The year was 1974 and as was her family's tradition, they all packed up each summer and spent the entire vacation on Cape Cod. As her father had a successful law practice he needed to attend to, she was usually alone during the week with her sister and mother, until Friday nights when her father would join them for the weekend. Denise was almost 16 that summer; her sister was 21 and her mother a very young, and lovely, 39 years old. Each of the females in the house was gorgeous in their own way, and as I found out as I heard more of Denise's stories, each was highly sexual and seductive toward any man that crossed their paths.

However, Denise at that time was just coming into full bloom, and beginning to grasp the degree to which sex would come to rule her life. She never got much beyond five feet tall, but she had a full, soft ass, delicate sexy legs, and a firm muscular body as a result of her tomboy up bringing. That summer her long brown hair was to her waist, and her breast had swelled to match in proportion, if not in actual size those of her busty sister and mother. I saw a few pictures of her and she was an incredibly sexy package.

Denise's mother and sister had friends and activities that rarely included her, so she was always bored. Beyond going to the beach and reading there was little for her to do. She would often lie up in her bed room over looking the beach and masturbate as she watched the various men walk past her house on the way to the water. She remembers she was constantly horny that summer, and these sessions would take the edge of for a short while, but ultimately only serve to make her more frustrated.

Like any other young girl that age with time and money on her hands, she was always looking for company, and usually the company of men. However, as she came from a very strict and controlling family that would frown on her being too obvious or cheap in her attempts to draw men to her, she had to bet her attention and approval on the sly, with out her mother knowing what she was up too. Still, like any other nave young girl looking for male companionship and approval, she was destined to be drawn toward older and more dangerous men, and that is exactly what happened.

Her families beach house was along a strip of the Cape where houses alternately loomed above the ocean on high bluffs, or lay in clusters near the tidal inlets. It was a good 5 miles of land mass, and a girl walking along looking for shells was destined to bump into men and boys of various income and social levels. It was on one of these walks when she met Dave and Victor, two local punks whose families lived near the beach area, and whose brothers and friends were always in scrapes with the local police for various reasons. To associate with them was dangerous and foolish for a girl of her age and social status, but as so often happens, that danger only made them more attractive to her.

Dave was a tall, fair-haired kid, maybe 18 or 19 years old at that time, who worked at a local gas station. He was muscular, with dark brown eyes and a dangerous smirk that never seemed to leave his face. Victor was part Portuguese, and was not as tall as Dave, but solidly built and muscular. He had dark, powerful features and coal black hair, and his stare made Denise's stomach do a flip as he looked right through her. They asked her if she was there for the summer or a townie, and she explained how her family owned the house but only came summers. I guess that makes you a bit of a townie. said Dave with a warm smile, and after talking and walking a bit they asked her if she wanted to go out for a ride with them that night and meet up with some friends.

She hesitated, knowing her mother and sister would never approve of these two guys, but she recalled they were going to be going to a play in Hyannis that evening, and that she was going to be alone again, so she agreed, but told them to not show up until after 6 when her mother was gone. As she walked back down the beach toward her house her pussy was actually damp and throbbing at the thought of being with two boys as dangerous as these were, but the thrill of it overwhelmed any sense of caution she might have had, and she prepared herself for an exciting night.

As six o'clock rolled around her mother and sister had left for the play with their friends. She was told they would be back after midnight, and to make sure the porch light was left on for them. Denise suspected both of them were meeting other men for the evening, and she later found out they had, and this suspicion only fueled her own desire to live as dangerously as her mother and sister seemed to live. She had on a halter top with a light cotton shirt loosely over it, tiny jean shorts and a pair of clog sandals. Her long brown hair was gorgeous and she applied a bit of extra make up, even though at that time few girls wore it as it wasn't a socially correct thing to do. Soon enough they roared up to the house in their souped up Chevy, a real white trash mobile, with headers roaring and radio blasting.

Denise swallowed hard, knowing there was danger ahead, but she felt that same hot throb in her pussy and she ran down the driveway to meet them. Climbing in between the two muscular young men, pressed between their bodies, they handed her a Schlitz beer and roared off into the late afternoon sunlight.

As you might imagine from the location, beach parties were a very common occurrence, particularly among young people who were drinking and drugging illegally. The three of them rode about town for a hour or so, with Dave driving recklessly to scare and impress Denise, consuming several beers and stopping at a miserable little shack of a house, where Victor purchased a very large bag of grass. Denise was both intimidated and excited as she had never smoked it before, and as they arrived at the beach where the party was going to occur, the boys lit up several joints and instructed her in the fine art of smoking really powerful hash. It was now dark and the only light was the moon and the light of the matches and roaches.

The boys were each rubbing one of her legs as she became totally stoned on the hash, and the throbbing in her pussy was now a steady, low burning fire that threatened to consume her as she fought to retain some control of her senses. A couple of other cars rolled into the beach parking lot, all recognizing each other, and the boys had her exit the car and head down the beach to where a larger group of kids were making a small fire and drinking heavily. To her recollection Denise said there was maybe 12 to 15 guys and maybe 8 or 9 girls, most of them much older than she was.

She was now totally stoned on the hash and beer, and was trying as hard as she possibly could to talk and make any kind of sense, but the boys knew her condition and told her she should go down to the water and rinse her face a bit. Dave walked with her and as they got to the water her grabbed her waist and proceeded to mash his lips over hers, and suck the breath out of her. Denise was so hot she almost came from the kiss and the feel of his stone hard cock pressing through his jeans into her bare midriff. She was totally overcome with lust, hash and booze so there was only surrender to this young, horny man, and before she knew it her halter was up around her neck and he was sucking her tender, horny nipples. Just as she was about to totally surrender herself to his lust, he pushed her away and yelled "Shit. Cops!" and sprinted to his car, leaving her lying on her side in the sand, her halter around her shoulders, and head spinning wildly.

A floodlight combed the area and a P.A. speaker told them all to clear the beach and return to their cars. Of course being kids with illegal substances, they ignored everything that was requested of them and piled into their cars, which had been backed off the parking lot and behind a low sand dune to avoid detection if the police patrol showed up at the beach. Denise was still stumbling, pulling her halter down and trying to get to the cars when a big cop grabbed her by the back of her jeans shorts and tossed her face down in the sand. If you move a muscle little girl I'm going to cuff you and take you to jail, now lie there until I get back for you! He yelled as he flashed his light into her dazed face.

Denise was terrified but complied with his order, and lay there crying in fear and betrayal that her new friends would so quickly desert her. A quick scan of the beach brought her to the realization that she was the only one caught! Seeing that, she got up and started to run again, when once again she heard footsteps behind her and the big cop pushed her hard in the back and knocked her face down in the sand. "I fucking told you not to move!" he growled. This time he stood over her, panting from the effort of running hard in the soft sand. Your buddies may have gotten away but your going to pay the price for this mess young lady he said as he pulled her to her feet and marched the sobbing, sand-covered girl to his patrol car.

As he got to the car he took his cuffs and snapped one on her wrist tight and then took the other end and clipped it to the door handle. Glowering at her in anger he turned and headed to the beach, leaving her crying and shaking, as he collected cases of beer, bags of pot, etc. and loaded each item into his trunk. Once everything was loaded, he made a careful inventory of the items, and then walked to the terrified girl who was slumped against his car. Oh god, she thought, What would her father do to her when he got the call to come bail his daughter out of jail! This was the end, the absolute nightmare of her young life, and she cried miserably as the cop silently filled out his paperwork and then closed the trunk of his cruiser.

With out a word he took the cuff off the doorknob, spun her around, and cuffed her behind her back. Then, covering her head, he pushed her into the seat next to his, closed the door, and walked around to his side and got in. Sitting in the darkness, with the smell of cigarettes and sweat, and the only sound the occasional chatter on the police radio, she silently sobbed and cried. What are you going to do with me? She finally managed to say. No answer came from the impassive officer as he wrote ticket after ticket after ticket. Finally, he went through a list of questions for her:, Name, address, age, etc. Eventually he got to the serious questions. Did you know that there were five different illegal substances in use at this party? Did you know that its a crime to possess such materials? Do you know you're a minor and what your penalty will be? On and on he went until she was once again crying hysterically and pleading with him to let her go, just this once. That she didn't even live in the area and she would never come back..

That last bit of information piqued his interest, and he laid the tickets down and started the engine of the car. He radioed the station and informed them that there had been a party at the beach, that he had cleared the scene, had control substances and would be bringing them in as evidence against the party goers in the event they were caught. In her haze and panic Denise failed to notice that he had given no information to the station about her arrest, and as he drove off he signaled he would be silent and on break for an hour.

As they headed toward the station the Denise dared to look at him for the first time. He was in his 30's, tall, powerfully muscular and had dark hair. His face was average but his body was very attractive. He started a dialogue with her as he drove saying that he wasn't sure she wasn't hiding any other drugs on her, and that he was going to have to check before he got to the station and make sure she was clean. Pulling into a wooded path off the main road he drove deep into the scrub pine and oak woods that cover the middle of Cape Cod, until he finally reached a small clearing and he turned the car around.