Chapter 12: The Beach

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hand and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the platinum-blonde head pushing back down to full depth in my lap. My gorgeous Head Girlfriend gazed up at me, her warm, welcoming brown eyes bright and blissful in a silent ‘Good morning’ greeting.

I groaned, reached up with my right hand, and gently rested it atop her head to hold the deep-throat just a little bit longer while letting my head loll around the pillow as I soaked in the exquisitely rare and unique sensations.

Yes, I said “rare and unique”, because for all the times I’d been woken up in this manner, it honestly wasn’t very common for Sam to do so. Belle, Naimh, Mari? Sure. All the time. But not really Sam.

She was an early riser in general, attacking life at a breakneck pace with a go-go attitude as if she were perpetually in a hurry to get somewhere. Most days when we didn’t spend the night together, I would awaken and come downstairs to find her having already dressed and putting the finishing touches on ‘brekkie’ for everyone. But after the nights we did spend together, she very much tended to sleep in, feeling safe and warm and well-loved in my arms. And it was far more common for me to wake her up in that particularly special way we both enjoyed.

But not today. I didn’t know whether Sam had woken early specifically because she wanted to surprise me in this manner or if it was pure coincidence that she’d awoken before me, and upon spotting my morning wood had decided to take advantage of the opportunity. I didn’t particularly care what the reason was, only that my big, throbbing dick was in her mouth.

And I was gonna enjoy this.

Having fully regained my faculties, I opened my eyes again and reached back with both hands to fluff up my pillow for support to better stare down at the scintillating sight of my sexy Sam sucking my steel-hard schlong. She looked absolutely radiant in the morning light, not trying to deep-throat me again but rather happy to suckle my mushroom head and smile at me every now and again while pumping my shaft with her right hand.

She took her time, making love to my prick, in no hurry to make me pop. I never grabbed her head to skullfuck her, instead keeping my hands behind my pillow to let her have her way with me. She did eventually give me a few more deep-throats and then tickled my balls with her fingertips while dragging her tongue along the entire length of my rod from the underside to the tip, grinning in response to my expression of delight. And after a while, she raised her eyebrows in a silent question as if asking whether or not I wanted her to keep going until I finished in her mouth.

I told her with my eyes that I’d rather she climb aboard, and she smiled in understanding before pulling off my prick and then sitting up. My bodaciously busty girlfriend with the big 36DD boobies wore a spaghetti-strap satin nightie and panties, and she first knelt to pull off her panties before crawling forward to park herself over my prick.

Sam was copiously wet from her own arousal and slid her saturated snatch along my shaft as if she were riding a rail, mingling her own lubrication with the leftover saliva from her blowjob. I groaned and grabbed her hips, trying to get her mounted on my massive dick sooner than later, and she giggled softly before reaching behind herself to elevate my angle and then slowly slide herself back.

Her eyelids rapidly fluttered like butterfly wings as she felt each and every last inch of my weapon widen her inner walls. But after she had fully seated herself on my schlong, Sam smiled down at me, crossed her arms over her torso, and started lifting up the hem of her satin nightie just as slowly as she’d sat down onto my dick.

My lover’s creamy bare skin was revealed to me inch-by-inch, and I felt my breath quicken as the underside curvature of her pendulous breasts first came into view. With her arms still crossed, Sam paused at that point, an impish smirk on her face, and she twisted her torso to send her big jugs jiggling just out of view.

I whimpered and gave her a pouty frown worthy of a whining toddler but kept my hands on her hips. She giggled and raised her arms, revealing a little bit more of her tantalizing titflesh. But she once again stopped just before exposing her nipples to me, making me groan, upon which she immediately yanked her nightie up to her neck to fully flash me before dropping the hem back down to completely cover her boobs, and at that point I completely lost my patience and slid my hands up my girlfriend’s chest to grab great handfuls of her humongous hooters while extending my elbows out to the sides to prevent her from dropping her nightie back down. And then I sat up to bury my face in her massive mammaries while mashing her melons against both of my cheeks, holding her hooters and happily cherishing the heavenly feelings.

Sam barked a laugh, unable to help herself, and one of our other bedmates began to stir at the sound. I reluctantly retracted my face from my blonde girlfriend’s boobs and glanced to my left to see my redheaded girlfriend begin to stir.

Naimh had been facing away from us on my left side, all the better to feel me spooning her from behind, and she stretched her long, lithe legs towards the foot of the bed while extending both arms directly outward and off the side of the mattress. It took her a minute to fully awake, but eventually she rolled over to face us and gave first Sam and then me a sleepy smile.

“Dia duit, Matty,” my redheaded girlfriend mumbled drowsily.

“Maidin mhaith, Neevie,” I greeted in kind, reaching out to caress her cheek with the fingertips of my left hand. She leaned into it and then reached up with both hands to trap my palm, hugging it to her cheek as if it were her stuffed hammerhead shark, Anchor.

I chuckled and then glanced back up at Sam. She had not been actively fucking herself up and down in the meantime, just lackadaisically undulating her hips while working her milkmaid muscles to keep me hard inside her (as if I needed any additional inspiration to stay hard). And then we both looked to my right side where Belle remained asleep.

Per our regular Friday night routine, the four of us spent the evening with Lily and Eva, enjoying each other’s company with a good meal and good friends. At the end of the evening, Lily and Eva returned to Mrs. Morris’s house as Lily always chatted with her large, extended family back on Kaua’i Friday nights (Hawaii time), and Eva rather obviously didn’t want to stick around watching the rest of us have an orgy.

Last night had been the first time I’d let Belle sleep with me overnight after the whole attempted R-word thing. While I hadn’t forgotten what she’d done, I’d chosen to forgive her, and she’d been on her best behavior since then. So when Sam, Naimh, Belle, and I started doing what we usually did on Friday nights together, it didn’t even occur to me to kick her out, and she happily fell asleep snuggled in the crook of my right arm.

Post-orgy Friday nights, the exact sleeping arrangements were typically subject to ro-sham-bo or one of the girls graciously offering to sleep on the outside. Last night it had been Naimh making such an offering, given that she’d more or less spent every night with me all week. And yet somehow I’d woken up to find Naimh and Belle on the mattress immediately beside me, so if Sam had switched places sometime in the middle of the night and NOT remained snuggled up to me, it sorta made sense why she’d woken up before any of the rest of us.

“S’not fair she gets a cute foreign language to say ‘good morning’ to you,” Belle muttered without opening her eyes.

Okay apparently my little pixie didn’t remain asleep, and I chuckled while wrapping my right arm around her and drawing her light body against my side. Due to the angle, she wound up nuzzling her face into my side and I managed to slide my hand down her back and then fit her pert little booty in the curve of my palm. And I gave her perky buns a healthy rub.

Truly, it was impossible to stay mad at such a gorgeous girl when her perky buns nestled so perfectly in my hands.

“Bonjour, ma chérie,” I greeted warmly, recalling that Belle had taken French for her foreign language class in high school.

She cracked a pale-green eye open. “Nice try, but that just reminds me of doing homework. It’s hard enough keeping up with the Irish Gaelic, Aussie slang, and Hawaiian pidgin as it is.”

I laughed. “Fair enough. Good morning, Belle.”

“G’day, mate!” Sam joked.

“Top o’ the--” Naimh began before breaking down and shaking her head. “Sorry, sorry, can’t do it again.”

I smiled and reached out with both arms to draw Naimh and Belle to my sides. Naimh puckered up to meet my warm and welcoming kiss first. Then I turned my head the other way as Belle got her elbows beneath her and leaned over to sweetly kiss me. And then I finally looked up as Sam descended, mashing her marvelous melons into my chest and giving me a searingly passionate kiss as well.

And then I went back to making out with Naimh while Sam started kissing Belle, and then I went back to kissing Belle while Sam and Naimh locked lips. And then I grabbed Sam’s ass and started grinding her clit down on my pelvic bone. And as you might expect, the four of us picked right up where we’d left off last night.

Gawd I loved my life.

After such a lovely morning with the three great loves of my life, I was in a jubilant mood as I drove through the narrow Berkeley streets around to the north side of campus where Skylar lived, with Sam in the shotgun seat doing the navigating. As it turned out, Skylar’s place was only a couple of blocks away from campus, in one of the many apartment buildings constructed in the area back in the 1920s.

Naimh did the honors of calling Skylar when we were on the way, and the lovely English lass was waiting out on the curb when we arrived. I parallel parked my minivan in front of the apartment building’s driveway, Naimh popped the sliding door, and all six of us smiled and waved at the newcomer.

“Heyyy, Skylar!” Naimh greeted enthusiastically, hopping down onto the sidewalk and giving the statuesque blonde girl an equally enthusiastic hug that took the older girl a bit by surprise.

“Well, hullo, Neevie,” Skylar replied, making the effort to raise her level of energy while simultaneously appearing just a bit flustered. Her right hand remained on the straps of the duffle bag she held over her right shoulder, but she wrapped her left arm around Naimh’s waist.

“Everyone, this is Skylar,” Naimh proclaimed while pivoting around to face the van and then jabbing her finger forward, bouncing it as she pointed from one person to the next. “Skylar, that’s Eva, Lily, and I’m sure you recognize Belle in the backseat. Up front is Sam and ... Where’d Matty go?”

“Right here,” I announced from immediately behind the girls, having gotten out and circled around to take Skylar’s bag from her. “Please, may I?”

“Oh, right, of course, thank you.” The blonde allowed me to take the duffel bag straps off her arm and I gave her a quick side-hug before taking the bag around to the trunk. The suitcase Tetris wasn’t overly difficult since we wouldn’t be staying overnight or anything, but the trunk was still pretty full. We had a lot of experience with beach trips and had packing down to a science. Each of the girls had her own bag and I’d brought my twelve-by-twelve canopy, a big nylon beach blanket, four beach chairs, and a portable barbecue to go along with the wheeled Coleman cooler and other supplies. We had a full day ahead of us despite the late-morning start.

I still recalled the look of pleasant surprise on Skylar’s face when I’d invited her to join us for today’s beach trip just before Wednesday’s class. She’d seemed genuinely confused by my asking, though, and I’d said, “Didn’t I tell you at the wedding that you’d be welcome to come along with us the next time we took a trip?”

“You did,” she’d replied. “Yet I thought that was just the sort of thing people say in the moment but never really follow through later on - like saying, ‘We should meet up for lunch sometime’ and then never actually do.”

“You’re the reason I had the idea.”

“Won’t your girlfriends get upset with you for inviting me along? Especially after what happened Saturday night.”

“Of course not. I told you they weren’t like whatever jealous bitches you may have known before. Neevie loves you already and the others are all aboard. C’mon: you said you wanted to meet them, right?”

Long story short: Skylar agreed, and she’d given me her address to come pick her up today. I’d worried that she might be nervous meeting everyone, but that worry evaporated when Skylar came into the van to sit on the middle bench seat with Naimh and glanced over her left shoulder, remarking pleasantly, “Belle, so good to meet you with clothes on this time.”

Belle immediately cracked up laughing and reached forward to nudge Naimh directly in front of her. “I like this one.”

Skylar then exchanged greetings with Lily and Eva, getting a handshake from Lily and a shrug of indifference from Eva. At least Eva didn’t try to introduce herself as “Evelynn”, perhaps figuring it would be no use if everyone else on the trip would be calling her “Eva”.

I had climbed back into the driver’s seat by the time Skylar returned her attention forward. Unlike with the others, Skylar paused before greeting Sam, and the two gorgeous blondes took a moment to size each other up. Sam was actually the first to extend her hand out, stating with a cordial smile, “Hi, I’m Sam: Matty’s Head Girlfriend.”

Skylar blinked, perhaps taking note of the way Sam introduced herself along with the title ‘Head Girlfriend’. I thought I saw the newcomer narrow her cool blue eyes just fractionally before smiling a little wider and giving Sam’s hand a firm shake as she replied, “So good to finally meet you. Matty’s talked a lot about you.”

“Has he now?” Sam asked in mild surprise. “I hope it was all good.”

“Sam snores in her sleep, she leaves dirty laundry around her room,” I began drawling while ticking off my fingertips one-by-one, “she yells at me when I leave the toilet seat up, for an Aussie she can’t grill anything on a barbie without burning it, and--”

“Matty!” Sam exclaimed, reaching out to shove my shoulder and looking scandalized.

I laughed and glanced back at Skylar. “I’m kidding about all that. Sam’s an excellent barbie griller. Well, she does yell at me if I leave the toilet seat up, though.”

Sam rolled her eyes and shook her head, but she smirked at me as I tugged on her arm to draw her close and we exchanged a quick kiss. Sam rather possessively clutched my shirt and drew me closer to deepen our liplock, but it was just for a moment before she released me and sat up straight, looking pleased.

I glanced over my right shoulder around at everyone else in the van, calling out, “Everyone ready to hit the road?”

The girls in the van cheered, “WOO!!!”

As I drove the minivan northwest on 580 and across the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, the gaggle of six girls in the van kept up a steady chatter. As the new girl, Skylar was understandably the center of attention with the others subtly fishing (and not-so-subtly fishing) for whatever information they could get out of her.

For the most part, the girls got the exact same information out of Skylar that I’d already learned during our wedding date: recent breakup, living alone in her one-bedroom apartment, not much time for a social life while focusing on being a grad student, etc. But while I’d been careful not to pressure Skylar into revealing any more about herself than she felt comfortable with and avoiding any truly probing questions, a few of the other girls held no such compunctions. I mean, I’d warned them not to come across as the kind of catty bitches Skylar feared they might be, but nothing would stop the girls from doing their version of guys holding a dick-measuring contest.

Fortunately, Skylar was well-practiced in the social dynamics of pretty girls judging each other and had a quick wit about her, deflecting when necessary, probing back when challenged, and keeping a good sense of humor about it.

It helped that Naimh wasn’t shy about scolding, “Belle, back off!” or stuff like that, which tended to temper not only Belle, but Lily as well.

Sam, meanwhile, had remained fairly quiet overall. I knew she’d been rather stressed out lately, which was one reason why I’d talked her into giving up an entire Saturday away from her books and her Pre-Law Society and instead coming out with the rest of us for this day trip. She chatted a little bit with Skylar, mostly to give the 4-1-1 on herself and ask a few casual questions. But otherwise my Head Girlfriend kept her gaze out the front window while reaching across the aisle to rest her hand on my thigh. And for the boring parts where I was just cruising down the highway, I’d drive with one hand, interlace my other hand with hers, and give it a squeeze.

Half an hour out of Berkeley, we exited the highway onto Highway 1 through Tamalpais-Homestead Valley. Sam pulled out the Thomas Guide map book from behind my seat and started directing me on where to go. Although we’d originally planned the day as a beach trip, we wound up expanding the itinerary by first stopping at the Muir Woods National Monument to go for a little hike together.

It was a warm day in the mid-70s but pleasantly cool beneath the shade of the towering old-growth California redwood trees that extended in every direction for miles and miles around - including upwards. Well, not literally miles above us, but they were so tall they might as well have been. The girls were all dressed in shorts and shirts, with Belle in a lopsided black French beret and her strawberry-blonde hair in a single long braid, and Sam in a dark brown newsboy cap. The girls mostly wore cute sneakers, although Sam and I both had North Face hiking shoes, not that anybody would really need proper hiking shoes as the trail was well-traveled and fairly flat. And I didn’t think one of the girls was gonna try dragging me off-trail and behind a tree for a quickie blowjob or anything like that.

The seven of us started on the two-mile Fern Creek and Hillside trail through the forest. Sam had brought her SLR camera with a wide-angle lens, and the girls spent the better part of the first mile looking for cool photo-ops and mugging for the camera. We got another tourist to take a group photo for us by the entrance sign. Eva snapped a shot of me with my three girlfriends tucked into a fire-burned, A-shaped hollow within one of the trunks. And Sam got some pretty pics of the others crossing a bridge with the creek running towards us in the foreground and the epic trees filling the frame in the back.

None of us had ever been to Muir Woods before, as it was a little too far out of the way for South Bay high schoolers like the OG BTC, and obviously Lily, Eva, and Skylar all grew up out of town. We all marveled at the stunning majesty of nature for a bit, geeking out over the view while giggling and laughing perhaps a little bit too much for some other people’s comfort, to the point where an older couple actually came over to shush us and scold us to be more respectful.

After that, the girls were relatively quiet for the remainder of the hike - at least as quiet as a group of six college coeds could possibly be when together. The further we walked, the more the tranquil setting of abundant flora had a calming effect, and we actually covered half a mile on the return trip up on the hillside with barely a word but not minding the serenity one bit.

We were out of the car at the National Monument for just over an hour and got back on the road again. Our next stop was the Muir Beach Overlook with its cliffside view of the Pacific coast. We took the stairway down to the lookout point, snapped a bunch of photos with the epic backdrop and the stairs that seemingly led to oblivion. The weather was nice and sunny with a few puffy white clouds on the horizon but nothing that would impede the spectacular view. Naimh got another tourist to take a photo of all seven of us hunkered down inside a World War II era bunker. And after the short stop, we finally drove down the hill to Muir Beach itself.

We found a good spot to set up camp away from other beachgoers. While very picturesque, a beach this far from urban civilization thankfully wasn’t particularly crowded on a random October Saturday. Sam asked Belle and Lily to lay out the nylon mat and beach chairs and tasked Naimh, Skylar, and Eva with setting up the twelve-by-twelve canopy. Meanwhile, Sam assigned herself to helping me get the barbecue grill started.

Skylar had some trouble following Naimh’s directions, but Eva grasped the process quickly enough - having far more familiarity with beach equipment - and she picked up any slack. Eva good-naturedly ribbed the post-grad engineering student as she helped Skylar with a canopy leg she’d been fumbling with. Skylar blushed and said that she’d left her lucky pink construction helmet at home.