Unknown - Surfer Girl

"What are you thinking?" Bridget asked breathlessly.

"What am I thinking," he shouted overcome by Sally's little fucking act. "I want to fuck. I want to fuck her cunt… fuck her asshole!"

He shouted out, insanely jealous of the artificial cock. Why couldn't he be reaming Sally's cunt? Just then she moaned and a strange vibrating sensation shot through his crotch. Bridget was standing up, cuddling up close to him. She tugged gently on his cock and he went down to the floor with her.

When he landed, she had a surprise for him. He fell softly into her crotch. Which was all hot and moist. She bent over and grabbed his, cock with both hands and played with it. She rolled it between her hands and felt the head spinning in her pubic mound. Then she humped against him, drawing his cock into her wetting mound.

"Yaaaa!" he yelled. Urgently, he yanked her sweltering thighs apart and fed dick furiously into her cunt. Who was this crazy surfer cunt? He didn't know and didn't care. He fell on top of her straining mound, forcing his giant cock into the constricted sleeve of her cunt.

She screamed. Her hips rolled upwards, straining.

He knew it hurt. His giant cock always hurt girls when he forced himself into their fragile wombs. It hurt until their cunny walls opened under him and then it was all right. He pushed her knees back against her belly in one swift movement. Her cunt flexed opened. And in he went.

Bridget rolled one way and then the next. He made grunting noises while fucking her slit. He reached down underneath and grabbed her ass cheeks to steady her cunt while he drove his cock home.

Bridget screamed once more. The huge cock ripped through her belly. He was huge; bigger than any man in the past. She strained her quim riding his dick, straddling him with her thighs. The girls were watching, they had to be. And boy, were they jealous! This guy was all man! He was built like a horse! A donkey!

And he was ripping through her cunt hole like a freight train and she couldn't do anything except roll back and let him surge.

Bridget was so full she wanted to cry!

His cock drove in hard. His fingers crept up her butt and pulled her loins down on his steel-hard cock.

"Ooooooh… ahhhhhh!" she cried. Her cunt squeezed and electric sparks ran through her body and her insides turned to water and flushed out through the flapping folds of her cunt.

Her cunt was on fire. Her guts were all hot and liquid and she couldn't stop, didn't want to stop.

And neither did Biff. For his cock exploded inside her cunt sleeve just as her flesh collapsed all around him and his good, hot sperm was shooting into her in one continuous stream.

No, he didn't want to stop.

Not when there were all these other hungry cunts wanting his cock.

He never wanted to stop!

When Biff finally pulled himself up from Bridget's exhausted body, his cock was soft and drippy as an ice-cream bar on a hot summer's day. The familiar smell of sex hung like a cloud of incense smoke. Quickly, he stripped off all his clothes and lay back on the covered mattress in the corner that served as a sofa. Bridget followed him, walking on all fours like a donkey.

"Come here, baby," he said, extending an arm. He noticed how her ripe melon-sized breasts hung down from her chest, swaying from side to side as she walked. Her hips swayed to the same tempo. Biff was reminded of the young prostitute in Egypt that he had found in the Hilton Hotel. She was only twelve years old and yet she had the voluptuousness of a belly dancer. He remembered fondly how soft and inviting her young pussy was. How his cock had slid into her quim like a knife through butter. She cooed in that strange Arabic language which was impossible to speak. He had started on her mouth and worked down to her sweltering cunt and finally in a burst of passion inched back between her butt cheeks and fucked her asshole. And all she did was groan and wiggle against hint It took all night to fuck her right and when he finally finished the next morning his body felt limp as linguini. And she had only cost five American dollars. Amazing!

Biff rolled, woke up from his pleasant daydream and looked down at the writhing young flesh that surrounded his limp cock. Bridget was licking his sperm-coated-dick and playing with his balls. Her ass cheeks moved back and forth against the mattress. Passion overwhelmed him. Bridget was every bit as developed as the Egyptian girl and her bronzed skin and blonde hair really turned him on. He looked down at the clumps of quivering flesh and realized that ass fucking Bridget would be every bit as sexy and rewarding as the Egyptian trollop. Perhaps more so!

Quietly, he curled around so his fingers could work her backside. Bridget was warm against him. She stirred pleasantly as he reached through the dark slit of her legs and rubbed her wet pussy mound.

She likes it, he thought, stroking her hot twat. There is nothing these teenagers won't do these days. He wondered if Janet was the same and then guilt suffused his mind. What if some man like himself was right now stretched between his only daughter's thighs, fucking her cunt?

What a terrible thought! Naked, he shivered slightly in the cool, heavily scented air. His penis went hard for an instant then dropped down against Bridget's lapping tongue. He didn't want to think about Janet, at least not right now.

Charlie had his clothes off and lay back against the wall. Darlene was glued to his penis, her face disappearing in the thick, bushy rug of hair sticking up from his crotch.

"Hey, this is fantastic," Biff said. Twisting against her mouth, his cock mushroomed inside Bridget's wetness. He wondered how he could still get hard after such hard fucking. It was his third erection in less than an hour. At this rate, he would barely be able to stand up when he got home.

"The girls treat you right?" Charlie asked.

"Don't worry," said a strange voice.

Biff whirled. He wondered if the voice was imaginary. Then he saw the tall, thin figure of a man standing in the cabin. He had appeared silently, like a thief. Biff bailed his fists, ready to move on the intruder.

"Who the fuck are you?" Biff demanded.

His voice was tense, sounding of trouble. He pulled Bridget's sucking mouth from his half limber cock. Fuck, caught bare-ass, he thought. He imagined making a getaway, running through the streets of San Diego without any clothes. What would he tell his wife? She thought he was at a business meeting! His ass would be in a sling.

"Hey, easy, old boy," Charlie said. He turned to the stranger and said, "How are you doing, Duke?"

Biff started. He couldn't help it. He was shocked that Charlie knew this kid and that he had been ready to stomp the kid's face into the floor.

"Duke?" said Biff.

"Yeah," answered the kid. "As in John Wayne, ya know? He's my hero." He turned and looked at the girls lying around. "Having a good time?"

"Fantastic!" Biff answered. The girls belonged to Duke. And Biff was surprised. Here was Bridget sprawled naked on her belly, sucking on his cock like it was a garden hose and really she belonged to this kid named Duke.

"A good show," said Charlie. "Those two dykes really got me hard."

Then Biff chuckled because Sally and her friend had made him equally excited. That two foot baton must have hurt Sally's cunt hole. Or so he thought until she started humping up and down against the resilient shaft, turning herself inside out over that fuck stick.

"If they turn you on," said Duke, "why don't you fuck one?"

Then suddenly Biff felt a stirring and his cock flickered between Bridget's lips. He looked across at Sally's lean body, lying on the floor. Her black hair was spread like a pillow behind her head. Her skin was an iridescent white against the dimly lit background.