Unknown - Surfer Girl

Charlie was standing with his back to Biff, his face curled into a wicked smile.

"Come on in," he said. "I'm all drained out. Take her, I'm finished."

Then he pulled away, flopping his cock back into his pants. He left Biff staring at his daughter Janet pinned to the toilet seat.

She lifted her head slowly and all Biff could think of were those cheap Japanese horror films where the monster rises up from the ocean to swallow a town.

Only this monster turned out to be his daughter Janet!

His knees went weak and sweat broke out on his brow and he felt sick to his stomach. "Oh, my God!" he shouted. He wished now that he had never left the house. This nightmare would never have happened if he had stayed at the house and fucked his wife. He instantly blamed himself for what had happened to his daughter. Janet was only a teenager. She didn't know about such evils. But if not, then how did she end up stripped naked, squatting on a toilet seat, her satiny skin dowsed with pee! Sally and Darlene were his daughter's age. And he knew very well what those young chippies were capable of doing.

Charlie jerked the last few droplets of pee from the end of his cock. He had drained his lust onto Janet, working his pee stream up the girl's crotch, along her belly and finally ending up at her mouth. His stream of pee was like a cord drawing them together. Her mouth had opened into a big O and he had used it as a target. His urine sparkled as it splashed against her teeth and lips. She gurgled as his pee filled her face. She enjoyed it and so did he. Draining his bladder had made a new man out of Charlie. He felt vibrantly alive, wonderfully confident.

"How are you doing, old boy?" he asked. Biff was too weak to reply. He pressed his back against the tile wall for support. His eyes never left the glistening body of his daughter. He studied her pear-shaped breasts, then let his eyes wander down her lean belly and shapely thighs.

"Get out, Charlie," he croaked. His energy was sapped. He was too weak to vent his anger on Charlie. He was too ashamed to let on that this humiliated, slump-shouldered broad squatting on the toilet was actually his daughter. The pride of his life!

"Yeah," said Charlie, slapping him on the back. "I'm finished. Now have a go at it, old boy. Hell of a broad, let me tell you. A hell of a broad."

His chuckle rang in Biff's ears as his good friend left the bathroom. Only the father and daughter were inside.

Biff locked the door.

Janet raised her head for the first time. She felt horrible. Janet felt loathing and disgust for herself. She was stripped, naked and vulnerable. Charlie's cock had done more than shoot piss in her mouth and down into her crotch. He had stripped away whatever pretense she had about modesty and decorum. Under the surface, she was a beast. All that stuff about tenderness and the weaker sex stuff that she had learned in school was bullshit. Janet was a woman. She was born with a cunt and big tits and nice, shapely buttocks and her purpose in life was to serve her man. Sex was the magic gift she had to offer. It was the forbidden fruit that was explained in the Bible and it was anyone's for the asking.

"Janet," her daddy whispered.

She looked up and saw her father standing above her, his hands shaking terribly. His face was pulled back in a grimace and his eyes were staring down intently.

At first she didn't recognize him. He was just a man, another man who needed satisfaction. She stared at his crotch. A small tent formed in his trousers and she brought her fingers up quickly and cupped the coiled penis.

"Janet!" Biff shouted.

He was too shocked to move. His daughter came off the toilet seat and snaked her fingers through his fly and pulled out his pecker before he realized what she was up to.

"Janet!"

But his daughter was in a trance. She ignored him. She writhed and squirmed on the ground floor between his feet, stroking his fast-rising cock with her fingers. She had no idea what this man had planned. It was, probably painful, but that was all right.

She knew that it took a little pain first before the greatest pleasure could be achieved, so she took his pulsating cock into her mouth and knelt before her lover and stroked his balls and licked his cock while he made up his mind what to do.

There was only one explanation for Janet's trance-like state. She was crazy. Somehow the poor girl had gone off the deep end. She was not herself.

A shudder of revulsion surged through his brain as his daughter's mouth wiggled against his cock. He was hard. Hard in Janet's mouth! And there was only one explanation. He knew what it was. For years he had pushed the thought to the back of his mind, because lusting after your own daughter was evil. And yet he could not deny this desire any longer.

Janet began unbuttoning his pants and he did not stop her. Biff was too weak. His will to resist temptation was gone. Now was the time to face reality. His daughter's mouth clung to his fuck stick. That was truth. Her fingers were rolling his nuts around. That was reality!

And he loved every second of it! Each rolling movement of raspy tongue brought with it a surge of pleasure. Janet pursed her lips around his stout shaft and bobbed her head back and forth. She was terribly good at this sucking and he wondered how many, other men had enjoyed her tantalizing mouth. He was filled with jealousy. Somehow it mattered. After all, his best friend had just PISSED on her. So dear little Janet wasn't new to sex, that was for damn sure.

The way she struggled now to make him come was another indication of his daughter's education into.the mystery of the human body. The way she licked the soft folds of skin underneath his cock was a dead giveaway.

His daughter was a whore, he thought. A fuck crazy whore!

He pulled her mouth away from his prick. "Look at me," he ordered. "Who am I?"

Janet looked. Her vision was cloudy. Her father's face floated, by and swirled with the brightly colored bathroom tiles and the glaring overhead light. Suddenly, everything came into focus. She looked at the glistening coat of spit covering his hard dick and fear rippled through her muscles. Tears welled in her big eyes.

She sat back on her heels and tightened her lips. Janet didn't know what to say. There were no words to express her feelings. She could hardly make herself believe that her father's cock had been inside her mouth. She licked her lips. They tasted sweet. Her eyes traveled up from the stout length of sex tube sticking out at her face, over the flat stomach and the hairy chest until she stared into her father's unblinking eyes.

She couldn't speak. He had something in mind for her. Janet had been bad. Daughters didn't have sex with their fathers. She knew he was going to punish her.

I deserve it, she thought.

And all the time, she was aware of the heavy, limber pole sticking out at her mouth like a giant torpedo. It seemed to grow bigger and bigger as she knelt at her father's feet, waiting for him to talk.

"Get in the shower," he ordered.

Quickly she scurried away. Janet jumped into the shower and turned on the water as hot as she could stand it. The water jetted against her skin as she soaked herself, lathering up with a bar of soap. She washed every inch of herself and when she finally stepped out, her skin was pink as a lobster from the heat of the spray.

Biff was waiting.

He had stripped off his clothes and stood at the shower curtain his greasy cock standing out like a conductor's baton. He was so excited he could barely control the nervous spasms that shook him so violently. His hand formed a tight sleeve around his prick. Looking at Janet all he could see was that nice, sweet pussy. The triangular patch of crotch hair stuck out around her sexy slit and underneath.