Bill Gillie - Surfer girl

In and out. His cock pulled out of her slowly with her fuck juices and then slipped back in with a slurpy sound. Duke felt his balls rumble, but he squeezed down hard so the pain would make him forget about coming. He wanted to prolong this fucking for as long as possible.

He bent his head. He was panting hard. His hands reached around and brushed her clitoris back and forth until Janet nearly peed on herself as too much pleasure surged into her cunt. Then he reached for her round breasts with the oh-so hard nipples and worked them like handles. He rode her cunt and slumped back like a donkey, breathing hard into her ear and squeezing her nipples with every violent thrust.

"Oh, oh, oh! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Very hard." She panted like a bitch dog in heat. Her cunt juices dribbled around his surging cock and drew along the swelled lips of her twat and then back through the furry ravine of her butt. Their bodies were immersed in their fuck juice. It saturated them in a slimy bath of passion.

The harder he fucked, the harder she seemed to scream. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Her shrieking voice made him tingle all over. His thigh muscles flinched against the jerking of his cock. Her wetness covered him like a plastic tarp a protective layer against the hungry sucking lips of her cunt.

His balls moved slowly up and down inside his wrinkled scrotum. The ripe smell of sex drifting up from her crotch flooded his nostrils. It was raw animal smell. It made him wild and crazy. His cock fucked her hole with a renewed intensity. Every inch of her pulsating, eager pussy squeezed down on his surging pecker like two lips sucking a straw. He grabbed her breasts hard and pushed her to the floor. Up came his shaft through the ravine of her ass cheeks. His cock tip jammed her twat, the parted folds leaking juice onto the floor. His balls dragged along the floor as he shoved home his pecker. It was raw and violent, the stuff that dreams are made of. Her hips rose upward, receiving his sex.

"Hurrrrrry! Fuck meeeee!" she moaned, twisting on the floor. Her cunt collapsed around his fuck pole. Oh, it hurt soooo good!

That's what it felt like. Her cunt was a long, wet sock to be yanked down around his wiggling dick. She heard him grunting on her back, driving his loins through the crease in her butt, feeling, his pubic hair tickling her rump and she groaned.

She pumped her loins up and down. Her whole belly screamed out for his hot, thick sperm.

Then it happened. She felt him grow tense inside her womb. He was a red-hot poker searing her cunt hole. She was dry from fucking and his dick hurt terribly. He grunted like an animal a fuck-crazy animal – and surged in with a terrible squeak of pain and he yelled in her ear and then warm, thick, liquid shot through her tortured channel.

"Commming!" he laughed. His cock jammed her pussy and Janet felt a pulsating thrill run along her spine. Her pussy was wet and soft again as an explosion went off inside her belly and coursed through every tense muscle.

"Ohhh, fuck me! That's right. Ohh, work your cock into my cunt! Fuck me, grab my tits, fuck my cunt, jam my pussy… fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

His hot cream loaded her flabby cunt sleeve until the tired folds of her cunt sagged open in surrender and she fell exhausted to the floor. Only the twitching of her buttocks showed there was any life left. Duke dragged his expired cock from her with a quick tug that brought a groan from her tired lips. He stumbled backward, gasping for air.

"Hey, man," said a voice. "That looks like a ball!"

It was George, the ex-bartender. He stood by the door, watching them fuck like beasts on the floor. The vent in his pants was open and he was busy stroking his long cock.

"George!" gasped Duke.

Janet turned on her hip, too tired to recognize him. His cock looked familiar, however. The huge, flat end was shaped like a cobra's head. His shaft was thick as a wrist and was very, very long. She looked up from his crotch and stared into the cold blue eyes that feasted on her sweating, exhausted body. She felt a wild stirring at the tip of her clitoris. It tingled at first, then worked into a throbbing pain that streaked through her twat and down her hips.

She felt cold and very naked. Goosebumps rippled in waves across her belly. Her soft, flaccid nipples turned hard and her sphincter began to spasm.

It was George. She recognized him now. No one had a sneering contemptuous smile like he did. It sent shock waves churning through her guts. He was undressing now, pulling his shirt off and following quickly with his pants. Slowly, he peeled his underwear off, while his hand never stopped rubbing his shaft.

"I'm pooped," she said, trying to rise. Her cunt made a squishy sound as sperm leaked from her slit and she fell back down to the floor, the goosebumps now streaking down her back and buttocks.

"Good to see you, baby," said George.

Janet said nothing. She didn't want to see George. He was an animal and the last thing she wanted to do was fuck him.

"Get away," she said.

George approached, attracted by the matted patch of pubic hair that glistened like a rare jewel between her legs. His cock pointed out like a saber, the shaft long and hard, with a slight upward curve. He smelled the odor of sex drifting up from her satiny skin and saw the goosebumps covering her hips and thighs. Her eyes were open and fearful, the pupils dilated.

"Baby, be nice," he laughed. He walked to the bookcase and pulled a jar of Vaseline down and began working the thick lubricant up the tight skin surrounding his cock.

Janet watched. He scooped out the grease and piled it on thick and heavy.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Turn over," he said.

Janet didn't understand. Her cunt was sagging like a coin pouch. She couldn't fuck any more, not after Duke had finished reaming her twat. George could, but she was exhausted. Her cunt would be like a wet dishrag around his joint. He could have more fun jacking off than fucking her slit.

Yet he worked his cock with one hand while massaging her thigh with the other. His fingers slipped across the rolling curve of her butt and then through her dark ravine. His greasy finger found the tight sphincter muscle and gently worked into her crack.

"Aaaahhh!" Janet yelled. His finger hurt like hell back there.

"Don't touch me there," she ordered. Her voice quavered with dread. She knew what he wanted and it made her shiver. The goose bumps roared across her pendulant breasts and taut nipples. It didn't stop George from grinning. He jacked off his cock while kneeling down at her side.

"Maybe I should eat your asshole first," he said.

"Get away," she said horrified. She had never met anyone so crude. It made her sick to her stomach. Then a spasm of warmth flooded her belly. She didn't resist when he speared her butt.

"Oooooo!" she gasped.

George had toyed with her butt and then jabbed his middle finger up through the pink muscle. She was soft as he popped in, then the sphincter went tight for an instant before opening up.

Janet was so startled that she didn't know what to do. She wiggled her hips and found him warm and coaxing along her ass channel. Her pussy went tight too, and her distended clitoris was hard and pulsating.

"Baby, you're going to like me," said George. "Just ask Sally and Darlene."

The finger burning a trail up her ass was something. It wasn't that bad. In fact, with all the grease on his finger, she found it didn't hurt very much at all.

"That's dirty," she said defensively. That didn't stop Janet from panting as he drove his finger back and forth through her ass sleeve, opening her up like a can of beans.

"Yeah, but you should have seen the two guys with Sally and Darlene," said Duke, rolling a joint. "Man, one of those guys was going crazy on Sally. Just worked her asshole until she fell apart."