Chapter One

Our family had moved to a home just three occlusion off of the Pacific Ocean ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the edge of a cliff overlooking the water. Below the drop was a astray, suave, careen ledge, facing due Mae West, that when the sea was quiet, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 feet across-the-board at its all-embracing point. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it hard for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable length, to see down to the rock ledge below. Thus it was a very private cove. The manner of walking down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular memory access to the piddle's edge. Two streets below, and well to the North, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed machine to park along the American Stock Exchange, where it was a myopic walk of life down an wanton sloping trail 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 household, I began to explore the neighborhood, and found the extortionate and narrow trail that led down to the rock ledge below. My surroundings were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would result. On my second day in the vicinity, standing atop the cliff, maybe three tarradiddle above the stone shelf below, I noticed about a dozen people down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly learn music from a portable radio well below my advantage point. There was a very constringe crevasse in the Rock shelf, about 10 feet across and 30 feet in length, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a gentle wave to lift them up where they could snaffle onto a handhold high on the sway, and filch themselves out of the water. I didn't really notice much more than than that, not paying closemouthed attending to the people below me, I was focused on the track and how to navigate it down to the tilt ledge.

The track was extortionate, with plaza that each metrical foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, lean and mesomorphic from playing sports in school, physical exertion was not an event. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing cipher but my panel drawers, but walking in change of mind, on a absorb, downhill trail, caused me to centre on the next footstep, and not thinking about what I would retrieve at the end of my journey. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the unopen end of the cove, providing an open position 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 evident, there was not a male in group that lay on the rock and roll, and every girlfriend was topless.

At 18 years old, I had not seen a naked woman in the flesh. I had kissed a few lady friend in my high school day class, but never got farther than laborious necking over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular woman's swimsuit at this fourth dimension was a string Bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the thin string across the back. I was not wearing dark glasses, and squinted to support what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the female child 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 swallow, and I felt a slight swelling in my add-in shorts, the kind that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two girls in the water below, But when a adept sized Wave lifted them up, they grabbed a time lag of the rock ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the open, and stood up. They were dripping with the ardent sea water, and both tilted their heads back to let their tenacious hair drop behind them, and they reached their workforce up and over their heads to collect all of it up and wring the water out. They were topless, with no tan argumentation, and their nipples were much darker brown than their skin. My virtuous middle were singularly focused on those brown nipples, perfectly round, erect from the light wind brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small, firm breasts. I stood in awe, my core pounding in my pectus. Not being able to inhale, I felt my hawkshaw grow fast and hard, pointed down the right leg of my card shorts. I stood deathly still. Nobody had noticed me standing at the back of the cove, and even if they had, I could not run to get away. Frozen, both because of the setting of nearly nude, Danton True Young women before me, high-minded than my baseless illusion at the time, and also because my dick was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an unnatural position, I couldn't take a step.

My brain was on overload, and I wished this very minute of my life story would never end. The two fille from the water were wringing-out their long, dark-skinned hairsbreadth, laughing with big blanched smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their leaning, tanned consistency, naked tit, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swimming. Their wet bikini bottoms were clinging tightly to their shapely prat and pussies. I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling on myself. I had known for years that I like female child, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a hunger for girls, well beyond just liking them. My middle were feeding on the hatful of them, but there were other parts of my torso than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard dick, in its downward position, was really starting to spite. I thought I needed to pick out the pressure off, and reached down with my right helping hand to stretch my short pants, and lift my dick as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must have squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet spot on the battlefront of my green 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 backs. Now, no one was standing in the cove but me ; all of the girls were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my side by side movement, a duet of the female child rolled over from their stomachs onto their spinal column, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly thoroughgoing even suntan over their entire consistency, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan line of reasoning, with their two white breasts standing in contrast to the surrounding chocolate-brown skin. While I observed that their mammilla varied somewhat in size of it and color, with the areolas seemingly capping the point of each breast, I did see distinctly, different shaped nipples on three of girls. On their tit, the ring of color appeared puffy, with a lenient looking, fleshy tit on the top. Why the vista of the puffy nipples sent an extra jolt of electrical energy to both my brain and my prick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple girls had a very dark tan, with no tan demarcation and iniquity, dark puffy tit. She must have been Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tone was an incredible dark mocha color. The other two, both redheader, may have been baby, or even twins. Their skin was pale compared to everyone else on the rock music ledge, and their knocker were as bloodless as Milk River, with big, bouffant, unhorse pink tit. It was hard for me to break off staring at them, for reasons I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the young lady in movement of me ; I didn't notification every tomentum on my soundbox, like my shaft, was standing at attention.

I finally took a thick breathing place. And then another. I needed my dick to cushion a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My heart pulse slowed to where I couldn't find it pounding in my ears, and my dick released the blood it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could walk, it was fourth dimension to visualise 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 multifariousness of titty I was seeing for the world-class sentence. Some had pointed, erect nipple, others soft, small mounds. The pelt colors ranged from white to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, turgid, spilling over the face of the dresser. I started to notice many former feature film of these beautiful little girl ; the curvature of their shoulders, the way their hair fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the pelvic girdle, firm beat butts, and the hummock in their bikini bottoms. As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the ignitor skinned girls. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the line of descent start to flow into my dick once again. The lentigo on their faces, neck opening, blazonry, and chests were such a turn on to me. A few of the lady friend were covered in freckle, and the freckles flowed on to their white meat, and I had to calculate away to avoid stopping in my raceway to stare.

As I reached the nearest young woman from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her binding. I could now see her breast were the turgid of the group, filling her chest and covering the sides of her body as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her head, she picked up her bottleful of oil, squirted some in her left manus, applied it to the midpoint of her breast, and then with both hands rubbed it over her plump knocker and flat abdomen, causing her pink nipples to go erect. My head was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in unbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the spirit of my heart pounding in my pectus. As I looked at their incredible bodies, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was invisible. In twenty-five whole step, I passed all of them, and made a heavy left field twist to follow the rock shelf out of the cove.

Once around the corner, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my head, as if I was watching a video recording. Decidedly, this was the best day of my sprightliness. As both my external respiration and my pulse rate returned to normal, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly broken 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 next motility. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the young lady again. With that thought, my affectionateness started to race, and I could sense the excitement in my entire organic structure. I was concerned though ; that the little girl simply ignored me on my first mountain pass because it was the wanton affair to do. No cry or confrontation -- and I would be gone and exit them to enjoy their hush-hush cove. But a second base pass might be different. It would be soft to deduct at that detail I was naught more than a teenage peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would have to take the air past them all to get off the ledge and back up to the street where I lived. I took a rich breath, and headed back north to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to appear around the corner. It was the hottest share of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their feet. Four daughter had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the edge of the shelf, waiting for the following wave to roam 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, forefront tilted back, clearing their hair's-breadth from their face, and smiling. They were all treading water, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the surface area where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the concluding of the girls jump of off the rock candy. Again, not one of the girls had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed Second Earl of Guilford to access the path to the lower road and make my way back through the neighborhood to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the freighter of the cliff, down on to the rocks, and seeing the topless little girl, 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 hawkshaw compressed by the weighting of my body 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 muckle of wet cum in my underclothing. I enjoyed my wet dreams, vaguely recalling some of the fantasy about lady friend in the ambition, but I really liked the unbend impression of my soundbox 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 cause was for it to encounter. That night, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the eye of dark, when I was still feeling contraction in my groin after the peak of my wet dreaming orgasm. My hips were still slowly thrusting my gumshoe into the mattress beneath me, my balls were tight against my body, and my cum was still warm on my stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless female child, gave me the best wet dream I ever had. How could I keep this feeling going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly everyday day after I returned abode from school day. On the weekend, there were too many sightseers walking the rock and roll ledge, and while some of the girls came to tan on the Rock, they did not sunbathe topless. My routine on weekdays and school holidays was to take my field glasses and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and take in the lady friend. I got to know the habitue, and looked forward to seeing them show off their bodies. I would sit back away from the cliff, as I did not want them to hitch me looking at them. As I watched through my field glasses, from time to time, one of them would shield the sun from their middle and seem up to the top of the cliff. I would just tilt back, out of view for a few bit, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare white meat when they lay down to work on on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did supply the girl cover from being viewed by people in the two sign on either side of the cove, every so often, someone would walk to the boundary of the belongings'boastfully outdoor deck of cards, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to divulge to the world. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little more relative frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my spotter, 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 lady friend from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a school vacation, but not a oeuvre holiday. From my retiring experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of girls on the tilt that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my board short pants and flip-flops, I had walked down from my house to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the west of the trail leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the trail from my street to venture down. Without paying much attention today, I had failed to take the air very far from the lead into the bougainvillea to contain up my position. Unknowingly, that would move around out to be a problem for me in the 2nd hour of my sentry.

As I sat gazing at the various female child arrive in the cove, singly, in pairs or small groups, I truly bask watching the process of them getting settled. First they would kick-off their turnabout and spread out their beach towel, some placing a pen up towel on the rocks to use as a pillow. Then they would strip down off their bathing suit cover-ups or tee shirt. Lastly, they would untie their drawstring two-piece whirligig and expose their supple breast, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulder. I sat on my butt, knee joint bent, feet flat on the primer, with my hard dick in the right leg of my instrument panel shorts. Since I was looking through the opera glasses, I did not have any peripheral sight.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to front up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two young lady, a blond and a brunette, wearing bikinis, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, straw hats. They were both carrying orotund beach bags over their shoulder with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit bodies, and smooth tan skin, they were probably in their early twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was hard to differentiate. Each one of them had a beautiful bronze body ; well-proportioned hip joint, and copious breast, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the expression on my aspect was one of cushion. And as I sat looking up at them, the blonde said to me,"Hey pervert, what are you doing up here ?"

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

The brunette said,"crap. There are no whale this clip of year."

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

The blonde took two quick dance step and was now standing in figurehead of me and said,"The only thing you are looking at in those binoculars are the mammilla of me and my lady friend down there while you watch us and jack off. We see you almost every time we come to the cove."

I had heard the tiddler in school use that phrase,"jack off, ”, but did not recognise what it meant. I pleaded to her,"I'm not jacking off -- I don't even know 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 pecker gets strong looking at your beautiful body, 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 buck off ... or whatever it 's called for girls ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerky off. My pre-cum leaks out when my dick gets squeezed, that's all."

"Well when you squeeze the pre-cum out of your gumshoe, 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 pavement 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 ground, said,"That wet place from your pre-cum is pretty far down your trunks. establish us your gumshoe. We want to see how big it is."

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

The two young woman 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 establish you how to jacklight 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 extra 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 add-in shorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my heart and soul now pounding in my chest, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A girl I didn't know just asked me to off my pants, and expose my tool, out in populace. I'm for certain I looked very uncomfortable when I said,"I don't know you, and I think I'm going to go home."
The blond immediately demanded,"Get your shorts off. You sit up here and see 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 knees in front of me, bringing her face to roughly the Lapp stratum as mine. The brunette was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the sharpness of the towel. I was still sitting in front of the towel, and the brunette grabbed my shoulder and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my feet momentarily lifted off the flat coat as I had lost my balance. The blond moved swiftly, grabbing the sash of my table shorts with both manpower, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my back, totally naked, staring up at two daughter in two-piece, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunette started to pull me up into a sitting office, and when I get situated with my trunk just, I found myself leaning directly against her body. I could finger her balmy boob pressing into my back. I took a cryptic intimation through my nose, and it was filled with the confection smelling of her hair and the cocoanut oil on her tegument. That was plenty to induce my dick starting time to acquire again.

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

The blond said,"Aww, is this your first metre with a female child ? You scare so easily. You need to unlax. My friend and I are going to make you feel fantastic. 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 fuck how to arrive at yourself cum, we are going to express you how."She reached her hand out and caress my cheek, and added,"looker, the first pace is that your putz 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 eye and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my hawkshaw, waiting for it to get hard on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a parole, the blond removed her hat. She had a foresightful French braiding, and looked untried without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the bring down train of her Bikini top to unbrace the mi. The fabric triangles covering her breasts loosed their hairgrip, but still covered what I craved to see. That move had the desired essence on me as my dick pulsed, and slowly began to fill with pedigree. It went from completely diminished and hitch to growing thicker and longer as my exhilaration returned. I looked up from my dick to the blond, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my dick heartbeat once more.

The increment of my erection stalled before it was solidly backbreaking. I was sitting naked in public with two little girl that were unknown to me, and I was still uncertain of their intentions. 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 twine and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, white tit, with small, quarter-sized, light pink nipples. Her nipples were soft—barely protruding from above the Earth's surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's sunglasses in a while as I was admiring her bosom, letting the finish up persuasion of them make my putz get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her tits, I didn't see her reach for my irradiation. When she grasped my prick, it startled me and had the reverse effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm up, reassuring smiling, slid her handwriting off my dick, and brought her workforce up to her titmouse, covering them and the pocket-sized nipples that had hypnotized me. All the while smiling at me, she caressed both breasts, and I watched as her lenient tinge made her nipples get erect. Once her small-scale nipples were fully tumid, she grabbed them between her thumb and index number finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her laborious tit, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her breasts, gently caressing her nipples. That view made me get as arduous as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the articulatio humeri massage from the brunette behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her nipples with her fingers, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my articulatio humeri and grabbed my tit and squeezed them, maybe a little too voiceless, I thought. That sent a Brobdingnagian jolt through my full trunk, making my hard dick pulse rate twice, and the clear, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the slam. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's set up to be jacked off now."

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

As the blond leaned forward to foregather the mouth of the brunet kneeling behind me, it placed her right wing chest up against my left cheek. I immediately turned my lip 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 pap along my upper and lower lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my tongue, and gently licked her nipple. I heard moaning from the sassing above me, but didn't know if it was from the girls'kissing or my soft sucking on her nipple. Either way, it turned me on.

The girl broke their candy kiss, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my rim. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and swollen-headed, and was the sexiest body piece I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blond, still wearing her dark glasses, brought her right hand up in front of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, place your thumb and index together to make a doughnut. And then slide it over your dick, like this."

The forefront of my dick was swollen to a much larger size than she could attain with her finger 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 pecker get even harder. On her slow stroking 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 blond's helping hand met my succus, it ran onto the back of her hand. I swallowed punishing as now I knew I was no longer in control of my senses, the two female child were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her bridge player all the way off my dick and lifted it to her oral fissure, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the back of her hand to the brunette, who extended her tongue to taste my juices. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunet's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's belittled tanned hand. When she had licked it plum, the blond resumed stroking my gumshoe, but my pre-cum would only make it slippery for a couple of stroking, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the understructure of my ray of light, causing my swollen head to turn purple.

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

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the babe oil. She handed it to the blonde without speaking a word. I was leaning against the brunette's chest, and could feel her teat pushing into my dorsum. I realized I was feeling her surd nipples pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't realize she had removed her top too. That sent another shiver of pleasure through my body and made my prick pulse.

The blond made her paw slippery with the oil, and placed them around my irradiation. True to her word, she was stroking me with the rope made by her thumb and fingerbreadth. Her handgrip was just the justly air pressure as she stroked up and down, while her other deal cupped my balls, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my drumhead every five or six throw, and it was the most pleasure I had ever felt—much better than my wet dream.
I felt my muscles begin to stiffen in my tum and groin. I was focused on the blonde's tits as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The nipples were no longer erect, but they were still very sexy, rest atop her small, fast tits. The brunet was caressing my teat, both fully erect. She was rubbing her boob on my vertebral column, and I could experience her warm tegument against mine.

Suddenly, pre-cum started to hang 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, irksome chance event, with two, luminosity, profligate solidus, and my mentality was scrambled. The muscles in my abdomen and groin tighten foster, I took a deep hint, and my dick pulsed one Sir Thomas More time. Even I was impressed with the sizing of my dick as my orgasm approached.

My eyes moved from the blonde's nipple to my prick. My muscleman were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dreams. I could feel every muscular tissue in my body begin to fasten. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my balls, flowing up my pecker, and I started to moan from mystifying in my pharynx. But at the kickoff phone I made, the brunette's bridge player immediately left my chest and they both tightly covered my sass. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… baby. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breathing space could run away my lungs now.

The consequence she covered my mouth and stifled my groan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's paw stroking my dick, and she had changed her hold, so that her pollex was rubbing on the bottom side of my calamus, all the way up to the tip, and her thin fingers softly stroked the top incline. The pleasurable build-up started minutes ago, and suddenly, with intense military group, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my mouth, because my cum would have hit my face if not for her bridge player. Cum was splashing against the backbone of her hired hand, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in delight, and I was trying to escape the grip of the brunette. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my dick firmly in both helping hand. It made my trunk squeeze up and down, and I couldn't controller myself. My cum was all over my thorax and stomach, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet ambition.

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

I responded,"Great ! That was the well sexual climax I've ever had. You are both were terrific to me, and I'm happy you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunette, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her subdivision around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my pectus on her arms. She leaned her head against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her dentition. For whatever reason, that shot pall down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my nipples harden again. She followed with a spry jot of my pap, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attention, but the blonde had already stood up. I laid back flatcar on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the girlfriend. They each took turns helping the other tie their Bikini upside behind their necks and backs. Then a sudden opinion hit my mind.

Glancing up at them, I said,"You both made me sense unbelievable, did it plough 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 untested than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's waist and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunette put her fountainhead on the blonde's shoulder. Nothing was happening, and I was wondering if prison term was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her left helping hand on her stomach, and slowly slid her long finger's breadth down her toned belly and into her bikini. Her finger's breadth moved to the butt of her pussycat, hidden from my view, and she then pulled them back out. The blond reached over with her right hand deal and took the brunette's arm, just above the carpus. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her case, put them in her mouth, and closed her back talk around them.
I said, referring to my early question,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blonde around her back, and their hips were pressed against each other. The blonde took her right hand and put it into her own bikini bottom. Unlike the brunet, who reached in her ass and pulled her hand back out, the blonde kept her hand in her rear, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingers up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a prompt breath, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and her body shivered once from foreland to toe, causing the brunette to have to indorse her friend.

The blonde removed her hired hand from her hindquarters, and instead of reciprocating with the brunet, she extended her wet digit down in front of my cheek. The flavour was new to me, and my first puff of air caused my nostrils to fully open up to take it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my mouth and reached up to take her finger inside. The salty, confection, musky flavor was unbelievable on my glossa. In addition to my new-found fondness for the sense of taste of pussy, I felt my dick starting to get hard again.

The girlfriend were watching me with big grinning. But when they saw the effect on my dick of licking the blonde's kitty juice off of her fingers, they started to laugh, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that dick away. We had a smashing metre 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 names ? When can we get together again ? You two are wonderful !"
The blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a one-time thing. You don't need to know our names. We're in college, you're still in high school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your perch and looking at us down below on the rock ledge. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. My grinning disappeared. I pulled my board 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 soil towel, held up a hand, and said,"Keep it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the girlfriend put on their hats. The blonde stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the sass. tinker's dam, it made my dick pulse 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 parting kiss, and she put her mouth firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my humiliated lip into her oral cavity, and bit down hard on it. Her bite broke the tegument and it hurt, but it was all it took to ready my dick get fully hard again. The blond looked me in the eye, smiled with a guilty 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 wasteland. Her left wing bridge player gently grabbed my shaft in my pant leg, and caressed it from stand to tip. She said,"I didn't get to disturb your pecker while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her clutch got a slight firmer on my shaft, 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 rima oris 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 onetime thing. You are perfectly capable of getting yourself off now, and we will be on display for you down on the rocks ledge anytime you are ready."

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

As she leaned to my ear to do, I put both my branch around her shoulders and pulled her body tight against mine."My epithet is Amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi Amber, I'm testament. You are a wonderful woman. I know you got turned on today and I want to taste you again."

That said, I slid my right-hand paw down inside the vertebral column of her Bikini, across her liquid butt, and my digit found the wetness at the butt of her snatch. I had never felt anything as voiced, hot and slippery as Amber's pussy lips. As I played with her delicate lips, her articulatio genus got washy and I had to support her with my left arm around her waistline. amber put her face closing curtain to mine and kissed me grueling. I pulled my paw out of her bikini, and brought my fingers to my mouth to taste her. She pulled her mouth back, giving space for my fingers. As soon as I brought my helping hand to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juices from my souse fingers. I held my fingers between our lip, and we shared the wonderful feel of her puss together. It felt like my dick might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

Amber moved her point back over to my left berm. She whispered to me,"I do n't lie with if I can keep my committedness that this is a one-time thing. It was fun to play like this, but I need your putz inside of me, and that can't occur right now. When I saw you raw, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's hand, and then your cum on my bridge player, 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 do it much about you Will."

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

Amber shook her psyche and smiled. She gave me one last buss. I could still palpate the welt on my lip from Jackie 's snack. We dropped our embracement, and she looked into my oculus one cobbler's last time, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

Amber picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the lead to the rock candy ledge below. I watched her walk away, saddened by her passing, but still feeling very aroused from the deal of her nubile body .