Unknown - Surfer Girl

Janet was grooving to George's finger up her butt and was rubbing her cunt against the floor when suddenly George retreated from her butt. He came out with a popping sound and Janet looked behind her, angry and confused. She turned and saw George was about to ram his glistening cock up her asshole.

"No," she said trembling. It wouldn't fit. She knew that. His huge cock would tear her poor asshole in half. Quickly, she rolled her hips, but not before George clutched her rump cheeks and pushed himself between her thighs. His greasy cock lay in her dark ravine, flickering like a snake. Janet was scared half out of her mind. She banged on the floor and started to scream as the huge cock worked back and forth across the tight slit of her buns.

"Ohmigod!" she gasped. Sobbing and crying she arched her back, trying to rise up and run away. The, pain of his organ would be terrible. It would hurt like hell.

But George had different plans. And Janet couldn't do a thing to stop him.

She groaned and slumped to the floor. She felt his prick stiffen and get big as he dipped the bullet head into her pink asshole. Her buns were splayed apart and held tightly by his fingers which tickled the inside of her ravine and sent cold chills running up her spine.

George made a few practice stabs working grease into her hole. She was virgin tight! Fantastic, he thought, dipping deeper and deeper. She writhed in agony under him, her squirming, helpless body giving him a sense of power. He pressed into her asshole, working his shaft like he had worked his greasy finger. Bigger and longer, he felt her asshole resist him. Then suddenly she went soft.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she wailed in a tiny voice. She humped her, hips, using her butt as a cunt. Her sphincter widened and in went his cock.

"Fuck me, baby," he said, sweat rolling from his brow. He pulled up on her hips, her belly heaving like Jell-o under his coaxing fingers. She strained hard, hunching her butt, pumping her hips to take more dick into her anus. George pressed into her. He went in and in and in. The grease slid around her anus and her asshole mushroomed out. Her butt took him inside and hugged his throbbing cock like a tight cunt or a firm mouth.

"Fuck me, baby," he repeated. His balls were straining and pain shot through the head, of his cock. Janet was going crazy. Her butt cheeks were flapping back and forth against his belly. The sweat poured off in sheets. He jammed his cock into her warm rectum and grunted. She responded by undulating soft warm flesh against his driving cock.

Again and again they came together. The splat splat sound of flesh hitting flesh sent them both crawling and humping on the floor.

Janet was burning up. Her hot asshole was being used as a cunt! She screwed up her butt and wondered if shoving cock up her backsides was going to make him come. It was a wild, unknown feeling. It made her tremble like a leaf. She began to squirm against the stout hunk of dick, hearing the squish of grease, the slapping of flesh and the grunting of desire through clenched teeth and her asshole got tight. Very tight.

She seized up around his fuck pipe, getting one jolt after another.

"Fuck, baby," he repeated. And she did.

Janet dug her fingernails into the floor and let him fuck. The nasty plum-size bulb on the end of his cock sent spasms after spasm of pleasure stirring through her buttocks. She screamed and yelped and moaned and begged. She felt humiliated and helpless. Her body was at his mercy. Janet could do nothing about it. And somehow she enjoyed the feeling. It sent explosions off through her wire-tight nervous system.

Even as George was screaming and his dick was riding in and out of her asshole, she knew how good his cock was.

Then his hot sticky sperm erupted like a fountain inside her rectum. She screamed as his thick juice formed a river in her butt. And then George slumped on top of her, panting with exhaustion, and she felt joy spreading through her like the wings of a butterfly.

Her asshole felt sensational!

"Where have you been?" asked Ethel. "I haven't seen you one night this week."

Biff turned his attention to the hot vegetable soup that graced the dinner table. There was no point arguing with his wife and he certainly was not going to tell her of his whereabouts. That's all he needed. if this dumb drunken wife of his got wind of the cute little surfer girls down on the beach, he could kiss his marriage good-bye. Which was all right with him. But he couldn't see forking over half his paycheck in alimony. Not after working twenty hard years to get where he was. He spooned down some soup and turned to Ethel.

"It's been a busy week," he said. "I'll make it up to you."

Ethel leaned over the table, her breath reeking of Vodka. Who was she trying to kid, he thought. The dull color of her eyes, told him everything. Ethel was becoming a first-class alcoholic. Jesus, did he know how to pick them!

"What's the matter? You don't love me any more?" she said.

He finished off the soup. He had to get away from her. Had to get out of the house, maybe run down by the cabin and see what kind of pussy was available. Yes, that was a good idea. Get the hell away from this drunken bitch before she pushed him too far and he decked her with a right. Ethel was really a cunt. A first-class bitch! Quickly, he rose from the table.

"And there you go again," she sneered. "Eight o'clock on a Friday night. Don't tell me you've got a business meeting!"

He ignored the sarcasm. He bent down and kissed her lips. "I'll be home early," he said sweetly. Then he turned and walked away.

"You and that slut daughter of yours," Ethel sneered. "Both of you stay out of the house. See if I give a good goddamn."

Yeah, where was Janet, he wondered. His daughter hadn't been home before midnight once that whole week. He meant to say something to her about the late hours. But either he was too tired or she wasn't around. He'd have to have a heart-to-heart talk with his daughter.

As soon as he finished with, the Ocean Beach girls, he would do that. Yes, he thought, walking down the front steps to the car parked by the curb. He would do that.

Janet's heart was beating like mad by the time she got to the bar. It wasn't from running either. She was working the bar circuit for Duke now and this was her first night. She didn't want to mess things up. Janet wore a skimpy halter top that barely, concealed her well-formed breasts. The nipples poked through the flimsy garment like tiny warning beacons. Her white shorts were cut just at the curve of her butt and the waistband slunk on her hips. They were cut low and revealing, like the bra. One healthy tug and the seams would come apart. Over the halter and shorts she wore a windbreaker, open in the front. Man, don‘t I look like something, she thought, staring into the mirror behind the bar.

At first she had held misgivings. Janet didn't go for the idea of putting out for guys other than Duke. She wasn't that kind of girl. But during the past week, she had done a lot of things that were new and different.

She had always been afraid of weirdoes. And guys like George, who assaulted her in a women's bathroom and jammed his cock up her asshole and made her squirm and beg like a slave was a beast.

She wandered home that night, her rump going squish-squish as she walked, the humiliation almost too great a burden to bear.

But that was last week. And now that she knew Sally and Darlene and had some real friends for a change, she didn't mind picking up guys. Even if her cut of the money was small, she at least got to make love to Duke, although not as much as she once did. Well, he was a busy man, she thought, sipping the ginger ale cocktail. It was early and only a few people were lined up at the bar. A couple of drunks gave her the eye, but they were only looking, not buying.