Walter Collins

Juicy young piece

CHAPTER ONE

The old pickup truck, with two wild-haired young men squealed to a stop ahead of me, just outside of Victorsville, and I started to run toward it. I was running away from my parents. Me – Ginger Lockes – running away! I felt weird! I really felt more than just weird, I felt scared and silly.

My folks had come from the old country, and I was raised accordingly. Up until a month ago it had been fine. I was loved. I went to confession every week, to mass, to communion. I had very few dates, but then I was too busy with my studies and household duties to really care. Oh, I had friends and was popular enough. In fact, the class at the all-girls high school had voted me the most popular girl in the class last spring. Of course that was all girls. The few boys who dated me never called back for a second date. It might have bothered me if I hadn't been so busy doing other things. But they wanted things from me that I just wasn't willing to give, so they went to girls who would.

Then I started junior college. Suddenly there were boys everywhere. Boys with only one thing on their minds. I still felt it was horrible. Then I started talking to other girls. What I found out blew my mind. It seemed that every girl I knew, the ugliest, the shyest, my old classmates, all could tell me in detail what it felt like to have a boy stroke and squeeze her tits. The majority admitted that they had gone all the way-many even hinted that boys had done other nasty things to them.

I had nothing against sex. After all, people were supposed to fuck so they could have babies. I was like any other girl. My body felt warm and tingly when I soaped my tits and between my legs. But I was brainwashed into thinking that it was wrong and dirty, unless I was married.

In class I was stunned to find how wrong I had been about so many things. Not only did my classmates say that fucking was great, but so did my teachers and counselors. Suddenly the whole world, the world as I had known it, was shattered. It got so bad that nothing seemed sacred, everything had its bad side, and I started to rebel. On the day before I hit the road, I had an unusually shocking time of it at school. In history I was learning about how wicked President Jackson's government had been. In psychology I was learning about insanity and how many great religious figures were insane. In health science I was finding out about fucking. The pressure was growing and growing inside me.

That evening I went on a date. I still had to ask permission because I was living at home. My father had said all right because it was a double date and the three other kids I'd be going with went to our church. We went to a drive-in movie. I was kidded about having to get my parents' approval when I was of legal age. That embarrassed me. When they drove to an X-rated show, instead of the one they'd told me we were going to see, I didn't say anything. I just couldn't make a bigger fool of myself. They parked toward the back of the big lot where we had more privacy. The movie started and I was handed a paper cup filled with wine. At first I refused, but the three of them kidded me and dared me until I gave in and tried it.

One glass led to another. I relaxed. I felt good. I snuggled up in a boy's arms. The picture on the screen showed a man chasing a naked woman around the bedroom. My cunt began to tingle as I watched the movie. My date put his arm around me and pulled me to him. I knew I was going to be kissed, and suddenly I wanted to do it with all my heart. I puckered up and waited. His lips circled mine instead of meeting them. I felt his tongue meeting mine.

My lips were warming. I found myself imagining that I was the girl on the screen who was kissing that way. I let my lips part and his tongue ran over my teeth. He pushed me back and slid his tongue deeper into my mouth. It felt strange and good at the same time. My tummy ached and my tits felt strange. I was frightened but secure in his strong arms. His mouth left mine and he kissed my closed eyes, my cheek and my neck, making my whole face tingle. The ache in my cunt grew and grew.

The boy filled my cup with wine again and stroked my shoulder and arm as I drank it. I snuggled closer to him and watched as the couple on the screen petted and then pretended to make love under the sheet. No one had told me not to drink wine fast. I gulped it down like it was Coke and the boy poured me another cup. I became bolder and raised my face to his for another kiss. This time, when our lips met, I got my tongue in his mouth first. It was wild. I'd never done anything like that before. His tongue began to dance with mine.

My cunt felt hot, wet and sticky. His hand reached for my arm and missed, or so I thought at the time, and fell on my tit. It was like someone pouring gas over me and lighting it-except that it felt good. I found myself trembling. My heart was pounding, I was blushing. I mashed my mouth against his. At the time it was happening, I didn't think about right or wrong. His fingers explored and traced the shape of my tit through my blouse and bra. His palm cupped my trembling tit and the fingers closed gently, squeezing my tittie.

The hand toyed outside my blouse for several minutes before slipping between the buttons. He was smart. He waited until I was almost to the point of ripping my blouse open and thrusting his hand inside before finding the opening and touching the hot flesh between my tits. The fingers traced the lacy edge of the cup on either side for a minute and then pinched the button open and slid clear inside.

My nipples stiffened and rubbed against the soft fabric lining the inside of my bra. I thrilled and burned as his fingers stroked my tits. I was afraid to help because I didn't know what to do, and I was powerless to stop him. His fingers slid up to the top of my bra cup, found the shoulder strap and slid it off. I trembled with desire. A burning need to know how his fingers would feel when they caressed my nipples flooded through me. The minute my strap was down, his fingers slid inside my bra. A trail of electrical sparks followed his roving fingers as they made a beeline for my nipples. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst as he circled the rock-hard tip of my nipple.

The couple in the front seat was far too busy to turn around. I heard my girl friend gasping in the darkness. My date withdrew his hand for a second and broke the kiss. He twisted around and finished unbuttoning my blouse. I closed my eyes and lay there unable to move. His hands followed my bra around to the back. Like magic, it parted. I felt him pulling it up. My nipples scraped the cloth as my tits came free. It felt really great to get out of that tight, confining thing.

My tits were tingling madly. I heard him sigh with delight as he gazed at my tits in the dim light. I felt warm and wanted. I felt desirable. I felt like a woman. He took one of my tits in each hand and squeezed them. His head was lowering and I gasped as I felt his hot tongue flick across the wrinkled brown nipples. I moaned as he sucked my nipple and nibbled gently with his teeth. The heat inside my pussy was boiling. I was squirming in need. He moved quickly from one nipple to the other. Then his tongue was drawing wet circles on the delicate virgin flesh of my tits and they broke out with goose bumps.

Before we had started petting, my skirt hem had remained modestly two inches above my knee. As he worked my tits, I forgot about it. His mouth stayed at my tits, working both titties in hungry desperation. I felt his hands stop squeezing and caressing. I felt them slide over my sides, down my ribs and along the outside of my thighs.

I felt myself being pushed slowly back, until my head was resting on the folded sweater and purse I'd put on the far side when I got in. I felt him following me over, his arms leaving my thighs long enough to ease me gently back, his mouth still sucking and chewing on my nipples. Then his hands were on the outside of my thighs again. Only now they were under my skirt and half slip. I felt him pushing both of them up, along the top of my thighs.

My training told me that I should stop right then, but the wine and the heat he'd already created inside my cunt overpowered me. I lay there knowing my white panties were exposed. I felt wicked. His hands rested for a minute on my knees. His fingers spread and he slid them lightly up the inside of my thighs. It was like someone had lit a fuse on a stick of dynamite. It burned and thrilled all the way, creating an explosion of demanding, hot need between my legs that hurt so bad I couldn't do anything to stop it.

He took his time teasing the inside of my thighs. I felt him pinch the soft flesh just below the leg bands of my tight panties. I felt him run his finger around the bands, tracing them. I felt him slide his fingers further up, bunching my skirt and lacy slip above the top of my bikini panties. He stroked my tummy and teased my navel. I shivered with blind desire as his fingers touched the outside of my panties. I moaned as they pushed against the springy softness of my curly pubic hair. I almost wet myself as his fingers trailed down over the furry cushions between my legs and ran back up the center, passing over my wet pussy. It was so wonderful, so beautiful.

His fingers teased the cleft of my ass, below my cunt, for a minute and then poked under the leg band. I had never felt anything like it. His finger felt cool against my scalding-hot cuntlips. His hands were strong and rough against my satin-smooth, moist cunt-flesh. My cunt-hole was dripping its syrup. He wet his finger in it, making it slick and then slid it up, between the center of my cunt to my clitoris. I writhed and wiggled under him, tearing at his sides and back with my fingernails.

His hands left the crotch of my panties for a second and grabbed the waistband. I was too far gone to dream of protesting. I raised my ass a little so he could work them off my asscheeks. He got them off one ankle and then gave up, leaving them dangling from the other. A finger found the entrance to my cunt and slid inside. I felt it run into my hymen and push until it tore through it. It hurt, and I bled a little on the back seat of the car. We ignored it.

I was so innocent that I didn't even know what his prick would look like. I wanted to reach out and give him the same pleasure he was giving me, but I was afraid. I didn't want to do anything which might spoil it or show him how little I knew. His lips still trapped mine, clinging to me, thrilling my tongue as I tried my best to duel with it. His one hand worked on my tit and the other between my legs. I twisted and thrashed around.

I could hear the panting and wiggling in the front seat. The couple in the front seat rose suddenly and the two of them announced that they were going to the snack bar. "Come on," the boy whispered hoarsely, reaching over and flopping down the passenger seat until it became a bed. He helped me scoot onto it and lay out flat. Then he unzipped his fly and slid along side of me.

"Are you on the pill?" he whispered. "No," I stuttered. Fumbling through his wallet, he found something. I lay back, trusting him, too hot to think of anything other than the demanding itch that throbbed between my legs. Then he rolled on top and pushed my legs apart. I felt something strong and stiff pressing against my pussylips. I felt the boy wetting it with my juices. Then it drove between the flaps, across my little piss-hole and lodged at the entrance to my scalding, virgin pussy.

The strong ring of muscles drew taut as the intruder pushed. I felt my delicate cuntlips sticking to it. The boy drove in, stretching my cunt-hole. The head of his cock passed the first muscles. I bit my lip as he tore the remainder of my cherry away. The pain only lasted a second before turning to pleasure. His cock sank in further and further. When he reached my womb, he worked his legs around, getting them on the outside of mine and pressing them together. I don't know if he was just trying to make sure he didn't hurt me or if he was afraid I'd accidentally raise them too high and people outside the car might see. It sure felt good.

His strong prick rubbed between my hairy cuntlips from top to bottom, rubbing; mashing, thrilling and driving my clitoris wild as he fucked up and down. The head of his cock rubbed and massaged the itching need inside me. My tits flattened, squashed by his powerful chest. I felt his hands squeezing and scratching my ass cheeks, guiding my hips in a thrilling motion. I felt myself being lifted on a cloud of ecstasy. The pleasure, the heat, the delightful tingle increased. The warmth began to spread from my cunt and swell inside until it reached the bursting point.

I clawed at his back, thrilling to the feel of his pants and shirt rubbing against my nearly nude body. My mouth was open as wide as it would go and I savored the feel of his exploring tongue and the faint aroma of sweat and aftershave lotion. My whole body suddenly began to tremble and tingle. Wave after wave of peace and warm satisfaction flooded through me. I was climaxing! I felt his cock speeding up, making my cunt expand and contract as his prick slid in and out.

Then his cock was hammering deep inside. His thighs were gripping me, his lips bruising, and I felt him drive in deeper. The cock inside me began to throb. His breath was coming in short, rasping sobs. Delight and satisfaction flooded me as I let my ring of cunt muscles milk his prick. His shirt was soaked with sweat as he rolled off and cradled my head in his arms for a second before helping me dress. I thrilled at his words of praise and basked in the warmth of his kindness.

Then it was our turn to stay at the snack bar. I found I had trouble walking. It wasn't until then that I realized how hard the wine had hit me and a twinge of guilt set in. I knew I had disobeyed my parents, gone against my own moral code and lost my virginity. But it hadn't hurt that much. It had felt wonderful and I wondered how anything that good could be that bad.

My parents took one look at my condition when I got home, smelled my breath and went into orbit. Mother, her black eyes filling with tears, started to sob. My father flew into a rage and drove his fist into my jaw so hard that I flew across the living room. I had to shake my head several times to clear the sparks and flashes away.

Running out of the house, screaming at the top of his lungs, he grabbed my date before he could get back into the car. There was a terrible scene. All the neighbors woke up and looked out their windows, listening to my father ranting and raving. Everyone heard him screaming that I wasn't a virgin anymore and that the boy had to marry me. Naturally the boy told him to fuck off and drove away laughing.

Father stormed back into the house where he started yelling at me again. I ran to my room and locked the door while mother tried to calm him down. The police showed up after someone called them. Of course there had to be a report. I talked to the cop through the door, refusing to come out. I had never been so humiliated, embarrassed and hurt in my life. In one forty-five-minute spree of anger my father had ruined everything. He had made it impossible for me to return to school, impossible to face any of the neighbors and made my loss of virginity part of a police report as well as almost breaking my jaw. My life at home was at an end and I knew it.

There was nothing I could do but leave. I had no job, no skills, no place to go and only fifteen dollars to my name. I had to leave town. I waited until everything quieted down and my parents finally gave up trying to get me to come out and went to bed. Then, dressed in a pair of heavy jeans and a sweatshirt, I took what little cash I had, stuffed it in my purse, picked up my jacket and crawled out the window. There was no time for planning.

I walked, aimlessly at first, through the streets. Stopping at an all-night restaurant a couple of miles from home, I got a cup of coffee while I decided where to go. It would be best to be as far away from San Bernardino as possible. That way it would be unlikely that anyone would spot me. I knew. I only had enough money on me to last a couple of days. I'd have to get a job of some kind immediately.

By the time I left the restaurant, I decided to hitchhike. There wasn't any sense in buying a bus ticket. If I used my money for that, I wouldn't have any left for a hotel room or food. I decided to head toward Barstow since a city the size of Los Angeles scared me to death. I reached the edge of town and nervously stuck my thumb up.

Everything went well. My first ride was quick in coming. A nice old lady told me all about her three grandchildren, two dogs and six cats, as she drove me up the pass. My second lift was from a rancher who carted me another seven miles. The third came from a truck driver who drove me to Victorsville and bought me a lunch on top of it.

With twelve dollars and seventy-five cents still in my pocket, I climbed down from the giant truck, thanked the driver again and had no sooner put my thumb up than the old pickup skidded to a stop. "Where ya headed?" the driver asked, as I trotted up to the side. " Barstow," I replied. "We're going that way. In fact if you want to stay at the ranch overnight we can take you the rest of the way in tomorrow."

"Sounds great," I said politely and climbed into the passenger side. "You're traveling awful light aren't you?" the other guy asked, noticing my lack of baggage. "Yeah," I said, thinking quick. "I've got an aunt waiting for me with my things. I lost my bus ticket so this was the best way to get there." The two boys looked at each other but didn't say anything.

CHAPTER TWO

The ranch turned out to be run down and taken over as a commune. We reached it about two, and it was either stay or try and go on along the dangerous stretch of road, with no assurance that I'd get a ride during the hottest, part of the day. The young people seemed real nice and I had a ride the next morning for sure, so I decided to stay.

The boys pulled to a stop and with me in tow, they went to look for the guy who acted as leader. The camp was an army of runaways and their dogs. I saw boys and girls who couldn't have been over fourteen and others who looked thirty. All of them were scruffy, busy, road-hardened, but nice. I noticed uncomfortably that none of the girls wore bras and many of their blouses gaped open, showing their tits to whoever was standing near.

I was still fairly clean, having only been on the road a day. My clothes were slightly worn and my dark hair still had luster to it. I thought I would feel out of place. Then I found out that my newness didn't seem to matter a bit to them. They accepted me immediately.

Their leader, a guy about twenty-four, nicknamed Jack Rabbit, gave me permission to stay without any hassle and asked me to help the three girls who would be fixing the food. Supper was delicious. We made a stew, prepared from a variety of fresh vegetables. After dark everyone sat around a big bonfire and sang. A jug of wine was passed around, and it wasn't long before I was happily clapping my hands, pounding my feet and singing with the rest of them. It was hypnotic, the outdoors, the roaring fire, the wine, the rhythm, the new friends, everything was delightful.

Mark and Tony, the two guys who'd brought me in, sat on either side, keeping me company. They were smoking a home-rolled cigarette. I didn't know it was a joint and having never tasted tobacco, I wasn't any wiser when I tried it.

When Mark offered it to me, I was eager to be one of the group, but blushingly admitted I’d never smoked before. He grinned and told me to take a deep puff of the smelly thing and to hold it in my lungs as long as I could. It burned my lungs and throat, but in a few minutes I was high. It was really something else. I was half drunk on wine and all giggly from the pot.

As the evening wore on, I got less and less inhibited right along with the rest of them. Finally Jack Rabbit got tired of singing and motioned two of the girls to the center. A couple of the guys began pounding out a beat on their bongo drums. I was so far gone that it didn’t even disturb me when they got wilder and tore off their clothes to the beat of the music.

Within minutes the two girls were naked. Jack Rabbit nodded toward me, and the two girls grabbed my hands and pulled me, giggling and laughing, into the center of the circle. They were glistening with sweat. Their tits, much smaller than mine, were jiggling and the hairy triangles between their legs stood out lewdly in the flickering shadows.

“Take it off – take it off – take it off!” the circle of people began to chant. Drunkenly I tried to keep time to the music. I wanted to be a part of the group. I would do anything to be accepted.

Trying to imitate the other girls’ movements, I caught the tail of my sweatshirt and pulled it up so my white, full bra glowed in the firelight. Then, with the aid of the other two, I got it over my head.

One of the girls danced behind me and unfastened the catch at the back. I felt the harness slide off my shoulders. I can still remember the look on the boys’ faces when they got a good look at my big, ripe tits. The feeling of power and immediate acceptance was so strong that it almost topped the wine and pot.

I pulled my shoulders back proudly and shook my titties. One of the girls reached around me and from behind, scraping her tits against my back and undoing the buttons of my pants. I stood still for a second and leaned on the other girl so they could get my tennis shoes, panties and jeans off. When they finished, I was as naked as they were.

“Eat her!” one of the boys shouted. I looked at the crowd blankly. I didn’t have the slightest idea what they were talking about.

The younger of the two girls dropped to her knees in front of me without question. The other, still standing behind me, reached around and took my tits in her hands.

I gasped in surprise. It felt wonderful. The girl at my feet wrapped her arms around my ass and began to squeeze and pull my ass cheeks apart as she buried her face in my furry pussy. I moaned and gasped as the girl's tongue ran up and down the center of my curt, sending shivers and chills shooting through my loins. My nipples seemed to turn to rocks and sprang forward for all the world to see. My cuntjuice bubbled and trickled down my legs.

The drums beat a rhythm, and the girls and boys clapped their hands and chanted. My thighs trembled, my stomach knotted, my ass cheeks began to tighten and relax. I felt my knees getting all rubbery and then I was coming. My cunt flooded, and I was filled with orgiastic magic. I floated and soared over the violent crest of passion and landed in the happy river of bliss.

"Your turn-your turn-your turn!" the crowd chanted. The girl behind me gripped my tits and forced me to my knees. The girl who'd just eaten me, her face still wet from her efforts, stood up. I wasn't sure of myself and hesitated. The girl behind me let loose of one tit and pushed my face into the little girl's cunt. I didn't need any coaxing. The thrill she'd just given me was enough. I flicked my tongue out and let it slide over the satiny surface of her cuntlips. They tasted warm and sweaty. The hair tickled my nose and I thrilled as she trembled.

My initiation had started. I was drunk on all these things and by the end of that night I was a changed person. The little girl rubbed her cunt into my face, moaning over and over again, "My cunt's on fire-my cunt's on fire! Oh that feels good! Eat my box!" And I ate her curt. I ate and I ate and I ate. I sucked her cuntlips into my mouth, placing my lips against the bottom of her pussy. I teased her clit. I cleaned the piss taste away from her pee-hole. I tasted a woman's cuntjuice for the first time. She pulled her outer cuntlips up and out, and I nibbled on her clit. I found her pussy with my tongue and cleaned her box.

The thrill of the girl's trembling body and the demanding urgency with which she tore at my hair and pushed her hips against my face turned me on and I was weak with desire long before she started to peak. I thrilled every time her cuntlips squeezed my tongue. I trembled as her knees rubbed against my tits. I rose higher and higher as the group chanted and clapped.

The girl's cunt was wet and sloppy. River after river of cuntjuice dripped and ran down my tongue and into my mouth. I felt a trickle leave my own pussy. Without realizing it, I let go of her ass cheeks and began to stroke myself between the legs.

The second girl, no longer worried that I might be reluctant to do their bidding, stepped behind the other girl and began playing with her tits like she had mine. I heard her squealing in ecstasy and felt her cunt begin to quake around my tongue as her hips and thighs began to vibrate with urgency.

The little girl shook and trembled. Gripping my head from behind, she forced it against her, like she was trying to push my face inside her cunt. My mouth was open wide, my lips circled her crotch from the base of her buttocks to her clit, and my tongue slapped and flicked around wantonly.

The girl climaxed with a violent shudder and released me. I was weak. They helped me to my feet. Mark and Tony stepped out and replaced the girls. They handed me a cup of wine, made me gulp it down, then refilled it a second time before giving me a joint. I took a drag and sucked it inside only to have Tony scold me and tell me I wasn't doing it right. He took me in his arms, took a deep drag off the cigarette, placed his lips over mine and blew the smoke into my mouth, holding the kiss for a good minute as he stroked my quivering ass cheeks.

He took another drag and did it again. I sucked the dry, burning smoke into my lungs and felt myself going higher. He pinched my nose and toyed with the crack of my ass. I almost suffocated before he let me come up for air. We finished the joint that way, puff after puff, wasting none of it.

When we'd smoked it completely out, he made me gulp down another glass of wine. Tossing the cup back to Mark, he stood there fondling me. Giggling drunkenly, I started to unbutton his shirt. When I finally got to his pants, I had to kneel to get them off. I started to get up. But he wouldn't let me. He took my head in his hands and brought me face to face for the first time with a giant cock. It was at least ten inches long and an inch thick. It was a giant thing! It had a big red head and large veins which bulged along the sides. His cock was so taut that it bowed a little at the center like a tightly strung bow.

"Kiss my cock!" he demanded. I giggled drunkenly and let him guide my head forward. The crimson head of his prick seemed to look me right in the eyes. The light from the camp fire made the stream of cockjuice sparkle as it dangled from the glans. I felt the wetness wipe on my chin, and it stayed, dangling lewdly. The hot, stiff head pressed against my soft lips and I shivered, feeling my pussy juice drip from between my legs. Sensing that he didn't want a girlish kiss, I let my tongue flick out and circle the huge cock.

He pushed slowly forward. I felt his cock rub past my lips and press against my teeth. I opened my mouth and his cock slid hotly along my tongue. The staff tasted salty. It was as smooth against my tongue as the little girl's cuntlips had been, but so much more powerful and demanding. It was not only smooth but rugged. I could feel the big veins lining it, like huge knots, bulging from under the silky smooth skin.

The strong, sweet aroma of a man's crotch assailed my nostrils for the first time and mingled with the aroma of sweat. "Suck!" he gasped hoarsely. I sucked in and felt him push his cock to the back of my mouth. "Blow!" he commanded, and I blew, letting my cheeks puff out as he drew the prick back out. Under his guidance I quickly developed a rhythm of, in-suck, out-blow. The taut cock felt wonderful. It was warm and soothing at the same time, strong and brutal in its demanding need.

I got hotter and hotter, thinking in my dazed condition that he would lay me on the ground and fuck me at any second. But he didn't. Instead he pushed his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth, stretching my jaws wider and wider. I reached up timidly and touched the base of his prick. It felt like a hot iron pipe. I ran my fingers over the wrinkled, little sack at the bottom and felt the balls inside as they slipped and slid around under my touch.

His hands held my head in position and I kept my balance by clinging to his prick. My other hand found my wet, hairy vee and slid into the center of my cunt. A shiver went through my crotch as I found my clitoris and began to rub it. The heat in my loins was unbelievable. The inside of my thighs were wet and slippery from the loads of cuntjuice which had dribbled from my pussy. I let my middle finger slide down to the opening of my cunt and draw the slick oil back up to my clitoris.

The cock in my mouth was getting more and more brutal. He pushed it in harder. I felt his prick jab past the back of my mouth and gain ground in my throat. I almost gagged. But it was what the boy wanted. He wanted his prick back there. In my drunken effort to please him, I wasn't going to be a sissy. I was going to prove to all those watching that I could take it. I made up my mind that it was all right, that I wouldn't gag and I didn't.

In a few minutes I found that by tilting my head like a sword swallower I could suck in all of his prick. The thrill of the hot, demanding cock in my throat was heady. The shaft lay on my tongue and spread my jaws as far as they would go. The hair rubbed hotly against my nose. The strong smell of sex and my own hand on my cunt drove me higher and higher. Spit ran from the corners of my mouth and dripped onto my tits. The hair on his strong thighs rubbed against my nipples, exciting them and making them hotter and stiff.

Mark undressed and knelt behind me. I felt his hands grab my hot tits and massage them as his cock left wet snail tracks all over my ass. Tony's big cock was roaring in and out of my mouth now. The rim caught on my teeth as he pulled out and his hairy groin, above his cock, hit my nose so hard it almost bloodied it when he drove home. His hands started making my head move from side to side and I could feel the pulsing prick rub against my cheeks as it drove past my teeth and headed for the back of my mouth.

Mark rolled my tits in circles, squeezing them so hard it hurt. Then he flattened them into puffy pancakes. One second he'd pull them out, stretching them almost to the point where they'd tear. The next, he'd hold them lightly and make them shake and dance like jelly. He tweaked my nipples. He twisted them lightly and pulled on them. He poked them back until they disappeared into the soft flesh and made them hurt. It was a good hurt.

The crowd watched the show and egged us on, clapping, beating on the bongo drums and chanting. The whole scene was like a dream. The scent of sex, the voices, the wine, the pot, the music, the thrill of the forbidden, all drove me on.

I felt Tony's cock expand and swell in my mouth. It began to throb and buck. A stream of strange, yeasty-tasting slime slid into my throat. He withdrew a little and some shot onto my tongue, mixing with my saliva and becoming foam. Another squirt from the powerful prick coated my teeth and spread across the roof of my mouth. It made me choke before I thought to swallow and I jerked away. His cock came out of my mouth and gushed two huge gobs across my nose before he managed to get it back in. I swallowed, feeling my girlish throat bob like crazy in an effort to fill my tummy with the mixture of spit and semen.

He thrust his giant prick to the back of my mouth, deep into my throat, and finished emptying it. The strange stuff tasted good as I got used to it and found I wanted more. His cock stopped bucking and started to shrink, but I refused to let go. I sucked so hard my cheeks caved in as I tried to empty his balls. My tongue flicked over the head of his prick, cleaning and caressing every last drop of it away before letting it finally drop from my mouth.

I was too drunk to notice or care that my face was covered with his manly load. "Here, drink this!" Tony chuckled as he held a cup to my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted the sweet grape taste of the wine as it washed the rest of the semen into my stomach and dribbled onto my chin.

Mark was still behind me. My cunt was on fire and my sweaty body glowed in the orange fire light. "Her cunt is mine!" I heard Jack Rabbit say. I didn't have any idea what that was supposed to mean and I didn't care. I was too hot to worry about it at that moment. All I could think of was the heady taste of wine and semen and the demanding cock rubbing against my round ass.

Mark's hands held my tits and started to pull me to my feet as he rose. I got up quickly to keep from having my tits pulled off. Jack Rabbit came out of the crowd. One of the girls stepped up and rubbed something all over Mark's prick, making it really greasy. Mark got some on his fingers and goosed me with it, making me jump.

"Bend over," he chuckled. Having no idea what he planned to do, but remembering that my cunt would be exposed to him, I quickly did as I was told. I felt his strong hands pull my ass cheeks apart and the hot, slick end of his cock was at the tight opening to my rectum. I gasped with surprise. Before I could protest, he drove home!

My asshole was on fire. I squealed in pain and jerked up, right into Jack Rabbit, who crowded in close to me, still dressed, but with his huge prick sticking straight out of his pants. The pain died away slowly, leaving a burning sensation, like having to shit so bad that it felt good. His prick was inside me all the way and I was standing on my tiptoes.

Jack Rabbit pressed against me, making my nipples scrape against the flap on his overalls. I felt his hard, giant cock slide down from my belly button, through my pubic forest, along the split, over my clitoris, between my lips and into the entrance of my cunt.

His mouth crushed against mine and his beard tickled my cheek. Mark reached around and squeezed my tits. I felt his cock draw back, until it almost fell out. Then, as the man in front was pulling out, he drove inside. I could feel them rubbing against the same muscle from both sides and I went frantic with lust.

They made a terrific team. Their timing was perfect. I always had one cock going in and one cock coming out. The feeling was so powerful I thought I'd blow my mind. They started fucking harder and harder, keeping the same pace, and I found I was being lifted clear off my feet and left hanging; pinioned for a second, on one cock or the other.

I opened my eyes for a second. The rest of the audience had grown quieter and I saw that they were starting to have an orgy. I was aware of what I was doing, but it felt as if I were watching it on a movie screen someplace. My cuntlips were drawn inside me as the front prick went in, and I felt my hot little clitoris rubbing the rugged shaft. I whimpered in pleasure as the itch inside me grew and grew with each deep massaging stroke. I moaned in need as the big cock in my ass continued to keep my asshole stretched. Each of them had funny little twists they made going in, making their cocks swirl up and down and from side to side. Each stroke was more thrilling than the last, if that was possible.

I could feel the rugged pricks pushing my holes apart. I could feel my sweaty body being groped and handled by strong arms. The thrill of Jack Rabbit's hands, as they dug into my ass and pulled at my cheeks, and of Mark's, as they squeezed and massaged my tits, made me ache deeper and deeper. Jack Rabbit's tongue danced with mine. His lips and teeth were so close and tightly pressed to mine.

I could feel Mark breathing in my ear and gnawing on my neck. I just knew I was going to lose my mind. My thighs were spread wide so the boys could fit between my legs. My arms were wrapped around the leader's neck and my fingers toyed and teased his long hair as I helped keep my weight from being totally supported by their pumping cocks.

I was so drunk on sex, that I started to giggle and felt even more wicked. I felt the rise toward a climax like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The tingling started deep inside, near the spot where the cocks touched at the end of each stroke. It grew and expanded. I could feel my tits becoming hot. The fiery, sexual tingles made my flesh turn bumpy as it flooded into my arms and hands, reaching my fingertips. My legs got weak and wobbly as the tingles shot downward like molten lava flowing clear to my toes. I trembled, my ass twitching and tightening. My head felt light and the blood was pounding and racing from the two mouths working on it.

My cunt, as the girls called it, was a furnace full of boiling cuntjuice and burning pricks. Each stroke of their cocks wound me even tighter. The tingling stopped as it seemed to flow out of the muscles and across the flesh. Hot fire replaced the tingling in my veins and made my body seem to turn to fluid. I could feel the urgency increasing in the two men as it continued to climb in me. Their thrusts became quicker, longer and harder. Somehow they managed to keep their timing and I rose easily and smoothly, higher and higher.

Their cocks started to throb and spew their jism into me and I exploded. Nothing existed except the melting, fluid pleasure inside me. I felt the bright, colorful lights instead of seeing them. I felt music instead of hearing it. I was released from the pleasure-pain of arousal and floated up and down, twisting and turning for several minutes before coming back to earth.

The boys unplugged themselves and Jack Rabbit giggled. "Give her to the rest," he said and walked away. I felt the semen running from both my holes and flowing in a heavy river, down the insides of my legs. Mark helped me, half carrying, half shoving me toward the others. My knees gave out and I collapsed on the blanket.

Suddenly boys and girls from all over were diving for me. I was crushed beneath what seemed to be a hundred bodies. There were hands everywhere. Hands on my tits, hands on my shoulders, hands poking my tummy and fingers probing my navel. There were hands pulling my slippery legs apart. There was a pair of legs wrapped around my face and I was almost suffocated by the draining pussy that pressed over my lips.

Something slid up my ass and something else pushed into my cunt. At first I didn't realize they were cocks. Then it dawned on me that they had to be because they were too big to be anything else. I found a tit and my other hand a big, hard cock. Sweat dripped on me as did cum, spit and love juice. The air reeked with wine, pot, sweat, sperm, sex and crotches. I felt crushed and strangely free at the same time. I could hear the rasping of breaths, the mewing, gasping, grunting, whimpering and nervous giggles over the roar and crackle of the fire. The bodies sparkled and glistened strangely in the flickering orange light.

The whole thing was strange. I rose toward a climax of a different kind. A feeling of electrical sex that crackled and popped as it shot through us, making a boy shoot off here and a girl explode there, but always building the whole group higher, toward one massive climax. The cock in my rectum got hot, expanded, jabbed forward as hard as it could and then filled my intestines with its white slime and pulled out. Another cock found its way and swam inside the now-stretched and loose passage.

The cock in front made slow, almost hesitant, jabs back and forth. Because of the group sex all around us, the slow, jerky thrusts in and out against my clitoris excited and heated me. That made it even wilder. I could sense that I was a part of the group orgasm that was building. I began to tighten my ass cheeks and I heard a delighted squeal as it crushed the cock in my ass.

The bushy cunt rubbing my face began to shiver and vibrate. I let go of the tit I had been massaging and worked my hand up, under my chin and poked a finger into a very wet and trembly pussy. The girl's clitoris shot out, like a hard worm, and I flicked it wildly with my tongue tip. I eased another finger inside and began to twist them.

The legs tightened and knotted around my ears until I thought my skull was going to be crushed. The inner, strong, slick muscles of the girl's cunt grabbed my fingers and milked them as she hammered her hairy crotch against my face. The legs held tight as the girl strained and drained herself of emotion as her climax ended. Then she was off me and from somewhere in the mountain of flesh a cock drove between my lips.

I felt the prick in my pussy pushing deeper. It pushed back and forth, trying to find the mouth of my womb. Then I was coming. I was rising up and up to my peak. Higher and higher I climbed. I floated, gasping with delight. It wasn't as powerful as the one I'd had in the show earlier, but it was good.

The boy came inside my cunt and I was amazed to feel the soft, gentle lips and tongue of a girl replacing him at my pussy. I stayed in the stack for a good four hours. There was no way I could possibly have gotten out. They kept me at the bottom. During that time I ate at least four pussies, sucked that many cocks and lost count of the number of times my two other holes were used.

It was almost three in the morning when the group tension reached the peak and sent us into a mind-boggling fit of blissful release. Jack Rabbit broke the stack up, separating us, letting us finish whatever we were doing at the moment, before we staggered off to take a shower in the makeshift stall they had set up. When I got out of it and dried, I found Jack Rabbit waiting for me. I was to share his bedroll for the night.

CHAPTER THREE

I was dead tired when I fell asleep. In fact, I'm sure Jack Rabbit was a little put out with me because I fell asleep with his cock inside my cunt. Maybe that's why I had the weird dreams I had-I don't know. It seemed like late morning when I woke. But I was to find out quickly enough that it was just six. I woke slowly. In my wine-fogged slumber I felt my thighs being pried apart. Then I felt the stiff staff of a cock push against my cunt entrance and slide warmly home. I was too sleepy to think about it. My eyes fluttered open slowly and the man brought his lips to mine. I felt his tongue flick inside my mouth and tasted him. My mind began to function as his warm, hard hands found my tits and began massaging.

We enjoyed a leisurely fuck in the bedroll without the aid of drugs or wine. Instead of being appalled by the whole thing, I was delighted. The bedroll was warm and nice. The strength of the prick between my legs was dominating and magical. He was fucking me from such an angle that his prick slid the full length of my cunt, mashing and rubbing my clit and pulling against my cuntlips as it rode back and forth. One of his hands left my tits and stroked my side lightly before sliding around and cupping my asscheek.

"Umm-lovely," I breathed as we broke from our kiss. "You're a fine piece of ass," the man chuckled. "A little inexperienced, but fine." Three or four days ago I'd have slapped his face but not any more. The term "piece of ass" still bothered me, but it didn't hurt my feelings like it would have before.

He slid his cock forward until it was in as far as it would go before rolling me onto my back. Unzipping the bedroll he pushed the top flap back and told me to raise my legs as high as they would go. A couple of the girls came in at that moment to see if I was going to help with breakfast. I turned a blushing red but the leader told them to stick around and watch.

I was embarrassed. It was one thing to fuck when I was filled with wine and pot and another to fuck in broad daylight. I found it hard to concentrate as he drove the long cock into me. I found that he'd never really filled me with all of his prick before.I gasped as he drove the head of that mighty prick against my cervix and shoved it back until I thought my womb would collapse.

He pulled out. My cuntlips closed again. Then he drove against my cervix again. I moaned with a mixture of pain and heat. His fuck rhythm was strong, hard and good. He started out with one stroke every two or three seconds, making me hang with suspense, waiting for the next one. Then slowly but surely he sped up until he was going at a rate of three or four strong, fluid strokes a second.

My clit emerged from its cowl to rub against the rugged, strong prick. It was on fire. My cunt was burning with the heat of friction. My cunt oil oozed and dripped from the walls of my pussy. His lips found mine again. I whimpered in passion and forgot that I had an audience. He rested on his elbows and brought his hands up to trap my legs against my sides and massaged my tits.

My body was on fire again. It was wild. I was building toward a climax in front of other people, cold sober and without any foreplay. I tightened my tummy and made an effort to meet him stroke for stroke. I could feel his pubic hair as it meshed with mine. I could feel his balls bouncing against my ass and the excess cunt oil as it spattered the underside of my ass. His fingers pinched my nipples, making my tits flood with a painful pleasure. My cunt began to expand and contract in an effort to milk him dry. It didn't work. Either he had a lot of will power, or he was still tired from the night before, but he was still fucking me toward a peak of my own and wouldn't let anything stop him.

The fires in my belly began to spread. I let my tongue push his out of the way and sought the innermost reaches of his mouth. He tasted like stale wine and pot, but I didn't mind. I was enjoying his firm, tight lips, his strong teeth and tongue. The feel of his heavy beard against my soft cheeks was pleasant too. My mind still reached out for the old way of life, the old values I had lived by for so long. But one thing kept getting in my way. How could anything that felt this good be considered bad?

I pushed it out of my mind temporarily as the heat in my body became unbearable and drove me over the crest and into the heaven of a wonderful orgasm. Jack Rabbit sensed that I was coming and fucked on for a minute longer until he reached his own. He drove in with one last, desperate jab, almost tearing my cunt out and filling my happy pussy with his manly fluid.

When he rolled off, the girls helped me up. They had nothing for me to put between my legs to keep the cum from running. I had no choice but to get my clothes, letting the cum drain down my leg as we tried to find my things. To my amazement no one paid much attention to me. It took a few minutes but I finally found all but my bra. I wiped my pussy clean with some grass and dressed.

The girls I helped with the breakfast were so pleasant and nice that I felt right at home. They kept me busy too. I didn't have time to think about the night before. There were over twenty kids to feed and only the simplest of wood stoves to cook everything on.

After lunch, we collected all the dishes, washed, dried and put them up. Jack Rabbit sent Mark with word that he wanted to talk. "Well," he grinned as I walked into the shack he used as his headquarters. "What do you think of our little family?" "I like it," I admitted. "You're free to leave if you want. All you have to do is tell Mark and he'll drive you into Barstow. Or you can stay and become a member." He stopped and eyed me closely.

He went on to tell me that if I left I'd have to go to either Las Vegas or Los Angeles to find work. There just wasn't any at all in the desert. He also told me that the towns in the desert didn't like hippies. "If you stay with us then we'll initiate you today and you'll be a full-fledged member of our clan." The word initiation scared me, but jail and no work scared me even worse. I agreed to stay and the leader called the clan together in front of the shack.

"Ginger's gonna join up. Ya know what that means," he started. "Ginger, the idea behind this is to make you a total part of the group. Ya can't have secrets, privacy, false modesty and all that kinda shit and be a good member. Ya also have to be able to follow orders like a soldier-without asking a bunch of fucking stupid questions."

I nodded shakily, starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing. "To start with, we'll make it a little easier on you," he smiled. Nodding to Mark, he took a gallon jug of wine and poured me a big glass. "Drink it down," he said, handing it to me. I held the glass to my lips and gulped it as the group watched. It tasted good and heated my stomach.

Four of the members came up with joints. The leader put a plastic mop bucket over my head while the boys lit up. The boys took drags on the cigarettes and blew the smoke under the bucket. In two minutes, I was panting and gasping like crazy. The smoke was so thick in the bucket that it was all I could do to keep from holding my breath or ripping the thing off my head.

When they took the bucket away, I was almost out of my mind. My lungs filled with cool air, my stomach was upset, and my head was reeling. The boys propped me up for a couple of minutes until my stomach settled a little and the full impact of the stuff hit me.

When I had regained my composure, I was told to undress. The world was all rosy and wonderful. I was high, drunk and giggly. My hands wouldn't exactly obey me and I fumbled at my sweatshirt as I lurched and staggered around. The pants were even harder. It took several tries as I swayed and teetered in an effort to find my buttons. Then, when I'd pulled my jeans and panties to my knees, I lost my balance.

The crowd roared with laughter as I fell backwards and landed on my ass. I groped and clawed at my clothes, struggling to get them off my legs and. giggling insanely at the fool I was making of myself. Three girls got up and left right in the middle of my act. I didn't care. What I didn't know was that they were in the process of rounding up all the male dogs on the ranch and putting them in a chicken coop.

When I got my pants down, Jack Rabbit yelled for a grope session. I was hauled to my feet and tossed into the midst of the family. Hands pawed all over me. I felt my nipples being pinched. Someone was fingering my cunt and a digit worked up my ass. There were hands on my face, hands on my legs, belly, ass, arms, neck, tits and hips. It all felt wonderful. I liked being wanted. I hadn't felt this wanted at home in years. In about fifteen minutes I was dragged to the chicken coop.

My eyes refused to focus and I stared into the pen. I wasn't sure that I was seeing right. In my drugged state I would have sworn the last of the three girls I'd seen earlier was masturbating the different dogs. It turned out that I was right. The dogs were nervous and howling, apparently trained for what they were about to do and eager to get on with it.

My legs were pulled apart and a piece of pipe was hooked between my knees so my legs were held wide. One of the girls wiped some gravy between my legs and over my tits, someone else opened the door and as soon as the other girl had stepped out, I was pushed inside. I flew forward and fell on my knees amidst the howling animals. I squealed as I was goosed by a cold nose. I began babbling like an idiot as the first of several wet, strong tongues slapped my gravy-covered cunt.

My ass weaved drunkenly as the tongue caressed my asshole. Wave after wave of scalding heat spilled into my body as tongues slid across my clitoris, across my outer and inner cuntlips, flicked my asshole and probed the drooling entrance of my pussy. I felt a sharp pain on either side of my ribs and sensed the trickle of blood that followed. A heavy weight crashed onto my back. Realization sank in at the same time as the canine cock, and with just about the same force.

The huge slab of meat drove past my cuntlips with all its might. I let out a loud squeal and scooted forward, trying to free myself from the dog's fearful grasp. It was no good. I bowled four of the big beasts over before finding it impossible to move. The effort had been in vain anyway. The dog gripped my bleeding sides with its forepaws and hopped along behind, fucking frantically as he went.

The pain and surprise melted into raw animal passion. I certainly wasn't experienced when it came to sex, but I knew no man could ever match the brute on my back. "My God!" I babbled lustily. "Oh! Oooh! God-what a feeling!" The dog drove his cock in and out with blinding speed. I felt his fur and heard his panting. I squealed over and over, mouthing jibberish. The ring at the bottom of his cock hammered the walls of my cunt with bruising force. His fur and scalding cock scraped and tore at my clit. My cuntlips were jerked and yanked in and out until I thought for sure they'd be torn or worn completely out.

My arms buckled and I fell face first onto one of the dogs I'd knocked over. I was wedged into a position where I couldn't move my head. My eyes focused for a second and I found I was staring at the ugly red tip of a dog cock. I didn't have a chance to move before it poked between my lips. It was ultra-slick and hot. The dog didn't know he wasn't in the right hole. All he knew was that the hole he was fucking was soft, wet and opening.

My mouth was relaxed. The pot, wine and dog combined to make it easy for me to open my mouth and allow the dog cock to get past my teeth. The strong prick leaped forward and back, straining my jaw, rubbing his balls and cock housing against my chin and bruising my lips with the wild force of his attack. The one in the rear didn't let up either. His prick pistoned in and out, stretching, tearing, probing and heating me. My body exploded in one climax and started burning and trembling on its way to another without pausing for a rest.

I felt the dog quiver and fuck into me with so much force he almost put my ass between my shoulders. Then his dog cock flooded my insides and began to slurp and slosh as he pumped his entire load into me. The one underneath was flailing and wiggling with the exciting discovery that the hole he'd gotten into had a tongue that flicked around, over his dog shaft.

Another dog leaped onto my back and a new canine prick drove home. I must have jerked something at the last minute because he missed my pussy and drove through my asshole. I jerked my head up with such force that I lifted two grown German shepherds off their feet. I roared in pain.

I lowered my head and started trying to finish what I'd started under me. I noticed the dog's hard-on pulsing and his tail wagged weakly as I drew the prick into my mouth. I could feel the dog's tight balls vibrating against my chin and his hairy belly tickled my nose as I swirled my tongue around the end. He drove in roughly, almost dislocating my tongue. His paws tore at the air and his whole body tightened and bounced as he tried to fuck me from an upside-down position.

It was hard to keep my mind on the dog cock in my mouth with one thrilling in and out of my asshole like it was. But the one in my mouth was thrilling in its own way. I opened my mouth wide so it could go as deep as it wanted. To my surprise the dog started hammering the back of my mouth. The hot, slippery dog cock slithered back and forth, caressing and exciting my tongue and cheeks. I felt the sexual tension flowing to my middle from both ends of my body. The dogs who were barking in excitement while waiting their turns weren't idle. They licked me wherever their noses could find room. Their noses burned my flesh with their wet excitement.

I gulped excitedly and began to swallow as quickly as I could when the dog cock in my mouth started spraying my mouth and throat with its load. It was different and served, in my drunken condition, to arouse me even more. The cum backed up and ran out of my mouth along with the frothy foam of my spit. I swallowed and swallowed but found that I wasn't able to get more than half of it down because it filled me too quickly.

Rising up a little, I let the cum run down, drip off my chin and coat my tits as I fought for air. I watched as the dog shot the last stream of his pale stuff onto his own belly. I frantically struggled over and got up. Two of the dogs began to lavish my tits with licks. My nipples, already aroused, leaped to attention as the tongues slapped my dangling, swaying tit-tips. The dog pumping my ass finished and came out with a loud pop, making me fart and spray the retreating animal with his own semen.

Wildly drunk on sex, I managed to roll over and grab the pipe between my knees. Pulling up, I grabbed my knees and exposed my battered and draining holes to the pack. Another big dog got down on his knees like a trick dog in a circus and managed to shove the other licking mutts out of the way and make contact. His big snout lay between my tits as his incredibly big cock jabbed around, trying to find my hole.

I wiggled my hips a little and he struck pay dirt. I squealed as he ripped hotly into my stretched, swampy pussy. The smell of dog sex, my own sweat and heat was overpowering. A dog was standing over my face. I studied the big cock flicking in and out of its sheath. Reaching up, I rubbed the sheath until the cock came completely out so I could play with it.

I could hear the people outside. It seemed like they were miles away, laughing and egging me on. My fingers ringed the meat in my hand. The snout of the dog fucking me rubbed back and forth across my tits, exciting them more and more. The dog cock roaring up my twat filled me and carried me higher and higher. Each pull of the giant prick between my legs pulled another gob or stream of cum from my used hole. The cum in my rectum that hadn't been farted away drained, and ran in a river along the cleft of my ass, dripping onto the dirt.

I found myself in an oven of animal pleasure. The pet I was giving the hand job to came, spurting his yellowish stuff into my hair, face, and all over my hand and arm. My twat was on fire. It felt like someone had soaked the end of a telephone pole in gas and lit it before jamming it inside my pussy. The wine had made me so I didn't care. I was in a strange dream world and the dog orgy kept lifting me toward the best climax I had ever had. As my head rolled from side to side crazily, and I beat my fists on the ground in mindless ecstasy, I rose higher and higher.

My legs flew out and I arched my back, raising the dog to his feet and keeping my ass well off the ground. I felt the dog begin to come and then everything exploded into the best fireworks display I'd ever seen. Screaming, frothing at the mouth, beating my fists into the ground and trembling from head to toe, I rode each wave of the ultimate orgasm out before sinking back to the ground and fainting.

CHAPTER FOUR

When I woke up, I was the newest member of Jack Rabbit's family. It took almost an hour to get all the dog jism washed away. I still felt real loose and found the effects of the pot and wine hadn't completely worn off. Tony and Mark were with me and the three of us had a riotous time in the showers. The two of them teased and washed me with their slippery and soapy hands.

When I got out, Mark told me I wasn't to wear anything for the rest of the week. That wasn't going to be too bad. I'd gone nude earlier and no one had paid any attention. Besides I'd done such weird things in front of them that being naked couldn't matter.

"You're going to be staying with me," Mark said, as we stepped into the bright day. "That's great!" I giggled happily. I liked Mark and felt that he liked me. We spent the rest of the day doing chores, talking and napping. I quickly learned to stay out of Jack Rabbit's way. Every time he spotted me, he yelled "Grope!" and a swarm of hands would feel and explore my body.

I helped with supper, becoming friends with all the girls, especially Trinket. Little Trinket was so nice. She was only fourteen. She'd been with the commune for six months. The poor girl had run away when her father came home drunk, beat the shit out of her, and raped her. She was only five feet tall and the smallest girl there. When she found out what my father had done, we became fast friends.

That night, at the camp fire, we sang and had a great time. The only humiliating part was when they made me get up in front and play with myself. Mark was sharing my blanket and was busy playing with my tits when I was ordered up in front. I didn't have to ask Mark before reaching for the wine bottle. I tossed off a couple of glasses real fast and left Mark's side.

The orange, dancing light hid my blush as I rubbed my tits and nervously slid my hands between my legs. My knees were shaking and my hands trembled as I pulled my fur forest apart to expose my cunt. My pussy was already wet and sticky from playing around with Mark. I slid the middle finger of my right hand slowly down my split, over the crest of the rubbery little flaps to the entrance of my hole. Going through an emotional hell, I wet the tip of the finger in my juice and drew it back to my clit.

At first I was so nervous that my pussy felt dead. I rolled my finger over my clit unhappily and stared at the people seated in front of me. I felt like dying and wondered if I could learn to like this kind of life. Then I noticed the glassy-eyed stare on the faces.

Trinket had a grin of approval and seemed to be saying: You can do it-I did! Realizing that all the girls went through this, and knowing that I affected the boys, gave me the courage I needed. My pussy didn't flood all at once. Instead it warmed slowly, starting to drip only when it got hot enough. My fingers rolled the top of my clit. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. Then I rubbed the length of my clit through the fleshy hood. Leaving it for a few minutes, I tugged on my cuntlips and rubbed them between my fingers. I slid a finger inside my cunt and ran it up and down.

The digit turned me on. I slid another finger in and pushed back and forth as I rubbed my clit with the other hand. My thighs began to tremble and I made little pumping motions with my pelvis. I giggled when I saw two of the younger boys actually start to drool. I found that it wasn't so bad after all. I bent a little and made my titties jiggle, egging the audience on.

I'd never been much of a one for playing with myself. In fact it had been several years since I'd done it at all. The few times had been early in my teens. I'd been given such a nasty scolding by the priest, when I went to confession, that I'd stopped. It hadn't been anything that great and I'd learned, in the last few days, how minor it really was compared to the real thing.

The heat in my cunt grew, bubbling and seething inside me. I felt my cunt walls grab my fingers hard a couple of times. A wave of release swept over me, and it was over. I withdrew my fingers and sat down to the applause of the others.

We all headed for our shacks. Mark unrolled his sleeping bag and stripped so we could slide in together. "Oh! Your hands are cold!" I giggled as he put them on my ass and pulled me against him. He chuckled and rubbed his strong, hairy body against mine. I wrapped my arm around him and teased the hair on his balls lightly. His rod hadn't been stiff when we got into the bedroll, but it was starting to get that way in a hurry. I felt the meaty prick start to swell as it lay, tightly sandwiched against my beaver.

I squirmed up an inch or two and opened my legs, allowing his erection to fall between my thighs. Then I closed them, trapping him there. He reached out and tilted my chin so he could kiss me. Our lips crashed together. His hands began to roam over my body, exploring my ass, my hips, my back and shoulders. I released his cock and rolled awkwardly onto my back so he could caress my other treasures.

Without breaking our kiss, his hands continued stroking. They followed my shoulder right around and slid smoothly onto my tits. The flesh quivered and instantly turned to goose bumps. My nipples leaped forward and stiffened before he touched them. His other hand slid lightly across my flat, narrow tummy. He teased and drew circles around my belly button for a few seconds and then dipped lower and lower. He brushed the curly hairs of my pubic triangle. Cold shivers tingled through me and I felt my cunt getting wet.

Our mouths remained sealed together. I slid my hand over and found his hot cock. It trembled to my touch and I felt even happier. The fingers on my tit found my nipples and tweaked them playfully, making them harder and harder. His other fingers were on the center of my cunt. He explored my inner cuntlips. I wiggled happily and let my thumb lightly stroke the head of his wonderful staff.

Working my other arm free, I got my hand on his balls. I'd felt boys' testicles rubbing my chin and bottom, and I was curious about them. This was my chance to really get to know them. The little sack of leather was all crinkly and felt like my cunt petals. It was exciting to tease his balls and find out how fast they could squirt.

The warmth that gripped my nipples seeped into the rest of my glands, up my tits. It wasn't long before my big tits were tingling. The heat in my crotch was different. It was hotter and far more demanding. The boy's fingers tired of messing with my cuntlips and made their way to my love-well. I tried to keep from squirming and found I couldn't. His fingers stretched my tight cunt-hole.

He allowed his fingers to dip inside my pussy pouch. Once inside, he pushed and rubbed the soft walls of my cunt. I trembled and soaked his fingers with cuntjuice. His fingers went deeper and I could feel the heat waves and steam rising from my hole. The sleeping bag smelled of cum and sweat, and I knew I wasn't the first girl to share it with him. It didn't make any difference. I was with him at that moment and that was what counted.

His cock was as hot as my pussy. I thrilled as it throbbed in my hand and dribbled its clear oil into my palm. I found myself yearning to take it in my mouth. Me, Ginger Lockes, who a week ago would have died if she'd seen a naked boy now wanted a man's prick between her lips.

I held out for a couple minutes longer before finding that I had to kiss it. I had to suck on it. I had to taste his salty hardness. I knew that if I started sucking on his cock he'd have to eat my box. That made it even more exciting. "Let's kiss each other between the legs," I whispered, as we broke from our long kiss. "Sure," Mark chuckled. "We call it doing a sixty-nine."

I blushed and happily wiggled around until my legs stuck out of the bag and my head was buried inside it. The strong scent of his need was almost overpowering. His crotch was hot. It felt like he had a fever as he pushed his stiff erection toward my face. My lips circled the drooling cockhead. I was as anxious to get it in my mouth as he was to have it there. I let my tongue shoot forward and wash the slippery stuff away. The tip of my tongue found his piss-hole. It pressed into the tiny opening to taste as much of the syrup as it could.

My whole body trembled as his lips closed around my cunt. I writhed to the delicious touch of his strong tongue. Then his fingers worked between the crack at the bottom of my ass. I felt his fingers explore every part of my shit-hole. I wiggled to the burning pleasure as it burned inside my dark passage. I nibbled on the pulsing head of the prick for a second. Then I swirled my tongue around and around as I tugged gently on his balls. Having some idea of what he liked, I opened my mouth. Pushing my head closer and closer and closer to him, I took more of the prick in.

When I had my jaws as wide as they would go, my nose was rubbing his pubic hair. I drew back, blowing lightly. He trembled violently and tensed, waiting for me to do it again. I didn't disappoint him. Tightening my lips around the shank, I pushed down and gave him as tight a fit as I could. His cock rode smoothly back and forth along the top of my tongue. I let it reach all the way in and drew back, glowing inside with the satisfaction of making him happy.

His tongue left my cunt and circled my swampy opening. I shivered as the soft, strong instrument dipped inside and tasted my juices. It warmed and thrilled the velvety interior of my snatch. It delighted the nerves and made the blood pound through the thin walls. The wonderful tongue unleashed the fires in my body and flooded my insides with the molten lava of need. I tightened my asscheeks around his finger and pushed my twat tightly against his face. I felt his nose as it was mashed against my clit. The coarse hair of his mustache excited my cuntlips and sent new shivers shooting through me.

I began to moan in need. I knew by the trembling in his loins that it wasn't going to take much more for him either. His free hand found the zipper on the side of the sleeping bag and worked it down in short, hasty jerks. He pulled away from me, quickly popped his finger out of my asshole and spun around. "You get on top!" he gasped as he scooted down on his back. I straddled him and lowered my cunt toward his jutting cock. Taking it in my hand, I guided it toward my dripping cunt. He gasped as I got his cock just inside my cunt entrance and then dropped-spearing myself on it.

"Oh Jesus!" he moaned. I bent forward so my tits dangled and swayed just under his chin. He grabbed them. I felt his thumbs press in. My nipples pointed toward each other. He released them before the pressure became painful. He pushed out with his fingers and the nipples pointed away from each other. I moaned in ecstasy. The cock that was probing deep inside me felt so good. It pressed hotly against my cervix. I decided to try something as I raised up.

I made my hips move in circles. He whistled in appreciation. My hips made more circles as they screwed back down again. His cock jabbed happily into my womb. Then I wiggled and made a complete circle around his cockhead. He squeezed my tits so hard he almost bruised them. "My God-where did you learn that?" he gasped. "It's a secret weapon," I giggled back as I shot down again.

It felt so good I had to speed up. My whole body was on fire. His cock was pulsing, my clit was vibrating and we were both glassy-eyed with need. I lowered my whole body so I could fuck like a man. My tits flattened in his hands and the soft flesh oozed around his fingers. I'd never been on top before but knew exactly what to do. My ass tightened and jabbed back and forth. Remembering the dogs, I moved my pelvis as fast as it could.

Mark let go of my tits and my hot nipples mashed against him. His fingers raked my back until they almost drew blood. Passion and aching need boiled through us, consuming our bodies as we raced blindly, higher and higher. "Oh! Oooh! Ooooh yes!" I panted, the sweat pouring off me. "God damn that feels good!" Mark gasped as we rode higher and higher.

Then we were coming. We were coming together and it was wonderful. I soared through it. Mark tensed his hips, raising me clear off the ground, as he started to fill my cunt with his cum. I sank down on top of him, completely exhausted. He gripped my shoulders and rolled me over. It seemed he had different ideas about being finished. Slowly, stroking just enough to keep his hard-on, he allowed us to start another build up.

This time it wasn't as consuming as when I had my tits and ass warmed. But it was more intense. His cock heated my cunt, and made the need feel more important. The long cock threatened to go limp for a second as he rolled on top of me. But it regained its power on the down stroke and stayed solid. I smiled as I felt the froth of his whipped-up cum bubble and trickle out of my cunt. It made a lewd, squishing and popping sound. I felt it wet my clit and asshole, making them thrill to the slipperiness.

My ass pounded against the hard ground. I didn't mind it. It made his prick go deeper than it would have otherwise. The downy bedroll gave me just enough buffer to keep any rocks or lumps from bruising my tender skin. Remembering how much my corkscrewing had done for him, I tried to move my ass again. It was harder this time. I wiggled more as we got hotter. I mashed my tits into the hair on his chest and let it caress my nipples, exciting them and getting them to rise.

We rose higher and higher together. He continued to take his time, creating a giant, hot ache in the pit of my pussy. He made me wish he had a six-foot cock so he could shove it clear through me. I wanted him to fuck every place that was beginning to twitch with desire. I wet my lips and clamped them on his neck. I bit him softly. At last I was rising to the point where I would be climbing the lovely mountain of satisfaction again. He sped up, fucking into me faster and harder. My ass smacked the hard ground, taking the jolts as they fucked into me.

It felt like he'd jammed his entire leg inside my cunt as he swelled and trembled, ready to fill me for a second time. I tensed and waited as I hovered on the brink of my own release. In one last, glorious roar he drove down. He filled my pussy with jism again and I soared. I bit my lips from the intense joy that filled me. I lay securely beneath him and let the pleasure-pain of our sex die slowly and happily. I felt like a complete woman-a satisfied woman.

We lay coupled together at the crotch and bathed in sweat, for a long time before he rolled off. "Suck me," he ordered. I twisted around without question and took his limp, wet, prick in my mouth. My tongue began to clean his cum and my cuntjuice from it. My pussy was draining. Mark moved me into a position where he could catch the mess in his hand. When he'd got the most of it, he took his cock from my mouth and made me clean his palm. I licked it clean.

Mark reached for his pants and a joint. He handed me a cigarette, and we got high together, before falling to sleep. I guess I could excuse the way I acted by saying that I wasn't given time to think. It was true. But I should have known better. I shouldn't have let it happen. I'd only been away from home for two days and already I'd done things which shut me completely away from the past. I couldn't go back now-even if I wanted. As I lay naked, in Mark's arms, warm and secure, getting high, it didn't bother me. In my fogged condition I thought I was finding out what life was all about. I thought I was growing up.

CHAPTER FIVE

Two days of routine passed. Mark spent most of his time away from the ranch. He sold and bought drugs-something I was against but came to accept as a necessity. I got used to being naked. The third morning after my initiation, Trinket skipped in. She was all excited. She'd found out that one of the girls was going to leave that morning. The girl had told her she'd give me her dog, Hitler. So right after breakfast Trinket and I raced over to talk to her. Yes, she was leaving and I could have her dog. Trinket and I were delighted.

As soon as we finished our chores, we took the dog and climbed the winding paths to our favorite hiding spot on a hill overlooking the ranch. Trinket pulled out the blanket we'd stashed there and spread it between the rocks so we could sit down.

Hitler was a handsome German shepherd. He was a mixture of brown and black, kinda salt and pepper. He had a very intelligent-looking face and warm brown eyes. We hit it off immediately. I started by rubbing his ears and scratching his neck while he licked my hand and wagged his tail.

Trinket and I played with the big dog for almost a half hour. Then Trinket got a wicked gleam in her eye and ran her hand along the sitting dog's belly. Hitler flicked his tail happily. As we talked, Trinket moved her hand lower and lower until her fingers rested on his big cock. I hadn't been paying much attention to what she was doing and didn't notice anything unusual until the dog rolled onto his back so she could get a better grip on it. "Trinket!" I gasped, staring at the big dog's hard-on. "Look how big it is!" Trinket exclaimed as she stroked the sides of the dog's cock. "Trinket-you shouldn't!" I said. "Didn't you like it when the dogs did you?" "Yeah-but…" "Well then? Here-give me your hand." Reluctantly I held out my hand and let her take me by the wrist. Hitler's cock felt nice. It was smooth and slick. Memories of the chicken coop and how wild it had been flooded through my mind. "Why don't you see if he'll lick your pussy?" Trinket giggled. "Mary Ann said she'd trained him to do all sorts of things."

I didn't think it was a good idea and refused at first. Trinket kept badgering me until I finally gave in and knelt with my furry cunt over his snout. Mary Ann, the girl who'd given him to me, was right. He was trained. Well trained! The dog's nose touched my warm cuntlips and snorted. His tongue flicked out an inch and touched my clit. I gasped. From then on, it got better and better. Trinket rubbed the dog's tummy and teased his cock enough to keep him worked up while I knelt there trembling to his touch. The strength of his big tongue was unbelievable. He would start at the base of my ass, and with one broad swipe of his tongue, touch every part of my pussy, from the pisshole to the top of my clit. The dog's tongue stroked my cunt from the bottom to the clit, wetting and teasing my cuntlips. It was impossible to keep my pelvis still.

Hitler's tongue bore into my hole when I spread my hairy split. I whistled and moaned, barely able to believe that a tongue could do that to me. I reached up and pulled my cuntlips apart so he could draw his tongue over my piss-hole and tickle my clit. The dog was something else. I was on the verge of losing control before he touched my clit. When he did that, I became his slave.

Trinket unbuttoned her jeans and worked her hands in her crotch as she watched the effect the animal was having on me. The walls of my cunt let the love oil ooze from the tiny pores and trickle from the opening between my legs. I was hot. Oh God, was I hot! The dog's prick was bouncing. Trinket giggled with delight.

My loins were on fire. It felt like someone had shoved a bunch of hot coals up my snatch and they were burning deep in my belly. My ass was trembling. My stomach was boiling. My thighs were rippling. I kept moving my hips back and forth like I was fucking a human cock. "Feels good-doesn't it?" Trinket giggled. "Umm-it sure does!" I sighed happily.

Pressing the little hill just above my clit, I forced the hood back enough that the little bump was completely exposed to the dog's hot, wet tongue. "Oh-oooh my God!" I whimpered as he found it. I thought I would faint or piss all over him as he began to lick it hungrily. Each caress became stronger and stronger, making me wiggle and squirm uncontrollably. His lower jaw touched the opening of my heated pussy. I felt his chin whiskers rubbing the super-sensitive flesh and the dog's teeth poking against the upper wall of my cunt. I yearned to force my pussy down onto the jaw but knew I'd hurt him or get bit.

It felt so good that I lost all control of myself. Scooting off the dog's face, I barely made it to the edge of the blanket before I started to piss. I kept my legs spread as the stream of piss shot into the dirt. I couldn't help myself. The piss hit the dry dust and spattered mud on my thighs. It mixed with the streams of cuntjuice that had already run from my pussy. The final few squirts trickled over my fingers and down my legs instead of shooting out away from my body. When the last of it ran down my leg, I scurried back to the dog again and let him wash my cunt clean. The break had cooled me a little, but it only took seconds for the brute to work me back to a pitched frenzy.

Trinket's eyes glazed. I watched as she squirmed restlessly from the action of her hand inside the crotch of her pants. When she let go of Hitler's dick, I reached down and took over. Wrapping my fingers around his ugly, red joint, I used my other hand to work on his balls. He was really nervous at first, but settled down when he discovered that I wasn't going to hurt him. The dog acted almost human and nervously writhed to my touch. His cock throbbed and trembled against my fingers.

Unable to stand it any longer, I got off the dog's face and threw myself across the blanket next to him. He struggled to his feet and came up beside me. Wiggling his entire rear end, he affectionately licked my face. I pushed his nose down so he could do it to my tits instead. He was eager to jab his prick between my legs and was getting impatient. His tongue trailed across the side of my tit, making it tremble and boil in need. I ran my hand down between his legs and started drawing my fingers back and forth along his trembling canine cock.

His tongue slapped my nipple and it leaped to full attention. I groaned. He nibbled on the little brown pap and it became so stiff that it drew the areola into a steep extension. He left my tits, slapped my belly with his tongue a couple of times and waddled around, positioning himself between my thighs. He ran his tongue the length of my crack, then raised his head and woofed.

I wiggled hotly under his wet kiss and waited. He did the same thing again, backing off just a little and growling impatiently. I made him wait a few more minutes before giving in. Finally, unable to hold out any longer, I coaxed him on top of me. I got Trinket to put her legs under me, to raise my hips, so he could get a better shot. I felt his dangling cock bounce against my ass. He changed his angle of attack and hit the side of my hairy cunt. His next jab almost hit the mark. I adjusted myself to meet him.

The idea and thrills of fucking an animal were still completely new to me and I was nervous. The giant dog cock shot past my cuntlips so fast and hard that I squealed in surprise. Hitler's head fit between my big tits. I pushed them together so his snout was forced to rub and caress them. The big dog cock smoothed out every wrinkle inside my cunt with each lunge. He slammed into my cunt and jerked back. I licked my lips. My eyes rolled. He was far from gentle, but man did it feel good! My cunt stretched and moistened. The fur-ring, at the base of his cock, ground against my opening. His taut balls rubbed my ass and his hairy chin excited my tits. It was almost too much to bear.

Trinket giggled with delight as she watched the dog fuck me. Hitler drove into me with so much force I thought he was going to fuck my entire cunt into my belly. It hurt and thrilled me at the same time. It was so strong, so primitive, so powerful! I couldn't think of anything but that wild dog cock, hammering in and out of my cunt for all it was worth. I looked into the dog's eyes and noticed that they weren't focusing. His tongue hung from the side of his mouth and he was completely wrapped up in the pleasure my pussy was giving him.

Trinket, who had just masturbated herself to an orgasm, was rubbing her tits with one hand and trying to work her hand back inside her pants, so she could do it again. I was nearly out of my mind with the shooting thrills that were boiling inside me. My body wound tighter and tighter as the bubbling heat burned deeper and deeper. My pussy juice was pouring so fast that his cock was making funny squishing noises. My nipples rose like pyramids, and the heat between my legs felt as if it would blister the skin.

The dog had started at a fuck pace I couldn't believe possible. It was mind-boggling to realize that he was actually going faster and faster as we went along. His hindquarters danced and stuttered back and forth with tireless speed. My ass tightened and relaxed. It was a pitiful attempt since there was no way for me to begin to keep up with him. The pressure inside my pussy continued to rise higher and higher. He was making me soar to unheard of heights as he continued to fuck my cunt. It was all so good that I thought I was dreaming.

Then I felt his cock smash into me harder than before. He withdrew his cock, until it was dangerously close to coming out, then roared forward. Even the tip of the fur-ring went inside. I knew it wasn't a dream. My legs began to flail and Trinket had to duck to keep from being kicked. My hands tore at the blanket until it bunched up around me. My head rolled from side to side. My eyes refused to focus and I bit my lip so hard it drew blood. Every cell of my body itched with need and was satisfied.

The first stream of semen shot from Hitler's canine cock. I arched my hips and held him inside me as the yellowish cum found space between my cunt walls and his snug-fitting dick. It overflowed. It squirted from my cunt and splattered on Trinket's jeans. My whole body seemed to float. I was set adrift in a river of cum and sexual release. My breath came in rasping sobs as I hung in the limbo of orgasmic bliss. Then slowly, ever so slowly, I sank back. The German shepherd drained the last of his semen inside my satisfied cunt. Freeing himself with a splashing pop, he waddled away to piss on a bush. "Wow!" Trinket breathed when she saw that I was back in the real world. "Yeah!" I purred happily.

"Let me clean you up," she grinned, getting her legs out from under me. I agreed, thinking she was going to wipe me off with a rag. Spreading my legs to their extremes, I exposed my swollen cunt to her, and closed my eyes. Suddenly my eyes shot open wide. She was running her tongue up and down my battered cunt, licking it clean. "No!" I moaned. "Yes!" she gurgled and continued.

I couldn't hack the thought of her cleaning me that way. I couldn't accept the fact she was doing it. Her tongue explored each of my petals and I wanted to vomit. "Look," I said, pushing her head back. "If you want to eat me-that's fine; I'll let you. But let me wipe myself off first! I can't have any fun knowing that you're wallowing in dog cum!"

She nodded, a little disappointed, but still happy that I was willing to let her make love to me. I staggered to my feet and squatted a few feet away from her so the dog slime could drain from my cunt. When I'd dug the last of it out with my fingers, I wiped as clean as I could, and went back to the blanket.

Trinket had pulled her pants off and was waiting for me. I fell onto my back and she pounced on top, squatting over my face. I flicked out and teased her little labia with my tongue. She giggled hotly and lay on top of me. My cunt was almost numb from the exciting fuck the dog had given it. I didn't think she was going to make me have another orgasm and wasn't worried about it. She was hot from watching me and I thought it would be great if I could help her. Her cuntlips were sticky and smelled strongly of sex and sweat. I wrapped my lips around the inner folds and sucked. She squirmed and purred, rolling her cunt against my face. I held her cunt tightly between my teeth. Her little tits were pressing against my naked belly and I felt her nipples.

My tongue found the top of her cunt and pushed under the tightly drawn hood to her clit. She squealed. I flicked my tongue around and over it. She moaned as it took her breath away. Circling her hips with my arms, I pried her ass apart and began to tease the tight little pucker with the tip of my finger. She drove her hips into me so hard she almost bloodied my nose.

The little girl's cuntjuice started to drain from her honey pot and dribbled onto my nose. I was really helping her and that thrilled me. Applying pressure against her asshole, I drove my finger inside the powerful ring of muscles. I felt her hands as they tore desperately at her blouse. She opened it so she could rub her little tits against the flesh of my warm belly. Letting go of her inner cuntlips, I pulled her twat open with my fingers. Then I shoved my tongue as deeply into her pussy as I could. "Oh-ooh-oooh yes! Yes! Yes!" she choked, forgetting to work on my cunt.

I swirled my tongue around the inside of her crimson cunt. She clung to me as if her life depended on it. I rubbed my finger in and out of her foul-smelling asshole and ground my chin against her clit. Her wet cuntlips clung to my chin as I worked. Her syrup dripped onto my tongue and ran into my mouth. Her nipples rubbed against me and she lay there basking in my excited tenderness.

Hitler strolled over and rudely poked the girl's ass and my fingers with his cold nose. Trinket jerked a little. I popped my finger out of her shit chute, making her fart. Hitler snorted and backed up. Then with me still holding her cheeks open, he slapped her rectum with his tongue. She moaned with lust as the thrill jolted through her body. I pulled my tongue out of her cunt, and left both holes to the dog, so I could concentrate on her clit. The dog made broad, happy swipes, cleaning her pussy entrance and her asshole with each stroke. When my tongue tickled her clitoris, I found it was vibrating with heat.

She felt like she was running a fever of a hundred and six. She was sweating and trembling in need as the two of us worked her over. I could sense that she was rising toward an orgasm. Her tremors got more violent. I could feel her heart pounding as it made her girlish tits pulse almost as hard as her cunt.

I opened my eyes and found myself staring into her winking hole. It was really strange to watch the muscles open and close-strange and satisfying. I felt her thighs tightening around my head as she gripped my ass. If she'd had long fingernails, I would have had the skin gouged completely off my asscheeks. Her cunt ground and battered my face as she began to tremble and strain toward her climax. She stiffened and held it. She broke down, sobbing, "Daddy, daddy… why?"

My heart nearly broke as she clung to me in her desperate need and longing. Tears ran down my cheeks and I brushed them away so I wouldn't embarrass her. I gathered up the blanket and put it away as she got back into her clothes. Then we started for camp because we'd be expected to work in the kitchen.

CHAPTER SIX

Tony joined Mark and me after the camp fire. When I complained, Mark told me that Jack Rabbit was afraid I was falling in love and just wanted to make sure I knew that I belonged to the group-not any one guy. The commune leader had been right. I was falling for Mark and I wasn't happy about having to share him with someone else. I decided to play it cool. If I didn't, Jack Rabbit might think about it and assign me to one of the other men. Then I wouldn't get Mark at all. I could always leave. I'd seen others do that, but I had no place to go.

The two boys undressed and zipped their sleeping bags together. Tony got under and made me crawl in head first. I took his cock between my lips without being asked. I squirmed, almost forgiving him as he buried his face between my legs. Air was scarce inside the bag. I had two men crowding against me, which didn't help. The bag, which already smelled, was stifling.

Tony's cock was huge, stiff and salty. The whole scene was strange. It wasn't like making it alone with Mark. Tony's prick didn't soothe me like Mark's. Maybe it was because I sensed that Mark cared. Tony didn't. All he was interested in was filling my mouth with his cum and I knew it. Mark's prick rubbed against my back bone and his hands rubbed my tits. Tony licked my cuntlips and I wrapped my legs around his head. I pulled the cock out of my mouth and began to lick it like an ice-cream cone. Working one hand between our bodies, I found his balls.

I felt Tony's legs tense and knew I was getting to him. Mark moved one leg so it raised the top cover and let some fresh air in. With clean air to breathe it was easier and I slowed down. I stopped running my tongue the entire length of the rigid prick and began to draw light little circles on his glans. The cock in my hand shivered with unexpected delight. Mark started chewing on my ass. He didn't bite hard. Just enough to make my whole ass tingle. I straightened my legs, giving him more ass to chew on. I started to boil.

Mark's cock was drooling against my asscheeks, demanding attention. I tried, but couldn't reach it. He kept his hands on my tits, teasing and rolling the nipples between his fingers. Mark tired of having nothing more than my ass and tits to play with. I felt him let loose of my jugs and slide up. Tony pulled his head away from my cunt as the wet tip of Mark's prick pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I squirmed with anticipation as he pried the muscles apart and the cock found my tight anus.

The cock was attacking me from an awkward angle. Mark had to drive down, toward his feet, instead of up. It took longer for him to force his erection into my taut asshole. I felt the crinkled ring stretch and give. His crimson head pushed in. It paused, just inside, then it slid slowly into my intestines. I'd been fucked this way several times now and it didn't hurt anymore. It just burned nicely, applying pressure to my insides and making me crave more and more. The minute Mark was all the way in, he forced me to roll over on my back. My ass ended up resting on his thighs. I kept my head to the side and didn't stop working on Tony. He began to tease my clit and fur-pie with both hands. He was good at that. His fingers brushed lightly up and down the short hairs on either side of my split. He trailed up and down my clit and inner cuntlips. He brushed them sideways, then back and forth. He drew circles on the top of my clit cowl. He dipped the honey from my cunt. He hooked the very top of my deep crack with his index finger and tugged on it.

Mark wasn't idle either. He eased his cock in and out by holding my legs and moving them around Tony's magical hands. My ass moved from side to side and rolled up and down, just enough to stroke his cock. I wrapped my mouth around Tony's cock again, trapping the crimson head between my teeth and working it over with my tongue. I washed it. I cleaned the river of oil from its tiny entrance. Then I opened my jaw so it could slide further into my mouth.

Keeping my lips firmly clamped around its base, I nibbled and gnawed lightly all the way along the top and bottom, as his cock sank deeper. I could tell by the way the boy's body was tensing that I was driving him nuts. Mark wasn't doing so bad himself. He was exciting my ass and filling my pussy with a growing pool of cuntjuice. My jaws opened as wide as they'd go as I sank all the way onto Tony's meat. My nose pressed against his balls and my lips snagged his curly pubic hair. I moved my head in a circle and heard the boy gasp with pleasure. "Oh Jesus!" he moaned as I did it again.

I pulled back and filled my lungs with hot air. Reaching up, I held the flap of the sleeping bag for a second, filling the bedroll with a fresh supply of air. Then I pulled his hips back toward my face, driving his prick into my throat. Mark moved my legs, and my pelvis rolled and ground against him. His balls rubbed my ass. Tony's fingers scraped and rubbed my cunt, followed the movement of the cock in my asshole, making me climb higher and higher.

My back ached and my neck strained, but I wouldn't have stopped for anything. I felt Tony's pulsing cock lodge in my throat. I shook my head up and down several times to excite his prick. Tony lowered one hand to my ripe tits. I sighed and purred as he pressed my nipple into the fatty part of my tit. I ignored the ache in my lungs and continued to suck the cock in my mouth. Tony's legs were tensing and felt like heavy steel bands beneath my face. His balls were quivering and the muscles were pulsing between his hairy ass and stiff cock. I could feel his prick swelling and growing longer. Then it began to really throb.

He surged forward. I gobbled up another inch of hair and flesh. The shivering boner erupted, spurting its seminal fluid into me by the bucket load. I felt the throbbing purple veins as they scraped my cheeks. The yeast-flavored slime slid down my throat. It clung to the walls of my throat like snot. It blocked my throat for a few seconds. The rest backed up. It squirted around the swollen prick and flooded my mouth. I ran out of air, choked on the jism, and came up for air. Leaning on my elbows, I coughed and sputtered while he drained his last bit of cum onto the cloth under me.

As soon as I'd swallowed the sperm and spit, I sank back. I picked up the shrinking cock and started to clean it with my tongue. Mark was still working on my rectum. Now that Tony was satisfied, I could concentrate on the prick inside my ass. I quickly found I could tense my lower muscles. It made my asshole slide up on the staff as well as squeeze it. I'd sink back when I relaxed. The boy gasped and shook as I started. Having discovered how well it worked, I kept at it until I grew too tired. Tony fingered me and toyed with my curt and tits. I was seething and boiling in heat.

In minutes I found all my thoughts and feelings centered on my need and the prick poking at my tender bowels. I can't describe how wonderful my need was at that moment. It was like being trapped in a whirlpool of delight! I was drowning in excitement! Mark was feeling it too. His thighs turned to steel under me. His fingers gouged the skin of my calves and bruised the muscles. He was panting loudly.

Just as I reached my crest and started over the top, he lunged forward, driving his big cock as deep as it would go. We experienced our orgasm together! It was a fulfilling, intimate experience. I should have shared it only with Mark. I resented Tony for being there. It wasn't right! I was angry! I wanted to bite Tony's cock. Instead I relaxed and rode the beautiful orgasm out, enjoying it for what it could have been, instead of what it was.

Tony managed to make me even unhappier. When Mark and I finished the ass-fuck and disconnected, I thought I was done. I wasn't. Tony's cock had stiffened again and he wanted to fuck me with it. I had just climaxed. I didn't want to be fucked any more. I was full of cock and fucking for the night. The boy insisted. I knew I couldn't refuse so I lay back and got fucked. He plopped down on top of me as soon as I'd twisted around and shoved his cock into my cunt.

The meat rubbed all the right spots. It sloshed in the honey which had pooled at the end of my pussy. It buffed my clit. It stretched my cunt. I just couldn't enjoy it. I was being used. I was taken advantage of and didn't like it. I wanted Mark and that was all! The hair on Tony's chest brushed my nipples and his stomach bounced against mine. But my nipples stayed soft and flat.

For the first time since I'd found this new way of life I wasn't enjoying sex. I squirmed restlessly under him, hoping he'd hurry and finish. He fucked in and out in long, even strokes. To make it worse, he'd come once and was having a hard time getting his gun to explode again. He strained and struggled. Sweat poured off him as he worked. I struggled to hold out myself. I needed to piss and shit. If he kept it up much longer, my belly would give out and I'd lose my supper all over him.

Much to my relief he finally managed to trigger an explosion so he could roll off me. I struggled out of the confining bedroll. Limping slowly through the cold night, I made the trek to the outdoor toilet and relieved myself. Then I returned to the shack. I fell asleep wedged between the two naked boys, their hands attached to all my most personal parts. My dreams were of home, of my parents, church and school. Memories of the days before. I was homesick.

That was impossible and I knew it even as I dreamed. I couldn't go back. Even if my parents would accept me, and I was able to hide what I'd become, I wouldn't be able to face our neighbors or my friends. I was a legal adult and on my own. There could be no turning back.

The first seeds of unhappiness had been sown that night. I didn't know if I'd stay or leave. Mark shook me roughly and I woke up. I had crying in my sleep. "What's wrong?" he whispered. "Nothing," I whispered, trying to hide my hurt. Tony grunted and turned his back to us. I snuggled against Mark, content for the moment because I had him to myself.

"Did we hurt you?" he asked in a concerned voice. "Just my feelings." "Come on," he whispered, slipping quietly out of the bag.

I waited for him to dress, wrapped a blanket around me to keep warm, and followed him from the shack. He led me quietly past the other shacks to a spot outside, sheltered from the breeze. We propped ourselves against a rail fence and he cuddled me in his arms. We talked for a long time and he worked out my entire life history, not to mention what was bothering me at the moment.

I felt completely drained when I was done. I wanted to be loved. I needed to be held and cuddled. Mark wrapped his arms around me tighter. He held me protectively. The ache in my heart had swelled to the bursting point as I told him my story and now it broke free. I hadn't wanted it to.

He held me awkwardly as I cried it all out. Then, lifting my tear-streaked face, he kissed away the salty drops. He crawled into the shelter of my blanket. I mashed myself against him in a desperate attempt to be comforted. Mark tenderly wrapped his big arms around me. He petted my shoulder as I nestled my head against his chest. I began to feel better. Slowly, as we lay together, the ache started to go away. His hand strokes got longer, covering the entire length of my naked sides and hips. His fingers brushed the side of my tit and I melted against him. As his fingers explored more intimate spots, my mood changed. Suddenly I wanted to wash the memory of our earlier, tarnished fuck out of my mind. I wanted to try for a perfect union while I had him completely to myself.

I thrilled to the sound of his heart as it beat beneath my ear, and I shivered, as his finger traced the crack of my ass.

"Please make love to me…” I breathed contentedly. He-kissed the top of my head and worked a hand between our bodies. He lifted one of my breasts. I was in love with him and couldn't help it. I 'dropped my hands to his lap and fumbled until I got his pants unbuttoned. Then I worked his cock out of his undershorts. His hands slipped between my legs. They found my cunt as I spread my thighs. His cock stiffened. I teased the head with my thumbnail and it sprang to life. Wrapping my fingers around the handsome prick, I moved my fist slowly up and down.

Mark's fingers found the opening to my pussy and pushed inside. My hand slid up and down and his moved in and out. We lay in each other's arms and matched stroke for stroke. I basked in his attention, deluding myself that he was in love with me. Drops of honey caught in my curly pubic hair and clung there like dew. I tilted my head and our lips met tenderly.

We lay side by side enjoying a tender build up. It must have been close to three in the morning when we finally fucked and he filled me with his cock. It was everything I needed to be complete again. It was the staff of life and a reason to live. I took it happily. Warm thrills flowed from his cock to my cunt. He moved with delightful long strokes as he raised and lowered his ass above me. My pussy melted. It wet the intruding cock with the oil that showed how much I needed him. My satiny cunt held him snugly.

I glowed beneath him. We started slow and I rolled my hips, matching him stroke for stroke. Then we sped up. Our hips crashed and slapped together. We rose. Each stroke shot us closer and closer to our goal. We were coming. It wasn't like the one earlier. It was far more spiritual and, for some reason, more tender.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Hitler started following me everywhere. I felt so sorry for the big dog. It seemed that he had been deserted so often that he just wouldn't let me out of his sight. I felt awfully insecure too. The week had passed and I'd been given my clothes back. Mark seemed to be growing more and more distant and l knew in my heart that I'd lose whatever hold I had on him before long.

The dog and I became inseparable. Trinket, Hitler and I would go for walks. I avoided places where we could repeat what we'd done before. It was strictly against the rules of the commune. I think Trinket tried a couple of times, but I ignored it. The days were filled with other things too, like cooking, washing, fucking and sucking. I even went on a food run with Mark and Tony once, getting the fruit and vegetables for our meals from trash bins. I didn't like that too much.

One morning Mark didn't go out with Tony. After the morning chores, he chased Trinket away and suggested that we go off by ourselves. My heart leaped. It was a golden opportunity to draw him closer to me. I wasn't going to pass it up. We started off with Hitler on our heels. I led the way. There wasn't any question as to where I was going. I wanted to be alone with my man and the secluded, comfortable spot in the rocks was ideal. We reached my hideout. I stood for a second leaning against him, basking happily in his strong arms.

Giggling, I moved away, pulled out the blanket, and spread it behind the rocks so we could sit down. It wasn't long before I was lying with my head in Mark's lap and petting Hitler's head, as it rested on my tummy. "You worry me," Mark said, partially unbuttoning the boyish shirt I was wearing, to expose my right tit. "Why?" I asked, feeling my nipple stiffen to his light caress. "Because you belong to all of the men, not just me. You're in love with me and that's bad. You should get around more-fuck some of the other guys. "

His hands remained steady. They didn't tremble at all. My heart broke as he told me. My pouting nipple flattened and turned soft. I managed to check the tears that wanted to well in my eyes, and swallowed the lump that threatened to build in my throat. I couldn't keep my hands from trembling as they patted Hitler's head. "See there-that's what I mean," Mark sighed. "You've got a crush on me." "I have not…" I bluffed shakily. "Sure," he said, working idly on my tit. "Hey, have you made it with Hitler?" he asked, changing the subject completely.

I didn't answer. My blush was enough to tell him what he wanted to know: Why did he suddenly have to embarrass and hurt me? Wasn't it enough to tell me we were through? "I've watched the dogs fucking with a lot of girls in the chicken coop but I've never seen one do it alone," he grinned. Reaching for my pants, he unzipped them. "I… I…I"

My mind struggled desperately for a solution. What could I do to make him change his mind-to make him love me? I had to win him back if there was a way. Hitler raised his big snout and drew his tongue across my bare tit. I felt a slight tremor in Mark's hand and his hard-on pressed through the heavy cloth of his pants. Was that the way? There was a chance. It was too late to make anything else work.

I had to take that chance. Reaching up, I finished unbuttoning my blouse. The dog's broad tongue swiped my tender flesh again and again. Mark kept toying with whichever tit Hitler was ignoring. I lay there as they worked and my nipples started to stiffen. Working my jeans over my hips, I scrunched them around my knees and left my panties in place. They hid my pubic forest and would whet Mark's appetite.

His hands left my tits and started to trace circles and play tic-tac-toe on the flimsy nylon of my panties. My tummy jumped and trembled. Hitler's tongue continued to work on my stiff nipples. He playfully got one between his teeth and tried to suck it like a puppy. Glancing up, I saw Mark watching the animal with his face contorted in lust. Mark's fingers hooked the top of my panties and worked them down so the top inch of my pubic-fur stuck out. I tried to spread my legs, but they were hampered by the tight jeans. Bringing my legs up, I worked them the rest of the way off.

Inch by inch the boy worked my panties down. When my panties were bunched below my cunt, and my whole forest of pubic hair was exposed, I drew my knees up. Hooking my fingers under the rolled nylon, I worked them off. Mark's fingers sifted through the curly hair. They outlined the dark patch and then traced the hidden split in the center. Hitler, wise to my whims, had picked up the scent of my cunt. He stopped licking my tits and wiggled around until he was laying on his belly, between my legs. His snout rubbed my crotch.

I gasped and shook as he dragged his tongue from the warm opening of my box clear to the top of my crack. It was warm and exciting. I wiggled my hips, pushing my pussy against the dog's cold nose. I rubbed my hairy cunt into it. My petals began to tingle. My clit shivered to the delicious warmth of the wet tongue. He lapped my crotch with the flat, pink tongue.

Mark never took his eyes off Hitler. He slid his fingers between my legs and spread my cuntlips wide so the dog could cover every part. The two of them were driving me crazy. My ass rolled and bucked. A trickle of honey ran from my cunt and was licked away before it reached my asshole. My whole cunt puffed up in need and blushed darker in anticipation.

I drew my hands to my tits and began to play with them: I rolled them in circles so they met in the center. Then I rolled them out, as far apart as I could make them go. I pinched my hard nipples. I pulled on them and let them snap back. I cupped my fat tits and pushed them up until I could lick them with my own tongue. Mark was drooling as he tried to see everything at once. I could feel his erection straining against his pants. If ever there was a chance of saving our relationship, this was it.

I spread my legs and let Hitler push his jaw into my cunt, like he'd been trained to do. The wiry fur, the teeth, the tongue, all flicking and prodding, along with his cold nose on my clit, sent me into orbit. I couldn't wait any longer. Pushing him away, I got onto my knees in front of Mark. I positioned myself on all fours and waited. Hitler was worked up and didn't need any encouragement. He woofed a couple of times, reared up and came down, crashing across my back.

I felt his furry legs as they brushed the insides of my thighs. He danced awkwardly into position. His big dog cock burned hotly against my thighs. It slid back and forth, rubbing against the curve of my ass. I felt him dance back a step or two, then he was right on target. The tip smacked into my cunt and nearly pulled my outer cuntlips, my clit and my ass into the hole with it.

The rough, fierceness of the dog-fucking held me spellbound. He twisted up and down. He humped in and out like a pile-driver. Mark scooted to the side and watched for a couple of seconds. I wiggled my ass and braced myself so I wouldn't be driven forward. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled his crimson-tipped prick out. He dropped to his knees in front of me and I stared at his drooling cock. If that was what he wanted I'd give it to him. I strained my head back and opened my mouth to receive his cock.

The salty-tasting prick pressed between my lips and he held my head roughly between his two big hands. I tried to give him a good blow job but wasn't able to keep my mind off my pussy long enough to do it justice. Hitler's dog cock was lunging in and out of me so hard and fast that it was impossible to think about anything else. My whole crotch was screaming in need.

Mark guessed my problem. He began to guide my wet mouth back and forth along his shank, so I wouldn't have to think about it. My teeth scraped the top and bottom of his shaft. His prick drove along the flat of my tongue and struck the back of my mouth. I made no attempt to do anything special. I couldn't! He was fucking my face. The dog's cock stretched my pussy as wide as it would go, and I tried to drive in far enough to meet Mark's prick at the other end of my body.

My insides were on fire. It was almost too much to bear. I shivered and trembled. Mark held my head tightly. He got a grip on one of my dangling tits with his free hand. Shivers of pain and heat shot through me as he squeezed. The thrill in my cunt blocked everything else out. It was like I had become a giant cunt with my brain where my womb should be. I could see, feel, taste, smell and hear every stroke. My mind was being fucked at the same time as my pussy. I rose higher and higher until my body was screaming for release.

I rode the roller coaster from hell to heaven on the waves of orgasm. I clung to the bucking dog cock in my ass and the hot, wet one in my mouth. I soared with the angels and slid gently, gracefully back to earth. The German shepherd was still pounding frantically as I came back to reality. I was able to enjoy his last ecstatic fuck strokes before he filled me with fertile milk.

He hopped off and his juice began to run down my leg. I felt the man speed up. Now that I could think clearly, I began to suck, blow and rub his cock with my tongue. I got Mark to stand. Scooting my legs under me, I squatted with my cunt stretched open. I sucked on the boy's meat as the dog's slime drained from my pussy.

I wrapped one arm around Mark's thighs and worked the middle finger of my hand between the hairy cheeks of his ass. I found his asshole and drove a finger into his shit-hole. I took his balls in my other hand and began to roll them. Mark growled in appreciation and lost his balance. He ended up leaning against me for support. Spitting his trembling cock out, I sucked his balls in. The hairy bag felt strange as the hard nuts slid around in my mouth. The cock rested against my cheek. It lay across the bridge of my nose and pointed wetly toward the sky. I worked his balls over for a few minutes before dropping them back into the palm of my hand. Then I sucked the cock in.

I whipped the cockhead happily with the tip of my tongue. Then I wrapped my lips around the crimson crown. His prick trembled as I let it slide back. Mark's ass tightened and I knew he was almost ready. Rocking rapidly back and forth, I stroked him. The shaft slid deeper into my mouth. I increased my speed with each stroke until he grabbed me by the hair and began to pull and twist it painfully.

He gasped and moaned as he drove his cock into my throat and tightened his grip in my hair. I was trapped. I felt his prick begin to throb and tremble. The slime shot from the shivering organ and splashed in all directions as he satisfied himself. I drank it all. I didn't let one drop of the stuff escape. He took his limp cock out of my mouth and helped me to my feet.

He didn't say too much on the way back to camp, but I had the feeling that I'd lost rather than won my battle. I became more and more convinced of this as the morning wore on. First, he left me as soon as we got back into camp and I had to clean our sleeping area all by myself. Then he avoided me when I tried to find him.

Finally, at lunch, Mark went to sit with a group of girls, leaving Trinket and me to sit by ourselves. I told Trinket what had happened and she nodded, saying she'd seen him do the same thing to other girls. "He's not the type," she sighed, "to be faithful to any one girl for long." I died inside. The agony of losing him was ten times what it had been to leave home. The commune was a new way of life and I didn't know how to cope with it. I wasn't sure of myself. I needed someone strong to lean on. I needed someone to watch out for me. Now I was all alone-except for Trinket and Hitler.

Somehow I managed to keep my agony and hurt bottled inside until after I was done with my work and could go off by myself. Hitler was right on my heels when I took off, but I did manage to avoid Trinket. I wanted to cry my eyes out and make a decision about the future. There wasn't any sense in sharing that with anyone. Habit forced me to head for the one spot I'd been comfortable and happy in. The one really secluded place where I could sit and think.

I pulled out the blanket, spread it and sat down. Hitler lay beside me and rested his big head in my lap. He seemed to know exactly what was wrong. He seemed to be licking my hand in sympathy and looking at me with those sad brown eyes. I leaned against one of the boulders and cried. I must have been there for a half hour or more before Trinket found me.

She knew what was wrong and didn't say anything. She just sat on one of the rocks and kept me company, until I'd composed myself enough to go back. When I got back, Mark found me and said I'd been set up in another shack. My new partner was a fifteen-year-old boy named John. I took it as gracefully as I could. My heart was breaking, but I wasn't about to let the world know how much I hurt. My mind was made up-tomorrow I'd strike out on my own. I didn't know what I'd do, but I had to try.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I showed up on Jack Rabbit's steps bright and early the next morning and announced that I was leaving. I don't know what I expected, but whatever it was, I didn't get it. The man just shrugged, tossed me my purse-which he'd kept, and said I'd be back. Mark and Tony had already left for the day so I didn't need to look them up. I said goodbye to Trinket. I hadn't wanted to take Hitler, but I discovered that I couldn't leave him like the other girls had done.

So the dog and I started down the long dirt lane to the highway, together. We were a team now. It was different this time when I hit the road. I was no longer fresh and pretty. Now I looked road-hardened. My hair was straight. My face looked older. The sparkle in my eyes had gone. I guess it was just the wrong day to be on the road. I stood there, holding my thumb out, until I was sure my arm would fall off, but no one offered me a ride.

A highway patrolman passed three times before finally stopping. I wasn't really worried. My purse had an I.D. which would prove I was of age and enough cash to keep me from being thrown in jail as a bum. There wasn't any reason to take off or hide, so I didn't. It was getting really hot on the roadside. The sun glittered off thousands of pieces of broken pop bottles and the heat waves rose on the blacktop. There wasn't any shade, and I was dying for a drink.

The big black and white car pulled off the road and whipped up a cloud of dust as it slowed to a stop. I tried to get a look at the guy's face behind the glare of the windshield. I didn't want him to have to get out, so I walked to the driver's side and said, “Hi!”

He was a big man, blond and in his mid-twenties. He introduced himself as Officer Bob Brandt, and asked to see my identification. I took my license out and showed it to him. He asked where I was headed and I told him: Las Vegas. Then he asked if I had any money to meet emergencies. I opened my wallet to show him-it was gone! Jack Rabbit had stolen it. I was flat broke.

"You just come from that old ranch?" he asked, as he led me around to the passenger side to get in. "Yes," I nodded, as I sat on the edge of the seat and took a sip of the ice-water he offered me. "Look, Miss, I know what goes on out at that place and I've got a pretty good notion why you're leaving. You look too decent to be a part of that set up. I'm going to do you a favor and bust you." "Wha…" "'They'll hold you for a couple of days, make sure there ain't no warrants out for you, and let you go. You'll get a few good meals, a place to sleep and be that much closer to where you want to go."

I stared at my hands for a second and then glanced out the window. Hitler was still standing patiently, waiting for me to let him in. "What about my dog? What will happen to him?" I asked, suddenly realizing how much the big animal really meant to me. "He'll be held at the pound till you get him his shots and bail him out," the cop said matter-of-factly.

I broke down and started to bawl then. It wouldn't have been the end of the world to spend a couple of days in the slammer, but I'd never see Hitler again. I had no money for shots or fines. Hitler was all I had in the world now. Officer Brandt was surprised and he seemed to soften a little. I was desperate and it showed. We talked for a while longer. I told him why I'd run away from home in the first place. I explained that Hitler was the only thing I had left in the world.

He felt sorry for me, but he was adamant about not letting me go on without funds. He pointed out that I'd be better off in jail than on the road or at the ranch. "Hell, Miss Lockes, you don't even have a sleeping bag. You'll either die from exposure or land up in real trouble. I can't have either on my conscience."

He was all man. He had the same neat little bulge running along his leg as any other man. There had to be a way to get to him. I was dressed in the clothes I'd left home in and that made it harder. My tits didn't poke out much in the sweatshirt and my pants weren't very revealing.

It was a heavy idea. He was straight and I knew it. He was also convinced that I was a nice girl. If I blew it, I'd land up in the can for a lot longer than two days. I checked out his wedding finger. It was clear, no ring and no suntan marks where he might have taken it off. "Look," I whispered, my voice cracking with the strain. "I'm no tramp or a dopey, but I'm down and out. One of those people back there stole my money. I don't want to go back, but if you lock me up I'll lose my dog. I'll admit I shouldn't be out here. I'll go back…"

"No Miss… " "If you arrest me, I'll lose my dog. Don't you understand! I'll do anything you want-anything at all! If you'll just let me get out and go back down that lane when you're done…"Miss, if I read your intentions right you're suggesting something that could get you in a lot worse trouble than just being a vagrant."

My trembling hand touched his thigh. "Please…" I sobbed. "I don't want to lose my dog! I told you I'd do whatever you asked if you'd just let me go! Give me a break… Please!" "That could cost me my job," he said, becoming less of a cop and more of a man, the longer my hand lay on his leg. "If you don't, it will ruin what little chance I have left for a future," I said, noticing his prick had grown stiffer and longer inside his pants. "Please…" I said, touching it.

"All right… I should bust you, but I have a funny feeling that you're really okay. Give me a blow job and get the hell outa here." I unzipped his fly and worked his gorgeous cock into the open. I stroked his prick lightly, as it rose from the fly, and I teased his cock. I ducked down without being seen. I was scared, but very grateful for the break. I knew cops were all right, but they still frightened me.

Officer Brandt was really nice. I could have fallen for him under different circumstances. My cheek rested against his heavy black gunbelt and my chin brushed his light tan pants. Before taking the beautiful cock in my mouth, I ran my tongue up the sides of his prick. It made me feel pretty good when his legs tensed. He was as nervous as I. It wasn't hard to figure out that he didn't do this with every girl he ran into-especially not in the front seat of a cruiser, parked along the side of a busy highway, in broad daylight.

Wrapping my lips around his swollen prick-head, I nibbled the rim lightly with my teeth. I teased the smooth flesh with my tongue and took it all the way in. "Jesus!" he exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Hurry-would you!" I sighed deep inside. The cock tasted so good and smelled like deodorant or cologne-it was clean and more tantalizing than the cocks on the ranch. I could have sucked his cock all day. But he was too nervous to let me take my time.

My head bobbed up and down. The rugged purple veins and crimson head rubbed my cheeks and the roof of my mouth as I sucked. I yearned to have him eat my pussy. A hand slid my sweatshirt up and began to fondle my tits as I worked. It made me hotter. Hitler was still being a good dog and was sitting patiently outside the passenger door. The two-way radio made crackling noises and a voice came over it every once in a while. He even had to pick up the mike and answer it once.

I worked as fast as I could under the circumstances, making him shiver and thrill to my educated mouth. I sucked hard on his cock. Then I blew, to add more thrills. Carefully, so as not to break his zipper or hurt him, I worked the open fly down. His balls and prick came all the way out without any trouble. He had nice balls. They were big and hung low in their leathery sack. I rolled them between my fingers. I rubbed and pinched the hairy flesh of his bag and rubbed between the balls and his prick.

With his hard-on out of his pants all the way, I could deep-throat him. I ran my mouth all the way down, until my nose was pressed into his black pubic hair. I nodded my head back and forth and then from side to side. I pulled up a little. The cop laced his fingers into my hair and whistled in appreciation. He even forgot about my tits and bunched-up sweatshirt.

I let the stiff cock slip almost out of my mouth. Catching it at the last second, I swirled my tongue around and around his scarlet head. Then I sucked on it again. He released my hair and shakily began to fondle my tit again. The zipper of his pants was sharp and rough as my face rubbed against it. His big belt was smooth but hard. His balls were a delight to play with, and I couldn't have had a more satisfying cock in my throat.

I needed release too. I had to ease the hot, sticky feeling between my legs. I let go of his balls. Undoing my own pants, I worked my fingers inside my panties, past the pubic hair until I reached my clit. I kept a steady suck pace on his prick as I began to rub my little joy button with wild abandon. The cop squeezed my tit and teased my nipple as he watched my hand twist and strain inside my pants. The nylon crotch was wet. My honey hung suspended between the material and my hole, like threads of wet string. I was so hot that my curly pubic hair collected beads of cuntjuice.

I didn't allow myself to forget about the glorious piece of prick in my mouth. It still tasted warm and salty. It was throbbing hard, almost to the point of spilling its load. As the ache grew hotter inside my pussy, I began to race over his shaft faster and faster, twisting and twirling with delight, as his hands gave away his own urgent need.

My fingers were busy and I was rapidly getting so I'd be released from the hell I was trapped in. Then I felt the first violent tremor ripple along his erection and I knew I was a split second away from drinking his cum. His milky stuff gushed into my mouth. I sucked quick and hard so I wouldn't leave a trace of jizz on his uniform pants. It tasted as good as he smelled. I wanted to let it roll around on my tongue and slide slowly down my throat so I could linger over it, but I couldn't risk it.

I still hadn't climaxed by the time his cock had shrank and I'd zipped his fly up. Watching me closely, he smoothed my sweatshirt back in place and volunteered to finish me off. Nodding eagerly, I tugged my clothing down to where he could get his hands in the right position. His fingers were like magic. They were strong and smooth. I shook as he found my cunt and drew my cuntlips apart, exposing my clit. He made my pussy thrill.

He twisted around so he could use both hands. Forcing his big fingers into my cunt, he pulled in and out, teasing my clit. Being very careful not to let other cars guess what was going on, I moaned in heat until I boiled over and shuddered my way to happiness.

When I'd straightened my clothes, he let me get out. He admitted he liked me and was sorry he had to make me go back. True to my promise, I turned immediately and headed down the long dirt road that led to the ranch. Hitler stayed right on my heels, wagging his tail all the way. I felt completely whipped. I knew that Jack Rabbit had taken my money but I had no proof. What was worse was that there wasn't any way to earn more. I hated having to stay where I was-being nothing more than a slave to whatever body wanted me at the moment. But even that was better than losing Hitler.

CHAPTER NINE

Two very unhappy days passed. The fifteen year-old boy I was forced to live with was far from a good companion. His cock was small. He was clumsy. We didn't have anything to talk about. To make me even more miserable, Mark stayed completely away from me. I went through all the motions of being a good member of the commune. I did my chores on time. I let any boy, who wanted to, fuck me. I didn't complain and I followed orders.

The only person I could talk to was Trinket. If it hadn't been for her and Hitler, I don't know what I would have done. The three of us went back to spending most of our time together. We did the same things as before. We hiked, talked, worked, and shared our miseries. Trinket had a lot of problems. She was so young and lonely. She was still developing and went through periods when her tits were real tender. She needed to play once in a while and have a chance to dress up and feel like a lady.

The third day back it seemed like everything crashed in on top of her. Her tits were sore and the boys didn't care. When they felt her tits they fondled them roughly. There had been more than the normal mouths to feed so we'd had to work harder and longer. She had worn out her last pair of frilly panties. Her last nice blouse was shot and she was homesick.

We shouldn't have gone out that morning and yet we needed to. We needed to be alone, where we could feel sorry for ourselves and share our problems in the hopes that we'd get over the pain. That was why, an hour after we'd finished breakfast and the chores, we were in our hiding place. We spread our blanket and leaned back against the boulders to rest and talk.

Trinket started out calm enough, but quickly became upset. She started to cry and sob her eyes out. My heart went out to her. I put my arms around her and cuddled her head to my tits. She leaned against me and cried for a long time. I patted her head helplessly and did the best I could to mother her.

Hitler curled up beside us with his tail tucked tightly against his rump. As it happened, my blouse wasn't even buttoned when I cuddled Trinket to me. It wasn't long, before her cheek was resting against my soft, naked flesh. Her salty tears ran across her cheeks, over my ripe tits and on down to my tummy. They warmed my tits in a soothing way. She moved her cheek and her long hair brushed against me. It caressed as it slid smoothly across my tits.

Her sobs stopped at last and she cuddled against me for support and understanding. The closeness and lovely tenderness we were sharing lingered on. Then it slowly changed from sympathy and need for support-to a need for love and release. Trinket's hand stole hesitantly to my full tit. Her fingertips brushed my nipple ever so lightly. My skin burned to her touch. When I didn't push her away, she became bolder. Her fingertips traced around the edge of my areola and drew upwards, across the nipple; peaking at the top and making my tits come to attention.

After two days of clumsy lovemaking from John it was wonderful to be touched by someone who understood what a woman really needed. Her touch was soft, educated and careful. She touched the right places with just the right pressure. When her lips found my nipples, they made me burn. My tits seemed to melt with the slow, wonderful combination of her lips and tongue.

She worked on my tit for some time before I let my hands steal out and undo her shirt. Following her example, I was very careful and gentle. I didn't apply pressure at all. Instead I caressed her with featherlike strokes. My heart was beating much faster than normal and it sped up even more as I saw her nipples stiffen. I allowed my fingers to roam from her slender shoulders to the top of her jeans, pushing her shirt back and out of the way. Her flesh turned to goosebumps as I worked. It was delightful to know that I was really turning her on.

Her hand left my tits and began to slide up and down the inside of my cloth-covered thighs. She let them dance over the top of my legs and across my lower belly. Then she found my zipper. Taking the slide in her fingers, she worked it down an inch at a time, until it reached the bottom. She sighed as she caught a glimpse of the white nylon under the pants. She didn't need any coaxing to force the snap at the top open. I helped her spread them back so a triangle of my panties showed.

I found the snap on her jeans and popped it open. I forced the zipper to come down. She wasn't wearing any panties. My fingers slipped lightly over her exposed tummy and went as low as they'd go without my having to change her position against me. I let my fingers tease and caress the top edge of her pubis. She drew little designs on the exposed part of my panties. Her lips stayed on my tit and her tongue continued to send delightful shivers coursing through me.

Her hands started trying to get my jeans down, and I shifted enough that she could work them off my thighs, baring my panties. She also shifted and tugged her own jeans down so she was exposed and I could touch her. My fingers rubbed past her pubic bone and down onto her puffy cuntlips. She shivered and spread her thighs, as wide as she could, with her pants still hooked at her knees. I thrilled as her fingers worked.

We both needed more! Without a word we came apart and worked our jeans off, setting them aside. I left my panties on for the time being. The light bikini seemed more seductive than the lewd, naked fur and I was trying to give my little friend the most in pleasure. My fingers rubbed her juicy split. I paid special attention to the gentle rise of the hill which peeked above her clit. I ignored her cunt entrance for the time being.

She wasn't ignoring mine. She pressed against the slippery cloth, rubbing and pushing. She made my cunt overheat and become sloppy wet. She played that way as long as she could stand it before forcing my panties down and off. The sun was high overhead now. We'd gotten a late start because of the extra work. It had taken a long time to calm her and now we were making love.

Hitler barked a couple of times, but we ignored him. Our fingers found each other's bloated cuntlips at the same time and we began to rub them lightly. The itch swelled deep inside my belly and I could tell by the way she squirmed that Trinket was at the same level. In another few minutes we stretched out end to end on the blanket so we could sixty-nine. Her cunt smelled musty. Not enough to offend, as we all stayed pretty clean, but just enough to excite me. Her soft, full cunt lips tasted of sweat. There was a trace of urine at her piss-hole.

I dipped my tongue lower as she started hungrily on mine and tasted her cuntjuice. She shivered happily and tilted her cunt higher so I could dig inside and clean her out. Her lips locked around my inner cuntlips and sucked them into her mouth. I moaned and purred with delight. I worked my finger against her asshole and gently pushed it inside. Her tongue found my clit button and turned it on. I pulsed with the exciting, agonizing itch. I locked my thighs around her head and ground my bushy pussy into her face.

Trinket twisted so I was on my back and she was on top of me. I gasped as she worked two of her fingers inside my cunt. She began twisting them around and running them back and forth. I moved my tongue upward so I could lick her clit. Pushing my middle finger as deep into her ass as I could, I worked my thumb into her cunt and began to wiggle it around. I squeezed the flesh between the two fingers, making her moan.

We rolled and ground our bodies together, remaining locked, end to end, like a couple of wrestlers. One minute she'd be on top and the next I'd be. We held each other's heads tightly against our heated pussies. I kept my hands away from her tits because I knew how tender they were, but she got a handful of mine. Bolts of lightning shot through my tits as she massaged my big nipples.

I caressed and teased the crack of her ass and the small of her back. It was delicious. It turned me on almost as much as it did her. Our lovemaking, as frantic as it was, was tender and understanding. We wanted only to please each other and take our minds off the trouble for a while. Our bodies were on fire. We were at the point of being oblivious to anything but the demanding desire. Yet we weren't in any hurry to grab for release.

Her cunt began to throb around my thumb and her pelvis pushed into my face with more urgency as we rolled about. Her fingers left my tits and dug deep into the sides of my cunt. She explored my pussy from every angle. God, but those fingers felt wonderful. So did her tongue, lips and other hand. It was exciting to just feel her body rubbing against mine.

Trinket's cuntjuice poured from her hole. It ran in a river along my thumb and trickled across my wrist. Her cunt was grabbing my invading finger and trying to milk it. She lost control and shot upward, like she was tied to a rocket. I felt her shoot into a powerful orbit and hover there for a long time, trapped in a limbo of passion, before she finally relaxed. Her tongue, which had stopped working on me while she climaxed, started licking and whipping the center of my cunt again. She sent me orbiting in my own rocket ship.

The power and electricity built in me, staying trapped inside and filling me. I reached my bursting point. My system released me from the delightful torture and my cunt grabbed Trinket's fingers. I almost flattened her fingers as my cunt pulsed in heated gratitude. Juice poured from my twat and my clit hummed with pent-up fury.

I shook violently and almost mashed the girl's head between my thighs as I stiffened. I held myself rigid for a long minute to enjoy every last glorious thrill of the orgasm. Then I relaxed and let Trinket escape. She twisted around and lay with her head on my breast, showering me with kisses and loving hugs. "You're wonderful," she sighed. "So are you," I answered.

"Oh my God! It's way past lunch!" "We're in trouble!" Trinket nodded bleakly. We reached quickly for our clothes; they were gone! "We're in real trouble," Trinket moaned. "Someone was here while we were making out!" We knew there wasn't any choice but to go back and face the music. It was bad enough to have missed our chores. But to have made love to each other, without being ordered to, was a mortal sin. We were strictly for the men's pleasure. Jack Rabbit didn't like us to do things that might make us less willing or too tired to satisfy the boys.

The trip back was rough. We were barefoot and the ground was hot and rugged. We had gone against the leader's wishes and knew we wouldn't get away with it. We talked of excuses and decided against it. We talked about hiding until dark and then trying to steal our clothes and running off, but knew it wouldn't work. Our only choice was to face the music. Then if we wanted to leave, we could go without trouble. We walked directly to the leader's shack. The rest of the people fell silently in behind us. We were naked, but we held our heads deliberately high. Neither of us made any attempt to stop for our clothing.

My feet were skinned, bleeding and bruised, but I was too scared to notice. Jack Rabbit was standing on the wooden porch waiting for us as we walked toward him. We stopped at the step directly in front of him. The others formed a half circle around us and waited. "They wanted to wallow in filth together-for punishment they will!" Jack Rabbit growled sternly. "Take them to the privy."

Trinket and I looked at each other in surprise and fearful curiosity. I had no idea of what was going to happen. Four of the boys led us to the outdoor toilet. Two of them held us as the other two started to tip it over. Trinket and I looked at each other. It sank in! "Noooo!'-' Trinket wailed, starting to bawl.

I bit my lip bravely. I refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing how horrible I felt. The boys tipped the two-seater all the way over. The other two pushed us forward and shoved us into the deep pit. Then the other two tipped it back over the hole again. We were both off balance when we fell into the four feet of squishy, stinking goo. Both of us slipped and went completely over our heads before we were able to get our balance.

The rest of the afternoon and night were the worse I have ever spent. Flies buzzed us, people shit on us and sprayed us with their urine. We couldn't walk because we'd slip if we moved. We couldn't sit or lay because it was too deep. All we could do was stand, covered almost to our chins, for long hours as the filth dried on our faces and in our hair. It was unbearable. It took me nearly a month to wash away the last of the feeling.

Trinket almost went crazy down there. I didn't fare much better. Every time we saw an ass appear in one of the holes, we'd cringe away from that hole. Most of the people using it deliberately tried to get us and we had to turn our backs to keep from getting hit in the face. Our efforts exhausted us and there wasn't any relief. We huddled together in spite of our horrible condition. It was rough trying to keep each other warm and awake during the long night.

By nine the next morning Jack Rabbit felt we'd suffered enough and had the boys throw a rope to us. Everyone gathered around and laughed as we tried to climb up the slick, shitty rope. When we'd proved we couldn't do it, someone lowered us a ladder and we carefully climbed out.

We walked slowly, holding hands in a vain effort to ward off the hoots of those gathered around to torment us. It seemed like it took forever to get to the single garden hose at the back of the shower. I hosed Trinket first and then she hosed me. Then we went into the shower. Once there, we spent an hour scrubbing ourselves raw in an effort to get clean.

I made up my mind right then that I was going to leave, even if it meant going to jail. I'd finish out the day. I didn't feel like eating, but I'd need some sleep if I was going to leave. I tried to convince Trinket that she should come, but she wouldn't. As rotten as this life was, she felt at home in it now. Then too, if she went, and we were arrested, I could get in a lot of trouble because she wasn't of age.

CHAPTER TEN

I'd no sooner stuck my thumb out this time than a big, long-haul truck ground to a halt and offered me a lift. "I'll give you a ride to Barstow -if you make it worth my while," he grinned as he helped me get Hitler into the cab. "What do you have in mind?" I asked, pretty damned sure I already knew. "You," he said matter-of-factly. "Fair's fair." I smiled, spotting the highway cop who'd almost pinched me the last time, as he cruised by on the other side.

It won't always be this way, I thought. I won't have to fuck for rides too much longer. The driver didn't look like a weirdo. He just wanted to be able to fool around while he drove and have the chance to drain his cock in me. I let Hitler have the window and scooted over next to him. I'd found my bra before I left this time, so it wasn't quite as exciting for him when I rubbed my tit against his arm. It was still good enough to give him a hard-on, which really pleased me.

He wheeled the big rig back onto the highway, shifted a whole bunch of times, and made himself comfortable before he dropped a hand on my thigh. It sent tingles shooting to my crotch. If I kept heating up like I was, I wouldn't have a thing in the world to worry about. I was surprised that I didn't hate men after what I'd been through, but I didn't. I knew that they might be using me and didn't really care. The world was full of people using people for their own ends. I had a body that enjoyed being touched by men and I'd learned to use it to my advantage. Life, I had found out, could be hard enough without hang-ups. There wasn't any sense in making it rougher by feeling guilty about a silly little thing like sex.

The truck driver's hand fondled my leg before working up to my belly. I felt the stubby, strong fingers running over my jeans. It was pleasant. I didn't wait for him to unzip my pants. The thought of him struggling with that, while trying to drive the huge truck, was scary. I unsnapped them myself. Not only undoing the zipper, but working them to my ankles as well. I wanted to give him plenty of room to work on my cunt.

The big, barrel-chested man with tatoos and a dark complexion didn't wait to be invited. His fingers ran up my smooth; soft, inner thigh to my panties. He traced the outline of the elastic bands. He teased my naked tummy. His fingers strolled over the tight, powder-blue cloth covering my privates and dipped between my legs. I let him fool around without starting in on him. I didn't know just how horny he was and didn't want to waste his excitement on a quickie. I scooted as low as I could and just let him do all the work for the time being. It seemed better that way.

He knew what he was doing. He slid all four fingers up and down, across the crotch of my panties. Then he hooked the elastic band at the top of them and slid his hand inside. His fingers gingerly pinched and rubbed my cuntlips until they began to make my hole drip. He got my cuntjuice on his fingertip and drew it back up. It began to race around the top of my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasant chills shooting into my cunt. He was delighted when I began to squirm.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he chuckled. "Umm-hmm!" I grinned back. He rolled the heel of his hand on my pubic bone and slid his middle finger down. It dipped between my cuntlips and into my snatch again. I squirmed hotly as he curled the finger and hooked the upper opening. "Wow!" I gasped, as he applied pressure and his finger moved back and forth, rubbing my twat.

He slid his ring finger in too, opening my cunt wide. I felt a rush of air sucking into me. I wiggled at the temperature change. My pussy started drooling again and got all gushy inside. My passions rose as he diddled and I burned hotter and hotter. The sweet scent of sex rose rapidly as I simmered and burned. His fingers probed my soft, yielding cunt.

I glanced over and saw his giant prick making his loose pants rise like a tent. I was so hot now that it took a lot of will power to keep from fondling his prick. His fingers and hand looked odd, wiggling around inside the confining nylon of my panties. They were being hampered by the tight cloth. I raised up enough to roll them down. As I did, his finger slipped and went inside my cunt. It was still bent. I gasped with lust as his finger scraped my pussy.

The man chuckled. His finger pulled out of my box and began to pinch the buttons on my blouse open. I was going to help him, but quickly found that he didn't need it. My blouse was gaping wide within seconds. The twin mounds of my frayed, lacy bra stuck out, fully exposed. The man didn't waste any time. He ran a finger under the shoulder straps. He pushed them down onto my arms. I giggled hotly as he turned the cups inside out. My tits jutted provocatively. My nipples hardened as he lifted my tits out of the bra. The areolas crinkled in excitement and rose to diamond-hard stiffness. His hands rested against the bunched-up material of my bra. Then he started to worry the nipples with his fingertips.

I checked on the state of his hard-on and noticed a bead of cooze oil wetting his pants. I couldn't stand it any longer. My left hand snaked out and I scratched the damp spot with my fingernail. The man shivered with delight. I found his fly and worked hurriedly on his zipper. Suddenly I couldn't wait to have a cock in my hand. I needed to look at it, caress it, feel its warmth and ruggedness. I needed to thrill to its touch and the lush color of its sculptured head. I needed to smell the sweet, strong scent of his cum and taste the salty jizz.

He was wearing boxer shorts and it was easy to get his cock out. I wasn't disappointed. It was beautiful. The cockhead was red and already dripping. Its veins were rugged and prominent. It was seven inches long and powerfully stiff. I slid my fingertips lightly, like a feather, along the top and bottom of his prick, and watched as his prick bounced to my thrilling touch.

I kept this up for a long time, running my fingers first up and down, and then around and around the head. The more I played with his cock, the more my pussy drooled. It was wild. It was as if our nerves were tied together. Dipping into his pants again, I worked his balls out so they could share in my caresses. When I'd properly heated his cock, I scooted my butt over against Hitler. Resting on my elbows, I sank my mouth onto the man's delightful prick. The salty taste was wonderful. He was sweating and emitting his cum. I lavished the hot cock with kisses and ran my tongue over it. He reached over and caught one of my dangling tits and started playing with it. Both of us squirmed in heated passion.

I was as happy as a baby sucking on her mother's tit. It was like I'd gone without food for a long time. I could have gobbled the whole thing up without a second thought. That is, I could have, if I hadn't wanted to taste his cum and maybe have him sink it in my cunt. I ran his cock in and out of my mouth twice, just to savor the delicious taste. Then I took his prick out. Starting at the base of the beautiful thing, I ran my tongue up and down the sides, all the way around his prick. God, but it was nice.

His cock thrilled to every wet caress from my warm tongue. His prick pulsed and throbbed hotly against my tongue. I tickled his foreskin with the tip of my tongue and giggled as it bounced and more juice spilled out. His hand squeezed my breast, making me burn and turn all watery inside. I could feel the juices oozing from my hole and running onto my thigh. I forgot that Hitler had been trained to react to cuntjuice.

Both the driver and I were in for a surprise. Hitler was quick to pick up the aroma of heated pussy. I was concentrating on the glorious cock sticking lewdly from the trucker's fly. The man was paying attention to my tits and the road. Then the dog's cold nose pressed between my legs and I gasped. The driver glanced over and almost ran the truck off the road. "He usually do that?" the man gasped. "Sure-you want to watch him?" I giggled. He nodded.

That would be great. I could suck the big cock in my mouth dry and the dog could lick me off. I twisted so the driver could watch and still keep at least one eye on the road. I spread my knees wide and shivered as the broad tongue thrilled the entire length of my split. "Jesus!" the driver chuckled. "Yeah!" I breathed, and took his whole cock into the back of my throat. "Goddamn-sonofabitch! Watch out! I'll shoot off in your mouth if you keep that up!" the man choked, as he raised his hips to push it in even deeper.

"I'd like that," I mumbled, with the proud cock still in my mouth. The driver laughed as my words came out in a jibberish. He chuckled. I giggled and nipped his cock playfully, low on the hard cock. The big hand on my tit never missed a squeeze. The dog's tongue flicked and caressed my exposed cunt. It mashed and prodded my clit until I was a mindless piece of passion.

This was absolute heaven. There couldn't be anything better than a tongue on my pussy, a hand on my tit and a cock in my mouth. Unless it was another cock in my pussy as well. I seethed and boiled as I deep-throated him. The driver paid more attention to my wiggling and squirming than the road. Of course, the fact I was sucking him didn't help his driving any either.

He wheeled into a rest stop shortly after that and the three of us climbed into the bunk behind his seat and drew the curtains. The man knelt over my head and faced my cunt so he could watch Hitler. It felt weird to have the cock upside-down in my mouth and his balls resting over my nose. I couldn't see a thing since his giant balls were resting on my eyes.

Hitler got tired of licking my soggy cunt and crawled awkwardly on top of me. The driver was going crazy as he watched the big dog trying to crawl forward, to where he could fuck me in the missionary position. The doggie-dick drove hotly into my slick cunt and shot to the back of the canal. My pussy was tight. The big dog cock stretched and tore through me. Waves of searing pleasure pain rippled through my insides.

The cock in my mouth almost drowned me in its cum as the driver heated quickly toward his final super-spurt. A heady sensation gripped me as I climbed higher and higher, taking the two different cocks. The two of them wound my heated spring tighter and tighter as they rose to their own peaks. The driver came first. His glorious prick pulsed and throbbed. It danced around and beat my tongue half to death. His balls quivered against my eyes and then he let his cum spurt.

Great gobs of the wonderful juice filled the back of my mouth as the hard prick unleashed its fury. I swallowed time after time as fast as I could. I emptied sperm and spit into my belly over and over. He squeezed my tits, almost mashing them in his excitement. He raised and lowered his ass, letting the big prick run back and forth in my mouth until he had completely emptied it.

Shifting off my face, he sat and watched as Hitler drove me higher and higher. The ugly doggie-dick roared in and out, battering my pussy to a frenzied state of heat. We rose to our orgasm together. I bounced my hips back and forth. I rolled my cunt hotly against his surging loins. Then we were coming!

I found myself suspended for a long time in the delicious heaven of orgasm as he filled my cunt. When I'd finished, and the dog had gotten off, I cleaned up and the driver started selling me on an idea he had. He told me that he made regular runs through Barstow. It turned out that he knew a Madam who'd opened a classy whore house in the area and needed girls.

Every time the driver picked up a hitchhiker, who looked like she would like that kind of work, he'd drop her off at the house. I'd go over real big, because I was young, well developed, liked sucking and fucking and had Hitler. It would mean a lot of money for me. It wouldn't take forever to build up a nest egg. I'd have nice clothes, a nice room, good food, and reasonable working hours.

I didn't see how I could refuse. I needed money, I craved nice clothes and wanted to be able to travel in style. I was sick of being a drop-out and a hitchhiker. We got dressed and climbed back into the front of the truck cab. The driver started the giant truck and got us back onto the highway again. Suddenly the desert looked different. It looked beautiful. I was looking forward to my new job.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The desert was starting to get cold now as it turned to winter and I was thankful for the warm room of Mrs. Johnson's whore house. The deal I'd swung with the madam was special. I got paid more than any other girl in the house, except for the one who specialized in kinky sex, and my hours were more flexible than most of the other girls. Hitler had made it all possible. His broad tongue and big cock gave me the edge I needed. I quickly found that most men would pay the madam, and me, extra just to watch the dog fuck and suck me. Then they would leave a good tip when we were finished.

I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but it was a means to an end. It was only temporary and I knew it. I'd have my savings built up before the winter was out and then I could start over someplace fresh. The first couple of weeks were easy. I put on a show or two a night and made it straight with a few of the johns in between. We never had any trouble. Mrs. Johnson was paying the local cops off and had two of the biggest, meanest-looking bouncers I'd ever seen. Of course, with Hitler around it was even better.

Most of our customers were long-haul truckers and local Marines. They were nice enough and willing to pay for what they got. The only thing which really had the madam worried was the possibility of an accident or an unhappy girl, or customer, going to the paper and getting her shut down. So she made sure everyone was kept happy.

I probably would have spent the entire winter there and been fairly content if the other special girl hadn't gotten sick. The girl came down with the flu at one in the afternoon and Mrs. Johnson called for me. I'd use the other girl's room because of its location and soundproofing. There wasn't anything to worry about. I'd be paddled and expected to scream and cry for show. But the cords would be cloth and the only thing available to hit me with was a smooth ping-pong paddle. I'd get eighty percent of the take plus tips for any of those kinky tricks.

I turned her down at first. I didn't want to be spanked. I didn't like pain and told Mrs. Johnson so. But the woman talked and talked until I gave in. She needed help and I could always use the money. Besides, she promised to keep close tabs on the action while I was with that type of customer.

M normal room was on the second floor and the other girl's was in the basement, for atmosphere as much as anything. I helped the other girl up and got her bedded down in my bed, before moving the few things I'd need down to her room. The night started off well enough. I did my usual routine with Hitler and straight fucked a couple of times. Then, about midnight, a new customer came in and wanted to paddle someone. That someone was naturally going to be me.

My mind had been blown at the ranch. There wasn't too much I wouldn't do willingly, but this still made me nervous. If it hadn't been for the money, I'd never have done it. With visions of depositing enough with Mrs. Johnson to bring my balance to fifteen-hundred dollars, I dressed in my lacy; black bra and crotchless panties, a flimsy black garterbelt and black-mesh stockings. Taking Hitler with me, I went to my room and waited.

My customer was about forty. He was pale and fat with beady eyes. I smiled nervously as we gave each other the once-over and came to terms. Then Mrs. Johnson left us, taking the money with her. Hitler was anxious to get a piece of me and we didn't waste any time. I undressed as my customer leaned back in his chair smoking a cigar and watching. I removed everything but my garter belt and nylons before stretching out, on my back, across the bed. The man stared intently as I coaxed the big German shepherd between my legs.

The dog's tongue was delicious and soothing. The pink tongue flicked heavily across my cunt, thrilling and heating my cunt with each caress. My cunt-hole bubbled and drained its slick juices. The big animal lapped it up and slurped across my clit. I trembled with excitement. I squirmed happily and watched the man in the chair blush deeply as he started to sweat.

I had gotten so used to doing this that I became hot even under his watchful gaze. My nipples stiffened and pouted lewdly. My ass began to grind in circles. I squirmed beneath the dog's tongue. When I felt I'd put on enough of a show for my customer, and was hot enough, I rolled over and stuck my ass high in the air. Hitler backed off and got ready to pounce on my back. Everything was going great. I was so hot that a trickle of honey dribbled down my thigh and caught on the rim of my nylons.

The dog landed heavily on my back and danced forward. He'd gotten as good at this as I had. He hit my pussy with a single lunge. I gasped and clawed the bedspread. Half of it was acting and the other half was real. I had to please the customer, but I was super hot at that moment and had to please myself too. A real gasp slipped past my lips as the dog's meat crashed into my cunt. His hairy cock rubbed roughly against my cuntlips and the entrance of my pussy. I whimpered.

It felt great! So powerful-so good! I tossed my head from side to side, biting my lip. I wiggled my ass. I reached under myself and began to toy with my tits. "Oh God!" I moaned hotly, as the man in the chair licked his lips and stared at me with a strange sparkle in his eyes. Hitler increased his pace, grinding his hindquarters harder and harder. My cunt thrilled and trembled to his magical torture. Each stroke satisfied an itch someplace. Each thrilling stroke heated and fired me higher and higher.

It was so good-so very good! My tits seemed to swell to the touch of my fingers. The idea of having a customer watch and get his kicks from seeing me come made it even better. The thrill of the dog's pistoning meat blocked everything else out. Hitler climbing hotly toward his climax, his hindquarters jerking madly back and forth, and his slobbering tongue licking my back spurred me on. My pussy was so hot I could have lit a cigarette on it. I'd learned to time my climaxes to meet his and we were soon trembling and jerking madly. Our loins slapped together in an unbelievable blur of satisfying need.

"Oh wow! Oh! Oooh! Ooh God-yes! Oh! Oooh! I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Yesss…" Sweat was pouring from the man's forehead and running down his cheeks. He was so engrossed in what was going on that he didn't even notice the dribbles of saliva running from the corners of his mouth. Hitler slammed home with one last super-thrust and began to fill me with his jism. I sailed over the brink of my own orgasm and rode the roller coaster of release. Then I collapsed into a heap on the bed and the dog jumped off.

When I'd regained my composure, I rang for Mrs. Johnson. She came and took Hitler away. I would have liked to have him stay in the room with me. But I knew he'd attack the man the first time he raised the paddle to hit me. Hitler'd had his fun now, and I couldn't let him go around chewing up paying customers. Mrs. Johnson led the dog out. The man closed the door and made me lay on my stomach.

Mrs. Johnson had supplied him with the heavy cloth strips. I could tell he'd much rather had ropes or chains, but those left marks, so he was out of luck. The man had been alert and spotted the location of the emergency bell when I'd called Mrs. Johnson earlier. Now he tied my hands cruelly behind my back and rolled me over. Then he pulled my feet over my head and tied my ankles to the top rail of the old iron bedstead.

When he was finished, only my head, shoulders and tethered arms were on the mattress. My ass and pussy were in the air. I was entirely at his mercy. The bell was mounted on the wall, right behind the head of the bed, and I was tied so I couldn't reach it. I glanced down. My pussy still had dog cum smeared all over it. That seemed to excite the man even more. I stared nervously as he examined the paddle that had been left for him. He finally tossed it aside in disgust and left the room.

He came back in a few minutes with one of the water hoses off the washing machine. I began to struggle in desperation as he wedged the chair under the door knob. All of my inner warning systems were ringing now. It was too late. I couldn't free myself or reach the bell. He walked over to where I lay and dipped his finger into my cunt.

Backing off, he took out a pen knife and sliced the end off the hose. "Please…" I whimpered shakily. "You're bad-evil! I'm going to teach you a lesson!" he babbled. He stepped out of my line of sight. I heard a swishing sound. The rubber hit me directly across the cunt, in the center of my split. I screamed at the top of my, lungs. The pain was incredible! Blow after blow smashed into my exposed cunt and buttocks. He didn't stop until I lost control and pissed all over myself.

He licked his lips and undid my ankles, tying them to the foot of the bed. Then he picked up the paddle and smacked my right tit real hard. I screamed again. The paddle raised up and came down again! Time after time it raised slowly and swished viciously back down. My tits puffed up and my nipples started to ooze blood. The pain seemed to go on forever. The wild-eyed, slobbering man kept dancing around and around, striking me here and there. I gave up screaming, convinced that no one could hear me. Finally I passed out.

When I came around, I thought I was going to die. My whole body ached. I don't know what else he'd done to me but it must have been something. I opened my eyes for a second and saw that I was still in the room with the man. Only now the man was a corpse. His neck seemed broken, and his head was hanging at a weird angle, as he slumped in the chair beside the bed.

Mrs. Johnson and her two bouncers were talking. They had their backs to me and apparently didn't know I'd come around. "Okay," one of the men was saying. "We dump the dude in the desert. You want us to take the girl to the hospital?" “Can't," Mrs. Johnson sighed regretfully. "If she talks, we'll be shut down and go to jail. If you hadn't killed that clown we'd be all right. Now I can't take the chance."

"The girl's in pretty bad shape," the second man said. "Do any of the girls upstairs know what's been going on down here?" the madam asked. The men shook their heads. I fought desperately not to black out again, but lost. I heard the madam tell the two men to dump Hitler and me in the desert with the other body, and I opened my mouth to plead for mercy. The words never got out.

When I came around again, I was back at the old ranch. Trinket was wiping my sunburned brow and Hitler was curled up at my side. Trinket told me I'd been out of my head for two days. I asked what had happened and she told me that a prospector who'd been buying pot from us, and knew me by sight, had stumbled across me. I'd been dumped in a gully fifteen miles east of Barstow.

The man had gotten me into some shade and walked ten miles to a phone. He'd called a guy who acted as a go-between for Jack Rabbit in town. The guy had come out and brought me back. It took almost a month to regain my strength and get so I was ready to join in with everyone else again. When I was finally ready, I had Trinket tell Jack Rabbit I was ready to see him when he wanted. He sent word back that I could come over.

"Hi…" I said, standing nervously at the door to his office. "You gonna stay this time?” the leader asked coldly. I nodded. "Come with me," he said, motioning me to the back room. "Take off your clothes, Ginger." My stomach tensed. I was suspicious of any man now and I feared him. But I had no choice, I did as I was told.

I was naked, the man walked around me, weighing my tits, testing the softness of my nipples, pinching my ass, and pulling gently on my pubic hair. I stood frozen like a statue, praying he wouldn't beat me up for leaving the last time. He kept this game up without actually hurting me. He didn't say a word. I became so scared that my knees started to shake. Finally he pointed to the old mattress on the floor and ordered me to lay down.

I was so relieved over not being slapped or hit that I flew to it and threw myself down without reservation. He stood over me. My fear returned and I curled up, watching as he undid his wide belt. I didn't relax until he unzipped his fly, dropped his pants and tossed them aside. He was doing a strip-tease and it was fascinating to watch. His shirt came off. He stood, wearing only his shorts, as he stared down at me.

I watched as he slowly rolled the briefs down. He kept his monstrous cock hidden from view until the last possible second before letting it flop into view. It was a gorgeous thing, which hung half way to his knees. "Understand from Mark that you can't get enough of cocksucking. I'm going to let you suck all you want, baby. In fact, since lunch is just over, I want you to suck on my prick 'til supper. If you don't…"

I didn't need a second invitation for that. I hadn't had any sex in over a month. I was scared of men, but not because of sex. I just didn't want to be punished or beaten anymore. I still liked cocks and my long recovery had made me really want one bad. It would be wonderful to lay back and keep a cock prisoner between my teeth for as long as I liked. He had me roll over on my side. I lay so my pussy was in his face and he could fill my mouth with his prick. He tasted salty, dirty, and smelled of old sex and need.

In other words, he smelled like an animal. I hadn't minded that before. It was just that I'd gotten used to clean, well-cared-for pricks. What he lacked in cleanliness was more than made up for in strength and power. The first couple of strokes on his long cock tugged and stretched it to firmness. Then, without any further problem, I sucked it. He seemed to enjoy having me gnaw his cock like a bone. He didn't complain when I ran my tongue back and forth. I wasn't worried. He'd told me I had to keep it up until supper and I didn't want to wear myself out.

His head rested easily on my thigh and he took his time fingering my cunt and clit. It was such a nice change of pace to be able to take all of the time in the world. The cock in my mouth was so big I wondered if it shouldn't really belong to a horse instead of a man. It was discouraging to take so much into my throat and find that I still had at least three inches of cock left over.

The whole prick was well proportioned and his knotty veins were far more exciting than the ones on a regular-sized cock. The veins were so big and powerful I could almost feel the blood rushing through them. The hole in the end of his dick was large enough for me to get the tip of my tongue in. I cleaned the old sperm and fresh cooze oil away. He mashed his lips against my cuntlips and rolled them against each other cruelly. My belly began to feel warm and I felt the first wet.trickle of cuntjuice as it ran from my pussy.

His big balls lay across the bridge of my nose and the hair tickled my face. I wrapped my fingers around that part of his meat I couldn't get in my mouth. I rubbed it like he would, as if he was jacking off. The rest of the soothing cock simmered and boiled in my mouth and I lay there like a baby, sucking and sucking. His tongue found my clit at last and he started building me up to the first of several climaxes. I shivered and moaned. Every time I'd start to work faster, he stopped and made me go back to a slower pace.

He stuck his finger inside my cunt. My pussy made snapping sounds as I wiggled around on it. I felt him stretch my hole. I knew he could see way up, and was taking a look at my inner organs. His fingers left my pussy and started on my tits, leaving pussy juice on their soft sides. My snatch started to quake and tremble as I strained and soared through my first orgasm. I sped up again, only to have him order me to slow down. It seemed to me that it must take an awful lot of energy to keep his cock that hard for that long, especially since the heavy prick was so big. I did as I was told because I didn't want to piss him off.

I tested different things on him while I lay there enjoying myself. I discovered new ways to gum and nibble his cock that excited him. I found new and thrilling ways to twist my head and make him shiver. I discovered new ways to please a man with my fingers too. It was the most delightful way to learn about cocksucking. I only wished that he'd let me make him climax.

He made me peak three more times and had me built up to the trembling stage near a fifth orgasm when he suddenly pulled away and crawled on top of me. My ankles were yanked over his shoulders. He pressed them forward so that my snatch raised high and my knees pressed down on my tits. The head of his cock disappeared in my cunt. He was only able to get five inches in before it started to hurt. He knew what he was doing. He didn't go in deep. He was interested in watching his cock shoot in and out of my hole.

When it was -ready to pop, he let my legs straighten and fall back to the floor. He fell roughly on top. I felt his hairy chest scrape and mash my tits. I got even hotter and more excited than I had been before. His pelvis ground and slapped against mine as he battered and pounded away at my hole. I had delighted at the thrill of his lips, tongue and beard, without thinking how much more powerful and wonderful his meat would be inside my twat. Now it was filling my cunt.

My mind started to spin as he stuffed my cunt beyond capacity and fucked the living hell out of me. He fucked in and out to the back of the hole. Then he'd jerk back. In and out he thrust. Together we forgot everything and fucked mindlessly. We were like two animals locked in our intensity. His meat banged my twat with full force. He fucked both of us to our orgasms.

My belly ached with desire. My tits were on fire. My face was contorted and strained. My eyes were dulled as I stared sightlessly into space. I begged him to finish me off, before I lost my mind. Sweat dripped and soaked the mattress. I'd never been fucked that deep before. It was the most glorious feeling I'd ever had. He'd drive against me with such force that my battered cunt would almost suck his balls inside. Each thrust would lift me higher and higher.

He came down faster and harder, time after time. We drove to the very brink. We pulsated together. I rose to the electric thrill and radiated my glowing orgasm. My mind spun off into space. I hovered in heaven for several minutes, leaving my body nearly torn to shreds below. Then he finished filling my pussy with his giant load of hot cum. I'd come back home to stay.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The winter passed pleasantly enough. When it got colder we had to give up some of the more broken-down shacks and move in to the main ranch house to keep warm. I got so I even enjoyed the highs I got from pot and wine. I was still too square to try acid or some of the other things Mark and Tony brought back, but I got along with everyone in spite of my square attitude. I was outwardly happy and satisfied with my way of life, but there was always the thought of joining the real world again someday.

The first really nice day of spring started without the slightest hint of what was to follow. The sky was a beautiful azure. There wasn't even the wisp of a cloud. The aroma of spring filled the desert air. The ground was dry and the flowers in bloom. Trinket and I decided to go for a hike after breakfast chores. I'd had to tie Hitler up the night before because he'd been fighting. I was going to set him free and let him go with us.

The meal was almost over when we got the first hint of trouble. It came in the form of a low rumble in the distance, which grew steadily louder. I was sitting next to Jack Rabbit. He'd been my lover most of the winter. My old flame, Mark, sat across from us. I glanced up when I first heard the noise and saw all the blood drain from Mark's face. "They're coming! Goddamn it! I told you not to pawn off that bad stuff on them!" he choked, looking straight at Jack Rabbit.

"We'll talk our way out of it," the leader said confidently. "What bad stuff?" I asked innocently. "Ah nothing-we passed off some stuff for acid that wasn't. No big deal." "Except that we got paid a hell of a lot for it," Mark said shakily.

I had learned to accept the leader's judgment on all things. He said not to worry, so I didn't. Calmly finishing my meal, I ignored the roaring motorcycles which filled the yard outside. Jack Rabbit and Mark got up and walked onto the porch. The rest of us sat at the table and watched. There was an argument. It grew louder and louder as the leader of the motorcycle gang and Jack Rabbit shouted back and forth.

Then there was a deadly calm. I hadn't been able to understand the last few words either had said, because Tony was trying to get us to go out the back way with him. Then there wasn't any time. A loud explosion rocked the building. One second I was staring at Jack Rabbit's back and in the next instant his head disappeared in a spray of blood. Another blast followed and I heard Mark fall.

I started screaming and moaning. I stood there with my fist in my mouth and screamed so hard it doubled me up. The riders swarmed into the house. I remember catching a glimpse of Trinket as she was dragged out by three of the greasy men. Then I was grabbed by four others and carried away, kicking and screaming.

It had all happened so fast that I was in shock. I didn't really understand what was in store for me. I kicked and struggled as they carried me to one of the old shacks. I was hauled inside and dropped on the floor. There was no time to gather my wits and no way to escape. One of them grabbed me by the hair and jerked me to my feet. I squealed in pain. As I was pulled to my feet I could hear the screams of terror and pain from other girls over the fierce barking of the dogs.

I was shoved. I reeled into the arms of one of my captors. He grabbed the front of the old navy workshirt I was wearing. Holding onto one side, just below my tits, he shoved me viciously toward the boy standing in the other corner. I felt the buttons tear away. Stumbling into the boy's arms, I felt myself being hurled toward another. The rest of the shirt ripped open. The last remaining buttons shot, like bullets, across the room.

New hands grabbed my collar and my arms were yanked backwards as I flew toward someone else. I was nude to the waist when I crashed fearfully into another man's arms. His hands grabbed my tits and squeezed viciously before I was hurled to the next one. I was shoved, spun, pushed, thrown, and kicked back and forth between them for several minutes before someone ripped the front of my jeans open, ruining the zipper.

My tits felt like they'd been run through a washing-machine wringer. My pants were yanked to my knees and I stumbled headlong into the wall, cutting my cheek and scraping my arm and shoulder as I collapsed into a heap. I was jerked up and thrown to someone else. My panties were twisted. The waistband, which had been designed to barely cover my hairy triangle, was pulled down on one side, leaving one corner of my pubis exposed.

My legs were held close together by my half-masted pants. I stumbled awkwardly around the room, from boy to boy, as they mauled me. My mind was reeling. I was dizzy from the circle I was moved in and ached from pain and fear. I was knocked off my feet. My pants were grabbed by two of them and the garment was jerked away. I felt hands grab the top of my panties as I was pulled to my feet.

There was a surge of pressure against my belly as the material strained. I stumbled forward. Another set of hands clawed at the light fabric and I was hurled away. Someone else shredded it the rest of the way, leaving it to fall to my ankles. I fell flat on my face, skidding to a stop at someone's feet.

I was dragged up, completely naked, and spun around the room. I made circle after circle. Claw marks appeared on my tits, belly and ass. Trickles of blood oozed from some of the scratches. Patches of my pubic hair disappeared. Bruises showed up. I screamed, cried and begged for mercy until I lost my voice completely.

I was forced to my knees and slugged in the jaw. My eyes were swollen and puffy. I was barely able to see the boy in front of me as he pulled his zipper open and took his cock out. "Suck-and baby you'd best not bite!"

A hand grabbed my jaws with bruising force. My mouth was wrenched open and I felt my head being bashed into his pelvis. The cock shot in and hit the back of my mouth like a battering ram. It bounced off and drove into my raw throat. "Hey-let her do it! It'll be a lot more fun!"

I did as I was told. I couldn't do anything else. I wished they'd kill me and get it over with. I was dizzy, sick and hurt. But they had other ideas. The hand let go of my hair and jaws and went for my breasts instead. The iron-hard prick in my mouth stunk and needed a bath. It tasted acrid and repulsive. I wobbled my head back and forth on it so I'd get it over with as quickly as possible. The rugged veins on the side of the shaft didn't feel good this time.

The thin flesh that slid up and down the stiff joint, as my lips pressed tight, didn't excite me. The soft firmness of the meaty head didn't thrill me. It just hurt and humbled me. I took it because if I didn't they'd break my face up, not because I wanted to. The cock exploded. His slime poured down my throat and ran from my mouth. I wasn't even given time to wipe it away before another cock pressed between my lips.

The owner of this one wanted a deep-throat: He drove my head against his groin and held me there tightly. I almost passed out before he let me back off enough to get some air. Time after time he drove into my mouth that way: Each time he was rougher and harder. Each time he held my head until I was struggling frantically to get air. The others stood around and laughed.

Most of the terrified screams from other buildings had died away now, probably because the girls trapped there had lost their voices too. There had been several shots and most of the dogs had stopped their howling. Things outside seemed pretty quiet. There was only an occasional rasping cry from a girl and a painful whine from a dog.

When I tried to force my mind away from what was happening to me, it was even worse. Every time my mind wandered, Jack Rabbit's mangled, nearly headless body swam into view. It was better to stare into the open fly of a dirty pair of jeans than remember that.

The cock in my mouth was really turned on by punishing my throat. He reached the point where it demanded quicker and quicker strokes. I had longed for that moment. Now I found it was as bad as the suffocating slowness. The prick was long and my throat wasn't used to taking something that far down. He made me raw and it wasn't long until the pain became excruciating.

When he started to spurt his load, he pulled out and sprayed my face. I choked on the little bit he'd drained inside my mouth, and stared past streamers of jism hanging from my eyebrows. The next boy pulled his pants down. "Please…" I mouthed silently, unable to get more than a strange squeak out.

There was no mercy. The new cock was even bigger than the last. It was bigger than Mark's, bigger even than Jack Rabbit's! It had to have been twelve inches long and two inches wide. He almost dislocated my jaw as his prick slid to the back of my mouth. He had to ram hard even to get the mighty cock into my throat. I gagged and almost drowned on my own puke. Swallowing desperately, I managed to get the horrible, bitter-tasting vomit back into my stomach.

My jaws, already bruised and aching, started to burn with shots of searing pain. I wanted to pass out. I prayed to pass out! I knew they wouldn't stop until they'd done everything they planned. My only hope for relief was to black out. My mind refused to cooperate. It clung to consciousness much the same way it clung to sanity. I couldn't flip out and I couldn't pass out, even though I tried. All I could do was kneel there, letting them tear at my tits and rape my face.

My lips were numb. Finally, even my jaw, tongue and throat stopped feeling anything. It wasn't as bad then. My mind stopped fighting it. I sensed the cock in my mouth swelling. I tensed to receive the load of slime I knew was on its way. His spunk bubbled and clogged my throat. It backed up and coated the inside of my mouth. It even went up into my nose. I turned beet-red from lack of air and started to turn blue before he pulled his prick out.

My stomach rebelled. The force of my vomit shooting up from my stomach cleared my throat and nose. I emptied my tummy and lay in it, sucking air into my lungs. They let me regain my senses. Then they slapped me across the face and shoved the last of their pricks past my lips and along the top of my unfeeling tongue.

I was past feeling. I knew that some of their groin hairs caught on my teeth, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. I'd stopped caring. He ran in and out of my mouth for several minutes before finally releasing his sperm into my mouth and face. I was relieved that it was over. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die.

There was a break in the action. It was almost like they wanted to relax a little so when they started again it would be that much better. It worked on me too. I relaxed, thinking it was all over. I lay in a heap where they let me fall. Wave after wave of fear and tenseness left. I knew they might kill me now, but I was convinced that the worst was over. Then suddenly they grabbed me. At first I thought I was going to be taken out and shot. I didn't feel panic-just a feeling that I wished I'd turned out a lot different.

They dragged me through the door and threw me onto a rough wooden fence. I was draped over it with my ass high in the air. I began to wish they had shot me. They tied my hands to the bottom rail and I found I was just one of the three girls they'd done this to. We were left dangling over the fence while they gathered odd lengths of split railing which lay around the yard. When they'd gotten four lengths of it the same size, they laid them out, side by side so they formed a neat row.

Then they dragged the four remaining girls out of the shacks and to the row. Their legs were too weak to hold them and they fell. I watched as they were pulled to their feet. The rails were jerked up and smashed into their crotches and held there. I felt the girls' terrible agony as their eyes bugged open wide and they doubled up, clutching at their crotches.

The boys held them in place and tied their knees together so the rails would remain locked into place. Ropes were fastened to each wrist and left dangling there until all four of them were ready. Then a man got on each end of each rail, and lifted the rail and girls.

Two other guys took the cords fastened to their wrists and stepped out so that the girls were balanced. All of their weight rested on the sharp edge of the rails in their cunts. They were held up by the men on the sides. It was going to be a race. I could see a long, rough course marked out that would guarantee that the four girls would have their cunts completely ruined by the time it was over.

The man who'd shot Jack Rabbit held his shotgun in the air and pulled the trigger. The boys started off at a dead run. The girls bounced up and down on the splintery rails. I could almost feel them gouging into me, tearing my cunt lips and clit to shreds. It was horrible to watch them being ripped to pieces. Each time one of them lost their balance the boys on the side would let them tip and twist, but only so far, not enough to go completely over.

All four girls had passed out by the time they crossed the finish line and were tossed aside. The boys caught their breath and turned their attention back to the three of us. There were thirty of them. They lined up at one end and started down the line. My first attacker was the boy with the twelve-inch cock. He didn't go for my pussy. Instead he drove his dry cock between my asscheeks and into my asshole.

My mouth flew open and I screamed as he pushed deep into my bowels. My asshole burned and ached as if my rectum had never had a cock in it before. It was worse than when I'd been a virgin. His cock was so big and dry that it tore and pulled the sensitive ring, instead of stretching it. He didn't give the pain a chance to die away either. He just shoved in harder and harder, faster and faster. It took a couple of minutes before his meat became slick enough to move in and out without burning my sensitive asshole. Those two minutes seemed like an eternity. My muscles tensed so hard they locked for a few minutes. That just added to the bruising agony of the fiery torture.

I felt every stroke-every inch of his cock. There was no let up. He put a lot of his weight across my back as he jammed in and lifted. He was trying to hurt me as much as he could. The weight of his body drove the rail I was dangling across into my belly. After fifteen minutes of the painful humiliation I felt his cock start to swell. Then he was giving me a cum enema. He stepped away, wiping his shitty cock off on my long hair.

The next one drove into my cunt. His erection pushed past the cuntlips and into my cunt-hole. It wasn't as bad as the one which had just fucked my ass. I found it almost welcome by comparison. The boy shoved back and forth in heated excitement. He poked my tender cunt-walls. He ran his meat in and out. He ran it up and down. He drilled into me at odd angles until he finally dumped his load. As he pulled out, his cum joined the trail of jism already dripping from my asshole.

Man after man took me. I didn't grow numb for a long time, but just lay across the rail feeling every stroke of their brutality, every inch of their cocks. The last thing I remember was listening to Trinket, who was hanging next to me, babbling insanely and calling for her father.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I remember bits and pieces of the ride in an ambulance to the hospital. Then I guess they put me under with some pretty heavy medication because I slept for what seemed like an eternity. The story made it big in the papers and things started popping even while I slept.

The first visitor I remember seeing was Officer Bob Brandt, who visited me for a few minutes, brought flowers, asked for a date, and has been back many times since then.

My second visitor was Mrs. Johnson who brought my money and got me to promise to keep my mouth shut about her operation. The third visitors, all in the same day, were my parents. They'd been through as much hell as I had and it showed. I don't know how much they've changed but it appears a lot. They even met and liked Hitler. I don't know if I'll go home when I get out or what. After all, I have some money now and a date with a cute cop.

What would you do?

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN