​     Seventeen years old. 

     Later on that day at the grotto.

     Adam'd been smoking pot all afternoon. He'd only had four beers to drink, though, but, because of the heat and all of that, he was totally wasted. He felt radioactive, his skin was so sunburned. He planned on having a horribly uncomfortable rest of the week. The sun seemed to be headed for the horizon to the west.

     Now Adam saw plenty of stiff dicks.

     He passed three couples openly fucking. He watched this one guy dog-fuck this other guy up the ass. They were both crosseyed and drooling, they were so drunk.

     He passed this one young woman alone on a blanket. She'd shaved off every hair on her body, a body now slick with sweat and sunscreen. She also had a serpent tat that ran all the way from her neck to her ankle.    

     And she had piercings everywhere. Adam counted at least three on her face alone.

     "Your cunt lips pierced, too?" Adam asked.

     She opened her legs. Yep, they were pierced.

     She touched the head of his penis to harden it up. Adam heard someone laugh, but he didn't give a fuck. He dropped down on her blanket with her. This was another woman with a pretty huge fucking cunt. Her tiny breasts quivered as she pulled on his ass to drive him as deep into her as he could possibly get. The cum rose from the base of his balls, up his cock shaft, to explode into the bitch's hole. It was an entire buzzed-day's worth of looking at naked bodies compacted into a single orgasm, helped along by the fact that she came just as hard at the same time.  

     Their breaths returned, and she pushed him away. She wanted nothing more to do with him.  

     She lit up a pipe and never even offered him a hit.  

     The flame from the lighter glowed bright red, and it was huge, this flame, as big as the bitch's head.

     From a lighter? 

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