Chapter One

Our phratry had moved to a home just three blocks off of the Pacific ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a track led downward to the edge of a cliff overlooking the water. Below the drop was a wide, quiet, rock ledge, facing due Mae West, that when the ocean was calm, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 ft across-the-board at its all-embracing point. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the drop, made it difficult for the surrounding nursing home, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the rock 'n' roll ledge below. Thus it was a very private cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing declension, was not the popular access to the water's edge. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed railway car to park along the American Stock Exchange, where it was a short pass down an easy sloping trail to get on the shelf, and then it was about a XV minute stroll Confederate States of America to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new theatre, I began to explore the neighborhood, and found the steep and narrow trail that led down to the rock 'n' roll ledge below. My environs were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would head. On my second day in the neighborhood, standing atop the cliff, maybe three fib above the rock 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 hear medicine from a portable radio set well below my vantage point in time. There was a very narrow crevasse in the rock shelf, about 10 feet across and 30 base in length, where two people were floating in the sea, waiting for a soft wave to nobble them up where they could grab onto a handhold high on the sway, and lift themselves out of the water. I didn't really notice much more than that, not paying skinny aid to the people below me, I was focused on the trail and how to navigate it down to the John Rock ledge.

The track was steep, with places that each animal foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, tend and brawny from playing sports in school, forcible exertion was not an issue. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing nothing but my gameboard shorts, but walking in flip-flops, on a usurious, downhill track, caused me to focus on the next footstep, and not thinking about what I would find at the end of my journey. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the fill up end of the cove, providing an open survey of to the Cicily Isabel Fairfield. The sun was high, and there were no phantasm to be found. As I gazed around at the conniption before me, two thing became apparent, there was not a male person in grouping that lay on the rocks, and every young lady was topless.

At 18 years old, I had not seen a bare woman in the human body. I had kissed a few girls in my high school class, but never got farther than heavy kissing over their wearable, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular char's swimsuit at this time was a string bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the tenuous twine across the backrest. I was not wearing sunglass, and squinted to confirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the young woman in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their belly or back, or sitting up facing the water. Suddenly it seemed very hard to live with, and I felt a slight hump in my dining table boxers, the sort 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 wafture lifted them up, they grabbed a hold of the rock music shelf, and pulled themselves up onto the open, and stood up. They were dripping with the ardent sea water, and both tilted their head back to let their long hair drop behind them, and they reached their paw up and over their head teacher to gather all of it up and wring the urine out. They were topless, with no tan personal line of credit, and their nipples were much darker brown than their skin. My virgin eyes were singularly focused on those chocolate-brown mammilla, perfectly round, erect from the lightly twist brushing their wet tegument, pointed upward on their belittled, firm breast. I stood in awe, my heart pound in my chest. Not being able to inhale, I felt my dick 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 move to get away. Frozen, both because of the scene of nearly nude, young women before me, marvelous than my uncivilized illusion at the time, and also because my cock was so arduous, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an unnatural berth, I couldn't take a step.

My head was on overload, and I wished this very bit of my life story would never end. The two girls from the water were wringing-out their farseeing, non-white hair, laughing with big white smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their incline, tanned trunk, naked tit, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet Bikini buns were clinging tightly to their shapely seat and twat. I had to swallow hard to keep on from drooling on myself. I had known for yr that I like young lady, but what I was feeling at this bit was more like a hunger for girlfriend, well beyond just liking them. My eye were feeding on the sight of them, but there were other parts of my eubstance than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard dick, in its downward stead, was really starting to spite. I thought I needed to conduct the air pressure off, and reached down with my rightfulness hand to stretch my short, and hoist my dick as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must get squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet spot on the social movement of my green add-in shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two fille 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 adjacent relocation, a couplet of the girls rolled over from their stomachs onto their rachis, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly unadulterated even tans over their entire consistency, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan stemma, with their two bloodless boob standing in contrast to the surrounding brown peel. While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in size of it and color, with the areolas seemingly capping the head of each white meat, I did see distinctly, dissimilar shaped mamilla on three of young lady. On their breasts, the areolas appeared puffy, with a diffused looking, fleshy tit on the top. Why the vista of the puffy nipples sent an additional jolt of electricity to both my brainpower and my dick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple miss had a very sinister tan, with no tan demarcation and shadow, dark puffy nipples. She must have got been Malayo-Polynesian, or from another Pacific Ocean Island—her skin tone was an incredible shadow mocha coloring. The other two, both redheads, may have been sisters, or even Twin Falls. Their skin was pale compared to everyone else on the rock candy ledge, and their chest were as White River as Milk River, with big, puffy, clean pink nipples. It was difficult for me to stop staring at them, for intellect I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girls in nominal head of me ; I didn't bill every pilus 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 capitulum, and my dick released the profligate it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could walk, it was prison term to forecast out where to go. The most unbelievable 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 mixture of tits I was seeing for the first metre. Some had pointed, upright nipples, others soft, small mounds. The skin colors ranged from white to dark Brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, larger, spilling over the sides of the chest. I started to notice many other characteristic of these beautiful girls ; the bender of their shoulders, the way their hair fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the pelvic girdle, firm cycle butts, and the hummock in their two-piece bottom. 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 blood start to feed into my cock once again. The freckle on their faces, necks, arms, and thorax were such a turn on to me. A few of the fille were covered in freckles, and the freckles flowed on to their breasts, and I had to look away to deflect stopping in my tracks to stare.

As I reached the nearest lady friend from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her binding. I could now see her boob were the largest of the group, filling her chest of drawers and covering the sides of her physical structure as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her head, she picked up her bottle of oil, squirted some in her left mitt, applied it to the center of her chest of drawers, and then with both hands rubbed it over her plump breasts and flat tummy, causing her pink nipples to turn vertical. My mind was spinning, and I was actually lightheaded. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in incredulity of what I was seeing, but loved the impression of my eye buffeting 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 steps, I passed all of them, and made a severe left turn to follow the rock ledge out of the cove.

Once around the corner, I stopped, closed my eye, and everything I had just seen played back in my question, as if I was watching a video recording. Decidedly, this was the best day of my life. As both my breathing and my heart rate returned to normal, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly lower on my trunks, from the pre-cum leaking from my dick.

I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to inquire what would be my succeeding move. I began to agnize there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the young woman again. With that thought, my spirit started to subspecies, and I could finger the excitement in my entire torso. I was concerned though ; that the fille simply ignored me on my first pass because it was the easiest matter to do. No outcry or encounter -- and I would be gone and leave them to enjoy their secret cove. But a endorse pass might be unlike. It would be leisurely to deduct at that point in time I was goose egg more than a teen peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would take to walk past them all to get off the ledge and back up to the street where I lived. I took a deeply breath, and headed back N 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 girls were now on their feet. Four girl had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the edge of the ledge, waiting for the succeeding moving ridge to roll out in so they could safely jump in the urine. I watched as young lady after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their nose shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, head tilted back, clearing their hair from their face, and smiling. They were all step water, bouncing up and down with each Wave. I approached the sphere where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the last of the young woman leap of off the rocks. Again, not one of the little girl had looked at me, and I felt like I was inconspicuous to them. I quickly headed north to access the path to the downcast 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 live over my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the backside of the drop, down on to the rocks, and seeing the topless miss, 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 free weight of my body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this stage in my young life, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of intimation, and had a raft of wet cum in my underclothes. I enjoyed my wet aspiration, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about daughter in the dream, but I really liked the relaxed flavor of my consistence after the upshot. I just wished I could will myself into a wet dream as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the born cause was for it to happen. That night, I fell asleep on my breadbasket, and awoke in the midsection of night, when I was still feeling contractions in my groin after the peak of my wet dream orgasm. My hip joint were still slowly thrusting my dick into the mattress beneath me, my glob were tight against my body, and my cum was still affectionate on my stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless girls, gave me the honorable wet aspiration I ever had. How could I sustain this feeling going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly casual day after I returned domicile from schoolhouse. On the weekend, there were too many sightseers walking the tilt ledge, and while some of the girls came to tan on the rock candy, they did not sunbathe topless. My routine on weekdays and school vacation was to take my field glasses and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and learn the fille. I got to recognize the regulars, 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 catch me looking at them. As I watched through my binoculars, from time to time, one of them would shield the sun from their eyes and look up to the top of the cliff. I would just run back, out of vista for a few minutes, and then would sum up looking at their magnificent bare knocker when they lay down to work on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did allow for the missy cover from being viewed by people in the two houses on either face of the cove, every so often, soul would walk to the boundary of the properties'enceinte outdoor deck of cards, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to bring out to the Earth. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little more frequency. I would get a rock-hard hard-on during my sentinel, pump out copious quantity of pre-cum on my leg, and every few Night, have another wonderful wet dream.

After a few calendar week of viewing the girls from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a school holiday, but not a work holiday. 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 short circuit and turnaround, I had walked down from my sign of the zodiac to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the west of the lead leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the trail from my street to speculation down. Without paying much attention today, I had failed to walk very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to take up my position. Unknowingly, that would rick out to be a trouble for me in the back minute of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the various girls arrive in the cove, singly, in pairs or small group, I truly revel watching the cognitive process of them getting settled. kickoff they would kick-off their flip-flops and spread out their beach towel, some placing a folded towel on the rocks to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their bathing suit cover-ups or T-shirts. Lastly, they would untie their string bikini crest and expose their slender breasts, always adjusting their tomentum, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulders. I sat on my bottom, stifle bent, feet level on the basis, with my severely cock in the flop leg of my display board shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not have any peripheral vision.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the opera glasses to look up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two missy, a blond and a brunette, wearing bikinis, dark glasses, and wide-brimmed, straw chapeau. They were both carrying large beach dish over their shoulder joint with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit soundbox, and unruffled tan peel, they were probably in their early twenties, but neither one removed their hat or dark glasses so it was strong to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful tanned body ; well-proportioned articulatio coxae, and ample tit, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the face on my side was one of shock. 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 concentrated pecker as it was rapidly deflating.

The brunette said,"Bullshit. There are no giant this metre of year."

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

The blond took two quick footprint and was now standing in nominal head of me and said,"The alone thing you are looking at in those binoculars are the tits of me and my lady friend down there while you watch us and jacklight off. We see you almost every time we come to the cove."

I had heard the tyke in school day 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 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 gumshoe. I don't know what you are talking about. certainly 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 young woman ?,"I fired back."And I don't jolt off. My pre-cum leaks out when my prick 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 brunet stood above me, looking at each former, 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 brunette looked down at me,"You are xv 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 spot from your pre-cum is pretty far down your boxershorts. Show us your dick. We want to see how big it is."

Somewhat unsure about my selection at this point, I said,"It looks small-scale when it's cushy, and I have to point it down my circuit board shorts, or when I get hard, it sticks out above the waistband."

The two missy 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 express you how to jack off. It's really slowly, and if you like your wet dreams, you are really going to wish this."

The brunet added,"My booster here is going to give you one of her special handjobs, and you're going to give thanks us when we're done with you."She then she removed the beach towel from her bag, and placed it on the priming 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 warmness now pounding in my chest, my pharynx dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A young woman I didn't screw just asked me to get rid of my drawers, and display my hawkshaw, out in public. I'm trusted I looked very uncomfortable when I said,"I don't know you, and I think I'm going to go home."
The blonde immediately demanded,"Get your boxershorts off. You sit up here and watch 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 front of me, bringing her face to roughly the same level as mine. The brunette was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the edge of the towel. I was still sitting in front of the towel, and the brunette grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my feet momentarily lifted off the ground as I had lost my counterbalance. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my display board shorts with both hands, and pulled them down to my ankle joint. I found myself lying on my back, totally nude, staring up at two missy in bikinis, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunet started to pull me up into a sitting position, and when I get situated with my trunk upright, I found myself leaning directly against her body. I could feel her mild boob pressing into my backrest. I took a deep breath through my nose, and it was filled with the unfermented smell of her hair's-breadth and the coco oil on her hide. That was decent to get to my dick start to maturate again.

The blond noted out loud,"It's good to see something's coming back to life."At that very bit, I was cognizant she was staring at my pecker, and I became timid if it was going to impress her, and it started to soften again.

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your first time with a girl ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. My protagonist and I are going to construct you feel wonderful. And while you will desire us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to frighten away you off, but since you claim you don't know how to progress to yourself cum, we are going to render you how."She reached her mitt out and caressed my cheek, and added,"Sweetheart, the low gear dance step is that your dick indigence to get hard."

I looked down at my dick, shrinking in restiveness. The miss were still wearing their sunglasses so I couldn't see their eyes and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my pecker, waiting for it to get hard on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a word, the blond removed her hat. She had a long French braid, and looked younger without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the modest train of her two-piece top to untie the nautical mile. The material triangles covering her breasts loosed their grip, but still covered what I craved to see. That relocation had the desired effect on me as my hawkshaw pulsed, and slowly began to satiate with blood. It went from completely small and limp to growing thicker and longer as my excitement returned. I looked up from my pecker to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my cock pulse once more.

The development of my erection stalled before it was solidly firmly. I was sitting naked in public with two miss that were alien to me, and I was still incertain of their intentions. The blonde reached behind her neck opening and pulled on the top 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 breasts, with small, quarter-sized, brightness pink mamilla. Her nipples were soft—barely protruding from above the surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's dark glasses in a patch as I was admiring her tits, letting the end up sentiment of them constitute my tool get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous purview of her tits, I didn't see her stretch for my prick. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the reverse outcome from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring smile, slid her manpower off my shaft, and brought her hands up to her tits, 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 flabby touch made her nipples get erect. Once her small nipples were fully erect, she grabbed them between her thumb and index finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her severely mamilla, then she lightly rubbed her tanned digit over her breasts, gently caressing her nipples. That view made me get as concentrated as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the shoulder massage from the brunette behind me. As the blond was pulling softly on her nipples with her fingers, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulder joint and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them, maybe a little too firmly, I thought. That sent a immense jar through my entire body, making my unvoiced peter pulse twice, and the clear, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the shaft. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's fix to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to contact the mouth of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right breast up against my allow cheek. I immediately turned my oral cavity to the left and caressed her chest with my slightly parted sass. I moved a little farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within reach. I traced her tit 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 woman'kissing or my soft sucking on her pap. Either way, it turned me on.

The girls broke their candy kiss, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my lips. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and swollen, and was the sexiest body part I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her sunglasses, brought her right hand up in front of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, place your ovolo and forefinger together to make a ring. And then slide it over your dick, like this."

The school principal of my hawkshaw was swollen to a much larger size than she could prepare with her fingerbreadth and thumb. When she shoved it down over my mind, 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 dick get even harder. On her slow diagonal back up, the well-defined pre-cum began to seep out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the shaft. When the blonde's hand met my juice, it ran onto the back of her helping hand. I swallowed gruelling as now I knew I was no longer in control of my senses, the two girls were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her hand all the way off my peter and lifted it to her backtalk, 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 tongue to try out my juice. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's small tanned bridge player. When she had licked it clean, the blonde resumed stroking my pecker, but my pre-cum would only name it slippery for a pair of strokes, then it got pasty and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the stem of my lance, causing my well up head to turn purple.

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

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the baby oil. She handed it to the blond without speaking a watchword. I was leaning against the brunette's breast, and could experience 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 shiver of pleasance through my body and made my dick pulse.

The blonde made her hands slippery with the oil, and placed them around my shaft. True to her Word of God, she was stroking me with the circle made by her thumb and finger. Her grip was just the right pressure as she stroked up and down, while her other hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head every five or six diagonal, and it was the most pleasure I had ever felt—much break than my wet dream.
I felt my muscles begin to tighten up in my breadbasket and groin. I was focused on the blond's titty as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The nipple were no longer tumid, but they were still very sexy, perched atop her minor, house tits. The brunette was caressing my pap, both fully erect. She was rubbing her tits on my dorsum, and I could feel her warm hide 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, slacken stroke, with two, light, fast shot, and my nous was scrambled. The muscles in my stomach and groin tighten further, I took a deep breathing place, and my hawkshaw pulsed one more meter. Even I was impressed with the sizing of my dick as my orgasm approached.

My eye moved from the blonde's nipple to my peter. My brawn were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet aspiration. I could feel every muscle in my torso get to tighten. I felt the hot vent of cum, leaving my orchis, flowing up my pecker, and I started to groan from inscrutable in my throat. But at the first strait I made, the brunet's hands immediately left my bureau and they both tightly covered my back talk. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… baby. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breath could turn tail my lungs now.

The moment she covered my mouth and stifled my moan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's helping hand stroking my peter, and she had changed her traction, so that her thumb was rubbing on the bottom side of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her thin fingers softly stroked the top side of meat. The pleasurable build-up started bit ago, and suddenly, with intense military unit, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my oral cavity, because my cum would have hit my face if not for her manpower. Cum was splashing against the back of her hands, dripping to my belly, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to escape the grip of the brunette. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my cock firmly in both handwriting. It made my body jerk up and down, and I couldn't command myself. My cum was all over my dresser and tum, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet dream.

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

I responded,"Great ! That was the effective climax I've ever had. You are both were marvellous to me, and I'm happy you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunette, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her arms around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my chest on her weapon system. She leaned her head against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever reason, that guesswork chills down my acantha and gave me goose-bumps, making my nipples harden again. She followed with a nimble pinch 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 flat on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the miss. They each took turns helping the other tie their bikini acme behind their necks and backrest. Then a sudden persuasion hit my mind.

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

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunet took off her hat, and they both removed their sunglasses. They looked jr. than I thought—maybe barely 20 yr old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's waist and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunet put her question on the blonde's shoulder joint. Nothing was happening, and I was wondering if fourth dimension was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her left hand on her stomach, and slowly slid her retentive fingerbreadth down her chant belly and into her bikini. Her fingers moved to the bottom of her twat, hidden from my view, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her right hand and took the brunette's arm, just above the articulatio radiocarpea. The blond guided the brunette's shiny, wet finger's breadth up to her facial expression, put them in her mouth, and closed her brim around them.
I said, referring to my to begin with dubiousness,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunet was holding the blonde around her back, and their pelvic girdle were pressed against each early. The blonde took her right hand and put it into her own Bikini bottom. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her underside and pulled her hand back out, the blond kept her hand in her bottoms, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingers up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a quick hint, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and her dead body shivered once from read/write head to toe, causing the brunette to have to defend her friend.

The blonde removed her hand from her rump, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet fingers down in front of my face. The smell was new to me, and my first-class honours degree whiff caused my nostrils to fully open up to take it all in. As if it were a inborn reflex, I opened my rima oris and reached up to take on her fingers inside. The salty, sweet, musky flavor was unbelievable on my tongue. In add-on to my new-found fondness for the taste of pussy, I felt my dick starting to get concentrated again.

The girls were watching me with big smiles. But when they saw the effect on my pecker of licking the blonde's slit succus off of her digit, they started to express joy, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that dick away. We had a cracking time with you, but we have to go down below to join our friends."
Even though they had already told me otherwise, I had to ask,"What are your names ? When can we get together again ? You two are wonderful !"
The blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a one-time thing. You don't need to know our name calling. 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 brunet. She saw me start to move towards her with the begrime towel, held up a manus, and said,"Keep it -- something to recollect us by."

I stood there dejected, as the young lady put on their lid. The blonde stepped forward commencement, and softly kissed me on the lips. Damn, it made my tool pulse and beginning 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 see. She leaned forward, for what I thought was going to be another soft parting kiss, and she put her mouthpiece firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my take down lip into her mouth, and bit down hard on it. Her bite broke the skin and it hurt, but it was all it took to make my pecker 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 lead to the rock'n'roll ledge below.

The brunette stepped forward and hugged me with her arms around my waste matter. Her left hand gently grabbed my shaft in my pant leg, and caressed it from theme to tip. She said,"I didn't get to relate your peter while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her adhesive friction got a slight firmer on my shaft, and again, my pre-cum made a wet billet on my shorts.

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

The brunette'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 open of getting yourself off now, and we will be on display for you down on the rocks ledge anytime you are ready."

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

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

That said, I slid my the right way hired man down inside the book binding of her bikini, across her smooth butt, and my fingers found the wetness at the bottom of her pussy. I had never felt anything as flaccid, hot and slippery as amber's pussy backtalk. As I played with her sonant back talk, her articulatio genus got weak and I had to support her with my will arm around her waist. amber put her face close to mine and kissed me hard. I pulled my helping hand out of her bikini, and brought my fingerbreadth to my backtalk to taste her. She pulled her mouth back, giving infinite for my finger's breadth. As soon as I brought my paw to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juices from my soaked fingers. I held my fingerbreadth between our mouthpiece, and we shared the howling savor of her pussycat together. It felt like my gumshoe might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

Amber moved her pass back over to my odd shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't hump if I can keep my allegiance that this is a onetime thing. It was fun to diddle like this, but I need your putz interior of me, and that can't chance right now. When I saw you naked, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's hand, and then your cum on my hand, I knew you would be trouble for me. The way you smell, the way you taste, and how you feel, is what I am looking for in a partner. I ca n't conceive I found you up here, but have n't decided yet if I 'll be back. I do n't really cognize much about you Will."

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

Amber shook her heading and smiled. She gave me one finale kiss. I could still palpate the wale on my lip from Jackie 's raciness. 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 ledge below. I watched her walk away, saddened by her going away, but still tactile sensation very aroused from the sight of her nubile body .