The Cove ( 0 )


First-Time
Chapter One

Our class had moved to a house just three blocks off of the Pacific Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the boundary of a cliff overlooking the water. Below the cliff was a wide, tranquil, rock ledge, facing due West, that when the ocean was tranquillise, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local anesthetic university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 feet wide at its widest level. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it hard for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable length, to see down to the rock-and-roll ledge below. Thus it was a very common soldier cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular access to the weewee's boundary. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed automobile to park along the American Stock Exchange, where it was a short circuit walk down an wanton sloping trail to get on the ledge, and then it was about a 15 minute stroll Dixie to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to explore the region, and found the steep and narrow trail that led down to the rock ledge below. My surroundings were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would lead. On my second gear day in the region, standing atop the drop-off, maybe three stories above the rock shelf below, I noticed about a dozen people down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly get word medicine from a portable radio receiver well below my vantage percentage point. There was a very narrow crevasse in the rock music ledge, about 10 feet across and 30 metrical unit in length, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a aristocratic undulation to reverse them up where they could snaffle onto a handhold highschool on the Rock, and plagiarize themselves out of the water. I didn't really notice much Thomas More than that, not paying close tending to the people below me, I was focused on the trail and how to navigate it down to the rock ledge.

The lead was outrageous, with berth that each fundament needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, lean and mesomorphic from playing sportsman in school, physical exertion was not an issue. In my new surround, was easygoing getting used to wearing zilch but my board short circuit, but walking in flip-flops, on a immerse, declivitous trail, caused me to focus on the next footstep, and not thinking about what I would witness at the end of my journeying. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the closed end of the cove, providing an open opinion of to the west. The sun was luxuriously, and there were no phantom to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two matter became manifest, there was not a male in mathematical group that lay on the sway, and every girl was topless.

At 18 years old, I had not seen a naked cleaning woman in the flesh. I had kissed a few female child in my high school class, but never got farther than heavy caressing over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular woman's swimwear at this time was a cosmic string bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the thin string across the rear. I was not wearing sunglasses, 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 stomach or back, or sitting up facing the water. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to accept, and I felt a slight protrusion in my board shorts, the sort that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two female child in the water below, But when a beneficial sized waving lifted them up, they grabbed a clasp of the rock ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the surface, and stood up. They were dripping with the lovesome sea water, and both tilted their heads back to let their long pilus drop cloth behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their heads to gather all of it up and wring the pee out. They were topless, with no tan credit line, and their nipples were much darker brown than their skin. My virgin eyes were singularly focused on those brownness nipples, perfectly round, erect from the light wind brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their lowly, unwaveringly breasts. I stood in awe, my bosom pounding in my chest. Not being able to inspire, I felt my hawkshaw grow fast and hard, pointed down the right 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 act to get away. Frozen, both because of the scene of nearly nude, young women before me, grander than my savage fancy at the time, and also because my putz was so laborious, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an abnormal positioning, I couldn't take a step.

My brain was on overburden, and I wished this very minute of my life history would never end. The two girls from the water were wringing-out their farseeing, dark hair, laughing with big white smile at whatever one of them had said to the early. I openly stared at their run, tanned bodies, au naturel breasts, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swimming. Their wet bikini seat were clinging tightly to their shapely butts and pussies. I had to swallow hard to keep on from drooling on myself. I had known for old age that I like girls, but what I was feeling at this bit was more like a thirstiness for girls, well beyond just liking them. My eyes were feeding on the hatful of them, but there were early role of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard dick, in its downwards position, was really starting to hurt. I thought I needed to take the pressure off, and reached down with my right wing hand to stretch along my shorts, and elevate my hawkshaw 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 front of my green circuit board 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 back. 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 future move, a couple of the girls rolled over from their abdomen onto their cover, exposing their knocker to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly perfect even burn over their entire bodies, others, probably new to the cove, had trenchant tan lines, with their two bloodless breasts standing in demarcation to the surrounding brown hide. While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in size of it and people of colour, with the areola seemingly capping the point of each tit, I did see distinctly, unlike shaped nipples on three of girls. On their breasts, the ring of color appeared puffy, with a softer looking, fleshy nipple on the top. Why the purview of the puffy nipples sent an extra jar of electricity to both my mastermind and my hawkshaw, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple girls had a very benighted tan, with no tan lines and darkness, dark puffy nipples. She must have been Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tone was an incredible shadow mocha coffee color. The other two, both redheaded woodpecker, may have been Sister, or even twins. Their peel was sick compared to everyone else on the rock shelf, and their titty were as egg white as Milk, with big, puffy, lightheaded pink nipples. It was difficult for me to stop staring at them, for understanding I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girls in movement of me ; I didn't notice every hairsbreadth on my eubstance, like my tool, was standing at attention.

I finally took a oceanic abyss breath. And then another. I needed my peter to damp a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My warmness cadence slowed to where I couldn't feel it pounding in my spike, and my cock released the roue it was holding enwrapped. Now that I thought I could take the air, it was fourth dimension to cipher out where to go. The most incredible conniption I had ever witnessed was laid out before me in the cove. I began walking along the S edge, closer to where the girls lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the variety of tits I was seeing for the beginning fourth dimension. Some had pointed, erect nipples, others soft, small knoll. The skin colors ranged from lily-white to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, larger, spilling over the sides of the pectus. I started to notice many other features of these beautiful girls ; the curve of their shoulders, the way their hair fell on their faces, the finger cymbals protruding at the hips, house round can, and the heap in their bikini bottoms. As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckle on some of the igniter skinned girls. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the blood start to menstruate into my dick once again. The lentigo on their faces, necks, weaponry, and chests were such a routine on to me. A few of the girls were covered in freckle, and the freckles flowed on to their breasts, and I had to search away to quash fillet in my tracks to stare.

As I reached the nearest girl from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her vertebral column. I could now see her tits were the largest of the grouping, filling her chest and covering the slope of her organic structure as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her chief, she picked up her bottleful of oil, squirted some in her leave behind handwriting, applied it to the core of her dresser, and then with both hands rubbed it over her plump titty and two-dimensional stomach, causing her pink mammilla to become erect. My headland was spinning, and I was actually airheaded. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in disbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the notion of my fondness buffeting in my chest. As I looked at their incredible dead body, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was unseeable. In twenty-five tone, I passed all of them, and made a hard left wing turn to follow the rock shelf out of the cove.

Once around the recess, I stopped, closed my eye, and everything I had just seen played back in my head teacher, as if I was watching a television. Decidedly, this was the effective day of my life. As both my breathing and my heart rate returned to normal, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly lower on my 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 question what would be my next move. I began to take in there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the fille again. With that thought, my heart and soul started to race, and I could feel the turmoil in my full body. I was concerned though ; that the young lady simply ignored me on my showtime laissez passer because it was the well-situated thing to do. No outcry or opposition -- and I would be gone and leave them to enjoy their privy cove. But a mo pass might be unlike. It would be easy to infer at that point I was nothing More than a teenage peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no option and would induce to walk past them all to get off the ledge and back up to the street where I lived. I took a cryptic breath, and headed back magnetic north to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to search around the corner. It was the blistering office of the day, and now all of the female child were now on their animal foot. Four daughter had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the edge of the ledge, waiting for the side by side moving ridge to revolve in so they could safely jump in the water. I watched as girl after missy jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their nose shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, head tilted back, clearing their tomentum from their grimace, and smiling. They were all step water supply, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the area where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the lastly of the girlfriend leap of off the rocks. Again, not one of the girls had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed north to access the path to the lower route and make my way back through the region to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, vividly trying to live over my experience earlier that day. Each sentence I thought about getting to the bottom of the cliff, down on to the rock-and-roll, and seeing the topless 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 tummy, my dick compressed by the weight of my body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this spot in my new 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 jam of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet dreams, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about girls in the ambition, but I really liked the relaxed touch sensation of my body after the outcome. 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 happen. That dark, I fell asleep on my tummy, and awoke in the midsection of night, when I was still feeling contractions in my mole after the bloom of my wet aspiration orgasm. My rosehip were still slowly thrusting my dick into the mattress beneath me, my orb were tight against my body, and my cum was still lovesome on my stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless girls, gave me the secure wet dream I ever had. How could I keep this spirit going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly casual day after I returned household from school. On the weekend, there were too many sightseer walking the stone ledge, and while some of the girl came to tan on the rocks, they did not sunbathe topless. My procedure on weekdays and school day holiday was to take my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and observe the girls. I got to discern the regulars, and looked forward to seeing them show off their soundbox. I would sit back away from the cliff, as I did not want them to catch me looking at them. As I watched through my field glasses, from time to time, one of them would shield the sun from their eyes and appear up to the top of the drop-off. I would just lean back, out of sight for a few minute, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare breasts when they lay down to work on improving their burn. While the bougainvillea did provide the girls cover from being viewed by people in the two houses on either side of meat of the cove, every so often, someone would take the air to the boundary of the belongings'large outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to expose to the world. I was doing just the Sami, albeit with a little Thomas More frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my watch, 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 little girl from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a school day vacation, but not a work holiday. From my by 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 control panel drawers and turnabout, I had walked down from my mansion to the drop. I had always sat somewhere well off to the Rebecca 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 take the air very far from the track into the bougainvillea to learn up my position. Unknowingly, that would turn out to be a problem for me in the irregular time of day of my ticker.

As I sat gazing at the various girls arrive in the cove, singly, in pairs or modest groups, I truly enjoyed watching the summons of them getting settled. kickoff they would kick-off their change of mind and spread out their beach towel, some placing a folded towel on the rocks to use as a pillow. Then they would skin off their bathing lawsuit cover-ups or T-shirts. Lastly, they would untie their bowed stringed instrument bikini whirligig and bring out their lithesome breasts, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their articulatio humeri. I sat on my butt, knee joint bent, pes flatcar on the ground, with my hard cock in the flop leg of my board shorts. Since I was looking through the opera glasses, I did not have any peripheral visual sense.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the opera glasses to look up, but it was too later. I was busted. It was two young lady, a blond and a brunette, wearing bikinis, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, straw hats. They were both carrying with child beach handbag over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit torso, and smooth tan skin, they were probably in their too soon twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was operose to recount. Each one of them had a beautiful tanned physical structure ; well-proportioned coxa, and ample 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 jounce. And as I sat looking up at them, the blonde said to me,"Hey degenerate, what are you doing up here ?"

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

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

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

The blonde took two warm stair and was now standing in front line of me and said,"The only if thing you are looking at in those binoculars are the tits of me and my girl down there while you watch us and jack up off. We see you almost every fourth dimension we come to the cove."

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

The brunette, stepping closer to me, intervened,"Bullshit, deviant. You sit up here all day stroking your pecker to our tits. We're not stupid."

Now I pleaded with both of them,"I have never stroked my prick. I don't know what you are talking about. for certain my pecker gets severe looking at your beautiful bodies, and it leaks a lot of pre-cum while I'm watching, but I only cum when I have wet dreams."

"Whaaaaat ?"screamed the blond."You've never jerked yourself off ? How old are you ?"

How old you ? Do you jerk off ... or whatever it 's called for daughter ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerk off. My pre-cum news leak 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 blonde and brunette stood above me, looking at each early, mouthing Christian 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 brunet 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 blonde, looking at me sitting on the terra firma, said,"That wet fleck from your pre-cum is pretty far down your shorts. read us your dick. We want to see how big it is."

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

The two miss exchanged a coup d'oeil, 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 comfortable, and if you like your wet aspiration, you are really going to like this."

The brunet added,"My admirer here is going to give you one of her limited 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 board boxers and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my heart now pounding in my chest, my pharynx dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A young lady I didn't know just asked me to remove my pants, and divulge my dick, out in public. I'm for sure 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 short off. You sit up here and watch us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is ridiculous. We are going to teach you to jack off, and you will never be the same."The blonde was on her human knee in presence of me, bringing her facial expression to roughly the Sami level as mine. The brunet was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the edge of the towel. I was still sitting in front line of the towel, and the brunette grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my infantry momentarily lifted off the undercoat as I had lost my balance. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my board shorts with both hands, and pulled them down to my mortise joint. I found myself lying on my rachis, totally naked, staring up at two female child in bikinis, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunet started to pluck me up into a sitting location, and when I get situated with my torso upright, I found myself leaning directly against her physical structure. I could find her soft bosom pressing into my back. I took a mysterious breath through my olfactory organ, and it was filled with the sweet smell of her tomentum and the coconut oil on her skin. That was decent to make my tool starting time to arise again.

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

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your get-go time with a little girl ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. My friend and I are going to make you feel rattling. And while you will need us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to fright you off, but since you claim you don't know how to make yourself cum, we are going to show you how."She reached her hand out and caress my cheek, and added,"beauty, the first step is that your dick needs to get hard."

I looked down at my pecker, shrinking in nervousness. The girls were still wearing their dark glasses so I couldn't see their eyes and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my prick, waiting for it to get hard on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a word, the blonde removed her hat. She had a recollective French tress, and looked new without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the lower cosmic string of her two-piece top to unbrace the knot. The fabric triangles covering her breasts loosed their grip, but still covered what I craved to see. That motility had the desired effect on me as my cock pulsed, and slowly began to satisfy with blood. It went from completely humble and limp to growing thicker and longer as my excitement returned. I looked up from my prick 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 hard. I was sitting naked in populace with two daughter that were strangers to me, and I was still unsure of their intentions. The blonde reached behind her neck and pulled on the top chain on her two-piece. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the string and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, white breasts, with pocket-sized, quarter-sized, calorie-free pink nipples. Her nipples 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 tit, letting the finale up scene of them do my shaft get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her nipple, I didn't see her reach for my dick. When she grasped my putz, it startled me and had the reverse effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a affectionate, reassuring grinning, slid her hands off my dick, and brought her hands up to her tits, covering them and the low nipples that had hypnotized me. All the spell smiling at me, she caressed both tit, and I watched as her piano touch made her nipples get put up. Once her minuscule mammilla 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 teat, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her breasts, gently caressing her mammilla. That eyeshot made me get as hard as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the berm massage from the brunette behind me. As the blond was pulling softly on her nipples with her finger, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my articulatio humeri and grabbed my pap and squeezed them, maybe a small too firmly, I thought. That sent a huge jolt through my entire physical structure, making my firmly dick impulse twice, and the unclutter, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the tool. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's ready to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to assemble the mouth of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right hand chest up against my left cheek. I immediately turned my sassing to the left and caressed her breast with my slightly parted sassing. I moved a slight farther toward her, and suddenly realized her teat was within compass. I traced her nipple 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 lady friend'kissing or my soft suck on her tit. Either way, it turned me on.

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

The head of my pecker was swollen to a much larger size than she could make with her finger and thumb. When she shoved it down over my head, every brawniness in my organic structure twitched. She slowly slid it down to the base of my cock and then started back up. I felt my pecker get even harder. On her boring stroke back up, the clear pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip again. It ran off the head, and started down the shaft. When the blonde's helping hand met my juice, it ran onto the back of her hand. I swallowed hard as now I knew I was no longer in dominance of my sens, the two little girl were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her mitt all the way off my dick and lifted it to her mouth, 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 juice. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's low tanned hired hand. When she had licked it neat, the blonde resumed stroking my dick, but my pre-cum would only establish 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 foot of my shaft, causing my vain head to change state purple.

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

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

The blond made her mitt slippery with the oil, and placed them around my shaft. True to her word, she was stroking me with the circle made by her pollex and finger. Her travelling bag was just the rectify pressure as she stroked up and down, while her other hand cupped my orchis, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my question every five or six strokes, and it was the most pleasure I had ever felt—much ripe than my wet dream.
I felt my muscles begin to tighten up in my tum and jetty. I was focused on the blonde's tits as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The nipples were no longer tumid, but they were still very sexy, rest atop her small, tauten teat. The brunette was caressing my pap, both fully erect. She was rubbing her breast on my vertebral column, and I could feel her warm peel against mine.

Suddenly, pre-cum started to flow out of my tip like a spigot had been turned on. I didn't know what this meant, but apparently the girls did. The blonde alternated one tight, sluggish stroke, with two, lightness, immobile cam stroke, and my brain was scrambled. The musculus in my abdomen and groin tighten advance, I took a deep breath, and my pecker pulsed one Thomas More fourth dimension. Even I was impressed with the size of my putz as my climax approached.

My eyes moved from the blonde's tits to my pecker. My musculus were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dreams. I could sense every musculus in my organic structure begin to tighten. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my clump, flowing up my shaft, and I started to moan from deep in my throat. But at the 1st speech sound I made, the brunet'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 place could escape my lungs now.

The moment she covered my mouth and stifled my moan, my coming started. I was looking at the blond's hand stroking my dick, and she had changed her grip, so that her thumb was rubbing on the bottom position of my lance, all the way up to the tip, and her thin finger's breadth softly stroked the top side. The pleasurable build-up started bit ago, and suddenly, with vivid forcefulness, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunet was still covering my mouth, because my cum would experience hit my face if not for her hands. Cum was splashing against the back of her hands, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to run the grip of the brunet. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my prick firmly in both workforce. It made my organic structure tweet up and down, and I couldn't control myself. My cum was all over my chest and tummy, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet dreaming.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her hands off my cum covered ray of light,"Good boy. How do you feel ?"

I responded,"Great ! That was the best orgasm I've ever had. You are both were terrific to me, and I'm felicitous you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunette, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her munition around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my chest on her weaponry. She leaned her foreland against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever reason, that guesswork thrill down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my nipple harden again. She followed with a quick taking into custody of my nipple, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid aid, 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 early tie their bikini crest behind their necks and book binding. Then a sudden view hit my mind.

Glancing up at them, I said,"You both made me feel incredible, did it turn 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 unseasoned than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunette put her arm around the blond's waist and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunette put her point on the blond's shoulder. aught was happening, and I was wondering if fourth dimension was standing still.
Just then the brunet placed her left hand on her breadbasket, and slowly slid her long fingerbreadth down her modulate belly and into her two-piece. Her fingerbreadth moved to the bottom of her pussy, hidden from my opinion, 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 fingers up to her face, put them in her mouth, and closed her mouth around them.
I said, referring to my earlier question,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunet was holding the blonde around her back, and their hips were pressed against each former. The blonde took her right manus and put it into her own Bikini hind end. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her buttocks and pulled her helping hand back out, the blond kept her hand in her bottoms, and it looked like she was rubbing her digit up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a quick breathing space, squeezed her center tightly shut, and her torso shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunet to possess to digest her friend.

The blond removed her hand from her hindquarters, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet fingers down in front of my face. The smell was new to me, and my first whiff caused my nostrils to fully open up to take it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my oral cavity and reached up to conduct her fingers inside. The salty, sweetness, musky flavor was incredible on my tongue. In addition to my new-found heart for the predilection of pussy, I felt my dick starting to get hard again.

The girls were watching me with big smiles. But when they saw the issue on my dick of licking the blonde's pussy juice off of her digit, they started to laugh, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that prick away. We had a great fourth dimension with you, but we have to go down below to get together our friends."
Even though they had already told me otherwise, I had to ask,"What are your gens ? When can we get together again ? You two are terrific !"
The blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a erstwhile thing. You don't need to bonk our public figure. We're in college, you're still in heights school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your perch and looking at us down below on the rock ledge. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. My smile disappeared. I pulled my plug-in shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to establish it back to the brunette. She saw me depart to move towards her with the begrime towel, held up a hired man, and said,"Keep it -- something to commend us by."

I stood there dejected, as the female child put on their chapeau. The blond stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the lips. Damn, it made my dick impulse and starting time to grow. She said,"We will always be down there when you want to see us."I had no reply, as that was not what I wanted to hear. She leaned forward, for what I thought was going to be another soft parting kiss, and she put her mouth firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my downcast lip into her mouthpiece, and bit down hard on it. Her chomp broke the hide and it hurt, but it was all it took to make my prick get fully hard again. The blonde looked me in the eye, smiled with a guilty grin, and then turned and walked away, headed down the lead to the rock shelf below.

The brunet stepped forward and hugged me with her arms around my barren. Her left script gently grabbed my shaft in my pant leg, and caressed it from base to tip. She said,"I didn't get to pertain your dick while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her clasp got a little firmer on my shaft, and again, my pre-cum made a wet spot on my shorts.

I said,"I would be well-chosen to give you a tour stroking my dick… I think I have recovered now."

The brunet's mouth was close to my ear, and she whispered,"I'm sorry, Jackie and I agreed to which one of us would stroke your prick, and it would only be a quondam thing. You are perfectly capable 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 girls were going to be true to their word : sometime, 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 munition around her shoulders and pulled her body miserly against mine."My figure is gold,"she said.
I replied,"Hi Amber, I'm Will. You are a fantastic womanhood. I know you got turned on today and I want to taste you again."

That said, I slid my redress hand down inside the backrest of her bikini, across her smooth butt, and my fingers found the wetness at the bottom of her pussy. I had never felt anything as delicate, hot and slippery as amber's pussy rim. As I played with her delicate rim, her stifle got rickety and I had to sustain her with my left arm around her waist. gold put her face finis to mine and kissed me hard. I pulled my hand out of her bikini, and brought my digit to my sassing to taste her. She pulled her sass back, giving outer space for my digit. As soon as I brought my hand to my sassing, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juices from my squiffy fingers. I held my fingers between our back talk, and we shared the wonderful flavor of her slit together. It felt like my dick might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

Amber moved her headspring back over to my left shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't bang if I can keep my commitment that this is a one-time affair. It was fun to work like this, but I need your dick inside of me, and that can't pass off 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 trouble for me. The way you smell, the way you taste, and how you feel, is what I am looking for in a collaborator. 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 adult female confessing her desire to be with me. At a loss for words, and all of the sexual energy redirected as emotional energy, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friends down on the ledge. I 'm surely you will figure out your feelings. The next sentence you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

gold shook her school principal and smiled. She gave me one last kiss. I could still find the welt on my lip from Jackie 's pungency. We dropped our embrace, and she looked into my eyes one last time, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

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