"I'm going to take a leak," Sally Johnson said, turning to the girl who sat behind the steering wheel of the car. "See you later." Jackie watched her sister get out of the car and head for the ladies' room. She couldn't help noticing the way the attendant looked at her sister. Sally was wearing cut-off jeans which showed the full expanse of her well-tanned, muscular thighs. Her blue denim workman's shirt was unbuttoned halfway down the front so the white of her bra was visible. It made Jackie feel very uncomfortable when Sally dressed like that. Men would always stop and look at them. She wondered why Sally didn't notice.
"Fill it up, please," Jackie quickly said to the attendant. Now that her sister had disappeared around the side of the service station, his gaze had shifted to her. It made Jackie feel nervous, even though his eyes couldn't possibly see what was hidden beneath her thick blue sweat shirt. Still, the way she was sitting in the car, her Bermuda shorts pulled a little at the crotch. He had noticed it when he had leaned up against the car door.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, smiling at her. But he stood and stared for another long moment before he went back to the gas pump. When Jackie turned to watch him, she saw that he was still looking at her. She wished that he wouldn't stare like that.
Jackie decided she was not going to sit and be leered at. They had been almost out of gas and so it would take a while for him to fill up the tank. She stepped out of the car and looked at the attendant. "Please check the oil too," she told him. She left him standing by the car and walked haughtily to the office to see if she could find a road map. It wasn't that she really needed one. She knew the way. She just didn't want to be stared at.
When Jackie saw the attendant finally slam down the hood and screw the cap back on the gas tank, she dug into her purse for the credit card her father had given her. She walked back to the car and handed it to the attendant. As he filled out a credit slip, she noticed a hitchhiker coming down the road toward them. He had a knapsack over his shoulder and, although he looked hot and sweaty, his steps were strong and bold.
"Hi," he called, seeing that she was watching him. "You wouldn't happen to be going to Ocean Beach, would you?"
It was exactly where they were going. She and Sally had been invited to spend two weeks at the beach with their cousin, Toni, and her husband, Dave Southland. Jackie looked at the hitchhiker. Despite the beard and the dirty clothes, he had a nice look about him. Certainly he looked a lot nicer than the gas station attendant. She couldn't help liking him right away, even though she was certainly not going to pick up any hitchhikers along the road. A girl could get in a lot of trouble by doing that!
"I'm sorry - " Jackie started to say, but she was interrupted by her sister, who was just returning from the john.
"Yea," Sally called. "Are you going to Ocean Beach too?"
Jackie turned to look at her sister. Didn't Sally realize that the man was going to ask for a ride? Now it was going to be awkward to turn him down without hurting his feelings.
Certainly he did look like a nice person and probably it was silly to think he might hurt them. Not on a beautiful day like this when the sun was shining and the road was jammed with cars, all headed for the beach. Probably she was just being silly, but she couldn't ignore her mother's warning. Her mother had told her never to pick up hitchhikers.
"Want a ride?" Sally offered, catching her completely off guard. Jackie knew she should say something but she wasn't fast enough.
"Sure," the man agreed. "I'll put this in the back."
Before Jackie could protest, Sally had opened the back door and the man had put his knapsack on the floor. When Sally closed the door again, Jackie realized that the man was planning to ride in the front seat with them. Sitting in the front seat, he would practically be able to see right down the front of Sally's shirt!
"Want me to drive?" Sally offered, turning to her sister.
"No. That's okay. I'll drive," Jackie said nervously. She certainly wasn't going to sit next to a strange hitchhiker.
They climbed back into the car. Sally sat in the middle and the hitchhiker sat by the window. "My name's Billy," he said, introducing himself. Jackie wondered if it was right for them to tell him their names, but Sally didn't hesitate.
"I'm Sally and this is my sister, Jackie," Sally told him. "How long are you going to be at Ocean Beach?"
Jackie realized that her sister was being very friendly to Billy and she couldn't help feeling a little pang of jealousy. She had been the first one to talk to him, even if she never would have invited him to ride with them. "I'll be there all summer," Billy told them as he settled back in the seat. "I have a job on a boat."
There was a lot of traffic on the road and Jackie had to pay attention to her driving. She hardly noticed it when the conversation died off. The car radio was playing softly and it was such a nice day. She realized that she had probably been silly to think that Billy would hurt them. Just because he didn't have a car of his own was no reason to think he was a rapist. She decided to ask him what kind of boat he would be working on. She glanced over at him and her heart stopped.
Sally's fingers were resting on the front of Billy's dirty white jeans. In a single quick glance, Jackie could see that Sally was touching a hard lump which bulged out against the white cotton. The hard lump was Billy's penis. Billy had a hard-on.
But Billy's fingers had not been idle. His hand was resting against Sally's long smooth leg, right at the point where the soft inner flesh of her thigh met the faded denim of her cut-off jeans. His hand was practically in Sally's crotch!
Jackie quickly turned her eyes back to the road. She felt horribly embarrassed. What was her sister doing? How could she let a man fondle her like that! And how could she touch him there? Sally had just gotten back from boarding school where there had been no men at all. It was natural that she would want to make some friends. But not like this. What was Billy going to think of her? Certainly he was going to get the wrong idea.
Still, although it was all so wrong, Jackie couldn't help taking another quick peek. Neither of them were paying the least bit of attention to her. Sally knew what a cautious driver she was and probably thought she would keep her eyes on the road. As Jackie looked again, she noticed that Sally's fingers had found the brass zipper on Billy's fly. Sally's fingers were tugging at it, pulling it down. She was actually going to expose that hard lump of cock!
Jackie found it terribly upsetting. What was her sister doing? Had she suddenly gone mad? Still, she couldn't help being a little curious. She wouldn't want to get caught staring at them, but one little innocent peek wasn't going to hurt. She found herself shifting her attention from the road to her sister and then back to the road again.
Sally had Billy's fly open now. Jackie could see that. Sally's fingers were reaching right inside the tight folds of the white cotton pants. She was reaching between the tight fly of his underpants. She was reaching for that hard lump which she had already touched through the thick material of his pants. Sally was reaching for his prick, touching it with her fingertips.
Jackie saw that Billy's hand was now wedged firmly against Sally's crotch. He wasn't trying to take her pants off. He just kept rubbing his hand up and down against the tight crotch of Sally's jeans, up and down the full length of her pussy.
Jackie couldn't help wondering what Sally felt, with Billy's hand rubbing against her like that. At times, when she had lain awake in her bed late at night, she had touched herself like that. Of course her mother had warned her that it was wrong. Usually she was able to stop after she had just touched herself a little. But there had been times, very embarrassing times, when she just hadn't been able to control herself. There had been times when, all alone in her bed, she had poked a finger between the golden-fringed lips of her pussy and had rubbed herself until the warm spasms of an orgasm spread over her young body. She wondered if Sally was going to have an orgasm now.
Of course, it would be hard to tell. Particularly since she couldn't take her eyes off the road for long. But now she saw something appear at the opening of Billy's fly. It was the head of his penis. Sally was actually tugging at it, pulling it right out into the open!
His prick seemed to be so long! At times Jackie had wondered what men looked like without their clothes on, and she had even talked about it with her girl friends, but she had never imagined that it could be anything like this. It was long and hard and threatening. It was swollen with blood, ready for action. Jackie couldn't help wondering how something so big could ever fit inside a woman's little pussy. This, she had learned in sex education class, was what happened when two people made love. But the models they had used in those classes were nothing like this! She wondered if perhaps Billy was unusually large.
His prick stood straight up from the fly of his pants. Sally's fist wrapped around it and she slowly raised and lowered it on the upright pole. Jackie could see Billy's foreskin being stretched taught every time Sally's hand pulled down against his hairy balls. Billy watched Sally out of half closed eyes. He was obviously enjoying what she was doing.
Jackie remembered what she had learned in school about men, and about how they ejaculate semen. Although the teacher hadn't mentioned it in class, all the girls had known that men could do it by themselves. It was called jacking off. One girl's brother had told her that men did it a lot. But they had never talked about this, about a woman jacking off a man. Yet that was just what her sister was doing to Billy. Jackie watched, waiting to see what would happen.
Jackie drove in the right-hand lane, slowly and carefully so she wouldn't get into an accident. She wished she could turn the rearview mirror so she could see without turning her head all the way. But it would have been too conspicuous. They would have seen that she was watching them and they would have stopped. Of course, they should stop. They should stop before they went too far. But Jackie couldn't help wishing they would go on just a little more. She couldn't help feeling very excited by what was happening in the front seat right next to her.
Sally's hand was moving faster now. Billy's cock was getting red from the friction. Yet although his prick looked sore and angry, Billy was not complaining. He just kept rubbing Sally's crotch with his hand.
Suddenly it happened. The tiny hole at the tip of Billy's cock erupted in a gush of thick white semen. Cum, the girls had called it. Cum squirted from Billy's cock in a powerful jet. It fell back into Billy's lap and covered Sally's hand. His cock gushed again and again until Sally's fist was covered with lumps of the white lava. Jackie watched it run down Sally's hand toward her wrist.
A passing car honked at them and Jackie quickly turned her eyes back to the road. She had to step on the brake quickly to avoid the other car as it cut in front of her. Although she shouldn't have done it, she couldn't help leaning on the horn. The sound seemed to bring her sister back to her senses.
"Have you got a hankie?" Sally asked. Jackie couldn't help but turn and look.
And of course she saw it. She saw it all. Billy's rapidly weakening prick, which still had thick semen trailing from the tiny hole in the head; Sally's hand, covered with his load; and Billy's own hand, still resting against Sally's twat. Sally seemed to know that Jackie had been watching. Billy seemed to know too. He was just sitting there with a contented look on his face, making no effort to cover his exposed prick. Neither of them seemed to have any shame or decency. They were just sitting there as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"In my purse," Jackie told her sister. She flushed as their eyes met for a brief moment. Quickly she turned back to the road. Her face was red with embarrassment. She felt totally humiliated at being forced to witness such degraded behavior. They had no right to do it. Not in front of her. They were like animals, unashamed. Worst of all, it had given her a moist sensation between her legs, a sensation which just wouldn't go away. Her pussy felt wet and gooey and so terribly... nice!
It was evening when they reached The Pines. This was as far as they would go today. Otherwise, if they tried to make it all the way to Ocean Beach, it would be too late at night when they arrived. Billy seemed to know about The Pines. It was a rooming house where all the kids stopped on their way to the beach. He told them that the woman who ran it was very strict about what went on there, but, since it was the cheapest place around, the kids all stopped there anyway. Even though she was strict, she was only one person, and with fifty or more kids in the house, she couldn't keep an eye on everything.
Sally seemed to find Billy's description very amusing but Jackie couldn't help feeling sorry for the woman. She was just trying to keep her rooming house decent. Why should they make fun of her for that? Still, it was two against one and she didn't want to argue with them. She still felt uncomfortable about what had happened before.
When they parked the car in the sandy lot outside the house, Billy got out and said good�bye to them. He promised that he would meet them later but, if the lady who ran the place saw them all together, she wouldn't rent them a room. That was the way she was.
They watched Billy head across the road to the diner. He would come back and register after they were safely inside. Jackie felt a little nervous about the fact that they would all be staying in the same rooming house, but there really wasn't anything she could say about it. After all, there was no place else for him to go.
Jackie followed her sister up the well-worn front steps and into the front hallway which now served as a lobby for the rooming house. They were met by two elderly women who looked at them very sternly, as if they thought it was wrong for two young girls to be traveling without their parents.
"We'd like a room for tonight," Sally told them, sounding just a little bit snippy. Jackie sensed that Sally had taken an immediate dislike to both of them. "We have rules here," the younger of the two said after looking them over carefully. "No beer, no men. Lights out at eleven. No noise in the rooms. No fooling around. Anyone that fools around goes right out, even if it is the middle of the night."
Even Jackie was taken back by her tone of voice. Certainly the woman did not make her rooming house sound very appealing. In fact, it was as if she were trying to do just the opposite. Still, Billy had assured them that the place wasn't half as bad as the woman tried to make it sound. Just as long as they stayed away from the woman, they would be all right.
"We know about your rules," Sally said, somewhat condescendingly. "We just want a room."
The woman looked at her sharply. Jackie had the feeling that although she was old and acting a little senile, she was sharp as a whip. "You can't have one together," she finally said.
They tried to argue with her but it was no use. The Pines was already almost full to capacity and, even though they explained that they were sisters, the woman told them they were lucky to get any beds at all. When they agreed that they would take what there was, the woman took their money in advance and handed them each their own key. After they had signed the register, she pointed to the doorway which led to the girls' side of the building. They were warned very strictly that they were not to cross over to the other side.
The woman's talk had embarrassed Jackie. She couldn't help feeling that the woman thought all young girls were sluts; that if she had not been warned against it, she would have immediately sought out a male companion and proceeded to have sexual relations in the middle of the hallway rug. It was a nasty attitude. Jackie wondered why the woman thought that way. Probably she was some frustrated old spinster.
Their two rooms were in different parts of the large rooming house and they had to part ways to find their respective places. Jackie noticed that Sally didn't seem to be particularly upset by the way the woman had treated them. Probably some of the teachers at her boarding school were just as nasty minded. Jackie was glad she hadn't gone to Marlene Roberts, even though her mother had wanted her to. Her mother had gone to that same school and she swore by it.
But Jackie liked Lyndale High, even though a lot of boys had been pestering her lately. Some of the seniors had even asked her out on dates but she had known what was on their minds. She had been very careful in picking her dates, but even then she had made a few mistakes. Like the time that Joey Little had tried to put his hands on her breasts when they were watching television over at his house. That had been the last time she had gone out with Joey. Any man who would try to do that to a girl deserved to spend his time... jerking off!
Jackie watched the numbers on the doors. She was headed in the right direction. From the outside, she hadn't realized that the house was so large. Now she could understand what Billy had meant when he had said that the woman couldn't supervise everything that went on. She passed a few girls in the hall and they all said hello to her. There was a friendly atmosphere here, despite what the woman had been like. She hoped there would be a friendly atmosphere like this when they got to Ocean Beach. Maybe they would even find some other kids to play volleyball with.
It was already getting dark out and the light in the hall was very dim. She had a feeling that the two old ladies didn't like to spend a lot of money on things like electricity. Maybe they thought it was better to leave the halls dark so people wouldn't be tempted to play and have fun. It certainly was a curious place.
Jackie found her room and saw that the door was closed. She wondered who the girl was that she would be sharing the room with. She hoped she would be nice. She set her bag down on the floor and fitted the key into the lock. The door swung silently open and Jackie dropped the key back into her purse. She picked up her bag and stepped into the room.
The light was off and in the dark she fumbled to find the switch. But she heard sounds. She was not alone in the room. Someone else was already there. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. If the girl she was sharing the room with was asleep, she didn't want to turn on the light and disturb her. But from the sounds the girl was making, it sounded like she was awake. Yet she hadn't seemed to notice Jackie's presence in the room. Jackie pushed the door closed quietly behind her. She was finally able to make out the bed.
But there were two forms on it, not just one. Jackie looked carefully. There was no doubt about it. She felt her pulse quicken. One of them was a man!
Jackie stood, spellbound. Her eyes fastened on the sight of the couple on the bed. She was becoming accustomed to the darkness now and she could see them. They were both naked. On the floor beside the bed she could see a brassiere and panties. Beside them was a pair of Jockey shorts. On the chair next to the bed there was a man's shirt and two pairs of jeans. Lying next to the chair was a small pullover blouse.
The man's back was to her and he was lying on top of the woman. Jackie could see his hairy buttocks and his long powerful back. He was covering the woman completely with his body, crushing her, but she wasn't complaining. She wasn't complaining at all.
As Jackie watched, she could see the woman's smooth white skin. Her legs were parted slightly and the man was lying between them. Jackie could see her creamy white thighs between the man's dark, well-tanned body. The only whiteness on the man's body was his rear end, which had been protected from the sun by a bathing suit. As she looked, she could see that their bodies were grinding slowly together.
Jackie was frozen. She didn't know what to do. This was supposed to be her room. This was the room where she was supposed to spend the night. She could see the other bed, still made up. It was right next to the bed where the couple lay. It was so close to their bed that she could have reached across from one bed to the other. The woman had said that no men were allowed on the girls' side. But here was a man, right in her own room! A naked man who was lying on top of the girl who was probably her roommate. The man shouldn't have been there and the girl should have put him out. But the girl seemed to want him there. She seemed to want him so badly that she was lying beneath him with her legs spread. She was lying beneath him and they were fucking!
My God! Jackie thought to herself. She was terribly confused. She should leave them and go away. But how would she know when to come back? What if the man was planning to stay there all night? And what could she say to Sally? She couldn't very well tell Sally what was happening. Sally would never believe her. She might go downstairs and tell the two old women. But that might not be wise. They might think she was involved. They might throw both her and Jackie right out of the rooming house! Jackie stood motionless. She didn't know what to do.
As Jackie stood without moving, the motions of the couple on the bed became more pronounced. She could see the man's hips driving against the woman in short jerky strokes. So this is what it looks like, Jackie thought. It seemed nothing like the way they had described it in school. The woman's knees rose off the bed and slowly her feet lifted into the air, as if she were trying to walk on the ceiling. The man was lifting his body higher now. His legs were stretched out stiffly as he balanced on his toes. As their bodies crashed together, Jackie could see the long penis which joined them. It was driving in and out of the woman's pussy. She could see a gob of white cream on his shiny cock. She knew that it was from the woman's vagina. It was just like the cream that her own pussy had made when she had watched Billy and Sally.
The man reached down and seized the woman behind her knees. He lifted her legs and forced them up into her face. With her thighs pressed against her stomach, her twat made a perfect target. Jackie could even see the woman's small brown anus. It seemed so close to the man's thick penis.
"Oh, yes!" the woman suddenly cried. "Do it harder! Ram it in harder!" Her knees were crushing her small breasts against her chest, almost hiding the large brown nipples. The man was trying to accommodate her. His hips rose and fell, faster and faster. The bed was squeaking as their bodies bounced frantically.
"Ohh!" the woman moaned. "It feels so good when you fuck me like that! Make me feel it, honey, make me feel every inch!"
"Christ, baby! You've got the tightest little cunt I've ever been in! Shit, this little snapper is going to take it right off!"
"Afraid?" the woman teased.
"Of what?" the man said without missing a stroke. Jackie would see that the woman's slippery cream was oozing out of her pussy and running down the crack between her legs. It was running right down over her wrinkled little anus; running right down onto the bed.
"Come on, honey," the woman said. "Let me feel it. Let me feel that hot cum!", "You want it," the man panted as he worked on top of her, "you'll get it!" He drove down deep into her. Jackie watched his weight bearing down on her cunt. His thighs pumped harder.
The woman just grabbed him. She was throwing her arms around him, clutching his ass and pulling him tighter against her. She even had one finger on the man's asshole, making little circles around the rim. Suddenly the woman's hips rose off the bed. Despite the man's weight, she practically lifted him into the air. The man's hips locked against her. The tiny bone at the end of his spine twitched in quick spasms. Although Jackie couldn't see it, his balls were flinging their hot load into the depths of the woman's twat.
They broke apart almost as suddenly as they had come together. The woman dropped back to the bed and the man lifted himself off her, extracting his prick from her hairy gash. The man collapsed on his face beside her but the woman continued to lie with her legs spread. Her snatch was split open and Jackie could see right inside it. She could see the foaming cum, mixed with the woman's love cream. She could see it all, white juices against pink cunt. She could see it slowly starting to ooze down where it would leave a wet spot on the bed.
Jackie stepped backward into the darkness of the corner. Had the woman looked now, she would have been able to see her. But the woman did not look. Instead she turned to her lover and put her arms around him. She squeezed her bare knobs against his hairy chest and curled up beside him. Jackie waited for what seemed like forever. Then she knew they were both asleep.
Cautiously Jackie opened the door again. She slipped out of the room and locked it behind her. She was glad to see that there was nobody in the hall. She wondered where her sister was and she realized that she had forgotten Sally's room number. She wondered if Sally would come looking for her. If she did, she was going to get a surprise.
Jackie found the back stairs and quickly hurried down them, out onto the back porch. There was nobody around. It was dark out now and the heat of the afternoon had turned to the pleasant coolness of the evening. Probably most of the other kids were eating supper at the little diner across the road. Maybe Sally was there. Probably she was with Billy. Yes, they had said they were going to get together. Jackie couldn't help feeling very lonely. She realized now that she had left her bags upstairs in the room. Probably when the girl woke up she would find them there. Jackie wondered what she would think. She wondered if the girl would realize she had been spied on while she was making love.
Jackie sat down on the porch steps. She was sorry they had decided to stop for the night. She wished they were already in Ocean Beach, at Toni's little cabin. She had only been there once before, just for overnight, but she remembered how cozy it was. It was set back from the beach all by itself. There were no other cabins in sight from Dave's property. Still, it was only a short walk to the public beach where there were always lots of other kids. Yet when they wanted to they could go swimming all alone. Where the Southlands had their cabin it was very private.
Suddenly Jackie realized her hand was resting between her legs. Embarrassed, she pulled it away. She had been rubbing her clit. In the back of her mind she had been thinking about everything that had happened that day. It must have unbalanced her a little. She had never played with herself in public before!
She rested the hand on her leg where nobody could possibly think she was masturbating. Still, she couldn't help but want to relieve that uncomfortable itch between her legs. Her panties were all wet and clammy. And it wasn't just from sweat. She wished she could go back up to her room and change into some clean clothes, but the other girl would probably still be there. She would just have to wait until later. She would just have to hope the man hadn't planned on staying all night. Otherwise, she would have to sleep in the car.
She heard a door slam on the other side of the building and she turned to look. Although it was dark out, she could tell by the beard that it was Billy. Jackie wondered what he was doing out here. He was all alone.
He saw her and came over to her. "Hi," he called, in the same friendly way he had greeted her that afternoon, before he had acted so terribly in the car. Still, Jackie knew she was foolish to blame him for what had happened. All her girl friends had agreed: A man with a hard penis will do almost anything to get it soft. Of course, it was only what they said. None of them really knew anything about men with hard penises.
"Hello," Jackie said, trying to sound cold enough so he would realize she was angry at him for what had happened in the car. She looked up at him and he looked down at her.
"Mind if I sit down with you?" he finally asked. Although Jackie didn't want to appear too anxious, she was happy he had asked.
"It's a free country," she said, not wanting to commit herself. Billy smiled and dropped down onto the step beside her. "I thought you were going to be with Sally," Jackie taunted, still feeling jealous that he had shown so much interest in her sister.
"That didn't work out so well," Billy said, a little shamefully. "I guess I'm not really very hip."
Jackie waited for him to explain but Billy just sat there, looking down at his feet. She couldn't help being curious about his remark. What did he mean by it? With the full blond beard she was sure he was the hippest man she had ever known. Certainly he was a lot more hip than any of the kids back at Lyndale High, even though he was probably about their age. Billy seemed to be very independent and very worldly. Why was it he hadn't stayed with Sally?
Of course, Jackie didn't know everything there was to know about her sister. With Sally away at boarding school most of the year, they only saw each other when vacation time rolled around. Even then, Sally got invited out to so many parties, she was out with boys most of the time.
Jackie couldn't help thinking it had something to do with sex. Sex was something they didn't talk about much, even though they were sisters, twins at that. Yet their attitudes seemed to be as different as their looks. She was light and blonde, buoyant, was how her friends described her personality. Sally was dark and a little mysterious. Seductive, they called her. The boys had another word for it but they didn't say it to her face. The boys said that Sally was a hot piece of ass.
Probably being away at boarding school had something to do with it. Sally had a very crude way of talking about sex. She talked in gutter language, a language which was even rougher than most of the boys at Lyndale High used. When Toni had invited them to come to the beach for two weeks, the first thing Sally had said was that maybe they would meet some horny studs. Of course, Jackie knew this was just talk, but talk like that bothered her. At least Sally had been decent enough not to repeat her suggestion. Although they were very different, they did love each other.
"Have you seen Sally around?" Jackie asked cautiously, not wanting to embarrass Billy if her sister had stood him up.
"Yeah," Billy told her. "She was with a group of kids."
"What was she doing?" Jackie asked innocently.
"I told you," Billy repeated, a little sharply. "She was with a group. That's not my bag. I'll just take one cunt at a time. You can call me square if you want but I like it that way!"
Jackie blushed crimson. She wished she hadn't asked. Could Sally really be having sex with... a group of people? Probably Billy wasn't really telling her the truth. Probably he was just bitter about something. He sounded bitter enough. Still, it was interesting to think about.
"I'm sorry about what happened today," Billy told her suddenly. He had turned to her and now they were sitting very close together. "I guess I kind of lost my head. When your sister started fooling around with me, I just took it for granted that you were hip. She told me later she just did it to tease you. Christ, I was pissed at her. I know she didn't mean any harm, but still... " Jackie tried to slide away from him on the step but she was all the way over to the wooden rail. She wished he wouldn't talk about the afternoon, not when he was sitting so close to her like this. It made her very uncomfortable. She couldn't help remembering that big cock and how Sally had pulled on it until it shot on her hand. Even now when she looked into Billy's eyes, she kept seeing his cock. She wished he wouldn't sit so close to her.
"You're a nice kid," Billy told her, putting his arm around her. "I like you. I'm sorry that we started off on the wrong foot."
"That's all right," Jackie told him, before she could think of what she was saying. "I like you It was the wrong thing to say. She realized it immediately. It was all right to like Billy, but she shouldn't have said it to him. Not when they were sitting in the dark with no one else around. She felt Billy's arm squeeze tighter around her shoulder. He was drawing her to him, pulling her body against his. She felt his breath, warm and sweet, against her cheek. Then he kissed her. Jackie couldn't help kissing him back.
They turned to face each other and their bodies touched lightly. Jackie felt her nipples tingle as her breasts brushed against Billy's chest. She felt his tongue trying to force its way between her lips. Usually she would never let a man kiss her like this but tonight she couldn't stop herself. Everything that had happened had set her off balance, had made her feel loose and free and willing. She felt Billy's hand caress the downy hair at the back of her neck. When Billy's other hand reached underneath her loose sweat shirt and massaged her bare tummy, she only moaned.
Suddenly they were caught in the glare ol a bright spotlight. The back door banged open and a frantic voice was yelling at them. Jackie turned and looked.
"I told you!" the landlady was crying, loud enough so everyone in the rooming house could hear. "I told you I didn't want no whoring! I run a decent house! I don't stand for no tomcatting around! I won't tolerate no misbehavior! Do you hear me? You, floozy, do you hear me?"
Jackie was so embarrassed that she couldn't even answer. She pulled her sweat shirt back down over her belly and buried her head in her hands. What a humiliating experience! To be caught by such a dirty-minded old woman! It made her feel so low, so cheap. She hadn't meant to do anything bad. Nothing was going to happen. Yet the woman was treating her as if she were a streetwalker who had just entertained a troop of Marines. She hung her head and tried hard to keep from crying.
When the woman finally stopped raving, Jackie raised her eyes and saw that Billy was talking to her. She couldn't hear what they were saying but she could see they were arguing about something. Finally the woman made a few gestures in Jackie's direction and disappeared inside the house, letting the door slam behind her. Billy came back over to her and sat beside her again. This time he did not sit as close to her as before.
"It's all right," he told her. "I fixed it up. We can stay, but we'd better watch ourselves. I'd better be going to bed. It's getting late and tomorrow's a long day for me."
Jackie just nodded her head. She was still too upset to talk. She was thinking about everything that had happened and about how upsetting it all had been. Somehow she couldn't help thinking that everything had been fine until they had met Billy. Somehow, he seemed to cause all the trouble.
"Say, look," Billy said, getting up from the step. "I'll see you in the morning."
Jackie turned to him in a slow, crying rage. How could she forget the humiliation he had caused her! Although she knew she didn't quite mean it, she couldn't help yelling, "I don't ever want to see you again!" Having said it, she jumped to her feet and raced into the house before he could stop her.
"Thank you for the good supper," Jackie said, looking up from the table to her cousin who was now clearing away the dirty dishes. "Can I help you?" she offered.
"No, thanks. I'm going to put them in the sink for now," Toni Southland told her. "I'll do them later. Look, while it's still light out, why don't you kids take a walk down by the beach? Dave's got a few chores to do and I have a few phone calls that I have to make."
"That would be nice," Jackie agreed:"" Are you sure you don't need any help?"
"No," Toni insisted. "Run along. We'll see you later."
"Come on," Sally said, getting to her feet. "Let's look at the water."
Although their mother had taught them to always help out in the kitchen after a meal, even when they were guests, there really weren't many dishes and Toni did seem to have things under control. Jackie was looking forward to getting down to the water. They had arrived at Ocean Beach too late in the afternoon to go swimming, even though they were both hot and sticky from being in the car.
It had been a strange day, Jackie thought as she followed her sister to the door. After the horrible experience with the old woman the night before, she had rushed back to her room, completely forgetting about the other girl. Luckily, the girl's lover had been gone when she burst into the room and the girl had been in bed, half asleep. When she saw Jackie, she was surprised. She had not noticed the bags which Jackie had left in the corner.
Jackie had quickly explained who she was and what she was doing there. She didn't want the other girl to think she was a burglar. But the other girl had just nodded and gone back to sleep. She didn't even tell Jackie her name. That would have been fine. After her horrible experience with the old lady, Jackie really didn't feel like talking. It would have been fine except for one thing. The other girl was sleeping in the bed which had still been made up before. She had left Jackie the bed she had used to entertain her lover.
The sheets were all rumpled and still a little damp from the sweat of the thrashing bodies. The bed had a very sensual odor, Jackie couldn't help noticing. It made her very uncomfortable because she would have to sleep in it.
She almost decided to go back downstairs and sleep in the car. But she couldn't do that. Then Sally would find out and she would have to explain. She cautiously slipped out of her clothes (after making sure the door to the room was locked very securely, so the girl's lover could not return) and then she slipped beneath the covers. She stretched out to sleep. When she rolled over on her side, she felt something wet and slippery. Jackie almost cried out loud. She was lying in the wet spot!
Horrified, she quickly squeezed over all the way to the wall until she was practically falling off the bed. How could the girl do this to her! Perhaps this was why she had chosen to sleep on the other bed. It was terribly upsetting. She had actually lain in the man's thick semen. It had still not dried on the sheet. She had lain in the other girl's sex juice. After everything that had happened during the day, this was the last straw. She couldn't help herself any more. She curled up against the wall and cried into her pillow until she finally cried herself to sleep.
In the morning Billy had been gone. Jackie had been relieved, although she was a little surprised that Sally hadn't said anything about him. She wondered what had really happened between Billy and Sally. Probably she would never find out. She was a little sorry for what she had said to him. It really wasn't his fault that all those things had happened, but still, she was relieved that they hadn't run into him.
There had been so much traffic on the road that they had not reached Ocean Beach until late afternoon. It should have taken much less time to get there but there had been an accident on the road and then several cars, waiting for the wreckage to be cleared away, had overheated and stalled. They were driving their mother's car and it wasn't air-conditioned. It wasn't even a convertible. They had been forced to sit there, sweltering, until finally the police and the wrecker cleared everything away. It had really ruined the day but at least nobody had been injured in the accident. That had made Jackie feel a little better about it.
Toni and Dave had been glad to see them. She had forgotten how pretty her cousin was and it was something of a surprise to see Toni standing on the porch to greet them, wearing only a pair of skin-tight hiphuggers and the halter from a bikini.
Toni's pants were so low that Jackie thought she could see a trace of dark pubic bush curling above the brass snap of her fly. Toni's flat stomach was tanned all the way up to the narrow halter which struggled to conceal her bountiful breasts. Toni explained that these were the only clothes she wore all summer. Ocean Beach was strictly casual.
Jackie knew her mother wouldn't have approved of Toni's outfit, but her mother was always a little stuffy when it came to the way women should dress. Probably that was something she had learned at Marlene Roberts. Still, Sally was dressed almost as casually as Toni. In fact, they looked almost like twins. Sally was still wearing the short cut-off jeans and now she had traded the loose blue workman's shirt for a little blouse with a bare midriff. Their mother wouldn't have approved of that either but Jackie had to admit that Sally looked very good in it.
They had been standing on the porch, talking with Toni, when Dave had come out and greeted them. He was carrying a can of beer in each hand and, without even asking them if they wanted it, he handed them each a can. Although she had never drank beer before, never in her whole life, Jackie had taken the can from him. Actually, he had handed it to her so quickly that she hadn't had time to refuse. She was going to hand it back to him but he had already turned to Sally.
Sally simply took the can he offered her and proceeded to raise it to her lips. She took a deep swallow. Jackie felt awkward and she hadn't wanted to be rude. Although her parents had warned her against drinking, they had also told her that it was rude for a guest to refuse food. She guessed that beer was considered a food since you did buy it at the grocery store. She decided it was only polite to take a little sip. Surprisingly, she found it really did help to cool her off. Although she drank very slowly, she finally finished the whole can.
It was probably foolish, but somehow the beer had made her feel a lot better. Even the one beer helped her to forget how hot and sweaty and miserable she was. It helped her to forget about what had happened the day before. It helped her to enjoy being with Toni and Dave. They were both so mature. Yet they were young enough to be fun. They seemed to understand what it was to have a good time and Jackie knew it was going to be a wonderful two weeks.
"Come on," Sally said, interrupting her thoughts. "Aren't you going to take your shoes off?"
The sandy lawn of the Southland's yard had given way to the pure sand of the dune beyond it. Now Jackie could feel some of the sand catching inside her sneakers. Sally, who had been wearing sandals, had already slipped out of them and was carrying them in her hands.
"Sure," Jackie cried, getting into the spirit of being at the beach. "Look, there's nobody around. Why don't we just leave them here and pick them up on the way back?"
"Hey, that's a good idea," Sally agreed. "I guess you don't have to go to Marlene Roberts to be smart!"
Jackie kicked off her shoes and they made a little pile with them so they could find them on the way back. Actually, they could have run back to the house with them, but the beach was so deserted here it was unlikely anyone would touch them. Barefoot now, they started up the last dune which blocked their view of the water.
"Race you!" Jackie cried as the ocean suddenly came into view. Sally didn't say anything but just laughed and sprinted off toward the foaming surf. Jackie let her get a slight lead and then darted forward. She had always been a good runner and she knew she could catch her sister. Sally smoked a lot on the sly and that cut down her speed. Jackie felt the loose sand grind between her toes as she ran. Halfway to the water she caught her sister.
She couldn't resist grabbing Sally's shoulders and wrestling her down onto the sand. Then, as Sally struggled to regain her footing, Jackie raced off again toward the water. ) - The loose sand turned to damp, hard-packed sand and the wetness cooled Jackie's feet. Sally was up again and Jackie ran just slowly enough so that Sally would almost catch her. Then at the last moment, she stepped triumphantly into the surf. "Beat you!" she called to her sister, who was right behind her. She saw that Sally wasn't going to take her defeat passively. Jackie stepped aside just in time to keep from being pushed into the water. "Spoil sport!" Jackie cried as she rushed for dry land. Sally was right behind her.
But they were both exhausted now from the effort of running through the soft sand. They fell to their knees together and panted for breath. They looked out at the water and watched a small boat, far off in the distance.
"Hey," Sally said. "Want to go in for a quick dip?"
"Now?" Jackie asked. They hadn't brought their bathing suits.
"Why not?" Sally asked mischievously. "There's no one around."
Jackie gulped as she understood what her sister was suggesting. Sally wanted to go for a swim with no clothes on at all!
"Haven't you ever gone skinny dipping?" Sally teased. "I bet you went when you were at Camp Ko-Ko-Mak-A. Everyone went skinny dipping at Camp Ko-Ko-Mak-A."
Of course Sally was right. Although they had not both gone there in the same year, they had both had the same counselors. And they had both gone skinny dipping. At Camp Ko-Ko-Mak-A it had seemed perfectly natural. But they had been little girls then, not nearly mature women like they were now. It had been before they had grown the downy hair on their pussies, before their tiny nipples had swollen into firm young breasts. And at Camp Ko-Ko-Mak-A, they had been way off in the woods. It wasn't anything like skinny dipping at Ocean Beach.
"Come on," Sally taunted. "Nobody can see us. Look, you can see for miles."
It was true. They could see for miles. Way off in the distance was a bend in the shoreline and hidden behind it was the public beach. In the other direction the beach stretched off for what seemed like miles before it disappeared into the growing darkness of the evening. They really were all alone.
"What's the matter?" Sally teased. "Are you afraid?" She gave Jackie a little push which sent her sprawling on her face. Jackie turned in time to catch Sally's leg and trip her before she could run away. They wrestled playfully for a moment. Sally picked up a handful of sand and let it fall in Jackie's hair. Jackie screamed and let a handful of sand fall down the open neck of Sally's blouse. "Oh!" Sally cried, trying to shake the sand out of her blouse. "No more!"
"What's the matter?" Jackie giggled. "You can dish it out but you can't take it?" They both laughed.
They came to a quick truce, but now Jackie was feeling the sand in her hair. She wanted to wash it out. Sally was gritty too. She got to her feet.
"Well, you can just stay here and suffer, but I'm going in the water!"
It had all been so playful that Jackie hardly thought about what she was doing. It was almost as if she were a little girl again, back at Gamp Ko-Ko-Mak-A. She wasn't going to let her sister get one up on her. If Sally was going into the water, she was going too!
Sally was already peeling off her blouse. She dropped it on the sand and reached behind her back for the tiny hooks which held together the straps of her brassiere. Jackie caught the hem of her T-shirt to pull it off over her head. But she paused for a moment to look around again. She may have felt like a little girl but she knew she wasn't. Not any more. The way the service station attendant had stared at her the day before had convinced her of that. Still, Sally was right about there being nobody around. She forgot her fear and stripped off the T-shirt.
Sally's bra came undone and she shook the sand out of it. They both laughed at how much sand Jackie had managed to get inside of it. Sally brushed the sand off her breasts and let them swing free, firm and white above her tanned chest. Only her small brown nipples matched the color of her tan. Before the bra had even hit the beach, Sally was unzipping her shorts.
But Jackie paused as she lay her T-shirt in the sand. She knew she was going to go into the water, but the sight of Sally's swollen breasts made her pause. There was still the possibility that someone could come over the top of one of the dunes. She didn't want to be caught without her clothes on. That wouldn't be good. Jackie decided she would leave her underwear on, even if her sister did think she was a sissy for doing it.
Sally had kicked off her shorts and was peeling down her nylon panties. Jackie looked at her and couldn't help noticing the thick dark curls of her pubic mound. Sally seemed to have so much hair. Sometimes she felt a little jealous of her sister. Although she knew her own pussy was very delicate and feminine, Sally's twat seemed to be so... inviting.
Jackie unbuttoned the front flap of her blue sailor pants and snuggled out of them. They had shrunk-up the first time she had washed them, even though the sales girl at the store had told her that they wouldn't shrink. She hoped they would stretch out a little when she wore them. She folded the pants carefully and lay them on top of her T-shirt. Then she turned to face her sister.
"Aren't you going to take the rest of your clothes off?" Sally asked, standing stark naked as she watched her sister.
"I don't think so," Jackie told her shamefully.
"Well, come on, let's get wet then," Sally said, skipping past her and giving her a playful shove. Jackie stood for a moment and watched her sister's long legs kicking up behind her. Sally's breasts bounced from side to side as she ran. Jackie couldn't help thinking it was a beautiful sight.
Then she was running too. Even though she was still wearing her stiff bra and the cotton panties which came almost to her belly button, she felt free and bold. Sally often kidded her about her underwear. She said that it was old-fashioned. But Jackie wore it anyway. She felt more comfortable in panties that didn't show her pussy, the way Sally's did.
"Last one in's a rotten egg!" Sally called as she dove headlong into the waves. Jackie dove right after her and almost managed to catch her heel as Sally swam away from her. Then they were both in over their heads, swimming and playing in the water.
The water was gentle and relaxing but it was also a bit chilly, particularly now that the sun was setting. They really couldn't stay in very long but it was long enough. When they climbed out of the water again, they both felt cool and refreshed; a little tired, but in a nice way.
"What are we going to dry off with?" Jackie suddenly asked. "We didn't bring a towel."
"I don't know but we'd better do something fast," Sally said, pointing down the beach. Off in the distance, four figures were approaching.
Jackie felt panic sweep over her. She picked up her clothes and was about to step into her pants again but Sally stopped her.
"You'd better take those off," Sally warned, pointing to her panties. "You'll catch cold."
Jackie knew she was right. With her wet panties on, she would probably get a chill. A little breeze had blown up and it was getting cooler out.
Sally had used her ragged shorts to dry herself off a little and now she was slipping back into her bra and panties. Jackie saw that she would have to hurry before the people saw her. She turned her back to them and quickly shrugged off her waterlogged bra. With the freshly pressed pants, she blotted some of the wetness off her body. She slipped into her thin T-shirt, happy for its warmth.
She stepped out of her soggy panties and squeezed back into her sailor pants. Quickly she buttoned up both sides of the front flap. She picked her wet clothes off the sand and held them in her hand. She felt a little embarrassed to be carrying them like that. After all, a girl is supposed to wear her underthings, not carry them around so people can see them.
"Hey," Sally said, looking toward the people who were approaching them. "Isn't that Billy?"
Jackie looked and could make out the blond beard. It was Billy and he was with another girl. They were walking hand in hand. Another couple was walking a few steps behind them with their arms around each other. It was a very romantic sight but Jackie couldn't help feeling jealous, even though she had told Billy she didn't ever want to see him again.
They just stood there as the two couples approached. "Hi," Sally finally called out to Billy as he passed by.
"Hi, Sally," Billy called, but Jackie could see he was looking at her. Where he was looking made her blush. His eyes were right on her breasts. Their eyes met for a moment. Jackie turned away without saying anything. When he had passed, she looked down at the front of her yellow T-shirt. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton. She couldn't help blushing again, even though he was already gone. Billy had been able to see her breasts! It was almost as if she had been naked. Oh, how she hated him. Every time Billy was around, something bad seemed to happen. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, Billy had appeared and had humiliated her.
The two couples were already out of hearing and Jackie turned to look at them. They were headed up one of the tall dunes.
"Follow them?" Jackie asked, but she knew what her sister meant. She wanted to spy on the two couples. Jackie liked the idea. She wanted to sneak up on them and see just what they were doing. But it didn't seem like a good idea. Everything about Billy just seemed to lead to trouble.
"Let's go," Sally said, tugging at her arm a little.
"Don't you want to make sure your boy friend's faithful to you?"
"He's not my boy friend!" Jackie said angrily. "I never want to see him again!"
"What's the matter?" Sally joked. "Lover's quarrel? Still mad because the old bat caught you?"
Jackie gasped. Did Sally know about that? From the way the old woman had been yelling, probably everybody at The Pines knew about it. She wondered if Sally knew she had let Billy kiss her.
"Let's go," Sally said. "Don't you want to see what they're doing? I would if I was in love with him."
"I'm not in love!" Jackie insisted, tearing herself away from Sally's grip.
"If you're not in love, what are you afraid of? Come on," Sally said, starting off in the direction that Billy and his friends had taken.
Jackie was surprised to find that she was following her sister. She was even hurrying a little so she wouldn't get left behind. She did want to see what was going on behind that sand dune. The two couples had disappeared behind it, but they hadn't been out of sight for long. Jackie wondered if Billy was planning to kiss the other girl. She hated her. She hated Billy now but she wanted to see just what was happening. She wanted to see the other girl slap his face! By the time they got to the base of the big dune, Jackie was leading the way.
Cautiously they climbed up the loose sand. They would pretend they were just out for a walk if they should happen to get caught. But probably the couples didn't know they were being followed. Probably nobody ever went up here at this time in the evening. As they approached the top of the dune, they circled around to the side, so they wouldn't be seen from the beach if anyone else came along.
They peeked over the top of the dune and saw nothing. There was a little dip and then another dune. Billy's trail led right over the top of it. Excited now by what they were doing, they hurried on.
As they reached the top of the second dune, Sally suggested that they flatten themselves out on their bellies so they wouldn't be seen. It was more grassy here, and further back from the beach. They pretended that they were Indians, sneaking up on buffalo. They crossed the top of the dune on their bellies and hid in a clump of thick beach grass. They could see Billy and his friends below.
What Jackie saw startled her so badly that she almost forgot they were spying. Sally had to grab her shoulder and pull her flat on the sand. The two couples had broken apart now and they were lying on blankets. Billy's friend had taken his girl behind some little shrubs and they could hardly see him. But Billy was right out in the open. His girl was too.
What had caught Jackie's eye was the fact that the girl was lying on her back. Her dark-blue polo shirt was pulled up over her breasts and they were lying exposed. Even from the distance they were at, Jackie could see that the girl's large brown nipples were hard and erect. The girl was sexually aroused. But this was not surprising to Jackie. Not when she considered the fact that the girl's pants were lying on the sand next to her and that her panties were lying on top of them. It was not surprising because Billy was lying between her bent knees, licking her twat!
My Lord, Jackie thought, what is he doing to her? But she was close enough to see for herself. She could hardly believe it, but her eyes did not lie.
Billy was lying on his stomach with his head shoved into the girl's muff. His hands held her soft white thighs apart so that his tongue could work up and down her pink crack. Once or twice he brushed some of her pussy hair out of the way with his thumb, but even as he did it, his tongue never stopped. He just kept licking.
The girl was clutching Billy's head. Jackie could see that her eyes were closed. Her thighs were trying to close on Billy's head like a vise, and he had to struggle to keep them apart so he could breathe. Then, suddenly, the girl's body was twisting on the blanket. Her back arched and her hips rose, lifting his head. Now, although Billy struggled with them, the girl's thighs squeezed together. She was crossing her legs to give herself more leverage. Jackie couldn't help feeling that she knew why the girl was doing it. She sensed that Billy had made her come.
Billy's tongue withdrew into his mouth and the hands which had been holding the girl's thighs apart reached for his belt buckle. He was wearing the same dirty white pants he had been wearing the day before and they came off so fast and easy that Jackie wondered how he did it. They looked so tight.
His prick was standing out straight from his hairy balls, just the way it had stood out when Sally had played with it in the car. But the other girl wasn't going to play with it now, Jackie was pretty sure of that. The other girl just lay on her back with her legs spread apart for him. Saliva was still drooling from her muff.
"Fuck me," the girl moaned. "Please fuck me!"
Billy was on her in an instant. His hands found her tits and squeezed them together. His teeth nibbled at the large brown nipples. He licked at her and bit her and then, pausing to aim, sunk his cock deep into her wet pussy.
"Ohh!" the girl cried as Billy penetrated her in a single hard thrust. "It feels so good!"
It felt good to Billy too, and he was impatient now. She had already come once and now he needed it. His knees dug into the sand between her legs. His ass bobbed back and forth. His cock drove in and out of her tight, wet cunt.
Billy fucked hard, and Jackie watched the girl cling to him, clawing his back. She watched the red welts appear as the girl's fingernails dug into Billy's flesh. Billy was humping with everything he had.
Then, suddenly, just when Jackie was sure that the heavy prick would unload some of its weight, the girl began pushing him away. Her hands pressed against his chest and she was sliding out from under him. She was whispering something in his ear which Jackie couldn't hear. Whatever she was saying, Billy seemed to agree.
Billy rolled over on his side. His prick was pulled loose from the girl's dripping twat. He lay on his back and his cock rose like a flagpole. Jackie could see that it was wet and shiny from the girl's pussy dew.
The girl quickly got to her knees. She was turning around, turning toward Billy's feet. Only it wasn't his feet she was interested in. What she wanted was that shiny pole, that pole which was shiny with her own love cream. She curled up beside Billy and bent over him. Her long brown hair fell over her face. It fell against Billy's wet cock. She brushed it back with her hand. She bent closer to him and slowly opened her mouth. She bent still lower and swallowed up the head of Billy's cock.
No! Jackie thought to herself as the girl's head worked farther down the hard shaft. Her tight lips were locking around it, squeezing back the foreskin, stretching it tight toward his balls. Jackie felt Sally's hand on her shoulder and shuddered. Sally was feeling it too, the horrible excitement of being witness to such degradation. Jackie trembled. Sally's hand was hot and damp. She felt a sudden bond with her sister. A bond which only comes with a shared sexual experience.
Jackie watched as the girl worked on Billy's cock. Her fingers caressed his balls and touched lightly between his legs. Her lips were still locked tight on his prick and now her head began to bob up and down slowly. But Billy's fingers had twined in her dark hair, guiding her, moving her head faster. The girl was responding, doing what he told her. The girl's head was bobbing up and down very quickly.
Then it happened. Jackie knew that it would. It happened the same way it had happened with Sally in the car. Only in the car she had been able to see it. Now, it was happening inside the girl's mouth. But Jackie remembered what it had looked like. The memory was still very vivid. Billy had come and his cock was shooting hot globs of white cum into the girl's mouth. That was exactly what was happening.
The girl choked as Billy's hips arched upward and his hands pressed her head down. Something was happening inside the girl's mouth which was making her gag. Her head drew back a little but Billy wouldn't release her. Jackie could see half the wet shaft of his cock. The girl had licked off her love juice but now his cock was shiny with her spit. The head of his prick was still in her mouth. She leaned just far enough back from his balls so that she could open her eyes and look down at them.
Then it appeared. Just a little white glob at first, at the corner of the girl's mouth. Then the glob thickened into a wide, clamlike mass of whiteness.
It was running down the hard shaft of Billy's cock. It was Billy's cum and it was drooling from the girl's mouth.
Jackie felt Sally's hand tighten on her shoulder. Sally was feeling the same excitement that she was feeling herself. She turned to look at her sister. She saw that Sally's hand was between her legs.
"I can't help myself," Sally explained in a whisper. Jackie nodded her head. She couldn't blame her sister. She was feeling the same way. She wished she was all alone. Then she could have slipped her own finger down between her legs. She could have found the little button which always gave her so much pleasure. Jackie wanted to say something but her throat was dry.
On the blanket below them, the girl had turned around again and was kissing Billy. It was almost dark now and it was getting harder to see them. Jackie felt Sally's hand tugging at her, pulling her back from the rim of the dune. They crawled back to the bottom of the little depression and lay behind a clump of shrubs.
"I couldn't take it any more," Sally confessed. She was looking down at Jackie's bosom, watching the nipples where they stood out down at Jackie's bosom, watching the nipples where they stood out against the thin T-shirt. "Jackie... " Sally said awkwardly.
Jackie had never seen her sister like this before. Usually Sally was so self-confident, so bold. Usually sex was something she talked about as if it was no more than blowing her nose. But Jackie could see that Sally was as shaken as she by what they had both witnessed. Jackie was a little pleased to see that her sister was human. It gave her a warm feeling. It made her feel very close to the twin with whom she had shared their mother's womb.
I know," Jackie said, comforting her sister. She touched Sally's shoulder gently and kissed her innocently on the lips. "I feel that way too."
Jackie was a little surprised by the way Sally looked at her when she said it. "You do?" Sally asked. "Do you really feel that way?"
"Yes," Jackie insisted, but feeling less sure of herself. Sally seemed to find a double meaning in her words.
Jackie trembled as Sally leaned forward and returned her kiss. Their lips seemed to hang together a little too long. But Jackie couldn't help feeling a certain pleasure in her sister's touch. It was almost like being with a man, and being with a man was just what Jackie had been thinking about.
"It won't hurt," Sally moaned as she drew back slightly and let her hand fall on Jackie's breast. She did it so naturally that Jackie didn't say anything, even though she never let anyone touch her there. That was private property.
But even private property could be shared with a sister, Jackie decided. Certainly she was being foolish to feel nervous with her own sister. She tried to relax a little but Sally's hand squeezed her titty. She couldn't help but feel the little thrill of excitement that it gave her. "Jackie," Sally said in a thick, dry voice. "Lay on your back."
Certainly if Sally had told her what she was planning to do, Jackie never would have done it. But she trusted her sister, even though sometimes Sally did play tricks on her. She trusted her sister, and so she lay back like Sally told her to do.
It really did feel quite nice. There was the cool sand beneath her and the dark sky above, streaked with the last red rays of the setting sun. And there was something else that Jackie couldn't help noticing, although it made her feel a little ashamed.
It was the first time since she started wearing one that she had been in public without a brassiere. Now her breasts hung firm and proud under the thin T-shirt and it was a very nice feeling. It was nice even with Sally's fingers still trailing gently over them.
When Jackie felt a button open on the fly of her sailor pants, she quickly sat upright. Sally's fingers were already starting for another button. Jackie wanted to stop her. What did she think she was doing? But Sally pushed her gently back down again and told her to be still. Jackie trembled from head to toe. She knew what was about to happen. She worried that it was wrong. She should have tried to stop her sister but she just couldn't do it.
Sally's long fingers worked down one side of the flap and up the other. Then the whole front of Jackie's pants was loose. With the buttons undone, Sally pulled back the flap, exposing her sister's golden cunt.
"Sally!" Jackie whispered sharply as she felt the coolness of the early evening sweep over her lower belly and caress her pubic mound. It was time to stop this horsing around, but she felt her sister's tongue against the pink lips of her pussy and she knew she wouldn't do it. She felt Sally's lips kiss her labia; she felt her clit being brushed by the wetness of Sally's touch.
Jackie tried to fight it but it was no use. It simply felt too good. She lay, passive, while her sister fondled her most private treasures. She closed her eyes and felt Sally's finger probe her virgin channel, rubbing slightly as it met her tight cherry. She felt Sally fondle her breasts and catch her nipples between her fingers. She lay back and didn't protest. She didn't protest at all, until the hot spasms of an orgasm racked her pussy in sharp, tight little jerks and her thighs squeezed together so tightly that Sally's head was pushed aside. Jackie lay on her back and stared up at the rising moon. She felt very, very ashamed of herself.
"So how do you like Ocean Beach?" Dave Southland asked as he handed Jackie another can of beer. She had just finished one can and really hadn't expected him to give her another, but she found herself taking it, even though she knew she should have said no.
"It's nice," she told Dave, although she found she had some mixed feelings about saying it. It was true that the Southlands had been good hosts, perhaps even a little too good, Jackie thought, looking at the beer in her hand. They treated her just like an adult, even though she was only seventeen. It made her feel very grown up, but it also made her feel a little nervous.
"How was it at the beach today?" Dave inquired. "Toni and I haven't been down to the public beach since I don't know when. Were there a lot of kids there?"
"Yes," Jackie admitted. She hoped Dave wouldn't ask her any more questions about her day. , She really would have been just as happy to have stayed at their own little private spot on the beach. It wasn't that she didn't want to meet other kids. She did. But when she had seen the bathing suit that her sister was planning to wear, she knew there was going to be trouble.
After breakfast they had gone back to their room to get dressed for the beach. Sally had dug way down into her suitcase, underneath the clothes which their mother had helped her pack, and pulled out the tiniest bikini bathing suit Jackie had ever seen. She was mortified when she realized that her sister was really planning to wear it. Their mother would have had a fit! Jackie had asked her sister where she had gotten the bathing suit and Sally had admitted that she had ordered it from a mail-order company. Certainly none of the stores where they lived sold bathing suits which were that scanty. But Sally climbed into it without embarrassment, even though she had to tuck in her pubic hair a little around the sides of the bottom. It was so small that it barely covered her thick, dark bush. Worse still, the little halter was so thin that Jackie could make out her sister's small brown nipples, right through the orange-and-green print material.
Yet Toni hadn't seemed to think there was anything wrong about Sally wearing it. She had even commented on how good it looked on Sally. Jackie had been relieved when Sally had pulled a T-shirt on before they left the house. At times she felt uncomfortable even in her one-piece bathing suit. At times it seemed to reveal the lines of her body a little too well.
They had arrived at the public beach early in the morning and there were only a few kids around. They had gone into the water right away and had a long swim. By the time they got out, a few other kids had arrived and were setting up a volleyball net. Jackie had gone right over to them and asked if they could play.
The boy who had brought the net was happy to have more players and soon they had a good game going. But Sally had dropped out. She said she was bored with it but Jackie couldn't help thinking that she was tired. That was probably why Sally didn't like volleyball. Sally smoked a lot and got winded easily. Jackie watched Sally go over and start talking to a group of boys. They were all just sitting around and listening to music on the radio. Jackie couldn't help thinking that it was a horrible waste to come to such a beautiful beach and then just sit and listen to the radio all day.
She had stayed with the volleyball game for most of the morning, even though a lot of the players switched off. She was having fun and enjoying her first day at the beach and she couldn't help feeling sorry for her sister.
Yet in the afternoon something happened which spoiled the day for her. Alan, the boy who had brought the volleyball net, asked her if she wanted an ice cream. She had said yes and they walked up the beach together, to the little wooden shack which served as a restaurant. It had been crowded in front of the shack and they had pushed their way toward the counter. It was fun with the other kids around and Jackie didn't mind being jostled a little. But suddenly she had felt Alan's arm go around her. At first she only thought he was pushing her forward so she could get served. Then she felt his hand dropping down her smooth back. She felt his hand resting right on her fanny!
Jackie had almost jumped when she felt it. He was actually pinching her muscular ass a little, rubbing the palm of his hand against it. Quickly Jackie pushed past some of the others and got to the counter. She gave her order and tried to twist her body away from his hand. She made the mistake of turning the wrong way. As she turned to face him, his hand didn't move and suddenly she felt his fingers brushing right against her pussy!
Alan, of course, realized what he was doing and removed his hand. Still, he had let the hand linger for just a moment. He had let it linger just long enough so that Jackie could feel a sharp little thrill shoot through her clitoris. When the man handed her her ice cream, she took it and immediately moved away from the counter, leaving Alan to pay.
Of course, she was too embarrassed to say anything about it. Alan had seemed to sense her embarrassment and he hadn't mentioned it either. For the rest of the afternoon, Jackie stuck to the game and tried to stay away from Alan. Finally, when she saw Sally break away from the boys she had been with, she left Alan and the others and went back to her sister. They had agreed that they had had enough of the beach for one day and they had started back for the house.
Now Sally was out picking up some groceries at the store. Dave had offered to go with her but Sally said she could carry the things back by herself. Dave had seemed a little relieved and Jackie decided he hadn't really wanted to go anyway.
"Did you meet any kids today?" Toni asked. She was standing behind Dave's armchair, leaning over him, and she had her hands on his chest underneath his shirt. "As I remember it, there are usually some pretty horny kids down there. The last time I went down to Jack's for an ice cream, two college kids tried to pick me up."
"They had good taste," Dave kidded her. "They had an eye for experience."
Although it was a joke and she smiled politely, Jackie couldn't help but feel a little uneasy to hear Dave talk that way about his wife. Certainly it was no joke to be pestered by boys who had only one thing on their minds. She hadn't thought it was at all funny when Alan had made a pass at her. Still, Toni didn't seem to mind because she was smiling.
"Like that teeny-bopper who tried to make you?" Toni asked. "Remember? We were right down on our own beach and I left you for two minutes to go put a new rag on and when I came back, that little twat was lying there with her bare tits in your face!"
"But I didn't lay a finger on her," Dave protested with a broad grin.
"You didn't lay a finger on her because her father came along and tanned her little tushy before you could get her pants off. But you were thinking of it. Either that or you were trying to hide a cucumber under your trunks!" As Toni said it, her hand rubbed her husband's crotch. Jackie blushed and looked away. "Are we being rude?" Toni asked her.
"Oh, no," Jackie replied, but she was relieved when Toni took her hand from Dave's lap. She wished they would remember that she was still in high school. She wished they would remember that she was not a married woman.
"We get carried away sometimes," Dave joked. "But wait until Betty and Ernest get here. Then you'll see some real swingers!"
"I don't think Jackie is all that eager to listen to Ernie's filthy jokes," Toni told her husband.
"Aw, come on now," Dave protested, as if everybody loved Ernie's jokes. "She's not a baby," he told his wife. "You can see that."
Probably it was intended as a compliment but Jackie couldn't help wishing he hadn't said it. He was looking at her so critically. It was as if he was inspecting a horse he was planning to buy. Jackie felt that his eyes were undressing her, looking right through her sweat shirt and her tight sailor pants.
"I can see it too," Toni agreed. "But that doesn't mean she goes down for bottle caps."
"Hey, look." Dave called, ignoring what his wife had said and turning to the window. "They're here."
Jackie looked and saw that a Ford convertible had pulled up next to Dave's car. The couple got out and Jackie noticed they each had a beer in their hands. They had been drinking in the car! They had been driving and drinking. She wondered what kind of people Betty and Ernest could be if they did that. She was feeling quite apprehensive. She almost wished she had gone to the store with Sally.
"Hey! Long time no see!" Dave cried as they burst in without knocking. He threw his arms around the girl and they embraced and kissed, as if they had been lovers. Toni greeted the man in the same way. "Hey, hey! What's this?" the man asked, spotting Jackie. "Who's this lovely and delectable little bit of cake?" Before they could introduce him, he had come over to Jackie and was standing in front of her chair. "I'm Ernest. Ernie," he said, making a low and formal bow.
"I'm Jackie Johnson," Jackie told him. "Toni's cousin," she explained.
"Well," Ernie drawled, "you certainly look as though you keep up the honor of the family. You're beautiful!"
As he said it, he bent over and kissed her right on the lips. Jackie would have pulled away in embarrassment but she was sitting in the armchair and was trapped. She closed her mouth tightly as she felt his wet tongue on her lips. And that wasn't all. As he bent over her, he gave her inner thigh a little squeeze and whispered, "How would you like to bounce away some of that ugly fat?"
When Ernest stood up again he was smiling jovially. He took another sip of beer and threw his arms around Toni, kissing her a second time. Jackie wished there were some way she could make an excuse and leave, but she knew it would be too rude. Particularly after Dave had been so eager for her to meet Ernest and Betty. Betty came over to introduce herself and when she bent over and kissed Jackie lightly on the cheek, Jackie couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing anything at all under her tight dungaree jacket. But at least she's wearing panties, Jackie mused. She could see the outline of the bikini panties through Betty's tight, white bells. The bells were so tight that even the twin bumps of her pussylips were visible between her legs.
"Well," Ernie cried, looking at the others. "Let's get the show on the road!"
"Come on," Dave told him. "We'll bring out a bucket of beer and then we won't have to keep going back and forth to the kitchen."
"A man after my own heart," Ernie said, for the benefit of the women. Ernie put his arm around Dave's shoulder and they headed off to the kitchen.
"Do you like living with your parents?" Jackie heard Betty ask her as the men disappeared inside the kitchen.
"Why, yes," Jackie replied, wondering why Betty had asked her such a question.
"But I bet you're glad to get away from home for a while," Betty told her. "I remember when I was your age. Every time I tried to grab a little, it seemed like my old man was showing up. Gosh, I remember one time I was with a guy in the garage. We were sitting in the back seat of the car. He was finger-fucking me. I guess my dress must have been all the way up to my boobs. Anyway, my old man came in and, golly, was that a mess! Robbie took off and just left me there, hot and horny. Then my old man starts shooting off about how I'm nothing but a no-good whore. Ha! He almost died when I married Ernie. Ernie makes more in a year than my old man made in a lifetime."
Betty seemed to think it was very amusing that her promiscuous behavior had been rewarded by a good match, but the story only made Jackie cringe. She wondered why things like that happened. But Betty hadn't finished her story. And Jackie had not anticipated the second part. It was Toni who encouraged her to tell it.
"Come on," Toni kidded, "tell the truth now. Tell her what really happened with your father."
"Want to know?" Betty asked Jackie. Jackie was not so sure she did but Betty started to tell her anyway. "After about the third time of getting caught with my pants down, I began to get the clue. I was still cherry then, through no fault of my own, let me tell you, and I began to figure out that my old man was keeping pretty close tabs on me. Christ, I was a horny young virgin and I couldn't stand it any more. I had to do something about it, you know?"
Jackie most certainly did not know. She was a virgin and she could stand it perfectly well. In fact, she couldn't think of any reason why a young, unmarried girl would part with her virginity. Still, it was Betty's story and she let her go on with it.
"Anyway, I finally decided to have it out with him. I waited until one day when Mommy was visiting her sister in Philly. When Daddy came home from work, I was wearing a pair of short shorts and a T-shirt. No bra, no panties. I was making dinner for him and he was fixing his usual shot of Four Roses and I just came over to him, his little kitten, and let my titties brush against his chest. When I asked him for a drink, he looked down at me with his eyes bugging out of his head. But I could see he was staring at my knobs. He couldn't help it.
"So I just said, 'Please, one little drink? I'm not a child any more.' But I guess he could see that for himself. Then I really did it. If I hadn't, he would have just stood there and stared at me. I grabbed his cock, and sure enough, he had a hard-on. 'Daddy,' I said, 'Do you think I'm too young?' "Well," Betty continued, "let me tell you, if the shades hadn't been up I think he would have raped me on the kitchen floor! I took his hand and put it on one of my knobs and made him feel it. Then I pulled up my T-shirt so he could really see my tits. He already had his zipper down by the time we got to the bedroom."
"Well now," Ernie's voice boomed as the two men emerged from the kitchen. "What stories are we telling?" He smiled his broad, ever-present smile at his wife. Jackie knew she should be glad that Ernest had stopped Betty from telling the rest of the story about her father, but, still, she couldn't help being a little disappointed. Betty's story had been getting her very aroused. She wondered if it were really true. When she thought about it, she realized that her own father had looked at her with sort of a funny look sometimes when her mother wasn't around. She had noticed his eyes inspecting her breasts but she had just put it down to fatherly curiosity. After all, he had watched her grow from being a tiny baby into an almost mature woman. Probably that was his only interest.
"I was telling Jackie about my father," Betty explained to her husband.
"Oh," Ernie said, and the smile shortened a little. "That son-of-a-bitch. Well," he said as his smile grew again. "Too bad that bastard is so busy feeding worms. I'd like him to see us today. I'd like to see him get a look at you now. Christ, that would make him beat his meat! You were probably the only pussy he got for the last fifty years of his life."
Jackie wished they wouldn't be so disrespectful about older people. Still, if the story Betty had told were true, her father really was an awful man. What Ernest said about him was right. But Jackie couldn't quite believe that Betty was telling the truth. She knew lots of teen-age girls had sexual fantasies about their fathers. Her girl friends had talked about it once. Probably Betty had been so in love with her father that she had let her fantasies become real.
"Hey, come on," Dave interrupted. "Is this a party or a wake?"
"I don't know," Ernie kidded, "but if my wake is as dull as this, I think I'll kill myself!"
They all laughed and Dave handed out another round of beers. Jackie again took the can he handed her, even though she was beginning to feel a little dizzy from the first two beers she had drunk. Still, the beer helped make her feel more comfortable with Betty and Ernie. Without the relaxing effect of the beer, she knew it would have been very upsetting to hear them talk that way.
Jackie watched the two men drinking their beer. They were spilling it down the fronts of their shirts as they raced to see who could finish first. She realized that both of them were drunk. Probably they had been drinking out in the kitchen.
The phone rang and Toni, who was whispering something in Ernie's ear, called to her and asked her if she would answer it. Jackie nodded and got to her feet. The phone was out in the hallway and she was glad for an excuse to get away from the two couples. She didn't approve of the way they were behaving.
"Hello?" Jackie said, picking up the receiver. "Southland residence."
"Hi, are you the new maid?" a voice asked. Jackie recognized her sister.
"What's up?" she asked Sally. "Where are you calling from?" She could hear the noise of a jukebox in the background and the sound of young people laughing and having fun.
"Look," Sally told her. "I'm going to be a little late getting home. Tell Toni and Dave not to worry about me. I met some kids and I'm going to horse around with them for a while. Don't worry about me, everything's all right. How are things there?"
"Oh," Jackie said, not quite knowing how to tell her sister about Betty and Ernie. "All right. Some friends of Toni and Dave's came over. We were just sitting around the living room with them."
"Ugh," Sally grunted. "I won't rush back. Hold on a moment, will you?"
Jackie could hear someone yelling at Sally, telling her to hurry up. It was a boy who was yelling and, even over the phone, Jackie recognized Billy's voice.
"Look, I've got to go now," Sally said as she came back on the line. "See you later."
"See you," Jackie said without trying to conceal her bitterness. How could Sally have anything to do with Billy after watching him do such a perverted thing with that other girl? She hung up the phone and stood for a moment, deep in thought.
Jackie realized there was more to it than that. It was true that Billy had done an awful thing with that girl, and that Billy certainly wasn't the kind of person she wanted to have anything to do with. Yet he had been so nice when she had been with him. He had been the one who had kept her from the humiliation of being kicked out of The Pines in the middle of the night, even though he had also been the one who had gotten her into the trouble in the first place. She realized she had very mixed feelings about Billy. She also realized she was jealous of Sally for going out with him. She was mad at Billy and that should have meant something to him. He shouldn't have been running around with her sister.
Jackie noticed that the voices in the other room were getting louder. She heard Ernie telling a story and every second word he said seemed to be an obscenity. It was really very upsetting. Especially now, when she was thinking about Billy.
Could it be that Sally had been right? Was she really in love with Billy? It was foolish. She had only talked to him for a few minutes. But maybe it was true. Maybe that was why she was feeling so bad now. She was in love with Billy and Billy was out having a good time with her sister. Maybe Sally was even... jerking him off!
Jackie thought of going back into the living room but she couldn't face the others. They were happy and gay and she was sad and miserable. She had the feeling she would just be throwing a wet blanket on their party. She would just be a drag. She walked slowly to the back door and let herself out.
It was cool outside. It was a little overcast and it looked as though it might rain. Behind the house there was nothing to see but the high, grass-topped sand dune. She walked all the way to the end of the porch and sat down. She let her legs hang over the porch so her feet were on the ground. She kicked off her shoes and let her toes dig into the soft sand. The gritty coolness of the sand between her toes helped take her mind off Sally and Billy. She looked back at the house and could see the others through the large picture window. She noticed that Betty had unbuttoned her dungaree jacket and now it hung loosely, barely covering her full bosom.
It must be getting warm in the house, Jackie thought. Betty wasn't the only one who was trying to cool off. Dave had slipped off his shirt and was naked from the waist up. He was sitting very close to Betty and Jackie wondered if he could see between the open folds of her dungaree jacket. It certainly seemed as though he would be able to. Then she saw Ernie. At first she thought he was wearing a bathing suit under his loose shirt tails. Then, as he turned around, she saw it was no bathing suit at all. He had taken off his pants and was parading around the living room in his underwear! The loose boxer shorts opened up a little as he walked. Jackie could see the head of his penis poking out.
She was certainly glad she had decided not to return to the living room. She wondered if she should go down to the beach until Betty and Ernie had left. She would have, but she knew Toni and Dave might have worried about her. If she was going to go down to the beach, she should tell them first. But she certainly couldn't go back into the house with Ernie walking around in his shorts! Jackie sat on the porch and tried not to look into the open window.
Jackie was still sitting on the back porch deep in thought when she heard the door open. She looked and saw that it was Dave. At first she thought he was looking for her, and she was going to call out to him, but then she saw that he was unbuttoning the fly of his trousers. What could he be doing?
Dave stepped to the edge of the porch and fished between the folds of his underwear until he had found his prick. He dragged it out and hung it over the edge of the wide, weather-beaten porch. He thrust his hips forward a little and leaned his shoulders back. Jackie realized he was going to talk a leak.
She was embarrassed by the fact that he hadn't noticed her, but it was too late for her to say anything. He certainly couldn't stop now. She should have turned away. That would have been the proper thing to do. But Jackie didn't turn away. She just sat and watched. She watched Dave empty his bladder in a powerful stream which arched out over the edge of the porch and fell in a loud splashing sound against the loose sand. She watched as some of his urine was absorbed by the sand. Some of it trickled back down toward the cabin. She had never watched a man pee before. It was so different from the cautious way that women had to do it. It seemed so free and easy. She couldn't help being fascinated by the sight.
Dave's pressure slackened and the arch fell back until the final squirt landed at his feet. Jackie watched as he shook his penis to keep the last few drops from going in his pants.
He stuffed his prick back into his pants and turned to go back inside the house. It was then that he saw her.
"Hi," Dave called. "Things too frantic inside?"
Jackie noticed that he didn't seem at all embarrassed, even though she had just watched him relieve his bladder. Certainly he knew she had been watching. "No," she replied, not wanting to be critical of Dave's friends. "I just wanted to be alone for a little while."
"Oh, sorry I interrupted you," Dave said. Jackie couldn't help thinking that he really was very thoughtful. After all, this was his house and she was the one who was a guest. She was being rude, sitting all by herself, but he was not angry at her. Her mother would have been very angry if she had run off by herself when her mother wanted to have her meet some friends.
"Please, I'm sorry," Jackie said. "I didn't really mean that. I guess I just wanted to cool off a little," she lied.
Dave looked at her. Perhaps he could see the confusion in her face. Perhaps he could sense that something had happened to upset her, even before he had come out on the porch. Dave was wise and experienced and he knew when a woman needed to be comforted. Dave knew that Jackie needed such comfort right now. He liked to give comfort to women, particularly if they were young and pretty. He walked to the end of the porch where Jackie was sitting and sat down beside her.
"Sorry if you're not having a good time," Dave apologized. "I guess Ernie and Betty are a little frantic for some people. It really is nice out here. Look. See that seagull over there? He stops by every day, just about this time."
Dave pointed to a bird which was perched on top of a single remaining picket from what had once been a picket fence. The fence had run along the top of the dune to keep the sand from shifting. Now the bird perched on top of it, silhouetted against the skyline. It really was a pretty sight, Jackie thought. At times Dave could be so sensitive and feeling. She wondered why he was so crude at other times. She was much happier when he was like this.
"Why don't you tell me about it," Dave said, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Sometimes life can be painful but if we have someone to talk to, it makes it hurt less."
"Oh, I don't know," Jackie stalled. She looked into Dave's brown eyes. They were so mature and reliable. She really did want someone to talk to, someone who could understand. For a moment she wished Dave wasn't married to her cousin. She jealously wanted him all to herself.
"Was it something to do with Sally and that boy you two met?" Dave asked gently. "Sally mentioned something about it."
How could he have guessed? Jackie wondered. He seemed to be so wise! She nodded her head to admit that he had been right. Having Dave share the secret with her did seem to make it hurt less. He had been right about that. "Sally's out with him tonight?" Dave asked. He had put the whole story together so quickly! Jackie nodded again. "Well, don't worry. A pretty girl like you can always find boy friends. There are millions of men who would be happy to go out with you. I'd be happy to go out with you myself."
Jackie waited for him to add "... if I wasn't married," but the words never came. It made her a little uneasy but, at the same time, it excited her. Dave really did know how to win a woman's heart! And here he was, winning hers, with his wife right in the next room.
Jackie glanced back over her shoulder at the picture window of the living room. She could still see Ernie running around in his shorts, but now he had discarded his shirt. And he was kissing Toni. Kissing her and reaching behind her back for the little knot which held her halter together. Jackie waited for Toni to slap down his hand but Toni just kept clutching his shoulder. The halter came untied and hung loosely from its shoulder straps. Jackie turned away.
"Don't worry," Dave told her, as she turned back to him. "They won't miss me for a while. I think they're having plenty of fun on their own."
Jackie wondered if Dave knew what Ernie was doing but she was too embarrassed to point out to Dave that Ernie was trying to undress his wife. Probably Toni knew what she was doing. She seemed to be as mature as Dave. Jackie tried not to let her childish fears make her say something foolish to her cousin's husband.
"Jackie," Dave said, giving her a little squeeze. "You're really a very desirable woman. Do a lot of men tell you that?"
Jackie shook her head. No man had ever said anything like that to her, although she did get asked out on a lot of dates back at Lyndale High. Yet the boys who asked her out usually just told her what a great movie was playing at the Town or at the Starlight. They never said they wanted to go out with her just because she was desirable.
"Look," Dave continued. "Any girl with a figure like yours will never have trouble getting men. It's just a matter of picking and choosing what you want. With a body like this - " Dave's hand took over where his voice left off. It was almost as if words could not explain what he was trying to tell her. She felt his fingertips on her thigh, brushing against it softly, almost reaching to the sensitive inner flesh. But he didn't quite go that far. Instead, he raised his hand to her waist and pressed it gently against her side. He pushed her thick sweat shirt against her body to reveal her natural curve. Then he raised his fingers to her breast.
Jackie felt a cold shiver shoot through her body as his fingertips touched her nipples. Even under her stiff bra she could feel it. Although it was wicked to think, she wished she wasn't wearing the bra. His fingers were exciting her, even though he was just trying to communicate an idea with them. That was all he intended. She would have felt very uneasy if she had thought there was anything more to his gestures. But what could there be? His wife might come out of the house at any moment. Certainly he wasn't going to try to do something nasty when his wife was within earshot.
Still, Jackie couldn't help thinking that it did feel very nice. She almost wished Toni wasn't around, and that Dave wasn't married to her. He was making her whole body tingle, the same way that watching Billy had made her body tingle, only this time it was more intense. This time she was the one who was being touched. When Dave bent over and kissed her lightly on the back of the neck, she couldn't help giving a little gasp.
"Oh," Jackie cried. It was just like being kissed by a lover. It felt so good. She wanted to tell him to kiss her again. She wanted to throw her arms around him and kiss him back. But she couldn't do it. It would be so wrong. Toni was her cousin and Toni was Dave's wife. Toni might come out and catch them.
"Jackie," Dave said gently. "In every woman's life there comes a time when she has to decide whether she is going to go on being a little girl or whether she's going to become a woman." He drew his hands back and looked her in the eye. "I think you're old enough to make that decision, Jackie. And I think you can make it right now."
What does he mean? she wondered. Certainly she wasn't going to remain a little girl. Everything she had been feeling for the last two days told her she couldn't possibly remain a little girl. She was becoming a woman, whether she liked it or not. But what did he mean about having to decide? That was what confused her. Didn't little girls simply grow up?
But she didn't want to appear ignorant. Not when Dave was treating her as if she were so mature. She wasn't going to be a little girl all her life and so her sense of logic told her she should tell him she was planning to become a woman. But how could she do it right now? She wasn't sure at all. Yet perhaps she could find out. Perhaps if she didn't act stupid, he would tell her something she didn't know. He did seem very experienced.
"I don't want to be a little girl any more," she told him in a soft, steady voice. She looked up into his eyes and met his gaze. She would put herself in his power. She would depend upon his wisdom.
"Jackie," Dave said, taking her hand. "Come with me."
He slipped off the edge of the porch and stood in the sand. Jackie got up and stood facing him. "We can go under the porch," he told her. "Nobody will bother us there."
Jackie felt her heart pounding. In a flash she realized what Dave was thinking. The space under the porch was barely high enough to crouch under, but it was high enough to lie in. Dave was already crouching down to slip under the porch. He was pulling her hand to bring her down with him. He wanted her to lie beside him in the sand. He wanted to lie beside her and... fondle her! Dave was planning to be unfaithful to his wife.
"No!" Jackie said, suddenly rebelling against what she had started to get herself into. She pulled away from him and stood looking down at him as he crouched under the porch.
"What's the matter?" Dave asked with genuine surprise. "I'm not going to rape you."
There was real hurt in Dave's voice which told Jackie that she had been unkind to him to even think something like that. Dave was right. It was just what she had been thinking. Why else would he want her to go down under the porch with him? Maybe she was just being stupid. Maybe her childish fears were causing her to misjudge Dave and to be rude. She didn't want to make a scene. She didn't want Dave to think she was ungrateful for all the kindness which he had shown her. Although she couldn't help but feel apprehensive, she knelt down beside him and followed him under the porch.
They lay in the sand, side by side, half hidden from each other by the darkness. They could look out and see the dunes behind the house. The dunes were also getting dark now that twilight was coming. "Cozy?" Dave smiled.
"Umm," Jackie said. It really was so nice and quiet and private here. She was glad he had taken her where she couldn't see the picture window of the living room. She didn't want to be reminded of what was happening back inside the house. Here, along with Dave, she could forget about Ernie and Toni, about Billy and her sister. Here it was just her and Dave, almost as if they had a little world all of their own. Here it was easy to forget that Toni and Dave were married.
"Ever made love on the sand?" Dave asked softly. His hand was resting on her shoulder as they lay on their bellies looking out toward the light.
"No," Jackie answered, before she even realized what he was asking her. "Why I've never... made love with a man at all!"
There it was. She had said it. Now Dave would know she was a virgin. He would know she did not let men do those things to her. She thought Dave was going to make fun of her or leave her, but he acted as though there was nothing wrong with it. Jackie couldn't help being grateful to him.
"I was older than you are the first time I did it," Dave confessed. "Funny, it was a married woman who taught me. I guess she did a good job too. I've liked it ever since."
Jackie blushed a little but she knew Dave was not trying to be crude with her. Dave seemed to be so unashamed about sex. He didn't have the look of a man who was trying to cheat on his wife. Jackie couldn't help thinking that he really did love Toni. Yet here he was with her, and she knew what he was thinking.
Since she knew what Dave was thinking, it should have been easy for her to resist. It should have been easy for her to have stopped him when she felt his fingers on the small of her back. It should have been easy for her to have stopped him when she felt him reaching up under her loose sweat shirt and finding the little hooks at the back of her bra. And yet, although it should have been so easy, Jackie couldn't do it.
Perhaps it was because of Billy. Perhaps it had been from what Sally had done to her after they had watched him. Perhaps it was what she had seen through the picture window of the living room. Perhaps it was from watching Dave himself when he had stood on the edge of the porch and pissed off into space. Whatever it was, it numbed her. It numbed Jackie's responses so that instead of feeling fear and apprehension, she felt only excitement and anticipation. The straps of her bra came undone and Jackie felt her breasts fall free against the front of her sweat shirt. It was a wonderful feeling.
Dave was no longer lying face down on the sand. He was up on his knees, crouching over her, bending low so he wouldn't hit his head on the boards of the porch. He straddled her hips, like a masseur, and let both hands rub down into the small of her back. She could feel the pressure and urgency in the palms of his hands as they pushed against her back. His hands slowly worked their way up toward her shoulders, pushing her sweat shirt out of the way as they went along.
It was a wonderful feeling. So relaxing, yet so stimulating at the same time. Jackie couldn't deny that it made her feel very good. Dave had a nice way of doing it. It was almost as if a real professional were giving her a rubdown. When she felt him tugging at her sweat shirt to pull it off over her head, she lifted her arms from beneath her cheek and held them out straight. He pulled the sweat shirt over her head, pulling her unfastened bra along with it.
Jackie lay face down again. This time she could feel the cool damp sand under her naked breasts. She could feel her nipples harden and rise. She could also feel a dampness between her legs. That part worried her a little but certainly he wasn't going to try and take off her pants.
Dave massaged her shoulders, rubbing and squeezing them until Jackie had relaxed a little from her initial shock of being without the protection which her sweat shirt and bra had afforded her. But slowly and easily his fingers worked down from her shoulders, down to the middle of her back. His hands spread out a little and she could feel him reaching around her. She could feel him lifting her torso off the sand. She could feel his strong hands cupping her breasts.
"Ohh!" Jackie moaned as her rigid nipples pushed against the palms of his hands. She couldn't help feeling terribly stimulated by what he was doing to her, even though she tried to hide it from him. She didn't want him to think she was getting sexually aroused. What would he think of her if he knew that?
"Does it feel nice when I hold you like this?" Dave asked.
"Yes," Jackie admitted. She had been taught never to tell lies. She squirmed a little beneath him but that only seemed to make it worse. The more she squirmed, the more her nipples rubbed against his hands.
"You don't have to be ashamed of what you feel," Dave told her gently. "It's perfectly normal to feel that way. I feel that way myself."
She wanted to ask him to take his hands away but he seemed to be reading her mind. He released her and let her lie back against the sand. Yet, as she struggled to conceal her breasts again, Jackie couldn't help wishing he had held her just a little longer.
"You have beautiful breasts," Dave murmured in her ear as he lay down beside her. "They're so smooth and firm. Just the right size. Just big enough so I can't get them all in my hands. Lots of girls would envy you for having breasts like that."
It was true and she knew it. At gym, back at Lyndale High, a few of the more flat-chested girls had looked at her high, upturned breasts with envy. She had seen them stare at her nice brown pouty nipples, wishing theirs stood out like that. In fact, it was those pouty nipples which had embarrassed her that night on the beach with Billy. They stood out just a little too much for comfort. Yet she was glad that Dave had commented on it. Dave seemed so experienced and she really trusted his opinion. Suddenly his hand was on her again. It was resting on her fanny. He was squeezing her a little. Before she remembered that he had removed her bra and sweat shirt, she turned to face him.
"Oh!" she cried as his eyes feasted on her breasts. "I didn't mean to - "
"Relax," Dave told her. "Nobody's going to hurt you. Promise."
"But... " Jackie wanted to protest. His hand was still holding onto her fanny and now he had reached out and taken hold of her shoulder so she couldn't lie face down again and conceal her breasts. For a moment she struggled to think of what to do. Then it hit her. A man was staring at her naked breasts. A man was looking at her hard, firm nipples. A man had stripped her to the waist. Yet she had felt no pain.
The sky had not fallen in and she had not been turned into a pumpkin. She was simply half naked. Naked, the same way she had been when she was born into the world. She wondered why her body had always caused her so much embarrassment. She wondered why she was always so ashamed of it.
"You're beautiful," Dave told her. "And that's nothing to be ashamed of. Pretty girls like you are a rare thing in this world of ours. It's a crime to hide such beauty."
Jackie blushed a little. She couldn't help being pleased by what he was telling her, even though it did seem to go against everything her mother had always said to her about sex and about her body. Yet Dave was telling her that it was all right, and Dave certainly was a nice person. She was sure he would never do anything to harm her.
"You're so solid," he teased as he squeezed her right buttock. Jackie couldn't help but smile. She was very athletic and she hardly had an ounce of fat on her. "But I bet you've got a few soft spots too," Dave joked. His hand left her buttocks and traveled over her hip and down her thigh to the tight crotch of her sailor pants. He squeezed his hand against the soft lips of her pussy.
But somehow the way he did it didn't seem dirty and nasty. He had been touching something hard, then he touched something soft. He had simply commented on it. She couldn't help smiling a little, even though his fingers were causing her to become terribly aroused. No man had ever touched her there before. That place was strictly private.
"Saving it for some lucky guy?" Dave asked, pressing his hand into her crotch again, just so she would know what he was talking about.
"No," Jackie answered truthfully. There was nobody who she had even thought of giving it to. But she realized he might misunderstand her words. She realized he might think she meant she was not saving it at all. "What I mean is - " But he didn't let her finish. "What you mean is you're a seventeen-year-old virgin who is terribly afraid that some married man is going to seduce her."
Jackie couldn't help thinking that Dave was psychic. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking.
"Well, let me tell you," Dave said in a whisper. "This old married man would like very much to seduce a seven teen-year-old virgin, but this old married man doesn't think that's anything a seventeen-year-old virgin should be afraid of. This old man is very gentle with seventeen-year-old virgins."
Why was he so nice about it? Jackie wondered. The way he said it made it seem almost as if it were the most natural and proper thing in the world. He made it sound as if she would be terribly foolish to say no. Jackie was confused. She could still feel the pressure of his hand against her pussy. She could feel her whole twat tingle. Her nipples were still hard and erect. She didn't know what to do.
But she didn't have to know. Dave knew enough for both of them. While Jackie was still trying to make up her mind, his fingers were already unbuttoning the front flap of her sailor pants. She watched him, wondering if her head was really attached to the body beneath it. She watched as one by one the buttons came undone. She watched as he peeled back the flap and gazed at her thick cotton panties.
"Hang on," Dave told her as he crawled to her feet. He seized the wide hems at the bottoms and started to tug at them. Jackie knew it was time to stop him. She couldn't let him take her pants off! That would be going too far. Yet, as he pulled at her pants, he was dragging her whole body along in the sand. Rather than sitting up and smacking him, Jackie made the mistake of trying to dig in her elbows so he wouldn't drag her. As her body stopped moving, her sailor pants just kept going.
"Oh!" she cried as her bare flesh was exposed. She could feel goosebumps rising up on her skin. "Don't!"
But it was too late. Her pants were off and there was nothing she could do about it. In another moment he was lying beside her again, completely ignoring the fact that she was now wearing only her panties.
"What was that you said?" Dave joked. He had left her pants at her feet, out of reach. "I'll be honest with you, Jackie. The only reason I took your pants off was so I could touch you here."
His hand suddenly slipped right down underneath her waist-high panties and his fingers ran like a comb through her pubic bush. Without even fumbling, his fingers found her clit. He pressed against it. He rubbed at it a little and let his other fingers play with her soft labia.
"Ahh!" Jackie cried, trying to sit up. This time he stopped her gently and forced her back against the cool sand.
"Tell me if it hurts," he told her.
"No... " she tried to explain. "That's not it. It doesn't hurt. It's just that it's - ahh!"
She was trying to tell him it was wrong, but he had given her clit such a rub that her voice choked off. It was the same feeling she had felt when she had played with herself in bed, the same feeling she had felt when Sally had licked her there, the same feeling which could bring her to an orgasm if it went on long enough, and now a man was doing it to her! How could she make him stop?
There was only one thing which Dave stopped doing. He stopped talking to her. He was too busy now. He climbed back to his knees and knelt beside her. His fingers seized the narrow elastic waistband of her panties. She felt him pulling the panties out from under her. They were stopped by the weight of her body and she realized that he was going to rip them. She quickly raised her hips, letting him undress her. What else could she do?
Dave pulled the panties all the way off over her feet. For a moment he knelt beside her, looking down at her naked body. Then, firmly but tenderly, he spread her knees apart. He rolled between them and lay in the sand, looking up at her. He was looking up at her golden muff.
Jackie realized what he was going to do. It was the same thing that Billy had done to that other girl. It was the same thing that Sally had done to her. Jackie couldn't help herself. Her fingers found his head and guided it to her hungry twat.
Jackie felt her whole body tremble and shake as his tongue swept slowly up the pink groove to her clit. She felt her tender labia spread apart, felt his tongue going deep inside the hair-fringed gash. His hands grasped her hips and clung to her tightly. But he didn't have to fear that she would try to get away. Jackie was clutching his head as tightly as he was clutching her hips. Her mind was blank and all she could think of was how badly she needed him.
Slowly his head rocked back and forth. She felt a ticklish feeling as a rivulet of saliva drooled down the crack between her legs and fell into the sand beneath her thighs. Although her eyes were shut tight, she could feel her pubic hair being matted against her pussy, wet with his saliva. His tongue flicked relentlessly against the blood-swollen button of her clit. She felt each fold of her pussy being bathed by his tongue. Her body arched up to meet him. Her whole soul ached for release. But he was stopping. He was trying to raise his head from her slopping muff.
"No!" Jackie cried as she felt him pulling away. She tried to hold him between her legs but he was too strong for her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. What she saw brought her back to her senses. Dave was kneeling between her legs, pushing his pants down. His underwear came away with his pants and she saw his hard bone, jutting out over the top of his hairy balls. It was big, it was thick, and it was all for her. "No!" she cried again, but this time much less sure of herself.
Dave didn't answer her. He simply kicked off his pants, sending them flying. Now he too was naked and he was already between her legs. Jackie tried to twist her body, to roll away from him, but it was no use. He was already on her. His chest crushed down on her breasts and pinned her to the sand. The weight of his hips trapped her in place. Her arms went around him and she tried to scratch him. Yet, although she could feel her fingers digging into his muscular shoulders, he didn't stop. "Please!" Jackie begged. Then she felt it.
It was big and round as it squeezed between the wet lips of her pussy. She felt his hand guiding it, rubbing it for a moment on her clit. She felt her body tremble beneath his weight. He had hit the mark. He was pressing into the tight opening of her vagina. He was pushing against her, poking his cock into her virgin hole!
Jackie prayed that the tight skin of her tender hymen would be enough to stop him. Certainly he would not try to deflower her. Certainly he wouldn't take her cherry. She felt his prick stretching out the walls of her cunt, poking deeper into the spit-soaked snatch. Now! she prayed. It's got to stop him now! He seemed to be getting it in so easily.
Suddenly she felt it. The sharp pain of virgin membrane battered by stiff cock. His hips thrust against her as he tried to push past her maidenhead. She felt her body fighting back against the rough invasion. Then, in an instant, it was all over. Her cherry split open and he had won. He had stormed down all the obstacles and now he was pressing forward, sinking quickly into her tight channel. Jackie relaxed underneath him. She had lost the contest. She was no longer virgin.
But Dave's prick continued its journey deep down her dry cunt. His hips rose and fell in the narrow space beneath the porch. She was very tight. If he hadn't used his tongue on her, he never would have gotten in. She would have been too tight, too dry. But that tongue had made it for him. With her snatch sopping with saliva, there was no way she could have stopped him, no way she could have resisted the hard thrusts of his cock.
Now, halfway inside her, the passage was no longer bathed in his own wetness. She was dry and tight and she was hurting him as badly as he was probably hurting her. But Dave was patient. He knew just what he was doing. He fucked gently, not trying to go too deep too fast. He fucked gently, and gradually his efforts were rewarded. Gradually her body sent down its own slippery lubrication. Gradually the harsh friction gave way to the silky smoothness of a hot, wet cunt.
It was all he had been waiting for. If she hadn't been so dry, he would have shot it already. Now, as he sunk in up to his balls, Dave increased the tempo. He shortened his strokes until they were hard, quick jabs. He was in all the way and she was feeling every inch of his throbbing prick. She was feeling nine horny inches of male cock. Dave drove in and out, in and out but he didn't try to make it last too long. He knew she was ready and he was ready too.
"Yes!" he cried as he felt her hips rise to meet him. His balls exploded in a tight spasm and he was shooting. He was shooting hot cum and he was shooting it right into her. Right into the deepest recesses of her cunt. His cock leaped and twitched. It shot again and again. He could feel the inside of her body expanding to meet the gush of cum. He could feel her cunt grabbing hold of his prick and running up and down it in tight little contractions. He felt her body rise and stiffen. His body stiffened too. He had shot his wad and he had made her come.
Dave rolled off her and lay in the sand beside her. They were motionless for a longtime. Finally Jackie sat up. As she did so, she couldn't help noticing that she was a little sore between her legs.
"Don't worry," Dave said, seeing her wince. "It won't last long." He reached for her panties and shook the sand out of them. "Here, you'd better use these to wipe yourself. I didn't bring a handkerchief."
Jackie took the panties and looked down between her legs. She could see that his thick, white semen was beginning to ooze from between the hairy folds of her twat. She wished there was something else she could have used, but she realized that if she didn't wipe herself, it would go in her pants. Then she would have two things to wash instead of one. She reached between her legs and carefully wiped up the gooey mess. It hurt her a little and when she drew the panties away from her crotch she noticed that there was blood on them. It was all that was left of her cherry.
Dave was already starting to get dressed. Jackie took one more dab at herself with the panties and then looked at them. They were all messy now.
"Hey," Dave offered. "Let's bury them. It'll be a monument to your lost virginity." He scooped out a hole in the sand. Jackie hesitated but she realized that if she put them with her other dirty laundry, Sally might find them. Sally would probably guess what had happened. She didn't want Sally to know. Jackie dropped the panties into the hole that Dave had made and watched while he buried them. It was as if he was burying her whole childhood. Now she knew what it was to be a woman.
Jackie turned her back to him while she dressed. Now that it was over, her modesty was returning. They crawled out from under the porch and Dave tried to put his arm around her.
"No," Jackie protested. "Someone may see us." She wondered what Toni would think if she knew what had happened. It worried her now but there was nothing she could do. There was certainly no way she could bring her maidenhead back. She pushed Dave's hand away from her and tried to straighten out her clothes. It was time to face the music- As they climbed back onto the porch again, Jackie glanced through the picture window. She couldn't see anyone through it and she wondered what was happening inside. Dave held the door open for her and she stepped into the house.
As the door closed behind them, Jackie could hear sounds from the living room. But the tone of the voices had changed. She couldn't hear Ernie at all now and Toni and Betty seemed to be crying out and giggling about something. She wondered what was going on.
Dave was right behind her when she walked into the living room. What she saw was so horrible that she couldn't even turn around and face him. If she faced him she would have to say something, but what could she say? There was Ernie, stretched out on the rug, naked. There were the two women, as naked as Ernie. They were both straddling him. Betty was squatting over his hips and Ernie's cock was fucking in and out of her hairy twat. And that wasn't all. While Ernie sucked and fucked them, the two women were kissing each other! They were kissing each other and fondling each other's titties. Jackie couldn't believe it.
"Want to get some of this action?" Dave asked.
Although she heard the sound of his voice, the words were lost on her. She just stood there as Dave passed by her and walked over to his wife. Jackie cringed. What was he going to do to Toni? She didn't want to see it. She didn't like violence. Dave was reaching for her and at first Jackie thought he was going to choke her. But it wasn't her neck he was grabbing, it was her titties. He was cupping her jugs, squeezing them in his hands. He was fondling her and playing with her, as if nothing had happened.
Jackie threw her hands over her eyes. She couldn't bear to watch. She dashed past them, into her room. She locked the door and fell onto the bed. She buried her head under the pillow and started to sob. It was all catching up with her.
Jackie held the pillow tight over her ears but still she could hear the sounds from the other room. She could hear the moans and the little gasps and the sharp cries of ecstasy. They were making love, if you could call it that. It was so disgusting. How had she ever given herself to a beast like Dave? She had trusted him because he had been sweet to her. But now she was afraid he had only been sweet to her for one reason. He had only been sweet to her because he had wanted to fuck her.
Well, he had done that. He had fucked her. Even though she had been a virgin, he had taken her and used her for his pleasure. Now, having gotten what he wanted from her, he had left her to join an orgy! It made her feel so dirty and low. It made her feel so terribly degraded. Why had she ever trusted him? Jackie could only find one answer. She had trusted him because she had wanted it all to happen!
"How would you like to own that boat?" Sally asked, pointing to a yacht which was riding at anchor in the outer harbor. "I bet the guy who owns it is loaded."
"And probably old and bald," Jackie kidded.
"And probably about to kick off and leave everything he has to a beautiful young widow!"
They both laughed at their own jokes. It was good to laugh again, Jackie thought. It had been such a grim morning. She had stayed in bed until the others had already been up and around. She hadn't wanted to talk to Dave and Toni. Not after what had happened the day before. Yet when she finally put on her bathing suit with a blouse and jeans over it and came down to breakfast, they were still sitting there.
Although they tried to be friendly, Jackie couldn't help being cold to them. There had simply been no excuse for their behavior, even if it was their own house. There hadn't been any excuse for her behavior either, and that made it even worse. She had been glad when Sally suggested they go to Belle Harbor and have lunch at the White Sands. It was so nice here. Nobody had bothered them all day. Even the boys at the other tables had done no more than glance in their direction.
"Jackie," Sally said, bending over the table to talk to her. "What do you think goes on out there?" She said it as if the yacht might be the center of all sorts of illicit activities.
"Smugglers," Jackie said firmly.
"Pirates," Sally suggested, pointing at the boat again where a swimmer was now diving off into the water. "See? They're making someone walk the plank!"
"Do you like it?" a voice from behind them asked.
They both turned and stared. He must have been close to fifty. Although he had the appearance of a man who has reached the fullness of maturity, there seemed to be a certain zest to him which is usually associated with youth. He was about medium height, heavyset without being pudgy, and he sported a mustache which was as white as his hair. He wore white trousers and white boating shoes. Despite the heat of the afternoon, he was wearing a blue blazer with an ascot at the neck of his pale-yellow shirt. A nautical cap on his head completed the authentic yachting look. Before he even told them, both girls guessed that he was the owner of the boat they had been looking at.
"She's really a beauty," he continued, talking about the boat. "Yes, they hardly make them like that any more. She's an old one. 'Forty-nine. And one of the few good ones made after the war. Built down at Newport News, back in the days when shipbuilders still thought they might revive some of the old quality, before they learned they had to cater to these newcomers who don't know a head from a bulkhead. Yes," he said dreamily, "those days have gone."
"Golly," Jackie said. "It must be nice to go on a cruise with a boat like that."
"Nice?" the man said. "Nice isn't the word for it. But let me introduce myself. I'm Jack Harris, captain and owner of the Sadie Masters, the very fine craft which you were just looking at. Do you mind if I join you? It's not often that such an old man as myself has the opportunity to enjoy the company of two such delightfully attractive young ladies as yourselves."
"Why certainly," Jackie said before she saw Sally glaring at her. She wondered why Sally was looking at her that way. She knew her sister wasn't a gold-digger but that was no reason not to be polite to the gentleman. After all, their parents had taught them always to be courteous to older people. "I'm Jackie Johnson and this is my sister, Sally," she told him.
"Are you ladies down for the summer?" Jack Harris asked, seating himself in one of the two extra chairs at the table. "Belle Harbor is so lovely in the summer. All of Ocean Beach is lovely at this time of year. I wouldn't be any place else."
"We're only staying for two weeks," Jackie said, feeling like something of an imposter. Jack Harris had simply presumed they were summer people while, in fact, they were hardly better than tourists. "Our cousin, Toni, has a house on the beach," she explained, as if to prove they really did belong. But Jack Harris didn't seem to mind. He continued to stare, dreamy-eyed, out at the blue water on which his yacht rode at anchor.
"Say," he said, turning to Jackie. "How would you like to go out there for a swim? The water's lovely, and it would be such a treat for me to have some company."
"Golly," Jackie said, "could we?"
"Sure. You both have bathing suits on, so that wouldn't be a problem. My launch is tied up down at the pier. You'll find that it's a delightful ride out there. That is, if you don't mind small boats."
"What about it?" Jackie asked her sister. She was afraid that Sally, for some inexplicable reason, was going to say no. Then the trip would be off. Certainly she couldn't go with a strange man all by herself. But Sally surprised her. Sally must have sensed that Jackie wanted to go very badly, even though she didn't have any enthusiasm for the venture.
"All right," Sally agreed. "But I don't know how long we can stay."
"Fear not," Jack Harris announced gallantly. "Whenever you're ready, I'll have my boy take you ashore."
"Okay, then," Sally agreed. Jackie could have kissed her sister. At times Sally could be so understanding. When the waiter brought their check, Jack Harris asked to have it put on his account. The waiter disappeared before they could protest.
Jack Harris led them dockside and they climbed down the rickety wooden ladder to the narrow walkway which led to his launch. He helped them each aboard and then cast off the lines himself. He hopped onto the bow deck and took his place behind the steering wheel. He pushed a button and the engine roared to life. In another moment they were headed for open water.
Spray flew in their faces as they stood up and leaned forward over the small plexiglas windshield. Even though the spray was wetting her blouse, Jackie didn't mind getting wet. She knew that by the time they got back to shore, it would already have been dried by the hot sun. The launch skipped over the waves and it seemed like too short a time before they were pulling alongside Jack Harris' yacht.
"Hey there!" he called as he cut back the engine and threw the hollow rubber fenders over the side. Jackie saw someone coming on deck to take the line. Her heart sank in her stomach. It was Billy!
Billy tied the line to a cleat and placed a small rope ladder over the side. Jack helped Sally up it and then Jackie was taking her turn. She stood on the spotlessly clean deck and watched Jack Harris climb up behind them. Billy, having finished his duties, disappeared without even saying hello. Jack seemed pleased that the youth was gone. Jackie couldn't help being pleased too.
"Well, let me show you around,-" he said. "But perhaps you'd like to go for a quick dip first?"
"No," Jackie said, "I'd like to look around."
"I'll take that swim, if you don't mind," Sally announced. "I'm ready for it after being out in the sun all day."
Although Jackie knew that Sally was not really so ready for a swim as she pretended to be, and that, for some reason, she had simply not wanted to be with Jack Harris, there was nothing she could say. But Jack didn't mind. He showed Sally the ladder where she could climb back aboard after diving into the water. He promised to bring her a towel. Sally thanked him and proceeded to the stern of the boat. She quickly stripped off her jeans and T-shirt and stepped to the side. She stood in position for a moment, her body tensed and extended. Then she dove.
Jackie hadn't missed the way Jack had looked at her sister. It made her feel a little jealous. Sally was wearing her tiny bikini again and, from the look he had given her, Jack Harris had definitely approved of it. Jackie almost wished she had a bathing suit like that. Then she could catch Jack's eye. Out here, away from the crowded beach, it would be all right. After all, Jack was old enough to be her father. Certainly he wasn't going to hurt her.
Jackie followed Jack down below deck and was surprised to find how cramped the quarters were. There was a little galley stove and two bunk beds across from it. Farther forward, there was a tiny stateroom with a larger bed. This, she learned, was Jack's bed. Billy slept out in the galley.
Although she enjoyed the tour that he gave her, the boat really wasn't as big and as exciting close up as it had appeared from the shore. Although Jack continued to keep up a steady stream of patter about how wonderful it was, Jackie felt she really didn't know enough about boats to appreciate what he was saying. She tried to be polite, for she liked Jack Harris, but she was eager to get back on deck. When Jack put his arm around her in the galley, she suggested that she too would like to go for a swim.
They came back on deck and Sally was still in the water. "Hey," Jackie cried to her. "Here I come!" Quickly she stripped off her jeans and blouse and lay them carefully on the cushion of the bench at the stern. She noticed that Jack was watching her critically and she hoped her figure met with his approval. Even though she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit, the suit hid none of the soft lines of her body. Even her bosom was accentuated by the padding in the bra cups.
Jackie stepped to the little rail and dove over the side. The water was so deep and blue. This was much more fun than swimming at the beach where you had to be careful about the undertow, and it was such a long way out before the bottom disappeared from under your feet. She went under water and stayed for a long time. She came up and splashed Sally. She swam under water again and decided she was going to grab Sally's big toe. When she looked around and tried to find it, she couldn't see Sally anywhere. She stayed under water until she thought her lungs were going to burst. Then she surfaced. She looked around and still no Sally.
"Up here, silly," Sally called. Jackie looked and saw her sister standing on deck next to Jack. She could have climbed back out of the water herself now, since it really wasn't that much fun to swim alone, but she didn't want to seem like a copycat. She swam awhile longer before she reached for the ladder. She clung to it for a moment and shook her hair out of her face.
"Well, how did you like your swim?" Jack asked her as he helped her aboard.
"Great," Jackie said with enthusiasm. "Really great!" Jackie looked around and saw that Sally was getting dressed. She saw that Billy had come out from wherever he had disappeared to and was now holding the painter from the launch. She realized that Sally was getting ready to leave.
"Sally has to get back ashore," Jack announced. "I do hope that you'll stay awhile longer. Billy here will run her in. We'll still have the rowboat here, if you decide you have to get going. But I do hope you'll stay awhile. It really is such a lovely day."
Jackie knew her mother would have been very upset to know she was staying alone with Jack Harris on his boat. But she couldn't help thinking that the reason why Sally wanted to go was so she could be alone with Billy. After what had happened with Dave, Jackie had to face reality. There was a very good chance that her sister was not a virgin. There was a very good chance that Sally had gone to bed with Billy. Probably that was just where they were going now. Probably Billy and Sally were going to... screw.
Well, she could play that game too. It really burned her up the way Sally had stepped in and taken Billy for herself. She wished it had been Billy rather than Dave who had taken her virginity. Then things would be different. Then it would probably be Sally who would have wanted to stay aboard while she went off in the launch with Billy. But it hadn't happened that way. Well, that was just fine with her. She had the feeling that Jack Harris liked her, and Jack Harris wasn't some down-at-the heels nobody. Jack Harris owned his own boat.
"Ready?" Billy asked as Sally snapped the snap at the waist of her jeans. She was still wearing her wet bathing suit under her clothes but Jackie couldn't help thinking that she was planning to take it off soon enough. Just as soon as she and Billy were out of sight.
"See you later," Sally called to her as she stepped over the side. Jackie sensed that Sally was a little apprehensive about something. Probably it was the fact that Billy was such a pervert. Perhaps he had already tried to get Sally to do it to him with her mouth. Jackie knew that even if Sally was a little promiscuous, she certainly wouldn't do a thing like that. But maybe she was afraid that Billy would try to force her. Maybe that was what was bothering Sally.
Jack stood next to her as they watched the launch speed off toward shore. The sound of the engine died away and they were alone. The only sound she could hear was the gentle lapping of the water against the side of the boat.
Jackie knew it was going to happen. She wondered why she didn't care. She had only just met this man and already she was willing to let it happen. She had let herself be all alone with him, with nothing around them but blue water and clear blue sky. Jack led her to the cushioned bench at the stern and Jackie knew it was going to happen. Jack was going to make love to her and she wasn't going to stop him.
"Do you like it here, Jackie?" Jack asked, looking down at her wet bathing suit. "I'm glad you came. In fact, I'm really glad that we're alone. The boy is such a nuisance. I don't know why I bother to have him. He's more trouble than he's worth."
"I know what you mean," Jackie said, thinking of all the trouble Billy had caused her. "I'm glad we're alone."
"Are you, Jackie?" he asked. "Are you really?" He was looking her right in the eye.
"Yes," Jackie said, knowing what he would think. She didn't care. She was ready for it. They were all alone. Nobody else would know. It wasn't like she was still a virgin. Not any more. Billy was with Sally and", unless she missed her guess, he would be gone for the rest of the afternoon. Wasn't that why Jack had said something about taking her home in the rowboat? Jack probably knew what was going on between Billy and her sister.
She was still sitting there, looking into his eyes, when his arm went around her. She felt his fingers on the back of her neck and she knew, instinctively, that he was reaching for the zipper. It ran down the full length of the back of her bathing suit. Jackie felt a shiver go up her spine. Was it really going to happen? Was she really just going to sit there and let him do it?
His fingers caught the tiny tab and she felt him tugging at it gently. She felt the two sides of her bathing suit part and expose her naked back to the warm sun. He pulled the zipper all the way to the bottom of the slide and she turned to face him.
"Raise your arms," Jack told her, catching hold of the shoulder straps of the suit. Jackie held her arms out and let him pull the straps forward. She let him pull the whole front of her bathing suit forward. She looked down and she was naked to the waist.
"Beautiful," Jack said, staring at her bare breasts. Jackie blushed. She was trying to be very bold but this was something she was still not used to. She was trying to act very sophisticated, like her sister and Toni, but in her heart she felt like a little girl.
Jack's hands cupped her breasts. Really they didn't need the support of his hands to make them stand out straight. They were so young and firm that they still had a natural uplift to them, an uplift which made them stand out proudly from her chest. Jack leaned forward and kissed each of her nipples and Jackie trembled. He seemed to be so knowing and experienced. She wondered if it was really true what he had said about how he so rarely saw such a beautiful girl. She couldn't help thinking that Jack had known many beautiful girls. It certainly seemed as though he would have.
Jack helped her to her feet and Jackie stood motionless on the deck. He knelt before her and stripped away her bathing suit. She lifted each foot in turn so he could get it off her. Then she was naked. And she was about to make love to a stranger.
At first, Jackie thought he was going to kiss her between the legs. He was looking right into her blonde-fringed pussy. But he just knelt there, examining her. The look he gave her made the cream start to flow inside her tight cunt.
Jackie waited for him to do something, to touch her and to fondle her, but he just knelt there and let his eyes feast on her naked body. Finally he got to his feet and took her hand. "We'll go below," he said, leading her to the ladder.
Jackie followed him through the narrow galley to the stateroom beyond. He closed the door behind them and Jackie expected him to kiss her, but he simply slipped out of his jacket. He probably wants to undress first, Jackie thought. She looked at the bed and at the smooth, cool covers. She climbed up on the bed and stretched out on top of them. It felt so good to be naked like this. Now she was proud of her body, proud of what it could do. If it hadn't been for her body, Jack probably wouldn't have invited her out here. For the first time in her life, she knew just how good it was to be a woman.
Jackie lay on her back and shamelessly let her legs spread apart. She wanted him to see, wanted him to see everything. This wasn't like that other time. Jack was not just seducing her. She was giving herself to Jack. Jack wasn't like Dave. Jack was a decent man. Probably he had deliberately gotten rid of Sally so they could be alone. Jack was so thoughtful. Jack would never try to take her to an orgy.
Jack slowly and meticulously removed his clothes. As he took them off. he hung them on the chair which stood in the corner. Jackie watched him undress. Although he was old and his skin was wrinkled from age, he looked very good. He looked almost like some old Indian chief who, despite his wrinkles, appears proud and dignified and not fat and flabby. She couldn't help admiring his build.
He stepped out of his shorts and turned to face her. Jackie saw that his penis was still shriveled up in a tight little ball. It looked cute like that. She wanted to play with it. He lay next to her and took her hand.
"Don't be afraid, my dear," he said, placing her hand on his little prick. Jackie touched him gently. She had never done this to a man before. She felt a strange curiosity about it. She wondered how they were going to make love when his penis was so small.
But then a strange thing started to happen. As Jackie rubbed his tiny prick in her hand, it began to grow. It startled her at first. Then she realized that this was the way it happened. This was what happened when a man got a hard-on. She pulled her hand away, and now she could see that his prick was growing on its own. She could see that it was growing very big.
"Roll over on your stomach, my dearest," Jack told her, and Jackie did as he said. He knelt behind her, as Dave had done when he had massaged her back. Only Jack wasn't massaging. Jack was reaching under her hips and lifting her up. Jackie got up on all fours, wondering what he was going to do.
Then she felt it. His penis was between her legs. But it was no longer soft. Not at all. It was long and hard and as she looked down she could see the head of it, poking out between her legs.
Jack quickly seized it and guided it between the soft, fluffy lips of her pussy. He rubbed back and forth in the groove and Jackie felt his bone rubbing against her clit. He was getting her terribly aroused. She knew she was making cream. Jack guided his cock back down her slit, searching for the opening of her vagina. Suddenly the head of his prick caught in the little depression. He had found what he was looking for.
But Jackie wasn't quite sure what was going to happen. They were crouching on the bed like two dogs. It was as if she was a bitch in heat and he was trying to mount her. She had seen dogs do it like this. It always embarrassed her when she realized what was happening. She always turned her head away so she wouldn't see. But now, with Jack, there was something very exciting about being mounted this way. She couldn't help moaning a little in anticipation. She felt the tight, wet walls being forced aside by the rounded head of his strong rod. He was pushing into her in little jabs. He was opening up the passage again, opening it and going into it. It felt so good!
Jackie tried to relax as he entered her. She couldn't help being a little tense. It was all so new to her. But she trusted him completely. She trusted him when he sank so deep inside of her that the hair on his balls tickled her between the legs. She trusted him when he reached over her and cupped her breasts again. She trusted him completely when he pushed her torso flat against the bed so only her perky ass was elevated as he drove gently into her.
Once Jack drew back too far and Jackie felt his prick slip out of her pussy. Jack grabbed it and tried to stuff it back in again but in his haste he tried to enter the wrong hole. Jackie felt the stubby head of his prick pushing against her tender anus. Quickly she warned him that he was off target. He tried again and this time his aim was more accurate. His prick sunk inside her slippery cunt.
"Oh, yes! Do it to me!" Jackie cried as he fucked in and out. "Please... please do it hard!"
He was trying. He was trying very hard and Jackie could feel his hard cock plunge deep into her twat in strokes which reamed out every inch of her tender passage. She could feel the tension building up inside her. Her body ached for his hot semen. Her hips pumped beneath him as she struggled to gain release. Suddenly the door flew open. Jackie looked up and saw that it was Billy. He was standing there watching them. There was a sullen, disgusted look on his face. "The launch is back," he told his boss.
Jackie held her hands over her breasts. How could he do this to her? How could he just walk in on them like this? It was so humiliating! Why didn't Jack say something? She felt like she would die. Now Sally would find out what she had done. It made her sick.
"Here. You'll need this," Billy said as he threw something at them. Jackie saw that it was a small face towel.
"Damn that boy," Jack cursed as Billy slammed the door behind him. "Don't let him upset you," he told Jackie.
She could see that Jack was planning to resume right where they had left off. "No," she said, suddenly pushing him away. "I don't want to do it any more." Her body still ached for him but how could she do it after what had just happened? And that Billy had been the one to catch them! After she had acted so coy and virginal with Billy that he had left her for Sally. What would he think of her now? Probably that she was a real bitch. That she was just a little gold digger. Jackie wanted to run after him and explain but she knew it would be no use. She had made her decision and now she was stuck with it. She had won Jack Harris but she had lost Billy.
"Please," Jackie said, looking around for her clothes and realizing they were still up on deck. "Please get my clothes." She knew he didn't want to but that he was too much of a gentleman to refuse. Jack nodded his head disgustedly and pulled on his shorts and pants. He headed back on deck.
She could hear him climbing the ladder and then she heard him starting to come back. Before he could get to her, Billy was calling something to him in a gruff voice. She wondered why he let Billy talk to him that way. If it had been her boat, she would have fired Billy. Billy certainly deserved it. She heard Jack talking and she realized that he was on the radio-telephone which he had taken such pains to show her. He had told her that it was a very expensive set. Curious to hear what he was saying, she tried to listen.
His words were not at all distinct, but there was one thing she could make out. He was talking to a friend, saying that he would meet him at Racer's Tavern. She wondered where Racer's Tavern was. She had never heard of it. Maybe she could go there herself and meet Jack again. Maybe she could go there some time when Billy wasn't around to spoil things.
On the way back in the boat, Jack explained about Billy. Jackie said that he didn't have to, that it was really none of her business, but Jack insisted. He said that he was very sorry for what had happened. He realized that it must have been a terrible embarrassment for her. If it had been anyone else but Billy, he would have given him a sound thrashing. But Billy, well, he couldn't do that. It was a promise he had made to the boy's mother.
Jackie told him that she was sorry she had acted so badly. She admitted that she hadn't understood. Although she didn't press him for details, in her imagination she began to make up stories about Jack and Billy's mother. Perhaps Billy's mother was some old lady whom Jack had befriended. Perhaps she was the cleaning lady in Jack's office. Perhaps she was some unfortunate who had fallen into bad times.
That would help to explain quite a few things about Billy. It would explain why he always wore such bad clothes and why his behavior was so wild. Probably his mother had been so busy working her fingers to the bone to feed him that she didn't have time to give him the supervision that a growing boy needs. Jackie felt better now that she had come up with this explanation. It made her understand one thing very clearly. Although Billy might not be a bad person, he was someone she should stay away from. She knew she had been smart to stay away from Billy. She realized she had been smart to befriend Jack Harris instead.
Thursday morning when Jackie woke up, she decided she was no longer mad at Toni and Dave. After all, they really hadn't forced her to do anything against her will. Dave hadn't forced her to let him lie between her legs. She had been all too willing to let him drive his stiff cock past her tight cherry. And if Toni and Dave were swingers, well, that was none of her business. She had woken up feeling happy and it was a bright, sunny day. How could she help being in love with the whole world? It seemed strange now to think that she had ever been a virgin.
"Hi," Dave greeted her as she came to the breakfast table. "You're looking better today."
"Thank you," Jackie told him. "I feel better. I'm sorry about the way I've been acting."
"It's nothing, honey," Toni assured her. "It happens to all of us. Believe me, I have my ups and downs too. Just ask Dave."
Dave nodded his head to confirm what his wife was saying.
"We were planning to go for a drive today," Toni continued. "Sally said she'd like to come along. How about you? We'll be back by one o'clock if you have any other plans. We just thought we'd get out and see some sights. Maybe drive down by Belle Harbor."
"Golly," Jackie said, thinking of Jack Harris. "I'd like that."
"Wonderful," Toni said. "Just eat your breakfast and we'll be ready to go."
It really was a nice drive and Jackie was in the mood for it. Dave drove and Toni sat in the front seat with him. She sat in back with Sally, watching the cars go by and laughing at the people. It seemed like everybody else was headed for the beach. There wasn't much traffic in their direction. Probably they would hit traffic coming back.
At Belle Harbor Dave bought them each a gin and tonic at the White Sands. The waiter didn't even ask how old they were. It made Jackie feel very grown up. Afterward, they walked down by the water and looked at the boats which were tied up at the pier. Jackie looked to see if she could spot Jack's boat but the outer harbor was empty. Probably he had gone on a cruise somewhere. She wondered if he had found some other girl to take with him. The thought made her insanely jealous. Sally saw her looking. Sally knew what she was looking for but she didn't say anything. Jackie was relieved. She didn't want Dave and Toni to find out about how she had fallen for an older man. They would probably think she was just being foolish.
Finally they returned to the car to drive home for lunch. Jackie could feel herself getting hungry. She was looking forward to the hamburgers and onions that Toni had promised her. Sally always warned her not to eat the onions because they spoiled her breath, but the only one she would have kept her breath sweet for today was Jack Harris, and Jack Harris was away on a cruise. Jackie decided to kid Sally if she said anything about onions. If Jack Harris was away, Billy was away too. Sally could let her hair down and get bad breath without worrying that she would lose her lover.
But Jackie knew she wouldn't say it. Even though she had decided that Jack Harris was a much more sensible choice as a lover, she still felt a little upset about losing Billy. Perhaps she was just being possessive, but she didn't want Sally to have him. Even if Billy were just the son of a cleaning lady, she liked his carefree way. Even though he had embarrassed her when she had been with Jack, she couldn't help admiring his insolence.
I'd better not think of it, Jackie told herself. Maybe she would never see either of them again. She felt Sally tugging her arm and she turned to look where Sally was pointing.
"What kind of people do you think go there?" Sally asked. Jackie saw a rustic cabin set back from the road. In the parking lot in front of it there were several cars and motorcycles. The cars had all been customized by their owners. Although they had spinners on their wheel covers, most of the other chrome had been stripped off of them. One of the cars had been lowered in the rear so that the tailpipes practically dragged on the ground. She had seen cars like these before. Some of the hoods at Lyndale High drove cars like these. They were always racing them and getting into trouble with the police. She knew a girl who had gone out with some of them. She had gotten in trouble too.
Jackie had been so busy thinking about cars that she almost missed seeing the sign over the door. It was not a big sign. Nor was it clearly visible from the road. It was the kind of sign that a private club might use, a club that was not looking for business from tourists. Those were always the kind of places Jackie liked when she was on vacation. The kind of places that only local people went to. The sign simply said: Razor's Tavern.
Racer's Tavern! Jackie thought. That was the place where Jack was meeting his friend. Racer's. That would explain the hot rods that were parked in front. Probably this was a place where people who liked cars and racing met. But no. The sign hadn't said Racer's. They were already past it now and it was too late to look back. But then Jackie realized that the sign had said Razor's. Razor's Tavern.
Well, whatever, she was sure that this was it. "What's that place we just passed?" she asked Dave.
"Razor's Tavern?" he asked. She had been right about the name. "I've never been in there. Toni? Know anything about it?" Toni shook her head. "Sorry, honey, I guess it's just one of the local watering holes."
"Oh," Jackie said, a little disappointed. She had assumed that if Jack Harris went there, it must be something special. Jack seemed like a special person. He certainly had been very nice to her.
A thought occurred to her. Perhaps after they had finished lunch she could talk Sally into going for another drive with her. They could take their mother's car and come back this way. She wouldn't say what she wanted to do, but when they came to Razor's Tavern, she would suggest that they stop for a drink, even if they were underage. Sally would go along with that. She always did. Then they could just go in and see what kind of a place Jack Harris hung out in when he was with his friends.
While Toni was cooking lunch, Dave decided to wash the car. He hooked up a garden hose and went to work. He told them that if he didn't wash it off from time to time, the salt spray from the ocean would eat away all the metal. He offered to wash their car too. Jackie and Sally sat on the front porch and watched him. It was as good a time as any. Nervously Jackie turned to her sister. "Sally, how about taking the car and going for another little ride after lunch?"
Sally looked at her. Jackie knew she suspected something. She hoped Sally wouldn't say no. "Okay," Sally agreed. "What tricks do you have up your sleeve today?" They grinned at each other. They were always playing tricks on each other, harmless, sisterly tricks.
It worked just the way Jackie had planned it. Sally was driving and when they passed Razor's Tavern, Jackie suggested that they stop for a drink. Sally could see that Jackie had something up her sleeve. Until they had gone on this trip, Jackie had never even tasted liquor. Why did she suddenly want to go to a bar? But Sally didn't care. She swung the car into the parking lot and simply asked, "Got any I.D.?"
Jackie hadn't but they decided to try and bluff their way in. After all, the worst that could happen was that they could get kicked out. And that really wouldn't be so terrible. Jackie just wanted to see what the place looked like.
They climbed out of the car and Jackie found herself leading the way to the small door. She looked at the sign again and hoped this really was the place. It did seem funny that Jack's friends would drive hot rods with pairs of dice hanging from their mirrors and little car club plaques dangling from their rear bumpers. Still, they were already here and it was too late to turn back. She pushed open the door and found herself in a little vestibule. There was a second door and she pushed that open too. Inside, Razor's Tavern was so dark that she could hardly see.
Coming in from the bright sunlight, it took her a few moments before her eyes adjusted to the dim light. Then she could see a bar with a mirror and rows of bottles behind it. There was a man sitting at it, talking to the bartender. Besides the man at the bar there were five or six men standing at the far end of the room where there were several pinball machines and an electric bowling machine. They were gathered around the bowling machine, taking turns at sliding the steel puck down the smooth lane at the plastic pins. They were laughing and drinking and joking about their scores.
Only the bartender and the man at the bar had looked at the girls when they had come in. Jackie thought this was a little strange. Usually when they went some place together all the men leered at them as if their eyes were going to pop out of their heads. Jackie decided that it was a relief to come to a place like this, where the men were more polite. Probably that was why Jack Harris came here. Jack was a real gentleman.
They sat down at a table and waited for the bartender to come and take their order. Jackie was sure he had seen them. But he wasn't hurrying over to take their order. He just kept polishing a glass and talking to the man sitting in front of him. Perhaps he knew they were underage and he wasn't going to serve them. Jackie almost felt like leaving and she started to get up. But Sally held her arm. "Here he comes," Sally said.
Jackie looked and saw that the bartender had, indeed, come out from behind the bar. But the other man, the one who had been sitting talking to him, was coming too. Jackie wondered if they were about to get thrown out.
"Sorry ladies," the bartender said. "We don't serve women in this section. You'll have to go around the side." He pointed to the other end of the L-shaped room.
Jackie and Sally looked at each other. They hadn't seen any sign for a ladies' section. Yet he was going to serve them. That was something. And maybe there were other people in the ladies' section. Maybe they just hadn't seen them. But it certainly didn't sound as if there were other people around the side. The only sounds Jackie could hear were the occasional obscenities of the bowlers. It seemed strange to her. Still, the man probably knew what he was talking about. After all, he was the bartender.
"Shall we?" Sally asked, getting up. Jackie nodded her head, a little embarrassed by the mistake they had made. She wondered why the other man had come over with the bartender. He was very handsome, in a working class way, but he certainly wasn't the kind of man that she would ever go out with.
"Hi, there," the man with the bartender said as the girls got to their feet. "My name's Rip. I'll show you the way."
Rip was thin, in a way that made him look tall, although he wasn't. He was dressed in faded jeans, and a faded dungaree jacket covered his Western shirt with it's twin buttons on each pocket. His dark hair was combed back from his face and held in place with greasy hair oil. His clean-shaven jaw was hard and lean. His eyes were hard too and Jackie wondered if perhaps he was an unemployed cowboy who had wandered from the range to find a job in the city. When she looked down at his feet, sure enough, he was wearing black cowboy boots with high heels and pointed toes. She couldn't help thinking that it was a little strange that he wanted to guide them. They just had to walk around the corner of the taproom.
"I guess so," Jackie said, a little hesitantly. She looked at Sally and could see that her sister wasn't too wild about it either. Still, the bartender seemed to know Rip. Probably he was one of the regular customers. She had wanted to go where there was some authentic local color. It would be silly to be rude now that one of the local people had taken a liking to them. "Coming?" she asked her sister.
They followed the bartender to the other end of the room and Rip walked beside them. As they turned the corner of the taproom, Jackie saw that the back section was as empty as the front. "That's it there," Rip said, pointing to a door at the back wall. If he hadn't pointed it out to her, Jackie would have thought it was just a storeroom.
The bartender waited until they had caught up to him before opening the door. Where they were standing now, they were out of sight of the bowlers. In fact, nobody else could see them. The bartender swung the door open and Jackie looked into darkness. She had been right the first time. It was nothing but a storeroom!
"What - " she started to ask but she felt Rip's powerful arms grab her. She was lifted right off her feet and flung into the darkness. She landed on the hard floor of the storeroom and sprawled or "r back. As she looked back at the light of the taproom, she could see Sally struggling with the bartender. One hand was on her breast and the other had grabbed her from behind, right between her legs! He picked her up as if she was no more than a doll and flung her into the room. Jackie heard Sally fall with a crash. She had knocked something over as she had landed.
Jackie knelt on the floor, too stunned to think. She saw Rip step inside the room. Then the light went on. Jackie looked around and saw the cases of whiskey and beer. She saw the mops and brooms and the barrels of detergent. And she saw the mattress in the corner. It was spread out on top of two wooden cases. It was old and dirty and stained in the middle. She had an uneasy feeling about what had caused those stains.
Jackie looked back at the door and saw that the other men had suddenly appeared, the men who had been playing at the bowling machine. It was as if they had known what was happening all along. It was as if they had just been waiting for this. Jackie watched five of them file into the room. They stood along the wall without saying anything. The bartender waited until they were all inside. Then he turned to Rip.
"Guess you fellows are all set now. See you later," he grinned. He closed the door behind him as he returned to his bar. Rip waited until he was gone. Then he locked the heavy door from the inside. They would not be disturbed.
"What do you want with us?" Sally yelled at one of the men who was standing along the wall. "Why did you bring us in here?" She had recovered from her fall and was getting spunky again. Jackie wanted to say something too, but she was scared. Her elbow still hurt a little from where she had fallen on it.
"Go ahead, Pete," Rip called to the man Sally had singled out. "Tell her."
Pete grinned at Rip and he grinned at Sally. He hooked his fingers into the garrison belt which hung low on his narrow hips. If it had hung any lower, his pants would have fallen off. His muscles flexed and Jackie noticed the red heart-shaped tattoo just below his shoulder. The sleeves of his T-shirt had been torn off so the tattoo was clearly visible. Inside the heart she could see the initials M.F.
Pete stepped up to Sally who had gotten to her feet. Jackie couldn't help thinking how brave her sister was to face this hoodlum so boldly. Sally's hands were on the hips of her cut-off dungarees and her bosom heaved beneath her polo shirt. She glared at Pete. When Sally got angry she could be very nasty.
"So?" Sally demanded, yelling into his face. "Like to beat up women, tough guy?"
But Pete just grinned at her. "Nobody's going to beat you up, honey. Not if you just do like you're told. Just do what you're told and you can have a real good time with us boys. Just do what you're told, and start by... " Pete reached out with both hands and seized the open neck of Sally's polo shirt. "By taking this off!" Pete said as his hands came away, ripping the shirt open to" her waist. Jackie's jaw dropped as Sally's natural line bra was suddenly exposed. It was so thin that even from where she was kneeling on the floor, she could see Sally's brown nipples. Pete could see them too. The look in his eye told her that.
"Keep away from me!" Sally cried, with a little less self-assurance. She tried to back away from him but another man had come up behind her.
"Come on, honey," he said. "Those tits ain't nothing to be ashamed of." Sally turned to face the new danger but already the man's arms had gone around her waist. He pinned her arms to her side so she couldn't claw him. Sally struggled to break free. "Come on, Pete, goddamn it! I can't hold this bitch forever!"
"Shit, Ned, you're looking like you're doing a real good job." Pete watched Sally struggle for a moment. Then, as her resistance started to subside, he stepped forward. Jackie saw his hand go right to the crotch of Sally's shorts.
"Keep your hands off that!" Sally cried, but there was nothing she could do to stop him.
With Ned holding her, Pete was able to rub his hand up and down the front of her shorts and she couldn't stop him.
"Hey!" Rip said from where he was standing. "We're waiting to see them jugs." The others by the wall laughed. They were waiting too. Pete's hand rose from Sally's crotch and his arms reached around her, searching for the hooks of her bra. As he stood in front of her, Sally suddenly spit right in his face.
"Bitch!" Pete cried, wiping her saliva off his cheek. Jackie was pleased that Sally's aim had been good. She was not so pleased by the next thing that happened. Pete drew back his hand and smacked Sally across the mouth. When his hand came away, Jackie could see a little trickle of blood running down from the corner of Sally's mouth. Sally was stunned. This time when Pete reached for her bra, she didn't resist.
"Christ, what a set of knobs," a man called as Pete tore away her brassiere, ripping the shoulder straps. He threw the bra aside and covered the firm white globes with his hands. "Hey," the other man called. "You're blocking our view."
"Shut up, Frank," Rip ordered. "You'll get your chance." But Pete's hands had already left Sally's breasts. Pete had knelt down in front of her sister and Jackie saw that he was trying to take off her shorts!
"Take it easy, honey, and you won't get hurt. You know what we want, don't you? Well?" Pete said, looking up at her. When Sally didn't answer, Ned shook her a little. Sally nodded her head. "And you're going to give it to us, right?" Pete asked again. Ned shook her some more but Sally didn't respond.
"Don't worry about her," Rip said, interrupting them. "We can get everything we want from this little cunt. She ain't going to say no, are you honey?" Jackie saw that he was looking at her. Rip took one step forward. "I'll bet you'd be happy to give us lonely guys a little pussy. I'll bet you'd really like that. Come on now, what do you say?" Rip took another step forward.
"Leave my sister alone!" Sally suddenly cried so fiercely that they all stopped and looked at her. Sally had no way of knowing anything about Dave. She had no way of knowing anything about Jack. Sally had simply remembered her sister's embarrassment when she had frigged Billy off in the car. She had never thought about it before but on that day she had realized that Jackie was a virgin. As far as Sally knew, Jackie was still a virgin. Although they were the same age, she was the one with all the experience. Now, looking at her sister cowering on the floor, she realized that she couldn't let Jackie be gang raped by a bunch of brutal hoodlums. It would be a terrible thing to happen to a young, innocent girl. She didn't want to get raped either, but she was less innocent. She sensed that if she gave them what they wanted, they wouldn't hurt Jackie. "Leave her alone!" she cried again. "I'll do whatever you want. But leave my sister alone!"
Rip looked at her. He looked at Jackie and saw the terror in her eyes. He thought about it a minute. "I don't know, honey. You're looking at a lot of horny cocks. I don't know if one cunt's going to take it all."
"I'll take it," Sally cried again. "I'll take it any way you can give it. Just leave my sister alone!"
Jackie looked at Sally. She didn't know what to say. She felt that it was wrong to let her sister offer herself to these men for her sake. Yet she was too scared to say anything, too afraid that they would hurt her. It was wrong but she didn't try to stop Sally.
"Well," Rip said, looking at Sally again. "What about it, boys? Maybe she's right." Jackie could see that some of the others were going to protest, but Rip was their leader. They didn't want to contradict him. One by one, they gave their assent. "Okay," Rip finally said, looking back at Jackie. "Nobody's going to lay a hand on you. But I want you to watch. I want you to see what's happening so next time you'll know the score. Got that? You're going to watch, and so help me, if I see you looking away, you're going to get everything that she gets - double!"
No, Jackie thought, that was too horrible. It was horrible enough that they were going to rape her sister, but that she would have to watch it! She couldn't bear it. "No!" Jackie cried. "No! No! No!"
"Jackie!" Sally called to her quickly. "Do what they say. Don't worry about it. Just do what they say. Watch what's happening. Don't take your eyes off me. Understand? Promise me you won't take your eyes off me!"
Sally suspected that it was very important that Jackie watch. She remembered the last thing Rip had said, about how Jackie was going to get it double if she tried to look away. She wasn't eager to get fucked by six horny toughs but, if it would save her sister, she would do it. But if Jackie looked away, it would all be in vain. "Promise me!" Sally demanded.
"I promise," Jackie said, unable to refuse her sister. Not when she was making such a sacrifice for her. It was a horrible promise to make but she made it. "I promise I'll watch."
"Well," Rip said. "Now that that's settled, let's get down to business. Come on, honey," he said to Jackie. "You're going to sit up here, right next to me, and watch this show. You're going to like this a real lot. Maybe you'll learn a few things, though you don't look like there's anything much we could teach you."
Jackie ignored his last remark as she followed him to a stack of beer cases. She felt her skin crawl as Rip helped her up. A shiver went up her spine as he put his arm around her. "Don't be scared, honey. I just want to make sure you don't miss anything." He looked up at Sally. "What was that you were going to do for us now?"
"I guess she was going to give us a little pussy," Pete said. "Ain't that right, baby? You was going to show us how good you could use that snapper!" As he said it, he placed his hand on Sally's crotch again. Sally twisted and squirmed but Jackie could see that her heart was no longer in it. She could see that her sister was going to submit.
Pete's fingers found the metal snap at the waist of Sally's cut-off jeans. Ned was still holding her tight as he unfastened the snap. He took hold of the brass slide of her zipper and in one smooth motion, drew it to her crotch. He caught the shredded cotton of the cut�off legs and gave them a tug. Sally's shorts were coming down.
The others all watched as Pete let them fall at her feet. Through Sally's nylon panties, her dark muff was already visible. "Ain't that something?" Pete noted, petting her pussy a little. "Now let's take a look!"
His fingers found the tiny elastic which rode low on Sally's hips. Slowly he peeled her panties down, down over her chestnut thatch, down over her firm ass, down until her panties fell on top of her shorts, and, except for the ripped polo shirt, Sally was naked.
"Hey, Pete!" a man cried. "Is she good enough to eat?"
"I don't know, Chris, but I'm going to find out!" Jackie watched him raise his hands to Sally's pussy. His thumbs were together and he pressed them to the hairy groove. One thumb caught at each of her pussylips, spreading them apart, splitting her muff. He held her cunt open and leaned forward. His tongue flicked into her in short jabs. It landed on her clit and Sally couldn't help moaning a little. Her body was trembling.
"Look at that, the bitch is hot for it!" Chris called again. "Come on, Pete, don't keep the lady waiting."
But that was not Pete's intention. He would never keep a lady waiting, not when he had one like this. His tongue swept into her again and now Jackie could see a doubtful expression on her sister's face. Although she was unwilling, Sally couldn't help being aroused by what Pete was doing to her! Jackie felt a tremendous compassion for her sister. She knew just how embarrassing it must be. She would be embarrassed too if these men had forced her to become aroused.
Pete's tongue slurped at Sally's muff long enough to make it glisten with droplets of saliva. But it was not long enough to give Sally release from the tension he was building inside of her. Then Pete was pulling away, getting to his feet again. Jackie saw that he was reaching for his belt.
"Come on, baby. Let's get it on." He nodded to the bed. Ned released her arms and stood back from her. Sally was standing all alone, naked and afraid. She looked at Pete. Already his fly was open and he was reaching inside. She looked at the bed. "That's right, baby," Pete told her. Hesitantly, Sally stepped toward it.
Jackie wanted to look away. How could they do something so terrible. How could they do it to Sally against her will! She couldn't face it, yet she remembered that if she turned away, they were going to do it to her! Jackie wished there were some way she could look without having to see, but as she looked she couldn't help seeing. She couldn't help seeing Sally squat down and climb onto the bed. She couldn't help seeing Sally lying on her back with her legs spread apart and her knees raised. She couldn't help seeing Sally's proud breasts flatten out against her chest as she lay back and waited. She couldn't help seeing Sally's pussy open a little as she raised her hips.
Pete was the first to mount her. He jerked out his cock and dropped down between Sally's legs without bothering to take off his pants. He frigged his meat a few times until it reached maximum extension. He guided it to her spit-soaked muff and, in a series of short, hard strokes, buried it to his balls. He fucked quickly and it only lasted a few moments. When he climbed off, Jackie could see his thick cum running down between her sister's legs.
"Want to lick it clean?" Pete offered, turning to her and waving his prick at her. Jackie fought an urge to turn away but Pete simply shook it so that the last drop of cum fell on the floor. He stuffed his prick back in his pants and simply said "Next!" as he walked back over to the wall.
They each took their turn with her. It was horrible. It was disgusting. Jackie forced herself to watch their hairy asses and bouncing balls. Their cocks jabbed and they gave lusty grunts of satisfaction. They were each taking their turn with her, thrusting their hard cocks into her and fucking until their jism pumped deep into her womb. Jackie could see that there was almost a steady flow of the thick white semen running down between Sally's legs. She could see that it was making a thick puddle beneath her. Before the day was over, there would be another stain on the mattress.
When it finally came Mike's turn, he stood over her without mounting. Jackie watched her sister looking up at him, waiting for him to take her. Unlike the others, Mike had taken both his shirt and pants off. Now, as he stood over Sally, Jackie could see that his cock was very long.
"Roll over," Mike ordered. Jackie watched her sister do as he told her. Mike was going to mount her like a dog. Jackie remembered how Jack Harris had mounted her that way. When Sally got up on all fours, Jackie could see why a man might like it. Rather than being flattened out against her chest, Sally's firm knobs hung down toward the mattress. Mike reached around her and cupped them in his hands. It was the same thing that Jack Harris had done to her, Jackie noted. Then Mike was in her, driving his hard, red cock deep into her hairy twat. The cum which the others had deposited was running down Sally's leg. It was making a terrible mess. But soon it would all be over. After Mike, Rip was the only one left.
As Jackie watched dutifully, she saw Mike's cock fall from Sally's twat. It was the same way that Jack Harris had slipped out of hers. She waited for Mike to put it back in again but now she saw that Mike was making the same mistake Jack Harris had made. Mike was trying to shove his cock into Sally's asshole.
"No! Not there!" Sally cried as she felt what he was trying to do. Jackie expected Mike to stop and take better aim, but Mike surprised her. He just kept pushing.
"Go get her, Mike!" Frank called as he saw what Mike was trying to do. "Go get that little brown cherry!"
How could he do that to her! Jackie thought as she watched the struggle. Sally was trying to push him away. She was reaching back between her legs, trying to grab his cock and guide it to her sopping pussy. But Mike was fighting her. Mike was determined to go in the other way.
Sally squirmed and twisted beneath him. She fell forward against the mattress, but Mike grabbed her hips and dragged her back.
"Ouch!" Sally cried. Jackie could see that the head of Mike's cock had lodged inside the rim of Sally's tight anus.
A loud cheer went up from the others as they saw it too. "Fuck her up the ass, kid!" Ned called. Mike was doing just that. Once he was inside her, Sally's efforts to resist only made things worse. The more she struggled, the deeper his prick tore into her. She tried to crawl away but his cock was in her like a fish hook now and he grabbed her and dragged her back. He let her struggle until she had worn herself out. Then he began to do it. He fucked her in short jabs, working his prick in and out of her tight brown rectum. Sally lay her head on the mattress and buried it in her hands.
"How do you like that, kid?" Jackie heard Rip ask her. "Ever done it like that?" Jackie said nothing. "No?" Rip asked. "Look's like she ain't, either. Well, there's a first time for everything. Ain't that right, kid?" Even though he nudged her in the ribs with his elbow, Jackie didn't say anything. She was glad when he let the matter drop. She saw that he was intent on watching Mike with her sister.
"I'm coming, baby!" Mike was crying. "Hang on to your asshole, you're about to get a load!" Jackie saw Mike take his final stroke and then hold his hips tight against Sally's buttocks. She couldn't help trying to imagine what it would feel like to have hot cum shooting up her bowels. It was so disgusting!
"That's it, baby," Mike finally said as he disengaged himself. Jackie watched him stand away from Sally and gather up his clothes. Sally continued to stand on all fours for a moment. Jackie could see the little trickle of white semen starting to run from her asshole. Then Sally turned and knelt on the mattress.
"Who's next?" Mike asked. "Rip? Your turn." They all looked at Rip, waiting for him to mount her. Sally turned and lay on her back again. He was the last one.
"I've changed my mind," Rip announced. "I'm going to try little sister here." He turned to Jackie and seized her by the arm.
"No!" Sally cried, jumping up from the mattress. Her whole muff was glistening wet from their cum but she ignored it. "You promised!" she screamed, clenching her fists and rushing at Rip. But the others seized her before she could get halfway across the room. With three of them holding her, it was no use. Sally struggled and tried to bite the man who had his arm around her neck, but she couldn't quite reach. He was being very careful about that.
"Don't let go of her," Rip called to the others. Jackie could see an anxious look in his eye which betrayed the fact that he was afraid of her sister, even with three of them holding Sally down. Sally was a dirty fighter.
Rip jumped down from the boxes and pulled Jackie after him. "Okay, honey, now you just put out like your sister here and everything's going to be all right. It ain't going to be bad for you. Those guys, they already got their rocks off. You just got me."
"Please," Jackie cried. "Please leave me alone!" But even as she said it, she knew in her heart that he wouldn't. He was going to break the promise he had made. Rip was a liar. He was going to break his promise and rape her.
"Don't worry, honey, I ain't going to touch that cherry your sister's so worried about you losing. I ain't going to spoil you for your beau. I'm going to let you do it the easy way. I ain't even going to take your panties off. I'm going to just let you give me a little head."
Jackie's heart was beating fast. She wasn't sure, but she had a feeling she knew what he was talking about. He wanted her to do the same thing that girl had done to Billy. That same disgusting thing! He wanted her to put his penis in her mouth and suck on it!
"Please," Jackie said, remembering how she wasn't the virgin they all seemed to think she was. "Just fuck me," she begged. "I'm not a virgin. Please just fuck me."
The vulgar word sounded strange as she said it, almost as if it was someone else talking, yet she had to make them understand. She had to make them understand that she couldn't possibly do what he wanted her to do. She would die before she would do anything like that!
But Rip was persuasive, more persuasive than Jackie had anticipated. He grabbed her and ripped her blouse open. He tore off her bra in two short jerks that bent the hooks straight. He grabbed the flap of her sailor pants and tore it open, sending buttons flying in every direction. He shoved his hand down under her panties and suddenly Jackie felt his firm finger poking into her cunt. He drove the finger into her hard, even though she was dry. "Oh!" Jackie cried as she felt the quick jab of pain.
"Look," Rip said, practically lifting her off the ground with the finger. Jackie had to struggle to keep her balance. He was so strong. "When I want to get fucked, I'll tell you. When I want to get sucked, I'll tell you that too. Now, I'm telling you. I want to get sucked. So sister, I'm warning you. Get the hell down on your knees and start sucking! Get the hell down on your knees before I rip your goddamn cunt open!" He gave a little twitch with his finger just to show her how painful he could make it.
Jackie gasped. It was all so unexpected. What could she do? Rip pulled his finger from her twat and grabbed her hair. She was sure that it was about to come out by the roots. Without even thinking, she dropped to her knees. In another moment, he had pulled it out.
Jackie stared at it. It was so big and long. It was thick and wide and she wondered how she was possibly going to get it all in her mouth. She saw the little hole in the blunt head. That was where it would come from, she realized. It looked so small. She wondered if it could really happen.
"Come on, honey. Looking at it won't make it go away," Rip told her. He yanked her head forward and Jackie felt his prick slap against her cheek. She tried to close her eyes. "Stupid cunt!" he yelled. "Get it in your mouth!" He tugged at her hair so hard that Jackie's mouth fell open. Before she could close it again, she felt his rubbery flesh between her lips.
"That's better," Rip said. "Now just start sucking."
Jackie knew she would have to do it. It was the only way these horrible men would leave her alone. She wasn't sure what would happen if she didn't do it. She didn't want to think about that. Her head still hurt where he had pulled her hair.
It was already in her mouth. The thing she had dreaded so much. It was a man's penis and it was forced between her open jaws. Cautiously, Jackie licked at it with her tongue. Was this what he wanted? She felt Rip's grip slack off a little. Jackie licked it a little more. She paused for a moment, expecting something dreadful, but nothing happened. It was just a man's penis and it wasn't going to hurt her. Jackie realized that it didn't even taste bad.
She had expected that it would be even worse than the medicine her mother used to give her when she had a sore throat. She had expected that it would make her gag and choke. But now, she had done it. She had licked it with her tongue and she couldn't really taste anything. It was just like putting a marble in her mouth. Curious now, Jackie tasted it again.
Her fear was beginning to leave her now. She was still afraid of Rip and the others but she was beginning to realize that she had been foolish in fearing his penis. Certainly it wasn't going to hurt her. And this was better than lying on her back and having him lie on top of her. That would have been much worse. Even his finger had hurt her as he drove it into her pussy. If it had been his cock, it probably would have been worse., Jackie began to realize just how lucky she was. All she had to do was to suck on it. It was just like sucking your thumb.
"That's the way," Rip said, encouraging her as Jackie began to lick at his rod. "Now rock your head a little." He showed her how to do it. Jackie was learning quickly now and she moved her head back and forth on the stiff shaft. She kept her lips locked tightly to it, the way Rip showed her. As she rocked her head, she watched his foreskin stretch taught each time she leaned forward. Then, as she pulled back again, she could see the pinkness of the forward part of his cock. It shone with her saliva.
She felt Rip moving her head faster and she tried to keep up with him. Her knees were hurting her a little. The floor was very hard. It would have been a lot nicer if he would lay down on his back and let her bend over him, the way that girl had done to Billy, but she didn't want to ask him. She was afraid he would say no.
"There you go, baby," Rip said. "Just a little more."
Jackie was rocking her head very fast now. She wanted to make sure that she pleased him. She didn't want to have to do it again. Not to Rip, anyway. Suddenly he grabbed the back of her head with both hands. This is it, she thought. As she felt the first hot cum splash against the roof of her mouth, she tried to pull away. But he was holding her too tight. There was nothing she could do. She just knelt there with his cock in her mouth, trying hard not to choke on his load. It pumped into her mouth in thick spurts.
She had to choke a little to keep it from going down her throat. It tasted gooey and slippery and funny all at the same time. It tasted like nothing she had ever tasted before. He was choking her with it, filling her mouth. She kept sucking and licking, trying to make him come dry. Finally he let go of her head and she knew it was over.
But here was one thing more. Rip still had one last degradation for her, one which surprised even his friends. "Okay now, honey," he said as he released her. "Now go show that to your sister. Go give her a taste!"
They looked at each other. What a horrible thing to do! How could she do it to her sister after the sacrifice Sally had made for her? But Rip caught her from behind and twisted her arm. "Goddamn it! Do what I say! Kiss your sister and let her taste my fuck!"
The three men who were still holding Sally shoved her forward. They met in the middle of the room. With the men holding them, they didn't have any choice. They leaned forward and their lips touched. Their mouths pressed together. "Give it to her, damn it!" Rip called. Jackie felt Sally's mouth open. Slowly she opened her own. She felt Sally's tongue enter her. Jackie was terribly embarrassed. She closed her eyes as she did it. She felt Sally's breasts pressing against hers. She coughed a little to get it all together. Then she spat it into her sister's mouth. They broke apart again and Sally stood there with her mouth open. She knew they would all want to see. Jackie saw the glob of white cum, hanging from her sister's tongue. Jackie felt dizzy. Rip's arms were still around her when she fainted.
"Looks like it's going to stop," Jackie said, staring out the window at the dark storm clouds which were finally lifting. It had been raining all morning. They had tried playing cards to pass the time away, but after Dave left for town to go see his lawyer, the game had gotten pretty dull. Toni was no good at all and Sally didn't have her heart in it. Now, if the rain was really going to stop, they could all go out again.
"I hope so," Sally said. "I feel cooped up like a chicken. Hey, maybe if it stops raining we can go down to the public beach. I'll bet there'll be some other kids there. I could use some decent company after-" Sally's voice broke off. It was the first time either of them had spoken of what had happened at Razor's Tavern.
"Yeah," Jackie admitted without making Sally finish. "I could too."
It had been one of those experiences which was so horrible you couldn't even speak about it. When Jackie had come to, she had found herself lying on the floor. Sally was bending over her and the men were gone. Sally had already dressed as best she could. Although the shoulder straps of her bra had been ripped beyond repair, the strap in back still held the cups to her breasts. She had knotted the torn remnants of her polo shirt together under her bosom. It made her look a little like a beachcomber but at least she could go outside dressed that way.
Jackie's own clothes had proven more of a problem. Her panties were in shreds and her bra had been rendered useless. It was impossible to fasten up the front flap of her sailor pants since the buttons were all ripped off. Sally had pulled two strands of string from the head of a mop and she showed Jackie how to put them around her waist and run them through the button holes in the front flap. At least it would help cover her pussy, but if she breathed deeply, the string would break. Jackie was forced to knot her own thin blouse in the front, but without the bra under it, her nipples showed through.
When they had emerged from the storeroom, the bartender was standing behind the bar as if nothing had happened, and five of the men were back at the bowling machine. They didn't even look up from their game as the girls walked into the taproom. Jackie was so furious that she was about to go right over to the bartender, but Sally had stopped her. She realized that Sally was right. There was nothing they could do. Probably nobody would believe them anyway.
"Jackie," Sally asked, moving to the window and peering out at the first rays of sunlight. "How about trying to pick up some guys our own age for a change."
The way Sally said it, Jackie knew she didn't want to pick up men just to play volleyball. Sally was thinking about sex. But today the suggestion didn't sound half bad. In fact, after everything that had happened since they had left for Ocean Beach, the thought of having sex with some stranger didn't even make Jackie afraid. Just so long as she could pick the person. That was the important thing.
Jackie was a little surprised at herself for feeling the way she did. Certainly her mother would have had a fit if she had known that her daughters even thought of going out and screwing the first men they met. But her mother hadn't been with her when Dave had fucked her under the porch. Her mother hadn't been with her when Jack had stuck it in her from behind. And her mother hadn't been with her when Rip had forced his swollen cock into her mouth and discharged his heavy load. If her mother had been with her, she might have felt differently.
Even with Rip and his friends, the only really bad part was that she had been forced to do it. That was the part that she resented. He really hadn't hurt her physically. Except for a little black and blue spot where she had fallen on her elbow, she didn't have any scars from the encounter. It was just that it was so degrading to be taken by a strange man. A man she would never have submitted to of her own free will.
The rest hadn't really been bad at all. It hadn't been anything like what she had expected. Even when she tasted Rip's clammy white cum, it had only made her feel a little funny. If she hadn't been thinking about what it was, she might even have liked it. And it hadn't made Sally sick either. Sally hadn't even fainted.
So today Jackie felt daring. She had been shut up in the house all morning and she was raring to get out. She had been so afraid of sex all her life and now she had discovered that it was nothing to fear. Put the two together and Sally's suggestion sounded very appealing. Already Jackie was thinking of what might happen if they could meet some boys.
"All right," she said, answering her sister's question. "Why don't we? I could use a change of atmosphere too."
"Hey," Toni suddenly interrupted. "How about me? Are you going to leave me all alone like an old lady? You know, I'm only twenty-seven. It's not like I have one foot in the grave. And I don't think most guys would kick me out of bed."
Jackie couldn't help laughing at her cousin. As Toni said it, she cupped her full bosom in her hands and displayed her ripe breasts. They were the kind of breasts that few men could resist. If Toni wanted to come with them, it was all right with her. She certainly wasn't going to scare any of the guys away. In fact, with Toni along, they might even have a better chance of getting the kind of action they wanted. "Fine with me," Jackie said.
"Sure," Sally agreed. Toni was a sport. She knew what they were going to do and if she wanted to do it too, why should they refuse? It might be better with three of them along.
The sun finally broke through and they decided to risk it. They could walk from the house and it would be fun to go down along the beach and watch the waves. They would probably be nice and big after the storm. It was still a little chilly out so they bundled up a bit and even Toni made a concession to the weather. She wore a sweater over her skimpy halter.
As they walked along the shore, Jackie took her sneakers off and ran in the water. A wave caught her by surprise and wet the bottoms of her jeans. That didn't matter. It was already warming up and soon it would be sunny again. But the water was cold on her feet.
Sally was the first one to express her disappointment when they arrived at the public beach only to find that the only people there were an elderly couple who were strolling along beneath a red and blue striped umbrella, although the rain had stopped long ago. "Shit," Sally said, turning to Toni. "Are they all afraid of a little rain?"
"Don't worry," Toni assured her. "Come with me. We'll find something."
Toni was right. They followed her up the high dune to the blacktop parking lot above and, sure enough, there was a convertible parked there with three boys sitting in it. They looked like college kids who had come to the beach for vacation. Jackie could see that the boys were looking at them.
They stopped for a moment before proceeding. Jackie was afraid that Toni and Sally would be too obvious about what they were doing. She was a little afraid that it wouldn't be a good thing. While Sally and Toni stood for that brief moment, eyeing up the boys, Jackie saw someone else. He was coming from the ice cream stand and he was all alone. She could see that he was headed down to the beach. Obviously he couldn't be meeting anyone there. There was nobody there to meet. Jackie couldn't help calling out to him. "Hi, Billy!"
"Hi," he called back as he saw her. He started to come over to them but Jackie felt Sally grabbing her arm.
"Come on," Sally told her. "Forget about him. If we go with him we'll never get any action."
Jackie tried to hide her disappointment as they pulled her away. She looked back over her shoulder at Billy and couldn't help thinking that he appeared a little disappointed too. But maybe that was only her imagination. How could he ever respect her now, after he had seen her in bed with Jack Harris? Perhaps she had made a mistake there. She couldn't be sure. Even though she knew she liked Billy, Jackie was afraid there could never be anything between them. When they were together, things always seemed to go wrong.
She tried to forget Billy as they walked over to the convertible. She knew he was still watching her. Probably he knew what she was doing. Probably he would realize she was being no better than a tramp. Well, that was the way it was. There was nothing she could do about it now. Still, she couldn't help feeling a little sorry for herself.
"Hey," Toni called to the boys in the convertible. "Can you tell us how to get to Ocean Beach?" Jackie was surprised by Toni's question. They already were at Ocean Beach.
"You're there now," the youth behind the steering wheel answered. "What part of Ocean Beach do you want to go to?"
"The part where all the action is," Toni said with a sly grin. The three boys looked at each other. The one in the back seat held the door open.
"Hop in," he told them.
One of the boys held the door for her as Jackie climbed into the front seat. She felt a little nervous now that they had actually gone and met some boys, and she was not quite so eager for what lay ahead. But she couldn't stop now. She would be throwing a wet blanket on all of their fun. She would just have to go along and see what happened.
Sally and Toni climbed into the back seat with the third boy in the middle. He told them his name was Ray. Toni introduced all three of them and the man behind the steering wheel said he was Arnie. The boy on Jackie's left told her his name was Lennie. They slammed the doors and Arnie started the car.
Arnie suggested that they go to the motel where he and his friends were staying. They could get all the action they wanted right there, and they wouldn't have to worry about rain. Toni and Sally quickly agreed. Jackie didn't say yes but she didn't protest either. In fact, once they were out on the highway, she didn't even protest when Lennie started trying to feel her up, even though the top was down. Since it had been raining, there weren't many cars on the road and, after all, what could he do to her in the car?
But she changed her mind about that when she glanced into the back seat to ask Sally for a barrette to keep her hair from being blown by the wind. Ray already had his hand inside Sally's old checked flannel shirt and Jackie remembered that Sally had come without a bra. They were all in that mood and she had even thought of doing it herself, although she had finally decided against it.
But that was not the only thing that was happening in the back seat. Sally had unzipped Ray's fly, just as she had done with Billy on the first day of their vacation. But Sally wasn't frigging Ray's cock. In fact, Sally wasn't even touching it. It was Toni who was working on Ray and she was doing it with her mouth. She had her head in Ray's lap and she was sucking on his prick. Jackie could see that it was already glistening with Toni's spit. Toni was holding the foreskin back tight with her hand so that it stood straight up, hard and long.
Jackie forgot about the barrette and turned back to Lennie. One of his hands was cupping her breast and the other was trying to reach up the back of her T-shirt to the strap of her bra. He was trying to unfasten it. "No," Jackie insisted. "Not here!" She made him stop trying to take her bra off but she couldn't quite bring herself to making him stop fondling her. He was getting her very aroused.
Arnie parked in front of their little motel cabin and Jackie was relieved to see that it was off a little distance from the others. It would be embarrassing if anyone saw them going into the room together. If the manager saw them, he would probably throw them out. She certainly didn't want that to happen. With Lennie feeling her up now, it would be even more humiliating than what had happened to her at The Pines.
Arnie was the first one out of the car and he unlocked the door for them. Jackie followed the others into the room. There were two double beds and both of them had been made up. Despite the suitcases at the ends of the beds, everything looked neat and orderly. The cleanliness and neatness made Jackie feel a little better. Still, when Arnie locked the door behind them, she couldn't help feeling a little bit trapped.
All six of them looked at each other. Ray blushed when Toni rubbed her hand against the front of his pants. Now his friends could see that he had been the first to get some real action. But Toni was not about to let things get bogged down. "Come on," she told Ray. "You like me, don't you?"
Ray nodded and Toni threw her arms around him and kissed him on the lips. She raised herself up on her toes and pressed her bosom against Ray's chest. The others stood watching. "Come on," Sally said to Arnie. "Don't you want to kiss too?"
The look in Arnie's eye indicated that he would have been very disappointed if kissing was all they were going to do. Still, it wasn't bad for a start. He had seen Sally's big knobs jiggling as she walked into the room, and he knew she wasn't wearing a bra. That meant he would have a damn good chance to feel her up as he kissed her. He let Sally put her arms around him as he reached to grab her ass. He knew she wouldn't mind.
Jackie looked at Lennie with embarrassment.
She could see that he was a little embarrassed too. He wanted to kiss her like the others were kissing but he was too shy to make the first move. Suddenly Jackie panicked. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Somehow she had thought it would be different. She hadn't thought that they would all be in the same little room together where they could see each other. Somehow she had thought she would have a little privacy.
"Excuse me for a moment," Jackie said nervously. "I have to go to the bathroom." Before Lennie could say anything to her, she turned and fled into the john. She locked the door behind her and sat down on the toilet seat. She had to think.
She wanted to stay locked up in the john until it was all over. She tried to listen but she couldn't hear any sounds from the other room. She didn't know what she would say to them when she came out but she was sure Sally would defend her. Sally was good that way, even though they did play tricks on each other sometimes. When the chips were down, Sally always stuck up for her.
Jackie wanted to stay locked in the john until someone came and knocked on the door and told her it was time to go home. Yet, as she sat on the cold toilet seat, she began to feel very lonely. Lennie was probably feeling lonely too. She wondered how he felt when his friends were making love with two girls and he had been left out. He probably felt as lonely as she was feeling, all locked up in here. He hadn't seemed like a bad person. In fact, she had thought he was nice, even though he had grabbed her boobies very quickly.
Perhaps they could sit outside until the others had finished. That would be a good idea, Jackie decided. She and Lennie could sit outside. Maybe she would even let him feel her titties a little bit more. It had felt good when he had done it. He had made her nipples get very hard. Jackie got up from where she was sitting and cautiously went to the door.
When she opened it a crack, she didn't see anything. She wondered what was going on in the other room. Whatever it was, they weren't fighting. At least Sally wasn't getting raped again, the way she had at Razor's Tavern. Jackie opened the door a little wider. She looked around the corner.
She was not at all prepared for the sight which greeted her. She had thought that Lennie would be sitting by himself in a corner. She had thought he would be lonely. But Lennie wasn't lonely. At least he didn't look that way. He was lying between Toni's legs and his head was in her muff. And he hadn't even been the odd man. Not the way they were doing it. While Lennie ate Toni's pussy out, Ray knelt beside the pillow that Toni's head was resting on. His prick was extended as he balanced himself against the headboard. His prick was extended all the way into Toni's mouth.
And Sally was on the other bed. She was with Arnie and they didn't seem to be feeling any pain. Arnie was lying on his back and Sally had squatted over his hips. She was astride his upright cock. She was impaled on it and that seemed to suit her just fine. Her hips were rocking back and forth, her tits were swinging from side to side, and her dark-brown hair fell down from her head, covering her face.
At first Jackie was too shocked to do anything. Then Sally saw her. "Come on over here," Sally called. "You can trade off with me."
The others were all naked but they didn't pay any attention to Jackie. They didn't try to coax her or pressure her. If she didn't want to join them, that was her business. But as she watched them, Jackie felt as though she was the one who was out of place. The others all looked so natural without their clothes on. They all looked so free and comfortable and happy. She hesitated for a moment. Then she reached for the hem of her sweat shirt. She crossed her hands in front of her and pulled it over her head in a single motion. She let it fall to the floor as she reached for the strap of her bra.
Jackie slithered out of her jeans and panties and stood looking at them. She was naked now and Sally turned to her again. "Ready?" she called.
Jackie nodded.
Sally climbed off of Arnie and Jackie could see the white love cream she had left all over his cock. "Want it like it is, or do you want me to clean it up for you?" Sally joked.
"Just like that is all right," Jackie said shyly. It would go in easier with Sally's cream on it. She had the feeling that her pussy would still be a little tight. She stepped onto the bed and faced Arnie. He reached up and she felt his fingertips brush against her breasts. Her whole body trembled as he touched her nipples.
Jackie squatted over Arnie's hips. She reached down and found his hard penis. Her hand slid a little. She hadn't realized how slippery a woman's pussy cream could be. She guided his prick to her tight opening and pressed it between the lips, trying to be careful not to catch any of her little golden hairs. She winced as she poked the blunt head into her body. She was very tense. She tried to relax a little as she squatted down on it.
Jackie felt his long shaft enter her body. She felt the walls of her cunt being stretched apart. It was a good feeling, even though she was still dry. Sally's juice was helping a little, but she knew that in a few moments her body would be sending down its own juice. Jackie let herself down a little farther.
His prick seemed to be so long.
"Hey," Toni cried from the other bed. "Want to switch off?" She was talking to Sally and Jackie watched her sister nod her head. Toni pushed the boys out of the way and got off the bed. Jackie saw her sister climb onto the other bed and kneel in the doggie position. Quickly Ray had his cock between her legs. Sally's lips wrapped around Lennie's quivering meat.
"Don't mind me," Toni said as Jackie turned to see what her cousin was going to do. "I'm taking a five-minute break. You just go right ahead with what you're doing." Jackie couldn't help being relieved. For a moment she had thought that Toni wanted Arnie. While she knew that it was only fair to share with Toni, she wanted Arnie for herself. At least for right now.
Jackie turned back to Arnie and lowered her body all the way down so that she was sitting right on his hips. He felt so long inside her. Jackie moaned as she twisted her hips on his big dong. She leaned forward and covered his chest with her breasts. She ground her nipples into his ribs until she raised goosebumps on his skin. She kissed his lips and let him poke his tongue into her mouth. She wanted it to last forever.
Then, suddenly, as Jackie ground her furry mound into his groin, she felt something behind her. A tongue was licking her spine. First she felt it on her neck. Slowly it worked down her back. When she felt a woman's long hair drape itself over her shoulders, she knew it was Toni.
Jackie relaxed when she realized that Toni still wasn't trying to take Arnie from her. Toni just wanted to fondle her. Toni's fingers massaged her firm nipples and found their way through her golden thatch to her tiny little clit. Toni rubbed her clit as Jackie twisted on Arnie's cock. It felt so good, better than anything she had ever felt before. Toni was still licking her spine and now she was going even lower.
Jackie felt Toni's tongue disappear between the firm cheeks of her rounded butt. She was surprised that Toni would kiss her there. Still, it did feel terribly nice. She felt her body tense a little as Toni's tongue washed against her tight brown asshole. Did Toni know what she was kissing?
But apparently Toni did, for she kept on doing it. In fact, not only was she licking, but she was trying to poke her tongue inside the tight hole. She was trying to poke her tongue right up Jackie's ass and lick out all around the rim. It was a terribly daring thing to do, but it felt absolutely heavenly!
"Oh!" Jackie moaned. "Oh, yes!" Arnie couldn't see what was happening. He simply assumed that it was his cock that was making her moan. And so he decided to make it even better for her. He began humping up off the bed, ramming his joint deep into Jackie's twat until her cream squished out alongside his prick and wet her pussy hair. "Ohh!" Jackie moaned again. If he did it just a little more, he was going to make her come.
When Toni's lips left her anus, Jackie turned to see what was happening. She now saw that Toni's tongue was directly between the two writhing bodies. Toni was trying to tongue Arnie's cock as he slipped in and out of her twat. Jackie looked down into Arnie's face and saw that his eyes were shut tight. She braced herself for what was about to come. Then she felt it. Hot and thick. His prick jerked and twitched as it shot. Warm globs of cum were filling her hungry hole. She flexed her muscles and felt her box snap tight on him. She struggled to drain him, fighting for every drop. She pressed down on him as he rose to meet her. Then he was dropping back to the bed once again. Jackie looked down between her legs. His load was beginning to ooze out. She had taken it all.
Toni helped her climb off Arnie and, for a moment, she thought Toni was going to climb onto Arnie in her place. But Toni had something else in mind. She was kneeling on the bed and gently she took Jackie's arm. She led Jackie to her smooth thighs. Urgently she pressed Jackie's head between them. Jackie realized that her cousin wanted her to eat her pussy!
She felt funny doing it with a woman. Still, she knew that she had liked it well enough when Sally had done it to her, even if she had been too ashamed of herself to say anything. She remembered how good it had felt. Toni wanted that same feeling now. Jackie hesitated but she realized that it was only fair. She had taken Arnie and now Toni was still burning with desire. Arnie's cock lay limp against his belly, still swimming in his own juices. Arnie was lying back on the bed. He was too tired to move.
Slowly Jackie extended her pink tongue toward Toni's dark thatch. Toni was pressing down her head a little but Jackie realized that it was only because Toni needed it so badly. Toni wasn't trying to force her. Jackie looked at Toni's pussy. Up close it looked funny. She had never looked at a woman's pussy up close like this. She had never even looked at her own. Not even with a mirror.
There were so many little wrinkles and folds that Jackie wasn't sure what to do. But Toni helped her. Toni reached between her legs and spread the hairy lips apart. Now Jackie could see the little hole where Toni peed. And she could see the tight opening to a larger hole. It looked a little like an asshole, but instead of being brown and wrinkly, it was pink and smooth around the small opening. Jackie couldn't help poking her finger into it, just out of curiosity. The opening widened and her finger slipped inside. It was very slippery.
"Ohh!" she heard her cousin moan as the finger went in. "Lick it! Please, Jackie, lick it!" Jackie could resist no longer. She bent her head close to Toni and closed her eyes. Her tongue reached out and she felt something soft and squishy. Toni's hands clung to her.
Gradually Jackie let her eyes open and she looked at what she was doing. Her tongue was resting on the pink inner lip of Toni's snapper, right alongside her clit. Jackie knew where her tongue could do the most good. She adjusted her aim and licked again. This time the tip of her tongue flicked against the little red nub.
Jackie felt Toni relax as she began to lick back and forth on Toni's clit. She wanted to make it good for her cousin, just the way Sally had made it good for her. If she was going to do it; she was going to do it well. She wasn't experienced at doing this so she tried to be very careful. She tried to be very thorough as she licked through the pink gash.
As Jackie licked her cousin's box, she began to feel herself getting aroused again. It was silly, but somehow having her face right in the middle of all that cunt was exciting her. She could feel her own twat aching again and just as she was about to reach back between her legs with her hand, she felt a man's hairy thigh against her ass. Looking back between her legs, she saw that it was Lennie.
"You don't mind, do you?" Lennie asked a little shyly.
"Oh, please, do it to me!" Jackie begged, seeing that his cock was already hard. "Please fuck me!"
And he did. He fucked her good and hard. Lennie might have been shy about getting started but once his eight-inch cock was tight inside her hole, there was nothing shy about the way he fucked with it. It was like losing her cherry all over again. Lennie's cock was so fat and wide! She felt her vagina stretched apart as he rammed it into her. She knew it was going to be good.
Jackie sucked while Lennie fucked. It was such an exciting feeling to have two people to do it with. She never would have thought of anything like this if the others hadn't showed her. Jackie suddenly realized it. They were having an orgy! It seemed so strange to her to think of it that way. Everything that was happening seemed so natural. Even the way Toni had licked her bottom hole had seemed right and normal. Jackie wondered if possibly all of those stories she had heard were wrong. Perhaps sex was really meant to be nice!
But she didn't have time to think about it. Not when Lennie was slipping it in and out of her box in quick punches. Not when Toni was clutching her head to keep her tongue licking. All Jackie could do was relax and enjoy it. And she was enjoying it. She was sure of that. She could see her sister on the other bed. Arnie had moved over there and now Sally had his joint in her mouth, trying to make it hard again. She seemed to be succeeding too. It was getting thicker, and now, after Sally's head had bobbed up and down on it a few times, it was standing up all on its own.
And Ray wasn't idle either. He was still working Sally slowly and easily from behind but Jackie could see that his blows were getting more urgent. She wondered how he could keep going for so long. He certainly had good control. She was sure that her sister's pussy was tight, and she was sure that Ray was awfully aroused. It was a miracle that he could go so long without coming.
But if Ray was able to perform miracles, Lennie was not. In fact, he seemed to have no interest in this kind of feat. He was fucking to beat the band and Jackie could feel her cunt beginning to get a little sore, despite all the lubrication which was between them. She could feel herself beginning to get tender and so it didn't bother her at all when she heard Lennie cry out, "I'm coming!"
"Ahh!" Lennie moaned as his cock spurted. Jackie could only hear it as a muffled groan. That was because Toni's hands had clutched her ears. Toni was coming too and Jackie could feel Toni's thighs tighten. Toni's wet gash was pulsing back and forth as if it had a mind of its own. Then Jackie could feel something else. Something she couldn't ignore. As Lennie's cum pumped into her, Jackie felt her own hot spasms rack her whole body.
Jackie was sitting on the back porch all alone. Toni and Dave had gone to visit Ernie and Betty. Toni had asked her if she wanted to come along but Jackie remembered Ernie's coarse humor. She did not want to be subjected to it again. Of course, she had been polite about it. She hadn't wanted to insult Toni's friends. She had simply told Toni that she just wanted to be by herself for a while. When she had found out that Sally was planning to go with Toni and Dave, she had wanted to change her mind and come along. But she had already told Toni that she wanted to be alone. What could she do. Actually, she had been hoping she could be with Sally. Then maybe they could do something together. Now she really would be alone for the evening. The others wouldn't be back until later.
As she sat on the porch all alone, Jackie found her thoughts wandering back to the day before. It had been the first time she had done anything like it. Not only had she had sex with three different boys whom she had never met before, she had also had sex with both Toni and Sally. Thinking about it embarrassed her a little, yet she knew how much she had enjoyed it too. The boys had enjoyed watching her too. She hadn't even minded.
Alone now she couldn't help but wish that there were some men around. Her pussy seemed to be throbbing. It had been that way all day. She should have found some satisfaction in the hard pricks which had reamed it so well at that motel room, but it seemed like the more she got, the more she wanted. Without thinking, she let her hand fall between her legs. Only when she squeezed her thighs tightly on it did she realize what she was doing. Quickly she pulled her hand away. Here she was, right out in the open, and she had been masturbating!
Jackie wondered why she felt so horny. She had never felt anything like this before. Not even that time when they had caught Billy with the girl on the sand dune. She wished Billy was with her now. If he tried to fondle her, she wouldn't protest. Not any more. If she had Billy now, she would appreciate him. She would let him do anything he wanted with her.
Sitting where she was, she couldn't help wishing that some man, any man, would just wander along and keep her company. Just for a little while. Just until she could get over this awful feeling which was eating her up. She let her arms cross around her bosom. She felt them crush her thick brassiere to her breasts. The bra felt like a strait-jacket. She crushed her arms against her chest again and suddenly she could stand it no longer. She got up from the porch and hurried to her room.
Closing the door behind her, Jackie slipped her thin T-shirt over her head. She reached behind her back and unfastened the straps of the bra. She shrugged out of it and tossed it onto a chair by the bed. She was going to slip the T-shirt back on but suddenly she caught her image in the mirror. She could see her proud, upturned breasts and their small brown nipples. She couldn't help but think that they looked very exciting. Even if they were her own. She stood for a moment in front of the mirror. She cupped her bosom with her hands. Her fingers caught the little brown berries. She squeezed them between her fingers.
Jackie was becoming terribly aroused. This was the way she had aroused herself in the past when she was still a virgin. This was the way she had aroused herself before she had learned to let men do it for her. This was the way she had done it as a little girl when she had felt a strange yearning which she had been too young to understand. Slowly she let her hand run down her chest and stomach, down under the tight waist of her jeans. Slowly she let her fingers push their way under the tight elastic of her panties until her fingertips touched the first soft curls of her blonde mound. She was about to push her hand lower when she heard the phone ring.
"Darn!" Jackie said out loud. Embarrassed to go out into the hall with her nipples still erect, she quickly pulled her T-shirt back on. She wondered who it could be. Perhaps it was some friend of Toni and Dave's. Perhaps it was even her mother calling to see how everything was going. She hoped it wasn't her mother. The way she was feeling right now she knew that her voice was going to sound terribly funny on the telephone.
"Hello?" Jackie said, speaking into the receiver. "Southland residence."
"Call for Miss Jackie Johnson," the operator said. She decided it must be her parents.
"This is Jackie Johnson," she replied.
"Your party is on the line. You may go ahead now," the operator said to the other party. Jackie waited, expecting her mother's voice.
"Jackie? Do you remember me?" a man asked. "This is Jack Harris."
"Oh!" Jackie cried, realizing it was not her mother. "Yes. Of course I remember you, Mr. Harris."
"Please, call me Jack. After all, we did get a chance to become somewhat acquainted."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Jackie said, eager not to do anything that would offend him. It was so exciting to have someone calling her! She wondered how he could have possibly gotten her phone number or even have found out her last name, but she was too excited to ask.
"Jackie," Jack Harris continued. "The reason I called was that I was hoping you would do me the honor of having dinner with me tonight. On the boat. How about it?"
Jackie's heart leaped inside her chest. Was she really hearing correctly? He wanted her to have dinner with him on the boat? Oh, that would be so exciting! And she knew he would want her for more than dinner. She would want more than dinner too. It was almost as if Jack had been a mind reader. It was almost as if he had known how lonely she had been feeling. Suddenly Jackie felt ashamed of herself for what she had been about to do. Playing with your pussy was something only little girls did. She was a woman now. Wasn't that what Dave had told her under the porch? She was too big to play with her pussy now. She was big enough to have a man play with it for her.
"Oh, Jack, I don't know what to say. I'm so excited!"
"Don't say anything. Just be on the beach at seven o'clock, right down from where you're staying. I'll put an outboard on the rowboat - it's a flat bottom - and I'll beach it right there. Is that okay?"
"Why, yes-"
"Then say no more. I'll see you at seven."
Jackie could hardly contain her excitement as she hung up the phone. She had been dreaming about some boy coming along and making love to her but now she was going to go out with a grown man! It was so exciting! And that he would come right down to her own little private beach to pick her up. He was really treating her as if she were somebody special. No sooner had Jackie hung up the phone when she wondered what she was going to wear. Certainly she couldn't wear these ragged old jeans she was wearing now. And her nice sailor pants had been ruined. All of the buttons had been ripped off the front and she wasn't sure if she could ever repair the damage. Wearing those pants would bring back bad memories. Jackie thought about it but realized the only thing she had with her was a dress she had brought just in case they went out to eat.
Well, tonight she was going out to eat and so the dress would be just right. In fact, it really was a pretty dress and she would look nice in it. It was a thin summer dress with a short little skirt. It had a high waist and it was scooped out at the neck so it just barely covered her breasts. She remembered the last time she had worn it. When she had leaned forward, the boy she was with had looked down the front of it and seen her bra. At the time, it had embarrassed her.
But tonight she wasn't worried about that. If Jack was going to pick her up himself, and if there weren't going to be any other people on the boat, she could wear the dress without a bra! It would be very daring, but alone with Jack Harris, she was sure it would be all right.
Jackie looked at the clock and saw that she had less time than she had imagined. It was already six-thirty! She hadn't thought that it was so late.
She hurried to her room and found the dress. It was a little crushed from being packed in the suitcase but she was sure that the wrinkles would disappear when she put it on. She quickly slipped out of her T-shirt and jeans and was about to put on the dress when she again noticed herself in the mirror.
This time it was her panties that caught her attention. They were the same high-waisted cotton panties she had always worn. They were the kind of panties that her mother had gotten for her when she was younger and she had kept wearing ever since. But they were not very attractive. When she had bought them, she had never thought that a man might see them. In fact, if a man happened to look up her dress, she wanted something as thick and concealing as possible. But tonight was different. Tonight she didn't want to conceal anything. Tonight she just wanted to tease.
Jackie went to her sister's suitcase and opened it. She hoped Sally would have a clean pair. And she found them, under two carefully folded bras. They were so light and skimpy! She held them up to the light and saw that she could see right through them. Tonight that was just what she wanted. She was sure Sally wouldn't mind. They were both the same size so she wouldn't stretch them out of shape. And she would make sure she was very careful when she let Jack Harris undress her. She would make sure he didn't rip them.
Jackie slipped on her sister's panties and looked at herself in the mirror. This time she was pleased with what she saw. Even in the mirror image, she could see the tiny wisps of blonde pubic hair curling around her deep slit. They were a bit darker than the white flesh which surrounded them. She reached for her dress and slipped into it. Now, looking in the mirror again, she saw that her bosom had a full, womanish look which somehow it never achieved when she wore a bra. She was very pleased with the way she looked. She bent over a little and, sure enough, her dress fell away from her bosom and she could see right down the front, almost all the way down the tops of her breasts to their pouting nipples. She knew Jack Harris was going to like the dress. He was going to like taking it off her.
Jackie quickly zipped herself up and looked for a pair of shoes to wear. She had been wearing her sneakers for the last two days but for tonight it would be better to wear her tiny sandals. She realized she was going to have to wade out in the water to get to the boat. That meant she would have to slip them off and go barefoot. The sandals would be good for that, even though the sand would catch in them as she walked down the beach. Jackie looked at the clock again. It was almost seven! Quickly she strapped on the sandals and hurried out of the house. She didn't want to keep Jack waiting.
As Jackie hurried up over the dunes and down onto the beach, she could see Jack's boat coming in to shore. It was the only boat around. She remembered seeing it secured to the deck of the Sadie Masters. As she hurried to meet it, she realized she hadn't left Toni a note saying where she was going. She should have done that. Perhaps she should go back now. But there was Jack Harris, almost ashore, and sand was already clogging her sandals. Probably Toni and Dave would be back so late that she would still be home ahead of them. Besides, she was a little shy about telling Toni and Dave about Jack Harris. What would they think of her for going out with someone so much older than herself?
Jackie decided that for once in her life she would disregard everything she had been taught about always telling people where she was going when she went out. Their mother would have been horrified if she had known what type of people Sally was spending the evening with. Certainly Jack Harris was no worse that that. There was no reason why she had to make a big production about telling everything about her sex life.
"Hi!" Jack called as he beached the boat and stepped out into the surf to take her hand. His white trousers were rolled to the knees and he seemed very skillful in the way he handled the little boat. Jackie couldn't help being impressed. She slipped off her sandals and shook the sand out of them. She held them in one hand and took Jack's with her other. He helped her into the boat and seated her in the bow. He pushed off again and climbed back into the stern. He cut the tiller hard and they were headed back out to sea.
They couldn't really talk on the way out to Jack's boat. The little outboard motor was a lot louder than the motor of the launch. She wondered where that boat was right now. Maybe Billy had taken it. But probably it was too big to come in to the beach here. She smiled at Jack and he smiled back. It was really a thrilling feeling. She was coming to see her lover and this time her sister wasn't along. This time she was sure that Jack had done something to get rid of Billy too. Tonight there would be nobody to interrupt them. She was sure of it.
Carefully, Jackie grasped the rope ladder which brought her aboard the Sadie Masters. As she stood safely on the deck, she saw that a table had already been set at the stern. She could hardly hide her disappointment when she saw that three places had been laid. Billy was still aboard! She wanted to cry. Still, Jack had not said they would be alone. She had simply assumed it. Perhaps Billy would leave them after supper. She knew she would be too embarrassed to make love to Jack Harris if Billy were aboard. Somehow, with Billy aboard, she wouldn't be able to let herself do it.
"Would you like a cocktail before dinner?" Jack asked, tying the rowboat to the cleat. Jackie nodded her head. "Gin and tonic?" he asked, sensing that she really didn't drink and that she wouldn't know what to order. Again Jackie nodded. Jack walked to the ladder which led below. "Two gin and tonics, here," he called out. There was no answer. It had to be Billy in the galley. Only Billy could be so sullen! "Shall we sit on the bench while we're having our drinks?" Jack suggested, leading her to the stern. It was the same bench they had been sitting on when he had taken off her bathing suit. She wished they could touch each other now. But with Billy in the galley they couldn't do it. She hoped Jack realized that. She hoped Jack realized that if he was going to make love to her, he would have to get rid of Billy first.
Still, even though she was not going to let Jack make love to her, she did let him sit so close to her that their thighs were touching. It made her feel warm and secure. She wished they were all alone. "Here come our drinks," Jack smiled. Jackie looked toward the ladder and saw the familiar face emerge with the tray. She saw the hard, lean jaw and the cowboy shirt. "I believe that you know Rip Conrad," Jack Harris said.
Was she seeing things? How could he do this to her? Why would he be so cruel? She saw Rip leering at her in the same way he had at Razor's Tavern when he had made her go down on her knees and suck his dick. Suddenly she felt naked. She wished Jack had never called her. She wished she had worn more clothing. Did Jack Harris know about Rip? How could she tell him?
"Jack," she said, turning to him terribly confused. "There's something I have to tell you... "
"We're all friends here," Jack said, taking her shoulder and turning so she was forced to look at Rip. "What was it you wanted to say?"
Jackie was so confused she didn't know what to do. When Rip handed her the gin and tonic, she was so nervous she dropped the glass. Before she could move, Rip had knelt down in front of her to pick it up. Jackie was almost too flustered to realize that he was looking right up her dress. He was looking right through her thin panties at her treasure box beneath them! Quickly she pulled her legs together. "I'll get you another glass," Rip told her easily.
She glanced at Jack while Rip went to the galley. What was he doing to her? Was this his idea of a joke? He was acting as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening, yet she couldn't help feeling that he knew... everything!
Rip returned and handed her a fresh glass. Jackie took it, this time being very careful not to spill it. She wanted to go home but she was afraid to ask. She was afraid Jack Harris wouldn't let her. Hoping it would relax her a little, she downed the gin and tonic very quickly. But it didn't help. She was still just as nervous, only now she could feel her head spinning. She felt herself getting more and more confused. She wished she hadn't taken the drink. It seemed as though he had put so much gin in it!
When Jack offered her another drink, Jackie was very careful to refuse. She sat with the empty glass in her hand and waited for Rip and Jack to finish. She was very uneasy. They hadn't tried to do anything to her yet but she could never forget what had happened at Razor's Tavern. Finally they finished and, while Rip took the empty glasses below, Jack escorted her to the table.
Suddenly the table seemed so small. It seemed as though they would almost be sitting in each other's laps. Jack was going to sit beside her and Rip would be directly across from her. Every time she looked up from her dinner, she would have to see his cruel grin. Jackie took her place, already feeling sick to her stomach. It was all so different from the pleasant evening she had expected.
"Here we are," Jack said as Rip emerged with a platter of fried clams for each of them. He set a plate in front of her and although she could see that it looked very good, she knew she wasn't going to be hungry. Rip took his place opposite her. "Shall we begin?" Jack said.
Jackie toyed at her food listlessly with her fork. Now it seemed that Jack and Rip were hardly paying attention to her. They were both eating with hearty appetites and Rip had brought them each a large mug of beer. He had set one in front of her place too, even though she had asked him not to. She was only halfway through her serving when she felt something against her leg.
Was it Rip's foot? Both Jack and Rip had their hands on the table and this was a little relief but not very much. She moved her leg away but the foot followed her. Yet when she looked at both their faces, there was no indication that they knew what was bothering her.
If she had been sure that it was Rip, she might have said something. Yet there was always the possibility that it was Jack. She had come out here with the idea of letting Jack make love to her. Maybe this was his way of doing it so that it didn't embarrass her with Rip along. Maybe Jack was just being discreet. Maybe he didn't know anything about Rip. At least they weren't talking during the meal. It would have been horrible to have had to listen to Rip.
Jack Harris wiped his lips with his napkin and pushed his chair back from the table. Jackie saw that he was looking right at her. She turned to meet his gaze but it was too intense for her. She found herself lowering her eyes. "Jackie," Jack Harris said to her, speaking almost as firmly as her father spoke to her when she had been naughty. "I understand that Rip and his friends taught you something new the other day. Would you like to show it to me?"
Something new? The only thing Rip had taught her was how to suck a hard cock. Was that what he wanted? She couldn't help thinking that it was. He wanted her to suck his cock with Rip sitting there watching!
Jackie saw that Jack Harris was turning his chair toward her. She saw that he had spread his legs apart a little and that he was unzipping his fly. Right there at the dinner table he wanted her to do it. He had finished eating and now he wanted a blow job for dessert!
"You do remember how to do it?" Jack asked coldly. "I'm sure that if you're memory fails you, Rip will be happy to give you a chance to refresh it."
No! Jackie thought. Not with Rip again! That would be horrible. How could he make her do it? What should she do? He wanted her to get down on her knees on the smooth deck and suck his cock. He wanted to have her suck it while Rip watched them. It was a terrible thing to ask her to do! Why did he want to humiliate her like this?
"Well, Jackie? I'm waiting. Is it going to be me, or do you want some more lessons from Rip? I must warn you. Rip might not let you off so easily tonight. I understand that he hasn't enjoyed a piece of ass since the last time he saw you. I would imagine that he might be more demanding tonight."
Jackie hesitated but Rip started to get up from his chair. She knew that Jack wasn't kidding. She knew that if Rip made her do it to him he would hurt her. Without thinking what she was doing, Jackie went down on her bare knees. They skidded a little on the varnished deck and burnt her skin but she didn't even feel it. She threw her body between Jack's thighs and reached for his prick. She would have to do it. She had no choice.
Jack's cock came loose from his pants and Jackie could see that already it was pulsing out to its fullest extension. It was the same cock that had fucked her before but it looked so different now. Before she had wanted it and it had thrilled her. Now it only made her miserable and low. How could it give him any pleasure when it made her feel so degraded?
"Now, Jackie," Jack said as her lips closed around the still-rubbery rim. "I want you to listen very carefully. I want you to suck on my cock until I come in your mouth. I want you to taste my cum, Jackie. That's very important. But there's something else, Jackie, something that I want you to remember. I don't want you to get any cum on my pants, Jackie. I don't want you to leave a mess. When you get it all in your mouth, I want you to go to the rail and make sure that it all goes overboard. Do you understand?"
Jackie nodded her head, although she was hardly listening to what he was saying. She was looking at the hard joint that was now in her mouth. She started to rock her head back and forth a little and she wondered how long it would take. Rip had come very quickly. Maybe Jack would too. She hoped so. She was afraid that if she kept it in her mouth too long, it was going to make her sick. She was very unhappy about what she was doing. She wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.
Jackie jerked at his shaft a little with her hand to speed things up. She was relieved that he didn't stop her. She thought that maybe he wanted her to do the whole thing with her mouth. His prick was getting very hard now and she kept her lips clamped tight on it. She knew that she was giving him a terrific friction as she rocked her head back and forth. She prayed that he would come.
Suddenly Jack's hand grabbed her head and clutched it to his prick so tightly that she was almost choked by his big cock. She knew that he was coming and she waited for the warm semen to bathe her gums. It came in hot, thick spurts. But he was still holding her. He was holding her too tight. Jackie felt a glob of cum going down her windpipe. She tried to cough it up. As she coughed, she lost control of what she was doing. She looked down at Jack's pants and saw a clammy blob of cum. Jack saw it too.
"Jackie," he said very sternly. "You've gotten me messy."
"I'm sorry," Jackie choked. His prick was still in her mouth. As she tried to apologize, some more of the thick gooey semen drooled from her mouth and fell to the deck. Behind her she knew that Rip had gotten to his feet.
"Jackie," Jack said as he relaxed his grip on her head. "Go spit that out and then come back here."
Jackie was practically in tears as she ran to the rail and spat his horrible load into the ocean. She noticed that a little of it had gone down the front of her dress. It made her feel terribly ashamed of herself. When she returned to the table, Jack had wiped off his pants with a handkerchief, but now he was pointing to the deck. "Jackie," he said. "I want you to get down on your hands and knees and lick that up."
Jackie knew that it was useless to protest. Rip was standing behind her and she was afraid that one false move would turn Rip loose on her. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she bent down on her hands and knees. She lowered her head to the deck and licked at the mess. Then, without waiting for his orders, she rushed to the rail. She knew that they were watching her but she couldn't help being sick.
"Jackie," Jack said when she had finished tossing her dinner into the ocean. "Jackie, I'm afraid that I'm a little disappointed in your behavior."
Whatever it was they had been waiting for her to do, Jackie knew that she had gone and done it. She knew that now she would have to deal with Rip. She was no weakling, at least not for a girl, but she knew she would never be able to defend herself against two men. She knew her only hope was to try and cooperate with them. That way they might not hurt her.
"Jackie," Jack said again. "We'll go below now." He pointed the way to the ladder and Jackie turned toward it. For a brief moment she thought of diving overboard, but she knew that even if she were lucky enough not to be caught and brought back to the boat, she would never be able to make it to shore. It was much too far. Jackie started down the ladder with Rip and Jack behind her.
Then Rip took over. He led her through the galley and on into the stateroom. But there was another compartment past the stateroom and Rip opened the hatch. She could see that this was where some of the ship's gear was stored. It was much smaller than the stateroom but the deck above them was high enough so she could stand up straight. She saw that there was also a hatch leading to the deck above them and it was open. Above her head she could see the clear night sky.
"Look at me," Jack said. Jackie did as she was told. "Now raise your hands over your head." Jackie did this too, although she realized that her skirt was very short and, as she raised her arms over her head, her panties would come into view. With her arms fully extended, Jack would see her golden box.
Suddenly Jackie felt cold metal around her wrists. She looked up and saw that Rip had jumped up into the hatch and had now snapped a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. She tried to pull her arms down again but he had her securely fastened. She saw that he was holding some sort of a hook in his hand and he was hooking it to the chain between her wrists. She heard the whirring sound of a winch and suddenly she felt herself being lifted into the air. She struggled to keep her feet on the ground but she could barely touch it with her toes. She felt the steel of the cuffs cutting into her wrists. Rip lowered her just a little. Now she could keep the cuffs from cutting the circulation to her hands, but only by standing on her tiptoes. She was terribly uncomfortable.
Rip jumped back down through the hatch and now they both stood facing her. "Jackie," Jack said. "You made a mess up on deck and we have to punish you for that. You know, I don't like to do this but it's for your own good."
Jack turned his back to her and she saw that he was going to a locker against the wall. He was opening it and taking something out. It was a whip! Then he took out another one. There were two whips. Both he and Rip were going to whip her!
"No!" Jackie cried, suddenly panicking. "Please don't do that to me. I'll do anything that you want, but please don't do that!" She was terribly afraid now. The whips were not big but they had heavy leather handles with leather knots at the end. Six ugly tails were hanging loosely from the whip which Jack handed to Rip. His own had only three short tails but the handle was just as hard.
"Jackie," Jack said, "I'm afraid that by your behavior you've given us no alternative." He held the whip in his hand and she could see that his eyes were traveling over her body.
As Jackie watched Jack in terror, she felt something hard jabbing into the middle of her back. She knew it was the butt of Rip's whip. He was poking her in the spine with it, poking it right up her asshole. "No! Not there!" Jackie cried as she felt the hard leather against her tight brown anus.
Now Jack was getting excited. Under his pants she could see that his cock was rising again. He too was holding his whip so that the butt pointed toward her. Jack poked the butt of the whip into the pit of her stomach and pressed down on it, forcing her borrowed panties down over her golden fluff. Now Rip was doing the same thing from behind. They had pulled her panties to the middle of her thighs. It made her feel so naked!
With her pussy bared, Jack assaulted her with the butt of the whip. At the same time, she could feel Rip renew his attack on her anus. Jack was having trouble because she was very dry. Also, since she was hanging from a stout rope, her legs were forced tight together. Her pussy was shut tight.
But Rip found an answer for Jack's problem. Rip dropped his whip and suddenly bent over and grabbed both her thighs, hoisting her off the ground. As she hung like a dead deer from the rope, Rip pulled her legs apart. She felt the butt of Jack's whip enter her body. She felt the cold leather drive into her dry snatch.
Rip dropped her again and Jackie looked down. She could see the long handle of the whip protruding from between her legs. It was caught tight in her snapper. Jack grabbed it out. He shoved it into her face. "Taste this," he ordered. Jackie opened her mouth and he stuffed it in. She could taste her own sweet juices.
Jack pulled the whip away again with a jerk! "Whore! Little conniving whore! Thought you could get my money, did you? Now you'll learn!" She saw that he was looking over her shoulder. "Give it to her, Rip! Show the little bitch what she'll get for her tricks!"
Jackie felt Rip's rough hands at the back of her neck. He was grabbing her dress between his strong fingers. She wanted to tell him that there was a zipper but he didn't seem to care. She heard a tearing sound as he ripped it right down the back. Then he was picking up the whip again. Jackie wished she could brace herself but she could just barely touch the floor.
She heard the whip as it sailed through the air. It stung as it landed across her bare shoulders. Jack was smiling a very weird smile. She knew he was enjoying himself. Rip drew back for another stroke. Jackie closed her eyes. This time she could barely stand the pain. She felt her whole back burning from the blow of the lash.
Jack was waving his whip in her face now, making her look at it. He was poking her titties and poking her cunt. She could see from the front of his pants that he had a terrific hard-on. Then Rip struck her again.
Each time the whip cut into her, Jackie's body jerked forward. As she jerked forward, the handcuffs cut into her wrists. She struggled to keep her footing but it was difficult. Her legs were getting very weak. She felt her eyes fogging over. Through her dimmed vision, she could see that Jack was unzipping his fly again. His hard cock was out again and he was poking it toward her. As Rip whipped her, he was going to try and mount her! How could he do it!
Jackie knew that she was getting very dizzy. Everything was beginning to go black. Her head was swimming. Her mind was confused. Over her shoulder she saw Rip drawing back for another blow. She felt the head of Jack's cock against her thigh. She saw Rip swing. Suddenly she felt herself falling.
Jackie collapsed on her back, but before her head banged to the hard deck, she found herself looking up through the open hatch above her. Although she was not seeing clearly, she could still make out the blond beard and the long blond hair. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. It was Billy!
"This time you've gone too far!" Billy shouted at Jack Harris as he dropped down through the hatch and landed at Jackie's feet.
"Now Billy... " Jack said, trying to soothe him as he struggled to shove his cock back into his pants. Rip was still holding his whip but he must have sensed that the lashes would only anger Billy. Instead, he reversed it in his hand so he could swing the weighted butt.
Billy saw Rip's blow coming but it caught him on the side of the head. Heavy with lead, the butt of the whip stunned Billy. It would have felled most other men but Billy simply turned to Rip and grabbed it out of his hand with a jerk which didn't seem to surprise Rip at all. Rip could see that the tide was turning and he headed for the door.
Billy let him go and turned his attention to Jack. Jackie was regaining consciousness now and, as she again opened her eyes, she saw the two men facing each other. Billy had backed Jack Harris into a corner.
"Billy. Remember all I've done for you. Why get upset over some little slut - " Billy's fist struck out and Jackie heard the thud of flesh against flesh as it connected with Jack's jaw. "Billy!" Jack yelled, panicked and surprised that his employee would turn on him. "For God's sake, Billy, stop this!"
Billy had him trapped in the corner. Jack was helpless now, almost begging for mercy. Jackie wondered what he was going to do. It would be so humiliating if anyone ever found out about what had happened. Her wrists were still hurting her where the handcuffs had cut into them and her back was sore from Rip's lashes. Yet the pain her body had suffered would be nothing compared to the terrible humiliation she would feel if Toni and Dave should find out about what had happened to her, not to mention her parents. She had been wrong in going to Jack Harris and now she would have to pay for her mistake. Even though she was safe now, she couldn't help feeling horrible.
"Billy. You like the girl, why don't you take her?" Jack was begging. "You can use the other cabin. I won't say anything. You can do what you want with her. I know you like to get it sucked. You can make her do it to you... " Jackie noticed that as Jack pleaded with Billy, he seemed to be bending down, as though his legs could no longer support the weight of his body. But that was crazy. Billy hadn't hurt him that badly. Suddenly Jackie saw Jack reach for something which had been strapped to his leg. "Billy! He's got a knife!" she cried.
Although she was trying to warn him, her voice came out so faint that Jackie could hardly hear it herself. But Billy had seen. Billy jumped back in time to avoid the long thrust. He had left his own knife on deck when he had cut Jackie down. He had not planned to use it again. Now, seeing the new danger, Billy searched for a weapon.
His eye caught on the whip which Rip had abandoned. He grabbed it up and turned to face Jack Harris. "Mother fucker!" Jack snarled as he lunged again with the knife. Jackie could see that the oath had enraged Billy. He must have loved his mother very much.
"Bastard! Sadistic bastard!" Billy cried as he snapped the whip down on Jack's wrist. Jackie heard the crack of leather against flesh but Jack didn't drop the knife. He did, however, start backing toward the open hatch which led to the stateroom.
Jackie was sitting up now. She knew that unless she exercised her muscles, she was going to be very sore. Also, there was enough strength left in her aching body so that she wanted to help Billy. He had saved her life and now he was risking his own. She wanted to do what she could to help him and so she struggled to her feet. As Billy followed Jack Harris out through the galley and up on deck, Jackie followed Billy.
"I'll kill you," Jack Harris cried but he was still backing away. "I should have killed you long ago! God, how you deserve it! Son of a whore! You should have been strangled in your cradle!"
They were all on deck now. Jack circled cautiously with his knife still extended. Billy followed him with the whip. Jack kept moving backward. Jackie stood at the head of the ladder, watching them. She became so involved in the sight that she hardly realized it when Jack circled around in her direction.
Suddenly he lunged for her. Jackie felt him catch her on the wrist and try to drag her in front of him for protection. But he had grabbed her right where the handcuff had been cutting into her. Although she was very weak, she suddenly felt an unbearable pain as his hand went around her. "Ouch!" Jackie cried with more strength than she knew she had. Although his knife was very close to her neck, she jerked away from him, breaking his grip.
Jackie's resistance was completely unexpected and it caught Jack Harris unprepared. As Jackie pulled away from him, Jack was suddenly left off balance and unprotected. He saw Billy's whip falling. He tried to dodge it but the blow caught him right across the face. Jackie could see blood running from above his eye. Jack panicked. Still clutching the knife, he made a dash for the narrow catwalk which led alongside the cabin to the bow. One foot landed safely on the catwalk but as Billy struck out with the whip, the tails wrapped around Jack's other leg, pulling it out from under him. He lost his balance and started to fall. Jackie watched him look to the rail as if he were going to grab for it, but the knife was still in his hand. He wouldn't let go of it, and with the knife in his hand he couldn't grab the rail. With a cry of terror, Jack went overboard.
As Jackie went to the rail and looked over, she saw that Jack Harris was frantically paddling away from the boat. "He's afraid of me," Billy explained softly. "Too bad he can't swim." Billy turned away from the rail. "It's all over," he said. Gingerly, so as not to touch her where she was sore, he took her in his arms. Jackie let the full weight of her body fall against him. If Billy was holding her she could stay here forever.
"Who's your new boy friend?" Toni asked, turning off the vacuum cleaner and winding the cord back around the machine. Jackie had offered to help her but Toni had insisted that she could do it herself.
"His name's Billy," Jackie told her, a little relieved that she could finally talk about it. At last, after all this time, she could finally admit that she was in love with Billy. She was sitting on the living room couch with her legs curled up underneath her. Today she was dressed in her faded jeans and a thin cotton T-shirt. She was not wearing a bra underneath the T-shirt and she knew that her hard little nipples showed through it, but Toni hadn't said anything. Toni was nice that way. Toni would never do anything to make her feel self-conscious.
"That's not Billy Harris, is it?" Toni asked.
"I don't know his last name," Jackie admitted.
"Well, if it is, he might be a little late. His father was drowned last night. They say it was an accident but from what I've heard about Jack Harris, it's been long overdue. If it wasn't for the fact that he owns half of Ocean Beach, they would have tarred and feathered that old reprobate long ago. You should hear some of the stories they tell about him! It's amazing that Billy turned out so normal."
"Jack Harris?" Jackie said.
"Yeah," Toni said. "It was on the radio this morning. The body was washed up on the beach. Of course, from what I know of Randy Merril, our fine police chief, he'll do something to cover it up so the papers don't get the goods on Billy's old man. Randy's been trying to protect Billy from his father for years. Jack was a sadist and God knows what else. Randy's trying to keep the boy from knowing about his father but Jack Harris, from what I've heard about him, hadn't done much to help. Anyway, I guess Billy will be a lot better off now, even though he never did take anything from his old man. The kid's got a lot of guts. Hey," Toni said, remembering now how Jackie had called to the boy when the three of them had gone to the beach for some quick action. "That is Billy Harris that you're waiting for. That was Billy Harris you called to the day we picked up those three college kids."
"Yes," Jackie said softly. She had already realized it.
Toni was going to say something but there was a knock at the door. They looked up and Billy was standing in front of the screen. He was one of the few people who had ever knocked at the Southland's. All of Dave's and Toni's friends just walked right in.
"Hi," Billy called, smiling. If he was in trouble with the police, he certainly didn't look it.
"Oh, Billy!" Jackie cried, rushing to the door to open it. She threw her arms around him and let her firm young breasts bury themselves against his hairy chest. "Oh, Billy, I love you!"
"Don't mind me," Toni said, seeing that he was a little embarrassed. "I'm Toni Southland, Jackie's cousin.
"Hi," Billy said to her.
"I'm sorry about what happened to your father," Toni said, politely.
"Shit, good riddance to bad rubbish," Billy told her. "Randy Merril is out looking for some cowboy named Rip Conrad who Randy thinks knows how my old man got drowned, but frankly, I don't think that Randy's too anxious to find him. And from what I know about Rip, that bastard is probably halfway to South America by now. Anyway, Ocean Beach is better off for it."
"And so am I," Jackie said, kissing him again.
Sally had gone shopping with Dave, and Toni was the only one in the house. But Jackie had come to know Toni better. She had come to understand that Toni was to be trusted. She took Billy by the hand and led him to her bedroom. She didn't even bother to close the door.
"Oh, I thought I'd never see you again," Jackie told him. "What happened last night? After I fainted?"
"Not much. I just lowered the launch and took you home. Rip had the rowboat. The police found it this morning down by the public beach. Of course it had drifted so they don't know where he came ashore. Getting you into the launch was a little tricky, especially since your back was all cut up. But we managed. By the time we came up on the beach, you were conscious again, though you probably don't remember. I walked you right to the door here and left you."
"But what did you do after that?" Jackie asked curiously. Now that it was all over, she wanted to know all the details. In a way, she felt she had missed out on something by fainting, but of course that was silly.
"After I left you, there wasn't really much to do. I just went back to the boat and, of course, my father wasn't there, so I called the cops. They came out and took one look at what happened and tried to get me off the boat. Then, this morning, they fished him out of the surf."
Jackie thought about it. It had all been so terrible. She could see why the police had protected Billy. He was so different from his father that they couldn't possibly suspect that he had anything to do with what had happened. But there was one thing that was bothering her. "Billy?" Jackie asked. "What about the handcuffs?"
"The handcuffs?" he asked. She had still been wearing them when he had left her. He hadn't been able to find the key and, although there were a few tools aboard the boat, he hadn't wanted to risk trying to break them off her wrists. Her wrists were already so badly bruised. "I don't know," Billy said, a little puzzled now himself.
"I don't know whether you know this or not," Jackie heard Toni calling to her. "But that sister of yours uses a file like a hardened criminal. If you want the handcuffs, you could look out in the trash, under this morning's garbage. But if I were you, I'd leave well enough alone. Sally didn't say anything to Dave. I just happened to see her when I got up to go to the john."
So that was it! Her sister knew! And Sally hadn't said anything about it. Jackie wanted to kiss her. Here she had come him in the middle of the night, half naked, bruises all over her body, and a pair of handcuffs on her wrists, and her sister had simply taken a file and cut them off her and put her to bed. She could vaguely remember it now. They had all been so good to her.
"Oh, Billy," Jackie cried, throwing her arms around him again. She would have asked him how she could ever thank him but she knew it would be impossible. Yet she could certainly show her appreciation, and there was no one she would rather show it to. Ignoring the open door, Jackie pushed Billy down on the unmade bed.
"Lie still," she told him, reaching for his belt buckle. Jack had said something about how much Billy liked to get his cock sucked. Well, now she was going to find out if that was true. Billy didn't stop her as she unzipped his fly. He braced himself on his elbows as she tugged his pants down to the middle of his thighs.
If she wanted to take his pants off, she would have to take his shoes off first, but she was too eager to bother. She was impulsive and she simply pulled his underpants down along with his pants. She looked at his cock. It had been the first cock she had ever seen, that time in the car. Although she had seen a lot of cocks since then, Billy's still looked good to her. Jackie brushed the hair away from her eyes and leaned over his prostrate form.
She caught the limp organ in her hand and stretched it out like a rubber band. Billy just smiled at her. When she licked her lips and wrapped them around the rim of the head, the smile turned to a more serious expression. Jackie caught it between her lips and drew her head back, pulling it thin. She cupped his hairy balls with her fingers, rolling them around so she could feel the tubes that would soon be squirting the juice she so badly needed into her horny cunt. Billy's fingers caught her head and ran through her hair.
"Oh, yes, Jackie, suck my joint!" But she would have done it anyway. His prick was stiffening now as blood throbbed into it. Jackie could actually feel it swelling inside her mouth. Her tongue licked out and down the lengthening shaft. Her hand pulled at it from the root. She took it out of her mouth for a moment and licked all over the head.
His cock glistened with her spit.
"Does it feel good?" Jackie asked. Billy nodded his head. "Will you do it to me like that some time?" Jackie said, feeling a bit brazen.
"Oh, God, honey, I'll eat you all day! Just don't stop!" Billy cried in anguish. His prick had gotten very hard.
But Jackie was going to enjoy this. She had waited too long for Billy to want to rush. She wanted that long, hard cock and she wanted it just like it was. She wanted it to stay stiff forever. She grasped his rod with one hand and squeezed it to keep it hard. With her other hand, she reached for her T-shirt.
It was a little difficult to do it with one hand still on his pecker, but Jackie managed it like an expert. She pulled her thin T-shirt off over her head and let it all hang out. Billy gazed up at her jugs and Jackie knew he was pleased with what he saw. "Christ!" Billy exclaimed. "You've got the hardest tits I've ever seen!" She pulled away from him playfully when he reached up to grab one.
"Not yet," she teased. She had to let go of his prick while she stripped out of her jeans. She was still wearing Sally's panties which, miraculously, had survived her encounter with Rip and Jack.
Jackie tossed her jeans aside and, as Billy reached up to grab her, threw the panties right into his face. She knew she had already oozed a little cream into the crotch. She wondered if Billy would notice it.
"Phew!" Billy cried, holding his nose between two fingers. "Does the rest of it smell like that?" he joked.
"I'll bet you'd like to know," Jackie laughed. Billy tried to get up to grab her but with his pants down around his thighs, he could hardly move. Jackie was able to push him back down again.
"Stay!" she ordered, as if talking to her pet dog. Billy clawed the air, trying to get at her.
Jackie jumped back on the bed and pulled his pants down farther. She wanted to take them off but it was still too much trouble. Instead, she straddled his chest with her knees and stretched out toward his toes. She knew Billy thought she was going to suck him again but first she wanted to do something else. It was something she had never done with a man but she had always wanted to try. She wasn't sure whether or not Billy would like it.
She pressed her chest to his crotch and let his hard prick stand between her breasts. She bent lower and cupped her breasts between her hands. His cock was squeezed between them now, with the head pointing up toward her mouth. Jackie moved back and forth a little, rubbing the tender foreskin of his prick. She wondered if this would excite him.
Billy didn't say anything but he wasn't complaining. She felt him reach between her legs and poke a hard finger at her clit. He was rubbing her off, playing with her pussy. It felt very good. She squeezed his cock a little harder and shook her titties up and down.
If her knobs had been bigger, she would have been able to completely engulf him. As it was, she just cushioned his hard, throbbing flesh with her own firm boobs. She could manipulate her titties so that she stretched the foreskin of his cock up and down, and she could see that it was beginning to get a little red.
But Billy's fingers were not idle. While he continued to diddle her clit, another finger found its way inside her hot pussy. He was poking it in and out and he was getting her very excited. He was getting her so excited that Jackie found herself rubbing her hard nipples right against his prick!
Then he did something she never would have expected, not from Billy. One of his fingertips poked against her tight anus. He wasn't trying to go in her, she could feel that, but he was just stimulating the sensitive opening. He was stimulating it very well. Jackie responded by working her tits faster and faster up and down his cock. She wanted to get him good and worked up before she put it in her mouth. She wanted to play with him this way until he was almost ready.
But Jackie miscalculated, not by much but by just enough. With her twin mounds still hugging the hard red shaft, Billy's balls exploded. Jackie was bending over to get him in her mouth. When he shot, he shot so hard that it flew up into her face and splattered against her cheek. She felt his hot, sticky cum running down her chin. She licked at it with her lips. She caught a clammy glob on the tip of her tongue. It tasted so good!
Jackie hugged her tits against Billy's cock until she had squeezed out every drop. She knew that her whole face was messy with his load but she didn't care. She was proud of it. She was proud that she was Billy's woman. She wasn't even embarrassed when she looked up and saw Toni standing over her.
"Sorry to interrupt, kids, but your mother's on the phone, Jackie," Toni said. "You should see yourself in the mirror!" she laughed. "You look like you just got hit in the face with a custard pie!"
But Jackie didn't have time to stop and wipe her face off. If her mother was on the phone she would have to talk to her. Quickly she got up from the bed. Her cunt was still aching to be released and she knew she was so horny that she would hardly be able to talk. Her mother couldn't have called at a worse time. She felt as if she would explode if Billy didn't get her off soon.
Toni tossed her the T-shirt as she rushed out into the living room. Jackie used it to wipe her face. She didn't even feel embarrassed to be running around the house naked, even though Sally and Dave might return at any moment. She rushed to the phone and picked up the receiver from the table. She tried to compose herself.
"Hello?" Jackie said. "Mommy?"
"Darling! It's so good to hear your voice! Toni's been telling me about the wonderful time you've been having at Ocean Beach. Oh, dearest, you don't know how good it is to talk to you again."
Jackie was going to say something but her mother just kept going on and on. She wanted to hurry up and finish talking to her mother so she could get back with Billy. She was aching for his stiff prick. Even though she had left it soft, she was certain that he could get it up again for her. She was sure that for her he could make it last all day. Besides, if he couldn't, she was willing to help him. She was willing to do anything he wanted.
"Jackie," her mother continued, "we haven't had a chance to talk to Sally yet - Toni tells me she went shopping with Dave - but your father and I have been talking about the suggestion that Toni made when we spoke to her earlier this morning." Jackie quickly looked at Toni. What was her mother talking about? When had Toni called her before? "We've decided that as long as Toni and Dave are willing to have you for the rest of the summer, it's all right with us. Of course, we'll miss you, but you're getting to be a big girl now. Probably it's good for you and Sally to get away from us old people for a while."
Jackie's heart leaped up into her mouth. "Oh, Mommy, thank you! Thank you! How can I ever thank you!"
"Of course," her mother continued, "we'll expect you to remain on your best behavior. We wouldn't want you to do anything that would be a burden on Toni and Dave." Toni, who was standing close enough to the phone to hear what Mrs. Johnson was saying, winked at Jackie.
"Oh, yes, Mommy," Jackie agreed. "I'll be on my very best behavior!"
"Well then, write us a postcard to tell us everything you're doing," Mrs. Johnson said. Jackie agreed that she would.
"I called them this morning," Toni said after Jackie had hung up the phone. "I figured that if you went home next week you'd be breaking a lot of hearts in Ocean Beach. We're all just getting to love you," Toni said. "We couldn't very well have you leave now."
Jackie threw her arms around her cousin and kissed her on the lips. She was so excited she hardly knew what to do. But Toni broke away from her embrace. "There's someone else who needs it more than me," Toni told her. Jackie kissed her again and rushed back to the bedroom.
"I'm staying all summer!" she cried as she threw her arms around Billy. Billy just hugged her and kissed her. He buried his tongue in her mouth. Jackie felt his hands roaming all over her body. "I'm staying all summer," Jackie said again as his fingers returned to her cunt. This time he was lying her down on the bed. He had already taken his clothes off.
Billy pulled his wet finger from her snatch and went down on her with his tongue. Jackie felt him licking her clit as he spread her thighs apart with his powerful hands. He licked and slurped and nibbled at the pink bump of erect tissue. Jackie could feel her whole body being racked by the pleasant feeling that he was causing her. She clutched her breasts and rubbed her wrists against her nipples. They were still hard. She tried to close her thighs on Billy's head.
"Oh! Lick it harder!" Jackie moaned. "Make me explode!"
But Billy wasn't going to lick her quite that long. Already his prick had become one stiff bone and he was ready to mount her. He knew her back was still sore but that wouldn't matter. She could lie on her side. He wondered if she had ever done it like that before.
Billy climbed to his knees and Jackie grabbed for his head, trying to bring it back to her aching muff. But she was too late. She looked up at him, longingly, and when she saw that his cock was again hard, she began to feel the anticipation of even greater pleasures. She knew that he was going to fill her very full.
"Roll over on your side," Billy told her. She wasn't quite sure what he was going to do but she followed his command. Billy slipped one leg beneath her thigh and the other over it. Although his crotch was not tight against hers, his cock was so long that he was still able to join their bodies together. Jackie felt the blunt head ram against her hairy pink lips.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Please fuck me! Stick it in me!" She struggled to move her body so that his prick would go in deeper. Billy was moving too. She could feel her tight inner passage opening up. She could feel her warm juices bathing the angry head. She could feel him splitting her in two.
"Like it, honey?" Billy asked. She saw that he was grinning. She didn't bother to answer but just tightened the strong muscles between her legs and grabbed his cock harder. "Oh? That's the way you want it?" Billy laughed. He jerked his hips and Jackie thought he would tear her twat out. His prong plunged deep inside her. She hadn't realized that she could take so much cock.
But Billy's cock wasn't the only thing that was getting her off now. The way they were lying, at right angles to each other, they could watch each other's bodies move. They could watch but they could also play. Billy was playing with her now. As his cock fucked in and out of her tight snapper, the middle finger of his right hand diddled her clit. He was rubbing it hard, not caring that it was tender. Jackie was glad he was doing it that way. She needed it very badly.
Billy was just going on and on without stopping. Jackie wondered how he could last so long. She could feel the tension building up inside her body and, to her surprise, she felt the quick flash of an orgasm. And Billy hadn't even come! Her twat clamped tight on his dick and racked in hot spasms. Then she was relaxing again as she started down from the first little peak. Billy was still fucking in smooth steady strokes.
Jackie remembered the night they had been at The Pines and how Billy had left Sally. She should have taken that as a clue that he had really liked her. She wondered what had happened between them that night. And there was that other night too. That night on which she had given herself to Jack Harris. Billy's father! Billy had gone with Sally on that night too. She wondered why they hadn't stayed together. Billy had come back awfully early that time.
Suddenly the thought occurred to Jackie. Perhaps he was only doing it this good because he was with her! She was sure he had fucked her sister, at least once, but maybe it hadn't been that good between them. Maybe he had been saving himself for her. Jackie could feel the tension building up inside her body again. She was surprised how quickly she was coming to a second peak.
"How's your back?" Billy asked gently. Jackie realized that the way they were lying, they could fuck all day but he couldn't get into her in the short, hard jabs which would bring him off.
"I don't know," she said cautiously. "But let's try it that way." She knew it would be all right. She still had the red welts from where Rip had hit her but they were healing very quickly. The joy she was feeling from being with Billy was going to soothe whatever pain she might have felt. She was sure of that. "I'll get on my back," Jackie suggested.
They broke apart for a moment and Jackie could see that Billy's prick was thickly coated with the white juice that her twat had secreted. His prick glistened with it. She almost wanted to put it in her mouth again but her other need was too urgent. She had to have him between her tight walls. She had to have him right between her legs.
"Get on top of me," Jackie told him as he knelt beside her. "Get on top of me and stick it in - all of it. I want to feel your hard cock inside me - every inch!"
And there were a lot of inches to go inside of her. Billy's joint was ready for the plunge. Jackie opened up her snapper and he drove right into her. She was already so wet with her juices that the tightness of her walls barely slowed him down. He pressed forward until he was in up to his balls. She felt his pubic hair rubbing between her legs. She tried to close up on him and grip him but everything was so mushy inside.
Everything was wet and juicy but as Billy's hard strokes drove his cock back and forth inside her, Jackie could feel the lubrication wearing thin. She could feel the terrific friction building up between them. She could feel herself reaching for a higher peak than she had ever thought possible. This time she was going to make it, not to just a little come like the one she had felt along the way. This time she was going to reach the summit.
Billy braced his knees on the bed. Jackie could feel all of his weight bearing down on her cunt. She could feel the tempo increasing. She could feel his cock burning the hot flesh of her pussy. She knew it was coming. No man could last long with that much friction on his cock. "Billy, oh, Billy!" Jackie moaned. "Let me feel it! Let me feel your cum!" She hardly knew what she was saying. Her head was rocking from side to side and her whole body was shaking. If he didn't release it soon she was going to die!
"Want it?" Billy grunted. "Are you ready for a load? Are you ready for some hot, wet cum?" He was ready to give it to her.
As the first spurt pumped deep into her womb, Jackie felt her whole body twist beneath his. She felt the burning, thrilling, unspeakable sensation of an orgasm spread quickly through her body. At first it was a little tingle in every muscle but the feeling kept increasing. Her whole pussy was contracting and expanding and pulsing in short little spasms. His prick was caught and twisted and sucked inside her. His cum filled her whole tight twat.
"Ahhh!" Jackie cried so loud that she almost pierced her own eardrums. Billy gave a low grunt. He knew he had done it. He knew he had brought her off like she had never come off before. Jackie's body froze like stone as she struggled to keep the feeling preserved inside her. She was surprised at how long it actually lasted.
When Jackie finally opened her eyes, she saw that Billy was looking toward the door. She realized they hadn't even closed it. She looked over his shoulder and saw that her sister was standing there watching them. "Gosh," Sally grinned, catching Jackie's eye. "Some people have all the luck." Billy turned red in the face.
Jackie saw now that Dave and Toni had been watching them from the living room couch. They had seen everything that had gone on. They had seen Billy's cock fuck in and out of her. They had seen the desire on her face that told them that she would surrender herself to Billy many more times before the summer was out. They had already sensed that when she went home in the fall, she would still be thinking of Billy. Maybe she was shameless, or maybe she was just in love. For the moment she had Billy and that was all that mattered. The others could think what they wanted. She didn't care.
