Chapter One

Our kinsfolk had moved to a home just three blocks off of the Pacific Ocean Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the edge of a cliff overlooking the water supply. Below the cliff was a wide-eyed, unruffled, rock ledge, facing due west, that when the ocean was serene, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 animal foot wide at its wide point. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it difficult for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable aloofness, to see down to the rock ledge below. Thus it was a very private cove. The walk down from the drop, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular entree to the water's edge. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed cars to park along the check, where it was a short walk down an easy sloping lead to get on the shelf, and then it was about a fifteen arcminute stroll south to strive the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new mansion, I began to explore the vicinity, and found the steep and narrow 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 go. On my indorse day in the neighborhood, standing atop the cliff, maybe three level above the rock ledge below, I noticed about a dozen people down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly get word music from a portable radio well below my vantage stage. There was a very constringe crevasse in the rock ledge, about 10 feet across and 30 feet in length, where two people were floating in the sea, waiting for a entitle wave to reverse them up where they could snaffle onto a handhold high on the rocks, and nobble themselves out of the water. I didn't really notice much more than that, not paying close care to the mass below me, I was focused on the trail and how to navigate it down to the rock music ledge.

The trail was outrageous, with places that each foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, lean and hefty from playing variation in school, physical travail was not an issue. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing nothing but my display board shorts, but walking in flip-flop, on a steep, downhill lead, caused me to focus on the future step, and not thinking about what I would find at the end of my journey. I made my way down the lead, and it brought me to the closed end of the cove, providing an open aspect of to the west. The sun was high, and there were no phantom to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two thing became apparent, there was not a male in group that lay on the rocks, and every miss was topless.

At 18 eld old, I had not seen a defenseless adult female in the flesh. I had kissed a few female child in my high-pitched school day category, but never got farther than weighed down petting over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular woman's swimsuit at this sentence was a string bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the lean train across the back. I was not wearing sunglass, 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 tummy or back, or sitting up facing the pee. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to withdraw, and I felt a slender bump in my card shorts, the form that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two miss in the body of water below, But when a sound sized undulation lifted them up, they grabbed a hold of the Rock shelf, and pulled themselves up onto the open, and stood up. They were dripping with the ardent sea water, and both tilted their heads back to let their farseeing tomentum cliff behind them, and they reached their hand up and over their head to gather all of it up and wring the water out. They were topless, with no tan lines, and their nipples were much darker brown than their peel. My Virgo oculus were singularly focused on those chocolate-brown mamilla, perfectly round, erect from the light farting brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their low, firm breast. I stood in awe, my heart pound in my chest. Not being capable to inhale, I felt my dick grow fast and hard, pointed down the rectify leg of my gameboard shorts. I stood deathly still. cypher had noticed me standing at the book binding of the cove, and even if they had, I could not move to get away. Frozen, both because of the setting of nearly nude, young woman before me, tremendous than my wildest fancy at the clip, and also because my tool was so tough, and uncomfortably pointed down my trouser leg in an unnatural position, I couldn't take a step.

My brain was on overload, and I wished this very mo of my living would never end. The two young lady from the weewee were wringing-out their recollective, drear hair, laughing with big White River smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their be given, bronze torso, defenseless chest, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet Bikini bottom were clinging tightly to their shapely butts and kitty. I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling on myself. I had known for eld that I like fille, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a hunger for fille, well beyond just liking them. My eyes were feeding on the sight of them, but there were early parts of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard dick, in its downward posture, was really starting to ache. I thought I needed to take aim the pressure off, and reached down with my rightfulness hand to debase my short circuit, and arise my cock as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must make squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet smudge on the forepart of my leafy vegetable board shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two young woman from the ocean went to their towels and lay down on their backs. Now, no one was standing in the cove but me ; all of the girls were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my side by side move, a couple of the girl rolled over from their stomachs onto their backs, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly unadulterated even topaz over their integral bodies, others, probably new to the cove, had discrete tan lines, with their two white chest standing in line to the surrounding browned skin. While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in size and coloring material, with the ring of color seemingly capping the point of each knocker, I did see distinctly, dissimilar shaped nipples on three of girls. On their chest, the ring of color appeared puffy, with a softer looking, overweight nipple on the top. Why the horizon of the puffy nipples sent an extra jolt of electricity to both my learning ability and my dick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple lady friend had a very dark tan, with no tan lines and dark, dark puffy tit. She must have been Polynesian, or from another Pacific Ocean Island—her skin flavor was an incredible dark mocha semblance. The other two, both redheads, may have been sister, or even twin. Their peel was blanch compared to everyone else on the rock 'n' roll ledge, and their breasts were as Patrick White as milk, with big, turgid, unclouded pink teat. It was difficult for me to break off staring at them, for reasons I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the female child in presence of me ; I didn't notice every hair on my torso, like my peter, was standing at attention.

I finally took a late breath. And then another. I needed my prick to cushion a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My tenderness beat slowed to where I couldn't palpate it pounding in my pinna, and my peter released the line of descent it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could walk, it was time to figure out where to go. The most incredible setting I had ever witnessed was laid out before me in the cove. I began walking along the south border, closer to where the little girl lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the variety of bosom I was seeing for the first prison term. Some had pointed, erect nipples, others soft, little mounds. The skin colors ranged from whitened to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, larger, spilling over the sides of the bureau. I started to notice many other characteristic of these beautiful girls ; the curve ball of their articulatio humeri, the way their hairsbreadth fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, firm round of golf butts, and the mound in their bikini bum. As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the lighter skinned girls. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the blood start to flow into my dick once again. The freckles on their faces, neck opening, arms, and chest of drawers were such a turn on to me. A few of the girls were covered in lentigo, and the freckles flowed on to their chest, and I had to look away to annul fillet in my tracks to stare.

As I reached the nearest girl from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her book binding. I could now see her tits were the expectant of the chemical 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 leave behind paw, applied it to the center of her chest, and then with both hands rubbed it over her plump breasts and flat stomach, causing her pink nipples to suit set up. My head was spinning, and I was actually giddy. I walked slowly, glancing from fille to girl, in disbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the feeling of my inwardness pounding in my bureau. As I looked at their incredible bodies, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was unseeable. In 25 steps, I passed all of them, and made a punishing left turn to follow the rock shelf out of the cove.

Once around the corner, I stopped, closed my heart, 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 pulsing returned to normal, there was another wet target, albeit slightly grim 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 question what would be my next movement. I began to clear there was no way up to the top of the drop-off without passing the girls again. With that thought, my sum started to race, and I could sense the excitement in my entire body. I was concerned though ; that the lady friend simply ignored me on my first flip because it was the easiest thing to do. No outcry or confrontation -- and I would be gone and leave them to delight their secret cove. But a minute pass might be different. It would be gentle to derive at that spot I was aught more than a teenage peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would possess to take the air past them all to get off the ledge and second up to the street where I lived. I took a late breath, and headed back magnetic north to the cove.

I approached the boundary of the cove slowly, and stopped to appear around the corner. It was the hot part of the day, and now all of the young lady were now on their feet. Four girls had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the edge of the ledge, waiting for the side by side wave to roll in so they could safely pass over in the water. I watched as girl after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their nose shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, head tilted back, clearing their hairsbreadth from their typeface, and smiling. They were all tread body of 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 young lady leap of off the rocks. Again, not one of the young lady had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed north to approach the path to the lower road and make my way back through the neighbourhood to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the bottom of the drop-off, down on to the rocks, and seeing the topless girls, 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 trunk on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this full point in my immature 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 raft of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet dreams, vaguely recalling some of the illusion about girls in the dream, but I really liked the relaxed feeling of my physical structure after the result. I just wished I could will myself into a wet dreaming as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the lifelike reason was for it to befall. That night, I fell asleep on my venter, and awoke in the middle of Nox, when I was still feeling contractions in my seawall after the peak of my wet dream orgasm. My coxa were still slowly thrusting my cock into the mattress beneath me, my orb were tight against my physical structure, and my cum was still fond 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 hold this smell going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly everyday day after I returned rest home from school. On the weekend, there were too many rubberneck walking the rock ledge, and while some of the lady friend came to tan on the sway, they did not sunbathe topless. My number on weekdays and school holidays was to need my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the drop-off, and ascertain the girls. I got to tell apart the regulars, and looked forward to seeing them show off their bodies. I would sit back away from the drop, as I did not require them to trance me looking at them. As I watched through my field glasses, from meter to time, one of them would harbour the sun from their centre and look up to the top of the cliff. I would just lean back, out of view for a few proceedings, and then would restart looking at their glorious bare breasts when they lay down to work on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did provide the girls cover from being viewed by people in the two mansion on either side of the cove, every so often, someone would walk to the edge of the place'turgid outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to give away to the world. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little More frequency. I would get a rock-hard erecting during my watch, pump out plenteous measure of pre-cum on my leg, and every few nights, have another fantastic wet dream.

After a few weeks of viewing the female child from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a schoolhouse holiday, but not a work holiday. From my past 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 shorts and flip-flops, I had walked down from my household to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the west of the trail leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the lead from my street to venture down. Without paying much attention today, I had failed to walk very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to direct up my position. Unknowingly, that would turn out to be a problem for me in the second hour of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the various female child arrive in the cove, singly, in pairs or modest groups, I truly enjoyed watching the procedure of them getting settled. beginning they would kick-off their thong and spread out their beach towel, some placing a close towel on the rocks to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their washup lawsuit cover-ups or T-shirt. Lastly, they would unlace their string bikini cover and expose their supple white meat, always adjusting their tomentum, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulder joint. I sat on my butt, knees bent, feet matte on the ground, with my hard putz in the right-hand leg of my board shorts. Since I was looking through the opera glasses, I did not sustain any peripheral vision.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to look up, but it was too tardy. I was busted. It was two female child, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikinis, shades, and wide-brimmed, straw hats. They were both carrying big beach old bag over their articulatio humeri with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit physical structure, and smooth tan skin, they were probably in their early mid-twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was hard to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful tanned body ; well-proportioned hips, and copious bosom, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the expression on my expression was one of shock. 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 giant watching."Hoping they didn't notice my gruelling dick as it was rapidly deflating.

The brunet said,"horseshit. There are no whales this metre of year."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"wellspring 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 brunet stood above me, looking at each other, mouthing discussion back and Forth River I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my house and telling my parents where they found me. I figured I could out run them once we got on the 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 brunette looked down at me,"You are fifteen and never jacked off ? Not once ? Don't lie to us."

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

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

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

The two fille exchanged a coup d'oeil, 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 demonstrate you how to jack off. It's really easy, and if you like your wet pipe dream, you are really going to care this."

The brunette added,"My friend here is going to founder 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 gameboard trunks and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my nub now pounding in my chest, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A daughter I didn't know just asked me to remove my pants, and let out my peter, out in public. I'm sure enough 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 ridiculous. We are going to teach you to jack off, and you will never be the same."The blond was on her human knee in front of me, bringing her human face to roughly the Saami level as mine. The brunette was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the sharpness 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 feet momentarily lifted off the ground as I had lost my balance. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistcloth of my control board shorts with both hands, and pulled them down to my articulatio talocruralis. I found myself lying on my back, totally naked, staring up at two girl in Bikini, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunet started to pull me up into a sitting position, and when I get situated with my torso vertical, I found myself leaning directly against her trunk. I could feel her mild tits pressing into my back. I took a inscrutable breath through my nozzle, and it was filled with the Sweet sense of smell of her hair and the coconut oil on her peel. That was plenty to ready my dick start to develop again.

The blond noted out loud,"It's skilful to see something's coming back to life."At that very moment, I was aware she was staring at my cock, and I became unsure if it was going to instill her, and it started to buffer again.

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your first fourth dimension with a girl ? You scare so easily. You need to slacken. My friend and I are going to constitute you find wonderful. And while you will want us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to scare off you off, but since you claim you don't recognise how to make yourself cum, we are going to demonstrate you how."She reached her handwriting out and caressed my cheek, and added,"steady, the first step is that your tool needs to get hard."

I looked down at my dick, shrinking in nervousness. The girls were still wearing their sunglasses so I couldn't see their eyes and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my dick, waiting for it to get hard on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a Christian Bible, the blonde removed her hat. She had a longsighted French braid, and looked vernal without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the lower drawing string of her two-piece top to loosen the grayback. The material triangles covering her breasts loosed their grip, but still covered what I craved to see. That movement had the desired effect on me as my pecker pulsed, and slowly began to fill with blood. It went from completely small and limp to growing thicker and longer as my exhilaration returned. I looked up from my prick to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my peter pulse rate once more.

The emergence of my erecting stalled before it was solidly laborious. I was sitting naked in public with two girl that were strangers to me, and I was still changeable of their intentions. The blonde reached behind her neck and pulled on the top twine 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, flannel breasts, with minor, quarter-sized, brightness pink nipples. Her nipples were soft—barely protruding from above the surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's sunglasses in a spell as I was admiring her tits, letting the close up view of them take a leak my cock get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous sight of her tits, I didn't see her range for my jibe. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the reverse effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring smiling, slid her hands off my hawkshaw, and brought her hands up to her tits, covering them and the little teat that had hypnotized me. All the patch smiling at me, she caressed both breasts, and I watched as her soft touch made her nipples get erect. Once her small nipples were fully rear, she grabbed them between her quarter round and index finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her unvoiced nipples, then she lightly rubbed her tanned finger's breadth over her tit, gently caressing her pap. That opinion made me get as knockout 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 nipples with her fingers, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulder and grabbed my mamilla and squeezed them, maybe a lilliputian too unvoiced, I thought. That sent a immense jolt through my full body, making my hard dick pulse twice, and the clear, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my tool on to the shaft. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's ready to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to run into the mouth of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right hand knocker up against my allow for cheek. I immediately turned my mouth to the left and caressed her bosom with my slightly parted brim. I moved a little farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within compass. I traced her nipple along my upper and lower lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my clapper, and gently licked her mammilla. I heard moaning from the mouth above me, but didn't know if it was from the little girl'kissing or my soft suction on her nipple. Either way, it turned me on.

The girls broke their kiss, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my rim. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and swell, and was the sexiest eubstance parting I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her sunglasses, brought her right hand up in front of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, place your thumb and forefinger together to make a ringing. And then slide it over your tool, like this."

The head of my shaft was swollen to a much magnanimous size of it than she could make with her digit and thumb. When she shoved it down over my psyche, every muscularity in my soundbox twitched. She slowly slid it down to the base of my light beam and then started back up. I felt my putz get even harder. On her slow CVA back up, the pull in pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip again. It ran off the foreland, and started down the gibe. When the blonde's hand met my juice, it ran onto the back of her hired hand. I swallowed intemperately as now I knew I was no longer in control of my senses, the two girls were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her hired man all the way off my dick and lifted it to her sass, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the book binding of her hand to the brunette, who extended her lingua to taste my juice. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunet's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's small tanned hand. When she had licked it clean, the blonde resumed stroking my putz, but my pre-cum would only do it slippery for a duo of strokes, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the base of my shaft, causing my swollen head to release purpleness.

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

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the child oil. She handed it to the blonde without speaking a Logos. I was leaning against the brunette's chest, and could feel her tits pushing into my back. I realized I was feeling her knockout nipples pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't realize she had removed her top too. That sent another tremble of pleasure through my consistency and made my hawkshaw pulse.

The blonde made her custody slippery with the oil, and placed them around my shaft. True to her word, she was stroking me with the R-2 made by her thumb and fingerbreadth. Her adhesive friction was just the right pressure as she stroked up and down, while her other manus cupped my balls, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my pass every five or six strokes, and it was the most pleasance I had ever felt—much better than my wet dreams.
I felt my muscles begin to reduce in my breadbasket and jetty. I was focused on the blonde's pap as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The pap were no longer raise, but they were still very aphrodisiac, perched atop her small, firm mammilla. The brunette was caressing my tit, both fully erect. She was rubbing her pap on my back, and I could feel her tender 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 girls did. The blonde alternated one tight, slow stroke, with two, brightness level, dissipated solidus, and my brain was scrambled. The muscleman in my abdomen and groin tighten far, I took a deeply breath, and my dick pulsed one More time. Even I was impressed with the size of my peter as my orgasm approached.

My optic moved from the blonde's tits to my shaft. My muscular tissue were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet aspiration. I could feel every brawn in my torso begin to stiffen. I felt the hot press release of cum, leaving my clod, flowing up my shaft, and I started to moan from deep in my throat. But at the first speech sound I made, the brunet's hands immediately left my chest and they both tightly covered my mouth. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… child. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breathing spell could head for the hills my lungs now.

The moment she covered my mouth and stifled my moan, my coming started. I was looking at the blond's hand stroking my dick, and she had changed her clasp, so that her ovolo was rubbing on the bottom slope of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her thin digit softly stroked the top side. The gratifying build-up started moment ago, and suddenly, with vivid force, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my mouth, because my cum would have hit my typeface if not for her helping hand. Cum was splashing against the spinal column of her manus, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My typeface was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to escape the bag of the brunette. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my shaft firmly in both custody. It made my body twitch up and down, and I couldn't control condition myself. My cum was all over my chest and belly, and the scent of it reminded me of waking up after my wet pipe dream.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her hands off my cum covered shaft,"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 brunet, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her arm around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my bureau on her sleeve. She leaned her psyche against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever ground, that shot tingle down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my mamilla harden again. She followed with a quick tweak of my nipple, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attention, but the blond had already stood up. I laid back flavorless 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 thought hit my mind.

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

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunette took off her hat, and they both removed their dark glasses. They looked younger than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's waist and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunette put her foreland on the blonde's shoulder joint. Nothing was happening, and I was wondering if sentence was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her left manus on her tum, and slowly slid her foresighted digit down her toned belly and into her bikini. Her fingers moved to the butt of her kitty, hidden from my view, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her right field handwriting and took the brunette's arm, just above the carpus. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingerbreadth up to her face, put them in her sassing, and closed her rim around them.
I said, referring to my earlier inquiry,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blonde around her back, and their hip were pressed against each other. The blond took her right helping hand and put it into her own Bikini buttocks. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her buns and pulled her hand back out, the blond kept her hand in her derriere, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingerbreadth up and down. The blond suddenly gasped in a agile breather, squeezed her oculus tightly shut, and her torso shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunette to consume to tolerate her friend.

The blonde removed her hand from her bottoms, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet fingers down in movement of my face. The smell was new to me, and my first gear whiff caused my anterior naris to fully open up to submit it all in. As if it were a inborn reflex, I opened my backtalk and reached up to take her finger inside. The salty, sweet, musky flavor was incredible on my tongue. In accession to my new-found fondness for the taste of pussy, I felt my putz starting to get laborious again.

The girls were watching me with big smile. But when they saw the effect on my dick of licking the blonde's pussy juice off of her digit, they started to laugh, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that dick away. We had a great clip with you, but we have to go down below to get together our friends."
Even though they had already told me otherwise, I had to ask,"What are your public figure ? 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 know our public figure. We're in college, you're still in high-pitched school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your perch and looking at us down below on the rock ledge. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the stomach and knocked the jazz out of me. My smile disappeared. I pulled my board shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to pay it back to the brunette. She saw me start to make a motion towards her with the soiled towel, held up a manus, and said,"Keep it -- something to recall us by."

I stood there dejected, as the girls put on their hat. The blonde stepped forward beginning, and softly kissed me on the lips. darn, it made my dick pulse and starting time to develop. She said,"We will always be down there when you want to see us."I had no answer, 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 sass firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my bring down lip into her backtalk, and bit down hard on it. Her bit broke the peel and it hurt, but it was all it took to produce my dick get fully hard again. The blonde looked me in the eye, smiled with a guilty smiling, and then turned and walked away, headed down the trail to the rock ledge below.

The brunette stepped forward and hugged me with her sleeve around my wastefulness. Her will hand gently grabbed my beam of light in my pant leg, and caressed it from base to tip. She said,"I didn't get to bear on your hawkshaw while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her hairgrip got a lilliputian firmer on my barb, and again, my pre-cum made a wet speckle on my shorts.

I said,"I would be happy to throw you a routine 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 hawkshaw, and it would only be a one-time thing. You are perfectly adequate to of getting yourself off now, and we will be on show for you down on the rocks ledge anytime you are ready."

At this point, it was patent the girls were going to be admittedly to their Son : one-time, and one-time only. I said,"You told me Jackie's gens, what's yours ?"

As she leaned to my ear to reply, I put both my arms around her berm and pulled her physical structure tight against mine."My name is Amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi Amber, I'm Will. You are a grand woman. I know you got turned on today and I want to sample you again."

That said, I slid my right hand down inside the back of her Bikini, across her smooth buns, and my fingerbreadth found the wetness at the bottom of her slit. I had never felt anything as soft, hot and slippery as gold's purulent lips. As I played with her soft backtalk, her genu got weakly and I had to support her with my unexpended arm around her waist. gold put her expression last to mine and kissed me grueling. I pulled my hand out of her two-piece, and brought my finger to my mouth to try her. She pulled her mouth back, giving infinite for my digit. As soon as I brought my hand to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own succus from my soaked finger. I held my fingers between our sassing, and we shared the fantastic flavor of her pussy together. It felt like my dick might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

Amber moved her promontory back over to my impart shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't know if I can keep my commitment that this is a former thing. It was fun to play like this, but I need your dick inside of me, and that can't happen right now. When I saw you naked, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's hand, and then your cum on my 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 married person. I ca n't conceive I found you up here, but have n't decided yet if I 'll be back. I do n't really hump much about you Will."

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

gold shook her head word and smiled. She gave me one last-place candy kiss. I could still experience the welt on my lip from Jackie 's collation. We dropped our embrace, and she looked into my eyes one last time, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

gold picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the lead to the rock ledge below. I watched her walk away, saddened by her departure, but still spirit very aroused from the visual modality of her nubile body .