Unknown: Surfer Girl

She was soft and wet and warm around his cock.

Coming to her senses, Janet tried fighting back. Her mouth was full of his cock. He was huge, hung like a horse. And his hairy nuts swung against her chin. She grabbed his thighs and twisted. No use, he didn't budge an inch. The movement pulled her from the toilet seat and now her pee was trickling down her legs, wetting the bikini bottoms.

What had she done? Who was this man and why was he in the bathroom with her? The drug made her movements awkward. Her knees buckled and he pulled back on her ears dragging Janet to her knees before him.

"Suck me, baby," he ordered, ramming his cock home into the slippery sleeve of her mouth. He was burning hot, so hot that he wanted to jerk free of her sucking face and squeeze his cock through the soft petal lips of her cunt.

Man, he thought, thrusting bestially, that would be something. Except there wasn't time now because his sperm shot up through his rigid cock like mercury up through a thermometer and his balls were pounding and then his glands throbbed with an unbearable intensity and he came.

His sperm shot through her surprised lips and across her tongue. It caught Janet by surprise. Her eyes widened and she made a deep sucking sound while his seed spurted down her throat.

"Aaaahhhh!" he gasped, pulling, free, spraying her face. He worked long ribbons of hot come around her face in a spider web design. She did nothing to stop him. After his come stream had wound down to a steady drip and his hard cock started to go limp, he groaned.

Janet just knelt there looking hurt and ravaged. He had felt so good in her sweet mouth. He reached down and pulled Janet up by her furry cunt.

Her eyes were still wide as saucers staring at him, but not really seeing. She licked her lower lip, cleaning the sperm away and again found that the taste wasn't bad. He had raped her, raped her mouth! Who was this man? Her mind was woozy and she couldn't think straight, but something was wrong.

"You're an all-right chick," said the bartender, getting to his knees. He pushed his face between her trembling thighs, found the razor-thin slit of her cunt and brought his tongue back and forth across the pink skin.

"Aaaaa!!" she gasped.

The shock was all gone and the tongue brought her back to the real world. Her wet mound tingled from the licking. She grabbed him by the hair and humped gently against him, dimly aware that another person had entered the bathroom.

Duke stood by the stall, staring in disbelief.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

But George was beyond listening. His tongue had slipped between Janet's cunt folds and was sucking her into a frenzy. Her little twat opened up like a blooming flower and his tongue went deep inside her.

Duke was getting hard watching his good friend eating Janet's cunt. But he couldn't afford to lose Janet. She was a rare, wonderful find, and she would make him plenty of money. So reluctantly he shoved his way into the stall, and with a twist of his hips, brought his bare foot up, smashing George squarely in the face.

The bartender, fell silently to the floor, surprise still registered on his face. Then Duke helped Janet up with her panties and hustled her to the street.

When the drug wore off a few hours later, Janet had walked half the beach with Duke and met a few of his friends who lived in a row of converted cottages a few blocks from the ocean.

Janet tried to forget the incident. She had been attacked by a madman and she had willingly let him rape her mouth without a fight. The raw taste of his sperm still tingled the inside of her mouth. And her pussy fluttered from the good, hard licking of George's mouth.

Duke promised that beach people were happy go-lucky types who liked parties and good times and that the George's of the world were freaks, throwbacks. Janet smiled, but she couldn't forget the man's cock. And she wondered about the rest of the beach people.

The end of their walk wound up at the beach, where the surfers were taking their last rides in for the day. The sun was a fiery ball dipping into the horizon. Duke put an arm around Janet, pressing against her, feeling the warmth and softness of her hip.

"You smoke grass?" he asked.

"Sure!"

He pulled a half-smoked reefer from his pocket and handed it to her. "Smoke this and remember me," he said. He kissed her on the forehead, and then walked back to his cabin, leaving the dazed girl standing on the beach holding the marijuana cigarette and wondering how she had gotten mixed up with him in the first place.

It was a routine dinner at home, which was surprising since Janet and her mother had just arrived that day. Her mother was unusually quiet, staring straight ahead and ignoring her father who seemed buoyant and full of life. He ate three helpings of everything before pushing his plate away from the table and belching loudly.

"Nothing like a home-cooked meal," he said.

After dinner Janet went to her room, which had only a bed and a lamp. She tried to read a book but all she could concentrate on was George's tongue going back and forth across her slit. It made her belly vibrate and she rolled over on the bed and squeezed her finger up between her cunt folds and gently rocked herself to sleep.

She was asleep when her father came in to say good night and saw her curled up around her finger. She was hunching slowly back and forth, groaning to herself. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. She was dreaming about the motel room in Dairy, only George was on the bed and her cunt was clenched around his cock. She could feel his penis filling her, the thick sperm washing down the insides of her cunt sleeve. Her little twat had felt so empty before he filled her and now she couldn't stand being alone, being without a man. She rocked against her fingers until the juice flowed from her slit and filled the room with its spicy fragrance.

Biff Anderson walked halfway to the bed, feeling like an intruder in his own house. The smell came to his nostrils, gagging him. He wanted to turn away before it was too late. Yet the light was on and his daughter lay uncovered. She could get sick laying uncovered especially in the nippy California evenings, he reasoned. He pretended the lump rising from his pants was an accident. It had nothing to do with Janet. Quickly, he rushed to the bed and pulled the covers up around her and hurried out of the room, clicking off the light.

He closed the door behind him and ran to the bathroom to wash the sweat off his brow. The hot water from the basin felt good as he splashed his face. He looked up in the mirror at his reflection. What he saw pleased him. It was the reflection of a mature, confident man who still had the vitality of youth. Quickly, he dried his face and returned to the living room where his wife sat in a chair reading a book.

"Well?" he grinned.

Ethel saw Biff unbuckling his pants and felt a tremble at the base of her spine. "Didn't you forget this afternoon?" she snapped peevishly.

Buff dropped his pants and stepped out so he stood now only in his underwear… His cock was hard as a rock. His wife was acting cold and impervious. Just a few minutes ago he had watched his daughter hunching against her hand. It had jolted him. The sight had been so exotic and sensual to watch that he could barely contain the urgent feeling in his cock. My little Janet, he thought and his mouth was wet and his tongue slithered out. How could I think of such evil things when my wife is here?

"Put your clothes on," snapped Ethel. "All you ever think about is sex."

That's right. He admitted as much. Even in her mid-thirties, Ethel had a voluptuous body. From the pert curve of her breasts, her sultry body narrowed to a tight waist then flared at her ample hips. She.had the nicest two legs and the most sensual ass he'd ever seen on a woman; He was so hot that he would have dragged his dick around the floor like a dog to taste her sweet pussy. But that wasn't necessary-he could just pull her over and fuck that lovely cunt any time he wanted.