Rachel.

The bottle pointed toward the petite lesbian opposite me. She looked at the bottle, then at me, then wordlessly lifted up under her dress and slid her panties down her pale legs, over her combat boots.

"Come over here," she encouraged in a husky monotone. I could tell from her glazed expression that she was too horny to care who pleasured her. She needed stimulation, and hiked up her floral dress so she could part her legs.

Rachel had her small pussy on full display. It was red with arousal, the lips slightly parted, with a small drop of pre-cum forming in the opening. Her hood piercing glinted in the light, and I wondered what it would feel like on my tongue.

I kissed my way up her legs until I smelled the sweet-sour scent of her arousal. It demanded that I go closer. I kissed her pussy as Talia and Amy started to count. Not wanting to waste any time, I attacked Rachel, causing her to buck, moan, squeeze her thighs onto my head. I licked her clit, took the piercing gently into my mouth, and licked faster. Her snatch invited my fingers, taking three at once with ease. I was building up a good rhythm when Talia called time.

"Fuck! Godfuckingdammit!" Rachel yelled. We all shushed her.

Enraged at her denied orgasm, Rachel spun. The first time, it ended up turning back to face her. We laughed as Rachel tried in vain to get her mouth down to her vag, but she gave up and respun.

Her eyes shot open wide when the neck stopped on me. She cursed. "Fair's fair, I guess. Sorry, I won't be very good at this. And don't you fucking dare cum, understand?"

I agreed, and watched as she positioned her head over my cock. "Count fast?" She kissed it, timidly, and I started to count.

Rachel ran the point of her tongue up my shaft. Her eyes were closed tight, but she held onto me with her small hand. On the next lick, she used the flat of her tongue, and her piercing ran along my shaft until it caught slightly on my head. The extra stimulation felt really good, and I lost my count.

"Keep counting!" Rachel insisted. I found my spot. She pushed her lips around my head, and held me in her mouth for a moment. She teased me with her tongue stud until the time ran out.

"Was that so bad?" Talia smirked.

"I don't see the appeal. It's like a clit that got out of control."

We all smiled again, and I reached for the bottle. It landed on Rachel.

"Jeez!" Amy groused. "Is the floor crooked or something?"

Rachel didn't respond, but leaned back and hiked her dress back up, too horny to consider anything else.

This time, I went right into it. I sucked her pussy, fucked her with three fingers, felt her velvet folds around my fingers and the rough patch just under her clit. She was soaking wet. Soon her juice ran down my chin as I savaged her with my tongue. I heard the numbers in unison behind me.

"45, 46, 47..." But Rachel last to 60. She announced, "I'm gonna cum!" And clamped her thighs down on my head. I was trapped with my mouth on her vag. She moaned through her climax, then relaxed her hold on me.

I wiped my mouth clean. It was Rachel's turn to spin, but she was still recovering. We decided to take a break, and when we came back, Amy had a new rule.