"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.