Chapter 9
The townspeople had gathered their forces after the departure of the Wild Angels. The town was a wreck and they knew it would take years to be rebuilt. They were smoldering with resentment and the words that were on everybody's lips had invariably to do with destroying the commune that all saw as the origin of their troubles.
Mrs. Hammertroth was the leading spirit. Thirsting for revenge after her humiliation, she urged them to gather their courage and make an assault on the commune the very next day. She met the usual apathy at first, since the men were unwilling to give up their lovers and most of the women still coveted the young males.
Such was her eloquence that she was able to carry the day and work their resentment up to fever pitch. Pastor Lionel went along with the crowd unwillingly. He still wished that there were some way he could make peace, but knew that it was useless to go against a raging mob.
Mrs. Hammertroth reminded the citizens that Ella had disappeared to warn the communards. She told them that the whore must be tarred and feathered and run out of town on a rail. Rather than returning the girl's emotion she resented the intrusion of sensuality into her frigid existence. She wanted nothing more than to see her hurt and humiliated.
The townspeople got up early that morning and closed ranks at what was left of the town square. They decided that there was no need for weapons. There were enough of them to handle the passive hippies, so there was no need to take a chance on somebody being killed.
They were a pathetic sight as they marched up the hill, a modern Coxey's army. (The men were middle-aged and flabby and the women were even in worse physical shape. They sweated heavily in the morning sun and were practically enervated by the time they reached Cunt Shack.
Joe and Larry had been making a tour of the grounds, Larry proudly showing off their agricultural accomplishments. It turned out that both men had grown up on farms and had a million common experiences to talk about. They had become fast friends and Larry was about to invite Joe to move into the commune.
"Hey, what the fuck is that?" Joe queried, looking down to the foot of the hill. "No, over there, it looks like those townspeople are coming up here. What the fuck do they want with you people."
"Damned if I know," Larry answered him. "Usually they come up one at a time to get laid. Maybe they're looking for you guys or something."
"Do we have to worry about them?" Joe continued. "I mean are they going to be carrying guns or anything. We'll give them a fight if that's what they want,"
"No, they're not capable of a fight," Larry said, scratching his head, "Let's tell everybody to wake up and come out to greet them. That'll blow their minds for sure."
They rushed back to the sleeping quarters and tried to rouse their friends. Another orgy had already begun and it was difficult to break it up. They finally carried the day, explaining that it was possible that they were in some kind of danger.
It didn't seem likely, but the others put on their clothes and ran out to sit on the porch of the old house. They arranged themselves to look like an old family portrait and eagerly awaited the arrival of the citizens. It was a long time coming, as the old folks were ready to drop.
With Pastor Lionel leading the way with a sheepish grin on his face, the procession wound up the steep trail and finally arrived at the commune. Mrs. Hammertroth was right behind him and could barely restrain her rage when she saw Ella standing in front of her with her arms wrapped around the broad shoulders of Joe and Larry.
It was a personal affront, something she was sure they had arranged to annoy and humiliate her. She tried to urge the citizens on to violence, but it was a hopeless task. Nothing could stir them to action.
"Are you men or mice?" she screamed at them, beginning her diatribe with a tone of voice that split the stillness of the balmy morning. "These animals have ruined your lives and destroyed your town. Are you going to let them get away with it or are we going to take action? We came here to burn this hellhole to the ground and I'm not leaving here until we do."
"But Mrs. Hammertroth," the parson whispered to her, "there are so many of them and we're too old and weak to fight. Shouldn't we try to reason with them, take them into the fold? Perhaps if they came to church this Sunday."
She interrupted him with a withering sneer that spoke more contempt than a volume of words. He was put in his place and kept quiet thereafter. Unfortunately for Mrs. Hammertroth none of the men seemed interested in avenging her honor. They were staring boldly at the scantily clad beauties and even the women of the town had begun to make eyes at the members of the motorcycle gang.
It was hopeless and she was about to leave in frustration when she was stopped by a familiar voice. It was that of Joe, the leader of the gang and her main tormentor, the prime source of her humiliation.
He looked at her with contrition in his eyes.
"Now listen you people," he began, speaking softly to gain their confidence. "We're sorry that we broke up your town. It was a stupid thing to do and we'd like to make it up to you. If you'll let us stay here at the commune, not call the police or anything, I promise that we can have that town in good shape in a week."
Her first reaction was to spit in his face, but the other citizens seemed so impressed by the offer that she didn't dare to alienate her. After watching her perform in public, they had little enough respect left for her, she knew and there was no point in ruining her status as town gadfly any further.
She kept quiet as Joe and Larry continued to exhort the townspeople, explaining then-way of life and eventually convincing the citizens that they meant well after all. The men debated among themselves and soon decided to agree with the proposal. They had nothing to gain by having the Angels arrested and somebody had to repair the havoc that they had wrought.
Pastor Lionel got up to the front of the crowd and accepted their offer in full. He shook hands with Larry and kissed his old friend Joy on the cheek. He felt a fatherly concern for the fate of the lively youngsters and told them that he would like to see them in church more often than had been then-wont.
The youngsters invited their guests into the house and offered them an impromptu lunch. They retired to the lawn while the girls and several of the townswomen prepared a quick but ample meal. Tablecloths were spread on the ground and they had soon initiated an old-fashioned picnic.
A good time was had by all and soon they had begun to pair off and wander to the more secluded sections of the grassy swatch. Mrs. Hammertroth was scandalized by the public display of shamelessness, but there was nothing she could do about it but sit back and watch.
As a matter-of-fact, she was soon forced to participate in the orgy. Ella and Joe came up behind her and dragged her to her feet, each one holding on to one of her scrawny elbows. Before the old witch knew what had happened they had stripped her to the skin.
She screamed out in protest but was silenced by Joe, who kissed her full on the lips, plunging his tongue into her screaming mouth. He kissed her until she stopped trying to resist and then abandoned her to Ella. The luscious school-teacher fell upon her with passion, determined to duplicate their performance of the previous day.
Ella lay the old woman down on the grass and leaned over her to spread her labia. She worked on the sensitive old clitoris until the lips of her pussy were resplendent with cunt honey. Then she lowered her head, sliding her tongue into the cavity and twisting her body so that her own twat gaped invitingly before the helpless woman's mouth.
Mrs. Hammertroth gave it up at that point. Her whole world of rigid moralism' had collapsed around her and she knew that she would have to change her whole life-style. Her values were obsolescent in the modern world and it was just possible that the youngsters had a better way of coping with the complexities of life.
She reached up with her tongue and began to lick at Ella's prominent clitoris, holding it with her teeth until it was suffused with blood. She felt as though she would melt in the young beauty's mouth and slid her own tongue into the bewitching cavity above her.
They lay in the sixty-nine position, eating each other out without a care in the world until Joe decided to get in on the act. He snuck up behind Mrs. Hammertroth and forced his prick into her tiny ass-hole. She tried to pull away at first but came up against the unyielding wall of Ella's midsection.
She had never been fucked up the ass before, but found that it was quite pleasant. The big prick hardly hurt her at all, especially combined with the insistent caresses of Ella's talented tongue. She felt as though she were about to come and began to move her body with a violence and agility that belied her years.
Pastor Lionel had gone over to his old girlfriend Joy, who had greeted him passionately. She let him undress, teasing him for his clumsiness and then pulled off her own clothing in a flash. She dropped to her knees before the kindly old man and licked at his cock and balls until he was at the verge of lustful ecstasy.
"Have you ever been sucked off by two girls at a time pastor," she said, "I didn't think so, but it's never too late to start. Come here Chris, I'll bet the old boy's got hot rocks for those big tits of yours."
Chris ran over to join her and was soon in a similar state of nudity. She dropped to her knees beside Joy and they began to work on the old boy in unison. One would suck his balls, dangling them in her soft warm mouth, while the other licked and nibbled at his still virile weapon. He practically fainted from their combined ministrations, finding it the most pleasant experience of his life.
As they worked the old guy over, the two girls didn't ignore their own bodies. They fondled each other's breasts until their nipples were red and hard and then Joy reached over to finger Chris's delightful pussy. Pastor Lionel looked down on them benevolently. For the first time he understood the unselfish nature of their community of flesh.
The two girls licked his hard cock at the same time, letting their tongues meet on its extended surface. It was like kidding and giving a blow-job at the same time and they found themselves as stimulated as the pastor. It was only . a matter of time before the three voluptuaries exploded and covered each other with come.
Mrs. Perry had sought out Joe, remembering the feel of his huge prick in her tight sweet pussy. She found him standing alone and asked him if he remembered her. He was embarrassed by the brutal way he had treated her and quickly apologized. She accepted laughingly.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," she lilted, "I forgive you after a fucking like that. Do you still find me attractive or do you prefer the younger girls? My husband is pretty busy with Doris over there and if you want to I could show you a really good time, better than yesterday.
Joe was quick to oblige her. The woman was lovelier and more sophisticated than anyone he had ever met. He watched her closely as she slipped out of her clothing with a grace that was remarkable to behold. Soon she was naked and swiveled her body from the waist, shaking her big tits in the gentle rays of the afternoon sun.
Joe directed her to recline on the grass and decided to fuck her without any foreplay. The women was so hot to trot that it would have been a waste of time. He lowered his muscular body onto her, crushing her swelling boobs with his muscular chest.
He slid his prick into her, parting her labia with the force of his thrust. She clung to him tightly, unwilling to let him move until she had savored every inch of his meat. Finally she was satisfied and began to grind her hips into the mossy soil, allowing him to withdraw and then come crashing into her.
It was a beautiful experience for both of them, a revelation of sorts. Mrs. Perry had not been happy with her husband, who preferred the girls of the commune to her own charms and talents. Now she too was able to get in the act and smiled with satisfaction when she saw him jealously watching kher performance.
They fucked passionately, crushing each other in their arms. Mrs. Perry wrapped her feet around his hard ass in an effort to draw Joe ever further into her greedy cunt. In no time they were ready to come and quickened the pace of their amorous bout.
Mrs. Perry was the first to come. She reared back and arched her body so that her cunt brushed directly against Joe's pounding midsection. She cried out in lust and flooded his cock and balls with a copious flood of pussy juice. He was not far behind her, pumping one last time and then shooting her full of cream.
She gasped at the ferocity of his orgasm, feeling the semen travel all the way up to her womb. He was incredibly virile, a real stallion, unlike her tepid husband. She kissed her masterful lover on the lips and went off to try some of the other members of the gang.
Steve looked down on the orgy with complete satisfaction. All dissonance between the town and community had vanished that day. He could see that they had a long future of friendly cooperation to look ahead to. He had already fucked three of the townswomen and looked forward to getting more.
Cindy had wanted to find somebody new to show the trick that Elliot had taught her. She found Mr. Smythe, the local innkeeper and offered to teach it to him. He listened to her description and concluded that it was impossible. No woman could bend like that, he insisted.
"Do you want to try me out and see for yourself?" she asked provocatively. "Give me a chance and I'm pretty sure I can change your mind. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time baby and I know you won't deny me now."
"Why no my dear," he stammered confusedly, "I wouldn't want to deprive you of anything. If you want to do something I'd be the last one to gainsay you."
"Well," she said.
"Well ... can't ... I"
"Well!" she yelled very loudly.
"T. ... " he said confusedly.
He stared down at her lovely crotch, thinking.
He would have gone on stuttering indefinitely if Cindy had not stopped him. She dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly with her teeth, just as a sample of the strange delights he was about to experience. She took his prick between her rouged lips and began to suck it until he was panting with desire.
Cindy loved his old fashioned gallantry and bowed to show Mr. Smythe an extra special good time. She dropped his prick and told him to undress, laughing at the speed with which he obeyed her. Soon he was as naked as she and she told him to go over to the boulder that shone in the distance, picked out against the blue sky.
She parted her legs invitingly and the pastor leaped on top of her with a spryness that belied his years. He had been after her for years and knew that he had to make the most of his long-awaited opportunity. If he fucked her right this time she would be his forever.
He pushed his swollen prick into her clinging cunt and noted with satisfaction that she was already moaning with ecstasy. It wouldn't take much to bring her to orgasm, he figured. It was only a matter of how long he could hold out. With the support of the crowd, the pastor found himself rising to new heights of virility.
He fucked her lustily, bringing her to one orgasm after another. Finally it was time for him to shoot and he reared back one more time before emptying his aching balls. He gave her a double shot of hot frothing come that rocketed into her tight cunt and dripped out again between the labia, flooding his balls with his own viscous fluids.
Larry looked at Joe with satisfaction. Things were going their way at last. He asked the young gangster if he wanted to stay on at the commune for a while. Harvest time was fast approaching and they needed all the help they could get. He made his invitation as sincere as possible and Joe simply could not resist the generous offer.
He told his friends that he would stay on to help rebuild the town and then would make a final decision. It was easy to see what the decision would be and Larry shook his new friend's hand cordially. They looked around at the raging orgy and knew that the future was bright indeed.
The community of flesh had succeeded in all its designs. In two days they had won over the entire community and the Wild Angels as well. Larry looked forward to a future filled with peace and harmony. There were good times ahead for the little commune and he decided to rejoin the party. There was plenty of time for planning the future after he had sampled some more of the beautiful women who were dying for the taste of his huge swelling cock.