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This story was written for Clayburn. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and lots of orally focused fun. :3

Listen and Learn

Rebecca had never been the quiet type, but it was always when she found herself spending time with Marina that the dingo found herself feeling as though she wasn't quite as open and outspoken as she thought herself to be. No matter what they were doing together Marina always had a way of taking the conversation one step further than Rebecca had expected. Sometimes making her laugh in wonder, sometimes making her blush, always making her question something she had taken for granted. It was one of the thing which the dingo truly cherished about their friendship, and tonight, with a couple of drinks inside them and the promise of more to come, was proving no exception.

"Wait, hang on. Go back a minute, I think I missed something. Last time you talked about the vacation, you were on the beach. Now Holt's taking your top off. Where are you?"

The raccoon grinned, took a sip of her rum and coke, and wiggled her eyebrows at Rebecca as the dingo giggled and widened her eyes.

"But... you said it was the middle of the day. You said you could barely walk with how many people there were."

Once again Marina wiggled her eyebrows, but as she set her drink down she did at least offer a slight clarification.

"Well, there were some rocks which went at least up to here on me."

She gestured to a point just above her navel, then grinned yet again as she seemed to realise that such a distinction really didn't help her case when it was the bearing of her breasts she was talking about.

"But, I don't think anyone was paying much attention. At least, not anyone who cared. Besides, after he kissed me and showed my breasts some love, no-one could see what else he did."

Marina gestured downward, and squirmed happily where she sat as Rebecca's eyes widened and the dingo's cheeks turned beet red beneath her golden fur.

"H-he... he fucked you, right there on the beach?"

As soon as Rebecca asked the question, she giggled as Marina threw a playful hand across her forehead in a feigned swoon. The raccoon flopped limply against the table of their booth, somehow without spilling a single drop of her drink, only to raise her head and shake it with a renewed smile.

"No, c'mon, that'd be ridiculous. Way too risky and open, even for us!"

Rebecca's cheeks flushed, suddenly feeling rather guilty for the presumption even if honestly it did sound rather like something that Marina and Holt would do.

"Oh, right. Yeah, sorry, I dunno what I was..."

Before she could finish her apology though, Marina cleared up the confusion in no uncertain terms.

"Nah, he didn't fuck me. He just ate me out. Mmhh... fuck, there's nothing like that moment when you feel their breath on your thighs and you realise how fucking incredible you're about to feel, right?"

The raccoon's eyes got wider still, and she took a long sip from her margarita before clearing her throat and shrugging.

"I... I mean, I wouldn't know."

Marina snorted with laughter, but when she saw the somewhat bashful, slightly hurt look on Rebecca's face, that amusement immediately faded into regret.

"Oh, shit. I... I'm sorry, Becca. I really didn't mean... I just, I thought you were kidding."

The raccoon sighed, and smiled as she felt her friend's hand reach out and touch her own around her glass. Marina had always been a very tactile person, eager to hug and touch for comfort whenever possible. At first, honestly Rebecca hadn't been sure how she felt about that. But now, after a couple of years of being friends, she was always glad to know that she didn't have to be bashful or restrained about sharing physical contact with one of her dearest friends. Thus, she reached out her other hand and placed it over Marina's own, reassuring her friend that no harm had been done through her words.

"It's okay. You know me and James have been working on... well, that part of our relationship for basically as long as we've been together. But, really, it's not even about him. At least, I don't think so. I mean... he's not, t-that is, his tongue never really... we tried, a couple of times. But, even before him. With my other boyfriends. I never..."

Her cheeks burned hotter. Her eyes fell to Marina's paws as the raccoon placed her second hand over Rebecca's own. When the dingo's eyes rose once again however and their gazes met anew, she saw disbelief of a different kind in Marina's eyes. Not judgement, not concern, but... slight frustration, perhaps, and maybe a strange sort of sorrow, as though lamenting what Rebecca was missing out on, though she didn't seem to know it.

"You've... never? Never, from a guy's tongue?"

Rebecca shook her head.

"Never. But, couldn't it just be me? Maybe I'm just not into that?"

Marina's head tilted to one side.

"Maybe? I mean, only you can answer that. Does the idea of a guy's tongue working on your..."

She glanced up, around them to make sure they weren't being overheard, then pressed on without any further hesitation.

"...on your pussy not sound good?"

Rebecca's face burned hotter still.

"Well, sure, it sounds hot. I've imagined it. Seen videos. Read fics. B-but... maybe I'm just not built for that, y'know?"

Marina frowned and shook her head, clearly unconvinced.

"Can James make you cum with his fingers?"

The dingo whined bashfully, blushed, giggled, and nodded.

"His cock?"

Another giggle. Another nod. Marina nodded.

"Then he can do it with his tongue, too. And he should, if it's something that you want. He should want to. And if he can't figure it out on his own, or even with you there to guide him..."

The raccoon's hands squeezed a little tighter at Rebecca's own, and as their eyes lingered on one another, Rebecca felt her cheeks burning hotter than ever before at the look in Marina's ever-bright hues.

"...if you're interested, Holt could give him some pointers. Show him how to find out, how to learn what it is you want, what you need, and deliver on it."

Rebecca felt a tremor run through the raccoon's fingers, and she saw Marina's own face start to glow beneath her fur.

"Holt is... he's, I mean... I've never known a guy who can work his tongue like Holt. Hell, I've barely known any women who could, either. If he can't teach your man how to make you gush like a blown hydrant..."

Rebecca squealed with laughter as Marina's voice trailed off with another wiggle of her eyebrows, but at the same time she could feel her heart racing, and her mind starting to turn over fantasies that had long gone unfulfilled, consigned purely to being lived out in her head while other pleasurable acts were being performed.

"You... you really think he'd be okay giving James some pointers, t-telling him what to do?"

Marina smiled, and licked her lips playfully as she lifted one hand away from Rebecca's own, only to bring it up to rest against one of the dingo's cheeks.

"Oh, Becca. Tell him? No, this isn't the kind of thing where you can just give someone a mechanical guide to follow step by step. It's about seeing what you want. Intuiting and interpreting. Listening to what you tell him your body needs in order to get where it wants to go. Holt can't tell James what to do, but... if you really do want your man to learn how to eat you out until you're a screaming, whimpering wreck..."

The raccoon's fingers caressed Rebecca's cheek so softly, so intimately, the dingo barely realised that she was leaning tenderly into the touch until she heard Marina whisper once again, and felt certain that the raging heat in her cheeks was about to set Marina's whole hand ablaze.

"...he could show him. Show you both how to communicate in a way that will make sparks, and juices fly."

*********

After that night came to an end, several weeks passed. Weeks of normal life punctuated by the occasional conversation between Rebecca and James about the border collie's experience and proven willingness to learn over the last year, and about Rebecca's past relationships and her dissatisfaction with the oral efforts of every one of her past partners. Finally, once the groundwork was laid, a more lengthy and sincere conversation occurred between them in which the question itself was posed. Would James be willing to try and learn under a teacher, in a more practical, intimate context.

Of course, during that same time period Rebecca and Marina spoke more, not planning anything set in stone without James' explicit consent having been achieved but with the raccoon assuring Rebecca that Holt was one hundred percent on board. And, to his credit, James did attempt on more than one occasion to give Rebecca what she had shown an obvious interest in receiving without outside assistance. On more than one night Rebecca blushed as the border collie slipped down between her legs as they lay in bed cuddling, making out and building towards something more in their tender passions... but though his efforts were well intentioned, the swift, firm licks that James applied to her proved far less effective than if he'd just used his fingers, or better yet allowed Rebecca to use her own. Inevitably he lifted his head, wide eyed, eager and hopeful, only to receive a soft, somewhat weak smile from Rebecca, and a whisper which despite being intended encouragingly couldn't help but drive home his lack of success.

"Wanna fuck me now, instead?"

Thankfully, Rebecca knew that James was a good guy. While their sex life had always been a work in progress, with James having started a virgin and admitting perfectly frankly that he didn't possess any particular natural talent when it came to pleasuring a woman, they had come to care for one another deeper and deeper over the past year of their relationship. They were in love, dearly so, and as a result sex and their efforts to improve it were just a bonus, albeit one which Rebecca longed for a little more frequently, intensely and perhaps even kinkily than she tended to admit to her partner. Still, James did try, sincerely and with all the effort and potential he possessed. He just needed... guidance, and it seemed that as they sat and had their long, deep conversation about that particular night at the bar between Rebecca and Marina, the border collie understood what was being offered, and to Rebecca's shock and delight was rather open to letting it happen.

"So... what, the four of us would... spend a night together? And, Marina's boyfriend, Holt. He'd show me. He'd... eat you out?"

Rebecca's cheeks were crimson as she and her boyfriend sat on the couch together in the midst of that conversation, her eyes mostly locked with his, but ever so occasionally darting downward where she couldn't help but notice the tent in the border collie's jeans.

"If that's okay with you. Yes. And, i-if... if you wanted, Marina said that... that you could, um... practice what he was showing you. On her."

James' eyes widened, and for a split-second Rebecca thought that she'd asked too much, that she'd pushed too far and her boyfriend was about to tell her as much, to shame her for this whole idea and accuse her of wanting to cheat.

But, she soon realised that she should have had more trust in James. And as he answered her bashfully but calmly, the dingo fell in love with the collie all over again, deeper and harder than ever.

"If... if there's even a chance that I could come out of a night like that able to do a better job making you happy, making you cum? I want to try it. And, god, Rebecca. It... I swear I've never really thought about that kind of thing before, but... the idea of sharing our bedroom with them, with other people while we... we all... it's scary, yeah. But, it's really freaking hot, too."

Rebecca's cheeks flushed, and she giggled uncontrollably as she nodded, reaching out and running a playful hand across her lover's clothed erection.

"It really is. Isn't it."

They blushed, they looked at one another, trembling, smouldering, both just waiting for a chance to do what they were both silently pleading for the other to do to them. After just a few seconds though, Rebecca could hold back no longer, and whispered tenderly to her boyfriend as she leaned in, stroked his cock a little more firmly through his jeans, and pressed her muzzle hungrily to his own.

"Take off your clothes, James. T-take off mine... and fuck me, right here, right now... l-like... like Marina and Holt are watching."

*********

Well over a month after the conversation in the bar, weeks after James had agreed and many nights of sex fuelled by the fantasy that they were being observed, watched, critiqued on their performance together, four figures rested upon Holt and Marina's large double bed. Perhaps it would have been a little more comfortable for James and Rebecca to have this experience in their own room, but their double bed was rather too small to fit four fully grown adults, whereas Marina made no bones about the fact that her bed had fit more than four people simultaneously on more than one occasion.

The night had gone well thus far. Holt and James had hit it off rather well. There had been no last minute jealousy or doubts from the border collie or indeed the dingo herself, and when after a relaxing evening of a little wine and a lot of unabashed stories from Holt and Marina about their various sexcapades both together and apart, the four of them had found themselves in the raccoon and badger's bedroom. Clothes had come off. Bodies bared, cocks stiffened and pussies dampened with anticipation.

They felt ready.

They looked ready.

And as Holt shifted across the bed from where he had been lying, cuddling up against Marina with his straining erection dribbling a little pre-cum on her right thigh, the raccoon had extended her hands, grasped hold of James' own, and guided him across the bed to her, away from the dingo as Holt moved to lie beside Rebecca instead.

"Hey..."

There was something about Holt, a quiet confidence which oozed seductiveness despite the fact he was anything but the kind of douchebro guy who would go around hitting on folks like he felt entitled to their time or attention. Thus as he lay down beside Rebecca, not making any move to actively touch her yet, and spoke that single, calm word of greeting and acknowledgement, the dingo felt her insides squeeze and quiver in anticipation like they did when she heard the motor of her favourite vibrator start up, and felt its trembling eagerness buzzing in her hand.

"I want to make you feel good. That's the only thing that matters tonight, okay? So please, don't be afraid to tell me what you want, or to tell me to fuck off if I even look like I'm about to start doing something you aren't into."

He spoke softly, but not so quietly that it wasn't obvious he was saying all this for everyone on the bed to hear. Rebecca's gaze glanced over to where James was blushing, trembling with his chest heaving up and down as Marina cuddled up to him, a hand running through the fluffy fur of his stomach while the other gently caressed his neck. Holt meanwhile didn't look away from her for even an instant. It was like she was the only creature in the entire world. In fact, even Holt obviously beginning to talk to James as he kept staring at her did nothing to dispel that passionate illusion.

"I know it may sound obvious, but... sex is about two people, you and your partner. Oral sex though, not sixty nines or anything like that, but dedicated pleasuring of your partner alone... it's all about them. All about her. And that means right from the start, you need to admit something. You're never gonna be an expert. You're never gonna be a master of giving oral sex, because every time you lie down between those beautiful thighs, it's gonna be a new day, a new moment where your lovers preferences and moods and fantasies and even the chemicals running through her body and mind are gonna be subtly different from every other time you've been with her. So, the two best things you can do are to look out for common threads, things she enjoys across most, if not all of those occasions. But far more importantly than that... talk to her. Ask questions."

He blinked, and suddenly, though his focus had never truly left Rebecca, a soft whimper escaped the dingo's lips as Holt rolled over and suddenly placed himself directly between her legs, which fell open for him like a book opening out onto the exact right page at the slightest flip of its cover.

"What can I do for you?"

Holt whispered, leaning down and kissing Rebecca on one thigh so tenderly, so delicately that she barely felt it, and yet with such passion that she couldn't help but whimper in excitement.

"Marina told me no-one has ever made you cum from oral before. Tell me why. Tell me what they didn't do that you wanted them to do. Tell me what I can do."

Rebecca's cheeks burned crimson, but she nodded, trembling as she felt warm breath washing over her nether regions.

"T-they... they always focused on my clit. But, even if it's rough a-and warm and... and wet, a tongue just can't put on the same pressure as a finger, or a toy being held by someone's hand."

Holt's eyes sparkled, and he licked his lips, drawing a groan of longing from Rebecca and a whimper of excitement from James close by all at once.

"How would you solve that problem? What would you do, if you were wanting to pleasure a pussy like yours, with your own muzzle."

Rebecca quivered, whimpered, and curled her toes as Holt nuzzled and kissed at her thighs, his muzzle drifting back and forth from one to the other all the while as he waited for her answer.

"I... I d-don't know, I've never... I mean, maybe I'd... I'd t-try... sucking on it. On my clit. I know it's only small, but... pressure like that, I've seen videos, heard people talk about it. It sounds nice. S-sounds good."

Holt smiled and nodded.

"It does sound good. Would you like me to try it?"

Rebecca glanced helplessly towards James, feeling as though this was the last possible point of no return. To her delight and relief though, the border collie just beamed at her encouragingly, panting, tongue hanging out as he found one of Marina's hands on his right thigh, and one of his on hers in turn as she curled her legs around him from behind, bare breasts resting against his back as she smiled, watching from over one shoulder.

Turning her gaze back towards Holt's inescapable eyes, Rebecca nodded. She braced herself for the awkwardness of a first time sexual interaction, of the barrier between friendship and something else being irrevocably shattered. To the dingo's surprise though, there was no sudden and dramatic shift in her mind as she felt the heat and the intensity of Holt's breathing against her pussy grow more intimate and immediate in its presence, nor indeed was there even a change when the badger's fingers made contact to spread her outer lips apart, opening up her labia in order to gain better access to the swollen nub hidden away beneath a soft, fleshy hood at the apex of her most intimate reaches. He was still Holt. Still her best friend's boyfriend. And she was still Rebecca, in a closed... well, mostly closed relationship with James, and not really desiring anything beyond that, aside from what was transpiring right now, of course.

Nothing had changed, and yet, as she felt those lips close around her clit, and her eyes widened as for five or ten seconds intense, delicious and utterly unfamiliar sensation crashed through that receptive point of flesh, everything changed.

"Ooohhhh... shit..."

She gurgled softly as Holt released the pressure built up within his suckling muzzle with a soft, wet pop. Her clit was still tingling, still throbbing, and she swore that without looking down it felt like it had been stretched and tugged out of hiding to feel almost twice its normal size, if not more so. In that moment, both she and Holt looked to James, and she giggled as it was the badger's eyes to whom her lover's own were drawn, reverant and awe-struck.

"Holy fuck, man. How did you... I..."

He stammered and blushed, falling silent as Holt smiled and shook his head reassuringly.

"It's no trick. No magic. I really don't mean to sound like I'm criticising, James... but, listen to Rebecca. And, Rebecca?"

He looked towards the dingo with those same warm, wise, comfortingly inescapable eyes of his.

"Talk to James. Don't be afraid to micro-manage. Not when it comes to this. Not when it comes to you and your body. Your pleasure. No-one knows you better, and to imagine that our lovers will just understand what we need because we're connected to them somehow... well, wouldn't it be much easier, and much less reliant on fantasy, if we just said what we wanted, and taught, and guided, clearly and without shame."

Holt smiled at the blushing, squirming, still panting dingo as she tried to take all that in, and saw her boyfriend trying to do the same while not being overwhelmed by all the visual delights on display before him. After just a few seconds though, Holt spoke up once again.

"You said James flicked your clit with his tongue. Could I try that, for a second or two?"

Rebecca blushed and nodded slowly, half a little worried that it would feel better than when James did it and she wouldn't be able to hide that fact, and half worried that it wouldn't feel any better, and Holt would keep doing that rather than what he had just shown her he was capable of doing. Sure enough the male's tongue delved between her spread lips once more, and she gasped, arched her hips slightly... then sagged back, whimpering in undeniable frustration as that same lacklustre bathing of saliva was granted to her clit, not nearly firm enough in its contact despite the badger clearly trying to apply some pressure to each sweep.

When he lifted his head just moments later though, saw the look on Rebecca's face, then turned to James, he was smiling.

"Some things we see in porn videos are in porn not just because they're visually appealing, but because those actors like those things. Why fake what you can enjoy for real. I'm sure we watched a fair few of the same clips growing up, and that move with the tongue is a classic. But, it's not for everyone, and it's not about learning to do it better. Again, listen. You aren't bad. You aren't a slow learner. You just need to be paying attention to the right lessons."

Holt turned back to Rebecca, and before he could even open his mouth to ask the question, she was nodding and hurriedly asking, almost pleading for what she wanted next.

"Suck my... m-my clit again. Show him. Please, show James how..."

Grinning, Holt nodded. He gestured for the collie to move closer, which James did with a whimper of excitement as he pulled himself away from Marina only to find the raccoon following along to get a better look too. Rebecca whined and blushed as she found three muzzles soon resting within about a foot of her crotch, but she couldn't let her embarrassment rule her for long when Holt delicately trapped the frontmost point of her nether regions between his lips, creating a vacuum and upping the pressure until her clit began to tingle once again, then to throb, then to blaze with pleasure as he ever so subtly wiggled and pursed his lips against the straining nub.

Amidst the thrashing, the whimpering, the yelping in pleasure which followed, Rebecca also heard voices. Not her own screams, not Holt, his muzzle far too busy to be saying anything more. But, familiar voices nonetheless.

"You see what he's doing? How he moves his lips, keeps the pressure up while working the clit. And, he uses his tongue too. When its already that sensitive and stimulated, you can do what you've done before, and it'll work a treat."

Sure enough, the voice, Marina's voice, was right. Holt began to flick her clit while it was under the pressurised thrall of his lips, and a shrill shriek escaped the dingo as her legs instinctively locked around Holt's face. Fuck. Fuck , he was as good as Marina had said he was, and more!

And yet, despite how absolutely fucking incredible her pussy felt at that moment, Holt's successful attempts at eating her out weren't the hottest thing which Rebecca experienced at that point in time. That came from Marina, from the raccoon's voice as it continued to whisper soothingly, tenderly to James... and as she heard them beginning to move, to shuffle and re-position themselves on the bed as a result.

"If you want, you can practice with me. I'll tell you exactly what to do every step of the way, just like Becca will from now on..."

The dingo whined loudly in excitement, and as if to prove Marina's point, she let slip a breathless, pleading gasp to the badger between her legs.

"I... I love feeling something inside me. Please, two fingers. You don't need to move them, just... oohh god, leave them in while you... oh god, yes, just like that... harder. Suck harder, please..."

She spoke to Holt, but her head tilted to one side so she could watch Marina lying down next to her. So she could see James glance over at her for approval as he crouched, overwhelmed between the other woman's broadly spread legs, and see the wonder, the joy, the excitement and the nervousness on his face all wrapped up and intermingled as he saw her nod eagerly amidst a fresh, giddy moan. Rebecca watched as James leaned forward, and she whimpered as she watched her best friend grasp hold of the back of her boyfriend's face and guide his muzzle helplessly into contact with her nether regions.

"Remember what Holt did. Spread the lips, gently... o-oh, mmh, ohh god, don't worry, I'm just aahhh... apparently I'm more sensitive than Becca. But, I can take it, I promise. Spread me, and then... yes, like that. That's... aahh, that's it. Purse your lips, form a seal and... oohh god! Yes. Like that! Mmnhh, harder. Don't be afraid. Listen to what your lover wants, let them tell you when it's too much. More. Ohh... mmmmh-more!"

Marina's head turned as she moaned encouragingly, sincerely to James, and she beamed through her pleasure at Rebecca. The dingo however was too overwhelmed, too overcome by the excitement of seeing her boyfriend eating out another woman and feeling Holt doing the very same to her to return that smile. All she could do was cry out. Louder, and louder, sometimes uttering James' name, sometimes Holt's own, and sometimes crying out so mindlessly in her rapidly building pleasure that no words could form, just a cacophony of blissful sound.

"Please, oohhh... fuck me! Your fingers, use them. Oh fuck. Ohhh fuck, I... James, my clit, aaahhh, and your fingers, I'll... I promise, I swear I'll cum! I'm... oh god. Oh m-my fucking... I'm... I'm gonna cum!"

She might have instinctively cried out to James, but it was Holt whose fingers began to attack her with swift, urgent thrusting strikes in that moment. She wailed, thrashing, shaking her head.

"Nnnnhhaahhh... n-no, not like that! Like James does it... o-oh god, slow. Deeper. Curl them, y-your fingertips. Hit my... oohhhhfuck, my g-spot!"

Close by, the dingo heard her best friend gurgle in lust of her own.

"Ohh fuck, that sounds like it feels good. James, be a sweetie, do that to me. Just like you would to her. Keep sucking. Keep... a-ahhh, just... oh fuck. Ohhh, holy fuck that's... right there! Harder! Ohh fuck, Becca, you didn't tell me his fingers were fucking g-spot seeking missiles. Hha-ahhhhh, shit! I'm... ohhh fuck! Becca, your boyfriend's gonna make me cum!"

Rebecca giggled, she wailed, and she nodded deliriously as she let slip a wordless grunt that had originally been intended to convey that she was in much the same state. Before she could make a second attempt at actively announcing her impending orgasmic bliss though, it was impending no longer. One moment she was a woman who had never cum from oral sex before, and the next... god, the next, she was a ball of fire raging, flaring, setting ablaze all that lay around it as Holt applied a level of suction to her clit which betrayed just how much he had been holding back to that very moment, and thus likely how much more it was possible for such actions, no matter who delivered them, to provoke in terms of pleasure.

" Yes!"

Rebecca screamed as her back arched, as the badger's fingers pulled free from her pussy, and as a wave of her juices hit her best friend's lover in the face while she began to thrash and quake in absolute ecstasy. If that wasn't enough though, if by some impossible feat being granted her first orally induced peak under such deliciously open and freeing circumstances as these hadn't been truly enough to satisfy Rebecca, she need not have worried. Just seconds later, as she was still cresting that first incredible high like she was a virgin sharing rapture with another person for the very first time, she heard a loud squeal just to her left, then a familiar whine of bashful pride from the man she loved. Even through her glazed, glassy eyes it was impossible to mistake Marina's orgasm. Impossible to deny its presence, every bit as wild and untamed and vibrantly unabashed as the raccoon from which it was erupting forth with shrieks, moans, and judging by James' gurgling a more substantially wet release than he was used to the handful of times his g-spot seeking fingers had drawn such a response forth from the dingo.

"Ahhh! Ahhhhhhgod_yessssss_!"

The two women sang together in their orgasmic ecstasy; their bliss combining, uniting them in the triumph of their release at the behest of... well, not their men exactly, but in the presence of the man they loved nonetheless. Despite cumming slightly after Rebecca however, Marina was the first to come down from that overwhelming high, and she giggled as she lay back, panting, grinning, and watched as for a handful of seconds longer Rebecca's toes curled and her lungs burned while she tried to scream once more despite having long since run out of breath. James had drawn back almost as soon as he received the reward of hot female ejaculate to the face, too stunned and overjoyed at his success and the visible pleasure he had brought Marina through it to continue. Holt however had remained locked to Rebecca's thrashing, writhing figure throughout her peak, and only when she finally collapsed, utterly and completely spent, did he remove his muzzle from around her aching clit with a final wet, slurping pop of released pressure.

"O-oh my god..."

Rebecca whimpered softly, deliriously as James crawled over beside her, swapping places with Holt as the more adventurous of the two couples gave their friends some room to decompress.

"Ohh m-my god, James... I... I can... oh, f-fuck... I can cum from a man's tongue. From your tongue. I know it now."

She giggled bashfully, but reached up and cupped one of the border collie's cheeks as their eyes met.

"James. Please... I... I'd really like it if you could do that for me, like you did for Marina. I'll show you. G-guide you, just like Holt said. Please, w-will you... will you share that with me?"

James' cheeks flushed. He whined, grinned, and leaned forward to kiss Rebecca tenderly on the lips, both of them getting even redder in the face as they shared the taste of Marina's arousal with every meeting of lips and tongue.

"Of course I will, Rebecca. I... I'll do anything, learn how to do anything for you."

He murmured as their kiss broke, and then to the dingo's surprise and sorrow, pulled away from her. Away, crawling and shuffling his way down the length of the bed. Down between her legs, towards her...

Rebecca's eyes widened, and she gasped as she felt the border collie's trembling hands spreading her thighs apart, then a pair of fingers parting her swollen, sensitive labia just like Holt had.

"O-oh, James, I didn't mean..."

She giggled and whimpered adoringly to her sweet, silly boyfriend, but gasped as before she could fully explain to him that she hadn't meant he should do so right now, not while they were still here with their friends, certainly not so soon after she'd just cum, James' lips encircled her clit. She felt him capture her swollen nub, felt the pressure beginning to build, and just as she was about to warn him that she was going to be too sensitive...

"O-oh..."

Her eyes widened.

They bulged.

Her back arched, and before she could stop herself, a hand flew out not just to touch or caress the back of her lover's head, but to grasp at a handful of his headfur rather tightly as she pressed his face into her crotch.

"Ohhgod... it's still... o-oh... James..."

Normally, after going at her clit with a couple of fingers, a thumb or a vibrator, it had received far too much direct stimulation to assist her en route to a second orgasm. Apparently however, the method that Holt had shown her, and which he had taught to James, did not count as direct stimulation in her body's understanding. At least, that seemed to be the case given that she wasn't too sensitive to receive more pleasure. Quite the contrary in fact, her body, her pussy, her clit in particular seemed deliciously, wonderfully more receptive than ever.

A grunt of pleasure rang out from close by, and Rebecca's cheeks burned crimson as she realised where they were and who they were with. She looked over to her left, and sure enough there were Marina and Holt, the badger now lying on his back, and the raccoon eagerly lowering herself onto his thick, substantial erection.

Her eyes met with those of her best friend, and Marina winked at her as while she and Holt watched from the other side of the bed, James began to put into practice what he had learned.

"Don't... d-don't stop, James..."

Rebecca heard herself moaning, quaking as she felt herself being watched, the two of them as a couple, as lovers being admired, enjoyed by Holt and Marina.

"Oh. Ohh, suck... ah, s-suck a little harder. S-squeeze with your lips, and... o-ohh fuck, yes, just like that... and please, James... d-don't use your fingers this time. I... o-oh god, it feels so good, I... I don't need them. Just your tongue. Your lips. Just... oh, James... just please, please, make me cum again..."

By Jeeves

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