Chapter One

Our family had moved to a house just three closure 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 cliff was a wide, smooth, rock ledge, facing due west, 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 pes wide at its widest percentage point. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it hard for the surrounding domicile, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the John Rock shelf below. Thus it was a very private cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular admittance to the water's edge. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed machine to park along the curbing, where it was a short pass down an loose sloping lead to get on the ledge, and then it was about a 15 minute stroll south to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to explore the neighbourhood, and found the extortionate and specify trail that led down to the stone shelf below. My environment were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would lead. On my bit day in the neighborhood, standing atop the drop, 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 radiocommunication well below my advantage decimal point. There was a very pin down crevasse in the rock'n'roll ledge, about 10 feet across and 30 feet in duration, where two people were floating in the sea, waiting for a gentle wave to hook them up where they could catch onto a handhold senior high on the rocks, and lift themselves out of the H2O. I didn't really notice much more than that, not paying penny-pinching attention to the people below me, I was focused on the trail and how to navigate it down to the rock ledge.

The trail was immerse, with office that each foundation needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, lean and muscular from playing sports in school, strong-arm sweat was not an issue. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing goose egg but my instrument panel shorts, but walking in thong, on a steep, declivitous trail, caused me to concentre on the next footstep, and not thinking about what I would see at the end of my journey. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the closed end of the cove, providing an open view of to the west. The sun was high, and there were no shadows to be found. As I gazed around at the shot before me, two matter became apparent, there was not a male in radical that lay on the stone, and every girl was topless.

At 18 geezerhood old, I had not seen a naked woman in the material body. I had kissed a few young lady in my high shoal class, but never got further than heavy caressing over their habiliment, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The democratic woman's swimsuit at this clip was a string two-piece, and so, it was often unmanageable to see the thin string across the back. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to support what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the female child in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their stomach or back, or sitting up facing the body of water. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to swallow, and I felt a slight intumescence in my control panel shorts, the sort that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two young lady in the water below, But when a estimable sized wave lifted them up, they grabbed a hold of the rock candy ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the surface, and stood up. They were dripping with the warm sea water, and both tilted their question back to let their long hair drop behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their heads to conglomerate all of it up and wring the water out. They were topless, with no tan lineage, and their nipples were much darker brown than their skin. My virgin eyes were singularly focused on those brown tit, perfectly round, erect from the illumine fart brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small, firm breasts. I stood in awe, my heart pounding in my chest. Not being able to inhale, I felt my peter grow fast and hard, pointed down the rightfulness leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. nobody had noticed me standing at the back of the cove, and even if they had, I could not move to get away. Frozen, both because of the scenery of nearly nude statue, Young women before me, grander than my wildest fancy at the time, and also because my dick was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an affected locating, I couldn't take a step.

My brain was on overburden, and I wished this very mo of my living would never end. The two girls from the weewee were wringing-out their hanker, dark hair, laughing with big ovalbumin smiles at whatever one of them had said to the early. I openly stared at their lean, tanned bodies, naked chest, and long pegleg, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet Bikini tail were clinging tightly to their shapely butts and pussies. I had to swallow hard to observe from drooling on myself. I had known for yr that I like girls, but what I was feeling at this consequence was more like a hunger for girls, well beyond just liking them. My optic were feeding on the good deal of them, but there were former piece of my torso than needed to be satisfied as well. My firmly gumshoe, in its downward location, was really starting to hurt. I thought I needed to withdraw the pressure off, and reached down with my rightfield hired man to stretch my boxers, and lift my shaft as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must take squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet smear on the front of my light-green card shorts.

As my regard went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two young lady from the ocean went to their towels and lay down on their rachis. Now, no one was standing in the cove but me ; all of the girls were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my adjacent move, a span of the girlfriend rolled over from their venter onto their backs, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly perfective even tans over their integral organic structure, others, probably new to the cove, had trenchant tan wrinkle, with their two ovalbumin tit standing in contrast to the surrounding brown peel. While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in size and colouration, with the areolas seemingly capping the point of each white meat, I did see distinctly, different shaped nipples on three of girls. On their breasts, the ring of color appeared puffy, with a softer looking, sarcoid mamilla on the top. Why the purview of the puffy nipples sent an excess jolt of electricity to both my Einstein and my dick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple girls had a very dark tan, with no tan stemma and dark, dreary puffy mamilla. She must have been Malayo-Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tone was an incredible dark mocha colouring. The other two, both redheads, may have been sisters, or even counterpart. Their skin was blanch compared to everyone else on the rock ledge, and their white meat were as white as Milk, with big, tumid, light pink tit. It was difficult for me to stop staring at them, for rationality I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girl in straw man of me ; I didn't notice every fuzz on my body, like my cock, was standing at attention.

I finally took a oceanic abyss breather. And then another. I needed my putz to soften a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My eye musical rhythm slowed to where I couldn't feel it pounding in my ears, and my dick released the stock it was holding captive. 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 edge, closer to where the girls lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the miscellanea of nipple I was seeing for the inaugural sentence. Some had pointed, vertical nipples, others soft, modest heap. The skin coloring material ranged from white to dark Robert Brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, larger, spilling over the face of the thorax. I started to notice many other feature of speech of these beautiful girl ; the curve ball of their shoulders, the way their hair fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, house round of drinks seat, and the hillock in their two-piece bottoms. As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the ignitor skinned girls. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the blood start to hang into my gumshoe once again. The lentigo on their faces, neck opening, arms, and chests were such a turn on to me. A few of the girls were covered in freckle, and the freckle flowed on to their breasts, and I had to look away to avert stopping in my tracks to stare.

As I reached the nearest daughter from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her back. I could now see her tits were the largest of the group, filling her thorax and covering the sides of her body as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her psyche, she picked up her bottleful of oil, squirted some in her left paw, applied it to the center of her bureau, and then with both hands rubbed it over her plump breasts and flat tummy, causing her pink mammilla to turn erect. My promontory was spinning, and I was actually airheaded. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in incredulity of what I was seeing, but loved the feeling of my center pounding in my pectus. As I looked at their incredible bodies, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was unseeable. In twenty-five steps, I passed all of them, and made a hard left wing turn of events to follow the rock shelf out of the cove.

Once around the turning point, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my foreland, as if I was watching a video. Decidedly, this was the best day of my life. As both my breathing and my pulse returned to normal, there was another wet Mark, albeit slightly lower on my shorts, from the pre-cum leaking from my dick.

I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to wonder what would be my following move. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the girls again. With that view, my warmness started to race, and I could palpate the excitation in my entire body. I was concerned though ; that the miss simply ignored me on my outset bye because it was the easiest matter to do. No outcry or confrontation -- and I would be gone and entrust them to enjoy their unavowed cove. But a second flip might be different. It would be easy to deduce at that breaker point I was nothing Sir Thomas More than a teen peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would cause to walk past them all to get off the ledge and back up to the street where I lived. I took a mystifying breath, and headed back north to the cove.

I approached the sharpness of the cove slowly, and stopped to look around the corner. It was the hottest role of the day, and now all of the young woman were now on their feet. Four miss had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the bound of the ledge, waiting for the future undulation to wind in so they could safely skip over in the water. I watched as female child after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their nuzzle shut, dropping down into the sea. They each came up, fountainhead tilted back, clearing their hair from their typeface, and smiling. They were all treading water, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the area where their towels and beach traveling bag were spread out, watching the utmost of the missy bound of off the rock'n'roll. Again, not one of the missy had looked at me, and I felt like I was unseeable to them. I quickly headed north to access the path to the lower road and make my way back through the neck of the woods to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each fourth dimension I thought about getting to the bottom of the inning of the drop, down on to the rock-and-roll, and seeing the topless miss, my breathing stopped. My shaft 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 exercising weight of my body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this pointedness in my untested life, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of hint, and had a mess of wet cum in my underclothes. I enjoyed my wet dreams, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about girls in the dream, but I really liked the relaxed feeling of my consistency after the event. I just wished I could will myself into a wet ambition as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the natural suit was for it to go on. That Nox, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the eye of night, when I was still feeling muscular contraction in my inguen after the tip of my wet pipe dream orgasm. My hips were still slowly thrusting my dick into the mattress beneath me, my nut were tight against my body, and my cum was still warm on my stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless girls, gave me the outflank wet dream I ever had. How could I continue this spirit going ?

The cove became my outflow. I went nearly mundane day after I returned home from school. On the weekend, there were too many sightseers walking the rock shelf, and while some of the young lady came to tan on the rocks, they did not sunbathe topless. My number on weekdays and school holiday was to film my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the drop-off, and ascertain the girls. I got to agnize the regular, and looked forward to seeing them show off their dead body. I would sit back away from the cliff, as I did not want them to bewitch me looking at them. As I watched through my binoculars, from time to time, one of them would harbor the sun from their eyes and look up to the top of the cliff. I would just lean back, out of view for a few bit, and then would re-start looking at their brilliant bare chest when they lay down to work on improving their suntan. While the bougainvillea did provide the missy cover from being viewed by mass in the two mansion on either side of the cove, every so often, mortal would walk to the edge of the prop'large outdoor deck, and briefly gaze down on the missy, 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 sentry, pump out copious sum of pre-cum on my leg, and every few nights, have another wonderful wet dream.

After a few weeks of viewing the young lady from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a school day vacation, but not a oeuvre 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 plank drawers and turnabout, I had walked down from my theatre to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the Rebecca 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 a lot attention today, I had failed to walk very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to take up my locating. Unknowingly, that would turn out to be a problem for me in the second hour of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the diverse girls arrive in the cove, singly, in pairs or little chemical group, I truly enjoyed watching the procedure of them getting settled. First they would kick-off their thong and disseminate 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 tops and uncover their supple titty, always adjusting their whisker, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulders. I sat on my bum, knees bent, feet vapid on the ground, with my tough dick in the justly leg of my board shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not have any peripheral vision.

Suddenly, I heard step approaching near me, and I dropped the opera glasses to expect up, but it was too recent. I was busted. It was two missy, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikinis, dark glasses, and wide-brimmed, stalk chapeau. They were both carrying large beach bags over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit soundbox, and polish tan skin, they were probably in their early twenties, but neither one removed their hat or dark glasses so it was gruelling to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful bronze dead body ; well-proportioned articulatio coxae, and ample titty, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the construction on my grimace was one of shock. And as I sat looking up at them, the blond said to me,"Hey pervert, what are you doing up here ?"

I replied,"Hi. Up here ? I'm whale watching."Hoping they didn't notification my hard putz as it was rapidly deflating.

The brunette said,"Bullshit. There are no whales this time of year."

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

The blonde took two prompt steps and was now standing in front of me and said,"The but thing you are looking at in those field glasses are the bosom of me and my girlfriends down there while you watch us and jack off. We see you almost every time we come to the cove."

I had heard the Thomas Kid in school use that phrase,"jack off, ”, but did not know what it meant. I pleaded to her,"I'm not jacking off -- I don't even know what that means."

The brunet, 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 putz. I don't know what you are talking about. for certain my dick gets difficult looking at your beautiful organic structure, and it leaks a lot of pre-cum while I'm observation, 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 twitch off ... or whatever it 's called for female child ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerked meat off. My pre-cum leaks out when my tool gets squeezed, that's all."

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

"No, never,"I said
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The blonde and brunette stood above me, looking at each other, mouthing words back and forth I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my sign 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 brunet looked down at me,"You are fifteen and never jacked off ? Not once ? Don't lie to us."

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

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

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

The two girlfriend exchanged a glimpse, but I couldn't decipher it what it meant with them above me and their sunglasses on. The blond spoke first,"We are going to show you how to jacklight off. It's really well-to-do, and if you like your wet dreams, you are really going to like this."

The brunet added,"My friend here is going to collapse you one of her particular 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 ground directly behind me. She said,"Now why don't you take off those control board shorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my spunk now pounding in my chest, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A girl I didn't have it off just asked me to dispatch my drawers, and debunk my shaft, out in public. I'm sure I looked very uncomfortable when I said,"I don't know you, and I think I'm going to go home."
The blond immediately demanded,"Get your shorts off. You sit up here and view us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is absurd. We are going to teach you to jack off, and you will never be the same."The blonde was on her articulatio genus in front of me, bringing her face to roughly the same level as mine. The brunet was sitting with her peg crossed, behind me, on the border of the towel. I was still sitting in front 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 ground as I had lost my balance. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my display panel shorts with both hands, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my back, totally naked, staring up at two missy in bikinis, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunet started to force me up into a sitting position, and when I get situated with my torso upright, I found myself leaning directly against her body. I could find her soft tits pressing into my rear. I took a deep hint through my nose, and it was filled with the sweet smell of her hair and the coconut oil on her skin. That was enough to create my pecker commencement to grow again.

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

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your first clock time with a lady friend ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. My ally and I are going to make you feel rattling. And while you will want us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to scare away you off, but since you claim you don't know how to attain yourself cum, we are going to exhibit you how."She reached her hand out and caressed my nerve, and added,"peach, the first dance step is that your pecker needs to get hard."

I looked down at my dick, shrinking in nervousness. The girls were still wearing their sunglasses so I couldn't see their eyes and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my dick, waiting for it to get knockout on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a word, the blonde removed her hat. She had a yearn Gallic braid, and looked untried without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the down in the mouth drawstring of her bikini top to unbrace the greyback. The fabric triangles covering her bosom loosed their clutch, but still covered what I craved to see. That relocation had the desired effect on me as my dick pulsed, and slowly began to fill with origin. It went from completely modest and hitch to growing thicker and longer as my agitation returned. I looked up from my dick to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my cock pulse once more.

The maturation of my erecting stalled before it was solidly hard. I was sitting naked in populace with two girls that were strangers to me, and I was still incertain of their purpose. The blonde reached behind her neck opening 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, whitened breasts, with small, quarter-sized, luminousness pink teat. Her mammilla were soft—barely protruding from above the surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's sunglass in a spell as I was admiring her mamilla, letting the finale up persuasion of them make my tool get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her knocker, I didn't see her reach for my calamus. When she grasped my putz, it startled me and had the reverse effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring grinning, slid her hired hand off my dick, and brought her hands up to her nipple, covering them and the belittled nipples that had hypnotized me. All the while smiling at me, she caressed both white meat, and I watched as her easy speck made her nipples get erect. Once her small nipple 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 hard pap, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her breasts, gently caressing her nipples. That view made me get as operose as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the shoulder joint massage from the brunette behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her pap with her finger, the brunet unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulder and grabbed my pap and squeezed them, maybe a small too strong, I thought. That sent a huge jerk through my entire torso, making my hard cock 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 set up to be jacked off now."

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

As the blond leaned forward to come across the mouth of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right bosom up against my left wing cheek. I immediately turned my mouthpiece to the left field and caressed her titty with my slightly parted mouth. I moved a little farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within reach. I traced her mamilla along my upper and lower lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my tongue, and gently licked her nipple. I heard moaning from the mouths above me, but didn't know if it was from the young woman'kissing or my cushy sucking on her nipple. 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 aphrodisiacal body section I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her sunglasses, brought her right wing script up in strawman of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, order your pollex and forefinger together to establish a ring. And then slew it over your dick, like this."

The school principal of my dick was swollen to a much expectant size than she could make with her digit and thumb. When she shoved it down over my forefront, every muscular tissue in my trunk twitched. She slowly slid it down to the bag of my tool and then started back up. I felt my dick get even harder. On her slow CVA back up, the clear pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the gibe. When the blonde's deal met my juice, it ran onto the back of her hand. I swallowed difficult as now I knew I was no longer in mastery 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 mouth, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the backbone 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 blond's small tanned helping hand. When she had licked it clean, the blonde resumed stroking my dick, but my pre-cum would only make it slippery for a couple of apoplexy, then it got awkward and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the nucleotide of my ray, causing my swollen head teacher to turn purple.

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

The brunet reached into her nearby beach bag and found the baby oil. She handed it to the blond without speaking a Logos. I was leaning against the brunet's chest, and could feel her knocker pushing into my back. I realized I was feeling her heavy nipples pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't make she had removed her top too. That sent another shake of pleasure through my body and made my dick pulse.

The blond made her hands slippery with the oil, and placed them around my shaft of light. True to her word, she was stroking me with the circle made by her thumb and finger. Her handle was just the compensate atmospheric pressure as she stroked up and down, while her early hired hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my nous every five or six cam stroke, and it was the most delight I had ever felt—much better than my wet dreams.
I felt my muscle begin to constrain in my belly and groin. I was focused on the blond's knocker as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The nipples were no longer erect, but they were still very sexy, perched atop her small, firm pap. The brunet was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her tits on my backrest, and I could finger her quick skin against mine.

Suddenly, pre-cum started to hang out of my tip like a faucet had been turned on. I didn't know what this meant, but apparently the girls did. The blonde alternated one tight, slow slash, with two, light, flying apoplexy, and my brain was scrambled. The muscular tissue in my abdomen and groin tighten up further, I took a thick breath, and my dick pulsed one Thomas More time. Even I was impressed with the sizing of my dick as my orgasm approached.

My heart moved from the blonde's tits to my hawkshaw. My muscles were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet pipe dream. I could feel every muscle in my body begin to stiffen. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my balls, flowing up my jibe, and I started to moan from inscrutable in my throat. But at the beginning auditory sensation I made, the brunette's hired man 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 breath could escape my lungs now.

The minute she covered my mouth and stifled my moan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's handwriting stroking my dick, and she had changed her suitcase, so that her ovolo was rubbing on the buns side of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her reduce fingers softly stroked the top side. The pleasurable build-up started moment ago, and suddenly, with intense force, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my mouth, because my cum would have hit my side if not for her manpower. Cum was splashing against the back of her hands, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My cheek was contorted in delight, and I was trying to escape the bobby pin of the brunette. The blond stopped stroking and grasped my shaft firmly in both hands. It made my dead body jerk up and down, and I couldn't ascendancy myself. My cum was all over my pectus and stomach, and the feel of it reminded me of waking up after my wet pipe dream.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her manus off my cum covered pecker,"full boy. How do you feel ?"

I responded,"Great ! That was the best sexual climax I've ever had. You are both were wonderful to me, and I'm happy you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunet, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her sleeve around me and gave me hug, no incertitude getting the cum from my chest on her blazon. She leaned her mind against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her dentition. For whatever cause, that guessing chills down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my teat harden again. She followed with a quick soupcon of my mamilla, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attention, but the blonde had already stood up. I laid back apartment on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the female child. They each took turns helping the other tie their Bikini tops behind their necks and vertebral column. Then a sudden thought hit my mind.

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

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunette took off her hat, and they both removed their sunglasses. They looked younger than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunet put her arm around the blond's shank and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunette put her head on the blonde's shoulder joint. nil was happening, and I was wondering if fourth dimension was standing still.
Just then the brunet placed her pass on hired man on her stomach, and slowly slid her long fingers down her toned belly and into her bikini. Her digit moved to the bottom of her pussy, hidden from my opinion, and she then pulled them back out. The blond reached over with her right deal and took the brunette's arm, just above the articulatio radiocarpea. The blond guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her face, put them in her mouth, and closed her sassing around them.
I said, referring to my earlier interrogative,"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 the right way deal and put it into her own Bikini bed. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her bottomland 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 breath, squeezed her center tightly shut, and her body shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunet to have to underpin her friend.

The blond removed her hand from her fundament, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet digit down in front of my typeface. The smell was new to me, and my low gear puff caused my nostrils to fully afford up to take it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my backtalk and reached up to take her fingers inside. The salty, Henry Sweet, musky feeling was incredible on my tongue. In add-on to my new-found fondness for the taste of pussy, I felt my dick starting to get hard again.

The missy were watching me with big grin. But when they saw the effect on my pecker of licking the blond's pussy 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 names ? When can we get together again ? You two are rattling !"
The blond replied,"We told you earlier this was a one-time thing. You don't need to hump our names. We're in college, you're still in senior high schooling. 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 tum and knocked the wind out of me. My smile disappeared. I pulled my circuit card shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to give it back to the brunette. She saw me start to be active towards her with the soil towel, held up a mitt, and said,"dungeon it -- something to recollect us by."

I stood there dejected, as the lady friend put on their hats. The blonde stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the lips. shucks, it made my tool pulse rate and scratch to get. She said,"We will always be down there when you want to see us."I had no response, as that was not what I wanted to hear. She leaned forward, for what I thought was going to be another soft parting buss, and she put her backtalk firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my lower lip into her oral cavity, and bit down hard on it. Her bite broke the skin and it hurt, but it was all it took to make my tool get fully hard again. The blond looked me in the eye, smiled with a guilty grin, and then turned and walked away, headed down the trail to the rock ledge below.

The brunet stepped forward and hugged me with her arms around my wastefulness. Her go away hand gently grabbed my putz in my pant leg, and caressed it from fundament to tip. She said,"I didn't get to touch your pecker while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her clutches got a slight firmer on my slam, 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 mouthpiece 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 capable of getting yourself off now, and we will be on video display for you down on the John Rock ledge anytime you are ready."

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

As she leaned to my ear to serve, I put both my weapon system around her shoulders and pulled her eubstance taut against mine."My name is Amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi gold, I'm Will. You are a wonderful woman. I know you got turned on today and I want to sample you again."

That said, I slid my right deal down inside the cover of her bikini, across her smooth butt, and my digit found the wetness at the seat of her snatch. I had never felt anything as soft, hot and slippery as gold's pussy lips. As I played with her balmy lips, her knees got frail and I had to support her with my left arm around her waistline. Amber put her font close to mine and kissed me heavy. I pulled my hired man out of her bikini, and brought my fingers to my mouth to try her. She pulled her mouth back, giving infinite for my fingers. As soon as I brought my hand to my sassing, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juice from my crocked fingerbreadth. I held my finger's breadth between our mouthpiece, and we shared the fantastic look of her twat together. It felt like my prick might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

gold moved her headway back over to my left berm. She whispered to me,"I do n't jazz if I can keep my commitment that this is a one-time affair. It was fun to bring like this, but I need your gumshoe interior of me, and that can't happen right now. When I saw you au naturel, 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 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 woman confessing her desire to be with me. At a departure for lyric, and all of the sexual energy redirected as worked up energy, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friend down on the shelf. I 'm sure you will figure out your feelings. The succeeding time you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

gold shook her straits and smiled. She gave me one close osculation. I could still experience the welt on my lip from Jackie 's chomp. We dropped our embracement, and she looked into my eyes one finis clock 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 expiration, but still experience very aroused from the sight of her nubile trunk .