We came to a well-groomed, plump, but still quite young girl, who playfully and somehow defiantly looked at me.

- Gone, flashed through my head, - Mrs. told her everything about us? !!!

Of course, I was right, but I hoped that the Lady would be indulgent to me and would not allow liberties in the presence of outsiders ...

We waited for the girlfriend not long. The girls came out together, whispering about something and giggling loudly. When they got into the car I was ordered to take them to a secluded beach outside the city, where they wanted to sunbathe. On the way, when my passengers stopped to buy water, Mrs., slamming a heavy slap on the back of my head, deliberately disdainfully ordered me to:

- Well, ka quickly take off your pants and shorts! Come on, you fool!

I was stunned for a moment, but after another blow, under the rolling, perky laughter of a friend, I realized that the jokes were over much earlier and it would be better if I did it.

My clothes were taken away and I had to drive the car carefully so as not to attract the attention of the traffic police ...

We got to the beach far after noon, the people there really were few and my Women quickly found a secluded corner on the hot coastal sand.

I was given panties and the Lady again demanded toss in my direction:

- Dig a pit bitch, then got up. Did you come here to sunbathe?

I rushed to dig and while my friends changed clothes, I dug a decent-sized yak in the wet sand, where a medium-sized bicycle could fit.

My work was interrupted by a cheerful feminine laughter behind my back and when I turned around, at the level of my eyes, I saw two divine lobster of my companions, covered with lycra of exquisite swimsuits. The lady was wearing small panties of a delicate turquoise color, and her slightly overweight crotch of her companion was draped in black. I could enjoy this picture for hours, but the divine cry of my Lady once again brought me out of the divine torpor:

- Quickly into the pit, uebok! And take off your panties, whores have no panties.

I undressed and sat down with my bare ass on the wet sand of my improvised grave. My member, who had treacherously risen to the sight of two divine legs, who were burying me with sand with a playful laugh, embarrassed me, prompting another violent reaction of my tormentors:

“What, our bitch was aroused,” in the voice of the Lady, I caught a hidden, but no less excited, “now we will treat you to you, lustful rubbish!”

They started jumping from above, tamping sand over me so that only my head was left outside. Then we put two terry towels in such a way that my head was exactly in the middle of their rookery. I looked around wildly, completely unaware of what might happen next. When the preparations were completed, under the encouraging, impetuous laughter of her friend, Mrs. pulled her pink panties out of the bag and threw them on my head in a businesslike manner:

- This is Panama from the sun, baby, do not miss, while we swim.

They splashed and squealed in the water for a long time, and I, with horror, twisted my head as far as I could in different directions, imagining how any savage-walkers could catch us. When they did come out, I calmed down for a while. The girls carefully and thoughtfully dried their hair, chatting incessantly, and I, from the underdog, began to look at my Lady's girlfriend, who had her back to me, almost over my head. She could not be called beautiful, but she was certainly an attractive, dark blond girl, with expressive, full-bodied hips and velvety skin of elastic legs.

I tried to imagine how her pissing could look like, hidden from my gaze by an expressive black stripe of panties, slightly separating her into two symmetrical halves, but suddenly she noticed that I was peeping at her from below and complained to a friend:

- Hear, look, he spies !!

The reaction of the Mistress was instantaneous. She jumped to my head in one jump and grabbed a large paper bag from under the beach towels, promptly pulled it over my long-suffering head. For a while I went blind ... When the Girls again allowed me to see the light, I was shocked by the picture that appeared before my admiring gaze - where my face was forced to turn, the white light was blocked by my turquoise strip of my Mrs.'s swimming panties.

I was practically a centimeter from her crotch, and her legs, on either side of me, almost touched my cheeks. The girlfriend of the Mistress settled down on a towel so that she could see this unreal picture as close as possible and remained curiously silent. The lady seemed not to notice me, obviously mocking me, and knowing full well the depth of my experiences. My cock, pressed down by a dense layer of sand, was whining incredibly, and my lips, literally, were dry from excitement. So passed forever.

The first could not stand a friend. Probably her nature, not tempted in such matters, hurried events and she began to whisper something in the ear of the dozing Lady. She listened for a long time, but then lifting herself up on her elbows, squeezed my ears with her hips:

- Well, that waited, bitch! Will you lick your new lady's pussy, you understand, pizdoliz ?!

I nodded in embarrassment in response, and, lowering my eyes, quietly replied:

- Yes Milady.

My Mistresses silently changed places and when a black, slightly wet strip of panties eclipsed the whole world to me, my Mrs. casually dropped:

- Do not immediately lick, a lot of honor, let him first lick the panties.

A friend took the advice note and closely pulled the cloth folds of her writing to my nose. The underbelly of my belly was ready to explode when I began to nudge my lips and lips into a damp cloth with a strange smell before. Each touch was given by a small shiver in the hips of the girl, sometimes with a moan she grabbed me by the hair, tightly pressing her crotch. My head was shaking from side to side, and soon I was licking furiously and moaning, torn by lust and the only possible form of self-realization for me. Another moment ... and, I was spared, letting my nose fall into a wet, sticky bosom, exuding a subtle aroma of a healthy, young body. I felt the button of the clitoris, like a baby, unmistakably finding the only way to feed itself, and sniffed with pleasure when I felt that her orgasm was ready to pounce on me like a tsunami, spreading everything in its path. Indeed, she soon trembled, with a peculiar shallow tremor of pre-orgasmic insanity. Her tight thighs squeezed my head and, grabbing my hair with a power not peculiar to the girl, she arched ... gasped ..., convulsively shuddered ... and calmed down, allowing me to lick the sticky essence of her animal joy ...