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 hear 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.