Dirty Girls
By s19000
Chapter 9

"Holy shit," said one of the boys. "She's amazing." 
Then they looked at Sara, suddenly embarrassed to be 
standing with their dicks in their hands.

"That's it," said Sara. "Show's over. You guys go now, 
and we'll come in a few minutes." The boys began to 
stumble through the sand toward the brightness of the 
beach and the stairs up to the boardwalk. "And guys?" 
They turned to look back at her. "Don't even think 
about a repeat performance. If we see you when we come 
out, or any time soon, Allison's going to scream about 
how you molested her. So just get yourselves far 
away." The boys hurried to the stairs and climbed up 
out of view.

Sara looked at Allison, who was still sitting against 
the wall with her legs spread and her hand inside her. 
"Did you like that?"

"God, it was so great, I can't even tell you. Thank 
you so much. But what about you? I came twice, but you 
didn't get to cum at all."

"That's OK," said Sara. "When we get back to the 
hotel, I'm going to fuck you until you can't see, and 
then you're going to eat me out until your face is 
covered with me."

"God, yes. I want you to fuck me. I want to eat you. 
But how are we going to get back to the hotel? I'm 
covered with cum."

"You can start by buttoning up your blouse."

Allison looked at her chest. "But what about the cum?"

"Your blouse will soak it up."

Allison buttoned the bottom button. "But people will 
see..."

"They'll think it's water. This IS the beach."

"Oh, yeah. Sure." Allison finished buttoning her 
blouse and stood up.

Sara leaned over and sniffed. "You smell like cum. 
You'll be smelling it all the way back to the hotel. 
That means you'll be good and hot for me."

"I'm always hot for you. You know that." Allison 
sniffed. "Ooh. I smell dirty."

"You are dirty."

"I know. I love it when you call me dirty. Keep 
calling me that, OK?"

"Sure, dirty girl. Come on." Sara led the way to the 
beach and the stairs, and they climbed back up to the 
boardwalk.

"I don't see them," said Allison.

"Naw. They're somewhere jacking off and talking about 
you. They'll jack off to you for weeks, maybe the rest 
of their lives."

"God, I like that. Boys jacking off while they think 
about me."

As they started down the boardwalk toward their hotel, 
Sara said, "I think other people will play with 
themselves, too, after they see how you look right 
now."

"What do you mean?"

"With your hair all plastered down and your blouse 
out, you really look like a dirty girl. And you've got 
sand all over your ass. People probably think you just 
got fucked."

"Mmmm. You mean they think that some guy stuck his 
cock in me and fucked until he came?"

"They might. See that guy walking toward us? See how 
he's looking at you?"

"You think he wants to fuck me?"

"I wouldn't be surprised, because he's looking at your 
tits."

"Why would he do that? I don't have any."

"I know, but he can see them anyway, because the cum 
makes your blouse transparent."

Allison looked down at herself. Her white blouse was 
soaked with cum and plastered against her chest, and 
her nipples showed clearly through the wet fabric. 
"Everyone can see me!"

"Here comes another guy," said Sara. "See him? He's 
looking right at you. And look at that woman who's 
staring at you. I think she wants to fuck you, too."

"This is great. I love it when people look at me."

Allison wanted to go through the lobby of the hotel 
and ride the elevator up to their room so more people 
would see her, but Sara said she would be recognized, 
so they snuck up the back stairs.

Once they were inside their room, Sara pulled Allison 
to her and kissed her. "I'm just like Rob, aren't I?" 
she said. She worked her tongue deep into Allison's 
mouth, while she rubbed Allison's nipples through the 
wet blouse.

"Rob was just some guy," said Allison. "I love you, 
Sara. I loved what you made me do today." Allison 
fumbled with Sara's jeans. "Fuck me. Please. I want 
you to fuck me."