Unknown - Surfer Girl

"Ouuuuuu!" Ethel gasped.

She was dizzy. The artificial cock was going up, up, up! The handle was thick and filled her hole nicely. The sexual stimulation was sizzling. Her cunt felt like an oven. Swinging her hips, she bounced the broom handle off her pussy walls.

Ohhhhh! It was something. She closed her eyes and stretched her thighs wide apart, bringing them down off her sweating chest. Now she was arching off the ground. Her buttocks were clear of the floor, the hunks of flesh working back and forth. Her asshole spasmed. The broom was deep inside- way inside-and she was humping to get more up her cunny because it felt sooo damn good.

She gripped the stout pole and jammed her gash. Sparks ignited. The pole went so deep! She bent backward until her backbone almost broke. The rod flashed silvery, in and out, in and out. The whole motion of the broom was violent, awkward, and that's what made it so exciting. She screamed again in her private joy.

Joy, because the broom handle felt so goddamn good up her cunt. She was fucking her own hole, moving the artificial dick where it felt good inside her cooze. It was fantastic! It gave her a wonderful sensation of joy.

But it was frustrating too! Because no fake dick could replace a real man hunching inside. No amount of Vodka, no amount of sucking and licking could ever replace a surging, eager penis. It just couldn't-the broom handle was not going to shoot white hot sperm into her breech.

The cunt walls were crashing down around the big wooden dong that fucked a trail through her twat. Spasm after spasm of joy roared through her hole. It was like a live volcano going off.

"Ooooooh… ahhhhh!" she cried. Her cunt squeezed and electric sparks ran through her body and her insides got all wet and sticky and finally went soft as her back came off the ground one more time.

Her juice poured out of her feverish slit and ran like a river through the ravine of her fluttering butt cheeks. She wanted the damn thing going off down there too! Spasm after spasm rocketed through the dark channel of her womb. The handle was foot deep in her cunt. Maybe two feet! She had never gone so deep. It was sensational. Oh, she didn't want it to stop. Ohhhh! Indeed she didn't.

Ethel kicked her legs in the air and her toes pointed at the ceiling and the most intense feeling of pleasure she had ever known engulfed her.

She snapped her eyes open, determined to watch the wild sight of her cunt going off like a Roman candle. She was a pornographic movie for her own enjoyment. And if she were the only view, well, she was going to get her money's worth.

But she wasn't the only viewer. Because half a dozen kids stood around, watching intently. It must be a dream, thought Ethel. Then she remembered that the front door was unlocked and that the picture window was not shuttered and her belly went tight as she fought getting sick. The humiliation was intolerable. It came in wave after wave, like a terrible disease sweeping through a city.

Ethel started weeping out loud. And then she felt something sticky on her breast. And she looked up.

Just in time to see the round head of Fred's cock shooting creamy sperm all over her!

Janet was sprawled over the bathtub, her legs wet with strange-smelling ointments and creams. Her father had lathered her butt and thighs until she glistened like a greased pig. Her asshole hurt like hell from being reamed out by his finger. He had rammed her butt with a wild frenzy of movement.

She cried out and pleaded, but nothing worked. Her father attacked her asshole like a man possessed. She had been a bad girl, he said, and he was going to punish her. Well, he had a funny way of inflicting punishment. Because behind the pain, she felt a spark of pleasure. It was humiliating being bent over the tub by her father, almost as humiliating as being pissed on. But now that her guts were opening up under her father's attacking hand, she felt a little better. Still, she sobbed inwardly.

What her father was doing wasn't right.

Biff labored over his daughter's backsides, rubbing in grease and oils like a painter covering a canvas. His dick was hard as iron, and the sensitive head pressed against his daughter's trembling thigh.

Sweat poured down his face. He was practically delirious with the pleasure of his labors. He was going to fuck Janet's asshole! His very own daughter! He was going to climb into her backsides and make the little bitch so excited that she'd pee on herself.

He had been rough finger fucking her butt. But so what! He was off the deep end as it was. In a short time he would be jazzing his daughter's asshole with his throbbing cock. Oh, man, that's what he wanted and that's what he was going to do.

So when Janet cried out as his finger stirred a raw nerve way inside her rectum, he just slapped her on the rump and kept stroking her hole.

"Daddy, it hurts," she cried. The words surprised Janet. She never thought this would happen.

Janet was a big girl after all. She had learned a lot about men in a very short time. But her father had changed that. She felt helpless. Helpless and a little bit excited too! Because it was very illegal what they were doing. She knew that, but that was a secret between daddy and herself. Playfully, she put a hand down between her legs and stroked her wet cunt. Her pink pussy lips were spread out like the mouth of a trout and her finger went into it with a slurping noise.

"Ooooooo," she gasped. Her pussy was every bit as hot as her asshole. She sagged against the tub and her father stopped stroking.

She thought he might punish her some more for fucking her cunt with a finger. But instead, he encouraged her to finger her snatch-just as long as she licked her fingers afterwards.

"That's all right," he said as his hand went slurp into her ravine. "If it's good, do it."

"Oooooo, daddy," she sighed. Janet could tell her daddy was ready when he gripped the handles of her rump and gently spread back the flesh. Her thighs quivered, but only for a second. She leaned against the tub, gritting her teeth and waiting for him to drive forward into her fuck tunnel.

Biff fitted his cock into the well-massaged sphincter. She spread for his shaft like melted butter. She had been wonderfully tight, but now she was soft enough to take his cock up her asshole.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Janet nodded. She felt a cold draft of air. Suddenly it didn't seem like fun anymore. She wiggled against her father's hands and realized that her thighs were trapped against his body. She wasn't going any place.

"Oh Daddy, I think so," she answered. She bent over so her tits hung down against the enamel tub and her nipples hardened. Goosebumps roared across her chest and down across her fluttering belly and through the tight curve of her thighs.

Her father chose this moment to grip her hip and yank her ass back on his thrusting pecker and slide the hard cone-shaped head through her fast opening sphincter.

"Oh, yesssss!" she gasped, feeling his manhood explode in her rump. She was very soft and warm and his hard dick made her tingle and sparkle all over. Her cunt was wet, but so was her asshole, and her father was all ready to fuck it. It didn't feel bad, in fact it excited her. She wanted him to do it. The thrill of exotic sex was overwhelming. If he backed out, Janet would be very angry. Her asshole was big enough and so was her channel. He had to go all the way in! He had to, or else!

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my little asshole!"

The little girl spun on the huge pole that slid into her backsides, banging her hands on the tub wall and making low grunting noises in her throat. Her asshole was soft as her cunt! He flexed inside her, his pole shoved halfway home and the tremendous relief flooded both of them.