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.