Unknown - Surfer Girl

If I saw a girl in a tight-fitting suit like that on the beach, I'd want to fuck her right on the spot!

"It's beautiful," said Ethel, lighting a cigarette. "Now grab a towel and don't stay out too long. I don't want you getting sunburned and then complaining all night."

"Enjoy yourself, Janet," Biff said. The hurt showed in his daughter's eyes. He wanted to hug her once more, except his cock was bulging out and he didn't want her to think that… no, he didn't want her to think that!

"Bye, Daddy," she said, hurrying out the door, her sandals flip-flopping against the cement walkway.

He watched her through the open door, the cheeks of her ass moving like ball bearings. She had filled out so fast! It seemed just a few months ago that her slim, awkward body seemed to disappear inside a swimsuit.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Ethel said.

He snapped his head around and saw the sneering smile on her face. He felt indignant, insulted by her remark. It's my daughter, for God's sakes, he thought. What the hell is wrong with you, Ethel. You've got to be sick to think there's anything between us. Suddenly he moved up close and staring into her eyes, pressed his dick against the front panel of her slacks. He put a hand to the top button and in one quick movement, her pants were spread open and his fingers were rubbing her cunt.

"I was thinking how much fun we could have right here," he said. The glint in his eyes was unmistakable. The hand rubbing her mound was unstoppable.

"Are you crazy?" she snapped, twisting against his grasp. "The window. The neighbors. Have you lost your mind?"

He buried his lips against her neck and ran his fingers through her moist sporran of pubic hair until he found her wet slit. He slipped two fingers into her cooze. His shoulder pinned her to the wall while he pulled her pants free from her struggling legs.

"Bastard," Ethel snapped. "Goddamn, bastard let me go."

She beat on his shoulders and clawed his face with long, thin nails. It didn't stop him. She heard his fly unzip and then the moist head of his cock touched the parted lips of her cunt and she groaned. Ethel spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. His cock head worked into her wetness as he pumped from below her crotch, her hips held up by his two strong hands. She hated him like this, holding her body like a soft, furry thing while she was helpless, unable to stop him. Her clitoris stood out firm, pressing against his stomach. She moved her wet mound around and around, stimulating herself. She was aroused, stimulated and she gripped his powerful shoulders wanting him to take her cunt with savage insistence.

"Go in me," she croaked. Urgently, she licked at his ear, as she would later suck on his dick. Her husband groaned and pushed forward with his hips.

"Ahhhhhh!" Ethel gasped. His cock slid into her surprised slit, seared for an instant, then penetrated fully. She felt the warm, hot thrust of his cock along the wet channel wall, through her womb and up her spine. He withdrew, then charged forward and her belly exploded with sparks. She grabbed desperately, his sweaty chest rubbing against her tits. She jerked roughly on the dick sucking on her cunt like a plunger, kneading and working her cunt like a finely tuned instrument, and she gasped out loud.

"Hurry!" she cried as her fingers worked through her ravine. He rammed home with a short, quick plunge. Her twat lips peeled back and her hips came up and her cunt squished under the surging shaft.

Biff felt her folds around his cock, hunching and heaving, her butt going tight in his hands, her back arched high and then he groaned as sperm boiled up into his cock.

Through the window he caught a glimpse of his daughter's ass rolling with an innocent grace under the skin-tight bikini bottom. He hugged his wife's frantic cunt while watching Janet. His dick twitched, then shuddered, his balls smoldering hot. He jerked free of the tight, wet pussy flesh then rammed into her slit with surprising, jolting force. His wife sprang up against his pumping hips and her cunt sucked on his swollen dick like a hungry mouth.

Then he came.

His balls erupted and he was pumping her cunt hole and squeezing her buttocks, feeling her collapse like Jell-o around his hardness as sperm gushed into her slot, thick as cream.

"Goooooood!" groaned Ethel, wagging her soaked pussy, milking the spurting cock end. He flooded her pleasure void with jet after jet of come. His balls pumped up and down and she was filled to the brim full and still he came.

"Oh, Biff, you're so good," she gasped, overjoyed.

And Biff watched his daughter disappear from sight, her mature body undulating with surprising sensuality. She was walking down to the beach, down to mix with the surfers and the beach bums and the other young, tantalizing girls like her- the runaways and adolescent hedonists who sought out sexual thrills in their tiny bikinis and he felt a great emptiness surround him. Even as his sperm drained like a hose into Ethel's sucking cunt-mouth, he realized nothing was the same anymore.

Janet, my own daughter, he whispered as his wife slumped to the floor, sperm dripping on her face. So beautiful. My daughter is so beautiful.

Janet felt a deep stirring as she walked down the steep hill, her sandals flip-flopping against the cracked cement. It started between her thighs and worked slowly through her crotch up along the soft, hairless skin of her belly and through the firm, round breasts and out the pulsating nipples.

Ocean Beach lay before her-alien, unknown, inviting. It unfolded before her: the one-story stucco buildings, the azure-blue ocean, the long fishing• pier. She was above it, looking down, her eager body absorbing the sun's loving heat. She was slowly descending into this new life, like a skin-diver sinking slowly into the beguiling world of the sea. She had never seen an ocean, never met a surfer, never been to California and now she had all of it, right at her fingertips, and the shock was almost too great to absorb at once.

A kid on a skateboard came rocketing down the hill, missing her by inches. He was about her age, a good-looking kid with shoulder-length blond hair, and nude except for a baggy swim suit. She watched him weaving with deceptive grace, legs bent, arms out balancing his weight, eyes intent, staring ahead intently.

The hill was far too long and steep for a skateboard and yet here was this kid challenging the odds, his face drawn tight with confidence. The kid summed up the California experience, the reckless, wild spirit that pushed people to the limits of new experience… and beyond.

It took five minutes to reach the beach. The beach •was brilliantly white and cluttered with bathers stretched out on towels, their brown bodies gleaming with oil. Beyond lay the ocean. Janet noticed the surfers speckling the water just beyond rolling surf line, dressed in cut-away wet suits, sitting on their boards waiting for the next good wave.

Along the street were the surf shops, beer bars and fast-food shops that catered to the surfing crowd. The sidewalk was clogged with surfers, their long blond hair and dark tans setting them apart from the tourists. Janet felt conspicuously like an outsider, crossing the street and walking by the shops, peering in at the knots of surfers filling the tiny storefronts.

A man came flying from a bar and sent Janet sprawling.

"Fucking asshole!!" he shouted, shaking his fist.

Janet thought he was cursing her. But then a burly man in an apron appeared at the barroom door.

"I told you before, Duke, to stay out!" said the man.

"Up yours." The man turned to a startled Janet. "Hey, baby, sorry to send you down."

She was too startled to reply. The guy was dressed surfer-style. His blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail that gave his long, angular face and piercing blue eyes an angelic quality. He took Janet's hand and pulled her to her feet.