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 him. 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 balled 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.
"You mean it?" Biff said.
"Be my guest," Duke answered.
Biff moved toward her, feeling his cock tug free of Bridget's mouth and then he turned back.
"Come with me, Bridget," he said, winking.
Sally lay on her back, teasing the billowing thatch of pubic hair with her fingers. She writhed her slim hips against the floor and her eyes looked up.
Bridget was at his side, reaching for his cock. Her cunt was steaming and her thighs fluttered like the wings of a butterfly. She had never found a man that could be hard so many times and it thrilled her. She wanted to suck and make love to his cock. It made her hot. She wanted to be fucked by his cock!
Biff got down on all fours. His heart was pounding so hard he thought he might faint.
"Get underneath me," he told Bridget. "Lie down on your belly."
The comely blonde slithered between his thighs, positioning her finely curved buttocks so her slit was directly below his mouth.
"Now you, Sally," he instructed, reaching for the baton. His fingers closed around the rod, gripping it tightly. The dildo was surprisingly light except for the handle which was filled, he guessed with batteries. He noticed a small switch on the handle end which he flicked on. Then he pressed the head against Bridget's buttock.
"Yeow!" she shouted. "What are you doing!"
He stared down at the strange device and wondered how Sally had been able to hold up under the dildo. It was two feet of hard metal capped off by electric-shock-producing ends. Fantastic!
He wiggled his ass in Sally's face and ordered her to slither underneath his thigh and grab the glistening end of his cock with her teeth. There was no rhyme or reason to his actions. He didn't think things out. He just acted on impulse. And right then he wanted the tender young lips of Sally's fourteen-year-old mouth hugging on his shaft while he fucked Bridget's asshole with the dildo.
"Are you going to…" Bridget said.
He answered by driving the bullet-shaped cock head between her butt cheeks. The end was already slippery wet from Sally's cunt juices. It slid nicely between her cheeks and through her tender sphincter.
"Aaaahhhh!"
For an instant, he wondered if he had gone too far. But Sally's wonderful, wet lips surrounding his throbbing cock drove him on. She was a fantastic stimulus. Her lips stroked down his cock like the softest pussy in the world. She sucked and Biff Anderson thought he was being turned inside out.
Again he drove the dildo into Bridget's crack. The artificial cock went in, stuck for an instant, then went further. He felt her wonderful asshole opening up under the cock he fed through the tight ring of muscles and into her rectum. Her buttocks swished back and forth, trying to accommodate the alien device.
"It hurts!" Bridget cried. And it did. It hurt like hell. But though her butt burned painfully, her insides kindled with passionate warmth. She found that humping up and down helped. She wanted to feel his cock, his real cock. But he was the master and she was happy to do whatever pleased him.
"Fuck, baby!" he ordered, driving the dildo in and out of her butt. He watched her hunching up and down, her channel sucking on the dildo while Sally's mouth suctioned his dick. It was tremendous! He worked the dildo into her crack like a knife into bread and then he started to move.
"Crawl, cunt!" he ordered.
Bridget's asshole was being lifted up and pushed forward. She started to crawl like a lizard across the wood planking, dragging her excited breasts and cunt across the smooth surface. The movement stimulated her. Her clitoris touched down as she rubbed her mound. Electric shocks sputtered through her belly. Biff kept his hand on the dildoe. Slowly, they moved on the floor like a miniature train. Sally was licking him wildly while he manipulated Bridget.
"Man, this guy is something else," said Duke.
And Biff was something else. Sally was stroking her mouth down to the end of his cock and then kissing the end. "Hmmmm!" she groaned, pleasing him by stroking his swollen balls with her dainty fingers.
His cock responded by thrusting up and down her raspy tongue, driving into her mouth like it was a cunt. It felt wet and soppy and her throat did wonderful, startling things to his throbbing dick.
And he felt a sense of power grabbing the artificial cock and ramming Bridget's fast-opening asshole. He watched her squirming all over the floor, writhing like a speared woodchuck, her cunt smell filling the room. Half reluctantly, he put his hand on the metal baton. He was thinking of how awful it was to send electricity charging into such a ripe, willing hole – especially when he had a girl on the end of his cock sucking and licking. He wanted to fuck Bridget's asshole all night. But he couldn't.
His own swollen cock wouldn't let him. It was bloated out and it ached like an injured tooth. He wanted to come in Sally's expert mouth. And he didn't want to have his orgasm without first giving Bridget one. She had been a good girl, rutting her sex across the floor like a base, depraved little animal. Now she was going to get hers. And man, would she go through the roof when it happened!
He flicked the switch.
She jackknifed straight up in the air, her voluptuous body popping off the floor as if pulled by invisible strings.
Her asshole clenched the vibrating sex wand. Her lips split open, pulled back in a fiendish grimace of pleasure and rippling pin. She arched against the prod rammed up her butt. He jerk-fucked her hole. And she sputtered because she was coming against the wand. He could do nothing but watch her writhe and twist against him. He saw her tits for a fleeting moment and they stood out straight like footballs.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!" she shrieked.
Sally's huge mouth took him inside her throat and ran up and down his swollen manhood. His balls leaped a foot against her dribbling chin and her wonderful hands cupped his balls making him even more excited.
"Ahhhhhh!" he gasped.
He wiggled his butt. He had a vision. Through a liquid haze came the nude body of his daughter. He recognized the wild gleam in her eye and there was no mistaking the erotic movement of her hips or the soft bouncing of her pendulous breasts. What a piece of ass! His own daughter!
Suddenly the vision disappeared and he was left with Sally sucking his joy stick. He jutted his ass down on her face and screamed, "Lick my asshole, cunt! Right now!"
He felt her mouth leave him. At the same instant, Bridget's butt went soft and he ran the fuck stick in and out of her weeping hole. Her anus puckered around the dildo as he drew her up from the floor and then forced her down with a driving movement of his hand.
"Ohhhhh!" gasped Sally. She looked up his thigh and pressed her mouth against the soft skin of his buttocks. She reached out with the wet end of her tongue through the dark valley of his rear until she found the pink button of flesh. Then she licked up and down, wetting him with her juices. A shudder of pleasure wiggled down her tongue and through her body before exiting the walls of her cunt. The thrill of licking her master was fantastic. He lurched against her tongue and groaned.
"Lick, baby," he shouted.
He swelled up, his asshole on fire from her tongue, and then turned his passion loose on Bridget. He reamed the helpless girl's asshole until she was screaming and pounding the floor with her hands.
She felt like a little girl being spanked. Her hands and legs were flailing about while the white hot pole drilled her butt. "Ohhhhh!" Bridget shouted as her cunt squeezed tight as a clamshell. "Ohhhhhh, it hurts!"
She felt herself turning inside out. Her little hole was spewing flames and smoke, she was so hot. She felt like a volcano erupting, molten lava pouring out of her in a frenzied burst of activity. Her asshole went tight again and a scream burst from her lips as she fell to the floor, writhing with her second orgasm.
Biff watched her molten body turn to paste. It was fantastic. The baton gave him a feeling of power. It was almost as wonderful as Sally's mouth licking his asshole.
Too good in fact. This cunt is driving me crazy, he thought. Biff rammed the dildo into Bridget's squirming butt. It made a squishing noise as the long slender shaft split her cheeks and sped half way into her belly. The electricity was zinging pleasure up her backside and the long moaning sounds coming from Bridget's throat made him hot.
It also made his balls ache in the worst way. He flung his leg around, pulling Sally's lips away from his asshole and pointed his cock at her face. That's when his bullet-shaped penis spurted a long stream of sperm against her quavering lips. It splashed everywhere, making Sally gasp.
It made Biff gasp too! He never felt better in his life.