Frank Brown - Two horny cousins

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.