"Wow, I'll bet he's got a nice big cock!" Angela Hart whispered excitedly to her two companions as the muscular young man walked past them on the narrow sidewalk.
Angela, her sister, Coralee, and the pair's best friend, Reina Escorial, were on the make for the first time in their lives, and it was obvious by the husky tone of Angela's voice that she was not about to waste much time in fixing the three of them up.
She was cool! The minute that Mr. and Mrs. Hart had decided to accept Mr. and Mrs. Escorial's invitation to cruise down to La Paz, Angie had called the other two girls to her room for meetings about what they'd do in their parents' absence. Somehow, they'd make it down to the beaches of Santa Vaca County, find some boys, have a ball. Even if their folks had hired that tough, smart Miss Thatcher to watchdog them.
And then, no more than an hour after the two sets of parents had departed, with Miss Hart looking anxiously at her watch, and Mr. Hart looking impatiently at his, and with Miss Hart saying: "You girls will be all right; I'm sure Miss Thatcher has just been delayed!" Well, that was when the miracle had happened. A phone call from Miss Thatcher. A pained and panicky phone call. Angie had taken the telephone call. And when she cradled the phone and turned to the others, her face was a study in triumph and purpose.
"She's broken an ankle – or maybe it's just a bad sprain. But she's got to stay in bed. Wow! Oh, wow! There's no way she can reach the folks, no way she can get here! We've got two weeks! Oh, wow!" Angela did a little war dance.
The two girls looked eager but confused. "What are we going to do, Angie?" Coralee asked. "Get some boys over here?"
"And have all the neighbors taking notes for a report to Mom?" Angela's sarcasm was kind and sisterly. "Hell, no, baby! We go where nobody knows us, and where the action is!"
Well, that had been about four hours ago on the dock, and a hundred miles north on the map. And here the three of them were, in the pleasant little city of Apple Tree, one of the many pleasant resorts strung along the shoreline of Santa Vaca County. And this was where the action was, all right. Teens by the hundred, running and walking and sitting in cars and slouching against buildings. Boys in surfer trunks, girls in bikinis.
Coralee, as tall as Angela with the same gray eyes and ash-blonde hair, hugged herself and tried to keep from jumping up and down. Her sweet breasts, soft mounds of tenderness, tingled as her arms pressed them. And Reina, so slim and dark, but with the spirit of love and adventure shining in her large brown eyes, hugged Angie and said: "Oh, Angie! How soon can we get started?"
The resourceful Angela gave the eager pair a sisterly smile. "First," she said, "we've got to decide where to stay. Then, we get our bikinis on and start cruising." She looked at the crowds streaming along Apple Tree's main street, old Highway 101, and turning to head west toward the beaches. What she saw was just a bit discouraging about twice as many girls as boys. "Come on, now, and stick close to me – I want to ask that lady at the bus depot for some information."
They ate sandwiches and drank Cokes from a vending machine while Angela, determined not to show discouragement, looked through a sheaf of resort advertising from the rack up near the depot door.
"What are we waiting for, Angie?" Coralee asked. "I'm hot to get started!" She scratched her juvenile crotch suggestively, and gave her sister what she thought was a leer.
"Look here," she said, holding a brightly colored brochure out to the girls. "The information lady says there isn't a room anywhere up and down the coast, from Tijuana to Long Beach."
"Kenny's Stables? Are you out of your mind, Angie? What do we do at a stable – sleep with the horse?" Coralee jibed.
"Don't be a smart-ass," her sister said sharply. "Look, it says right down here, 'accommodations and meals nearby'. They ought to have a room." She patted Coralee on the arm, and dropped her voice. "Don't you see, baby? They're ten miles inland they shouldn't be so crowded."
"Have you got enough money?" Reina asked doubtfully. "The folder says the place is between Apple Tree and Rancho Dell. I remember my dad saying that Rancho Dell millionaireasville. Why don't we just go on down and camp at the beach, we're sure to make some sort of connection!"
"I've got Mama's Master Charge card. Stay here a minute."
She went back to the baggage counter and came back with a large key on a brass ring. "The lady can't get our stuff now," Anne said. "There's a bus due in any minute, and she's working the counter alone. Come on; she gave me the key so we can pick out our own bags."
They went into a dark room that ran along the north side of the building. There was a pile of luggage piled on the floor, and the only light was from a window, closed and painted over in opaque white.
"I'll open the window so we can see what we're doing," Coralee offered, and Angela said: "Okay, but the lady said to be sure and leave it closed and locked."
They heard the window go up part way, and there was a muted outcry from Coralee which brought both Angela and Reina up from where they'd been poking at the heap of bags. In the light from the window, they saw Coralee, her face bright with interest, beckoning to them, holding a finger to her lips.
The three of them knelt by the partly raised window pane, and Angela said, under her breath, "My God!"
There was an open space between their building and the second one down, probably ten feet wide and twenty feet long. It seemed to be a storage yard; there was a six-foot board fence shutting the space off from the alley. But there was no roof, of course, and the afternoon sun made the area as bright as a theater stage. And the girls were seeing a real show. A big, dark-haired boy in the back seat of the convertible parked practically under their noses was just guiding the car's top back and out of sight. He was perhaps eighteen or older, and he was grinning at two other boys who had a small but ripely built girl between them.
"How old are you, chickie?" the dark boy asked. "And where are you from?"
The girl tossed her long auburn hair. "What difference does it make? I'm big enough. And don't call chickie my name is Joan."
The big boy in the car began to thumb down his trunks, showing a heavy cock growing out of a thick bush of pubic hair, and Angela heard the two girls gasp. The big tool was growing; when it was hard, Angie guessed, it would be at least seven inches long. The auburn-haired girl looked startled.
"Hey, wait a minute," she said, "I'm not doing anything with these jokers around. Me and you, that's one thing, but no audience!"
She turned on her heel, and one of the two boys grabbed at her, catching the strap of her bikini bra and jerking it so that it tore away, leaving two large, heavy tits swinging. The girl cried out and tried to cover them with her arms, but the dark boy in the car said: "Peel her!" and his two companions roughly stripped her panties down, showing a big triangle of dark-red hair at the base of her belly.
Angie looked at Coralee and at Reina, and they were both still as statues, their eyes riveted on the scene, their breathing so loud that Angela feared they might give away their presence. Never happen, she thought. Those guys at too busy!
The girl in the parking yard had turned white, and was struggling in the grasp of the two boys.
"Let me go, you bastards!" she grated. "I'll holler for the cops!" A flow of angry tears ran down her freckled cheeks and she closed her eyes, opening her mouth to shriek.
Before it was half out, one of her captors slapped her so hard that it rang like a shot, and the girl, her eyes hazed over with pain and fright, stood still. "Lift her in, fellows," the dark boy said. His trunks were gone, now, and his big cock was getting hard. "Come on, baby," he grinned, "cheer up! You said you wanted a place to stay tonight, and we've got a big camper right down on the beach. You act nice, and maybe we'll fix you up!"
The girl sat slumped in the back seat, her body beautiful in its swelling curves, its total nakedness. Her face was set and dull, and she did not look up as the dark boy lifted her leg and set it, with bent knee, along the back of the seat. From the window, the three girls saw the long pink line of the girl's inner lips as the dark-red cunt hair parted slightly.
"She's beautiful," Anne whispered, and Coralee made a sound like a sob.
"What if we yelled for the cops?" Reina asked, her face bright with interest. "I want to see that guy fuck her, but I'm on her side, too."
Angie shivered. The itch between her cuntlips was so intense that she was about to come. She reached for Reina's hand and brought it between her spread thighs. Without taking her eyes from the scene in the yard, she whispered: "Fuck me! Real easy, now. Ohh, good baby! Good! Right on it!"
She began to come, suddenly holding on to the girl who was gently rubbing her clitoris, her itching, flowing labia, the wet portal of her cunt. In a trance of passion, she kissed Reina, open-mouthed, as they had done so often in the past, and the hot Mexican groaned in delight her long, slender tongue wrapped around Angie's.
There was a cry from under their window, and they hastened to peer out again, Angela pertly sated, Reina barely able to breathe for her heat and need.
The big boy had his face down between the redhead's thighs, and it we obvious that he was eating her cunt. The leg he had placed against the back seat was in the air, her right leg across his big shoulders. She we pumping furiously, obviously in the midst of a shattering come. The two boys were working on her, too, one leaning in to suck on one of her lovely boobs, now swollen with lust, and the taller of the two kissing her. The action of her cheeks and throat muscles showed that she was sucking his tongue.
"Good God!" muttered Coralee, her white panties pushed down her thighs, her fingers buried in her twat. "No wonder she's out of her mind!"
She suddenly laid her head on the window sill, and began to groan in low, gasping breaths. Reina, her own panties down, looked imploringly at Angie, who smiled and held the small girl around the shoulders, kissing her again while her wise fingers found the dark girl's streaming clit.
The tide of orgasm began to rise in Angela again, and she reached to one side blindly, fumbling with her free hand for her sister's slick pussy. But there was another, louder sound from outside, and the three girls left off their own passionate fumbling with each other to watch.
The girl in the back seat, her face slack in the wake of vented lust, was trying to keep her face turned away from the hard, demanding cock which the dark-haired boy was thrusting at her.
"Oh, please, not now!" she moaned. "Not yet! I don't even know you! I won't do it! I won't!" She was almost screaming, now, and one of the boys outside the car took her lower jaw in one big hand and squeezed hard.
"Get it open, baby!" he said. "No suck, no camper tonight!"
The dark boy who was standing up in the convertible took her long hair and pulled her face to his prick. His face was in a twisted grin of delight. "You lip it good, baby," he said, pulling her held-open mouth over the purple head of his cock. "And if you bite me, you won't have any teeth left to bite the net guy with!"
His cock was dark and rosy tan all along its rugged length; in the perfect light, Angie and the two teens could see the swelling veins, the hair growing inch up from the wide base of it. It went deep into the auburn-haired girl's throat, and she gagged once, then began to suck.
"Hey," one of the boys outside the car said admiringly. "Look at her go! She's sucked a cock before!"
The dark boy edged up and got his knees on the seat, then turned and leaned back, pulling the girl's head to him.
This time, she seemed to come to him willingly, and she knelt on knees and elbows, holding the thick cock with one hand, her concave cheeks showing that she was giving him a really eager blow job. Her eyes were closed, her long hair moved on the boy's thighs as her head went up and down, her big breasts jiggling with her effort. Behind her, one of the other boys had his hand between the globes of her ass, his face intent as he finger-fucked her.
There was a groan of pleasure from the boy in the car, and the girl's head waited faster, harder. Her throat muscles worked, and it was apparent that she was swallowing a load of cum, but not swallowing fast enough, for a long ml of milky white semen dribbled out of the corner of her moving, sucking mouth, and down the pumping cock.
Something good and exciting was happening to the girl, too, for she suddenly went rigid, bucked back against the probing fingers in her cunt, and lifted her head up in an unconscious tribute to the ecstasy of her orgasm. At the same time, the boy she had just sucked off opened his eyes, gave the unoccupied boy a wink, and clambered out of the back seat, into the front, where he could watch.
Immediately, this boy vaulted into the vacated spot, pulled the girl bodily away from his finger-fucking companion, and turned her so that her back was to him.
"Sit right down on it, baby!" he said thickly. "Here it is – old Charlie's cock, all charged up for you!"
He jerked at her thighs roughly, forcing her to get inside his legs, and Angela and the other two watchers saw that the girl, however willing or unwilling she might be, was hot beyond her capacity to resist. All the dark-red hair that grew below the top of her slit was nearly black with the wetness of her cum-juice, and her body went down and onto the cock – as big the one she had sucked, possibly bigger – in a hard slide, bouncing up as the girl's face twisted in pain.
"He hit bottom," Angie whispered fiercely. "Goddamn! What a sight!"
The third boy, the one whose fingers had been buried in the girl's pussy while she sucked off his friend, climbed into the back of the car and wedged himself between the joined couple and the back of the front seat.
"That's the stuff, Joe," the boy in the front seat said. "She can sure a hell suck!" He reached around his friend's naked and muscular ass and took one of the big, jiggling boobs in his hairy paw, squeezing it so hard that the nipple stuck out like a toy balloon about to burst.
The girl's screw was weaker, now, and the boy called Joe took advantage of her opened mouth to jam his cock into it.
It was a brutally lascivious sight. The girl was impaled at both ends, the cock of the boy on the seat going up into her like a pole through a scarecrow. The tall boy standing up held her head in both hands, making sure she would give him all the head he needed by moving her back and forth without regard to her breathing.
And the first boy, who had gone down on the girl and taken her first head job, was raising another hard-an, and showed his renewed interest by pulling brutally on the girl's soft, full titties.
Angela, in spite of the heat which kept sweeping trough her, found herself crying, and even the girls, now that they had worked off the first rough edges of their passion, were turning away from the window. There was a sudden flurry of sound from the outside, and the three looked.
The girl, now freed, was trying pull her bikini panties on again, and was having trouble. Cum was running down the inside of her thighs as well as streaking her chin and neck, and the boy in the front seat, the first of her tormentors, was trying to jam his finger into her aunt, now so slack that its red inner lips seemed almost to hang out.
She tried to smile, pushing the boy's hand away. "So I did all I said, and then some," she said bravely. "Can I go down to your camper, now, and take my bag?"
The dark boy threw back his head and laughed. "What do you say, Charlie?" he asked. "She's not the greatest cocksucker I ever had – how about her cunt?"
Charlie fiddled with bin limp prick, his face solemn. "Well, Bud, I'd have to say she's not all that tight," he said, in the manner of a judge weighing a question. "And she didn't move much."
The girl jerked away, crying. "How tight could I be in that position?" she demanded. "And all slicked up from all of you playing with me? And look at my bra. Ruined!" She was really crying now, holding the wrecked bra up to view.
The ringleader, the one called Bud, grinned and grabbed at her bruised titty again. "Tough shit, sister," he said. "You were hustling us for a place to stay – I said if you were good enough, to all of us, you could sleep in our camper. The boys, here, say you're not good enough. Maybe the other three guys might think different. We're in a big Wanderer, pink and white, parked above Moonbeam Beach." He made a fast grab at her panties, pulling them down enough to expose her sopping cunt hair, and she twisted away, her face set.
She jumped lightly out of the car, her face streaked with team and dirt, a broad, drying smear of semen on her chin, and tried to run for the gate. The tall boy grabbed her. "Not so fast, chickie," he snarled. "We'll tell you when you can go."
In the semidarkness of the baggage room, Angela, her knees rubbery from the long-lasting flow of orgasmic pleasure that had been mixed with her horror, went to the pile of luggage and began sorting out. The two teens came with her, but seemed confused, their faces twisted in strange grins, as though they felt the same conflict of emotions as Angie.
They got out on the street with their three pieces of luggage, finding a typical small-town line of cabs, all different all looking the worse for wear.
They stood silent, not looking at each other, waiting for the cab driver to appear, and with no warning, Coralee fell against her sister and began to cry quietly. "Oh, Angie," she wailed, "I'm scared! I'm sorry, but I'm scared to death!"
Reina squeezed between the two, her arms around them both. "It was horrible," the dark girl whispered. "How can you get so hot looking at that terrible, wonderful sight, and still want to kill those dirty rats?" She shivered. "Honest, Coralee, I never hod such a feeling in my life! God, Angie," she whispered, "I've got a real pain in my pussy! It hurts!"
"Don't you care," the older girl comforted them. "I know what you mean, both of you. Coralee, that's why I'd be scared to camp out on the beach – those rough guys." She sniffled a little and laughed at herself. "Listen," she said, hugging the two slender bodies, "well go get us a room, and then, if we don't find some guys, well have us a little daisy chain until we're all pooped out, right?"
She deliberately squeezed hard on one breast of the Escorial girl, and, with her other hand, stroked her sister's beautiful ass. Both her words and actions cheered them like a tonic…
"Sure, who needs guys?" Coralee asked. "Boy, the way we were all coming in there, we'll have plenty of syrup to lick up! Wow! The whole crotch of my panties is sopping!"
"Goody!" she crowed. "I'll go for anything! But honest, Angela, are we going to find some guys? I've been thinking ever since this morning: I'm gonna get fucked! I'm gonna get fucked! Oooh!" she cried, shuddering at the thought. "How wonderful! Just to be fucked with big, hard, hot cock!"
Angela whispered: "Cool it!" and the other two turned as the cab driver came up and eyed them questioningly. After Angie had given him the name of Kenny's Stables, and he smiled and said certainly, he knew where it was, and after they piled into the privacy of the rear seat, Angie hugged the Mexican girl.
"I thought you'd been fucked, Reina," she teased. "You certainly gave us a lot of gruesome details!"
Reina flushed. "Well, I did," she said, defensive. "But it was only my cousins, when we were in Guadalajara at Christmas. And plenty, too!" she said proudly. "Six, seven, eight times a day! But when my uncle tried to get into me, realized that my cousins' pricks didn't mount to much!"
"That's weird that your uncle couldn't even get it part way in," Coralee said. "Not even the red part? I know you wouldn't lie, not to us, anyhow, but that's hard to swallow!"
Reina whooped. "I bet you'd like to swallow it," she said. "It darned near choked me!"
"That was really something," Coralee said without envy. "To go down on your uncle! Shit, all our relatives am so square they probably won't even let their wives suck them off!"
"Cut it out you two," Angie chided them. "And whisper, will you? I think this guy can hear us. Settle down!"
The driver, at that moment, pressed a button and the glass between the front and rear seat went down as he turned. They were wheeling inland on Apple Tree Road, according to signs, and the man waved at a huge billboard that signaled the nearness of Kenny's Stables.
"We're getting there," he said. "How long are you girls thinking of staying with us?" He had dropped his eyes to the strong thighs of Angela, and turned back to his driving.
"A week, maybe," the girl answered, pleased at the effect she had had. "Maybe longer. We have to find a place to stay."
"Only place near Kenny's would be the Pepper Tree Inn. It's just across the road from the Stables. But they may be full up. Unless you have a reservation."
"Oh, yes, of course," Angie said.
"Well, what I mean," the driver said over his shoulder, "you ought to check that out, you know what I mean? Your reservations. Then, if everything's okay, you can get into your rooms and change, if you want to ride tonight. Or I can stay and have a cup of coffee while you're signing in, and if there's any trouble, I can take you back, see?"
If we have to, you poor bastard, we'll fleck you right out of your own bed, Angie thought. He had twisted his neck out of joint trying to get a look up her skirt. If you had a look and saw I had no panties on, you'd shoot this cab out across a field.
A pussy was a powerful weapon.
But they got a slugging blow that shattered even Angie's composure. To the clerk's quiet statement which the girls didn't quite hear, Angela answered shrilly. "No reservations? Of course we have reservations! My father made them through Luris Travel Agency. Look again."
"I'm sorry, Miss Hart," the man said in positive tones. "Luris didn't phone us; they'd know better. It's Easter week. We've been booked solid since January."
"May I use your phone to call them? Collect, of course?" Angela sparred, and then, as the man reached for the phone, she gave up. "No, never mind," she gulped. "What's the use? We've got to stay somewhere!"
The hint of tears in her voice; the fact that she was no longer thrusting her tits at him like weapons, thawed the clerk considerably.
"Why don't you go in the dining room and have some coffee or something?" She invited. "I know every motel and inn around here. I'll make some calls." He shook his head. "Don't get your hopes up, though. Anyone could have told you – the Santa Vaquita district is no place to come without a reservation. In Easter week, it's as bad as Newport and Balboa."
"At Balboa," Angie said, still game, "you can at least find a car to sleep in. But there's no cars parked along the highway out here in the boonies."