Chapter 12: The Next Morning

The rising sun warmed the new day. The sand on the beach was dark and hard packed from the receding tide. Two nymphs pranced naked in the surf. They were focused on a hapless overturned turtle. Its struggles made their determined efforts to drag it from the waves seem hilarious.

The girlish squeals carried above the constant ocean roar. I opened my eyes and sat up. Looking out the hut door I watched my two charges as they labored with their prize. A plowed furrow led from the upended turtle to the foaming waves beyond.

I sat and compared the bent thrusting bottoms as they pulled and tugged. Jennifer's petite slim figure did not truly reflect her strength. I figured she must train athletically, maybe gymnastics. Tight muscles knotted in her legs and butt as she strained against her task. She suddenly straightened and turned, aware of my attention. Smiling, she waved energetically.

The load shift caused Brittany to fall back in the sand on her fuller posterior. I could see her mouth moving as she complained. Standing up, she brushed the caked sand from her firm cheeks. I noticed I had slightly bruised her fair skin when I had spanked her the night before. The taller and more voluptuous Brittany otherwise was in fine condition. Both girls came running up to me with their young breasts bouncing.

The two breathless girls dropped at my feet and both began talking, adding to each other's sentences. I learned we could have "tortoise" soup. I stood up and the three of us walked over to examine lunch. At our approach the turtle retracted its head and flippers. Staring at the massive shell, I had a vision of myself hacking at that carapace with the crude machete.

I explained the problem and we all agreed to free the creature. After we flipped it upright and stepped back it slowly emerged and lumbered back toward the sea.

Walking back to the hut I took Brittany's hand. I smiled at her as I led her over to the edge of the jungle.

I placed my hands on her shoulders. "Kneel down," I told her.

She sank down with that innocent obedient manner of hers. Questioningly she glanced at my dangling cock, then up at my face.

"Sit back on your heels. You are not to move. If you move one inch I will switch you. Understand?" I said earnestly looking into her wide blue eyes.

She nodded. There was an uncertainty in her look.

I moved close so I was towering above her. "Hold Master's cock" I said "Point it toward your face."

She reached up and gingerly held my cock.

"Remember, don't you dare move" I repeated. I closed my eyes and released my bladder.

She immediately realized her situation. The hot golden urine stream sprayed her forehead. She gasped and jerked then seemed to catch herself. She squeezed her eyes and mouth tightly closed with dismayed disgust. She shook her head negatively and made a whining sound. I reached down and lay my hand on top of her grasping hand. I guided the stream so it played over her entire face.

I heard Jennifer exclaim close behind me. "Oh, gross!"

My warning must have been effective. I took my hand away. Brittany held the streaming flow to her face as I had commanded. I watched the steaming piss run down her face and throat. It ran down her full melon-like breasts and created two little waterfalls from her nipples.

This was my first release of the morning and my kidneys were full. The golden shower seemed to go on and on. Finally the final drops fell landing on the top of her thrusting breasts.

"Milk it, Brittany," I said gently. She had never opened her eyes. She obeyed.

"Good girl!" I stepped back and pulled away from her loose grip. I turned to the wide-eyed Jennifer.

"Take her down to the beach and let her wash off."

I had to chuckle as I watched the two go with Jennifer gingerly leading the blind, miserable Brittany. I heard Jennifer reassuring her now-sobbing friend, "It would wash off"

When they returned I was in the hut. I listened for a moment to their unusually quiet sounds and then called for Brittany. Almost immediately a wet and hesitant teenager entered and knelt by my sleeping mat. She would not meet my eyes. She was blushing.

I pulled the pretty teen beside me. I ran my hand up and cupped her blonde pussy. Her thighs obligingly opened for my access. Her vagina was fuller than her friend's. I ran a finger around her clit and then began a slow stroking. She watched my unexpected tenderness closely.