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CHAPTER FOUR

The setting sun, a monstrous red ball, was cut in half by the ocean. Charlie stared gloomily at it and wished he could walk along the flaming crimson path on the water until he reached China. The gentle surf swept the sand with a quiet bubbling rush as the tide crept inexorably in, smoothing away the footprints of the day's crowd. The beach was nearly deserted. One last family was packing up, preparing to leave the vast expanse of sand. The children's play area was empty. The swings were motionless in the still air.

Charlie decided he would never understand women. He hadn't really wanted to go on this double date in the first place. But he had missed his curfew a week ago and Carla had taken away his car privileges. Now he was dependent on Pete Mahoney's notoriously unreliable car, a situation he hated.

Carla had been mopping around all week, giving him strange, soulful glances. Before leaving the house that afternoon, he had tried to prepare her for the possibility he would be late by mentioning Pete's car, but all that had accomplished was to earn him another doleful, suspicious look.

And now, thanks to Ann, the day was turning out to be a real downer. She was, at this point, shining up to the oozing, oily charm of Pete Mahoney. Charlie had come on strong and masculine – exactly what she had said she liked the last time they had been out. Meanwhile, Pete had been rejected by Ellen Jameson, who seemed intent on being the ultimate teasing bitch. Instead of slapping Ellen down, Pete had shifted his attention to Ann. As a result, Charlie was left with Ellen, who was about as pleasant to deal with as a bad-tempered wildcat.

So, hare he was, staring out to sea, trying to ignore the hot giggles from Ann, and Ellen's silent, challenging presence. A car started, rumbled quietly for a moment, and then drove away. The beach was empty except for the four teenagers.

"Do they patrol this beach at night?" Ellen asked.

Charlie shook his head without looking at her. "No, not down this far."

"That's nice. We can do anything we want to then," Ellen observed.

Charlie looked at her warily. From the way she had turned down her date's approaches, he doubted she wanted to do much of anything. The red-haired girl was wearing what was a demure one-piece suit, except for the powerful thrust of her knockers. The top edge of the suit exposed a vast expanse of her firm mounds. It cut across just above the nipples. It was fastened between her tits by a button through a loop, then opened to a skinny, oval-shaped gap which revealed the inner and under curves of her creamy white boobs.

She was built like a brick shithouse, Charlie reflected. She kept giving out this red-hot come on, but she put down Pete's polite approaches. "Do we want to do anything?" Charlie asked warily.

"They do," Ellen responded, not answering his question.

Charlie looked at Pete and Ann, and his horniness increased. Ann was on her back, sleek, feminine and enticing. Lying beside her, leaning on one elbow, Pete was rubbing her flat tummy with a slow circular motion. His hand moved closer and closer to her titties. His fingers slid over one gentle mound. Ann did nothing to discourage him.

Charlie remembered the feel of Ann's boobs in his own hands, and felt hot and hard inside. He wanted to tear his eyes off the slow seduction, but couldn't. He was conscious of the heat of Ellen's voluptuous body beside his and eased an arm around her waist. She remained totally unresponsive.

Ann sure was responding to Pete, though. Her eyes closed and her head rolled slowly from side to side as, through her suit top, he fondled first one small titty and then the other. He was easing her top lower slowly, exposing creamy pale, untanned skin, then the edge of a nipple. When Ann did nothing to stop him, he slid the suit top down and bared her boobs completely.

The sight of Pete's hand cupping Ann's bare boob made Charlie's cock hurt. Without trying to hide from Ellen what he was doing, he reached inside his suit and adjusted his prick so it lay up against his stomach and had some growing room. He knew Ellen saw him do it. But she ignored him so completely it was infuriating.

Pete leaned forward and his lips touched Ann's tit. She arched her spine in response, welcomed his gentle nibbling on her boob. At the same time, she reached behind her back, unhooked her suit top and stripped it away. Then she curled one arm around Pete's head and guided his gentle sucking on her nipples. Her slender legs squirmed sensuously, graceful thigh rubbed against graceful thigh.

When Pete began sliding his hand down Ann's flat tummy, Charlie's lust flared sharply. He curled his arm more tightly around Ellen's waist and slid his hand towards her tit. Without looking at him, she pushed his hand away from her boob. Angrily, Charlie ignored her restraint and, through her suit, took firm, brutal procession of her huge, firm jug. He was a little surprised that she made no further move to discourage him. He squeezed her big knocker, fascinated and aroused by its incredible size.

Meanwhile, Pete's fingers slid under the top edge of the remaining piece of Ann's suit. Her tummy fluttered at his touch, sucked in. The lump of his fingertips moved lower under the suit. Charlie knew where Ann's pussy hair began – not more than an inch below the top edge of the panties. Pete was combing through those brown curls, running his fingertips over the arch of her pubis. Ann's legs slid apart, her knees bent gently. She rocked her crotch, encouraging Pete to explore her pussy.

Charlie could almost feel Ann's hot, moist softness as Pete's fingers caressed it under the suit. Ann was writhing on the blanket, holding Pete's head to her titties. He gazed down her petite body, watched what his hand was doing. Her hips shifted and squirmed orgasmically as he probed her hot pussy. Her suit bottom slipped lower. It didn't expose anything yet, because Pete's hand was covering her muff.

Ann was making soft, whimpering noises. Reaching out blindly, she located the button and fly of Pete's hacked-off jeans. A flick of her fingers and the button was open. A second later the zipper was down. His cock sprang free, thrust strongly out from his black crotch hair. His prick looked blood-red in the fading light from the sun. The purple knob was a black knob. Ann's dainty hand curled around the heavy rod.

Charlie's prick throbbed. He clutched Ellen's jug more firmly, tried to tug her suit top lower. The straps were still fled behind her neck. He started to reach for the bow knot, but she stopped him, placed his hand back on her big tit. Her calm resistance was absolutely infuriating. Angry, he reached for the knot with his other hand. When she tried to stop him, he ignored her. He tugged on the end of the strap until the knot came undone.

He looked at her, and couldn't understand her expression at all. It wasn't anger – it was excitement, and challenge. He clutched the top of her suit and dragged it rudely downward. Because of the size of her boobs, the button had to yield. It did. It tore free and leapt away into the sand. Her tits were bare – incredible, massive, creamy mounds capped with generous pink nipples. Charlie slid a hand under one jug and hefted its warm heavy weight admiringly. He had attained his goal! Ellen showed no sign of trying to regain her lost covering, and accepted his caress.

Ann was accepting Pete's approaches, too. Maintaining her grip on his prick, she lifted her ass and let him, drag her suit down and expose her crotch. He slid the suit down her slender legs. She bent her knees and kicked the scrap of material away. Pete paused and struggled out of his cut-offs. Soon he was as nude as the girl beside him. Then he moved over her, lowered his chest to hers as their lips met in a slurping, tongue-twisting kiss. Ann's arms curled around his bare back, her nails bit into his tanned skin. His butt shone pale white in the near darkness. The sun was just a memory in the western sky. The beach was lighted by a quarter moon and a few lights in the parking lot, play area and comfort stations.

Charlie knew Pete and Ann were going to flick in a few minutes. His heart began hammering. He was going to watch Pete plunge his cock into Ann's tight, hot cunt! Knowing how it felt, having fucked her himself just a week before, would make watching a super turn-on. He didn't need to look down to know that his prick was so long and hard it was peering out the top of his pants like a predator looking for a victim.

Pete moved his body farther over Ann's. She slid one leg under him, opened her cunt to him, prepared to cradle his body between her thighs. Pete slipped over, and pressed her into the blanket with his weight. Her arms wrapped around his body, she squirmed beneath his bulk. His hips humped, evidently futilely. He pulled up and away. His cock was dangling downward, exploring Ann's brown pussy patch. She reached down, grasped the heavy rod, and guided it to the center of her pussy. Pete drove forward, and his prick slid deep into her steaming hole.

Charlie's breath hissed out from between his clenched teeth as he watched the carnal coupling. He was clutching Ellen's big jug. His fingers were sinking cruelly into her soft flesh. Her mouth was open with passion, her eyes glittering as she, too, watched Pete's prick entering Ann. Ellen's legs were squirming restlessly, thigh against thigh.

Pete drilled his prick deep into Ann's slight body, drew back, and plunged into her cunt again. Her hips heaved upward to meet his drive. She coiled her legs around his, locked the two of them together as he humped her. It wasn't possible to see his prick sliding in and out of her cunt now, but the motions of their bodies made it obvious what was happening. The noise of the surf drowned out the soft, sticky slapping sound of their fucking, but not their moans and gasps of pleasure.

The sight of the two naked bodies writhing together was incredible. Charlie shifted restlessly. His cock was uncomfortable again. Deciding he didn't give a shit whether it upset Ellen or not, he let go of her, stood up, and impatiently stripped off his pants and jock strap. His cock swung heavily, expanded. His balls tensed up against his groin from the change in temperature, then slid back down into their delicate, purse-like sac. Ellen's expression was impossible to read. She glanced over at his cock. She still made no move to pull her top up to cover her tits. Her nipples were hard and aroused. It was the only visible evidence she was affected by what was going on around her. She remained as she had been all day – cool, and controlled and infuriating. She was leaning back on her hands, with her ankles crossed, her legs straight in front of her, straight towards the tangled flicking knot that was Ann and Pete.

With cold deliberation, Ellen looked from Charlie back to Ann and Pete. Charlie was left standing there with his hard-on spearing out boldly. Her showy lack of interest in him as a sexual being infuriated Charlie. He stood over her for a moment, clenching and unclenching his fists angrily. Then, controlling himself with a supreme effort, he sat down beside her, and turned his attention to the humping couple.

They were near the end. Pete's moves were quicker, sharper, with a long pause after each downward stroke. He jammed his cock into Ann's tight hole and held there, drew back, then jammed in again. Ann lurched and jerked in response to each of his thrusts. Clawing at his back, she writhed lewdly against him. Her clit was being mangled between her pubic arch and his. Their mouths were glued together in a sucking, slurping, penetrating kiss.

Pete shoved his prick home in her cunt one last time. They both mated as if they had been hitched to a high-voltage wire. Quivering, they strained against each other. It was obvious he was pumping his load into her cunt, even though there was no longer any visible movement. He had his prick balls deep in her twat and was pouring his thick cream into her hole. Her cunt walls were spasming around his jetting tool.

Inflamed by the sight, Charlie turned on Ellen Jameson. He grabbed her suit and one of her tits with brutal ferocity. She shoved him roughly away. Infuriated, he grabbed at her again. She twisted away, tried to escape. His grasp on her suit held her momentarily, and then the zipper opened and she squirmed her hips out of the tight garment. It tugged down her legs and she kicked free.

The triumphant laugh she let out as she broke away enraged Charlie. Hurling her suit down, he charged after her. His feet digging deep in the soft sand, his eyes fixed on her jiggling, flexing buttcheeks, he followed her across the beach. He started to gain on her almost immediately. The gap closed even more when she paused to cast a quick glance over her shoulder at him. There was no fear on her face – only lust and pleasure.

A flying tackle brought her down. Then her knee came up and slammed into his stomach, and Charlie let go of her as the wind whooshed out of him. She broke away, and sprinted in the direction of the comfort stations. Charlie scrambled quickly to his feet.

Furious, he sprinted after her. She got to the paved walkway and he lost ground because he was still in soft sand. She slammed through the door into the ladies' dressing rooms. Without hesitating, he followed. The door banged back against its stop as he slammed through it. A foot whipped out of the darkness and caught his ankle, bringing him down heavily and painfully on the tile floor. He slid on the wet floor and slammed into the far wall. He saw her silhouette as she ducked out the door.

As he got up, Charlie wondered if he was ever going to catch her. Then he thought of what he was going to do to her when he did. Anticipation made him run faster.

He vaulted the low wall around the playground. She had taken the longer way through the gate. As he cleared the bricks, he snatched up a mass of rope that was lying there. Three long strides and he slammed into Ellen's back and brought her down again. This time he carefully avoided her thrashing legs, and scissored his own around her and squeezed her tightly around the waist. When she swung at him, he grabbed her wrist, and quickly knotted a loop of rope around it. Catching her other arm, ignoring her panting and cutting and kicking, he tied her wrists together. Then, flipping her onto her stomach, he sat on the small of her back, facing her feet. His hard cock snuggled suggestively in the crevice of her ass. He hobbled her with a second length of rope, tied her ankles so there was about six inches of rope between them.

Then he let her buck him off. He rolled to one side while she thrashed, trying to get free. When she turned over and started to reach for the rope around her ankles, he grabbed the loose end of the rope holding her wrists and jerked her hands away from her feet.

"Come on, get up," he ordered. "It's time someone taught you a lesson."

"You think you're man enough to do it?" she taunted.

More determined than ever, Charlie dragged her towards the jungle gym.

She didn't exactly come willingly, but she didn't struggle as hard as she could have, either. At the framework of steel, Charlie passed the end of the rope from her wrists over the highest pipe and drew it tight, then tied it off. Ellen's hands were drawn up over her head. Her feet were firmly planted in the sand, but she could only move a foot or so in any direction.

She turned to face Charlie. She was unable to shield her lush body from his frank study. Her boobs were lifted by the position of her arms. Her nipples were aroused; her ribs were heaving with her panting. Her red pussy patch looked dark in the faint moonlight.

Charlie's cock stiffened and rose as he studied his captive. During the chase, his hard-on had faded. Now the sight of Ellen's well-rounded body, her rich sensuous curves and her inviting red pussy brought his hard-on back stronger than ever. For a moment he debated fucking her right away, instead of giving her the beating she deserved. He twitched a length of rope in his hand nervously.

"Well?" Ellen challenged. Her expression was bold, proud and scornful.

Charlie didn't dare back down now. The rope twitched as he drew his arm back. "Belly or backside, it doesn't make any difference to me," he informed her coldly.

Ellen didn't flinch. She faced him, refused to turn her back on him. He brought the rope around in a wide sweep, carefully tempering the blow. The knotted end stroked across her belly timidly.

Ellen didn't bat an eye, just stared at his towering prick, deliberately taunting him. His cock looked like a telephone pole thrusting out from his crotch.

Charlie struck again, harder. He felt the blow up his arm. Ellen jerked this, time, then arched her back, presented the tender, stretched expanse of her pale belly. His fury building, Charlie struck her again. The knotted end of the rope slashed across her flawless belly. Frustration and humiliation overcoming him, Charlie struck her again, harder. The tip of the rope caught the rise of one of her boobs, and she doubled over with pain.

Charlie's blows began to rain down on her, harder and faster as his fury grew. He went half-mad. The rope whistled as it cut through the air. It slashed against her writhing body with a wicked slapping sound. Dark-red welts began to show on her pale skin, criss-crossing her from tits to hips. As he slashed at her viciously, his cock throbbed with blazing lust.

Ellen jerked against her bonds, twisted from side to side as Charlie continued to lash her unprotected flesh. She could have turned and taken the blows on her back, but didn't. She took the blows on her straining torso. The knotted end bit into her.

She accepted the punishment as nothing more than what she deserved. She had been deliberately teasing Pete, and when he had refused to bring her to heel, she had turned to Charlie. She found he had the strength and power she demanded, and was delighted. She loved the pain. She felt her pussy swelling and flowing with need as her stomach and chest were lashed. She bit back her cries of pain, but couldn't control her tears. They streamed down her cheeks as her agony went on, and on, and on. She knew that Pete and Ann were watching her degradation, Pete with pleasure, Ann with astonishment and excitement.

Charlie's frenzy began to fade as his arm tired, and as be realized what he was doing. With a curse, he threw the rope aside. Immediately, his lust boiled up. Grabbing Ellen by the waist, he pushed her out from the jungle gym until the rope binding her wrists was taut, and she was just hanging there.

He shoved in between her thighs, wedged her knees open with his body. He drove the blunt head of his cock into her red-haired pussy. His prick plowed the length of her gash, missing her cunt hole. Ellen thrashed madly as his cock ripped over her clit. Backing up, he lunged at her again. This time his cock struck into her cunt, burrowing deep into her hot hole.

"Aaawwww!" Ellen bellowed. It was the first sound she had made since the mad chase had begun. She jerked against the ropes binding her wrists as his cock slammed deep into her quivering twat, filling her with a brutal abruptness.

Charlie drew back and rammed into her cunt again. It was rape, pure and simple, but it was what they both wanted. His fingers digging into Ellen's waist to steady her and keep her hips positioned for his assault, Charlie jammed his prick deep into softly yielding snatch. He felt the rippled walls of her cunt blaze past his prick. He humped into her twat again and again and again, his crotch slamming against hers with sledgehammer force, his cockhead pounding the end of her cunt like a pneumatic drill. The pool of cum in his guts felt like seething, boiling acid. It grew bigger and bigger and more impatient.

Ellen felt herself coming. Gargling strangely deep in her throat, she was bathed in the searing flames of an orgasm. Her hips heaved crazily as she struggled to be completely run through by the cock in her convulsing cunt. She was oblivious to the searing pain in her scorched, beaten belly. Her cunt spasmed madly as she was completely engulfed in pleasure. Everything else vanished.

Charlie felt his own orgasm bursting over and rammed his erupting prick as deeply into Ellen's spasming cunt as possible. He was vaguely aware of her twat convulsing around his prick, but his mind was on the searing pumping of his cock in her warm sheath. The cum spurting from his prickhead felt like thick taffy as it slammed against the end of her cunt. His cock, prostate, balls, every muscle in his body, thrust and squeezed and pumped. He poured his load deep into Ellen's body. Holding her drawn tight against the ropes, he jammed his hips against her crotch and hosed her innards with sperm.

When his coming faded, he eased Ellen forward until her feet touched the sand. His cock slid wetly out of her hole. Suddenly her arms were around him and they fell to the sand in a warm heap. He wondered crazily just when the knot at her wrists had come loose. He realized with a jolt that she probably could have escaped at any time, even during the beating, but had stayed to take it, and then him. He had thought he would feel remorse for the thrashing he had given her, but he didn't. She had been asking for it, and then she had stood there and taken it.

"Don't apologize," she said softly. "Don't ever apologize, no matter how many times you do that to me."