"Finger-fuck me, lover! Do it to me right here on the beach. I need it so bad, Davie."
Her hands roved caressingly over the big man's ass as she spread her legs a little wider and thrust her clitoris against the palm of his hand while her cunt-hole rhythmically swallowed and disgorged the maddening intrusion of his finger. She reached up to kiss him once again, her wet lips sucking hungrily on his tongue that jabbed out to meet her, in lewd simulation of the finger-fucking that was going on down below.
Angie felt uncontrollable waves of animal excitement wash over her horny body. Her need for his cock was building furiously, and she thought she might even be able to come once before she asked him to fuck her. She didn't think she could hold out that long, though.
Angie wanted something longer and harder and thicker than a finger up inside her juicing snatch. Her whole world had become that rousing sensation up inside her cunt and the skewering tongue ramming in and out between her lips.
Dave had almost forgotten his designs for the evening in the sheer eroticism of what was happening right now here on this lovely deserted beach. He was holding the wildest creature he had ever encountered, ramming his tongue down her throat and his finger up her pussy, and he was beginning to think she was going to go right out of her mind the way she was grinding and churning her cunt-mound up against his hand. He gripped her firmly around the shoulder to brace them both against her expected reaction to the second finger he shot up her hotly juicing cunt.
Angie's reaction to the second finger shoved up into her clasping twat was at least as intense as Dave had expected. She began humping over his hand more feverishly, rising on tiptoes just to shove her pussy down even harder onto the erect shaft of his cock-stiff finger.
"Oh, God, yes, yes!" she cried again and again, her head thrown back, her mouth abandoning Dave's lips as her whole being concentrated on the climax that was building deep in her belly.
"Do it, Dave! Shove your fingers up my cunt! God, my pussy feels so wonderful! Just another minute and I'm going to come…"
Angie's whole being froze as those wonderful fingers suddenly abandoned her cunt completely. Dave wrapped his arms around her and stood very still, his body rigid with alert intensity.
"My God! What did you stop for?" Angie wailed. "You bastard! I was just going to – Mmmmpphh…"
Her words were stifled by Dave's hand shoving her head roughly forward against his chest. She was held firmly and could not get free, much as she struggled against his restraining grasp. Frustrated in her struggles, she held still to catch her breath, and it was only then she heard voices fading down the beach.
"Christ, let's get out of here," Dave breathed through clenched teeth. "Those people must think we're some kind of Goddamned animals."
So roughly that she was not able to resist this time, Dave dragged Angie across the beach and up the stairs, his feverish energy not abating until they were safely inside the car and heading on up the highway.
Angie was unable to speak for some time. Her whole body was trembling with the violence of her frustrated orgasm coupled with her reaffirmed disgust for her nervous companion. At last she felt she'd calmed down enough to speak.
"Well, I've seen some chicken-shit maneuvers in my time, but that had to take the cake," she growled through tight lips, her gaze directed unswervingly at the road ahead.
"What was I supposed to do… give them a Goddamn encore? They must really have got an eyeful as it was."
"So damn what? They don't know us. We don't know them. They were probably looking for a deserted spot to do the same thing. Everybody fucks, you know. There's nothing weird or freaky about it. Men have been sticking their fingers up women's cunts since Day One. I'm sure our strollers didn't learn anything new tonight."
Dave turned towards Angie and stared hard at her set profile for a moment, his thoughts a mixture of confusion and disgust.
"You haven't got any idea of shame, have you, Angie?" he asked in a voice that was hard and flat. "You'd probably fuck a rhinoceros in Safeway at high noon without blinking an eyelash, wouldn't you?"
He paused a moment, and when no response was forthcoming, he goaded her: "Well, wouldn't you?"
She turned towards him at last. "A rhinoceros would undoubtedly be more interesting company than you are. You're so cooped up in your narrow little life you haven't got the imagination to try to do something a little different now and then. It obviously scares the piss out of you. You are a chicken-shit little coward, that's all, Mr. Wagner." She smiled sadistically in his direction. "And if you've got the address of that rhinoceros, I'd appreciate it if you'd pass it on."
Neither spoke for a good ten minutes. As he drove, Dave's contempt for the highly sexed young blonde began to flower into a kind of perverse passion. Despite the fact that he wanted nothing to do with her after tonight, he was turned on by the idea of taking her home and fucking her ears off, then throwing her out when he was finished with her.
He figured that was just the sort of thing Angie deserved – and would probably really go for. He'd heard broads as raunchy as this one just loved to be pushed around. Well, he could handle it. She'd taken enough shots at his ego this evening to make him want to get some of his own back… with maybe a little extra for good measure.
Angie felt hurt and frustrated inside. Why didn't she ever come across anyone who enjoyed good imaginative sex the way she did? They were either Don Juans or sadists. There was no happy medium.
Jeez, I don't want to see another man for a month, she thought desperately. But the nagging itch in her cunt told her differently.
At last Angie began to realize that they were passing through her neighborhood. Did this bastard still think she was going home with him after all that? Not Goddamn likely!
"Take me home, Dave," she commanded. "You missed my turnoff back there."
Dave's erotic thoughts had mellowed his earlier anger. "What the hell, Angie. Can't we be friends? It was a misunderstanding, and I know you feel bad 'cause you didn't get to come, but I guarantee I'll make it up to you ten times over." He leered invitingly in her direction.
"Forget it," Angie replied in a voice that was firm and hard. "I like men, not boys, so we've obviously got nothing in common. I want to go home."
His anger reignited, Dave brought the big Cadillac to a screeching halt. "I've got a good mind to fuck your ass off right here! Might teach you something about manners, bitch!"
"Manners are only important to people who haven't got the guts to act the way they feel. And as to teaching me a lesson about anything, you ought to know the sheriff's department patrols this route regularly. Aren't you afraid they'd catch you at it and see your cock?"
Dave had had enough. "Get out of this car before I rearrange your face, slut."
Angie suddenly felt nervous. She didn't relish walking the streets alone at three in the morning. "Aren't you going to be gentleman enough to drive me?"
"Get out," he repeated, and this time Angie was convinced she'd better not try the big man's patience any further. She opened the door and got out of the car.
As soon as the door was shut, the Cadillac sped off, showering the young blonde in a cloud of dust. Bending forward to brush herself off, Angie noticed her fly was still open. Quickly she zipped it up, and then looked dubiously around her.
The road was deserted.
It was a good twelve blocks to her apartment, and she decided that, rather than chance it, she'd stop by her friend Sally's house and ask to sleep on her couch for the night. The house was less than two blocks away, and Sally was her best friend. She wouldn't mind.
Fatigue now replacing her horniness, Angie began trudging resignedly towards the house, watching the ground for bits of broken glass or sharp rocks. Her shoes were still in Dave Wagner's car.