Chapter 2
The scream woke us all up.
It was Tonia and she was down at the end of the room and I rubbed sleep from my eyes and wondered how she had gotten out of the sleeping bag without waking me up. We had gone to sleep with my pecker still buried in her hairy snatch.
The others were up, the girls almost naked, the boys with nothing on but shorts and/or T-shirts. Allan was coming up from the shower stall with nothing on but a grin. Happy faced Toodles was in front of me, standing on Ken's cot, and I shouted; "What the hell is going on?"
The smiling boy turned reluctantly, said good morning almost casually and said: "Nothing much. The big Sicilian is rutting Tonia." Pretty little Allison was on the next cot.
"Come over here, Ron," she said. "See the show for nothing."
I leaped to her cot and held on to her for balance. It was a show, all right. There was the big Sicilian, his massive shoulders covering up the more attractive part of Tonia. And there were Tonia's legs, wrapped around his dark bare back like white ribbons around a tree trunk.
I saw his. balls, enormous even during the act of love, and I saw his narrow buttocks flexing with each thrust as he whaled away at the screaming, willing girl.
I leaped off the cot and went toward the couple on my own cot.
"God dammit," I roared. "I'm putting a stop to this happy horseshit!"
"You touch us, I'll kill you," Tonia shouted.
She was howling at the top of her lungs and her legs were pulling old Pietro to her as though she had never been screwed by anybody before--and I just finished fucking her not more than eight hours ago. I was madder than hell, but there was nothing I could do.
The big jerk grinned up at me as he worked with his expert tool and I saw Tonia's eyes glaze in ecstasy and abandon as she took him into her small body, time and again, harder and harder. The others moved in for a better vantage point to witness the public deflowering, if one can call it that. I moved closer, too.
As I watched Pietro's massive body pummel the girl and Tonia's tiny body respond willingly and happily, my anger began to leave me. It all seemed too natural for anybody to object to it. They went together like sunshine and flowers, like the beach and the sea, the sky and the earth.
They were the flower children of the moment and it would be sacrilege to disturb them, even with shouts.
We were almost reverently quiet; there was some-thing almost divine about their movements. It was like watching a solemn pagan ritual on a great Roman altar as the big Sicilian fucked away at Tonia, seeming never to end, never to reach climax.
I said earlier that we had a code about fucking in public. We did. In that moment, watching Pietro fuck Tonia right in front of us all, I felt that the code was a silly one; that, if Pietro didn't dissolve it, we. would do it by mutual consent. I felt the same way yesterday when he was screwing Sofia, but I was too angry to be rational then.
Sofia was standing on the other side of the couple and she had on only a pair of panties. Her class ring, from Miami University, bobbled between her white breasts and she was cheering on the humping couple, slapping her naked thighs, laughing, making her breasts bobble with the ring. Beside her was J. C., the grad student from Berkeley, and his reddish beard was jiggling mischievously and his penis was erect. I thought, oh my God, I'd better get around there before he sees Sofia beside him and sticks her with it.
I got around there in a hurry, almost tripping over Pietro's big naked feet in the process. When I was beside Sofia, I looked again at the happy couple on the cot and old Pietro had spun little Tonia around and was assaulting her from behind. They were both on their knees on my cot and I was afraid they would go through the thin canvas any minute. But I wasn't really afraid; I was too hot to be afraid of anything.
I had to grant Pietro one thing. In our full year at the Jilkes Group camp, we had not been sexually deprived, but we had certain codes which, I now realized, were inhibiting. We would do something about them.
Public humping was one of them.
Before Sofia knew what was happening to her, I slipped up behind her and prodded her soft white buttocks with my penis. I spread her cheeks and pushed in until the tip of my swollen prick was adventuring in the forest of her pube.
"Who is it?" she asked. She didn't turn, she just asked. Her eyes were glued to the mad couple on my cot.
"Santa Claus," I said.
Sofia grinned and her hands came down and directed my raging tool to the proper place. I felt the moistness of her cunt even through the thin nylon panties, and then she slipped the panties down to her knees and I took them the rest of the way.
Quick as mercury, my tool was back in place and this time I felt moist flesh through the hairs; and then I was slipping into her as easily as a Japanese fisher-man filets a shad. I moved up slowly, feeling the tightness of her cunt swallow up my quivering prick. I leaned over her smooth back and took her swinging breasts in my hands. I shot in all the way and her cool ass was pressing against my groin.
It was an epidemic thing.
I mean, when the others saw what I was doing, against the camp code, it caught on like a brush fire in Los Angeles County. J. C. latched onto Lila, Ken went after Marga, Toodles after Allison, Wayne after Suzanne, Jimmy after Marianne. I lost track after assessing that many couplings.
It was no big thing to lose track. I was on a good, solid track with Sofia now and I didn't mind that the pussy I was routing had been reamed out yesterday by the husky intruder. It was too good to complain. Besides, there was a kind of poetic justice in the fact that old Pietro was getting seconds on Tonia--I had at least bettered him on that score.
I had all I could handle with Sofia without thinking about Pietro or the others, but I must admit that the activities around me added considerably to my, enjoyment of the camp favorite, beautiful little Sofia, from Miami. Sex is always good, but I quickly, learned that group sex is better. I wondered, as I slipped easily in and out of Sofia's hot cunt, just who in hell had set up the camp code that humping was to be a private matter with no public displays. With a wince, I realized that I had set up that stupid code.
In just fifteen hours, Pietro the big Sicilian had abolished it, torn it to shreds. Reluctantly, I thanked him.
The Great-house was filled with happy shouts and happy sucking, slurping sounds. Everybody was occupied. Even poor Mike from Michigan State was involved. He didn't have a girl, but his big basketball hands were working diligently on his stiff cock and he was sitting on the floor beside Pietro and Tonia, whacking off as he watched the movement of the Sicilian's cock in and out of Tonia's straining pussy.
What happened next was not by design. We had never done anything like it before, but I wished we had.
It started when Sofia reached out and put her hands on Ken's hips. Ken was humping Marga, the Ohio State beauty, from behind and Sofia had a rough time holding onto his flashing hips. But Marga saw it and took her cue--she latched onto Jimmy's hips while he rammed Marianne, the blonde bomb from Northwestern, and she, in turn, grabbed the hips of Charlie who was dogging June, the amazing cherub from Penn State.
So it went, until we were in a huge snake dance all around the Great-house. Only it wasn't a snake dance--it was something else altogether, but I won't give it a name.
It is, we learned, a very difficult thing to be involved in a successful snake dance and still keep up the rhythm of sexual intercourse. I mean, we were all locked in place, cock in cunt, clear around the circle, with Mike leading while masturbating, but it was almost impossible too walk, wiggle the hips and still keep up a steady movement in and out of the cunt of the girl in front.
But it was wonderful trying.
Funny thing, though. All through our yelling and howling and dancing around the big room, we didn't get a flicker of notice from Pietro and Tonia. They were humping so intently on the cot that they were oblivious to everything else in the whole world. We went around and around the cot and, each time we did, there was old Pietro slamming away, dragging his big long cock out of that juicy cunt only to ram it back in again. And Tonia clung to him and squealed delightedly.
We got tired of the snake dance pretty quickly and, when it broke up, I fell across the nearest cot with beautiful Sofia. I was locked into her now and I don't think I could have pulled out if I wanted to. But I would never want to.
She was lying on her stomach over the side of the cot with her feet on the rough board floor. I stood between her spread legs and began moving my cock in and out slowly, still into her from behind. I slid my hands under her body and grasped her heavy breasts and squeezed them tightly as I increased my speed and pressure in her pussy.
I was having the time of my life, whaling away at her, savoring the subtle movements of her hips and the smoothness of her ass against my groin. Each time I withdrew, I brought a little more of her cunt juice with me and I noticed that the pubic hair around my cock and her pussy were thick with wetness. I slid my hand down between us and cupped it over her protruding cunt with two fingers split over my thrusting cock. I fucked her from between my fingers and let the excess moisture come off on me and it was a grand experiment.
I had a marvelous vision of coming into her and then quickly pulling out so I could kneel down and suck all the juice back out of her cunt while it was still hot and throbbing. I guess you could say that I loved Sofia more than any girl alive, although I know I could do the same thing with any girl who appealed to me, especially when I'm hot. And I was hot then, real hot.
I blazed away at her, taking longer and longer strokes, enjoying the swift, driving plunges into her sweet, gushy pussy.. She was squeaking a little and we were both watching the orgy around us. The others were in a variety of positions on the floor and on cots, and Pietro and Tonia were still fucking intently, oblivious to the whole world.
In that glorious moment, I was glad the big Sicilian had roared into our compound with his big Harley. We had never had a public fuck, although it was on my mind constantly and we all had thought about it. But we had started the commune with the idea that we would observe certain rules. There was no rule of partners; we slept with any of the women we wanted to sleep with, but we always did it with a certain sense of privacy.
We were plain dumb, I thought at that particular time.
"You're slowing down, Ronnie," Sofia squealed at me. "Come on, baby, fuck me harder or I'll lose interest."
No broad was going to lose interest in me while I was buried to the hilt in her cunt, so I poured on the coals. Even as I fucked as hard as I could, nearly breaking the legs of the cot, taking long strokes and thrilling to the marvelous sensations of her pulsing, gripping pussy, I realized Sofia was not enjoying the fuck as much as she had the last time we were together.
I increased everything; tempo, strength, stroke, even my grip on her lovely tits.
And I felt the powerful grip of orgasm take control of my body and then I was shooting into her. I kept up the rhythm and pounded harder and harder as my cock burst into her and I dropped all my load. She was still wriggling her ass, unsatisfied, when I. was finished and started going soft.
She hadn't come and I knew why. Her eyes were on big Pietro as he still flashed away at Tonia. I knew she was remembering how it had been yesterday with the big Sicilian and I wondered what he had done that I hadn't done.
But I couldn't accept that; I could not accept defeat.
I lay across her sweaty back and whispered in her ear; "Was it good, Sofia? Was it the best ever."
Her usual answer, although she might have been putting me on in the past, was that it was the best ever. But now.. .now.
"It was okay," she said, wriggling her ass against my softening penis and expanding balls.
"When have you had better?" It was a dangerous question.
"Yesterday afternoon," she said coldly.
It was no longer a guess. The Sicilian motorcycle rider had outdone me.
"We'll see about that," I snapped.
I pulled out of her and dropped to my knees. I spread her legs as widely as I could and licked the streaks of moisture from her soft inner thighs. I pressed my nose into her wet cunt-hairs and then found her aching cuntlips with my lips and tongue. She bucked on the cot when I touched her in that sensitive region, but she didn't go into ecstasies.
Her flesh was hot when my lips and tongue crushed into the sopping cunt. I kissed the hot flesh and drew bits of it between my lips. I tongue shot into the dark pussy and I tasted the salt-less remnants-of our fucking. I put my lips over her cunt mouth and sucked hard. I swallowed a healthy portion of come and then probed the unsatiated cunt with my tongue. She was leaping about on the cot now, and little, satisfied (and satisfying) squeals and grunts were coming from her lovely throat.
Her pussy was musky, like good wine, and I began to enjoy the experience as she squirmed under my mouth and her cunt began to pulse and grip at my tongue. I found her sensitive little clitoris and it was erect and I sucked it between my lips and abused it gently with my tongue. I heard her gasp; and then her ass began to wriggle violently.
"I'll show you what's good, I thought. I'll make you forget that big Sicilian ever laid a hand on you.
I'm no expert gammer, but I put everything I had into that little act. I probed so deeply with my tongue that I thought the organ was going to fall out of my mouth. I sucked so hard my jaws and cheeks got tired. I cleaned every trace of my spunk and her natural juices out of that writhing pussy; and then I felt her body tense as her own orgasm began from the depths of her soul.
But I didn't let up. I sucked harder and harder, probed more and more, while my hands explored her body to pinch her nipples, probe her navel and slide deliciously down' into the pubic hair alongside my mouth and nose. She let out a healthy bellow as she came and I knew I had bettered the klutz on the motorcycle. Sofia had never had such a fucking and a sucking; she would forget all about Pietro now.
Or so I thought.
When it was over and we both lay spent on the cot and her soft breasts were crushed up against me, I pushed her lovely hair aside and whispered in her dainty little ear: "Was it good, Sofia? Was it the best ever?"
"It was all right," she said.
Then, she yawned.
"I suppose the big Sicilian is better?"
"Much."
I was still stinging from that small but powerful remark when we all showered and got dressed and fell in out in front of the Great-house, which was our usual customary preparatory to the day's work. It was my task to give out the daily assignments and, as I took my place before the assembled group, big Pietro came out of the house buttoning up his fly.
"Buzz off, little man," he growled at me. "I told you I was king of this goddamn outfit now."
I opened my mouth to protest, but I never got a single protest out. The huge hog rider butted me with his head and sent me sprawling in the dirt. When I got up, he was standing with feet apart, elbows akimbo, addressing the group--my group.
"From now on," he bellowed so they could almost hear him in the village, "the women will work with-out blouses, shirts, sweatshirts or brassieres. In other words, chicks, naked to the waist. From now on, sex will be reserved for Pietro and the broad of his choice. I catch one of you bastards making jazz with one of these broads, I'll cut off your bulbs and plant them in your mouth."
There was an ominous rumbling among the men and I got up and stood apart, ready to take the ugly, long-haired intruder. He sensed my presence and drew out a long knife. By god, it was a real stiletto; he wasn't kidding about it. He turned to me and waved the knife.
"Get in line, Clyde," he snarled. "You're just an-other one of the passengers on this good ship lollipop."
I got in line and Pietro continued.
"When I'm finished with all the broads, we might let you boys have some fun. But nobody touches a chick until I say so. Okay? From now on, it's screwing and working and eating for Pietro. It's working and eating for the rest of you dummies. Get my message good, chumps. I only give one warning."
We groaned and went to work, side by side with the lovely girls who had been all ours. And it was worse with their beautiful breasts glistening in the hot California sunshine and us not being able to touch a one of them.
It was agony.