Jamie Jacobs was sitting at the table and surfing university websites on his laptop. The cool ocean spray wafted to his nose through the open beach house windows. The cries of seagulls and the laughter of his girls could just be made out over the noise of the crashing waves. He forced himself to focus on the websites and find someplace to enroll the five of them. He had precious little time before they returned from their little frolic in the ocean and began to shower. For all his concern for the future, he was but a horny, eighteen year old boy and the four of them were gorgeous, big breasted eighteen year old girls that worshipped him.
Once their delectable bodies were naked in the shower, he would have no ability to concentrate on such a mundane matter as an education. His attention would firmly be placed on their large breasts and smooth thighs. Despite the cabin having a comprehensive cable package, he found that the girls' favorite form of entertainment was seeing which one could make him cum the fastest. Their second most favorite form of entertainment was trying to make him hard even after a five hour fucking. His magic could make him erect without a hitch, but it was a challenge, in their eyes, to keep him interested in even more sex.
He could, of course, just order them to leave him alone for an hour or so, but he strangely found himself not quite able to speak the order aloud, when it came down to it. The sounds of laughter coming from the beach did not improve his concentration, but he managed to refine his search. He was looking for a place where they could all study at the same time, and that would enroll them after a six figure donation towards its library, or something. He had always dreamed of studying robotics, and he saw no reason to give up that dream, just because he became a warlock over night.
He intended for his magically talented girls, Rose and Sandra, to study ancient languages, and maybe a few of the current, european ones, as well. Some of the more obscure volumes on magic were written in long dead languages. He suspected there might be something useful hidden in those tomes, and he wanted a first hand interpretation of the texts. The current languages would be helpful when they went to see all of Europe. He intended to do a lot of traveling after college and he thought he might even settle down somewhere in Europe, or share his time between mansions in the U.S. and overseas. The whole world was his for the taking and he wanted to keep his options open.
For Sonya and Helena, he intended pre-med and pre-law degrees, respectively. Later, they'd attend medical school and law school. A doctor and a lawyer were the ideal professions for mundane companions of his. One of them would also have to join him in flight school. He was going to buy a jet for himself when Cyrus' people returned his wealth to him, and he'd need a copilot. He was daydreaming of which airplane to buy, when Helena came in the door.
She was wearing nothing, just like the rest of the girls. They had insisted on buying some skimpy, string bikinis, but they never wore them. They said they didn't want tan lines, and they insisted that no one was going to see them on their private beach. Jamie conceded their point. There was no one around for miles.
Her long limbs were bronzed, despite having been in the Sun for only ten days, and her hair had lightened to a nearly platinum shade of blonde. Jamie found the contrast of fair hair and swarthy skin to be very erotic. Seeing his eyes eat up her figure, she smiled like the cat that got the canary. "Hmpfh," she grunted, "I'm all covered in salt from the ocean. I need a shower." Jamie watched her nipples become erect. Her ass swayed enticingly as she walked to the bathroom.
Mindlessly, Jamie followed the sight of the firm, tanned bottom walking past him. He couldn't help getting up and following her, just as he couldn't stop his cock from becoming painfully erect in his trunks. He had spent years daydreaming of her body and he was very reluctant to pass up on opportunities to fondle it, now that he had it at his disposal. She stepped out of her flip-flops and leaned into the shower cabin to start the water. Jamie crouched behind her and licked the salt off her ass cheek, eliciting a squeal of approval from the tall blonde. He kept his tongue glued to her skin as he straightened up and licked her back, all the way up to her shoulder blades. She really did taste of salt.
His arms went around her and embraced her, planting his hands on her tits. She ground her ass against him as he flicked her nipples. She groaned in approval and then turned around in his arms. They locked lips and let their tongues tickle and massage one another. Her thighs rubbed across the head of his cock and her nipples pressed against his chest like a pair of electrodes, ready to defibrillate. His hands slid down her back until they settled on her supple buttocks. He gave them a few squeezes and then slid one of his fingers into her crack. Her whole body shuddered at the tickling sensation.
He broke their kiss and bent lower to taste the salt on her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned lustily at the wild flickering of his tongue across her hard, little nubs. She yelped when he nibbled on her. She took his hands off her ass and stepped back into the shower. The water was perfect. She reached out and rubbed his cock through his trunks. Jamie enjoyed her fondling for a minute, but then grew impatient. He wanted her tight pussy shuddering around him, as always. He dropped his swim trunks and stepped into the shower with her, his hard cock bobbing wildly. She laughed in delight and threw her arms around his shoulders. They kissed each other again, only more passionately this time.
His hands ran down the backs of her thighs, tickling her and making her giggle into his mouth. He bent down slightly and grasped both her legs behind the knees. With his magic enhancing his muscles, he lifted and spread her thighs. He held her over his cock with his hands under her ass. She looked him in the eye, pleadingly. She wanted it. He smirked and slowly lowered her pussy onto his shaft. Her eyes fluttered closed and she tilted her head back as she felt his head part her engorged lips. He hissed as he kept lowering that tight, wet sheath over his cock.
Once she was fully impaled, she began to hump herself against him. Jamie mused that there was no way he could ever hold her body up like that without magic powers, he'd lose strength and concentration as soon as she started to clench around him. Her groin made wet, slapping noises against his belly as she started humping his erect form. He bent his head lower and found he could still taste a bit of the sea on the taut skin of her breasts, despite the water running down her flesh in rivulets. Helena was getting inexorably close to climax, he could see it in her eyes. He stood still and let her use his body as a pleasuring pole. Soon, her eyes rolled back in her head and fluttered closed. She keened inaudibly and her womb contracted around Jamie's shaft. Her juices added to the liquid running down their legs. He came very close to an orgasm, himself, but he needed a bit more stimulation.
As soon as her aftershocks subsided, he pinned her to the shower wall and held her up. He started to drive his cock in and out of her pussy with quick, short strokes. The heat built up higher and higher, until he could take it no longer. He slammed all the way into her open womb and released his seed in five long, pleasurable, shuddering spurts. The feel of his climax, sent Helena into another paroxysm of ecstasy. The whole house echoed with their orgasmic cries. They looked in each other's eyes and kissed. Jamie set her legs down on the floor.
A harrumph from the doorway claimed their attention. Sandra, Sonya and Rose were standing there with their arms folded under their naked breasts. "You know," complained Rose, good-naturedly, "we've been in the ocean, too. Are you going to lick the salt off our skin as well?"
