Chapter 2
Sandy stopped at a park restroom on the way home to wash the cum from between her twat-lips. Charlie had really pumped her full of a heavy load, and the slimy, itchy feel of cum leaking out of her while she was driving made her squeamish.
The park was a small, neglected neighbor-hood park about a block square in size, over-grown with palm trees, castor bean plants, and oleander. What sparse grass there was infested with sandburs, and Sandy cursed as burs stuck in her bare feet as she made her way from the car to the stinking little wood-frame structure that served as a john.
In the LADIES section of the john, she slip-ped into the lone toilet stall and peeled off her shorts, sighing with relief to get them off so she could breathe again. She always wore her shorts as tight as possible, and any extra swelling of her body, caused by such things as a meal or a can of beer, or by getting her cuntlips puffed up with excitement, caused the shorts to become unbearably tight. Her cuntlips were still puffed up from the fucking she'd gotten, and the beer she'd drunk had bloated her belly with its car-bonation, and now she wished she could flush her cum-soiled shorts down the toilet and drive home bottomless. The thought of pulling the shorts back on again made her groan.
Although the john stank of piss and was crawling with cockroaches, it was at least a cool escape from the torrid Florida sunshine and heavy afternoon heat, and Sandy intended to linger a few minutes to cool off. She stripped off her bikini top as well as her shorts, then plopped down on the toilet and spread her legs. Charlie's cum leaked out of her in a slow, steady stream, like muscousy frosting, and Sandy quickly rolled off some toilet paper and started mopping herself between her parted cuntlips. The assholel she felt like screaming. How dare he do that to her! The big, dumb, shithead! She felt like getting hold of a butcher knife and going back to cut the bastard's prick off. He'd raped her, for godsake!
It wasn't the first time, by any means, that Sandy had been raped. In fact, half the times she'd been fucked in her life had been more or less rapes. She had a habit of teasing boys unmercifully, often pushing them too far and getting more than she'd bargained for. She'd been teasing that big oaf Charlie for years. It irked her that he'd finally got her. He didn't deserve the pleasure her pussy had given his cock. She was annoyed that his cock had stimu-lated her pussy to such a violent orgasm. She appreciated the pleasure, but she didn't appreciate the shithead whose smelly cock had given that pleasure to her.
"Hey, baby, how ya doing?"
Sandy jumped off the toilet and nearly hit the ceiling when she heard the whisper and felt the breath on the back of her neck. Standing, she whirled around and saw a man's face framed by a circular hole the size of a dinner plate in the wall behind the toilet. The hole had been cut in the wall between the men's and women's sections of the john.
"What do you want?" Sandy snapped. "Get out of here!"
"You're a real pretty girl," the man said. He looked about as old as her father. "I been watching you. You like to play with yourself?" "None of your business, you old toad!"
Although Sandy was irritated by the man's intrusion, although she felt like clawing his disgusting, leering face with her toenails, she couldn't resist the chance to tease him. She appreciated the way he was ogling her. She knew he was going out of his mind with lust for her nubile young body. She didn't try to hide her nakedness. Instead, she sucked in her waist to make her voluptuous tits lift and swell even more.
"You're a hot baby, girlie! You wanna do anything?"
"With you? Ha!" she laughed. "Are you kid-ding? Get lost, dirty old man. God are you ugly!"
The man didn't flinch. He kept smiling, giv-ing her a simpering leer as if he enjoyed being called names.
"Honey, how much you want to let me take a lick between those sexy tanned legs of yours?"
"Nothing," Sandy said. "I wouldn't let that moldy tongue of yours lick me for all the money in the world."
"Twenty bucks?"
"You must be out of your mind, bozo!" "Fifty?"
Sandy squatted slightly and hauled her blonde pussylips apart, showing the man the succulent pink sexmeat between them. "Take a good look, slob, because that's all you're gonna get."
"A hundred bucks, take it or leave it, it's all I got."
Sandy thought a few seconds. "Show it to me.
The man rattled a handful of bills in the hole. "You can buy yourself a lot of candycones with that, sexy."
Sandy held out her hand.
"Let me have a taste first," the man said. "No deal. Give it to me!"
The man peeled away a bill and held it out to her. "Here's a twenty to start off with." "Asshole!" Sandy snatched away the bill and moved up to the hole in the wall. She had to straddle the toilet.
"Turn around," the man said. "I like my cunt from behind."
"Animal!" Sandy stepped back over the toilet, switching legs, and got turned around. Straddling the toilet again, and leaning forward to brace her hands on its seat, she pressed her ass to the hole and shoved it in the man's ugly face.
"Oh, honey!" The man shoved his nose between her asscheeks, nuzzling her crack up and down. His tongue slurped between her cuntlips, lapping up the juices that flowed out of her.
Sandy gasped, breathing rapidly. Excitement pounded in her loins. She rotated her ass against the hole, unable to control herself. The man's tongue twisted up her pussy.
Sandy reached up between her legs and started playing with her clit. She held the swollen, pink pleasure-bud between her thumb and forefinger and wiggled it in circles. She milked it and stretched it.-Behind her, the man was grunting and slobbering like an old boar.
"How's it taste, shitface?" she growled. "Guess what, you're sucking a guy's cum out of me. I was fucked just ten minutes ago. You like that stinking cum-paste, rot-mouth?"
The man pulled his tongue out of her and spat. "You little tramp."
Sandy laughed. She started to pull away, was about to demand that the man pay her the rest of the money he owed her, when his hot hands with their steel-like claws caught her by the hips. His nails sank into her flesh and he yanked her backward. He rammed his burning cock against her cunt from behind and forced it inside. With a grunt, he buried his cock to the hilt.
"Ah, hot young pussy! I love 'em hot and tight and young!" He started to fuck. Sandy was helpless. She winced as the man's fingernails nearly punctured the skin on her hips, gasped as his big smelly prick plunged in and out of her cunt. She was in a state of mild shock. He'd caught her and plugged her so fast that her head was spinning inside. As her head cleared and she caught her breath, she started protesting.
"You sonofabitch, let me go! IT scream! I'll have the fucking cops on your ass, shithead!" When she tried to pull away, the man's claws sank deeper.
"Enjoy it," the man said, grinding his cock in and out, making her cuntjuices froth around it. "Oh, baby, let's you and me get married."
"Go to hell! I swear, if you don't let me go, I'll scream!" Why she hadn't screamed yet, she wasn't sure herself, except that her cunt was sucking like a mouth and the fuck feelings were swarming in her loins like fire ants. already she was on the verge of coming. As soon as she came she'd scream bloody murder until she was rescued.
The man slammed his loins against the plywood wall, rattling it, -threatening to break it down. He was grunting like a bull, rutting in a frenzy. He sounded on the verge of a heart attack, he was breathing so hard.
"You're an animal!" Sandy said, her teeth clenched as the itchy fuck pleasure made her eyes roll. "A filthy, insane animal! You'll get the electric chair for this, shithead I'll see to it, you hear me?"
The man said nothing, just kept ramming, and soon Sandy found herself grunting and gasping as wildly as the rutting pig himself. Her cunt was clutching so rapidly at his plunging cock that the sensations she felt took her breath away. Her grubby brown toes curled against the damp concrete. Her loins tightened more with each grinding thrust of the man's cock up her pussy. She felt the man's cock swell larger and larger and turn to steel inside her. She felt it quiver and flex.
"Ahhhh!" the man bellowed. "Awwww!" His jerking cock shot jism up her pussy. Wads of it splashed in her womb. Cum overflowed her squeezing pussy, creaming the man's balls. He grunted and moaned with each powerful ejaculation.
Sandy rotated her ass in a frenzy. She needed to come. All she cared about now was coming. Her cunt sucked madly at the man's jizz-oozing cock. She felt the cock soften inside her. Just as she was starting to spasm, the man released her and his cock slipped out of her.
"Goddamn it!" she gasped. Catching herself with one hand before she fell forward into the toilet, she shoved her other hand up between her legs and clawed her spasming pussy as the itch-ing, maddening fuck sensations shot through her loins. "Ohhh fuck, ahhhh!"
Her head swam. If her hand hadn't been braced on the toilet seat she would have fallen over. She squeezed her legs together, squeezed her clutching hand between them and shoved a few fingers up her contracting cunt. The man's slimy load gushed out of her like spit, and as she beat off, her jerking hand sounded like a toilet plunger between her legs.
She was still bent over the toilet, still squirm-ing with orgasmic spasms, when a stream of hot liquid splashed against her back and ass. For a few seconds, she thrilled to the lubricious sen-sation, as if she were being hosed down with hot water. When she realized what was actually happening-that the filthy old man was pissing on her-she staggered forward to escape and banged her head smack against the stall door. The man's piss hit the toilet, hit the floor, and sprayed up on her.
Sandy had had enough, and she finally screamed, screamed so loud and long that her vocal cords felt shredded and her eardrums felt pierced. Despite all her screaming, however, nobody came charging to her aid. The neighbors surrounding the park apparently didn't want to get involved. All Sandy succeeded in doing was to scare away the old toad who had raped her.
He could have done anything to her, she realized, and he'd probably have got away with it. He could have come into the women's sec-tion with her and tied her up and done horrible things to her. He could have raped her all day and nobody would have come to her assistance no matter how much she had screamed. She had to get out of here!
Escaped from the toilet stall, she washed and dressed in a panic, then fled the john like a bat fleeing hell. Blinded by the sun, she stumbled toward her dad's car, sandburs tearing at her bare feet. When she got home, as she was turn-ing into the driveway, she realized she'd left her twenty-dollar bill behind in the john.
"Goddamn it!" she said, but she was not about to go back to that hellhole looking for