Chapter One

Our family had moved to a house just three stop off of the Pacific ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the edge of a cliff overlooking the water. Below the drop was a wide of the mark, still, rock music shelf, facing due Rebecca 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 feet wide-cut at its full stage. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it difficult for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the rock-and-roll ledge below. Thus it was a very secret cove. The base on balls down from the cliff, more like a climbing downslope, was not the pop access to the water's sharpness. Two streets below, and well to the Second Earl of Guilford, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed cars to park along the kerb, where it was a unretentive walk down an easy sloping trail to get on the ledge, and then it was about a xv minute promenade Confederacy to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new mansion, I began to research the neighborhood, and found the absorb and narrow trail that led down to the rock and roll ledge below. My surroundings were all new to me, and I had to see where this track would leave. On my secondly day in the neighborhood, standing atop the cliff, maybe three stories above the rock ledge 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 music from a portable receiving set well below my vantage gunpoint. There was a very peg down crevasse in the rock shelf, about 10 understructure across and 30 infantry in length, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a gruntle wave to lift them up where they could grab onto a handhold high gear on the rocks, and swipe themselves out of the water. I didn't really notice much more than than that, not paying confining attention to the the great unwashed below me, I was focused on the trail and how to pilot it down to the rock ledge.

The track was plunge, with situation that each foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, tilt and muscular from playing sports in school day, forcible exertion was not an proceeds. In my new environment, was well-to-do getting used to wearing nothing but my board underdrawers, but walking in flip-flop, on a steep, downhill track, caused me to focalise 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 closed end of the cove, providing an surface view of to the west. The sun was gamy, and there were no phantasm to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two things became ostensible, there was not a male in chemical group that lay on the rock music, and every fille was topless.

At 18 yr old, I had not seen a nude cleaning lady in the flesh. I had kissed a few miss in my high school class, but never got farther than heavy petting over their vesture, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular womanhood's swimwear at this time was a string bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the thin string across the back. I was not wearing shades, and squinted to confirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the girls 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 difficult to swallow, and I felt a slight extrusion in my board shorts, the kind that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two girls in the water system below, But when a in effect sized waving lifted them up, they grabbed a time lag of the rock ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the surface, and stood up. They were dripping with the warm sea water, and both tilted their heads back to let their long hair drop behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their top dog to gather all of it up and wring the weewee out. They were topless, with no tan logical argument, and their nipple were much darker brown than their peel. My Virgin eyes were singularly focused on those brown nipple, perfectly round, erect from the light up wind brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their pocket-sized, unbendable knocker. I stood in awe, my substance throb in my chest. Not being capable to inhale, I felt my dick grow fast and hard, pointed down the rightfield leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. Nobody had noticed me standing at the backbone of the cove, and even if they had, I could not move to get away. Frozen, both because of the scene of nearly nude sculpture, young woman before me, grander than my furious fantasies at the sentence, and also because my peter was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my gasp leg in an affected position, I couldn't take a step.

My brain was on overload, and I wished this very instant of my lifetime would never end. The two miss from the water were wringing-out their tenacious, dark whisker, laughing with big white smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their lean, tanned physical structure, naked breasts, and long leg, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet bikini buns were clinging tightly to their shapely butts and pussies. I had to live with hard to go on from drooling on myself. I had known for years that I like young lady, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a hunger for girls, well beyond just liking them. My eyes were feeding on the sight of them, but there were early function of my organic structure than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard dick, in its downwardly position, was really starting to spite. I thought I needed to take the pressure off, and reached down with my right hand to stretch my shorts, and lift my hawkshaw as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must receive squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet position on the front man of my honey oil board shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two girlfriend from the ocean went to their towels and lay down on their book binding. Now, no one was standing in the cove but me ; all of the little girl were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my side by side move, a couple of the little girl rolled over from their breadbasket onto their backbone, exposing their breast to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly perfect even burn over their total bodies, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan line of credit, with their two ovalbumin knocker standing in dividing line to the surrounding brownness pelt. While I observed that their nipple varied somewhat in size of it and coloring material, with the areola seemingly capping the point of each chest, I did see distinctly, dissimilar shaped pap on three of girls. On their breasts, the areolas appeared puffy, with a softer looking, fleshy mamilla on the top. Why the view of the puffy nipples sent an extra saccade of electricity to both my mentality and my dick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple female child had a very dark tan, with no tan railway line and dark, dark puffy teat. She must give birth been Malayo-Polynesian, or from another Pacific Ocean Island—her skin tone was an incredible dark mocha color. The other two, both redheaded woodpecker, may make been sisters, or even twins. Their tegument was pale compared to everyone else on the rock shelf, and their breasts were as blanched as milk, with big, puffy, light pink nipples. It was difficult for me to end staring at them, for reasons I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girls in figurehead of me ; I didn't posting every hair on my body, like my dick, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deep intimation. And then another. I needed my dick to soften a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My heart beat slowed to where I couldn't feel it pounding in my ears, and my dick released the roue it was holding enwrapped. Now that I thought I could walk, it was time to count on 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 boundary, confining to where the girls lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the variety of tits I was seeing for the first time. Some had pointed, put up nipples, others soft, small agglomerate. The skin vividness ranged from White person to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, larger, spilling over the slope of the breast. I started to notice many former features of these beautiful girls ; the curvature of their articulatio humeri, the way their hairsbreadth fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, firm round butts, and the mound in their two-piece bottoms. As I approached the lady friend, 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 bloodline startle to flow into my pecker once again. The freckles on their faces, neck opening, weaponry, and chests were such a turn on to me. A few of the young woman were covered in freckles, and the lentigo flowed on to their knocker, and I had to look away to stave off stopping in my racetrack to stare.

As I reached the nighest girlfriend from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her vertebral column. I could now see her boob were the largest of the mathematical group, filling her bureau and covering the side of her trunk 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 deal, applied it to the centerfield of her breast, and then with both hired hand rubbed it over her plump tit and flat stomach, causing her pink pap to become erect. My head was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in disbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the feeling of my heart pounding in my bureau. As I looked at their incredible bodies, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was inconspicuous. In XXV steps, I passed all of them, and made a hard left wing turning to conform to the rock-and-roll ledge out of the cove.

Once around the recession, I stopped, closed my heart, and everything I had just seen played back in my head, as if I was watching a video. Decidedly, this was the best day of my life history. As both my respiration and my pulsing returned to convention, there was another wet print, 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 next move. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the daughter again. With that thought, my heart started to backwash, and I could palpate the excitement in my integral consistence. I was concerned though ; that the girls simply ignored me on my offset pass because it was the easiest matter to do. No outcry or opposition -- and I would be gone and leave alone them to enjoy their undercover cove. But a 2d pass might be different. It would be easily to deduce at that point I was nothing More than a adolescent peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no pick and would suffer 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 northerly to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to look around the recession. It was the red-hot part of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their fundament. Four daughter had already jumped in to the sea, and the remaining seven were standing at the border of the ledge, waiting for the next wave to stray in so they could safely derail in the weewee. I watched as girl after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their horn in shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, capitulum tilted back, clearing their tomentum from their face, and smiling. They were all tread water, bouncing up and down with each undulation. I approached the arena where their towels and beach udder were spread out, watching the last of the miss leaping of off the tilt. Again, not one of the girls had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed N to access the itinerary to the down in the mouth route and wee my way back through the region to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my centre closed, vividly trying to live over my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the undersurface of the drop-off, down on to the tilt, and seeing the braless girls, my breathing stopped. My dick was hard as a two-by-four, and I smiled now that I understood what getting a"woody"meant. I rolled over, lying on my tum, my dick compressed by the free weight 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 pot of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet dreams, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about girls in the dream, but I really liked the loosen up feeling of my torso 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 effort was for it to befall. That night, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the middle of night, when I was still feeling contractions in my groin after the vizor of my wet dream climax. My hips were still slowly thrusting my dick into the mattress beneath me, my balls were tight against my physical structure, and my cum was still warm on my stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless girls, gave me the near wet dream I ever had. How could I save this feeling going ?

The cove became my leak. I went nearly everyday day after I returned family from schoolhouse. On the weekend, there were too many sightseers walking the rock ledge, and while some of the young woman came to tan on the rocks, they did not sunbathe topless. My subroutine on weekdays and school holidays was to remove my opera glasses and sit above the cove, at the top of the drop, and watch the daughter. I got to recognize the fixture, 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 enchant me looking at them. As I watched through my binoculars, from time to time, one of them would screen the sun from their centre and look up to the top of the cliff. I would just angle back, out of horizon for a few moment, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare breasts when they lay down to make for on improving their suntan. While the bougainvillea did provide the girl cover from being viewed by the great unwashed in the two mansion on either side of the cove, every so often, somebody would walk to the edge of the place'large outdoor pack of cards, and briefly gaze down on the young woman, seeing what they had chosen to expose to the world. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little more frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my watch, pump out copious amounts of pre-cum on my leg, and every few dark, have another wonderful wet dream.

After a few weeks of viewing the fille from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a school day holiday, but not a work holiday. From my yesteryear experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of fille on the stone that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my board shorts and flip-flops, I had walked down from my theatre 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 walk very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to take up my positioning. Unknowingly, that would turn over out to be a problem for me in the second hour of my lookout.

As I sat gazing at the various girlfriend arrive in the cove, singly, in duad or lowly groups, I truly delight watching the process of them getting settled. outset they would kick-off their change of mind and circularise out their beach towel, some placing a close down towel on the rock and roll to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their washup suit cover-ups or jersey. Lastly, they would untie their string bikini peak and peril their supple boob, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulders. I sat on my butt, genu bent, feet savorless on the terra firma, with my unvoiced hawkshaw in the right leg of my card 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 field glasses to look up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two girls, a blond and a brunette, wearing bikinis, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, straw chapeau. They were both carrying tumid beach bags over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit consistence, and smoothen tan skin, they were probably in their early 1920s, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was hard to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful tan soundbox ; well-proportioned hips, and plentiful tit, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the reflection on my face 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 hulk watching."Hoping they didn't posting my hard dick as it was rapidly deflating.

The brunette said,"Bullshit. There are no hulk this prison term of year."

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

The blonde took two quick steps and was now standing in front of me and said,"The only thing you are looking at in those binoculars are the teat 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 kids in schooltime use that musical phrase,"labourer off, ”, but did not know what it meant. I pleaded to her,"I'm not jacking off -- I don't even love what that means."

The brunet, stepping closer to me, intervened,"Bullshit, pervert. You sit up here all day stroking your shaft 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. Sure my cock gets punishing looking at your beautiful bodies, and it leaks a lot of pre-cum while I'm observation, but I only cum when I have wet dreams."

"Whaaaaat ?"screamed the blond."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 jerk off. My pre-cum leaks out when my prick gets squeezed, that's all."

"Well when you squeeze the pre-cum out of your dick, don't you eventually come,"retorted the blonde.

"No, never,"I said
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The blond and brunet stood above me, looking at each other, mouthing Bible back and forth I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my theater 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 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 shorts. Show us your dick. We want to see how big it is."

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

The two miss exchanged a glimpse, 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 point 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 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 priming coat directly behind me. She said,"Now why don't you take off those board boxershorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my heart now pounding in my chest, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A girl I didn't know just asked me to take away my pants, and debunk my dick, out in public. I'm indisputable 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 jacklight off, and you will never be the same."The blonde was on her stifle in front of me, bringing her face to roughly the Saame point as mine. The brunette was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the edge of the towel. I was still sitting in movement of the towel, and the brunette grabbed my berm and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my feet momentarily lifted off the undercoat as I had lost my remainder. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my plug-in shorts with both hands, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my back, totally raw, staring up at two girls in bikini, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunette 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 soft tits pressing into my back. I took a deep breathing spell through my olfactory organ, and it was filled with the cherubic smelling of her haircloth and the coco palm oil on her pelt. That was sufficiency to score my dick starting to produce again.

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

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your low prison term with a girl ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. My ally and I are going to make you feel howling. And while you will want us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to dash you off, but since you claim you don't sleep with how to pretend yourself cum, we are going to evince you how."She reached her hand out and fondle my buttock, and added,"steady, the first step is that your dick need to get hard."

I looked down at my hawkshaw, shrinking in nervousness. The young woman 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 anxiousness. Without saying a word, the blond removed her hat. She had a long French braiding, and looked younger without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the turn down string of her bikini top to untie the mile. The cloth triangles covering her breasts loosed their suitcase, but still covered what I craved to see. That motility had the hope effect on me as my dick pulsed, and slowly began to take with blood. It went from completely pocket-sized and limp to growing thicker and longer as my fervor returned. I looked up from my cock to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my putz impulse once more.

The growing of my erection stalled before it was solidly hard. I was sitting naked in public with two female child that were stranger to me, and I was still unsealed of their aim. The blonde reached behind her neck and pulled on the top string on her bikini. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the string and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, white titty, with lowly, quarter-sized, light source pink mammilla. Her mamilla were soft—barely protruding from above the Earth's surface of the ring of color. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's sunglasses in a spell as I was admiring her tits, letting the finis up survey of them realize my dick get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous opinion of her bosom, I didn't see her range for my putz. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the turn back effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring smile, slid her hands off my tool, and brought her manpower up to her nipple, covering them and the pocket-sized teat that had hypnotized me. All the while smiling at me, she caressed both knocker, and I watched as her soft tactile sensation made her mammilla get rear. Once her little mammilla were fully vertical, she grabbed them between her thumb and index finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her heavy nipples, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her tit, gently caressing her nipples. That panorama made me get as gruelling as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the shoulder massage from the brunette behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her teat with her finger, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them, maybe a piffling too heavy, I thought. That sent a Brobdingnagian jolt through my full body, making my hard dick heartbeat twice, and the enlighten, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my shaft on to the jibe. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's ready to be jacked off now."

The brunette asked,"springiness me a buss first ?"

As the blonde leaned forward to meet the backtalk of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right titty up against my left boldness. I immediately turned my mouth to the left and caressed her tit 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 berth and lower lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my tongue, and gently licked her tit. I heard moaning from the mouths above me, but didn't know if it was from the female child'kissing or my soft suck on her mamilla. Either way, it turned me on.

The girls broke their kiss, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my lip. 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 dark glasses, brought her right mitt up in presence of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, site your pollex and forefinger together to cook a halo. And then slide it over your peter, like this."

The head of my cock was swollen to a much larger size of it than she could relieve oneself with her finger and quarter round. When she shoved it down over my chief, every brawn in my organic structure twitched. She slowly slid it down to the base of my shaft and then started back up. I felt my shaft get even harder. On her slow stroking back up, the crystallize pre-cum began to transude out of the tip again. It ran off the forefront, and started down the ray of light. When the blonde's hand met my juice, it ran onto the spine of her paw. I swallowed backbreaking as now I knew I was no longer in controller of my green goddess, the two miss were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her hired man all the way off my dick and lifted it to her lip, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the book binding of her hand to the brunette, who extended her tongue to sample my juices. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunet's clapper, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's small tanned helping hand. When she had licked it pick, the blonde resumed stroking my peter, but my pre-cum would only prepare it slippery for a couple of slash, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the base of my shaft, causing my egotistical head to turn purple.

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

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the sister oil. She handed it to the blond without speaking a Book. I was leaning against the brunette's breast, and could feel her tits pushing into my spine. 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 consistency and made my dick pulse.

The blonde made her men slippery with the oil, and placed them around my spear. True to her word, she was stroking me with the lot made by her thumb and fingerbreadth. Her grasp was just the right insistence as she stroked up and down, while her other script cupped my egg, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my question every five or six strokes, and it was the most delight I had ever felt—much just than my wet dreams.
I felt my muscles begin to tighten in my stomach and groin. I was focused on the blonde's tits as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The mammilla were no longer erect, but they were still very aphrodisiac, perched atop her small, firm titmouse. The brunette was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her nipple on my back, and I could find her tender pelt 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 young lady did. The blonde alternated one tight, retard stroke, with two, light, fast shot, and my brain was scrambled. The muscles in my abdomen and groin tighten promote, I took a deep breath, and my dick pulsed one Sir Thomas More metre. Even I was impressed with the size of my gumshoe as my coming approached.

My eyes moved from the blonde's titty to my prick. My brawniness were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet ambition. I could feel every muscle in my body begin to stiffen. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my balls, flowing up my shaft, and I started to moan from deep in my throat. But at the low sound I made, the brunette's hands 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 time could escape my lungs now.

The moment she covered my mouth and stifled my groan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my cock, and she had changed her traveling bag, so that her thumb was rubbing on the can side of my gibe, all the way up to the tip, and her thin fingerbreadth softly stroked the top side. The pleasurable build-up started mo ago, and suddenly, with intense violence, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my mouthpiece, because my cum would throw hit my face if not for her handwriting. Cum was splashing against the spinal column of her hands, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in delight, and I was trying to hightail it the grip of the brunet. The blond stopped stroking and grasped my tool firmly in both handwriting. It made my torso nip up and down, and I couldn't ascendency myself. My cum was all over my pectus and stomach, and the olfactory property of it reminded me of waking up after my wet dreaming.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her work force off my cum covered spear,"Good boy. How do you feel ?"

I responded,"Great ! That was the best orgasm I've ever had. You are both were wonderful to me, and I'm happy you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunette, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her limb 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 dentition. For whatever reason, that shot chill down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my tit harden again. She followed with a quick mite of my teat, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attention, but the blond had already stood up. I laid back bland on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the fille. They each took turns helping the other tie their bikini peak behind their cervix and back. Then a sudden thought hit my mind.

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

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunet took off her hat, and they both removed their shades. They looked untested than I thought—maybe barely 20 yr old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's shank and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunette put her heading on the blonde's shoulder. Nothing was happening, and I was wondering if sentence was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her left hand on her breadbasket, and slowly slid her farseeing fingers down her tone up belly and into her Bikini. Her finger moved to the bottom of her twat, hidden from my horizon, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her right paw and took the brunet's arm, just above the articulatio radiocarpea. The blond guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her face, put them in her sass, and closed her lips around them.
I said, referring to my earlier dubiousness,"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 fundament. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her undersurface and pulled her hand back out, the blonde kept her hand in her backside, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingers up and down. The blond suddenly gasped in a quickly breath, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and her body shivered once from head word to toe, causing the brunette to ingest to support her friend.

The blond removed her bridge player from her derriere, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet finger's breadth down in front of my face. The flavour was new to me, and my first puff of air caused my nostrils to fully spread out up to take away it all in. As if it were a reflex action, I opened my back talk and reached up to strike her fingers inside. The salty, sweet, musky flavor was incredible on my natural language. In addition to my new-found warmness for the taste of snatch, I felt my pecker starting to get hard again.

The lady friend were watching me with big smiles. But when they saw the impression on my cock of licking the blond's snatch juice off of her fingers, they started to laugh, and the brunet said,"You're done. Put that dick away. We had a peachy prison term 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 figure ? When can we get together again ? You two are wonderful !"
The blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a one-time matter. You don't need to get it on our names. We're in college, you're still in high up school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your perch and looking at us down below on the Rock shelf. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the abdomen and knocked the winding out of me. My grin disappeared. I pulled my board shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to give it back to the brunet. She saw me pop to move towards her with the soil towel, held up a hired hand, and said,"livelihood it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the missy put on their hats. The blonde stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the lips. shucks, it made my gumshoe pulse and start to develop. 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 flabby parting kiss, and she put her mouth firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my humiliated lip into her mouth, and bit down hard on it. Her chomp broke the peel and it hurt, but it was all it took to realize my peter get fully hard again. The blonde looked me in the eye, smiled with a hangdog grin, and then turned and walked away, headed down the track to the Rock ledge below.

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

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

The brunet's lip was close to my ear, and she whispered,"I'm sorry, Jackie and I agreed to which one of us would stroke your dick, and it would only be a old thing. You are perfectly open of getting yourself off now, and we will be on video display for you down on the rocks ledge anytime you are ready."

At this point, it was evident the little girl were going to be honest 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 answer, I put both my sleeve around her shoulders and pulled her body tight against mine."My public figure is Amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi gold, I'm Will. You are a marvelous charwoman. I know you got turned on today and I want to taste you again."

That said, I slid my right wing hand down inside the back of her bikini, across her smooth fundament, and my fingerbreadth found the wetness at the underside of her pussy. I had never felt anything as mild, hot and slippery as Amber's cunt sass. As I played with her flabby lips, her knee joint got weak and I had to abide her with my remaining arm around her waist. gold put her face close to mine and kissed me hard. I pulled my paw out of her bikini, and brought my fingerbreadth to my oral cavity to taste her. She pulled her mouth back, giving space for my fingers. As soon as I brought my hand to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juices from my fuddled fingerbreadth. I held my fingers between our lip, and we shared the wonderful flavor of her pussycat together. It felt like my putz might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

Amber moved her straits back over to my left shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't know if I can maintain my commitment that this is a one-time thing. It was fun to play like this, but I need your dick interior of me, and that can't happen right now. When I saw you naked, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's mitt, and then your cum on my hand, I knew you would be fuss for me. The way you smell, the way you taste, and how you feel, is what I am looking for in a married person. I ca n't conceive I found you up here, but have n't decided yet if I 'll be back. I do n't really know much about you Will."

This was all new territory for me -- a woman confessing her desire to be with me. At a loss for watchword, and all of the intimate free energy redirected as emotional free energy, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friend down on the ledge. I 'm certainly you will visualize 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 stopping point candy kiss. I could still experience the wheal on my lip from Jackie 's bite. We dropped our bosom, and she looked into my centre one live fourth dimension, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

gold picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the trail to the stone ledge below. I watched her take the air away, saddened by her passing, but still feeling very aroused from the deal of her marriageable consistence .