I woke up in the back seat of a car. Looking down at my body, I saw I was no longer bare. Somebody had covered me with a blanket.
I looked forward, trying to see who was sitting in front. But I couldn't get a clear look. It was like there was a mesh between us. I squinted my eyes and shook my head, but it did no good. Then, when I reached out and touched it, I realized the mesh was no visual distortion at all. There was a grid between the front and back seats. I was sitting in the prisoner's portion of the Highway Patrol car.
"Lambert, Honeycutt… is that you up there?"
I called, remembering their names, hoping they had some fond memories of what had gone on back in the desert.
"Shut up, bitch!" I recognized Honeycutt's voice. "With that stuff you pulled back there after we apprehended you, we've got enough shit on you to put you away until your pussy's old and gray. Don't make it any worse on yourself by giving us any of your guff."
"Then you're taking me in?" I shouted incredulously. "Why?"
"Because we didn't want to shoot you," Honeycutt guffawed.
"Yeah, we're nice guys," Lambert laughed. "Just like Starsky and Hutch."
"But I don't want to go to jail!" I wailed.
"Don't worry," Honeycutt laughed. "You'll have a lot of nice company. The jailers, the deputies… maybe even a couple of local politicians."
I gagged with disgust.
"Maybe if you show you're real cooperative," Honeycutt leered, "we'll drop the charges and let you go on good behavior. After a couple of days in the slammer, of course. You know, the mayor in the town where we're taking you has been waiting for something like you ever since a little hippie girl we busted on a pot charge a couple of months ago. That's a long wait for somebody as horny and kinky as His Honor."
"Now, you might think it'll get a little cramped in that cell, what with all those visitors you're going to be having," Lambert said. "But, believe me, those cots are just the right size for fucking. I got a piece off that little hippie girl Honeycutt was just telling you about, and never missed a stroke."
I was about ready to vomit. I felt helpless to do anything. Throwing my head into my hands, I began to uncontrollably cry.
"Good idea, bitch," Honeycutt, who was driving, leaned over his shoulder and called back. "Get it all out of you. Nobody likes to fuck a weeper."
"Hey… hey, Honeycutt," Lambert said urgently, "get your eyes back on your driving. Something's up ahead. Slow down."
"I'll do better than that," Honeycutt said, switching on the spotlight and turning on the siren. "I'll freeze the assholes in their fucking tracks."
Suddenly all the appliances on the police car illuminated the desert in a fifty-foot radius. The barren emptiness was filled with the wail of the siren.
Just ahead of us, on the side of the road, was a parked VW van. The headlights of the patrol car had picked up the reflection of the taillights and orange safety tape on the rear bumper.
"What do you make of it, Honeycutt?" Lambert asked.
"Hippies. Goddamn hippies. Only longhairs ride around in those vans. They must be stoned or they'd have heard our siren and already be bitching at us about their Goddamn civil rights." He switched off the siren with a snort of disgust.
"Maybe they're out in the desert," Lambert said. "You know, camping, trying to cheat on motel bills. Maybe they just parked their bus here."
"Well, I ain't gonna go looking for 'em," Honeycutt said. "I've had enough action for one night. If those damn hippies want to hassle with us, they're gonna have to meet us halfway. Otherwise, fuck 'em, they're just like everybody else."
"Don't you want to just take a look?" Lambert said. "Might be somebody fucking inside. Maybe that's why they're lying low. He's got his cock inside her cunt and doesn't want to pull out before he comes."
"Yeeeaaaahhhh," Honeycutt agreed with guttural approval. "It'd be terrific police procedure to bust a hippie out of coming for fornicating in a public place. All right, I'm with you."
They both got out and ambled over to the VW van. Seeing my chance, I lunged for the door, hoping they'd been so cocky they hadn't taken the trouble to lock it. Miraculously it sprang open. My impetus carried me sailing out the door. Landing, I turned a somersault and came up on my feet. Shedding the cumbersome blanket, I began running, not worrying where I was going as long as it was away from Lambert and Honeycutt.
"Jesus, Lambert, the bitch got away!" I heard Honeycutt shout. "Didn't you lock the door?"
"I thought you did."
"Idiot!" Honeycutt screamed.
As they argued, I got farther and farther away from them, concealed by the dead of night. By the time I had to stop to get my breath, their voices were mere whispers to my cars because of the distance I had put between me and them.
I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but it sounded subdued and resigned. Like they were giving up. God, I dreaded the fate of the next attractive woman they picked up. They'd be twice as rough on her because of the humiliation of me getting away.
But I was free. The only question was free for what. As I heard the patrol car roar away, I realized that I was once again hopelessly lost.
Gradually I worked my way back towards the VW van. I was grateful it was there, even if it seemed abandoned. It gave me a key to the elusive highway and eventual escape from the desert.
Sliding up to it, I took a look inside. It was blank with darkness. There was no way I could tell whether anyone was in there or not. I was sure they'd had car trouble and had hitched a ride to get help. At least they'd been smart enough not to wait for the Highway Patrol.
I started to turn away, when I heard something. A long slurping sound. I looking down to me feet in horror, expecting to see a snake. But there was nothing but pavement.
When I heard it again, I looked up at the VW. That's where it seemed to be coming from.
I looked in the back panel again, but everything was still black. But the noise was becoming more frequent now, and was eventually joined by the muffled sound of hard breathing. Somebody… or something… was definitely inside. So wet and guttural had the noises become that I wondered if it wasn't a something. Some vicious animal kept by these peace-loving hippies to rip the guts out of anyone trying to rip off their van.
But Dobermans don't moan. And somebody was moaning inside the van. I was sure of it. It was a girl's voice.
But it was just whimpering and groaning, then it gradually achieved dimension. I thought I could begin to distinguish words. Unmindful, of the invasion of privacy I was committing, I cupped my ear and pressed against the window. Abruptly the words came to me clearly.
"Oh, my God!" the girl inside cried. "You're killing me!"
I flinched in terror. The desert seemed to have more sadistic men in it than the bowels of the city.
What should I do? My instinct told me to split and worry about getting a ride from somebody else. But my conscience told me I had to do something. A girl was getting murdered in there.
"You want it, bitch," the deep voice of a guy abruptly filled the air. "You know you want it."
"Yes, yes, I do!" she astonishingly replied. "Deeper! Twist it in deeper!"
God, was it a suicide pact I'd stumbled onto? I was never traveling by desert again.
I couldn't take the time to decide what was going on. All I knew was that there was a possibility that another human being's life was in danger, and it was my moral duty to do something about it. I ran around to the side door and prepared to claw my way in.
It was locked. Grappling furiously with it, I suddenly stopped, the resumption of their voices stilling my hand.
"Oh, Jesus, I love your big cock inside me," the girl moaned. "Come in me… come in me while you're all the way in my cunt to your balls."
"I'm coming… I'm coming!" he cried.
"Come in me… come in me! Fill my cunt with your cum!" she answered as if they were calling to each other across a canyon.
The cops were right. Somebody was fucking in there!
"Yeeeeoooow!" he screamed primally and I could just see the explosion of hot jizz spurting from the end of his cock.
"Unh! Unnhh! Unnnnhhhhh!" She came along with him, moaning orgasmically as I heard their bodies bump on the floor boards.
When they were finally finished and silence returned, I realized what I had been doing. Even though I'd actually see nothing, I was the same as a Peeping Tom, a disgusting voyeur.
Burning with instant shame, I turned and walked away from the VW. I'd sit and watch from a distance, and when they came out, I'd ask them for a ride. And I felt ashamed about going even that far after what I had done.
Sitting on a dune about, twenty-five feet from the van, I tried to forget about what I'd heard.
However, the more I tried to forget, the more I wondered what had riveted me to the van after I knew what was going on. What perverse force inside me had made me do such a disgusting thing?
Unfortunately, the more I heaped on the guilt, the more vivid the memory of the sounds inside the van became. Gradually they seemed to fill the night. Incongruously, my ears perceived the desert air as resonating with the slurpings of a cock going in and out of a cunt and the moans of people fucking.
I hadn't been able to see a thing when the incident had actually occurred. But now my imagination was taking over where my eyes had failed. Images of people fucking began to eclipse the terrain of reality. The desert was temporarily gone as a vision of a hairy cunt being split by an enormous pink cock swamped my perceptions.
At the sides of the immense phantom cock, bubbles of thick moisture oozed from its juicy sealing with the pussy. Thick cunt-lips pulled in and out with the sliding dick. Firm thighs quivered.
"Unh! Unnhh! Unnnnhhh!" I could hear a woman coming all over again.
Only this time the sound was coming from my own throat.
As I felt spasms of excruciating delight sweep through my body, I looked instinctively between my legs. Incredibly, my hand was buried inside my cunt, all my fingers swallowed by my pussy-lips.
I'd turned myself on so much that I'd made myself come without even realizing what I was doing. My cunt was like a hemorrhaging wound.
What was wrong with me? I shook my head and forced myself to think. I had to get a grip on myself. I'd had so much sex in the couple of days since I'd left home that I couldn't seem to concentrate on anything else. I had to cut it out or I'd never get back home and into Phil's arms.
But what was I going to do about my sopping pussy in the meantime? For starters I pulled away my hand.
It was dripping. The slime of pussy-juice disfigured every finger. My hand looked like it was melting.
I wanted to shake it off. But I couldn't make myself do it. Flinging my arm out to shake off the pussy-juice, suddenly my mouth seemed to act like a magnet on my fingers.
My hand flew to my mouth. I abruptly satisfied my unquenchable hunger for my own juices, lapping the succulent pussy-flow off my fingers as though I were dying of thirst. It gurgled down my throat as soft and sweet as liquid velvet.
Intoxicated by the taste of my own pussy, all my inhibitions crumbled. Both hands were at my cunt now. Ten fingers fought each other for the honor of slipping inside my sucking pussy.
But however many of them wriggled in there, my fingers weren't enough to satisfy my smoldering cunt. Finger-fucking myself with as many digits as I could stuff in, I waddled drippingly towards the VW. I knew the only thing that could satisfy me was inside that van.
Voices had started inside again. I listened hornily as I gouged my cunt.
"Come! Came!" one of them way saying. "Fill me up with your hot jizz."
A girl.
"Harder! Deeper! Come, come, come!"
But was it the same girl?
"Stick your finger in my asshole," a guy said. "Ream me out and I'll come."
The same guy? How could he be coming again so soon?
"No, no! Pull out and come in my mouth. I've been left out so far."
Another's girl's voice!
"Don't worry Marsha, I'll give you something," a girl said. It was the first girl. The first voice. There were three of them in there. And two guys. An orgy!
"Yes, yes, eat my pussy!" Marsha said, accepting the other girl's offer.
I could just visualize the one girl licking the other's cunt. And beside them, a cock reaming out somebody else's pussy. Another guy lying exhausted, his spent cock dribbling sobs of residual cum from having already fucked.
"Oh, that feels so good!" the one who was now getting her cunt lapped groaned. "Stick your tongue on my clit. Tease me, Gloria. Tease me!"
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
"Oh, God, Gloria, your tongue is better than any cock! Eat me down to the core. Sink your teeth into my cunt!"
Chomp. Lick. Gurgle.
"My finger's in your ass!" the girl getting fucked screamed. "Now come, you sonofabitchin, come! Fill my pussy with your hot jizz until it runs out!"
"God, I'm trying," her partner moaned. "My cock feels like it's going to burst. Stick another finger in my ass. Keep finger-fucking me in the ass until I come."
"What's happening?" the recognizable voice of the guy who'd come when I'd listened the first time said.
What was happening was that I was sensually berserk. Even my tightly clenched fist pumping in and out of my cunt wasn't enough to satisfy the fire within me. I felt like the girl inside who'd complained she'd been left out. She got a pussy-licking out of it… and in my crazed lust I expected a lot more.
The strength generated by my sensuality was overpowering. The lock on the door snapped like a rusty pin under my twisting grip. Throwing the door open, my eyes bugged out at what I saw, my mouth watering and my pussy burning.
It was just like I'd counted on. There were two guys' and three girls… all of them naked, and all of them beautiful. They were all big and firm, not an ounce of fat on them. I couldn't get a good glimpse of the pricks at first, but I could see that the three cunts were absolutely gorgeous.
Never before had I been so struck by the thrilling beauty of a cunt. Even through the darkness I could see their wet… and redness… and hairiness. They were each drooling. One with a hot, stiff ejaculating dick crammed up it. Another with a lancing tongue licking it. The third, spread and open, dripping the milky sperm that had been shot into it.
My own pussy blazed like an ember between my legs. Responding to my first concrete stimulus, all of a sudden my only desire in the world was to have my cunt pressed against another woman's crotch. I wanted to feel our pussy-lips rubbing together. Our clits jabbing maddeningly together. Our cunt-flow mixing. Our pussy hair intertwining.
Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! my brain screamed. I dove into the mass of naked humanity in the van, drooling at both ends.
My lunge threw me between the two lovemaking girls. Slipping between them like a piece of lunchmeat in a sandwich, I suddenly felt the mouth that must have been licking the cunt of the girl below me now lapping mine. Underneath me, a pussy matted against my ass, tickling up my crack. Tits squashed against my shoulder blades.
There was no shock. It was as though they expected me. As an acrid smell filled my nostrils, I recognized marijuana smoke. They were all stoned out of their minds.
The mouth at my cunt bathed my box with hot drooling spit. The tongue explored every nook and cranny. From the top of my cunt to the rim of my asshole I was licked, my body transformed into a quivering mass.
The girl beneath me began to get in on the action also, to my total joy. Putting her hand between our bodies, she spread the cheeks of my ass, snuggling her cunt flush to my bung-hole. First her pussy hair tickled my sensitive ass ridges, and then I could feel the warmth and wetness of her cunt-lips. They sucked at my ass, like we were sharing a deep kiss.
She kept moving, working her cunt deeper and deeper into the furrow of my ass. Her pussy-lips slid back and forth against my pulsing shitter, setting up a delicious friction that drove me wild. Her cunt-juice slicked my ass until I was soaking wet underneath.
The she maneuvered down enough to do the impossible. Incredibly her stiff little clit penetrated my asshole, sticking inside at least an inch. I clenched my butt sphincter, seizing the tiny spike so I would never have to let it go. It chafed maddeningly inside the tight mouth of my delicate rosebud.
At my cunt, the tongue had now also penetrated. When it was three inches within me, I went wild with coming. Rolling my arms and moaning, I blindly groped for any further turn-on.
I was rewarded when my fingers grasped the cock that had been going in and out of the third girl's pussy all this time.
"Ooooh!" the girl was moaning, obviously coming. Her partner was still pumping, still having failed to shoot his wad.
"Come! Come, you bastard!" the girl screamed as I fondled the union of his cock with her cunt.
I could feel the prick tense in my grip and knew what was next. In the split-second before it could erupt I impulsively tugged it from the cunt it was fucking. Before I knew it, I miraculously had it in my mouth, and it was spurting an ocean of sperm down my throat.
I threw my hand over the cunt I had been forced to deny. It was like putting my fingers on fire. The girl was coming like mad. She had to have something push the final buttons in her pussy or she'd never stop.
I eagerly grasped the puffy folds of her pussy, marveling at its wetness. It was like sticking my hand into a pot of honey that had been simmering on the stove.
Her pussy was so open from the fucking it had been taking that it easily accepted as many fingers as I wanted to cram into it. First two… then… four… my whole hand, knotted into a fist. Surging inward like the merciless head of an enormous vengeful cock.
"Oh, God, this is better!" the girl I was fist-fucking cried. "This is better than any cock! Fist fuck me, fist-fuck me, whoever you are! I'm coming, coming, cooommiinnggg!"
And so was I. My heart was beating a mile a minute. My tits were throbbing. My cunt was on fire.
The dick in my mouth had stopped spurting now, but there was still plenty of jizz to swallow. I gagged it down, loving every syrupy glob. Sperm coated my stomach.
Although it had stopped coming, I couldn't stop licking the mystery prick. It had a huge heart-shaped head with a hard flange that twisted like the end of an enormous drill.
Cupped in my fingers, his balls were huge and hairy. After he'd finished coming, they tried to go slack, but I wouldn't let them. Squeezing them harder and harder I tried to pump them up for an impossible second load of sperm within minutes.
"Hey, man, what's happening?" the voice of the guy I'd first heard outside said sleepily.
"We're fucking, fucking, fucking," the chick underneath me answered.
"And sucking, sucking, sucking," the one between my legs moaned up from my cunt.
"And coming, coming, coming," the girl I was fist-fucking crooned.
"I can hear, believe me, I can hear," the guy said. "But I think I hear an extra slurp. An extra chick, maybe."
"You do," the girl beneath me said.
"Right on," the guy said, accepting my unexplained presence just like that. "Just shows you what good things'll happen to you if you just smoke enough grass. Mind if I go through the line again for seconds?"
He didn't even ask who I was, whether I had a name, or anything. He accepted me without question. It was a groovy, warm feeling.
I'd put down hippies as much as anybody else, but now I saw how wrong I'd been. With all the animals roaming around these days, they were a revelation. I felt overwhelmed by their warmth and kindness. By the sheer love they generated. Naturally I wanted to return their kindness by fucking and sucking all five of them to the hilt.
I could see now that both the guys were long-haired and bearded, their nude bodies slim and muscular. Their dicks were both huge.
The girls all had hair down to their waists, athletic slim bodies, and high firm tits. They had over-all tans. And between their legs they had the hairiest, juiciest, openest pussies I'd ever seen.
We were in a free-for-all. The first guy jumped onto the human pile and it collapsed. All of a sudden, wet pussies and stiff dicks were flying around everyplace, my tits being battered by the two super-firm hard-ons. The stink of sex filled the van, the scent of steaming cunt-juice blending intoxicatingly with the musk of spent cum and sweaty crotches and balls.
When I stopped tumbling, I wound up pinned on my back by one of the guys. I couldn't tell which one he was. They both looked alike to me with their long hair and beards – like the Smith Bros on the cough-drop boxes.
As if I cared. In company like I was in, a stiff cock was a stiff cock – and I had one of the stiffest rubbing its head against my rubbery cunt-lips.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" I begged. "Shove it in to your balls!"
He immediately obliged. His cock-head ripped through my pussy-lips, surging eight inches up my greasy fuck-canal in one thrust.
His dick felt fantastic inside me, so naturally I wanted even more. I wiggled my ass, expertly screwing my cunt on his cock until his meat was packed in to the absolute hilt.
Squashing tightly against the bottom of my pussy, his balls churned with a new load of sperm. I couldn't wait.
I cupped my hands around his balls, doing everything I could to speed the coming process. One finger straightened and tickled the hair on the way to his asshole. Finally, I reached up to touch the puckered rosebud, feeling his bung bulge against my fingertip.
Now, at my face, a gooey pussy slowly slid down my forehead. It left a trail like a giant snail a it oozed down towards my mouth, filling my nostrils with its lush scent.
The twat hair tickled in my nose as at last she reached my open lips. My mouth sealed her sopping cunt with a deep soul-kiss, my tongue shooting into juicy crack all the way to the root.
"Oh, God," she moaned in a voice that could have been any one of the three girls, "suck my pussy. Suck it, suck it, suck it! Suck it until I can't come any more!"
I swished my shooting tongue around in her cunt in a wide arc, tenderly scraping her pussy-walls. By the way she spasmed, I knew I was biting all the right spots.
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.