Unknown - Surfer Girl

"No, Daddy," she answered truthfully.

"It's wrong!" he yelled. He flung the shower curtain back with a snap that brought Janet's head up.

Her father's face was contorted in anger. He held his limp cock in front of him like a gun ready to shoot. "You disgraced me!" he said.

"But I didn't know, Daddy," she pleaded. "Really I didn't!"

Biff was not going to give an inch. His heart beat with furious anger. It seemed to radiate from the center of his chest down through his abdomen and out the hole of his cock. He looked at his daughter and felt murderous.

He grabbed his daughter roughly by the arm and pulled her across down to the bath tub with him. Her rear arched upwards across his lap.

The fight went out of his daughter like air from a punctured balloon. Balling her fists, she waited for the resounding whack of his hand across her bottom.

She had acted like a tramp. Charlie was just another stranger-only his idea of fun was a bit more bizarre than her other lovers. It was one thing to let a man penetrate her slit and quite another to suck up his pee!

Biff's deflated cock pressed through his closed thighs and up against her navel. Her belly muscles were taut as piano wire. A thick miasma of expired sex drifted from her butt. It overwhelmed Biff's sensitive nose like a dose of smelling salts. He brought his hand back high over his head and then down solidly across her fluttering buttocks.

"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeeee!!!"

Janet grabbed her father's thighs and dug her nails into his skin. She expected the spanking to hurt, but that whack felt like a gun going off! It shattered her nerves. Janet was scared, frantic. She had to get away. Right that minute!

The red splotch on her skin spread from the edges until her entire backside was the color of raspberry ice cream. Her sweltering crease smiled back at him. He brought his hand up once more. She was flinching against the arm that secured her tightly to his lap. And she was screaming like hell. His own daughter. But she was held tightly and nothing was going to let her get away. He could spank all day and night.

It was a strong desire. A sweet little girl with a sweet mouth and a lovely ass just laying on his lap begging, yes, screaming for a spanking.

Janet acted like a tramp and deserves this, he reasoned Yet in his heart he felt differently.

Her tender butt was so helpless. The long, thin crease was so inviting. He had rammed his finger through those tender cheeks. Her pink asshole had opened up like a rare flower to his probing finger.

To his surging cock!

Could he continue smacking her butt after she had grunted and hunched on the end of his penis? Could he really do it?

"No, Daddy, no!" Janet shouted. Tears flooded her eyes. The pain was terrible. His palm still burned across her rump. She wiggled her flesh but that didn't help. The throbbing hurt was still there.

"I promise to be a good, girl," she said. "I promise! I promise!"

He glanced around furtively, like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Only the cookie jar turned out to be his daughter's butt! It had been such a nice day. It was a shame to ruin it all because Janet had acted unwisely. Staring at her, Biff imagined he could still see the tight hole inside the flaps of rump flesh. It was all pink and hairless and tight. Much better than a cunt. So tight she had been. So tight that he'd almost failed to penetrate the ring of resilient muscles. He knew he had to fuck her one more time. Not right then, but soon. Perhaps back at the house in the privacy of their own home.

Of course there was the problem of Ethel to contend with.

Biff doubted that his wife would look charitably upon their incestuous relationship. But there was time to deal with that obstacle later.

He dropped his hand. Janet slid off his lap. Obediently, she reached for his penis. She had tears in her eyes, tears of happiness. Janet wanted to thank her father with her lips. To thank him by sucking his cock.

"NO, baby," he said, holding her hand. "We must leave now. I'll take a rain check."

They dressed quickly. Janet followed her father out the door. The orgy in the cabin was still going on as if nothing had happened in the bathroom.

"I won't be coming back here," Janet said.

Her father nodded. "I doubt if I will either." It was no idle gesture. He would be crazy to give up the good thing he had going with Janet. The thing he wanted more than anything else, the nicest piece of tail in the whole world, was living under his roof. Little naked girls gave him a hard-on, but not one held a candle to the torch heat of his daughter.

They were halfway outside when Charlie came bounding across the sea of humping naked bodies, a huge Cheshire-cat smile spread ear to ear.

His eyes were dilated. He was very stoned on something. Uppers, downers, laughers… what the hell difference did it make. Charlie liked to, get stoned.

"Man, I just fucked the hell out of this cunt and now she's dyking it up with her best friend," laughed Charlie.

Janet felt ashamed and bowed her head but Charlie didn't notice. She was just another cunt, something to be fucked and forgotten. Janet clutched her father's arm, realizing how lucky she was to be loved by somebody.

"Hey, this is something to watch," said Charlie. He motioned them to follow.

Biff was interested in getting home. By that time his cock would be hard again for another round of fucking Janet, but the dykes seemed a pleasant diversion. He looked over at Janet who chose that moment to raise her head. Even in the dim light, her tender young breast buds were visible through the gossamer thin blouse. Her nipples stuck out like thumb tacks. She was so young and innocent looking, her flesh so alive with youth and freshness that Biff felt a twinge of envy. After all, he was well into middle age. Even the moaning and groaning of Janet's body spread over his raging cock could not bring back his youth. "Come on," he said, yanking on her arm. "This is something to see."

They hurried the short distance to the small crowd of sweaty naked bodies. Biff knew the two girls as Bridget and Darlene. How could he ever forget Bridget's rose-petal-soft skin? Or her creamy thighs and swell ripe cunt. He watched the two girls pawing at each other and felt a twinge of jealousy. Bridget looked blissfully happy sucking the sweet juices from Darlene's twat. So happy that Biff got angry.

Once he had been drunk on the nectar of her cunt. He slurped her cunny juice with abandon, reveling in the flavor and aroma. Now a girl had taken his place.

A goddamn girl!

Bridget was ecstatic. She was using her tongue as a cock on Darlene's cunt and ramming home. The cunt hole collapsed around her leech-like tongue and Darlene orgasmed.

"Ah! Ah!! Ahhhhh!" Darlene screamed. Her hips rose up, swiveled and slammed down hard on the ground, bringing Bridget's tongue with her. As Biff watched them squirming for every single moment of pleasure, he saw Janet staring intently. Dykes were dykes to his mind. But Janet took a special interest as the girls pressed together in a long, shuddering orgasm.

Suddenly he thought of a vent for his frustration. He giggled loudly and whispered in Janet's ear. His daughter looked aghast. Her father never ceased to amaze her with his ideas. It was a terrible thing what he suggested, but her belly tingled with expectation and Janet knew she would go through with his idea.

It seemed forever before Bridget fell off to, the side, exhausted from cunt eating. Her breasts rose and fell like solid balls of fruit.

Quickly Janet shed her clothes. It took only a second to unzip and step out of her pants and blouse, and before Bridget could move Janet was between the exhausted girl's legs and lapping her cunt.

"Ooooooo!" Bridget moaned. The tongue felt wonderfully good against her crotch. It rekindled the spark inside her loins and brought new life to her pussy. She was ecstatic. As Janet slurped away, the tulip-shaped cunt lips opened under the attacking tongue and her pink slit gleamed in the air.