Camey moved her thighs slowly at first. Then she increased her speed as the slick, coldness warmed in her pussy. She thought of Brad, of Rick, of Jack, and those images created a wild sensation in her mind. Still it didn't create the satisfaction she needed to bring herself off.

Suddenly Karen's cold eyes, Jack's sneer, Rick's filthy words and beating hands flashed through her mind and the girl felt her clit bristling, alive now with lust. She fucked back at the bottle drilling her cunt, the juices flowing freely, creating soft, slurpy, sucking sounds as Jack pumped the bottle in and out faster and faster.

Camey jerked her hips, raising her ass, pumping up and down. The bottle jiggled, Jack barely able to keep his fingers steady on it. Rick fell on her, shoving his bathing suit down once more and shoving his cock in her mouth. God, how he loved it when she sucked on his dick. Now the girl didn't think twice about sucking cock. Instead she meekly obeyed his silent command, peeling back her lips and taking the full length of his prick while her cuntal muscles sucked the bottle in deeper. The bottle jerked and bobbed, the smooth finish sucking softly against her cuntal walls. Her clit swelled to the bursting point.

Just as she exploded into a powerful orgasm Rick shot off in her mouth. Camey choked and coughed, her belly, tits and face flushed with excitement as her pussy clamped shut on the fucking bottle.

"Man, she ain't no better than some retarded Hollywood whore," Rick muttered, drawing back and flipping his cock back into his trunks.

Yes, he was right. She was no better than some slut. That was all she was good for fucking. Camey gradually began to realize that she was out of those women who could never get enough fucking. Let them fuck her to death. Right now she didn't care if she lived or died.

"Okay, baby, clean up. We ain't got time to take you back upstairs," Rick said, tossing her the filthy towel.