Bart swallowed the friend’s sizable load. The friend held Bart’s head in place until the last drop of sperm bubbled out of his cock. The surfer caught his breath and pulled his slimy cock from Bart’s stretched hole.
Bart slumped down, resting his head on the floor of the bathroom. The surfer stepped up to the sink and washed his cock clean. The friend stepped to the urinal and took a long, satisfying piss.
“Hey, we finished with surfer boy here?” the friend asked, shaking the last drops of piss from his cock.
“Fuck, I’m not,” the surfer said. “I want to see how sweet his lips are.”
“They are some sweet. Said his ass is nice and tight?” the friend agreed, kneeling behind the still slumped Bart.
“God yes. Tight?” the surfer said, gently lifting Bart’s head from the floor.
He smiled into Bart’s glazed eyes. The friend nodded with satisfaction as he watched the surfer’s semen bubbling up and oozing from Bart’s stretched hole.
The friend’s cock was slightly thicker than the surfer’s cock. The flared glans of his mushroom shaped head rasped and dragged along Bart’s semen coated rectal walls. Bart barely put up any whimper at all as the friend thrust his cock into the pudgy young man’s ass.
The surfer groaned happily as Bart wrapped his lips around the plum shaped head of his cock. Bart’s fist pumped the shaft of the Surfer’s dick as his tongue lapped all around the surfer’s cock.
As both the surfer and the friend had already blown large loads of jizz, they were able to fuck Bart’s throat and ass for several long strokes. Bart screamed again as he flooded his swimsuit with semen. A moment later, the friend’s thrusts became erratic. The surfer slapped his hand to the back of Bart’s head and held his cock deep in Bart’s throat. Bart struggled mightily; he was beginning to suffocate.
Just as Bart was slipping into unconsciousness, the surfer released his hold on Bart’s head. The last spurts of his semen splattered onto Bart’s double chin.
“God, that, that was good,” the friend said, giving Bart’s right buttock a very stinging slap.
“Yeah, yeah it was,” the surfer agreed.
“Break’s over,” the surfer said, pulling his swim trunks up.
“Yeah, break’s over,” the friend said, pulling his own swim trunks up his muscled legs.
Bart slowly pulled himself onto his feet. Looking around, he saw that the surfer and the friend had left him in the bathroom. Not knowing what else to do, he pulled his swimsuit up, blushing as his erection tented the skimpy garment.
Waddling from the bathroom, he paid the bartender for the nachos and turned to leave. He blushed hotly, hoping no one noticed the wet front of his swimsuit or the obvious erection tenting the ill-fitting swimsuit.
“Hey, you, you’re a what? Double X?” the bartender called out.
“I uh yeah, well, I mean, it depends on how they’re made,” Bart agreed.
“Here; they run just a little big,” the bartender said, tossing a loosely folded tee shirt to Bart.
Gratefully, Bart hurried to pull the garment on over his large belly and tented swimsuit. With a nod, he left Catching Waves.
Arriving on the beach, Bart saw the friend teaching a young blonde how to stand on the suspended surfboard. The flat-chested girl giggled and cooed, displaying a mouthful of shiny braces. Just two feet away, the girl’s boyfriend glowered at the friend, daring him to get too ‘handsy’ with his girlfriend.
About twenty minutes after the bartender had watched a shamefaced fat little tourist waddle from Catching Waves, a pasty white, bloated looking woman entered the bar. She wore a floral patterned bikini that displayed two large breasts, a slightly distended belly and chubby legs. The bikini bottom was a full cut; the type of bikini designed for larger women. She had shoulder length dishwater blonde hair cut in a flattering style that framed a pleasant looking face.
“Hey, I’m looking for my husband,” Hannah Jensen said, nasally voice causing the bartender to wince slightly.
“Okay,” the bartender said, indicating the sparse crowd with a wave of his hand. “Look around. See him anywhere?”
“Might have seen him?” Hannah suggested. “Kind of looks like Humpty Dumpty?”
The bartender fought hard against the smirk; obviously this woman had not looked into the smoked glass mirror over the bar. Again, he gave a wave of his hand, indicating the people in attendance.
“Well, shoot,” Hannah said. “Hey, it all right if I wait; it’s good and air conditioned in here? He might show up.”
“Hey, fine by me,” the bartender shrugged.
“Hey, buy you a beer?” Tank said, putting his arm around Hanna’s flabby midsection.
“Go away, Tank,” Shorty said, towering over Hannah by almost two feet. “She said I can buy her a beer.”
The bartender smirked; either Tank or Shorty had just given this short dishwater blonde’s very ample backside a good squeeze. Her flat brown eyes were wide with disbelief.
“Ma’am?” the bartender asked.
“What?” Hannah squeaked.
“You okay with Tank or Shorty buying you a beer?” the bartender asked, hand on the tap of Gratchley’s Beer.
“I uh, yeah, yeah,” she squeaked, nodding her head erratically.
Shorty dropped his ten dollar bill onto the bar a microsecond before Tank’s bill hit the tiled surface of the counter. Shrugging good-naturedly, Tank offered to buy some nachos for them.
“Not them meatless nachos; only girls eat that crap,” Shorty smiled.
“Uh? I’m a girl?” Hannah giggled, taking a long draw on her beer.
“No. You’re a woman,” Shorty husked into her right ear, hand on her beefy thigh.
“Yeah, all woman,” Tank agreed, giving her left buttock a firm squeeze.
“Now, you, you shouldn’t do that,” Hannah chided Tank. “After all, I, I’m a married woman.”
“Yeah?” Tank asked, not removing his hand.
“Yeah. In fact, we, we’re here on our honeymoon,” Hannah declared, showing them the chintzy little diamond ring and plain thin gold band.
“Well, congratulations,” the bartender said, putting a second beer in front of her. “On the house.”
“Yeah, congratulations,” Tank agreed.
“Lucky man,” Shorty said, hand rubbing up and down her wide back.
“Hey, I got to, um, where, where’s the ladies room?” Hannah asked about three beers and a plate of nachos and a plate of chicken wings later.
“Last door on the left,” The bartender smiled, pointing to the hallway.
The three men watched her ample haunches shimmy and shake as she waddled down the hall. The bartender waved the waitress over and she pouted; she was flirting with three cute college boys and their cash was good and readily accessible.
“As pretty as you are? They’ll wait the ten or fifteen minutes this’ll take,” the bartender assured the pouting young waitress.
“They better,” she said, making sure to thrust her large silicone enhanced breasts toward the three hopeful suitors.
Tank, Shorty and the bartender silently entered the ladies room. Hannah stopped short as she saw them. She paused, half in and half out of the large, handicapped stall.
“I uh, what, what are you guys doing?” she squeaked.
“We missed you,” Shorty smirked.
“Yeah, we missed you,” Tank agreed, cupping one of her large breasts in a meaty paw.
“And we were afraid you might get lonely,” the bartender said, unbuckling his belt.
“I, uh, I, I’m a married woman,” Hannah reminded them as Tank deftly unhooked her modest bikini top.
“Good God, God damned but them are some nice tits,” Shorty groaned as Hannah’s fat breasts bobbed free.
Each pale white mound was capped with a large rust red areole roughly the size of a silver dollar. Each nipple was a fat nub, crinkled hard and sticking out.
“Oh!” Hannah squeaked as the three men crowded into the large bathroom stall.
“Think those are nice?” Tank asked, easing her bikini bottom down over her very thick thighs. “Damn but you got to see this girl’s ass.”
“”Bet all of her is perfect,” the bartender agreed, slipping the latch of the stall’s door.
“I uh, I…” Hannah stammered as she tried to think.
“Oh, now that is one sweet pussy,” the bartender said, looking at Hannah’s freshly waxed pubic mound.
“Yes ma’am! Yes ma’am!” Shorty agreed, sliding out of his trousers.
“Oh!” Hannah squeaked as the bartender reached out and cupped her swinging breasts in his strong hands.
“Mm hmm,” the bartender said, sucking one of her fat nipples into his mouth.
“Oh!” Hannah moaned, then gasped as Tank’s thick finger speared her drooling pussy.
“Same as before,” Tank said and Shorty nodded his agreement.
“Mm hmm,” the bartender mumbled his agreement as he sucked on Hannah’s other nipple.
Shorty lay down on the floor, his fat cock staring up at the ceiling.
“I, hey, hey guys, I…” Hannah weakly argued as Tank maneuvered her to straddle Shorty’s narrow hips.
The bartender released her nipple from his mouth but continued to fondle her breasts as Tank eased her to straddle Shorty. She grunted in surprise as Shorty’s fat cock pushed up into her tight pussy.
“Mm! Mmph!” Hannah grunted then squealed as the bartender pushed his fat cock into her mouth.
She shivered in pleasure as Shorty’s cock pushed deep into her wet pussy. She slurped noisily on the bartender’s cock, enjoying the taste of his flesh and of his slightly bitter essences.
“Mm! Mmph! Mmng! Mmng!” Hannah cried out in alarm as she felt Tank’s thick fingers spearing her unsuspecting anus.
The bartender held her head in place, his hand on the back of her head. He ignored the startled expression on her face as he slowly fucked her face with short measured strokes.
“MMNG!” Hannah screamed, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth.
“Aw, aw yeah, aw yeah,” Tank enthused as he now had his thick cock notched in her anus, just past her straining sphincter.
“Tight?” The bartender asked, again slowly mouth fucking Hannah.
“God yes,” Tank groaned, pushing a millimeter into Hannah’s struggling rectum.
“Pussy, pussy’s sweet,” Shorty panted to no one in particular.
“Yeah?” The bartender asked as he could feel his climax approaching.
Hannah groaned, then started sucking the man’s cock in earnest. Waves of white hot pain radiated from her stretched, protesting anus outward. But for each ripple of pain, there was a curious warmth beginning to well up in her guts as Tank slowly fed his cock into her bowels. Then, with a muffled shriek, Hannah shook violently in orgasm.
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