Carl Van Marcus

The girlfriend_s revenge Volume One

CHAPTER ONE

Down on the smooth gleaming sand reflecting the soft shimmerings of moonlight, the two figures of a boy and girl clad only in bathing suits lay stretched out on a long orange beach blanket. Behind them was the sound of booming surf, and up the dunes several yards away from them the girl could see the silhouettes of several couples dancing to loud music coming from a portable phonograph.

"No, Bob, you mustn't," the girl said, pulling away from the boy's hands that were moving down over the top of her bikini and gently fondling beneath the light nylon material that covered the girl's large firm breasts.

"Dammit, Ellen, it's not as if we've just met each other; we're practically engaged," Bob said, his voice rising in anger.

"I know, but something inside me says 'not yet'. As foolish as it may sound, I still believe in keeping myself for you until after we are married."

The youth lay back on the blanket and was silent for a minute. Ellen could hear his deep breathing come heavily, and she looked down at his face and smiled a deep warm smile.

"Listen, Bob, I love you," she said, grasping his hand for a moment, then moving away as she sensed his strongly aroused body push against the smooth tanned skin of her naked belly. "I want you to touch me, as much as you want to, but I know it will make a difference. Now, do you understand?"

"Yes, I guess I do," he said softly. "But there's no law that I can't give it a try once in awhile. We have been going together for more than a year, and a guy gets tired of waiting."

"I know it's hard, and maybe that will make what we have later on more worth while."

Ellen knew that these words only angered her boyfriend further, but she didn't know any other way to describe her strong feelings about it so that he would understand. Purity, honor, and virginity – these were words that she had been taught so thoroughly by her mother and father to cherish. The girl knew it would be difficult for any boy to understand her deeply rooted feelings, especially when her own parents had divorced recently, going against the ideals they had so carefully attempted to develop in their two children. She was excited by Bob's closeness to her, and it was obvious that he knew it, but she just couldn't give in to these emotions that were growing more and more intense with each time he touched her.

Bob moved closer, his hand running affectionately across her bare shoulder before slowly beginning to stroke her hair with comforting softness. He put his mouth close to her ear and said softly: "Darling, I will try. I think I understand how you feel. I-I don't know what got into me there for a minute."

Pleased, she turned and gently kissed him, and felt his warm mouth respond as he moved his hand from the soft silkiness of her hair and began to caress the smooth-tanned flesh of her shoulders and back. Again there was that urgent tingle of quickly suppressed pleasure. She pulled her mouth away from his and said, "I love you so much! I want you to know that. Sometimes I think you feel I don't love you because I won't go all the way."

The boy laughed and sat up from the blanket, running his hand down her tanned arm that shone a creamy gold color in the glow of the moonlight. Then, clasping her hand tightly, they sat silently for a moment in a warm affectionate embrace and gazed out beyond the surf into the silvery stillness of the Atlantic Ocean.

"I suppose I should be looking for Jennifer," she said, tapping her finger lightly against his chin. "I don't see her up there with the rest of the party."

"She's probably making out behind some sand dune with my brother, if I know Jennifer," Bob remarked and laughed sharply.

"What kind of comment was that? Your older brother is no angel. I hardly trust him with my sister, and the joke of it all is that they're supposed to be chaperoning us to this party!"

"Jennifer is a grown woman now," Bob said, a note of sarcasm entering his voice. "She knows what's good for her, after all her experiences with that fast college crowd she's been hanging out with."

"Now that is mean! How could you say a thing like that about my sister," she exclaimed. "But I am getting a bit concerned about her. Since Mom and Dad got divorced she just hasn't been the same person."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it," he comforted, holding her hand softly. "It's probably just as you say. She's having a little fling, and she'll come out of it fairly soon… I think."

"I wouldn't be so concerned if she were just staying out all night," she sighed. "But it's the pot smoking that I don't like."

"Now that's something we can't do anything about," Bob said slowly. "Your mother's me one who is at fault there."

"I-I don't know. It's so hard for Mom to control her, you know. If Dad were only living with us I think the whole problem would clear right up. As it is, she just laughs right in Mom's face and says that her life is her own business."

"Ellen, I really wish you wouldn't get so darn worked up about all this. Jennifer is twenty-two years old, and by all standards she is a mature adult. If she insists on carrying on and going to bed with every man she meets that's her own affair."

"Now, you stop that!" Ellen shouted at him in sudden anger. "You have no right to talk about my family that way."

"I do if I'm going to marry their daughter, the nice daughter that is," he said abruptly, pulling his hand from her tensed fingers.

"That's enough! There's no reason to condemn her just because of some idle rumors we've heard."

"From what Phil says," Bob replied, "they're more than rumors."

"Oh! You're not being fair! Jennifer has always been someone I looked up to, and if she's having some problems I think we should try to understand them rather than condemn her this way."

Ellen reached across the long beach blanket and picked up the jeans and tee shirt she had worn to the beach party over her bathing suit. "I think I'm going to take a little walk," she said, trying to hold back the flood of tears that was beginning to build in her eyes. "I just can't stand hearing all this talk about Jennifer. She's my sister, and we've always stood up for each other… and it's not going to be any other way."

The girl quickly rose from the blanket and drew her striped tee shirt over her head, pulling the light clinging material across the large full orbs of her young breasts and lifting her jeans up over the smooth curves of her firmly rounded thighs. Bob looked up at her voluptuous figure standing in the moonlight. An off-shore breeze blew gently through her long blonde hair and sent light ripples through her shirt that softly accented the full curves of her sensuously budding young body.

"Dammit, I wish you'd understand that I'm not criticizing you or your sister," he said, springing up from the blanket. "I just wish you wouldn't get so involved in her problems."

"I need time to think, Bob, really I do," she said, turning to him for a moment. "I think I'll go up to the party and get a can of beer and sit by myself for awhile."

The angry young girl walked barefooted across the beach and approached the far side of the bonfire. She looked back for a moment as she reached for two cans of beer in the cooler buried in the sand. Bob was still sitting on the blanket, probably sulking because of their argument, but there was nothing she could do about that! She was hurt and angry at his calloused attitude towards Jennifer's problems. She moved from the group of young people and walked down the sand towards a promontory of rock that rose up above the sand dunes. She would drink the beer and maybe she'd feel a little better. But now she felt so empty and sad inside, and she began to sob softly, letting the tears stream down her cheeks as she walked through patches of long grass that grew along the edge of the beach. Did Bob know how much he was hurting her, and could he comprehend that love meant more than trying to feel a girl's breasts beneath her bathing suit? Did he know that part of a relationship meant helping the other person with their problems and, most of all, showing understanding towards those problems?

She stopped for a moment and looked back towards the bonfire. The loud music was only a soft murmur now, and it seemed to merge with the rush of waves exploding only a few yards away from her down the beach. Bob was probably enjoying himself now with some of the fellows, she thought angrily to herself. He got over these spats they had so easily and, well, she just didn't have his capacity to forget things as quickly. In this respect she was her father's daughter, and funny as it might have seemed, she was proud of it. Yet it had been her father's stubbornness in the face of the one tragic indiscretion her mother had made during their twenty-five years of marriage that had sent him into a rage that had ended in the break-up of their marriage. Ellen didn't know exactly what had happened between her parents, and she had justly believed that it would be foolish for her to pry. But, somehow, she felt Jennifer's recent behavior was a kind of defense the older girl had developed against the true facts of their parents' divorce.

Ellen lowered herself down onto the soft grass and popped open the top of the beer can she held in her hand. She was no psychologist and she couldn't even try to understand all of her sister's present difficulties. She would just sit here and drink her beer, and maybe this would make her feel a bit better. The beer that she had drunk earlier that evening had calmed her nerves somewhat, but the argument with Bob had made her feel edgy again. Things had been piling up so fast in the past few months she could hardly stand it. First it had been her parents' divorce, then it had been Jennifer's problems, and now Bob was pushing her to give him more than she felt she really could safely offer at this stage of their relationship.

Ellen inched down over the grass, setting her beer can in a mound of white sand. She scooped her hands through the smooth grains and let them sift through her fingers, feeling them pour soothingly over her small delicately arched ankle. Then she reached for the beer again and took a long, deep gulp. Might as well get herself good and relaxed, she thought with a girlish giggle, taking another sip and running the cold bottom of the can down across the suntanned skin of one of her long, perfectly formed legs. She drained the beer can and tossed it down on the beach, watching it land a few feet from the pounding surf. A light-headed tingle seemed to ease the tense anxious feeling that she had grown uncomfortably accustomed to during the past hour. She lifted herself gracefully from the sand and looked down to the line of white frothy water splashing several yards away from her. There was nothing she would like more at this moment than a quick dip in the ocean, and she walked down towards the surf, the last full can of beer and her sandals still clenched in her hands.

Ellen felt the sand grow cool beneath her feet as she crossed the high-tide line and approached the water. The bonfire at the beach party was only a small flicker now and the sound of the crashing waves blotted out the loud music coming from the portable phonograph. She didn't want to go too deep into the water since she was all alone. She had heard so many terrible stories of moonlight dips ending in horrible tragedy for solitary swimmers, but she would be careful, she thought, as she settled down on the damp sand and pulled her jeans off her legs. She let the foamy water surge over her legs and splash onto her smooth flat belly, and then decided it wouldn't be wise for her to swim alone. If there was any trouble, she laughed to herself, there would be no one but a bunch of half-loaded college kids to fish her out, and they would probably sink!

Ellen smiled to herself, noting her cheerful change of mood, and popped open the last can of beer. God! She was getting a little loaded herself, but she enjoyed the giddy feeling and reasoned happily that she deserved her own private little fling after all she had been through during the past few months. As she lay back feeling the cool sand cup firmly around her buttocks, she thought she heard a voice break through the roar of surf. She sat up, cocking her head to catch the direction the voice had come from. If someone was out in the ocean she would be helpless to save them. She had taken junior lifesaving in high school, but she would be completely incapable of pulling a struggling body from the undertow which had been particularly strong this evening.

Ellen stood up and methodically put on her jeans and sandals. She could hear the voice, no they were voices now, coming from a sand dune behind her. One voice was obviously a girl's, and the girl sounded as though she were being hurt! Low muffled groans resounded through the rush of foaming water, and Ellen moved up the beach a few paces towards where she thought the sound was coming from. Now she made out clearly a man's low voice accompanied by what sounded like protesting whimpers from the girl.

There was another moan but it was longer this time and had a quivering almost pleading tone to it. The groan was followed by a harsh laugh from the man, and then the hard slap of flesh, as though the girl were being beaten.

Ellen turned from behind the sand dune and started to move away down the beach towards the party. "If I can just get to the other kids before the poor girl is hurt," Ellen said to herself. As she moved quietly away from the sloping dune she heard the shrill female voice rise up more loudly and high-pitched. Then the embarrassing thought struck her that perhaps the girl wasn't being beaten or molested, in fact she might be enjoying what was being done to her. Before jumping to conclusions, she should at least glimpse what was happening. If there was some trouble, she could inform one of the boys at the bonfire about what was going on.

CHAPTER TWO

Ellen crouched down below the pile of gleaming white sand, then began inching up over the smoothly sloping mound. The sound of voices was clearer now, and the sharp groans from the girl seemed to be turning into squeals of pain that sent a shudder of fright through Ellen's stomach.

"Oh yes, that feels good, yeeessss, I like it like that!" the female voice echoed out clearly.

Then in a flash of startled recognition Ellen knew the pleading sounds that were obviously mixed with pleasure were coming from her own sister's mouth! Now, she was too close to move away, and no matter what was happening to Jennifer, and no matter how her sister might be fighting or enjoying whatever the man was doing to her, she must at least see what was going on to clear up the confused thoughts that raced through her brain.

The crouching young girl took a deep breath and worked her way slowly and silently up the long slope of sand. It seemed as though it took hours for her to move just a few feet, and she found the sand catching uncomfortably in the cuffs of her jeans and scraping against her calves and sandalled feet as she inched gradually to the top. Her whole body tensed as she reached the flat ridge of sand at the summit of the long slope.

The sand suddenly gave against the pressure of her body, and some of it sifted down towards the shadowy figures she could barely make out below. God, if they saw her now it would be all she would need! Her heart stopped and she dared not to breathe. They must have heard it, she thought fearfully; but no, the strange noises still came from below her without letup, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. She could discern sounds of heavy breathing and a rustle of clothing scraping against the sand, punctuated by animal-like grunts and moans of pleasure. Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark shadows below the hill, and now the light scud of clouds covering the moon opened up and exposed the half-naked figures of her sister and two males on a blanket only a few yards from Ellen.

There was no mistake about it! Jennifer's clearly outlined profile stood out in the moonlight as obvious as a photograph. Ellen paled again and sucked in her breath. This couldn't be happening to her sister it was far beyond her wildest imaginings! Jennifer sat with her legs splayed wide apart, the small bra of her bikini swim suit pulled off to expose the smoothly rounded firmness of her full, pink-nippled breasts. The two boys beside her sat stretched out with their bathing suits clinging to their feet and their fingers and hands fondling Jennifer's large breasts. It was impossible to believe, but Jennifer appeared to be enjoying it. To Ellen's complete shock and further disgust, her sister was holding the two boys' rigidly erect cocks in each of her hands and was stroking them in lewd rhythmic time to the sensuous movements of their fingers which fondled and pulled at the nipples of her breasts.

Ellen let out a low, exasperated sigh as she inched closer to the three figures sprawled out on the sand below her. She could make out the shape of Jennifer's features. God! She was really enjoying it, Ellen whispered unbelievingly to herself. Her sister's mouth contorted into a lewd smile, her tongue licking softly at her wetly parted lips. Her eyes were half-closed, her brow furrowed as if in deep concentration, and her thighs were making a salacious grinding movement that swished softly against the blanket below her smoothly curved buttocks.

Suddenly the boy sitting closest to Ellen turned and she immediately recognized him as Phil, Bob's brother. Ellen remembered Bob's comment earlier about Jennifer probably making out behind some sand dune with his brother, and she almost gasped when she realized how true Bob's sarcastic remarks really were. Yes, her sister really must be troubled to be doing this and loving it the way she was. She watched as Jennifer's hand clenched around the long expanding rod of Phil's cock, and she flinched as she heard a trio of groans rise up from the dim moonlight lit forms below. The two men's hands moved in sensuous arcs across Jennifer's breasts bringing out stronger moans from the voluptuous young girl who seemed as though she were about to break into swoons of ecstasy any minute.

Phil's head bent toward Jennifer's round full breast and his tongue slid out of his mouth and began licking at one of the pink erect nipples. His head seemed to move in tiny circles around it, and Ellen could hear wet sucking sounds and further mewls of pleasure spilling from her sister's lips. Jennifer's stomach arched up and wriggled obscenely as though to lift her breasts closer to the tantalizing fingers and warmly moist lips pulling and sucking at the pink tipped buds of her breasts. Yes, Ellen thought, there was no doubt about it, Jennifer was definitely enjoying this, and she acted as though she had done this with other men many times before. The younger sister clenched her hands in the sand as tears of rage and confusion welled up and flooded her eyes. Now there was nothing she could do but watch and remember this moment which was already etched indelibly into her mind like a painful scar she couldn't get rid of.

Down below the watching girl, Phil moved his hand over the erect little nipples of Jennifer's breast, while the other man, who seemed a few years older, caressed the rounded plane of her nakedly exposed belly, and thrust his fingers in a smooth motion beneath the girl's bikini panties. Jennifer began stroking the two men's hardnesses more rapidly now, and Ellen could see the long thick shaft of Phil's large fleshy penis burgeon out with each successive jerk. Ellen was only a few scant yards away, and her impulse was to run from the horrifying scene; but she realized mat one false movement could send down another slide of sand and call attention to herself.

And so she watched in horrified fascination as her sister's fingers skinned the thick foreskin of Phil's uncircumcised cock rapidly up and down the full length of it, the huge bulbous head bursting evilly into view like a giant monster crawling from a secret lair with each downward stroke of her hand. Ellen was close enough to see Jennifer's contorted face let out a deep groan as Phil's hand moved down and joined the other man's finger beneath her thin bikini panties. The older sister began hard spasmodic jerks on the two sperm-inflated cocks as Phil slid the panties down her hotly writhing thighs, exposing a glistening mound of thin curling pubic hair just inches away from his huge impatiently pulsating penis. The moonlight shone brightly down on the strange orgiastic scene and cast a lewd glare over the boy's long white shaft that was closest to Ellen's vision. She was near enough to see the head was covered with a white sticky-looking fluid that must have been the lubrication men secreted from their organs when they became excited. Both penises looked monstrously large to Ellen as she had never seen one before, and she wondered how it would be possible to have something like that inside of her. It looked like it would be terribly painful, almost impossible to take.

Ellen knelt down closer to the edge of the sand dune. Phil had looked up and must have seen something from the way he had turned away from Jennifer for a moment. Oh God, he would never forgive her for spying on them, but she just had to find out what was going on.

Ellen suppressed a moan of relief as Phil turned back again. Her sister was now completely naked, her long legs stretched out obscenely wide while the other boy ran his fingers and hands up and down over her stomach to the moist fleshy lips of her nakedly glistening cunt. Ellen leaned forward a little to see what the next step in the lewd spectacle being played out before her would be. As she pushed aside some of the sand that obscured her vision she felt her heart begin to pound thunderously in her chest. It beat so hard she thought the three naked figures down below her might hear it as though an alarm had been sounded!

But it was clear that they were so engrossed in what they were doing that a sand storm could have blown up and they would have remained undisturbed! Phil stood over the two embracing figures and began making long smooth strokes on his fleshy instrument that stiffened into greater hardness. He signaled to the older man who paused in his lewd task and removed his massaging index finger from Jennifer's up-thrust young cunt before pulling away from the girl. It appeared as though the two young men had made some kind of an arrangement before they had begun their dual seduction, and it had been agreed that Phil would be the first one to fuck the obviously aroused young girl. Ellen watched in horrified amazement as Phil leaned down over Jennifer's white supple nakedness in the sand below him. The youth slowly lowered himself to the ground and crawled up over her lewdly squirming body, and Ellen could see her widespread thighs stretch wider apart to accent the entrance of the huge blood-engorged cock inside the lips of her moistly glistening vagina. Phil's muscular buttocks squirmed for a moment as they thrust down toward the soft juncture up between Ellen's sister's legs. His hands reached down beneath the firm white moons of her buttocks, and pulled them up toward the blood-filled head of his cock as it slowly pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt.

"Ooooh, God," she heard her sister moan, "Ram it up to my tits!"

Ellen felt the blood draining from her head and fought to retain her balance and keep from falling down the sloping edge of the sandy precipice. Her head whirled. She began to feel faint and weak, and she tried to blot out the unbelievable obscene act going on before her eyes. There on the sand below her, lewdly displayed so anyone who came along could see, was her own sister pleading for Bob's brother to do vile things to her, while at the same time an older man kneeled next to them stroking his monstrously hardened cock above their thrashing bodies.

"Hurry up, Phil, damn it. Leave some of that hot little pussy for me will you?" she heard the man growl in eagerness and lewd impatience.

Ellen wanted to lunge down the hill and rip the bodies apart. She felt her muscles tense and me cords of her neck strain out as though she were being drawn involuntarily towards an act which would only make things irrevocably worse. She tried to erase the incomprehensible violation of her own sister's body from her eyes by shielding her vision with her hand, but then she heard the low mewling groans of pleasure rise up with greater intensity, and for some strange reason Ellen felt she had to look. She stared in detached revulsion at Jennifer's long slim legs rising up above Phil's grinding thighs and watched as her sister pressed the sides of her ankles like strong fists into Phil's driving buttocks, sending his groin plunging towards her wide stretched young pussy, the thick, wetly glistening cock disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal that he made into her.

Ellen could see her sister's thighs buckle upwards again as though Phil's hardened flesh thrust half-way inside of her eagerly clasping femaledom just wasn't enough. Then the youth inched his hands farther under the smooth curve of Jennifer's hungrily trembling ass-cheeks and squeezed her white undulating moons with a savage strength. The wantonly writhing girl began a rhythmic squirming movement in an attempt to capture the entire length of his sperm-filled shaft inside the hot pulsating passage of her cunt. Ellen strained her eyes and could see the moistly clasping lips of her sister's hungrily flowering pussy sucking tightly around me hard rubbery head of his fleshy instrument. Ellen's eyes gaped open in stunned disbelief as it skewered deeply in, then came pulsing downward on the outstroke and grazed its long white ridge against the softly curling pubic hairs that gripped teasingly at the semen-bloated fullness of the underside of his cock.

Now Jennifer was churning her eagerly writhing buttocks and glistening white thighs more rapidly. Rippling mewls of pleasure spilled from her wide open mouth and accompanied the lewd slap of naked flesh on flesh and soft scrape of sand beneath the obscenely pounding bodies. Ellen lay crouched on the sand, numbed with shock, and watched hypnotized as the sperm swollen sack of her fiance's brother's balls slapped against the flat plane just beneath her sister's nakedly exposed buttocks, the girl's legs curling and uncurling in animal-like desperation around the sinewy muscles of Phil's lower back.

"Oooooooh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now," Jennifer moaned up into his open mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding.

Ellen held her breath again for what seemed like the thousandth time since she had climbed up the sand dune a few moments before. Both Jennifer and Phil were breathing heavily, and Ellen noticed streams of perspiration trailing down their nakedly young bellies as the incessant smack of their sweat-moistened flesh built into an insane crescendo of lust that would lead inevitably to orgasm. Ellen could see one of his hands clench and unclench around her sister's rounded white ass cheeks as he pumped and hollowed his buttocks into her groin and moved his other hand up to her breasts to begin squeezing the passion inflamed nipples in a final gesture of frenzied lust.

Then suddenly Ellen heard a long gurgling noise come from beneath the nakedly fucking boy, the sound erupting deep, deep within Jennifer's throat as though she had no control over it. The girl's buttocks jerked uncontrollably up towards Phil several times, the lips of her tightly clasping cunt working and sucking at his cock as though trying to milk him dry. At the same time the boy groaned above her and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep, his thick fleshy rod beginning to throb its milky white sperm deep down into her gratefully accepting belly. Ellen gasped as she saw Jennifer's head thrash from side to side under the final ravishing strokes. At the base of her glistening crotch Ellen could see clearly a tiny white stream of their intermingled cum trickle down over her naked thigh and dissolve lewdly into the sand below. One last throbbing jerk sent the couple into a subsiding spasm, and then they lay still, her sister's legs splayed obscenely out at the boy's sides.

The older man now stood over the immobile, but heavily breathing couple, rubbing the lust-incited shaft of his long hard penis into a fiery poker of flesh that he held as though he were brandishing a lance. Ellen knew all too well what was coming next and she began to move away, too horrified to watch, but too fascinated by the obscene spectacle to avert her head completely. Phil looked up smilingly at the standing figure of his friend and pulled his half-deflated cock with a loud wet sucking noise from Jennifer's moistly glistening vagina.

The last thing Ellen saw as she slid down the sand dune was the figure of the other male shrouded in spooky moonlight plunging his rock-hard cock deep down into her older sister's already sperm-flooded vagina.

She stood up at the base of the hill, brushing off her jeans and tee shirt, then began stumbling blindly up the beach. Tears of abject hurt and humiliation rolled silently down her cheeks, stinging against her skin that was sensitive from all the crying she had been doing that night. She trudged up the sloping sand and into the tall grass that bordered a gravel road with no sense of destination in mind. One thing was sure, and that was that she couldn't go back to the beach party in this state of mind. She needed time to think, and she might as well walk the five miles back to her house to save herself the tortuous explanations she would have to give Bob about how she had gotten into her condition. Bob could think what he liked, for all she cared. What she had seen a moment ago was enough to make up for all the tidbits of gossip Bob had told her about her sister, and Ellen had no intention of confirming his suspicions and letting him gloat about it for the next few months.

Yes, she would keep on walking, the exercise would do her some good and would help clear her head after all she had been through this evening. As she moved up onto the road she thought she heard one last moan of gurgling passion coming from below the sand dunes on the beach. They were probably still at it, she thought, and she felt the shock return as the obscenely lewd image of her sister's widespread, upraised thighs and Phil's nakedly pounding buttocks between them flickered momentarily through her mind. She had trusted and admired her sister for so many years and now her idol of strength and womanly virtue had turned to a soiled and tattered rag doll that would submit to any man that was immediately available! Well, it was Jennifer's life and Ellen certainly was not going to live it for her. She knew that she could not bear to live in the same house any more with her sister and her mother, who had grown increasingly remote and morose since the divorce. Yet she knew of no place she could run to and no one she could turn to at this dreadful moment. After she had seen Bob's brother, Phil, taking turns with another man gang banging her own sister, she was certain that she could never face her fiance again. There was an element in Bob that reminded her in a strange way of his brother, and Bob's own lusty demands on her this evening really bore this out.

She thought she just might move in with her father who had an apartment on the other side of the Florida Peninsula in St. Petersburg. But living with him would only create additional problems within the already disrupted family. Ellen had always been a bone of contention in the family anyway, as she had been her father's favorite and he had pampered her somewhat. He had acted rather indifferently toward Jennifer during the weeks that preceded her parents' separation, and Jennifer had sided with their mother, making matters worse, as her father had become quite emotionally demanding on Ellen and had flaunted his feelings as though he wanted to make the rest of the household jealous. It had been during this period that her sister began running around with that wild college crowd and had been introduced to marijuana. Jennifer had been a senior, and at that time Ellen was an entering freshman at the same Florida community college. They had commuted each day in Jennifer's car, and the two pretty young sisters had gotten into some deep conversations on their way to school about what life would be like after the divorce. There were moments when Ellen had almost felt that her sister wanted to confide in her about something that had occurred before their parents' final breakup, but the older girl had held back, as though she were afraid to hurt Ellen's feelings towards her parents.

But now all that was finished. The closeness she had once felt to Jennifer could never exist between them again after what she had just seen down on the beach. Yes, her own sister was nothing but a cheap little whore and probably always had been one, and Ellen had been gullible and loyal enough not to believe the pointed hints and insinuations that Bob had constantly been making about her.

But she wasn't thinking clearly. She had to find a way to leave her mother and sister without resorting to moving in with her father. What she would have to do was take a job where she could save up enough money to return to college in another part of the country. She had about five hundred dollars in her bank account from summer jobs she had worked at during high school and that would be enough to get her settled some place else. New York would certainly be far enough away from her parents and her sister so that she could begin to have a life of her own. She knew that her father would want to help her out, but she just couldn't permit that if she wanted to be independent and prove that she could support herself without parental assistance. Yes, this would resolve so many things. It just might be possible to get a modeling job in New York, but if this didn't work out, her secretarial skills would be helpful in getting work almost immediately.

She was so lost in her thoughts that it happened before she knew it!

"Well, hello there, honey," a low voice suddenly broke through the darkness.

CHAPTER THREE

Ellen stopped in her tracks and jerked around looking to see where the voice was coming from. She heard some rustling in the grass beside the road and made out two dimly silhouetted forms below the culvert.

"What you doing way out here in nowhere, baby?" the voice echoed out across the road.

Ellen quickened her pace, turning away from the two men. She saw lights coming from a beach house up the road but it was quite a distance away from her, and she didn't know if she could make it before the man's comments turned into something more serious. They were probably two drunken college students from the beach party, but she wasn't going to take any chances. She had heard some frightening stories of rapes and murders along these lonely country roads, and she didn't intend to become another unfortunate victim.

She heard a light scurry of feet a few yards from the ditch beside her. It was then that she saw the face of one of the men coming out of the dark shadows of the tall grass. The men measured their pace just behind hers as though they had plenty of time to follow her. Ellen knew that if she began to run from the two men this would be the final stroke, so she slowed down, almost imperceptibly, yet kept herself ready for that burst of energy and strength she would have to put out once they began advancing more rapidly.

"I'll tell you what I think, Billy. I think she's playin' a little game with us," another unfamiliar voice remarked in a sinister tone. "She's playing the stuck-up little bitch, don't you think?"

"Just give her some time, Cash. All that walking her little ass is doing should warm her up."

"Yeah, and them watermelons of hers sure look juicy," the man named Billy replied, an obscene vicious tone evident in his voice. "I'd sure like to get my mouth around those tits."

Ellen involuntarily moved faster as she heard the men's feet scuffling up onto the shoulder of the gravel road. They were walking directly behind her now, but she didn't dare look back. Suddenly she knew she was really afraid, and she became sure that the two men were not part of the group at the beach party. None of the boys, no matter how lewd their intentions, would have spoken to a girl like that. She found herself moving at a half-run now, and she measured the distance to the tiny lights of the shack ahead of her. If she could only get within shouting distance of the beach house she just might have a chance.