Beach girl in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

"How'd you like to stick somethin' hot and hard into that wet little cunt?"

The words rang out like a shot in the still summer air. Camey Williams flushed red, sitting up from her beach blanket and glaring at the weightlifter who'd just spoken. No one had ever talked to her like that, used such foul language about her! And yet the petite teenaged blonde knew she'd asked for it. Her mother had warned her about that string bikini and the kind of men who'd be watching her.

"You're a young woman, Camey, you've got to realize it," her mother had said as Camey was walking from the house with the blanket under one arm. "You just can't dress like that."

The words fell on deaf ears. Camey was proud of her firm, high-riding tits and her boyish, narrow thighs. Sometimes after a hot shower the young teen would stand naked in the middle of the bathroom and stare into the steam-fogged mirror. How strange it had been to watch her own body change so rapidly, developed so completely into that of a young woman! Her flesh had become smoother, while her nipples had turned a darker red. And how odd it had been to see that tender, sensitive spot between her legs gradually become covered with soft curly down. At times she put her finger there, touching the tiny bead of her clit. A small shock would usually cut through her loins, making her suck in a shuddery breath. But she felt it was wrong to do something like that and she would beg God for forgiveness.

And yet later she would find herself standing in the bathroom once more, her young body aroused, tingling with life and sexuality. And once again she'd move her hand down to that warm soft little mound, pressing her shaking hand against it, drinking in that funny feeling while the room swam around her.

"Yet, man, she'd probably cry when I stuck my cock in she's so fuckin' hot."

That was it! Camey shot an angry glance at the two men wearing only brief bathing suits, and started gathering up her books and beach materials. She'd been sunning herself near the weightlifting pen on Venice Beach, watching some of the men flexing their muscles and pumping iron.

Watching their arm and leg muscles tense and bulge as they pulled the barbells high above their broad shoulders made Camey feel that hot, tight, itchy feeling tingle through her body again.

The tallest weightlifter with the jet-black hair especially excited her. She tried not to stare. But when he riveted his dark-blue eyes on her as he pumped three hundred pounds Camey felt her body turn to butter. It was a game, she thought as she licked her lips and fell back across her blanket. She let her legs go apart just enough so the tiny bikini was tight against her cunt. She was sure that from where the weightlifter was he could see the soft curve of her virginal cuntal mound. She felt so hot and moist down there. It was almost as if that tiny sex spindle she'd jerked and pushed only the night before was actually glowing.

Camey hadn't realized teasing a man like this would work her up. But she was excited! Something like this had never happened to her before. But then she'd never posed almost nude in front of a man, almost exposing her pussy to him in public!

A thrill shot through her body. There was no mistaking the sensitivity of her tits, the way her nipples glowed when the little patches of her bikini top rubbed against them. Camey felt a little breathless and tired. She stretched out on her back across the blanket, biting her pouty bottom lip. And then came those terrible, biting words!

"Hey, where you goin' hot stuff?" the first man asked.

Camey was standing up, brushing sand off her well-developed legs. Ignore him, she told herself, gathering the blanket and two books up under her arm. She'd turned toward the pen to flash another disapproving look when Camey realized the first athlete was walking in her direction.

"Oh!" the teen exclaimed under her breath, glancing from side to side. Thank God there were people around. Most of them had ignored their mini drama unfolding in front of them, absently flipping through magazines or soaking up the brilliant Southern California sun. In the background Camey heard the clinking of weights being dropped on the lifting pit floor.

"Hey, baby, come on," the big man said in a husky voice, standing only a foot away from her.

Camey tilted her head back and stared into those dark-blue eyes. They seemed to cut right through her defenses, burn through her skull and sear her very soul! Camey felt her knees turn to rubber and stepped back to regain her balance.

"I got a place down the Walk. Ain't nobody there now. We could have a good time," he said, moving one hand out and smoothing his callused fingers up and down her arm.

Camey felt her body explode with excitement! She was breathing rapidly, her chest and throat tightening while her mouth went as dry as cotton. She knew she should tell him to get away from her. Camey knew she should call out for help, maybe even hit him and run for the police. But all she could do was stare silently up into those cutting blue eyes and feel her defenses evaporating under her own budding sexuality.

"I can't," Camey finally managed to mutter, dropping her eyes to the sand and feeling shame and guilt wash over her like a tidal wave.

"Sure you can," he said, glancing over his shoulder and winking at his blond buddy who stood leaning against a wire fence watching them. Camey was so engrossed in her own drama she didn't notice.

"No, I have to get home," she retorted. But Camey's own body was betraying her. Electric shocks were racing through her loins, radiating up to her tits and back down to her cunt. The blonde teen kept moving back, sucking in air to feed her swaying body. The friction of her cunt lips over the swollen nub of her clit became excruciating. Could she actually go home with this total stranger? Could she commit an act she'd wanted to commit for so long but managed to avoid? Could she go against all these years of parental training?

"Man, when I get through with you you won't wanna go nowhere 'cept with me."

Camey reached back with one hand, steadying herself by holding on to the low wire fence behind her. People were staring at her, some of the men smiling. A new flush of shame gave her the courage to speak.

"Leave me alone," she said in a whisper. How unconvincing the order sounded. She was cringing under the hot sexy glare of the big man. And when he touched her the girl felt her flesh crawling and tingling with unspeakable sexual excitement.

"You want it bad, baby, real bad," he said, his lips curling into a smile beneath his untrimmed black mustache.

What was "it"? In a flash she knew and blushed an even deeper red. She should run. But something held Camey riveted to the spot.

"Hey, Brad, you gonna press some more?" the thickly built blond shouted.

The sound of that voice was like a lance piercing her body. Camey turned once again to go but Brad held tightly to her wrist, pressing his fingers down hard until they nearly bruised her flesh. "Come on," he ordered.

Camey closed her eyes. Her heart stopped, then started again. She clenched and unclenched her fingers. She felt numb, helpless. Camey had to keep her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to see his face so close. The girl felt she was going to do it, actually go home with this man! She was going to do what she'd secretly wanted to do with all those boys who'd gone out with her and tried to get into her panties. Oh, how she wanted them to fight back, to hold her down, pin back her arms and force her to submit. But they all said they respected her too much, were afraid to go further if she said no.

"I… don't understand," she stammered.

"You understand, baby, understand a hell of a lot," Brad said, his eyes narrowing.

Camey felt a rush of excitement. She hugged her blanket tightly to her tits, licking her lower lip. She was as shameless as some of the girls she called sluts in her class. Well, at least no one would know what she had done.

"Come on," he said again, taking her by the arm and escorting her from the weightlifting area.

Camey didn't see anything clearly for the next several minutes. Her feet were moving. People stared, someone laughed behind her as she moved north on the Walk. But all she could feel was Brad's strong fingers pressing down on her upper arm and his chest occasionally brushing her bare back. At times she wanted to stop, wanted to tear away from the handsome young man shoving her down the boardwalk and run for home. But something powerful had taken hold of both her body and mind.

What am I doing? Oh, God, what would my mother say?

These and other similar thoughts rushed through her head as the two of them threaded their way through the thickening Saturday afternoon beach crowd. A light breeze blew Camey's hair back as they turned a corner and started up a long narrow stairway.

"Inside."

Camey stepped into the second-floor garage apartment. There was the odor of stale beer and smoke hanging like a perfume in the air, mixed with a heavy musty smell. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, draped over the chairs and on what appeared to be a mattress on the far side of the room.

"Ain't much," Brad said, closing the door and snapping the bolt shut.

Camey jumped at the sound, wheeling wound and staring wide-eyed at the big man. What was she doing in this strange place? How had she managed to muster the courage to be with him alone, to do what she was doing to do? Her friends had always called her daring and unorthodox. Her mother had always said she had a curiosity that would get her in trouble some day. Well, it appeared as if they were all right.

"I… I've never done this sort of thing before," Camey stammered, holding her blanket tightly to her tits. She felt suddenly vulnerable, small in front of this large weightlifter whose bulky frame seemed to fill the room.

"Then you need lessons, and I'm the one to give 'em to you," Brad said, tossing the room key on an end table.

He walked up to her, passing one hand over her shoulders and down her slim arms. Camey shuddered, dropping her beach towel and books to the floor. Everything in the tiny room seemed to sway back and forth. She could hear her blood pounding in her ears.

Then he was making her stand up, bringing her against him. She opened her eyes at last and tilted her chin up.

"Man, I been watchin' you for the last couple of days. Thought this'd never happen, baby," he breathed into her ear.

Camey thought her heart was going to rip through her ribcage. She felt his breath against her face, then closed her eyes as his tongue speared her lips and shoved deep into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she groaned. Frenched! Only twice had she done this with boys, and both times it had made her cum. Of course she never let them know she'd reached climax without them even touching her cunt.

The girl groaned and circled her arms around his back. Feeling bold, Camey made soft fucking movements with her thighs while wiggling her tongue back and forth. It was incredible! Oh, how hot she was getting, hot wet and tight her little virgin cunt was feeling! She slid her hips back and forth, feeling the hot bulge of Brad's cock pressing against the thin material of his bathing suit. It shoved against her belly and she struggled against him. He was so tall, so big, so muscular! And Camey was more than just a little afraid about what was going to happen. But the young woman was excited past anything called sanity now. She threw caution and fears to the winds. The newness and danger of this situation intrigued her, cleared her mind of everything to her.

"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't piss," he whispered, pulling away from her and holding her head gently in his hands.

Camey was panting. She felt weak. Brad's hands moved down her body, tracing every curve, stopping finally at the tie of her bikini bottom. She felt him fumbling, then felt the tie come loose. Camey gasped as she felt the damp nylon pull away from her soaked cunt lips. Oh, how shameless this was! "Don't, don't," she cried weakly, resting her head on his broad chest. His flesh was so hot, so damp. She could hear his heart pounding as rapidly as hers! The thought that Brad was as excited as she made Camey fight for breath.

"Oh, baby, you want this bad, don'tcha?"

Gently the big man peeled the bikini bottom away from her pussy. Camey shuddered as the soft material of her suit brushed over her cuntal mound. Every nerve ending was alive, standing on end, sputtering with energy. The young girl moved slightly, sucking in a deep breath when she felt her cunt lips move against one another and over her clit.

"Wanna get fucked bad?" he said in a mocking voice.

"Ohhh, I… don't know, I… don't know," Camey said.

"I love your pussy," he said, moving her back, then lowering her onto the mattress. The bottom of her bikini dangled from his fingers. As she lay spread-eagled Brad stared at her. Camey blushed, wanting to cover herself with both hands and yet not daring. Something inside her was telling her to be sexy, to move her slim hips back and forth, up and down in a fucking motion. When she did Brad's eyes lit up.

The young man rubbed one hand over his bulging crotch. Camey lowered her eyes, studying the tubular bulge pressing hard against the damp material. She'd seen pictures of erections in sex education books. Once or twice some of her dates had forced her hands over their dicks. Then the young blonde had slapped their faces, threatening to scream for the police if they did that again. But now she was anxious to see his dick, even touch it! How quickly the girl had changed!

"Nice cunt, nice pussy," he murmured, bending down and touching one finger to her outer pussy lips.

Camey sucked in air, pulling her ass back, and shaking.

"It's so soft…" Brad was lowering his head, kissing her belly now.

"Ohhhhh, God!"

"You wanna fuck real bad, don'tcha?" he asked again, studying her as she squirmed uncomfortably on the lumpy, dirty mattress.

Camey couldn't answer that kind of filthy question. She rolled her head from side to side, feeling her cuntal muscles cramp, relax, then cramp again.

"Come on, just say it," Brad laughed, kissing her forehead while rubbing his thumbs on either side of ter bloated cunt lips.

He licked one of her nipples until she felt the tiny dark-pink nub almost tear through the thin material of her halter. Camey arched her back, pressing up against that wonderful sensation. "Yes, yes, I want to… fuck!"

The word made her shiver. She'd never said anything like that, although at times Camey wanted to. What would those nice boys have done if she'd admitted to them just how hot she was? Word, she knew, would spread like wildfire around the school. Her parents would find out about it and send her away. No, she had to protect herself, her family's reputation. But here, alone with this stranger, Camey could explore all those hidden desires that had been flaring up inside her more and more frequently lately without worrying about being discovered.

Reaching down, Brad untied the halter, sliding it out from under her shoulder blades. Now she was completely naked, exposed to this man.

"Mmmmmmmm," Brad groaned, dropping his head down again and sucking that nipple hard.

Camey glanced down and watched as he twisted his head from side to side. His eyes were closed while he kept making that moaning sound, moving his thick-muscled thighs from side to side over the mattress. Oh, how his flicking tongue raked her nipple! Sharp cutting jolts of pleasure knifed through her clit.

When Camey started twisting more actively on the mattress, digging in with her heels and hunching up against the young man, Brad pulled away. He rolled back, squatting in front of her, scratching his groin.

"You undress me, baby."

He stood up, spreading his legs apart yet keeping them close enough together so she could easily slide his bathing suit down over his knees.

With trembling fingers she hooked her thumbs around the top of the suit and pulled down. The swell of hot cockmeat inside bulged out as she inched the suit down over his hips. Camey could hardly breathe. She'd never done anything that had excited her like this before! And that swollen dick inside looked much bigger than anything she'd ever seen in the sex-education books. Could a man have so much prick? It looked as if his cock must weigh pounds! Holding her breath the young blonde lowered the garment slowly.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

Camey jerked back a little with that cry when his huge cock bobbed up and out. It was so fat, so long, at least ten inches of throbbing dickmeat! And he was going to stick that thing in her? No, no! It was so thick across the head. That head or tip or whatever it was was bluish purple, with a texture like silk.

As she watched, the cock throbbed and grew even fatter. Camey nearly fainted with fear and excitement. Her loss of innocence was at hand, and the thought excited the hell out of her!