Chapter 3
The commune had been owned by Barry Rose before the ten young people had taken it over. Rose had abandoned the property as he and the house grew older and neither could take care of the other any longer. The four men had taken over the house first at the invitation of Rose.
They had been able to repair the sagging roof and walls of the old, two-story frame building. After the house had been practically rebuilt, they repainted it inside and out. It now stood in a lovely green setting on top of the hill, in bright contrast to the surrounding green. They had painted the old white house a bright shade of purple to represent the passion and life that lived in the old building.
The farm loaned to the commune by Rose included 40 acres of land. Although the land was hilly, the four young men had worked hard and been able to raise crops on almost every acre.
The girls drifted into the commune several months after the men acquired it. Some of the girls had known the men and others had just been discovered along the way. All ten of the commune members got along well with each other, both at night and during the day. They reached an understanding soon after the group was complete, they would all share everything they had, they would always be understanding of the others and no new members would be admitted without everyone's consent.
The four men had met at college, where they had also known Joy, Doris and Linda. The other three girls, Cindy, Sandy and Chris had wandered into town and joined the commune after spending several nights there. All ten of them were happy with the arrangements and none planned on ever leaving.
Life continued at the commune happily for many months. In three weeks, they would celebrate their first birthday. Everyone in the commune was looking forward to the planned party with much anticipation.
However, unknown to the ten happy inhabitants of Cunt Shack, trouble for them was brewing in town. Several weeks before, Cindy had been in town shopping when the sheriff had caught her jay-walking. Although they both knew that the sheriff almost never picked up anyone for jay-walking, both of them knew why he had picked up Linda that day. She had been wearing a pair of cut-off dungarees that barely covered her ass and an old blouse that had a large hole just over one of her tits.
The sheriff had seen her coming toward him and against the traffic light. When she reached his side of the street, he announced that he was taking her in for questioning. Linda had thought he was rather attractive so she did not object to the "questioning."
The sheriff decided to interrogate her in the back seat of his patrol car. They drove to a deserted stretch of a country road and there he parked the car.
When he got in the back seat with Linda, she had slid over to the seat close to him. He put his arm over the back of the seat and she had politely taken it down and put it on her thigh. The sheriff immediately stopped asking questions and began answering them.
He rubbed her thigh with one hand and put his other arm around her shoulders. He draw her to him roughly and hungrily sought her mouth. Linda put her arm around his neck and drew herself close to him, pushing her tits into his chest. For several minutes they did nothing but squirm against one another in the back of the car.
Linda drew her mouth away from his and bit into his neck. She did not bite hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave little marks where her teeth had been. The sheriff uttered a low moan of delight as he felt the pain. Linda's mouth traveled up and down his neck, leaving little red marks.
While her mouth concentrated on his throat, her hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt. When the buttons were all open, she pulled the shirt off him and pushed him back until he was lying on the seat on his back. Her mouth traveled down his burning flesh, kissing and tonguing him.
When she reached his belt, she quickly and expertly unfastened it. She then pulled down his zipper as he squirmed beneath her. When the zipper was down, she did not even wait to pull down his pants, but reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. As she massaged the long, hard prick, he pulled his own pants off.
After massaging it and looking at it for a few minutes, Linda licked her lips as the sheriff watched her. First, she licked the tip of it with her tongue. Then, as the sheriffs breathing grew heavy, she kissed the tip of it. As she put as much of it into her mouth as she could, the sheriff began to slowly move his pelvis against the car seat.
Linda sucked on the sheriffs prick as hard as she could and the sheriff began bouncing more violently on the seat. He pushed his cock into her mouth as hard as he could. Linda began to slide her mouth up and down his cock in time with his heavy thrusts into her mouth. The cock became moist with Linda's saliva as it slipped in and out of her mouth.
Linda jerked her head faster as the cock became more slippery from her saliva. The sheriff had now put his hands on Linda's head and was forcing her down on him as hard as she could.
They continued this frantic rhythm for as long as the sheriff could stand it. Finally, he had to come. Holding her head tightly, his cream burst into her mouth in heavy spurts. Linda sucked harder to drink it down.
The sheriff jerked and moaned as the come forced its way out of his body and into Linda's mouth. The force of shooting his wad rocked his body with violent thrusts. He felt wave after wave of sheer pleasure roll over him as ecstasy took over his body.
The sheriff lay back and relaxed when his wad was spent, while Linda continued to suck on his cock. When he felt he had rested sufficiently, he pushed Linda's head away and sat up.
He put one arm around Linda's shoulders and with the other hand, tore off all her clothes. Both of them were now totally naked.
The sheriff pressed his body against hers and roughly lowered his mouth over hers. Even before his lips had closed over hers, her lips were parted and her tongue pressed forward between his lips.
She rolled her tongue around his mouth as he squeezed his lips against hers. His hand explored her body, feeling the weighty mass of her globes and stroking her soft stomach. Gradually his hand worked its way down to her hair. He played with the hair, curling it and squeezing it between his fingers.
After tiring of her hair, his fingers found the wet skin of her crack. Although she was sitting with her legs pressed together, he forced his finger up her tunnel of lust. She squirmed with pleasure as he found and rubbed her love knob. Almost by themselves, her legs spread open so that more of his finger might slide in.
When her legs were open wide enough, the sheriff climbed in between them and pushed her back until she was lying on the car seat with the sheriff between her legs. Contorting his oody to he on top of her, the sheriff pressed his groin against hers and rubbed her love mound with his hard prick. He moved his hands off her shoulders and grabbed her boobs like two cans of beer held firmly in his ' ands. He kissed her eager mouth as their loins ground together.
Finally, with much twisting and squirming and a helping hand from Linda, his prick was firmly tucked into her wet pussy. He rode her as best he could, trying to avoid hitting his head on the car door. He concentrated all his movement in his pelvis and rocked it back and forth, thrusting mightily into her dark, wet pit.
The rocking became more urgent and the car soon picked up the tempo, rocking back and forth on its own springs. The temperature in the car rose as the sheriff and Linda beat their bodies together. Their breath came in single, short gasps.
Then, they came. The sheriff banging his groin against Linda's ass and Linda bringing her pussy down hard on his shooting cock. He filled her hole with his cream and her thick come covered his dick and dripped onto his groin. For a few minutes, they ground then-hot, dripping groins together.
They leaned on each other as they tried to catch their breath. Both wallowed in then-mixed come. The smell of it filled the car, but neither of them seemed to mind. When they had caught their breath, the sheriff dressed and he drove Linda to the commune.
And that was how the trouble had started, although no one knew it then. Life had progressed happily until this day three weeks before the birthday celebration.
That day, however, the sheriff had gone to see his doctor because of pains he had felt in his prick. The doctor, who was used to handling such cases, diagnosed it as syphilis. The sheriff was furious. He had fucked plenty of women in his life, but never before caught any disease from them.
In fact, balling was one of the sheriffs favorite pastimes and he resented having to suspend this activity until the syphilis could be cured. As soon as he vowed that he would find and punish whoever gave it to him, he decided that he knew. Must be that fucking hippy girl, he thought.
He resolved that he would see that they were run out of town. He tried to figure out a way of getting rid of them without the townspeople finding out why. He liked to think that no one in town knew how widespread his sexual adventures were. He actually believed that even his wife thought that he was faithful to her. Of course, he had been very careful in choosing his women. He never went near any woman with a reputation for gossip or a woman who might want to take revenge on him for one reason or another.
He decided that there must be some way to get rid of the commune without tipping his hand. He planned for days a scheme that would force the townspeople to demand that the commune be broken up without the people knowing that he was the one to instigate the scheme.
The townspeople, he knew, would not be eager to give up the commune. The townsmen had stopped patronizing the whorehouse in Cary now that they could get it locally and for free. They would not be happy to have to pay for nooky again, and have to travel so many miles to get it. They even liked the commune girls better than the professional whores in Cary. These girls were more eager to please and they were better than the passionless whores whose only interest was in money.
The townswomen were in an even more delicate situation. They had been taking advantage of the young, handsome men of the commune without being as bold about their activities as their husbands. They would fight just as hard as their husbands to keep the commune in town, but they would have to wage a secret war, they could not openly announce their connections with the commune and their desires.
The sheriff decided that the answer to his problem would be to have someone else lead the campaign to drive the hippies out of town. The most logical man for the job was Pastor Lionel, the local minister. The pastor would have the perfect motives for wanting the hippies out of town and would be in a good position to see that his wishes were carried out.
The pastor could say that the hippies were living in sin and tainting the whole community. He could also proclaim that they were corrupting the local youth. The second charge was not completely false. Several of the commune girls, to satisfy their depraved desires, had seduced boys just beginning to reach maturity. Although he could not prove it, there had been stories that some of the commune men occasionally were visited by the young daughters of some of the town's leading citizens.
The day after he received the diagnosis of the pains in his prick, the sheriff went to see the pastor about his plan. He did not tell Pastor Lionel why he really wanted the commune thrown out of town, but instead made up a story about trying to keep the community safe and clean and being bothered by the dirt on the hill and how it might affect the townspeople.
The pastor had taken this position since the forming of the commune and had condemned it almost weekly from his pulpit. Before the sheriffs visit, no one in town had seemed particularly concerned by the pastor's sermons against the commune. He now belived that he had the support to wage an all out war against "those sinful hippies."
He prepared his Sunday sermon, this time devoted solely to the commune and using the strongest possible language in urging their expulsion. He also contacted a few women who, he knew, were so old or so ugly that they could not possibly have attracted even the most desperate of the commune men. He urged these women to form a committee to see that the commune would be driven out of town. The women eagerly formed the committee and began recruiting members.
The commune, meanwhile, remained blissfully unaware of the conspiracy against them, forming in town. They were all looking forward to their anniversary celebration and the orgy that was sure to come with it.
On Saturday, the day before Pastor Lionel was to give his sermon, Chris walked into town to do some window shopping and enjoy the beautiful spring weather. Chris was the third member of the trio formed with Doris and Sandy. She resembled both girls and liked them both. When she wasn't balling one of the commune men at night she would frequently find herself with Doris or Sandy, whichever was free.
After her tour of town, Chris took a walk through some woods. A stream ran through the woods and was frequently used by the local children to fish and swim in. As Chris came closer to the stream, she heard the sound of someone splashing. She crept closer and saw a girl of about fourteen swimming by herself.
As she was by herself and the woods were usually deserted, the girl had chosen to swim naked and let the cool, clean water wash against her body. As the water flowed by her, it massaged her body like a piece of soft velvet rubbing against her. The water touched her whole body, not an inch of flesh was ignored by the water.
As Chris crept closer, she was fascinated by the girl's beauty and innocence. The girl splashed the water over her head, washing her hair and. face. She leaned her head back so that the water would run down her face and hair.
The moisture glistened on her body in the bright sunlight. Her dark skin and blonde hair turned to shiny gold under the water.
Chris felt a stirring in her pussy. She was wearing a simple blouse and a pair of rough dungarees that were several sizes too small for her. The material had crept into her slit and filled her pussy with rough material. When she walked it almost felt like she had a hard prick up her.
The slacks felt good against her now. The material grew hot and wet as she looked at the girl. Soon Chris' hand crept down to her cunt under its own desire. With her finger, she massaged the material which lay in her cunt.
Unable to stand it any longer, Chris quickly tried to compose herself, then walked into the clearing which the stream ran through. When the girl first saw her, she was frightened. Then, seeing that the stranger was a girl only a few years older than she, relaxed.
"Hi," the girl said.
"How ya doing?" Chris asked.
"Okay. Say, would you mind getting my towel for me? It's over there on the bush," the girl said to Chris.
Chris walked over to the bush and picked a stark white towel from one of its branches. She walked over to the edge of the stream, near where the girl was lying in the water.
"Come on out, I'll dry you off," Chris urged.
The girl stood up and Chris held her breath as she saw the girl's body. The girl's long blonde hair fell onto soft white shoulders. Between the shoulders were two small mounds, the beginning of her breasts. She had large nipples which barely poked off her chest. The small mounds were almost only her nipples.
Her waist had not yet finished slimming and so her soft stomach was larger than it would be in a few years. Her hips would have been undistinguishable from her stomach if it were not for the baby fat which still covered her thighs and hips. Her thighs were almost chubby with the extra flesh. Between her thighs was the loveliest pussy that Chris had ever seen. The love mound was made even more visible by the light hair that covered it.
Her mound was covered by a thin layer of stark blonde hair. The hair was still not all grown in and it looked almost like the top of a baby's head.
As the girl walked toward Chris, the older girl could not take her burning eyes off the girl's body. Chris stood with her arms outstretched holding the towel. When the girl reached her, she turned around so that Chris could drape the towel over her shoulders.
"My name's Chris, what's yours?" Chris asked the girl as she folded the towel over the girl's shoulders.
"Margie," the girl replied.
"Okay, Margie, just stand still and I'll dry you off," Chris said breathlessly, praying the girl would not object.
She didn't. Margie stood docilely as Chris vigorously rubbed her shoulders and back. When Chris reached the girl's ass, she was especially tender, rubbing the soft fleshy mounds with her hands as much as with the towel. Margie began to squirm a little as Chris massaged her ass.
"Okay, back's all finished, turn around," commanded Chris.
The girl quietly obeyed. She looked appreciatively into Chris' eyes when she faced her. Chris first rubbed the beautiful face dry, then playfully kissed the tip of the girl's nose when it was dry. Margie just giggled. Chris moved down and rubbed the girl's shoulders next. The girl squirmed under the violent onslaught of Chris' arms.
Chris breathlessly moved the towel to the girl's chest and budding tits next. The flesh above the boobs was easy, but she had trouble controlling herself as she softly rubbed Margie's twin mounds. She spent a lot of time on the small boobs, rubbing them even after they were already dry. Margie did not seem to mind. In fact she seemed to enjoy it.
As Chris rubbed them, Margie began to breathe more heavily and to gasp with pleasure every time Chris squeezed one of her nipples. Finally, after what seemed like half an hour, Chris kneeled down to dry the girl's stomach.
As she rubbed the towel over the soft flesh, she kissed the tip of each nipple in what she hoped was a playful manner. Margie did not seem to mind, in fact she seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. Her breathing was now quite heavy and Chris was sure that the girl's pussy was beginning to burn.
After she finished the girl's stomach, she deliberately skipped the groin and began drying the girl's legs. She slid the towel up and down each leg, feeling the fleshy softness of her thighs. As she rubbed the legs, she casually let her head fall against Margie's bush. For the first few minutes she didn't move it, she just let her fevered cheek rest against the cool hair of the mound.
Gradually, Chris turned her face until she was looking straight into the fourteen year old girl's honey pot. She leaned closer and let her lips fall on the mound of flesh. Margie gasped as the older girl touched her private parts. Chris had let the towel drop by now and had brought her arms up until she was holding the back of Margie's thighs.
She softly kissed the sweet flesh of Margie's twat, drinking in the fresh, sweet smell. Margie brough her hands to Chris' head and held it gently between her burning palms.
Chris knew that Margie wanted it now. She knew that she could do anything she wanted to the girl and the girl would love it. She slowly brought her hands up to the girl's waist and pulled on it until Margie sat down in the grass.
Chris had still not touched her slit, but had kissed and tongued the girl's love mound. As
Chris indicated to the girl that she should lie on her back, Chris quickly took off her blouse and dungarees. In a second she was lying beside the girl. Margie put her hand on Chris' shoulder and drew herself against the older girl. Margie was obviously a virgin and did not know what to do, but knew how she felt.
Chris leaned forward until their lips touched. Then she hooked her arm around Margie's neck and drew the girl against her, pressing her lips against the soft, sweet lips of the younger girl.
For many long minutes, the two girls wriggled against each other, pressing and squirming their inflamed bodies together. Their lips were crushed together, sealing their mouths together. Chris passionately slipped her tongue into the other girl's mouth, exploring its warm, wet possibilities.
Margie had circled her arms around Chris' neck and she clung to the other girl as passionately and desperately as Chris clung to her. By what could only be described as animal instinct, Margie pressed her pelvis against Chris' and rotated it in the age-old ritual of passion.
Unable to stand it any longer, Chris tore her mouth away from Margie's and began the inevitable trip down the younger girl's body. Margie gasped and moaned as she felt Chris' eager, wet lips sliding over her burning flesh.
Chris paused briefly to kiss and suck on the two pointed nipples along the way. She left a trail of burning kisses down Margie's stomach. She played with Margie's thin pubic hair and throbbing love mound longer than was necessary before diving down to the open lips of Margie's hot box.
Chris pressed her lips urgently against the burning hole between Margie's legs. She massaged and crushed the lips of the younger girl's twat with her mouth. Margie was raising and lowering her pelvis off the ground in great, urgent heaves. Chris had to grasp the heavy, pumping thighs to keep her mouth in place over the searing cunt.
As Margie pumped her pelvis, climbing to the heights of ecstasy, her breath came in loud moans and gasps. Chris knew it was time to slip her tongue into the burning crevice. She slid it between the thick, throbbing lips and into the endless hole. She searched for and found the girl's desperate love knob.
Margie's pelvis rose to a frantic rhythm as she felt Chris lick her pulsating clit. Her body was suddenly racked with shocks of pleasure as giant spurts of hot come spurted into Chris' waiting, eager mouth. Spurt after spurt of the heavy liquid shot from her pounding cunt.
As Margie grew still and her body rested, Chris continued to kiss the open hole. When Margie's body was completely still, the older girl licked the come from her lips and hole.
For some time, the two girls lay together in each other's arms, kissing and hugging one another. Then, as the afternoon grew late, they dressed and walked back to town hand in hand.
Then, Sunday came. To the kids at the commune, it was just another work day. The men went out to the fields at the regular time and the girls did their housework and played. They remained blissfully unaware of what was brewing in town.
The pastor had worked up a really fire and brimstone speech for the anti-commune campaign. The townsfolk listened meekly as he described the sinners on the hill. He damned the young people for their life of immorality and corruption. He described how the hippies would corrupt the town's children and how they too would be damned.
He begged the townspeople to save their souls and the souls of their children by seeing that the commune was driven out of town. He said that they would all be damned if they were not driven out soon.
The townspeople murmured among themselves. They could not openly defend the commune, but neither could they condemn it. They were afraid that, if they condemned it, other people would agree with them and soon they would have to agree that the commune should be banished. Then, they were afraid, some firebrand might actually want to do something and they would lose the commune.
The men thought to themselves of the six girls of the commune who had given them so much pleasure and passion. The men could get free sex almost any time they needed it by simply walking up to the house on the hill.
The commune men had never been stingy with their women, and had even let men sleep over to take care of the two spare girls.
Let's face it, the townsmen thought to themselves, those hippy girls love sex almost as much as we do. And they're so fuckin' good at it, too. The whores in the house in Cary could never compete with our girls, and, besides, the hookers are expensive and our girls are free.
With arguments like that, the men had a hard time seeing the pastor's point of view. They thought they understood why he was doing all this complaining now. It was because he wasn't getting any from the girls. If he would stop being so snobby and try out the girls, why, then he'd see our point of view, they thought.
The townswomen thought along pretty much the same lines as their men. However, their situation was even worse. Without the commune men, the women had no one but their husbands and the other men of the town. Their lives were different. They had no whorehouse they could visit after a long day's work.
The advantages of the commune were great. They were all young and fucked like pros. The housewives' cunts had never been more pleasantly filled than by the commune men. Besides, the commune men were less inclined to start a scandal. If a housewife, balled one of the townsmen, there was always the chance that her husband might find out. The commune men kept to themselves most of the time. That is, they kept to themselves other than fucking the local housewives.
The commune men also had enough of their own nooky that they wouldn't come back to pester the housewives for more all the time. The housewives wouldn't have minded more, but they felt that it was risky enough without pushing it too much.
So, the pastor's message that Sunday fell on ears that, if not deaf, were certainly hard of hearing. His labelling the commune people as sinners did not bother the townspeople much because most of them wished that they could sin as much as the commune people. Besides, the townspeople were themselves sinners to the extent that they were often the object of the hippies' sins.
When the pastor announced the formation of the committee to get rid of the commune, the townspeople felt that they were in trouble. They would have a difficult time explaining to each other why they refused to join the committee.
The committee was headed by Mrs. Louella Hammertroth, a sixty-eight-year-old widow. Her husband had been a local banker and puritan before his death. The town gossips insisted that Mrs. Hammertroth's husband had died of abstinence. In any case, it would be difficult to turn down the pastor's request that everyone join Mrs. Hammertroth's committee.
At the ice cream social following the church services, Mrs. Hammertroth circulated among the townspeople urging them to sign a petition asking the hippies to move out and she asked the townspeople to come to the first committee meeting to be held on Monday evening. Most of the people had to sign the petition and promised to attend the meeting because of the pressure which they would face if they refused.
Actually, no one was the least interested in the petition or the committee meeting, but they were afraid that everyone else would agree and they would be the only ones to refuse. They feared that their solitary refusal would immediately make them the objects of suspicion and fear.
So, the petition was circulated and everyone signed it. And everyone agreed to come to the committee meeting.
The committee meeting was generally uninteresting and, most of the townspeople hoped, unproductive. The only speakers had been Old Lady Hammertroth and a few of her old cronies and the pastor. The sheriff, not wanting to stand out, stayed quiet, as did the other townspeople.
The result of the meeting was that Mrs. Hammertroth announced a campaign to get everyone in town, twenty-one years old or more to sign the petition. They would then bring the petition to the commune and ask the hippies to leave. If they refused, Mrs. Hammertroth suggested that the sheriff go up to the commune and throw them out.
When Mrs. Hammertroth asked him he would do it, the sheriff mumbled assent. He didn't want to get too involved with the removal of the commune as there was bound to be a lot of resentment towards the person responsible for removing the six luscious cunts and four virile men from the men and women of the town.