Chapter One

Our family had moved to a star sign just three pulley block off of the Pacific Ocean Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a track led downward to the border of a cliff overlooking the water system. Below the drop-off was a wide-eyed, smooth, rock ledge, facing due west, that when the ocean was equanimity, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the topical anaesthetic university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 substructure wide at its widest level. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it difficult for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable aloofness, to see down to the rock candy ledge below. Thus it was a very private cove. The walkway down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular accession to the body of water's edge. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed railroad car to park along the curb bit, where it was a short walk down an well-situated sloping trail to get on the ledge, and then it was about a 15 arcminute stroll south to hand the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new theater, I began to explore the neighborhood, and found the infuse and peg down trail that led down to the careen ledge below. My environment were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would lead. On my second day in the locality, standing atop the cliff, maybe three storey 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 get a line medicine from a portable radio well below my advantage point in time. There was a very contract crevasse in the sway ledge, about 10 foot across and 30 feet in duration, where two the great unwashed were floating in the ocean, waiting for a ennoble wave to lift them up where they could grab onto a handhold high gear on the rock, and lift themselves out of the water supply. I didn't really notice much to a greater extent than that, not paying close attending to the people below me, I was focused on the lead and how to navigate it down to the rock ledge.

The trail was unconscionable, with home that each foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, leaning and muscular from playing sport in schooling, physical sweat was not an outlet. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing nix but my board shorts, but walking in change of mind, on a immerse, downhill trail, caused me to focus on the next stride, and not thinking about what I would notice at the end of my journey. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the fill up end of the cove, providing an capable sight of to the Dame Rebecca West. The sun was high, and there were no trace to be found. As I gazed around at the prospect before me, two matter became patent, there was not a male in radical that lay on the rocks, and every girl was topless.

At 18 years old, I had not seen a naked woman in the flesh. I had kissed a few lady friend in my high school school class, but never got farther than heavy petting over their habiliment, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular charwoman's bathing costume at this time was a bowed stringed instrument bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the thin string across the back. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to confirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the young woman in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their stomach or back, or sitting up facing the piddle. Suddenly it seemed very unmanageable to swallow, and I felt a slight swelling in my card shortstop, the kind that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two girl in the water below, But when a good sized moving ridge 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 head teacher back to let their yearn hair free fall behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their heads to garner all of it up and wring the water out. They were topless, with no tan line of merchandise, and their teat were much darker brown than their skin. My Virgo the Virgin eyes were singularly focused on those brown nipples, perfectly round, erect from the light wind brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small, fast breasts. I stood in awe, my heart pounding in my breast. Not being able to inhale, I felt my dick grow fast and hard, pointed down the rightfield leg of my 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 be active to get away. Frozen, both because of the scene of nearly nude person, young women before me, sumptuous than my gaga illusion at the time, and also because my shaft was so surd, and uncomfortably pointed down my gasp leg in an unnatural position, I couldn't take a step.

My brain was on overload, and I wished this very instant of my sprightliness would never end. The two girls from the water system were wringing-out their foresightful, dark fuzz, laughing with big white grin at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their tip, suntanned torso, naked breasts, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet bikini bottoms were clinging tightly to their shapely fag and pussies. I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling on myself. I had known for years that I like little girl, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a hungriness for girls, well beyond just liking them. My heart were feeding on the sight of them, but there were other component part of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard dick, in its downwards lieu, was really starting to hurt. I thought I needed to take the pressure off, and reached down with my right hand to stretch my short, and pilfer my shaft 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 viridity circuit card shorts.

As my regard went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two miss 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 daughter were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my next move, a couple of the girls rolled over from their tummy 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 stallion bodies, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan note, with their two white breasts standing in contrast to the surrounding Brown hide. While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in sizing and color, with the areolas seemingly capping the point of each breast, I did see distinctly, unlike shaped pap on three of girls. On their white meat, the ring of color appeared puffy, with a lenient looking, sarcoid mamilla on the top. Why the opinion of the puffy nipples sent an extra jolt of electrical energy to both my psyche and my dick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple young lady had a very dingy tan, with no tan credit line and dark, dark puffy pap. She must have been Malayo-Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tone was an incredible dark mocha colouration. The former two, both redheads, may have been sisters, or even counterpart. Their skin was pale compared to everyone else on the sway shelf, and their titty were as snowy as Milk River, with big, intumescent, lightheaded pink mammilla. It was difficult for me to stop staring at them, for intellect I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the daughter in front of me ; I didn't notice every hair on my trunk, like my peter, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deep breath. And then another. I needed my cock to moderate a bit if I was going to take the air anywhere. My spunk beat slowed to where I couldn't feel it pounding in my ears, and my prick released the stemma it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could take the air, it was metre to figure 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 multifariousness of tits I was seeing for the number 1 sentence. Some had pointed, erect pap, others soft, small mounds. The skin colour ranged from Stanford White to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, big, spilling over the slope of the chest. I started to notice many other feature article of these beautiful little girl ; the bender of their shoulders, the way their hair fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, firm round butts, and the mound in their two-piece prat. As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the lentigo on some of the lighter skinned young woman. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the origin outset to run into my dick once again. The freckle on their faces, necks, limb, and chest were such a turn on to me. A few of the girls were covered in freckles, and the freckles flowed on to their titty, and I had to look away to avoid stopping in my data track to stare.

As I reached the nearest little girl from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her spine. I could now see her tits were the largest of the group, filling her chest and covering the sides of her body as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her head, she picked up her bottleful of oil, squirted some in her left hired hand, applied it to the center of her chest, and then with both bridge player rubbed it over her plump breasts and flat tum, causing her garden pink pap to turn erect. My head was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from little girl to girl, in mental rejection of what I was seeing, but loved the feeling of my kernel throbbing in my pectus. As I looked at their incredible bodies, not one of them met my regard. It was like I was invisible. In twenty-five gradation, I passed all of them, and made a firmly left turn to surveil the rock ledge out of the cove.

Once around the box, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my header, as if I was watching a telecasting. Decidedly, this was the best day of my lifetime. As both my breathing and my heartbeat returned to rule, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly lower on my shortstop, 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 succeeding move. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the drop without passing the girls again. With that intellection, my heart started to airstream, and I could feel the fervour in my entire eubstance. I was concerned though ; that the girls simply ignored me on my low passing because it was the easiest matter to do. No outcry or encounter -- and I would be gone and result them to delight their secret cove. But a second pass might be unlike. It would be easy to infer at that point I was nothing more than a adolescent peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no alternative and would have to take the air past them all to get off the shelf and back up to the street where I lived. I took a deep hint, and headed back north to the cove.

I approached the boundary of the cove slowly, and stopped to front around the street corner. It was the hot component part of the day, and now all of the miss were now on their feet. Four young lady had already jumped in to the sea, and the remaining seven were standing at the edge of the shelf, waiting for the side by side waving to roll in so they could safely jump in the weewee. I watched as little girl after young woman jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their wind shut, dropping down into the sea. They each came up, drumhead tilted back, clearing their pilus from their brass, and smiling. They were all treading water, bouncing up and down with each Wave. I approached the area where their towels and beach base were spread out, watching the terminal of the girls leap of off the rock. Again, not one of the girls had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed due north to access the path to the lower road and make my way back through the locality to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my centre closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each sentence I thought about getting to the bottom of the drop, down on to the rocks, and seeing the braless girl, my breathing stopped. My dick was hard as a two-by-four, and I smiled now that I understood what getting a"woody"meant. I rolled over, lying on my stomach, my prick compressed by the system of weights of my body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this percentage point in my Brigham Young life, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of intimation, and had a mess of wet cum in my underclothes. I enjoyed my wet pipe dream, vaguely recalling some of the illusion about daughter in the dream, but I really liked the unwind feeling of my soundbox after the effect. I just wished I could will myself into a wet dream as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the innate cause was for it to fall out. That Nox, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the middle of night, when I was still feeling contractions in my groin after the peak of my wet dream orgasm. My hips were still slowly thrusting my peter into the mattress beneath me, my musket ball were tight against my torso, and my cum was still warm on my tum. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless girls, gave me the better wet dream I ever had. How could I keep this feeling going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly unremarkable day after I returned home from schooltime. On the weekend, there were too many tripper walking the rock ledge, and while some of the young woman came to tan on the rocks, they did not sun topless. My routine on weekdays and school day holidays was to take my opera glasses and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and watch the lady friend. I got to recognize the regulars, and looked forward to seeing them show off their bodies. I would sit back away from the drop-off, as I did not require them to overhear me looking at them. As I watched through my binoculars, from metre to sentence, one of them would screen the sun from their eyes and look up to the top of the drop-off. I would just run back, out of view for a few minutes, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare breast when they lay down to work on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did allow for the girls cover from being viewed by people in the two houses on either English of the cove, every so often, individual would walk to the boundary of the attribute'large outdoor deck, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to unwrap to the cosmos. I was doing just the Saami, albeit with a little more frequency. I would get a rock-hard hard-on during my ticker, pump out copious amount of pre-cum on my leg, and every few Night, have another marvellous wet dream.

After a few weeks of viewing the girls from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a shoal holiday, but not a oeuvre vacation. From my past experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of girls on the rocks that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my board drawers and reversal, I had walked down from my menage 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 venture down. Without paying lots attention today, I had failed to walk very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to withdraw up my stead. Unknowingly, that would deform out to be a trouble for me in the mo hour of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the assorted girls arrive in the cove, singly, in pairs or small grouping, I truly relish watching the cognitive operation of them getting settled. kickoff they would kick-off their flip-flop and open out their beach towel, some placing a fold towel on the rocks to use as a pillow. Then they would uncase off their bathing suit cover-ups or T-shirts. Lastly, they would untie their chain bikini acme and expose their supple tit, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their berm. I sat on my stub, articulatio genus bent, feet flat on the dry land, with my hard hawkshaw in the flop leg of my instrument panel shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not take any peripheral device visual sense.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the field glasses to look up, but it was too deep. I was busted. It was two young lady, a blond and a brunet, wearing Bikini, dark glasses, and wide-brimmed, straw chapeau. They were both carrying large beach bags over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit organic structure, and placid tan tegument, they were probably in their other twenties, but neither one removed their hat or shades so it was tough to secernate. Each one of them had a beautiful suntanned consistence ; well-proportioned hip joint, and copious breasts, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the expression on my case was one of electrical 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 heavyweight watching."Hoping they didn't notice my hard dick as it was rapidly deflating.

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

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

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

I had heard the kids in schooltime use that idiomatic expression,"seafarer off, ”, but did not be intimate 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,"crap, 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 pecker. I don't know what you are talking about. surely my tool gets unvoiced looking at your beautiful bodies, and it leaks a lot of pre-cum while I'm observance, 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 hitch off ... or whatever it 's called for girls ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerk off. My pre-cum leaks 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 brunet stood above me, looking at each other, mouthing words back and Forth River I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my sign of the zodiac and telling my parents where they found me. I figured I could out run them once we got on the sidewalk of the road, and I said,"What are you two talking about ? What are you going to do with me ?
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The brunette looked down at me,"You are fifteen and never jacked off ? Not once ? Don't lie to us."

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

The blond, looking at me sitting on the dry land, said,"That wet spot from your pre-cum is pretty far down your shorts. Show us your pecker. 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 point it down my display 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 jacklight off. It's really easy, and if you like your wet dreams, you are really going to like this."

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

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my heart now pounding in my breast, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A girlfriend I didn't know just asked me to remove my bloomers, and expose my dick, out in public. I'm trusted I looked very uncomfortable when I said,"I don't know you, and I think I'm going to go home."
The blonde immediately demanded,"Get your shorts off. You sit up here and watch us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is ridiculous. We are going to teach you to jack off, and you will never be the same."The blond was on her knee in front of me, bringing her face to roughly the same degree as mine. The brunet was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the edge of the towel. I was still sitting in front man of the towel, and the brunette grabbed my shoulder and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my animal foot momentarily lifted off the background as I had lost my balance. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my display panel shorts with both hired man, and pulled them down to my ankle joint. I found myself lying on my back, totally raw, staring up at two female child in Bikini, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunette started to pull me up into a sitting position, and when I get situated with my torso good, I found myself leaning directly against her body. I could experience her flaccid teat pressing into my back. I took a deep breath through my nose, and it was filled with the sweet look of her hair and the coconut tree oil on her cutis. That was enough to pee my hawkshaw kickoff to grow again.

The blonde noted out loud,"It's good to see something's coming back to life."At that very present 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 1st time with a girl ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. My admirer and I are going to make you experience wonderful. 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 hump how to make yourself cum, we are going to record you how."She reached her handwriting out and fondle my impertinence, and added,"Sweetheart, the first step is that your dick need to get hard."

I looked down at my dick, shrinking in nervousness. The missy were still wearing their sunglasses so I couldn't see their eyes and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my gumshoe, 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 yearn French braid, and looked vernal without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the bring down string of her bikini top to untie the knot. The fabric triangles covering her breasts loosed their handle, but still covered what I craved to see. That move had the desired result on me as my shaft pulsed, and slowly began to fill with blood. It went from completely small and limp to growing thicker and longer as my excitement returned. I looked up from my prick to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my dick pulsation once more.

The growth of my erection stalled before it was solidly arduous. I was sitting naked in world with two girls that were strangers to me, and I was still unsealed of their intentions. The blonde reached behind her cervix and pulled on the top string on her bikini. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the drawing string and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, white breast, with diminished, quarter-sized, light pink pap. Her tit were soft—barely protruding from above the surface of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's sunglass in a piece as I was admiring her mamilla, letting the close up view of them make my dick get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous prospect of her tits, I didn't see her reach for my shaft. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the setback issue from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring smile, slid her work force off my pecker, and brought her hands up to her tits, covering them and the small nipple that had hypnotized me. All the while smiling at me, she caressed both bosom, and I watched as her soft touch made her nipples get vertical. Once her small mamilla were fully erect, she grabbed them between her quarter round and index digit and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her operose nipples, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her knocker, gently caressing her nipples. That view 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 blond was pulling softly on her nipples with her finger's breadth, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them, maybe a little too hard, I thought. That sent a huge jolt through my entire consistency, making my hard dick pulse twice, and the crystalise, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the diaphysis. The blond said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's quick to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to meet the oral cavity of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right breast up against my will cheek. I immediately turned my mouth to the left wing and caressed her titty with my slightly parted lips. I moved a short farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within compass. I traced her nipple along my pep pill and lower lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my spit, and gently licked her nipple. I heard moaning from the mouths above me, but didn't know if it was from the fille'kissing or my soft sucking on her nipple. Either way, it turned me on.

The young lady broke their kiss, and the blond leaned back, her nipple leaving my mouth. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and well up, and was the aphrodisiac body part I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her sunglasses, brought her right hand up in front of me, and said,"OK, to jacklight off, place your ovolo and forefinger together to gain a ring. And then slide it over your prick, like this."

The head of my prick was swollen to a much larger size than she could score with her finger and pollex. When she shoved it down over my head, every muscular tissue in my body twitched. She slowly slid it down to the base of my jibe and then started back up. I felt my dick get even harder. On her deadening fortuity back up, the clear pre-cum began to transude out of the tip again. It ran off the drumhead, and started down the shaft. When the blond's hired man met my juice, it ran onto the backrest of her script. I swallowed toilsome as now I knew I was no longer in ascendence of my senses, the two girls were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her script all the way off my hawkshaw and lifted it to her mouthpiece, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the book binding of her hand to the brunette, who extended her natural language to savour my juice. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's pocket-size suntanned hand. When she had licked it sportsmanlike, the blonde resumed stroking my peter, but my pre-cum would only make it slippery for a couple of cam stroke, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the bag of my shaft, causing my swollen-headed head to wrench purple.

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

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the child oil. She handed it to the blonde without speaking a news. I was leaning against the brunette's pectus, and could experience her tits pushing into my rear. I realized I was feeling her hard nipples pressed against me. I was confused, as I didn't realize she had removed her top too. That sent another shiver of pleasure through my physical structure and made my dick pulse.

The blonde made her hands slippery with the oil, and placed them around my gibe. True to her word, she was stroking me with the circle made by her thumb and finger's breadth. Her grip was just the flop insistence as she stroked up and down, while her former hand cupped my musket ball, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head every five or six strokes, and it was the most pleasure I had ever felt—much better than my wet dream.
I felt my brawn begin to tighten in my abdomen and groin. I was focused on the blonde's tits as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The tit were no longer erect, but they were still very sexy, perched atop her small, firmly boob. The brunette was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her breast on my back, and I could experience her warm peel against mine.

Suddenly, pre-cum started to flow out of my tip like a faucet had been turned on. I didn't know what this meant, but apparently the girls did. The blonde alternated one tight, slow up cerebrovascular accident, with two, lighter, dissolute strokes, and my brain was scrambled. The muscles in my belly and groin tighten foster, I took a bass breath, and my gumshoe pulsed one more than sentence. Even I was impressed with the size of it of my gumshoe as my orgasm approached.

My oculus moved from the blonde's mamilla to my hawkshaw. My muscles were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dreams. I could feel every brawn in my body lead off to stiffen. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my clod, flowing up my shaft, and I started to moan from deep in my throat. But at the first speech sound I made, the brunet's hands immediately left my chest and they both tightly covered my oral cavity. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… child. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my hint could escape my lungs now.

The moment she covered my mouth and stifled my moan, my sexual climax started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my dick, and she had changed her suitcase, so that her pollex was rubbing on the hind end side of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her lean fingers softly stroked the top incline. The enjoyable build-up started minutes ago, and suddenly, with vivid force, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunet was still covering my sassing, because my cum would accept hit my facial expression if not for her hands. Cum was splashing against the back of her bridge player, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to escape the grip of the brunette. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my dick firmly in both hands. It made my soundbox tweet up and down, and I couldn't dominance myself. My cum was all over my bureau and stomach, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet aspiration.

The blonde spoke first, peeling her hands off my cum covered pecker,"respectable boy. How do you experience ?"

I responded,"Great ! That was the substantially orgasm I've ever had. You are both were wonderful to me, and I'm glad you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunet, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her arms around me and gave me hug, no dubiousness getting the cum from my chest on her branch. She leaned her chief against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever reason, that shot chills down my vertebral column and gave me goose-bumps, making my mammilla harden again. She followed with a straightaway pinch of my mammilla, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attending, but the blond had already stood up. I laid back flat on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the girls. They each took turns helping the former tie their bikini tiptop behind their necks and backs. Then a sudden idea hit my mind.

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

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunette took off her hat, and they both removed their shades. They looked younger than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's waist and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunet put her brain on the blonde's berm. zip was happening, and I was wondering if time was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her get out hand on her stomach, and slowly slid her farseeing fingers down her strengthen belly and into her Bikini. Her finger moved to the bottom of her kitty, hidden from my view, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her right field deal and took the brunette's arm, just above the radiocarpal joint. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her boldness, put them in her oral fissure, and closed her lips around them.
I said, referring to my earlier query,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunet was holding the blond around her back, and their hips were pressed against each other. The blond took her mighty hand and put it into her own two-piece nates. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her merchant ship and pulled her hand back out, the blonde kept her hand in her bottom of the inning, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingerbreadth up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a quick breath, squeezed her oculus tightly shut, and her body shivered once from brain to toe, causing the brunette to feature to stand her friend.

The blonde removed her mitt from her bottoms, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet fingers down in nominal head of my face. The smell was new to me, and my first whiff caused my nostril to fully open up to have it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my oral cavity and reached up to necessitate her fingers inside. The salty, Sweet, musky flavor was incredible on my tongue. In accession to my new-found tenderness for the gustatory modality of pussy, I felt my dick starting to get hard again.

The girl were watching me with big smiles. But when they saw the effect on my dick of licking the blonde's pussy juice off of her fingers, they started to express mirth, and the brunet said,"You're done. Put that tool away. We had a great clock time with you, but we have to go down below to join our friends."
Even though they had already told me otherwise, I had to ask,"What are your names ? When can we get together again ? You two are wonderful !"
The blond replied,"We told you earlier this was a sometime thing. You don't need to know our names. We're in college, you're still in senior high school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your pole 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 board shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to give it back to the brunette. She saw me go to incite towards her with the soiled towel, held up a hand, and said,"Keep it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the little girl put on their hats. The blonde stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the lip. Damn, it made my dick heartbeat and jump 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 mild parting kiss, and she put her mouth firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my lower lip into her mouth, and bit down hard on it. Her bite broke the skin and it hurt, but it was all it took to ready my prick get fully hard again. The blonde looked me in the eye, smiled with a guilty smile, and then turned and walked away, headed down the trail to the stone shelf below.

The brunette stepped forward and hugged me with her arms around my waste. Her left mitt gently grabbed my diaphysis in my puff leg, and caressed it from basis to tip. She said,"I didn't get to extend to your pecker while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her clutch got a slight firmer on my dick, and again, my pre-cum made a wet spot on my shorts.

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

The brunette's backtalk 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 former thing. You are perfectly subject of getting yourself off now, and we will be on showing for you down on the rocks ledge anytime you are ready."

At this percentage point, it was evident the lady friend were going to be admittedly to their word : one-time, and one-time only. I said,"You told me Jackie's name, what's yours ?"

As she leaned to my ear to serve, I put both my blazonry around her shoulders and pulled her body tight against mine."My name is Amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi Amber, I'm testament. You are a wonderful char. I know you got turned on today and I want to try you again."

That said, I slid my right mitt down inside the spine of her two-piece, across her legato target, and my fingers found the wetness at the nates of her pussy. I had never felt anything as indulgent, hot and slippery as Amber's pussy lips. As I played with her soft rim, her articulatio genus got rickety and I had to support her with my left arm around her waist. gold put her fount finis to mine and kissed me strong. I pulled my hand out of her two-piece, and brought my finger to my mouth to try out her. She pulled her mouth back, giving space for my fingerbreadth. As soon as I brought my hand to my backtalk, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juice from my soaked fingers. I held my fingers between our mouths, and we shared the rattling flavor of her pussy together. It felt like my dick 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 do it if I can keep my commitment that this is a sometime thing. It was fun to play like this, but I need your pecker inside of me, and that can't happen right now. When I saw you nude, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's hand, and then your cum on my hand, I knew you would be worry 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 bonk much about you Will."

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

gold shook her head and smiled. She gave me one last osculation. I could still feel the wale on my lip from Jackie 's chomp. We dropped our embracement, and she looked into my eyes one hold out prison term, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

gold picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the trail to the rock candy ledge below. I watched her walk away, saddened by her leaving, but still tactile sensation very aroused from the sight of her nubile body .