Chapter 2
So life continued at Cunt Shack. Hard work during the day and hard, but more pleasant, work at night. The girls took turns shopping at Harry Wilson's store until all of them had spent the afternoon with him. The men at the commune didn't seem to mind how the girls spent their days, as long as the girls weren't too tired to spend their nights helping the men recover from the hard work of the day.
The townsmen also seemed to be happy with the arrangement. They would visit the girls in the commune every once in a while and the girls would visit them in town every so often. Very rarely did the townsmen have anything to do with the commune men or the townswomen with the commune girls.
The town wives also had a happy arrangement with the commune. The four men would do odd jobs around town to pick up a little cash for things that had to be bought for the commune. Very often the odd jobs turned into something more than mending a fence or fixing a leaking faucet.
Betsy Fair, the town lawyer's wife, asked George, one of the men from the commune, to see if he could fix her washing machine. Late on Tuesday morning, George walked into town to make his house call on Mrs. Fair.
George, who was 23 years old and well-built, found Mrs. Fair alone at home. Her husband, she mentioned casually, would be busy all day in court. That meant, she giggled that the two of them would be alone all day. George smiled. A day alone with Mrs. Fair might prove very profitable, George thought.
Mrs. Fair was an average size woman with unaverage tits. George estimated that they must have given her a bust measurement well over 40 inches. She always seemed to have trouble buying blouses and dresses that would fit her. The blouse that she was wearing that morning was simple white with buttons down the front. Only the very top button had been left open, but that seemed a necessity to relieve the straining material.
She wore a modest skirt with the waist held in tightly by a broad belt. The material of her blouse was tucked into and pulled tight by the belt. The result was that her boobs looked so big that George could not believe that they were all real. The skin tight blouse clung to the curve of her back and the flatness of her stomach like a second skin. When the material came to the twin mountains on her chest, it almost exploded from the size.
George had seen plenty of old women with tits so big that they looked like beer bellies, however, Mrs. Fair's pair stood stiffly on their own. Their weight was supported by what must have been the strongest flesh on man or woman.
Below Mrs. Fair's cinched in waist, a matched set of hips flared out. They came so suddenly that George imagined that he could rest a can of beer on the top of either hip without spilling a drop.
Mrs. Fair had sturdy legs. When she was younger they must have been very muscular, but now they were just big, like the rest of her body. George could also see that the thighs must have been heavy with creamy white skin. Mrs. Fair had bright red hair and stark white skin. George wondered if her cunt also had red hair.
Mrs. Fair led George into the kitchen where he began to examine the washing machine.
Mrs. Fair suggested that she fix drinks for the two of them while George worked. Although he practically took the machine apart, George began to suspect that it had worked perfectly before he had even examined it, that nothing had been wrong with it and Mrs. Fair had just used that as an excuse to invite him to her house.
"There we are, Mrs. Fair, it's all fixed and ready to go," George said.
"George, dear, I can't thank you enough. How much do I owe you for that wonderful job you did," Betsy Fair asked.
"As much as you think it's worth, we don't have any set rates," George replied.
Mrs. Fair smiled at George and handed him a $20 bill. She than suggested that they go into the living room for a drink to celebrate the repair of the washing machine.
While George sat on the luxurious couch, Mrs. Fair fixed two drinks. She handed George his glass, then sat down on the sofa next to him. In fact, she sat down so close to him that she was more inside him than next to him.
George's arm had been draped over the back of the sofa and when Mrs. Fair sat down, he found her nestled in it. Not wishing to appear impolite, George didn't move his arm. After all, she seemed to be so comfortable and she was such a nice lady.
By the time they finished their first drink, Mrs. Fair had allowed her head to fall on George's shoulder. Although he knew that he could probably fuck her now with no great trouble, he decided to wait until she had thoroughly persuaded him that she was ready.
When she returned to the couch with their second drinks, she again sat close to George and this time let her free hand fall onto George's thigh. She just let it rest there without movement. George was beginning to feel good from the two drinks and the closeness of Mrs. Fair's warm, eager body.
He suddenly felt the warm hand on his thigh begin to move closer to his crotch. The hand slid up his leg until it had reached his groin, then it began to slide down between his thighs. It felt good to have something soft and warm like her hand between his thighs.
Mrs. Fair moved her hand again and this time it was right over his prick. She could feel George's prick stirring beneath the material of his pants. She waited until it had grown to its full height, then she began to massage it with her open palm.
George was feeling very good by now and decided that now was the time to fuck Mrs. Fair. He longed to see her without her clothes. He wanted to see how her magnificent tits looked without being hidden by a blouse and bra. He longed to rug her tits together with his hands and bury his head in the valley between them. He even would like to lay his prick between her two gigantic tits while she squeezed them together on his cock.
George reached over to Mrs. Fair, grabbed her waist and drew her roughly towards him. She came willingly, even eagerly. She brought her mouth down hard on George's. Her lips demanding from George. She shoved her mouth hard against his and rubbed her lips against his. She put her arms around George's neck and drew him even closer, even harder against her lips.
George pulled her waist toward him until her body was pressed firmly against his. He could feel her tits smashing into his body like two enormous footballs. When she had moved herself even closer to him, he fell on top of her, forcing her to lie on her back on the couch. She moaned as George ground his hard body against hers.
George moved his hand up from her waist and reached for one of her tits. It felt hard and firm in his hand, but he knew that once he had her tits bobbing freely against him they would feel much softer.
Mrs. Fair had grown more urgent while George was exploring her tits. She was struggling to release him from his pants. She managed to undo his belt and zipper and pulled the pants down over his knees when he raised himself off her. While she played with his pant, George began unbuttoning her blouse.
Soon he had all her buttons open and by twisting and squirming together, they managed to take it off. Her bra was a different matter. Her tits were so big that they were spilling over the front of the bra. The pressure of her enormous boobs made it difficult for him to release the fastener in back of her. Finally, after much struggle and breath-holding, it came off. She had been as eager as George to take it off and her frantic struggles had done as much as his frantic attempts to make it difficult to get off.
At last, they were free. George couldn't believe what he saw. The tits were far and away the biggest he had ever seen. He would remember the sight as he would remember seeing Mount Rushmore or the Statue of Liberty. They should be declared a national landmark, he thought.
After he had stared at the magnificent mountains for a while, he bent his head to bury his face in them. They were soft, yet firm to the touch. The skin was as smooth as oil. He ran his hands and face over them like they were an expensive silk.
He began to kiss them and run his tongue over them. Mrs. Fair moaned and squirmed. She rubbed her back against the coach and tried to push her tits against George's face. She rubbed them from side to side over his skin and tried to squeeze one of her nipples into his mouth.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Mrs. Fair, George began kissing her nipples. He toyed with them with his fingers, then when they had grown firmed and pointed, he took them in his mouth. He drooled all over her boobs, then kissed and licked the saliva.
After Mrs. Fair stopped moaning and began to groan, George moved up so that his legs were straddling her waist.
Then he lay down so that his prick was in the valley between her mountains. The valley and tits were wet with his saliva. Mrs. Fair, realizing what he was doing, put her hands on the outside slopes of her tits and squeezed them together. The trough where George's prick lay became smaller and tighter. The pressure of her two tits against his cock was enormous.
Mrs. Fair squirmed against George as she squeezed her tits over George's cock. George rocked against her, sliding his prick up and down, back and forth in the tunnel between her tits. As George's prick grew hotter, he began to rock more violently and faster. Mrs. Fair easily kept time with him. She was a big woman and she made big movements. He felt almost as if he were riding a bucking bronco.
As their heaving became more frantic, more urgent, their breath came in shorter and shorter gasps, Mrs. Fair began to make small, animal-like sounds.
"Oh, George, ride me, ride me hard. Rub your hot cock between my tits. Oh, George, harder, harder, harder," she moaned.
The pace increased, grew more violent, then with a scream George shot off in her face. Mrs. Fair opened her mouth and caught his come. Some of it dripped from her lips but she licked it off her mouth.
She screamed as she swallowed his wad, drinking it all down. She twitched her ass and rubbed it into the couch. George jerked up and down more forcefully and slowly as his prick spurted his cream.
When it was all spent, George lay silently for a moment on top of Mrs. Fair, then slid over to her side. She was still jerking and twitching and moaning. George had stopped undressing her after he had taken her blouse and bra off, so she was still wearing her skirt and panties.
George undid her belt and her pelvis rubbed against the sofa. He pulled down her skirt and panties with one move. As soon as her pussy was free she thrust it up at him. He pulled himself down so that he was kissing her stomach as she writhed in torment beneath him.
He planted kisses all over her smooth belly, then slid down to her pubic hairs. They were as red as the hair on her head. He played with the hairs, curling them and licking them. Then he moved his mouth down to her inflamed hole.
The lips of her cunt were itching in anticipation of his mouth. He placed his lips over her cunt and began to press against it. He rubbed her lips with his tongue and slid his mouth over her hole.
Mrs. Fair was making violent noises, small screams and gasping for air. Her body was pounding the couching, violently rising and falling. George had to hold firmly onto her so that his mouth would not be separated from her pussy. After several minutes of this torture, he slipped his tongue into her crack. He rubbed it and rolled it searching for her cherry. At last he found it.
Her twat juice was filling his mouth and her violent jerking almost threw him off, but he hung on. She began to breathe in short labored gasps that were building to a crescendo. At last, she came. Cunt come spurted into his mouth in violent streams. He drank it all as she screamed and twisted in ecstasy.
Even as she lay still, George continued to lick and drink the heavy come that flowed from her. She lay there quietly on the couch listening to George's tongue licking her wet cunt.
When all the liquid had been licked from her, they both lay quietly on the couch. George rose first to begin dressing. Mrs. Fair watching hungrily as George pulled on his clothes. She made him promise to come back to visit her often. George happily promised.
After cleaning up, George began the walk back to the commune. His strength returned to him as he walked through the bright, midday air. He breathed the clean country air deeply, thinking happily of his morning work.
The rest of the day passed quickly for the ten young people at the commune. The farm work was finished, dinner was eaten and night fell. Couples began to drift upstairs to the bedrooms and their private corners.
Sandy and Doris found themselves alone finally. All the man had been taken by the other girls, and Sandy and Doris would have to spend the night together.
They did not mind this at all. They had liked each other since they both entered the commune the year before. They had known each other before they met at the commune. Both came from similar backgrounds and they had found that they had similar interests and tastes.
They even resembled one another and were about the same size. When they had to wear clothes, they could usually wear each other's without much trouble. The rest of the people in the commune did not seem to mind that they liked each other so much and spent so much time together. In fact, it worked out rather well because it solved the problem of the two girls left over after the four men had chosen their partner for the night.
Of course, the first partner of the night was rarely the only partner of the night, so very often their turn would come to have one or two of the men later in the night. However, the two girls did not mind if they had to spend the whole night together.
Sandy had long blonde hair as did Doris. They both had the same figures. They were average size with compact features. Their tits were filled out, but not too large. Their hips and stomach were also about the same size. Both had light skin, but Sandy spent a little more time in the sun and so, was slightly browner than Doris.
From a distance, however, the two girls were almost identical. When they first met, they found that they had both come from the same part of the country and had a similar upbringing. In both cases, their parents were well-off and spared no expense to make their daughters happy.
Both girls loved to go to the movies whenever they had the time and money to go. On afternoons they would frequently walk into town and go to the local movie theatre. Yet, when they were at the commune with the other girls and with the men, they behaved as part of the group and did not avoid the company of the others.
That particular night, they decided to sleep downstairs. If one of the men wanted them, he would know where to find them. They washed up together, then walked hand in hand to a mattress in the living room.
For a long time, they lay quietly together on the mattress in each other's arms. Doris lay on the bottom, holding Sandy's head on her breast. As the nipple grew hard, she reached up and squeezed the other one. Doris responded by running her hand down Sandy's back until she touched the other girl's ass. She played with the ass, pushing in her finger and massaging the hole.
Sandy and Doris both grew more excited as they played with each other. Doris' breasts were hard as Sandy played with both of them. As the two girls became more passionate they rubbed their bodies eagerly together. Sandy left Doris' boobs and searched for her mouth. Doris looped her arm around Sandy's neck and drew her toward her.
Their lips met and pressed urgently against one another. As they kissed, Sandy slid in top of Doris so that twat was pressed tightly against twat, stomach against stomach and two pairs of tits squashed together. They kissed passionately and heatedly. Their tongues exchanged mouths, and searched the other's urgently. Their trembling lips, wetted with saliva, rubbed against each other.
They held each other tightly for a while, letting the passion and violence build up in their bodies. Suddenly it all came out. Their pelvises ground together with enough force to squash a banana. The squirmed against each other, twining their twat hair into tight curls. Their tits flopped and squashed as they rubbed together.
They held each other tightly, letting their hands and arms desperately and urgently roam over each other's body. Their bodies squirmed together with an unseen, violent force. Their kisses had to be broken off to allow them to breathe.
In a quick, practiced maneuver, Sandy twirled around on Doris so that her feet were at Doris' head and Doris' feet were at her head. They kissed each other's legs, frantically licking the burning flesh. Their bodies still rose and fell violently against each other in separate rhythms, yet each more violent than the other.
They simultaneously climbed each other's body, kissing and licking the knees, then the thighs and finally the crotch. They kissed each other's hair and licked the skin beneath it. They left the hair briefly to travel still further up to the stomach and at last, their breasts.
They kissed and fondled each other's tits as if they were their own. They sucked and squeezed their nipples and licked circles around the center. They squeezed the soft skin of their boobs.
Then they reversed and traveled back down to their cunts. The two girls moved almost as if they were mirror images of one another, doing the same thing to each other at precisely the same time.
They reached their hair again and once again, kissed and licked the hair. Then, again at the same moment, they reached for each other's hole. Sandy thrust her head deeply between Doris' thighs and Doris did the same. Four pairs of lips met simultaneously. The lips of Sandy's cunt pressed against Doris' mouth and Doris' twat squeezed hard against Sandy's lips.
The two girls squealed with pleasure as they kissed each other's cunt. Their bodies rocked and heaved with pleasure as they grasped and jerked together. Both cunts parted thick juicy lips to admit the entrance of a girl's tongue.
Juice flowed freely into the two open, demanding mouths.
Their breaths, limited by the nearness of so much heaving flesh, came in shorter and shorter gasps. As their tongues went deeper and deeper and found the throbbing cherry inside each of them, their bodies throbbed and they both uttered small screams of ecstasy. They pounded their bodies together in sheer passion.
As they came, both girls lapped the other's cunt to drink all the come juice. They drank what seemed unlimited quantities of the heavy juice.
As their passion subsided, totally fulfilled, they grew quiet and their bodies stilled. When they were completely still, Sandy again spun around so that her head was again level with Doris'. They pressed their lips together again, this time still wet with each other's come. After kissing each other passionately, they licked their own come off each other's lips.
Lying in each other's arms, hugging and kissing each other they fell asleep. They were happy that none of the men came down to sleep with them that particular night.
The next day dawned clear and warm, another perfect day. It was a Tuesday, the commune had chosen as their Sabbath. They found that Sundays were wasted days because everything in town was closed. It was better to work on Sunday and take another day off to go into town to do their shopping or go to the movies or visit people.
This Tuesday, as usual, they went to then-pond for some pre-lunch swimming. The pond, which had been peaceful before, was suddenly filled with ten laughing, splashing, naked bodies. The sun was warm and the water was comfortable.
After the swim, they climbed onto the shore for a picnic lunch. They hadn't brought any clothes or towels so they let the sun dry their bodies. After lunch all ten lay in the grass and rested. Larry and Linda found themselves lying near each other and Doris and Sandy also found places close together. Chris, who was also very friendly with Doris and Sandy, lay down near them. George and Joy, as usual lay together.
George and Joy also had much in common and were especially fond of one another. Both were dark skinned and compactly, yet perfectly built. They discovered each other soon after they joined the commune and found that they shared many interests.
As they lay in the sun that afternoon, their bodies were quickly dried by the heat of the sun and their bodies began to grow heated from absorbing so much sunlight. An invisible magnetic force drew their bodies together.
Joy lay with her head on George's chest. He could smell the perfume of her body wafting over him. He reached down and entangled his hand in her dark, luxuriant hair, She, in turn, reached down and lay her open hand on
George's prick. They lay there quietly for perhaps half an hour, allowing the passion to slowly build up inside them.
George, unable to stand it any longer, pulled Joy's hair back until her face was turned up to him. She looked up at him expectingly, waiting for him to lower his lips onto hers. She ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation. George leaned his head until his mouth was directly over Joy's. He let her stretch the extra inch to reach his lips.
As their lips touched for the first time on that hot Tuesday afternoon, a violent, electric shock coursed through their bodies. They grabbed each other tightly as their lips pressed urgently together. Joy rolled onto her stomach so that her tits were pressed flat against George's chest, rubbing and squeezing against him.
George contented himself with hot kisses from Joy's urgent mouth. He let his lips slide and pulsate against hers and let her tongue dive passionately into his mouth. With his tongue he coasted over the inside of her lips and rolled over and around her tongue.
His hands, meanwhile, glided over her shoulders and back. He felt her silky hair and her smooth arms. He squeezed the twin mounds of her ass and reached between her thighs to feel the lips of her cunt. His arm was just long enough that he could run his middle finger over the full length of her slit.