Chapter 1
She was small and dark. But everything was just right on her. She couldn't have been much older than seventeen, but she was already a woman and it was exciting to imagine what she would look like when she had matured.
Her name was Joy and she lived with five other girls and four men in a commune just outside of town in the rolling foothills. Harry Wilson, in whose store she was now standing had heard plenty of stories of what happened in that commune. In fact, he had gone up there himself on a few occasions and had found that the stories were true-every word of them was true.
Harry examined Joy carefully as she reached for a can of soup on the top shelf. She was wearing an old dress obviously designed for a little girl. It was far too tight at the waist and had burst just over her bellybutton, revealing the flesh of her tanned stomach and a few pubic hairs at the beginning of her crotch.
Her breasts, which seemed to grow larger each day, were straining the material of the dress to the point where, each day she came into his store, Harry prayed that today would be the day it would finally burst and she would stand before him naked. Each day the outline of her breasts pressing against the material became more distinct until he could see a beauty mark just below her left nipple pressing against the work cloth.
From the slit over her bellybutton, he could see that she wore no underwear and, that day, as she reached for the soup can above her head, the skirt of her dress rode high above her tanned legs. In fact, the dress, which usually just covered her ass when she was standing still, rose above its usual border to reveal her full ass.
Harry stood there quietly admiring it. It was big and fleshy. In fact, it looked like two of the biggest tits he had ever seen. But they were more beautiful. They didn't sag like big tits do.
Her two cheeks stood up proudly, bouncing gently as she jumped a little to reach the can. Harry stood transfixed as her fleshy can bobbed before his hungry eyes.
He wished that he could somehow become the can of tomato juice that her cunt was pressed against as she strained for the can on the top shelf. He could imagine her dark pubic hair pressed against him and rubbing him as she moved up and down, making little jumps to reach the top shelf.
Suddenly his dreams were interrupted by the sound of her voice.
"Oh, Mr. Wilson, would you be a sweetheart and get me that can of chicken soup on the top shelf," she asked him sweetly.
Harry slowly came to life. First, he stopped starting, then he smiled and said, "Why, sure, child, I'd be happy to."
She smiled at him so sweetly that he could have grabbed her cunt right then if he hadn't had such magnificent control over himself.
As he reached the shelf, she stepped slightly to the side to allow him to reach the can. As he reached up, he could feel her and breathe the simple perfume of her body. By now, he was avoiding facing her directly because of the embarrassment he would feel if she should see the strained material of his fly.
As soon as he had taken the can down, he quickly walked to the safety of the sales counter. Standing behind it, Joy could not see his prick straining to rip the material of his pants and bury itself deep in her cunt. Harry rang up the soup and waited for her to hand him the money for it.
She gave him a dollar bill and as he struggled to calm his fevered mind to figure out the change, he saw her looking at him. She knows, he thought. Why else would she be smiling at me like that. She must know! This excited him even more.
His hand was shaking as he reached over to hand her the change from her dollar. Then suddenly it was all over the floor, rolling to the farthest corners of his small store. He turned red with embarrassment, but she only laughed. He bent down quickly and began picking up the money. He didn't notice that she was also on the floor beside him trying to help him.
Suddenly he felt her body pressed against his and he almost passed out. Her body was so young, so firm, not at all like that of his wife. Mrs. Wilson, although by no means an old woman, had let marriage make her soft and flabby.
Not that Harry minded his wife's body, it was just that this young body excited him more than his wife had in many years. Suddenly, before he knew what he was doing, he had thrown his arm around Joy's slender waist and drawn her to him. Rather than the screams of protest he had expected, she giggled and drew herself underneath him, her arm tightly holding his neck.
"Oh, Mr. Wilson," she moaned, as her body clung to his.
Thinking quickly, Harry stood up, holding her in his arms and carried her into the stock room in back of his store. As he carried her, her arms encircled his neck and he could feel her soft ass pressed against his arm. He walked faster, almost running, to get to the room before he lost all his strength in a burst of ecstasy.
Finally, they were there. He softly lowered her to the ground behind several large cartons. She was breathing heavily now, almost as heavily as he was. He had to practically force her away so that he could take her clothes off. Actually, there wasn't much to take off. All she was wearing was the thin dress.
As soon as the dress was ripped from her squirming body he paused for a fraction of a second to survey the territory he was about to enter.
She was even more beautiful now than he had ever seen her before. Her long, black hair was waving around her face, almost like a sculptured frame around a beautiful picture. Although she wore no make-up, her big black eyes couldn't have stood out from her face more clearly. Her lips were bright red and moistened by a pink tongue that seemed to be drawing a circle around her mouth.
Her boobs were just the way he had imagined them as he had seen them pressed against her dress. As she rubbed her back against the floor now, her tits swayed gently, rolling from side to side. They weren't gigantic, but they were big and firm, like jello in a plastic bag.
Even though her skin had been deeply browned by nude sunbathing, her nipples stood out like two enormous black eyes. They had already grown pointed and firm, so that as he touched them with the palm of his hand, they almost seemed to scratch him. As he massaged them, Joy moaned in ecstasy. Her back began to rub the floor the way a cat rubs against her master's leg.
Her cunt was just the way he had imagined it. A triangle of soft down pointed to the slit between her legs. The hair had not fully grown in as she was only seventeen years old, but it looked like something Harry couldn't wait to get into his hungry mouth.
Her cunt had already grown moist in anticipation of the entrance of his cock. He could see the two giant lips, covered with a saliva-like liquid and opening and closing rhythmically, looking just like her own panting, parted mouth.
Her legs were bent at the knee so that her feet could rest flat on the floor to give her the strength to raise and lower her pelvis and tilt it forward, waiting anxiously for the entry of Harry's cock.
Tearing himself away from her, Harry began to undress himself. As she struggled to release his belt, he tore open his shirt and ripped off his undershirt. She had his belt open and was struggling frantically with his fly. She seemed as desperate as he was to let his throbbing cock free.
Pushing her hands away, he undid the button and pulled down the zipper. With one deft motion, he pulled his pants and shorts down. He almost had trouble getting his underpants over his long prick, but his years of practice avoided the mishap.
He could have just pulled his pants down and fucked her, but Harry wanted to feel her hot, naked young body against his hot old one. He wanted to feel her tits burning into his chest like two burning embers. He wanted to feel her smooth, soft stomach pressed tight and rubbing against his. He wanted to feel her desperate, clawing hands scratching his back.
Kicking off his pants, Harry stretched out his body so that he could press the full length of it against hers. He was lucky that he was not a very tall man, because as it was, by bending over a bit he could reach her lips while his prick was pressed firmly against her burning bush.
He wanted to lie there forever, her body pressed tightly against his. He could feel her smooth, fleshy legs wrapping themselves around his. Her whole body was grinding itself against his, grinding itself into his. Her stomach and tits massaged his stomach and chest as she waited anxiously for him to roll over on top of her.
Finally, he did. As he lay on top of her, he avoided letting his eager cock slip into her moist, writhing pussy. He wanted to enjoy the few seconds of anticipation just before the actual entry.
She, however, couldn't wait these few seconds. She maneuvered her pelvis in an effort to slip her throbbing twat onto his prick. Her struggle to find and capture his cock just served to excite them even more. Her twat juice was already wiped all over his groin and even on the lower part of his stomach.
Harry bent over and closed his mouth over hers. For a second neither of them could breathe. Their lips parted as Harry's, wet from her tongue, slipped down her face, leaving a trail of passion down to her neck. He traveled all over her throat, finally stopping briefly to suck on her ear lobe.
Joy was going out of her mind with desire. Her hands frantically scratched Harry's back in an effort to persuade him that she was ready and eager. She pressed her box so hard against his groin that she thought she would break his cock. In desperation, she brought one hand down from his back and pulled her body away from his so that she could slip her hand between them.
Harry felt her hand search for his prick and decided to let her find it. Soon she did. He felt her small hand circling around his hard cock and squeezing it. He moaned as he felt the pressure of her hand.
His prick was just below her bellybutton when she grabbed it, so she had to pull it down to get it into her fiery hole. Although it hurt a little when she pulled it, it excited him so much that he almost came. He held himself back, waiting to come until he was deep inside her.
Finally, he consented and slid down her body so that the head of his prick just touched the lips of her twat. Her hand still held him, so he could not thrust into her until she moved her hand away. Realizing this, she guided his prick until the head was just barely inside her. Then, with a gasp, she took her hand away and put it on his back.
Harry, slowly moved forward, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her hole. She moaned loudly and pushed herself down, impaling herself on his lance. As she began to thrust her body against his in waves of passion, her breath came in short gasps, hot against his cheek.
Their two bodies were now molded together into one. Harry held her tightly in his arms as she wrapped hers around him. Their two bodies rocked together as each grew more desperate, more frantic.
Joy's ass rose high off the ground as her pussy rushed up to meet Harry's groin. Their pubic hair intertwined as they rubbed against each other in rising waves of desire. Harry could hear his prick thrusting in and out of her wet cunt. He could hear her cunt juice slurp as his prick moved against her. He could feel the hot moisture of her juice burning into his groin as it overflowed and dripped onto his crotch.
He could also hear her ass as it slapped the hard wood floor. Both of them had lost all conscious control of their movement and they were moving by instinct alone, banging their bodies against one another in a prelude to ecstasy. As the movements became quicker and harder, their breath came shorter and faster. The faster they rocketed against one another, the faster their breath came.
As they rose and fell against one another, the sound of their bodies slamming against each other and their breath coming in time with the rising and falling of their bodies, began to sound more and more like a steam engine working its way up to full speed.
Finally, Harry could feel it: he was going to come. There was no stopping it now, he had reached the point of no return. His breathing became labored, he had a funny tingling feeling all over his body, he began to feel very light, like he was drifting high into the air. He felt as if his body were leaving the floor of his store and floating on a warm ocean somewhere, rocking on the waves of the ocean, rising and falling rhythmically.
Joy, he could see, was feeling the same way. Her eyes closed, her lips moist and slightly parted, she was breathing heavily and in the same rhythm as Harry. Their bodies had reached a perfect rhythm, they were both on exactly the same beat and neither missed a note.
Then they came. At exactly the same moment, a small cry escaped from Joy's lips and Harry gasped for air.. Joy's legs wrapped around Harry's and rose up until her crossed feet were on Harry's ass. Her legs softly pushed Harry in time to the rhythm that their groins had set.
Harry went blank as he felt wave after wave of sheer pleasure take over and rock his body. He was no longer shoving his prick hard and deeply into Joy's juicy pussy, but now loosing individual strokes deep into her.
Harry was banging his prick into Joy's throbbing wet cunt as hard as he could. He felt only his own pleasure and almost forgot that she was barely over childhood. He felt, as he rammed her with all his strength, that he would break her cunt open. But the harder he slammed against her, the more she seemed to like it and want it.
"Oh, Harry, Harry, Harry, oh," she moaned. She had gasped it all in one breath.
Harry was just gritting his teeth, with his eyes firmly closed and hanging on for dear life. He felt almost as if he would fall from the clouds if he let go of her.
This lasted for what seemed like an eternity, but had in fact only been a few minutes. They finally began to relax, their bodies still pressed tightly together. For several minutes, for many minutes they clung to each other, neither daring to move. Harry began to find a liquid on the inside of his thighs running down his legs. Joy felt it too. Realizing it was her own and Harry's come she pulled herself gently away from Harry.
First kissing him with all the strength she had left, she began to move her lips down his body. Gently rolling Harry onto his back, she sat between his legs, and kissed his neck and chest and stomach. Finally, she came to his crotch. She tenderly kissed his prick and held his balls in her hands. Then she kissed his balls and crotch.
He was covered with come, but it seemed that that was what Joy had been looking for. Her come had mixed with his and she began to lick it off his groin.
By the time she had licked it all off his hair, Harry felt her hot saliva burning into him. His prick, which had hardly had a chance to grow soft, was beginning to harden again. As she licked his balls, which, he thought, had just emptied their load into her hot pussy, his cock reached its full height and the skin around his balls began to grow tight again.
As her small hand gently held his prick so that she could lick their come off it, Harry's body began to grow hot with desire again. His ass began to squirm as he tried to screw himself into the floor.
Joy put Harry's prick into her mouth and began to suck on it. Harry raised his pelvis to push it further into her mouth. Her mouth felt as good as her pussy. It was hot and wet and he could feel her tongue caressing the tip of his prick as she sucked on it.
Joy shifted her hands to Harry's ass and began to pull him deeper into her mouth. She pulled him in and sucked on his burning cock as he strained to get it all into her wet mouth. Then Harry began to rise and fall, pulling his prick almost all the way out of her mouth, then shoving it back in.
She responded by moving her head up and down, sliding her lips up and down his wet cock. Her head bobbed up and down as she first pulled him deeply into her mouth then let him out until her lips were caressing the head of his prick.
Suddenly, Harry began to move faster, drawing himself in and out of her mouth as fast as he could. Joy began nodding faster, moving her head up and down in time with his pelvis. Harry grabbed her head in both of his hands and held her tightly as she moved over him.
They moved together faster and harder. Harry strained to get into and out of her mouth as fast as possible. Joy nodded ever faster, bobbing so fast that she became dizzy.
With a loud gasp and a muffled scream, Harry shot his wad into her waiting mouth. He came in gigantic bursts, grunting each time he shot another load into her wet mouth. As he came, Joy sucked harder, drinking his come as if it were a golden nectar. Her head moved in perfect rhythm, meeting each of his thrusts with just the right force and speed.
Harry squirmed in ecstasy as he came into Joy's mouth. The two of them writhed on the floor hidden behind the cartons. Harry held onto her head as if it were a safety strap connecting him with the world.
Finally, his wad was spent. He lay back against the floor in delirium. He hardly knew where he was or even who he was. All he knew was that he had never felt this good before.
The two of them lay there quietly for a while, each of them floating on a cloud of ecstasy. Suddenly Harry heard someone entering his shop. He bounded to his feet, shouting.
In a flash he had pulled on his trousers and shirt, ignoring his underwear in the emergency. Quickly straightening his hair, he walked into his store. Fortunately, it was only Steve Jones, the druggist's small son. Harry was able to quickly take care of the youngster and hurry back into the stock room.
Joy had managed to clean herself off and squeeze back into the raggedy dress she had worn into the store. Harry stood silently for a moment running his eyes over her perfect body and thinking with satisfaction that the afternoon couldn't have turned out any better.
Harry also was silent because he didn't know what to say. Finally, Joy broke the silence.
"Mr. Wilson, I want to thank you for a wonderful afternoon. I can't remember when
I've had as nice a time," she said sweetly to Harry's amazement.
"Joy, sweetheart, anytime you'd like to come back you be sure to come right along, y'hear?" he said.
"I thank you and I certainly will," she answered. Picking up her can of soup, she walked out of the store.
The commune she lived in was about a mile and a half outside of town. It was a nice afternoon and she enjoyed the walk home. It went very quickly because in her mind she went over every detail of her afternoon with Harry.
When she reached the commune it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. The four men were out in the fields taking care of their crops and the five other girls were cleaning the house and preparing dinner.
Joy found Linda and Cindy in the kitchen working on dinner and Sandy, Chris and Doris cleaning the house. Linda was probably the most beautiful girl in the house even though all six girls were very pretty. Linda was very tall with long blonde hair and a perfect face and body.
She had very fair skin because she spent very little time in the sun, unlike the other girls. She claimed that her skin was very tender and could not stand the harsh rays of the sun. None of the men seemed to mind that she had tender, cream-like skin. In fact, although the other girls didn't like to admit it, she was one of the men's favorites and they would sometimes choose among themselves to see who would sleep with her first.
Cindy was almost like the negative of Linda. She was also tall and beautiful, but she was dark with black hair. Unlike Linda, she spent almost all of her free time in the sun, time when she wasn't balling someone.
Sandy, Chris and Doris were inseparable. They liked the same things and looked very much alike. Often during the night when the four men were occupied, the two unattended girls would get together and comfort each other. The house, after all, was a commune and all ten people had to share what was available.
When Joy entered the house, she called all the girls together and, as was customary when one of the girls had an adventure in town, she shared it with the others.
The other girls listened appreciatively, then drew straws to see who would do the shopping the next day. Doris won.
It was soon sunset and the girls prepared for the return of their men. Dinner was laid on the table and the girls undressed and waited eagerly for the men.
The men arrived, they washed and ate, and without further ado, settled down for the night. Larry had drawn Linda that night and he was the first to announce that he was ready to turn in.
The sleeping area in the commune was upstairs. Several walls had been torn down to make two large bedrooms. There were several smaller rooms, but they were used only by special visitors who were still inhibited. Usually this meant a townsman who had wandered up to see if the stories about "Cunt Shack" were true.
Larry and Linda climbed the steps hand in hand. The two of them were something of secret favorites with each other. Larry was the best-looking of the men and Linda was the most beautiful of the girls.
As they reached one of the bedrooms, they headed for their favorite corner. It was the farthest from the door and near the only window in the room. Two mattresses were on the floor with a few pillows scattered around.
Linda lowered herself onto one of the mattresses. Both were already naked, so nothing stood in their way. For a while they just lay together, each on their side. Larry reached over to Linda and put his hand beneath her hair and found the back of her neck. He softly caressed it. Linda squeezed Larry's arms gently.
Suddenly, Larry drew Linda toward him. He pressed his body against hers and wrapped his arms around her. Linda folded her arms behind Larry's neck and began kissing his face and neck. Her lips were cool and moist against Larry's hot skin. He had had a hard day and was tired, so he let Linda do what she wanted to him.
Kissing him, Linda grew more excited. She pulled herself closer to Larry and held him tightly. His prick had grown long and hard and was pressed against her stomach. Linda began to inch down his body to reach his prick. Larry did little more than lie still.
As Linda reached lower and lower, Larry began to stir. He brought his hands to her head and brought her up till her lips met his. He pressed his mouth against hers, squeezing his tongue between her lips until he found her tongue. Hers felt soft and wet against his. For a few moments, they did nothing but roll their tongues over together. Larry's hands began to slip from Linda's head and they traveled down her body.
He squeezed her soft shoulders, kneading her flesh with his strong hands. He moved his hands down the front of Linda's body, waiting to find her tits. Soon his hands felt two mounds of flesh, hot and waiting eagerly for his touch. He squeezed the flesh, rubbing the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Linda moaned with delight.
Larry brought his head down to find the nipples his fingers had left. He placed his open mouth over one nipple while squeezing the other with the palm of his hand. Linda was beginning to gasp and her pelvis was swaying urgently against Larry.
Larry played with the nipple with his tongue. It had already grown hard in his mouth. He twisted his tongue over it, caressing it and teasing it. Then, he gently brought his teeth together and bit the nipple. Linda gasped each time his teeth squeezed the tender spot.
Opening his mouth further, Larry took as much of her tit in his mouth as he could. He sucked on the flesh and drew it out of his mouth. Then he repeated the whole treatment on her other nipple.
Linda squirmed against his body, rubbing and pressing her bushy twat against him. Larry finally left both tits and moved his head down to her stomach. As he moved down her body, he let his tongue leave a trail of moisture. Occasionally, he would blow on a moistened patch of flesh and Linda would feel chills go up her spine.
At last, he reached her pubic hair. He kissed the hair and matted it with his saliva. Linda was now bucking hard and Larry had to grasp her around the thighs and ass to hold on and stay with her. For what seemed like hours to Linda, he kissed around her hole but never actually touched it.
Linda was weak with desire and could do little more than moan. Her pelvis bounced on and off the mattress on its own. Her body was controlling itself and her mind was climbing the heights of ecstasy.
Pulling himself down further, Larry began to kiss the soft flesh on the inside of Linda's thighs. She locked her legs around Larry's head and he could only taste and smell the acrid scent of her twat juice. like an animal smelling the scents of a female, Larry grew excited. He held onto her thighs with all the strength he possessed.
He could taste her juice flowing even though his lips had still not touched the lips of her cunt. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, he plunged his mouth down over her hole. The lips of her pussy rushed up to meet his. He could feel them part, waiting for his tongue to enter.
He massaged her lips with his and drank in her juice. Linda's breathing turned from moans to short gasps. Her body was heaving with great bursts as she brought her pussy against Larry's face and squeezed her bush into his mouth. She was almost trying to take Larry's whole head into her frantic cunt.
Larry let his tongue slowly out of his mouth and rolled it around the lips of her slit. He rubbed her lips with his tongue as if he were trying to wash all her twat juice away.
Finally, he slipped his tongue deep into the crack. He explored inside her until he found her cherry. It was big, he knew. He stroked her clit as hard as he could. Linda responded by making wild animal sounds. She uttered small screams of delight and gasped for breath.
Linda's ass bounded up and down off the mattress in wild abandon. Larry held her thighs firmly in order to keep his mouth over her cunt. As Linda came, spurts of heavy juice burst into his mouth. He drank the juice and sucked on her pussy until it was all out.
Gradually, Linda grew still as the passion was drained out of her. Larry waited for her to lie quietly and release his head. After her knees jerked spasmodically for a few minutes, all was quiet as she lay still. Larry let his head rest on her bush as she ran her fingers through his hair.
He could smell the exciting juice matted in her pubic hair and he waited until she rested so that they could continue. He knew that she would be even more passionate in trying to satisfy him because he had let her come first.
Linda began to slide down until her head was level with Larry's. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. He felt her tongue enter his mouth searching for his. He lifted his to meet hers and the two tongues rubbed against each other like old friends.
Larry felt his tongue drawn into her mouth as she sucked and coaxed it in. Once his tongue filled her mouth, she began to suck on it. The slight tremors of pain shot shivers of pleasure through him.
After she coaxed him onto his back, Linda began to wet his lips and face with her tongue. When his mouth was bathed in her saliva, she slid her mouth through the moisture, rubbing her wet lips against his and covering his mouth with hers.
She gently lowered her body on his, squashing her heavy tits into his chest and rubbing her pubic hair against his. She began to rub her bush against his prick, feeling it grow and harden against her. As Larry began to breathe heavily beneath her, she grew more excited and her cunt juice began to flow onto his prick, even though it was not inside her.
As they pressed their bodies tightly together with Larry's prick between them, their groins began to move to an unheard rhythm. They moved their pelvises in an ever more frantic circle. Linda spread her legs so that her thighs were wrapped around Larry's. As her cunt opened wider, more of the liquid from her pussy began to leak out.
Both their groins grew moist and finally were drenched with Linda's juice. During one of the circular pelvic motions, Linda slid up on Larry's moist body and his prick popped up. In a quick motion, Linda brought herself down hard on it, impaling her cunt on his hard cock.
As Linda slid her pussy up and down on Larry's cock, he could feel a pulsating muscle in her twat. The muscle seemed to grab his prick almost like a hand. As Linda pushed her big, hairy cunt up and down over Larry's groin and both of them became so excited they had to tear their mouths apart so that they could breathe.
Larry held on tightly to Linda so that all her violent rocking would not throw her off him. Linda began to slide alternately slowly and quickly. First she would bounce quickly against him, then slowly and tantalizingly she would flick her ass at the end of each stroke.
She knew that Larry went wild when she did this. And he did.
He began to bounce uncontrollably against the mattress and slap her wet bush with his hard groin. He stopped moaning quietly to himself and began to utter short screams between his hard gasps for air.
Then all of a sudden they came. Larry first and Linda a split-second later. Larry heaved heavy thrusts into her waiting, eager cunt until he filled her hole with his cream. Linda came so hard that juice almost burst out of her hole, dripping onto Larry's groin. They continued rocking toward each other until neither had any more to give and both of their groins were thick with each other's come.
And with Larry buried deep inside Linda, their bodies slowly and gradually falling asleep.