"Where have you been?" asked Ethel. "I haven't seen you one night this week."
Biff turned his attention to the hot vegetable soup that graced the dinner table. There was no point arguing with his wife and he certainly was not going to tell her of his whereabouts. That's all he needed; if this dumb drunken wife of his got wind of the cute little surfer girls down on the beach, he could kiss his marriage good-bye. Which was all right with him. But he couldn't see forking over half his paycheck in alimony. Not after working twenty hard years to get where he was. He spooned down some soup and turned to Ethel.
"It's been a busy week," he said. "I'll make it up to you."
Ethel leaned over the table, her breath reeking of Vodka. Who was she trying to kid, he thought. The dull color of her eyes, told him everything. Ethel was becoming a first-class alcoholic. Jesus, did he know how to pick them!
"What's the matter? You don't love me any more?" she said.
He finished off the soup. He had to get away from her. Had to get out of the house, maybe run down by the cabin and see what kind of pussy was available. Yes, that was a good idea. Get the hell away from this drunken bitch before she pushed him too far and he decked her with a right. Ethel was really a cunt. A first-class bitch! Quickly, he rose from the table.
"And there you go again," she sneered. "Eight o'clock on a Friday night. Don't tell me you've got a business meeting!"
He ignored the sarcasm. He bent down and kissed her lips. "I'll be home early," he said sweetly. Then he turned and walked away.
"You and that slut daughter of yours," Ethel sneered. "Both of you stay out of the house. See if I give a good Goddamn."
Yeah, where was Janet, he wondered. His daughter hadn't been home before midnight once that whole week. He meant to say something to her about the late hours. But either he was too tired or she wasn't around. He'd have to have a heart-to-heart talk with his daughter.
As soon as he finished with, the Ocean Beach girls, he would do that. Yes, he thought, walking down the front steps to the car parked by the curb. He would do that.
Janet's heart was beating like mad by the time she got to the bar. It wasn't from running either. She was working the bar circuit for Duke now and this was her first night. She didn't want to mess things up. Janet wore a skimpy halter top that barely, concealed her well-formed breasts. The nipples poked through the flimsy garment like tiny warning beacons. Her white shorts were cut just at the curve of her butt and the waistband slunk on her hips. They were cut low and revealing, like the bra. One healthy tug and the seams would come apart. Over the halter and shorts she wore a windbreaker, open in the front. Man, don't I look like something, she thought, staring into the mirror behind the bar.
At first she had held misgivings. Janet didn't go for the idea of putting out for guys other than Duke. She wasn't that kind of girl. But during the past week, she had done a lot of things that were new and different.
She had always been afraid of weirdoes. And guys like George, who assaulted her in a women's bathroom and jammed his cock up her asshole and made her squirm and beg like a slave was a beast.
She wandered home that night, her rump going squish-squish as she walked, the humiliation almost too great a burden to bear.
But that was last week. And now that she knew Sally and Darlene and had some real friends for a change, she didn't mind picking up guys. Even if her cut of the money was small, she at least got to make love to Duke, although not as much as she once did. Well, he was a busy man, she thought, sipping the ginger ale cocktail. It was early and only a few people were lined up at the bar. A couple of drunks gave her the eye, but they were only looking, not buying.
Then a guy walked in who looked vaguely familiar. Even through the dim light and the heavy blue cigarette smoke that hung like a mist in the club, she saw the man's sharply chiseled features and door-wide shoulders. His look rang a bell. He turned in her direction. And then they were looking at each other at the same time and Janet experienced a curious weakness in her crotch. It was like a low-grade fever that infected the slimy walls of her cunt and was gradually building in intensity. She was all wet and loose all of a sudden and she could have bet right then that this was the man she would spend her evening with. He looked very much like… DADDY! Janet nearly screamed the word out. "It can't be," she gasped, snapping her thighs together. Her thick juice still managed to trickle out between the swollen folds of her twat and seep into her panties. She drained off the ginger ale and was about to run when the man came forward. She looked up into the familiar blue eyes and trembled all over as he walked close and put his elbow on the bar.
She had never seen him before. He was a perfect stranger.
But he knew her all right.
"Hi Queen Bee," he said. "Mind if I buzz around your hive?" His tongue flickered between his thin, cruel lips.
His tongue was long and thin and wiggled at her like a snake ready to strike.
"Y-y-yes," she said. It did no good to try to stop the flow of juice from her cunt. She was instantly wet. Her skin tingled everywhere and goosebumps flowed down her belly and between her legs. Her strength drained out through the V shape of her legs. She was as deflated as a helium balloon pricked by a pin.
Then he spoke and his words chilled her to the bone.
"Baby, you look tired," the stranger said. "Maybe you should go to the bathroom and freshen up. Here, I'll show you where it is."
No, she thought desperately. She looked frantically for help, but Sally and Darlene were at a table talking with two sailors. Sally looked up and gave her a smile. Paralyzed with fear, Janet got up and walked to the back of the room.
Charlie stared at her and the blood rose in his face. He had never seen a better-looking girl. Stuck in the broom closet, he could tell tonight would be something special.
"Well?" she said nervously.
It was what he wanted to hear. He couldn't kid himself any longer. What he liked more than anything else in the world was that young pussy. He didn't care if he went to jail for it – he wanted that poontang that cluttered up the beaches. He wanted soft, urgent thighs wrapped like birthday ribbons around his waist and the feel of, tight pussy sucking on his cock. Tight pussy and tight, willing lips. That was worth the risk. Give him a chance at slipping his pulsating cock up into that fine hairy crack and jack up and down until he dumped his load and he would be happy.
"Open up," he said, unzipping his fly.
She got down on her knees obediently, taking off the windbreaker. Her breasts puffed through the flimsy halter beautifully. Her nipples popped out like steel thimbles and Charlie let out a long, wicked whistle.
His cock arched up just looking at those tits, knowing that in a few minutes he would by lying on the mattress back at the cabin with this girl's tender loins surrounding him, her twat sucking his cock. But right now he wanted some mouth sucking. Charlie groaned as he unzipped his fly. He was terribly excited. He put his hand on the throbbing cock and knew that all that mattered at that moment was getting his pecker in Janet's mouth – one way or another.
"I feel so ashamed," said Janet out of the clear blue. She showed her humiliation by kneeling in the broom closet before this man's urgent cock, making no attempt to run away. It stirred something deep inside Charlie and for an awful moment he felt a twitch in his bladder and thought he might pee all over Janet's young body.
God, what an awful thing to do, he thought. Nevertheless, the impulse was there, disgusting as it was to Charlie. He had peed on a girl only once and that was on a Chinese girl in Hong Kong. And that was during the Vietnam war years and the little "slope" was a hooker and didn't really count as a girl.
As he thought of the Hong Kong girl, Janet raised her head. His cock looked out at her, the end flickering like a candle flame in the wind. He smiled a slow, deliberately wicked grin, and thrust his cock at her face.
Janet watched him advance. Her mouth opened magically and he went in. His shaft slid along her tongue like a lizard crawling through a cave and he laughed as the huge throbbing end found a nice home in the warm, juicy softness of her face.
Janet surged upward. She closed her eyes and tightened her lips and bobbed her head back and forth against his rigid dong, grabbing for his balls with her hands.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" he gasped. Man, the broad was on fire. She was jack-hammering his cock. He never felt anything so sudden in his whole life. He looked down at her tulip-shaped lips that heated his shaft. Her face was a furnace and his cock was red-hot from licking and sucking.
Fantastic! Shit, she was fucking fantastic! Slowly he leaned forward. This time he grabbed her by the ears and rammed into her mouth. The girl shivered. It was a delicious sensation for both of them. His breath was coming hot and heavy, just as his sperm was surging through his swollen fuck-stick. He pulled harder and harder until her face blurred with motion. Man, he was fucking her face. Out of sight! Using her face as a cunt! She was warm and wet and willing. The wrinkled skin surrounding his cock swelled up tight as a drum skin. Her fingers worked his balls up and down like pulleys, jerking his testicles until sperm filled his iron-hard shaft. "Aaaahhoo," he shouted. He was filled to the brim with passion. He wanted to pull that sweating body free of those tight-fitting shorts and skimpy halter and rub his hot nuts through her breasts and shimmering cunt like a fuck crazy dog!
He was growing bigger and bigger and bigger. And she knew it could last forever. She thought of all the wild, exciting things in her life and reached down to cup her soggy pussy with her fingers. Tightly she squeezed his crotch. The fragrance was overwhelming in the tiny enclosure. It made them fuck like there was no tomorrow. And then there wasn't.
"I can't hold it," Charlie said. He pulled her face down onto his pole lintel lips suckled his pubic hair and his balls bounced against her lips and the cannon-shaped end was buried halfway down her throat. Then his sperm shot from the glands, flooding her mouth with his hot, steaming come.
"Aaaaahhh!" he gasped.
Janet clung tightly to him. The little girl was so excited she wanted to pee on herself. She had him right at the edge of his orgasm and then he was spurting all over her tongue and throat and the roof of her mouth. Eagerly, her lips furled around his majestic pole, sucking down his spurting juice. Still, some seeped out and spilled around her trembling lips and dripped down the sides of her face.
"Oh, baby, that's good," he moaned, jerking in and out of her gurgling throat. "Soooo good!"
He withdrew from her lips while come still spurted. He felt drained and terribly happy, like a dying man suddenly given his life back. Janet collapsed against his crotch, his half-limp cock hanging down on her face, dripping long, spindly strands of sperm. She was exhausted. Nothing could make her move.
Tension had put crackles in her nerves and once it was removed, she was like modeling clay on a hot day.
It was good all right. Good for Charlie! It was his sperm that dribbled all down her face. And it was Janet who kneeled before the long length of deflated cock. The head drooped down at her mouth. She was humiliated by the cock which made her squat on the floor, trembling from head to foot. She reached up and touched the flaccid ring of skin that surrounded the crown, jerking on the trembling shaft with shaking fingers and wondered, who was she anyway? What kind of woman took pleasure being dragged off to a broom closet and giving her mouth to satisfy a man's depraved desires?
You must be sick! You're an animal. A fucking animal!
Charlie only smiled. "Come on, sweetheart," he said. "Finish up. I want to get back to the cabin."
Again Janet brought her mouth up to his crotch and sucked out the last few drops of sperm. Then she stuffed his cock stem back into the open vent of Charlie's pants and zipped his fly. Her heart was pounding like a hammer. Rising to her feet, she saw bright flashes before her eyes and her head was spinning. She staggered against Charlie's chest.
You're an animal! You deserve to be treated like one.
"You all right?" asked Charlie.
"Fine," she mumbled, wiping her salty lips clean with the back of her hand. Her stomach rumbled.
"Let's go then," he said, opening the door. The bar was dark and full of the sounds of laughter and people talking.
Janet felt like hell.