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The Dare

By: Scarlett Minx



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Her Story:

How did I let him talk me into this, I wondered? I peered out into the audience, but the stage lights' glare made it impossible to see past the first few rows. I spotted Phil at a table at center stage. He calmly sipped his drink as I stepped further out into the light. The smoky atmosphere smelled of tobacco, beer, sweat, and lust. Whistles and catcalls met me as I listened for the music to start. I was the last performer for the evening in the contest.

Phil had spotted the banner for the amateur night contest at one of the strip clubs in the seedier parts of the city. We had met after work for a light dinner. I had taken a taxi to the restaurant, knowing he would take me to my home after dinner. I was still dressed in my business attire, conservative dress and blazer, a white silk blouse, and dress shoes. Underneath I had on a bra, panties, and the garter belt and hose he liked so much on me. After dinner, Phil hailed a cab to take us home.

The driver gave me a strange look as I snuggled against Phil, but I put it out of my mind. I wasn't paying much attention to route the cabby was taking until the end of our trip.

Phil had the taxi to the curb and got out. Opening my door, he beckoned to me.

"Get out, I have an idea," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

I looked around nervously, intrigued but not at ease with the unfamiliar surroundings. I stepped from the car and he took my hand. He led me to the door were a burly man with tattoo covered arms was collecting money from men entering the club.

"You can't be serious," I said in disbelief. "I don't want to watch some bimbos strutting around naked."

He slipped the man some money and we were motioned inside. The doorman's lust-filled looks made me blush. Obviously he was used to women who would put up with such crude behavior. I started to say something when Phil pulled me into the bar. I glared at Phil. What was he thinking? This was embarrassing. Before I could say another word, Phil had led us to a desk where several women were signing up for the contest.

"Go ahead Robyn, give the man your name."

"Phil, this isn't funny anymore. Let's go."

"I dare you."

It seemed as though all the other noises in the bar faded as he said this. So this was his game. We played a little dare competition from time to time. If the dare was refused, the dare-er could claim a sexual favor from the dare-ee. If the dare was accepted, the dare-ee was the winner and got to pick the reward. Both of us enjoyed the game, each too proud and stubborn to usually refuse. It added spice to our lovemaking, but neither of us had ever considered something so outrageous before. Clearly Phil was hoping that I would 'chicken out' and let him win. He smiled at me with a smug smirk on his face. It was the look more than anything else that did it.

"Ok, so that's how he wants to be." Turning to the man I gave him my first name. He told me that I was the final contestant, and that I would be dancing last, after the first five girls had performed. The rules were simple; pick out three songs to dance to, each performer could remove as much or as little clothing as she wanted, the audience picked the winner by applause. It was obvious the more nudity and sexuality the dancer presented, the better chance of winning. I nervously signed the entry form and was pointed towards the backstage area.

"Sure you want to do this?" Phil asked. I could tell he was expecting me to quit.

"Of course, but I hope you are ready to pay up after this is over. Cause I plan to make you pay BIG."

He looked startled by my tone of voice. I don't think he expected me to take this quite so seriously. I picked up a song list and selected three songs that I thought I could dance to. My stomach was full of butterflies as I handed it to the manager. He told me to go and get ready, as the competition was about to start.

I walked backstage. As I did, I could feel the weight and heat of the men's stares as they saw another contestant enter the dressing area. The thought of all these strange men seeing me dance filled me with trepidation and a strange feeling of arousal. As I stepped through the stained curtain separating the backstage area from the rest of bar my nipples began to harden and I felt the heat begin to grow between my thighs.

Backstage there were several regular strippers as well as the other amateur contestants. The contestants ranged from stunning to trashy. I was sure I just looked nervous. The professional strippers were giving advice and making suggestions. A table set off to the right held various props that could be used during performances. I looked through them as the MC announced the first contestant. I could feel myself sweat as I thought about going out on stage in front of all those strangers. The thought raised such conflicting emotions; fear, arousal, eagerness, and reluctance.

One of the regular strippers came over and asked if I needed any help getting into my costume.

"Costume?" I asked stupidly.

"I see. You were going to wear that?" she asked, an amused smile on her pretty face.

"Yeah, I guess. This is sort of a 'spur-of- the-moment' thing for me," I explained.

"That's ok. Let's see what we can find for you." She picked up a pair of eyeglass frames. "Try these on, we'll go for the urban professional look."

I slipped them on as she walked behind me and pulled my hair back and pinned it up. I trembled as her fingertips brushed across the nape of my neck.

"This excites you, doesn't it?" she whispered in my ear. Her tongue flicked my ear lobe.

"Yesssss," I hissed as her hand came around to cup my swelling breast.

Her fingers softly pinched my now-hard nipple. I heard her gasp in surprise as she felt my nipple ring there.

"Hmmm, not so innocent under these clothes after all. We can use that."

I let her unbutton my blouse as she rubbed herself against my back. When she had my shirt open, she spun my around. Looking at my bra, she reached down and picked a black leather push-up half bra.

"Put this on. It will show off your rings better."

Her words reminded me that soon total strangers would be seeing my intimate jewelry; something only Phil had seen so far. The thought sent a jolt of electricity straight to my swelling clit. I felt my body flush as I replaced my bra with the leather one.

My reaction wasn't lost on my helper. She just grinned wider and lifted my skirt. She looked approvingly at my black lace panties and stockings. Before I could stop her she had pulled my panties to one side and knelt in front of me.

"A shaved pussy. You know everyone will be able to see your pretty cunny."

"Yes," I said, as I blushed scarlet.

I gasped as I felt her fingertips brush my swelling outer lips. A surge of moisture seeped from between my lips as she softly ran her fingers up and down my slit. I could feel the hot breath from her mouth just inches from my sex.

"Why are you doing this?" my new friend asked.

I explained about Phil's dare, and how it was part of one of our sex games. She continued to stroke me with her fingers; softly and slowly. Before I knew it I was trembling on the edge of an orgasm.

She stood up, her fingertips glistening in the harsh light. I watched, fascinated as she licked her index finger clean. She extended her middle finger, still wet with my pussy cream, and held it up to my lips.

"Clean it, slut," she commanded.

Obediently I parted my lips and sucked myself off her finger. She ran her finger in and out past my lips. I swirled my tongue all around her digit, pretending it was Phil's cock as I did. Her other hand was busy tweaking my nipples.

"My name is Dee. I don't think you will have any trouble performing out there now, will you my uptown slut?"

"Unnnn unnn," I shook my head as I continued to suck her finger.

"Good girl."

She removed her finger from my mouth. She selected two additional props for my performance. The first was a slim leather collar that she fastened around my neck. The second was a metal dog leash, which she clipped to the collar. She wound the chain loosely around my neck as well.

"Button up you blouse."

With trembling fingers I did as she commanded. I was able close the top of the garment over the collar and leash. Dee fiddled with the chain until she was satisfied it wouldn't be easily spotted until I removed my blouse.

"Now for your first song just let your hair down, hike up your skirt a little, maybe untuck your blouse. Next song you can remove your skirt, unbutton your blouse from the bottom up. Just don't let them see your collar until the last song. Then I want you to show them what a hot-blooded woman you are, understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that."

With that she leaned forward and kissed my on the lips. I felt her tongue brush against my lips and I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. Dee had other ideas. She pulled back, leaving me wanting more.

"No, not until I get to see you dance."

I looked around and was surprised to see that four of the contestants had already performed. The fifth girl was just being called to the stage. I wished her good luck as she strode through the curtain. I could hear the patrons express their delight as another woman performed for them. My fear and nervousness began to reassert themselves as I waited for my turn.

All too soon she finished her third song. The applause she received sounded thunderous. For a moment I panicked. I can't do this. Letting everyone see me intimately. What if someone has a camera? No, no way.

Then the MC was calling my name. Dee squeezed my ass and pushed me gently through the curtain.

I blinked as the stage lights blinded me briefly. I walked hesitantly to the center of the stage. A few wolf whistles and crude comments came from the crowd. I spotted Phil sitting at a table.

All thoughts of calling this off vanished when he smirked at me, sure of his victory. My fear receded as I thought of what I would make him do after I won. I could my passion build as I grew more confident.

The speakers came to life in an explosion of sound. The first sound I had picked was Joe Cocker's rendition of "You Can Leave Your Hat On" from the movie "9 1/2 Weeks". It seemed like a perfect song to strip to. I began by strutting across the stage. I would spin and bend, letting the men see the shape of my body as I swung my hips and chest in time with the music. I reached up and pulled out the hairpins holding my hair up. As I danced I tried to make eye contact with the men in the crowd, everyone but Phil. Flirting with the men turned me on more and made them cheer more. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and hiked up my skirt, showing off my legs as I danced. Hours of bicycling have toned my legs and I enjoy showing them off. As the first song ended I spun around, pulling my skirt high enough for them to see my panty-covered ass. I flushed with pleasure at the crude comments coming from the audience.

I caught my breath as I waited for the next song to begin. This was turning out to be fun I thought to myself. The next song was "The Look" by Roxette. I spun around and began to unbutton my blouse from the bottom. I would open a button and then hike up my skirt. Slowly I opened my blouse. The men cheered as more and more of my body was revealed. It seemed as though I could feel their lust and desire as I danced. Maybe this is why some women enjoy stripping, I thought. Slowly, I rocked my hips as I pulled down the zipper of my skirt. As I slowly pushed it down, I did a pirouette. With my back to the crowd, I bent at the waist, pushing my ass towards the crowd. The response was immediate. I straightened up and continued to dance, the air cool on my sweaty thighs. As the song wound down, I pulled my blouse back to expose my breasts to the audience. I could hear their cheers and approval as my nipple rings were revealed to everyone. The leather bra made my tits jut out, the rings dangling as I danced, the stage lights making the steel rings sparkle as I moved.

The last song was going to get their attention. I had selected Berlin's "Sex, I'm A..". As it began, I pulled open my blouse. The top two buttons popped off and flew out into the crowd somewhere. The crowd roared as my collar and leash were revealed. I unwound the leash and rubbed it over my nipples. I went up to the edge of the stage and shook my tits and ass in the faces of the men in the front of the audience. I sat down and rolled onto my shoulders. With my legs in the air I pulled my soaking panties off and flung them into the crowd. I did an inverted split, letting everyone see my shaved pussy. I could feel my sticky lips pull apart as I did. I blushed as I realized how slutty this pose must look. Rolling onto my hands and knees, I crawled along the edge of the stage. It was so erotic to gaze into the eyes of the patrons, to see the lust smoldering there as I exposed myself for their entertainment.

As I crawled across the stage the leash dangled and dragged between my legs. I reached between them and brought it up between the cheeks of my ass. Grasping the handle of the leash, I pulled it tight and rolled my hips. This slid the chain back and forth between my labia. I shuddered as each link rubbed against my clit. The cool metal was a sharp contrast to the overheated flesh it was contacting.

Rising to a squat I spread my legs wide, allowing everyone to see me pleasuring myself. Reaching down I pulled on my right nipple ring, stretching my breast as I bent down and took the ring between my teeth. I tilted my head back, groaning as a delicious bolt of agony shot through me. While I continued to rub the chain over my clit I slow pushed two fingers into my pussy. I started to frig myself, making wet squishy noises as I drove my hand in and out. Shuddering, I felt myself begin to climb towards a powerful cum. Standing to a raucous barrage of hoots and catcalls, I added a third finger. The trails of honey running down my legs glistened in the bright lights. Knowing that my orgasm was not far away and that my final song was almost over, I decided it was time to involve Phil in this little scene. I walked over until I was directly in front of his table. I handed him the leash and turned away from him. While I continued to finger-fuck myself with one hand, I reached behind myself with my other hand. My fingertips circled my quivering anus. Gathering some lubrication from my cunt, I pushed a finger into my ass. The crowd went wild as I put on an obscene display for a bar full of strangers. Phil added to my excitement by tugging on the leash, stimulating my clit.

With a whimper my orgasm broke over me like a gigantic wave that swept me away. For precious moments the bar faded from my awareness as I rode my climax. When I could once again focus on my surroundings, I felt someone tilt my head back. A pair of soft lips met mine in a deep passionate kiss. Dee's tongue thrust itself into my mouth as she toyed with my heaving breasts. Taking my hand, she led me over to Phil. I collapsed into his arms as he smiled at me and gave me a deep kiss of his own. Our kiss was broken when Dee pulled on my leash.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend? Com' on, I DARE you," she said with a lusty grin.

The Dare

His Story:

"Oh my God..." I said in a choked whisper "...she's actually going through with it."

Yep, there she was. My petite little Robyn, her tussled hair down around her shoulders and looking sexy as hell, had just started to strut her stuff on the stage of The Purple Pussy in front of a frenzied mostly male audience. Joe Cocker's gravely voice was telling her to "stand on that chair.." as she swung seductively before their enraptured eyes. She wasn't the smoothest of all the dancers but what she lacked in moves she made up for in raw seductive power. Men where reaching passed the stage lights trying to get a quick feel and a few times I thought I saw Robyn intentionally lean in to let a few lucky ones get their wish. Oh FUCK, I thought, did I really want this or had I finally taken our game a little too far?

(Three weeks earlier)

Robyn and I were in bed. She had just given me a fantastic blowjob and was about to finish me off when stopped. I groaned in frustration and gave her a pleading look.

She just smiled and said, "Dare you!"

I was at her mercy and a captive audience and she knew it. "Oh fuck Robyn, not now" I whined.

"Dare!" she said in a steely voice that she reserves for only the most serious situations.

I rolled my eyes and sat up. She still had my throbbing cock clenched tightly in her hand.

"O.K....what's the dare?" I asked trying to feign interest.

Her smile broadened and suddenly she tore out of the bed and ran into the next room. I could hear her rummaging around in a plastic bag. Finally she returned with something in her hand. It had an odd shape and was covered in thick display plastic. When she brought it closer I finally got to see what was so interesting. Robyn held the package up so that I could get a good look. It was an assortment of dildos. They were all different sizes, shapes and colors. Some were smooth while others were bumpy and one was so realistic it looked like it had been surgically removed just prior to packaging. The thought made me shudder internally.

"Well, what do you think," she said?

"About what?" I said. "Don't I have a big enough cock for you anymore?" I mumbled in mock hurt.

She playfully smacked me on the head with the package. "These aren't for me, silly."

"Well they sure as hell ain't for me either girlfriend." 

Was she serious?

Robyn only smiled swinging the plastic package back and forth in front of my eyes like a bad cartoon hypnotist. 

"Dare you!" was all she said.

I looked away with a smile of my own. 

"Robyn", I started hesitantly, wanting to choose my words carefully, "I can appreciate that you want to keep our love making 'exciting' buuut, well, this isn't something that I'm at all interested in. I'm sorry but it's just not...me."

I could tell that Robyn was disappointed.

"Well I thought I'd give it a try," she said weakly tossing the package off to one side of the bed.

It hit the carpet with a brittle crack. I flinched at the sound. Being the way our 'game ' is played I waited for Robyn to tell me what to do to her sexually now that I had refused her dare but she didn't say anything. She just resumed sucking me off. We continued for another hour or so and then, both of us sated, turned off the light and went to sleep. As I lay there waiting for sleep I listened to her steady breathing.

Dildos, I thought. She wanted to stick those things up my ass, well no thank YOU. Then it hit me. A wonderful idea sprang up and formed like an ice crystal, fast, clear and sharp. It grew and grew and minutes later I was fast asleep, a smile of contentment on my face.

The next day at lunch I went to the newsstand around the corner from work. Several months earlier I had noticed a publication called Fast Times. At the time I was curious so I picked it up and took a quick glance through. It was a swingers magazine. It contained information on people who were interested in swapping partners. Now I wasn't at all interested in seeing Robyn with another guy. I mean I try not to be the jealous type but the idea of her with another man didn't sit well with me at all. No, there was another reason why I'd picked up the paper. I quickly flipped through to the back an soon spotted what I was looking for. Smiling to myself I paid for the paper and walked back to my office. As soon as I was safely tucked away in the comfort of my work sanctuary with the door closed I made the call.


The Dare



What had started out as an argument – a simple squabble between a married couple – had quickly escalated into much, much more. Neither husband or wife were prepared to back down; both resolutely holding their own ground and prepared to capitulate nothing to the other. And so the dare was born.

“Oh, come on. Everyone knows that men are far more predatory than women.”

As soon as Ralph Fielding had spoken the words he knew that it had been a mistake. 

Francine, Ralph’s wife, stared at him, her dark eyes blazing. Ralph had seen this look before and he knew that he had pushed her too far. She would always vehemently defend her status as his equal in any circumstance and it was usually a source of great entertainment to Ralph to wind her up like a coiled spring.

“That’s rubbish and you know it!” Fran exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch as she became totally embroiled in the argument. “Women can hunt men just as easily as men can hunt women.”

“I know they CAN,” Ralph replied with a grin. He knew that he was pressing all of Fran’s buttons. “But the fact is that they DON’T.”

Francine fumed while Ralph continued. “Men are just a lot more forward than women. For example; how often do you hear about a female flasher in the park exposing herself to men?”

“It could happen.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I could if I wanted to.” Fran defended herself. “No problem!”

And there it started. The words were out of Ralph’s mouth before he could stop himself.

“So prove it then – I dare you.”

“What now? Go to the park and flash my tits at some unsuspecting guy walking his dog?”

“Why go all the way to the park?” Ralph asked calmly. “There are four guys working in the back yard right now.”

Francine felt cornered. There was no way she could back down now and she knew it. She had to accept the dare or forever accept her husband’s word without dispute. She nodded her head slowly.

Ralph knew that this would be one dare that he would lose, but he didn’t really care. For months he had been harbouring dark, secretive thoughts. He knew that his wife had a great body and he loved the way that men stared at her in the street. Now it looked as if he would get the chance to see their reaction to seeing her “uncovered”.

The Fieldings’ lounge looked straight out onto the back yard through a large plate window and, as Ralph slowly pulled back the drapes, they could both see the four workers as they toiled with the fencing that they had been assembling for the last two days. The black skin of the labourers seemed to glisten in the late afternoon sun as they worked and Ralph knew that his wife would be turned on by the bulging, rippling muscles that were currently on display.

It was only a few seconds before one of the men noticed that the drapes had been pulled back and that Francine was standing, seemingly unaware of their prying eyes, in the centre of the room. All four man stood gaping as the dark-haired beauty that they had been contracted to work for suddenly pulled down the top of her red dress and exposed a pair of firm, succulent breasts.

“Christ, she’s got her fucking tits out, man!”

Carl’s exclamation was totally unnecessary as his co-workers Max, Lee and Brent were all well aware of what they could see.

Ralph was becoming more than a little excited as he secreted himself behind the drape so he could monitor the men’s reaction unobserved. All eyes were on Fran’s lithe body as she stood in front of the window. Ralph had to admit that she didn’t look at all concerned. In fact she appeared calm and collected. For a brief moment he wondered if she had ever done this sort of thing before.

“Okay. So, can I get dressed now?” Fran asked assuming that she had succeeded in winning the argument and in doing so strengthened the cause for women everywhere.

“Well, you can stop if you want.” Ralph replied with a sigh. “But of course, a man wouldn’t stop there. A man would expose himself completely, wouldn’t he?”

Francine looked at her husband. She knew he was winding her up but she was well aware that what he was saying was the truth. All the stories about male flashers that she had read about in the news and heard about from friends always seemed to include the words “massive erection” in them. She recognised that she would have to strip completely to win this debate.

But as Fran peeled down the rest of her dress and stepped out of it she felt a tingle of excitement running down her spine. She had not flashed her body to anyone since college when she and a girlfriend both pulled up their sweaters and exposed their teenaged breasts to a train full of businessmen departing for the city. That had been fun and the sensations that she was now feeling brought all the memories of that day flooding back.

But could she go all the way now? She was older than she was then and her body, although still fit and supple, was still never again going to be the body of a teenager. With a shiver of apprehension, she suddenly realised that the men in the yard had already seen most of what was to see. Would discarding her panties, the last remaining vestige of her clothing, really be such a big thing? Francine thought not.

As Ralph watched his wife pull down her panties and finally step out of them he felt a shudder of lustful excitement run through him. Four men that he barely knew were at this moment drooling over Francine’s smooth shaved vagina and heaving breasts. He couldn’t help notice that her nipples were hard and swollen already and guessed that she was probably as excited as he was. She stood with a transfixed stare out into the yard and it was only when Ralph playfully smacked her rounded buttocks that she finally seemed to break her reverie and return to the present moment.

“So I win, right?” Francine stated as she turned to face her husband.

Ralph nodded. It was well worth losing the dare to fulfil his private fantasy. Well, he thought, at least PART of the fantasy. 

As Fran padded off in the direction of the shower, Ralph was left to reflect on what had happened. It had been good, he mused, really quite exciting as the erection that he was currently sporting under his shorts could prove, but it wasn’t quite enough. Ralph wanted more. He wanted to see his wife taken hard and fast by the men in the yard. Ralph looked out of the window. All the men were still gazing in to the lounge from the forgotten work positions. He took a deep breath. His arm raised itself as if with a life of it’s own and waved to the men. He was signalling them to come inside. He doubted if there would be any of them that would not accept the invitation.

As Francine wandered, still naked, out of the shower and back into the lounge she was immediately shocked by the presence of the four black workmen. She was aware of her nudity but somehow, maybe because of her earlier display, her lack of clothing didn’t seem to matter that much.

“What’s going on?” She asked as she dropped the towel to the floor.

Carl stepped forward. He was a large, man of African descent. His wide smile displayed a set of pure white teeth that seemed to light up the room.

“We all come for more of what you were offering earlier, lady!” He drawled.

“Well, I don’t know what you think I ….”

Francine’s words were immediately curtailed as her husband grasped her by the wrist and pulled her – quite forcibly – towards the sofa.

“Do this for me, baby.” He whispered into her ear, pleading. “You’re so pretty, so sexy. Let me share you with these guys, please? I really want you to do it with them so I can watch. It’s my darkest fantasy. Will you do it? Please? For me?”

For a moment Francine was silent. It wasn’t so often that she felt this much in control and she wanted to milk the situation for all she could.

“Well….I don’t know….”

“Please, baby.” Ralph pleaded. “Please do this for me?”

Francine’s face slowly widened into a great beaming grin. She would not be telling her husband but, whilst in the shower, she had been fantasizing about this very situation. She had imagined the four men all over her, pawing and groping her, licking her body and forcing themselves on her. Would they be “big”? Would they treat her like the slut she felt? As the water cascaded over her she couldn’t resist touching herself and almost as soon as her fingers had found her engorged clitoris she had felt the waves of orgasm washing over her.

With a wink to her husband she said, “okay, boys, I’m all yours. Come and get me!”

Francine leaned against the back of the sofa as all four men moved quickly towards her. Ralph sat back and prepared to indulge in his most yearned for fantasy. His wife was about to get herself fucked by four big black men!

Carl and Max were first to lay their hands on Ralph’s dark-haired wife. Her ass was almost being presented to them and both men licked their lips appreciatively as their strong, work-gnarled fingers began to squeeze the warm scented flesh of Francine’s pert buttocks. Lee and Brent caught up very quickly and seemed more than happy as they grabbed a breast each and started to pinch and roll Fran’s already hard nipples between their fingers.

“This little bitch is already wet!” Max exclaimed as he slid a finger down through the valley of Francine’s buttocks and between her pouting sex lips. “I reckon she’s been thinking about this and got all hot and excited!”

Ralph heard his wife moan deeply as Max’s fingers slid slowly in and out of her wet pussy while Carl’s digits played around the tiny exposed hole of her anus. He could see from the glorious expression on her face that she was absolutely enraptured by the attention she was experiencing.

“Oh yes!” Francine mumbled through clenched teeth. “Harder! Deeper!”

While her nipples were still being pinched and sucked by Lee and Brent, their co-workers were frantically fingering both of Francine’s holes. Ralph watched as the whole of her body began to shake and tremble. Her knees suddenly buckled and Carl had to use a spare arm, wrapped around her naked waist, to support her while she crashed through a mind-shattering climax.

As Francine trembled through the aftershocks of her orgasm, Ralph watched as the workers all began shedding their clothes. Shirts and jeans were quickly stripped from muscled, brown bodies and thrown, discarded onto the floor. Carl was the first to become naked. Ralph gasped quietly as he saw the big man’s fist enclose around a penis that looked almost twice the size of Ralph’s. The appendage was already hard and swollen and poked angrily over the top of Carl’s hand.

“Come suck some prime black meat, bitch!” Carl growled as he pulled Francine’s head towards him.

The big workman’s fingers, still wet with Francine’s love-juice, now entangled themselves in her shoulder-length dark hair. He was rough with her, as Ralph had expected he would be – and as he expected that his wife would want – and jerked her head towards his throbbing member. As Francine opened her mouth he simply forced half of his length straight in between her soft, feminine lips.

“That’s right baby. Suck me down your throat like a good little cock-sucking bitch!”

Ralph realised that Francine didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Her mouth was suddenly full of big black cock and her hair was still being held having the effect of steadying her head while she was literally face-fucked. Ralph wondered if she would try and pull back but, if anything, he noted, his slut of a wife was doing her best to take more of the inflamed meat into her throat.

Carl moaned as he felt his tool slip right to the back of the white woman’s throat. Her fingers teased under his scrotum sending shivers of excitement coursing through his hard body. He could feel the tension in his balls building. Should he give her fair warning of his impending climax, he wondered?

Ralph and the other three men watch as, with a tight-lipped smile, Carl suddenly rammed the entire length of his tool into Francine’s throat. He didn’t seem to worry that she gagged slightly but held her head in a tight grip as he released the contents of his balls into her mouth. Francine tried to swallow as best she could but there was too much sperm for her to contend with. When eventually Carl relaxed his grip on her head she rocked backwards and the watching men were treated to the sight of their friends’ cum dribbling from Fran’s abused lips and dripping down onto her swollen nipples.

But Francine was to be given no respite. Ralph looked on as the other men, now naked and erect, suddenly sprang into action. Francine was bodily lifted from the sofa. As Max sat down, his hard tool jutting from his body like a black tree-stump, Lee and Brent lowered the willing Francine onto him. Her legs were held open and she had both hands on their shoulders as Max guided his weapon into her hot, wet pussy.

Max heard his employer’s wife sigh as his cock slithered into her dark, warm tunnel. She was very wet already but surprisingly tight. The walls of her pussy gripped his shaft tightly and he placed his hands onto her ripe buttocks pulling her down heavily onto him to gain maximum penetration.

“Can she take two of us at the same time?” Lee shouted at Ralph.

“I don’t know. I’ve fucked her myself, both cunt and ass, but I don’t think she’s ever had two guys inside her at the same time!”

“Do it, you big bastard!” Francine suddenly interrupted. “Do it now!”

Lee was unsure if the white slut was referring to him or if she was just begging Max to fuck her pussy harder. He decided instantly not to bother to find out and moving up behind her started to rub his thick, meaty cock up and down through the crease between her butt cheeks. 

Lee could clearly see Max’s tool as he bucked his hips and pumped his cock deeper and deeper into the woman’s vagina. It was a sight that turned him on and spurred his own cock into further action. His fingers probed and explored Francine’s back passage as he widened and lubricated the tight hole until he was sure she was ready for him. 

With a groan, Lee entered Francine’s hot, puckered ass. He was only in a few inches or so but he could already feel Max’s cock slamming into the woman’s other hole as hard and as fast as he could. He pressed himself in a little deeper and felt Fran’s muscles tense. He heard her cry out in lust and knew that she was cumming again.

Ralph watched as his wife’s body, now limp from the onset of climactic exhaustion, was used so brutally by the two men inside her. Max looked close to cumming, Ralph thought, his eyes were tight shut and as he rammed his meat into Fran’s pussy his trembling fingers closed around her tight nipples. Also, Lee didn’t look far behind either. His pure white teeth gnashed together as he pumped his erection in and out of the tiny, star-shaped hole. Ralph held his breath. It was possible that the two men could cum at the same time.

As if life was presenting Ralph with a wonderful treat, both Lee and Max groaned and simultaneously thrust one last, frenzied time into Francine’s abused pussy and ass. So forceful were they that, with a cry of satisfaction, Francine found herself tumbling across the sofa as the two men sprayed their cum over her lower body and breasts. For a few glorious moments, Ralph watched as his wife was pinned down and coated in thick, creamy male fluid.

But there was still one more guy to satisfy, Ralph noticed with a smile. Brent had been watching the gang-bang quietly and stroking a long, thick cock which was now dripping with pre-cum and fiercely erect. Francine was lying back, legs akimbo and both her holes open and dilated. Brent wasn’t going to miss his chance. Gripping two white ankles in his hands he hauled Francine’s legs up and draped them over his shoulders. Her vagina was now in a direct line with his tool and he lunged forward, thrusting the entire length of his cock deep into her pussy.

“Shit, man.” He complained. “This bitch has got no grip in her cunt! You guy’s must have widened her up too much, I can hardly feel a thing!”

“Fuck her tits then, Bro!” Max laughed. “Nobody been there yet!”

Brent smiled his agreement and quickly pushed Francine back onto the sofa. Straddling her chest he placed his throbbing tool into the valley of her cleavage. Fran was exhausted but seemed to know exactly what to do. From somewhere she found the energy to push her heaving breasts together to provide a warm, sweat-lubricated tunnel for Brent to fuck.

Ralph and the rest of the workers stood back and cheered their friend on as Brent slammed his cock between the twin globes of Francine’s tits. His buttocks were almost a blur as he increased his tempo and muttered through clenched teeth.

“You like big black cock you little bitch? You want more cum on you? Yes? You want to feel my cock explode? Then suck it, bitch. SUCK IT NOW!”

In a flash Brent had moved himself up Francine’s body and, supporting her head, forced his twitching weapon into her mouth. Ralph watched fascinated as his tired wife tried to create a good suction around the head. But it was all too late. With a deep guttural groan, Brent closed his eyes and started cumming. His sperm covered Francine’s face and hair and swamped her mouth. Again she swallowed as much as she could but, inevitably, she ended up looking like a drowning slut!

A Little later, four very happy and satisfied workers could be seen digging holes for fence posts and laying concrete in the Fieldings’ back yard.

“Just one thing?” Francine gasped, as she still lay naked and exhausted on the sofa.

“Mmm?”

“Remind me in future, if I take one of your dares or wagers, to make sure I’m fit enough before next time!”

“Next time?” Ralph enquired. “You think there will be a next time?”

“Well, the spare bedroom needs decorating and I’ll wager you that the workers won’t get finished the same day.”

“Okay, I’ll take that bet. But what happens if I win?”

“You get to watch them fuck me all over again.” Francine grinned.

“And if you win?”

“Er…well... You get to watch them fuck me all over again!”

“Sounds like my sort of odds!” Ralph laughed.

The End



The Dare



She called it a dare, but I knew what drew me to it was the challenge.

I came across the ad while browsing the "Casual Encounters" section of Craigslist (about as wild as my life gets these days). It was in the "W4MW" section, which I always found interesting. A woman admitting what she wants and adventurous enough to explore the possibilities was always sexy. 

The ad itself, though, was unique; something more than just someone looking to get laid:

"All I'm looking for right now is to have someone write some stories about me and fantasize about me. I've discovered they tend to turn me on and I enjoy reading them and playing with my wet self to them, however, I'm always reading someone else's and have never experienced reading one about me."

The pictures attached to the ad certainly helped foster inspiration. Jet black hair, cascading down just past her shoulders made me wonder if she liked having her hair slightly pulled while she was bent over, being fucked from behind. Nothing painful, mind you; just a slight enough to let her know that she wasn't in charge at that moment. 

The lips that had just a slight, natural pout to them. My mind instantly began conjuring the image of them wrapped around a dick, giving a slow, teasing blowjob. An act in which she knew that she didn't have to look up to gauge his reaction. The writhing of his body and the low moans he was emitting told her all she needed to know. 

Her breasts were the perfect size for her thin frame, maybe a C-cup at most. The nipples were just right for tugging lightly with your teeth and slightly tweaking between your thumb and forefinger. I could imagine someone slowly kneading them as he stood behind her, whispering to her what a bad girl she was as his hardness pressed into the crack of her bare ass, making her wetter by the minute. 

Then there was the third photo: Her hands cupping each side of her bald pussy, with what appeared to be a slight hint of material bunched up on the side. Maybe she had taken it in the bathroom at work, a quick moment of naughtiness to break up the monotony of the day. 

The soft folds of her outer lips begged to be slowly parted by a tongue. That act would come soon enough, though, after she teased you. 

Maybe it would be out with another couple, you innocently enough holding her hand under the table during light-hearted chatter during a casual Friday night dinner. She slowly moves your hand to her thigh and up her under her skirt, until it rests on the bare skin that wasn't covered by panties. You try to hide your surprise and movement as you lightly run a finger up and down the slit, teasing her clit at the end. 

She shivers and the female part of the other couple asks if she's all right. "I think there's a draft in here or something," she says while acting surprised. "I just had a chill run up my spine."

The friend laughs and says, "Oh, I hate it when that happens!"

The drive home is one big tease and he playfully chases you inside when you arrive home. No sooner has the front door closed he's pushed you up against it, dropping to his knees, pushing up your skirt and burying his tongue in your pussy. 

Your head falls back against the door as you exclaim, "Oh God!!!" Between his tongue parting you, his lips teasing your clit and his finger teasing your g-spot, you come in no time at all.

As soon as the orgasm subsides, you make an attempt to unbutton his pants, but he's already two steps ahead of you.

Picking you up and pressing you against the door, he easily enters you as you wrap your legs around his back, roughly matching him thrust for thrust. It doesn't take long for both of you to come, thankfully simultaneously. As the wave subsides, you both stand motionless except for your rapid breathing. He slowly lowers you to the ground and you silently lead him into the bedroom, both of you shedding clothes as you go. 

Yes, the ad was different. The hardness you felt was different as well. It wasn't the usual turn-on from watching videos of random people fucking on some website. 

No, this was the sexy challenge of a real person; a person you wished you could've met several years ago before marriage and a mortgage and attempts at career advancement. The turn-on that comes from the anonymous fling of a fantasy in your head.



The Dare



This is my first story ever, so I'm sure there's a few rookie mistakes here. I don't mind constructive criticism.

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One night in November, Sam and his friend Tom had recently turned 19 and were playing Truth or Dare with Hannah, Sarah, and Emma, three girls they didn't know very well. They had just met at a party at Hannah's house. Everyone else had left and none of them wanted to leave yet. Sam was 5'6 barefoot with long hair and a skinny body. Tom was almost 6 foot tall, handsome, and athletic. The girls were all between 5'10 and 6 foot tall and wrestle in college. Sam and Tom thought the girls were cute and were trying to pick them up. Little did they know, the girls wanted something else from them.

"I choose dare," said Sam.

Hannah said "Great. I dare you to kiss Tom."

Sam and Tom said "what?" together.

"You heard me. I want you to too kiss. And not just one solitary kiss. I want you to kiss for five minutes."

"We're not doing that. We're out." They stood up to leave.

"Yes, you are." Hannah and the girls stood up too, they were all barefoot. "If you don't do it now, we'll hold you down and kick you in the balls until you do it. And trust me, we'd have no problem wrestling you down. Oh, and take your shirts off."

Sam and Tom looked at each other and, reluctantly, started removing their shirts.

"Oh, I know what will make this even better." Emma said as she took out her lipstick and started putting it on both men's lips.

Sam and Tom looked at each other again apprehensively as Tom bent down, his lips meeting Sam's. They started with small pecks but they became longer at Hannah's insistence.

When the five minutes were over, they looked embarrassed and gave Hannah an "are you happy now?" look.

Sara then said "Now it's my turn. I dare you two to continue for another five minutes. But use your tongues this time, and take your pants off. Oh, or If you choose truth instead, admit how much you liked it. I saw your boners when you were kissing." 

Neither man wanted to admit to each other (or themselves) that they got turned on, so they removed their pants.

"Good. Now Sam, get on the floor and lie on your back. Tom, get on top of him, with his legs wrapped around your waist."

Now wearing only their socks and underpants, they did as they were told. When they got in positions, they could feel each other's erections.

"Moan louder, and wrap your arms around him. Act like you're enjoying it." Sam didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to enjoy it. He liking having Tom's tongue in his mouth. He had been with women before but he had always been curious about being with another man. He never actually intended to do that but he thought to himself that If he had to, at least it was with Tom whom he considered a good friend and kind of good looking. They were so into it that they didn't notice the girls taking pictures of them.

Emma finally said "Okay, that's enough. Now I want you, Tom, to fuck him in the ass and come inside him."

"What? No, that's our limit. I'd rather take my chances fighting you."

"Oh well, I guess you don't care If we show these pictures we took to your friends and family then."

"What the hell? Why would you take pictures?"

"So we'll have something to fap to! And to blackmail you with. Now shove your dick up his ass or else."

"I'm sorry, buddy," Tom said as he removed his underpants to reveal his thick, 9 inch dick.

"Oh god, please don't."

"I'm sorry, I have no choice. I'll try to be gentle." With that, he started pushing his cock into Sam's ass. As Sam started yelling, Tom shoved his tongue into his mouth to try and calm him down, and keep him quiet.

Sam felt like he was being torn in half. As he started crying, he held on to Tom with his arms and legs as tightly as he could, hoping it would all end soon. But to his surprise, he still had a boner, and when Tom came in his ass. Sam came in his stomach.

"Aww, well wasn't that cute? And we got it all on tape! Be sure to come back here at least twice a week so we can keep playing games. Who knows, If you're good, maybe we'll allow you the privilege of massaging our sweaty feet after wrestling practice, or fucking you in the ass with our strap ons. You can go now."

With that, Sam and Tom put their clothes back on and left. Neither man spoke during the ride back home. They were to embarrassed both because they basically got raped and worse, because they actually liked it.



The Dare



I dare you.

I take you to the station; the train is waiting. 

“Ok” I say, “ it’s a turn around commuter train. It goes to Manchester then comes back, only two stops. On the way there it will possibly be too full for you to carry out the dare, but coming back, at 11pm, it should be empty enough for you to fulfil the dare. Are you still up for it?”

“Yes,” You reply smiling “ I'm just a bit chilly.”

I laugh, “I'm not surprised.” I say, “ Ok lets check your not cheating.”

You had already refused the dress I had chosen and left it in the car deciding to surprise me with your attire.

You open your coat, at three quarter length it stops just above the knee revealing the black knee high boots and stockings you are wearing.

I look at you, you have on a button up top and no bra; your breasts and nipples are easy to see through the thin material, your nipples harden at the feel of the chill.

You have a suspender belt on, and clipped to that a lacy pair of black seamed stockings. 

“You cheated” I say, “You’ve put a g-string on” 

You giggle. “Only half cheated” you say turning slightly so I see that it's tie sided. 

“Mmmmmmm, maybe I should pull the string now” I say laughing. 

“You can wait 'til after we’ve done this.” you say.

“Ok its 10pm now I’ll be here to meet the train at midnight, you got the camera?” I say,

“Yes” you reply kissing me. Then turning to board the train, smiling at me, you look like many others on their way home, no one would guess you were semi-naked beneath your coat.

I watch your train leave; the hard on in my pants bursting, damn I want to fuck but its too late, the train has left the station.

I go to the station bar and order a drink; it’s going to be a long three hours for me. I think back to the silly dare game we played that brought us here; some comment about a train ride and taking pictures of yourself naked on a train. I smile over my beer as my mind races with possibilities of what you are doing. Will you really expose yourself or will you simply sleep the journey through?

When you board the train there is only one seat, it’s opposite two men and alongside a third, you smile as you sit enjoying the buzz that you are in public semi naked. You say ‘hi’ as they nod to you, and make your self comfortable.

You take out a magazine that’s been pushed down the side of your chair and begin to read.

“You going to Manchester?” one of the commuters asks. As you reply you are measuring him up and down.

He’s about twenty five, tall and well built,if the suit he’s wearing is anything to go by; he smells of aramis and you reply to his question with a,

“All the way, yes”

You notice his eyes travelling down your body, and notice that, where you are seated, the position is giving him a nice shot of stocking clad thigh, but your coat hides any real detail from his view.

He notices you, catching his gaze, and smiles embarrassedly; you smile back, your eyes shining at his naughty boy look.

You again read the magazine, the train travels on, until a voice announces that it will be stopping at a station, there is movement around you, and you see that most of the train empties as you set off again.

There are now only you and the suit in the carriage; as the ticket inspector makes his rounds he flashes a smile at you, as he stamps your ticket.

“Wow, it's warm tonight.” Your companion says, as the inspector leaves your carriage.

“Mmmmmmm” you reply, watching as he stands and removes his jacket, to reveal a white shirt stretched over wide shoulders.

This time he catches you looking, and you both laugh, “I’m Simon,” he says, extending his hand,

You lean forward to accept, and your topcoat button undoes itself, to reveal a hint of sheer transparent material covering your shoulder.

“Hi, I'm Cas.” you reply, he holds your hand in his.

His grasp is firm but not intrusive, and it's warm to the touch.

As he releases you he asks if you’d like a drink, “There’s a trolley at the back, I’m going.” he says.

You smile warmly, “Thank you, coffee please, white one sugar.”

He moves off to the rear of the train, you watch him go as he enters the next car, leaving you alone.

You take out the camera and set the timer for 5 seconds, you place it on the chair he has just forsaken, and quickly undo the remaining buttons, your heart beating hard, as you reveal your semi-nakedness.

The rush of naughtiness runs round your body as you position yourself, back towards to the camera, and pose sultrily looking over your shoulder, smiling. The camera captures the image. You then sit in your seat, opening your coat all the way, and splay your legs, touching your clit through your panties, and again the camera captures that image.

You then undo the buttons on the top and let your breasts bounce free from restraint; again the camera captures you perfectly.

Just then you hear the hiss of the train doors as your companion returns with the coffee. You quickly grab the camera and slip it into your pocket, you have time to fasten a couple of buttons before he sits down and offers you your drink; 

“Thank you Simon” you purr.

You notice him stare at you, and realise he can see down your coat, your nipples harden at the excitement that he may be able to see your unfettered breasts.

As he sits, he again makes a comment about the heat and unfastens his top two buttons, 

“Are you not hot in that coat?” he asks smiling, 

“I’m fine, thank you” you reply, but inwardly you are playing with the idea of showing this stranger your nakedness.

You both sit chatting and drinking your coffee, he’s a salesman with a large company. You say you're travelling to meet a family friend, and make small talk as the train rumbles on.

After thirty minutes he excuses himself, needing the toilet, again, you watch him go, again, as he leaves, you undo your coat.

You feel your arousal, and notice a damp spot on your flimsy panties, you take the camera out, and sitting there, you undo one side of the panties to partially reveal your pussy, photographing it.

You get two shots of your half revealed pussy and your naked breasts when the door hisses again you rapidly fasten your coat, smiling at the mischievousness of the situation and hide the camera again.

“Sorry,” He says as he sits, “I think the coffee, and the motion of the train, broke me.” He laughs.

You laugh too, the thrill of almost being caught has a tickly feeling vibrating around your sex, and your nipples are hard beneath their flimsy covering, they scream to be touched and felt.

You just pull your coat tighter and smile back, 

“Yes it does seem to have that effect,” the vibrations of the train are bouncing through your body, your arousal is apparent as you feel the slickness between your legs as your thighs rub together.

You need to use the toilet, you have to satisfy the urge of your body, and so, 

“Excuse me,” you say, and go to stand. As you stand the train lurches, and drives you to the seated position again.

Laughing, you stand again, making a comment about sleepy legs, and head to the toilet. You close the door behind you and reach into your coat, caressing your clitty and stroking your enlarged lips.

“Mmmmmmm” you shudder, as a small orgasm rushes through you, and looking in the mirror, you realise this is a perfect picture opportunity.

You set the camera to take 5 pictures and take your coat off, removing your top, and sliding it into your pocket.

You stand naked, but for your boots and stockings, you sit back on the toilet and push your aroused pussy upwards to the camera, then, as the first click sounds, you push two fingers deep inside yourself; the camera clicks, taking the pictures, as you finger fuck yourself to another quick orgasm.

You smile for the camera and take one more picture of your wet, glistening, fingers as you lick your juices from them.

Then you put your coat on, not bothering with the top, you are naked and loving the feeling as you return to your seat, where Simon greets you with a smile.

“You ok?” He asks, “You look a bit flushed”

“I'm fine.” You reply flashing your teeth in a contented smile.

“We'll be in Manchester in a couple of minutes.” He says.

“Yes,” You breath, not taking any real notice as you enjoy the post orgasmic rush, stealing over your body.

“Yes,” he says “end of the line for me.” 

“Yes” You say, dreamily, as one hand is gently fondling your sex through the pocket of your coat.

“Oh, by the way, you dropped this as you left.” he says, holding out your g-string, one side still tied, the other open, where you had loosened it earlier.

“It must have fell off when the train had,”, you look at the g-string and at Simon, he is smiling, “tossed you down.”

You notice his thumb is rubbing the moist gusset, and his eyes are ablaze, with questions he wants to ask.

The tannoy on the train announces Manchester in three minutes.

“Ladies and gentleman, we will be in Manchester for a ten minute stopover, and then return via Doncaster.” You don’t hear this, you are busy looking at Simon as he fondles your panties. Without saying a word you stand up and open your coat.

He gasps his surprise at the sight, you smile, and taking the camera in one hand, you move over to him and raise one knee onto his chair, right between his legs and hard against his crotch.

“Mmmmmmmmm” he groans as he moves his head lower, to stare at your shaven sex, only inches from his face.

“Wanna lick it?” you breathe, as you click the camera.

He lowers his head and slowly traces his tongue from your clit to the lower folds, you feel your pussy open, welcoming the intrusion, a small groan escapes your lips as he tenderly licks the moisture from your engorged lips, before flicking his tongue over your over-sensitive clit.

“Ooooooooooo yesssssssss” you breath, pushing your self forward; the camera clicking away as he eats you with abandon.

You feel the orgasm building in you and cry out as it washes over you, your breasts and nipples are aroused, swollen and hard.

Your knees give way as the orgasm washes over you, and you collapse into your seat.

Camera still in hand, you half lie, half sit, as Simon stands and releases his erection.

“Your turn.” He says.

You grasp his cock in your hands and pull him towards your mouth, you suck him in greedily, feeling his cock swell in your mouth. As he pushes forward, his hands caress your tits and tease the sensitive nipples, you hear the camera click and look up, to see he has taken it and is proudly photographing you as you fellate him.

You suck harder, your free hand moves to your pussy, as you finger your wetness, 'til you get the familiar shudder run through you, 

“I’m Cumming.” Simon groans, and you pull his cock out of your mouth and aim it at your tits. 

“Cum for me.” You breath, and he unloads on your chest, groaning and cursing as he cums, string after string of cum.

The train brakes as it enters the station. You cover yourself with your coat his cum trickling down your chest.

You feel the chilly trail, as it moves from your chest, over your tummy, and then slowly, and teasingly, to fall between your open pussy lips, gaining momentum, you feel a pool appearing in your coat from your own juices.

“Thank you.” Simon whispers, as he rearranges his clothing and hands you the camera, along with a business card, "I’d like to see how they turned out” he smiles, before gently kissing your lips and departing.

You sit back and relax, in ten minutes the journey home will begin. You reach inside your coat and fondle your sex, 

“Mmmmmmm,”

Well there’s one way to kill ten minutes you think, and slowly and gently you caress yourself.

Looking at the camera, you notice you haven’t used half the disk yet, so opening your coat, you take a photo of the snail trail of cum from your breasts to your pussy,  

You are just about to massage the strangers cum into your flesh, enjoying the slippery feel of it between your fingers and your smooth shaven lips, when you hear the bustling noises of more passengers entering the carriage. 

You quickly readjust your coat and claim the seat next to the window. 

Passengers enter the carriage slowly, in dribs and drabs. You don’t pay much attention to the other passengers, until the carriage starts to fill up.

You watch a man enter from the doors at the other end of the carriage, he is tall, dark haired, cut short but not too short, and wearing casual but smart clothes, obviously designer throughout. You see him scour the carriage for a seat, and spy the empty table where you are seated.

He starts to make his way toward the seat when three lads, much the worse for wear, stumble up from behind and fall into the remaining seats around you. 

You shrink into your seat and automatically cover yourself with your coat,

“Damn.” you think, you could have had fun with that other guy, but you console yourself with the thought that whatever happens on the journey home, your bet is covered and you will return home triumphant.

The first half of the journey is uneventful, the lads sitting next to you are rowdy and loud, but you look out of the window avidly, so as to avoid their attention; you are still horny as hell, but you are not suicidal.

The lads get off at the first stop, leaving you free to spread out into the space left by them. You are just starting to relax and allow your limbs to stretch, forgetting for the moment that your coat will open and reveal your lack of clothing as you stretch in your seat. 

As you finish your stretch, you notice that the man dressed in casual clothes was the only one left at this end of the carriage, and he is staring at your thighs, at the point where your coat starts to gape.

You are encouraged by his expression of surprise and lust mixed together and pretend not to have noticed him looking, as you allow your legs to settle into a comfortable position, placing one foot onto the chair seat opposite and the other on the floor to allow him full visual access to your inner thigh, leaving him in no doubt as to whether you are wearing tights or stockings.

You lower your head as if relaxing thoroughly and sneak a look at him from under your hair, checking to make sure that he is watching; he is, he doesn’t even look as if he has blinked.

This spurs you on to be even bolder. You ‘accidentally’ knock your magazine from the table to floor when reaching for it.

He instantly bends down to pick it up for you and you smile triumphantly as you watch him linger, on the floor, looking straight up your coat at your naked, aroused, and cum covered pussy. 

You feel your pussy throb with excitement knowing that this stranger is staring at your most intimate parts, supposedly without your knowledge.

He passes you your magazine back, still on his knees, eyes darting from your head to your pussy, he was visibly shocked, yet releuctant to move away.

“Are you planning to spend the rest of the journey down there?” you ask mischievously.

“Errmm, I wasn’t” He replies, reddening slightly, “but I’m certainly considering it now. If you don’t mind, of course” He smiles straight into your eyes and straightens up. allowing you to see the bulge at the front of his trousers, where his excitement at the vision he has just seen is obvious.

“You like what saw then?” You ask him, knowing damn well the answer is yes.

“Wow," was the reply, followed by more staring.

“You wanna see more?” You ask, fully confident now.

“Mmmmmmm, yes please.” He sounds dumbstruck, but that just makes you braver.

“Tell you what then, I’ll show you what’s under my coat, but you’ve got to help fill my disk for me, and the shots have got to be good. Deal?” You dare him to play your game.

“Yea, sure, great, cool.” He replied, half dazed.

He sits down next to you and takes the camera, pointing it at your face saying, “smile”

“Not like that.” You say, “I want some good shots.”

At this, you climb over the table so you are facing the rest of the carriage, you can see two couples sitting at a table further up, they are engrossed in their conversation and don’t notice you.

You can also see a young man facing you but with his eyes closed, listening to his Walkman. Your pulse races as you turn your head to your newly recruited photographer and slip your coat from your shoulders, exposing your entire state of undress blatantly to this stranger. He dutifully takes a picture. 

You then turn around and spread your legs wide, lifting your arse above the table to enable him a better view, again he snaps away, but, much to your delight he cant keep his hand off of his cock which is straining for release from his trousers.

You place three fingers into your pussy and fuck yourself to orgasm, whilst he gets more daring and takes close up shots. 

He then leans over and licks your proffered pussy, sighing with pleasure, as he tastes your juices mixed with his predecessors sperm.

You feel an orgasm rush over you, and you hold his head between your legs until the orgasm fully subsides.

He leans back in his seat and says ”Wow” once again, “You are so horny. How would you like to take some action shots in the toilet?”

“How would you like to take some action shots right here?” You reply, rolling onto your stomach and sliding across the table so that your belly rests on it and all he has to do is release his cock and push it straight into you.

“Do it right here, right now” You breathe softly “and take some pictures of your cock in my pussy, fucking me.”

He doesn’t need telling twice and he pushes his trousers down his thighs, lifting his hips and sliding into your sodden, welcoming pussy.

You squirm and writhe your pleasure and push backwards so you can fuck him as he plunges deep, relishing every stroke of his shaft impaling you, and leaving plenty of photo opportunities.

You then push back onto his dick enjoying the total feeling of power over this stranger, when he says, “Oh, god, I’m going to come.”

You instantly jump off of his cock and turn around so that you are lying on your back with your head towards him.

“Come on my face and photograph it all over me.”

You then reach backwards and suck his rock hard cock frantically, more turned on by the taste and smell of your own juices dripping off his shaft. 

You finger yourself as he fucks your mouth then grunts, as he pulls away, and comes all over your face and hair, you catch some in your mouth and you devour every drop that you can, allowing your own orgasm to flow through you, so much so that you have completely forgotten where you are for a while.

You lie there in a post orgasmic glow for a short time, but then you are brought rudely back to reality as the tannoy announces that the next stop is imminent.

Panic sets in for a second, you sit up abruptly, exposing your breasts to the rest of the carriage, a man from the group of couples sees you and develops a broad, knowing grin, you smile back impishly and duck back down behind the seats, pulling your coat around you to cover your nakedness from any new passengers.

The stranger you just fucked pulls his clothes back up, but still looks dishevelled, and you smile, knowing that you are the cause.

He stammers that this is his stop. He thanks you profusely, hands you the camera and kisses your hand as he leaves, leaving you to enjoy your post orgasmic glow in private, knowing what you would have to report, and the evidence you will be able to show.

The train sets off once more leaving three more passengers in the carriage. A fat sweaty woman, glowing with alcohol and exertion, with a skinny, spotty youth who had his hands firmly down her top and a nurse, reading a book.

You decide to clean up a little and get up, heading off to the toilet, the man from the couples obviously has the same thought as you, as the train leaves the station, and heads off in front of you. 




The Dare



You get to the toilet and find it unlocked, you are surprised but assume that the man must not have wanted the toilet after all. You open the door and walk dreamily in.

You stop dead, your heart racing, as you see the man already in there, facing you.

You apologise and go to leave, but the man puts his hand gently on your arm and closes the door behind you.

“I saw you.” He said with an enormous grin on his face.

“And,” You reply, trying to sound nonchalant, whilst hoping at the same time that he would go back to his seat, and that he would put you up against the wall and fuck you there and then, you were wavering toward the latter however.

“Well,” he says and slides his hand into your coat, straight to your soaking pussy and slides his fingers straight in. You squirm seductively on his fingers and immediately give in to your body, thrusting out your hips as you open your coat and expose your semi naked, come covered body wantonly to this man in the toilet.

“Oh yes, you fucking slut” He breathes and drops his trousers to his ankles, “Suck this,” he says, basking in his unexpected gift from the sex gods.

You take out the camera and hand it to him, 

“Take pictures of me being your slut,” you ask as you lick up and down his shaft as it springs into full erection. 

“Oh yes” He cries, as he takes the camera and photographs your mouth, wide open with his cock resting on your tongue. He then photographs your pussy up close with four of his fingers inside, as he finger fucks you until you cry out in orgasm.

He then bends you over the toilet seat and photographs your pussy, first with his cock buried deep inside and then with his head resting against the opening, with cum dripping from the glans.

The final photograph on the film is of his cock in your mouth, as you lick him clean. 

He then pulls up his trousers, says “Wow, great fuck.” and walks back to his group.

You sit in the toilet, rubbing the last mans cum into your pussy, relishing it in your post orgasmic glow, when the door is pushed open, making you jump up with a start.

“Don’t get up,” Said a soft male voice, Tom just told me about you.”

You are so fantastically turned on and orgasmic, that you sit back onto the toilet and open your legs wide, running your finger down the crease and into your pussy. 

“You want some of this?” You ask seductively.

He just nods, drops his trousers and drops to his knees, licking and sucking your pussy frantically. You groan out your pleasure, grinding your pussy into his face.

His face leaves your pussy grinding into thin air, as he moves between your legs and pushes his cock deep within you, buried ball deep in one smooth thrust.

He takes the cheeks of your arse in his hands, using them for leverage, and he fucks you hard and fast, making you cum over, and over, leaving a constant wave of pleasure washing over your entire body.

He jerks his body in a spasm, indicating that he had shot his load deep inside you, and then pulls out of you, 

He says, “Wow,” and leaves you lying on the toilet seat as he returns to the group.

Once you have cleaned the come off your face and pulled your hair into some semblance of the shape it had been when you had come out, the train was pulling back into the station where I sat waiting.

You get off the train and come straight to me with the biggest grin on your face and say. 

“Wait until you see the pictures.” 

This story is pure fantasy ,,,,, but hey if you think its fun read part two  

Part two to follow.



The Dare



It started as an experiment, almost a dare really. My wife, Bridget, and I had been married for over 4 years, but I knew that I had been the only man she had ever had sex with. She had told me this before we got married, but because of the way she dressed and acted, I never believed her. But afterwards, I realized she was telling the truth. 

Not only that, but before we were married she had only been out with a few guys, and only two seriously. One, let's call him Max, she had seen for over four years. They had slept together, and done almost everything but have intercourse in that time. I knew that deep down she always regretted not having made love to Max.

A year or so after getting married, we moved back east from L.A. Bridget would go back for a visit to the left coast every year. After about four years of this, she and I began to have discussions about Max. She at first denied my hunch, but that was out of a sense of loyalty to me, thinking it would upset me. But unknown to her, the more I thought about her with someone else, the more excited it got me. At first horrified at this new aspect my sexuality had taken, I realized that it was an extremely powerful lust inside me, and it was better to bring it out into the open rather than try to hide it and be miserable.

After months of talking about it, Bridget was finally assured that I was being totally honest with her. We decided that on her next trip out to L.A., she would set up a time to meet Max. Not that either of us were expecting anything to happen, but she would get together with him, and see what, if anything, was still there.

The following month she left for her annual two week visit. She would be staying with her sister in Santa Monica, and she had called Max and they had set up a dinner date on that first Friday. This was actually a long and involved process, with not a few unexpected coincidences, which I won't bore you with. Suffice it to say that we had incredible sex right up until the day she boarded her flight, and I could tell she was very excited with her scheduled liaison. I had told her to call me as soon as she got in from seeing him. She asked what if it was late? I told her it didn't matter how late, since I wasn't going to sleep until I knew what had happened.

Friday passed with agonizing slowness. And the night was even worse. The phone didn't ring until seven in the morning.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked, knowing the answer. 

"It was a wonderful evening. I have to thank you for letting it happen."

"My pleasure."

"No, mine. Trust me."

"Tell me about it."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything. Start with what you wore."

"Well, I had on that short tight black dress you brought me for Valentine's."

"That buttons all the way down the front?"

"That's the one. Sheer black thigh highs and those spike heels you like so much."

"What do you have on underneath?"

"Now? Or when I left?"

"Touché. When you left."

"No bra. I had the first several buttons undone..."

"Just the way I like it."

"Apparently so did Max. Other than the stockings, just a pair of black thong underwear."

"He didn't stand a chance."

"I didn't know he was supposed to. Anyway, we went to dinner, which he had chosen a very romantic Italian place. Talk drifted to old times, and he couldn't take his eyes off me. I knew that if I wanted something to happen, it would."

"Were you turned on?"

"By the end of dinner, extremely. All that attention, the entire situation was so erotic. He suggested we go for a drive up the coast, but when we got to his car, I kissed him as he opened my door for me. His arms went around me, pulling me tight. I could feel his erection pressed up against my stomach. I knew I had to feel him inside me. I suggested that we go someplace private. He readily agreed.

We kissed some more once we were in the car, and then I suggested that we start wherever we were headed before we got in trouble. He drove up to the Westwood Marquis and rented a room. As we rode up in the elevator, we could barely keep our hands off one another. Are you sure you don't mind hearing this?"

"To be honest, I am a little jealous. But, Honey, you should feel the erection I have."

"And me not there to help you with it."

"Believe me, at this rate, I won't need any help. Go on."

"So we get up to the room. I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs, letting him get a good look at them. He got us a bottle of wine out of the mini-bar and poured us some drinks. He came to sit, but I stopped him in front of me. I first undid his belt, then his pants, then lowered his fly. As he sipped his wine, I slid his pants down and he stepped out of them. I massaged his hard cock through his underwear for a few minutes, his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation."

"I'll bet."

"Then we quickly got him out of his shirt and shoes, and traded places. I wanted this to be very special for him. Sort of my way of saying that I was sorry for all the frustration I put him through while we were going out."

"I'm sure he appreciated it."

"I know he did. As sensually as I know how, I undid the dress, slowly revealing my breasts, then my stomach, finally my panties and stockings. I folded the dress and walked across the room to drape it over the back of a chair, letting him take in the view of me walking in heels and a thong. When I got back to the bed, he pulled me in close, smothering my stomach and pelvis with kisses and nibbles. His hands caressed my lower back . Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I knelt in front of him and released his throbbing cock from his shorts."

"Was he big?"

"I'd seen him before, remember. Just never had him inside me. Not huge, but not small either. And not as thick as you. Anyway, I kissed the very tip of his cock, letting my lips brush its head, before I worked my way down the underside of his staff, alternating between kisses and letting my tongue glide along his soft skin. I worked my way back up, then took his head in my mouth, sucking while letting my tongue play with his tip.

"I could tell I was driving him crazy, and I was afraid he'd come right then, so I stopped. He pulled me up on the bed, his hands stroking my body: my breasts, nipples, stomach, thighs, neck...you get the picture."

"Oh yeah."

"Our mouths nibbled each other's lips, and then his tongue began to trace the outline of my lips, then linger down my neck, onto my chests, and finally my breasts. My nipples were so incredibly hard."

"What were you doing?"

"Other than laying back and enjoying it? Well, I had his cock in my one hand. He was rock solid, and I was stroking up and down, playing with the underside and with the tip. After a while, Max started to work his way down my belly, but I wanted to keep a hold of his cock, so he twisted around. As his mouth worked its way between my legs, I began to kiss and lick his cock. Finally, he straddled my head, his face buried between my legs as his tongue flicked over my lips and clit. He alternated licking with sucking. It felt great. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked, letting my tongue play with his shaft while in my mouth."

It was at this point that I had my first orgasm during this conversation with my wife. The picture she had drawn in my head was just too erotic. I couldn't hold it in anymore. She knew I was excited, my breathing was so heavy, but she never stopped her narrative.

"We kept this up for only a few minutes, by then he was so excited, he swiveled around and knelt between my legs. He used the tip of his cock, sliding it up and down the inside of my lips, brushing my clitoris, sending bolts of electricity through my body. I needed to feel him in me. I reached down and guided his member inside me. He went in so easily I was so wet. Once he was all the way in, we lay there for a moment, both just feeling that which we had denied ourselves for so long. Then he began thrusting, gently at first, but then faster and harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist, as our mouths devoured each other. I was surprised he lasted so long, he was so excited, but he managed to hold back his cum until I could feel my own orgasm rising within me. As it washed over me, I began to scream...well, you know how I get."

"Absolutely. Go on."

"As I was still on my way up, I could feel all his muscles contract, and then I could feel him spurting inside me. He drove as deep inside me as he could get, trying to stay there as my hips bucked back and forth."

I came again at this point. I couldn't believe how turned on I was listening to my wife tell me about her liaison. 

"Are you there?" My wife was saying into the phone. 

"Sure, Hon. Just trying to let it all soak in."

"Hmmm. I bet. So we lay there, him still inside me, and we kiss and caress one another. I could feel him hardening in me, and he started to ever so slowly move in and out again. When he was completely stiff, he pulled out. I tried to get him to stay inside, but he was quite insistent. He rolled me over, and then positioned his cock right against my anus. But you know I don't like that..."

"Sensuality's loss."

"Whatever. So I asked him not to. He tried to persist, but I told him I was serious. Instead, he slid his cock lower, sliding it between my drenched lips, and drove it inside me once again. I thrust my hips back and forth, trying to match the time of his strokes as he pounded his stiff rod inside me, faster and faster. He didn't last as long this second time before he grunted and ground his pelvis against my ass."

"Did you cum?"

"Not the second time yet. But I wanted to. He slid off and lay beside me. I wriggled my way down to take his now soft cock in my mouth. I nibbled on it for a few minutes, then began to kiss it and caress it with my tongue and lips. It wasn't long before he was semi-rigid again, and I began to suck him in and out of my mouth. Taking as much of him in me as I could, before sliding him out again. Playing with the tip of his cock with my tongue as my lips grasped his shaft. After about ten minutes, he was hard enough to suit my purposes. I took him out of my mouth and straddled his hips. Using my hand, I guided his cock back inside me. He began to thrust it higher and deeper, as I moved my hips back and forth as my ass went up and down. 

He reached down with one of his hands and began to gently rub my clit as he slid in and out of me. I was so turned on, it took only five or so minutes of this before I threw my head back and cried out as the orgasm blew through my body. It didn't build like the other one, rather just coming on me all at once. It was pretty intense."

"I bet." I managed to choke out, as my third orgasm took over.

"As he felt me coming, he reached behind me and inserted a finger into my ass. I nearly exploded. And as I was coming, so did he, I could feel his staff spasming inside me."

Afterwards, we lay there for a long time, not really speaking, just kissing and caressing one another. Then he told me he had to get up early for a meeting, and being three o'clock, would I mind if he took me home."

"That it?"

"That was enough. Believe me."

"I thought it was never enough."

"For last night, I mean."

"Oh. You seeing him again?"

"Would you mind?"

"Not as long as I get one of these phone calls after."

"It's a deal."

Copyright 2004, Spence Edwards 



The Dare



Chapter 1

The Dare

"You know how I always say that I don't take dares?" Alisha ask.

"Yeah. You've told me that before," Mike replied.

"Well do you take dares?" Ask Alisha.

"It all depends on the dare," replied Mike.

"Well my dare to you is for you to get your ass to my house right now!" exclaimed Alisha.

"What? Aren't your parents and brothers home?" Mike ask feeling stunned.

"No. They just left five minutes ago, and won't be home for a very long time." She replied. So are you going to come get you some or not?" 

"I'm on my way." With that Mike hung up the phone.

He started to get his clothes on. Slipped his sandals on, and ran out of the house. He drove to Alisha's house wondering what was going to happen. He drove up the driveway and found a note. The note read, "Baby park at the school. I'll be down there waiting on you." So Mike went onto the school parking lot. He found Alisha's car, parked his , and got in. As soon as he got into the car he couldn't believe his eyes. There sat Alisha with a blue see-through thong, and matching bra that left nothing to the imagination.

Alisha drove back up to her house. They got out of the car, and walked into the house. Mike went to kiss her, but she shoved him away. She started walking away so Mike followed her. She went upstairs to her bedroom. As Mike was following her up the stairs she was shaking her ass right in his face. He longed so much to just reach out and grab her beautiful ass.

As soon as they got to her room she sat down in her computer chair, and just looked at him.

"Strip," she said.

Mike paused at first. But then started after Alisha yelled. "Now!"

Mike removed his jeans, and shirt. Leaving him in only his boxer briefs. He already had a raging hard on. Alisha got up out of her chair, and walked over to Mike. She dropped to her knees and pulled his underwear down. His cock popped out right in front of her face. Alisha then pushed Mike onto her bed.

Mike watched as Alisha unzipped the front of her thong, and let it fall off. She then unhooked her bra, and let it fall off her shoulders. She then crawled onto the bed. She rubbed his cock right at the iterance of her cunt. She then crawled up the rest of his body. When she got to his face she turned around, and sat her pussy right over Mikes face. He gladly stock out his tongue and started eating her out. She started to moan, and then bent over to take Mikes hard cock in her mouth.

They stayed in this position until they both came all over one an other. After that Alisha rolled over beside Mike, and started rubbing herself. Mike saw this, and instantly got hard once again. Alisha saw this, and rolled over on top of him. She rubbed his cock on her cunt again, but this time lowered herself onto it. She got all 8inches in her cunt, and started rocking back and forth. She then started bouncing up and down on his cock.

She road him for a while, but then Mike rolled over so he was on top. He started fucking her as hard, and as fast as he could. Alisha could feel her orgasium building up inside of her. It was two minutes later and she was Cumming all over Mikes cock. She told Mike to pull out, so he did. She got on all fours and told him to fuck her doggy style. So he did. He fucked her, and then smacked her ass. He then took both his hands and put them on each of her ass checks and squeezed them. He then started kissing her ass checks, and licking her asshole. Alisha started moaning. All of a sudden she came so hard.

"Oh Mike please fuck my ass. Please!" she exclaimed.

Mike was more than happy to oblige as he pulled out of her tight wet cunt, and plunge his entire cock in her ass with one push. He then started fucking her. With one hand he was rubbing her clit, and with the other he was playing with her tit.

"Oh My God Baby I'm about to cum!" Mike exclaimed.

"Oh Baby cum in my cunt." Alisha said.

She didn't have to tell Mike twice. He pulled out of her ass, and plunged back into her cunt. He fucked her for about three minutes then exploded into her cunt. He then pulled out of her cunt, and laid beside her. They laid there for a little while. Then they went to take a shower. 

Chapter 2

The Shower And Beyond

Alisha and Mike were now lying on the bed. They were both out of breath, but still wanting more.

"Lets go get a shower," Alisha implied.

"Sounds good to me. Lead the way," Mike replied.

They walked to the bathroom, and jumped into the shower. They started rubbing each others bodies. With no warning once so ever Mike dropped to his knees, and started eating out Alisha. Alisha's knees got weak as Mike continued to lick, and suck at her cunt. He pushed his tongue deep into her cunt. He ate her out for a good 15 minutes until she came all over his face. They washed off and started to get out. They dried off and then Alisha had an idea.

"Hey want to have some fun?" she ask.

"What did you have in mind?" Mike ask back.

"Just wait and see!" Alisha exclaimed.

Alisha went downstairs and when she came back she was completely covered in whipped cream. She looked at Mike with fire in her eyes, and waved him over to her. Mike started licking every inch of her body. After it was all of her back he pushed her onto the bed, and started licking her tits. As he licked her tits he went and bite both of her cherry colored nipples. This made her moan. He continued and licked off all the whipped cream.

Then Mike picked her up, and carried her out of her room. "Now are you ready for some fun?" He ask.

" I sure as hell am," Alisha replied.

Mike carried her to her parents bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, and within second had his cock in her mouth. She started sucking, and licking his cock. It didn't take long and he came down her throat.

All of sudden the phone rang. "Let the machine get it," Alisha said. 

Mike didn't argue. Alisha then spread her legs as wide as she could and stuck 3 fingers in her dripping cunt. She then took them out and stuck them in her mouth. 

"Come fuck your mommy slut daddy!" She yelled.

She didn't have to tell him twice. He jumped between her legs, and started fucking her as hard as he could. The entire time she was screaming daddy at the top of her lungs. They went on fucking like that for about 45 minutes. Alisha had cum 5 times, as Mike had cum 3, and just keep going. Mike keep fucking her, and then finally he came the 4th time, and rolled off of her. 

The phone rang again. This time Alisha answered it. "Hello?" 

"Alisha why didn't you answer the phone about an hour ago?" It was her mom.

"Oh sorry mom I was in the shower." She replied.

"Ok well we won't be home tonight, so lock all the doors, and make sure you don't burn the house down." She said.

Ok mom. I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow. Bye." Alisha hung up the phone. Mike had been on the other end listening.

He came into the room in a robe. He also had a robe for Alisha. They then sat down at the dinner table.

Chapter 3

What To Do Now 

Mike and Alisha sat at the kitchen table. "So should I go home?" Nick ask.

Alisha didn't even answer him. She just threw off her robe and crawled on top of the table. She started to dance, and rub her pussy. She then had Mike stand up. She removed his robe. She then laid at the end of the table. Mike bent over and started eating her out. This was the best he had done it all day. She came so hard and so fast all over his face.

She then got off the table, and bent over facing away from Mike. She looked back at him, and gave him a look. Mike took his chance and stuck his cock deep into her asshole. He started to fuck her, and she started yelling. Mike then kissed every inch of her of her asschecks. After that he rubbed her ass as she started wiggling it around his cock.

"Oh Daddy don't be so easy on me. Fuck me like the little slut that I am!" she exclaimed.

Mike heard this and picked up the pace. He started fucking her in the ass as hard as he could. She keep begging for more. He smacked each asscheck and she giggled. He then pulled out of her ass picked her up, and put her on the table so she was facing him. He then started fucking her pussy as hard and fast as he could. 

"Oh baby fuck my cunt." Alisha said. About 4 minutes later she yelled," STOP!" 

Mike stopped and Alisha got off the table and started walking away. Mike followed her. She went to the stairs, and bent over. "Fuck me baby. I want you to fuck me doggy style on every step all the way up to my room. But don't you cum. That will be saved for a special place. Just hurry Daddy fuck your slut Mommies ass as hard as you can." Alisha said.

Mike didn't disappoint her. He started fucking her ass, and about every 3 -5 minutes she crawled up the stairs. Mike stayed with her, and never took his cock out of her ass. It took them about 50 minutes but they got up the stairs. Alisha wiggled Mikes cock out of her ass, and ran to her bed.

"Mike I want you to make love to me. Don't fuck me, just make love to me." She pleaded.

Mike smiled, and put his cock into her cunt. He didn't push hard. He went inch by inch. Rachel started to moan by the 6th inch of 8. Nick then started pulling out and pushing in very slowly. He picked up the pace to the speed that Alisha wanted. They went on like this for an other hour. Finally Alisha looked at Mike, and said....

"Now that we've made love tonight...Go ahead Daddy I'm all yours the rest of the night I'll do anything."

Mike pulled his cock out of her cunt and ask her to give him a blowjob. She then dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth in one motion. She had all 8 inches of him in her mouth. She sucked him off, and after 15 minutes he came in her mouth. But Mike didn't get soft. He stayed hard as a rock. He then laid on his back, and Alisha knew exactly what to do.

She maneuvered herself over his cock, and pushed down on him. She started riding him for all he was worth. She started moaning, and also talking dirty to Mike. Which that just drives him crazy, and she knew he loved it. She rode him for about 30 more minutes Cumming at least 3 times, and then Mike started breathing hard.

"Oh Mommy I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" He ask.

"I'm your tonight Daddy, so it's all up to you." Alisha replied.

Mike then started fucking her back, as she keep riding him. It took an other 5 minutes, and then finally Mike came deep in Alisha's cunt it was all over they headed back to the shower for a 2nd time. This time there was just some touching, and kissing. They decided they have had a long day, so they went to bed. 

Chapter 4 

The Next Morning 

They woke up the next morning to the sound of Snow barking. "Oh my god. Why can't that dog just be quit?" Mike ask.

"I don't know, but my parents might be home. I'll go find out," Alisha replied.

Alisha walked down stairs to the dogs cage. She let her out, and checked her parents room. They weren't there. She checked the clock. It was 11:00 a.m. Right as she went to let Snow outside the phone rang. Snow ran outside, and Rachel answered the phone," Hello."

"Hi honey." It was her mom.

"Oh hi mom. Where are you guys at?" She ask. 

"Well we are having car trouble, so we won't be home for a while. We will call when we are in Kingston. I love you." Her mom said.

"I love you too. Bye." Rachel replied.

"Bye baby." That was all it took. Rachel let Snow back inside, and put her in the cage.

She then ran back upstairs, and went to her room. There Mike was still in bed. Alisha pulled back the covers, and there was Mikes hard cock. She took his cock into her mouth, and started to suck. Mike opened his eyes, and couldn't believe what was happening.

"Shouldn't I be getting ready?" He ask. 

"No Daddy you can't leave. Not until I take care of you. Plus my parents won't be home for a while." Alisha replied. "But enough talk. Just let me work my magic Daddy."

Mike keep his mouth shut except for the many moans that were now coming from him. Alisha started licking, sucking, and even biting Mike cock. She then licked his balls. She moved up his body to his nipples and licked them. After that she moved to his neck and started sucking, licking, and biting. Finally she made it to his ear. She blew air in it, and then stuck her tongue into his ear. 

Mike was moaning, and turning a lot by now. Alisha was driving him crazy, and he was loving it. Rachel stopped licking his ear, and before he knew what hit him she had his cock all the way in her mouth. Mike couldn't hold back anymore. He exploded the hardest he had in the entire day they had been together. Alisha took all of his cum down her throat.

"Ok Daddy I helped you. Now you help me." Alisha said, "I want you to eat me, lick me, suck me, bite me, touch me, fuck me, and most of all tease me. Make me cum as hard as I made you." 

Mike hearing this wasted no time once so ever. Her got above her. With her laying in the middle of the bed her mimicked the Spiderman scene and kissed her. He moved from her lips to her ears. He knew exactly what Alisha liked, as she grabbed hold of the sheets. He then moved to her neck. He sucked right behind, and below her right ear so long it left a hicky. 

Alisha was moaning already. Mike then kissed down her body starting at her forehead. He kissed her luscious lips, her ripe nipples, her smooth stomach, her wet pussy, and her long legs. He then rolled her over, and kissed every inch of her back. He then kissed the back of her legs. Not wanting to leave any part of her body untouched he kissed her ass checks. She then rolled back over.

"Oh Daddy please fuck your Mommy!" Alisha exclaimed.

"Oh no no no Mommy." Mike replied, "I can't. You told Daddy to tease his Mommy, so that is exactly what I'm going to do." 

Mike then kissed every inch of her body that he hadn't before. Alisha was going crazy. It was like electric going throughout her entire body. She grabbed the sheets again, and moaned loudly. Mike knew he had her. Her then put his entire mouth around her pussy, and sucked in. Alisha arched her back, and screamed, "Oh My God Daddy. Please don't tease me anymore. Just fuck me!" 

Mike paid no attention. He continued to eat his lovely girlfriend out. He licked around her cunt, then stuck his tongue into her cunt. He licked the sweet walls of her beautifully shaven cunt. Then pulled his tongue out, and licked her pussy lips. He could tell she was about to cum. So he plunged 4 fingers into her cunt, and licked her clit with his tongue. No more than 30 seconds of this, and Alisha was Cumming. Not only was she Cumming, she was squirting all over the place.

When she was done Mike put his cock right at the entrance of her cunt. She shook her head yes and lipped, "Fuck Me Now!" Mike did not disappoint her. He pushed in inch by inch, but every time he was about to go all the way in he would pull out and start all over. Then after 5 times of doing this he plunged all 8 inches in her cunt at once, and began to fuck her as hard as he could.

This was the best fuck he had given her all weekend. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. She started to shake, and then they both started Cumming at the same time. Mike made one last thrust, and emptied into Alisha's cute as he finished. 

They then laid there in bed with Mike now soft cock still inside of Alisha. They feel asleep in one an others arms. They were awoken once again, but this time by the phone ringing," Hello?" Alisha ask.

"Hey baby we are in Chillicothe." It was her mom again, "Do you want something to eat? We were thinking pizza." 

"Yea that sounds good mom." Alisha replied.

"Why don't you call Mike, and tell him to come over to eat with us."

"Ok I'll do that. What if he gets here before you?" Alisha ask.

"Just let him in. It's ok. Well I'm going to go order the pizza. We will be home in about 30 minutes. Bye Baby." Her mom said.

"Bye mom see you in a while." Alisha replied.

Mike was up getting his clothes on now. Then Alisha told him what her mom had said. So they went downstairs, and got Alisha car keys. Alisha drove Mike over to his car, and then they went back home. They sat on the couch in each others arms watching a movie, and giving one an other lover kisses. They then heard Alisha parents coming into the house from the basement.

"Hey here's the pizza!" Alisha mom yelled. "How was your weekend?" She ask both Alisha, and Mike.

Alisha and Mike looked an each other, then looked at Alisha mom," It was fine." Alisha replied. "We just talked all weekend." Mike added.

"Oh well see that worked out well for you two." Her mom said with a smile.

Mike Alisha looked at each other with passion, and fire in their eyes, and a big ass smile on there faces. They knew they had just got away with the fuckfest of their lifetimes. Maybe they would get the chance to do it again sometime.



The Dare



All day long she was in the mood for sex. Her and her husband spent the entire day cleaning the garage. The day went by fast, before they knew it, it was already 6pm. She told her husband that she was going to start dinner. She was so hot and sweaty she decided to take a fast shower. She entered her bedroom and shut the door for privacy. She went into the bathroom and started the shower water and took off all of her clothes and put them in the clothes bin and stepped into the shower and closed the door.

She let out a sigh as the hot water dripped on her hair and down her body. She faced the shower head, opened her mouth and took in some of the water and then spit it out. She took the shampoo and washed her hair. Then she used the moisturizing soap on her hands and washed her entire body. She was moved her hand slowly when she reached her pussy. She noticed that she had some hair growing. She usually liked to keep her pussy clean shaven like a baby's bottom. She immediately grabbed some shaving cream and changed the razor on her shaver. She slowly spread the shaving cream all over he pussy and in between the lips of her pussy and slowly and carefully shaved all the hair off her pussy. She finished shaving and then washed all the soap and shaving cream off her body, reached for the towel and wrapped herself up in the towel. She stepped out of the shower stall and continued to dry her body. The shower definitely did not stop her mood for sex. She really wanted to do something that night.

She did not get fully dressed in clothes, but instead put on her night shirt that she was going to sleep in that night and proceeded to make dinner for her family. Her and her husband had two children. They all ate dinner as a family and then the kids did the dishes and disappeared into their rooms to watch their own television shows. 

Her and her husband decided to vegetate on the couch watching a television show they wanted to watch. Her husband kept trying to grab her tits as he could see through her night shirt that her nipples were erect. She laughed and told him to stop. He wanted to know why. She told him that he cannot start anything now, the kids were still awake. He kept at her and asked, "If I don't stop what will happen? Are you already starting to get hot and bothered?" She told her husband yes and he continued to play. She then told him that if he did not stop that she was going to bite him. He laughed, but then had to stop playing because one of the kids had come out of their rooms for a snack.

Both kids finally went to bed and her and her husband were also getting ready for bed. It was 11pm already. They both got washed up and ready for bed and he started to play with her tits again, which were still erect. He said to her, "I thought you said you were going to bite me if I continued to play with your nipples?" She replied, "Oh I will." And they wrestled in the bed for a while until he was lying on the bed with his head on his pillow but was lying on his side. She wound up lying across the bed on her stomach, with her head at his hips. She did not use her hands but, used her mouth to find her way to his limp cock. 

She put her lips to the rim of her husband's cock and started to lick and suck at it. It was almost like sucking a thick milk shake through a thin straw, because she was not that close to his crotch. He then said, "I thought you were going to bite me, I dare you." Almost immediately after he said that to her she moved her way closer to his crotch so that now she was able to get the tip of his cock into her mouth and she bit on it. She did not bite hard to hurt him, but just enough for him to feel it. She started at the tip of his cock and bit all the way down to the base and then back up. She knew that he enjoyed the feel of her teeth on his cock that his cock started to grow and get harder. 

She then sucked really hard on his cock and it slowly inserted itself into her mouth in its entirety. She could feel his cock grow long that she felt it hit the back of her throat. She then moved her left hand between his legs and pushed him closer to her. He was enjoying everything she was doing to him because all she heard was him softly moaning with pleasure. 

She felt him do something that he had never done before. As he was moaning and as she was sucking on his cock hard he was moving his hips back and forth. He was fucking her mouth. He was controlling the movements. She had not wanted to swallow his cum right away but, she was not ready for him to cum in her mouth just yet. She just wanted to suck on his cock a bit longer. Then all of a sudden he grabbed her back and her head and held it hard down on his cock she had a hard time holding his cock in her throat and started to feel like she was going to gag on his cum as he let loose. She immediately stopped sucking and was able to concentrate on taking a deep breath out of her nose and he held her down harder on his cock and he released his cum into her mouth. Once he was done Cuming he released the grip he had on her head and set it free. She then managed to swallow all of his cum while his cock started to go down and then she continued to suck him totally clean. When she was done his cock was completely dry and down to normal size. She got up and then said, "I told you I could do it." 

She rolled over and fell asleep.



The Dare



"Rose, truth or dare?" asked Rory.

"Rose always picks truth, she's too afraid to pick dare," replied Candace, teasing.

It was true; I did always pick truth because I was afraid of a dare. 

But today I was feeling adventurous. It was probably the beer. I was tired of being the boring one and I wanted to prove it to my friends. 

"Dare," I said.

Rory and Candace stared at me.

"What? I'm tired of being so predictable," I told them. They didn't know what I had gone through this school year and how much more liberated I had become.

"Well, if you're picking dare, Candace and I need to consult because I want this to be a good one," said Rory.

"C'mon guys, don't be mean," I protested.

Rory and Candace had been my two best friends since grade four. Now the three of us were studying at different colleges and had just finished for the semester. 

Rory lived about an hour away and Candace was going to university nearby. I had moved out of my parents' house into a sweet little apartment downtown. I only went to school part time, because I had to work to afford both my apartment and school. 

Candace and I didn't even see each other that much over the school year.

It was the middle of a weekday and we were all over at my un-air-conditioned apartment, drinking cold beers and half naked due to a monster heat wave that was baking the city. And playing truth or dare. 

Rory and Candace whispered to each other until finally Rory stared over at me from across the table. 

"Rose, I dare you to walk from one side of the mall to the other...completely naked," Rory said. 

My mouth dropped. Rory and Candace had always come up with awesome dares, but this one was too much. 

"Fuck that."

Candace rolled her eyes, "it figures, I knew you'd never do it."

She had no idea what I would or wouldn't do these days.

Rory shook her head in disappointment and then began to discuss other, more tame things they could dare me to do.

I stared down at my empty beer bottle. It was only my second but I was already feeling light-headed. Maybe if I had another...

"Fine, I'll do it." I said. I already knew I would, I just wanted them to sweat it a little.

Candace and Rory stopped talking and stared at me.

"Bullshit," Candace said, trying to call my bluff.

"I need another beer or three, but I'll do it."

I suddenly felt exhilarated. I was finally going to do something crazy and fun and I was going to do it on a dare with my friends. I had come a long way in the liberation front and it was all thanks to my boyfriend. He had opened me up to ideas I didn't even know existed.

Rory handed me the last half of her first beer.

"Can't keep drinking if I'm driving," she said.

I agreed by accepting her beer and downing it in a few swigs.

When it was finished it, Rory had pulled another beer out of the fridge for me.

By the time I was done the beer I was feeling more than a little tipsy.

"Let's do this before I lose my nerve," I said, getting up.

We left the apartment and hopped into Rory's car. 

During the car ride to the mall, I could feel the beer weakening my already lowered self-restraint. 

I wasn't feeling apprehensive anymore; I was actually starting to feel excited. 

The three of us giggled the whole car ride to the mall. 

Rory pulled up in front of the mall, and waited for me to get out. 

There were some mall employees standing in a small group having a cigarette. 

I got out of the car and whatever had been so interesting had suddenly seemed much less so when I began to undress.

I felt the blush rise to my face, which was already glowing from the beer. I took off my shirt and handed it to Candace, who laughed. I peeled off my jeans and thong in one smooth motion and threw them through the window at Rory. Then I reached my hand up my back and undid my bra, tossing it into Candace's lap. 

Then I bent over, making sure that the smoker crowd got a nice view and picked up my sandals and threw on the floor of the front seat. 

Even though I was feeling tipsy, there was some reserved part of me that was mortified and demanded that I stop this foolishness before I got myself into real trouble. 

I ignored it, and the gaping stares from the smokers, and walked over to the door to the mall.

"We'll meet you around at the other side," Rory called.

"And no running!" Candace chimed in. 

I turned around and gave them the finger. Rory honked the horn and they sped off, leaving me alone in my nudity to walk through the mall. 

When I opened the door, the first thing that hit me was a blast of cold air that sent ripples of goose bumps over my skin and perked up my nipples. 

My mind was having a hard time processing the full effect of what I was doing.

I couldn't possibly be walking naked through one of the most public places in our city, could I? Why was I doing this? At this point, I didn't care, I just wanted to make it to the other side so I could put my clothes on and not feel so exposed. 

The first few people I walked by did double takes. 

When I had walked about a quarter of the way through the mall, most of the people from the shops had walked to the edge of the stores to get a better look at the crazy girl who was naked in the mall. 

As I was about half way through the mall, I had seen lots of mother's cover their children's eyes, and more than a few people called out, "slut" or "whore", but more than that were the gawking stares from the teenage boys. 

I also had a small crowd following behind me. 

"Someone should call security,"

"Damn hippies,"

"Is this a protest?" 

"Check out her ass, hey baby, want my number? 

The adrenaline and beer that had so fed my willingness earlier began to abandon me and suddenly I was acutely aware of how very naked and vulnerable I was. 

Every step I took on that cold floor encouraged my breasts to bounce and sway. 

I could feel every ripple from my feet up through my thighs to my ass, reminding me just how silly I probably looked and how fast I wanted to get out of there. 

I kept my head high and walked with determination to the other side of the mall.

The only thing audible other than my feet slapping on the chilly floor was the bad elevator music that was playing through the overhead mall speakers and the faint whispers that were still trailing behind me. 

"What is she doing?"

"I don't know,"

"I think she's protesting,"

"Here comes security,"

That last comment made me stop and look around.

"Where?" I asked.

The group was mainly men, some old, most young. They all stared at my perky breasts and some of the older men were blatantly staring at my shaved pussy. 

An older gentleman pointed down an intersecting mall corridor, where I saw two male security guards heading my way. One of them had a blanket.

Shit. 

I turned and started walking faster towards the doors. I was almost there.

"Excuse me," I heard one of them call out.

I didn't turn; I started to run for the exit.

"Hey!"

I held on to my breasts with my arms, crossing my arms over them so they wouldn't bounce painfully while I ran. 

As I was running, I was thinking that even when I was on top of a guy, riding him like a bucking bronco, my tits never ached like this. I could even feel the muscles in my ass quivering as I pushed myself as fast as I could to get to the car.

I could see Rory's car just outside the doors. I was almost there. 

I was just about to burst out through the exit doors when I tripped over something and crashed to the floor. My knee slammed into the floor and I cried out as a burst of pain shot up my leg. 

I turned over and realized I hadn't tripped but one of the security guards had lunged and grabbed my ankle. 

He got up quickly and extended a hand to me. As he helped me up, he grinned salaciously.

"Gotcha," he said.

The other security guard arrived with the blanket and wrapped it around me. 

"You're not leaving, we've already called the police," he said.

I died a little on the inside. This had all started as a joke, to prove to my friends that I could pull off a crazy dare. Now the police were already involved.

How would I explain this to my parents? To my boyfriend?

As the security guards led me away, I peered back and caught a glimpse of Rory and Candace running to the doors. Surely they would do something to help me.

The crowd that had gathered behind me had slowly disbanded as the officer's led me away. 

"What kind of shit do you think you're pulling here, little lady?" asked the guard who had brought me the blanket.

I mumbled something. 

"What?" he demanded.

"Nothing," I sighed. 

"You're in some pretty deep shit," said the guard who tackled me. They were both holding onto one of my elbows on either side of me, escorting me down a back hallway of the mall.

I stopped short and turned to look at them. They were both pretty cute, especially in those security uniforms that enhanced their butts. The one that tackled me was particularly hot.

"Please, don't call the police," I was trying to figure a way out of this. I dropped the blanket and stood completely naked in front of them. "It was just a dare."

The one who brought me the blanket stooped to pick it back up and wrap it around me again.

"Just a dare? That's some dare!" he said.

"Please," I looked at them with my big brown doe eyes. "I'll do anything."

"Hey Pete," said the one who had tackled me.

"What Joe?" The other responded.

"I sure like the way she begs." 

Pete grunted, and smiled lecherously at me.

Suddenly I was feeling out of my element. I had just implied to them that I would do anything for them not to call the cops, but how far would I really go? 

"Get moving, hussy," said Joe, and he shoved me back around and I started walking again with the two of them flanking me.

They brought me to a room at the end of the hallway. There was also an exit door, but it was chained and locked. I couldn't get out that way.

The room they brought me to was empty except for a metal chair in the corner. 

The back wall was made of dingy grey concrete and was covered with scratches.

The other walls were dull white, faded over many years. There was one fluorescent light that hung horizontal on the ceiling that flickered every so often. It gave the room an empty, yellowish hue. There were no windows.

There were stains and smears all over the walls and the room smelled of rank piss. 

Pete shoved me into the room, hard, grabbing the blanket and closing the door with a loud slam. The two of them left me there, completely naked.

Now I was petrified. 

It didn't take me long to realize why the room smelled like piss. I was shivering from the cold air and it was starting to affect my bladder. I didn't want to suffer the indignity of having to piss without a toilet, but I didn't see any other choice.

I was pretty sure refugees were treated better than I was being treated. I'd never been arrested or detained before, but I was pretty sure that this was illegal.

I hammered on the door.

"Hey! Let me out of here!" There was no answer.

"I have to pee!"

I held off for as long as I could, but it didn't seem like they would be coming back to let me out any time soon. 

I gave in to nature and squatted in the far corner with my back towards the door.

This wasn't what was supposed to happen. I began feeling nauseous with worry.

I don't know how long I was there for, but it must have been hours. Eventually, with a couple more futile attempts at screaming and banging on the door to no avail, I huddled down in the corner opposite to the one I pissed in and tried to get warm.

The floor was cold on my ass, and I was probably contracting some flesh eating disease in my pussy from sitting on that filth, but I had no choice. I sat there, with my hands in my armpits trying to wish myself warm. 

I was just starting to drift off to sleep when the door of the room slammed open and I jumped up. I was stiff and ached with the cold. 

It was Joe. Fuck he looked good in his security uniform.

"Listen you mother fucker this," I started, but that was as far as I got before he walked over and grabbed my arm and yanked me to the center of the room. 

"Hey, what are you doing!" I cried. 

Joe pulled me close to him and started grinding up and down on my leg. He was really hard. 

"Didn't you say you'd do anything for us not to call the cops?" Joe asked.

My mind was reeling and I was trying to think of something I could say to get myself out of this situation. Nothing came. 

Pete entered the room after Joe, holding a pair of handcuffs and closing the door behind him. He grabbed my arms behind my back and cuffed me. 

"Please," I whispered, realizing what was about to happen and more scared than I'd ever been in my life. 

"I love the way you beg," Joe said, still rubbing his hard dick against my leg. "It makes your lips pucker, and I love puckering lips." 

Pete held me hard while Joe took his two fingers and forced them into my pussy. Even though I assumed this would happen, I was shocked. 

He pumped his fingers deep into me, I cried out and tried to recoil, but only succeeded in pressing into Pete, whose hard dick I could feel digging into my ass.

Joe stared at me, with an evil grin on his face as he pumped his fingers into me. I could feel the tears beginning to stream down my face. There was no way I could make this stop.

I fought my climax every step of the way. But when Joe got on his knees and started sucking my clit, I couldn't fight it anymore and my body betrayed me by climaxing it made my knees buckle. 

"That wasn't too hard, now was it Pete?" Joe laughed.

Pete said nothing, continuing to hold my arms.

Joe pulled the metal chair out of the corner and brought it to the center of the room.

Pete uncuffed me and dragged me over to the chair. I fought him and his grip hardened, bruising my arms. It took the both of them to press my arms through arm rests and hand cuff my hands under the chair, leaving my ass up in the air. 

The metal was cold on my breasts, erecting my nipples; it sent chills all over my skin. I wasn't entirely sure that the chills on my skin were entirely due to the cold either.

"She's a feisty one," Pete said, slapping my ass.

"I love 'em feisty," Joe replied. 

I heard the zipper of pants and some rustling. They were taking off their pants. 

"Now that we got you all lubed up, sweetness," Joe said, and grabbed hold of my buttocks and peeled them apart. 

He rubbed the tip of his cock at the edge of my pussy, which was already well lubricated from his saliva and my orgasm. I felt my body shudder.

"Please don't," I said, as the tears spilled out of my eyes, but I already knew there was nothing I could do to make this stop.

Joe grabbed me by a handful of my hair, and as he yanked back on my head, he forced his dick into my pussy, which easily accommodated him. 

He was big, so big it hurt. 

Joe let out a low moan. He pumped into me a few times, and then withdrew. 

Was this over? Did they realize how I felt about this and decide that they should stop? 

Joe let go of my hair and I heard him spit.

I felt a big wad of saliva dribble down my butt and onto my thigh.

"Nice aim, idiot," Pete said. I couldn't see him but he sounded like he was in the corner, probably just watching. 

Joe hawked long and loud and spit into my anus where I could then feel it dribble into my pussy. His aim was dead on.

I was disgusted. I could still feel his saliva dripping down my thigh to my calf.

I felt the tip of Joe's cock press into my asshole. My eyes bulged and my anus puckered up tight. I started bucking my hips, trying to get his dick away from my ass. 

This wasn't the kind of rape I was expecting. 

Joe leaned over and grabbed my hair again, pulling my head up tight. My wrists were stretching in the cuffs and they hurt.

"You better learn to relax, sweetness, or this is going to hurt you real bad," Joe whispered this in my ear. I began to sob.

"No, you can't do this, I've never done this before!" I cried and began to struggle as hard as I could. 

"Pete, come and hold her down, will you?"

Pete walked over and leaned on my back, forcing my head sideways to stare at the ugly smeared wall, and forcing my ass ever higher to better accommodate Joe.

Joe obliged and pushed the head of his dick into my asshole. 

I cried out and sobbed even louder. 

I had never let a long-term boyfriend of mine put his dick in my ass, and now in the back of some dingy mall security room I was about to have it forced into me. 

I breathed deep and tried to relax but it still hurt. He was gentle at first, pushing slow and easy. 

The intermingled juices of my orgasm and his precum mixed with his saliva helped lubricate his dick, but the ring of my asshole burned as he drove himself deeper into my bowels. 

He spit a couple more times onto my anus and then he started fucking my asshole with unimagined wild abandon. 

At some point, while I was forced to stare at an ugly white wall as Joe drove his dick harder and deeper into my ass, my sphincter relinquished it's tight hold and relaxed enough so that it didn't hurt quite so much. 

In fact, it started to feel kind of good. Knowing that I was starting to enjoy it made me cry even harder. This wasn't how I expected the dare to go.

I felt Joe's thighs smacking against my legs, could feel his sack slapping into my pussy with each thrust. He began to moan, and without being aware of it at first, I realized to my horror that I was pushing back into him. 

"Why, Pete," Joe breathed hard. "I do believe this little hussy... likes getting her... ass... fucked,"

Pete leaned over a little more and whispered in my ear.

"Is it true? Do you like getting your ass fucked, little hussy?"

Yes. It was true. I was really enjoying it. But I would never let them hear it from me.

"Go fuck yourself!" I cried.

Joe laughed and began fucking me harder. It felt so good but it hurt a little too. The sensation of both feelings simultaneously was building up my climax. I was also starting to feel a deep ache in my pussy, a yearning to be completely fulfilled.

I was angry and embarrassed because I had always been taught that doing it like this was dirty. And now that it was happening I was really enjoying it.

Joe started fucking me faster, driving into my asshole until it made me feel like he might split me apart. 

Every thrust shoved my breasts harder into the cold metal of the chair, and every thrust sent me closer to the edge of climax. 

My wrists were chafed and probably bleeding, my breasts were sore and most likely bruised. 

Some part of me died and was reborn. 

It felt good, I felt alive. I wanted to get fucked, hard. I wanted to be fulfilled, consumed and sated. I wanted them to use me until every one of my orifices was dripping with cum. And then I wanted them to use me some more.

Joe let out a guttural moan and smeared my bowels with his seed. He rocked his hips in tandem with his release.

"Fuck, you're tight," he gasped, and slapped my ass hard enough to leave a handprint as he withdrew his wet dick. I felt his cum seeping out of my ass and dripping down my leg.

I was very disappointed that I didn't get to my climax and I felt very unfulfilled.

I felt like if I didn't cum soon I might explode with need and beg them to fuck me. I didn't want to beg. Not yet, anyway. 

"Uncuff her, Pete," Joe said. 

Pete came around to my side and looked me in the eyes as he undid the handcuffs. 

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you loved that," Pete said. 

I glared at him defiantly and he said, "I want to hear you say you loved it."

Pete hauled me up off the chair, shoved me around and slammed me back down into the chair, ass first.




The Dare



I felt more cum dribble out of my ass until I was sitting in a cool puddle. It was uncomfortable. 

Pete unzipped his pants and without a word, crammed his dick into my mouth. I gagged and retched but he fucked my face regardless. 

He grabbed the back of my head and forced his dick all the way down my throat and started ramming. 

"They're not going to play with themselves," he said.

I reached my hands up and fondled his heaving balls as he battered the back of my throat with his beast of a cock. 

I reached one hand behind his ass and inserted my finger.

"Use two," he gasped.

I shoved my middle finger, along with my index finger, into his ass and started fucking his asshole like Joe had fucked mine, only less harsh due to size. 

I battered his prostate with my fingers the way he was battering my gag reflex with his dick.

When I thought I couldn't take it anymore and that I was going to puke, Pete rolled his head back and bathed the back of my throat with his sperm. 

There was so much I choked on it and some of it spewed out my nose. It felt like choking on the ocean.

His sperm backed up my throat and filled my mouth with his salty flavour and spilled out of my mouth onto my tits. 

Pete shuddered one final time before withdrawing his dick from my face.

Joe came around behind me in the chair and handcuffed my hands to the back of the chair.

"Afraid I might go somewhere?" I asked sarcastically.

Pete backhanded me hard across the face. I saw blood drops dripping onto my thighs.

"Careful Pete, we don't want to mess her up too bad," said Joe. 

Pete looked down at me and smirked as he zipped up his pants. 

The two of them turned and walked to the door.

Pete left, and Joe turned back to me with a malicious smile. 

Then he followed Pete and closed the door behind him, leaving me handcuffed to a cold metal chair, sitting in a sticky pool of his semen that was still dripping out of my ass. 

I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. The bastards hadn't even left me a free hand in which to touch myself. I squirmed in the chair, bucking my hips but that made me feel worse. 

I could only imagine what I looked like. Tear-stained face, tousled hair, covered in blood, spit and sperm. 

I waited for what seemed like an eternity until they finally came back. 

It was inevitable, I knew they would be back; it was just a matter of time.

Joe uncuffed me and tossed the chair back into the corner. 

He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles and then lay down on the floor.

"Come here," he said.

I walked over to him. He had a hold of his dick and rubbed it with one hand and was grasping his balls with the other. He held his dick at the base so it stood like a tall proud monument to dicks.

"Have a seat."

I stood there, staring down at him. I wanted to kick him. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to fuck him. 

I straddled him and slowly eased my aching pussy onto his immense dick. It filled me up and stretched me out. It was a glorious pain and I rode it hard until it was exquisite pain. 

I leaned forward and twisted his nipples until he yelped. I fucked him until I was grinding him into the floor and he grunted with discomfort. My climax was building much more quickly, and much more intensely than before. I was going to make him hurt for it.

As I was trying to come up with other ways to hurt him as I fucked him, Pete came into the room. He took off his pants and walked over to us. 

He shoved me in my shoulder blades and knocked me forward until my tits were near to smothering Joe's face. Joe reached up and started to nibble on my left nipple. 

Pete rammed his dick into my ass with such ferocity that my breath caught in my throat in mid-moan. 

My asshole didn't have enough time to pucker itself reflexively and by the time my brain registered what was happening, he was already thrusting savagely into my ass.

I was intensely aware of the double penetration. 

It was a delicious pain that I could never dream existed. My anal and vaginal muscles were taut but yielding and I shuddered uncontrollably as I relished the feeling of being filled up to the brim. 

It was succulent and torturous as Pete reamed into my asshole with the ferocity of a freight train and Joe battered at my cervix with barbaric need. 

"I'm going to cum," Joe said.

I raised my hand and smacked him as hard as I could manage under the circumstances.

He squealed like a little girl.

"What the fuck!" He yelled.

I raised my hand again.

He flinched.

"You sure you want to cum?" I asked, my hand poised for another smack.

"No," he grumbled.

I smacked him anyway, though not as hard as I would have had he given me a different answer. 

Pete responded by slapping my ass so hard I was sure I would have raised welts of his handprint on my ass for more than a week. 

I squealed and he laughed. 

Finally, before another thought could enter my pretty little head, it happened. I exploded from the inside out. 

I felt my orgasm start from deep inside me, quivering and shuddering softly and like the ripple effect, it became a tsunami.

It flooded through me in ululating waves that I felt from the tips of my toes up to the roots of my hair. 

I lost consciousness momentarily as I rode the crest of my orgasm. 

I must have triggered their orgasms too because I felt them both begin to shudder and cum at the same time. 

All three of us were moaning and panting. 

It's a lot of work cumming that hard. 

Pete pulled himself out of my ass, dripping his sperm all over Joe's balls and the floor. 

I got up off Joe's dick and squatted above his face. I pushed down with my muscles and dripped his and Pete's sperm all over his face and neck. 

He lapped it up the raised his head and started licking out my pussy. He licked over every wrinkle and crevice and when he was done, he sucked on my clit. 

Pete stood behind me and fondled my breasts. 

Then Joe finger fucked me and sucked me off until I came again. It was a softer orgasm, definitely a great way to finish off a precarious dare.

Afterwards, the guys were pretty respectable. Joe brought me a blanket and rubbed me warm. Pete left to get a hot washcloth so I could clean up a bit. I used it to soothe the burning pain in my pussy and asshole and to clean them out a bit.

Pete also brought me my clothes, which Candace and Rory had left with them earlier when I had been taken into custody.

They left me alone to dress and then they showed me where the washroom was.

I looked in the mirror. 

What I saw frightened me.

I had cum stains around my mouth, a purplish bruise across my cheek where Pete had slapped me. Caked blood and cum stains ran down my neck and on my stomach and thighs. My wrists were scraped raw and were bloody in some spots. There were hand print bruises on my arms and imprints on my ass.

I washed myself up as best I could with no soap. When I thought I looked halfway decent, I left the washroom. 

I walked down the same long corridor that led to the room of debauchery.

No one was there.

I left the hallway and entered the mall. Everything was closed. 

It must be really late, but I didn't know what time it was.

I went to the payphone and called Rory's cell.

"So? How'd it go?" She asked, laughing. 

"He deviated a little but it was better than we planned. I think I need some first aid. Are you ready to come get me? I'm supposed to meet Joe back at my place and I don't even know what time it is."

"Joe already called, I'm outside waiting for you. I had to tell Candace though," she said.

"I figured you would," I replied. "Why?"

"She was about ready to call your parents and the cops. You should call her, she's really pissed."

"Is she pissed at me because I made her complicit in our debauchery?"

"Yeah," Rory said. "She's also pissed because you never told her Joe was your boyfriend. I had to explain to her how this was all set up and why. I think it made her sick, she never expected something like this from you,"

"Neither did I."

We laughed. I hung up the phone and walked out to Rory's car. 



The Dare



My girlfriend and I were in my room, in bed playing around. As usual we had to be quite as I still lived at home and my Dad worked out of the house a lot. This particular day my girlfriend, now my fiancé, was really horny. We had watched Taboo 2 and the father daughter scene never fails to get her going. I had driven her to the point of orgasm with my mouth and in a fit of passionate rage she returned the favor to me. Now we were both on edge and needed to fuck. I put on a condom since she wasn't on the pill and she got on her hands and knees, doggy style being her favorite position. As I slowly slid into her she let out a moan. Most of the time she is fairly tight and I have to work at getting it in, today though she was ready to go. I thrusted for a few minutes building up the pace, which she seemed to enjoy. Unfortunately my futon began to squeak loudly. 

"Oh my god you're dad's going to hear." She whispered.

"I bet you'd like that." I replied. "You'd love him to know you were getting fucked, maybe he'd come in and join us." I felt her pussy tighten. She was into it. 

"He wouldn't." she said. 

"Probably not" I hesitated, "why don't you go to him then."

She pulled away from me and turned around. pulled off the condom and sat at the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor in front of her. As she stroked my rock hard cock, she said "Would you like that? Want me to fuck your dad?"

It was my turn to moan as she sucked in my cock, rolling her tongue around the head. Her words made me feel dizzy with excitement.

"You wouldn't do it." I said in a mocking tone.

"Yes I would."

"Nope."

"Yup." 

"Then why aren't you going?"

"Dare me too."

Now what? My mind raced if I dared her she might not want to back down, but if I didn't she'd think I was backing down.

"I dare you"

She let go of my cock, stood up and headed for the door. As she reached out for the handle she looked back at me, then she opened the door and stepped into the hall closing the door gently behind her. Holy shit. I realized my dad was down the hall in his office/brothers room. My brother was away at college, so he was hardly ever home. I bet my fiancé was right outside the door. Or maybe she ran to the bathroom. Or maybe she was on her way to fuck my dad! I had to know. I threw on a pair of shorts and went towards the door. I grabbed a couple of condoms...better safe than sorry....

I opened the door, no girlfriend. Looking down the hall I saw the bathroom door was closed and the office door open. She must have gone in the bathroom. I wasn't sure if I was saddened or relieved. I walked down the hall, stuffing the condoms in my pocket. I stuck my head in the office door to say hello to my dad.

My dad was in the office, sitting in his chair, his profile towards the door. His bathrobe was hanging open and my naked fiancé was kneeling in front of him stroking his cock. 

She must have heard me gasp because she looked over at me, smiled sweetly, then turned up to look at my dad. She looked back at me and licked her lips as she bent her head towards my Fathers cock, her gaze not leaving me until her tongue made contact with the tip of my dads penis. She licked the drop of pre-cum off and swallowed it. Her eyes closed and she engulfed him. He moaned and my cock sprang to attention. She bobbed her head up and down his cock, saliva dripping onto her tits. She slowly slid her lips down his cock, taking it more than half of it down her throat before coming up for air. Her tongue danced around the crown as she played with my fathers balls. Her hands moved up and down his shaft as she ran her tongue down his cock stopping to lick and suck his balls. She ran her tongue back up and began to suck his cock again.

She stood up her ass in the air as she continued sucking. I tore off my shorts and put on a condom as I ran to her. I slid in and started a steady rhythm. I grabbed the back of her head and thrust it onto my dads cock. She moaned even more. 

After a few minutes she pulled her mouth off him, pulled away from me and turned around. She stood between my fathers legs, facing me. His hands came around her waist and lifted her slightly. She sat back, his cock sliding between her legs. She reached down and took a hold of my dad's cock sliding it around her pussy playfully putting the tip at the entrance to her cunt. 

"Shouldn't I wear a condom?" My father asked. 

"Yeah you should, I'm not on the pill" replied my fiancé. 

She looked at me and bit her lip as she slid down onto my father's dick. She let out a moan as his cock buried itself in her cunt. She began to ride slowly up and down. I watched, transfixed as my own fathers cock slid in and out of my fiancés unprotected pussy. 

"Oh daddy.." she moaned. 

His hands were busy fondling her massive tits and stroking her clit. She began to pick up the pace, faster and faster she bounced. She had her head bent forward and her feet on my dad's legs while he grabbed her around the waist, he was lifting her up and slamming her back on his cock. Her eyes opened and she seemed almost surprised to see me. She stopped bouncing and climbed off my father.

She turned around and kissed him, their tongues clashing as she stroked his cock and he played with her tits. It was almost as hot as watching them fuck. "Lie down." she said to my dad. My dad got off the chair shrugging off his robe as he did, and lay down on my brother's bed. My fiancé knelt on the bed between his legs and went back to stroking his cock and dipped her head and began lapping at his balls. She sucked them into her mouth and ran her tongue all over them. Then she went lower. My dad groaned as she stuck her tongue in his ass. She looked at me as she licked back up his cock and plunged it back into her mouth. She slobbered all over his cock and moved up, sandwiching his cock between her tits. She fucked him with her tits for a few minutes then resumed her sucking. 

She turned her body into a 69 position. I didn't know where to look, on one end her face was buried in my fathers crotch, the other had him open up her pussy and he was slipping his tongue inside. She moaned at first contact. She tried to keep sucking his cock, but kept stopping and just jerking him off. I watched as his tongue entered her pink folds, his lips finding her clit and sucking it. His used his fingers pushing two inside as his mouth focused on her clit. Finally she had had enough. 

She turned again, straddling him poised above his cock. "I'm gonna fuck you good daddy." she said and sank onto his cock. She slowly moved up and down, and motioned for me to come forward. She grabbed hold of my cock and began slurping all over it. She was making it nice and wet just how I like it. Then she stopped and bent forward dangling her tits in my dads face. "Fuck my ass" She moaned as my Dad slurped on her tits and lifting her ass up and down on his cock. We had never tried anal, and knew she must be really horny if she was willing to give it a try. I got behind her and helped her spread her ass. I dripped some spit on my thumb and massaged her asshole, slowly working my thumb in. Then I switched to my 2 fingers...then 3. She had started pushing back on my fingers and my Dads cock. I pulled my fingers out and placed my cock against her ass and slowly pushed it in, she let out a groan, but didn't tell me to stop. I was in her virgin ass. I started stroking in and out, and spit on it a few more times. Both our cocks were inside her. Me and my dad were dp'ing my fiance... holy shit...I pulled her hair back and whispered in her ear "Do you like this? Do our cocks feel good?" She moaned and wrapped her arm around my head pulling my mouth to hers. She then bent forward more and kissed my Dad again. It drove me crazy watching them and I started pounding her ass. "Pull my hair" she moaned. I grabbed a fistful of her thick wavy hair and pulled. My dad switched his mouth to her neck, moving down to her tits.

I knew I wouldn't last long and it seemed like only a few minutes had passed before I said I was going to cum. My fiancé pulled away from us and stood up. "Stand up" she said. We weren't going to argue. She then sat on the edge of the bed and stroked both of our cocks. She licked and sucked both of us one after the other. She let go of me and really began working my dad's cock. He grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth, sometimes she likes this and today must have been one of those days. She used one hand to stroke his balls and the other went to her pussy. It was so hot watching his cock going in and out of her mouth, her cheeks sucking in as he pulled almost all the way out. The sounds of her sucking were amazing. Every few thrusts would bury my fiancés nose in my dad's pubes, and I could see her trying to swallow my dad's dick.

"I'm going to come" my dad almost whispered.

My fiancé stopped playing with her pussy and began using her hand to jerk off my dad. He tensed up and I could see his cock swelling as he shot his load into her mouth. She was trying to swallow, but it must have been too much, cum ran out of her mouth and she pulled his still spurting cock out and aimed it at her face and tits. Globs of it rained onto her face and between her tits. She had my dad's cum all over her pretty face and it was running between her tits and down her stomach. My fiancé pulled my dads cock from her mouth again, gave it a final lick reached down with one hand, the other still stroking him, and ran her hand down her chest and stomach gathering cum as she did and tried used it to lube her pussy, it looked like she was trying to stuff some in.

"Next time I want you to come in my pussy daddy" she said as she licked the cum off her lips.

That was it, I began to shoot my load, hitting her in the side of the face, in her hair. She turned and sucked me looking into my eyes as she continued massaging my dad's cum into her pussy. She swallowed most of the rest of my load, some dripping out of the corners of her mouth. She started to buck as she reached another orgasm. She looked up at us and stroked both our cocks, she was covered with cum. 

"We should call Matt" she said, a wicked gleam in her eye, cum dripping from her chin. My brother? What have I started...



The Dare



Like every morning, when I get to work, the first thing is to open my e-mail, always anticipating a letter from Val.

It had been that way since she had moved away, it went from flirting at work, to having a sexual work relationship and eventually being an affair.

Through it all, we had remained best friends, always looking out and after each other, yet always pushing the limits of the other.

A strange, yet satisfying relationship for both involved.

My heart skipped and I got hard instantly as soon as I seen a couple from her, she was also the best at cybersex, phone sex, in fact it was her that initiated me into all of this, and I loved her for it.

Calling her my soul mate would be an understatement.

I opened up the first e-mail, and it said, how was your weekend Hon, get any?

Just like her, she knew that my wife and I rarely fucked, let alone had intimate sex.

She has never been into it, oh sure, when we were dating, she acted like a horny slut, always talked about eventually being experimental, but that died right after the vows.

She then went on to tell me about fucking her husband in the shower, how he was getting a little older and needed some help, sometimes a pill, sometimes a little kinky. This weekend was kink, and she loves it, she went on to describe sucking his cock in the shower, before letting him fuck her in the ass, the one sure thing that still got him hard. Of course I could relate, because damn, she loved to have hard cock in the ass, and I loved doing it her as well.

Then I read the next letter, and it was simply this, want to have some fun at work this week, let's play dare!!!

She said, I get to dare you to do something at work, and you get to dare me, we will see who backs out first.

We had played this game before, as we both love taking chances, the thrill of getting caught.

Once she went into the men's bathroom, stripped down and pissed in the urinal, she had me sit at my desk, in a shared office, while she sat beside me, pretending to do a web seminar, while my coworkers worked away, oblivious to the fact she had my cock out and was jerking me off.

So, of course I replied yes to her latest offer.

A few minutes passed and I received her next e-mail, and she said that she wanted me to seduce a friend of ours at work. Actually more like her friend, I admit she had told me about her before, but I did not really know her.

She went on how this friend was single, had been screwing a few married guys, but they only cared about getting off, and she was fed up with guys like that.

She said, she knew I loved sex, and that the best part was watching a woman get off, get lost in her pleasures. She knew that for me to get off, it has to be more about reaching in to another person, finding out what dark fantasies they have and hopefully helping them live them.

And she also knew with me, the more perverse the better, the idea of corrupting an innocent or bringing a vanilla virgin to the dark side, well, that was my fantasy and she knew it.

She told me that Gail had sworn off men, but if I was up for the challenge, maybe we could have her rethink this.

God, I love this woman, she knew what I would like.

I e-mailed back, and asked for a picture Gail, and within minutes, it arrived.

She was a little different than I anticipated; for one she was older, mid-fifties, a little larger, yet not really fat and a little plainer, yet attractive.

Still, I definitely would enjoy this dare, yet not sure if I could pull it off, after all she had sworn off married men, and I was definitely one. And for me to seduce, I always prefer to be honest, that makes the challenge better, and of course lets the woman no, that there are no strings attached, and like a buddy once told me, be blunt and honest, sometimes you get a no, sometimes a slap, but the one time out of ten, your fucking doors will be blown off, and he had been prove to be right for the most part.

Over the next few weeks, I would send jokes, always cc'ing Gail, and as our replies went back and forth, Gail eventually started joining in. Definitely a good sign.

Soon the next step, I started sending a few flirtatious and suggestive jokes to just Gail, gaining some trust.

Soon she was flirting , and I wanted to have her believe that she was the one now initiating it, and so I backed off the e-mails, and sure enough, I got one asking if I was losing interest in her.

I waited a bit and then replied, No way, I just wasn't sure how you felt, and I do not want to offend or hurt you.

I think that did it, and she seen me more as a friend, and she started to confide in me.

I was building confidence we would be able to pull this off.

Another week of suggestive flirting, and I sent her a picture of me stroking my hard cock at work, and her reply came back. WOW, you are not really doing that at work?

I said, I sure am, and I am thinking of you as I do it.

I then asked her, if Val had ever told her about me. She said yes, that she was told we had an affair, but she did not go into details.

I told her about my marriage, how Val had seduced me, of course not like I was not willing.

As we talked back and forth, I told her that I would love to go down on her, to taste her lips, etc...

The usual plain stuff and she always wrote back that she liked it

Soon it was time for the next step, to introduce some kink.

I started telling her how I would love to stretch her tits, to make her nipples so hard, they pinged. To bit e them, and to slap her "fat" ass

To my surprise, she got into it quicker than I thought, she said no one had talked to her like that before, and that it was making her pussy wet.

I replied, it is making your what wet? I am sure you meant cunt right?

She wrote back, YES, you are making my cunt wet!!!

I think you would make a great slut, getting bolder, I think I would love to fuck your mouth, not a blowjob where you suck me, but where I actually fuck your mouth.

The more I wrote, the hotter she would get

Soon I had her masturbating while we exchanged e-mails

We talked about whipping her tits, clamping her nipples, and even having her holding my cock as I pissed.

She seemed to love it all.

Well, I decided now or never, and asked to meet her for a drink, and of course she accepted.

We met at a bar where I used to frequent with Val, and with an hour we were off to her place.

Once inside, I grabbed her, and kissed her deeply, tasting her tongue, gently biting her lower lip, caressing her sides.

As she sunk further into my arms, I asked her, are you sure you are ready to be my slut?

Yes!!!, I said , I mean a real slut, try anything.

She just looked at me and said anything!!! Just fuck me!

We walked into the living room, I sat down and told her to stand back and take her blouse off. She looked nervous but complied and a soon she was standing there, wearing a powder blue lace bra, her large freckled tits spilling over the top.

Now the bra, I said matter of fact, and she removed it, exposing her large nipples, not so much long, but very wide. Begging to be stretched and tugged, I stood up and grabbed them roughly, pulling the nipples as far as they would go, and then releasing them to watch her fat tits bounce. She just rolled her eyes and let out a throaty growl. Here was a woman that loves sex, rough sex and no one had ever figured it out.

And it amazed me.

I lifted her tits, just to feel the weight of them, heavy firm, made for playing with.

Bite your nipples I commanded, as I lifted them towards her face.

She strained forward and began sucking on one.

I dropped it, and looked her in the eye, and said, I told you to bite them, not suck them.

I am sorry she replied, and I then said, Lift those tits, and bite them

She lifted the left one and took the nipple between her teeth and I reminded her, I expected her to chew down on them until it hurt, as she moaned, I told her to do the right one.

Next I had her remove her skirt, and turn around.

I slapped her and asked how her fat as liked it (She knew I was just saying it was fat for effect and was not really insulting her)

She said she loved the stinging feeling

I reached into her panties and could feel the meaty folds of her cunt, which was already starting to leak juices.

Her clit was larger than I had ever seen before and I wanted to suck it into my mouth so badly, but if I was to succeed in turning her into a special submissive slut, that would have to wait.

Next I had her remove her panties and bend over resting her arms on the end of the couch.

I came up behind her, spread her ass cheeks and ran my tongue over her wrinkled anus.

She jumped a bit and said, no please, no one touches me there.

I said, no one used to, but I guarantee you, from now on, I will, and I am sure you will enjoy it.

Again, I ran my tongue over it, and started to push my tongue inside, tasting her virgin musky hole for the first time.

There is something special about a virgin asshole, the taste is so nasty.

I turned her around, put my hands on her shoulder and started to push her to her knees, knowing what I expected; she undid my belt, button and unzipped me. Taking my cock out, dripping with pre-cum, she stuck her tongue out, looking up as she lapped at the strands, not missing a drop. Soon she was taking it in her mouth sliding her lips up and down the length, each time taking more and more. Soon she had her nose right in my pubic hair.

Soon I grabbed her hair, and gave a little tug, and she released my cock from the warm wet confines of her mouth, I tapped my cock against her cheeks, spraying her with a mixture of her saliva and my cock juice.

I sat in the armchair, and lifted my legs, and told her to clean my balls real good.

I used to shave them, but I have noticed that a lot of the real nasty sluts like to lick hairy ones, so I have let it grow back in.

Soon she was licking and sucking them as if she had not had a meal in ages. Now was the time to push further, and I guided her head down to my brown hole

She hesitated a bit, but she must have decided on her won to go forward, because I felt her tongue lapping at the hole licking my hairs, and soon probing inside, pushing her self deeper and deeper.

It was if, she had discovered a new treat, she was tasting my shit hole as if there was no tomorrow.

Now normally I only like the feeling of power when a woman rims me, but hell, she was so enthusiastic, I grabbed my cock and started to jerk while she tongued me.

Knowing I would not last much longer, I had her stand up, and turn around. I had her bend forward and positioned my cock at the entrance to her now dripping cunt, and entered her. It must have been awhile for her, because her cunt started to clamp on me, and actually draw me into her.

I kneaded her ass as I slowly started to fuck her, then grabbed her hips and started to ram her harder and faster, her matching me stroke for stroke. She started to moan, and I knew she was cumming, her legs started to vibrate and she screamed out something, but I could not make any sense of it, like an animal, wailing.

I reached around her and grabbed those heavy swinging tits of hers and I pulled and stretched and slapped them. The more I abused her, the wilder she became.

I pulled back a bit, as grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to stare at that virgin back door, and I knew I was going to have to have that too.

I spit on my fingers and coated her hole, and slowly pushed one finger in, feeling my cock rubbing it through the membranes.

As she relaxed, I introduced a second finger, going slowly. She tensed up as I put a third finger in, so I rubbed her back, and talked to her, telling her to relax, to breath slowly, and soon she was fucking my cock again, as I fingered her ass.

I told her it was time to fuck her virgin hole and asked what she had for lube.

She told me all she had was conditioner for her hair, and I ordered her to go get it.

When she returned, she looked at me nervously, but I re-assured her, I would not hurt her, in fact, I promised to stop if she said so.

She got on her knees and elbows and presented me with that fine ass, and I generously coated her asshole, and positioned my cock at the entrance.

As I began to enter, I felt her tighten up, so I leaned forward, and gently rubbed her between her shoulder blades, calming her, and I pushed deeper, al the while letting her know, it was slow and easy.

Once I was fully in that warm dark tunnel, I asked her how she was doing, and she said uncomfortable, but not as bad as she thought.

I slowly started to fuck her and soon she was meeting me, urging me to fuck her ass.

I was getting close to blowing my load, and I told her to rub her clit.

Soon we were both groaning and cumming, and we collapsed on the floor, and my cock left her ass with a plop.

As we gathered our composure, she looked at me with a smile, and asked when s my next visit to my newly anointed slut was going to be.

Over the next week, both Val and I confided to Gail about the Dare.

Once she got over her shock, she thanked us, and we are now planning a trip to see Val., where Gail will experience her first taste of Sapphic love.



The Dare



Karl and Mia had known each other for years. They went to the same secondary school, then by coincidence the same university. They'd never been friends really until they both got jobs in the same city. They weren't particularly close; they had very little in common they thought. But when there was a new movie out or a new art show in town, they would find themselves in the same places. It was sometimes pleasant to see a familiar face in a sea of strangers. They began meeting before the shows to grab a bite to eat. It was at these meals they found they had the same level of pride and the same humour when it came to bets.

They would bet on little things, mainly things that they couldn't agree on, for example, what date the second world war ended (Mia won that one), or perhaps what colour underwear was Andy Warhol's favourite (Karl won that one). Whatever the bet was, there was a forfeit for the loser. Once Karl had to go to work with geek glasses on and a superman t-shirt beneath his suit, telling everyone his name was Clark Kent. Another time Mia had to answer every question she was asked with 'Wyatt Earp' for the entire evening. They enjoyed seeing the other one in an awkward situation, but it was never malicious.

This particular evening they were attending an art show which both of them needed to attend to make good impressions. Mia was covering it for the magazine she wrote for, and Karl had clients who were very interested in this kind of art. He was supposed to wine and dine them and basically babysit them on their visit to the city while his superiors struck deals with them.

Before they headed out into the cold November evening, they met at a small diner off the main roads, where they sold the best Pizza in the city. The conversation quickly diminished into an argument about the age of the artist. Mia insisted he was 28, while Karl knew for certain he was 23. Mia disliked the idea of someone younger than her achieving his dreams so quickly, and so sulked. Then she saw the familiar flash in Karl's eyes.

"So, um. Ever gone commando to one of these things?" He grinned across the table to Mia, whose lips formed into a perfect pink 'o'. "I'll take that as a no then. Want to bet on his age? Whoever is furthest from the correct age has to go commando this evening." Mia smiled, liking the idea of Karl being uncomfortable and almost bare to the world. She nodded and shook his proffered hand.

Later they were being introduced to the gallery owner, the clients and the artist. Karl got the talented man into a conversation and casually asked him how old he was. The artist coolly replied, '24' in a bored manner before seeing someone he knew and adored on the other side of the room. Karl slid a smile to Mia, who huffed. Karl excused himself and followed Mia to the back of the gallery. He waited patiently outside the ladies toilets.

Moments later Mia emerged, looking flustered and cowed. Karl snapped his fingers and motioned to her.

"What does that mean?" Mia asked irritably.

"The panties."

"I'm not giving you my underwear."

"How do I know that you're keeping your word then?" Mia growled at Karl's smug look and rifled through her purse, pushing a bundled piece of material into his hand and stalking away, heels clicking menacingly on the cement floor. Karl allowed himself a moment to view the tiny things. He'd thought they were black but they were in fact a very deep purple lace with red highlights embroidered into a central pattern which ran down the front into the crotch and then plaited itself into a thong at the back. Imagining Mia in just those made his cock twitch in his pants. He caught a hold of himself and then moved back into the main room of the gallery.

Karl had never seen Mia that way before. He knew she was all woman but their friendship had been almost professional, despite the fact they weren't colleagues. She was gorgeous, even more so since she'd left school. In university she'd blossomed, but now she was in her prime. He eyed her using his peripherals, speculatively examining her curves.

She had rich dark brown hair, the colour and shade of melted dark chocolate. Today she had it was coiffed up into a neat bun-thing on top of her head. Small black jewelled roses cupped the base of it. Her eyes were a startling blue which could be as inviting as the Mediterranean sea, or as hard as the arctic glaciers depending on her mood. Today she wore an ash grey silk blouse, tucked into a high pencil skirt, which hugged her marvellous curves and explained the need for a thong. You would be able to see everything beneath that skirt. Karl cleared his throat and mind of the thoughts that he was the only one, besides her, who knew she wore nothing under her skirt. He shifted his attention back to his clients, pushing all thoughts of the lace resting in his inner breast pocket from his mind.

Mia wasn't enjoying herself. The gallery was like an old warehouse, and cool drafts of air kept wafting up her skirt, giving a pleasant but unnecessary feeling in her crotch. Also she couldn't stop thinking about her underwear in Karl's pocket. How was she going to get it back? She was sure Karl would make her ask for it. Just thinking about the humiliation made her blush. She shook her head and tried to concentrate on the art she was supposed to be reviewing for her column.

Before long the Gallery decided to close, sending its customers on to an after party. Karl didn't feel much like attending it, so handed off to his colleagues who would care for the clients. Mia wanted to get home, she was chilled and her heels were hurting her. Without talking, they knew they would both get a taxi as they lived on the same road. Mia hailed one and slipped inside, Karl following quickly after.

"So, purple lace, eh?"

"Shut up." Mia said, putting out her hand.

"Why hello, Mia!" Karl said enthusiastically and shook the hand she'd put out. She shook him loose.

"Give me them." She muttered.

"Give you what?" He asked innocently. She was silent and gritted her teeth for the rest of the journey. 

They stopped at her house, as was usual. When she walked to the front door, however, Karl followed, which wasn't usual.

"Coffee or tea?" She sighed.

"Tea would be great thanks!" He could not remove that big stupid grin from his face, could he?

She let them both in, and moved through to the kitchen where she put in the kettle to boil. Karl explored the downstairs of the house, it was like a circle with the stairs as the centre. Sitting room leading to study, study to kitchen, kitchen to dining room and dining room to sitting room. The sitting room and dining room were at the front of the house. He plunked himself down on one of the big chairs in the sitting room and flicked on the T.V.

"Make yourself at home!" Mia called through sarcastically. She came through to the sitting room to check on him, only to find him sprawled on the settee. She sighed tiredly and removed the roses from her hair and shifted off her heels in favour of a small pair of white slippers she kept behind the settee. When she returned to the kitchen, Karl followed.

She stood waiting for the kettle to finish boiling while taking the pins from her hair. She was having difficulty so Karl reached across and began locating pins. Finally he was able to let it down; it fell in dark waves around her shoulders. The clean feminine smell over took him and he suddenly wanted to touch it. He ran his hand up into it, grasping the back of her head and tugging gently down. She moaned and her shoulders relaxed slightly.

"Mm, that feels good." He turned her to face him and began sorting her hair around her face so it settled properly, every now and then rubbing her scalp at the top of her neck with his fingertips. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head from the pleasure of it.

Mia could feel the heat of him close to her, but a mixture of exhaustion and the small amount of champagne was making her senses go wild and she didn't push him away. She could feel him watch her as the sensation of her hair finally coming down after being up all day was too much. She put her hand on his chest as her head fell back slightly, to be caught and cupped by his hand. He moved closer slightly. Her eyes opened again.

Once a surfer boy he'd always kept that slightly rough edge to him, but now it had been forcibly refined into something more adult. His hair was a brown that shone gold in the light and his eyes were toffee brown and soft. She knew lots of girls who had fallen for his looks and come out not unscathed. But for now she could forget all of that. She was just enjoying the relaxing feel of his hands massaging her head and neck.

He leant forward imperceptibly and kissed her neck. She gasped, not expecting either the action or the pleasure she felt at it. He drew back, almost shy and innocent. Then leant in again and kissed deeper. She felt teeth and her hand tightened on his bicep, unsure whether she was pushing him away or pulling him closer. He undid the top three buttons of her blouse before she'd noticed. He drew back, the grin back on his face.

"So are you going to ask me for them back?" She slapped at his chest and pushed him slightly away, trying to escape. He blocked her attempt and pushed against her, trapping her between him and the counter. "Well?"

The fire in her eyes could've scorched him, but he wasn't bothered. He just wanted to hear the words come from her mouth.

"What will you give me if I say them?" She countered, which he wasn't expecting. He should've though, it was in their natures to barter. He thought for a moment and then leant close again; she moved his face from his.

"More of this." He growled, putting his mouth to her neck again, licking and biting up and down the smooth stem there. She gasped and put her hands on his chest, and he could feel her feebly pushing at him, and then felt her nails dig in and draw him closer. Her knee went up, as if she was trying to wrap a leg round him, but the skirt stopped her and it seemed to snap her from his onslaught. She gave one big heave and pushed him from her.

"I don't want that." She said turning to the now-boiled kettle. He knew better than to argue when she was holding boiling water, so he went to the sitting room and sat on the sofa, vainly trying to disguise the bulge in his trousers. Soon she came through and handed him a cup, sitting on the sofa next to him and tucking her feet under her.

She took a sip, pursed her lips together and placed the mug on the side, frowning a little.

"It's still a bit hot. What did you think of the show then?"

"I couldn't think about what was on the walls when I knew what was in my pocket." He purposefully didn't look at her and took a sip as she gasped. His face screwed up and he put the tea on the side too. "It is a bit hot, isn't it?"

"I want my underwear back." She said, deadpan.

"Good for you, but not good enough to get them."

"Give me my underwear back now." She sat a little forward. He brought them out and held them up to the light, admiring them. She made a snatch for them but he was too quick. He held them away from her. She crawled swiftly across the sofa and stretched for them, torso along his, arm stretched outwards, grasping. He threw an arm around her waist, laughing out loud now and pinning her to him so she couldn't move further towards the prize. He looked at her, and she looked at him. He noticed she was laughing too now. She suddenly became slightly relaxed in his arms and put her face towards his, her expression softening. She glanced at his lips and then kissed them, pressing into him. He returned the kiss whole-heartedly and straightened in the seat, encouraging her with small movements to straddle him. She needed to lift the skirt slightly to do so, but soon enough she was over him and he had her hips under his hands. She felt amazing.

Until she snatched the panties from his hand and leapt from him, running upstairs giggling. Karl heard her disappear into one of the rooms and understood how this evening was going to be. He leapt up, shedding his jacket and tie and loosening his buttons on his shirt. He also removed his shoes and socks. Then he went on a Mia-hunt.

The trail wasn't difficult to follow. First he found her shirt on the bottom stair, and her earring on the top. Her necklace and other earring were on the table in the hall outside her bedroom. As he pushed the door fully open he saw her in her bra and skirt with her back to him, about to unzip it. The breath he'd been about to take caught roughly in his throat. That sound of the zip filled the air. She let the silken material flow down her legs and she stepped delicately out of it.

Mia turned to him in just her purple and red lace bra with matching garter and stockings. She suddenly was nervous at his stillness. It had been the heat of the moment, and perhaps she'd gone too far, but he'd started it by admiring her underwear in front of her. She crossed her arm in front of her, already protecting herself from his scorn. He seemed to understand her fears and rapidly crossed the room so he was stood inches from her.

He brushed an imagined lock of hair away from her face and cupped her cheek. "So beautiful..." He murmured before bending to kiss her. It was gentle at first, chaste, neither of the wanted to scare the other. Then without meaning to, Mia let out a moan of pleasure as she put her palm against his chest and felt hard muscle there. She checked herself, almost drawing away, but the small sound seemed to trigger something in Karl. He gathered her in his arms, demanding more of her mouth, advancing on her until her back met the wardrobe. He pushed her up against the cool glass, pushing at her until her legs wrapped around his waist and her bared pussy was open to him.

As he realised he was grinding his zipper against her, he yanked at his clothing, her hands helping him, until his shirt was open and his trousers and underwear were around his ankles. When he hand closed around him he thought he was going to spill there and then. It was so small and so hot, it felt amazing on him. Then she tugged him to her again, lifting herself by putting her hands over the top edge of the wardrobe and supporting some of her bodyweight that way. As he came close to her heat she turned her head away and bit her lip. Karl groaned, hoping he'd remember that look for the rest of his life, pure vulnerable lust.

He ran the tip of his penis sharply against her wetness, torturing them both and earning him a frustrated gasp from her. With a smile he plunged into her as far as he could. Her back arched, but he didn't allow her time to recover before pulling back slightly and pushing forward again. The second stoke took him deeper into her core. She moaned and looked at him, a plea in her eyes.

"I want more, Karl." She whispered. He lifted her off him, kicking his shed clothes as he went and helping her slip out of hers. There didn't seem to be enough time for her stockings before they collapsed on to her carefully made bed. She pushed him back and gave a wicked grin. She trailed kisses down his stomach until she got to his jumping cock.

He couldn't look at her for fear of setting himself off. She was so lovely, he had no idea why he hadn't seen it before tonight, or what had made him open his eyes now. He felt her mouth close instantly and begin to suckle the helmet of his cock. He groaned and threw his head back.

She licked the length of it from ballsack to shaft and drew back suddenly.

"Oh my god, I can taste myself on you." She gave it another little lick. "I'm delicious!" She exclaimed as she closed her entire mouth over his penis, going as far as she dared, still laving it with her tongue inside her mouth. He sat up and grabbed at her arms.

"Come here." He said gruffly.

"But I was having fun!" She protested with a pout. He groan and settled her to straddle him, trying to push her hips down on to him, she resisted and still pouted.

"You can do it more later. I want this first." That seemed to placate her as she quickly found his cock beneath her heated pussy and pushed down on it. It filled her, and instantly she was filled with selfish lust. This thing inside her made her feel so good; her hands went to her nipples and drew to her clit. She bounced on top of him until she had a good rhythm then pushed herself almost to the edge.

She was magnificent. The second he was inside her, he'd sensed her need to get herself off, which she seemed happy to use him for. She rode him, oblivious to her ambple, bared breasts bouncing in time with the strokes on his cock. Her moans were increasing as a small frown creased her brow, she seemed to lose control and fell forward to him. He knew she was close, but her pleasure had made her grow boneless, so she needed him to finish her off.

He shifted her hips slightly and began a punishing pace into her, she drew up on to her elbows, obvlious almost to him. It was only when he was pistoning into her, her screams exciting him and driving him on that she kissed him and put her teeth to his neck. He felt the first grasps of her orgasm overtake her and felt he wasn't able to hold out.

"I'm going to come!" She sat up, driving down on to him, seemingly making a decision. She swung her leg off and then replaced her mouth where her pussy just was. She expertly sucked him until within seconds he couldn't last anymore. She took each one of his loads and swallowed them all, a small satisfied grin on her face as she looked up at him.

"Sorry about that," she said wickedly. "I'll let you come inside me next time, I just wanted to taste you so bad..."



The Dare Ch. 01



They had been dating for over a month. He had done everything right as far as he knew. Every time he picked her up she lit up like a Christmas tree so glad to see him it made him melt.

She was soft and well spoken, always dressed fashionably and walked along side him proudly making him feel like a king with his queen.

Tonight he had his annual banquet for over achievers at a fancy ballroom in town and as par usual she was his date.

He arrived to pick her up and as he was one of the *recipients * of the evening he felt it appropriate to buy her a corsage...he knew how she loved little thoughts and this orchid was perfect.

He let himself in after ringing the front bell and could here her humming to herself as she finished dressing. Like a gentleman he remained downstairs and waited for her *entrance* which proved to be worth waiting for.

She stepped elegantly down the stairs all dressed in black, not everyone's favorite color but for tonight very appropriate. Her chestnut curls pull up on her head with stray pieces hanging around her neck, dangling as did the tiny diamond earrings from her ear lobes. The matching necklace around that delectable neck only added to her beauty and that dress...oh that dress. He could only shake his head and moan as he looked at her body as this little black velvet cocktail dress hugged her every curve. She stepped off the bottom stair and smile like a little school girl biting her bottom lip nervously as she spread her arms eloquently and turned around slowly. The dress came to just above her knees and with sheer black silk stockings and the perfect black pumps and little black evening bag she was a vision.

He walked up to her and took her hand in his and kissed her wrist before sliding the corsage over her well manicured fingers and then leaning in and kissing her lips softly. He helped her on with her wrap and opened the door with dramatic poise and waved his hand like a doorman bowing to royalty. 

At the dinner party the champagne flowed like water to which they consumed very little. She stuck to his side almost childlike and nervous. He kept his arm around her waist as if glued there knowing she was the most gorgeous woman in the room, even if only in his eyes, but not wanting to let her out of his sight. The evening went without a hitch and the presentations were made in casual order with little hoopla as if there were no reason to be considered special or extra ordinary at all. But in her eyes he was her hero. A man who still looked so young,to have achieved so much in a world so unpredictable was an achievement in itself. After dinner and some more mingling they excused themselves early and he whispered...lets go back to your place and celebrate this further and she smiled, blushing, thinking *perfect*. 

Once back at her place he removed his shoes and without missing a beat she took his hand and led him upstairs. He tried to look innocent and questioned her saying in a mock voice *Mrs Robinson?...are you trying to seduce me?* She laughed and whispered *why?...is it working?*. She left him at the door to her bedroom and told him to stay there for a minute and he watched her walk around the four poster canopy bed slowly lighting numerous candles and then returning to turn off the light. She asked him to unzip her dress and he did real slow as he saw the strap to her black bra and the lace to the black french cut panties. He turned her around and before he knew it he felt something cold on his hand and a *click*. 

He looked down and saw the handcuffs and giggled nervously. She led him by the metal trap over to the bed and lifted his hand up to meet the rail of the black iron bed and hung the other handcuff over the top and pulled his other hand up over his head and it too became trapped. Her dress slid slowly to the floor as he saw that incredible body being unwrapped before him. He took a deep *gulp*, not being able to touch her. She walked around to the other side of the bed and opened a drawer and took out a navy blue piece of silk and crawled seductively across the bed on her hands and knees and pulled herself slowly up his body as sweat formed on his forehead. She whispered softly as she kiss him tenderly. *trust me* and with that she blindfolded him... He had never seen this part of her before...the controlling part and wasn't sure if he liked it or not. It was a strange feeling being so *out of control* not knowing what to expect.

He closed his eyes and tried to relax under the cool soft silk binding his eyes. He moved his hands to hold the cold rail of the canopy bed thinking...I might as well be comfortable if I can't do anything else. He felt her heat, her breath, he suspected as she seductively licked his neck. He could smell her, the almond scent of her lotion always drove him crazy. She fought with his tie and finally pulled it off. slowly she undid each button on his shirt and made love to his chest with her soft warm lips. She dragged her tongue across his chest slowly circling his nipples and chewing on them gently. He could feel the wisps of hair graze his stomach as she moved down his quivering body. 

Suddenly he felt burning, no not burning, freezing cold and he tightened every muscle in his body as something dripped on his stomach. He jumped as she followed that cold drip with her tongue and drank it from his abdomen with her mouth. Another drip and then another as she chased it with tongue across the waist of his pants and let her tongue dart under the still done up pants. then there was nothing and he nervously moaned wandering what she was doing. He felt her push against his legs gently and he stepped back as if on queue. he felt her talented fingers undoing his pants and the trousers fell to the floor.

He stepped out of them.

He felt her breath once again this time against his legs, his inner legs, her tongue never touched him but her breath and the softness of her lips dragged the hair of his thighs as her face passed over them. OH MY GOD he thought, what an incredible feeling. I know she is there, but she isn't touching me he said to himself. he wanted to pull her to him and hold her face against his throbbing member he wanted to scream GOD SUCK ME but he didn't dare, God he wanted her to help him get some relief. She slid down his boxers as he moaned in embarrassment as she saw him. Hard, oozing precummmmmm she smiled to herself. God she wanted him but she wanted him to wait...she licked her lips and thought to herself...*what would he do if she gave him the most incredible blow job he had ever had?...to be continued...if you dare



The Dare Ch. 01-02



Chapter One

"Honey, does this outfit make me look fat?"

Inwardly, Mike groaned---not again. Mike loved his wife dearly, but she had a few faults that drove him nuts. Trying on clothes in front of him and needlessly worrying about her weight were at the top of the wife annoyance list.

To be fair, when he first courted Liz, the clothes bit was quite exciting, as he knew she wanted to arouse him. Sometimes she succeeded too well, leading them to into risky adventures—making out in front of the mirrors at Forever21 or fingering her as she tried on skirts without panties at Lord&Taylor , or the time they fucked in the Victoria Secret's dressing room. They still laugh about when they went to pay for the slightly used outfit, the helpful clerk pointed out the dress was stained and retrieved them a new one from their stock room! 

But after a decade and a half of marriage, those were just fond memories and now she mostly bought apparel on her own, leaving him to watch her try on the latest dull outfit. A corollary to the recent downturn in their sex life.

Now Liz was trying on a grey long-sleeve cardigan from Penneys that day. He knew it was Penneys because of the cheap material, and the faded color. He hated when she shopped there, as he worked very hard to provide his family the best, and Penneys was, well to put it bluntly, a slap in the face to him. He preferred she ordered from Nordstroms, Neiman Marcus or even Macys. Yes, much more expensive, but so much more stylish and better quality clothes—and for her, typically sexier than the droll outfits Penneys offered. 

Aloud , "Of course not, babe, it's fine. I don't know where you get the idea you are fat."

What a lie! He knew---she was in her late 30s and with raising three kids, she had traded in the gym for the morning play sessions, and helping the pre-school and then kindergarten classes as an aide. No, she was not as thin as she once was. Worse , to his mind, she surrounded herself with petite friends—shrill gossipy ugly women who only had one kid or none at all, who ate nothing but carrots and sipped tea all day long, and who you could drop kick over a field goal post. Ugh...

Her friends were definitely not Mike's type. He honestly found Liz even more beautiful now than ever before—her breasts were fuller, her curves more accented, her long red hair, once kept short, flowed down her back. And fifteen yeas of marriage, he knew they were a "perfect" couple in many respects—a love-filled family with two beautiful teenage daughters and a young toddler son.

But the past year and a half, she had become more and more depressed as she aged—their oldest had entered high school, and that triggered memories for Liz. She facebooked all her friends from those days, and Mike thought they would go to her reunion but she backed out at last minute with some lame excuse about not getting reservation in on time. He knew it was a lie as in the 2-3 weeks prior to the event she had begun to compare herself unfavorably to her former classmates—one was a worldwide travel-writer for Conde Nast, another a model for store catalogs and circulars(he thought Penneys was one, another reason to hate the store), a third was a news anchor for a station in Buffalo. Mike knew most didn't have kids, and majority were never married, divorced, or in process of divorce, but Liz seemed to overlook those minor details.

Her depression led to a major slowdown in what had been the century's kinkiest romance. Mike had tried several things in the husband's playbook to no avail—candy, roses, diamonds, weekend getaways to New England bed and breakfasts. The effects were minimal—at best a few nights of passion to be quickly replaced by the status quo of falling asleep with the news. 

"How about this one?"

Liz had returned with another outfit, the previous one being placed in a bag for return. Mike shrugged—partial victory—he hated the Penneys outfit, but evidently she didn't find him sincere when he said she looked fine. "Great, another night without; she'll just cry herself to sleep obsessed over her weight," he thought to himself. 

Mike sighed. "No, that doesn't make you look fat, nothing makes you look fat, because you aren't GOD-DAMNED FAT, LIZ!!!"

She screwed up her face in disgust, "You just say that because you are my husband—you HAVE to say that!" A loud slam marked her retreat into the sanctuary of the master bathroom.

"FUCK!" He exclaimed to himself. Mike was really angry now; she just simply dismissed him in favor of her self-pity.

"FUCK!" This time at the top of his lungs.

He threw down his book and jumped off the bed, starting to pace.

Then, inspiration struck.

Stamping his feet so she could hear Mike flung back the door on the extensive walk-in closet he had built her last year. Mike stared at the multitude of dresses , skirts, jeans, heels, and blouses until he saw just what he wanted. Yanking the items off their hangers, yet careful not to rip them, he gathered them into his arms and stormed back into the room, kicking the closet closed behind him, and tossed the bundle onto the bed.

As his gem of an idea grew, the harried husband began to relax, laughing to himself as he worked out additional details.

"ELIZABETH MARIE, GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!" She hated when she used her full name and even though her parents had passed on years earlier, her obedience reflex kicked in as he knew it would.

A squeak indicated the knob turning and she humbly came out, wet streaks running down her face. Inside Mike melted a bit as he always did seeing her cry; then he steeled himself, standing up straighter and launched into his small speech.

"Alright, Liz, you don't value my opinion because I am 'only' your husband. Fine. Well then, if that is what it takes, we are going out tonight. You are going to shower, put on a happy face and wear that outfit"-he pointed to the bed.

"When you are ready, we will go out to Penn Tavern and run a survey to see which of us is right."

Chapter Two

Mike hung up the phone and yelled up the stairs---"Elly says she can come over to watch the kids."

Their oldest groaned, "Dad, I am old enough to watch them, we don't need old Mrs Winthorp.."

He cut her off, "I know, Princess, but it is a schoolnight and you need your sleep, and Mrs. Winthrop will stay awake watching Letterman. And fifty-two isn't THAT old."

"To YOU...you're like over the hill already, I'm in my prime"...and she posed like a one of the movie stars in her teen mags. 

He chuckled --she smiled, lunged, and grabbed the phone from him, before walking off to her room.

Then he grew serious as he heard bedroom door shut and eyes turned upward as his wife descended.

A long low wolf-whistle emitted from his lips. Liz hadn't looked like this in a long time---first he saw the black knee-length suede boots with 3" heels. As purposely marched down the wooden stairs each echoing sound caused his heart to jump. His eyes moved up off the boots to take in the rest of her appearance...

Her long red hair tied back in a pony tail, she had on a kelly green v-neck satin blouse with her T-studded motorcycle jacket, and a very short lace miniskirt. Even though he had laid them on the bed and bought the assorted items for her over the last few years, she rarely wore them and never before did she wear them altogether at one time. 

Liz's crimson face betrayed her own realization of her beauty-- and her excitement!

Ignoring the urge to take her back up the stairs and throw her on the bed, Mike instead turned to let in Mrs. Winthrop. They quickly exchanged the usual guidelines regarding the kids, cell numbers and list of available snacks. 

Ushering her into his Lexus, Mike held the door for her like a teenage boy on his first date. She reached over and opened his door for him. They left the long driveway.

"Ready for this?"

"I think so, but just so we are on same page, what is THIS?"

"Like I said, we're going to the Penn tavern, and when we get there you will go straight to the bar—I will head back to shoot some pool—"

"You're leaving me alone?"

"Uhm...yeah—I mean you want to take my word for it, so I figure—"

"You figure some drunk asshole is going to mistake me for a hooker--"

"NO!" Shock registered on his face as he realized how this sounded. He held up a finger, and pulled the car to the side of the road. 

"Ok, let's try this again. I picked Penn Tavern as clientele is a bit better than your typical bar, and far enough from home you don't have to worry about any neighbors seeing you there. When we have clients from out of town I take them there as great place to do business."

"I thought you to took them to "TattleTails," she giggled. That was the local stripper bar.

He laughed—"That's only for the assholes I don't mind extorting...

"Seriously, you don't have to worry about drunks or assholes here. Not that type of place. "

"So, I am to sit at the bar and what? It's been a long time since I was single sitting in bar---usually I had a few friends with me, so never really sat alone at one. I think I would feel like an alcoholic. Or a hooker."

He winced, knowing the last was enough to make her back out with good reason. 

"Well, get a drink and tell bartender in loud voice you are waiting for a friend and ask to have "her" directed to you when she comes in, That way you have an excuse to be there."

"Then what?"

"Wait for a reasonably cute guy to offer you a drink. If you think he is hideous or whatever, just refuse and move to another section of the bar. "

"And when one buys me a drink?"

"That you like," he stressed"

"Yeah, that I like." Not convinced so far.

"Well, flirt a little."

"Just flirt? What does this prove again?"

"Well, you said I don't count since I am your husband---but a cute guy flirting with you should prove I'm right..."

"Maybe, but just some lonely guy talking to me doesn't mean he is sexually attracted to me."

She had him there. He thought about it some more, closing his eyes to block oncoming headlights. The car passed by---he wanted to get on with this. Seemed like such a great idea but now she was forcing him to think a few steps ahead. CHRIST, this was why he hated chess. 

"Well...."

"Well what, Sherlock?"

"Well, you know guys have a universal natural reaction to a woman they find sexually attractive."

"So you want me to stare at his pants? Then he will think I am drunk."

"Yeah, that would be a bit odd. Alright, rub him. Put your hand on his lap and feel. Make some excuse to bump into him there oh so innocently."

"I thought only guys copped feels." She laughed again, that beautiful trilling sound like water trickling down a stream. Liz was relaxing he realized. She wasn't going to bolt. 

Mike smiled at her. "I DARE YOU." There, it was out. Something they hadn't done since their dating days, the three little words that had led to so many fun erotic escapades. 

Returning his grin, "I Accept."

That was the former Liz speaking. Self-pity had been vanquished with self-assurance. Checking his mirrors, Mike pulled out and proceeded on their quest.



The Dare Ch. 01



This is a story of erotic fiction. It is based on real events but placed into this context to heighten the eroticism. This story is written for adults about explicit sexual situations. It is meant to entertain.

It also has multiple chapters...should you want them...

Please... I welcome criticism, however, if you are going to be negative, be constructive. I will delete those critics who choose to rant, be vindictive or complain about the context of my writing. If you don't like what I write, or want to rant...write your own story...



Carole walked slowly into the dark club. She looked around for a table near the dance floor were she could see and especially be seen. It was Friday, and though it was still early she wasn't able to find the table she wanted. She opted for a stool at the bar.

Carole's husband Tom was parking the car. He would take exactly ten minutes to do this. This would allow the impression that Carole was on her own.

Carole and Tom liked to bet on games. When one of them lost, they would forfeit a dare. They had been doing this for over a year now and the dares had been getting bolder and bolder.

Carole thought back to when the dares had started. At first, the dares had been playful, making them hungry for more. He had dared her to flash a stranger; she had him to go skinny-dipping in the lake beside a popular restaurant. Then they had discovered the club.

It was a place that neither of them had been to before, either as singles or as a couple. It was tailor made for some more serious flirting dares...

Those dares had started with Carole going to the club and letting herself be hit on for some dancing while Tom watched discretely. It was easy really. Carole, despite being 38 years old, was a hottie and she knew it. With her 38C 24 36 figure, soft brown eyes and hair, she exuded sexuality. She never walked when she could strut. Men came to her like moths to a flame. 

Her dares had progressed from dancing to touching and being touched to dirty dancing and dirty dancing with a vengeance! 

When it was Tom's turn, Carole had watched as he had made some pretty outrages moves on many a willing filly. His antics had turned her on immensely. She wondered if she could watch him take one of these women home and fuck her brains out...

The action would stimulate their passions and she and Tom would go home and fuck up a storm for the remainder of the week recounting the adventures of that night! 

At some point Tom had included a fantasy of bringing a stud home so the two of them could work her over. The stories never failed to make Carole hot and she came all the harder when Tom mentioned them. Especially when she included Tom taking one of his horny conquests home to their stories.

The last time they had made a bet, Carole had wound up in a dark corner of the club kissing her partner hard, rubbing her body up against him and rubbing her hand over his crotch. He had wanted to take her home, but she slipped out the back into her husband's waiting arms and they escaped into the night. That night the stories had worked her up so much that she had come a dozen times before Tom had even cum once!

Last Sunday, Carole had lost a bet on Tom's favourite hockey team. Her team had lost 7-3. The score wasn't the point...the point was she had lost the bet and now owed the forfeit. This time Tom had told her that he wanted to see her do more...that he wanted to watch her turn a man on to the point that she would make him cum in his pants!

"Is that a dare?" she had asked.

His reply was a lewd smile...

"And what if I fail to make him cum in his pants?" she had asked.

"Well then," he replied, "You will have to take it out of his pants and make him cum..."

"You can't be serious?" she said.

The lewd grin was still there...

For the rest of the week they had incredible sex together, going over scenarios of what might happen and what she might or might not do. They constantly touched each other every time the passed in the hallway or going through a doorway.

Thursday night Tom had entered her and stroked her hard and strong, but had not let himself or her cum. She kept trying to get him to do more to her, to lick her or finger her or press himself against her, but each time he would stop himself before either of them could orgasm. He told her it was because he wanted them both primed for tomorrow...he told her that, as part of the dare, she would not be permitted to bring herself off either...until the deed was completed.

Tom had chosen her outfit, which included a shiny semi-sheer white backless halter-top that left little of her upper anatomy to the imagination! She had rouged her nipples so that they would be seen from under the cloth in the club's black lights. 

Tom had included a bright white mini-dress that, though longer than some women wore at the club, was the shortest thing she had ever worn out of the house before! Tom told her it was just long enough to protect her virtue from anything but a deliberate attempt to place a hand up there!

She had slipped on a tiny white g-string and 4"stilleto heels. Some jewellery for accessories and a small clutch and her outfit was finished.

As she stood looking in the full-length mirror beside the front door, she looked into her husband's eyes and asked him "Are you sure?"

"Trying to back out of the dare?" he had asked.

"No, but what happens if I am unable to make someone cum?" she replied. "I mean, what if he is too nervous to let himself cum there at the club, even if I am doing my best to do make him?"

"Then you will have to take him out back and make him cum!" he laughed. 

Carole was excited. They had discussed all kinds of scenarios about this night over the past week, but this was real. This was the moment when they moved from talk to action.

"And what happens if I can't make him cum out back? What happens if the two of us get so excited that we have to have each other, that masturbating him won't be enough for either of us?" She asked.

The lewd grin was back on his face. His eyes moved over to look at, then travel up the stairway...when he looked back at her, her eyes where wide in shock and surprise. 

"If we do this, things will change." She said. "Our special evenings out will never be the same. Neither will our marriage."

She watched him closely as she spoke. He smiled and nodded. Nothing more was said as he took her hand and they walked to the car.

The barmaid dropping off her drink broke her thoughts. In the bar's mirror, she watched Tom enter the bar as she took a sip...they did not acknowledge each other as he walked slowly past her. She knew from experience that he would go to a booth not far behind her, where he could watch the dance floor and her antics. The booth was lit at the front and dark in the back. He could sit there all night and not be disturbed while enjoying the action on the dance floor.

It didn't take long for some of her regulars to come over to chat with her, but she brushed them off. She was looking for something else tonight and none of these really 'fit' the bill. She had made up her mind to complete the dare, and decided that she would find the best candidate possible for herself...and for Tom. Besides, she wanted to choose a dare for her husband in turn when she won. 

Part of the dare sequence was that the winner of the dare would demand something of the looser in turn. The plans she had for her husband made her smile and squirm in her seat!

She saw them before they saw her. Four men, maybe late 20's early 30's, all in good shape, ruggedly handsome, but two of them really caught her eye. They were seated not to far from her and when one of the two made eye contact with her she let her eyes linger on his and eventually returned his smile. A few minutes later, the barmaid appeared with the inevitable first drink. She lifted it in salute to her benefactor and he strolled over for conversation.

Tom watched the approach and saw the man introduce himself to Carole. He saw her smile and invite him to sit and chat. They were there perhaps 5 min before he held his hand out to hers and they moved onto the dance floor. More people had arrived now and the place was beginning to get crowded but he had no problems keeping track of them. 

Carole was happy with James. He was a good conversationalist and a good dancer. They danced hard and faced together, bumping into each other and grinding there hips and legs against each other. She was starting to get turned on and noted a bulge in his pants that said the same of him.

A slow song came on and the two of them came together. She felt the bulge immediately and pressed hard against him, letting him enjoy the feel of her body as she rubbed herself subtly against him.

Tom watched as the two of them moved in each other's arms. He saw her hands move around behind his neck, saw her pull him down. There bodies pressed together all the harder as the stranger bent into their first kissed. Tom's cock began to throb. He wondered how far his wife would go, whether she would win the dare or not. He noticed as the man's hands moved down his wife's back, gently stroking her bare flesh. Eventually they settled on the top of her ass. 

James pulled her into him, allowing his cock to press harder into her groin. He felt more then heard the moan of pleasure she released. James wasn't an overly hung man, but he stayed rock hard all night once he got it up. He could cum three or four times a night and he could control somewhat how long it took him to cum. That often led to problems as there were few women that could keep up with him, but he wasn't worried about that...for now.

He liked the feel of Carole's body against his. It sent chills up and down his spine. More importantly, it sent chills up and down his cock. He was at full attention, and she seemed to be happy to have him that way...

The song ended and another slow song started. James was moving Carole to a darker part of the dance floor. Carole was all for that. She knew that she had to do something with him if she was to win the bet.

Again he bent down to kiss her. She liked his kisses. They were deep yet not pushy, gentle but strong enough to thrill her. His tongue moved everywhere throughout her mouth. She moaned as she thought of that tongue on her crotch moving like it did in her mouth!

She felt his hands caressing her ass and bare back. He was pulling her tight to him and she willingly complied, grinding her hips, her sex against his. She was really getting turned on by all of this.

She slid her hands down from his neck and around his back. One of her hands moved down front to cup his cock. She had been with plenty of men but she had never felt a man so hard before! She worried that he might go off too soon, thus spoiling her fun somewhat.

This is going to be easy! She thought...I'll have to be very careful teasing him, so I can make it last...

The song ended and he pulled her back to the bar. She jumped up on the stool and pulled him around in front of her. He stepped into her embrace. She opened her legs and felt his manhood rubbing against her. They chatted softly together while he bumped into her slowly. His hands strayed to her hair, stroking it softly. Touching her face, her neck, her shoulders.

They conversed about inane things, but it was just for show. They weren't really interested in the words...but more about the actions between them.

Her hand moved down to his crotch, stroking him as gently as she could without being too obvious. 

Eventually, the inevitable call of nature got to her, interrupting her playtime, and she excused herself to attend her needs. As she passed down the hallway to the bathrooms she was intercepted by her husband.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked. 

"Oh yes!" was her cheerful reply.

"Do you think you are up to jacking him off on the dance floor?" he queried.

"I'm horny enough to do it," she countered, "but I'm not sure if I will have the opportunity to do it here."

"Well you can always take him out back if you need to." He said with a smile.

"Tom, what if I can't make him cum? What if I have to take him home? How do we go about doing that so that I can include you in the mix?" she asked.

"If it should get that far, tell him the truth. Tell him you have a horny husband who likes to watch you and sometimes join in. Let him know that he can't come to our house unless he is ready to accept that. I bet he won't pass up the opportunity!" He said with a twinkle in his eye.

"All right." She said. "But just remember that it was your decision to do this, and your dare that brought me to this. I want no repercussions later!"

He leaned in and gave her a long, hard kiss. She could feel the intensity of his mood in that kiss. She returned it in kind. He winked at her and smiled as they once again parted company.

James waited patiently for her to return. Instead of taking her seat, she grabbed his hand and moved them back out onto the dance floor. Their dancing was energetic and playful on the fast songs, sensual and erotic on the slow ones. Finally they got to the point that they knew things had to progress a little further. She invited him outside for a breath of fresh air. He took her hand and they moved out into the warm evening air.

The soft breeze caressed her hair as they moved into the parking lot. The gentle wind wicked the sweat from her bare arms and back. A bright moon hung overhead. She asked him were his car was. He pointed to a darker part of the lot. She gave him an impish grin. He understood the meaning and pulled her towards his ride. His pickup was parked at the rear of the lot, the tail pointing to the brick wall of another building. He pulled her around the back and dropped the tailgate. 

The vehicle was new, and smelled like it. The plastic bed liner was comfortable. She hopped up on the tailgate and dragged him to her, giving him a very deep kiss. She had grown comfortable with the way he kissed and allowed herself to be lost in the experience.

Her hand moved down and rubbed his cock through his jeans. She found the tab to the zipper and pulled it down. It took a bit to fish around inside for his flesh, but soon enough she pulled it out into the soft moonlight.

She relished the experience of holding a new cock in her hand for the first time since her wedding some eighteen years ago now. He felt like an iron bar wrapped in a leather glove. She couldn't remember ever holding a man who was so hard before! 

She stroked him gently at first, but then began to be more determined. She watched as the head of his prick appeared and disappeared from within the folds of his foreskin. She saw the moisture forming along the hole at the top of his crown, dripping slowly down and around her fingers. It made him a little bit more slippery, much to her delight.

He reached over and rubbed the side of her breast, teasing her with his light touch. As she stroked him, he gently slid his fingers into her halter and rubbed her rigged nipple. She sighed as his fingers worked her breast.

His other hand slid up her leg and under her skirt. She remembered Tom's words of her skirt being long enough to protect her virtue from anything but a deliberate attempt to get a hand up there. Well this attempt was deliberate and quite successful as James discovered quite abruptly that she had removed her panties in the bathroom! 

She felt his hand rub against her, stirring her pussy! His fingers slid gently along the edge of her lips, and then slid between them to stroke her damp and overheated cunt! He brought his lips down to hers once more and gave her a kiss that curled her toes.

Primed by her husband's refusal to let her cum the night before, by the actions of james' fingers on her nipple and pussy, and by his dam nice kissing, she felt herself moving towards an explosion she wasn't sure she wanted to have!

She stroked him harder and faster. He was making her fingers wetter on every stroke, but she could sense that he wasn't yet near ready to cum, while she was just sitting on the verge. Before she could think to do anything else she suddenly felt something building inside of her. A few more deft strokes of his fingers and she went over the edge. 

An explosion of colour burst inside her head as her orgasm rumbled through her. Her body went rigged and she squeezed her thighs against his hand, trapping his fingers inside her. She grunted into his mouth, sucking air in through her nose in a most unladylike manner. She pushed her breast hard against the hand that was rubbing it. Her orgasm was short-lived, but incredibly intense!

As she began to sag, he slipped his arm around her holding her up. She sighed and released her thighs freeing his hand. He brought his fingers up under his nose and sniffed at them. She watched as he stuck his tongue out and licked at them, then inserted them into his mouth and sucked them clean. She got another twinge in cunt as she watched it all.

"Mmmmmm." He murmured, "I want to taste you for real!" he said.

"Not here." She replied. "My place. But you should understand that I am married."

"I saw the rings," he replied.

"And my husband is there." She continued.

He arched his eyebrows. "Should I be worried that he is there?" he asked.

"No," she told him with a smile.

"He's not bi or anything like that is he?" he asked.

"I don't think so," she told him, "but we've never gone this far before, so I really can't say." She told him with an impish grin.

"Well, I guess we'll have to cross that bridge when we come to it." He returned with a grin.



To be continued...if the readers want me too...



The Dare Ch. 02



His hardness sprang from his body, sticky with precumm as she smiled. He groaned and she whispered shhhhhhhh it's alright and she touched him gently, her fingers still cold from the ice cube. Then she tenderly wiped her finger across the head and took the cream from him and spread it around her lips without him even knowing she tasted him and licked her fingers dry.

Needing him she took more and this time slid her hands into her panties and touched herself with her sticky fingers and he heard her moan. He begged for her to tell him what she was doing but she didn't. She reached over and took her vibrator and spread more cum on the tip and lay back on the bed as he stood there tied and unable to see as she started to please herself. He heard it and begged almost in tears to be set free but she ignored him. He tilted his head to one side touching his arm and fought to loosen or at least move the silk tie around his head and with determination he did and the silk fell around his neck. There she lay in all her lustful beauty, eyes closed and legs spread. Stockings and heels still on, panties pulled to one side and breasts jiggling as she manipulated that rubber dick in and out of her wet opening.

God he thought he would burst. It was like watching someone else make love to her and he wanted to so badly. She looked over as she heard him moan and smiled as she realized she was being watched. She asked in a little girl whine...Want to touch me?...and he nodded like a panting dog...Want to taste me?...and he made a loud *gulp* as it took his breath away...with that she took the vibrator out of her dripping entrance and brought it to her lips and licked it driving him nuts. She slinked off the bed and stood up with her back to him and slowly bent over with her butt against his manhood and slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. 

He felt her warmth , her wetness against his throbbing hard on and gritted his teeth. She took him in her hand and slowly teased herself while standing with her head hanging down and her legs spread. She reached between her legs and slid his cock between her lips and he finally felt that wetness. 

Using her fingertips she slid the head into her opening and he moaned , ready to explode, but she isn't ready and he concentrates to hold off for her. She arched her back like a cat stretching and leaned her head back against his shoulder. He looks across the room and watches her facial expressions in the full length mirror. Her actions, those of a well trained stripper, her beauty, that of HIS lady. She caught him watching and bit her lip seductively. she reached between her legs and bent her knees as she fondles him expertly. Feeling his balls tighten and pull up into his body. She reached back further and tickled that spot she knew so well, right in front of his puckered opening and with just the right amount of pressure she fingered him gently and he began to shake and begged her not to but she wanted to please him and she squeezed him with her inner muscles and growled in a low sexy voice...CUMM FOR ME BABY...and he did. 

He exploded, holding onto the top rail of the bed he shook and groaned and screamed for her in ecstasy. God spurt after hard aching spurt he filled her as she slid back and forth tight around his throbbing manhood. She kept pumping gently until he was spent and then with him still inside her she reached over and raising one leg to the bed she turns her vibrator on and plays with her wet clit, wet with his cumm and her juices. He stays hard with excitement feeling the vibrations of the plastic dick against his cock as she drew it across his balls. He begged her to let him lose so he could please her as she deserved but she told him *not a chance*...this I can do myself*, and with that she leaned back against him and rode the dildo as he watched her climax for him in the mirror 

He felt her body shake and convulse as she reached her orgasm. Her head laying on his shoulder he whispered in her ear...*you , are incredible*...in a deep throaty purr she turned her face to his and kissed him hard, smiled and said..." amazing what I can do on a dare huh?" He laughed and bit her shoulder playfully and demanded...*untie me bitch...I DARE YOU* 



The Dare Ch. 02



I see you disembark from the train; you smile and wave at me, you look so beautiful and I can't help but wonder if you did the dare, or if you chose to ignore it and slept the journey away.

You kiss me as I meet you and hand me the camera.

"Wait 'til you see the pictures." you breathe into my ear, you smell of sex.. I notice your hair is wild, and has that just fucked and made good appearance, and your breathing is a little ragged and heavy.

I take the camera from you and hit the auto play button, as we stand on the platform; a group of people pass us by, two women and two men, both men smile as they pass you. You smile back, was that a kiss you just blew one of them?

I look at the little screen and I see you did carry out the dare. The first picture I see is you looking over your shoulder to the camera, the next you have your coat open and you are rubbing your pussy through your panties; my mind is full of dirty thoughts, as I wonder if anyone saw you.

"Well, come on, we can't stand here all night." You say.

I turn the camera off and place it in my pocket, "Home?" I ask..

"I could do with a drink." You respond.

"Its twelve thirty, the only place to get a drink now, is home, or a club hun, and you aren't dressed for a club" I smile.

You look quizzically at me, and then smile back "You don't want to take your naked horny wife to a club for a drink??" You ask wickedly.

I catch the look on your face; the wantonness is plain to see, 

"I dare you." You say, as you smile at me.

My mind races, 'dare I? Should I?' Could I? Knowing that beneath your coat you are almost naked, could I take you into a club in just your coat panties and sheer top?

I cant get my head clear, thoughts tumble about my mind, and I realise all this time we have been walking from the station towards the town.

I spy our car and a thought shouts out inside my head.

"Wait," I say "just wait one moment hun" I run to our car and quickly reach into the back seat. Yes its still there, the little dress you had originally worn for the adventure but that had been removed in the car for 'practical' reasons. Little did I know then that you had already decided that, tonight, the boundaries of our games were to be pushed to the very limit.

It's a very short dress, with a zipper on the front that can zip from top to bottom, or bottom to top, or anywhere in between.

I run back to you, my eagerness now unabated, 

"Here," I say, handing you the dress. You look at it and smile 

"You want me to wear this? It won't hide my ass, never mind the stocking tops." 

I place your hand on my cock through the trousers I'm wearing; you can feel the heat and rigidness of my excitement.

"You want to go for a drink in a club, you wear this dress. I dare you" I smile, and kiss your cheek, as I deliver the words.

You turn to face me and push your tongue into my mouth. I savour the flavour of you, I can taste juice on your lips, and know you have fingered yourself, sucking your fingers after having them in your pussy, I feel my cock lurch in my pants, and hope you choose to take the dare as we play out our little game.

"Ok" you say, and take the dress. Then, with a quick look around, you dive into a shop doorway and strip off your coat. I catch my breath at the sight of you; your panties and top are gone, as you stand framed in the nightlights on the street, naked and open, as you wiggle into the tight fitting slutty little dress I have passed you.

You were right, the bottom of the dress barely hides the top of your stockings, and I feel my cock throb as you zip the upper part to extenuate your breasts, they are forced up and outward and give you a cleavage that is very deceptive. I move to you, 

"I'm going to fuck you right there in the doorway." I say as I approach, you look at me, you must see the lust blazing in my eyes because you shake your head, and move back on to the pavement quickly. slipping your coat back on in one fluid movement.

" Come on" you laugh, and we head down the road to the club.

"Want a real dare?" you ask me.

"What do you mean?" I ask, and you explain that when we get to the club, I had to find a way to fuck you in there, if I failed to do this then I would have to pay a forfeit. I ask what that would be and you wink at me. 

"Ahha, that's my business." you grin, of course I'm going to agree, my dick is so excited that it's threatening to break free at any moment.

We enter the club, like many of it's kind it's modern, with two floor's. One upper for lounging, the lower a normal bar type, set up with tables, chairs and of course a dance floor. The music is lively and loud, we find a table near the dance floor and I leave you to get the drinks from the bar.

I watch you as you remove your coat and make your self comfortable, the dress rides up as you sit down, clearly showing the stocking tops and slips of garter belt supporting them, you notice this too and frown, you stand again to hitch your dress down, I watch you closely as I order the drinks.

I know I'm not the only male watching you, then, with just a quick look in my direction you move away.

I lose sight of you in the crowd and curse the barman for being so slow with the order, as soon as its placed in front of me I pay, not waiting for the change.

I return to our table and spot you as you reappear through the crowd, you smile and sit down next to me, your legs are bare, you hand me something, its your garter belt and stockings. 

"I looked like a whore flashing them." you say.

"They certainly got you noticed." I smile, but I accept them and slip them into my pocket; feeling the camera there ,I take it out.

"No" you say, and take the camera placing it on the table, "no, this is my dare, you can only look at the pictures when I'm either in the toilet, or dancing".

I agree and reach under the table to stroke your thigh, you open your legs to ease my hand and I cant help but let my fingers trace up and graze your pussy.

I'm shocked and turned on by how wet you feel, you push your face into my neck and nibble my jugular, knowing the effect this has on me. I lay my head back to allow you better access as you bite and nibble my neck. I slip one finger inside your heated wetness, I feel your breath as you moan into my neck..

"I want you so bad."

I place your hand on my lap, letting you feel the heat from my engorged penis, as it tries its best to escape the confines of my trousers,

"Easy boy" you breathe against me, and move away. "I'm going to dance now, you can look at the pictures, but only the first eight. Any cheating and it's forfeit time" You smile as you move gracefully away from the table, and onto the dance floor.

The music is some Latin type dance track, and you move your body to the beat, I watch you swaying and gyrating, and take the camera from the table. Eyes fixed, I watch the little screen on the back come to life, the pictures leap onto the screen, I see you feeling your soft lips through your panties, on the second picture, then on the third you have freed your breasts, and the smile on your face is so lustful.

I look up and notice two guys have moved around you and are dancing and swaying their bodies in time to your movements. You smile at me and wink, I know you have noticed them too, and are enjoying the attention. I return my gaze to the camera.

In the next picture you have one side of your panties undone, I can see one side of your sweet smooth mound. In the next picture you have changed location and you are totally naked, you are posing in just your boots and stockings, smiling at the camera. As I flick to the next picture you are touching yourself, and in the next I see two fingers buried deep in your pussy, your eyes are shut as you obviously wank yourself. From just the picture on the dead still camera, I can feel the arousal in you.

The last of the eight pictures that I am permitted to look at is of you smiling to the lens, licking your glistening fingers and sucking them deep in your mouth, cleaning off your juices. 

I look up from the camera and notice that one of the guys on the dance floor has moved directly in front of you, whilst you dance you both lean forward every now and then, to exchange talk on the packed dance floor, you are smiling and flirting outrageously and I feel my pride swell up, as my cock twitches of its own accord inside my clothes.

The music breaks and you return to the table looking radiant and happy I kiss you as you sit down, and notice that your would be dance partner has only moved away a little, and his eyes are on you.

"Have fun?" I ask, as you take a deep drink of your vodka and orange.

"Mmmmmmm." You reply, "The guy over there," and you nod your head towards the man watching you, "asked if I would like to go upstairs and find a quiet spot." as your hands stroke my thigh.

"What did you say? " I ask, trying not to smile. 

You giggle that horny giggle of yours, and whisper, "Maybe later," then you look at the camera and take it from my hands, "how many did you look at?" you ask, as you turn on the screen.

"Only the first eight, as the deal stated, " I respond, "but I want to see the rest." I add quickly.

You smile and kiss my cheek then with a glance at your new friend, you stand up and look towards the dance floor as the music gets into full flow 

"You can look at the next twelve now." You say, and move away. The guy follows you, I watch as you face each other once again and sway your bodies to the sounds of the music.

With trembling hands, not from fear but excitement, I flick on the screen and am both shocked and turned on to notice that someone else has joined you in the pictures.

The first is of a head and tongue clearly visible, tonguing your open and aroused pussy. There are four pictures of a man's head and tongue enjoying your sweet pussy; I'm shaking, my cock is leaping in my shorts, as I look at the pictures of you with a stranger's mouth devouring your sweetness. I click to the next picture and freeze in my seat.

I look at the screen and my heart in my mouth; the screen shows you with a strangers cock buried to the balls in your mouth. On the next you are looking up and smiling to the lens, as you swallow the penis, your cheeks bulging at his rigidity.

I click to the next, and see you splayed naked, licking his balls, his hands moulding your breasts, I click forward as my mind reels at the thought you did this, I'm shocked, turned on, and shaking.

The last picture I'm allowed to look at is you lying open, splay legged and cum trickling down your tits and tummy, the thick white globules clear and wet on the digital format.

I tear my eyes from the screen and seek you out on the dance floor, I spot you immediately, you are dancing with the same guy, your hands are resting over his shoulders as you slowly bump and grind to the music.

You see me watching and start a slow turn, still holding on to your dance partner. As you turn your back, I see his hand caressing your arse through the dress, his hand is so low he can touch your naked thigh, I watch enthralled as his hands wander around your arse.

Then, as you turn sideways to me, I see his other hand, resting on your side just below your armpit, his hand is splayed and I know by the dreamy look on your face his thumb must be in contact with your breast.

Finally, the turn completed, you look over his shoulder at me, and blow a kiss as I smile, I see you remove one arm from his shoulder and slide it down his back, before resting it on his ass and pulling yourself closer to his body.

I want to leap from my seat, and join you I want to pump my engorged cock into your wet pussy, naked beneath the small dress, but I'm glued to the seat.

To move would be agony, as my excitement is throbbing in my shorts. I feel a damp spot, my cock is oozing precum, Im so excited, that one touch and I know I will explode, I sit back watching you slow dance, and drink heavily from the beer in front of me.

The music stops, an up tempo beat fills the room, you disengage from your friend and whisper something to him, he smiles and kisses your cheek before leaving you, as you join me once again. 

"Well? " you ask a look of lust in your eyes "Did you see?"

I look at you and flick my eyes to my crotch, you follow my stare, and even in the dim lighting in the club, you see the damp spot on my thigh.

"Did you come?" you ask me, the excitement in your voice clear and easy to define.

"No, but I want to, you cock teasing bitch." I whisper back, my hand creeping up your thigh 'til I can feel the wet slickness between your thighs.

You smile, and reach your hand out, grasping my cock in your grip. I feel him swell, and then you rub the course material of my pants up and around the swollen head of my member.

I groan, and feel my cum spray from me, I feel ashamed. I groan again, as the second pulse forces more cum from my balls, and spilling inside my shorts I cant stop the avalanche of cum, I groan in silence, my balls emptying inside my clothing.

You slide my zip down and slip a hand through the opening, holding my naked cock in you hand, you feel the sticky wetness of my orgasm and smile; removing your hand you lick the tip of your fingers.

"Mmmmmmm, you did like the pictures then?" You breathe into my ear, as I slouch in my wet and soiled clothing.

You tongue my ear lobe and I give in to the moment, allowing you to do as you please.

"I hope this means you can still perform your dare." You say to me as you push yourself lower in your seat, and my finger slips inside your excited and wet pussy.

I become aware of a presence, and look up to see your dancing partner standing in front of the table. He has drinks in his hands, a large vodka for you, and what looks like a beer for me. I look at you quizzically, you smile and kiss my neck, whispering in my ear 

"Look at the rest of the disk." Then, slipping from my grasp, you stand and take a huge gulp of the vodka he has brought over. 

I want to say something, but it's too late, you take his hand in yours and move to the dance floor, pulling him close you both move to the music. 

I tell my self that I should go clean up, but the camera is there in front of me and you are dancing only feet from the table, your arse wiggling provocatively. I turn the camera back on and watch the screen flicker to life, 'what next?' I wonder, as I click to next frame.

The first picture I see is you, still naked, only this time on all fours on a table, in the carriage of a train. Your arse and pussy are clear, as you present them to the camera.

The next click has you turned around, and wantonly displaying your swollen vulva to the camera, your nipples plain to see, hard and inviting, as you offer your intimate parts to the lens. I feel the familiar throb as my cock twitches once again, and fills with blood.

In the next shot you have your fingers inside yourself, and seem to be fucking yourself to orgasm. The next picture is a close up of your fingers, as they spread your lips wide, glistening with the moisture you are forming. The next is another close up, your clit is standing out proudly, your lips are inflamed and wet, and your hand is buried deep inside you.

I click to the next frame and silently gasp. It's your pussy, only there is a cock pushing itself into you. My cock has recovered and is once again making its presence felt; the wetness of my previous orgasam is cold, yet stimulating, as I look at the pictures of a naked stranger's cock, filling you.

I click the next frame, then the next, and I am treated to the sight of you being fucked, deep and solid, they show various states of entry of the intruder. Then on the next frame I see your smiling, lust filled, face as you lay on your back, mouth open wide, the cock in the picture shooting his cum over your face and hair.

I look up and see you dancing very slowly with your partner, his hand now not even attempting to be cautious as his fingers are well out of sight under your dress.

I know he has found your sex and is probing your wetness, you have your eyes closed tight, and you are pushing yourself into the obvious bulge he has in his well-tailored slacks. I watch, as I see you look him deep in the eyes, before opening your mouth and silently sucking his tongue deep within.

I watch as you dance fuck this man, this nameless stranger, who has his hands on my wife's cunt, and his tongue down your throat and I realise that I am shaking with excitement again.

I return to the camera and click onto the next frame the scene has changed again. I can't make out where you are, but I see you gazing straight up at the camera lens, with a different cock now resting on your tongue.

I know it's a different cock by the head, the previous one had a foreskin, this one is cut and defined, as I look at the frames, you swallow and suck this new man.

The next frame is you from the rear; his hand firmly embedded in your honey pot four fingers deep inside you.

I can't help myself, my hand is holding my balls in their tight confines, I feel the turgid rigidity of my excitement and slowly stroke my self through my clothing. I click to the next frame.

This shows you bent over doggy style and your pussy gaping open, wet and shiny, with just this strange cock resting against your swollen lips.

I click on, and I am rewarded with a shot of this cock, resting just below your wet, welcoming, hole with cum clearly escaping onto your thigh, where you have let this stranger fuck you until he has emptied himself inside you.

I think back to when we kissed, and smile to myself, how stupid I was to think it was just you that I tasted. The last shot I see is you, with the cock in your hand, as you tongue the eye and lick around the head of this wilting and cumstained member.

My cock is bursting, the previous orgasm forgotten; I look up, I scan the floor for you, but fail to see you.

I look around and just make out your shape as you disappear up the stairs from the dance floor, adjusting my enflamed rigidness to a position I can move in, I follow. The dance floor is crowded and it takes me some time to reach the stairs, my cock is still throbbing, yet I feel panic setting in where are you? Where did you go?

I climb the stairs and scan the upper floor, its not very full, one or two couples sitting on sofas, drinking, laughing, and necking, or watching the floor below. I move into the recesses and search for you.

I find you in the far corner, but you don't see me in the dim light. You are sitting astride the guy you were dancing with, your tongue down his throat as you weave about on his lap, I move to the side to see around the sofa and stop dead in my tracks.

Your small dress is bunched around your waist, the zip is free from the top allowing your breasts to spill out into your lovers hands, as I move more to the side I see you clearly, you are fucking him, riding up and down his greasy pole, as he grinds his cock deep inside you. I watch as you fuck.

I can hear your moans, and whimpers, as you grip his cock inside you and moan into his mouth, I unzip myself, carefully looking round to see if we can be seen, no one notices as I ply my hand around my excited and free shaft. I stroke my throbbing cock as I stand watching you from the shadows, my balls are tight and I know I wont last long, 

I am going to join you, I'm going to fuck you right here, right now, but I stop as I see you push down hard and hold yourself shuddering as you cum.

Then I watch as you slowly raise yourself from him and drop to your knees, your pussy is facing me, I can see his cum oozing from your sex you bend and take his cock in your mouth, washing him clean with your tongue, your hand slips beneath you and I watch you fondle your cum covered cunt.




The Dare Ch. 02



A noise disturbs me and I look over my shoulder, stuffing my hardness back into my soiled clothing. There is a group of guys rowdily make their way up the stairs, and heading in your direction. You and your lover hear them too, quickly covering yourselves, you readjusting your dress, as he covers his nakedness within his pants. I head back down the stairs and drink from the beer at the table my cock is screaming for release.

As I place my beer down, you appear beside me, there is no sign of your lover. I hand you your drink, knowing you would be thirsty and watch as you drain the glass.

"I love the pictures," I tell you as you swallow. "but I want all the details too."

You smile "I need the loo" you say and start off towards the ladies.

I grab the camera, and your coat, and follow. As you enter the ladies I grab you forcing you into the first open stall, not saying a word.

I lift your dress and release my cock in one motion, and then I thrust into you. You moan a "Yeeeeesssssssssss." as I pound into you, I fuck you like a man possessed, knowing your wetness is from your excitement, orgasm, and another mans or should I say men's cum.

I don't last long, but I feel your muscles clamp my dick, as I spray your insides with hot strings of fresh cum.

I haven't quite finished when I roughly pull you to your feet and spin you round, my cock still weeping its tribute to your wantonness. I push you to your knees on the toilet floor and watch as you open your mouth and swallow my still leaking shaft into your mouth.

I groan as you lick away any trace of cum, mine, yours, or the strangers, you look up at me through your entangled hair and smile, as you tongue the last remaining drops of my cum.

" My turn." You mouth, and stand.

Taking my head in your hands you kiss me deep, your tongue swirling around my mouth and tasting every nook and cranny in there. I can taste the saltiness on your tongue, as your hand delves between my legs and fondles my flaccid and decreasing hard on. You look me in the eyes and say 

"I want you to eat me." I smile, and begin to lower my head.

"Not here, at home, lets go." You leave me in the stall.

As you leave, pulling your dress down over your arse as you walk out, I get funny looks from the women waiting for the stalls. I quickly move out of the stall and through the doors.

I see that you have your coat over your arm, and are kissing your previous partner from dancing, 

"This is Shaun, and" You announce as I join you. "he's coming home with us."

I look at you, a little disappointed, but you grab my crotch and whisper in my ear.

"I want you to eat me, I told you, but I want you to eat me after I fuck Shaun."

I say nothing as you fondle my cock and balls through my trousers, then I shake his offered hand and look at you in the eye.

"Is that a dare?"

Part 3 to follow



The Dare Ch. 02



It had been a couple weeks since the incident. It still felt like a dream, like it didn't really happen. I couldn't get my head around it; my fiancé had fucked my dad and I had watched. Hell, I had participated. I was the one who dared her to do it and I was there when it happened. She and I had fantasized about a threesome before, but I didn't think it would really happen, especially not with my dad. How would I talk to him? What would happen if my mom found out? It was surreal, I was nervous every time I saw my dad.

To his credit, my dad didn't bring it up at all. Not even any strange looks. I was worried that he'd want a repeat performance. I didn't know if I was ready for one or even if I wanted one.

I hadn't seen Amanda, my fiancé, since that day. Not because of what happened, our schedules were just different, it wasn't uncommon for us to go a few days or even a couple of weeks without getting together. I was working two jobs trying to save for a place of my own while she was working part-time and finishing her degree, final exams were coming up soon.

We had talked about what happened though. On Wednesday night about a week after that fateful day, I was talking to her about getting together on Friday. I was taking the day off and she didn't have any classes.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked me.

"Not sure. I have to go to the mall and get some new headphones; the sound in my left ear keeps going out. Want to come with me? We could grab some lunch and see a movie or something. Then come back here for a bit, hang out, have dinner and stuff." I suggested.

"Ok, sure, but if we're going to the mall to get you headphones I know you'll end up looking at other stuff. So you can't complain if I want to stop in any of my stores."

I had to laugh, she knows me so well. I said a mouse but I know I'd end up looking at video cards, other upgrades and checking out games too.

She continued, "And I bet I know what you mean by 'and stuff' when we go to your place."

"Whatever do you mean?" I asked feigning innocence.

"You're a horny bastard, that's what I mean." She hesitated. "Is your dad going to be home this weekend?"

Wow, I wasn't going to bring it up but I guess she wasn't going to be going along with my plan of avoiding the issue.

"I guess so. They (meaning my parents) were talking about going to their friend's cottage, but I'm not sure if that's happening. Is it ok if he's here?"

"I guess. It's not like anything would happen with your mom home right? We can't avoid him forever. I don't really want to talk about what happened."

"Are you ok? Do you regret it?"

"No, it was fun, really fun. But I feel weird about it. It was your dad. I can't believe I was so stupid and didn't make him wear a condom. I was scared until I got my period the other day."

My stomach dropped. It was all fun and games while the threesome was happening, but after the fact, when reality set in, I was scared shitless of the consequences.

"Has he said anything to you?" she asked.

"Nope. We're acting like nothing happened. I guess he thinks it was a one time thing. I know I feel like it wasn't real, maybe that's how he feels too." I replied.

"Yeah. Did you like it though? I mean after it's all over, you're ok right?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine I think. Like I said it still feels like a fantasy, but I can picture it even better than I could before."

"Ok. Well I've got to go study. I'll meet you early Friday afternoon; tomorrow's going to be crazy I've got class then work." She said.

We made arrangements on where and when to meet and said our goodbyes.

I slept in a bit on Friday and headed to the gym. Time flew by and once I got home I realized I was going to be late. I tried calling Amanda, but her phone went straight to voicemail. She was probably already on the subway heading to meet me. I guess I didn't have time for a shower; one surefire way to ruin the day was to make Amanda wait. I don't notice her new haircut? No big deal. I forget to buy a card for her mom's birthday? No problem, she calls me a typical guy and puts my name on the card she bought. Make her wait? I better have a damn good reason, way better than I slept in or I took to long at the gym. I just threw on some clothes and ran out the door.

I got there just in time. We did some shopping; I got some new headphones and picked up a new game for my xbox360. Amanda dragged me to half a dozen stores that all seemed the same to me. She tried on what seemed like hundreds of things before deciding that she didn't like anything any of the stores had to offer. How do women do that? If I try on a pair of jeans that don't fit well I feel guilty about not buying anything. How she can walk into a store, pull dozens of things off the rack, ask for different sizes, leave it all on a pile for staff to resort and then walk out without anything, amazes me. I end up grinning sheepishly at the sales people as she drags me from the store.

After stopping for a late lunch/early dinner we went for a walk through the city on our way to the movie theatre, arguing good naturedly about what to see, we found ourselves outside an adult shop. 

"Want to check it out?" I asked her.

"I've never been in one." She looked around the street. "What if someone we know sees us?"

"So what? Are you chicken? Is little Amanda scared to go into a porn store?"

"Shut up." She said and punched me in the shoulder.

"Come on, I dare you to go in. I'll buy you something if you want." I kidded her.

"Oh you dare me? Fine."

She walked in like a woman on a mission. I quickly followed her inside. It wasn't a shady store like the ones I had been in before, it was well lit and had row upon row of DVDS, outfits, condoms and lubricants. Not to mention the sex toys. I didn't know vibrators and dildos came in so many colors and shapes. We browsed the DVDs together, trying to decide if we wanted any of them. 

We found ourselves in front of the vibrators and Amanda took a display one from the shelf. Amanda didn't have a vibrator; she said she had never seen one up close. A young woman in a low cut shirt came over to us. I noticed she had a name tag, Tatiana. I wondered if it was her real name. I got an elbow in the ribs from Amanda. 

"I was looking at her nametag." I said in defense as I rubbed my side.

"Sure you were, ass." she chuckled.

"Can I help you guys with anything?" asked Tatiana, ignoring our banter and my staring. I guess she was use to it.

"Sorry about my idiot fiancé." said Amanda.

Tatiana laughed. "It's ok, at least he was kind of subtle, most guys don't even make eye contact in here."

I made sure to look our new friend in the eye and smiled a big dopey grin.

"I've never used one of these. Are they safe?" asked my fiancé. Sometimes she was such a prissy stick in the mud I thought, as I rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah. Totally. Here, if you're only planning on having one I recommend something like this." said Tatiana as she pulled a pink rubber looking one from the shelf. It was pretty solid, but had a rubber like coating that made it feel more realistic. It was a dull pink color, and when she turned the knob at the base the whole thing vibrated. She touched it to Amanda's nose. 

"Wow." my fiancé said. "Should we get it?" she asked as she turned towards me. The image of Tatiana demonstrating the vibrator by sliding the pink phallus into Amanda's shaved pussy gave me an instant hard-on.

"I dare you." I replied with a grin. We paid for our purchase and decided to skip the movie; we were both in the mood to play, although I didn't think we'd get to use our new toy that night. It was fairly loud and my parents were going to be home.

We arrived at my house just in time to catch my dad on his way out. He explained he was going to meet a buddy to have a few beers and watch the ball game. I knew from experience that meant a lot of beers, a ball game followed by more beers and possible bar hoping.

"Where's mom?" I asked him as we passed him in the hall.

"Uncle Phil had to go away on business this weekend, so she drove out to see Julie straight from work (Julie was my mom's sister). She's going to stay there tonight and the two of them are going to visit your grandmother tomorrow morning for brunch. She should be home sometime tomorrow afternoon so she can relax for the rest of the weekend. Why? What's up?"

"Just wondering. See ya." I said. With my mom gone for the night, dad had a free pass to stay out late without any nagging that night and a chance to sleep off his hangover the next day. He wouldn't be home for awhile; maybe we'd get to use the toy after all.

He was a little jittery as he passed by Amanda and couldn't look her in the eye. Unfortunately, that just made things worse since he ended up looking lower and I could tell he saw right down her shirt. Amanda didn't seem phased at all; in fact she seemed to enjoy making him suffer.

"Bye daddy" she said and brushed her chest against him as they passed looking up into his eyes. As they broke contact her hand brushed his crotch briefly.

"Bu...Bye guys." He stammered as he walked out the door.

"Are you trying to give the guy a heart attack?" I asked as I pulled her to me kissing her. I moved us towards my room.

"I couldn't help it; I'm horny from looking at the porn in the store. Besides, I know he liked it, he had a hard-on. Let's try out my new toy." She redirected me from my room towards my parents' bedroom.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Their bed looks more comfortable than your squeaky old futon. No one's going to be home for awhile right?"

Who was I to argue?

She pulled my shirt off and kissed me, her hands already at my belt. When I was naked I went to work on her. Soon we were standing in my parents' bedroom making-out like teenagers. She pushed me away and grabbed the bag with the vibrator in it. She tried to open the package but was having trouble.

"Dammit, the stupid thing is child-proof." she said in a huff. I took it from her and started towards the door.

"I'll grab the scissors from the kitchen." I said and walked down the hall to grab them.

I found the scissors at the bottom of a drawer, not in the holder on the counter where they should have been. After cutting open the package I pulled the vibrator free and noticed there were instructions enclosed. Like I needed to know how to use the thing...a quick glance told me there was a good reason for the information. Batteries weren't included and they recommended washing the toy before use. It also gave instructions for care and sterilization. Luckily for us there were some batteries in a drawer in the family room. I grabbed them and yelled down the hall. "I had to find batteries and it says to wash it."

"Ok, hurry up or I'll start without you." replied Amanda.

I went into the bathroom and turned the water on hot. I rinsed the toy and poured some hand soap on it. I lathered it up, feeling a little strange stroking another cock even if it was a toy. I couldn't help notice the pink color or how thick it was. It would look amazing buried in my fiancés' pussy, contrasting nicely with her dark skin tone. I made sure to rinse it really well, not wanting the soap to irritate Amanda.

I made my way back to my parent's bedroom and was greeted by the sight of Amanda lying on their bed stroking her pussy lazily. 

"You couldn't wait two minutes?" I mocked her.

"It's not my fault I'm a horny little slut." She said with a grin. I walked towards the bed and lay face down dropping my head right into her pussy. I made to lick her but stopped just before my tongue made contact and blew gently on her clit instead. "Want me to lick your pussy or would you rather have your little friend instead?" I teased her, running the vibrator around her pussy lips. 

She was looking down at me as she played with her tits, rolling her nipples between her fingers. "Whatever you want, just hurry."

I gave her pussy a lick then brushed the tip of the toy cock around her cunt. Then the mood was taken down a notch as I felt my stomach rumble. 

"I'll be right back, try not to finish without me." I said and stood up.

"What? Did you forget something?"

"Just have to go to the bathroom. I'll be quick."

"Fine." She sighed. "How do you turn that thing on? Hurry back or you'll miss the show." She grabbed the toy from me and I showed her the knob on the bottom that controlled the speed. 

I looked at her lying on her back as she rubbed the buzzing cock around her pussy. It was louder than I thought it'd be. She slowly pushed it part way in and the sound muffled. She bit her lip as it penetrated her. She stopped and looked at me. "Go, hurry up." She said as she pulled it part way back out.

I walked to the bathroom and closed the door. As much as I wanted to watch her, I wasn't going to rush like an idiot. 

After I nature called, I thought it'd be a good idea to hop in the shower. Amanda wouldn't say anything but I felt kind of gross from the gym and day out and knew a shower would make me feel fantastic and ready for fun.

I showered quickly, concentrating on the important parts and grabbed a towel to dry myself on the way to the bedroom. A quick glance at the clock radio in the bathroom showed I had left Amanda alone for less than ten minutes. I hoped she'd still be playing with her toy.

I exited the bathroom and turning towards the bedroom and froze. I found I wasn't exactly right about leaving her alone. My dad was standing outside his bedroom door staring inside. I could hear the vibrator. It was loud then muffled changing frequency fairly quickly. Amanda was still fucking herself with it as my dad watched. I wondered if she even knew he was there. I didn't want to call attention to him if she hadn't noticed him standing there so I didn't say anything as I approached. I started down the hall and my dad glanced in my direction, I put my finger to my lips to show him not to say anything, he smiled briefly before turning back to the show. He was still fully dressed but had his hard cock in his hand and was stroking it slowly.

I got beside him and peered in the room. Amanda knew he was there alright; she was staring at him as she fucked herself with the toy. As soon as she saw me she sped up her movements and closed her eyes, thrusting the toy in and out of her cunt as my dad and I watched. One hand was thrusting the toy in and out; the other was stroking her clit. Her back arched and her legs clamped closed as she came with the toy buried to the hilt. She loves having a cock in her pussy when she comes. When her climax was finished she paused for a second to catch her breath. Then she started to slowly work the toy in and out again.

"Hi daddy." she said.

"I didn't think you were going to be home for awhile." I said to my dad.

"Peter cancelled on me." he explained his eyes never leaving Amanda's body. "I got back just as I heard you get in the shower. I didn't know anyone else was here, I heard something coming from my room and then I saw her like that. She told me to stay here and take out my cock. She said she wanted me to watch her fuck herself."

"I wanted an audience and you left me." Amanda pouted. She cocked her finger at us and I made to move towards the bed. "No, just you daddy, I told you I'd give you a show baby. You missed most of it so you get to watch me fuck."

My dad looked at me and I nodded. "Ok." I said. 

He walked towards the bed slowly, taking his clothes off as he went. Amanda kept the toy inside her until he got to the foot of the bed. She pulled it out and laid it beside her. "I want a real one now." She said as my dad climbed between her legs. She grabbed hold of his cock and guided it towards her pussy. She was so wet I could see her hairless mound glisten as she spread the pink lips for my dads cock. I was breathing hard and my cock was throbbing as I watched him sink his cock into her bareback. "Oh daddy" she moaned as he buried himself, his pubic hair pressed completely against her cunt.

She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him towards her. His arms went under her back and gripped her under her shoulders as he pulled her down with every thrust he made into her. Their lips came together and they kissed as they fucked. I moved closer, to the end of the bed so I could watch her vagina being penetrated. It wasn't just watching them that turned me on, it was the sounds. I could hear them grunting as they fucked. I could hear their bodies slapping together rhythmically.

Amanda had her head to the side of my dads and was nibbling his ear and whispering to him, just loudly enough for me to hear. "Fuck me daddy, fuck your little girl hard." she said and glanced at me. "I love you." I hoped she was talking to me when she said it. 

Her head turned and she seemed to look past me. Her eyes widened and then closed as she buried her head in my dads' neck. "Remember the two things I told you last time?" she whispered in his ear.

"Tell me" my father moaned still thrusting, he seemed to be fucking her harder. I figured he was close to cumming and had better pull out soon as Amanda still wasn't on the pill.

"I told you next time I wanted you to cum in my pussy. I wanted you to fill your little girl's pussy with your spunk." She wrapped her legs around him even tighter as he slammed into her. 

"You want me to cum in you baby?" groaned my dad as he fucked her.

"Yes daddy, you can cum in me." she was biting his neck as she spoke. "And I said I wanted you guys to call Matt." She glanced up and looked me in the eye then turned and looked at the doorway behind me. "I want to see his cock. I want to fuck him next."

I followed her gaze towards the bedroom door. Standing there was my younger brother Matt, home from college on Friday night for the weekend. How long had he been standing there? He looked at me and quickly looked back at our father fucking my fiancé. He didn't say a word, how could he? What would someone say in a situation like that?

"I can't wait to see his cock. I want to watch him stroke it while I get fucked. Maybe he'll want to cum on my face or in my mouth. If he can last, maybe he can cum in me just like daddy's going to." said Amanda not taking her eyes from Matt.

I glanced at my brother and nodded. He hesitated and looked back at Amanda. She was staring at him and licked her lips. "Let me see it." she repeated.

He made his decision and was naked in a flash. He was hard and followed her instructions, slowly stroking his dick as he watched our dad pump his cock in and out of my fiancés cunt. Neither he nor I said a word as we watched and listened. The only sounds were of my father's body slapping against my fiancé and the grunts and moans they were making as they fucked.

"Oh honey, I'm gonna cum." said my dad. "Are you sure I can cum in you?"

"Fuck, fuck..." my fiancé moaned. She wrapped her legs tighter around him; her body was shaking from within as she came with my dad's cock in her pussy. He couldn't have escaped her grip if he tried. "In me, cum in me daddy."

"Ungh...ohh...ughh" my dad grunted as he slammed into her, pushing cock as deeply as he could into her depths. 

I could see his balls pull tight and his penis contract as he shot his load. With every spasm he tried to push deeper. He was filling my fiancés pussy with sperm. No longer slamming quickly, he remained in her, enjoying the feeling of her pussy as it milked his cock. They were kissing, running their fingers through each others hair as they continued humping slowly. He was still twitching, his balls still contracting as he emptied himself in my fiancés fertile young womb. I was so hard; I couldn't wait to have her for myself.

She whispered in his ear as she looked me in the eye. "Too bad I just finished my period; you could have knocked up your little girl." She teased. "Would you like that?"




The Dare Ch. 02



He moaned and slammed into her, grinding into her pussy as they kissed again.

They broke their kiss and she gazed into his eyes "I love you daddy." She said to him.

She turned her head and looked at me. "I love you too."

I didn't even have time to reply as she turned towards my brother. "Come here." She said as she pushed my dad away. He rolled off her onto his back; she kept her legs spread and beckoned my brother towards her. Her pussy was shiny; a small drop of my dad's sperm had escaped her womb and was starting to slide out of her. She reached down and rubbed her hand along her cunt, pushing the cum around. She had some on her fingers and quickly put her hand to her mouth, sucking her fingers clean. She dropped her hand back to her pussy and rubbed some more. More cum had escaped, she seemed to be trying to push it back in.

"Come here." she repeated to my brother. He finally stepped towards her. I couldn't touch my cock for fear of cumming. I had a feeling the night had just begun.

To be continued...



The Dare Ch. 03



Using the passenger-side visor mirror, Liz carefully applied the viva glam satin lipstick she had picked up from a mac cosmetics store a few weeks ago and hadn't worn, yet. She rarely wore makeup, but she loved the color and knew there was an awards dinner next month for their daughter's soccer team. Tonight, the chance to apply this color, along with her violet plum mascara and a touch of blush, came sooner than anticipated, and for a far better cause she hoped.

Mike pulled into the lot of the Penn Tavern and turned to her.

"Are you ready?"

Liz sighed and closed the cap on the lipstick and put it in her purse. Looking again for a final check in the mirror, she fingered the gold chain he had bought her a few anniversaries back. 

"So the dare is, I wait for a guy to hit on me, and determine his reaction by rubbing his crotch, right?"

"Well, that does seem like the gist of it. I want to prove to you that other men see you as attractive as I do."

"Hmmm...and if the other man mistakes my grabbing for mutual attraction..."

"Leave the bar and come join me at the pool table."

"And if no one hits on me?"

"That's not going to happen—but if it is a slow night, again, just come join me for some pool. Either way, we usually have fun with our 9-ball bets!"

Liz chuckled---"remember, my daddy had a Brunswick in our basement when I was growing up---you don't stand a chance, hustler."

"Alright, we'll see. Ok, you head in first, go right to the bar."

Mike yanked keys from the ignition, exited and moved to open the door for her. She smiled as he took her hand and helped her out. Smoothing her skirt Liz gave him a nervous smile. Mike leaned in, placing his soft hands on her hips and kissed her full on the moth. As they kissed, his fingers inched down to her legs then slowly up her skirt. She molded her body to his as Mike pressed his palm between her legs.

The thrill of this erotic moment taking place in a public parking lot as cars drove by and people strode past them into the bar, set Liz's heart beating faster. Mike broke off the kiss and commented, "These are soaked...can't have you sitting in them" And with that, gracefully pulled her lace undies down her legs and over the boots. Kneeling he glided the flimsy garment off as she lifted one booted foot and then the other, the crisp February air flowing over her moist sex. 

"Ok, now you're ready."

She snuck one more quick kiss, and left the car, looking back only once. A lump in her throat and expecting a smoke-filled honky-tonk, she inhaled a deep breath and pushed open the door. 

Inside took her breath away. Glass and oak were everywhere—a mixture of mirrors and wood that presented an elegant bar/restaurant that belied the tavern moniker.

Being past nine, the restaurant portion was closed off with a sign, so she veered right toward the typical horseshoe-shaped bar, marching toward the overly loud rock music and yells of guys bemoaning the fortunes of their sports team. Three new-looking pool tables, an electronic dart board, and a long wooden shuffleboard table were in an open room just behind the bar. A small stage stood a little off the room, but no band was present; instead, a jukebox bellowed out nineties grunge.

Liz placed herself carefully down on a tall leather stool with a wooden back in an empty section of the bar, and became instantly aware that her miniskirt left very little covering for her legs. Instinctively, she crossed her legs. Beyond the highly polished bar lay the usual tier of flat screen TVs, mirrors, and bottles of every known liquor. 

Immediately a bartender—cute, blond, early twenties, built like a high school quarterback—placed a coaster in front of her and asked what she would like. Her usual was a jolly rancher, but felt that was a bit too little girlish for the environment.

"Cosmopolitan, please. Oh, and can I get a menu?"

"Certainly, ma'am." He swerved away quickly, smoothly. Ma'am? Liz clucked to herself—boy, when Mike was wrong, he went for the grand slam. Instead of finding her hot or sexy, this hunk spotted right away she was OLD with a capital O. What the hell was she doing here?

She turned slightly to see Mike, oblivious to her, walk past toward the pool tables. A cute young thin in a too tight t and a shorts carrying a platter greeted him familiarly as he draped his coat over a chair. The waitress laughed at something Mike said, and scurried off. 

Liz knew Mike said he had taken clients here several times, and a good waitress always remembers the good tippers—Mike ALWAYS tips well, something about him bussing tables in college, but still...Liz was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.

The bartender returned with her drink and a menu. "I'll be right over here, Ma'am, "indicating the more crowded end of the bar, "when you are ready to order, just holler."

More 'Ma'am'. God, did he call every woman over 20 that? Or just the ones her age? Damn, stop feeling old and sorry for yourself, Liz. You have a mission---a dare, to be precise. You haven't lost one, yet, to the bastard, and you aren't going to do so tonight. 

She took a deep sip of her drink for courage, enjoying the unexpected strong taste, and glanced around. There were five or six guys in sweatshirts and hoodies to her right, eyes all on the tv screen in front, yelling, slapping backs, etc. TV showed a few sports—college hoops, a Flyers game, and a preview of an upcoming NASCAR event—they were probably watching the college game. There was even a TV playing Hannity, or Beck or one of those other talking head idiots. She hated politics and sports, so not much on the tube to distract her. 

A couple sat a few seats over from the guys, in their late twenties, full of puppy eyes, unmindful of the hoots and hollers just to their left. Liz couldn't tell if they had been together long or just met. To their right, a graying business man, open collar, no tie, sat reading the Wall Street Journal while daintily eating a filet mignon. The far side of the bar blocked from view by the wall, but she imagined not much else. A handful of couples at the booths surrounding the bar, munching on appetizers and focused on each other. And a guy sat at a far corner table, drinking a large glass mug, riveted to screen above. He looked thirtyish, wearing an outfit straight out of a J. Crew catalogue, black short sleeve polo with khaki pleated chinos, loafers, no socks. She knew because that was what Mike like to wear when he wasn't wearing fancy Armani suits to work. 

She sighed. Not much chance of completing this dare. Peeking over at the pool tables she saw Mike laughing and playing 8-ball with another man. A blond, mid-twenties, wearing a Nickelback concertt-shirt and very drunk, stumbled over to Mike. Liz sat up a bit straighter...like the waitress, this one seemed familiar with him. She couldn't read lips but Mike's response set the woman howling with laughter. The tart placed a hand on his arm and..

"Excuse me, mind if I sit here?"

At first, Liz tried to move her head to see past the hulk that had entered her line of sight to Mike. Then realizing she was being spoken to, she looked up into his face. 

"Uhm, sorry, what did you say?" It was the J. Crew model. He had evidently moved from his table to the stool next to hers. 

"I asked if anyone was sitting here, or if I might join you. I am very sorry for startling you."

Perfect enunciation, surprisingly fresh breath, his face only inches from her. Clean shaven. Closely cropped black hair. Bright blue eyes. White, gleaming teeth. Stocky, but not fat. She could smell slight scent of aftershave, probably Old Spice. Not Axe—Mike wore Axe all the time.

"Sure, I mean, no one is sitting there, have a seat." Nervous. Smooth, real smooth, Liz. You forgot about the dare, and now you are scaring this guy into thinking you are some mental reject who doesn't know her left from her right.

"Thanks." He turned his face and signaled for the bartender. "Another Yuengling, and...", he turned to Liz, "would you like another?"

And so it began.



The Dare Ch. 03



Matt knelt on the bed in front of Amanda as she continued to play with her sperm filled pussy. She reached out and grasped his young cock, pulling him towards her. With no hesitation she guided him into her. They groaned in unison as he sank his length into her pussy. The were staring into each others eyes, motionless except for Amanda's hands running over Matt's body as he leaned over her. She raised her head slightly and pulled him towards her face. They kissed deeply as Matt started to work his cock in and out of her cunt. They finally broke the kiss and Matt concentrated on fucking Amanda, his head bent to take her right nipple in his mouth as he pounded into her. She looked over at me and held out her hand. I took it in mine and she pulled me close to her. I lay down beside her, looking down her body as it shook with my brother's jack-hammering, his ass almost a blur as he fucked her. I looked into her eyes and kissed her. Our lips met as she was having an orgasm and she moaned into my mouth. We broke the kiss and I whispered to her. 

"I love you."

"I love you too." She replied.

I glanced down and saw my brother rise up enough for me to see his cock just before it disappeared back inside my fiancés pussy. I couldn't help but feel a twang of jealousy: both my brother and my Dad had fucked my fiancé without a condom, something I had never done since she wasn't on the pill. I thought maybe my Dad had had a vasectomy, I wasn't sure. I knew my brother hadn't. 

Her eyes were closed, her tongue licking her lips as she seemed to cum again.

"Honey?" I asked quietly.

"Hmmm?" she responded.

"You're sure you can't get pregnant now right?" I inquired.

She didn't answer; she just kept humping back at Matt's cock.

My brother stopped sucking her tit and looked up at us. "Should I get a condom?" he asked us both as he realized what I had asked.

I just looked at Amanda, awaiting her response. Matt had slowed his fucking and began to withdraw his cock from Amanda's pussy.

"No, don't stop" said Amanda and tried to keep Matt from taking his cock out of her. He pulled out and fallen back onto the bed, his cock still standing straight up, glistening with my fiancés' juices. Amanda climbed on top of him and sank onto his cock.

"Mmm" She moaned as she started to ride him, her hands on his chest as she moved her hips up and down his cock.

She hadn't answered my question. Matt was young and seemed on the verge of cumming, his hands instinctively gripped Amanda's hips and helped her slid up and down his fat cock.

"Hun?" I repeated. Amanda was looking at me over her shoulder her head tilted back, her eyes darted to her ass as she slammed down again, her head dropping forward. She looked at me again as she rode him. She had a wicked look on her face. 

"Oh god." She groaned. "Is it risky letting your brother fuck me bareback? Yeah, it's so nasty. Maybe he shouldn't cum in me, maybe I'll swallow this load. Fuck. I'm cumming...oh fuck." I looked down and saw my brother's cock thrusting into her as she came. I could imagine the feeling of her pussy contracting around his shaft, milking his cock. 

"I'm gonna cum." My brother groaned as Amanda rode his cock. He gave one more powerful thrust upwards and went rigid. Amanda pulled off his cock as he began spurting, she slid down him. Her body against his as his cock erupted all over her. She devoured his still shooting cock, taking his sperm in her mouth and swallowing what she could.

She was on all fours, her tits swaying as she sucked and licked my brother's cock from base to tip, making sure to lap up every drop of his sperm. His pussy glistened with her juices along with my dad's cum. My dad took a step towards her, then paused and looked at me. He cocked his head towards Amanda. "Go ahead." I said as I stroked my cock. I was going to watch my fiancé getting spit-roasted.

"Should I get a condom?" asked my dad as he slid the tip of his cock up and down her slit.

"You haven't had a vasectomy?" asked Amanda as she raised her head off Matt's cock to look at my father.

"No." dad replied. "Does it matter? You said you were safe this time of month."

"Fuck." Amanda said and dropped her head. I think she was having an orgasm. "I don't know what day it is. Oh god has it been two weeks since my period?" She looked at me and smiled. "If I'm ovulating we know why I'm so horny. Grab some rubbers if you want, I wanna fuck more. She licked her lips as my dad slipped his cock forward slightly, head of his cock just penetrating her well lubricated pussy. She moaned and pushed back more. He sank into her easily. "Pull out if you feel it coming. That should be ok," she looked back at me. "Right?" 

"Yeah, ok. Just be sure to pull out." I was hard as a rock and couldn't wait to see her get finger-cuffed. I didn't want to leave the room and miss anything, not even to get condoms.

"Ok" Said my dad, and slammed his cock into her cunt. He started slamming into her hard but with a slow steady rhythm. 

"Fuck me hard daddy." She said and dropped her head to my brother's cock. She slobbered all over his pole as her tits bounced against his thighs. She was really making a mess of his dick, making it so wet it was dripping. My fiancé dropped her head and began licking his balls, taking them into her mouth as she stroked his soaking wet cock, then resumed her sword swallowing act as her fingers danced across his balls.

Amanda raised her head from my brother's cock and pulled away from my dad. She slid up my brother's body for and kissed him, as she guided his cock into her pussy, sinking all the way to the base. She leaned forwards, arching her back and looked over her shoulder. "Grab that." She said nodding towards the vibrator packaging. Inside there was a small sample bottle of lube. "I want to try something." 

I squirted the lube onto her asshole, saving some for my dad. He moved forward and put the tip of his cock against her ass. My Dad slid his cock slowly into her, while I drizzled lube onto his shaft. Finally he was in. My dad held her hips as my brother held her waist and one hand was weighing a heavy breast. They started getting into a rhythm, thrusting into my fiancé as she thrust back. She collapsed onto my brother's chest as she came, biting into his neck. 

Matt was thrusting slowly in and out of her pussy. "Fuck, it feels like your pussy is trying to pull the cum out of me."

"My pussy wants you to shoot your cum down it like you shot down my throat." Moaned my fiancé in his ear, "Imagine how good it would feel to cum buried in my tight little cunt. You could fill my little box with sperm, make me all messy inside. Too bad it's so risky." She kissed him and ground down rubbing her clit the base of his cock. She was moving very little, but I knew what she was doing, clenching her pussy as she pulled up, milking his cock. 

Amanda bent forward and kissed him again, moaning into his mouth. She kissed her way to his chest and sucked his nipples before burying her head in his neck as they fucked each other, my dad sliding in at out of her ass. Amanda was gasping with pleasure moaning and whispering "fuck me, fuck me" over and over.

Matt thrust upwards and moaned "I'm gonna cum." 

Amanda just cooed in delight moaning and kissing his neck but made no effort to pull off him as he came inside her. She turned her head, still lying on his chest, and looked at me, her eyes sparkling with lust and smiled, "Whoops." 

Suddenly, my dad gave a now familiar groan and started to cum.

"Oh fuck" Amanda gasped. "He's cumming in my ass."

As my dad slowed, Amanda rolled off of my brother and lay on her back, her legs spread. She ran her hands down her body, running through the streaks of cum that seemed to be all over her body. She reached down to her pussy and ass. "Look at the mess your brother and dad made." She said as she played with the cum oozing out of her. I crawled into bed bedside her, our mouths meeting in a deep kiss. We fell asleep briefly. I woke and carried Amanda to bed, my brother wandering in to his own room. 

"Are you ok with everything?" Amanda asked me as we were falling back to sleep. 

"Yeah, except for...they didn't use condoms." I said. It scared me, I wasn't sure I was ok with it, yet as soon as I said it my cock started to rise. Amanda noticed.

"Looks like you liked it. Does it turn you on more that they fucked me bareback?"

My cock was fully hard. I couldn't deny it. "Yeah, I guess."

Amanda reached down and stroked my cock. She pulled herself closer to me, lining my cock up with her pussy. She pushed the head just inside as she stroked me. "Does it turn you on that they came in me?" My cock was sliding around in my brother and dad's cum.

"I want to fuck you." My cock was hard as a rock. I was thrusting involuntarily; I wouldn't last long in her pussy.

"I'm pretty tired. Besides, if I take the morning after pill I don't want to be destroying you're little swimmers." She giggled her hand spread the cum from her pussy all over my cock. 

"If?" I groaned. What did she mean if?

She was playing with her pussy as she stroked my dick. She looked me in the eye as she said "Doesn't it turn you on knowing that your dad or brother could knock me up?" Amanda had an orgasm of her own as I spurted all over her stomach and cunt.

We were passing out as I said "You are taking the pill right?" She had to. I was a little nervous. "Maybe you shouldn't fuck them, at least not without protection, ok?"

"I guess." Was her reply as we fell asleep.

Later that night I awoke to find Amanda not in bed with me. I left my room and peeked in my parent's room. I saw the outline of my dad, fast asleep. I passed my brothers room. It was empty.

I heard noises from the living room and peered inside. My fiancé was sitting on the couch her legs spread playing with her pussy, while my brother stood above her jerk off over her face as suck licked his balls. Amanda surprised me by sticking her tongue into his ass, she licked all around as she reached up and stroked his cock. 

She pushed him lower. "Fuck me." She told him. He put his cock to her pussy and slid in all the way with one push. I thought she must still be slick from the loads that were already inside her. They started fucking each other. Their hands were exploring each others bodies as they kissed, their lips locked together as they fucked rhythmically on the couch. I could see my brother's cock slid in and out of her pussy, her labia sliding around his shaft. His balls squishing as he pushed all the way inside of her. I wondered if he would pull out, or risk cumming inside of her again.

"Do you want me to cum on your tits?" my brother asked.

"If you want to," replied my fiancé.

"Or your face." he said.

"Wherever you want." She replied seductively.

"What if I want to cum in your pussy again?" asked Matt.

"You're such a nasty boy." She replied as she began kissing him. She wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him into her. He grinded into her pussy, going as deeply as he could with every thrust, "Cum in me," my fiancé moaned into his ear, "but don't tell your brother." 

My brother convulsed as he came inside her, pushing deeper with every thrust. He was empting everything he had into her and she was greedily accepting, her legs wrapped around his back pulling him in.



The Dare Ch. 03



A week went by without any messages or phone calls from Taylor. Every time I saw her in class, she just walked by and kept going. I called after her and she just ignored me and kept walking. I have no idea what went wrong...

Brandon sat down just thinking of everything that could have gone wrong. And nothing came to his mind until he saw that annoying girl he hooked up with three weeks ago coming his way. Her name was Bridgette. She was most guy's dream on the outside - tall with legs like a model, the prettiest green eyes and long brown hair. But she had the worst personality ever. She was clingy, possessive and an airhead. The only reason they ended up hooking up at that party was because Brandon was shit-faced drunk and she couldn't wait to claim him as hers. He'd been ignoring her texts and calls since the night it happened. He regret doing it so bad every time he saw her number come on the screen and now her coming towards him. 

"Hey babe, finally you are alone." She said winking.

"My name is Brandon and we are not together...wait, what do you mean alone?"

"You have been with that short little black girl and I told her about us!" She said smiling.

"Why the fuck would you tell her that? We are NOT together! We just hooked up once when I was fucking DRUNK Taylor! I don't want to be with you!" He said steaming. He got up to start walking and she stopped him.

"Wait! Brandon! I have been calling you because I have something to tell you!" She said with the worst sad face act that he has ever seen.

"I don't care what you have to say Bridgette." He said trying to get out of her hold.

"I'm pregnant." 

He stopped dead in his tracks.

*******

Taylor was at home reading the messages that Brandon had left for her. She just didn't understand why he would lead her on like this just to break her heart. He was her first date, first kiss, and could have possibly been her first boyfriend. She called her only friend Rhian to talk about everything. Rhian comforted Taylor and said the usual best friend stuff like 

"He doesn't deserve you" 

"You will find someone else better" 

"Don't worry about him" 

But that was the only thing that Taylor could do - think of Brandon. She even found herself listening to Kendrick Lamar's album because it reminded her of him. 

A few weeks had passed and the calls stopped, the messages stopped and now when she saw him around campus, he looked at her and then turned away like she did something wrong. Taylor was extra confused. All she wanted to do now was confront him and ask why he has been acting like that. Maybe he gave up on her, Taylor thought. She saw him with Robert and started to walk up to them and then turned around once she saw him look into her eyes. She couldn't do it. She couldn't confront him for some reason. She slumped her shoulders and kept on walking to her next class. 

"Dude, what happened? I never see you anymore with Taylor!"

"I know, I guess it was just a dare Rob" Brandon looked down.

"Wow, so you don't have any feelings for her anymore bro?"

"Um, nope. Hey, I gotta go!" Brandon said and walked away.

Robert wondered what happened between the two. He just completely stopped talking about her like she disappeared off of earth. Maybe he didn't like her? Robert thought. He ran to catch up with Taylor. 

"Taylor!"

Taylor turned around to see Robert and she was so caught off guard that she ended up dropping her notebooks. 

"Let me help you with that!" He said with a smile.

"Oh...um thanks Robert." She said with a small grin on her face.

"No problem!" He said standing up handing her the books. "So, I noticed that you and Brandon aren't talking anymore?"

"Oh did he say something to you?" 

"No, no, he hasn't said anything...I was just wondering because, well...I think it's kind of rude to let a pretty girl like you be forgotten like that." He said moving closer to her with a charming smirk.

Taylor laughed nervously. Did he just call her pretty? "Thank you Robert." She said looking down nervously. "I just don't really know what happened...one day things were great and then the next I hear he has a girlfriend?"

"A girlfriend – wait who?"

"Some gorgeous tall brunette...everything I'm not." She whispered that last part to herself.

"Tall? Maybe not. But gorgeous? Definitely!" He said flirting hard with her.

"Haha wow! Thank you Robert, really...I know you are just trying to make me feel better." 

"I don't know who you are talking about but I'm just telling the truth." 

"He hasn't told you anything about his new girl?"

"Wait - tall, skinny and brunette? Are you talking about Bridgette?"

"Well, I don't know her name!" Taylor said biting her lip and looking down.

Robert noticed her shyness and was immediately engrossed by her cuteness. She was so different from all of the other girls that he had been with. And the best part was that she didn't know how sexy she was. He wanted to take all the pain that he saw in her eyes away. He put his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, don't worry about him. I know he's my friend but he's been acting weird for weeks now, and I don't think he deserves you to be honest. You are beautiful do you know that?" He said moving her chin up to his face.

Taylor felt his sincerity and looked into his eyes. She never imagined any of this happening today and had the sudden urge to kiss Robert. She quickly shot up to his tall stature for a kiss and bumped into his nose instead. 

"Oh my gosh!" She whispered to herself as she looked down and bit her lip again. "I'm so sorry, I didn't meant to do that."

"No, no, there is no reason to apologize for wanting to kiss me."

Robert pulled her chin up to look into his eyes and then went in for a kiss. His lips landed on hers and he felt a spark as his lips crashed into hers. Taylor pulled away and just stared at Robert for a second.

"Wow, um...I think I should go." Taylor said turning to walk away. She was so confused right now.

"Wait!" Robert grabbed her arm and turned her around to kiss her again. She instantly closed her eyes and felt the same spark that she felt the first time. He wanted to invade her mouth with his tongue at that moment but decided to save it for later. Robert pulled away.

"Now, how do you feel about going out with me later?"

"Um...um" She stuttered. "Yeah, we can do that. I really have to go now!" She said looking into his eyes again before running away to her next class that she was now late for.

Robert just stood there watching her run away admiring the sway of her hips. He couldn't believe that they kissed just like that. This was bad and he could already tell. He felt something when they kissed and he knew he wasn't alone. This was so wrong, he thought. 

*****

Brandon had almost gone into depression when Bridgette told him that he was going to be a father. This was the worst thing that could have happened. He was too young and definitely didn't want to bring anything into the world with Bridgette. He thought about Taylor every second and how bad he messed things up. Their whole relationship started with a lie and now he was avoiding her at all costs because he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone about the pregnancy. Luckily, Bridgette wasn't showing yet but it would only be a matter of time until she did. He felt so much guilt and was scared of telling her everything. He only wanted to be with her ever since the moment he saw her open that door on their first date. Now, he was stuck with a woman that literally trapped him into becoming a parent to their unborn child. 

"Babe, my feet hurt can you massage them?" She said in a whiny voice.

"For the last time, I'm not your babe, boo, boyfriend anything."

"I'm pregnant Brandon and it's all your fault! So get down here and rub my feet!" She commanded.

"The fuck you think I am? You better go to a nail shop or some shit. I'm not touching your feet!"

"Look here Brandon. You will cater to me and do whatever I tell you to or I will tell everyone our little news." She said rubbing her belly with a sly grin.

Brandon groaned and started rubbing her feet. He didn't know how this could have possibly happened. He used a condom when they had sex and they only had sex that one time. He had to tell someone soon before he lost it. Robert was the first person on his mind to tell the news to. 

After he left Bridgette's apartment, he called Roberts cell phone. He heard noises in the background that sounded like a restaurant.

"Hello?"

"Rob, are you busy?"

"Yeah a little, why?"

"I need to talk to you about something, it's really serious!"

"Like what? Tell me!"

"I can't say this over the phone man, can we meet up somewhere?"

"...I'm busy dude." Robert said sounding guilty

And then Brandon heard a familiar female voice in the background ordering some food.

"Hey I have to go, let me call you back!" Robert instantly hung up the phone without waiting back for a response from Brandon. 

Where do I know that voice from? Brandon thought to himself.

***

Taylor looked up at Robert after he finished ordering his food.

"Who was that? You look all tense.." 

"Oh it was just Brandon. Ever ate here?" Robert said trying to change the subject.

"Oh, him. And yeah, I love this place. Best pasta in town." She said remembering her last time here.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure?"

"Why did you kiss me earlier...well try to kiss me?" He said chuckling. She joined him in laughter.

"I don't know Robert...I just felt something I guess?" She said looking at her glass of water.

"So you felt something too...when we kissed?"

"Maybe?" She said with a shy smile.

That was all Robert needed to hear. He didn't understand why he was never attracted to different races before. She was so beautiful to him. Her flawless brown skin felt so smooth and her lips were the softest plump lips that he had ever tasted. He didn't know what it was about her that made him just say 'fuck it' and not care about anything that would happen from this. But how could he tell his best friend that he was into Taylor. Well for one, Brandon did say he didn't feel anything for her anymore and that she was just a dare. 

Taylor couldn't believe that she was on a date with Brandon's BEST friend at the same exact restaurant that Brandon took her too just a few months ago. She would have said no but when they kissed...she felt something. Robert wasn't normally her type but there was something that attracted her to him. That red hair and those deep mesmerizing greenish blue eyes caught her attention as he came back from the restroom. He was just as tall as Brandon and had one dimple in his left cheek when he smiled. He strongly resembled the actor, Michael Fassbender. 

When he sat down, Taylor inhaled his scent and closed her eyes thinking of how amazing he smelled. Uh oh, she started to feel like a homie-hopper. She giggled just from thinking how ridiculous that sounded. They were just hanging out, she thought to herself. Two people that shared an amazing kiss...just hanging out. 

***

A few months had passed and Taylor and Robert went out more, kissed a little more and were sort of becoming an item. Robert was so amazing to Taylor. He always paid for the movie, he was thoughtful, and his kisses were amazing. When she was with him, she entirely forgot about Brandon. She was happy. But, she wanted a little bit more. She wanted to give herself to him.

Brandon and Robert started to see a lot less of each other and after he hung up the phone that night, Brandon never brought up what he had to tell him again. It was starting to get strange. He thought that Brandon found out about him and Taylor and that's why he was distancing himself but then that thought changed when he saw her. It was Bridgette. She looked as if she gained weight...but only in her belly. She looked pregnant! Robert put two and two together and realized that night; Brandon wanted to tell him that he had gotten Bridgette pregnant. Wow, he really did move on. This news made him feel more comfortable to tell Brandon about Taylor. 

Taylor was inside of the music store that Brandon frequently shopped at. She had headphones on and she was dancing to some song. He couldn't help but smile as he saw her. She looked happy and confident. That's how he loved to see her. Taylor glanced up and saw him staring at her. She tried to put her headphones down but ended up knocking some of the CD's over onto the floor. She was so damn clumsy, Brandon thought with that same smile on his face. He walked towards her to help her with the mess but stopped once he saw her bend down. She had on tight blue jeans and you could see her thong when she bent down. He was so turned on by the sight of her and that round ass that she had. He felt something in his pants start to twitch. He couldn't bring himself to stop looking until she said something,

"Ugh! I'm so clumsy!" She said picking up all the CD's and putting them back in their respective spot. 

"I see some things haven't changed huh?" He said with a smile.

Taylor tried looking at the CD's to make this less awkward. "Yeah, I guess." 

"So...Tay, how have you been?"

"Good! Really good, I have been happy." She said still looking through the CD's.

"Well that's good..."

"And you?" She said finally looking up at him.

"I have been busy...you know? With life and all." He said trying not to sound guilty.

"Yeah, well it was nice seeing you Brandon!" She faked a smile and started to walk out.

"Wait!" Brandon called out and Taylor turned around. "I..I don't even know where to begin but to say that I'm sorry Tay. I was so terrible. I shouldn't have ignored you like that. Really Taylor, I'm so sorry." He said with sincerity. 

Taylor laughed sarcastically and said, "Hah, well you had a girlfriend you know? It's whatever. Like I said...I'm happy now." She said getting ready to walk away.

"No Tay, listen to me! You don't understand! I didn't have a girlfriend when I met you! She - Bridgette was just a drunk hook up and a crazy possessive one at that."

"You said didn't...meaning that you do have one now?"

"Umm, well it's a bit more complicated then that." He said wiping his forehead.

"Well if you didn't have a girlfriend...then why didn't you try to tell me that? Why did you just ignore me Brandon? I still don't get it!" She almost shouted.

Brandon had never seen this side of Taylor and he was shockingly turned on by it. He walked closer to her and just planted his lips on hers. She tried to push his chest with her small hands and he took her wrists and held them so she would just accept the kiss.

Taylor could not believe that this guy who ignored her for almost 4 months just decided to up and kiss her right now. She didn't want this. She wanted Robert. She tried to push his chest again until his tongue forcibly went into her mouth and his hand into her hair, and she couldn't help but feel the way she felt the first time they kissed. He finally pulled away and saw her eyes still closed. He loved how her lips tasted and how soft they were. He broke the silence and said,

"I had to Tay...I have missed those lips!" 

Taylor slapped him and ran out of the store and away from him. She was extremely confused at this moment. All she had was questions at this point. She had to get back to Robert before her mind went crazy. She didn't know how to feel. At first, the kiss did nothing for her and she felt no spark like she did with Rob. But then he put his tongue inside of her mouth and all she could do was reminisce on how good it felt when he first kissed her like that. What did this mean?



The Dare Ch. 04



The bartender and the stranger both looked at Liz expectantly.

"Yes, well, I mean, after I finish this one, yes, please." Her glass was still full, so ordering another would have been a bit silly. He nodded to the bartender, who glided away to get the beer.

"So, my name is Rafael, like the painter."

"Or the ninja turtle." Liz blurted it out without thinking, and suddenly blushed. He laughed.

"Yeah, and like the ninja turtle—but I don't know karate, or for that matter, can I paint. I do like pizza, though."

She giggled and instantly warmed to him. 

"So Rafael, what brings you here?"

"Here on business...I work for Lexon Crystal, and I'm here for the seminar introducing the new line I'll be selling in the fall."

"So you're a sales guy. " Statement, no to wait for his nod. Terrific, just like Mike. Wonder if he will be as full of himself... "So where are you from?"

"Austin." 

"Wow I never would have guessed—no Texas drawl." No calling me Ma'am.

"Well I am a transplant, from Sarasota, Florida, and only there 3 years, so I haven't quite earned the ten-gallon hat or Yosemite Sam voice."

Liz laughed. His easy manner made her comfortable. They stopped as the bartender brought the drinks over, grimacing, at her unfinished Cosmopolitan as he laid the new one next to it. She guiltily gulped down more than she had wanted, much too fast, and immediately regretted it as the alcohol and cold liquid rushed to her head.

"Whoa, slow down there, girl. No need to impress anyone." Rafael put a tentative hand on her shoulder to steady her. She hadn't realized the effects had shown, blushed again. Then the foreign touch registered...a stranger familiarly gripping her, sent another slight chill through her body. 

"Thhank you," she stuttered. Whoa, girl, was right. She hadn't drank a strong drink in a few years, usually favoring sipping at her wine coolers and similar fruity drinks---'girly drinks', Mike called them---at the relatively few social events she attended. Last time for strong alcohol had been a New Years Eve' bash about 5 years back, to celebrate drinking for first time in 10 months following birth of their son.

"I think I just had a brain freeze. I'm ok now."

Concern lined his face. Chivalry wasn't dead quite yet. 

Liz inhaled, smoothed her skirt, and smiled over at him. "So where were we?"

He hastily pulled his eyes up from the motion around her legs, redirecting towards her face. A gentleman. 

"Well prior to your chugging like a college pro, we had discussed the whole of my boring life existence and getting ready to discuss why you are here, Mrs...."

Damn. Now what? 

"Well, just sitting enjoying a drink, and appreciating the company. And you can call me Liz."

"Sorry, saw the ring and..."

Liz managed a look past him at the pool tables, seeing Mike's back, engaged with the waitress again. Fine, he had forgotten about her, wasn't interested in the dare. Well she had never lost one, yet.

"Don't worry about the ring, Rafael." God, she felt horrible saying that. Time to change subject. 

"Are you married?"

"Uhm, no, separated. She, uh, left me for my best friend." Now it was his turn to blush. He turned back into his beer. 

Ouch. So much for a pompous ass sales guy. Without thinking, she reached over and patted his leg gently above the knee.

"That sucks. How long ago?"

"About 6 months. I haven't dated since, still can't bring myself to sign the paperwork her lawyer sent me. Wait, I don't want to get all maudlin on you."

"It's alright if you want to talk about it. Obviously it is still fresh." Liz was a great listener, although usually these stories of cheating spouses were told to her from the female perspective. She didn't have any male friends who confided in her like that. 

Still, a warning bell sounded in her head—what was a guy doing telling her, a complete stranger, this level of detail. Probably cathartic—after all she was a stranger, not a mutual friend of the wife or best friend. Poor guy must not anyone to spill his heart, bottling up all those feelings. 

"No, I've already gone through that crazy rainbow of emotions—anger, jealousy, self-pity, more anger, and despair. I came here tonight to let down my hair---well, so to speak." Gestured toward his receding hair line and smiled.

"Oh, you are too hard on yourself. Your hair is fine." She snickered at his Rodney Dangerfield attitude. Guess all sales guys weren't like Mike.

The Dare, Liz. Let's see, the dare was to see if guys found her attractive enough to buy her a drink, which this guy did, but he was rebounding from a bitter divorce, and enforced six-month abstinence, so Rosie O'Donnell would appeal to this guy right about now. 

Still, Mike didn't know that. Now for the tricky part of the dare.

"So Rafael, what did you have in mind." She leaned in, placing her hand a little further up from where she had patted before, but shy of...an unexpected bump met her touch. Well, she was clearly off her mark. Surely he couldn't be that long. Keys, wallet? 

The shock taking hold of his face, and the reciprocal pressure on her fingertips revealed she had inadvertently completed the dare. She glanced downed quickly to see that just inside of his thigh, not more than two inches off his knee a bulge had exhibited itself in his khakis. 

Astonishment must have shown on her countenance but she quickly dragged her eyes back up to his. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was—I mean, I didn't want to come on so..."

"Look, I just have a natural reaction to a beautiful woman, I meant no offense—." He was just as embarrassed, struggling for the appropriate words in this situation. There were none.

They both giggled and turned about face. She hadn't removed her hand, instead inched it further up, slowly delineating the massive protrusion as her fingers transcribed the image up her nervous system to her brain. GOD, she realized, he was LONG. HUGE. THICK. SOLID. All the hyperboles applied. And if he hadn't been with anyone since his wife left him, he would be, well, quite filled to bursting. 

Mike, we didn't say what we would do if dare was completed, but I have to see what is trapped inside this stranger's pants.



The Dare Ch. 05



"I have a room at the Marriott here, a Jacuzzi suite as a matter of---"

"Slow down, Tiger. You have been the perfect gentleman, let's not get too hasty."

"Sorry"

Liz saw he meant it. Where was Mike? Angling her head sideways she saw that Mike was bent over lining up his shot, when the blond bimbo reached over and grabbed a handful of ass. 

Angrily Liz's head snapped back to the stranger in front of her. 

"Let's get a booth" She stood up, snatched her drink and moved off to an isolated booth. Startled, he fumbled out a tip to the bartender, swallowed his beer, picked up Liz's other untouched glass and followed.

At the pool table, Mike jumped and roughly plied the woman's hand off him. Liz, with her back to him, did not see. 

"No, no no, I'm M A R R I E D, remember?" Clearly stressing the word. 

She giggled drunkenly. "Sure, they all are married, but they all want me...playing hard to get, honey?"

Mike was annoyed. This girl hung onto anyone with money and had embarrassed him before with clients either hitting on him, or them, or both. But she moved off for now. 

He glanced up to the bar, but Liz wasn't there—probably powdering her nose. He hadn't seen anyone go up to her, and crowd looked slower than normal. 

"Hey, are you going to take your shot or what?" 

Mike turned back to the game. He had a Benjamin riding on it, and had already lost two. Worse, his pride was riding on this—he didn't like to lose, and rarely did at pool to anyone other than Liz or her father.

Liz started to seat herself, and Rafael made to sit across when she halted. 

"No, you sit here," indicating the inside seat on her side of the bench; he did so, and she plopped down next to him.

"So why the jacuzzi suite, Rafael? Planning an orgy?"

A light flush colored his cheeks. "No, nothing like that. Just like the feel of the jets on my back. I usually splurge on the upgrade before a major presentation, as it helps to relax. You know, I read somewhere that Pele used to take a bath before each match and after reading that several years ago..."

He droned on a bit more and Liz nodded her head at appropriate parts but her mind was miles away. Back when she and Mike had first started living in sin up until the birth of their second daughter, they had lived in a two-room condo in a then relatively new development off Henry Avenue. They used to joke that it was age-restricted in the sense that no one over forty lived there.

Surrounded by other couples who were mostly in their twenties as well, there was always something to do, from tennis, to the gym, volleyball to holiday parties at the clubhouse. She and Mike had become friendly with their neighbors on either side—Alison and Ty, Jonas and Stephanie. Since Mike and Liz had the hot tub installed they hosted their friends with a nightcap in the tub after the various other activities.

They didn't believe in "Clothing optional", as Mike and Liz would say—clothes just aren't an option. All involved felt uninhibited and comfortable in their lean, young, buff bodies—the men were relatively even below the belt and the women complemented each other's looks—Liz had the chest, Stephanie the legs, and Alison the tight ass and cutest face.

Their game of dare soon included their companions, aided by liberal amounts of alcohol, and the omnipresent flesh. Typically evening events included orgasms brought on by both hand and tongue. The women would inevitably be encouraged to make out with each other by the otherwise homophobic guys who balked at inadvertent male touch to their genitals or ass. While Alison was very bi, Stephanie was more into men. Liz didn't mind the kissing or suckling but felt disinclined to go down on another female—she didn't even tolerate tasting her own juices. As for Mike, despite his macho posturing, she did get him to try a snowball on a dare, kissing him full on the lips after filling her own mouth with Ty's cum. To Mike's credit, he hadn't gagged as expected.

While the other couples did full swap, Liz and Mike, newly in love, drew the line in the sand at actual intercourse. They did on occasion share the room with Alison and Ty, competing and matching rhythms, relishing their mutual lovemaking. Once, Alison had gone over to clean both of them off with her extraordinarily talented tongue. It wasn't until years later when Liz heard the term creampie and realized that Alison wasn't the only one who had that fetish.

The most enjoyable moment for Liz had been about six weeks after the birth of their first daughter when, with her breasts full of baby milk, Mike and each of her friends had taken turns suckling on her oversensitive nipples and engorging themselves on her milk. When her friends left, Liz took to Mike in frenzy—small wonder their second daughter arrived less than 13 months from her older sister. With the new pregnancy, they had outgrown their two bedroom and moved to the suburbs west of Philly—a boring, staid neighborhood, and the adventures of their condo life became fond memories.

"Liz, did I completely bore you with tales of Lexon Crystal?"

She snapped back from her reminiscing to comment, "No, sorry, lost my head in the clouds there for a minute. I'm back."

"Good—just in time, here comes our waitress."



The Dare Ch. 06



Their waitress was the same perky brunette who had greeted Mike so familiarly in the pool table area. Up close, Liz saw she was a stunningly beautiful woman, probably mid-late twenties, with a decent size chest, thin waist, long legs. She was probably about 5'10" or 5'11", just a hair under six foot.

"Hi, I'm Melinda, may I take your order, or would you like me to just freshen your drinks?"

"I'll take another Yuengling, and you, Liz?"

"Melinda—what a pretty name! Not one you hear much anymore."

"Thank you, I'm named for my grandmother."

"Well, Melinda, I am Liz, and very pleased to meet you. I'm still working on my drink so ok there. Instead, I will go for the Texas trio, in honor of Rafael here who hails from the big state, where everything is big, if you know what I mean ." As Liz winked at the waitress, her left hand dropped down and gave a friendly squeeze between Rafael's legs, for added emphasis.

"Got it—one Yuengling and one Texas trio, coming right up, so to speak." Melinda winked back. Evidently she wasn't a prude and was used to the trading the teasing barbs right back with her friendlier customers.

As she sauntered off, Rafael commented, "Wow, I don't think I've ever been with a woman as forward as you, Liz. My wife—"

"Rafael, time to set some ground rules. First off, your wife obviously caused you pain, and is off with someone else right now. You can dwell on that or enjoy your time with me. If you choose me, then let's agree, no more mention of your wife. Agreed?"

"Yes, of course, I'm sorr-"

"Secondly, no more feeling sorry or apologizing. Third, we're having fun, but that does not mean you get to fuck me. I am here with my husband..."

"Whhhat?"

"Sorry, didn't meant to startle you. My husband and I are a bit more open-minded when it comes to games, and well, I came to this bar tonight because he bet me no one would hit on me..." A little stretching of the truth, but she thought Rafael might bolt at the whole truth.

"You did. And for that I am most appreciative, and I am determined to show you a good time, help you to relax, no matter what. I haven't been in a Jacuzzi in awhile and hopefully your offer still stands."

"Well, of course, but..."

"Now, my husband will be in the room as well, but maybe we can convince another certain somebody to join us. You did think our waitress was cute, right?"

A sudden force pushed back against her hand in reply. 

"Hmmm....the thought of me and her and you in that hot tub is definitely having a reaction. You know, Rafael, it seems criminal to keep that caged inside your pants..."

Liz had chosen the booth, as they had their backs to the bar, and only someone walking into the room and turning their heads directly at their table could see them. And they would mostly see Liz's form as Rafael's lower half was concealed from view.

Rafael placed both of his hands on the table. He really didn't know what this crazy sexy hot redhead was going to do or say next. She didn't leave him wondering long.

With her maple eyes gazing into his blue pupils, and her left hand holding his chinos taut, she pulled the zipper down, careful not to inadvertently catch any of his flesh. She reached into his pants, and boxers, sliding down his cock to the head, and eased it cautiously out into the air. Pushing down on the pants, she manipulated as much flesh out as possible. Only then did she break eye contact to stare at what she held in her hands. 

Very thick, and reaching high, it was definitely a wondrous example of manhood. She noted he was circumcised, the shiny head bobbing gently as she stroked with both hands his entire length. 

God, it was beautiful! She abruptly turned about face as a loud joking group of guys opened the bar doors and waltzed in, not even glancing in their direction. 

After they passed, Melinda showed back up with the beer and a large plate of food split in three sections—Chicken Quesadillas, Beef Taquitos, and cheese drenched Nachos with sides of salsa, guacamole, and plenty of jalapenos. Liz took the opportunity to take a deep sip of her drink.

"Here you go, the Texas Trio. So do you really hail from Texas?" 

"Yes, Melinda, from Austin, although originally from Florida."

Liz almost choked on her drink, as she realized how calm Rafael sounded—for a man with his dick swinging in the wind, just barely hidden beneath the table.

She looked up at Melinda. "Yeah, now he's here gracing us with his big presence. Did you know he has the Jacuzzi suite next door?" Her fingertips grazed ever so tantalizing around the rim of his cock and scraped across the head. Rafael fidgeted anxiously. 

Melinda sighed. "Sounds nice—I could go for that about now. I bet you two have been planning this nice getaway for awhile now."

"No, actually we just met—I'm here with my husband, Mike. I think you know him—he's back playing pool."

"Oh that Mike! Yeah, we know him well. He comes in quite often with his clients. He is such a flirt, but don't worry, he never takes it past the teasing stage as he is always first to blush."

They shared a knowing smile. "Thanks, Melinda. That means a lot to me. I imagine you must be very sore, working on your feet all day. What time do you get done work? "

"Well, we close at midnight tonight—Thursday thru Saturday we stay open until two, but rest of the week is slower."

"So does Rafael's hot tub sound inviting? "

Melinda gave him a questioning look..."Yes, it's alright with me if it's alright with him."

Liz squeezed just a bit. "Of course it is." Rafael half-jumped out of his chair, then realized the possible exposure and dropped back down lower into the seat.

"Ok, sounds like a date, then, Melinda. By the way, I wasn't joking when I said everything is big in Texas..." She leaned back a bit to show Melinda.

Eyes widening the girl stood stunned for a minute then struggling to pull her gaze away, she swallowed and said, "And you're with your husband? I mean, well..."

"Yes, Melinda, I know what you meant. I think Rafael would enjoy being with you tonight when we all go back to his room. He has been without how long now?" She twisted to face Rafael who was just beginning to lose the deep red that had flooded his cheeks moments earlier. 

He swallowed and squeaked out, "About a year..." 

"I thought you said your wife left you six months ago?" Liz exclaimed looking sharply at him.

"Well, she did, but we hadn't done it for about six months before and..." Clearly embarrassed he hung his head—that is until Liz applied pressure again, sending his head back in a mixture of agony and pleasure.

"Well it's only quarter to 11 now---try to keep him, you know," primed", until I get off." 

"Don't worry, Melinda. And I'd bet Rafael will get you off many times tonight. "

They both giggled and shared a look, just like two schoolgirls. 

"Now, on your way back, can you send my husband back over here? Some bimbo is hanging on him and really, enough is enough."

"Oh, don't worry about Jenny—she throws herself at anything with a Y chromosome. Mike totally abhors her. I'll go extricate him now for you."

"Thank you. Again. Hey, before you go, did you want to..."

Melinda looked at Rafael..."May I?"

"Uhm, sure. I mean, I'd love you to."

She leaned over pressing down on Liz's ample chest, a hand steadying itself on her thigh, and moved her head over his lurching member. She started to touch with her hand, then pulled it back, lowered her had and engulfed the engorged head in between her luscious red lips. Rafael threw his head back and moaned at the unexpected pleasure. A quick "pop" and a squeeze of Liz's thigh, and the brunette beauty stood back upright.

"Thank you! I can't wait until later." The happy waitress skipped away, her skirt swaying.

It took all of Rafael's strength to pick up the bottle and swallow for several seconds, almost draining the whole beer in a single attempt. Liz smiled and finished her own drink, immune to the prior "brain freeze." 

"Are you having a good time, Rafael?"