5 comments/ 159737 views/ 64 favorites Natasha's Truth or Dare By: KMDylan This story is a submission for the Winter Holidays Story Contest. If you like it, please vote for it! * It's quite amazing that I was a good girl all through high school growing up in New York City. But that changed during the Christmas vacation of my first year of college. My brother, Gavin, and I had a holiday party for our friends in the basement of our brownstone on east 81st Street. My father owns a gallery in NYC and he was on an art-buying trip in Europe and due back on Christmas Eve. My mom is French and preferred for us to have parties at home rather than to go out downtown, so when Gavin and I asked if we could have a few friends over on the first Saturday night we got home on break, she was like, "Sure... Have fun, kids." My mom has always been pretty cool and knew to make herself scarce during our parties. Gavin is two years older than me and was in his third year at UCLA, had a fake ID and so was able to stock us up with plenty of beer, bourbon and tequila. I was really excited about how this party was shaping up because Gavin's best friend in high school, Sebastian, would be there. I had had a crush on him since they were freshmen in high school and I was like 12. Sebastian's family ancestry is Swedish and he looked like a Calvin Klein underwear model—tall, athletic build, with dirty blond hair almost down to his shoulders and a beautiful grin. They both had played on the varsity soccer team at school, and a few of their old teammates were likely to show up, as well as other old friends and girlfriends. I invited some of my friends to come who were also in NYC for Christmas. One was, Alina, a model I had become friendly with at my agency because we had done our modeling training together. We had learned to walk runways, and had gone on a lot of "go sees" with photographers and creative directors. I have since become somewhat famous, and there's a good chance you have seen me in ads for Gucci or Dior, or in gossip sites like TMZ, but this party took place a couple of years before I really hit it big as a model and became known. And I was still pretty much a "good girl" despite growing up in New York. Sebastian had a sister, Theresa, who was my age and who was going to come to the party. I generally don't find too many people intimidating, but Theresa had the most amazing full mouth, piercing blue eyes, a mane of blazing golden hair and striking eyebrows like Cara Delevingne. I had gone to Dalton for high school, while she went to the even more elite Spence. Besides the fact that our brothers were friends, she and I played against each other in field hockey, so we were both well aware of each other, and we had an unspoken rivalry. She had dated my brother for a few months when he was a junior in high school. Most people would say I am very pretty, being a fashion model and all, at 5 foot 10 with long brown, naturally wavy hair, lithe, thin body, and perky and full c cup boobs. My big boobs (for a model) have gotten me a lot of lingerie bookings, and eventually got me a starring spot on the Victoria's Secret runway shows that have become such a big deal. But Theresa was mesmerizing, and when she entered a room, sucked the air out of it. Anyway, I was getting really excited for the party to start, and spent a couple of hours doing my make up and getting dressed with Alina. She has jet black hair and her pale skin has this amazing glow in her fashion pictures. Together with her plump kewpie bow lips, she kind of looks like a real-life Snow White. I let Alina have the run of my closet and choose my outfit. She picked out a pleated leather mini skirt from Alice & Olivia, a semi-transparent ribbed white tank top from Vince, combined with a flowery lace bra from La Perla that you could totally see through the tank's thin stretch fabric. To make things more interesting, Alina took some scissors from my mom's sewing kit and shortened my tank so that it became a crop top. Now it showed off my mid-riff, from my belly button to the top of the low-slung mini. I felt very exposed and kind of like a trailer trash slut! I poked at her, saying, "You're making me look like a ho, bitch!" She laughed, indicating that was indeed her intention. Alina made me do a runway walk for her as she inspected me and picked out a pair of Gucci strappy sandals with five-inch heels. "You said you haven't been laid in ages, right, Nat? I think you should go commando," She declared. "What?" "Yup. Come on. Hand them over." She held out her hand. "You too, then." "Of course." I reached up under my skirt and hooking my thumbs in my thong, pulled it down my legs. I had to sit down on an ottoman to thread the underwear off my feet. I was totally flashing Alina my naked pussy as I did that, and she giggled as she watched me struggle to remove the thong over my high heels. I finally handed them over and she put them back in my panty drawer. I straightened my skirt back over my legs and the feel of its buttery leather on my naked ass was totally sexy. It was true that I hadn't gotten laid in quite a while. The academics at my college were intense, and in my first semester I hadn't yet found a guy that was suitable either for dating, or even a quick hook up. Most of the guys I had met in college so far seemed a little intimidated by my looks. For her, I picked out a black leather Versace mini dress, so we would kind of match. And I loaned her five-inch, black patent leather Louboutin pumps too. While we put on our make up, Alina asked me, "Is there any guy you have your eyes on tonight?" I nodded. "My brother's friend Sebastian." Her face lit up. "Oh, my God, Sebastian's coming? He's SO gorge." I giggled like a little teeny bopper. "Yup. I've had a crush on him since I was twelve I think. But he's always treated me like I'm a little girl and not worth the time of day." Alina took my eye-liner and saying, "Hold still, Nat," accentuated the lines at the corner of my eyes. "He's not going to think you're a little girl in this outfit," she continued. I added a last touch of glistening pink lip gloss and puckered my lips. "I hope not." * * * The party started off fairly quietly, with our friends sitting around our basement lounge chatting and drinking. There were probably around 20 or 25 of them who came by in all. I kept circulating, making sure new arrivals were getting a drink, and I was definitely getting some attention from the boys because of how revealing and sexy my outfit was. Then around midnight, the group got smaller and we started playing quarters. A bunch of people had left early, but there were about ten left, with only three girls—me, Theresa and Alina—and the rest of them boys. Everyone was getting a really good buzz when Sebastian, who has a dark streak in him, said, "Let's play truth or dare." No one would contradict him so we all gathered together in a big circle around an oversized leather ottoman in the middle of which there was an empty beer bottle sitting on its side on a tray. Sebastian spun it and it landed on my brother, Gavin. He immediately looked over at Theresa and asked, "Truth or dare?" Theresa thought a moment, and then said, "Truth." "How many guys in this room have you given a blowjob to?" My brother was smirking, I think because she had given him one a couple of years ago when they dated for like six months. She thought for a second. "Two." Everyone had the same thought. If she had sucked Gavin off, who was the other guy? Everyone looked around, I didn't see any candidates for people who Theresa would have blown among the boys that were there. I saw Sebastian turn red. What? Was it possible she had blown her brother? Whoah. That family was crazy! Maybe it came with the territory of being ridiculously hot. You just couldn't not have sexual relations. She was wearing a black knit dress that was a sensible length at just above the knee, but with a crazy plunging neckline, that went down almost down to her belly button and revealed a lot of cleavage. I could see her nipples had gotten hard and were easily visible through the thin fabric. I think it was a Louis Vuitton dress because I had seen Miranda Kerr wearing the same one, and there was no way she could wear a bra with it. It made me wonder if she was going commando too, like Alina and me. Theresa gave the bottle a spin and it landed on Tom, a cute, preppy guy who had been on Gavin's soccer team who always wore his Lacoste polo shirts with the collar up. Tom looked at me and asked, "Truth or dare?" I was pretty buzzed so I just blurted, "Dare!" He narrowed his eyes, "I dare you to have a three-way French kiss with Theresa and Alina for no less than two minutes!" There were cheers from most of the guys. I began to blush and looked over at Theresa, then Alina. Theresa looked back at me, eyes glistening and smiled. "Fine with me," she purred. Alina smiled and shrugged, and in her little girl voice said, "Okay." I shrugged and said, "Okay, let's do it." All three of us stood up, giggling a little nervously, and gathered in the center of the circle. I was wobbling slightly on my five-inch heels, as was Alina. We steadied each other with our forearms, and the soft touch of her fingers was comforting. I was surprised to feel a little slickness between my legs as I though about kissing both of these girls' lips. I had kissed a girl just once before during a game of spin the bottle, but that had been a quick peck a couple of years ago, and the girl wasn't nearly as hot as these two. I felt Theresa's hand circle my waist. The feeling of her fingers on my bare skin set of a wave of slight dizziness and heat in my chest. Her touch was electric. Theresa turned to look at me. I closed my eyes and I felt her soft lips touch mine. It was magical—soft, sensual magic. I opened my mouth a little and I felt her tongue enter, like a little garden snake slithering into its hole in the ground. I met her tongue with mine. Two garden snakes doing a mating dance in the dark. It was delicious—so sensual, and so forbidden! I was flushed with embarrassment to be kissing a girl in front of a bunch of people, but was also overcome with the sensuality of this mesmerizing moment. I hadn't had a boyfriend in like a year, and hadn't even been kissed in several months and there was a pent up hunger in me that was released in that feverish kiss. I inhaled her scent and drank in her saliva. I kissed her even more passionately, feeling a real love for her. I had discovered that I was bisexual! I knew I liked boys, but I was liking this too. A lot! I felt Alina's head join ours, pushing in between us, like a lamb searching for its mother's nipple. Theresa and I parted and Alina leaned in to kiss Theresa first. I watched them lock lips and it was really beautiful. They were both such pretty girls, and they were really into it. Neither was holding back. The boys were hooting and clapping. Then Alina turned her head, and it was our turn to kiss. It was weird to French kiss my best friend. But it was nice too. Not as dizzying as kissing Theresa, but still very sensual, and a bit taboo somehow. After a few seconds of our tongues wrestling, she pulled back and smiled at me, and said, "I had no idea you were such a good kisser, Nat." I giggled, "Me neither, Alina!" At that, we sat down in our places and I spinned the bottle. It landed on Alina. She looked at me and gave me a wink. Uh oh, what was she thinking? "Truth or dare?" One of the guys, Tim, protested, "Why does everyone keep picking her? How about spreading the wealth around?" Sebastian turned and glared at the complainer. "You want to leave?" "No," Tim whimpered. I said, "Dare." It was too late to pick truth. Alina grinned. "I dare you to suck Sebastian's cock in front of everyone for a full minute, but no more, in front of everyone." She knew I was hot for Sebastian. She was teeing it up for me, but did she have to make it so public? Why didn't she let us go to a room or something? I looked at Sebastian and his eyes had lit up. He liked the idea. This was what he had been waiting for. I stood and grabbed a cushion from a chair. Then I got down on my knees in the center of the circle. Sebastian slowly approached and stopped just in front of me. He smiled, "Natasha, you don't have to if you don't want to, you know..." I smiled back at him and reached up to unbuckle his belt. "I'm not going to wuss out, mister." I unzipped his black jeans and slipped my hand in, reaching in to feel his hard cock straining against his boxers. Sebastian unbuttoned his jeans and I slid them down his legs, along with the boxers. This released his erection, which suddenly sprung out straight at me, its tip leaking a drop of pre-cum, just a few inches from my face. "Suck it, then, Natasha," he commanded. I couldn't believe it. Right in front, in the flesh, was Sebastian's beautiful, large, perfect cock. I looked around the room at the others before taking the plunge. My brother was staring at me as if under a spell, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Was it stressful to watch his sister pleasure another man? Was this really hard for Gavin? Everyone else in the room was riveted too. It almost seemed like no one was even breathing as they waited for my next move. I reached out and gently wrapped my hand around his member, feeling the silky texture of its skin, which contrasted so amazingly with the intense hardness under the surface. I was caught up in a conflicting whirl of emotions—of shame to be such a slut in front of all these people and crazy lust for this beautiful man. I slowly leaned forward, getting closer and then opened my mouth and took his cock in my mouth sucking it deep into my warm, wet throat. His pre-cum's slightly salty taste was amazing. I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the cock's helmet, relishing its smoothness and slickness. "Oh, yeah, that is amazing, Natasha. You are good!" Sebastian moaned. Kneeling at his feet, he looked incredibly tall when I looked up at him. He gave me an approving grin as I began to move my head back and forth, relaxing my throat to let as much of his glistening shaft slide in as possible. This was so wrong and yet so right. I liked feeling sexy, and having this man lust for me in front of all these people. I had had feelings for Sebastian in secret for so many of my teenage years, and here I was finally pleasuring him with my mouth. How many times had I masturbated thinking of sucking him off, of him fucking me? Many. Closing my eyes in order to better concentrate, I laced my fingers around his shaft and slid them back and forth, jacking him off, even as I encouraged him to fuck my mouth. I had read that guys like that. I heard him say, "Gavin, your sister is an unbelievable cocksucker. She's going to fucking make me cum, dude!" He pushed a little harder down my throat and I gagged a little and my eyes watered a little, but that was okay. Sebastian shivered at the sensation of my warm, wet throat around his throbbing cock. His comment to my brother on my cocksucking skills reminded me of how weird and how inappropriate this situation was, and I flushed with embarrassment again. But at the same time, I loved the idea of making him cum and increased the tempo of my fingers and my bobbing head. Maybe this would make him want to go up to my room with me after the party... Or even more. What I wouldn't do to have him ask me to be his girlfriend!! Sucking on his cock had made me very horny, and I had become very wet. I couldn't believe what a horny slut I was being. I had never done anything like this in my entire life! Yet here I was, sucking cock in front of a rowdy, horny audience. My clitoris ached for attention, and I could feel juices running down my thighs as I didn't have any panties on. Would anyone notice? Could I just drag Sebastian into a bedroom and have him fuck my brains out? That's what I really wanted. I had placed my left hand on his butt to guide his thrusts back and forth in my mouth, and I felt a tightening of his ass cheeks. Was he about to cum? At that moment Gavin shouted out, "Time!" I reluctantly pulled off of Sebastian's glistening cock, tendrils of pre-cum stretching from my mouth to its tip. I gave it another lick to clean up the juices. Sebastian looked at Gavin, pointing at his angry tumescent prick and said, "Seriously, dude? You're not going to let her finish me? I need to cum!" Gavin grinned, "Rules are rules. Times up!" Sebastian pointed an index at him as he stuffed his hard member back in his pants, and said, "You'll get yours, buddy. Just you wait." I sat down and wiped my brow, as I was now covered in a sheen of sweat from both my exertions and my crazy sexual excitement. Theresa leaned over and licked my chin to clean off some spillage. "That was crazy hot, Natasha. You are one sexy chick," she murmured. Wow she was licking her brother's juices off me. Whoah. I basked in the warm glow of her approval. Alina gave the bottle a spin and it landed on Tim, the complainer. He looked at me. "Okay, since we're focusing on Natasha tonight, truth or dare?" "Truth." I didn't really want to take a dare from him. He had turned me off with his whiny attitude. He seemed crestfallen at my answer. "Uhm, would you be into having a threesome tonight?" I thought about it for a second. I decided it was best to act as if it wouldn't be a big deal. "Sure, that could be fun... With the right guy, or girl." Looked over at Theresa and Alina and gave them a wink. Alina looked slightly shocked, but Theresa smirked and gave me a wink back. I saw some of the guys, including Gavin and Sebastian, looking at each other. I had opened some kind of conceptual door by acknowledging that, and I could assume their lascivious imaginations were whirling full bore. He spinned the bottle and it landed on Gavin. My brother looked over at me, then at Theresa, then at Alina, stroking his chin as he thought about his dare. He looked at Theresa and asked, "Truth or dare?" She sat up, ready to take on a challenge, and smiled at him. "Dare." "I dare you to undress Alina and yourself and eat each other out in a sixty nine for two minutes." This would be fun to watch! I wondered if secretly he wanted me to join in, but hadn't asked because that's not something you ask your sister to do. Theresa and Alina stood, and stepping into the middle of the circle, began to undress each other. It didn't take long. Theresa unzipped Alina's leather mini dress and lowered it down her body so that Alina could step out of it. Alina then reached over and pulled the stretchy black dress that Theresa was wearing off her shoulders, and down her hips and legs. Alina tossed their dresses to the side and then lay down on the floor on her back. She looked so sexy, her lithe little body completely naked except for her Louboutin pumps. Theresa also looked amazing, wearing just the little zippered booties that were in fashion, and nothing else. Her breasts rivaled mine in size, and she had these pretty little nipples that pointed up at the sky. Alina's nipples were the bigger kind, like a half dollar, and a darker brick red. The fact that they both kept their shoes on somehow made their nudity even hotter. Theresa straddled Alina, placing her knees on either side of her torso, and was about to lean forward to get into position, when we heard a door creak, and the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Thank God we had the music on low and could hear the warning signal! Gavin whispered in a panic, "Shit, that's my mom! You guys, hide, quick!" By "guys" he meant the naked girls! My adrenalin kicking in, I grabbed Theresa by the wrist and pulled her up on her feet, and she stumbled behind me as I dragged her behind the couch. She got the idea and fell down on her knees and folded her body into a crouch. Alina was just behind her and just managed to duck when my mom came around the corner. I had just managed to sit down on the couch between Gavin and Sebastian and grab a beer that I could nonchalantly pretend I was drinking. Natasha's Truth or Dare Ch. 02 Dear reader, this story continues where "Natasha's Truth or Dare" left off. ***** There was indeed hell to pay. I woke up late the next morning to the sound of curtains being drawn, and blinding, bright sunlight shining in my eyes. My bedroom had blackout curtains that allowed me to sleep in late. I loved my Provencal curtains with their soft lavender, pastel orange and lime green pattern from an adorable little shop called Les Toiles du Soleil in Chelsea. Getting my bearings upon this rude awakening, I saw my mother standing at the foot of my bed dressed in her workout clothes—a sports bra and running tights. She was a very beautiful woman with long, blonde hair and a hot, slim body for a woman in her early 40s who had had two kids. She gave me a very stern look. "What's up, Mom?" I groaned, pulling my pillow over my head. I hadn't slept nearly enough, and all of the sexual stimulation of the previous night's debauchery, followed by the high drama of my mom busting me, had wiped me out. I just wanted to sleep and be left alone with my thoughts as I replayed the party's mind-bending events, my heart beating with the wonder of what I had done. She glanced down at her watch. "It's almost noon. We need to talk before I go out for lunch with Peter Blackstone." I nodded contritely and sat up, holding the sheet to my chin as I had collapsed in bed naked the night before. She began with, "You are grounded, Natasha. I am just shocked and disgusted by your depraved behavior that I witnessed. Having sex with that boy in front of all those people? Do you think it's a good idea for all your friends to think about you, and talk about you, as a slut?" I shook my head, and murmured, "I'm sorry, mom. I was being really stupid." I wasn't sorry at all for what I had done. I didn't give a shit whether my friends or my brother's friends thought I was slut. Everyone I knew was doing this stuff, if they could. She continued, "I called your father in Paris and asked him come home early from his business trip. You are not to leave this house until he gets home and I want you to think about what you've done, young lady." With that she left, slamming the door behind her with a bang. Oh dear, this could be worse than I thought. * * * I was on tenterhooks and didn't know what to do with myself until my Dad arrived home the following day in the late afternoon. He summoned me to his office after making himself a cup of coffee. He really wasn't happy to have been called home early. My mother left early from work—she manages my dad's gallery that deals in contemporary art—and she was in there with him sitting on the large black leather sofa. She was still dressed in her work clothes, a pink Chanel suit with white fringe, and black patent leather Gucci four-inch heels. The woman had style, albeit an expensive one. My brother, Gavin, was downstairs, hovering around in the living room. As a participating witness and someone who I could implicate in what had happened, I knew he was very curious about what I would say and how I would be punished. My father, still wearing a custom-tailored tweed suit and cashmere turtle neck he liked to wear when flying, gestured for me to sit down on the sofa with my mom. He remained standing in front of his desk, his hand on his chin. He was a striking man with a strong jaw, close-cropped brown hair, dark eyes that were flashing with anger. Just as one wears one's best to a court appearance in front of a judge, I put on something I knew my dad liked to see me in. It was a short, pleated navy dress of the kind that French school girls wear, and a white blouse with a Peter Pan collar under it. It was demure in the upper body, but showed off my long legs as it was very much a mini ending at mid-thigh. He growled at me. "So what do you have to say for yourself, Natasha?" I shrugged, pulling my legs onto the couch and wrapping my arms around them. "We were just playing a game of truth or dare, dad, and one thing led to another. We were just having fun. No one got hurt." He paused, distracted by the fact that he could see my ass that was pretty much naked since I had worn the tiniest g-string thong that I had. My ploy to sidetrack his thoughts was working! My mom noticed and she put a hand on my knees and pushed them down into a more modest position. She took the baton in the lecture. "Honey, you are a very beautiful young woman. You are 18 and we haven't said to you don't ever have sex, but the slutty, depraved stuff you did at that party will affect your reputation! People will talk about you as a loose girl who sleeps around and will think less of you... Everyone loves spreading malicious gossip, and you don't want to make yourself the target of that. The slut label is a tough one to live down." My eyes brimmed with tears and I looked down at the floor, contrite. "I just wanted to be hot for Sebastian. I wanted him to notice me and not think I was prissy." My father barked, "Well, you certainly proved that. So what punishment do you deserve for your shocking behavior?" I whispered, "Ten spanks?" He shook his head. "Fifteen. Ten from me and five from your mother." I nodded and stood and walked over to his desk. "Okay, daddy. I'm sorry. I was a very bad girl." I leaned forward submissively, folding my arms and placing them on the desk. I let my forehead rest on my forearms while my back was parallel to the floor and my ass was sticking out towards my mom on the couch. My dad took a step closer and lifted the hem of my dress and flipped it onto my back. He then took hold of my g-string and yanked it down my legs until it was around my ankles. My ass was now completely exposed to them, and my mom, from where she was sitting could probably see my pussy too. I felt a warmth there as their eyes took in my nakeness, and a seeping. These feelings of arousal were troubling, as I was having them in front of my parents who were so furious with me. Yet feeling their gaze on my naked parts turned me on and I couldn't help it. An involuntary tremble travelled up my legs and I shook a little from the arousal. In a loud sonorous voice, he counted, "One." WHAP! I shouted out as I felt first a sharp pain, then an improbable warmth, where my father's hand had imprinted on the right cheek of my trembling bottom. My mother had an intake of breath, and I could sense she was a little shocked. My dad was almost violent in the blow he had dealt the delicate skin of my buttocks. He took a moment, and asked, "Are you sorry for acting like a wanton slut?" I nodded my head vigorously, "Yes, daddy, I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry!" "Good, that's what I like to hear. Two!" WHAP! He wasn't holding back his strength, and the smack he dealt produced a searing, white-hot pain on my left ass cheek. I felt tears form in my eyes and I whimpered. He continued to deliver each slap with precision, switching from one side to the other, and I started to sob and cry out. Tears ran down my cheeks and I tasted their saltiness as one reached the corner of my open mouth. I was writhing as he meted out my punishment. And my butt cheeks must have been very pink by the 10th spank! There was a pause as he reached 10, and I saw daddy take a step back, looking with satisfaction at my quivering bum. Tears had wet my face and the pain was intense, but there was also a warm glow of pleasure that had been growing in intensity. I felt a strange mixture of shame and arousal, and I didn't know what to do with myself. I was getting so horny! If it had been Sebastian spanking me, I would have been begging him to shove his cock in me and fuck me. I let out an involuntary moan. My mom came closer and lightly touched my tenderized ass with her fingers. I squirmed a little. My buttocks were very sensitive. She whispered to my dad, "She really seems to be enjoying this." I wondered if they were looking at my pussy, and whether they could see how wet the spanking had made me. I flushed with embarrassment at the thought. Dad concurred in a low voice, "Like mother, like daughter. She looks so beautiful right now." My mother then spanked me, not as hard as my father. I cried out again, but now they were moans of pleasure. When she was done delivering her five spanks, I didn't move for a minute while I waited to see what was next. I could feel juice trickling from my pussy down my inner thigh. My dad croaked, "Okay, we're done." I looked back at them. They had both sat down on the sofa and we're staring at my naked ass and pussy. My dad was trying to hide a bulge in his crotch and my mother's legs were crossed and she was leaning forward, like she was trying to hold something in. My mom whispered, "You can go to your room now, Natasha." I blushed some more and pulled my thong back up from where it lay around my ankles, and ran to my room and stripped my clothes off. I needed to masturbate like nobody's business, but then Gavin walked in the room behind me. His pants too were tenting out from his hard-on. He unzipped and reached in. I lay down on my bed while he stood and stroked his big dick. I grabbed my favorite vibrator from my bedside table's drawer and had an amazing orgasm as I smashed the plastic vibrating shaft against my engorged clitoris. I looked at Gavin's thick, hard cock, and I thought about Sebastian fucking me in front of my brother and all those people who had watched us. I reached my orgasm and its electric sexual ecstasy surged through me, making my body shake violently. As I came down from my climax I could hear the sound of the desk in my dad's study creaking. I pictured my mother bent over it as I had been, but my father behind her, fucking her hard. I wasn't the only one who had gotten horny. Gavin came too, shooting a few jets of cum onto the wood floor of my room. Gavin and I looked at each other and giggled. Then he left to go clean himself up. * * * Two days later everything was forgiven and forgotten and I was allowed to go clubbing downtown the day after Christmas. Well "allowed" isn't exactly right—my parents had been invited to a big splashy dinner party thrown by Jeff Koons. They wouldn't be home until very late, so it was easy enough to assure them I would be staying home for the night with my college roommate who was coming into the City, and sneak out after they were gone. This was NYC, after all. * * * I had screwed up my courage and texted Theresa, Sebastian's sister, and made a date to meet at a hot new club on the edge of Chinatown and the Lower East Side. She said she would do her best to bring her brother along. I so wanted to see him again! He had flipped a switch in my psyche, and all I could think about was fucking him again. I felt like a drug addict or something. My roommate from college took the bus into NY and came to our house. Her name was Katie Wolfer, and she was a little innocent. But we got along well and I thought I should open her eyes a little. She was a tall, leggy blonde with a very pretty face and I had mentioned to her earlier in the semester that I wanted to introduce her to my modeling agency as she could use the money. Her father had been a pilot and had died when she was just 10 years old. She grew up with a working mother on the wrong side of the tracks in Greenwich, and as such had live a pretty cloistered life, just trying to help out her mom and make things work. Her mom in the meantime had found a rich French boyfriend, and so things had gotten a lot better for them. He was very generous and put her through college. Katie eventually became a fashion model, a supermodel even, and wrote a very scandalous erotic memoir called Cult of Beauty: The Secret Life of a Supermodel. We got ready in my room, and just as I had done with Alina for the party, I let Katie have the run of my closet. Coming from her modest economic background, it was kind of blowing her away. A lot of my stuff had been given to me as presents from designers or were leftovers from fashion shoots, but she thought I had bought it all, or that dad spent tens of thousands of dollars on my party dresses. We had fun trying on a bunch of dresses and skirts and tops. We finally decided on two Versace mini dresses as she had always dreamed of going out in one—hers had a gold fringe, while mine was an orange tie-die silk dress with flowing sleeves and a silver chain belt. It was fun to make a dream come true for her, even if it was a little one. Silver strappy Jimmy Choo sandals with four-inch heels completed my outfit, while Katie borrowed a pair of light tan suede ankle booties. * * * There was a little crush of people on Christie Street in front of the club. But when Katie and I pulled up in our black SUV that we had gotten on Uber, and stepped onto the sidewalk (teetering slightly in our heels), the crowd parted like the Red Sea. The bouncer, who had just been beating back the crowd, waved us in with a little bow. * * * The club, which was called "The Molly," had once been a theater catering to the immigrants that had lived in the tenements on the Lower East Side. Now that the neighborhood was gentrified and overrun by hipsters, like everything else, it had undergone a radical transformation—but it's timeworn architecture and décor gave the club a fun, sexy vibe. Why is decay sexy in a building but not in people? I don't know. There was also a basement where the restrooms were, and corridors with dimly lit alcoves here and there in which the club owners had strategically placed settees and Victorian looking couches. Katie and I wandered into the main room—our senses were assaulted by throbbing music and disco lights. Some people were swaying on the dance floor, but the night was still young and people wanted to get their drunk on first. The main room also had a balcony, which was designated as a VIP area with lounge beds and view on the action below. Access to the balcony was restricted by a very large black bouncer with a large ring in his nose and heavy jewelry on his fingers that would inflict severe damage if he was displeased with you. You needed to be invited up by the owner, manager, a partner or someone who was already up there. None of these were available upon arriving, so I suggested that we get a drink at the bar to start things off. I ordered tequila shots with Mexican beer chasers (Bohemia—so much better than Corono or XX) because I really wanted to loosen Katie up. I raised my shot glass to hers. "Truth or dare?" Katie looked at me blankly. "Huh?" "Two nights ago my brother and I had that party at our house that you missed. One of the boys that was there was Sebastian..." She smiled, "The one you're looking for tonight?" "Yes, him. So he started a game of truth or dare, that basically led to all kinds of crazy shit at our party. Have you ever played it?" She shrugged, "I think so, ages ago. It's a kids game isn't it?" I smirked, "No, it can be a very adult game. Depends on how you play it." We both tossed our shots back, coughing slightly as the burn of the tequila scorched our throats. Then we slugged our beer. Katie wiped her mouth and said "Okay, I'll play. Truth." I waved at the bartender to serve us another round of shots. "So you get one truth, but then after that we switch to dares. It's more fun. Have you ever made out with a girl?" Katie eyes widened. "Are you gay?" She blurted. I laughed, which caused me to snort up some beer through my nose and I had to grab a napkin from the bar to wipe myself off. After regaining my composure, I said, "No, I'm not gay. I'm just curious if you ever kissed a girl... I'm here for Sebastian, remember? Not for you." Katie thought for a second, then shook her head."A girl pecked my lips once at a party, but it wasn't like a big thing. It didn't bother me, but I wasn't like hoping she would do more." I gestured for her to pick up her shot and picked up mine. We clinked glasses and sipped at the tequila rather than shooting it back this time, in an unspoken accord. I cocked my head. "Would you?" She blushed a little, and gave me a non-committal shrug. "I don't know. I guess, maybe. If I thought the girl was pretty and the circumstances were right." I knew that she had experienced very little adventure in her life so far, particularly of the sexual kind. She and I had both always been good girls. It was time to change all that. We were 18, blessed to have been born pretty enough to become fashion models, and on this night, we were free to do whatever we wanted in one of the greatest cities in the world, New York City. She peered at me over her shot glass. "What about you?" I blushed, a little embarrassed, and nodded. "The other night at the party. I snogged both Sebastian's sister, Theresa, and a model friend of mine, Alina, who was there. We were playing the truth or dare game and someone dared us to do it." Her eyes had widened. "Oh. Did you like it? Did you do something else?" "I ate Alina, and Theresa ate me." Katie was agog, and said in a loud stage whisper, "Theresa really ate your pussy? You liked it?" I smiled and nodded. "Did I hear someone say my name?" My heart leapt in my chest, and my mouth went dry as I turned to see Theresa standing behind us flanked by her brother. They both looked stunning and I was again mesmerized by their intense sexuality—it ran in the family. I glanced at Katie and saw that she was agape too, and her cheeks were flushed. Theresa leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Then he did too. I was so happy they had come, but tried hard to play it cool. "Sebastian, Theresa, meet my college roommate, Katie Wolfer. I just challenged her to a game of truth or dare, and was telling her about our game at the party the other day." Sebastian grinned. "I'm in. Nothing like a game of truth or dare to spice up an evening. Hey, do you guys want to go up to the VIP lounge? The owner of the place is a friend of mine." Of course he was. Sebastian didn't wait for answer as his question was rhetorical and he led us right past the bouncer who waved us in. We climbed a set of spiral stairs with Sebastian leading the way, pushed through thick, carmine velvet curtains and emerged into the VIP lounge. Sebastian picked a seating area with a couch and took the center spot, with Theresa flanking him on his right, and me flanking me on his left. He was wearing dark, waxed jeans, a collared shirt open at the neck, a jacket and loafers. Theresa was wearing a black leather mini skirt, a white silk blouse that had a plunging neckline that made it clear she didn't have a bra on, and over-the-knee, black leather boots with five-inch heels. Her long, golden hair had been pulled tight into a high ponytail that suggested a German dominatrix, or something. She was incredible. A waitress who looked like an English milkmaid, with reddish, long wavy hair, pale skin and carmine cupid bow lips, appeared and greeted us with a toothy smile. She was really pretty and reminded me of a Karen Elson, a model I had been a fan of all through my teenage years when I was thinking about becoming a fashion model. She was wearing tiny yellow-sequined shorts that didn't even reach the bottom of her ass, a semi-transparent tube top, and high wedge sandals. She asked what we wanted. This place was hot. Sebastian asked me what we were drinking, and when I told him, he ordered a bottle of Patron and a bucket of Bohemia beer for the table. Before she left she stared at Katie and said, "Are you Doutzen Kroes?" Katie looked confused and said, "Who?" The waitress continued, "The model." I quipped, "She's Doutzen's twin sister." The waitress giggled and went to get our drinks. I looked at Katie, "People already think you're a famous model. I'm going to have my manager get pictures taken of you next week." She shook her head and said, "I'm not nearly as pretty as you are." I pressed on the tip of her, "You're gorgeous, Katie... You just need to own it." Natasha's Truth or Dare Ch. 02 Sebastian raised an eyebrow and looked at me. "So whose turn was it in your game?" I pointed at Katie who was seated on a large, black, leather club chair across from us. She had curled her legs under her and was looking at us with a bemused expression, like she couldn't believe this was all really happening. He glanced at her and she said, "Okay, Natasha, what will it be, truth or dare?" I grinned, "Dare, of course." She tapped her chin with her finger, "Okay, I dare you to take off your panties and give them to the waitress and ask her to check if they're wet." My heart leapt as I felt a flush of embarrassment at what she was asking me to do. I thought, Katie is my kind of girl! Sebastian clapped his hands and Theresa smiled, also impressed by the imaginative request. I scooted forward on the sofa so that my ass was close to the edge of the cushion. Then I pulled up the hem of my dress a few inches to the top of my thighs and reached under to hook my thumbs on the elastic of my thong. I lifted my butt off the cushion pushed the underwear down my legs. I was now totally flashing my soaking wet pussy to everyone in the group, and to anyone else in our area that might be looking at us, which were quite a few people. There was a group of five younger guys—they were well dressed and attractive and looked like they were college students—standing near us, talking and drinking. Three of them noticed what I was doing and were staring at me wide-eyed. They elbowed the other two and they turned too, and there I was, with my short orange dress bunched around my hips, threading my thong over my high-heeled sandals, flashing everyone. Katie lifted her hand to her face, amazed at my daring. I experienced a curious feeling of power and an exhibitionistic thrill as I showed my naked pussy and ass to my little group, the college boys, and various onlookers in our section of the VIP lounge. But after a few seconds, I pulled the hem of my dress back down over my thighs, making myself decent again. The waitress was just returning with a tray with our drinks. She had seen what was happening as she threaded her way towards us, and I saw her glance at the crumpled ball of pink and black fabric bunched up in my fist, and she gave me a wink and a complicit, flirty smile. She purred, "Here is your tequila, guys." She put down the tray and set out glasses on the table in front of everyone, put ice cubes in them, and poured the Patron into each one. I leaned forward to get her attention and said, "We're playing a game, and my friend Katie here has dared me to give you my panties and ask you to smell them." The waitress' mouth fell open with surprise, and she put her fingers to her lips in an involuntary gesture. She looked over at Katie, then at my fist, and then around at everyone else. Sebastian grinned and encouraged her with a nod, "Go on. Would you please tell us whether they are moist? We need you as a witness and impartial judge." I stretched my hand out, opening my fist and offering the tiny lace garment to her. After a moment's hesitation, the waitress picked it up with her right hand and lifted it up to her nose. She held it there and inhaled deeply, half closing her eyes as she did so. I heard some guys in the group standing near us hoot their approval, and one guys shouted, "Holy shit, guys, the waitress is sniffing the girl's panties!" They all turned around and our waitress was a bit flushed, either with embarrassment or because she was turned on, or both. I wasn't sure. She nodded and grinned and looking around at all of us, declared, "They're very moist and smell delicious." She straightened up, tucked the thong in the front pocket of her little tight shorts, and picked up her tray. "Let me know if you need anything else. I'm at your entire disposal." She gave me another wink, and smiled at everyone, but especially Sebastian, who was staring at her. She had turned him on, which was evidenced by the bulge that was straining at the front of his pants. He gestured for her to go over to him and took out his wallet. "What's your name?" "My name is Jasmine." "Here, Jasmine, this is for you." He peeled off six fifty-dollar bills and placed them in her hand. It was a nice tip. "Thank you, that's very generous. I'll be back soon to check on you." She folded and tucked the bills in her pocket with my panties, waved her fingers and was gone. We all picked up our drinks and sipped them, taking a moment to think about what had just happened. It was my turn. A table opened up near us and the group of college students who were standing near us took it. But I could tell they were eyeing our group, as our sex ratio was unbalanced with one guy to three girls. I turned to Theresa and said, "Truth or dare?" She gave me a naughty, flirty smile. "Dare." I smirked. "I dare you to take off your panties, give them to one of those guys over there, and give him a lap dance." Theresa stood up and came around Sebastian so that she was standing between my legs. Then she grabbed the hem of her leather mini and pulled it up to her waist to show me her underwear. She was wearing the prettiest frilly white panties I had ever seen. "Can you help me take them off?" Theresa purred. I felt so hot and dirty as I hooked my fingers on each side and pulled them down over her buttocks and long legs. When I got to her feet, she placed a hand on my shoulder and she stepped out of them. I gave them to her. She hadn't lowered her skirt yet and her pussy was just inches from my face. I could smell her intoxicating scent mixing in with the perfume she was wearing. She thanked me, and balling her panties in her fist, walked the short distance over to the group of guys. One of them was larger and hotter than the others, and looked like an athlete, with short-cropped hair. He grinned as Theresa offered him her panties and whispered in his ear, while his buddies again hooted and clapped. The guy scooted forward in his chair and opened his knees and Theresa got even closer to him and began to gyrate to the music in the club—they were playing a very catchy song by Shaggy. I saw her lean forward and with both hands pulled open her silk blouse, baring her beautiful, firm tits. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she let him motorboat her, burying his face in the soft, pillowy valley between her flawless grapefruit-sized breasts. He pulled back a little and clamped his mouth on one of her little, hard nipples and sucked on it, while with his right hand, he boldly reached up between her thighs and caressed her there. The other guys watched, enthralled by her erotic performance. I leaned in to Sebastian, who was transfixed watching his sister dance like a stripper for some stranger. I whispered, "Your sister is so hot. I have a crush on her." He glanced at me, "Everybody does." I could see from the look on his face that included him. Who could blame him? Theresa was mesmerizing. Just then, Jasmine, our waitress reappeared and leaned to whisper to Sebastian. "My manager would like to invite you all into his private lounge." Sebastian nodded, "Sounds good. We'll follow you." He stood and waved over to Theresa to come back. She stood and straightened out her blouse, and smoothed down her skirt. Then she took the hand of the guy she was giving a lap dance and brought him back with her. He was pretty cute. His friends came along too. We all followed Jasmine to an unmarked door in the back of the VIP area and she led us into an even more exclusive part of the club. As we entered, she held out a bowl with pills in it—I guessed they were mollies, hence the name of the club—and we each took one. We were now in a smaller room, which also had a dance floor and a few alcoves with seating areas. It was very atmospheric and the décor suggested a cross between a 19th century opium den and a French whorehouse. There were red velvet curtains trimmed in gold framing the alcoves, and the furniture was covered in opulent, plush fabrics. Sebastian said to me, "Let's dance," and taking my hand, led me onto the dance floor. The others kept following us, like a little flock of sheep following their shepherd. As we gathered in a group to dance, the college boys introduced themselves. The cute athletic guy with short hair that Theresa had picked out was Corey, and his friends were Tim, Fred, Brian and John. They confirmed they were indeed students at Columbia University—cute guys who could party and had some brains too—we tacitly invited them into our little group. They helped balance the sexes out. As we began to sway to the hypnotic club music, I looked around to get a sense of who was in this inner inner sanctum with us. It looked like a mix of New York's glitterati, with pop and rap stars, professional athletes (a guy dancing just two feet away from me must have been like 6' 6" and had the body of an Adonis—I was pretty sure that he was like a famous quarterback), models and people who were just cool. I gasped as I noticed a naked woman straddling a guy in one of the alcoves. This inner sanctum appeared to basically be a sex club where anything goes! Sebastian slipped his fingers through my long brown mane, and then grabbing a handful of hair, pulled my face to his and kissed me. I melted into his strong, muscular body, and surrendered my mouth to him as he pushed his tongue in. Our kiss became wild and ferocious and I wrapped my arms around his neck as I lost myself in the deliciousness of the kiss. His skin was salty, and musky too from a delicious cologne. I had such a crush on this gorgeous, hunky guy! Every nerve in my body was aflame, and I desperately wanted to drag him into alcove, collapse on one of the giant sofas, and pull his clothes off him. Suddenly, I felt a set of large tits mashing on my back and hips pushing against my ass, while a mouth kissed my neck. I turned my head and saw that it was Theresa. She smiled seductively and whispered, "Hello, beautiful girl. Tonight, you belong to us." Then she ran her right hand up the back of my thigh and then under my dress. She caressed my ass with her fingers for a moment, and I moaned and leaned back into her as she felt me up. I was so fucking turned on by her publicly molesting me like this! She then slid her index further down and between my legs so that it slid against my sopping wet, engorged labia, making me moan again. Both Sebastian and Theresa were kissing and licking my neck, while he ground his hard bulge against me from in front, applying pressure on the swollen knob of my clitoris, while she fondled my pussy and ass with her fingers from behind. It felt so kinky, so taboo to be sandwiched between brother and sister, in the middle of a crowded dance floor. Suddenly Theresa squatted down and lifted the hem of my dress up to completely display my butt—I was commando at this point. I looked behind me to see what she was doing. A small crowd had gathered around in a U to look at us. I leaned forward into Sebastian's chest so I could camber my ass out, offering its tight, silky globes to her. She leaned in and took a long lick up from the juncture at the top of my thighs, up my butt crack, burrowing her tongue in deeper between my buttocks as she got to my pink, puckered rosette. Her tongue wriggled in like a little pink snake trying to get in my asshole. I couldn't believe how dirty this gorgeous girl was being, in front of all these people! At the same time, her brother had slipped his hand under my dress and started frigging me with his fingers. He was alternating between slipping his thumb into my soaking wet pussy, and making circular movements on my clit, rolling it around under his knuckle. The dual sexual stimulation from the front and the back, combined with the fact that I was on display, and the whole taboo feeling of it, pushed me over the edge and I shuddered as an orgasm rushed through me, and my love juices ran down over Sebastian's fingers, down my thigh. Theresa noticed, and lowered her head to lick some of my effluvia that was trickling down my leg. I was so fucking turned on it was crazy. She then stood up, wrapped her arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, "Truth or dare?" I couldn't believe she still wanted to play this game, but I moaned, "Dare." "Come." She took my hand and led me to an alcove where there was a free oversized sofa. Sebastian, Katie, and the college boys all followed us, not wanting to miss out on the action. I knew she was about to take this to another level, but I was too far gone to care. The mollies gave us all a super-fine and sexy buzz. I there was something else mixed in to them, because my entire body was thrumming and aflame, like it gets just at the start of an orgasm, and I just wanted to get fucked desperately. As we climbed on the couch she kneeled in front of me and undressed me, lifting my dress over my head. I was now naked except for my strappy high heels. She said, "Your last dare is to start an orgy." I nodded, smiling, and helped her take off her white blouse, then her mini skirt. The others had climbed on the giant couch with us and began to undress too, except for Katie who was standing off to the side, being a little shy. I waved her over to me, and helped get her mini dress off of her, revealing her gorgeous, slim body with a set of full, perfect breasts with little, engorged nipples capping them. Theresa turned to Katie and wrapped her arms around her and began making out with her, pushing her tits against the blonde girl's so that their hard nipples were rubbing against each other. They collapsed onto the couch in a heap, writhing in a wild, ferocious make-out session. I was so glad to see Katie letting down her hair, so to speak. I had only a couple of seconds to observe them before Sebastian stood in front of me, naked now except for his socks, and offered his big, throbbing cock to me. I looked at it pulsing in front of me for a second, excited to play with it. I wrapped my fingers around it and rubbed its dark pink, shiny helmet on my parted lips, darting my tongue out to taste a gooey strand of pre-cum. I smacked my lips, and staring into his eyes like a good little slut, said, "Mmmm, yummy." He loved it and laughed. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, then pulled back, letting a tendril of the pre-cum stretch out, then slurped it up, showing him how much a good-girl-gone-bad like me could worship his cock. Then I opened my mouth, grabbed his buttocks, and swallowed as much of the thick length of his shaft as I could, relaxing my throat as much as possible. He grabbed handfuls of my long brown hair and began to fuck my face. I gagged a bit, and teared up a little, but loved the feeling nonetheless of that dick driving deep into my throat, of him using me as his little cocksucker. It was weird because normally I would never want to be treated like that, but in these circumstances, with a guy as beautiful as Sebastian, and as intensely horny as I was, "normal" was out. I felt someone else's hands touching my ass as he fucked my mouth. I had no idea who was feeling me up now, but it was one or more of those college boys. I felt fingers entering my labia, and slipping inside my cunt. Other digits played with my asshole, taking my pussy juice and lubricating the tight ring, then inserting a finger in there. The sensations were intense, and my stomach was doing flip flops as I couldn't believe that some stranger or strangers were brazenly feeling me up like this in a crowded room, including my tender, virgin anus. I was helpless to stop them and couldn't even turn around to see because of the Sebastian's dick pushing its way down my throat. The whole thing was crazy, and just getting crazier. Sebastian pulled the length of his slippery shaft out, with long tendrils of pre-cum and spit stretching from its glans to my lips. He grunted, "I need to fuck you right now." He fell on his back and repositioned me so that I was straddling him and could sit down on his cock. He was in charge and I was his sex plaything and I loved it. I grabbed hold of his massive erection and placed the tip at the entranced of my pussy. I moaned as he pushed it in, stretching me, filling up my pussy to its molten core. I shuddered as an orgasm washed through me, and leaning forward put my hands on his chest as his cock plunged in and out of me. I lost all my inhibitions and staring down into his eyes, moaned, "Fuck me, Sebastian. Fuck the shit out of me!" Suddenly a shiny, hard cock appeared next to my face. I looked up to see who it belonged to. It was the cute college guy, Corey. He raised his eyebrows, as a question. I looked at Sebastian and he smiled and nodded. That was all the encouragement I needed, and I opened my mouth to take in this stranger's dick. Another climax began to gather in my liquefied pussy, fueled by the dual fucking I was receiving, and I was more turned on that I ever thought possible. My entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat as I figured out the right rhythm of slamming down on Sebastian's shaft while letting Corey slip in and out of my throat. I was able to take his whole member down to its base, and his balls slapped against my throat at the end of his thrust. It was amazing. At that moment, someone pushed something in my ass—I wasn't sure if it was a cock or their fingers or what. The feeling of this new invasion in my nether hole was insane. I was getting fucked in all three of my orifices, and that was the final straw! A colossal orgasm rolled through my body like a freight train. Contraction after contraction convulsed my body, emanating out of my exploding pussy. After a moment of this blinding sexual ecstasy, everything went dark, and I think I passed out for a moment from its intensity. As I came back to consciousness, I looked up to see Corey's face in grimace. He was now jacking off, standing over me while Katie and Theresa had squatted down to hold me when I had my orgasmic black out. A moment later he said, "Fuck, yeah!" and sprayed ropes of his milky white cum on my face. Some landed on Theresa and Katie too as we were all cuddled together over Sebastian. Sebastian looked up at our cum-streaked faces and groaned, "Holy shit!" and his mouth opened in a silent climactic scream as he pushed up into me as far as he could go and shot his cum into me. I came again in another wave of pussy clenching pleasure, as Katie and Theresa licked Corey's cum off my cheeks. Another two of the college kids, Brian and Fred stepped forward, stroking their erections, and letting out a yell, both shot jets of warm, milky cum onto us, delivering white stripe after white stripe on our faces. The whole thing had become an insane orgy, and I had never cum so much in my life. We all collapsed in a sweaty, cum-drenched heap on the giant sofa. Sebastian spooned me, wrapping his arms around me and asked, "Are you okay?" I shivered with delicious pleasure as I basked in the warm glow of a mind-bending orgasm the likes of which I had never experienced before. I nodded, and whispered, "Yes, I'm very okay." * * * I somehow got myself cleaned up and found my dress and went home in an Uber car. When we pulled up in front of my parents townhouse on 81st Street, I noticed a cop car parked in front with lights flashing. I thought, I hope nothing's wrong. When I went inside, two detectives approached me and told me my parents had died in a terrible car accident between two cabs. This night had changed my life in ways I never could have imagined. My brother came down the stairs and we hugged, clutching at each other for dear life. Natasha's Truth or Dare "Is everything okay, guys?" She asked, surveying the room. Everyone in the room nodded in unison. I blurted, "Oh, yeah, mom, everything's awesome!" She pursed her lips, sensing we were hiding something. Moms sense these things somehow. "Natasha, it's you and seven guys. Isn't that a little out of balance?" My brother piped up. "It's fine, mom. I'll make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. What would happen anyway? You remember everyone, right? From the soccer team? It's Sebastian, Tom, Frank, Miles, Jay, and stupid over there, I mean, Tim." Each guy waved and smiled innocently at my mom as their name was called. What actors they were! She cast a disapproving eye on my outfit. "What are you wearing, Natasha? Did you grow up in a trailer park or something?" I blushed a little. It was much more revealing than anything I would normally wear to a party like this. I clamped my knees together to make sure she couldn't see up my skirt—she was at the right angle to do so since I was sitting back on the couch and she was standing a few feet away. The last thing I wanted was for her to see that I wasn't wearing any panties. I mumbled, "Alina picked it out for me. I didn't want to hurt her feelings or anything." Gavin punted. "Give her a break, mom. This is like what all the girls are wearing now. Do you want Natasha to be a nerd?" Her eyes landed on the two dresses that were sitting on the ground near the couch. I could see her trying to process why there would be two dresses there. "What are those? I quickly whisked them up from the ground. "Oh, these? Alina was going through my closet and picking out pieces she wants to get for herself. She was like window shopping in my closet." My mom came over and took them from me. "Well I don't want them to get ruined. Dresses like these don't grow on trees you know." I had no choice but to hand them over to her. Tucking the two dresses under her arm, my mom walked over to me and gave me a good night kiss on the cheek. I scooted forward on the couch for the kiss—if she went just a couple of inches further, she would see the two naked girls crouched behind the couch. But she didn't. She waved to everyone and said, "Have a good night everyone. Behave yourselves. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." The guys responded with a chorus of, "Goodnight, Mrs. Jones." We all sat quietly while we listened to my mother's footsteps go up the stairs. She seemed to take a long time, almost like she was waiting for us to start carrying on the way we were before being interrupted. Then we heard the door creak and close shut, and we all let out a big sigh. That had been close! Theresa and Alina stood up behind the couch, and looked around. Alina croaked, "Your mom took my dress. How am I going to get home? I can't go like this!" She looked down at her nakedness. Theresa shrugged, "I guess we're going home naked." I laughed, "Of course you're not. I have so many clothes you can borrow." The spell we had been under had been broken. But Gavin took charge. "So where were we? You two owe me a sixty nine I believe?" Alina hesitated. I could tell she was feeling a little awkward standing there naked while almost everyone else was still fully dressed (except Theresa). "I don't know... What if your mom comes back? Maybe I should just go home. Nat, can you go upstairs and get me something to wear?" Theresa took her hand and tugged her back toward the circle. "If Nat's mom comes back, then we know where to hide. Come on. I'm dying to eat your cute little pussy." That made Alina blush, and she submissively followed Theresa back to their little stage in the midst of the group. She couldn't resist her. Theresa nudged Alina to lay down on the large ottoman on her back. Theresa climbed on top of her. We all scooted forward in our seats to get a closer look. Theresa parted Alina's thighs with her hands, and then dipped her head down between them. Meanwhile Alina lifted her head so that she could lick Theresa's pussy that was hovering just above her face. It was hot as all hell watching these two girls begin to give each other head. I had seen it in porn videos on the web, but seeing them tongue each other's wet sex in real life up close like this was so hot. They began to lick each other like kittens furiously lapping up milk. Theresa had her arms around Alina's legs as she ground her mouth on her clitoris, making my friend whimper with intense, unadulterated pleasure. This caused all the guys to cheer and hoot in approval. I could see they were all shifting around to accommodate the tent poles in their pants. I was beyond horny, sopping wet, and was dying to touch myself. I grabbed a throw pillow that was behind me on the couch and put it between my legs so that the corner was pressed against my clit. I had to do something. My brother saw what I was doing and smiled at me. He mouthed "Good party, right?" I smiled and nodded. This was beyond anything I had ever experienced. It felt like anything could happen at this point, and probably would. Then I saw Gavin lean forward and take the bottle and deliberately give it a little quarter twist so that it was now pointing at Sebastian. My brother said, "Your turn, dude." I could see they were in cahoots together, sharing some nefarious unspoken plan. They were the alpha males at this party, and what they wanted was what would happen. Sebastian said in a low voice, "I dare Natasha to daisy chain with Theresa and Alina." Theresa had just inserted two fingers into Alina's pussy, but now she paused. I thought, uh oh, here goes. But I wasn't going to say no to Sebastian. What he wanted, I would give, and it didn't matter what it was. I stood up and peeled off my cropped tank and then unhooked my bra, shrugging it off and letting it fall to ground. My nipples were rock hard and engorged. I was standing in front of Sebastian, and he reached out tweaked a nipple with one hand, while with the other he unfastened my leather mini and yanked it down my legs. It was like one of my masturbatory fantasies come true—Sebastian was taking my clothes off. When my skirt was around my ankles, he sneaked in a caress, running his finger tips along the inside of my thighs, causing me to shiver with pent up desire. Everyone had watched me getting undressed in silence. Theresa and Alina separated and sat up on the ottoman and watched too. Like the other girls, I kept my Gucci sandals on, but otherwise I was now completely naked. I joined them on the ottoman, and we all lay down on our sides with one leg bent. I was situated so that my head was near Alina's pussy, and Alina's near Theresa's, and Theresa near mine. Sebastian whispered his encouragement. "Do it. Suck each other's pussies, girls." I gently inserted a finger in Alina's glistening pussy. She was biting her bottom lip in anticipation, and let out a big sigh as I touched her. Then I removed my finger and dipped my tongue into her groove, allowing my tongue to slowly caress her slick labia, and then her engorged clitoris. I heard Alina whimper. She was overcome with the sensations my tongue was stirring in her sex as I plunged it in, again and again. I sucked her clit into my mouth hard and she let out another little cry. The sounds of pleasure she was making were so hot. I felt Theresa's fingers touch my pussy. I too sighed with pleasure. At last! I thought I was going to explode soon if she didn't start soon. I need to cum badly. Slow and deep her fingers explored my pussy. Then her hands grabbed my thighs for leverage and she began to lap at my font. I was tingling all over with sexual tension and began to rock my hips back and forth on Theresa's face. I plunged my tongue back in Alina's pussy, really getting into it, my face getting covered with her slick juices. Alina cried out in pleasure, "Oh God, Oh fuck, Oh God.... Lick my clit just like that." She began convulsing as she came. She was suddenly silent and was shaking from her orgasm until she could hold herself no longer and let go in a scream of "Yes, Nat, fucking yes!!"Just as Alina was coming down from her climax I felt Theresa's head move away from my pussy. I groaned with frustration as an orgasm had started to build in me, like a wave drawing back at the beach. I didn't want it to stop! I tried to grab for her head, to bring her back, and moaned, "Theresa, don't stop, please! Eat me you fucking bitch!" But then I felt something hard bumping at my opening. I focused on the sensations and realized it had to be a cock. Someone was about to fuck me, and I had no idea who it was. It could have been any of the seven guys who were there. I quivered little, feeling hornier than I ever had in my entire life, and looked back over my shoulder. Standing there behind me, with his rampant erection oozing pre-cum from its tip was my crush, Sebastian, giving me a very intense look. It was plain to see that he wanted me badly at that moment. He wasn't asking for permission either. He just grabbed hold of my hips with both of his hands, and took possession of me. He impaled me on his huge cock, inch by inch, slowly. It was heaven and I felt like my heart was going to burst and fireworks were going off in my cunt and my brain. It was a sexual delirium like nothing I had ever experienced before. His thick cock spread my pussy more open than I thought possible. It was a religious experience to feel that thick cock filling me up with each thrust, fucking me as I pushed my ass back against his thrusting pelvis. I began to scream as an orgasm roared up from my spasming cunt, and flooded my entire body with a blinding pleasure. I had the feeling that I was going to black out, and had completely lost track of where I was and who I was with. All I could think about, feel, was the sensation of being fucked by Sebastian. My pussy exploded in an orgasmic gush as I came on Sebastian's cock and I felt him grip my hips even tighter and moaned, "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" as he too came, and emptied himself into my pussy. I collapsed face down on the ottoman, floating on the post-orgasmic pulsing of my entire body. I was panting and Sebastian was slowly pulling his softening cock out of me when I heard someone say, "Uh oh." I looked up and there was my mom, standing across the room, giving me a death stare. Mom's voice was steely as she declared, "Okay, the party is over, everyone. Get out. Now." The girls ran upstairs, still naked, and I thought, oh no, they're going to have to go home naked... Mom took their dresses!! Hopefully they would find their coats, or something to cover themselves with. I stood and mom looked at me, shaking her head, seeing Sebastian's cum dripping down from my pussy onto my glistening thighs. I grabbed a throw blanket from the couch and wrapped it around me and mumbled, "Sorry, mom." I scampered up the stairs up to my room, leaving a trail of cum drops along the way, as she turned off the lights in the basement. I could picture her shaking her head, wondering how her little girl had grown up so fast. There would be hell to pay for what I had done. But it was so worth it.... This had been the most exciting night of my life. This had been the night I became a sex addict. THE END This story is a submission for the Winter Holidays Story Contest. If you enjoyed it, please vote... Thank you!