Unknown - Surfer Girl

The bed sagged as Tim Morgan rolled over to her side, his hand fondling her breast. She moved clumsily. Janet was surprised to find his other hand stroking her cunt. He seemed to know exactly what to do. Every wiggle of flesh, every roll of her hip set off another pleasure spasm. He moved up and down her body, kneading her muscles, caressing, probing, stimulating every nerve. They said nothing for several minutes; it was enough that his hands touched her and that she responded.

Then with a rustle of movement, his head was between her quivering thighs and his tongue was licking the soft cunt folds while fingers crept lower along her buttocks. He raised her hips and drove his tongue into her slit.

"Aaaahhhh!" she gasped. She struggled, trying to move away. Morgan embarrassed her. My God, his face was on her twat, down there between her legs! She had heard jokes about such things, but he was doing it! Eating her cunt! Eating and licking her cunt with his tongue! She twisted on the crisp sheet, now damp with her sweat, feeling the fingers holding her butt cheeks and she shuddered. Humiliation pulsated like a living thing!

She wanted to shout, Stop! But couldn't. It felt too damn good. Maybe this was how people made love, she thought, her mind reeling. What was it called by those boys in high school? Hair pie? Eating pussy? Cunt sandwich? All those sickening, disgusting things she had heard at school. She considered herself above the depraved taunts of small-time punks. But she wasn't. Janet heard the hideously slurping as this man brought his tongue through her slit, licking and toying with her cunt folds until her hips rose and fell automatically on the bed, her hole screaming to be filled, and Janet knew she was not above anything. Arching her back, she reached for Morgan.

"Hurry," she moaned in a husky voice. "I want you. I want you now!"

She was climbing the walls for his cock, and Morgan was hot to give it to her. His cock throbbed all the way to the wedge-shaped tip and his nuts ached in his swollen scrotum. He pulled away, felt her thighs tremble, then jammed two fingers into her slot.

"Oohhhhh!" she gasped.

He went into her cooze in one smooth upward stroke. Her cunt opened, squeezed momentarily, then gripped him with a soft, wet warmth.

Morgan was excited beyond words. Never had a woman turned him on like this. He pushed up, trying to feel her hymen. He couldn't. She wiggled around on the tip of his finger, her fuck hole making him squirm like a worm on hot cement. Her fragrant juice suffused his nostrils. The sweat fell in sheets, bathing his hairy chest. She was primed, ready to explode. He pulled his finger from her cunt, the tug of her cunt sleeve causing Janet to groan and then began the urgent journey to her mouth.

He dragged his swollen nuts through her cunt and up along her fluttering belly and through the valley of her breasts. He came closer and closer, his tingling prick tracing the ridge of her lower lip.

"Suck," he whispered. "Suck my dick."

He thrust again into her fuck hole, fingering her hot, wet sleeve while jamming his dick into her surprised, open mouth.

Her mouth was warm as pudding around his swollen member. Her tongue did weird, wild things to his taut, excited flesh. She curled around the tip like an eel. Ohh, baby, was she good! He fingered her cunt and felt the response in her mouth. Her cunt was blaring for sex, screaming and demanding. He fingered her clitoris like a toggle switch and groaned as her sweltering mouth sucked on his hardness.

"Good, baby, soo good." He reached past her thighs and tickled her ass playfully. She flinched. Her ass was small and well-shaped and would look fantastic in a low-slung bikini. He wouldn't mind ending up with his dick wedged between those firm cheeks, driving into her asshole. But that was later-right now he was too turned on by her mouth.

And so was Janet. Sucking his cock was disgusting, but she couldn't stop. She was helpless against the fingers that sent warm, tingling excitement racing through her. She felt like a fire hydrant spraying from both ends. She twisted and shimmied against his hunching body. She had been scared, but never this scared. He pulled her thighs roughly apart and rubbed her cunt mound with the flat of his hand. His cock flicked obscenely against her leg, the reptilian feel of his skin making her want to crawl away and hide. But Tim Morgan wasn't stopping now. He had sucked her cunt and felt her virgin tongue cleaning his cock and now her cunt was going to have him. Every last inch!

He pulled up on her butt cheeks and she screamed.

"Tell me how bad you want it," he shouted. He fitted into her an inch at a time, her skin hugging him like a glove.

Her chest swelled. Her throat was hoarse as her tight-lipped mouth opened wide. She screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, my God! Fuck my cunt!"

Her ass cheeks were handles in his oversized hands as Morgan pulled her cunt snugly down onto his dick. He slid inside, felt a momentary resistance, heard Janet gasp, and then he wagged his hips and pushed through her hymen.

Her cunt was wet and soft and incredibly exciting. Her womb was free to his snaking cock. She was hot and wet all the way down her pulsating channel. It was like fucking her mouth, only warmer and tighter. Her hips humped awkwardly until he forced her to slow-fuck him.

Janet writhed underneath his humping hips, feeling the thundering cock run through her vagina like a burning poker. She was wild, ecstatic. It was fantastic! The scream rose from her throat and settled at the roof of her mouth. It grew bigger and bigger and yet it would not budge an inch. It settled there inside. Instead of the scream filling her ears, Janet heard bedsprings creaking, her lungs gasping, the soft, sucking noise of cock fucking her cunt. It was too much for her frantic mind. She floated out in space, locked up in a savagely lurid dream. Her cunt was trembling and her buttocks pulled up rudely around his fat cock and then she felt the sprinkle of sperm spraying her cunt walls and she was fine. The scream came loose from her mouth and she was shouting out the wild joy she felt from his dick shooting sperm into her womb.

"Aaaahhhh!" she yelled. "Come! Coming! I'm coming!"

Morgan pulled her thighs straight up in the air while his dick gunned her cunt. His hot sperm dribbled out of her greasy slit and down the ravine of her ass cheeks. She had a beautiful ass, Morgan thought. It was too bad his strength was draining into her cooze. He felt enervated, weak, unable to move. If lucky, he might be able to stagger to his car in half an hour.

Her sleeve crimped down, trapping his jerking cock and he groaned. What a cunt! He had never fucked a woman who was so young and hot and soft and fantastic. His swollen balls drained like a faucet into her wet hole.

Janet was great, too great to pass up. He wanted to see her again. Shit, he wanted to fuck her every night of the year! To hell with his old lady. She was a worn-out hag who got her rocks watching the tube. Her hole was worn out, like a two-dollar-trick's cunt. It was big enough to swallow up his fist. But Janet was something else again. She'd make anybody proud.

"Oh, man," he said, slumping into the V of her spread legs.

Janet couldn't answer immediately. What could she say? Her twat lips fluttered like the spread wings of a butterfly. She was deliriously happy. Her breasts pressed against her chest, the tight nipples now soft and suffused with blood. She lay back in the crisp sheets dreaming of California and how different her life would be after this night.

Morgan was slumbering between her legs. Or he was until she felt him move, his hairy chest crawling forward on her belly, his weight pressing her to the mattress. She felt a pop as his fast wilting cock was yanked from her cunt. Come trickled down her skin. But she was not thinking about that. Morgan was moving closer and closer.