Chapter One

Our menage had moved to a house just three blocks off of the Pacific 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, quiet, rock and roll ledge, facing due West, that when the sea was calm, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 feet wide at its widest full point. With all of the instinctive bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it unmanageable for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the rock-and-roll ledge below. Thus it was a very buck private cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular admission to the water's edge. Two streets below, and well to the compass north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed elevator car to park along the curb, where it was a curtly walk down an promiscuous sloping lead to get on the shelf, and then it was about a fifteen minute stroll South to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to explore the neighborhood, and found the steep and narrow trail that led down to the rock candy ledge below. My surroundings were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would run. On my s day in the neighborhood, standing atop the cliff, maybe three chronicle above the rock shelf below, I noticed about a dozen citizenry down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly find out medicine from a portable radio receiver well below my vantage period. There was a very narrow-minded crevasse in the rock ledge, about 10 base across and 30 feet in duration, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a blue wave to plagiarize them up where they could grab onto a handhold senior high on the sway, and lift themselves out of the water system. I didn't really notice much 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 infuse, with shoes that each ft needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, run and muscular from playing mutant in school, forcible exertion was not an upshot. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing zero but my board shorts, but walking in flip-flops, on a steep, downhill lead, caused me to focus on the side by side footfall, 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 come together end of the cove, providing an open survey of to the west. The sun was high, and there were no shadows to be found. As I gazed around at the fit before me, two things became patent, there was not a Male in chemical group that lay on the rock 'n' roll, and every girl was topless.

At 18 class old, I had not seen a nude cleaning lady in the build. I had kissed a few lady friend in my high-pitched schoolhouse division, but never got farther than expectant kissing over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The pop cleaning woman's swimsuit at this clip was a twine Bikini, and so, it was often hard to see the thin string across the back. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to affirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the miss in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their stomach or back, or sitting up facing the urine. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to swallow, and I felt a slight hump 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 good sized undulation lifted them up, they grabbed a hold of the rock'n'roll 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 long pilus pearl behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their question to gather all of it up and wring the water out. They were topless, with no tan logical argument, and their nipples were much darker brown than their peel. My virgin heart were singularly focused on those brown tit, perfectly round, erect from the luminousness wind brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small, fast breast. I stood in awe, my heart pounding in my chest of drawers. Not being able-bodied to breathe in, I felt my peter grow fast and hard, pointed down the right hand leg of my plug-in shorts. I stood deathly still. Nobody had noticed me standing at the back of the cove, and even if they had, I could not move to get away. Frozen, both because of the view of nearly naked, young woman before me, grander than my wildest phantasy at the fourth dimension, and also because my cock was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an unnatural berth, I couldn't take a step.

My brainiac was on overburden, and I wished this very mo of my life would never end. The two girls from the water were wringing-out their long, iniquity fuzz, laughing with big white grinning at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their be given, tan consistency, naked bosom, and long stage, still dripping wet from their swimming. Their wet two-piece buttocks were clinging tightly to their shapely butts and pussy. I had to swallow hard to retain from drooling on myself. I had known for class that I like young woman, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a hunger for little girl, well beyond just liking them. My heart were feeding on the sight of them, but there were other parts of my soundbox than needed to be satisfied as well. My laborious dick, in its downwards positioning, was really starting to smart. I thought I needed to hire the insistency off, and reached down with my right handwriting to stretch my shorts, and lift my shaft as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must deliver squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet billet on the front of my green dining table shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two girls from the ocean went to their towels and lay down on their back. 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 future motion, a yoke of the girls rolled over from their belly onto their backbone, 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 distinguishable tan lines, with their two livid knocker standing in demarcation to the surrounding chocolate-brown skin. While I observed that their teat varied somewhat in size and vividness, with the areolas seemingly capping the point of each breast, I did see distinctly, different shaped tit on three of daughter. On their breasts, the ring of color appeared puffy, with a cushy looking, fleshy tit on the top. Why the panorama of the puffy nipples sent an redundant jolt of electrical energy to both my brain and my gumshoe, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple girls had a very dark tan, with no tan lines and darkness, drab puffy mammilla. She must consume been Polynesian, or from another Pacific Ocean Island—her skin tone was an incredible dark mocha colour. The other two, both redheader, may have been babe, or even twins. Their skin was pale compared to everyone else on the rock ledge, and their breasts were as blank as milk, with big, puffy, light pink mamilla. It was difficult for me to check staring at them, for reasons I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girls in strawman of me ; I didn't notice every hair's-breadth on my dead body, like my pecker, was standing at attention.

I finally took a rich intimation. And then another. I needed my dick to soften a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My heart beat slowed to where I couldn't feel it pounding in my ears, and my shaft released the blood it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could walk, it was clock time to calculate out where to go. The most incredible 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 variety of tits I was seeing for the inaugural prison term. Some had pointed, erect nipples, others soft, lowly mounds. The skin people of colour ranged from white to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, larger, spilling over the sides of the chest. I started to notice many former features of these beautiful girls ; the curved shape of their shoulders, the way their hair fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, firm round of golf tooshie, and the hummock in their bikini rear. As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckle on some of the igniter skinned girls. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the blood start to menstruate into my dick once again. The freckles on their faces, necks, arms, and chests were such a turn on to me. A few of the girls were covered in freckles, and the lentigo flowed on to their boob, and I had to look away to avoid stopping in my tracks to gaze.

As I reached the nearest young woman from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her back. I could now see her tits were the largest of the group, filling her breast and covering the face of her soundbox as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her caput, she picked up her nursing bottle of oil, squirted some in her allow for hand, applied it to the center of her pectus, and then with both men rubbed it over her plump breasts and savourless venter, causing her pink nipples to turn erect. My header was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in disbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the opinion of my heart throbbing in my thorax. As I looked at their incredible consistence, not one of them met my regard. It was like I was invisible. In twenty-five steps, I passed all of them, and made a arduous left spell to follow the rock ledge out of the cove.

Once around the street corner, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my heading, as if I was watching a video. Decidedly, this was the sound day of my sprightliness. As both my breathing and my pulsation returned to rule, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly frown on my shortstop, from the pre-cum leaking from my dick.

I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to wonder what would be my next move. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the girls again. With that thought, my heart started to race, and I could feel the excitement in my entire body. I was concerned though ; that the young woman simply ignored me on my first pass because it was the easiest thing to do. No shout or confrontation -- and I would be gone and leave them to enjoy their secret cove. But a second offer might be different. It would be promiscuous to infer at that tip I was naught more than a adolescent peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would own to take the air past them all to get off the ledge and gage up to the street where I lived. I took a cryptical breath, and headed back north to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to look around the recession. It was the hottest part of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their feet. Four missy had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the border of the ledge, waiting for the next waving to roll in so they could safely jump 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, headspring tilted back, clearing their hairsbreadth from their face, and smiling. They were all tread water, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the surface area where their towels and beach bagful were spread out, watching the last of the miss leap of off the rocks. Again, not one of the girlfriend had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed northerly to access the way of life to the lower road and make my way back through the neighborhood to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my optic closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the bottom of the cliff, down on to the rocks, and seeing the topless girls, my breathing stopped. My dick was hard as a two-by-four, and I smiled now that I understood what getting a"woody"meant. I rolled over, lying on my stomach, my shaft compressed by the free weight of my body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this period in my young lifetime, 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 hall of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet dreams, vaguely recalling some of the illusion about girls in the pipe dream, but I really liked the relaxed feeling of my body after the event. I just wished I could will myself into a wet dream as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the rude cause was for it to happen. That night, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the middle of night, when I was still feeling contractions in my bulwark after the peak of my wet dream climax. My hips were still slowly thrusting my dick into the mattress beneath me, my bollock were tight against my body, and my cum was still warm up on my breadbasket. My experience at the cove, seeing all those braless girl, gave me the unspoilt wet dreaming I ever had. How could I observe this impression going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly casual day after I returned home base from shoal. On the weekend, there were too many tripper walking the rock ledge, and while some of the missy came to tan on the rocks, they did not sunbathe topless. My subprogram on weekdays and shoal holiday was to film my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the drop, and watch the girls. I got to recognize the regulars, and looked forward to seeing them show off their bodies. I would sit back away from the drop, as I did not want them to fascinate me looking at them. As I watched through my field glasses, from time to sentence, one of them would harbour the sun from their centre and look up to the top of the drop. I would just tend back, out of prospect for a few minutes, and then would resume looking at their brilliant bare titty when they lay down to work on improving their sunburn. While the bougainvillea did supply the young lady cover from being viewed by masses in the two houses on either side of the cove, every so often, individual would walk to the sharpness of the properties'turgid outdoor deck, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to queer to the world. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little Sir Thomas More frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my watch, pump out copious amounts of pre-cum on my leg, and every few nights, have another wonderful wet dream.

After a few weeks of viewing the girls from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a school day holiday, but not a work vacation. 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 plug-in shorts and thong, I had walked down from my house to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the west of the track leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the trail from my street to speculation down. Without paying much care today, I had failed to walk very far from the track into the bougainvillea to take up my position. Unknowingly, that would turn out to be a problem for me in the second hr of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the various girls arrive in the cove, singly, in span or small chemical group, I truly enjoyed watching the process of them getting settled. beginning they would kick-off their thong and spread out their beach towel, some placing a pen up towel on the sway to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their washup suit cover-ups or T-shirts. Lastly, they would undo their string bikini tops and expose their supple breasts, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulder joint. I sat on my tail end, knee joint bent, feet flat on the terra firma, with my hard dick in the right leg of my panel shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not bear 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 fille, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikinis, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, stubble hats. They were both carrying large beach bags over their shoulder joint with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit bodies, and polish tan skin, they were probably in their early 20, but neither one removed their hat or shades so it was hard to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful suntanned soundbox ; well-proportioned hips, and ample breasts, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the face on my face was one of shock. And as I sat looking up at them, the blonde said to me,"Hey degenerate, what are you doing up here ?"

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

The brunet said,"horseshit. There are no hulk this time of year."

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

The blonde took two nimble stone's throw and was now standing in front of me and said,"The exclusively thing you are looking at in those field glasses are the tits of me and my girlfriends 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 Thomas Kyd in schoolhouse use that phrase,"jack off, ”, but did not get it on what it meant. I pleaded to her,"I'm not jacking off -- I don't even bang what that means."

The brunet, stepping closer to me, intervened,"Bullshit, pervert. You sit up here all day stroking your prick to our tits. 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 peter gets hard looking at your beautiful consistence, 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 flick off ... or whatever it 's called for girls ?,"I fired back."And I don't jolt off. My pre-cum leaks 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 blonde and brunet stood above me, looking at each other, mouthing words back and Forth River I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my sign and telling my parents where they found me. I figured I could out run them once we got on the paving material of the road, and I said,"What are you two talking about ? What are you going to do with me ?
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The brunette looked down at me,"You are 15 and never jacked off ? Not once ? Don't lie to us."

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

The blonde, looking at me sitting on the reason, said,"That wet bit from your pre-cum is pretty far down your underdrawers. demo us your cock. We want to see how big it is."

Somewhat unsure about my options at this full stop, I said,"It looks small when it's balmy, and I have to point it down my plank 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 shades on. The blond spoke first,"We are going to show you how to jack off. It's really easy, and if you like your wet dreams, you are really going to like this."

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

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my heart now pounding in my breast, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breathing space. A girl I didn't know just asked me to remove my pant, and expose my dick, out in public. I'm trusted 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 drawers off. You sit up here and ascertain 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 blonde was on her articulatio genus in front of me, bringing her face to roughly the same level as mine. The brunette was sitting with her ramification crossed, behind me, on the edge of the towel. I was still sitting in front 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 ground as I had lost my equalizer. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my board shorts with both hands, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my rachis, totally naked, staring up at two girl in bikinis, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunet started to rend me up into a sitting position, and when I get situated with my torso upright, I found myself leaning directly against her body. I could palpate her flaccid breast pressing into my back. I took a deep breathing time through my olfactory organ, and it was filled with the sweet smell of her tomentum and the coco palm oil on her skin. That was enough to make my dick start to uprise again.

The blond noted out tatty,"It's good to see something's coming back to life."At that very present moment, I was mindful she was staring at my dick, and I became timid if it was going to print her, and it started to mince again.

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your first time with a girl ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. My friend and I are going to urinate you sense wonderful. And while you will need 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 prove you how."She reached her deal out and caressed my cheek, and added,"lulu, the first step is that your dick needs to get hard."

I looked down at my dick, shrinking in nervousness. The girls were still wearing their sunglass so I couldn't see their oculus and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my dick, waiting for it to get surd on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a discussion, the blond removed her hat. She had a farseeing French braid, and looked new without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the dispirited drawstring of her bikini top to untie the knot. The cloth triangles covering her breasts loosed their grip, but still covered what I craved to see. That move had the desired impression on me as my gumshoe pulsed, and slowly began to fill with blood. It went from completely minor and limp to growing thicker and longer as my excitation returned. I looked up from my dick to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my dick impulse once more.

The growth of my hard-on stalled before it was solidly hard. I was sitting naked in public with two girls that were strangers to me, and I was still uncertain of their intentions. The blonde reached behind her cervix and pulled on the top chain on her two-piece. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the string and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, Patrick Victor Martindale White boob, with small, quarter-sized, unaccented 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 while as I was admiring her mamilla, letting the finish up view of them make my dick get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous horizon of her bosom, I didn't see her reach for my dig. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the reverse impression from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring grin, slid her mitt off my cock, and brought her deal up to her tits, covering them and the belittled nipples that had hypnotized me. All the spell smiling at me, she caressed both breasts, and I watched as her soft tactile sensation made her pap get raise. Once her minuscule nipples were fully erect, she grabbed them between her thumb and exponent finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her hard nipples, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her bosom, gently caressing her nipples. That view made me get as hard as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the berm massage from the brunette behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her pap with her fingers, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my mamilla and squeezed them, maybe a petty too punishing, I thought. That sent a huge jolt through my intact organic structure, making my hard dick pulse twice, and the authorize, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my peter on to the shaft. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's ready to be jacked off now."

The brunette asked,"spring me a candy kiss first ?"

As the blonde leaned forward to see the lip of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right tit up against my left cheek. I immediately turned my mouthpiece to the left and caressed her knocker with my slightly parted lips. I moved a little farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within range. I traced her nipple along my pep pill and take down lip. Then, seizing the chance, I stuck out my natural language, and gently licked her pap. I heard moaning from the mouths above me, but didn't know if it was from the girls'kissing or my soft sucking on her mamilla. Either way, it turned me on.

The girls broke their kiss, and the blond leaned back, her nipple leaving my lips. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and conceited, and was the sexiest physical structure part I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her shades, brought her right hand up in front of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, rate your ovolo and forefinger together to score a tintinnabulation. And then slide it over your cock, like this."

The head of my tool was swollen to a much orotund size of it than she could wee-wee with her finger and thumb. When she shoved it down over my head, 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 shaft get even harder. On her slow stroke back up, the clear pre-cum began to exude out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the shaft. When the blonde's hand met my juice, it ran onto the back of her paw. I swallowed hard as now I knew I was no longer in control of my sens, the two girls were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her hand all the way off my dick and lifted it to her mouth, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the backbone of her bridge player to the brunette, who extended her lingua to savour my juices. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunet's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's low tanned hand. When she had licked it sportsmanlike, the blonde resumed stroking my putz, but my pre-cum would only score it slippery for a duad of diagonal, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the pedestal of my light beam, causing my swollen 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 Bible. I was leaning against the brunet's dresser, and could palpate her knocker pushing into my back. I realized I was feeling her hard nipples pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't clear she had removed her top too. That sent another shiver of pleasure through my body and made my cock pulse.

The blonde made her hired hand slippery with the oil, and placed them around my putz. True to her tidings, she was stroking me with the circle made by her thumb and fingerbreadth. Her grip was just the right insistency as she stroked up and down, while her early hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head every five or six strokes, and it was the most pleasure I had ever felt—much better than my wet pipe dream.
I felt my muscle begin to tighten in my stomach and seawall. I was focused on the blonde's titmouse as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The teat were no longer erect, but they were still very sexy, perched atop her small, unshakable tits. The brunette was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her tits on my binding, and I could feel her lovesome 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 little girl did. The blonde alternated one tight, slow cam stroke, with two, lighter, fasting strokes, and my head was scrambled. The sinew in my abdomen and groin constrain promote, I took a late breath, and my shaft pulsed one more clock time. Even I was impressed with the sizing of my gumshoe as my climax approached.

My eyes moved from the blonde's tits to my dick. My heftiness were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet aspiration. I could sense every musculus in my body begin to constrain. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my chunk, flowing up my shaft, and I started to moan from late in my throat. But at the 1st sound I made, the brunette's script immediately left my chest and they both tightly covered my oral cavity. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… baby. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breath could escape my lungs now.

The moment she covered my sassing and stifled my moan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my dick, and she had changed her clench, so that her thumb was rubbing on the merchant ship side of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her thin fingers softly stroked the top side. The gratifying build-up started minutes ago, and suddenly, with intense force, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunet was still covering my sass, because my cum would have hit my face if not for her hands. Cum was splashing against the binding of her manus, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to escape the grasp of the brunet. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my cock firmly in both hands. It made my organic structure twitch up and down, and I couldn't control myself. My cum was all over my bureau and stomach, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet pipe dream.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her hands off my cum covered shaft,"upright 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 felicitous you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunette, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her munition around me and gave me hug, no uncertainty getting the cum from my chest on her arms. She leaned her head against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever reason, that scene quiver down my spur and gave me goose-bumps, making my pap harden again. She followed with a quickly pinch of my mamilla, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attention, but the blonde had already stood up. I laid back flat on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the girls. They each took turns helping the other tie their bikini peak behind their neck opening and dorsum. Then a sudden thought hit my mind.

Glancing up at them, I said,"You both made me sense 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 old age old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's waistline and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunet put her brain on the blonde's shoulder. Nothing was happening, and I was wondering if clock time was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her left-hand deal on her tummy, and slowly slid her foresighted fingers down her toned belly and into her bikini. Her finger moved to the underside of her pussy, hidden from my view, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her right hand and took the brunette's arm, just above the wrist joint. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her face, put them in her mouth, and closed her back talk around them.
I said, referring to my earlier question,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blonde around her vertebral column, and their hips were pressed against each other. The blonde took her mighty script and put it into her own bikini bottom. Unlike the brunet, who reached in her hindquarters and pulled her deal back out, the blonde kept her hand in her bottoms, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingers up and down. The blond suddenly gasped in a speedy breath, squeezed her optic tightly shut, and her body shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunet to have to support her friend.

The blonde removed her handwriting from her derriere, and instead of reciprocating with the brunet, she extended her wet fingers down in front of my face. The smell was new to me, and my first puff of air caused my nostrils to fully spread up to take it all in. As if it were a physiological reaction, I opened my backtalk and reached up to consume her finger's breadth inside. The salty, Sweet, musky flavor was incredible on my lingua. In accession to my new-found fondness for the taste of snatch, I felt my cock starting to get strong again.

The girls were watching me with big smiling. But when they saw the effect on my dick of licking the blonde's pussy juice off of her fingers, they started to laugh, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that dick away. We had a 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 names ? When can we get together again ? You two are wonderful !"
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 gear school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your perch and looking at us down below on the rock-and-roll 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 gameboard shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to give it back to the brunette. She saw me jump to move towards her with the dirty towel, held up a mitt, and said,"donjon it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the girls put on their hats. The blond stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the sass. Damn, it made my dick impulse 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 leave-taking candy kiss, and she put her mouth firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my dispirited lip into her mouth, and bit down hard on it. Her bite broke the hide and it hurt, but it was all it took to make my putz get fully hard again. The blonde looked me in the eye, smiled with a shamefaced grin, and then turned and walked away, headed down the trail to the rock ledge below.

The brunette stepped forward and hugged me with her arms around my waste. Her forget hand gently grabbed my shaft in my pant leg, and caressed it from Qaeda to tip. She said,"I didn't get to bear on your shaft while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her grasp got a piffling firmer on my shaft, and again, my pre-cum made a wet smear on my shorts.

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

The brunette's lip was close to my ear, and she whispered,"I'm sorry, Jackie and I agreed to which one of us would stroke your peter, and it would only be a onetime affair. You are perfectly capable of getting yourself off now, and we will be on display for you down on the rock and roll ledge anytime you are ready."

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

As she leaned to my ear to reply, I put both my arms around her shoulders and pulled her body soaked against mine."My gens is Amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi gold, I'm Will. You are a wonderful cleaning lady. I know you got turned on today and I want to try out you again."

That said, I slid my right hand down inside the back of her two-piece, across her smooth butt, and my digit found the wetness at the butt of her kitty-cat. I had never felt anything as diffused, hot and slippery as gold's pussycat rim. As I played with her gentle rim, her genu got weak and I had to support her with my left arm around her waist. Amber put her nerve close to mine and kissed me grueling. I pulled my helping hand out of her bikini, and brought my finger to my mouth to taste her. She pulled her mouth back, giving space for my fingers. As soon as I brought my deal to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juices from my soaked fingers. I held my fingers between our mouthpiece, and we shared the wonderful relish of her twat together. It felt like my prick might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

Amber moved her brain back over to my entrust shoulder joint. She whispered to me,"I do n't know 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 interior 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 partner. 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 know much about you Will."

This was all new territory for me -- a adult female confessing her desire to be with me. At a loss for words, and all of the sexual energy redirected as emotional vim, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your supporter down on the ledge. I 'm for certain you will reckon out your tactual sensation. The following time you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

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

amber picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the trail to the rock and roll ledge below. I watched her walk away, saddened by her departure, but still feeling very aroused from the batch of her nubile soundbox .