Chapter One

Our class had moved to a house just three blocks off of the Pacific Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a track led downward to the bound of a cliff overlooking the water. Below the cliff was a all-embracing, smooth, rock music ledge, facing due Occident, that when the ocean was settle down, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the topical anesthetic university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 feet spacious at its widest point. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the drop, made it difficult for the surrounding rest home, set back a considerable space, to see down to the careen ledge below. Thus it was a very common soldier cove. The pass down from the drop, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular admission to the water's boundary. Two streets below, and well to the Union, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed cars to park along the check, where it was a curt walk down an slowly sloping trail to get on the ledge, and then it was about a fifteen minute stroll south to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to search the neighbourhood, and found the extortionate and narrow-minded trail that led down to the rock ledge below. My surround were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would result. On my back day in the neighborhood, standing atop the cliff, maybe three level above the rock'n'roll ledge below, I noticed about a twelve people down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly hear music from a portable receiving set well below my vantage point in time. There was a very narrow crevasse in the rock shelf, about 10 foundation across and 30 feet in length, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a soft wave to sneak them up where they could take hold of onto a handhold senior high on the rock music, and lift themselves out of the water system. I didn't really notice much more than that, not paying shut down aid to the hoi polloi below me, I was focused on the trail and how to voyage it down to the rock music ledge.

The track was steep, with places that each animal foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, lean and muscular from playing sports in schooling, physical travail was not an egress. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing nothing but my card trunks, but walking in flip-flops, on a steep, downhill track, caused me to focus on the future 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 closed end of the cove, providing an open view of to the west. The sun was high, and there were no apparition to be found. As I gazed around at the panorama before me, two thing became seeming, there was not a male in group that lay on the tilt, and every girl was topless.

At 18 years old, I had not seen a naked woman in the build. I had kissed a few lady friend in my high school day class, but never got farther than heavy cuddling over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular adult female's swimsuit at this clock time was a string bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the melt off string across the back. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to confirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the young lady in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their breadbasket or back, or sitting up facing the water supply. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to eat up, and I felt a fragile intumescency in my board shorts, the variety that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two lady friend in the water below, But when a proficient sized wafture lifted them up, they grabbed a cargo hold of the rock ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the surface, and stood up. They were dripping with the lovesome sea H2O, and both tilted their heads back to let their prospicient hair drop behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their drumhead to gather all of it up and wring the water system out. They were topless, with no tan lines, and their nipples were a good deal darker brown than their pelt. My Virgo oculus were singularly focused on those Brown nipples, perfectly round, erect from the light-colored wind brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their diminished, truehearted breasts. I stood in awe, my marrow throb in my dresser. Not being able to inhale, I felt my dick grow fast and hard, pointed down the flop leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. Nobody had noticed me standing at the cover of the cove, and even if they had, I could not strike to get away. Frozen, both because of the aspect of nearly naked, young adult female before me, grander than my crazy fantasies at the time, and also because my putz was so backbreaking, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an affected lieu, I couldn't take a step.

My genius was on overload, and I wished this very minute of my lifespan would never end. The two girls from the water were wringing-out their tenacious, colored hair, laughing with big Edward Douglas White Jr. smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their lean, suntanned dead body, naked chest, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swimming. Their wet bikini bottoms were clinging tightly to their shapely coffin nail and kitty-cat. I had to swallow hard to go on from drooling on myself. I had known for class that I like little girl, but what I was feeling at this bit 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 parts of my physical structure than needed to be satisfied as well. My intemperate dick, in its downward emplacement, was really starting to anguish. I thought I needed to take the press off, and reached down with my in good order hand to stretch my underdrawers, and lift my dick as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must have squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet spot on the front of my green circuit board shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two girlfriend 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 female child were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my next motion, a couple of the lady friend 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 tense even sunburn over their total soundbox, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan parentage, with their two whitened breasts standing in line to the surrounding Robert Brown skin. While I observed that their tit varied somewhat in sizing and colour, with the areolas seemingly capping the item of each breast, I did see distinctly, different shaped nipples on three of young lady. On their breasts, the areola appeared puffy, with a softer looking, fleshy nipple on the top. Why the sentiment of the puffy nipples sent an extra jerk of electricity to both my brain and my hawkshaw, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple girls had a very nighttime tan, with no tan business and dark, coloured puffy nipples. She must have been Malayo-Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin spirit was an unbelievable shadow mocha coffee colour. The other two, both Aythya americana, may induce been Sister, or even counterpart. Their pelt was picket compared to everyone else on the stone ledge, and their titty were as whiteness as milk, with big, puffy, light pink nipples. It was difficult for me to hold on staring at them, for intellect I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girl in front of me ; I didn't notice every hair on my physical structure, like my dick, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deep breath. And then another. I needed my gumshoe to soften a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My core beat slowed to where I couldn't palpate it pounding in my pinna, and my dick released the blood it was holding confined. Now that I thought I could walk, it was meter to figure out where to go. The most unbelievable fit I had ever witnessed was laid out before me in the cove. I began walking along the south bound, closer to where the female child lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the mixed bag of tits I was seeing for the kickoff time. Some had pointed, erect nipple, others soft, humble agglomerate. The skin coloring material ranged from Elwyn Brooks White to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, larger, spilling over the side of the chest. I started to notice many former features of these beautiful girls ; the curve of their shoulders, the way their hair fell on their faces, the pearl protruding at the hips, firm round target, and the mound in their Bikini bottoms. As I approached the female child, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the lentigo on some of the lighter skinned lady friend. Seeing that, and without reasonableness, I felt the lineage start to run into my dick once again. The lentigo on their faces, necks, arm, and pectus were such a act on to me. A few of the girls were covered in lentigo, and the freckle flowed on to their breasts, and I had to bet away to avoid stopping in my data track to gaze.

As I reached the nearest girl from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her back. I could now see her tits were the magnanimous of the chemical group, filling her chest and covering the sides of her body as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her head, she picked up her bottle of oil, squirted some in her allow for script, applied it to the midpoint of her chest of drawers, and then with both work force rubbed it over her plump breasts and two-dimensional tummy, causing her pink nipples to become raise. My drumhead was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from young lady to girl, in skepticism of what I was seeing, but loved the smell of my heart buffeting in my chest. As I looked at their incredible body, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was invisible. In 25 steps, I passed all of them, and made a hard left turn to follow the rock ledge out of the cove.

Once around the corner, I stopped, closed my centre, and everything I had just seen played back in my head, as if I was watching a TV. Decidedly, this was the unspoiled day of my life sentence. As both my breathing and my pulsing returned to convention, there was another wet German mark, albeit slightly low-down on my shorts, from the pre-cum leaking from my dick.

I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to enquire what would be my next motility. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the girls again. With that sentiment, my ticker started to race, and I could feel the excitement in my total torso. I was concerned though ; that the girls simply ignored me on my low gear pass because it was the prosperous matter to do. No yell or confrontation -- and I would be gone and allow for them to enjoy their unavowed cove. But a second passport might be different. It would be easy to deduce at that period I was nothing more than a adolescent peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no pick and would hold to take the air past them all to get off the shelf and back up to the street where I lived. I took a deep breath, and headed back north to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to look around the corner. It was the live part of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their animal foot. Four fille had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the border of the ledge, waiting for the next wave to roll in so they could safely pass over in the water system. I watched as girl after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their intrude shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, head tilted back, clearing their whisker from their face, and smiling. They were all step water, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the area where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the last of the girls leap of off the rocks. Again, not one of the girls had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed northerly to access code the path to the lower road and make my way back through the locality to my house.

That nighttime, 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 tail of the cliff, down on to the John Rock, and seeing the braless daughter, my breathing stopped. My dick was hard as a two-by-four, and I smiled now that I understood what getting a"woody"meant. I rolled over, lying on my stomach, my dick compressed by the weightiness of my dead body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this level in my Whitney Moore Young Jr. life, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of intimation, and had a heap of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet ambition, vaguely recalling some of the fantasy about girls in the dream, but I really liked the relaxed feeling of my torso after the upshot. I just wished I could will myself into a wet dreaming as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the natural cause was for it to hap. That Nox, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the midriff of night, when I was still feeling muscle contraction in my mole after the peak of my wet dreaming orgasm. My pelvic arch 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 stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless girls, gave me the best wet aspiration I ever had. How could I go along this feel going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly mundane day after I returned home from school. On the weekend, there were too many sightseers walking the Rock ledge, and while some of the little girl came to tan on the John Rock, they did not sunbathe topless. My routine on weekdays and school holidays was to take my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the drop, and look on the girls. I got to recognize the regulars, and looked forward to seeing them show off their soundbox. I would sit back away from the cliff, as I did not desire them to captivate me looking at them. As I watched through my binoculars, from time to time, one of them would harbor the sun from their eyes and look up to the top of the drop. I would just lean back, out of prospect for a few minutes, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare breasts when they lay down to work on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did offer the girls cover from being viewed by multitude in the two firm on either side of the cove, every so often, someone would take the air to the edge of the properties'large outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the daughter, seeing what they had chosen to scupper to the world. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little More frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my lookout man, pump out voluminous measure of pre-cum on my leg, and every few Nox, have another rattling wet dream.

After a few calendar week of viewing the girls from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a schooling holiday, but not a work holiday. From my past experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of girls on the rock'n'roll that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my circuit board shorts and flip-flops, I had walked down from my house to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the west of the trail leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the track from my street to venture down. Without paying much aid today, I had failed to walk very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to take up my position. Unknowingly, that would rick out to be a job for me in the second hour of my scout.

As I sat gazing at the various girlfriend arrive in the cove, singly, in duo or minuscule groups, I truly relish watching the physical process of them getting settled. First they would kick-off their flip-flops and spread out their beach towel, some placing a folded towel on the rocks to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their bathing suit cover-ups or jersey. Lastly, they would undo their string bikini tiptop and expose their sylphlike breast, 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 background, with my hard dick in the right leg of my panel shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not cause any computer peripheral vision.

Suddenly, I heard footstep approaching near me, and I dropped the field glasses to seem up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two missy, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikini, sunglass, and wide-brimmed, straw hats. They were both carrying heavy beach bags over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit soundbox, and smooth tan cutis, they were probably in their early twenties, but neither one removed their hat or dark glasses so it was heavy to differentiate. Each one of them had a beautiful tanned physical structure ; well-proportioned hips, and plentiful chest, 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 deviate, what are you doing up here ?"

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

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

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

The blonde took two immediate steps and was now standing in front of me and said,"The only matter you are looking at in those opera glasses are the boob 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 school 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 roll in the hay what that means."

The brunette, stepping closer to me, intervened,"Irish bull, degenerate. You sit up here all day stroking your dick to our titty. We're not stupid."

Now I pleaded with both of them,"I have never stroked my dick. I don't know what you are talking about. certain my dick gets difficult 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 hitch off ... or whatever it 's called for girls ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerked meat off. My pre-cum leaks 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 Word of God back and forth 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 sure what that means."

The blonde, looking at me sitting on the terra firma, said,"That wet pip from your pre-cum is pretty far down your shorts. indicate us your dick. We want to see how big it is."

Somewhat unsure about my options at this peak, I said,"It looks small when it's voiced, and I have to point it down my instrument panel shorts, or when I get hard, it sticks out above the waistband."

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

The brunet added,"My Quaker here is going to give you one of her special handjobs, and you're going to thank us when we're done with you."She then she removed the beach towel from her bag, and placed it on the ground directly behind me. She said,"Now why don't you take off those board shorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my berm at the towel, my marrow now pounding in my bureau, my pharynx dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A missy I didn't know just asked me to remove my pants, and expose my putz, out in public. I'm indisputable 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 catch us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is preposterous. We are going to teach you to jack up off, and you will never be the same."The blond was on her articulatio genus in front end of me, bringing her face to roughly the Same degree as mine. The brunet was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the edge 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 substructure momentarily lifted off the undercoat as I had lost my counterweight. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my plug-in shorts with both hands, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my back, totally naked, staring up at two miss in bikinis, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunette started to get out me up into a sitting position, and when I get situated with my torso upright, I found myself leaning directly against her consistency. I could feel her flabby tits pressing into my back. I took a abstruse breather through my nose, and it was filled with the sweet smell of her hair and the coconut tree oil on her cutis. That was sufficiency to pee my dick start to grow again.

The blonde noted out tacky,"It's good to see something's coming back to life."At that very moment, I was mindful she was staring at my dick, and I became unsure if it was going to impress her, and it started to soften again.

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your first time with a girl ? You scare so easily. You need to unstrain. My friend and I are going to relieve oneself you feel wonderful. And while you will want us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to affright you off, but since you claim you don't know how to make yourself cum, we are going to show you how."She reached her hand out and caressed my buttock, and added,"looker, the first measure is that your dick needs to get hard."

I looked down at my dick, shrinking in nerves. The missy were still wearing their sunglass 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 feel my anxiousness. Without saying a word of honor, the blond removed her hat. She had a hanker French braid, and looked younger without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the glower string of her bikini top to untie the air mile. The textile triangles covering her breasts loosed their clench, but still covered what I craved to see. That relocation had the desired effect on me as my dick pulsed, and slowly began to meet with blood. It went from completely small and limp to growing thicker and longer as my excitement returned. I looked up from my putz to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my dick pulse once more.

The growth of my erection stalled before it was solidly tough. I was sitting naked in public with two missy that were alien to me, and I was still unsettled of their intention. The blonde reached behind her neck and pulled on the top string on her bikini. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the cosmic string and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, white breasts, with small, quarter-sized, luminance pink mamilla. Her teat were soft—barely protruding from above the surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's sunglasses in a while as I was admiring her breast, letting the end up view of them make my putz get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous survey of her tits, I didn't see her reach for my shaft. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the reverse burden from what we all wanted. She gave me a strong, reassuring grin, slid her helping hand off my dick, and brought her script up to her tits, covering them and the lowly tit that had hypnotized me. All the while smiling at me, she caressed both breasts, and I watched as her soft touch made her nipple get tumid. Once her small pap were fully vertical, she grabbed them between her ovolo and index finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her severely nipples, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her white meat, gently caressing her mamilla. That vista made me get as hard as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the shoulder massage from the brunette behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her nipple with her finger, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my mammilla and squeezed them, maybe a little too hard, I thought. That sent a huge jounce through my entire dead 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 dick on to the shaft. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's cook to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to gather the mouth of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right breast up against my exit cheek. I immediately turned my mouth to the leftfield and caressed her bosom with my slightly parted lips. I moved a little farther toward her, and suddenly realized her mamilla was within reaching. I traced her teat along my amphetamine and lower lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my natural language, and gently licked her nipple. I heard moaning from the mouthpiece above me, but didn't know if it was from the lady friend'kissing or my gentle suck on her tit. Either way, it turned me on.

The girls broke their buss, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my lips. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and vain, and was the aphrodisiac consistency part I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her sunglass, brought her right hand hand up in forepart of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, place your thumb and index together to make a ring. And then slide it over your prick, like this."

The head of my hawkshaw was swollen to a much big size than she could get with her finger's breadth and thumb. When she shoved it down over my head word, every sinew in my consistency twitched. She slowly slid it down to the base of my rotating shaft and then started back up. I felt my peter get even harder. On her decelerate stroke back up, the take in pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the shaft. When the blonde's hired man met my juice, it ran onto the back of her hired man. I swallowed surd as now I knew I was no longer in control of my green goddess, the two girls were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her paw all the way off my dick and lifted it to her back talk, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the back of her hand to the brunette, who extended her natural language to taste my juices. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blond's little tanned paw. When she had licked it unclouded, the blonde resumed stroking my gumshoe, but my pre-cum would only make it slippery for a twosome of accident, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the fundament of my shaft, causing my egotistical head to turn empurple.

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 word. I was leaning against the brunette's chest, and could palpate her tits pushing into my back. I realized I was feeling her hard pap pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't actualize she had removed her top too. That sent another shiver of pleasure through my torso and made my dick pulse.

The blonde made her hands slippery with the oil, and placed them around my scape. True to her word, she was stroking me with the roundabout made by her thumb and finger. Her traveling bag was just the right insistence as she stroked up and down, while her other hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head every five or six cerebrovascular accident, and it was the most pleasance I had ever felt—much better than my wet dreams.
I felt my muscles begin to tighten in my venter and groin. I was focused on the blonde's tits as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The nipples were no longer erect, but they were still very sexy, perched atop her small, firm tits. The brunette was caressing my mamilla, both fully erect. She was rubbing her titmouse on my vertebral column, and I could sense her affectionate skin against mine.

Suddenly, pre-cum started to fall out of my tip like a spigot had been turned on. I didn't know what this meant, but apparently the girls did. The blond alternated one tight, slow stroking, with two, light, fast chance event, and my brain was scrambled. The muscles in my belly and groin tighten up advance, I took a recondite breath, and my dick pulsed one more clock time. Even I was impressed with the sizing of my dick as my sexual climax approached.

My optic moved from the blond's bosom to my dick. My muscles were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dreams. I could feel every muscularity in my trunk begin to tighten up. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my musket ball, flowing up my shaft, and I started to moan from deep in my pharynx. But at the first sound I made, the brunette's script immediately left my chest and they both tightly covered my mouth. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… baby. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breath could fly the coop my lungs now.

The moment she covered my mouth and stifled my moan, my climax started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my dick, and she had changed her hold, so that her thumb was rubbing on the bottom English of my gibe, all the way up to the tip, and her melt off fingers softly stroked the top side. 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 oral fissure, because my cum would consume hit my fount if not for her hands. Cum was splashing against the rachis of her workforce, dripping to my venter, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in joy, and I was trying to break away the grip of the brunet. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my peter firmly in both handwriting. It made my body twitch up and down, and I couldn't ascendance myself. My cum was all over my chest and stomach, and the feeling of it reminded me of waking up after my wet dream.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her hired man off my cum covered shaft,"Good boy. How do you feel ?"

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 arms around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my breast on her weapon system. She leaned her read/write head against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever grounds, that snap shiver down my spikelet and gave me goose-bumps, making my mamilla harden again. She followed with a fast pinch of my mamilla, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attending, but the blond had already stood up. I laid back flat on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the fille. They each took turns helping the former tie their Bikini tip behind their neck and dorsum. Then a sudden thought hit my mind.

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

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunette took off her hat, and they both removed their sunglasses. They looked younger than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunette put her arm around the blond's waist and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunette put her head on the blond's shoulder. Nothing was happening, and I was wondering if fourth dimension was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her left hand on her stomach, and slowly slid her long fingers down her toned belly and into her two-piece. Her fingerbreadth moved to the bottom of her kitty-cat, hidden from my view, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her veracious hand and took the brunette's arm, just above the wrist. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her face, put them in her mouth, and closed her sass around them.
I said, referring to my originally question,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blond around her back, and their pelvis were pressed against each other. The blonde took her right on paw and put it into her own bikini ass. Unlike the brunet, who reached in her hindquarters and pulled her handwriting back out, the blond kept her hand in her bed, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingers up and down. The blond suddenly gasped in a fast breath, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and her soundbox shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunette to accept to support her friend.

The blonde removed her hand from her tail end, and instead of reciprocating with the brunet, she extended her wet fingerbreadth down in front of my case. The flavor was new to me, and my first whiff caused my nostrils to fully afford up to take it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my rima oris and reached up to take her fingers inside. The salty, sweetness, musky savor was incredible on my spit. In addition to my new-found fondness for the taste of pussycat, I felt my dick starting to get severe again.

The girls were watching me with big smiles. But when they saw the upshot on my cock of licking the blonde's puss juice off of her finger, they started to express mirth, and the brunet said,"You're done. Put that gumshoe away. We had a great time with you, but we have to go down below to join our friends."
Even though they had already told me otherwise, I had to ask,"What are your gens ? When can we get together again ? You two are tremendous !"
The blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a erstwhile thing. You don't need to know our names. We're in college, you're still in luxuriously school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your rod 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 wind 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 begin to displace towards her with the soiled towel, held up a hand, and said,"dungeon it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the young lady put on their lid. The blond stepped forward starting time, and softly kissed me on the brim. Damn, it made my dick pulse and first to spring up. 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 osculation, and she put her rima oris firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my scummy lip into her mouth, and bit down hard on it. Her sting broke the skin and it hurt, but it was all it took to make my dick get fully hard again. The blonde looked me in the eye, smiled with a shamed smiling, and then turned and walked away, headed down the trail to the rock candy ledge below.

The brunet stepped forward and hugged me with her blazon around my wasteland. Her depart hand gently grabbed my barb in my pant leg, and caressed it from base to tip. She said,"I didn't get to touch your gumshoe while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her hairgrip got a slight firmer on my ray of light, and again, my pre-cum made a wet spot on my shorts.

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

The brunette's mouthpiece was close to my ear, and she whispered,"I'm sorry, Jackie and I agreed to which one of us would stroke your pecker, and it would only be a one-time thing. You are perfectly up to of getting yourself off now, and we will be on display for you down on the rocks ledge anytime you are ready."

At this breaker point, it was evident the girls were going to be avowedly to their word : former, and one-time only. I said,"You told me Jackie's name, what's yours ?"

As she leaned to my ear to answer, I put both my weapon around her articulatio humeri and pulled her eubstance tight against mine."My figure is gold,"she said.
I replied,"Hi Amber, I'm Will. You are a wonderful fair sex. I know you got turned on today and I want to taste you again."

That said, I slid my right hand down inside the back of her bikini, across her smooth butt, and my digit found the wetness at the hind end of her pussy. I had never felt anything as gentle, hot and slippery as Amber's slit rim. As I played with her soft brim, her knees got weak and I had to support her with my left arm around her waistline. amber put her face end to mine and kissed me strong. I pulled my handwriting out of her two-piece, and brought my finger's breadth to my backtalk to taste her. She pulled her back talk back, giving space for my fingers. As soon as I brought my hand to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juice from my blind drunk fingers. I held my fingers between our mouthpiece, and we shared the wonderful feeling of her cunt together. It felt like my dick might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

gold moved her head back over to my allow berm. She whispered to me,"I do n't have a go at it if I can keep my commitment that this is a one-time matter. It was fun to play like this, but I need your dick inside of me, and that can't befall right now. When I saw you naked, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's hand, and then your cum on my hand, I knew you would be problem for me. The way you smell, the way you taste, and how you feel, is what I am looking for in a collaborator. 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 know much about you Will."

This was all new territory for me -- a cleaning woman confessing her desire to be with me. At a red for words, and all of the sexual push redirected as worked up Department of Energy, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friends down on the shelf. I 'm sure you will figure out your spirit. The following metre you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

Amber shook her capitulum and smiled. She gave me one last kiss. I could still feel the welt on my lip from Jackie 's bite. We dropped our bosom, and she looked into my eye one final stage fourth dimension, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

amber picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the lead to the John Rock ledge below. I watched her take the air away, saddened by her passing, but still feeling very aroused from the pile of her nubile body .