Getting more than she bargained for

Emma was still feeling the aching need between her legs as she hopped in the car. She had a few hours to kill until Robyn's shoot was over. Why not just go for a long drive. Maybe she could find something interesting up the coast? She headed out of town, and drove for a few miles before she saw a rather nice sized crowded beach stand. Most of the customers there looked like males. Maybe she could get lucky, and find one with a very big dick that could really satisfy her.

She pulled off the main road into the makeshift parking lot other cars had parked in. She got out, and headed for the stand. The name of the beach stand was The Coco Bongo. Since the name had a nice ring to it, she was certain she was going to get lucky with some stud, somewhere in a beach dune. There was a nice sized grove of palm trees off to the right of the stand. Maybe that would be a good place to get laid and relaid?

As she drew closer to the bar, every male eye began to notice her. But who wouldn't notice such a young beauty, dressed in a half top and sarong with a bikini underneath? They'd almost have to be blind. There were lots of women there also, but they were mostly out tanning on the beach, or going for a swim. Very few were at the bar. She just knew she wanted to be fucked, and it didn't matter if it was someone's boyfriend or not. She'd probably never see them again any way.

As she closed in on the bar, a handsome, strapping young man stopped her. He was tall, well built with sandy brown hair and eyes of deep blue. "Welcome to The Coco Bongo, where all of your dreams can come true," he said with a bright smile.

"Now that's interesting," she retorted. "I just happen to be dreaming of something. Would you like to help me with it?"

"Well now, that depends," he smiled. "There are some rules you must abide by."

"Oh?" she said in mock shock. "And what are those rules?"

"Rule number one, no birth control," he began. "Rule number two, you must pay a fee to join our exclusive club."

"Oh?" she said again in mock shock. "And what makes your club so exclusive?"

"Well, you see all those women out there getting a nice tan, or swimming about? They're all members of the club. And the club is exclusively for risk takers, which is why we ask you not to use birth control. Do you use birth control?"

She began to notice the bulge in his pants. It was a rather big one. She licked her lips lustily. Then she put a hand on his bulge. "Yes, I prefer using condoms. But am i on birth control? No, there have been too many problems with it. I mean, who wants to die of blood clots, right? Certainly not me."

"No type of birth control is allowed to be used by club members. Do you have condoms on you right now?"

She thought about this for a while. "Back at the car, but none with me. But let me ask, why do you risk getting girls pregnant?"

"Have you ever had risky sex before?"

Emma thought back to all the sexual escapades she could remember. "No. Never."

"Then you're missing out on something very special," he tried to assure her. "Nothing can get you off like unprotected sex can. The risk, the thrill of not knowing if you'll end up pregnant every time you have sex will give you the biggest orgasms you'll ever have. I guarantee it."

"I'm not so sure about this," she cautiously remarked.

The sandy haired man grabbed her, and took her into his arms, and kissed her. It was one of the best kisses she had ever had in her entire life. She stood there for a while, taking it all in as their lips parted, all starry eyed. "Wow! Now that was some way to recruit a new member!"

"So, does that mean you'll join us?"