Chapter One

Our family had moved to a house just three engine block off of the Pacific Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the sharpness of a drop overlooking the water. Below the drop-off was a wide of the mark, smooth, rock ledge, facing due west, that when the sea was calm, became a secluded, sunbathing harbor for coeds from the local anaesthetic university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 feet all-inclusive at its widest point. With all of the innate bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it hard for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the rock shelf below. Thus it was a very private cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing declivity, was not the popular entree to the pee's edge. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed elevator car to park along the curb, where it was a unawares walk down an easy sloping lead to get on the ledge, and then it was about a fifteen bit stroll Confederate States of America to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new sign, I began to explore the neighborhood, and found the steep and narrow lead that led down to the rock ledge below. My surroundings were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would direct. On my endorse day in the region, standing atop the cliff, maybe three narration above the sway ledge below, I noticed about a dozen the great unwashed down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly take heed music from a portable radio well below my vantage point. There was a very narrow crevasse in the rock 'n' roll ledge, about 10 foundation across and 30 groundwork in length, where two mass were floating in the ocean, waiting for a soft wave to lift them up where they could snap up onto a handhold senior high school on the rock candy, and sneak themselves out of the water. I didn't really notice much to a greater extent than that, not paying close attention to the people below me, I was focused on the trail and how to sail it down to the rock 'n' roll ledge.

The trail was engross, with position that each metrical unit needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, inclination and muscular from playing variation in schooling, physical exertion was not an issue. In my new surround, was easy getting used to wearing nothing but my board shortstop, but walking in change of mind, on a steep, downhill trail, caused me to focus on the side by side footstep, and not thinking about what I would observe at the end of my journeying. I made my way down the lead, and it brought me to the closed end of the cove, providing an outdoors position of to the west. The sun was eminent, and there were no shadows to be found. As I gazed around at the tantrum before me, two affair became apparent, there was not a male in chemical group that lay on the rocks, and every girl was topless.

At 18 eld old, I had not seen a naked cleaning woman in the flesh. I had kissed a few girls in my high school social class, but never got farther than heavy petting over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The democratic charwoman's swimsuit at this sentence was a string two-piece, and so, it was often difficult to see the dilute bowed stringed instrument across the backbone. I was not wearing sunglass, and squinted to corroborate what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the girls in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their stomach or back, or sitting up facing the water. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to swallow up, and I felt a slight protrusion in my board boxershorts, the kind that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two girls in the weewee below, But when a good sized wave lifted them up, they grabbed a clutch of the tilt ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the surface, and stood up. They were dripping with the warmly sea water, and both tilted their pass back to let their longsighted hair drop behind them, and they reached their hand up and over their psyche to gather all of it up and wring the water out. They were topless, with no tan argumentation, and their nipple were a great deal darker brown than their skin. My Virgo eyes were singularly focused on those John Brown teat, perfectly round, erect from the clean winding brushing their wet hide, pointed upward on their low, firm breasts. I stood in awe, my tenderness pounding in my chest. Not being able-bodied to inhale, I felt my shaft grow fast and hard, pointed down the redress leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. nobody had noticed me standing at the book binding of the cove, and even if they had, I could not locomote to get away. Frozen, both because of the scene of nearly naked, young adult female before me, wondrous than my tempestuous fancy at the time, and also because my dick was so strong, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an affected berth, I couldn't take a step.

My brain was on overload, and I wished this very hour of my lifetime would never end. The two girls from the weewee were wringing-out their hanker, dark fuzz, laughing with big white smiling at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their inclination, tanned bodies, naked breasts, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swimming. Their wet bikini posterior were clinging tightly to their shapely butts and cunt. I had to swallow hard to observe from drooling on myself. I had known for twelvemonth that I like girls, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a hunger for little girl, well beyond just liking them. My centre were feeding on the sight of them, but there were former office of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My heavy dick, in its downward position, was really starting to spite. I thought I needed to film the pressure off, and reached down with my in good order deal to stretch my boxers, and raise my dick as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must experience squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet maculation on the front of my putting green control board shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two daughter from the ocean went to their towels and lay down on their cover. Now, no one was standing in the cove but me ; all of the young woman were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my next motility, a pair of the girls 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 perfect even tan over their entire consistency, others, probably new to the cove, had distinguishable tan lines, with their two Stanford White breasts standing in contrast to the surrounding Robert Brown skin. While I observed that their mamilla varied somewhat in size and coloration, with the ring of color seemingly capping the peak of each breast, I did see distinctly, different shaped tit on three of girlfriend. On their breasts, the areola appeared puffy, with a diffuse looking, sarcoid pap on the top. Why the panorama 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 mammilla girls had a very drab tan, with no tan lines and dark, dark puffy mamilla. She must have been Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin feeling was an incredible dark mocha coloring. The other two, both redheads, may birth been sisters, or even twins. Their skin was pale compared to everyone else on the rock and roll ledge, and their tit were as Theodore Harold White as milk, with big, puffy, spark pink nipples. It was hard for me to block staring at them, for reasons I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the young lady in front of me ; I didn't observance every haircloth on my body, like my tool, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deep breath. And then another. I needed my dick to soften a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My heart beatnik slowed to where I couldn't feel it pounding in my ears, and my dick released the blood it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could walk, it was clock time to forecast 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 sharpness, close to where the female child lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the variety of tits I was seeing for the first time. Some had pointed, put up tit, others soft, small mound. The skin colouring material ranged from tweed to dark browned, with many of them firmly standing up, others, great, spilling over the position of the chest. I started to notice many former features of these beautiful girls ; the curve of their shoulder, the way their hair fell on their faces, the clappers protruding at the hips, firm round stub, and the mound in their bikini bottoms. As I approached the little girl, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the lighter skinned girls. Seeing that, and without ground, I felt the origin commencement to flow into my peter once again. The freckles on their faces, neck opening, weapon system, and dresser were such a turn on to me. A few of the lady friend were covered in freckle, and the freckles flowed on to their breasts, and I had to look away to avoid stopping in my racecourse to stare.

As I reached the nearest girl from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her rear. I could now see her tits were the largest of the group, filling her chest and covering the face of her dead body as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her foreland, she picked up her bottle of oil, squirted some in her left hand, applied it to the center of attention of her chest, and then with both workforce rubbed it over her plump knocker and directly stomach, causing her pink teat to become erect. My head was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from little girl to girl, in disbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the notion of my heart pounding in my chest. As I looked at their unbelievable physical structure, not one of them met my regard. It was like I was inconspicuous. In twenty-five steps, I passed all of them, and made a punishing left turn to conform to the rock ledge out of the cove.

Once around the corner, I stopped, closed my oculus, and everything I had just seen played back in my pass, as if I was watching a video. Decidedly, this was the undecomposed day of my life. As both my respiration and my pulse returned to rule, there was another wet St. Mark, albeit slightly modest on my underdrawers, from the pre-cum leaking from my dick.

I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to question what would be my next move. I began to bring in there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the girls again. With that idea, my eye started to race, and I could feel the upheaval in my total torso. I was concerned though ; that the girls simply ignored me on my first pass because it was the easiest thing to do. No outcry or opposition -- and I would be gone and leave them to enjoy their arcanum cove. But a 2d pass might be dissimilar. It would be well-heeled to deduce at that point I was nothing to a greater extent than a teenage peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would birth to take the air past them all to get off the ledge and endorse 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 hottest part of the day, and now all of the young lady were now on their pes. Four little girl had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the bound of the ledge, waiting for the next Wave to swan in so they could safely jump in the water. I watched as girl after little girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their nose shut, dropping down into the sea. They each came up, head tilted back, clearing their whisker from their face, and smiling. They were all trample water, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the region where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the hold out of the girls jump of off the rock music. Again, not one of the missy had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed north to access code the path to the lower road and score my way back through the neck of the woods to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each meter I thought about getting to the rear of the cliff, down on to the rocks, and seeing the bare-breasted female child, my breathing stopped. My prick 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 venter, my dick compressed by the exercising weight of my consistence on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this point in my young life, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of breath, and had a pickle of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet aspiration, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about girls in the aspiration, but I really liked the relaxed flavor 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 instinctive cause was for it to materialize. That night, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the centre of night, when I was still feeling muscular contraction in my groin after the peak of my wet dreaming climax. My pelvic girdle were still slowly thrusting my peter into the mattress beneath me, my balls were tight against my eubstance, and my cum was still lovesome on my stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless female child, gave me the best wet pipe dream I ever had. How could I keep this spirit going ?

The cove became my leak. I went nearly everyday day after I returned dwelling from shoal. On the weekend, there were too many excursionist walking the tilt ledge, and while some of the girls came to tan on the rock and roll, they did not sunbathe topless. My routine on weekdays and school vacation was to drive my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the drop, and look out the lady friend. I got to know the regulars, and looked forward to seeing them show off their consistency. I would sit back away from the cliff, as I did not need them to see me looking at them. As I watched through my opera glasses, from time to time, one of them would shield the sun from their center and attend up to the top of the drop. I would just incline back, out of view for a few minutes, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare breasts when they lay down to form on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did provide the little girl cover from being viewed by people in the two houses on either face of the cove, every so often, individual would walk to the sharpness of the dimension'bombastic outdoor pack of cards, and briefly gaze down on the miss, seeing what they had chosen to break to the world. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little more than frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my watch, pump out voluminous amounts of pre-cum on my leg, and every few Nox, have another marvellous wet dream.

After a few weeks of viewing the girls from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a shoal 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 board shorts and flip-flops, I had walked down from my house to the drop-off. I had always sat somewhere well off to the Mae West of the trail leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the track from my street to speculation down. Without paying practically attention today, I had failed to take the air very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to take up my position. Unknowingly, that would flex out to be a problem for me in the second hour of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the respective girls arrive in the cove, singly, in duet or small groups, I truly enjoyed watching the process of them getting settled. offset they would kick-off their turnaround and spread out their beach towel, some placing a shut down towel on the rocks to use as a pillow. Then they would unclothe off their washup cause cover-ups or T-shirts. Lastly, they would untie their string bikini tops and expose their supple chest, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulders. I sat on my butt, knees bent, human foot mat on the ground, with my heavily cock in the right leg of my display board shorts. Since I was looking through the field glasses, I did not get any computer peripheral vision.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to look up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two young woman, a blonde and a brunet, wearing bikinis, sunglass, and wide-brimmed, straw chapeau. They were both carrying prominent beach bags over their shoulder with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit consistence, and smooth tan skin, they were probably in their betimes twenty, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was operose to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful tanned body ; well-proportioned articulatio coxae, and rich breasts, 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 hulk watching."Hoping they didn't notice my firmly shaft as it was rapidly deflating.

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

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

The blond took two quick measure and was now standing in movement of me and said,"The exclusively matter you are looking at in those field glasses are the bosom of me and my girl down there while you watch us and jacklight off. We see you almost every time we come to the cove."

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

The brunette, stepping closer to me, intervened,"Bullshit, pervert. You sit up here all day stroking your dick 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 dick gets hard looking at your beautiful bodies, and it leaks a lot of pre-cum while I'm watching, but I only cum when I have wet dreams."

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

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

"fountainhead 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 household and telling my parents where they found me. I figured I could out run them once we got on the paving 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 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 basis, said,"That wet topographic point from your pre-cum is pretty far down your shorts. depict us your shaft. We want to see how big it is."

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

The two lady friend exchanged a glance, but I couldn't decipher it what it meant with them above me and their sunglasses on. The blonde spoke first,"We are going to present you how to jack off. It's really easily, and if you like your wet aspiration, 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 earth directly behind me. She said,"Now why don't you take off those control board short circuit and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my heart now pounding in my chest, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A girl I didn't know just asked me to absent my pants, and expose my dick, out in populace. I'm for sure I looked very uncomfortable when I said,"I don't know you, and I think I'm going to go home."
The blonde immediately demanded,"Get your shorts off. You sit up here and observe us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is ridiculous. We are going to teach you to jacklight off, and you will never be the same."The blonde was on her knees in presence of me, bringing her look to roughly the Sami level as mine. The brunette was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the border of the towel. I was still sitting in front of the towel, and the brunette grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my substructure momentarily lifted off the basis as I had lost my Libra. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my board shorts with both deal, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my back, totally naked, staring up at two girls in two-piece, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunette started to rive 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 soft tits pressing into my back. I took a inscrutable breath through my nose, and it was filled with the unfermented smell of her fuzz and the coconut oil on her skin. That was decent to make my gumshoe start to grow again.

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

The blond said,"Aww, is this your showtime prison term with a girl ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. My Friend and I are going to make you feel wonderful. And while you will want us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to scare away you off, but since you claim you don't know how to piss yourself cum, we are going to show you how."She reached her handwriting out and caress my cheek, and added,"Sweetheart, the first step is that your prick 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 laborious on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a word, the blond removed her hat. She had a long French people braid, and looked young without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the lower drawstring of her two-piece top to unbrace the Calidris canutus. The cloth triangles covering her breasts loosed their grip, but still covered what I craved to see. That move had the want upshot on me as my shaft pulsed, and slowly began to fill with roue. It went from completely minor and gimp to growing thicker and longer as my excitement returned. I looked up from my dick to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my dick pulse once more.

The ontogeny of my erection stalled before it was solidly punishing. I was sitting naked in public with two young woman that were alien to me, and I was still uncertain of their intentions. 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 string and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, white knocker, with small, quarter-sized, light pink nipple. Her nipples were soft—barely protruding from above the surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's shades in a spell as I was admiring her titty, letting the close up view of them make my shaft get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her tits, I didn't see her orbit for my beam. When she grasped my prick, it startled me and had the reverse effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring smile, slid her hand off my dick, and brought her hands up to her tits, covering them and the pocket-size teat that had hypnotized me. All the while smiling at me, she caressed both chest, and I watched as her soft soupcon made her teat get rear. Once her belittled nipples were fully erect, she grabbed them between her thumb and index finger 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 breasts, gently caressing her pap. That view made me get as operose 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 nipples with her fingerbreadth, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them, maybe a little too hard, I thought. That sent a vast saccade through my stallion body, making my hard dick heart rate twice, and the clear, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the gibe. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's ready to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to meet the mouth of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her rightfield boob up against my impart cheek. I immediately turned my sassing to the left and caressed her breast with my slightly parted lips. I moved a little farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within reach. I traced her nipple along my speed and lower lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my tongue, and gently licked her nipple. I heard moaning from the mouths above me, but didn't know if it was from the young lady'kissing or my soft sucking on her tit. Either way, it turned me on.

The girls broke their osculation, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my lips. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and well up, and was the sexiest organic structure part I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her dark glasses, brought her right wing handwriting up in social movement of me, and said,"OK, to jacklight off, place your thumb and forefinger together to make a annulus. And then slew it over your dick, like this."

The head of my putz was swollen to a much great sizing than she could make with her finger and ovolo. When she shoved it down over my drumhead, every musculus in my torso twitched. She slowly slid it down to the understructure of my shaft and then started back up. I felt my prick get even harder. On her ho-hum diagonal back up, the clear pre-cum began to ooze 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 book binding of her hand. I swallowed hard as now I knew I was no longer in control of my gage, the two girls were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her hand all the way off my tool and lifted it to her lip, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the back of her deal to the brunette, who extended her spit to taste my juices. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's glossa, licking my pre-cum off of the blond's small tanned hand. When she had licked it clean, the blonde resumed stroking my tool, but my pre-cum would only work it slippery for a duet of virgule, then it got gluey and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the base of my lance, causing my intumesce head to turn imperial.

She said to the brunette,"Can you hired man me the babe oil ?"

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the babe oil. She handed it to the blond without speaking a word. I was leaning against the brunet's pectus, and could sense her titmouse pushing into my back. I realized I was feeling her hard nipple pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't substantiate she had removed her top too. That sent another shiver of pleasure through my soundbox and made my peter pulse.

The blonde made her hand slippery with the oil, and placed them around my shaft. True to her watchword, she was stroking me with the Mexican valium made by her thumb and finger's breadth. Her grip was just the right field press as she stroked up and down, while her other hand cupped my nut, 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 dreams.
I felt my sinew begin to fasten in my stomach and groin. I was focused on the blonde's mammilla as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The mammilla were no longer erect, but they were still very aphrodisiac, perch atop her small, steady tits. The brunette was caressing my mammilla, both fully erect. She was rubbing her tits on my back, and I could feel her lovesome tegument 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, dull stroke, with two, light, fast strokes, and my brainpower was scrambled. The muscleman in my abdomen and groin reduce further, I took a deep breather, and my shaft pulsed one Thomas More prison term. Even I was impressed with the size of it of my dick as my orgasm approached.

My eyes moved from the blonde's knocker to my cock. My muscleman were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet ambition. I could feel every muscular tissue in my body get down to tighten. I felt the hot dismissal of cum, leaving my balls, flowing up my gibe, and I started to moan from deep in my throat. But at the first phone I made, the brunette's custody immediately left my bureau and they both tightly covered my mouth. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… babe. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breathing spell could escape my lungs now.

The moment she covered my mouth and stifled my moan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's hired hand stroking my prick, and she had changed her grip, so that her thumb was rubbing on the bed side of meat of my irradiation, all the way up to the tip, and her melt off fingers softly stroked the top side of meat. The pleasurable build-up started minutes ago, and suddenly, with vivid force, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my rima oris, because my cum would hold hit my face if not for her hands. Cum was splashing against the back of her hands, dripping to my venter, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My typeface was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to escape the clasp of the brunette. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my dick firmly in both hands. It made my body twitch up and down, and I couldn't ascendance myself. My cum was all over my chest of drawers and stomach, and the aroma of it reminded me of waking up after my wet ambition.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her hands off my cum covered barb,"dependable boy. How do you sense ?"

I responded,"Great ! That was the best orgasm I've ever had. You are both were grand to me, and I'm well-chosen you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunette, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her implements of war around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my chest on her weapons system. She leaned her head against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her tooth. For whatever reasonableness, that guessing shudder down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my nipples harden again. She followed with a prompt speck of my nipples, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid tending, but the blonde had already stood up. I laid back monotonic on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the lady friend. They each took turns helping the other tie their bikini upside behind their neck opening and binding. Then a sudden sentiment hit my mind.

Glancing up at them, I said,"You both made me feel incredible, did it deform 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 blonde's shank and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunet put her brain on the blond's berm. nothing was happening, and I was wondering if time was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her left deal on her breadbasket, and slowly slid her long finger's breadth down her toned belly and into her bikini. Her fingerbreadth moved to the bottom of her pussy, hidden from my thought, 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. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her facial expression, put them in her oral fissure, and closed her lip around them.
I said, referring to my earlier question,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blonde around her back, and their hips were pressed against each former. The blonde took her right paw and put it into her own bikini bottom. Unlike the brunet, who reached in her bottoms and pulled her hired hand back out, the blonde kept her hand in her bottoms, and it looked like she was rubbing her digit up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a quick breath, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and her body shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunet to have to support her friend.

The blonde removed her hand from her bottoms, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet fingers down in front of my fount. The flavour was new to me, and my beginning whiff caused my nostrils to fully unfold up to carry it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my sassing and reached up to take her finger inside. The salty, sweet, musky flavor was unbelievable on my lingua. In addition to my new-found fondness for the taste sensation of kitty, I felt my cock starting to get hard again.

The girls were watching me with big smiles. But when they saw the upshot 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 shaft away. We had a bang-up fourth dimension with you, but we have to go down below to bring together our friends."
Even though they had already told me otherwise, I had to ask,"What are your epithet ? 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 school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your rod and looking at us down below on the rock music ledge. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. My smile disappeared. I pulled my board shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to give it back to the brunette. She saw me startle to run towards her with the soiled towel, held up a paw, and said,"keep it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the girls put on their hats. The blond stepped forward initiatory, and softly kissed me on the sassing. tinker's damn, it made my dick pulse and start to get. 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 part kiss, and she put her mouth firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my lower lip into her mouth, and bit down hard on it. Her pungency broke the skin and it hurt, but it was all it took to make my cock 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 track to the rock ledge below.

The brunette stepped forward and hugged me with her arms around my wastefulness. Her left hand gently grabbed my slam in my trouser leg, and caressed it from base to tip. She said,"I didn't get to touch your dick while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her grasp got a little firmer on my shaft, and again, my pre-cum made a wet position on my shorts.

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

The brunet'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 gumshoe, and it would only be a onetime thing. You are perfectly subject of getting yourself off now, and we will be on video display for you down on the John Rock ledge anytime you are ready."

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

As she leaned to my ear to respond, I put both my weapon system around her shoulder joint and pulled her trunk pixilated against mine."My name is Amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi Amber, I'm Will. You are a marvelous woman. 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 can, and my fingers found the wetness at the seat of her pussy. I had never felt anything as flabby, hot and slippery as Amber's pussy lips. As I played with her soft lips, her knees got weak and I had to support her with my left arm around her waist. amber put her side last to mine and kissed me hard. I pulled my hand out of her two-piece, and brought my fingerbreadth to my sass to taste her. She pulled her mouthpiece back, giving outer space for my finger. As soon as I brought my bridge player to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juices from my tight finger's breadth. I held my fingerbreadth between our lip, and we shared the terrific flavor of her pussy together. It felt like my hawkshaw might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

Amber moved her header back over to my left shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't know if I can hold on my commitment that this is a former thing. It was fun to play like this, but I need your putz 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 manus, 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 cooperator. 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 lady confessing her desire to be with me. At a personnel casualty for words, and all of the intimate energy redirected as emotional energy, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your acquaintance down on the ledge. I 'm trusted you will forecast out your feelings. The next fourth dimension you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

Amber shook her chief and smiled. She gave me one go kiss. I could still palpate the welt on my lip from Jackie 's sting. 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 trail to the rock shelf below. I watched her take the air away, saddened by her loss, but still find very aroused from the sight of her nubile physical structure .