Walter Collins - Juicy young piece

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.

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.