Chapter One

Our mob had moved to a menage just three blocks off of the Pacific Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a track 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 calm, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 feet wide at its widest detail. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it difficult for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the careen ledge below. Thus it was a very private cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular admission to the piddle's border. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed cars to park along the American Stock Exchange, where it was a dead pass down an loose sloping trail to get on the shelf, and then it was about a fifteen mo stroll south to accomplish the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to research the neighborhood, and found the steep and narrow track that led down to the rock shelf below. My milieu were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would leave. On my second day in the neighbourhood, standing atop the drop, maybe three account above the rock shelf below, I noticed about a dozen citizenry down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly try music from a portable receiving set well below my vantage point. There was a very narrow crevasse in the rock music ledge, about 10 infantry across and 30 ft in duration, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a docile wave to lift them up where they could grab onto a handhold highschool on the John Rock, and snarf themselves out of the urine. I didn't really notice much Sir Thomas More than that, not paying close attention to the people below me, I was focused on the trail and how to sail it down to the rock ledge.

The trail was steep, with places that each substructure needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, angle and sinewy from playing fun in schoolhouse, strong-arm elbow grease was not an issuing. In my new environs, was well-to-do getting used to wearing nothing but my board short pants, but walking in flip-flop, on a unconscionable, downhill trail, caused me to focus on the side by side footstep, and not thinking about what I would bump at the end of my journey. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the close up end of the cove, providing an subject thought of to the Benjamin West. The sun was high, and there were no shadows to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two affair became seeming, there was not a male in group that lay on the rock and roll, and every female child was topless.

At 18 years old, I had not seen a naked woman in the flesh. I had kissed a few girls in my high up shoal course of study, but never got farther than heavy petting over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The pop womanhood's swimsuit at this time was a cosmic string bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the thin cosmic string across the binding. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to confirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the little girl in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their stomach or back, or sitting up facing the pee. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to bury, and I felt a slender swelling in my board shorts, the kind that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two missy in the water below, But when a trade good sized moving ridge lifted them up, they grabbed a grip of the rock ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the control surface, and stood up. They were dripping with the warm up sea urine, and both tilted their foreland back to let their foresightful tomentum drop-off behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their heads to tuck all of it up and wring the water out. They were topless, with no tan rail line, and their teat were lots darker brown than their skin. My virgin eyes were singularly focused on those John Brown nipple, perfectly round, erect from the promiscuous wind instrument brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small, loyal chest. I stood in awe, my substance pounding in my chest. Not being able to inhale, I felt my gumshoe grow fast and hard, pointed down the right leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. nobody had noticed me standing at the cover of the cove, and even if they had, I could not actuate to get away. Frozen, both because of the scene of nearly nude, young womanhood before me, princely than my waste fantasies at the time, and also because my peter was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an abnormal position, I couldn't take a step.

My Einstein was on overload, and I wished this very hour of my lifespan would never end. The two girls from the piss were wringing-out their hanker, moody hair, laughing with big Edward Douglas White Jr. smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their lean, bronzed trunk, naked breasts, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet bikini rear end were clinging tightly to their shapely tooshie and pussies. I had to swallow hard to keep open from drooling on myself. I had known for years that I like girls, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a hungriness for girlfriend, well beyond just liking them. My eyes were feeding on the peck of them, but there were other part of my trunk than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard dick, in its downward position, was really starting to bruise. I thought I needed to read the pressure off, and reached down with my right hand to stretch along my shorts, and lift my prick as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must give squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet bit on the forepart of my green table shorts.

As my regard went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two young lady from the sea went to their towels and lay down on their backs. 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 succeeding relocation, a couple of the girls rolled over from their abdomen onto their backs, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly stark even tans over their entire physical structure, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan line of work, with their two white breasts standing in line to the surrounding brown cutis. While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in size and color, with the ring of color seemingly capping the point of each breast, I did see distinctly, unlike shaped teat on three of girls. On their boob, the areolas appeared puffy, with a soft looking, overweight nipple on the top. Why the horizon of the puffy nipples sent an extra jolt of electrical energy to both my genius and my pecker, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple young lady had a very wickedness tan, with no tan lines and nighttime, dark puffy nipples. She must suffer been Malayo-Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin whole step was an unbelievable nighttime mocha color. The other two, both redheads, may have been sisters, or even twins. Their cutis was picket compared to everyone else on the rock ledge, and their breasts were as white as milk, with big, puffy, light pink tit. It was difficult for me to stop staring at them, for reasons I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the young woman in front of me ; I didn't bill every pilus on my body, like my hawkshaw, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deep breath. And then another. I needed my hawkshaw to soften a bit if I was going to take the air anywhere. My bosom beat slowed to where I couldn't palpate it pounding in my ears, and my tool released the line it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could take the air, it was time 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 southward edge, cheeseparing to where the fille lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the kind of tits I was seeing for the first off time. Some had pointed, erect teat, others soft, diminished mounds. The struggle coloration ranged from lily-white to dark Brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, larger, spilling over the face of the chest. I started to notice many early features of these beautiful girls ; the curve of their shoulders, the way their pilus fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, business firm one shot fag, and the mound in their Bikini bottoms. As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the lighter skinned girls. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the blood start to feed into my dick once again. The freckles on their faces, necks, arms, and chests were such a turn on to me. A few of the girls were covered in freckle, and the freckles flowed on to their breasts, and I had to look away to avoid stopping in my tracks to stare.

As I reached the nearest girl from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her back. I could now see her tits were the heavy of the group, filling her dresser and covering the sides of her body as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her question, she picked up her bottle of oil, squirted some in her left hand, applied it to the centre of her bureau, and then with both manpower rubbed it over her plump breasts and flat stomach, causing her pinko nipples to become erect. My head was spinning, and I was actually featherbrained. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in disbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the tactual sensation of my heart pound in my bureau. As I looked at their unbelievable torso, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was invisible. In twenty-five step, I passed all of them, and made a hard left spell to survey the rock ledge out of the cove.

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

I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to wonder what would be my next movement. I began to earn there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the girls again. With that view, my heart started to race, and I could sense the turmoil in my full torso. I was concerned though ; that the girls simply ignored me on my first whirl because it was the easiest thing to do. No outcry or showdown -- and I would be gone and get out them to delight their secret cove. But a second pass might be different. It would be easily to deduce at that tip I was cypher more than a teenage peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would let to take the air past them all to get off the ledge and back up to the street where I lived. I took a deep breath, and headed back due north to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to bet around the corner. It was the hot voice of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their understructure. Four young lady had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the border of the ledge, waiting for the following wave to roam in so they could safely jump in the water. I watched as girl after little girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their nose shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, header tilted back, clearing their hair from their face, and smiling. They were all step water, bouncing up and down with each moving ridge. I approached the sphere where their towels and beach udder were spread out, watching the last of the daughter leaping of off the rocks. Again, not one of the miss had looked at me, and I felt like I was unseeable to them. I quickly headed North to approach the track to the lower route and make water my way back through the locality to my house.

That dark, I lay in my bed with my heart closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each meter I thought about getting to the hindquarters of the cliff, down on to the rocks, and seeing the topless lady friend, my breathing stopped. My gumshoe was hard as a two-by-four, and I smiled now that I understood what getting a"woody"meant. I rolled over, lying on my stomach, my dick compressed by the weight of my dead body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this detail in my young living, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of breathing spell, and had a spate of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet dreaming, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about miss in the dream, but I really liked the relaxed feeling of my body after the event. I just wished I could will myself into a wet dream as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the born cause was for it to happen. That Nox, I fell asleep on my tummy, and awoke in the middle of night, when I was still feeling muscle contraction in my groin after the peak of my wet pipe dream orgasm. My hips were still slowly thrusting my peter into the mattress beneath me, my balls were tight against my body, and my cum was still warm on my abdomen. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless daughter, gave me the practiced wet dreaming I ever had. How could I keep this feeling going ?

The cove became my escapism. I went nearly quotidian day after I returned home from school day. On the weekend, there were too many sightseers walking the stone ledge, and while some of the girls came to tan on the John Rock, they did not sun topless. My subroutine on weekdays and shoal vacation was to exact my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and watch the little girl. I got to recognize the regular, and looked forward to seeing them show off their body. 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 binoculars, from fourth dimension to time, one of them would shield the sun from their eyes and search up to the top of the cliff. I would just tend back, out of panorama for a few minutes, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare white meat when they lay down to work on improving their tan. While the bougainvillea did provide the girls cover from being viewed by people in the two mansion on either English of the cove, every so often, soul would take the air to the edge of the properties'declamatory outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to peril to the Earth. I was doing just the Saami, albeit with a little more frequency. I would get a rock-hard hard-on during my picket, pump out rich amounts of pre-cum on my leg, and every few nights, have another tremendous wet dream.

After a few calendar week of viewing the girls from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a schoolhouse holiday, but not a body of work holiday. From my past experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of girls on the rock candy that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my board short and thong, I had walked down from my house to the drop. I had always sat somewhere well off to the West of the trail leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the track from my street to venture down. Without paying very much tending today, I had failed to take the air very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to take up my position. Unknowingly, that would change by reversal out to be a problem for me in the second time of day of my vigil.

As I sat gazing at the various girls arrive in the cove, singly, in pair or small groups, I truly enjoyed watching the outgrowth of them getting settled. First they would kick-off their turnaround and spread out their beach towel, some placing a pen up towel on the rocks to use as a pillow. Then they would flake off their bathing suit cover-ups or T-shirts. Lastly, they would unlace their string two-piece tops and unwrap their supple white meat, always adjusting their tomentum, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulders. I sat on my rear end, articulatio genus bent, metrical foot plane on the ground, with my knockout dick in the in good order leg of my table shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not deliver any peripheral sight.

Suddenly, I heard pace approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to seem up, but it was too deep. I was busted. It was two girls, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikini, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, shuck hats. They were both carrying bombastic beach bags over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit bodies, and smooth tan cutis, they were probably in their other 1920s, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was severe to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful tan trunk ; well-proportioned hips, and ample tit, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the expression on my face was one of shock. And as I sat looking up at them, the blonde said to me,"Hey deviate, what are you doing up here ?"

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

The brunet said,"Bullshit. There are no whales this metre 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 blond took two quick steps and was now standing in presence of me and said,"The sole thing you are looking at in those binoculars are the tits of me and my lady friend down there while you watch us and jack off. We see you almost every time we come to the cove."

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

The brunet, stepping snug to me, intervened,"Bullshit, pervert. 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 dick. I don't know what you are talking about. indisputable my hawkshaw gets hard 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 blonde."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 escape out when my peter gets squeezed, that's all."

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

"No, never,"I said
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The blond and brunette stood above me, looking at each other, mouthing words back and Forth River 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 route, 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 certain what that means."

The blonde, looking at me sitting on the dry land, said,"That wet smudge from your pre-cum is pretty far down your short. Show us your dick. We want to see how big it is."

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

The two girls exchanged a glimpse, 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 express you how to jacklight off. It's really loose, and if you like your wet aspiration, you are really going to care this."

The brunette added,"My friend here is going to pass on 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 plug-in shorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my heart now pounding in my pectus, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for hint. A fille I didn't know just asked me to remove my pant, and expose my dick, 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 blonde immediately demanded,"Get your short pants off. You sit up here and watch us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is pathetic. We are going to instruct you to jack off, and you will never be the same."The blonde was on her knees in strawman of me, bringing her face to roughly the Lapplander level as mine. The brunette was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the sharpness of the towel. I was still sitting in front of the towel, and the brunet grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my ft momentarily lifted off the background as I had lost my proportionality. The blond moved swiftly, grabbing the sash of my display board shorts with both workforce, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my back, totally raw, staring up at two girls in two-piece, 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 brunet started to draw me up into a sitting position, and when I get situated with my body upright, I found myself leaning directly against her body. I could palpate her soft breast pressing into my back. I took a cryptical breath through my nose, and it was filled with the perfumed flavor of her hair and the coconut meat oil on her skin. That was enough to pee my dick start to rise again.

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

The blond said,"Aww, is this your beginning time with a girl ? You scare so easily. You need to unbend. My Friend and I are going to get you experience rattling. And while you will want us do this again ; this is a one and only experience. We thought we wanted to scare you off, but since you claim you don't roll in the hay how to ca-ca yourself cum, we are going to show you how."She reached her hand out and fondle my cheek, and added,"Sweetheart, the first step is that your dick motive to get hard."

I looked down at my shaft, shrinking in nervousness. The girl were still wearing their sunglasses so I couldn't see their center and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my tool, waiting for it to get hard on its own. They both could easily smell my anxiety. Without saying a word, the blond removed her hat. She had a long French braid, and looked new without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the gloomy string of her Bikini top to unlace the burl. The cloth triangles covering her knocker loosed their grip, but still covered what I craved to see. That move had the desired effect on me as my gumshoe pulsed, and slowly began to replete with blood. It went from completely humble and limp to growing thicker and longer as my excitement returned. I looked up from my dick to the blonde, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my dick pulse once more.

The ontogeny of my erecting stalled before it was solidly hard. I was sitting naked in public with two miss that were stranger to me, and I was still unsettled of their design. The blond reached behind her cervix and pulled on the top string on her bikini. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the string and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, white breasts, with small, quarter-sized, loose pink nipples. Her mamilla were soft—barely protruding from above the surface of the ring of color. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's sunglasses in a while as I was admiring her mamilla, letting the finis up view of them work my prick get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her tits, I didn't see her reach for my shot. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the lift effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a warmly, reassuring smile, slid her bridge player off my pecker, and brought her hands up to her tits, covering them and the small mammilla that had hypnotized me. All the piece smiling at me, she caressed both breasts, and I watched as her flabby touch made her nipples get rear. Once her humble mammilla were fully erect, she grabbed them between her pollex and index finger finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her grueling nipples, then she lightly rubbed her tanned digit over her tit, gently caressing her nipple. That view made me get as difficult as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the berm massage from the brunette behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her mammilla with her fingers, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulder and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them, maybe a piddling too severe, I thought. That sent a immense jolt through my entire body, making my difficult peter impulse twice, and the exculpated, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my cock on to the shaft. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's make to be jacked off now."

The brunet asked,"give me a kiss first ?"

As the blond leaned forward to meet the mouth of the brunet kneeling behind me, it placed her right breast up against my pass on nerve. I immediately turned my mouth to the left and caressed her boob with my slightly parted lips. I moved a picayune farther toward her, and suddenly realized her teat was within orbit. I traced her nipple along my upper and miserable lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my natural language, and gently licked her mamilla. I heard moaning from the mouths above me, but didn't know if it was from the missy'kissing or my soft suck on her nipple. Either way, it turned me on.

The girl broke their osculation, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my mouth. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and swollen, and was the sexiest trunk persona I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her sunglasses, brought her right manus up in front of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, place your thumb and forefinger together to make a ring. And then slide it over your dick, like this."

The drumhead of my dick was swollen to a much larger size of it than she could build with her finger and thumb. When she shoved it down over my caput, every muscle in my body twitched. She slowly slid it down to the base of my shaft and then started back up. I felt my cock get even harder. On her slow down stroke back up, the clear pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip again. It ran off the question, and started down the shaft. When the blonde's handwriting met my succus, it ran onto the back of her hand. I swallowed hard as now I knew I was no longer in control of my mother wit, the two girl were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her bridge player all the way off my dick and lifted it to her backtalk, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the spinal column of her hand to the brunet, who extended her glossa to sample my juice. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's spit, licking my pre-cum off of the blond's small tanned hand. When she had licked it clean, the blonde resumed stroking my dick, but my pre-cum would only earn it slippery for a duet of strokes, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the radix of my shaft, causing my swollen capitulum to release purple.

She said to the brunette,"Can you hand me the child 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 chest, and could sense her knocker pushing into my back. 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 body and made my dick pulse.

The blond made her hands slippery with the oil, and placed them around my shaft. True to her word, she was stroking me with the circle made by her thumb and finger. Her grip was just the mightily force per unit area as she stroked up and down, while her other helping hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head every five or six throw, and it was the most pleasance I had ever felt—much near than my wet dreaming.
I felt my muscularity begin to tighten in my belly and groin. I was focused on the blond's nipple 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 lowly, firm tits. The brunette was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her tits on my rachis, and I could feel her warm tegument against mine.

Suddenly, pre-cum started to flow out of my tip like a faucet had been turned on. I didn't know what this meant, but apparently the lady friend did. The blonde alternated one tight, deadening stroke, with two, Inner Light, fast strokes, and my mind was scrambled. The muscles in my abdominal cavity and groin constrain further, I took a deep breath, and my putz pulsed one more time. Even I was impressed with the sizing of my dick as my orgasm approached.

My center moved from the blonde's tits to my cock. My muscles were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dreams. I could feel every brawniness in my soundbox begin to tighten. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my balls, flowing up my scape, and I started to moan from deep in my throat. But at the kickoff strait I made, the brunette's hands immediately left my pectus and they both tightly covered my backtalk. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… baby. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breathing spell could escape my lungs now.

The present moment she covered my back talk and stifled my moan, my climax started. I was looking at the blond's hand stroking my prick, and she had changed her hold, so that her thumb was rubbing on the buns side of meat of my ray, all the way up to the tip, and her slender fingerbreadth softly stroked the top side. The pleasurable build-up started minutes ago, and suddenly, with acute force, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my mouth, because my cum would have hit my face if not for her workforce. Cum was splashing against the binding of her deal, dripping to my tummy, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in pleasance, and I was trying to break away the travelling bag of the brunette. The blond stopped stroking and grasped my dick firmly in both hands. It made my torso twinge up and down, and I couldn't restraint myself. My cum was all over my chest of drawers and stomach, and the smelling of it reminded me of waking up after my wet dream.

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

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 brunette, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her arms around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my thorax on her blazon. She leaned her head against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever reason, that shot chills down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my nipples harden again. She followed with a quick pinch of my mammilla, and then I felt her motion to get up. I hadn't paid attention, 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 other tie their bikini tops behind their neck and backs. Then a sudden thought hit my mind.

Glancing up at them, I said,"You both made me feel incredible, did it wrench 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 immature than I thought—maybe barely 20 twelvemonth old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's shank and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunet put her straits on the blonde's shoulder. naught was happening, and I was wondering if fourth dimension was standing still.
Just then the brunet placed her left hired man on her stomach, and slowly slid her long fingers down her toned belly and into her bikini. Her finger moved to the bum of her pussy, hidden from my view, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her rightfulness bridge player and took the brunette's arm, just above the wrist. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet finger's breadth up to her face, put them in her mouth, and closed her brim around them.
I said, referring to my earlier question,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blonde around her back, and their hip were pressed against each other. The blonde took her right hand and put it into her own bikini underside. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her bottoms and pulled her hand back out, the blonde kept her hand in her merchantman, and it looked like she was rubbing her finger up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a quick breath, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and her body shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunette to have to support her friend.

The blonde removed her hand from her bottoms, 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 starting time whiff caused my anterior naris to fully open up to take it all in. As if it were a unconditioned reflex, I opened my mouth and reached up to conduct her fingerbreadth inside. The salty, sweet, musky flavor was unbelievable on my tongue. In addition to my new-found warmth for the taste of twat, I felt my prick starting to get hard again.

The girls were watching me with big smiles. But when they saw the essence on my hawkshaw 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 majuscule 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 figure ? When can we get together again ? You two are tremendous !"
The blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a one-time thing. You don't need to lie with our names. We're in college, you're still in high shoal. 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 flatus out of me. My grin disappeared. I pulled my board shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to hand it back to the brunette. She saw me start to move towards her with the grime towel, held up a mitt, and said,"Keep it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the girls put on their lid. The blond stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the lips. Damn, it made my dick pulsation and start to farm. 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 leave-taking kiss, and she put her mouth firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my lower lip into her rima oris, and bit down hard on it. Her bite broke the tegument and it hurt, but it was all it took to clear my pecker get fully hard again. The blonde looked me in the eye, smiled with a shamefaced smiling, and then turned and walked away, headed down the lead to the rock music ledge below.

The brunette stepped forward and hugged me with her arms around my waste. Her left hand gently grabbed my shaft in my pant leg, and caressed it from root to tip. She said,"I didn't get to touch your cock while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her grip got a small firmer on my shaft, and again, my pre-cum made a wet point on my shorts.

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

The brunette'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 pecker, and it would only be a one-time thing. You are perfectly capable of getting yourself off now, and we will be on display for you down on the rocks ledge anytime you are ready."

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

As she leaned to my ear to answer, I put both my arms around her shoulder and pulled her physical structure pissed against mine."My epithet is Amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi gold, I'm will. You are a wonderful cleaning lady. I know you got turned on today and I want to try out you again."

That said, I slid my right hand down inside the spinal column of her Bikini, across her smooth butt, and my finger found the wetness at the merchantman of her pussy. I had never felt anything as subdued, hot and slippery as Amber's pussycat lips. As I played with her delicate mouth, her articulatio genus got weak and I had to brook her with my left arm around her shank. amber put her grimace closing to mine and kissed me severely. I pulled my bridge player out of her two-piece, and brought my fingers to my mouth to taste her. She pulled her oral cavity back, giving blank space for my finger. As soon as I brought my script to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juices from my soaked fingerbreadth. I held my fingers between our oral cavity, and we shared the wonderful nip of her cunt together. It felt like my dick might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

Amber moved her head back over to my depart shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't acknowledge if I can observe my commitment that this is a erstwhile thing. It was fun to run like this, but I need your dick inside of me, and that can't happen right now. When I saw you naked, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's hired man, and then your cum on my handwriting, 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 territorial dominion for me -- a woman 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 Friend down on the ledge. I 'm indisputable you will figure out your feelings. The succeeding fourth dimension you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

Amber shook her head and smiled. She gave me one finale kiss. I could still feel the weal on my lip from Jackie 's bite. We dropped our embrace, and she looked into my eyes one stopping point time, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

Amber picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the lead to the rock'n'roll shelf below. I watched her walk away, saddened by her departure, but still tactual sensation very aroused from the sight of her marriageable body .