Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2020 12:47:28 -0500
From: drmoocow@gmail.com
Subject: Seven Days of Pleasure, Chapter 29

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SEVEN DAYS OF PLEASURE

Chapter 29 Cruise Day 7, Sea Day, later in the evening (teen, a number of
m/f combinations, m/m, LOTS of teasing)


"Well, FUCK. That just fucking sucks."

Eric and Andrew stood just inside the door that led out to "their" hot tub
in their swim trunks, and Eric was not happy. Every night that week, the
teens had congregated in that hot tub, and now it was like... like holy
ground, really. However, tonight, it was occupied by a group of
college-aged kids who didn't look like they were going anywhere for quite a
while.

"What are we going to do now?" Eric asked, exasperated.

"We'll come up with something, don't worry," Andrew offered. He was getting
upset himself, seeing how upset and disappointed his boyfriend was.

"I dunno," Eric said as he ran his hand through his hair. "This was
like... This was OUR place. Not theirs," as he jabbed a finger towards the
hot tub. "Why couldn't they find somewhere else to go?"

"Well, hmmm. It might be a little cramped, but we could still get together
in our cabin or something. That's private enough, if we're quiet," Andrew
said.

"Yeah, I guess that would work, but it's not as comfortable... I mean,
there's 9 of us. We'll be stacked on top of each other in there."

"I'm not so sure that's a bad thing," Andrew said with a smirk.

"I like how you think," Eric said, finally relenting and smiling at his
boyfriend.

"What's up, guys?" Mark said as he and his sister approached from the
elevators. "There some sort of problem?"

"Well, yes and no," Andrew said, indicating that the newcomers should look
out the window.

"Shit!" Megan exclaimed. "What are THEY doing in OUR hot tub?"

"Uh, sis, it's not *really* ours, y'know..." Mark said.

"You know what I mean," Megan said, rolling her eyes.

As each of the kids arrived, they had roughly the same conversation about
the hot-tub-nappers, followed by Andrew suggesting his plan of hanging out
in their cabin. Once Marco showed up, the last one again, they made their
way down to spend the evening in the boys' cabin.

* * * * *

It was cramped, but they all found a seat where they were somewhat
comfortable. Mark sat beside Megan on the couch, with Jon seated on the
floor between them. Marco and Amy sat with their backs to the wall, their
legs stretched out in front of them. Adam sat in the armchair, with Rachel
in his lap (without complaint from either of them) while Eric and Andrew
stretched out on the bed.

In turn, they told each other about the day they'd had. Rachel gushed about
the painting of her that Adam had produced, while Andrew was excited to
share the news that his mother would be working at Eric's parents'
company. Amy had spent the day with her sister, just puttering around.
Marco had spent the last day of the cruise soaking up the sun. And then
Mark, Megan and Jon took turns reliving the excitement of the afternoon,
from the scavenger hunt where Jon dropped trou in front of a crowd all the
way up to how Mark and Megan's father now believed that Mark and Jon had
jerked off together. Megan, still a little nervous about sharing too much
about her and her brother, shared a knowing glance with him and then
telepathically agreed that they were on the same page about not sharing too
much.

By this time, all of the boys sported hard-ons and it wasn't hard to
tell. There was a fair amount of fidgeting going on, and then Eric had an
idea. "Have you guys ever heard of sexy dice?"

All of them shook their head, except Amy, who asked, "Is that the thing
where you roll a pair of dice that say things like 'Fondle' and 'Kiss' and
stuff?"

Eric nodded. "How about we play a variation of that? We'll have two cups,
one with pieces of paper with each of our names on it, and another with an
action that we have to do to that person?"

Everyone thought that sounded like a lot of fun, so Andrew went to find a
pen and paper. He returned with two sets, and handed one to Eric. "I'll get
the names, you get the actions?" he asked.

Eric nodded again, and the boys scribbled down things on their papers, the
rest of the teens returned to quiet conversations in their groups. The
papers were torn up into little strips, the names placed into one drinking
glass and the others into another.

"Ready!" Eric called. "So I've put down nine different actions here. I
figure we'll start somewhat tamer, and after everyone's gone, we'll put in
a few more that aren't so tame. Sound good?"  Everyone nodded. "And if we
pick same-sex people, we're just going to go with it?" he asked.

When nobody objected, Eric asked, "Let's draw to see who goes first."

* * * * *

Rachel's hand searched through the glass as the game began. Her name had
been drawn, and it was agreed that whoever's name was drawn last would
partner with Rachel for their task.

"Hmm, let's see, I drew... Marco. And for the other one... It says, 'You
must lick your partner's ear seductively for 60 seconds.'" Marco looked
rather pleased with this, and waved Rachel over.

She knelt, straddling his legs, and scootched forward until their bodies
were pressed up against each other. She could feel his cock through their
swimsuits, and while it wasn't completely hard, it also wasn't completely
soft.

"Ok, ready, go!" Eric started the timer.

Rachel leaned forward and kissed Marco's left ear, gently blew into it,
traced around the outer edge with her tongue. His breathing hitched at the
intimate contact, emboldening her. She continued down to the bottom of his
ear, pausing to nibble softly on his earlobe, causing him to sigh.

Releasing his lobe, her warm breath on his face was turning him on
incredibly. And when she inserted her tongue into his ear and tickled him
with the tip, she definitely noticed his cock getting completely rigid
below her. Comparing it to Adam's, she came away with the thought that Amy
was a lucky girl too.

Marco whimpered as she continued to tickle him, until Eric called
time. Slowly, she pulled back, but not before giving him a kiss on the
cheek and a smile. She then returned to sit on Adam's lap in the armchair.

"Ay caramba," was all Marco could say, a noticable lump in his swim trunks.

"OK, Marco, your turn," said Eric.

Marco reached into the first glass and drew Megan's name, and after pulling
out a paper from the second glass, said, "It says: Have your partner stand
in the middle of the room, then undress them - without using your hands."

With a smile, Megan took her spot in the center of the circle. Marco slowly
circled her, his hands behind his back, examining her bikini, planning the
best way to complete his task. After a moment, he asked her to lean her
head forward and gather up her hair in her hands, which she obliged.
Leaning in, a shiver ran down her spine as she felt his warm breath on the
back of her neck. Moments later, she felt his lips gently graze her skin as
he tried to capture the bikini string between his teeth. It took several
tries, but Marco finally managed to grasp the string and slowly pulled
back, until the knot let go. Releasing the string, her top fell, only held
in place by the lower string now. Given the all-clear, she released her
hair and stood up straight.

Marco moved his attention to the knot at her back. Megan squirmed and
giggled as he tried to repeat the maneuver, but because the strings in the
knot weren't as long, he was having more trouble with it. After a few
failed attempts, he tried to pick up the string with his tongue. Megan
gasped and stiffened at the wet contact, and on the second go with this new
plan, Marco succeeded in capturing it between his teeth and victoriously
pulled back. When the knot let go, he was rewarded with her top coming off
completely, now hanging from his mouth by a string. Adam and Jon cheered,
and the others congratulated him on his success.

He then turned his attention to her bottoms. Marco dropped to his knees and
settled into position in front of her. "You are ok with this, yes?" he
asked, looking up at her.

"Sure, go ahead," Megan agreed.

With that, Marco eased in until his face was pressed gently into her
abdomen. Gentle like a bunny, he carefully caught her bikini between his
lips and slowly pulled down. Inch by inch, her sex became exposed, and it
wasn't long until Marco's nose tickled her clit. She inhaled sharply and
moaned slightly as he bumped into her sensitive button, and she could feel
herself becoming aroused at the feeling of his breath on her snatch.

Once her bottoms were low enough, he released them and they fell to the
floor, leaving Megan standing unashamedly nude in the middle of the room
and causing a round of applause from the others.  He leaned down and picked
them up in his teeth, then presented them to Megan as if he were a dog.
She laughed and accepted them, then patted him on the head. He then
returned to his spot next to Amy, where the two of them had a good laugh
together.

"So I guess I'm up next, huh." Dipping into the glasses, Megan drew Adam's
name. "And I have to "do... 'Arouse your partner by playing with their
nipples for 60 seconds.'"

Adam slithered out from under Rachel and took his place in the middle of
the room. Because of the difference in height, Megan had to bend at the
waist slightly to position her head at the right height and placed her
hands on his hips for stability. Her back was to Mark and Jon, and she shot
them a glance with a smile and a wink, because as she bent over, she spread
her legs a little and gave them a good look at her ass and twat. Mark
squeezed Jon's shoulder, and Jon nodded imperceptably to him.

"And... go!" Eric started the timer.

Megan licked her lips, then gently made contact with Adam's warm, smooth
skin. She kissed around his areola, and once it stiffened, she flicked at
his nipple gently with her tongue. She sucked it gently, getting it wet
with her saliva, then pulled back and gently blew on it. Adam closed his
eyes and gasped at the cool air, arching his chest forward as it desired
more attention.

As she placed her mouth on his chest again, she slid her hand up his body
and gently rubbed his chest, savouring the feeling of his smooth hairless
skin. And when Megan nibbled on his nipple, Adam moaned quietly and his
hands balled up in pleasure.

Sticking her tongue out, she drew a line from one side of his chest to the
other, and began paying the same attention to his other nipple. Feeling
saucy, she grabbed an ass cheek with each of her hands and gently massaged
it through his swim trunks, which earned her another moan.

Adam was really getting into it. Both of his nipples were so aroused they
could cut glass at this point, and as Rachel gave his chest one last kiss,
Eric called time.

"Aww, really? Can she go again?" Adam asked with a smile. "I was really
enjoying that." Everyone laughed.

"So we see," Andrew called, indicating the tent in the front of Adam's
trunks. Adam smiled.

"Alright. So, I've got.... Amy, aaaaand... 'You and your partner must trade
swimsuits for the remainder of the round.'" Adam's eyebrows shot
up. "Uhh... I have to put *this*" - pointing at his crotch - "into
*there*?" - pointing at Amy's bathing suit.

Everyone snickered at the thought, while Eric called, "That's what you
drew, that's what you do."

Adam shrugged and smiled. "M'lady?" he said, offering Amy a hand to get up.

Standing, Amy quickly shucked off her revealing one-piece suit. "Come on,
then," she said with a laugh, "don't keep a lady waiting," and with that,
grabbed the waistband of Adam's trunks, pulled it away from the front of
his body, then straight down. Within seconds, he stood there as naked as
she was, his hard cock pointing at her.

"I hope I don't stretch your suit too much," he said as she handed it to
him.

"It's lycra, it should stretch without too much of a problem," she replied,
slipping into his trunks, which were not overly too big for her. She did
have to do up the drawstring tighter to prevent them from falling down.

Meanwhile, Adam seemed perplexed as to how to get into Amy's suit, which
entertained the girls to no end. "Here, Adam, let me help," Amy said. She
knelt down and gathered the suit into a pile, leaving two holes for him to
step into. She started to look up at him and was surprised when her nose
bumped into his dick. "Well, hello there!" she said to it, eliciting a
round of laughter. She gave it a quick peck on the foreskin-covered head,
and stage-whispered so everyone could hear, "Not now, I'll see you later!"
and looked up at Adam with a wink.

Laughing, he stepped into her suit, and she began to pull it up his
body. "Arms!" she commanded, and steered them into the correct
holes. Within seconds, she had him all suited up, his cock bulging
obscenely in the front. The suit was tight enough so it left no secrets,
but not so tight that it was painful. His still-hard nipples poked through
the fabric as well, making their presence known.

"Wow, Adam, that suit brings out your eyes," catcalled Mark.

"It really suits your figure," Andrew added.

"Well, thank y'all, y'all're too kind," Adam replied with a smile. Without
hesitation, he stepped over to the armchair, picked up Rachel like she
weighed ten pounds, then settled back into the chair with her on his lap.

Amy stood in the middle of the room showing off her tits, which Marco was
eyeing with a grin. She smiled back at him, then stepped over to the
glasses.

"Jon, you're up," she said. "And we have to... Ooh, I like this one. 'You
and your partner must melt an ice cube between your bodies.'"

He scrambled up and stood in the middle with her. "Ok, so how should we do
this?"

"Well, I'd say let's hug, and someone can put the ice on our chests, and
we'll take it from there."  Jon nodded his assent.

The two of them got into a hugging position, her tits pressing against his
chest, which made his cock twitch. "I felt that," she whispered, "and it
felt nice," not wanting to embarass him. Jon blushed a little and smiled at
her.

Eric grabbed an ice cube and asked if they were ready. When they said they
were, he dropped the ice between her tits, where it landed between their
bodies. Amy squealed and Jon gasped.

After about 30 seconds, the initial shock of the ice wore off. But then it
started melting, and a slow stream of very cold water started trickling
down their bodies, which made them dance a little.  This caused the cube to
slide over to dry skin, where the cycle began again.

"Ooh, that trickle is turning into a river!" Amy cried, drawing in breath
sharply. Everyone giggled.  Jon could feel her nipples poking into his
chest like little pebbles. With each movement, they traced little circles
on his skin, which was getting him hard. Amy looked into his eyes and
smiled.

After about a minute of ice dancing, Jon squealed like a little
girl. "Jesus... it just made its way down to my nuts!" This cracked
everyone up. By this time, he was seriously boned up and his member was
poking quite obviously into her.

Before too long, the cube had melted completely and the two friends
separated. It looked like each of them had wet their pants, the front of
their suits soaked. Jon took this opportunity to rip off his ice-cold wet
trunks. "Soooo... cold..."

"Let me help you with that," Amy said, and grasped his cock with one hand
and his balls with the other. She stroked his member a few times, which
caused him to gasp.

"Mmmm, that feels nice. Your hands are so nice and warm."

Once he had warmed up sufficiently, he looked at his trunks, soaked in the
front. "Fuck it, I'm not putting them back on," he said, tossing them
towards the door. His dick pointing the way, he stepped over to the
glasses.

"Ok, so, Andrew," he said, drawing the first paper. Opening the second
paper, he added, "'You and your partner must undress each other, then you
must make out for two minutes.'" Looking at Andrew, he added, "I guess you
have it easy for the first part."

"Guess so," Andrew said, joining Jon in the middle.

Tenderly, Jon pulled out the waistband of Andrew's trunks and slowly pulled
the drawstring. When it was undone, he lowered them slowly, exposing
Andrew's semi-hard cock inch by inch. Andrew kicked them off once they hit
the floor, and the two naked boys looked at each other. Jon stood
awkwardly, not sure what to do.

"Come on, I won't bite... unless you ask me to," Andrew said with a smile,
breaking the ice. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Jon, who
snapped out of it and returned the embrace.  Andrew's dick started to get
completely hard from the intimate skin-on-skin contact. It wasn't long
until the boys were swordfighting as they stood in the middle of the
group. Eric started the timer.

Tentatively, Jon gave Andrew a peck on the lips, then pulled back and
looked for Andrew's approval.  With a smile, Andrew leaned in and planted a
real kiss on Jon, who responded and returned the kiss.  Opening his mouth
slightly, Andrew's tongue gently probed Jon's lips and soon was invited
in. Their tongues danced and parried, one exploring the other's mouth, soon
followed by the other turning the favour.

By this time, both boys were fully hard and a bead of precum formed on
Jon's cock. It was quickly rubbed away as the boys started to grind against
each other.

Jon had never kissed a boy before - heck, he didn't have much experience
kissing girls either - but you wouldn't know it from watching them. Andrew
reached up and put his hand on the back of Jon's head, pulling him as close
as possible as they continued to kiss; Jon, on the other hand, reached down
and grasped Andrew's ass, kneading it like a loaf of bread, pulling his
body near to his own.

"Time!" Eric called. Neither Jon nor Andrew paid any attention to him, as
they were off in their own little world.

"Uh, guys? Time?" Eric said again after a few seconds had
passed. "Guuuuys..."

Slowly, reluctantly, the two boys broke the kiss and smiled at each
other. "Mmmm," said Jon.

"Mmmmhmmm," said Andrew.

"That's my boyfriend you were snogging there, mister," Eric admonished Jon
with a smile. "Don't wear him out, I'm going to need him later tonight."

Untangling themselves from each other, Jon turned to return to his spot
between Mark and Megan, when Andrew's hand shot out and gave him a playful
swat on the ass. Jon yelped and everyone laughed.

Andrew reached into the first glass and drew Mark's name. From the second
glass, he pulled out a paper and read it aloud. "'Your partner has been a
bad boy or girl. Strip them naked, then lay him or her down across your
knee and give them ten good spanks.' Wow, Mark, what did you do to deserve
a spanking?"

Mark shrugged and replied, "Jon?" Everyone laughed.

Andrew stepped forward and yanked Mark's swimsuit down, causing his dick to
flap around as it bounced out of its polyester prison. "Careful, you'll put
an eye out with this thing," Andrew said as he caught it in his hand.

"Sorry, sir," Mark answered. "Won't happen again."

Andrew sat on the edge of the bed, his feet shoulder-width apart and his
hairless cock pointing at the ceiling. He patted his knee and looked at
Mark. "This is going to hurt me a lot more than it's going to hurt you,
son," he said in a mock-fatherly voice, earning a few chuckles.

"Bullshit," was the reply, with a smile. Mark bent over and assumed the
position on Andrew's leg.

"Oof!" Andrew gasped. "You're heavier than you look, fucker," he said, and
without warning, gave Mark a solid swat on his right buttcheek. Mark
stiffened at the sharp unexpected contact.

"Whoa! You could at least wait until I'm ready."

"Sorry, couldn't resist," Andrew apologized, then with an evil grin on his
face, gave Mark another good swat, on the left cheek this time. "Sorry, it
slipped!" Mark couldn't help but laugh with everyone else.

"Ok, are you ready?" Andrew asked.

Mark sighed. "Go for it," he said.

Andrew rubbed Mark's behind for a few seconds, then planted three spanks,
one after the other, in the spot he had rubbed. Mark grunted after each
swat.

After a pause, Andrew asked, "How are you doing? Am I doing this too hard?"

"Nah, you're fine, I just haven't had a spanking in like 8 years or
something. I'm out of practice," Mark replied.

Andrew warmed up another spot on Mark's other cheek, then delivered another
three swats in quick succession. Andrew looked down and saw that Mark's ass
was turning red, and hoped that he wasn't hurting his friend too much. He
was surprised when he felt Mark's hard-on pressing into his leg - Mark was
getting aroused by this, and suddenly he didn't feel as bad about it.

Deciding to get it over with, Andrew delivered three more swats, this time
bridging the crack of Mark's ass, completing his task. When Mark stood up,
his hard cock was on display for everyone to see. Andrew was about to
return to his spot on the bed with Eric when Mark stopped him.

"Uh, chum, I think your math is a little off," he said.

"What do you mean?" Andrew said, turning to face him.

"Your instructions were to give me ten spanks, you gave me eleven," Mark
said. A few of the others nodded.

Andrew pondered it for a moment, adding it up. He'd given one swat to each
cheek, then three to each side, then three across both. "Well, shit, I
did. Sorry about that."

"So I guess I need to give you some change," he added with a devilish
smirk. The room was completely silent, everyone staring at Andrew to see
how he'd react.

Andrew blushed a little, then agreed. He turned and bent over at the waist,
preparing himself for a good swat. And a good swat it was - he yelped after
Mark wound up and gave him a very solid smack across both cheeks, and the
room exploded in cheers.

As the pain radiated out, he found his cock harder than it had been in
ages. He wasn't sure he understood it fully, but he was now starting to see
why Mark's dick was as stiff as his own. His task completed (and then
some), Andrew returned to his place beside Eric, who gently rubbed his bum
where he had just been swatted.

"Guess you're up, bud, you're the last name left," Mark said to Eric. He
nodded and got into place in the center while Mark drew from the other
glass. "'Strip your partner naked, then masturbate them for the next five
minutes, but do not let them cum.' Wow, man, you really wrote yourself into
some blue balls, didn't you?" Mark said with a big grin.

"I was hoping I wouldn't get that one," Eric laughed.

Eric's Speedos were barely containing him by this point, he was so
hard. Carefully, Mark untangled his friend's cock from the thin material
and within seconds had dropped his swimsuit to the floor.  Mark spit on his
hand, then gingerly wrapped it around Eric's member.

"It's not going to bite you, y'know," Eric said. "Might spit at you, but
definitely won't bite."  Mark smiled and got down to business. Andrew
started the clock.

Mark stood behind him, reaching around and tugging at Eric's cock as if it
were his own. He could feel his own cock nestling comfortably in his
friend's asscrack, the warmth enveloping him. It was not entirely
unpleasant, he thought.

With his other hand, he reached up and rubbed Eric's nipple, and gently
blew into his ear. Eric gasped at all the stimulation and practically
melted back into Mark. It occurred to Mark that this was the third cock
he'd had in his hand in two days, counting his own. His prick twitched and
Eric gasped again. "Having fun back there?" he whispered, "Because it's
pretty awesome up here."

Smiling, Mark continued stroking his friend at a steady pace, occasionally
pausing to rub his fingers under the sensitive head, like he did to himself
during his own sessions. He felt a hitch in Eric's breath every time he did
this, and knew that what he was doing was working.

He lowered his left hand from his friend's chest and grasped his
nuts. Extending his middle finger, he gently rubbed at the perineum,
earning him a moan for his troubles. By this time, Eric was biting his lip
and running his hands through his hair, his body on fire with arousal. He'd
been turned on since the beginning of this game, and his fuse was running
short. Mark was doing a *very* good job at this, and he could feel his
climax approaching.

As if he had a sixth sense, Mark abruptly stopped and released Eric's
genitals, and moved his hands to Eric's stomach. Barely touching him with
only his fingertips, it drove Eric wild, but wasn't enough to push him over
the edge. Goosebumps raised where Mark grazed his skin.

When his pending orgasm had backed off, Mark slowly traced his way down
Eric's torso, past his belly button, and across his shaven pubic
region. With a single finger, he dipped into a bead of precum that had
formed at the end of Eric's cock, and lazily spread it down his
length. Mark grasped him again, but stayed motionless apart from a gentle
squeeze every now and again that had Eric moaning.

Mark whispered sweet nothings into Eric's ear as he played with his
friend's cock, keeping him close to orgasm but not letting the wave of
pleasure overtake him. Eric's eyes were rolling back in his head and he
almost drew blood biting his lip so hard with anticipation.

And that's when Andrew called time.

Mark took a step back, releasing Eric, who suddenly felt empty and
unfulfilled. It was all Eric could do not to grab his own cock and finish
himself off, but he knew that it wasn't allowed as part of the game, so
with a great act of will, he kept his hands at his sides.

A round of applause greeted him when he opened his eyes again. He turned
and hugged Mark, whispering, "You are such a tease, I love it!" Mark
returned the hug, then returned to his spot on the couch. His own cock was
leaking precum, and without a word, Jon reached over and scooped some up
then stuck his finger in his mouth. He waggled his eyebrows at Mark and
smiled.

Once Eric had recovered a bit, he took the last paper out of the
glass. Rachel joined him in the middle of the room, and they read in
unison. "'Strip your partner naked and go down on them for five minutes. Do
not let them cum.'" Rachel looked very happy, and Eric looked... off.

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked him. "Is it me?"

"God, no, it's not you. It's just that... I've... I've never done this
before. And vaginas are scary!" he exclaimed with a nervous smile. "I've
never done this before... hell, I've never seen a girl naked up close
before!"

"It's ok, you can do it," Amy comforted him. "Think of it as an inside-out
cock," earning a laugh.

"That's... mildly disturbing," Eric replied. "Oh well, nothing ventured,
nothing lost, right?" With that, he made eye contact with Rachel, who
indicated he could proceed. He reached around her back and slowly undid the
knot holding her bikini top closed, then lifted the loose material over her
head, baring her breasts. He then knelt down and grasped her bikini bottoms
on both hips and slowly lowered them to the floor, until she stood in front
of him totally nude.

Even a gay teenager can appreciate the naked female form. His cock
throbbing with excitement, he guided her over to the bed where she sat down
on a towel, then laid back and spread her legs, giving him access. Crawling
on all fours, Eric took up position between her legs, his ass in the air.

He was still a little nervous as he approached her. Recalling some of the
conversations he'd overheard at school, he didn't immediately dive in, but
rather took a slow approach. He started by kissing her inner thigh as he
grew nearer to her sex, only to pull back again and kiss her other thigh in
a similar manner. Rachel moaned quietly at the attention, already having
been aroused for the better part of the game when she had been teasing
Marco's ears. To now finally be free of her swimsuit and having a handsome
boy between her legs, well, she was a happy girl.

Once he had reached the top of her thighs, he had a look at what he was
working with. She'd shaved earlier that day, so he was greeted by a
hairless vagina, her outer labia a deep red, displaying how aroused she
was. He reached up and gently touched her, spreading her lips with his
fingers.  Tentatively, he stuck his tongue out and parted her inner labia,
getting his first taste of pussy.

As soon as she felt him, Rachel gasped. His touch was like a whisper,
gentle like a kitten, but a little clumsy, like a puppy. Either way, it was
working for her, and she began to get even wetter.  Emboldened by her
reaction thus far, he pressed on.

His tongue slowly followed the curve of her body until he came to her clit,
and when he made contact with that, Rachel moaned quite loudly. Andrew
quickly handed her a pillow to muffle her face with, lest she arouse any
suspicious (among other things) from Eric's parents next door. Eric paused
for a moment to see if there would be any reaction from the adjoining
cabin, and when none came, he returned to the job at hand.

He licked her from stem to stern again, and was rewarded with a muffled
moan when he reached her clit again, flicking around it with the tip of his
tongue. Every once in a while he made direct contact with it, and it was
like a firecracker went off as she bucked her hips into his face. It wasn't
long until pussy juice was smeared all over his face, but he didn't mind at
all, if he even noticed.

As he continued to concentrate on her clit, he ran a finger down her twat
until he found her opening. Gently he inserted his finger into her cavern,
her muscles contracting around his intruding digit. After withdrawing
almost all the way, he continued to finger her and got into a rhythm with
her, his finger entering her as she raised her hips to make more contact
with him.

All the while, he continued to lap at her, and her moans were almost
constant. Even through the pillow, she was being kind of loud, and for a
moment, Andrew considered passing her a second pillow.  In the end, he just
sat back and watched his boyfriend give her the time of her life.

She arched her back when he inserted a second finger into her, and then
again when he swapped the position of his mouth and his hand. He lapped at
her opening, tasting her dripping cunt as he rubbed her clit wildly. Her
legs were splayed wide open, giving him as much room as he needed to
pleasure her as he was.

She grabbed his head and ground his face into her sex, his tongue fucking
her while his fingers worked their magic on her button. And without
warning, she came hard like a freight train, her juices flooding into her
pussy, almost drowning the poor boy. Rachel squealed as her climax flowed
through her, and Eric kept at what he was doing, not slowing down even a
hair. Her fluids were so plentiful that they were dripping off his chin
now, soaking into the carpet below.

As her first orgasm slowly came to an end, Eric swapped positons again and
returned to flicking her clit with his tongue, ramming three fingers into
her sopping cunt. Before long, she was squealing again as a second orgasm
followed the first, once again flooding her canal with cum as her vaginal
muscles contracted, gripping his fingers in a vice. Her body physically
vibrated like a plucked guitar string as wave after wave of ecstacy crashed
over her.

She lay there panting for what seemed like an eternity.

As her climax subsided the second time, he slowly pulled his fingers out,
and gave her twat a kiss.  Slowly sitting back on his heels, his face
covered in her fluids, he smiled. He wasn't positive, but he was *pretty
sure* he'd done well his first time out.

Andrew sheepishly called, "Time?"

* * * * *

Once Rachel had recovered, she shakily returned to Adam's lap, where her
pussy continued to slowly leak onto Amy's swimsuit that Adam was
rocking. Eric had wiped off his face and gathered up the towel she had been
laying on - it was drenched. He tossed it into the shower and returned to
the group. His cock had not softened at all - it continued to point the
way, bouncing as he walked.

"Well, that didn't go exactly as planned," he said, "but I don't think
anyone's complaining, are "they?"

Rachel shook her head no, with a smile.

"So, who's ready for round two?" Eric asked.


* * * * *


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