Chapter 4

Bikini-clad Vicky Andrews purred like a contented pussy as her muscular boyfriend, David Maxwell, dipped his hand between her warm thighs and commenced a firm massage of her covered crotch. Her pert posterior squirmed on the cool sand and she spread her sleek legs for the good looking youth.

"Feels good, huh?" David asked, a bright smile bathing his tanned face. He was lying on his side next to Vicky, his head propped by his right elbow, his left hand squeezing and stroking his pretty girlfriend between her shapely thighs.

"Mmmmm ... you know it, Dave," said the perky brunette, who at sixteen already possessed a figure the envy of many women twice her age. "I just love it when you play with my body, honey."

Dave chuckled. "You've got a honey of a body, baby."

"Yours isn't bad, either," Vicky smiled, placing a hand on her boyfriend's smooth chest. "Do you think you'll be able to manage without your weights for two full months?"

"Sure. I'll keep in shape by doing some calisthenics every day. Then when I get back home I'll start lifting the weights again."

"Well I think you're perfect right now, honey. All those bulging muscles, your beautiful smile-you're a regular Mr. Atlas."

Dave frowned. "You forgot about my cock, Vicky."

"Oh, silly, that's the most perfect part of you." The tempting teenager reached down and patted the bulge at the front of Dave's bathing trunks. "I wouldn't care if you were ugly and pale and thin, honey. Just as long as you had this one very important muscle to flex in my pussy."

"That's what I like to hear, my cock-hungry cutie," said the seventeen year old Mr. Maxwell, whose wealth of curly blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and well-developed physique caused the twats of many females from thirteen to thirty to moisten in excitement. A number of sex-hungry nymphs at Willow High were forever creaming in their panties, it taking no more than a greeting from the handsome, well-built youth to start their pussies purring.

"Speaking of cocks and being hungry," Vicky began, "I wonder if old man Hardington has gotten over the shock of seeing me eating you."

Dave laughed. "I'll bet that grumpy old character is still fuming, baby. Man, I wish we could have seen the expression on his fat face."

"I'm sure it was him in the helicopter," Vicky said, smiling

"Sure it was him, honey. Who else around here would try such a ridiculous stunt? Last summer he tried to chase us on foot, remember? Now I guess he's decided to pursue us in a helicopter. Shit-what a jerky guy."

"He really is hung up on trying to scare all the vacationers away from the Hamptons, isn't he? Gee, the way he acts you'd think we were trespassing on his private property or something."

"Oh, forget about the old grouch, baby," Dave said. "He's just a lonely, frustrated old millionaire who doesn't like to see other people having fun. He can't do us any harm if we stay away from his estate."

Vicky suddenly started giggling.

"What's so funny, baby?"

"I was just thinking about our plans for the summer. Mr. Hardington should only know that about twenty kids intend to live on the beach all summer. Boy, he'd have kittens."

Dave chuckled. "You telling me. Hell, he'd probably come after us in an armored tank."

Together with a number of their high school friends, Vicky and David planned to camp out on what they called the "Beach", a seldom traversed, isolated stretch of sand that they considered ideal for their sex parties. Dave had discovered the seldom used section of beach last summer, and after showing it to his teenager friends, male and female, it was decided that this desolate area of sand and ocean was ideally suited for their love-ins.

The year couldn't pass quickly enough for the excited teenagers, who, after Willow High School closed its doors, would head for the Hamptons, singly or in pairs, and enjoy a summer packed with the lively pleasures afforded by prick and pussy. Or as Dave referred to it, "a summer of screwing and swimming and sucking."

Dave and his girl had arrived at the "Beach" yesterday afternoon, having spent the morning hitchhiking to the Hamptons from New York City. Susie, Peter, Henry Marcy, Karen and all the others were due to arrive sometime in the next few days. Dave and Vicky were the advance guard, so to speak, and in less than twenty-four hours they had already managed three lovemaking sessions and the cocksucking, the one viewed by an irate George Hardington.

"You know, it was really stupid of us to get dressed," Dave was saying, his strong hand still ministering to Vicky's bikinied-box. "I mean after you finished blowing me-"

"Not staying naked was a concession to the Establishment, huh?" the perky brunette asked, smiling as she gave the growing bulge in Dave's swim trunks a healthy squeeze.

"In a way, yes," her boyfriend replied, nodding his handsome head. "The Establishment as represented by that old foggy, Hardington. And I wish you hadn't stopped me from giving the guy the finger when they left. That would have-"

"That would have added insult to injury," Vicky interrupted. "I mean why look for trouble. The fact that we waved good-bye was proof positive that we don't give a damn about him and his silly, old-fashioned morality. By grinning and waving we told him what he could do with all those middle-class values and hypocritical philosophies of life."

Dave grinned. "Yeah, I guess you're right, baby." He thought for a moment, then broke into a loud chuckle and shook his head.

"Now what are you laughing about, lover?" a smiling Vicky asked, suddenly squeezing her legs closed and trapping her boyfriend's hand between her warm thighs.

"Talking about hypocritical people reminded me of my parents," Dave answered. "Guess how dear old Mom and Dad are going to spend this summer."

"Mmmmm ... let me see. They're going to Europe to visit relatives."

"Nope."

"They've decided to become more involved in the problems plaguing the city and have decided to stay at home and-"

"Baby, you've got to be kidding. My folks couldn't care less about pollution and crime and corruption in politics. The only time they get upset is when some politician suggest raising the tax on booze and cigarettes."

"Well, then I give up. What will Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell be doing while their son is in the Hamptons screwing himself dizzy?"

Dave chuckled. "They'll be doing the same thing, baby. Fun-loving Mom and Dad are members in excellent standing of a wife-swapping club in the city."

"You're kidding."

"I kid you not, baby. Of course they don't know that I'm aware of their extra-curricular activities." ' Dave grinned. "They must think I'm a real naive kid."

"How do you mean?"

"They honestly think I believe them when they tell me they're just going to take in a movie, or visit some of my father's business associates. I always tell them to have a good time-even though I know that before the night is over my father will have buried his bone in another woman's cunt."

"And that your mother will have another man's cock jammed into her cunt."

"Yep, that's it exactly."

"Gee, that's a shame, Dave. I wish you had told me about your parents before this. It must be difficult to live with the knowledge that your folks are swingers."

Dave shrugged. "It doesn't bother me too much, baby. I mean that's just their bag. What they do is their business, right?" He thought for a moment, then said, "I'll bet they wanted to jump for joy when I told them I'd be spending the summer out here on the Island. This will give them an opportunity to host a few of their own mate-switching orgies."

A brief silence ensued then, the two teenagers for the moment lost in their own thoughts. Wanting to snap her boyfriend back to the present, a strong desire to see him happy now overwhelming her, Vicky after a while pushed herself up to a sitting position and smiled lovingly into Dave's face.

"Would you like me to suck you again, honey?" she asked, in a voice no louder than a whisper."

Dave grinned. "Now if that isn't a silly question. You know I love the feel of your sweet lips wrapped around my pecker. But right now I want to suck your pretty cunt, baby."

"No problem," Vicky said, grinning impishly. "We can eat each other at the same time. A sixty-nine, honey."

"You think of everything, don't you?"

"Well, you know me, Dave. I'm a girl who's on the ball and who loves to ball. Now come on, peel out of those trunks while I'm getting out of this damn bikini."

The pretty teenager bounced to her feet and immediately began removing the upper half of her blue and white polka dot bikini, her shoulder-length tresses dancing about her face as her youthful tits tumbled free from their confining cups.

Dave jumped up off the sand and without delay proceeded to remove his beige swim trunks. Then, when he was bare-assed naked, his well-muscled body gleaming in the morning sun, he stood and smilingly watched his gorgeous girlfriend hurry out of her bikini pants. And before he knew it she was as naked as he-one of the most fuckable creatures he had ever laid eyes on, the sight of her excited nudity sending licentious thoughts flashing to his brain and causing his young cock to stand at attention.

"Wow! That was fast," Vicky exclaimed, staring at her boyfriend's suddenly erect and throbbing pecker.

"You done dood it, baby," Dave grinned.

"And now you can do me, lover. Come on, Fido, roll over on your back like a good doggie."

Wordlessly, Dave dropped to the sand and then stretched out on his back, his tumescent tool pointing skyward.

"Hey, now the sun is in my eyes, Vicky," he complained, draping an arm over his face.

"Well we'll fix that little thing," his grinning girlfriend said, quickly sinking to her knees and then maneuvering her ripe body over and onto Dave's well-muscled one. Now she was straddling his smooth, hairless chest, her bottom hovering over his attractive face and her own face scant inches from his proud pecker.

"It's too early for lunch," Dave teased, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Vicky's sex.

"Just get busy and eat," the perky brunette called back over her shoulder. "Or I'll ... " she let her voice trail off.

"You'll what, baby?"

"Or I'll do this." Dropping her head and opening her mouth, the tempting teenager latched onto Dave's lance and bit down with her teeth.

"Oww! Hey, stop that. That hurts, honey."

"Feel hungry now?" Vicky asked, removing her boyfriend's stiff meat from her mouth and grinning broadly.

"All right. Just don't bite my bone off, dammit. I want my cock in A-l condition when I start screwing Marcy Adams. You know how cock-crazy that little bitch is. The last time I fuc-"

"Ohh, you," Vicky groaned. Without further ado she plunked Dave's thick dong back into her mouth and began sucking it for all she was worth, her pretty head bobbing crazily as she scoured his meaty member with scraping teeth and twirling tongue.

"Jealous, huh?" Dave laughed, placing his hands on Vicky's smooth flanks. "I don't get upset when I see you chewing on Henry Jackson's big black cock."

Ignoring her boyfriend's banter, Vicky concentrated on the delectable dick she had stuffed between her soft lips seconds ago. Feasting like one famished, her pretty head in constant, frenzied motion, she sucked Dave's turgid tool as if it were the tastiest piece of meat in the world, a delicious bone that must be chewed clean in record time.

For Dave the time had come to stop teasing and proceed with the twat-tasting. Many were the times he had passionately sucked his favorite girl's adorable cunt, thrilled her with the thick tongue he would drill into her steaming sex hole. And now, with Vicky vacuuming his stiff prick into her moist mouth with an unholy fury, he was most eager to once again munch on her furry love nest.

Vicky suddenly adjusted her position just a bit, her knees digging into the sand as she inched back, brought her cunt even closer to Dave's handsome face. Whimpering with pleasure, wagging her head like a happy puppy, she continued gobbling up her boyfriend's rock-hard, pulsating pecker.

Dave wet his lips and then stuck out his tongue, took a deep breath and inhaled the musky scent of his girl's passion. Then he closed his eyes and began to feast, burrowing his face into the wet warmth of Vicky's snatch and sending his tongue on an exploratory mission.

Vicky emitted a gargled moan of approval, the strange sound smothered by the thick prick stretching her jaw and bumping the back of her throat. But very quickly she was back sucking, her smooth cheeks puffing and then deflating, puffing again as she resumed her frenzied cocksucking.

His fingers digging into the supple flesh of his girl's velvety hips, Dave continued his oral workship of her taste-tempting twat. He blew into Vicky's hot sex hole, then wormed his tongue as far as it would go into that oft-filled cavity.

His teasing tongue found her swollen clit, and he began to poke and punch the tiny erectile into quivering submission. He curled his thick lips around that blood-gorged bud of passion and proceeded to suck it violently, seemingly intent on wrenching it from her flesh.

Dave's exploring tongue and munching mouth continued to elicit sharp grunts of pleasure from the cock-hungry Vicky, animal-like snorts and wheezes which struggled out around the prick packing her mouth.

For the next five minutes the teenagers feasted on each other's warm flesh, finally rolling over onto their sides without breaking the mouth-pussy, mouth-cock connections. Alone on the "Beach" with only the bright sun to witness the oral homage they were paying to each other's genitals, Dave and Vicky ate like gluttons; the boy supping on snatch, the girl dining on dick.

Then, their heated bodies demanding more than a swirling tongue and a sucking mouth, the teenagers suddenly stopped their licentious labors and rolled away from each other. Hungry for a humping to end all humping, Dave pounced on his sex-craxed girl and frantically sought to bury his root in her salivating cunt.

Vicky was turning and twisting on the sand, unable to still her churning hips and thereby facilitate the entry of that which she craved with a heathenish passion. Dave wrestled with her, calling upon all the strength in his one hundred ninety pound body as he pinned Vicky's arms back and banged his blood-filled bone against her brown bush.

But because she was not be quiet, because while he struggled to insert his prick she continued to roll her head and body on the still cool sand and emit guttural groans of desire, Dave had at last to deliver a stinging slap across her face.

Vicky's eyes flew open, her face a mask of stunned disbelief. And in that split second her boyfriend reared back and boomed his aching bone into her syrupy love canal. The beautiful brunette teenager shrieked with pleasure, wrapping her arms and legs around Dave as he began immediately to piston his prick in her cunt.

"Ohh, lover! My stud! Bang me bloody with your cock."

"You beautiful bitch!" Dave groaned, time and again smashing his hard body down into Vicky's soft and supple one.

"Screw it deep, Dave. Fuck my hot cunt!"

Dave used his thick dick like a battering ram, pounding his six inch, blood-gorged tool into his girl's grasping vagina with a almost cruel precision and touching bottom every time. He was giving her all he had, his saliva-coated cock plundering her weeping worn am hood without mercy. It was a demonic dicking. And still she begged for more and more, her sex-saturated mind refusing to accept the fact that her cunt was already crammed full of burning cock.

"Do me dirty, Dave," she cried out, tears of intense pleasure washing down her flushed face, a face contorted into a mask of sheer sexual need. Her nostrils were flared and her hazel eyes were glazed, her head was pounding the sand. "Fuck me, stud! Ram it to me, you big-pricked bastard!"

"I'm doin' you, cunt," Dave growled. "I'm doin' you good."

In this moment of supreme passion Dave lost sight of the fact that the girl writhing under him and spewing filth into his ear was one he truly loved, one whose understanding and genuine concern for his well-being he valued highly. Vicky became all women, a very lush female symbolic of all those who crave a fierce fucking.

And so he screwed her accordingly, his experienced erection running amuck in her juicy twat as she raked her long nails across his hard back and pleaded to be killed with his hammering cock.

"Pump it, lover," Vicky begged, breathlessly. "Fuck me hard."

"I'm coming, baby," Dave gasped. "Coming!"

The seventeen-year-old's virility and muscular physique inspired considerable envy in many mature men, but his staying power did not. Dave was always quick to jump in the saddle, but his ride was most often of short duration.

And so it was that after comparatively few short, hard jabs of his young cock into Vicky's molten cunt, Dave began to shudder with pleasure and spill his seed into her beautiful body.

Gasping and grunting, the good-looking youngster emptied his balls in his girl's mushy vagina, the rich creamy fluid shooting from the tip of his tool like water from a pistol. Eyes closed, his hands digging up fistfuls of white sand, he ceased bouncing atop the vivacious Vicky and shuddered through his discharge.

Vicky felt her boyfriend's love juice streaming into her viscid cunt and immediately began squeezing his ejaculating organ, intent on wringing from that throbbing tool every last ounce of milky semen.

She dug her nails into Dave's back and bit into his shoulder as the sweetest sensations washed over her.

"Baby, baby," Dave gasped, his face twisted into a mask of intense pleasure.

"I love you, Dave," Vicky breathed, her words partially smothered by her boyfriend's smooth shoulder. "Love you so much."

And then it was over, Dave rolling off Vicky and onto his back next to her as already some of his love fluid began trickling out of her bright pink sex hole. He rested, shielding his eyes from the sun as he attempted to gain control of his breathing.

Moments later, a contented Vicky Andrews was snuggling up against her boyfriend. Dave's sticky semen continuing to ooze from her just-reamed cunt as she placed her head on his shoulder and threw a leg over his lower body.

"You're the greatest," she said softly, tracing tiny circles on his chest with her small hand. "No one fucks me any better than you, my darling."

Dave smiled faintly and with one hand began to caress Vicky's back, stroking her tenderly as she purred with pleasure.

"Did you come, baby?" he asked, aware of his inability to prolong the sex act for an appreciable length of time, knowing too that a man's reputation as a competent lover was based upon the skill with which he pleasured the woman and brought her to climax.

"It was just beautiful, honey," Vicky answered, begging the question. "Very, very good."

"Yes, but did you-"

"All right, you two," a voice from nowhere suddenly interrupted. "Stick 'em up."

A startled Dave and Vicky sat up quickly and then jumped to their feet, turning to face the voice almost in the same motion.

"You big idiot!" Dave groaned, smiling faintly.

"Shit! You scared the hell out of us, Henry," Vicky said, holding her throat with one hand. "I thought that old grouch Hardington had decided to come back and. ... " she left the thought unfinished.

"Hey man, you guys don't look too happy to see us," Henry Jackson said, flashing Dave and Vicky a huge grin which lit up his ebony face.

"We could have busted in sooner, you know," said his pretty blonde companion, Susie Jones. "But we waited until you had finished fucking."

"You are a considerate bastard, Hank," Dave grinned.

"How are you, handsome?" the spunky, sixteen-year-old Susie asked, smiling at Dave Maxwell. "Got a little something left for little old me?"

"I've got this for you, sugar," was Dave's reply. He reached down and grabbed hold of his limp pecker, pointing it at the blue-eyed blonde who was attired in blue jeans and a white sweatshirt.

"I'm afraid I took some of the starch out of it, Sue," Vicky said. "You might have to-"

"Don't worry about a thing, Vicky. They don't call me Susie the Sucker for nothing, you know."

Henry Jackson smiled at Vicky. He was a lanky eighteen-year-old whose black cock had visited not a few white girls' cunts. And having watched his buddy, Dave, fuck for awhile, he was now in the mood to stick his dark meat into the pretty brunette's white love hole.

"And you're lookin' just beautiful this morning, Miss Vicky," he said, in a tone of voice he figured an arrogant slave might have used years ago when addressing the mistress of the manor. His dark brown eyes roamed over Vicky's lush nudity.

"Well now, Henry," Vicky replied, "you're lookin' might fine yourself." Her poor imitation of a blushing southern belle, accent and all, brought a chuckle from the tall, lean black youth.

"I suggest we all take a swim in the ocean," Dave said, as the always hot-to-trot Susie Jones started towards him, her bright blue eyes riveted to his flaccid penis.

"Chickening out?" Susie asked.

Dave grinned. "Nope. Just want to get clean for you, princess."

"Sounds like a good idea to me," Henry said, eager to get out of his dusty clothes and refresh himself in the water.

He and Susie had experienced considerable difficulty in getting to the Hamptons from Manhattan, it having taken almost six hours of thumb-waving and eight automobile rides Before they arrived at the "Beach."

"Come on, everybody," Vicky suddenly shouted. "Last one into the water is a dirty old nigger." She spun around and then made a dash for the ocean.

"Man, I'm goin' to dunk that white gal," Henry grinned, his bony fingers fumbling with the buttons on his green sport shirt.

"Did you see any of the others?" Dave asked Susie, who was about to pull her sweatshirt up over her head.

"Yeah, we did. Karen Farrow and Marcie Adams. The guy who gave us the last ride stopped for a light, right alongside a snazzy yellow convertible. And who was in the back seat of the convertible but Marcie and Karen. So, I guess they'll be joining us very soon."

"Unless they decided to screw the two sailors who were givin' them a lift," Henry grinned.

Dave waited for Susie and Henry to finish shucking their clothes, then the three teenagers, who with approximately twenty others intended to turn the small stretch of beach into a playpen of passion, raced down to the water's edge and hurled themselves into the welcoming ocean.

While the four teenagers were dunking themselves in the Atlantic, George Hardington was dunking his small but thick cock in Arthur Treeman's soft-reamed ass-hole, pistoning that stubby length of hard flesh slowly but steadily in and out of his friend's rectum.

"Mmmmm, you do it so good, George," Arthur purred, the taste of Hardington's prick lingering on his thin lips. "Not too fast and not too slow. It's just right."

"Enjoy, enjoy," George said, his voice thick with passion. "And when we're through, you can lick me clean. Would you like that?"

"Yes, oh yes," said his fragile friend. "I'd like that very, very much."

Arthur was bent at the waist, with his arms extended full length and his bony hands clamped firmly around the seat of a wooden straight chair. George was standing behind Arthur, his meaty hands on the man's narrow hips, his big belly jiggling like a bowlful of jello as he worked his fat cock in and out of the constricting nether canal.

Hardington fucked with care and consideration, deliberately prolonging the pleasurable rectum reaming. But even though he was thoroughly enjoying the screwing of his friend's ass and was looking forward to the moment when he would come, his mind kept wandering back to the scene he had witnessed on the beach just a short time ago.

There had to be something he could do, he thought, some action he could take to prevent the wanton ravishment of all that he held dear. He could not allow the Hamptons to become a summer sanctuary for sinners.