BAY WATCHERS - Part Two (Honey and Lynda) - A beach story based on a popular TV show - by Ginny

Honey Gallant stepped off of the Interstate Bus that had brought her up from San Diego and shaded her eyes with her hand. The 5'2" honey blonde squinted in the brilliant afternoon sun as she fumbled in her bag for her sunglasses. She slipped them on her cute oval face and, picking up her bag, marched confidently out of the bus terminal. She was excited by thoughts of the grand adventures that awaited her in sunny, Southern California. Her cousin, Lynda Virtue, had just graduated from high school in Colorado and as a graduation present, her parents had arranged for the cousins to spend two weeks at the beach house of friends.

Inside the terminal, Honey met Lynda who had driven in that same morning from Colorado. Lynda helped Honey put her bags in the car and they drove through the downtown area toward the beach resort. The rental cottage was located in a small beach town about 30 miles from San Diego and it was already dark when they arrived. The drive had passed quickly as the two girls caught up on their lives since they'd last seen each another.

Honey had just finished her freshman year at a small, bible college in Nebraska and, although she wasn't religious, she'd put up with the strict atmosphere because of the school's reputation for excellence. Lynda's ultra-liberal upbringing had been the opposite of Honey's. As different, in fact, as their mothers, who were sisters. Honey's mother had been the prim and proper sister while Lynda's mother had been as wild as they came.

The sisters differences showed in the way their daughters were raised. Lynda attended public schools in Denver and had seen both the good and bad of an urban education. Honey, on the other hand, was sent off to a private girl's school that sheltered its students from the harsh realities of "real life." The bus trip from Nebraska to San Diego had been an eye-opening and somewhat daunting experience for the girl.

She told Lynda with wide-eyed wonder about the alcoholics, pimps, hookers and drug addicts she'd seen on the 18 hour journey. Her platinum blonde cousin had laughed at her naiveté, advising her to learn the ways of the world quickly if she hoped to survive. They spent the evening laughing, talking about guys and revealing their most intimate secrets to each other.

The next day, after unpacking and taking a morning swim in the cove, they drove into town to buy the food they'd need for the week. Although both girl's parents were comfortable, neither family was wealthy and they hadn't been able to give the two girls an unlimited budget for the trip. Lynda suggested they might find work in town so they could extend their trip with the additional money they earned.

Before doing the food shopping, they checked in several stores but had no luck finding a job. "It's too late now," one manager told them, "You really should have asked several months ago." Their last stop was Jacki's Boutique. Since it was still early summer, the store had a good selection of bikini's. Lynda reminded Honey of their conversation the evening before, when Lynda had made fun of her one-piece suit. Honey had defended the suit as being, "normal in Nebraska" but Lynda convinced her that if she wanted to meet any normal guys in California she'd need a suit like the rest of the girls. When Lynda showed her the mini-bikini she'd brought, Honey's eyes almost popped out of her head.

Lynda rummaged through the suits at Jacki's and realized that some of them may be conservative enough for Honey and still improve on her one-piece suit. After a lot of persuading, Honey finally agreed to try on a couple of suits. The clerk, a petite Oriental, who turned out to be Jacki herself, offered to let her try on the bikini's, but told she could only take two at a time in the dressing room. She assured Honey she'd bring her as many other's as she wanted, "Until you find what you want."

While Jacki took Honey back to the dressing rooms, Lynda looked at some outfits for herself. Jacki opened the door to a room and stepped aside for Honey to enter. Honey stepped in and Jacki turned on the light. Honey was surprised to be in a large room with the walls covered with mirrors. On one wall was a wide bench almost the size of a bed. "I've never seen so big a dressing room," Honey exclaimed, "and with so many mirrors."

"Girl," Jacki began, "if you can't stand to look at yourself in these mirrors, you shouldn't wear it on the beach." Honey admitted to the logic of her argument and started to unbutton her blouse. She stopped, however, when Jacki didn't move to go. After a few moment's hesitation, Jacki turned away, "I'll be back in a few minutes with some more suits. Take your time."

Jacki checked the store and saw Lynda was the only customer so as Jacki picked up some more suits for Honey, she struck up a conversation with her. "My cousin's from Nebraska," Lynda said, "I'm afraid she's a little too conservative for California. I was hoping you'd have something to loosen her up a little bit."

Jacki raised her eyebrow and looked at Lynda. "I can usually give a woman something she'll enjoy," the Oriental said enigmatically, "but I think your cousin may take a while. If you'd like to continue down the street, I'll keep her busy `til you get back." Jacki checked her watch, "Why don't you run along and come back in, say half an hour. I'm sure I'll have her well satisfied by then."

Lynda agreed and left the store to do the grocery shopping while Honey continued her search for a suit. After Lynda left, Jacki locked the front door and put a sign in the window, "Back in 30 minutes." She took several of her tiniest suits and returned to the dressing room. She entered without knocking and caught Honey without a top. The young blonde quickly covered her ample breasts with her hands as her face blushed brilliantly.

Jacki looked hurt that Honey would be embarrassed by her. "Relax Honey, that's your name isn't it?" Honey nodded nervously. "Well, don't be ashamed, I see all kinds in here everyday. You've got a great body, you shouldn't be ashamed to show it off." She stood back and studied Honey, looking her up and down and appraising her figure. Jacki liked what she saw. The petite 19 year old blonde was barely an inch taller than she was although Honey's 34C breasts seemed much larger because of her small frame and tiny waist.

Jacki tossed the suits on the bench and took off her own dress. Under it she wore only panties since she didn't yet need a bra because her 32B breasts were still youthfully firm. In spite of her small breasts, Jacki had an impressive figure. Like Honey, her tiny 17" waist and 24" hips made her breasts seem much larger. She took the top Honey was holding and held it up in front of the blonde. She tilted her head to one side and, making a clucking sound, shook her head. "It's not you," she said. "Here, try this," she said picking up a much smaller suit.

"I couldn't," Honey protested, "It's so ... so tiny." "Don't worry," Jacki assured her, "when you have it on, you'll be amazed at how well it covers the vital areas. Let me show you. Take that off," she gestured to the bikini bottom Honey had on. When the teen hesitated, Jacki bent down, "Here, let me help you."

Before Honey could protest, Jacki had dropped to her knees with her hands on the waistband of the girl's suit. Jacki pulled it down Honey's legs with a single gesture that left Honey with nothing to do but step out of them. As she raised her leg, Jacki caught a whiff of woman-scent and it aroused her. She held up the suit so Honey could step into it which gave Jacki a second close look at Honey's pussy.

Jacki put her face close to Honey's pussy as she pulled the suit up to her waist. Then she wrapped the top around her breasts and adjusted it over her breasts by sliding her fingers beneath the cups and running them over Honey's firm cones of flesh. She was pleased to feel the girl's nipples harden when her fingers touched them. She repeated the maneuver at Honey's crotch, running her fingers under the edge of the suit as she pretended to check the fit around her legs. She stopped with her fingers poised at the entrance to Honey's slit and when she looked up at the young girl's face, her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply.

Turning her around, Jacki ran her hands over the young blonde's ass as if she were smoothing the fabric. As she fondled her, Jacki asked, "Is what Lynda said true, that you're looking for jobs for the summer?" "Yes," Honey sighed breathlessly as she admired herself in the mirrors, not realizing how Jacki was getting her aroused.

"Would you be interested in working here?" Jacki asked hopefully, "I can always use a girl, I'm all alone." As she talked, Jacki took off her own panties and put on one of the suits. She put her arm around Honey's waist as they admired themselves in the mirror. "We make a beautiful couple," Jacki said, "if I do say so myself." Honey laughed at the joke. "You're beautiful," she said honestly, "but I don't know if this suit's right for me, it's so tiny."

"That's OK," said Jacki easily, "I brought several for you to try. If necessary, I'll carry the whole store in here for you." As Honey peeled off the suit, Jacki watched the way her body moved. When she bent and pulled the suit down her legs, it was all Jacki could do to keep from grabbing Honey's breasts as they swung free of her ribcage. Jacki selected another suit and helped Honey into it. Again, she smoothed the fabric over Honey's breasts by running her fingers inside the suit.

When she used her hands on the girl's crotch this time, however, they lingered a little longer on Honey's pussy and she heard the girl's intake of breath as she touched the sensitive area. Honey looked down and for the first time she realized that the golden fur of her cunt was visible on either side of the thin strip of cloth that ran between her legs and up the crack of her ass. "I can't wear this. What'll I do?"

"Don't you shave?" Jacki asked incredulously. "No, my Mother says it's wicked," blushed an embarrassed Honey. "Well," Jacki sighed, "I'm not your mother and I'm telling you, it's mandatory on the beach. I'll tell you what, you take the suit off and sit down. I have just the thing for you, I've done this for lots of my women customers." As Honey pulled down her suit, Jacki also stripped. When the naked Honey sat down on the bench, the shop owner pulled a dark leather case from beneath the bench. She put her hand on Honey's chest between her breasts and gently pushed the young girl back until she was lying on her back. "Relax," Jacki whispered, "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Jacki knelt on the bench with her knees between Honey's thighs. Using her hands on the inside of her thighs, Jacki opened the blonde's legs to expose her golden pussy. She squeezed some gel on one hand and slowly reached between Honey's legs. She spread the gel on the girl's pussy as she, slowly and gently at first and then with more urgency, worked it into a thick lather. Honey's hips began to move under the wily Oriental's sensuous manipulation. Honey tried to sit up once, but Jacki firmly pushed her down with a hand on her breast.

She didn't remove her hand when Honey laid back and began to massage the soft flesh at the same time she massaged her pussy. Honey was so aroused by the erotic woman that she suddenly climaxed although she was so unaware of her own sexuality that she was barely aware of what had happened to her or why. She was a virgin and had only heard about sex from her friends in school. She'd never thought of trying masturbation because her Mother had raised her to believe it was a mortal sin. As she lay sprawled on the bench trying to catch her breath, Jacki opened the straight razor she kept in the case.

"What, ... what are you going to do with that?" Honey gasped in alarm. "Don't worry, Honey," whispered Jacki as she slowly thumbed her clitoris with her left hand as she brandished the razor in her right above Honey's belly button, "I'm just going to shave you. When I'm finished, you'll look great." She slowly drew the razor over the blonde's pussy as she carved a path through the thicket of wiry, blonde hair. After a few minutes of gentle shaving, Jacki sat back and admired her handiwork. "There," she sighed, "Now you're ready for the beach. Let's get you cleaned up and then we'll try the suit again." Jacki quickly bent down and ran her tongue over the blonde's freshly shaved cunt. Honey sat us suddenly, shocked by the unexpected move. She pushed Jacki away and scrambled to her feet.

"You sick pervert," she cried, "I've heard about women like you. You stay away from me." "Now, now, Honey," Jacki said with a trace of annoyance, "you misunderstood. I didn't mean anything by it, honest." She tried to put her hand on Honey's shoulder, but the blonde shrugged it off with a look of panic. Jacki kept advancing until she backed Honey into the corner. Scared by Jacki's relentless approach, Honey slapped her. Jacki stopped and a dark cloud came over her face.

"You're going to be sorry you did that, you tease," she said. Jacki reared back and slapped Honey's breasts as hard as she could. They rocked from side to side and Honey grabbed them in her hands. The sensitive nipples were already swelling from the single, stinging slap. Honey tried to keep Jacki away and twined her fingers in the Oriental's long, black hair. They fell to the floor together, wrestling for dominance.

Initially, Honey was on top and she slapped Jacki's face with her open hand. She'd worked most of her life on her parents farm and was a tough, strong girl and Jacki's head rocked as Honey slapped her. But Honey was inexperienced at catfighting and Jacki was an expert. Honey was on top, but she was between Jacki's legs.

Seizing the opportunity, Jacki wrapped her legs around Honey's narrow waist, locked her ankles and squeezed. Jacki was a small woman, 5'1" and barely 93 pounds, but she spent her afternoons on her feet in the store and her mornings running on the soft beach sand with her friends. Her legs were powerful weapons but Honey didn't realize how powerful at first. She soon discovered, however, as Jacki tightened her grip.

Honey had trouble breathing as Jacki increased the pressure like a powerful snake constricting it's prey. Since they were naked, Honey's bare breasts were dangling right in front of Jacki's face. Never one to miss an opportunity to grab another girl's breasts, Jacki clamped her hands around Honey's breasts and squeezed. Honey moaned and tried to pry Jacki's hands off as her breasts started turning blue from the pressure Jacki applied as she squeezed harder and harder.

Honey desperately punched Jacki in the belly and when she felt her legs ease their grip slightly, she hit her again. Jacki's legs opened and she let go of Honey's breasts as she clutched her belly. Honey over and gulped air into her burning lungs.

Both women rose to their knees at the same time but it was Honey who struck first. She grabbed Jacki's arm and threw the smaller girl on the floor on her stomach as she twisted her arm into a hammerlock. As Honey increased the pressure, Jacki's body was forced along the wooden floor.

"I give up. No more please," Jacki begged, "You win." Honey released her and got to her feet. "I'm sorry if I offended you," Jacki said as she massaged her arm, although she didn't sound at all remorseful. "Look, why don't you just buy the suit and get out of her. I'll forget this ever happened. Maybe I misunderstood the signals you were giving me. I honestly thought you were ... well, you know. I said I was sorry."

Honey scrambled around getting dressed and rushed out of the dressing room followed by Jacki carrying the swim suit. "I wasn't lying about the suit," Jacki said, "It looks stunning on you. I'll tell you what, since I feel responsible for scaring you, take the suit for half price. Kind of like an apology, OK?"

Honey wanted to get away from the pervert, but she had loved the way the suit fit and Lynda had said she needed one. She was so eager to get out of Jacki's store that, without thinking, she handed the woman her credit card. All business now, Jacki wrote up the sale and called the credit bureau. "Do you have a driver's license, please," she asked calmly, "The card company says I have to check it."

Honey gave her a Nebraska license and the wily Oriental wrote down her home address and the license number before she gave it back. She rang up the sale and put the suit in a bag. Handing it to Honey, she said, "I was serious about that job. If you're interested it pays very well and, of course, there are fringe benefits."

"No, thank you," Honey said coolly. "Well," shrugged Jacki with a grin, "tell Lynda, she looks like a girl who'd enjoy working under me." As Honey ran out blushing she could hear Jacki's laughter. She walked the street in a daze thinking about the events of the last half-hour. She didn't know what Jacki had meant about "signals." What signals had she been sending? She couldn't imagine. She saw Lynda walking toward her with two bags of groceries and she grabbed one as Lynda peeked into Jacki's store bag.

"Oh, you bought one. Good! It looks tiny enough to get some attention on the beach," she said giggling. "How was that Jacki?" Lynda asked. "She really seemed nice. Why as we were talking she even said she may have a summer job." "No!" Honey interjected, "she doesn't. I asked her about it but she said she won't be hiring anyone after all. Let's go, I'm tired." "Anyway," Lynda gushed, "I can't wait to see how hot you look in that suit."

They drove back to the cottage in silence. Honey wanted to warn Lynda about Jacki, but she was too ashamed and embarrassed by what had happened to her to tell anyone how she'd allowed the woman to fondle her private parts. Even talking about it to her cousin would be too embarrassing so she said nothing.

It was late afternoon when they got back and put the groceries away. "OK Honey," Lynda chirped, "lemme see that suit. I'm goin' crazy trying to imagine what it looks like." Honey picked up the bag and started for the bedroom. "Hey," shouted Lynda, "where ya' goin'? This's no time for that false modesty of yours. I wanna see the whole show," she laughed.

Blushing, Honey stopped. She and Lynda had undressed together the night before, so there was no reason not to put the suit on in front of her now. Besides, that Jacki woman had already seen her nude. Honey unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the bed. She unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms. Reaching behind her, she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Then she lowered her panties and pulled them over her feet. When she straightened, however, Lynda let out a yelp, "What the hell is that?"

Lynda was pointing at Honey's pussy. She looked down in confusion, unable to see what had Lynda's all excited at first, but then she realized that Jacki hadn't shaved her pussy bald but left some hair above her slit. "I shaved it," Honey explained, "for the suit."

"What does it mean?" asked Lynda. "I don't know what you're talking about," Honey said, "What does what mean?" "That!" Lynda said, pointing at Honey's newly-shaved pussy and giggling, "the letters on your puss, J C?"

Honey ran to the mirror and stood on her tiptoes. She could make out two small letters J and C on either side of her pussy. "That bitch," she muttered. Jacki had shaved the hair on her pussy, alright, except for the hair that formed her initials, Jacki Chan. Honey knew at once what it meant and she was sure anyone else who saw it would too, that Jacki Chan had shaved her. Thinking fast, Honey remembered one of the boys she had told Lynda about the night before.

"It's for John," she said trying to giggle coyly. She quickly grabbed the suit and put it on to cover the offensive letters. When she was dressed, she pirouetted for Lynda, "What do you think?" "You're a knockout," she said, "Remind me not to let you out of my sight on the beach. Some handsome guy is liable to carry you away."

Meanwhile, back at Jacki's, Becky Daley had come by to chat with her friend. Over coffee, Jacki told her about her tryst with Honey. "God, she was beautiful," Jacki sighed, "I'd give anything for another chance at her." "Why not call her?" Becky asked, "You've got the address in Nebraska. Maybe somebody there knows where she's staying. It's worth a try."

Jacki took out the sales receipt and called long distance information. Eventually, she got Honey's mother on the phone. Jacki explained Honey had purchased a suit but the clerk had lost the address. Honey's mother gave Jacki her local address and phone number. When she hung up, Jacki had a big smile on her face, "Yes!" she exclaimed pumping her fist in the air, "I've got her now."

At eight o'clock that evening, just as Honey and Lynda were finishing a dinner that had included a bottle of cheap California sparkling wine, they heard a knock at the door. The young girl's weren't used to wine and were feeling a little tipsy, so Lynda had some trouble getting to her feet to answer it. As soon as opened the door, Jacki and Becky pushed past her into the living room.

"There's my little Honey-pot," Jacki cried, heading straight to where Honey sat stunned. Becky meanwhile, had thrown her arms around Lynda's shoulders and was introducing herself to the blonde. "My name's Becky," she said pumping Lynda's hand, "I'm a friend of Jacki's. How about you and I go for a walk on the beach while the two young lovers get re-acquainted?" She tried to pull the stunned Lynda out the door, but Honey's screams stopped her.

"Get your goddamn hands off of me, you pervert!" cried Honey. Lynda and Becky turned in time to see them tumble onto the floor as each started pulling the other's hair. "Would you like to dance?" asked Becky as she drove a fist low into Lynda's belly. The platinum blonde clutched herself and doubled over which made it easy for Becky to pull her blouse over her head and blind her momentarily.

Becky grabbed Lynda's hair and pulled her off balance. She went to her knees and was completely defenseless when Becky kicked her in the stomach. She flopped on her stomach and lay writhing on the floor as Becky looked over to check on her partner. Jacki was straddling Honey's hips and tearing at her chest with both hands. When Becky turned back to Lynda, the teen had risen to one knee and was preparing to charge Becky.

Lynda's shoulder hit Becky in the stomach and the big woman held on as the platinum blonde's charge pushed across the room until she slammed into the wall. She hit it hard and it knocked the breath out of her momentarily. Lynda showed her mettle by punching Becky twice in the breasts and trying to rip open her blouse, but Becky recovered and fought back as both went sprawling as they pulled and tugged at each other's clothing.

While they were wrestling on the floor, Honey reversed her situation with a handful of long black hair and was now perched atop Jacki. Unlike the Oriental, however, Honey had no interest in stripping her opponent, she just wanted to win! Honey flailed her fists ineffectively at Jacki's face several times before one of her punches landed square on the point of Jacki's jaw. The little woman's arms went limp and she let go of Honey's hair as she slid to the floor unconscious.

Honey struggled to her feet and staggered over to where Lynda and Becky were grappling evenly. Honey grabbed Becky from behind and dragged her away from Lynda. Between them, the two teenage girls overpowered Becky and pinned her on her back. They beat her unconscious, then dragged her partially nude body to the porch and threw her off it into the sand.

Next they dragged Jacki's limp body out and tossed her over the railing next to Becky. All four participants had scratches on their faces and breasts and their clothing was torn and tattered. But Honey and Lynda had prevailed and they locked the doors and windows and watched in fear and trepidation until Jacki and Becky recovered and helped each other to their car and drove off into the night.

Later that night, Jean McDowell got off duty with the beach patrol and went to the local pub to meet her friends. When she saw Jacki and Becky's scratched faces and blackened eyes, she knew she'd missed something. They sat and downed beer after beer as Jacki and Becky related their experiences with Honey and Lynda.

"Well," Jean asked after they told how they'd been beaten by two teenagers and thrown out of their house, "what are you going to do about it?" Jacki and Becky looked at each other and then at Jean. "What do you mean?" Jean sighed and shook her head sadly, "Well, I hope you're not going to let a couple of snotty schoolgirls come to town and shit on your turf. Jesus, Jacki, don't you have any pride? That bit of fluff comes into your shop, leads you on and then rebuffs you. Are you going to take that from her?" Jacki sat up straight in her chair, looked Jean in the eye and snarled, "Hell no!"

Jean turned to the other girl. "And what about you, Becky? I used to think you were tough. Hell, you're the Mayor's daughter for Christ sake. Are you going to let a little high school twist throw you out on the beach and not make her pay? If that's the kind of women you are, I'd better find some new friends. Jesus, what will Laura Chambers say when she hears this?"

That night, the three women were still huddled at the corner table when the bar closed. By the time they left, Jean, Becky and Jacki had vowed to make Honey and Lynda sorry they ever came to "their town." It would take a few days, but they planned to get their revenge and make the girls regret "dissing" them.

Two quiet days had passed since the fight at the cottage and Honey and Lynda had spent the time sunning themselves at the cottage and healing their wounds. They finally decided it was safe to go to the beach in town to try out the new bathing suits on the local guys. Honey had gained confidence in herself after the fight with Jacki and a few days in her new suit had given her confidence about her appearance as well. Now, she was eager to see the reaction to the suit. They drove to town shortly before lunch, parked and walked down to the beach.

As they carried their beach bags and towels to an open space on the sand they passed a small group of local girls sunning themselves and listening to the radio. After they'd passed without paying any attention to the locals, one of them got up and walked over to the lifeguard stand. It was Becky and the lifeguard on duty was her friend Jean.

"See those two?" Becky said pointing to Honey and Lynda, "They're the ones Jacki and I told you about the other night. Keep an eye on them. If we get a chance, this'd be a good time to settle the score." Jean nodded, "Don't worry," she said, "if I have an excuse, I'll kick them off the beach. Once they're off my beach, you can do anything you want and I won't stop you. You keep an eye out, too. If they separate, you can deal with each one alone. Maybe you can handle them that way." She smiled as Becky stomped away, angry at Jean's reminder of her defeat at the hands of a teenage girl.

Jean had been watching the two girls for half an hour when the chance presented itself. Honey stood and said something to Lynda, who shook her head and pointed to the ocean. Honey took her purse and headed up the beach toward the refreshment stands while Lynda hitched up the top of her bikini and went into the water. Jean watched Honey until she disappeared into the crowd around the food stalls.

When she looked back toward the water, she saw that Lynda was swimming out to sea. "Keep going little girl," thought Jean to herself. While she watched Lynda, Jean also scanned the other swimmers and saw that no one was close to Lynda. She continued watching the blonde intently until she began to appear tired. As her strokes became slower and more labored, she looked around anxiously and turned back, swimming slowly toward the beach.

She'd been caught in a strong offshore rip tide and was being slowly pushed further out to sea. When Jean saw her head disappear beneath a wave, she grabbed a life buoy and ran into the water. Jean stroked through the surf with sure, powerful strokes. The 5ft. 7in. lifeguard had been a competitive swimmer most of her life and the years of training served her well. In addition, she kept in peak physical condition by taking daily runs on the soft beach sand.

As she neared Lynda, she called to the blonde, "Take it easy, don't struggle, I've got you." She couldn't make out Lynda's answer, but she thought she heard the word, "cramp".

When Jean got to within several feet of Lynda, she stopped to tread water. "Lean back and float of your back," Jean said, "I'll pull you back to shore." Lynda was trying to massage her calf, however, and as soon as she stopped massaging, it cramped again. She screamed to Jean, demanding she help her and ignoring Jean's advice. Jean maneuvered behind Lynda and tried to approach her, but the blonde turned and grabbed for her. Jean thanked the gods for smiling on her, "Good, I was hoping you'd make this hard. Now I can have a little fun."

Jean pointed her toes toward the bottom and with a powerful upward movement of her arms, propelled herself beneath the waves. When her feet touched the bottom, which at this point was only about nine feet deep, she pushed off, propelling her body directly upward toward Lynda. Jean's shoulder struck Lynda in the pit of her stomach and it knocked all the air out of her.

The redheaded lifeguard grabbed Lynda's thighs in her powerful hands and spun the girl around. From behind, Jean used her hands to pull herself up until she was directly behind Lynda, who was coughing and sputtering and trying to catch her breath. Jean reached over Lynda's right shoulder with her right hand and reached across the blonde's chest to clasp her under the left arm. In doing so, Jean slipped her arm between Lynda's breasts and under the top of her bikini.

Jean untied the back of the strapless bikini with her left hand, yanked it off and released it into the water where it quickly sank from sight. She swam slowly toward shore, gripping Lynda tightly in a cross-chest carry. When Lynda finally caught her breath and realized that her top was gone she screamed at Jean to find it.

"My top," she cried, "I lost my top. We've got to go back and get it." "Shut up," Jean hissed through her teeth, "Save your breath, you'll need it." To emphasize her total control over the girl, Jean allowed an oncoming wave to smash Lynda squarely in the face, making her cough and gasp for air to clear her nose and mouth.

"I warned you to keep your mouth shut," Jean said smugly as she dipped Lynda's face in the water. Again, Lynda coughed and sputtered as her nose and mouth filled with sea water. She stopped talking and meekly allowed Jean to pull her to shore. She could feel Jean's huge breasts against her back and she was having trouble breathing because she was being held so tightly by the arm across her chest.

When they reached the beach, Jean stood up and carried Lynda through the surf. One of Lynda's arms was behind Jean's back, so she could only use one arm to cover her naked breasts. A crowd gathered as Jean carried Lynda ashore. Several of the men whistled at her partially-clad form but far more embarrassing, were the girls. Many of them were wearing the tiniest of bikini's yet they pointed at her and laughed at her discomfort.

"Put me down this minute," she demanded. Eager to comply, Jean dropped her in the sand. She landed on her ass and arm slipped, allowing her breasts to bounce free. The men hooted and the women burst into raucous jeers as Lynda struggled to get to her feet run to her towel. Her cramped leg couldn't hold her, however, and she fell on her face in the loose sand.

Jean knelt beside her, rolled her over on her back and raised her leg high in the air. Putting Lynda's ankle over her shoulder, Jean massaged the girl's calf with powerful hands. She started with the ankle and worked downward toward Lynda's thigh. The whole time, Lynda was forced to lay on her back and try to cover her breasts with her hands as she endured the cruel taunts of the girl's and the lustful stares of the boys.

As soon as she felt the cramp loosen, Lynda demanded that Jean release her. Jean got up, but she still held Lynda's leg which was now stretched painfully in the air. Then she dropped it. Jean offered her hand to Lynda, "Let me help you up."

Lynda tried to reach for the hand and continue to keep her breasts covered, but it was impossible. When Jean jerked her to her feet, the blonde's breasts bobbed free again. The crowd hooted and jeered while Lynda, now reduced to tears, covered her breasts with her hands and ran to the parking lot. She only slowed enough to bend down to grab her towel to cover herself and her purse that held her car keys.

Seconds later, Jean heard the squeal of tires in the parking lot as Lynda tore away in a cloud of smoke. Jacki and Becky appeared from the crowd and the three friends exchanged high-fives. "One down and one to go," said Jacki, looking at Becky seriously.

About ten minutes after Lynda disappeared, Jean saw Honey return with some food she'd purchased. Jean, with her most sincere expression, approached the blond, "Excuse me, is your name Honey?" When she nodded, Jean explained briefly how she'd helped Lynda out, that she appeared fine, but that she'd driven away. "She probably went home," Jean offered.

"But how am I supposed to get home," Honey whined, "she drove. I don't have a way home." Jean checked her watch, "I'll tell you what," she offered, "I'm off in two hours. If she isn't back, I'll be glad to give you a lift."

"Oh thank you," Honey said, "I'll be over here when you're ready." The blonde went back to the blanket she and Lynda had shared and sat down with her food. Jean made the, "OK" sign to Jacki and winked at her.

Honey waited for over an hour, but Lynda didn't returned. Jean watched her closely and when she got up and walked toward the rest rooms she signaled to Jacki and Becky who followed. When they reached the restroom, Jacki placed the "Out of Order" sign in front of the door to the ladies room before she and Becky went inside. Honey was nowhere to be seen.

Jacki peeked under the stall doors and behind the third one, she saw a pair of feet with Honey's suit around the ankles. The other stalls were empty, the three of them were all alone! Becky guarded the door to prevent anyone from interfering and Jacki took the stall beside Honey. When Honey finished her business, she opened the door and stepped into the dressing area. Jacki was right behind her, so quiet that Honey never heard her. It wasn't until Honey saw her reflection in the mirror that she knew she was there.

Honey turned to run, but Becky stepped out of the doorway to block her attempt to flee. Honey turned to face Jacki, "What are you doing here?" Jacki laughed, "I'm taking a piss why? You wanna watch me, Honey?" Becky didn't say anything, but subtly positioned herself between Honey and the exit. "Look," Honey said extending her hands, "I don't want any trouble with you. Let's forget what happened the other day, OK? I won't tell anyone about you, honest." This last statement was directed at Jacki.

"You don't have to want trouble," Jacki sneered, "We want trouble and that's all it takes." Honey backed away from Jacki, but in doing so, she had to turn her back to Becky. When she did, the brunette moved quickly to wrap her arms around Honey's chest, pinning her arms at her sides. Jacki stepped up and drove a fist low into the blonde's stomach.

The air whooshed out of Honey's lungs and her knee's buckled. Becky released her and shoved Honey to her knees. She stayed on her knees, clutching her stomach and trying valiantly not to vomit. Becky pulled the bathing suit straps down Honey's arms to pinion her arms at her sides. Then she took a double handful of blonde hair and dragged Honey across the tile floor on her ass. When she reached the far corner, Jacki swung her leg over Honey's waist and straddled her stomach.

Becky released her grip on the blonde's hair and Jacki pulled the suit straps off of Honey's arms exposing her near-perfect breasts. Becky held Honey's wrists and forced her arms above her head as Jacki reached around to unfasten the top. She pulled it off, then grabbed the bottom at Honey's hips and worked it slowly down the girls legs.

Honey was sobbing and writhing in Becky's tight hold, but she tried to kick Jacki as she was stripped. But Jacki was between her legs and as she pulled the suit lower, she backed out. By the time the suit reached Honey's knees, her legs were severely restricted. Jacki finally got the suit over Honey's feet and threw it across the room. The young blonde, who'd been crying since they began stripping her started to beg, "Please," she gasped, "don't do this. It's not right. Look, I'll pay you! I'll give you anything you want if you'll just stop. Please?"

Jacki responded by grabbing Honey's ankles and yanking her legs wide apart. She crawled between the blonde's legs raising her knees and pushing them ahead of her as she crawled forward. When she was close enough, Jacki reached up and closed her hand on the golden bush between Honey's thighs. "See this, Becky? It's my brand. That means the bitch belongs to me." As she spoke, Jacki slowly worked two fingers into Honey's pussy. She reached for the young girl's clitoris and began to work it as only she could.

Honey's face flushed and her body slumped in defeat as Jacki fingered her until she climaxed. By then Becky had already released Honey's arms and was removing her own suit. Honey didn't seem not to know, or perhaps she no longer cared, for she lay on her back with her eyes closed and her arms over her head until she felt Becky straddle her chest. That's when the dazed blonde seemed to realize what was about to happen to her.

"Oh God, no!" she exclaimed. "Oh yes," Becky said as she slid forward and covered Honey's mouth with her pussy. "You'll lick my cunny, or else Bitch," Becky said ominously. "I can't, please . . . don't make me," Honey begged. Becky slapped her, rocking her face from side to side. "I'll keep this up `til you do," she said as she slapped Honey again. Sobbing, Honey pleaded for mercy. "I can't! Please, please don't make me."

Becky reached back and pinched one of Honey's nipples. With a little squeal and a sob, the blonde surrendered. "OK. OK," she cried, "I'll do it. But I don't know how." Jacki had taken her suit off and was kneeling between Honey's thighs as she watched Becky at work. "I'll show you," she offered cheerily, "Pay attention, I'm only going to do this a few times." Laughing, Jacki thrust her tongue between the fleshy lips of Honey's slit. She licked and sucked until Honey was pumping her hips like an out of control oil well beneath her lips.

After giving the panting, out-of-breath girl a few minutes to catch her breath, Becky grabbed her hair and jerked the girl's head forward until her mouth was pressed to her pussy. "OK bitch," she hissed, "Now let's see you get busy licking." Honey was tentatively at first, it took her a while to get the rhythm and Becky had to pinch her nipples a couple of times and bark instructions, but she started to get it right.

After Honey and Becky had both orgasmed, Jacki traded places with Becky and told Honey to began again. To make it easier for her, Becky did Honey at the same time. Honey lost track of how long she lay on the cold tile floor or how many times she was made to lick the lesbian's cunt's.

When they finally got off and stood over Honey's limp form, Jacki asked, "Do you think you've learned how to do it now, Honey?" Dazed, her neck muscles throbbing and her cheeks damp with tears of shame she'd shed, Honey nodded silently. Becky lifted Honey into a sitting position up by her hair and twisted her arm behind her back. When Becky had her under control, Jacki took a knife out of her beach bag. Honey's eyes widened and she tried to struggle against the bigger woman. "Relax," Becky whispered, "she's not gonna cut you. Not if you behave."

Jacki picked up Honey's suit and, with a few quick swipes of her knife, sliced it into strips. The dark-haired oriental used one to gag Honey then stuck the knife under Honey's breasts with the point pressing against the soft flesh. "Don't move Blondie," she said as she handed a strip to Becky who released Honey's arm. Before Honey could run, the brunette had tied her wrists behind her.

Jacki closed the knife and laid it on the bench beside her. Becky pushed Honey to the bench and laid her on her belly across Jacki's lap. Becky sat beside Jacki and took Honey's breasts in her hands as the Oriental spanked Honey with a slow rhythm. She spread the blows around and it wasn't long before Honey's ass and upper thighs were glowing. Honey was having trouble breathing through her gag because her crying clogged her nose. Becky teased Honey's nipples, pulling, pinching and twisting them as she squirmed on her lap.

Tears of humiliation and shame rolled down Honey's red cheeks and fell on Becky's thighs. Suddenly, Honey's body stiffened and she shuddered. Her eyes widened in surprise and then, when she realized that she'd had an orgasm from being spanked, she blushed even more deeply and buried her face in Becky's lap. Jacki looked at Becky in surprise and inserted her fingers between Honey's thighs. She easily got two in the girl's pussy and when she pulled them out, she held them up to Becky, "The little bitch climaxed!" she said. "It looks like she's a masochist at heart. Do you like having your ass spanked, Honey?"

She shook her head vigorously, but her orgasm appeared to make her a liar. Jacki and Becky spanked her for another quarter of an hour as they abused and teased her both physically and verbally, but she didn't have another orgasm. They left her on the floor, gagged and tied hand and foot. As they departed, Jean took down the "Out of Order" sign and left her at the mercy of the next person through the door.

Fortunately for Honey, the next person was an older woman who saw bound and gagged teenager and ran out screaming. A few minutes later, a tall, dark- haired Deputy Sheriff, Betty Manning, came in. She untied Honey and covered her nude body with a beach towel. Betty took out her notebook to make a report of the incident, but despite her best efforts Honey refused to give her any details of the incident.

"It was just a joke a couple of girls were playing on me," Honey lied, "It's nothing, really. It just got out of hand." Betty knew Honey was afraid to tell her what really happened because she feared reprisal. Finally, she gave up, put away her notebook and took the frightened teenager back to the beach.

Betty walked with Honey to the lifeguard station where they met Jean who had just come off duty. Betty told Jean she was going to have to do a better job of keeping troublemakers off the beach, but Jean just glared at the self-righteous Deputy Sheriff in silence for a moment, then asked Honey if she still wanted a ride home. Honey gratefully accepted, but as they were walking to the parking lot they saw Lynda running toward them.

Lynda explained that she'd gone back to the cottage to change her suit and when she returned to the beach she couldn't find Honey anywhere. Lynda glared at Jean, but spoke only to Honey. She said she'd been looking for her for over half an hour without success. Honey was angry at Lynda and would probably have punched her, if Jean hadn't been watching.

Lynda was still angry at Jean from before and berated her for exposing her breasts in front of, "... those idiots." Jean tried to explain she'd been more interested in saving her life than her modesty, but Honey interrupted and told Lynda, "Shut up and take me home."

Lynda put Honey in her car and drove her back to the cottage. Honey didn't talk to Lynda the entire way. When they arrived, Honey ran inside, still without having said a word to Lynda. By the time Lynda got inside, Honey was already in the bathroom showering. The door was locked and Lynda waited outside until Honey emerged.

She followed Honey to her bedroom and stared in amazement as she dropped her towel without any pretense of modesty. "What happened to you?" Lynda gasped when she saw the bruises on Honey's body. At first, Honey was reluctant to talk about it, but Lynda pressed her until she suddenly broke down in tears. Once she began to talk, the words came pouring out in a torrent and before long she'd told Lynda a brief explanation of what had happened, but omitted any details of her humiliation, especially the fact that she'd had an orgasm while being spanked! She also told her about the encounter with Jacki at the boutique their first day in town. "So," Lynda said, "that's why she said the job was still open when we fought the other night. That bitch! Look Honey, we can't let them get away with this. We've got to do something get even."

"No," Honey gasped grabbing Lynda's arm. "Please, let's just pack the car and leave tonight." The poor girl had been beaten and humiliated by two lesbians and was too intimidated to even stay overnight. Lynda tried for several hours to calm her cousin and as they argued Honey began to cry. Lynda took her cousin in her arms and held her. Later, Honey told her in graphic detail, what had happened to her in the restroom. She even tried to explain what it felt like to have a woman lick her pussy.

"I've heard about it," Lynda said breathlessly, "but I've never even imagined what it must feel like." Honey blushed deeply and sighed, "God, it felt wonderful." Lynda leaned forward with renewed interest. "Really? Could you show me? I mean, I wanted to try it before, but I don't know any girls I'd trust to do it with. Please? Please, show me what they did?"

Honey was reluctant, but as Lynda pleaded with her, she began to remember how good the orgasm's had been. The more she thought about it, the faster her resistance faded. She finally agreed to show Lynda what the lesbians had done to her, "But you mustn't ever tell anybody we did it." Lynda crossed her heart and swore and Honey added ominously, "Especially my Mother!"

Honey showed Lynda what she'd done to do to the lesbians by demonstrating on her and Lynda had her first orgasm in months. Afterward she hugged Honey and kissed her gratefully. "Oh God," she gushed, "it's so much better than it ever was with my boyfriend." Then, she asked if she could try on Honey. At first, she was shy and tentative, but with Honey's instruction and encouragement she quickly got the hang of it. They spent most of the night in bed giggling and practicing newly-learned techniques.

By the next morning, Honey had regained her composure and Lynda had convinced her to not only stay and finish their vacation, but to get revenge on Jacki and Becky for what they'd done to Honey in the beach restroom. They drove into town and Lynda checked out Jacki's store. The sign on the door said it was closed every Monday. Since that was on Sunday, they decided to get Jacki the next morning on her day off.

They visited other stores in the same block and casually asked several of the younger salesgirls how to have a good time. "Where, for example, does Jacki Chan go on her days off?" Lynda asked one. The girl smiled as if she shared a secret with the young blonde, apparently mistaking her for a lesbian. "Jacki loves to sunbathe at Wilson's Cove, out beyond the point," she said. "The best thing about it is you don't need a suit because it's so private. It's not really a nude beach, but nobody ever wears a suit. You should really enjoy yourself." Then she leered over Lynda's shoulder at Honey, "Bring your little friend," she said nodding toward Honey, "I get out of here at noon. Maybe I'll see you out there?"

They made one last stop, at the gas station to ask directions to Wilson's Cove. The kid at the pump smirked as he told them how to get there. As they pulled away, Honey said, "It looks like Wilson's Cove is well-known for just one thing judging by the looks we've gotten from everyone when we ask about it."

That night, Lynda looked up Jacki's address in the phone book. They wanted to be there early, so they'd catch her on her way to the beach. In the morning, they were in their car outside Jacki's before sun-up. They drank hot coffee to ward off the early morning chill and it wasn't until nearly 10:30 that Jacki left her house and got on her red motor scooter. They followed her to a secluded cove and Honey climbed to the top of a dune and watched Jacki spread her towel on the deserted beach.

When Honey was sure Jacki was alone and she'd stripped off her suit to oil herself, Honey waved to Lynda. She took the gym bag they'd prepared for Jacki and followed the same path down to the beach that Jacki had taken. Honey climbed down the far side of the dune, cutting off Jacki's only line of retreat. The dark-haired oriental never heard the girls approach. The first time she knew she wasn't alone was when a shadow fell across her stomach. She opened her mouth to complain, but Lynda dropped and pinned her shoulders to the sand before she could make a sound.

Honey grabbed Jacki's ankles but she lashed out with her feet catching the blonde in the chest and knocking her on her back. She wriggled out of Lynda's grasp and turned to face the tall blonde. Jacki lunged and grabbe her blouse, tearing it open to expose her bra. As Jacki dug her fingers into Lynda's breasts, Honey tackled her from behind and they fell in a pile, pawing, scratching and punching.

After a brief, but vicious fight, the two blonde's subdued the tiny Oriental and tied her hands in front of her with a rope they'd brought along for that purpose. Honey pulled out a long, wooden stake and drove it deep into the sand. They put Jacki on her belly and tied her hands to the stake. Then they staked her feet in the same way. Using alcohol, Honey removed the suntan lotion from Jacki's bare ass. "Now we'll let your ass bake for awhile," Lynda laughed as she pinched her ass cheeks. They sat and talked and shared a soda as Jacki tearfully begged them to release her.

Despite offers of money, free swimsuits and even help in getting even with Becky and Jean, they refused. After an hour or so, the blondes walked back to their car and drove away. They bought lunch and drove leisurely back to the beach to enjoy a picnic with Jacki. "I guess we've let her cook long enough," Honey laughed. "Enough, Hell!," said Lynda, "I want to turn her over and burn her pussy too after what she and the other bitch did to me."

As they walked leisurely down the path, Honey talked about how eager she was for revenge on Jacki, not just for the incident in the restroom, but for the way she'd manipulated her emotions in the dressing room at her boutique. "Damn, I doubt if I can ever go into another changing room without thinking about that evil Bitch. She's ruined my life forever."

They crested the hill and saw Jacki's body was still where they'd left her. As they approached, however, Jacki suddenly got to her feet and charged toward them. "Shit!" Lynda muttered, "Now we're going to have to fight her again." Then her heart sank when she heard a voice behind her, "Correction. She's not the only one you have to fight, you fuckin' cunt." She and Honey both turned at the same time and saw Jean and Becky come out of hiding to blocked their way back to the car.

Lynda swung the bag of sandwiches and drinks at Jean's head as Honey ducked away from Becky's lunging grab. Jean brushed aside the bag and tripped Lynda as she began to run. She leaped on Lynda's back and easily twisted her arm behind her back, wringing a loud yelp of pain from the platinum blonde. "Just hold still, sweetie," Jean hissed, "unless you want your arm broken." She grinned as she felt Lynda's body go limp beneath her.

When Lynda threw their lunches at Jean, Honey had tried to run in the opposite direction and, at first, she'd eluded Becky's grasp. Before she'd covered more than a few strides, Jacki tackled her from behind. Quickly, Jacki and Becky wrestled her to the sand and began ripping off her clothes. It seemed like only seconds until she was sprawled on her back on the hot sand. Jacki was seated on her hips and digging her fingers angrily in Honey's firm breasts as Becky held her arms over her head by the wrists.

"So you think it's fun to stake somebody in the sun with no protection for their sensitive skin, eh? Well," Jacki chuckled, "you've got some really nice, pale white skin, let's see how you like it when we put you out here for a couple of hours." She pulled Honey to her feet, twisted her arm behind her back and used a handful of her hair to force her to walk ahead of her back down to the white sand beach.

Becky helped Jean strip Lynda and they dragged the sobbing blonde down to the beach and staked her beside Honey's nude body. Both girls were face-down on the sand with their milky white asses exposed to the blistering afternoon sun. Becky disappeared and soon returned with Honey and Lynda's picnic lunch. She spread beach towels Lynda and Honey's bodies and ate lunch. They drank several bottles of ice cold white wine that Becky had brought with her and laughed when Honey asked for a drink.

"You're a couple of dumb cunts, you know that. We meet here every Monday for lunch. They showed up right after you went off and left me. You weren't even going to let me have anything to eat or drink, were you?" Jacki snarled. Honey didn't answer. "Besides," Becky said as she jabbed Lynda's round ass with her toe, "You're fat enough to last a couple of days without food." At the mention of the possibility they may spend "days" staked out in the searing sun, Lynda and Honey began to cry. "Please," Honey sobbed, "Our butts will be horribly burned if you leave us out here that long." It brought a smile to Jacki's lips and also gave her an idea.

Jacki took a small magnifying glass out of her purse and sat down on Lynda's back. She used the magnifying glass to focus the sunlight on a small spot on the blonde's round ass. In seconds, the skin began to smoke and Lynda squirmed and squealed as Jacki began to brand her. Jacki worked slowly and carefully and when it seemed Lynda was about to faint from the pain, she switched to Honey's ass and did the same.

It took more than an hour for her to do Lynda and another half hour after that for Honey. She stepped back to admire her work and called Jean and Becky over to see what she'd done. While she'd worked, Jacki had forbidden her friends to look at what she was up to, but now they whooped and slapped her back in appreciation.

On each teenager's behind was a large heart-shaped brand. Inside the hearts were the girl's initials, a plus sign and Jacki's initials. Since she couldn't carve the symbol of their love on a tree, Jacki had burned it into the girls asses instead. They left the teenage girls staked down until sunset. After dark, they untied the girls, picked them up and re-tied their hands behind their backs. "Wha ... what are you going to do to us?" Honey choked out through her trembling lips.

"Hell Sweetie, we're going to take you home and put you to bed, that's what," Jean said seriously. They took the girls to their cars and put them in the trunks, one each in Jean's and Becky's cars. Jacki followed them back to the girl's cottage on her scooter, leaving the girl's car at the cove. When they arrived, they took them inside and untied their hands. Both girls ran toward the bathroom where they pee'd and drank a lot of water as Jean watched from the doorway to make sure they didn't try to escape.

Becky unplugged their telephone and put it in her bag. The chastened girls came out and sheepishly huddled together as they watched Becky and Jacki eyeing them. "What's going to happen to us?" Lynda asked, her voice trembling. She was worried what the answer would be. "That's pretty much up to you, Dear," Becky said as she ran her fingers lightly over Lynda's big breasts. "If you're good, it won't hurt at all." Lynda took a deep breath and sighed at the sensation's Becky was causing. "Please, don't hurt me," Lynda whimpered.

"Then come with me," Becky said softly, "and I'll show you how to have some fun." She took Lynda away by the hand and led her upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Honey watched wide-eyed as her cousin meekly allowed herself to be taken away, for God-knows-what purpose, by the hard-eyed lesbian. Jacki licked her lips and ran her hands over Honey's pussy, sending a shiver through the little blonde's firm body.

"How about you, Honey?" Jacki asked cocking her head to one side, "Do you want pleasure, or pain?" Honey sighed, she knew she couldn't take any more pain. "I can't, please." she cried. But when Jacki insisted, she collapsed in tears. Jacki pulled her to her feet and took her upstairs to the other bedroom. "You coming Jean?" Jacki called.

"Uh-uh," she said with a shake of her head. "You two have a ball, I'm going to swing by Laura's for dinner and a little lovin' of my own. I'll come by in the morning and we'll have breakfast with your dates." She blew Honey a kiss as she walked out the door.

The night was a never-ending round of exhausting orgasm's and slit-licking for Honey and Lynda. Becky and Jacki changed rooms several times and when they became too exhausted themselves, they had Honey and Lynda go down on each other until they recovered and resumed their game.

In the morning, Jean returned to the girl's cottage and joined Becky and Jacki in further humiliation of the two teenagers. Jacki had the brilliant idea of forcing Lynda, who had been misbehaving all night, to fry their bacon and eggs in the nude. By the time she'd finished, her breasts were splattered with grease and covered with tiny burn marks from the hot splatters. Jacki took the weeping girl to the bathroom and shoved her under the shower. She scrubbed her from head to toe, washing off the grease and the residue of the night's events. When she finished, she fingered Lynda to an orgasm that left the blonde weak-kneed on the bathroom floor.

After Lynda, Jacki also scrubbed Honey from her top to her sunburned bottom and then masturbated her to a climax as well. Unlike her cousin, Honey had been very cooperative with Jacki and Becky all night and Jacki considered offering her a job at her Boutique if she'd agree to stay the rest of the summer. Jacki considered Honey's fingering as a reward for good behavior and told the girl so as she dried her off.

"We're gonna leave you here for a while," Becky told them. "But we're taking the phone with us so your beauty sleep won't be interrupted. Your car's still back at the cove, so I'm afraid you're stuck here until I get back this afternoon. If I were you, I'd get to bed and get some sleep, you'll need it tonight." Honey was relieved that the abuse had finally ended, but Lynda was worried about what would happen when the women returned. After they left, Lynda wanted to run away as far and as fast as she could but Honey talked her into waiting. "You said we should get even with them, well tonight's our chance."

They were still there when Becky returned that afternoon. She brought along a couple of bottles of wine and some sandwiches. "Have you gals had dinner yet?" she asked cordially. When they said they hadn't, she opened the wine and the three of them ate together. Becky made a point of being nice to Honey while she poured as much alcohol into Lynda as she could while treating her coolly. The platinum blonde felt Becky's anger and became more concerned about what the night held for her.

The sun had set when two cars stopped in front of the cottage and Jean and Jacki walked in. "Your car's out front," Jacki said, "I left the keys in it, but I don't recommend you try to leave. Jean's car is blocking yours and she locked the doors." Jacki quickly took off her clothes as did Jean. Now that they were all naked, Jacki suggested a game. "Each of you lovelies is going to wrestle each of us. The winner will have the fun of spanking the loser, so I suggest you each try as hard as you can."

In the first match, little 19 year old Honey (5-2 and 106 lbs) faced the petite, 25 year old Jacki (5-1 and 93 lbs). Honey went all-out against a woman whom she'd begun to feel affectionate toward. The night before, as they lay in each other's arms and made love, Jacki sensed Honey's ambivalent feelings. Jacki had turned out many women and girls and she had developed a sixth sense for the ones who were comfortable with their awakening feelings for members of their own sex. This is what she sensed in the little blonde college girl.

Jacki knew how to fight with girls she was in love with, for she and Becky often wrestled until one of them dominated the other and forced her to lick her pussy as a gesture of surrender. She was firm, yet gentle, with Honey, using her years of experience to control the young girl without injuring her or causing her too much pain. Several times, Honey wiggled out of Jacki's grasp and turned the tables on her, but each time Jacki reversed the situation to regain the advantage. Finally, Jacki got Honey on her back and slipped her fingers into the girl's pussy. Honey's hips came up off the floor as she bucked in a futile effort to throw Jacki off. Instead, each time the little blonde bucked her hips, Jacki tightened her grip on the little blonde's love box. When she began to finger Honey's clitoris, the girl went limp and surrendered her body to the dark-haired lesbian. Within minutes, she was writhing in an entirely different way as Jacki took her to a roaring climax. Jacki stood up and bowed toward her friends who applauded her performance. Honey's sweat-slick body lay at her feet, still twitching spasmodically as the spasm's of her orgasm slowly ebbed.

Lynda had seen Jacki's domination of her older cousin and wondered how she'd ever beat Becky. Although they were about the same height and weight (Becky had an inch and 6 lbs. advantages) as in Honey's case Lynda's opponent had years of fighting experience while she had none.

While Jacki had taken it easy on sweet Honey, Becky didn't appreciate Lynda's defiant attitude and set out to teach the recalcitrant high school grad a lesson. She started fast and her first several moves resulted in her knocking the breath out of Lynda and leaving her gasping. From there, she concentrated on the girl's big, soft 38D breasts. After twisting one of the blonde's arms behind her, Becky slowly worked on the nearest of the girl's jiggling jugs until it was red and swollen from the abuse.

A quick move put her on the other side and allowed her to repeat the pummeling on Lynda's other breast. When she finished, the haughty blonde was a slumping, weeping lump of quivering jelly. She wanted to beg Becky to stop, but she couldn't form the words. It took Honey's pleading to finally convince Becky to drop her. Lynda leaned forward and slowly toppled over and fell on her breasts. When she hit the floor, she bounced and passed out from the pain in her chest.

Honey rushed to her cousin, rolled her over and cradled her head in her lap, stroking her cheek as she sobbed, "Oh, Lyndie, Lyndie. What have I done?" Becky pulled the sobbing blonde to her feet and dragged her to the sofa. "You stay right there," she ordered, "Jacki and I'll take care of your cuz while you and Jean dance." Jean reached out her hand to Honey. Afraid to refuse, Honey took it and allowed the big lifeguard to pull her to her feet as Jacki and Becky each grabbed Lynda under an arm and dragged her to the kitchen.

"Do you want to fight," Jean asked Honey, "or are you willing to concede that you can't win and give me something I'd rather have than an easy victory?" Jean's hand went to her pussy and stroked herself, leaving no doubt that she preferred Honey's tongue in her to a meaningless fight. Honey nodded quickly, "I'd much rather suck your pussy than end up like that." Jean smiled, "That's a smart choice. We'd both enjoy it a lot more, I'm sure."

Honey laid on her back and opened her legs, allowing Jean to straddle her face with her knees in the classic "69" position. Jean took her time and used her tongue on Honey in several ways. The young college girl tried to duplicate on Jean's pussy what she was feeling on her own, but she knew she wasn't getting it right. Nevertheless, Jean had a most enjoyable time and after Honey's climax, Jean remained on top of her until the girl could resume licking and finish her off as well.

Meanwhile, out on the kitchen floor, Jacki and Betsy filled two plastic bags with ice and held them on Lynda's swollen tits. As the girl began to wake, Betsy took a cucumber from the fridge and inserted it in the girls pussy. "If she gets too loud," she hissed, "I'll stick another one in her mouth." The women held the ice packs to Lynda's breasts as Jacki twirled the cucumber in her pussy. In spite of her pain, Lynda's hips moved as Jacki gave her pleasure with the vegetable. She climaxed and lay with her head resting on Becky's breast while Jacki pulled out the cucumber and used it on herself.

They returned to the living room and Jacki gave a surprised yelp when she saw her new lover with her tongue in Jean's cunt. "Relax," Jean told her friend, "I was just giving her a lesson in technique. Oooh, oooh, ahhh," she sighed as Honey's tongue flicked her clitoris rapidly. Then she climaxed and collapsed on top of Honey with her grinning face between the blonde's thighs.

"It wasn't much of a fight," Jacki said suspiciously. "That's right," Jean said matter-of-factly, "she's no competition in the fighting department, but I think she's a championship contender in the slit-licking area." "Hey, how about giving me a little of that expert tongue," Becky said as she pushed Jean off and straddled Honey's face herself. Honey sighed and thrust her tongue inside of Becky's moist slit. She licked the woman slowly, increasing her level of arousal with each stroke of her tongue.

Becky had been aroused by her fight with Lynda and it had just gotten worse seeing Jacki use the cucumber on the defeated blonde in the kitchen. Now she was getting her reward for beating the girl. When she climaxed, it was a powerful one that left her drained. She rolled off and lay on her back as she shivered in excitement. "That was good, Jean. I think the girl has a real future as a lesbian." Honey blushed and looked at Jacki for her reaction, but the dark-haired Oriental just glared at her.

"Well," Jacki sneered, "if you've all finished trying to wear out our little Honey's tongue, I'd like to give her ass the beating she deserves. After all, I beat her. Becky, you want to do the other one at the same time, or wait til' I've finished?" Becky laughed, "I think I'd better wait. After all," she looked down at Lynda, "she's still a little groggy. In a few minutes, she'll be in a lot better condition to appreciate the pain I'm going to inflict on her."

Jacki bent Honey over her knee, "I'm sorry to have to do this to you Sweetie, but you've got to learn not to go putting your tongue in every hole that comes by." Both Honey and Lynda's asses were still sunburned from the afternoon they'd spent staked out in the sun. In addition, they both had the brands that Jacki had burned into them with the magnifying glass. As Jacki spanked her, Honey squirmed uncomfortably against the women's knee. The friction the knee against her pussy excited the teenager beyond anything she'd felt since that afternoon in the beach restroom.

As Jacki paddled her, Honey suddenly had an orgasm. Becky and Jean laughed as they saw her surprised and embarrassed expression. Jacki gave her a few more spanks and then pushed her off onto the floor. Lynda had watched fascinated as her cousin climaxed from a mere spanking. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. When Becky took her turn on her, it wasn't nearly so delightful.

Becky beat Lynda's behind until it was as red and sore as her breasts. Then she spanked her a long time more. It wasn't until Lynda's bleating became near-hysterical that she finally eased up. She kept the teenaged blonde bent over her knee for several minutes, slapping her occasionally just to feel her reaction to the unexpected blows. When Lynda offered to do anything, to anyone, that Becky wanted, she finally stopped. "Whadda you think Jean," Becky asked, "Do you think Laura would like to take a turn with this one?"

Jean shook her head, "I don't think it would be a good idea to put the two of them together. Are you crazy?" Becky laughed. "You just want to keep Laura all to yourself, don't you?" Jean shrugged, "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. But that's really none of your business anyway, is it? Besides, I want to get my hands on Honey's sweet ass."

"Wait," Jacki protested, "What gives you the right?" Jean seemed surprised, "Whatta you mean? I beat Honey while you two were in the kitchen doing the other one. Now I want my reward. Don't worry Jacki, I'll leave her in good enough shape to take care of you tonight." But Jacki pleaded with her and Jean finally relented in exchange for a "favor" sometime in the future. Jean and Becky took Lynda to one bedroom while Jacki and Honey used the other. All night, while Becky and Jean used and abused poor Lynda's body in various ways, Jacki made slow, sensuous love to Honey. She whispered to the little girl that she'd like her to become her partner, both in the shop and at home. "There's lots I can teach you, Honey. In a couple of years you'd know the boutique business inside and out. You'd also be my lover with all the benefits that entails."

"With my sponsorship, you'd be introduced at the best lesbian parties on the coast. Believe me, between Betsy and I, we know everyone you need to know to get ahead out here." Honey spent a restless night between Jacki's thighs and under her lips. Despite her initial reluctance, Honey found the offer attractive. She'd been shown a side of herself that she'd never suspected was there. Now that she'd seen that side, she wanted to explore it further and Jacki would be a perfect mentor for that exploration.

The next morning, after Jean and Betsy had left and before Jacki and Honey were awake, Lynda packed her clothes and loaded them in the car. When Jacki and Honey finally came downstairs, they were acting so lovey-dovey that Lynda was nearly sick to her stomach. Seeing Honey lavish kisses on her lover before she departed made Lynda's stomach churn.

"You better make up your mind fast," Lynda warned, "either you're leaving with me this morning or I'm gonna drive off and leave you `cause I'm leavin' in five minutes, with or without you." Honey thought for a few minutes and then trudged slowly upstairs to pack her clothes. As Lynda helped her put them in the car, Honey brushed tears from her eyes. "Forget that bitch," Lynda snarled, "As soon as you get home and get your head straight, you'll forget all about her. You're a victim of your hormones right now. Go home, hop in the sack with the first cute guy you meet and that'll resolve any doubts once and for all."

They drove through town headed for the interstate but were at a stoplight when Jacki, Jean and Becky suddenly appeared beside the car. Jacki seemed upset that Honey was leaving without saying goodbye and said so. "I'm sorry," Honey said hurriedly, "but I have to think about what my Mother would say if she found what I've been up to. I'll never forget this summer, Jacki, I swear I won't. Who knows, maybe I'll come back to see you in a couple of years when I graduate. Right now, I just can't give you all you want. I'm sorry, but . . . Goodbye." She kissed the shop owner long and deep before the light changed to green.

Lynda stepped on the gas and peeled away in a cloud of smoking rubber. "Taa-taa," Becky said as she blew a kiss after Lynda. The blonde drove rapidly, wanting to put as much distance between herself and the cruel lesbians as fast as she could. As she passed Wilson's Cove, the scene of their humiliation of being staked out in the searing sun, she wiped tears of shame and humiliation from her red, swollen eyes.

Honey, however, stared wistfully out the back window as the town receded in the distance. She heaved a deep sigh as she wondered if she'd made the right choice, leaving with Lynda instead of staying to explore her new-found sexuality with Jacki. She hoped that, in time, she'd find out if she'd made the right choice.

(To be continued . . .)