The noon sun glared down on the boardwalk, frying the sunbathers seated on benches along its length. The boardwalk at Daytona Beach was a couple of blocks long. At one end, an amusement park hummed with shooting galleries and with screaming people risking their lives on its rides. The northern end of the boardwalk was quieter, with a vacant and rarely used outdoor stage. Along the front edge of the boardwalk, those strolling or resting on the benches could look out over the two or three lanes of beach traffic between themselves and the gray-green surf.
It was low tide, the spring tourist season, and the beach was hopping. Fishermen cast their lines from the long pier that jutted out into the Atlantic. Teenagers playing with Frisbees dodged the beach traffic to make spectacular catches. Teens ran in and out of the surf, slapping their bare feet on the wet white sand.
The boardwalk area was the nucleus of tourist madness in Daytona Beach, and Fern had always avoided it, preferring her secluded dunes miles north of the city – had always avoided it, that is, until today. Today Penny had dragged her cousin down here. They'd ridden down on their bikes, pedaling endlessly down the hard-packed beach until they had finally arrived at the boardwalk. Now, Fern slumped on a bench, sweating and exhausted.
Penny sat next to her, brushing out her long hair. She tossed her head, and offered the brush to Fern. Fern took the brush and began untangling her own wind-blown hair.
"So many guys!" Penny said. "Just like I heard – guys everywhere. Oooh, look at the cock-bulge that one has!" She stood up to ogle a teen who had passed by.
"Sit down!" Fern said. "He might see you."
"That's what I'm hoping," Penny said. "What's wrong with you, anyway? How do you expect to get fucked if you don't show the hunks you're interested?"
"I thought we came down here to go on some rides. That's what you told my mom." Fern tore at her hair with the brush. "Ouch!"
"Careful, honey," Penny said. "You'll go from blond having fun to bald having no fun. What was I supposed to tell your mommy? Me and Fern are going out cock-hunting?" She chuckled. "Maybe I should have told her the truth. She probably would've come along. We could've got a ride down."
"Cut it out," Fern said. "So my parents do it. They're married. They're supposed to do it."
Fern hadn't slept much last night thinking about the scene in her parents' bedroom. She had sat up most of the night, reviewing the scene in her mind, while Penny had slept soundly beside her, an I-told-you-so smirk on her face.
The worst part of it all wasn't the vision of her parents fucking, however. The worst part was that the scene had turned her on. She couldn't get the image of her dad's huge cock out of her mind. And his balls – those fat swollen balls of his that had flogged her mom's ass as he fucked! Too much!
"Why do you get all red in the face every time I mention either one of your parents?" Penny asked.
"I don't," Fern said. "It's just that you have a dirty mind. Don't you ever think about anything but sex?"
"Not much else," Penny said. "Name me one thing better than a hot cock."
Fern tossed the brush back to Penny. "You're hopeless."
She leaned back, closing her eyes and letting the noises of the boardwalk fill her ears. Might as well be in the middle of a carnival midway, she thought – or out on a freeway. Oh, to be miles from here, up on her dunes! She would lie there relaxing in the sunshine. Nothing to worry her. She'd peek through the sea grasses and watch the surfers dress and undress. She'd watch them piss and jack off. And then she'd rub herself off, pretending they had fucked her.
"He likes you, honey!" Penny said excitedly.
Fern jumped. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. The sun was fierce.
"What?"
"That puppy likes you," Penny said. "Look at the way he's strutting around there, trying to show off."
A bare-chested teen in jeans and sandals was sauntering a short distance down the boardwalk, looking back over his shoulder. His dark eyes appeared to sparkle as his gaze met Fern's. Fern looked away.
"Of course, he's too young for me," Penny said. "I prefer them older – much older if possible."
Fern's heart was pounding hard. She felt herself flushing. Penny was right – that teen wanted her. She could tell by the look in his eyes. The boys in school often looked at her like that. She could tell they wanted her. But they couldn't have her. No-no way they could have her. She wasn't ready for fucking yet. Her pussy ached for cock, but she wasn't ready yet to be fucked.
And their cocks were so big, so hard. They'd rip her apart with their cocks – they'd split her in two. No, not yet.
Maybe she'd be ready after high school – or maybe after college. When she was married, she'd be ready to be fucked. Certainly, she would be ready then. She thought of her dad's monstrous cock ramming in and out of her mother's split-open cunt. How could her mother take that? How could any woman take that?
Penny shook her.
"Fern!" she whispered. "He's almost here again. Smile at him this time. He's hot. His prick's hard, sticking down the leg of his jeans."
Fern trembled. She tried to stop herself, but she couldn't stop trembling. She pushed away Penny's hand.
"Leave me alone," she said. "Just leave me alone."
"What's the matter?" Penny whispered. "Scared? Sure, you are. You're scared!" She laughed. "I'll fix that." She jumped up. "Hi there!"
"Hi!" the boy said.
"I'm Penny, and my girlfriend here is Fern." Penny grabbed Fern's arm and turned her around.
"Hello," Fern said, hardly able to hear her own voice.
She wondered if she'd spoken the word or had only mouthed it. She could sense the teen standing there in front of her, but she was looking past him, gazing at nothing.
"Hi!" the teen said. "I'm Pete."
"Hi, Pete," Penny said, and Fern said hello again too.
"Hey, Pete," Penny said, "you wouldn't mind keeping Fern company for about an hour, would you? I've got to meet somebody, and I hate to leave Fern here all alone. She's a tourist here and all."
"What?" Fern said.
"Just be quiet," Penny said, chuckling. "You didn't know about my little date, did you, honey? Well, Pete here will keep you company – won't you Pete, honey?"
"Well…" Pete said uncertainly.
"Good!" Penny said, tapping Pete on the cheek. "Good boy."
"But Penny, what about the…"
"Meet me back here in an hour or two," Penny yelled over her shoulder. She was already trotting away, her asscheeks nearly gyrating her bikini panties off, her tits bouncing like water-filled balloons.
"But…" Fern tried to protest one last time. But Penny was gone.
"Where you from?" the teen asked.
Fern looked at him directly for the first time. She was still trembling, but not quite so hard. "North of Ormond," she said. "Penny's the tourist – from Chicago. She likes to bullshit people."
"Oh," the teen said. He was trembling slightly himself. He puffed up his chest and sucked in his already tiny waist.
Cute, Fern thought, the way he's trying to look like Tarzan. And she thought his brown eyes were cute too. His eyes matched his hair, and it hung to his shoulders in back and to his eyebrows in front.
"Want some beer?" the teen asked. "My brother's got some up in his van."
"Well…" Fern wavered.
She wanted to tell him that she didn't drink. At least, her parents had never allowed her to drink. But before she could tell him so, the teen was pulling her up by the hand.
"Come on," he said. "It's parked about a block from here, up on the street. My brother works one of the concessions. We'll have the van all to ourselves."
She silently accompanied Pete to his parked van.
The beer was bitter, but for some reason Fern liked it, and by the time she'd finished her can of beer she felt funny inside – loose, bubbly. She giggled for no reason at all.
"Want some more?" Pete asked. His teeth were very white.
"Sure," Fern said. The teen popped open another can of Old Milwaukee and handed it to her. Fern enjoyed the way the little puff of beer mist sprayed from the can as the teen popped off the tab. The van seemed to fill with the scent of it. Fern raised the cold, sweaty beer can to her lips and drank some more.
The teen eyed her, matching each of her swigs of beer with one of his own. His dark eyes appeared to flicker, as if small fires had been built behind them. In the soft golden light of the van, his brown hair took on a bleached blond hue.
The rear compartment of the van where the two of them sat drinking was upholstered in thick red carpet. Thin yellow curtains covered the windows on all sides, allowing plenty of light through while insuring privacy. A foam rubber mattress covered with a soft beach blanket padded the floor of the van.
Fern felt secure, almost as secure as she felt in her secret nest on the sand dunes. She liked being with this boy. He was cute, and she loved the smell of him – sweaty, like a man.
The teen finished his beer and unstrapped his sandals. His feet were very brown, almost browner than his bare torso, as brown as his short nose, as brown as his big hands. He unsnapped his jeans and unzipped them. Fern could see a few curls of dark pubic hair.
"Mind if I take off these jeans?" the teen asked. "They're hot." He lifted his ass and began wriggling out of them.
"No," Fern said.
She was watching him with utter fascination. The teen appeared to be moving in slow motion, and so gracefully. Fern giggled, feeling all ticklish inside.
The boy's prick popped out and snapped up hard against his brown belly. It stood there, pointing straight up in the air and twitching. His prick looked incredibly long, the purplish cockhead tapping above the boy's navel, the thick root of it sweeping down into the boy's swollen ball-sac. Fern had, never seen a prick this close up before. It looked bigger, harder, and smoother than she had imagined any prick would be. She wanted to touch it – but at the same time, she wanted to jump out of the van and run away.
The teen dropped his jeans and sat there cross-legged, watching her. "More beer?"
"No thanks," Fern said, setting down her empty can. "I think I've had enough." Her words came out slowly, like stretched bubble gum. She had to laugh.
The teen laughed too. Then, his face turned funny, more serious.
"Ain't you hot in that bikini? Must be ninety degrees in here. Why don't you take it off and cool off?" His voice trembled ever so slightly.
Fern giggled. "I don't think I should do that. I think Penny's waiting for me. Better go." Again, her words came out all stretched and funny-sounding.
"She said an hour or two," the teen said. "We ain't been here more than fifteen minutes. We got plenty of time. Come on, take off your hot clothes." He showed his white teeth.
Fern giggled again. She really didn't want to giggle, but she felt those tickling sensations inside her skin.
"I'd better not. I'm not that hot."
"Sure you are," the teen insisted. "You've got sweat dripping off your nose." His voice trembled more now. His cock tapped against his stomach like an impatient foot tapping the floor. Fern watched his cock with fascination and a mounting uneasiness. The arrow-shaped cockhead appeared to be swelling like a balloon. Thick veins puffed out along the cockshaft. The boy's nuts rolled slowly in their sac.
"Here, let me help you," the teen said, and his hot paw fell an her shoulder, clawing at her bikini strap.
Fern jumped as if she'd been branded. "Leave me alone!"
The teen jerked his hand away. "I was just trying to help." His voice came out weak, almost a whimper.
Fern sat there, fuming and rubbing her shoulder. The teen looked like a frightened puppy – a puppy, that's what Penny called a younger boy. Fern could see why now. He looked like a puppy that had just been hit with a rolled-up newspaper for pissing on the furniture.
She began to laugh. The teen frowned, looking even more terrified. Fern laughed harder. She held her belly.
"What's wrong?" the teen said. "I don't get it."
Fern roared, rolling on the mattress, hugging her cramping belly. Her laughter came out in slow motion. She rolled in slow motion, feeling dizzy. She was drunk, crazy drunk. This seemed hilarious.
The teen fell on her. His naked body was hot as a furnace, twice as hot as Penny's body had been yesterday. The teen was hard, all bone and muscle. And his cock throbbed against her belly like a red-hot steel pipe. His breath reeked of beer. His teeth were sharp. She could feel his heart like a pounding fist against her breast.
"I want you," the teen muttered. "I wanna feel you naked. I gotta!"
His hard knuckles ground at her spine as he fumbled to untie her bikini top. He was strong for his size, lifting Fern's torso as if she weighed nothing. The bikini top came loose and he ripped it off her tits.
"Ohh, man!"
Fern's tits felt like quivering jelly mounds as they fell free of the bikini cups. She felt shamefully naked. The teen filled his hands with her tits, squeezing and rubbing them. Corkscrews of pleasure shot through her tit flesh. Her cunt contracted. She felt herself melting, going helplessly limp.
"Don't," she muttered weakly, drunkenly. "Don't, Pete. Please let me go." She pushed at his head as a token gesture of resistance, but she knew she was helpless – weak, very weak.
The teen got his hot fingers under her panties and began tugging them down her legs, whispering and muttering to himself in a way that sounded drunk. His flushed cockshaft stuck to his belly as if glued, quivering crazily. A few drops of thick clear liquid oozed down over the back of the cockhead.
He yanked the panties off over Fern's feet, making Fern gasp at her complete nakedness. Na boy, no man had ever seen her completely naked before, at least not since she'd sprouted tits and cunt hair. She clamped her thighs shut, giggling out of embarrassment.
"You're pretty," the teen said, staring at her. He looked her naked body up and down, swallowing hard. "Let me fuck you."
Fern shook her head, still giggling involuntarily. "I don't wanna," she said. "It'll hurt. Your cock is so big."
"No it won't," the teen said. "It'll feel real good. That's what a prick's for – fucking. And that's what a cunt's for, too." He tried to pry her legs apart. "Come on, let me in."
Fern tightened her legs. "It'll hurt. Leave me alone."
The teen looked at her as if he were about to cry. "Come on, Fern. My prick aches. It's gonna split open if I can't fuck you."
"Then let it," Fern said. "Better than splitting open my cunt." She laughed, but she felt uneasy.
The teen crawled up over her, straddling her, sitting lightly on her belly. He was going to beat her up – Fern just knew it. That's what guys did before they raped you – beat you up. The teen grabbed her hand and guided it to his cock.
"Feel it," he said. "See how hot my cock is? See the way it's jumping? My prick aches, Fern. It wants to fuck."
Fern closed her hand around his prickshaft. It jerked in her hand. She couldn't believe how hot his cock was, or how hard it was, or how silky-smooth. Hot juice bubbled out of the slit in the prickhead, making Fern's hand slippery as she felt the boy's cock up and down. She stroked the cock lance in the way she'd seen the surfers stroke their own cocks. The swollen prick shuddered like the back of a stretching cat. Pete groaned, humping his skinny hips.
"Let me fuck you before I come!" Pete said. "You've got me so hot, Fern. I've never been so hot!"
Fern smiled uneasily, but she felt less giddy than before. Heat flushed through her face now, and she realized that she was trembling. She felt herself sobering. She swallowed hard. Her cunt ached, filled with hot pokers of sensation. She stroked Pete's cockrod faster, licking her lips as she watched the purple prickhead throb, watched the piss-slit open like a mouth. She expected to see white gobs of jism burst out at any moment. She squinted, in case some of the stuff flew at her eyes.
"Please, Fern," the teen whined. "Oh, please! I ain't never fucked before. I just gotta do it!"
"Sorry," Fern said, and she leaned forward to kiss the head of his cock. The boy's pre-cum was sweet, and she licked across the piss-slit to taste some more.
"Wowww!" the teen said. "Oh, mannn!"
And he fell forward, ramming his cock at her lips. He shinnied up over her tits and straddled her neck, continuing to jab his cockhead at her mouth.
Fern twisted her head away from the dripping cock. As the purple-headed cockrod thrust at her, it appeared to grow bigger and bigger. It became a monster, a hot, dripping, murderous monster.
"Let me go!" Fern wailed. "Let me go!"
Pete's cock filled her mouth, gagging her. She gasped for breath.
"Feels good!" Pete said. "Suck it, Fern. Suck it and lick it. Mmm!"
He humped, shoving his cock into Fern's throat, bouncing his nuts on her chin. His cock leaked pre-cum, and the hot boy-fluid coated Fern's throat as it trickled down into her stomach.
Fern's jaw ached. She thought her lips would split. The boy's cock was as thick as a wrist. He might just as well have shoved his fist into her mouth, the way he was stretching her lips. And his cock was so hot. It burned the roof of her mouth, burned her tongue.
"Lick under the cockhead," Pete said, wiggling his ass. "Suck it a lot under the head. That's where it feels best."
Fern darted the tip of her tongue at the backside of the prickhead savagely. She would lick him just as he wanted. She'd wear his cockhead right off.
Pete bucked his hips, driving his cockshaft down her throat, grinding his balls at her chin, scouring her nose with his pubic hair.
"Feels good," he gibbered. "You're doing good. Oh, I love it – love getting my cock sucked!"
Fern gagged and choked, gagged and choked, at times nearly passing out from lack of air. The boy's pre-cum ran down her throat in periodic bursts, as if small dams had burst inside his loins, releasing their reservoirs of boy-juice. His smooth, slick cocklance pistoned in and out of her mouth and throat, fucking her face as easily as if it were fucking her cunt. The big cock pounded in and out, throbbing rhythmically.
Fern's resistance loosened. Her mouth and throat relaxed her tongue flapped lazily at the backside of the boy's sliding cock. She swallowed his pre-cum when it flowed. She opened her eyes and watched his brown abdominal muscles contracting above her, watched his face contort, watched his eyes roll.
As she relaxed, as she gave up and stopped resisting, she began to feel the sensations caused by the boy's mouth-fucking. Her lips, her throat, the entire inside of her mouth – all tingled with sensations she had only felt before in her loins. She became aware of her nipples tingling, and she began to rhythmically clamp her legs together, squeezing her inflamed cuntlips and clit between them, milking the sexy feelings out of her cunt.
Her cunt was hot. It was drooling pussy juice. She was slippery between the legs. Her cuntlips squished together. Fingers of hot cunt juice ran down and tickled her asscrack. She was suddenly enjoying sucking the boy's long horny cock. She didn't care if he fucked her face all day. She would just lie here and enjoy it.
She felt flutterings against her lips – little heartbeats at the base of the boy's cockshaft. She inhaled the heavy, musky scent of his curly-haired groin, a mixture of sweat and of something else, of something distinctly boyish, distinctly masculine. She felt zinging vibrations transferred from the boy's cock down through her tongue and lips. She listened to the teen muttering – telling her or himself or the world about how good it felt to be fucking a girl's mouth, about how good it felt to get your prick sucked by a pretty girl.
Fern relaxed even more, cooing deep in her throat. She rubbed the boy's grapefruit-sized asscheeks, juggling the smooth little orbs in her palms. She stroked his lower back. His skin was hot, and she felt prickles of excitement pass into her hands. His cock flexed, almost lifting her head off. His ass shuddered.
"I'm coming!" he gasped. "I'm coming!"
Fern jumped, unprepared for the flood of spurting jism that filled her mouth and throat. The stuff was warm, and it shot out of the boy's pulsating cock like water out of a squirt-gun.
"Ohhh, mannn!" the teen moaned. "Suck it out!"
Fern sucked, swallowing one hot spurt of cum after another. The jism was sweet and salty, alkaline-tasting, unlike anything she'd ever before tasted. She thought it tasted like boy – like the essence of boy. She sucked hungrily, greedy for all he could give her, all the jism he could feed her. She loved his warm, spurting cum. It was like something she'd been craving the taste of all her life. She mouthed the pulsating cock and sucked. More! she thought. More! Give me all of it!
Pete gasped. His body shuddered. More hot cum shot down Fern's undulating throat, rolling down into her stomach, nourishing her.
Fern cooed and sucked, moaned and sucked.
All of it! She thought. All of it! Mine! All mine!