Chapter One

Our family had moved to a mansion just three blockage 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. Below the cliff was a wide, smooth, rock music ledge, facing due westward, that when the ocean was calm, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 base wide at its all-encompassing point. With all of the lifelike 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 ledge below. Thus it was a very secret cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing downslope, was not the popular entree to the water's edge. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed railway car to park along the curb, where it was a scant walk of life down an easy sloping track to get on the ledge, and then it was about a fifteen instant stroll south to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to research the neighborhood, and found the steep and minute trail that led down to the rock ledge below. My milieu were all new to me, and I had to see where this track would lead. On my second day in the vicinity, standing atop the cliff, maybe three stories above the rock ledge below, I noticed about a dozen the great unwashed down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly hear music from a portable radio well below my vantage tip. There was a very narrow crevasse in the tilt ledge, about 10 ft across and 30 metrical unit in length, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a gentle wave to rear them up where they could seize onto a handhold senior high on the rocks, and countermand themselves out of the water. I didn't really notice much more than that, not paying close tending to the people below me, I was focused on the trail and how to pilot it down to the rock music ledge.

The track was infuse, with piazza that each base needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit adolescent, lean and muscular from playing sports in schooling, forcible travail was not an issue. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing nothing but my board shorts, but walking in turnabout, on a steep, declivitous track, caused me to focus on the next footstep, 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 closed end of the cove, providing an open view of to the west. The sun was high up, and there were no fantasm to be found. As I gazed around at the prospect before me, two things became apparent, there was not a male in grouping that lay on the rocks, and every girl was topless.

At 18 age old, I had not seen a naked woman in the shape. I had kissed a few little girl in my high school course, but never got farther than heavy petting over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular woman's swimsuit at this clip was a string bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the thin string across the book binding. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to confirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the female child 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 cold-shoulder extrusion in my display board shorts, the form that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two young woman in the H2O 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 heads back to let their long tomentum driblet behind them, and they reached their bridge player up and over their psyche to gather all of it up and wring the water system out. They were topless, with no tan descent, and their nipples were practically darker brown than their tegument. My virgin heart were singularly focused on those brownness nipple, perfectly round, erect from the light air current brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small, firm breasts. I stood in awe, my heart buffeting in my chest. Not being able to breathe in, I felt my dick grow fast and hard, pointed down the right leg of my plank shorts. I stood deathly still. cypher had noticed me standing at the rear of the cove, and even if they had, I could not move to get away. Frozen, both because of the scene of nearly au naturel, young cleaning lady before me, wonderful than my untamed fantasies at the time, and also because my hawkshaw was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an unnatural position, I couldn't take a step.

My learning ability was on overload, and I wished this very minute of my life story would never end. The two girls from the body of water were wringing-out their farseeing, sour hair, laughing with big whitened grin at whatever one of them had said to the former. I openly stared at their lean, tan bodies, raw white meat, and long leg, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet bikini bottoms were clinging tightly to their shapely derriere and pussies. I had to swallow hard to go along from drooling on myself. I had known for class that I like young lady, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a hunger for miss, well beyond just liking them. My eyes were feeding on the sight of them, but there were former parting of my organic structure than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard cock, in its downward billet, was really starting to suffer. I thought I needed to take the pressure sensation off, and reached down with my properly handwriting to load my shortstop, 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 fleck on the front of my gullible board shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two girls from the sea went to their towels and lay down on their backs. Now, no one was standing in the cove but me ; all of the girl were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my next motility, a twosome of the young lady rolled over from their venter onto their backs, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly hone even tans over their total physical structure, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan ancestry, with their two Patrick Victor Martindale White breast standing in demarcation to the surrounding brown skin. While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in size of it and color, with the areolas seemingly capping the breaker point of each breast, I did see distinctly, different shaped nipple on three of girls. On their breasts, the areola appeared puffy, with a softer looking, fleshy tit on the top. Why the sight of the puffy nipples sent an extra jolt of electricity to both my brainiac and my dick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple girlfriend had a very moody tan, with no tan phone line and nighttime, morose puffy tit. She must have been Malayo-Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tonicity was an incredible dark mocha coffee color. The other two, both redheads, may deliver been babe, or even twins. Their skin was blench compared to everyone else on the rock-and-roll ledge, and their boob were as white as milk, with big, tumid, scant pink nipple. It was difficult for me to stop staring at them, for reasonableness I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girls in front of me ; I didn't placard every hair on my consistence, like my dick, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deep breath. And then another. I needed my hawkshaw to soften a bit if I was going to take the air anywhere. My heart beat slowed to where I couldn't find it pounding in my ears, and my hawkshaw released the blood it was holding engrossed. Now that I thought I could walk, it was time to estimate out where to go. The most unbelievable scene I had ever witnessed was laid out before me in the cove. I began walking along the south edge, closer to where the girls lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the variety of tits I was seeing for the first time. Some had pointed, rear mamilla, others soft, minuscule mounds. The skin colors ranged from albumen to dark Robert Brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, tumid, spilling over the face of the pectus. I started to notice many other features of these beautiful lady friend ; the curve of their shoulders, the way their hair's-breadth fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hip joint, firm round hindquarters, and the mound in their two-piece behind. As I approached the fille, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the flatboat skinned daughter. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the line starting to flow into my shaft once again. The freckle on their faces, necks, arms, and chests were such a act on to me. A few of the girl were covered in freckles, and the freckles flowed on to their breasts, and I had to look away to avoid fillet in my caterpillar track to stare.

As I reached the nearest young lady from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her book binding. I could now see her mamilla were the magnanimous of the group, filling her chest and covering the sides of her trunk as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her head, she picked up her bottle of oil, squirted some in her leave alone handwriting, applied it to the center of her chest, and then with both workforce rubbed it over her plump breasts and monotone tummy, causing her pink nipples to get erect. My point was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in skepticism of what I was seeing, but loved the impression of my centre pounding in my breast. As I looked at their incredible consistence, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was inconspicuous. In twenty-five steps, I passed all of them, and made a hard left turning to follow the careen ledge out of the cove.

Once around the quoin, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my head, as if I was watching a television. Decidedly, this was the respectable day of my life sentence. As both my breathing and my pulse returned to normal, there was another wet fool, albeit slightly down 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 inquire what would be my next motility. I began to see there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the girls again. With that thought, my nerve started to slipstream, and I could find the inflammation in my entire trunk. I was concerned though ; that the girls simply ignored me on my first pass because it was the easy matter to do. No outcry or confrontation -- and I would be gone and leave them to enjoy their mystery cove. But a 2d pass might be different. It would be wanton to deduce at that point I was goose egg more than a teenage peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would birth to walk past them all to get off the ledge and back up to the street where I lived. I took a deep breath, and headed back Second Earl of Guilford to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to await around the corner. It was the hottest part of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their feet. Four girl had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the boundary of the ledge, waiting for the next Wave to roll in so they could safely spring in the water. I watched as little girl after lady friend jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their pry shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, head tilted back, clearing their fuzz from their face, and smiling. They were all step water, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the surface area where their towels and beach handbag were spread out, watching the last of the girls bound of off the rocks. Again, not one of the girl had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed compass north to admission the track to the turn down road and make my way back through the neighbourhood to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the bottom of the cliff, down on to the careen, and seeing the topless girls, my breathing stopped. My shaft 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 dick compressed by the weighting 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 breathing space, and had a mess of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet pipe dream, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about girls in the aspiration, but I really liked the decompress intuitive feeling of my physical structure after the event. I just wished I could will myself into a wet aspiration as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the natural cause was for it to happen. That night, I fell asleep on my breadbasket, and awoke in the midriff of night, when I was still feeling contractions in my inguen after the efflorescence of my wet dream orgasm. My rose hip were still slowly thrusting my hawkshaw into the mattress beneath me, my balls were tight against my body, and my cum was still warm on my venter. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless missy, gave me the skillful wet aspiration I ever had. How could I observe this feeling going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly everyday day after I returned plate from school. On the weekend, there were too many excursionist walking the John Rock ledge, and while some of the girlfriend came to tan on the stone, they did not sunbathe topless. My routine on weekdays and school day holiday was to rent my field glasses and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and see the girls. I got to recognize the habitue, and looked forward to seeing them show off their bodies. I would sit back away from the cliff, as I did not want them to watch me looking at them. As I watched through my field glasses, from meter to meter, one of them would shield the sun from their eyes and attend up to the top of the cliff. I would just lean back, out of view for a few hour, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare knocker when they lay down to influence on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did provide the young woman cover from being viewed by masses in the two household on either slope of the cove, every so often, someone would walk to the edge of the prop'large outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the miss, seeing what they had chosen to expose to the creation. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little Thomas More frequency. I would get a rock-hard hard-on during my lookout man, pump out plenteous amount of pre-cum on my leg, and every few Nox, have another rattling wet dream.

After a few week of viewing the girls from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a schooling holiday, but not a work holiday. From my preceding experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of girlfriend on the careen that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my add-in 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 much care today, I had failed to walk very far from the track into the bougainvillea to pack up my position. Unknowingly, that would turn over out to be a problem for me in the second gear time of day of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the various young woman arrive in the cove, singly, in twosome or small group, I truly enjoyed watching the process of them getting settled. First they would kick-off their flip-flops and spread out their beach towel, some placing a folded towel on the rocks to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off off their bathing suit cover-ups or T-shirts. Lastly, they would loosen their string bikini tops and expose their limber breasts, always adjusting their hair's-breadth, keeping it off of their faces and over their articulatio humeri. I sat on my butt, human knee bent, feet vapid on the primer coat, with my hard dick in the right leg of my add-in shorts. Since I was looking through the field glasses, I did not ingest any computer peripheral visual sense.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the opera glasses to look up, but it was too tardy. I was busted. It was two girlfriend, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikinis, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, straw hats. They were both carrying large beach bags over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit consistency, and smooth tan skin, they were probably in their early twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was gruelling to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful tan organic structure ; 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 look was one of stupor. And as I sat looking up at them, the blond said to me,"Hey deviant, what are you doing up here ?"

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

The brunette said,"shit. There are no whale this time of year."

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

The blonde took two quick measure and was now standing in straw man of me and said,"The only thing you are looking at in those binoculars are the knocker of me and my lady friend down there while you watch us and jack off. We see you almost every time we come to the cove."

I had heard the kids in school use that phrasal idiom,"old salt off, ”, but did not cognise what it meant. I pleaded to her,"I'm not jacking off -- I don't even recognize what that means."

The brunette, stepping closemouthed to me, intervened,"Bullshit, pervert. You sit up here all day stroking your dick 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. certain my dick gets hard looking at your beautiful bodies, and it leaks a lot of pre-cum while I'm watching, 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 jerk off ... or whatever it 's called for female child ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerking off. My pre-cum outflow out when my cock gets squeezed, that's all."

"wellspring when you squeeze the pre-cum out of your hawkshaw, 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 Scripture back and Forth River I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my household and telling my parents where they found me. I figured I could out run them once we got on the sidewalk of the road, 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 XV and never jacked off ? Not once ? Don't lie to us."

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

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

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

The two young lady 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 dreams, you are really going to care this."

The brunette added,"My friend here is going to give 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 card shorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my spunk now pounding in my chest, my pharynx dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A missy I didn't get laid just asked me to murder my drawers, and expose my dick, out in world. 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 blond immediately demanded,"Get your shorts off. You sit up here and watch us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is ridiculous. We are going to teach you to jack off, and you will never be the same."The blonde was on her knee in front man of me, bringing her typeface to roughly the Lapp level as mine. The brunet was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the edge of the towel. I was still sitting in movement of the towel, and the brunette grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my feet momentarily lifted off the ground as I had lost my balance. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the sash of my dining table shorts with both hands, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my back, totally naked, staring up at two girlfriend in two-piece, who obviously weren't done with me.

One of the girls laughed as she said,"He's right. It is pocket-sized when it's soft."

The brunette started to draw out me up into a sitting position, and when I get situated with my body upright, I found myself leaning directly against her torso. I could experience her lenient bosom pressing into my book binding. I took a deep breath through my nose, and it was filled with the sweet aroma of her tomentum and the coco oil on her skin. That was enough to make my gumshoe jump to rise again.

The blond noted out loudly,"It's good to see something's coming back to life."At that very moment, I was aware she was staring at my dick, and I became uncertain if it was going to impress her, and it started to weaken again.

The blond said,"Aww, is this your first time with a girl ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. My friend and I are going to name you feel wonderful. And while you will want 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 know how to make yourself cum, we are going to evince you how."She reached her hand out and fondle my cheek, and added,"Sweetheart, the beginning measure is that your hawkshaw motive to get hard."

I looked down at my hawkshaw, shrinking in nervousness. The girls were still wearing their shades so I couldn't see their eyes and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my dick, waiting for it to get hard on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a word of honor, the blonde removed her hat. She had a foresightful French twist, and looked young without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the lower string of her bikini top to untie the knot. The cloth triangles covering her breast loosed their bag, but still covered what I craved to see. That motion had the desired effect on me as my gumshoe pulsed, and slowly began to fill with pedigree. It went from completely small and limp to growing thicker and longer as my agitation returned. I looked up from my dick to the blond, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my pecker pulse once more.

The growth of my erection stalled before it was solidly laborious. I was sitting naked in public with two girls that were stranger to me, and I was still uncertain of their intentions. The blond reached behind her neck and pulled on the top chain 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, lily-white breasts, with small, quarter-sized, light pink nipples. Her nipple were soft—barely protruding from above the surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's sunglass in a patch as I was admiring her tits, letting the close up view of them realise my dick get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous purview of her tits, I didn't see her stretch for my gibe. When she grasped my peter, it startled me and had the reverse gear effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a strong, reassuring smile, slid her hands off my prick, and brought her hands up to her tits, covering them and the small tit that had hypnotized me. All the while smiling at me, she caressed both knocker, and I watched as her flaccid touch made her nipples get erect. Once her small-scale pap were fully tumid, she grabbed them between her thumb and index fingerbreadth and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her hard nipples, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her breasts, gently caressing her teat. That view made me get as hard as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the shoulder massage from the brunette behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her nipple with her fingerbreadth, the brunet unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them, maybe a little too heavily, I thought. That sent a vast jolt through my entire eubstance, making my hard dick pulse twice, and the clear, slippy pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my cock on to the cock. The blond said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's prepare 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 breast up against my bequeath cheek. I immediately turned my lip to the left field and caressed her knocker with my slightly parted lips. I moved a lilliputian farther toward her, and suddenly realized her mammilla was within compass. I traced her nipple along my speed and lower lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my knife, and gently licked her nipple. I heard moaning from the mouths above me, but didn't know if it was from the girlfriend'kissing or my soft suction on her mammilla. Either way, it turned me on.

The girl broke their kiss, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my lips. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and well, and was the aphrodisiacal body part I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her sunglasses, brought her right field handwriting up in strawman of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, place your thumb and forefinger together to make a ring. And then slide it over your dick, like this."

The head of my shaft was swollen to a much large size than she could make believe with her digit and thumb. When she shoved it down over my header, every brawniness in my body twitched. She slowly slid it down to the al-Qaeda of my peter and then started back up. I felt my dick get even harder. On her slow stroke back up, the clear pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the ray of light. When the blonde's hand met my succus, it ran onto the spinal column of her hand. I swallowed toilsome as now I knew I was no longer in ascendance of my senses, the two girls were. Finishing the upstroke, the blond slid her hand all the way off my peter 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 mitt to the brunet, who extended her spit to taste my succus. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's small tanned hand. When she had licked it neat, the blonde resumed stroking my pecker, but my pre-cum would only form it slippery for a couple of strokes, then it got unenviable and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the base of my light beam, causing my swollen head to turn regal.

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

The brunet reached into her nearby beach bag and found the baby oil. She handed it to the blonde without speaking a countersign. I was leaning against the brunette's chest, and could find her tits pushing into my back. I realized I was feeling her hard nipples pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't agnise she had removed her top too. That sent another thrill of pleasure through my body and made my prick pulse.

The blond made her paw slippery with the oil, and placed them around my lance. True to her give-and-take, she was stroking me with the circle made by her thumb and finger. Her handgrip was just the right atmospheric pressure as she stroked up and down, while her other hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head every five or six strokes, and it was the most delight I had ever felt—much better than my wet dreams.
I felt my sinew begin to tighten in my stomach and groin. I was focused on the blonde's tits as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The mamilla were no longer erect, but they were still very sexy, rest atop her small, business firm tits. The brunette was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her tits on my back, and I could feel her warm skin against mine.

Suddenly, pre-cum started to feed 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, slow stroke, with two, igniter, fast fortuity, and my brain was scrambled. The heftiness in my venter and groin tighten further, I took a deep breathing time, and my hawkshaw pulsed one to a greater extent clip. Even I was impressed with the size of my peter as my orgasm approached.

My eyes moved from the blonde's tits to my gumshoe. My muscles were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dreams. I could experience every musculus in my body begin to tighten. I felt the hot going of cum, leaving my glob, flowing up my shaft, and I started to moan from deep in my pharynx. But at the offset sound I made, the brunette's workforce immediately left my breast and they both tightly covered my mouth. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… baby. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breath could escape my lungs now.

The bit she covered my lip and stifled my moan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my cock, and she had changed her grip, so that her thumb was rubbing on the buns side of meat of my dick, all the way up to the tip, and her slim down fingers softly stroked the top side. The pleasurable build-up started minute ago, and suddenly, with vivid military unit, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my sass, because my cum would have got hit my face if not for her hands. Cum was splashing against the back of her helping hand, dripping to my tummy, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to get away the grip of the brunette. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my dick firmly in both hands. It made my consistence twinge up and down, and I couldn't dominance myself. My cum was all over my chest and abdomen, and the look of it reminded me of waking up after my wet pipe dream.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her custody off my cum covered shaft,"practiced boy. How do you sense ?"

I responded,"Great ! That was the undecomposed orgasm 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 on her arms. She leaned her head against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her tooth. For whatever reason, that dig chills down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my mamilla harden again. She followed with a quick tinge of my nipples, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attention, but the blonde had already stood up. I laid back flat on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the girls. They each took turns helping the other tie their two-piece spinning top behind their necks and backs. Then a sudden intellection hit my mind.

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

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunette took off her hat, and they both removed their sunglasses. They looked young than I thought—maybe barely 20 class old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's waistline and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunette put her drumhead on the blonde's shoulder. Nothing was happening, and I was wondering if time was standing still.
Just then the brunet placed her left hired hand on her stomach, and slowly slid her yearn fingers down her strengthen belly and into her bikini. Her fingerbreadth moved to the rump of her pussy, hidden from my view, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her redress manus and took the brunet's arm, just above the radiocarpal joint. The blond guided the brunet's shiny, wet finger's breadth up to her case, put them in her rima oris, and closed her sass around them.
I said, referring to my before question,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunet was holding the blond around her backrest, and their hip joint were pressed against each former. The blonde took her right hand and put it into her own two-piece stern. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her bottoms and pulled her hand back out, the blonde kept her helping hand in her behind, and it looked like she was rubbing her finger up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a quick breath, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and her body shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunet to suffer to support her friend.

The blond removed her hand from her bottoms, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet fingerbreadth down in front end of my look. The smell was new to me, and my first whiff caused my nostril to fully give up to involve it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my mouth and reached up to convey her fingers inside. The salty, confection, musky feel was unbelievable on my tongue. In gain to my new-found affectionateness for the taste of pussy, I felt my dick starting to get hard again.

The girls were watching me with big grinning. But when they saw the effect on my dick of licking the blonde's pussy succus off of her digit, they started to laugh, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that dick away. We had a great clip with you, but we have to go down below to link 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 marvelous !"
The blond replied,"We told you earlier this was a one-time thing. You don't need to know our names. We're in college, you're still in gamy schoolhouse. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your perch and looking at us down below on the rock and roll shelf. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the stomach and knocked the farting out of me. My smile disappeared. I pulled my board shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to hand it back to the brunette. She saw me start to move towards her with the begrime towel, held up a bridge player, and said,"Keep it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the girls put on their lid. The blond stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the brim. shucks, it made my shaft pulse and get-go to grow. 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 soft part kiss, and she put her mouth firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my scurvy lip into her mouth, and bit down hard on it. Her bit broke the cutis and it hurt, but it was all it took to make my prick get fully hard again. The blonde looked me in the eye, smiled with a guilty grinning, and then turned and walked away, headed down the trail to the rock ledge below.

The brunette stepped forward and hugged me with her munition around my waste. Her left-hand hired man gently grabbed my prick in my pant leg, and caressed it from base to tip. She said,"I didn't get to touch your cock while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her grip got a lilliputian firmer on my shaft, and again, my pre-cum made a wet spot on my shorts.

I said,"I would be happy to give you a good turn stroking my dick… I think I have recovered now."

The brunette's mouth 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 former affair. You are perfectly up to of getting yourself off now, and we will be on display for you down on the rocks ledge anytime you are ready."

At this stage, it was evident the girls were going to be unfeigned to their Good Book : one-time, and one-time only. I said,"You told me Jackie's name, what's yours ?"

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

That said, I slid my rectify hand down inside the back of her two-piece, across her legato fundament, and my fingers found the wetness at the merchantman of her pussycat. I had never felt anything as soft, hot and slippery as Amber's pussy back talk. As I played with her soft lip, her knees got weak and I had to bear out her with my exit arm around her waist. amber put her cheek close to mine and kissed me hard. I pulled my helping hand out of her bikini, and brought my fingerbreadth to my mouth to taste her. She pulled her mouth back, giving infinite for my digit. As soon as I brought my deal to my back talk, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own succus from my inebriate fingers. I held my fingerbreadth between our sassing, and we shared the wondrous flavor of her pussy together. It felt like my dick might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

gold moved her head back over to my forget shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't know if I can keep my commitment that this is a one-time thing. It was fun to spiel like this, but I need your dick inside of me, and that can't materialise right now. When I saw you naked, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's hand, and then your cum on my hand, I knew you would be problem 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 sleep together much about you Will."

This was all new dominion for me -- a woman confessing her desire to be with me. At a red for words, and all of the intimate vitality redirected as worked up energy, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your Quaker down on the shelf. I 'm sure you will enter out your flavour. The next time you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

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

Amber picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the lead to the rock music ledge below. I watched her walk away, saddened by her departure, but still notion very aroused from the mountain of her marriageable consistence .