Unknown - Surfer Girl

"I can't get your cock," she pleaded.

Duke slurped with his lips and tried again. This time he felt her delicate fingers find his sex wand and she grasped his face with her thighs in appreciation. Her fingers ran up and down the throbbing foreskin, then they found his balls and were stroking him down there. Man, was she fucking great, he thought to himself.

He was surprised that she knew so much about a man's body. But then she left his cock and he wagged back and forth like a metronome until her soft, wet mouth came down around him, covering his shaft like, a glove.

"Goooood, baby!" he shouted. He was surprised to feel her sucking and he lifted his head and inspected the plump lips of her soft, ripe cunny, pumping like a big jellyfish. And then he laughed and spread her butt cheeks and jammed his finger into her tight anus.

Janet exploded like an over wound spring. Her asshole burned, seared for a moment, then opened up, letting him inside. She bucked, trying to move away, but his tongue sucked on her cunt and drove her back. He was working on both ends, exciting her cunt while finger-fucking her asshole, and Janet didn't know what to do. She felt terribly afraid, even terrified of Duke.

"Please don't… don't fuck me back there!"

Boy, he hadn't thought of fucking her asshole! Not when he had so much juicy cunt to play with. But Duke found her butt to be soft and receptive to his finger. Cornholing Janet didn't seem like a bad idea.

Except that his nuts were now inside Janet's mouth and she was rolling them between her teeth, sucking and licking with her raspy, wild tongue while her hand soft-stroked his cock. Man, his pecker was on fire! He didn't know what to do. He wanted to come right then, right in her mouth. Except his shaft was wagging free and he was too hot, too fucking hot.

He jerked her legs apart and pulled from her mouth. He heard her gurgle, then writhe against the finger jammed in her butt. Her thighs spread open, her juicy slit inviting him in. He couldn't resist. Her smell was sensational and her flesh was hot and soft all the way down the sleeve of her cunt.

"Baby, you're hot!" he yelled. "Fucking hot!"

He fed cock into her belly until she flopped around like a skewered fish. He let out a short burst of laughter. "Tell me that doesn't turn you on!" he snorted, rolling his flexing hips.

"Oh, yes, it does! It does!" Janet screamed. She was living a dream. Her body was all silky soft and wet from her fucking. She didn't mind if he fucked her asshole with his finger again. As his cock humped her mound, she thought that might be a good idea. He didn't really hurt that bad anyway.

The bed squeaked underneath their frantic fucking. Then she sucked in her breath as his cock disappeared between her milky-white thighs. For a second neither made a sound. They were joined together by the slow undulations of their bodies mating passionately in the cabin.

Janet was so excited that her juice was gushing all over her silky twat and down into the bedding. Duke lay on top drilling her cunt with his cock. She felt him flex inside her twat.

"Aaaiihhh!"

He roared through the wet, slippery flesh of her humping twat, driving his swollen shaft into her sucking womb, then erupted into her shrinking chasm. White, frothy sperm shot into the sucking hole. He screamed again as his cream spilled inside her quim.

"Goooood!" he shouted.

She lay back, passive, weak, absorbing the punishment of his cock and wondered when it would end. She was at the brink of exhaustion. Not another muscle in her body would move. Something was happening inside her snatch something wonderful and exquisite. His penis stirred in her hot pot and thrill after savage thrill shook her body. Daringly, she raised her fast closing cunt and rubbed her clitoris into Duke's pumping crotch.

"Aaaaahh!," she moaned. The extra penetration was like a long flame shooting up her chasm. She was so tired of fucking that her ass cheeks fluttered. Her orgasm arrived just in time and crashed down around his fuck stick, gripping him hard. It was sensational! For both of them!

"Ohhhh! Fantastic!" she moaned.

He slipped back and forth against her juices, his hard on now drooping away until he was only semi-hard. The girl rocked her hips back and forth, even after he pulled away and let his prick hang down, his glands touching her tender flesh.

"Lick me clean," he said, holding his shaft with his hand. Quickly, Janet bent to take in his goo.

It splattered against her lips, but she got most of him inside her mouth. His sperm was hot and salty and she drank greedily.

Duke watched the exhausted girl curl around his wilted sex pole. His sperm was draining into her bloated cheeks before being sucked down her flexing throat. He twisted his body so every last drop was consumed by her cunt or her mouth. She was filled with his seed to the brim.

"Beautiful," he gasped, falling away.

And it was. Janet staggered to her feet and veered to the bathroom, her bulging cunt lips making squishing noises as she walked. She closed the door and sat down on the pot and tried to pee.

Nothing happened.

She squeezed her thighs and moved back and forth across the seat and then at last her pee splashed down into the cistern and a great feeling of relief eased through her abdomen.

Suddenly Duke walked in holding his limp cock. A wicked smile crossed his lips as he pointed his hose at her. The end wagged lasciviously. A ripple of fear flashed through her cunt.

"Don't you dare pee on me," she said defensively.

That's what he had on his mind. Then, at the last moment, he decided not to. She had been a great fuck and there was always time for that special pee trip.

"Can't handle it, huh?" he asked.

She made a face. It was such a crude, violent thing to do, and terribly disgusting, too. She stared at the flared end and wondered if she could or not. His cock was limp, flickering like a beached sea eel. She forced the stream of pee into the cistern and sighed with relief as her bladder voided its contents.

Duke released his limp cock. "You'll be back, won't you?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

Of course she would be back. Where else could she go?

Biff called home shortly after five and said he would be home late. A last-minute meeting had been called by the company's chairman over a trivial matter-tuna-fish processing-but it was a meeting he had to attend.

"What time can we expect you?" Ethel asked peevishly. "I had a roast planned."

"Ten-thirty," Biff replied and hung up. He smiled. There was no meeting. There was a small bat he wanted to check out with Charlie, a friend of his. It was down in the beach area, a dimly lit place with fish nets drooping from the ceiling, and other nautical decorations. It was a hangout for the surf crowd, the beach bunnies and the other sunburned, blonde-haired people that called Ocean Beach their home. His ass was in a sling if Ethel found out. But fuck it, he thought. Ethel was only his wife.

Charlie was a fast-talking ex-Navy ship fitter who worked in the sales department. He reportedly knew every bar in San Diego and when it came to chicks he didn't mess around.

They were sitting at the bar nursing along a second drink when two blondes sat down. One was tall and thin with a dark tan and tulip-shaped breasts that barely stayed in her bikini top. Her waist curved in forming a flat tummy and then curved out at the hips. When she turned and looked at Biff, her eyes sparkled like rare jewels.

Biff felt a tightening in his gut as he downed the drink quickly.

"Drink, girls?" he asked.

The tall girl pulled a long, blonde strand of hair off her brow. She smiled demurely, her mouth all lips and tongue and Biff felt his cock growing hard.