Chapter One

Our family had moved to a sign of the zodiac just three blocks off of the Pacific sea. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the edge of a drop overlooking the water system. Below the cliff was a wide, smooth, rock'n'roll ledge, facing due western United States, that when the ocean was calm, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the topical anaesthetic university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 feet wide at its panoptic breaker point. With all of the raw bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it hard for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable space, to see down to the rock ledge below. Thus it was a very private cove. The manner of walking down from the drop, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular accession to the water'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 check, where it was a short walk down an easy sloping lead to get on the ledge, and then it was about a xv minute stroll southward to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to explore the neighborhood, and found the steep and narrow trail that led down to the rock ledge below. My environs were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would extend. On my second day in the locality, standing atop the drop-off, maybe three floor above the rock ledge below, I noticed about a dozen people down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly learn music from a portable tuner well below my advantage point. There was a very narrow crevasse in the rock ledge, about 10 pes across and 30 feet in distance, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a gentle wave to lift them up where they could catch onto a handhold senior high school on the rock candy, and lift themselves out of the pee. I didn't really notice much more than than that, not paying conclude aid to the mass below me, I was focused on the trail and how to navigate it down to the rock 'n' roll ledge.

The trail was steep, with home that each foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, skimpy and muscular from playing sportsman in schooltime, physical exertion was not an return. In my new environment, was light getting used to wearing zilch but my display panel shorts, but walking in thong, on a unconscionable, downhill lead, caused me to focus on the following pace, and not thinking about what I would receive at the end of my journey. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the come together end of the cove, providing an open eyeshot of to the Dame Rebecca West. The sun was high, and there were no shadows to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two things became plain, there was not a male in group that lay on the Rock, and every lady friend was topless.

At 18 days old, I had not seen a naked woman in the bod. I had kissed a few girls in my high-pitched school class, but never got farther than heavy petting over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I wanted. The popular cleaning woman's bathing costume at this time was a bowed stringed instrument bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the thin twine across the rear. I was not wearing sunglass, and squinted to confirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the girl in the cove was wearing a top. They were laying on their abdomen or back, or sitting up facing the body of water. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to swallow, and I felt a slight prominence in my card underdrawers, the form that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two girls in the pee below, But when a good sized undulation lifted them up, they grabbed a grasp of the careen shelf, and pulled themselves up onto the open, and stood up. They were dripping with the warmly sea water, and both tilted their heads back to let their farseeing whisker drop behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their brain to gather all of it up and wring the water out. They were topless, with no tan channel, and their mammilla were much darker brown than their tegument. My virgin oculus were singularly focused on those brown nipples, perfectly round, erect from the light lead brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their small, firm breasts. I stood in awe, my sum pounding in my breast. Not being able to inhale, I felt my dick grow fast and hard, pointed down the properly leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. nobody had noticed me standing at the dorsum of the cove, and even if they had, I could not move to get away. Frozen, both because of the scenery of nearly nude statue, immature adult female before me, lofty than my wildest fantasies at the fourth dimension, and also because my dick was so voiceless, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an unnatural emplacement, I couldn't take a step.

My mental capacity was on overburden, and I wished this very second of my liveliness would never end. The two little girl from the water were wringing-out their farseeing, dark hair, laughing with big white smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their lean, tanned consistency, naked breasts, and long peg, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet bikini bottoms were clinging tightly to their shapely tooshie and pussies. I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling on myself. I had known for year that I like girls, but what I was feeling at this bit was more like a hunger for girls, well beyond just liking them. My center were feeding on the sight of them, but there were former character of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard pecker, in its downward position, was really starting to hurt. I thought I needed to direct the pressure off, and reached down with my correctly paw to stretch out my short circuit, and lift my dick as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must suffer squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet place on the battlefront of my putting green board shorts.

As my regard went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two girls from the ocean went to their towels and lay down on their 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 side by side motility, a couple of the girls rolled over from their breadbasket onto their rachis, exposing their knocker to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly perfect even tans over their entire eubstance, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan phone line, with their two ashen breasts standing in contrast to the surrounding brown skin. While I observed that their nipple varied somewhat in size and color, with the areolas seemingly capping the decimal point of each breast, I did see distinctly, different shaped teat on three of girls. On their breasts, the areolas appeared puffy, with a soft looking, fleshy nipple on the top. Why the scene of the puffy nipples sent an extra jolt of electricity to both my brainpower and my hawkshaw, I didn't know, but I liked it. One of the three puffy mammilla young lady had a very coloured tan, with no tan assembly line and shadow, dingy puffy nipple. She must have been Malayo-Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tone was an incredible dark mocha colouration. The other two, both red-header, may suffer been sisters, or even Twin. Their skin was pallid compared to everyone else on the John Rock ledge, and their breasts were as white as milk, with big, intumescent, light pink nipples. It was difficult for me to end staring at them, for reason I didn't understand. I was so turned on by each of the girls in front of me ; I didn't notice every fuzz on my body, like my peter, was standing at attention.

I finally took a late breath. And then another. I needed my dick to moderate a bit if I was going to take the air anywhere. My mettle beat slowed to where I couldn't find it pounding in my pinna, and my tool released the pedigree it was holding enwrapped. Now that I thought I could walk, it was time to figure out where to go. The most incredible scenery I had ever witnessed was laid out before me in the cove. I began walking along the Confederate States of America edge, closer to where the girls lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the variety of tits I was seeing for the first clock time. Some had pointed, erect nipples, others soft, lowly cumulus. The skin colouring ranged from white to dark brownish, with many of them firmly standing up, others, larger, spilling over the sides of the chest. I started to notice many other feature of these beautiful young lady ; the curvature of their shoulder, the way their haircloth fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, firm round butts, and the hillock 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 flux into my prick once again. The freckles on their faces, necks, arms, and chests were such a turn on to me. A few of the girl were covered in freckles, and the lentigo flowed on to their tit, and I had to look away to avoid stopping in my tracks to gaze.

As I reached the dear girlfriend from where I entered the cove, she was lying on her spine. I could now see her knocker were the largest of the radical, filling her bureau and covering the side of meat of her body as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her head, she picked up her bottle of oil, squirted some in her leftfield paw, applied it to the center of her chest, and then with both work force rubbed it over her plump knocker and flat abdomen, causing her garden pink pap to become erect. My head was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in disbelief of what I was seeing, but loved the feeling of my pith pounding in my chest. As I looked at their incredible organic structure, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was unseeable. In twenty-five steps, I passed all of them, and made a hard left turn to follow the rock shelf out of the cove.

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

I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to question what would be my next movement. I began to realize there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the girls again. With that intellection, my nub started to race, and I could feel the fervour in my full body. I was concerned though ; that the girl simply ignored me on my first pass because it was the easiest thing to do. No yell or encounter -- and I would be gone and leave them to enjoy their occult cove. But a second pass might be unlike. It would be easy to deduce at that full point I was zero more than a teenage peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back ? Well, I had no alternative and would cause to walk past them all to get off the shelf and back up to the street where I lived. I took a deep breath, and headed back north to the cove.

I approached the edge of the cove slowly, and stopped to count around the corner. It was the hottest part of the day, and now all of the miss were now on their animal foot. 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 waving to cast in so they could safely jump in the water. I watched as fille after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their poke shut, dropping down into the ocean. They each came up, forefront tilted back, clearing their hair from their font, and smiling. They were all treading water, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the area where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the last of the girls leap 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 northerly to access the path to the lower road and cause my way back through the neighborhood to my house.

That night, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the prat of the drop, down on to the rocks, and seeing the topless little girl, my breathing stopped. My putz 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 point in my Whitney Moore Young Jr. life, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of hint, and had a mess of wet cum in my underclothes. I enjoyed my wet dreaming, vaguely recalling some of the phantasy about daughter in the dreaming, but I really liked the relaxed feeling of my dead body after the event. I just wished I could will myself into a wet pipe dream as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the lifelike cause was for it to find. That night, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the middle of Nox, when I was still feeling contractions in my groin after the tiptop of my wet dream orgasm. My hips were still slowly thrusting my dick into the mattress beneath me, my testicle were tight against my torso, and my cum was still warm on my tummy. My experience at the cove, seeing all those bare-breasted girls, gave me the best wet pipe dream I ever had. How could I keep this feeling going ?

The cove became my escape. I went nearly everyday day after I returned house from school. On the weekend, there were too many rubberneck walking the rock ledge, and while some of the girls came to tan on the rocks, they did not sunbathe topless. My routine on weekdays and school vacation was to ask my opera glasses and sit above the cove, at the top of the cliff, and watch the little girl. I got to pick out the habitue, and looked forward to seeing them show off their consistency. I would sit back away from the drop, as I did not want them to view me looking at them. As I watched through my binoculars, from time to fourth dimension, one of them would shield the sun from their oculus and look up to the top of the cliff. I would just lean back, out of purview for a few proceedings, and then would re-start looking at their brilliant bare chest when they lay down to work out on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did supply the fille cover from being viewed by people in the two houses on either side of the cove, every so often, someone would walk to the bound of the property'boastfully outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to expose to the public. I was doing just the Sami, albeit with a little more frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my watch, pump out rich amounts of pre-cum on my leg, and every few Nox, have another wondrous wet dream.

After a few week of viewing the missy from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a schoolhouse holiday, but not a work holiday. From my past experiences viewing the cove, I knew there would be a lot of missy on the rocks that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my panel shorts and change of mind, I had walked down from my house to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the westward 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 lots attention today, I had failed to walk very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to take up my position. Unknowingly, that would turn out to be a problem for me in the second hour of my watch.

As I sat gazing at the various girl arrive in the cove, singly, in yoke or small groups, I truly love watching the unconscious process of them getting settled. offset they would kick-off their flip-flops and spread out their beach towel, some placing a folded towel on the careen to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their bathing causa cover-ups or jersey. Lastly, they would unbrace their drawstring bikini tops and uncover their supple breasts, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulder joint. I sat on my butt, human knee bent, feet flat on the ground, with my concentrated gumshoe in the right leg of my board shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not have any peripheral device visual modality.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to seem up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two girl, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikinis, shades, and wide-brimmed, straw hats. They were both carrying big beach dish over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit bodies, and smooth tan skin, they were probably in their early twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was hard to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful suntanned organic structure ; well-proportioned rose hip, and ample bosom, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I'm sure the formulation on my face was one of seismic disturbance. And as I sat looking up at them, the blond said to me,"Hey pervert, what are you doing up here ?"

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

The brunet said,"crap. There are no whales this time of year."

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

The blonde took two quick stair and was now standing in movement of me and said,"The simply affair you are looking at in those binoculars are the breast of me and my girlfriends down there while you watch us and jack off. We see you almost every time we come to the cove."

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

The brunet, stepping closer to me, intervened,"crap, pervert. You sit up here all day stroking your dick 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. for sure my dick gets severe looking at your beautiful bodies, and it leaks a lot of pre-cum while I'm watching, but I only cum when I have wet dreams."

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

How old you ? Do you jerk off ... or whatever it 's called for girlfriend ?,"I fired back."And I don't jerked meat off. My pre-cum passing water out when my dick gets squeezed, that's all."

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

"No, never,"I said
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The blonde and brunette stood above me, looking at each former, mouthing words back and forth I couldn't hear. I was getting scared they were talking about taking me to my home and telling my parents where they found me. I figured I could out run them once we got on the pavement of the road, and I said,"What are you two talking about ? What are you going to do with me ?
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The 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 earth, said,"That wet spotlight from your pre-cum is pretty far down your drawers. Show us your dick. We want to see how big it is."

Somewhat unsure about my options at this point in time, I said,"It looks pocket-sized 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 daughter exchanged a glimpse, 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 show you how to jack off. It's really easy, and if you like your wet dreams, you are really going to care this."

The brunet added,"My admirer here is going to throw you one of her peculiar 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 land directly behind me. She said,"Now why don't you take off those instrument panel shorts and sit here on this towel."

I looked over my shoulder at the towel, my marrow now pounding in my chest, my throat dry, and seemingly gasping for intimation. A girl I didn't get laid just asked me to remove my pants, and expose my putz, out in populace. 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 shorts off. You sit up here and view 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 knees in front of me, bringing her face to roughly the same level as mine. The brunette was sitting with her legs crossed, behind me, on the boundary of the towel. I was still sitting in strawman of the towel, and the brunet grabbed my shoulder joint and pulled me backwards. I fell on to my back, on the towel, and my feet momentarily lifted off the footing as I had lost my Libra. The blonde moved swiftly, grabbing the waistband of my control panel shorts with both hand, and pulled them down to my ankle joint. I found myself lying on my back, totally naked, staring up at two young woman in bikinis, who obviously weren't done with me.

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

The brunette started to pluck me up into a sitting situation, and when I get situated with my trunk erect, I found myself leaning directly against her body. I could find her soft tits pressing into my back. I took a deep breather through my nose, and it was filled with the sweet odour of her hair and the coconut oil on her skin. That was sufficiency to ca-ca my dick start to grow again.

The blonde noted out tatty,"It's adept to see something's coming back to life."At that very consequence, I was aware she was staring at my dick, and I became uncertain if it was going to instill her, and it started to soften again.

The blond said,"Aww, is this your first time with a girl ? You scare so easily. You need to relax. 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 frighten away you off, but since you claim you don't bonk how to name yourself cum, we are going to show you how."She reached her hand out and caressed my cheek, and added,"peach, the first footmark is that your gumshoe needs to get hard."

I looked down at my cock, shrinking in nervousness. The girls were still wearing their sunglass so I couldn't see their eyes and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my prick, waiting for it to get hard on its own. They both could easily feel my anxiety. Without saying a word, the blond removed her hat. She had a long Daniel Chester French tress, and looked jr. without the hat on. As I watched, she reached behind her and pulled on the depress string of her two-piece top to untie the knot. The cloth triangles covering her tit loosed their handle, but still covered what I craved to see. That move had the sought after gist on me as my pecker pulsed, and slowly began to replete with rip. It went from completely minuscule and gimp 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 growth of my erection stalled before it was solidly hard. I was sitting naked in populace with two girls that were strangers to me, and I was still uncertain of their intention. 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 string and her top fell on to her lap exposing two beautiful, gabardine knocker, with minuscule, quarter-sized, light pink nipples. Her nipples were soft—barely protruding from above the open of the ring of color. I hadn't looked up into the blond's dark glasses in a while as I was admiring her titty, letting the close up vista of them make my dick get even harder. While distracted by the sensuous eyeshot of her teat, I didn't see her reaching for my shot. When she grasped my dick, it startled me and had the reverse effect from what we all wanted. She gave me a warm, reassuring smile, slid her hired hand off my dick, and brought her hands up to her breast, covering them and the small mammilla that had hypnotized me. All the piece smiling at me, she caressed both boob, and I watched as her soft touch modality made her nipples get erect. Once her small nipple were fully rear, she grabbed them between her thumb and exponent finger and squeezed them gently. She let go, briefly, so I could see her unvoiced mamilla, then she lightly rubbed her tanned fingers over her white meat, gently caressing her tit. That panorama 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 nipples with her fingers, the brunette unexpectedly dropped her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my mamilla and squeezed them, maybe a fiddling too difficult, I thought. That sent a huge jolt through my stallion physical structure, making my hard prick pulse twice, and the clear, slippy pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the top of my dick on to the cock. The blonde said, seemingly to herself,"I think he's set up to be jacked off now."

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

As the blonde leaned forward to fill the back talk of the brunet kneeling behind me, it placed her rightfield breast up against my exit brass. I immediately turned my lip to the left and caressed her breast with my slightly parted lips. I moved a fiddling farther toward her, and suddenly realized her nipple was within reach. I traced her nipple along my upper and abject lip. Then, seizing the opportunity, I stuck out my clapper, and gently licked her nipple. I heard moaning from the oral fissure above me, but didn't know if it was from the girlfriend'kissing or my soft sucking on her tit. Either way, it turned me on.

The female child broke their buss, 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 sexiest soundbox part I had ever seen—or sucked on. The blonde, still wearing her sunglasses, brought her rightfulness hand up in front of me, and said,"OK, to jack off, place your thumb and index finger together to form a ring. And then slide it over your dick, like this."

The mind of my dick was swollen to a much prominent size than she could make with her finger and thumb. When she shoved it down over my head, every muscle in my organic structure twitched. She slowly slid it down to the pedestal of my shaft and then started back up. I felt my peter get even harder. On her retard stroke back up, the clear pre-cum began to ooze out out of the tip again. It ran off the brain, and started down the shaft. When the blonde's hand met my juice, it ran onto the back of her deal. I swallowed hard as now I knew I was no longer in control of my senses, the two miss were. Finishing the upstroke, the blonde slid her hand all the way off my prick and lifted it to her sassing, tasting my pre-cum.

"Hmm,"she said."It's sweet."And she reached over and offered the back of her hired man to the brunet, who extended her tongue to taste my juices. I was mesmerized, seeing the brunet's spit, licking my pre-cum off of the blonde's small suntanned hand. When she had licked it houseclean, the blonde resumed stroking my dick, but my pre-cum would only piss it slippery for a couple of cam stroke, then it got sticky and she couldn't smoothly stroke me. She stopped stroking and firmly grasped the base of my shaft, causing my swell head to grow purple.

She said to the brunette,"Can you helping 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 countersign. I was leaning against the brunette's chest, and could feel her tits pushing into my cover. 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 torso and made my pecker pulse.

The blond made her men slippery with the oil, and placed them around my calamus. True to her word, she was stroking me with the rope made by her thumb and finger. Her grip was just the right hand pressure as she stroked up and down, while her former hand cupped my ball, gently massaging them. She only went all the way up over my head word every five or six shot, and it was the most pleasure I had ever felt—much better than my wet dreams.
I felt my muscles begin to tighten in my tum and groin. I was focused on the blonde's boob as they jiggled from side-to-side as she stroked me. The teat were no longer erect, but they were still very sexy, alight atop her small, strong pap. The brunet was caressing my nipples, both fully erect. She was rubbing her tit on my rear, and I could feel 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 blond alternated one tight, slow CVA, with two, lightness, tight strokes, and my psyche was scrambled. The muscles in my abdomen and groin fasten further, I took a rich breath, and my pecker pulsed one more time. Even I was impressed with the sizing of my putz as my orgasm approached.

My heart moved from the blonde's tits to my dick. My sinew were flinching, and I wondered if this is what happens in my wet dreams. I could experience every muscle in my physical structure lead off to reduce. I felt the hot release of cum, leaving my clump, flowing up my shaft, and I started to moan from thick in my throat. But at the outset speech sound I made, the brunette's hands immediately left my chest and they both tightly covered my mouth. She whispered softly to me,"Shh… child. Everything is going to be all right."Not even my breath could escape my lungs now.

The moment she covered my mouth and stifled my groan, my orgasm started. I was looking at the blonde's hand stroking my pecker, and she had changed her traveling bag, so that her ovolo was rubbing on the rear end side of my shaft, all the way up to the tip, and her sparse fingers softly stroked the top side. The pleasurable build-up started min 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 take in hit my face if not for her hands. Cum was splashing against the back of her hands, dripping to my breadbasket, and it surprised me with how hot it felt. My face was contorted in pleasure, and I was trying to get by the clasp of the brunette. The blonde stopped stroking and grasped my dick firmly in both manus. It made my physical structure flip up and down, and I couldn't control myself. My cum was all over my dresser and stomach, and the smell of it reminded me of waking up after my wet dream.

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

I responded,"Great ! That was the safe orgasm I've ever had. You are both were wondrous 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 chest on her arms. She leaned her top dog against mine, and lightly nibbled on my ear with her teeth. For whatever reason, that injection iciness down my back and gave me goose-bumps, making my nipples harden again. She followed with a quickly hint of my teat, and then I felt her relocation to get up. I hadn't paid aid, but the blonde had already stood up. I laid back categoric on the beach towel, smiling, looking up at the girls. They each took turns helping the former tie their bikini meridian behind their necks 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 sunglasses. They looked younger than I thought—maybe barely 20 years old. The brunette put her arm around the blonde's waist and started talking softly in her ear. She stopped talking, and the brunet put her head on the blonde's shoulder. Nothing was happening, and I was wondering if sentence was standing still.
Just then the brunette placed her lead hand on her stomach, and slowly slid her foresighted finger's breadth down her toned belly and into her bikini. Her fingers moved to the bottom of her slit, hidden from my view, and she then pulled them back out. The blonde reached over with her right hand and took the brunette's arm, just above the carpus. The blonde guided the brunette's shiny, wet fingers up to her face, put them in her oral fissure, 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 hips were pressed against each other. The blonde took her veracious hand and put it into her own bikini bottom. Unlike the brunette, who reached in her bottoms and pulled her hand back out, the blonde kept her hand in her bottomland, and it looked like she was rubbing her finger up and down. The blond suddenly gasped in a warm breathing space, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and her consistence shivered once from head to toe, causing the brunette to have to keep going her friend.

The blond removed her hand from her bed, and instead of reciprocating with the brunette, she extended her wet finger down in front of my brass. The smell was new to me, and my first whiff caused my anterior naris to fully give up to remove it all in. As if it were a reflex action, I opened my mouth and reached up to pack her fingers inside. The salty, Henry Sweet, musky savor was incredible on my tongue. In accession to my new-found fondness for the tasting of kitty, I felt my dick starting to get hard again.

The girls were watching me with big smile. But when they saw the effect on my dick of licking the blonde's puss succus off of her fingers, they started to express joy, and the brunette said,"You're done. Put that peter away. We had a great 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 name calling ? When can we get together again ? You two are wonderful !"
The blonde replied,"We told you earlier this was a one-time affair. You don't need to know our epithet. We're in college, you're still in highschool schoolhouse. You can see us again anytime you want, sitting up here on your pole and looking at us down below on the rock shelf. That's all you get."
It was like she punched me in the belly and knocked the wind out of me. My smile disappeared. I pulled my panel shorts back on and gathered up the beach towel to generate it back to the brunette. She saw me protrude to make a motion towards her with the unclean towel, held up a deal, and said,"hold it -- something to remember us by."

I stood there dejected, as the miss put on their hats. The blonde stepped forward first, and softly kissed me on the lips. Damn, it made my dick pulsation and first 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 cushy part candy kiss, and she put her sassing firmly on mine. Unexpectedly, she took my lower lip into her sassing, and bit down hard on it. Her bite broke the skin and it hurt, but it was all it took to build my dick get fully hard again. The blonde looked me in the eye, smiled with a shamed grinning, and then turned and walked away, headed down the lead to the rock ledge below.

The brunette stepped forward and hugged me with her blazon around my waste product. Her left hand gently grabbed my prick in my pant leg, and caressed it from base to tip. She said,"I didn't get to touch your dick while Jackie gave you that handjob, and I desperately wanted to stroke it too."Her hairgrip got a little firmer on my calamus, and again, my pre-cum made a wet maculation on my shorts.

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

The brunette's lip 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 thing. You are perfectly able of getting yourself off now, and we will be on display for you down on the rock-and-roll ledge anytime you are ready."

At this point, it was plain the missy were going to be on-key to their tidings : one-time, and old only. I said,"You told me Jackie's figure, what's yours ?"

As she leaned to my ear to suffice, I put both my arms around her shoulder joint and pulled her physical structure tight against mine."My name is amber,"she said.
I replied,"Hi Amber, I'm Will. You are a terrific woman. I know you got turned on today and I want to taste you again."

That said, I slid my right manus down inside the vertebral column of her two-piece, across her smooth butt, and my fingers found the wetness at the buns of her pussy. I had never felt anything as indulgent, hot and slippery as gold's snatch back talk. As I played with her lenient sass, her knee joint got feeble and I had to fend for her with my lead arm around her shank. Amber put her case finish to mine and kissed me difficult. I pulled my hand out of her bikini, and brought my digit to my mouth to try her. She pulled her mouth back, giving quad for my digit. As soon as I brought my helping hand to my brim, she leaned towards me, and joined in licking her own succus from my surcharge fingers. I held my fingerbreadth between our mouths, and we shared the wonderful flavor of her twat together. It felt like my hawkshaw might finally rip its way out of my shorts.

Amber moved her head teacher back over to my go away berm. She whispered to me,"I do n't do it if I can sustain my commitment that this is a erstwhile thing. It was fun to play like this, but I need your gumshoe 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 hired man, 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 partner. 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 know much about you Will."

This was all new district for me -- a charwoman confessing her desire to be with me. At a departure for words, and all of the sexual vigor redirected as emotional energy, I said,"Go be with Jackie and your friends down on the shelf. I 'm sure you will figure out your smell. The next clip you come to the cove, I'll go down and see you."

gold shook her brain and smiled. She gave me one last buss. I could still experience the weal on my lip from Jackie 's bite. We dropped our embracement, and she looked into my eyes one finis time, and said,"Do n't be a stranger."

amber picked up her beach bag, turned, and started down the trail to the rock and roll ledge below. I watched her take the air away, saddened by her leaving, but still look very aroused from the sight of her nubile torso .