Chapter 3
It had been more than two weeks since Ann fucked the teenagers on the cliff side
But that act had been uppermost in her mind ever since.
Everywhere she went, whomever she was with-it haunted her.
She thought she saw her friends snickering behind her back. She was sure they were all gloating over what a pervert she was.
But she didn't dare confront them about it.
That would have been admitting something she could not admit.
That she had no sexual morality.
That she would do anything to get her rocks off.
One fact was definitely more than guilty paranoia. Although Ann had always been popular with the boys, never as much as over the last two weeks. Every time she turned around, there was another guy begging her for a date.
And she had turned every one of them down.
She didn't trust herself. She was afraid the dark side of her nature might surge to the fore again.
So she had been spending her time studying and going to her Young Citizenship League
meetings. Her uncle and aunt, who had been her legal guardians since the death of her parents eight years earlier, were delighted with this new sober side of Ann. Though they had always approved of her young friends, they felt she spent entirely too much time away from home.
To know their young ward was safely in her room studying these evenings was a comfort and a joy to them.
"The girl's finally growing up," Ann overheard her uncle say.
And she had agreed with him. She was beginning to realize that her wild daydreams could only lead to trouble. And, brave as she was, the young blonde wasn't ready for that kind of trouble.
The thought of being different from everyone else was just too scary.
But the girl had not lost her taste for nonsexual adventures.
It was Easter vacation and she decided to go up north to visit her best friend who had moved away two years earlier. She told her uncle and aunt that Marcia was expecting her, and they gave her the bus fare for the trip.
In fact, Ann had not forewarned her friend. She intended to surprise her. And to provide for any unforeseen possibilities, she would have the bus fare.
For she had decided to hitchhike up north.
She took a local bus up to the next town, to be sure she wouldn't run across anyone who knew her who might squeal to her relatives.
The first three rides offered her either were not going far enough or looked too weird. The fourth vehicle to stop was a brand-new Chevy van with a desert mural painted on the side. Ann was impressed.
There were two teenaged boys in the front. Both of them cute, Ann noted at once from force of habit. She noticed their eyes looked a bit strange, but their manner was very pleasant.
And they were going even farther than she was.
She decided to ride with them. It would be fun to talk to some new kids for a change.
"You from around here?" the driver asked her. He was a handsome blond youth of about sixteen.
Ann liked his smile. It seemed so open and friendly.
"Yeah, I live just a few miles south of here," she told him. 1 needed a break though. Thank goodness for Easter vacation. It'll be good to see some new places for a change."
The boys asked her about the area. How was the surfing, the local scene, the dope supply?
Ann was enjoying the conversation. The driver did most of the talking. His friend, who said his name was Eddy, was much quieter. But when he spoke it was with authority. Ann guessed he was a year or two older than she was.
She was aware of his cold blue eyes surveying her closely when she spoke. It made her nervous, but she was flattered. She felt he found her attractive. And he was the best-looking boy she had ever seen. His lean, rugged, hungry features fascinated her.
"Hey, Chip, how about something to smoke?" Eddy said at last.
"Sure, man." The younger boy handed over a carefully rolled joint. Then he winked at Ann.
"You're going to like this stuff," he said. "It's good weed.'
"Great," Ann said happily. "I haven't had any really good stuff for a while. Things have been pretty dry lately."
Ann was feeling carefree and happy. She was enjoying herself. She was far from home-going farther all the time-and in good company. It would be fun to get high, she decided.
Far from her mind was the memory of what had happened the last time she smoked.
By the time the joint was gone, all three of the young travelers were feeling good. It had been about four hours now since the boys had picked Ann up. They were approaching the town that was her destination.
"Gee, it'll be good to see Marcia," Ann giggled.
"Who's Marcia?" Eddy asked carelessly.
"I told you. She's the friend I'm going to visit."
"Oh yeah. She going to meet you someplace?" Eddy eyed her closely.
"Oh no," Ann replied innocently. "She doesn't know I'm coming. It's going to be a surprise."
The older boy relaxed. "Oh yeah . . . great. It'll be a real good surprise. Surprises are sure fun."
Ann thought she detected a strange sarcasm in Eddy's voice, but she couldn't be sure. She
looked sidelong at him, but he was staring straight ahead, apparently intent on the road.
"Turn here, Chip," he said abruptly.
It was almost too late for the turn, but by veering the van sharply to the right, Chip was able to make the exit ramp. He turned right onto the cross road and headed east.
"Hey, where are you guys going?" Ann asked. She struggled to suppress a little twinge of fear.
"We thought you might enjoy a little detour," Eddy said dryly. "There's some great woods near here. They're just right for fucking in. Nobody ever comes around."
Ann's jaw dropped open. "What!" she gasped. "Hey, let me out of here! I told you where I'm going. And that's the only place I want to go."
She tried to crawl across Eddy and reach for the door handle.
"Forget it, kid," he said. "You try to get off at this speed and you're dead meat." He grabbed her shoulder and made her look at him.
"Don't worry, baby." He was half smiling. "We're not going to hurt you. We just want to play with you for a little while. Then we'll let you go. Honest."
Ann stared at him with wide, terror-stricken blue eyes. She was shaking, and he had to hold her hard to keep her from grabbing for the door again.
"Look . . . goddamn it, girl, look at me."
His voice was so forceful, she had to obey.
"I'm not going to let anything really bad happen to you. Don't worry." He chucked her under the chin. "You know something?" he said. "Deep down, I think you're our kind of girl. You're gutsy.
That's what we like. Who knows? Maybe we'll be friends for life."
Ann wanted to laugh contemptuously, but she couldn't find her voice. What amazed her was that the expression in his eyes was dead serious.
He looked so handsome to her, she almost forgot for a moment that he apparently intended to rape her. She felt a strange little surge of emotion in her belly. She wasn't sure what to call it, but she was afraid it was desire.
Gawd, what kind of pervert falls in love with her rapist? she thought desperately. She turned her eyes away. She couldn't bear to look at him any longer.
He put an arm around her and held her tight to him, as though they were boyfriend and girlfriend out on an afternoon drive.
They drove on in silence. Strange thoughts assaulted Ann's mind, then ran off again. She dared to hope that they might change their minds. They looked like such nice guys. But the compelling strength in Eddy's grasp told her better than any words that his mind was made up about what he wanted to do to her.
Again she felt the odd little tingle in her belly.
He was so pretty to look at. How could he be a. . . a pervert?
After several minutes, Chip began to make casual conversation again, as though nothing at all unusual had happened. He talked about the scenery and about the terrific Mexican lunch they'd had just before they picked her up.
"That's one of the reasons we waited this long to get down to the fucking," he explained. "It's kind of hard to get into it with your belly full of tamales and burritos."
Ann looked at him incredulously. He looked so
innocent. He looked like class president and valedictorian. Could he really be so cold and
calculating about something as depraved as picking up a girl from the streets and using her to satisfy his sexual desire?
He talked about fucking her as though it were nothing more than going to another restaurant.
"You're crazy," she said, before she could think better of it.
He turned and smiled at her. . . a gentle, blond-schoolboy smile.
"You better watch who you're calling crazy," he said. "That's an awful pretty face you got there.
You wouldn't want to see it mashed against a tree trunk."
"Cool it, Chip," Eddy said in a calm, quiet voice.
Ann looked at him. He was watching the road again. Without looking at her, he reached over and pulled down the fly of her jeans.
He squirmed a finger in past the barrier of her panties and began to investigate her fear-moistened pussy-slit.
Ann tried to wriggle away, but it was no use. His other arm held her fast.
"Please," she moaned, trying to keep her voice under control. "Please don't do this to me. Let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone. Uuhhh . . ."
Despite her better intentions her treacherous body was trying to respond to his titillating caress.
His hand on her clitoris was gentle yet insistent. She could feel it swelling, and she fought mightily against the hot surges of sensation shooting through her pinned body.
"How does it feel, boss?" Chip asked respectfully.
Ann thought he sounded like he was talking about new tires or something equally
inconsequential.
"Feels good," Eddy replied in an even voice. "It's sweet cunt, Chip. Real sweet cunt."
He reached forward and opened the glove compartment, pulling out a pint of rum. Despite herself, Ann felt a little pang of regret when his hand left her pussy.
Oh gawd, oh gawd, I can't think like this, she thought. I can't like it. I've got to fight them. They can't do this to me
"Here, take a swig of this," Eddy directed her. He held the bottle to her lips and forced her to drink deeply. Then he took a swallow himself and put the bottle away.
At once his hand returned to the fly of her jeans. His finger began to taunt her clitoris once again.
It moved around and around the tip, then moved on down to the fleshy opening of her cunt.
"Aaaiieeeee! "Ann wailed when she felt his finger soar up into her clenched pussy. Fear and passion struggled for predominance in her mind.
The whole situation was unbelievable. This wasn't like a real rape. Not violent and nasty. This handsome boy was just sitting beside her and holding her and playing with her cunt. She didn't know what to make of it.
Her body, however, had ideas of its own. She could feel her pussy flaring in response to his probing finger. . His touch was compelling but gentle.
Like a lover. He was acting like a lover.
Eddy pushed her down a little in the seat so her cunt was more open to him. Then he began to saw two fingers in and out of her pussy. He buried his face in her neck and began to plant moist kisses along the sensitive flesh beneath her ear.
"Ooooohh," Ann moaned. For a moment the
rush of the alcohol made her forget who and where she was. Her whole body succumbed to the hand tantalizing her cunt.
Reality struck home when he spoke.
"Mmmm, you've got a sweet little pussy, baby," he whispered in her ear. His breath tickled her.
"Shit, I got to fuck it. Okay, baby? It's okay if I fuck you, isn't it! You really want me to, don't you? I think I turn you on, you know that?"
"No, no!" Ann screamed. "Let me out of here! You don't turn me on! I hate you! I hate you!"
He forced his mouth down on hers to stop her screaming. He bit her lip harshly to shock her into compliance. Then his tongue entered her mouth in a long lewd kiss.
Ann began to sob softly, choking as she struggled to break free of him.
"Don't talk like that, baby," he told her at last. His dark eyes looked straight into hers. She couldn't avoid them. "You're not telling me the truth. Now I know that, you understand? No pussy gets this wet if it's not excited."
In the ensuing silence, the only sound was the sluicing of his fingers in and out of her pussy. He moved his head away so she was able to stare at the road ahead. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Dusk was beginning to fall. There wasn't a car in sight. It seemed they hadn't passed more than a handful since they left the freeway.
Ann had never felt more lonely and hopeless in her whole young life.
His fingers continued to work in and out of her pussy. She looked down and realized her hips were jerking slightly in response.
In her desperate fear and excitement, she was seeking solace from the touch of the very man who was torturing her. The depravity of it sickened her.
"Please. .. "she moaned again, but her voice carried no conviction. "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone. I just want to go home."
Aunt Sara and Uncle Chuck's company had never looked so good as it did at this moment.
"We'll let you go, baby. If you want to go, that is. But later. . . "His dark eyes penetrated hers once again. She thought his look seemed almost tender. "First, we got some getting acquainted to do." He turned to his friend. "Do you think you can keep this thing going while I sample the merchandise?
Chip grinned lustily. "Sure, boss. Just keep me posted on the play-by-play. I want to know what I got to look forward to."
Eddy reached into the glove compartment once again and offered Ann another shot of the rum.
She drank deeply. At the moment the alcohol seemed the only buffer between her and her
horrifying fate. Once again her head swam as the alcohol made its way into her bloodstream.
Gripping her tightly by the shoulders, Eddy maneuvered the young blonde out of her jeans and panties. Within seconds she was sitting on the car seat, her bare ass chafing against the plastic cover.
He knelt on the floor in front of her and pulled his cock from his fly.
"You going to be good, baby, or do I have to tie you up?" he asked her.
She looked at him through glazed, uncomprehending eyes.
"Won't you let me go . . . please?" she asked one last time. Her tongue stumbled several times on the words.
"I'm going to fuck you, baby," he told her, his voice tense with passion.
The older boy pulled her down so her ass rested on the edge of the seat. Then he took hold of his swollen cock and aimed the tip at the glistening slit of her pussy. The light was fading fast outside the van, but there was still enough for him to see how her pink pussy-lips shone with her juices.
"Aaahh, uuuhhh," she moaned as she felt his cock-tip pushing against the opening to her cunt.
The alcohol had dimmed her mind enough that she was no longer wrestling so hard with the debasing hopelessness of her situation. There was nothing she could do to help herself at the moment. She was whizzing along a country highway with two men, each of whom probably weighed at least fifty pounds more than she did.
One of them was about to fuck her.
What could she do about it?
Nothing.
She had more or less come to terms with that fact. Now all she wanted was for it to be over. To have them be finished with her so she could find her way back home.
The awful thing was that no one would even be worrying about her. Uncle Chuck and Aunt Sara thought she was with Marcia by now. Marcia didn't know she was planning to visit.
She was caught in a no man's land. With two
weirdos who got their kicks out of taking a stranger and making her do their bidding.
The tears came slowly now. They lingered in the comers of her eyes before trickling down her flushed pink cheeks.
"Please . . . don't," she moaned. His cock was entering her now. She could feel it parting her cunt-lips wide. Suddenly he slammed forward and she was filled to bursting with long swollen cock.
"Aaarrgghhh!" she cried.
But Eddy paid no attention. He began to saw his cock rhythmically in and out of her cunt while his hands pinned her shoulders back against the seat.
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned. He bent forward and kissed her long and hard on the lips. "Oh baby, that's a sweet pussy. Such a sweet pussy!"
"Is it really good, Eddy?" Chip asked excitedly. He was having difficulty keeping his attention on the road. His cock was swelling with the anticipation of the hot cunt Eddy was sampling right now.
"It's a great little pussy, Chip," Eddy said. "She's really something. Shit, my cock feels like it just fell into a vat of honey. Uugghhhh!
"Oooohhh," Ann moaned. She had rested her
head against the seat and was rocking it from side to side, eyes closed, mind clouded to
everything but the sensation in her cunt.
For what Eddy was doing to her was pleasurable. No doubt about it.
"Jee-zuz, I love fucking this hot little twat!" Eddy grunted. He was ramming his swollen cock far up into her cunt on every instroke. "Feels good! Christ, it feels great!"
"Fuck, I can hardly wait for my turn!" Chip exclaimed as he guided the van along the dark road.
Ann's mind was a blur of conflicting emotions, but her body was clearly dominated by only one emotion-lust.
Slowly her cunt began to respond to the older boy's ruthless fucking. She began to tilt her pubic mound up to give his prick easier access to her pussy.
"Aahhh," she moaned. She wasn't sure whether she was expressing her humiliation or pleasure.
Maybe a little of both. The very idea of her humiliation was beginning to give her a perverse kind of pleasure.
"Uhh, what are you doing to me?" she asked
mindlessly. She ran her tongue nervously over her lips.
Eddy saw her tongue part her lips and he bent forward to kiss her once again.
"Christ, you're wet, girl," he told her. "You've got such a sweet wet little pussy. I'm glad I turn you on, baby. We can have some good times together.
Eddy's words had a strange effect on the young blonde.
They seemed to snap the last cords of her resistance. They permitted her to participate
wholeheartedly in what was happening to her. What Eddy said turned her on. He liked fucking her. . . he wanted to do it again later.
Ann wasn't sure what she felt . . . relief that she had a future-any future-or excitement, or pure lust.
But suddenly she began to hump her cunt up against the boy's pelvis with all her cheerleader's strength and exuberance.
"Oh.. . oh, Eddy," she mewled. "Feels good. Feels so good, baby! My pussy feels so hot and excited!"
"Yeah, baby, it's a fiery little cunt, that's for
sure. Christ, my prick feels big as a baseball bat. Uhhh, baby, I've got to fuck you harder... harder."
"Oh yessssss, do it harder! Fuck me harder! Uuuuhhhh! Feels so good: My pussy's all tingly, Eddy!"
Her blonde hair tossed from side to side as she rocked her head against the seat. Her eyes were closed tight, but a slightly crazy grin was spreading slowly over her features.
It turned Ann on now to feel her bare ass-cheeks being buffeted back and forth against the plastic seatcover. Looking for something to hold onto, she grabbed the hem of her blouse and clenched it in her fists. It was the only article of clothing she still wore. Her smooth flat belly and rounded hips were bare to the boy's gaze.
"Oh gawd, like that. Do it some more like that. Uhhh, mmmm, ohh, I love it! I love it!"
The young blonde had never been fucked like this before in her life. The gaunt, handsome Eddy really knew how to use his thick cock. Unlike the other boys she'd made love to, his movements were sure and strong and titillating.
His mastery of her excited her intensely. His
arms pinning her shoulders against the seat felt strong and exciting.
She wanted him to fuck her. To make her feel good. .. better than she'd ever felt in her whole young life.
"Oh, oooohh, gawd, I don't believe it! Eddy, youre so good! My cunt's so hot! Jeez, I can feel my belly's going to explode! Any minute, any minute . .
"Gawd, what a hot twat!" Eddy exclaimed. He pumped his cock as fast as he could in and out of the teenager's open cunt.
"Hey, man," Chip said excitedly, "she's really turning on to you. You must really be doing it to her right."
"Shit, I could tell the minute I laid eyes on her that this was one hot chick. I knew she'd really dig fucking, once we got her warmed up."
A new flash of humiliation invaded Ann's mind for a moment.
Gawd, I really must be a pervert! she thought. These guys could tell just by looking at me. There must be something wrong with me!
That was as far as her thinking went.
It felt good and that was all that counted now.
She wanted that orgasm she could feel building in the pit of her stomach.
"Oh shit, shit... Christ, fuck me, fuck me . . . oh gawd, it's coming . . . I can feel it!"
"Shit, I think she's gonna blow any second!" Chip exclaimed. His eyes were darting busily from the road ahead to the lewdly fucking couple and back again. "It's good timing too, 'cause we're almost at the spot where we said we'd meet the boys."
"Uhh, Christ," Eddy mumbled. "She's going to blow! Man, my balls feel like they're going to bust wide open!".
Eddy's knees were beginning to ache from kneeling on the van floor, but he kept fucking as hard as he could in and out of the blonde's hungry pussy. He could feel her cunt-muscles clutching at his cock with every stroke. The titillation was intense. He wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer.
"Uh, gawd . . . Christ, what a cunt! Move those hips, baby! Jeez, that's it. ."
"Oooohhh, do it to meeee!" Ann wailed. "That's the way! It's feeling so good!" She was slamming her cunt against his groin like
a madwoman.
"Oh yes, oh yessss, oh yessss... I'm cummmmming-g-g!" she cried. She banged her head convulsively back against the seat and screwed her pussy as hard as she could down over his cock.
"Uhh shit, ah fuck, ah piss . . . it's good," she moaned.
Her breathing became less harsh as she began to ride out the slow euphoria of her climax.
Knowing he had brought the girl to orgasm drove Eddy to his own orgasm.
"Uhhh, look out, girl! Here it comes! Aahhhh!" he felt his prick pump out its wet load, far up into her clasping cunt. The release was fiery and intense. He buried his head against her shoulder until he was finally sated.
"Jee-zuz, that must have been something," Chip commented as he pulled into a narrow wooded lane. "I'm glad we're here. I'm sure ready for my turn."
He could feel his prick throbbing inside his jeans.
He drove about a half-mile along the lane and pulled up beside a car that seemed to be
deserted.
Ann was still floating in the stupor of her release when she realized the van had stopped. She felt relieved. At last they had arrived somewhere. Maybe now they would set her free.
But her hopes were soon dashed.
The side door slid open abruptly and two more boys climbed into the back of the van.
"You got one, eh?" a husky-sounding voice said. "Well, get her back here. I'm so horny I could bust.
With little ceremony Chip and Eddy hustled Ann from the front seat and handed her to the other boys. They lay her on a mattress on the floor.
Ann stared at the boys, wide-eyed and uncomprehending. When was it all going to end?