Bill Gillie
Surfer girl

CHAPTER ONE

He had a thing for her butt. It wasn't enough to look at and fondle a little bit on the way to fucking her pussy. He had to have all of her asshole. In the center was the wrinkled, pink hole that squeaked when jammed with a finger or a cock. He still remembered that other charming girl who gasped when he licked her asshole. And now he was reaching between his daughter's cheeks with his tongue hanging out, slurping on her rump cheeks. He found the small sphincter and gave the pink muscle a solid lick and felt her shiver against him.

They drove by night.

The driver, a thin, nervous man in his late thirties, didn't know where to go. His old lady was home soaking up the boob tube and feeding the kid so he couldn't go there. His best buddy Fred had a bachelor pad across town, but Fred was away on a business trip. Shit, what luck! What with the circular waterbed and the closet full of dildoes and exotic creams and lotions to use, it was the perfect place. But the place was locked up and there was no point crying over his bad luck because it wouldn't help.

Beside him sat a young girl with blonde hair that came down over her shoulders and covered her well-formed breasts which puffed out against her nylon blouse. She was a beautiful girl with azure-blue eyes, a straight, delicate nose and ripe, luscious lips. He guessed her age at fifteen, maybe a year or two older. She had the fragile beauty of a girl who had been sheltered from life's harsh realities and was stepping out into the real world for the first time.

Her name was Janet. No last name, no address, nothing. He had picked her up after leaving the all night restaurant. Or rather, she had picked him up. Janet had asked him for a dime to call home and he had looked into those penetrating blue eyes and knew what she wanted. She was lonely, lost, looking for someone, anyone – any man. Her white skin was clear as glass, unblemished by adolescent pimples. It was perfect in color and texture; white as porcelain china. She was a virgin, he thought as he offered her a ride. When she accepted, he nearly went through the roof. She wanted something else from him. Janice no more needed a ride than she needed the dime to make the telephone call. And now as he drove down the nearly deserted boulevard, his heart pounding like a jackhammer, he wondered how such a find could happen to him, Tim Morgan, of all people.

Well, he wouldn't be lucky much longer unless he found a place to fuck this bitch. Janet was squirming on the front seat, crossing her legs nervously and breathing hard through her mouth. He watched her blouse rise and fall, enchanted with her small breasts with the hard nipples, then looked up just in time to see the truck run the red light and swerve out of the way.

"Bastard!" Morgan shouted, shaking his fist. He had to get off the road in a hurry or risk getting killed, risk losing this beautiful teenage bitch to old man Death. Ahead, a few blocks down, flashed a green neon sign. "Happy Heaven" the slender ribbons of neon read. "Five Bucks". It was just the place and exactly the right price for Morgan's wallet. He gunned the accelerator and the Buick roared down the weary asphalt pavement toward the neon sign and the exquisite pleasure that waited for him.

Janet stayed in the car while Morgan went inside to register. She pulled the sun visor down to hide her face. It was a silly gesture. The Happy Heaven motels of the world didn't care who patronized their rooms as long as they were paid for. She wondered what her father would say if he saw his daughter walking into a motel room with a man twice her age.

He wouldn't find out. Her father at that moment was in California looking for a house. And her mother was passed out on the couch. Janet had thrown the empty pint bottle of Vodka into the trash and snapped off Johnny Carson on the television. Her mother hadn't moved a muscle.

Janet moved in her seat. The curly haired triangle between her thighs was sopping wet. She pushed a hand down along her thigh and rubbed her panties. Her skin was perspiring and her face was flushed with heat. In her last night in Dairy, Ohio. Tomorrow morning she would board the jet that would take them to San Diego, California. She would be gone for good. In a few hours Dairy would be a memory, a place she was born in and lived in all her fifteen years. It would not be an unpleasant separation. The town meant nothing to Janet. It was a small town, a grimy place with a small-town mentality. Perhaps because her mother was a drunk or her father was always away on business trips, Janet did not feel a part of Dairy. She had wanted to start over, to begin a new life, then just like that her father got a transfer to California. Amazing! The land of eternal sunshine and second chances. She had almost burst when told of the move. Janet had never been so ecstatic. Now the moving was finished, the good-byes said, and only one piece of unfinished business remained. And, squeezing her thighs together, feeling the swollen lips of her cunt press together as Tim Morgan came swaggering from the office, key in hand, she knew even that would be taken care of.

"Ready, baby?" said Morgan, hopping in the front seat.

"Let's do it," she answered. She felt the warmth from his grin course through her body. Janet was a virgin. It was no big secret. Every boy at Dairy High called her the "prude who wouldn't screw." Virginity was something men could spot a mile away. Even this Tim Morgan sensed it. It wasn't Janet's fault. She wanted to be accepted and carefree like the other girls in high school, but she never found the right boy and somehow the time slipped by and suddenly Janet was fifteen years old. Well, she wasn't going to be a virgin any longer. Looking into Morgan's unblinking eyes sent a chill up her spine. It was the last thing she would leave behind in Dairy. She would not start her life over again in California as a prissy, introverted virgin. Tim Morgan would see to that. He would, or else!

Janet was out of the car and standing at the door waiting impatiently for Morgan to follow. He licked his lips. Oh, man, this was his lucky day!

Janet drifted as if caught in a dream. The room was surprisingly clean and decorative. She saw only the bed. It was huge! She sat down on the mattress and pressed her thighs against the edge. Her heart pounded with ferocious intensity. Her head spun merrily and she felt light and breezy, like bubbles foaming through vintage champagne. Desire surged through her nipples. No man had ever fondled her palm-size breasts before. She had never felt wet lips closing on her pinkish nipples, a tongue teasing and thrilling her in a thousand exquisite ways. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it away. Goosebumps flared from her chest and moved down her belly and across her thighs and cunt. She felt a twinge of embarrassment as she stripped her blouse off. Janet was down to her panties, afraid to turn and face Morgan.

"Please, the lights," she said. The room was thrown into darkness. She gasped, relieved that her nakedness was concealed.

For what seemed an eternity, she lay, hearing Morgan's clothes coming off. She reached for her panties, then stopped. No, he might want to, she thought, remembering a romance book she had once read. She pulled back the covers and crawled between the crisp sheets. The heavy starch played hell with her nipples as she lay there, vulnerable, excited and scared. Her awkward fingers were eager to touch his cock just as her twat was begging to take his hardness inside her.

Morgan seemed to be in no hurry as he stripped off his clothes in the pitch darkness. He whistled as his hips bounced softly on the bed, causing the springs to groan. Janet felt his presence everywhere. She lay back on the bed, resting her head on the pillow, and waited. The knot of pain in her chest strangled her. Why was he taking so long? She moved her fingers along the willowy contours of her hips and across the soft pubic mound. She was wet from the juice pouring out of her slit. She rubbed her fingers across the lips of her cunt and brushed them against the clitoris that rose up like a throbbing flower bud.

She gasped, sucking in air.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Morgan said.

"Nothing," she answered, afraid to tell him. Her clitoris sent jolts of pleasure rocketing back through the sleeve of her cunt and up the sides of her spine. It made her body vibrate like a tuning fork. Her ripe odors flared her nostrils, filling the room with a heavy, musky scent.

The bed sagged as Tim Morgan rolled over to her side, his hand fondling her breast. She moved clumsily. Janet was surprised to find his other hand stroking her cunt. He seemed to know exactly what to do. Every wiggle of flesh, every roll of her hip set off another pleasure spasm. He moved up and down her body, kneading her muscles, caressing, probing, stimulating every nerve. They said nothing for several minutes; it was enough that his hands touched her and that she responded.

Then with a rustle of movement, his head was between her quivering thighs and his tongue was licking the soft cunt folds while fingers crept lower along her buttocks. He raised her hips and drove his tongue into her slit.

"Aaaahhhh!" she gasped. She struggled, trying to move away. Morgan embarrassed her. My God, his face was on her twat, down there between her legs! She had heard jokes about such things, but he was doing it! Eating her cunt! Eating and licking her cunt with his tongue! She twisted on the crisp sheet, now damp with her sweat, feeling the fingers holding her butt cheeks and she shuddered. Humiliation pulsated like a living thing!

She wanted to shout, "Stop!", but couldn't. It felt too damn good. Maybe this was how people made love, she thought, her mind reeling. What was it called by those boys in high school? Hair pie? Eating pussy? Cunt sandwich? All those sickening, disgusting things she had heard at school. She considered herself above the depraved taunts of small-time punks. But she wasn't. Janet heard the hideously slurping as this man brought his tongue through her slit, licking and toying with her cunt folds until her hips rose and fell automatically on the bed, her hole screaming to be filled, and Janet knew she was not above anything. Arching her back, she reached for Morgan.

"Hurry," she moaned in a husky voice. "I want you. I want you now!"

She was climbing the walls for his cock, and Morgan was hot to give it to her. His cock throbbed all the way to the wedge-shaped tip and his nuts ached in his swollen scrotum. He pulled away, felt her thighs tremble, then jammed two fingers into her slot.

"Oohhhhh!" she gasped.

He went into her cooze in one smooth upward stroke. Her cunt opened, squeezed momentarily, then gripped him with a soft, wet warmth.

Morgan was excited beyond words. Never had a woman turned him on like this. He pushed up, trying to feel her hymen. He couldn't. She wiggled around on the tip of his finger, her fuck hole making him squirm like a worm on hot cement. Her fragrant juice suffused his nostrils. The sweat fell in sheets, bathing his hairy chest. She was primed, ready to explode. He pulled his finger from her cunt, the tug of her cunt sleeve causing Janet to groan and then began the urgent journey to her mouth.

He dragged his swollen nuts through her cunt and up along her fluttering belly and through the valley of her breasts. He came closer and closer, his tingling prick tracing the ridge of her lower lip.

"Suck," he whispered. "Suck my dick."

He thrust again into her fuck hole, fingering her hot, wet sleeve while jamming his dick into her surprised, open mouth.

Her mouth was warm as pudding around his swollen member. Her tongue did weird, wild things to his taut, excited flesh. She curled around the tip like an eel. Ohh, baby, was she good! He fingered her cunt and felt the response in her mouth. Her cunt was blaring for sex, screaming and demanding. He fingered her clitoris like a toggle switch and groaned as her sweltering mouth sucked on his hardness.

"Good, baby, soo good." He reached past her thighs and tickled her ass playfully. She flinched. Her ass was small and well-shaped and would look fantastic in a low-slung bikini. He wouldn't mind ending up with his dick wedged between those firm cheeks, driving into her asshole. But that was later – right now he was too turned on by her mouth.

And so was Janet. Sucking his cock was disgusting, but she couldn't stop. She was helpless against the fingers that sent warm, tingling excitement racing through her. She felt like a fire hydrant spraying from both ends. She twisted and shimmied against his hunching body. She had been scared, but never this scared. He pulled her thighs roughly apart and rubbed her cunt mound with the flat of his hand. His cock flicked obscenely against her leg, the reptilian feel of his skin making her want to crawl away and hide. But Tim Morgan wasn't stopping now. He had sucked her cunt and felt her virgin tongue cleaning his cock and now her cunt was going to have him. Every last inch!

He pulled up on her butt cheeks and she screamed.

"Tell me how bad you want it," he shouted. He fitted into her an inch at a time, her skin hugging him like a glove.

Her chest swelled. Her throat was hoarse as her tight-lipped mouth opened wide. She screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, my God! Fuck my cunt!"

Her ass cheeks were handles in his oversized hands as Morgan pulled her cunt snugly down onto his dick. He slid inside, felt a momentary resistance, heard Janet gasp, and then he wagged his hips and pushed through her hymen.

Her cunt was wet and soft and incredibly exciting. Her womb was free to his snaking cock. She was hot and wet all the way down her pulsating channel. It was like fucking her mouth, only warmer and tighter. Her hips humped awkwardly until he forced her to slow-fuck him.

Janet writhed underneath his humping hips, feeling the thundering cock run through her vagina like a burning poker. She was wild, ecstatic. It was fantastic! The scream rose from her throat and settled at the roof of her mouth. It grew bigger and bigger and yet it would not budge an inch. It settled there inside. Instead of the scream filling her ears, Janet heard bedsprings creaking, her lungs gasping, the soft, sucking noise of cock fucking her cunt. It was too much for her frantic mind. She floated out in space, locked up in a savagely lurid dream. Her cunt was trembling and her buttocks pulled up rudely around his fat cock and then she felt the sprinkle of sperm spraying her cunt walls and she was fine. The scream came loose from her mouth and she was shouting out the wild joy she felt from his dick shooting sperm into her womb.

"Aaaahhhh!" she yelled. "Come! Coming! I'm coming!"

Morgan pulled her thighs straight up in the air while his dick gunned her cunt. His hot sperm dribbled out of her greasy slit and down the ravine of her ass cheeks. She had a beautiful ass, Morgan thought. It was too bad his strength was draining into her cooze. He felt enervated, weak, unable to move. If lucky, he might be able to stagger to his car in half an hour.

Her sleeve crimped down, trapping his jerking cock and he groaned. What a cunt! He had never fucked a woman who was so young and hot and soft and fantastic. His swollen balls drained like a faucet into her wet hole.

Janet was great, too great to pass up. He wanted to see her again. Shit, he wanted to fuck her every night of the year! To hell with his old lady. She was a worn-out hag who got her rocks watching the tube. Her hole was worn out, like a two-dollar-trick's cunt. It was big enough to swallow up his fist. But Janet was something else again. She'd make anybody proud.

"Oh, man," he said, slumping into the V of her spread legs.

Janet couldn't answer immediately. What could she say? Her twat lips fluttered like the spread wings of a butterfly. She was deliriously happy. Her breasts pressed against her chest, the tight nipples now soft and suffused with blood. She lay back in the crisp sheets dreaming of California and how different her life would be after this night.

Morgan was slumbering between her legs. Or he was until she felt him move, his hairy chest crawling forward on her belly, his weight pressing her to the mattress. She felt a pop as his fast wilting cock was yanked from her cunt. Come trickled down her skin. But she was not thinking about that. Morgan was moving closer and closer.

She knew what he wanted and she shuddered to think a man would want that done now. She struggled to push him away, but his strong biceps pushed her to the bed. Janet closed her eyes but that did not stop him from dragging his cock up to her face. She looked at last and saw the huge, expired cock being dragged like a rudder between his legs, the end leaking sperm onto her skin. She gasped.

"No," she said.

Morgan didn't listen. He held her shoulders down and pushed his cock onto her trembling lower lip. She turned her head away, but he grabbed her ears and forced her to look at him.

"Do it," he said.

She smelled the putrid air and felt the goo on her lip and it was so vile that she wanted to die. It was hideous. Or was it? His penis dragged across her dry lip and finished inside the sweet open void of her mouth, touching teeth and gums and finally hot, wet tongue.

"You like?" he added.

She did. His sperm was not bad tasting as she sucked him clean. The same tongue that had made him hard was drinking out his juice and cleaning the wrinkled foreskin. Morgan only groaned with delight as she pressed his dick down her throat. His dick wagged inside her open throat, her tongue washing and cleaning it. It was sensational, the best he ever had.

She would not forget him. Gagging on his cock, feeling the burning afterglow of her come between her sperm-slippery thighs, she knew life would be different.

She was ready for California. At last!