Shanty Point

“You wanna see something funny? Watch,” Bridget teased, turning her car down a short gravel road.

They’d driven across Honey Hollow, with the blonde driver pointing out various locations and telling brief tales about her life related to those spots. Some were funny, others romantic, and a few a little sad. River listened intently, enjoying a much different tour than Sela gave when they entered the town or drove past an area connected to her family.

As they drove forward through a grove of trees and overgrown brush, the out-of-town visitor realized they were near the lake's edge. A small strip of land jutted out from the main coastline across a stretch of water from an old lighthouse. Beyond the solitary structure, River could make the outermost part of the harbor.

Multiple cars were parked at angles along the gravel road, with the highest concentration nearest the lake. Bridget stopped behind the first vehicle, honking the horn twice in moderately-lengthed bursts. She also fiddled with the light switch, flashing her brights a single time. Putting the car in motion, she drove to the farthest open space they could see.

Once parked, the temporary tour guide held up a finger.

"Wait."

Within a minute, one car started up. Then, a second. Both hurriedly backed up and turned around before speeding off. Bridget waited another minute before sighing in disappointment.

“What’s wrong?” the brown-haired surfer asked.

“Only two. I hoped for double,” Bridget admitted, more to herself than to him. Suddenly, she snapped out her funk to brightly announce, “Welcome to Shanty Point. Honey Hollow’s most popular makeout spot, dating back at least fifty years.”

“Oh, okay,” River sounded. He sort of figured as much when he saw the row of cars, but confusion from Bridget’s actions still lingered. She quickly explained.

“Usually, I borrow my mom’s car, but they went out with the Days tonight. So, my dad told me to use his car. He’s a private detective, remember? You just witnessed a couple of people freaking out when they saw Seamus Fallon’s car roll on up while they were cheating on their spouses. Or I assume as much since they immediately got the hell out of here,” Bridget explained, laughing.

“You’ve done this before?”

“A few times. Our record is five cars leaving,” Bridget revealed. ”We started a couple of years back when I got my license. It was Tin’s idea.”

“I can’t believe somebody cheating would take a risk in such a known public place,” River stated, looking over his shoulder as he counted roughly eighteen cars. “Don’t cheaters use cheap motels?”

“Plenty do. Dad knows all the best hiding spots near them. But I think the risk of getting caught is part of the thrill. Still, I once spotted a teacher’s car squeal out of here. I wondered who was inside with him since he’s not married,” Bridget recounted.

“Wow. That’s even more of a risk if he was with a student. Do you often recognize vehicles here?”

“Oh, sure. Brock Beal’s truck is over at the end. Grant Harlow is two cars over. For his sake, he better have Didi with him. They aren’t dating but are in a friends-with-benefits thing. She’s best friends with his sister, who I hate. Hoyt Magruder and Rick Trask are regulars here, usually with a rotation of new girls. Hmmm, that’s interesting,” Bridget mused, leaning over to study an old station wagon. “That’s the Waterhouse cook’s car. Aston thinks he’s sneaky and keeping a low profile, but he definitely borrowed the help’s car.”

“Do you know the Waterhouses well?” River inquired, recognizing the family name.

“Nope.”

“But you know what their cook’s car looks like,” the brown-haired college student pointed out.

“What can I say? My dad’s a detective. You just pick things up over the years,” Bridget replied with a shrug. “Okay, let’s get in the back. We can talk back there. It’s roomier.”

After getting out of the car, they adjusted the front seats, pushing them as far as they could go while tossing the headrests forward before settling into their back seats. Intense gazes immediately connected as the two highly attractive teenagers wasted no time.

Cupping Bridget’s cheek, River leaned to kiss her, laying a soft, gentle peck on her welcoming lips. Pulling back, he shared a sweet, shy smile with the fabulously sexy cheerleader he’d only met fully this morning. Never a wallflower, Bridget surged forward. Her right hand went behind River’s neck to pull his toward hers, which allowed their lips to meet again with a greater sense of urgency. With lips mashed together, they kissed deeply and passionately. Tongues danced, swirling and thrusting into each other’s mouths.

Coming up for air, Bridget took advantage of the break in action to rise to her knees on the seat. Half-crouching over River, she pushed him backward, leaving his head against the side window. With heated eagerness, Bridget attacked him with her tongue and mouth. They made out hot and heavy as her body lay on top of him.

Moving to the side, the cheer captain provided a preview of her skills by sucking long and hard on his earlobe. Then, dropping down, she turned into a vampire while gnawing at his neck. Let’s see what Sela thinks about a hickey on her cousin’s neck.

The agile blonde also demonstrated her multi-tasking skills by lowering a hand down to cup the hard bulge between her date’s legs. River wasn’t a meek mouse, either. While Bridget explored his body, his fingers slid under her top before worming their way under the edge of the bra. It didn’t take long before a hard nipple pressed against those dancing fingertips.

Although they barely knew one another, Bridget and River found each other gorgeous and had all the right curves in the proper spots. Ardently, their lips reconnected, attacking like wild animals in their frenzy for more. Both were on the hunt and ready to devour.

Suddenly, Bridget pushed off River’s chest to break the ferocious connection. Without hesitation, her arms came up to fling her top off. River automatically licked his lips upon seeing her magnificent D-cups encased in a lacy, pale blue bra. However, Bridget’s hands yanked at the bottom of his shirt before he could get his hands on those glorious globes. River attempted to unbutton the shirt before discarding the idea after several buttons.

“Your abs. They're like a rock. You have no fat,” Bridget complimented, running a finger along his chest and torso.

"You're in awesome shape, too," River said, brushing the back of his hand along her toned stomach." "Your thighs are pretty tight. As are these."

Running his left hand along the nearest thigh, his right gently squeezed the large breast in front of him. The skin and lacy undergarment felt soft and smooth in his hands. Loving the physical attention and verbal compliments, Bridget put a hand behind his neck before running her fingers through the longish locks, which enhanced his surfer look. A moan escaped between his lips as her fingers felt fantastic running across his scalp.

Hearing that moan sparked the buxom blonde’s next move. Pulling her hand away, she leaned closer to River while wriggling her body. Bridget’s shorts suddenly flew over the seats and into the front. He barely had time to confirm a matching pair of panties before her swift, nimble fingers led to the sound of a zipper being unzipped. A gifted athlete, the cheerleader showed off her strength by practically yanking the seated guy’s shorts and underwear down his body. Fearing a rip, River hurriedly lifted his body to keep that from happening.

As soon as her date sat back down, Bridget wrapped her fingers around the impressive shaft. Long and lean, it wasn’t the thickest she’d seen or felt, but it bordered on the longest while still not fully hardened. Taking a loose hold, she moved her hand up and down, exploring the hardening shaft with her fingers and palm

"So hard," Bridget purred. “So warm."

Then, her grip grew tighter. Faster, more pronounced movements followed. Her face twisted in mild concentration as if this were old hat for her. Occasionally, her cute, pink tongue appeared in the corner of her mouth while she performed a twist to her grip. Not that River noticed her face as his gaze increasingly dropped down to watch how her large breasts jiggled in the bra’s confines as her hand tempo increased.

The friction felt fantastic until it started to sting. Picking up on that, Bridget pulled off her hand to sloppily lick her palm before re-wrapping it around the shaft. With minor lubrication in place, the blonde increased the sawing up and down.

Up and down, Bridget stroked with an occasional twist. Like a farmgirl pumping a hand crank for water, she drew the life-giving liquid closer to the surface with power and precision. However, she always sensed when to back off on her efforts to keep those swollen testicles from exploding their seed forward.

Pausing, Bridget leaned over, opened her mouth, and let a wad of split dangle out until it landed precisely on the cockhead. Using her hands, she spread the sloppy saliva around for increased lubrication. Steadily and softly, Bridget resumed the rhythmic handjob.

After one particularly hard twist, River moaned more loudly.

"Does that feel nice?" Bridget whispered, leaning in whisper seductively into his ear.

"Yeah, it does."

“I know something that will feel even better.”

The flexible cheerleader bent at the waist until her face was inches from the surfer’s swollen bulb. Looking up, she locked eyes with her spur-of-the-moment date. A playful wink ensued, followed by a tongue darting out. It flickered over the cock tip, then swirled around the base of the cockhead. With her hand, she then angled his cock up so she could better run her slurping tongue up and down its length.

The bewitching blonde bathed River's rod with her warmth as she continued with long, slow licks up and down his shaft. Her swirling tongue returned to tease around his sensitive head. However, the caramel-blonde cheerleader eventually got to work. Her mouth spiraled down his staff, enveloping it with her soft, moist lips before pulling back up, using enough suction to make a vacuum cleaner jealous.

"Fuck..." River shuddered from the overwhelming sensations. "That feels fucking amazing."

“No fucks on the first date, but I don’t give many fucks about doing everything else. Got it?”

“Gawd, yes!” River squealed after she’d dropped down to run her talented tongue along his cock slit.

Bridget giggled at the way his legs kicked out several times from the wonderful feeling. Those pleasurable, puffy lips descended once again over his shaft, taking in as much as they could, which for Bridget was a considerable amount. With a lustful determination, her mouth worked overtime on the stiff shaft. Not stopping, not taking time off, nor slacking with effort, she attacked him while never caring if anyone could see them from the other cars. And as slender streams of drool trickled out of the sides of her sloppy, saliva-filled blowjob, River began to thrust his hips upward, making sure that his date took every inch of his cock that she could. And Bridget took each fierce thrust and increased inch with ease.

As if on the clock, Bridget knew when the timer might strike. Pulling off, she waited until her waiting baby blues met his matching pair. Then, as if they were back at Scoops, Bridget began to hungrily devour his personal ice cream cone.

"Oh fuck, Bee," Rivers gasped, unintentionally calling her the nickname he’d overheard prior in the day. Bridget’s face beamed the best it could with her mouth full. "You're really...Oh!...good at…um…this!"

Bridget's head bobbed back and forth in a blur. Her blonde locks bounced and swang on her shoulders as the most obscene slurping noises emitted from their joining.

River noticed and appreciated how aggressively Bridget attacked. He’d received plenty of blowjobs from girls he grew up with and guests at the resort. As she drew out a particularly loud moan of pleasure from him, River mentally ranked Bridget near the top tier. He’d had better, but the cheerleader showed the potential to reach the heights of the highest level.

His train of thought vanished as Bridget took the entire length of River’s cock in her warm wet mouth. Tightening her soft, full lips around the base of the shaft, she gave one long, slow, massive pull with suction so strong that it actually **** the orgasm out of him.

"Ohhhh, fuuuUUCCK!!!" River bellowed, grabbing Bridget’s blonde locks with both hands and holding her in place as he fired everything he had down the cheerleader's throat.

Bridget didn't attempt to pull away. Unlike many girls, the cheer captain swallowed. And she didn’t do so out of any misguided sense of obligation or in order to appease her lover. Nope. Bridget loved swallowing cum. It gave her a feeling of power to be able to bring a man to his knees. Not to mention that she enjoyed the taste.

So, listening to River whimper from the aftershocks of his intense pleasure only enhanced her feeling of a victorious conqueror. Now, she expected the same in return.

By the time River recovered from his orgasm, he found the underwear-clad teenager with a hand down her lacy, pale blue panties. He could clearly see a finger working in and out of her pussy based on the movements under the fabric. Nor did he miss the smoldering expression the eighteen-year-old stared at him with. If anything, River knew to be a sharing partner. His string of older, vacationing lovers had taught him well.

"How do you feel about being naked at the makeout spot?” he asked jokingly.

“Wouldn't be the first time,” the big-titted teen replied, her voice dripping with arousal.

Reaching down, the college student pulled the high school girl’s panties down those shapely thighs, past her knees, past her shins, and over her dainty feet until they were just a clump in his hands. Recalling where Bridget had thrown her top, River tossed the wet panties to his side, which meant the front of the car.

Well-acquainted with the practice of putting on a performance thanks to her cheerleading, Bridget propped herself up slightly on one elbow. Using her other hand, she reached behind to unlatch the bra clasp. Dropping back on the seat, Bridget made sure she had River’s attention before slowly lowering one strap, then the other.

A pair of mesmerizing, mouthwatering D-cups appeared. All-natural, they pancaked out while displaying her hard pink nipples. As if to further entice her date and increase his lust, the naughty teen raised one of those delectable nipples to her mouth.

As soon as Bridget began to suckle on herself, River launched forward, his mouth descending on her nether regions. His mouth swooped into her personal honey hollow, tasting her depths' sweet, exquisite flavor. Next, he moved toward her clit. With puckered lips, his tongue darted out the small opening to tease her tiny, precious pearl.

Knowing the perfect balance of aggressiveness, River didn’t go down on Bridget too quickly or too roughly. He lapped at her sweetness over and over with frequent stops at her clit. Every so often, River blew on her clit before he took another long, languid lick.

Bridget responded by clenching her eyes shut and gritting her teeth. With a loud hiss from the pleasure, she started tossing her head left and right while her date went to town on her needy pussy.

“Oh, yes! Fuck, yeeeeessss!!” the blonde keened as her first eruption hit.

Pulling back and lifting his head, River admired his handiwork. Bridget's hands, which had initially been tugging at his head and hair, not laid behind her head, flopped against the seat. Breathing rapidly, her gaze landed on his face, and with an intense, lust-filled expression, she demanded he continue.

“More. Don’t stop. Give me more!” the blonde ordered.

With a grin and acknowledging nod, River descended back into the honey pot’s depths. Immediately, Bridger shuddered at the impact of his tongue against her sensitive pussy. On this go around, River gave his tongue a partial break by adding his fingers. Satisfied he’d shown off his pussy eating skills, his pride didn’t need to prove anything further. He only desired to bring his date off again…and maybe again.

Bridget seemed to especially like it when River sucked on her clit while ramming two fingers in and out of her kitty. And when he flipped his hand to curl those fingers in a “Come here” gesture, she screamed as her second orgasm hit.

A third would come in roughly five more minutes. However, River began to tire. Her whimpers and moans gave him the extra motivation and energy to keep up the pace. Despite his mouth and tongue growing sore and exhausted, Bridget’s yanking of his hair and ordering him not to stop worked like a jockey kicking the spurs into a stallion. As if climbing back in the saddle one last time, River snaked and slithered his tongue around spastically.

Eventually, Bridget's lower lip quivered, her chest thrust upward from a back arch, and all of a sudden, she let loose another banshee wail that alerted the other couples to another orgasm.

Falling off the breathtaking blonde, River fell sideways onto the back floor of the car. Too exhausted to move initially, he only chuckled at his predicament. Bridget eventually joined in with giggles after realizing what happened. The high school student was a sexy mess with disheveled hair and a thin sheen of perspiration covering her smooth skin.

Yet, when she spotted River’s now reenergized cock poking out from the front of the seat, Bridget urged her date to get back on the seat. Once the brown-haired man managed to sit on his knees by the end of her legs, Bridget flashed him her sluttiness expression possible.

“Someone’s been a good boy tonight and deserves a reward. How would you like a special reward, River? You’ve been so deliciously naughty that you earned a fuck,” Bridget revealed with a throaty, breathless voice.

“Wha…Are you serious?” he double-checked, recalling her earlier rule about first dates.

“Oh, I am, baby,” the blonde sexpot purred. “But not that kind. Your high score only reaches fucking these.”

Despite his past experiences, River gulped in anticipation as Bridget mashed her D-cups together to create a Grand Canyon of cleavages. The sight was awe-inspiring. He loved it so much that he leaped forward.

Only to Bridget’s surprise, River’s dick didn’t meet her tits first; his tongue did. Moaning and groaning, he gave those marvelous mountaintops one hell of a tongue-lashing. Well, somebody’s clearly a tit man, Bridget laughed in her head. And River showed his appreciation for her spectacular tits. He bathed those beauties with his saliva while ensuring her nipples saluted the air.

“Nuh-uh. No more of that,” Bridget declared, pushing his sucking lips away from a puffy nipple. “No more kissy-kissy. Momma wants fucky-fucky. Understand?”

“Just slickening up the runway,” River joked.

“Don’t you mean the river bed?” Bridget questioned, rolling her eyes at him for missing the obvious pun.

Still, Bridget gladly trapped her date’s cock in her D-cup valley after he slid forward. Mashing her tits together, she squished around his dick while she humped her chest up and down as he pistoned in and out.

Once River got into a rhythm, Bridget bent her neck forward so her tongue could tickle his mushroom head whenever it broke free of the cavern pass. The incredible combo of warm, soft tit-flesh and the wet tongue caused River to groan.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

“I wonder how many guys have fantasized about this,” Bridget mused, showing off her dry sense of humor.

"I think you've got a pretty good idea,” River chuckled, increasing his pace. “I bet you’re the most popular porn star in fantasies around here.”

“You think? Oh, I know I’m not the only star. We’ve got a whole stable at my school,” Bridget teased before upping the porn talk. “Oh, baby. Plug that big fucking cock into my big ole boobie land. Yeah, slither that snake in Bridget Bay until you splurge a stream of River Spunk to irrigate my fertile fields.”

“Goddamn,” River moaned. “You’re such a naughty…”

“Slut? I’m such a slut tonight for you, baby. Let all my friends and enemies hear how I’m going to check into your resort and enjoy a cumbath every single fucking day.” Bridget performed her act splendidly. Then, seeking to be heard by more people at Shanty Point, she increased her voice’s volume.

“That’s right, River. Leak that pre-cum all over my cheerleader titties! Make me forget about those puny high school boys. Show me what a real man does. Show Bridget fucking Fallon what a cum shower looks like. Make me feel your conquering cum. Sperm me, River. Spunk my tits in with your spooge. Do it! Make me your cum slut!”

“Ohmigawd... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

It didn't take long. Primed as he was, River couldn’t hold back from the images that Bridget’s naughty cheering put into his head. He wanted to make them come true by spitting wads of creamy cum all over the busty blonde's chest.

"Arrrghhh!!" River shouted, dick erupting.

The first two shots cannoned out to splatter onto Bridget's face, one just beneath her right eye and the second across her lips and chin. The blonde braced for more, but the third shot landed under her chin. The final rounds lost their firepower and merely coated the upper slopes of her chest. However, the sperm did start to trickle downward with the **** of gravity and into the valley of big boobs.

Later, Bridget would boast about how she and River created the Cum River down by the lake. But for now, she merely asked in a playful tone, "I don't know about you, but I had a fucktastic first date."