She lifted her head slowly and all Biff could think of were those cheap Japanese horror films where the monster rises up from the ocean to swallow a town.
Only this monster turned out to be his daughter Janet!
His knees went weak and sweat broke out on his brow and he felt sick to his stomach. "Oh, my God!" he shouted. He wished now that he had never left the house. This nightmare would never have happened if he had stayed at the house and fucked his wife. He instantly blamed himself for what had happened to his daughter. Janet was only a teenager. She didn't know about such evils. But if not, then how did she end up stripped naked, squatting on a toilet seat, her satiny skin dowsed with pee! Sally and Darlene were his daughter's age. And he knew very well what those young chippies were capable of doing.
Charlie jerked the last few droplets of pee from the end of his cock. He had drained his lust onto Janet, working his pee stream up the girl's crotch, along her belly and finally ending up at her mouth. His stream of pee was like a cord drawing them together. Her mouth had opened into a big O and he had used it as a target. His urine sparkled as it splashed against her teeth and lips. She gurgled as his pee filled her face. She enjoyed it and so did he. Draining his bladder had made a new man out of Charlie. He felt vibrantly alive, wonderfully confident.
"How are you doing, old boy?" he asked. Biff was too weak to reply. He pressed his back against the tile wall for support. His eyes never left the glistening body of his daughter. He studied her pear-shaped breasts, then let his eyes wander down her lean belly and shapely thighs.
"Get out, Charlie," he croaked. His energy was sapped. He was too weak to vent his anger on Charlie. He was too ashamed to let on that this humiliated, slump-shouldered broad squatting on the toilet was actually his daughter. The pride of his life!
"Yeah," said Charlie, slapping him on the back. "I'm finished. Now have a go at it, old boy. Hell of a broad, let me tell you. A hell of a broad."
His chuckle rang in Biff's ears as his good friend left the bathroom. Only the father and daughter were inside.
Biff locked the door.
Janet raised her head for the first time. She felt horrible. Janet felt loathing and disgust for herself. She was stripped, naked and vulnerable. Charlie's cock had done more than shoot piss in her mouth and down into her crotch. He had stripped away whatever pretense she had about modesty and decorum. Under the surface, she was a beast. All that stuff about tenderness and the weaker sex stuff that she had learned in school was bullshit. Janet was a woman. She was born with a cunt and big tits and nice, shapely buttocks and her purpose in life was to serve her man. Sex was the magic gift she had to offer. It was the forbidden fruit that was explained in the Bible and it was anyone's for the asking.
"Janet," her daddy whispered.
She looked up and saw her father standing above her, his hands shaking terribly. His face was pulled back in a grimace and his eyes were staring down intently.
At first she didn't recognize him. He was just a man, another man who needed satisfaction. She stared at his crotch. A small tent formed in his trousers and she brought her fingers up quickly and cupped the coiled penis.
"Janet!" Biff shouted.
He was too shocked to move. His daughter came off the toilet seat and snaked her fingers through his fly and pulled out his pecker before he realized what she was up to.
"Janet!"
But his daughter was in a trance. She ignored him. She writhed and squirmed on the ground floor between his feet, stroking his fast-rising cock with her fingers. She had no idea what this man had planned. It was, probably painful, but that was all right.
She knew that it took a little pain first before the greatest pleasure could be achieved, so she took his pulsating cock into her mouth and knelt before her lover and stroked his balls and licked his cock while he made up his mind what to do.
There was only one explanation for Janet's trance-like state. She was crazy. Somehow the poor girl had gone off the deep end. She was not herself.
A shudder of revulsion surged through his brain as his daughter's mouth wiggled against his cock. He was hard. Hard in Janet's mouth! And there was only one explanation. He knew what it was. For years he had pushed the thought to the back of his mind, because lusting after your own daughter was evil. And yet he could not deny this desire any longer.
Janet began unbuttoning his pants and he did not stop her. Biff was too weak. His will to resist temptation was gone. Now was the time to face reality. His daughter's mouth clung to his fuck stick. That was truth. Her fingers were rolling his nuts around. That was reality!
And he loved every second of it! Each rolling movement of raspy tongue brought with it a surge of pleasure. Janet pursed her lips around his stout shaft and bobbed her head back and forth. She was terribly good at this sucking and he wondered how many, other men had enjoyed her tantalizing mouth. He was filled with jealousy. Somehow it mattered. After all, his best friend had just PISSED on her. So dear little Janet wasn't new to sex, that was for damn sure.
The way she struggled now to make him come was another indication of his daughter's education into the mystery of the human body. The way she licked the soft folds of skin underneath his cock was a dead giveaway.
His daughter was a whore, he thought. A fuck crazy whore!
He pulled her mouth away from his prick. "Look at me," he ordered. "Who am I?"
Janet looked. Her vision was cloudy. Her father's face floated, by and swirled with the brightly colored bathroom tiles and the glaring overhead light. Suddenly, everything came into focus. She looked at the glistening coat of spit covering his hard dick and fear rippled through her muscles. Tears welled in her big eyes.
She sat back on her heels and tightened her lips. Janet didn't know what to say. There were no words to express her feelings. She could hardly make herself believe that her father's cock had been inside her mouth. She licked her lips. They tasted sweet. Her eyes traveled up from the stout length of sex tube sticking out at her face, over the flat stomach and the hairy chest until she stared into her father's unblinking eyes.
She couldn't speak. He had something in mind for her. Janet had been bad. Daughters didn't have sex with their fathers. She knew he was going to punish her.
I deserve it, she thought.
And all the time, she was aware of the heavy, limber pole sticking out at her mouth like a giant torpedo. It seemed to grow bigger and bigger as she knelt at her father's feet, waiting for him to talk.
"Get in the shower," he ordered.
Quickly she scurried away. Janet jumped into the shower and turned on the water as hot as she could stand it. The water jetted against her skin as she soaked herself, lathering up with a bar of soap. She washed every inch of herself and when she finally stepped out, her skin was pink as a lobster from the heat of the spray.
Biff was waiting.
He had stripped off his clothes and stood at the shower curtain his greasy cock standing out like a conductor's baton. He was so excited he could barely control the nervous spasms that shook him so violently. His hand formed a tight sleeve around his prick. Looking at Janet all he could see was that nice, sweet pussy. The triangular patch of crotch hair stuck out around her sexy slit and underneath.
But he wasn't after her cunt. He grabbed.
"Daddy," she gasped. The pain was terrible. But Janet had an idea that the pain was going to get a whole lot worse.
Biff pulled her around and was pressing his hand down the crack of her ass.
He couldn't be blamed really. All the other men liked to fuck her butt. But his cock was huge. It stuck out like a fat, oversized banana and it seemed impossible for her tiny asshole to take such a big cock inside. He might split her rectum in tow!
"No, Daddy," she said, trying to turn around. Her cunt was softer and looser. His dick would fit nicely up her pussy, if he would only give it a try.
But Biff would have none of it. He knew what turned him on. He had a thing about her butt for years, ever since he paddled her behind for taking candy from a jar in the kitchen. He had pulled her across his knees and smacked her butt with his open hand. Her rump cheeks had rippled back and forth as he spanked her flesh and his cock had gone hard in his pants. It had been terribly embarrassing! Janet had been too young to realize what that lump pressing against her skin was, but Biff stopped walloping her and dropped her to the floor and let Janet run away.
He had a thing for her butt. It wasn't enough to look at and fondle a little bit on the way to fucking her pussy. He had to have all of her asshole. In the center was the wrinkled, pink hole that squeaked when jammed with a finger or a cock. He still remembered that other charming girl who gasped when he licked her asshole. And now he was reaching between his daughter's cheeks with his tongue hanging out, slurping on her rump cheeks. He found the small sphincter and gave the pink muscle a solid lick and felt her shiver against him.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she gasped.
Janet looked back and her heart almost stopped. She had expected a stabbing pain and instead got a soft wet tongue licking her butt. Now her father was driving through her cheeks. And then the pain, rocketed through her body. His finger lodged squarely into her asshole and lifted her off the ground.
"Yaaaaaa!" she screamed. It hurt. She was right. Her butt hurt like hell and that was only a finger jamming her behind. She wiggled her hips and felt him pushing steadily upward into her backsides. His pecker would never fit. Her eyes had seen him hanging limber and loose and that semi-hard state made him seem huger than he really was. It looked as thick across as her wrist and as long as her forearm. Janet imagined that huge pole gliding into tight butt and shivered with fear. She couldn't talk to her father. He was beyond listening to her urgent pleas. Janet could only hope and pray.
"You're going to beg for my cock," Biff told his daughter. He breathed heavily, his lungs puffing like giant bellows as he glided his fuck-finger snugly into Janet's tight butt. "You're going to hurt and you're going to like it!"
He pulled on her asshole with his fingers.
"Grab the sink," he ordered.
She did as instructed. Janet grasped the sink and stretched out her legs so her daddy's finger moved into her rectum at an upward angle. Her round buttocks were splayed back at Biff's waist like twin loaves of bread. They fluttered nervously as he jolted her shitter.
"I'm going to fuck you, baby," he said, his voice thundering in her ears. He couldn't help but wonder about Janet. His thoughts were dominated by the feelings that radiated from his penis. His cock was more pronounced than ever as he busily loosened his daughter's bunghole. His finger stretched the tight, clinging muscle open and readied her for a good hard fucking. Yes, a good, hard fucking, the likes of which neither of them would ever forget.
Suddenly there was a knock at the bathroom door. "Hey, man," said a voice. "I got to pee." Biff told the kid to fuck off, but his warning was no deterrent. The kid only pounded harder and the door rattled, threatening to come off the hinges.
Janet was making low grunting noises like a bitch dog whining for a stud. Her hips rotated seductively, hunching back at Biff's ramming finger. Her hole mushroomed open and he two-fingered her butt, spreading her wider and wider. His dick pulsated terribly. It was no time for interruption.
"I'll be just a minute," he stammered, popping his finger free of her rectum.
At the door was a ruler-thin kid with a thatch of blond hair that grew like weeds from his head. He had a glazed, far-away look in his eyes. Biff grabbed the kid by the neck and squeezed him like a plastic catsup bottle until his tongue lolled from his mouth and his eyes dropped back in his head.
"I said this once," he told the kid. "This bathroom is occupied. Anyone disturbs me again and I'll kill him!" He dropped the punk. He fell like old laundry to the floor. Biff slammed the door.
Biff turned to Janet. Her butt smelled ripe and inviting. Her buttocks shivered with passion and fear. Biff snuggled up against her delectable rear and pressed his cock between her buns. His fingers guided the bulbous head at the end of his thick, stiff shaft to nestle against her pouting butt.
Janet screamed!
"Hump your asshole," he ordered.
She did as she was told. Sucking in her gut, Janet hunched backward and felt her sphincter opening up around his penetrating fuck stick. It was a warm, dull pleasure punctuated by short explosions of pain. Her belly started to flutter as his warmth filled her gut.
"Here it goes, baby," he screamed. And then his cock was pushing into her asshole and she cried out with pain.
"Aaaaahhh!" she gasped.
Outside the door, Janet's urgent screams were clear as a bell. The blond-haired kid slowly got to his feet. He was mad as hell. That big bastard had nearly killed him. He clenched his fist; he was mad enough to kill. But he wasn't foolish enough to go up against Biff. That guy was a psycho. "That motherfucker is one strong dude," he said.
"That he is," said Charlie, who was standing half-dressed by the door when Biff lurched from the door and grabbed the kid's neck. "Don't tangle with him, man. He's my buddy."
"Wow, you know him?" said the kid.
"Yup."
"Where does the dude live?"
Charlie told him. Why not? This kid couldn't go up against his best friend. There was no way. He turned to Sally and started groping her cunt.
The blond-haired kid headed for the door. He'd get the bastard. No one would treat him like that.
"Hey, where you off to Fred?" said Duke, who also had watched Biff and was too afraid to do anything about the berserk man in the john.
Fred turned, a gleam in his glazed eyes. "I'm getting even. That motherfucker is going to pay with his house. I'm going to burn it down!"
And then all the other surfers started to crowd around. Duke was very intent. He grabbed Fred by the arm. "You crazy?"
Just then Janet shrieked inside the bathroom. It sent chills through everyone in the room, including Duke.
"Man, nothing is too crazy any more," Fred said. "Just do whatever comes natural."
All the surfers agreed. Being natural was the credo they lived by. And what could be more natural than seeking revenge? They mulled the plan over and after several joints and a few swigs of booze, the plan didn't sound all that far out.
"I'm gonna torch his fucking house," Fred repeated.
"Yeah, I'll come," Duke shouted. His voice was joined by others. Suddenly arson replaced sex as the thing to do among the people at the cabin.
"Let's do it," said Fred. And half a dozen longhaired surfers ran out into the night looking for gasoline and torches, leaving behind the beach bunnies, a dazed Charlie – and of course the crazy couple inside the locked bathroom.