It was a short distance back to the cabin, but to Janet it seemed like miles. Fog blew in, covering Ocean Beach with its dense wetness. It was like a shroud covering the two lovers who walked hand in hand.
Janet's breasts swayed under the halter, the red nipples aching as the material rubbed them raw. Janet felt a swelling in her abdomen and a slick, wet sensation between her thighs. Her panties were dripping wet from her excited cunt.
She thought about Charlie. What kind of man was he? He was good-looking and probably had a good-paying job and a lovely wife. Why did he sneak out to a beer bar and pick up girls like herself? What was it that drove men to commit adultery? She thought about Charlie and realized that she didn't know the first thing about him.
He squeezed her hand. He would have been surprised at Janet's concern. Because he cared nothing about Janet. She was just another cunt. A beautiful young cunt with a willing mouth and nice tits and a ripe melon for an ass. What did Janet do to amuse herself? Maybe played tennis or made those cute little nothings that the old ladies and worthless beach bums sold at crafts fairs.
Charlie was hot, too hot. He had waited too long. Nothing could stop him from dipping his wick into Janet's cute little inkpot. As they neared the cabin, his dick rose up in his pants. The glands hurt unbearably. He wanted to stick the big round end of his cock into her cunt and make her undulate like a snake underneath him. He was going to fuck her cunt until she screamed. And then he might fuck her asshole too!
"Let's go," he said grabbing her under the arm. He was in a hurry and he didn't want to wait a minute longer. He pulled her roughly by the arm.
Janet saw Duke accept two twenty-dollar bills. She would see only ten of that and she felt cheated and used. If Charlie weren't so demanding she would talk to Duke about the money. Unfortunately, she didn't have much choice.
Because Charlie was ripping her clothes off.
His fingers found the knot in her halter and he pulled down hard, tearing the fabric into shreds. She gasped, turning around, trying to get away from the madman who tore at her, but without much luck. His hand swept through her warm crotch, his fingers grabbing her tight-fitting shorts. He yanked them down roughly. The seams strained, then gave way. Janet turned away, trying to hide the dark wet stain at the center pf her panties.
The rustling noise behind her was Charlie. There were more sounds and Janet realized they were not alone in the room. Against the walls, lying clutched together in each other's embrace, were a dozen or so people. She listened: the soft, sucking noises of flesh receiving flesh stirred her ears. There was no groaning, at least not yet.
Charlie snapped his head around. The room was rank smelling from the orgy going on. His cock was throbbing again and he pulled the girl close feeling her tremble.
I should fuck her right here, he thought. Right in the middle of all these mad cap teenie boppers. It would serve her right being here with her own kind.
He didn't know what made kids tick these days. Twenty years ago when he was a kid, it was big stuff just holding a girl's hand and kissing her good night after a movie. Now the little bastards were fucking each other in broad daylight. And with no shame! He had seen two teenie boppers barely in their teens the other night on the beach fucking the hell out of each other. It was crazy, these kids.
It made him mad as hell to think he was born too late. He envied Janet and her kind; envied their youth and freedom and their casual lifestyle. He worked like a bastard eight hours a day and for what?
Trembling, he grabbed his cock. Janet was going to pay her dues. He was sick and tired of feeling envious of a bunch of naked, drug-smoking punks.
"Take me," he ordered. "Take my cock!"
He pushed her face down to his crotch. His hose almost came alive in her mouth. He grabbed her cruelly and drove into her face.
"Like that?" he asked. It was criminal what he was doing. He doubted if she was eighteen, which meant his ass was in a sling if the cops busted the cabin. Well, that was the chance one took.
He watched with avid fascination as Janet gave him a head job. She never denied his wishes. He used her mouth whenever his dick got hard. She was no different from the other girls. Fuck them in the mouth or in their cunt or up their ass… they did what he wanted.
To prove it, he pushed her to the floor and got down on his knees before her spread thighs and finger fucked her cunt. The tulip lips of her twat spread for his driving fingers and soon she was moving with his stroking. Her thighs went up and down to a magical beat.
"You're just like a house pet," he mumbled.
Janet didn't object. All around were the sounds of lovemaking. Charlie's strong hand gripped her roughly and when he drove into her cunt she nearly screamed out in shock.
Her hole was drippy wet. His fingers jammed her hole, stretching out the tight, wet skin. His fingers pushed further and further into her sucking cunt. It made her swelled slit open out and mushroom around his fingers which moved in and out of the greased hole.
"Aaaahhh!" Janet groaned.
It felt funny. Good, but funny. The elastic walls of her sleeve made a snug fit for his hand. She writhed back and forth trying to roll over on her belly so his hand had to come underneath to fuck her cunt. She loved the reverse position. It made her vagina squeeze down even tighter around him. And the back and forth motion of his hand through her butt was sensational!
She squeezed her legs together and began twisting and jabbing so his fingers went in and out of her vagina like a real cock. She was horny for Charlie's dick. How big he was in her mouth! His shaft probably still glistened with the tender, thick juices of her mouth. He would go into her snatch without a hitch. But it was not her job to tell Charlie how to fuck. His hand went into her cunt an incredible distance – until she felt stuffed almost to her throat. And the feeling was great. Her slit leaked juice down into her thatch of pubic hair and onto the floor, forming a greasy spot for her to rub her clitoris on. She bit her lip and enjoyed the thrill of his finger fucking. She would wait for his hard cock. After all, he couldn't deny himself forever.
And Charlie couldn't. Each movement of the girl excited him more and more. He wanted to fuck, yes, indeed, he wanted to fuck her until she screamed for mercy.
Desperately, he fingered her squirming crotch while jerking his shaft. She was crazy, this bitch. No woman would put up with the things he had done. For a second his cock twitched and he thought his sperm might shoot out the end of his knurled cock and spatter her ass cheeks.
He remembered how his good buddy Biff Anderson had taken on those two girls. And the dildo. That's what it took to satisfy his lusts. He wanted to dildo Janet's asshole.
He pulled his fingers from her wet slot and slapped her buttocks.
"Ouch!" Janet said. Twisting on her ample rump, she looked up at Charlie, but through the darkness could only see the end of his cock and the hand that went up and down the shaft. She reached for the knurled end with her mouth and was pushed back to the floor.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
His hand slid between her cheeks, the hard edge of his hand slicing through her ravine. Desperately, she reached behind her arched thighs, grasping with her hand. Then he pierced the raisin like hole of her butt with a jab of his finger and she collapsed. His finger jerked back and forth, using her asshole like a cunt. It burned all the way up her back. Her nipples went hard as glass thimbles against the floor. She spread her thighs, corkscrewing her hips against his hard-riding finger.
She swelled up inside. She seemed lighter, dizzier. The jolts of pain up her asshole turned to pleasure. It excited her and Janet didn't know why. His finger ramming her butt took her breath away. She struggled helpless under his domination, his finger jammed into her asshole like a baton which he moved up and down and all around.
"How is it?" he asked.
"Uh! Please, I can't… talk!"
Charlie battered her asshole and wished he had the dildo instead of his puny finger up her butt. He saw the sliver of light shining under the bathroom door. A smile crossed his cruel lips. He jammed Janet's shitter.
"Move!"
The pain was too great to resist. Slowly, she crawled forward across the floor. She wiggled like an alligator across the smooth planking. Her swelled cunt mound and bloated tits tingled as they dragged along the ground. What was he doing? Had he gone mad?
His finger hurt like hell way up there in her butt and no amount of humping or butt squeezing could make the pain go away. He rode behind her, jamming his fingers into her asshole, directing her movements with sudden, darting movements.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. They were at the bathroom door. He opened the door knob and she crawled in.
Janet wanted to cry. She needed to be fucked now! She couldn't live without it. She just had to have it. Not his finger. That didn't feel good any more. Her asshole hurt like hell. She wanted his cock where it belonged – in her cunt. She wanted him there between her legs, between the swollen lips of her cunt!
"Hurrrrry!" she moaned.
Slowly Charlie retreated from her gleaming butt. He listened to her heavy breathing and felt the lust brimming in his chest. Slowly Janet rolled on her hip, her eyes staring dully up at the droopy hose length of cock.
"Please!" she mumbled.
He pointed his cock at her crotch and waited. It didn't take long. The first few droplets of pee spurted out on her belly. It was sensational as the drops turned into a torrent of fast-flowing pee.
Janet looked up, shocked beyond words. And then the pee splashed everywhere and she was drenched.
In his pee!