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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.