My muscles contracting involuntarily. I slid down into the water, my bathing suit still pushed to the side and had a total shock wash through my body ...when the now cold water touched my sensitive clit and a rush of pleasure flooding me again and again. I held onto the float, unsure of what was happening when Caleb leaned me further over it, pulled my bathing suit down again and stuck his tongue barely into my ass. Probing further and further I didn't’t like it at all. I was trying to swim away. You have to use the inside of the cups because that's the soft part to touch the breast. I put each cup on either side of my cock and slowly started to fuck it. I looked at her yoga pants and imagined the fabric held tightly against her cunt as it started to sweat. I imagined her having to piss in the middle of a workout and pulling the damp pants and panties up to her salty crotch. She didn't wipe well enough so she could get back to the workout. Fuck it, right? She was going to shower after. But neither girl came quickly. No, they were having a competition, a slow-race to the Big-O contest to see which of them could squeeze the maximum pleasure out of squeezing that maxi-cock toy up their pussies.The object of the game was to delay major orgasm ( minor ones or Cherry O's, as they called them, were permissible.) The winner would be she who took the longest time so as to increase sexual tension and enjoyment and intensity of the Big-O. Then ( part 2 of the dare ) to outdo the other. "Last thing, and it may just put some of you off. Sex gets a little kinky at my house. All of my women like an aggressive, take-charge partner, and some of them actually get off on being dominated. Several of them make a practice of kneeling at my feet, and one of them actually wants to be my sex slave. I'm fighting her on that, but there's a pretty fine line between what I'm denying her and what I'm accepting from her peers. None of them are required to 'submit' and none of you will be either..