Mystery at MacMaster ch.12

Author's Note: Hey, tentacles! This'll be the last story I post from the old place. I'm moving out tomorrow and it'll take some time to get everything situated, so it may be a couple weeks before I'm physically able to put a new story up. Everything's in place, though, so expect me back as soon as possible!

In the meantime, hopefully this 7,000+ word whale of a story can tide you over!

[story] [fu/fu] [all characters are 18+]

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Despite brewing mysteries afoot, ordinary life was something that always needed to be contended with. While Piper was exploring her relationship with the Radi sisters, four other MacMaster students were going to have some forced bonding time… in the form of swim camp.

With swimming being MacMaster High’s only noteworthy sport, a solid portion of the school’s funding went towards keeping it competitive. This included a swim camp that came twice a year, once in late spring, then again in early fall. Unlike some sports workshops, though, the MacMaster swim camp took its title pretty seriously – this wasn’t just a few classes, but an actual destination some thirty miles outside the city, with a spacious indoor pool, lake, and large, cabin-like dormitory for students to sleep. The camp lasted five days, and was intended to keep young athletes in top shape before beginning to compete against other schools.

“Man, those Rockview nerds are so fucked,” Vanessa scoffed to herself, legs crossed demurely as she endured the bus ride to the camp, “I’m in the best shape of my life, and I’ve been practicing harder than ever! And… I suppose some of our new recruits might tip the balance in our favor, too.” Paying an earnest compliment to Kora or Luiza was very much beneath her, but there was no denying that this new power-couple had managed to distinctly outmatch those they’d replaced. The team was making better times than ever before, and it did seem like losing Millie Nowak was the best thing that could have happened, in terms of performance.

Behind Vanessa, Iris sat slouched in her own seat, one foot propped up, looking out the bus window with her headphones on, purple to match the sleeveless athletic shirt she wore. Beside Vanessa herself, Iris had spent by far the longest time on the team, never making a play for captain but delivering consistent results. This combination of consistent performance and lack of ambition was likely the reason she hadn’t been somehow sabotaged by Vanessa – she was useful without seeming like a threat, too concerned with her music and her love life to push back against Vanessa’s reign.

“Neither of us have ever done the camp, before,” Kora mused from her own seat, leaning into Luiza, beside her. “Is it really hard? Or more just like… I dunno, a bonding thing?”

“Oh, it’s definitely hard,” Vanessa chuckled. “The bonding part usually comes after the coaches have gone to bed… if you know what I mean.” The blonde’s wicked smirk left little doubt as to her implications, but she was very much correct – when you had eight tired, restless girls all in one space, things had a tendency to get incredibly steamy the moment the lights went out.

The journey from the city to the camp wasn’t a horribly long one, not quite an hour, but it saw some significant change to the landscape. As the suburbs gradually vanished, trees took the place of buildings, typically in the form of tall, gangly white birches. The bus made its way off of the highway, down one back road, then down another, unpaved one, eventually bringing the eight girls to the camp itself. It consisted of four primary structures – the dormitory for the students, a large cabin where the coaches stayed, a large building for the pool, and a main living area for meals and other downtime. Nearby was a massive lake, and the weather the past few weeks had been plenty warm enough that it would likely see some use.

“Looks like we’ve got some new blood, this year!” came the call of one of the coaches as the bus finally stopped, its doors opening and the teen swimmers starting to pile out. Of the two coaches, one came straight from MacMaster and knew the students well – Ms. Leng – while Ms. Fischer only saw the students during these events. The two were polar opposites: Ms. Leng was short, slim, and severe, with black hair worn long and dark, almond-shaped eyes. By contrast, Ms. Fischer was like a viking giant out of some mythical story – blonde-haired and just over six feet in height, she had a warrior’s build that directly contrasted her playful personality. Rumors that the two were in a relationship were believable, but largely unsubstantiated. “Always good to see some fresh young athletes come to camp for the first time. Alright, alright, whooooo’s ready for roll call?” Ms. Fischer wore a broad, open smile as she spoke, her voice carrying an accent so slight that it could no longer be identified as anything beyond ‘vaguely european.’

“Give them a moment to get off the bus, at least,” Ms. Leng grumbled quietly, arms folded across her chest as she watched everyone disembark. The shining sun above, diffused through the canopy of trees as it was, had coaxed out quite a good number of shorts, skirts, and sandals among the eight teens, having largely dressed down in anticipation of immediately getting into swimsuits. With Vanessa taking point (and the two new arrivals somewhat lagging behind), the girls found their way into an even row, presenting to have their names called.

“There they are,” Ms. Fischer smiled, nodding approvingly. “Alright, roll call, for real this time! I guess I’ll start with our little team captain, Vanessa Vinke.”

“Present, and excellent, as always,” Vanessa posed with one hand on her hip, flipping her hair back.

“And…” the coach took a step sideways, nodding to Iris. “Iris Beaufoy.”

Popping her headphones off and leaving them around her neck, Iris offered a nod. “Present. Why are we doing roll call when you can visibly see us all?”

“Tradition!” Ms. Fischer exclaimed proudly. “Carrie Curie?”

Carrie popped a lollipop out from between her lips, uttering only a grunt of “A-yuh!” before putting it back in her mouth. Carrie Curie, against all odds, managed to beat out Luiza for the shortest member of the team, if only by a few inches. Unlike Luiza, she sported more of a traditional swimmer’s figure, with broader shoulders and longer arms. It was theorized that it was her build, coupled with her sheer sugar-rush of hyperactivity, that kept her competitive in spite of her height. Bright pink hair showed dark at its roots, pulled into a pair of loose, wild buns on top of her head, with her pale skin and dark eyes rounding out a somewhat fey appearance.

“You’re supposed to say ‘present’ but I guess that also works,” Ms. Leng sighed. “Alright. Dragana Jovanovich.”

Made all the more out of place by standing next to Carrie, Dragana was easily the tallest of the team. She had strong, noble features, especially for a teenager, with a scar running up over the left side of her lip. Intense, honey-colored eyes remained focused and clear, with dark hair hanging straight beneath a black, backwards-facing cap. A blood-red sports bra could be spotted beneath a baggy gray tank-top, with similarly-loose black basketball shorts giving her a relaxed aesthetic that contrasted a severe expression. She sported lean muscle on Vanessa’s level, her posture belying the discipline it had required to gain it. “Present.”

“Bringing us to the sisters!” Ms. Fischer exclaimed proudly, turning her gaze on the next two girls in line. “Phoebe and Daphne Gataki.”

“Here,” Phoebe grumbled.

“Present!” Daphne beamed.

The Gataki sisters were very much unlike the Radis. While they were indeed twins, and identical ones at that, their personalities were quite distinct from one another – Daphne was the ray of sunshine, and Phoebe the overcast night sky. Their choice of attire reflected exactly that, with Daphne having shown up in a yellow sundress and sandals, and Phoebe dressed in a black pleated skirt and t-shirt. Both had auburn hair in mirrored A-frame cuts, though Daphne’s had streaks of pastel pink and blue throughout, while Phoebe instead decorated herself with multiple simple earrings, and additional piercings in her septum and right eyebrow.

Beside their aesthetic differences, of course, the two were a near-complete match – of medium height but very slender, both nearly flat-chested but with notoriously perky backsides, just full enough to draw attention without looking out of place on their slimmer figures.

“Annnnnd…our two newcomers.” Ms. Fischer made her way to the end of the line, hands on her hips, taking in the final two girls with a look of pride. “You’re Kora Kane, yes?”

“That’s right, yeah,” Kora said sheepishly, waving with one hand, the other in her pocket. “Uh… ‘sup!”

“Which would make this Luiza Domingo.”

“Present!” Luiza waved alongside her girlfriend.

“I’ve heard some really good things about you two,” the coach continued, still with that proud smile. “Good to know we’ve got some bright new stars, with Nowak taking off and everything.”

“Taking off…?” Kora arched a brow. “I mean, she’s definitely–”

“Rockview’s gonna have a bitch of a time beating us this year! Euh, can I say bitch?” Fischer glanced to Ms. Leng, who solemnly shook her head. “A, uhh… heck of a time, that is! Especially once I’m done with you! As most of you know, the camp’s five days, and we’re gonna make you sweat for every second of it! Except, of course, for the times when you aren’t sweating! And most of the time you’re in the water, technically, so… probably not a lot of sweating, actually!”

“What my colleague is trying to say,” Ms. Leng sighed, “is that this is a crucible in which your physical limits – and bonds with one another – will be tested, to ensure that you are truly the best MacMaster High has to offer. We expect the very best from you, and understand that you will not disappoint.”

While most of the other swimmers had heard this speech before (often several times), Kora in particular seemed mesmerized by it. “Shall we have our mettle tested in savage trials and contests, pitted against fire and fear, and whatever dark foes dare stand in the way of our quest?”

“Yes!” Ms. Fischer exclaimed.

“Mostly just a pool,” Ms. Leng corrected.

“But I like your attitude!” Fischer beamed.

“You will have to excuse Kane,” Dragana grunted. “She is, ehh… nerd.” Despite being born and raised in the States, her large family of slavic immigrants had left her with an accent she’d never quite been able to shake. It was mild, though not perhaps as mild as Ms. Fischer’s.

“Who isn’t a nerd for grueling physical sports?!” the brawny teacher countered, taking a step back to survey the team once more. “Alright, ladies – head to the dorms, put your stuff away, get into your swimsuits and make your ways over to the lake. Before we really get started, I need to know what all of you are made of!”

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“You know, it’s sort of weird,” Luiza commented as she stepped out of the dorm’s shower, already having slipped into her one-piece swimsuit, bearing the green-and-black colors of the MacMaster swim team. “I’ve seen all of you so many times, for practice, but it never feels like we actually get time to hang out. And I guess this isn’t technically hang-out time either, but we’re definitely stuck together for a while.”

“I mean, we’ve hung out a couple times, I guess,” Iris shrugged, “I was at your sister’s party, remember? Though I guess just about everyone was there for that.”

“I wasn’t!” Carrie chimed in, slipping on a pair of flip-flops she likely wouldn’t be wearing for longer than a few minutes. “I knew Maxie would end up embarrassing me somehow, figured I had better shit to do than be part of whatever drama she kicked up.”

“Actually she was pretty tame,” Luiza shrugged. “Drunk as a skunk, but tame. Wait, how do you know Maxie?”

“Older sister!” Carrie answered quickly. “I know, she inherited all the boobs. By the time I popped out there wasn’t much left to go around.”

Vanessa perked up, suddenly becoming invested in the conversation. “Wait… Maxie’s your sister?”

“Yuh-huh!”

“Hm. You should tell her to call me sometime. She was a little… aggressive… for my tastes, but a great fuck nonetheless.”

“You fucked Carrie’s sister?” Phoebe blinked.

“Whose sister hasn’t Vanessa fucked,” Iris let out a dry chuckle. Her own older sister still asked after Vanessa from time to time… it was getting a little annoying, honestly.

“Mine,” Luiza chuckled, “though I doubt she’d be the one doing the fucking.”

“Pff, as if!” Vanessa scoffed. “Even if anything ever happened between me and that overgrown weirdo, I’d clearly be the one on top, as usual.”

“Usual doesn’t mean always,” Daphne snorted.

“Mm, good point, lotta wiggle room there,” Kora added with a smirk.

“No there isn’t!” Vanessa huffed.

“Your banter bores me,” Dragana said flatly, throwing a towel around her shoulders, waiting for the last possible moment before removing her cap. “I go to the lake to train. We are already likely to be tardy.”

“Yeesh, Miss Serious,” Carrie chuckled, but Dragana was right – the girls had already taken quite a while just to get dressed, and if they tarried any longer, it would probably mean a visit from Ms. Leng. So, with the last few bits of clothing discarded and towels taken up like a shield into battle, the eight girls filed out of the large, wooden dormitory and out into the sunlit camp clearing, making their collective way towards the lake where the two coaches already waited.

As promised, practice (if this sort of high-intensity crash-course could even be referred to as such) was grueling. This first day, in particular, seemed like it was being used as a chance to test each swimmer’s mettle, to see who came out on top when pushed to their limit. To sink or swim… pun intended. Fortunately, the team was sufficiently well-established, not to mention its promising new talent, that there were very few wink links – even if Daphne and Carrie tended to pull up the rear in most direct contests, and Kora grew exhausted a bit faster than the rest of the team, those differences were so minor as to be more-or-less irrelevant.

This aquatic crucible lasted for the better part of the day, off and on. There were stretches of time to rest, of course, or to take meals, though those had proven to be fairly meager. Miss Fischer had taken the burden of cooking upon herself, though doing so didn’t appear to be among her primary skills, with the food she prepared often having clashing, dissonant flavors and textures. Lunch had consisted of sandwiches that sported the bizarre combination of pepperoni, mustard, and avocado, and dinner had been a white bean chili with lemon and kale. For the team’s pickier eaters, like Carrie and Iris, the ‘cuisine’ was proving to be as much a trial as the actual exercise.

The first day’s challenges left no room for recreation – when it was finally time to stop pushing themselves, total exhaustion had set in, and the girls were asleep by the time their bodies hit their respective bunkbeds. With barely enough energy to squirm their way out of their swimsuits, they found rest from that first day, simultaneously drained and heartened. After all, they’d taken the worst Leng and Fischer had to throw at them, and they’d endured it. The worst, assuredly, had passed.

The second day at camp had difficulties of its own, primarily in the form of the exhaustion and soreness the first day had left as a parting gift. As anticipated, the actual training was easier, compensating for the already-tired swimmers, though Miss Fischer’s undercooked ground duck ‘burgers’ were equally as bizarre as her last offerings.

It was the third day that things started to get interesting. With time to bond, allegiances had begun to form. Obviously nobody that wasn’t already part of her entourage got along that well with Vanessa, but Daphne was proving unusually permissive of her abrasiveness, and there was a long-running mutual admiration between her and Dragana. Iris and Phoebe both had a healthy respect for boundaries, and while they tended to spend ‘quality time’ with one another in silence, it was a sort of cozy, comfortable silence. Though they’d barely interacted before camp, Kora was beginning to find something of a kindred spirit in Carrie, who, while she shared her older sister’s devil-may-care personality, shared a few of Kora’s niche interests, and the two had managed to form a bond over reading the same series of sci-fi novels.

“Can’t believe there’s two more days of this,” Phoebe grumbled as she stepped out of the dormitory’s shower, aggressively drying her long, reddish locks with a towel. “Now that I’m finally not too tired to think, I’m starting to get so fuckin’ restless – but we’re too far out of town to get into any real trouble, huh?”

“By design, I assume,” Daphne chuckled, nudging her sister playfully. She was already perched up on the top bunk of the bed she shared with her twin, though she had to admit that she, too, wasn’t exactly tired – perhaps physically, but not mentally. “We’re supposed to stay at the camp, after all.”

“Trouble’s a pretty tall order, yeah,” Luiza mused, catching interest in the exchange. “All this place really has is places to eat, swim, and lay down. And it’s gotta be too cold at this point to head back to the lake.”

Attention seemed to ripple through the group as they all, quietly, considered their options. While non-stop swimming was exhausting, it certainly wasn’t entertaining, especially for media gluttons like Kora. There was a definite restlessness that had been settling in, subtle but palpable, and the questionable meals hadn’t made things any easier. “Not the lake… but there is the pool,” Kora said thoughtfully.

“So what? We swim all day and then, under cover of night, we… go swimming?” Phoebe folded her arms across her chest, lips twisted in disdain. “Yeah, sure, that sounds like sooo much fun.”

Licking her lips, Carrie’s expression grew mischievous. “It will be if we all get naked!”

“A fair point,” Luiza chimed in.

“It’s not like we haven’t all seen each other naked before,” Vanessa scoffed. “We’re constantly showering together.”

“That’s different,” Carrie insisted.

“And it sounds like you’re just scared,” Kora added in a teasing voice. She knew it wasn’t true, but hell, skinny-dipping was the best idea anyone had come up with yet, and taunting Vanessa was easily the best way to get her to agree.

“Hah! Scared. You all know by now that I have nothing to hide – fuck, I probably have the best body here,” Vanessa bragged. It was debatable, of course, and dependent on personal taste, though Vanessa may well have had the highest level of physical fitness… if, again, only by a hair. “If you degenerates can’t think of anything better to do than get your dicks out, I’d be glad to show all of you what a real woman’s body looks like!”

Kora tilted her head to hide her grin. It really was like taking candy from a baby. Once you knew what made Vanessa tick, you could get her to do damn near anything.

Once Vanessa caved, any further cajoling of the other swimmers wasn’t terribly necessary. The eight students crept quietly from their cabin, surreptitiously making their way toward the central enclosure with the pool. While the power was still on, and the pool likely still heated, the door was indeed locked – something Luiza was able to pretty easily bypass with a bit of help from Phoebe. “They haven’t updated these old camp locks in decades,” she snickered under her breath, leveraging the simple bar-lock apart with a deft sequence of wiggles and clicks. The lights were already out at the cabin Leng and Fischer shared, so it seemed like this would be the final, and only, obstacle between them and their destination.

“Last one left with clothes on has to ‘accidentally’ send a nude to Miss Fischer!” Carrie giggled maniacally, already pulling her own top over her head, freeing firm, perky little tits as she began to wiggle free of her bikini bottoms.

“Wait, what–?” Dragana began to say, but by the time her mind caught up with Carrie’s words, she was already far behind. T-shirts and bits of swimwear were tossed around the poolside like a display of colorful fireworks, all eight girls disrobing with as much alacrity as possible and starting to jump into the pool. Kora and the twins were right behind Carrie herself, with Luiza and Vanessa following – Iris would have taken last place were it not for Dragana, not even realizing the stakes until the challenge was already nearly completed. “No no no, fuck!”

“Snooze you lose, as they say,” Phoebe shot a dark smirk towards the taller girl as she finally slipped into the pool alongside the others. “Look on the bright side, she’s way more likely to believe you did it accidentally than any of us. Someone like Luiza would never let something like that slip.”

“I did not agree to this,” Dragana said hesitantly, “but I will honor it nonetheless, as a reminder to be galvanized against inaction.” It certainly wasn’t like she had anything to be ashamed of – now that everyone was naked, everything was out in the open, and Dragana in particular had nothing to worry about as far as showing off her body. No longer obscured by her baggy clothes, her body was perfect, almost too much so, with superb posture and well-balanced muscle development along a lean, streamlined form. Even next to a notorious hardbody like Vanessa, Dragana was built for action… and had an absolutely massive cock. This was no real secret, of course – as mentioned, everyone present had showered together, though Dragana did value her privacy a bit more than the others. So getting a chance to simply study that war-club of a girldick was a special treat for everyone.

“Yo, do you need a permit to carry that thing?” Kora smiled wryly, nodding below the waterline to the monster Dragana had between her thighs. “Also, I’ve gotta ask – grower or shower?”

“You’re learning too much from me,” Luiza teased, nudging her girlfriend’s side playfully. “I’m supposed to be the one who asks all the invasive questions!”

Dragana, uncharacteristically, looked somewhat awkward, as if she was as nervous about having a massive cock as someone else may have been about a small one. “Euh… permit, no. Uhh, grower, I suppose?”

“Holy shit,” Daphne let out a breathy chuckle. “You must keep your girlfriend really happy.”

“Well… no girlfriend, right now,” Dragana shrugged sheepishly, looking increasingly out of place when not so task-oriented as she usually was.

“Wanna change that?” Daphne purred.

“Easy, girls, easy,” Iris interjected, “just because we took our clothes off doesn’t mean it’s time to get the orgy started.” She let out a giggle that was only a little less nervous than Dragana’s uncertain stammering. “Some of us have girlfriends back in town, remember?”

“Some of you, yeah,” Daphne parried, then jabbed a thumb towards her twin, “all I’ve got is Phoebe.”

Carrie let out an evil giggle. “Hey, I’m fine with whatever you wanna do behind closed doors.”

“Not like that!” Phoebe insisted.

“Yet.” Carrie teased back. “I mean, hey, the Radi sisters get away with it….”

“We don’t know that for sure, though,” Iris interjected, “just because they’re a little handsy with each other doesn’t mean… y’know.”

Kora and Luiza exchanged knowing glances, a soft blush creeping over both girls’ faces as they tried to hide their grins.

“Back on topic,” Vanessa let out a little huff, “for all of you being so impressed with Dragana’s… above-average... dick, I don’t see many of you calling attention to your own.” It was equal parts subtle insult and a fish for compliments – Vanessa was pretty obviously in second place for the heartiest serving of protein of those present, rocking a pretty amazing cock of her own, if not quite so enthralling as Dragana’s. Iris brought up a close third, followed by Kora, before things started getting a bit more on the ‘cute’ side.

“I mean, you’ve all seen what I’ve got going on,” Luiza let out a little laugh, one that wore a strange confidence despite her doing the exact opposite of boasting. “Everything about me’s little. I’m little, my tits are little, my dick’s little, it’s something I came to terms with a long time ago.”

“You have those big, beautiful eyes, though,” Kora purred, leaning close and leaving a long, gentle kiss on the back of her girlfriend’s neck. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she brought one hand to Luiza’s member, partially-hidden below the waterline, and gave it a tender squeeze and massage. “And I love your little dick,” she cooed into Luiza’s ear, inaudible to any of the other girls, but bringing an immediate blush to the young journalist’s cheeks.

“Kora!” came a hushed whisper in response, a feeble attempt to be subtle despite the audience, though her flustered expression – and the near-instant stiffening of that slim, smooth girlcock – assured that the affection had not been misplaced, however public.

As if offering an intentional smokescreen to the couple’s elicit fondling – and considering Carrie, it very well may have been – the pink-haired swimmer hopped up onto the pool’s edge, spreading her legs to offer a complete view of her own below-average member. It was about on-par with Luiza’s, despite the girl’s overall smaller size. Also like Luiza, Carrie sported pierced nipples, her breasts modest but almost impossibly jiggly. “Hey, for being under five feet tall, I’ll take what I can get! And hey, at least I’m bigger than the twins!”

“Is that true?” Iris arched a brow, taking a moment to admire the free peep-show of Carrie’s completely naked body before casting her dark gaze toward the sisters. “I didn’t get a good look as we were getting in the pool. There’s no way you…?”

“Have smaller dicks than Carrie?” Phoebe sighed. “Look, we do the best we can with what we have, so–”

“You betcha!” Daphne interrupted, “and honestly, the whole ‘big dick’ thing is great but there are other things you can offer the world! Like for instance, I’m great with my mouth! And Phoebe and I have both been practicing anal, too, so–”

Carrie’s eyes widened. “Together?!”

“No, dammit,” Phoebe glared. “For the last time, we aren’t like the Radis.”

The pink-haired girl glared suspiciously – or perhaps hopefully – toward the sisters. “...Yet.”

“Great with your mouth, mm?” Vanessa arched a brow, reclining against the side of the pool, her feigned-relaxed posture as smugly superior as ever. “Maybe I’ll consider letting you prove it.”

Carrie rolled her eyes. “Like sucking cock is hard. I’ve been a lollipop-addict for years, I’ve long since mastered my oral fixation. But I guess you’ve already had one Curie, eh Vanessa?”

“I never said you weren’t invited.” Vanessa’s come-hither gaze was unusually bold, for her – typically she was content to let prospective lovers and worshipers come to her, but ever since her encounter with her mother… as much as she’d enjoyed it, it felt important to cleanse her palate and reassess her priorities.

“Y’all are too horny,” Iris rolled her eyes. “Whatever happened to quality time and some good tunes?”

“I’m too young and hot for that,” Vanessa deflected. “So – Carrie, Daphne, what do you two say to a little… friendly competition?”

While Carrie and Daphne exchanged glances between each other, Dragana spoke up. “I like music. You enjoy Franz Liszt?”

Iris shrugged. “I was thinking more like Stevie Wonder, but hey, I’m open to new things. You in, Phoebe?”

The gloomier twin hesitated, then shrugged. “It’s that or masturbate, and I’ve done the latter three times today already – I don’t know how much longer my dildo will last.”

It was thus that the team’s foray into skinny-dipping came to a close, with its participants splitting three ways – a couple, a lascivious trio, and three girls just trying to get along. Probably still while naked, but just getting along nonetheless.

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The bunkbeds were in chaos. Four had been pushed together into pairs of two, their top bunks abandoned entirely, allowing for Kora and Luiza to get ‘comfortable’ while Vanessa entertained her dalliance with Daphne and Carrie. The other four remained as they were, allowing Iris, Dragana, and Phoebe to relax, playing music through Iris’s phone. They had, indeed, remained naked – why put clothes on, after all, when it wasn’t cold, and everyone was very familiar with (and largely impressed by) one another’s bodies?

As the soulful blare of Al Green began to snake through the cabin, though, it becomes difficult not to focus on Vanessa Vinke, and the two partners she’d picked for herself. Sprawled out across the conjoined bunks, Vanessa’s lean, flawless figure was stretched out, blonde locks splayed behind her, legs spread to offer the world her ‘gifts.’ Likewise naked as the day they’d been born, Carrie and Daphne crept up to her from both sides like hungry predators, exchanging wicked little glances at they studied Vanessa’s gradually-stiffening, remarkable girlcock.

“This one’s definitely a grower, too,” Carrie said, a bit of awe in her voice as Vanessa’s cock reached its full size in front of her eyes. Glancing towards Daphne, she arched a playful brow. “Tongues first?”

“Tongues first,” the brighter Gataki sister confirmed, settling on her hands and knees, legs spread enough that Vanessa could spot the – frankly, tiny – girldick dangling between her thighs, perhaps a quarter the size of Dragana’s, if that.

Both girls leaned forward at the same time, stroking the flats of their tongues simultaneously up along the sides of Vanessa’s cock, moving from base to tip, then hesitating for only an instant – their eyes met, and Carrie nodded, sliding her tongue back downwards while Daphne took control of the far end, wrapping skillful pink lips gently around Vanessa’s crown in a wet, velvety embrace. Meanwhile, Carrie descended with a series of decadent kisses down the length of the blonde’s cock, finally reaching her smooth, tight balls.

“Haahh… oh, fuck yeah…” Vanessa breathed, lifting her arms and sprawling out, giving the two other girls all the room they needed to work. The sensation was exquisite, both mouths working different regions, and with a remarkable degree of finesse. Daphne’s tongue curled around her tip, massaging it before the entire end of Vanessa’s stiffened girlcock vanished between her lips. Where someone else may have let their lips do the work at that point, though, Daphne continued to keep her tongue in play, always managing to find room inside her own mouth to lick and tease along the underside of Vanessa’s shaft. She was exactly as advertised – great with her mouth.

While Carrie’s approach was less conventional, it was no less thrilling, nuzzling and lapping lovingly at the athletic blonde’s balls, slipping one into her mouth and suckling gently – never hard enough to elicit even an instant of discomfort. Vanessa’s sack was not, however, where Carrie considered her domain to end. After a moment of attentive lapping and sucking, she dipped a little lower, trailing her tongue down Vanessa’s perineum before probing it insistently against her asshole, earning a surprised yelp of delight.

“O-oh–! I… w-wasn’t expecting that…” Vanessa shuddered, but definitely not in a bad way. This was something new for her, to be certain, but Carrie exhibited a level of skill that made the process seem somehow less invasive. Coupled with the more traditionally blissful sensation of Daphne’s mouth working up and down along her cock, and it was difficult for Vanessa to formulate a complaint to make.

“Mmnn, ne’uh – mmph–” Carrie took another gentle lap at Vanessa’s asshole before looking up, a perverse grin on her face, “never gotten rimmed before, Vinke?”

“O-of course I have!” Vanessa countered quickly, “I was just… a little surprised, is all. You can… you can keep going, if you want.”

“Why don’t we switch?” Carrie purred, addressing Daphne this time, though she continued to let her lips kiss and caress along Vanessa’s balls while she waited for an answer. It came quickly, as the cheerier Gataki twin popped back off of the blonde’s girlcock, a string of saliva keeping her lips connected to it.

“Mn, you bet, sweetie,” she smiled, leaning over to give Carrie a long, soft kiss on the lips while the two traded positions – Carrie pulling up to greedily slip Vanessa’s cock into her mouth, while Daphne brought her tongue back into play, teasing its tip in languid circle-patterns around Vanessa’s sensitive back entrance.

All Vanessa herself could do was squirm. She’d had more than her fair share of blowjobs, even from two girls at once, but this was something else entirely. Both girls had so much expertise in the field that they were even able to work in tandem, shifting positions back and forth. As soon as Vanessa became accustomed to one position, Carrie and Daphne would move around, often exchanging a brief kiss in between swaps. One would lick or suck at Vanessa’s cock, while the other would tease her balls or ass, though it was not uncommon for them to work both sides of that throbbing shaft with their tongues, focusing all their attention on one area, and it was in just such a position that Vanessa finally found her endurance waning. “Fuck… o-oh fuck…” she breathed, clenching her teeth as she felt an orgasm rising within her. Daphne was currently kissing and suckling at the base of the lead swimmer’s pulsating rod, while Carrie had just taken the tip into her mouth… and there was no more holding back.

Vanessa gasped, reaching one hand out to take the back of Carrie’s head and forcing her down, thrusting her hips up to stuff her cock deep down the other girl’s throat. “Ggllch–!” Carrie gagged, eyes watering as she felt her mouth invaded, held tightly in place between the blonde’s legs – and then she felt it. The slow, steady pump, pump, pump of several shots of hot cum blasting down her throat, a little spunk-bubble blooming from one nostril as she was force-fed Vanessa’s seed. “Nnnnh…!”

“Fhaahh…” Vanessa finally sighed, letting go and letting Carrie pop back up with a gasp, catching her breath and wiping the sticky white mess from her lips and nose. “That was outstanding. You two really lived up to the hype, huh?”

“You coulda just asked for me to go deep,” Carrie let out a little cough as Daphne gently licked a trail of cum from the corner of her mouth, arms winding gently around the smaller girl.

“Eh… where’s the fun in that?”

As the three girls got comfortable in the aftermath of their escapades, the ambient music in the room had shifted to classical now that Dragana had taken control, a small string orchestra offering a more moody, low-energy harmony. On the other set of joined beds, two other girls were enjoying an intimate moment of their own, though perhaps one a bit less libertine.

“Sounds like they’re having fun,” Kora whispered, arms wrapped around her lover, both girls still nude after the pool. “Y’know, we haven’t actually….”

“Actually what?” Luiza inquired, her expression equal parts pensive and hopeful, those large, dark eyes boring into her girlfriend’s. She’d been waiting for this for a while, for Kora to take the lead – the young couple had fooled around plenty of times before, made out, used their hands, but….

“Actually… go all the way,” Kora finally said, licking her lips, then leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on Luiza’s. “I want to – I really want to. If you do.”

Luiza returned the kiss, then swallowed hard. Slowly, she nodded, her heart starting to race. “I want to. I… I really want to, too.” She offered a warm smile, and another kiss, though this one didn’t break so quickly. The two girls melted against each other, chest to chest, hands beginning to explore and caress one another – getting hard wouldn’t be a problem in the least, so there was no reason not to take their time.

As the couple kissed and touched, facing one another, cozy in each other’s arms, both girls began to stiffen. After only a few minutes, Kora was fully erect, and felt the tip of her member bump gently against the tip of Luiza’s, both having reached full size and now meeting in the middle, prodding against one another. “Mmn, you really do want this,” Kora smiled into the kiss, trailing her fingertips along her lover’s slender hip, then squeezing gently.

“I do,” Luiza whispered back. “I want…” she hesitated, but not for long. Kora had taken the first time, so it was time to be vulnerable – to say what she really wanted. “I want you inside me, Kora.” Her words had a resolute tone, a certainty, that left little room for doubt. This was not a concession in a moment of passion, it was deep, genuine desire.

Kora swallowed hard, stealing another soft kiss, then nodding. “I’d be honored, my lady,” she finally said with a little smirk, nuzzling nose to nose. “Turn around for me? I want to hold you while I… while we….”

“That sounds amazing,” Luiza nodded, nuzzling back before doing what was asked of her. She rolled around in place, crossing her arms loosely across her chest and pressing her back against Kora, letting the other girl wind her arms gently around her. The fact that Luiza was a good bit smaller made it all the more easy and sensible for her to be the little spoon, and in a moment, she felt what she’d been so eagerly awaiting – the sensation of Kora’s hardened member pressing up against her perky little bubble-butt. “Nnn… yeah….”

“Are you ready?” Kora whispered, licking her own fingers and reaching down to rub them along her own shaft, getting it nice and wet before prodding forward, poking around in the dark until she found the tight opening of her girlfriend’s backdoor. She felt it tense against her a moment, a reflexive closing-off, before relaxing with Luiza’s exhalation.

“More ready than I’ve ever been for anything,” the other girl breathed back, biting gently on her lower lip. She felt Kora’s hands tease her – fingers caressing delicately over one nipple, causing Luiza to shiver with excitement. A kiss against the back of her neck, and then she felt that throbbing girldick slowly push into her. Patient, gentle, but so incredibly intense as it filled her up, bit by bit, forcing Luiza’s backdoor to gradually stretch and adapt to swallow the warm, hard shaft. “Oh… oh my god…!”

“Luiza…” Kora breathed, barely able to string her thoughts together enough to come up with a complete word. She was focusing on so much at once – beyond just the incomparable pleasure she felt from being buried so deeply inside of her lover, she also had to concentrate on keeping her pace steady, not rushing or being too rough. Her hands also continued to roam, one arm trapped beneath Luiza’s light frame, her fingers reached up to rub and massage at the other girl’s little pierced nipples, while her free hand descended, caressing up along Luiza’s inner thigh, just teasing past her stiff girldick before tracing up along her belly. She relished every squirm and cry that she managed to coax from the tan-skinned beauty, each one spurring her to grow more bold, more eager, rocking her hips forward and back with a gradually-increasing speed and insistence. “H-haah… holy shit….”

“Fuck…” Luiza moaned, biting her lip and arching her back, toes curling as Kora began to thrust into her with greater urgency and verve. “M-my ass…!” She shifted position slightly, throwing one leg back to arch around Kora’s hip, now as much in her lap as she was being spooned. As a deep, overwhelming pleasure began to bloom through her, she began to thrust her own rear backwards, meeting her lover’s thrusts with her own. She’d never experienced something quite like this, this intense ecstasy that came not only from how incredible the sex was, but how close a connection she’d come to share with Kora.

With the slight shift in positioning freeing Kora’s lower arm, she brought both hands upward, brushing from Luiza’s belly, up to her breasts, taking both of the perky little things in handfuls and giving them a gentle, lustful squeeze. She was matching Luiza’s backwards thrusts with her own, their collective pace only becoming faster, more kinetic, more frantic. Kora could feel the tip of her girlcock hit the point inside of Luiza’s ass where it would go no further, but still did not relent, pumping her hips forward again and again. Her lips found her lover’s throat, kissing it hungrily, eyes drifting shut as she gave herself in to pleasure, growing closer and closer to a climax she wouldn’t be able to deny. “Baby, I’m… I’m gonna….”

“Do it, Kora,” Luiza panted, craning her neck back to lock her girlfriend in a long, passionate kiss, tongue twirling around Kora’s. “Cum inside me… I want to feel you cum inside me….” She wasn’t far off herself, her slender girldick still steel-hard and releasing a drizzle of precum from its tip, her cheeks flushed with pleasure as she rode Kora’s dick. She wanted this, needed it, and it didn’t take her long to get it – Kora let out a gasp, muffled against Luiza’s back, and emptied herself with a volley of hot, sticky shots, pumping her creamy seed deep into her lover’s ass. Luiza shuddered with ecstasy, eyes rolling back slightly as she drank in the sensation of being filled with Kora’s release – before her own slender member had a release of its own, firing off a number of warm bolts that shot far enough to land mostly on Luiza’s chest and face, even as her ass was pumped full from the other end.

A long moment passed as the two simply clung to each other, basking in the afterglow of what had happened, and only after catching their breath did the two disentangle from one another, getting close, face to face, once more. “That was unbelievable,” Kora panted, keeping her voice low so that the other girls didn’t get any more of a free show than they’d doubtless already gotten.

“It was,” Luiza nodded, stealing a soft kiss, fingertips dancing gently along Kora’s breasts – not coaxing, but soothing, a gentle reminder that she was still present and in the moment. “We… need to do that a lot more. A lot more.”

“Luiza, I…” Kora began, then swallowed softly, uncertain whether to continue. But… if she didn’t say it now, it may be a while before she worked up the courage again. “I think I’m in love with you.”

The other girl allowed herself a coy, vulpine smile. “You think?”

“I am.”

Luiza leaned forward, pressing her lips to Kora’s again, this time holding the kiss – a long, tender embrace, both girls’ bodies still ablaze with pleasure. Finally, after a long moment, the kiss broke, lips separating barely an inch or two before the returned whisper. “I’m in love with you too, Kora Kane.”