Chapter 8
It was a race against time, but Ella was pretty certain that she could beat the Wild Angels to the commune. Mrs. Hammertroth had been so confused and furious that her directions had been practically incoherent. The gang would find the place but she figured that she had at least half an hour to warn the communards.
She reached the hill in ten minutes and found George working in the vegetable patch.
He could see that something was wrong with her and burst out with a thousand questions. Ella was too breathless to answer him, but did manage to say that he should gather all his friends and bring them to the central building.
They all gathered quickly and she was glad to see that there were no stragglers or absentees. It took but a minute to explain the situation, but nobody had a suggestion as to how they might defend themselves. There were only four males present and none of them knew how to fight. They had long ago eschewed all forms of violence and had no intention of battling the motorcycle gang.
Ella tried to persuade them to fight for their land but it was all to no avail. She suggested that they barricade themselves in the house and refuse to come out to meet the Wild Angels. Finally Larry rose to his feet and said that he would offer to meet the leader of the gang in single combat. He was a large powerful lad, the only one who would have a chance against the huge Joe Thanatos.
The gang showed up minutes after they had finished their strategy session. Ella and Larry remained outside to greet them. The gang dismounted their machines and asked what was going on. They were willing to tear the house down if the girls wouldn't come out to fuck them.
Ella told Joe of the commune's decision. The powerful gangster took a look at Larry and realized that at last he had found a worthy opponent. He suggested that they strip to the skin and fight right there in the soft grass. If Larry was victorious the gang would leave, but if Joe won the day, the girls would be their slaves.
The two youths stripped themselves and squared off without hesitation. In Ella's mind they looked like two ancient Greek warriors, like Hector and Achilles before the gates of Troy. She hoped that the Trojans could reverse history on this occasion.
Joe began by throwing a hard right hand that landed flush on Larry's shoulder. The gentle giant weathered the blow without falling, but Ella could see that it had taken a lot out of him. He was not aggressive enough and seemed content merely to block Joe's punches, without returning any blows of his own.
They circled around each other like wolves, Larry finally losing his temper and getting into a fighting mood. He caught Joe with a short uppercut to the solar plexus that knocked the leader to the ground. He leaped agilely to his feet and kicked Larry in the midsection.
They seemed unable to hurt each other, despite the force of their blows. Each was in the prime of youth and health, impervious to punishment. Larry would work to the body while Joe pounded at his face, raising lumps and welts, but failing to slow him down for a moment.
The gang held back in silent fascination.
They had seen Joe fight a million times, but this was the first opponent who had failed to wither under his blows. They could not understand how a member of a hippy commune could have grown so strong and courageous and several of them began to hope that he would emerge victorious from the fray.
Larry began to jab at Joe's face, jolting blows that rocked him back on his heels. One eye was already swollen shut, but they were fighting at such close quarters that it hardly made a difference. He kept the upper hand for a few minutes, but Joe soon rallied his strength and once again put him on the defensive.
He tripped the heavy lad, but let him rise to his feet before continuing the attack. A code of honor had developed between them, as inviolate as that of a knight in armor. They fought cleanly, avoiding low punches or chops to the back of the neck. It was a fight to the finish with no need of a referee.
Before long both warriors were too exhausted to continue. They looked at each other and suddenly threw themselves in each other's arms. It had been a standoff, with no possible winner. The gang grumbled to themselves and would have been willing to break their vow, but for the strong sense of chivalry of their leader.
"We made a promise and we've got to keep it," he told them through his bloodied lips. "A Wild Angel never breaks his promise. Let's go. We've had a good time today. There are other towns to destroy."
Larry looked at him with admiration and decided to invite the gang to stay. He ran back to the house and asked the communards if he should do so. They agreed unanimously and he ran back to the gang, just as they were mounting their motorcycles. He explained that they wanted the Wild Angels to stay with them for a few hours, for dinner at least, as a token of their friendship.
The gang members debated among themselves and decided that they had nothing to lose. They were exhausted from the long day of destruction and could use a home-cooked meal. The thought of the six beautiful girls they had heard about was yet another enticement to stay.
Larry led them into the common room and they introduced themselves to the members of the community. The gang always traveled with a good supply of marijuana and before long the whole bunch of kids were sitting around stoned out of their minds listening to music.
The girls were fascinated by the rugged appearance of the gang and had soon warmed to them. Joy singled out the leader, Joe, soothing his wounds and talking to him in low tones that couldn't fail to appeal to the tired warrior. She liked her men violent and had peeked out the window to discover that he was as well hung as Larry.
The rest of the communards were busily explaining their way of life. They told the
Angels that they were equally disgusted with modern society, but instead of fighting it with guns and fists, they had decided to withdraw and seek a life-style of their own. The Angels listened fascinated. It was the first hint that had ever had that they were not alone in the world.
One of them acted as a spokesman for his friends and told the communards that they had begun to tire of violence. It was an endless spiral and they could never get enough of it. The ultimate violence was death rather than life and they were seeking a reconciliation with life.
Doris answered him, saying that life was not the way of life in their country, but was a matter of getting along with nature, living close to the earth and finding love and comradeship in a community of equals. There seemed to be little difference between the two groups, except for the issue of violence.
Joy and Joe had slipped off to a quiet corner and had begun to make it. Joy had poured witch-hazel all over Joe's wounds, not shy about where her hands might wander. He appreciated her candor and told her that she and Ella were the only real women in the town.
Joy found some excuse to get out of her own clothing and let the lusty Joe take it all in with his shocked eyes. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen with her swelling boobs and prominent creamy buttocks. He asked her if she wanted to take a walk with him, but Joy said that they must make love right in the room. Everything was shared in the commune, sex included.
Joe shrugged his shoulders and figured that he had nothing to lose. If this beautiful voluptuary wanted to make it with him in a room full of people he had no objections. He bent toward her and kissed her violently, squeezing her in his powerful arms.
Joy thrilled to the feel of his hard body and knew that she had to taste his cock. She waited until he had finished kissing her and then inclined her head towards his hairy crotch. Joe was used to forcing women to blow him and was intimidated at first by her boldness.
Joy was so talented that his cock had no choice but to respond. She licked at the purple head until it had filled with blood, using quick strokes like the tongue of a snake. He watched her with admiration, surprised that a girl would want to make it with him. Joe had always thought of himself as an outcast, a wicked sinner whom no woman could fall in love with. Ella and Joy had shown him he was wrong.
She shifted her attention to the shaft of his rod, licking at it until it was coated with a patina of her sweet saliva. Then she switched her attentions ot his hairy balls, cradling them in her soft hands and then introducing them one at a time into her mouth.
She sucked at the heavy globes while Joe explored her heaving tits. His balls were so heavy that they made her jaw ache, but she didn't relinquish them until she saw that her lover was ready to be blown. Joy wasted no time with a hard cock. She was a girl who knew what she wanted and was not used to being deprived.
Joy closed her lips around the head of his throbbing machine and tried to swallow the length of the shaft. It was impossible at first, but she was not a girl to give up without a fight. Before long her lips were resting against his black pubic hairs and he could feel the warm moistness of her throat at the tip of his prick.
Doris had been fascinated by the wild animals and could hardly wait to get her hands on one of them. She singled out Paul, the warlord of the gang, and drew him over to another corner of the big room. She showed him how Joy and Joe had made friends and asked him if he wanted to fuck her.
Paul had his clothes off in a minute. He was a passionate, virile youth who liked nothing better than fucking a lovely girl of his own age. Doris got her clothing off almost as quickly and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He laid her down on the floor and spread her legs with his hands.
They kissed for a while and then Paul mounted her slender body. He shoved his already hard prick between her moist labia and Doris groaned with lustful anticipation. It wasn't fair for there to be six girls and only four boys on the commune and the old tired townsmen were not her idea of what a good lover should be. Paul was more her style, a lusty bull who could show her the good time she craved.
He slammed his prick all the way into her clinging pussy, causing her to cry out with pain and lust. Paul was a well-hung lad, no match for Joe or Larry, but with a healthy seven inches of meat that was enough for any normal woman. He pounded her body until she was limp and weak and then turned his attention to her breasts.
Doris arched her back so that her tits rose up to meet Paul's lips. He kissed the huge pink nipples until they were hard and puckered and then slipped his hand under her bouncing ass. He anchored his middle finger into the tiny pink bunghole and used it to control her movements. It was just what she wanted.
The passionate girl loved to he helpless beneath a strong masculine body. As it was she was totally unable to move and lie back to enjoy his pummeling. Paul worked on her like a bull, crashing into her lushly padded body until she was too weak to breathe.
She moaned with ecstasy and encouraged him to fuck her even harder. Paul obeyed her every command, surprised at the slim girl's passion and endurance. He was falling completely in love with her. At last he had found a woman who could take in every inch of this thick rod and still beg him to give it to her harder and faster.
Joy was going wild sucking on Joe's cock. He had gotten his rocks off so many times that day that he was able to sit back and enjoy her manipulations without worrying about premature ejaculation. He looked down at her with a big grin creasing his handsome face.
It was a signal to Joy to use all her feminine wiles. She looked up at him, rolling her eyes provocatively, as if to show him that she could take anything he chose to give her. Joe slammed it into her mouth harder, causing her to gag momentarily on the huge burden, but not slowing her down for an instant. She was a hot-loving mama who wanted nothing more than to feel his come rocketing into her mouth.
Joe held out for as long as possible. Joy was even more talented with her mouth than Ella. She knew how to drive a man wild with lust. She sucked at his shaft until he felt that she would draw the soul right out of his body. He closed his eyes and let her work as she wished.
Before long he could delay the inevitable no longer. He began to buck, rearing back like a stallion and shoving his prick ever further into her clinging mouth. Her face was suffused with blood and covered with sweat, but she didn't slow her pace, eager as he was to get it over with.
He shoved it into her clinging lips once more and then shot a double load of come into her dripping lips. The semen shot into her mouth with a force like a cannon, filling her to the esophagus. She struggled to get it all down, but it was impossible.
Sperm poured out of her nose and mouth in such quantities that she was sure she had hooked up with a superman. She felt that it would come out of her ears as spasm after spasm filled her beyond capacity. Finally he was finished and she relinquished his beloved rod only after she had licked it clean. It emerged from her mouth clean and sparkling, reflecting the afternoon sun on its shiny surface.
Joe wanted to fuck her at that point, but Joy insisted that he work on another girl first. She wanted to get to as many of the gang members as she could. Joe thought it over and soon realized that she was right. He could return to her later, when he had sampled more of the commune's wares.
The rest of the gang had watched the two couples in silent fascination. They were eager to join in the orgy and were soon equitably paired off. The male members of the commune were glad to get a rest. The woman had been fucking them to a frazzle of late and they gracefully seceded their right to the newcomers.
Jim, the second in command, had had his eye on Linda ever since he had come into the room. He sought her out and soon found that she was just as covetous of his attentions. She stripped for him, pretending that she was a professional on a stage and he watched with amusement as she pulled off her simple outfit.
He was not nearly so ceremonious about removing his own garments, pulling them off with loud ripping sounds and revealing an already throbbing prick. His rod was long and slender, a perfect match for Linda's cunt. She was a tall slim girl, with a body little different from that of an adolescent boy. Her breasts were practically non-existent, but she had long luscious legs and a cute perky ass that begged to be slapped.
Her face was equally saucy, with its pert pointy features and red pixie haircut. Jim could hardly wait to fuck her, but she wanted to play it coy, forcing him to chase her around the room. She was as elusive as a water-sprite, but he finally caught her at the far corner of the room.
Jim threw his nymph to the ground and parted her wiry legs. Her pussy lay open and gaping before his admiring eyes and he bent over it to eat her out. First he worked on her tiny pink clitoris, biting at the red flesh until she moaned with ecstasy.
Then he forced his tongue into her already dripping vulva, tasting her spicy fuck juices and feeling his manhood rise to the occasion. He told her that she was a tease who deserved a good spanking. She told him that he was absolutely right and dared him to do it.
The lusty lad wasted no time in throwing her over his knee. She was light as a feather, but struggled like a fish. He could barely hold her down. Once she had submitted to his powerful arms he began to whack away at her saucy ass, hitting her gently at first, but then beating her in earnest.
"You big brute," she giggled at him, "do you think you can get away with that. Ow, cut that out. Ow, that hurts. Leave me alone or I'll never forgive you."
It was easy to see that her words were less than serious. Jim spanked her until her buttocks were red and sore and then asked her if she had learned her lesson.
"I've learned never to let an animal like you get near me again," she replied. "I'll bet you're going to fuck me up the ass now, you beast. It's just the kind of thing a pervert like you would do to an innocent girl."
Jim hadn't thought of the idea on his own, but it was too tempting to ignore. He picked her up by the waist so that her arms and legs hung down to the floor and then placed her on her hands and knees. Her ass-hole was already lubricated with pussy juice.
He slid his prick in gently, laughing at her helpless struggles. Jim was fortunate in not having a huge thick rod like his leader Joe. Girls didn't mind being corn-holed by his slender tool and he didn't have to worry about injuring them. He alternated strokes between cunt and ass-hole, finding both orifices equally heavenly.
The timid Chris had hung back from the crescent orgy, too shy to pick out a partner. George took her by the elbow and introduced her to his new friend Roger, a quiet boy who seemed out of place in the rough and ready society of the rest of the Wild Angels.
Roger and Chris talked for a while and soon discovered that they both had a great interest in literature and philosophy. Roger had dropped out of college to ride with the Wild Angels and Chris had left to join the commune. Before long their conversation had become warmer and warmer until they were leaning on each other's shoulders.
Roger bent over and kissed her gently on the lips. Chris responded with a quick flicking motion of her tongue as if to tell him that she was no longer afraid of his rough exterior. He let his hands wander down to her lovely boobs, kneading the flesh until she began to rub her lithe body against his muscular chest.
"You're beautiful," he whispered to her, "I've never met a girl whom I could talk to like this. Most of them are so crude and materialistic, but you're different. I feel relaxed with you as if you were a sister or something."
Chris held her hand over his mouth, stifling his nervous comments, and reached down to unzip his fly. She was delighted to see that his prick was large and hard. He was as well-hung as any man in the room and she wanted to suck him off until he flooded her with come.
She bent her head forward, not even bothering to finish removing her clothing. Her breasts swelled charmingly from the half-open blouse, with their flesh tautened by the pressure of the lapels. Her pants were pulled down around her ankles, and she struggled to kick them off, opening and closing the pink lips of her pussy as she did so.
Chris took her lover's big prick in her soft warm hands and placed it directly into the cleft of her swelling breasts. She rubbed it on the silky flesh until it was hard and red and then began to lick at the very tip of it. She used long slow motions, circling the collar with her tongue.
Her tongue dragged over the taut surface, lingering on every detail and excrescence. She explored each vein, tracing it to its source as if she were examining a map. When the entire length of the shaft was dripping with saliva she took the head into her lips and began to suck at it with passion. It tasted heavenly to her and she felt herself drifting off on a fantastic voyage into sensual gratification.
Chris sucked him off as she had never done before. Her whole life seemed to have been a preparation for that moment when she met Roger. He kept his prick stationary, unwilling to break her mood with a violent or unexpected action. They were perfectly attuned to one another.
Chris strained to take the entire length of the big tool into her greedy mouth. She gagged on it at first but refused to be deterred. She had to prove her love to Roger and there was no better way than by showing him that she wanted every inch of his magnificent rod.
She got it down at last, feeling it probe within her to her larynx. She used her teeth to nibble at the shaft and kissed his hard midsection with her lovely lips. Roger began to move at last, realizing that she was coming back to the real world at last. Her strokes were becoming more and more violent, as if her whole life depended on bringing her lover to a quick and passionate orgasm.
Roger shoved his prick into her clinging mouth with real passion. He spread her lips, plunging into her rapidly and as deeply as he could go. She accepted his every penetration gladly and redoubled her efforts until her motions looked like those of a bobbin on a sewing machine.
Sandy had found a lover of her own, a big silent fellow named Richie who had approached her and gripped her arm so strongly that she was unable to move. He treated her more gently once they were undressed, but was so strong that she found herself cringing from his powerful strokes.
He mounted her frontally and lowered his heavy body onto hers so that she could hardly breathe. His prick was huge, a fire hose with a grapefruit at the end of it. He was passionate, as well, slamming his scepter into her in a way that pierced her to the womb.
Sandy took it in with good spirits. She preferred a more refined lover most of the time, but Richie was a pleasant change. With him she had to do nothing more but he back and regulate his movements with the interior muscles of her talented snatch.
He pumped away at her like a pile-driver, never pausing even to catch his breath. The sweat poured off his thick limbs like a waterfall. Throughout their bout of frantic intense love-making he never uttered a sound. His prick did all the talking for this lad; he was a true man of action.
Ella had taken it upon herself to service two of the gang members at a time. There was still a surplus of males in the room and the grass had put her in such a humanistic mood that she wanted to service every peter in the room. She cornered Jeff and Herb, two lusty youths who promised that they would give her enough loving to last her a month.
They were as good as their word, fucking her again and again until she could barely see straight. She was placed on her hands and knees and took in their pricks one at a time, in cunt or ass-hole as they preferred. Ella had been through a lot that day, but had energy to burn.
She thought back on her experience with Mr. Hammertroth and broke up in laughter. Her partners became angry with her at first, but the mere mention of the name was enough to crack them up. She would have to tell the other communards about the incident as soon as possible. If the old hag could have only seen them she would have croaked on the spot.
She had sent the motorcycle gang up the hill to destroy the commune and here they were, stoned out of their gourds and fucking like flies. It was an exquisite thought that left the happy threesome too weak with laughter to resume their amorous activities. It took a full ten minutes to recover their senses, for the querulous looks of their unknowing friends was enough to start the hilarity all over again.
They resumed once again, however, with Jeff fucking Ella up the ass while the busy miss was blowing his friend. Herb was shoving his prick into her so fast that she practically vomited. He slowed down when he saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes crossed from the effort of swallowing his throbbing organ.
Jeff corn-holed her slowly, relishing every minute that his prick was ensheathed in the tender flesh. He cupped her big soft buttocks in his hands and squeezed them together to make the passage even tighter. It felt good to be able to go from one soft canal to another and every now and then he added a third by penetrating her dripping cunt.
Ella felt the approach of her orgasm. She slammed her body back into Jeff's so that her ass was grinding into his midsection. His prick went all the way into her and he manipulated her clitoris with his free hand until she was moaning with unslaked lust.
She screamed loudly and then achieved her release, shooting a stream of pussy juice that soaked her lover's balls and at the same time receiving an even larger shot of sperm in her gaping mouth. She took it all in greedily and wiggled her luscious ass until Jeff too was ready to come.
He dragged her body against his own, as if she were a glove he was masturbating with, and then filled her with cream. The frothing liquid soothed her aching tissues and soon ran out of her ass, trickled down her shapely thighs and formed a sticky puddle on the bare wood floor below her.
Joy was not a woman to be bested at her own game. She watched Ella jealously and then decided that if the teacher could service two men, she could take care of three. She gathered three of the studs around her, not even bothering to ask them their names, and told them that she would fuck them all together.
They were intrigued by the solution and asked her how she wanted to be fucked. She laid the first man flat on his back and sucked on his dick until it was hard and swollen. She wasted no time on him, sucking powerfully as if she would draw the skin off his rod and leave it raw and bleeding.
The other two were hard just from watching the nympho and she looked at them with satisfaction. She lowered her body onto the supine man and worked his rod into her tiny but experienced ass-hole. The second one squatted directly over the first, facing the lad's feet so that Joy could suck on his prick while his balls dangled in his friend's face.
The third fellow despaired of finding a vacancy, but Joy soon laid his fears to rest. She had him squat at the prone boy's feet so that he could stick his long prick directly into her stretched and gaping labia. The circle was thus completed and the three lovers moved their bodies in unison until they felt comfortable together.
Thereafter it was every man for himself. Joy felt that she would have to struggled to satisfy the three of them, but they were so horny that the mere feel of her clinging membranes was enough to drive them wild. She concentrated on the prick that was filling her mouth to capacity at first, but managed to give everybody an equal share of her attentions.
While Joy was thus busy, Cindy had been approached by a gang member named Elliot, a wiry youth who told her that he had trained as an acrobat. She asked if he had ever put his agility to sexual use and he told her that he would test her own adroitness if she wanted to try a new position.
Cindy was not the kind of a girl to refuse a challenge of any sort. She told him that she was pretty athletic herself and had never found a sexual position she couldn't master. Elliot looked at her and told her to get his cock good and hard. It took a lot of endurance to achieve this particular trick and he had to be as hard as iron.
He sat on the floor, with his back against the wall, and told her to squat over him, keeping all her weight on her heels. It was difficult and she could feel her thigh muscles straining to the breaking point. Then he instructed her what to do and she had to admit that it was indeed something out of the ordinary.
By lowering her weight carefully and precisely, Cindy could alternate between cunt and ass-hole. She lowered herself slowly until his prick was buried between her dripping labia and then raised herself once more. It was difficult, a great strain on her arms, which were pressed against the wall over her lover's shoulder, but she managed it without too much difficulty.
Then she dropped her body again and took the huge dick into her stretched out ass-hole. It fit in easily enough, but she found it difficult to maintain the position. She practiced slowly, but soon found the knack and was able to bounce up and down without inhibitions.
"Wow, that's really nice," Elliot told her, smiling at her through the sweat that veiled his handsome face. "You do that like a real professional."
"I told you I could," she answered proudly. "Just lie back and let old Cindy do the work. There's nothing I can't do. Stick around and
I'll prove it to you.
Elliot was quite content to do as she said, tired as he was from his exhausting day. She moved like a rabbit, jumping down on him so that his cock made slurping and popping noises as it left her orifices. If only there was a way to get her mouth into it, he thought, but there's plenty of time for a blow-job later. Cindy seemed like a girl who would take good care of her man.
The orgy lasted for hours and hours. When the motorcycle gang got tired and needed a rest, the members of the commune took over and serviced the insatiable girls. Joy and Ella continued their friendly competition for a while and ended by making it with each other. It was the only logical conclusion to their rivalry.
Joe and Larry were equally indefatigable, fucking every girl in the place and then working in tandem. They would roam around the room initiating group scenes and thrilling some of the girls with-their combined ministrations. A girl who could handle two cocks that size deserved to be proud of herself.
The Wild Angels were invited to stay for the night and accepted gladly. They were tired from their busy day of destroying the town and needed a few hours of sleep. Sleep was the last thing that they were likely to get that night, for the horny girls had no intention of letting them rest for even an hour.
The room became dark and they left the lights out, groping in the dark for new partners so that nobody knew whom he was fucking any more. It was a perfect arrangement, a sharing of communal flesh that thrilled their very souls. By the time the sun was rising to the heavens, they had fallen asleep and dreamed about the coming pleasures of the day to come. There were a few surprises to come as well, things nobody bothered to dream about.