This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.
Copyright 2004
The Commune
Last night, I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I looked in the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table, to see if there is any significance to this particular night time vision. It seems a dream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that has happened in the past weeks, I am not surprised.

He did try and sorta warn me but I paid it no heed. I was on an adventure. School was over for six weeks and I wanted to tour England on my own. Disregarding my parent's objections, I set off from my Northumberland village home with a small rucsac and my credit and Youth Hostel cards and headed for the A1 southbound. Dressed eyecatchingly in shorts and my new, in-fashion, flowered blouse, I quickly got a lift to Scotch Corner and another to Doncaster with elderly truck drivers but then the rain came and I was forced to wear my drab waterproof cape. It was mid afternoon before the van pulled up. "Where to?" the hippie looking lad driving asked.
"South out of this rain." He grinned and wolf-whistled when I tossed my cape and rucsac into the back of the van.
We chatted non-stop but he never mentioned where he lived until about six when he said, "I turn off here and head into the wilds of Lincolnshire. I can drop you off in the village or you can come to the commune and stay there." With the windscreen wipers going full blast, there was no way I wanted to get out of the van but when I agreed to stay Mickey went on. "I should warn you that it is a love cult commune Brenda. You'll need to drop your knickers and open your legs if you know my meaning." I knew he'd been eyeing my thighs all afternoon so I wasn't too concerned. In fact I rather fancied him.
"I'm sixteen and on the pill," I replied and daringly put my hand on his crotch, "I'm not a virgin." I wasn't very experienced then but I certainly learned fast.
"You're sure. There will be others..." I nodded, hearing the rain pounding on the cab roof.
The commune turned out to be an ex-World War II RAF control tower on a disused airfield, now a farm. Mickey gripped my hand and led me into the ground floor room that served as a combined kitchen, dining room and lounge. A well built, bare breasted woman in her mid thirties cheerfully greeted us. "You're late today Mickey, we've almost finished. Did the young lady hold you up?"
"No ma'am, it was the weather. I think the storm followed us here. May I introduce Brenda or Bren as she likes to be called. I picked her up earlier in the afternoon. Bren, this is Lady Patricia. She's the head of our commune and rules us with a rod of iron or should I say with a rubber paddle."
"And you'll be on the list for the paddle if you're not careful laddie." Lady Patricia laughed and kissed me fully on the mouth and then hugged me so my face was in her ample tits. "Did he tell you what sort of commune this is Bren?" she asked.
"Not really, except it was a love cult and I would have to drop my knickers."
"Well if you are only staying one night, that is about all you'll need to do but I guess more than Mickey will want to get their cock inside you, even then you won't be raped. They like a fresh piece of cunt." I was a little surprised at the crude language but she continued. "However, if you find you would like to stay then you'll have to work and be subject to the same rules and discipline as the rest. I hope you'll stay, it'll even the numbers again." She introduced me to the other ten young people sitting around the meal table. Everyone made me welcome but almost immediately I forgot their names, distracted by their dress. At first I only noticed the shirts. All were either completely unbuttoned or nearly so to reveal manly chests and braless female bosoms. As they stood to be introduced I was shocked to see the men and women wore shorts held up with colourful braces, or suspenders as Lesley with her American accent, insisted on calling them. Without braces the shorts would have fallen to the floor because the top button and zips were undone. Several of the men proudly displayed their erections. I know I blushed but I could also feel myself becoming a little wet. I was greeted with more kisses and little feels between my legs until Lady Patricia called a halt, "Mickey show her where to wash and piss and then get yourselves down here for some dinner."
The washroom was a relict from the men's wartime ablutions with door-less toilets and urinals at one end, a row of washbasins along a wall and open showers at the other end. Mickey immediately used the urinal and seeing me hesitate said, "After a couple of days, you won't worry about anyone seeing you pee." I wasn't sure I would stay that long. Everyone seemed friendly, but I felt shy about the open display of body parts I normally kept covered. It all seemed very slutty. Mickey opened his shirt and flies before we returned to the kitchen and I guessed I would have to do the same if I stayed.
Our meal was simple but pleasing although they'd had to stretch it a little because they'd only saved enough for Mickey. Several remained sitting at the table and chatted mainly finding out where I came from and my plans. As if I had any at that time. Doreen unashamedly asked how often I had been fucked and when I blushed and stuttered one boy had sex with me three times, she laughed and said they would at least triple my score by morning. Mickey took me to the sink and asked me help him do out dishes. "We all try and do our bit to make life easier for everyone," he said. "It's not all sex." We finished and went to the lounge part. The lounge had six divan beds that served as couches, arranged in a hexagon around a central table. "Looks like someone is to be disciplined tonight," Mickey whispered. Lady Patricia, I was told always to give her the full title although she wasn't really an aristocrat, stood in the centre. On the table lay what looked like a stout rubber fly swatter or a table tennis bat with a long handle. Two of the group stood to one side while most of the others had paired off and were openly cuddling and intimately fondling each other. We sat on a divan alongside Erica who was feeding a breast to Nigel. All activity stopped when Lady Patricia spoke.
"Boys and girls, as you know we have to have a few rules to keep this commune running smoothly. When people break these rules or do not do their work properly as Sally and David failed to do this morning, then we resort to good old-fashioned punishment with the paddle. For our newcomer, I would point out that this is not severe and their bums will only smart for a day or so but it does serve to remind people of their obligations. Sally and David you will get three apiece on each cheek in front of you all. Please assume the punishment position."
The miscreants dropped their shorts and bent over either end of the table and lying flat on the surface, tightly gripped each other's arms just above the elbow. I noticed David had an erection and Sally eyes were streaming tears as they lay with their arses over the ends, nicely positioned to receive the paddle. Mickey took my hand and put it around his prick and I felt his hand feel its way inside my shorts. "One of the rules is for no underwear or bras," he whispered as his hand found my knickers. "If you stay, remember that because that paddle hurts like hell as you will see." I could feel Mickey's prick stiffen in my hand and knew it was bigger than my ex-boyfriend's but I wasn't afraid and the atmosphere had already made me horny.
The sound of Lady Patricia bringing the paddle crashing down on Sally's bottom caught my attention. The poor girl tried to stifle a cry but couldn't and David had to hold her arms firmly to prevent her standing. It was then his bottom's turn to take a swat and he let out a groan. Sally's other bum cheek resounded to the next stroke and again she cried. I watched transfixed by what was happening and wondered how her ladyship could say this wasn't a severe punishment but kept quiet while she delivered the remaining strokes. Seeing the two naked bums being punished and feeling Mickey's fingers stroke my clit aroused me more than I had ever been in my life. Both victims yelled with each wallop and were sobbing at the finish. Lady Patricia cuddled each in turn and they thanked her and ceremonially kissed her tits. We all gave the pair a cuddle too before cream was applied to their tender flesh. "Whatever they did wrong is now forgiven and forgotten," Mickey told me.
I was feeling very horny from hugging the two and from Mickey's earlier ministrations so didn't object when he pushed my shorts and knickers down and inserted his prick into my waiting cunt. Somehow my mind shut out the fact that I was being watched. "Nice and tight and very juicy," Mickey laughed as he kissed me and fucked. His prick seemed to attack the inside of my vagina from all angles and soon I experienced the most massive climax of my life. Still he pumped away and I came a second time before her spurted in me. It was only when I cried out with pleasure that I noticed Nigel and Martin standing alongside watching and waiting for Mickey to finish. For a few moments Mickey's body covered my blushes but then he withdrew and licked my cunt clean before offering his prick to my mouth. His tongue had kept me aroused and I sensed I had to suck it, which I did. At the same time I felt Nigel enter my well-lubricated hole and start fucking me. By that time I was past caring that I was having sex in front of others and responded with abandon to his thrusts. Across from me I could see other couples copulating and Doreen and Sally sixty-nining. Before going to bed that night, I'd had four different cocks in me and tasted three of the girls, two of whose cunts had sperm in them. "Had I become a slut in a very short space of time?" I wondered. Through my erotic haze I thought, "If this is love, count me in." My cunt was tender but I was happy when Mickey led me to the bedroom. It certainly promised to be a very different holiday to what I planned.
The bedroom was in the observation room at the top of the tower. Windows all round. No curtains but only helicopter pilots would be able to see in because the surrounding land was very flat and the nearest building half a mile away. Inside were four king-size divan beds. "Four beds for thirteen people?" I queried.
"Two couples get to sleep in their own bed," Mickey replied, "And four have to share. It's my turn to share tonight. Lady Patricia has her own room on the floor below and usually takes one of the boys or girls in with her." I was given a locker to put my stuff in and then went to the ablutions room for a clean up. Almost all the others were there and no one seemed to worry about seeing each other naked and performing natural body functions, and showering. Mickey pulled me into a shower and we lovingly washed each other.
Doreen partnered us in bed as Jack, who would have been with her, was with Lady Patricia. She gave Mickey a cuddle and felt his cock, which made me a bit jealous. She saw this and gave me a hug. "Don't be jealous Bren, I've known him far longer than you and had his cock in me many times. On this commune we all share. Even those with semi-permanent relationships give their partners to others. That's what free loving is all about. Everyone loves everyone else. I guess you're a bit sore and you've been fucked four times in a row so under our rules you can refuse him and anyone else until morning if you wish." I was still uncertain but when Mickey touched my slit I realised how sore I was and said nothing when he fucked Doreen. She cuddled and kissed me afterwards which I found most enjoyable and I responded by sucking her tits. "You could have asked him to do it in your bum, you know Bren, but I don't know if you're ready for that yet."
"Now you tell me," I laughed, "You've exhausted him." Again I wondered how I could have become so much of a whore is so short a time. Maybe I was all along and didn't know it.
In the next bed, I could see David and Sally shagging despite their sore arses. Next morning Sally told me when I asked, "Yes the paddle hurts like hell when she hits us but it fades off a bit after a few hours and leaves us horny. We'll still feel it when we sit for a few days though. It's better than a long drawn out series of extra chores or verbal abuse. It's quick and when it's over no more is said about it."
Sometime in the night Doreen moved out and Nigel and Erica moved in. I pretended to be asleep and they only snogged for a bit until they fell asleep. I woke early unused to the bed and sleeping with others and because of the dawn light coming in through the huge windows. I remember standing and admiring the beauty of the red sun rising over the mist-covered farmland. I needed to pee and managed to get to the loo but on the way back Martin grabbed me and pulled me in alongside Lesley and waking her and John and Karen. "How are ya'll enjoying our lifestyle?" Lesley whispered.
"So far I've nothing against it but it's all so very new. One night might be okay but I'm not sure how I'll feel if I stayed for a while."
I felt Martin's hard prick against my thighs as he opened my legs and I gave a little wince as it pushed its way inside. "Sorry Bren," he murmured, "I'll take it easy." He did and after the initial pain went I enjoyed it. Lesley didn't seem to mind and when she'd cleaned his cock, she asked to be allowed to clean me. As soon as her head was buried in my snatch, Martin swung her round so her shaved cunt was at my lips and I felt obliged to service her. It was my first real lesbian experience.
A bell rang loudly and I thought it was the rising bell but Erica said, "That's for the breakfast workers. We get another half hour in bed but as most are now awake that's a half hour of loving." I was surprised when she turned and knelt with her bum in the air and pulled her cheeks apart. Nigel tongued her arsehole and then pushed his prick in. Erica groaned a bit but then seemed to relax.
"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked.
"A little at first but it feels great now. I started my period and while there is no taboo on fucking a menses cunt, it tends to make a mess on the sheets so we avoid doing it in bed in deference to those on laundry duty. A girl's body has to be available whether or not she is bleeding." I hadn't considered that and my period was due in about a week.

With nine of us trying to use the ablutions after the second bell went, there was a great deal of good humoured banter and pushing to claim a sink or a loo. All the 'good mornings' were accompanied by a naked body hug and a real kiss. I decided to conform to the dress code left off my bra and knickers. Karen said she had a spare pair of braces, which caused some merriment from the others and I soon found out why. They were fluorescent orange and caused the usual remarks about my supplying sunglasses but it was all in good humour.
Lady Patricia spoke to me at breakfast so all could hear. "Your dress Brenda, would suggest that you have decided to join us."
"Yes, ma'am, if you'll have me."
"You should realise by now this isn't just a commune for sluts who want sex and more sex. We are a loving community and that means much more than just fucking. You have to give love as well as receive it. If you can make someone happy by allowing a girl to make love to your boyfriend or by giving your body to someone you are not keen on, then that is the essence of our love relationship. You may have begun to get some feeling for that last night. Is that so." I nodded. "Once you finally decide to become one of us for however limited a period, you will be subject to the work schedules and disciplines we feel are necessary to keep our community solvent and running smoothly. You saw how we discipline wayward members last night. That doesn't occur too often but if necessary you will be dealt with in that way. Now I am going to ask you to assist Karen with laundry duty but if in the next hour or so you decide to leave, one of us will drive you to Houghton where you can get a bus to Grantham and back on to the A1."
"I'd like to stay for a few days at least ma'am, maybe until the end of my holiday, then I must return to go to college."
Gradually over the next few days I got more and more into the loving way of life. Not all the work was pleasant, some jobs like digging out the chicken shit from the hen house were unpleasant but these were balanced against flower arranging and a trip to Grantham to get supplies. Most of the money came from a packaging job for a local firm that Mickey then delivered. One day a week I was 'off duty' all day and went with him so I could send a postcard home from the delivery town to set my parents minds at rest. In the evenings I became quite adept at grabbing whichever boy I fancied and having him shag me. Mainly though I preferred Mickey and began to think of him as being my boyfriend but he wasn't always available so anyone performed. Usually I managed to get at least three good fucks in an evening. I soon found out why the boys could pleasure us so well. Lady Patricia tutored them, sometimes with her own body but often on one of the girls and in front of everyone.
I think it was my third evening there and Jack, one of the newer boys, was poking me quite nicely but it was nothing special by the standard of the others. When her ladyship came by she smacked his bum with her bare hand and proceeded to tutor him in ways of varying his angle and depth of thrust. I only partly took in what she was saying until she started instructing me on how to respond to him. After that I had a whale of a fuck. As they say, it takes two to tango.
My period came at the start of my second week and I wondered what it would be like to have my arse fucked. I had now seen Erica and Lesley take it that way and also Nigel and Martin would do it to each other. At first I was a little disgusted at seeing boys buggering each other but then I thought it wasn't much different to what I had done with other girls. Afterwards I was more concerned with the fact the boy's hard-ons were not being used to pleasure us girls but that was a selfish thought and not in keeping with the commune ideals.
Mickey saw the Tampon and asked, "Do you want to do it on a towel or try it in your bum hole?" I was unsure but he said he'd love to be the first to bum hole me so I let him after he promised to go gently and to use some lubrication. Perhaps Mickey wasn't the wisest choice for my first time as he had the biggest cock by a small margin but I loved and trusted him. He was as good as his word. Watched by most of the others, he put Vaseline in my hole and on his cock and then gradually worked it in. I cried out at first but Martin held my shoulders so I couldn't go far but once it had got past my sphincter muscles it became easier and towards the end I began to enjoy it. Martin took a turn and then Nigel and I was able to climax with both of them. Perhaps their homosexual activity helped.
The day came of course when the rebellious nature that had made me defy my family and go on holiday alone, came to the fore. In my third week at the commune I rebelled against a particularly irksome job. We had two large chicken houses and I had cleaned one on the Tuesday and Lesley was scheduled to do the other the following day. Unfortunately she slipped on the stairs and badly sprained her wrist and the hospital bandaged it and put her arm in a sling. Unluckily for me this coincided with the boys taking advantage of the fine weather to do some essential if slightly dangerous repairs to the control tower. Sally and Erica were helping too and Karen and Doreen were already cooking so Lady Patricia apologised and asked me to do the second chicken shed. I actually liked looking after the hens, feeding them, collecting the eggs and seeing they were securely shut in at night so the foxes didn't get them. Cleaning out the sheds was another matter especially in the heat wave. With fifteen birds to a shed, in a week they made a lot of mess and Tuesdays and Wednesdays they were cleaned by rota by one of six people. It was bad enough to do it once especially as the heat made the stench almost unbearable and you needed a long hot shower afterwards to get rid of the smell, but I was infuriated to have to do it two days running. Something inside of me flipped. "Do it your bloody self," I shouted at Lady Patricia and threw the broom and hoe in her direction and ran off.
There was really nowhere to run or hide in the flat farmland and those working on the control tower roof could easily follow my progress to a clump of willows. I sat down in the shade and sobbed. Ten minutes later Mickey strolled up and cradled me in his arms. We must have sat like almost without speaking for the best part of an hour. Gradually his cuddling and kissing reduced my sobs and I began to enjoy the peace of the countryside and the trill of the lark above our heads. "Sorry Mickey. I shouldn't have done that."
"I know Bren. You're not the first to flip like that. Lady Patricia knows it too but I expect you'll feel the paddle tonight though. She'll want to keep up her appearance as the strict but fair headmistress of the commune. It's nearly lunchtime now, let's try and get into her good books again by missing lunch and cleaning out the shit. I'll help. Perhaps she will reduce the number of swats she gives you."
"Does she ever give more than six?" That was the number I'd always seen given.
"One boy had twenty for taking a swipe at her but several boys and girls have had a dozen." Mickey must have read my thoughts, "Don't think of running away. You'd easily be caught and given more and then you might be expelled. I'd hate to see you go." I shed more tears and her kissed and fondled me affectionately but we never fucked. It didn't seem appropriate in the idyllic surroundings. I began to realise how much I loved him and said so. "I love you too," he said and kissed me passionately. In the distance we heard the bell for lunch. "We'd better go to the shithouse," Mickey laughed.
With two of us, the work didn't take long and we had just about finished barrowing the smelly wood chips to the compost heap when Karen brought out two mugs of tea. "I've made a couple of sandwiches as well but I guessed you'd want to clean up first." I was grateful that she had thought of us and she didn't mention my insubordinate behaviour.
My thoughts were on my impeding punishment during dinner. Nothing had been said and I was treated in the usual way but I knew with certainty I would be bending over the table shortly. I wondered if I could slip away but remembered I was on washing-up duty with David. In low tones he advised me, "Try and relax your arse muscles. It'll hurt more if they are tense." I knew then everyone expected me to get the paddle and this was confirmed when I saw them sitting around the table.
"Remove your shorts please Brenda." Lady Patricia spoke quietly and then more loudly to the others. "Most of you saw Brenda's outburst and the way she absconded for the whole of the morning. That in itself would warrant punishment but it also meant that Mickey had to take the morning off to persuade her to return. In her favour she did, with Mickey's assistance, do the job in what should have been her free time. I know cleaning the hen house is a particularly nasty task and I wouldn't have asked her to do it twice had circumstances prevented it but not only did she refuse, she did so in the most offensive way. I propose to give her eight on each cheek." I heard some of the others gasp.
"Oh no!" I cried out, "Not that many please."
"Mickey will you hold her please?"
"Ma'am," Mickey spoke, "It was my choice to go after Bren and I could have just dragged her back but stayed and comforted her..."
"Shagged her," Nigel laughed.
"No, comforted her. She was very upset and in keeping with the principals of this commune of loving and caring for each other, I did what I could. I brought her here and she is special to me. Ma'am I ask to receive half her punishment please."
"No Mickey...it was not your fault..."
Her ladyship stopped me. "That is more than generous of you Mickey. I will of course agree."
Mickey dropped his shorts and threw his arms around me, "Be brave. It'll be over quickly and then all is forgiven." I wanted to tell him not to take my punishment but couldn't get the words out. Shaking and crying I lay over the table and gripped Mickey's arms like I'd seen the others do. "Yell as much as you like but don't curse," he hissed. The first stroke hit my right cheek and yes, I did yell. Never had I felt pain like it. My parents only scolded me or kept me home. Mickey struggled to hold me down and shouted, "Relax Bren." Dave's words came back to me. At the time, I believed I was being hit unduly hard to make up for only have half the number of hits but managed to heed Mickey and did not scream insults. I heard the sound of hard rubber on flesh and felt Mickey jerk and grunt. Shortly after my left cheek received its first whack and I renewed my screams. How could loving people hurt others so badly? How could this be love? I sobbed and prayed and pleaded but the punishment went on. At each stroke I screamed until I was hoarse but it was over quickly and finally I was allowed up.
Ma'am kissed me, "It's over now little one, the slate is wiped clean," she told me. Everyone kissed and hugged me and soon I was having cream put on my sore nates.
Later that evening as Mickey and I lay in a bed on our own, our arses still red and sore, I asked if he really meant it when he said he loved me. When he confirmed that he did, I asked, "What will happen when in three weeks I go back to school?"
"Maybe I'll head north for the winter. Find a job near your home. It won't be like this though unless I can find a place where we can live together."
"My parents would never allow it. They'd go bananas if they find out about this place."
"Maybe we can come back for Easter." We threw various impractical ideas around but could only decide to live the next few weeks as fully as we could with each other. I slept with him almost every night and only reluctantly allowed one of the other girls a turn when they insisted. We hugged, kissed, sucked and shagged with the exuberance of young lovers but as the days went by I became more and more worried about leaving. I even considered not going to college and staying with the commune but knew my parents would try and find me and there would be a scandal that could close the commune down.
Two days before I had to leave I saw Mickey arguing with Lady Patricia but couldn't hear what was said. He had his own car, and last weekend, true to his word he drove me all the way home and tried to find himself a job but unemployment is very high in this area so he had to return to the commune. We promised to keep in touch and I was able to phone him last night. I spent a tearful few days, which caused mother a great deal of concern. I couldn't tell them how I spent my holiday but I know she guessed a boy was involved.
I thought of trying to tell my folks I was touring England but realised they knew more of the country than I so would quickly find me out. In the end I just said that I stayed at a farm camp but wouldn't give them details. I believe they think it was a nudist camp especially as mother caught me with my bra off and saw my tits were tanned all over. My relationship with them is pretty cool at the moment and I don't know how they will take to my having a southerner boyfriend.
Now though for a few days more, I have to get used to sleeping alone in my own bed in my own room but every night I have been plagued by these dreams and wake up with my cunt flowing with moisture. Using my fingers helps but it is not the same as being naked alongside a randy man and with another randy couple alongside. The dreams always involved horses, black ones, so I borrowed a book on dream interpretation from the library and kept it on the nightstand.
I frequently cried in my depression but yesterday I came to a decision. I would go to college in Grantham. That was close enough for me to stay in the commune or at least I could visit weekends. I knew others had jobs they did outside of the community and contributed funds and I hoped I could have a similar arrangement although I didn't know how I would earn the money. Father was adamant in his refusal to allow to go but mother finally persuaded him that it was better for me to go somewhere I wanted and be happy than to mope about here and cry all day long. "She's in love father, like we were at her age. I hope she'll tell us more about the boy one day and what she actually did on this holiday but for now, let her go and give her the option to return." Eventually and reluctantly he agreed. I kissed and hugged them both which surprised them as we were never into showing physical affection.
Slowly I put the Dictionary of Dreams back and commented to myself, "Perhaps chickens should be considered as symbols of passion too."

Finis