Maurice constantly traveled to this deserted beach. He was pleased to go naked on the sand heated in a day, swim in the sea, not worrying about changing swimming trunks, and if he happened to meet someone, he would get tickling pleasure demonstrating his emancipation. He believed that these trips add confidence.

This time, not far from his favorite place, he saw a flock of girls sitting right on the sand and chatting about something animatedly. They waved their hands, laughed, argued among themselves and their bright, strangely cut clothing fluttered in the light warm breeze, which had, as always, blown from the sea. There was no one else on the beach. Maurice, not without some pleasure, thought what kind of furor would make his appearance in the nude. He slowly took off his shirt and trousers, for some time remained in narrow swimming trunks so that the girls could appreciate his beautifully folded figure, covered with a light brown tan. Then he deliberately slowly pulled off his swimming trunks and walked with a proud gait towards the sea. He hoped that he would hear muffled giggles behind his back, an embarrassed giggle, at worst - a deathly silence. But the girls continued to chat at ease, as if seeing a naked man was common for them. Maurice, in his pleasure, frolicked in the water and finally decided to see how far the girls had moved away from his stay. To his amazement, they not only did not leave, but continued as if nothing had happened to sit nearby.

As Maurice got out of the water, the girls slowly got up and went to his clothes. One of them quietly folded his pants, shirt and trunks in her gym bag and walked fifteen steps to the side.

- - What a joke ?! - - excitedly shouted Maurice.

The company silently examined it, lined up in a semicircle.

Now Maurice looked at the girls closer and even counted: there were seven of them. All are approximately the same height, in multi-colored kimono, with bright strokes of hieroglyphs on the back and chest.

Seeing that no one was going to take away his clothes, he repeated his question in a calmer voice.

- - Really well-built! - one of them remarked, as if continuing the interrupted conversation.

- - And the thing that is necessary! - added another.

Maurice did not immediately understand what kind of "thing" was being said, but he noticed that the girls were carefully, as if evaluating, looking at what was between his legs, unconsciously embarrassed.

- - Give back your clothes! - he said dryly. - - Otherwise ...

- - He is still threatening! - - She muttered that stood in the distance.

The beach was still deserted. Maurice felt that he could act decisively. He rushed forward, intending to break through the chain in front of him, grab the instigator and, after weighing her with a pair of cuffs, return the clothes.

It seemed that he had reached his point: the girls, as if frightened, rang out to the side, but at the last moment one of them caught his leg with an elusive movement and he stretched out on the sand to his full height.

- - Ah well! - - He snapped and jerked to his feet, intending to reckon with the offender.

But as soon as he straightened up, she jumped towards him and conducted a magnificent throw through the thigh, forcing him to stretch out again in the sand.

Maurice was taken aback. As he lay stunned by the incident, the girls surrounded him, and one of them, in a tone that did not tolerate objections, ordered her to roll over onto her back. Maurice was still wondering what to do, and his tenacious, strong fingers had already grasped his arms and legs, knocked him on his back with a sharp jerk, and continued to hold him in that position. One of the Amazons leaned over and took a member in her hand.

- - What are you going to do?! - - Maurice twitched. There were hysterical notes in his voice.

- - Do not twitch, fool! - - almost affectionately advised him.

Maurice felt like he was a gentle, skillful movement pulled the skin on the still sluggish penis. On the faces of the girls, he noticed the nascent lust. His member continued to skillfully manipulate.

- - I would not allow to excite for anything, - thought Maurice stubbornly.

As if reading his thoughts, one of the girls, unbuttoning his robe and spreading his legs wider, gave him the opportunity to look at her neat, well-groomed pipochka without hindrance. She was so delicious that despite the predicament and the oath, Maurice felt arousal. His weak-willed tool was growing right before our eyes. And now he looked cockily at the evening sky. Someone's hand tried this big and strong trunk to bend, but he only sprung, pouring even more strength.

- - I told you what you need! - - Maurice heard a low, thrilling voice. - - Now I will test it.

- - Release! - pleaded Maurice. - - You will be satisfied!

- - You're too arrogant, my friend! - - answered him.

And he saw that already all the girls unbuttoned robe and selflessly masturbate, looking at his extremely excited rod. This impressive picture plunged the poor fellow into ecstasy, the half-naked bodies of the girls surrounded him from all sides. They were for every taste and everything was good in its own way. One of them went down on all fours next to him and continued to knead his already overstrained penis, tightly tied him at the base with a thin strong ribbon. Maurice still did not understand anything. In addition, one of the girls spread her thighs wide and gently sank onto the penis, plunging him into a juicy roast womb. Sharp movements drove him into himself, crying softly every time she reached the stop. The others watched lustfully, continuing to stroke their swollen pips. Finally, the rider let out a long groan and Maurice felt the quivering trembling of satisfied flesh. As soon as she got down, the next one took her place. This is not in a hurry. She slowly and soulfully enjoyed the Moris piece, her tight elastic cave, as it were, hardly strained on the trembling powerful piston. Her friends encouraged her, some even pressed on her shoulders so that she would speed up her movements and sit down deeper. The pace is clearly growing. Maurice would have finished a long time ago, but the tight tape made it impossible. He was literally shaking, the second rider brought him literally into a frenzy. She still could not get to the highest point, despite the help of her friends. Only when one of them began to massage her clit, she rapidly finished, covering the assistant's hands with grateful kisses.

The third rider set to work more decisively than others. Her pace admired. She allowed herself for a second to get rid of his penis, and then with a voluptuous expression on her face with a sweep, she planted a well-developed womb at an acute angle. Maurice growled and shuddered, but the trial continued.

Fourth Maurice remembered vaguely. Without any special frills, having received her share of pleasure, she tiredly fell off on the sand, leaving an abundant discharge in her thighs as a memory of her.

But the fifth brought him almost to unconsciousness. She sat back to him, and the already tight entrance was already narrowed, stretched her legs forward and moved with the help of her arms. From time to time it seemed to Maurice that the member rests directly on the uterus and is pressed out by it from all sides. Yes, the fifth frenzy, and her stormy orgasm surpassed all expectations, she literally laughed and sobbed under the delighted exclamations of her friends. Maurice’s mouth was dry. Someone crouched over his face and he felt the salty taste of female flesh. He literally dug into the juicy crevice, almost instantly bringing the mistress to the top of bliss. But his own flesh continued to experience an incredible overstrain - - repeatedly come up, but not realized orgasm brought him to frenzy.But the trial continued: with the whole company they lowered the swollen member, who continued to work beyond his will, a member, the sixth rider and began to skillfully rotate, as if screwing deeper and deeper. Unusual sensations again revived his libido for a moment. The rider's muscular vagina contracted in a wave-like manner to the rotation, as if hoping to milk the seed out of the constricted member. At the moment of the climax that began, her friends pulled her off and she finished in their hands, having watered the sand with several hot drops.

The seventh was unusually caring and gentle. She refreshed his fatigued Maurice with light kisses, with quick touches to treat his tired body. With gentle fingers, she dismissed the ribbon, allowing him to fully enjoy her soft and pliable womb.

A prolonged orgasm shook Maurice, the seed flowed and flowed, it seemed there would be no end to it. He grabbed the girl with his hands with a cry of joy. A hand covered his mouth and the scream turned into a muffled moo.

After all that he had experienced, he was so weak and felt so exhausted that he could not even see which way the cheerful, satisfied riders headed. For a long time he lay on the cool evening sand, enjoying the peace. Then he slowly got dressed and walked to the station, experiencing severe hunger and thirst. One recollection of today's adventure made his legs naughty, and the exhausted member seemed to lose sensitivity.

- - I hardly come here again, - he thought. - - For the second time I can't stand it ...