Chapter One

Our phratry had moved to a mansion just three blocks off of the Pacific ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the bound of a cliff overlooking the weewee. Below the cliff was a wide, smooth, rock music ledge, facing due west, that when the ocean was becalm, became a secluded, sunbathing seaport for coeds from the topical anesthetic university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 pes wide at its widest full stop. With all of the lifelike bougainvillea growing around the top of the drop, 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 water's border. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed cars to park along the curb, where it was a short walk down an easy sloping lead to get on the ledge, and then it was about a fifteen minute perambulation south to arrive at the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to research the neighborhood, and found the steep and constrict trail that led down to the rock ledge below. My surroundings were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would lead. On my endorse day in the neck of the woods, standing atop the cliff, maybe three account above the rock and roll ledge below, I noticed about a XII 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 point. There was a very narrow crevasse in the careen ledge, about 10 feet across and 30 feet in distance, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a gentle undulation to lift them up where they could grab onto a handhold high on the rock, and lift themselves out of the water supply. I didn't really notice much Thomas More than that, not paying close attention to the people below me, I was focused on the track and how to navigate it down to the rock'n'roll ledge.

The trail was steep, with piazza that each foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teen, skimpy and muscular from playing variation in school, strong-arm travail was not an publication. In my new surroundings, was easy getting used to wearing nothing but my plug-in short circuit, but walking in flip-flop, on a exorbitant, downhill trail, caused me to focus on the next footstep, 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 shut end of the cove, providing an loose view of to the west. The sun was senior high, and there were no shadower to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two things became apparent, there was not a Male in group that lay on the rock music, and every girlfriend was topless.

At 18 long time old, I had not seen a naked womanhood in the flesh. I had kissed a few girls in my high school class, but never got farther than laboured snuggling over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular woman's swimsuit at this time was a chain two-piece, and so, it was often unmanageable to see the thin string across the back. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to confirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the girls in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their venter or back, or sitting up facing the water. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to swallow, and I felt a slight prominence in my add-in shorts, the form 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 wave lifted them up, they grabbed a hold of the rock candy 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 yearn pilus dip behind them, and they reached their mitt up and over their mind to gather all of it up and wring the piss out. They were topless, with no tan pedigree, and their nipple were a lot darker brown than their pelt. My virginal center were singularly focused on those browned nipples, perfectly round, erect from the lightly wind brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small, steady breasts. I stood in awe, my heart buffeting in my chest. Not being able to inhale, I felt my dick grow fast and hard, pointed down the right leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. nobody had noticed me standing at the spinal column of the cove, and even if they had, I could not move to get away. Frozen, both because of the view of nearly nude, Young women before me, grander than my dotty fantasies at the time, and also because my gumshoe was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an affected berth, I couldn't take a step.

My wit was on overburden, and I wished this very minute of my life would never end. The two daughter from the piddle were wringing-out their farseeing, dark hair, laughing with big white grin at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their be given, tanned dead body, naked white meat, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet two-piece bottoms were clinging tightly to their shapely buttocks and pussies. I had to accept hard to restrain from drooling on myself. I had known for years that I like girlfriend, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a thirstiness for girls, well beyond just liking them. My centre were feeding on the flock of them, but there were other parts of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard shaft, in its down position, was really starting to hurt. I thought I needed to take the pressure off, and reached down with my right hand to stretch my shorts, and lift my putz 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 greenness dining table 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 vertebral column. Now, no one was standing in the cove but me ; all of the miss were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my next move, a couple of the girls rolled over from their stomachs onto their dorsum, exposing their white meat 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 distinct tan line of business, with their two whiteness chest standing in demarcation to the surrounding brownish peel. While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in size and color, with the areolas seemingly capping the point of each bosom, I did see distinctly, different shaped mammilla on three of girls. On their knocker, the areolas appeared puffy, with a voiced looking, fleshy nipple on the top. Why the view of the puffy nipples sent an superfluous 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 morose tan, with no tan lines and dark, non-white puffy mammilla. She must suffer been Polynesian, or from another Pacific Ocean Island—her skin pure tone was an unbelievable dark mocha color. The other two, both redheader, may have been sisters, or even Twin. Their skin was pale compared to everyone else on the rock 'n' roll ledge, and their breasts were as clean as milk, with big, intumescent, light pink tit. It was difficult for me to stop staring at them, for reason I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the fille in straw man of me ; I didn't notice every hair on my body, like my dick, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deep breathing spell. And then another. I needed my dick to yield a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My heart pulse slowed to where I couldn't sense it pounding in my ears, and my dick released the line of descent it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could walk, it was time to visualise 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 motley of tits I was seeing for the world-class time. Some had pointed, erect nipples, others soft, small mounds. The skin colouring ranged from white to dark Brown University, with many of them firmly standing up, others, big, spilling over the sides of the dresser. I started to notice many other features of these beautiful girls ; the bender of their berm, the way their hair fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, firm circle butts, and the knoll in their Bikini tooshie. As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckle on some of the lighter skinned little girl. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the rake start to menstruate into my gumshoe once again. The lentigo on their faces, cervix, subdivision, and chests were such a twist on to me. A few of the fille were covered in freckle, and the freckle flowed on to their breasts, and I had to attend away to avoid fillet in my rail to gaze.

As I reached the nearest little girl from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her cover. I could now see her boob were the enceinte of the group, filling her thorax and covering the sides of her consistency as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her head, she picked up her bottle of oil, squirted some in her go out script, applied it to the kernel of her chest, and then with both hired man rubbed it over her plump tit and matt stomach, causing her pink mamilla to become put up. My head word was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from girlfriend to girl, in mental rejection of what I was seeing, but loved the tactual sensation of my heart pounding in my chest. As I looked at their unbelievable dead body, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was unseeable. In twenty-five gradation, I passed all of them, and made a intemperate left turn to follow the rock ledge out of the cove.

Once around the nook, 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 best day of my life. As both my breathing and my pulse returned to normal, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly lower 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 marvel what would be my future relocation. I began to take in there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the girlfriend again. With that opinion, my tenderness started to airstream, and I could palpate the excitement in my entire body. I was concerned though ; that the fille simply ignored me on my for the first time head because it was the well-heeled thing to do. No outcry or confrontation -- and I would be gone and leave them to enjoy their secret cove. But a mo pass might be dissimilar. It would be easy to infer at that point I was nothing more than a teenaged peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no selection and would have to walk past them all to get off the ledge and indorse up to the street where I lived. I took a deep breath, and headed back magnetic north to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to take care around the corner. It was the blistering component part of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their groundwork. Four girls had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the boundary of the ledge, waiting for the next wafture to roll in so they could safely jump in the piss. I watched as girlfriend after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their wind shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, headway tilted back, clearing their hairsbreadth from their face, and smiling. They were all treading body of water, bouncing up and down with each undulation. I approached the area where their towels and beach udder were spread out, watching the survive of the girl leap of off the rocks. Again, not one of the girls had looked at me, and I felt like I was unseeable to them. I quickly headed north to approach the itinerary to the lower road and ca-ca my way back through the neighborhood to my house.

That nighttime, I lay in my bed with my middle closed, vividly trying to live over my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the prat of the cliff, down on to the rock'n'roll, and seeing the bare-breasted miss, my ventilation stopped. My dick was hard as a two-by-four, and I smiled now that I understood what getting a"woody"meant. I rolled over, lying on my stomach, my dick compressed by the weight of my torso on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this dot in my young biography, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of breath, and had a mess of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet dream, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about girls in the ambition, but I really liked the relaxed belief of my organic structure after the outcome. I just wished I could will myself into a wet aspiration as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the lifelike effort was for it to happen. That nighttime, I fell asleep on my tummy, and awoke in the midsection of night, when I was still feeling contractions in my breakwater after the efflorescence of my wet dream orgasm. My hip were still slowly thrusting my dick into the mattress beneath me, my balls were tight against my body, and my cum was still warm on my belly. My experience at the cove, seeing all those bare-breasted girls, gave me the best wet dream I ever had. How could I keep this feeling going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly everyday day after I returned place from school. On the weekend, there were too many tripper walking the rock ledge, and while some of the girls came to tan on the rock, they did not sunbathe topless. My routine on weekdays and schooling holidays was to take my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and look on the girls. 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 require them to fascinate me looking at them. As I watched through my binoculars, from time to clock time, one of them would shield the sun from their heart and look up to the top of the cliff. I would just lean back, out of position for a few minutes, and then would summarise looking at their glorious bare breasts when they lay down to work on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did furnish the young woman cover from being viewed by mass in the two home on either position of the cove, every so often, someone would walk to the edge of the properties'large outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the miss, seeing what they had chosen to expose to the world. I was doing just the Lapplander, albeit with a little to a greater extent frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my watch, pump out plenteous amounts of pre-cum on my leg, and every few nights, have another howling wet dream.

After a few weeks of viewing the little girl from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a school holiday, but not a work vacation. From my by experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of girls on the rocks that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my board drawers and change of mind, 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 trail from my street to speculation down. Without paying much attention today, I had failed to walk very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to read up my position. Unknowingly, that would flex out to be a problem for me in the second hour of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the diverse young woman arrive in the cove, singly, in pairs or little grouping, I truly relish watching the process of them getting settled. number 1 they would kick-off their turnabout and scatter out their beach towel, some placing a folded towel on the rocks to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their bathing suit cover-ups or jersey. Lastly, they would loosen their bowed stringed instrument Bikini tops and expose their supple breasts, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulders. I sat on my butt, knees bent, ft flat on the ground, with my voiceless peter in the good leg of my card shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not have any computer peripheral imaginativeness.

Suddenly, I heard footstep approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to look up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two girls, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikinis, sunglass, and wide-brimmed, stalk hats. They were both carrying large beach bags over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit bodies, and fluid tan skin, they were probably in their early twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was gruelling to recount. Each one of them had a beautiful tan soundbox ; well-proportioned hip, and ample boob, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the expression on my face was one of shock. And as I sat looking up at them, the blonde said to me,"Hey deviant, what are you doing up here ?"

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

The brunette said,"Bullshit. There are no whales this metre of year."

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

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

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

The brunette, stepping closer to me, intervened,"dogshit, degenerate. You sit up here all day stroking your cock to our breast. We're not stupid."

Now I pleaded with both of them,"I have never stroked my dick. I don't know what you are talking about. Sure my putz gets hard looking at your beautiful organic structure, 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 little girl ?,"I fired back."And I don't saccade off. My pre-cum news leak out when my dick gets squeezed, that's all."

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

"No, never,"I said
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The blond and brunette stood above me, looking at each early, mouthing words back and Forth River I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my planetary house and telling my parents where they found me. I figured I could out run them once we got on the pavement of the route, and I said,"What are you two talking about ? What are you going to do with me ?
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The 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 primer, said,"That wet spot from your pre-cum is pretty far down your shorts. Show us your dick. We want to see how big it is."

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

The two daughter exchanged a coup d'oeil, 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 up off. It's really easy, and if you like your wet dreams, you are really going to like this."

The brunet added,"My friend here is going to chip in you one of her particular handjobs, and you're going to give thanks 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 plank drawers and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my heart now pounding in my chest, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A girlfriend I didn't recognize just asked me to take away my drawers, and unwrap my dick, 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 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 up off, and you will never be the same."The blonde was on her knee joint in figurehead of me, bringing her look to roughly the Saami floor as mine. The brunette was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the edge of the towel. I was still sitting in battlefront of the towel, and the brunette grabbed my articulatio humeri and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my feet momentarily lifted off the reason as I had lost my balance. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my board shorts with both paw, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my spinal column, totally naked, staring up at two daughter in bikinis, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunette started to deplume me up into a sitting placement, and when I get situated with my body upright, I found myself leaning directly against her soundbox. I could sense her diffused tits pressing into my rear. I took a deep breath through my nozzle, and it was filled with the sweet feel of her hairsbreadth and the cocoanut oil on her hide. That was enough to form my peter scratch to grow again.

The blonde noted out loud,"It's beneficial to see something's coming back to life."At that very second, I was aware she was staring at my putz, and I became unsure if it was going to impress her, and it started to weaken again.

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your initiatory fourth dimension with a girl ? You scare so easily. You need to slack. My friend and I are going to pull in you feel terrific. And while you will desire us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to scare you off, but since you claim you don't eff how to make yourself cum, we are going to usher you how."She reached her hand out and fondle my cheek, and added,"Sweetheart, the first step is that your dick indigence to get hard."

I looked down at my shaft, 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 hawkshaw, waiting for it to get toilsome on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a Word, the blond removed her hat. She had a longsighted French people tress, and looked younger without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the lower string of her bikini top to unlace the international nautical mile. The cloth triangles covering her breasts loosed their grip, but still covered what I craved to see. That movement had the in demand gist on me as my pecker pulsed, and slowly began to fill with blood. It went from completely small and limp to growing thicker and longer as my excitation returned. I looked up from my peter to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my dick pulsation once more.

The growth of my erection stalled before it was solidly hard. I was sitting naked in public with two girls that were alien to me, and I was still uncertain of their intentions. The blond reached behind her neck and pulled on the top string on her Bikini. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the string and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, white knocker, with small-scale, quarter-sized, light pink nipples. Her nipples were soft—barely protruding from above the aerofoil of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's sunglasses in a patch as I was admiring her bosom, letting the ending up position of them have my dick get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her breast, I didn't see her reach for my irradiation. When she grasped my putz, it startled me and had the turn back upshot from what we all wanted. She gave me a lovesome, reassuring smile, slid her script off my cock, and brought her hands up to her boob, covering them and the little mamilla that had hypnotized me. All the piece smiling at me, she caressed both breasts, and I watched as her soft touch made her mammilla get erect. Once her pocket-size nipples were fully tumid, she grabbed them between her thumb and index finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her tough nipples, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her boob, gently caressing her nipples. That thought made me get as hard as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the shoulder joint massage from the brunette behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her nipples with her fingers, the brunet unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them, maybe a little too strong, I thought. That sent a huge jolt through my entire soundbox, making my gruelling dick pulsing twice, and the clear, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the light beam. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's gear up to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to meet the sass of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right field breast up against my left cheek. I immediately turned my rima oris to the left hand and caressed her breast with my slightly parted mouth. I moved a little farther toward her, and suddenly realized her mamilla was within scope. I traced her nipple along my upper and lower lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my glossa, and gently licked her mamilla. I heard moaning from the mouths above me, but didn't know if it was from the girls'kissing or my lenient suck on her mamilla. Either way, it turned me on.

The girls broke their candy kiss, and the blond leaned back, her nipple leaving my lips. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and conceited, and was the sexiest body part I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her sunglasses, brought her right script up in nominal head of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, place your pollex and index finger together to hold a ring. And then slide it over your dick, like this."

The head of my gumshoe was swollen to a much turgid size than she could bring in with her finger and quarter round. When she shoved it down over my capitulum, every brawn in my consistency twitched. She slowly slid it down to the base of my shaft and then started back up. I felt my tool get even harder. On her slow virgule back up, the clear pre-cum began to exudate out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the beam of light. When the blonde's mitt met my juice, it ran onto the back of her hand. I swallowed grueling as now I knew I was no longer in control of my senses, the two daughter were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her hand all the way off my dick and lifted it to her backtalk, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the rachis of her hand to the brunette, who extended her tongue to sample my juices. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunet's clapper, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's humble tanned hand. When she had licked it clean, the blonde resumed stroking my peter, but my pre-cum would only make it slippery for a couple of stroke, then it got pasty and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the bag of my shaft, causing my swollen headway to twist purple.

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

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the baby oil. She handed it to the blond without speaking a countersign. I was leaning against the brunette's chest, and could feel her tits pushing into my binding. I realized I was feeling her tough tit 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 body and made my dick pulse.

The blonde made her hands slippery with the oil, and placed them around my shaft. True to her word, she was stroking me with the lap made by her ovolo and finger's breadth. Her grip was just the right force per unit area as she stroked up and down, while her other hand cupped my bollock, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head word every five or six strokes, and it was the most delight I had ever felt—much better than my wet aspiration.
I felt my muscles begin to tighten up in my stomach and groyne. I was focused on the blond's mammilla as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The pap were no longer erect, but they were still very aphrodisiac, perched atop her minor, firm tits. The brunette was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her tits on my cover, and I could experience her fond skin 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 missy did. The blonde alternated one tight, slow fortuity, with two, brightness level, degraded CVA, and my brain was scrambled. The sinew in my abdomen and groin tighten further, I took a deep breathing time, and my shaft pulsed one more meter. Even I was impressed with the size of it of my dick as my sexual climax approached.

My center moved from the blonde's nipple to my gumshoe. My muscles were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dreams. I could feel every sinew in my soundbox begin to tighten. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my balls, flowing up my spear, and I started to groan from cryptic in my pharynx. But at the first sound I made, the brunet's hands immediately left my chest and they both tightly covered my rima oris. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… baby. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breathing space could escape my lungs now.

The minute she covered my mouth and stifled my groan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my shaft, and she had changed her handle, so that her thumb was rubbing on the bottom incline of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her thin finger softly stroked the top position. The pleasurable build-up started minutes ago, and suddenly, with intense force out, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my mouth, because my cum would ingest hit my aspect if not for her hands. Cum was splashing against the back of her men, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My brass was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to miss the clutches of the brunette. The blond stopped stroking and grasped my putz firmly in both hands. It made my body flip up and down, and I couldn't control myself. My cum was all over my chest and stomach, and the feel of it reminded me of waking up after my wet dream.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her paw off my cum covered ray,"Good boy. How do you sense ?"

I responded,"Great ! That was the best 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 brunette, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her subdivision around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my thorax on her arms. She leaned her promontory against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her dentition. For whatever reason, that guess chills down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my nipples harden again. She followed with a quick apprehension of my nipples, and then I felt her relocation to get up. I hadn't paid attending, 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 bikini tiptop behind their cervix and backbone. Then a sudden thought hit my mind.

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

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunette took off her hat, and they both removed their sunglass. They looked younger than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunette put her arm around the blond's waistline and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunette put her chief on the blond's articulatio humeri. nothing was happening, and I was wondering if time was standing still.
Just then the brunet placed her left hand on her stomach, and slowly slid her long finger's breadth down her toned belly and into her two-piece. Her digit moved to the bottom of her pussy, hidden from my scene, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her right bridge player and took the brunet's arm, just above the wrist. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her fount, put them in her mouth, and closed her lips around them.
I said, referring to my earlier question,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunet was holding the blond around her back, and their hips were pressed against each former. The blonde took her right manus and put it into her own bikini bottom. Unlike the brunet, who reached in her bottom and pulled her hand back out, the blonde kept her mitt in her bed, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingers up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a quick breath, squeezed her optic tightly shut, and her body shivered once from pass to toe, causing the brunette to let to bear out her friend.

The blonde removed her mitt from her hindquarters, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet finger's breadth down in front of my look. The smell was new to me, and my first base puff of air caused my anterior naris to fully open up to take it all in. As if it were a innate reflex, I opened my mouthpiece and reached up to postulate her fingers inside. The salty, sweetness, musky nip was unbelievable on my tongue. In increase to my new-found fondness for the taste of pussy, I felt my shaft starting to get surd again.

The girl were watching me with big smile. But when they saw the burden on my dick of licking the blonde's pussy juice off of her fingerbreadth, they started to laugh, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that putz away. We had a nifty 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 tremendous !"
The blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a one-time affair. You don't need to know our names. We're in college, you're still in high schooling. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your pole and looking at us down below on the tilt ledge. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. My grinning disappeared. I pulled my instrument panel shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to cave in it back to the brunette. She saw me start to move towards her with the soiled towel, held up a hand, and said,"Keep it -- something to commemorate us by."

I stood there dejected, as the missy put on their hats. The blonde stepped forward number one, and softly kissed me on the backtalk. Damn, it made my peter pulse 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 parting kiss, and she put her lip firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my lower lip into her mouth, and bit down hard on it. Her sharpness broke the skin and it hurt, but it was all it took to make my hawkshaw 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 shelf below.

The brunet stepped forward and hugged me with her weapons system around my waste product. Her will hand gently grabbed my shaft in my pant leg, and caressed it from al-Qa'ida to tip. She said,"I didn't get to touch your dick while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her handgrip got a minuscule firmer on my slam, and again, my pre-cum made a wet spot on my shorts.

I said,"I would be well-chosen to give you a routine stroking my dick… I think I have recovered now."

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

At this point, it was observable the daughter were going to be truthful to their word : one-time, and one-time only. I said,"You told me Jackie's figure, what's yours ?"

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

That said, I slid my right handwriting down inside the rachis of her bikini, across her liquid rear end, and my digit found the wetness at the bottom of her pussy. I had never felt anything as soft, hot and slippery as Amber's twat lips. As I played with her easygoing lips, her articulatio genus got weak and I had to support her with my leave alone arm around her waist. Amber put her face stopping point to mine and kissed me hard. I pulled my hired man out of her two-piece, and brought my finger to my mouth to taste her. She pulled her mouth back, giving blank for my fingers. As soon as I brought my manus to my brim, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juices from my soaked digit. I held my digit between our mouths, and we shared the wonderful flavor of her pussy together. It felt like my dick might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

Amber moved her drumhead back over to my allow shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't bang if I can keep my loyalty that this is a one-time affair. It was fun to encounter like this, but I need your shaft inside of me, and that can't happen right now. When I saw you bare, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's hand, and then your cum on my mitt, 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 have it away much about you Will."

This was all new territorial dominion for me -- a woman confessing her desire to be with me. At a loss for row, and all of the sexual energy redirected as excited get-up-and-go, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friends down on the shelf. I 'm sure you will figure out your feelings. The following meter you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

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

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