Bill Gillie - Surfer girl

Tension had put crackles in her nerves and once it was removed, she was like modeling clay on a hot day.

It was good all right. Good for Charlie! It was his sperm that dribbled all down her face. And it was Janet who kneeled before the long length of deflated cock. The head drooped down at her mouth. She was humiliated by the cock which made her squat on the floor, trembling from head to foot. She reached up and touched the flaccid ring of skin that surrounded the crown, jerking on the trembling shaft with shaking fingers and wondered, who was she anyway? What kind of woman took pleasure being dragged off to a broom closet and giving her mouth to satisfy a man's depraved desires?

You must be sick! You're an animal. A fucking animal!

Charlie only smiled. "Come on, sweetheart," he said. "Finish up. I want to get back to the cabin."

Again Janet brought her mouth up to his crotch and sucked out the last few drops of sperm. Then she stuffed his cock stem back into the open vent of Charlie's pants and zipped his fly. Her heart was pounding like a hammer. Rising to her feet, she saw bright flashes before her eyes and her head was spinning. She staggered against Charlie's chest.

You're an animal! You deserve to be treated like one.

"You all right?" asked Charlie.

"Fine," she mumbled, wiping her salty lips clean with the back of her hand. Her stomach rumbled.

"Let's go then," he said, opening the door. The bar was dark and full of the sounds of laughter and people talking.

Janet felt like hell.

It was a short distance back to the cabin, but to Janet it seemed like miles. Fog blew in, covering Ocean Beach with its dense wetness. It was like a shroud covering the two lovers who walked hand in hand.

Janet's breasts swayed under the halter, the red nipples aching as the material rubbed them raw. Janet felt a swelling in her abdomen and a slick, wet sensation between her thighs. Her panties were dripping wet from her excited cunt.

She thought about Charlie. What kind of man was he? He was good-looking and probably had a good-paying job and a lovely wife. Why did he sneak out to a beer bar and pick up girls like herself? What was it that drove men to commit adultery? She thought about Charlie and realized that she didn't know the first thing about him.

He squeezed her hand. He would have been surprised at Janet's concern. Because he cared nothing about Janet. She was just another cunt. A beautiful young cunt with a willing mouth and nice tits and a ripe melon for an ass. What did Janet do to amuse herself? Maybe played tennis or made those cute little nothings that the old ladies and worthless beach bums sold at crafts fairs.

Charlie was hot, too hot. He had waited too long. Nothing could stop him from dipping his wick into Janet's cute little inkpot. As they neared the cabin, his dick rose up in his pants. The glands hurt unbearably. He wanted to stick the big round end of his cock into her cunt and make her undulate like a snake underneath him. He was going to fuck her cunt until she screamed. And then he might fuck her asshole too!

"Let's go," he said grabbing her under the arm. He was in a hurry and he didn't want to wait a minute longer. He pulled her roughly by the arm.

Janet saw Duke accept two twenty-dollar bills. She would see only ten of that and she felt cheated and used. If Charlie weren't so demanding she would talk to Duke about the money. Unfortunately, she didn't have much choice.

Because Charlie was ripping her clothes off.

His fingers found the knot in her halter and he pulled down hard, tearing the fabric into shreds. She gasped, turning around, trying to get away from the madman who tore at her, but without much luck. His hand swept through her warm crotch, his fingers grabbing her tight-fitting shorts. He yanked them down roughly. The seams strained, then gave way. Janet turned away, trying to hide the dark wet stain at the center pf her panties.

The rustling noise behind her was Charlie. There were more sounds and Janet realized they were not alone in the room. Against the walls, lying clutched together in each other's embrace, were a dozen or so people. She listened: the soft, sucking noises of flesh receiving flesh stirred her ears. There was no groaning, at least not yet.

Charlie snapped his head around. The room was rank smelling from the orgy going on. His cock was throbbing again and he pulled the girl close feeling her tremble.

I should fuck her right here, he thought. Right in the middle of all these mad cap teenie boppers. It would serve her right being here with her own kind.

He didn't know what made kids tick these days. Twenty years ago when he was a kid, it was big stuff just holding a girl's hand and kissing her good night after a movie. Now the little bastards were fucking each other in broad daylight. And with no shame! He had seen two teenie boppers barely in their teens the other night on the beach fucking the hell out of each other. It was crazy, these kids.

It made him mad as hell to think he was born too late. He envied Janet and her kind; envied their youth and freedom and their casual lifestyle. He worked like a bastard eight hours a day and for what?

Trembling, he grabbed his cock. Janet was going to pay her dues. He was sick and tired of feeling envious of a bunch of naked, drug-smoking punks.

"Take me," he ordered. "Take my cock!"

He pushed her face down to his crotch. His hose almost came alive in her mouth. He grabbed her cruelly and drove into her face.

"Like that?" he asked. It was criminal what he was doing. He doubted if she was eighteen, which meant his ass was in a sling if the cops busted the cabin. Well, that was the chance one took.

He watched with avid fascination as Janet gave him a head job. She never denied his wishes. He used her mouth whenever his dick got hard. She was no different from the other girls. Fuck them in the mouth or in their cunt or up their ass… they did what he wanted.

To prove it, he pushed her to the floor and got down on his knees before her spread thighs and finger fucked her cunt. The tulip lips of her twat spread for his driving fingers and soon she was moving with his stroking. Her thighs went up and down to a magical beat.

"You're just like a house pet," he mumbled.

Janet didn't object. All around were the sounds of lovemaking. Charlie's strong hand gripped her roughly and when he drove into her cunt she nearly screamed out in shock.

Her hole was drippy wet. His fingers jammed her hole, stretching out the tight, wet skin. His fingers pushed further and further into her sucking cunt. It made her swelled slit open out and mushroom around his fingers which moved in and out of the greased hole.

"Aaaahhh!" Janet groaned.

It felt funny. Good, but funny. The elastic walls of her sleeve made a snug fit for his hand. She writhed back and forth trying to roll over on her belly so his hand had to come underneath to fuck her cunt. She loved the reverse position. It made her vagina squeeze down even tighter around him. And the back and forth motion of his hand through her butt was sensational!

She squeezed her legs together and began twisting and jabbing so his fingers went in and out of her vagina like a real cock. She was horny for Charlie's dick. How big he was in her mouth! His shaft probably still glistened with the tender, thick juices of her mouth. He would go into her snatch without a hitch. But it was not her job to tell Charlie how to fuck. His hand went into her cunt an incredible distance – until she felt stuffed almost to her throat. And the feeling was great. Her slit leaked juice down into her thatch of pubic hair and onto the floor, forming a greasy spot for her to rub her clitoris on. She bit her lip and enjoyed the thrill of his finger fucking. She would wait for his hard cock. After all, he couldn't deny himself forever.