Chapter 6
Richard kept sending letters back to the gang, telling them that he was having a wonderful vacation and that he wished that they could be there with him. He wrote that he had met a great girl by the name of Gretchen, and that he thought that he was in love with her. The two of them, he and Gretchen, were camping out by the side of a lake, where no one would bother them. They fished and they gathered nuts and berries for food.
"Ain't that the life," said Robert the Whale, when he read the letter. "I wish I was out there with him, instead of holed up in this stinking city. I wish I had a girl, and I was just sleeping in the sun, and swimming in the water."
"You'd get bored," said Willie. "I tell you that you would get bored right out of your head. With us, action is the only thing that counts. Richard is not really like us. He's a different breed. He really doesn't even belong in our gang. Remember how he got fooled by that bitch Pricilla. I saw right through her, but Richard was blinded. He falls in love too easily, and he's just not tough enough."
"That's a laugh," replied Robert the Whale. "He's the toughest guy around here. He can take any of us on, even with a hand tied behind his back."
"He's not so great," said Willie. "I'll bet that I can take him in a fair fight."
Willie felt depressed. His soul burned with violence. His blood bubbled. He couldn't sit still anymore, and he couldn't concentrate on anything. He found that he no longer enjoyed fooling around with his bike. Although he was an expert mechanic, and could take his motorcycle apart blindfolded, he found that the cycle no longer interested him.
He became more and more bloodthirsty. He would walk through the streets with a baseball bat in his hands. If he didn't like someone, he would swing. He knocked one guy's teeth out, just for the fun of it. He bashed another guy in the face. He went into a supermarket and started to push all the cans off the shelves. When the manager tried to stop him, he punched the manager in his face.
Willie also found that his lust for sex also increased to an unbearable point. He would be horny all the time, pacing back and forth like a lion. Ordinary sex, however, was not enough for him. What he wanted was sadistic sex. He had to rape the woman with whom he had intercourse. Unless he raped them, he didn't enjoy it.
At night, the neighborhood streets turned into a jungle. Willie, and the rest of the gang, stalked the alleys, waiting for women. They spread terror wherever they went. No one tried to resist. They would stop women, rip off their blouses and their undergarments, and then they would gang rape them.
Willie found himself panting when he watched as a brutalized woman screamed at his feet. It gave him a feeling of power. It made him feel like a man. He watched as they cringed with fear and he laughed like a wild man. Even the other members of the gang became frightened when they saw Willie laugh. His lust for violence was simply abnormal.
"Listen," Robert had said to him. "We've got to cool it soon. Soon the people will be coming after us with guns. We're going to get into trouble. Everyone knows what we're doing.
"Fuck 'em," screamed Willie. "I'm not scared of anyone. No one is going to take me alive. When I die, it's going to be with a machine gun at my side."
"All right," nodded Robert. "None of us want to go any other way. If the cops come after us, we won't let them take us alive. The whole gang is going to fight to the finish. We're going to fight till we're dead. But still, there's no reason to antagonize so many people in the neighborhood. We live around here. It just doesn't make any sense to bust up everything in sight."
"But I can't help myself," said Willie. "My blood is boiling. My heart is on fire. I feel like I'm going out of my head. I got to fight. I've got to do it, or I'll go absolutely crazy."
"Sure, it's all right with me," nodded Robert. "But why cut up in this neighborhood? Why don't we ride out to the suburbs, where no one knows us? We can have some fun out there, and still not worry about getting into trouble."
"It sounds like a good idea," agreed Willie. 'That's what well do. We can ride out to Long Island. We can beat up those rich bastards who live out in their hundred thousand dollar homes. Well show them that they can't escape from reality. Well show them what it feels like to get their asses busted, like everyone in this damn city gets his ass busted every fucking day."
That evening, Willie, Robert, Philadelphia, Salvatore, and Jonathan saddled up and went riding. Atlantic Beach was their target. The plan was to find an isolated house somewhere, and have a little fun with the residents.
Salvatore was a tall, lanky youth, with a head of curly black hair. He was tough, and he didn't like to talk much. He could sometimes be as cruel as Willie. He used to tell stories how he fucked his own mother. He had slept with her when he was only twelve years old. When his father found out about it, he beat him with a strap and threw him out into the streets. Salvatore had to take care of himself by hustling at pool. When he was sixteen, he joined the Army. When he got out of the Army, he drifted for awhile, and eventually joined the Daredevils. He was a member in good standing, and he always did what he was told to do.
By contrast, Jonathan came from a very rich home in Connecticut. His father was a lawyer and his mother was an accountant. He graduated from high school with honors, and he went on to college, where he spent two years. In college he found that he was bored with the whole middle class scene. He didn't like the hypocrisy of it all, and he couldn't see himself becoming a part of it.
In spite of the pleadings of his parents, he dropped out of college and he took to the road. He was always interested in bikes, and eventually he met up with the Daredevils and became a member. He didn't care for the violence of the gang, and sometimes he felt disgusted by it. At the same time, however, he was fascinated by violence, and he enjoyed to watch victims writhe and beg for mercy.
"Shit," said Jonathan, as he got onto his bike. "How far is Atlantic Beach from here?? "
"Oh, it's just a couple of miles," said Willie. "The map said that it's forty miles away. We should do it in less than an hour, if we make good time and we don't run into any traffic."
"We should get there by nine o'clock," said Salvatore.
"I hope that we find a house with some real good looking chicks," laughed the Philadelphia Kid, as he revved up his engine. "I sure feel horny. I want to get laid."
"Don't worry," replied Robert. "This is going to be a real good night for us. We're going to get some nice suburban pussy."
"It's the best that there is," said Jonathan. "I was born and raised in the suburbs. The cunt that you find out there will absolutely make your mouth water. Shit, I remember one of my old girl friends. She loved to suck cock. Sometimes she would pull down my zipper, without even giving me a chance to say anything. She would bend over and suck my cock into her mouth and she would lick me till I went blind with passion. I used to love to cream in her mouth. She had the hottest little mouth in the whole fucking world.
"What was her name?? ? " asked Willie.
"Her name was Susan," replied Jonathan.
"What a name," laughed Robert, as he climbed on to his bike.
"Are you guys ready?" asked Willie.
"I'm ready," said Salvatore.
"Me too," nodded the Philadelphia Kid.
"So am I," said Jonathan.
"Don't forget me," laughed Robert the Whale, popping a candy into his mouth.
Willie looked at the other boys. "Let's ride," he said. "Let's slap leather."
Soon all five bikes roared away from the clubhouse. It took about an hour and a half to reach their destination, which was Atlantic Beach. It was twilight, and all the neat houses, surrounded by their neatly cut hedges, seemed very peaceful. There was the sound of the ocean roar in the background. The sun was an angry orange splotch, sinking behind the horizon.
The gang cruised through the quiet suburban community, locked up for the night. The streets were deserted. They roared up and down looking for some action.
"Hey, this place is dead," said Willie as they rode. "What a drag."
"Yeah," yelled Jonathan, "you said it."
As they sped down a quiet street leading to the beach they spotted two girls walking down toward the sand. They had just left their house, which fronted right on the beach. They walked along the edge of the sand and turned to look as the bikes roared toward them.
The bikers pulled up beside them and turned off their bikes.
"Hello girls," said Willie. "What's happening?"
"We're just going for a walk on the beach. There's nothing else to do around here," one answered. She was a blond teenager, about eighteen years old. Her hair was tied in a braid and hung down her back. She wore a pair of sandals and shorts, with a purple blouse that was cut out in the back to show her well-tanned back and the blond tiny hair of her spine.
"Yeah, sure is dead," said Robert. "What can you do for kicks?"
"Nothing much. It's about time we saw some action out here,. " said the younger one.
"You two are friends?" asked Willie.
"No. We're sisters. We live in that house right there but my parents went out with my brother and they won't be back for a little while."
"Now that you mention it, you do look like sisters," said Robert The Whale.
"Are those your bikes? Wow, I bet they can really go fast," said the older, running her hand along the gas tank of Willie's bike.
"You want a ride?" asked Willie.
"Oh wow, sure I do," said the girl in the cutback blouse.
"Well hop on, both of you, we'll go down the beach," said Willie.
The girls mounted the bikes, one on Robert's and the other on Willie's, then peeled out for the beach, sand flying as they shot down toward the water.
They drove over the sand and stopped near the water. Because the beach slopped down toward the ocean they were hidden from the street, and could see only the very top of the girls' house.
They dismounted and parked their bikes, then sat around on the sand in a circle.
"Nice beach," said Willie. "But it's sure dead out here."
"Yeah. No one is around," said one of the girls.
"Look," said Willie, "if you girls want some fun I know how we can have it."
"Yeah? Anything is better than nothing," said the girl.
"Okay," answered Willie. "I've got something to show you.
Willie pulled down his fly and pulled out his limp cock, holding it in his hand and smiling up at the two shocked girls.
"How's this for action?" he asked.
"I don't think that's what I had in mind," said the older sister.
"Well that's what I have in mind," said Willie. "You like it?"
"I don't know. It's not bad," said the younger.
"It can do things," joked Willie. "For instance, if you hold it in your hand it will grow right before your eyes."
"I don't know, maybe I should leave," said the younger.
"Naw, stick around, the fun's just beginning," said Willie. He took his cock in his hand and swung it around, then pulled down his pants to his ankles and sat on the cool sand, cock dangling between his legs.
"C'mon," he said, "all you have to do is touch it. C'mon."
The younger girl walked over and sat next to Willie staring at his cock. She reached down and took the warm member in her soft young hand, and it immediately began to swell. It stretched out fat and long.
"See, I told you," said Willie. "Pull on it a bit."
The girl began to stroke it gently, rubbing the head with her tender fingers. While she played Willie ran his hand across her nude back and along the valley of her spine. She giggled.
The other girl was watching the whole thing. Robert reached over and shot his hand under the loose blouse, grabbing hold of one of her warm fleshy tits.
"Hey, stop that," she said.
"You want a cock to play with too?" Robert asked.
"No, I don't," she snapped. "Well fuck you then," he snapped back. Meanwhile the younger girl was fingering Willie's cock. She rubbed the head too hard and stretched the skin so much that Willie flinched in pain.
"Hey, take it easy," he said. "Try it gentle."
She continued rubbing, but Willie was so distracted he stopped rubbing her back and moved uneasily around on the sand. Finally he got annoyed and grabbed her hand forcefully.
"Don't you suburban chicks know how to give a hand job?" he asked. "Well that's not the way."
"If you don't like it the hell with you then," she snapped.
She stopped and went to get up from the sand.
"Oh no you don't," Willie said, "now you got me hot you're not going to leave. Fucking bitch, just like all the rest. A tease."
The girl tried to leave, but Willie grabbed her.
"You're going to give me a hand job," he said.
"Hey, that's a drag," said Robert. "What are we supposed to do, watch?"
Willie looked over the two young sisters. He glanced down at the full bosom of the older girl and the tight crotch in her shorts.
"I have an idea," he said. "I'll give you all something to watch."
The girls broke and ran, but the gang grabbed them and carried them back to the bikes. Robert slapped the older one in the face. She had never been so treated, and fear flashed into her eyes.
"Please," she begged, "don't hit me. Don't hurt us, please."
"We won't hurt you if you do what you're told," Willie said. "We're not going to lay a hand on you. You'll do that yourselves. Take off your clothes."
"Oh no, please," cried the younger one. "Don't make us."
Willie grabbed the older girl and ripped her blouse down in the front, exposing her nude tits. They shook gently like jello as she cowered.
"Now get moving or I'll rip them all off," Willie said.
The two sisters undressed slowly, embarrassed. The older girl slid her shorts down and stood clad only in a pair of lace panties. The younger sister stripped nude, her blond bush glistening in the faint light of the beach. Her tits were smaller, but firm and taut. Her nipples protruded like cherries.
"Now take off the panties too," said Robert to the older girl.
She stepped out of her panties, standing nude on the sand. Her bush was furry, small curly blond hair covering her cunt.
"That's really fine," said Robert. All the members agreed. "Now let's have some action."
"Lie down," Willie said to the older girl. "Just lie down on your back."
The girl lay down on the sand, her tits pointing skyward and her legs spread just enough to show the beginnings of her pink cunt lips.
"Now," said Willie, "I want you to eat her."
The younger sister was shocked. "Please, I can't do that."
"Why not?" asked Willie. "Didn't you ever see a cunt before?"
"But she's my sister," cried the girl.
"So what? I don't care. It's all in the family then. Get busy."
The girl hesitated. Robert made a move toward her, fist clenched.
"Get busy or else," he said.
The girl cowered from Robert, terrified. She would do anything to avoid getting hit by the Whale. She bent down on her knees between the spread legs of her sister.
"Dig in," said Willie. "We don't have all night."
The girl bent down and with two hands spread the lips of the older girls pink cunt. Her lips parted to reveal the pink wet clit and the inside of her juicy cunt. Her hair bristled with sweat, and she was almost shaking with fright.
The younger sister went down, rubbing her tender cheeks along her sister's soft blond bush, then licked along the length of her cunt. Her sister moaned.
She licked more intently, up and down and back along her divide to the beginnings of her asshole. She spread the lips of her cunt back and stuck her tongue into the wetness of her sister's cunt. The older girl moaned again, eyes closed.
"Swing it around," said Willie, enjoying the action.
Without further delays the older sister grabbed her sister's legs and swung her around so that she stretched out above her, her cunt still buried in the younger girl's face. Her sister's cunt now was directly over her mouth, and she reached up to spread the lips of her cunt back, shooting her tongue into her sister's insides like a snake.
The two sisters were locked in an embrace, each licking out the other's cunt and caressing the insides of her thighs. The older girl still moaned.
Willie and the gang couldn't have enjoyed things more. They watched without a word.
The tits of the younger sister hung down as she straddled her partner, her tongue rimming the soft pink swollen membranes of the other's cunt.
Just when the two girls had reached a fever of excitement, there was a sudden call from the top of the beach. The two girls froze.
"That's my brother," said the younger. "He must have come home."
"Don't make a sound," Willie warned.
They lay still and listened as the call came again. It grew nearer.
"Will he come down here, to look for you?" asked Willie.
"He probably will, if he doesn't find us near the house," said one of the girls. "We always hang around down by the water here."
"It'll be too bad for him if he does," said Robert.
"Oh please don't hurt him," begged one of the girls. "We'll do what you want, just leave him alone."
By this time she could see the figure of the brother coming down over the slope toward the water.
"Is that you?" he yelled.
He neared the water until he could see the bikes. Robert and Salvatore took off up the slope and grabbed him before he could figure out what was going on. They dragged him back to the bikes.
When he reached the gang he saw the bikes and his two sisters lying nude on the sand.
"Hey, what's going on here?" he asked.
"Shut up and you won't get hurt," said Willie.
"Who are you? What are you doing to my sisters?" he asked.
Jonathan, who was the nearest one to him, hauled off and smashed him in the face. He fell to the sand like a rock.
"I said shut up," said Willie. "You want to mess with some city boy?"
"Please, leave me alone. Don't hurt me," he said, still lying on the ground.
"You might as well take part in the party, as long as you're here," said Willie. "Take off your clothes."
"What? Are you serious?" said the frightened boy.
"Why don't you show the suburban kid how to take his clothes off," said Willie. "He probably can't give a good hand job either."
Jonathan and Salvatore grabbed the boy while the Philadelphia kid removed his clothes. Letting him go, they laughed at his limp cock.
"Okay, kid, let's get the show on the road," quipped Willie.
"Pick a sister," said Robert.
"No, I won't do it," said the boy. Robert smashed him in the back of the head, knocking him forward to the ground. His sisters cried.
"Please don't hurt him," one of them pleaded. "Do as they say or they'll hurt you. They mean business."
The boy got up, terrified. He too was ready to do anything to avoid another blow. He looked at his two nude sisters.
"Do I have to?" he asked. Robert started for him, and he jumped back in fear. He pointed to the older sister.
"Good choice," said Willie. "Let's get it up, eh?"
"You know," said Willie as they rode near the city later on that night. "Too bad Richard wasn't here tonight. He might have had a good time."
"Yeah," said Robert, "he's having a good time up in the mountains. I'm sure he's having a real ball."