Chapter 4
Jill slept with Lee and Christie that night, contentedly curled between their warm bodies. Lee's cock nestled in the crack of her butt all night, while her hand cupped Christie's soft pussy.
In the morning she put on a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a small halter that covered her full breasts just enough to be decent in public. She picked up her battered suitcase and kissed her sexy friends, promising to let them know when she was safe at her sister's place.
It was hot on the road. A bearded old farmer picked her up in his battered truck and gave her a ride as far north as he was going. At the exit to El Capitan Beach he stopped, looking sourly at the steam escaping from the hot radiator. He spat a stream of dark tobacco juice out his window and motioned for her to get out of the cab.
"This is it," he grunted. "Thanks for the company. You know, you got one terrific set of jugs. Got to me! Gonna go home and bang my old lady. She'll be surprised as hell."
The day was too beautifully warm and sunny to worry about anything. Jill strolled through an underpass and stood looking at the broad expanse of sandy beach. On impulse, she hiked down to the water's edge and sat down on the soft sand, with a happy sigh. Her feet felt hot and swollen. She tugged her shoes off and wiggled her toes. Up the beach a short distance was a lifeguard's tower. She splashed through the rippling surf, her shoes tied around her neck and the suitcase tucked firmly under her arm.
"Hey!" she called up to the tanned lifeguard. "Watch my stuff for me, while I go dunk?"
He nodded and waved down to her. She turned and ran into the surf like a happy little kid, splashing and whooping as the cool Pacific waves smothered her hot body. The surf was running higher and stronger than she'd realized. A huge wave crashed over her as she came up spluttering from the crushing force of the last one that had tumbled her over. She felt warm sunshine on her breasts. She looked down, shocked to see that her halter was gone!
"Damn!" she groaned. "I'll never find it in this surf. Maybe if I run back to the guard stand real fast, no one will notice I'm half naked."
She pressed her hands over her full breasts and made a dash for the shelter of the high structure housing the guards. When she leaned against one of the timbers to catch her breath, she saw a guard standing in the shadows, grinning at her.
"Little accident," she said. Her hands didn't cover her boobs too well. "If you'll give me my case, I'll-"
"Dress? And cover those beautiful knockers?" He rubbed his crotch, staring at her nipples. They were up stiff, peeking through her fingers. "No way, babe. You're the best looking cunt on the whole damn beach, this morning."
He roughly jerked her in under the tower, in the shade of a low wood wall that protected the lifeboat stored out of the sun. Before she could collect her wits, he jammed her hand inside his trunks.
"Feel that cock, sweetie? That's for you! All of it!"
His hand lashed out and seized the band of her shorts. He ripped them off and threw them on the sand. His foot whipped behind her ankles. He pushed hard, knocking her flat on the hard-packed sand. Quick as a flash, his body covered hers.
"You, fucking, rapist!" she grated, angrily. "I hope the sand crabs bite your dong! You're not going to fuck me!"
"Says who?" he grunted. "Hold still, goddammit! Christ, you're one strong bitch. Lemme get my cock in you. You'll love it! All the chicks around here dig the way I screw."
"Go fuck them!" Jill panted. She beat on his chest with her clenched fists. "You're not getting into my cunt! No way, damn you!"
He drew back and slammed his open palm against the side of her head. She fell back, stunned. He shoved her legs open and crawled up on her prone body. Jill brought her knee up sharply, smashing solidly against his balls.
"You, crazy bitch," he groaned, doubling up in agony on the sand. "Pete! Pete, get your ass down here. Poontang time, you fucking bastard!"
Jill was halfway to her feet before his buddy leaped down and ran under the tower. He saw her naked boobs swaying as she weaved around, shaking her head to clear it. His buddy lay naked, holding himself and moaning like he was dying.
He merely grunted, turning his back on the fallen would-be rapist. "Serves him right, that asshole. Did he hurt you, Miss?"
He brushed the sand off her back, awkwardly, apologizing for the actions of his friend.
"I'm O.K. Now. Shit! I'm shaking like a leaf. Do you have to stare at my boobs that way?"
"Uh-sorry about that. But you are really built! Come on up in the tower with me. You need a stiff drink. And you can dress inside where no one can see you." He turned to the guard holding his balls. "Stay down here, you fuckhead! Hear me?"
Jill managed to climb up the ladder and fall gratefully on a cot just inside the door. "Whew!" she exclaimed. "I'm sure glad you were here this morning. You-oh, no-what are you doing?"
"Just getting rid of these trunks, honey babe." His bare cock snapped up, hitting his flat belly. "I beat this damn thing off, twice, watching you play around in the water. I'm ready!"
Jill groaned. She closed her legs and tried to cover her bare breasts with her hands. "Shit! Out of the frying pan ... "
"And into a nice fuck session with a hard pecker. You owe me, baby. I'm not rough like that slob lying down there holding his aching balls. Don't try anything like that with me." He grinned, reaching out to rumple her hair.
Jill stared at his thick, stiff cock, bobbing in the air just inches from her mouth.
She sighed. "Guess I owe you a quickie," she said, dropping her hands. She lay back on the cot and let her knees drift open a little. His eyes stared at the golden thatch between her legs. He gripped his cock and gave it a couple jerks, and knelt on the cot between her soft thighs. In spite of herself, Jill was turned on and ready to take him.
"This won't be too quick," he growled, lifting his heavy cock up to her open cunt hole. "Remember, I blew off twice already, this morning! Ah! Wowie! Are you ready for this!"
Jill was ready! Her pussy snapped at his cock the moment she felt his cocktip touch her moist cunt lips.
"Be nice to me," she asked, lifting her shapely legs and crossing her ankles over his back. "I got the hell fucked out of me, yesterday, by a monster cock. I'm tender inside."
He didn't answer her. His cock eased into her wetness. Clear to the bottom. His mouth settled over a nipple, tugging and sucking on it until it tingled almost as much as her erect, throbbing clit.
"Mmmm. Hey, you fuck nice," Jill murmured, settling her ass deeper into the yielding cot. "You're just the right size for me."
"Can the chatter. Screw!" he grunted. His fleshy cock pushed deeper into her cunt, moving in impatiently after a couple of quick, snapping thrusts to get his cock skin juicy and wet. "Huh, you're okay, for a chick your age. You got ball bearings in your hips. That stupid asshole really fucked up, being mean to you."
His hard dick pulsed inside her, shoving her cunt walls out, reaming steadily in her hot chute. The cot groaned under them. Her tits bounced up and down as he picked up the fucking pace. Jill felt herself slipping off into a hazy world, filled with the sounds of a strong man panting, and the little slurping noises of her wet cunt being fucked by a stud who knew exactly what to do with his cock.
"You are one sweet piece of ass, baby," he muttered. "Nice boobs, too." His white teeth nipped at her brittle nipples, making them feel they would break right off the next time he tugged at them. She shivered, her emotions mounting, in spite of herself. He came up on his knees, screwing her hot snatch with long, raking strokes. His hands cupped her breasts, pinching them, making them seem to swell up to fill his strong hands completely. Her cunt snapped and clenched and bucked against every hard thrust of his hard meat.
"God damn," Jill thought to herself. "This is the fourth man I've fucked, since I cut out and left Los Angeles. I'm acting like a whore. But this one isn't my fault."
"Pay attention!" the lifeguard snarled at her. "Fuck that cock. Fuck it harder, I tell you."
He drilled like a steel bore into her quivering pussy. She felt squirmy hot inside, like her climax was coming even though she wasn't ready yet. Her snatch felt inflamed and itchy. It was difficult not to reach down and jamb her fingers into her hole.
"Suck on my titties," she pleaded. "Bite my nipples!"
His tongue dragged roughly over her aroused tit flesh. He sucked her nipple deeply into his mouth, released it, and bit it again, hard. He blew on her pointy breasts, drying the saliva that had smeared over them. She could feel her excitement growing, even though she wanted to cheat him of the feel of her box gripping him in the heat of her orgasm.
Sweet sensations flooded through her writhing body. Jill felt ashamed of herself, turning on, fucking a rough total stranger like she was some alley bitch he had found. But she was hot! There wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop the growing urge to get off that was making her cunt take over and fuck him with sharp, snapping twists of her hips.
"You're gettin' it, you sweet bitch," he panted. "God damn, you can really move when you get goin'. Fuck that whang, baby! Screw it! Screw it!"
"Uhhmmm," Jill moaned. "You're fucking me crazy. I can't hold back, any more. I'm gonna come all over this stupid old tower."
"Not yet, you don't. I want to come first. Hold off, damn you!"
He jerked her to her feet and slammed her body against the wall. His cock ripped into her cunt. He kicked her feet apart and got a grip on her waist, grinding his cock into her hole with long, cock thrusts.
"You creaming-cunted bitch," he panted. "You are going to stand there and fuck until I decide to come. Hear me? I'm going to fuck the hair right off your snatch."
Something seemed to snap in Jill's mind. "Yes!" she groaned. "That's what I want. Fuck me bald! Burn the hair off my twat with that fucking branding iron. Pour it to me, you mother-fucker of a gritty stud!"
She braced herself against the rough timbers of the tower, screwing back at his hard dong pounding at her slippery cunt. He suddenly pulled out and slammed her down on the cot again. He fucked her hole brutally. His thick cockhead stretched her tender pussy lips every time he slammed his prick into her. Each time it felt to Jill like he was going clear through her cunt and up into her heaving belly and smack into her mouth.
She could almost taste his hot male cock flesh in her throat. She swallowed hard, like he was coming in her mouth. The tower seemed to tilt and spin like a broken top. Her fists beat against his ribs in a stormy, nerve-snapping release of her lust to fuck.
"Love that hot cock. Love it. Love it," she moaned. "Feel my cunt grab you? I'm coming, damn it. Coming!"
"Jesus Christ! Me, too!" the guard groaned. "Your cunt feels so damn tight. So fucking hot. Here it comes! Oooowwww! Shit! My cum burns like fire! Aaaahhh!"
He shoved her away from him, leaping to his feet, shuffling around the tower, doubled over, clutching his cock with both hands. Jill hadn't made it all the way. It seemed to her that her pussy ached as much as his balls must hurt. She spread her legs and grabbed for her cunt, ramming two fingers deep in her soaking hole.
"Help me," she pleaded. "Finger fuck me! Suck on me. I gotta get off. Gotta come all the way."
"Fuck you," he groaned. But even though he had blasted his balls empty, his cock stayed swollen full and rigidly erect. "This fucking thing of mine has gone nuts," he muttered.
Jill saw him standing staring at his dick, flicking it with his finger. She leaped off the cot and crashed up against him and the wall, slamming her hot snatch down over his hard prong. She forced him up into her hole, swinging her hips on his boner, fucking herself madly with his aching tool.
"You wanted to screw me," she grated. "Do it! Fuck the livin' shit out of me. Rape me, damn you!"
"Okay! Okay!" he shouted, grabbing her asscheeks. "You friggin' beach bunny. I'll screw your brains out!"
Her hips churned faster and faster. Her cunt flowed hot juice like a bubbling fountain. She felt an itching, burning flame glowing inside her belly. Her heels dug into the sand on the floor. Her sharp nails raked long bloody gashes in his ass cheeks. Jill slipped over the edge. Her eyes were glazed and wild!
She jerked back, pulling his dong out of her squishing cunt. She turned around, backing up to him and waggling her ass.
"Fuck me up my dirt chute, you sandy, gritty bastard," she snapped at him. "Rape my butt. Ah! Yes, yes, like that. Rrrrrr, deeper. Harder. Bang my hole harder!"
"I'm gonna fill your fucking asshole with hot cum, baby. Yeah! I can feel it inside me. It wants to get out. Wants to splash inside your hot shithole. Swing it, babe. Swwiiing Hit!"
She reached down and grabbed her ankles, planting herself firmly in the sand. His hands closed over her hip bones. He gritted his teeth. He bit her on her neck and unleashed an agonizing blast of sperm into her cock-packed asshole.
"Ugh! That's it, you cunt. I mean it. That is all. Leave me alone. Get your clothes on and take off," the guard groaned.
She stood there, panting, trying to wipe the stinging sweat out of her eyes. Her cunt and her stinging asshole dripped with his sticky cum. Jill scooped his shorts up off the floor and used them to wipe herself.
She rummaged through her suitcase and found a thin cotton dress. From the safety of the bottom of the ladder she looked up at him and smiled, too sweetly.
"Thanks for a good time, you fucking bunny banger, you!" she yelled up at him. "See you around. I hope NOT!"
Jill headed down the beach, glancing back at him only once. He was standing in the doorway, holding his bruised cock and shaking his head. She bet he would think twice before he tackled another hot bitch like her. Jill stopped suddenly and sat down on the sand.
What had happened to her? Just a few hours ago she had thought of herself as a dowdy housewife, stuck in a miserable apartment with a no-good, quick-coming cunt teaser. Now she had just called herself a hot bitch. She smiled and got to her feet, heading for the freeway. How much better to be a hot bitch than what she had been. God help the next man who put his hand on her bare leg! She'd put his cock in splints!