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."