"Juicy young piece" - читать интересную книгу автора (Collins Walter)

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.