Dave looked down. All he saw was long brown hair and for a moment he thought it was his sister sucking on his cock-and then the realization came to him-he had to forget whether it was a man or woman-the fact of the matter was that it was a blow job, and a good one at that. Dave relaxed and let Russell's expert lips go to work. He leaned back, glanced at his wife who was watching him in fascination as she rubbed her hands in her pussy, and gave himself up to the pleasure that was building from his loins.
Carol knelt above Jerri's head and pulled the girl's crotch to her face. Jerri spread her long slender legs in the air as Carol's lips sucked hungrily at her pussy, and then, pulling her body even farther off the ground, at her anus.
Carol spread her legs and let her cunt sink once again to Jerri's lips and she felt the girl's tongue immediately seek out the hard nub of her clitoris and her entire body was at once inflamed in passion. She clasped her body to Jerri's again and held the girl's ass tightly with her hands. They began to roll on the floor even more wildly than before.
Tracey watched, frantically rubbing her own clitoris as the girls moaned in the middle of the floor, and on the other side of the room her husband was being sucked off by the handsome boy with the long hair. She spread her legs over the arms of the chair as her pussy grew moist once again and she could feel her climax approaching.
Russell kept up his steady movements on Dave's thick cock until he could feel the guy getting ready to shoot. He grasped Dave's balls in his hand and rubbed them and then pulled his hand away and returned it to his own cock and began to masturbate as he sucked furiously on the swollen cock. In a moment Dave let out a loud moan and sank back to the floor. Russell shoved his mouth onto the cock with such force that he hurt his upper lip as his teeth hit his lip when his face came into contact with the boy's groin.
Hot spurts of cum filled his mouth and he had to swallow quickly to keep from choking. Dave moaned as he felt the jets of cum spurt from his cock into the sucking hard mouth of the hippie. Russell sucked and swallowed until there was no semen left, and Dave just lay on his back, exhausted.
In a minute, Russell brought his own penis to orgasm, with Dave's cock still in his mouth. He sucked hard on the shrinking organ as he felt his own release between his legs. His semen shot all over his body, on his chest, his stomach, his hairy legs, and some dribbled down over his heavy balls. As soon as it was over, he pulled his head from the boy's cock and lay on the floor next to him. Dave reached over and touched Russell on the head, his way of thanking him for what he had just done.
Jerri's juices had been flowing down over Carol's lips ever since they had started sucking each other, but now each of them was at the pinnacle of her excitement, and they grabbed at each other's bodies without a sound as each tasted the other's feminine love liquid. In a moment, they fell apart and lay back on the floor, too tired to move.
Tracey, too, could hardly move. She let her feet fall from the arms of the chair to the floor and closed her eyes tight, feeling good inside, as if she had just learned something altogether new and valuable. Perhaps she had. They all had.
Chapter 5
Freedom was the key word to the way of life on the ranch. Sexual freedom, especially, was common practice. Sex did not rule their lives, but it was a wonderful gift that they shared often, in various and sometimes unique ways. Although Tracey and Dave slept alone, and often had sex alone, they shared their bodies with all the others, and whatever jealousies and differences were had at first, soon disappeared.
They planted a garden and raised and cooked their own vegetables, ate a great deal of health foods, and smoked a lot of grass. They fixed up the main barn and then bought some chickens and ducks and finally a few horses, which they rode through the hills of the canyon. The ranch was rapidly becoming a beautiful place. Tracey made new curtains for all the windows and fixed up the kitchen and the bedrooms into warm, comfortable rooms. Everyone joined in, life together was made up of hard work, sharing thoughts and ideas, sharing food and sex together, and getting plenty of rest.
But Jerri and Dave were constantly being hounded by their parents. Letter after letter arrived begging them to stop their" foolishness" and to return home.
"I wouldn't be so mad," Jerri said to Dave after reading a recent letter from her mother," if they wanted us there for the right reasons! They want me to have a career so Mother can talk and brag about it at her bridge club. And Dad just wants you to take over that stupid supermarket when he retires. He's afraid to hand it over to anyone but his son!"
"Jerri, take it easy. Look, we can't give up, we just have to keep on living like we do and hoping that will convince them," Dave said, leaning against the mailbox at the front of the yard.
"I kinda miss them, don't you? It's been months now. We've never been separated that long."
"Sure I miss them," Dave said. "Hell, I've lived with them my entire life-till I came here. Sure I miss them!"
Jerri shrugged. "Maybe they'll never understand."
"Maybe," her brother answered sadly.
Jerri paused for a moment and then looked into her brother's eyes. "I'll never go back, never."
Dave nodded. "Neither will I. This is where it's at."
They turned and started back to the house just as Tracey rang the breakfast bell. But just as they started walking up the drive, they heard the sound of a car approaching. They stopped and looked back down the road leading around the hillside to see a large white car approaching.
"Who the hell can that be?" Jerri said.
"None of our friends have a car like that!" Dave replied, watching the approaching automobile closely.
The car came to a halt and as soon as the dust died down, they saw a good-looking man approaching them. He was dressed in a business suit and had dark sunglasses on his face. Jerri immediately guessed that he was about thirty years old. She had never seen him before.
"Hi," the man called.
"Hi," Dave retorted as the man approached.
"I'm Les Bernheimer, from Feminine Image magazine."
"Oh, fuck," Jerri said.
"Now wait, Jerri, I'm only here to do a story on your new life…"
Jerry was angry. "How the hell did you find me?"
"Your parents gave me the directions…"
"MY parents? Look, why don't you just get back in that car and go interview them on their life? I'm done giving interviews and all that shit. "Jerri turned and started back to the house. Dave looked at the man and shrugged and joined his sister.
Jerri slammed the door of the house after she and her brother had entered. "Dammit! I thought they'd never find me out here. I thought they'd never care!"
"Carol," Dave said, entering the kitchen," you'd better give Jerri a nice pill today."
"What's wrong?" Carol asked, setting a glass of grapefruit juice in front of Jerri.
"Some freak from Feminine Image was here wanting to do a story on me!"
"God, are we going into that again?" Carol said.
Tracey and Russell entered the room.
"Morning," Tracey said to everyone, kissing Dave on his cheek.
"What's all the yelling about?" Russell asked.
"Never mind, it's not important," Jerri said, taking a gulp of juice.
Everyone sat at the table. Tracey and Carol served blueberry pancakes and syrup and bacon.
"You know, I can't believe he came all this way just to do a story on you. Are you still making headlines back there?" Carol asked.