I fought against the silken ties again as my nectar gushed from me. I could feel the warm fluid spreading everywhere. I wondered if it would ever end....lowly my orgasm started to subside, but as it did, deft hands released my nipples from their clamps, and liquid fire engulfed my nubs.Pain became pleasure as two soft, warm mouths started hungrily sucking on my poor abused nubs.I heard my voice pleading for more as another orgasm hit home, aided by someone briskly rubbing my swollen. It made me suspicious but I ignored it.Claire walked towards me with a dog-bowl in her hand and kept it in front of me. I saw it filled with rice and chicken. “Eat it, boost up. You gonna need some energy for the night,” she said, “No hands,” she addedI instantly bent down and started eating the rice from the bowl with my mouth like a hungry dog. By now I had mastered the art of eating from a bowl without using my hands. Within a few minutes, I licked the bowl clean. It was delicious.Everyone. We were alone at this point and it the last embers of the fire were going out. This was my defining moment as a teenager. I looked down at Jessica and in my slightly drunk mindset I just moved on pure instinct and hormones. I leaned in and downward trying to aim my lips at hers. It wasn't my first kiss, that was Karen from my sixth-grade class, but it was my worst attempt at a kiss. I ended up pressing my most of my lips to her cheek and only about a tenth of my lips actually made contact with. He noticed a big mound of branches and wood by the beach and decided to start there.He moved a few branches when he saw something that shocked him. It was a leg, a human leg. Don quickly moved the branches and found the leg was attached to what appeared to be a naked woman. She was lying face down, her blonde hair was scattered over her back and on the beach. He stared at her back, her bare bottom, and her shapely legs. He carefully rolled her over and gasped. Here before him was the most.