Juicy Young Piece
by Walter Collins


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. 

I was so drunk on sex, that I started to giggle and felt even more wicked. I 
felt the rise toward a climax like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The 
tingling started deep inside, near the spot where the cocks touched at the 
end of each stroke. It grew and expanded. I could feel my tits becoming hot. 
The fiery, sexual tingles made my flesh turn bumpy as it flooded into my 
arms and hands, reaching my fingertips. My legs got weak and wobbly as the 
tingles shot downward like molten lava flowing clear to my toes. I trembled, 
my ass twitching and tightening. My head felt light and the blood was 
pounding and racing from the two mouths working on it. 

My cunt, as the girls called it, was a furnace full of boiling cuntjuice and 
burning pricks. Each stroke of their cocks wound me even tighter. The 
tingling stopped as it seemed to flow out of the muscles and across the 
flesh. Hot fire replaced the tingling in my veins and made my body seem to 
turn to fluid. I could feel the urgency increasing in the two men as it 
continued to climb in me. Their thrusts became quicker, longer and harder. 
Somehow they managed to keep their timing and I rose easily and smoothly, 
higher and higher. 

Their cocks started to throb and spew their jism into me and I exploded. 
Nothing existed except the melting, fluid pleasure inside me. I felt the 
bright, colorful lights instead of seeing them. I felt music instead of 
hearing it. I was released from the pleasure-pain of arousal and floated up 
and down, twisting and turning for several minutes before coming back to 
earth. 

The boys unplugged themselves and Jack Rabbit giggled. "Give her to the 
rest," he said and walked away. I felt the semen running from both my holes 
and flowing in a heavy river, down the insides of my legs. Mark helped me, 
half carrying, half shoving me toward the others. My knees gave out and I 
collapsed on the blanket. 

Suddenly boys and girls from all over were diving for me. I was crushed 
beneath what seemed to be a hundred bodies. There were hands everywhere. 
Hands on my tits, hands on my shoulders, hands poking my tummy and fingers 
probing my navel. There were hands pulling my slippery legs apart. There was 
a pair of legs wrapped around my face and I was almost suffocated by the 
draining pussy that pressed over my lips. 

Something slid up my ass and something else pushed into my cunt. At first I 
didn't realize they were cocks. Then it dawned on me that they had to be 
because they were too big to be anything else. I found a tit and my other 
hand a big, hard cock. Sweat dripped on me as did cum, spit and love juice. 
The air reeked with wine, pot, sweat, sperm, sex and crotches. I felt 
crushed and strangely free at the same time. I could hear the rasping of 
breaths, the mewing, gasping, grunting, whimpering and nervous giggles over 
the roar and crackle of the fire. The bodies sparkled and glistened 
strangely in the flickering orange light. 

The whole thing was strange. I rose toward a climax of a different kind. A 
feeling of electrical sex that crackled and popped as it shot through us, 
making a boy shoot off here and a girl explode there, but always building 
the whole group higher, toward one massive climax. The cock in my rectum got 
hot, expanded, jabbed forward as hard as it could and then filled my 
intestines with its white slime and pulled out. Another cock found its way 
and swam inside the now-stretched and loose passage. 

The cock in front made slow, almost hesitant, jabs back and forth. Because 
of the group sex all around us, the slow, jerky thrusts in and out against 
my clitoris excited and heated me. That made it even wilder. I could sense 
that I was a part of the group orgasm that was building. I began to tighten 
my ass cheeks and I heard a delighted squeal as it crushed the cock in my 
ass. 

The bushy cunt rubbing my face began to shiver and vibrate. I let go of the 
tit I had been massaging and worked my hand up, under my chin and poked a 
finger into a very wet and trembly pussy. The girl's clitoris shot out, like 
a hard worm, and I flicked it wildly with my tongue tip. I eased another 
finger inside and began to twist them. 

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. 

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. 

Chapter Four 

When I woke up, I was the newest member of Jack Rabbit's family. It took 
almost an hour to get all the dog jism washed away. I still felt real loose 
and found the effects of the pot and wine hadn't completely worn off. Tony 
and Mark were with me and the three of us had a riotous time in the showers. 
The two of them teased and washed me with their slippery and soapy hands. 

When I got out, Mark told me I wasn't to wear anything for the rest of the 
week. That wasn't going to be too bad. I'd gone nude earlier and no one had 
paid any attention. Besides I'd done such weird things in front of them that 
being naked couldn't matter. 

"You're going to be staying with me," Mark said, as we stepped into the 
bright day. "That's great!" I giggled happily. I liked Mark and felt that he 
liked me. We spent the rest of the day doing chores, talking and napping. I 
quickly learned to stay out of Jack Rabbit's way. Every time he spotted me, 
he yelled "Grope!" and a swarm of hands would feel and explore my body. 

I helped with supper, becoming friends with all the girls, especially 
Trinket. Little Trinket was so nice. She was only fourteen. She'd been with 
the commune for six months. The poor girl had run away when her father came 
home drunk, beat the shit out of her, and raped her. She was only five feet 
tall and the smallest girl there. When she found out what my father had 
done, we became fast friends. 

That night, at the camp fire, we sang and had a great time. The only 
humiliating part was when they made me get up in front and play with myself. 
Mark was sharing my blanket and was busy playing with my tits when I was 
ordered up in front. I didn't have to ask Mark before reaching for the wine 
bottle. I tossed off a couple of glasses real fast and left Mark's side. 

The orange, dancing light hid my blush as I rubbed my tits and nervously 
slid my hands between my legs. My knees were shaking and my hands trembled 
as I pulled my fur forest apart to expose my cunt. My pussy was already wet 
and sticky from playing around with Mark. I slid the middle finger of my 
right hand slowly down my split, over the crest of the rubbery little flaps 
to the entrance of my hole. Going through an emotional hell, I wet the tip 
of the finger in my juice and drew it back to my clit. 

At first I was so nervous that my pussy felt dead. I rolled my finger over 
my clit unhappily and stared at the people seated in front of me. I felt 
like dying and wondered if I could learn to like this kind of life. Then I 
noticed the glassy-eyed stare on the faces. 

Trinket had a grin of approval and seemed to be saying: You can do it-I did! 
Realizing that all the girls went through this, and knowing that I affected 
the boys, gave me the courage I needed. My pussy didn't flood all at once. 
Instead it warmed slowly, starting to drip only when it got hot enough. My 
fingers rolled the top of my clit. I pinched it between my thumb and 
forefinger. Then I rubbed the length of my clit through the fleshy hood. 
Leaving it for a few minutes, I tugged on my cuntlips and rubbed them 
between my fingers. I slid a finger inside my cunt and ran it up and down. 

The digit turned me on. I slid another finger in and pushed back and forth 
as I rubbed my clit with the other hand. My thighs began to tremble and I 
made little pumping motions with my pelvis. I giggled when I saw two of the 
younger boys actually start to drool. I found that it wasn't so bad after 
all. I bent a little and made my titties jiggle, egging the audience on. 

I'd never been much of a one for playing with myself. In fact it had been 
several years since I'd done it at all. The few times had been early in my 
teens. I'd been given such a nasty scolding by the priest, when I went to 
confession, that I'd stopped. It hadn't been anything that great and I'd 
learned, in the last few days, how minor it really was compared to the real 
thing. 

The heat in my cunt grew, bubbling and seething inside me. I felt my cunt 
walls grab my fingers hard a couple of times. A wave of release swept over 
me, and it was over. I withdrew my fingers and sat down to the applause of 
the others. 

We all headed for our shacks. Mark unrolled his sleeping bag and stripped so 
we could slide in together. "Oh! Your hands are cold!" I giggled as he put 
them on my ass and pulled me against him. He chuckled and rubbed his strong, 
hairy body against mine. I wrapped my arm around him and teased the hair on 
his balls lightly. His rod hadn't been stiff when we got into the bedroll, 
but it was starting to get that way in a hurry. I felt the meaty prick start 
to swell as it lay, tightly sandwiched against my beaver. 

I squirmed up an inch or two and opened my legs, allowing his erection to 
fall between my thighs. Then I closed them, trapping him there. He reached 
out and tilted my chin so he could kiss me. Our lips crashed together. His 
hands began to roam over my body, exploring my ass, my hips, my back and 
shoulders. I released his cock and rolled awkwardly onto my back so he could 
caress my other treasures. 

Without breaking our kiss, his hands continued stroking. They followed my 
shoulder right around and slid smoothly onto my tits. The flesh quivered and 
instantly turned to goose bumps. My nipples leaped forward and stiffened 
before he touched them. His other hand slid lightly across my flat, narrow 
tummy. He teased and drew circles around my belly button for a few seconds 
and then dipped lower and lower. He brushed the curly hairs of my pubic 
triangle. Cold shivers tingled through me and I felt my cunt getting wet. 

Our mouths remained sealed together. I slid my hand over and found his hot 
cock. It trembled to my touch and I felt even happier. The fingers on my tit 
found my nipples and tweaked them playfully, making them harder and harder. 
His other fingers were on the center of my cunt. He explored my inner 
cuntlips. I wiggled happily and let my thumb lightly stroke the head of his 
wonderful staff. 

Working my other arm free, I got my hand on his balls. I'd felt boys' 
testicles rubbing my chin and bottom, and I was curious about them. This was 
my chance to really get to know them. The little sack of leather was all 
crinkly and felt like my cunt petals. It was exciting to tease his balls and 
find out how fast they could squirt. 

The warmth that gripped my nipples seeped into the rest of my glands, up my 
tits. It wasn't long before my big tits were tingling. The heat in my crotch 
was different. It was hotter and far more demanding. The boy's fingers tired 
of messing with my cuntlips and made their way to my love-well. I tried to 
keep from squirming and found I couldn't. His fingers stretched my tight 
cunt-hole. 

He allowed his fingers to dip inside my pussy pouch. Once inside, he pushed 
and rubbed the soft walls of my cunt. I trembled and soaked his fingers with 
cuntjuice. His fingers went deeper and I could feel the heat waves and steam 
rising from my hole. The sleeping bag smelled of cum and sweat, and I knew I 
wasn't the first girl to share it with him. It didn't make any difference. I 
was with him at that moment and that was what counted. 

His cock was as hot as my pussy. I thrilled as it throbbed in my hand and 
dribbled its clear oil into my palm. I found myself yearning to take it in 
my mouth. Me, Ginger Lockes, who a week ago would have died if she'd seen a 
naked boy now wanted a man's prick between her lips. 

I held out for a couple minutes longer before finding that I had to kiss it. 
I had to suck on it. I had to taste his salty hardness. I knew that if I 
started sucking on his cock he'd have to eat my box. That made it even more 
exciting. "Let's kiss each other between the legs," I whispered, as we broke 
from our long kiss. "Sure," Mark chuckled. "We call it doing a sixty-nine." 

I blushed and happily wiggled around until my legs stuck out of the bag and 
my head was buried inside it. The strong scent of his need was almost 
overpowering. His crotch was hot. It felt like he had a fever as he pushed 
his stiff erection toward my face. My lips circled the drooling cockhead. I 
was as anxious to get it in my mouth as he was to have it there. I let my 
tongue shoot forward and wash the slippery stuff away. The tip of my tongue 
found his piss-hole. It pressed into the tiny opening to taste as much of 
the syrup as it could. 

My whole body trembled as his lips closed around my cunt. I writhed to the 
delicious touch of his strong tongue. Then his fingers worked between the 
crack at the bottom of my ass. I felt his fingers explore every part of my 
shit-hole. I wiggled to the burning pleasure as it burned inside my dark 
passage. I nibbled on the pulsing head of the prick for a second. Then I 
swirled my tongue around and around as I tugged gently on his balls. Having 
some idea of what he liked, I opened my mouth. Pushing my head closer and 
closer and closer to him, I took more of the prick in. 

When I had my jaws as wide as they would go, my nose was rubbing his pubic 
hair. I drew back, blowing lightly. He trembled violently and tensed, 
waiting for me to do it again. I didn't disappoint him. Tightening my lips 
around the shank, I pushed down and gave him as tight a fit as I could. His 
cock rode smoothly back and forth along the top of my tongue. I let it reach 
all the way in and drew back, glowing inside with the satisfaction of making 
him happy. 

His tongue left my cunt and circled my swampy opening. I shivered as the 
soft, strong instrument dipped inside and tasted my juices. It warmed and 
thrilled the velvety interior of my snatch. It delighted the nerves and made 
the blood pound through the thin walls. The wonderful tongue unleashed the 
fires in my body and flooded my insides with the molten lava of need. I 
tightened my asscheeks around his finger and pushed my twat tightly against 
his face. I felt his nose as it was mashed against my clit. The coarse hair 
of his mustache excited my cuntlips and sent new shivers shooting through 
me. 

I began to moan in need. I knew by the trembling in his loins that it wasn't 
going to take much more for him either. His free hand found the zipper on 
the side of the sleeping bag and worked it down in short, hasty jerks. He 
pulled away from me, quickly popped his finger out of my asshole and spun 
around. "You get on top!" he gasped as he scooted down on his back. I 
straddled him and lowered my cunt toward his jutting cock. Taking it in my 
hand, I guided it toward my dripping cunt. He gasped as I got his cock just 
inside my cunt entrance and then dropped-spearing myself on it. 

"Oh Jesus!" he moaned. I bent forward so my tits dangled and swayed just 
under his chin. He grabbed them. I felt his thumbs press in. My nipples 
pointed toward each other. He released them before the pressure became 
painful. He pushed out with his fingers and the nipples pointed away from 
each other. I moaned in ecstasy. The cock that was probing deep inside me 
felt so good. It pressed hotly against my cervix. I decided to try something 
as I raised up. 

I made my hips move in circles. He whistled in appreciation. My hips made 
more circles as they screwed back down again. His cock jabbed happily into 
my womb. Then I wiggled and made a complete circle around his cockhead. He 
squeezed my tits so hard he almost bruised them. "My God-where did you learn 
that?" he gasped. "It's a secret weapon," I giggled back as I shot down 
again. 

It felt so good I had to speed up. My whole body was on fire. His cock was 
pulsing, my clit was vibrating and we were both glassy-eyed with need. I 
lowered my whole body so I could fuck like a man. My tits flattened in his 
hands and the soft flesh oozed around his fingers. I'd never been on top 
before but knew exactly what to do. My ass tightened and jabbed back and 
forth. Remembering the dogs, I moved my pelvis as fast as it could. 

Mark let go of my tits and my hot nipples mashed against him. His fingers 
raked my back until they almost drew blood. Passion and aching need boiled 
through us, consuming our bodies as we raced blindly, higher and higher. 
"Oh! Oooh! Ooooh yes!" I panted, the sweat pouring off me. "God damn that 
feels good!" Mark gasped as we rode higher and higher. 

Then we were coming. We were coming together and it was wonderful. I soared 
through it. Mark tensed his hips, raising me clear off the ground, as he 
started to fill my cunt with his cum. I sank down on top of him, completely 
exhausted. He gripped my shoulders and rolled me over. It seemed he had 
different ideas about being finished. Slowly, stroking just enough to keep 
his hard-on, he allowed us to start another build up. 

This time it wasn't as consuming as when I had my tits and ass warmed. But 
it was more intense. His cock heated my cunt, and made the need feel more 
important. The long cock threatened to go limp for a second as he rolled on 
top of me. But it regained its power on the down stroke and stayed solid. I 
smiled as I felt the froth of his whipped-up cum bubble and trickle out of 
my cunt. It made a lewd, squishing and popping sound. I felt it wet my clit 
and asshole, making them thrill to the slipperiness. 

My ass pounded against the hard ground. I didn't mind it. It made his prick 
go deeper than it would have otherwise. The downy bedroll gave me just 
enough buffer to keep any rocks or lumps from bruising my tender skin. 
Remembering how much my corkscrewing had done for him, I tried to move my 
ass again. It was harder this time. I wiggled more as we got hotter. I 
mashed my tits into the hair on his chest and let it caress my nipples, 
exciting them and getting them to rise. 

We rose higher and higher together. He continued to take his time, creating 
a giant, hot ache in the pit of my pussy. He made me wish he had a six-foot 
cock so he could shove it clear through me. I wanted him to fuck every place 
that was beginning to twitch with desire. I wet my lips and clamped them on 
his neck. I bit him softly. At last I was rising to the point where I would 
be climbing the lovely mountain of satisfaction again. He sped up, fucking 
into me faster and harder. My ass smacked the hard ground, taking the jolts 
as they fucked into me. 

It felt like he'd jammed his entire leg inside my cunt as he swelled and 
trembled, ready to fill me for a second time. I tensed and waited as I 
hovered on the brink of my own release. In one last, glorious roar he drove 
down. He filled my pussy with jism again and I soared. I bit my lips from 
the intense joy that filled me. I lay securely beneath him and let the 
pleasure-pain of our sex die slowly and happily. I felt like a complete 
woman-a satisfied woman. 

We lay coupled together at the crotch and bathed in sweat, for a long time 
before he rolled off. "Suck me," he ordered. I twisted around without 
question and took his limp, wet, prick in my mouth. My tongue began to clean 
his cum and my cuntjuice from it. My pussy was draining. Mark moved me into 
a position where he could catch the mess in his hand. When he'd got the most 
of it, he took his cock from my mouth and made me clean his palm. I licked 
it clean. 

Mark reached for his pants and a joint. He handed me a cigarette, and we got 
high together, before falling to sleep. I guess I could excuse the way I 
acted by saying that I wasn't given time to think. It was true. But I should 
have known better. I shouldn't have let it happen. I'd only been away from 
home for two days and already I'd done things which shut me completely away 
from the past. I couldn't go back now-even if I wanted. As I lay naked, in 
Mark's arms, warm and secure, getting high, it didn't bother me. In my 
fogged condition I thought I was finding out what life was all about. I 
thought I was growing up. 

Chapter Five 

Two days of routine passed. Mark spent most of his time away from the ranch. 
He sold and bought drugs-something I was against but came to accept as a 
necessity. I got used to being naked. The third morning after my initiation, 
Trinket skipped in. She was all excited. She'd found out that one of the 
girls was going to leave that morning. The girl had told her she'd give me 
her dog, Hitler. So right after breakfast Trinket and I raced over to talk 
to her. Yes, she was leaving and I could have her dog. Trinket and I were 
delighted. 

As soon as we finished our chores, we took the dog and climbed the winding 
paths to our favorite hiding spot on a hill overlooking the ranch. Trinket 
pulled out the blanket we'd stashed there and spread it between the rocks so 
we could sit down. 

Hitler was a handsome German shepherd. He was a mixture of brown and black, 
kinda salt and pepper. He had a very intelligent-looking face and warm brown 
eyes. We hit it off immediately. I started by rubbing his ears and 
scratching his neck while he licked my hand and wagged his tail. 

Trinket and I played with the big dog for almost a half hour. Then Trinket 
got a wicked gleam in her eye and ran her hand along the sitting dog's 
belly. Hitler flicked his tail happily. As we talked, Trinket moved her hand 
lower and lower until her fingers rested on his big cock. I hadn't been 
paying much attention to what she was doing and didn't notice anything 
unusual until the dog rolled onto his back so she could get a better grip on 
it. "Trinket!" I gasped, staring at the big dog's hard-on. "Look how big it 
is!" Trinket exclaimed as she stroked the sides of the dog's cock. 
"Trinket-you shouldn't!" I said. "Didn't you like it when the dogs did you?" 
"Yeah-but..." "Well then? Here-give me your hand." Reluctantly I held out my 
hand and let her take me by the wrist. Hitler's cock felt nice. It was 
smooth and slick. Memories of the chicken coop and how wild it had been 
flooded through my mind. "Why don't you see if he'll lick your pussy?" 
Trinket giggled. "Mary Ann said she'd trained him to do all sorts of 
things." 

I didn't think it was a good idea and refused at first. Trinket kept 
badgering me until I finally gave in and knelt with my furry cunt over his 
snout. Mary Ann, the girl who'd given him to me, was right. He was trained. 
Well trained! The dog's nose touched my warm cuntlips and snorted. His 
tongue flicked out an inch and touched my clit. I gasped. From then on, it 
got better and better. Trinket rubbed the dog's tummy and teased his cock 
enough to keep him worked up while I knelt there trembling to his touch. The 
strength of his big tongue was unbelievable. He would start at the base of 
my ass, and with one broad swipe of his tongue, touch every part of my 
pussy, from the pisshole to the top of my clit. The dog's tongue stroked my 
cunt from the bottom to the clit, wetting and teasing my cuntlips. It was 
impossible to keep my pelvis still. 

Hitler's tongue bore into my hole when I spread my hairy split. I whistled 
and moaned, barely able to believe that a tongue could do that to me. I 
reached up and pulled my cuntlips apart so he could draw his tongue over my 
piss-hole and tickle my clit. The dog was something else. I was on the verge 
of losing control before he touched my clit. When he did that, I became his 
slave. 

Trinket unbuttoned her jeans and worked her hands in her crotch as she 
watched the effect the animal was having on me. The walls of my cunt let the 
love oil ooze from the tiny pores and trickle from the opening between my 
legs. I was hot. Oh God, was I hot! The dog's prick was bouncing. Trinket 
giggled with delight. 

My loins were on fire. It felt like someone had shoved a bunch of hot coals 
up my snatch and they were burning deep in my belly. My ass was trembling. 
My stomach was boiling. My thighs were rippling. I kept moving my hips back 
and forth like I was fucking a human cock. "Feels good-doesn't it?" Trinket 
giggled. "Umm-it sure does!" I sighed happily. 

Pressing the little hill just above my clit, I forced the hood back enough 
that the little bump was completely exposed to the dog's hot, wet tongue. 
"Oh-oooh my God!" I whimpered as he found it. I thought I would faint or 
piss all over him as he began to lick it hungrily. Each caress became 
stronger and stronger, making me wiggle and squirm uncontrollably. His lower 
jaw touched the opening of my heated pussy. I felt his chin whiskers rubbing 
the super-sensitive flesh and the dog's teeth poking against the upper wall 
of my cunt. I yearned to force my pussy down onto the jaw but knew I'd hurt 
him or get bit. 

It felt so good that I lost all control of myself. Scooting off the dog's 
face, I barely made it to the edge of the blanket before I started to piss. 
I kept my legs spread as the stream of piss shot into the dirt. I couldn't 
help myself. The piss hit the dry dust and spattered mud on my thighs. It 
mixed with the streams of cuntjuice that had already run from my pussy. The 
final few squirts trickled over my fingers and down my legs instead of 
shooting out away from my body. When the last of it ran down my leg, I 
scurried back to the dog again and let him wash my cunt clean. The break had 
cooled me a little, but it only took seconds for the brute to work me back 
to a pitched frenzy. 

Trinket's eyes glazed. I watched as she squirmed restlessly from the action 
of her hand inside the crotch of her pants. When she let go of Hitler's 
dick, I reached down and took over. Wrapping my fingers around his ugly, red 
joint, I used my other hand to work on his balls. He was really nervous at 
first, but settled down when he discovered that I wasn't going to hurt him. 
The dog acted almost human and nervously writhed to my touch. His cock 
throbbed and trembled against my fingers. 

Unable to stand it any longer, I got off the dog's face and threw myself 
across the blanket next to him. He struggled to his feet and came up beside 
me. Wiggling his entire rear end, he affectionately licked my face. I pushed 
his nose down so he could do it to my tits instead. He was eager to jab his 
prick between my legs and was getting impatient. His tongue trailed across 
the side of my tit, making it tremble and boil in need. I ran my hand down 
between his legs and started drawing my fingers back and forth along his 
trembling canine cock. 

His tongue slapped my nipple and it leaped to full attention. I groaned. He 
nibbled on the little brown pap and it became so stiff that it drew the 
areola into a steep extension. He left my tits, slapped my belly with his 
tongue a couple of times and waddled around, positioning himself between my 
thighs. He ran his tongue the length of my crack, then raised his head and 
woofed. 

I wiggled hotly under his wet kiss and waited. He did the same thing again, 
backing off just a little and growling impatiently. I made him wait a few 
more minutes before giving in. Finally, unable to hold out any longer, I 
coaxed him on top of me. I got Trinket to put her legs under me, to raise my 
hips, so he could get a better shot. I felt his dangling cock bounce against 
my ass. He changed his angle of attack and hit the side of my hairy cunt. 
His next jab almost hit the mark. I adjusted myself to meet him. 

The idea and thrills of fucking an animal were still completely new to me 
and I was nervous. The giant dog cock shot past my cuntlips so fast and hard 
that I squealed in surprise. Hitler's head fit between my big tits. I pushed 
them together so his snout was forced to rub and caress them. The big dog 
cock smoothed out every wrinkle inside my cunt with each lunge. He slammed 
into my cunt and jerked back. I licked my lips. My eyes rolled. He was far 
from gentle, but man did it feel good! My cunt stretched and moistened. The 
fur-ring, at the base of his cock, ground against my opening. His taut balls 
rubbed my ass and his hairy chin excited my tits. It was almost too much to 
bear. 

Trinket giggled with delight as she watched the dog fuck me. Hitler drove 
into me with so much force I thought he was going to fuck my entire cunt 
into my belly. It hurt and thrilled me at the same time. It was so strong, 
so primitive, so powerful! I couldn't think of anything but that wild dog 
cock, hammering in and out of my cunt for all it was worth. I looked into 
the dog's eyes and noticed that they weren't focusing. His tongue hung from 
the side of his mouth and he was completely wrapped up in the pleasure my 
pussy was giving him. 

Trinket, who had just masturbated herself to an orgasm, was rubbing her tits 
with one hand and trying to work her hand back inside her pants, so she 
could do it again. I was nearly out of my mind with the shooting thrills 
that were boiling inside me. My body wound tighter and tighter as the 
bubbling heat burned deeper and deeper. My pussy juice was pouring so fast 
that his cock was making funny squishing noises. My nipples rose like 
pyramids, and the heat between my legs felt as if it would blister the skin. 

The dog had started at a fuck pace I couldn't believe possible. It was 
mind-boggling to realize that he was actually going faster and faster as we 
went along. His hindquarters danced and stuttered back and forth with 
tireless speed. My ass tightened and relaxed. It was a pitiful attempt since 
there was no way for me to begin to keep up with him. The pressure inside my 
pussy continued to rise higher and higher. He was making me soar to unheard 
of heights as he continued to fuck my cunt. It was all so good that I 
thought I was dreaming. 

Then I felt his cock smash into me harder than before. He withdrew his cock, 
until it was dangerously close to coming out, then roared forward. Even the 
tip of the fur-ring went inside. I knew it wasn't a dream. My legs began to 
flail and Trinket had to duck to keep from being kicked. My hands tore at 
the blanket until it bunched up around me. My head rolled from side to side. 
My eyes refused to focus and I bit my lip so hard it drew blood. Every cell 
of my body itched with need and was satisfied. 

The first stream of semen shot from Hitler's canine cock. I arched my hips 
and held him inside me as the yellowish cum found space between my cunt 
walls and his snug-fitting dick. It overflowed. It squirted from my cunt and 
splattered on Trinket's jeans. My whole body seemed to float. I was set 
adrift in a river of cum and sexual release. My breath came in rasping sobs 
as I hung in the limbo of orgasmic bliss. Then slowly, ever so slowly, I 
sank back. The German shepherd drained the last of his semen inside my 
satisfied cunt. Freeing himself with a splashing pop, he waddled away to 
piss on a bush. "Wow!" Trinket breathed when she saw that I was back in the 
real world. "Yeah!" I purred happily. 

"Let me clean you up," she grinned, getting her legs out from under me. I 
agreed, thinking she was going to wipe me off with a rag. Spreading my legs 
to their extremes, I exposed my swollen cunt to her, and closed my eyes. 
Suddenly my eyes shot open wide. She was running her tongue up and down my 
battered cunt, licking it clean. "No!" I moaned. "Yes!" she gurgled and 
continued. 

I couldn't hack the thought of her cleaning me that way. I couldn't accept 
the fact she was doing it. Her tongue explored each of my petals and I 
wanted to vomit. "Look," I said, pushing her head back. "If you want to eat 
me-that's fine; I'll let you. But let me wipe myself off first! I can't have 
any fun knowing that you're wallowing in dog cum!" 

She nodded, a little disappointed, but still happy that I was willing to let 
her make love to me. I staggered to my feet and squatted a few feet away 
from her so the dog slime could drain from my cunt. When I'd dug the last of 
it out with my fingers, I wiped as clean as I could, and went back to the 
blanket. 

Trinket had pulled her pants off and was waiting for me. I fell onto my back 
and she pounced on top, squatting over my face. I flicked out and teased her 
little labia with my tongue. She giggled hotly and lay on top of me. My cunt 
was almost numb from the exciting fuck the dog had given it. I didn't think 
she was going to make me have another orgasm and wasn't worried about it. 
She was hot from watching me and I thought it would be great if I could help 
her. Her cuntlips were sticky and smelled strongly of sex and sweat. I 
wrapped my lips around the inner folds and sucked. She squirmed and purred, 
rolling her cunt against my face. I held her cunt tightly between my teeth. 
Her little tits were pressing against my naked belly and I felt her nipples. 

My tongue found the top of her cunt and pushed under the tightly drawn hood 
to her clit. She squealed. I flicked my tongue around and over it. She 
moaned as it took her breath away. Circling her hips with my arms, I pried 
her ass apart and began to tease the tight little pucker with the tip of my 
finger. She drove her hips into me so hard she almost bloodied my nose. 

The little girl's cuntjuice started to drain from her honey pot and dribbled 
onto my nose. I was really helping her and that thrilled me. Applying 
pressure against her asshole, I drove my finger inside the powerful ring of 
muscles. I felt her hands as they tore desperately at her blouse. She opened 
it so she could rub her little tits against the flesh of my warm belly. 
Letting go of her inner cuntlips, I pulled her twat open with my fingers. 
Then I shoved my tongue as deeply into her pussy as I could. "Oh-ooh-oooh 
yes! Yes! Yes!" she choked, forgetting to work on my cunt. 

I swirled my tongue around the inside of her crimson cunt. She clung to me 
as if her life depended on it. I rubbed my finger in and out of her 
foul-smelling asshole and ground my chin against her clit. Her wet cuntlips 
clung to my chin as I worked. Her syrup dripped onto my tongue and ran into 
my mouth. Her nipples rubbed against me and she lay there basking in my 
excited tenderness. 

Hitler strolled over and rudely poked the girl's ass and my fingers with his 
cold nose. Trinket jerked a little. I popped my finger out of her shit 
chute, making her fart. Hitler snorted and backed up. Then with me still 
holding her cheeks open, he slapped her rectum with his tongue. She moaned 
with lust as the thrill jolted through her body. I pulled my tongue out of 
her cunt, and left both holes to the dog, so I could concentrate on her 
clit. The dog made broad, happy swipes, cleaning her pussy entrance and her 
asshole with each stroke. When my tongue tickled her clitoris, I found it 
was vibrating with heat. 

She felt like she was running a fever of a hundred and six. She was sweating 
and trembling in need as the two of us worked her over. I could sense that 
she was rising toward an orgasm. Her tremors got more violent. I could feel 
her heart pounding as it made her girlish tits pulse almost as hard as her 
cunt. 

I opened my eyes and found myself staring into her winking hole. It was 
really strange to watch the muscles open and close-strange and satisfying. I 
felt her thighs tightening around my head as she gripped my ass. If she'd 
had long fingernails, I would have had the skin gouged completely off my 
asscheeks. Her cunt ground and battered my face as she began to tremble and 
strain toward her climax. She stiffened and held it. She broke down, 
sobbing, "Daddy, daddy ... why?" 

My heart nearly broke as she clung to me in her desperate need and longing. 
Tears ran down my cheeks and I brushed them away so I wouldn't embarrass 
her. I gathered up the blanket and put it away as she got back into her 
clothes. Then we started for camp because we'd be expected to work in the 
kitchen. 

Chapter Six 

Tony joined Mark and me after the camp fire. When I complained, Mark told me 
that Jack Rabbit was afraid I was falling in love and just wanted to make 
sure I knew that I belonged to the group-not any one guy. The commune leader 
had been right. I was falling for Mark and I wasn't happy about having to 
share him with someone else. I decided to play it cool. If I didn't, Jack 
Rabbit might think about it and assign me to one of the other men. Then I 
wouldn't get Mark at all. I could always leave. I'd seen others do that, but 
I had no place to go. 

The two boys undressed and zipped their sleeping bags together. Tony got 
under and made me crawl in head first. I took his cock between my lips 
without being asked. I squirmed, almost forgiving him as he buried his face 
between my legs. Air was scarce inside the bag. I had two men crowding 
against me, which didn't help. The bag, which already smelled, was stifling. 

Tony's cock was huge, stiff and salty. The whole scene was strange. It 
wasn't like making it alone with Mark. Tony's prick didn't soothe me like 
Mark's. Maybe it was because I sensed that Mark cared. Tony didn't. All he 
was interested in was filling my mouth with his cum and I knew it. Mark's 
prick rubbed against my back bone and his hands rubbed my tits. Tony licked 
my cuntlips and I wrapped my legs around his head. I pulled the cock out of 
my mouth and began to lick it like an ice-cream cone. Working one hand 
between our bodies, I found his balls. 

I felt Tony's legs tense and knew I was getting to him. Mark moved one leg 
so it raised the top cover and let some fresh air in. With clean air to 
breathe it was easier and I slowed down. I stopped running my tongue the 
entire length of the rigid prick and began to draw light little circles on 
his glans. The cock in my hand shivered with unexpected delight. Mark 
started chewing on my ass. He didn't bite hard. Just enough to make my whole 
ass tingle. I straightened my legs, giving him more ass to chew on. I 
started to boil. 

Mark's cock was drooling against my asscheeks, demanding attention. I tried, 
but couldn't reach it. He kept his hands on my tits, teasing and rolling the 
nipples between his fingers. Mark tired of having nothing more than my ass 
and tits to play with. I felt him let loose of my jugs and slide up. Tony 
pulled his head away from my cunt as the wet tip of Mark's prick pressed 
between the cheeks of my ass. I squirmed with anticipation as he pried the 
muscles apart and the cock found my tight anus. 

The cock was attacking me from an awkward angle. Mark had to drive down, 
toward his feet, instead of up. It took longer for him to force his erection 
into my taut asshole. I felt the crinkled ring stretch and give. His crimson 
head pushed in. It paused, just inside, then it slid slowly into my 
intestines. I'd been fucked this way several times now and it didn't hurt 
anymore. It just burned nicely, applying pressure to my insides and making 
me crave more and more. The minute Mark was all the way in, he forced me to 
roll over on my back. My ass ended up resting on his thighs. I kept my head 
to the side and didn't stop working on Tony. He began to tease my clit and 
fur-pie with both hands. He was good at that. His fingers brushed lightly up 
and down the short hairs on either side of my split. He trailed up and down 
my clit and inner cuntlips. He brushed them sideways, then back and forth. 
He drew circles on the top of my clit cowl. He dipped the honey from my 
cunt. He hooked the very top of my deep crack with his index finger and 
tugged on it. 

Mark wasn't idle either. He eased his cock in and out by holding my legs and 
moving them around Tony's magical hands. My ass moved from side to side and 
rolled up and down, just enough to stroke his cock. I wrapped my mouth 
around Tony's cock again, trapping the crimson head between my teeth and 
working it over with my tongue. I washed it. I cleaned the river of oil from 
its tiny entrance. Then I opened my jaw so it could slide further into my 
mouth. 

Keeping my lips firmly clamped around its base, I nibbled and gnawed lightly 
all the way along the top and bottom, as his cock sank deeper. I could tell 
by the way the boy's body was tensing that I was driving him nuts. Mark 
wasn't doing so bad himself. He was exciting my ass and filling my pussy 
with a growing pool of cuntjuice. My jaws opened as wide as they'd go as I 
sank all the way onto Tony's meat. My nose pressed against his balls and my 
lips snagged his curly pubic hair. I moved my head in a circle and heard the 
boy gasp with pleasure. "Oh Jesus!" he moaned as I did it again. 

I pulled back and filled my lungs with hot air. Reaching up, I held the flap 
of the sleeping bag for a second, filling the bedroll with a fresh supply of 
air. Then I pulled his hips back toward my face, driving his prick into my 
throat. Mark moved my legs, and my pelvis rolled and ground against him. His 
balls rubbed my ass. Tony's fingers scraped and rubbed my cunt, followed the 
movement of the cock in my asshole, making me climb higher and higher. 

My back ached and my neck strained, but I wouldn't have stopped for 
anything. I felt Tony's pulsing cock lodge in my throat. I shook my head up 
and down several times to excite his prick. Tony lowered one hand to my ripe 
tits. I sighed and purred as he pressed my nipple into the fatty part of my 
tit. I ignored the ache in my lungs and continued to suck the cock in my 
mouth. Tony's legs were tensing and felt like heavy steel bands beneath my 
face. His balls were quivering and the muscles were pulsing between his 
hairy ass and stiff cock. I could feel his prick swelling and growing 
longer. Then it began to really throb. 

He surged forward. I gobbled up another inch of hair and flesh. The 
shivering boner erupted, spurting its seminal fluid into me by the bucket 
load. I felt the throbbing purple veins as they scraped my cheeks. The 
yeast-flavored slime slid down my throat. It clung to the walls of my throat 
like snot. It blocked my throat for a few seconds. The rest backed up. It 
squirted around the swollen prick and flooded my mouth. I ran out of air, 
choked on the jism, and came up for air. Leaning on my elbows, I coughed and 
sputtered while he drained his last bit of cum onto the cloth under me. 

As soon as I'd swallowed the sperm and spit, I sank back. I picked up the 
shrinking cock and started to clean it with my tongue. Mark was still 
working on my rectum. Now that Tony was satisfied, I could concentrate on 
the prick inside my ass. I quickly found I could tense my lower muscles. It 
made my asshole slide up on the staff as well as squeeze it. I'd sink back 
when I relaxed. The boy gasped and shook as I started. Having discovered how 
well it worked, I kept at it until I grew too tired. Tony fingered me and 
toyed with my curt and tits. I was seething and boiling in heat. 

In minutes I found all my thoughts and feelings centered on my need and the 
prick poking at my tender bowels. I can't describe how wonderful my need was 
at that moment. It was like being trapped in a whirlpool of delight! I was 
drowning in excitement! Mark was feeling it too. His thighs turned to steel 
under me. His fingers gouged the skin of my calves and bruised the muscles. 
He was panting loudly. 

Just as I reached my crest and started over the top, he lunged forward, 
driving his big cock as deep as it would go. We experienced our orgasm 
together! It was a fulfilling, intimate experience. I should have shared it 
only with Mark. I resented Tony for being there. It wasn't right! I was 
angry! I wanted to bite Tony's cock. Instead I relaxed and rode the 
beautiful orgasm out, enjoying it for what it could have been, instead of 
what it was. 

Tony managed to make me even unhappier. When Mark and I finished the 
ass-fuck and disconnected, I thought I was done. I wasn't. Tony's cock had 
stiffened again and he wanted to fuck me with it. I had just climaxed. I 
didn't want to be fucked any more. I was full of cock and fucking for the 
night. The boy insisted. I knew I couldn't refuse so I lay back and got 
fucked. He plopped down on top of me as soon as I'd twisted around and 
shoved his cock into my cunt. 

The meat rubbed all the right spots. It sloshed in the honey which had 
pooled at the end of my pussy. It buffed my clit. It stretched my cunt. I 
just couldn't enjoy it. I was being used. I was taken advantage of and 
didn't like it. I wanted Mark and that was all! The hair on Tony's chest 
brushed my nipples and his stomach bounced against mine. But my nipples 
stayed soft and flat. 

For the first time since I'd found this new way of life I wasn't enjoying 
sex. I squirmed restlessly under him, hoping he'd hurry and finish. He 
fucked in and out in long, even strokes. To make it worse, he'd come once 
and was having a hard time getting his gun to explode again. He strained and 
struggled. Sweat poured off him as he worked. I struggled to hold out 
myself. I needed to piss and shit. If he kept it up much longer, my belly 
would give out and I'd lose my supper all over him. 

Much to my relief he finally managed to trigger an explosion so he could 
roll off me. I struggled out of the confining bedroll. Limping slowly 
through the cold night, I made the trek to the outdoor toilet and relieved 
myself. Then I returned to the shack. I fell asleep wedged between the two 
naked boys, their hands attached to all my most personal parts. My dreams 
were of home, of my parents, church and school. Memories of the days before. 
I was homesick. 

That was impossible and I knew it even as I dreamed. I couldn't go back. 
Even if my parents would accept me, and I was able to hide what I'd become, 
I wouldn't be able to face our neighbors or my friends. I was a legal adult 
and on my own. There could be no turning back. 

The first seeds of unhappiness had been sown that night. I didn't know if 
I'd stay or leave. Mark shook me roughly and I woke up. I had crying in my 
sleep. "What's wrong?" he whispered. "Nothing," I whispered, trying to hide 
my hurt. Tony grunted and turned his back to us. I snuggled against Mark, 
content for the moment because I had him to myself. 

"Did we hurt you?" he asked in a concerned voice. "Just my feelings." "Come 
on," he whispered, slipping quietly out of the bag. 

I waited for him to dress, wrapped a blanket around me to keep warm, and 
followed him from the shack. He led me quietly past the other shacks to a 
spot outside, sheltered from the breeze. We propped ourselves against a rail 
fence and he cuddled me in his arms. We talked for a long time and he worked 
out my entire life history, not to mention what was bothering me at the 
moment. 

I felt completely drained when I was done. I wanted to be loved. I needed to 
be held and cuddled. Mark wrapped his arms around me tighter. He held me 
protectively. The ache in my heart had swelled to the bursting point as I 
told him my story and now it broke free. I hadn't wanted it to. 

He held me awkwardly as I cried it all out. Then, lifting my tear-streaked 
face, he kissed away the salty drops. He crawled into the shelter of my 
blanket. I mashed myself against him in a desperate attempt to be comforted. 
Mark tenderly wrapped his big arms around me. He petted my shoulder as I 
nestled my head against his chest. I began to feel better. Slowly, as we lay 
together, the ache started to go away. His hand strokes got longer, covering 
the entire length of my naked sides and hips. His fingers brushed the side 
of my tit and I melted against him. As his fingers explored more intimate 
spots, my mood changed. Suddenly I wanted to wash the memory of our earlier, 
tarnished fuck out of my mind. I wanted to try for a perfect union while I 
had him completely to myself. 

I thrilled to the sound of his heart as it beat beneath my ear, and I 
shivered, as his finger traced the crack of my ass. 

"Please make love to me." I breathed contentedly. He-kissed the top of my 
head and worked a hand between our bodies. He lifted one of my breasts. I 
was in love with him and couldn't help it. I 'dropped my hands to his lap 
and fumbled until I got his pants unbuttoned. Then I worked his cock out of 
his undershorts. His hands slipped between my legs. They found my cunt as I 
spread my thighs. His cock stiffened. I teased the head with my thumbnail 
and it sprang to life. Wrapping my fingers around the handsome prick, I 
moved my fist slowly up and down. 

Mark's fingers found the opening to my pussy and pushed inside. My hand slid 
up and down and his moved in and out. We lay in each other's arms and 
matched stroke for stroke. I basked in his attention, deluding myself that 
he was in love with me. Drops of honey caught in my curly pubic hair and 
clung there like dew. I tilted my head and our lips met tenderly. 

We lay side by side enjoying a tender build up. It must have been close to 
three in the morning when we finally fucked and he filled me with his cock. 
It was everything I needed to be complete again. It was the staff of life 
and a reason to live. I took it happily. Warm thrills flowed from his cock 
to my cunt. He moved with delightful long strokes as he raised and lowered 
his ass above me. My pussy melted. It wet the intruding cock with the oil 
that showed how much I needed him. My satiny cunt held him snugly. 

I glowed beneath him. We started slow and I rolled my hips, matching him 
stroke for stroke. Then we sped up. Our hips crashed and slapped together. 
We rose. Each stroke shot us closer and closer to our goal. We were coming. 
It wasn't like the one earlier. It was far more spiritual and, for some 
reason, more tender. 

Chapter Seven 

Hitler started following me everywhere. I felt so sorry for the big dog. It 
seemed that he had been deserted so often that he just wouldn't let me out 
of his sight. I felt awfully insecure too. The week had passed and I'd been 
given my clothes back. Mark seemed to be growing more and more distant and l 
knew in my heart that I'd lose whatever hold I had on him before long. 

The dog and I became inseparable. Trinket, Hitler and I would go for walks. 
I avoided places where we could repeat what we'd done before. It was 
strictly against the rules of the commune. I think Trinket tried a couple of 
times, but I ignored it. The days were filled with other things too, like 
cooking, washing, fucking and sucking. I even went on a food run with Mark 
and Tony once, getting the fruit and vegetables for our meals from trash 
bins. I didn't like that too much. 

One morning Mark didn't go out with Tony. After the morning chores, he 
chased Trinket away and suggested that we go off by ourselves. My heart 
leaped. It was a golden opportunity to draw him closer to me. I wasn't going 
to pass it up. We started off with Hitler on our heels. I led the way. There 
wasn't any question as to where I was going. I wanted to be alone with my 
man and the secluded, comfortable spot in the rocks was ideal. We reached my 
hideout. I stood for a second leaning against him, basking happily in his 
strong arms. 

Giggling, I moved away, pulled out the blanket, and spread it behind the 
rocks so we could sit down. It wasn't long before I was lying with my head 
in Mark's lap and petting Hitler's head, as it rested on my tummy. "You 
worry me," Mark said, partially unbuttoning the boyish shirt I was wearing, 
to expose my right tit. "Why?" I asked, feeling my nipple stiffen to his 
light caress. "Because you belong to all of the men, not just me. You're in 
love with me and that's bad. You should get around more-fuck some of the 
other guys. " 

His hands remained steady. They didn't tremble at all. My heart broke as he 
told me. My pouting nipple flattened and turned soft. I managed to check the 
tears that wanted to well in my eyes, and swallowed the lump that threatened 
to build in my throat. I couldn't keep my hands from trembling as they 
patted Hitler's head. "See there-that's what I mean," Mark sighed. "You've 
got a crush on me." "I have not . . ." I bluffed shakily. "Sure," he said, 
working idly on my tit. "Hey, have you made it with Hitler?" he asked, 
changing the subject completely. 

I didn't answer. My blush was enough to tell him what he wanted to know: Why 
did he suddenly have to embarrass and hurt me? Wasn't it enough to tell me 
we were through? "I've watched the dogs fucking with a lot of girls in the 
chicken coop but I've never seen one do it alone," he grinned. Reaching for 
my pants, he unzipped them. "I ... I...I" 

My mind struggled desperately for a solution. What could I do to make him 
change his mind-to make him love me? I had to win him back if there was a 
way. Hitler raised his big snout and drew his tongue across my bare tit. I 
felt a slight tremor in Mark's hand and his hard-on pressed through the 
heavy cloth of his pants. Was that the way? There was a chance. It was too 
late to make anything else work. 

I had to take that chance. Reaching up, I finished unbuttoning my blouse. 
The dog's broad tongue swiped my tender flesh again and again. Mark kept 
toying with whichever tit Hitler was ignoring. I lay there as they worked 
and my nipples started to stiffen. Working my jeans over my hips, I 
scrunched them around my knees and left my panties in place. They hid my 
pubic forest and would whet Mark's appetite. 

His hands left my tits and started to trace circles and play tic-tac-toe on 
the flimsy nylon of my panties. My tummy jumped and trembled. Hitler's 
tongue continued to work on my stiff nipples. He playfully got one between 
his teeth and tried to suck it like a puppy. Glancing up, I saw Mark 
watching the animal with his face contorted in lust. Mark's fingers hooked 
the top of my panties and worked them down so the top inch of my pubic-fur 
stuck out. I tried to spread my legs, but they were hampered by the tight 
jeans. Bringing my legs up, I worked them the rest of the way off. 

Inch by inch the boy worked my panties down. When my panties were bunched 
below my cunt, and my whole forest of pubic hair was exposed, I drew my 
knees up. Hooking my fingers under the rolled nylon, I worked them off. 
Mark's fingers sifted through the curly hair. They outlined the dark patch 
and then traced the hidden split in the center. Hitler, wise to my whims, 
had picked up the scent of my cunt. He stopped licking my tits and wiggled 
around until he was laying on his belly, between my legs. His snout rubbed 
my crotch. 

I gasped and shook as he dragged his tongue from the warm opening of my box 
clear to the top of my crack. It was warm and exciting. I wiggled my hips, 
pushing my pussy against the dog's cold nose. I rubbed my hairy cunt into 
it. My petals began to tingle. My clit shivered to the delicious warmth of 
the wet tongue. He lapped my crotch with the flat, pink tongue. 

Mark never took his eyes off Hitler. He slid his fingers between my legs and 
spread my cuntlips wide so the dog could cover every part. The two of them 
were driving me crazy. My ass rolled and bucked. A trickle of honey ran from 
my cunt and was licked away before it reached my asshole. My whole cunt 
puffed up in need and blushed darker in anticipation. 

I drew my hands to my tits and began to play with them: I rolled them in 
circles so they met in the center. Then I rolled them out, as far apart as I 
could make them go. I pinched my hard nipples. I pulled on them and let them 
snap back. I cupped my fat tits and pushed them up until I could lick them 
with my own tongue. Mark was drooling as he tried to see everything at once. 
I could feel his erection straining against his pants. If ever there was a 
chance of saving our relationship, this was it. 

I spread my legs and let Hitler push his jaw into my cunt, like he'd been 
trained to do. The wiry fur, the teeth, the tongue, all flicking and 
prodding, along with his cold nose on my clit, sent me into orbit. I 
couldn't wait any longer. Pushing him away, I got onto my knees in front of 
Mark. I positioned myself on all fours and waited. Hitler was worked up and 
didn't need any encouragement. He woofed a couple of times, reared up and 
came down, crashing across my back. 

I felt his furry legs as they brushed the insides of my thighs. He danced 
awkwardly into position. His big dog cock burned hotly against my thighs. It 
slid back and forth, rubbing against the curve of my ass. I felt him dance 
back a step or two, then he was right on target. The tip smacked into my 
cunt and nearly pulled my outer cuntlips, my clit and my ass into the hole 
with it. 

The rough, fierceness of the dog-fucking held me spellbound. He twisted up 
and down. He humped in and out like a pile-driver. Mark scooted to the side 
and watched for a couple of seconds. I wiggled my ass and braced myself so I 
wouldn't be driven forward. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled his 
crimson-tipped prick out. He dropped to his knees in front of me and I 
stared at his drooling cock. If that was what he wanted I'd give it to him. 
I strained my head back and opened my mouth to receive his cock. 

The salty-tasting prick pressed between my lips and he held my head roughly 
between his two big hands. I tried to give him a good blow job but wasn't 
able to keep my mind off my pussy long enough to do it justice. Hitler's dog 
cock was lunging in and out of me so hard and fast that it was impossible to 
think about anything else. My whole crotch was screaming in need. 

Mark guessed my problem. He began to guide my wet mouth back and forth along 
his shank, so I wouldn't have to think about it. My teeth scraped the top 
and bottom of his shaft. His prick drove along the flat of my tongue and 
struck the back of my mouth. I made no attempt to do anything special. I 
couldn't! He was fucking my face. The dog's cock stretched my pussy as wide 
as it would go, and I tried to drive in far enough to meet Mark's prick at 
the other end of my body. 

My insides were on fire. It was almost too much to bear. I shivered and 
trembled. Mark held my head tightly. He got a grip on one of my dangling 
tits with his free hand. Shivers of pain and heat shot through me as he 
squeezed. The thrill in my cunt blocked everything else out. It was like I 
had become a giant cunt with my brain where my womb should be. I could see, 
feel, taste, smell and hear every stroke. My mind was being fucked at the 
same time as my pussy. I rose higher and higher until my body was screaming 
for release. 

I rode the roller coaster from hell to heaven on the waves of orgasm. I 
clung to the bucking dog cock in my ass and the hot, wet one in my mouth. I 
soared with the angels and slid gently, gracefully back to earth. The German 
shepherd was still pounding frantically as I came back to reality. I was 
able to enjoy his last ecstatic fuck strokes before he filled me with 
fertile milk. 

He hopped off and his juice began to run down my leg. I felt the man speed 
up. Now that I could think clearly, I began to suck, blow and rub his cock 
with my tongue. I got Mark to stand. Scooting my legs under me, I squatted 
with my cunt stretched open. I sucked on the boy's meat as the dog's slime 
drained from my pussy. 

I wrapped one arm around Mark's thighs and worked the middle finger of my 
hand between the hairy cheeks of his ass. I found his asshole and drove a 
finger into his shit-hole. I took his balls in my other hand and began to 
roll them. Mark growled in appreciation and lost his balance. He ended up 
leaning against me for support. Spitting his trembling cock out, I sucked 
his balls in. The hairy bag felt strange as the hard nuts slid around in my 
mouth. The cock rested against my cheek. It lay across the bridge of my nose 
and pointed wetly toward the sky. I worked his balls over for a few minutes 
before dropping them back into the palm of my hand. Then I sucked the cock 
in. 

I whipped the cockhead happily with the tip of my tongue. Then I wrapped my 
lips around the crimson crown. His prick trembled as I let it slide back. 
Mark's ass tightened and I knew he was almost ready. Rocking rapidly back 
and forth, I stroked him. The shaft slid deeper into my mouth. I increased 
my speed with each stroke until he grabbed me by the hair and began to pull 
and twist it painfully. 

He gasped and moaned as he drove his cock into my throat and tightened his 
grip in my hair. I was trapped. I felt his prick begin to throb and tremble. 
The slime shot from the shivering organ and splashed in all directions as he 
satisfied himself. I drank it all. I didn't let one drop of the stuff 
escape. He took his limp cock out of my mouth and helped me to my feet. 

He didn't say too much on the way back to camp, but I had the feeling that 
I'd lost rather than won my battle. I became more and more convinced of this 
as the morning wore on. First, he left me as soon as we got back into camp 
and I had to clean our sleeping area all by myself. Then he avoided me when 
I tried to find him. 

Finally, at lunch, Mark went to sit with a group of girls, leaving Trinket 
and me to sit by ourselves. I told Trinket what had happened and she nodded, 
saying she'd seen him do the same thing to other girls. "He's not the type," 
she sighed, "to be faithful to any one girl for long." I died inside. The 
agony of losing him was ten times what it had been to leave home. The 
commune was a new way of life and I didn't know how to cope with it. I 
wasn't sure of myself. I needed someone strong to lean on. I needed someone 
to watch out for me. Now I was all alone-except for Trinket and Hitler. 

Somehow I managed to keep my agony and hurt bottled inside until after I was 
done with my work and could go off by myself. Hitler was right on my heels 
when I took off, but I did manage to avoid Trinket. I wanted to cry my eyes 
out and make a decision about the future. There wasn't any sense in sharing 
that with anyone. Habit forced me to head for the one spot I'd been 
comfortable and happy in. The one really secluded place where I could sit 
and think. 

I pulled out the blanket, spread it and sat down. Hitler lay beside me and 
rested his big head in my lap. He seemed to know exactly what was wrong. He 
seemed to be licking my hand in sympathy and looking at me with those sad 
brown eyes. I leaned against one of the boulders and cried. I must have been 
there for a half hour or more before Trinket found me. 

She knew what was wrong and didn't say anything. She just sat on one of the 
rocks and kept me company, until I'd composed myself enough to go back. When 
I got back, Mark found me and said I'd been set up in another shack. My new 
partner was a fifteen-year-old boy named John. I took it as gracefully as I 
could. My heart was breaking, but I wasn't about to let the world know how 
much I hurt. My mind was made up-tomorrow I'd strike out on my own. I didn't 
know what I'd do, but I had to try. 

Chapter Eight 

I showed up on Jack Rabbit's steps bright and early the next morning and 
announced that I was leaving. I don't know what I expected, but whatever it 
was, I didn't get it. The man just shrugged, tossed me my purse-which he'd 
kept, and said I'd be back. Mark and Tony had already left for the day so I 
didn't need to look them up. I said goodbye to Trinket. I hadn't wanted to 
take Hitler, but I discovered that I couldn't leave him like the other girls 
had done. 

So the dog and I started down the long dirt lane to the highway, together. 
We were a team now. It was different this time when I hit the road. I was no 
longer fresh and pretty. Now I looked road-hardened. My hair was straight. 
My face looked older. The sparkle in my eyes had gone. I guess it was just 
the wrong day to be on the road. I stood there, holding my thumb out, until 
I was sure my arm would fall off, but no one offered me a ride. 

A highway patrolman passed three times before finally stopping. I wasn't 
really worried. My purse had an I.D. which would prove I was of age and 
enough cash to keep me from being thrown in jail as a bum. There wasn't any 
reason to take off or hide, so I didn't. It was getting really hot on the 
roadside. The sun glittered off thousands of pieces of broken pop bottles 
and the heat waves rose on the blacktop. There wasn't any shade, and I was 
dying for a drink. 

The big black and white car pulled off the road and whipped up a cloud of 
dust as it slowed to a stop. I tried to get a look at the guy's face behind 
the glare of the windshield. I didn't want him to have to get out, so I 
walked to the driver's side and said, "Hi!" 

He was a big man, blond and in his mid-twenties. He introduced himself as 
Officer Bob Brandt, and asked to see my identification. I took my license 
out and showed it to him. He asked where I was headed and I told him: Las 
Vegas. Then he asked if I had any money to meet emergencies. I opened my 
wallet to show him-it was gone! Jack Rabbit had stolen it. I was flat broke. 

"You just come from that old ranch?" he asked, as he led me around to the 
passenger side to get in. "Yes," I nodded, as I sat on the edge of the seat 
and took a sip of the ice-water he offered me. "Look, Miss, I know what goes 
on out at that place and I've got a pretty good notion why you're leaving. 
You look too decent to be a part of that set up. I'm going to do you a favor 
and bust you." "Wha . . ." "'They'll hold you for a couple of days, make 
sure there ain't no warrants out for you, and let you go. You'll get a few 
good meals, a place to sleep and be that much closer to where you want to 
go." 

I stared at my hands for a second and then glanced out the window. Hitler 
was still standing patiently, waiting for me to let him in. "What about my 
dog? What will happen to him?" I asked, suddenly realizing how much the big 
animal really meant to me. "He'll be held at the pound till you get him his 
shots and bail him out," the cop said matter-of-factly. 

I broke down and started to bawl then. It wouldn't have been the end of the 
world to spend a couple of days in the slammer, but I'd never see Hitler 
again. I had no money for shots or fines. Hitler was all I had in the world 
now. Officer Brandt was surprised and he seemed to soften a little. I was 
desperate and it showed. We talked for a while longer. I told him why I'd 
run away from home in the first place. I explained that Hitler was the only 
thing I had left in the world. 

He felt sorry for me, but he was adamant about not letting me go on without 
funds. He pointed out that I'd be better off in jail than on the road or at 
the ranch. "Hell, Miss Lockes, you don't even have a sleeping bag. You'll 
either die from exposure or land up in real trouble. I can't have either on 
my conscience." 

He was all man. He had the same neat little bulge running along his leg as 
any other man. There had to be a way to get to him. I was dressed in the 
clothes I'd left home in and that made it harder. My tits didn't poke out 
much in the sweatshirt and my pants weren't very revealing. 

It was a heavy idea. He was straight and I knew it. He was also convinced 
that I was a nice girl. If I blew it, I'd land up in the can for a lot 
longer than two days. I checked out his wedding finger. It was clear, no 
ring and no suntan marks where he might have taken it off. "Look," I 
whispered, my voice cracking with the strain. "I'm no tramp or a dopey, but 
I'm down and out. One of those people back there stole my money. I don't 
want to go back, but if you lock me up I'll lose my dog. I'll admit I 
shouldn't be out here. I'll go back . . ." 

"No Miss ... " "If you arrest me, I'll lose my dog. Don't you understand! 
I'll do anything you want-anything at all! If you'll just let me get out and 
go back down that lane when you're done. . .""Miss, if I read your 
intentions right you're suggesting something that could get you in a lot 
worse trouble than just being a vagrant." 

My trembling hand touched his thigh. "Please. . ." I sobbed. "I don't want 
to lose my dog! I told you I'd do whatever you asked if you'd just let me 
go! Give me a break . . . Please!" "That could cost me my job," he said, 
becoming less of a cop and more of a man, the longer my hand lay on his leg. 
"If you don't, it will ruin what little chance I have left for a future," I 
said, noticing his prick had grown stiffer and longer inside his pants. 
"Please . . ." I said, touching it. 

"All right ... I should bust you, but I have a funny feeling that you're 
really okay. Give me a blow job and get the hell outa here." I unzipped his 
fly and worked his gorgeous cock into the open. I stroked his prick lightly, 
as it rose from the fly, and I teased his cock. I ducked down without being 
seen. I was scared, but very grateful for the break. I knew cops were all 
right, but they still frightened me. 

Officer Brandt was really nice. I could have fallen for him under different 
circumstances. My cheek rested against his heavy black gunbelt and my chin 
brushed his light tan pants. Before taking the beautiful cock in my mouth, I 
ran my tongue up the sides of his prick. It made me feel pretty good when 
his legs tensed. He was as nervous as I. It wasn't hard to figure out that 
he didn't do this with every girl he ran into-especially not in the front 
seat of a cruiser, parked along the side of a busy highway, in broad 
daylight. 

Wrapping my lips around his swollen prick-head, I nibbled the rim lightly 
with my teeth. I teased the smooth flesh with my tongue and took it all the 
way in. "Jesus!" he exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. 
"Hurry-would you!" I sighed deep inside. The cock tasted so good and smelled 
like deodorant or cologne-it was clean and more tantalizing than the cocks 
on the ranch. I could have sucked his cock all day. But he was too nervous 
to let me take my time. 

My head bobbed up and down. The rugged purple veins and crimson head rubbed 
my cheeks and the roof of my mouth as I sucked. I yearned to have him eat my 
pussy. A hand slid my sweatshirt up and began to fondle my tits as I worked. 
It made me hotter. Hitler was still being a good dog and was sitting 
patiently outside the passenger door. The two-way radio made crackling 
noises and a voice came over it every once in a while. He even had to pick 
up the mike and answer it once. 

I worked as fast as I could under the circumstances, making him shiver and 
thrill to my educated mouth. I sucked hard on his cock. Then I blew, to add 
more thrills. Carefully, so as not to break his zipper or hurt him, I worked 
the open fly down. His balls and prick came all the way out without any 
trouble. He had nice balls. They were big and hung low in their leathery 
sack. I rolled them between my fingers. I rubbed and pinched the hairy flesh 
of his bag and rubbed between the balls and his prick. 

With his hard-on out of his pants all the way, I could deep-throat him. I 
ran my mouth all the way down, until my nose was pressed into his black 
pubic hair. I nodded my head back and forth and then from side to side. I 
pulled up a little. The cop laced his fingers into my hair and whistled in 
appreciation. He even forgot about my tits and bunched-up sweatshirt. 

I let the stiff cock slip almost out of my mouth. Catching it at the last 
second, I swirled my tongue around and around his scarlet head. Then I 
sucked on it again. He released my hair and shakily began to fondle my tit 
again. The zipper of his pants was sharp and rough as my face rubbed against 
it. His big belt was smooth but hard. His balls were a delight to play with, 
and I couldn't have had a more satisfying cock in my throat. 

I needed release too. I had to ease the hot, sticky feeling between my legs. 
I let go of his balls. Undoing my own pants, I worked my fingers inside my 
panties, past the pubic hair until I reached my clit. I kept a steady suck 
pace on his prick as I began to rub my little joy button with wild abandon. 
The cop squeezed my tit and teased my nipple as he watched my hand twist and 
strain inside my pants. The nylon crotch was wet. My honey hung suspended 
between the material and my hole, like threads of wet string. I was so hot 
that my curly pubic hair collected beads of cuntjuice. 

I didn't allow myself to forget about the glorious piece of prick in my 
mouth. It still tasted warm and salty. It was throbbing hard, almost to the 
point of spilling its load. As the ache grew hotter inside my pussy, I began 
to race over his shaft faster and faster, twisting and twirling with 
delight, as his hands gave away his own urgent need. 

My fingers were busy and I was rapidly getting so I'd be released from the 
hell I was trapped in. Then I felt the first violent tremor ripple along his 
erection and I knew I was a split second away from drinking his cum. His 
milky stuff gushed into my mouth. I sucked quick and hard so I wouldn't 
leave a trace of jizz on his uniform pants. It tasted as good as he smelled. 
I wanted to let it roll around on my tongue and slide slowly down my throat 
so I could linger over it, but I couldn't risk it. 

I still hadn't climaxed by the time his cock had shrank and I'd zipped his 
fly up. Watching me closely, he smoothed my sweatshirt back in place and 
volunteered to finish me off. Nodding eagerly, I tugged my clothing down to 
where he could get his hands in the right position. His fingers were like 
magic. They were strong and smooth. I shook as he found my cunt and drew my 
cuntlips apart, exposing my clit. He made my pussy thrill. 

He twisted around so he could use both hands. Forcing his big fingers into 
my cunt, he pulled in and out, teasing my clit. Being very careful not to 
let other cars guess what was going on, I moaned in heat until I boiled over 
and shuddered my way to happiness. 

When I'd straightened my clothes, he let me get out. He admitted he liked me 
and was sorry he had to make me go back. True to my promise, I turned 
immediately and headed down the long dirt road that led to the ranch. Hitler 
stayed right on my heels, wagging his tail all the way. I felt completely 
whipped. I knew that Jack Rabbit had taken my money but I had no proof. What 
was worse was that there wasn't any way to earn more. I hated having to stay 
where I was-being nothing more than a slave to whatever body wanted me at 
the moment. But even that was better than losing Hitler. 

Chapter Nine 

Two very unhappy days passed. The fifteen year-old boy I was forced to live 
with was far from a good companion. His cock was small. He was clumsy. We 
didn't have anything to talk about. To make me even more miserable, Mark 
stayed completely away from me. I went through all the motions of being a 
good member of the commune. I did my chores on time. I let any boy, who 
wanted to, fuck me. I didn't complain and I followed orders. 

The only person I could talk to was Trinket. If it hadn't been for her and 
Hitler, I don't know what I would have done. The three of us went back to 
spending most of our time together. We did the same things as before. We 
hiked, talked, worked, and shared our miseries. Trinket had a lot of 
problems. She was so young and lonely. She was still developing and went 
through periods when her tits were real tender. She needed to play once in a 
while and have a chance to dress up and feel like a lady. 

The third day back it seemed like everything crashed in on top of her. Her 
tits were sore and the boys didn't care. When they felt her tits they 
fondled them roughly. There had been more than the normal mouths to feed so 
we'd had to work harder and longer. She had worn out her last pair of frilly 
panties. Her last nice blouse was shot and she was homesick. 

We shouldn't have gone out that morning and yet we needed to. We needed to 
be alone, where we could feel sorry for ourselves and share our problems in 
the hopes that we'd get over the pain. That was why, an hour after we'd 
finished breakfast and the chores, we were in our hiding place. We spread 
our blanket and leaned back against the boulders to rest and talk. 

Trinket started out calm enough, but quickly became upset. She started to 
cry and sob her eyes out. My heart went out to her. I put my arms around her 
and cuddled her head to my tits. She leaned against me and cried for a long 
time. I patted her head helplessly and did the best I could to mother her. 

Hitler curled up beside us with his tail tucked tightly against his rump. As 
it happened, my blouse wasn't even buttoned when I cuddled Trinket to me. It 
wasn't long, before her cheek was resting against my soft, naked flesh. Her 
salty tears ran across her cheeks, over my ripe tits and on down to my 
tummy. They warmed my tits in a soothing way. She moved her cheek and her 
long hair brushed against me. It caressed as it slid smoothly across my 
tits. 

Her sobs stopped at last and she cuddled against me for support and 
understanding. The closeness and lovely tenderness we were sharing lingered 
on. Then it slowly changed from sympathy and need for support-to a need for 
love and release. Trinket's hand stole hesitantly to my full tit. Her 
fingertips brushed my nipple ever so lightly. My skin burned to her touch. 
When I didn't push her away, she became bolder. Her fingertips traced around 
the edge of my areola and drew upwards, across the nipple; peaking at the 
top and making my tits come to attention. 

After two days of clumsy lovemaking from John it was wonderful to be touched 
by someone who understood what a woman really needed. Her touch was soft, 
educated and careful. She touched the right places with just the right 
pressure. When her lips found my nipples, they made me burn. My tits seemed 
to melt with the slow, wonderful combination of her lips and tongue. 

She worked on my tit for some time before I let my hands steal out and undo 
her shirt. Following her example, I was very careful and gentle. I didn't 
apply pressure at all. Instead I caressed her with featherlike strokes. My 
heart was beating much faster than normal and it sped up even more as I saw 
her nipples stiffen. I allowed my fingers to roam from her slender shoulders 
to the top of her jeans, pushing her shirt back and out of the way. Her 
flesh turned to goosebumps as I worked. It was delightful to know that I was 
really turning her on. 

Her hand left my tits and began to slide up and down the inside of my 
cloth-covered thighs. She let them dance over the top of my legs and across 
my lower belly. Then she found my zipper. Taking the slide in her fingers, 
she worked it down an inch at a time, until it reached the bottom. She 
sighed as she caught a glimpse of the white nylon under the pants. She 
didn't need any coaxing to force the snap at the top open. I helped her 
spread them back so a triangle of my panties showed. 

I found the snap on her jeans and popped it open. I forced the zipper to 
come down. She wasn't wearing any panties. My fingers slipped lightly over 
her exposed tummy and went as low as they'd go without my having to change 
her position against me. I let my fingers tease and caress the top edge of 
her pubis. She drew little designs on the exposed part of my panties. Her 
lips stayed on my tit and her tongue continued to send delightful shivers 
coursing through me. 

Her hands started trying to get my jeans down, and I shifted enough that she 
could work them off my thighs, baring my panties. She also shifted and 
tugged her own jeans down so she was exposed and I could touch her. My 
fingers rubbed past her pubic bone and down onto her puffy cuntlips. She 
shivered and spread her thighs, as wide as she could, with her pants still 
hooked at her knees. I thrilled as her fingers worked. 

We both needed more! Without a word we came apart and worked our jeans off, 
setting them aside. I left my panties on for the time being. The light 
bikini seemed more seductive than the lewd, naked fur and I was trying to 
give my little friend the most in pleasure. My fingers rubbed her juicy 
split. I paid special attention to the gentle rise of the hill which peeked 
above her clit. I ignored her cunt entrance for the time being. 

She wasn't ignoring mine. She pressed against the slippery cloth, rubbing 
and pushing. She made my cunt overheat and become sloppy wet. She played 
that way as long as she could stand it before forcing my panties down and 
off. The sun was high overhead now. We'd gotten a late start because of the 
extra work. It had taken a long time to calm her and now we were making 
love. 

Hitler barked a couple of times, but we ignored him. Our fingers found each 
other's bloated cuntlips at the same time and we began to rub them lightly. 
The itch swelled deep inside my belly and I could tell by the way she 
squirmed that Trinket was at the same level. In another few minutes we 
stretched out end to end on the blanket so we could sixty-nine. Her cunt 
smelled musty. Not enough to offend, as we all stayed pretty clean, but just 
enough to excite me. Her soft, full cunt lips tasted of sweat. There was a 
trace of urine at her piss-hole. 

I dipped my tongue lower as she started hungrily on mine and tasted her 
cuntjuice. She shivered happily and tilted her cunt higher so I could dig 
inside and clean her out. Her lips locked around my inner cuntlips and 
sucked them into her mouth. I moaned and purred with delight. I worked my 
finger against her asshole and gently pushed it inside. Her tongue found my 
clit button and turned it on. I pulsed with the exciting, agonizing itch. I 
locked my thighs around her head and ground my bushy pussy into her face. 

Trinket twisted so I was on my back and she was on top of me. I gasped as 
she worked two of her fingers inside my cunt. She began twisting them around 
and running them back and forth. I moved my tongue upward so I could lick 
her clit. Pushing my middle finger as deep into her ass as I could, I worked 
my thumb into her cunt and began to wiggle it around. I squeezed the flesh 
between the two fingers, making her moan. 

We rolled and ground our bodies together, remaining locked, end to end, like 
a couple of wrestlers. One minute she'd be on top and the next I'd be. We 
held each other's heads tightly against our heated pussies. I kept my hands 
away from her tits because I knew how tender they were, but she got a 
handful of mine. Bolts of lightning shot through my tits as she massaged my 
big nipples. 

I caressed and teased the crack of her ass and the small of her back. It was 
delicious. It turned me on almost as much as it did her. Our lovemaking, as 
frantic as it was, was tender and understanding. We wanted only to please 
each other and take our minds off the trouble for a while. Our bodies were 
on fire. We were at the point of being oblivious to anything but the 
demanding desire. Yet we weren't in any hurry to grab for release. 

Her cunt began to throb around my thumb and her pelvis pushed into my face 
with more urgency as we rolled about. Her fingers left my tits and dug deep 
into the sides of my cunt. She explored my pussy from every angle. God, but 
those fingers felt wonderful. So did her tongue, lips and other hand. It was 
exciting to just feel her body rubbing against mine. 

Trinket's cuntjuice poured from her hole. It ran in a river along my thumb 
and trickled across my wrist. Her cunt was grabbing my invading finger and 
trying to milk it. She lost control and shot upward, like she was tied to a 
rocket. I felt her shoot into a powerful orbit and hover there for a long 
time, trapped in a limbo of passion, before she finally relaxed. Her tongue, 
which had stopped working on me while she climaxed, started licking and 
whipping the center of my cunt again. She sent me orbiting in my own rocket 
ship. 

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. 

Chapter Ten 

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. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he chuckled. "Umm-hmm!" I grinned back. He rolled 
the heel of his hand on my pubic bone and slid his middle finger down. It 
dipped between my cuntlips and into my snatch again. I squirmed hotly as he 
curled the finger and hooked the upper opening. "Wow!" I gasped, as he 
applied pressure and his finger moved back and forth, rubbing my twat. 

He slid his ring finger in too, opening my cunt wide. I felt a rush of air 
sucking into me. I wiggled at the temperature change. My pussy started 
drooling again and got all gushy inside. My passions rose as he diddled and 
I burned hotter and hotter. The sweet scent of sex rose rapidly as I 
simmered and burned. His fingers probed my soft, yielding cunt. 

I glanced over and saw his giant prick making his loose pants rise like a 
tent. I was so hot now that it took a lot of will power to keep from 
fondling his prick. His fingers and hand looked odd, wiggling around inside 
the confining nylon of my panties. They were being hampered by the tight 
cloth. I raised up enough to roll them down. As I did, his finger slipped 
and went inside my cunt. It was still bent. I gasped with lust as his finger 
scraped my pussy. 

The man chuckled. His finger pulled out of my box and began to pinch the 
buttons on my blouse open. I was going to help him, but quickly found that 
he didn't need it. My blouse was gaping wide within seconds. The twin mounds 
of my frayed, lacy bra stuck out, fully exposed. The man didn't waste any 
time. He ran a finger under the shoulder straps. He pushed them down onto my 
arms. I giggled hotly as he turned the cups inside out. My tits jutted 
provocatively. My nipples hardened as he lifted my tits out of the bra. The 
areolas crinkled in excitement and rose to diamond-hard stiffness. His hands 
rested against the bunched-up material of my bra. Then he started to worry 
the nipples with his fingertips. 

I checked on the state of his hard-on and noticed a bead of cooze oil 
wetting his pants. I couldn't stand it any longer. My left hand snaked out 
and I scratched the damp spot with my fingernail. The man shivered with 
delight. I found his fly and worked hurriedly on his zipper. Suddenly I 
couldn't wait to have a cock in my hand. I needed to look at it, caress it, 
feel its warmth and ruggedness. I needed to thrill to its touch and the lush 
color of its sculptured head. I needed to smell the sweet, strong scent of 
his cum and taste the salty jizz. 

He was wearing boxer shorts and it was easy to get his cock out. I wasn't 
disappointed. It was beautiful. The cockhead was red and already dripping. 
Its veins were rugged and prominent. It was seven inches long and powerfully 
stiff. I slid my fingertips lightly, like a feather, along the top and 
bottom of his prick, and watched as his prick bounced to my thrilling touch. 

I kept this up for a long time, running my fingers first up and down, and 
then around and around the head. The more I played with his cock, the more 
my pussy drooled. It was wild. It was as if our nerves were tied together. 
Dipping into his pants again, I worked his balls out so they could share in 
my caresses. When I'd properly heated his cock, I scooted my butt over 
against Hitler. Resting on my elbows, I sank my mouth onto the man's 
delightful prick. The salty taste was wonderful. He was sweating and 
emitting his cum. I lavished the hot cock with kisses and ran my tongue over 
it. He reached over and caught one of my dangling tits and started playing 
with it. Both of us squirmed in heated passion. 



I was as happy as a baby sucking on her mother's tit. It was like I'd gone 
without food for a long time. I could have gobbled the whole thing up 
without a second thought. That is, I could have, if I hadn't wanted to taste 
his cum and maybe have him sink it in my cunt. I ran his cock in and out of 
my mouth twice, just to savor the delicious taste. Then I took his prick 
out. Starting at the base of the beautiful thing, I ran my tongue up and 
down the sides, all the way around his prick. God, but it was nice. 

His cock thrilled to every wet caress from my warm tongue. His prick pulsed 
and throbbed hotly against my tongue. I tickled his foreskin with the tip of 
my tongue and giggled as it bounced and more juice spilled out. His hand 
squeezed my breast, making me burn and turn all watery inside. I could feel 
the juices oozing from my hole and running onto my thigh. I forgot that 
Hitler had been trained to react to cuntjuice. 

Both the driver and I were in for a surprise. Hitler was quick to pick up 
the aroma of heated pussy. I was concentrating on the glorious cock sticking 
lewdly from the trucker's fly. The man was paying attention to my tits and 
the road. Then the dog's cold nose pressed between my legs and I gasped. The 
driver glanced over and almost ran the truck off the road. "He usually do 
that?" the man gasped. "Sure-you want to watch him?" I giggled. He nodded. 

That would be great. I could suck the big cock in my mouth dry and the dog 
could lick me off. I twisted so the driver could watch and still keep at 
least one eye on the road. I spread my knees wide and shivered as the broad 
tongue thrilled the entire length of my split. "Jesus!" the driver chuckled. 
"Yeah!" I breathed, and took his whole cock into the back of my throat. 
"Goddamn-sonofabitch! Watch out! I'll shoot off in your mouth if you keep 
that up!" the man choked, as he raised his hips to push it in even deeper. 

"I'd like that," I mumbled, with the proud cock still in my mouth. The 
driver laughed as my words came out in a jibberish. He chuckled. I giggled 
and nipped his cock playfully, low on the hard cock. The big hand on my tit 
never missed a squeeze. The dog's tongue flicked and caressed my exposed 
cunt. It mashed and prodded my clit until I was a mindless piece of passion. 

This was absolute heaven. There couldn't be anything better than a tongue on 
my pussy, a hand on my tit and a cock in my mouth. Unless it was another 
cock in my pussy as well. I seethed and boiled as I deep-throated him. The 
driver paid more attention to my wiggling and squirming than the road. Of 
course, the fact I was sucking him didn't help his driving any either. 

He wheeled into a rest stop shortly after that and the three of us climbed 
into the bunk behind his seat and drew the curtains. The man knelt over my 
head and faced my cunt so he could watch Hitler. It felt weird to have the 
cock upside-down in my mouth and his balls resting over my nose. I couldn't 
see a thing since his giant balls were resting on my eyes. 

Hitler got tired of licking my soggy cunt and crawled awkwardly on top of 
me. The driver was going crazy as he watched the big dog trying to crawl 
forward, to where he could fuck me in the missionary position. The 
doggie-dick drove hotly into my slick cunt and shot to the back of the 
canal. My pussy was tight. The big dog cock stretched and tore through me. 
Waves of searing pleasure pain rippled through my insides. 

The cock in my mouth almost drowned me in its cum as the driver heated 
quickly toward his final super-spurt. A heady sensation gripped me as I 
climbed higher and higher, taking the two different cocks. The two of them 
wound my heated spring tighter and tighter as they rose to their own peaks. 
The driver came first. His glorious prick pulsed and throbbed. It danced 
around and beat my tongue half to death. His balls quivered against my eyes 
and then he let his cum spurt. 

Great gobs of the wonderful juice filled the back of my mouth as the hard 
prick unleashed its fury. I swallowed time after time as fast as I could. I 
emptied sperm and spit into my belly over and over. He squeezed my tits, 
almost mashing them in his excitement. He raised and lowered his ass, 
letting the big prick run back and forth in my mouth until he had completely 
emptied it. 

Shifting off my face, he sat and watched as Hitler drove me higher and 
higher. The ugly doggie-dick roared in and out, battering my pussy to a 
frenzied state of heat. We rose to our orgasm together. I bounced my hips 
back and forth. I rolled my cunt hotly against his surging loins. Then we 
were coming! 

I found myself suspended for a long time in the delicious heaven of orgasm 
as he filled my cunt. When I'd finished, and the dog had gotten off, I 
cleaned up and the driver started selling me on an idea he had. He told me 
that he made regular runs through Barstow. It turned out that he knew a 
Madam who'd opened a classy whore house in the area and needed girls. 

Every time the driver picked up a hitchhiker, who looked like she would like 
that kind of work, he'd drop her off at the house. I'd go over real big, 
because I was young, well developed, liked sucking and fucking and had 
Hitler. It would mean a lot of money for me. It wouldn't take forever to 
build up a nest egg. I'd have nice clothes, a nice room, good food, and 
reasonable working hours. 

I didn't see how I could refuse. I needed money, I craved nice clothes and 
wanted to be able to travel in style. I was sick of being a drop-out and a 
hitchhiker. We got dressed and climbed back into the front of the truck cab. 
The driver started the giant truck and got us back onto the highway again. 
Suddenly the desert looked different. It looked beautiful. I was looking 
forward to my new job. 

Chapter Eleven 

The desert was starting to get cold now as it turned to winter and I was 
thankful for the warm room of Mrs. Johnson's whore house. The deal I'd swung 
with the madam was special. I got paid more than any other girl in the 
house, except for the one who specialized in kinky sex, and my hours were 
more flexible than most of the other girls. Hitler had made it all possible. 
His broad tongue and big cock gave me the edge I needed. I quickly found 
that most men would pay the madam, and me, extra just to watch the dog fuck 
and suck me. Then they would leave a good tip when we were finished. 

I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but it was a means to an end. It was 
only temporary and I knew it. I'd have my savings built up before the winter 
was out and then I could start over someplace fresh. The first couple of 
weeks were easy. I put on a show or two a night and made it straight with a 
few of the johns in between. We never had any trouble. Mrs. Johnson was 
paying the local cops off and had two of the biggest, meanest-looking 
bouncers I'd ever seen. Of course, with Hitler around it was even better. 

Most of our customers were long-haul truckers and local Marines. They were 
nice enough and willing to pay for what they got. The only thing which 
really had the madam worried was the possibility of an accident or an 
unhappy girl, or customer, going to the paper and getting her shut down. So 
she made sure everyone was kept happy. 

I probably would have spent the entire winter there and been fairly content 
if the other special girl hadn't gotten sick. The girl came down with the 
flu at one in the afternoon and Mrs. Johnson called for me. I'd use the 
other girl's room because of its location and soundproofing. There wasn't 
anything to worry about. I'd be paddled and expected to scream and cry for 
show. But the cords would be cloth and the only thing available to hit me 
with was a smooth ping-pong paddle. I'd get eighty percent of the take plus 
tips for any of those kinky tricks. 

I turned her down at first. I didn't want to be spanked. I didn't like pain 
and told Mrs. Johnson so. But the woman talked and talked until I gave in. 
She needed help and I could always use the money. Besides, she promised to 
keep close tabs on the action while I was with that type of customer. 

My normal room was on the second floor and the other girl's was in the 
basement, for atmosphere as much as anything. I helped the other girl up and 
got her bedded down in my bed, before moving the few things I'd need down to 
her room. The night started off well enough. I did my usual routine with 
Hitler and straight fucked a couple of times. Then, about midnight, a new 
customer came in and wanted to paddle someone. That someone was naturally 
going to be me. 

My mind had been blown at the ranch. There wasn't too much I wouldn't do 
willingly, but this still made me nervous. If it hadn't been for the money, 
I'd never have done it. With visions of depositing enough with Mrs. Johnson 
to bring my balance to fifteen-hundred dollars, I dressed in my lacy; black 
bra and crotchless panties, a flimsy black garterbelt and black-mesh 
stockings. Taking Hitler with me, I went to my room and waited. 

My customer was about forty. He was pale and fat with beady eyes. I smiled 
nervously as we gave each other the once-over and came to terms. Then Mrs. 
Johnson left us, taking the money with her. Hitler was anxious to get a 
piece of me and we didn't waste any time. I undressed as my customer leaned 
back in his chair smoking a cigar and watching. I removed everything but my 
garter belt and nylons before stretching out, on my back, across the bed. 
The man stared intently as I coaxed the big German shepherd between my legs. 

The dog's tongue was delicious and soothing. The pink tongue flicked heavily 
across my cunt, thrilling and heating my cunt with each caress. My cunt-hole 
bubbled and drained its slick juices. The big animal lapped it up and 
slurped across my clit. I trembled with excitement. I squirmed happily and 
watched the man in the chair blush deeply as he started to sweat. 

I had gotten so used to doing this that I became hot even under his watchful 
gaze. My nipples stiffened and pouted lewdly. My ass began to grind in 
circles. I squirmed beneath the dog's tongue. When I felt I'd put on enough 
of a show for my customer, and was hot enough, I rolled over and stuck my 
ass high in the air. Hitler backed off and got ready to pounce on my back. 
Everything was going great. I was so hot that a trickle of honey dribbled 
down my thigh and caught on the rim of my nylons. 

The dog landed heavily on my back and danced forward. He'd gotten as good at 
this as I had. He hit my pussy with a single lunge. I gasped and clawed the 
bedspread. Half of it was acting and the other half was real. I had to 
please the customer, but I was super hot at that moment and had to please 
myself too. A real gasp slipped past my lips as the dog's meat crashed into 
my cunt. His hairy cock rubbed roughly against my cuntlips and the entrance 
of my pussy. I whimpered. 

It felt great! So powerful-so good! I tossed my head from side to side, 
biting my lip. I wiggled my ass. I reached under myself and began to toy 
with my tits. "Oh God!" I moaned hotly, as the man in the chair licked his 
lips and stared at me with a strange sparkle in his eyes. Hitler increased 
his pace, grinding his hindquarters harder and harder. My cunt thrilled and 
trembled to his magical torture. Each stroke satisfied an itch someplace. 
Each thrilling stroke heated and fired me higher and higher. 

It was so good-so very good! My tits seemed to swell to the touch of my 
fingers. The idea of having a customer watch and get his kicks from seeing 
me come made it even better. The thrill of the dog's pistoning meat blocked 
everything else out. Hitler climbing hotly toward his climax, his 
hindquarters jerking madly back and forth, and his slobbering tongue licking 
my back spurred me on. My pussy was so hot I could have lit a cigarette on 
it. I'd learned to time my climaxes to meet his and we were soon trembling 
and jerking madly. Our loins slapped together in an unbelievable blur of 
satisfying need. 

"Oh wow! Oh! Oooh! Ooh God-yes! Oh! Oooh! I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Yesss . . ." 
Sweat was pouring from the man's forehead and running down his cheeks. He 
was so engrossed in what was going on that he didn't even notice the 
dribbles of saliva running from the corners of his mouth. Hitler slammed 
home with one last super-thrust and began to fill me with his jism. I sailed 
over the brink of my own orgasm and rode the roller coaster of release. Then 
I collapsed into a heap on the bed and the dog jumped off. 

When I'd regained my composure, I rang for Mrs. Johnson. She came and took 
Hitler away. I would have liked to have him stay in the room with me. But I 
knew he'd attack the man the first time he raised the paddle to hit me. 
Hitler'd had his fun now, and I couldn't let him go around chewing up paying 
customers. Mrs. Johnson led the dog out. The man closed the door and made me 
lay on my stomach. 

Mrs. Johnson had supplied him with the heavy cloth strips. I could tell he'd 
much rather had ropes or chains, but those left marks, so he was out of 
luck. The man had been alert and spotted the location of the emergency bell 
when I'd called Mrs. Johnson earlier. Now he tied my hands cruelly behind my 
back and rolled me over. Then he pulled my feet over my head and tied my 
ankles to the top rail of the old iron bedstead. 

When he was finished, only my head, shoulders and tethered arms were on the 
mattress. My ass and pussy were in the air. I was entirely at his mercy. The 
bell was mounted on the wall, right behind the head of the bed, and I was 
tied so I couldn't reach it. I glanced down. My pussy still had dog cum 
smeared all over it. That seemed to excite the man even more. I stared 
nervously as he examined the paddle that had been left for him. He finally 
tossed it aside in disgust and left the room. 

He came back in a few minutes with one of the water hoses off the washing 
machine. I began to struggle in desperation as he wedged the chair under the 
door knob. All of my inner warning systems were ringing now. It was too 
late. I couldn't free myself or reach the bell. He walked over to where I 
lay and dipped his finger into my cunt. 

Backing off, he took out a pen knife and sliced the end off the hose. 
"Please . . ." I whimpered shakily. "You're bad-evil! I'm going to teach you 
a lesson!" he babbled. He stepped out of my line of sight. I heard a 
swishing sound. The rubber hit me directly across the cunt, in the center of 
my split. I screamed at the top of my, lungs. The pain was incredible! Blow 
after blow smashed into my exposed cunt and buttocks. He didn't stop until I 
lost control and pissed all over myself. 

He licked his lips and undid my ankles, tying them to the foot of the bed. 
Then he picked up the paddle and smacked my right tit real hard. I screamed 
again. The paddle raised up and came down again! Time after time it raised 
slowly and swished viciously back down. My tits puffed up and my nipples 
started to ooze blood. The pain seemed to go on forever. The wild-eyed, 
slobbering man kept dancing around and around, striking me here and there. I 
gave up screaming, convinced that no one could hear me. Finally I passed 
out. 

When I came around, I thought I was going to die. My whole body ached. I 
don't know what else he'd done to me but it must have been something. I 
opened my eyes for a second and saw that I was still in the room with the 
man. Only now the man was a corpse. His neck seemed broken, and his head was 
hanging at a weird angle, as he slumped in the chair beside the bed. 

Mrs. Johnson and her two bouncers were talking. They had their backs to me 
and apparently didn't know I'd come around. "Okay," one of the men was 
saying. "We dump the dude in the desert. You want us to take the girl to the 
hospital?" "Can't," Mrs. Johnson sighed regretfully. "If she talks, we'll be 
shut down and go to jail. If you hadn't killed that clown we'd be all right. 
Now I can't take the chance." 

"The girl's in pretty bad shape," the second man said. "Do any of the girls 
upstairs know what's been going on down here?" the madam asked. The men 
shook their heads. I fought desperately not to black out again, but lost. I 
heard the madam tell the two men to dump Hitler and me in the desert with 
the other body, and I opened my mouth to plead for mercy. The words never 
got out. 

When I came around again, I was back at the old ranch. Trinket was wiping my 
sunburned brow and Hitler was curled up at my side. Trinket told me I'd been 
out of my head for two days. I asked what had happened and she told me that 
a prospector who'd been buying pot from us, and knew me by sight, had 
stumbled across me. I'd been dumped in a gully fifteen miles east of 
Barstow. 

The man had gotten me into some shade and walked ten miles to a phone. He'd 
called a guy who acted as a go-between for Jack Rabbit in town. The guy had 
come out and brought me back. It took almost a month to regain my strength 
and get so I was ready to join in with everyone else again. When I was 
finally ready, I had Trinket tell Jack Rabbit I was ready to see him when he 
wanted. He sent word back that I could come over. 

"Hi . . ." I said, standing nervously at the door to his office. "You gonna 
stay this time?" the leader asked coldly. I nodded. "Come with me," he said, 
motioning me to the back room. "Take off your clothes, Ginger." My stomach 
tensed. I was suspicious of any man now and I feared him. But I had no 
choice, I did as I was told. 

When I was naked, the man walked around me, weighing my tits, testing the 
softness of my nipples, pinching my ass, and pulling gently on my pubic 
hair. I stood frozen like a statue, praying he wouldn't beat me up for 
leaving the last time. He kept this game up without actually hurting me. He 
didn't say a word. I became so scared that my knees started to shake. 
Finally he pointed to the old mattress on the floor and ordered me to lay 
down. 

I was so relieved over not being slapped or hit that I flew to it and threw 
myself down without reservation. He stood over me. My fear returned and I 
curled up, watching as he undid his wide belt. I didn't relax until he 
unzipped his fly, dropped his pants and tossed them aside. He was doing a 
strip-tease and it was fascinating to watch. His shirt came off. He stood, 
wearing only his shorts, as he stared down at me. 

I watched as he slowly rolled the briefs down. He kept his monstrous cock 
hidden from view until the last possible second before letting it flop into 
view. It was a gorgeous thing, which hung half way to his knees. "Understand 
from Mark that you can't get enough of cocksucking. I'm going to let you 
suck all you want, baby. In fact, since lunch is just over, I want you to 
suck on my prick 'til supper. If you don't . . ." 

I didn't need a second invitation for that. I hadn't had any sex in over a 
month. I was scared of men, but not because of sex. I just didn't want to be 
punished or beaten anymore. I still liked cocks and my long recovery had 
made me really want one bad. It would be wonderful to lay back and keep a 
cock prisoner between my teeth for as long as I liked. He had me roll over 
on my side. I lay so my pussy was in his face and he could fill my mouth 
with his prick. He tasted salty, dirty, and smelled of old sex and need. 

In other words, he smelled like an animal. I hadn't minded that before. It 
was just that I'd gotten used to clean, well-cared-for pricks. What he 
lacked in cleanliness was more than made up for in strength and power. The 
first couple of strokes on his long cock tugged and stretched it to 
firmness. Then, without any further problem, I sucked it. He seemed to enjoy 
having me gnaw his cock like a bone. He didn't complain when I ran my tongue 
back and forth. I wasn't worried. He'd told me I had to keep it up until 
supper and I didn't want to wear myself out. 

His head rested easily on my thigh and he took his time fingering my cunt 
and clit. It was such a nice change of pace to be able to take all of the 
time in the world. The cock in my mouth was so big I wondered if it 
shouldn't really belong to a horse instead of a man. It was discouraging to 
take so much into my throat and find that I still had at least three inches 
of cock left over. 

The whole prick was well proportioned and his knotty veins were far more 
exciting than the ones on a regular-sized cock. The veins were so big and 
powerful I could almost feel the blood rushing through them. The hole in End 
of his dick was large enough for me to get the tip of my tongue in. I 
cleaned the old sperm and fresh cooze oil away. He mashed his lips against 
my cuntlips and rolled them against each other cruelly. My belly began to 
feel warm and I felt the first wet.trickle of cuntjuice as it ran from my 
pussy. 

His big balls lay across the bridge of my nose and the hair tickled my face. 
I wrapped my fingers around that part of his meat I couldn't get in my 
mouth. I rubbed it like he would, as if he was jacking off. The rest of the 
soothing cock simmered and boiled in my mouth and I lay there like a baby, 
sucking and sucking. His tongue found my clit at last and he started 
building me up to the first of several climaxes. I shivered and moaned. 
Every time I'd start to work faster, he stopped and made me go back to a 
slower pace. 

He stuck his finger inside my cunt. My pussy made snapping sounds as I 
wiggled around on it. I felt him stretch my hole. I knew he could see way 
up, and was taking a look at my inner organs. His fingers left my pussy and 
started on my tits, leaving pussy juice on their soft sides. My snatch 
started to quake and tremble as I strained and soared through my first 
orgasm. I sped up again, only to have him order me to slow down. It seemed 
to me that it must take an awful lot of energy to keep his cock that hard 
for that long, especially since the heavy prick was so big. I did as I was 
told because I didn't want to piss him off. 

I tested different things on him while I lay there enjoying myself. I 
discovered new ways to gum and nibble his cock that excited him. I found new 
and thrilling ways to twist my head and make him shiver. I discovered new 
ways to please a man with my fingers too. It was the most delightful way to 
learn about cocksucking. I only wished that he'd let me make him climax. 

He made me peak three more times and had me built up to the trembling stage 
near a fifth orgasm when he suddenly pulled away and crawled on top of me. 
My ankles were yanked over his shoulders. He pressed them forward so that my 
snatch raised high and my knees pressed down on my tits. The head of his 
cock disappeared in my cunt. He was only able to get five inches in before 
it started to hurt. He knew what he was doing. He didn't go in deep. He was 
interested in watching his cock shoot in and out of my hole. 

When it was -ready to pop, he let my legs straighten and fall back to the 
floor. He fell roughly on top. I felt his hairy chest scrape and mash my 
tits. I got even hotter and more excited than I had been before. His pelvis 
ground and slapped against mine as he battered and pounded away at my hole. 
I had delighted at the thrill of his lips, tongue and beard, without 
thinking how much more powerful and wonderful his meat would be inside my 
twat. Now it was filling my cunt. 

My mind started to spin as he stuffed my cunt beyond capacity and fucked the 
living hell out of me. He fucked in and out to the back of the hole. Then 
he'd jerk back. In and out he thrust. Together we forgot everything and 
fucked mindlessly. We were like two animals locked in our intensity. His 
meat banged my twat with full force. He fucked both of us to our orgasms. 

My belly ached with desire. My tits were on fire. My face was contorted and 
strained. My eyes were dulled as I stared sightlessly into space. I begged 
him to finish me off, before I lost my mind. Sweat dripped and soaked the 
mattress. I'd never been fucked that deep before. It was the most glorious 
feeling I'd ever had. He'd drive against me with such force that my battered 
cunt would almost suck his balls inside. Each thrust would lift me higher 
and higher. 

He came down faster and harder, time after time. We drove to the very brink. 
We pulsated together. I rose to the electric thrill and radiated my glowing 
orgasm. My mind spun off into space. I hovered in heaven for several 
minutes, leaving my body nearly torn to shreds below. Then he finished 
filling my pussy with his giant load of hot cum. I'd come back home to stay. 

Chapter Twelve 

The winter passed pleasantly enough. When it got colder we had to give up 
some of the more broken-down shacks and move in to the main ranch house to 
keep warm. I got so I even enjoyed the highs I got from pot and wine. I was 
still too square to try acid or some of the other things Mark and Tony 
brought back, but I got along with everyone in spite of my square attitude. 
I was outwardly happy and satisfied with my way of life, but there was 
always the thought of joining the real world again someday. 

The first really nice day of spring started without the slightest hint of 
what was to follow. The sky was a beautiful azure. There wasn't even the 
wisp of a cloud. The aroma of spring filled the desert air. The ground was 
dry and the flowers in bloom. Trinket and I decided to go for a hike after 
breakfast chores. I'd had to tie Hitler up the night before because he'd 
been fighting. I was going to set him free and let him go with us. 

The meal was almost over when we got the first hint of trouble. It came in 
the form of a low rumble in the distance, which grew steadily louder. I was 
sitting next to Jack Rabbit. He'd been my lover most of the winter. My old 
flame, Mark, sat across from us. I glanced up when I first heard the noise 
and saw all the blood drain from Mark's face. "They're coming! Goddamn it! I 
told you not to pawn off that bad stuff on them!" he choked, looking 
straight at Jack Rabbit. 

"We'll talk our way out of it," the leader said confidently. "What bad 
stuff?" I asked innocently. "Ah nothing-we passed off some stuff for acid 
that wasn't. No big deal." "Except that we got paid a hell of a lot for it," 
Mark said shakily. 

I had learned to accept the leader's judgment on all things. He said not to 
worry, so I didn't. Calmly finishing my meal, I ignored the roaring 
motorcycles which filled the yard outside. Jack Rabbit and Mark got up and 
walked onto the porch. The rest of us sat at the table and watched. There 
was an argument. It grew louder and louder as the leader of the motorcycle 
gang and Jack Rabbit shouted back and forth. 

Then there was a deadly calm. I hadn't been able to understand the last few 
words either had said, because Tony was trying to get us to go out the back 
way with him. Then there wasn't any time. A loud explosion rocked the 
building. One second I was staring at Jack Rabbit's back and in the next 
instant his head disappeared in a spray of blood. Another blast followed and 
I heard Mark fall. 

I started screaming and moaning. I stood there with my fist in my mouth and 
screamed so hard it doubled me up. The riders swarmed into the house. I 
remember catching a glimpse of Trinket as she was dragged out by three of 
the greasy men. Then I was grabbed by four others and carried away, kicking 
and screaming. 

It had all happened so fast that I was in shock. I didn't really understand 
what was in store for me. I kicked and struggled as they carried me to one 
of the old shacks. I was hauled inside and dropped on the floor. There was 
no time to gather my wits and no way to escape. One of them grabbed me by 
the hair and jerked me to my feet. I squealed in pain. As I was pulled to my 
feet I could hear the screams of terror and pain from other girls over the 
fierce barking of the dogs. 

I was shoved. I reeled into the arms of one of my captors. He grabbed the 
front of the old navy workshirt I was wearing. Holding onto one side, just 
below my tits, he shoved me viciously toward the boy standing in the other 
corner. I felt the buttons tear away. Stumbling into the boy's arms, I felt 
myself being hurled toward another. The rest of the shirt ripped open. The 
last remaining buttons shot, like bullets, across the room. 

New hands grabbed my collar and my arms were yanked backwards as I flew 
toward someone else. I was nude to the waist when I crashed fearfully into 
another man's arms. His hands grabbed my tits and squeezed viciously before 
I was hurled to the next one. I was shoved, spun, pushed, thrown, and kicked 
back and forth between them for several minutes before someone ripped the 
front of my jeans open, ruining the zipper. 

My tits felt like they'd been run through a washing-machine wringer. My 
pants were yanked to my knees and I stumbled headlong into the wall, cutting 
my cheek and scraping my arm and shoulder as I collapsed into a heap. I was 
jerked up and thrown to someone else. My panties were twisted. The 
waistband, which had been designed to barely cover my hairy triangle, was 
pulled down on one side, leaving one corner of my pubis exposed. 

My legs were held close together by my half-masted pants. I stumbled 
awkwardly around the room, from boy to boy, as they mauled me. My mind was 
reeling. I was dizzy from the circle I was moved in and ached from pain and 
fear. I was knocked off my feet. My pants were grabbed by two of them and 
the garment was jerked away. I felt hands grab the top of my panties as I 
was pulled to my feet. 

There was a surge of pressure against my belly as the material strained. I 
stumbled forward. Another set of hands clawed at the light fabric and I was 
hurled away. Someone else shredded it the rest of the way, leaving it to 
fall to my ankles. I fell flat on my face, skidding to a stop at someone's 
feet. 

I was dragged up, completely naked, and spun around the room. I made circle 
after circle. Claw marks appeared on my tits, belly and ass. Trickles of 
blood oozed from some of the scratches. Patches of my pubic hair 
disappeared. Bruises showed up. I screamed, cried and begged for mercy until 
I lost my voice completely. 

I was forced to my knees and slugged in the jaw. My eyes were swollen and 
puffy. I was barely able to see the boy in front of me as he pulled his 
zipper open and took his cock out. "Suck-and baby you'd best not bite!" 

A hand grabbed my jaws with bruising force. My mouth was wrenched open and I 
felt my head being bashed into his pelvis. The cock shot in and hit the back 
of my mouth like a battering ram. It bounced off and drove into my raw 
throat. "Hey-let her do it! It'll be a lot more fun!" 

I did as I was told. I couldn't do anything else. I wished they'd kill me 
and get it over with. I was dizzy, sick and hurt. But they had other ideas. 
The hand let go of my hair and jaws and went for my breasts instead. The 
iron-hard prick in my mouth stunk and needed a bath. It tasted acrid and 
repulsive. I wobbled my head back and forth on it so I'd get it over with as 
quickly as possible. The rugged veins on the side of the shaft didn't feel 
good this time. 

The thin flesh that slid up and down the stiff joint, as my lips pressed 
tight, didn't excite me. The soft firmness of the meaty head didn't thrill 
me. It just hurt and humbled me. I took it because if I didn't they'd break 
my face up, not because I wanted to. The cock exploded. His slime poured 
down my throat and ran from my mouth. I wasn't even given time to wipe it 
away before another cock pressed between my lips. 

The owner of this one wanted a deep-throat: He drove my head against his 
groin and held me there tightly. I almost passed out before he let me back 
off enough to get some air. Time after time he drove into my mouth that way: 
Each time he was rougher and harder. Each time he held my head until I was 
struggling frantically to get air. The others stood around and laughed. 

Most of the terrified screams from other buildings had died away now, 
probably because the girls trapped there had lost their voices too. There 
had been several shots and most of the dogs had stopped their howling. 
Things outside seemed pretty quiet. There was only an occasional rasping cry 
from a girl and a painful whine from a dog. 

When I tried to force my mind away from what was happening to me, it was 
even worse. Every time my mind wandered, Jack Rabbit's mangled, nearly 
headless body swam into view. It was better to stare into the open fly of a 
dirty pair of jeans than remember that. 

The cock in my mouth was really turned on by punishing my throat. He reached 
the point where it demanded quicker and quicker strokes. I had longed for 
that moment. Now I found it was as bad as the suffocating slowness. The 
prick was long and my throat wasn't used to taking something that far down. 
He made me raw and it wasn't long until the pain became excruciating. 

When he started to spurt his load, he pulled out and sprayed my face. I 
choked on the little bit he'd drained inside my mouth, and stared past 
streamers of jism hanging from my eyebrows. The next boy pulled his pants 
down. "Please . . ." I mouthed silently, unable to get more than a strange 
squeak out. 

There was no mercy. The new cock was even bigger than the last. It was 
bigger than Mark's, bigger even than Jack Rabbit's! It had to have been 
twelve inches long and two inches wide. He almost dislocated my jaw as his 
prick slid to the back of my mouth. He had to ram hard even to get the 
mighty cock into my throat. I gagged and almost drowned on my own puke. 
Swallowing desperately, I managed to get the horrible, bitter-tasting vomit 
back into my stomach. 

My jaws, already bruised and aching, started to burn with shots of searing 
pain. I wanted to pass out. I prayed to pass out! I knew they wouldn't stop 
until they'd done everything they planned. My only hope for relief was to 
black out. My mind refused to cooperate. It clung to consciousness much the 
same way it clung to sanity. I couldn't flip out and I couldn't pass out, 
even though I tried. All I could do was kneel there, letting them tear at my 
tits and rape my face. 

My lips were numb. Finally, even my jaw, tongue and throat stopped feeling 
anything. It wasn't as bad then. My mind stopped fighting it. I sensed the 
cock in my mouth swelling. I tensed to receive the load of slime I knew was 
on its way. His spunk bubbled and clogged my throat. It backed up and coated 
the inside of my mouth. It even went up into my nose. I turned beet-red from 
lack of air and started to turn blue before he pulled his prick out. 

My stomach rebelled. The force of my vomit shooting up from my stomach 
cleared my throat and nose. I emptied my tummy and lay in it, sucking air 
into my lungs. They let me regain my senses. Then they slapped me across the 
face and shoved the last of their pricks past my lips and along the top of 
my unfeeling tongue. 

I was past feeling. I knew that some of their groin hairs caught on my 
teeth, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. I'd stopped caring. 
He ran in and out of my mouth for several minutes before finally releasing 
his sperm into my mouth and face. I was relieved that it was over. All I 
wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die. 

There was a break in the action. It was almost like they wanted to relax a 
little so when they started again it would be that much better. It worked on 
me too. I relaxed, thinking it was all over. I lay in a heap where they let 
me fall. Wave after wave of fear and tenseness left. I knew they might kill 
me now, but I was convinced that the worst was over. Then suddenly they 
grabbed me. At first I thought I was going to be taken out and shot. I 
didn't feel panic-just a feeling that I wished I'd turned out a lot 
different. 

They dragged me through the door and threw me onto a rough wooden fence. I 
was draped over it with my ass high in the air. I began to wish they had 
shot me. They tied my hands to the bottom rail and I found I was just one of 
the three girls they'd done this to. We were left dangling over the fence 
while they gathered odd lengths of split railing which lay around the yard. 
When they'd gotten four lengths of it the same size, they laid them out, 
side by side so they formed a neat row. 

Then they dragged the four remaining girls out of the shacks and to the row. 
Their legs were too weak to hold them and they fell. I watched as they were 
pulled to their feet. The rails were jerked up and smashed into their 
crotches and held there. I felt the girls' terrible agony as their eyes 
bugged open wide and they doubled up, clutching at their crotches. 

The boys held them in place and tied their knees together so the rails would 
remain locked into place. Ropes were fastened to each wrist and left 
dangling there until all four of them were ready. Then a man got on each end 
of each rail, and lifted the rail and girls. 

Two other guys took the cords fastened to their wrists and stepped out so 
that the girls were balanced. All of their weight rested on the sharp edge 
of the rails in their cunts. They were held up by the men on the sides. It 
was going to be a race. I could see a long, rough course marked out that 
would guarantee that the four girls would have their cunts completely ruined 
by the time it was over. 

The man who'd shot Jack Rabbit held his shotgun in the air and pulled the 
trigger. The boys started off at a dead run. The girls bounced up and down 
on the splintery rails. I could almost feel them gouging into me, tearing my 
cunt lips and clit to shreds. It was horrible to watch them being ripped to 
pieces. Each time one of them lost their balance the boys on the side would 
let them tip and twist, but only so far, not enough to go completely over. 

All four girls had passed out by the time they crossed the finish line and 
were tossed aside. The boys caught their breath and turned their attention 
back to the three of us. There were thirty of them. They lined up at one end 
and started down the line. My first attacker was the boy with the 
twelve-inch cock. He didn't go for my pussy. Instead he drove his dry cock 
between my asscheeks and into my asshole. 

My mouth flew open and I screamed as he pushed deep into my bowels. My 
asshole burned and ached as if my rectum had never had a cock in it before. 
It was worse than when I'd been a virgin. His cock was so big and dry that 
it tore and pulled the sensitive ring, instead of stretching it. He didn't 
give the pain a chance to die away either. He just shoved in harder and 
harder, faster and faster. It took a couple of minutes before his meat 
became slick enough to move in and out without burning my sensitive asshole. 
Those two minutes seemed like an eternity. My muscles tensed so hard they 
locked for a few minutes. That just added to the bruising agony of the fiery 
torture. 

I felt every stroke-every inch of his cock. There was no let up. He put a 
lot of his weight across my back as he jammed in and lifted. He was trying 
to hurt me as much as he could. The weight of his body drove the rail I was 
dangling across into my belly. After fifteen minutes of the painful 
humiliation I felt his cock start to swell. Then he was giving me a cum 
enema. He stepped away, wiping his shitty cock off on my long hair. 

The next one drove into my cunt. His erection pushed past the cuntlips and 
into my cunt-hole. It wasn't as bad as the one which had just fucked my ass. 
I found it almost welcome by comparison. The boy shoved back and forth in 
heated excitement. He poked my tender cunt-walls. He ran his meat in and 
out. He ran it up and down. He drilled into me at odd angles until he 
finally dumped his load. As he pulled out, his cum joined the trail of jism 
already dripping from my asshole. 

Man after man took me. I didn't grow numb for a long time, but just lay 
across the rail feeling every stroke of their brutality, every inch of their 
cocks. The last thing I remember was listening to Trinket, who was hanging 
next to me, babbling insanely and calling for her father. 

Chapter Thirteen 

I remember bits and pieces of the ride in an ambulance to the hospital. Then 
I guess they put me under with some pretty heavy medication because I slept 
for what seemed like an eternity. The story made it big in the papers and 
things started popping even while I slept. 

The first visitor I remember seeing was Officer Bob Brandt, who visited me 
for a few minutes, brought flowers, asked for a date, and has been back many 
times since then. 

My second visitor was Mrs. Johnson who brought my money and got me to 
promise to keep my mouth shut about her operation. The third visitors, all 
in the same day, were my parents. They'd been through as much hell as I had 
and it showed. I don't know how much they've changed but it appears a lot. 
They even met and liked Hitler. I don't know if I'll go home when I get out 
or what. After all, I have some money now and a date with a cute cop. 

What would you do?
