Chapter 7
Jill flipped the television on, but the late shows were boring. She quickly grew restless in the small motel room, alone. When the manager checked to see if she was all right, and handed her another fifty dollars, Jill abruptly decided it was time to move on. Right now! Even in the middle of the night. The moon was bright and the skies were clear. When he left, she put on a warm shirt and levis, and packed her suitcase.
She strolled up the road to the motel entrance. There was a young fellow fooling with the motor of his Honda, parked near the motel sign. Tools were scattered around on the ground under the bike. As she approached him he stood up, wiping his hands and nodding to himself, satisfied with the adjustment he had made.
"Nice night," Jill smiled at him.
"It sure is." He stood looking at her tight shirt and the way it revealed the curves of her breasts. "Name's Tim," he said, holding out his hand.
His grin was warm and friendly. She stood very close to him, running her hand over the seat of the cycle.
"If you are going up the coast tonight, I'd like to ride with you. Could I fit on this seat behind you?"
"Sure," he grinned. "You're at the motel? Go grab your gear. I'll strap it on. There's room on the rack behind my sleeping bag."
In a few minutes they were ready for the highway. Tim kicked the engine over and motioned for her to get on and hold onto him tightly. Jill caught her breath when she felt the powerful surge of the motor. Her arms hugged him, pressing her large breasts against his broad back. They hit the freeway and he opened up, roaring through the star-filled night, holding one of her cool hands under his.
"My other hand is cold," Jill told him, nipping at his ear.
He revved the heavy motor and swung out to pass a slow moving truck. "Can't you think of any place to put it?" he shouted back.
"Oh, yes!" she told him. "That is, if you don't mind."
"Be my guest." He sat up straight so she could pull his zipper down. Her hand slipped into the warmth of his fly, cupping his strong, thick cock. One more mile down the freeway and she had him out in the night air, coming up hard and throbbing heavily in her clenched fist.
Her nipples rose stiffly from her excitement, playing with his hard tool. Jill felt that familiar, sexy warm blush creeping over her boobs and up her smooth neck. She was on! His hand wrapped around hers, slowing the pace of her cock stroking.
"Why don't we pull off the road at Shell Beach?" he shouted back to her. "There's room for you in my sleeping bag, if you don't make my cock get any bigger."
She laughed and lovingly squeezed his dick. "No guarantees!"
The beach should have been called Dune Center. Most of the shells had been carried away by hundreds of kids and vacationers to the broad sweep of sand and low brush. They found a wide depression in the sandy beach, sheltered from the cool night breeze. Tim tossed the sleeping bag down in the smooth sandy area and uncorked a thermos of hot coffee.
They sat cross-legged on the bag, sipping the steaming brew and talking in low tones. Jill was aglow. She tugged her shirt open. She could feel his eyes on her full breasts, snow-white and lush, in the bright moonlight. Her hands caressed his erect cock that dribbled a steady stream of juice. The urge to fuck built swiftly in both of them. Jill lay back on the soft bag and guided his hand inside her shirt. Her stiff nipples tingled at his warm touch. His cock throbbed with every quick beat of his heart. It was so quiet in the dunes, they felt wonderfully alone. Isolated. Like they were in a shining crater on the moon. Tim was a very capable lover, young as he was. Her boobs swelled under his skillful fingers teasing her hot flesh into waves of rippling goose bumps of excitement.
His fingers unbuttoned her shirt completely and pulled it open. Jill's silvery mounds rose and fell with her quick breathing. He sucked tenderly on her rigid nipples, sliding his hand down into her levis and cupping her hot pussy mound.
"Mmmmm. You make love so sweetly," Jill murmured. "It's like we've been going together for weeks and weeks. You know where all my secret turn-on places are hidden. You make my clitty tingle with joy, rubbing it that way."
Her hands pushed her pants down her slim legs. His hot mouth followed the edge of the material. Tim's tongue flicked over her erect clit and dipped into the fragrant bush of hair that gleamed like spun gold, in the light of the moon.
They lay side by side on the sleeping bag, their hands hotly stroking each other's ass cheeks. His mouth eagerly sucked on her cunt, his tongue brushing her hair aside and exposing her soft warm flesh to his touch. Jill's lips and tongue worked hungrily on his thick tool, frenching him into quick, quivering shudders that made her long to feel his totally naked body lying on hers.
They undressed each other and unzipped the bag, lying starkly nude in the cool night air, licking and kissing hotly. How different this is, from getting banged for money, back at the motel, Jill thought.
"Ease off on that cock," Tim whispered to her. "I want to concentrate on eating your pussy. You taste so damn good! When I push my tongue in you, it grabs at me! Your cunt is like a hot, hungry man trap."
Jill understood his mood and reluctantly let go of his rigid dick. She clasped her hands under her head, fluffing her hair in golden waves, relaxing with her legs spread wide for his mouth to enjoy her cunt. She tried very hard to lie still and think about nothing except how his mouth felt, eating and eating her hot snatch. Jolts of electric fire zipped up through her body each time his tongue tip grazed over her clit. The full moon dodged in and out of the scattered clouds, now revealing, now hiding their white forms prone on the warm sleeping bag.
"Ooooooh, I'm in heaven," Jill sighed happily, reaching down to brush her fingers over his smooth cheeks. "You suck on me so good. So easy. So slow and sensuous. I want to come, but I don't want to."
His fingers parted her fat pussy lips. He backed away, to stare at her moist pink flesh. Her cunt closed firmly around his middle finger when he began to finger fuck her, deliciously slowly and deeply. Jill's hips trembled and rose to follow his finger when it withdrew from her damp depths. She could not keep from reaching down to stroke her own rigid clit.
"Hot damn! That turns me on," Tim grinned. "Watching you play with your cunt that way, I mean. I've never seen a woman do that. Not once in all my life."
"With you, it seems so right," she said. "It's exciting to see your eyes following my finger. I don't feel dirty, or bad, doing it in front of you. Uh ... OH! I'm going to come, Tim! Can't help it. I'm coming!"
"Do it! Go ahead. Get your gun, honey." He backed away to sit up between her legs, roughly jacking his cock with one hand and holding tightly to her open leg, feeling her body growing more and more tense as her climax built and swiftly smothered her in its crashing waves of erotic pleasure.
He watched her hips snap up and press her cunt mound against her circling fingertip rubbing frantically on her sensitive clitty. She came with convulsive speed moaning his name, writhing and twisting as her fingers drove deep into her hole. Her orgasm shook them both! He fell on her, raking her finger with his stiff cock as it rammed into her cunt. He hugged her, tightly, feeling her ecstasy as she came and came and then, ever so slowly, began fucking the delightful hardness of his probing whang.
He pushed her arms and legs out from her body, and lifted himself up high, so just his hard cock made contact with her. His move concentrated all their feelings on her cunt and his stiff cock. Their eyes watched his thick pole rise and fall, sinking to the bottom of her cunt and then easing back, to gleam wetly in the soft light reflected from the shifting sands.
Tim fucked her tirelessly, smoothly, using the same tightly bunched muscles that guided his powerful Honda. They now worked like a snapping whip to thrill her silky cunt with the movements of his cock. Jill's hips matched his, stroke for stroke. She dug her heels into the yielding bag and contracted the strong muscles in her cunt, dragging his slippery juice from his fucking shaft. It trickled down the crack of her ass, drying quickly from the flaming heat of her flushed skin.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, tilting her cunt up to the moonlight. "God! That's the most beautiful sight in the whole fucking world," he breathed. "Look how your cunt lips close so tightly around me. I can feel your snatch move, inside, and grab my cock. Horny! Horny! Christ, watching your pussy fuck me is gonna make me come in just two more strokes."
"NO!" Jill gasped. "No, not so soon! I want to fuck all night long. I don't want to stop. Your cock feels so good in me. Slow down. Slow! Just lay on me and let it soak."
He rested on his elbows and brushed his open lips over her ruby nipples. Her cunt would not relax. It kept working on his rod, milking and tightening around it so insistently that she made him come even though his cock wasn't moving an inch.
His dick erupted, swelling and jerking furiously. "Aaaaaah," he sighed. She grabbed him, locking him to her, shuddering and moaning like she was dying. His hot gism sluiced into her slick hole. He crushed her to him, running his tongue deep into her mouth, licking and sucking her tongue as his dick throbbed in her velvet prison.
Tim shakily sat up and eased his soft tool out of her cunt. He shook his head and rubbed his hand over his wet mouth. "Tastes like hot pussy," he grinned at her. "Beats a twelve course dinner all to hell and gone!"
"I can still taste the sweetness of your cock, too," Jill replied. "You're not sleepy now, are you? I mean, we're not going to stop making love, are we?"
Her voice was so plaintive, Tim laughed and playfully rumpled her hair. "No way, I ... listen! I must be losing my marbles! We're not fucking, but I can still hear a woman panting!"
Jill sat up, and then scrambled to her feet and silently climbed up the edge of the dune. She knelt down at the top, and beckoned him to come up beside her. "Look," she whispered. "Isn't that simply beautiful? I didn't know anyone was on the beach, but us."
They lay on their stomachs, watching two stark naked girls sucking madly on each other's pussies, in the bottom of a shallow hollow of the beach below them. Panties and bras and shirts and shorts were scattered around on the sand. Their slim bodies undulated slowly. Their heads moved between uplifted legs, lapping and sucking noisily. Neither of the girls was aware of being watched.
Jill felt her cunt burning. "Stand up, Tim," she urged him. "I want to screw you, right here in the open. I want them to look up and see your beautiful cock fucking my cunt. They won't believe their eyes!"
He grinned and helped her to her feet, his cock up stiff and bouncing with his eagerness to slide back into the warm nest of her pussy.
Jill sucked in her breath sharply when his rigid dick nudged past her cunt lips and sank into her tender hole. Her arms stole around his neck. She fucked him, digging her feet into the yielding sand and tilting her cunt so his cockhead dragged maddeningly over her clit.
"Ooooo, look up there!" she heard one of the girls call out.
"Wha-what's wrong? What do you ... oh, wow! Look at that! And she's as naked as we are!"
"Look at her snatch swinging on that hard cock. Jesus! It's just like the couple on the cover of my fuck book."
Tim grinned down at them and began ramming his rigid rod in and out of Jill's hole even faster. The girls whispered to one another and then quickly got to their feet and scampered up the sandy bank to Jill and Tim. Not one more word was said. Their hands stroked Jill's trembling ass, feeling the silky softness of her skin and the ripple of her muscles working on Tim's cock.
"Ah!" Jill moaned softly. She leaned back away from Tim, making room for four hot hands to cup her swaying breasts and brush down over her stomach. Tim groaned when he felt his cock being squeezed by twenty hot fingers teasing around his wet shaft.
"Jesus, what a turn-on," he mumbled, growing hard as a rock. "I'm being fucked and jacked off at the same time. Too much! It's too much to handle!"
"Come!" the smaller of the two girls hissed hotly in his ear. "Come! I want to feel your cock shoot in her hole." Her finger darted between his plunging ass cheeks and burrowed into his tight asshole. She knelt down, pushing their bodies apart so she could see his wang drilling into Jill's pussy. "Beautiful," she murmured. "I could almost dig getting that dork up my own cunt."
Tim's hips snapped like a bull whip, his balls growing full and. heavy. He felt like a flaming poker prodding Jill's creaming cunt.
"Ahhhhh, no, no! Oh, shit! I'm coming," he groaned. "Can't stop it. Can't!"
The naked chick on her knees pushed him away from Jill and seized his hard dong. Her hand hotly pumped the thick cum out of his tool. The huge sparkling globs arched out into the air and splashed on the thirsty sand. Her companion seized Jill in a bear hug, kissing her firm tits and rubbing her pussy against Jill's screaming clitty. They tumbled down on the sand, grinding their cunt mounds together and coming and coming, clinging hotly to one another.
"What are you doing to me?" Jill gasped as she felt the girl's strong fingers whip into her wet hole. She lay flat on her back, looking down at the hand frigging her pussy. Tim knelt beside her. His mouth snapped shut over her erect nipple. He tilted his head so he could see the hot chick spread Jill's legs even wider and bury her face between Jill's shaking thighs.
"She's sucking my poor cunt clear off," Jill exclaimed. "I've never had a real lez go down on me. It's-it's frightening, the way she goes after my pussy!"
Tim's stiff rod was being handled roughly by the girl who had butt fingered him. She beat his meat without mercy, mumbling, "Come, you cock! I want you to come. You're so hot and stiff. Shoot!"
He groaned and shoved her roughly away. He grabbed his cock with both hands, defensively. "This ain't no fuckin' cum machine," he snapped at her. "Fuck off! Get back down the hill and suck your buddy off."
"No, no!" Jill panted. "Not yet. Get me off. At least once. I'm so fucking hot I gotta have a climax. NOW! Bite on me, you hot bitch. Lick me! Suck on me!"
"To hell with these crazy lezzies," Tim grunted. He pulled the girl away from Jill. "Beat it, you two. I got me some hard screwin' to do."
He jerked Jill to her feet and pushed her ahead of him, down into their own little hollow in the sand. The moment her ass hit the sleeping bag he was into her cunt, fucking her with a fast beat that rattled her teeth.
"Pour it to me," Jill screamed. "Fuck my cunt! FUCK IT! Don't you dare come. That bitch set my pussy on fire! I'm a cunt. Just a hot cunt. One huge, hungry mad fucking cunt. Cunt, cunt, cunt!" She babbled like a loon, out of her head with her insanely hot urge for an orgasm.
Her nails ripped into his ass cheeks. She pulled him deep inside her, snapping her hips, biting him on his neck. His cock felt like it was being jacked off. The friction of her clinging cunt walls inflamed his rigid dick.
"Oh, shit! God damn it all, to hell," Tim shouted. "I'm gonna go off again! I can feel my cum boiling up inside my cock. Ugh!"
His toes dug into the sand, pushing him into her to the very bottom of her grasping hole. He gritted his teeth and blasted a terrific load of gism into her hot cunthole.
He rolled away from her, holding his cock and biting his lips from the pain of his strained climax. "Wow! Now-that is ALL, baby! No more. That's all she wrote!"
When his body finally stopped shaking, he fumbled into the warm sleeping bag, holding it open for Jill to slip in beside him. In just a few minutes, the beach heard only the whisper of the wind sighing through the brush and over the shifting sands. They slept like children, nestled together. The moon drifted behind the clouds, drawing the darkness around them.