Unknown - Surfer Girl

But he wasn't after her cunt. He grabbed.

"Daddy," she gasped. The pain was terrible. But Janet had an idea that the pain was going to get a whole lot worse.

Biff pulled her around and was pressing his hand down the crack of her ass.

He couldn't be blamed really. All the other men liked to fuck her butt. But his cock was huge. It stuck out like a fat, oversized banana and it seemed impossible for her tiny asshole to take such a big cock inside. He might split her rectum in tow!

"No, Daddy," she said, trying to turn around. Her cunt was softer and looser. His dick would fit nicely up her pussy, if he would only give it a try.

But Biff would have none of it. He knew what turned him on. He had a thing about her butt for years, ever since he paddled her behind for taking candy from a jar in the kitchen. He had pulled her across his knees and smacked her butt with his open hand. Her rump cheeks had rippled back and forth as he spanked her flesh and his cock had gone hard in his pants. It had been terribly embarrassing! Janet had been too young to realize what that lump pressing against her skin was, but Biff stopped walloping her and dropped her to the floor and let Janet run away.

He had a thing for her butt. It wasn't enough to look at and fondle a little bit on the way to fucking her pussy. He had to have all of her asshole. In the center was the wrinkled, pink hole that squeaked when jammed with a finger or a cock. He still remembered that other charming girl who gasped when he licked her asshole. And now he was reaching between his daughter's cheeks with his tongue hanging out, slurping on her rump cheeks. He found the small sphincter and gave the pink muscle a solid lick and felt her shiver against him.

"Aaaaahhhh!" she gasped.

Janet looked back and her heart almost stopped. She had expected a stabbing pain and instead got a soft wet tongue licking her butt. Now her father was driving through her cheeks. And then the pain, rocketed through her body. His finger lodged squarely into her asshole and lifted her off the ground.

"Yaaaaaa!" she screamed. It hurt. She was right. Her butt hurt like hell and that was only a finger jamming her behind. She wiggled her hips and felt him pushing steadily upward into her backsides. His pecker would never fit. Her eyes had seen him hanging limber and loose and that semi-hard state made him seem huger than he really was. It looked as thick across as her wrist and as long as her forearm. Janet imagined that huge pole gliding into tight butt and shivered with fear. She couldn't talk to her father. He was beyond listening to her urgent pleas. Janet could only hope and pray.

"You're going to beg for my cock," Biff told his daughter. He breathed heavily, his lungs puffing like giant bellows as he glided his fuck-finger snugly into Janet's tight butt. "You're going to hurt and you're going to like it!"

He pulled on her asshole with his fingers.

"Grab the sink," he ordered.

She did as instructed. Janet grasped the sink and stretched out her legs so her daddy's finger moved into her rectum at an upward angle. Her round buttocks were splayed back at Biff's waist like twin loaves of bread. They fluttered nervously as he jolted her shitter.

"I'm going to fuck you, baby," he said, his voice thundering in her ears. He couldn't help but wonder about Janet. His thoughts were dominated by the feelings that radiated from his penis. His cock was more pronounced than ever as he busily loosened his daughter's bunghole. His finger stretched the tight, clinging muscle open and readied her for a good hard fucking. Yes, a good, hard fucking, the likes of which neither of them would ever forget.

Suddenly there was a knock at the bathroom door. "Hey, man," said a voice. "I got to pee." Biff told the kid to fuck off, but his warning was no deterrent. The kid only pounded harder and the door rattled, threatening to come off the hinges.

Janet was making low grunting noises like a bitch dog whining for a stud. Her hips rotated seductively, hunching back at Biff's ramming finger. Her hole mushroomed open and he two-fingered her butt, spreading her wider and wider. His dick pulsated terribly. It was no time for interruption.

"I'll be just a minute," he stammered, popping his finger free of her rectum.

At the door was a ruler-thin kid with a thatch of blond hair that grew like weeds from his head. He had a glazed, far-away look in his eyes. Biff grabbed the kid by the neck and squeezed him like a plastic catsup bottle until his tongue lolled from his mouth and his eyes dropped back in his head.

"I said this once," he told the kid. "This bathroom is occupied. Anyone disturbs me again and I'll kill him!" He dropped the punk. He fell like old laundry to the floor. Biff slammed the door.

Biff turned to Janet. Her butt smelled ripe and inviting. Her buttocks shivered with passion and fear. Biff snuggled up against her delectable rear and pressed his cock between her buns. His fingers guided the bulbous head at the end of his thick, stiff shaft to nestle against her pouting butt.

Janet screamed!

"Hump your asshole," he ordered.

She did as she was told. Sucking in her gut, Janet hunched backward and felt her sphincter opening up around his penetrating fuck stick. It was a warm, dull pleasure punctuated by short explosions of pain. Her belly started to flutter as his warmth filled her gut.

"Here it goes, baby," he screamed. And then his cock was pushing into her asshole and she cried out with pain.

"Aaaaahhh!" she gasped.

Outside the door, Janet's urgent screams were clear as a bell. The blond-haired kid slowly got to his feet. He was mad as hell. That big bastard had nearly. killed him. He clenched his fist; he was mad enough to kill. But he wasn't foolish enough to go up against Biff. That guy was a psycho. "That motherfucker is one strong dude," he said.

"That he is," said Charlie, who was standing half-dressed by the door when Biff lurched from the door and grabbed the kid's neck. "Don't tangle with him, man. He's my buddy."

"Wow, you know him?" said the kid.

"Yup."

"Where does the dude live?"

Charlie told him. Why not? This kid couldn't go up against his best friend. There was no way. He turned to Sally and started groping her cunt.

The blond-haired kid headed for the door. He'd get the bastard. No one would treat him like that.

"Hey, where you off to Fred?" said Duke, who also had watched Biff and was too afraid to do anything about the berserk man in the john.

Fred turned, a gleam in his glazed eyes. "I'm getting even. That motherfucker is going to pay with his house. I'm going to burn it down!"

And then all the other surfers started to crowd around. Duke was very intent. He grabbed Fred by the arm. "You crazy?"

Just then Janet shrieked inside the bathroom. It sent chills through everyone in the room, including Duke.

"Man, nothing is too crazy any more," Fred said. "Just do whatever comes natural."

All the surfers agreed. Being natural was the credo they lived by. And what could be more natural than seeking revenge? They mulled the plan over and after several joints and a few swigs of booze, the plan didn't sound all that far out.

"I'm gonna torch his fucking house," Fred repeated.

"Yeah, I'll come," Duke shouted. His voice was joined by others. Suddenly arson replaced sex as the thing to do among the people at the cabin.

"Let's do it," said Fred. And half a dozen longhaired surfers ran out into the night looking for gasoline and torches, leaving behind the beach bunnies, a dazed Charlie-and of course the crazy couple inside the locked bathroom.

Ethel was drunk. She wobbled unsteadily, cursing herself for letting her husband off so easily. She slammed her empty glass down on the end table and gave the remote control unit a finger snap. The color TV came on. She, stared into the tube while a news announcer stared back giving her the updated version on a riot in Uganda.