Chapter 3

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…”

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.

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.