Walter Collins: Juicy young piece

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.

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.