"Now baby, now, I'm gonna blow it," Brad warned, clenching his teeth while burying his face in the nape of her neck.
Camey kept screaming, beating the soles of her feet against his sides. She didn't think anything could be as powerfully good as this orgasm! Her cuntal walls cramped and buckled, holding his shooting cock tightly, milking at the fat rod.
"Aiyeeee!" Camey shrieked. She thrashed and grunted and pumped her shivering asscheeks as squirt after spurt of jizz ate into her cuntal walls.
How long had it lasted? Camey didn't know. An eternity seemed to drift by before her mind finally focused on the present.
"You're one hell of a fuck, baby," Brad finally said, raising his head and wiping some sweat from under his eyes.
Camey winced. She didn't like to be thought of in those terms. A hick? Baby?
"My name's Camey," she said a little hesitantly.
"All right, Camey. I like you and…"
Brad was lying on his side, having rolled over after gently withdrawing his softening dick from Camey's cunt. The girl was wondering what he was going to do with her now. She felt some guilt, though she didn't know why. The delicious feelings of only moments ago had diminished but still floated through her mind and every pore of her body. Only dimly did the girl realize that Brad's speech had been broken off by the presence of another person in the room.
"You Goddamned mother fucker!"
The words shot through Camey's brain. She shook off the dreamy mood that had anesthetized her brain and sat up abruptly. A tall dark-haired woman in shorts and halter stood in the doorway, a sack of groceries in one hand. Her face was drained of all blood while her eyes glared, first at Brad, then at Camey.
"Hi, honey," the weightlifter said a little uneasily, shifting away from Camey. The blonde teen looked with horror at both of them, then buried her face in her hands. Suddenly she felt cheap.
CHAPTER THREE
Camey let out a low moan as the tall woman unleashed a torrent of abuse. She called Brad all sorts of names, told him he wasn't fit to fuck pigs, then called the blonde teenager a slut.
"Please, I… I'm sorry," Camey stammered, reaching forward and gathering her damp bikini in both hands. She wanted to get dressed quickly and get out of that tiny apartment.
"You Goddamned little bitch!" the pretty woman shrieked, dropping the groceries and running over to the mattress. Reaching down she gathered Camey's long blonde hair in her hands and started pulling, kicking the girl with her sandaled feet while screaming obscenities.
Camey jerked both hands up and fought back, hitting the woman on the chest, belly and upper legs while scooting around and kicking out one foot. Brad scrambled to his feet and was behind the shouting woman, hands wrapped around her waist, trying to drag her away from Camey.
"Come on, Karen, you know I dig you, baby. Come on, she don't mean nothin' to me," Brad said in a loud voice, tugging at the woman's waist.
"Lemme go!" Camey screamed, curling her fingers and clawing her nails across the woman's bare midriff.
"BITCH!" Karen screamed, finally letting go of the blonde's hair. She almost collapsed, then stiffened and glared silently at Camey for several seconds while the girl hurriedly slipped into her bikini, then gathered up her towel and books.
"I'm sorry," Camey muttered, sliding against one wall, trying to keep as much distance between her and the tall woman as possible.
"I'll get you," Karen said under her breath, her eyes glowing with hatred. "I'll get you the way I got the others who tried to take him away from me."
There was a certainty, a conviction in those words that made Camey shiver. Even Brad's easy smile flashed at her as she left the apartment didn't help. All the girl wanted to do was run and hide her shame in her bedroom.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Camey groaned, running down the stairs, the blanket streaming behind her. In the street she slowed her pace, feeling the tightness in her chest lessen a bit. What a horrible scent! Who would have guessed that she could have caused such unhappiness, could have set another woman off like a crazed asylum inmate?
She stopped several blocks south of Brad's apartment and leaned against a concrete beach bench. In front of her the sun was a large orange ball, the sky above becoming a riot of reds, lavenders and purples as the day drew to a close. Every shape seemed sharply outlined, almost lurid in the decreasing light. A soft damp breeze blew against Camey's flushed cheek as she closed her eyes and thought about the series of events leading to this terrible moment.
"Oh, how terrible," she said.
But a smile crept over her lips. She'd been fucked, and by someone who obviously knew what he was doing. There were no adolescent gropings, no wrong moves. Everything Brad had done had increased her excitement a thousandfold! She could still feel his body squirming over hers, feel his hot dick plowing through her tight cuntal curls, edging her swollen cunt lips apart while his balls dragged over her upturned asscheeks!
Just thinking about it made Camey shiver with sexual fever. How delicious it had been to feel his strong, hairy body pinning hers to the mattress! Camey enjoyed that feeling of being helpless, of being swallowed up in Brad's overpowering masculinity while his dick plowed aside the slick, hot folds of her virgin cunt and tore through her cherry.
A stronger, cooler breeze snapped the girl out of her reverie. It was getting late, and Ocean Front Walk in Venice was no place for a single woman at night, especially dressed as scantily as she was.
Camey gathered up her thoughts and walked stiffly south, hearing again the shrill voice of that woman screaming at the two of them. Her face burned with shame as she remembered that look of hatred glittering in Karen's eyes. Who was she, his wife? His girlfriend? It really didn't matter any more. She'd never go back to that apartment and risk having that sort of scene again!
Dinner went quietly, her parents looked quizzically at her but saying nothing. They had become used to the girl's occasional moodiness and attributed it to adolescent behavior.
But nothing could have teen further from the truth. Even in front of her parents Camey was thinking of Brad, feeling his arms circle her waist while his cock plowed harder and deeper into her cunt. What was happening to her? All she could think about was cock. Struggling through dessert, Camey finally excused herself, saying she'd gotten too much sun.
In bed with her door closed and locked Camey gave herself completely over to her fantasies, rolling on the bed, smoothing her fingers over her tormented body, closing her eyes and pretending Brad was with her. Even in her broken sleep that night the young blonde teen dreamed of cocks hard, stiff, long and thick cocks jerking in front of her face while her burning cunt ached and throbbed and juiced for them.
The following day went badly for the girl. Camey wanted to go to the beach, see Brad, talk with him, although the thought of doing anything else terrified her. She remembered the woman's face, white with anger. No, she was afraid of Karen, afraid of what she'd do to her if she saw her with Brad again. But maybe they could just talk. Oh, if only she could hear his voice again, feel his fingers against her soft flesh!
But Camey stayed home, feeling as if she were going to die of lust at any moment. She remained home all that day, the next, and the next. But the fourth day found her gathering her beach materials together and stealing out of the house in the late afternoon. She couldn't resist walking the four blocks to Ocean Front Walk, turning north and heading toward the weightlifting pit.
As she neared that compound Camey felt her chest tighten and her mouth go as dry as cotton. What would she say to him? Would he laugh at her, or worse, ignore her? Camey didn't think she could take being ignored. For a second she stopped on the Walk, her eyes lowered modestly, her face a mask of intense concentration. In the distance she could hew the sounds of weights being thrown to the ground.