Unknown - Surfer Girl

He pulled his fingers from her wet slot and slapped her buttocks.

"Ouch!" Janet said. Twisting on her ample rump, she looked up at Charlie, but through the darkness could only see the end of his cock and the hand that went up and down the shaft. She reached for the knurled end with her mouth and was pushed back to the floor.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

His hand slid between her cheeks, the hard edge of his hand slicing through her ravine. Desperately, she reached behind her arched thighs, grasping with her hand. Then he pierced the raisin like hole of her butt with a jab of his finger and she collapsed. His finger jerked back and forth, using her asshole like a cunt. It burned all the way up her back. Her nipples went hard as glass thimbles against the floor. She spread her thighs, corkscrewing her hips against his hard-riding finger.

She swelled up inside. She seemed lighter, dizzier. The jolts of pain up her asshole turned to pleasure. It excited her and Janet didn't know why. His finger ramming her butt took her breath away. She struggled helpless under his domination, his finger jammed into her asshole like a baton which he moved up and down and all around.

"How is it?" he asked.

"Uh! Please, I can't… talk!"

Charlie battered her asshole and wished he had the dildo instead of his puny finger up her butt. He saw the sliver of light shining under the bathroom door. A smile crossed his cruel lips. He jammed Janet's shitter.

"Move!"

The pain was too great to resist. Slowly, she crawled forward across the floor. She wiggled like an alligator across the smooth planking. Her swelled cunt mound and bloated tits tingled as they dragged along the ground. What was he doing? Had he gone mad?

His finger hurt like hell way up there in her butt and no amount of humping or butt squeezing could make the pain go away. He rode behind her, jamming his fingers into her asshole, directing her movements with sudden, darting movements.

"What are you doing?" she gasped. They were at the bathroom door. He opened the door knob and she crawled in.

Janet wanted to cry. She needed to be fucked now! She couldn't live without it. She just had to have it. Not his finger. That didn't feel good any more. Her asshole hurt like hell. She wanted his cock where it belonged-in her cunt. She wanted him there between her legs, between the swollen lips of her cunt!

"Hurrrrry!" she moaned.

Slowly Charlie retreated from her gleaming butt. He listened to her heavy breathing and felt the lust brimming in his chest. Slowly Janet rolled on her hip, her eyes staring dully up at the droopy hose length of cock.

"Please!" she mumbled.

He pointed his cock at her crotch and waited. It didn't take long. The first few droplets of pee spurted out on her belly. It was sensational as the drops turned into a torrent of fast-flowing pee.

Janet looked up, shocked beyond words. And then the pee splashed everywhere and she was drenched.

In his pee!

Biff had almost struck out. He missed Sally and Darlene by a few minutes. Both had left with a couple of guys who looked like postal clerks, or so said the bartender. So Biff had a few drinks, said good night, and left for home.

He never got there. He couldn't go back to Ethel. The fucking broad was driving him bananas. He wished now that the plane had blown up or some other disaster had happened to relieve him of his bitchy wife.

Then he thought of Janet and his eye's filled with tears. He didn't want to loose her. She was the apple of his eye. And a darling little girl at that. She had a lot to live for. With her looks, she would make someone a very happy husband.

So Biff struggled with his conscience. His mind was troubled and the booze only made him feel guilty. That and a hard cock. Whatever he did, his trouble always led him to the small Ocean Beach cabin that was full of teenage nymphos.

That's where he was heading now. He walked down the dark streets looking at the small, neat homes that stretched out before him. They were slowly being torn down and replaced by apartment buildings, but there were still a few homes left and that made him feel good.

The sidewalks crackled under his leather sole shoes. He saw an old one-story cottage on the corner with the window shades open. An old man was walking around in his underwear carrying a beer. Biff stared at the face. It was the face of a sea captain or perhaps a retired Marine. The man sat in a chair with his head away from the window and then a woman walked across the room. She was maybe fifty years old, with large breasts and a larger beer gut.

He turned away and walked the short distance to Duke's cabin, feeling the old familiar stirring, between his legs and wondering if sex was the only cure for his many troubles.

Whatever deep thoughts Biff harbored were dismissed by the wild scene inside the cabin. When he cracked the door open he saw an amazing sight. Sally was stretched over the inverted, naked body of a middle-aged man, busily running her tongue up and down the crack of his ass. Darlene was holding him up in front, feeding his hard cock into her mouth. It was the salesman that the bartender had told him about and for an awful minute it looked like he was doing a handstand while the girls worked his crotch over. Then he saw the crude trapeze hanging from the ceiling. The salesman's legs were draped over the bar.

His belly was puffing in and out like a huge bellows while the girls hungrily worked his dick and asshole over with their raspy tongues.

The salesman was struck speechless. And no wonder. Sally's face was contorted into an expression of lust that he'd never imagined possible. And Darlene's head bobbed up and down on his cock while her fingers rubbed his nuts. The man groaned as the girls worked him over.

Biff turned to the other couples sprawled on the floor. He didn't have to be told about the insane pleasures of Sally's mouth. That guy would hurt like hell the next morning from hanging upside down like a monkey. But he'll never forget those two girls for the rest of his life!

It looked like circus time in Duke's cabin. Against the far wall was a girl getting buggered by an artificial cock and from the way she hunched her hips, it was very enjoyable. Next to her was another girl, no older than ten, taking on two men in business suits. She had a small, doll-like body and a small face with wisps of blonde hair streaming down her cheeks. Biff didn't know how she could handle the two burly guys that plugged her cunt and mouth with their cocks.

Duke's girls constantly amazed him.

Biff sauntered to the cubbyhole kitchen, past the supine body of a moaning girl whose body was crisscrossed with strings of dried sperm, and opened the refrigerator looking for a beer.

"What do you want?" snapped a tall, gangly kid.

Biff narrowed his gaze. The kid had a reedy build, long frizzy hair and glazed blue eyes. He wobbled unsteadily. His mouth was pulled back in a contemptuous snarl and Biff had to restrain himself from planting a fist between those pearly teeth.

"Beer," Big Biff answered.

Without waiting for an answer he pulled a Coors from the open door and snapped the refrigerator shut. "Where's Duke?" Biff asked.

"What do I look like," snarled the kid, "the doorman? Maybe he's getting laid. Or in the john taking a pee. Fuck, find him yourself."

Duke wasn't in the living room so Biff wandered to the closed bathroom door. He didn't like waiting around for a punk kid, but the girls wouldn't put out unless he gave the word so Biff bad to find him.

He knocked on the bathroom door. Inside he heard the tinkle of urine splashing on the toilet and the sounds of moaning voices.

"Yeah," said a familiar voice.

"Hurry up," said Biff. He tried the door and found it open.