During one of these phone calls, she had told me that she found having her neck touched was a guaranteed to turn her on.So, sat next to her, with my a...rm round her I moved my hand and started stroking her neck.I don't know what reaction I expected, maybe for her to move my hand or tell me to stop. I hoped she wouldn't stop me. As a 17 year old, with a little experience with girls, even getting to touch a girl in this way was a massive turn on.After a few minutes of me gently stroking the nape of. I listened and looked out to watch Ivy and finally let the stew simmer. I climbed out and went around and Ivy smiled, “two dozen.”I entered and pretended to walk like the ancient they saw. At my chair I picked up my book and sat. The light from a hundred tiny moons on the inside of the tent roof went out. Another light shone on me as I began to describe a rocky shore and breaking waves on rocks ... the whispers died as the story began to unfold.The scent of the ocean filled the tent and they. It was to the point of me begging for orgasms. I hadn't begged for an orgasm since I was as old as the number of eggs in a standard carton. The first couple that these to 'Goddesses' ripped from my body, using a combination of working over my prostate with what I can only describe as feeling like what a canine's looks like once inside the bitch. Well Courtney did warn me. Saying like my penis; I am a grower, not a show'er and that her and her subslut, could make me or better yet break me, mind. I continued to tease, constantly bringing her ALMOST to climax, then tapering off. When I felt I’d had enough, I pulled my face back, away from her. She responds like I thought she would. She places one of her hands at the back of my neck, pulling me back towards her, while her other hand shifted slightly, but kept her balance on top of the toilet tank. I go back to her with a smile on my lips, only to kiss her clit hard for the last time then gently lower her legs from my shoulders and stand.