed Mr. Smythe's bar and grill and were out on the streets looking for action. Joe Thanatos, the leader, soon discovered that there was nobody worth fighting in the town and decided to look for some sexual action instead.
They tore through the narrow streets, breaking windows and kicking in doors. It was like a scene from a Hollywood war movie, but the townsmen took it closer to heart. They tried to hide from the rampaging delinquents, but entirely without success.
The Wild Angels broke into every house that looked interesting, but could come up with no suitably attractive females. Fortunately, most of the girls were at the local high school and were not expected home for hours. Perhaps by that time the gang would be gone.
The town looked like it had been bombed. Telephone poles were uprooted from the ground. Stores were looted and their merchandise scattered in the streets. Nothing was sacred to the Angels and they even depredated the church. The altar was devastated as if by an invasion of Vandals and Goths.
Still the gang could find no women. They were worked up into a frenzy by the alcohol they had polished off and were like a bunch of bulls in heat. They wandered through the town with huge erections sticking out of their flies, willing to fuck anything in skirts.
The only women available were the town housewives, who were dragged from their homes and stripped in the streets. Mrs. Perry was the first to be taken from her home and had to service a dozen of the hoodlums before they finally let her go. They hung her over a rail that had been used in the last century for hitching horses and took turns fucking her cunt and ass-hole until she was too exhausted to move.
Mrs. Jones was forced to suck off the leader of the gang before an admiring audience of their followers. They cheered Joe on, encouraging him to fill her mouth with scum until the poor woman thought she would choke on his huge throbbing prick. Joe had a prick like a horse and used it to drive her to distraction. No plea for mercy worked on the insane gangsters and they promised to stay until they had fucked every woman in town. Even Mrs. Hammertroth was pulled from her home and forced to service them.
She, in fact, suffered more than any woman in town. Joe liked older woman, and made a special point of forcing her to do a strip-tease in the main square of the town. It was a grotesque sight, but the perverted Angels took it in and gathered around her for a gang-bang.
They fucked her by twos and threes until she felt sure that she would die of shame and abuse. They made her take every degrading posture that they could think of until her mind began to wander towards insanity. She had not touched a man since the death of her husband and it was no kind of re-initation into sex to satisfy a woman of her moralistic persuasions. She begged for mercy, promising them money, but they turned a deaf ear to her pleas.
Mrs. Hammertroth was forced to sing and dance for the lusting brutes and then had to submit to giving every one a blow job. It was something she had not done in years and her jaw ached from the unfamiliar exertions. Every time she thought they had finished with her another gang member would throw her to the ground and force her to submit.
Joe Thanatos seemed to take a special interest in her and was in the very forefront of her tormentors. He forced her to go down on her knees before him. Slapping her across her lined face, he began to insult her using words that the old woman had not heard in years.
"Alright, you dried-up old hag," he taunted her, "Let's see if you still know how to suck cock. You're going to lick it until it shoots all over your face. And I know you're going to like it. Tell me and the rest of the boys just how much you like to suck dick."
"Yes, I like it," she gasped, afraid that they would kill her if she refused to play along. "I want to suck your cock and swallow your scum. I want to suck off all your friends too and swallow their come as well."
The Wild Angels could hardly restrain their glee. They gathered around their leader, ignoring the women they had captured, to watch him work on the ugly old woman. Her knees had been scraped on the concrete pavement and her face was already covered with semen.
Joe brandished his huge prick in his right hand and made her sit up like a dog to beg for it. He then whipped her across the face with the rock-hard organ, hitting her so hard that her cheeks were soon swollen with welts. Then he entered her for real, plunging his rod all the way into the back of her throat until the woman was ready to choke.
She gagged on the huge burden and felt that it would rip her tonsils from her throat, but she was afraid even to try to spit it out. Many of the gang members were holding open switchblade knives in their hands and they looked like they knew how to use them.
Joe bucked forward and soon was ready to shoot his load. He buried his prick into her throat and grabbed on to her sagging breasts. The old woman cringed with pain as he twisted her nipples, but was soon rewarded with a mouthful of scum that seemed to fill her to the scalp.
They left her alone for a while and she sat down naked on the pavement, too tired and humiliated even to look for her clothing. The gang turned their attention to Mrs. Perry, a passionate woman who had been a willing hostess to most of the male members of the commune.
She began to think that the visit of the gang was a punishment for her infidelity and willingly submitted to their tortures. There was no other choice available to the unfortunate woman, as the gang had no intention of letting a big-breasted beauty like her escape their evil clutches. They gathered around her like a flock of vultures and argued as to who should fuck her first.
"Why don't we fuck her three at a time," one member suggested. "She looks like she's got enough tit for all of us. Ain't that a good idea?"
The rest of the gang agreed and they soon had arranged her body to their satisfaction. She was forced to squat on her heels, an uncomfortable position at best, but far worse when they all took turns pushing her onto her face. The poor woman was soon covered with scrapes and bruises.
"Let's go," Joe shouted to his troops, "Last one in is a rotten egg. She sure looks nice, doesn't she? I can hardly wait to get into that ass-hole."
So saying, he bent the woman forward and shoved his prick into her tiny virgin ass-hole. Mrs. Perry screamed with pain but could do nothing after a while but submit. Another gang member lay down beneath her and soon had his rod buried in her cunt. He pinched her clitoris viciously as he entered her, causing her to leap backward so that Joe's prick was buried even deeper into her bleeding ass-hole.
Nor was her mouth to be spared. Jim, a huge hairy man with the strength of a horse, approached her and demanded that she suck his dick. It was a heavy organ that her jaw could barely hold, but she hastened to obey his commands. He rubbed it between her huge breasts at first, and then forced it all the way into her mouth.
Meanwhile the gang was busy destroying what was left of the town. They tore the cobblestones out of the streets and threw them through whatever windows remained unbroken. One of them discovered the town hall and they went on a rampage, pulling the building to pieces until nothing was left but the bare framework.
Telephone poles were uprooted and electrical wiring destroyed so that the town would be removed from communication with the outside world. A roadblock was set up at both ends of the main road so that nobody could escape. The townspeople soon realized that they were in the hands of professional criminals. Mrs. Hammertroth wondered how many other towns they had destroyed in the same manner.
Any men who were unfortunate enough to remain in the town that day were beaten severely and tied up in the church. Nobody was killed, miraculously, but several suffered severe wounds from which they would be hospitalized for weeks. The men discussed the gang and decided that they must be somehow allied with the commune. They decided to wipe out "Cunt Shack" at the first opportunity.
Little did they know that the Wild Angels had never heard of the community. None of them had the good sense to suggest that they go up there and rape the younger women available. It would have saved them from the ravages of the gang, but they were too stunned to think of it.
The Angels continued their rampage until the town was in shambles. It looked like it had been struck with an atom bomb and they couldn't imagine how it could be repaired. They had worked hard to build their town, but now the fruit of years of labor had been destroyed in a matter of hours.
The gang tired of ripping up the homes and public buildings and decided to abuse the women some more. They discovered the local schoolhouse and dragged the children out from under their seats. The girls were too young even for them to rape, but the schoolteacher did not get off so easily. She was dragged from her desk and carried through the streets until they had reached the main square.
Ella Rainey was a beautiful girl, new to the town, as she had only been hired a month earlier to teach there. She was in her early twenties and had a beautiful sophisticated face to top off her magnificent curvaceous body. She had been considered the best-looking girl in town, and soon paid for her prettiness.
The Wild Angels could hardly wait to get into her. They pulled her stylish clothing from her body and stood back to admire her charms. She was tall and slender, with a huge pair of tits and a prominent ass that was so big you could roll dice on it. Her legs were her loveliest feature. Long muscular limbs that were covered with a patina of fine blonde down.
At that point she would have sacrificed all her charms for a moment of peace. It seemed as if an infinity of greasy calloused hands were abusing her body, feeling and kneading her tender flesh until she cried out for mercy. She was forced to her hands and knees and soon saw that she was to be their next victim.
Joe, as usual, was the first to torment her. He treated her like a whore, cursing and slapping her until the tears ran down her lovely face. Her make-up poured off her, streaking her cheeks until her face looked like a grotesque mask. Then it was time for them to assault her in earnest.
"Let's go," one of them shouted, "she's ready to go and so am I. It's about time we found a good-looking babe in this pisswater town."
It was like the firing of a starter's gun at a track meet. The brutes surrounded her, closing in on her beautiful body until she could see nothing but naked men. They threw her over the hitching rail and took turns entering her cunt and ass-hole until she was too weak to resist.
Ella had been a virgin until her first trip up the hill to the commune. Larry had made a woman out of her and she had gone back on several occasions to join in on their orgies. This was a form of sex that she had never even heard of and the violence of their attack was almost enough to send her over the brink.
She was tempted to betray her friends and lovers, but realized that it would do her no good. There were enough of the Wild Angels to handle the commune and the town and there might as well be one place left where they could go for food and shelter. She kept her mouth shut and put up with her torments like an ancient stoic.
One prick after another crashed into her body until she lost count of her attackers. There were at least twenty, although some might have come back for seconds. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend that it was all happening to somebody else. It calmed her down momentarily, but she was soon to realize that her torments had just begun.
Ella was dragged roughly to her feet and forced to parade before the admiring eyes of the gang. They took turns whipping her with their garrison belts until she felt her body dissolve with pain. They discussed what to do with her and soon came to the conclusion that they wanted to see a little show featuring her and Mrs. Hammertroth.
It was ironic in a certain sense, since Mrs. Hammertroth had been her bitterest enemy in the town. The old hag could not bear the sight of a dewy, young interloper and had done everything possible to make her stay in the town a nightmare. Now they would be forced to make love to one another.
Ella looked at the trembling old woman and wondered if she could touch her withered body without vomiting. They were pushed together and told to make love quickly and passionately. If they did it well enough the gang would leave, which she knew was a lie.
Still, there was no alternative, and she braced herself.
Grimacing bitterly, she tried to prepare for the disgusting experience. It was a small compensation that Mrs. Hammertroth was even more humiliated than she. They walked up to each other and Ella soon took over. She had seen Doris and Sandy make love at the commune and knew what two women did together. She kissed the old hag full on the lips and practically gagged from the taste.
The hag tasted as if she hadn't brushed her teeth in ages and Ella began to wonder if the gang didn't have a point in their violent attitude. The town was full of people who had abused their bodies in a manner far worse than the tortures of the Wild Angels. She decided that it was better to be raped than to molder away on the shelf.
Mrs. Hammertroth lay down on the sidewalk, wincing at the feel of the cold concrete, and parted her legs, revealing a practically hairless bush. Her skin was withered and gray. It had probably not been exposed to sunlight in twenty years. It was a stomach-turning sight, a natural emetic, and she had to hold her breath.
Ella bent over her and forced her tongue into the disgusting opening. She wondered how anybody could ever have fucked the witch, but had little time for such reflections. The gang was growing restive and she knew that she had to amuse them before they initiated a fresh round of violence and destruction.
She spread the withered legs with her long lingers and shoved her tongue into the opening. It was so tight with disuse that she had to lick it before she could get in. It was not as noisome as she had expected, but not exactly the kind of thing she desired. Ella was a brave girl and was soon resigned to her fate. Somebody had to save the town and it might as well be the teacher.
She shifted her position so that her own cunt was directly over Mrs. Hammertroth's face. The old man-hater surprised her by immediately licking at her clitoris in a manner that belied years of experience. So that was her secret, the witch was a closet lesbian. Under other circumstances it would have been a source of amusement.
The old girl really knew how to eat cunt and the gang stood around them spellbound. It was a rare sight and they relished it with loud cheers of encouragement. Their foul language disgusted the two women, but by that time they had discovered each other's bodies and were nearly oblivious to any distraction.
Ella discovered that it was quite stimulating to make love to another woman, even one as ugly as her present partner. She wondered why she had never taken advantage of the generous offers of Cindy and Lina and the rest. They would find a new convert when next she visited them.
She worked her tongue into the tight opening and wondered if her lover were a virgin. She remembered that the woman had been married for years, so that her cunt must have shrunk from atrophy. It was an ugly thought which she quickly repressed. Mrs. Hammertroth was eating out her pussy so well that she could barely keep her thoughts in order.
She reached out with her hands and began to caress the older woman's withered dugs. She responded to the caress with passion and soon used her own arthritic fingers to knead Ella's swelling boobs. They soon forget all about the men who had captured them.
It was a revelation for Mrs. Hammertroth as well. She had repressed a lifetime of lesbianic desires, sublimating her libido in charity work. She had always chosen to work with the local girl scout troop, which had only served to increase her torment. Now she could not help but admit to herself that she had coveted the bodies of other women.
Ella shoved her finger up the old bag's ass-hole, finding it somewhat more accessible than her dripping cunt. She worked her finger around the tiny opening until the woman moaned with lust. The gang came to life again and started to cheer them on. It was the most stimulating thing they had ever seen and several of them were masturbating with enthusiasm as they watched.
Ella was practically ready to come. She worked harder on her partner, determined to bring the woman to an orgasm. It would be a personal victory of sorts and would compensate for her own humiliation. She felt a new humanity arise in her, born of their common suffering. They would be bound together for life by their strange experience.
Mrs. Hammertroth was the first to come, emptying a surprisingly large stream of pussy juice into the shocked teacher's mouth and then licked and sucked with all her strength to bring the younger woman to the far shores of lustful ecstasy. Ella did not keep her waiting long. It was impossible to resist the old bag's manipulations.
Mrs. Hammertroth used all her long neglected skills to increase Ella's pleasure. She dug her horny fingers into the teacher's soft buttocks and rubbed her dripping pussy against her heaving tits. In no time Ella was ready to fly, ready to fill her mouth with come.
Ella found that her body had a life of its own. She began to buck and gyrate uncontrollably and her muscles began to knot and tighten. She relaxed momentarily and then experienced a final spasm that left her weak and drained. She filled the old bag's mouth with her sweet cunt honey and sat back to watch her gulp it down.
The gang stood up and applauded. It was the most interesting and stimulating thing they had seen all day and they wanted another performance. One of them handed Ella a huge rubber dildo, studded with brass, and told her to use it on the old woman.
Mrs. Hammertroth recoiled with disgust. This wasn't the kind of thing she was used to. The old witch seemed to think that she had some control over the young gangsters and tried to refuse their request. She was quickly silenced by a hard slap in the face and told to obey before they decided to end her worthless life on the spot.
There was nothing to do but their bidding, however perverted. She lay on the cold sidewalk and spread her legs to invite Ella's assault. The young teachers had overcome her initial revulsion and was more than happy to join in on the fun.
She brandished the dildo high over her head, with a threatening look on her face. It was great to see the old hag trembling and groveling before her, so she made the best of the situation. The laughter and cheers of the motorcycle gang encouraged her. She soon decided that they were not as bad as she had thought. They were simply a lonely and frustrated group of overgrown children.
If she could have seen the collection of erotic books and instruments that Mrs. Hammertroth kept hidden in her personal escritoire she would have felt even easier about abusing her twat. Mrs. Hammertroth had been a lesbian for years, in thought if not in deed. She was frightened and stimulated at the same time and it was hard to say which emotion predominated in her mind.
In any case, she was to know no mercy that day, for Ella was well aware that the gang was itching to go on another rampage. Only the show they were witnessing kept them from further depredations of the defenseless town. She determined to keep them rooted to the spot for as long as possible and there was but one way to do so.
She approached the harridan with a sinister smile on her face and told her to prepare to be fucked. The dildo was at least eight inches long and four inches thick. The brass studs stood out on its surface like the sole of a hob-nailed boot.
Mrs. Hammertroth tried to muster a contemptuous look, but failed completely in her efforts. She was dying to feel the huge artificial prick reaming out her cunt and spread her skinny legs as far as they would go. She closed her eyes and tacitly invited Ella to use her at her will.
Ella wasted no time. She leaped on top of the bitch and began to rub the huge rubber organ between the dried-up breasts. Then she ordered Mrs. Hammertroth to suck on it, not leaving her alone until the dildo was covered with saliva. It gave her a feeling of great power to torture the prude. Maybe she would be run out of town for her activities, but there was always the commune to return to in a pinch.
Finally it was time to rape the old harridan's cunt. Ella kneeled over her, her lovely boobs handing in front of her victim's sweating face, and ever so slowly shoved the dildo five inches into her dried-up old twat. Mrs. Hammertroth moaned with lust and started to beg her to shove it even further into her quim.
"Oh, Ella," she crooned, "shove it in further. You're so lovely and it feels so good. I've always wanted you, Ella, ever since you moved to this town. Fuck me, darling, fuck me and I'll come all over your lovely hands."
She said it in such a high-flown affected manner that the gang broke up in laughter. The idea of the old whore getting so turned on was the most amusing thing they had ever seen. They tightened their circle around the lovers and screamed their encouragement.
Ella had no need of the cheering section. She found that she enjoyed the masculine role in sex and knew that she was in for a future full of sapphic experiences. If she could turn on an iceberg like Mrs. Hammertroth then she would know just how good a lover she was.
She shoved the dildo all the way into the dried-up old cunt, amazed at how easily it disappeared between the dripping labia. It didn't seem to hurt her partner a bit, despite the sharp brass crescents that studded the rubber surface. If Mrs. Hammertroth could take it there was no reason to hold back for a second.
The old witch began to grind her hips and ass into the pavement, oblivious to the sharp concrete that was scoring her skin with a million scraped dimples. She was completely stimulated by that point and wanted only one thing, a quick and violent orgasm.
Ella had a brilliant idea. If it was so easy for the hag to swallow the dildo with her cunt, why not try her ass-hole and see if it was equally commodious. She ordered her to turn over and was obeyed immediately. Mrs.
Hammertroth was too far gone even to know what was about to happen to her. She found out soon enough.
The clever schoolteacher turned around to smile and wink at Joe. He ordered his gang to suppress their laughter momentarily, so as not to spoil the joke. Mrs. Hammertroth looked so ridiculous with her withered buttocks waving in the breeze that silence was a task of a herculean order. Still, they obeyed their leader and kept their mouths shut.
"Well, honey," sighed Mrs. Hammertroth, "aren't you ready to shove it into my cunt yet. You shouldn't keep me waiting. It's really quite improper."
It was too much to resist. Ella snuck up behind her and quickly forced the dildo right up her ass-hole. The old hag fell on her face in surprise, trying to crawl away from the searing pain that threatened to bifurcate her ugly old body. It was quite a sight.
She soon realized that she was the victim of a practical joke, one which she did not take with the best of graces. She screamed and ranted, cursing the gang and threatening Ella with punishments that had been extinct since the times of the Inquisition.
Her threats were hilarious, coming from an old hag groveling naked in the public square with a dildo shoved up her ass. Ella buggered her for a while and then decided to show her some mercy. The old woman had shown some signs of humanity that day and it would be a shame to drive her into a position where she would have to repress it.
She slid the dildo out of the sore and puffy anus and replaced it in the taut cunt. Mrs. Hammertroth sighed with relief and the gang seemed to have no objections to the change of venue. The big rod slid easily into the well-lubricated aperture. Mrs. Hammertroth was ready to fly.
Ella used the big tool like a master. She made the old hag work for her jollies, giving her just a few inches at a time. Mrs. Hammertroth had to grind her skinny ass backwards but was continually frustrated. Ella would draw the big thing away from her so that she practically fell on her ass in her attempts to swallow it.
Finally Ella showed her some mercy and shoved it in until she could barely hold onto the end of the dildo. The harridan's cunt was surprisingly large and she seemed capable of taking a dildo twice that size. The rod began to emerge soaking in pussy juice and Ella knew that the old hag was not far from orgasm.
She shoved it in harder and faster, slapping at the curvaceous buttocks with her strong hands. Soon Mrs. Hammertroth's ass was red and sore, but she ignored the pain in her overwhelming desire to get her rocks off. She ground her ass like a stripper, squeezing with the inner muscles of her vagina as if she wanted to make the dildo a permanent addition to her genitalia.
Ella kept slamming away at her until the old hag was ready to come. She bucked her body back and forth until she could take it no longer. Her fingers were busily manipulating her breasts and clitoris and it was only a matter of time. Finally she let go, flooding the dildo with her hot frothing come which ran down Ella's slender arm to the elbow. The gang cheered and clapped like a crowd of monkeys.
Mrs. Hammertroth leaped to her feet, infuriated now that her passion was spent. Her years of bitterness poured out of her like a cascade of vitriol. She cursed everything and everyone around her, heedless of the consequences.
"You bastards will pay for this," she wailed, "I'll see you all in the penitentiary. I know where you came from, bitch, from Cunt Shack, that disgusting commune up on the hill. I'll get the men folks of the town to burn the place down and we'll run you out of the community on a rail. You mark my words, we'll get even for this outrage."
The cat was out of the bag. It took but a few moments for the gang to find out all about the commune and they soon pulled on their clothing, mounted their shiny motorcycles and headed on up the hill. It looked bad for the commune and Mrs. Hammertroth chuckled with glee.
She turned to Ella, but the girl had already disappeared. She figured that she could take a short cut and reach the commune before the Wild Angels. Ella simply had to warn her friends of the danger, regardless of personal consequences. They had shown her the meaning of love and she meant to return the favor.
She pulled her torn clothes around her lovely body and ran off to the hill, leaving Mrs. Hammertroth to pick up the pieces of her lonely and wretched existence. Maybe the gang had done the girl a favor at that, but there was no time to think about it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a race against time, but Ella was pretty certain that she could beat the Wild Angels to the commune. Mrs. Hammertroth had been so confused and furious that her directions had been practically incoherent. The gang would find the place but she figured that she had at least half an hour to warn the communards.
She reached the hill in ten minutes and found George working in the vegetable patch.
He could see that something was wrong with her and burst out with a thousand questions. Ella was too breathless to answer him, but did manage to say that he should gather all his friends and bring them to the central building.
They all gathered quickly and she was glad to see that there were no stragglers or absentees. It took but a minute to explain the situation, but nobody had a suggestion as to how they might defend themselves. There were only four males present and none of them knew how to fight. They had long ago eschewed all forms of violence and had no intention of battling the motorcycle gang.
Ella tried to persuade them to fight for their land but it was all to no avail. She suggested that they barricade themselves in the house and refuse to come out to meet the Wild Angels. Finally Larry rose to his feet and said that he would offer to meet the leader of the gang in single combat. He was a large powerful lad, the only one who would have a chance against the huge Joe Thanatos.
The gang showed up minutes after they had finished their strategy session. Ella and Larry remained outside to greet them. The gang dismounted their machines and asked what was going on. They were willing to tear the house down if the girls wouldn't come out to fuck them.
Ella told Joe of the commune's decision. The powerful gangster took a look at Larry and realized that at last he had found a worthy opponent. He suggested that they strip to the skin and fight right there in the soft grass. If Larry was victorious the gang would leave, but if Joe won the day, the girls would be their slaves.
The two youths stripped themselves and squared off without hesitation. In Ella's mind they looked like two ancient Greek warriors, like Hector and Achilles before the gates of Troy. She hoped that the Trojans could reverse history on this occasion.
Joe began by throwing a hard right hand that landed flush on Larry's shoulder. The gentle giant weathered the blow without falling, but Ella could see that it had taken a lot out of him. He was not aggressive enough and seemed content merely to block Joe's punches, without returning any blows of his own.
They circled around each other like wolves, Larry finally losing his temper and getting into a fighting mood. He caught Joe with a short uppercut to the solar plexus that knocked the leader to the ground. He leaped agilely to his feet and kicked Larry in the midsection.
They seemed unable to hurt each other, despite the force of their blows. Each was in the prime of youth and health, impervious to punishment. Larry would work to the body while Joe pounded at his face, raising lumps and welts, but failing to slow him down for a moment.
The gang held back in silent fascination.
They had seen Joe fight a million times, but this was the first opponent who had failed to wither under his blows. They could not understand how a member of a hippy commune could have grown so strong and courageous and several of them began to hope that he would emerge victorious from the fray.
Larry began to jab at Joe's face, jolting blows that rocked him back on his heels. One eye was already swollen shut, but they were fighting at such close quarters that it hardly made a difference. He kept the upper hand for a few minutes, but Joe soon rallied his strength and once again put him on the defensive.
He tripped the heavy lad, but let him rise to his feet before continuing the attack. A code of honor had developed between them, as inviolate as that of a knight in armor. They fought cleanly, avoiding low punches or chops to the back of the neck. It was a fight to the finish with no need of a referee.
Before long both warriors were too exhausted to continue. They looked at each other and suddenly threw themselves in each other's arms. It had been a standoff, with no possible winner. The gang grumbled to themselves and would have been willing to break their vow, but for the strong sense of chivalry of their leader.
"We made a promise and we've got to keep it," he told them through his bloodied lips. "A Wild Angel never breaks his promise. Let's go. We've had a good time today. There are other towns to destroy."
Larry looked at him with admiration and decided to invite the gang to stay. He ran back to the house and asked the communards if he should do so. They agreed unanimously and he ran back to the gang, just as they were mounting their motorcycles. He explained that they wanted the Wild Angels to stay with them for a few hours, for dinner at least, as a token of their friendship.
The gang members debated among themselves and decided that they had nothing to lose. They were exhausted from the long day of destruction and could use a home-cooked meal. The thought of the six beautiful girls they had heard about was yet another enticement to stay.
Larry led them into the common room and they introduced themselves to the members of the community. The gang always traveled with a good supply of marijuana and before long the whole bunch of kids were sitting around stoned out of their minds listening to music.
The girls were fascinated by the rugged appearance of the gang and had soon warmed to them. Joy singled out the leader, Joe, soothing his wounds and talking to him in low tones that couldn't fail to appeal to the tired warrior. She liked her men violent and had peeked out the window to discover that he was as well hung as Larry.
The rest of the communards were busily explaining their way of life. They told the
Angels that they were equally disgusted with modern society, but instead of fighting it with guns and fists, they had decided to withdraw and seek a life-style of their own. The Angels listened fascinated. It was the first hint that had ever had that they were not alone in the world.
One of them acted as a spokesman for his friends and told the communards that they had begun to tire of violence. It was an endless spiral and they could never get enough of it. The ultimate violence was death rather than life and they were seeking a reconciliation with life.
Doris answered him, saying that life was not the way of life in their country, but was a matter of getting along with nature, living close to the earth and finding love and comradeship in a community of equals. There seemed to be little difference between the two groups, except for the issue of violence.
Joy and Joe had slipped off to a quiet corner and had begun to make it. Joy had poured witch-hazel all over Joe's wounds, not shy about where her hands might wander. He appreciated her candor and told her that she and Ella were the only real women in the town.
Joy found some excuse to get out of her own clothing and let the lusty Joe take it all in with his shocked eyes. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen with her swelling boobs and prominent creamy buttocks. He asked her if she wanted to take a walk with him, but Joy said that they must make love right in the room. Everything was shared in the commune, sex included.
Joe shrugged his shoulders and figured that he had nothing to lose. If this beautiful voluptuary wanted to make it with him in a room full of people he had no objections. He bent toward her and kissed her violently, squeezing her in his powerful arms.
Joy thrilled to the feel of his hard body and knew that she had to taste his cock. She waited until he had finished kissing her and then inclined her head towards his hairy crotch. Joe was used to forcing women to blow him and was intimidated at first by her boldness.
Joy was so talented that his cock had no choice but to respond. She licked at the purple head until it had filled with blood, using quick strokes like the tongue of a snake. He watched her with admiration, surprised that a girl would want to make it with him. Joe had always thought of himself as an outcast, a wicked sinner whom no woman could fall in love with. Ella and Joy had shown him he was wrong.
She shifted her attention to the shaft of his rod, licking at it until it was coated with a patina of her sweet saliva. Then she switched her attentions ot his hairy balls, cradling them in her soft hands and then introducing them one at a time into her mouth.
She sucked at the heavy globes while Joe explored her heaving tits. His balls were so heavy that they made her jaw ache, but she didn't relinquish them until she saw that her lover was ready to be blown. Joy wasted no time with a hard cock. She was a girl who knew what she wanted and was not used to being deprived.
Joy closed her lips around the head of his throbbing machine and tried to swallow the length of the shaft. It was impossible at first, but she was not a girl to give up without a fight. Before long her lips were resting against his black pubic hairs and he could feel the warm moistness of her throat at the tip of his prick.
Doris had been fascinated by the wild animals and could hardly wait to get her hands on one of them. She singled out Paul, the warlord of the gang, and drew him over to another corner of the big room. She showed him how Joy and Joe had made friends and asked him if he wanted to fuck her.
Paul had his clothes off in a minute. He was a passionate, virile youth who liked nothing better than fucking a lovely girl of his own age. Doris got her clothing off almost as quickly and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He laid her down on the floor and spread her legs with his hands.
They kissed for a while and then Paul mounted her slender body. He shoved his already hard prick between her moist labia and Doris groaned with lustful anticipation. It wasn't fair for there to be six girls and only four boys on the commune and the old tired townsmen were not her idea of what a good lover should be. Paul was more her style, a lusty bull who could show her the good time she craved.
He slammed his prick all the way into her clinging pussy, causing her to cry out with pain and lust. Paul was a well-hung lad, no match for Joe or Larry, but with a healthy seven inches of meat that was enough for any normal woman. He pounded her body until she was limp and weak and then turned his attention to her breasts.
Doris arched her back so that her tits rose up to meet Paul's lips. He kissed the huge pink nipples until they were hard and puckered and then slipped his hand under her bouncing ass. He anchored his middle finger into the tiny pink bunghole and used it to control her movements. It was just what she wanted.
The passionate girl loved to he helpless beneath a strong masculine body. As it was she was totally unable to move and lie back to enjoy his pummeling. Paul worked on her like a bull, crashing into her lushly padded body until she was too weak to breathe.
She moaned with ecstasy and encouraged him to fuck her even harder. Paul obeyed her every command, surprised at the slim girl's passion and endurance. He was falling completely in love with her. At last he had found a woman who could take in every inch of this thick rod and still beg him to give it to her harder and faster.
Joy was going wild sucking on Joe's cock. He had gotten his rocks off so many times that day that he was able to sit back and enjoy her manipulations without worrying about premature ejaculation. He looked down at her with a big grin creasing his handsome face.
It was a signal to Joy to use all her feminine wiles. She looked up at him, rolling her eyes provocatively, as if to show him that she could take anything he chose to give her. Joe slammed it into her mouth harder, causing her to gag momentarily on the huge burden, but not slowing her down for an instant. She was a hot-loving mama who wanted nothing more than to feel his come rocketing into her mouth.
Joe held out for as long as possible. Joy was even more talented with her mouth than Ella. She knew how to drive a man wild with lust. She sucked at his shaft until he felt that she would draw the soul right out of his body. He closed his eyes and let her work as she wished.
Before long he could delay the inevitable no longer. He began to buck, rearing back like a stallion and shoving his prick ever further into her clinging mouth. Her face was suffused with blood and covered with sweat, but she didn't slow her pace, eager as he was to get it over with.
He shoved it into her clinging lips once more and then shot a double load of come into her dripping lips. The semen shot into her mouth with a force like a cannon, filling her to the esophagus. She struggled to get it all down, but it was impossible.
Sperm poured out of her nose and mouth in such quantities that she was sure she had hooked up with a superman. She felt that it would come out of her ears as spasm after spasm filled her beyond capacity. Finally he was finished and she relinquished his beloved rod only after she had licked it clean. It emerged from her mouth clean and sparkling, reflecting the afternoon sun on its shiny surface.
Joe wanted to fuck her at that point, but Joy insisted that he work on another girl first. She wanted to get to as many of the gang members as she could. Joe thought it over and soon realized that she was right. He could return to her later, when he had sampled more of the commune's wares.
The rest of the gang had watched the two couples in silent fascination. They were eager to join in the orgy and were soon equitably paired off. The male members of the commune were glad to get a rest. The woman had been fucking them to a frazzle of late and they gracefully seceded their right to the newcomers.
Jim, the second in command, had had his eye on Linda ever since he had come into the room. He sought her out and soon found that she was just as covetous of his attentions. She stripped for him, pretending that she was a professional on a stage and he watched with amusement as she pulled off her simple outfit.
He was not nearly so ceremonious about removing his own garments, pulling them off with loud ripping sounds and revealing an already throbbing prick. His rod was long and slender, a perfect match for Linda's cunt. She was a tall slim girl, with a body little different from that of an adolescent boy. Her breasts were practically non-existent, but she had long luscious legs and a cute perky ass that begged to be slapped.
Her face was equally saucy, with its pert pointy features and red pixie haircut. Jim could hardly wait to fuck her, but she wanted to play it coy, forcing him to chase her around the room. She was as elusive as a water-sprite, but he finally caught her at the far corner of the room.
Jim threw his nymph to the ground and parted her wiry legs. Her pussy lay open and gaping before his admiring eyes and he bent over it to eat her out. First he worked on her tiny pink clitoris, biting at the red flesh until she moaned with ecstasy.
Then he forced his tongue into her already dripping vulva, tasting her spicy fuck juices and feeling his manhood rise to the occasion. He told her that she was a tease who deserved a good spanking. She told him that he was absolutely right and dared him to do it.
The lusty lad wasted no time in throwing her over his knee. She was light as a feather, but struggled like a fish. He could barely hold her down. Once she had submitted to his powerful arms he began to whack away at her saucy ass, hitting her gently at first, but then beating her in earnest.
"You big brute," she giggled at him, "do you think you can get away with that. Ow, cut that out. Ow, that hurts. Leave me alone or I'll never forgive you."
It was easy to see that her words were less than serious. Jim spanked her until her buttocks were red and sore and then asked her if she had learned her lesson.
"I've learned never to let an animal like you get near me again," she replied. "I'll bet you're going to fuck me up the ass now, you beast. It's just the kind of thing a pervert like you would do to an innocent girl."
Jim hadn't thought of the idea on his own, but it was too tempting to ignore. He picked her up by the waist so that her arms and legs hung down to the floor and then placed her on her hands and knees. Her ass-hole was already lubricated with pussy juice.
He slid his prick in gently, laughing at her helpless struggles. Jim was fortunate in not having a huge thick rod like his leader Joe. Girls didn't mind being corn-holed by his slender tool and he didn't have to worry about injuring them. He alternated strokes between cunt and ass-hole, finding both orifices equally heavenly.
The timid Chris had hung back from the crescent orgy, too shy to pick out a partner. George took her by the elbow and introduced her to his new friend Roger, a quiet boy who seemed out of place in the rough and ready society of the rest of the Wild Angels.
Roger and Chris talked for a while and soon discovered that they both had a great interest in literature and philosophy. Roger had dropped out of college to ride with the Wild Angels and Chris had left to join the commune. Before long their conversation had become warmer and warmer until they were leaning on each other's shoulders.
Roger bent over and kissed her gently on the lips. Chris responded with a quick flicking motion of her tongue as if to tell him that she was no longer afraid of his rough exterior. He let his hands wander down to her lovely boobs, kneading the flesh until she began to rub her lithe body against his muscular chest.
"You're beautiful," he whispered to her, "I've never met a girl whom I could talk to like this. Most of them are so crude and materialistic, but you're different. I feel relaxed with you as if you were a sister or something."
Chris held her hand over his mouth, stifling his nervous comments, and reached down to unzip his fly. She was delighted to see that his prick was large and hard. He was as well-hung as any man in the room and she wanted to suck him off until he flooded her with come.
She bent her head forward, not even bothering to finish removing her clothing. Her breasts swelled charmingly from the half-open blouse, with their flesh tautened by the pressure of the lapels. Her pants were pulled down around her ankles, and she struggled to kick them off, opening and closing the pink lips of her pussy as she did so.
Chris took her lover's big prick in her soft warm hands and placed it directly into the cleft of her swelling breasts. She rubbed it on the silky flesh until it was hard and red and then began to lick at the very tip of it. She used long slow motions, circling the collar with her tongue.
Her tongue dragged over the taut surface, lingering on every detail and excrescence. She explored each vein, tracing it to its source as if she were examining a map. When the entire length of the shaft was dripping with saliva she took the head into her lips and began to suck at it with passion. It tasted heavenly to her and she felt herself drifting off on a fantastic voyage into sensual gratification.
Chris sucked him off as she had never done before. Her whole life seemed to have been a preparation for that moment when she met Roger. He kept his prick stationary, unwilling to break her mood with a violent or unexpected action. They were perfectly attuned to one another.
Chris strained to take the entire length of the big tool into her greedy mouth. She gagged on it at first but refused to be deterred. She had to prove her love to Roger and there was no better way than by showing him that she wanted every inch of his magnificent rod.
She got it down at last, feeling it probe within her to her larynx. She used her teeth to nibble at the shaft and kissed his hard midsection with her lovely lips. Roger began to move at last, realizing that she was coming back to the real world at last. Her strokes were becoming more and more violent, as if her whole life depended on bringing her lover to a quick and passionate orgasm.
Roger shoved his prick into her clinging mouth with real passion. He spread her lips, plunging into her rapidly and as deeply as he could go. She accepted his every penetration gladly and redoubled her efforts until her motions looked like those of a bobbin on a sewing machine.
Sandy had found a lover of her own, a big silent fellow named Richie who had approached her and gripped her arm so strongly that she was unable to move. He treated her more gently once they were undressed, but was so strong that she found herself cringing from his powerful strokes.
He mounted her frontally and lowered his heavy body onto hers so that she could hardly breathe. His prick was huge, a fire hose with a grapefruit at the end of it. He was passionate, as well, slamming his scepter into her in a way that pierced her to the womb.
Sandy took it in with good spirits. She preferred a more refined lover most of the time, but Richie was a pleasant change. With him she had to do nothing more but he back and regulate his movements with the interior muscles of her talented snatch.
He pumped away at her like a pile-driver, never pausing even to catch his breath. The sweat poured off his thick limbs like a waterfall. Throughout their bout of frantic intense love-making he never uttered a sound. His prick did all the talking for this lad; he was a true man of action.
Ella had taken it upon herself to service two of the gang members at a time. There was still a surplus of males in the room and the grass had put her in such a humanistic mood that she wanted to service every peter in the room. She cornered Jeff and Herb, two lusty youths who promised that they would give her enough loving to last her a month.
They were as good as their word, fucking her again and again until she could barely see straight. She was placed on her hands and knees and took in their pricks one at a time, in cunt or ass-hole as they preferred. Ella had been through a lot that day, but had energy to burn.
She thought back on her experience with Mr. Hammertroth and broke up in laughter. Her partners became angry with her at first, but the mere mention of the name was enough to crack them up. She would have to tell the other communards about the incident as soon as possible. If the old hag could have only seen them she would have croaked on the spot.
She had sent the motorcycle gang up the hill to destroy the commune and here they were, stoned out of their gourds and fucking like flies. It was an exquisite thought that left the happy threesome too weak with laughter to resume their amorous activities. It took a full ten minutes to recover their senses, for the querulous looks of their unknowing friends was enough to start the hilarity all over again.
They resumed once again, however, with Jeff fucking Ella up the ass while the busy miss was blowing his friend. Herb was shoving his prick into her so fast that she practically vomited. He slowed down when he saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes crossed from the effort of swallowing his throbbing organ.
Jeff corn-holed her slowly, relishing every minute that his prick was ensheathed in the tender flesh. He cupped her big soft buttocks in his hands and squeezed them together to make the passage even tighter. It felt good to be able to go from one soft canal to another and every now and then he added a third by penetrating her dripping cunt.
Ella felt the approach of her orgasm. She slammed her body back into Jeff's so that her ass was grinding into his midsection. His prick went all the way into her and he manipulated her clitoris with his free hand until she was moaning with unslaked lust.
She screamed loudly and then achieved her release, shooting a stream of pussy juice that soaked her lover's balls and at the same time receiving an even larger shot of sperm in her gaping mouth. She took it all in greedily and wiggled her luscious ass until Jeff too was ready to come.
He dragged her body against his own, as if she were a glove he was masturbating with, and then filled her with cream. The frothing liquid soothed her aching tissues and soon ran out of her ass, trickled down her shapely thighs and formed a sticky puddle on the bare wood floor below her.
Joy was not a woman to be bested at her own game. She watched Ella jealously and then decided that if the teacher could service two men, she could take care of three. She gathered three of the studs around her, not even bothering to ask them their names, and told them that she would fuck them all together.
They were intrigued by the solution and asked her how she wanted to be fucked. She laid the first man flat on his back and sucked on his dick until it was hard and swollen. She wasted no time on him, sucking powerfully as if she would draw the skin off his rod and leave it raw and bleeding.
The other two were hard just from watching the nympho and she looked at them with satisfaction. She lowered her body onto the supine man and worked his rod into her tiny but experienced ass-hole. The second one squatted directly over the first, facing the lad's feet so that Joy could suck on his prick while his balls dangled in his friend's face.
The third fellow despaired of finding a vacancy, but Joy soon laid his fears to rest. She had him squat at the prone boy's feet so that he could stick his long prick directly into her stretched and gaping labia. The circle was thus completed and the three lovers moved their bodies in unison until they felt comfortable together.
Thereafter it was every man for himself. Joy felt that she would have to struggled to satisfy the three of them, but they were so horny that the mere feel of her clinging membranes was enough to drive them wild. She concentrated on the prick that was filling her mouth to capacity at first, but managed to give everybody an equal share of her attentions.
While Joy was thus busy, Cindy had been approached by a gang member named Elliot, a wiry youth who told her that he had trained as an acrobat. She asked if he had ever put his agility to sexual use and he told her that he would test her own adroitness if she wanted to try a new position.
Cindy was not the kind of a girl to refuse a challenge of any sort. She told him that she was pretty athletic herself and had never found a sexual position she couldn't master. Elliot looked at her and told her to get his cock good and hard. It took a lot of endurance to achieve this particular trick and he had to be as hard as iron.
He sat on the floor, with his back against the wall, and told her to squat over him, keeping all her weight on her heels. It was difficult and she could feel her thigh muscles straining to the breaking point. Then he instructed her what to do and she had to admit that it was indeed something out of the ordinary.
By lowering her weight carefully and precisely, Cindy could alternate between cunt and ass-hole. She lowered herself slowly until his prick was buried between her dripping labia and then raised herself once more. It was difficult, a great strain on her arms, which were pressed against the wall over her lover's shoulder, but she managed it without too much difficulty.
Then she dropped her body again and took the huge dick into her stretched out ass-hole. It fit in easily enough, but she found it difficult to maintain the position. She practiced slowly, but soon found the knack and was able to bounce up and down without inhibitions.
"Wow, that's really nice," Elliot told her, smiling at her through the sweat that veiled his handsome face. "You do that like a real professional."
"I told you I could," she answered proudly. "Just lie back and let old Cindy do the work. There's nothing I can't do. Stick around and
I'll prove it to you.
Elliot was quite content to do as she said, tired as he was from his exhausting day. She moved like a rabbit, jumping down on him so that his cock made slurping and popping noises as it left her orifices. If only there was a way to get her mouth into it, he thought, but there's plenty of time for a blow-job later. Cindy seemed like a girl who would take good care of her man.
The orgy lasted for hours and hours. When the motorcycle gang got tired and needed a rest, the members of the commune took over and serviced the insatiable girls. Joy and Ella continued their friendly competition for a while and ended by making it with each other. It was the only logical conclusion to their rivalry.
Joe and Larry were equally indefatigable, fucking every girl in the place and then working in tandem. They would roam around the room initiating group scenes and thrilling some of the girls with-their combined ministrations. A girl who could handle two cocks that size deserved to be proud of herself.
The Wild Angels were invited to stay for the night and accepted gladly. They were tired from their busy day of destroying the town and needed a few hours of sleep. Sleep was the last thing that they were likely to get that night, for the horny girls had no intention of letting them rest for even an hour.
The room became dark and they left the lights out, groping in the dark for new partners so that nobody knew whom he was fucking any more. It was a perfect arrangement, a sharing of communal flesh that thrilled their very souls. By the time the sun was rising to the heavens, they had fallen asleep and dreamed about the coming pleasures of the day to come. There were a few surprises to come as well, things nobody bothered to dream about.
CHAPTER NINE
The townspeople had gathered their forces after the departure of the Wild Angels. The town was a wreck and they knew it would take years to be rebuilt. They were smoldering with resentment and the words that were on everybody's lips had invariably to do with destroying the commune that all saw as the origin of their troubles.
Mrs. Hammertroth was the leading spirit. Thirsting for revenge after her humiliation, she urged them to gather their courage and make an assault on the commune the very next day. She met the usual apathy at first, since the men were unwilling to give up their lovers and most of the women still coveted the young males.
Such was her eloquence that she was able to carry the day and work their resentment up to fever pitch. Pastor Lionel went along with the crowd unwillingly. He still wished that there were some way he could make peace, but knew that it was useless to go against a raging mob.
Mrs. Hammertroth reminded the citizens that Ella had disappeared to warn the communards. She told them that the whore must be tarred and feathered and run out of town on a rail. Rather than returning the girl's emotion she resented the intrusion of sensuality into her frigid existence. She wanted nothing more than to see her hurt and humiliated.
The townspeople got up early that morning and closed ranks at what was left of the town square. They decided that there was no need for weapons. There were enough of them to handle the passive hippies, so there was no need to take a chance on somebody being killed.
They were a pathetic sight as they marched up the hill, a modern Coxey's army. (The men were middle-aged and flabby and the women were even in worse physical shape. They sweated heavily in the morning sun and were practically enervated by the time they reached Cunt Shack.
Joe and Larry had been making a tour of the grounds, Larry proudly showing off their agricultural accomplishments. It turned out that both men had grown up on farms and had a million common experiences to talk about. They had become fast friends and Larry was about to invite Joe to move into the commune.
"Hey, what the fuck is that?" Joe queried, looking down to the foot of the hill. "No, over there, it looks like those townspeople are coming up here. What the fuck do they want with you people."
"Damned if I know," Larry answered him. "Usually they come up one at a time to get laid. Maybe they're looking for you guys or something."
"Do we have to worry about them?" Joe continued. "I mean are they going to be carrying guns or anything. We'll give them a fight if that's what they want,"
"No, they're not capable of a fight," Larry said, scratching his head, "Let's tell everybody to wake up and come out to greet them. That'll blow their minds for sure."
They rushed back to the sleeping quarters and tried to rouse their friends. Another orgy had already begun and it was difficult to break it up. They finally carried the day, explaining that it was possible that they were in some kind of danger.
It didn't seem likely, but the others put on their clothes and ran out to sit on the porch of the old house. They arranged themselves to look like an old family portrait and eagerly awaited the arrival of the citizens. It was a long time coming, as the old folks were ready to drop.
With Pastor Lionel leading the way with a sheepish grin on his face, the procession wound up the steep trail and finally arrived at the commune. Mrs. Hammertroth was right behind him and could barely restrain her rage when she saw Ella standing in front of her with her arms wrapped around the broad shoulders of Joe and Larry.
It was a personal affront, something she was sure they had arranged to annoy and humiliate her. She tried to urge the citizens on to violence, but it was a hopeless task. Nothing could stir them to action.
"Are you men or mice?" she screamed at them, beginning her diatribe with a tone of voice that split the stillness of the balmy morning. "These animals have ruined your lives and destroyed your town. Are you going to let them get away with it or are we going to take action? We came here to burn this hellhole to the ground and I'm not leaving here until we do."
"But Mrs. Hammertroth," the parson whispered to her, "there are so many of them and we're too old and weak to fight. Shouldn't we try to reason with them, take them into the fold? Perhaps if they came to church this Sunday."
She interrupted him with a withering sneer that spoke more contempt than a volume of words. He was put in his place and kept quiet thereafter. Unfortunately for Mrs. Hammertroth none of the men seemed interested in avenging her honor. They were staring boldly at the scantily clad beauties and even the women of the town had begun to make eyes at the members of the motorcycle gang.
It was hopeless and she was about to leave in frustration when she was stopped by a familiar voice. It was that of Joe, the leader of the gang and her main tormentor, the prime source of her humiliation.
He looked at her with contrition in his eyes.
"Now listen you people," he began, speaking softly to gain their confidence. "We're sorry that we broke up your town. It was a stupid thing to do and we'd like to make it up to you. If you'll let us stay here at the commune, not call the police or anything, I promise that we can have that town in good shape in a week."
Her first reaction was to spit in his face, but the other citizens seemed so impressed by the offer that she didn't dare to alienate her. After watching her perform in public, they had little enough respect left for her, she knew and there was no point in ruining her status as town gadfly any further.
She kept quiet as Joe and Larry continued to exhort the townspeople, explaining then-way of life and eventually convincing the citizens that they meant well after all. The men debated among themselves and soon decided to agree with the proposal. They had nothing to gain by having the Angels arrested and somebody had to repair the havoc that they had wrought.
Pastor Lionel got up to the front of the crowd and accepted their offer in full. He shook hands with Larry and kissed his old friend Joy on the cheek. He felt a fatherly concern for the fate of the lively youngsters and told them that he would like to see them in church more often than had been then-wont.
The youngsters invited their guests into the house and offered them an impromptu lunch. They retired to the lawn while the girls and several of the townswomen prepared a quick but ample meal. Tablecloths were spread on the ground and they had soon initiated an old-fashioned picnic.
A good time was had by all and soon they had begun to pair off and wander to the more secluded sections of the grassy swatch. Mrs. Hammertroth was scandalized by the public display of shamelessness, but there was nothing she could do about it but sit back and watch.
As a matter-of-fact, she was soon forced to participate in the orgy. Ella and Joe came up behind her and dragged her to her feet, each one holding on to one of her scrawny elbows. Before the old witch knew what had happened they had stripped her to the skin.
She screamed out in protest but was silenced by Joe, who kissed her full on the lips, plunging his tongue into her screaming mouth. He kissed her until she stopped trying to resist and then abandoned her to Ella. The luscious school-teacher fell upon her with passion, determined to duplicate their performance of the previous day.
Ella lay the old woman down on the grass and leaned over her to spread her labia. She worked on the sensitive old clitoris until the lips of her pussy were resplendent with cunt honey. Then she lowered her head, sliding her tongue into the cavity and twisting her body so that her own twat gaped invitingly before the helpless woman's mouth.
Mrs. Hammertroth gave it up at that point. Her whole world of rigid moralism' had collapsed around her and she knew that she would have to change her whole life-style. Her values were obsolescent in the modern world and it was just possible that the youngsters had a better way of coping with the complexities of life.
She reached up with her tongue and began to lick at Ella's prominent clitoris, holding it with her teeth until it was suffused with blood. She felt as though she would melt in the young beauty's mouth and slid her own tongue into the bewitching cavity above her.
They lay in the sixty-nine position, eating each other out without a care in the world until Joe decided to get in on the act. He snuck up behind Mrs. Hammertroth and forced his prick into her tiny ass-hole. She tried to pull away at first but came up against the unyielding wall of Ella's midsection.
She had never been fucked up the ass before, but found that it was quite pleasant. The big prick hardly hurt her at all, especially combined with the insistent caresses of Ella's talented tongue. She felt as though she were about to come and began to move her body with a violence and agility that belied her years.
Pastor Lionel had gone over to his old girlfriend Joy, who had greeted him passionately. She let him undress, teasing him for his clumsiness and then pulled off her own clothing in a flash. She dropped to her knees before the kindly old man and licked at his cock and balls until he was at the verge of lustful ecstasy.
"Have you ever been sucked off by two girls at a time pastor," she said, "I didn't think so, but it's never too late to start. Come here Chris, I'll bet the old boy's got hot rocks for those big tits of yours."
Chris ran over to join her and was soon in a similar state of nudity. She dropped to her knees beside Joy and they began to work on the old boy in unison. One would suck his balls, dangling them in her soft warm mouth, while the other licked and nibbled at his still virile weapon. He practically fainted from their combined ministrations, finding it the most pleasant experience of his life.
As they worked the old guy over, the two girls didn't ignore their own bodies. They fondled each other's breasts until their nipples were red and hard and then Joy reached over to finger Chris's delightful pussy. Pastor Lionel looked down on them benevolently. For the first time he understood the unselfish nature of their community of flesh.
The two girls licked his hard cock at the same time, letting their tongues meet on its extended surface. It was like kidding and giving a blow-job at the same time and they found themselves as stimulated as the pastor. It was only . a matter of time before the three voluptuaries exploded and covered each other with come.
Mrs. Perry had sought out Joe, remembering the feel of his huge prick in her tight sweet pussy. She found him standing alone and asked him if he remembered her. He was embarrassed by the brutal way he had treated her and quickly apologized. She accepted laughingly.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," she lilted, "I forgive you after a fucking like that. Do you still find me attractive or do you prefer the younger girls? My husband is pretty busy with Doris over there and if you want to I could show you a really good time, better than yesterday.
Joe was quick to oblige her. The woman was lovelier and more sophisticated than anyone he had ever met. He watched her closely as she slipped out of her clothing with a grace that was remarkable to behold. Soon she was naked and swiveled her body from the waist, shaking her big tits in the gentle rays of the afternoon sun.
Joe directed her to recline on the grass and decided to fuck her without any foreplay. The women was so hot to trot that it would have been a waste of time. He lowered his muscular body onto her, crushing her swelling boobs with his muscular chest.
He slid his prick into her, parting her labia with the force of his thrust. She clung to him tightly, unwilling to let him move until she had savored every inch of his meat. Finally she was satisfied and began to grind her hips into the mossy soil, allowing him to withdraw and then come crashing into her.
It was a beautiful experience for both of them, a revelation of sorts. Mrs. Perry had not been happy with her husband, who preferred the girls of the commune to her own charms and talents. Now she too was able to get in the act and smiled with satisfaction when she saw him jealously watching kher performance.
They fucked passionately, crushing each other in their arms. Mrs. Perry wrapped her feet around his hard ass in an effort to draw Joe ever further into her greedy cunt. In no time they were ready to come and quickened the pace of their amorous bout.
Mrs. Perry was the first to come. She reared back and arched her body so that her cunt brushed directly against Joe's pounding midsection. She cried out in lust and flooded his cock and balls with a copious flood of pussy juice. He was not far behind her, pumping one last time and then shooting her full of cream.
She gasped at the ferocity of his orgasm, feeling the semen travel all the way up to her womb. He was incredibly virile, a real stallion, unlike her tepid husband. She kissed her masterful lover on the lips and went off to try some of the other members of the gang.
Steve looked down on the orgy with complete satisfaction. All dissonance between the town and community had vanished that day. He could see that they had a long future of friendly cooperation to look ahead to. He had already fucked three of the townswomen and looked forward to getting more.
Cindy had wanted to find somebody new to show the trick that Elliot had taught her. She found Mr. Smythe, the local innkeeper and offered to teach it to him. He listened to her description and concluded that it was impossible. No woman could bend like that, he insisted.
"Do you want to try me out and see for yourself?" she asked provocatively. "Give me a chance and I'm pretty sure I can change your mind. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time baby and I know you won't deny me now."
"Why no my dear," he stammered confusedly, "I wouldn't want to deprive you of anything. If you want to do something I'd be the last one to gainsay you."
"Well," she said.
"Well ... can't ... I"
"Well!" she yelled very loudly.
"T. ... " he said confusedly.
He stared down at her lovely crotch, thinking.
He would have gone on stuttering indefinitely if Cindy had not stopped him. She dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly with her teeth, just as a sample of the strange delights he was about to experience. She took his prick between her rouged lips and began to suck it until he was panting with desire.
Cindy loved his old fashioned gallantry and bowed to show Mr. Smythe an extra special good time. She dropped his prick and told him to undress, laughing at the speed with which he obeyed her. Soon he was as naked as she and she told him to go over to the boulder that shone in the distance, picked out against the blue sky.
She parted her legs invitingly and the pastor leaped on top of her with a spryness that belied his years. He had been after her for years and knew that he had to make the most of his long-awaited opportunity. If he fucked her right this time she would be his forever.
He pushed his swollen prick into her clinging cunt and noted with satisfaction that she was already moaning with ecstasy. It wouldn't take much to bring her to orgasm, he figured. It was only a matter of how long he could hold out. With the support of the crowd, the pastor found himself rising to new heights of virility.
He fucked her lustily, bringing her to one orgasm after another. Finally it was time for him to shoot and he reared back one more time before emptying his aching balls. He gave her a double shot of hot frothing come that rocketed into her tight cunt and dripped out again between the labia, flooding his balls with his own viscous fluids.
Larry looked at Joe with satisfaction. Things were going their way at last. He asked the young gangster if he wanted to stay on at the commune for a while. Harvest time was fast approaching and they needed all the help they could get. He made his invitation as sincere as possible and Joe simply could not resist the generous offer.
He told his friends that he would stay on to help rebuild the town and then would make a final decision. It was easy to see what the decision would be and Larry shook his new friend's hand cordially. They looked around at the raging orgy and knew that the future was bright indeed.
The community of flesh had succeeded in all its designs. In two days they had won over the entire community and the Wild Angels as well. Larry looked forward to a future filled with peace and harmony. There were good times ahead for the little commune and he decided to rejoin the party. There was plenty of time for planning the future after he had sampled some more of the beautiful women who were dying for the taste of his huge swelling cock.
