The shadow of another beard blotted out whatever light the moon was providing through the half-open door. The second guy straddled me, sitting on my stomach. In a second he had his long, stiff cock lying between my tits, looking like a big, fat sausage between two billowy rolls.
I didn't have any doubt about what to do. I grabbed my tits and compressed them around his dick. When he started moving his prick in the classic fuck-motion, it must have seemed like heaven was jerking him off, my tits softer than any cunt.
I turned my nipples inward. They caught maddeningly at the sides of his dick, prickling at the indentation between the flange of his cock-head and his shaft.
Some pre-cum trickled from his knob, smearing itself along the path of his cock so the ride would be free and easy, as I marveled at the capacity of my body to adjust to any form of sex.
Now the guy whomping away between my legs was really going to town. Operating his cock like a jackhammer, he tore down the defenses of my cunt until I was coming like a whirlwind.
"Come in me!" I screamed. "Let me feel your jizz in my pussy!"
But before he could come, he was forced to adjust his fucking posture, missing several crucial strokes. That was because he was suddenly joined between my legs by two mouths, the licking tongues of the two other girls. They had somehow worked their faces in the space between his balls and the floor. Leaning over my parted legs, they draped themselves over my thighs and began eating.
Their target was my throbbing asshole. It must have been incredibly sweet-tasting with all the fresh pussy-juice that had been spilling in the area.
When they had licked my crack clean, they moved in on the gooey opening between my buns. The tips of both their tongues vied for the honor, with one persevering until she was inside my shitter, wiggling the tip of her tongue like a fish about to go upstream.
As the tongue inched up my ass, the other one slid to my cock-packed cunt. The girl agonizingly licked the union of the cock in my pussy, sending sparks shooting through my loins. When she worked her way up and around to my clit, I went wild, coming so much that the prick in my cunt was temporarily in danger of sliding out from so much orgasmic wetness.
Between my compressed tits the pumping cock was getting redder and redder. It was so hot it seemed to glow in the dark. I couldn't believe how alive my tits felt with a cock between them. It was almost as though I'd been blessed with an external, second cunt.
The cunt on my mouth swamped me with its flow. As its lips pressed hairily against the lips of my mouth, its juice spilled steadily down my throat, joining the male cum in the pit of my stomach.
At my mouth. At my tits. At my asshole. At my cunt. None of them ever stopped moving.
The cock in my cunt pumped like a piston, inexorably working up toward coming. It seemed bigger by the second.
In my asshole, the tongue had gouged at least two inches. Expanding itself, it filled my ass like the head of a cock.
My tits were being rubbed in by the prick between them. I was being fucked there as basically as if I were taking the cock in one of my standard holes.
The cunt sealing my mouth swamped me with female juice. Its steaming odor made me drunk with passion. Hips ground unceasingly in my face, the pussy movement never stopping.
"Oh, Jesus, I can't stand it!" I yelled. "Somebody come! Somebody come now! I've got to have jizz!"
The guy between my tits immediately accommodated me. His prick lurched and then it exploded. Cum spattered like rain on my tits. They were quickly covered with his milky slime.
I pressed my tits harder and harder against his dick, agitating the last drop of heavenly juice from its swollen tip. Spurt after spurt had drenched me. When he finally stopped, I was soaking wet from the neck down.
Just as the guy between my tits stopped creaming, the one filling my cunt with his dick let loose. A long steady stream of jizz blasted against the rear of my pussy. By the time he was through, it was spilling out between my legs, my cunt unable to hold it all.
The girl who'd been licking our fucking now began lapping up its results. I could hear her lips smacking as she wolfed the cum down. I closed my eyes and imagined how divine it must taste to her.
By now the whole van was filled with moaning and shrieking. The three other girls and I had been coming continually all along. With the two guys joining us there were six people getting their rocks off at once, every one of them connected to someone else.
The juices were flowing. The cocks were dribbling. The cunts were throbbing. The mouths were sucking. The tits were burning. The assholes were pulsing. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" somebody screamed. "Suck! Suck! Suck!" somebody answered. "Coooooommmmmme!" somebody cried between my thighs.
"Cock!"
"Cunt!"
"Tits!"
My God, we were going crazy, screaming every dirty thing we could think of as we came and came and came all aver the place.
"Jizz!"
"Pussy!"
"Prick!"
The whole universe seemed to be reduced to a jungle of cocks and pussies, sucking mouths, and squeezing tits. Six assholes pulsed in unison. Cum coated everything. Wetness was everywhere.
I slipped into unconsciousness like I was sliding down a greased pole into a pit of heavenly darkness, certain that the pole was actually just another long hard cock.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gloria, Marsha, Sabrina, Mark and Kevin turned out to be a small commune going west to join up with a larger commune.
"Oh, the little fish getting swallowed up by the bigger fish," I joked as the van moved towards the city and home. We were out of the desert, moving towards the suburbs.
"Well, sort of," Mark said. "But it's a necessity."
"Why?" I asked.
"Strength in numbers," Gloria said.
"I don't understand," I said.
"The establishment," Kevin said from behind the wheel.
"Like the cops?" I said, remembering how Lambert and Honeycutt had wanted to bust them just because they were hippies.
"Right on," Marsha said.
"They bust us every chance they get. We've gotten so we just expect it," Sabrina said.
"Wow, that must bug you," I sympathized. "It does," Kevin said. "That's why we're joining up with the bigger commune. The cops'll be less likely to bust us if there're a lot of us. I just hope we can make it there without being hassled."
I was thinking about whether to tell them how close they'd come last night, when I saw that it would be anticlimactic. In the rear-view mirror was a flashing blue light, joined within seconds by another.
"Aw, shit," Kevin hissed, "the fuckin' pigs. They'll tie us up for hours."
I shuddered at the thought of being manhandled by the Highway Patrol again. I was clothed now, in a granny dress one of the girls had loaned me, and we were on the outskirts of civilization, but I still dreaded it.
My rescuers must have noticed my nervousness. After a pause, Mark said, "Listen, Sherry, there's no use for you to be hassled along with us."
"No… that's all right," I said unconvincingly.
"No, we can see it's bugging you," Marsha said.
"Listen," Kevin said, "there's a truck stop a few hundred yards ahead. I'll speed up and pull in there and you can get out before the cops catch up with us. You jump out when we get there. If they ask, we'll tell them you went to the john."
"Go in the cafe," Mark said, "and you'll be able to get another ride."
"All right," I agreed as Kevin speeded up the van, racing towards the truck stop.
When we turned the corner, momentarily shielded from the cops, the van lurched to a stop. One of them opened the door and I scrambled out.
As they accelerated again, trying to leave me in safety behind a truck, I called, "What about the dress?"
"It's yours," Gloria's voice called back. "Peace."