>The California waters feel incredibly warm and the surf beats on your bronzed surfer's body.
>Your bleached out hair from too long in the sun shines as you paddle your board out into the breakwater.
>The rise and fall of the water rolls under you as you feel a rising anticipation at catching wave.
>The beach is mostly empty at this time of morning. Its a surfer's beach, not a swimmer's beach. Its the kind of water you go out alone on and enjoy.
>You drove your jeep out to the rocky shore early in the morning to catch the first waves, unafraid of warnings of sharks. You've had some close contacts in the past, but the water is like a second home to you.
>Besides, as long as you don't act like food, they shouldn't bite.
>You turn into the waves and feel them rise as you watch them form. It had to be the right one.
>Little did you know that two pairs of beautiful eyes were watching you even now.
>It was some time since the Monster Girls had become part of the world. You'd enjoyed yourself, handsome, laid back surfer like you. A few flings, but nothing serious. Plenty of the Mamono love to share a bed with a handsome twenty-something for a night without any commitments.
>When you see the wave, you grin, and paddle furiously. Your arms cut through the water as fins cut through the water shortly after you. You don't look back, only ahead. The wave counts. The water builds and swells up and you catch the wave.
>The lift. The jump, and you are on the wave.
>There is no greater rush then this.
>A wild laugh erupts as you crouch down, maintaining your balance as you guide the board with the shifting of your legs.
>The water curls /beautifully/. A pipe that just begs to be slid down.
>You cut a line through the water, only to catch movement out of the corner of your eye.
>Something is in the wave.
>A leering, dark haired, pink skinned woman with a massive fin on her back. She is grinning with a mouthful of teeth as she watches you.
 
>Its a Shark Girl. And she isn't alone. Soon a second, who looks so much alike her they have to be sisters joins her.
>The one you saw first leers at you as you surf, sending glances her way.
>She reaches up with a hand that could palm your whole head and tugs down her top to show off her round, heavy tits.
>At about this point the sister points for you to look forward, and you see the water crashing down around you.
>Its too close to guide out of the collapsing pipe and the water swallows you with a yell.
>When you wake up, your board is stuck in the dark sand of the rocky beach. And the two Sharkgirls are slowly rubbing their big, soft hands over your body.
>"Damn, that was a hell of a wave..."
"You're right about that."
>Says the mostly pink sister.
"You looked /amazing/."
>The other remarks, her big hand slowly rubbing your crotch. Your surprised you still have your trunks on at this point.
>They have their heavy breasts crushed against your arms, effectively pinning you down.
>You swallow. On one hand, they are two sharkgirls. Those teeth look no different then what you saw in the mouth of the Bull Shark that took a bite out of your board a few years ago.
>Oh the other hand, its two bodacious twins that clearly want you for your body.
>"So... come here often?"
>They laugh, then /leer/.
"No, not especially. We just moved into the area."
"I think we're going to be staying here for some time though."
>You raise a single finger.
>"Just one request?"
>They chorus
"And what would that be?"
>"...Be gentle?"
>The wide mouthed laughter that erupts from both of them shows off those /teeth/. Their big, dark eyes rooooooll back as they laugh. "Just like the Bull Shark's did. Rolling back into the head as they are about to take the first bite. That's how sharks do it."
"Now, really, surfer boy..."
>The pink sister grinds her self over your leg, feeling up your chest.
"...There was never any chance of that."
>The other concludes, her hand squeezing your crotch.
 
 
>The paler twin, the one without a majority of pink over her body, casually rips away your swimwear. This exposes your naked shaft.
>The mutual interest on your arousal is like watching a pair of makos turn on a wounded baby seal.
>"Just... don't bite anything off?" The helpless pant comes, and they laugh as one.
"Why would we bite anything off?"
"Its so much more fun when there is blood /inside/ the things we want."
>They have a point there. And they are both approaching your cock at the same time, gliding down your body.
>This frees your hands enough for you to take a little action. You reach up and slowly glide your hand over the surface of their sides. Their backs feel rough... you've certainly touched enough sharks in your time and you can tell their skin is just begging to rip and tear soft pink skin like yours. This worries you for a moment before your hand slides to the undersides, rubbing along their taut midriffs as they leer and loom around your cock. Grinning like mad as they do so.
>They look like sharks about to go in for the kill on some fish helplessly swimming between them. When you realize that fish is you, you swallow noisily. This fact almost distracts you from what you feel. The skin there is soft and firm, and not possessing the bite of their backs.
>So they have rougher back skin and soft, smooth, and sexy underbellies.
>Its a relief you note as they open their mouths.
"Are you ready, sister?"
"So ready."
"Lets show him what what two shark girls in a feeding frenzy can do."
"Lets!"
>They dive in. Your cock is captured by mouths full of terrifying teeth... yet none strike. Their lips are full and slurp, as their teeth never even touch your sensitive flesh. Thick slabs of big, meaty tongue press onto your cock as the girls moan in unison at your taste.
>Your own moan is high. Sure, you fantasized about this. But twins? Double-teaming your cock?
>Its good to be alive.
>"Oooh... oh fuck!"
"Mmmmmn..."
"Aaaaah!"
 
 
>The lewd, wet slurping and loud sucking on the flesh of your cock from both hungry shark mouths is enough to drive you wild. Their eyes are rolled back into their heads, two sharks in the middle of a feeding frenzy.
>You remember the many Shark Week specials explaining that a majority of shark's nerves and senses revolve around the mouth. They take test bites of things to learn what they are. Much to many surfer's regret and very nearly your own back then.
>You imagine wonder how much of Shark Week specials apply to these two... then you don't wonder about anything anymore as they envelope the head of your cock with their tongues. Taking turns licking it and often kissing one another around it with your cockhead trapped between.
"Mmmmmmmmm..."
"Nmmmmmmnh..."
>"Oh... oh hell... YES!"
>Very few men could keep in the least bit in control under this attention, and even as your slip your hands between their legs to slide them under their thong-like bikini bottoms... brushing past two fins and toward the treasure within... you lose the capability of any and all control.
>"I'm cumming!"
>The two Shark Girls moan around your cock as the first splurts of hot cum splash onto their tongues. They lose themselves in felating you, actively forcing their mouths together to kiss and slurp around your heavy cockhead as they moan and suck.
>Two big, soft skinned hands press down on your chest and even as your fingers rub into what are two sexily smooth labial mounds the girls buck and shake their perfectly formed backsides. Their tails lashing as they go into a state of frenzy even more intense then what came before.
 
>Part of you is really glad you were taking those manticore venom deluded supplements. Increased male sperm count and generation without the crippling pleasure and need to fuck, as well as nearly limiting the usual refractory period. They were being sold cheaply and spread heavily in Monster Girl heavy areas. They made feeding easier and made the monster girls who you slept with really, REALLY happy.
>And judging from the look of ecstasy on the faces of the two shark girls, and the sound of their moans as they blew you into not one but two long, throbbing orgasms... well, they were sure happy girls.
>The sweet agony of the powerful sensations on your cock as they slurped your post orgasmic length was enough to make you grit your teeth and arch. The girls pulling back enough to open their eyes and speak like their mouths were full. It was one of the lewdest conversations you ever heard.
"Sister... can you believe the amount of cum he has?"
"God... I want to eat it all.."
"Pity we have to share..."
"You know you love taking turns."
"Which gets him first?"
"Mmmm. You can go first. I'll take his face. I want to nibble that sexy little goatee of his then ride his face as we make out."
"You're such a caring sister. I love you."
"I love you too, sister.
>You are too busy to catch your breath to have a say in the matter before they move away from your cock in synchrony and look down at you with hungry eyes.
>"Not sure all the... supplements in the world... are going to help... are they?"
"No."
"Not at all."
>The pink skinned sister straddles you as the paler slides down to begin kissing your neck and face.
"Prepare your pelvis. My sister rides hard."
>Oh. God.