sCarol and Gwenda Part3
Continuing my adventures in Australia. Please read Carol and Gwenda Parts 1 and 2.
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We showered again, and for once the girls behaved. The hot water system hadn't caught up with our earlier antics, so it was a quick one. Carol insisted on wearing her panties in the shower so that she could get rid of most of the cum in them, so Gwenda and I insisted she got in last which received a howl of protest at the luke warm water. 'Revenge is sweetest when served cold.'
I had been anxious to get back and see Col. I had a lot to thank him for. He had taken me under his wing, got me hooked up with the girls and made me welcome in amongst his exclusive crew.
The girls were wearing shorts and tops as we headed across and down the road to the pad. Gwenda, with her stunning figure was wearing the tightest pair of shorts I had ever seen, and I smiled to myself as I wondered whether she was having trouble walking as per normal. She must have sensed this, and as she turned to catch me staring at her she poked out her tongue.
The music of 'Cream' was drifting from the house as we walked in. A guy and girl were on one of the couches and hadn't noticed us as we walked in. He had his hand up her short dress and she had hers around his cock poking out from his jeans.
"Hi Kelly, Hi Ryan." The hand was quickly removed from the dress and Ryan's cock disappeared back into his jeans as the two of them straightened themselves up. Carol and Gwenda didn't blink an eye as Kelly joined them in the kitchen flushed with embarrassment.
"Sorry mate didn't mean to catch you out. Where's Col?"
Ryan, whom I'd seen at the beach and party, just grinned at me as he finished buttoning up his jeans. He nodded towards the bedroom door.
"Asleep?" I asked.
"Nah." Ryan was grinning at me.
I walked over to the closed door and knocked. "What?" came the reply.
"Hey Col...it's me Tim."
"Aw...Ok...hold on."
A few seconds later the door opened. Col was naked, his cock at half-mast and there was a girl curled up on the bed behind him. He grinned at me. "Gidday cobber...just give us a few minutes will ya...I just want to get rid of this. Shit...thought it was my old man for a minute." he pointed down to his cock. I had to admit, it was pretty impressive.
I laughed. "Sure thing Col."
"You can have seconds if you want."
"No...I'm all good thanks mate."
I went into the kitchen and joined the girls as they made coffee. Kelly was obviously still embarrassed and avoided looking at me.
"Is he in there rooting?" Carol asked. I just grinned.
Ten minutes later the bedroom door opened. A naked girl appeared with a handful of clothes, and a startled look on her face as she realised there was company. She tried to cover herself up as she scuttled off to the bathroom. The girls and I laughed, but I did feel a bit sorry for her. Col appeared a couple of minutes later but this time wearing shorts.
"Coffee. How was your night Kiwi. Did these bitches look after you?"
"No Col. Tim looked after us...you guys could learn a thing or two from him." Gwenda was quite indignant in her reply as she poured Col a coffee from the pot.
"Yeah well, I know he can surf and sing, and handle himself. What now...you going to tell me he's hung like a Donkey?" Col laughed at his own joke and nudged me so that I almost spilled my coffee.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Gwenda pulled a face at him.
"Not really...anyway can't say I get any complaints. SUE," he yelled out.
"What?" came the muffled reply from the bathroom.
"LEAVE ME SOME HOT WATER WILL YA. Slag...should make everyone shower outside. The power bill costs me a bloody fortune. Anyway...what you up to Tim?"
"Just dropped in to say thanks mate. Frigging awesome time yesterday and last night, can't thank you enough."
"No problem mate, and thanks for the entertainment...especially sorting out Kenny. The prick has had it coming for a long time. Never been able to handle the piss. You going to come back/"
"Hell yeah, if that's sweet with you. Promised the girls I would anyway. Ok I'm off then, I'll just grab my board and go...where is it anyway?"
"On the porch where you left it...isn't it?"
"Didn't see it on the way in."
Col looked at me as though he didn't believe me.
"What the fuck...are you serious?" Col strode across the lounge and onto the porch, followed by the girls and me.
There were half a dozen boards stacked in the corner. Mine wasn't with them.
"No...no way." He got quite angry. "Nobody...nobody fucks with gear on this property...if someone's flogged it, I'll fucking kill them."
"Maybe someone just shifted it Col." It was more in hope that I said so, but dread was setting in.
"Why the fuck would they do that...you girls check the house...we'll check the yard. Ryan," he called out, "give us a hand."
It was Ryan who found my board, jammed between a fence and the back of the garden shed. As I pulled it out, my heart sank. The tail of the board had been snapped off just in front of the fin with only the fibreglass cloth on the deck holding it together, while the fin was snapped off.
"No...No way." I sat on the grass holding the remains of the board.
"Fuck mate I'm sorry...special board?"
"Yeah...my shaper made it especially for Aussie...best I've ever owned by a country mile."
"Someone's jumped on it to do that...guess who I reckon it was. I'll kill the bastard. Come on mate let's see if we can get it fixed."
Col picked up my board and put it in the back of his panel van. "Hop in Tim."
"Can we come too?" asked Gwenda.
"Yeah...you're in the back though." The girls scrambled in, and Col closed the tailgate.
It was only a short trip to Brookvale, an industrial suburb on the other side of Manly. Col was obviously pissed off, and I knew the chances of getting the board fixed to anything like it was, were remote.
"Fuck I'm sorry mate. I told you it would be fine on the porch. Guess it's my fault."
"Hey Col...I'm sure it would have been...but I'm the one who pissed Kenny off...if that's who did it. Not your fault mate...it's on me."
We pulled up in front of a shop front with a 'McRoy Surfboards' sign. I had noticed that all the crew at Manly rode 'McRoy' boards.
Col pulled out the board followed by the girls, and we wandered into the shop. There was a dozen or so boards standing in racks, I could hear the buzz of an electric plain coming from out the back.