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.
Ethel's legs were spread. And when she returned his gaze, it was just enough time for him to sneak across the floor and ram his hand up through her thighs at her cunt.
Ethel shot up to the ceiling. "You keep away from me!" she shouted. But not before his fingers had felt the soft curve of her cunt through the wet panel of her panties.
Biff could have toyed with Ethel all night, but his balls rumbled and he didn't feel like messing around. The adrenalin pumped through his muscles and he sucked in the clean, fresh air, feeling strong and invincible.
Ethel wiggled away, moving towards the corner, her eyes burning like liquid fire. He noticed how wet her skin was. Sweat dripped from her chest and down her face. She was panting like a bitch dog, fear flooding her blood.
Biff knew his wife. Even before the heavy drinking she had played hard to get. What she needed was something big, like his cock, pumping up and down inside her pink snatch to straighten her out.
Ethel noticed the change in her husband. She felt weak, too helpless to do anything. She pressed her soft buttocks up against the wall and shivered with fright. Biff was moving forward, his hand coming up and down the long length of hard cock protruding straight out at her face. He was horribly thick and long and her cunt was throbbing.
"What are you g-g-g-going to do?"
Biff laughed. "What the hell do you think?" He pulled her roughly by the arm, grabbing the night robe and pulling downward. The cloth came apart at the seams and she suddenly stood before him stark naked.
"G-G-Get away!"
She shivered and twisted, her hot mound glistening in the overhead light. Her breasts bobbed like apples in a water barrel. Biff twisted his wife's arm and brought her down to her knees.
"You're hurting me!"
"Wonderful," he said. He kneeled next to her and wrenched her across his knees and whacked her on the ass. Ethel screamed at the explosion of hot pain across her buns, but that only incensed, Biff. He slapped her ass again and again, watching her butt wiggle like water balloons. They moved back and forth, firm and tense. Oh, shit, it looks just like Janet's ass! he thought. He released Ethel's arm, but she didn't move away. She remained, her butt up, bent over, her thighs spread, slightly apart.
What am I doing? he asked himself. It was a stupid question. His blood was pounding in his skull and he started stroking her butt, forgetting about Janet and concentrating on his dear wife. His hand snaked between her thighs and found the soft, hairy mound. Her juice wet his palm. She smelled wild and sensuous. Her hips moved so her butt looked up at him. Incensed, he dipped between her buns and through the ravine until his tongue found the pink slit of her cunt.
"Aaaaahhhh!!" It was a scream of wild desperation. But Biff was ready. His tongue came through her crotch and drove into her pussy like a spear.
Ethel screamed. He was rising upwards into her cunt! Her legs were off the ground, flailing. And his mouth had nailed her pussy to the floor, licking and sucking.
Her soft body pounded against his tongue like it was a penis. She squirmed, grasping in the air and then surprisingly found his hard dick which he thrust upwards into her palm.
Biff laughed to himself. Ethel loved fucking and she was scared only of what his cock might do. He held her thighs and retreated from her cunt, dragging his tongue through her crotch and along the split ravine of her ass cheeks.
Ethel groaned again, slumping to the floor. Then she felt him, hot and wet, licking the pink muscle of her asshole. Suddenly she was squirming around like an eel.
"Bastard!" she gasped.
Biff raised his head, eyeing his beautiful wife's sweating skin and wondering if she were wet and hot enough to fuck in the ass. He was torn between two kinds of lusty ecstasy. He wanted to mount her asshole and drive her around the floor, making Ethel crawl and beg like a child while his dick was up her butt. Yet her cunt was inviting. She trembled against his lapping tongue with the whole channel of her cunt. She was hot and malleable; her cunt gripped him like a glove full of warm Vaseline. Biff felt a surge of passion as he explored his wife's two gleaming holes, his cock hard and ready for either one.
"Ohhhhhh!" Ethel moaned.
Biff had the perfect idea. He sat Indian fashion on the floor and pulled his wife onto his lap. She didn't understand at first; that is, she didn't until she squatted and his stiff cock jammed her twat. It went in with a sucking noise that made them both shiver.
"Darling!" Ethel gasped. She wriggled and squirmed. The warm shaft of his peter pressed against her tender vaginal lips and really turned her on. She steadied her buttocks with both hands on the floor and worked her cunt up and down his cock. "Wow!" she gasped, feeling the squish of his flesh race through her crotch. It felt like his dick was halfway into her belly. Hunching her mound back and forth only forced him deeper. She breathed deeply and her cunt collapsed all around him and when she went to stroke, his dick tugged on her belly.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned.
Biff Anderson knew he had made the right decision. Her cunt was incredibly delicious. She knew how to wiggle around his fuck pole until his balls jumped up and down like Mexican jumping beans. He watched her tits dance before his eyes, the distended nipples begging to be licked and sucked.
For a brief moment they both lay back and enjoyed the sensation of their glands joined together. But it lasted only a brief moment. Ethel clamped her hot little thighs around his flesh and began riding his cock.
Thick, cunty juice trickled from her bush down the trembling sides of her thighs and slicked Biff's skin. It was hot and musk-scented.
"Smells good," he said between clenched teeth.
Ethel said nothing. What could she say? Ethel couldn't refuse him now, her cunt wouldn't let her. She could feel his savage insistence throbbing in the ends of her nipples; a terrifying mixture of rage and lust and fear all mixed together inside the cauldron of her cunt.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!" she gasped, her twat lips fluttering together like the wings of a butterfly. "Hurrrrryy! Ohhhhhh hurrrrry!!"
It was her urgent cry that made Janet walk into the living room. She still felt drugged from that afternoon in the bar. Janet had gotten up to pee when she heard her mother yell. Innocently, she went to investigate. New to the house, she made several wrong turns and then suddenly she turned a corner and was there. Really THERE!
Her mother's back was arched way back, her head almost touching the floor. Her arms were pressed against the floor and her hips were hunching up and down frantically against her naked father's crotch. She looked at the incredible sight. Her parents were fucking right there on the floor! She couldn't believe that her mother was sitting on her father's erection. She had never seen two people fuck before… certainly not in a sitting position!
"Aaaaaiiee!" Ethel screamed. "Fuck me, darling! Oh, yes, fuck me. Fuck my cunt!"
Janet was mesmerized by the action of her mother's slinky hips, so much so that she stood still as a statue watching them go at each other like savage dogs.
Biff was steaming with sweat and his crotch was soaked from the drippings of his wife. His cock burned as it drilled a pathway through the soft, sucking walls of her pussy, going deeper with every thrust. And when he could stand the excitement no longer he pulled her buttocks close to his cock, pulled her thighs outward and burrowed into her hole.
His hot sperm shot upward into her channel, soaking her velvet skin. He jerked back and forth sandpapering her cunt hole. She was squeezing it down, taking in every drop – it was sensational! He couldn't stop fucking and coming. His juice poured into her cunt like milk into a funnel. It really felt good and he rubbed the base of his cock against wet pussy lips with every stroke.
"Aaaahhh!" he gasped.
She pulsated like a fiery star, her cunt milking her cock with tender loving strokes. He flopped back on his elbows and rolled his head in utter bliss.
And that's when he saw his half-naked daughter staring at him.
"What the hell!" he yelled, surprised. His cock jumped into his wife, went hard as rock and spurted sperm he didn't know existed. His surprised wife screamed with delight. Her body went stiff as a board as the warm cunt hole milked him.
Janet ran away. Her heart was beating like crazy. She didn't know if her father had seen her or not. She just knew the sight of her mother squirming on the end of her father's cock was the most exciting thing she had ever seen.
Her cunt was wildly wet as she ran to the bathroom to pee.