Unknown - Surfer Girl

"Did your wife go?" Janet asked.

The captain's eyes twinkled merrily. "Oh, she did. Grand old gal. I tell you life is all right. Ain't that right Babie?"

The heavy woman smiled at Derk lovingly. "The ocean is home," she smiled.

Biff drank from his beer. His eyes didn't leave the rotund figure of the woman. She had put on a worn sweater and some patched pants out of courtesy to the guest, though it was apparent she loved to run around the house half-naked, as Biff had seen her do earlier. Her skin was the color of brown sugar and her breasts hung like fresh mangos from her chest. She had a strong, pretty face, a wide smile like the captain's and coal-black hair that hung straight back down her shoulders.

She was neither young nor especially pretty. When she laughed her whole body shook. Her features were coarse and awkward, like the two dimensional scrawls of a schoolboy's first crayon painting.

Yet Biff was oddly drawn to this woman. It was a strange sensation. All his life he had searched for youth and beauty and finally finding both qualities in his daughter Janet, he discovered that women without these qualities could arouse him.

"Where is the schooner?" Biff asked, changing the subject.

"Still in the harbor," said Derk. "It's the bank's. They just haven't got around to selling her."

Janet nudged her father. She liked the old guy and it was just too damn bad about the boat. It was wrong for a bank to take this man's boat away from him.

Derk sensed the girl's uneasiness. "It's all right," he said. "I've got this little house and sooner or later I'll be back on my feet with another ship to sail. It always happens."

She believed him, though there was no mistaking the wistfulness in his voice.

"Take a look at the books," said Derk.

And for the next two hours they drank and talked about great books and great adventures and when they finally finished, Derk shook their hands and invited them back.

His wife was smiling at Biff as they left.

He knew that he would return.

If Ethel had known her daughter was the root cause of the terrible fear that worked up her spine, she would have sought out revenge with a fury.

Her body was bent like a pretzel over Tod's cock. She kicked out behind and felt her heel connect with the soft testicles hanging from a boy's crotch. He fell away with a gurgling noise from his throat.

Still, it did not prevent the advance of his friends. Her legs were quickly spread and. held apart, exposing the hairy slit of her ass ravine.

Her attackers knew what to do. Already one boy was panting like a dog while he stroked his lanky cock. His friend, meanwhile, spit into Ethel's sphincter and worked the raisin-shaped muscle soft.

"Gee, how would you like me to stick my big old cock up your asshole, Miss?" the boy mocked His friends jeered lustily while he took a few practice pokes at the woman's pulsating trough. He ran his hand underneath the split lips of her cunny and used her juice to further soak her asshole.

Her pink hole eyed him suspiciously. The round mounds of flesh parted obscenely. And when he touched her buttocks with his hands, they wiggled like Jell-o.

"Ripe and willing," the boys said. "Like this watermelon back on the farm. Drill a hole in the side and stick your cock deep into the soft, red fruit heated by the summer sun. It was fucking wild!"

One boy holding a leg laughed, losing his grip just long enough for Ethel to kick free and lash back at the man ready to thrust into her rectum.

She heard the air rush from his lungs as her foot connected with soft testicles. He went down screaming, holding his balls with his hands.

"Bitch!" Tod shouted. She was positioned on his cock. With each victorious kick her cunt clamped down on his cock. Her well-trained pussy gripped his shaft like a fist. He rolled his hip but with no effect. The crazy woman had his cock squarely up inside her channel.

"What a beast!" he gasped. "A foot deep inside and you swallowed every inch!"

Ethel was dizzy with excitement. Kicking back tightened her muscles. She felt his donkey-dick jolt inside the sock of her cunt. It was a good feeling; a strange, thrusting maleness that was unusual for a boy his age.

Another boy grabbed the free leg and pulled open her ass slit. This time there was no escape for Ethel. Her strength dissipated, oozing out the warm hole in her cunt. Sheets of salty water streamed down her skin, wetting her from head to toe. Her asshole puckered out and she quit fighting and thought about fucking.

She was keen on the idea.

Tod, trying to keep his passion from showing said, "Ready, Miss? Can you take another hard cock into your body?"

She could. If her asshole was too small, they would find a way to ream it out to proper size. She put nothing past these renegades. Raping her cunt and her asshole! Ethel realized they would stop at-nothing.

"Go ahead," she sobbed, tears coming to her eyes. Actually she tingled with excitement. Since rape was the only outcome, then she might as well enjoy it.

Behind, Fred stood on wobbly legs. He looked down at the wiggling mass of flesh and realized that this woman was the wife of that bastard who'd throttled him at Duke's shack.

She wasn't bad-looking, he thought, flexing his rising cock. With her legs spread wide like that, he wouldn't mind lying down on her curving back and jerk-fucking his cock up her shitter. He pushed one kid out of the way, and got into Ethel's saddle, fingers stroking her bubbly ass cheeks. When Ethel responded with a raspy groan and an undulating movement of belly flesh, he crawled between her cheeks and practiced stabbing her asshole. Surprisingly, her anus was soft for the bullet head of his prick. It seemed almost willing to take him inside.

His heart pounded like a hammer. Fred had never fucked a girl this way before. It was as new for him as it was for Ethel.

She was ready from the minute she gave in and kept saying, "Hurry up. Come on, do it, let's get it over with!"

Fred found strength where weakness once hid. He had been embarrassed to tears by Biff and he now sought revenge on Ethel. He rose up with no coyness at all. He inserted a finger all the way through her sphincter knot and wiggled her asshole into a nice open shape.

Ethel made no protest. The cock in her cunt was making wonderful buzzing sensations. Sparks erupted over the thick folds of her twat. It was like a joy buzzer zinging excitement through her distended clitoris.

The finger up her rear was nothing. A few moments of searing pain and then nothing but a oozing warmth. She concentrated on the man underneath. His face had broken out into a sweat. His cool, icy stare had turned molten. She watched him tremble and it gave her courage because she was feeling the same way.

His cock head poked delightfully into her crack, filling her channel with satisfaction. His friend was about to funnel more pleasure in. Her asshole rose, the sphincter mushroomed out, and a hot long piece of fuck pipe went in. She bent at the waist and said, "Your cock is wonderful. Gosh, you're so big and so fucking hard it's unreal!"

"Hmmmm!" Fred exclaimed.

Tod was working like a beaver. Ethel's cunt went flap, flap, flap against his groin. It was as much as he could bear to get his cock moving in a slow rhythm. Those soft, beautiful tits squirmed down to his face and he sucked on the cherry ends greedily. Her cunt was holding hard, like a fielder's glove. He didn't know how much longer his balls could withstand the pressure. Tod wanted to come, had to. Every atom in his frantically charged body told him he had to unload.

And in a hurry!

"Aaaahhh!" he gasped, relieved that Ethel had started to hump.

Her sweltering cunt moved up and down his iron-hard cock. Tod groaned as she lifted up to the very tip of his gnarled cock head before descending to the base of the shaft. It was incredible. He looked over her shoulder and saw Fred's tortured face. It took a second to realize that he had climbed into her asshole and was fucking her butt while she in turn fucked his dick.