Two Aussie surfers compete to impregnate a French tourist.
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"I'm doing a world tour," she said.
Ella's sleek blonde hair fell perfectly about her heart-shaped face, over her shoulders, and just far enough to touch her first-rate breasts, cleavage exposed.
She was the most perfect thing they'd ever seen.
Toby and Cory, two Aussie surfers from Brisbane, were sitting with her at a table at the hostel bar, and couldn't believe their ears.
"You're doing a world tour..." Repeated Cory. "Like... To get pregnant?"
He sure was blunt.
Ella, banker living in Paris, had just told them with the slightest hint of a French accent, that she was twenty-seven, successful, and didn't need a man to have a family. Just to start one.
"If it happens, it happens," she said simply, and got up with a mischievous smile to go to the bar. They watched her go.
"Fuck, Cory mate, you're gonna have to sit this one out. This is a job for the Tobe-master."
"Piss off mate, you know my dick's bigger than yours. She needs what I got."
They'd been mates since they were seven, and wing-men since twelve. They were now twenty-two, built, toned, tanned, and hairless. After four years' work on construction sites, they'd saved enough to see the world. First stop: London. And they couldn't believe their luck.
Cory got up to follow her, but Toby grabbed him around the waist. He could feel Cory's abs through his shirt.
Fuck him
, he thought. He thrust Cory to one side, and arrived at the bar first.
"What can I get you?" He smiled.
"But I've already ordered," she responded with a frown.
"Have you been to Australia yet?" He asked, changing tack.
"Not yet."
"Oh, you're missing out."
"I am?"
"I think you'll find it more than satisfactory."
"How so?"
"Yeah, quality -- ah -- produce."
"Quality produce?"
"Yeah."
"Ella! Hey ELLA!"
They both turned. Cory was on the other end of the bar with a brown-haired woman.
"Have you met Sara? She's French too. Where ya from, Sara? Marseille? She's from Marseille!"
"Oh... Hi Sara!" Ella called down the bar.
She waved awkwardly, and turned back to Toby.
"Your friend's a bit outlandish, isn't he?"
"Sorry," said Toby in earnest. "He's a bit of a dickhead."
"A cute dickhead, though." She turned back to look down the bar. Cory was engaging Sara in conversation, but he was looking at Ella. She caught his eye and felt the smallest involuntary thrill at his glance.
"Come and join us!" Cory called.
"Does he-" Ella started, turning back to ask Toby a question, but stopped dead. Toby was suddenly shirtless. And shameless.
"We should get out of here, you and me." Said Toby, helping himself to some peanuts. "I know a cool bar where you can dance on the tabletops."
This is ridiculous,
she thought to herself.
But she couldn't help but stare.
With his shirt on, he had outstanding good looks. His height, his sharp jaw line and dirty blonde hair could draw the attention of any straight woman. And his directness was somewhat charming. Now though, as she looked at him, she was outright breathless. He was strong - oh so strong - with broad shoulders and smooth, flawless skin, an expansive chest, and abs more defined than an old-style telephone keypad.
"HEY!"
A bouncer grabbed Toby by the shoulder.
"You can't take that off in here!"
Toby turned to see the unit of a man, steely-faced and unforgiving.
"Sorry -- spilled my drink on it - I'm fixing it!"
"You're out of here pal."
The bouncer steered Toby toward the door and away from his prize.
"I'll be in the common room! Come and join me for a drink!" he shouted back hopefully.
She watched him go, a look of exasperation on her face.
"What. A. Dickhead." Came a voice behind her. It was Cory. "No respect. No respect at all for a high-class joint like this one."
Ella looked around. It was a dive bar.
"It seems you're hanging out with your wrong people."
"Isn't he your friend?"
"Come with me, I want to introduce you to some REAL folk."
He turned and with a shrug, she followed him. His bubble butt, cute and tight, danced in his confident gait as she walked along behind him.
What's wrong with me?
She thought to herself.
Is this what I'm going for? Are these the genetics I want for my kid? Genes from a classless larrikin?
And still, she couldn't look away. His sunkissed skin glowed in the dim lighting: he looked so flawless to her. There was such a powerful sexual energy emanating from his princely torso that she wouldn't have been surprised if his shirt caught fire in front of her.
Meanwhile, Toby was outside looking in one of the windows. Cory and Ella sat down together at a table. She seemed to be expecting someone else to come, but no one did. As he watched, Toby saw Cory start demonstrating the size of something with his hands.
Oh no
, he thought.
Ella looked doubtful. Cory's body language was insisting. Suddenly he stood up and dropped his pants. A giant cock flopped out of Cory's tighty-whities. Toby had seen it a hundred times in the changing rooms at the beach. It was long and thick, seven inches soft, and much longer hard. It was heavy to hold. Toby knew this from once losing a bet.
Ella's hands flew to her mouth.
"FUCK" said Toby, slamming his fists on the window.
He dashed to the door to see the same bouncer that threw him out.
