Chapter 5
After they had rested and dressed, Linda and Perry sat down again to have a drink together. Linda came down to the real purpose of her visit.
"I hear some of the townspeople want to get rid of us," she said to Perry.
"Why, yes, I believe I have heard some talk of that," Perry said innocently.
"Well, you don't want us to leave, do you?" Linda asked him seductively as she slid onto his lap and began caressing the top of his head.
"Oh, no, of course not. Nobody really wants you to leave, just a few troublemakers, that's all," he replied.
"Oh, that's good. Because we don't want to leave. We really like it here. And, you know, I think you would really miss us if we left, do you know what I mean?" she asked him pointedly.
"Yeah, sure. We'd sure hate to see you leave. Believe me, you don't know how much we'd hate it," he answered her.
"Can't you do anything to stop them, then? I mean, if you'd hate it so much, why don't you try to stop them?" she asked.
"How can we stop them? Nobody in town is willing to defend you because they're afraid that if they do, everyone else will accuse them of all sorts of nasty things.
"So everyone is just keeping quiet and hoping that it will kind of blow over. I mean, the pastor and a few old ladies are the only ones interested in this thing. Why don't you just keep cool and lie low for a couple of weeks and the whole thing will blow over. You'll see," he said reassuringly.
Linda was not persuaded by his advice. However, she did get an idea about a possible strategy the commune people might adopt. She stayed with Perry for a few minutes longer, reminding him what he would be missing if the commune had to leave town.
After leaving Perry, she headed straight back to the commune to tell the others her idea. It was still early in the afternoon when she got back, so the men were still in the fields working. She decided to wait until they returned at the end of the day, rather than calling them in to discuss her idea right then.
At last, dinner time arrived and the men came with it. Linda suggested that they discuss her idea before dinner. Everyone agreed and they gathered in the living room to hear it.
"It's so simple, I'm surprised we didn't think of it sooner," she said excitedly. "The main force they have is the pastor, right? Well, what happens if the pastor drops out? They forget about it, right? I mean, those old ladies aren't going to do it all by themselves. According to everything we've heard from the townspeople, they won't support the old ladies. You see, once the pastor goes, the old ladies will be on their own. And once they're on their own, nobody in town will pay any attention to them. Simple?"
"Yeah, simple except for one thing," said Larry, "how do we get the pastor to drop out? What do we do, send him a polite request to forget about it?"
"No, dummy, we invite him up here to see how nice it is and how moral we are," explained Linda, "we tell him the girls sleep in one room and the guys in another, and a lot of bullshit about how decent we are and stuff like that."
"Do you expect him to fall for that," Cindy asked incredulously. "He'll never believe it."
"That's not the idea. We only tell him that stuff so that he'll come up here. Once we get him here, we throw an orgy and he gets what he wants and as much as he wants."
For a few minutes, they discussed Linda's idea. Finally, they reached the inevitable conclusion that it couldn't hurt to try it. They decided that the best way to approach the pastor was to send one of the men down to see him.
They picked Steve because he seemed the most conservative. He wore no beard and his hair was not too long. The next day, Thursday, Steve walked down to the pastor's office. He found the pastor in his office working on his sermon.
At first, Pastor Lionel was reluctant to see the young man. However, impressed by the youth's clean-cut appearance and serious manner, he consented to speak with him. Steve explained that his friends at the commune had heard of the pastor's campaign to get them out of town.
"My friends think, sir," Steve said, "that you have the wrong impression of what we are like. You see, sir, we do not live in sin. We lead proper, hard-working lives and we are decent citizens. We think that you would agree with us if you would only give us the chance to show you."
"What? Do you mean that you want me to come to your house of sin?" the pastor asked incredulously.
"Yes, sir, we'd like you to visit us," Steve replied, "and you would see that it is not a house of sin. You see, we believe that you are condemning us. without even knowing us. We have heard that there are ugly rumors in town about us, but we feel that you might have a different impression of us if you saw us for yourself rather than listening to the rumors."
"Well, son, I believe that you have a good point there," the pastor said thoughtfully. "Yes, I believe that I should see your commune for myself."
"We would be honored to have you, sir," Steve said carefully lest the joy of victory he felt be betrayed by his voice. "Would it be convenient for you to come up tomorrow evening?"
"Yes, I believe it would be possible," the pastor nodded.
Steve courteously said goodbye and left to return jubilantly to the commune, or Cunt Shack as it was rightfully called, he thought laughingly to himself. Oh, wait until the pastor sees what we've got in store for him, Steve thought.
He arrived at the commune and proudly told his friends the result of his mission. They cheered spontaneously, already tasting the fruits of victory. They decided to clean the bottom area of the house so that they could show it to the pastor before they seduced him or raped him, whichever was necessary.
The next day went quickly. Everyone was thinking about the events set to take place that night and so they did their work quickly and absently. They finished early so that they would have time to prepare before the pastor arrived.
Their biggest problem was finding enough clothes for everyone to wear. The girls were the most difficult to dress because they had few long skirts or bras. They had to settle for improvised skirts made of blankets and sheets. The men donated some old shirts which would cover the girls better than the thin scraps that remained of their blouses.
They ate a light dinner in case they would have to feed the pastor. Doris suggested that if he asked for dinner, they would offer to let him eat Sandy. Sandy laughed and suggested that, with all the talking he did, he must have a terrific tongue.
At seven-thirty that evening, someone politely knocked on the door. It was Pastor Lionel. He stood alone, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. He seemed to be somewhat embarrassed to find himself at the place the townspeople called Cunt Shack.
The young people respectfully invited him to enter their home. They asked if he had already eaten (he had), then showed him the ground floor. The pastor seemed to be impressed by the cleanliness and simplicity of the house. He seemed somewhat surprised by the wholesome appearance of the inhabitants of the house.
The youngsters found that it was not difficult to impress Pastor Lionel. He was an old man who had not seen much of the world, but he was not as prejudiced as they had expected him to be. He sat down at the communal dinner table and gracefully accepted the glass of wine that was offered to him.
The girls found him quite charming, so old fashioned and gallant towards them. It was such a pleasant change from their own rough lovers and the crude townsmen that each girl found herself harboring a desire to seduce the old man and teach him a little about the real joys of the world. They drank together for a little over an hour and soon discovered that the old boy could really put it away.
Before long the communards were all feeling tipsy, but to their amazement the pastor seemed as sober as when he had entered the house. He matched them glass for glass and Bill soon realized that they were about to be drunk under the table.
It was an amusing situation and the passionate youngsters found themselves warming to their guest. He became more intimate with them and soon loosened his tongue. A man in his position knew a lot about the secret lives of the citizens of the small town and they had soon milked him of a series of anecdotes that would have stood a professional blackmailer in good stead.
Several of the communards were too drunk to keep their eyes open and drifted off to bed, careful to let the pastor see that they slept in separate quarters. Finally only Steve and Joy were left with the old man and the conversation began to be more intimate by the second.
Pastor Lionel asked them if they were living in sin and there seemed to be no point in deceiving him. The old man was quite sharp for his years and would be able to see through any false story. They admitted that love was free on the commune and asked him his opinion of their life style. He thought for a while and then answered them.
"Well, my children," he began, "it's not for me to judge you. That will come later in your lives. I've lived for a long time and I've seen a lot of strange things. I've learned not to condemn anybody until I myself have sampled his life style. It's the only fair way of doing things."
Steve and Joy looked at each other in shock. The old man seemed to be hinting that he wanted an invitation to join in on the goings-on of the commune. They couldn't believe it at first, but he dropped several other hints that soon convinced them of his sincerity.
Steve approached him directly, asking politely if the pastor wished Jo make love to Joy, in order to see if he liked their way of life. The old man had been waiting for that very question and responded so quickly and favorably that they were sure he was somehow trying to trick them.
He asked if there was a private room in the house, one where they could spend a few hours alone. Steve led him to an outlying wing of the house, an extension that had been built as a storage unit. He was about to leave the man in Joy's competent hands, but Pastor Lionel insisted that he stayed and kept them company.
The handsome lad shrugged his shoulders and cleared off a few chairs to sit down on. There was a mattress in the middle of the bare floor and the pastor kept looking at it with a meaningful expression on his face. He cleared his throat and asked Joy to undress for him.
Joy smiled at him and rose to her feet. She was a compulsive exhibitionist and liked nothing better than to strip before an audience. She pretended that the room had filled with music and then removed her clothing slowly, letting one garment after another fall to the floor beneath her.
First she unbuttoned her blouse, smiling coyly at her two admirers and then she flipped the flimsy garment from her tan shoulders. She threw it into the pastor's face and he sighed at the fresh aroma of her healthy young body. He looked like a man who was really ready to get laid.
Her shoes were quickly kicked off and placed under her chair. Next she peeled her stockings from her long voluptuous legs, rubbing the nylon against her body and unhooking her garters with a look of pure lust on her pretty face. Her skirt was next to go and she remained for a while clad only in brassiere and panties and garter belt.
These last items were soon to follow their predecessors. The garter belt was quickly unfastened and then Joy reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She would have liked to ask the pastor to help her, but didn't dare press her luck. The man might change his mind at the first suggestion that they were taking advantage of him.
Finally her panties fell to her shapely feet and the old man let out a sigh of relief. It had probably been years since he had seen a girl that young in a state of complete nudity and he stared at her so intensely that Joy thought he must be trying to memorize the contours and outlines of her shapely body.
The old man rose to his feet and quickly got out of his own clothing, telling Steve to do the same. They disrobed in a matter of minutes and soon all three stood naked and shivering in the crisp night air. Gooseflesh formed all over their exposed limbs and Joy suggested that they lay down together for warmth.
It was just the thing for the tired old man and he licked his lips in anticipation. The three of them lay down on the lumpy mattress and huddled together for warmth. Before long Joy felt an unfamiliar hand wander across her torso and knew that the fun had begun.
She rolled toward the pastor, turning her back on Steve and presenting him with a breathtaking view of her lushly padded buttocks. The pastor sighed at the proximity of her big tits and leaned over to inspect them more closely. The old boy was as blind as a coot, but knew how to use his finger in place of his eyes.
His hands were gnarled and cold but they were so gentle and sensitive that Joy could not help but react to their touch. She had stayed with the pastor out of a sense of duty to the commune, but now found herself desiring the man for his own sake. She had never been to bed with a man that age and was full of curiosity as to his performance.
"You are very lovely, my dear," he whispered to her, "very lovely indeed. You could make an old man happy if you wanted to. If you are good to me I might consider using my influence in the community on behalf of your commune."
He would not have chosen his words better. It was exactly what the worried youngsters had been hoping for and Steve had to restrain himself from letting out a whoop of joy. He suppressed his desires and sat back to watch the old man make his first move. If nothing else it was bound to be interesting, a new experience.
Joy went down on the pastor immediately, giving him no chance for hesitation or second thoughts. She didn't want to blow things and knew that once he tasted her firm young body they would have a permanent ally. The honest girl had no intention of blackmailing their benefactor, but knew that he would soon be on their side anyway.
She bent her head down and slipped her lips onto his withered old penis. To her delight the tired organ leaped immediately to life. The septuagenarian was showing a virility surprising in a man of his years. She was determined to show him the best time of his life.
It wasn't difficult to please Pastor Lionel. He hadn't been getting laid much lately, as he had had to be careful. A man in his position couldn't be too cautious with a town full of nosy old gossips. He was worried at first, but the insistent pressure of Joy's lips was too much to resist and soon blanked his mind of all unpleasant thoughts.
Joy worked him over like a professional. She licked at the white head of his dick until it was purple and swollen. Her tongue moved so fast that she looked like a hummingbird gathering nectar. When she was satisfied that his prick was as hard as it was likely to become she switched her attentions to the slender shaft.
The pastor wasn't too well-hung and it was easy for her to take in the full length of his rod. She swallowed it down with one easy motion and let it remain buried in her warm moist throat. Her lips brushed against his pubic hairs and she used her teeth to bite into his dry flesh, the taut skin that covered his midsection.
The pastor sighed with relief and anticipation. He had not been able to get it up for a long time, but it looked like the young voluptuary would take care of the problem for him. He regretted that he had stayed away from Cunt Shack for so long. Everybody in the town had been getting it but him and it was time to get his share.
Joy loved the feeling of power that she got from sucking off the old man. She pulled out all the stops and soon had him roaring with lust. It was a comical sight to see the old boy in a state of erection and once again Steve had to hold back his laughter.
She held his prick in her mouth and continued to suck him off. She used long slow strokes of her agile tongued and then switched to her teeth. Joy knew how to use her teeth without hurting a man. She chewed gently on his rod until the tickling pressure had him hot and ready.
It would have been easy to make the old man remove his shaft from her mouth and fuck her, but Joy felt a sense of duty toward the commune. She was determined to blow him until he had filled her mouth with cream. It would be interesting to see how long he could resist her blandishments, a test of her skills.
The pastor lay flat on his back and Joy squatted over him, rolling her eyes provocatively so that he would become even hotter. He looked down in amazement at her untrammeled sensuality. Joy was the kind of girl he had always dreamed of fucking and he intended to make full use of her lovely and talented body.
She sucked at his prick with a vengeance. Her head bobbed up and down like a machine, drawing the soul from his body with every passionate stroke. The old boy moaned and groaned, begging her to slow down, but Joy knew her business and had no intention of letting him rest.
His prick had become thicker and now filled her mouth to capacity. Once he was worked up the old boy was easily the equal of a younger man, in size as well as virility. He began to rock forward on his hips, shoving his prick further into her mouth until Joy thought she would puke.
It amused her to see how passionate the pastor had become and she let him plunge as far as he wanted into her tormenting mouth. She used her lips, teeth and tongue to perfection, licking and sucking and nibbling at his rod until the old man was ready to fly.
She knew that he would come soon and redoubled the pace of her attack. Before long the pastor was bellowing like a bull and talking to her in words that were, to say the least, somewhat inappropriate to his station in life.
"That's it baby," he moaned to her, "suck my big dick hippy mama. Suck me off and I'll fill you with scum. I've been dying to get into one of you girls for years and now I'll never let you go. Blow me, you beautiful slut and I'll come all over your face."
It was all Steve could do to keep from bursting into laughter, but Joy found it quite stimulating. It was touching to see an old man so happy and she felt a rush of affection for him. It was a challenge to turn him on and she felt a new sense of pride and achievement.
She took his prick all the way into her throat and told him to hurry and come while his strength lasted. The pastor chuckled at the unnecessary warning and told her she had nothing to worry about. He was as good as any man in the town and would show her the best time of her life.
He reared back and began to buck like a stallion, belying his sixty years with the force of his passionate assault. He pumped a few more times and then his prick began to spurt. The pastor shot at least three times, filling her to overflow with his sperm.
When Joy thought he had finished, she let go of his prick, but was surprised to discover that the old boy had plenty of scum left in his withered scrotum. He shot once again, all over her pretty face. She was soon covered with a mantle of sticky sperm and the pastor laughed at the sight of the viscous fluid running down her pretty face.
"What a sight," Steve laughed, "you thought the old boy couldn't even get it up and now you're covered with scum."
She was annoyed at first, but soon realized that it was best to take such things lightly. Joy was a good-natured girl and soon found herself laughing at the event, along with her men. The pastor pulled himself together and told her that he wanted to fuck her.
Joy was shocked at his virility, not having expected a man of his age to be able to get it up more than once in the same week, let alone right after he had finished coming. She took his rod in her soft hands and let her fingers bring him to another state of erection.
"Why don't we fuck her together?" the pastor suggested to the passionate Steve. "I'm a little old for this and you could help me control the young filly."
"Sounds like a groovy idea to me," Steve rejoindered. "You fuck her in the cunt and I'll take care of her ass-hole. Joy-likes it like that."
Once again Joy got angry at her men, but the thought of two pricks was enough to stifle her complaints. She loved servicing two men at a time, it was a way to prove her desirability and talent. She shrugged her shoulders and told them to begin.
Steve lay her on her side and then sat back to let the pastor get into her. The old boy was more tired than he let on and had some difficulty fitting himself into her clinging pussy. After a great deal of effort he was firmly ensconced in her honey pot and told Steve to hurry up and enter her ass-hole.
"I don't know how long I can keep it up," he chuckled, "You young folks are likely to drive me into an early grave. This girl will be the death of me."
"Don't worry about it pop," she answered him affectionately, "you'll probably do better than Steve here who's lucky when he can get it up at all."
Her words were carefully chosen for the express purpose of irritating the two men and forcing them to give her their all. She was all worked up from the blow job she had just bestowed on the pastor and needed to be satisfied quickly. Joy wasn't the type of girl who let herself be frustrated and Steve knew they were in for a rough time.
He grabbed her creamy buttocks and separated them with his strong hands. Placing a finger into her tiny pink bunghole as if to test the temperature, he saw that she was already lubricated with her own ample pussy juice. He forced the first four inches of his big prick into her and felt her squirm from the pressure.
"Alright, father," he said, "Let's really do a number on her now. Don't let her off easy or she'll never respect you. Joy's the type of girl that-likes it long and hard and often. Let's see what you can do."
So saying, he forced his big nine inch cock all the way into her ass-hole, causing her to cry out for mercy. The pastor took the hint quickly and forced his own rod into her cunt. He could practically feel the young man's cock rubbing against his own, so narrowly separated were the two organs.
Joy felt as though she were made out of cock. It was turning out far better than she had expected. She couldn't move a muscle owing to the two throbbing pricks and let her body relax to allow them to move within her. It looked like she was in for a pretty good time.
It took a while for the two men to adjust their rhythm. At first they tried to alternate strokes, but it just didn't seem to work out. It was easier to push in together and before long they were plowing her in perfect harmony. Their bodies were soon covered with sweat.
"Fuck me harder," she screamed at them, "you're a couple of pussies. My little brother could fuck me better than that. Do I have to jerk myself off or are you two faggots going to get together and do me better?"
It was a challenge that could not be ignored and the two men rose quickly to the occasion. Now they had no trouble coordinating their strokes and soon had the lovely girl too tired and busy to complain about their techniques. They would show her how real men fucked a woman.
They pounded away at her voluptuous body, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. Before long she was ready to shoot her load and her cries soon became incoherent. Joy arched her back and tried to take both at once. They laughed at her and asked if she was still unsatisfied.
Joy was too far gone to answer her tormentors. She let out one last cry and her body began to move like a snake. She twisted and turned in a final effort to suck in the full length of both cocks and then let it all go at last. It was an orgasm to remember.
The lucky girl felt as if her whole body were dissolving. Nothing remained of her but her cunt and sore ass-hole. She came again and again, one spasm after another, until she had flooded them with cunt honey. Both men could see that their balls were flooded with fuck juices and quickened their pace so that they could come before she dried out.
The old pastor was able to hold out the longest. Steve preferred the feel of a tight ass-hole to anything in the world and soon felt that he could hold out no longer. He fucked her faster and faster until his cock made loud popping noises as it left her dry clinging ass-hole.
He shoved his prick in one last time and then left it buried in her bunghole as he shot his load. Joy felt as if she would be shot across the room by the force of his climax, but held on until the spitting organ had finished its work and lay in her ass-hole limp and spent.
Then, she was able to turn all her attention to the old pastor who was still plugging her heroically. He bucked backward and forward, surprising her with his vigor and virility. She gritted her teeth and did her best to bring him to orgasm. It looked like a long up hill battle, but she was determined to win.
"Come on, gramps," she taunted him, "I'm dying for your cream. Come in me and I'll flood you with pussy juice. You're just the thing for a young girl, so let me see how fast you can fill me with cream."
Some men would have been intimidated by her words, but the pastor was not. He let it serve as a stimulus to his tired organ and was soon ready to comply with her wishes. He was too tired to move his body anymore, so he buried his prick to the hilt and let her tight inner vaginal muscles do all the work for him.
Within minutes he had shot his load. He pulled back once and then fired a salvo of sperm into her cunt that was at least the equal of what Steve had pumped into her ass. He disengaged himself, delighted at what he had been able to accomplish, and looked at the youngsters for praise.
Steve reached over and clapped him heartily on the back. The old guy had shown a lot of spirit and he wondered if he could find some other way to satisfy him. The pastor wanted only to rest at that point, so the considerate lad went into the kitchen to find him some more wine.
He returned to find the old man hale and hearty and asked him if there was anything else he wanted to do. Parson Lionel was pretty busy at that point, eating out Joy's tender fragrant pussy, but he turned to the lad and told him that he indeed had something on his mind.
He had a specific request that he seemed shy about making in front of Joy. Steve told him to get over his inhibitions. The communards considered any form of sex acceptable and refused no man his satisfaction. He developed his theme at length, with specific examples that left the old man shaking with lust.
Finally he came out with it. He had lost interest in women but still desired the attentions of men. He explained that he had turned to homosexuality during his years of study in the seminary. There had been no women available and the boys had made do with what they had.
Steve looked him askance at first. Homosexuality was not his bag and he had no intention of taking it up the ass for the pastor or anybody else. He explained his position and the old man explained that he would do all the work. All he wanted to do was give Steve a blow job. He would make no other demands.
Steve shrugged his shoulders. Anything to make the old boy happy. He insisted that Joy remain in the room and prepared himself for the pastor's assault.