A Bet, Ball-juice, and a Boat

A Bet, Ball-juice, and a Boat

Clark and I engaged in just about any challenge one could imagine. Sports. Contests of wills. Daring feats. You name it.

Bored with finding new dares Clark blurted out, "We should do one that includes our girlfriends. Like, who can last longer getting a blowjob."

I knew his mind, "You just want an excuse to get into my girl."

"Is it such a crazy idea? It's not like you don't want Nance."

"They would never go for it."

"I betcha they would."

Now he'd invoked the word 'bet'. I was intrigued, "What makes you think that?"

"Nance and Gemma are just as competitive as we are. And Nance wants to spice things up. So if I can get my girl on board yours will follow."

He had a point, "So, like a blowjob contest? 'Cause honestly, Gemma's not that good at it and I can last forever during one of her blowies."

"Well, firstly, it should be Nance sucking your dick, and she gives excellent head, even if it's not her favorite thing to do. But secondly, to get Nance to really buy in we just have to appeal to her special kink."

I raised one eyebrow, "And what is her kink?"

He evaded the question, "Do you like to eat pussy?"

"Yea, and Gemma loves to get it. How will that get them to commit?"

"OK, listen up, we're gonna eat the two girls, and being girls they won't cum in thirty seconds so it'll be a fair contest. But it's not about making them cum fast." He paused for a bit for dramatic effect, "The contest will be to see which of us can lick the longest."

"No problem. I could suck a puss for an hour."

"Oh, I don't mean like normal pussy eating. Ever heard of queening? Your girl's gonna sit on your face and smother you until you tap out. Give up too soon and you won't get to cum. Hold out too long and you'll suffocate."

What's to stop my girl from just taking it easy on me?"

He laughed, "OK, in that case, your girl will be riding me and Nance will be riding you. And that my dear friend is what will make Nance want to do it. For the spice of doing her favorite kink on a new man's face, AND competing with Gemma.

I smiled a wicked grin, "It just might work. We can do it Saturday night before the trip to the lake. Then I brought up the obligatory and most important part of a bet, "Now, whatta I get when I win?"

We had bet many things over the years but now that Pandora's sexual box was finally opened the wager he offered seemed fitting, "You mean when I win... When I win I will have humiliated you by proving that I can eat your girl's pussy better than you. So when I win you should be even more humiliated by having to give me a blowjob."

"I already told you I can eat pussy for hours. It's gonna be Nance forever comparing my amazing oral skills to your lame attempts. I'll definitely win. Not only will it be you blowing me, but you'll do it out on the boat in broad daylight."

"Deal."

"Deal."

A couple days later Clark texted me that he had presented his idea to Nance, "She's all ready to do it! And she says she'll have no trouble convincing Gemma."

"Really? How so?"

The same way we convinced Nance - by appealing to Gemma's secret kink."

"Gemma doesn't have any secret kink."

"She sure does. Though it wouldn't be a secret if you knew it. But Nance says the girls share every little thought with each other."

"What is it?"

"She won't say. But I guess we're gonna find out Saturday."

I started really thinking about Nance's body. I was gonna get to see her naked! I opened up Gemma's photo album and looked at pictures of Nance. Pictures of her in leggings. Pictures of her in a bikini. Any picture that would feed my imagination.

And boy did they! She had small tits compared to Gemma's big knockers. But then again, Gemma's sagged. However, as a positive, she had a tight small ass. I'd never had a girl queen me before, but contrary to what a lot of other guys seem to want in a queen, I didn't want big buns to envelope my whole face.

I became obsessed. All day long I'd be thinking about licking her pussy. Then I'd have to go rub one out. I even texted Clark, "Does Nance shave or is she natural?"

He never questioned my interest, "She's trimmed. Delightfully furry. And its brown unlike the blonde up top. What about Gemma?"

Of course I shared too, "Cool. Gemma's totally bald. Better than shaved. She had it lasered off so there's never stubble."

Then he admitted what we both knew, "I can't wait to taste your girl."

"Me too!" He even confessed that he'd been holding off, abstaining in preparation for the big day. After that we talked about something else then hung up.

On Saturday Gemma and I felt awkward. She showered twice and changed her outfit three times before she asked, "Do you think Clark is gonna like me - down there?"

"Oh baby, you got nothing to worry about. He already knows you're smooth and he says he can't wait."

She slapped my arm, "You told him!?"

"You know he's gonna see, er, feel, for himself in about an hour!" She couldn't look me in the eyes just then. "Besides, you tell Nance everything." Then she shot me a guilty glare. I pushed it, "Speaking of which, what's your secret kink?"

"I need my earrings from the bathroom."

I followed her there, "Come on. Tell me." She blushed and buried her face in her hands, "I can't." But she kissed my cheek, intentionally copying my words from a minute earlier, "Your gonna see, er, feel, for yourself in about an hour." And she laughed somehow both nervously and evilly.

When Nance opened the door to let us into her apartment Clark was already there, "If it isn't James, my boat buddy. It's not so much that I'm gonna be happy when I win, but you're gonna be very unhappy when you lose."

"You got that right. It's all about you losing." I was all bravado, but really I just couldn't take my eyes off Nance's crotch knowing it would soon be more than a feast for just my eyes.

The girls traded glances, "What did you two bozos bet this time?"

Simultaneously Clark and I both blurted out, "He's gonna blow me on the boat tomorrow."

If that wasn't enough of a jinx both girls then said, "You mean I won't have to?"

Gemma got feisty, "I'm really going to love seeing Clark sucking my boyfriend's cock."

Nance offered her own retort, "No. I'm the one who's really gonna enjoy seeing James be a cocksucker to my boyfriend's really big cock."

Just then the timer dinged and the pizza was ready. But all through dinner the two girls were cold toward each other. Finally Gemma spilled, "I don't like that she called my boyfriend a cocksucker!"

Clark tried to ease the way, "Hey, whichever of us becomes the cocksucker it's all fine. We'll just pay the bet and move on, right James?"

"Of course, it won't mean we're gay or anything. It's just a bet. Probably no worse than when Clark lost a bet last year and had to trim my toenails."

Both girls made a disgusted face and an "Eeeww!" Then they agreed that as much as they didn't like blowjobs the toe thing was worse.

It was Clark who broke the silence, "Do you really want to see James, er, one of us, suck the other off?"

They hooted and high fived and generally acted excited. Then Nance added, "Absolutely! And swallow. It'll be so hot I might have to jump Clark's boner right after. Well, unless he wins, then he'll be all spent, even if he does think he's Superman. She looked right at my mouth as she said it. Clark was right about her being competitive.

I turned to Gemma, "You, you think it's hot too?"

"So hot that anytime you blow Clark I'll lick your balls the next time I give you a blowjob."

"Wow. That's really saying something. Losing might not be that bad. Not that I'm gonna lose."

Then Nance asked me, "What if I make you lose?"

Clark nudged her, "You gotta play fair. Them's the rules. And the rules are inviolable."

It was Gemma who asked, "To be fair... don't both of us girls have to try our hardest to make our queening partner lose?" And we all saw the truth of it.

After that the girls were friendly and cozy again. Too cozy. In fact, they seemed to be concocting some scheme together.

Post dinner, with shaky hands and a nervous voice Clark declared, "I guess it's time to get started."

Nance took charge, "You two lie down side by side right here."

Gemma wanted more, "Don't forget to strip first." I was petrified to lay it all bare in front of Nance. What if Clark really did have a huge cock and she thought mine was small? Except that I've seen Clark naked before. Not erect, but I think I would know. I took a deep breath then ripped off my T and shorts. We were then both naked in front of both girls. Nance didn't even seem to notice or care. On the other hand, Gemma came over for a closer look.

Unexpectedly, she grabbed both our dicks and started commenting. At first I felt a strange pang of jealousy which made little sense considering what we were about to do. Then I was sure she was going to notice one of us was bigger. Surreptitiously, I examined Clark's penis, then looked back at mine. Then I saw him doing the same thing before I measured his visually yet again. To my mind we were twins.

But girls are odd creatures. She brushed Clark's face gently, "Look at how Olive his complexion is." Then she brought her hand back to his penis. "And see how dark this dick is." Next she brushed my face. I recoiled a little as I realized she was rubbing my face with the hand that had been on Clark's moist member. "While your complexion is kinda pink, but your little friend is so ruddy." I hated that she called it little in front of Clark and Nance. I hated that she was handling his manhood. And somehow I was sure she was saying that olive dicks were better than pink ones.

She pulled our two peni together so they were lined up and touching. Was the little stirring I felt because our dick skin was in contact, or the natural reaction to a woman's hand fondling me? I fought it. All she said was, "Fascinating."

We lied down on the carpet about two feet apart so our thighs wouldn't touch. We had some things to hammer out, "Time to set the rules."

Clark started, "Each girl queens the other guy. If he can't hold his breath and taps out he loses. And the last man to cum sucks dick." Then he mocked me, "Or if he doesn't cum at all while she's riding his face he'll still be a cocksucker." What I never mentioned was my secret weapon, when I used to swim I'd practiced holding my breath and was pretty good at it.

I stared right at Nance, "Oh, I'll be coming just fine." I had been imagining how this would play out for days, "She should do it reverse cowgirl." They all agreed.

Clark mentioned a couple more rules, "The girls can be as brutal as they want with the facesitting but if her guy actually passes out then that's total victory for the guy."

Nance was the one who feared taking it too far, "Meaning?"

He thought on the fly, "Meaning he, no, both guys, get to have her sexually in any way shape or form immediately upon recovering."

Gemma piped up then, "And if the girl has an orgasm it's an automatic win for her."

Nance continued, "We need to tie them up."

I questioned that, "What? Why?"

"So you don't touch us. I didn't come here to be groped by my friend's boyfriend."

I had more of a statement than a question, "THAT'S what you're worried about?"

Gemma bit her lip, "We didn't bring any rope."

But the ever foolish Clark had a solution, "Just use our belts." And in a minute our hands were strapped to our sides."

I glared at the two girls impatiently, "It's your turn to get naked." They did it reluctantly with some encouragement, "Tops too. Since I'm gonna get 'tortured' I should at least see some bodacious boobies."

When they were nude I declared, "Wow! Nance, I'm floored at how beautiful your titties are." Then it occurred to me that Gemma wouldn't like it if I paid too much attention to Nance. "I mean you both have fantastic breasts. Different, but equally great."

"You really think my little mosquito bites are as good as Gemma's jugs?" She seemed incredilous.

"Well, first of all, they're hardly mosquito bites. You've got a perfect size to cup with my hands. If I weren't tied up my hands would be taking the place of a B cup bra right now. Maybe a C cup even."

"That's exactly why your hands are tied."

I teased with a secret hope, "They'd be a perfect mouthful too."

Our hot babes seemed uncertain how to start until they whispered together before kneeling between our legs. Clark was overexcited, "You're not gonna blow us? Are you?"

"Don't be silly. We just want to get you hard." Gemma started stroking my dong deftly while Nance pulled on Clark's with uncoordinated yanks. No wonder she was good at blowjobs.

Then my worst nightmare took shape, "I think Clark's IS bigger. Just like I said."

The girls were competing again, "Only by a half inch. Maybe only a quarter inch." Gemma squeezed my base tight, "Actually, I bet they're the same size."

Clark couldn't let that go, "It's a bet then! If we're not the same size you two girls do a sixty-nine tomorrow."

Gemma balked, "I'm not doing that! But I'd like to get my lips on Nance's perfect mouthfuls tomorrow."

Clark and I jumped at it, "Deal!" We both said.

Nance was dumfounded, "I can't believe everyone likes my tiny tits so much." We all three agreed how perfect they were. "Awww, this is gonna go to my head. I feel so... appreciated."

But then she was off to get a ruler.

I dreaded getting measured. But I WAS tied up. And if I objected it would only prove I thought I was smaller. I'm pretty sure Gemma cheated in my favor when she measured us. And as much as I wanted to see the girls together I didn't want to give Clark any ammunition to tease me forever onward.

With her newfound confidence Nance climbed on top of Clark's stiff pole and started pumping her pussy up and down on it. A second later Gemma was impaled on mine.

By far Nance had the better ass of the two, "If my hands weren't bound I'd reach over and rub your buns right now, Nance." She ate up the compliment so I got bold, "But what I really want to do is stick my finger in it."

Clark chimed in, "I've always wanted to do that, Nance."

She was facing the other way but I'm sure she was grinning widely, "Tell you what Clark, as a consolation prize, if you lose, the next time we do doggy you can do just that." And she leaned forward giving us guys a much better view of her cute starfish. I could also see white frothy streaks coating Clark's cock as it pushed her cunt lips wide apart.

Then something horrible dawned on me. "Hey! Clark's dick is fouling up the pussy I'm gonna eat!"

Gemma laughed, "That's not all that's gonna be fouling her pussy. You guys are always wanting us to eat your spooge. Well, guess what you're gonna eat today?"

"I yelled out, "Don't do it buddy. Don't cum."

Clark moaned, "Too late." I saw his cock pulsing cum into Nance's cunt. Like, lots of pulses. I saw a little of the white cream get squeezed out too, and knew it was a worst case scenario.

Gemma tugged on my nuts the way she does and I couldn't hold back, "If I've gotta eat it then so do you, Clark."

Nance stayed completely still, plugged, holding it all in. Gemma did the exact same thing and it was then that I knew that the devious wenches had planned it.

Without lifting off, Nance turned to Clark, "Thanks baby. I owe you."

"Wait! You're in on it. You knew all along what our lying girlfriends were gonna do to us?"

Gemma feigned sweetness, "We never lied. And we've seen you two make enough bets to know that the rules allow for secret information."

Nance couldn't hold back any longer, "And now you know what her secret kink is, James. Creampies!"

I turned to Clark, "And you're good with this? What did she promise you?"

"Let's just say my finger isn't the only thing going up her back door."

I begged Gemma, "I should get that too."

You never made a wager for it like Clark did. And it's NOT gonna happen."

I was curious, "What did he bet?"

"Oh, he bet he could get you to eat Nance's cum sodden cunt."

"So I'm getting the worst of everything and none of the good stuff?"

"Aw don't be so glum, darling, I might lick your balls if Nance can beat you before I beat Clark."

Clark, refuted her tought, "What makes you think either of you can beat us? If we both cum without tapping out then we both beat you."

Gemma gave her two cents, "Firstly, you have a whole lot less virility than you think you have. I'm willing to agree to those terms - as part of a new contest. After all, not only did you both just cum, but your hands are tied."

I tried hard to turn it around for myself, "How about this, suck our dicks while you ride our faces, and whoever cums gets his girfriend's anal passage. But if Clark fails to cum then he loses the previously promised butt fuck."

Clark hated the idea, "Wait! I've already won my prize. With that plan I can only lose while James can only win."

But Gemma had a counteroffer, "Us girls will only jerk you guys off. If Clark fails to cum he loses his prize. But if he does cum he gets to add butt stuff to the regular list of things he and Nance do together. Meanwhile, if James cums he can have my ass one time. But if he fails he has to show us girls how good a cocksucker he is once a month."

This turned out to be the perfect compromise as no one loved it but also no one totally hated it. It was discussed a little more then accepted by the group.

Nance was first to speak up, "I'm ready..." She giggled, "... like all filled up. Are you ready to be queened, James?

Gemma didn't wait for me to answer, "If he shrinks any more I'm gonna lose some of his gift to Clark. Let's just ride their faces right now."

Nance synchronized their efforts, "One, two, three, pinch." And I saw both girls pull off while simultaneously pinching their pussies shut.

Like watching a car crash, I couldn't remove my eyes from Nance's furry pussy as she scrambled to move over to me as fast as she could. From my left I heard Clark, "Whoa, there's so much." That was followed by a muffled end to whatever he would have said next.

Suddenly Nance planted her puss on my mouth before I even knew what was coming. She was hot - I mean like steaming. I've never really noticed a pussy to feel warm like that. Was it her? Was she just turned on? Maybe it was the fucking? I didn't even want to consider that it might be Clark's cum.

Her pussy covered my mouth completely and started profusely dripping and leaking immediately. I knew it was mostly Clark's cum and if I lost I would just be getting more of the same on a regular basis. Except it would be straight from the tap and I didn't really want a dick in my mouth. This had to be the worst bet I'd ever made.

I just needed to pretend all the juice was Nance's wetness and force myself to enjoy this. Finally getting at Nance's twat should be sufficiently arousing to make me cum a second time.

As a mental mantra I told myself, "It's girl cum. It's girl cum. It's girl cum."

To my left my babe was telling Clark, "For my first time giving a creampie James sure did leave you a lot. I'm so glad Nance turned me on to this." The way Clark was spluttering and choking it must've been true.

Above me Nance wasn't moving. She had her chair and seemed content to settle in. Then she shifted a little, "Oh man, here comes a big one." It was as if her pussy hiccuped and a great glob oozed out into my mouth. There was no more telling myself it was girl cum.

Choking like Clark, I shifted my mental mindset, "I love Nance's pussy. It's so great a little cum makes no difference." Then I reached my limit for holding my breath. My happy thought was that if I passed out I could escape all the consequences of my bet gone bad.

My chest was heaving of its own accord and unfortunately Nance took that a a sign to let up. When she did I actually could see the pearly white streams of spunk, leaving zero room for denial. It wasn't a little cum - it was a record setting four day load.

I closed my lips but that was worse since a puddle developed which ran into my nostrils. In a desperate effort to clear my nasal passage I began using my tongue to scoop the nasty cream into my mouth. This wasn't lost on Nance who was watching me intently, "That's the hottest thing I've seen in my life! He's ingesting Clark's bitter spunk."

She tilted her hips, grinding her cummy cunt back and forth over my drenched lips. I still love pussy so I guess I couldn't help myself. And I was still telling myself how great her pussy was. So rather than passively being subjected to an assault of Clark's cum I licked her gooey lips confronting the manly crap directly. "Keep it up, James. That feels amazing. I always have to threaten Clark to get him to do that. And that's without any special sauce."

Gemma probed, "What? What's he doing?"

In reply Nance told her, "He's licking my labia from stem to stern - voluntarily."

"I want that. Clark, give it to me."

His voice rang out unobstructed and clear, "I don't have to. What's in it for me?"

Next I heard him yelp in pain as Gemma explained, "I'll stop that. That's what's in it for you." I knew exactly what she had done. Just as she tugs on my nuts gently when she wants me to cum faster, she also tugs them roughly if something has gone wrong in her eyes.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." She cooed.

Nance dropped her full weight on me suddenly. She wasn't nearly as heavy as Gemma. Kinda light actually. "I can win this by coming or I can win this by smothering you until you give up. Smothering just seems easier, doesn't it?" She lifted up briefly so I could answer.

I thrust my hard-on up in the air so she had to notice it, "You're supposed to be jerking me off."

Nance huffed in irritation, then plopped down more heavily than last time. She sorta squirmed around as if trying to create a perfect seal. She needn't had tried so hard as her pussy cut off my air supply quite readily on its own. Satisfied she touched my straining cock, then withdrew her hand inexplicably. I aimed it at her face and waved it in the air until she took it in her hand again.

She had soft warm hands that felt delightful until she delivered her first stroke. I really think she was trying her best but it had to be the worst handjob ever. One long fingernail accidentally poked me with an unpleasant jab. But even worse was when she pulled up from base to tip her hand dragged up my sensitive cock skin with a most unpleasant grating. Up and down her hand went, too loose at one moment then terribly tight the next, killing me much more than the suffocation was.

My body gave a jolt with each miserable chafing sensation. A little guy cum was nothing compared to this torture. But I was determined to win and the handjob was not going to be the means to that end. The only way I could think to win was to somehow love eating this polluted pussy so much that I could cum for a second time despite her unwitting efforts to virtually rip my cock off my body.

Eating pussy is probably my best bedroom skill. I'm good at it and it turns me on to do it. Completely smothered under her warm soft labial pillows I darted my tongue into the depth of Nance's vagina. She squealed in surprise and when she tilted slightly I stole a tiny breath. I started applying my tongue and lips in well practiced maneuvers discovering that Nance was highly reactive. She would squirm or bounce or shake uncontrollably whenever I sucked or nibbled or otherwise pleased a new part of her feminine anatomy.

I could tell that she was moving past the phase when stimulating her lips or hole had the most effect and into the phase where she wanted clitoral stimulation. Leaning forward to get the right angle she stuck her clit between my lips wherupon I sucked with a perfect practiced pressure. The next thing I knew she had thrown herself prone onto my body completely giving up on smothering me. I felt her tits press into my stomach in the most exhilarating way.

For the first time I got a really good and long look at the pussy I'd been dreaming about. Pink with purple tinged cunt lips, it opened like a flower revealing the wet interior as well as a glimpse into the canal where I longed to plunge my cock. Clark's leaky cum had slowed to a tiny trickle and really didn't gross me out any more.

Staring at the object of my desire my cock regained its lost turgidity with the added bonus that it brushed up against Nance's soft and tender cheek.

I lapped up the rivulet of tasty mixed juices circling her inner ring before returning to reassuring her clit that it's time would come.

From this close the most perfect female butthole presented itself to my eyes. Pink and pulsing it begged to be licked - something I'd never done before.

I caressed her face with my cock hoping to get off and at long last knew that I just might realize that possibility. I just needed to immerse myself in the total taco eating experience to fall off the orgasmic cliff.

Lifting my head I jammed my tongue deep into her gash, slowly working down to enjoy her clit yet again. I licked and sucked just right to bring her to the edge. While it's my nature to give oral thrills to a woman's pussy I remembered just then, as she was heading to her climax, that it would be an automatic win for her.

With a flash of inspiration I thought of a trick to win. Sliding my dick firmly on her beautiful face to happy effect, I employed my dirty trick both to bring about my own orgasm and spoil her impending finish.

Inching closer to that amazing puckering ring I shocked her greatly by suddenly swirling my tongue firmly upon the wrinkly winker. The novel indulgence rocked my world. With multiple throbs against her cheek I screamed out, "Oh, Nance, I'm going to cum and it's all because of your perfect bung!"

Meanwhile, Nance cried out, "What the fuck, James! Get away from there." But I persisted.

Dabbing at her asshole repeatedly I felt my nuts contract. And then Nance changed her tune. Relaxing after the oral/anal assault she embraced the filthy sensations. I heard her murmuring, "Don't stop. Don't stop anything."

Her cheek grew slick with cum from my frenzied peak and I knew I had won, screaming, "I did it!"

Nance wasn't finished and I had no reason to deny her now. I gave her the best rimming I could following her every instruction on what to do until her final words, "Lick my butt slow now, and... and... you're giving me the best orgasm ever!"

She fell off my body lying next to me in post orgasmic bliss. To my side Gemma pleaded, "I want that too."

I looked up to see Clark and Gemma sitting cross legged, watching us intently. Apparently they had stopped a while ago. I knew Gemma well enough to see that she had not cum. It just isn't easy for her.

Nance was a sweaty mess. Her hair was plastered to her burning face, her chest was flushed bright red, she could barely breath, and the look of sexual contentment was undeniable. She would never forget my skills.

Now I needed to know if I'd beaten Clark. "Did I win? Did Clark spoo?"

Before I found out, Nance derailed me, "James faked it!"

"No I didn't. I came all over your cheek." But her cheek bore the merest residue of a pre-cum smear. I looked on my stomach only to conclude that I'd had a dry orgasm. Too much jerking off this week.

"I did cum. Really I did. You all heard me. An Earth-shattering orgasm brought on by the most exciting anilingus ever."

Even Gemma doubted me, "Of all the low attempts to get out of paying a bet..."

Clark simply ran his fingers through a pool of cum on his chest holding it up for me to see, "I was done five minutes ago. Whether you came or not, I beat you by a long shot."

No you didn't. I didn't need to cum before you. I just needed to lick longer. You must've tapped out."

"Nope. Gemma did. And by the rules of the modified bet if you didn't cum at all you're my cocksucker tomorrow."

Gemma was exasperated, "Oh James. Just give it a rest. We're gonna fine you a double penalty for cheating... unless..."

"What?"

She spit the words out quickly as if she couldn't say them otherwise, "Lick my ass like you did to Nance and we'll just say well enough is well enough." It didn't sound like a bad idea at all. Now that I knew what it was like to tongue a butt I wanted to do it to Gemma as well.

I wriggled my hands free from my sides and lay down on my back, "Bring it on, baby." Gemma straddled my face and we did the deed right there in front of Nance and Clark who lay in each other's arms watching casually. You know what? I liked her backside as much as Nance's.

She liked the rimjob too, and finally had her orgasm, "James?" she asked mid-buttlicking, "Will you do this for me everyday? Everyday you're not sucking Clark's cock for me?"

"Sure baby." And I planted a big kiss on her sexy donut as a promise.

The Boat

We slept over and early the next morning drove up to the lake. No one was letting me forget that somewhere out there on the lake I was gonna suck Clark's cock. I can't say I was at all nervous about swallowing his cum. Having his actual dick in my mouth was another story. But I also wasn't letting Gemma forget she was gonna lick my balls during our next blowjob.

Occasionally I eyed Clark's package with mixed feelings and both girls looked stunning in their bikinis. Now that we'd done what we had done the conversation was a lot looser and sexually charged. I felt comfortable staring at Nance's titties without hiding what I was doing and Gemma didn't mind at all. Furthermore, Nance finally felt some pride in her boobs. I even caught Gemma ogling her friend's tits which cause Clark and I to tease her about getting a mouthful.

Halfway through the day I had all but forgotten about becoming a cocksucker when Clark steered the boat into a semi secluded cove announcing, "I think this is the place."

Gemma joked that it would be better to do it just a little bit back where we had come from so I would have to do it in front of another boat full of sexy drunk people who were partying with anchors dropped.

We all laughed until Nance said in all seriousness, "Let's do it. That WAS the intention of the bet, right?"

Grabbing Clark's bulge, not that I wanted to nor was anxious to start, I suggested it would be fine to do it right where we were. It was the seclusion that I liked.

But Clark, always thinking things through, and playing the angles for

himself, had his own argument to make. He said there were a bunch of people on that boat, guys and girls, and that while only a few of the drunker ones might like to see him receiving such a crass display of public crudity, all the guys would like to see our girls with their bikini tops off. It might even inspire the girls on that boat to take off their bikinis too.

Nance asked suspiciously, "ALL the guys? Even mine?"

Gemma hugged her close, mashing their breasts together without thinking anything about it, "Oh honey, you have beautiful tits, yes, ALL the guys, and certainly a fair number of the girls too."

Nance looked to Clark and I for more reassurance. Clark just nodded, while I added, "The only reason your boyfriend wants to do it is to show you off." While I'm sure that was true, I didn't mention that he no doubt wanted to see the girls on that other boat.

I shouldn't have spoken up, because from that moment on Nance wouldn't accept any other plan. But I also couldn't let my friend suffer from the delusion that her boobies were anything less than spectacular.

So the die was cast. Gemma drove. Clark sat in a chair facing the other boat. I knelt between his knees. And Nance stood up with her tatas on full display before the rest of us even took anything off.

As soon as the boat engine roared to life I yelled out, "Stop! Stop! I'm not ready. I mean, that cock under those shorts is kinda scary and I need to work up my courage."

Nance teased me, "It looks just like yours. How scary can it be? Besides, I suck it all the time."

I objected, "Yea, you do it all the time. You don't even seem to like It that much. But this is my first."

I only don't like it because it's tedious and Clark doesn't appreciate me for doing it. Tedious is the opposite of scary."

Gazing up at Clark I joked, "Will you appreciate me?"

Looking down into my eyes he continued the gag, and caressing my face like he would a women's, he said, "I'll still love you in the morning. But I won't kiss you after."

Everyone laughed. Then I asked Clark, "It's not all sweaty, is it? Can we get you a shower?"

He replied, "I don't know. Is yours?"

It was Gemma who challenged me, "Do YOU take a shower everytime you want a blowjob? Because if that's the rule you're gonna get a whole lot less."

"Fine. I'll do it. Take off your trunks. And I wanna be thoroughly into it before we go past the boat so I don't have to look at anyone."

Clark continued the theatre, "Come on, baby. Build up to it. Reach up the leg hole first and tease me. Then remove my pants sensually..."

"Now you're talkin'." Said Nance. I want to see a really sexy performance."

Gemma didn't have a lack of requests either, "We need a performance from you too, Clark. No just sitting there like a lump on a log. Get enthusiastic. Appreciate your fellator!"

By now I had my hand snaked up Clark's leg hole. And his balls WERE sweaty.

Clark recognized that the girls were complaining about their own experiences, and he addressed Nance, "What!? Should I pull your hair and scream 'I love you' as I fill you up?"

Again, in unison, they adamantly insisted, "YES!"

Nance elaborated, "A little love, even if it's a touch violent, would be better than no emotion at all."

I called up to Gemma, "You really want it a little violent?"

She explained, "Not every girl likes it that way. But tell me, boys, when we ground our pussies on your faces, wasn't that a little violent! And didn't you like it?"

"I'd be afraid to hurt you." Said Clark to Nance.

From the front seat Gemma had a solution, "Then practice on James. He's tough."

"How do I start?" He pleaded.

Nance took control of the situation, "Put his hands where you want them and say 'I love the way you touch me, James.'"

"I couldn't say that to a guy."

"Hmmm, pretend James is a Jenni. Like you were just doing in your improv."

Clark placed my hands on his rigid pole, "I love the way you touch me, Jenni."

It felt so much bigger than it had looked yesterday.

"Now rub her hands all over you."

She added more to the scene, "Now rub her face on the front of your swimsuit. Sensually. Not like you're trying to clean your shorts."

It felt strange to be feeling his dick with my face. But not bad and he WAS dressed so it's not like it was skin to skin.

Nance was really into this, "OK, now rub her lips on the front of your cock through your suit and tell her to bite it. Say it passionately, not like a creep."

Clark positioned my head so my lips were on his package. I found the place where I could get my open mouth on either side of the big cloth covered tube and gently bite. This was no problem at all.

"Now curl her fingers underneath the elastic band of your suit and say, 'Help me out, Jenny.' Lift up your hips while she removes your pants."

I pulled on the band. It started to come down but then got caught up. I couldn't do it myself but he helped me. Guys don't wear underwear under swimsuits so when the suit came down his dark bouncy cock just popped out waving in the breeze and the sunshine.

"Now suck in your breath through your teeth and say, 'Oh Jenni, you're so pretty. I need you now.'"

When he obeyed Nance it seemed real. Like having a freed dick was a major experience and like he really did appreciate me. But looking directly at a real flesh and blood cock up close and personal was still intimidating. I just wasn't sure I could do it.

My girlfriend got caught up in the excitement and was yelling back to him with more than a hint of violence in her voice, "Grab her head! Hold it tightly! Move her lips to the tip of your cock."

The next thing I knew strong hands had me and I had no control. My fears didn't matter because my lips were already touching that arrow-like place just below the head. It wasn't sweaty. And it didn't smell bad. It didn't even have any messy wetness on the end. I suppose the one word I could use to describe it would be moist.

Nance took over again, "Now moan a little bit. Tell her how great it is."

I had no trouble believing that he was feeling good. I would have in his place. Heck, I would have been sitting in that chair if I had abstained like Clark instead of draining my balls the whole week before the contest.

"Slowly pull her lips over the head of your cock."

If a thing can be both gross and erotic at the same time this was it. I really think it was our girls' narration that made it hot. Them being so involved and so into it was a kick.

By now the lapping of the waves told me the boat was moving. I couldn't see where we were going, but the sounds of the party were getting closer.

"Wrap your hands in her hair and grab it a little bit roughly and pull her down about two inches. Now say, 'Jenni, I can't control myself when I'm around you.'"

It didn't hurt when he grabbed my hair. In fact it was more like a sensual scalp massage. But those first two inches were a struggle. Emotionally it felt like that was the moment that changed me. It was the penetration that turned me into a cocksucker. I label that once earned would stick with me forever.

Now Gemma came back and joined in, "Jenni, you have to show him you love his cock. Stick your tongue out and lick it while he's doing all that to you. Keep moaning the whole time."

I HAD to lick it. It was dry and it was pulling on my lips and wouldn't go in easily. Without some lube the experience would have been impossible. I started moaning like she told me to. I don't know how Clark felt about it, but it made ME feel like I cherished his manly tool even while I wanted to spit it out at the same time.

Nance told her boyfriend, "Clark, tell her you want her to take the whole thing all the way down."

He stopped everything and asked Nance in disbelief, "Do you really want me to say that to you?"

I had the same thought as Clark. I think girls have no idea what they really want.

Nance sounded so convincing though, "I do if it comes from your heart and it's your passion and you say it because you love me."

He only replied, "I do."

He sounded so genuine. If he told me that right now I would go to the ends of the Earth to jam that entire pole down my throat.

Gemma said, "Jenni, tell him he's your man and you want to swallow the whole thing. Tell him you can't get enough of his cock."

How did she know? I pulled it from my cocksucking mouth just resting my lips on the underside, "You ARE my man. And I DO want all of this cock. Give it to me now." I pressed the frenulum to my lips while giving it soft kisses and gentle licks.

From the party boat I could hear laughter and even low talking just off to the right.

"Jenni! You can't just say you want it ALL without follow through. Do your best to take it all the way to the base now.

I rose up on my knees as if compelled by Gemma's urging and pointing the end of the spear at my mouth I pushed my head down with no plans for stopping. And when it got stuck I just pushed harder. Unbelievably my throat suddenly gave way and his knob went all the way down until my lips bottomed out. I was feeling pretty proud. Now I just needed someone to tell me they were proud of me too.

Without any prompting Clark said "Jenni, I love that feeling. My girlfriend doesn't even take it all the way to the root." Nance punched his shoulder lightly causing him to complain, "What? You don't."

"Just appreciate me like you appreciate Jenni and maybe I'll try harder."

Except that he wasn't appreciating me. I was practically killing myself to put a giant pipe in a small hole for him. It was uncomfortable and hard to stay up on my knees to get the angle right. And the floor of the boat was hard and no one thought to get me a towel to kneel on. And all he could say was that he liked how it felt.

Clark started complaining like a big baby, "I'm doing everything you're telling me to do, but I don't understand it." His problems were nothing compared to mine. I was the one with a big cock lodged in my throat.

Then Clark's fat cockhead got a little too far into my throat and I had to pull off so I wouldn't throw up.

Getting out of character he leaned forward a little, "Are you OK, buddy?"

Nance grew irritated, "See? Now that's appreciation. You had genuine concern for James there."

I heard some guy on the other boat saying to no one and everyone, "Hey, look at those girls. They're not wearing any tops. And they've got fantastic knockers."

I just got a glimpse of Nancy standing up on a chair, sticking her boobs out for the crowd, before Clark violently pulled my mouth back down on his dick. He was so virile and he knew what he wanted. You gotta respect that.

Gemma told me that with practice I'd get better. I was thinking that I was gonna get a lot more practice about once a month. I was also thinking that if she knew so much, after two years of dating me she should be able to deep throat me doing cartwheels, or at least with her head hanging upside down over the edge of the bed.

Clark was acting on his own now, "Jenny, your mouth is so warm and wet. I love the way you suck my cock." He looked to Gemma. "Should I tell her I love her?"

"If it were Nance, there would never be a bad time to tell her you love her, but this is Jenni. Just tell her how good she is at it. Tell her how good her ass looks while she's sucking."

Nancy was swinging her swim top around in the air yelling, "All you girls take them off!" On the boat people were hooting and hollering.

"And then someone said, "Hey, that guy's getting a hummer." I could hear the crowd go quiet as everybody came over to our side of their boat to watch.

I thought I would be humiliated. Instead I shifted to give them a better view.

Another dude exclaimed, "He sure is, and from a guy too." OK, now I felt some shame.

"A guy? Why would he do that when there's two beautiful girls on the boat?"

Nancy yelled out, "Hey all you girls: scream if you're tired of giving blowjobs."

In response there was a chorus of high-pitched screams coming from the boat.

Nance stopped yelling as we drifted close to them, "Well, we found a solution over here. Now we don't have to do it ourselves."

Someone's swim top landed on the deck next to me. And more than that, one of the guys on the boat joked, "Can I get one too?"

But Nance wasn't taking it as a joke, "If your girlfriend says it's OK you can."

I pulled off of Clark's big dick again, "Don't I get a say in this? I could tell by the pleading look on Gemma's face that she wanted me to say yes. I looked over at the crowd on the boat and mentally counted the guys, then I scrutinized Gemma's expression. "I get to fuck your butt for every one I blow."

Gemma squealed in delight and kissed me on the cheek, "Deal. But I would have let you have it forever."

By now Clark was begging, "Dude, I'm close." I sorta liked being me again instead of Jenni. It was more honest.

With a little push from Gemma, literally, I got right back to work. I did everything I liked when she did it to me and more. I sucked it really hard. I swirled my tongue. I took it deep into my throat a couple times and I licked his sweaty balls. I swear with one try I was already better than she was.

Clarks hands rested lightly on my head letting me do what I wanted to do. I was bobbing up and down at lightning speed to the boisterous provocation from across the way. And then it happened. Clark threw his head back and his hands clenched tightly on my head. I couldn't pull off if I wanted to. Jets of familiar spunk shot into my mouth. I liked it better when it leaked out of Nance's pussy, but it wasn't bad.

When Clark was done his hands fell limply to his sides. I sat back up on my haunches making a big show out of swallowing everything for the crazed bunch across a few inches of water.

Two guys stepped easily over from the other boat. Gemma looked them over. "Your girlfriend's said it was OK, right?"

One of them said he was single and the other said he didn't have a girlfriend. They relayed that none of the girlfriends would allow their guys to come over.

Nance was squeezing and pushing on her tits for the crowd. She yelled back with reckless abandon, "You chicken girls are gonna have to suck your own boyfriend's meaty cocks tonight!" Now it was the guys turned to cheer.

At this point Gemma was kneeling just behind me, caressing my shoulders while the two guys had their dicks out right in front of my face. They were both pretty average sized dicks. I kissed Gemma, "They're a beautiful pink, aren't they?"

Her eyes flashed, "Perfect."

One guy step forward, and without any fanfare shoved it roughly in my mouth. I sucked greedily as Gemma bit my earlobe whispering "I'm so excited, I'm frigging right now."

The second guy got impatient, "Hurry up, Jack."

Gemma scolded him, "You can't rush a blow job. It's just wrong."

But I wanted to rush it. I wanted him to abuse my face thoroughly. I wanted it to be violent. I wanted him to pull out and come all over my face, just for Gemma. I want him to force it down my throat and come directly into my stomach. Whatever was gonna make her happy."

But now she had her hand on the other guy's cock. She was fondling it gently, and slowly moving it closer to me. Then she started rubbing it on the side of my face, and then the first guy came. It was salty and sweet. It tasted better than Clarks. I could get used to this, especially with the way that it turned on Gemma.

No sooner had the first guy withdrew than the second guy's dick was sliding on my tongue. Gemma put his hands on my head and he started pulling me forcefully. She egged him on, "Go on, fuck that mouth! Fuck it hard! Fuck it fast! You know you wanna feed him your nasty goop. I hope you have a lot. I wanna see it leak out from the corners of his mouth. I wanna see my boyfriend swallow. Go ahead and give it to him. Give it to him now." And saying that, she reached over and tugged on his balls gently.

That's all it took. Gemma and I got what we wanted. He filled me up with what must've been a single man's load. It was a load bigger than Clarks yesterday, bigger than the one he'd just given me. It was slimy and gooey and thick, and I swished it all around in my mouth before making another show of swallowing it. Behind me Gemma was exclaiming, "This is the fucking hottest. I'm gonna lick your balls so good for this. I'm gonna lick your balls every day. I'm gonna wake you up licking your balls. I'm gonna put you to bed licking your balls. She sounded utterly wanton and I loved her all the more for it.

With cummy lips I turned to face her, "Did you come?"

"No, but how about we go back to the cottage and I do a 69 with Nance why you lick my butt?"

"Deal!" I answered, and then I thought about it, "You know, in that position Nance's tits would be in a perfect position for me to rub them. I've never even touched them. Can I?"

"You keep doing whatever I want, and you can do anything Nancy will let you do."

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