Cathy Holland's world changed completely when she discovered her mother in bed with a strange man. Father was long gone, and the shock of another man making love to her beautiful mother was too much to bear. It changed her way of thinking completely. At thirteen she was quite pretty, well-developed, but had never given herself to the passions. In fact, her mother had warned her many times of the inherent dangers of premarital sex. So when she saw mother, all naked and lusty with a strange well-hung man of about thirty-the man she had been dating called Frank she wanted to do the same.
Her own sex drive had built to a fever pitch anyway. All the kids at school were doing it, so why not she? Was she any different from the others? She even felt angry at her mother for being so hypocritical. As for herself, she had long, blonde hair, plump developing breasts and gorgeous legs. Everyone told her she was stacked for her age. It was only proper that she have a ball, too.
These were the feelings that went through her mind as she lay back on the bed in her room trying to figure out who should be the lucky man to have her the first time. She had fantasized this encounter many times, with all kinds of men. Truck-drivers, ski instructors, and especially Frank. Now she wore only her bra and panties. Mother had gone shopping. She had all the time in the world to think about her desires. She leaned back with a sigh, watching herself in the delicate mirror on her dresser. Yes, she had a lot to offer a man all right!
"Aren't I nice?" she asked herself a little uncertainly, gazing across at her reflection.
She sat up. Her blonde hair shimmered in long sunlit waves around her shoulders in sharp contrast to the brown bedspread. She ran her fingertips all over her soft naked flesh, bringing goose-bumps. Her panties and bra molded perfectly to her body in a creamy softness.
It excited her to think all those boys were looking at her body, to know that they were staring at her breasts and what they were thinking. It made her feel delightfully wicked. She should have been doing her homework, but it was all such a drag. She liked to think of herself doing 'dirty' things in these very private moments when mother was out of the house.
She liked to remember seeing mother and Frank in bed that night. She had gotten home earlier than usual from a party and was just about to enter her room when she peaked through a crack in the bedroom door.
She recalled the shock at seeing her mother spread-eagled out on the twisted sheets, her eyes full of deep lust. Frank, his massive muscular body poised above her, his cock larger than life, presented a picture of lively passion. The sight of two people actually doing what she had always dreamed about had made her almost cream her panties.
Also, she had never pictured mother as a sexual animal. Now she realized with both shock and a certain pride that mother was very much a woman. She had the largest tits she had ever seen, big, brown nipples, long, brown hair. Her eyes were deep green and never looked more beautiful. It was at once one of the most perverse and sexually stimulating visions of womanhood she'd ever imagined. Mother was undulating her ass to the sound of the phonograph playing some heavy jazz music. Frank grinned, licking his bottom lip.
Mother moved sensuously. Her entire face was covered with sweat in the semi-darkened room. They were watching themselves in the mirror and therefore, were not conscious of Cathy's peering eyes. They did not hear her heavy breathing either.
She saw mother's buttocks clench, snap forward. She was spellbound at the mesmerizing pelvis. A shameless profusion of brown muff bucked and twitched like an animal with a hungry force all its own. Cathy's mouth was open now. She couldn't organize her thoughts, couldn't leave the spot where she was standing.
"Oh, Frank, give it to me harder this time," Mother was groaning as she undulated her hips.
"Sure, baby! Just let your cunt suck at my dick. Use those famous muscles of yours."
"Like this?"
"Oh, yeah ... that's it."
"My big, hard cock you," teased mother. Cathy couldn't believe her ears. Such language! And yet she saw that it was very wild, using that talk while screwing. It certainly had its effect on her own pussy, which now seemed drenched with preliminary juice.
Frank was big. His cock was long and fat, though ever-hard. Cathy noted with curiosity the long, blue veins that jutted out. The throbbing vermilion head made her wish she could put the whole thing in her mouth. The balls were heavy and round, like giant eggs. A profusion of hair surrounded them.
The muscles hung heavy in his arms, the chest was deep and covered with black hair. Cathy couldn't make a sound. Mother's beautiful body was thrust to the floor. She tried to rise but the man grinned and easily shoved her to the rug. He fell over her, remaining on his hands and knees. She grasped his huge prick with both hands and tried to thrust its forward plunge aside. Frank grinned evilly and knocked her hands away with some force ... he moved forward and jammed the blood-gorged head toward her mouth. She made a coy face and tossed her head from side to side. Cathy noticed how pleased she seemed with all this.
Frank slapped her, the blow sounding with a loud crack in Cathy's ears. Frank's demanding cock gained quick entrance into the full, wet lipsticked mouth. He started to fuck it as vigorously as if it were a cunt. Cathy was shocked.
Mother lay as though in a half-faint, and Cathy leaned forward to see all she could. Now mother's attitude seemed to have changed. Her hands clutched the man's massive haunches, and she pulled about as much of the over-sized penis into her mouth as she could, bobbing her head and making growling sounds. Frank started to rise, and mother rose with him, never relinquishing that fount of masculinity.
"Oh, Frank, you're so big. I love it!"
He only laughed in response. He staggered backwards, and mother crawled with him, sucking hard. He tore himself from her and flung her across both arms of a chair, bottom up. She lay inert, head hanging and hair covering her face. The man rammed the head of his straining cock cruelly into her anus and her head came up with a jerk, mouth open and eyes bulging.
It was the most exciting thing Cathy had ever seen.
Cathy looked at her mother again at the white pearly face, the melon breasts dangling and swaying with their crimsoned nipples, the blondish hair tossing. Mother was smiling as her lover fucked her ass in short bayonet thrusts.
Then Frank fell to his back and Mother mounted him, impaling her cunt upon his thick erection. She plunged up and down in a delirium of sex. The man's huge shaft glistening red as her frictioning vaginal lips pulled away in joyous reluctance and returned with lust-filled frenzy.
Cathy could hear the loud sucking noises, she could see the perfect breasts bobbing heavily as mother fucked this brute of a man, fucking him like a polished whore, her wet cunt and muscled thighs squeezing in visible ecstasy. She saw the perspiration running greasily along the smiling face. The carmine nipples jiggled in insane patterns. Their mutual climax was the hottest event thus far. Frank groaned in blissful relief, shooting his body upward with a mighty thrust, and she answered with sobs and a great sloshing sound.
Cathy lifted her ass off the sheets as she remembered. She tried to picture the look of ecstasy on her mother's face as she squeezed and pinched her clitoris. Her fingers became drenched in hot come. Now she saw, again, mother taking the long, limp pink opening. She closed her mouth as the woman that was her mother opened hers in fantasy, taking the enormous weapon in two hands, working at it, fitting the tip of it into her soft-lipped mouth. A little at a time she worked it in, her eyes closing as she moved her head in rocking motions. Frank gritted his teeth and abruptly moved closer, she recalled. Mother gagged a little, her lips stretching around the thick prick.
"Oh," murmured Cathy, lost in the memory of it, her mouth, too forming a willing oval. Like a thick, wet snake entering its secret hole, the huge cock disappeared all at once. Mother's face was glistening with sweat. Her head was thrown back now, held in place by Frank's two large hands. He was getting harder and harder. How did mother ever manage to swallow all of that? It must have been halfway down her throat, crushing her tonsils! It was unbelievable.
Slowly, maddeningly, Frank had pulled it from mother's mouth, leaving the tip between her teeth. The cock swayed while she nibbled, her saliva running down the thick base of it, dribbling into his curled jungle of black pubic hairs.
Again she moved her mouth along it, swallowing it clear down to its trunk-like base. As suddenly as it disappeared it would reappear, shining with wetness. Cathy had torn her eyes away from the delicious-looking cock and watched Frank's face. His eyes were dark with desire and pleasure; his hands tore at the long, brown hair, jerking the full-lipped woman from side to side.
Cathy stifled a moan while her two long, pink-nailed fingers slid under her labia, drawing circles against the slippery membrane. She could feel the thick secretions coming now. Her fingers slid easily among the juices, making a sucking noise. She closed her eyes a moment, to better concentrate. She closed her eyes for a moment, pretending that Frank was filling her, fucking her cunt with his massive thick weapon.
She saw him thrust deeper into mother's throat, fucking her mouth hard now as his passion built. Her arms held to his muscular thighs for dear life. Cathy reached her fingers as far as they could go up inside her, digging with her long nails against the two wide walls of her young demanding grotto.
Cathy imagined how delicious that cock really was and made similar noises to herself, stretching her lips to fit over her invisible cock. She imagined herself entering the scene with mother and Frank, removing her school clothes and stretching her mother's long legs out.
A muffled sound would come from mother's mouth at the touch. Frank moved suddenly backward, his tongue licking his lips. "Hi, Cathy," he said in the fantasy, "join us?" The sexy Cathy nodded. She seemed much older, more experienced than the real Cathy.
The two females mother and daughter---------------exchanged glances and did not speak. Frank's huge cock left mother's mouth the long shaft slipping out of the wide, wet, pink lips and slapped against her face. He took his prick in his hands and examined it thoughtfully. Mother reached for it, but Cathy stepped in front of her. She threw back her beautiful head and laughed, her white teeth flashing. "I've grown up, mother, and I'll do what I want Understand?" Her voice was defiant.
"Leave us alone!" protested mother.
"You want all the fun. Frank is younger than you. He needs fresh cunt Right?"
Frank nodded. He seemed pleased to have such a nice specimen of maiden flesh before him. Cathy wiped at her wet face with the back of her hand as she stood, her eyes straying to Frank's swaying cannon. His thick, round balls hung like clusters of purple onions. He fingered his cock, smiling a secret thought.
Then a strange thing happened. Cathy cupped her mother's breasts in her hands. They were full and soft. She licked the nipples. Mother shuddered at the touch, but did not move. Then she kneeled in front of mother and with deft hands parted the brown curly opening. She could see the sticky opening so clearly, it was all so real. Frank slowly bent mother forward until her long, brown hair dangled along the arched spine of Cathy. Frank moved forward, his joint swaying against the backside of mother.
Cathy's long, pink tongue moved, inserting itself with little trouble inside the dripping cunt of the other female. Mother gasped and moved her arms to ward off the former, but was stopped by Frank's vise-like grip as he held those long, white arms tight on either side of her thighs. The big, white ass waved as it moved away from Cathy's sliding teeth and tongue. She made an angry, strangled sound in her throat and gripped the two plump thighs.
The real Cathy moved in a frenzy on the bed, shaking her head with the dizziness she felt. Mother was helpless now, her cunt being sucked and chewed ... and now, Frank was smashing himself against that huge white-cheeked mound of flesh.
Now he was parting the cheeks, rubbing spit on his hands, over the tiny opening. Her sliding fingers found her own tiny anus and slid a finger in easily. Now she too was plugged at both ends, though not so well as the members of her fantasy. Cathy sucked and bit, her lips sliding over the angry red clitoris, and Frank pushed further in, grunting now with the effort. Mother screamed in delicious agony.
She loved Frank's body, his cock. His swollen masterpiece spiralled in and out of the tiny hole. All at once it was in completely.
The three of them were moving in a kind of rhythm. Frank thrust his pelvic bones harder against the white ass, a look of strained anger on his face. When he pushed, Cathy received, full in her open mouth and face the hard round belly of mother. With a series of contortions he moved, pulling it out, slow, like endless torture and then he would wait at the end, resting at the now enlarged opening until the painful moan became a moan of want. Cathy took her mother's legs, forcing her to stand, her legs even more impossibly apart. Anguish and pleasure was written on all their faces.
Cathy felt as though it were really Frank fucking her now while she day-dreamed. She took her right hand, including her thumb, keeping time with the harsh pound of Frank as he slid in and out and formed a somewhat rude cock with her fist, pushing it in and out felt the walls give, the heels of her hand pummeling the hot, red dot of her clitoris. As far as the slippery wetness would take her, she reached, watching the forward pulling of mother, the pushing insistent fucking of Frank.
"Yes, Frank, fill me with all your cock ... just like mother ... all together now, oh ..."
Her hand twisted itself, and she clawed her lining with probing fingers, wishing she could take the place of her mother in real life.
Now Frank pulled Cathy from her grip and threw her down on the floor. With a hoarse grunt he pulled the two cheeks apart, while Frank worked himself up into a frenzy, his hands filled with her blonde hair. The expression on his face changed. With a swooping motion he suddenly aimed himself at dead center and shot his hot sperm into her asshole while she cried out a series of rhythmic screams that sounded animalistic.
Cathy couldn't take anymore. The fantasy was too much. She rolled over in the sheets and worked her hand furiously inside her, pumping her whole body over the pained hand. She felt the water in her mouth as she gasped, swallowing most of it and choking on her own saliva. Then it burst forth, working itself up from the deep caverns a well of thick white syrup, oozing out over her hand. She cried out now, struggling to catch her breath.
In her mind's eye she saw Frank loving her, giving her all he had-just as with mother. Only she deserved to have him close to her. His face seemed to hold all the strength she needed. Her cunt boiled over ... Frank, how she needed him to fill her virgin cunt!
She pulled on her clitoris until it nearly drove her crazy, making her forget who she was. "Oh ... so good...." The cream spilled all over the sheets. Her eyes were closed in deep enjoyment as she turned this way and that. Her fingers gripped the mattress as she ground out her lust.
She inserted a perfume bottle into her cunt, lost in mad desire. She had to feel something in her, something like a cock. That was all she could think of. The neck of the bottle fit nicely inside her pussy and she found she could rub against the sensitive portions of her vaginal wall.
"Fuck me, give it to me," she uttered.
Faster and harder. Long strokes, in and out. Penetrating her cunt like this gave her the illusion of really being fucked. She wondered if Nancy felt the same way she did when she actually did such things. Nancy was her closest friend who had run away from home and gone to a commune to live. Very often Nancy described the various orgies and goings on at the little camp not too far out of the city limits. Boys and girls her own age engaged in all sorts of lewd orgiastic drug-trips, trips which she herself had never dared try. But her curiosity was keen on the subject and she liked to imagine what it was like having sex with more than one guy at a time and such things.
Now, as she neared her next climax, she felt as though she were a part of all that distant erotica. She was some exotic lusty maiden, she thought romantically, out of some primeval past. Deep down inside she knew that as soon as she finished playing with herself she would feel guilty, terribly guilty. Why? She did not know. Wasn't it like Nancy had always said, "Society calls the shots, makes you think it's wrong to make love."
Nancy knew a lot about life. Cathy knew that if she ever had anything troubling her badly enough, Nancy would listen ... Parents didn't know how to listen, that was the whole problem. Her mother never took the time to ask her how she felt, what her problems were, etc. She felt more lost than ever and dreaded school again.
She pushed these thoughts out of her mind. The bottle was drenched with her juices and she wiped it on the blanket. Her delicate pussy was still throbbing from its activity and she parted the lips to look at the mysterious juicy folds that always gave her such deep pleasure.
"I know what you need," she said jokingly. "A little Frank. A piece of his nice big frankfurter," she giggled.
She felt a little giddy. She lay back on the sheets again and spread her legs wide, letting the liquid remnants of her flood trickled out. Her eyes were misty.
"Frank, I love you," she tried out the words.
Her fingers started making small circles inside her pussy. She groaned in agony. She kept the one hand busily at work in her cunt while with the other she reached up and manipulated first one nipple, then the other.
She did not hear the door open, did not see Frank standing there, a wide smile on his face.
CHAPTER TWO
GENERATION GAP
"Well, well, what have we here," he said, loosening his tie.
Cathy froze. She felt the bottom of her stomach drop out. She made a futile attempt to cover herself with a piece of blanket, but it was a fruitless gesture. Frank tore it away from her and buried his hot mouth on hers. "So you want ol' Frankie to give you some meat do you?"
"No!" she said terror-stricken.
"Yes, you do!"
He leaped on her. His kisses awakened her instincts; she was already pretty fired up from the previous masturbations. His hard body was so quick, so lusty, she had no time to resist. She literally melted into his arms.
"Really need it, don't you?" he whispered hotly into her ear, sending chills down her right side.
He dropped his pants and tossed off his shirt. Cathy felt herself staring wildly at his shorts. A small cry of desperation escaped her lips. "Please, no ... do it fast, oh."
She didn't know how to stop him. She didn't want to really. This was what she had needed all along his love, his body. And she responded like a woman.
His knees were on the bed and her hands were unfastening his shorts. As he tried to kick free of them, her hands were running feverishly over his genitals, rubbing his balls and squeezing his throbbing dick. She moaned hysterically as he pumped his meat between her legs. Her legs spread for him while his hands clasped her big tits.
For a few wild moments she seemed impossibly clumsy, one second masturbating him savagely, the next pulling his heavy round sac and rubbing her face along the length of his hot erection.
And then he forced her mouth open. "Let's oil up the piston," he growled. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking and bobbing her head. She had to show him how much she knew. He gripped her breasts and shoulders, and was more and more overwhelmed by the odd sensations.
"Oh, pi-"
Suddenly she lifted her head and he quickly kissed her mouth, sucking on her tongue and licking away her tears. She widened the spread of her legs and pulled him down on her. As he fell he continued to knead her breasts with one hand while the other sought her cuntlips.
"Yes, Frank, do it all to me, darling." It was hot and wet on her pussy as she anticipated his next move. He began to massage her clitoris. She surprised herself by coming on the spot. "Oh, hell, shit," she said gutturally.
She came in long, shuddering gushes, the warm fluid pouring over his hand and trickling along his arm. She lay unmoving for a moment, crooning softly. Frank bent over and sucked her tits soft and easy-like.
He tickled her to awareness again. He knew her body was still greedy for his cock when her hips then began to undulate in the motions of sex. He kissed a pattern to her belly button, let his tongue dabble for a moment while she squealed her joy, and then buried his face in her pungent muff. She groaned as though in agony and opened her thighs wide to envelope his whole head if possible.
He used his tongue very cleverly, running it along the open pink gash several times before finding her clitoris again. It was now as engorged as her nipples and he sucked it noisily. He was on fire. He continued building them up to a roaring conclusion.
He reversed himself over her and she took his cock almost to the pubic bone. He thought he would faint with pleasure. Her knowing little tongue, though inexperienced, seemed to know just how to torment the taut head of his erection, making circles around it. She bathed him in wet fire.
Her steaming cunt welcomed his mouth and regarded his eager sucking with hot gushes that seemed to have no end. When she had let go with her third orgasm, Frank raised himself to his knees. "Ready for the real thing?" he asked, smiling wickedly.
She stared at him with wide eyes, wondering what he had up his sleeve next.
She was awed by the glorious cock. She still whimpered with the pleasure of her last complete climax. In total feminine enjoyment she raised her knees almost back to her shoulders, exposing her relaxed cunt and small tight asshole.
Frank's cock felt like it would burst as he drove it viciously into the slick canal offered him.
She began to cry out in pain, tossing her head from side to side as he ripped past her hymen.
Blood spurted out of her pussy, making her grovel for more sex in a way she had not thought possible. Her legs locked around Frank's butt as he drove his poker into her sucking vagina time after time. Both were too far gone to consider making the session last a long time. They wanted to find the end together soon.
"My hot little virgin, give me your cunt!"
"Take my pussy, take all of it you-big-fucking-bastard!"
She couldn't believe the words that came out of her mouth the obscenities. Yet it all seemed a wonderful part of what they were doing, the really erotic pitch heightened by the second.
He grabbed her plump breasts and squeezed sadistically. She reached down and did the same to his scrotum. "Shoot it into me, Frank, plug me with your juice!"
She heaved her body up at his thrust, tightened her vaginal muscles expertly, and milked agonizingly as she shouted at him. "Spill it all into me, my love! Shoot it deep inside me!"
"Nice tight pussy," he answered, "take my cock in your bush ...!"
A tingle began in his balls and the sex fluid was racing through the long cock. He cried out as jet after jet shot deep into Cathy's generous and loving womb.
"I love you," she whined.
"Move your little ass in circles ... that's it," he coaxed her, pumping her full of his life-giving fluid.
When he pulled out he said, "suck the juice off my cock now, baby."
"Yes, yes," she said like a slave. She would do anything for him now. Anything.
She moaned, sucking hard. She bobbed her head and compressed her bps, tasting all the combined juices there, hoping to please this strange man who possessed her.
Her mouth could detect every throb of his cock as her lips glowed hotly over each pumping vein. She ran her tongue around the base of his glans and tried to take in the whole stalk until the taut knob pushed at her throat. Her cheeks hollowed with the effort and Frank, unable to contain himself, began a gentle screwing motion with his hips. This encouraged Cathy. She used one hand to clasp his naked buttocks, running her fingers along the division of his ass, caressing his anus in a tickling motion.
Frank was breathing heavily. She grasped the stiff dick in both hands, licking at the fat, red head while her face formed the most wanton of expressions.
But instead of coming again, Frank had better ideas. He withdrew suddenly. His blood-filled rod popped loose as her red lips tried to cling to it for a final caress. He then quickly grabbed her ankles and worked her like a lopsided applecart. She fell to her chest with a grunt.
Frank put his body somewhat perpendicular to hers, lifting one of her shapely legs until it stretched the skin and muff at her crotch. He put his thick lance at the entrance of her soggy cunt and drilled home.
"Ah," Cathy sighed.
He rammed her several times in succession, then withdrew and pressed her down on her tummy. He placed his knob at the circle of her anus, very gently at first, then fucked her ass with one terrible blow. The sound of his agitated cock popping into her back passageway was such that she stopped short, numb with a kind of shock.
She started to cry. "Please Frank, honey. Not there!"
"It'll only hurt for awhile, kid. Then the party really starts."
He rammed another inch into her and watched the perfect mounds of her little ass jiggle from the force of it. His aching penis had gained all the ground possible. He rocked back and forth, watching the brown ring of flesh clutch and surrender a bit more to the marauding ram of his cock.
Then he took out his heavy prick slowly, watching her unwilling flesh draw tightly after it. She started to sink away from him, but he drove all the way home again. He moved his tingling prick in and out of the dark, tight passageway. Her buttocks ballooned then went taut. As the pain lessened for her, she crooned into the mattress with lust, shoving her ass backward to take in as much of the pummeling prick as she could.
"Frank," she drooled, her climax approaching. Her head banged the sheets as she rubbed her protruding clitoris against the silky fabric.
His cock was like another arm, its head a huge fist which he would use to batter his way into her already moist slit. Her tits heaved and her mouth opened in a desperate cry as she felt him splicing her orifice, the big knob stretching her hole and pushing deep into her channel without stopping. He was buried to the pubic hair, his glans throbbing and jerking against her uterus.
He pushed in and out of her very quickly, his rapid strokes showing his impatience. The hot fluid sprang from his balls like a burst of fire, ripping down his shaft and spilling into her. A vicious jerking ran throughout his genitals as he spent himself in her warm and willing receptacle.
"Oh, God, fuck me, Frank!!' she cried.
Her asshole crawled along his shaft and she clawed at his back as she realized he had ejaculated. She lifted her ass, pushing higher. The lips of her cunt contracted over his rough fingers in a wet embrace. Frank dug his fingers into her broad, twitching buttocks and his blood-filled rod stampeded up and down her canal with a deep, steady rhythm. Cathy was savoring each and every stroke.
Her pussy was bathed outwardly with the fluids it had expelled as he continued to slam into her. She raised her ass, pelvis jerking. His rounded knob seemed to expand against the walls of her canal and she tried to squeeze it more tightly by clenching her ass. She exploded inside and they fucked like a pair of wolves.
"Oh, give it to me hard, baby!" yelled Frank.
"I love you! Fuck me!"
Neither of them heard the car pulling into the driveway at first. It was Frank, however, who heard Cathy's mother calling out for him. "Frank, are you inside yet?"
"I'm in the john, be right down!" he shouted.
"Well, hurry up, we're going to be late for that movie."
He jumped into his clothes, combed his hair. Cathy watched with deep jealousy as he paid her no mind. "When will I see you again?" she asked him in a faint voice.
"Whenever you need to get a filling, sweetie. Tonight, I'll have to taste of your mother's cunt. Bye," he left the room with a wink.
Cathy's heart sank. That bastard! So that was what men were like once you had them. As the car pulled out of the driveway and down the street she felt a sudden hatred for them both. Mother would have him that night, just as she had. Nothing mattered to Frank. Love was an empty word.
She fell on the bed in tears ... hours passed, and darkness filled the house. She felt so depressed. Her cunt was sore and bloody so she bathed. Then shortly after ten o'clock a wild idea overtook her. "I'm going to run away. I'm going to go to Nancy's commune."
And then, without packing a single item, she left her house. All she wore was a pair of jeans, some beads around her neck, and blouse. For the first time in her life, she wore no bra. The points of her breasts pressed like pebbles from the inside of her jersey.
She walked and walked, the anger burning in her heart. She realized that this was the only course of action. Life had no meaning for her. Older men wanted sex, that was all. They didn't understand what it was all about. Nancy would help her.
She took a bus to the far end of town, then walked. A woman gave her a lift to Silo junction and then she walked some more. Finally, a little after one-thirty, she arrived.
The camp was small, a series of tents and make-shift houses, located by the Hanger River. Hippie-types and various school faces she had once known wandered about. Girls were making baskets, preparing food, etc. A tall man with a beard like an old prophet wandered about the place with piercing eyes. His hands shook and he wore a long, gray robe.
She felt a little strange at first. A short girl with black eyes and long, dark brown hair came over to her. "Need help honey? Dropping out of the mad world?"
Cathy nodded. "I'm looking for Nancy Shipman."
"Third tent to the left."
She pointed down the row of tents with a smile. "Nancy is a groovy chick all right. Everybody loves her."
The girl eyed her from head to toe as if she were a specimen. Cathy continued down the row of tents, her eyes watering from a strange odor, like incense.
When she got to the tent, she hesitated. "Come on in," said a masculine voice. She entered. Her mouth fell open. There in the darkness, with a single candle burning their faces, was a group of people smoking pot. The shocking part of it was that they were all naked.
Cathy was surprised to see her friend Nancy there also. She was situated between two guys who were smoking on pot and running their fingers lightly up and down her large breasts. Nancy smiled and got up. "I'll be damned. What are you doin' here?" She got up and hugged her friend.
"Oh, Nancy, I'm so unhappy."
"Tell me all about it, honey," said Nancy, her bare chest pressing against Cathy's blouse. She hugged her close.
Cathy told her story and the others nodded now and then, their eyes half-closed with the pot. "Yeah, baby, we dig your story."
"Meet part of the family," said Nancy.
"First, have a drink," said one male voice. A pitcher of wine was passed to her. She drank long and hard of it, knowing that otherwise her inhibitions would be too great. She had to fit in here.
It worked. Soon she became very woozy. Someone handed her a stick of pot and she took a long drag of the stuff, just as she had seen the others do.
"This is Paul," Nancy was saying. "The handsomest guy in the crowd. Very independent though."
"Hi, Cathy," said a smooth voice. Cathy looked up to see a rugged masculine face. He was very tall and sat by himself in a corner of the room. His organ was very long and she couldn't seem to take her eyes off of it. His muscles rippled all over his athletic body. "Hi, Paul," she said.
"And this is Sheila," continued Nancy.
Sheila was short, plump, but very stacked. The kind of girl you saw in men's magazines.
Big tits, sensual face, real dirty-looking. She eyed Cathy in a strange way. One hand was on Paul's shoulder, a little possessively, Cathy noticed.
"Hello, baby," said Sheila, her eyes drowsy with acid and pot, "welcome to the land of love in all its forms."
The others were not clearly made out in the shadows. She was introduced to all of them, but could not recall any of the names. Anyway, the wine and grass was having its effect.
"Shed your clothes and your hang-ups," said Nancy, "that's the first thing. Around here we all belong to each other."
Slowly, Sheila and Nancy began undressing Cathy. It was a wild feeling to have two females taking off all her clothes in front of other men and women. She felt like a stripper or something.
Piece by piece, all her clothes were removed, and with them she felt all her inhibitions. Her naked body trembled in the darkness, awaiting the next move. She felt all eyes on her body. She knew she was well-shaped, but still felt nervous. She took another drag on her reefer.
The others just grinned at her, knowing what she felt. Only Paul, his gaze steady, spoke kindly. "This will pass soon," he said, "don't be afraid. We love you. We know what you've been going through. But it's important for you to shed all the phony hang-ups that society has placed on you. We all had to go through the same change."
His voice comforted her. She knelt down in the dirt, feeling her nipples harden, her whole body shake with the high she was getting.
Couples around her taking on the positions of intercourse. One girl was mounted like a dog, while her male partner lifted his head to suck and nibble on a second girl's vagina. She in turn was sucking Paul's long cock he had stood up.
But it was Nancy who caught her eye. Nancy was certainly different now from when she had known her. She lost herself almost completely to what she was doing. The boy who was fucking her--someone she called Brad--energetically sucked and licked every inch of her body while she kept saying, "Oh, yes, eat me alive, you big stud. I'm horny as hell ... mmm, suck it all out, lap my juices."
Nancy seemed oblivious to the fact that others were there. She was startled, also, to see her enjoy her lust with such overt movements; she wiggled her ass, flung her pelvis up and back. "See, Cathy?" she said finally, "see how you must fuck? With your whole heart and body: take all the cock you can get in this world, that's my motto."
She lived by her words. Never had Cathy seen such an open exhibition of rampant sexuality. The others were no different they kept exchanging partners, male and female, rolling on blankets, groping hotly.
The cots were used for all sorts of positions. A fellow came into the room, wearing only a pair of pajamas. Two girls grabbed him. Four hands got him. He started to resist, and one of the female hands deftly unzipped his pajamas. His hot erection sprang forth and her fingers tugged at him. He went with them like a man in a trance. The warm little hands of the twin sisters-both blonde and vivacious were working feverishly at his clothing. In two minutes he was stark naked, like the others. One of the girls ran the tips of her fingers around his balls, then followed along his aching shaft. Cathy's eyes grew ever bright as she lusted over his strong organ.
The man faltered as he felt the first girl's tongue flicking at the tip of his penis. The moist, warm object rolled around his glans in an exciting, delicate manner. A tremor ran through his flanks. Her tongue flicked out again and again. He watched as her mouth engulfed his knob, sucking it gently. He looked down, still reluctant, saw those pretty red lips forming a wet oval around his hot flesh, saw the jaws moving with the rhythm of a perfectionist. His eyes fell to her breasts, creamy yellow and cherry-tipped. And Cathy swallowed hard as the girl's thighs squeezed together. She saw the change in the man. Desire charged through his bloodstream, his stiff prick acting as an antenna to broadcast a warning to the girl who caressed it.
He grasped her hair, trying to shove all of his tool into her still-sucking mouth. She was gorged by the suddenness of his movement, yet she did not shirk her duty. He was actually choking her, yet the bluish eyes seemed to relish the thought of being strangled in such a manner.
He strained to come into her mouth, but the second girl spoke out, "Not yet, sister. Give him to me now!"
The boy pushed the second girl toward the floor. She sprawled on her back, her buttocks resting on the edge of the blanket. Her thighs spread, and her slit opened in a red, moist line of desire. Still standing, he grasped her thighs and pulled her cunt to him. She wrapped her ankles around his waist. Her ass quivered deliciously as his glans slid along her thigh, drawing ever nearer to her hungry cunt. His dart struck the spreading gash and sank into it, and her moist channel made a slight sucking sound as he slipped deeper into it. "Oh, crazy, wild!" she rolled her head to and fro, closing her eyes in a tight line of undreamed of ecstasy.
He jammed her six, perhaps seven times.
His hard cock filled her vagina to the mouth of her clasping womb. She absorbed his hammering blows without a whimper. Angry at being devoured by such a small woman, he began to take long, deep strokes. Her passageway was a mass of hot, wet folds. He rotated his shaft as he drove forward. Then he withdrew his slick shaft. Lifting her hips even higher, he aimed his knob at her small, puckering anus. "No!" she protested, stifling a cry of surprise. He continued to press her. She tried to free her ass from his gripping hands. He jerked her buttocks apart, stretching them like soft rubber. Her eyes widened with pain, and the sight excited Cathy to no end. She had crawled nearer to the trio.
His knob ground against that red, tight hole like a bit, its tip growing hot with the friction. Cathy could almost hear the sound of the rubbery orifice as it strained to admit him. The limpid, hot fluids tricked from her slit and flowed around his knob. He rammed her again as the lubricants gathered around her asshole, and his searing knob made a popping sound as it pushed through.
She screamed sharply as his stalk showed no mercy. He looked down, grinning at the tight pink tissue which engulfed his glans. His hands tightened on her ass and hips. The small red glow of the dwindling candle cast a mysterious light on the orgy. Cathy shuddered as she watched the man's eyes bulge from his head. His prick became a lance of death, with which he hoped to destroy or so it seemed the wide-open entrance.
She squirmed and cried beneath him as his hard flesh battered more deeply into her cringing rectum. He heard her sister pleading to be taken as well as she clawed at both their bare buttocks and licked the juices that were overflowing.
The girl's screams became more pronounced, then gradually subsided into sobs of joy as he exploded.
"I'm coming, oh, how I came!" she whimpered. The fluids gushed hotly from her pussy and oozed around the boy's stalk. The sight fired up Cathy's nerves she felt hotter than ever.
The other girl now tugged at the fellow's arms. "Please, now me," she pleaded, drawing her away from her prostrate sister.
Cathy stared for a moment at the first girl's battered mound. The pot in her system made her see every curl and drop of come on it. It seemed like a vast hairy valley with sunshine. Her anus was still puffed and extended, and the creamy fluids still trickled gently from her pussy, oozing between the cheeks of her ass and wetting the sheets. The man looked at his prick. It still throbbed with festered passion. His balls were hard and aching in their dangling sac. The second girl tugged at his arm again, and he turned on her, wrestling her to the dirt. She sighed happily.
Her eyes were full of adoration and she stirred, moved her legs, crawled, then rolled. He forced her to lie on her stomach while his fingers tore at her ass. The pink rosette showed itself and he rammed his knob at it.
Cathy noted how much better he liked that hole, it was so tight and delicious. The girl grimaced, her buttocks clenched in resistance, and his knob popped away. He pried at those lovely mounds again. "No," said the girl, daring him. "Eat me first."
She hooked her legs around him and drew him down into her muff. Even Cathy could smell a strange exotic perfume mingling with the aroma of their combined sexes.
"Come on, suck it," the girl continued.
Her thighs tightened on his head and she slowly eased her mound upward. His lips touched her spreading labia. Pink, hot, moist as fresh cherries. His moving eyes caught a glimpse of her hairy mound, looked to see the girl getting up. His tongue flicked out, the tip forcing its way into the beginning of her slit. "Oh," she squirmed sensuously as his tongue moved the entire length of her tingling crevice. "Chew on it, baby," she said huskily.
The man's tongue pushed deeply into her, hard, like an erected penis. It was fascinating to watch. Her buttocks snapped against his chin quivering. "My clit," she cried, "get it fast, please. Oh, baby!"
"You hot-assed bitch," he murmured into her steaming folds. He found her love flesh. It was slick and congested, a female penis probing at his mouth, moisture seeped from her folds, hot and wet against his pressing chin.
"Get it, you fucker," she urged. The heat of her thighs burned against his face as he pulled her clitoris between his lips. It was alive, female, moving. His tongue grasped it like a baby taking a nipple, sucking. She moved, her sex driving her mad. Her buttocks clenched and quivered and the strong muscles of her thighs sent tremors along either side of his head as she came profusely.
He withdrew from her soft thighs, and his eyes were wild with desire as he stared into her lovely face. The full, sensuous mouth moved, red, warm, beckoning. He sprang forward, forcing his gigantic erection between those ruby lips. The other girl tongued his anus and stuck a finger into her sister's ass.
"No, wait-she gasped, but her hands came up to grab his shaft. The fiery knob popped free and she clasped his cock with frightened, greedy eyes.
His ass moved against her tits, and the nipples seemed to burn into his hard flesh. She raised her head, the red mouth quivering. Her lips were voracious, devouring him. Gently, she sucked him, then more ravenously as the tide of perversity took hold on her, sweeping her into the powerful byways of sex. Her lips were molded tightly around his white shaft, her tongue rolling around his glans as she applied suction. Her face was bloated and congested, wanting all of him. Cathy thought that his testes were being drawn through his canal. He was tense and straining, making no effort to pull out as the end neared. Her mouth continued to work feverishly until she tasted the hot jets against the roof of it. Semen still trickled from the head of his prick as he pulled away, but then he sank between her thighs in one smooth movement. Still stiff, he found her warm slit and pushed into it. Her vagina hugged his shaft tightly and he slithered through the slippery folds until his balls slapped wetly against her ass.
She grunted, shoving her mound at him until her vagina had obtained the final half-inch of his rod. Ecstasy ripped through her genitals as his hot cock filled her belly. He took thirty long strokes into her, thrusting against the quivering, sucking mouth of her womb. He ejaculated, and she met him with a new and profound gushing of her own.
Cathy fell back against the pole of the tent, watching. Her throat was very dry. She couldn't believe all that was going on; it was like a dream. A mad, sexy dream.
CHAPTER THREE
FREE LOVE
She continued to stare in disbelief around her. Everyone was screwing and smoking. Tablets were dropped. All sorts of odd arrangements were formed. Two girls, one guy. Three guys, one girl. Four girls and two guys and so one. Never had she imagined so many combinations possible.
Now her eyes were on Nancy. Nancy was involved with one guy after another, but now she was really concentrating on one stud. A tall, good-looking clean-shaven guy. He was built like an Olympic champion, had dark blue eyes and blonde hair. He was fucking Nancy in the standing position, and she could see how his long, white shaft moved in and out of her juicy box like crazy.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," Nancy was saying, licking her lips and drooling. Her face had a gleam to it, the gleam of sexual addicts that Cathy would get to know so well in the days to come.
"Get with somebody and fuck," said Nancy, looking over at her young friend. "Believe me, it only hurts for a little while."
Paul was taking one of the blonde twins now. He pulled her to him, his fingers digging into her firm ass, his tongue feeding deeply on her helpless mouth. He bit her ear, and kissed her neck and shoulders. She pressed against him, hot, impatient, looking for his dick. Her hand moved, searching for his stiff rod. He put one arm behind her thighs, lifted her, and carried her to a mattress which was placed against the far side of the big tent.
His mouth moved along her flat, quivering belly, kissed the hairline of the dark triangle, pressed against the unruly bit of fur at the beginning of her labia. She tried to widen her thighs, to give him more entrance. Sweat bathed Paul's muscular torso, and his fully erected penis sprang strongly from his groin. The girl eyed it, lustfully, living only for the sensations supplied by the moment. The boy fell between her thighs, passing but seconds to aim his shaft, then slipping it quickly into her hairy rift. Her mouth opened, and she whimpered softly as he rodded her good. A few others gathered around the writhing couple, waiting, whetting their appetites like a bunch of vultures.
Cathy felt a strange attraction for Paul. She felt a little jealous even, seeing him possess this other girl. It was strange, she didn't even know him. He lay with the girl, fucking her like a machine, his cock now slippery and shiny with her fluids. A second boy fell to his knees beside her. Leaning forward, he fondled her breasts, then put his lips to it and sucked it. The girl gasped. A third boy joined them. He pushed close to her face, shoving his stiff prick toward her open mouth. She stared at its vermilion tip and turned her face away. The guy between her legs ejaculated and a second quickly climbed into the saddle.
Cathy could no longer contain herself. She had to join in. Her pulse was beating rapidly, her cunt itching for cock, any cock. Now the girl turned her head toward the penis laying at her face. Her mouth puckered, trembling, and took it all in. She sucked slowly at first and then was promptly carried away by her voracious appetite.
Taking a long drag on her reefer, Cathy felt herself rising upward, into a sky of contentment and pure lust. Her tits shook and she jutted her cunt outward. She squirmed in the dirt, looking around for someone to take her. Again, another long puff of the grass ... Nancy, licking the belly of her lover ... another drag of the stick ... she's holding his cock ... me, too, please....
She felt as if a great weight was lifted from her; she also knew she had made the right decision in coming here. She needed, wanted to be free, high! High! Forever high!
Now Nancy was taking the fat knob of the boy's cock deep and hot into her lips. It was enough to make her skin tingle with wild, depraved lust and desire. Nancy grasped the heavy balls in her sweaty, soft hands and squeezed. The boy's face was filled with sweat. "Oh, baby, suck it all, make me fly," he said.
She knew how to make a man horny, all right. He halted, then came in her mouth, and the hot, white lava poured out thickly from the corners of her mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes," someone was saying. Other vagrant, noisy voices joined in, moaning, sighing. Cubes of acid were then quickly dropped. Cathy felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned.
It was Sheila. "Come on, rich bitch, join the party," she said. She put her hot mouth right on Cathy's lips. She tried futilely to resist but the drug was taking her off, making her weak. Her legs gave. She fell to the ground.
Sheila worked quickly, removing all her clothes. She was quite pretty. Cathy moaned, not caring who or what overcame her. Her whole gorgeous body trembled expectantly, as if some terrible yet beautiful, holy thing were about to happen.
The girl grinned lasciviously. "Don't be afraid. It's a lot of fun. Your first acid trip is the best."
But Cathy wondered. A fear gripped her chest as Sheila drew near. Sweat poured down her features, trickling over their bodies. Heavy breathing filled the air.
She caressed Cathy's hardening buds with agile fingertips, teeth and lips. Then her experienced tongue wandered all over every warm part of her body. She felt herself responding, feeling with her very own hands the most intimate parts of the other girl. Sheila's delicate hands went on Cathy's naked breasts, exploring them frantically wildly. Both girls let out a deep gasp of pleasure.
The sensation was like that of a machine on her; crazy, long fingers grinding at her nipples, seething with passion. She then felt something grinding into her crotch, and hot fingers penetrating her anal region. Both moaned and gasped again.
Now she was joining in fully; they were screwing and kissing each other with mouth and fingers, interchanging gracefully, like ballet dancers.
Cathy looked as if she were impaled on a spear-point, high up held aloft by Sheila's beautiful tongue. Her dark eyes, like rainbow gems, were full of fiery colors now.
The addition of a finger in Cathy's rear passage only intensified the sensation of being hooked, incapable of escape. A new wild energy prowled in them as they sucked and licked around and around the world.
"Oh, Sheila, it's so good," moaned the young girl, her eyes closed. Sheila had mounted her and they were rubbing pussy to hot boiling pussy. Cathy was delirious with ecstasy her body whipped all about on the ground as if charged with a thousand volts. There was no stopping her now she couldn't seem to get enough. Her toes dug into the ground; her face was a mask of deep pleasure.
From a comer of her eye Cathy could see Paul climbing right on top of Nancy, fucking her ass. What really shocked her the most was that Nancy was sucking another girl's asshole. It was certainly a lewd chain, and the scene made her even more horny in many of her own gropings.
She let out a stifled cry as Sheila's fiery tongue moved; then slivered in and out of her burning vagina. "Yes, suck me, eat all of me, I'm flying!" cried Cathy, eyes burning.
Nancy looked over at them, her behind full of Paul's long, firm enormous dick. "Suck her good! Go ahead, while I get a nice big assful of the biggest cock here!" She was wild, drunk with wild lubricity. They all were.
Then Sheila shifted gears and let up on her direct seething attack. She started kissing the smooth round belly, licking around the flesh along the inside of the upper thigh, while her warm eager hands delicately played with the peaks of Cathy's tits, making new little sucking movements with the fingers. It was a nerve-and-skin tingling sensation that teased her partner; she almost fainted.
Suddenly Sheila grabbed Cathy under the knees and pushed at her legs, back to where her knees almost met her ears. What the hell was she going to do now? thought Cathy, her face red with new fever. The drug was smothering her with passion.
Then Sheila centered her tongue on Cathy's brown anus. It was grand. The feeling of a hot tongue spiralling in and around the brown tight puckered opening was more delicious than she could have imagined. She felt herself losing all grasp of reality; ;t was like a dream or a wild fantasy.
"Now you'll get a big kiss from my pussy, honey," laughed Sheila. She got on her knees over the other's chest. She spread both her legs as far as they would go.
"Lean on your elbows," Sheila instructed further.
Cathy propped her upper body up on her elbows. Her beautiful face was now directly opposite the soft quivering lips full and wet of the other girl's cunt. The open gash was a juicy sight, all right: a target of pleasure.
Sheila took Cathy's head in her hands and kissed her all over with her luscious hot cunt ... She rubbed her pussy like a madwoman. Whenever she neared the mouth, a hot tongue would dart out like a snake's and soft lips would press passionately against her swollen labia. The girl thrust her pelvis back and forth and then rotated her hips as if she were a belly dancer.
Cathy's face was ablaze as she gave in entirely to these wicked tastes. Both girls were lost in their passions. Sheila's soft, clenching cunt was steaming now; the boiling juices were flowing from it, dripping down Cathy's lower cheeks, and the curly softness of hair surrounding it crackled each instant Sheila rubbed against it.
"Ugh ... I can't ... oh, yes ... mmm!" Cathy was ecstatic.
She took the attack now, embracing Sheila around the wide hips and pressing her entire face into the moist forest. It was delicious. She could hardly stand it. Again she rubbed her lips over the vaginal entrance, burying her tongue in the warm entrance way of the girl's lewdly squirming cunt. She could hardly breathe or talk, but was enjoying every minute of it anyway. She laughed down deep in her throat. Between her tongue and upper lip she grabbed the clitoris and chewed vigorously on it. The bud was so engorged with warm red blood that it protruded out in a way that made grasping it, sucking like this quite easy. Then she began sucking and slurping, harder, making loud hot noises. Hearing such sounds rise up in her very own crotch was so delightful, it seemed, that she arched wildly and exploded. Her eyes filled with tears of delight.
Her quivering gasps gave way to an agonizing scream. The loud ultimate of this love torture had come. The orgasm was so long and obliterating that she became hysterical, tossing her blonde vivacious head about like a wild animal. She grinned, biting her lips to blood.
A hippie in the corner, alone, stoned, was jacking his long, hard, skinny prick off, watching. Spurts of hot come jettisoned into the air and Cathy saw it as a blob of her imagination: a white soggy protoplasm that symbolized her newborn lust.
Just then she looked up and saw a tall, pock-marked young boy of about nineteen. He wore a mustache and held, high and steady above him, a strange-looking whip. 'That's Oscar," explained the groggy-eyed Sheila, "sadism is his bag. He's going to try and beat us," she giggled.
Cathy's heart sank. Beat them? What kind of crap, she wondered, was this? She didn't dig that scene at all, no sir. Her eyes closed. But before she could even move, the hairy, ugly fellow lifted and brought down his weapon.
It smashed mercilessly.
Smack!
"Ouch!" cried Cathy.
Swack! Smack! Thwack!
Each time he brought the whip down, his cock grew another full inch. A long, long organ with a torpedo's head. The eyes in his head were deep set, beady. He was naked.
"Kneel, you two!" he commanded.
Cathy paused. "You'd better do as he says," urged Sheila, at once, "this cat means business."
Reluctantly, Cathy did as she was told. This mad guy, eyes burning, might kill them. They both kneeled obediently on their sweat-filled hands and knees. Without delay he brought the whip down harshly again, on their curvy asses.
He drooled over them. The girls bit their lips to salty, bright blood. Slam! Whack!
Their asses jiggled gleefully under what must have been much great pain. He grunted and threw away the whip at last. They breathed a sigh of relief. It was over.
His eyes boiled with keen fervor as he gloated over the two fresh pussies lying before him. His large prick, with its dangling pair of fat balls, turned them both on.
"First you," he said to Cathy.
Without a further word, he got behind her gorgeous rump. She could feel him getting into position to slip his long, hard shaft into her steaming cunt.
"That's good!" he hissed.
"Oh," moaned the girl, her eyes filled with tears.
He grabbed her at the waist and slowly pulled her pelvis back so that their genitals became juxtaposed. When she knew that he was lurking outside her aching cunt, she thrust her belly back and her buttocks higher so that he slipped into her cunt without any trouble. She heard him let out a harsh sigh as his huge prick filled her tight anus. Sheila listened to the crackling of their commingled pubic hair through her acid-filled brain. She watched as the giant ground away into Cathy's open loins in a rotary fashion.
"Go, baby, go!" yelled Sheila, still on her hands and knees.
Then she got in front of Cathy, arched backwards and exposed her pussy to Cathy's mouth. "Please suck me, honey," she said.
The boy spat on them both. "Bitches, horny bitches!
He reached under and grabbed Cathy's breasts which had been swinging up and down like bells. She shoved her hot ass right back at him so he could gorge her more. Her nipples were now good and red. He rammed his head of flesh into her as brutally as he could. She began to feel the first tremors of an approaching climax.
"Oh, yes, how filthy I am! Fuck me, I'm stoned!"
"Take it all in, cunt! Here's my fat cock!"
Cathy kept kissing the juicy hole before her. Her warm cunt sent jolts of electric shots back to her anus. She kept sucking Sheila's delicious sperm-wet cunt for the others to see.
It was a delicious encounter, one that pleased her very much. Sheila shoved back and forth wildly, eyes dilated.
Most of the others were occupied as well. Various threesomes, triangles and foursomes were formed. Chains of the hottest lust. Unlike anything she could have imagined. Her tremors mounted, causing her to tremble throughout her body. Her breath came in rapid, sharp quivering gasps. Higher, higher!
"Oh, cream in me, fuck me, give it all to me while I eat her. I love her hot box!" she shrieked.
At the same time she licked Sheila's cunt faster.
"Oh, eat me, eat me!" cried the latter as well.
The walls of Cathy's stomach were sucking at the brute's big, long, hard cock. She came in her canal and then changed hot openings finding the sweet open cunt.
"Don't stop," said Cathy, unhappy with this delay.
But it was only momentary. Sheila turned around, grinned lasciviously and presented her ass crack to Cathy. Sensing her desire in only a second, and being especially horny now, she flung her tongue into all of the opening.
The boy was tireless, it seemed. The drug was giving and filling him with a strange virility. He had begun to sense a new trembling ferocity in his victim's belly and the sucking movement in her cunt made him take a giant leap to the pinnacle of orgasm.
"Very nice ... that's it, now! Damn it, now!"
He plunged with every ounce of his being. The three of them gave vent to their agonized groans. Finally, at the final moment, with the last quiver to come down his spine into the shaft of his penis, the boy lost all control and belted torrents, rivers of hot juice into the beautiful teenager beneath him. It was a chain reaction of continuous, rampant sensuality.
Then, at last, the three of them lay back on some soft blankets, cradling one another. "That was so ... so...." Cathy was at a loss for words. Her mind had been expanded. It seemed that love between three people was the grooviest thing she had ever experienced.
The others around them were resting too. "There are a whole bunch of marvelous things we do together," said Nancy. She was cradled in Paul's arms. He seemed asleep. "In time you'll get together with everyone. Each cat has something new to offer in the way of sex. And the combinations, well, you'll see!"
"This is the greatest thing I've ever felt," said Cathy, warmly. "I feel everyone loves me." But deep down inside her, where no one could see, she felt something was wrong. Very wrong!
CHAPTER FOUR
MOMMY'S GONE HUNTING
Ruth quickly smeared lipstick over her mouth. Her hands and face were shaking. "Oh, Frank, why did she?"
But the latter could only sit on the couch and stare blankly out the window. He suspected it had something to do with that business of his 'seduction' the previous day. Now the brat had disappeared. Great! If anything had happened to her, he'd be the guilty one. Women!
"It's not fair for her to act this way," continued Ruth, frowning. She wore a cotton miniskirt that revealed amply her very shapely, long legs. Even in this situation Frank couldn't keep his eyes blue and alert off them. She was something else, this gal. Real hot stuff! All woman! Knew how to please a man.
Not as tight as her daughter though, he laughed inside. No, sir! She would really kill him if she knew. He saw again those ripe plump young tits bobbing while he plugged deep into her ass. Delicious! Soft, youthful flesh. Firm, ripe ... now she was gone. Crazy chick! Took off for no reason.
"Button me up, honey," said Ruth, still looking into the reflection of the mirror with narcissistic intensity. Her very large, oval breasts were a feast for any man's hungry eyes.
But Frank wasn't too hungry at the moment. He could not think, could only worry about that teenage girl running off. "She's probably just with some friend," he said aloud.
"Not my Cathy. She knows better than to get me upset and worried. Ever since that sonofabitch of a husband of mine took off, she hasn't been the same!"
Sure, blame it on him again, thought Frank. He had inside him a strange sympathy for this invisible husband whom he constantly heard of, but had never met. Ruth did have a way of yakking your head right off. You had to wait til she was all naked and horny. Then he liked her; the talk got rough and juicy.
"Let's go," she said suddenly, grabbing her black purse quickly off the dressing table. A shaft of lamplight came through the large wide window. It was a nice evening to stay home and fuck. That's what he wanted. Frank, the eternal sensualist, got up and threw on his heavy tweed light-colored sports jacket.
"Well, where do we go first?" he asked, as they first stepped out of the house. A cool breeze hit Ruth in the neck and the face. "I hope she has a place to sleep."
"I'm sure."
"What?"
"Nothing," he turned the key in the ignition and they pulled out.
"We'll start at one end of town and work our way all the way back," said the woman, still primping in the rear view mirror.
Whatta you think, gas money grows on trees, he thought. His job at the steel mill wasn't bad, but he still wasn't Rockefeller. But she never considered that she thought he was some kind of millionaire. Well, you just had to take all the crap for nice hot cunt. Not many women in town were quite as horny and knew all the ropes in bed. That's why he stuck with her.
They drove all around town, but saw nothing, nothing at all. She asked questions, called people she knew from booths, inquired, exhausted every idea she could muster. But still no Cathy. Nowhere. She blamed herself in part. Guilty feelings attacked her, and it seemed she never stopped talking. Frank was sick and tired of the whole thing.
Finally, tired and angry with one another, they turned and drove back to the house. Frank fell on the couch and loosened his tie. "There's nothing to worry about," he said. "She's probably with some guy."
"You bastard!" yelled Ruth, tearing off her blouse. "My daughter doesn't even know what sex is."
Frank laughed.
She slapped him across the face. He pulled her to the wide couch. "Stop. I have to call the police. They'll find her."
Frank's eyes narrowed. "Don't be ridiculous. Everyone in town will know. Give it a few more hours. I know she'll turn up."
He began kissing her. She pulled away and he smashed her across the face. She cried and he grabbed a whiskey bottle. He pried open her mouth with his left hand and with the other quickly fit the bottle neck into her mouth. He made her drink. "This bottle will quiet you, baby," he said.
Ruth drank. She was halfway to becoming an alcoholic anyway, so there wasn't much resistance. She swallowed eight or nine ounces of scotch. Frank was pleased. He knew she'd soon be loose. That was the way he liked her, all sassy and voluptuous. Then she would forget all this crap about her daughter. Yes, he liked her wild and sexy.
"Everything's all right now," he soothed, removing her skirt. He pulled her underpants off in a second, exposing her. "So soft," he cooed into her ear.
"Soft," she repeated, drunk and eager.
He pulled off his trousers hurriedly. She lay back on the warm thick rug. He rolled over and reached for her. She pushed him all the way back, one hand against his chest. "Let me do you, darling, I like that," she said. His body had no resistance in it, and he fell on his strong back, sinking deep into the soft furry rug. Ruth got up again, eyes blinking, and plugged in a color strobe her daughter used often at parties. A light box that sent various colored lights, orange, red, blue, yellow and green shimmering over one another on the ceiling.
She stood up and started to dance, the lights flooding her shape and painting it with fantastic patterns. Her hips started to move in the rhythms of the dance. Frank flipped on the phonograph. A weird psychedelic music played. Her hips started to double the beat, and kept up its pattern.
"Look at me Frank," she sloshed. "I'm a fuckin' wild, sexy hippie," her face was slack, open.
Sweat gleamed on her body and ran down the sides of her flesh, in streams, which the colored light converted to rivers and circles of heat. She shook her head as she undid her hair. It swung around wildly, shadowing her face. Frank's body was responding; his hairy long, beefy legs moved on the rug and without getting up, he looked up and danced back at her, answering her complicated movements of jiggling breasts and throbbing hips.
She was so naked, so alive with the colors, that Frank really could have rammed her there. But he knew she had better, much better things in store.
She fell to the floor at his feet and took the long, wide, big toe of his left foot between her teeth and gently started to press, then nipped harshly. Her tongue ran down over the inner sole of his foot and flicked up toward the heel. It worked its way all over the bottom of his foot. Then she licked between each of his toes. She next took his big toe into her mouth again. Frank thrashed wildly back and forth on the rug.
"You hot cunt you," he muttered.
He breathed heavily, and she slid his toe very quickly out of her mouth and ran pointed fingernails up his legs. She sucked on his hairy calf, bit into his flesh. He moaned and sighed like a baby as she moved upwards, timing her motions to the music. She then tried to get to the inside of his thigh.
Pulling, the little hairs between her lips, smoothing it all with her tongue, sucking the soft flesh of his thigh, she then made him tremble with lust. His eyes were wide open and rolling wildly, following the lights on the walls. She moved her form around and started working down from the top. She ran her tongue all the way into his ears and nose, at the same time moving her beautiful blonde head over him lightly, fingernails drawing circles around his tits, the boyish nipples. They stood up and swelled with dark, hot blood.
Her pink tongue flicked on his nipples and she started to hotly nibble on them. Then she buried her head deep in the hollow of his collar.
"My dick, hurry!"
"Yes, baby. Whatever you want."
She moved her head down towards his rigid prick. She took a big mouthful of his pubic hair and sucked on the skin underneath. His scream rose. Her tongue moved onto his cock. She took in the knob, slipped around to the underside and started slowly to lick up toward the head again. She took long, luscious slow licks from the base up to the head. Then she lifted her head and with one quick motion took his whole prick, right to the very base, deep into her mouth with a flourish of tongue. She sucked maddeningly on him; her arms found their way under his moving wide hips and hugged him to her mouth.
His arms went out and his hands fell onto her blonde, gorgeous head, shoving his prick in another notch. Deep spurts of wild juice began to pull his brain through his cock, tearing his whole body. She jumped, loving every inch of his ripe throbbing organ. She sucked out every last drop.
Ruth's thighs were soft in the dancing lights. She grinned warmly. Her thighs gleamed with cunt juice. Frank caught his breath and then his cock was growing nice and hard again.
She lay down on her stomach and waited for him. Her eyes darkened. "Come on Frankie, do it to me the way I like," her voice, low and beckoning, was husky, stoned.
He looked at her beautiful body lying before him: it was a voluptuous meal that was irresistible to him. He felt his mouth watering at the sight of her. She was certainly well-built beyond any of the women he had known.
Her white ass was inviting and full. He pushed himself on top of her and took a mouthful of her soft buttock. She moaned. He sucked and licked at her ass and the back of her thighs, smiling and gently covering it all with a shining coat of spit. She laughed. He licked gently, covering the white flesh with bluish-green hickies. He slipped his tongue into her crack and gave a lick, then into her ass and gave her a long careful ream. His tongue struck as far into her stretched anus as he could make it. She was twisting, moving with timeless joy. He straddled her and lowered his body.
"Here," he muttered.
Sinking his cock deep into her asshole, he grabbed the beautiful nape of her neck between his white teeth. He buggered her sharply, gnawing her armpits.
Her yelps turned into screams of pleasure while all the time his stiff prick pumped hard into her anal cavity. They both became more furious, drunk with the lights and music. His body pressed her tightly into the rug. Her throat let out a roar of pleasure. They both perspired profusely.
"Oh, shit, Frank! I'm ready! Come in me!"
"You sweet fucking cunt, let me bugger you good. Ah!"
When she climaxed he kept up his buggering and biting. She kept coming until her shrieks turned to shouts of deep, hot need.
"Yes, oh yes! Fuck me to death! I can't take it anymore, you big prick you!"
He tore at her insides. His cock was a weapon, burning into her. He pulled his prick out of her sore hole and roughly turned her over. He felt her all over with his fingertips, loving the touch of her soft, warm flesh.
He shoved her legs apart with his knees, stuck his cock right up to its hilt in her cunt. He began fucking at her harshly, wildly, his knob buried in her membrane. His head was buried between her large, fat tits.
"Oh, Frank, darling, that was so good."
"I haven't come yet. Hold on."
His teeth nipped and chewed at her nipples. Then, with lust she yelled again, as he fucked hard and brought her up to the wild summit once more with his burning climax.
His whole mouth was full of tit now. She came again and again, while he let go a river of warm, thick cream. "Take my come in you!
Take it all!"
He fucked her with long strokes, rocking back and forth on his knees, until she began twisting her ass lasciviously in time to his slow, regular strokes, his prick going almost all the way out on each stroke, slowly, hotly. He felt her warm vagina. Her hips twisted frantically, out of a maddening phase with muscular jerks that twitched her back and her legs.
"Nice," said Frank.
When she came, he squatted quite still, his penis still deep inside her, his balls squashed into the crack of her elevated and relaxed ass. Her arms were straight in front of her, every muscle entirely slack.
Before she could catch her breath, Frank grabbed her around the hips and forced them to bend, simultaneously sinking back from his knees to his heels. She sat on his lap impaled on his iron cock, the tip jammed against the vulva entrance.
He began a pounding of the hips, locking her to him. In seconds she was coming again, a continual orgasm that shot currents through the marrow of her bones. Explosions of light. Ruth's mouth was open, exposing a pink tongue. The tall woman was shapely and full of lewdness, Frank noted. Even now she was squeezing his balls, milking them.
He arranged her legs and arms so that she was kneeling, supporting her own weight. He withdrew his cock until only the head remained in her cunt and started to make slight motions with the head, going almost entirely out of her labia majora. Then he pulled out and got under her mouth. She began to lick it.
Her lips sucked harder, making him rigid again. He tensed his hips and she gobbled frantically, plunging her nose into his pubic bush, twisting her head. With a sudden single spasm of his hips, Frank came and she just sucked, shuddering in her legs. She took all his juices. He pulled out and threw her to her stomach again.
"More for you," he said, grinning.
"Don't you ever tire?"
"Not with you, baby."
He shoved his hard-on directly into her ass. She screamed. He reached around and took her clit in thumb and forefinger, started massaging.
He brought her up to the summit again and again. Both of them felt a pounding sensation in their chests as the crucial moment drew near.
Frank groaned like a lion, ready to spill his flood into her.
They both exploded once more. After separating for a moment, they lit a cigarette. Frank poured some more whiskey down Ruth's eager, dry throat. She drank greedily.
Laughing, Frank shoved the bottle neck into her tight, wet asshole. She spread her cheeks for him. He lay on his strong back and she mounted him, the smooth bottle in her wide, open ass. He smiled down at her, proud of his conquest.
She rocked forward and backward, getting it inside both entrances now, laughing aloud.
"Yes, fuck me, both of you. Bottle and Frank, both ... I love it, oh!" She then jumped up and down-he knew she was almost ready again.
He slapped her face, pinched her ass and generally drove her into hysterical frenzy. Her nipples were full and hard. Her clit was rough and big; he could see the pink shaft glittering with sperm over his knob each time it withdrew.
"Faster, fuck faster!" he commanded.
"Yes ... ah ... oh, yes! Now, Frankie, now!"
More rolling climaxes, shattering her brain, the colors swirling about them, the music getting louder. Two cocks in her at once, the way she liked it! He leaned forward and took her extended, overlarge clitoris into his mouth.
He bit, still fucking up hard.
Dazzling colors filled her drunken brain as he ceaselessly fucked. Each time she thought she would explode again, but he delayed her.
He burst into her, making her cry. Tears rolled down her cheeks onto his belly. Her pelvis rubbed him raw, her bone hurt him. The bottle was good and deep. She kept crying for more, more.
At last she fell on his stomach, clutching his chest. He laughed. She sobbed uncontrollably. "My daughter ... what about my daughter?"
"There, there," said Frank, lighting a cigarette, "we'll find her. Don't you worry."
He was hoping the delay would work, that the girl would come home. Then, of course, would be the problem of keeping her little mouth shut about what had happened. But, that bridge would be crossed when they got to it. No need to worry about that yet.
He patted her back as she sobbed on his naked chest, thinking all the while how he would fuck her and fuck her all night. There was no end to what he planned for her. If she did get rid of him finally, he would go off in a blaze of sexual glory. Then there was the money she gave him from her insurance, that helped his gambling problems didn't it?
"There, there," he said consolingly.
"Oh, Frank, you're so good to me," she sobbed, her great breasts pulsing on him. He cupped them in his rough hands. "Now-let's keep your mind off those depressing thoughts," he said.
Soon she was drowned once more in their mutual passion, a passion that ripped their insides out but gave them the deepest, wildest passion either of them had ever felt.
CHAPTER FIVE
SHE-BITCH
Cathy felt freer than she ever had before. She wore her jeans all the time, a shawl, beads, and her hair long and natural. There was a brook nearby; the group always bathed and got their water there.
Two and a half days had passed since she had run away, and yet it seemed like centuries. She felt at home. Her body was alive; no school, studies of other conventions. Paul Scanlon was with her quite a bit. She had fallen in love with him, though he never spoke his feelings and often went to bed with other girls.
It was Wednesday afternoon, a bright day with plenty of sunlight. She and Nancy had to prepare lunch for the others: a mixture of raw vegetables with marijuana flakes and wine. They mixed it by the brook.
"Well, how do you like it here?" asked Nancy.
"Great. I've never felt so free."
"Sure. None of those sex hang-ups. Here we all belong to each other."
"I'm just worried about my mother. What if she finds me here? Shouldn't I tell her I'm at least alive?"
"Don't worry, honey. She knows you're okay. Mother's have a sixth sense about these things."
She always felt comforted with him next to her. He knew how to handle a woman, all right. In his strong arms she could be who she really was, without the pretensions and false exteriors. His smile melted her very being.
A deep love was growing in her for Paul, one she could not understand in the light of normal love-relationships.
They brought the food back to the camp. Some of the boys were molding clay pots in the sun; every Saturday they went into town and sold them in the open market. Other guys were perpetually stoned ... on pot, hash, whatever they could find. Cathy stayed away from these types. It was hard at times. "Fresh cunt," was a specialty in the house, so to speak. She hated their bloodshot eyes, their greedy looks. She always felt safe with Paul.
"Hi, babe," he said, just coming around from one of the tents. Sheila was standing there, at the opening. Her eyes were full of spite and anger. She was evidently really hooked on Paul, hated seeing him with Cathy.
Yet he had sex regularly with both girls. Cathy was learning to accept the situation, but Sheila-who so prided herself on being 'hip' couldn't take it. Her jealousy was scary at times.
"Hello, darling," she said to the tall, handsome fellow. He was bare-chested, strong. He spent a good deal of time chopping wood for fire and hauling heavy crates of fruit. He was also a thief. He robbed things, anything, for the camp.
"Let's go where we can be alone," he said, and Cathy knew he was feeling his afternoon oats.
"Sure."
She followed him obediently, eager to give of herself whatever he wanted. She put her arm through his and felt very much at ease and in love.
They walked along the brook, down to a secluded spot. Under the shade of an oak tree they sat on the grass. "You're so cool, I. Paul. I'm hung on you."
"Don't do that," he said, with that sort of tender smile. "In a commune that's the worst things. It can get in the way of things. Let's just groove slowly."
She nodded. Her blonde hair shone in the sun and he stroked it. Her neck was white and clean. He then kissed her very softly.
"Oh, let's go into the water,', she said, excitedly, her skin reddening.
Immediately, she stripped naked and ran into the water. She had a bar of soap. "Aren't you comin' in? I'll wash your back.'.
He only laughed. She swam around like a fish, her white arms lifting out of the lapping water. Her eyes were bright and clear. She moved the soap under the water like a red fish, sliding it over her legs. With a quick toss, her head was fully wet again. The sweet smell of it lifted out of the water. She lathered her skin and hair. She ran the soap into her pubic hair, hoping it would leave sweet odors.
Paul pulled off his jeans. His massive frame glistened into the late afternoon light. He was a golden god. She swam slowly, "Wait," he said. She prickled with warmth. She closed her eyes, drinking in his magnificent form.
"Come and get it," she said, her voice strangely hoarse.
As he stepped into the shallow water, his head moved. She lay down in the water, her belly jutting out of it like a ripe piece of fruit. He stepped lightly on her tummy.
His body was poised for the kill. She ran her hand up his leg, lifting for a moment the heavy weight of his prick, the thick dark balls. She groaned, looking ahead to the pleasures. She touched her stomach at the sight of him. His cock gorged with blood as it moved blindly, slowly.
His hands moved around it and held it taut, running the thick fingers down it with slow agonizing movements. She stared at him, imagining how it would feel inside of her.
Her hands left her big breasts and reached for Paul, traveling to his broad shoulders. His thick mass of hair touched her shoulder as he bent, fitting his head snugly into the curved part. She could smell his sweat-acrid, yet desirable ... closer, closer-they became as one body.
"Cathy," he spoke her name softly.
She put both her hands into his mass of curled hair and lifted the head. She pulled it roughly towards her-her eyes closed, her mouth open. Red lips closed over his bottom lip, tongue inched inside his mouth. She twisted her head roughly as she drew her lip over his teeth.
He sank into the water on his knees, pulling her with him. He laid her in the shallow glistening water, watching it cover her tits, leaving just the dark nipples exposed. The water closed over her cunt and went between the lips. It felt good against the hot flesh. She pulled him on top of her, hearing the squish of water as it slapped their bodies. She smelled the sweet odor of Paul, all the masculine smells of his great body.
"Oh, Paul, it's so good."
His prick rode hard on top of her soaked pussy. It rested there, driving her wild, as her hips moved forward, wanting to dispense with the preliminaries. All she had needed was the sight of him being with her, loving her. He was a God to her. Big, rough hands travelled to her hips and held her, while he forced the thick knob of his prick into the slit between the pussy-lips. She was not ready for the sudden lunge as he ground his way into the small tightness of her entrance. He sunk in like a giant, until he reached bottom.
"Oh, fuck me ... love me," she moaned.
He only smiled in return.
She was filled with him, the heavy down-pressing. Every side of her round insides stuffed with him as he tried to move and groaned with the pain. "So tight, so nice," he cooed.
His chest rose, leaving her tits free, moving like an eel underneath the water. She tossed her head, wetness streaking past her eyes. Her breasts disappeared into his hands as he twisted them hard. He wanted, it seemed, to tear them from her body.
"You're hot and ready, eh?" he said.
"You bet, honey."
Her thighs were spread wide open, his hips were hard, hurting her numb bones. He moved his legs, spreading, pushing her soft legs further apart.
"Like this, little one," he said, showing her the rhythm.
"Anything you want, Paul. I'll do anything!"
She moved somewhat, her arms tangling in his hair as she tried to force him to move in her, tried to urge him to fuck her hard among the water-lilies. "Please ... give it to me, dear!"
She kicked her legs against his sides, trying to get the jammed in prick to move. He chuckled. "Don't worry, chick. You'll get yours."
She was puzzled at this statement, but had to let him continue. He was so strong, so forceful. He moved his hard hips, pressing her belly, slipping the water over his tight stomach. Spasms rocked her hips. The thick juicy prick slid out and in again, faster, splashing water as it dove to the depths of her being. He moved his hands under her buttocks, cramming one finger into her asshole.
She cried, moving up and down hard, smacking her pelvis, her tummy, her dripping pussy against him, feeling balls lash against her thighs and ass-crack. Her ass went back hard on his finger. He added another one, stuffing both, up into her channel. She twisted this way and that, enjoying his penetration. The knob of his cock was like the hull of a ship breaking through water, filling her up with its devastating roar.
He spliced inward, cutting her insides like butter. She took him in zestfully, hungrily. Her beautiful form writhed like a snake.
She met his monster of a cock with much force, surprising herself. She couldn't believe she could be so damn horny! She wanted to fuck, fuck like a whore. She imagined many men having her. The drugs had shown her many such hallucinations and now she could refer to them all. The whole kick was there, the idea behind LSD-being able to see the beauty of many men doing it to her.
She lost herself. She loved Paul, but he was all men to her. His face was greedy like all men's, like her own reflection which she saw there. She could see all that in his eyeballs as she opened over and over, like a big ball of dough, under him.
The fingers moved in and out of her hole, making her yearn for completion. Her hands were claws gripping him. His shoulders shuddered under the digging fingernails. He grinned, removing his prick, leaving her washed by the gentle water. Her thighs opened.
Boiling juices swarmed past the 'X' cluster of her pubic hairs; her head, resting on the lowest point of the pond, turned, watching him painfully. She lifted her hips, her hands traveling back to that aperture. She parted the reddish lips, showing him, wanting not to play around anymore. To screw like hell, to fuck to the end.
"Here, Cathy," he said, turning her around and shoving her tits and soft tummy harshly into the tree bark. He had looked her deep in the eyes, making her feel his love. He touched her all over, letting his fingernails gently scratch her flesh. She sighed and moaned like a child. He had braced her up against the thick trunk of the tree. She yelled out, her arms going around the trunk, her face bewildered. His legs pushed on her, forcing her legs around the tree as well. Her toes stained on the ground. Her nipples seemed to bleed against the rough bark. His arms pressed, placing themselves over each of her arms and holding them tight around the hard rough tree. It was a hard, painful feeling. Her lust was stronger, though, her need heavy.
She dared not ask him what he was up to. Around here it really was best to wait and see. His prick swayed on her asscheeks and she moved her buttocks backward. He moved harshly, grinding into her, pressing her against the tree. He lifted his weight, like iron, forcing his dick to take its path between the two ample cheeks. Slowly, up the slit between them he went. She felt it hot and quite gorged as it stopped over her asshole.
"No, I want to come," she pleaded.
"You will."
He rammed his prick up her anus with no further delay and she received this last shove with a cry of pain. Her gorgeous ripe body suddenly weak on the tree; he let his arms-muscle sore and large-leave hers, going down the length of her body, then sliding over and around the tight hips, gripping flesh, slipping in between the coarse, but tight, tree trunk and her soft, wet cunt.
Cathy's face went pale.
"Like it? Huh?"
"Oh, shit, yes!" was her reply.
She cried out in relief as his fingers tore at her cunt inside, going deeper, pressing her clitoris. "Yes, thanks, oh thanks," she groaned.
He pulled her from the tree. Her weight settled on the long penis that was still rammed fully up her ass. Her arms reached way out as she fell backwards on his prick, her body meeting with his every backward point. He lowered himself slowly, carefully to the ground, his hand still making movement in her wet open pink pussy as he fucked her deep in the asshole, making weird abstract animal groans.
Her buttocks were quite sore. She might have fainted right away had he not continued to kiss her and tell her how much he needed and liked her. "Yes, you're so pretty ... so damn nice ... sweet, juicy pussy ... my baby ... here's my cock."
He gripped one of her tits and her eyes watered and filled with pain. He pushed her to the ground with his knees and took hold of his gigantic cock. His eyes were full of lust.
He crashed down on top of her and her own lusts were as wildly brutal as his own. He went into her cunt and she was relieved. He ground her stomach, bearing down, ripping her insides with all of his magnificent organ.
His left hand slipped under her again, reaching between her cheeks into her asshole and moving around there. His prick smashed madly into her again and again.
"Oh, my Paul, big, hard Paul."
"Take it in, sugar, take it all in!"
"Yes, yes I will. Whatever you want!"
"That's it, baby, now you're fucking good!"
"Am I? Huh? So here!"
Back and forth her ass moved, like a powerful little steam-roller. Her face was filled with a strange perversity as she drove on. She humped good, yanking his dick each time it twirled and then left, catching it on the thick knobby end. She bit into his cheek, his lip and tasted blood.
"A real she-bitch, eh?" said Paul, pleased with this new sadistic side of her. She nodded like a cat.
She worked against him, with him, opening her pink moist hot depths to his rampaging cock. She wanted to drain him of every last drop of sperm, wanted to feel his lead pipe spurt out an endless stream of hot fuck.
"Gush it into me, please!" she cried.
"Okay, baby! Give me everything you got."
She rammed her body into his, whipping her legs around both his massive thighs and forcing them apart, more and more. "Here!" She was a witch, demanding his last ounce of come. His mouth had now opened and dripped saliva on her as he fell into her cunt, kneading her soft belly, his balls bouncing heavily. She clapped her soft, yet firm, thighs at the testicles and he moaned, moving her legs with the beat of his and pinning them down.
"Oh, shit, here I go!" he yelled.
"Oh, yes, fuck it in me, groove in my cunt! Ah, now! Me, too!" and she too boiled over.
He rode her hard, splashing in her juices, making her shout and come again and again. A thunder rolled in her guts. The sun was just setting. He stayed hard, giving her everything. Her liquids boiled and vibrated against him, her body shuddered as she cried out, wildly, "Oh, do it to me, lover! Fuck me!"
Faster and faster, building to a fever pitch of intensity, they rode on. Two stallions moving beautifully in the hot rhythms of unbridled love.
They did not see Sheila standing behind the tree. Did not see her jealous face full of pain. She hated them, hated their pleasures. Share Paul? Share him with another girl? Never!" She didn't give a shit about the commune idea when it came to love. Her Paul with Cathy! Why-they had always been together, even though he fucked other girls from time to time. But this was too different, this was a real communication going on, deeper than her own and she couldn't stand it.
She'd get even if it was the last thing she did! And she knew just how to. An overdose of LSD would give Cathy a trip to remember, one she'd never come back from. The heavy-set Sheila, with her dark brow and evil eyes, crept off through the bush. That night, at the orgy, she'd have her revenge!
Cathy and Paul got dressed and headed back toward the camp. On the way back they saw a couple in the distance. "Let's watch," said Paul. "I think it's Nancy and Brad. They have a cool scene."
They stopped and watched for awhile. It was Nancy all right and she paid no attention to her spectators. The man, about thirty, with a black beard, was already naked, sitting by a large rock. They were surrounded by sand.
They were silent. Nancy gave a soft sigh of relief and pulled her shirt over her head. She paused a moment, her hands high in the air. She wore nothing underneath. In the fading light of day her chest glowed fat and firm. The pink of her nipples and the gold of her breasts added to the complete scene a look of gentle summer. She lowered her arms and let the shirt fall to the ground. She shook her head and looked at Brad. She raised her eyes and looking at Brad, undid the left knot of her bikini. Then the right. The bottom fell away. Under it her pubic region and ass were white, untanned. Her buttocks were full and round.
She sat down next to Brad on the sand. She leaned her tits against his hard chest as he put his arms around her. He then gave her a look of gentle lust. She felt the hard basic ridge of his dick press against the small of her back and the top of her asscrack, the softness of his balls pressing into much of her hard buttocks. She lay her head back on his shoulder quietly and relaxed while his hands began a sure and soft stroking movement of her young tits, her upper arms. Goose pimples appeared increasingly all over her flesh and Cathy was greatly excited watching.
His hands moved over her thighs, tracing a path around and over her navel on the tautness of her quivering, softening, hot eager belly, running under her nipples, the fingernail bringing out her lust. His hands finally came to rest over much of her large breasts and she lay back and let the sensations-warm and wild-come.
"Yes, Brad, yes."
With a soft moan she turned over and they both straightened their legs, she opening hers so that she lay on top of his belly, her legs spread. His cock rested against her soft, pink pussy. She wiggled and spread her thighs a little further and the tiny, pale pink lips spread, revealing a small area of brighter red.
"Oh," she moaned.
Brad found her mouth with his and opening wide he let her eager tongue explore the soft and hard insides of his seeking, hot mouth; her tongue rubbed against his, pressing as hard and firm as it could down his throat where he seized it. He sucked her tongue, pressing with a soft slow rhythm. She took up the beat with her own tongue, thrusting it hard in and out.
"They make a nice couple," whispered Cathy.
"Yeah," said Paul. "He comes by every now and then. He's a road bum."
Now Brad began a motion of the hips that rubbed the hard tip of his prick against her slightly opened cunt. The up and down motion of the cock brought blood to the lips of Nancy's vagina. Her lips swelled and the tiny hole started to elongate. The clitoris grew like a cock. Cathy let out a gasp: she had never seen a clitoris like this, so close up!
He continued to kiss her deeply. She moved her hips in a back and forth motion, a gentle bump. Her lower limbs had been set off in an instinctive twist as she tried to capture with the small cunt his hard tip. He slid past her opening and her hips were now jerking wildly. She sucked and chewed on his tongue furiously.
They moved quicker, like beasts set loose on a summer day. The world was a jungle for them to prey with gnawing lust. The others watched, growing hotter by the second. Their flesh was alive, moving and writhing like a pair of lions.
"Look at them go!" exclaimed Cathy, ready to strip and screw some more herself.
Brad's fingers worked all over Nancy's body, molding her flesh, his fingertips working up her asscheeks and digging crazily into the muscles, spreading them open. He let her cunt start to suck in the tip of his cock.
This big knob seemed to half fill her. She strove to quickly force the bulging prick into her tight vagina. He smiled strangely. He had withdrawn his tongue from her mouth when the knob of his hardened prick had entered her. Her teeth were clenched.
Sweat ran off their bodies into the ground.
Nancy held both of her arms around Brad's neck with a hard grip and she pressed with her tits against his chest, her hips tossing. She held him while her fat ass bucked and her pelvis turned-forcing his cock in where it seemed there was no room. Her body reeled and pounded. She was voracious.
The whole head of his dick was inside her now. It really was a mammoth cock: thirteen or fourteen inches. Cathy looked at him and Paul sat down to watch, having been caught with intense interest. Nancy pulled her feet forward, bending her knees, she smiled, releasing her clamp on Brad's neck. She straightened her arms, then swung them back. He encircled her waist. She then sat down on his rigid member. Her drive forced his prick into her nearly all the way. She smiled at this feat.
"Not bad," he said.
"I can take all you can give me."
"We'll see about that!"
She tried to get more of him. "Now, baby," he said, "here's a quick shower. Don't worry, there's plenty more where this comes from."
And with that he gushed his pent up sperm into her. The smell of their mingled sweat filled the air. He set up a hard feeling on her walls, bringing a warmth inside her. She rocked and made circles on him, building to another summit. They rolled over and now he was on top.
"Sock it to me, Brad," she urged.
"Are you ready?"
"Almost time for blasting off," she said obscenely, hotly.
Her legs licked around his thighs, her torso crushed under the hairy weight of his chest, he fucked her. He held her ass and pounded with intense fury, making her lose her breath.
Nancy surrendered herself entirely to this new orgasm. His cock driving into her made her explode wantonly, bucking her hips against his, feeling the fever of their united passions. She was overwhelmed as he gave her more sperm and the two of them fell, fell, into the murky hot depths of lust.
And, from the corner of her eye, Nancy looked up at the two spectators with a smile "See?" she said confidently, "see? This is all that counts, this luscious cunt-filling, drug-filled existence! I'm happy you came, Cathy."
Then Paul said, "I have to get to town. A job to do. Good-bye, Cathy."
Before she could say anything, he was gone. "Where is he going?" she asked Nancy, who was now lying on her back breathing more slowly. Brad kissed her neck, her breasts.
"To do a job."
"What kind of job?"
"Don't be so curious. Now ... come here, join us."
Cathy trembled. She didn't know where to turn. Stealthily, she approached Nancy and the strange man.
They looked at her strangely, as if she were some foreign animal or something. What did they want her to do? Her heart thumped wildly and she felt as if her whole world were caving in. She looked at their attractive bodies and felt curiously drawn to them. Her eyelids fluttered at them in the fading day. She turned away for a second.
"What's the matter? Scared?" asked the man.
"Who? Me?"
"Me? Ha ha," laughed the man, extending his hand.
Nancy purred softly. "Be a sweetheart and come here. We won't bite you. You know that."
Quietly, she approached them. Her pulse beat rapidly. She herself did not know what would happen. All she knew was that she was drawn to them, like a fly to flypaper. Like a dog to a smell or a bone. Her skin quivered. She felt herself melting like butter.
"I'm coming," she said suddenly.
Nancy and her friend smiled a greedy, wicked smile of deep pleasure.
CHAPTER SIX
SPLENDOR IN THE SAND
What had come over her? It no longer mattered who or what she had sex with. Two girls and a man. No difference. In her mind she saw men and women, boys and girls, mingling and having sex. What was the big difference? The big social illusion, that only one and one made two. Slowly, slowly, Nancy took her hand and drew her down into the dirt. She wanted to go down with them, be a part of their love-making.
"Come, dear. Love us," said Nancy, and it was so simple.
Brad looked at her tenderly. She came into his arms. He held them both, crushing them against his hairy chest. Thigh to thigh against one of his thighs. They both nuzzled him under his neck.
"Let us do you honey," said Nancy.
Their warm nakedness pleased him. Nancy, who had been kneeling by his feet, reached up and undid a neck chain she wore. "I want to be all naked for us," she said. He was getting hard. His organ was thick and brown with the sun. "Isn't he nice?" continued Nancy. "Wait until you feel it deep inside you. It fills every inch of your freaked out pussy."
Cathy stared at it for a moment. It was indeed one of the largest cocks in the camp. Her skin fluttered with butterflies as she considered all the possibilities. She knew she had to feel that yummy cock inside her soon. She wanted him so bad, needed to be filled, yes, yes.
Brad lay down on top of Cathy, her pulse quickened. A new man, a new feeling. She hated herself for a moment, felt guilty because she loved Paul. But then the guilt melted into lust as he ground his hips into her. His large cock fucked her belly, making her quiver.
Nancy breathed softly, watching, running her fingertips over their trembling hot bodies. Cathy had picked up Brad's rhythm and was hammering out a new beat. He smiled and swung his torso in jogging loops, driving his enormous shaft ever deeper into her actively accepting cunt.
Nancy joined in, falling on her knees beside them. She thrust her head in between the legs of the joined pair and darted her wet tongue between their joined organs.
She ran her tongue up Brad's thigh, then Cathy's. Faster she licked, up around Brad's balls and around his asshole until her own box shivered with need.
With a quick gasp of need she fell on top of the screwing, grinding pair, burying her face on the smooth skin of Brad's asscheeks. Her arms went out around them both, under Cathy's cheeks. At the same moment her forefinger punctured deep into her girlfriend's anus against the driving madness of Brad's prick.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," said the man.
Cathy felt hornier than ever. Her pubic mound rubbed roughly on the man's pelvic bone as she was filled with heavy cock. It penetrated to her very depths.
They all shook with deep enjoyment, anticipating each move as if they were all telepathically tuned in. A horny feeling sang through their bodies as they tensed for more and more pleasure.
Nancy's tongue went through into his slit, played around then found his tight asshole. As her hot tongue sent fire into his rectum, the big hole, Brad dropped his weight onto Cathy, and with several short abrupt thrusts of his hips shot his hot sperm into her stuffed, aching boiling cunt. "Yes, oh, yes!"
She was trembling with joy as the two panting, aggravated human beings rolled over and onto the sand. Brad lay on his muscular side, looking at her. "This new chick is something else I may just stay on longer this time."
Then he turned over and kissed Nancy full on the red-lipped hungry mouth. He spread her legs apart and raised them till they pointed up into the air. With her legs spread so that her ripe round ass just rested nicely, he stood up, holding her in that position. She laughed a little.
"Watch this," said Nancy proudly, "he does this great!" Cathy kept her eyes glued to the scene. Nancy grinned proudly.
Cathy watched with eager eyes. Brad let his body fall quickly forward somewhat until its whole weight was caught by his arms; he was balanced on his palms. The enormous knob of his prick hovered at the luscious opening which gleamed with cunt juice.
He inched forward and his dick sank like a knife into the soft flesh. It glided right into Nancy's voracious wide-open cunt. He thrust in deeply. Her legs closed around his slim, hard waist and clenched, driving him further inwards.
It was a beautiful movement. They knew each other quite well, it seemed, knew how to give each other the most pleasure. The girls exchanged hot kisses briefly Brad slipped his hands around her waist and stood up. He held her impaled on the stiff rod. Her arms were locked around his neck and her whole body was used for masturbation.
Moving her body as if it were an inanimate object, he fucked deeply into her. Along the length of his shaft, she slid. She was all cunt now, to be used at his disposal. Cathy couldn't believe her eyes. It was wild.
She plunged mindlessly up and down, uninhibited by Cathy's presence ... He jumped into the air, up and down, slamming her simultaneously onto his prick. He climaxed like a wild man, shooting his load deep into her while she quivered on his jerking rod. Her legs let go in violent spasms.
She fell to the ground alongside Cathy. He followed. "Great," said Cathy, knowing her friend wanted some sort of acknowledgement of the act.
But Nancy was busy. She licked Brad's nipples. "Come on, let's get it up again."
The two girls moved their tongues over his body, head to foot. Their soft lips were searching out all the hot spots. Nancy's head moved until her lips found the man's mouth. Cathy moved down until her lips closed around his long, eager penis. Both girls sucked and kissed until his cock began to grow again.
They licked it in every fashion. Short licks that buttered the full length of his stalk. Long sucks that made him quiver with weird cries of delight.
Then Cathy reversed her position. The two of them lay quietly with their heads on his broad shoulders; at the same. time, without warning, they started to rub their bodies on top of his, tongues eagerly seeking his mouth.
Then their hot tongues met inside his mouth. He groaned, happily. Cathy's right thigh and Nancy's left were between Brad's long, hairy legs. They rubbed themselves on each other as well as him. His cock got very hard again as they squeezed it with their warm bodies. Nancy moaned softly.
"Mmm, so nice," countered Cathy.
It was indeed a delicious feeling sharing such a brute of a man. Nancy got his cock into her groove. She caught it quickly, taking its whole length at once. Cathy kept her arms around his neck, her tongue in his mouth. While Nancy and Brad fucked, Cathy's hands went down to her slit and she found her button.
While continuing to kiss Brad, she manipulated her cunt, bringing shivers of delight. Then she started dividing her warm kisses with both Nancy and Brad, letting her tongue fly down their respective throats, making them lewder, hotter.
The three of them were joined in a circle of moist love. Nancy's orgasm started and quickly, feverishly, Brad joined in. His face was a mask of pleasure.
Cathy came over her fingertips. She wanted to feel, however, that long shaft of Brad's deep inside her again. But Nancy surprised her by embracing her own body. She was caught up in a fever, it was impossible to stop her.
"Now you and me, honey," said Nancy.
"I want him in me," protested Cathy.
"Wait. We have to get him hard this way. He'll have to just watch."
Brad grinned. It was true. He loved watching two horny, young females making it together; it fired his deepest instincts. Cathy arched her back to bring her breasts into fuller, wider contact with Nancy's, and rolled her hips to make her nipples-hot and hard-slide back and forth against the other girl's tits.
Nancy let her nipples brush down on Cathy's nipples, then down over her belly. Both girls gyrated their breasts against one another. Nancy's tits were softer. She moved her beautiful lithe body around so that she was kneeling over the other, facing down towards her feet, her breasts now hanging directly over Cathy's face.
Her lips puckered up and caught one of the pinkish nipples that rushed to her mouth, at the same moment reaching out to take hold of I Brad's hard prick. She pulled on his prick and he came toward her. He rolled her over while she sucked contentedly at the other female's sizzling tit.
He entered her. He took the nipples into his mouth, tasting Nancy's saliva there. Her fingers reached for him, her face wore an expression of deep satisfaction. He felt the wetness form in her hot, little pussy, dribble out onto his weighted balls as they hung, swishing over her hole like pendulums. His strong, hot hands gathered her breasts and tugged at them, moving with the gentle beat of her pulling on his balls.
They rolled together passionately, seeking, touching whatever they could. The sight of what they were doing further spurred them on. "Go, go," urged Nancy, enjoying the show, sticking a finger into both of their assholes.
"Like this?" asked Brad jokingly.
"And this?" added Cathy, grinding her hips.
"Yes, yes," said Nancy, "more of that. I like to watch that ... take longer strokes, Brad."
He did as she asked.
"Now pinch his ass and tell him to fuck you, Cathy. Yes! Use the filthiest language you can think of while I play with my clit. See how big it gets as I watch you both?"
"Yes," answered Cathy, "I see ... fuck me, you big, old prick. Shove your cock into my tight hole while I squeeze wildly at your ass ... plug it all into me, make me hotter. Let me fuck you like you've never had it! Feel it? Huh? Huh?"
The dirtier she talked, the better it all tasted, it seemed. She wanted to be filthy and hot, like Nancy said. She saw the red clitoris come out of hiding, saw it fill with blood. She loved it. A laugh escaped her throat.
"Brad, come on, bang your balls on me! Look, Nancy, watch! See how I fuck? See my cunt squeeze his cock? Let me suck your hot clit while he screws me. Come nearer."
"Good idea," said the other female. She drew nearer. Nancy took the juicy hard clit into her mouth. Seeing this, Brad became more violent in his movements.
They sucked and bit and chewed on flesh indiscriminately. It was a wild circle of the hottest passion and they cried out in happy, eager panting voices.
Then he pulled out of her suddenly and buried his tongue in her cunt. Nancy laughed, seeing this. She took his cock immediately into her lips. It was a circle of fellatio now.
He parted her cunt lips with his tongue, taking the clit roughly between his teeth. He felt her mouth open with a gasp of pain and he shoved his cock deeper into Nancy's deep throat. She in turn pushed her box up at Cathy harder.
Slurping sounds filled the air. Brad bit the soft flesh, his fingers pulling the lips far and wide part as he pumped his heavy prick into her throat. The heavy balls hit her eyes; he felt them fluttering.
He kept chewing and they all became lustier, hotter. He sucked in the thick juices. They were all coming now: a real chain reaction of perversion. He thumped his cock down harder and they all spread their legs open wide, moving in ecstasy. They scratched, moved their asses back and forth and shot their hot loads of come.
Nancy's throat was stretched wide, her lips cracking at the corners as he pumped. With a violent painful jab, he cracked his back down solidly against her face. She came again. He smothered her as he climaxed. His prick stood erect in her mouth.
"Again! All of us, let's really fuck now!" yelled Brad. His eyeballs were lost in their sockets. This was the peak of orgasm.
They pushed and pulled with all their might. Their brains filled with a variety of loud colors and voices. Plugging in and out fiercely, they seemed to lose all their senses in the raw movements of sex.
Nancy seemed to drown, her pussy jerking upwards, smacking Cathy's lips with wetness. He held onto her cunt, and they all reached another orgasm.
Nancy's eyes were glazed with lust. Brad wiped sweat from his eyes and stared at Cathy, who was now sucking his cock greedily. She worked at it, making noises with her lips and sliding hands. He put his hands behind his head and watched.
All three lay there, their bodies moving slowly in the deep music of utter voluptuousness; Cathy had never felt so serene, so peaceful. Every now and then she licked Nancy's cunt and ass, at the same time handling Brad's lengthy cock. He in turn massaged their backs and genitals. A happy family.
"That was so cool, Nancy," said Cathy.
"You haven't seen anything yet, baby. Wait till tonight. A real gathering of love, I can tell you."
"Yeah," said Brad, "so much flesh and pot, you won't be able to make up your mind."
In her brain Cathy saw all the various combinations possible. The pretty and the ugly, the sensual and the primeval. Her head thumped with sex. That was all that mattered now.
To fuck and be fucked. Faster, faster! Letting all the coils slip into the void of extreme sensuality. As if there were no end to the lusty fibers of their beings. In and out, rolling and sliding. Meshing flesh to flesh. Wild, alive, non-realizing the conventions that chain.
It was an ever ceasing drum, this beat that shattered in her skull and made her see what sex really was, how it was related to all humanity, not just a single thing, hut one of the whole.
"Let's wash our bodies and return to camp." said Nancy.
They all agreed. Swimming in the late afternoon was fun. The cool water seemed to wash all guilt from Cathy's mind. Her body was just another part of nature, another mating animal that knew no prejudices. She felt light, like a minnow in a stream.
They splashed and played like children, every now and then Brad kissed one of them and they playfully pulled on his dick.
He tried to fuck Nancy underwater, but it didn't work. They were able, however, to suck one another underwater, and that was great fun. Cathy sucked Brad's cock while her partner fingered her pussy and licked his asshole. They managed to come once more before leaving the pool.
Rolling down into the hills, the sun was like a piece of orange flame. The mountains were fresh and alive, more alive than Cathy had ever seen them. She felt as one with the world.
They threw on their clothes and walked, arm in arm, back to camp. When Paul saw them, he smiled. He was emptying a crate of apples. "Had fun?" he asked.
Cathy felt bad. She loved Paul, but was bitter because he showed not one ounce of jealousy. She knew how it was here and yet ... she couldn't quite feel the way the others did as yet. No, that had not come to be. But she realized she would have to contain this feeling, that it was related to the outside world where conventions were drummed into one's brain. Sin! Sin, what an ugly word. What did it really mean. But she was not ready yet. Others were fixing soup, cleaning vegetables, etc. Two or three boys and girls were still stoned, sitting in the fading light of day. Their eyes were half-closed and they puffed on raw weed.
"Well, Paul, how did it go in town?" asked Cathy her eyes trying to hide a guilt.
"Great," he said.
"Yes, sweetie," came a sarcastic voice. It was Sheila. She had come behind Paul, put her arm through his. She kissed his lips, grinding them. "Me and Paul had a great time. Did you?"
The look of hatred and contempt in Sheila's eyes were unmistakable. Cathy felt doubly bad because they had made love together-she and Sheila-the very first night. Her first lesbian scene. And now this! She walked away, confused, a strange foreboding tearing at her heart. Sheila watched with satisfaction. She couldn't wait for the party to begin.
Cathy did not dare to look back. She had to register all that had happened. It was all so strange. Emotions seemed to have little control outside the commune, yet there was less control here. Didn't the loosening of her passions make her more susceptible to hatred and so on? She wondered.
Sheila watched her wander off. Hate burned in her chest. She had to take care of this new chick who was spoiling everything. She would have her chance.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ORGIASTIC FEAST
Bongo drums played. The music was hard rock and the food was spicy. Chile, tamales, oriental mixtures that contained drugs and hash in them. The party was underway. A bright fire was lit in the center of the camp, and those girls that wanted to strip and then dance around it, could do so. Pills and pot were passed around like candy.
The whole thing was so new and strange to Cathy that she couldn't eat. Her concentration was on the lit faces, the primitive music. The swaying of bodies made her feel loose and uninhibited. "That's the most important thing," said Paul. "To let yourself go completely. Throw off society's hang-ups."
Well, they seemed to know how to do it and they did it with a passion. Here and there couples were pairing off, but it seemed as if they were saving the hot sex swapping and combinations for later.
Someone had set up a strobe box and there were multi-colored lights flickering on the ground next to the flame. Somebody cried out, "Come on, Terry, do your thing!" A chant was taken up, and hands clapped. It was all very savage, thought Cathy. Who was this Terry?
The clapping got louder, a demand rising above the camp for this strange girl who was no where to be seen. She wondered what was going on, what they had planned. An orgy, no doubt. But yet, there was a strange feeling in the air. She tried to fit the pieces in her mind. Who was this Terry?
Her answer came a few seconds later when the most beautiful girl she had ever seen went to the center, under the flashing lights. She was very tall, with long black hair. She looked like an Indian, dark skin, full sensuous lips and a figure that was most surely a dancer's.
As the girl began to undulate in the quickly changing lights, Cathy felt her pulse jump. Her eyes watered. Terry's slim, muscular body moved in quick, tentative poses so that the light could catch the outline of her full, ripe body as she teased the audience. Her eyes were full of passionate need.
The moon shone down from a black sky as the dance proceeded. Terry's breasts jiggled beneath the thin material of her buckskin and it was obvious that she had little or nothing on beneath the frock.
Her face was expressionless except for just a trace of a smile when she faced the others. It seemed as though she were smiling privately to every man and woman there as she danced and swayed to the beat of the music. Cathy looked at the faces of the men around her as they were intent on Terry's every movement, and Paul was no exception.
She felt a pang of jealousy because he was no longer giving her his undivided attention, yet she couldn't blame him. The girl was exciting and even she found it difficult to keep her eyes away from her. The movements of her body suggested an intimacy, promised delight to every man and woman there. Would they all have her after? Cathy's mind warmed to that idea.
Swaying her hips, she turned her back to the audience and unfastened a clip at the top of her dress and let it slither down over her gyrating hips, revealing an even sheerer layer of cloth through which you could see a tiny string clinging to her hips and buttocks and a narrow band supporting her round, full tits.
She turned around slowly, silhouetting her luscious figure for everyone to ogle. The men held their breath as she moved across the space she was in, the very sheerness of her covering making her even more desirable with the anticipation of what was beneath. The drums got louder.
Cathy could feel the electricity in the air and she quivered nervously and took another gulp of her wine. Paul moved closer to her and she felt his hand tighten on her knee, squeezing the soft flesh of her lower thigh.
The girl's buttocks hollowed gently as she moved, the round fullness of her hips accentuated even more so than before. Her movements increased with the beat of the music and it didn't seem possible that the tiny strips of cloth that hid her ass and tits would be able to stay in place. The hardened nipples of her breasts strained against their binding and seemed to ache for freedom, but she waited, teasing the others until loud, fitful breathing could be heard throughout the place.
Her tits wobbled slightly in more of a sensitive quiver as she stretched her arms out beside her, raising them slowly, temptingly above her head.
She began to rotate her hips in a circular fashion-slowly at first then with a growing ferocity as her head swayed from side to side. She spun around and around as if building to a continuous orgasm, every part of her body pushing and straining against the thin costume.
She worked her way from one end of the small place to the other, showing the audience every angle of her voluptuous body, every sensuous curve. Cathy began to slowly squirm in her place, feeling a burning sensation build in her loins. Terry had mesmerized every guy there with her body movements, her twisting and turning and she wished secretly that she were up there, that the eyes of the men were upon her. Paul leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the side of the neck, sending shivers of passion and anticipation through her entire being.
Terry continued her wild gyrations for several more minutes, then in what seemed to be a mere second, she unfastened the clasp that was holding her colorful bra and let it fall to the ground.
Her breasts were full and firm and stood out proudly like two firm, jello mounds and you could hear the men gasp as she leaned forward so that they hung down from her body, ripe and inviting, then straightened suddenly, causing them to bounce and jiggle temptingly.
Cathy could feel the nipples of her own breasts become taut and hard. Paul moved his hand further up on her thigh so that he could feel the softness of her flesh above the silky tightness of her leg, and his fingers massaged expertly, working closer and closer to the naked slit under her skirt.
She nestled down further, urging him slightly, encouraging his touch, hoping that she could quiet the churning in her stomach. She glance down to where Paul's hand was hidden beneath her skirt and then studied the growing bulge that was becoming more and more obvious inside his jeans.
All the men were breathing heavily, taking in long draughts of pot and hash and the girls seemed to be caught up in the sensual movements of the dancer.
Their legs were pressed tightly together as they too felt the gnawing sensation that was devouring her.
"Like it?" whispered Nancy into Cathy's ear. She was sitting behind Paul with two shabby looking guys. Her breath was hot against her ear and neck. Cathy couldn't speak, she had never seen anything so primitive, so lustful before in the form of a dance. She couldn't explain what effect it was having on her except that she was building her own desire to an uncontrollable fury. She had no control over it, it seemed.
The air was filled with erotic madness as the pulsating beat grew and grew. Her own skin tingled with excitement in expectation of what would happen next.
Voices whispered sexy things, filthy words drifted around like flies. The drums got louder, hotter.
Her mind bristled with thought. She could not make out what it all meant. All she knew was that her flesh seemed on fire. She drew back in fear.
She wondered when Terry would remove the string that hid the only part of her body from the staring eves of the audience. She started to move more slowly now, letting everyone present lust after her lithe, muscular, undulating body, when the music suddenly became louder and more insistent.
A steady drum beat seemed to come from out of the trees and she lowered herself to the ground and started to wiggle and squirm, raising and lowering her hips as if she were with an imaginary lover. Everyone was sitting on the ground in expectation, disbelieving yet almost in a hypnotic state, entranced by the beautiful girl.
Paul's fingers were now sliding into her cunt and she wished that he would squeeze her cherry red clitoris with his hot, moist hand.
"Oh," she groaned softly, and Paul turned his head to watch the abandoned look she had in her green eyes as he slipped two fingers inside her slit. She let her legs fall apart slightly so that he could feel the heat of her passion easily and quickly. It didn't matter that he was just a man she had met yesterday, didn't even know his last name, her lust had grown to such a monumental height that something had to put it out.
"Paul, so nice, keep it up."
"I won't stop. Don't worry."
"Mmm, yes, more ... that way, yes...."
"And this?"
"Yes, that too."
"Sure, baby."
Terry rolled over on her side so that her back was to the group and they could view her full buttocks, the narrowness of her hips as she jerked back and forth. When she lay on her back again, the last bit of covering was removed and she was completely naked, her long slim legs trembling with desire as she bucked and writhed in time to the rock music. She spread her legs slightly apart so that the others were afforded a glimpse of the pink, moist treasure between her legs.
"Gosh," muttered Cathy, her cunt stirring with hot preliminary liquid.
No one moved, almost afraid to breathe when the drum beat became louder and louder and a giant of a man, a negro leaped to the center. They all applauded. He wore only a cloth around his waist.
Cathy had never seen a man so huge, so muscular, so primitive looking. His skin was chocolate and glistened in the lights.
He stood over the writhing girl who looked up at him through glazed eyes. His cloth, a piece of red silk, was rising and falling as his large cock bobbed anxiously beneath it.
"Watch this," said Nancy, pulling off her pants and letting one of her partners lick at her open gash.
He teased Terry, leering down at her like an animal about to attack its prey. He reached down and pulled her to him so that she was on her knees in front of him. Deftly, her hands undid the cloth around his waist and she threw it over by her own pile of clothes.
He grinned maliciously down at her, knowing that she wanted to take him. Cathy wondered how she could take all of the large, fat organ.
His balls hung loosely between his legs, heavy and full of his hot, creamy sperm and her fingers tickled them gently, feeling the weight in her hands. His erection was in full view, powerful and threatening as he rotated his hips toward the seemingly paralyzed girl.
Her eyes were filled with fake anger and fear at the immensity of his organ, yet she could not take her hands from the strong calves of his legs. It was like a juicy piece of steak dangling before her.
He pulled her to her feet and swayed his body back and forth, holding her just close enough so that his long, thick rod brushed against the smoothness of her belly.
"You big, black cock you. Give me some of that," said some girl in the audience, unable to sustain herself. The others laughed.
A weird shout came out from the crowd in some foreign language. It sounded like 'Ungula' or something. She couldn't figure out what it meant. The negro laughed out loud, swaying.
She, too, began to sway in time to the music, moving her hips closer and closer toward his, yet he held her away, teasing her.
Cathy's lips were dry and she found it difficult to swallow as Paul began to rub the nub of her button. She felt herself close to a climax, but did not want to let go yet. She squirmed down and forward in an effort to help him, but he waited, brushing his finger just over and around the tiny, hardened tit of flesh. Her hand grasped his and held it tightly in place, the tingling burning feeling between her legs about to consume her. She could not take her eyes away from the huge negro, his mammoth dick as he worked with the gyrating Terry.
"Oh, Paul, fuck!"
"Hold on."
"Now, please, I can't-"
Paul smiled to himself as he watched the tortured look on Cathy's face as she viewed the lusty spectacle, knowing that she would be so ripe for him that she would beg him to make love to her.
The negro bent the woman backwards, his mouth closing on her throbbing jiggling tits, sucking noisily on her full hard nipples. She grinned at him.
"Paul now! Now!"
Cathy burst at the seams. Her whole body was like a volcano, erupting into fiery colors of reddish coal. Her little nipples tightened suddenly as she felt herself reach a high point of sensuality and lust. It was wonderful. At the same time the music seemed to be getting louder.
The sky seemed to burst open and rain fell in her imagination. Or was it thunder ripping across her consciousness? She did not know. All she knew was that she ached horribly, yet was hungry beyond words.
Terry seemed to go limp in his arms and he had to support her entire weight with his two black, strong hands. The girl's eyes were partially closed, but she still had a terrified expression as she caught glimpses of his mammoth pulsing cock-it bobbed up toward his waist. Her head swayed from side to side as if she were imploring him to let her go. Yet her body moved snake-like closer to his.
Cathy showered her come all over Paul's fingers. He chuckled. Nancy leaned toward them. "What's the matter?" she said jokingly "can't you wait until the show's over?"
But she was no one to talk. Both of her companions were fucking her-in behind and front holes. She licked her lower lips and came furiously between them.
Finally Paul began to fondle and manipulate the damp nipples tightly, along with her clit and she groaned out in lust, not caring who heard her. His fingers worked expertly, rubbing and teasing her, feeling the lewd cream of her desire as he fingered the hell out of her.
The couple onstage, so to speak, writhed and moved in varied masochistic and sensual positions until gasps and moans filled the onlookers. The women stared achingly at the enormous, black dick and the men reveled in the debasement.
This duo knew all the byways and enticing acts that make a crowd roar. The perverse scene made both men and women increasingly wild and eager for more.
Terry collapsed on the floor, her knees buckling underneath her and the negro released her hands so that she could support herself. Her full round ass waved back at her seducer, her thighs spread slightly, revealing the tiny hole of her cunt for all to see. The giant stood above her grinning sadistically, then he also dropped to his knees and his strong hands circled her slim waist.
He let his cock jerk and throb violently, the knob purple as he moved closer behind the kneeling girl.
The women gasped as he moved up next to her, feeling the pain of his thick intrusion, but he let his giant rod rest just at the tight, quivering lips of her pussy for a moment before he pulled the girl roughly back onto him, impaling her with one long cruel thrust.
"No," the girl's eyes bulged open as he rammed his torturing staff into her.
Every girl in the place was jealous, including Cathy. The woman called Terry obviously found the long, fat cock very delicious. He held her nicely in place, rocking his hard legs against the softness of her buttocks. She cried out, "Oh, you scum-bag, fuck me good!"
He slapped her.
Cathy was squirming uncontrollably in her spot as Paul kissed her on the navel. She wished that he would take her with his cock now, like the couple.
The negro was beginning to grunt and moan as he rocked his huge, hard prick into Terry's opening. She moaned softly in complete submission. They seemed to become one body, one sensual, animalistic body moving back and forth in time to the music that was becoming louder and faster as they built to their climax.
Paul grabbed Cathy's other hand and placed it on his hard, thick erection so that she could feel the heat of his desire and what he had to offer her. His prick throbbed and jerked under her touch and she squeezed it gently, feeling its length and hardness. She wished it was inside of her already.
Terry screamed out as the negro thrust into her with all his pent-up fury and lust and the roll of the bongos became a continuous drone as the couple got ready to explode.
Paul's finger worked furiously inside Cathy and she thought she would come again, but she wanted to have him inside her, she wanted to feel him shoot his spray inside her as the negro had come within the other girl.
The negro's body stiffened and jerked and he pulled his companion's hips backwards once again as he quivered, then began to spill his boiling sperm deep into the depths of her belly. She in turn ground her hips backwards as though she were entirely empty inside without him.
The two stayed locked together for several more minutes, wriggling and bucking, thriving on each other and each succulent moment of their own satisfaction.
As the music became softer, you could hear the breathing in the camp become more regular, each one having lived through the sensual display as though they had participated-many blow jobs and what not had taken place during the dance.
The big negro released his tight, restricting grip on the girl's waist and slowly withdrew his still large, but deleted organ from inside her, long, white strings of his sperm following his cock away.
Terry collapsed exhausted on the ground, satisfied completely by this brutal attack. He smacked her on the ass with wicked smile.
Now Cathy was ready for some real sex herself. Paul smiled and said, "Do me a favor, Cathy?"
"Sure. Anything, honey."
"Make love with Stu here. He hasn't had anything in a week. He just got to camp."
He pointed to the fellow next to him, a man of about twenty-three, brown eyes, skinny, long hair. "Hi, there," he said. "I just got back from California," his eyes narrowed lustily. He licked his lips.
"I...." began Cathy.
"Be a sport, Cathy. It doesn't change my feelings for you one bit. In fact, I'd like to watch. We can make love afterwards."
Cathy was speechless. Before she could say a word, Stu was on top of her. He kissed her fiercely and deeply. She wanted to fight him, but he held her tight and hard, his tongue flicking between her slightly parted teeth as his body crushed into hers. She could feel his erection, already hard and pulsing through his trousers and she struggled slightly to get away.
"I won't hurt you, baby," he said. Paul smiled, swallowing from a large, red wine bottle.
He lit a stick of pot, watching the beautiful girl get it good from his pal.
"Okay, you bastard," said Cathy angrily, "if that's what you want. I'll show you!"
Now she'd give him a show. She was determined to make Paul jealous with her wantonness. Nancy and two men were fucking in a sandwich. She did not see Sheila standing by the tent carefully observing with a bitter smile. Another girl, with jet black hair, was on her hands and knees sucking and licking Sheila's pussy. But she had her eyes glued to Cathy.
Stu's eyes were clouded with lust as he pushed her down onto the hard ground. Other couples were throwing off whatever clothes they were wearing.
Cathy felt herself go limp as he unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. His touch was gentle but insistent.
Her breasts were heaving, straining against her bra as he lay down next to her, pulling her skirt up over her hips. His fingers gripped the soft, firm flesh of her thigh.
"You hot, little cunt," groaned Stu, his face smothering the rise of her tits with hurried anxious kisses. He reached in back of her and unfastened the catch of her bra and pulled it up so that it lay across her neck and his lips covered the large, pink nipples of her shivering tits until she moaned and her nails dug hungrily into the hard flesh of his back.
"Yeah, fuck me hard, cock," she said lustily, watching Paul's reaction. But he was too busy with his pot, his wine. He looked on greedily, like a spectator.
Cathy felt her passion being awakened as the man deftly removed her skirt from around her hips. There was no need for an act now. She was really hot. The scene she had witnessed, and Paul's proddings had made her hungry for anybody. She needed release.
Stu stuck up for just a moment and quickly removed his trousers and shorts so that his full, hard erection sprung into her view. His prick was thick, almost as thick as the negro's and she stared at him, trembling. He bent over her, his huge penis jerking just over her belly as he yanked at her bikini panties. He fell down alongside her, grinning.
His fingers searched and pinched every inch of exposed flesh, guiding her hand down to the vee of his loins until her fingers barely circled his lustfully throbbing dick.
"Oh, Stu ... God...."
She felt a strange, almost sadistic power as she held his hot, pulsing penis in her hand and she began to manipulate it back and forth.
He bit harshly at her tender voluptuous breasts, sucking cruelly until she thought that she would be bruised, as his hands slid beneath the silken ass.
"Now, baby."
"Go get her! Fuck her hard!" came Sheila's voice. She wanted to see that little bitch really punished, really fucked raw. Before she got her last dose of fatal drug she wanted to watch the girl squirm under a rape. She got a real thrill getting licked on the cunt while she watched Cathy get hers.
Cathy knew that as long as she held onto his jerking rod she had control of him, that she could make him wait until she was ready and she relaxed. She couldn't believe that she had given herself so easily-even though it was out of spite but it seemed as though an insatiable desire was governing her body and she had to have anybody, so long as he had a long cock.
That was the fever in the air. The meaning of this place. To give, to get, in all forms and ways.
She wiggled her body teasingly against him, knowing that she was driving him out of his mind. He had taken her because Paul bad told him to, but now his enjoyment was beyond anything he had expected.
She didn't understand why she had this strange compulsion, yet in the back of her mind she kept seeing Frank making love to her mother and knew that she was doing this to punish him, punish him for not loving her exclusively. In a sense, perhaps, Paul was a stand-in for Frank. She did not know, it was all too confusing.
Anyway all that mattered, the only certainty was when she was filled to the brim with love, with a man's shaft.
Stu's hand closed over her pubis as his fingers prodded and searched between the swollen lips of her vagina, rubbing them, teasing them, manipulating them until she was squirming beneath his touch.
She stroked his throbbing dick with nervous fluttering gestures, then held it firmly and squeezed it so hard that he gasped as her hand crushed the resistant, spongy tissue. Her nails tickled his loose-hanging testicles, flicking them back and forth between his trembling legs and he inserted one finger deep into her aching cunt, wiggling it viciously in retaliation.
"She's a she-bitch, Paul, but good!" said Stu, with a broad smile. His brown eyes were wide with passionate satisfaction.
"No," she groaned as his nails scraped the sensitive lining of her vagina.
His fingers were mauling her breasts, the flesh of her hips and buttocks and she cried in pain as she felt his other hand slip in back of her and prod cruelly at the opening of her anus. She turned her hips slightly to avoid the harsh impalement and bit passionately into the side of his neck. He jerked away from her in the pain, then raised his body so that he could kneel over her. His hands and fingers entwined in her hair and yanked her head backwards so that her neck was stretched backwards.
"Want it now?" he asked roughly.
"Yes, you big hunk of cock. Shove it in me!"
Again she sought Paul's eyes, but he paid them no mind.
Stu growled at her, half angry from her viciousness, and she just stared up at him, frightened at his change in tone.
He moved up so that her arms were pinioned by his knees and his jerking prick was throbbing just above her heart. "Suck it," he commanded, "come on, take it in your pretty little mouth and eat!"
She looked up at his huge organ. His hands forced her head up so that her lips touched the damp, blood-red head of his cock and he forced his hips forward.
"Help, Paul!"
Stu's thumbs reached inside her mouth and forced her mouth open as he rammed the full length of his lust-hardened prick deep into her throat. She felt sick and tired and wanted to choke, but all she could do was swallow and gasp for air as he rocked back and forth above her.
"Faster," he said, his hands holding her head in a hard grip. "Suck faster!"
All the politeness was gone from his eyes, any love he may have instinctively had for her. Paul was stoned. His teeth were set in a clenched line as he watched her soft, red lips close around the other man's cock.
Her tongue flicked briefly over his glans and he had to steel himself against his climax. He wanted her to really need him, to suffer. Her arms ached from the pressure of his knees, hut he did not move an inch, he had her right where he wanted her and she was in his power now. She felt helpless, horny and depraved. It excited her in a masochistic way and she sucked more voraciously on his leaden cock.
"You bitch, it's good," lie moaned as she curled her tongue around the head of his aching cock and sucked harshly, like a hitch in heat.
He drove his hips forward, forcing his hard throbbing prick deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes were closed as she licked and sucked on him so he released his grip on her hair. His hands grasped the voluptuous firm gloves of her tits and squeezed them cruelly. He pinched and tickled the nipples until they stood erect and throbbing, pin pricked with lewd desire.
"Here, cunt. Like it?"
She could only nod.
Her thighs were trembling and shaking as he expertly found and stimulated every nerve center of her body. Her eyes opened and looked at him pleadingly, begging him to satisfy her needs. He grinned down at her.
"You don't care about Paul now, do you?" She shook her head.
"Say it."
"I don't care about Paul. Just fuck me with that long rod of yours. Please, hurry!"
Her voice was urgent. He groaned as he let his rigid organ slip from between her wet lips and jerk spasmodically over her blonde head.
He lay down on lop of her, and the sky seemed to melt.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ONE FUCKING TRIP
His body was so hard against her smooth softness as he held her tightly that she had to fight for breath. She scraped her nails softly over his testicles, tickling, teasing him, urging him to take her. He was shaking and his hands were quivering as he felt the moisture between her open thighs and he rubbed one finger roughly over the pulsing knob of her clitoris.
His lips sucked voraciously on the nipples of her breasts as she writhed and bucked against him. His finger slid easily inside her waiting channel and he could feel the warm dampness of her vaginal lining close around the thickness of his probing digit. She felt so tight, yet so ready and his blood was racing like a torrent through the length of his rock hard dick. He could feel the head of his penis secret a few drops of his seminal fluids and he felt like a dam ready to explode.
She pulled away from his embrace and rolled over on her back, spreading her legs wide so that he could fit his hips between her waiting thighs. She grinned up at him.
"Come on, baby. Get it!" she was full of spice.
As he moved on top of her, she could feel the hard thickness of his manhood bob and jerk spastically against her thigh and belly. "Now, darling," she begged him.
"Yes," he gasped, feeling the glans of his cock against the wet wariness of her vagina. Her tits were heaving and her whole body was trembling as she felt his blood red head ease inside of her. The clinging walls of her vagina closed around his thickness like a warm, wet cocoon, embracing him, holding him deep inside her body.
"Oh, do it," she moaned.
She looked up at him through tears of happiness and he thrust hard, feeling his entire length slip in and out of her. His hands grasped her buttocks harshly and he pulled her hips up until he could feel his cock touch the back of her cervix.
"Mmm, yes," she could feel his throbbing organ strain at her tightly constricting cuntal walls.
His body was ablaze with such a fiery passion that he thought he would go up in smoke, that he would totally disintegrate if he stayed inside her like this, yet he didn't want it to end, he wanted this terrible, gnawing passion to go on forever.
Cathy raised her knees slightly to facilitate his entry and she wiggled her buttocks back and forth so that she could feel every part of him inside her. She reached behind him and ran her nails gently over his loose hanging testicles as they slapped softly against the smooth whiteness of her upturned buttocks.
"You're gonna get it now," he grunted, feeling his cock become even thicker as he felt the come build to a surge.
"Come in me, let me feel it all gush out into me," she answered him.
She screwed her hips up even higher against him and held his buttocks to her tightly, holding him inside her for just a moment so that she could feel his penis jerk.
He was ready to jet his sperm into her. She could feel the walls of her vagina begin to twitch and contract as he thrust t harder and deeper into her.
"Come with me ... now!" she choked.
She felt as though her whole body was being consumed by his penis, that she was just a receptacle for his manhood and nothing else mattered as long as she could have him inside her.
As she writhed and worked her hips against his she could feel the first hot stream of his sperm break loose inside her, wetting her, and filling her.
"That's it, fuck me!" she said, knowing that Paul was watching; this gave her a cheap thrill.
The man couldn't speak, his mouth was dry and his body shook from the urgency of their passion. When they were both spent, he collapsed next to her and cradled her in his arms.
"Eat me now. Look, Paul, if this is what you want," said Cathy. "See how he's gonna suck my cunt." But Paul paid no mind. He couldn't have cared less; he was stoned.
The man hesitated for a second, then lowered himself down further on her body, his moist tongue licking the soil flesh of her stomach and the slight bulge of her thighs. His hands pulled on her knees until they fell apart loosely and he could bury his head in the warm dampness between her open legs.
"Hot little cunt," he said, gloating over her youngish form.
Then his tongue found her warm vaginal lips and licked between them, his hands tightening their grip on her waist and her buttocks. She slipped forward, moaning and twisting as his tongue slipped inside her.
Her cunt seemed to have opened and she could feel her own passion rise to meet his as he licked and sucked furiously between her open legs. She smelled nice, the soft skin of her thighs which were clasped on either side of his face, were soft. She pulled gently at his shoulders, making him lick her every which way.
"Oh, yes, eat me, ... suck it, lick it all up, you big stud you," she crooned.
"Taste good ... like a cigarette should," he murmured jokingly among the folds of her wet pussy.
He bit and sucked, flicking his tongue over the erect meat or her buttock. She knew she couldn't last much longer against his insistent mouthing.
He clasped her firm, youthful body and his hands grasped over her nakedness. His caresses became more insistent and violent. His longue delved deeper into her moist cunt, she could feel the tumultuous wave of her climax begin to shudder her body.
"Oh!" she screamed, grasping his head firmly between her thighs and holding him there as she raised her hips in orgasm.
He sucked her wet, sweet-tasting juices until she collapsed on the ground, then quickly pulled himself up onto her and she could feel the hot pulsing of his rod as it angled between her trembling legs her. Her naked loveliness quivered under him as his belly brushed against hers. She could feel the length of his thick, hard cock slip cruelly into her.
Almost immediately, they both came. A roaring climax that made them fall apart in exhaustion. "Thanks," said the man. "You're okay."
"Now it's my turn," said Paul. "But let's drop some acid first."
Cathy felt her heart jump. Acid! Dare she? What choice did she have? Even as she considered it, Paul was shoving a sugar cube in her mouth-as well as his own. Others were doing the same thing, washing it down with wine.
Before the drug had its effect Paul was grabbing her, Hinging her to the ground. He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his hands pulled on her knees until they fell apart loosely and he could bury his head in the warm dampness between her open legs.
"What a nice hot cunt you are," he moaned, as his tongue found her warm vaginal lips and licked between them, his hands tightening their grip on her waist and buttocks.
She slipped forward on the cool grass, groaning and twisting as he let his tongue slip inside her. Her cunt seemed to have flowered open to him like a soft, fleshy petal and she could feel her own passion rise to meet his own as he licked and sucked furiously between her open legs.
The soft skin of her thighs which were clasped on either side of his face were soft and sweet-smelling.
He enjoyed licking them and tasting her flesh. The clitoris was alive, hard, ready for action. He knew how much she loved what he was doing, how his tongue made her twist and grind. Her face was immensely pretty in sex, it seemed to be coated with healthy exuberance.
"Oh," she heard herself sigh, as the drug began to take its effect slowly. A rush of colors: red, yellow, green, blue flitted across her consciousness like butterflies. A sense of sinking, falling overwhelmed her. Paul's driving cock was like a torpedo in her cunt, larger than herself, full of dynamite pleasure. "He's sinking me, making me real, diving into my being," she thought.
He clasped her firm, youthful body that was now full of passion and want, his hands grasping and groping over her nakedness, as she moaned and quivered beneath him.
She was trying to control her passion as his caresses became more insistent and violent, but as his tongue delved deep into her open, moist cunt once again, she could feel the tumultuous wave of her climax begin to shudder her body.
"Yes, you are my animal beast," she groaned. And Paul was truly a monster to her, made of green substances, a ghost. Flashes of color. Blue. Red ... green amoeba curling around her. Not one climax, but dozens.
She screamed out and grasped his head firmly down to her thighs again. He sucked her cunt with his mouth, delaying his own orgasm.
He sucked her wet, sweet-scented juices until she collapsed back onto the grass, then quickly pulled himself up onto her again and she could feel the hot pulsing of his rod as it angled between her trembling legs.
His prick was tilted, ready. It throbbed with a vibrant curiosity, getting ready to splice inward hard. The feel of her soft, wet pussy was enough to drive any man wild. She was his, all his. He had to fuck her good this time, make her feel all his pent-up desire and virility.
"My she-devil," he said, his own brain mixed in with the images of space and time ... He gasped, forcing himself against her vaginal lips roughly.
"Into me, so far into me...." she whimpered, her body never satisfied it seemed. An endless climax. Her naked form quivered under him as his belly brushed against hers and she could feel the length of his thick hard penis slip cruelly into her. He worked up and down on her hurting tummy, punishing her.
"That's it, baby! Let's ride the rainbow again!"
"Yes, oh, yes let's fuck, honey! You're a tiger in my womb!"
Her energy was nearly sapped as he pounded so much harder and deeper into her tight channel. He felt a chill course down his spine at the thought of what he was doing to this beautiful girl and he gave an extra hard thrust which seated into her and brought forth a throat-rasping groan.
Her insides ached and throbbed from his pummeling of her cunt and she wondered if this had been his desire, to hurt her. She loved what he was doing, drank it all in.
Her legs were wide on either side of his impaling and she closed her eyes tightly, grit her teeth as her neck and throat strained to keep the groans of pain inside.
"Oh, Paul, how you fill me!"
"You bet I fill you, you sweet bitch!"
She gave him everything she had. Nothing else mattered but this colossal orgasm, this torrent of boiling come. They lay there, in each other's arms, spent ... drifting off.
As Sheila looked over she realized this was the right moment-the moment she had been waiting for.
Cathy's face was but inches away, but she did not see her. She was busy, lost in her world of endless sex. Sheila put her fingers on the small shapely form, moved her hand with the cubes up toward her mouth.
"Now, you bitch," she said softly, "now you'll pay!"
CHAPTER NINE
BLACK LUST
But she didn't have a chance to follow through with her action. Someone grabbed her from behind and threw her to the ground. She looked up into the eyes of a big, black man. He was tall, about twenty-two, and wore a red bandana around his forehead. He seemed to froth at the mouth.
"Not now!" cried Sheila.
"What do ya mean, not now? Are you prejudice or something?" he hissed through his teeth angrily.
"No-it's just that-"
"Don't give me none of that shit. I've seen you make it with everyone in the camp."
He fell on top of her. "But you don't understand-"
He slapped her across the face. "You white cunts are all the same. All you want is a big, black dick in you, but you won't admit it!"
Sheila quivered. She saw that there was no use in resisting this brutish fellow. He was determined to have her.
The best thing would be to play along, make him come, then gel back to business. She prayed that Paul wouldn't go off with Cathy.
"That's it, join the party," said Nancy, enjoying the third part of a four-way fuck. Her eyes glistened strangely in the moonlight. It was clear that she enjoyed this sort of life, observed Cathy, Iron her vantage point with Paul.
Sheila groaned under the weight of the negro. He knew what he wanted, and was ready to lake all of it. Her cunt sucked at his fingers which had embedded themselves there.
She kept (lie cubes gripped tightly in her hand. She tried to stand up hut his rough fingers caught around her ankles and she fell to the ground again sharply. She didn't bother to move now, just lay there, her body limp, waiting for his anger to lake her. He brought his body up, over her, one of his hands ripping the thin elastic of her panties, tearing the skimpy things from her thighs. She moved, repelled by his disgust of her.
His hips ground into her flesh by way of answer to her need. She tried to move her face away from the sharp slap that closed her eyes. When the stinging left she opened her eyes, anger turning hotter. She gathered saliva in her mouth and propelled it at his face. This earned her a series of slaps. When she was sure it was over, she opened her eyes again, her mouth trickling blood drops.
She wondered what he would do next. Horror struck her mind. She lay, suddenly convulsed with fear. He moved on top of her, lifting his already distended cock onto her belly, laying it there as if it were a prize of silver.
She was stiff, trying to fight the sudden, wanting excitement that moved aggressively in her loins. He wiggled over her, getting his pants off. When they were crumpled on the wet grass next to him, he roughly grabbed her tits and thrust one into his mouth. He hit down hard, with complete lack of mercy.
"You black bastard!"
"I'll show you, cunt!" Again, his fist stung her lace.
She felt herself go limp in his arms.
His teeth drilled their pointed way to her nipples, tearing the nubby flesh. She moaned, moving the small, perfect tit deeper into his sucking mouth.
His hands tore at the other breast, two fingers squeezing the nipple into pain. Sheila tried to lift her legs under his bare ass, feeling his prick's heavy weight. Her arms reached into his masses of black hair, twisting in the shining wire-like strands, wanting to hurt him as well, wanting to punish him for his cruelty.
Her hips rose, lifting his legs, deceptive in their slim strength. His mouth left the tit with a thick, liquid sound. She met his dark, black eyes, glazed with lust, his legs inching up her thighs as he moved his heavy expansion of slick skin over her hot, throbbing pussy.
Her hands were imbedded, trapped in his wiry hair. He twisted his head, trying to tear her hands away, but she gritted her teeth, holding on now. His cock twisted heavily, the head trying to untangle the criss-cross of pubic hairs, shoving itself over and over at the wetness. Under her ass, her back moved in the dirt, covered the sensual feel of the grass. She moved her ass in the thick emulsion, feeling the cool wetness ride up the crack in her buttocks.
"You cock," she cried, "how you make me come."
"Take this, you whore."
She liked the way he called her that, even though he was keeping her from her objective. It was always nice to have a big black cock in you-they were so deadly hard His fingernails dug deep gouges into the flesh as they raked her legs, first one, then the other. This pattern emerged in her belly, making it shake with want. He was teasing her with his own lust. He was holding out, knowing how quickly, how easily she got excited.
She would have liked to hold out, like to pretend that it did not matter to her, that she did not feel passion from his touches.
But she was too hot for that. Her desire took her, yanking her thighs away from his claw-advances, meeting the hard flesh of his thick bludgeon instrument. Her hands worked themselves free of his hair and she reached down, grabbing him, pulling him painfully, one of her fingers parting the intertwining hairs, moving him inside the warm interior hidden by the big cuntlips. "Baby," he said, "you sure got plenty of ass."
"Hurry up and fuck, stud. I got things to do."
He liked her language. He raised his hips high over her, dangling his cock in the tiny belly button hole. He pressed. She moved her belly up towards him, her hands dug tight in his boy hips, trying to move him down over her interior. Her head whipped from side to side; she gasped with her panting need. The insistent prick dug at her belly, dripping fluid into the tiny hole. He couldn't get in there, damn him, she thought.
She moved her legs, heaving them upwards, pounding his ass with the knees. He grimaced, standing up, yanking her after him like a bag of wheat. She was brought to her feet abruptly and pulled. He fell against her, his cock swinging at her ass like a thick wet cobra. She moved, trying to clamber up a tree. He laughed. "You ain't no monkey!"
He moved behind her, his hands gripping her shoulders as he dragged the front portion of her shape down over a jagged rock, leaving her exposed ass high, arched. The sharp corners of the stone cut into her tits as she tried to move. The negro took his dick and forced it into the tiny asshole.
"There, have some meat."
"No, please!"
She tried to twist away. He held her tightly, his hand on either side of her cheeks, lunging again and again until his prick nudged in the crack; he brought it up, sliding it up the hole until she caught the mood, her cunt pressed wetly against the smooth rock. She wished the rock had some kind of lump in it, that she could fit her clit over it.
His hands spread the cheeks until she could feel them rip. When he was through with her, he thought, it would take a hell of a long time to heal. His giner slid inside her anus.
"Sweet asshole," he licked his lower lip. She groaned a mixture of agony and lust. She couldn't believe what he was doing to her. She couldn't even see where Cathy and Paul were. She simply had to get away, had to get the acid into Cathy's mouth....
Unconsciously, she pushed backwards with all her might, swallowing his finger, rapping his dangling balls a hard knock. He jerked his finger free, cursing as he took his thick, black prick head in hand and shoved it into her sore hole. She screamed with the waves of agony that rolled through her.
Her pelvis ground against the rock, her hands grappling with the smooth texture of it. Her lips smashed on the rock too, making her feel very animal-like in her hunger and pain. She felt him pushing inward with a grunt.
When the painful, hard, black prick had reached its ultimate of movements, his fists dug into her shoulders and he shouted every filthy word he could think of into her ear. He moved his hips quickly from side to side, whacking his balls against the very tops of her thighs. She drooled on the rock, lips bleeding. He jerked his cock back and moved it up and down, grinding her insides like crazy.
Her legs dangled limp and dead under his brutal assault. Tears rolled down her breasts. Still, his rock-hard flesh beat her as he grated his hips. He lunged inside her, his hands moving, spreading her cheeks wider and wider apart, cursing, his yells echoing through the forest. He slipped, his prick jerking free. She got up and ran toward and the pond.
"Come back here!" he yelled, starting after her.
No one noticed what had happened. It was no one's business, after all. Love was having its heyday. Sheila splashed into the water, her legs furious, thrashing water as her arms swept streams of it upwards in the air.-She was moving fast, as fast as she could. To her dismay, the cubes melted in her fist. "Oh, no! Shit!" she yelled, angry.
She was terrified of what he might do to her. Her ass hurt from the pain of the cold water over the naked raw wounds.
But the man grabbed her around the waist and her head sunk under the water. She inhaled a great stream of liquid, choking her lungs, running through her organs. Then her head was lifted upwards as he dragged her into the shallow water.
The water reached her neck now. Her arms flailed, punching air, her mouth streaming with filthy words, emptying itself of fluid. "You big bastard! Let me go!"
"I like you playful white bitches," he chuckled.
"I lost two cubes of acid," she said.
"Too bad, bitch," he answered, twisting her arm.
Under the water, in heavy slow motion, the still hard prick moved towards her tortured anus. She yelled out, crying now as she had never cried before, choking on her tears and pain.
Her body floated, turning around, her tilts slapping softly on the man's chest in the water. She kicked her feet into him, trying to propel herself away.
"You are stubborn, aren't you?" said the big, black man.
He then moved her towards him, his hands moving, grasping her underneath her breasts, two fingers digging into the soft, pink tissues. At least he wasn't going to try her asshole again. Thank goodness for that.
Passion moved in Sheila, despite herself. "Yes, nice," she thought. "Nice to be fucked again. To be stoned and to fuck." The struggle had made her tired and hungry. She ached from fighting him, and now he knew she would be his. She reached in the water and took the stiff cock and pushed it upwards into her cunt. Then she moved her legs from the bottom of the shallow pond water and floated her legs around him, taking with relief the huge filling.
She rode over it, gasping with a twist of joy as it touched bottom, moving her desirous insides over the hard cock. She let him hold there, legs clasped around his waist, riding back and forth on the water. Her hands reached, shrunken in the water, taking his two large round balls and fondling them. His black face seemed suddenly handsome. Somehow to her, he was a black Paul, a substitute for the man she really wanted. The feel of his cock helped her to fantasize that it really was him.
Then he said, "Let's get back on the ground, baby. We can really groove there."
"Yes," she said in a hushed whisper. She would do as he said. They swam toward shore. The moon disappeared behind some trees leaving a fine, yellow haze on the grass.
As they left the water, Sheila's hands went to her wet cunt, her fingers slid in among the spermy contents. He stepped out of the water, his face mixed with darkness, twisted with a weird look. She knew she had really turned this strange stud on.
She opened her mouth, licking some blood from her lips. She sank slowly to one knee and lowered her other knee shortly after-held out her arms to the negro. "You blew my plans, but now I don't care. I'll find another way. Come here."
He looked at her-puzzled. Strange white chick, all fucked up like all these middle class broads, he thought, going along with the game. His legs entered the circle of her arms and she pulled him closer, taking his prick into her mouth with gentle sucks. Her heart beat like a sledge hammer as he reached his hands into her wet hair, moving great handfuls as he jerked her head in delicious circles back and forth.
She opened her mouth wider, moved her tongue faster. She sucked him slave like, not caring who he was, rolling his rigid knob over her teeth, her hands working at his ass as she gripped him there. She pulled him closer.
"Go, baby, go! Suck your daddy," he said.
She moved her fingers around his black ass, finally moving one cheek in a circle-then fit a finger snugly in, her nail gripping the rough skin within. She gave her finger a gentle shove, then a harder one. She closed her eyes. Her mouth worked more feverishly, swallowing the long thickness deep within her throat, the finger circling the tightness of the anus.
"Oh, you-" he began.
"Like it do you? Huh?" she temporarily stopped her sucking.
Her voice was deep, husky. She was really getting to this big bastard now. She drew her mouth long and slowly back from his dick and slowly covered it again, repeating this as she watched, her pussy throbbing. He opened his mouth in anguish, indicating he was almost ready.
She heard his rumbling come as it stormed through his balls. Her mouth was forced to its widest point, the cunt contracting with her finger in it. Then his hard pistol shot its load down her throat, making her cry out.
She held onto it, feeling the hot burning sperm shoot down her cavity. She worked her mouth over it, tasting the saltiness of his goo. His prick moved, melting in upon itself as it seemed to blow open. She sighed with him.
"That was good," he murmured.
She followed in, her mouth still sucking wildly, wanting all of the stuff. Then he withdrew, stepping backward in the light of the round yellow moon.
Sheila looked at him for a moment, then lay back on the grass. "You've spoiled everything. But now, give it to me."
He still didn't know what she was talking about, nor did he care. Desire churned in her cunt, filling it with dampness. The sight of her lying there, slightly plump, young was enough to get his erection going. Blood filled his veins.
"Sure, honey. I'll give you what you need now. I never let a chick down, believe me."
She moved her fingers among the pussy hairs, slipping them inside her.
He kneeled next to her, his hands lifting her fingers from her pussy and inserting his own. She then closed her eyes, still looking into his face. Then she felt his hands stretching the walls of her hot cunt. His other hand tortured the hard, pink clitoris. She moved against all of this, her hands burying themselves in the dirt. He took his hands away from her cunt and pulled her legs wide. She reached for his prick and worked at, getting it good and solid.
He lowered himself, one hand holding the heavy instrument, the other hand reaching for her right lit. She twisted, holding her cuntlips wide apart, showing him the insides of her pussy. He slid in, as if he had been in and out of her for many months, slid in and out-bringing out more and more liquid from some secretive glands, making her move her limbs thickly, keeping legs wide, wide apart.
She would come around him, thick and fast, she knew. She lifted her belly and let his cock each time it dove inside her, moving with deliberate slowness, pumping her guts with long motions She moved on this torturous stick of flesh, her breasts pressing further into the man's greedy hands.
His head loomed over her as he moved his hand, his hard, black chest meeting her tits, crushing them flatly under his weight. She smelled his breath, sweet and masculine, tasted his lips for the first time as he took her mouth in a long sucking motion.
Her legs moved together, but his hard thighs held them at a distance. She came in slow, racking terrible surgings of power. Cream rolled out of her deepest sources. His mouth seemed to drain hers ... as his prick sucked her pussy dry.
When her cries of passion stopped ... they lay there, close together, black and white, joined by the mysterious powers of the forest.
"I've got to get back. Let me go," said Sheila."
To her surprise, he said, "Bye-bye. I had my stuff." She ran away, back to the camp. Someone would have to loan her some tabs. Cathy must die.
Back at the camp, Cathy was quite busy. Her mind swirled with all the colors of flesh and tree. All was intermixed as she enjoyed her trip with Paul. Or was it still Paul? She didn't know. She was lost. All she knew was that she felt a series of cocks and cocks and pussies upon her, sucking, feeling, filling her to the core. Through misty eyes she saw the lewdest scenes take place. A feeling of hot-blooded sentiment overcame her. Yes, they were all one family, weren't they. One for all-fuckers united, she laughed. Yet she had to be filled continuously, to go the limits of her mysterious exploration into the dangerous unknown of her mind. She gasped, feeling something tear at her insides.
Paul was lying back on a pile of colorful madras cushions by the fire. He had a girl on either side of him. One, a short chubby, yet pretty girl of about eighteen, took hold of his penis and gently began twirling it while the other-taller, blonde haired, kissed him full on the mouth. Then both joined in, sharing his mouth. He smiled in contentment. Cathy felt no jealousy for some reason. She was too high.
Both girls' tongues danced inside his mouth while each girl held part of his prick-one the base, one the head. It was so very big, so heavy. To Cathy, it looked like a gigantic cobra snake. She swallowed hard at the menacing image.
Of course Paul's cock grew harder and harder. The chubby girl sucked his nipples while the other slid down to lick his balls. Next she presented her cunt to his mouth while she continued up his dick with her wet, hot Ups.
Then the taller girl got behind the two of them. This really excited Cathy's imagination. She felt a tongue-she didn't care whose-lapping her vagina.
Now she in turn licked the chubby girl's asshole while the latter sixty-nined with Paul, occasionally transferring her attention to both their bodies. She rubbed her girlfriend's back, inserting a finger in her anus, then met Paul's cock there.
Then a short man with the longest, fattest cock Cathy had yet seen got behind the tall girl. He had kinky, long hair and wore a string of red and yellow beads around his neck. He had a hairy body and was about thirty.
"Come on, chicks, let me in on this," he said.
"Sure," said the tall girl, "get a stick in my pussy. Let's roll."
He plugged into her cunt with little difficulty, making her suck faster on the chubby girl's cunt. This meant that Paul got a faster licking also. A foursome.
Cathy watched as the tall girl's tremors mounted, causing her to tremble throughout her body. Her breath came in rapid, quivering gasps.
Higher, higher! Hotter, lewder!
"Oh, cream in me! Fill me!" she cried.
At the same time she licked the chubby girl's ass and cunt faster until she, too, cried out. "East me, you bitch! Suck the shit out of my box!"
"Oh, no ... I can't take it much longer!" continued the tall girl. Her blonde hair whipped around the front of her face. The short man screwed like a champion. Cathy couldn't believe her eyes.
The walls of the tall girl's stomach were sucking at the man's long, hard penis. He climaxed into her hot channel and then, surprising all of them, changed openings and found her already rambunctious asshole.
"Oh, shit, fuck faster," cried the blonde lasciviously.
Then the shorter girl turned around and presented her lovely asshole to the former. Sensing her desires and being especially horny by this time, the other girl flung her tongue into the opening with a grin.
The man was tireless, it appeared. He had begun to sense a new quivering in his victim's belly and the sucking movement in her cunt and his won lust, in response, took a big step up to the threshold of orgasm.
"Give me your belly, you hot cunt!" he cried.
His face appeared to be steaming as he plunged into her over and over. He had a sad, but vital look-the drugged look of a junkie. They all gave vent to their agonized groans and finally, with the last quiver to come down his spine, he lost all control and shot his load.
At the same lime Paul and a muscular guy with a cowboy hat-that was all he wore-grabbed Terry. She had been resting from a long trip, under a maple tree. Her body was sleek, beautiful as ever. "Let's sandwich her in," said Paul Cathy watched, sobering up. A tinge of envy and jealousy crept into her soul. She wanted to kill both of them.
Terry got horny very fast. Her eyes glimmered like a wildcat's when its hungry for blood. "So? Want some pussy, do you? Huh?" She began to writhe between the two strong men. "Both of you? You both want me, don't you? Want to feel my big, hot cunt wrapped around your filthy cocks?"
She thrust her belly at Paul and laughed licentiously. "Go ahead, get it. Get it, you fuckers!"
Cathy hated her. She got up, headed towards them. That filthy Paul, didn't he care about her? Didn't he love her in the same way as she did him? All men were rotten. She would claw his eyes out now, tear him to bits.
Now Terry flung her arms around Paul's neck and gave him another french kiss. This time she thrust her wet tongue into his warm mouth, muttering sexy things into it. "Stick it in me, fellas. Let's see who has the biggest pair of balls."
Then she rolled over and kissed the other man. "Come on, cowboy. Let's see your lasso, ha ha," she was stoned.
It was obvious what she wanted. She wanted Paul to lake her from behind while the cowboy fucked her cunt. She licked the latter's lips and he gripped her hack muscles with his strong arms. "Yes, lover. Hard, that's it. Eat me!" she growled and hit his neck like an animal, her lust rising, rising. His leg muscles could feel her firm thighs and he scratched her belly.
Cathy grabbed Paul by the shoulders. "You sonofabitch! Get off her!"
"Beat it, Cathy!" Paul threw her to the ground. She felt big tears rolling down her cheeks. A hurt fired down her chest. It was at that moment, just as she was about to rise, that she felt a strange girl jump on her. Through horrified eyes she saw Sheila, knees on her tits, prying open her mouth. "No!" she cried, but it seemed too late.
CHAPTER TEN
FUCK ONE, FUCK ALL
Just as she was about to insert three cubes of LSD into Cathy's mouth, Sheila felt a jerking movement. An arm came around her neck and pulled her off. It was Nancy. "You whore," she said softly, her voice groggy. And with an angry motion, she pried open Sheila's lips and made her swallow the tablets. With her other hand she inserted the bottle-neck of a wine decanter. "Swallow!"
Sheila swallowed the drug. Cathy watched in horror. Those tablets had been intended for her! They would have killed her or worse! It was unbelievable. Why should Sheila want to do such a thing.
Then suddenly it came to her. Before she had come, Sheila was Paul's girl. Now it was all reversed. She laughed ironically to herself. Now she was the jealous one!
She glanced over at Paul and Terry and the cowboy. They were oblivious to all that had just happened, let alone the meaning of it. Terry was muttering wickedly, "My tits too, suck my tits ... yes, yes! Now you ... ha ha. That tickles, Paul ... cowboy, here. Take my cunt. Right. That's it ... yes, let's be filthy lewd now." Her voice was degraded beyond anything she had ever heard. Terry offered her pink mounds of flesh like ripe fruit to Paul's teeth. "Here, baby, suck. Suck Mommy's tits, ha ha!"
While he did this, she inserted a finger in his anus: points of tingling pleasure shot up through his canal. His testicles felt heavy. Terry brought her mouth down momentarily to lick them.
Then she repositioned his knob in her pussy. Her face was twisted into a weird joy as he broke past all the wet folds of her cunt. The cowboy was now fully hilted in her. Cathy's anger overcame her. She rose, strapped on a rubber cock. "I'll show you who's the master here," she thought drunkenly.
She got behind Paul and parted his hairy buttocks.
"Wha-?" he almost got out.
But before he had a chance to say anything, Cathy shoved harshly into his sore anus. "No!"
Paul could feel Cathy's warm angry breath on his neck as she brutally fucked his asshole. Her own ass pounded furiously, vengefully. "Take this you bastard!" she cried, the tears still rolling down her face. He closed his eyes tightly.
The large rubber organ penetrated into him, as he kept working in and out of Terry's ass. It was a delicious rhythm of sandwiched lust.
"Oh, fuck me all of you," cried Terry, thinking Cathy had joined in for the fun of it.
Then Paul and the cowboy burst wide open into Terry's openings. A tide of rampant juice jetted into her. She started to climax as soon as she felt the dual spray. She crushed her cunt up against both dicks while shivers of excitement rained in her body like sharp dancing points of pain. Her vulva sucked in their cocks like an automatic pump. Each time he withdrew Paul spliced himself on the roaring cock behind. It was a two-way madness that overcame him: his organs seemed stuffed to the brim. He was satisfying both sexes within him.
Cathy saw that she was giving pleasure rather than pain to her lover. It was disappointing on one hand, but on the other she still did really love him-and all this confusion, the drugs, the revenge had lent the atmosphere an unreality that consumed them all. Screwing seemed all that mattered now. Tomorrow they could figure out who loved who. Sensuality was supreme, was all that counted. Now-that was what mattered.
But for Sheila, there was too much now. Her brain unhinged, pivoted, sailed off. She saw monsters that consumed her naked d body. And there was no escape. She shrieked, cried. They had to hold her down, trying to calm her.
Finally, she broke loose, ran toward the water. "I can walk on the water, do you hear?" she cried pathetically. Before they could stop her, she was walking into the deep area. Paul was notified and he jumped in after her, swimming with powerful speed.
Cathy's heart pounded. That might have been her out there. Now Paul's arms could be seen raising above the inky water as he grabbed something. There was a mad struggle, in which both Paul and Sheila could have drowned. The seconds ticked by.
At last Paul could be seen swimming back, Sheila under his arm-unconscious. He dragged her ashore, exhausted, and fell on top of her. He pulled her arms back and forth, breathed into her lungs.
They waited in a circle around them. It was silent for ten minutes. Finally, Sheila began to stir. Water gushed out of her mouth. "Oh," she moaned.
"Call a hospital," said Paul.
"I have already," said Nancy. She looked very down trodden. Cathy comforted her. "It wasn't your fault. You had to save me."
"But she was such a lonely chick. Always by herself," was all Nancy could say. The air was thick with the smell of burning incense, the smell of their bodies.
"Nothing worse than a bum trip," said the cowboy quietly, as the sirens came closer.
"Take her to the edge of the meadow," said Paul, taking charge. "They mustn't see our camp, what we're up to. Cops might come."
It was agreed. Four men carried Sheila to the edge of the meadow, away from the camp. It was a matter of the commune's survival. Sheila was left off the road with Paul, who had thrown on his jeans.
The ambulance pulled in. "What happened?" asked a crew-cut uniformed cop. His eyes were small, kind. He was about fifty.
"Found her on the road. Guess she tried to swim out too far. Too bad, she looks like a nice chick.
The cop sized him up. "Well, good work, young man. You've saved her life. We'll take care of it now. All I'll need is your name and address, for I he record."
Paul passed. "Sure ... John Thomas," he said, adding on a phony address. The cop got into the ambulance and it sped away. With a sigh of relief, he headed back to the camp.
To his amazement, the party was back in full swing. He felt a little odd himself, but then he hadn't taken any more drugs since his rescue. The others, being depressed, had dropped more to avoid sadness-a typical escape by such people.
A strange ceremony was taking place. Torches were lit all around the camp. The flames darted hotly upwards in red, blue and green lights. There was a sort of table set up, with a bowl alongside it. Paul recognized the witch's ceremony relating to the full moon. This was performed only three times a year. That was why they had continued their orgy so quickly. He looked around for Cathy, but she was nowhere to be seen.
A tall gaunt bearded man stepped from out of the blackness and went up to the torch. It was Lester Ford, an itinerant hippie, who came by each time the ceremony took place from Colorado. He was the High Priest on such occasions. Shadows played on his face, causing mysterious strips of light to reflect there. He looked very serious, as always.
He held in his hand a small cat. Blood dripped from the beast, which was obviously dead. He dropped the animal and lifted the bowl upwards in a gesture toward the sky. At this point a girl of about thirteen brought out a long, phallic symbol made of carved wood. She placed it on the table.
Lester took out his cock-he was wearing a black robe-and jerked it off until his face was a mask of fierce heat. Soon he was spurting his juice into the bowl. He placed the bowl on the table, set his penis back in place, then walked forward four steps.
The others were all gathered around, faces full of anticipation. Paul removed his jeans and stood naked with them. Someone passed him a reefer and he took long drags on it.
There was a hushed silence as another figure came out of the darkness. It moved slowly, almost as if floating on air. "She's coming now," someone whispered, in awe.
They all bowed low before the figure. Finally, the woman stepped in front of the torch, showering her face with firelight. It was a beautiful woman of about thirty. She had long, black hair and oriental eyes. She was taller than most women, yet supple and feminine. With long, while arms she lifted the bowl high in some weird gesture, then placed the bowl to her beautiful full, red lips. Cathy, who was kneeling with the others, looked on in amazement. She was only slightly high, and was able to observe the whole thing in a semi-sober state.
The woman, who wore a kind of transparent silk yellow gown, swallowed every last drop of the mixture and her mouth was now blood-red. She replaced the bowl and stepped forward in front of Lester.
He began to remove the long, flowing robe she wore and her soft flesh was visible. She was clad in a sort of bikini outfit, except that her large, red nipples protruded through a hole in the bra. This gave her a highly sensual appearance, as you might expect.
Cathy could see her features better now: she was absolutely gorgeous. Sharp features, a cruel mouth, burning eyes, high cheekbones-these were her trademarks; a queen of ultimate passion. Cathy trembled from head to foot. Such evil beauty stirred her most vivid imaginations.
"Gosh," she muttered.
The priestess's longue came out to lick the lips and a gasp escaped everyone's lips. Then a great long cry exploded from the pit of her throat, "Oh, Rega!" she cried, falling to her knees. "We worship you, the devil, king of sex!"
They all cheered.
She began a lewd dance, twirling and circling her body in raw abandonment. It was a tribute to lust; hot, eager fingers explored her own body as she jutted her cunt forward lasciviously, ground her breasts with both hands, pinching the nipples.
"Look at her go," said a boy, strangely excited. He took Cathy's hand, as if in fear. She squeezed it.
Around and around went the priestess, like a she-devil of some ancient past. Hearts pounded excitedly as she gestured and.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck, all of us!" she yelled.
"Yes, yes." the others answered back.
"Let's do everything there is to do! Let us fuck!" and she fell before the carved penis.
Then she spoke in quiet tones, "Let us start," she whispered, yet everyone could hear. They all rose, prepared to do her wildest bidding. Cathy, hypnotized, rose, too.
She snapped her fingers and two men came forth. Both were Japanese, it seemed, naked and strong. They wore blue headbands around their silky hair.
They sat on the ground, before the phallus. Their cocks were extremely long and one man started to lick the head of his companion's cock.
The victim's face started to show such supreme enjoyment as the first fellow tickled his cock with a long, red tongue. The prick grew and grew. Soon the eater was sucking in the shaft like a wet, juicy banana. He lay back to get his prick in as far as possible, with the other man's head between his legs.
Both of them seemed delirious as the sucker grabbed his friend's balls and squeezed them hotly. His eyeballs were large with excitement as he drank down the hard blue-veined cock.
Their bodies were young and strong. The man getting blown locked his legs around his attacker's neck, plugging and unplugging more violently. The others let out a sigh as the man reached his summit of enjoyment.
"Oh, no, Samba ... ugh!"
Lava spurted out from the sucker's lip-corners. He still continued to milk the testicles. The next movement, his finger sticking roughly into the corrugated asshole of his friend, was startling in it timing. The victim took his pal's head between two palms and worked it every which way, raising his ass off the ground, pounding every last drop of his boiling fuck into the warm, slick mouth of his friend.
The sight of these two turned on Cathy to the point that she would have let herself be fucked by an ape. She worked her fingers in and out of her vagina feverishly.
The two men switched now so that the sucker got his, too. The other females in the audience were growing hotter. They started to lick and tongue whatever cocks they could find.
The second man climaxed. His eyes looked as if they would fly out of his sockets. He muttered in a strange language that sounded like Japanese.
Everyone clapped wildly at this exhibition. While they were still locked in the final throes of their delicious encounter, another woman entered the scene-about twenty-five years old, she had long, red hair and was amply proportioned. Her thick lips were savagely beautiful on her pretty face, as were the piercing green eyes. She held a long, black whip in her hand. On her waist she wore a belt made of leather, hut was otherwise completely naked. On the belt was attached an imitation phallus made of hard rubber.
Grinning lewdly, she cracked the whip. The two men cowered. Their eyes were all drugged, Cathy noticed. Then the woman separated the men and whipped them mercilessly.
Crack! Thwack!
"No! No!" they yelled.
But it was no use. The woman would have her way. Red welts appeared on the flesh of their backs, bellies and legs. She made them kneel.
"Get on your hands and knees," she said.
"Yes, Carla."
"And you get behind your friend," she said to the other.
It was arranged ... then she spread the cheeks of the first male and took hold of the long, hard prick behind them. She guided it into the hairy opening, got behind the second guy and slapped his ass. The crowd laughed.
"How's that, fellow?" she asked brazenly, in full command of the moment. Her eyes gleamed like emeralds.
Obediently the man inserted his cock into the smoldering hole. His prick shoved several times and he was shafted to the hilt. The redhead laughed crudely. Her nipples were hardening from the sight she was witnessing and she sucked on them. Her flesh trembled, her body quivered with excitement.
Now the two boys were screwing hard, forgetting the other's presence. She decided to remind them of it by kneeling herself, grasping the recipient's cock and frigging it.
"Yes, yes, jerk me off while I pop off in his ass," coaxed the fucker. But she did not need any coaxing.
"Shut up, I'll do as I please!" she said, bringing her hand down to his flesh. He looked about ready to cry.
The audience was really sexy by now. The big, redhead lay on her back underneath the man getting fucked. She took his juicy cock into her thick lips and started a rough movement.
She pinched his flesh and drew him down by wrapping her legs around his neck. Her ass lifted high off the grass so that she could get her wide bush up against his face. His tongue danced out and licked her clit while she took his prick deeper into her mouth and played with his heavy testicles.
Cathy blinked at the scene. One man fucking the other's ass-with the girl underneath the receiver's body getting her cunt eaten and sucking his large cock.
They coiled and uncoiled, every now and then looking dreamily at the crowd. Their bodies were gorged, overloaded. The juices boiled in their fired genitals as they prepared to release their pent-up fluids.
The High Priestess looked on with a great deal of satisfaction. She watched their bodies arch. They clawed one another.
They sucked and licked, filling their lungs with more and more air. They grabbed handfuls of flesh, shoved their pubic areas at each other like friends.
Meanwhile in the crowd, people were already copulating. They couldn't wait any longer. The Priestess smoked a long-stemmed opium pipe and then she squatted cross-legged in front of the later, flames of yellow playing on her face.
The threesome tensed suddenly, then pounded like crazy. It was a vision of supreme sensuality. Now the redhead got her rubber cock ready. She pushed a button and Cathy saw it start to vibrate. How clever! The thing had an interior battery that made the thing behave hotter than the real thing.
She lay back on the ground again, unhooking the belt. She handed the cock to one of the men. Her buttocks were raised high, her back arched backwards to the ground.
The man hovered over her body, his long prick casting a wavering shadow over her tummy, his hand gripped to the instrument. He inserted it into her asshole and she opened her mouth to laugh.
He thrust the thing slowly up into the woman's tiny aperture. He plunged into her rectum with it. She writhed her buttocks on the satin-soft grass as the buzz of the penis in action tingled the nerves along her soft rounded cheeks.
"Oh, so good," she moaned.
The looming shadow of the man's won prick came closer to her mouth, her eyes. Her head rolled back on the ground, looked sideways at the large, throbbing organ.
He popped his prick into her mouth, still shoving the vibrator into her anus, raising her like a mad mule. Then he withdrew his cock and shoved it, without pity, into her swollen open lips.
She groaned between his open attack on her genitals; her hips began to pound frantically up and down on the grass. He had left the motor running in the latex tube impaling her hot rectum, and now, with those insistent rhythms pounding into her-and the hard beat he was shoving into her, she was wild with lubricity.
The wild, glassy look in her eye made him reach back under his buttocks and insert a long finger. But she withdrew the vibrating dildo and thrust his finger aside, splicing him with it now. She then matched his cock strokes with her own slow, slippery movement. In a fever, she shoved it too deep and lie cried out.
"You dirty bitch!"
His face was beginning to contort with weird patterns. He started to mutter incoherently. He was getting ready to spurt again and this only precipitated their won real climaxes, those onlookers who were forming their won lewd chains.
The second man joined the redhead and his partner by getting his dick into the girl's mouth, his balls dancing hard on her jaw. with hot sperm-rockets of flying lust, throwing themselves into a space-time vacuum where nothing mattered.
Their come-juices spurted indiscriminately on their faces, chests, breasts. Tangles of pubic hair were soaked with the boiling stuff. Cathy found Paul with her eyes. He was lying with three girls now, both black and voluptuous.
He was groaning under the awful agony of three girls licking his cock, his asshole and his navel. His large prick was finally submerged in one pussy," the girl straddled him, climaxed, dismounted. Next the second girl mounted his still-hard penis. Her black eyes gleamed as she squirmed softly on the knob of his rigid shaft. She also soon spiralled into ecstasy.
At last the third girl got under him, wanting him to be the complete master, to fuck her until she couldn't take it any longer. Wildly, he plugged her ripe young cunt with his battering ram. A new energy seemed to fill him, Cathy noticed, making him climax repeatedly. She winced at his vitality.
The three girls were all giggling, sighing, thoroughly enjoying this mammoth white cock. The two others who watched the third got involved in sucking his asshole and mouth. It was hard to keep track of them because they kept changing positions. Around him was a mass of brown bodies.
Other chains and foursomes entangled each other, Cathy saw. One man was shafting Nancy with a bottle-neck while she sucked a skinny boy's prick. His ass in turn was filled with the vibrating cock-while she was eating the negro dancer's huge penis.
Spankings, whippings and other perversions were taking place. Some of these were directed by the beautiful priestess. Her imagination was boundless. She made a raven-haired girl get spanked by two other women. Her cunt was exposed to the kitten's hot, trained lapping tongue. Each of her toes were in a man's mouth.
A fat man was being stuffed with long, lean pricks. His ass, mouth and under his armpits as well. A small girl stood over them, tying them with ropes and peeing on their exposed genitals.
The place was really getting noisy now. Some few kids were not fornicating but eating or smoking pot. Cathy herself was lost in a triangle with two men, hut seemed not to feel any consciousness. Her eyes were closed and she felt as if she were being devoured by wolves. She kept thinking of her mother, and how worried she must be. Frank, too. Did she still have any feeling for him? A first encounter that led nowhere, she supposed.
At the moment all her senses had come into play. The men rolling on top of her, had no meaning; all that mattered was the shivering excitement that played through her veins-the hot-blooded feeling that she would come and come and come!
Cocks entered her mouth, her cunt, her ass, her armpits. Everywhere she seemed to filled. The feeling of raw suspension rose further in her as she was lifted up, up, into a sea of blue peacefulness. Part of this airy feeling was the hash or acid, hut more of it was the fact that she was being screwed, screwed into the world of semi-consciousness where be become part of the whole. Life drifted by her, her life and others. She seemed to know all meaning, understand all life.
Coming furiously in every fiber of her body, she did not see the girl entering the center of the camp with a small dog. Did not see the other gathering around for the next spectacle.
The girl's hands patted the dog in slow-moving strokes. Her eyes started moving in their spheres. The torch light shown brightly as her auburn air glowed. She was no more than twelve years old, but had a well-developed body.
Her hair was wavy, her eyes dark gray, and she was naked from the waist down. On her pelvis was a think pair of panties, through which you could see the dark pubic bush.
She moved forward as if in a trance. She lay down on the alter, her back touching its smooth wooden surface. She spread her legs; the dog was released. He jumped up between her legs, putting his paws on her chest.
"Let the dog give you a little pleasure," chanted the High Priestess who was standing close by-she was by now fully naked, too. The girl's lovely body opened wide for the animal. Cathy, who had just finished with her five male companions got up to look.
The mutt's tongue came out for a moment, eyes flashing. The girl raised her cunt up for him to lick but he sniffed around it first. The girl smiled. She arched her back hotly, her tongue sticking out. The dog poked his nose in her opening, then began licking it rapidly.
She grinned as his tongue lashed on her clit, soaking it with spittle. Her white arms went around the creature's shaggy neck. She then took his already swollen cock between two palms and rubbed it very hard.
Cathy watched, fascinated ... could this really be happening? It was wild, all right. She could see the cuntlips starting to inflame, and the little piece of hardened membrane get up to a sharp point. Oh, yes," sighed the girl, "lick it good, doggie. East honey's pussy."
Her eyeballs seemed lost under their upper lids. The joy the animal was inflicting was almost too much for her. The large sensitive tongue rubbed and rubbed the peak of her clit, until finally she heaved her ass upward in a grind of pure delight. The dog persisted in its tour of pleasure, licking her buttocks and running up her pink slit.
She grew lewder and lewder, the flesh breaking out all over her skin into millions of goose-pimples. Cathy broke out into a sweat, watching. Her own clit was sore and hungry.
Now the girl's cunt throbbed and itched as the dog started licking her asshole. He was getting the full smell of her hot cunt and was almost frantic. He tongued her anus faster and this so excited the teenager that she rolled back and forth, her legs spread wide apart, her breath coming swiftly in wide gasps.
Now the dog sensed her desire and tried to mount her as she parted her thighs for him, and he put his front paws on her shoulders and pushed his erect prick against her open wet lips, looking for her pussy again.
The Priestess smiled as the girl took ahold of the gigantic cock and centered it on her burning pussy. He lunged forward, shoving it up into her twat and making wild movements.
His red tongue hung out of his mouth and he panted. He kept shoving his dick into her. After a short struggle she managed to gel her legs around his hairy back and worked her body up off the table. She was mad with his dick plunging deeper and deeper into her steaming pussy. She felt his cock swell and harden more inside her and then her passion reached its crest as they both shot a long load of rolling lava.
The others cheered obscenely. "Fuck her good, doggie!"
"Suck her, Mutt!"
"Rah-rah for animal fucking!"
"Give it to her!"
Cathy looked around at the gleaming eyes, the lascivious faces and heard her own voice crying out, "Fuck her! Yes, hotter! Faster! Come on!"
What madness had overcome her? What made her join in with the others, in fact take ahold of some stranger's cock in her left hand. Jerking furiously, bringing the cock up to a full stand, watching the vermilion head throb for release she was a slave to the ritual.
All around her women and men were falling into lewd embraces, groups of sucking and fucking the likes she had never witnessed in her wildest dreams. She seemed to have no control over what she did anymore. She was one of them.
She wanted to resist, wanted to be free of all this, but something had sucked her down, down. Now the Priestess was lying on the alter. A strapping young man got on top of her. He had a prick that must have been at least sixteen inches long. After he finished, another man took his place. Than another, and another.
Then she got on her hands and knees. The dog, who obviously belonged to her, came up behind her and she arched her back so that she could get all that was possible of his large penis. "That's it, Spotty," she called, "lick Mommy's cunt."
Her moist, hot cunt received his attack well. The prick slammed against her clit as she moaned with desire. She clenched her buttocks against his prick, holding it deep in her for a few moments each time, until she cried with lust as her vagina shot forth a long stream of come. Then the animal let go with his load and she could feel his hot juice shoot into her womb and overflow, running down over her milky thighs. Her oriental face beamed like a flower.
Then the dog disengaged itself and began licking up the come-drops from her outer labia. Her eyes built with desire. "See? See how he kisses my cunt, everybody?"
"Yes," came the reply in unison.
"Give me the phallus," she said to the other girl, the one who had first had the animal. She obeyed, handing her mistress the long carved phallus from off the alter.
Cathy saw that the woman's mouth was actually watering at what she was about to do. She inserted the thing into the dog's asshole. The pain jolted him and he yelped, but she kept him pinned to her.
As she fucked the animal, his prick went up to another great stand. Then she had the girl get under him so that she could get a taste of his delicious organ. He wasted no time either. In a second he had mounted her.
Now the Priestess plunged the holy cock into the animal's ass faster, making him fuck the young girl's lovely open cunt. It was a nice arrangement for all concerned.
Then the man returned, "Let me add to your pleasure, baby," he said.
"Good idea, Slim," she said.
He buried his head on her lap. She took his head between her palms and raised her lips to his. She pressed her mouth on his, softly at first, then with increasing passion. He could feel the warm juice of her saliva mixing in his mouth. Her tongue was like a snake wrapping around hers and then searching deeper.
He sucked her slivering hot tongue into his mouth and drank down her liquid fire as she wrapped both her arms around his strong neck. The kiss grew hotter as he returned the favor, licking her palate and delving into the dark regions of her cavity. Their bodies began to rub together as he lowered her to the ground. The dog continued with the other girl.
He pulled her tits against his hard chest, got his knees in between her legs, all the while covering her face and neck with hot, wet kisses. They shoved their pubic mounds at one another in provoking circles. He could feel the soft, silken hair of her cunt as she twisted on him with experienced shoves.
"You know a lot, witch," commented the man called Slim.
"More than you'll ever know," was her only comment.
Heavy rock music played in the background. Body passed from body in a Roman orgy of passion. Women and girls jutted forth their bellies, thrust out their open cuntlips to take on one prick after the other.
Colors flashed through the darkness. Cathy couldn't tell who she was fucking or who was getting into her. Her mind blazed with weird sounds and colors. She thought she felt someone biting her ass, then sucking her pussy. Her eyes blurred as she felt the big knob of someone's hard cock busting past her puckered anus.
She cried out, but the cock went in further, harder, shafting her to the hilt. She reached around to grab a pair of hairy balls and toyed with them.
It was Paul. "Hi, there. Remember me?"
"You beast," she said, half-kidding. "I can't stand to see you with all those other women."
"I told you to get used to it. Around here we can have no prejudices. Remember, I like you more than all the other chicks. But I have to have a variety. It's part of my nature."
She didn't understand. Then the drums got very loud. "What's going on now?" she asked.
His face became dark. "I hope it's not what I think it is. Every time the Witches Rites are held they have a sort of sacrifice."
"Sacrifice?"
He smiled. "Not a real one, of course. Just a symbolic one. They choose a girl usually a new member and rape her. Everyone has her. It's very dangerous in a way. So much sex."
Cathy trembled. She was a new member. "And bow do they select the victim?"
He paused. "The last one to join the commune."
"Why, that's me, isn't it?"
He nodded. "We've got to get you out of here. And fast."
But before they could turn away, a group of strong men and women had formed a circle around them. The tallest of them, the High Priestess, held a long rope in her hand. "Come. It is time," she said sinisterly.
Cathy swallowed. "Y--you can't do this to me!"
"Why not? Are you not part of our Commune?"
Before she had a chance to respond, several of them held her lightly.
She was tied up against all struggles. And Paul, she watched through all her terror, was tied to a tree.
"Now," said the woman, "let's get started."
She was placed on the alter. A long line of men, girls and boys formed. The first to mount her was a male of about twenty-eight. He wore a leather jacket, but was otherwise entirely naked. The drum beats rose in intensity.
He fucked her carefully, making his cock move around inside her. Even tied up, Paul couldn't help but feel his own cock rising. The stud was bringing Cathy slowly up to the edge of orgasm and he held her there until the tension in her ripe body built up large reserves of energy, then screwed her harshly. She fell a chain orgasm coming on. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be so bad after all.
She was thrashing wildly, her hands gripping the table. "Please, no! Oh, please, don't "
Her face was pressed flat and her open mouth gave vent to a series of muffled groans that rose until she was screaming with each stroke of his sizzling penis.
Finally his juice spurted deep into her loins. Breathing feverishly, she fell her come burst from a balloon. Now someone was smearing oil all over her body. It smelled like plain olive oil.
"Grease her up good," she heard the voice of the Priestess.
A boy smeared the stuff all over her under the armpits, between her tits. He carefully Hipped her over, smeared her asshole and greased his dick.
Next he slipped the hard thing into the delicious opening, his hands supporting themselves on the sides of the table.
"Hurry up! We want our turn!" came a voice.
"Yeah, whatta ya think? We got all night?"
"Shake it up."
Panicky, Cathy rotated her hips with a moan of soft urgency. "Do my ass quickly!" All she wanted was to get this over with. She writhed and twisted with pleasure. He sunk his cock deeper into her brown anus and grabbed the nape of her neck between his teeth. Then he buggered her hard.
She yelped at the pleasure-pain of it, feeling his stiff cock pumping itself within her slick canal. He pounded and bit, becoming angry.
"Come on, give me your ass, baby!"
"Not so hard," she warned.
When she started to come he kept ploughing mercilessly. Roughly he turned her over, shoved her legs apart with his knees and stuck his prick up to its hilt in her pussy. He began fucking at her madly, his head buried in her enormous tits.
His teeth nipped and chewed gingerly on her soft flesh. She screamed with pure joy as he sadistically jammed her. His mouth was full of her nipple. She came again.
Quickly the boy withdrew. "Next," said someone.
Another man, about twenty-eight, with a short black beard who looked like one of the Smith Brothers got on top of her. He stuck a finger in first, testing the water so to speak. Then he embedded his gorged cock into the wet, sticky opening. Someone got behind him, unable to wait. This person, a short teenager with a fat stomach penetrated his anus. The three of them grooved together hotly. Cathy's cunt clenched and unclenched on the mammoth organ as it pummeled her.
The three of them climaxed wildly. White foam shot in all directions. The watchers enjoyed the scene a lot; their eyeballs glistened with raw lust. Then the Priestess snapped her fingers and two hippies brought her some hand massage vibrators.
"Let's get it going," she said with a wink.
She put them on her hands and approached the fuckers. She placed her palms on the top man's buttocks. Her eyes shone as she flicked on the switch and the things sent wild shivers throughout his cheeks, like live wires being set off in his anus. His cock trembled from the weird vibrations, grew harder. He spliced inwards with renewed energy.
She rubbed her vibrating hands all over his back, his neck, his spine. Then she thrust a shaking finger into his asshole. Cathy felt the tremors too, and felt another orgasm approaching.
"I'm coming now!" she cried.
Now she was being turned sideways, one man in her cunt, the other finding her ass; the Priestess aided the insertions. She toyed with the base of the older man's cock; her face was quite lewd as she took the thick bullet-like knob and sucked it in hard first, licking off Cathy's juice.
While she was getting it in both entrances, Cathy could see Lester kneeling before the fire. He took his long cock between the index finger and thumb of his left hand.
While the others watched, the dilated pupils of their eyes glittered passively in the growing pools of light. Lester took hold of his cock, which was lying limp in his crossed thighs, between two fingers, holding it at the base. The other hand lay on his leg limply.
His head fell forward, eyes slowly focusing on the organ between his still fingers. He started to excite his cock under the Priestess's stare.
"Do it slowly, Lester," she said. "Let the victim (Cathy) see while she is gang-raped."
He ran his fingers lightly over and around his balls, never letting go with the thumb and index finger as the white prick filled with blood, grew like a snake rising out of a box, jerked its head directly toward his face, the veins starting to stand out, the head growing dark, almost purple between his fingers.
The prick grew taller and straighter as his two forefingers began a slow and jogging motion, up and down.
The Priestess's eyes narrowed in concentration, her voice growing more insistent, "Slower, that's it ... stroke it softly, yes ... let her see everything."
It was working. Cathy was hypnotized by the growing cock, forgetting each man as he mounted and exploded in her open sore cunt. All that mattered was the snake, rising, rising.
Lester opened his mouth over his throbbing cock. Its enormity was now staggering, the blue veins on the underside of it were jerking and pulsating under the insistent and slow stroking of the two fingers. His head went forward and he hovered only an inch away from his erect penis, which seemed to pulse with a life all its own.
It jerked between his steady fingers, getting harder and harder until at last the purple head exploded and the pearly white sperm shot up into his mouth. He opened his lips wider, catching the hot bursts of his own come, keeping his eyes wide open against the burning fountain.
The Priestess's voice stopped. The others sat watching the prick's spasms grown smaller ... the organ going limp between Lester's fingers.
"Now lay down," she said to him. "See, Cathy?"
Cathy nodded, subdued. Her tenth man had just left. Her cunt was overflowing with sperm, but she didn't care. She watched the ceremonies taking place.
Lester lay on his stomach, spread-eagle. The Priestess took a small jar and unscrewed the top; a spicy odor filled the air with oriental mush. She dipped her fingers into it and took out a fat dab. She then spread this over Lester's asscheeks and bumhole. She took another dab and greased another man's erect cock, a brute with muscles like Mr. America. He was about thirty, with blond hair.
The brute in turn knelt between Lester's legs. He raised the legs one at a time and rested them on his shoulders. He worked the paste well into Lester's hole, squishing it past the puckered opening with a circular motion and gradually working his middle finger into and up the priest's anus. He withdrew the finger and with a slow movement of the hips slid his prick into the ample buttocks.
He screwed slowly, finally reaching a fury of passion-pounded away like mad. He took a bunch of soft flesh between his teeth in the final moment, exploding his hot sperm into the long cavern.
Nancy entered the scene. "Just watch me, Cathy, and it won't be so bad. Concentrate on how I fuck his ass."
She then strapped on a dildo. It was about eight inches long and had a knob, just like a man's penis. She hooked the black leather straps around her back and adjusted the cloth line that fit under the crotch. The line had a sort of tickler on it that aggravated the user's clitoris.
She got into position between Lester's legs, an innocent grin on her face as she lifted her cock and centered it. She slid the tip of the prick into him, then jerked it out again. She scratched his buttocks, then forced herself sharply inward with a jarring thrust, watching the man's face intently, curious as to his reactions.
Feeling his muscles twitch as she brought on an orgasm, she pushed in harder. His legs clamped around her neck, his ass bucked up against her, hips raised stiff.
"Harder, do it harder!" yelled the High Priestess.
Nancy followed the witch's order, slamming her body into Lester. Then the tickler rubbed her raw, it seemed. She burst forth spasmodically, dripping all over the ground and collapsing on the gaunt man's back.
Cathy, meanwhile was getting about all she could take. "Please, no more. My cunt's on fire! Help, someone, please!"
There seemed to be no way out of this. She was being raped by one man after another.
And there was still a long line of women to go. They all waited impatiently with vibrators, dildos and what not. Of course there were not enough phony cocks to go around they planned to use the same three or four over and over.
"Come on, you guys. We want a chance at the little virgin!" exclaimed one girl after another, in effect.
Cathy shuddered. Now she knew the whole thing had been a mistake. She should never have run away from home. Never. There had to be a way out of this. If only Paul were free. He would help her escape. She wanted no more of the drugs, the wild sex. She wanted to be home, in a warm bath or watching television.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
RAPE ESCAPE
He broke away from the confining ropes and headed for the alter at full speed. Cathy did not at first realize what was happening. She was being torn away in a single jerk from the man who was presently on top of her. It took a few seconds for the others, drugged as they were, to realize she had escaped. She herself could hardly know it. All she knew was that her feet carried her faster than ever, that she was speeding through wood, field, over rocks in a dream-like state. An air of unreality. "Run, damnit, run!" she heard Paul's voice say several times.
She felt as if her heart had jumped out of her skin, that she was running free of her body. She couldn't stop even if she wanted to, it appeared.
Finally, they fell on the grass in a secluded spot off the highway. For several minutes neither of them were able to speak. Finally Cathy turned to Paul "Thanks, darling."
"Think nothing of it," he smiled. "I had to get you out of there. You don't belong? It's all sick, and you know it."
A look of imperceptible light passed over her face. "Maybe so. But society is no better. I'd rather be what I am."
She knew there was no arguing with him. Across the hills the sun was rising up, like a golden coin. "A new day," she sighed.
"You must be tired," he said.
"Yeah. I never guessed one woman could take on so many men one after the other."
"Oh, so now you're a woman?"
She hesitated. "If I've become anything or learned anything than I guess so. I guess I am a woman. Do you think so?"
He answered immediately. "Yes, Cathy, you are a woman all right," she leaned over and kissed him. The grass was wet and cool on their naked bodies.
Paul took a bundle of clothing-he had taken the precaution of grabbing some when they escaped. It wasn't much. A pair of men's jeans for Cathy to slip into, a bathing suit for him, two old shirts. They both laughed.
"It ain't much, but it's something," he said.
"Oh, Paul, I-"
"Don't say it. It doesn't mean anything."
"But to me it does."
"Shhhh, let's get some rest before it's too late."
They slept for an hour or so, then Cathy awakened Paul with a deep kiss. She was feeling all loose and hungry from the night before, only this time coupled with it was an emotion so deep she didn't quite understand it. She really loved him.
At first he was surprised. "There's no time."
"There's always time for love."
He pulled her close to him. He pressed her close against him and she could feel his hard chest on her plump breasts. And he, too, could feel her hardening nipples on him and this made him smile in the morning light. An orange haze covered the valley.
"They're looking for you. Both sides now. Your mother and the commune."
"It doesn't matter what happens, as long as you're with me."
Again they kissed. She gave into the wave of passion that was rolling over her body and opened her mouth for him. He sucked the saliva out of her mouth just as he had done once before, at their first union. She liked his palate and thrust her own red tongue into his wet cavity.
"Oh, dear," she moaned, the blood rushing all over hot body. Feelings she did not understand overcame her and even a thrill of new excitement such as she hadn't felt in days. She strained up against him, lying beneath his strong body.
"Oh, no," she sighed, but it was no use. He cupped her tits in his hands and kneaded them violently, sucking in the nipples.
"You sweet, hot cunt," he muttered, tasting the hard buds; his penis was staining at the leash.
"Yes," she answered him. "I am your cunt. Always."
They rolled on the ground. He looked down at her pussy and the sight of it pleased him beyond measure: the soft slit and curly pubic triangle. It was the first chance he had had a chance to see it like this, bathed in morning light.
Then he kissed her so passionately, touching every part of her soft, ripe shape that she felt almost drunk with love. "This is better than pot," she said.
He curled his fingers through her hairy box. Her mouth fell open in amazement at the size of his cock. She had almost forgotten how well hung he was. She licked her lips, surveying the white hardness of it, the blue pulsating veins with their coarse branches.
"Let me touch you," she said.
"That's what it's there for," he answered.
"I want to play with you."
"Be my guest. Do whatever you want."
She reached for it. Her hands barely made it around the thing and soon she proceeded with less inhibition and was twisting it every which way. It was wonderful to take the time to love, instead of all that rushed, hurried frantic sex.
At the same time he slipped two fingers into her juicy slit and shoved them in and out. Her throat went dry and they greedily observed one another's faces during the mutual fondling.
Paul's prick was now hard to the limit-she ran her fingers along its ivory length. "Squeeze it, honey," he urged.
He shoved his fingers deeper into her cunt and made scissor-like motions there. He could tell she was taking pleasure in his action by the look on her face. It was definitely lewd.
"Harder," he said.
"Like this?"
"Rub it, shake it!"
Her movements became harder, more violent, as he returned the favor. Their bellies jerked forward as they both began to cum.
All of a sudden Paul's come spurted upward in a luscious fountain of hot sperm. Cathy looked on in amazement as her own organ contracted and released loads of female gism.
Paul clutched the teenager to him and said, "Now it's time to give it to you honey. Do you want to feel my nice hot cock in you?"
"That was a rhetorical question.
Please, hurry, I need you so bad. Please fuck me, Paul." She spread her legs for him and he made her lie back on the soft earth. The big prick stood out fiercely, ready for action. He took it in both his hands and guided it to the raw pink opening. Then he made her take it in both her soft palms and draw him inward in a lascivious movement of the hottest sex. He saw her grinning and knew that now they were both ready to really grind their love out. "Shove it all the way up my pussy," she moaned.
Slowly, his cock penetrated her open vagina. The slithering penis blocked up all the wet, awakened folds of her lubricious pussy. "Here," he said quietly, "Take it in you, Take it in you forever."
