Chapter 9
Tina Franklin got through the day nicely. There was a nice junior who started teaching her to surf and she didn't think of anything but the difficulty of standing on the board for about two hours. She did entertain thoughts of taking the boy off to bed, but they were not strong thoughts.
Late in the afternoon, pleasantly tired from her exertions in the surf, beginning to feel the effects of the ever present beer, she lay on the sand and remembered her plan.
She approached the thing carefully and painstakingly, savoring the awareness which grew when she thought of sex. The slumbering beast stirred inside and she thought nice thoughts about kissing and caressing and other things. She spent some time, early in the evening, with a mixed group who sang college songs, and then she began to squirm with impatience to start something. She had been thinking off and on all day about her plans for the night. Seven years of frustration were behind the surge of passion she felt when she decided it was time to begin.
There was an unusual feeling of wrongness in her. She knew it wasn't normal for a girl to set out actively in search of what was vulgarly known as a gang bang, but she had rationalized all that the night before. There was, she felt, nothing wrong with her which one massive release wouldn't cure. If she could find the key just one time, then everything would be all right. She would be like other girls men, content to make love with one man.
She looked for Pat Emory to ask for the loan of her car. Pat was slightly drunk, very morose, definitely not in the proper frame of mind to be favorable to her request. Tina didn't speak to her about the car.
Tina went to the motel. Pat's car was in the lot. In the room she shared with Pat and Jean Loras, she found Pat's purse and the key to the car. She removed her bathing suit and took out under things from a bag. On second thought, she replaced the panties and bra and took only a skirt and blouse. Going without underwear was deliberately wanton, completely in keeping with her plan. As she left the room, her breasts bounced under the thin blouse.
She drove away from the motel looking back over her shoulder. No one saw her take the car. Pat wasn't in any condition to miss it. With her legs spread for driving, one foot on the accelerator, the other on the dimmer switch, her skirt hiked high on her thighs, she felt a tremendous awareness of her womanhood. She shivered in pleased anticipation before she saw the lights of the pavilion area. She drove past the place slowly, checking to see if what she sought was in the crowd. The parking lot was full. A lot of boys were congregated around the open-air dance area. She saw a car pull out and took the parking space, where she could watch the dancers. She lit a cigarette with shaking hands and watched the young people dance the chaotic, modem rhythms. She played a game, picking out boys whose looks she liked. There were several promising ones. One, a tall, burly football type, seemed to be slightly tipsy. He weaved around the edge of the dance floor pounding people on the back. He seemed to be quite vigorous, a worthy companion for her plan. She wanted him with an intensity which started throbs inside. She touched herself and felt thrills course through her body.
Luck was with her. The burly football-type split away from the crowd. He was followed by a group of four others. Two of the boys had already been picked by Tina as possibilities. She judged the boys to be seniors in high school, with one possible exception, a smallish boy with glasses who was shorter and thinner than his companions.
For a moment, she thought they were headed toward the car immediately next to her, but they turned aside and climbed noisily into an older car three spaces away. She started the convertible as they backed out, and followed them from the parking lot. Five of them. Really too many, but perhaps she could separate two or three of them from the others. It didn't matter, really, with passion flooding her. The way she felt she could accommodate an army.
Black smoke poured from the exhaust of the older car. The largest boy was driving. Tina was able to keep pace easily in the newer, more powerful convertible. She blinked her lights rapidly to attract their attention. They were on a populated stretch of the beach road, the ocean on the right, cottages and motels on the left. She saw white faces through the rear window of the car ahead of her and she blinked her lights again, several times. The old car slowed and pulled to the side of the road. Tina looked around quickly. People were swimming in a motel pool directly across the road. She passed the car slowly, waved, beeped the horn. The old car roared off in pursuit as she went past. They came to the end of the of the settled district and Tina slowed. The other car pulled up even with her. She could see them clearly. They leaned out the windows, and yelled and whistled. She smiled and swallowed a great lump of anticipation in her throat.
"Hey, doll!"
"Lonely, baby?"
"Wow!"
Wolf whistles.
She stopped on the shoulder of the road. The old car went by, braked with stop lights gleaming, roared in reverse to stop directly in front of the convertible. She tried to control the shivering of her limbs as she watched them pour out of the car. The biggest one reached the driver's side first, followed closely by the smaller one with glasses. Another one leaned on the rear-window ledge and two of them climbed into the front seat from the other side of the car.
"Well, hello."
"You lost, doll?"
"Any more like you at home?"
"Hi," Tina said, her voice quivering. "Hello." Five of them.
"What are you doing out all alone?" He was a nice looking boy, the one sitting beside her.
"Just scouting," she said.
"Your search is ended," he said. "Let's ditch these jerks."
"It wouldn't be polite to leave your friends," she said.
"Don't listen to him," another one said.
"We could all go for a ride," Tina said, her heart pounding. She desperately wanted to get underway. They looked at each other questioningly.
"I dig," the big one said.
"Let's go in your car," Tina said. "Where can I park this one?"
"Best place is back at the pavilion," the one next to her said.
"All right," Tina said, her insides melting with the want.
"We're gonna park her car at the pavilion," the one next to her said. "You guys pick us up there."
The big one grumbled something and went away reluctantly. Tina's hand was shaking so badly she had trouble finding the ignition key. The boy next to her was studying her face curiously.
"Why don't we ditch those guys?" he asked.
"Good idea," the other one said.
"I like crowds," Tina told them. She had her opportunity to cut two of them away from the herd, but she was lost in lust. She was thinking of the bigger boy and the others, the three who were climbing into the old car and driving away. She felt completely wanton and abandoned, and there were five of them. She was sure that would be the answer. The very thought sent it rippling through her.
"Man," the one next to her said, "what can we do with five guys and one chick?"
Tina took his hand and pressed it against her breast. He inhaled sharply when he felt her, free and soft, under the blouse.
"Man," he said.
Tina reached around him and took the hand of the other one, pulling him nearer, putting his hand on her other breast. She closed her eyes and sighed, a hand on each breast.
"We'd better go," she said, fighting the urge to give herself then and there.
The boy next to her continued to mold and press her breast as she drove to the pavilion. She was gasping with her lust. She found a space, stopped, turned to the one next to her and kissed him, hungrily, pulling his face down to hers and using her tongue to force past his lips. The old car pulled up beside them and the boy on the outside got out to whisper something into the window of the old car. Tina pushed the boy away from her and got out. He followed her, his excitement evident.
"Tell the rest of them to get into the front seat," Tina whispered to him.
"You cats get in front," he told the others.
There was a chorus of protest. They were looking at her with open lust, still a little bit doubtful about it all. She smiled at them.
"Be nice," she said. 'Take the front."
Four of them piled into the front seat, the smallest one sitting on someone's lap. She got into the back sat and watched her first choice climb in after her. He sat close, his hands at his sides, until they were out of the lights of the pavilion area. She opened her arms and leaned against him and found his lips. Tremors of delight shook her as he found her unfettered breasts quickly. She was oblivious of the glow of street lights. There was a strained silence in the car. She opened her eyes and saw, by the glow from a passing car, that the boy with glasses was watching with interest.
Tina closed her eyes and lived only for the kiss. She used her hand to find him, and stroked him, flat palmed. He was satisfyingly firm. She was so ready it was torture. She could feel every nerve in her body, could sense the output of her love glands, lubricating her, oiling her flesh for the coming delights.
"Take my clothes off," she whispered. She raised her arms and he lifted the blouse away and then she pushed his head forcefully to her breasts, holding one peaked mound in her hand to guide it to him, throwing her head back in ecstasy as lips covered her and his warm-wet mouth sucked hungrily. She took her hand from her breast and slipped her skirt away. She let the garment fall to the floorboard. His breathing was rapid, his hands clutched at her, feeling breasts, bare hip softness, reaching into the oiled pocket of heat to push her legs open and send a wonderful, delightful thrill to her core.
She pushed and tugged until she was on her back, one leg hanging off the seat, the other curled, clutching, over the top of the rear seat. She was spread, open, her soft legs parted, her dark womanhood willing the coming impalement to be swift. He struggled with his clothing and came to her with his trousers wadded around his ankles. She felt him, hard and hot, tipped with a drop of moisture. She arched her back and took him swiftly into herself, and there was the wonderful rhythm of desire moving faster and faster and it was heaven, glory, bliss. She knew that this was the night. Tonight, she told herself, I break, blow up, find the key. The rubbery stretching began and grew taut and she lost her sense of motion. She was unaware that the car had stopped as she lunged upward toward the glory of puncture, to feel hardness slip through parting, tender tissue.
She was feeling wonderful when he climaxed, pumping in youthful vigor. She savored the throbbing feel of his release, let her body drink his passion hungrily, because there were four more and she didn't have to feel let down. She kissed him and pushed him away. The smaller boy with glasses was staring at her, wide eyed.
"Come here," she said.
"Hey," someone protested. Her first was standing outside the open door, pulling on his clothing. The smaller boy scrambled over the seat. He didn't know how to kiss, but he was willing to learn. She gave her tongue and wetness and found his hardness. He was gasping. She helped him slip out of his clothing. She lay back and reached for him, put one hand between their bodies to guide him. He was small and hard. She took up where she had left off, elevated beyond reality by sheer lust, by the wild, wanton need in her. She humped her soft buttocks and strained to feel the most of the small instrument inside her. The boy went with a quickness which startled her.
"I'm next," the big one said, getting out of the car. He came to the open rear door, pulled the smaller boy away. His fly was open. He was huge and she wanted him. But she told him, "No. I'm saving you."
It would be fitting that she finish with him, because she felt that for the first time in a lifetime of need, she was going to finish.
Another, the third, came to her. He was bigger and harder. She was lunging and lunging and feeling that surge of lust which had to, which absolutely had to, precede the glory of full climax. Then there was the fourth, and more pumping and throbbing inside her, and her breathing was a continued gasp. Her body screamed with pure need. She spread her well-used, enriched womanhood for the last one, the big one, and he was pumping deeper than any of the rest, touching her womb, her very deepest sensitivity. He pounded her cruelly, but she took it and begged for more, rolling up onto the small of her back to give him entry to his very base. He was on his knees, lunging into her with brute power and force. She was near, so desperately near. But it would not come. He was hurting her. The pain was replacing her passion and she was sobbing with each thrust, for she could not, would not, give up after coming so far.
There were five of them. They were young, vigorous. One of them was virgin and the others had never experienced anything like Tina. Long after her need gave way to deadness and pain, they came to her, taking turns, going into her again and again. The small one, the ex-virgin, had her three times, each time quickly. The others pounded and throbbed massively inside her. She lay spread-eagled for them, unmoving, weary, taking them into her ripeness and not even caring. Nothing mattered because she knew, once and for all, that it was hopeless. Yet, she would not ask them to stop. It was as if she, in taking them in pain now, was accepting her punishment. She cried silently and felt, through the pain, that great deadness. She could hear them talking, but she couldn't move. She was under tons of weight, pressed downward into the soiled upholstery of the old car, her legs spread wide and aching, her body throbbing with pain. She tried to move, at last, to ask them to stop, but an overwhelming blackness kept her pinned to the seat.
"Hey," one of them said, leaning over her. "Are you ready to go back now?"
She couldn't speak. She shook her head, no.
"She must be nuts."
"Maybe she's doped up."
"Spanish fly or something."
The bigger one produced a pint bottle.
"I think we ought to take her back. We could get into trouble."
"Not yet," the big one said. "Not before I screw her one more time."
She felt his weight, his massive penetration. She couldn't move. He lifted her legs, cocked them over his shoulders to pin her in a fetal position. He was huge and it hurt and she couldn't breathe. When he was near, his blows increased in force and she began to grunt with pain. When he welded himself tightly to her and spewed his passion far into her interior, she screamed.
"What did you do to her."
"I didn't do nothin' to her. No more than you did."
"I don't like this. She's out cold."
"Me, I say we bug out of here."
"What about her."
"Yeah, we can't just leave her here."
"Who says we can't. No one saw her with us."
"She might die or something."
"Naw, she'll be all right."
"The least we can do is take her back to her car."
"Right there in the lights?"
"Someone would see us, sure."
"Well, listen you guys. We gotta do something. How about I go get her car and bring it down here? We can put her in it and leave her. When she wakes up, she can drive away."
Tina was unaware of being lifted from the car. She felt nothing as they placed her carefully atop her skirt on the grass of the roadside. The car roared away, leaving her unconscious, lying prone, nude, before the frightened gaze of four young men.
"Should we put her clothes back on?"
"Let's wait until they get back with the car."
Two cars came down the dirt road.
"She still all right?"
"She's breathing, ain't she?"
"I don't like this. I wish we hadn't done it."
Obscene laughter. "You got yours, didn't you, Shortie?"
"I still don't like it."
"I liked it. I liked it a lot." The big one. "I think I might like a little more of it."
"Knock it off, for Christ's sake."
"Yeah, let's get the hell out of here." 'We'd better keep quiet about this, in case."
"Goddamned right."
"First one says a word about this, I knock his ass off."
They lifted her into the front seat of the convertible and threw her skirt and blouse over her. After the old car was gone, it was dark and quiet on the back road. After a short silence, the night insects began singing again. Tina didn't move. The skirt didn't cover her. Her well-used womanhood gleamed wetly in the light of the moon. One symmetrical breast was uncovered, pointing perkily toward the ceiling of the car.