Unknown - Surfer Girl

The tight circle of boys laughed. Their hard cocks pointed down at Ethel's sweating face. She looked around, eyes open, terrified, feeling the hot scorching poker roaring up her cunt like a Roman candle. She was scared witless.

Ethel slammed her hips down and flopped on his crotch. A spurt of air squeezed from her cunt lips with a whooshing noise. His dick was in to the hilt. It was a huge ladle stuck into the churning cauldron of her cunt. Tod grinned at her. She was close to coming, close to having an orgasm. He grinned at her as if to say, "Baby, I don't feel a thing yet. We got a long way to go."

She gurgled with shame and desire and hatred. She couldn't believe the ease in which she had given in. His dick sank into her cunt hole and she was responsible. Her twat was quivering with suppressed longing as she watched helplessly. Tod raised his thighs and rolled her onto his chest. His enormous cock was stuck like a banana into her slit. It was long and curving and every movement of her hips stirred lust in her cunt. Ethel was incensed. Her body hungered for sex. There was no other way to put it. Her belly grumbled for his churning fuck wand. She was kneeling down on the floor, her thighs forming a wide V shape over his erection. Her cunt pressed against his pubic hair. Her juice flowed out, wetting them both.

"Nice," he murmured. "Rock me, baby. Rock me with your hips."

He slipped back and forth and the resulting spasm in her slippery channel was enough to make her orgasm begin right there.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, undulating her stomach and moving her arms in slow, sensuous movements. She looked like a belly dancer stuck on a penile spike. Tod was propped up on his arms, his mouth close to her nipples. Eagerly he tasted the red ripe berries topping each tit. His teeth latched onto the distended ends and his tongue came forward to tease and coax.

Ethel screamed. Her cunt clutched eagerly- desperately-at his cock. Oh, she wanted him so badly she could pee on herself. She realized what glee and joy there was in being fucked brutally by this young man. He had her squirming: under his spell. There was almost nothing she wouldn't do for him. Nothing at all.

A terrible pain streaked up her asshole as the tight sphincter flexed and her butt cheeks cringed. She groaned, a shudder of exquisite joy flooding her cunt.

Eagerly, she twisted and squirmed. Her tongue lolled from the side of her mouth just like a little girl's might do. She bounced against the warm, pulsating cock stuck halfway up into the sleeve of her womb and her eyes were closed as the giggling knot of surfers clustered around and watched the old lady get her rocks off. The only thing now was the cock in her cunt. She had to make him come. And she would if it took all night sitting on his chest this way and bouncing up and down. She felt her ass flopping on his crotch. Ethel was like a little girl riding a horse for the first time. She laughed at this fantasy, riding Tod around was a great thrill.

She jerked in his hands and did not protest when Tod rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She didn't say no because his wonderful prick was still there, still fucking her cunt.

Her asshole spasmed again. The sensation was followed quickly by tender hands-the hands of children-stroking her rump and feeding her tight sphincter with long thin fingers.

Her ass was rolled up and split like a melon. Those terrible boys are going to fuck me back there! thought Ethel.

And while I still have this beautiful cock in my cunt!

Fantastic!

The air was thick with the smell of their lovemaking. Biff Anderson was so tired he could barely pull his deflated cock from his daughter's asshole.

Only now, after so many years of guilt, could Biff really relax. The experience was no new to him that he never wanted it to end.

His daughter was drooped over the bathtub like a piece of cooked linguini. Her rounded buttocks faced him, the black slit cutting across her perfect ass. He was drawn to this black line. If he had been told that fucking his daughter's tender butt could be so much fun, he would have rejected the notion. He knew a couple of guys at work who bragged about getting drunk and banging their daughters. These guys didn't think much about incest. It was just something that happened. "Man, I was drunk and my little darling was just there in the room and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to slide those britches off her" young hips and put my cock in there." explained one guy. He was so sincere and unself-conscious about committing incest that it flabbergasted Biff. At the time, he had no idea how to respond.

But now he did. Because Janet had been so nice and soft and understanding, not to mention devilishly sexy twitching those hips around his hard prick, that he would never question any form of sex again.

"You're all right, aren't you, Janet?" Biff asked his daughter. "I didn't hurt you or anything?"

"No, I'm fine," Janet answered. She was not hurt at all. Oh, the pink hole in her rear stung a little bit, but that was all right. The continuous sexual throb that had dominated her body for these past frantic hours seemed to be diminishing.

She was tired as hell. It went beyond mental and physical fatigue. Every atom in her body was exhausted. She reached down to her cunt and gripped her furry friend with her palm. Her fingers toyed with her clitoris, but only a dull twitch gave any indication how excited she had been.

She wiggled her butt with great difficulty. There was a stinging deep inside her rectum and the tortured channel walls went squish-squish when she moved. His hot, buttery sperm leaked from her hole like a faucet. Never had she been so thoroughly dominated.

Janet felt born again.

Awkwardly rising from the tub side, she stumbled to her father and squatted next to him. For several moments the two lovers sat in silence. Then her father spoke.

"Hey, that was all right," he said.

"Sure was."

As Biff slowly regained his strength a thought nagged him. He rested a elbow on one knee. His daughter slumped into the opening and picked up his flaccid cock. It drooped in her fingers and she gently handled the slime-covered end.

"You need a cleaning, Daddy," she said. Without waiting for an answer, Janet brought her lips down and cleaned all the sperm away from the knotty end. When his skin shone from the gentle licking of her two lips, she dropped him back into his matted jungle of pubic hair.

Her father was still lost in thought. He toyed with his chin and then scratched his curly hair. Janet didn't know what to make of him. Something was bothering him all right. She wondered if licking his penis had been a turn off. She could not imagine why. All the boys liked blow jobs. And especially when she slurped and sucked with lips and tongue.

"What's this guy Duke like?" he said.

Janet hesitated. Her daddy might get upset if he found out Duke was a pimp. He might do something, drastic like crush his skull in. Janet was through fucking other men. She had her father. And that was more than enough man for her.

So Janet described Duke as a nice guy who had suffered a couple of tough breaks in life. He was all right once you got to know him, she confided.

Biff rose from the floor and stretched. He looked at his watch and realized they had been locked up together for almost an hour. He turned on the shower and stepped inside to wash the caked-on filth off his skin.

Janet waited outside for him to finish.

"How did you meet Charlie?" he said.

"I was at the bar and he picked up on me," she answered. Janet wondered what her father was driving at. She got up and sat on the toilet seat. Her buns slipped down on the seat and she wiggled down against the inside edge.

"Does every man do what Charlie did to you?" said her father. He was still in the shower. The curtain closed around him so Janet could only see his shadow moving behind. She was suddenly aware that her skin was crusty from Charlie's pee.