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Chapter 6: Don't Fight it
Chapter 6
by 
ErosApostasia
Continued from chapter 5:
She pauses, letting the weight of her words settle.
"You don't even have to take your swim bottoms off. Just pull them to the side and let him—" Paige leans down, her voice dropping to a playful, challenging purr, "—let him lick you until you come. You have had an orgasm before, haven't you?"
Hazel trembles violently under Paige's hand, her gaze darting between her friend's demanding smile and my bowed head. The suggestion is scandalous, a violation of every rule she has ever lived by, yet the heat pooling in her belly is undeniable. She feels exposed, watched, and utterly consumed by the gravity of the moment.
"I... I didn't..." she stammers. "I mean, I thought I was..."
She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. She knows exactly what Paige is talking about—the way her body reacted to the friction, the way her pulse throbbed in time with my cries.
Raven watches with a predatory stillness, her arms crossed over her chest, her dark eyes tracking every twitch of Hazel's muscles. She nods slowly, a silent endorsement.
"Do it, Haze," she says.
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From my position between Hazel's thighs, I speak up, my voice small and uncertain.
"Paige... Raven..." Hazel squeaks, her innocence almost painful. "I've never... I've never had an orgasm before. What... what will it be like? Will it hurt?"
She looks up at her friends, while I remain between her thighs, the sticky flavor of my release still coating my tongue, waiting.
Paige bursts into a laugh, though it isn't unkind; it's filled with a sort of wicked wonder. She kneels down so she's eye-level with Hazel, her expression softening just enough to be encouraging.
"Hurt?" she says. "God, no, Haze. It's the opposite of hurting. It's like... like when you find the perfect sentence in a book and it just hits you right in the chest. Or like when you're holding your breath and you finally get to exhale."
Raven moves closer, her presence cool and calming compared to Paige's fire. She reaches out, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind Hazel's ear.
"It's a loss of control," she adds, her voice low and melodic. "The best kind. You don't fight it."
Paige's smile widens as she looks at me.
"Just pull your swimsuit bottom to the side, Hazel," she instructs. "Ero here will do the rest."
She and Raven move behind me, their footsteps deliberate. They kneel close, their presence unmistakable.
"And we're going to give him some encouragement," Paige says, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Something to make sure he does a good job."
"We're going to keep doing it until Hazel comes," Raven adds, her tone matter-of-fact. "Got it, Ero?"
They giggle together, their laughter mingling with the tension crackling through the room.
Hazel's breath hitches as she realizes there is no turning back. The air feels thick, electric, and impossibly heavy. With trembling fingers, she reaches for the edge of her damp swimsuit, her knuckles white with tension. She glances at me, finding my gaze, and sees the raw, desperate hunger there—a mirror to the terrifying curiosity blooming in her own gut.
With a sharp, decisive movement, she pulls the fabric aside, exposing herself to the cool night air and the intense scrutiny of her friends.
As the first sting of Paige and Raven's synchronized spanks lands on my backside, Hazel gasps, her hips jerking involuntarily. She grips the edges of her chair, her knuckles digging into the wood, as she watches me descend toward her.
"O-okay," she breathes.
I dive in and devour Hazel's sex, my tongue working through her folds, circling her clitoris, swallowing the gush of juices that pour from her dripping opening. With one hand, I gently tug at her pubic mound; with the other, I begin to gently finger her, trying anything to push her over the edge and stop Paige and Raven's assault on my already tender bottom.
Hazel lets out a strangled, high-pitched sound, halfway between a sob and a moan, as my tongue finds its mark. Her entire body jolts, her toes curling against the floor. The combination of my warm, invasive mouth and the sudden, slick pressure of my finger inside her is overwhelming. She feels like she's being pulled apart and put back together all at once. Her head falls back, her eyes rolling shut as she loses track of where she ends and the world begins.
Behind us, the sound of rhythmic slapping echoes through the room. Paige and Raven aren't holding back; their palms strike my reddened flesh with increasing intensity, their laughter mingling with the sounds of my devouring hunger. Every time I try to pull back or shift focus, another stinging blow forces me back into my task, driving me deeper into submission.
I feel the moment shift beneath me as Hazel's body arches violently, her spine snapping taut as the waves of her first orgasm crash over her like a tidal wave. It is nothing like the books described—it is visceral, messy, completely consuming. She screams, a raw, uninhibited sound that tears from her throat, her fingers clawing at the air before finding purchase in my hair, pulling me closer even as her body shudders with the force of her release.
The sensation of her grip tightens something in my chest—something I'm not sure I'm allowed to feel. I lick her through the crest of it, desperate to prolong her pleasure, even as Raven and Paige's hands rain down on my heated skin in a frantic, celebratory rhythm. The spanking is relentless, each strike a bright flare of pain that blooms across my lower back and buttocks. My muscles clench involuntarily with each blow, and beneath the pain, something darker stirs—a strange mixture of shame and arousal that makes my cock twitch against the mattress beneath me.
Paige's voice cuts through the noise, bright and piercing.
"That's it, Haze! Take it! Get everything out of you!"
To be continued in chapter 7...
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