Chapter 2
Ann Mason sat thoughtfully a top a sandy cliff overlooking the bright blue Pacific.
She had just left school for the day. What she needed was an interesting way to kill the two or three hours before dinner.
Far beneath her, slender strong figures in black headed out into the surf, surfboards under their arms. Even at this distance, she could recognize two or three of her friends.
When one, whom she recognized as Tom Hays, looked up, she waved. He waved back. She watched as he headed out into the water and perched atop the waves, waiting for the first ride of the day.
Maybe she should go down to the beach, Ann thought. She rose slowly to her feet and,barefoot, began the long slow climb down the cliff face. This was a feat normally attempted only by the brave young surfers.
But Ann was a strong athletic girl who was equal to any dare. She enjoyed the challenge of making it down to the sand alive.
Anything to put some excitement into the day.
Once she was down on the beach, Ann came face to face with her boredom once again.
She sat and watched the surfers, wondering which one of the boys she should let take her to the school dance next month.
As head-cheerleader, Ann got lots of attention from the boys, particularly the school's young athletes.
She changed boyfriends almost monthly. They were always nice young men, good prospects as husband material.
Two of them had already asked Ann to marry them.
But the pretty blonde wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. First, she wanted to go out and experience life.
The quiet respectable life of a small-town schoolgirl was beginning to get on her nerves.
She read romantic novels and dreamed of
grand adventures.
Next to her imaginings, the tame evenings at the ice-cream parlor seemed pale stuff indeed.
Ann Mason wanted something to happen.
She wanted to live . . . really live.
The voluptuous blonde walked along the beach a short way until she found a secluded little shelf in the cliff about fifteen feet up. She climbed up to it and stretched out on the soft sand.
She removed her dress and lay naked in the sunshine, but for the small strip of material that was her panties.
The sun on her skin stimulated Ann sexually. It made her think of some of the sexual encounters she had enjoyed with her boyfriends recently. Even that seemed tame now.
Most of the boys seemed so hesitant and awkward. Nothing like the lean self-assured movie stars who were her idols.
Closing her eyes, she began to daydream about what it would be like to become the girlfriend of some sexy motorcycle gang-member. The idea of living dangerously titillated her. . . the idea of making love recklessly, passionately, made her clitoris grow hard inside her panties.
"Hey, Ann, how you doing?" a boy's voice
inquired.
The girl's eyes flew open and she sat up abruptly.
"Tom!" she exclaimed. "I thought you were out surfing.'
The pretty blonde noticed the boy's eyes were surveying her naked tits. She thought about covering them, but decided against it. She didn't want to seem like a prude.
Besides, she and Tom had made love several times. He'd seen her tits before. Though his friend hadn't.
The other boy was staring at Ann's full outthrust breasts too.
His stare was so insistent that Ann was tempted to ask him if he'd never seen tits before. She decided against being a smart aleck. Boys didn't like girls who tried to show them up.
The pretty teenager recognized Tom's companion as Andy Maynard. She had noticed him around school because he was tall and blond and muscular. Cute, Ann thought.
But she had never met him before.
"Hi," she greeted him, a little shyly. His eyes on her tits were beginning to make her nervous.
They were also beginning to make her pussy
flare excitedly inside her panties. It turned her on that boys found her sexy and interesting to look at.
"Hi," Andy returned her greeting. He had to clear a frog from his throat before he could get the word out.
"Andy and I saw you come up here," Tom said. "We thought you might like to smoke a joint with us."
The youths had shed their wetsuits. Now they wore jeans and T-shirts. Andy pulled a thin little marijuana cigarette from one of his pockets and lit up.
Ann usually turned down dope, but today she was so frustrated she thought it might help improve her outlook. Besides, the arrival of the boys had added a new element to her lonely boredom that excited her.
She sucked long and hard on the joint. It passed from hand to hand until there remained only a nub. Andy deposited this carefully in a little tin, then returned it to his pocket.
The girl was experiencing a heightened awareness of her near-nakedness. She lay back down on the sand and closed her eyes.
She appeared to be dozing. But in fact she was hotly aware of the effect her vulnerable nakedness must be having on the two boys.
Suddenly she felt a hand graze lightly over one taut rounded tit. She caught her breath for a moment, but she didn't open her eyes or make a move. She pretended to be still dozing.
"Wow, you sure have beautiful tits, Ann," she heard Tom say.
Slowly she opened her eyes. She rubbed them, as though clearing the sleep from her eyes.
"Mmm?" she said.
She looked down toward the tanned mounds of her breasts. Tom's hand was massaging one.
Andy was reaching out to touch the other.
His look betrayed fear, but he was obviously determined to carry out his plan. He rolled the rubbery nub of her nipple between his fingers. His gaze remained fixed on her tit. He refused to look at her face.
"Mmmm, feels good," the girl murmured. Her eyes were half-closed. A sultry smile played over her lips.
Part of Ann was aware she was playing with fire. But the other part was eager for the game. She knew it was reckless to let the two boys touch her like this.
Who knew what they might want to do next? In fact it was that very danger that made her go on.
Made her let them continue to caress the smooth molded contours of her breasts.
She let the titillating darts of pleasure prod at her nerve-centers, inciting her to ever increasing hominess. She was scarcely even conscious of the moment when she began to churn her hips slightly in time to the erotic tempo of their caresses.
A hand began to rub the flat plane of her belly, and still she did not protest.
"Oooohh, it feels so nice to be massaged," was all she said.
The tension was building for the two boys. Each knew there was a subtle game being played here.
Ann was in the mood .. . for something.
But one false move might blow the whole set-up.
Might make her sit up and pull on her dress. . . and dash all their boldest hopes to pieces.
Gently. . . they had to do it gently. . . to lull her into half-conscious compliance...
Each boy felt the hot ache of an erect cock
pulsing inside his jeans. Each felt his loins responding to the soft smooth touch of woman-flesh under his fingers.
It was Tom who was the first to begin to stroke her taut young belly. Lower and lower his hand moved until at last it was delving in under the flimsy band of her panties . . . was investigating the soft down of her pubic hair.
"Ooooohhhh, the sun feels so good on my body," she cooed. 'Tm so glad I decided to come down to the beach this afternoon. Nice, so nice. .
Her hips undulated gently upward, thrusting her cunt-mound up in search of the probing hand that was inching down inside her panties.
Ann was back in the dream-world she had been exploring before the boys' arrival. Only now, with the added influence of the dope, her senses were more aroused, her imagination wilder.
The two boys touching her near-naked body were no longer just a couple of school friends.
They were brace, exciting, handsome men who were going to bring her pleasure such as she had never known before. They were going to violate her defenseless young body, take her against her will.
But her reward would be all the erotic adventure and excitement she had been craving so long.
"Oooohh, what are you doing to me?" she moaned dreamily. But she didn't open her eyes. She made no move to stop the hands caressing her ripe tits and smooth tummy.
The girl's erotic excitement was driving the boys to a peak of frenzied stimulation.
Tom could feel the blood pounding in his cock as his fingers probed the wispy softness of her pubic hair. Remembered pleasures suddenly got the better of him.
He poked his finger all the way into the crotch of her panties and found the yielding fleshy moistness of her cunt. He shoved, burying the finger to the hilt in her clasping pussy.
"Oooo-aaueeeee!" Ann wailed, tossing her long blonde hair from side to side on the sand. She didn't open her eyes, but the dreamy expression on her face had grown more intense, more lustful.
She began to thrust her cunt upward, forcing the finger to stroke in and out of her clutching pussy-hole.
His eyes wide with disbelief, Tom followed her lead. His finger sawed rapidly in and out of her cunt. He could feel her juices flowing, soaking his hand.
She was obviously ready.
So was Tom.
His breath coming in sharp quick pants, the young surfer began to unzip the fly of his jeans. He had to manage the task one-handed, for his other hand continued to service the teenager's greedy cunt.
Andy couldn't believe what he was seeing. His buddy's girlfriend was obviously hot to fuck, and she didn't seem to care who saw it.
Gee, maybe she'd let him fuck her too! he thought. He began to rub the bulge in his jeans. He could feel his cock growing under his touch. Just the thought of what her sweet wet pussy would feel like made his prick throb to more rigid readiness.
"Soooo good, it feels so good, Tommy," the blonde was mewling. Her pussy was moving more and more wantonly up and down his juices-slickened finger.
She was feeling an incredible ache up inside her eager young belly. The sheer depravity of her situation excited her intensely.
Here she was, nearly naked, sprawled out shamelessly in front of two teenaged boys. One of them a lover. The other a stranger.
Ann was enjoying the sheer titillation of her daring. She wanted to be bold and wanton and sensual. For other girls was the calm monotony of marriage. Ann craved excitement . . . the unusual.
She wanted to be made love to ruthlessly and passionately and endlessly. Her whole body craved pleasure. She could feel the tendrils of lust tantalizing her nerve-endings. Her cunt was flaring open to welcome Tom's intruding fingers.
But she wanted more. She wanted cock.
She wanted to be taken and made to submit to the boys' heedless sensuality. What she wanted was wrong. She knew that. But it would make it all right if the boys forced her. Then she wouldn't be responsible for her dreams becoming reality.
The voluptuous blonde was barely conscious of the crude rationalizations for her behavior going on in her head.
What she was concentrating on was the insistent finger spreading her cunt-lips and soaring far up into her heated belly. She thrust her pubic mound up to meet it, grinding her cunt flat each time against the palm of his hand. She scarcely noticed when Tom pulled her panties down off her hips.
"Oh gawd, it's so nice," she breathed. "My
pussy feels so wet and excited, Tom. It loves what you're doing, baby. Do it some more. Pleeee-se, for me, Tommy."
But all of a sudden it was no longer a slender fingertip pressing against her cuntal entrance.
It was something blunter and thicker.
It was cock.
Tom had pulled his swollen prick from his pants. Now he was forcing the head against her pussy, trying to enter her.
"No, Tom, no, you mustn't," Ann cried softly. But she still hadn't opened her eyes. And her hands made only feeble attempts to push him away. Her features still wore a crazy grin.
"Oh, Tommy, don't make me do this. Don't make me let you put your cock in me," she moaned.
And her cunt thrust desperately up against his cock-head.
"Uuuuhhh, jee-zuz!" the boy grunted. He braced himself on his arms and shoved his cock as far as it would go into the high-schooler's receptive cunt. She was trying to pull her legs together, but
the boy knew it was only a game.
He knew she wanted what was happening at least as much as he did. He forced her thighs
farther apart with his own and began to stroke his cock in and out of her pussy in long smooth sweeps.
"Uunuuhh. Oh, Tommy, oh Tommy. What are you doing to me? Oh gawd, it's good, Tommy, so good. I'm glad you made me do it. My pussy feels so nice."
The boy smiled to himself. He wasn't entirely sure what kind of game it was Ann was playing with herself But he was willing to let her play it. If it meant his getting to fuck her on the cliffside on a sunny afternoon, he was all for it.
He grinned up at his friend Andy, who was momentarily frozen in admiration of Tom's daring.
Andy grinned back and began to unzip his own fly.
"Me next, Tom," he said. "Let me have a go at her after you."
"Sure, buddy," Tom replied. He was feeling very much a man. It was obviously his swelling manhood that had put this shapely beauty beside herself with lust.
He looked down at her desire-twisted face and felt a new surge in his cock. Christ, she was beautiful!
He gazed down admiringly at her full upthrusting tits and her narrow waist. She was really something. And the way her rounded hips ground up to meet his every instroke was out of this world.
"Uuuuhh, ooohhhh. Yessss, oh Tommy, like that. Do it to me like that. Uunuhhhh, fuck my pussy!
Make me feel good, baby!"
In her lust-distorted brain, Ann was reveling in the sheer perversion of being driven out of control by her desire. She wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked by one boy while the other looked on. She wanted to be filled up with cock till she couldn't think straight.
"It's good, Tommy. Ah, man, yessss. OoooLh, your cock is so nice and hard, baby. Uunuhh,that's the way! Harder! Do it harder!"
What Ann didn't know was that the way she was grinding her hips up was driving the boy to climax. Her cunt felt like molten honey churning around his sensitized cock. He couldn't hold on any longer. He had to shoot up into her.
"Uuhh, jee-zuz, Ann baby!" he grunted. "Ah fuck, I'm cumming in you, Ann! Oh, your pussy grabs my cock so nice! Ahhh, shit-t-t!"
The young blonde could feel the hot flood of his jism inundating her cunt. She felt a momentary pang of disappointment, but then she remembered that all was not lost.
There was Tom's friend.
Gently but firmly, she pushed the sated youth off her. She opened her eyes and looked up at Andy.
"I need it some more, Andy," she said. "Will you fuck me now.
The question was unnecessary. She could see his swollen cock held willing and ready in his hand. It thrilled her to think that she couldn't have stopped him from fucking her, even if she had wanted to.
Without hesitation, the blond surfer climbed on top of the girl in his friend's place.
He guided his cock to the semen-soaked hole of her cunt and shoved.
"Uuuuhhh!" he grunted. His eyes closed as all his senses succumbed to the first ecstasy of
penetration. "Jee-zuz, what sweet pussy," he moaned.
He began to stroke his cock in and out of her cunt. His rhythm was brisker than Tom's had been.
And Ann noted with delight that his cock was thicker and longer. Her cunt really felt filled. Every inch of her pussy already throbbed with the excitement of Tom's rhythmic fucking. Now she was ready for a harder, brisker pace.
"Oh gawd, do it to me!" she wailed in a voice
that was scarcely coherent. "Oh Andy, your prick feels so good in me! Fuck me, baby,. fuck me!"
She wrapped her legs around the boy's back and pounded on him with her heels, goading him on to greater speed. She was riding him like a jockey. Her cunt thrust desperately up to meet every long filling stroke of his pulsing prick.
Tom's pride had been wounded slightly when he saw how quickly Ann had replaced him with his friend. But disappointment gave way to lust as he knelt beside the lewdly humping couple and watched Andy fuck his thick prick into her soaking, cunt.
"Jee-zuz, you sure know how to move those hips, Ann," he gloated. In his excitement, he
reached out and began to tweak the nipple of one swollen breast. He felt the nipple growing in response to his touch. It stood up hard and inviting.
Without thinking, Tom bent forward and began to suck her tit. He felt her hand stroking the back of his head as he labored.
"Oh Tommy, your mouth on my tit feels so good, baby," she moaned. "Oh yessss, so nice, so nice."
The adventurous schoolgirl felt incredibly
titillated by the mental image of herself lying naked on the sand while one boy sucked. her tit and another fucked her cunt.
It was wild and reckless. It was the kind of mindless excitement she had always dreamed of.
And it was wrong. . . horribly wrong. But no, she mustn't let herself think about that.
Tom's mouth sucking her tit sent waves of arousal down to meet the hot excitement in her pussy.
Her entire body was trapped in the glow of her erotic abandon.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried. "Oh gawd, shit, I love it! Pull on my titties harder,Tommy! Ah, jee-zuz, it's beeeautiful!"
"Oh gawd, Ann," Andy grunted breathlessly. "You're incredible. What a cunt! Jee-zuz, it's-got hold of my prick like it'll never let go. Shit, it's so sweet. . ."
Beads of sweat stood out on the boy's forehead, soaked the back of his shirt. Still he labored, shoving his swollen cock again and again into the teenager's wet welcoming cunt.
Then at last he could go on no longer.
"Oh Christ, oh shit, gawd, Ann, I'm cumming in you," he moaned. "I'm filling your sweet pussy, baby! Uunuh, uhh!"
The thrill of having this boy to fill her cunt with his cum drove Ann to the brink of her own climax.
"Oh cripes, fill me up, Andy! Uhhh, I can feel you cumming in me! It's so good . . . aaaabh, I'm . . . I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!"
Her hands gripped Tom's head to her breast as she thrust her cunt up again and again to work out the heated agony of her orgasm. It seemed an eternity to the young blonde before the last of the lustful demons was driven from her belly.
But finally she had nothing more to put out.
She was spent.
She lay back and reveled in the sweet afterglow of physical fulfillment. Long moments passed before at last she opened her eyes.
The boys had already put their cocks back in their pants and were looking at her with
embarrassed sidelong glances.
"Well?" she asked in a challenging voice that sought to conceal her own embarrassment. Now that the urgency of her physical hunger was gone, she began to feel the burden of guilt.
What must these boys think of her?
What should she think of herself? Her behavior had been unforgivable.
She'd acted like a common . . . like a prostitute.
"Well, Ann, we got to be going," Tommy said. He was already easing himself down along the cliffside.
"Yeah, see you later, Ann," Andy muttered.
Then they were gone. Their heads disappeared over the edge of the grass-bordered abutment on which Ann lay.
The girl was tempted to stop them, to beg them not to tell anyone what had happened.
Gawd, what would the other kids think if they knew what she had done?
Now that the effects of the dope were wearing off, the girl felt lonely and frightened.
She had just discovered something about herself that she did not know how to handle.
Not only did she dream wild dreams.
But she was perverse enough to make them reality.
She was as frightened of her own inner self as she was of the opinion of others.
Would that perverted side of her ever rise to the surface again?
She could only hope not.
A gnawing feeling of foreboding told her she had better watch her step from here on in.