Janet didn't go near the beach for a week. She hung around the house and when the furniture arrived, she helped her mother move the furnishings into the house. Her father never said anything about that night. And just as well.
Yet she could not forget Duke or George. Everything that had happened made her eager to get down to the ocean. Strange sensations dominated her crotch. She couldn't help it. Lying out in the sun made her sweat and when she sweated her cunt became a furnace. She rubbed oil into her skin, which made her feel greasy, and that increased the tingling feeling between her legs. So finally, Janet got up the nerve one day and strolled down the long hill, down to Ocean Beach looking for Duke. He was a good-looking guy, and a surfer to boot. He was the type of guy girls fall madly in love with and write their friends about. Janet didn't have any friends. But that didn't stop her from wishing his big tongue was in her hot cunt hole!
Duke was across from the municipal fishing pier, pitching pennies with a fourteen-year-old kid. After the final toss, Duke scooped up the cash… "Hey, I won!" protested the kid.
Duke just looked at the kid, whose face was broken out with pimples, and laughed. "Big deal. You won and I've got the money. So fuck off." The kid went away, his head bent dejectedly toward the ground, kicking the sand with his bare feet.
Duke jingled the fifty cents in, his closed hand and decided to buy a couple of candy bars for lunch when he spotted Janet lying on the hot white sand.
"Oh, man, this is my lucky day," he murmured. There were lots of chicks swarming over his one-room shack down the beach, but he hadn't been able to shake the image of Janet from his mind. She was a real piece and he fervently wished that George hadn't lost his mind and attacked her in the bar. Not that he blamed George. It had been his intention to start fucking Janet after showing her around, but the bartender had fucked things up and he hadn't figured on seeing her again. But here she was, big as life, with those nice tits and the slender, seductive thighs that made his cock hard just looking. He jingled the change in his hand and sat down in the sand next to Janet.
"Say, baby," he said.
Janet pulled the tortoise-shell sunglasses up on her forehead and felt a spasm of excitement in her cunt. Duke cuddled next to her and nonchalantly rolled on his hip… He faced her and put his hand on her juicy crotch.
"Take it easy," she gasped. His fingers were rubbing her golden twat and she didn't know what to do. If I scream, he'll go away and I'll be embarrassed, she thought. But she couldn't just lie there and let him finger her mound.
"Get away from me."
Duke quickly apologized for his friend George. "I had to beat the shit out of him," Duke said. "Man and he was a tough dude. I could have gotten killed."
Janet wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. "You fought over me?" she said. No one had ever done that before. No one ever knew she existed until Duke came along.
"Come back to the cabin," he said, removing his hand.
When she shook her head, he rose up and shook the sand of himself and started to walk away.
Janet was angry at herself for acting like a prude. You're not a virgin any more, a voice told her. And you aren't some old floozy whose cunt is all worn out. Get out and have some fun. Do it, do it before you're old and washed up like Mother. And then she remembered her mother's sweltering crotch all wrapped around her father's enormous dick, hunching up and down like a sex-crazy rabbit. And Janet was on her feet running after Duke, who was standing by a tree massaging his huge hard-on again.
"Duke," she cried. "Come on! Let's go. I want to see your place again."
He was feeling her hip on the way down the street. His fingers were inside her swimsuit, sending chills to her excited cunt by the time they reached the cabin.
No one was inside.
He put his arm around the shaking girl and kissed the inside of her ear. Her bra came away without a struggle, just a slip of the halter knot and the polka dot garment drooped in his hand. Duke feasted his eyes on her pearly-white tits, then brought her close and popped a nipple between his lips. She was hot as a firecracker.
"Aaaaahhh!" Janet was surprised and slightly shocked to feel his firm lips sucking her pulsating breast. Shocked and terribly excited. Her back was shaking and her butt cheeks squirmed all over the squeaking mattress.
Duke brought his hand down the pretty blonde's back until it rode over the curve of her butt cheek. Man, she was well-built, he thought, tugging on the bikini bottom. She had broad hips and a flat belly which quivered like Jell-o. Her breasts were firm and wonderful. The hard nipple ends pulsated between his teeth.
His tongue slithered from his mouth, curling around her nipple with a suddenness that startled Janet. She wished that he was doing that to her cunt. It was a wet, weird sensation on her nipple. She knew it would be super to have his big, sloppy tongue zinging pleasure into her slit. There was nothing wrong with sucking her cunt. If she sucked on a man's cock until sticky sperm filled her mouth, there was no reason why he couldn't put his face down there between her thighs and lick.
But instead, Duke kept his mouth glued to her tit, working the end into a nice, bulbous state. Janet liked it, she loved it. And he snaked a finger down to her crotch and pushed into her slit.
He felt her stiffen and then sigh. Her legs came apart and her hips started to hump. Man, she was hot to fuck! It gave him a throbbing hard-on just to think of that soft cooze. His fingers were moving and twisting and Janet was going with it. Her knees were wobbly and weak.
"Hurry!" she gasped.
Duke could not resist the girl's wetting cunt, hunching back and forth on the bed and he pulled his mouth away and latched onto her cooze like a sucker fish. His tongue swept through her sopping wet pubic hair and found the pink flesh of her razor-thin slit.
"Aaaaaahh!" Janet was on fire. She squeezed her little cunt as if holding back her pee. She did feel full, as if her bladder were about to burst any moment. But instead of urine, her cunt throbbed with sex. Her channel was all tingly and it felt like a tiny, thrashing animal was holed up and wanted out.
"Lie down!" Duke ordered. He pulled frantically at the string that held up his swim trunks. His cock was as hard as a railroad spike. It stuck straight out from his body, the knotty end pressing against his nylon swimsuit, forming a small tent in his crotch. He wiggled up along her body, his slender hips humping his manly organ at her surprised lips and then he finally freed his prick from the swimsuit and she was staring at his raw, naked cock.
She reached out. Just then his tongue connected with her clitoris.
"Yaaaaaa!" she gasped, hips thrusting forward. She felt his hot, wet tongue slide along her slit and down along her buttocks. Her asshole was as wet and gushy as her cunt. She wriggled against his sucking lips, feeling jolt after jolt of electricity zing through her fetid crotch.
"I can't get your cock," she pleaded.
Duke slurped with his lips and tried again. This time he felt her delicate fingers find his sex wand and she grasped his face with her thighs in appreciation. Her fingers ran up and down the throbbing foreskin, then they found his balls and were stroking him down there. Man, was she fucking great, he thought to himself.
He was surprised that she knew so much about a man's body. But then she left his cock and he wagged back and forth like a metronome until her soft, wet mouth came down around him, covering his shaft like, a glove.
"Goooood, baby!" he shouted. He was surprised to feel her sucking and he lifted his head and inspected the plump lips of her soft, ripe cunny, pumping like a big jellyfish. And then he laughed and spread her butt cheeks and jammed his finger into her tight anus.
Janet exploded like an over wound spring. Her asshole burned, seared for a moment, then opened up, letting him inside. She bucked, trying to move away, but his tongue sucked on her cunt and drove her back. He was working on both ends, exciting her cunt while finger-fucking her asshole, and Janet didn't know what to do. She felt terribly afraid, even terrified of Duke.
"Please don't… don't fuck me back there!"
Boy, he hadn't thought of fucking her asshole! Not when he had so much juicy cunt to play with. But Duke found her butt to be soft and receptive to his finger. Cornholing Janet didn't seem like a bad idea.
Except that his nuts were now inside Janet's mouth and she was rolling them between her teeth, sucking and licking with her raspy, wild tongue while her hand soft-stroked his cock. Man, his pecker was on fire! He didn't know what to do. He wanted to come right then, right in her mouth. Except his shaft was wagging free and he was too hot, too fucking hot.
He jerked her legs apart and pulled from her mouth. He heard her gurgle, then writhe against the finger jammed in her butt. Her thighs spread open, her juicy slit inviting him in. He couldn't resist. Her smell was sensational and her flesh was hot and soft all the way down the sleeve of her cunt.
"Baby, you're hot!" he yelled. "Fucking hot!"
He fed cock into her belly until she flopped around like a skewered fish. He let out a short burst of laughter. "Tell me that doesn't turn you on!" he snorted, rolling his flexing hips.
"Oh, yes, it does! It does!" Janet screamed. She was living a dream. Her body was all silky soft and wet from her fucking. She didn't mind if he fucked her asshole with his finger again. As his cock humped her mound, she thought that might be a good idea. He didn't really hurt that bad anyway.
The bed squeaked underneath their frantic fucking. Then she sucked in her breath as his cock disappeared between her milky-white thighs. For a second neither made a sound. They were joined together by the slow undulations of their bodies mating passionately in the cabin.
Janet was so excited that her juice was gushing all over her silky twat and down into the bedding. Duke lay on top drilling her cunt with his cock. She felt him flex inside her twat.
"Aaaiihhh!"
He roared through the wet, slippery flesh of her humping twat, driving his swollen shaft into her sucking womb, then erupted into her shrinking chasm. White, frothy sperm shot into the sucking hole. He screamed again as his cream spilled inside her quim.
"Goooood!" he shouted.
She lay back, passive, weak, absorbing the punishment of his cock and wondered when it would end. She was at the brink of exhaustion. Not another muscle in her body would move. Something was happening inside her snatch something wonderful and exquisite. His penis stirred in her hot pot and thrill after savage thrill shook her body. Daringly, she raised her fast closing cunt and rubbed her clitoris into Duke's pumping crotch.
"Aaaaahh!!" she moaned. The extra penetration was like a long flame shooting up her chasm. She was so tired of fucking that her ass cheeks fluttered. Her orgasm arrived just in time and crashed down around his fuck stick, gripping him hard. It was sensational! For both of them!
"Ohhhh! Fantastic!" she moaned.
He slipped back and forth against her juices, his hard on now drooping away until he was only semi-hard. The girl rocked her hips back and forth, even after he pulled away and let his prick hang down, his glands touching her tender flesh.
"Lick me clean," he said, holding his shaft with his hand. Quickly, Janet bent to take in his goo.
It splattered against her lips, but she got most of him inside her mouth. His sperm was hot and salty and she drank greedily.
Duke watched the exhausted girl curl around his wilted sex pole. His sperm was draining into her bloated cheeks before being sucked down her flexing throat. He twisted his body so every last drop was consumed by her cunt or her mouth. She was filled with his seed to the brim.
"Beautiful," he gasped, falling away.
And it was. Janet staggered to her feet and veered to the bathroom, her bulging cunt lips making squishing noises as she walked. She closed the door and sat down on the pot and tried to pee.
Nothing happened.
She squeezed her thighs and moved back and forth across the seat and then at last her pee splashed down into the cistern and a great feeling of relief eased through her abdomen.
Suddenly Duke walked in holding his limp cock. A wicked smile crossed his lips as he pointed his hose at her. The end wagged lasciviously. A ripple of fear flashed through her cunt.
"Don't you dare pee on me," she said defensively.
That's what he had on his mind. Then, at the last moment, he decided not to. She had been a great fuck and there was always time for that special pee trip.
"Can't handle it, huh?" he asked.
She made a face. It was such a crude, violent thing to do, and terribly disgusting, too. She stared at the flared end and wondered if she could or not. His cock was limp, flickering like a beached sea eel. She forced the stream of pee into the cistern and sighed with relief as her bladder voided its contents.
Duke released his limp cock. "You'll be back, won't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
Of course she would be back. Where else could she go?