Unknown - Surfer Girl

Then a guy walked in who looked vaguely familiar. Even through the dim light and the heavy blue cigarette smoke that hung like a mist in the club, she saw the man's sharply chiseled features and door-wide shoulders. His look rang a bell. He turned in her direction. And then they were looking at each other at the same time and Janet experienced a curious weakness in her crotch. It was like a low-grade fever that infected the slimy walls of her cunt and was gradually building in intensity. She was all wet and loose all of a sudden and she could have bet right then that this was the man she would spend her evening with. He looked very much like… DADDY! Janet nearly screamed the word out. "It can't be," she gasped, snapping her thighs together. Her thick juice still managed to trickle out between the swollen folds of her twat and seep into her panties. She drained off the ginger ale and was about to run when the man came forward. She looked up into the familiar blue eyes and trembled all over as he walked close and put his elbow on the bar.

She had never seen him before. He was a perfect stranger.

But he knew her all right.

"Hi Queen Bee," he said. "Mind if I buzz around your hive?" His tongue flickered between his thin, cruel lips.

His tongue was long and thin and wiggled at her like a snake ready to strike.

"Y-y-yes," she said. It did no good to try to stop the flow of juice from her cunt. She was instantly wet. Her skin tingled everywhere and goosebumps flowed down her belly and between her legs. Her strength drained out through the V-shape of her legs. She was as deflated as a helium balloon pricked by a pin.

Then he spoke and his words chilled her to the bone.

"Baby, you look tired," the stranger said. "Maybe you should go to the bathroom and freshen up. Here, I'll show you where it is."

No, she thought desperately. She looked frantically for help, but Sally and Darlene were at a table talking with two sailors. Sally looked up and gave her a smile. Paralyzed with fear, Janet got up and walked to the back of the room.

Charlie stared at her and the blood rose in his face. He had never seen a better-looking girl. Stuck in the broom closet, he could tell tonight would be something special.

"Well?" she said nervously.

It was what he wanted to hear. He couldn't kid himself any longer. What he liked more than anything else in the world was that young pussy. He didn't care if he went to jail for it-he wanted that poontang that cluttered up the, beaches. He wanted soft, urgent thighs wrapped like birthday ribbons around his waist and the feel of, tight pussy sucking on his cock. Tight pussy and tight, willing lips. That was worth the risk. Give him a chance at slipping his pulsating cock up into that fine hairy crack and jack up and down until he dumped his load and he would be happy.

"Open up," he said, unzipping his fly.

She got down on her knees obediently, taking off the windbreaker. Her breasts puffed through the flimsy halter beautifully. Her nipples popped out like steel thimbles and Charlie let out a long, wicked whistle.

His cock arched up just looking at those tits, knowing that in a few minutes he would by lying on the mattress back at the cabin with this girl's tender loins surrounding him, her twat sucking his cock. But right now he wanted some mouth sucking. Charlie groaned as he unzipped his fly. He was terribly excited. He put his hand on the throbbing cock and knew that all that mattered at that moment was getting his pecker in Janet's mouth-one way or another.

"I feel so ashamed," said Janet out of the clear blue. She showed her humiliation by kneeling in the broom closet before this man's urgent cock, making no attempt to run away. It stirred something deep inside Charlie and for an awful moment he felt a twitch in his bladder and thought he might pee all over Janet's young body.

God, what an awful thing to do, he thought. Nevertheless, the impulse was there, disgusting as it was to Charlie. He had peed on a girl only once and that was on a Chinese girl in Hong Kong. And that was during the Vietnam war years and the little "slope" was a hooker and didn't really count as a girl.

As he thought of the Hong Kong girl, Janet raised her head. His cock looked out at her, the end flickering like a candle flame in the wind. He smiled a slow, deliberately wicked grin, and thrust his cock at her face.

Janet watched him advance. Her mouth opened magically and he went in. His shaft slid along her tongue like a lizard crawling through a cave and he laughed as the huge throbbing end found a nice home in the warm, juicy softness of her face.

Janet surged upward. She closed her eyes and tightened her lips and bobbed her head back and forth against his rigid dong, grabbing for his balls with her hands.

"Aaaaaahhhh!" he gasped. Man, the broad was on fire. She was jack-hammering his cock. He never felt anything so sudden in his whole life. He looked down at her tulip-shaped lips that heated his shaft. Her face was a furnace and his cock was red-hot from licking and sucking.

Fantastic! Shit, she was fucking fantastic! Slowly he leaned forward. This time he grabbed her by the ears and rammed into her mouth. The girl shivered. It was a delicious sensation for both of them. His breath was coming hot and heavy, just as his sperm was surging through his swollen fuck-stick. He pulled harder and harder until her face blurred with motion. Man, he was fucking her face. Out of sight! Using her face as a cunt! She was warm and wet and willing. The wrinkled skin surrounding his cock swelled up tight as a drum skin. Her fingers worked his balls up and down like pulleys, jerking his testicles until sperm filled his iron-hard shaft. "Aaaahhoo," he shouted. He was filled to the brim with passion. He wanted to pull that sweating body free of those tight-fitting shorts and skimpy halter and rub his hot nuts through her breasts and shimmering cunt like a fuck crazy dog!

He was growing bigger and bigger and bigger. And she knew it could last forever. She thought of all the wild, exciting things in her life and reached down to cup her soggy pussy with her fingers. Tightly she squeezed his crotch. The fragrance was overwhelming in the tiny enclosure. It made them fuck like there was no tomorrow. And then there wasn't.

"I can't hold it," Charlie said. He pulled her face down onto his pole lintel lips suckled his pubic hair and his balls bounced against her lips and the cannon-shaped end was buried halfway down her throat. Then his sperm shot from the glands, flooding her mouth with his hot, steaming come.

"Aaaaahhh!" he gasped.

Janet clung tightly to him. The little girl was so excited she wanted to pee on herself. She had him right at the edge of his orgasm and then he was spurting all over her tongue and throat and the roof of her mouth. Eagerly, her lips furled around his majestic pole, sucking down his spurting juice. Still, some seeped out and spilled around her trembling lips and dripped down the sides of her face.

"Oh, baby, that's good," he moaned, jerking in and out of her gurgling throat. "Soooo good!"

He withdrew from her lips while come still spurted. He felt drained and terribly happy, like a dying man suddenly given his life back. Janet collapsed against his crotch, his half-limp cock hanging down on her face, dripping long, spindly strands of sperm. She was exhausted. Nothing could make her move.

Tension had put crackles in her nerves and once it was removed, she was like modeling clay on a hot day.

It was good all right. Good for Charlie! It was his sperm that dribbled all down her face. And it was Janet who kneeled before the long length of deflated cock. The head drooped down at her mouth. She was humiliated by the cock which made her squat on the floor, trembling from head to foot. She reached up and touched the flaccid ring of skin that surrounded the• crown, jerking on the trembling shaft with shaking fingers and wondered, who was she anyway? What kind of woman took pleasure being dragged off to a broom closet and giving her mouth to satisfy a man's depraved desires?