Chapter 5

Becky was speechless when the tall, dark hippie at the campsite offered Bo and Red Dog their choice of the girls there, and then said "the blonde one" was the one he liked. The blonde one was Becky! She glanced at her two companions for some indication as to what she should do, but they only smiled vacantly. She'd have to play it by ear. And Ringo, the tall man, had been so pointed-"How'd you like to get it on with me tonight?" he had said.

Summoning all her bravado, she said, "Oh, wow, whatever happens, happens-I only live a minute at a time."

She was scared the group would see how frightened and inexperienced she was, but to her relief the answer she gave seemed to satisfy him. He picked her up and swung her around in a playful hug, then sat her down and asked them if they wanted to turn on. Bo and Red Dog were ecstatic. They nodded eagerly and turned to Becky.

"Did you hear that?" they said. "Ringo and his family are holding. They're into some grass. Isn't that a groove?"

So, thought Becky, now I'll get my first chance to smoke marijuana - But I can't let them know I've never done it before.

"Outasight!" she chirped. "I haven't had any for a week or so before I met you dudes."

As they all walked towards Ringo's lean-to he asked Becky how much grass cost per kilo in her part of the country. Her heart dropped. She didn't have the slightest idea. But her imagination came to the rescue once again.

"Heck, I don't know," she coolly replied. "I never have to buy any. The dudes I used to hang out with always did that part. All I did was smoke it!"

Her response drew a laugh from Ringo and the boys, and the girls in the group giggled and added their approval. "Right on!" said one. "A chick should never have to buy grass. Her old man should always keep her supplied."

Inside the lean-to, a fairly comfortable three-room affair, they all sat down on the floor and Ringo made introductions. Besides himself, there were three girls -Strawberry, a thirteen-year-old redhead; Bunny, a nineteen-year-old brunette; and Connie, a dishwater blonde of twenty-nine. Ringo lit a joint and took a long drag, then passed it around the circle of friends.

Becky soon discovered that Strawberry was Connie's daughter, which she never would have guessed. They didn't act like mother and daughter at all. And Becky had been curious about Strawberry's very presence at the hippie camp, since she was so young. She had assumed she must be a runaway. She became chummy with Bunny after the joint was passed around the circle a couple of times, so she asked her about it. Exactly what kind of "family" was this, anyway-a man and three girls, with a mother and daughter among them and a spare nineteen-year-old?

Bunny explained, "We're not really a family. Not by blood, if that's what you mean. Even Connie never was married. She had Strawberry when she was just sixteen. We just hang together because we groove on each other. We share the housework and ball whoever we want to. For the past few days Ringo's been screwing Strawberry most of the time, but now it looks like he's got a thing for you. You'll dig him. Last week it was mostly me he was with in the sack, and he really knows how to make a chick get her cookies."

Becky was almost overwhelmed by the new information. "You mean... you mean Connie lets Strawberry ball guys when she's only thirteen? And... and even balls the same guy herself? And nobody gets jealous or anything? And you just got through being with him last week?"

"Sure," Bunny said. "That's our trip. We all just do what we feel like. How old were you when you first lost your cherry-didn't you want to screw when you were thirteen? Connie lets Strawberry ball anyone she likes as long as she takes her b.c. pills."

Becky had to admit to herself that she had wanted to have sex at thirteen. Maybe even twelve. But it was unheard of to do anything about it at that age back in Greenfield.

"Once in a while one of them gets a little possessive over someone," Bunny continued, "but it never lasts long. Why waste time wanting someone who doesn't dig you at the moment? Eventually the cycle changes and the one you wanted comes your way, dig. In the meantime, you might as well get it on with someone else. Might turn out to be a better trip than the first person."

Becky was fascinated by the things the pretty brunette had told her. The idea of so much freedom was groovy, she thought, but a little scary unless you were used to it. She looked up to see the joint being passed to her again. It was the fourth or fifth time around. Twenty minutes or so later, when it came around again, she took a long drag and passed it, by accident, back to the person who passed it to her. Everyone laughed and Red Dog chortled, "Becky's high!"

She soon learned that mistakes regarding time and sequence were very common under the influence of the drug. Once she said, "Bo, should we go roll the windows up in the van? Won't the dew get the seats wet when it gets dark?"

Bo laughed and said, "You're really getting stoned, love. It's been dark for a couple of hours." Becky looked outside and saw that he was right. It was only the grass playing its time-distortion tricks on her.

"This is pretty heavy grass," she remarked to Ringo, covering herself. What she didn't realize was that it wasn't necessary. The others were just as high as she was. Before long, people started drifting away from the circle. Bunny whispered, "See you later. I'm going to go out to the van with Red Dog. Have a good time with Ringo!"

Normally, Becky would have been jealous of the girl, but she found that she wasn't. She wasn't sure whether to attribute it to the grass or just to the influence of her new surroundings. In the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Bo leave with young Strawberry. Surely not, she thought to herself. But then again, maybe so! She was in the room now with only two other people-Ringo and Connie. When she looked a little closer, she almost jumped out of her skin at what she saw.

The two of them were sitting only a few feet away from her, yet Connie had Ringo's penis out and was massaging it with her hands. She had it between her two palms and was rolling it slowly from side to side like dough. And he had his hand up her long dress and was calmly caressing the woman's organ in plain view of Becky!

Stranger still was the effect it had. For some reason, it didn't make Becky at all nervous. It seemed, in fact, to be the most natural thing in the world. And they didn't try to hide it, either. When they saw her looking their way, they both smiled at her and continued with what they were doing. Then Connie, still smiling sweetly, took one hand off his penis and motioned toward it to Becky. She was... she was inviting Becky to come and join in!

By this time, Becky knew that the grass was affecting her. She had heard that the drug had a strong aphrodisiac power. Now she knew it was true. As she looked at them, there was no doubt in her mind that she should simply pad across the room and join in on their scene. They saw her rise to her knees and knew she was coming to them. Ringo held out his arms and so did Connie.

When she reached them-it seemed like miles to her -she walked right into Connie's arms. Since she was sitting down, her face struck Becky about even with her groin. The woman nuzzled her face into the hollow of her pubes and put her arms around her hips, locking her hands together across Becky's buttocks. Normally, she would have been scared to death of anything that even smacked of being queer... but somehow the attention she was getting from Connie seemed the most natural thing in the world. She even put her hands on the woman's hair and began stroking it. It was so calm and peaceful, she thought. There was none of the usual pressure that so often went with sex.

But what surprised Becky the most was finding out that she was no longer afraid to say she was a virgin. It no longer mattered that Ringo and Connie thought she was experienced. She still wouldn't have wanted Bo and Red Dog to know, but they weren't even present.

Connie said, "You're a lovely girl, Becky. When Ringo and I were playing with each other a while ago, we were hoping you'd come and join us. We'd love it if we could both make love to you and to each other at the same time. Would you like that? Would you like for us to carefully undress you and kiss you all over your sweet body, while you use your hands on us any way you like?"

Then Becky delivered her shocker. "Yes," she said, her voice dreamy and slow. "Yes, I honestly would. But there's something you both should know first. I'm a virgin. I've never had a man's cock in me. Other things, but never that. Do you still want to do the things you said?"

Connie hugged her close and looked back at Ringo for his blessing. "You sweetheart," she said to Becky, "of course we do. It makes no difference to us if your pussy hasn't been split."

"Not at all," chimed in Ringo, reaching around Connie to grasp Becky gently by the upper thighs. "If you want us to, we'll even make love to you without busting your cherry. Are you saving it or something? That's cool with us. I can get plenty of satisfaction from you without fucking your cunt by ramming my prick in. And let me tell you, Connie here is a fantastic suck artist. She can make you come in a few seconds or she can draw it out for hours. My God, I can get my nuts off just by watching her work on you. I bet you've got an awfully cute cunt."

"No," protested Becky, "I want you to bust it. I lied to Bo and Red Dog and told them I wasn't cherry, and I don't want them to find out." It was still amazing to her how she could be so truthful with these strangers. She was sure now that it must be the effect of the grass she'd smoked.

"Don't worry then, sweety," Connie consoled. "You're in great hands. Ringo will make it real slow and yummy for you. It'll hardly hurt a bit. I let him take Strawberry's cherry when she was just eleven and she loved every minute of it. There was just a spot or two of blood. And don't forget, I'll be in there loving you up too. There are certain things another chick can do for you better than any man."

Becky knew that the idea of a grown man having sex with an eleven-year-old girl might have seemed scary to her if she hadn't been so stoned. Not to mention having a person of her own sex talking about what she was going to do to her. But the way things were, she was pleased as punch.

"Honey," said Ringo to Connie, "this is going to be a great trip, you know it. Let's you and me give this cute kid the time of her life, okay?"

Then he turned to Becky. "Lay down on the rug and let us start taking your clothes off. While we do it we're going to be kissing and fingering each other, so you can have the pleasure of watching us while we get you prepared."

"Do you like to watch people make love, sweety?" asked Connie.

"I... I haven't really seen all that much of it," she faltered. "But I know I'll love watching you two. It was getting me pretty worked up just to watch you from where I was sitting a while ago."

They laughed. Ringo told her he was sure that she'd like looking on. He said that anybody would like it, but most people just wouldn't admit it. They lay her down on her-back and Ringo told Connie to take off Becky's clothes while he watched. He also told her that he would play "follow the leader with her."

"What's that?" Becky asked, as Connie began raising the hem of her miniskirt."

"That means that he's going to watch me with you and do everything to me that I do to you," Connie explained. "It's a groove. Now, spread your legs, honey."

Becky did as she was told. The way they were talking to her was almost as though she were a baby. Usually she would have resented such treatment, but now it was relaxing and fun. As soon as she widened the V of her legs, she felt Connie's hands on the tender skin midway between her knees and hips. And she noticed that her new lover was lying down beside her so that Ringo could do the same to her. His fingers were on Connie's thighs at the same spot.

Then the woman took hold of her skirt hem and fanned it up and down to make a gentle breeze. "Ummm, that's lovely," she said to Ringo. "Smell her girl scent wafting out from under her mini?"

"Sure do," he said, "but your granny dress is too long for me to do it to you."

"Here, does this help?" she said, scooting her buttocks backwards and lifting the long hem so he could get at her. Ringo fanned the garment and his face broke into a dreamy smile.

"This is nice, you know it? I can smell you both now," he said.

Connie lay down sideways with her smooth face next to Becky's inner thigh and her nose against one leg. Ringo did the same to Connie.

"I usually like to play with a chick a lot longer before I put my face between her legs," confided Connie, "in order to get her plenty warm and ready. But your little pussy's smelling «o fine I think it's hot enough to be licked right now."

Becky was so excited at the thought of how it would feel to have the woman's mouth on her private organs that she started squirming around on the rug before Connie even touched her panties.

"Look at her, Ringo," she's so hot she can't wait," she said.

"You aren't exactly the picture of repose yourself, honey," he answered as he toyed with Connie's thighs.

Connie finally ran her hand up the slender teenage thigh to the apex of her legs. Becky felt her touch the thin cloth of her lollypop panties and gave a little shudder.

She couldn't help speaking up. "Oh wow, you're gonna frig me now aren't you? Please. Go ahead and get inside my panties so you can put your fingers in."

"No, I'm going to do something better to that sweet cunt of yours," Connie told her. "Ever been hotboxed?"

"Hotboxed?" questioned Becky. "What's that?"

"Show her, baby," Ringo advised from his position between Connie's thighs.

Connie was doubly thrilled because she knew that as soon as she started performing the act on Becky, he would begin doing it to her.

She remained sideways, with her cheek on the girl's thigh. She began breathing against the tender flesh and it sent goosebumps up Becky's spine. Soon she could feel the woman's breath at the very top of her legs where only the panty crotch separated them. But never did she actually touch her lips to the area. Then suddenly her mouth moved across the material of the undergarment and touched down directly over the covered entrance to her vagina. She began expelling air from her mouth and forcing it through the thin cloth to the sensitive skin of the girl's vulva.

The resulting sensation was incredibly exciting to Becky. So this is "hotboxing," she thought to herself. You put your mouth on someone's clothes and blow air through to the pussy or cock. Ummm, it's a groovy feeling.

Then she heard Connie making low moaning noises and realized that Ringo must be giving her the same treatment. And to her great pleasure she could feel the moans too-with the woman's mouth directly on her panties it was easy to pick up the vibrations.

Wow, she thought, this has to be where the phrase "good vibrations" came from!

She raised her head just high enough to see over Connie's body and the sight she beheld made her blood run hot and thick. Not only was she able to see Connie's pretty face plastered between her own anxious thighs, but she could see Ringo's face jammed between Connie's, giving her the same treatment. Becky felt the sweat start rolling down her sides and off her breasts. Moisture had been welling up inside her vagina ever since Connie started hotboxing her, but now she was beginning to sweat everywhere. She hoped Connie would take her clothes off soon and make her completely naked.

"Unhhh," she moaned, her thoughts scattered by a new surge of hot air from Connie's mouth that came fogging through her lollypops. Why it should be so exciting to have such a thing done to you when you still had your undies on, she couldn't imagine, but it certainly was. The vibrations of the woman's lips started up again as she emitted a groan from the pleasure Ringo was giving her.

A movement of Connie's hand opened up new vistas. Becky felt the moist tips of her fingers slip underneath the bottom of her peasant blouse and go stealing across the flat, warm plane of her firm stomach.

"Oh good, you're going to-" Becky began.

"-to get my hands on those darling tits of yours that pooch out so fine under your blouse," finished Connie.

Her hand didn't close over it suddenly like guys do it, the girl noticed. It caressed the round base thoroughly and carefully before ascending the protuberant flesh as far as the crowning nipple. The slowness of her approach made Becky want it there long before it arrived. By the time Connie's educated fingertips reached the nipple itself, Becky was rolling from side to side and really needing it bad. The fact that Connie's mouth was still busy on the girl's panties was stimulating enough-the added thrill of having her nipple finally touched by the woman's delicate fingers almost drove her wild.

Becky managed to glance over at the chest of her lover and saw that, just as they had said, Ringo now had his hand up Connie's dress and was applying the same tender touch to her breast.

Connie started running her fingers lightly back and forth from one nipple to the other under Becky's blouse and the anticipation of having each caressed in sequence made her begin rolling from side to side again. Then Connie moved both hands underneath and favored each of the girl's breasts with a continuing touch. For the first time in a long while, the woman raised her busy mouth from the girl's pelvis.

"I know you're hot, sweety," she said, "in more ways than one. You want these damned clothes off, don't you? I know how you feel. Ringo's making me feel the same way."

She pulled Becky's blouse up over her jutting young breasts and the girl gladly raised her arms so it would slide off. After that Connie straightened her own arms so Ringo could do the same for her. But before he could get it off, Becky heard her say, "Wait a minute, love. Stop and take a look at Becky's tits first. I mean, aren't they really fine? They aren't giant, but they're so full and round and the skin's so pale and clear. Look."

At this point Becky was embarrassed at the compliments and didn't want to raise her head to look at them like she'd been doing, but she knew that he was looking.

"They're real beauts, Connie. You're going to really have something when you take a mouthful of them. Now let me go back to yours, honey. You know how much I love them," he said.

Becky couldn't believe her ears when she heard Connie complimenting her so much. For one chick to say something that nice about another was real nice in the first place. But to call a dude's attention to it-that was really too much. It was beautiful to see people so untainted by jealousy.

After Ringo took Connie's dress off, she lay naked except for her panties. Becky was wearing a miniskirt which was way up around her waist, but it still obstructed their activity a little. Ringo noticed it and said, "Here, Connie, let me get her skirt off so you can get to her better." As he drew it down past her knees, Connie raised one of her panty legbands and pointed to the rich golden forest of curls.

"Look at that, honey," she said to him. "Think how groovy it's going to be soon when you slip your nice big prick in there and split her cherry for her. Remember how little Strawberry acted when you did the job for her? And she was so much younger! I bet Becky's going to go wild when you do it to her."

"You're getting ahead of yourself," he chided. "We're playing follow the leader, remember. And you're the leader."

Connie enthusiastically took him at his word. She crawled higher and took Becky's left breast into her mouth. Since that left the girl's pubes without any stimulation, she put her fingers inside her panties and began fingering her. Ringo, followed her example. In order to place his mouth on Connie's breast, it was necessary for him to have his back up against Becky's stomach. It was the first time the girl had felt him next to her and it felt wonderful even though it was only his back.

The sweat was pouring from her slender torso and her pubes were so wet that Connie's fingers slid in and out with complete ease. The three of them were now so close together that all three could feel each other's bodies a little bit even though it was a one-to-one relation.

Connie was masturbating Becky so well she couldn't believe it. She seemed to know precisely where to touch her and how long to keep it up. The girl was breathing in great, deep gulps now and her slender frame was writhing.

"Damn, Ringo," Connie said, "the little fox is so hot I think you better get ready to mount her. If I hadn't felt her maidenhead myself, I'd think she'd been fucking for years. She's hot as a firecracker. Let's don't make the poor thing wait any longer,"

As though it were necessary to back up Connie's words, Becky said, "I don't care what you two do to me. You can just do anything you want. You're making me feel so outasight I'm about to come in my panties right now... oh my gosh... oh... oh, it feels good!"

Connie rose higher up the girl's body and said, "Yank 'em off of her, Ringo. I want to hug her tits some before you mount her."

She tenderly cradled the teenager's body in her arms and, for the first time in her life, Becky experienced the sensation of having another female's breasts pressed against hers. Connie then kissed her neck and ears, buried her nose in her blonde hair, and ended by kissing her full on the mouth. Becky never knew it would be so nice to kiss another girl. She liked it so much that she avidly opened her mouth and darted her tongue against the woman's soft, moist lips. They lay tonguing each other's mouth until Ringo gasped, "There, her panties are off, Connie. Now you can give her a little cunt-fucking before I get on her."

Connie rolled directly on top of the girl and began slowly grinding the plush firmness of her pubic mound against the soft, resilient flesh. Becky spread her legs eagerly for more. Soon Connie worked her way in so close that she was actually rubbing her clitoris against Becky's clitoris. The girl felt waves of heat engulf her loins and spread all over her body. Then, with perfect coordination, Connie swung off her and Ringo placed his hand on Becky's genitals. Now Becky lay on her back with her legs wide apart, Ringo's hand in her heated slit while Connie lay near her head. As Ringo kept up the excitement, Connie got behind Becky's head and bent forward until she was kissing the girl in an upside-down position. Becky could feel the comforting weight of Connie's breasts bouncing around in her hair.

Ringo quickly moved up between her legs and began using both hands on her vulva. She was already hotter than she remembered ever being in her life before he started using his second hand. Soon her young vagina was crying to be entered. She began bucking her buttocks up and down on the floor for the need of a penis inside her.

"Don't worry, honey," consoled Ringo. "You're gonna feel me in you damn quick now. I just want to make sure your little cunt is as soft and pliable as it can get."

She tore her mouth from under Connie's kiss. "Oh, God, please fuck me... please let me feel your prick in now. I'm ready... oh, god damn, am I ready... make him ram it in, Connie. Please!"

Connie's eyes were sparkling and her vulva was dripping from the excitement of watching the naked girl wriggle on the floor. At last Ringo lowered himself onto the girl's hungry crotch. The solid knob of his instrument had barely touched Becky's wet, sensitive sex flesh when she hoisted her loins into the air and succeeded in clamping her frantic lips over it.

"Jesus, Ringo," exclaimed Connie, "she's so damned hot for your cock she raised her ass right up there and trapped it!"

She was still wriggling her pelvis madly below him, but even with her vaginal lips locked tightly around the head of her prize, he was back in control. He fed the stiff shaft to her an inch at a time, pushing it into her with slow, deliberate care. The sweat was flying off Becky's arms and legs as she jiggled her body beneath his. Beads of moisture were popping out all over his body too.

He glanced up at Connie, still positioned behind the girl's head, and they exchanged a meaningful glance. Both were so stimulated by what was going on that they weren't up to talking, but they were practiced enough that all they had to do was look at each other to prepare for what came next. With Becky remaining flat on her back and Ringo above her with his penis going deeper inside her organs, Connie straddled the girl's face and placed a knee on each side of her head. That way Ringo could easily bend forward and reach Connie's sex with his mouth without disturbing his activity with Becky.

He stuck his tongue out and Connie gasped as its hot, wet tip touched the nakedness of her moist orifice. He darted it straight to the pulsating tip of her clitoris.

"Oh yes, love... that's it, urged Connie. "That's the way to lick me, right there. Feed Becky your prick, but give my cunt that big wide tongue of yours. Oh, this is gonna be good, love, this is gonna be good. I love watching you fuck her sweet little virgin cunt while you give me a mouth job. Go on, that's the way... that's it."

Connie stood tall and wiry on her knees and met every thrust of his tongue. By reaching straight down past his head, she could easily touch Becky's jouncing breasts. She took the girl's lovely mammaries in her hands and teased the nipples while he poked away at her vagina.

Becky was in ecstasy. The hot, thick fullness of Ringo's member gave her vagina what it needed, and Connie's busy fingers attended to her breasts. At that moment she felt his red charger break through the thin membrane of her maidenhead. The pain was almost negligible. Once it was through, he shoved it in as far as it would go and Becky thought the intensity of her pleasure would take her breath away.

"Ungh... ungh," she grunted, her heated organs flooding with the fiery pressure of an orgasm. Then she opened her eyes. Directly above her face, she discovered the beautiful sight of Ringo's tongue lapping greedily away at Connie's flushed, dripping vulva. It was too much. She felt the force of her climax rise like a tidal wave and then explode in the depths of her vagina like a time bomb.

"Ah... ahhh... aiiii!" she cried, and her body flailed like a spastic as she hit the peak.

When Ringo was certain she'd reached her orgasm- there was hardly any doubt-he let go with a thick spurt of sperm and gave a big grunt as he got his. Connie, whose years gave her more control over her orgasm than Becky, had already experienced her main peak a minute or so before either of the others. Ringo knew what she was doing so he kept licking away at her exposed vulva and she was rewarded with three small climaxes in a row. Becky didn't even seem to notice it when her lesbian lover's vaginal juices overflowed and came down on her face in several large drops.

Connie lay back on her side of the rug and idly reached over to pat Becky's forehead. All three lovers were very tired but they were also very satisfied. Connie watched Becky breathe in long, deep breaths for several minutes, then saw her calm down until finally her breathing was almost normal. She asked Ringo to toss her a wash rag, then seated herself between Becky's legs and lovingly cleaned off the tender lips of her genitals. She had been lucky. The rupture of her maidenhead had only caused a few big spots of blood.

Becky looked down at her new friend and said, "Wow, how can I thank you and Ringo? You two made my first time a really great occasion."

Connie smiled. "Just do the same for someone else sometime," she said. "The time will come when it'll be your turn to initiate some young virgin. Besides, Ringo and I got as much pleasure as you did. We love fucking someone else together."

They gave her a bed and she was so sated and sleepy that it didn't even occur to her to wonder where Bo and Red Dog were. The next day they had a big breakfast together and she discovered that her two companions had slept all night with Bunny, taking turns with her. Young Strawberry, it turned out, had spent the night away from home with one of the other members of the group and wasn't even home yet.

Ringo asked them to stay for at least a few days more, but the boys declined. "We want to make Denver by tomorrow night so we can be at the Porcupine Farm by the next night. Besides, we have to get on out to the coast. That's where we're all headed for."

The Porcupine Farm was a well-known hippie commune in western Colorado and the boys wanted Becky to be sure to see it. As they drove away, she sat smiling between them, wondering, Now that I'm not a virgin anymore, which one of these dudes should I let into my panties first?