Chapter 4
Bill eased the big car around one last corner and the shining blue ocean sprang into view. On their left stood thousands of tall proud pines and through the windows on the right, they could see the tops of granite cliffs and open sparkling water.
"Think you can still find the place, Allan?" inquired Bill as they spun along parallel to the ocean's edge.
"Not to worry. I used to bring girls here all the time when I was a kid and go skinny-dipping. There's a road about a mile ahead of us which leads down from the cliffs to a sandy beach. You can't see it from the main highway and I don't expect we'll find anyone there today."
Sandy realxed in the passenger seat next to Bill and studied the sand dunes and cliffs as they drove comfortably along. Whenever she thought of it, her conscience still bothered her for having given into temptation. She could have excused herself for the first time, since she had clearly been under the influence of drugs and liquor, and anyway Bill had practically raped her. But last night, when they had finished their day's work on the studio and eaten their evening meal, she had gone off of her own free will to his room, allowed him to strip her naked and make love to her twice. She had smoked no marijuana and done no drinking that day, and there was no other excuse she could think of. She had violated her moral standards knowingly and willingly and she knew already that she was going to violate them again tonight.
And the very thought of it excited her as the old car bumped down the unpaved road. Bill had been good, so very good, and had brought her twice to an orgasm, despite the slight tenderness left over from having lost her virginity. There was still a strange savageness about him when he made love which surprised and frightened her, but she excused him, remembering that he was a man only recently returned from the battlefield.
The last few days had been filled with discussions on how they ought to go about starting their business. The darkroom was ready for use, but there was still a few weeks' work to be done before the cameras were assembled and ready for motion picture taking. Allan said that he knew the publisher of a man's magazine who might be willing to buy some still shots and the ex-sergeant proposed that they shoot a series of bathing-beauty photographs of Val. If the photographs were purchased, they would both earn money and start building their reputations as cameramen. Val was enthusiastic and Sandy liked the idea since it offered a day of relaxation on the beach during which she could do some serious thinking.
The previous day, Sandy and Val had taken a few hours off to shop for bathing suits. All Sandy owned were hideous swimming class suits from college and Val needed some bright new suits which would photograph well. They had tried on at least fifty suits and Sandy had found herself being talked into a bikini which was about the size of a pocket handkerchief.
"I could never wear this in public," she had told Val.
"Don't worry. That's what you said about the miniskirt and you were a smash in it. This shows off your figure perfectly and anyway no one's going to see you but us."
Sandy was still dubious, but she had paid the salesgirl in embarrassment and the two friends had left with their purchases. It had been a long hour's drive from the city up the coast, but the scenery was magnificent and the always-enthusiatic Val had kept up a steady stream of chatter which amused and entertained everyone.
"I think this is it," said Allan suddenly and Bill obediently slowed the car. Allan directed them over an open field and behind a group of trees. There, hidden by the bushes, they found an old steep dirt road down the face of the cliff which led to a small sandy beach, totally blocked off on either side by high rocks.
"I'd hate to have to do that drunk," said Bill with a sigh of relief, after he had negotiated the winding treacherous pathway and parked the car on a stretch of hard-packed sand.
Sandy was forced to admit that this was one of the loveliest sights she had ever seen. The waves were gentle and regular and the wind was blocked by the cliffs. The sun seemed twice as warm and the sand was clean and free from litter, confirming Allan's belief that the place was hardly ever visited.
The two girls set the wine and sandwiches in the shade while Allan and Bill went to work loading and setting up their cameras. Allan was carrying a battered Leica thirty-five millimeter instrument while Bill readied the large portrait camera he had purchased in Hong Kong.
Sandy was wearing the bikini under her skirt and blouse and she experienced a moment of apprehension as she stepped behind the car to disrobe, wishing that she had brought something more modest. In the bright sun, the material seemed flimsier than ever and almost transparent. The bra scarcely covered the ends of her large perfect breasts and the bottom portion barely concealed her pubic region.
VaFs bathing suit was equally brief, naturally, but Val looked and felt at ease in skimpy clothing. Sandy realized that the whole difference between them lay in the fact that Val was gloriously proud and happy with her body, while she herself was ashamed and embarrassed by it.
By agreement between the two men, Bill was the director of photography for the company, while Allan was master of the darkroom. Thus Bill took charge of the shooting, moving Val into the sun and posing her on top of a large shiny rock. Sandy watched with great interest, trying to learn as much photographic technique as possible.
Bill took great care in arranging Val's body the way he wanted it, and normally spent a certain amount of time peering through the lens before snapping his picture. Sometimes, however, he tried to achieve spontaneous effects by ordering Val to move about naturally, striking poses of her own choosing while he and Allan clicked photograph after photograph.
The pictures would certainly be provocative, Sandy guessed, but probably not pornographic in any way. It would be difficult to tell until they were developed, but she felt there was reason to believe that some of them might be highly artistic.
When the two men had finished a roll of film apiece, Bill called a short break.
"I think that's enough with the bikini, don't you Allan? That editor doesn't want a fashion story."
"You're right," responded his partner. "Take it off, Val."
To Sandy's surprise, Val did not object in the slightest, stripping off her bathing suit without the least show of embarrassment and tossing it to Sandy to hold. Then she danced back to the rock and began posing again. Sandy found the sight somehow disturbing, but Val did not seem to mind showing her high, well-formed breasts or the soft-brown pubic hair covering her vaginal region. Sandy did observe, in fact, that Val's nipples were hard and firm, suggesting that she was finding posing in the nude exciting sexually.
"Aren't you going to be able to see her ... you know ... her pussy in some of these pictures?" asked Sandy shyly as she looked over Bill's shoulder.
"No problem. On some shots, we'll crop the negative just below the belly button. But it may not be necessary because some of the men's magazines these days like to show the whole girl, pussy and all. Having fun?"
"Oh, it's just beautiful here. I wish we could buy this beach and put a cottage here."
"If we can make some money, baby, we'll do just that. Hand me that light meter, will you?"
Bill worked Val another ten minutes on the rock and Sandy was pleased to see how professionally and carefully he conducted the entire shooting session. Even Allan worked quietly and calmly, accepting directions from-Bill and refraining from any of his vulgar jokes.
When another break was called for changing film, Sandy walked over to where Val was sitting and perched beside her on the rock. "How you doing?"
"Great!" responded Val. "It's such a free feeling being out her. I can't wait to get in that water, but I can't get my hair wet until we finish shooting. This hair here," she giggled, pointing to her pubic curls," would dry out fast enough but the curly locks on my head would be a mess."
"Do you feel any embarrassment at all?" wondered Sandy. "I mean, being naked in front of Bill and me?"
"Sandy, you've got this thing about bodies. Why should I be embarrassed? I've got a nice body, good tits, and a nice round little ass, so why should I be ashamed of it?"
"Well then, do you find it exciting?" Sandy persisted.
The other girl wrinkled her nose and grinned.
"I guess I do get kind of a charge out of it. Try it yourself sometime and you'll see."
Sandy shuddered at the thought and would have replied, but Bill and Allan were ready again to start shooting and Sandy had to move out of the way. This time, the two photographers did a variety of different shots, asking Val to run into the water up to her knees and lay in the sand with the waves splashing over her. They did a series of close-ups of Val lying provocatively half in and half out of the water which Sandy thought would probably be beautiful but unpublishable because of the amount of flesh displayed.
"Hey. I'm tired!" called Val finally. "Why don't you guys take some shots of Sandy while I get the lunch ready?"
"Good," agreed Bill without consulting Sandy. "And open a couple of cans of beer while you're at it. This is thirsty work." Without bothering to dress, Val dusted the sand off her body and trotted off towards the car.
"I would make a perfectly terrible model," Sandy objected. "I've never done it before and I'll be very nervous and besides all the famous models are very slender like Val and besides...."
"Will you listen to that girl," commented Allan caustically. "She's terrified out of her mind."
"I am not terrified!" Sandy flared.
"No, of course you're not, honey," said Bill gently. "Allan is just kidding and these shots are just for fun. Why don't you sit over there near that big rock. Here, I'll fix your hair."
Sandy obeyed, unhappily, fearing what she knew was coming next. Bill took a leisurely series of photographs of her in various, poses, and gradually she felt her nervousness disappearing, although she continued to wonder what she ought to do or say if Bill asked her to undress.
"That's good! Great!" Bill called out after he had completed a roll of film. Allan, who had been standing by nonchalantly sucking on a bottle of beer, walked to his partner's side.
"This girl is terrific, Bill. She's a natural. Let me get my camera out."
"Yeah, let's do a series. They'd be fun to have around."
"You're not going to send these to a publisher, are you?" Sandy asked nervously as Bill approached her.
"Of course not. These are just for out photograph album. Now I'm going to pose you and Allan'll take the pictures. Kneel down and bend forward like this." Bill's hands guided her into position as she leaned forward, he unsnapped her shoulder straps. As a result, her firm, heavily rounded young breasts nearly tumbled free and she was about to object when Allan called, "Hold it." and snapped a picture. Bill altered her position slightly and stepped back to allow Allan to shoot several more times.
Finally, he stepped up behind, without asking permission, and unsnapped the bra, pulling it off and tossing it on the sand a few feet away.
"No, Bill, that's too much." she protested, trying to cover her completely naked breasts with her hands.
"That's good, hold it just like that." called Allan again, and he took several shots of her covering her nipples with her fingers. Sandy told herself, she could feel that her nipples were, without her conscious approval, stimulated and protruding. At the same time, she could sense a tiny tingling sensation growing down between her thighs.
Next, they photographed her lying face up on the sand, her arms outstretched, having persuaded her to expose her breasts, nipples and all, to the eye of the camera. As she surrendered herself to the hot sand, Sandy tried to fight back the rising level of sensuality within her. Her dark brown nipples seemed ready to explode from her breasts and she could feel the juices of sexual ' excitement inside her vagina already flowing, wetting the thin, filmy crotchband of her bikini running between her legs.
After changing film another time, Bill positioned Allan only a few feet away with the portrait camera. Val had finished the preparations for lunch and was standing behind her lover, smiling encouragingly at Sandy. Bill came and stood over her as she lay stretched on the sand in a position of utter abandon, knowing that Allan-who had been a total stranger only a few weeks before-was memorizing every detail of her almost-naked body.
"Are you ready?" Bill asked soberly, looking down at her. She nodded dumbly, knowing what he meant, and lifted her buttocks off the sand to allow him to pull the brief flimsy panties down over her knees and off her legs. She was naked, totally exposed in front of three other people, she, Sandy Salm, and the shame and exitement battled each other in her tortured mind.
Bill squatted beside her, his hand resting casually on the throbbing mound of her flaxen-like vaginal hair.
"I want to do some shots of your body, Sandy," he told her, his voice sounding very indistinct and far away. "You have a lovely body and these photographs-if Allan and I handle them properly-will be real works of art. No one will ever see them but us, so relax your muscles and let us pose you. Pretend you are part of the sand or a stone or a piece of drift wood."
As Bill spoke, he was gently manipulating the softly yielding mound of hair-fringed flesh between her legs, even going so far as to tease his middle finger inside the pink moist lips of her vagina.
"Bill ... don't touch me like that ... in front of the others...." she stammered, and in spite of her embarrassment, feeling the sexual excitement tingling deep down in her naked loins.
"Darling," continued Bill in a deep serious hypnotist's voice. "You have an expression on your face when we make love which is better than the Mona Lisa. That's the look I want to capture on film. Surrender yourself."
Sandy relaxed, the power to resist flowing out, of her trembling body. The puritanical New England voice was crying out in the back of her mind that this was depraved and obscene, but she could not find the strength to object, or stand up and run away, so long as Bill's hands continued busily probing the soft moist flesh of her nakedly exposed pussy lips.
Baked and bathed by the heat of the sun and the soft warmness of the sand, she lay almost in a drugged state, hearing Bill and Allan exchange technical comments on light readings and camera angles. She listened to Val's toice, exicted but subdued, saying that the photographs would be beautiful, and she listened to the click of the camera as the two photographers worked methodically at their craft.
"We're finished now, Sandy," Bill told her gently after a while. "Let me help you onto the blanket, darling."
A vague idea that she ought to dress if the shooting was finished formed in Sandy's mind, but she moved unresistingly as they led her a few feet to the soft cotton bedspread they had brought from the apartment. Val, still naked, was perched on the blanket, smiling brightly, and Allan was sitting beside her, his hands exploring the brown-haired girl's body. As she watched Bill stand over her and strip away his bathing suit, she noticed how white his flanks and buttocks were and wondered vaguely if he ought not apply some suntan oil to avoid a burn. It was the last coherent thought she was to have for an hour.
Bill dropped his body down on top of her, closed his mouth hungrily over one of her tense, swollen nipples and began sucking gently. As he tormented her trembling breasts, his hands stroked the firm white flesh of her belly and thighs. Out of the corner of one half-closed eye, she could see that Allan had also stripped and was lying on his back on the blanket, while Val sat astride him, noisily kissing his chest.
My God, this is an orgy, she thought. Bill is going to do it to me, right here in front of them and they're doing it too! She wanted desperately to ask Bill if they could be by themselves, perhaps behind the car, but the thought quickly faded from her mind as her lover began moving his lips from one nipple to the other, running his tongue wetly across the valley of tender flesh between the two goosebump covered mounds.
Then, Bill moved his mouth away from her nipples, sliding over the softness of her stomach, pausing a moment to torment her navel with the tip of his tongue and bringing a new groan of pleasure from her lips. As he shifted his attention to the softly hair-sprinkled mound of her vagina, he reversed the direction of his body so that his head was level with her soft moist crotch and his hips lay along side of her head.
Sandy felt her thighs being spread gently apart and she realized that she no longer possessed the will power to resist. She gasped for breath as Bill placed one hand directly on her rapidly moistening cunt and began to teasingly spread the thin pink lips of her vagina, tickling her sensitive clitoris as he probed. The fresh sea breeze penetrated all the way up to her open womb as Bill dropped his head and took the tender bud of her clitoris between his lips, exciting it rapidly into throbbing hardness.
As much as she tried, Sandy could not stop her hips from rotating, grinding into the soft pure sand beneath the blanket, and when Bill shifted his lips from her clitoris and wormed his tongue suddenly into the open mouth of her sensitively trembling vagina, she cried aloud with the maddening pleasure.
Turning her head, she suddenly realized that her boyfriends massively swollen penis was lying only a few inches from her lips. Without realizing what she was doing or why, she accepted the throbbing hardness in her hands and began massaging it gently. The urge to kiss it suddenly shot into her tormented, dazed brain, but here her puritanical upbringing was strong enough to resist such an obscene, depraved temptation. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away, without releasing his turgidly pulsating cock from her hands.
"Oooooh!" came a long groan from her throat. "Do that, Bill. Keep doing it, my darling." She voluntarily this time spread her legs further apart to grant him as much access to her intimacy as possible and Bill taking the firmly rounded mounds of her whitely trembling buttocks with both his hands, forced the soft fleshy crevice between her thighs even farther open, exposing the tiny puckered circle of her anus. As her small whimpering grunts of pleasure reached his ears, he bent even further between her legs and flicked teasingly at the tightly clenched lips with his tongue. Sandy's scream echoed against the cliffs and brought lewd little chuckles from Allan and Val, occupied as they were with their own amusements. Bill then moistened his fingers with the warm wet liquids flowing from her vagina and slowly worked his index finger into her anus, at the same time returning his lips to her stiffly throbbing little clitoris.
"Oooooh, that hurts, darling." She heard herself groan helplessly against her passion. But Bill, ignoring her pleas, moved his finger in further, rotating it slightly to widen the tiny unstretched passage. Sandy wanted desperately to ask him to stop, but she was inhibited by the presence of Val and Allan, still wrestling on the blanket only inches away from them. Bill, in the meantime, doubled the intensity of his attack, sucking vigorously on her tiny, excitedly jerking clitoris and twisting his finger in ever widening circles in her rectum, spreading the tight rubbery passage wider and wider.
Her body was a confused mass of pain and intense pleasure and she soon found it difficult to distinguish between them. Now she began to lose the last remaining bit of control over her body and masochistically desired to be hurt, to be humiliated, to be impaled. Nothing mattered now except the twin sensations coming from her finger and tongue filled anus and vagina and she screwed her body downwards, trying to force Bill's finger further into her rectum and his tongue higher into her now greedily grasping cunt.
"Do it harder, oh Bill, go in further!" she pleaded. "Suck me! Hurt me! Harder!"
Bill worked with renewed energy as her faint, bird-like cries told him that she was nearly ready to cum. Her body twitched and thrashed wildly as he lashed at her with tongue and fingers, the double impalement sending shock waves of pleasure into every part of her lust-crazed body.
Taking advantage of the gradual loosening of her anus, Bill inserted a second finger and quickened his licking of her openly fluttering vagina. He could feel her belly rising and falling in quick-time and her thighs began to twitch spasmodically as Sandy rolled her head wildly from side to side, never losing her grip on his lustfully throbbing cock.
As her thighs flexed and relaxed spastically, the pressure of Sandy's fingers on Bill's straining cock increased and she seemed to be milking it for dear life, the red bulging tip only inches from her open mouth. Bill realized he was close to orgasm himself and worked like a madman to bring her with him. Her breasts heaved wildly and from the depths of her throat came a low gutteral growl, more like the sound of an animal than a human being. Her face was contorted, lips drawing back up over her teeth and her eyes rolled in her head. As she felt the orgasm beginning deep down in her wildly churning belly and gathering force in her tongue-filled vagina as she suddenly lunged forward in a desperate attempt to force his almost exploding cock between her suddenly eagerly ovaled lips.
But the added pressure on his penis was too much for Bill and Sandy screamed with the fury of her orgasm, she felt the warm white cum from Bill's wildly jerking cock splatter hotly into her anguished face.
As her own cries were echoing off the nearby cliffs, Sandy suddenly became aware of Val and Allan, beside them on the blanket. Allan was still lying on his back and Val sat astride him, impaled on his long, thickly pistoning penis. Sandy watched as Val suddenly seemed to crumple, as if she had been struck, gasping and groaning and clutching at her breasts. Moaning with ecstasy, she landed on top of Sandy, Allan's penis still embedded far up in her tightly locked vagina. Exhausted, the four of them lay for a long time without moving, their arms and legs entwined, until the sun became too fierce and they were driven into the water to wash away the sweat and expended sperm and cool their desire-drained bodies.