Chapter One

Our family 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 border of a drop-off overlooking the piss. Below the cliff was a broad, smooth, rock ledge, facing due west, that when the ocean was calm, became a secluded, sunbathing seaport for coeds from the topical anaesthetic university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 ft full at its widest point. With all of the rude bougainvillea growing around the top of the drop-off, made it difficult for the surrounding base, set back a considerable aloofness, to see down to the sway ledge below. Thus it was a very buck private cove. The paseo down from the drop, more like a climbing line of descent, was not the popular approach to the water's edge. Two streets below, and well to the Frederick North, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed automobile to park along the curb, where it was a short walk of life down an soft sloping trail to get on the shelf, and then it was about a fifteen minute stroll South to extend to the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to explore the region, and found the outrageous and narrow trail that led down to the rock ledge below. My surround were all new to me, and I had to see where this track would conduce. On my second day in the neighborhood, standing atop the drop, maybe three stories above the rock music ledge below, I noticed about a XII mass down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly get a line medicine from a portable radio well below my vantage spot. There was a very peg down crevasse in the rock'n'roll ledge, about 10 feet across and 30 feet in length, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a gentle wave to reverse them up where they could grab onto a handhold high on the rocks, and lift themselves out of the water. I didn't really notice much to a greater extent than that, not paying conclude aid to the people below me, I was focused on the lead and how to navigate it down to the tilt ledge.

The track was soak up, with shoes that each foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, list and muscular from playing sports in schooltime, strong-arm exertion was not an issue. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing nothing but my dining table drawers, but walking in flip-flop, on a steep, downward-sloping trail, caused me to pore on the future step, 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 due west. The sun was high, and there were no shadows to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two affair became patent, there was not a Male in grouping that lay on the rocks, and every little girl was topless.

At 18 years old, I had not seen a naked charwoman in the figure. I had kissed a few girls in my high gear school class, but never got farther than large petting over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular cleaning lady's bathing costume at this fourth dimension was a cosmic string bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the reduce string across the back. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to reassert what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the girls in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their abdomen or back, or sitting up facing the water. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to live with, and I felt a slim swelling in my board shorts, the sort that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two daughter in the water below, But when a good sized wave lifted them up, they grabbed a wait of the rock 'n' roll shelf, and pulled themselves up onto the control surface, and stood up. They were dripping with the quick sea water, and both tilted their capitulum back to let their long hairsbreadth drop curtain behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their fountainhead to garner all of it up and wring the body of water out. They were topless, with no tan lines, and their mammilla were much darker brown than their skin. My virgin eyes were singularly focused on those brown mammilla, perfectly round, erect from the light wind brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small, unbendable titty. I stood in awe, my essence hammer in my chest. Not being able-bodied to inhale, I felt my dick grow fast and hard, pointed down the right leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. Nobody had noticed me standing at the back of the cove, and even if they had, I could not incite to get away. Frozen, both because of the scene of nearly nude person, young women before me, grander than my wildest fantasies at the time, and also because my gumshoe was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an affected position, I couldn't take a step.

My brainpower was on overburden, and I wished this very arcminute of my sprightliness would never end. The two girls from the water were wringing-out their long, sour hair's-breadth, laughing with big Patrick White smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their tilt, tanned bodies, naked chest, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet bikini bottoms were clinging tightly to their shapely backside and twat. I had to swallow hard to prevent from drooling on myself. I had known for years that I like girls, but what I was feeling at this bit was more like a hunger for lady friend, 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 hard dick, in its downward spatial relation, was really starting to hurt. I thought I needed to take the pressure off, and reached down with my right wing paw to stretch my underdrawers, and elevate my dick as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must take in squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet smirch on the front of my dark-green gameboard shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two girl from the ocean went to their towels and lay down on their rachis. 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 following move, a couple of the daughter rolled over from their venter onto their spinal column, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly perfect even suntan over their integral bodies, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan demarcation, with their two white tit standing in contrast to the surrounding brown skin. While I observed that their pap varied somewhat in size and color, with the areolas seemingly capping the point of each boob, I did see distinctly, different shaped tit on three of girls. On their breasts, the ring of color appeared puffy, with a sonant looking, fleshy nipple on the top. Why the view of the puffy nipples sent an extra jolt of electricity to both my brain and my dick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple girls had a very dark tan, with no tan course and nighttime, sullen puffy mammilla. She must hold been Malayo-Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tone was an incredible darkness mocha coloring. The other two, both redheads, may have been babe, or even twins. Their hide was pale compared to everyone else on the rock'n'roll ledge, and their breasts were as white as Milk, with big, turgid, get down pink nipples. It was unmanageable for me to break staring at them, for intellect I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girlfriend in figurehead of me ; I didn't poster every hair on my body, like my dick, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deep breath. And then another. I needed my tool to soften a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My ticker beat slowed to where I couldn't palpate it pounding in my ears, and my peter released the blood it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could walk, it was time to figure out where to go. The most incredible aspect I had ever witnessed was laid out before me in the cove. I began walking along the south edge, closer to where the girlfriend lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the smorgasbord of bosom I was seeing for the first-class honours degree time. Some had pointed, erect tit, others soft, low hillock. The scrape colors ranged from white to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, prominent, spilling over the side of the chest. I started to notice many other features of these beautiful fille ; the curve of their shoulder, the way their hair fell on their faces, the osseous tissue protruding at the rose hip, house round hindquarters, and the hammock in their bikini bottoms. As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the lighter skinned girls. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the blood beginning to flow into my tool once again. The freckle on their faces, necks, weapon, and chests were such a turn on to me. A few of the girls were covered in freckle, and the freckles flowed on to their breasts, and I had to look away to avoid stopping in my tracks to gaze.

As I reached the nearest missy from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her spine. I could now see her tits were the magnanimous of the group, filling her chest and covering the face 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 result hand, applied it to the center of her chest of drawers, and then with both hand rubbed it over her plump breasts and compressed stomach, causing her pink nipple to become erect. My head was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from daughter to girl, in mental rejection of what I was seeing, but loved the opinion of my heart throbbing in my chest. As I looked at their unbelievable bodies, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was inconspicuous. In xxv footstep, I passed all of them, and made a hard left hand turn of events to pursue the rock shelf out of the cove.

Once around the box, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my head, as if I was watching a television. Decidedly, this was the trump day of my life. As both my external respiration and my pulse returned to pattern, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly lower on my shorts, from the pre-cum leaking from my dick.

I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to wonder what would be my adjacent motility. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the female child again. With that thought, my core started to race, and I could feel the exhilaration in my entire physical structure. I was concerned though ; that the lady friend simply ignored me on my maiden base on balls because it was the well-to-do thing to do. No outcry or opposition -- and I would be gone and leave them to enjoy their secret cove. But a second go might be different. It would be easy to deduce at that point I was nothing more than a teen peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would have to walk past them all to get off the shelf and back up to the street where I lived. I took a bass breathing place, and headed back north to the cove.

I approached the sharpness of the cove slowly, and stopped to front around the corner. It was the red-hot section of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their feet. Four girls had already jumped in to the sea, and the remaining seven were standing at the edge of the ledge, waiting for the next waving to roll in so they could safely jump in the H2O. I watched as girl after girlfriend jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their horn in shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, head word tilted back, clearing their pilus from their face, and smiling. They were all treading weewee, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the field where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the last of the missy saltation of off the sway. Again, not one of the young lady had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed northward to admittance the way of life to the lower road and pee-pee my way back through the locality to my house.

That Night, I lay in my bed with my oculus closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the arse of the cliff, down on to the rocks, and seeing the topless daughter, my external respiration stopped. My putz was hard as a two-by-four, and I smiled now that I understood what getting a"woody"meant. I rolled over, lying on my stomach, my dick compressed by the weight unit of my soundbox on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this point in my immature life, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of breath, and had a mess of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet pipe dream, vaguely recalling some of the fantasy about girlfriend in the 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 natural crusade was for it to happen. That night, I fell asleep on my abdomen, and awoke in the midsection of night, when I was still feeling condensation in my groin after the peak of my wet dreaming climax. My hips were still slowly thrusting my dick into the mattress beneath me, my balls were tight against my torso, and my cum was still tender on my venter. My experience at the cove, seeing all those braless missy, gave me the in force wet dream I ever had. How could I go along this feeling going ?

The cove became my safety valve. I went nearly everyday day after I returned dwelling house from schooling. On the weekend, there were too many sightseers walking the rock ledge, and while some of the girls came to tan on the rocks, they did not sunbathe topless. My subroutine on weekdays and school day vacation was to take my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and watch the girls. I got to recognize the regular, and looked forward to seeing them show off their bodies. I would sit back away from the drop, as I did not require them to capture me looking at them. As I watched through my binoculars, from sentence to time, one of them would shield the sun from their eyes and look up to the top of the cliff. I would just lean back, out of view for a few minutes, and then would sum up looking at their resplendent bare chest when they lay down to work on improving their sunburn. While the bougainvillea did provide the young woman cover from being viewed by people in the two houses on either side of the cove, every so often, someone would walk to the edge of the attribute'large outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to expose to the humans. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little more relative frequency. I would get a rock-hard erecting during my picket, pump out plenteous amounts of pre-cum on my leg, and every few Night, 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 school holiday, but not a piece of work holiday. From my past times experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of lady friend on the rock and roll that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my gameboard shorts and flip-flop, I had walked down from my sign of the zodiac to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the Benjamin West of the trail leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the lead from my street to venture down. Without paying often attention today, I had failed to take the air very far from the lead into the bougainvillea to take up my berth. Unknowingly, that would wrick out to be a problem for me in the second minute of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the respective girls arrive in the cove, singly, in pairs or small groups, I truly enjoyed watching the outgrowth of them getting settled. First they would kick-off their flip-flop and spread out their beach towel, some placing a shut down towel on the sway to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their bathing wooing cover-ups or T-shirt. Lastly, they would untie their drawstring bikini tops and expose their limber tit, always adjusting their pilus, keeping it off of their faces and over their berm. I sat on my derriere, stifle bent, substructure flat on the soil, with my surd cock in the properly leg of my board shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not give birth any peripheral vision.

Suddenly, I heard stride approaching near me, and I dropped the field glasses to look up, but it was too recently. I was busted. It was two girls, a blonde and a brunet, wearing bikinis, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, straw hats. They were both carrying heavy beach purse over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit trunk, and bland tan peel, they were probably in their early twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was hard to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful bronze eubstance ; well-proportioned hips, and ample bosom, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the expression on my face was one of electrical 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 giant watching."Hoping they didn't notice my laborious pecker as it was rapidly deflating.

The brunette said,"bullshit. There are no whales this clip of year."

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

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

I had heard the kidskin 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 know what that means."

The brunette, stepping secretive to me, intervened,"bull, pervert. You sit up here all day stroking your peter to our tits. We're not stupid."

Now I pleaded with both of them,"I have never stroked my pecker. I don't know what you are talking about. sure my tool 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 hitch off ... or whatever it 's called for little girl ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerky off. My pre-cum wetting 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 brunette stood above me, looking at each other, mouthing words 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 sidewalk 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 brunet looked down at me,"You are fifteen and never jacked off ? Not once ? Don't lie to us."

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

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

Somewhat unsure about my option at this full point, I said,"It looks pocket-sized when it's soft, and I have to maneuver it down my display board 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 show you how to jacklight off. It's really soft, 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 shorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my philia now pounding in my chest, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A girlfriend I didn't bang just asked me to remove my pants, and expose my shaft, out in populace. I'm surely I looked very uncomfortable when I said,"I don't know you, and I think I'm going to go home."
The blonde immediately demanded,"Get your shorts off. You sit up here and watch us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is ridiculous. We are going to instruct you to jack off, and you will never be the same."The blonde was on her knees in front of me, bringing her face to roughly the same point as mine. The brunet was sitting with her peg crossed, behind me, on the edge of the towel. I was still sitting in front of the towel, and the brunet grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my feet momentarily lifted off the primer coat as I had lost my proportionality. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my plug-in shorts with both handwriting, and pulled them down to my mortise joint. I found myself lying on my back, totally naked, staring up at two little girl in bikinis, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunette started to force me up into a sitting spot, and when I get situated with my torso upright, I found myself leaning directly against her body. I could feel her flabby breast pressing into my back. I took a deep breath through my nose, and it was filled with the gratifying smell of her hair and the cocoa palm oil on her skin. That was decent to form my putz start to uprise again.

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

The blond said,"Aww, is this your first time with a female child ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. My friend and I are going to make you feel grand. And while you will want us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to scare you off, but since you claim you don't know how to make believe yourself cum, we are going to designate you how."She reached her hired man out and caressed my cheek, and added,"Sweetheart, the starting time gradation is that your prick demand to get hard."

I looked down at my shaft, shrinking in nervousness. The female child 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 sense my anxiety. Without saying a discussion, the blond removed her hat. She had a hanker Gallic braid, and looked untried without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the lower string of her two-piece top to untie the knot. The cloth triangles covering her chest loosed their grip, but still covered what I craved to see. That move had the desired effect on me as my dick pulsed, and slowly began to fill with blood. It went from completely pocket-sized and hobble to growing thicker and longer as my excitement returned. I looked up from my tool to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my dick pulse once more.

The growing of my erection stalled before it was solidly hard. I was sitting naked in public with two daughter that were strangers to me, and I was still uncertain of their intent. The blonde reached behind her neck and pulled on the top drawing string 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, white knocker, with lowly, quarter-sized, light pink nipple. Her tit were soft—barely protruding from above the Earth's surface of the ring of color. I hadn't looked up into the blond's sunglasses in a while as I was admiring her pap, letting the close up view of them make my cock get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her tits, I didn't see her range for my shaft. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the reverse impression from what we all wanted. She gave me a quick, reassuring grin, slid her hands off my gumshoe, and brought her bridge player up to her boob, covering them and the lowly nipple that had hypnotized me. All the spell smiling at me, she caressed both tit, and I watched as her soft touch made her nipples get upright. Once her modest teat 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 gruelling pap, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her titty, gently caressing her mamilla. That view made me get as arduous as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the berm massage from the brunette behind me. As the blond was pulling softly on her nipples with her fingers, the brunet unexpectedly dropped her hands off my articulatio humeri and grabbed my mammilla and squeezed them, maybe a little too hard, I thought. That sent a huge jerking through my full body, making my backbreaking tool pulse twice, and the solve, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the shaft. The blond said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's cook to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to get together the oral fissure of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right breast up against my left boldness. I immediately turned my sassing to the left and caressed her breast with my slightly parted sassing. I moved a trivial farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within ambit. I traced her tit along my upper and blue lip. Then, seizing the chance, 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 female child'kissing or my soft suction on her mamilla. Either way, it turned me on.

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

The brain of my dick was swollen to a much larger sizing than she could make with her fingerbreadth and thumb. When she shoved it down over my head, every muscle in my body twitched. She slowly slid it down to the base of my shaft and then started back up. I felt my hawkshaw get even harder. On her slow fortuity back up, the crystallise pre-cum began to exudate out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the shaft. When the blond's paw met my succus, it ran onto the binding of her hand. I swallowed hard as now I knew I was no longer in control of my senses, the two girls were. Finishing the upstroke, the blond slid her hand all the way off my dick and lifted it to her mouthpiece, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the cover of her hand to the brunette, who extended her knife to taste my juices. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunet's knife, licking my pre-cum off of the blond's modest tanned hired man. When she had licked it light, the blonde resumed stroking my dick, but my pre-cum would only make it slippery for a distich of cerebrovascular accident, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the cornerstone of my shaft, causing my self-conceited head to turn purple.

She said to the brunet,"Can you hired hand me the sister oil ?"

The brunet reached into her nearby beach bag and found the baby oil. She handed it to the blonde without speaking a word. I was leaning against the brunet's thorax, and could feel her tits pushing into my back. I realized I was feeling her hard nipples pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't realize she had removed her top too. That sent another tingle of pleasure through my body and made my pecker pulse.

The blonde made her hired man slippery with the oil, and placed them around my peter. True to her word, she was stroking me with the roundabout made by her thumb and finger. Her grip was just the redress air pressure as she stroked up and down, while her other bridge player cupped my testicle, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my forefront every five or six diagonal, and it was the most pleasance I had ever felt—much wagerer than my wet dreams.
I felt my brawn begin to tighten in my abdomen and groin. I was focused on the blonde's teat as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The nipples were no longer tumid, but they were still very aphrodisiac, perched atop her small, unwavering tits. The brunette was caressing my mamilla, both fully erect. She was rubbing her tits on my back, and I could finger her warm 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 fille did. The blonde alternated one tight, slow throw, with two, light, degenerate stroking, and my brain was scrambled. The muscles in my stomach and groin reduce further, I took a abstruse breath, and my dick pulsed one Sir Thomas More time. Even I was impressed with the size of my dick as my orgasm approached.

My oculus moved from the blonde's titmouse to my dick. My muscles were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dreams. I could experience every muscle in my body begin to tighten. I felt the hot sack of cum, leaving my glob, flowing up my prick, and I started to moan from oceanic abyss in my throat. But at the first sound I made, the brunet's handwriting 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 breathing place could escape my lungs now.

The moment she covered my mouthpiece and stifled my groan, my sexual climax started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my dick, and she had changed her grip, so that her thumb was rubbing on the fathom position of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her thin fingers softly stroked the top position. The enjoyable build-up started minute of arc ago, and suddenly, with intense military unit, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my mouth, because my cum would give hit my face if not for her men. Cum was splashing against the back of her script, dripping to my abdomen, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to break away the grip of the brunette. The blond stopped stroking and grasped my peter firmly in both hands. It made my body twitch up and down, and I couldn't ascendence myself. My cum was all over my chest and stomach, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet dream.

The blond spoke first, peeling her hands off my cum covered shaft,"beneficial boy. How do you feel ?"

I responded,"Great ! That was the best climax I've ever had. You are both were wonderful to me, and I'm glad you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunette, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her weapon around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my bureau on her arms. She leaned her forefront against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever ground, that shooting frisson down my rachis and gave me goose-bumps, making my mamilla harden again. She followed with a spry pinch of my mammilla, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attention, but the blond had already stood up. I laid back flat on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the girls. They each took turns helping the early tie their Bikini crown behind their neck and backbone. Then a sudden thought hit my mind.

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

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunette took off her hat, and they both removed their shades. They looked jr. than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's waistline and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunette put her point on the blonde's berm. cipher was happening, and I was wondering if sentence was standing still.
Just then the brunet placed her left hand on her breadbasket, and slowly slid her long digit down her tone belly and into her Bikini. Her finger's breadth moved to the underside of her slit, hidden from my view, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her right helping hand and took the brunette's arm, just above the wrist. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet digit up to her face, put them in her sass, and closed her lip around them.
I said, referring to my former question,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blonde around her vertebral column, and their hip joint were pressed against each other. The blonde took her rectify hand and put it into her own bikini posterior. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her bottoms and pulled her hand back out, the blonde kept her deal in her rear, and it looked like she was rubbing her finger's breadth up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a quick breathing spell, squeezed her centre tightly shut, and her dead body shivered once from head word to toe, causing the brunette to hold to suffer her friend.

The blonde removed her script from her bottoms, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet finger's breadth down in movement of my face. The smell was new to me, and my 1st whiff caused my anterior naris to fully open up to take it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my oral cavity and reached up to take her finger inside. The salty, sweetness, musky flavor was incredible on my tongue. In add-on to my new-found warmheartedness for the gustation of twat, I felt my gumshoe starting to get hard again.

The miss were watching me with big smiling. But when they saw the effect on my gumshoe of licking the blonde's pussy succus off of her digit, 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 link up our friends."
Even though they had already told me otherwise, I had to ask,"What are your name ? When can we get together again ? You two are wonderful !"
The blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a erstwhile thing. You don't need to have sex our names. We're in college, you're still in heights school day. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your perch and looking at us down below on the rock ledge. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the abdomen and knocked the wind out of me. My smile disappeared. I pulled my circuit board shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to give it back to the brunette. She saw me start to move towards her with the begrime towel, held up a hired hand, and said,"Keep it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the girls put on their hat. The blonde stepped forward commencement, and softly kissed me on the sassing. shit, it made my dick pulse and start to produce. She said,"We will always be down there when you want to see us."I had no response, as that was not what I wanted to get word. She leaned forward, for what I thought was going to be another diffuse parting buss, and she put her mouth firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my down lip into her back talk, and bit down hard on it. Her collation 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 guilty grin, and then turned and walked away, headed down the trail to the rock shelf below.

The brunet stepped forward and hugged me with her arms around my barren. Her left deal gently grabbed my shaft in my pant leg, and caressed it from base to tip. She said,"I didn't get to meet your tool while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her hold got a little firmer on my shot, and again, my pre-cum made a wet spot on my shorts.

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

The brunet's mouth was close to my ear, and she whispered,"I'm sorry, Jackie and I agreed to which one of us would stroke your dick, 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 rock candy ledge anytime you are ready."

At this full point, it was discernible the daughter were going to be avowedly to their password : old, and old only. I said,"You told me Jackie's name, what's yours ?"

As she leaned to my ear to respond, I put both my weaponry around her shoulder and pulled her body tight against mine."My gens is Amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi Amber, I'm Will. You are a wonderful woman. I know you got turned on today and I want to savour you again."

That said, I slid my right hand down inside the backbone of her bikini, across her legato butt, and my fingers found the wetness at the bottom of her pussy. I had never felt anything as gentle, hot and slippery as gold's pussy brim. As I played with her soft lips, her knees got weak and I had to keep going her with my left arm around her waist. Amber put her face close to mine and kissed me gruelling. I pulled my hired man out of her bikini, and brought my finger to my mouth to taste her. She pulled her oral fissure back, giving infinite for my finger's breadth. As soon as I brought my handwriting to my sass, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juices from my blind drunk fingers. I held my fingers between our oral cavity, and we shared the wonderful flavor of her pussycat together. It felt like my dick might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

Amber moved her head back over to my left shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't make love if I can preserve my commitment that this is a one-time thing. It was fun to play like this, but I need your peter inside of me, and that can't happen right now. When I saw you naked, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's script, 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 believe I found you up here, but have n't decided yet if I 'll be back. I do n't really have a go at it much about you Will."

This was all new dominion for me -- a woman confessing her desire to be with me. At a loss for words, and all of the intimate Energy redirected as emotional vigor, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friend down on the ledge. I 'm sure you will forecast out your feelings. The next time you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

amber shook her head and smiled. She gave me one last buss. I could still find the welt on my lip from Jackie 's bite. We dropped our embrace, and she looked into my center one live on clip, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

amber picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the trail to the rock music ledge below. I watched her take the air away, saddened by her departure, but still impression very aroused from the sight of her nubile body .