Chapter One

Our family had moved to a family just three blocks off of the Pacific ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the boundary of a cliff overlooking the water. Below the cliff was a full, smooth, rock ledge, facing due west, that when the ocean was calm, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local anesthetic university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 feet all-embracing at its widest point. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the drop-off, made it unmanageable for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the rock shelf below. Thus it was a very private cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular access to the H2O's boundary. Two streets below, and well to the due north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed auto to park along the curb, where it was a myopic walk down an easy sloping track to get on the ledge, and then it was about a xv minute stroll South to hit the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to explore the neighborhood, and found the steep and constringe track that led down to the rock-and-roll shelf below. My milieu were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would top. On my second day in the neighborhood, standing atop the cliff, maybe three narration above the rock-and-roll ledge below, I noticed about a twelve people down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly discover euphony from a portable radiocommunication well below my vantage compass point. There was a very narrow crevasse in the rock ledge, about 10 ft across and 30 feet in length, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a entitle wave to lift them up where they could grab onto a handhold high on the rocks, and lift themselves out of the water. I didn't really notice much more than that, not paying confining attending to the mass below me, I was focused on the trail and how to navigate it down to the rock 'n' roll ledge.

The trail was steep, with property that each human foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit adolescent, lean and brawny from playing sports in school, physical elbow grease was not an exit. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing cipher but my board drawers, but walking in reversal, on a steep, downhill lead, caused me to concenter on the succeeding step, and not thinking about what I would find at the end of my journey. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the come together end of the cove, providing an undetermined horizon of to the west. The sun was high, and there were no phantasm to be found. As I gazed around at the picture before me, two things became apparent, 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 bare woman in the anatomy. I had kissed a few girls in my senior high school class, but never got farther than heavy petting over their vesture, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular cleaning woman's bathing costume at this prison term was a string bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the thin drawstring across the dorsum. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to confirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the young woman in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their tummy or back, or sitting up facing the water. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to swallow, and I felt a cold-shoulder puffiness in my board shorts, the kind that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two girls in the water below, But when a good sized moving ridge lifted them up, they grabbed a clench of the rock 'n' roll ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the aerofoil, and stood up. They were dripping with the warm sea body of water, and both tilted their heading back to let their long hair drop behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their drumhead to pile up all of it up and wring the body of water out. They were topless, with no tan line of credit, and their tit were much darker brown than their skin. My virgin eyes were singularly focused on those John Brown nipples, perfectly round, erect from the light wind brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small, firm breasts. I stood in awe, my heart throbbing in my chest. Not being able to breathe in, I felt my dick grow fast and hard, pointed down the right leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. nonentity 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 scene of nearly nude, Pres Young char before me, magisterial than my wildest fantasy at the clock time, and also because my dick was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my gasp leg in an unnatural position, I couldn't take a step.

My psyche was on overload, and I wished this very minute of my life would never end. The two lady friend from the water were wringing-out their long, dark haircloth, laughing with big clean smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their lean, tanned bodies, naked breasts, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swimming. Their wet bikini bottoms were clinging tightly to their shapely nates and cunt. I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling on myself. I had known for years that I like girls, but what I was feeling at this minute was more like a hunger for girls, well beyond just liking them. My center were feeding on the great deal of them, but there were other piece of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My toilsome dick, in its downward position, was really starting to offend. I thought I needed to take the pressure off, and reached down with my right hand to stretch my short circuit, 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 front of my green table shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two girls 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 young woman were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my succeeding move, a duo of the girls rolled over from their stomachs onto their dorsum, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly stark even topaz over their entire bodies, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan lines, with their two Patrick Victor Martindale White bosom standing in dividing line to the surrounding dark-brown tegument. While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in size and color, with the areola seemingly capping the point of each breast, I did see distinctly, unlike shaped nipples on three of girls. On their breasts, the areolas appeared puffy, with a indulgent looking, heavy nipple on the top. Why the scene of the puffy nipples sent an extra jolt of electricity to both my brain and my dick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple fille had a very dingy tan, with no tan stock and dark, dark puffy nipples. She must own been Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tone was an incredible dark mocha color. The early two, both redheads, may take in been sisters, or even similitude. Their pelt was pale compared to everyone else on the tilt ledge, and their white meat were as white as milk, with big, tumid, illuminate pink mammilla. It was unmanageable 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 poster every hair on my torso, like my hawkshaw, was standing at attention.

I finally took a cryptic breathing place. And then another. I needed my dick to dampen a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My ticker beat slowed to where I couldn't palpate it pounding in my pinna, and my dick released the bloodline it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could walk, it was time to visualize 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 Dixie bound, finisher to where the lady friend lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the variety of tits I was seeing for the first clock time. Some had pointed, erect nipples, others soft, modest mounds. The peel gloss ranged from blanched to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, larger, spilling over the position of the chest. I started to notice many other lineament of these beautiful daughter ; the bender of their shoulders, the way their fuzz fell on their faces, the off-white protruding at the pelvic girdle, firm round of drinks bum, and the mound in their two-piece bottoms. As I approached the young woman, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the lighter skinned girlfriend. Seeing that, and without reasonableness, I felt the blood beginning to run into my hawkshaw once again. The freckles on their faces, necks, weaponry, and chests were such a bout on to me. A few of the girls were covered in freckles, and the freckles flowed on to their boob, and I had to calculate away to avoid fillet in my tracks to stare.

As I reached the close girl from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her back. I could now see her tits were the heavy of the group, filling her chest and covering the side of meat of her physical structure 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 bridge player, applied it to the inwardness of her chest of drawers, and then with both bridge player rubbed it over her plump breasts and flat stomach, causing her pink nipple to become erect. My oral sex was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from young lady to girl, in unbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the touch sensation of my heart pounding in my bureau. As I looked at their incredible bodies, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was inconspicuous. In twenty-five whole step, I passed all of them, and made a intemperate left wing turn to follow the rock 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 video. Decidedly, this was the comfortably day of my biography. As both my external respiration and my pulsing returned to normal, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly bring down on my short, from the pre-cum leaking from my dick.

I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to question what would be my future move. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the lady friend again. With that thought, my heart started to airstream, and I could feel the excitement in my full physical structure. I was concerned though ; that the young woman simply ignored me on my first mountain pass because it was the easiest affair to do. No yell or encounter -- and I would be gone and exit them to enjoy their secret cove. But a mo passport might be unlike. It would be easy to derive at that decimal point I was zip more than a adolescent peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice 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 deep breathing space, and headed back North to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to calculate around the recession. It was the live part of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their feet. Four fille 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 range in so they could safely jump in the water system. I watched as girl after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their nose shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, fountainhead tilted back, clearing their hair from their expression, and smiling. They were all treading water, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the area where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the last of the girls bound of off the rocks. Again, not one of the girls had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed north to access the path to the small road and make my way back through the vicinity to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each fourth dimension I thought about getting to the bottom of the cliff, down on to the rocks, and seeing the topless 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 breadbasket, my dick compressed by the free weight of my body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this degree 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 underclothes. I enjoyed my wet dreams, vaguely recalling some of the fantasy about young lady in the dream, but I really liked the relaxed touch of my torso after the event. I just wished I could will myself into a wet ambition as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the instinctive cause was for it to happen. That Night, I fell asleep on my venter, and awoke in the center of night, when I was still feeling muscular contraction in my groin after the peak of my wet pipe dream coming. My hips were still slowly thrusting my pecker into the mattress beneath me, my chunk were tight against my body, and my cum was still lovesome on my stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those braless girls, gave me the dependable wet dreaming I ever had. How could I keep this smell going ?

The cove became my relief valve. I went nearly everyday day after I returned base from school day. On the weekend, there were too many sightseers walking the rock-and-roll ledge, and while some of the girls came to tan on the rocks, they did not sunbathe topless. My modus operandi on weekdays and school holidays was to take my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and watch the girls. I got to realize the fixture, and looked forward to seeing them show off their physical structure. I would sit back away from the drop, as I did not want them to view me looking at them. As I watched through my binoculars, from clip to time, one of them would shield the sun from their middle and see up to the top of the cliff. I would just incline back, out of view for a few transactions, and then would summarise looking at their glorious bare breasts when they lay down to work on improving their sunburn. While the bougainvillea did provide the girlfriend cover from being viewed by multitude in the two mansion on either slope of the cove, every so often, individual would walk to the edge of the prop'vauntingly outdoor deck of cards, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to expose to the world. I was doing just the Lapplander, albeit with a little More frequency. I would get a rock-hard hard-on during my picket, pump out copious amounts of pre-cum on my leg, and every few nights, have another fantastic wet dream.

After a few workweek of viewing the female child from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a school holiday, but not a work vacation. From my past experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of lady friend on the rocks that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my board boxershorts and reversal, I had walked down from my household to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the Mae West of the lead leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the trail from my street to speculation down. Without paying often attention today, I had failed to take the air very far from the track into the bougainvillea to conduct up my office. Unknowingly, that would bend out to be a job for me in the second gear hour of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the various girls arrive in the cove, singly, in pairs or small mathematical group, I truly enjoyed watching the mental process of them getting settled. outset they would kick-off their flip-flops and spread out their beach towel, some placing a close up towel on the rock and roll to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their washup lawsuit cover-ups or jersey. Lastly, they would untie their drawstring bikini top and expose their supple bosom, always adjusting their hairsbreadth, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulders. I sat on my butt, articulatio genus bent, feet flat on the flat coat, with my hard dick in the right leg of my card shorts. Since I was looking through the opera glasses, I did not take any peripheral visual sensation.

Suddenly, I heard pace approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to count up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two little girl, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikini, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, straw hat. They were both carrying turgid beach bags over their shoulder joint with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit bodies, and smooth tan skin, they were probably in their early twenties, but neither one removed their hat or shades so it was gruelling to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful tanned body ; well-proportioned hips, and ample titty, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the verbalism on my cheek was one of jolt. And as I sat looking up at them, the blond said to me,"Hey pervert, what are you doing up here ?"

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

The brunet said,"Irish bull. There are no whales this fourth dimension of year."

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

The blonde took two quick tone and was now standing in figurehead of me and said,"The but thing you are looking at in those binoculars are the teat of me and my girlfriend down there while you watch us and jack off. We see you almost every clip we come to the cove."

I had heard the kids in shoal use that musical phrase,"jack off, ”, but did not acknowledge what it meant. I pleaded to her,"I'm not jacking off -- I don't even have sex what that means."

The brunet, stepping closelipped to me, intervened,"crap, degenerate. 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 pecker. I don't know what you are talking about. Sure my tool gets operose looking at your beautiful bodies, and it leaks a lot of pre-cum while I'm observation, 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 girls ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerk off. My pre-cum leaks out when my shaft gets squeezed, that's all."

"well when you squeeze the pre-cum out of your pecker, 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 early, mouthing words back and Forth I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my sign of the zodiac and telling my parents where they found me. I figured I could out run them once we got on the pavement 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 brunet 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 blond, looking at me sitting on the priming, said,"That wet stain from your pre-cum is pretty far down your shorts. bear witness us your putz. We want to see how big it is."

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

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

The brunette added,"My friend here is going to give you one of her particular 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 table shorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder joint at the towel, my pith now pounding in my chest, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A girl I didn't know just asked me to remove my pants, and endanger my dick, out in world. I'm sure as shooting 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 off. You sit up here and view us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is ridiculous. We are going to teach you to jack up off, and you will never be the same."The blond was on her genu in front end of me, bringing her face to roughly the same level as mine. The brunette 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 berm and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my infantry momentarily lifted off the ground as I had lost my balance. The blond moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my board shorts with both helping hand, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my back, totally bare, staring up at two female child in Bikini, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunet started to pull me up into a sitting stance, and when I get situated with my torso upright, I found myself leaning directly against her body. I could experience her lenient knocker pressing into my spinal column. I took a deep breath through my nose, and it was filled with the sweet smell of her hair and the coconut oil on her skin. That was enough to make my shaft start to spring up again.

The blonde noted out gimcrack,"It's right to see something's coming back to life."At that very moment, I was cognizant she was staring at my cock, and I became uncertain if it was going to imprint her, and it started to soften again.

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your first meter with a missy ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. My Friend and I are going to puddle 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 sleep together how to get to yourself cum, we are going to read you how."She reached her handwriting out and caress my cheek, and added,"steady, the first step is that your dick needs to get hard."

I looked down at my dick, shrinking in nervousness. The girls were still wearing their dark glasses 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 concentrated on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a word, the blonde removed her hat. She had a retentive French people plait, and looked younger without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the glower string of her bikini top to untie the international nautical mile. The cloth triangles covering her breasts loosed their grasp, but still covered what I craved to see. That movement had the trust upshot on me as my dick pulsed, and slowly began to replete with ancestry. It went from completely small and limp to growing thicker and longer as my excitement returned. I looked up from my dick to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my gumshoe pulse once more.

The outgrowth of my erection stalled before it was solidly hard. I was sitting naked in public with two girl that were alien to me, and I was still uncertain of their aim. The blonde reached behind her neck opening and pulled on the top string on her Bikini. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the chain and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, white breasts, with small, quarter-sized, light pink nipples. Her nipples were soft—barely protruding from above the surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's shades in a patch as I was admiring her tits, letting the conclusion up view of them piddle my dick get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her tits, I didn't see her reach for my jibe. When she grasped my pecker, it startled me and had the reverse gist from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring smiling, slid her hands off my tool, and brought her hands up to her knocker, covering them and the small nipples that had hypnotized me. All the while smiling at me, she caressed both breasts, and I watched as her subdued touch modality made her nipples get upright. Once her small tit were fully erect, she grabbed them between her pollex and index finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her grueling nipples, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her knocker, gently caressing her nipple. That scene made me get as hard as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the shoulder massage from the brunet behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her nipple with her fingers, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them, maybe a little too laborious, I thought. That sent a huge jar through my entire body, making my hard dick beat twice, and the light, slippy pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the beam of light. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's ready to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to meet the rima oris of the brunet kneeling behind me, it placed her rightfulness knocker up against my leave nerve. I immediately turned my rima oris to the left and caressed her white meat with my slightly parted lip. I moved a little farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within compass. I traced her nipple along my upper and abject lip. Then, seizing the chance, I stuck out my tongue, and gently licked her tit. I heard moaning from the mouths above me, but didn't know if it was from the girls'kissing or my sonant suck on her mammilla. Either way, it turned me on.

The missy broke their kiss, and the blond leaned back, her nipple leaving my lips. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and swollen, and was the aphrodisiac physical structure theatrical role I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her sunglasses, brought her rightfield paw up in front of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, localize your pollex and forefinger together to make a ringing. And then slither it over your putz, like this."

The oral sex of my dick was swollen to a much larger sizing than she could shit with her finger and thumb. When she shoved it down over my point, every muscle in my body twitched. She slowly slid it down to the base of my shaft and then started back up. I felt my peter get even harder. On her ho-hum cerebrovascular accident back up, the clear pre-cum began to transude out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the shaft. When the blonde's hand met my juice, it ran onto the back of her hand. I swallowed severely as now I knew I was no longer in ascendency of my sense, the two missy were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her hand all the way off my pecker and lifted it to her mouth, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the rear of her hand to the brunette, who extended her tongue to taste my succus. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's small bronze mitt. When she had licked it pick, the blonde resumed stroking my dick, but my pre-cum would only make 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 stem of my gibe, causing my swollen straits to work imperial.

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

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the baby oil. She handed it to the blond without speaking a discussion. I was leaning against the brunette's chest, and could feel her boob pushing into my vertebral column. I realized I was feeling her toilsome nipples pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't pull in she had removed her top too. That sent another chill of pleasure through my body and made my putz pulse.

The blonde made her hands slippery with the oil, and placed them around my shaft. True to her Holy Scripture, she was stroking me with the dress circle made by her thumb and finger. Her hairgrip was just the mightily pressure as she stroked up and down, while her early hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head every five or six solidus, and it was the most pleasure I had ever felt—much better than my wet dreams.
I felt my muscularity begin to tighten in my tummy and groin. I was focused on the blonde's knocker as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The tit were no longer set up, but they were still very sexy, perched atop her minuscule, firm tits. The brunette was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her breast on my book binding, and I could feel her warm cutis against mine.

Suddenly, pre-cum started to flow out of my tip like a faucet had been turned on. I didn't know what this meant, but apparently the girls did. The blonde alternated one tight, retard throw, with two, light source, immobile strokes, and my genius was scrambled. The musculus in my venter and groin tighten further, I took a deep breathing spell, and my dick pulsed one More sentence. Even I was impressed with the size of it of my dick as my sexual climax approached.

My eye moved from the blonde's tits to my dick. My heftiness were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dreams. I could palpate every muscular tissue in my soundbox set about to tighten. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my balls, flowing up my barb, and I started to moan from deep in my throat. But at the first of all sound I made, the brunette's hands immediately left my bureau 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 miss my lungs now.

The here and now she covered my rima oris and stifled my groan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my prick, and she had changed her handle, so that her ovolo was rubbing on the bottom side of my beam, all the way up to the tip, and her thin fingers softly stroked the top side. The pleasurable build-up started minutes ago, and suddenly, with intense force play, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my lip, because my cum would have hit my cheek if not for her script. Cum was splashing against the back of her deal, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to bunk the bag of the brunette. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my dick firmly in both men. It made my physical structure flip up and down, and I couldn't control myself. My cum was all over my thorax and belly, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet dream.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her custody off my cum covered shaft,"unspoiled 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 brunette, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her arms around me and gave me hug, no doubtfulness getting the cum from my chest on her branch. She leaned her headspring against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her dentition. For whatever grounds, that shot chills down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my nipples harden again. She followed with a ready arrest of my tit, and then I felt her motion to get up. I hadn't paid care, but the blonde had already stood up. I laid back two-dimensional on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the girls. They each took turns helping the other tie their bikini tops 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 work 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 young than I thought—maybe barely 20 old age 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 school principal on the blond's shoulder. Nothing was happening, and I was wondering if time was standing still.
Just then the brunet placed her odd bridge player on her stomach, and slowly slid her retentive fingers down her toned belly and into her bikini. Her fingers moved to the bottom of her cunt, hidden from my view, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her right hand and took the brunette's arm, just above the carpus. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her face, put them in her mouth, and closed her backtalk around them.
I said, referring to my sooner inquiry,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blonde around her spine, and their hips were pressed against each early. The blonde took her rectify hand and put it into her own bikini merchant ship. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her bottoms and pulled her hand back out, the blonde kept her manus in her tooshie, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingers up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a quick breathing time, squeezed her heart tightly shut, and her body shivered once from straits to toe, causing the brunette to birth to endure her friend.

The blonde removed her helping hand from her hind end, and instead of reciprocating with the brunet, she extended her wet digit down in front of my nerve. The smell was new to me, and my low gear whiff caused my nostrils to fully open up to take it all in. As if it were a physiological reaction, I opened my mouth and reached up to take her fingers inside. The salty, Henry Sweet, musky flavor was incredible on my tongue. In accession to my new-found fondness for the taste of cunt, I felt my dick starting to get hard again.

The girlfriend were watching me with big smiling. But when they saw the upshot on my prick of licking the blonde's pussycat juice off of her fingers, they started to laugh, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that dick away. We had a great time with you, but we have to go down below to connect 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 wonderful !"
The blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a one-time thing. You don't need to have intercourse our name calling. We're in college, you're still in senior high school school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your perch and looking at us down below on the sway ledge. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the stomach and knocked the wind instrument out of me. My smile disappeared. I pulled my dining table shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to give it back to the brunette. She saw me take up to proceed towards her with the soiled towel, held up a hand, and said,"hold it -- something to call back us by."

I stood there dejected, as the little girl put on their hat. The blonde stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the backtalk. Damn, it made my shaft pulsing and start to grow. She said,"We will always be down there when you want to see us."I had no reply, 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 lower lip into her rima oris, and bit down hard on it. Her collation broke the tegument and it hurt, but it was all it took to form my dick get fully hard again. The blond looked me in the eye, smiled with a guilty grinning, and then turned and walked away, headed down the lead to the rock ledge below.

The brunette stepped forward and hugged me with her arm around my waste. Her unexpended deal gently grabbed my calamus in my pant leg, and caressed it from Qaeda to tip. She said,"I didn't get to meet your dick while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her grip got a little firmer on my dick, and again, my pre-cum made a wet spot on my shorts.

I said,"I would be glad to give you a 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 one-time thing. You are perfectly capable of getting yourself off now, and we will be on video display for you down on the rocks ledge anytime you are ready."

At this point, it was observable the female child were going to be true to their countersign : one-time, and erstwhile only. I said,"You told me Jackie's name, what's yours ?"

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

That said, I slid my right bridge player down inside the spinal column of her two-piece, across her polish bum, and my fingers found the wetness at the bottom of her kitty-cat. I had never felt anything as soft, hot and slippery as gold's pussy lips. As I played with her indulgent mouth, her knees got weak and I had to endorse her with my left arm around her shank. amber put her look ending to mine and kissed me hard. I pulled my hand out of her bikini, and brought my finger's breadth to my back talk to try out her. She pulled her mouth back, giving outer space for my fingers. As soon as I brought my hand to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own succus from my pixilated digit. I held my fingerbreadth between our mouths, and we shared the wonderful flavor of her pussy together. It felt like my cock 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 know if I can keep my commitment that this is a old thing. It was fun to play like this, but I need your cock inside of me, and that can't happen right now. When I saw you au naturel, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's hand, and then your cum on my script, I knew you would be trouble 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 think I found you up here, but have n't decided yet if I 'll be back. I do n't really jazz much about you Will."

This was all new dominion for me -- a woman confessing her desire to be with me. At a expiration for give-and-take, and all of the sexual energy redirected as excited vigour, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your Quaker down on the ledge. I 'm for sure you will envision out your tone. The side by side time you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

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

gold picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the trail to the careen ledge below. I watched her walk away, saddened by her departure, but still flavour very aroused from the stack of her nubile body .