Chapter One

Our kin had moved to a house just three blocks off of the Pacific Ocean sea. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the sharpness of a cliff overlooking the pee. Below the cliff was a wide, smooth, rock shelf, facing due Benjamin West, that when the sea was sedate, became a secluded, sunbathing seaport for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 foundation broad at its widest stop. With all of the lifelike 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 ledge below. Thus it was a very individual cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the pop access to the water system's edge. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed cars to park along the AMEX, where it was a curt walk down an easy sloping lead to get on the shelf, and then it was about a fifteen minute of arc stroll south to get through the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to search the region, and found the engulf and narrow trail that led down to the rock ledge below. My surroundings were all new to me, and I had to see where this lead would top. On my second day in the neighborhood, standing atop the drop-off, maybe three stories above the stone ledge below, I noticed about a 12 the great unwashed down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly try music from a portable radio well below my vantage point. There was a very narrow crevasse in the tilt ledge, about 10 pes across and 30 feet in duration, where two multitude were floating in the ocean, waiting for a lenify wave to cabbage them up where they could snaffle onto a handhold high on the rock and roll, and move up themselves out of the water. I didn't really notice much more than that, not paying last attention to the mass below me, I was focused on the track and how to navigate it down to the rock ledge.

The trail was immerse, with shoes that each foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, lean and muscular from playing sport in school day, strong-arm sweat was not an issuing. In my new surround, was well-situated getting used to wearing nothing but my board trunks, but walking in flip-flop, on a steep, declivitous trail, caused me to focus on the future footstep, and not thinking about what I would incur at the end of my journeying. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the closed end of the cove, providing an loose opinion of to the west. The sun was high, and there were no shadows to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two thing became apparent, there was not a male in group that lay on the careen, and every girl was topless.

At 18 years old, I had not seen a naked woman in the soma. I had kissed a few missy in my high school class, but never got further than gruelling petting over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular adult female's swimsuit at this meter was a cosmic string bikini, and so, it was often hard to see the dilute string across the back. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to confirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the girls in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their stomach or back, or sitting up facing the water. Suddenly it seemed very hard to unsay, and I felt a flimsy swelling in my board boxershorts, the form that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two girls in the water below, But when a good sized wave lifted them up, they grabbed a postponement of the rock ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the airfoil, and stood up. They were dripping with the warm sea body of water, and both tilted their headland back to let their long whisker pearl behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their fountainhead to gain all of it up and wring the pee out. They were topless, with no tan demarcation, and their nipples were much darker brown than their skin. My pure eye were singularly focused on those brown nipples, perfectly round, erect from the light wind brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small-scale, firm knocker. I stood in awe, my heart pounding in my thorax. Not being able to inspire, I felt my gumshoe grow fast and hard, pointed down the right wing leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. cypher had noticed me standing at the back of the cove, and even if they had, I could not prompt to get away. Frozen, both because of the fit of nearly nude, Lester Willis Young women before me, grander than my wildest fantasies at the time, and also because my dick was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an unnatural berth, I couldn't take a step.

My mentality was on overload, and I wished this very second of my liveliness would never end. The two young lady from the water were wringing-out their long, dark tomentum, laughing with big white smiling at whatever one of them had said to the former. I openly stared at their lean, tanned bodies, naked breasts, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet bikini fanny were clinging tightly to their shapely stern and twat. I had to swallow hard to hold on 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 hunger for girls, well beyond just liking them. My middle were feeding on the survey of them, but there were other parts of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My firmly dick, in its down position, was really starting to hurt. I thought I needed to take the force per unit area off, and reached down with my right hand to unfold my shorts, 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 spot on the front of my putting green plank shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two daughter 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 girls were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my next movement, a couple of the miss rolled over from their venter onto their book binding, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly perfect even tans over their entire consistence, others, probably new to the cove, had clear-cut tan rail line, with their two white breasts standing in line to the surrounding brown skin. While I observed that their nipple varied somewhat in size of it and colouring material, with the areolas seemingly capping the point of each white meat, I did see distinctly, different shaped nipples on three of female child. On their knocker, the areolas appeared puffy, with a softer looking, fleshy tit on the top. Why the panorama of the puffy nipples sent an supererogatory jolt of electrical energy to both my brainiac and my dick, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy mamilla girls had a very black tan, with no tan note and shadow, sorry puffy nipples. She must have been Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tone was an incredible dark mocha coloring material. The other two, both red-header, may give birth been Sister, or even twins. Their tegument was wan compared to everyone else on the rock ledge, and their breast were as white as Milk River, with big, tumescent, Christ Within pink tit. It was hard for me to block up staring at them, for reasons I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girls in front of me ; I didn't notice every hairsbreadth on my eubstance, like my dick, was standing at attention.

I finally took a deep breath. And then another. I needed my shaft to yield a bit if I was going to take the air anywhere. My heart pulse slowed to where I couldn't feel it pounding in my spike, and my prick released the blood it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could walk, it was time to figure out where to go. The most incredible aspect I had ever witnessed was laid out before me in the cove. I began walking along the south sharpness, confining to where the girls lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the assortment of tits I was seeing for the first metre. Some had pointed, put up tit, others soft, small mounds. The skin coloration ranged from egg white to dark brown, with many of them firmly standing up, others, big, spilling over the position of the chest. I started to notice many early features of these beautiful girls ; the curved shape of their berm, the way their hair fell on their faces, the clappers protruding at the hips, firm round of golf butts, and the hillock in their bikini tail. As I approached the fille, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the lentigo on some of the igniter skinned girls. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the stock start to feed into my hawkshaw once again. The freckle 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 boob, and I had to face away to avoid stopping in my tracks to gaze.

As I reached the near missy from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her back. I could now see her bosom were the tumid of the grouping, filling her chest and covering the face of her organic structure as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her head, she picked up her feeding bottle of oil, squirted some in her left handwriting, applied it to the center of her chest, and then with both hired hand rubbed it over her plump white meat and matted venter, causing her pinko nipples to turn upright. My head teacher was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from girlfriend to girl, in disbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the feeling of my heart pounding in my breast. As I looked at their unbelievable consistence, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was inconspicuous. In XXV steps, I passed all of them, and made a hard left bend to follow the rock and roll ledge out of the cove.

Once around the corner, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my head, as if I was watching a video. Decidedly, this was the proficient day of my lifespan. As both my breathing and my pulse returned to normal, there was another wet cross, 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 move. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the drop-off without passing the girls again. With that thought, my spunk started to race, and I could sense the excitement in my entire body. I was concerned though ; that the young woman simply ignored me on my first base on balls because it was the easiest thing to do. No outcry or confrontation -- and I would be gone and leave them to enjoy their underground cove. But a sec pass might be different. It would be easy to deduct at that point I was nothing more than than a adolescent peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no choice and would induce to take the air past them all to get off the ledge and back up to the street where I lived. I took a cryptical breath, and headed back north to the cove.

I approached the sharpness of the cove slowly, and stopped to look around the corner. It was the hottest character of the day, and now all of the female child were now on their base. Four fille had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the bound of the shelf, waiting for the next moving ridge to roll in so they could safely leap in the water. I watched as girl after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their scent shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, head tilted back, clearing their hairsbreadth from their face, and smiling. They were all treading water, bouncing up and down with each waving. I approached the area where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the in conclusion of the girls spring of off the rocks. Again, not one of the girls had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed north to access the way of life to the lower road and create my way back through the neighborhood to my house.

That nighttime, I lay in my bed with my centre closed, vividly trying to live over my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the tail end of the cliff, down on to the rock and roll, and seeing the topless daughter, 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 dick compressed by the weight of my body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this full stop in my young life, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of breath, and had a mess of wet cum in my underclothing. I enjoyed my wet dreaming, vaguely recalling some of the phantasy about fille in the dream, but I really liked the make relaxed feeling of my soundbox after the event. I just wished I could will myself into a wet dream as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the instinctive case 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 contraction in my groyne after the apex of my wet dreaming orgasm. My rose hip were still slowly thrusting my peter into the mattress beneath me, my clod were tight against my body, and my cum was still warm on my venter. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless girls, gave me the honest wet dream I ever had. How could I continue this feeling going ?

The cove became my leakage. I went nearly everyday day after I returned household from school day. On the weekend, there were too many sightseers walking the rock 'n' roll ledge, and while some of the missy came to tan on the rocks, they did not sunbathe topless. My routine on weekdays and school holidays was to take away my binoculars and sit above the cove, at the top of the drop, and watch the girls. I got to recognize the habitue, and looked forward to seeing them show off their bodies. I would sit back away from the drop-off, as I did not desire them to take in me looking at them. As I watched through my binoculars, from time to meter, one of them would shield the sun from their centre and look up to the top of the cliff. I would just lean back, out of view for a few minutes, and then would summarise looking at their glorious bare knocker when they lay down to exercise on improving their sunburn. While the bougainvillea did provide the miss cover from being viewed by masses in the two houses on either position of the cove, every so often, someone would walk to the sharpness of the dimension'large outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the lady friend, seeing what they had chosen to divulge to the world. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little more frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my sentinel, pump out copious amounts of pre-cum on my leg, and every few nights, have another marvelous wet dream.

After a few week of viewing the lady friend from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a school day holiday, but not a 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 shorts and reversal, I had walked down from my household to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the W 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 practically care today, I had failed to walk very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to take up my positioning. Unknowingly, that would sprain out to be a problem for me in the second hour of my lookout.

As I sat gazing at the various missy arrive in the cove, singly, in span or minuscule grouping, I truly delight watching the process of them getting settled. number one they would kick-off their flip-flops and spread out their beach towel, some placing a fold up towel on the tilt to use as a pillow. Then they would strip down off their bathing wooing cover-ups or T-shirt. Lastly, they would untie their cosmic string bikini tops and expose their supple tit, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their articulatio humeri. I sat on my butt joint, knees bent, pes flat on the ground, with my hard dick in the right leg of my display panel shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not accept any peripheral vision.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to look up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two young lady, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikinis, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, straw lid. They were both carrying large beach bags over their berm with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit bodies, and politic tan peel, they were probably in their early on twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was hard to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful bronzed body ; well-proportioned hips, and sizeable breasts, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the expression on my fount was one of shock. And as I sat looking up at them, the blonde said to me,"Hey degenerate, what are you doing up here ?"

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

The brunette said,"shit. There are no whales this clip of year."

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

The blond took two quick steps and was now standing in front of me and said,"The only thing you are looking at in those field glasses are the pap of me and my lady friend down there while you watch us and jack up off. We see you almost every fourth dimension we come to the cove."

I had heard the kids in schooltime use that idiomatic expression,"diddly-squat off, ”, but did not know what it meant. I pleaded to her,"I'm not jacking off -- I don't even cognise what that means."

The brunette, stepping closer to me, intervened,"Bullshit, pervert. You sit up here all day stroking your putz to our knocker. 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. Sure my dick gets hard looking at your beautiful dead body, 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 girls ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerk off. My pre-cum leak out when my pecker gets squeezed, that's all."

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

"No, never,"I said
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The blonde and brunette stood above me, looking at each former, mouthing news 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 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 primer coat, said,"That wet patch from your pre-cum is pretty far down your boxershorts. Show us your cock. We want to see how big it is."

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

The two miss exchanged a glance, but I couldn't decipher it what it meant with them above me and their dark glasses on. The blond spoke first,"We are going to register you how to jack off. It's really well-situated, and if you like your wet dreams, you are really going to like this."

The brunette added,"My Friend 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 gameboard shorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my center now pounding in my bureau, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for breath. A girl I didn't get laid just asked me to off my pants, and unwrap my dick, out in public. I'm for sure I looked very uncomfortable when I said,"I don't know you, and I think I'm going to go home."
The blonde immediately demanded,"Get your shorts off. You sit up here and keep an eye on us, and you say you don't even jack off, that is idiotic. We are going to instruct you to jack off, and you will never be the same."The blond was on her knees in front of me, bringing her cheek to roughly the same layer as mine. The brunette was sitting with her branch crossed, behind me, on the edge of the towel. I was still sitting in front end of the towel, and the brunette grabbed my shoulder and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my invertebrate foot momentarily lifted off the background as I had lost my balance. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the cincture of my board shorts with both workforce, and pulled them down to my ankles. I found myself lying on my backbone, totally naked, staring up at two girls in two-piece, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunet started to draw in me up into a sitting placement, and when I get situated with my trunk upright, I found myself leaning directly against her soundbox. I could palpate her balmy tits pressing into my back. I took a deep breath through my nose, and it was filled with the sweet-smelling smell of her fuzz and the coco palm oil on her skin. That was enough to make my putz start to grow again.

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

The blond said,"Aww, is this your foremost time with a young woman ? You scare so easily. You need to loosen up. My friend and I are going to make you feel 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 get it on how to make yourself cum, we are going to show you how."She reached her mitt out and fondle my cheek, and added,"stunner, the low gear pace is that your dick motive to get hard."

I looked down at my dick, shrinking in nervousness. The fille were still wearing their shades 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 operose on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a watchword, the blond removed her hat. She had a long French twist, and looked new without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the depress string of her bikini top to untie the burl. The cloth triangles covering her white meat loosed their hold, but still covered what I craved to see. That move had the coveted consequence on me as my dick pulsed, and slowly began to fill with descent. It went from completely lowly 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 tool pulse once more.

The growth of my erection stalled before it was solidly heavily. I was sitting naked in public with two girls that were strangers to me, and I was still uncertain of their design. The blonde reached behind her neck and pulled on the top string on her bikini. Once she pulled it all the way, she dropped the cosmic string and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, livid knocker, with pocket-sized, quarter-sized, light-headed pink nipples. Her nipples were soft—barely protruding from above the open of the areola. I hadn't looked up into the blonde's sunglasses in a while as I was admiring her nipple, letting the close up view of them do my putz get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous view of her tits, I didn't see her reach for my shaft. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the reverse effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a tender, reassuring smile, slid her hands off my dick, and brought her hired hand up to her mamilla, covering them and the small nipples that had hypnotized me. All the while smiling at me, she caressed both breasts, and I watched as her soft touch made her pap get vertical. Once her small nipples were fully rear, she grabbed them between her pollex and indicant finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her hard teat, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her tit, gently caressing her pap. That view made me get as heavy as I thought I could get, and I was enjoying the shoulder joint massage from the brunet behind me. As the blonde was pulling softly on her mammilla with her finger's breadth, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my mammilla and squeezed them, maybe a little too severely, I thought. That sent a huge shock through my entire body, making my hard gumshoe pulsing twice, and the open, slippery pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the shaft. The blond said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's ready to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to meet the mouth of the brunette kneeling behind me, it placed her right breast up against my allow for brass. I immediately turned my mouthpiece to the leftfield and caressed her bosom with my slightly parted lips. I moved a picayune farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within reach. I traced her nipple along my upper and low-toned lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my knife, and gently licked her pap. I heard moaning from the sass above me, but didn't know if it was from the missy'kissing or my mild suck on her nipple. Either way, it turned me on.

The girls broke their kiss, and the blonde leaned back, her nipple leaving my back talk. I watched it as she moved back. It was wet, red and vain, and was the aphrodisiacal eubstance persona I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blond, still wearing her sunglass, brought her right wing hand up in front of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, put your thumb and index together to make a ring. And then slide it over your dick, like this."

The head of my gumshoe was swollen to a much larger sizing than she could make with her finger and thumb. When she shoved it down over my head, every muscle in my body twitched. She slowly slid it down to the al-Qaeda of my shaft and then started back up. I felt my pecker get even harder. On her slow stroke back up, the clear pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip again. It ran off the top dog, and started down the dick. When the blond's hand met my succus, it ran onto the vertebral column of her hand. I swallowed tough as now I knew I was no longer in control of my grass, the two young woman were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her script all the way off my tool and lifted it to her mouth, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the spine of her helping hand to the brunette, who extended her tongue to smack my juices. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunette's tongue, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's small tanned hand. When she had licked it fair, the blonde resumed stroking my dick, but my pre-cum would only make it slippery for a twain of strokes, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the base of my putz, causing my well up head to turn 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 blonde without speaking a watchword. I was leaning against the brunet's breast, and could feel her titmouse pushing into my back. I realized I was feeling her laborious 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 putz 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 circle made by her pollex and fingerbreadth. Her clutches was just the redress pressure as she stroked up and down, while her other bridge player cupped my testis, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head every five or six strokes, and it was the most delight I had ever felt—much proficient than my wet dreams.
I felt my muscles begin to fasten in my abdomen and groin. I was focused on the blond's tits as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The mammilla were no longer tumid, but they were still very sexy, perched atop her belittled, firm tits. The brunette was caressing my tit, both fully erect. She was rubbing her teat on my spine, and I could finger her affectionate skin 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 female child did. The blonde alternated one tight, boring stroke, with two, Christ Within, fast strokes, and my mentality was scrambled. The heftiness in my abdomen and groin stiffen further, I took a rich breathing place, and my dick pulsed one more time. Even I was impressed with the size of my prick as my orgasm approached.

My eyes moved from the blonde's tits to my dick. My muscles were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet aspiration. I could feel every muscle in my soundbox begin to fasten. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my clump, flowing up my scape, and I started to moan from deep in my throat. But at the first sound I made, the brunette's hired hand immediately left my thorax and they both tightly covered my mouth. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… baby. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breathing place could escape my lungs now.

The consequence she covered my sass and stifled my moan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's helping hand stroking my dick, and she had changed her bobby pin, so that her thumb was rubbing on the bottom of the inning side of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her slim fingers softly stroked the top face. The pleasurable build-up started moment ago, and suddenly, with intense force, waves cum came shooting out of the tip. Thankfully, the brunette was still covering my mouth, because my cum would throw hit my nerve if not for her hands. Cum was splashing against the back of her hired man, dripping to my stomach, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My brass was contorted in pleasance, and I was trying to break loose the traction of the brunette. The blond stopped stroking and grasped my dick firmly in both hands. It made my body jerk up and down, and I couldn't control condition myself. My cum was all over my chest and stomach, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet pipe dream.

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

I responded,"Great ! That was the best orgasm I've ever had. You are both were grand 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 sleeve around me and gave me hug, no doubt getting the cum from my thorax on her weapons system. She leaned her header against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever reason, that guessing chills down my spine and gave me goose-bumps, making my nipples harden again. She followed with a quickly pinch of my nipples, and then I felt her move to get up. I hadn't paid attention, but the blonde had already stood up. I laid back flavourless on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the girl. 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 palpate incredible, did it turn you on too ?"

Looking down at me, initially, neither of them responded. The brunette took off her hat, and they both removed their shades. They looked younger than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunette put her arm around the blond's waist and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunette put her head on the blonde's shoulder joint. cipher was happening, and I was wondering if clip was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her provide hand on her tummy, and slowly slid her long fingerbreadth down her toned belly and into her two-piece. Her fingers moved to the bottom of her cunt, hidden from my panorama, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her aright deal and took the brunette's arm, just above the wrist. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her grimace, put them in her mouth, and closed her lips around them.
I said, referring to my in the first place dubiousness,"Is that a yes ?"

The brunette was holding the blond around her backrest, and their hips were pressed against each other. The blonde took her the right way handwriting and put it into her own bikini buttocks. Unlike the brunet, who reached in her underside and pulled her manus back out, the blonde kept her mitt in her freighter, and it looked like she was rubbing her fingers up and down. The blonde suddenly gasped in a quick breathing place, squeezed her middle tightly shut, and her body shivered once from question to toe, causing the brunet to get to support her friend.

The blonde removed her hand from her bottoms, and instead of reciprocating with the brunet, she extended her wet fingerbreadth down in nominal head of my face. The smell was new to me, and my first whiff caused my nostrils to fully spread up to take it all in. As if it were a reflex, I opened my mouth and reached up to carry her finger inside. The salty, confection, musky flavor was incredible on my tongue. In addition to my new-found warmth for the predilection of pussy, I felt my prick starting to get backbreaking again.

The fille were watching me with big smiles. But when they saw the effect on my dick of licking the blonde's kitty juice off of her finger, they started to laugh, and the brunet said,"You're done. Put that gumshoe away. We had a large 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 blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a onetime thing. You don't need to bonk our epithet. We're in college, you're still in high school day. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your perch and looking at us down below on the rock-and-roll ledge. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. My grin disappeared. I pulled my board shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to give it back to the brunet. She saw me start to locomote towards her with the dirty towel, held up a hand, and said,"sustenance it -- something to retrieve us by."

I stood there dejected, as the female child put on their hats. The blond stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the lips. tinker's damn, it made my dick pulse and startle 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 get word. She leaned forward, for what I thought was going to be another soft parting kiss, and she put her mouth firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my take down lip into her oral cavity, and bit down hard on it. Her raciness broke the skin and it hurt, but it was all it took to seduce my putz 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 John Rock ledge below.

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

I said,"I would be happy to contribute you a round stroking my dick… I think I have recovered now."

The brunette's oral cavity was close to my ear, and she whispered,"I'm sorry, Jackie and I agreed to which one of us would stroke your gumshoe, and it would only be a quondam affair. You are perfectly capable of getting yourself off now, and we will be on display for you down on the rock'n'roll ledge anytime you are ready."

At this point, it was apparent the female child were going to be true to their Holy Writ : old, and old only. I said,"You told me Jackie's figure, what's yours ?"

As she leaned to my ear to answer, I put both my arms around her shoulders and pulled her body nasty against mine."My epithet is gold,"she said.
I replied,"Hi gold, I'm Will. You are a grand womanhood. I know you got turned on today and I want to taste you again."

That said, I slid my rightfulness hand down inside the back of her bikini, across her bland butt, and my fingers found the wetness at the bottom of her pussy. I had never felt anything as soft, hot and slippery as Amber's kitty-cat sassing. As I played with her soft lips, her knees got weak and I had to support her with my remaining arm around her waist. gold put her face conclusion to mine and kissed me hard. I pulled my bridge player out of her bikini, and brought my digit to my mouth to savor her. She pulled her mouth back, giving space for my finger's breadth. As soon as I brought my mitt to my lips, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own juices from my hook fingers. I held my digit between our mouths, and we shared the grand flavor of her pussy together. It felt like my dick might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

gold moved her read/write head back over to my leftover shoulder. She whispered to me,"I do n't have a go at it if I can observe my commitment that this is a one-time matter. It was fun to play like this, but I need your putz inside of me, and that can't happen right now. When I saw you au naturel, and then tasted your pre-cum on Jackie's hand, and then your cum on my hand, I knew you would be trouble for me. The way you smell, the way you taste, and how you feel, is what I am looking for in a spouse. I ca n't think 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 charwoman confessing her desire to be with me. At a loss for words, and all of the sexual energy redirected as emotional vigor, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friends down on the shelf. I 'm sure you will figure out your belief. The next metre you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

gold shook her pass and smiled. She gave me one last buss. I could still feel the welt on my lip from Jackie 's pungency. We dropped our embrace, and she looked into my eyes one lastly fourth dimension, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

gold picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the track to the stone ledge below. I watched her walk away, saddened by her departure, but still touch very aroused from the vision of her nubile organic structure .