Chapter One

Our family had moved to a star sign just three cylinder block off of the Pacific Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the edge of a drop overlooking the water supply. Below the cliff was a wide, politic, John Rock ledge, facing due W, that when the sea was calm, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 feet spacious at its encompassing full point. With all of the rude bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it difficult for the surrounding domicile, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the rock shelf below. Thus it was a very common soldier cove. The pass down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular access to the water's edge. Two streets below, and well to the compass north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed railroad car to park along the check, where it was a short walk down an easy sloping trail to get on the ledge, and then it was about a fifteen mo stroll southward to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new sign, I began to research the locality, and found the plunge and pin down trail that led down to the Rock ledge below. My surroundings were all new to me, and I had to see where this track would lead. On my second day in the locality, standing atop the cliff, maybe three history above the rock ledge below, I noticed about a dozen people down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly take heed medicine from a portable radio well below my vantage point. There was a very narrow-minded crevasse in the Rock ledge, about 10 substructure across and 30 feet in length, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a gentle Wave to lift them up where they could grab onto a handhold heights on the rocks, and move up themselves out of the piddle. I didn't really notice much more than than that, not paying secretive attention to the multitude below me, I was focused on the lead and how to navigate it down to the rock candy ledge.

The lead was steep, with places that each foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, list and muscular from playing variation in school, forcible effort was not an return. In my new surround, was gentle getting used to wearing zip but my board shorts, but walking in flip-flops, on a exorbitant, downhill track, caused me to focus on the next step, and not thinking about what I would encounter at the end of my journey. I made my way down the track, and it brought me to the close up end of the cove, providing an unfastened horizon of to the west. The sun was high, and there were no shadows to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two things became seeming, there was not a Male in group that lay on the rocks, and every girl was topless.

At 18 years old, I had not seen a raw woman in the anatomy. I had kissed a few lady friend in my high school class, but never got farther than heavy snuggling over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular woman's swimsuit at this metre was a string Bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the slim down drawstring across the back. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to sustain what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the girls in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their stomach or back, or sitting up facing the water. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to swallow, and I felt a slender protuberance in my card shorts, the form that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two girl in the water supply below, But when a good sized Wave lifted them up, they grabbed a hold of the rock ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the surface, and stood up. They were dripping with the warm sea water, and both tilted their school principal back to let their long pilus drib behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their headland to gather all of it up and wring the water out. They were topless, with no tan lines, and their nipples were much darker brown than their peel. My virgin eyes were singularly focused on those brownness tit, perfectly round, erect from the light flatus brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small-scale, firm breasts. I stood in awe, my heart pounding in my chest. Not being able to inspire, I felt my dick grow fast and hard, pointed down the right leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. cypher had noticed me standing at the back of the cove, and even if they had, I could not move to get away. Frozen, both because of the shot of nearly nude, young women before me, opulent than my wildest fantasy at the time, and also because my putz was so severely, and uncomfortably pointed down my trouser leg in an unnatural position, I couldn't take a step.

My brain was on overload, and I wished this very second of my living would never end. The two girlfriend from the water were wringing-out their retentive, dark hair, laughing with big ashen smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their lean, tanned soundbox, naked boob, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet Bikini bottom were clinging tightly to their shapely tooshie and pussies. I had to swallow hard to preserve from drooling on myself. I had known for years that I like girls, but what I was feeling at this import was more like a hunger for daughter, well beyond just liking them. My eyes were feeding on the sight of them, but there were former component part of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard shaft, in its downwards side, was really starting to hurt. I thought I needed to submit the pressure off, and reached down with my properly deal to stretch my boxershorts, and lift my dick as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must have squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet spot on the forepart of my green table shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two female child from the ocean went to their towels and lay down on their backrest. Now, no one was standing in the cove but me ; all of the missy were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my next move, a mates of the fille rolled over from their stomachs onto their vertebral column, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly perfect tense even suntan over their full bodies, others, probably new to the cove, had trenchant tan occupation, with their two blank breasts standing in line to the surrounding browned skin. While I observed that their nipple varied somewhat in size and color, with the areolas seemingly capping the point of each breast, I did see distinctly, different shaped nipple on three of lady friend. On their bosom, the ring of color appeared puffy, with a softer looking, fleshy nipple on the top. Why the thought of the puffy nipples sent an redundant jolt of electricity to both my encephalon and my dick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple girls had a very dour tan, with no tan lines and nighttime, nighttime puffy nipples. She must induce been Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tone was an incredible dark mocha coloring material. The early two, both redheads, may throw been sisters, or even twins. Their hide was pale compared to everyone else on the rock shelf, and their chest were as white as milk, with big, puffy, light pink nipples. It was difficult for me to stop staring at them, for reasons I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girls in front of me ; I didn't bill every hair's-breadth on my body, like my dick, was standing at attention.

I finally took a oceanic abyss breath. And then another. I needed my dick to relent a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My nerve meter slowed to where I couldn't feel it pounding in my capitulum, and my dick released the blood line it was holding imprisoned. Now that I thought I could walk, it was time to fancy out where to go. The most incredible tantrum I had ever witnessed was laid out before me in the cove. I began walking along the Dixieland edge, closer to where the young lady lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the variety of tits I was seeing for the 1st sentence. Some had pointed, erect tit, others soft, small mounds. The scramble coloring material ranged from white to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, larger, spilling over the sides of the chest. I started to notice many other features of these beautiful missy ; the curvature of their berm, the way their hair fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, business firm round butt end, and the mound in their bikini merchantman. As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the lighter skinned girls. Seeing that, and without understanding, I felt the blood kickoff to flow into my dick once again. The freckle on their faces, neck, limb, and chest of drawers were such a turn on to me. A few of the female child were covered in freckles, and the freckle flowed on to their knocker, and I had to look away to obviate stopping in my tracks to stare.

As I reached the nearest girl from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her back. I could now see her tits were the declamatory of the group, filling her chest and covering the sides of her body as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her head, she picked up her bottle of oil, squirted some in her left hand hand, applied it to the center of her chest of drawers, and then with both hands rubbed it over her plump knocker and flat tire stomach, causing her garden pink nipples to become erect. My header was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from miss to girl, in incredulity of what I was seeing, but loved the feeling of my heart pounding in my pectus. As I looked at their incredible soundbox, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was invisible. In XXV steps, I passed all of them, and made a hard left turn to accompany the rock and roll ledge out of the cove.

Once around the corner, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my head, as if I was watching a picture. Decidedly, this was the advantageously day of my life. As both my breathing and my pulse rate returned to normal, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly small on my shorts, from the pre-cum leaking from my dick.

I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to wonder what would be my next motility. I began to realise there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the daughter again. With that thought, my heart started to raceway, and I could find the turmoil in my entire trunk. I was concerned though ; that the girls simply ignored me on my first off pass because it was the easiest affair to do. No outcry or confrontation -- and I would be gone and leave alone them to love their secret cove. But a bit pass might be different. It would be slowly to deduce at that dot I was nil more than a teenage peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no pick and would have to walk past them all to get off the ledge and back up to the street where I lived. I took a rich breathing time, and headed back north to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to expect around the recession. It was the hot part of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their understructure. Four girlfriend had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the edge of the ledge, waiting for the next wave to roll in so they could safely jump in the piss. I watched as lady friend after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their olfactory organ shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, head tilted back, clearing their hair from their face, and smiling. They were all treading water, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the expanse where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the finis of the little girl leap of off the stone. Again, not one of the fille had looked at me, and I felt like I was unseeable to them. I quickly headed north to access the path to the depressed road and crap my way back through the neighborhood to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each meter I thought about getting to the behind of the drop-off, down on to the rocks, and seeing the bare-breasted girls, my breathing stopped. My dick was hard as a two-by-four, and I smiled now that I understood what getting a"woody"meant. I rolled over, lying on my stomach, my cock compressed by the weight of my body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this point in my young life, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of breath, and had a mess of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet ambition, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about young lady in the pipe dream, but I really liked the relaxed feeling of my organic structure after the event. I just wished I could will myself into a wet ambition as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the innate cause was for it to occur. That dark, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the middle of night, when I was still feeling muscle contraction in my groin after the acme of my wet dream climax. My pelvic arch were still slowly thrusting my prick into the mattress beneath me, my chunk were tight against my consistence, and my cum was still warmly on my stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those bare-breasted girls, gave me the best wet dream I ever had. How could I go along this flavor going ?

The cove became my escape valve. I went nearly everyday day after I returned home from schooling. On the weekend, there were too many sightseers walking the rock ledge, and while some of the girls came to tan on the rocks, they did not sunbathe topless. My routine on weekdays and schooltime holiday was to guide my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and watch the female child. I got to greet the regular, and looked forward to seeing them show off their trunk. I would sit back away from the cliff, as I did not want them to catch me looking at them. As I watched through my opera glasses, from meter to time, one of them would shield the sun from their eyes and look up to the top of the cliff. I would just lean back, out of horizon for a few minutes, and then would resume looking at their magnificent bare knocker when they lay down to work on improving their tangent. While the bougainvillea did leave the girls cover from being viewed by people in the two houses on either side of the cove, every so often, someone would walk to the edge of the properties'expectant outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to discover to the world. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little more frequency. I would get a rock-hard erecting during my vigil, pump out plenteous sum of money of pre-cum on my leg, and every few nights, have another wonderful wet dream.

After a few week of viewing the miss from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a schooltime holiday, but not a work holiday. From my past experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of female child on the rocks that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my panel shorts and flip-flops, I had walked down from my house to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the west of the trail leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the lead from my street to venture down. Without paying a good deal care today, I had failed to walk very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to require up my position. Unknowingly, that would turn out to be a job for me in the second hour of my spotter.

As I sat gazing at the various missy arrive in the cove, singly, in pair or low mathematical group, I truly love watching the process of them getting settled. starting time they would kick-off their flip-flops and spread out their beach towel, some placing a folded towel on the rock'n'roll to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their bathing causa cover-ups or tee shirt. Lastly, they would untie their string bikini circus tent and debunk their supple bosom, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their articulatio humeri. I sat on my can, knees bent, feet flat on the solid ground, with my surd dick in the redress leg of my board shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not have any peripheral sight.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to look up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two female child, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikinis, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, drinking straw hats. They were both carrying gravid beach bags over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit trunk, and smooth tan skin, they were probably in their other twenties, but neither one removed their hat or shades so it was hard to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful tanned body ; well-proportioned hips, and ample knocker, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the expression on my face was one of shock absorber. And as I sat looking up at them, the blond said to me,"Hey deviate, what are you doing up here ?"

I replied,"Hi. Up here ? I'm whale watching."Hoping they didn't notice my concentrated dick as it was rapidly deflating.

The brunette said,"Irish bull. There are no whales this time of year."

I said,"Really, I thought I saw some in my binoculars,"my bridge player searching for them following to me while I remained looking up at the girls.

The blonde took two quickly steps and was now standing in front of me and said,"The only thing you are looking at in those binoculars are the tits of me and my girl down there while you watch us and jack off. We see you almost every prison term we come to the cove."

I had heard the fry in schooltime use that phrasal idiom,"jack off, ”, but did not know what it meant. I pleaded to her,"I'm not jacking off -- I don't even know what that means."

The brunette, stepping closer to me, intervened,"crap, pervert. You sit up here all day stroking your pecker to our tits. We're not stupid."

Now I pleaded with both of them,"I have never stroked my dick. I don't know what you are talking about. Sure my putz gets hard looking at your beautiful soundbox, and it leaks a lot of pre-cum while I'm observance, but I only cum when I have wet dreams."

"Whaaaaat ?"screamed the blonde."You've never jerked yourself off ? How old are you ?"

How old you ? Do you twitch off ... or whatever it 's called for girlfriend ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerk off. My pre-cum leaks out when my dick gets squeezed, that's all."

"Well when you squeeze the pre-cum out of your dick, don't you eventually come,"retorted the blonde.

"No, never,"I said
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The blond and brunette stood above me, looking at each other, mouthing discussion back and forth I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my house and telling my parents where they found me. I figured I could out run them once we got on the paving of the route, and I said,"What are you two talking about ? What are you going to do with me ?
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The brunette looked down at me,"You are fifteen and never jacked off ? Not once ? Don't lie to us."

I replied,"No, I'm not even sure what that means."

The blonde, looking at me sitting on the undercoat, said,"That wet spot from your pre-cum is pretty far down your shorts. Show us your prick. We want to see how big it is."

Somewhat unsure about my selection at this distributor point, I said,"It looks low when it's soft, and I have to repoint it down my board shorts, or when I get hard, it sticks out above the waistband."

The two girls exchanged a glance, but I couldn't decipher it what it meant with them above me and their sunglasses on. The blonde spoke first,"We are going to show you how to jack off. It's really easy, and if you like your wet ambition, you are really going to like this."

The brunette added,"My friend here is going to leave you one of her special handjobs, and you're going to thank us when we're done with you."She then she removed the beach towel from her bag, and placed it on the ground directly behind me. She said,"Now why don't you take off those board shorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my heart and soul now pounding in my bureau, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A little girl I didn't live just asked me to transfer my gasp, and expose my dick, out in populace. I'm sure I looked very uncomfortable when I said,"I don't know you, and I think I'm going to go home."
The blonde immediately demanded,"Get your short circuit off. You sit up here and observe us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is farcical. We are going to teach you to jack up off, and you will never be the same."The blonde was on her knees in social movement of me, bringing her face to roughly the same level as mine. The brunet was sitting with her stage crossed, behind me, on the edge of the towel. I was still sitting in front of the towel, and the brunet grabbed my berm and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my base momentarily lifted off the primer coat as I had lost my balance. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the girdle of my board shorts with both custody, and pulled them down to my ankle joint. I found myself lying on my spinal column, totally nude, staring up at two girls in bikinis, who obviously weren't done with me.

One of the lady friend laughed as she said,"He's right. It is small when it's soft."

The brunette started to pull me up into a sitting post, and when I get situated with my torso vertical, I found myself leaning directly against her body. I could feel her cushy tits pressing into my vertebral column. I took a thick breathing spell through my nose, and it was filled with the mellisonant smell of her hair and the coconut palm oil on her skin. That was enough to cook my dick showtime to grow again.

The blonde noted out loud,"It's adept to see something's coming back to life."At that very here and now, I was aware she was staring at my shaft, and I became unsure if it was going to instill her, and it started to soften again.

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your first time with a female child ? You scare so easily. You need to slack. My acquaintance and I are going to ca-ca you feel wonderful. And while you will desire us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to scare you off, but since you claim you don't cognise how to make yourself cum, we are going to present you how."She reached her handwriting out and fondle my cheek, and added,"peach, the first gradation is that your dick needs to get hard."

I looked down at my dick, shrinking in restiveness. The miss were still wearing their sunglasses so I couldn't see their optic and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my dick, waiting for it to get backbreaking on its own. They both could easily smell out my anxiety. Without saying a word of honor, the blond removed her hat. She had a long French braid, and looked younger without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the lower twine of her bikini top to untie the gnarl. The fabric triangles covering her breasts loosed their grip, but still covered what I craved to see. That movement had the desired effect on me as my dick pulsed, and slowly began to fill with blood. It went from completely small and limp to growing thicker and longer as my exhilaration returned. I looked up from my pecker to the blond, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my gumshoe pulse once more.

The growth of my hard-on stalled before it was solidly gruelling. I was sitting naked in populace with two girlfriend that were strangers to me, and I was still uncertain of their purpose. The blonde reached behind her neck and pulled on the top string on her Bikini. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the string and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, whiten breasts, with pocket-sized, quarter-sized, perch pink nipple. Her nipples were soft—barely protruding from above the control surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's dark glasses in a while as I was admiring her tits, letting the close up persuasion of them make my putz get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her mammilla, I didn't see her reach for my shaft. When she grasped my pecker, it startled me and had the contrary issue from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring smile, slid her hands off my hawkshaw, and brought her hands up to her tits, covering them and the small mamilla that had hypnotized me. All the while smiling at me, she caressed both tit, and I watched as her cushy touch made her pap get erect. Once her diminished nipples were fully erect, she grabbed them between her ovolo and forefinger finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her hard tit, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingerbreadth over her boob, gently caressing her nipples. That persuasion made me get as concentrated as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the articulatio humeri massage from the brunette behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her pap with her fingerbreadth, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my berm and grabbed my pap and squeezed them, maybe a short too firmly, I thought. That sent a vast jounce through my entire body, making my hard prick pulse twice, and the gain, tricky pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my peter on to the spear. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's cook to be jacked off now."

The brunette asked,"Give me a kiss first ?"

As the blonde leaned forward to meet the mouth of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right hand breast up against my left cheek. I immediately turned my back talk to the left and caressed her boob with my slightly parted mouth. I moved a lilliputian farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within reach. I traced her nipple along my pep pill and lower lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my tongue, and gently licked her pap. I heard moaning from the mouths above me, but didn't know if it was from the young woman'kissing or my easy suction on her nipple. Either way, it turned me on.

The lady friend broke their kiss, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my sassing. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and intumesce, and was the sexiest dead body part I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blond, still wearing her sunglasses, brought her right hand up in front of me, and said,"OK, to jack up off, place your thumb and forefinger together to crap a doughnut. And then slue it over your dick, like this."

The head of my dick was swollen to a much turgid size than she could make with her finger and thumb. When she shoved it down over my head, every muscle in my dead body twitched. She slowly slid it down to the floor of my quill and then started back up. I felt my pecker get even harder. On her slow stroke back up, the clear pre-cum began to exudate out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the shaft. When the blonde's hand met my succus, it ran onto the back of her hand. I swallowed hard as now I knew I was no longer in control of my senses, the two girls were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her hand all the way off my putz and lifted it to her mouth, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the back of her handwriting to the brunet, who extended her tongue to taste my juice. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's small tan hand. When she had licked it clean, the blonde resumed stroking my dick, but my pre-cum would only take it slippery for a couple of strokes, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the cornerstone of my diaphysis, causing my swollen head word to turn over-embellished.

She said to the brunette,"Can you paw me the baby oil ?"

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the child oil. She handed it to the blonde without speaking a word. I was leaning against the brunette's chest, and could feel her pap pushing into my backbone. I realized I was feeling her hard tit pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't make she had removed her top too. That sent another shiver of pleasure through my eubstance and made my dick pulse.

The blonde made her men slippery with the oil, and placed them around my calamus. True to her word, she was stroking me with the roundabout made by her thumb and finger. Her clench was just the right pressure as she stroked up and down, while her other hand cupped my testicle, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head every five or six strokes, and it was the most pleasance I had ever felt—much serious than my wet dreams.
I felt my muscles begin to tighten in my tummy and groin. I was focused on the blonde's pap as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The teat were no longer upright, but they were still very sexy, perched atop her small, firm nipple. The brunette was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her mamilla on my spine, and I could experience her warm tegument against mine.

Suddenly, pre-cum started to flux out of my tip like a spigot had been turned on. I didn't know what this meant, but apparently the girls did. The blonde alternated one tight, tedious stroke, with two, twinkle, fast throw, and my brain was scrambled. The brawn in my belly and groin fasten promote, I took a cryptical breath, and my dick pulsed one more metre. Even I was impressed with the size of my dick as my coming approached.

My oculus moved from the blonde's tits to my dick. My muscles were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet pipe dream. I could finger every sinew in my body begin to reduce. I felt the hot waiver of cum, leaving my balls, flowing up my shaft, and I started to groan from trench in my throat. But at the first sound I made, the brunet's bridge player immediately left my dresser and they both tightly covered my mouth. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… baby. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my intimation could escape my lungs now.

The minute she covered my backtalk and stifled my groan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my dick, and she had changed her grip, so that her thumb was rubbing on the fundament side of meat of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her slight fingers softly stroked the top side of meat. The gratifying build-up started minutes ago, and suddenly, with intense military unit, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunet was still covering my mouthpiece, because my cum would take hit my face if not for her hands. Cum was splashing against the backbone of her work force, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to escape the clutches of the brunette. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my dick firmly in both hired hand. It made my trunk twitch up and down, and I couldn't ascendence myself. My cum was all over my chest and stomach, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet pipe dream.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her bridge player off my cum covered shaft,"full boy. How do you feel ?"

I responded,"Great ! That was the best climax I've ever had. You are both were wonderful to me, and I'm happy you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunet, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her arms around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my chest of drawers on her blazonry. She leaned her head against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever reason, that scene shivering down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my pap harden again. She followed with a quickly collar of my nipples, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attention, but the blond had already stood up. I laid back savorless on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the lady friend. They each took turns helping the other tie their bikini upside behind their necks and rachis. Then a sudden idea hit my mind.

Glancing up at them, I said,"You both made me sense incredible, did it reverse you on too ?"

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunette took off her hat, and they both removed their shades. They looked untried than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's waist and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunette put her drumhead on the blonde's shoulder joint. zippo was happening, and I was wondering if time was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her left hand on her tum, and slowly slid her long fingers down her inflect belly and into her bikini. Her fingers moved to the prat of her pussy, hidden from my eyeshot, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her rectify hired man and took the brunette's arm, just above the wrist. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her face, put them in her mouth, and closed her sass around them.
I said, referring to my earlier interrogative,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blonde around her backbone, and their rose hip were pressed against each other. The blond took her correct hired hand and put it into her own bikini fanny. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her bottoms and pulled her deal back out, the blonde kept her hand in her undersurface, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingers up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a quick intimation, squeezed her optic tightly shut, and her organic structure shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunet to sustain to support her friend.

The blonde removed her hand from her bottoms, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet finger's breadth down in figurehead of my look. The flavor was new to me, and my first whiff caused my nostril to fully give up to subscribe to it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my lip and reached up to admit her fingers inside. The salty, afters, musky flavor was unbelievable on my clapper. In gain to my new-found fancy for the gustatory perception of cunt, I felt my shaft starting to get hard again.

The girls were watching me with big smiling. But when they saw the effect on my dick of licking the blonde's pussy juice off of her finger, they started to laugh, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that peter away. We had a bully time with you, but we have to go down below to conjoin our friends."
Even though they had already told me otherwise, I had to ask,"What are your names ? When can we get together again ? You two are wondrous !"
The blond replied,"We told you earlier this was a old affair. You don't need to sleep together our names. We're in college, you're still in eminent schooling. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your perch and looking at us down below on the rock ledge. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the tummy and knocked the wind out of me. My smile disappeared. I pulled my board shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to pass on it back to the brunette. She saw me get going to move towards her with the dirty towel, held up a hand, and said,"Keep it -- something to think us by."

I stood there dejected, as the girls put on their hat. The blond stepped forward initiative, and softly kissed me on the rim. darn, it made my prick pulse and scratch to raise. She said,"We will always be down there when you want to see us."I had no response, as that was not what I wanted to hear. She leaned forward, for what I thought was going to be another flabby leave kiss, and she put her oral fissure firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my lower lip into her mouth, and bit down hard on it. Her bite broke the skin and it hurt, but it was all it took to have my tool get fully hard again. The blonde looked me in the eye, smiled with a guilty grin, and then turned and walked away, headed down the lead to the rock candy ledge below.

The brunet stepped forward and hugged me with her arms around my waste. Her left helping hand gently grabbed my shaft in my pant leg, and caressed it from theme to tip. She said,"I didn't get to touch your dick while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her travelling bag got a trivial firmer on my shaft, and again, my pre-cum made a wet spot on my shorts.

I said,"I would be glad to ease up you a round stroking my dick… I think I have recovered now."

The brunet's oral cavity was close to my ear, and she whispered,"I'm sorry, Jackie and I agreed to which one of us would stroke your dick, and it would only be a one-time thing. You are perfectly capable of getting yourself off now, and we will be on display for you down on the rocks ledge anytime you are ready."

At this item, it was evident the girls were going to be true to their Christian Bible : erstwhile, and one-time only. I said,"You told me Jackie's name, what's yours ?"

As she leaned to my ear to respond, I put both my arms around her shoulders and pulled her body soused against mine."My name is amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi gold, I'm Will. You are a wonderful woman. I know you got turned on today and I want to taste you again."

That said, I slid my mightily hand down inside the book binding of her bikini, across her unruffled butt, and my fingers found the wetness at the bottom of her pussy. I had never felt anything as gentle, hot and slippery as Amber's pussy rim. As I played with her easy rim, her stifle got weak and I had to abide her with my impart arm around her waist. gold put her face close to mine and kissed me knockout. I pulled my hand out of her bikini, and brought my fingers to my sass to taste her. She pulled her mouth back, giving space for my fingers. As soon as I brought my hand to my lip, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own succus from my soaked fingers. I held my fingers between our mouth, and we shared the terrific look of her pussy together. It felt like my peter might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

amber moved her head back over to my left shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't screw if I can keep my dedication that this is a one-time thing. It was fun to play like this, but I need your peter inside of me, and that can't happen right now. When I saw you naked, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's hand, and then your cum on my manus, I knew you would be fuss for me. The way you smell, the way you taste, and how you feel, is what I am looking for in a partner. I ca n't believe I found you up here, but have n't decided yet if I 'll be back. I do n't really know much about you Will."

This was all new territory for me -- a woman confessing her desire to be with me. At a loss for words, and all of the sexual energy redirected as emotional vigour, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friends down on the ledge. I 'm sure you will figure out your feel. The future time you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

amber shook her head and smiled. She gave me one last kiss. I could still feel the welt on my lip from Jackie 's bite. We dropped our embrace, and she looked into my eyes one conclusion time, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

Amber picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the trail to the rock'n'roll shelf below. I watched her walk away, saddened by her departure, but still feeling very aroused from the sight of her nubile torso .