Unknown - Surfer Girl

"Maybe you girls want more than a drink?" Charlie ventured.

They both giggled and when Biff.turned on the bar stool the shorter, more developed girl put a hand on the inside of his thigh and squeezed.

His cock went up like a flagpole. He pulled her close and ran a hand up the inside of her leg and rubbed her soft, wet cooze. It was barely concealed by the tight-fitting bikini bottom.

"Oooooo!" she murmured.

"Where do you girls live?" Charlie asked.

"Why don't you come with us and find out?" said the tall, lanky girl.

"Right, double right," Biff replied.

"I'm Bridget," said the short girl, "and my friend is Darlene." Bridget's hand crept into Biff's lap and gripped the gnarled end of, his cock, causing him to groan.

"Maybe we would go right now," she said.

"I don't know if I can wait," Biff said.

Bridget snapped the end of his cock with a fingernail. She got up from the bar stool and motioned toward the far end of the bar, a smile splitting her lips.

"Make a telephone call," she whispered.

"What?"

She pointed to the telephone booth next to the washrooms. Quickly he got up and followed.

A strange girl, he thought. At the phone booth she turned, eyes shimmering like diamond chips as she held his hand and pushed open the door next to the phone booth. It was a closet and in a second they were both inside.

He grabbed for her tits. The flimsy bikini top came apart and her firm breasts filled his hands. They were, soft and warm, with stunningly taut nipples. He lowered his head and licked and sucked greedily.

"Aaaaahhh!" she gasped. Her hands undid his fly, reached in and grabbed his hardness. He flickered alive, the knotty head inflamed by the tender stroking of her fingers. She was hot and eager. He could feel that in the way her nipples pulsated under his tongue. The tiny room became hot and steamy. Bridget was stroking him, then she slipped away. What the hell, he thought, where did she go?

And then the warm wetness of her mouth found the flickering end of his cock. Her teeth raked along the knurled head as her tongue wet him down with her juice. He went in and in and in! Her mouth sucked his straining cock with frantic urgency.

"Suck, baby!" Her fingers dropped down to his nuts, puffing them free of his underwear, then rolling them softly, tugging so his juice would flow into his stem.

Bridget licked her lips. Her eyes were closed, her mouth willing, throat sucking. The blonde had buried her face in his crotch and he reciprocated by humping his dick into her. He shoved cock into her with full force and stood still, straining against her puckered, red lips.

"Aaaaahh!" he gasped. She was frantic between his legs, working her mouth like an eager cunt around his pulsating shaft. He wondered how long his cock could withstand the swampy void of her mouth-then he knew the answer. His cock erupted. Thick, hot, white cream spurted out of the flared end of his penis and into the wet hole of her mouth. He gunned her face, hunching his hips while thrusting forward and he was rewarded by the thick cream which leaked out Bridget's mouth.

"Gooood!" he laughed, falling against a bucket full of mops and brooms. She sucked back all the seed that had leaked from her pulsating lips.

He grunted and pressed into her and still it dripped in long, white streamers down the creases of her puckered lips. He twisted his body against Bridget's and she moaned under his spurting cock, collapsing at his feet while draining him clean.

Wave after wave of pleasure flooded him. He gasped for breath, the humid air binding them together. His wife had never given him such pleasure. But perhaps it wasn't her fault. Bridget was younger, her body screaming with the incessant sexual needs of adolescence. She didn't know about childbearing, or the frustration that comes with age. Bridget was very much like his own daughter; they were both young and carefree… signs of youthful innocence.

Oh, man, he had never thought about Janet as a piece of ass! It was naughty… especially for her own father to harbor such thoughts. Fucking his own daughter! He grimaced and told himself it wasn't true even as the fever raced between his legs, swelling his cock once again.

"Ohhhh, you're getting big again," gasped Bridget, holding.his cock. "Not here… At the house."

He somehow zipped his pants and returned to the bar where Charlie and Darlene waited for them. They made it out of the bar and down the street to a shack.

"Hey," said Charlie. The four of them had smoked two joints and the acrid smell of marijuana filled the air. They had been joined by three other girls, one of them with long, dark hair and black, flashing eyes.

One girl squirmed her thighs together and made low, moaning sounds. The odor of her sex filled the air like a miasma of stinky pleasure.

Bridget trembled against his flexed cock. The third girl, Sally, couldn't wait. She silently pulled down her pants and began massaging her healthy pubic mound.

"Hey, I'll help with that," said Charlie, but Darlene held him back.

"This is Sally's thing," Darlene said sternly.

They watched, transfixed, as Sally slipped from her clothes and began massaging the turgid nipples of her small breasts, rubbing the ends with her long, painted nails.

Biff couldn't believe it. The girl was getting off right there in front of them. He felt Bridget's reassuring hands on his cock and a spasm of pleasure coursed through his shaft. He watched as Sally inserted two fingers into her cooze and hunched her hips against herself. Biff wondered what made Sally act so crazy.

She didn't have any tits, just the huge nipples that stuck out on the end of small swells of flesh. Yet her hips had a seductive sway about them and her cunt was ripe as a mango and covered by a luxuriant growth of hair. She was not ugly, this girl Sally. That's for sure.

He stared at Sally as she worked herself into a frenzy and felt the urge to fuck. Suddenly another girl rose between Sally's trembling thighs and placed her lips against her mound.

"Aaaaahhhh!" gasped, Sally. She humped her, hips into the girl's mouth, grinding her pelvis full of hot, pleasing sex. Her full-lipped cunt was being filled by a long, throbbing tongue. Man, he was hot! He wanted to see Sally's tender pink slit. He wanted to see it and fuck it!

Darlene started to giggle. "Watch this, guys!"

Excited, Sally arched her back while her lover brought a long thin object up the side of Sally's thigh. It was big around as a broom handle and about two feet long. The round end of the baton seemed to vibrate. As it was brought up into the hairy pubic nest, Sally began to moan.

Biff didn't know what the fuck was going on until the baton was brought down to the open pink slit of Sally's cunt and then was pushed upwards into her cooze.

"Aaahhh!!" Sally gasped. The dildoe went in and out with a soft, sucking noise. "More, oh, please, more!"

Biff had seen dildoes in the porno shops in Hong Kong, but he had never seen one used until this moment. The artificial cock was kept steady while Sally lowered her cunt sleeve around the unyielding shaft.'

She hunched up and down, twisting her pelvis back and forth while making deep, animal sounds in her throat. The round little end was pressing into her clever cunt hole, pumping in and out now, moving like a knife through bread. Sally was ecstatic. She fell on the floor while the other girl rose between Sally's legs and drove the baton into her cunt. Her open thighs quivered with lust. Sally screamed. She was obviously having the time of her life.

"Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned, riding the giant cock that sparked life into her womb. "Oooohhh!"

Biff came out of his seat, swinging his. arm across his body, his cock rising out obscenely from the vent in his pants. He watched the end of the baton being fed through Sally's slippery cunt lips and nearly orgasmed right there.