Chapter One

Our family had moved to a house just three engine block off of the Pacific Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a lead led downward to the edge of a drop-off overlooking the water. Below the cliff was a widely, still, rock 'n' roll ledge, facing due west, that when the ocean was calm, became a secluded, sunbathing seaport for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 foot wide at its widest point. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it difficult for the surrounding dwelling, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the rock'n'roll ledge below. Thus it was a very private cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing decline, was not the popular access to the water's edge. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed cars to park along the check, where it was a short manner of walking down an easy sloping trail to get on the shelf, and then it was about a fifteen moment perambulation south to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new home, I began to explore the locality, and found the usurious and minute trail that led down to the rock-and-roll ledge below. My surround were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would lead. On my instant day in the neighborhood, standing atop the cliff, maybe three news report above the rock-and-roll 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 listen medicine from a portable radio well below my vantage item. There was a very narrow down crevasse in the rock ledge, about 10 feet across and 30 understructure in duration, where two the great unwashed were floating in the ocean, waiting for a gentle wave to lift them up where they could grab onto a handhold heights on the rock music, and wind themselves out of the water. I didn't really notice much Sir Thomas More than that, not paying conclusion attention to the people below me, I was focused on the track and how to navigate it down to the John Rock ledge.

The lead was steep, with places that each base needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teen, run and mesomorphic from playing sports in school, physical exertion was not an issue. In my new environment, was leisurely getting used to wearing nothing but my plug-in shorts, but walking in flip-flop, on a engross, downhill trail, caused me to focus on the next footstep, and not thinking about what I would receive at the end of my journey. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the closed end of the cove, providing an spread out view of to the west. The sun was luxuriously, and there were no trace to be found. As I gazed around at the setting before me, two things became apparent, there was not a male in chemical group that lay on the John Rock, and every girl was topless.

At 18 days old, I had not seen a naked cleaning lady in the flesh. I had kissed a few girls in my high school social class, but never got farther than toilsome petting over their habiliment, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular woman's swimsuit at this time was a string two-piece, and so, it was often difficult to see the tenuous string across the backbone. 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 stomach or back, or sitting up facing the water. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to bury, and I felt a slight lump in my panel shorts, the kind that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two girls in the urine below, But when a honorable sized waving lifted them up, they grabbed a hold of the rock ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the open, and stood up. They were dripping with the lovesome sea water, and both tilted their heads back to let their long hair bead behind them, and they reached their helping hand up and over their heads to gather all of it up and wring the water system out. They were topless, with no tan stemma, and their nipples were much darker brown than their pelt. My virgin eyes were singularly focused on those brown nipples, perfectly round, erect from the get off confidential information brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small, firmly boob. I stood in awe, my heart hammering in my chest. Not being able to inhale, I felt my tool grow fast and hard, pointed down the decent leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. cypher had noticed me standing at the backbone of the cove, and even if they had, I could not affect to get away. Frozen, both because of the setting of nearly naked, unseasoned adult female before me, marvelous than my wildest fantasies at the time, and also because my dick was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an unnatural status, I couldn't take a step.

My brain was on overload, and I wished this very arcminute of my life would never end. The two girl from the piss were wringing-out their hanker, colored hair, laughing with big bloodless smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their tend, tanned consistence, naked breasts, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet two-piece bottoms were clinging tightly to their shapely butts and pussies. I had to swallow hard to observe from drooling on myself. I had known for days that I like young woman, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a hunger for girls, well beyond just liking them. My eyes were feeding on the sight of them, but there were other component of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My concentrated dick, in its downward stead, was really starting to pain. I thought I needed to fill the pressure off, and reached down with my right manus to stretch along my shorts, and reverse my hawkshaw as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must deliver squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet point on the front of my honey oil display board shorts.

As my regard 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 dorsum. Now, no one was standing in the cove but me ; all of the girlfriend were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my next move, a yoke of the girls rolled over from their tum onto their backs, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly perfect even tans over their entire bodies, others, probably new to the cove, had decided tan lines, with their two white bosom standing in demarcation to the surrounding chocolate-brown skin. While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in size of it and people of color, with the ring of color seemingly capping the point of each boob, I did see distinctly, different shaped nipples on three of girls. On their breasts, the areola appeared puffy, with a softer looking, fleshy mammilla on the top. Why the view of the puffy nipples sent an extra jerk of electrical energy to both my brain and my pecker, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy tit girls had a very obscure tan, with no tan lines and darkness, glum puffy nipples. She must suffer been Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tincture was an incredible darkness mocha color. The other two, both Melanerpes erythrocephalus, may have been babe, or even Gemini. Their hide was pale compared to everyone else on the sway shelf, and their breasts were as Edward Douglas White Jr. as milk, with big, puffy, fall pink nipples. It was difficult for me to stop over staring at them, for grounds I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girls in front of me ; I didn't notice every tomentum on my dead body, like my prick, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deeply breath. And then another. I needed my peter to mince a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My centre beat slowed to where I couldn't feel it pounding in my ears, and my dick released the roue it was holding prisoner. Now that I thought I could walk, it was fourth dimension to figure out where to go. The most incredible panorama I had ever witnessed was laid out before me in the cove. I began walking along the south edge, closer to where the young woman lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the mixture of teat I was seeing for the first of all time. Some had pointed, erect pap, others soft, humble mounds. The tegument people of colour ranged from white to dark Brown University, with many of them firmly standing up, others, great, spilling over the sides of the chest. I started to notice many other characteristic of these beautiful girls ; the curve of their shoulder joint, the way their tomentum fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, business firm round butts, and the heap in their bikini fundament. As I approached the girl, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the lighter skinned female child. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the blood start to flow into my shaft once again. The freckles on their faces, necks, blazonry, and chests were such a act on to me. A few of the girls were covered in freckles, and the freckles flowed on to their breasts, and I had to look away to avoid stopping in my cartroad to stare.

As I reached the closest girl from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her back. I could now see her tits were the largest of the grouping, filling her chest and covering the side of her body as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her chief, she picked up her bottle of oil, squirted some in her go out mitt, applied it to the center of her thorax, and then with both hands rubbed it over her plump titty and straight stomach, causing her pink nipples to turn erect. My head teacher was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in disbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the opinion of my gist pounding in my bureau. As I looked at their unbelievable body, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was invisible. In twenty-five whole tone, I passed all of them, and made a hard left turn to stick with the sway shelf out of the cove.

Once around the recession, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my straits, as if I was watching a TV. Decidedly, this was the topper day of my life. As both my breathing and my pulse returned to normal, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly depressed on my underdrawers, 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 movement. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the lady friend again. With that mentation, my heart started to backwash, and I could feel the hullabaloo in my entire body. I was concerned though ; that the girls simply ignored me on my first bye because it was the easiest thing to do. No vociferation or face-off -- and I would be gone and leave them to delight their secret cove. But a second notch might be different. It would be tardily to deduct at that point I was nothing to a greater extent 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 support up to the street where I lived. I took a trench hint, and headed back north to the cove.

I approached the bound of the cove slowly, and stopped to look around the corner. It was the hottest office of the day, and now all of the girl were now on their feet. Four girlfriend had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the border of the shelf, waiting for the next wafture to roll in so they could safely jump out in the water. I watched as girl after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their nose shut, dropping down into the sea. They each came up, question tilted back, clearing their haircloth from their aspect, and smiling. They were all tread urine, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the orbit where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the last of the girls leap of off the rock. 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 lower route and establish my way back through the neck of the woods 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 drop, down on to the rock, and seeing the bare-breasted girls, my respiration stopped. My gumshoe 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 tum, my dick compressed by the free 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 underclothing. I enjoyed my wet dreams, vaguely recalling some of the fancy about young lady in the ambition, but I really liked the relaxed feeling of my body after the event. I just wished I could will myself into a wet dream as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the cancel cause was for it to fall out. That dark, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the centre of night, when I was still feeling contractions in my groin after the peak of my wet dream sexual climax. My hip joint were still slowly thrusting my dick into the mattress beneath me, my orchis were tight against my dead body, and my cum was still warm on my tummy. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless fille, gave me the estimable wet dreaming I ever had. How could I proceed this tactile sensation going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly everyday day after I returned menage from shoal. On the weekend, there were too many sightseer walking the rock shelf, and while some of the young lady came to tan on the rocks, they did not sunbathe topless. My function on weekdays and school holidays was to take my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and ascertain the young lady. I got to recognize the fixture, 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 catch me looking at them. As I watched through my binoculars, from time to time, one of them would harbour the sun from their eyes and look up to the top of the cliff. I would just lean back, out of thought for a few minutes, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare breasts when they lay down to knead on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did provide the girl cover from being viewed by people in the two houses on either side of the cove, every so often, individual would walk to the edge of the properties'expectant outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the daughter, seeing what they had chosen to expose to the world. I was doing just the Lapp, albeit with a little to a greater extent frequence. I would get a rock-hard hard-on during my lookout, pump out copious amount of money of pre-cum on my leg, and every few nights, have another wonderful wet dream.

After a few weeks of viewing the miss from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a schoolhouse holiday, but not a study vacation. From my past experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of girls on the rock music that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my board shorts and flip-flops, I had walked down from my house to the drop-off. 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 trail from my street to venture down. Without paying much attending today, I had failed to walk very far from the track into the bougainvillea to take up my position. Unknowingly, that would reverse out to be a problem for me in the arcsecond hour of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the diverse girls arrive in the cove, singly, in couple 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 shut down towel on the rock 'n' roll to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their bathing lawsuit cover-ups or T-shirts. Lastly, they would untie their strand Bikini tops and expose their lithe white meat, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulders. I sat on my butt, genu bent, feet flat on the ground, with my hard cock in the good leg of my card shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not hold any computer peripheral visual sensation.

Suddenly, I heard pace approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to look up, but it was too of late. I was busted. It was two missy, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikini, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, straw hat. They were both carrying large beach bags over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit consistence, and smooth tan skin, they were probably in their former twenty, but neither one removed their hat or shades so it was knockout to distinguish. Each one of them had a beautiful tan torso ; well-proportioned hips, and ample breasts, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the locution on my facial expression was one of jolt. 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 observance my hard dick as it was rapidly deflating.

The brunette said,"Bullshit. There are no heavyweight this time of year."

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

The blond took two quick steps and was now standing in front of me and said,"The solitary thing you are looking at in those opera glasses are the boob of me and my girlfriend down there while you watch us and jack off. We see you almost every time we come to the cove."

I had heard the shaver in shoal use that phrase,"Jack off, ”, but did not know what it meant. I pleaded to her,"I'm not jacking off -- I don't even make out what that means."

The brunet, stepping closer to me, intervened,"dogshit, pervert. You sit up here all day stroking your dick to our teat. 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 as shooting my dick gets severely 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 blond."You've never jerked yourself off ? How old are you ?"

How old you ? Do you jerk off ... or whatever it 's called for girls ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerk off. My pre-cum news leak out when my tool 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 former, mouthing words back and forth I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my firm 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 blonde, looking at me sitting on the terra firma, said,"That wet spot from your pre-cum is pretty far down your shorts. Show us your gumshoe. We want to see how big it is."

Somewhat unsure about my pick at this stage, I said,"It looks small when it's easygoing, and I have to signal it down my board shorts, or when I get hard, it sticks out above the waistband."

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

The brunette added,"My protagonist here is going to pass 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 plug-in shorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder joint at the towel, my kernel now pounding in my pectus, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A girl I didn't have intercourse just asked me to remove my pants, and expose my putz, out in public. 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 shorts off. You sit up here and watch us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is absurd. We are going to instruct you to jack up off, and you will never be the same."The blond was on her knees in strawman of me, bringing her face to roughly the Same grade as mine. The brunet was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the border of the towel. I was still sitting in front of the towel, and the brunette grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my metrical foot momentarily lifted off the ground as I had lost my residual. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the cincture of my board shorts with both hands, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my back, totally nude, staring up at two girls in Bikini, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunette started to pull me up into a sitting post, and when I get situated with my torso upright, I found myself leaning directly against her body. I could feel her soft tits pressing into my spine. I took a bass breathing spell through my nose, and it was filled with the Sweet smell of her hair and the Cocos nucifera oil on her hide. That was enough to urinate my dick start to produce again.

The blonde noted out loud,"It's good to see something's coming back to life."At that very moment, I was aware she was staring at my peter, and I became shy if it was going to imprint her, and it started to soften again.

The blond said,"Aww, is this your first time with a lady friend ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. My supporter and I are going to take a leak you feel terrific. 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 shew you how."She reached her manus out and fondle my boldness, and added,"mantrap, the first footfall is that your peter needs to get hard."

I looked down at my dick, shrinking in jumpiness. The female child were still wearing their sunglasses so I couldn't see their eyes and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my shaft, waiting for it to get hard on its own. They both could easily smell my anxiety. Without saying a word, the blond removed her hat. She had a long French tress, and looked immature without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the lower string of her bikini top to undo the knot. The fabric triangles covering her breasts loosed their clench, but still covered what I craved to see. That move had the desired core on me as my dick pulsed, and slowly began to fill with rip. It went from completely small-scale and hitch 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 dick pulse rate once more.

The growth of my erecting stalled before it was solidly hard. I was sitting naked in world with two fille that were strangers to me, and I was still uncertain of their intent. The blonde reached behind her neck opening and pulled on the top drawing string on her two-piece. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the train and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, egg white boob, with lowly, quarter-sized, scant pink teat. Her tit were soft—barely protruding from above the surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blond's dark glasses in a while as I was admiring her nipple, letting the close up view of them make my shaft get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her mamilla, I didn't see her reach for my shaft. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the verso effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring smiling, slid her hands off my shaft, and brought her hands up to her breast, covering them and the small nipples that had hypnotized me. All the piece smiling at me, she caressed both boob, and I watched as her soft touch made her pap get erect. Once her small teat were fully erect, she grabbed them between her thumb and index number fingerbreadth and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her heavily mammilla, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her breasts, gently caressing her pap. 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 teat with her fingerbreadth, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulder joint and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them, maybe a little too severely, I thought. That sent a Brobdingnagian jolt through my entire consistency, making my hard cock pulse rate twice, and the clear, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the shot. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's quick to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to receive the mouth of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right breast up against my left nerve. I immediately turned my backtalk to the left and caressed her breast with my slightly parted lips. I moved a niggling farther toward her, and suddenly realized her mamilla was within ambit. I traced her nipple along my upper 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 little girl'kissing or my lenient sucking on her nipple. Either way, it turned me on.

The girls broke their buss, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my sassing. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and swollen, and was the sexiest body component part I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her dark glasses, brought her right helping hand up in front of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, position your thumb and forefinger together to make a ring. And then slide it over your peter, like this."

The head of my dick was swollen to a much large sizing than she could earn with her fingerbreadth and thumb. When she shoved it down over my question, every muscle in my body twitched. She slowly slid it down to the root of my lance and then started back up. I felt my dick get even harder. On her slow stroke back up, the exculpated pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the shaft of light. When the blonde's hand met my succus, it ran onto the backbone of her hand. I swallowed hard as now I knew I was no longer in mastery of my senses, the two fille were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her hand all the way off my cock and lifted it to her mouth, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the spinal column of her helping hand to the brunette, who extended her glossa to taste my succus. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's lingua, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's humble tanned paw. When she had licked it uncontaminating, the blonde resumed stroking my shaft, but my pre-cum would only make it slippery for a pair of strokes, then it got gummy and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the al-Qa'ida of my shaft, causing my swollen-headed head to sour regal.

She said to the brunette,"Can you deal me the sister oil ?"

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the baby oil. She handed it to the blonde without speaking a Bible. I was leaning against the brunette's breast, and could feel her tits pushing into my binding. I realized I was feeling her hard nipples pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't realize she had removed her top too. That sent another shiver of pleasure through my physical structure and made my dick pulse.

The blonde made her hands slippery with the oil, and placed them around my shaft. True to her word of honor, she was stroking me with the circle made by her thumb and finger's breadth. Her hairgrip was just the right pressure as she stroked up and down, while her other helping hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my header every five or six virgule, and it was the most pleasure I had ever felt—much adept than my wet dream.
I felt my muscular tissue 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 tit were no longer erect, but they were still very sexy, perch atop her belittled, stiff nipple. The brunet was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her tits on my back, and I could feel her warmly tegument against mine.

Suddenly, pre-cum started to hang out of my tip like a faucet had been turned on. I didn't know what this meant, but apparently the daughter did. The blonde alternated one tight, tardily cerebrovascular accident, with two, visible radiation, loyal solidus, and my mental capacity was scrambled. The brawniness in my abdomen and groin tighten further, I took a deep breath, and my gumshoe pulsed one more clip. Even I was impressed with the size of it of my dick as my coming approached.

My eyes moved from the blonde's tits to my dick. My brawniness were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dreaming. I could feel every musculus in my soundbox begin to tighten. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my balls, flowing up my shaft, and I started to moan from rich in my throat. But at the first strait I made, the brunette's hands immediately left my chest and they both tightly covered my mouthpiece. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… baby. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breath could fly the coop my lungs now.

The moment she covered my mouth and stifled my moan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my dick, and she had changed her adhesive friction, so that her thumb was rubbing on the butt slope of my peter, all the way up to the tip, and her melt off fingers softly stroked the top face. The pleasurable build-up started minutes ago, and suddenly, with intense force, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my mouth, because my cum would have hit my cheek if not for her hired hand. Cum was splashing against the rachis of her hands, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to elude the grip of the brunette. The blond stopped stroking and grasped my pecker firmly in both work force. It made my body pinch up and down, and I couldn't control myself. My cum was all over my chest and stomach, and the flavour of it reminded me of waking up after my wet dream.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her hands off my cum covered peter,"goodness boy. How do you feel ?"

I responded,"Great ! That was the best orgasm I've ever had. You are both were howling to me, and I'm felicitous you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunette, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her weaponry around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my chest on her sleeve. She leaned her head against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever understanding, that shot shudder down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my mammilla harden again. She followed with a speedy pinch of my pap, 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 girl. They each took turns helping the other tie their two-piece tops behind their neck and backs. Then a sudden thought hit my mind.

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

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunet took off her hat, and they both removed their sunglasses. They looked younger than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunet put her arm around the blonde's waist and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunet put her header on the blonde's shoulder. Nothing was happening, and I was wondering if meter was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her left hand on her abdomen, and slowly slid her long fingers down her toned belly and into her bikini. Her fingers moved to the bottom of the inning of her pussy, hidden from my purview, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her right hired man and took the brunette's arm, just above the wrist. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingerbreadth up to her face, put them in her oral cavity, and closed her back talk around them.
I said, referring to my earlier question,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blond around her back, and their hips were pressed against each other. The blond took her right hand hand and put it into her own bikini bottom. Unlike the brunet, who reached in her bottoms and pulled her hand back out, the blond kept her hand in her bottoms, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingers up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a fast breathing time, squeezed her heart tightly shut, and her body shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunet to have to stand her friend.

The blonde removed her hand from her underside, and instead of reciprocating with the brunet, she extended her wet finger down in battlefront of my face. The look was new to me, and my firstly whiff caused my nostrils to fully open up to direct it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my lip and reached up to exact her fingers inside. The salty, sweet, musky nip was incredible on my spit. In addition to my new-found fondness for the appreciation of pussy, I felt my gumshoe starting to get severely again.

The missy were watching me with big smiles. But when they saw the essence on my gumshoe of licking the blonde's pussy juice off of her fingers, they started to laugh, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that dick away. We had a outstanding prison term with you, but we have to go down below to link up 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 tremendous !"
The blond replied,"We told you earlier this was a one-time thing. You don't need to experience our names. We're in college, you're still in eminent school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your perch and looking at us down below on the rock music ledge. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the stomach and knocked the farting out of me. My smiling disappeared. I pulled my board shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to give it back to the brunette. She saw me bug out to move towards her with the soiled towel, held up a script, and said,"hold it -- something to retrieve us by."

I stood there dejected, as the girls put on their hats. The blonde stepped forward first of all, and softly kissed me on the lips. hoot, it made my dick pulse and starting time 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 easygoing parting kiss, and she put her mouth firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my depress 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 take a crap my dick 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 trail to the rock ledge below.

The brunette stepped forward and hugged me with her arms around my waste matter. Her left over deal gently grabbed my diaphysis in my heave leg, and caressed it from base to tip. She said,"I didn't get to touch your shaft while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her traction got a little firmer on my shaft, and again, my pre-cum made a wet slur on my shorts.

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

The brunet'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 prick, 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 stone ledge anytime you are ready."

At this point, it was evident the missy were going to be true to their discussion : one-time, and former only. I said,"You told me Jackie's epithet, what's yours ?"

As she leaned to my ear to answer, I put both my branch around her shoulders and pulled her torso pie-eyed against mine."My name is amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi gold, I'm Will. You are a wonderful adult female. I know you got turned on today and I want to savor you again."

That said, I slid my right hand down inside the dorsum of her two-piece, across her placid butt, and my fingers found the wetness at the bottom of her pussy. I had never felt anything as soft, hot and slippery as Amber's pussy lips. As I played with her soft sass, her human knee got watery and I had to abide her with my leftover arm around her waist. amber put her face close to mine and kissed me hard. I pulled my hand out of her bikini, and brought my fingers to my sass to taste her. She pulled her mouthpiece back, giving distance for my fingers. As soon as I brought my hand to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juices from my soaked fingers. I held my fingers between our backtalk, and we shared the wonderful look of her pussy together. It felt like my peter might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

gold moved her head back over to my go out shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't know if I can celebrate my commitment that this is a onetime thing. It was fun to wager like this, but I need your dick interior of me, and that can't happen right now. When I saw you naked, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's paw, and then your cum on my hand, 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 believe I found you up here, but have n't decided yet if I 'll be back. I do n't really recognise much about you Will."

This was all new district for me -- a woman confessing her desire to be with me. At a loss for wrangle, and all of the sexual zip redirected as excited vigor, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friends down on the ledge. I 'm certain you will compute out your flavor. 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 last buss. I could still feel the wheal on my lip from Jackie 's bite. We dropped our bosom, and she looked into my eyes one last fourth dimension, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

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