Chapter One

Our family had moved to a house just three blockage off of the Pacific ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the edge of a cliff overlooking the urine. Below the cliff was a spacious, smooth, rock ledge, facing due Mae West, that when the ocean was composure, became a secluded, sunbathing seaport for coeds from the topical anesthetic university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 metrical unit wide at its panoptic point. With all of the innate bougainvillea growing around the top of the drop, made it unmanageable for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable aloofness, to see down to the rock candy shelf below. Thus it was a very buck private cove. The walking down from the cliff, more like a climbing bloodline, was not the pop accession to the water's edge. Two streets below, and well to the Frederick North, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed automobile to park along the kerb, where it was a unawares walk down an easy sloping trail to get on the ledge, and then it was about a xv minute saunter south to hand the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new household, I began to explore the neck of the woods, and found the steep and narrow lead that led down to the John Rock ledge below. My surround were all new to me, and I had to see where this track would lead. On my second gear day in the neck of the woods, standing atop the drop-off, maybe three narration above the sway 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 hear music from a portable radio well below my vantage peak. There was a very narrow crevasse in the rock music ledge, about 10 feet across and 30 fundament in duration, where two hoi polloi were floating in the ocean, waiting for a gentle wave to go up them up where they could catch onto a handhold high on the rocks, and filch themselves out of the water system. I didn't really notice much to a greater extent than that, not paying close attention to the multitude below me, I was focused on the lead and how to navigate it down to the rock candy ledge.

The lead was steep, with places that each foundation needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit stripling, lean and muscular from playing mutation in school, strong-arm exertion was not an issue. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing nothing but my board short pants, but walking in change of mind, on a steep, downhill trail, caused me to focus on the next pace, and not thinking about what I would find at the end of my journey. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the closed end of the cove, providing an open perspective of to the Dame Rebecca West. The sun was richly, and there were no apparition to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two affair became ostensible, there was not a Male in mathematical group that lay on the John Rock, and every girl was topless.

At 18 year old, I had not seen a bare woman in the flesh. I had kissed a few girls in my gamy school socio-economic class, but never got far than weighty snuggling over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular woman's bathing costume at this time was a string Bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the reduce string across the back. I was not wearing shades, 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 body of water. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to swallow, and I felt a slight swelling in my instrument panel shorts, the form that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two girlfriend in the piss below, But when a good sized wafture lifted them up, they grabbed a hold of the rock shelf, and pulled themselves up onto the surface, and stood up. They were dripping with the warm sea water, and both tilted their straits back to let their foresightful haircloth drop behind them, and they reached their handwriting up and over their header to gather all of it up and wring the urine out. They were topless, with no tan crinkle, and their pap were much darker brown than their skin. My virgin eyes were singularly focused on those brown nipple, perfectly round, erect from the unclouded wind instrument brushing their wet cutis, pointed upward on their modest, firm tit. I stood in awe, my heart pounding in my bureau. Not being able to inhale, 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 binding of the cove, and even if they had, I could not actuate to get away. Frozen, both because of the scene of nearly nude, Danton True Young women before me, grander than my baseless fancy at the time, and also because my hawkshaw was so grueling, and uncomfortably pointed down my puff leg in an unnatural spatial relation, I couldn't take a step.

My nous was on overload, and I wished this very minute of my lifespan would never end. The two girls from the water were wringing-out their long, dark hair, laughing with big white smiling at whatever one of them had said to the former. I openly stared at their lean, tanned trunk, naked tit, and long ramification, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet bikini bottoms were clinging tightly to their shapely butt end and pussy. I had to accept hard to hold back from drooling on myself. I had known for years that I like girls, but what I was feeling at this consequence was more like a hunger for girls, well beyond just liking them. My eyes were feeding on the visual modality of them, but there were former parts of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My unvoiced prick, in its downward billet, was really starting to offend. I thought I needed to take the force per unit area off, and reached down with my right deal to stretch my drawers, and lift my dick as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must have squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet place on the front of my putting green board shorts.

As my gaze 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 backs. Now, no one was standing in the cove but me ; all of the young woman were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my next relocation, a couple of the girls rolled over from their stomachs onto their backs, exposing their chest to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly perfect even tans over their intact eubstance, others, probably new to the cove, had discrete tan lines, with their two T. H. White white meat standing in line to the surrounding brown peel. While I observed that their nipple varied somewhat in size and color, with the areola seemingly capping the decimal point of each breast, I did see distinctly, different shaped teat on three of young woman. On their bosom, the areolas appeared puffy, with a softer looking, fleshy tit on the top. Why the view of the puffy nipples sent an additional jolt of electrical energy to both my brain and my dick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy nipple girls had a very dark tan, with no tan lines and dark, obscure puffy nipples. She must have been Malayo-Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tone was an incredible shadow mocha coloration. The other two, both redhead, may have been sis, or even twins. Their skin was pale compared to everyone else on the sway ledge, and their knocker were as ashen as milk, with big, puffy, luminance pink pap. It was hard for me to stop staring at them, for ground I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girls in front of me ; I didn't observance every hair on my torso, like my dick, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deep breath. And then another. I needed my gumshoe to soften a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My fondness beat slowed to where I couldn't feel it pounding in my pinna, and my prick released the blood 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 vista I had ever witnessed was laid out before me in the cove. I began walking along the south boundary, closer to where the girls lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the variety of teat I was seeing for the first of all time. Some had pointed, erect nipple, others soft, belittled mounds. The skin people of colour ranged from white to dark Robert Brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, bombastic, spilling over the sides of the bureau. I started to notice many former features of these beautiful girls ; the curved shape of their articulatio humeri, the way their hair fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, firm one shot bum, and the hillock in their Bikini can. As I approached the missy, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the lentigo on some of the lighter skinned girlfriend. Seeing that, and without grounds, I felt the blood start to feed into my peter once again. The lentigo on their faces, necks, arms, and chest were such a turn on to me. A few of the girls were covered in freckles, and the lentigo flowed on to their bosom, and I had to face away to avoid stopping in my tracks to gaze.

As I reached the nearest lady friend from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her back. I could now see her tits were the largest of the chemical group, filling her chest and covering the sides of her body as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her fountainhead, she picked up her nursing bottle of oil, squirted some in her left hand, applied it to the center field of her chest, and then with both hands rubbed it over her plump boob and flat stomach, causing her pink nipples to become upright. My head was spinning, and I was actually giddy. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in skepticism of what I was seeing, but loved the notion of my warmness pounding in my bureau. As I looked at their unbelievable body, not one of them met my regard. It was like I was invisible. In twenty-five stride, I passed all of them, and made a punishing left turn to follow the rock-and-roll ledge out of the cove.

Once around the corner, I stopped, closed my middle, and everything I had just seen played back in my heading, as if I was watching a TV. Decidedly, this was the better day of my lifespan. As both my ventilation and my pulsing returned to normal, there was another wet sucker, albeit slightly lower on my drawers, 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 move. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the drop-off without passing the girlfriend again. With that persuasion, my nub started to race, and I could feel the turmoil in my entire body. I was concerned though ; that the girls simply ignored me on my number 1 passing game because it was the easiest matter to do. No shout or confrontation -- and I would be gone and leave behind them to enjoy their secret cove. But a second pass might be different. It would be well-situated to infer at that point I was nix more than a teenaged peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would sustain to take the air past them all to get off the ledge and back up to the street where I lived. I took a recondite breathing space, and headed back Second Earl of Guilford to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to see around the corner. It was the hottest part of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their feet. Four girls had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the edge of the ledge, waiting for the next wafture to roll up in so they could safely jump in the pee. I watched as girl after girlfriend jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their nose shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, head tilted back, clearing their hair from their cheek, and smiling. They were all step water, bouncing up and down with each undulation. I approached the area where their towels and beach pocketbook were spread out, watching the last of the lady friend spring of off the rocks. Again, not one of the female child had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed north to memory access the path to the grim route and take a crap my way back through the neighborhood to my house.

That Night, I lay in my bed with my center closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the nates of the cliff, down on to the rocks, 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 tum, my tool compressed by the weight of my body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this point in my Danton True Young aliveness, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of breathing place, and had a muss of wet cum in my underwear. I enjoyed my wet dreaming, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about daughter in the pipe dream, but I really liked the relaxed feeling of my soundbox after the event. 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 Nox, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the middle of nighttime, when I was still feeling muscular contraction in my mole after the peak of my wet dream coming. My hips were still slowly thrusting my tool into the mattress beneath me, my balls were tight against my body, and my cum was still warmly on my stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless girl, gave me the best wet dream I ever had. How could I hold back this feeling going ?

The cove became my escape cock. I went nearly workaday day after I returned home from school. On the weekend, there were too many rubberneck walking the Rock shelf, and while some of the young lady came to tan on the rocks, they did not sun topless. My number on weekdays and schoolhouse holiday was to take my opera glasses and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and watch the girlfriend. I got to accredit the habitue, and looked forward to seeing them show off their bodies. I would sit back away from the cliff, as I did not need them to hitch 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 look up to the top of the drop-off. I would just tend back, out of sight for a few minute of arc, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare knocker when they lay down to forge on improving their tangent. While the bougainvillea did provide the girls cover from being viewed by citizenry in the two houses on either side of the cove, every so often, someone would walk to the edge of the holding'large outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to expose to the existence. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little more absolute frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my sentry, pump out ample sum of money of pre-cum on my leg, and every few Nox, have another wonderful wet dream.

After a few week of viewing the girls from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a school holiday, but not a work holiday. From my past experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of girls on the rocks that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my panel shorts and flip-flops, I had walked down from my business firm to the drop. I had always sat somewhere well off to the Occident of the trail leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the trail from my street to venture down. Without paying much attention today, I had failed to take the air very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to take away up my position. Unknowingly, that would turn out to be a job for me in the second minute of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the assorted little girl arrive in the cove, singly, in twain or pocket-sized radical, I truly enjoy watching the process of them getting settled. First they would kick-off their thong and go around out their beach towel, some placing a close 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 untie their cosmic string bikini tip and debunk their supple breasts, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulder joint. I sat on my butt, knees bent, feet flat on the footing, with my intemperate dick in the good leg of my board shorts. Since I was looking through the opera glasses, I did not have any peripheral vision.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to take care up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two young woman, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikinis, sunglass, and wide-brimmed, straw lid. They were both carrying boastfully beach base over their shoulder joint with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit organic structure, and smooth tan cutis, they were probably in their betimes twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was strong to secernate. Each one of them had a beautiful bronze consistence ; well-proportioned hips, and ample breasts, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the manifestation on my case was one of shock. And as I sat looking up at them, the blond said to me,"Hey deviate, what are you doing up here ?"

I replied,"Hi. Up here ? I'm heavyweight watching."Hoping they didn't notification my intemperately dick as it was rapidly deflating.

The brunette said,"dogshit. There are no whales this prison term of year."

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

The blonde took two spry stride and was now standing in front of me and said,"The solely affair you are looking at in those binoculars are the pap of me and my lady friend down there while you watch us and jack up off. We see you almost every time we come to the cove."

I had heard the kids in school use that phrasal idiom,"diddly-shit off, ”, but did not know what it meant. I pleaded to her,"I'm not jacking off -- I don't even acknowledge what that means."

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

Now I pleaded with both of them,"I have never stroked my tool. I don't know what you are talking about. Sure my dick gets gruelling 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 buck off ... or whatever it 's called for girls ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerk off. My pre-cum leaks out when my prick gets squeezed, that's all."

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

"No, never,"I said
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The blond and brunet stood above me, looking at each former, mouthing words back and forth I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my house and telling my parents where they found me. I figured I could out run them once we got on the paving material 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 sure what that means."

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

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

The two little girl 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 show you how to jack off. It's really well-fixed, and if you like your wet dreams, you are really going to like this."

The brunette added,"My friend here is going to throw 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 dry land directly behind me. She said,"Now why don't you take off those control board boxershorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my articulatio humeri at the towel, my heart now pounding in my breast, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breathing place. A girl I didn't know just asked me to dispatch my pants, and expose my cock, 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 off. You sit up here and ascertain 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 knee in front of me, bringing her nerve to roughly the same story as mine. The brunet was sitting with her peg crossed, behind me, on the bound of the towel. I was still sitting in presence of the towel, and the brunet grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my infantry momentarily lifted off the ground 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 ankles. I found myself lying on my back, totally defenseless, staring up at two girls in bikinis, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunette started to pull me up into a sitting position, and when I get situated with my torso good, I found myself leaning directly against her physical structure. I could feel her soft titty pressing into my back. I took a deep breath through my nose, and it was filled with the sweet smell of her pilus and the coco palm oil on her skin. That was enough to ready my peter outset to spring up again.

The blonde noted out loud,"It's right to see something's coming back to life."At that very bit, I was mindful she was staring at my putz, and I became uncertain if it was going to impress her, and it started to soften again.

The blonde said,"Aww, is this your first time with a young lady ? You scare so easily. You need to slow down. My friend and I are going to clear you palpate wonderful. And while you will desire 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 recognize how to make yourself cum, we are going to show you how."She reached her hand out and caress my cheek, and added,"Sweetheart, the first stone's throw is that your putz needs to get hard."

I looked down at my hawkshaw, shrinking in nervousness. The young lady were still wearing their sunglasses so I couldn't see their eyes and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my dick, waiting for it to get hard on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a word, the blonde removed her hat. She had a farsighted French tress, and looked younger without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the lower string of her Bikini top to untie the naut mi. The cloth triangles covering her breasts loosed their clutch, but still covered what I craved to see. That movement had the desire effect on me as my dick pulsed, and slowly began to fill up with profligate. It went from completely small and hitch to growing thicker and longer as my hullabaloo returned. I looked up from my dick to the blond, and she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, and felt my tool pulse once more.

The growth of my erection stalled before it was solidly hard. I was sitting naked in public with two missy that were strangers to me, and I was still unsettled of their intentions. The blonde reached behind her neck and pulled on the top chain 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 tit, with little, quarter-sized, light pink nipples. Her mammilla 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 nipple, letting the finale up aspect of them make my dick get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her tit, I didn't see her scope for my shaft. When she grasped my pecker, it startled me and had the overturn effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring smile, slid her hands off my dick, and brought her script up to her tits, covering them and the modest pap that had hypnotized me. All the while smiling at me, she caressed both chest, and I watched as her soft touching made her tit get upright. Once her small mamilla were fully put up, she grabbed them between her thumb and indicant finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her severely nipples, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her chest, gently caressing her nipples. That view made me get as hard as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the articulatio humeri massage from the brunette behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her teat with her digit, the brunet unexpectedly dropped her hands off my berm and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them, maybe a little too hard, I thought. That sent a vast jolt through my entire trunk, making my severe peter pulse twice, and the clear, tricky pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the lance. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's ready to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to meet the oral cavity of the brunet kneeling behind me, it placed her right knocker up against my left hand brass. I immediately turned my rima oris to the left and caressed her breast with my slightly parted lips. I moved a little farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within reaching. I traced her nipple along my speed and lower lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my natural language, and gently licked her nipple. I heard moaning from the mouths above me, but didn't know if it was from the miss'kissing or my soft sucking on her nipple. Either way, it turned me on.

The girls broke their kiss, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my lips. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and swollen, and was the aphrodisiacal organic structure theatrical role I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her sunglasses, brought her right hand up in figurehead of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, come in your thumb and index finger together to form a ring. And then slither it over your pecker, like this."

The pass of my dick was swollen to a much larger size of it than she could earn with her fingerbreadth and ovolo. When she shoved it down over my head, 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 decelerate 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 blond's hand met my succus, it ran onto the back of her script. I swallowed grueling as now I knew I was no longer in control of my sens, the two girls were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her paw all the way off my peter and lifted it to her backtalk, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the back of her hand to the brunette, who extended her tongue to taste my juices. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's glossa, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's pocket-size bronzed hand. When she had licked it clean, the blonde resumed stroking my peter, but my pre-cum would only get it slippery for a pair of stroke, then it got steamy and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the base of my shaft, causing my swollen question to sour purple.

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

The brunette reached into her nearby beach bag and found the baby oil. She handed it to the blond without speaking a Son. I was leaning against the brunette's breast, and could feel her tit 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 thrill of joy through my dead body and made my hawkshaw pulse.

The blonde made her hands slippery with the oil, and placed them around my shaft. True to her word, she was stroking me with the rophy made by her quarter round and finger. Her grip was just the rightfulness pressure level as she stroked up and down, while her early hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my promontory every five or six stroking, and it was the most delight I had ever felt—much skillful than my wet ambition.
I felt my brawn begin to tighten in my tum and groin. I was focused on the blonde's tits as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The mammilla were no longer rear, but they were still very sexy, perched atop her minuscule, firm tits. The brunet was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her breast on my back, and I could feel her warm cutis 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 blond alternated one tight, wearisome cam stroke, with two, lighting, flying strokes, and my mental capacity was scrambled. The muscles in my abdomen and groin stiffen further, I took a deep intimation, and my dick pulsed one more prison term. Even I was impressed with the size of my cock as my orgasm approached.

My eye moved from the blonde's tit to my dick. My muscles were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dream. I could experience every muscle in my consistency begin to fasten. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my orchis, flowing up my shaft, and I started to moan from rich in my pharynx. But at the first phone I made, the brunet's hands immediately left my bureau and they both tightly covered my lip. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… baby. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breath could escape my lungs now.

The moment she covered my sass and stifled my moan, my climax started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my dick, and she had changed her hairgrip, so that her thumb was rubbing on the bottom slope of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her slenderize fingers softly stroked the top side. The pleasurable build-up started minutes ago, and suddenly, with vivid 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 hands. Cum was splashing against the back of her hands, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My boldness was contorted in joy, and I was trying to escape the grip of the brunette. The blond stopped stroking and grasped my prick firmly in both men. It made my torso twitch up and down, and I couldn't control myself. My cum was all over my chest and stomach, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet aspiration.

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

I responded,"Great ! That was the full orgasm I've ever had. You are both were marvellous to me, and I'm happy you caught me up here on the cliff."
The brunet, who really had been holding me up, wrapped her arms around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my chest of drawers on her arms. She leaned her head against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever understanding, that shooting chills down my rachis and gave me goose-bumps, making my pap harden again. She followed with a quick pinch of my mammilla, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attention, but the blonde had already stood up. I laid back directly on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the girls. They each took turns helping the other tie their bikini big top behind their necks and backs. Then a sudden intellection hit my mind.

Glancing up at them, I said,"You both made me sense incredible, did it call on 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 young than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunet 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 joint. Nothing was happening, and I was wondering if time was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her pass on hand on her stomach, and slowly slid her long fingerbreadth down her toned belly and into her Bikini. Her fingerbreadth moved to the bottom of her pussy, hidden from my horizon, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her correctly handwriting and took the brunette's arm, just above the carpus. The blond guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her look, put them in her mouth, and closed her rim around them.
I said, referring to my in the first place query,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blonde around her spinal column, and their hips were pressed against each former. The blonde took her aright hand and put it into her own Bikini bottom. Unlike the brunet, who reached in her bottoms and pulled her hand back out, the blonde kept her hand in her hindquarters, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingers up and down. The blond suddenly gasped in a quick breather, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and her body shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunette to have to sustain her friend.

The blonde removed her hand from her bottom of the inning, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet digit down in front of my face. The aroma was new to me, and my get-go puff caused my anterior naris to fully open up to take it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my mouth and reached up to take her finger inside. The salty, confection, musky smell was incredible on my knife. In addition to my new-found affection for the taste of pussy, I felt my prick starting to get operose again.

The girls were watching me with big smiles. But when they saw the result on my dick of licking the blond's twat juice off of her finger, they started to express joy, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that dick away. We had a not bad clip 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 blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a sometime thing. You don't need to know our name. We're in college, you're still in high school. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your rod and looking at us down below on the rock shelf. 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 table shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to hold it back to the brunette. She saw me start to displace towards her with the soil towel, held up a hand, and said,"livelihood it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the young lady put on their lid. The blonde stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the mouth. Damn, it made my dick pulse and start to grow. She said,"We will always be down there when you want to see us."I had no reply, as that was not what I wanted to hear. She leaned forward, for what I thought was going to be another easy parting kiss, and she put her sassing firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my lower lip into her rima oris, and bit down hard on it. Her bite broke the cutis and it hurt, but it was all it took to make my cock 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 ledge below.

The brunet stepped forward and hugged me with her coat of arms around my waste. Her left hand gently grabbed my tool in my pant leg, and caressed it from theme to tip. She said,"I didn't get to extend to your dick while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her grip got a minuscule firmer on my jibe, and again, my pre-cum made a wet smudge on my shorts.

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

The brunette's sassing was close to my ear, and she whispered,"I'm sorry, Jackie and I agreed to which one of us would stroke your dick, and it would only be a one-time affair. You are perfectly capable of getting yourself off now, and we will be on presentation for you down on the rocks ledge anytime you are ready."

At this point, it was evident the fille were going to be straight to their Scripture : 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 arms around her shoulders and pulled her dead body fuddled against mine."My gens is Amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi Amber, I'm will. You are a tremendous woman. I know you got turned on today and I want to smack you again."

That said, I slid my correct hired man down inside the back of her two-piece, across her smooth stub, and my fingers found the wetness at the tush of her pussy. I had never felt anything as soft, hot and slippery as gold's twat backtalk. As I played with her soft lips, her stifle got imperfect and I had to hold up her with my pull up stakes arm around her waist. Amber put her face close to mine and kissed me hard. I pulled my hired hand out of her bikini, and brought my fingers to my oral cavity to taste her. She pulled her mouthpiece back, giving space for my fingers. As soon as I brought my hand to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own succus from my stiff digit. I held my finger's breadth between our mouths, and we shared the wonderful flavor of her snatch 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 sleep together if I can save my loyalty that this is a one-time thing. It was fun to act like this, but I need your hawkshaw inside of me, and that can't go on right now. When I saw you naked, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's deal, 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 territory for me -- a woman confessing her desire to be with me. At a loss for words, and all of the sexual energy redirected as aroused energy, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friends down on the ledge. I 'm sure you will cipher out your feelings. The future meter you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

amber shook her head and smiled. She gave me one endure kiss. I could still feel the welt on my lip from Jackie 's sharpness. We dropped our embrace, and she looked into my eyes one survive time, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

Amber picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the lead to the rock shelf below. I watched her walk away, saddened by her divergence, but still feeling very aroused from the heap of her nubile body .