Robert Jenkins - Tied up and teased

Ellen opened her eyes and yawned. She realized where she was, and what she had been doing, all at once. With delight, she reached out and touched Ricky's cock. The cock was hard and erect once again.

Ellen had an idea. She bent over and opened her mouth. Gently she began to suck on Ricky's cock. She wanted him to awake and find his cock in her mouth.

Ricky began to stir. He tossed his head back and forth a few times, then he felt the moist sucking pressure on his cock. For a second, he didn't know where he was, then he remembered that he was on the beach. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed hold of Ellen's head. She refused to release his cock. Instead, she started to suck more enthusiastically, trying to make him cum as fast as she could.

Ellen was a fast learner, and it hadn't taken her any time at all to get the hang of cocksucking. She bobbed her head up and down on the shaft of his cock. At the same time, she kept up her frantic licking with her tongue. Her cheeks were compressed with the effort required to keep the suction at a high level.

Ricky couldn't help but respond to the furious sucking of the horny little bitch. He heaved his hips up and clenched his fists. Before he knew it, his cum was spurting out of his well-sucked cock, filling the mouth of the girl.

Ellen swallowed eagerly. She found that she liked the taste of cum more and more. Every time she had a mouthful, it made her hungry for more. The salty-starchy flavor was delicious to her, and she eagerly gulped down every mouthful as though it were an offering to her.

Even after the flow of sperm ceased, Ellen held the cock in her mouth and sucked, trying to drain out every last bit of the juice.

Ricky groaned in pleasure. The feeling had been so good he had thought he would faint. He watched the girl's head as she eagerly lapped and sucked at him, eating his cock with a healthy abandon.

Ellen opened her eyes and looked at the sky. With alarm, she noted that the sun was beginning to glimmer through the clouds on the horizon. She jumped up in panic.

"Ricky!" she yelled.

"What is it?" he answered, a bit puzzled.

"It's starting to get light out!" she squealed.

"So what?" Ricky shrugged.

"Don't you know what that means? If I don't come home tonight, my father will kill me. He might not let me see you again for a long time. C'mon, we got to get out of here fast!"

Ricky reluctantly rose to her feet and followed Ellen to his car. She ran to the car and opened the door, and hurriedly began to put her clothes on. They were scattered all over the car. She wrenched on her flimsy shirt, and then her leather skirt, twisting her thighs as she wriggled into the garment.

Ricky watched the girl get dressed. Every time he looked at her he had to marvel at how beautiful she was. He licked his lips, knowing that he could have her any time he wanted from now on. He was still flooded with the memory of his fuck on the beach. The girl was horny all right.

Ellen was impatient. She didn't want to get Ricky mad, but she knew that she had to get home as fast as she could. She had never stayed out the whole night before, and she didn't want her father to have a fit. Her father was a mean man, and he didn't like the idea of his daughter tramping around. Ellen shuddered to think of what he would say to Ricky, if he had any notion whatsoever of what they had done on the beach.

Ricky lazily pulled on his jeans, then slid into the front seat of the car. He pulled the key out of his pocket, and twisted it in the ignition. The car growled a little, but it didn't start.

Ricky was disgusted. He got out of the car and slammed open the hood to see if there was a wire loose or something. He really didn't know too much about cars, and after he had puzzled over it a bit, he closed the hood in disgust.

He got back into the driver's seat and tried key again. This time there was nothing.

Ellen sat next to Ricky, the thin material blouse barely concealing her full breasts, were heaving with impatience.

"C'mon, Ricky, I gotta get home. My father's gonna kill me if we don't make it back before it gets light out," she pouted.

"There's nothing I can do. The Goddamn car won't start. I think the battery must be dead or something. I don't know what the fuck we can do. If you want to try it, we can hitchhike back or something. I think I'll have to get it towed or something like that," he spat out in disgust.

Ellen was a little nervous about having to hitch home. She was dressed in a really skimpy little outfit, and she knew that men often gave her lewd glances when she was dressed like this. But she knew that Ricky was with her, so she felt a little safer.

"Are you sure it's okay to hitch?" she asked.

"Sure, I'm not worried," he said proudly. He was sure that he could take care of himself all right.

He and Ellen started off down the road, leaving the car locked near the beach. Ricky was dressed in his jeans, but Ellen was almost indecently exposed in her short skirt. She had no panties on, and she had to hold her skirt down to conceal her bushy little twat.

Ricky grinned and put his hand underneath her skirt, feeling the crack of her ass with his index finger. He wiggled it around, allowing it to almost penetrate her tight asshole.

"Ricky, stop!" she squealed, backing off.

"Aw, don't worry, who's gonna see?" he retorted, smiling.

They were indeed alone on the long stretch of highway. Nobody would be out so early in the morning. She and Ricky were the only ones on the road.

Just then a car appeared in the distance. As it rumbled closer, Ricky could see that it was a late-model Jeep, but one that had been pretty banged up. He figured that it must be a bunch of fishermen, coming back from a night of surfcasting.

Ricky stood in the middle of the road and waved his arms. The Jeep kept coming, as if the driver didn't see the hitchhiker standing in the middle of the road.

Ricky dove to the side of the road as the Jeep went past them, but then the driver caught sight of Ellen, with her skirt blowing up around her creamy thighs. The car screeched to a halt, and a man jumped out.

The man was about six feet tall, and he wavered as if he were drunk. He was holding a can of beer in his hand. He was wearing a red flannel shirt, and a pair of shorts.

Ricky ran over to him.

"We're stuck, mister. My car broke down. Could you give us a lift to…" he began to explain.

The tall man swung his fist and gave Ricky a punch to the jaw. Ricky sprawled onto the side of the road. The stunned youth twitched and shuddered, knocked out cold by the unexpected blow.

Ellen began to scream, but the man grabbed her around the waist and put another hand around her neck.

"Shut up, bitch, or I'll break your back," he snarled.

Ellen kicked with her legs, but the man only laughed, moving his hands down the front of her shirt and squeezing her huge tits painfully. He pushed his hand lower, reaching for her cunt. Ellen tried to squirm out of the way, but the man only increased his stranglehold on her neck. When his hand made contact with her cunt, he started to laugh.

"Ha! This little tramp made it easy! She ain't got on no panties!" he yelled. Hearing this important bit of information, another man jumped out of the Jeep.

The second man was even larger than the first, and he was completely naked. He was drunker than a pig. Ellen squealed in panic, but there was nothing she could do to get away.

"A right fine little spring chicken," said the man, giving her tit a terrible pinch. "I think we oughta take her home and give her a little plucking."

Ellen started to cry. The men looked at her in a lewd manner, and began to talk in the filthiest language she had ever heard. They discussed what they were going to do with her tits, cunt and mouth, as if she were a whore. Ellen shuddered. They were both drunk, and they seemed half-crazy. She peered into the Jeep to see if there were any more of them, but she was sorry that she did. The Jeep was full of guns, dirty clothes and sacks. She realized that these men were really dangerous.