Walter Collins - Juicy young piece

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.

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."