James Barton - The family gets it on

Tom entered the public restroom and found the cool darkness refreshing after the bright sunlight of the beach. The faint odor of piss was mixed with the salty scent of the ocean, but he found it not unpleasant as he stared toward the row of stall toilets with their hinged doors and wooden partitions. He bent slightly and searched for some other occupant, and he was slightly disappointed when he saw all the stalls were empty. Walking to the center stall, he pushed open the door hesitantly and looked inside, then over his shoulder as he entered. Well, it was still early, he decided, and closed the door and locked it. He pulled his trunks down as he sat on the cold toilet and lit a cigarette. He glanced from wall to wall, and on his left, he noticed the hole someone had carved there long ago. Above it was printed in rough letters: SHOW IT HARD TO GET IT SUCK. He chilled slightly and peeked through the hole to the empty stall, then turned his attention to the obscene scribbling on the walls of the toilet.

Tom was reading and stroking his hardening prick as he heard someone enter the restroom and his heart beat faster. He listened as someone coughed, then entered the stall on his left. Hiding his prick between his legs he leaned forward and smoked as he heard the toilet next to him flush, then someone coughed again as they sat down.

Finally, Tom sat back and chanced a glance through the hole. He saw a pair of hairy legs, and poking up from a thick growth of pubic hair was a short thick cock. As he watched, the man in the adjoining stall began to play with himself, and Tom felt his own cock growing. He leaned back and took his prick in his hand and began to stroke it in time with his neighbor. Then, Tom saw the eye at the hole, then the mouth, and a thrill of excitement went through him as he stood slowly and shoved his prick into the hot, wet mouth on the other side of the partition. He heard the man groan slightly as he swallowed the entire length of Tom's prick and sucked voraciously.

Pressed against the plywood barrier that separated them, Tom hunched into the sucking mouth, and his eyes locked onto a message written in a neat, printed hand: IF YOU WANT TO WATCH YOUR WIFE GET FUCKED WITH 14" OF BLACK PRICK – CALL GREG. There was a number Tom recognized to be a local Beach Bay phone number. Below, was written: RATES ON REQUEST.

He wondered if that "Greg" was his neighbor Greg, and as he felt himself rising toward a climax, Tom closed his eyes and visualized his wife, Linda, lying beneath that huge black body with its pistoning prick in her cunt. He let go and felt himself sucked as the vision dissolved and he pulled back to the protestations of the man next door. His prick flopped limply to his thigh and quickly, Tom pulled up his trunks and left the restroom as the head of a chubby prick poked itself through the hole where his had just been. He heard the man swear lightly as he left the dank darkness of the place and entered the sunlight of the beach.

He heaved a sigh and wondered idly what pleasure one man could possibly get from servicing another, as had just been done to him. And he thought again of the message at eye level in the restroom. Fourteen inches? Jesus! he thought, and lit another cigarette. He found a bench along the south wall of the building and sat there in the shade. He glanced to his right and saw the entrance to the women's restroom and he wondered idly if things of a homosexual nature went on in there as well.

He had only been sitting there for a few minutes when he heard two girls giggle and come from the restroom. "She is too much!" one said, and the other replied, "The greatest!" Then they saw Tom sitting there smoking and blushed as they turned their backs on him and ran down the beach. He wondered who they were talking about, and as he did, he saw a lithe redhead walking up the beach toward the toilets. He averted his eyes as she paused in her approach, then she stepped out and walked directly into the restroom.

Tom followed her curiously with his eyes and wondered what kind of illicit sex went on inside the gray walls of the women's restroom. His curiosity would not abate, and as he flipped the cigarette butt away, he stood and looked around; the beach was fairly deserted here at the far end, and there was no one around close enough to distinguish their faces. He swallowed thickly, looked about again, and walked quickly into the women's side.

It was dark – much darker than its male counterpart next door. He stood for a moment in the darkness, then, as he heard a loud groan, he turned his attention to the double row of stall toilets in the center of the room. He glanced to the high windows and realized why the place was so dark – the windows had been painted over, blocking any light from the sun – and the light fixtures overhead were not operating.

He walked softly to the toilets and peeked beneath the doors. In the third from the end on the back side, he saw a pair of feet, spread wide inside one of the booths, and he heard the groan again. He swallowed back his apprehension as he saw a second pair of feet in the same stall, and he opened the door of the neighboring toilet and slipped inside. There, it was truly dark, and he took a seat and listened, his ear against the partition.

"Oh… yessss… suck my cunny… suck me off…" he heard a girl saying. "Oh, God… that's so good when you use your tongue like that!"

Tom felt his cock rising, and he pictured one girl sucking another in the adjacent booth. Then, his heart skipped a beat as he heard someone else enter the restroom and the door beside his opened then closed. He glanced to his right and saw a bare foot in the open space between the partition and the floor. The foot entered his stall and he realized that the girl was looking for some sign. He reached down with nervous fingers and touched the girl's bare ankle, then ran to her full calf as he heard her say something. The leg pulled away and Tom saw a pair of well-developed thighs appear in the open space as the girl knelt and displayed her bare cunt. He reached forward and stroked that cunt as the girl in the next booth grabbed hold of his hand and hunched against his fingers. Then he heard her more clearly as she whispered through the partition, "Can I come over? Will… will you do me if I come over?"

Tom felt a rush of panic – if the girl entered his booth expecting another woman and found a man… but he realized that it would be difficult to tell as dark as it was. He leaned forward and whispered back, "Yes…"

Then Tom sat up, buttoned his beach robe to the collar and took the towel from about his neck and draped it over his head as he heard the girl leave the booth next to his. He slipped the bolt and sat back as the girl entered. He could not distinguish her age or her features in the dim light, but he was fully aware of the wide flare of her hips as she opened her own robe to display a dark clump of pubic bush and well-developed hips.

"Oh… Momma… Suck me off…" the girl told him, and moved forward as Tom reached out nervously and slid his hands up the back of her legs. He nuzzled her belly and licked his way to her cunt as she spread her legs, and he thought again of the pretty redhead he had seen enter earlier and who was moaning and groaning in the next stall.

"Ummmn…" the girl said as he spread the lips of her cunt and licked. "I was afraid I was gonna have to wait in line – you're new here, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh…" he muttered as he sucked her cunt.

"Oh, Momma… you're better than Bobbie and she's the greatest!" the girl told him as he licked up and down her cunt and she hunched her hips to him.

In the next stall he heard the red-haired girl reach a shuddering climax and he listened as the woman there told the girl, "Send all of your friends in, honey, and Bobbie will give them some head, too."