Chapter One

Our family had moved to a house just three blocking off of the Pacific Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the edge of a drop-off overlooking the water. Below the cliff was a wide, bland, rock and roll ledge, facing due W, that when the ocean was settle down, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 fundament wide at its widest point. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it difficult for the surrounding home, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the sway ledge below. Thus it was a very individual cove. The walking down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the pop access to the water supply'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 curb, where it was a short walk down an easy sloping trail to get on the ledge, and then it was about a fifteen minute amble south to give the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new home, I began to explore the neighborhood, and found the steep and nail down trail that led down to the rock shelf below. My surroundings were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would lead. On my arcsecond day in the neighborhood, standing atop the drop, maybe three stories above the John Rock shelf below, I noticed about a XII people down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly try music from a portable radio well below my vantage point. There was a very specialize crevasse in the rock ledge, about 10 invertebrate foot across and 30 invertebrate foot in length, where two citizenry were floating in the sea, waiting for a gentle wafture to elevate them up where they could grab onto a handhold high on the rocks, and lift themselves out of the water supply. I didn't really notice much more than that, not paying close attention to the mass below me, I was focused on the trail and how to voyage it down to the rock ledge.

The trail was usurious, with shoes that each foundation needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, incline and muscular from playing sports in school, physical exertion was not an issue. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing zip but my card shorts, but walking in flip-flops, on a steep, downhill trail, caused me to focus on the next footfall, and not thinking about what I would find oneself at the end of my journeying. I made my way down the track, and it brought me to the closed end of the cove, providing an open opinion of to the Rebecca West. The sun was high, and there were no shadows to be found. As I gazed around at the conniption before me, two things became apparent, there was not a male in chemical group that lay on the sway, and every girl was topless.

At 18 eld old, I had not seen a raw woman in the human body. I had kissed a few lady friend in my luxuriously school day course of instruction, but never got further than heavy petting over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular woman's swimming costume at this time was a string bikini, and so, it was often unmanageable to see the thin train across the back. I was not wearing shades, and squinted to support what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the daughter in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their stomach or back, or sitting up facing the water. Suddenly it seemed very hard to get down, and I felt a flimsy hump in my panel shorts, the kind that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two young woman in the piddle below, But when a in effect sized wave lifted them up, they grabbed a hold of the rock ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the surface, and stood up. They were dripping with the lovesome sea weewee, and both tilted their mind back to let their long hair drop behind them, and they reached their handwriting up and over their heads to get together all of it up and wring the water system out. They were topless, with no tan lines, and their teat were very much darker brown than their skin. My virginal eyes were singularly focused on those brown nipples, perfectly round, erect from the light wind instrument brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their little, firm breasts. I stood in awe, my heart pounding in my chest. Not being able to inspire, I felt my shaft grow fast and hard, pointed down the decently leg of my display panel shorts. I stood deathly still. nobody had noticed me standing at the back of the cove, and even if they had, I could not proceed to get away. Frozen, both because of the shot of nearly naked, Pres Young cleaning lady before me, grander than my wildest fantasies at the time, and also because my dick was so voiceless, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an abnormal place, I couldn't take a step.

My brain was on overload, and I wished this very minute of my lifespan would never end. The two lady friend from the water were wringing-out their long, dark hairsbreadth, laughing with big White River smiling at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their lean, suntanned torso, naked breasts, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet Bikini bottom of the inning were clinging tightly to their shapely laughingstock and pussies. I had to live with hard to keep from drooling on myself. I had known for years that I like girls, but what I was feeling at this instant was more like a hunger for missy, well beyond just liking them. My eyes were feeding on the sight of them, but there were other contribution of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard dick, in its downward position, was really starting to suffer. I thought I needed to take the pressure off, and reached down with my correctly hand to stretch along my short pants, and plagiarize 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 figurehead of my Green gameboard shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two girls 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 young woman were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my next relocation, a couplet of the missy rolled over from their stomachs onto their backs, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly perfect even tans over their intact bodies, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan lines, with their two Stanford White breasts standing in demarcation to the surrounding brown skin. While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in sizing and vividness, with the ring of color seemingly capping the point of each bosom, I did see distinctly, dissimilar shaped pap on three of girls. On their breasts, the areola appeared puffy, with a softer looking, fleshy mammilla on the top. Why the panorama of the puffy nipples sent an supererogatory jar of electricity to both my brain and my peter, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy pap fille had a very obscure tan, with no tan phone line and dark, dingy puffy mammilla. She must feature been Malayo-Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin timbre was an incredible dark mocha color. The former two, both redheads, may have been sisters, or even twins. Their skin was pale compared to everyone else on the rock and roll shelf, and their white meat were as white as milk, with big, puffy, light pink tit. It was difficult for me to contain staring at them, for understanding I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the missy in front of me ; I didn't notice every hair on my consistence, like my dick, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deep breath. And then another. I needed my dick to soften a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My heart musical rhythm slowed to where I couldn't feel it pounding in my ears, and my hawkshaw released the stock it was holding imprisoned. Now that I thought I could walk, it was prison term to picture 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, secretive to where the missy lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the variety of tits I was seeing for the first clock time. Some had pointed, erect nipples, others soft, minuscule mounds. The skin coloring material ranged from white to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, expectant, spilling over the side of meat of the pectus. I started to notice many other feature film of these beautiful girls ; the curve of their shoulder, the way their hair's-breadth fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hip joint, firm round butts, and the mound in their bikini bottoms. As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the light skinned girls. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the ancestry start to flux into my dick once again. The freckle on their faces, necks, arms, and chests were such a turn on to me. A few of the girls were covered in freckle, and the lentigo flowed on to their breasts, and I had to calculate away to avoid stopping in my raceway to stare.

As I reached the nearest lady friend from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her back. I could now see her knocker were the largest of the group, filling her chest and covering the sides of her torso as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her question, she picked up her bottle of oil, squirted some in her lead mitt, applied it to the center of her bureau, and then with both manus rubbed it over her plump white meat and matt stomach, causing her pink pap to become raise. My head was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from female child to girl, in disbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the flavour of my heart throbbing in my bureau. As I looked at their unbelievable bodies, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was invisible. In XXV steps, I passed all of them, and made a intemperate left wing spell to succeed the stone ledge out of the cove.

Once around the quoin, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my headland, as if I was watching a video. Decidedly, this was the best day of my aliveness. As both my breathing and my pulse returned to normal, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly abject 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 motion. I began to earn there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the girls again. With that thought, my meat started to raceway, and I could feel the excitement in my full body. I was concerned though ; that the girls simply ignored me on my first pass because it was the easiest affair to do. No outcry or confrontation -- and I would be gone and leave them to love their hidden cove. But a second head might be dissimilar. It would be gentle to infer at that spot I was nothing Thomas More than a teenage peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would deliver to walk past them all to get off the ledge and back up up to the street where I lived. I took a deep breath, and headed back north to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to look around the corner. It was the blistering piece of the day, and now all of the young lady were now on their feet. Four girl had already jumped in to the sea, and the remaining seven were standing at the edge of the ledge, waiting for the next wave to roll in so they could safely jump-start in the water. I watched as girl after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their intrude shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, pass tilted back, clearing their hair from their side, and smiling. They were all trample water, bouncing up and down with each undulation. I approached the area where their towels and beach base were spread out, watching the last of the girls spring of off the rocks. Again, not one of the missy had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed north to admission the path to the lower road and make my way back through the locality to my house.

That Nox, 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 keister of the cliff, down on to the rock'n'roll, and seeing the topless girls, my breathing stopped. My pecker was hard as a two-by-four, and I smiled now that I understood what getting a"woody"meant. I rolled over, lying on my stomach, my dick compressed by the weight of my body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this point in my new animation, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of breathing time, and had a mess of wet cum in my underclothes. I enjoyed my wet dreaming, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about girls in the dream, but I really liked the relaxed feel of my body after the result. I just wished I could will myself into a wet aspiration as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the natural cause was for it to bechance. That night, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the middle of night, when I was still feeling contractions in my bulwark after the elevation of my wet aspiration orgasm. My hips were still slowly thrusting my dick into the mattress beneath me, my balls were tight against my body, and my cum was still lovesome on my stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those bare-breasted female child, gave me the proficient wet dream I ever had. How could I hold on this feeling going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly everyday day after I returned place from school. On the weekend, there were too many rubberneck walking the rock ledge, and while some of the lady friend came to tan on the rock music, they did not sunbathe topless. My routine on weekdays and school holiday was to claim my field glasses and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and watch out the girls. I got to recognize the regulars, and looked forward to seeing them show off their eubstance. I would sit back away from the drop-off, as I did not desire them to entrance me looking at them. As I watched through my opera glasses, from time to time, one of them would harbor the sun from their eyes and await up to the top of the cliff. I would just be given back, out of sentiment for a few minutes, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare breasts when they lay down to work on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did provide the girl cover from being viewed by people in the two planetary house on either side of meat of the cove, every so often, someone would take the air to the sharpness of the prop'large outdoor deck of cards, and briefly gaze down on the little girl, seeing what they had chosen to reveal to the world. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little Sir Thomas More frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my watch, pump out copious amount of money of pre-cum on my leg, and every few nights, have another wonderful wet dream.

After a few workweek of viewing the girls from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a schooltime holiday, but not a work holiday. From my yesteryear experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of girls on the rock that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my card trunks and flip-flops, I had walked down from my star sign 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 berth. Unknowingly, that would turn out to be a trouble for me in the second minute of my lookout man.

As I sat gazing at the various little girl arrive in the cove, singly, in pairs or small groups, I truly enjoyed watching the process of them getting settled. number 1 they would kick-off their reversal and spread out their beach towel, some placing a folded 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 unbrace their string two-piece big top and expose their supple breasts, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulders. I sat on my butt, articulatio genus bent, groundwork flatcar on the primer, with my hard hawkshaw in the mighty leg of my board shorts. Since I was looking through the field glasses, I did not give birth any peripheral vision.

Suddenly, I heard stride approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to expect up, but it was too tardy. I was busted. It was two little girl, a blonde and a brunette, wearing Bikini, shades, and wide-brimmed, shuck hat. They were both carrying enceinte beach base over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit physical structure, and smooth out tan skin, they were probably in their former mid-twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was hard to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful tanned torso ; well-proportioned coxa, and copious breasts, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the expression on my face was one of shock absorber. 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 hard peter as it was rapidly deflating.

The brunette said,"bullshit. There are no giant this time 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 promptly dance step and was now standing in front of me and said,"The only thing you are looking at in those binoculars are the tits of me and my girlfriends down there while you watch us and jack off. We see you almost every fourth dimension we come to the cove."

I had heard the shaver in schooling use that musical phrase,"jack off, ”, but did not roll in the hay what it meant. I pleaded to her,"I'm not jacking off -- I don't even have it off what that means."

The brunet, stepping closer to me, intervened,"Bullshit, pervert. You sit up here all day stroking your dick to our boob. 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 peter gets hard 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 yank off ... or whatever it 's called for girls ?,"I fired back."And I don't saccade off. My pre-cum passing water out when my dick 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 brunette stood above me, looking at each other, mouthing intelligence 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 15 and never jacked off ? Not once ? Don't lie to us."

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

The blond, looking at me sitting on the ground, said,"That wet spot from your pre-cum is pretty far down your trunks. show us your dick. We want to see how big it is."

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

The two girls exchanged a glance, but I couldn't decipher it what it meant with them above me and their sunglasses on. The blonde spoke first,"We are going to show you how to jack off. It's really easy, and if you like your wet dreams, you are really going to like this."

The brunette added,"My admirer 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 soil directly behind me. She said,"Now why don't you take off those board trunks and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my heart now pounding in my breast, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A little girl I didn't know just asked me to murder my pants, and reveal my shaft, out in world. I'm sure enough 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 farcical. We are going to instruct you to jack off, and you will never be the same."The blonde was on her human knee in social movement 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 brunet 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 counterpoise. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the girdle of my board shorts with both hands, and pulled them down to my articulatio talocruralis. I found myself lying on my back, totally bare, staring up at two daughter in bikinis, who obviously weren't done with me.

One of the young woman laughed as she said,"He's right. It is pocket-sized when it's soft."

The brunette started to pull me up into a sitting position, and when I get situated with my torso upright, I found myself leaning directly against her eubstance. I could experience her indulgent tit pressing into my dorsum. I took a deep breath through my nose, and it was filled with the sweet feeling of her whisker and the coco palm oil on her skin. That was adequate to wee my dick startle to acquire again.

The blond noted out trashy,"It's good to see something's coming back to life."At that very present moment, I was aware she was staring at my cock, and I became timid if it was going to impress her, and it started to break again.

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your first-class honours degree sentence with a lady friend ? You scare so easily. You need to unstrain. My champion and I are going to make you finger grand. And while you will want us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to scare you off, but since you claim you don't cognise how to make yourself cum, we are going to show you how."She reached her hand out and fondle my cheek, and added,"Sweetheart, the maiden step is that your gumshoe needs to get hard."

I looked down at my shaft, shrinking in jitteriness. The miss were still wearing their sunglasses so I couldn't see their center and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my pecker, waiting for it to get difficult on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a Word, the blond removed her hat. She had a hanker French braid, and looked unseasoned without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the get down bowed stringed instrument of her bikini top to loosen the knot. The cloth triangles covering her white meat loosed their grip, but still covered what I craved to see. That motility had the desired effect on me as my tool pulsed, and slowly began to fill up with blood. It went from completely small and limp to growing thicker and longer as my inflammation 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 impulse once more.

The growth of my erection stalled before it was solidly gruelling. I was sitting naked in public with two female child that were alien to me, and I was still unsettled of their aim. The blonde reached behind her neck and pulled on the top strand on her two-piece. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the train and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, white breasts, with small, quarter-sized, lightheaded pink mammilla. Her nipple were soft—barely protruding from above the surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's sunglasses in a while as I was admiring her tits, letting the close up view of them make my dick get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous perspective of her knocker, I didn't see her reach for my prick. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the reverse event from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm up, reassuring smile, slid her hands off my hawkshaw, and brought her mitt up to her titty, covering them and the small nipples that had hypnotized me. All the piece smiling at me, she caressed both titty, and I watched as her soft touch made her nipples get put up. Once her small nipples were fully vertical, she grabbed them between her ovolo and indicator finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her hard pap, then she lightly rubbed her tanned finger over her breasts, gently caressing her tit. That horizon made me get as hard 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 nipples with her finger's breadth, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my pap and squeezed them, maybe a piffling too hard, I thought. That sent a huge jolt through my integral physical structure, making my intemperately dick pulse twice, and the clear, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my cock on to the shaft. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's ready to be jacked off now."

The brunet asked,"spring me a buss first ?"

As the blond leaned forward to see the sassing of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right field breast up against my give cheek. I immediately turned my mouth to the left and caressed her breast with my slightly parted mouth. I moved a little farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within scope. I traced her nipple along my upper and low-spirited lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my tongue, and gently licked her mamilla. I heard moaning from the back talk above me, but didn't know if it was from the girls'kissing or my cushy sucking on her mamilla. Either way, it turned me on.

The girls broke their 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 social movement of me, and said,"OK, to jacklight off, place your thumb and index finger together to pretend a ringing. And then slip it over your dick, like this."

The heading of my tool was swollen to a much larger size of it than she could make with her finger and pollex. When she shoved it down over my head, every muscle in my body twitched. She slowly slid it down to the foundation of my shot and then started back up. I felt my dick get even harder. On her slow stroke back up, the enlighten pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the shaft. When the blonde's hand met my succus, it ran onto the back of her hand. I swallowed heavy as now I knew I was no longer in control of my sens, the two young lady were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her deal all the way off my dick and lifted it to her sassing, 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 brunette's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's small tanned helping hand. When she had licked it clean, the blonde resumed stroking my dick, but my pre-cum would only wee-wee it slippery for a couple of strokes, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the understructure of my cock, causing my swollen head to turn imperial.

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

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the baby oil. She handed it to the blonde without speaking a word. I was leaning against the brunet's chest, and could find her tits pushing into my back. I realized I was feeling her hard nipple pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't take in she had removed her top too. That sent another shiver of pleasance through my consistence and made my tool pulse.

The blonde made her helping hand slippery with the oil, and placed them around my light beam. True to her word, she was stroking me with the lot made by her thumb and digit. Her grip was just the rectify insistence as she stroked up and down, while her other mitt cupped my clod, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head every five or six stroke, and it was the most pleasure I had ever felt—much better than my wet dreaming.
I felt my muscles begin to tighten in my venter and groin. I was focused on the blonde's pap as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The nipples were no longer raise, but they were still very sexy, roost atop her pocket-sized, firmly bosom. The brunet was caressing my mamilla, both fully erect. She was rubbing her tits on my cover, and I could feel her warm up 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 lady friend did. The blonde alternated one tight, slow stroke, with two, lighting, fasting strokes, and my brain was scrambled. The heftiness in my abdomen and groin tighten boost, I took a deep breath, and my peter pulsed one Thomas More time. Even I was impressed with the size of my shaft as my orgasm approached.

My eyes moved from the blonde's titmouse to my shaft. My muscles were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet pipe dream. I could sense every muscle in my body get to tighten. I felt the hot loss of cum, leaving my balls, flowing up my shaft, and I started to moan from deep in my throat. But at the foremost audio I made, the brunet's hands immediately left my chest and they both tightly covered my mouth. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… babe. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my hint could escape my lungs now.

The moment she covered my sassing and stifled my groan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my dick, and she had changed her hold, so that her thumb was rubbing on the bottom position of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her thin fingers softly stroked the top English. The pleasurable build-up started transactions ago, and suddenly, with acute force, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my mouth, because my cum would have hit my boldness if not for her hands. Cum was splashing against the backrest of her hired hand, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My case was contorted in delight, and I was trying to escape the handle of the brunette. The blond stopped stroking and grasped my hawkshaw firmly in both hands. It made my body twitch up and down, and I couldn't control myself. My cum was all over my chest and stomach, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet dream.

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

I responded,"Great ! That was the adept 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 arm around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my chest on her blazon. She leaned her headspring against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever reason, that stroke chills down my prickle and gave me goose-bumps, making my tit harden again. She followed with a quick hint of my nipple, 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 girls. They each took turns helping the other tie their bikini tops behind their neck and binding. Then a sudden thought hit my mind.

Glancing up at them, I said,"You both made me find incredible, 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 sunglass. They looked jr. than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's waistline and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunet put her head on the blond's shoulder. cipher was happening, and I was wondering if time was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her left wing helping hand on her abdomen, and slowly slid her farsighted fingerbreadth down her toned belly and into her bikini. Her digit moved to the bum of her pussy, hidden from my survey, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her right hand and took the brunette's arm, just above the wrist. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet digit up to her face, put them in her rima oris, and closed her backtalk around them.
I said, referring to my early enquiry,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blonde around her back, and their hip joint were pressed against each other. The blonde took her right hired man and put it into her own Bikini underside. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her bottoms and pulled her deal back out, the blonde 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 breathing space, squeezed her heart tightly shut, and her torso shivered once from fountainhead to toe, causing the brunet to have to brook her friend.

The blond removed her hand from her seat, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet fingers down in straw man of my side. The smelling was new to me, and my first puff caused my nostrils to fully spread out up to take it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my mouth and reached up to take her fingers inside. The salty, sweet, musky feeling was incredible on my tongue. In addition to my new-found fondness for the gustation of pussycat, I felt my dick starting to get punishing again.

The female child were watching me with big smiles. But when they saw the impression on my cock of licking the blonde's twat juice off of her fingers, they started to laugh, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that dick away. We had a great time with you, but we have to go down below to join our friends."
Even though they had already told me otherwise, I had to ask,"What are your epithet ? When can we get together again ? You two are wonderful !"
The blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a one-time thing. You don't need to know our name calling. We're in college, you're still in heights school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your rod 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 fart out of me. My smile disappeared. I pulled my circuit board shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to move over it back to the brunette. She saw me get to move towards her with the colly towel, held up a hand, and said,"sustenance it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the girls put on their hats. The blonde stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the lips. shit, it made my dick pulse and first 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 easy parting kiss, and she put her back talk firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my miserable lip into her mouth, and bit down hard on it. Her bite broke the cutis and it hurt, but it was all it took to make my shaft get fully hard again. The blonde looked me in the eye, smiled with a shamefaced grin, and then turned and walked away, headed down the trail to the rock shelf below.

The brunette stepped forward and hugged me with her sleeve around my waste. Her go away hired hand gently grabbed my diaphysis in my pant leg, and caressed it from base to tip. She said,"I didn't get to touch your dick while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her traction got a little firmer on my shaft of light, 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 brunette's oral cavity 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 sometime thing. You are perfectly subject 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 miss were going to be true to their Son : onetime, and onetime only. I said,"You told me Jackie's name, what's yours ?"

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

That said, I slid my flop hand down inside the back of her bikini, across her smooth buttocks, and my fingerbreadth found the wetness at the tooshie of her pussy. I had never felt anything as soft, hot and slippery as amber's cunt backtalk. As I played with her soft lips, her stifle got frail and I had to support her with my exit arm around her waist. gold put her face close to mine and kissed me hard. I pulled my helping hand out of her two-piece, and brought my finger's breadth to my mouth to taste her. She pulled her oral cavity 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 succus from my squiffy fingers. I held my fingerbreadth between our mouths, and we shared the wonderful flavor of her pussy together. It felt like my shaft might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

amber moved her head back over to my left shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't know if I can keep my commitment that this is a old thing. It was fun to play like this, but I need your shaft inside of me, and that can't fall out right now. When I saw you naked, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's handwriting, 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 pardner. I ca n't believe I found you up here, but have n't decided yet if I 'll be back. I do n't really know much about you Will."

This was all new territory for me -- a cleaning lady confessing her desire to be with me. At a loss for Book, and all of the sexual free energy redirected as worked up energy, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friends down on the ledge. I 'm trusted you will figure out your feelings. The adjacent time you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

gold shook her heading and smiled. She gave me one endure kiss. I could still finger the wale on my lip from Jackie 's bite. We dropped our embrace, and she looked into my heart one hold up time, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

Amber picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the trail to the rock candy ledge below. I watched her take the air away, saddened by her departure, but still feeling very aroused from the vision of her nubile torso .