Chapter 2

The morning sun hurt our eyes. We stood by the side of the road and waited for cars to come our way so that we could at least stick out our thumbs. It was dead quiet. Roosters crowed in the distance. My throat was dry from smoking too much. "Let's walk," I told Tony, "it's driving me crazy to just be standing in the one spot."

"If you insist." We set off at a slow pace, glancing back now and then to make sure no car would creep up on us and disappear before we could implore it to pick us up.

"Only five hundred miles to Los Angeles," I said dryly, "and the beautiful people. I don't know why I ever listen to you, Tony. Your ideas are the worst in the world!"

"You're depressed, that's all. Everything will work out and you'll soon be thanking me for my farsightedness. See, there's a car coming already. Ten to one it picks us up."

"You have all the money." We stood still and faced the car, thumbs extended, our faces adjusted to give out an impression of sincerity. It was an old car, rattling, blowing out blue smoke, and the back door was tied down with wire. But it stopped, let out a carbon monoxide fart, and then the door opened.

"I'm not going far but you're welcome to join me," said a bright, silvery voice. A small girl sat behind the wheel, smiling at us. She had on ragged overalls and a T-shirt that had seen better days. "Just move all that shit out of the way." We cleared the front seat and squashed in alongside her. The girl gnashed the gears and took off with a leap. "Hold on, guys, this car is a rocket!" she laughed, not in the least embarrassed by her driving errors.

I was wedged in the middle and while she changed gears and got the car back on the road I checked her out more closely. Her long blonde hair hadn't been combed in many a moon, it was matted and tangled and blowing freely in the breeze. She couldn't be older than sixteen, a sweet face with a little upturned nose and cherub lips. But she was deeply tanned and freckled, and this impression of outdoorsiness was confirmed by the stuff she had lying on the back seat. Packets of seeds, bags of cement, tools, it all pointed to farming. I asked her if that was her trade.

"Yes, I live on a commune some ten miles up the road," she replied. "It's really nice now that it's starting to pay off, and the only reason we're making any money is that half the cash crop consists of grass."

"How many people live in this commune?" asked Tony, alerted by the mention of grass.

"About twenty," she shrugged. "People come and go but my mother and her old man are the cote of the place. Why don't you come visit a while? They'd like a little fresh blood."

"We just might. What's your name?"

"Sarah. Well, actually it's Serendipity, you know, my folks were beatniks and they got off on names like that."

We introduced ourselves. Tony nudged me to indicate I should make a quick play for this charming little girl. The idea had occurred to me, and to Sarah too. In fact, she had anticipated both of us. "You guys feel like parking a while?" she asked with a wide grin. "If you're going to visit the commune I'd better get a piece of you before the other women get their hands on you. Boy, are they sex-starved!"

"Why should they be?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll find out. Well, what about it?"

"Pull over right here," said Tony. Sarah drove off the road, through some bushes and brought the car to a thunderous halt in a clearing. She turned off the ignition and got out of the car to take off her clothes. She was a smooth operator. We tumbled out of the car, eager to oblige her and eager to get it over with so we could explore her commune. Los Angeles and the beautiful people would have to wait a little longer for us.

She really was a delicious little creature. When her overalls dropped to the ground we found that she had on nothing underneath, and when her T-shirt came off she was totally naked. Small curvy teenage tits jutting up at the sky, blonde pubic hair between her slender thighs, her eyes on us, she came toward us with a lack of self-consciousness that indicated she was far from used to clothes. "Ooooh, look at you two!" she exclaimed as we took off our jeans. "So big and nearly hard already. God, it's been months since I've seen new cocks. Let me get them ready."

She grabbed a blanket out of the back of the car and hurriedly spread it over the grass, then invited us to make ourselves comfortable. Tony and I didn't protest. We lay back and watched as she positioned herself between us. Her mouth pursed over my glans first and her hand reached for Tony's to give it a series of sharp, quick jerks. I watched this product of a liberal education at work with growing satisfaction. One day in the future all women would be like her, ambushing unwary men and treating them to all the pleasures our ancestors had only dreamed of. Her tongue spiraled around my cock with an expertise rare in a girl so young. And the hand job was taking its toll on Tony. We were both hard and raring to go, waiting only for the girl to give us the signal. Her tits rested against my thighs, brushing the nipples back and forth along my hairiness for her private delectation. Further down, hidden from view, throbbed her young cunt. I could guess what it looked like but I wasn't in a mood to speculate. While she sucked and licked I motioned for her to turn and display her wares. She was more than happy to. A minute later her blonde pussy hovered over my face, small, covered in its pelt of blonde fur, and parting as my finger slid along the slit. Rosy inside, soft flesh already covered in dew. The tip of one finger worked up the moist valley until it reached her tiny clitoris, and there it settled down. I moved it rapidly against that hard little button while my eyes drank in her loveliness. Her buttocks were split apart, two hard orbs that were as tanned as the rest of her; and the sun shone down on her puckered pink asshole and lit her blonde pussy hair up into a golden bush.

"Eat it!" she moaned, licking my cock and taking an occasional nibble of Tony's. She couldn't have everything her way. I didn't answer but my finger kept titillating her clit speedily, evoking jerky, spasmodic responses from her lithe young body. My other hand caressed her cheeks and gradually descended to the tight hole of her pussy, stirring about inside and working its way in deeper and deeper, much to her delight. She kept telling me to eat her and I kept ignoring her. It was too much fun fingering her and seeing her sinking into the quicksand of passion.

Tony decided he wasn't getting his share. He took her by the hair and pulled her head over his own cock. Sarah was too far gone to resist or even notice. Her mouth clamped down over his fierce erection and she swallowed a good portion of it. But her body was still on my side, shaking and quailing, the moisture oozing out of her little pussy and onto my face. Her fragrance was exciting, fresh, a long remove from the older pussies we had sampled at the hotel. And, in spite of my resolution, my face approached her cunt inch by inch until the tip of my tongue made contact with her hole and licked up some of that heavenly brew.

The. moment my tongue made contact she pushed her ass downward and covered my face in cunt and hair. Her body pulsed sensually, fucking my face in her own way, and now her moans grew shrill and loud. All she could do for Tony was rub her face against his cock. I kept tickling her pussy with both hands, stretching it and squeezing it while my tongue buried itself deep into her fleshy vise. Eventually she came, so childish yet so womanly as her high-pitched voice rang through the clearing and her body went into a spasm of movement to relieve the erotic tension I had built up in her.

That was our signal. I pulled myself up from under her and pressed the knob of my cock hard against her cunt hole. Tony got on his knees and took hold of her shoulders to keep her steady, while his hard cock barged deep into her mouth and began to fuck her throat. Sarah was limp and oblivious. Her cunt gave easily to the pressure of my cock but once I was inside her it closed around it like a clenched fist and I had to make an emergency stop to give my balls a chance to settle down. This girl was a sex bomb! Even though she was still swimming about in her orgasm her vaginal muscles were trilling around my flesh and her body moved back to get it in to the hilt!

It took all three of us a while to get into the swing. Sarah recovered and began to fuck and suck with purposeful movements, Tony delivered his greedy cock to her in time with my in-depth thrusts. Now we were cooking! I grabbed hold of her cheeks and lifted myself higher so that the backs of my thighs rested on her ass and my cock dug into her from up high. The stem chafed against her asshole and to make sure no part of her was neglected I reached under her and fiddled with her cunt. It was a beautiful morning. The sun shone through the frees, shrubs hid the road from my view, and sitting on top of her that way, riding my cock into her tight cunt, I felt as though we had stumbled into the garden of Eden.

"Hey give me a shot at it," Tony said, pulling his dick out of her mouth and getting to his feet. "You look h le you're going to be all day."

"And why should he rush?" Sarah asked.

"Okay, take over the wheel for a while, then," I said, expecting him to take her from behind so I could have my cock sucked. But Tony had his own needs. He grabbed her around the waist and rolled her over on her back, then mounted her and drove his cock deep into her. Sarah's limbs wrapped themselves about him and joined in with the powerful pounding as best she could. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" I protested. "Couldn't you at least fuck her on her side?"

"I won't be long!" Tony huffed. His muscular body was flexing from head to toe, pushing his dick into her, and each time he drew back pockets of air exploded inside her cunt. This was Tony at his best, the sudden-death technique. He wouldn't last long but while he did she'd get all the sex she could deal with. His cock plowed in and out of her like lightning and within seconds they were lost in their private little world. She flicked back as hard as she could, crying out exuberantly as his big cock touched bottom time and time again. He forced her back until her legs were waving about high in the air and Tony was hunched over her in such a way that he was just inches away from doing a somersault. I stood by and idly toyed with my throbbing cock waiting for him to finish.

As expected, he didn't take long. After a splendid finale of brutal thrusts he released his load and together they sagged back to earth. Sarah had a big grin all over her face and when he pulled out she just lay on the old blanket as though she had been flung there. I wanted to get back in her but she would be too loose and sloppy to give me much pleasure. Instead I straddled over her chest and pressed her firm tits against my cock. She was sweating enough to make it nice and smooth. And Tony, always helpful, lifted her head so that her lips could get at my glans easily. Each time I pushed forward my knob disappeared into her mouth; then I pulled back free and squeezed her tits harder against my cock, repeating the movement over and over until, with her help, my sperm blurted out over her face and chin. Sarah did her best to lick some of it up but she was too satisfied to care about anything very much.

"Wow!" she sighed when we were all smoking and lying on the blanket. "The girls at the commune are going to be very happy to see you two. The last person I introduced to them was a strict missionary-position man who got upset when a woman got wet. But you two have been around."

"You do this regularly, then?" asked Tony.

"Now and then. You see, the men in the commune want to be the cocks of the walk, they don't like any strangers in their territory. But at the same time they're so busy with the farm that they can't keep up with our needs. About six months ago I happened to pick up a hitchhiker and when I brought him home he was just about attacked! Since then I do my best for the others. The men hate it and they try everything to stop this practice. But what the hell, they sneak off to town and sow their wild oats whenever they can, so why not us?"

"Quite right," I agreed. "Listen, what are we doing hanging about in the bush here? Why don't you introduce us to your friends?"

"Okay." She extinguished her cigarette and put her T-shirt and overalls back on. We got into the car and closed our eyes as she reversed out of the bushes and back onto the road. She drove quickly but badly, and we were more than a little relieved when she turned off into a dirt road and we saw a farm house in the distance. "There it is, home sweet home.

We followed her into the big farmhouse. In the surrounding fields some men were busy with a tractor, some little kids were running around the yard chasing chickens, dogs lolled in the shade, and the tang of cow shit hung lightly in the air. Inside it was cool, and there were several women in the kitchen preparing a giant lunch. When we came in they all looked up with unmistakable delight.

"I want you to meet some of the women in the household," said Sarah, "this is Minnie, Nora, Joan, and Lynn, and these gentlemen are Tony and Eric." Pleasantries were exchanged but underneath those polite words were probes and careful glances. The one I liked best was Minnie. She was the daughter of Nora, about seventeen, tall, with black hair streaming down her back and a pair of tits that made me catch my breath. They were large and firm, pushing boldly against her work shirt. Her eyes were big and innocent; in fact, she was the only one who didn't seem concerned with our masculinity. Her mother was. She had her eyes riveted to my crotch, then Tony's, comparing sizes in her mind. And the other two women, both big and buxom, were just as fixated. I knew the one Tony preferred. His choice was Lynn, a big blonde voluptuary in jeans and shirt, not fat but strongly built. Tony liked challenges. Joan was close to forty and somewhat flabby, and neither of us wanted anything to do with her.

Nora, a chubby version of her daughter, advanced toward me with a determined look in her big black eyes. "Let's not beat around the bush," she said huskily. "The men are out of the way and that gives us an hour or so to get better acquainted. Why not come up to my room and rest a while?"

"Ah... yes, sure," I said. My eyes were still on the daughter, but Minnie didn't respond. She kept preparing cold cuts as if that was what she really cared about. Sarah saw the way I was oriented and shook her head to indicate I was wasting my time. All the more reason for me to get her! But for the time being Nora had me in tow. Tony sidled up to Lynn and Joan sulked.

We ascended the staircase and she led me into a small room that contained a big bed and a closet that was open and had clothes spilling out of it. The walls were made of rough timber with a few posters tacked to them for relief. For the rest she obviously led the simple life. There was men's clothing in evidence too. "Do you live here with your husband?" I asked, just to have an escape plan at hand.

"Yes, but he's ever so busy with his tractor," she said, her voice slightly sarcastic. "Joe loves that tractor. I think he fucks it up the tailpipe." She sat down on the bed and eyed me expectantly. I had to have a moment to adjust to this situation, so I wandered about the room and looked out through the dusty windows. The men were still working in the fields, unaware that their women were about to entertain visitors. In the next room I heard the low sound of voices, Tony's and Joan's. Resolutely I sat myself down next to Nora and draped an arm about her shoulder. She snuggled into me and presented her face to be kissed.

The moment I touched her soft, yielding flesh my cock stood to attention. There was something motherly and sensual about her, something that had been completely lacking in Sarah, and when my other hand touched her big round tits I forgot all about young Minnie. Our mouths became welded together by passion and spit, and my hand slipped into her shirt to get at those quivering puddings, mauling them and squeezing them hard to experience them in full. Nora responded with low moans that came from way down in her throat, and her kisses grew fiercer with every squeeze. By the time I found her nipples they were hard as bullets, fine nipples that felt hot and rubbery to the touch. The buttons gave way and her shirt parted to give me greater access. Bulging white tits, overripe, delicious, the kind I wanted to rest between, suck, and fondle, bite! Nora approved. She held my head to her tits and kissed the back of my neck while I sucked my fill. Both nipples came into my mouth at once when I held her tits close together. Nora lay back slowly so as not to disturb me and I came over to lie on top of her, positioning my pelvic bone so that it pressed into her cunt through her jeans. My hard cock rubbed against her thigh slowly, just biding its time.

"That's lovely," she murmured, stroking my hair. "I'm glad you like my tits. They're so sensitive and so neglected. Aaaahhh, yes, suck them, lick them. I used to love it when Minnie was a baby, couldn't wait for feeding time. My husband used to say I'd feed the kid so much that she would explode but I couldn't stop. Suck them, Eric, oh God, I think I'm coming already!"

She bucked and writhed under me, passionately, coming with animal force. I was close to it myself. The idea of that beautiful, lissome girl sucking these same tits was pouring adrenalin into my blood, and what had been lust now turned into the desire to rape! My hand took the place of my pelvic bone, and found her crutch damp and animated. She kept on pulsating under me, well on the way to her second climax. I found her button and zip and forced my hand down her jeans, down along the full, firm belly to the outcrop of hair between her legs, further down, down to where her flesh parted and it became wet and hot. She held her tits together for me, the nipples touching between my lips, and that left both my hands free to work her jeans down over her hips, thighs, to her knees, at which point she took them off with clever foot action. She drew her legs apart and let me ease one finger into her pussy. That was a cunt that had been fucked before, soft flesh that parted easily to admit one finger, then another, and another, three bunched fingers fucking her slowly while my mouth continued to pleasure her tits and, through them, every other part of her body.

"Take your clothes off, honey," she purred. "It's not right that I should be having so much fun without giving you any in return. Go on, take them off. Or wait, I'll take them off for you." She undressed me with motherly expertise and said kind words about my cock. I hardly heard her. The tart scent of her cunt was in my nose and each time I brought my hand close to my face, a fresh, potent whiff of her moisture added strength to my desire for her. Her hands ran along my upright cock, slow and teasing, nurturing it into full bloom, and she made to bend down over it, but I pushed her back and kneeled by the side of the bed to rest my face on her cunt. Big, plump, split wide open to reveal the pink pith, dark hairs growing luxuriously about it, a ripe fig that begged to be eaten. I pressed my face hard against it and my tongue shot out to lap at her plentiful juices, at which point her resistance collapsed. This was the cunt that had given birth to Minnie, all the more reason to do it justice.

I wallowed in her tender flesh, eating, sucking as much of it as I could into my mouth, nibbling at her hard clitoris, and Nora couldn't get enough. Her legs were almost at right angles to her body and both her hands were at her tits, fondling them with that deft touch of the expert masturbator. I didn't know who her husband was, but whoever he was, he ought to be ashamed of neglecting so much femininity! My hands eased down under her big ass and squeezed those plump cheeks so that her cunt opened even wider, letting me drink directly from the well. My whole face was covered in her fluids and I moved my head from side to side to give her total stimulation. "Oh Jesus!" she moaned; pinching her nipples and bringing them up to her lips to lick them. "That's too nice, too beautiful, eat me Eric, eat me... oooohhh yessssss! Oh God, here I come, eat me, EAT ME, LICK IT, SUCK IT, TAKE IT ALL INTO YOUR MOUTH, OH, OH, OOOOOOOOHHHHH!!" Rapid movements, her cunt slapping me in the face, her tits washing about like big jellies, mouth wide open, hands grabbing at the bedspread for support, she screamed the house down. "YES. YES, YEEESSSSSSS, OH YOU BASTARD. EAT IT, EAT IT, AH-AH-AAAA-AAHHHHHH, oh my goodness, oh dear, do it again, once more, just once more and then I'll do anything you want me to."

"Okay," I said, diving in deep again. She lay back and luxuriated in my oral action. To make sure she saw it all she propped a couple of pillows under her head and watched as I ate into her. Her face wore an expression of benign indulgence, as if it was she who was doing me the favor. In a way she was. Her cunt was a delight to eat, so runny and plump, giving of itself with every bite. I burrowed into her for as long as it took for her to come undone again. Then, harder than ever, my face dripping with her juices, I slid up on top of her and let my cock find its own way in. Her cunt accepted all of my eight inches without strain. Her pussy was splayed and wet, and I got the feeling she could have accommodated three of me without wincing. But that had its own charms. Now her soft flesh teased and titillated the full length of my cock, not giving it enough friction to get me higher but keeping me at the same level of lust where every sensation was sharp and vivid.

She enfolded me in her arms and pressed me to her big tits, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear while I poked about inside her. For the first five minutes I fucked her slowly and gently, content to let her inner flesh regale my cock with subtle pleasures. But gradually my desire began to fade. I needed stronger stuff to keep me in action. Nora understood. When I pulled out and held her cheeks wide open she told me to hold it for a second. She shoved a pillow under her ass and lifted her legs high into the air so that her asshole winked at me from between her hams. Then, guiding my cock toward it, she lay back again and clenched her teeth as the oily member butted at her sphincter.

"I like it there, too," she whispered. "It hurts at first -- oh, careful! -- but when it's right in I like nothing better. That's it, let it ride in, slowly now, gently, ouch! You're so big! Aaaah, yes, that's it, that's it, now push hard!" I did my best to comply with her, holding her cheeks out of the way and driving my cock into her with a slow and persistent motion. My knob slipped past the elastic barriers, and once that part of me was in the rest was easy. Now I was fucking a hole as tight as Minnie's would be, and my fantasies took over. Nora became like a big, soft mattress for me. Eyes closed, my hands on her tits, I started to fuck her back passage forcibly, every stroke a winner to judge by her ovations.

In the next room Tony was on a rampage. Their bed squealed louder than Lynn could, but she did her best. His grunts heralded each thrust and the walls were so thin that it seemed they were in the same room with us. When Nora started to yell too, the women went into an erotic duet, one giving a call, the other the answer, back and forth while we labored on top of them.

"That's enough!" panted Nora. "Put it back into my cunt. I can't take all this in the one day." I was close to making a home run and that made me most disinclined to extract my cock from her tight asshole. But Nora insisted, even pulled out and shoved me back into her pussy, so I went along with her for the sake of the rhythm. Her cunt was wetter than before and less exciting than her asshole, but it helped me to ease down. "That's good," she whispered. "Good and hard, now, Eric, shove it in all the way!"

"Are all the women here so used to having their own way?"

"No, that's why I'm being a bit selfish with you," she said, hugging me as if to console me to my lot. "You're such a treat. And listen to Lynn! I haven't hear her sound so happy in months!"

Just as she said that Lynn told the world that she was climaxing, and right on cue Tony gave out several of his terminal grunts. It became quiet in the next room but Nora didn't notice because she was off and running on her next pleasure binge. My cock slipped in and out of her cunt with long, pounding strokes. It was hard and numb now and I was in the middle game, deriving enjoyment just from being inside this big sensual woman. Her head tossed from side to side and her nails raked down my back, and I saw that she was a long way ahead of me. She didn't notice Lynn coming into the room, but I did. The big blonde stood by the side of the bed and looked on pensively. Suddenly she lifted one leg, rested the foot on the bed, and ran a finger down the length of her cunt to spread her juices about her clitoris.

"I love to watch," she explained, noticing my curious look. "It's a bad habit, I know, but Nora is used to it. Do you mind?"

"No, go right ahead." She was just what I needed to stir up my blood. Seeing her big cunt getting a manual pasting just inches from my face put some wallop back into my cocksmanship, and Nora cried out her appreciation. Lynn stood by impassively, working the tip of one finger around and around her clitoris, parting her cunt flesh and letting Tony's deposit drip to the floor. A while later Tony came in, too, looking somewhat exhausted. He sat on the bed and watched the women enjoy themselves in their own ways.

"This is some farm," he commented. I didn't answer. With the added stimulation I had been jolted into the right groove. Now my cock dipped in and out of Nora's distended pussy with long, slamming thrusts, and no matter how loose her flesh was my cock kept on getting more and more worked up. Squelching sounds came from both pussies. Lynn brought her finger down lower and introduced it into her cunt for a few quick thrusts, then went back to her clitoris for a couple of turns, back into her hole, faster and faster. Only when her other leg gave out did she join us on the bed, stretching out beside Nora and ramming a bunch of fingers into her cunt while her body writhed and generally simulated intercourse. As if that wasn't enough we had another visitor.

"Mummy! What are you doing?" came a plaintive cry. I looked around to find Minnie standing in the doorway, devastatingly beautiful, her eyes wide open and aghast.

"Go downstairs!" cried Nora. "Go on, get out of here!"

Minnie left but that one glimpse had taken me over the hump. My back hunched up, my cock seemed to grow and expand several inches, and I started to rut like a wild beast. Our pubic bones gnashed together with every stroke. Nora started to squirm and make strangled little sounds, tight and hot, getting ready to explode. Lynn was in just as heated a condition. One of her hands was just about up her pussy, the other was feeling my ass up. In a burst of energy I galloped home and shot my load deep into Nora as she came completely. Both of us kept moving up and down but now it was reflexive, the way a chicken keeps running after it has lost its head. And when we finally sub-sided Lynn gave herself the coup de grace and sagged along with us.

"That was wonderful," said Nora.

"I agree," I said, rolling off and letting the breeze cool me down. "Tell me something, how many women are there in this house?"

"About twelve, but that includes the kids," Nora said tiredly.

"And the kids include your daughter?"

"No... but she's one of the kids as far as you're concerned." There was a bite in her voice that warned me to keep away. Now I really had to have the teenage lovely. "Believe me, the women in this place will keep you busy enough, right, Lynn?"

"You bet."

"Of course, that means we won't get another shot at these two studs," Nora went on, looking her friend in the eye. "How long are you guys going to stay?"

"Oh, a couple of days," Tony shrugged. "But fair's fair, girls, you've had yours, now it's the turn of the others."

"You see? Perhaps we should hide them in one of the rooms, that way the men won't throw tantrums and we'll get our fill for once."

"That's not a bad idea," said Lynn.

"Oh no, you don't!" Joan was at the door, glowering at us, arms akimbo. "You pulled that trick once before and I didn't get laid at all! This time I'm claiming mine before you make off with it."

"We were just kidding, Joan," Nora said feebly.

"Some joke. Hey, you, handsome, you look like you could go another round." She pointed at Tony, who had been trying to hide behind Lynn. Joan wasn't going to take no for an answer. She took off her clothes and came at Tony like a quivering tank. In her own way she was sexy. Her tits bounced left and right, as did the rest of her, and her thighs brushed together as she walked. She had an ass the size of one of those radium-grown pumpkins and when she lay on her back and spread her legs a big cunt gaped before Tony's eyes. He gazed into its dark-red depths and swallowed nervously.

"Look, I just got through with her," he protested. "I don't know if I can get hard just like that."

"Bring it over here and I'll get it up for you." Joan reminded me of a dowager schoolteacher, all authority and bulk. But when she got hold of Tony's cock she treated it very well. Tony sat on his knees beside her head and watched as she took it gently into her hands and brought it up to her mouth. The tip of her tongue careered over his flushed knob and worked its way around to that sensitive section under the awning of flesh, licking and probing, sliding down his flaccid stem and back up again, pursing her lips about his knob, swallowing him whole, doing everything Tony liked to have done to himself. And sure enough, after a minute or so of this intensive treatment the patient raffled. It was when she took his balls into her mouth and swallowed them that his dick filled out and stood up. From there on she was even more industrious. Her tongue, lips, teeth, and spit all bore down on him, working him over, loving him up, until he was so hard that his ass was already making flicking motions. Then Joan laid him out on top of her formidable body and told him to get fucking.

Tony obeyed with unusual meekness. His cock slipped inside that worn, ragged cunt and began to push all the way up it, aided by Joan. A change came over her when it was all the way in. That authoritative, butch look dropped away and in its place appeared a passionate woman. Joan loved to be fucked. The first couple of strokes made her cry out hoarsely, and the next batch had her floating on air. So much appreciation brought the best out in Tony. He started changing angles and his hand came down to finger her clitoris while he fucked her, only to be rewarded with impulsive kisses and sudden cries. We all sat around the happy couple and watched as Joan got herself fucked into oblivion.

At one point I caught Minnie peering in, her big dark eyes curious now that her mother wasn't toiling under a male body. Since the girl was so interested I could only suspect that she wanted some for herself. I'd give it to her if it was the last thing I did! Her mother could say anything she wanted, her daughter was going to be penetrated. No doubt Tony would have a shot at her, too, but after me. We shared everything but the special ones.

My friend satisfied the big, flabby woman over and over before he could manage to abort an ejaculation from his tired cock. As soon as that was done he got off her and demanded to be shown where the shower was. We were all sweaty and greasy so the woman came with us and we all stood in a big iron tub and let the cold water splash over us. After we had helped each other to wash and dry we trooped down to the kitchen, fully dressed again and looking fresh and clean, to partake of lunch.

Now the men came in, and the rest of the women with them. The women were delighted, the men barely managed to be polite. Tony and I sized them all up and found little reason to worry. Like Sarah's parents, they were all ex-beatniks, given to intellectual rather physical aggression. We had both spent enough time in college to deal with mental violence. No matter how the men tried to belittle us, we wouldn't be cowed. Lunch became a battle of supremacy and since we had nothing to lose we could only win. By the end of it we had nine more lays lined up, ready and waiting. But for the time being the men stood in our way. They were most reluctant to go back to work after lunch. It took some sharp words from Joan to get them out of the kitchen. Besides, they saw that we were in no condition to take on the next applicant.

When the dishes had been washed and the table cleared, one of the women suggested we go take a swim in the dam. It was a hot day, perfect for that sort of thing. And when we saw that none of them were bothering with swim suits we figured it would be the perfect occasion to check out the next women for our list. I was thrilled that Minnie was coming along with the party. Nora tried to make her stay home but the girl was headstrong. Even though she gave me no sign that she was interested, I figured that she was consciously in the running. I could hardly wait!