Women who are compulsive masturbators fascinate me. I
think it began with an experience I had over ten years
ago.
I used to live on the northern coast of California and I
often visited the nude beaches of Humboldt County. On
one late spring day I went to a place called College
Cove near Trinidad.
I got off work at three in the afternoon and headed
straight for the beach. As I headed down the trail from
the parking lot I passed many people who were leaving
but there were still a few folks on the beach including
a couple of old friends whom I hadn’t seen for a while.
They were true Humboldt Honeys–they spent the summer
following the Dead, the fall trimming buds in Humboldt
and the winter in Belize or Hawaii.
Star was in her mid twenties, blue eyes, brown dreds,
large pointed nipples, abundant pubic and underarm hair,
surprisingly pale skin and dimples, dimples everywhere.
Moon was past thirty with a curvier womanly figure, sun-
bleached brown straight hair, copper skin, large rounded
breasts.
As I spread my towel and began to undress, first Moon
and then Star very casually dropped their hand to their
bush and gently fingered their pussies. They did this as
we caught up on old times and they told me about their
winter adventures in Central America.
By the time I had all my clothes off I was three
quarters of the way to a full hardon.
There was a couple about 50 feet away and two men and a
woman were playing Frisbee near the surf and there was a
couple up on a rock above our beach.
Star turned to talk to me and she continued to
masturbate as if it was the most natural thing in the
world, which I suppose it can be. She looked calmly at
my now full erection and talked about where they were
going to see the Dead that summer. As her finger circled
her clit slowly I could see her coral fleshy nun hand
become swollen and slick. Moon dipped her finger into
her own vagina and spread her juices around her clit as
she watched the group playing Frisbee. I looked up on
the rock and saw that the woman was going down on the
man.
I knew that this place sometimes got a little relaxed at
the end of the season but there was something in the air
that afternoon. I could smell Star’s musk mixed with
aloe-vera and coconut oil and I could hear the steady
thrum of reggae from a boombox over by the couple.
By the time I started gently, casually frigging my
throbbing prong, I was already producing a lot of precum
and I spread it around my swollen purple head. Moon got
up on her haunches so she could watch me as she hunched
her pussy on her hand. Star spread her legs a little
more and was frigging her clit making lewd little wet
sounds. We were talking about mutual friends and the
prospects for the Humboldt crop that year.
The Frisbee players were gone and we couldn’t see the
couple on the rock but we could here the sounds of
slapping loins and sexual noises. The couple on the
beach were now masturbating and watching us. This went
on for a long time, we never talked about sex or what we
were doing but we openly watched each other and took
obvious pleasure in what we were doing. As we talked
about the beaches in Fiji and Ceylon.
At one point Star got up and knelt in the sand a few
feet in front of us. She scooped out a small hole in the
sand, arched her back a little and started to pee into
the sand. Moon and I watched as a strong stream hissed
into the hole and disappeared. I almost came as her
stream trickled off and her buttcheeks clenched and
twitched and she briefly rubbed herself. She got up,
pushed some sand over the hole and sat back down on her
Mexican blanket and resumed her masturbation.
After awhile the woman of the couple next to us had
mounted the man and they were humping together as they
continued to watch us and talk. Moon was thrusting into
her sopping vagina with two fingers and working on her
clit with her other hand. Star was frigging her clit
with a grimace of pleasure on her face and her other
hand came from behind to play with the outside of her
anus. I was pumping my cock knowing that I couldn’t hold
back much longer.
When Stars hips started twitching I knew I was going to
come and when she hissed, “On me!” I turned to her and
my spasms started and I spurt long ropey gobs of hot
come on to her legs as her hips jerked and quivered and
suddenly her bush was full of her come juice.
Moon was pounding and grinding her hips into her blanket
and came with a loud groan too.
After a while we took a short dip in the surf and sat
back down to talk and enjoy the sunset and fuck around
the campfire.