Fern marched from one end of the boardwalk to the other. The noon sun made the concrete warm under her feet. The wind tugged at her hair. She winced upon hearing another wolf-whistle.
A group of boys had been whistling and shouting at her for the last ten minutes from their perch atop the upper deck of the boardwalk. She feared looking at them. That would only encourage them. It was a bad day all around. Penny had once again slipped away without Fern being able to tail her. Pete had apparently stood her up. And the new bikini Penny had insisted she buy was cutting into her cuntslit. It was much too tight and much too small.
The new bikini was white, as white as the puffy clouds that floated above in the noonday sky. It made her tan look twice as dark, made her hair look twice as blonde. But it was tiny – extremely tiny – and it was a size too small, besides. She had tried to tell that to Penny in the swimwear shop when she'd tried it on, but Penny knew better. How did she expect to get the boys' cocks waving if she was going to buy another baggy bikini? And Fern had given in. She always gave in. Penny had had her own way about everything all week long. Fern was disgusted with herself.
Well, for what the thought was worth – by tomorrow night Penny would be gone, flying the friendly skies back to Chicago. And she could stay there the rest of her life, for all Fern cared. Fern didn't care if she ever saw her smart-mouthed cousin again.
"Hey sexy, why don't you come on up here and talk to us?"
Fern purposely looked out at the beach, looked in the opposite direction, pretending she hadn't heard the boy's taunt.
Another whistle. "Hey baby, I can see half your hot ass!" Laughter. "Woweeeeeee!" More laughter. Another whistle.
Fern strode toward the carnival area of the boardwalk. She was sure all eyes on the beach and boardwalk were staring at her now. Why didn't those assholes shut up? Couldn't they see that she hadn't the least intention of even acknowledging their existence? She felt completely naked, completely exposed. The bikini barely covered her nipples. In fact, she had to continually hike up the tit-cups to keep the upper parts of her cherries from showing. And in back – she knew the teen was right – half her ass, crack and all, was gyrating under the white glare of the sun as she walked. It's Penny's fault, all Penny's fault. Where in the hell is the bitch, anyway? Fern had half a mind to jump on her bike and ride the long stretch of beach home without her. Penny might learn a lesson that way.
Penny had pulled the same trick all week – drag Fern along to the boardwalk, then suddenly disappear, abandoning her for two hours. What Penny did during those two hours she would only talk of vaguely. "Got me a man," she would say – and that's all. But from the wicked glint in Penny's eyes, Fern guessed there must be more to it than that. And Fern was curious, dying to know what it was that Penny had been up to. Today, with Pete not showing up, Fern would have had the chance to find out more, but Penny had disappeared like a genie during the few seconds Fern had taken to fill her mouth from the drinking fountain. And now Fern was out here all by herself. What was she to do for the next two hours?
At the carnival end of the boardwalk, Fern went down some steps to walk on the beach. One thing she had to do during the next two hours was take a piss, and now was as good a time as any. After the long bike ride down here, her bladder had filled up. Then too, she'd anticipated fucking Pete in the back of his brother's van again today, and her horniness, added to her full bladder, seemed to increase the need to relieve herself. As she walked up the beach, past sunbathers on beach towels and hordes of walkers and automobiles, she resisted an urge to grope her aching pussy. Suddenly, she needed to piss very badly, and the bikini panties cutting into her cuntslit only made her feel worse.
She headed toward the northern end of the boardwalk, the quiet area with the outdoor stage. Shown sure she remembered toilets in that area, quiet, seldom-used toilets. The toilets opened off a secluded, tunnel-like hallway that flanked the stage. She wouldn't dare use the main toilets in the central area of the boardwalk. That pack of smart aleck boys was seated on the upper boardwalk, just above those toilets. She wouldn't go over there if her bladder were bursting. In fact, she was slipping along the beach below the boardwalk right now to avoid having them see her again.
When she reached the stage area, she climbed the rock steps up onto the boardwalk and slipped into the passageway to the toilets. The passageway was cool and damp, refreshing after the pounding of the hot sun on her head and shoulder. She found the rest room and pushed the door open. The room was blessedly deserted. As the door swung shut behind her, the din of traffic and carnival and human hordes stopped like a suddenly switched-off tape recording. She heard only the slow, soothing dripping of a faucet.
She pulled off her panties and eased her ass down on the one toilet in the restroom. There was no door on the toilet stall. With a sigh of bliss, she let her piss go. It hissed out into the toilet in an endless waterfall, and her loins filled with the pleasure of relief.
Fern sat on the toilet awhile after squeezing out the last of her piss. A few drops of piss still dripped from her blonde cunt hairs.
She thought of Pete, wondering what had become of him today. Every day since that first day he had fucked her, he had been waiting for her at that bench on the boardwalk where they'd first met, had been waiting for her at noon like a faithful dog awaiting its mistress. And then, each day, he had stuffed his cock in her pushy, had fucked her good and proper, like a faithful stud. She couldn't get enough of his cock. Now that she'd lost her virginity, she craved cock like she never had before. She awoke in the middle of the night, her mind obsessed with visions of fucking, spurting cocks, and she rubbed herself off repeatedly to allow herself to sleep.
Oh, Peter, my angel, she thought. Where are you? How can you abandon me like this? She felt not only forlorn, but extremely horny, and she began to rub her finger up and down her cuntslit. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall behind her. The hot feelings swirled up through her pussy, and she rubbed her pussy harder, spreading her legs until her knees braced against the sides of the stall.
The rest room door squeaked open.
"There's our honey cunt," a voice said, and the face of a wicked-looking teen appeared at the half-open doorway.
Fern clamped her legs shut and dove for her panties, trying to cover herself with them. "Get out of here!" she shouted. She tried to sound authoritative, but her voice trembled. "This is a women's room. Get out of here."
The teen chuckled, pushing his way into the room. Behind him, two more boys pushed in, nearly stumbling over the first boy. They gawked at her like zoo visitors trying to get a good look at an exotic animal.
"I'll be!" the first teen said. "She was jerking off." And they all looked at each other as if they'd never heard of such a thing.
The three of them were dressed in dirty frayed cut-off jeans, so short that the pockets hung out the legs. Their cocks bulged in their jeans like bunched socks. All three boys had long, shaggy hair, either natural blond or sun bleached, and all three looked grubby and sweaty, as if they'd spent days in the sunshine and salty sea wind. All of them were about eighteen, and they looked smart-ass tough.
"You like jerking off?" the second teen said, grinning at her.
"I'll scream if you all don't get out of here," Fern said, her voice getting more uncertain with each word.
And they all laughed at her, laughed as if she'd told them a big joke. She realized, then, that these were the boys who had been taunting her from the upper boardwalk.
"Take off your top and let me see them knockers of yours," the third teen said.
"Please," Fern said. "Let me out. My dad's waiting for me outside."
They were silent for a few seconds. Then the third teen laughed roughly, and the other two joined him. "Now let me see them knockers," he said again, and he took a step towards her. His hands and feet were huge, and he had firm brown muscles that were thick with veins.
"OK!" Fern said. "Just stay away."
She reached back and untied her bikini top, slowly letting the tit-cups slide off. The bikini top fell to her lap, and the cool air of the room nibbled at her tits. She felt shamefully naked.
"Man!" the teen said. "Look at them knockers! Shit!" And the other two boys muttered in agreement. Fern could feel their eyes all over her.
"Spread them legs," the first teen said, his tongue hanging halfway out of his mouth. "Let's see that horny fuckhole!"
Fern was about to beg them again to let her go, but they were all leaning forward, ready so pounce on her, and she could do nothing else but do as they said. Her knees touched the walls of the toilet stall, and she felt the air probe between her pussylips like cool fingers.
"Shit!" a teen muttered. "Beautiful!" And the room echoed with smacking lips and words of lust.
Fern stared toward the boys' feet, afraid to look up at them, afraid of the lust and meanness she was sure to see in their face. Their huge feet rippled with veins and thick tendons, their big toes black with street grease. Then their shorts fell, one after another, covering their dirty feet until they stepped out of them. Fern knew that the boys were naked now, their cocks waving in the air like clubs. She could smell their balls.
"Ever suck cock?" one of the boys asked, stepping toward her like a panther.
She looked up just in time to see the writhing muscles of his veined belly move against her face. His big cockhead slapped against her cheek, burning it. He filled his hands with her hair and yanked.
"I asked you if you, ever sucked cock!" The other boys laughed.
"Yes," she squeaked, and the teen yanked her hair again.
"Little slut!" he said, and he rammed his cock at her mouth, bruising her lips against her teeth. "Suck my prick!"
He rammed again, and Fern's mouth opened automatically, and his thick cockrod sank into her throat, choking her. As she struggled for breath, struggled, to control her gagging, all the boys laughed, and the teen fucking her mouth started banging his belly at her face.
"Give it to her!" one of the boys said excitedly.
"Drown her with your cum!" the other urged. And they laughed like hyenas.
Fern chomped down on the boy's cock, wanting to bite it off. It was a huge piece of prickmeat, longer and thicker than Pete's – and it was steel-hard, tasting of sweat. The head of his cock throbbed in her throat like a heart.
"Oh, baby," the filthy teen said, "suck that cock! Hey, man, you're a real sucking slut."
He yanked her hair, making tears run from her eyes. His heavy balls banged her chin. His wiry, sweat-scented groin ground at her nose. The other boys whooped and clapped.
"Come on, man," one of the boys snarled, "choke her with jizz."
"Yeah, man, don't hog her," the other said. The teen raping Fern's mouth muttered fuck-words to himself, screwing his bucking cock in and out. All at once, he braced himself on the rim of the toilet and forced his big toe up her cunt.
Fern gasped. Despite the situation, despite her fear and loathing, a shiver of lust shot through her cunt.
"He's toe, fucking her!" one of the boys said. "Man, look at that hot chick's cunt – sucking his toe like crazy!"
"Hey, man," the other said with a laugh, "you've got pussy juice dripping off your big toe, man!" And the teen sliding his cock in and out of her throat laughed, jerking her head faster over his cockshaft.
"She's like hot liver inside, man," he said, wiggling his toe in hard circles.
And Fern felt her eyes roll. Her entire crotch and asshole filled with throbbing sensations. It wasn't only the filthy boy's big toe fucking the sensitive meat of her cunt, but it was his big salty cock massaging her lips and gums and the walls of her throat – it was both these things which were filling her with lust – a raging lust.
All at once, Fern wrapped her arms around the boy's ass. She wanted his cum now, wanted to taste the thick salty stuff gushing down her throat in hot streams. She inhaled deeply of his masculine scent. She sucked hard, churning her tongue at the underside of the boy's thick cockrod, licking him exactly in the way Pete had taught her to lick.
The teen went crazy, almost dancing on one leg. The big toe of his other foot plunged in and out of Fern's cunt as if it were a cock. The teen gasped. His loins shuddered. His cock flashed with a teeth-shattering hardness. Heavy bursts of cum glutted Fern's throat. She gagged.
The other boys clapped, shouting for the fucking teen to drown her. Fern swallowed as fast as she could manage, her mouth filled with the scent and taste of cock and jism. Still, she couldn't swallow it all. The boy's cum was too thick; it was coming too fast. She felt gobs of the precious stuff leak from her mouth and roll down her chin. A sticky gob of cum glued itself to her tit. Another hot gob splattered on her nipple. A mass of thrills shot through her tits and cunt flesh simultaneously, and she spasmed.
She let herself go now, groaning loudly. Her ass bucked, her pussy chewing the boy's hot toe. She cooed, relishing the taste of the boy's cum. She was being mouth-raped, and she was loving it.
Fuck me! she wanted to scream. All three of you horny bastards, you filthy pricks – fuck me! Oh, please, fuck me to death!
Before she had even finished coming, she got her wish. The boy's deflating cock flopped out of her mouth. As she tried to catch it again, hungry for any last drop of cum still oozing through his piss-tube, the teen flung her forward onto the concrete floor. His toe popped out of her cunt, and Fern rolled herself into a ball, crushing out the spasms of her ongoing orgasm. But the boys would not let her alone to finish.
Hands grabbed her, stretched her out, lifted her. A hot hunk of cockmeat kissed the lips of her spasming cunt, and suddenly she was impaled on another cock. The teen lay on the floor, and the other boys had impaled her on his upright cock as if on a fence post. Fern whined, her orgasm renewed, her pussy filled with an almost painful lust.
"Lay on him!" a voice shouted.
Hands stretched her out on top of the fresh youth now sliding his cock inside her cunt. The teen crushed her in his arms. His hot mouth engulfed her lips, and his thick tongue filled her mouth, dripping spit. As his tongue quivered and flexed in her mouth, his cock quivered and flexed in her cunt. The muscles of his arms bulged against her back. His chest was very hard. She could feel his ribs, his vibrating muscles, his beating heart.
Hands pulled on her legs and spread them out wide. She wiggled her ass and humped, squeezing out the last exquisite sensations of her orgasm. She felt the boy's hot cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She felt hands spread her asscheeks, felt a warm tongue lick her asspucker. The teen eating her asshole drooled. A river of thick spit leaked down her asscrack, wetting her bottom, further wetting the cock of the teen fucking her.
The teen who had raped her mouth squatted in front of her. His big cock hung there between his legs like a sand-filled nylon stocking. The purple head still glistened with her spit. A gob of white cum hung from the tip, dozing from the piss-slit. Fern forced her mouth away from a deep kiss with her fucker and stretched her neck to get at the other boy's luscious pearl of cum. Her mouth was wide open, and she shoved her tongue out as far as it would go.
"Suck," she gibbered. "Let me suck!"
"Goddamn!" the squatting teen said, and he waddled closer, letting Fern catch his cock and suck the heavy, spongy monster all the way into her hot mouth. The marble of cum rolled down her throat, and she moaned with satisfaction, then sucked, hungry for more. The cockshaft began to harden immediately.
Behind her, the teen who had licked her ass tickled her asspucker with his finger. As he wiggled his finger, her asshole relaxed, allowing him to slide his finger in an inch, then tightened, catching his finger and holding it. The teen twisted his finger, and all of it slid up her asshole. Fern held her breath for a moment, tensing, then let go, wanting to laugh. She loved the feel of a finger up her asshole. Ever since she'd first seen her spied upon surfers wiggle their fingers up their own assholes while they jacked off, Fern had delighted in the sensation of her own finger up her asshole while she rubbed off her pussy. She wiggled her ass appreciatively. The cock in her mouth was fully hard again, and the cockshaft throbbed as she sucked it. The teen under her wriggled, rubbing his chest against her big tits, screwing his huge cock inside her juicing pussy. The teen behind her rammed his finger in and out of her asshole quickly, then suddenly yanked it out. Fern groaned, wanting to tell him to shove it back in.
Hands forced her asscheeks apart. Suddenly, a throbbing ball of prick meat nestled between them, twisting against her asspucker. Her asshole, still tingling from the boy's finger-fucking, began to open. The ball of hot cockmeat slipped an inch up her asshole. Fern tensed, wanted to scream. She realized now what was happening. The teen was shoving his cockhead up her ass.
She jerked, crazy to free herself. The teen beneath her squeezed the breath out of her. The teen in front of her hugged her head and choked her with his huge prick. The teen behind her collapsed, ramming all of his hot cocklance up her ass. Fern thought she'd been split in half. Another blade of pain shot through her asshole and up her spine. Her eyes rolled back, and everything went black.
When she awoke from her brief blackout, she struggled for a few moments, feeling herself assaulted from both ends.
She felt like a blimp being pumped full of helium. The boys' cocks each seemed to be endlessly long, sliding like oiled tusks in and out of her three fuckholes. The three cocks fucked with different rhythms – one cock sliding slowly in and out of her throat, one cock jerking inside her cunt with quick, short strokes, and the last cock slicing in and out of her asshole hard and fast. The teen fucking her asshole groaned. He chewed Fern's shoulders, drooling all over her. Fern gave up struggling. She was beginning to feel good. She thought about how cock-stuffed she was, and the thought filled her loins and head with swirls of lewd excitement.
The boys muttered, telling themselves, telling each other, telling the concrete walls of the rest room about how good they felt. They called Fern names, called her filthy names, sweet names muttered words of love and words of hate. The cool room was filled with grunts and moans. As Fern's cunt and asshole got juicier, the squishing noises of the teens cocks inside them increased. Fern's loins prickled with billions of tiny thrills. She wriggled her stuffed ass, wanting to come, aching to come with three cocks throbbing inside her.
The ass-fucking teen said, "Wowwww! I mean, she's tight, man. And I can feel your prick jerking in her cunt, man. I can feel it sliding right against mine. Oh, man I feel it, man!"
"I feel it," the teen fucking her cunt said. "Jesus, balls, do I feel it! Oh, shit, I'm gonna come! Oh fuck!"
He began to shoot, groaning as if in pain. Fern watched his blue eyes widen, watched him grimace, feel his gasping breath against her neck. At the same time, the warmth of his cum filled her cunt. She tried to suck with her pussy, tried to vacuum the jism out of his nuts. The teen rolled his head. His spurting cock jerked spastically.
The teen fucking Fern's ass laughed. "Your pricks like a jumping fish," he said.
"Christ!" He fucked faster, smacking his hard belly against Fern's firm ass. "Christ, she's tight! I'm getting ready to cream. Yeah! I can feel it almost coming."
He worked his cock in circles, fucking down into Fern until his wiry prick hair scoured her ass.
"Here it comes, baby," he groaned. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Wowwwwwww!" And he laughed, blasting jizz up her asshole. "Feels great!"
The teen fucking Fern's throat suddenly yanked his cock out of her mouth. He fisted his prick and pumped it frantically. Fern watched the piss-slit gape, watched the thin skin of the purple head nearly split. The teen grunted. His bloated nuts banged back and forth under his jerking fist. Like magic, a thick snake of white cum leaped out of his piss-slit and glued itself to Fern's cheek. The cum was hot as melted wax. Fern's mouth gaped. More hot cum shot out and Fern caught it, swallowing it down with an insatiable lust and hunger. Before the cock could spurt again, Fern caught the head of it in her mouth. The cockhead throbbed like a heart, and it was hot. She tongued the piss-slit, tasting the salty jism, feeling it squirt. She sucked. A stream of cum shot down her throat.
Fern was stuffed with cock, squirted full of cunt. Her head filled with the aroma of alkaline jism and masculine sweat. She had never imagined that anything could be this exciting. A voice inside her chanted – fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Every inch of her skin – inside and out – tingled. Her lips began to spasm. Her tongue, her throat, her entire mouth throbbed. She felt her toes curl, felt the tip of her spine shiver as if touched with an electric wire.
The boys gasped.
"Her cunt's got teeth!" one of them said.
"She's gonna pop the head off my cock!" the other said.
"Christ, what a fucking wild asshole!"
Fern sucked and came, sucked all three cocks simultaneously and spasmed. The sensations sweeping through her body became so intense that for a moment she wished she were dead. At that moment, she blacked out again.
She woke up on the concrete floor, vaguely aware of the steady dripping of a faucet. Just barely, she could hear the high-pitched squeals of girls out on the beach. They sounded miles away. She wiped the jism off her face. As she struggled to her feet, cum trickled down between her legs. Her asshole and cunt throbbed.
She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed uncontrollably.