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Truth or Dare

By: Sabineteas



Lynn and her 4 girlfriends, Liz, Ashley, Maria and Debbie were at Liz's house. Her parents were gone for the weekend and they were trying to decide what to do. Ashley suggested that they play "Truth or Dare", and that the first time everyone had to choose dare.

They all agreed and everything was fairly normal until it was Lynn's turn. She did not know that the other four girls were a little upset with her because she had gone out with a guy that they all thought was hot and felt that she had been a little too smug about it. The four had gotten together and decided to try and humiliate her a little.

When it came to Lynn's turn the four got their heads together like they were deciding the dare, but they had already picked it. Liz turned to Lynn and told her that her dare was to go to this men's club and dance since it was amateur night. She was very surprised, especially when they told her she would have to strip naked. She was going to say no way, but they would not let her back out. Maria and Debbie had already gone in the back yard and stripped naked and Liz and Ashley had been sent out to run a block naked. Of course, no one had seen the four of them but the girls. Lynn wanted to back out but they would not let her.

They took Liz's car to the club and got Lynn in the contest. What they did not tell her was that they had invited her 3 next door neighbor boys and 5 guys from their class, including the hot guy she had dated. They got her to the dressing room and all left but Debbie, who was feeling a little sorry for Lynn. She told her who had been invited and Lynn gasped.

"I can't go out there and strip!"

"You have to Lynn. It was the deal we made."

Lynn peeked out the door leading to the stage and sure enough, the 8 guys were there in front row seats, with her friends sitting behind them, just waiting for her turn on stage.

Lynn sat back on a chair and thought. If she didn't follow through she might lose her friends, but even so the thought of those guys she knew seeing her was making her stomach clench. Debbie told her she had to go out front and left Lynn in the dressing room. Lynn thought some more and decided to go all out and damn the consequences.

When her turn came, she came out of the door to the stage, completely naked but for heels. She went to the middle of the stage and danced slowly, turning so everyone in the club could see her tits, pussy and ass. Even though she was embarrassed she was getting a little turned on, thinking that everyone there was getting to see more of her than they had ever dreamed they would. Halfway through the first song, she picked out the hot guy and danced up to him. Then she sat back on her ass and spread her legs wide for him, letting him look right up to her pussy. She could feel a tingling between her legs as she did this and watched his eyes as he stared right at her pussy. She reached down and with one hand slowly spread her pussy lips for him. After a few moments of rolling her ass with her legs open, she rolled over to the next guy she knew and did the same thing. She did it for all 8 of them, legs spread wide, totally naked. The guys really enjoyed seeing her, since most of them felt that they would never have a chance at even dating her, let alone seeing her naked.

After her time was up she went off stage to thunderous applause. Lynn was the only one of the amateurs who had been naked all throughout her dances. She was called back as finalist for the voting and won $200.00. She did not know, but this really pissed off Liz, Ashley and Maria.

On the way back to Liz's house the three angry girls whispered in the front seat of the car. Neither Debbie nor Lynn knew that they had invited the guys back to Liz's. They were thinking of how to really get Lynn now. When they got to the house and went inside, they grabbed Lynn and forced her down over a footstool. Liz got two belts and they strapped her legs to two of the legs of the footstool. Lynn struggled, but couldn't stop them and the stool was too heavy for her to move. She was on her knees on one side and her belly was over the stool. The doorbell rang and Liz ran to let the 8 guys in. She brought them to the room that Lynn was in and the four girls sat on either side of her. The guys stopped short when they saw Lynn. Liz handed the hot guy a pair of scissors.

"She is yours, guys."

The hot guy, who was disgusted with Lynn, who had thought that she was a "nice" girl, took the scissors. He looked at Liz.

"She looked good naked, didn't she?"

He grinned and started cutting her shorts off. When they were in pieces, he did her top and bra, then finally her panties. Lynn was again naked, but now in a private house with 8 aroused guys and 4 girls sitting back watching. The hot guy ran his hands up her legs to her pussy and started rubbing Lynn, then sticking a finger, then two inside her. She began to talk….

"No."

"Don't"

"Stop it."

"Leave me alone, damn it."

But as he fingered her she began to get wet. She couldn't help her body reaction. As she felt herself juicing inside and little trickles began to ooze out of her around his thrusting fingers, she said…

"Stop it you bastard!"

"Let me alone, damn it!"

The guy fingered her for quite a while as everyone watched. They were laughing at her, hooting and hollering as she got hotter, juicier and angrier. All of a sudden something happened that the girls did not expect. The guy undid and unzipped his pants, yanked them down and pressed an impressively erect cock to her pussy. He did not care, obviously, who was there and he pushed the head into Lynn's juicy, wet pussy.

"Oh nooooooooo, you asshole" Lynn screamed as she felt her pussy stretched open around the invading cock. She was tight, but slick and with a little effort, he was up her to his balls. He knelt behind her, eyes closed, as he felt her pussy clench on him. Then he started fucking her. His belly hit her ass on each stroke, making her ass jiggle.

"Take it out god damn you!" she screamed as he pounded into her. But he paid no attention to her. He just kept fucking her until he couldn't hold back. With a groan he slammed his cock as far as could into her pussy and she felt the squirts of his come jetting up into her pussy.

"Oh nooooo, he's coming in me!"

The guy held tight to her as he pumped his come into her hot, wet depths. Then with another groan he pulled back and his cock pulled out of her with a sticky, wet sound. He stood up and pulled his pants up and sat down with a satisfied smile on his face. Lynn was screaming to be let loose when another guy got behind her and shoved his cock into her. He began fucking her harder than the first guy, making her tits bounce, slamming her thighs against the stool. Lynn was now starting to cry, but no one paid her any attention. They were watching a thick cock stretching her open, even her 4 girlfriends. Everyone watched hungrily as Lynn was fucked again. The second guy lasted a little longer but soon his cock was shooting come into her. As he pulled away, another came to take his place, but looked at her hole and asked for a towel. With Lynn groaning, Liz ran to get one. The guy took it from her, wiped her dripping pussy and sunk another hard cock into her from behind. Not content to fuck her, he pried her ass cheeks apart, spit between them, and began rubbing her asshole. As he got it good and wet, he forced a finger into her ass, making her shriek as she felt her most private place violated.

Another one of the guys, who had been watching, got in front of her face, took his cock out and pushed against her lips. She tried to get her mouth away, but he held her head and Liz pinched her nose shut. In order to breath, Lynn had to open her mouth, and as soon as she did, a cock was in it. Now Lynn was plugged at both ends by hard, stiff cocks. The guy in front, fucking her mouth, did not last too long and shortly came in her mouth. Lynn choked on the come, but he held her head, keeping his cock in her. She had no choice but to swallow or choke. She swallowed. Tears were running down her cheeks. Come was dribbling out of her mouth. She was still being fucked, with a finger, now two fingers up her ass.

The guy fucking her was stretching her ass open with two fingers and she gave a sigh of relief as she felt his cock slip out of her gooey pussy. But then she shrieked again as she felt the tip of his cock butting against her asshole. Her shrieks became muffled as another cock was shoved into her mouth. She felt a burning sensation as she felt the cock at her ass slowly force her ass open and began to slide into her. He was surprisingly gentle, going slowly, but he did not stop until all his cock was inside her ass. Then slowly he pulled back and thrust into her again. Against Lynn's will her ass began to accommodate the hard cock, until he could fuck into her as though he was in her pussy.

"God she is tight."

Lynn was whimpering now, and before long she took her first load of come up her ass, followed by another in her mouth.

The next three guys took her up her pussy and shot loads of come into her. When all the 8 guys had had her, the entire room sat back and watched as come rolled out of her and ran down her thighs. She had come dripping off her chin and her ass was still slightly distended by the fucking she had got there.

Truth or Dare



"Truth or Dare." I asked.

We are sitting on the floor of his hotel room.

"Dare" he said. The guys always picked the dare.

"I dare you." I want to say "I dare you to kiss me" but I knew we aren't ready yet.

"I dare you to drink two shots of that tequila." I was trying to get him to loose his inhibitions.

He poured out the shots into the bathroom cup.

He drank.

"Truth or Dare." my turn.

"Truth" Girls always picked truth.

"What is your favorite position." He asked me.

I knew the game would turn to sex, but I didn't think it would be so soon.

"I like to be on top. I like to have control." I didn't know enough about him to know whether he would like that or not. I decided I would be honest and see where it led.

"Truth or Dare." I ask.

I had been fantasizing about this game for a year. I met Bill a few years ago at a conference. We hit it off right away. We started talking on the phone and planning our conference time so that we could spend time together.

"Dare" he said again.

"I dare you to show me what you are like when you come"

"What exactly do you mean." he asked with a bit of a thrill in his voice.

"Pretend you are having sex and you are about to come. I want to see what your face looks like, and what noises your make and I want to see how your body moves."

Bill took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Ohhh It's good.. it's good. I'm cooommming..."

His face tensed, then relaxed. He opened his eyes.

"That felt good. Your turn."

I got up and made myself another rum and cranberry juice and drank half. I had decided after the last time that I saw him that I wanted him. He was the exact opposite of my husband in almost every way. He was a big guy, tall and broad, always laughing. My husband was skinny and serious. I quite often fantasized about Bill when having sex with my husband.

"Dare" I said.

"I dare you to touch me." His blue eyes looked right into mine and twinkled. I felt the shock of excitement shoot though me. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn't clear on how far he would go. He was married. During one of our first talks I had asked him what he planned on doing when he retired, and the first thing out of his mouth was "Get a divorce."

"Do you want me to touch you anywhere in particular." I didn't want to overstep my boundaries.

"Anywhere you want" he said.

"Lie down on your side and close your eyes" I turned to face him.

I start by touching his shoulder. I run my hand down his arm, down his hip, down his leg. I moved behind him and used both hands to touch both legs and ran my hands up and down. I pressed hard on his ass. He groaned and started to move his hips in a thrusting motion. I continued moving both hands up and over his back. His flesh felt hard under his shirt, and it felt good to watch my hands on his body. Without lifting my hands up I moved in front of him and touched his shoulders. I moved one hand to touch his bare neck and ran my fingers down his skin until I couldn't move it any further without unbuttoning him. I moved my hands back to his neck then down his shirt touching his chest, his ribs, his belly, his hips and finally down his legs again. I avoided the bulge in his pants. I was enjoying myself and I wanted to play a bit more. I wanted to get really worked up.

"Your turn."

He opened his eyes in surprise, like he forgot we were playing a game.

"Dare" he said with his eyes boring into me.

Should I dare him to touch me, or would that be too much. I was enjoying myself and wanted to play a bit more with him.

"I dare you to masturbate in front of me." I really loved to watch a man masturbate. They were all so different in their technique. I had wondered about his for some time.

"Through my clothes." he asked.

"No" I said raising my eyebrows.

"I don't know Jen. I've never done this before" he looked uncomfortable.

"You've never masturbated before." I said in a teasing kind of voice.

"I've never masturbated in front of anyone before not even my wife."

"OK, then I win the game." I stood up and headed toward the door.

"What are you doing." he stood to approach me.

"I guess the game is over, so I'm going back to my room." He just looked at me. I guess I was going to have to do all the work here. "Unless.." I trailed off expectantly.

"Jen please stay. I want to be with you." He took my hand and we sat side-by-side on the bed.

We were silent for a few minutes.

"Do you want to watch T.V.." I asked rolling on my stomach and reaching for the remote.

He said, "What do you want to do."

I wanted to lick him all over then fuck his brains out, but I didn't say that.

"Have you ever thought about cheating on your wife." There. I said it. I asked the big question.

"Every time I'm with you," he said.

"What about you."

I paused and said "I would thoroughly enjoy having a physical relationship with a man other than my husband, but I would not let it be any more than that. I'm happily married, but I long for more sexual variety than what I get at home. So, to answer your question, I would definitely have a fling with the right guy."

The sexual electricity in the room was so strong, I could feel it and hear it. I was lightheaded from the rum and full of anticipation and longing.

Bill was still lying on his side. I resumed my touching of him. I started on his arm, lightly running my fingers down his body.

"Is this OK." I asked.

"mmmmm" He moaned. He rolled on his back.

I wanted to feel his skin. I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it out of his pants and ran my hands over his chest. "Take off your shirt please" I asked. He sat up and pulled it off.

I continued rubbing his bare skin. I started using my mouth to touch him. I love the feel of skin on my lips. I made my way up his body, first touching, then kissing all of his skin. I love the feel of his chest, shoulder, and neck. I started kissing his jaw and he turned to me and pushed me down on the bed and slammed his mouth onto mine. His warm tongue slid into my mouth and explored slowly. When he was done, I moved my tongue into his mouth. Our hands were rubbing, and his hands were untucking my shirt and feeling my skin.

"Stop" I said as I sat up.

"I need to know that you are OK with this. I don't want to ruin your life or your marriage. I would very much like to be with you tonight."

Bill's eyes were intensely looking at me.

"Jen, I want to be with you. I've always been very attracted to you. I've thought about you a lot, and fantasized about us being together here. I feel I deserve some enjoyment after everything I have to put up with at home."

I got up, finished my drink and turned out all of the lights except for one dim reading light on the desk. I grabbed his hand and helped him off the bed. I threw the comforter on the floor. I turned to Bill, and took off his belt. I unsnapped and unzipped his pants and sat him on the bed. I took off his shoes, pulled off his pants, and pulled off his socks and threw them all in a heap.

I looked at his cock. I was not disappointed. It was stretching up out of his underwear. He was gently rubbing it. It looked rock hard, and I couldn't wait to have it.

"I want to know what you like." I kicked off my shoes.

"I like it all." He almost was moaning.

"Is there anything you've always wanted to try but haven't." I asked. I started undoing my pants.

"I've always wanted anal, and a threesome, what about you." He was watching me intensely as I wiggled out of my pants. I had on a button down shirt, my bra and underpants. I undid the top two buttons of my shirt.

"I've always wanted to do another girl, and I like to be dominated, but I like to be the boss sometimes too." I reached around under my shirt and undid my bra and wiggled out of it. My button down shirt was now exposing some of my breasts, and Bill was desperately trying to get a look. I walked right up to him and put my tits in his face.

"You want these." I asked as I pressed them to his cheeks.

His hands reached up and squeezed them symmetrically. Then he started nibbling on them. They are size 42D, and I have large nipples that get rock hard. They are very sensitive, and the stubble on Bill's chin was driving me crazy even though I could only feel it though my shirt.

I pushed him so he was lying down on the bed. I took off my underwear and strattled him, rubbing my cunt right on top of his hard cock. I love that feeling of being just out of reach. The only thing separating out skin is the thin material of his underwear. I sat up and slowly unbuttoned the rest of my shirt as he watched. I took off my shirt and played with my nipples until they were hard. I then guided his hands up to them and closed my eyes while he moved his hands all over me. He pulled me down on top of him and started kissing me while moving his hands down my back touching me everywhere.

I was rubbing on his cock, enjoying his touch, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I rolled off of him because I wanted to be able to touch him everywhere. I pulled his underpants off and dropped them on the floor. I lightly traced my fingers all on his thighs up and around his cock. It was beautiful, hard and begging to be touched. I lightly traced my fingers up the length of it and back down again. I moved so that I was kneeling between his legs, and I had a perfect view of his cock. I touched his balls, lightly squeezing and pulling. I wrap my hand around him and squeeze. I swear I almost come just feeling his cock for the first time.

I start licking him from the base of his balls all the way to the head, then repeating the strokes all around his dick. When it was all wet, I wrapped my hand around it to stroke it a little bit. Bill moaned. His fists were gripping the sheets, and his hips were gently thrusting. I took my hand off and started licking it again.

This time I started going down on him, and he started thrusting into my mouth. I decided to give him what he wanted and I went down on him until I could feel the tip of his head touch the back of my mouth. I knew I could take even more, but I decided to enjoy what I was doing first.

I gave him a few minutes of fast hard sucking first. Then I moved around so that my pussy was right above his face. In this position I could push his dick all the way down my throat. The first time I did this I just kept still with his head down my throat and my lips wrapped tight around his cock.

I could feel him start to come before he said it. Every drop of his come went straight down my throat.

I got off of him and stood up.

"Are you thirsty. I asked.

I poured myself some more cranberry juice and rum. I planned on making him come this way first, so that went I finally got to enjoy him I could take my time.

He was laying there on his back with his eyes closed totally relaxed. His dick wasn't totally hard, but wasn't exactly soft yet.

"Water" he said.

I got some ice from the bucket, added water and brought it to him.

He sat up and drank. "Oh my god Jen, that was amazing." He was staring at my tits with his beautiful eyes.

"I'm not done with you yet" I said. "I still want to see you jerk off."

He looked at me with disbelief.

"Don't worry, I can wait." I said. I put my shirt back on, but didn't button it. I wanted to know everything about him. I always found peoples sex lives fascinating, but it wasn't exactly something I could easily ask about.

"What kinds of things do you like." I asked.

"I love being sucked, and I love tits."

I said "I have to confess, I really love cocks. I love to touch them and suck them and have them in me. I love to look at them and I just love everything about them. I think all this cock worshiping I've done in my life has made me somewhat of an expert. I've never cheated on my husband though."

Oddly enough I didn't even feel guilty. I felt wonderful. It was nice to be wanted and desired by someone I found attractive.

Bill lay back down and I lay next to him. He started rubbing me slipping his hand under my shirt to feel my tits. He sucked one, then the other then back again. I loved having my tits sucked.

His hands reached lower until they were touching my thighs. He hesitated a moment, then slid his finger between my legs. I was still very wet from being all worked up. I didn't spread my legs because I liked the pressure of his fingers on me.

I have never been able to orgasm from fingers alone, and I was hoping that Bill might know some moves that I didn't. I was certainly enjoying the attention.

Bill rearranged the pillows so that I was lying on my back with my legs raised on the pillows. He was kneeling between my legs and rubbing me all over. He bent down to kiss me and I could feel his dick touching my leg. I went to reach for it, but he grabbed my arm and held it down.

"Now it's my turn to make you feel good. You are not allowed to move your hands or touch my cock. Do you understand." he asked.

I nodded.

He let go of my arms and was rubbing and kissing me all over. He took an ice cube from his drink and ran it down my body, over my nipples and between my legs.

The shock of the cold ice on my hot cunt made me cry out. He pushed the ice cube up in me and brought his mouth down on me at the same time. He was gently licking my clit and sucking on my pussy lips. I could feel the ice cube melting and dripping down my legs. His tongue felt so good I closed my eyes, relaxed and enjoyed the heightened sensations I was feeling.

He was working his way back up my body, licking and sucking. When he got to my lips, I drank in the taste of my cunt on his tongue. I could feel his skin touching me as he lay on me kissing and touching. I could feel the head of his cock rubbing the sensitive opening between my legs. I was moving my hips to try and feel it inside of me, but every time I did, Bill pulled it away.

"You were told not to move, I will give you one warning, but if you move again, you're going to get spanked."

That did it for me; the thought of being spanked made me thrust even harder onto his cock. This time I almost got it in.

Bill sat up and took his cock away from me. I was so hot and ready for him.

"Please." I said as I moved my hands down to stroke my clit.

"You were warned not to move, and here you are playing with your pussy. You will be punished." I was rubbing harder now, I could feel the beginning of the climax.

He took my hand away from my cunt, and flipped me over on my hands and knees. He arranged the pillows under me so that my ass was in the air. He then took a tie from his suitcase and tied my hands together, then tied them to the headboard.

"Now you have to be a good girl."

He went into the bathroom, and came right back.

He was kneeling behind me, but he wasn't touching me. I could feel the hair from his legs on the back of my thighs. I could hear him rubbing his hands together.

Finally, I felt his hands on my back. He was rubbing me with lotion. All over my back, under my arms, grazing my tits, over my ass and down my legs.

I was moaning with pleasure, but the ache between my legs was starting to take over my body. It was getting hard to enjoy the feeling of his hands on me because I was aching so much.

"Bill, please fuck me now." I asked nicely. I didn't want to delay the feel of his cock any more.

"You still haven't paid for your disobedience." He said.

I felt the sting of his hand smacking my ass and the loud slap reached my ears. I could tell my sensitive skin would soon be turning red. He smacked me again and again. The sound of his skin slapping mine was making me even wetter. I started moaning again, but I forced myself not to move. When he stopped I closed my eyes and waited.

"Now Bill, Please. I'm being good."

I felt the tip of his cock touch my pussy lips. I tried not to move, but my body wanted him so bad I could hardly stop myself from backing onto his cock.

"That's right Jen, don't move. If you move, I'll take it away again."

"Please, Bill, Please." I couldn't believe I was begging for his cock.

My ass was still burning from being slapped. I felt the tip of his cock rubbing on my wet cunt. I cold feel him moving his cock up and down my crack. Soon my whole crack was wet from his cock spreading my pussy juice all over it. I felt the tip of his cock pushing on my ass. It was so wet it felt like it would slide right in, but he continued to tease me by just touching the head of his cock everywhere.

I sighed and relaxed. I decided to just enjoy this. I knew I would get what I needed eventually.

Bill turned me so I was on my back, my hands still tied above my head. He spread my legs and started licking me. His whole face was buried in my cunt. His tongue was everywhere, licking and tugging on my flesh.

I felt the beginnings of my orgasm.

"I'm going to come if you keep doing that" I said. I wanted him to know how good it was.

He continued to suck and lick, he put his finger up my ass, the feel of it put me over the edge. My whole body was trembling and convulsing. The warm satisfying tremors of my orgasm were spreading from my pussy out to my limbs. It was so good, I was moaning and chanting, "it's good, I'm coming" over and over.

I don't know how long I enjoyed that orgasm, but it felt like a long time. I was now ready for some serious fucking.

"Untie me now." I said.

He crawled up over me so that his cock was in front of my face. He reached up and untied me. I licked his cock as he did it.

"Now get on your back" I commanded. I was no longer willing to be submissive. I knew what I wanted.

Bill lay on his back.

"Stroke yourself," I said.

He reached down and started stroking his cock. Watching this was like a current hitting my cunt. It started aching all over again. There is nothing more erotic to me than watching a man rub his cock.

"Keep going" I said as I mounted him. I then took his free hand and held it above his head. I reached down and took his hand away from his cock and held it above his head as well. I moved my tits directly over his mouth and told him to suck them.

As he sucked my tits, I rubbed my wet cunt on the head of his cock. This time he was trying to thrust into me. I rocked up and down on his head and slowly started rocking so that his head was deeper and deeper in me. He stopped sucking my tits and I watched his face as I lowered myself onto him.

His blue eyes flashed and he moaned as I took him all in my cunt. As soon as he was all the way in me, I stopped and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. I leaned over and kissed Bill, deep and long, not moving or thrusting my hips.

I let go of his hands, and he grabbed my hips and started moving me up and down on his cock.

I could feel that tingle that indicated the start of another orgasm. We fucked fast and hard for several minutes. It felt so good to finally be getting what I've been fanaticizing about. I let my orgasm build until there was no stopping it. My body shuddered and rocked, tingling feelings exploding everywhere. It was so good and strong.

I rolled off of him and collapsed on the bed.

"I'm not done with you yet" Bill said as he started pinching my nipples. I could see his cock glistening with my juice. It was beautiful, big and hard, slightly purple at the top.

"Do you want more of this." he said reaching down to squeeze himself. As he did a few drops of cum leaked out. I leaned over to lick it up and his hands were rubbing all over me as I started to suck him.

He positioned me on my hands and knees and got behind me.

He rubbed his cock up and down my crack as he had done earlier, but this time he slid it in me. I rocked with him back and forth, enjoying the tip of his cock hitting my cervix. It didn't hurt, but excited me more.

He fucked me hard and I could feel his balls slapping against me. I was glad he came earlier, because I was enjoying his stamina now. He started to slow down, and I decided to give him an extra treat. Just thinking about it made me get wet again.




Truth or Dare



I started thrusting my hips back and forth, which forced him to be still. I slowly slid his cock all the way out of my cunt, then slowly thrust it back in. I did this several times, when his cock was all the way out of me, I rubbed my ass on the tip of his cock, all the way up and back down into my cunt.

I did this a few times until my crack was good and wet from my pussy juice.

Finally, I took his cock out, and rubbed in on my crack until I felt the tip of his cock in my ass. I slowly started fucking his cock in my ass, easing it in.

"Oh my god, Jen" he said. His grip on my hips tightened.

I thrust slowly until his cock was all the way in my ass and stopped and squeezed.

"I've never felt anything this tight on my cock, it's amazing."

"Go ahead and fuck it" I said.

He started fucking my ass slowly.

"Faster Bill, Fuck it!"

He started slamming his cock into my ass. I started to come and collapsed onto the bed, I could feel him starting to come before he said anything. I enjoyed my orgasm thoroughly as he said

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming."

I love the feeling of a cock coming in my ass. Since it was so tight, I could feel every little bit of his expanding and constricting head as he shot his load into me. He collapsed on top of me and lay there for several minutes after he was done.

He rolled off of me and we laid side by side on the king size bed. We were both spent and both totally satisfied. We slept a bit, showered and continued enjoying each other throughout the night and into the morning.

I left at noon to catch my flight home. I was looking forward to the next conference.



Truth or Dare



When I was 19-years old, my girlfriends and I went to a college football game. We were having a good time, and as always were feeling very horny. Something about being around all those football players and the testosterone of football, made us horny. We were sitting in the bleachers near the field. It hadn't slipped by us that several of the players kept looking at us. 

Well, near the end of the fourth quarter, one of my friends started a game of Truth or Dare. When it got to my turn, as always, I took the dare. I'm always up for something. Well, my friend Ann got this devilish look in her eyes. "Ok, here's your dare... you have to masturbate right here, right now with no one catching you." They all laughed and thought they had me for sure. Well, I'm always up to a challenge. 

Luckily, there weren't too many people at the game that day, so we had some room. Also, I was glad I was wearing a mini-skirt. I could do this, I thought, and now that the idea was in my head, I really did want to do this. I lifted my leg up and rested it on the seat in front of me. My skirt opened up. I rested my hand on my thigh and then slowly slid my hand up my thigh, under my skirt. I could feel how wet I was getting already and knew that it wouldn't take much for me to cum. 

My friends sat there and watched me, smiling and not believing that I was going to do this. I could also tell they were getting horny too just watching. I slipped my finger over my panties and rub gently. I slowly slid my finger inside my panties and had to fight the urge to moan. I rubbed my finger up and down my pussy, sending shivers through my body. I kept looking out onto the field, pretending to watch the game. I slipped my finger inside my pussy and then out again. I looked at my friend Ann and watched her face. She was excited. Ann and I were roommates and somehow I knew that later would be a whole lot of fun. 

I looked back out on the field and slipped my finger deeper inside me. I slipped it in and out slowly. My finger tip found my clit and rubbed it slowly. I wanted to moan but couldn't. I looked down at the players and noticed that two of the players on the bench were watching me. They knew what I was doing. I opened my legs further giving them a view and pushed my finger deeper. My orgasm was quick and hard. Pulling my finger out, I lifted my finger to my mouth and sucked it clean.

My other friends couldn't believe what I had just done. But Ann, she was watching me hard. I looked at Ann and said I had to go to the rest room. She said she'd go with me. We walked down the stairs. I took her hand and led her under the bleachers. I pulled her against me, "You like that, didn't you? You liked watching me cum?" Ann nodded and smiled. I leaned in and kissed Ann's lips gently. Instead of being scared, Ann returned the kiss, her tongue diving into my mouth. 

I was horny, I couldn't wait. I dropped down and lifted Ann's skirt. Sliding her panties down, I took a good look at my roommate's pussy. She had soft blonde curls and she was wet already. I opened her legs and flicked my tongue across her. She moaned softly. I buried my face in her sweet pussy and licked fast. Her pussy was wet and open for my tongue. I pushed my tongue up inside her and circled her clit. I sucked hard on her clit, making her moan more. Her orgasm was hard and I swallowed her sweet cum. When I kissed her mouth, she licked her cum from my face. 

It was then that I looked over and saw two of the football players standing by the bleachers. They were the two that had seen me cumming in the stands. I smiled and they came in under the bleachers. They were in their street clothes now. The game had ended and we'd never noticed. They walked over to us and without a thought, I grabbed one of the guys by the belt and quickly undid his pants. His cock was big and already getting hard. I slipped his semi-limp cock into my mouth and sucked. I looked over and saw that Ann had her own mouth full with the other guy's cock.

I sucked hard, feeling like I had to have this cock or else. I sucked on the tip and pumped his cock with my hands. When he was nice and hard, I got up and leaned against a pole, my ass in the air. "Fuck me," I said. He grabbed my ass and I felt his cock head against my pussy. He slipped in and fucked me hard. I looked and watched as Ann continued to suck on the other guy's cock. I watched as his cock slid in and out of her mouth, her lips wrapped tight around him. I moaned as I felt this guy's cock pushing hard and fast into my pussy. 

It didn't take much for both of us to cum hard. He pulled his cock out and his cum ran down my ass. I noticed that Ann had been watching all of this. As the guy's cum spewed over my ass, she walked over to me and started licking his cum off my ass. I moaned as I felt her tongue on my skin, and then down between my legs. She opened me wide and I felt her tongue against my pussy. Ann's mouth closed around my clit and she sucked. 

The other guy, whose cock Ann had been sucking, came up behind her and I felt him push his cock inside her. As he fucked her, Ann fucked my pussy with her tongue. The other guy stood, rubbing his cock and watching. Ann's mouth sucked hard on my clit, making my clit vibrate when she moaned. Suddenly, moans erupted. All of us felt our orgasms rip through. I straightened and watched as Ann took the guys erupting cock in our mouth and sucked him dry. 

We cleaned ourselves up and straightened our clothes. We arranged to meet the guys later at a party. In the meantime, Ann and I went and found our friends, who'd been waiting for us. We drove home and Ann and I had a private session of our own before we went out and fucked the guys again. I love football. What a rush!



Truth or Dare



Authors note: What follows is a very short story, a quicky if you will. It was previously listed under exhibitionist/voyeur, but I felt it was more suited to this category. I hope you will enjoy it, and let me know what you think. Thanks! 

Some friends and I were sitting around, drinking and getting bored when somebody suggested "Truth or Dare". 

"What do you think this is, Jr. High?" my oh so sophisticated friend, Allison asked. 

We all laughed at that. We where just barely in our twenties, but we thought we where so grown and mature. 

"What are you afraid of?" Jake asked. "You got some secrets to hide?" 

"Of course not," Allison snapped. 

Every one in the room laughed again. Jake said, "I don't know, you seem awful touchy. Maybe you're afraid we'll ask you about your first time and it was so long ago, you can't remember." 

"Fuck you, Jake," Allison said, grabbing a nearby coaster and throwing it at his head. He ducked just in time. "Can we just play already?" 

As soon as we started to play, we realized that we had never been able to come up with very many good ideas. But the game was fun, and we where all quickly in a very silly mood, asking about our fist kisses and first crushes. Our pretense at being "mature" quickly dissolved as we quickly got into the Jr. High spirit. 

About 3 rounds into the game, my friend Ron dared me to kiss his girlfriend Leta. Leta had curly dark hair and an exotic beauty. Her breasts were large and pressed against her white t-shirt. Her sexiness was intimidating. I looked over took a deep breathe and pecked her on the cheek. Ron was, needless to say, disappointed. 

The next time my turn came around, I had Ron again. This time he said, I dare to to feel Leta up. 

Well that was a little harder to fake my way through, plus I'd had a bit more to drink so I slid across the floor toward Lita. I brought my hands up to her breasts and rubbed them in a circular motion. I felt her nipples harden like little pebbles beneath my hands. 

Suddenly I felt a strange desire overtake me, and I brought my lips up to Leta's. She took my mouth with hers and pressed her body against mine. She groaned with desire as I worked her nipples. 

I broke the kiss just long enough to lift her white shirt up over her head. Then I continued sucking on her tongue while I unfastened the strap on the back of her bra. 

As the bra dropped to the ground, I brought my lips down to her tits. My tongue flicked her nipple a few times and them I began to lick her entire breast. Her hand had slid between my legs and was working my pussy into a sloppy wet lather. 

She ground my cunt with her fingers, up my skirt, and slid them around inside my panties. She whispered in my ear. "Have you ever had your pussy eaten?" I shook my head no. 

She pushed me back gently onto someone's lap. Then she slid my panties down my thighs and onto the floor. She picked them up, and shoved my soaked silkies into mouth. Then I watched as she dove into my cunt. The lapping of her tongue made slapping slurping sounds between my legs. Moans escaped even past the silken panties in my mouth. 

Leta continued to lap while she shoved two fingers up me, then three. She pumped my pussy while sucking my clit into her mouth and holding it there. I couldn't hold it any longer. My thighs began to quiver uncontrollably as I came into her mouth. She continued to suck, and slurped up my pussy juice. 

Then she pulled me back up, and put her cum drenched lips over mine. Hungrily I tasted myself on her salty lips. Then she shoved my head down and I found myself buried between her thighs. 

I used my tongue to explore her juicy twat. She began bucking at my face and telling me to go faster. "Shove your tongue up my pussy" she ordered. "Fuck me with your tongue!" I shoved my tongue up inside her and fucked her in and out with it. "I'm going to cum in your mouth. Are you ready?" The idea sent shock waves through my body. Her orgasm came with incredible force, and I found myself nearly drowning in sweet pussy nectar. She grabbed my hair and shoved my face into her while she came. 

Then she sat up, overlapped our legs, so we were close together with our legs spread wide. We both shoved three fingers inside of each other. "More" she whispered so we progressed to four. Then we tasted each others sweet nasty cum from the others lips while we practically fisted each other to orgasm. Our breathing got hard and fast. The next thing you know we were both squealing, screaming and begging each other to be hand fucked. 

When we came, it gushed out on the carpet our orgasms had been so intense. We collapsed in each others arms, and lay there, letting our breathing regulate. 

We had forgotten that the room was full of people- our friends- until we heard applause, and Leta's boyfriend whistle and call out- "encore, encore".

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Truth or Dare



Words inside { and } are thoughts that come from Tricia. 

Cherry, Becca, Tricia, Peter, and Sean were at Ken's house for a get to know one another a little better party. They had all been drinking and were a bit tipsy. 

Tricia was on a table dancing without her shirt or bra when she realized what she was doing and went looking for her shirt. Having no luck in finding it or her bra she sat on the corner of the love seat with her knees pulled up to try to conceal herself. She looked around at everyone else, Cherry was sitting on another love seat with Becca, Peter, Sean, and Ken were all sitting in separate chairs. 

"Hey, I have an idea!" Ken said, breaking into her thoughts. "Let's play a game of truth or dare." 

"Dude, that's from like high school." Sean replied. 

Ken thought for a second, "We could play an all sexual truth or dare?"

"OK!" Cherry answered while Becca and Tricia were nodding. 

{Maybe I'll get to make out with Cherry} thought Tricia. She had known that Cherry was bi sexual. {I wonder if Becca is too. She does hang out with Cherry.} I guess you could consider Tricia bi curious. She'd never done anything with a woman before but she daydreamed about it and sometimes masturbated to it. 

"OK, Who goes first?" Tricia asked.

"Well, since it's my party, I think I should go and since you're already half undressed, truth or dare?" 

"Truth" She didn't want to be the first to have to do a dare. 

"How many times have you had sex?" Ken didn't even need to think about what to ask. He'd always wondered, even since high school. 

"20 or so" Tricia replied. 

"With just one person or with multiple people?"

"Hey! Your questions over it's my turn. Sean, truth or dare?"

"Dare" He didn't even bat an eye. 

{hmm...I have to think of something good now} "OK. Jack off in front of us."

"For how long?" he asked.

"Until you cum." {Damn I should have said five minutes. That would have been torture. Oh well can't change my mind now}

Sean's face started to turn red while he unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down. With a little more enthusiasm he pulled out his half hard cock. He began to stroke it slowly.

"Wait!" Becca said, "Let's keep the game going."

"I'm going to get some more beer." Peter said as he got up and headed to the kitchen. 

{I guess this is all making Peter a little nervous} Tricia thought.

Sean continued to stroke his now fully hard eight inch cock as he looked at Cherry. "I dare you and Becca to make out for me." He didn't even bother to ask if she wanted truth or dare. 

Cherry looked at Sean, "You just had to make it my best friend. Why can't I make out with Ken?"

"Oh come on Cherry we're both pretty drunk and I'm horny." Becca commented.

Cherry looked at Becca with a look of surprise but leaned in the kiss her anyway. 

{Wow. Maybe Becca is bi sexual} Tricia thought. 

Soon the two girls were really getting into it. They each had there mouth to the others and their tongues were battling. Cherry was playing with Becca's nipples through her shirt. Peter returned from the kitchen and as he came into the room his eyes wondered to the girls making out. His face flushed a brilliant color of red as he sat down. 

{Hm...He doesn't seem to be interested in girls making out either, maybe he's gay.} Tricia thought to herself. 

A moan escaped Sean's lips as spurt after spurt shot out of his cock and onto his chest and down onto the floor.

"Man, why didn't you say you were gonna cum I would have gotten you a towel or something." Ken yelled playfully. If anyone would have looked closer at him they would have seen that the front of his pants were straining to hold his erection in. The game continued where it had left off. 

It was now Cherry's turn and without blinking she looked at Ken and noticed his erection and felt somewhat bad for him so she turned her attention to Peter. 

"Come on Cherry. Maybe since Tricia is already half undressed you could get her to suck me off."

{Horny dog} thought Tricia.

"No, I think I can do better than that. I dare Peter to give you a blow job."

"Hey! I'm no fag!" Ken practically yelled.

"Well, it wouldn't make you one if you're not the one giving it." Becca announced.

"OK. What do you say Peter?" Ken asked.

Peter's face flushed alittle but he turned to Ken and scooted over to him to kneel in front of him. 

{Yep} thought Tricia {He's gay}

Soon Ken's pants were around his ankles and his cock was pointed right at Peter. Peter tentatively took it into his hands and licked the tip sending a shudder through Ken. He continued to lick it as Ken said, "Keep the game going. Since Peter's a little busy I dare Tricia to eat out Becca." 

{Oh shit} Tricia thought {Come on Becca say something so I don't look like a fool.}

"OK. I'm really horny after making out with Cherry, so why not." Becca said.

With one last look at Peter who now had his head buried in Ken's pubic hair she lowered herself in front of Becca. Becca slipped down her shorts and panties and put her legs up on the edge of the love seat. Tricia leaned down until her nose almost touched Becca's already wet pussy. She inhaled the sweet, musky scent and hesitantly stuck her tongue out until it touched her outer lips. She moved her hands up and spread her lips open and ran her tongue from her wet little hole to her clit. She circled Becca's clit with her tongue while she slipped a finger inside her. She heard Becca moan at this and pulled her finger back out. Becca whimpered, feeling empty until Tricia jammed her finger back in. She got a rhythm going with licking Becca's clit as fast as she could. Soon she felt Becca's pussy contracting around her finger and Becca let out a load scream. Tricia felt Becca cum around her finger and pulled it out leaning down to lap up all her juices. She pulled her head up and looked at Becca who had her eyes closed and her head tossed back against the love seat. Her eyes flickered open and she looked at Tricia. 

"That was great! I've never even had a guy eat me out like that before." 

When Tricia got her senses back she looked around the room and noticed that Peter was still giving Ken a blow job so she leaned back against the love seat and watched. Becca sat up and wrapped her arms around her and they sat there cuddling. She looked for Cherry and noticed that she was in the corner making out with Sean. {Wow. They're the only straight couple here.} she thought with a laugh. 

Very soon she heard Ken grunt and saw that his muscles tightened and she wondered if Peter would actually swallow it. Ken didn't even move to pull away and neither did Peter. 

When Ken came it went right down Peter's throat and he continued to swallow until Ken pulled away. 

Peter scurried back to his chair and sat down. Tricia could see a blush starting at his neck and working its way up. Ken noticed to and said, "Dude, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You just gave me the best blow job of my life." Peter's eyes got as big as saucers and he got a big grin on his face. 

{Maybe things will work out for Peter. Hey, maybe things will even work out for me.}



Truth or Dare



Truth. Dare. Double-dare. 

Torture.

Kiss.

Or promise.

She lost it on the promise. Perhaps the easiest option of all, the one she should have been most relieved to find scrawled on the bit of paper she pulled out of the baseball cap they'd placed on the floor in the middle of their small circle. She'd got through truth, she'd even got through dare. Torture she had thankfully never pulled out of the hat and kiss had been more fun than anything else. Certainly it was no challenge to kiss Davy and from his response she hadn't thought it too difficult for him, either. She had laughed, embarrassed and brushed his lips with her own. He had pushed the kiss deeper, but though it was his tongue which explored first, she responded in kind and they did not part until the watching, bored Brett complained there were three in this game, not two. 

Brett's words had registered with her, for all she had been reluctant to acknowledge much beyond the feel of Davy's mouth deliberately rough against her own, his hands gripping hard around her upper arms so that the next day there would be bruises there, the imprints of his fingers. She'd heard Brett and she had tried to pull back, she really had tried. Only Davy's hands had tightened even harder around her and for one startled, jolting second she had thought Davy was not going to let her go. He was not going to allow her to break off that kiss until he was good and ready and he chose the moment to do so, for not a second later he broke away himself anyway, with one of his typical laughs. The moment was so brief she at first thought she might have imagined it. The grin on his face, however, knowing and conspiratorial, told her otherwise.

It had made her laugh. He had been teasing her because she'd been forced earlier, when choosing 'truth' from the hat, to reveal a few core sexual fantasies and he was subsequently quite aware about her preference for dominant men, the kind who knew how to really take control. Embarrassing truths, confessions she'd never before revealed to anyone and indeed, with some of them, had a hard enough time admitting even to herself. But she had picked out truth and he had directly asked and she had had no choice but to tell, that was the game, after all. 

Still, she wasn't the only one who had been forced to reveal such personal, embarrassing truths. Brett had also found himself facing similar questions, from her this time, but Davy hadn't been able to deal with his answers so easily and subsequently they'd moved on more quickly from him. Brett's fantasies, of course, had been all about men and what he liked to do with them and Davy, for all he had long known his best friend's sexual orientation, still got uncomfortable when hearing any of the details. As it had been her turn to choose the questions and Brett's obligation to answer in having pulled 'truth' from the hat, Davy'd had no choice but to sit and listen. She'd drawn it out as long as possible before he started to complain, her attempt to get him back for making her reveal her own never before admitted sexual preferences. Turned out that whilst she liked dominant men, Brett was rather fond of the submissive ones. Which meant he was full of ideas when it had been Davy's turn next and he had drawn out the unanimously dreaded 'torture'.

That had all been some time ago. The three of them sitting in a circle on Davy's living room floor, a baseball cap between them with six small screwed up bits of paper in it, each containing one word written upon it: truth, dare, double-dare, torture, kiss or promise. Just an expansion of the old 'truth or dare' game, except you didn't get a choice in which option you answered, you just pulled one randomly from the hat. The other two had to take it in turns to come up with appropriate questions or actions or, as in Davy's case, tortures, he being the only one unlucky enough to have drawn that option as yet. She didn't even think he'd known what it was Brett had thrown him in his response to that, Brett laughing low as Davy fumbled the catch and then frowned suspiciously at the squat, rubber object he obviously had no idea what he was meant to do with. When Brett told him, to the background cacophony of her hysterical laughter, that it was an anal plug, Davy only sat and stared at it, utterly aghast. 

It wasn't real torture, of course, at least not in the physical pain sense, for this was only a game, after all. Yet perhaps it was not so much the physical edge Brett was thinking about when he came up with this answer to Davy's 'torture'. Certainly, the psychological distress for Davy, the only simultaneously hetro and sexually dominant one amongst them, when forced to wear an anal plug for the rest of the night, was undoubtedly more painful for him than the actual physical experience of it. Brett revealed a subtley then she hadn't expected from him, but one she certainly appreciated and by the appalled look on Davy's face, so did he.

He'd tried to argue for anything else, first using logic, then anger, then just plain desperation, but neither she nor Brett would let him out of it. It was too good a choice of torture, too perfect for Davy and chosen by one who knew him too well. He could not refuse to wear it, that would not be within the rules of the game, but when he'd eventually given in he had at least been determined to insert it himself, in private, well away from their keen eyes. Neither Brett nor herself had been able to deny him that, but they had been able to insist at least one of them be present when he did so, to prove he did actually put the thing in. He had chosen Brett. 

That had been a real surprise. Not only for her, but for Brett as well, not that he was going to argue, the grin on his face echoing his growing hunger as Davy so reluctantly chose him. Indeed, Brett looked almost predatory at this surprise development, a bonus he would never have expected to receive. They were old friends and Davy had always been the first to fight for his friend's right to have sex with whomever he wanted of whichever gender he wanted, but for all that he had still never managed to conquer his own personal aversion to the thought of sex with another man. Davy just didn't deal with the idea of it well and for all he tried hard, he never could quite hide just how deeply uncomfortable it made him feel. 

Brett found his squeamishness amusing, teasing him occasionally, but respecting his discomfort for the most part. Which was why they were both so surprised when he chose Brett, and not herself, to witness and ensure he wore the anal plug. Even considering the fact Brett undoubtedly knew better than her how to use the thing, surely letting Brett do that to him was getting a bit too close for comfort for Davy? Yet he said nothing more, he merely gritted his teeth and turned from the room in silence, refusing to react to her suggestive comments. She had watched his face eagerly upon their return, but he had refused to meet her eyes, his cheeks somewhat red and snapping angrily at her when she asked some teasing question along the lines of if he were comfortable. She'd laughed, looking to Brett, who had only nodded to say it had been done, which was pretty obvious from Davy's bad mood as it was.

He ganged up with her to get his own back on Brett in the next round. Brett ended up with 'dare' and, technically, it was her choice of dare to give him, but Davy knew him better and offered a suggestion she was unable to pass up. There was a boy Brett had a crush on. Ten years younger at least, not even out of his teens and only a year or two legal, sweet faced and innocent and Brett had been mooning about him for weeks, or so Davy said. He had his phone number, too, for the boy had given it to Brett himself, but Brett had been too nervous to use it, a fact which easily made the decision for her. 

She didn't merely dare him to make the call, their game had progressed far beyond that by now. Rather, she dared Brett to call and seduce him, over the phone, whilst she and Davy remained in the room and the phone was on hands free, so they could hear everything that was going on. They had to promise not to make a sound, they weren't trying to destroy Brett's chances with the boy, after all, she just wanted to listen in. And, surprising them for the second time that night, so did Davy.

She thought she knew why. Davy knew how uncomfortable it would make Brett, with his principles and his standards and his never ending talk of wanting only serious relationships, abandon all his usual moral codes and simply just seduce his crush for a bit of casual phone sex, with the two of them listening in. To be forced to use the boy for their entertainment, without the young man even knowing. It was no wonder Davy determined to conquer his own shuddering response to listening in to what would amount to gay male phone sex, it all being in the greater cause of his getting revenge on his friend for making him wear that anal plug.

That was the point she first began to see there was a sadistic side to Davy she had not truly been aware of before this night and she watched him with interested eyes as Brett argued and pleaded and tried anything he could to get out of the dare. Indeed, throughout the subsequent phone call, it was Davy's reaction as much as Brett's she was keen on understanding. Neither of them looked at her, Brett was too embarrassed by their witnessing what turned out to be a very private phone call indeed and Davy was too intent on making his friend squirm as much as possible, never once taking his eyes from him. He kept his dark, solid stare directly on the other man and he made sure Brett knew it, too, never losing that slightly triumphant half smile Davy liked to affect when he had the upper hand.

Too caught up with watching Davy, she had not expected to be so affected by the detail of Brett's phone call herself. It came as a shock when she realised that she, too, was beginning to slide into the web of words Brett spun for the boy on the other end of the phone, her eyes flickering unconsciously from Davy to Brett, her concentration moving almost unwillingly from one to the other. She knew little about gay sex, not surprising considering she, like Davy, was quite hetro and had never really known any gay guys before knowing Brett. So she hadn't expected it to make her so breathless, she hadn't expected the warmth she began undeniably to feel between her legs, making her shift uncomfortably and squeeze her thighs tightly together, as if that could make it stop. 

Her kiss with Davy had been too brief for her to need to analyse her own physical reactions, even when he had fully dictated the length and breadth of their touch. She was currently trying very hard not to admit to herself how his earlier forceful questioning had made her feel, ignoring that one altogether as simply too hard to understand. And she had told herself that watching Brett demand Davy wear that anal plug had only made her laugh; amusement, that was all. Yet now she could not deny it, she could not deny her own physical response to listening to Brett's slow, detailed descriptions of the kind of sexual acts she, by simple definition, would never be a part of. 

Brett knew what he was doing. He was experienced and he was dominating and he was very, very good. Perhaps he had been initially reluctant, but once he had accepted he had to do this, he seemed simply to try and block the two of them out and concentrate only on the boy, the crush he'd fantasised about for weeks. That boy on the other end of the phone, the one who revelled so willingly in the explicit sexual detail. Who moaned so softly and begged so sweetly, until she was simply staring at Brett as hard as Davy was, her mouth held slightly open, stunned and hot and breathing far too heavily to hide what she felt from either of them. 

She could not deny the fast growing need between her legs, nor the real wetness there also, as her cheeks flushed red and she felt almost ashamed by her own desperate reactions to this very illicit phone call she was only meant to be silent witness too. She was aware, too, of the dark, commanding half smile on Davy's face as he watched Brett's own deep discomfort and unease and she knew how much Davy was enjoying seeing that, perhaps even as he did so feeling that anal plug he was forced to wear and taking pleasure from his revenge over it. Davy in control, of himself, of all around him, just the way he liked it and she tried to hide her own response to that from him, for she was beginning to suspect how dangerous it could be to let him know such things. Yet she could not hide her reaction to Brett's words, not when she was almost as lost in that call as the boy Brett was taking for such a ride.

He spoke plainly, but in such detail. Describing the feel of his lips on the boy's skin, of his hands as they slid firmly across the boy's chest, up over his shoulders, down his arms and then taking his hands and pinning them behind him. He described the boy's bonds, the feel of the rope tight around his wrists, his helplessness as he struggled, his vulnerability, and Brett's own enjoyment at watching him twist and writhe so. It was all words, but she couldn't break free any more than the boy could, listening to Brett describe the sheer length and width and feel of his hard, hard cock, the excrutiatingly slow manner in which he would slide it into the other man, and the way he would make the boy beg for it. The sound of the boy's voice as he did just that. 

It was only a phone call, they weren't even in the same part of the city let alone the same room, and still Brett managed to reduce the boy to a desperate, pleading mess merely with his words alone, he begging for release, literally, only able to achieve it when Brett gave permission, the boy pleading so sweetly for Brett's attention, his permission, his domination. And then it was all over, as suddenly as it had begun, and she was just left gasping, and trying very hard to hide it.

Her eyes met Davy's quite unwillingly as Brett hung up that phone. She realised then, too late, that he had been watching her for some time, noting her reactions to Brett's call just as closely as he had been watching Brett. She had given something away to him then, something he could use, as he had already hinted he could use the answers she had given to his most detailed and pervasive questions earlier. When she had chosen truth and he had made her tell him exactly that. His questions had been demanding and they had been invading and they had let her leave nothing to the imagination. She had been forced to answer in the kind of detail that had both embarrassed and humiliated her, and had left her feeling so hot and flushed she hadn't quite known how to deal with it and was trying even now to deny it. 

The fact was, Davy had known exactly what to ask and how to ask it and she'd been unable to refuse to answer, no matter where his questions had lead. No matter he extracted from her admissions of fantasies she didn't even want to admit to herself, let alone anybody else. Peering into the dark, dark corners of her mind and body, tracking down her most deeply buried secrets, and then tearing her open for his edification and amusement alone. Fantasies of domination, of submission. Even, distressingly, fantasies of rape. He had cornered her into that one, words as weapons she was helpless to defend against, but how could she deny such things when he pressured her so hard? And yet how could she admit to it when she did not even understand it herself? 

It left her confused, more so because it had left her wanting so badly. She hadn't like to admit, even to herself, that she might have enjoyed his humiliating questioning, Brett's laughter, his demands. Now, after listening to Brett's phone call, she could no longer deny any of it. That time, after her questioning, it had been her who had been unable to meet their eyes, her cheeks bright red, just as not long later Brett would do that to Davy, and right now, Davy was doing it to Brett.

Was it because it was so illicit, that phone call, that it made her identify with the young man so readily? That it made her want to be in his place, except not just with words, but for real, bonds tight, hurting her wrists as she struggled, vulnerable, helpless against one who knew exactly how to take all he wanted? Was it the power relations between them, the control Brett took from the moment it became clear the boy was just as willing? The boy's eagerness for the teachings and advice of the older Brett, his immediate willingness to do exactly what Brett told him, so quickly submissive? The submission of the boy to Brett's own will? Or maybe it simply the sheer release the boy himself found in these things, the utter freedom of his loud, elongated climax to which they all listened in perfect silence.

Brett faked his. The boy's orgasm was obviously very real, but Brett was ever conscious of their scrutiny, his audience, and he would not give them such satisfaction. Not that he wanted to pretend, the bulge in his pants was more than obvious and the need in his own voice was something really quite desperate, but he would not let himself give up such control in front of them. Instead he pretended, then he whispered sweet cares to the boy. Before he hung up that phone he had even arranged for them to speak again and the next time, when he was truly alone, she did not think he would fake it. This time, however, he did not dare give in, not even to his own desires. Dominant types were like that, she figured.

Silence. It lasted some moments after he had hung up. That conversation, that simple dare, had taken their game to a step beyond where it had been previously and it took them all a moment to regroup, to re-evaluate just where they were now and wonder, perhaps for the first time, just where it might possibly end. Should she stop it here, she wondered then? Was this when she should end the game, call it quits and leave the rest safely unsaid, because it was becoming a game no more, now it was starting to look serious. Her underpants were damp, her breathing was shallow and she knew she was not alone in these feelings. She should stop it. It had been a game to pass the time, to relieve boredom, something Brett had suggested and they'd happily gone along with. It wasn't meant to get this serious. Yet she said nothing. And Davy merely took his turn, reached forward and picked out another screwed up bit of paper from the hat.

He unravelled it slowly, perhaps anxiously considering the last time he had unwittingly chosen 'torture' and he sat there now with an anal plug inside him due to it. Brett and herself waited, breathlessly, to find out what he had selected and they watched as he took a deep breath, all of a sudden relieved.

"Truth," he said, quietly, and then held out the scrap of paper to them, as if to prove it. After the most recent rounds, she was not surprised. If he had not offered it, either herself or Brett probably would have demanded the proof anyway. 

"Your turn, Elspeth," Brett murmured, reminding her it was her turn to think up a question for Davy to answer truthfully. She swallowed, hard, trying to think up something, knowing it had to be good. This game might have started out innocently enough, they hadn't even meant it to become so sexual at first, but hints at sexual truths had begun soon enough and before she had known it she was revealing her most desperate, most private hidden secrets and he was accepting Brett's choice for his tortures. She was kissing Davy and Brett was engaging in live phone sex. She took a moment, her eyes flickering to Brett, then back to Davy, who waited silently for his question, his eyes obscure, his expression hard to read. She could not tell if he were anticipating it with dread, or eagerness. 




Truth or Dare



"Were you turned on, listening to Brett's phone call?" she asked suddenly, without even realising what it was she had meant to say. He jolted back, surprised, unsettled, and she knew she had hit the mark. It had been the right question; that was, the one he most definitely did not want to answer.

Brett laughed, darkly so. It seemed he had not expected her question either, but he recognised the worth of it immediately as she said it. Davy, who shied away from any mention of Brett's boyfriends, who reacted with such deep uneasy discomfort to any detail of his homosexual friend's sexual life. The fact was, he hated the very thought of it, man on man sex, and he had admitted it to Brett in the past, apologetically so, because Brett was his friend and he cared for him. And yet it had not shaken their friendship, that day as a young man when Brett had come out as gay, though they'd each had to make adjustments in their way of thinking. Davy to accept that which made him uncomfortable and Brett to acknowledge his friend's attempts at such, deliberately trying to be a little less physical in his demonstrations of friendship as Davy learnt over time to deal with it.

That Davy sat through that phone call without a flicker on his face was something which had surprised them both. Indeed, they would not have thought it possible if they had not just seen it themselves, Davy usually turned and ran at any suggestion of such detail. Now she asked if it had turned him on, if his desire had grown in the listening of it. And he was bound to speak the truth. The rules of the game made it so, after all.

Davy frowned, shifting, looking away. She only twisted her mouth in a kind of grin, amused at this one who affected such dominance all of a sudden unable to meet her eyes and for the second time that night, too. He didn't want to answer, which pretty much answered her question without his needing to say anything anyway. But she wasn't going to let him get away with it that easily.

"Did hearing that phone call get you hot?" she insisted again, her voice now lower, more suggestive, seductive even. "You've got to answer, Davy. I want to know, truthfully so, if the detailed descriptions of men fucking other men got you horny."

His jaw clenched angrily, annoyed not only by her insistence, but by her elaborate wording, her refusal to let him escape from the detail of what he had heard. Without saying anything, he nodded, just the once. A sharp, quick movement, easily missed if you weren't looking for it. She laughed low, enjoying herself, aware of Brett's loud whoop of satisfaction at such an admission from Davy. She had him.

"How hard did it get you, Davy? Come on, tell me, you owe me the truth now," she pushed in that sly, almost sultry voice, taking her revenge for his pervasive questioning of her earlier. "Did it get you hard hearing Brett describe how he would make the other boy suck his dick? Make him lick the pre-cum slowly from it, make him worship his long, thick penis with his tongue and mouth until the boy's face was covered in his cum?"

"Cut it out, Elspeth..." Davy tried to sound exasperated, but he ended up only sounding uneasy, edgy, out of his depth. Her grin grew nasty.

"Or was it the way the boy moaned when Brett described how he would turn him face down and slide his dick inside him, slowly, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside the boy and then he would fuck him mercilessly, until he was screaming out, begging for release?" she continued, her eyes not leaving him. "Did it make you hard, Davy? Really, really hard?"

"Fuck you, Elspeth," he muttered, hoarsely. "Yes, it turned me on, yes it made me hard. So be it, I admit it. Happy now?"

He was shaken badly, angry because of it; it seemed Davy did not like the tables turned back on him, he did not like someone else calling the shots. Or maybe it was simply his own reaction to it he could not handle. Brett was enjoying it, though. For all it was not his question, his laughter was loud and his satisfaction clear. It had been Davy's suggestion to have him call his crush and entertain them with such a detailed, private, personal sexual conversation as it was, so Brett was as determined to enjoy Davy's discomfort now. 

She could, of course, just leave it at that; she had her answer, she'd forced him to admit to what he did not want to admit to. But he had not allowed her such respite when forcing her to admit to sexual needs she could barely understand herself, when he had pushed and pushed until she'd been unable to deny him. So she didn't let him rest now, either. Rather, she pushed even further, despite already having her answer.

"Just how hard, Davy? How hard are you?"

He turned his eyes on her, narrowed, angry, but all of a sudden they also held a challenge within them. His discomfort suddenly vanished and he began to smile, visciously so. 

"You want to know, Elspeth? Then come over here and find out."

He spread his legs to her as he said it, holding his arms out sideways, as to make himself totally available for her to take all the proof she needed. Her smile froze, turning brittle and she immediately shut up in the face of his challenge. She had not expected him to turn it back on her, but she should have known, she should have been prepared. Instead, she had gone too far and fallen into his traps and he was far better at this than she was. There was a dark look on his face, a satisfaction in his eyes as he knew he'd cornered her and left her no escape.

"No, that's okay Davy, I believe you," she replied somewhat sarcastically, trying to make light of it, but after she had continued to push him so far, he wasn't going to let her avoid this.

"Uh-uh, you need your proof. Isn't that the way the game works? There must always be proof?" he returned and she thought of his re-entrance into the room, a grinning Brett not far behind, his cheeks red and his eyes flickering away, unable to face her and the fact she knew exactly what they had just been doing, what even now remained inside him. 

She shrugged, trying uncomfortably to grin it off and turning to Brett for support, but he wasn't helping. His grin was just as nefarious and she was forced to remember that gay or not, Brett was as dominant as Davy was.

"I agree. Proof is needed. Go get it, Elspeth," he said, with that same laugh he had used on the boy he had called, making him beg, making him love the begging. She frowned, shaking her head, trying to think of a way to tell them that she wasn't going to do it, to insist she would not, but failing. There was nothing to hold onto for her arguments, every verbal surface seemed slippery.

"Don't need to. I trust him," she told them both carelessly, afraid she sounded too nervous, because she certainly felt it. She wasn't looking at either of them now, yet she still saw Davy push himself up out of the corner of her eye and she half laughed, half shook her head nervously, not knowing what he was planning. He shuffled across to her before she had the chance to do anything more than edge a little backwards, so all she could do was simply raise her hands and shake her head and refuse to participate.

"Forget it, Davy," she told him. "If you tell me you get hard over detailed descriptions of gay male sex, then I believe you."

She said it to piss him off, to try and recapture the control she'd previously held, but he wasn't falling for it, he was better at those tricks than she was, after all. He only grinned further, then caught one of her hands as she raised it to try and ward him off. She pulled away, refusing to look at him, but he was so much stronger than she was and even as she realised with a sudden, burning spark of fright that she could not get free of his grip, he physically wrenched her hand down and shoved it hard against his crotch. 

She tried to stop him, she really did, but he had his way and she could not fight him. All of a sudden she felt him hard within his pants and beneath her fingers, she felt him straining against the stiff material of his jeans. She tried to pull back, tried not to let him involve her in this, but she could not avoid it as he pushed her fingers hard against himself, pushed her palm into his groin and the firmness of him there. Her hand unwittingly moulded over it, over him, the bulge beneath the denim, that sheer, hard length of him only millimetres of cloth away from her own skin. It made her breath short to think about it, she gasped literally out loud as her breath caught when he shoved her hand there. He refused to let her pull away, but after those first few moments she simply stopped trying, she just stopped resisting him at all. Now she merely knew what it was she felt within his jeans and her fingers began to curl around him of their own accord, just slightly, just enough to feel him. To really, completely feel him.

Without her quite willing it, her head slowly turned and her eyes moved surreptitiously across towards him again, but not to his face, rather to where he held her hand instead. As if to prove to herself with her eyes just what her touch had already told her, and she stared now, stared at him, at her hand on his groin, mouth open and breathing hard. His grip on her wrist began to loosen, but she barely noticed and she did not move her hand away. She felt dumbstruck and frozen, she felt fascinated in such a dreadful, shameful way. 

Slowly, so slowly, she began to move her fingers, just slightly at first, then more firmly as she felt him respond unwittingly beneath her touch. She began to massage him softly, that hardness at his crotch, to explore with her fingers, to push back against the straining denim. Above her, somewhere too high up to fully acknowledge right now, she heard his own shuddered breath, his own low, almost inaudible moan, but she paid it no attention. She simply stroked across his groin and pushed her hand against him, feeling him grow even harder still beneath her touch, trying not to feel pleased simply because she had pleased him, but unable to deny her own simple satisfaction in receiving such proofs he enjoyed her touch so. She could no longer help it, she no longer felt in control of herself, as if all he needed to do was command she do this and so she would.

Thoughts in her head, images she could not help. She wondered what it would look like, freed from those pants. She wondered, also, what it would taste like, the sex of this man, if he made her get down on her knees, if he forced her to take him in her mouth, all of him to the hilt and then take his cum too and she helpless against him, unable to refuse. She watched her own hand caress him as if she were unable to believe she was doing so and yet she could not move away, she could not stop what she was doing, too fascinated by the thought of his hardened sex within his pants, too entranced by his determination to have her do this for him that she could not refuse him any longer.

This time, his groan was louder, more audible as he gave himself into her touch, her careful ministrations, and it brought her suddenly back to her senses. All of a sudden, with that sound, she jolted back to reality, her fingers freezing where they were and she looking up quickly to find him grinning darkly down at her. His hands were on his hips, his knees apart to give her plenty of room and she could not have said when he had stopped forcing her to feel him, but he certainly wasn't keeping her there now.

Quickly she snatched her hand back away, holding it in her other as if she could no longer even trust her own limbs not to betray her. She did not look at him, already knowing the victorious expression he liked to use, and nor did she looked at Brett, who's laughter echoed Davy's just as loudly.

"Well. I must say, I enjoyed that," he provoked her deliberately as she pulled herself away from him, so that she could not help but flinch just slightly. Even so, she did not attempt to answer, not trusting her own voice not to shake and give away just how breathless she was. Her throat was dry, she could feel her cheeks burning red even as she sensed, rather than saw, him turn to sit back down where he previously had been. He was still laughing.

"So, Elspeth. How hard is he?" Brett's voice, teasing her almost as badly as Davy did. She swore at them both, trying to regain some of the ground she had lost, but it only made them laugh harder.

"Hard enough to please even your selective tastes, Brett," she snapped when she could, out of sorts at finding herself the victim amongst the three once again and still trying to get her breath back. "Why don't you check him out for yourself?"

She spoke on impulse, but meant what she said even as she said it. Brett's mouth opened in surprise, but it was a suddenly pleased surprise, because he had not thought of this himself and yet now that she mentioned it he only started to smile and turned to Davy. Davy's face, however, had fallen immediately upon her speaking. He glared at her darkly and she remembered his perchant for finding revenge sooner or later, that indeed, he had made himself sit through Brett's detailed phone call, which must have made him as uncomfortable as ever, merely to gain his vengeance. 

In which case, why did she continue to push him so? Why did she use every opportunity she had to set him up, when she knew he would eventually come back at her and come back at her hard? Even more startlingly, she wondered suddenly why she was not more worried about it, why instead she only met his glare with a dark smile modelled on his own, deliberately challenging him. Tempting him, though to what she wasn't quite sure yet.

"Now there's an idea," Brett said even before Davy could protest her suggestion. "I want proof, too."

"Forget it. Rules of the game might say proof has to be given, but I've done that," he snapped back. 

Brett grinned. "Yes, but what if I don't believe Elspeth and need to see for myself?"

"Or what if I wasn't sure and wanted a second opinion?" she chimed in darkly. 

Davy swore at them, but there was little he could do with them ganging up on him like that. It was how the game was played, two against one would always win out and alliances were made and broken with each round as revenge was sort and new thrills were inflicted. Now it was Davy's turn, just as it had just been hers and before that Brett's. 

"Okay. Okay then, but fuck you both," he muttered as his protests continued to fail, as he must have known they would. When the other two were ganged up against you, there was no hope of winning. And yet he had still acquiesced much faster than she had expected he would. Maybe, for all his discomfort, he had grown used to Brett's orientation over the years and the thought of it no longer disturbed him as much as it once had. Or maybe Davy, sexually dominant and controlling that he was, didn't mind once in a while being forced to give in. 

"Don't tempt me," was all Brett answered as he pushed himself up onto his knees with a pleased grin and shuffled across to Davy. Davy didn't move. He didn't spread his legs to Brett as he had done to her and he didn't make himself any more available than he was where he currently sat. Most especially he didn't look at him, rather he just shut his eyes so he didn't have to see and said nothing at all. 

But he didn't flinch back when Brett reached out one hand to lightly rest his fingers on Davy's thigh, drawing them gradually upwards, taking his time, taking his pleasures slowly. His touch was firm, but not too hard; gentle, but meant to be felt. And Davy most certainly felt it. He might not want to acknowledge who was touching him so intimately, but he could not avoid it nonetheless, it was a knowledge he simply could not get out of his head. She could see that merely in the desperate way he sat so very, very still, as if afraid to move, in the way his jaw was clenched and his eyes remained closed. Yet still he gasped unwittingly as Brett's gentle firm fingers reached that bulge in his pants, his breath still shuddered as Brett's expert hand knew exactly what to do and how to do it, and it seemed to make no difference they were all still dressed, there was something raw in what she was watching now, something clearly primal. 

She kept her eyes locked on Davy's face, on Brett's dark, knowing smile, getting his way. On Davy's torn expression, eyes still closed, wetting his lips slightly, nervously with his tongue, as he obviously enjoyed what he hated to admit he enjoyed. Brett knew what he was doing, after all, and he did not merely touch then withdraw, he let himself explore all he could, as far as you could go without removing clothing. The way he was looking at Davy now, she had little doubt that in Brett's mind he already had removed all Davy's clothing, the naked desire she saw on his face made quite plain the kind of things Brett was thinking about. And Davy, shocking her, probably shocking Brett as well, just let him do as he will. He let him do it all and he just sat there with his eyes closed and his breathing heavy and when he moaned softly beneath his breath he made no attempt to hide it.

When Brett had had his fill, he merely smiled fondly and raised his hand to softly touch Davy's cheek, despite the other's face still being turned well away from him. Then he simply sighed, resigned to knowing that would be the most he'd ever get from Davy, and made to sit back again. Davy's eyes only opened as the other began to move away, but when they did, they were looking directly at her. She jolted. His expression was both darkly angry and full of lust.

Neither herself nor Brett expected it when Davy turned quickly and grabbed Brett before he could move fully away. Reaching out and hooking his hand around the back of the other man's head, dragging him back down quickly, forcefully, and all of a sudden planting his lips hard on Brett's own. Brett stiffened, shocked, as Davy kissed him fiercely. Not a light, half joking kiss, either, but a rough, masculine, commanding contact lasting for some long, elongated seconds, before Davy just as suddenly pulled away again. Then he shoved Brett back as hard has he had kissed him, Brett all but falling backwards at the force of it, but too stunned still to protest or even truly notice. Davy only grinned, somewhat cruelly.

"And I know you enjoyed that," he declared darkly. "So you better watch it, Brett, or I'll have you begging for me too, just as I'll soon have her."

She all but choked on her own breath at hearing that. What had been surprised laughter at seeing him kiss Brett, a burst of hilarity at Davy's unexpected, incomprehensible act, turned quickly into spluttering indignation at his subsequent words. Attempts at protest, however, were entirely undermined by her unavoidable choking cough, not allowing her to get a word out edgewise. Brett himself had only stared, stunned momentarily, then burst into utter uncontrollable laughter, still lying on the ground where he had been pushed. She didn't find it so funny. Had she only just through Davy might have picked up a liking somewhere for being occasionally forced back? The way he just regained total control of all around him certainly put lie to that one.

"You wish, Parker," she shot at him the first moment she could, her coughing only roughly under control. "In your fucking dreams."

He made a face at her. "You're only trying to avoid admitting you want me bad. Don't know what you're protesting so much about, Elspeth," he returned. "You're sitting there creaming for me right now as it is."

"Ha. Funny." It was easier to imply denial like that than to simply lie outright, which is what denying his words would probably have been. Instead, she turned her glare on the still laughing Brett. "Did he stick his tongue in, Brett? Did you get that lucky?"




Truth or Dare



Brett shook his head, his eyes alight. "No, he didn't. But I certainly did," he told her, much to Davy's immediate sour complaints that his friend was developing a tendency to kiss and tell. "Surprisingly, he let me."

"Always knew you were in the closest, Davy Parker," she turned it back on him, but it didn't have as much affect as it should have. Instead, his grin only darkened.

"It's not about gender, Elspeth Kate Henderson, you know that. It's about control. Who's got it and who's left begging at their feet," he told her, then reached forward and pushed the baseball cap, still on the floor between them, towards her. "So choose. Because it's your turn."

It was only then she realised the situation she was suddenly facing. He was right, it was her turn. What was more, it was his turn to decide what she would need to do to satisfy whatever category she would pull from that hat. Davy would be deciding what she would face; this man whom she had just done all she could to tease, annoy and disturb now held her fate in his hands. Even Brett seemed to sense this power shift and he pushed himself upright, laughter dimming as he paid somewhat more serious attention to what was going on between them. And well he might, she thought dimly as her hand reached out slowly to the cap on the floor before her. Brett could very well end up the deciding factor in this little game of theirs, after all.

"Well? Elspeth?"

Davy's voice, dark and anticipatory, determined not to let her escape. Her eyes flickered to him momentarily and she realised he was watching her hard. She knew better than to hope he would be kind, but she couldn't hesitate any longer, she had to choose and she had to do so now. Swallowing roughly, feeling their eyes upon her, his words in her head, she stuck her hand in the baseball cap and pulled out one scrap of paper, clutched hard in her fingers. Then she made herself open it and see what it said.

Fuck.

"Double-dare."

Brett held his hand out to see, but Davy didn't even bother. He only laughed. He knew she wouldn't have tried to lie about that choice, not when she thought even torture might be better than this. 'Dare' gave him free reign, it gave him choice, which meant opportunity. And she'd not only given him that once, she'd doubled it.

There was silence following her selection, silence as Davy merely watched her, thinking over his options and she merely watched him back, nervously, waiting to hear what he had in store for her. She had the feeling he knew exactly what he was going to dare her to do, that he was just letting her sweat it out for a bit first. Trouble was, it was working.

"Was I as hard as you expected when you felt me up, Elspeth?" he asked her suddenly, leaning back where he sat, a challenge in his voice. 

"Yes," she murmured, for it was impossible to deny. 

His smile turned darker and slowly he moved one leg out to the side, then the other, until he was sitting directly opposite her, legs spread wide before her.

"Then I dare you to come over here and do something about it with that pretty little mouth of yours."

There it was, finally out in the open. His words rang in her ears, at first it was difficult to comprehend exactly what he meant by them, for all his meaning was hardly obscure. But it was easy to pretend in those first few seconds that it wasn't as bad as she thought, maybe he didn't truly mean it, maybe he wouldn't really make her do this. Davy was her friend, he wouldn't do this to her, she must have misunderstood him. He wouldn't humiliate her so badly, he wouldn't force her to such sexual acts regardless of how willing she was, indeed, not caring in the slightest if she was willing, not even giving her that choice. He wouldn't force her to his pleasures just simply because he could, because his was that power. Not Davy, he wouldn't do it, surely he wouldn't...

But she knew he would. Davy, her friend, had a talent for taking power for himself and a tendency to use it as he willed and she knew very well indeed that he would do this and he would enjoy it, too. Enjoy seeing her humiliated, enjoy seeing her forced to a possibly unwilling sex act, enjoy being the one to do that to her. Enjoy, too, her mouth on his dick, for that was what he was asking, wasn't it? That was what he was demanding she do. And yes, she knew he would do it, because that was simply Davy and she had been all but outright provoking him to something like this all night.

She gulped back a shuddering breath, protests, arguments, desperate pleas all running through her head, but none of them made it to her tongue or past her lips. He was staring at her hard, but she found it difficult to hold his eyes, just as she found it suddenly impossible to find the words to refuse him. So she said nothing, as indeed, did he. He only waited for her to take up his dare and do exactly as he said.

"Jesus. Davy, maybe this ain't..." Brett began to question him somewhat incredulously, but Davy held one hand quickly up towards him, to forestall his words.

"She chose double dare. It's my turn to pick a dare for her," he cut in over the top of his friend, his voice hard, his eyes never leaving her. "So I have. What you waiting for, Elspeth? Did you not understand what I dared you?"

"I understood," she answered quietly. "But what if I refuse?"

His lips twitched, almost a smile. "You can't. That's not within the rules of the game, is it?" 

"What if I think this isn't much of a game anymore?" 

"Tough luck. Nobody ever said it was a nice game, did they?" he shot back, just as quickly. 

She turned to Brett, whose eyes flickered from her to Davy and back again, briefly indecisive. If he came in on her side, she might have a chance at stopping this here and now, before it went further than she thought she was truly prepared to go. She bit her lip, wanting to ask him to help her, but one look at his face killed the words in her throat before they even reached her tongue. 

Brett was frowning as he met her eyes, but not because he was troubled by this development. Rather, he was evaluating the situation, considering his options and she knew in the end that he would simply choose what was best for himself. Not because it was right, or more fair and certainly not merely to help her, or even Davy himself, for that matter. Brett would choose for Brett alone and she should have acknowledged that much earlier, because now it only left her trapped. Brett was as good at the dominance games as Davy was, even if his style was somewhat more subtle and he preferred to lovingly tease his partners into submission, rather than bluntly ordering their surrender. Different or not, however, it still meant she couldn't trust him.

She visibly saw him make the decision not to interfere. The decision to sit back and watch instead, maybe even to enjoy for himself. And she knew then she was to have no more help from him.

"Sorry Elspeth, but I gotta agree with him. He's right," Brett told her at last and Davy grinned broadly at the affirmation of his stance.

"Nice to know you come in on my side there, Brett old friend," Davy commented with heavy sarcasm. "Is the fact you get to watch me have my dick sucked part of the reason?"

Brett only laughed. "Perhaps. But you said it yourself, it's all about control," he admitted. "And I do like to watch someone who knows how take control. You're good at being a dominating bastard, if nothing else."

"Hear that, Elspeth? Looks like you're the one left begging at my feet. But that's okay. From what you've told us, you like that sort of thing."

She could walk out now. This was a game, one they were all willingly playing, no matter how difficult or confronting it got. Whether it be from Brett's betrayal of his crush by secretly making him perform for a silent, listening audience, to Davy's acceptance that he must allow Brett to put that anal plug inside of him, this was still a game. Yet it hadn't gone this far before, it hadn't evolved into actual forced sexual acts, at least not until this moment when she found herself trapped by his lusts and Brett's own easy desire to watch. She had deliberately tempted Davy, deliberately challenged him so, even knowing what he was like. Now he had risen to that challenge she found herself afraid. But she had manoeuvred herself into this position and now she could not avoid it.

Unable to think of anything else to do, she hesitantly pushed herself forward, towards him, still not quite sure even as she did so that she could, or would, go through with this. Their eyes were hard upon her, expectation and anticipation weighing down their stares, but she could not make herself look up and match them, she simply could not meet their eyes now. Instead, she only hovered somewhere before him, reaching that place on the floor between his opened legs, but unable to go any further and just staring, for the moment, at the crotch of his jeans. Her hands had felt there before, she knew what awaited her there. Long seconds of silence and staring. Then, because she had little other choice, she slowly reached out to try and complete her dare.

Her hands were shaking and she silently cursed them, for they made her fumble with the buttoned fly of his jeans, which gave her more seconds to think, to acknowledge just what she was doing and why. She didn't want to think, she didn't want to consider any of it, rather just do it, get it over with and be done, that was all she needed to concentrate on now. But he didn't even let her have that much, his hands came down to engulf hers, not so much helping her undo the buttons as directing her in the way to do it, not to mention ensuring she did not chicken out at the same time. Even now he taking control and she helpless to stop him. Her eyes flickered up, she couldn't help it, but his intense gaze frightened her, or at least, her own reaction to it did. There was real dark lust in his gaze, a power and brutal possessiveness which was not so kind and it frightened her to think she liked it when he looked at her that way. 

She didn't even have time to take things slowly, to try and get a grip on her own mind before he forced her to take a grip of him. His hands pushed her own down inside his underpants the very moment his jeans were undone and for the first time she felt there skin on skin what she had previously only felt through the clothing he wore. He was hard, very hard indeed, but she had known that before, she had felt that before, and as her fingers curled there was a flash of an image, unbidden, unwanted, in her head. Thoughts, visions, of what it would be like to have this inside of her, hard and masculine and so very dominant, to be impaled upon him, brutal and fast and rough. She tried to shake it out of her head, she did not want to think like that, but her body heated immediately even as her cheeks flamed red and she shifted uncomfortably beneath their gazes. Their stares left her feeling embarrassed, humiliated even. Yet that was the point, she knew enough how these games were played; she knew enough how he played and thus far he had played her very well indeed.

Beneath her hands, she felt his sex, long and thick and wet with pre-cum at the end. Slowly now she began to take it out, pushing down the waistband of his pants, pulling from his clothing that which seemed to strain to be free of it anyway. Yet when she had done so, she faltered, as if unsure what to do now, as if she were some teenager who knew nothing and not a grown woman with real experience of her own. She faltered and stared desperately at that strong, hard, masculine organ, longer than she had expected, thicker than she had thought, simultaneously frightening and fascinating. As if it were this and this alone which could conquer her, but also this and this alone which could release her from all worldly bonds, this thing which made her falter so badly, his dick within her hands.

She hesitated and she stared, but then she felt his hands again, this time at her shoulders and they were starting to push her downwards. She tried to resist at first, suddenly growing frightened, but he only pushed harder and would not let her escape.

"I dare you, Elspeth. I dare you to taste it," he whispered darkly, pushing her head down towards him. "What was the word you used, Brett? On the phone to that slut boy of yours?"

"Ah, I had him indulge in a little worship. Thought you'd be familiar with that one already, Davy, it's a useful turn of phrase in such situations," Brett's voice was laconic, amused. 

"That's it. Go on, Elspeth, worship my dick as if it were your one, true god," he all but sneered at her. "As if I were your one true god. I dare you."

She was struggling against him, knowing she would have to do it, but frightened at the strength with which he was forcing her, frightened simply of him. Brett was sitting close, she could feel him right by her side and he laughed, enjoying her fear almost as much as Davy did.

"You know, Davy, it was a double dare," he reminded them then, his timing too perfect for their purposes to be genuinely accidental. "What else do you dare her to do?"

Davy's laugh was low. He knew exactly what else he wanted to dare her to do.

"To swallow every fucking drop," he said and she gasped, but had no more time to try and protest, because all of a sudden his hands were at the back of her head and now he used real strength to drag her down towards him. She was pushed to her side with the force of it, off balance and unable to fight him as she was confronted suddenly by his sex so close up, her face to his groin, her head forced between his legs. Suddenly, this was all she could see, all she could know. He allowed her no time, she could not think or consider or struggle, she could only open her lips and take his cock all the way in and try to deal as she was suddenly, quickly, forced her down far harder than she could cope with. It made her choke, coughing and spluttering, but he would not allow her back up, not even as she struggled to breath and tried desperately not to panic.

He held her there, struggling fast, gagging on his cock as her eyes started to water and she fought with that sudden panic, the terror in being unable to breath. Yet he would not let her back up, he only held her down hard and without mercy, until in the end there was nothing else she could do. She had to conquer her panic, she had to force herself to relax, to breath through her nose and to stop fighting, because fighting only made it worse. She could not fight this. He was right, Brett was right, these were the rules of the game and he had every right to make her do this, and she had no right to protest. Making it through that initial, gagging terror taught her one thing, at least. She could not fight. She had to accept.

For several long, panicked seconds she was sprawled there, half kneeling, half lying on the floor between his legs, his dick hard in her mouth and pushed in all the way and his hands at the back of her head, holding her there fast. Then she made the conscious effort to force herself to relax, to accept this as her task, as a duty she must see to. To accept this as something she must do for him, simply because he had chosen for her to do it. Slowly, finding she could breath through her nose after all, that if she did not struggle and did not fight then she would stop gagging and choking, she tentatively began to try and move her tongue about him, to feel him as best as she could inside her mouth. 

He had dared her to taste him, to please him, and so she must. She must do all she could to provide him such pleasure, disregarding all else, whether that be Brett's eyes hard upon her, her own embarrassment and humiliation, or even the damp spread between her own legs. It was only him who mattered now, his body, his pleasure, his sex in her mouth. A focus for her worship. 

As he felt her begin to relax, to move her tongue slowly, to use her lips, her mouth to suck upon him a little now, the pressure at the back of her head began to lessen and his hands began to move away. She took this as her cue she was doing something right and so carefully, slowly, she began to draw back a little, to move a little more upon him. Not much at first, she did not dare risk pulling right back yet or taking her mouth from around him for fear of what he would do, the reprisals she was sure would come if he thought she were rebelling again. Yet she would not rebel now, she would not resist. She needed to see to his pleasure, she had accepted that now. So instead she concentrated hard on using her tongue and her lips and all of her mouth to stimulate him as best she could, to provide for him the most pleasure possible, and only hope she was good enough to please him.

At first she was too afraid to do anything but keep it very simple, her hands still shaking as she shifted her weight so she could draw her mouth further up the shaft, then back down again, swirling her tongue over the head and sucking back gently as she did so. As she explored the feel of him, however, his hands moved right away from her shoulders, falling now to his side and she began to feel him physically relax beneath her touch. Just as she had accepted her task to please him, he now accepted his own role in receiving such pleasure as his right and reward and he relaxed back to take her ministrations.

It gave her leave to experiment a little more. She felt braver now and drew right back to concentrate momentarily on the head of his penis, trying to find the most sensitive points, running her tongue over the underside, flicking it over the top, circling it slowly. He stiffened suddenly as she moved her mouth momentarily right from him and she froze in fear that she had gone too far, but he only waited, tense, to see what she would do and she quickly moved back down to him, to prove she had not been trying to disobey. She licked the shaft of him now, running her tongue along his full length, her lips moist and attentive as well, kissing it, worshipping it, focussed entirely on his sex and his pleasure and oblivious now to all else. Her tongue move around the base of his penis and she slowly ran it across his testicles, softly, gently, then taking each in her mouth, sucking just so and was rewarded by his shuddering breath above her as he relaxed now even further into her touch.

Her tongue explored him. His breath caught as she slipped her attentions further down, reaching that spot just below his scrotum and she paused there, because she knew he liked it, firm in her touch, her mouth to his skin. As she began to move her mouth back up again, over the top of his testes and up along the shaft, she brought one hand up to his balls, wet with her saliva, and ran her fingers over them gently, then over that place which had made him shudder, massaging there gently with her fingers as her mouth returned to his dick. Always she was alert to what made him gasp, what made his breath catch and shudder, so she could learn his sensitivities, learn the ways in which to truly pleasure him. It gratified her to feel him react beneath her touch, to know when she pleased him, she wanted truly to do that now, it was all that mattered. So she brought her mouth back over the top of his penis again and she paused there again, her hand caressing his balls, her tongue swirling around the head, and she knew she had to climax him now, to bring him to release. To fulfil the second part of her doubled dare. To swallow.

She welcomed the taste of him, pre-cum licked away by her tongue as she took him in her mouth again and went down as far as she could, as far as possible before she began to gag. It distressed her, however, to find she could not take all of him, that she was not even coming close, but would start to choke whenever she tried, feeling like she could not breathe. He had pushed her down further the very first time, so she knew it had to be possible, and yet as she herself moved down on him she could not force herself anywhere near as far. She tried, desperate, beginning to get anxious not for her own choking breath now, but rather because she could not do it, she could not pleasure him just as he wanted her to. She could not please him the way he most liked and how was she to prove how deeply she worshipped him if she could not do that?




Truth or Dare



This time, his hands at the back of her head were not so sudden, though they were as insistent, but she did not try to fight them now. There was a moment's fear, it was true, when she first felt them there, however he was still so relaxed beneath her, still so accepting of her touch, that she did not take his intervention as a sign of anger or disapproval. Rather, it was guidance, a teaching she must learn from. He was showing her how better to please him and indeed, she could only be grateful for this, so that she only went with it now when he once again began to push her firmly down. 

She hit the gag reflex, of course, her body automatically stiffening up though she tried hard not to let it. Every muscle, every basic instinct tried to get her to pull right back, but she fought to control it, fighting against herself rather than him now and breathing quickly through her nose as she did so. He pushed her through it, as he had known she needed him to do. His dick went right back into her, down her throat and she fought not to gag, fought to keep breathing steadily through her nose, knowing only that this was what he liked, this was what he wanted, and what did it matter if she could not breath then, for it was his pleasure alone which was important now.

Slowly, his fingers sliding into her hair and holding the back of her head tightly, painfully even, he began to pull her back up. She went with him, using her tongue as best she could, swirling it about the head of his dick, using her lips and mouth as much as possible even as he controlled her movements and her pressure. This time, when he pushed her down, he did so hard and quick and she wasn't ready for it, but she struggled to cope and he pulled her up again as quickly as he had pushed her down. Trying to go with him at first, she instead only made it harder, until she realised the best way was simply to let him have completely control, to let him use her face as he will. His hands were holding painfully hard in the hair at the back of her head, using it to pull her up and push her down, and she choked each time she went down over him, but it was only what she needed, what she deserved. She was to pleasure him and taking all of him in her mouth, her throat, her nose buried in his public hair, for that was what pleased him. If she could not do that herself, then he must show her how, but if she made him have to go to such lengths then pain was only what she deserved. 

Faster he moved her now and she knew from his breathing, from the low way he moaned beneath his breath and even from the way he shifted his hips beneath her face, that his climax was not long off. She tried to ready herself for it, to do as he said and swallow all he would give her, to take the life giving fluid of his body and be grateful for his gifts. His hands clutched hard suddenly at the back of her head, gripping her hair with a blinding, flashing pain, and his limbs stiffened. He pushed her then, pushed her head down, far, far down, until her throat was forced to totally engulf his spasming cock. 

Warm, sticky cum hit the back of her throat, coated her mouth, and she struggled automatically to try and breath but he held her down hard by that painful, agonising grip, and she could only do what she could to swallow. After the first couple of pumps, he pulled her back some and she could breath easier now as she took his seed in her mouth, swallowing fast, so much of it she could not catch it all and it dripped out from her lips across her face and chin. He seemed to orgasm for so long, his cries muffled through clenched teeth, using her to deposit his load of ejaculate, pulling her head over his dick so it all went in her mouth, or at the least, across her face. 

When, finally, he had finished, his muscles relaxing slowly, the vice grip he had on her hair loosening somewhat, she was able to pull back and take her lips from him, gasping hard. She only hovered there for a moment, her face dripping with his cum, holding it by his own wet, sticky dick as she tried to breath. He only let his hands fall back and relaxed, breathing deeply. 

"I dared you to swallow every drop, don't forget," his words, breathless and satiated, but determined to make her finish, even if he had already received his pleasure. She did not try to argue, she was long beyond fighting him and besides, he had dared her to worship his dick and leaving it in such a state was not faithfully following that instruction.

As she lay there, half sprawled between his legs, her face by his still only partially soft dick, she raised one hand to her face and wiped the cum from her own cheek and chin with her index finger. Then, slowly, she put it in her mouth and licked it clean, going through this process again and again, until she felt all the cum he had sprayed upon her face gone, swallowed, accepted as her reward for pleasuring him so. It did not make her face particularly clean, she still felt sticky across her cheek and chin where the cum had been and nothing less than a shower would change that, but she welcomed that feeling now. Welcomed the feel of the old remains of his cum drying upon her. A reminder she had pleased him, a reward for being able to do so.

She cleaned his dick with her tongue next, licking it gently, removing the ejaculate and the sweat and the saliva and swallowing it all, just as he had instructed her. She did this carefully, going over not just his dick, but right down between his legs, across his balls and all about his groin as well. She made sure she missed none and she took her time to ensure he was clean, knowing that until she had done this, she was not at all finished.

But once she had done it, she knew it was definitely over.

The world came back to her as she finally sat back and away from him. As she pushed herself up to kneel straight, her back and legs protesting from unusual angle in which she had been lying, the back of her head throbbing from where he had gripped and pulled her hair so tight. The world came back to her and she knew they were watching her each with grins on their faces, she knew this had changed things somehow, that the game had gone beyond all they had ever expected and become something else again. 

She had survived dare, double-dare even. Survived it, dealt with it, got through it. And she was only very, very glad they could not see inside her head and know just how low she had fallen when she had been sucking his dick, just how totally she had accepted his dominance over her. These secrets she would hide, if she could. They shamed her too much, as much as they made her burn.

Brett clapped as she stood up, a mocking clap, accompanied by laughter. She only moved away, trying to get a grip of her thoughts, trying to wonder how she could let Davy do that to her, make her feel that way, make her want to serve him so totally. The humiliation made her cheeks burn and perhaps she couldn't hide that, but she could try not to let them know she how confused she was by her own needs. How frightened she was at her own reaction to his brutal dominance, why she liked it when he was so rough and demanding. The dread which came with knowing he was already well aware of exactly what she was like.

"Enjoy that, Elspeth?" Davy challenged as she stood up, but she refused to look at him, refused to answer.

"It's done. I completed the dare," she said instead, then wished her voice hadn't wavered so much. She swallowed, and tasted him. 

His chuckle was amused. "You did, very satisfactorily too." 

Suddenly, he pushed himself upwards, standing also. Sometime between her finishing cleaning his dick and his standing now, he had put himself away again, fastened his jeans, hidden that which she had so focussed upon for what seemed a lifetime. She couldn't help but glance to him, he was taller than her, stronger than her and he was standing far too close now for her liking.

"Yet I asked if you enjoyed it," he continued once he stood, his voice low. "You didn't answer me."

She frowned, realising suddenly this wasn't over, not at all, and she looked up to find his face malicious, his grin dark indeed. She stepped back at the sight of it, unwittingly so, but there wasn't much room to move for there was a couch to one side of her and a small table to another.

"And I don't have to answer," she snapped at him. "You dared me to pleasure you, you dared me to swallow you. Which I did. You don't have any further rights over me now, Davy."

His laughter worried her because it was so confident, because it seemed not to care for the truth or otherwise of that. He stepped towards her again and in unison she stepped back what little she could, but she saw him nod down at Brett as she did so and all of a sudden Brett himself was standing up and right behind her and his arms were suddenly around her body.

She panicked, struggling hard, but Brett trapped her arms and took hold of her shoulders and it didn't matter how much she fought or cursed or pleaded, he was stronger than her. They were both stronger than her and how was she supposed to fight two of them at once when either one could easily overpower her alone? Still she tried, fear and desperation driving her on, but Brett held her firm from behind and Davy only approached from in front and she felt a terror suddenly at her own helplessness, tears pricking her eyes.

"Stop it. Fuck you, fuck you, stop it," she tried to swear at them and when that didn't work, she turned to pleading. "Please, Davy, don't do this. Please... for fuck's sake, I'm begging you. You want me to beg? Then I'm doing it, just don't do this..."

It wasn't much of an attempt at begging, she was too confused between her anger and her fear, but he only grinned anyway and Brett simply laughed by her ear. Davy came to a still so close in front of her she was all but sandwiched between them and she flinched and tried to pull away from him, but Brett held her solid and there was no where for her to go, nowhere to run. With that same knowing grin, Davy just reached down and gathered up the hem of her skirt in his hand.

"I just want to find out if you enjoyed it, Elspeth," he told her, all but innocently. "Just getting the necessary proof, you understand."

"Don't, please... this was not part of the dare..." she tried desperately, but it wasn't going to do any good.

"A minor detail," he grinned, enjoying himself and her fear, his expression mocking indeed. "Oh, no need to panic, sweetheart, no need to struggle. Fighting only makes it worse, you know that."

Nonetheless, she swore at him again and struggled hard still, but he only bunched up her skirts and raised them quickly and before she could even try to argue with him, he had his hand under her dress and inside her pants and quickly, suddenly, hard up inside of her, too.

She cried out as his fingers entered her so quickly, so hard and rough. He only laughed, drew them out a little and then shoved them back in once again, three of them, as hard as he could make it, so that her body bucked against him with a real cry of pain. She could not struggle now, she was helpless against them. Brett held her firm and Davy leant against the front of her, his hand up hard inside her, moving his fingers so that she squirmed and tried to plead with him not to.

"I knew it. You're dripping wet for me, slut," he sneered at her, shoving his fingers again hard inside of her, so that she gulped in pain even as she knew what he said was so very true, she could not deny it. "You fucking loved every minute of it."

She clenched her eyes shut and nodded, not wanting to see his face as she made this admission, a confession she could not avoid. She had loved it, she had loved him ordering her, demanding her obedience, commanding her every move. He had told her to worship his dick and so she had, it had been the focus of her world, his pleasure the only important thing. As if he really were her one and true god and she had cowered before him, frightened and in awe of his power, desperate only to please him. How could he do that to her? How could she let him?

"Say it. I want to hear you say it," he demanded, his voice hard. "Open your eyes, look me in the face and say it."

She could not help it, her eyes flickered open, but she tried to shake her head, she really did. "Davy, please..." she tried desperately, but he only twisted his fingers inside of her and she lost the words of protest in a half moan of desperate pleasure and half a cry of pain rolled into one.

"Don't you dare fight me. You're standing there squirming on my hand, you're in no position to call the shots," he declared darkly. 

She sagged in Brett's arms, her eyes glazed and her head lolling back against him as Davy's hand moved inside of her. Even now it felt so fucking good.

"I loved it," she whispered, her voice hoarse from desire and confusion. "I loved worshipping your dick. I loved grovelling at your feet, licking you clean, obeying your word. I loved it all..."

His hand slipped from her, her skirts fell back into place. Brett's arms around her began to loosen, but she was not struggling now. Not anymore. Davy only grinned, triumph written right throughout his expression as he brought his hand up to her face and held his fingers, sticky and covered in her own juices, right by her mouth. She knew what he wanted her to do and even though Brett's hold on her was loose and easily shrugged off now, even though now she could have fought them away, she did not. Instead she just did as he required and took his fingers into her mouth. 

She tasted herself upon his skin, using her tongue and lips and slowly licking his hand clean, taking her time to ensure she missed nothing and sucking gently upon each of his fingers in turn. As she did so, she looked him straight in the eyes and she did not look away. She kept his stare and she held it, even in the face of his possessive, dangerous, triumphant smile.

When she was done, when he pulled his fingers from her mouth, cleaned, and wiped them dry upon her own blouse, she returned his smile with a sly one of her own.

"But I still fully completed my dare and you still have no further rights over me, Davy Parker," she told him then and suddenly pulled roughly out of Brett's hold, stepping from them to stand on her own, but at the same time refusing to back right away.

Davy's face fell in shock. He had not expected that, not expected she would exert some self control now and indeed, he probably was well aware what it cost her to do so when everything he had said was only truth. She was burning for him, her underpants were soaked with her need for him, but she would not let him take her that easily, he was going to have to work for it. Besides, if there was one thing she knew by now, it was that Davy knew well how to play the game.

Completing their little triangle, Brett began to laugh. She grinned at him, then only waited for Davy to respond to what was clearly her challenge. His expression grew angry. She had known he wasn't going to let a challenge like that go by unheeded, that it wouldn't take much for her to metaphorically throw down the glove and be sure he would snatch it back up again. It was the reason she pushed him so hard to begin with.

He quickly turned, snatched the cap with the bits of screwed up paper up from the ground where it still lay and held it out to her.

"Then choose, Elspeth. Choose and we'll see who can demand rights and who must simply obey," he snapped at her. She smiled, quite sweetly, and shook her head.

"Nup. Not my turn," she told him. Brett laughed even harder. Davy swore. He wanted her, he wanted her at his feet, begging him for release, for mercy, for simply the chance to please him, just so long as she was there and she was hanging on his every command. But there were rules to this game and she used them now to her own advantage and the fact was, she had just completed her turn. It was Brett's now and then it would be Davy's again before once more it passed to her. What's more, when it came to her again it would not longer be Davy's turn to choose, either. It would be Brett's.

Which meant that, just as she had suspected, Brett would play the deciding hand in this little game of theirs. And from the smile on his face, he knew it too.

It was Brett who took the cap from Davy's clenched fist, who smiled as he reached inside it and took out one small bit of paper. She didn't trust him, of course. Brett would go whichever way suited him best, whichever way offered him the most rewards and he was as dominant sexually as Davy was, a fact which definitely did not bode well for her. And yet he wanted Davy almost as badly as she did, heterosexual Davy always so uncomfortable with his friend's homosexuality. He was never going to get him of course, Davy would never let it get that far, but if Brett had her on his side then he might manage a little something. She hoped he would see it that way, anyway. It was the only thing in her favour at this point.

Brett laughed when he read what was on that paper. "Promise," he grinned at them, holding it out as proof. 

She glanced at it, unsure how this would affect the flow of events. It was still Davy's choice at this point and previously she would have expected him to use this chance for some kind of revenge. Brett had treated him pretty hard over the course of their game, doing all he could to find ways of extracting his pleasures from the very unwilling Davy. It was Brett who had forced him to wear the anal plug which still remained inside of him now; it was Brett who had felt him up, who had insisted on doing so even when it had technically been outside the boundaries of the game. Yet going for revenge now would not suit Davy's purposes and if nothing else, Davy was always prepared to do whatever necessary to get what he really wanted.

Davy had one choice, one promise he could ask of Brett, and then it was all out of his hands. Following this, he himself would have to choose from the hat and then he would have to submit to Brett's choice in response to that. Then it would fall on her once again, but Brett would be deciding for her as well, Davy wouldn't even get a look in. So this was it, this was his last chance. He breathed deeply, watching Brett and thinking through his options.

"Promise me you'll side with me against her."

At first, she didn't think she'd heard him correctly. She had been expecting a kind of subtlety from him, a sly ploy perhaps, or an insidious manipulation, anything but this blunt, brutal honesty. Now she could only stare, unable to believe even he had gone this far. It pushed the boundaries of their game so much that it was coming damn close to breaking it completely. Indeed, this was so far outside of the rules that he surely couldn't hope to get away with it. Alliances were made and broken with each round, that was how the game was played, but this would shift the balance of power so greatly and so permanently that there could be no game after this, not if he got away with it. Not if Brett let him.

She turned quickly the moment she realised it was not Davy who would decide this, but Brett himself. She found him frowning, obviously uncertain how best to handle this development, not to mention deal with the sheer intensity in Davy's voice.

"I don't know if this is right, Davy," he began with a frown. "That's not a promise which has anything to do with me and everything to do with Elspeth. I don't think that's really within the game..."

"You pulled out promise, I've asked for the promise I want," Davy shot back, determined and sticking to his choice.

"Yeah, but it's meant to be something involving me, not her. It's not really fair, is it?"

Brett's voice sounded reasoned, logical even. He did not, however, sound like he was overly horrified by Davy's demands for his promise. Her initial certainty that Brett would deny Davy this because it was outside the rules of the game began to fade rather dreadfully. He sounded merely undecided, as if he could be persuaded either way by a good argument. Or a good bribe.




Truth or Dare



"No. No, he can't do this. Don't let him do it," she finally found her voice. "Tell him, Brett. Tell him that's outside the rules. He can't use your promise to entrap me."

But Brett only held up one hand to forestall her. "Stay out of it, Elsepth. You can't influence this," he told her and he sounded just as reasoned and logical as when he told Davy his promise wasn't fair. "This is between Davy and I. My promise, his choice."

Davy never once took his eyes off Brett. "What do you want to sway your decision in my favour?" 

"No!" she couldn't help but burst out, desperate, but it didn't matter, neither of them were paying her the slightest attention now. This was her last hope and Davy had just set about destroying it. He was prepared to bargain for what he wanted and she knew Brett would take that chance to get whatever he could. He'd negotiate a deal to suit himself, but she'd be the one who would end up paying the real price of it. So she tried to protest, she tried to demand her fair rights within the game, but they just ignored her and she knew then that it truly was too late. That it had been too late from the first moment Davy had indicated he was willing to strike a deal. 

Brett's sudden smile was broad indeed. "Davy, you really know how to push it, don't you?" he said, laughing at the other's audacity. "That is so not within the rules of the game."

Davy nodded slowly. Yes he was pushing it. Yes he was breaking all the rules. Knowingly, deliberately, openly, just so he could get what he wanted, which in the end was no more than either of them would have expected from him. It was clear now that Brett was no longer objecting, that he merely found amusing the lengths to which Davy was prepared to go and was more than willing to negotiate. After all, Brett had no interest in her, not sexually. His interest was in men. In this room, his interest was in Davy. Davy, who Brett wanted so badly, and who needed Brett to get what he himself wanted. Her.

For the moment, Davy said nothing, just held the other man's amused, expectant stare and took his time to consider his next best move. He had to be careful here, he hadn't won yet. If he offered too little, it would leave the way open for her to bargain with Brett herself and she found herself clutching her fists anxiously, waiting to hear what he would say. Eventually, he just took a deep breath, accompanied by half a nod to himself. As if he had just reached a long, hard decision of his own.

"A night with me," he offered suddenly and he sounded very sure.

There was utter silence. Even she stopped trying to protest. Brett's smile dropped, he could only stare, unable to believe Davy had just said that. Indeed, she could hardly believe it herself. Only Davy looked certain, Davy who had always refused even just to let Brett tell him what attracted him about other men, who ran from any detail of what gay sex might actually involve. 

She knew simply from the stunned look on Brett's face that he had never imagined this, not even when Davy had first suggested he might be prepared to buy Brett's decision, be willing to negotiate the price. Brett had obviously had a few hopes as to what he might try to get out of such a negotiation, perhaps extract a few favours from his very heterosexual friend, but this... Davy's sudden offer went far, far further than either of them had ever thought Davy could be willing to go. 

And with his offer went her last chance of gaining Brett's support herself. The only hope she had, the only offer she could have made to Brett, was her support in ganging up on Davy. Now Davy had just given Brett all he had ever wanted and negated anything she could ever possibly have offered him. 

"Davy, do you know what you are saying?" Brett asked him after a moment, his voice hoarse, strained. Davy only nodded quite calmly.

"Yes. I'm offering you a night with me, if you'll agree to my promise," he said. "It's not within the rules of the game, but I figure if there's enough in it for you, you'll be happy to bend the rules a little. So this is what I offer you." He paused, opening his arms a little. "Me."

Brett swallowed hard and his eyes flickered downwards along Davy's body, his breathing becoming unconsciously more ragged as he did so. There was real desire in his face, real need in his expression as his eyes unwittingly travelled over Davy's form, from his ankles to his shoulders and lingering long on that place between his legs which had even now begun to swell again. He was being offered something here which he'd long wished for, but had always known was impossible, and his gaze reflected the desperate hunger he'd kept tightly reigned in for such a long, long time. 

Only after a long moment was he able to force his eyes back up, quickly shifting now as if he hadn't even realised he was looking so nakedly, checking out his friend so obviously. Davy only stood there and let him look.

"Jesus, Davy. I have wanted you for so long," Brett admitted roughly. "But you're so fucking heterosexual."

"Well now you have the chance to have me, willing and compliant," Davy sounded very sure. "You want me. I want Elspeth. We each get what we want."

"Yeah, well what about me?" she couldn't help but interrupt at that.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," Davy shot back at her, without even turning to look at her. "You'll get what you're given and you'll like it."

"Fuck you," was all she returned to that, turning desperately to Brett. "He's manipulating you, Brett. You can't let him, you can't..."

Brett suddenly grinned, even as she spoke. "Shut up, Elspeth. Be a good girl and do as Davy says now."

His words cut over the top of her own and silenced her as effectively as Davy's dick in her mouth ever could. Her mouth closed sharply, an unconscious reaction she could not help, though she cursed herself for the unwitting obedience to their orders and promised herself that her fears were not true, he did not have her yet. And yet what could she do when it seemed everything she tried only enmeshed her further within Davy's grasp? The net had been thrown and she found herself caught in it and every struggle only seemed to bring it tighter and tighter about her. 

"Okay Davy, you get your promise," Brett told him as she did as they had both told her to do, and shut up. "And I get you."

Davy nodded, not quite relieved, his face hard. "Good," he muttered, taking a breath, then reached out suddenly to the cap Brett was still holding in his hands. It was his turn to choose and she was helpless to do anything but watch. It hardly mattered what he picked now, Brett would be the one choosing for him and Brett had just promised his allegiance to Davy. 

Davy's hand held a screwed up bit of paper when he pulled it out of that cap, but he didn't bother to open it, didn't even take a glance. Instead, he just simply held it out to Brett, who took it with a smile.

He laughed when he saw what it was. "You lucky bastard," Brett told him, handing the paper for her to see even as he did so. "It's truth."

She said nothing as they went through the farce of Davy's turn. It would be no difficult thing for him to face truth, not now after he had offered himself so completely to Brett in exchange for his dark promise. He had her trapped, the net was pulling tighter with each turn and she was left merely to watch in helpless silence as those two wrapped it all up between themselves. As they closed their deals and divided the spoils, up to and including her.

"What're you want to know?" Davy prompted. Brett didn't take long to think about it. He already had a damn good idea what he wanted to know, it was the only question on his mind at this point in time.

"Are you really so sure about offering yourself to me as you seem?"

For the first time since she had helped Brett bully Davy into letting his gay friend cop a feel, Davy hesitated. He opened his mouth to answer, as if it should have been easy to do so, but for the moment no words came out. Instead, he only glanced to her, his eyes narrowed, and she tried not to step back from that look. He watched her a moment, then shrugged.

"I'm sure of it," he said then. "I'll do whatever it takes."

"Oh, I know that. I also think there's something more," Brett challenged. Davy almost flinched, an expression he hid quickly, but which Brett still caught nonetheless. "You owe me truth, Davy. The truth about why you are so sure in giving yourself to me."

"It is the truth..." Davy began, but then stopped, suddenly. This time, when he glanced at her and then back at Brett, it was with some confusion in his eyes.

"You know how to dominate," he said suddenly, his voice hushed. "You know how the game is played. It's not about gender. It's about control. You know how to control."

Brett only nodded, as if he had expected this all along, and indeed, perhaps he had. Even she was none so surprised when he finally said it. Davy always had to be so damn dominant that it wasn't truly a surprise when he finally admitted to at least a passing curiosity in what the other side was like. Just as she liked to push on occasion, so it appeared he liked to be pushed once in a while, too. She could not give him that, she knew it. All she could do was challenge him to further domination. Brett, however, could show him just what he wanted to see, the other side of the coin. Brett could give him the kind of opportunity she would not, for that was not how she wanted Davy. She wanted him strong, she wanted him dark and dreadful. But for Brett, he could be something else again.

It was all about control and she knew she was about to lose hers. So went the rules of the game. She backed off when Davy took the baseball cap out of Brett's hands and approached her with it, but there was only so far she could go before she found herself backed into the wall. Brett had followed Davy languidly, a dark smile on his face, for he had everything he could ever have hoped for secured now and all there was left was to see her fall. Davy knew he had her, Brett was going to enjoy watching him have her and she just backed up against the wall, staring at them desperately.

The cap was shoved at her.

"Choose, Elspeth," he demanded. "You want to play by the rules? Well it's your turn."

He sounded angry, an anger she may have been able to mitigate if she had simply let him have his way after he had made her suck his dick, if she hadn't rebelled so dangerously then. Now he would get his revenge for that, he would make her pay the price he would later have exacted from him by Brett, the price he himself had paid to ensure she fell under his control.

"Tell me you'll be kind," she whispered, staring at that cap. He only laughed.

"You fucking wish," he returned. "Make your choice."

She raised her shaking hand, it hovering desperately over the cap. Only a selection of 'truth' might save her now, but she couldn't even trust to that. Truth had been what had got her into all this trouble to begin with, the truth Davy had forced from her at the beginning, making her admit to wanting to be dominated so. A truth she wasn't even sure how to handle herself, but he had understood it, and understood how to use it against her, too. 

She pulled a scrap of paper from the hat. He snatched it from her fingers before she even had a chance to see what it was, but it hardly mattered, it could make no difference now. Whatever it was, he still would have her. She only stood there backed against the wall, Davy crowding her on one side, Brett on the other and she unable to fight either of them. Even before they'd looked at that piece of paper, she'd all but given in. What other chance did she have now? What hope was there for her? Davy glanced at the paper, then grinned nastily and passed it to Brett. He laughed.

She'd got through truth, she'd even got through such an intense dare. She'd rather enjoyed that first kiss.

But she lost it on the promise, perhaps the easiest option of all.

"Promise," Brett read the bit of paper with a sly smile. "And it's my turn to choose too, but damn me if I just can't think of anything. Davy, do you have any suggestions as to what she can promise?"

Which was Brett fulfilling his obligations towards Davy, fulfilling his own promise, out of which he had gained so much. Davy only smiled, darkly.

"Oh, I have plenty," he said as he leaned forward towards her, holding his face very close to her own, his body shoved hard up against her. "But one in particular I think sums it all up."

She tried not to look at him, an impossible feat with him standing so close she could feel his breath on her cheek and his arousal hard in his pants and pressing into her.

"I don't want to play anymore," she tried in a whisper. He only ignored it, which was all such a statement at such a time deserved.

"Promise to obey me, Elspeth?" he asked then and she gulped. His voice was dark and it was sultry and it made her body go completely weak in unwitting physical response. "Promise to obey all my commands? Promise to submit to my will? Promise to idolise me, to think only of pleasuring me, to make me your world? Do you promise me these things, Elspeth?"

"I..." she tried to begin, but could not make her voice work. 

"Promise me. Promise to worship me, to make me your one and true and only god."

She bit her lip and tried not to cry out. Then she only nodded.

"Yes," she whispered. "I promise, I promise."

"Then get down on your knees."

She slid down the wall slowly. She did not so much kneel as fall gently, the weight of fate pushing her down as hard as his hands ever could. Yet it did not feel wrong to fall before him. It was not so hard to do in the end. To obey this, the first of his commands, and which she knew would not be the last. It was only a matter of accepting the inevitable. Only a matter of knowing this was what she must do and it was useless now to try and fight. A matter of letting him into her head and into her self and giving up to him anything and everything he wanted there.

He asked it not directly of her, but as she fell to her knees and finally accepted him as her true lord and god, she also pushed herself forwards to the ground and brought her lips to his shoes, kissing his feet where he stood. She had promised to worship him and so that was what she did, all but overwhelmed by her need for him, no longer fighting it, no longer trying to deny it. She found it all made sense once she stopped fighting. She was sprawled on the ground by his feet, her mouth on his boots, her hands clutching at his ankles and she knew only sheer adoration for him, and that was right, that was only proper. That was the way it should be.

He just stood there and watched her do this and nodded approvingly at such base worship, with that dark smile which made her both fear him and desire him so desperately in turn.

"My lord," she whispered, her lips to his shoes. "My god."

"That's right, Elspeth. That's right," he told her, his voice low and dark indeed. "I am your god. An angered god. You denied me earlier, you denied me when I wanted you. I will make you suffer for that."

Her breath shuddered, a desperate intake of air mixed with fear and half a swallowed plea. She was unable to reply coherently, unable even to beg for his mercy, for she knew she deserved all the pain he promised she would feel and she could not resist him, not any longer. It was his will and before that she was powerless, she was nothing, she was worthless, and instead she merely remained where she was, prostrate before him and kissing his feet, gripping his ankles, pathetic and debased and worshipping him wholly.

"You want me to do it, so you can watch?" Brett made the offer sounding at his most normal, reasonable best, as if he dealt with just such a situation every other day. "She won't be so proud by the time I'm finished with her."

But Davy's smile was grim. "No. No, this I want to do myself," he replied as he looked down upon her. "But you can partake, if you've truly an interest. Though I thought your interests lay elsewhere."

"They do. I was offering for your sake, not for my own," he shrugged easy enough. Then as Davy's eyes caught his own, he smiled rather fondly. "I have a greater prize awaiting me in you, my friend. I'm content to wait until then."

He was standing close beside Davy and raised one hand to his shoulder as he spoke, running it down his arm gently and squeezing softly as he did so. At any other time, in any other place, Davy would have jumped well away, perhaps even with a discomforted curse and Brett probably would have laughed, for he would have only been acting in joke. Yet he was not joking now, his action was seriously meant and fondly executed, both desire and simple patience in his movements. And Davy did not pull away, though his breath did catch and he stiffened some at the touch.

She felt his physical response from where she lay, just as she had listened to his words and taken in all he had said, for his words were always important, she hung on each one, even when they were not directly addressed to her. As he stiffened, she pushed herself to her knees, reaching out for his hands and taking them in her own. Just as she had kissed his feet, now she kissed hands, her lips on his fingers, his knuckles, all over his palms and wrists, covering his skin in her desperate, little kisses. He allowed her to do this just as he had let her kiss his feet, accepting her worship as his right and she grateful simply for that.

As she kissed his knuckles, she looked up from where she knelt, eyes wide, watching his face, the face of her god. His friend stood just to the side of him, one hand held possessively around his arm, but fondly so, a gentle-firm touch. It made him shiver still, but nonetheless his heavy lidded eyes were half closed as he let himself grow used to being touched fondly by another man, no longer trying to shake it off or deny what was to come between them. When he shook now it was not solely from his long standing fear of this and he even seemed to respond to that touch with as much anticipation as he did anxiety. Perhaps even with some expectation of pleasure of his own. He, too, had accepted something within himself he had not found easy to face, just like she.

"My lord?" she ventured softly, her voice quiet and filled only with respect and awe. "My sweet, dark god...?"

She still held his hands in her own as she looked up at him and waited for his acknowledgment, if he chose to gave it. His eyes flickered fully open, then narrowed as he turned them down upon her, undecided as yet whether to be angry at her presumption.

Brett chuckled. "You'll want to watch this one, Davy," he commented idly. "She's got an independent streak you might want to beat out of her."

"She'll learn quick enough with what I have in mind for her," Davy returned darkly. "What is it, girl? What tempts you to interrupt my own personal, private conversations?"

In apology, abject as it was, she looked down again and brought her face back to his hands, covering them in kisses once more, savouring the feel of his skin beneath her lips. She could not help but want those hands upon her, as hard and rough and demanding as she knew they would be, and she squirmed where she knelt at the thought of it, her legs pressing together in a failed attempt to deal with her own desperation. It was not her place to dictate desire or the fulfilment of it; it was his desire alone which was important and his needs which would command the when and the how and all else in between. Her own desire irrelevant, she would only experience satisfaction vicariously now, through him and him alone. 

"Let me be there when he takes you, my lord," she murmured against his hands, gripping them tightly. "Let me be there when you give yourself to him."




Truth or Dare



Jesse was on her knees in a sitting hogtie naked, with a small black ball gag between her teeth. She was looking straight at the tip of her brother Brian's erect manhood. It was peeking out the top of a pair of white women's silk panties. He was also wearing a strapless bra stuffed with toilet paper, a blond wig, red lipstick, and eye shadow. There wasn't much he could do about the way he looked since he was tied sitting on a night stand next to the bed. His hands behind his back and pulled up in a form of Japanese bondage that left him quite immobile. His legs were pulled up and back to the rear of the night stand, a large pink ball gag between his teeth. He wasn't going anywhere.

Jesse had never seen her brother's cock this close. She had seen him play with himself on several occasions while he lay in his bed thinking he was home alone. They had first started this series of events playing "Truth-or-Dare" with Jenni on the computer. A dare that Jenni gave the two of them to masturbate themselves while sitting in chairs watching the other get off. But here was the tip of his young hard cock peeking out of the women's underwear. She was getting excited wondering what was to come next. He was hard after watching his sister and Jenni on the bed for the last hour.

Jenni had just put her in this position when there was a knock on the door. Jenni looked out the bedroom window and with a large smile on her face left the room. They both were waiting for their Mistress to return. Jesse was thinking about the orgasm she received and Brian how they had gotten in this position.

It all started earlier in the day. . .

Jesse and Brian arrived late morning on a flight from New York. Brian had worn jeans and a pull over shirt has requested with a winter jacket. Winter was still going strong in Ohio. Jesse had worn a short black leather skirt, white tight fitting blouse, matching white thong panties and bra with a front snap. Black sheer stockings and boots because of the snow, but she had a pair of four inch heels in her bag to change into when they got to the house. She wore a long overcoat otherwise she would freeze to death walking to the car in the parking lot.

They lived together in an apartment in New York. They were both sexually inquisitive. He was 20, she about to turn 19 and both were students. They loved to read stories on Literotica and would occasionally e-mail authors and play "Truth-or-Dare" on the computer with them. That's where they met Jenni. She had published several stories on the site and her most recent involved incest between and father and daughter that excited the pair enough to contact Jenni.

Walking down the concourse they saw Jenni. She was in her early 30's wearing black pants, black ankle boots, and short black leather jacket. The jacket was open to show a gray cardigan sweeter that was cut low showing her cleavage and large round breast. Brian had a stirring in his pants looking at her beauty and breast, Jesse turned a little red and jealous because her breast weren't has large has those she was staring at. After the customary greetings and hugs, which Brian didn't seem to want to let go, and Jenni didn't want to let go of Jesse, they picked up their luggage and went to the car for the drive to Jenni's house. After a short twenty minute drive they were there. 

They carried the bags into the house and after offering coffee and tea they all took seats, Brian in a recliner and Jenni and Jesse on the sofa. They had talked, joked, and laughed for about an hour when Brian's impatience took the better of him and asked about playing "Truth-or-Dare" for real. Since it was his suggestion they let him go first. Both girls took a dare.

"Jesse, I want you to lean over and give Jenni a long hot French kiss that has to last for over one minute." The two girls snuggled close to each other on the couch and took each other in their arms and softly kissed each others lips, then passion took over and they pressed their lips in a full kiss letting their tongues explore each others mouths. When the time was up and they broke the kiss Jesse let a small moan escape her mouth. They both had smiles on their faces.

"Jenni I want you to kiss my sister, but this time I want you to play with her breast while you kiss her for the same amount of time one minute." Jenni had Jesse lean back against the back of the couch. She took her right hand up behind her head so Jenni could hold it with her left hand while Jesse's right arm was pinned behind Jenni's back. Jesse found herself immobile staring up into the face of a lovely woman and parted her lips when Jenni leaned down. With Jesse pinned, Jenni used her free right hand to explore her new friends breast. Has she rubbed the silk fabric of the blouse she could feel the bra she was wearing was sheer and supportive. She could feel Jesse's smaller breast become perky and her nipples harden under her hands and fingers. Has Jesse let out small moans Jenni too let out a small moan of pleasure. The time was for a minute, but this lasted for much longer than that. No one seemed to mind that the time limit was way past.

Brian was enthralled by what he was seeing. He could feel the stirring in his pants. He wanted to walk over and join them, but that wouldn't be fair. He was having way to much fun watching what was going on before him. 

Now it was Jesse's turn. . .

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Truth or Dare



You and I are best friends and have been for most of our lives. We’re also roommates. I come out of my bedroom one evening wearing nothing but panties and one of your t-shirts that somehow got mixed up with my clothes when I was doing the laundry. I am surprised to see you sitting on the couch because you’re supposed to be on a date. When I ask what you are doing home so early you tell me your girlfriend had other plans so she cancelled your date. I tell you I’m sorry that she backed out on you but secretly I’m pleased. I think your girlfriend is a major bitch but that’s probably just jealousy speaking. You don’t know it but I’ve lusted after you since we were teens. You’ve never really seen me as a woman, though, just as your best friend whom you can tell anything and everything to.

I walk into the kitchen and grab a couple of beers out of the fridge. I open them, put some tortilla chips in a bowl and grab the jar of salsa. I carry them to the living room and place the chips and salsa on the coffee table before handing you a beer. You thank me as I sit on the recliner. We watch the baseball game for a while. We order pizza and when it comes I head into the kitchen for napkins, plates and two more beers. After we eat, I ask if you’re up to a game of Truth or Dare, something we used to play as kids. You say sure and decide to go first. 

“Truth or dare?” you ask me. I pick truth. You ask me how many guys I’ve slept with, because unlike you, I don’t kiss and tell. I tell you I’ve only ever slept with one guy and it was really nothing to write home about. 

“Truth or dare?” I ask. Truth is your response. I ask if you ever considered proposing to one of your many girlfriends over the years. You tell me no and I have to try to hide my relief from you.

I pick a dare on my next turn. You dare me to kiss you. I get up and walk over to the couch. I straddle your legs, put one hand on the back of your head and the other on your cheek. I lower my mouth to yours. I run my tongue along the seam of your lips, forcing my tongue into your mouth, exploring your mouth with my tongue before playfully tugging on your lower lip.

“Truth or dare?” I ask breathlessly.

“Dare,” you answer. I’m thrilled that your voice isn’t quite steady. It tells me the kiss affected you too. I dare you to strip down to your boxes. I slide off your lap and blatantly watch as you pull off your t-shirt, revealing tight abs and dark hair. You undo your belt and the button on your jeans. I notice that your hands aren’t quite steady either. You pull the zipper down and wriggle out of your Wranglers, revealing dark blue boxers. You sit back on the couch and I return to my chair.

On my next turn, I choose a dare. You dare me to sit on your lap again like I did when I kissed you. I straddle your legs; the hard ridge of your cock rests against the top of my thighs.

“Dare,” you say. I dare you to remove my shirt. Your brown eyes have darkened with passion. My breathing changes as you take my shirt by the hem and pull it up over my chest. I lift my arms and you pull the shirt off. 

I accept a dare for my next turn. You dare me to rid you of your boxers. I feel heat and moisture pooling between my legs as we stand. I slide my hands down your chest to your shorts. Grabbing the waistband, I pull your boxers down your legs and wait for you to step out of them. Your cock is hard and throbbing. It excites me to know you’re as turned on as I am.

I dare you to remove my panties. You sit on the couch again and grab my panties by the legs and pull them off in one swift movement.

“Dare me,” I say saucily. You dare me to sit on the coffee table and touch myself while you watch. I perch on the edge of the coffee table and spread my legs wide, giving you an excellent view of my now-soaked pussy. I cup my full, milky breasts. I knead them, circling my hard nipples before pinching them. I slide my hand over my tummy until I reach my pussy. With one hand I part my slick folds, with the other hand I touch my clit. Stroking it. Lightly pinching it. Rolling it between my thumb and finger until I cum. I chance a glance at you and notice that your breathing is shallow. There’s a drop of fluid on the head of your cock.

“Truth or dare?” I ask, after I catch my breath. 

“Truth,” you answer.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” I ask. You dare me to in response.

I drop to my knees in front of you and lightly touch my tongue to your cock. You jump at the contact. I circle the head of your cock with my tongue then take you completely into my hot mouth. I lick you, suck you and bite down gently. You scream in agony/bliss as you cum hard. I swallow your hot juices, savouring the taste. I hold you in my mouth until you start to soften then I return to the edge of the coffee table. I run my tongue over my lips, catching any drop that I might have missed.

I dare you to touch me anywhere you want, however you want. You slide your hand between my legs. You stroke my wet pussy. I moan as you start to circle my clit. I lean back on my elbows and spread my legs even wider. You slide three fingers inside my hot moist channel. You thrust them in and out, slowly, gently then harder, faster, inserting them as deep as they can go. I start to ride your hand as you bring me closer, closer. The pressure is building inside. All I can think of is your hand between my thighs, your fingers deep inside me, fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. I scream out your name as I cum hard. 

As I calm down a bit you ask me “truth or dare?” I pick dare. You dare me to clean my juices from your fingers. You slip one finger into my mouth. I lick your finger clean as you insert the other two. I lick them and suck them the same way I licked and sucked your cock. When they’re clean, you remove them from my mouth.

“Truth or dare?” I ask you. You opt for a dare. I dare you eat me out. You’re so turned on. I lean back on the coffee table as you grab my legs and place them on your shoulders. You cup my ass lifting me a bit off the table. You lower your mouth to my soaking pussy. Your tongue sneaks out and begins to leisurely explore the contours of my pussy. Your tongue parts my folds. Slides inside my vagina. In and out. In. Out. It feels exquisite. OMG, your tongue is so hot against my pussy. I reach out and grab your head, holding you between my legs as your tongue flicks my clit. I moan. The pressure is building again. My breathing is shallow. You suck on my clit. I cum hard, filling your face with my juices as you bite down on my swollen clit. You keep licking and sucking as aftershocks course through my body. I collapse onto the table, spent. You lean down and kiss me softly, exploring my mouth with your tongue. I taste myself on your lips and tongue. 

Breaking the kiss, you help me sit up as you ask me to pick a truth or a dare. I pick truth. You ask me how I really feel about you. Even though I know I’ll probably regret my answer in the morning when I’m not intoxicated from the beer and the experience of finally being with you, I tell you the God’s-honest-truth: I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember.

You choose truth for your final turn. I ask if you want me, not knowing what I’d do if you told me no. You tell me you want me more than your next breath.

I pick truth for my last turn. You ask me if this is a one-night event. I stand up and walk to the couch. I straddle your lap and raise myself up above your rock hard cock. I rub my pussy against your cock, coating it with my juices. I raise myself up again and start to lower myself onto your cock, taking you slowly inside me. We both moan as I take you fully inside me. As I start to ride you, I kiss you hard. Breaking the kiss, I look you in the eyes and tell you straight from the heart that I’m yours for as long as you want me. You capture my lips in a passionate kiss as you start to thrust deep inside me. It’s not long before we cum. I collapse against you and we doze off.

I’m awakened at some point in the night by you placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. Your hands cup my round ass as you stand up. I gasp in surprise and wrap my arms around your neck, placing my legs around your waist. Your lips capture mine in a heated kiss as you carry me to my bedroom. You place me gently on my bed. I beg you not to leave. You chuckle as you pull away. You tell me you’re not going anywhere and then I feel your lips on my neck. You lick and suck my flesh, kissing your way to my breasts. You circle one nipple with your tongue before drawing the tight bud into your mouth. I moan as you suckle my breast. Soon you’re doing the same to the other one. You kiss your way down my tummy to my pussy. You lick my folds before flicking your tongue inside. I buck my hips off the bed, grinding my pussy into your face as you suck on my clit. It’s not long before I start to cum. Before I can settle down, you drive your hard cock deep inside me. I scream as our bodies join for the second time tonight. It’s not long before we cum together in a powerful orgasm, your hot juices filling my body. Being careful to stay inside me, you roll us to our side so we’re facing each other. We doze off holding each other tight.



Truth or Dare



Vicki Turner glanced up at the clock, "Almost midnight" she thought, and "It's going to be a long night" She stood up and stretched and realized that she was hungry. Another glance at the clock told her it was too late to call and get takeout, so she decided to head down to the staff break room and get something out of a vending machine.

She grabbed her purse, went down the hall, pushing open the door to enter the room. She was surprised at how nice the room was. There was an area set aside to relax, with two plush couches facing each other, end tables and a TV set. The dinning area had several tables, and a wonderful selection of vending machines that carried real food, that could be heated in the microwave, as well as the required junk food. 

She was standing there reviewing the selection when the door opened and two men walked in. She was startled, thinking that she was the only person in the building. She realized that they were the security guards she had been told about Gene and Oliver.

Vicki smiled at them, and then her smile faltered when she noticed that they were both frowning at her. Gene stepped forward, studied her badge and said "you most be new here" She said, "Yes, I started 2 weeks ago" 

Suddenly she heard a loud clanking in the building.

Gene shook his head, rolled his eyes and said, "Great, no one talked to you about the working hours here did they?" As she shook her head no Gene said, "The noise you heard was the building automatic lock down for the night, you are here for the rest of the night" 

Vicki gasped and said, "There is no way to get out? What about emergency exits?" Gene sighed, "The emergency exits open if there is a fire detected in the building" he said, "Any other door leading to the outside sounds an alarm that brings the police and fire department. Only they can unlock the gates on those doors" 

As Vicki stood there in total dismay, Oliver walked over to a closet and removed a blanket and pillow handing them to her. "You can sleep here on the couch, it is very comfortable" 

Vicki, resigned that she was locked in for the night, looked at Oliver and said "Now what do I do?" He handed her his cell phone saying, "You might want to call your husband to let him know about this" She gave him the phone back. "I'm not married" she said, " I live alone." Vicki dropped the blanket and pillow on one of the couches, retrieved her purse and sat down. 

Gene looked at Oliver and said "I am going to make rounds, you see if you can make her comfortable" At Oliver's nod of agreement, Gene left the room.

Oliver sat down on the couch facing Vicki and inquired if there was anything she needed. She looked at Oliver, noticing that the tight security uniforms did nothing to hide his firm body.

Vicki had moved to this town, just 3 weeks earlier and had not had time to develop a social life, so she suddenly feeling a little lonely and a lot horny. 

Oliver leaned forward and said, "Would you like to play truth or dare?" Vicki looked at him then thought, "what the hell, that's as good of a way to get to know one another" so she said, "sure, but who goes first?" He grinned and said, Ladies first. 

She asked his name. He quickly replied, "Oliver Wilson, but most people call me lover" She raised an eyebrow, and then answered back "Vicki Turner" when asked the same question.

They kept the game generic for a while, asking age, martial status, how they liked the town, what they both did and did they enjoy it. Then her curiosity finally got the better of her and Vicki asked, "Why do people call you Lover?" He grinned and said "cause I always please the ladies when I fuck them" 

Vicki's nipples got hard at the thought of him fucking her. It was his turn on the game, so when he said "Truth or Dare" she chose Dare. 

Oliver had been watching her; he had noticed her nipples get hard, how she had pressed her legs tightly together and how she was fidgeting. He figured his last comment had excited her, so he decided to find out. He smiled and said "I dare you to strip naked and masturbate in front of me. 

Vicki's mouth dropped open. She looked down at her body, and then looked up at him. Nobody wanted to see her naked. She was 5'4" and weighed over 250 pounds. Stripping naked in front of any man was not something that had ever been requested, let alone having the man want to see her masturbate. 

As she sat there looking at him, she suddenly realized that he was staring at her with a gleam in his eyes. He wanted to see her naked, masturbating for him. 

Her pussy throbbed at the thought of her legs spread wide as she fingered her cunt and played with her clit in front of him.

He smiled as she stood up, pulled her dress over her head, dropping it on the floor. She stood there in her panties and bra letting him take a long look at her body before she undid her bra, letting her lush tits loose. 

Oliver was staring at her tits seemly enthralled by their huge size. She brought one up to her mouth, running her tongue around the nipple in circles before sucking on it. 

Vicki was rewarded by the sight of Oliver rubbing his cock through his pants. 

She turned her back on him, sliding her panties down, giving him a good look at her ass as they slid down her legs to pool at her ankles. She stepped out of them, turned and sat down, spreading the lips of her pussy apart to give him a good look. 

Vicky started rubbing her clit in small tight circles. As she got excited, she made the circles bigger, getting closer and closer to her pussy, before slipping a finger inside herself. Oliver watched her eyes close as she finger fucked herself. 

He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He was proud of his cock. It was 9" long and 5" around. He started stroking his cock while he watched her masturbate. 

Vicki heard the zipper, waited a moment then glanced his way and was awed at the size of that cock. She wanted it fucking her every way she could have it. 

It was her turn in the game; she suddenly broke the sound of sighs and heavy breathing by saying "Truth or Dare" 

Oliver looked at her, grinned and said, "Dare" Vicki stared openly at his cock and said, "I dare you to let me suck your cock as I masturbate" 

Oliver quickly removed his clothing. He approached Vicki and held his hand out. When she placed her hand in his, he pulled her up from the couch and had her perch on the arm of it. Then he grabbed the blanket and pillow, positioning them against the arm before pulling Vicki backward so that her head and shoulders rested on the couch, her back was supported by the blanket and pillow, and her ass was balanced on the arm of the couch.

As he straddled her face, she opened her mouth quickly, sucking the cock he slipped in. Her tongue was moving all around the head. He slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth, letting her get used to his huge size.

He was rubbing her clit, keeping her excited, letting her passion build again. As it did she took more and more of his cock down her throat. 

Oliver leaned down and started licking her clit, flicking his tongue over it before sliding it into her pussy, lapping at the juices there. He stuck a finger in her pussy, finger fucking her while getting it wet. Then he sucked hard on her clit and shoved the finger up her ass. 

Vicki arched her back upwards trying to mash her pussy in his face. This drove her head into the cushions of the couch allowing Oliver to shove his entire cock down her throat. 

She was in heaven. She grabbed his ass pulling him closer, deeper down her throat. She sucked his cock as he stroked out, letting her tongue go wild over the shaft and head before he plunged it back into the depths of her throat. 

Neither of them heard the door open and close. Neither of them heard a zipper being opened. Oliver opened his eyes to see Gene standing there with his cock in his hand, furiously jacking himself off. He was staring at Vicki's pussy. 

Oliver stopped licking Vicki's cunt. She groaned her protest just as Gene stepped forward and shoved his cock inside her. She moaned in pleasure as he started fucking her as hard as he could, holding the back of the couch with one hand and playing with her swollen clit with the other. 

Her climax was building and she urged Oliver to fuck her mouth faster. She wanted to taste his cum just as much as she wanted to cum. Her throat was tight, her mouth was hot and her tongue was magic. Oliver growled as he felt his load roar up his shaft before empting it down her throat. 

Vickie swallowed several times then sucked the head clean as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. 

Gene felt her legs quivering as he fucked her. Then he her heard her say, "I'm coming, I'm coming." Her pussy started to spasm around his cock, getting tight, milking it as he fucked her. He could not hold out any longer and buried his cock in her pussy as white-hot jets of cum filled her. 

He pulled his cock out and helped Vicki to her feet before they collapsed in a heap of naked bodies on the couch. She leaned back against Oliver giving him a long soulful kiss. Then she sat in Genes lap, kissing him before she whispering in his ear...

"So Gene, have you ever played Truth or Dare?"



Truth or Dare



After graduation a group of friends got together, celebrating the end of high school and the beginning of the rest of their lives. Dana was part of this group, and was having a great time with her friends, especially since the group at the party included her crush of 2 years, Brad. Because Dana was very very shy, she'd never managed to let her feelings be known to the very cute track runner, she thought that with his wavy black hair and green eyes and runner's lean and toned body, he was way out of her league. It wasn't really true however, most of the guys in her class wished they could ask the shy brunette out, but they were all afraid of being turned down. Nobody thought she was a snob, it was just that it wasn't always easy to talk to her... not like that anyway. As a result, Dana thought that she must be undesirable, her friends always had to set up her dates to dances for her, and no guy had ever really asked her out. The ones that had hadn't asked for a second date - it never occurred to her that her shyness made them think she wasn't interested in them. 

But for now, her hazel eyes were filled with happiness as she was included in a group of laughing, celebrating people, all high off their own success. Slowly the group dwindled until there were 6 of them, who all decided to sleep over at Brad's house because his parents were in Europe on a business trip (if it hadn't been for the very large graduation check he'd been sent, he might have been upset that they hadn't been able to make it home for such an important event... but, well, they still cared, and there was always college graduation anyway.). Because there were no parents, there was also an abundance of alcohol, and all of them began drinking. Dana didn't drink a whole lot, she didn't like to be out of control (especially at Brad's house... she just couldn't embarrass herself in front of him.). She did notice that Brad wasn't drinking very heavily either, probably because he wanted to stay sober enough to make sure that their less lucid friends didn't do any damage to his house. 

As they began loosening up, the three guys and three girls started playing Truth or Dare... which (like most games of Truth or Dare) rapidly became mostly "Dare". While the drinking continued, some of the dares started getting wilder. Dana blushed horribly as her friend Kirsten lifted her shirt over her head, showing off her bare 32B cup breasts, pink nipples pointing straight out. Turning her head a little, to ignore it as Kirsten's equally drunk on and off boyfriend Mike groped her titties, she noticed that Brad also wasn't really watching the show. Instead, he was looking at her. In fact, he was smiling at her now... smiling back a little, she quickly lowered her eyes and looked elsewhere. Unfortunately, that little byplay had garnered the attention of Mike.

"BRAD!" he hollered drunkly, "I dare you to kiss Dana!"

The rest of their drunken friends whooped and hollered as Dana's face flushed a deep crimson, as Brad leaned over and kissed her lightly on her lips. Lowering her head, she tried to hide her burning face behind her shoulder-length curls while Mike complained that it hadn't been a real kiss.

"Leave off," she heard Brad say, then he put his hand on her shoulder, startling her, "This isn't really Dana's kind of game."

Grateful for the support, she looked up into kind green eyes. Slowly, as the participants got drunker and drunker, the game wound down. Mike and Kirsten went off somewhere, kissing drunkenly with their hands all over each other, while Jordan and Tia just kind of fell asleep on the couches. Sighing, Brad started to pick up some of the dishes and bottles in the living room, and Dana got up to help him, following him into the kitchen.

"Thanks," he smiled at her as she tossed the bottles into the recycling.

"No problem," she smiled shyly back, "It's not like any of them are much use the way they are now."

"No kidding," laughing, he nodded out the window into the backyard where Mike and Kirsten were half-dressed and rolling around on the ground... apparently they'd tried to lie down in the hammock and hadn't quite managed it. Dana couldn't help but giggle as they flailed around the in the backyard, even though she was desperately jealous that Brad was looking at Kirsten's chest. Dana's own 34D's were much bigger... and still almost as perky as the smaller girl's... looking at him from the corner of her eye, she realized he was doing the same and blushed and looked away.

"Are you always this shy?" something in his voice told her that he was amused, but in a nice way and it didn't make her feel awkward at all that he'd asked. Still, she was feeling shy enough that all she did was nod. Suddenly, he was much much closer. She looked up into a face that was just inches away, and she could barely breath with the thrill of it. Questioningly, he gazed deeply into her eyes, apparently satisfied with something he saw there, he smiled and lowered his head for their second kiss.

It was much more than the first one had been. First his lips lightly touched hers, and then they pressed more firmly upon her pink lips; instinctively her lips parted with his and his tongue probed her mouth. Carefully, he drew her into his arms, pulling her close to his body as he deepened the kiss, her head tilted back as she melted against him. She felt giddy with happiness as he held her close. Finally he pulled his mouth away from hers, and she shyly looked away from him again - she would have pulled away if he hadn't been holding onto her still. Fingers under her chin lifted her eyes back to his, he was smiling patiently at her.

"Do you want to go to my room?" his voice was low, inviting but not making her feel at all pressured. Afraid that if she spoke, it would all turn out to be a dream and she'd wake up, Dana just nodded. 

His room was painted blue, filled with track trophies and medals, pictures of friends. Messy, with some clothes on the floor, but a comfortable room. Watching as she looked around at his walls and shelves, Brad sat on the Queen sized bed and waited until she'd settled down about a foot away from him. "You know," Dana was blushing again, sure that what she was about to reveal would completely lose him from her, but she couldn't hold it back any longer, "I've had a crush on you for about two years."

"Really?" nodding, she didn't dare look at him until he scooted over, closing the distance between them, "I've liked you ever since I first saw you." Startled, she looked up at him as he continued, "Freshman year when you walked into English and looked around like someone was going to yell at you for being there. I thought you were so cute... and pretty. Very very pretty." His face had been getting closer and closer to hers as he spoke, and now he lowered his mouth to hers again, bringing his hands up to cup her face as their lips met. 

Passionately they kissed, and his hands pulled her body closer to his as her rested on this thighs, and he began to kiss her jaw line and neck, down to her collarbone. Dana gasped for breath as his kisses tingled over her entire body. His hands were running up and down her sides, and she moaned as they cupped her breasts over her shirt. Suddenly, they were off her breasts and around her waist as Brad panted for breath and looked down at her. 

"You'll have to tell me when to stop, or I won't." His eyes were deadly serious and filled with desire as he looked down as the beauty in his arms.

Tilting her head back so that her hazel eyes looked squarely into his green ones, she ran her hand up his thigh and whispered, "Don't stop..."

Groaning, he tossed her further up onto the bed and was suddenly atop her, his body between her legs and she could feel his hard dick pressing into her groin through their clothing. It made her shiver with anticipation as she realized that she was finally going to lose her virginity, and that it was going to be to the guy she'd wanted for the past two years... 

Kissing her deeply, his hands ran over her body, over her breasts and down her stomach, reaching the hem of her shirt he started lifting it over her head, then he cursed as he tried to undo her bra and ran into difficulties. Giggling a little, she arched her back up so that he could get to the clasp easier, and he moaned as that pushed her lower body into his even more. A few more maneuvers, and her perky round breasts were out in the air, pink nipples hardening as he gently thumbed them. She shivered at the unaccustomed contact with her breasts, pleasure sweeping over her as he gently took one pink nipple into his mouth and suckled it. Moaning as his mouth and fingers sent waves of desire straight to her pussy, she clutched at his shoulders, determinedly drawing his down shirt off of his body. 

Brad moved his mouth lower, tracing a path of fiery kisses down her stomach as he pulled off her jeans and panties. As his eyes took in the small landing strip of hair on her otherwise bare pussy, he struggled to get his own pants off.

Pausing for a moment, he asked, "Are you on birth control?" Dana nodded, she'd been on it ever since she was 14, her mom figured that even if she wasn't having sex yet, that didn't meant she wouldn't. Of course, now, four years later, Dana was finally getting some use out of it.

Brad grinned and lowered his mouth to her pink and innocent pussy. Dana gasped and her hands clutched the bed sheets as his tongue tantalized her already aroused flesh, sliding up and down her wet pink slit. 

"Oooooooooo..." she moaned as his tongue slipped into her pussy hole, moving his mouth up to her clit, he sucked on it as her head thrashed as her body was burning with need... need for something... Rubbing his fingers in her wetness, he slid one of them into her tight hole, and was stopped short by the barrier.

Completely shocked and unprepared, he pulled his mouth and hands from her pussy, "You're a virgin?!" Not that Brad was very experienced himself, he'd told the truth when he said that he'd liked Dana since freshman year; his one girlfriend that he'd had sex with had broken up with him not long afterwards. It hadn't been a very satisfying experience anyway, since they were both virgins things had just been awkward and uncomfortable. It hadn't even crossed his mind that Dana might still be a virgin.

Looking down at him with desire in her eyes, she spread her legs a little more her pretty breasts heaving, "Please Brad... don't stop..."

Any instinct Brad had towards preserving her innocence fled, she was gorgeous, he'd wanted her forever, and when her voice was filled with arousal and heat and she said his name like that... well an 18 year old horny boy wasn't one to argue. Besides, he could make sure that her first time was much better than his own experience had been.

Putting his head back down between her legs, he licked her even more carefully than before, really getting her pussy wet and sloppy with juices. Sliding his fingers back into her virgin hole, he pressed them against her hymen, seeing if it might break with just a bit of pressure. It didn't, but it didn't feel like it was going to take much more pressure to get it to go; Dana was panting a little as the pressure on her barrier of innocence was stretched, bringing a little bit of pain through the immense amount of pleasure. When Brad sucked her swollen clit back into his mouth, her back arched and the heat between her legs seemed unbearable.

Reaching her hands down towards him, she pleaded, "Please.... I need... OOOoooo..." she didn't know what she needed, but she needed it now.

Fortunately, Brad interpreted her begging correctly and pulled himself up over her soft body, placing the tip of his dick at her virgin entrance. For a moment, he hesitated, "Are you sure?" looking down at her tenderly, wanting to give her this chance to reconsider...

In answer her arms wrapped around his neck and she looked up at him, hazel eyes glowing and whispered, "Don't stop."

That was all his conscience needed. Slowly he began pushing his dick into her tight hole, gasping as the incredible wetness encasing his dick so perfectly. Dana's eyes were big and her mouth was a little "O" as her hole was really stretched around a dick for the first time. Brad bumped against the barrier, lowering his mouth to hers, he kissed her as he pushed forwards, his mouth muffling her little cry of pain as he slid home. Fully inside her exquisite tightness, he paused and waited as the one tear at the corner of her eye started to slide down her cheek. Kissing it away, he slowly pulled his dick back and then gently pushed forward again.

The pain wasn't much, for Dana, more of a short sharp jab - and now it was just getting used to having her pussy stretched around such a large long object. As Brad began pumping back and forth in her deflowered pussy, she could feel some of the pleasure starting to rise again. He lowered his mouth to her nipple, teasing it with his tongue as she slowly started moving back against his thrusts, meeting his hips with her own. Moaning a little, her body moved underneath his, turning him on even more as she responded to him. 

Wrapping his arms tenderly under her shoulders, cradling her head in his hands, he looked deep into her eyes as he purposefully thrust in and out of them, seeing the spark of passion in their depths. Kissing her lips, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, taking it as his dick was taking her pussy; he started moving more powerfully, wanting her to really feel every inch of him... wanting to make her his. 

Dana could feel the heat and hunger starting to build between her legs again, and she wriggled beneath Brad's thrusting body, striving desperately for something that she yearned after like a bitch in heat. She panted and moaned as she found a spot beneath him where his groin rubbed hard against her clit every time he plunged fully into her, the heat was starting to burn her unbearably as her whole body started to tingle.

"Oh... OH.... Oh God... OH GOD... OH GOD BRAD... OH GOD, DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!!!! OH MY GOD BRAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!" her whole body was flushed as the orgasm started to roll over her, spreading heat and fire throughout her entire being, making her buck and spasm beneath her thrusting lover. Brad moaned her name over and over as his cum started to spill into her pulsing pussy, a mantra of the long-awaited fulfillment of a dream. They were melded together on a wave of orgasmic high, slowly riding it out until both of them were completely spent and exhausted. 

Still on top of her, his black head nestled to her brown one, he asked, "So... you wanna go on a date sometime?"

Dana giggled, she could feel his dick slowly shrinking in her, "It's a little late for that isn't it?"

Brad nuzzled her ear with his lips, "Never too late to start something good."

She wiggled a little so that she could turn her head towards him, smiling happily in the final completion of her own high school dream, "In that case, absolutely."



Truth or Dare



As a marriage grows you eventually open up and tell stories about things that you would not ordinarily have told. This was the case with my wife. I had made the mistake of telling her about a gay experience that I had had earlier in my life. I had explained to her that the situation had happened against my will but that I had achieved orgasm during the act.

Kathy, my wife, also opened up and admitted that in college that she had passed out and awakened when a sorority sister was going down on her. She remembers blacking out again but in her dream she had an orgasm.

We were married three years before these stories came back to haunt us. 

One day we were driving back home to Florida from Virginia and we started playing truth or dare. It was innocent at first but then she asked a truth question and she didn't like my answer, thinking I was lying. The next time she said dare. The dare ended up being for me to dress up as a woman and she would dress as a man and we would go to a porno theater together.'

I, reluctantly, agreed to the dare but the day of the deed, I found I needed a little liquid courage. I ended up having two or three Jack Daniels too many and was feeling little pain when my wife dressed me in one of her dresses. She decided to have me go pantiless so that she could play with me (so she said).

She dressed in some of my clothes and wore a fake mustache and a baseball cap.

When we got to the theater we took a seat in the back and I noticed that I was the only "woman" in the place.

The movie showed a woman taking it from both ends and I could feel myself getting hard. After about ten minutes of the movie all I wanted to do was have Kathy suck me, but the dare was for me to stay through the entire movie without uttering a word.

A man came over and sat down next to me. I glanced at Kathy and I could see that she was smiling. Within five minutes he had his cock out and was stroking it. I coulld see out of the corner of my eye that he was looking at me. Suddenly I felt him take my hand and put it on his cock.

I didn't know what to do. I looked at Kathy and her eyes were glazed over and I could see that she was getting turned on by this so I allowed my hand to start to jerk him off. I looked again at Kathy and I could see that her hand was inside her jeans and she was masturbating herself. Suddenly the man put his hand behind my head and pulled it down towards his lap. I pulled back but heard Kathy hiiss "Yessss."

I looked over and saw that she was looking at me and nodding her head as her hand moved faster inside her pants. She actually wanted me to suck this man. So I lowered my head to his lap and took his six inch cock into my mouth. I could hear her breathing heavily as I put on a show for her. Within a minute I felt the man stiffen and he squirted in my mouth. I swallowed it and sat back up. Kathy was still and I knew that she had gotten off.

"That was the hottest thing that I have ever seen," Kathy whispered in my ear.

I was still a bit upset and whispered "Well, maybe you'd like to see me get fucked in the ass?"

I was amazed to see the glazed over look in her eye again as she nodded her head affirmatively.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

She looked down at the floor but I knew that she had meant it.

There had been two men that had watched me give head to the other man and they had moved to the back row when the man I had given head to had left.

"Maybe you'd like to give up a little to us?' one man said.

I glanced over at Kathy and saw her slipping her hand down into her jeans again.

I nodded my head to the man and he pulled down his zipper.

"I wanna fuck you," he said.

"Can't," I said, in as womanly a voice as I could "that time of the month."

The man looked disappointed.

"You want to fuck my ass?" I couldn't believe I heard myself say.

"Fuck yeah," I heard him say.

I reached into Kathy's jeans and her pussy was sopping wet as her hand moved rappidly over her clit. I took some of the juices in my fingers and reached under my dress and lubed up my asshole. I knelt up on the seat and pulled my dress up in such a way as to not show my cock or balls which were tightly between my legs.

Kathy's eyes were closed and I leaned over and whispered to her, "You had better watch this because it is for you."

Kathy opened her eyes and stared as I felt the man slowly insert his cock in my ass. Kathy moaned as I grunted and I saw her body stiffen as she orgasmed. Usually her clit is very sensitive after she cums but after only a moment of rest I saw her hand start to move in her jeans again. The man in my ass only lasted two minutes before unleashing a hefty load.

"That was fantastic honey," he whispered in my ear, "can my friend have a go?"

I nodded my head as I looked in Kathy's eyes. She shivered again as she achieved another orgasm. The second man was as quick as the first and he leaned over and whispered, 

"Sweetie, there is a line forming here, do you want to take them on?"

I looked at Kathy.

"Do you want them all to fuck me?"

Kathy's voice shivered, "Oh, do it. Let them fuck you."

I turned around and saw six or seven men standing in line.

"Okay," I said.

I was there for two hours and allowed twelve men to fuck me. I believe that two or three of them were men who went a second time. I came twice in my dress without touching myself because it was such a turn on for me to see Kathy cum over and over and over again.



Truth or Dare



My name is Ivy. My mother named me this because she always so adored the way ivy crept up along the side of our house, as though it wanted inside. Me? I feel as though I am constantly looking for a way out. Looking for a way to just go crazy, something that I admit I never do. I'm what you would call a safe girl. I head off to school in the morning (usually in the rain since I'm attending the University of Seattle). The day seems to drift by uneventful until I make my way to my job as a server at Lilly's. It's the hottest eatery in Seattle right now and mind you I still can't seem to get a date. But lately I haven't been looking at the men there anyways.

So many beautiful, exotic and powerful women seem to come into eat at Lilly's. They're either on their lunch break from work or having a drink with friends at the end of a long day. I've been catching myself eyeing at these women more and more and I have to admit it scares me. This all coming from a "safe girl" as I stated earlier. Though the more I notice them, the more I see them noticing me too. 

I may not go to the gym everyday but I do take care of myself. I'm about 5'5 with honey colored skin, piercing green eyes (as I've been told before) and long dark hair. I'm an average girl weight wise with perky breasts and long legs. My servers uniform may leave a lot to the imagination but when I cocktail my tight fitting shirt shows just enough cleavage to earn me 20% tips.

I know I'm not ugly by any means but these women that I see are so gorgeous, so regal even. I thought that even if I struck up a conversation with a woman there I would chicken out right at the moment where I could really experience something exciting and new. So I never did, until a lonely night after work last week when a woman struck up her own conversation with me.

It was a busy Thursday night for us at Lilly's. We have half priced martinis on Thursdays and that seems to attract all after a day's work. I had just worked a double and was about to get off when for some reason I decided to stay and have one drink. A drink just to relax and talk to my friend Blake who is the bartender there. I ordered my apple martini and began to chat it up with Blake talking about the usual gossip in the workplace when he noticed a woman at the end of the bar staring at me.

"Ivy, that gorgeous girl over there has been eyeing you for the last fifteen minutes, are you blind or something honey?"

"What are you talking about, she's probably looking at you," I said.

"Baby she knows I'm gay and trust me she is staring at you...oh, look over there, she's smiling in your direction."

Blake walked away calmly as he always does and I looked over to my right and I couldn't believe it but there was a beautiful woman smiling at me. I smiled back but then became nervous and looked away. I felt as though I had to get out of there and just as I was about to leave she was standing right in front of me.

"I noticed your drink was empty, I was wondering if I could buy you another one and convince you into staying at bit?"

I was silent for a moment but then I looked over in Blake's direction and he was giving me the go for it look.

"Sure," I said. "That would be great."

She proceeded to sit next to me and order me, as well as herself, two mojitos.

This woman was beautiful as anything I had ever seen. She had obviously been at work because she adorned a perfectly fitting gray pinstripe suit with sexy black heels to boot. She had shimmering blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair, which I absolutely loved. Her lips were full and pouty and I of course noticed her beautiful breasts from her cleavage in her lavender button down shirt.

"Hi my name is Laura, I come here a lot, I don't know if you've seen me but I've definitely seen you."

"No I don't think I have because I would remember seeing you," I said. 

Just as the words escaped my mouth I couldn't believe that I had said that, I was flirting with this woman and it was exciting. I felt confident and relaxed all of the sudden.

"Oh, thank you," Laura said. "I just got off, I work at the school across the street, I teach second grade over there."

A teacher. I all of the sudden found myself imagining her in glasses, a tight blouse and a pencil skirt. I wished my own second grade teacher had looked like Laura. Maybe this is what I needed, what I had always wanted. An opportunity to let loose and be free. I told myself that this time, if the chance arose; I was going to take it.

"Really, gosh I wish my own second grade teacher had looked like you, I probably would have gone to school more," I said boldly.

I was nervous waiting for her reaction, this was it. She began to giggle and smiled gently and I knew everything was alright.

Laura and I began talking about our lives and our futures; we talked as though we had known each other for years. She made me feel so comfortable, so relaxed and yet I was anxious and excited at the same time. Laura was funny, witty and of course very smart. We talked for hours, all the while drinking a lot I had noticed. But I wasn't worried about that, the martinis had seemed to take down my walls a bit and let me enjoy the night. After what seemed to be only minutes Blake was telling us that he had to close down the bar now, it was 2 am already!

"Oh wow, we've been talking for five hours!" Laura said giggling.

"I know, I've had such a great time too," I said, not really knowing what I wanted her to say.

"Me too," Laura said. "I don't want the night to end either," she continued, letting her hand rest gently upon my thigh.

I took in a breath and I knew that is exactly what I wanted her to say.

"I don't want this night to end either, how about you come over to my place. We can pick up some wine on the way there and continue our conversation."

"Sounds perfect," Laura said.

We bid farewell to Blake for the night laughing and stumbling a little too out the door. Luckily I lived just down the street so we didn't need to drive at all. 

"There's a convenient store on the way, we can pick up some drink and munchies there," I said.

We stopped at the store and got a bottle of cheap wine, which I now know seems to get you tipsy much quicker than expensive wine for some odd reason, and made our way to my loft. I live in a quaint but very cute loft apartment, which I have always wanted. My home is furnished in a modern style and I knew that Laura liked that as well from our long conversation at the bar.

"Nice place, it's very...urban."

"Thanks," I said. I wasn't sure what was supposed to happen now really.

Laura sat herself down on my black sectional and began to pop open the bubbly.

"I think it's time to continue the party," she said, sporting a naughty look on her face.

"I agree."

We opened the wine and began to talk and laugh about our past relationships and our work. We started to get into more taboo talk eventually, letting out our embarrassing sexual experiences and even our sexual fantasies.

"There is one fantasy that sometimes I think I'm never going to be able to fulfill though," Laura began. "I've wanted to experience what it would be like to be with another woman for so long, not in a romantic relationship sense, but in a passionate sexual way. I thought I would never find a girl I could want to be with in that way, well that is until I saw you at the restaurant. The way you are so nice and gentle with everyone made me want to know you, and now that I've gotten to all I can focus on is your gorgeous mouth and never ending legs."

After hearing all of this I had no idea how to respond, or I did but I was too nervous to. We sat in silence for a minute and then I notice Laura leaning in closer to me, she placed her soft hand on my bare thigh again and I quivered.

"Are you alright with this," she said.

"I want to be," I replied anxiously.

"Here, how about we play a game then, we'll play...hey, let's play truth or dare."

"What, are you crazy, I haven't played truth or dare since like fifth grade," I said.

"Humor me for a minute then."

"Alright," I said. "What did you have in mind then?"

"Well first rule of the game is you have to pick truth or dare Ivy."

I knew where this was going and where I it could lead to and I was actually getting aroused even at the thought of it.

"Dare," I said confidently, looking right into Laura's eyes.

"Alright then, dare it is. I dare you to kiss me Ivy."

I had a feeling that was what she was going to ask me and I was preparing myself to do it. I didn't really even have time to think, I wanted to touch Laura so bad, to feel her soft fair skin on mine. I leaned in and began to kiss her. At first it was a little awkward and new but as we began to get into the scene we were soon letting each others tongues slide together and nibbling one another's lips. Laura stuck her tongue out and I met it with mine as we let our tongues dance together. I was becoming so wet and so turned on, I felt myself wanting so much more.

"Let's go upstairs to the bedroom, there's more space up there," I said.

We both made our way up the spiral staircase and layed down on top of my white down comforter. I lay beside Laura and began kissing her again but letting my right hand roam free. I started by teasing her over her clothes, running my fingers over her swollen nipples and now wet crotch. She had taken her jacket off downstairs but was still in her pants and button down blouse. I slowly undid each button all the while licking and kissing her neck and ear. I heard her moan with pleasure as I opened up her shirt and felt beneath her white lace bra. Her nipples were hard and erect and I just had to have my mouth around them, now.

"Get undressed for me," I said to her seductively.

Laura stood up and took off her shirt, she undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. Her breasts were large but still very perky. She then took down her pants and stood there in her white thong, her ass was amazing too. 

"Come here," I said.

She walked over and I took each side of her thong and brought it down to the floor allowing her to step out of it. She began to sit on the bed again but I stopped her.

"No, stay standing for a bit if you can," I said.

"Of course I can," she replied.

I sat on the edge of the bed, Laura standing in front of me naked and beautiful. I began to reach my hands up and play with her hard nipples, rolling them in between my fingers. I then worked my hands down her stomach and over her curvy hips to find her very wet inner thighs. I parted her legs a little more and softly worked my fingers over her bald pussy. I slowly felt and flicked at her clit and pussy lips.

"Oh, oh yeah, that feels so good," she whispered.

I then began to finger her very slowly, first entering one finger into her wetness but then using two and going much deeper. Her legs were far apart enough now that I could use my tongue to flick at her swollen clit. So I did just that.

"Oh gosh, oh Ivy, lick my pussy,"

"Mmmmm...you taste so good Laura," I said.

She did too. I had to have more of her so I told her to lie on the bed. She layed down with her feet at the edge and I place myself on the floor in front of her. I first licked along her inner thighs and teased her a little but then began to lick over her pussy lips and clit, up and down her entire vagina. I parted her lips and allowed myself room to lick and flick my tongue on her clit allowing her to pant harder and harder.

"Yeah, that's it Ivy, right there, keep doing that."

I then lifted the hood of her clit and got direct sensation to it with my flicking tongue and Laura moaned louder.

"Oh gosh, oh baby, I'm gonna come, oh you lick my pussy so good."

Right when I thought she was going to orgasm I plunged a finger into her soaking wet pussy while still flicking and sucking at her clit. She began to shake and arched her back and I got even more excited watching her.

"Yeah, yeah, oh yeah...oh Ivy, don't stop, I'm coming baby...lick up all my juices for me, don't stop," Laura yelled.

I moaned with her as she came so hard, well harder than I myself had ever even come. She then relaxed and let out a big sigh.

"Wow Ivy, that is seriously the best orgasm I've ever experienced, thank you so much."

"The pleasure was all mine, trust me," I said.

She leaned forward and kissed me hard tasting all of the sweet juices left on my tongue.

"Now it's your turn," Laura said.

So I of course calmly replied...

"Truth or dare then?" 



Truth or Dare



It was the first time I had seen Michelle since we were teenagers.

Michelle is my cousin, my mother's sister's daughter. While growing up she had lived around the corner from us and we hung out together a lot. Late at night I would sneak out and meet her on the roof of her apartment building where we would smoke cigarettes and bull shit. 

Michelle had been responsible for the first time I got laid. Still a virgin at seventeen she had convinced one of her girlfriends to take my cherry.

Michelle had always been attractive but when I opened the door and saw her standing there I was stunned by how gorgeous she had become. 

She stood about five foot seven with long flowing auburn hair and a very full bust.

Michelle had married a electrician and moved away to Florida almost ten years ago. She had returned home for a visit an d decided to drop in on me for a surprise visit.

I was still a bachelor not having met the right woman yet. 

I invited her in checking out her nicely rounded ass in her tight fitting blue jeans as she entered.

After exchanging the latest news I asked her if she would like to smoke some weed with me.

I got out my bong and some of the greatest Columbian Gold and before long we were both in La La land.

"Remember how we use to play Truth or Dare?" Michelle asked.

"Yes." I replied fondly remembering our nights on the rooftop.

"Want to do it again?" she asked.

"We're not kids anymore." I reminded her.

"Oh c'mon, don't be a party pooper!" she persisted, "Truth of dare?"

"Truth." I conceded. "When was the last time you got laid?" Michelle asked.

"About nine months ago." I confessed.

"Shit, that must suck!" she responded.

"Fuck off, when was the last time you got laid?" I countered.

"Last night, by a girl!" my cousin revealed.

"We were at a club, I love the big city life!" Michelle smiled.

"Truth of dare?" Michelle asked.

"Truth."

"How big is your dick?"

"Get out of here!" I protested.

"C'mon, don't be such a baby." Michelle coaxed.

"About five and a half inches." I admitted.

"Can I see it?" she asked.

"Can I see your tits?" I replied.

"With or without a bra?" Michelle questioned.

"Bare." I ordered. Michelle thought about it momentarily, "O.K." she agreed.

"But you have to keep it out three minutes." she demanded.

Of course I was hard as a rock when I pulled my cock out for her to examine. Casually she reached out and took me into her hand. A shiver shot through my body as her warm fingers closed around my cock.

Casually she yanked it a few times ad when a drop of precum appeared on the tip she surprising kissed it off. I almost gave her a facial.

"O.K., show me the goods!" I said holding back my load.

Releasing my cock Michelle lifted her sweater and bra allowing her large mounds to tumble out. Her big pink nipples were erect.

"Is it cold in here?" I sarcastically asked.

"Don't be a smart ass, I am so horny now." my cousin admitted.

"Want to suck it?" I brazenly asked.

My cock was still exposed waving in Michelle's face, without answering her mouth closed around it.

Her tongue caressed my meat while I fondled her bare breasts like two lumps of pizza dough.

My hips began thrusting my cock further into her mouth until surprisingly she was taking my entire cock into her head. I released her breasts and gripped her head in my hands as I skull fucked her with nine months of built up passion. 

I wondered what the proper etiquette was regarding cumming in your cousin's mouth when she was sucking you off? The way she was working my cock with her tongue I knew she was no novice at having a cock in her mouth and decided to let her taste my cum.

The floodgate opened and three huge spurts of cum fired into Michelle's throat. Without hesitation or gagging my hot sperm slid down her throat.

"God that was good!" she said licking my spent cock clean.

"Let's fuck!" she exclaimed as she started to disrobe.

I watched my cousin quickly become naked before my eyes. Brazenly she removed her clothing until she slid her panties down over her hips exposing her smoothly shaven pussy lips.

"God, I'm going to hell!" I thought, "Fucking my cousin."

Michelle lay back on the sofa, her knees in the air and her legs wide spread. I could see her aroused clit protruding between her swollen lips. 

"Fuck me cousin." she urged.

My cock was already erect again and wanting to slid into her warm, wet sanctuary. Without answering I positioned myself between her open legs.

My cock slid into her hungry passage like a sword into its scabbard, effortlessly following the curvature into her sacred depths.

I was staring into Michelle's eyes as she accepted my cock into her womb and I could see I had unlocked her desires. Our tongues intertwined as we kissed and we began that ancient rhythm of mating. It was like fucking an angel, her body moved in perfect synchronicity with my cock. Her hips gyrated beneath me tugging my cock in eccentric circles as it slid in and out of her starving cunt.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" she begged as her cunt pulled me deeper and deeper into her wet fuck hole.

My cousin's arms and legs were wrapped tightly around me clinging to my cock like cum sucking leach.

"I am going to cum in you." I warned her.

"Yes, yes, give me a baby!" Michelle moaned.

I did not know if it was just sex talk or if she really wanted me to impregnate her. During all the time she had been married she had never had any children, maybe her husband was impotent? I knew it would be a sin to ejaculate into my fertile cousin but I knew it was too late to stop.

It was the perfect climax, Michelle's orgasm was the most intense orgasm I had ever seen a woman experience whilst my sperm flowed into her womb.

I collapsed exhausted on top of my cousin's naked body. Her skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration and she lay breathless beneath me as my spent cock soaked in her fertilized hole.

We lay there lifeless together as Michelle's breathing returned to normal. Amazingly my long neglected cock began to stir within my cousin's sodden cunt. Michelle's hips began to twitch feeling new life inside of her.

In minutes we were fucking again, this time at a more leisurely pace. As my cock slid in and out of her sloppy passage I could hear the soft squishing noise coming from around my cock and the guttural moans escaping her mouth.

"Oh God Rick, I love your cock!" she moaned as her hips rose up to meet my plunges.

We kissed again as she began to gyrate on my cock.

As Michelle moaned I realized I was fucking a younger version of my mother and loving it. I remember when Mom was about Michelle's age I had accidentally seen her naked going from the bathroom to her bedroom. I had jerked-off for days with the image of her naked tits bouncing down the hall. Now I had those tits in my hands.

Michelle and I probably shared ninety-nine point nine percent of the same genes, you could say we were "made for each other". My cock fit so perfectly in her cunt, curving to match her passage with the head resting so close to her sperm gathering apparatus. If she wanted to become pregnant she had chosen the right cock to do the job.

My cock throbbed inside my cousin as my balls built up another load of sperm to inject into her thirsty womb.

"Do you like fucking your cousin?" Michelle teased, "I'm going to have your baby."

The thought of making a baby with Michelle had taken over my mind, with all caution thrown to the wind I was determined to impregnate her.

"Close your eyes and I'll give you a little girl." I promised.

Michelle's eyes closed as my sperm flooded her once again.



Truth or Dare



A couple of years ago, I organized a camping trip with some of my nephews in the backwoods of the Ozarks. The three of us had grown up together, having by some stroke of fate had parents who were pregnant at the same time. At the time of our little retreat, I had just turned 21, my nephew Josh was 20, and his younger brother Alan was 18. Alan had just graduated high school, and Josh and I had both been away at College, so the three of us hardly got to hang out anymore, which is what prompted our trip.

The trip wasn't planned to be anything big. We were going to sit around the campfire and talk, cook some camp food, and all that. It turned out to be more than that in the end, though.

On our first night in camp, after we'd already been talking and hanging out for a while, the talk turned to sex, and all about what kinds of things we'd done with girls in the past. Alan was new to the dating scene, and hadn't gotten all that far with any of his high school girlfriends. Josh and I, on the other hand, had had plenty of time to sample the variety while away at college, and it wasn't long before we were trading sexual stories. I learned how Josh's most recent ex-girlfriend liked to make gulping sounds when she swallowed his load, and I told them about a small Korean girl I'd dated my first year who liked to roleplay in bed and liked to dress like a little anime girl when we were in public. Pretty soon, the conversation died down, and we were all shifting uncomfortably to try and adjust the rigid dicks that threatened to betray our arousal through the fabric of our pants.

Then Josh had the idea of playing truth or dare.

The rules were pretty standard, except that when we played in the past, we always made it Truth, Dare, or Big Dare. The sexual tension was still in the air, and it wasn't long before the truths and the dares started becoming more and more sexual.

"Alan," Josh said, "I dare you to take out your dick and let us see how big it is."

Alan didn't protest. In no time, he had pulled down his shorts and boxers enough to pull out the meaty shaft of his dick, which flopped a little, half-rigid, against the fabric of his shorts.

We looked at it in silence, and it was Alan's turn. His dick still hanging loose, he said confidently, "I dare you to take out your dicks and to rub them against each other."

It was one of those things, one of those times when your hormones are so overwhelming, and your body is so tense with anticipation that you don't even think twice about what it is you're doing. Like when you're with a girl for the first time, and she's willing to go all the way, and it leads from groping to frenching to fingering to sex. That's what this was. And Josh and I didn't hesitate to whip out our dicks, and step shyly towards each other, taking our limp monsters in our hands, rubbing them against one another.

I remember how hairy he was, and how his dick felt hot as it rubbed against mine. And I remember standing there, my dick in my hand, and looking over at Alan who was now squeezing and stroking his dick a little too.

We stood there, rubbing ourselves in silence for a couple of minutes before Josh said, "It's your turn, Brian."

"Sure," I said, stepping back just a foot or so from Josh. "I dare you to suck on Alan's dick while I jerk off onto you, Josh."

He looked at me dead in the eye, and I saw him lick his lips before he responded. "Okay." He started to undress, and then went over to where his brother was sitting, and laid his clothes down in front of Alan before laying himself on the ground. He looked over at me, and grasped his brother's dick, taking it slowly in his mouth.

Alan moaned, and I saw him arch his hips into Josh's mouth as Josh started to make sucking noises on his cock.

I stepped closer, pulling my own shirt off, and pulling off my shorts to give my dick more freedom. I stopped, standing over the couple, rubbing my palm heavily against my dick, which was growing harder and throbbing against the palm of my hand. Quietly, I got on my knees behind Josh, spreading his legs as I moved closer to his body.

I shuddered as my dick brushed against the skin of his naked ass, and he gasped against Alan's throbbing dick. "Oh God," Alan groaned.

I started to stroke myself. I was quick, already so turned on that I could hardly keep myself in check. Before long, I was making hard pumps with my hand along my shaft, and feeling the bulge of semen begging to be released from inside. "Shit, I'm cumming," I grunted, and with a few, quick spurts, my white, hot, sticky cum burst forth and landed heavily on my nephew's back. Josh gasped again, and as I continued to stroke my dick, small bits of cum continuing to ooze out, Josh reached back to rub at his back, rubbing some of the cum into his skin.

He rolled onto his side, and reached forward with his now cum covered hand to grab my dick from me, swirling his thumb over the tip to get some more cum on himself.

"Now, suck me," Josh said. "I dare you to suck me, Brian." It was more of a command than a dare. I saw hunger in Josh's eyes, and I looked down with hunger at his cock.

It was massive. At least 8 inches, and 2 inches around. I know, because I grasped it fully with my hand, and felt how big it was. Since then, I've gotten sex toys, some of them dildos, and they're about the size that he was.

Josh rolled onto his back, spreading his legs wide for me, as I slowly jerked his cock. He closed his eyes, and made low breathing sounds. "Suck me," he moaned softly.

I lowered myself, opening my mouth for the first time to take in another man's cock, and tried to shove it all the way inside. At first I choked and gagged, because I couldn't handle it all. So I started to make small sucking movements along his dick. And he responded. Immediately he grabbed my hair, pulling at it and forcing me along his hot, sweaty shaft. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, and I bit down gently on his shaft as I sucked his cock, and he screamed out. All the while, he kept urging me on with his little kneading hands, and his moans which grew louder and louder.

I slid my tongue along the base of his shaft, and made sure to get it nice and wet. Soon, I picked up the pace, and started to suck him faster and faster, sucking hard against the smooth, aching skin of his shaft.

He gave me fair warning. "I'm going to cum." I kept sucking. "Oh God, Brian, I'm going to cum. Do you want it in your mouth?"

"Mmm hmm," I moaned, not taking my mouth off the skin of his meat.

"Oh God!" I heard him scream, and then felt it as his hot, sticky load burst into my mouth. It came in heavy streams, and in no time at all, my mouth was filled with it. So much so, that even though I tried to take it all, some of it spilled out of my mouth back onto his dick and on my lips. I pulled away, and had to spit some of it out before swallowing the rest.

It was salty and hot, and like nothing I'd ever tasted before. I loved it. Josh was already rubbing his cum soaked cock, and I pulled his hand away so I could lick away the cum that had spilled on him. He watched quietly, and I felt his dick spasm as my tongue ran along it, licking him clean.

"That was good," Josh finally exhaled. He was out of breath, and his dick was limp against his leg.

"Alan," I said, wiping the last of Josh's cum from my lips and chin, "it's your turn to pick. Do you dare someone?"

His mouth was agape, and he had to lick his lips to get them wet to speak again. He had been stroking his cock slowly, and Josh and I both looked at it eagerly.

"Umm," Alan thought, "I dare you to fuck Josh in the ass."

"Mmm," I smiled, "sure, but I need a little time to recharge. In the meantime, do you wanna cum on my face?"

"Mine too," Josh encouraged.

"Uh huh," Alan panted, stroking his cock again, "yeah."

Josh and I moved over to Alan, and he stood up over us, his dick suspending in his hand. Alan's dick was smaller, probably average size, but it was hard and it was full of another hot load. He started to stroke it, looking down at us.

Josh and I offered words of encouragement, to keep him going. "Yeah, stroke it. Give us your cum." "Cum on my face." "Lemme taste your cum. Oh God!"

Alan started to buck in his hand, and he leaned forward, trying to get his dick as close to our faces as possible before he finally made those last, few, furious thrusts, and exploded across our faces. I felt it, and so did Josh. We got a full, hot load in spurts and streams on our cheeks and forehead and eyes. Alan finished stroking himself, and Josh and I looked at each other, taking note of the cum all over our faces. And then we kissed heavily, and I felt another man's tongue for the first time. We rubbed our hands over one another, and I reveled at the feel of his bare chest and his muscular arms. Alan pressed his dick against our faces as we made out, and finally we tore ourselves apart to take turns licking him clean.

"Fucking Christ," he said, exhausted and shaking. He collapsed onto the ground, sitting awkwardly, lit by the firelight. "I never thought I'd do that with a guy."

"Well, neither did we," I said. Josh nodded his assent.

"Do you think this makes us gay?" Alan asked.

"No, I don't think so," I replied. "It just means that we're doing this together. It's okay. No one will know. I'm not going to tell anyone, at least."

"Neither am I," Josh said.

"Yeah. Me too. I won't tell." Alan assured.

We sat like that for a while, pondering what had just gone on, before I finally felt my dick hard enough to go again. I looked over at Josh. "You ready to do this?"

"Yeah. Let's do it."

Josh got up on his hands and knees, positioning himself as I pulled up behind him. He reached back between his legs, fondling my balls and dick. I moaned, and started to rub my dick between his ass cheeks. He groaned at that, and I used both hands to spread his cheeks apart to find his hole.

It was awkward at first, and every time I thought I had it lined up just right, I'd push forward and it would slide between his cheeks. Finally, I found the hole with the tip of my dick, and pushed forward, groaning loudly at the feel of how tight it was as I pushed my dick into his ass.

Josh breathed through his teeth, and I asked if it hurt. He said a little, but told me to go ahead. I didn't need much encouraging. I grabbed his thighs and started to rail his ass. We were both grunting, and Josh and I took turns reaching down to stroke his dick and fondle it as I pumped him. Alan watched, silent, but stroking his own limp dick as well.

Josh's ass was so tight. I could feel it squeeze at the base of my dick every time I forced my shaft in. It didn't take long for me to plateau, and I gave Josh warning. "I'm going to cum, do you want it inside you?"

"Yes!" he moaned.

That was all the assurance I needed. I pushed forward, hard, bucking against his tight ass a few more times before finally letting my cum spill forth, shooting deep inside my nephew's virgin hole.

"Oh fuck," he grunted, moving himself back and forth against my dick, squeezing it with his ass to milk it more.

"Yeah. My God." I swallowed, my throat and lips dry from the effort. I sat there for another few moments, my dick throbbing weakly inside him, before finally backing out, and letting my dick breathe air again. "Phew," I breathed.

It went on after that, with us talking about new things to try, and sleeping naked in the tent that night. I was woken up a couple of times by Josh, who was hungry for more of my seed. He sucked me off in the middle of the night, and we were loud enough to wake up Alan. And then it was Alan's turn to be fucked in the ass.

All in all, it was a great weekend. Not at all what I thought would happen, but it was definitely a pleasant surprise. We have another weekend like that scheduled for this coming summer. I can't wait.



Truth or Dare



INT. DANIELLE'S BEDROOM, NIGHT.

Danielle and Steve were good friends in high school, but after going to separate colleges, they had lost touch. When they got back in town for the summer, Danielle called Steve and invited him over. We find them sitting on Danielle's bed, smoking a joint and pleasantly reminiscing about the old days. 

DANIELLE: Hey, remember when I slept over at your house that one time?

STEVE: Yeah. That took so much convincing before my parents let you stay the night.

DANIELLE: Yeah. Mine too. Remember how we used to play truth or dare all the time?

STEVE: I do.

DANIELLE: That was funny.

STEVE: It was. I believe the most exciting dare was when you ran around the house in just your panties.

DANIELLE: Still, you got to see me topless.

STEVE: And you saw my butt, I believe.

DANIELLE: Oh that's right, I did.

STEVE: I don't think I've played since then.

DANIELLE: Oh yeah? Well... are you high?

STEVE: Yeah.

DANIELLE: Wanna play now?

Steve considers for a moment.

STEVE: Well, we're not in high school anymore.

DANIELLE: I know. Maybe it'll be a little more... risqué.

STEVE: Ok. Fine. Any limits?

DANIELLE: Hmmm... What do you think?

STEVE: Well. We're adults. We don't need to... set actual limits... I guess.

DANIELLE: Ok then. Agreed. No limits.

STEVE: Fine.

DANIELLE: Truth or dare?

STEVE: Uhhh. I'll start with a truth.

DANIELLE: Ok... How big is your penis?

STEVE: What?

DANIELLE: Answer the question.

STEVE: That's... I mean...

DANIELLE: You said no limits!

STEVE: I haven't measured it.

DANIELLE: You're a liar.

STEVE: I haven't.

DANIELLE: Come on, all boys measure their penis.

STEVE: If I had to guess, I'd say roughly around... 7 inches.

DANIELLE: Really?

STEVE: I think.

DANIELLE: Hmm. That's big. I don't know about that.

STEVE: Well, you'll just have to take my word for it.

DANIELLE: I guess... For now.

Steve lets out an awkward laugh. Mostly out of nervousness.

STEVE: You're turn. Truth or dare?

DANIELLE: Uhh. Truth.

STEVE: When's the last time you masturbated?

DANIELLE: That's an easy one.

STEVE: Ok, when?

DANIELLE: Last night before going to bed. I have a vibrator.

STEVE: Aha.

DANIELLE: You're turn.

STEVE: You don't waste time do you?

DANIELLE: I got a good dare in mind.

STEVE: Really? Well I choose truth then.

DANIELLE: God... you are still such a pussy.

STEVE: Hey, I can pick which ever I want.

DANIELLE: What's your favorite position?

STEVE: Well. Uhh. You want me to describe it?

DANIELLE: Yes.

STEVE: I like to put the girl on the edge of the bed, lay her down, spread her legs as wide as they can go, while I stand over her, and then... just start...

DANIELLE: Fucking her?

STEVE: Yup.

DANIELLE: Ooo.

STEVE: What?

DANIELLE: That sounds... nice. I'll have to try that sometime.

STEVE: Yeah well, truth or dare?

DANIELLE: Dare.

STEVE: Oh, ok then. Uhh. You have to sit through the rest of this game in just your panties.

DANIELLE: What?

STEVE: Too much for you?

DANIELLE: Fine, on one condition.

STEVE: What?

DANIELLE: You have to choose dare next.

STEVE: Fine.

Danielle slowly stands up. First she reaches down and pulls her top over her head revealing her semi see-through bra and her perfect size breasts. She then unzips the back of her skirt and lets it drop to her ankles. She is wearing a cute pair of red bikini panties.

DANIELLE: Bra off too?

STEVE: That's the dare.

DANIELLE: Fine.

She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, her breasts are let free. They are beautiful. She stands in front of him naked in just her little red panties. She catches Steve staring at her crotch. A little bit of camel toe is visible. She sits back down, keeping her legs the slightest bit open, her camel toe even more apparent now. Steve feels his cock harden.

DANIELLE: There. Done. Now you. Dare or... dare?

STEVE: I guess I'll have to go with dare.

DANIELLE: I dare you to... go to that dark corner over there and... masturbate until I tell you to stop. Facing me.

STEVE: What?

DANIELLE: That's the dare.

STEVE: No way.

DANIELLE: Hey. No limits, remember! That was your call.

Steve looks over at the corner.

STEVE: That corner's not even dark.

DANIELLE: It is kind of.

STEVE: No it's not.

DANIELLE: Just be grateful I didn't make you do it right here in front of me.

STEVE: I have to masturbate?

He had a full on hard on now.

DANIELLE: Yes. Until I tell you to stop. And you have to face me. Naked.

Steve takes one last look at the "kind of dark" corner. 

STEVE: Fine. But you're going to get it after this.

DANIELLE: Alright. Go on then.

Steve walks over to the corner. Danielle snickers because she really does have the perfect view from where she's sitting. Steve starts to unzip his pants. He reaches through his jeans and makes to pull his cock out. 

DANIELLE: Nope.

STEVE: What?

DANIELLE: You have to be completely naked.

STEVE: That wasn't part of the dare.

DANIELLE: Yes it was. 

STEVE: You never said that.

DANIELLE: Yes I did! I made the dare, and that was part of the dare - you have to be butt naked. Now strip.

Steve sighs and shakes his head. He pulls off his shirt revealing his hard chest and stomach. He undoes his belt and slips his pants off, now standing only in his boxer briefs - his hard cock pushing against the fabric, creating a rather visible tent.

DANIELLE: Looks like you're ready. Take em' off cowboy.

Danielle watches intently as Steve hooks his fingers on the elastic and slips them down. His cock bounces up after being freed, already moist with pre-cum. Danielle let's out a small gasp at the sight of it.

DANIELLE: Oh.

STEVE: What?

DANIELLE: It is big.

STEVE: Heh.

DANIELLE: Go on now. And remember: you have to keep going until I tell you to stop.

Steve grabs his cock with his right hand and starts to stroke. His cock is so hard that he almost comes at the first touch, but he goes slow. Danielle watches intently, unknowingly licking her lips. She feels her pussy start to ache for attention as he panties start to get damp.

Steve keeps stroking for a while, bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm. He lets out a moan.

STEVE: Ohhh.

He continues to stoke his huge, hard cock slowly. More pre-cum appears at the tip. It glistens in the light. He feels himself getting closer. Closer. CLOSER.

DANIELLE: Stop.

He stops. Looks around and realizes the reality of the situation. He quickly puts his briefs back on, but his cock still protrudes. Immediately there is a wet spot on the fabric from all the pre-cum. He walks back over and sits next to Danielle on the bed.

DANIELLE: Looks like you got yourself a bit wet there.

He looks down and sees the pre-cum spot. He looks over at Danielle. Her legs are spread a little wider than they were, and there is certainly a damp spot right where her pussy is.

STEVE: You too.

Danielle looks down at her red panties and sees the dark red spot in the middle. She closes her legs in embarrassment.

DANIELLE: Oops.

STEVE: You're turn.

DANIELLE: Dare.

STEVE: Alright then. I dare you too... Strip off your panties, lay back on the bed, spread your legs as wide as they can go, and play with your clit using your vibrator.

DANIELLE: What-

STEVE: Facing me.

DANIELLE: No fair.

STEVE: Why no fair?

DANIELLE: Because I let you go in the dark corner!

STEVE: Well, I'm upping the anti. Oh, and you have to stay naked after that. 

DANIELLE: What?! I don't know about this... I let you go in the corner; you're making me do it 3 feet in front of you!

STEVE: Hey, guess what?

DANIELLE: What?

STEVE: No limits. Payback's a bitch, ain't it.

Danielle thinks to herself for a moment.

DANIELLE: Fine. But just you wait till it's your turn again.

Danielle slowly stands up. She hooks her fingers under the strap of her red bikini panties - the wet spot now really apparent, and lets them slide down to her ankles. Steve almost loses his breath when he sees her perfect pink pussy with just a little patch of pubic hair on top. 

She steps out of her panties and goes over to her bed side drawer. She opens it and grabs a tiny white vibrator.

She walks back over to the queen-size bed and proceeds to lay down, her feet in the direction of Steve. She then puts her knees up, and in one slow swoop, spreads her creamy thighs, revealing her entire self to Steve - her pussy lips swelling, and already dripping.

STEVE: Wow. Looks like your ready then.

DANIELLE: Hmm.

She turns on the vibrator. Buzz. She slides it down between her breasts, down her stomach, through the patch of pubic hair, and between her slit allowing her pussy lips to spread. Buzz, buzz. She starts rubbing her clit.

DANIELLE: Ohh... ohh.

She begins to arch her back.

DANIELLE: Ohh. Mmmmm.

She starts to pump her pelvis in the air a little bit. 

DANIELLE: Yeah.

STEVE: Does that feel good?

DANIELLE: Ohhh. Oh god. Yeah.

Her pelvis thrusts get a little bigger.

DANIELLE: Oh god!

STEVE: Stop now.

DANIELLE: Ahh.

The buzz stops. She pulls the vibrator away and comes to rest on the bed. Legs still spread wide, pussy dripping, chest heaving.

DANIELLE: You're cruel.

STEVE: I try.

She slowly closes her legs, sneaking a chance to rub her hard nipples while she comes up to sitting.

DANIELLE: Truth or dare?

STEVE: Dare.

DANIELLE: I dare you to let me measure your cock.

STEVE: With what?

She reaches in her drawer and pulls out a ruler. 

DANIELLE: With this.

STEVE: Fine.

DANIELLE: Good. Stand up in front of me. Keep your hands at your side.

Danielle scooches to the edge of the bed. Steve takes his position. 

DANIELLE: Now. Let's see what ya got here...

She puts her fingers under the elastic and slowly pulls. His cock comes bopping up, almost hitting her in the face. His briefs slip to his ankles and he steps out of them. Danielle doesn't touch him, but just stares at his hard dick, twitching and begging for attention inches from her face. She observes.

DANIELLE: Hmmm. Nice. Except...

STEVE: What?

DANIELLE: ...I don't think it'd be fair if I measured it when it wasn't the hardest it could be.

STEVE: Ok. So what do we do about that?

DANIELLE: Well. Since you're not allowed to move your hands, I'll have to help you.

Danielle slowly grabs Steve's cock and in one slow, hard movement, pulls back his foreskin. Steve feels like he's about to cum at her touch. A bit of pre-cum squirts out the tip. 

DANIELLE: Oh. I love pre-cum. Do you mind?

STEVE: What?

DANIELLE: If I get some for myself.

She slowly leans in and licks the tip of his prick, spreading the pre-cum all around the head with her soft, hot, moist, tongue. Steve is now fully erect. She starts to stroke slowly - big full strokes. 

STEVE: Oh God.

She takes the ruler in the other hand and holds it next to his twitching cock.

DANIELLE: Oh wow. 8 inches. Looks like you were wrong.

STEVE: (Barely able to speak) Looks like it.

She gives him a few more strokes and then:

DANIELLE: You have a lot of pre-cum there. Let me help you out a little.

Danielle opens her mouth and takes Steve fully inside her. Steve feels the hot temperature and wetness all around his throbbing cock. She begins to slowly swirl her tongue around the head, causing Steve to almost blow his load right there.

STEVE: Oh my God.

She starts to stroke as she swirls her tounge around his huge cock, sucking and humming.

DANIELLE: Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmm.

STEVE: Oh god... Oh god....

She takes him out of her mouth and looks up at him with her innocent blue eyes, still stroking hard and slow.

DANIELLE: Are you going to come?

STEVE: Yes.... Yes.... Ye-

She stops and let's his cock go. It bops there inches from her face, twitching like crazy.

STEVE: Ahhhh!

DANIELLE: Payback's a bitch, ain't it?

She moves away from him, scooching back on the bed and resting against the wall with her knees up. She allows her thighs to part a decent amount. Steve gazes at her pink, perfect pussy. She stares at his hard, dripping cock.

DANIELLE: I'll take a dare.

STEVE: I dare you to let me rub your clit... with my cock.

She gasps.

DANIELLE: O- Ok.

Danielle's breathing increases at the thought of his cock near her pussy. She slowly scooches back to the edge of the bed, and spreads her legs, keeping her eyes on Steve's throbbing member. Steve grabs his cock and slowly touches it to Danielle's wet, pink pussy. Softly at first - barely grazing it.

DANIELLE: Oooh.

He begins to rub his tip up and down her slit, covering her already wet pussy with pre-cum. He goes up and down from her entrance to her clit.

DANIELLE: Ohhhhhhh God.

After massaging her for a while, he slowly lowers his cock back down to her hole, and then pushes it inside her, just the slightest bit.

DANIELLE: OHHH! Oh god!

STEVE: Should I push it in further?

DANIELLE: Oh yes! Oh god yes!

He pushes his hard cock deeper into Danielle's wet pussy, watching it slide in slowly.

STEVE: Ohhh god.

DANIELLE: OHHHHHH!

As soon as he's in to the hilt, he starts to pull it back out, slowly. And then push it back in, slowly. Watching the entire length of his 8 inch dick appear and then disappear between her pink, wet lips.

DANIELLE: Ohhhh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Yes. Yes.

He starts to go faster, and faster, and faster. She reaches up and puts one hand on his chest. He immediately grabs both her hands and pins them up above her head.

DANIELLE: Ohhhhhh.

He begins pumping harder & faster, now holding her arms down as if her hands were tied above her head.

DANIELLE: Oh God. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god! 

STEVE: Oh yeah! Your pussy is so tight!

DANIELLE: Oh my god! You're cock is so hard! It's so big!

STEVE: Fuck!

DANIELLE: Oh my God! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm cooooommmmmmminng!

Danielle suddenly goes quiet and arches her back closing her eyes tight. Steve keeps pumping hard and fast. After a moment:

DANIELLE: OOOOOOOOOH!

She comes like a train! Pussy juice comes squirting out of her wet cunt and onto Steve's balls. Steve feels the warm juices cover his cock. He doesn't pull out - he keeps pumping even harder and faster.

DANIELLE: (Trying to catch her breath) Oh god. Oh god. Oh God!

STEVE: Oh god.

Steve takes one of his arms and pins Danielle's right leg up. He keeps holding her wrists together above her head. He puts one foot on the bed, and starts to pump even faster. 

DANIELLE: Ohhhhh.

STEVE: Fuck! Yeah! You like that?!

DANIELLE: Oh my God! Oh my God I'm going to come again!

STEVE: So am I! Oooooohhhhhhh...

DANIELLE: Oh god! Come inside me! Come! Come! Come!

Steve closes his eyes and Danielle does the same. She arches her back again. Faster, faster, faster!

On the cusp of orgasming they both go silent, but keep pumping hard and fast! They feel their juices approach release! Closer. Closer! CLOSER! And then: he comes HARD into her pussy, just as she SQUIRTS all over the place! 

STEVE: Awwwwwwwwwwwww...

DANIELLE: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

His pumps start to slow down. 

STEVE: Oh Jesus Christ... Fuck.

DANIELLE: Oh my God.

Slowly, after catching his breath he pulls his cock (still throbbing hard and twitching) out of her hot, cum-filled pussy.

STEVE: Ohhh fuck.

DANIELLE: Oh my god. That was amazing.

STEVE: Yes it was.

They both pause for a moment. Panting and trying to catch their breath.

DANIELLE: (Through breathes) I believe it's your turn.

STEVE: What?

DANIELLE: Truth or Dare?

THE END.



Truth or Dare



Missy stood at her window looking out at the hard rain hitting the streets just outside her bedroom window. Her hands wrapped around a hot coffee mug, sipping at it slowly. Little chills were felt as the heat sunk out past the cups edge, kissing her face, warming it. Her over-sized sweater hung on her shoulders with fuzzy sweat pants loosely resting at her hips. Huge socks engulfed her feet as she pressed one on top of the other, leaning against the window.

The lights were still on at the second floor of the town house across the street. The lights were bright enough to see a man walking around inside, talking on the phone. Missy studied his body language, looking on with her curious eyes. He passed by the sliding glass doors, into the dining room, then into the kitchen. The man's hands waved around, describing something while he talked on the phone. Walking into the dining room, he sat down at the kitchen table, setting the phone down.

The phone rang and Missy reached for it, grabbing it off the night stand. 

"Hello" she said, waiting for a voice on the other end. 

"Ohh, hey. What are you up too?" Missy said. Her girlfriend went on, telling her all the stuff that she'd been up too. 

Still looking across the street, the kitchen light was off now as Missy gazed over at the sliding glass doors, the man still at the table, sitting in front of his computer. 

"Oh, not much, I'm just hangin' out relaxing." Missy said, trying to keep up with the conversation. 

"Yea...Yea... I'm going to bed here in a bit. It's been a long day. All the unpacking took forever!" she told her girlfriend, pulling the blinds, walking away from the window. 

A few minutes later and a goodbye, Missy hung up the phone. She stared at the empty bed, laying her robe over the footboard, John was working late once again as she turned the lights out, crawling into the cold sheets.

Rolling over the next morning, her arm laid flat to the pillow beside her. John was already gone and with a sigh, she rolled over, wishing for the hug that she normally got before he left for work. With many late nights, she was looking forward to the weekend, when they could spend time together. All she needed was just a couple hours with him, to get that connected feeling again. Awake from her thoughts, her feet hit the floor and she headed to the bathroom. 

Later, out of the shower and in her robe, she pulled the blinds open at her window.

He stood in front of the dining room table, looking out the sliding glass doors, drinking his coffee. He was still in his robe. It brought a small smile to her face. 

"Mmm. Coffee, now that sounds good." she said to herself, walking off to the kitchen. 

John had already made coffee before he left. Pouring herself a cup, she walked back into the bedroom. He was still standing there, his robe loosely tied with his chest peeking out just enough. His muscular thighs showed as his robe stopped at the middle of his thigh. 

His computer still open, with various papers lying on the table, he looked as though he had worked through the night. Missy wondered if he had the same long hours as John did. Missy continued to watch him while she brushed her wet hair, looking out the window.

Looking out his window off into different directions, he caught Missy looking at him from her bedroom window. Missy's robe was tied tightly in front of her as it cascaded all the way down, stopping just above her feet. 

A sudden excitement filled her, knowing he'd caught her staring at him. A delicious moment caught between them, she rose her cup to him and smiled. He looked on and with a small laugh, her smile returned. He continued to stare as his fingers grab a hold of his robe, pulling it out away from him. With a sexy wink, Missy suddenly realized that she never got dressed. Motionless, she stood feeling the mutual attraction. 

He held a finger up, as if to tell her to hold on for one moment. He turned and appearing to write on a piece of paper. Seconds later, he turned, holding the paper up to the window. 

In big black letters, "Good Morning, How are you?" it read. 

With the same reaction, she held up her finger, racing into the kitchen to grab a tablet of paper and a black marker. She returned, finding him standing there patiently waiting for her. With a big smile, she opened the tablet she began to write.

"Great! Good morning to you!" as she holds it up to the window, making it visible to him. 

His smile curls and then he turns to write again, pressing the piece of paper up against the window. 

"Truth or Dare?" Missy looked on with a look of surprise.

"Oh wow!" This is getting interesting." she thought to herself. 

A sexy smile appears on his face, crossing his arms, waiting for her reply. 

Missy looked down at the tablet. "Why not. I'm full of adventure." she said, out loud to herself, writing on the tablet. 

"Truth" she placed it against the window, waiting for his reply. 

He stood for a moment as if to think of something good. Then smiled, turning to write it down. 

"Nude underneath that robe?" said his paper, flat against the window. 

She quickly tore off the old piece of paper, writing her answer. "Yes!" biting her lip, holding the paper up again. 

A wicked smile covered his face, it's was unmistakable. 

He smiled, pointing back at her. "Oh? Hmm, my turn huh?" Missy talked into the glass, mouthing the words, as she looked down and began to write.

"Truth or Dare" A quick turn and he writes.

"Dare" returning the sheet of paper for her to see.

"I dare you to take your robe off." her smile turned to lust.

Missy could hardly stand still, watching, and waiting for his body language to change, his smile devious.

With very little hesitation, his hands move to the tie that holds his robe together. Slowly he pulls at it, taking his time, his fingers pulling it out in front of him as it becomes loose. His robe hanging now with his finger tips sliding into the collar. It opened little by little as his hard chest was revealed. Her eye's traveled, looking down to see his black, snug, boxers holding his length against him. 

With a rewarding smile, Missy pointed toward him. An encouraging smile formed as he turned to write, pressing the piece of paper up back against the window. 

"Truth or Dare" 

The heat inside her pushed her along as she looked down writing on the tablet. 

"Dare" For a minute he waited then turns to write. 

"Now. Yours." with his arms crossed, patiently waiting.

Her body heated to the core. The game of excitement was increasing at every turn. Pulling the tie, it laid flat against her body. With no delay she opened it, letting it drop into a heap at her feet. Chills covered her body as she watched his reaction. Her nipples tingled, hardening only inches away from the cold glass window. The large window held Missy's whole body in it, like a frame to a picture. 

Standing there motionless, he soaked up her beauty with his unbroken stare. Finally turning, grabbing the tablet. 

"Truth or Dare" the paper was held up in front of her erect nipples. 

"Dare" his reply came quickly.

"I dare you to drop your boxers." the anticipation of it was killing her. 

He turned with his back to the window, seductively sliding his hands down into his boxers. Rubbing his hard ass, he teasingly looked over his shoulder at her. Missy leaned into the glass hanging on his every movement. 

His boxers slid down inch by inch, revealing his smooth skin, until it lay at his feet. He began to turn little by little, revealing his hardened excitement. His hands brushed over his chest, sliding them down and around over his skin. His hands stopped, watching her hands, pressed against the glass. 

With a turn he writes. "Truth or Dare"

"Dare" Missy quickly responded, holding the paper up, while admiring his body. 

"Your window, 8pm. Tomorrow night!" A wicked smile and he leaned down, picking up his boxers and robe. He took one last look at her and with a small wave, walked away from his window, leaving her standing there.

Missy stood there at her window with her mind racing. She watched his smile disappear, as he walked away from the sliding glass doors. 

"Hmm, at 8pm. He's daring me to show up or daring me to continue?" she thought to herself, leaving her standing in front of the window for a long time, not able to shake his image. 

Looking up at the 3rd floor and then down to the 1st floor, she confirmed that no one else was watching. She realized that what they just did could've have been seen by anyone, looking out there windows. Missy smirked, leaning down to grab her robe, pulling it onto her shoulders.

Hours went by and then the phone rang. 

"Hey honey! ..." Missy said, talking to John. "Oh no, really?" he began to explain why he'd be late again for the next two nights. "Going to make it up too me? ..." she said laughing, trying to make light of the situation. "John, roll over and kiss me before you go in the morning..." she said. "...I hope your evening goes well, I miss you." as she hung up the phone. The night was quiet with only herself to make dinner for. She crawled into bed with thoughts of the man from the window until she finally fell asleep. 

The next morning, a faint soft kiss was felt at the base of her neck as it lingered down between her shoulders. Chills covered her skin, the sheets being pulled down, his warm breath and lips continuing to graze her skin until they stopped at the base of her spine. A delicious few moments and then it stopped. 

The sound of keys, and then front door shutting as John left for work. Rolling off her stomach, onto her back, Missy stretched as her hand lands on his pillow. 

"Ouch!" she gasped, feeling a sharp pain. 

Sitting up on one elbow, Missy kissed her finger as her eyes focused. A beautiful red long stem rose was cradled by John's pillow. Sitting up, crawling out of the sheets, Missy slipped into her robe. Picking up the rose, she rolled it around under her nose, taking in the scent as a soft smile curled at the corner of her lips.

She walked around the bed, opening the blinds to her window. No view of the dining room or the kitchen could be seen. The blinds all pulled as if no one lived there. Almost like a curtain that covered a big movie screen, and she was waiting in her seat, hours before it began.

The time seemed to drag on while she watched the clock. After more then one glass of wine, the excitement was held at the edge of her skin as she thought about what might happen. His sexy smile still suck in her head as Missy closed her eye's picturing him. 

Flipping through the tv channels, her thoughts randomly jumped around. His uncovered body, his sex, inches away from the sliding glass doors. How his hands found their way around his body, teasing her eyes, it consumed her. 

Setting her glass on kitchen counter, she walked into the bedroom. Leaving a scattered trail of clothes on the floor in the bathroom, she climbed into a hot shower. The phone rang as she jumps out, grabbing a towel. 

"Hello" Missy said, walking over to the window. 

A glance at the clock, 8:15pm was blinking in red. 

"Yea... yea, I'm here." pulling the blinds open, Missy spotted his open blinds. 

The dining room table was in full view with candle flickering at the center. A nude couple suddenly appeared, arm's twisted and locked around each other. Skin being pulled and gripped, she watched, their hands moved around each other. 

"Umm... I'm going to have to call you back. Uh huh... I'll call you back." Missy dropped the phone onto the table.

His strong hands, threaded into the back of her hair, pulling her head back as the light shined down over her nude breasts. His mouth dropped to her breast, his tongue dancing over it, sucking it into his mouth. Breaking his kiss off, he backed away, taking a long look at her wet nipple, as he leaned back down to lick at it again. 

The woman's mouth opens, her teeth piercing her lips, each time the motion of his tongue makes contact. His hand slid along her hip, reaching up, cupping her full breast. Held firmly, his lips nibbled at it, taking soft bites around it. 

Slowly he turns the woman, facing the long dining room table. Her hands placed on the table's edge. She looks over her shoulder, watching him move as he backs away from her. 

Walking along the side of the table, he slides the candle to the edge. His arm extends out, pointing to the center of the table as if it was a command, waiting for her to move.

The sight of them had Missy paralyzed. Her hand went to her mouth, covering it, almost in shock as she leaned against her window.

The woman begins to crawl up and onto the table.

Missy watches him walk around her, moving behind her. 

On her hands and knees, her beautiful long back was shown by the soft light. His hands danced up the sides of her thighs and around her heart shaped ass. Her head hung low with her hair, dusting the top of the table. 

His nude body inches from touching her as his cock stood hard behind her. His fingers trailed down her spine as he walked along the table once again, his finger dragging along until stopping a her neck. 

With a quick, sudden grip, he pulled her hair, turning her head to the side. His hardened length just inches away from her lips. He looked out the sliding glass door watching, Missy stood motionless against her window.

The woman's mouth opens, engulfing him and she begins to move. He stands tall with his fingers tightly wrapped up in her hair, his gaze piercing Missy body, intoxicating her with sight. He dares her to keep watching, tempting her with each action. 

Missy released her towel, letting it drop to the floor. She stood nude, her skin and hair still wet from her shower. Overwhelmed with excitement, her fingers run along and between her wet thighs. Touching the wet, soft folds of her entrance, she feels the affect as she continues to watch them. 

His excitement becomes more intense as his head drops back, feeling the pleasure of the woman's mouth. He lifts his head back up, looking down at the woman, watching her eagerly take him into her mouth. A wicked smile covers his face as he looks away from the woman to watch Missy.

Moving away from the woman, his cock shines from the wetness of her mouth, as he leans down, kissing her aggressively while Missy moved to her own rhythm. 

Releasing her hair, he walked back around the table behind her. His hungry eye's stare as he began to bring his hand up, hesitating.

Missy knew what was coming next as he looks down at the woman with his hand held high. His hand came down making contact with her beautiful ass, her mouth dropped open, shocking her skin as Missy watched it shoot straight through her. 

A surge ripped through Missy, making her knees weak, feeling her sex pulse, pulling at her soaked fingers. Waiting for him to take her, Missy leaned her back against frame of the window, bracing herself, feeling every touch he delivered to the woman.

His hand rubbed her red-kissed skin as his the other grabbed a hold of her hip. A firm squeeze with his fingers, dig into her flesh, pulling her hips onto him. Her soft skin rippled from the impact as their skin repeatedly made contact. The woman's eye's shut tightly with an overwhelming look on her face as her mouth just hangs open. 

His hand reached forward, grabbing her hair once again, pulling her head back as he continued to move behind her. His lips move as he talks to her. 

With no sound Missy began to loose control. 

He leaned forward talking within inches of her ear, pulling her head to the side. His hand came from the side, making contact with her ass once again, his hips aggressively bucked forward, jolting into her. 

Missy began to feel the waves of pleasure, her release now crippling her. Pressed against the frame of the window, she slid down onto the floor unable to stand as her body jolted with each touch of her hand, watching them out her window.

The man's head fell back, releasing his built up excitement, as the woman's head drops onto the table, exhausted and out of breath. Gently, he turns her around, pulling her to the edge of the table. The woman's feet come up, locking around his hips, his arms wrap around her tightly. Her head drops back as he kisses the dip of her neck, rubbing his nose under her chin. 

He smiled with a sexy grin, looking at Missy for a long moment, taking in the sight of her, spilled onto the floor. 

Missy came to her feet and stood beside the curtains edge. She admired them, their bodies, wrapped up in each other, tightly clinging as if it was the last time they'd be together. Missy smiled, pulling the blinds to her window.

It had been two days since Missy looked out her window. Standing in the kitchen, she sipped at her coffee with a blank stare. Reminded of the night and the display, she looked at her closed blinds. His erotic encounter with the woman was intense. 

"Would the game continue? Did she want it too?" so many questions ran through her mind. 

The truth was easy but, the dare is where Missy felt alive. She walked over to the closed blinds, biting at the edge of her finger nail. Trying to decide, would she open them or leave them closed. Instead, she twisted the small rod with her fingers, just enough to peek through the center of the blinds.

"Dare" a sign hung, right there in his window with blinds closed behind it. 

No one else knew what it meant but, what if they happen to see it. She looked around peering into the other windows, above, and below. He'd already made up his mind and the question wasn't needed. 

"Now what?" she thought, pacing the living room floor. It had to be something different, making him press up against the glass just as she once stood, frozen from excitement. 

John was coming home earlier tonight and with a wicked laugh, she walked over to the kitchen counter, grabbing the tablet. 

"8pm. Your window." she wrote, breaking off a piece of tape, pulling the blinds out of the way and taped it to the window. 

"Let the game begin." Missy took one last look at his window and then walked away.

After getting dressed, she slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag. Grabbing the door handle with one last look at the blinds, she smiled, walking out the door. Taking the elevator, a couple stood leaning into the corner, talking to one another. Exiting the elevator, she walked out into the covered parking garage, headed for her car. 

Briefly stopping at the edge of the sidewalk, before pulling into traffic, she looked up. His sign was still hanging there on display. The butterflies began to swim around inside her stomach. 

"Will he see it? Will he be standing there?" she thought. 

The excitement over what she had planned was almost more fun then him in front of his window, the night that she had waited for him.

Arriving at the store, she walked along the wine section, grabbing a bottle of red. Placing into her basket, she moved on. "Strawberries, Mmm most definitely." she thought, grabbing more then one bundle. 

She glanced to the left. The cooler was filled with flavored cans of whipped cream, and she grasped a can, dropping it into her basket. Through the check out lane and on her way to the parking lot, she began to play it out in her head. She knew John would eat dinner at work since he'd already taken the leftovers out of the refrigerator. 

"What to wear? Hmm, Something very distracting." she thought, pulling into the parking garage. 

Grabbing her bags, she walked to the elevator. It was his reaction, as he watched her this time, that she was focused on. The anticipation increased while she smiled to herself, waiting for the elevator to stop. 

Walking in the door, she dropped her keys in the dish at the kitchen counter. Leaving the bags on the table, walking over to the window, she pulled the blinds open. 




Truth or Dare



"Hmmm, it's gone. I guess he got the message." she smiled, looking on, seeing the sign missing from his window. 

"Just a couple hours left with enough time to change the room around a little and set things up." She thought out loud, looking at the clock, as she put the wine in the refrigerator, beside the strawberries and cream. 

The living room was now changed around with the candles burning and the lights set. Missy stood there looking at the chair in front of the window. She went to the kitchen, pouring ice into the wine bucket, as she slid the opened bottle of red into the ice. 

The bucket was left on the stand next to the soft sofa chair. A large clear glass bowl now sat on the coffee table, filled with strawberries with can of whipped cream beside it. 

"What am I forgetting?" she said, looking down, suddenly realizing she was still in her sweats. 

A glance at the clock and she darted down the hall, getting out of her clothes in a rush. Standing over the sink, she looked into the mirror, hearing the door. John's keys rattled as he walked in. 

"Someone's been busy around here..." he laughed. "... Mmm, a little music too." he dropped his keys, hitting the counter top. 

Standing at the hallways edge, he looked to see if Missy would appear. "Missy, Are you hiding?" his tone full of anticipation. 

Seconds later, Missy appeared in the middle of the bedroom door. "No. I'm here." she wickedly smiled, waiting for his reaction. 

Dressed in black lace, her panties sheer with a top that almost hid her nipples. "Ohh wow!" John said, not able to say another word as she walked toward him.

"I'm so glad your home. I've missed you." Missy said, softly as she seductively approached him. 

Her hands came up, sliding against his chest as his eyes drifted down, looking at her neck then down over her lace covered nipples. Slowly he leaned down and began to softly kiss her lips. 

"Mmm, missed you too, more than you know." his voice low and hushed.

She stepped back a little, pulling away from his soft lips. "Come on..." Missy said, her hand curling into his fingers, pulling him into the living room. "...Sit right here." as she pointed to the sofa chair. 

Taking off his jacket, looking around the room, he smiled at the bowl of strawberries as he picked up the can of cream. 

"Yum, Is this desert night?" he laughed, squirting a little into his finger. 

Standing next to the window, Missy twisted the rod opening the blinds, watching John sink into the chair, sucking the cream from his finger. Kneeling down in front of him, she pulled his feet from his shoes.

"Instead of a show on t.v., I have something that you can watch instead." Missy said, running her hands up and onto his thighs. 

"Yeah, t.v. looks pretty boring right now." John snickered. 

Slightly bent over in front of him, she pulled his tie from around his neck. "You don't need your clothes." Missy said, wrapping his tie around her neck. With a slight turn she gazes out the window, while her hand lightly moved around her barely covered cheeks. 

There he stood, standing in that same robe. His smile was seen so easily from the night sky. Motionless and curious he waited, watching Missy. 

Missy turned back to look at John, as she began to peel her lace top off. Pulling it over her shoulders, it fell from her fingers, landing on the floor. Her fingers slipped down into her lace panties, pulling them down over her smooth and warmed skin. 

John started to unbutton his shirt, watching Missy touch her ankles, while keeping her eye's on him. Her fingers started to gliding up onto her knees, her hands flatten out onto her thighs. Over her tummy, under her breasts, she cupped them in her hands, holding her hard nipples in between her fingers.

"Hungry?" Missy giggled. 

"I'm starving!" John said, dropping his hand down into the bowl of strawberries. 

Grabbing one, he placed it at the edge of his teeth. With a tug to his necktie, he pulled Missy down toward him. Her hands resting at the edge of the chair arms as she slowly chewed at the edge of the strawberry until there was almost none left. 

Pulling his shirt from his shoulders, he sat at the edge of the chair as Missy kissed him, steeling the rest of the strawberry, the juice filling their mouths as she kissed him deeply. 

Grabbing the bottle of wine, taking a swallow, he held some in his mouth. John waited as Missy leaned down, kissing him again, stealing the wine as she sucked it off his tongue. His hands moved around, pulling her hips toward him as she stood looking down at him with a deepened smile. 

A few soft kisses below her belly button, chills began to appear over her skin. With a slow turn, she faced the window, putting her fingers up into her hair, looking down over her shoulder at John.

His eyes were hungry, watching, as he stood staring at Missy from his place. No longer wearing his robe, he stood close to the glass with his hands pressed against the window as if someone locked him out. 

She watched him, feeling John's lips, caressing and passing over her cheeks. His hands traveled around her hips and down her thighs.

With a small push to her back, Missy leaned down resting her hands on her knees as John began to taste her. The sound of the wine was heard as it moved in the bottle, making contact with John's lips as he took another drink. The chill of his lips were felt, pressing them against her heated crease with his tongue slipped in and out, mixing wine with her hot juices. Missy eye's shut from the sudden rush of pleasure as she felt it hit her core, driving the heat to her center.

No longer able to stand, Missy backed up and began to sit slowly down onto John's lap. John's hand came up holding onto her breasts as he held her tightly to him. Her hands dropped down between them as she tickled underneath his sex, teasing him. 

Missy looked on, gazing through the window as she began to move. John's sudden need to move against her, his deep thrusts tormenting her while she watched the man through the window. 

She watched him fall into a chair, hold his hardened cock. Unwilling to stand, she watched his mouth open as his pleasure became increasingly intense. Seconds past and Missy was at the edge, her body began to jolt from the sight of his pleasure and Johns, as his thrusts gripped her sex. 

Grabbing the chair, she gripped it with her hands, as her release began, taking her breath away. Her soft cries almost muffled by John's growls.

"Ohh yes, cum for me." John voice came from behind her.

Through the window, his head fell back as his chest rose and then fell rapidly. And then he finally lay motionless in the chair. 

John quickly grabbed onto Missy, grinding quickly and roughly as his release consumed her heated walls as he fell back into the chair, lying motionless just as the man in the window.

Leaning over to grab the bottle of wine, Missy took another drink. She studied him as she slowly stood, walking over to the window. Just for a moment, she watched him, seeing the desire in his body language.

"Mmm. Desert was delicious honey." John spoke, as he lay in the chair, behind her with his eye's shut. 

She turned back to look at John. "Was quite a show wasn't it." Missy teased, turning back to the window. A wink to him and she took another drink of wine.

She held the bottle by the neck, looking at him. His nude body spilled into the chair just as she was once spilled onto the floor. He smiled once again, unmistakable as she grabbed the rod closing the blinds.



Truth or Dare



The setting for this very short piece is Sydney - Australia, and whilst most readers will not of course have had an opportunity to visit this harbour-side city no doubt everyone will at least have seen photographs of the world-class Opera House. It is set at the end of a point of land that juts out into the edges of Sydney Harbour, and down at the western end of that spit is the area known as Circular Quay - providing jetties and terminals for all the multitude of harbour ferry services - whilst on eastern side are the relatively extensive Botanical Gardens.

Now anyone who says that the following events are just not possible in such a well visited place - and especially not in broad day-light - are, I'm sorry to tell them, just plain wrong!

The lovers have, until very recently, been conducting an increasingly intense 'love-affaire' purely by letters, emails and the occasional phone call. But - now read on…

*

This is the second of our meetings, and this time we have met in a motel not too far from the centre of Sydney and last night - and of course only after we had physically exhausted each other - we began playing a game of 'Truth or Dare'. At some stage you chose not to answer what I had thought a not too intrusive a question - maybe you did so just to see what sort of 'Dare' I might come up with for you! - and this morning you are to carry out what I asked of you.

You are wearing your Italian silk dress, and shoes - nothing else! Neither bra not panties was my stipulation - and you should walk hand-in-hand with me along the route I selected for us.

When you heard the details of what I had dared you to do, you agreed - albeit blushingly - so here we are!

The taxi is to drop us at Circular Quay, from where we will begin our walk; which will take us along and around the Concourse, the harbour-side of the Opera House, then back through the Botanical Gardens to Macquarie Street. Where I have said I will flag down a taxi for us to make the return trip to the motel.

Of course the harbour is notoriously breezy, and that is especially true of the area around Circular Quay itself, and as I have said you are to hold my hand at all times, that will leave you with just the one to deal with any particularly mischievously wayward winds.

As we draw near to the quay I feel your fingers tightening around mine, you glance sideways at me, smiling nervously - probably beginning to regret you have agreed to do this, yet also finding yourself getting strangely excited by the prospect. I lean towards you, kiss you, then whisper - 'Don't forget how very much I love you!' - and reassuringly, tighten my hold of your hand.

We leave the taxi, walk through the railway arch and out on to the ever busy area around the ferry terminals. Here you feel relatively 'safe' because the row of moored ferries and of course the terminals themselves block any stray breezes that might have started your walk in the most embarrassing way.

But once we head out on to the much more open space between the harbour's edge and the cafés and restaurants that line the other side of it - their tables and chairs always well-filled with travellers and tourists, you begin to feel yourself becoming much more vulnerable and I sense that your free hand is hovering, ready to suppress any sudden uplift in the suddenly far-too flimsy silk skirt that is your modesty's only protection.

And it was around there that I think you first become aware of your, until then well-hidden excitement - or at least your body's responses to it. You feel your pussy tingling as it responds to the increased flow of blood to that area, feel it moistening as it swells and its unfurling lips part in anticipation of whatever demands you might soon be making of it. Then, before we have taken too many more steps past the cafés' ever curious customers you feel the warm trickle of juices, feel them creeping slowly down the insides of your thighs. 

Then, once we leave that row of eateries behind us and start to walk towards the start of the Concourse, you feel the first puff of breeze blowing up off the nearby water, feel your hem fluttering, rather like a small string of purely decorative bunting.

The ruffling wind tickles the backs of your knees, then rises just a little bit higher, lifting the back, then the side of the hem even as it whispers its way up between your legs, playfully coiling itself around your thighs, then skittering up to teasingly flutter against your pussy, before tugging the front of the skirt just a little too high for comfort - and then darting off to find something else to play with.

That mischievous sprite obviously managed to get well down inside you, I can see the look on your face has changed - and something has given a suddenly more roseate tinge to your complexion - that look of suppressed nervous anticipation has been replaced by one that looks more like steadily increasingly excited expectancy. Then when I feel your hand tighten around mine as a small family group appears from around a corner ahead of us I know you are hoping that something might happen in the next minute or two.

And the cheekily naughty wind does not disappoint you, reappearing - at least making his presence felt - just when the family is close enough to clearly distinguish between 'possible appearances' and the reality of what actually lies beneath your skirt. Again you feel him start by just lightly tickling your knees, then your thighs, but when you think he will do no more than he did last time, he expends himself in one sudden and almighty updraft; one part of which coils itself up between your pussy-lips and re-starts the flow of juices, even as the other physically grabs the front of your skirt and - long before your free hand can whip around to control it - has hoisted it well up past your waist. 

The mother's face expresses both resentment and disgust at what she sees - the father's eyes merely goggle - while the two, late teen-age daughters giggle and dig each other, then turn to watch you with what are clearly envious eyes - probably wondering when they will have the courage to do what you are.

But though that group provides a little momentary excitement it is what happens after we have listened to the 'thump, thump' of a couple of joggers coming up from behind us, that gives you your first real thrill of the journey.

They were perhaps no more than a dozen or so long paces behind us when that uncontrollable breeze decided it was time to play games with you again. That time giving you no warning at all. Merely puffing up somewhat faster than the joggers were, then simply lifting the entire back of your skirt, and holding its billowing fabric high, more than long enough for them to see just how beautifully tautly rounded your bottom-cheeks actually are.

The regularity of the 'thump, thump' was suddenly lost, there was a muffled screech of rubber on concrete as shoes failed to stop as quickly as their power sources wanted them to, then curses as limbs tangled with those of the colliding body, and when we turned we saw the two young men - still staring open-mouthedly upwards at you - trying to disentangle themselves as they lay sprawling.

I chuckle and you give one of your erotically deep-throated chuckles as we leave them behind us - leave them to wonder if what they feel sure they have seen is not actually just some sex-charged day-dream.

But the excitement of that experience has definitely increased the flow of lubrication from somewhere deep inside you, and the warm flow that was previously slowly creeping down the insides of your thighs gathers momentum as the volume seeping out from your pussy increases in response to your rising level of sexual arousal. The trickles cooling as they slip lower, providing you with strangely pleasant tickling sensations as they work their way down towards your knees.

We walk on, along the side of the Opera House and then around on to the open area that fronts the harbour, where of course you are already prepared for the sudden wind shift and do your best to hold much of your skirt down against your leg as we walk across in front of the people who are enjoying the magnificence of the view from there.

All that time I have been doing exactly as I said I would, simply walking beside you and continuing to firmly hold one hand - but when we reach the much less used, a much more narrow space, on the eastern side of the building, I release it. Then, just when you least expect it, I stop you - and even as I kiss you, you feel me reach up beneath your skirt, feel me sliding my fingers up along the wetly frictionless skin between your thighs, sliding up to finally slip between those moistly pouting pussy lips.

You gasp at the suddenness of my boldness - of my intrusion - excited rather than offended, wanting those fingers to plunge deeper, not to slip out again. 

I continue kissing you, hotly, deeply, passionately. You respond, if anything, even more enthusiastically. So we cling there; our lips and mouths almost glued together, my fingers swirling around inside the hot wetness of your pussy - each of us hoping that nobody will just then intrude on us - but then not really caring if they do.

But we are both sensible, and make that erotically charged embrace, a relatively short one; continuing our way down the side of the building and out into the much more heavily populated forecourt - where again you take whatever skirt-flying precautions you are able to.

Then it is on to the Botanical Gardens, where we can from time to time drift off the sealed pathway, and wend our way between the trees that provide us the cover for us to stop; kiss again - and for my hand to more freely slip up between your legs, to not only cup and fondle you, but even to teasingly stimulate the by then quite firmly swollen ridge of your clitoris.

But even those far too brief, but increasingly frequent stoppages, are merely the prelude to what I have always actually had in mind for us. But I am a patient man, and knowing just how much more powerfully you climax after a long, erotically-charged overture, I wait until I can tell by the staringly glazed look in your eyes, that internally at least, you are literally panting for some way to release all the pressure that by then is seethingly boiling inside you.

So then I lead you back towards those parts of the gardens that are frequented by none but the maintenance men, where that polished capped wall hides behind the protection of the screen of bushes - the place you have until now only read of in one of the 'Extracts' I sent you long ago.

And there we emulate what the over-excited lovers in that story did - I hoist you up to sit on the wall, then lick and suck you, eventually finding that secretive g-spot, then fucking you - vigorously- until we both are almost too weak-kneed to make our way across to Macquarie Street. There to catch a cab back to our motel, where we will - far more languidly leisurely - repeat what we did so energetically thoroughly during our never to be forgotten session of 'Truth or Dare'.





Truth or Dare



Matt and I were always good friends from the time we met at college. When I met my present girl Lya, he hooked up with her friend Angie. One would have thought we might have slowed down on all the pussy talks but interestingly enough we talked even more about girls. We exchanged notes on how the girls were in bed and how we would like to share them with each other. We had no idea that the girls too had a very similar idea...

On this specific night just after the midterms were over we decided we need to have some fun. So plans were made to crash at my apartment for the night with plenty of booze and junk food. Thanks to all the exam pressure Lya and I had sex almost everyday but that just made me hornier. My girl was not one of those drop-dead gorgeous babes you find in American Pie, she is 5'5, 110 lb and wears a 32B bra. Although I had been with many much nicer girls Lya was a freak in bed. And most importantly she loved taking it in the ass which never fails to drive me crazy with pleasure. But that is another story.

Lya and myself were setting the table when Matt and Angie knocked on the door. I opened the door to them and just couldn't take my eyes off Angie's legs. She wore a mini denim skirt which nicely showed them off and thanks to her Spanish blood she had one of those juicy asses that makes you want to blow your load just by looking at it. Matt saw me staring, grinned at me and let himself in.

"Hi sexy! How's my girl doing tonight?" said Matt planting a kiss on Lya's cheek.

Lya giggled slapped Matt's arms and hugged Angie. I took Matt aside and told him we should make a move today. I could see from his face he was excited.

"Girls lets get this party started," bellowed Matt. I opened the Brandy and poured all of us a drink. Not only was it our favorite drink but with 40% alcohol I was sure the girls were gonna let their hair down very soon.

"I am bored," said Angie. I quietly chuckled as that's what I was expecting from her after her 3rd shot. 

"Hey why don't we play Truth and Dare? I always wanted to play it but never got the chance," I said with an innocent look on my face. Lya looked at me suspiciously but did not say anything. 

"Sounds fun let's do it," Matt quickly responded. I set the brandy aside and opened the beers instead. Although I wanted the girls under the influence I did not want however for them to pass out just yet.

We sat on the floor with our drinks and Lya set the rules. 

"Ok guys before we start I want to make sure that what ever is said in this room does not leave this room," All of us quickly agreed.

"We take turns and if you don't want to do it then you have to take off an article of clothing," said Matt. I agreed quickly and after some consideration the girls agreed.

Angie as always wanted to be the first one and nobody wanted to argue with her especially when she was drinking.

"Truth or dare Dan?" asked Angie

"Truth," I quickly replied.

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?" 

That was easy as both my girl and Matt knew about my first chick. "18," I said.

"A bit of a late bloomer ain't you," giggled Angie and Lya joined in.

Clearly pissed off I was determined to fuck this chick tonight real hard.

"Truth or dare Angie?" I asked

"Truth," she replied.

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Dan!!!!!!!" exclaimed Lya, but I was determined to move this game forward. 

After a few minutes of thinking Angie glared at me and removed her left sock.

By the second round the girls had lost their socks and Matt his shirt.

"Truth or dare Lya?" Said Matt

"Truth," she muttered.

"Do you like anal sex?" he knew the answer already because I used to brag about it all the time. 

Lya game me a funny look and thought for a while. I knew what she was thinking because if she refused to answer she would have to take her top off.

"Yes I do," said Lya

"Lucky bastard!" Matt high fived me and got a slap on the head from Angie.

"Truth or dare Matt?" asked Lya was determined to get back at Matt

"Truth," Matt responded

"How long is your cock?" Angie giggled and Matt glared at her. Lya knew from me that Matt had a 6 inch cock and he wasn't exactly happy with the size. He glared at both of us and took his T shirt off.

I winked at Matt as it was time to raise the game to the next level.

"Truth or dare Matt?" I asked.

"Dare". The girls looked eagerly as this was the first dare. 

"I dare you to French kiss Angie for a whole minute," Lya grinned and Angie relaxed as it wasn't anything she hasn't done before us. Before the game we decided to make the girls comfortable by only using dares with their guys at least for the first half.

Matt started to kiss Angie real slowly and then inserted his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues started playing with each other and a small moan escaped Angie. Watching Angie was such a turn on and I placed my hand on Lya's ass. She smiled at me and cuddled closer. The alcohol was making Angie bold and she almost pulled Matt on her and was trying to get hold of his cock. 

"Times up," cried Lya, a little bit embarrassed by her best friend's action. 

Matt grinned straightened his shorts to cover his erection and sat down.

"Truth or Dare Lya?" asked Matt.

"Dare," replied a clearly turned on Lya.

"I dare you to let Dan kiss your ass all over," 

I was expecting Angie to be shocked but she was way too turned on after that kiss. Lya grinned at me and slowly stood up and lifted her skirt up in a way that only I could see her gorgeous tight ass.

"Hey no Fair I can't see," complained Matt

"Well that was not the dare," Glared Lya back. I did not care because I was seeing the 8th world wonder. I slowly kissed her ass cheeks and started tracing my tongue all over. Then with my hand moved her black thong to the side and spread her cheek with my hands and took the aroma in. God her ass smelled great. I slightly licked her hole and gently teased her. I knew this was turning Lya on a lot because her pussy was dripping wet. What started as a gentle lick turned into some serious ass eating. I ate her ass out and she was so turned on she forgot the audience and moaned loudly. 

"Times up," said Matt. Lya swore under her breath because she was so close to cumming. I grinned at Matt and wiped my face with my T-shirt.

"Truth or dare Dan?" asked Angie.

"Dare," I quickly replied.

"I dare you to kiss Matt," giggled Angie.

"Hell no!" I quickly removed my T-shirt. No matter how close Matt and me were, we were straight and we intended to keep it that way.

"Truth or Dare Matt?" asked Lya

"Dare,"

"I dare you to show your cock to us," This time Matt knew he had to do it or Lya was gonna bug him for the rest of the evening. So he stood up and opened his zipper and took his 6- inch cock out. 

"Yummy," said Angie licking her lips. And Lya giggled embarrassed.

"Truth or dare Lya?" said Matt. 

I expected her to say truth as Matt was after revenge. So I was surprised when the answer came as Dare.

"I dare you to show your pussy to us," Lya smiled at him and stood up. I was shocked she was going to do something like that this soon. But she had other plans in her mind. She slowly performed a strip tease and took her top off. 

Seeing her only in her bra and skirt was clearly turning Matt and myself on.

"Truth or dare Angie?" it was my turn for revenge.

"Dare," 

"I dare you to let me smell you panties," Matt waited holding his breath because from this point there was no turning back. 

Angie thought for a while and then smiled at Lya who smiled back. Us boys were taken back by the girls' action and gave each other a puzzled look. Instead of removing the panty and giving it to me Angie stood up and came near my face and lifted her skirt. I was so shocked to see her white panty inches away from my face.

She looked down at me and said "You wanted to smell it, what are you waiting for?"

I brought my nose to her pussy and took a deep breath in. I could see her white panty was all soaked by her pussy juice. By the look of it she also shaved her pussy like Lya. The aroma of her pussy juice was driving me crazy. I pretended to smell her panty and touched her slit with my nose. She bit her lips to stop herself from moaning. I traced my nose all over her pussy until Lya interrupted the session by calling time.

All of us were clearly turned on and I knew the girls had reached a point where there didn't care who was gonna fuck them as long as they got some dick. We decided to have a bathroom break Matt and Angie went to the bathroom and I knew there was going to be some serious necking. My girl and me were alone for the first time since we started the game

.

"Are you ok with what's happening love?" I asked.

"Why shouldn't I be? We are just having fun right," she responded.

I grinned at her and kissed her neck. She held my head and tilted her head back. From her neck I traced my tongue to her boobs. She moaned loudly. As she was just wearing a bra I had a great vision of her tits. When Matt and Angie came to join us I was sucking Lya's left tit. 

Matt cleared his throat loudly and grinned. Lya quickly adjusted her bra and I slowly wiped my face and gave a sheepish look at my friends.

"Ok guys lets get on with the game," said Angie.

"I guess it's my turn again, Lya truth or dare?"

"Dare," Lya said breathlessly.

"I dare you to let Dan suck your boobs in front of us," 

God, this was going to be interesting I thought to myself. Lya pretended to glare at her best friend and gave me a wicked grin. I shrugged my shoulder pretending that I had no choice and pulled her to me. I unhooked her bra which was not covering anything at this point anyways and let her boobs pop out. Although they were small they were damn tight and because Lya was so horny her nipples stood erect. I licked around her nipples gently teasing her. She moved her body in order to get my mouth to her nipples. I ignored her moves and kept on teasing her a few minutes. Lya was on fire with lust. She pulled me on top of her and started to grind her pussy on my thighs, I took the hint and started to suck on her left nipple while playing with her right tit with my hand.

"Oh God I am cumin!!!!!!!!!" Lya screamed as she came hard. There was total silence in the room, as Lya lay there spent. I grinned at her, kissed her hard, stood up and pretended to take a bow. By the look of their face I knew Matt and Angie were as turned on as me. 

Lya exhausted sat next to me with a satisfied look on her face.

"Ok my turn, I dare you to give Matt a blowjob in front of us," I said without bothering with the start up formalities. I knew she would do it because from what I heard Angie loved giving head. Matt lay on his back. Angie slowly removed his trousers and pulled his boxers down. I pulled Lya towards me and made her sit on my hard on. She grinned at me and adjusted her ass cheek so my cock was right in the middle.

Angie started to lick Matt's cock all over and traced her tongue to his balls. Matt moaned loudly. She licked her middle finger and inserted it slowly in his ass. This was driving Matt crazy. He held her hair and pushed his dick into her opened mouth. From the way she took all six inches of his manhood in one go I knew Matt was telling me the truth. This girl was really good at giving head and she was actually enjoying it. I ground my cock on Lya's ass. Seeing Angie performing a blow job on Matt was turning me on real bad. From the way Matt was moving his hip up and down I knew he was close.

"Urgh!!!!!!" bellowed Matt as he came. Surprisingly Angie took the sperm in and swallowed all of it nicely without letting any drip. 

Lya looked surprised. She could never do it as she hated the taste of cum.

Matt didn't bother with putting his pants on. He just pulled his boxers up to cover his limp cock. Just Angie and myself hadn't yet had an orgasm that night. 

"Dan, I dare you to go 69 with Angie in front of Lya and me," said Matt. I looked at Lya for permission. 

She grinned at me leaned closer near my ears. 

"I don't care what you do with Angie but don't forget you are my man and that's how it's gonna be if you want to keep your dick between your legs." I grinned at her, kissed her on her lips and nodded.

I removed my trousers and boxers. As I lay on my back. Angie didn't even bother looking at Matt. She removed her skirt and panty and lay on top of me. God, looking at Angie's naked ass and pussy was almost making me cum. I thought of my 68-year old neighbor in order to keep myself from exploding. I did not waste anytime playing with Angie's pussy as both of us were really turned on. I attacked her clit like a hungry puppy.

She had all my 7 inch cock inside her and still managed to moan. I spread her ass cheek and smelled her pucker hole. God, I was such as ass man. I ate her ass out and then inserted a finger inside and turned my attention to her pussy. I tongue fucked her at the same time she was performing the best blowjob I ever had. I knew I was close so I held her ass real tight and started to lick her clit. Both of us exploded at the same time. My face was covered with Angie's pussy juice. Although I did my best to drink all of them quickly she came in buckets. Both of us clearly spent she stood up and went to wash her face, I followed her for the same reason. 

As soon as I walked inside the bathroom Angie pushed me into the wall and kissed me. Normally I do not like to taste my own cum but this time I didn't care. My limp cock grew in record time. I responded fiercely by kissing Angie real hard. Our tongues played with each other for a while until I was fully erect and ready to go again. 

"Take me in my ass Dan," pleaded Angie.

"Are you sure?" I asked, because I knew Angie had a virgin ass. She nodded and turned around holding on the washing basin for support. Looking at Angie's gorgeous ass popping up was turning on me real bad but I knew I had to be gentle in order for her to have the right experience. I took the gel I had in the bathroom, which I normally use on Lya's ass and poured a generous amount on my finger and inserted it inside Angie's ass. God, her ass was tight and on fire. I poured more on my cock and kept it near her pucker hole. I knew she was a bit nervous because she tightened her ass muscle. I told her to relax and slowly inserted the head of my cock. Her ass muscle resisted feebly before the head popped in. By this time Angie was playing with her pussy. I was determined to go gentle but Angie had other ideas. She pushed herself quickly towards me and all my 7 inch cock went completely inside her virgin ass.

"God, it feels so good," moaned Angie.

"Fuck me now Dan, I want it hard." 

I did not need to be asked twice. I started fucking her virgin ass really hard and fast. I knew it would take me a while to cum as I had just cum. I bent slightly and got hold of her boobs and kept on fucking her ass while playing with her boobs. I pinched her nipples real hard. This chick was driving me crazy and I intended to fuck the brains out of her. 

I let go of her boobs and took her dark long hair in my hands. I pulled her head back using her hair and fucked her ass real hard. I heard her whimper as the gel dried up due to my continuous pounding in her ass. But I didn't give a shit, this woman told me to fuck her hard and that's what she was going to get. She tried to take my cock out of her ass. But I did not give her a chance. I spit some saliva on my hand and rubbed it on some part of my cock without getting the head out of her. I held her shoulder with my left hand so she couldn't move away, held her hair in my right hand, and started to fuck her ass real hard again. This started to turn her on again and she started moaning. I knew I was getting close to my second orgasm. I let go of her hair, held her hips, and continued pounding her ass. She used both her hands to hold on to the wash tub while I fucked her ass non-stop.

"God I am cuming babe!!!" I bellowed as I filled her ass with my sperm. She quickly fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit fast and came again. Both of us were sweating real badly. I grinned at Angie and kissed her shoulder and took my cock out. We washed ourselves and walked out to see Matt pounding Lya's pussy. Not wanting to disturb them we walked outside the apartment and sat on the balcony. 

Fifteen minutes later Matt and Lya joined us. I took Lya's hands and pulled her towards me. I kissed her hard and looked in to her eyes. There was no jealousy just love. At that point I knew I was going to marry this chick.



Truth or Dare



The Girl

I check my watch, ten p.m., perfect. I pull my erotic novel from my knapsack and pull off my skimpy underwear getting ready. Its ten o'clock at night at the campus library and I'm sitting in the back section. After a gruesome game of truth or dare, I was dared to play with myself in the library at night and of course I would do it for fifty bucks! I'm not really a shy girl, but this is a little out of my league. Masturbating in public is a little intense, and the library is closed so I'm most likely going to be found by the librarian when he starts restocking and cleaning up. 

I slide my hand down my stomach and my fingers rub circles over my inner thigh teasingly, I love the feel of being lightly tickled. I let my hand wander further inside my legs until I finally reach my target. My folds are dripping wet just thinking about the hot librarian catching me and punishing me. I let my fingers brush over my swollen nub and almost scream from the pleasure coursing through my body. My breathing hitches as a moan escapes my slightly parted wet lips. I throw my head back and bite my lip to hold back the moan in my throat. My fingers are wet, soaked in my juices and I lift my hand briefly to taste myself, my sweetness coating my tongue.

I slide my hand back down my body, slightly lifting my skirt to reach my juicy mound when I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. I know I've been caught, and I couldn't be happier if this goes my way. I bring my hand up and stick two fingers in my mouth as I turn around and look at the person behind me, my eyes secretly lighting up. 

"Excuse me Miss; do you need help with something?" 

The sexy librarian's eyes drop to my mouth that is still sucking on my juice covered fingers. I decide to play the innocent card and say, "Oh, I'm really sorry! I was just reading and got really into it." Cue blush and the batting of my eyelashes. His face lights up mischievously and I know I've got him hooked. I've wanted this man for weeks, unable to draw up the courage to flat out tell him so and see where it goes. 

He clears his throat, "That's not the problem. I was actually wondering if you'd like a little help with your enjoyment."

We both smile at each other, "I'd love some help, but will anyone see?"

"The library has been closed for fifteen minutes; no one should be here but us." 

Neither of us is aware of the guy watching our interaction, waiting for his opportunity to join in. 

The Librarian

The library has been slow all week, finals are no where in sight so that means only a few dedicated students come in for the facilities. I've been sitting here since five p.m. doing what little homework I actually have, thankful for a job that allows me to do so, while slowly preparing to close up for the night. Shuffling around my desk, I hear what sounds like a woman in the throws of pleasure. My cock stiffens instantly, it's been months since I've gotten some action and tonight's looking promising as hell now. 

I push the book return cart quietly over to a back bookshelf, searching for the owner of the delicious cock twitching sounds when I spotted a young girl with her legs spread wide and her hand hidden beneath her short skirt. My jaw dropped and I licked my lips, sniffing the air catching a hint of her scent. I internally groaned, "Fuck, I wonder if she needs some help with that. It's much more fun with a partner." I cleared my throat to draw her attention, and when she turned towards me with her fingers in her mouth, I almost came right there.

"Excuse me Miss; do you need help with something?" 

I didn't fully hear her made up response, I could see from the look in her eye that she had wanted to get caught by me. I shook my head and told her it wasn't a problem that I only wanted to help her with her enjoyment. She nodded and asked innocently if anyone would see and I informed her that the library had closed and that no one else should be here.

I lick my lips and move to get between her spread legs under the table. God, she smells like candy! I lick her from slit to clit in one clean swipe, loving the taste of her juices as it coats my tongue. I gently suck her clit into my mouth and graze it with my teeth, making her squirm in the chair and grab a handful of my hair in her fist. I lick and suck her folds with such determination that I barely catch her speaking.

"Are you going to let me suck that thing or are you going to be stingy?" 

Fuck yeah I'm going to let you suck it! I climb out from under the table and stand before her, unzipping my fly and letting my cock stand proud before her. She stares at my full eight inches, standing thick and dripping precum. She licks her lips and my cock twitches just from the sight. I watch as she slowly swallows my cock head, feeling her tongue swirl and flick at me. I feel her warm throat wrap around my entire length as I throw my head back, that's when I noticed someone watching us. 

College Student

I've been studying for this damn test since seven and I feel like I don't know anymore than I did three hours ago. I can't stop staring at the girl across the room; she's got long brown hair that's curly, big brown eyes, full lips and a huge chest. She's gorgeous from what I can see sitting here. She keeps checking her watch like she's waiting on someone or something, but when my clock read ten; she pulled out a book and, to my sheer amazement, started playing with herself! My cock sprang to life as I watched her throw her head back and moan softly, thrusting her chest out even further. I can see her nipples poking through her chest all the way from here! 

I've never seen a pair that big in real life, and they look real too. I lick my lips and go to stand when I see the student librarian draw her attention. I can't hear their conversation, but she looks excited and ready to play and by the bulge in his jeans, he's ready too. I watch as the student librarian disappears under the table to lick that pretty little pussy. I stand up unnoticed and slip behind some bookshelves, trying to make my way closer to the show. I can't help but stroke my cock through my pants as I get closer, hearing her moans become louder. 

I watch the librarian stand and the girl sink to her knees. Her eyes got wide and she licked her lips, liking what she saw. I pull my cock out of my worn out jeans and stroke it. I hear the librarian's groans as the girl sucks his cock down her throat, his head turns and he catches me watching. I wink and wave and he nods his approval. I put a finger up to my lips to signal him to be quiet and make my way towards the hot girl sucking his dick. I sneak my way up behind her and run my hand down her back to alert her to my presence. 

"How about some company hun?" 

She looks over her shoulder, looks at my thick cock and smiles nodding her approval. I lift her skirt to find no panties and I dip two fingers deep in her tight little pussy. I groan as her inner walls squeeze my fingers tight, my cock aching to be deep inside her stretching her around my thickness. I thrust my fingers in and out of her tightness, and then withdraw them completely. I watch her swallow the librarian's cock while lining myself up with her tight hole; I give her no warning as I shove into her with one fast stroke hearing her moaning muffled by the cock in her mouth. 

The Girl

I can't help but suck this beautiful cock! Several veins line it like a roadmap while its thickness barely fits into my mouth. I feel a new set of hands on my back, rubbing me softly while I suck the librarian's cock into my throat. 

"How about some company hun?"

I pull the thick cock from my mouth and look back to the new guy, stroking his thick cock while waiting to play. I nod and start sucking the librarian's cock back into my throat while the stranger pushes two fingers deep inside me. I moan sadly as the stranger takes his two fingers out of me leaving me empty, but moan in surprise and slight pain when he shoved his thick cock in me, my scream muffled by the librarian's cock. I love big cocks and his fits tightly inside me; it feels so good to be stretched around him while sucking on another big cock. The man behind me thrusts into me hard, forcing me to swallow more of the librarian's cock.

"That must have been a good book, you're wet as hell."

The stranger grunts out as he thrusts into me hard. I manage to pull the librarian from my mouth and look up at him, "I want you both in me. I'm so horny, please fuck me."

The Librarian

The guy plowing into her forces her to take more of my cock each time, making my eyes roll back in my head. I almost came instantly when she asked for both of us to fuck her. We made our way to a small couch against the wall where I sat down first and pulled the long haired beauty onto my cock. 

"Oh fuck you're tight, damn you feel good baby." 

I barely managed to speak through my clenched teeth. Being in her tight sheath felt like heaven and a little bit of hell at the same time, her tight walls squeezed me almost too tightly as she sank down on my cock. I watch as her arms cross around her waist and lift her shirt off completely, exposing her big chest to me, my hands reaching up of their own accord to pinch the hard tips. I feel the other guy push into her ass and her tightness grips me once again and my head falls back onto the couch and my teeth clench together again. Her soft hands rest on my now naked chest as we both thrust into her, her big tits swaying with each thrust, teasing me as they move closer then further away. 

I couldn't take it anymore; I reached up and grabbed the large globes, tweaking the nipples as she rode our cocks. Leaning up, I took one nipple in my mouth and grazed it with my teeth, eliciting a throaty moan from the angel riding me, switching back and forth between nipples, biting and licking them, her muscles clenching down on me as she rocked her hips through her first orgasm of the night. The guy behind her pulled her long hair, essentially pulling her to him and kissed her, leaving her large chest for me to fondle yet again. I feel her walls start to squeeze me tighter as she cums yet again, taking me with her this time. I shoot my cum deep inside her as she grinds her hips into me, both of us groaning as I dig my fingers into her hips. 

The girl falls forward into me as he starts ramming his cock into her, pulling her hair once again just to sink his teeth into her shoulder bringing another cry of pleasured pain from the beauty between us as he fills her tight ass with cum. The spent beauty collapses back onto my chest, only to lean up and kiss me deeply, our tongues fighting for dominance over the other. We break our kiss, only to both collapse, our breathing labored as she shakes blissfully with the remnants of her orgasm. I feel the other guy slip out as he slips away to gather all of our clothes, silently bringing them back to our couch as I softly stroke the girl's back. 

The Girl

I lay atop the librarian, his cock softening inside me as we both catch our breath. With our breathing back to normal, we slowly start to dress and ready to leave. I scribble down a short note to the librarian giving him my name and number. I give the cute stranger a kiss on the cheek before walking slowly out of the library thinking that I should play truth or dare more often.



Truth or Dare



My wife and I have made it a point once a week to have game night as a way of staying close and having fun. Each week one of us chooses for the next week what the game is to be and we alternate weeks. The games master for that week is in charge and can not be denied, his or her ruling is final on whatever matter is in question.

Having the nights definitely encourage our creativity and spontaneity. It also built up a supply of games. Those games took on a more and more adult nature as time went on. Let's face it adults don't generally play "Don't Break the Ice," "Hi-Ho Cheerios," "Chutes and Ladders" or other similar games. Personally the games we play usually get out of hand.

Tonight was my night and I'd decided that the game tonight was going to be "Truth or Dare." Now I should tell you that my wife is a stunner—a stunner with an interesting past. I met Tatiana, Tat for short, when I was dancing and she was bouncing in the club. 

Yes, I know it is normally the other way around but tonight, an off night from her bouncing, I was dancing at an adult strip club that catered to women. No, it wasn't Chippendale's! They don't encourage us dancers to "play" with the patrons. And playing was what I wanted to do that day.

Ok. I am sure you've heard that all male dancers are gay. In my case you'd be wrong. I dance for one reason only and it isn't the money (although I won't turn it down either). I dance for the women.

I admit it. I love sex and the more of it I happen to have the happier I am. Of course it doesn't hurt if you have the proper equipment to entice the ladies. In my case that equipment includes a lanky 6' frame, chestnut brown hair to my shoulders, a set of washboard abs and a massive schlong.

The last part may sound like bragging but it is most definitely true. Heck, you can't really be in my profession if you are hung like a fly. My hard cock looks about like most men's forearm in size and it is just as thick. Heck, this how I make my money and, as such, I make sure it is in good working order and, so it doesn't rust, I keep it well lubricated with the best oil in the world for my sword—pussy juice!

Tatiana was visiting where I worked that day, she'd just applied for the bouncer's job that I normally did when I wasn't dancing and we ended up hooking up. God I love a woman who comes with her own professional set of handcuffs! Then again I come with my own as well.

"I just love a man in uniform," she gushed as I came offstage holding the remains of my policeman's uniform.

"And I love a woman out of uniform and under my body and rule," I shot back. The purr in her voice as she realized I was the dominant type was priceless. It was obvious that, at least sexually, she was a submissive.

"Me too," she said, "Maybe we can share a slut or two."

"Sounds like fun," I said, "Now I am going to check to see if you are properly dressed so don't move." And, with that said, I slid my hands underneath her dress. The show had obviously made her hot and she was ready to play. I'd have had to be dead not to notice as, when I reached her vagina, I found that it was shaved bare, pantiless and very, very moist.

Tatiana introduced herself at that point but I was looking for more than an introduction. Slowly I slid my first finger inside her and worked it around her a bit. She bit her lip as my finger reached the spot she'd been praying I'd hit. Thankfully this club encouraged what I was doing, unlike most clubs, because noone even bothered us from management when she moaned rather loudly as I manipulated that lovely clit of hers.

Not one to sit on my laurels I inserted a second finger alongside the first. Tatiana moved in time to my digital manipulation of her. Together, apart, neither made any difference as she was bound to cum either way. "Do you like being upon my fingers, here in public, moaning in orgasm like my own personal slut and fucktoy? Does it turn you on to know that other men and women are watching you? Thinking very sexual thoughts of what they would like to do to you? Of how they would use you? Do you still want me to continue my dear? Because from here on out your name will change—to slut—and that is how I intend to use you."

"Yes Master," she replied, "Yes, yes, yesssss." Tatiana released more juices upon my fingers as she committed herself to her own debauchery and debasement at my hands. There was no coercion, no forcing her to do so (as much as that may have turned her and I on), just her pure animal lust in absolute control as she made her decision.

Powerful Kegel muscles tried to keep my hand inside her as I pulled her in to a most passionate kiss. Her submissiveness kicked in in the extreme as she tilted her head back and gave in to my conquest of her. It mattered not to Tatiana and I as we kissed more passionately then most people would kiss on a first, second or third date.

"Tatiana," I said, "I can not wait to penetrate you. Come with me immediately." I had only a few minutes before my next set but I was going to make sure the other women in the bar were as sexually inflamed as could be. To that end I dragged Tatiana willingly behind me and into the men's dressing room. The other men there had seen women there before, they knew what I was going to do and they were used to it.

"Show me how much you want me dear," I said dropping the thong I had to put back on before leaving the stage.

There was no hesitation as Tatiana immediately dropped to her knees and gave me a blowjob to end all blowjobs in full view of the other men. The suction on my massive member was incredible and I did not want it to stop. Alas, I had to get on stage for my next act and that meant I needed time to get dressed.

"Shit," I said, "You will have to dress me for the women out there. Here is the outfit I will wear. Get me dressed then go sit in the front row. I will signal you when I am done."

I danced to the usual sexually charged, overly loud music but I barely heard it because I was too busy thinking about the slut in the first row. The women in the place were very intently staring at my massive cock as I got hard and the head, not to mention a good portion of the rest, crept up me and out from underneath the black male thong I was wearing. Tatiana's black hair seemed to surround the head of the blonde next to her as she whispered something in the woman's ear.

A smile crossed the face of the blonde bimbo when Tatiana whispered in her ear. Somehow I suspected they would both be devouring me soon enough. Judging by the grins on their faces I wasn't wrong. Doing a slow grind before them I made to let them know how happy they'd be, how wide they would be split open, when I was done with them.

Each woman got a real good feel of my equipment and tried to outdo all the women I'd performed before prior to them. The blonde leaned over to me and told me that she was going to swallow me to the root. Of course I'd heard that before although none had been able to accomplish such a feat.

"I want to feel that mouth devour me whole," I said, "but that is one trick noone has ever managed to pull off."

"I will," she bragged, "Yolanda has never met a cock too big for her mouth yet." She grinned in anticipation of trying me on for size. I grinned in anticipation of her trying and the fact she'd just told me she had a big mouth.

Yolanda and Tatiana did not have much to worry about between sets as I took them both in back in the dressing room with me. Laughing and kidding each was rather playful with me even when one of the dancers asked me, "Which one?"

"Which one what," they asked in unison.

"Which one of you offered to suck his cock to the root? Someone always offers to do it but, to date, noone has succeeded have they?" Jeff said.

"No, not yet," I replied, "Lord knows you keep telling me you can do it. Alas, I am not gay like you."

"Don't knock it til you try it," he chided back.

"I did," Yolanda jumped in, "I told him I'd swallow him whole."

"Good luck," Jeff said, "You'd do better trying to swallow your own forearm past the elbow."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Honey," he replied, "we all go on stage soft. What you saw sticking out of his thong is nowhere near the size he gets hard."

Yolanda gasped then turned her head to me. "I guess you'll just have to enter me soft and grow inside me then," she said to me.

"Thanks Jeff," I said as I felt two hands massaging my cock, "Don't you ever get tired of scaring my women?"

"Nahhhhhhhhhhh," he said, "besides if I scare enough of them off maybe you'll let me have a chance with that monster!"

"Maybe I'll force you down on it you slut just to shut you up!" I laughed back at him.

"You can't force the willing," Jeff replied.

My monster was at full erection due the women working on me and I was nearing orgasm quickly. Between Tatiana licking her way back and forth from my balls to my asshole and Yolanda holding my firehose which she was pushing past her lips I was soon to cum. Each of the women was aghast at Jeff's comment but dying to take it nonetheless.

Between acts I'd come into the back and let the women play with my member but I made sure not to cum. This made sure I was forever hard for the rest of my dance routines, excited the women in the audience more thereby earning me more money and made sure I was ready to service the women later. Gasps usually accompanied my entrance onstage as I was still glistening with fresh saliva and had lipstick smeared on me as well.

At the end of the evening I took Tatiana and Yolanda home. Mere moments passed after entering before the two women forced me to the couch and they began to devour me whole. Working together the two licked me from top to bottom, each trying to outdo the other and kissing as they licked around my member's crown. I'd seen girl-girl videos in the past but the experience is quite different when it is real and the women are tongue dueling over your cockhead.

Moving quickly I pushed Tatiana's head into Yolanda's shaven pussy lips as I slipped rapidly from the couch into position behind Tatiana. My fingers danced across her exposed lips as I got my first taste and smell of her. I was hooked. Tat was the tastiest woman I'd ever had the pleasure of having in my mouth.

Taking a deep breath my tongue slid between the tight folds of skin. Thankfully her thighs had not yet clamped around my head, so I could hear the moans elicited as I ate her and she ate Yolanda. Velvet folds, warm and wet, encased my tongue as she let me insinuate myself into her. Bucking upon my head I could tell that Tatiana was enjoying my every moment inside her.

Her nice bubble butt enticed me and, using the moisture from her wet pussy and my pre-cum oozing from the tip of my staff I lubricated her and then entered that lovely ass. Her muffled moan of pleasure reverberated throughout Yolanda's extremely sensitive lips causing her to explode suddenly and covering Tatiana's face. My heavy hammer drove Tatiana crazy as I took her. Lucky me I'd found a woman who not only liked sex, but who loved anal sex as well. Tat pushed herself hard upon my turgid member repeatedly.

Yolanda's pussy was leaking an incredible amount as Tat tattooed her pleasure upon it with her tongue. I tattooed Tat's breast with the pinching of my fingers and her ass with my hard throbber. Slowly I'd pull all the way to the head, allowing it to spread her to her widest, and then plunge headlong back to the bottom of that velvet tunnel.

Positions shifted yet again as I pulled Tat to my face and buried myself in her shaved pussy as Yolanda began to bury my enormous prick inside her. Gravity did a good job on Yolanda as her knees weakened as she plunged deep upon me. My meaty cock was sliding into her like a spear impaling a small animal.

I bucked my way into the fragile woman until she was begging me to stop my thrusts due to the pain of having something that large inside her. Yolanda cursed at me swearing I'd relocated most of her internal organs. Tat, however, said that she was ready and willing to be tore apart in any orifice I was willing to invade.

Needless to say after our initial encounter I continued to "date" Tatiana. By the time our second date began I'd already orally, anally, vaginally fucked the woman senseless. Heck, I'd even fucked her large breasts at her insistence. Over time we grew together until I actually proposed.

My proposal wasn't your average type though. Since we'd spent most of our time having kinky sex, engaging in bondage and discipline and every other so-called kinky act it was no surprise to her that I proposed to her.

The real surprise was where I proposed to my wife and how. We'd discussed previously our religious preferences and already started looking for a church to attend together. Her family, religious as it was, not only attended but enjoyed the history and architecture of such places. So, the day I proposed, I took her to an old, abandoned church, led her to into the confessional, seduced her and took her anally as, reaching around with one hand I pinched her nipple hard and with the other I presented her with an engagement ring. Which made her gasp more the pinching or the 2 carat, flawless, pink diamond in a heart-shaped cut and Tiffany setting I am not sure. Of course now you know why I didn't do it in an active church—her scream of "Yessssssssssss" rang throughout the rafters.

Now, several years later, we have game nights to keep our relationship always fresh and surprising. I'd chosen "Truth or Dare" but we never play the G-rated version of any games. She didn't know what I had in store but that would soon change. Excuse me now I have to answer the door, the fun is about to start!



Truth or Dare



I decided to have Sasha crash at my place during spring break. College had been rough on us so we wanted to just relax and get away from it all. My dad was home, but my mom was out of town on business. I knew my dad wouldn't care. I had been a daddy's girl for years. I think it went beyond that sometimes, but I didn't dare let Dad know that I saw the way he looked at me. 

So Friday night rolled around and Sasha showed up on the doorstep with her bag.

"Hey Girl!" I gave her a big hug. She was dressed in cut off jean shorts that clung to her body. Her long tan legs seemed to go on forever. Her beautiful little tits looked fabulous in her tank top. "Let's take your stuff up to my room."

"Awesome!" Sasha and I started up the stairs. Dad poked his head out of the kitchen.

"Hi Sasha. We're making pizza for dinner. It should be done soon." He smiled as we ran up the stairs. I could have sworn his eyes were boring a hole in my ass. I had known for some time that my dad wanted me. He had a great body and I'd be lying if I said I didn't fantasize about him too. I couldn't think about that now though. Sasha was here!

We got into my bedroom and closed the door. Sasha dumped her stuff on the bed and I turned around to look at her.

"Those shorts make your ass look great!" I walked up behind her and grabbed her ass. I knew what she liked and I had every intention of giving it to her tonight. She giggled and turned around to face me. I pulled her in close to me and kissed her. Just as I was going to grab her tit, my dad called out to us that the pizza was ready. I smiled at Sasha and told her we'd have to wait.

We ran downstairs to eat. After dinner, Dad suggested we watch movies. Dad was sitting on the couch so us girls sat on the floor in front of him. Part way through the movie I complained I was cold so I grabbed a blanket and covered up. Shortly after Sasha crawled under with me. It wasn't more than ten minutes before our hands were slowly exploring each other's bodies. We tried to act calm like nothing was going on so as not make Dad suspicious. 

After the movie we told Dad we were tired and were going to bed. 

"Ok. Oh, hey girls. I need to get up kind of early tomorrow, so please don't get too loud tonight, ok?" He smiled. We nodded and took off for my room.

Once inside we decided to play a little game instead of fucking right away. We each got changed into our pajamas and crawled into bed. Sasha looked at me and said "Truth or dare?" I smiled and said "Dare."

She smiled at me and thought for a moment. "I dare you to play with my tits."

I slowly reached under her tank top and began massaging her B cup tits. I rolled her nipples between my fingers. She moaned softly. I knew how she liked it, but I was going to make her wait. 

"Truth or dare?" I asked while still rolling her nipples between my fingers.

"Dare," she moaned at me.

"I dare you to play with my tits." And without hesitation, she reached over and grabbed my tits through my tank top. She gentle ran her hand across them, making my nipples hard. She knew I didn't want this. I pinched her right nipple between my fingers and twisted gently.

Sasha moaned loudly. I smiled at her. She slid her hands down my chest and slowly lifted my tank top. I grabbed her left nipple and squeezed harder. She moaned louder and moved her hands quickly to my tits. I laughed out loud.

There was a knock at the door. We pulled the covers up over us. Sasha moved her hands, but I didn't. 

"Yes?"

Dad opened the door. 

"Girls, I asked you to keep it down. Please don't make me come in here again."

"Sorry Daddy." I pouted at him hoping to appease him. He smiled at me and walked out.

I squeezed Sasha tits and watched as she tried to keep her moan quiet. This turned me on even more. She reached under my tank and started playing with my tits again.

***

I could hear the girls in my daughter's bedroom. Abia and Sasha thought I was clueless. I knew that all through the movie they were fingering each other under that blanket. The thought of the two of them together turned me on. My dick was getting hard at the thought of the two of them fucking each other.

I had wanted Abia for years, but only recently had really started fantasizing about it. She was legal now, so it was ok. Well, other than the fact that she was my daughter. 

Several times I had cracked open the door to her bathroom while she was showering and masturbated while watching her. Sometimes during her showers she would finger her pussy and we'd climax together. Then there was the night that her mother was out of town and I went in to check on her. She was laying there naked, only half covered by her bed sheets. Her beautiful tits were exposed. I softly said her name and she didn't respond. I knelt next to her bed. As gently as I could I leaned over and allowed my tongue to drag across her tit. She moaned softly. I pulled back and waited to see if she'd wake up. She didn't. I leaned in again, and this time sucked her hard nipple into my mouth. I wanted so bad to pull the sheets off of her and bury my face in her pussy, but I didn't dare. Not yet.

I heard Sasha moan and then heard Abia giggle. I knocked on the door. 

"Yes?"

I opened the door.

"Girls, I asked you to keep it down. Please don't make me come in here again."

"Sorry Daddy." Abia gave me that little pout that made me melt every time. I just smiled and walked out into the hallway. I stood by the door for a moment waiting to hear what happened next.

I slowly opened the door and watched as Abia sat up allowing Sasha to take her tank top off. She knelt there in her panties. Sasha was still in her tank top and panties. Sasha leaned over and sucked Abia's nipple into her mouth while slowly pulling her panties down.

I stepped back slowly and undid my pants exposing my long hard dick. I looked back in Abia's room and saw that Sasha was nearly naked at this point. Abia and Sasha were kissing while their hands groped at each other's bodies.

***

After Dad walked out of my room, I didn't hear the door close all the way. Sasha was playing with my tits and I had an idea that Dad might come back in. If he did, we were going to give him a show. I leaned into Sasha and whispered in her ear.

"I think he's watching us. Let's show him what we're up to."

Sasha giggled. "Sounds good to me." Sasha had wanted to fuck my dad for a while. If she had the chance I'm sure she'd give him the time of her life.

We sat up and Sasha started taking my tank off. Sasha started sucking my tit while pulling my boy shorts down. I immediately started pulling Sasha's tank top off. Once her tits were exposed, I pulled her panties down. I pulled her up to me and kissed her deeply, passionately. Her hands caressed almost every part of my body. I pulled back and started kissing her neck. I knew Dad was watching us now. I whispered in her ear that I was going to try something and that she should play along. I grabbed her ass and she moaned in agreement.

I pushed her sideways and down on to the bed. Her knees were bent and so I pulled them apart. I crawled up slowly and started sucking on her tits. I kissed her abdomen. Then I kissed her inner thigh. 

I asked her, loud enough for my dad to hear, "Truth or dare?"

She smiled and answered just as loudly, "Dare."

"I dare you to come and fuck my pussy while I eat out Sasha," and I turned around to see my dad standing there with his dick in hand, furiously jerking off.

***

She turned and looked at me and I nearly lost it. I could feel my balls tighten up and I wanted so bad to just let it all go.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked Abia.

"Daddy, I dare you to fuck Sasha and me." She smiled as she slowly pushed two fingers up inside Sasha's clean little pussy. Sasha arched her back and moaned. "Come on Daddy. Please." Abia pouted.

God her tits looked great. I wanted to get my around them. I wanted to fuck Abia so bad. I wanted to lick Sasha's pussy. I wanted them both and I needed them now.

I walked over to the bed and both girls got up. Abia pulled my pants down while Sasha started pulling my shirt up. Sasha got my shirt off and started kissing me. I could feel her tits against my chest. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my dick. I moaned. Whoever had their hand wrapped around my dick started slowly jerking me off. 

Sasha kissed me deeper as I grabbed her tits. I decided to be gentle. She put her hands over mine and squeezed hard. In that moment, I knew two things. Sasha liked it rough, and my daughter was jerking me off. Just as this realization hit me, I felt her mouth close around my dick. I didn't think I could hold it any longer. I reached down with one hand and grabbed my daughter's head. I held her in place and shoved my dick in her mouth as I spewed cum down her throat. I could feel her swallowing it. After I was done cumming, she licked me dick clean.

Sasha had stopped kissing me and was smiling. I pushed her back on the bed. My daughter laid down next to her and started kissing her.

"I can taste him on you."

"Doesn't he taste good?"

"Oh Abia, I wish I could have sucked him off first." Sasha started fingering Abia's pussy. I leaned down and did something I had wanted to do for a long time. I started kissing my daughter's tits. I kissed down her belly to her pussy. I started kissing her lips. Her clit was swollen and she was so wet. I glanced up just as Sasha brought her mouth down on Abia's tit. I flicked my tongue across her clit. She moaned and lifted her hips. I put my arms under her and lifted her up to my face. I pushed my tongue inside of her wet pussy and heard her gasp.

"Daddy," Abia moaned. I pulled my tongue out and sucked her clit into my mouth. I licked her wet pussy until she came all over my chin. Sasha giggled as I licked Abia's pussy clean.

"It's your turn Sasha," Abia said sitting up. Abia leaned over and started fingering Sasha. She turned and looked at me. "She's mine first." And with that, Abia leaned down and buried her face in her best friend's pussy. Sasha arched her back and grabbed Abia's head. The sight of my daughter eating out another girl made my dick grow hard again. Abia's ass was in the air, so I took advantage of this position.

I got up on my knees and pushed into her wet pussy. I heard Abia moan into Sasha's pussy. I started pumping in and out slowly, matching my speed to Abia's. The entire time, Sasha had her eyes on me. Abia sped up and started getting rougher with Sasha, so I sped up too.

Sasha exploded and cum was dribbling down Abia's chin when she moved slightly forward and kissed Sasha. My dick slid out of her pussy. I wanted so bad to finish inside of her, but the girls had other plans. Abia started to roll over and as she did, Sasha wrapped her legs around me. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her. Abia started sucking her tits. Sasha moaned.

"Abia, come here. I want to taste you!" Abia swung a leg over Sasha and sat on her face. She put her hands on the wall behind the bed and gave in to Sasha's warm tongue. I continued to pump in and out of Sasha and I watched her eat out my daughter. I reached around Abia and grabbed her tits. I squeezed and kneaded them. I was ready to cum. Abia leaned back against me, and I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I could feel my orgasm building up inside my balls. Abia's body started shaking. I could see Sasha grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto her face. The sight of my daughter cumming on her best friend's face was enough to make me cum inside of Sasha.

All three of us collapsed on the bed. I knew that this was the beginning of a very fun relationship. Things would never be the same between us.



Truth or Dare



The evening started off innocently enough. My husband, Bill, and I had a dinner party for a bunch of our friends. We all enjoyed the food, companionship and some great wine. As the night progressed the guests started to dwindle. Some had babysitters waiting, others had to work the next day and some were just tired. Eventually it was just Bill, me and our friend, Jake.

We were sitting around talking, enjoying some more wine and telling jokes. As it often does, the conversation turned to sex. I proposed a game of truth or dare. The rule was that you had to choose truth or dare before the question was asked and if you chose not to do a dare, you had to remove a piece of clothing. Both men were up for the game. Things started mild. 

Where is the kinkiest place you ever had sex? What is the first thing you notice about a member of the opposite sex? Have you ever done role playing during sex? Who was the first person you performed oral sex on? All these questions were quickly and easily answered. Several times the dare was chosen and these were mild as well and quickly completed. Jake dared me to kiss Bill on the inner thighs. I dared Jake to lick the back of my neck. Bill dared Jake to demonstrate his favorite sexual position, while acting out an orgasm for 45 seconds.

As we grew more comfortable with each other, the questions and dares grew riskier. Have you ever tasted your own cum? You enter a room where two girls and two guys are having sex all together! They notice you and then continue, do you then leave, watch or join them? Would you consider joining an orgy? The guys were not embarrassed about answering these at all. The next question came to me and I chose truth. Bill asked me to describe a sexual fantasy for them. Knowing this would create a stir for them I replied, "I have always wanted to be with two men at the same time." Both men groaned.

The next question went to Bill and he chose dare. Jake dared him to strip me down to my underwear. Bill eagerly came over and removed my boots then started to undo my jeans. He slid his hands inside the waistband and eased them down over my hips. His palms slid down my hips and legs until he reached my ankles and then my feet. His touch was slow and gentle but incredibly erotic. He reached for the waist band of my shirt and started to lift it up. Rather than simply lifting it up, he slid it with his hands so that his palms were in constant contact with my skin. As his hands slid over the thin material of my bra I shivered with excitement and my nipples stood out hard and waiting to be touched more, but he did not. He removed my shirt and tossed it aside.

The next round was to Jake and he chose dare as well. I dared Jake to moon me so I could see his nice firm ass. He dropped his pants and bent over giving me a little bump and grind show. He had lowered his pants far enough that I could see his balls and I wanted to lick and suck on them. He pulled his pants back up and fastened them without me getting a taste.

Again the question was back to me. Since I was turned on after the caresses I had received from Bill, I chose the dare. Bill dared me to give Jake a lap dance for 5 minutes. Jake took his place on the couch and I straddled his lap and started to run my hands over my body and grind slightly into Jake. Then Bill told me that when women give lap dances, they are normally topless. Jake wasted no time unhooking my bra. Since it hooked in the front, he used this opportunity to push the cups to the side to reveal my nipples and slid his hands across my nipples and tweaked them gently. My panties were thin and my juices were starting to flow, leaving a damp spot on Jake's jeans. I ground hard onto him and was greeted with his hardness pressing into me. This spurred me on further and I got sexier and sexier with my moves and ran my hands all across my chest and played with my nipples. I could see Bill rubbing himself through his jeans. He announced that time was up and I gave Jake a long deep kiss and climbed off his lap.

It was back to Bill's turn and he quickly chose dare. I don't think anyone was in the mood to answer questions anymore. What I said next aroused both men instantly. I told Bill that I wanted him to help me give Jake a blow job. Jake couldn't get out of his pants fast enough. I got on my knees in front of Jake and Bill got behind me. He put his hands on both of my cheeks and guided me onto Jake's cock and slowly pushed my head down until I had Jake fully in my mouth. I pulled my mouth back slightly and used my hand on the bottom of his shaft. I told Bill to put his hand over mine and guide me while I sucked Jake. Jake started to fuck my face and his strokes became a little faster. I pulled back completely, turned to Bill and with a wicked smile said, "Your turn." He started to protest saying this isn't what he had in mind with helping. While he was talking I positioned Jake's cock at his lips. It slid in and Bill could no longer talk. Both Jake and Bill had a look of surprise on their faces as they saw Jake's cock in Bill's mouth. I gave Bill the same treatment he had just given me. I gently pushed his face down onto Jake's cock and Jake groaned to feel a mouth on him again. Then I told them that I was going to suck Jake's balls while Bill sucked his cock. Bill must have been enjoying himself because he started to suck Jake's cock like a pro. 

I knelt down behind Jake and started to lick and suck on those balls that I wanted to taste earlier. I decided to try a little extra and see how it was received. I slid my tongue from his balls back to the opening of his ass. He let out a gasp as my tongue touched him. I moved it further back and went to work on licking his ass. He loved everything I was giving him. I decided I had nothing to lose and took it a step further. I slipped a couple of fingers into my pussy and fucked myself briefly. I then took one of my wet fingers and slowly began to slip it into Jake's ass. I heard him inhale sharply as I gradually slipped more of my finger into him. I slowly stroked my finger in and out of his ass and his rhythm of fucking Bill's face increased. I added a second finger and began to work his tight little ass. His moans came faster and were louder and he was pumping Bill's face in quick time. I heard him groan, "Oh yes, that's it. I'm going to fucking cum." I continued to pump his ass while he unloaded on Bill's face. Bill had never given a blow job so he had no idea how to handle with a mouth and face full of cum. I removed my fingers from Jake's ass and went over to Bill. I kissed him and licked every ounce of cum from his mouth. Then I proceeded to take my tongue and lick the remaining cum from his face. Jake told me how hot it was to watch this. 

I told Bill that I thought it was only fair that he get a blow job as well. I'm not sure what he thought was going to happen next but he was excited to see me greedily gobble up his cock. He was lying on his back and I was on my knees taking every inch of him in. Jake knelt behind me and was grabbing my tits, working my nipples, which were still hard. My moans were buried on Bill's hard shaft as I continued to suck him. Jake moved his hands down and started to rub my clit. I was so hot and wet that it didn't take me long to cum. I pushed back into his hand and rode it hard as I drenched his fingers. 

I pulled my mouth off Bill's cock and told them that it was only fair that Jake and I give Bill the same treatment that he had gotten. I saw a look of doubt cross his eyes, but when I reached out to his cock and started stroking it, he could no longer resist. I told Jake to lie on the floor and have Bill straddle his face so I could work on his ass like I had Jake. I know Bill loves to have his ass played with so he quickly got into position. Jake was hard again and I was wet, so I pulled off my panties and lowered myself onto him. Bill bent over and I worked his ass while I rode Jake's cock. We settled into a comfortable rhythm. Everyone was moaning and fucking in their various forms. 

I was nearing an orgasm, so I eased myself off of Jake and my fingers out of Bill's ass. I ran to the bedroom to get our lube. Bill loves to fuck my ass and I was about to give him the opportunity. I came back with the lube and worked on getting my ass ready. I spread the lube around my asshole and slipped a finger in, doing a slow fuck on it while both men watched. They were both stroking their cocks as they watched. I told them it was time to get back to fucking. I lubed up Bill's cock and then surprised him when I lubed up his ass as well. He put me on the couch with my ass right at the edge. He slipped into my ass and let out a scream as he entered me. He loves my ass because it clamps so tightly around him. He fucked me like he hadn't had sex in a year. I asked Jake to come stand in front of me. I poured some lube into one hand and applied it to Jake's cock. He was fucking my hand and I knew he wanted to bury it somewhere. I told him that if he thought MY ass was tight, he should try Bill's. Bill was busy fucking me I'm not sure he heard what I said. I pulled him down on top of me so that his ass was sticking up in the air. Jake moved behind Bill and repeated what I had done to his ass. He slipped a finger in and started finger fucking him, then added a second finger, spreading his hole further apart. He eased his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. I knew how it felt to have him in my pussy and apparently he felt just as good in Bill's ass because he let out another loud scream as Jake eased into him. 

I looked up at Bill and saw the absolute delight in his eyes as he got fucked while he fucked me. Both men were fucking hard and fast and the look I saw in Bill's eyes sent me over the edge. I came hard and my ass clamped tighter around Bill's cock. This brought him to his orgasm as he pumped my ass full of his cum. The fucking continued. As Jake fucked Bill's ass, it drove Bill into me time after time. It wasn't much longer before Jake was ready to cum. He pulled out of Bill's ass and shot his load all over it. I eased myself off the couch and went around to lick Jake's cum off Bill's ass. When I was done, I told Jake that he could clean out my ass. He tongue fucked my hole while Bill went to work on my clit. I came quickly with the feel of both of their tongues on me. They licked me clean and we collapsed in a heap on the floor. We continued to stroke each other as we drifted off to sleep.

I am looking forward to our next dinner party and seeing who our last guest is. Maybe it will be a woman and I'll have a chance to share her with Bill.



Truth or Dare!



Ah, spring break, it's finally here! I have had enough of school to last me a lifetime (mind you, I'm only 18!) I don't like my roommate, she's a total slob, and I'm a neat freak. I can't wait for her to leave. My friend Toni has asked me and two other friends to come to her house for spring break; she said we can stay there the whole week, and her mom is ok with that. She's going away herself, so we'd have the house to ourselves.

When we got there that Friday night, Toni introduced us to her mother, as she was packing to leave. Her mom is cool; I liked her. We all descended on the kitchen to get something to eat. Her mom left about a half hour later, and Toni said, "Ok ladies, we are on our own! What do you want to do?" I suggested renting a movie, complete with junk food, so we decided to do that. We piled in Toni's car, and stopped at the local movie rental place. We split up in four different directions, and met up at the cash register. I was in charge of getting the goodies, and they rented a few scary movies. We stopped by a fast food restaurant, and grabbed some burgers to eat as well. When we got back, we changed into our jammies, popped some popcorn, and sat down to watch a movie.

I noticed that all of us were dressed similarly, tank tops and panties or boy shorts. All of us have long legs and big boobs too, and all of us are extremely sexy. Toni and I have long dark hair, Maxi has blond hair and Gina (we call her Gypsy) has red hair. 

We got halfway through the first movie, when Gypsy got up and turned it off, saying she had had enough. The rest of us were like, "Awwww!" 

She suggested we play a game, a cross between Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare, so we looked at each other and agreed. Toni went to get an empty soda bottle from the kitchen, while Gypsy explained the rules. They were, whoever the bottle pointed to, had to answer any question put to her, or perform any dare asked of her. We all agreed. Toni put the bottle in the middle of our circle, and spun it around. 

After a few rounds went by, we took a short break. When we came back, we continued the game. Let me preface this round by saying that the last round of questions had become increasingly personal and sexual. Toni spun the bottle, and it stopped at me. Gypsy was first to ask questions. She smiled and asked, "Ok, Truth or Dare?" 

"Truth" I said.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

Toni asked, "Girlfriend?"

"No." I laughed.

Maxi asked, "Are you a virgin?"

"No."

"Have you ever been with a girl?" 

"No." 

Toni asked, "Have you ever wanted to be with a girl?" 

"No, but I've thought about it, fantasized about it, masturbated to it."

Maxi looked at me, and asked, "Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"No, not like I've kissed guys."

She asked, "Are you shaved?"

I said, No, but I've been thinking about getting a Brazilian wax. I haven't done it yet, because I'm afraid of pain, and I didn't have anyone to go with me."

"Well, we could do it here, right now." Toni said. "My mom has a new waxing kit right upstairs in her bathroom. Be right back." She took off upstairs, and I took off my panties. Maxi and Gypsy smiled at me, and hugged me. They took off theirs too. They didn't need to be waxed, but showed me their pussies and explained what was to happen so I'd know what to expect. It was a sisterly thing.

Toni came back, and we spread newspapers on the floor. I took off my tank top, and was now completely nude. I laid down on the newspapers, and Maxi and Gypsy each began to massage my breasts to relax me. Toni spread my legs, shaved me down first, and then began to apply the wax. It was warm and felt really good. When it came time to rip the special appliqué paper off, I made a sound like a puppy's yelp. It still hurt, but only a little. It was more like a sting than actual pain.

We all laughed, and Toni patted my pussy in order to relieve the pain. She continued until I was completely bald, and even cleared those small microscopic hairs by my butt. Then she did my underarms, so I was now completely hairless. It felt tingly, and I was getting wet from the breast massage. I closed my eyes, relaxed and just felt like floating. 

I was about to get up, when Toni pushed me back down on the floor, and put her face near my pussy. She inhaled my scent, and looked at me with a question in her eyes and her tongue running across her sensual lips. I looked up at Maxi and Gypsy; they were already naked and waiting for me. I smiled at them, then looked at Toni and smiled at her. She dipped her tongue into my pussy, and licked me clean, since I'd already had become pretty wet. I arched my back, and opened my mouth, which put my mouth right in line with someone's pussy; whether it was Maxi or Gypsy, I didn't know. I began to lick a hairless pussy for the first time. It was a strange sensation to me, but I quickly got used to it. It had a tangy flavor to it, so I opened my eyes to see who was up there. It was useless, because all I could see was boobs. It was also hard to concentrate, with Toni eating me out so well. I just hoped I was doing whoever was in my mouth even half as well.

I could hear someone moaning in ecstasy, and wondered who it was. When I felt I was about to cum, my legs began to shake, and I let out a scream that shook the walls. I came up for air, and found that it had been Maxi who was in my mouth. I smiled at her, and whispered in her ear to go bring in the yellow bag on the kitchen table. She got up and went into the kitchen, returning with the bag. Inside the bag were several chocolate candy bars. Everyone took one, and Maxi started to eat hers. I said, "No, Maxi, not yet. We haven't used them yet." She looked at me strangely, so I explained. "Watch me." 

I spread my legs again, and inserted the candy bar, rubbing my clit at the same time. In about two minutes, I had an orgasm, a chocolate-covered pussy, and three friends who couldn't wait to dive into me. I giggled, laid back, and they all fought for supremacy. Maxi won, and came up with a face full of chocolate. Toni and Gypsy used their candy bars on each other, and ate each other out. I ate my candy bar, and waited for Maxi to finish me off. I wanted to eat Gypsy; that hot body had been taunting me all night. I realized we had a whole week, but I wanted her now. When Maxi was done, I went for Gypsy. I got on her back, and slid my hands over her butt and down to her pussy. She was wet and ready for me. I unwrapped another candy bar, and slid it into her hot pussy, fingering her clit at the same time. I used my mouth to move the candy bar in and out of her, faster and faster, until she came with a screaming orgasm. I took the candy out, and began to eat Gypsy's flaming pussy. My face was covered in chocolate, and Maxi and Toni were watching us. There were several more candy bars in the bag, and we used them all. It was just the start of a great spring break.



Truth or Dare?



They sat in a circle, the six friends who had been inseparable since the third grade. Now they were in high school, and soon they would be heading off to various colleges around the country. This was the moment they had talked about and looked forward to for months. The moment where they would let go of all their inhibitions and simply give in to what every teenager on the planet feels most of the time: lust. After all, they were the best of friends, they were attractive, healthy and horny. Why not have some fun with the people you love and trust the most?

"OK, well, I guess we should start, right?" said Jason. It had been his idea initially, and it was met with quite a bit of skepticism at first. But all of them had wanted to do it, so it was only a matter of time before they shrugged off their modest inhibitions and got behind the idea.

"Who goes first?" asked Brie.

"I guess you do," said Amanda.

"Oh. OK." Nobody moved for several seconds. Then they all started to laugh.

"Come on, guys," said Jason. "We aren't getting wet feet now are we?"

"No no no no no," said Brie. "I'm ready, OK, let's see..."

She scanned the circle of her friends. "Ryan," she said.

Ryan looked up with mock surprise, his shaggy brown hair wagging atop his head. "Yeeeessss?" he asked.

"Truth or dare?" asked Brie with a wink.

"Hmmm...uh, OK, I'll start it off right. Dare," Ryan answered boldly. The others leaned forward in anticipation.

"OK," said Brie. She already had her first dare in mind. "We'll start off with something a bit tame. I dare you to play the rest of the game in your underwear."

A slight blush formed on Ryan's cheeks. He paused briefly, then shrugged and said, "OK, fine." Standing up, he pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing a solid upper body. He flexed his abs and raised his eyebrows jokingly at the group as he continued the striptease. Unzipping his jeans he slowly shimmied out of them, the denim sliding over his muscular thighs until the lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. He stepped out of his jeans and kicked them to the side, before sitting back down in only a pair of white boxer briefs, which clung tightly to his body. All eyes were drawn to the sizable package that remained hidden.

"Nice work," mumbled Brie, a tad embarrassed.

"OK, my turn," Ryan said confidently, apparently reveling in his unattired state. He looked across the circle at Kylie and said, "Truth or dare?"

Kylie's innocent doe eyes peered up at Ryan questioningly. "Who, me?" she asked with a flutter.

"Oh, don't give me that crap," Ryan laughed. "Truth or dare?"

"Um...truth, I guess," said Kylie.

"OK," Ryan said. "Um...What is the most outrageous sexual experience you've ever had?"

"Oh, God!" exclaimed Kylie, "I don't know!"

"No no no, you have to answer the question," prodded Ryan.

Kylie's eyes dropped. "OK, fine. I can't believe I'm telling you this, I told myself I'd never tell anyone this." She sighed dramatically. "OK, well, freshman year, after I joined the swim team, I was practicing freestyle in the pool after school, and Jake and Greg were swimming too."

"The Bradley twins?" asked Amanda with shock. "Oh my God, they were so hot!" She had a feeling she knew where this was going.

"Yeah," Kylie said. "Well, anyway, they were being really weird, like eyeing me the whole time, and being all flirty, and it was, like, totally distracting me from swimming--"

"I think just seeing those two in Speedos would be distracting enough," Brie cut in. The others hushed her.

"So I was like, 'what are you guys even doing here if you're not going to practice?' and they were like, 'we're just here to watch you.' And I was so shocked that they would just say that and they were standing there looking all hot and everything, and they were seniors, and I was just a measly little freshman, and oh God, I can't believe I'm telling you this..."

"Go on!" shouted Jason.

"Well, the long and the short of it is--"

"I hear with those two there is no 'short' of it" Brie quipped.

"SHHHHHH!" Amanda said, laughing.

Kylie continued in a rush: "We went into their locker room and I took a shower with them and I might have given them both blow jobs in the shower!"

"At the same time?" Amanda asked, eyes wide.

Kylie blushed. "Yes, at the same time. They were actually kind of weird about it, like they were really gentle and all, and didn't force me to do anything, but they were really into it and they were really physical with each other, like touching each other and holding each other's cocks as I licked them up and down." She was in another world now. "Jake's cock was gorgeous, huge and smooth with a big purple head, and straight as an arrow. Greg's was a bit shorter and kinda crooked, but at that point, I was a goner. They shaved their bodies for swimming, and I guess they were going for extra aerodynamics or something, because they were completely hairless down there too."

Brie let out a small moan as Kylie continued. "I licked Jake's tool like a lollipop, gripping it tightly at the base with my hand, as Greg rubbed his cock against my cheek. At one point I was alternating sucking on one and then the other, and then I was trying to get both in my mouth at the same time, and they were moaning and then Jake came and shot his load in my face and all over Greg's cock, and then Greg erupted too and I was going crazy, it was so hot, and they were so hot and it was...kind of a mess."

The group was silent for some time. Kylie emerged from her reverie and looked sheepishly around the circle. "Wow," said Ryan, that's ridiculous. "But, what about you, didn't you get any from them?"

Kylie frowned. "No, I was showering their, you know, stuff off of me and we heard the locker room door open. I scampered out and grabbed my clothes and ran into the girl's locker room before anyone saw me. Then graduation was, like, a month later, and I never saw those two again." She shrugged. "Oh well, it was fun, I admit it. I certainly enjoyed myself." She winked mischievously at Ryan, who blushed.

"Well, that was quite a story," Ryan said, crossing his legs in a vain attempt to cover his growing excitement. "I guess it's your turn, now Kylie."

"Good, OK," Kylie said. "I pick...Travis," she said, her eyes narrowing sneakily at the blond boy across from her. Until now, Travis had been silent, sitting unobtrusively and trying not to be noticed. "You've been way too quiet over there, Trav. Truth or dare?"

"Oh boy, well I guess, uh...truth, I guess," Travis responded sheepishly.

"Are you gay?" Kylie asked. Bam. If Jason had been drinking something, he would have done a spit take.

"Uh, what?" Travis asked.

"Come on, Trav, it's a simple yes or no question, and we ARE playing truth or dare, right?" Kylie pressed.

They looked at him expectantly. "Well, I" he stuttered, "I don't think it's really...I mean, I didn't think we would be..."

Kylie's face softened. She looked at him sweetly and said: "Travis, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot. Look, it's no big deal."

Travis took a deep breath and looked around the circle. "No, no, you're right, and it's about time I finally told this to you guys, I mean you are my best friends, right?"

"Right," said Amanda. "And don't think for a second this would change anything, right everyone?" she glanced at the others, who all nodded quickly. Jason still looked a bit flabbergasted. "Besides," Amanda continued, "We all knew anyway."

"I didn't know!" said Jason, "You all knew this?"

"How did you know?" Travis asked.

"Oh come on!" said Brie. "How many straight high school boys can sing the Rent soundtrack from start to finish? Or have shirtless posters of Sean Connery hanging on their walls?"

"That's James Bond! Come on, you know, Diamonds Are Forever?" He pouted. "He's very butch you know?"

"Uh huh," said Brie.

Travis shrugged. "Well, I'm not actually gay, I don't think. I think I might be bi or something. Wow, it's really weird to actually say that to someone else."

"This is the most amazing game of Truth or Dare I've ever played!" Kylie exclaimed, breaking the mood. Everyone laughed.

"Ok, let's keep going. Travis, it's your turn," Kylie said.

"Oh, right, um, OK...I pick Amanda. Truth or dare?"

"Dare!" Amanda replied defiantly and then added: "Bring it on!"

Travis laughed. "OK, you asked for it. Besides I need to get the attention off of me and on to someone else. I dare you to take off all your clothes."

Amanda didn't skip a beat. "Fine," she said, standing up. In no time, she had shrugged off her T-shirt and jeans, and stood before them in a lacy pink bra and matching panties.

"Oooh, Amanda, those are so cute!" exclaimed Brie. "Are those Victoria Secret?"

"Yeah," said Amanda, "They were like $9.99 or something like that, pretty amazing."

"Wow, I've really got to get a bra like that," Kylie piped in. "Did you see any like that in black when you were there."

"I don't know about black," Amanda replied, "but they have this huge bin full of all different colors, and you can just--"

Jason coughed. "Uh ladies, do you mind? This isn't a shopping trip."

"Oh, right," Amanda said, and with a couple quick moves she had removed her underwear and stood before them in all her glory. Her body was amazing: large, firm breasts capped by little pink nipples, a tight stomach and gorgeous, sculpted ass. her small patch of pubic hair leading down to those puffy pink lips of her tight pussy. She turned for everyone's enjoyment (and a few catcalls), and then retook her spot in the circle. Sitting across from her, Ryan had an unobstructed view of her pussy, and his cock twitched in his briefs.

"My turn! Amanda said brightly." The feeling that the bar had been raised was palpable. "Jason! Truth or dare?"

Jason paused slightly and with a brief glance at Travis, said "Dare." Travis returned the look questioningly.

"OK," Amanda said. "I dare you to masturbate for us for 10 minutes."

"What?" Jason said, his eyes widening.

"Um, masturbate. You know, jerk off? Choke the chicken? Wag the dog? Beat it? You do know how to masturbate don't you, Jason?"

"Oh shut up!" he replied. "Fine, oh boy this is getting out of hand."  

"OK," said Amanda, licking her lips. "Get in the middle of the circle. Who's got a timer?"

"I do," said Ryan, checking his watch. Jason moved to the center. He was nervous as he fumbled with his button-fly, finally getting them open. "Do I have to remove all my clothes?" he asked.

"I guess not. If you don't want to. It wasn't part of the dare," Amanda answered disappointedly.

Jason pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. His penis hung limp between his legs. "Awww, it's shy!" Brie exclaimed.

"Oh be quiet!" Jason laughed. He took a deep breath and grabbed his flaccid penis with his right hand. All eyes were riveted on Jason's crotch as he slowly began to massage his tool. It responded to his touch, growing rapidly until it stood about 7 inches in length. Jason's breathing quickened as he gripped his hardened dick at the base with his right hand, squeezing firmly. This caused the head to swell, becoming smooth and tight. He formed a ring with the index finger and thumb of his left hand, Encircling the tip of his engorged cock, he began to stroke lightly up and down. The others watched silently as his pace quickened, his left hand sliding up and down the length off his shaft. Jason's breathing became quicker and louder. His right hand still gripped the base of his cock and held his balls tightly. A bead of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock, grew larger with each stroke and then slowly spilled down the underside of his shaft.

Amanda absent-mindedly began to touch herself, her right hand playing small circles with her pussy lips as Jason continued to beat off. His eyes were closed and his head with thrown back as his cock swelled even bigger. He was close now, just a few more strokes and he'd erupt in a volcano of hot white cum. The pressure built up, the pleasure was intense, the fires of desire surrounded his engorged cock, and--

"Time!" Ryan said. Everyone jumped. Jason sat up abruptly, releasing his erection, which bobbed up and down.

"Whoa, that was close," he said.

"That was hot," Kylie replied, her eyes still glued to Jason's cock. She looked uncomfortable and fidgeted in her seat. "C'mon let's keep this going. Jason it's your turn."

Jason thought about pulling his pants back up, but instead he shrugged and pulled them off along with his shirt. His penis was now only half-erect, and it hung heavily between his legs. The others nodded approvingly. "OK, um Brie, truth or dare?"

"Oh, my turn?" Brie said, trying to look nonchalant, but her body was all anxiousness "OK, I guess I'll take Dare."

"OK," Jason said with a gleam in his eyes. "This one is going to allow you to be creative, but I'm hoping you'll just go with it."

"Um, OK..." said Brie.

"I dare you to make out with Kylie," Jason said.

Brie laughed nervously and glanced at Kylie. "OK, well, what do you mean by make out?"

"That's where the creativity comes in," Jason replied. "It's up to you guys how far you want to take it." He grinned smugly.

Brie looked at Kylie again and they started giggling. "Fine," Brie said. She moved over to Kylie in the circle and the two of them sat facing each other. Nervously, Brie leaned in and gave Kylie a brief peck on the lips. Kylie returned the kiss with a longer one, her lips parting slightly. Their arms reached out and clasped each other, as they began kissing in earnest, tongues weaving a wet tapestry in each other's mouths. They were into it now, making out in earnest. Kylie lifted Brie's shirt off of her, and unclasped her bra, which fell to the floor. Brie returned the favor, and soon the two were topless, kissing each other furiously. Brie's small tits pressed up against Kylie's larger ones, their nipples hardening with the mutual friction. The others watched, mouths agape, as Brie trailed kisses down Kylie's neck to her tits, kissing and licking the taut pink nipple. Kylie moaned her approval, leaning back to allow Brie access to her body. Brie fumbled with the clasp of Kylie's skirt, then the zipper. She pulled the skirt quickly off Kylie's legs and then gasped when she saw the Kylie was bare underneath. Her shaved pussy gleamed in the dim light of the room, the lips puffy and pouting for attention. Brie wasted no time, licking and nibbling up Kylie's slender legs until she arrived at the prize. She parted Kylie's lips with her tongue, licking in smooth strokes up and down her pussy. Finding Kylie's hardened clit, Brie sucked on it lightly, causing Kylie to groan in pleasure. Kylie motioned for Brie to swing her legs around, and Brie complied. Kylie undid Brie's jeans, and pulled them off, along with her lacy thong underwear. Naked now, Brie positioned her aching snatch over Kylie's mouth, continuing to apply her oral ministrations to Kylie's dripping cunt. Kylie's tongue darted out, teasing Brie's clit, while her hands spread her pussy lips open.

Amanda and Travis just stared, stunned at the scene in front of them. Jason and Ryan were stroking their hard cocks furiously as Brie and Kylie continued their oral assaults. Kylie began to moan loudly as she approached orgasm, her hips bucking wildly. Brie licked and sucked on Kylie's pussy frantically, while her own orgasm loomed. Kylie cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clenched as she came, her body thrashing in ecstasy. As her orgasm subsided, Brie's began. Kylie nibbled on Brie's clit, sending her over the edge. Brie's hips rose off the floor, her pussy pushing up into Kylie's mouth as Brie screamed out with pleasure. She came for what seemed like hours, and then her body fell limp to the floor. Kylie rolled over onto the floor as well, and the two of them lay breathless and sweaty and satisfied.

"Holy shit," Jason said, his hard cock still in his hand. "That was amazing." The others nodded wordlessly.

After a few minutes, Kylie and Brie sat up. "Wow, that was insane," Brie said.

"Best dare ever," Kylie murmured. Shaking her daze away, she said, "OK whose turn is it?"

"I think it's mine," Brie said shakily. She snapped out of it. "OK, um, Ryan. Truth or dare?"

"Well if future dares are anything like that one, then I would be an idiot to pick truth," Ryan replied.

"OK, dare it is," Brie said. "Let's see... Ryan, I dare you to...fuck Amanda doggie-style!"

"Holy shit!" said Travis.

"Oh boy," said Jason.

"Uh," said Ryan with a smile. "Fine by me. Amanda?" But she was already on her feet, heading toward the couch. She knealt on the couch, facing away from the group, her gorgeous, smooth ass sticking up for all to see.

"Bring it on, Ry Ry," she said seductively. Ryan scrambled to his feet and approached the posing beauty. Her pussy lips looked beautiful and slick from behind, and he tested her with his fingers. She was sopping wet already, and his fingers slid easily into her pussy. She sighed heavily as he pulled his hand away from her cunt. Grasping his throbbing erection, Ryan positioned himself behind Amanda and guided the tip of his cock toward her pussy. He slid the cock head up and down the outside of her slit and he stroked her firm ass cheeks with his other hand. Amanda whimpered when she felt his smooth cock touch her pussy lips. "Please, fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me Ryan."

She looked back over her shoulder and saw him holding his beautiful cock in his hand. It was pulsing and huge. She watched as he positioned the mushroom head at her entrance and then slowly began to work it in. She gasped as the tip of Ryan's cock penetrated her, and he began to work the shaft into her moist snatch. Soon, he had buried his entire eight inches in her pussy. He wrapped his arms around her torso and savored the feeling of warmth and tightness surrounding his engorged organ. The others watched, enraptured, while Ryan began to slowly pull out of Amanda's pussy. He withdrew his cock almost all the way and then quickly plunged it back in. Amanda moaned loudly. Then Ryan began to fuck her in earnest.

His cock pistoned in and out of her dripping pussy, his smooth ass flexing with each thrust. His balls hung loose and slapped against Amanda's ass each time he buried his thick cock in her.  "Oh God, Ryan, your cock feels so good!" Amanda moaned. Ryan played with her breasts and tweaked her hard little nipples as he fucked her. Amanda's moans became louder and louder as her orgasm approached. "Oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming!" she screamed. Ryan didn't let up. He pounded into her slick pussy even harder, pumping away with abandon. Amanda came hard, thrashing against the cushions of the couch. Her pussy contracted against his cock and milked it, pushing Ryan over the edge. At the last second, he pulled his massive tool out of her and pumped it with his hand, spewing his milky seed all over Amanda's back and ass. Spent, they collapsed on the couch, Amanda's leg draped languorously over Ryan's thigh.

"Wow, that was amazing!" exclaimed Brie, her fingers wet from massaging her own pussy. Travis had removed his clothing and was gently pulling on his cock. "Yeah that was awesome! Who's next?" he asked eagerly.

"It's my turn," Ryan said. "And I choose Kylie."

"Dare!" Kylie said instantly.

Ryan was ready for this and announced his dare right away: "OK, Kylie, I want you to re-enact your encounter with the Bradley twins on Travis and Jason."

"Holy shit! That's a good one!" Amanda laughed.

Kylie's eyes grew big, and smiles broke out on Jason and Travis's faces. "OK, let's get going," Kylie said. Pointing to Jason and Travis, she continued: "You two stand here on the floor." The two boys stood naked next to each other, their dicks stiffening with anticipation. "OK, now, Jason, put your arm around Travis so that your hand is resting on his left hip."




Truth or Dare?



Jason looked a bit dubious, but followed her direction. "And Travis," Kylie continued, "You grab Jason's cock and hold it at the base." Travis's eyes widened and he looked at Jason hesitantly. Jason looked a bit unsure, but eventually he shrugged and said, "Well, I guess the dare is to recreate the situation, so that's what we have to do." He tried to sound doubtful, but the others detected the excitement in his voice. Travis grinned and, reaching down, took hold of Jason's fully-erect penis, stroking it a couple times before grasping it tightly at the base. His fingers played gently with Jason's smooth balls.

"OK, you're all set," Kylie said excitedly. "Now it's my turn." She approached the two boys and kneeled down in front of them, studying their wagging units. Jason's seven-incher was pulsing slightly as Travis maintained his hold. Travis's cock was about six inches long, but quite thick, the veins standing out under the velvety skin. Both boys kept their pubic hair trimmed very short, so their cocks stood out prominently.

Reaching up, Kylie took hold of Travis's shaft in her left hand and gave it a few experimental tugs. It expanded slightly at her touch and Travis responded with an intake of breath. Kylie flicked her tongue out and teased the underside of Travis's cock. Looking up into his eyes, she licked up and down the smooth shaft as Travis peered down at her open-mouthed. Kylie lovingly kissed up the underside and swirled her tongue around his mushroom head, which was taut and shiny. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and swallowed his cock whole. Travis gasped and tightened his grip on Jason's cock. Kylie sucked on Travis's thick member, bobbing her head up and down slowly. The warm wetness felt amazing, and Travis started moaning softly.

With one hand holding Travis's shaft, Kylie reached her other hand up to Jason's cock and began to stroke it lightly. Then she pulled off of Travis's cock and started to lick Jason's. Jason groaned from the attention and watched as Kylie put his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Travis pulled gently at Jason's cock as Kylie sucked and softly stroked Jason's hard ass cheeks with his other hand. He ran a finger up and down the crack of Jason's ass, causing him to moan with pleasure.

Kylie began to alternate on the two boys, licking up Jason's cock and then down Travis's in a circular motion. She brought the two cocks closer together until the tips were touching. Slippery with saliva and pre-cum, the cocks slid together wetly, the contact turning both boys on even more. Kylie opened her mouth wide and tried to fit both penises in her mouth at the same time, but she could only fit the heads in slightly. Jason reached down and took Travis's cock in his hand and the two boys stroked each other as Kylie continued her oral ministrations. She leaned in and took Jason's cock in her mouth, sucking furiously.

The pressure was intense and Jason cried out, "Oh God! Yeah, suck it!" His cock swelled and the first jet of cum shot down Kylie's throat. She pulled her mouth off just as Jason's second wave spurted out, covering Kylie's lips and cheek. She jerked his cock and watched with her mouth open wide as more cum jetted out of Jason's cock, spraying her face. As his orgasm subsided, Kylie turned to Travis and began sucking on his cock. It didn't take long for Travis's orgasm to arrive. Kylie sucked long and hard on his cock, using her tongue to play with the sensitive head. Travis moaned, "I'm coming!" and released his load deep inside Kylie's mouth. She kept him in her mouth, sucking down all of his hot cum before pulling his cock out and licking him clean.

Jason was still hard, and she turned back to lick his dick gently. Suddenly she felt hands on her hips. Turning her head, she saw Ryan positioning himself behind her. She grinned her approval, and he kneeled behind her. Without hesitation, Ryan positioned his cock at her moist entrance and entered her from behind. Kylie grunted and continued to lick Jason's cock as Ryan fucked her.

Amanda and Brie approached and kneeled next to Kylie. Leaning in, the three girls worked on Jason and Travis's cocks, which had come back to life. Amanda and Brie licked Travis's dick, their tongues entwining over his engorged head. Ryan fucked Kylie hard from behind, and her moans were muffled by Jason's cock deep in her throat. Brie and Amanda played with each other's pussies as they continued to suck and lick Travis's cock.

Suddenly, Kylie pulled Jason's cock out of her mouth and screamed, "Oh yeah, I'm coming!" Ryan pumped into her from behind as Kylie's orgasm wracked her body. She stroked Jason's cock, which erupted with his second orgasm, spewing his seed over her face. Ryan pulled out of Kylie pussy and shot his second load over her back and ass. Travis's cock erupted in Brie and Amanda's mouths, coating their tongues with his love juice. Brie and Amanda rubbed each other's pussies furiously and called out as they reached orgasm simultaneously, their tongues still licking Travis's spent dick. When everyone's orgasms had subsided, the group collapsed onto the floor, exhausted.

"Best game of truth or dare ever," Amanda said after a few minutes.

"Yeah, I think that's a fair assessment," Jason agreed. "So what are you all doing tomorrow?"




Truth or Dare



This is just a short story, totally unrelated to my other efforts. It's not as full on as my other stories, so if the harder stuff is what you want, move on now. Some of the places in this story exist, but the story itself is purely fantasy.



"Strip!" Sally shouted. 

"Fuck off!" Was Holly's predictable reply. 

They were playing a game of truth or dare with their friends Sally and Rob. Both couples had been friends for over 10 years now, having met as mates at University and eventually ended up together. They were all in their early 30's now and had been married for 6 & 7 years respectively. 

"Come on." Neil teased her. "We all agreed not to cheat at the start. You either answer the question and tell us all or you do the forfeit."

Holly had taken the decision not to answer a question she had been asked about a threesome, her friends weren't going to let her get away with this.

Both Rob & Sally were now egging Holly on to strip. Neil soon joined them, desperate to see whether his wife would have the nerve to get her kit off in front of their friends. 

She eventually got up, tottering slightly from all of the drink. She was actually going to do it. None of them could quite believe it. Holly turned up the music and started to dance in the centre of the room. She kept eye contact with her husband as she gyrated, wiggling her bum in the direction of her friends across the room. Holly ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, pouting at her man as she played up to her stripper act. 

Holly then suddenly whipped her top off and threw it at Neil. She was now exposing her 38D tits, covered by her lacy red bra. Holly had a fantastic pair of tits, Neil had never made a secret of how much he loved them. She turned around to her friends, cupping her breasts and blowing a kiss at them, she actually looked like she was getting into this now. 

Holly then unclipped her jeans and eased them over her shapely bum, dropping them to the floor to expose her thong. She suddenly felt exposed, her knickers didn't really leave much to the imagination, barely covering her pubes, her bum now on show. 

"Right, that's it." She said. "I've done my forfeit."

"You can't stop now!" Rob said to her. He had adjusted the way he was sitting, clearly trying to hide his erection. Neil agreed, urging his wife to carry on and finish her act. 

Holly then felt another surge of confidence. She had stripped a couple of times for Neil, and admitted that she'd had fantasies about stripping in front of a room full of people. Now was her chance, if she didn't bottle it. 

Holly started to dance again. She now decided that she was going for it, why not. It wasn't going to go any further after all. She unclipped her bra and went over to where Rob was sat, holding the material over her breasts while dancing closer and closer to him. She got astride his leg and took away her hands, letting the bra fall into his lap, and her tits to fall free. Rob smiled at her but she was away now, in her own little world. She gyrated over Rob for a few more seconds before moving over to her husband and doing the same to him. 

Finally she turned her back to him and slid her knickers over her bum and down her slender legs, before stepping out of them. Holly could now feel the cool air against her pussy, she also felt moisture between her legs, she hadn't realised just how excited she was getting until now. She now went to her best friend to perform for her, spreading her legs, giving her a filthy show as she had seen lap dancers do in films. 

Nobody in the room had spoken since Holly had decided to go all the way, they all looked on, transfixed by her raunchy show. Each of them got their own private dance, seeing a real close up of her most intimate parts. 

Not a lot was said after Holly collected her clothes and went to get dressed. Rob & Sally made their excuses and left, they clearly couldn't wait to get home and get into each other. They had been tempted to go for it there and then, but that may have been a step too far. 

"That was fucking amazing!" Neil said to Holly after they'd left. "I am so turned on by what you just did."

"So am I." Holly told him. "Fuck me now, I need you inside me now."

They had raw, animal sex, right there in the Living Room. It was too urgent to make their way upstairs. It lasted no more than a minute either. The sexual tension had been so high, that Neil had no chance of lasting long. 

"I never knew you had a fantasy like that." Neil said to her as they lay in bed that night. 

"I'd never really though too much about it to be honest." Holly replied honestly. "A lad I went out with years ago, accidentally took me to a pub in Shoreditch that had strippers on once. At least he said it was an accident!"

Neil let her carry on, loving to hear her open up like this. 

"Anyway, it was a real rough old place, spit and sawdust type of place." She continued. "I was the only other woman in there apart from the strippers. The girls were lovely, and all seemed to be dancing for me, it was fantastic."

Again Neil let her carry on. 

"I did a strip for John that night, and was so turned on I couldn't believe it." Holly went on. "I'd loved the power it gave me over him. We never went back after that though, and I stopped seeing him not long after that. I forgot about it really."

"I loved it when you did it for me." Neil told her, remembering the time Holly had come in from a girls night out and treated him to a raunchy show. 

"So did I." She continued. "I just felt a bit embarrassed to let you know that this was the sort of thing I liked doing. I hope you don't think I'm some kind of slag now."

"Course I don't." Neil reassured her. "You can do that anytime!"

A fortnight later, Neil rang Holly at work and told her to meet him at the Hamilton Hall pub at London's Liverpool Street Station. He said he fancied a few drinks and a curry, just a typical Friday night after a hard week at work. 

They met at 6pm and had a couple of pints, before taking a walk up Bishopsgate towards the Brick Lane area. Neil said that there was one more pub he wanted to try before they went to eat, and led her further up Bishopsgate. When they arrived at The White Horse, Holly couldn't work out why he wanted a drink there. The pub looked like it hadn't been decorated since the 1950's, and had no appeal whatsoever. On walking in though, the reason for the trip became apparent. It was a strip pub. 

The bar was full of men, some standing by the bar, some crowded around a stage in the front corner of the pub. On the stage, a young woman danced totally naked. She spread her legs, giving the men at the front a real eyefull of herself, faking masturbation and getting as close as she could to them without touching. A few of the men in the pub turned to see Holly as she walked in, they weren't used to smart, attractive looking women coming into this place to drink. The only women that ever came into this pub were the dancers. She felt extremely self concious, but it was also a huge buzz, this night could be very interesting. 

Neil got them both a drink and made their way to a free spot near the cigarette machine.

"I can't believe you brought me in here!" She said to him, sipping her Vodka and Coke. She smiled as she said it, Neil knew that look, she liked the idea but didn't want to let him know that yet.

"Well after what we got up to the other night." He continued. "I thought you might fancy a trip up here."

Holly took another drink and smiled, she was secretly loving being here. The place was exactly like she had fantasized, rough and ready, not like the new sort of lap dancing clubs that had started to spring up around London lately.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a pneumatic blonde with a pint glass full of change, wearing only knickers and a bra. She smiled at them both and said hi, holding the glass out for their cash. Neil put the required £1 in for each of them and she went in her way. The girl gave Holly a lingering smile which made her blush a bit. She felt a stirring of excitement between her legs now.

The dance followed the pattern of the previous one. She danced to a song on stage, quickly removing her underwear, then concentrating on showing the men in the front row a close up of all her assets. 

This routine repeated countless times over the night. Neil had made it clear that they could leave at any time, but Holly was keen to stay by now, she was fascinated by the show.

On going to the toilet, Holly bumped into one of the dancers who was on her way out.

"What brings you in here?" She asked in a broad London accent.

"My husband!" She answered. "It's a long story, but he thought he'd surprise me."

"And are you enjoying it?" She asked.

"I am." Holly said, feeling her cheeks starting to flush pink. "I've always had a bit of a thing about watching strippers."

"You'd do well yourself here with a body like that." She commented, giving her a once over.

Holly could feel herself going even more red now. The girl reached into her handbag and produced a business card. 

"My mobile number is on here if you ever fancy giving it a go." She said.

Holly took it and mumbled a thank you to her, leaving hurriedly this was a telling response, she put the card in her pocket, she didn't simpy reject it. 

As the night wore on, the girls started to get dirtier with their acts. A couple of the girls went on stage and did dances using various sex toys, then a couple of dancers worked their way around the pub allowing the men to have a feel of their tits. Holly was really enjoying this by now, she could just imagine herself doing this, allowing men to grope her while she gyrated in front of them. 

Just before the pub closed, the girl that Holly met in the toilet came round for one last dance. She made a beeline for Holly, dancing for her and encouraging her to feel her tits. She declined, but the woman didn't move on, she simply grabbed her hands and placed them on her huge, cosmetically enhanced breasts. A big cheer went up around the pub which made her blush an even deeper red. The girl then moved on to Neil, encouraging him to touch her tits and arse. He gave Holly a glance as if to ask her permission, her smile gave him the all clear. 

Neil clearly had an erection by now, which the girl was soon rubbing her bum against, while he played with her tits. She was really into this by now, barely realising that the music had finished. 

"That was fucking great!" Holly said to Neil as they left the pub. "I am so turned on!"

Neil grabbed her arm and pulled her down a dark looking alley, Holly made a surprised yelp as he did but hapilly followed. Within seconds, he was kissing his wife, his tongue deep in her mouth, eating her alive. He had her pressed up against a wall, his hand frantically undoing her jeans, then thrusting down the front of her knickers. Even Neil was surprised how wet she was. Holly parted her legs as much as she could, allowing Neil to rub her wet slit. Within seconds she could feel herself coming, her legs nearly giving way as she did. 

Holly's knickers were now soaking after her orgasm, but was now desperate to make her husband come. She spun him around, tugging at his zipper, then releasing his rock hard erection from the front of his pants. Without a word, Holly dropped to her knees and took his entire length into her mouth. She wasted no time teasing him, sucking and wnaking him with all she had. Neil's orgasm didn't take much longer than Holly's had, he let out a groan and shot his load into her mouth. Holly swallowed his hot come, not spilling a drop. 

The couple composed themselves and rejoined Bishopsgate, mingling with the rest of the people heading home from the pub, smiling to each other in the knowing what they'd just done. 

Holly told Neil about what the blonde stripper had said to her earlier that evening, he could tell that she was desperate to try this out. 

"Do you want to do it?" Neil asked her. 

"Yes." She replied. "I think I'd only like to do it once, just to see what it was like."

"If you do, it's fine by me." Neil told her. "I'd want to be there to watch though, if that's ok with you."

"You want to keep an eye on me you mean!" She teased him.

"No!" Neil responded with mock horror. "I trust you. I'd just love to see my wife getting her kit off in front of a room full of admiring blokes. I'd be proud of you."

"Thanks Darling." She said, kissing him. "Course I wouldn't mind. But are you sure you'd be ok if things got a bit out of hand like they did tonight? I mean, those men had their hands all over the girls by the end."

"It's fine, it really is." He told her. "It's not like you're going to fuck any of them is it?!"

"No! Course I wouldn't" Holly replied.

"Well then, there's no harm in a little bit of touching." He said, concluding the converstion, making sure his wife knew this was ok. 

Holly called the blonde girl the next day. It turned out that her name was Suzy. Suzy gave Holly the lowdown on what to expect, what she could expect to earn, what the pub would charge her. She also checked how far she was willing to go, reminding her that things got a bit out of hand from time to time. Holly didn't tell her that she only wanted to do this as a one off, she thought it was better to make up a story about them being a bit short of cash, it wasn't like they had to go back there again after. 

Suzy gave Holly the number for the Manager of the pub, telling her to ring him and find out when she could start. The man was delighted to give her the chance, saying that she could come doen at any time. He asked her to descirbe herself, and was happy that she would be fine. 

"Shall we go on Saturday night?" Holly asked Neil. "If I think about this too long, I'm going to find a reason to back out."

"Yeah, why not." He replied. "Let's do it."

Holly had a spring in her step for the rest of the week, she could think of nothing else. She had major butterflies, a mixture of nerves and excitement. Neil bought her a present home from work on the Friday. He had been into a sex shop and bought her a lovely new underwear set, that would barely cover her, and a new vibrator. She felt a sudden pang of nerves as she saw it, the realisation that she was supposed to use this on herself in front of a pub full of men really hitting her now. 

"You don't have to do this." Neil said to her, realising that she was feeling nervous now. "It's not too late to back out."

"No." She said. "I want to, I'm going to."

Neil gave her a reassuring kiss, feeling really glad that she was going to go through with it. He was looking forward to it as much as she was. 

On the night, they decided that Holly would go to the pub at 7pm as arranged, Neil would arrive about 8pm, when the pub was more full and blend in with the crowd. She was due to start about 8pm, he wanted to make sure he didn't miss her so sat having a pint in a pub a few doors down. 

Holly strode confidently into the pub and introduced herself to the barman.

"Mike." He called out to the back. "The new girl is here."

Mike came out and shook her hand, inviting her round behind the bar and into the room at the back. 

"So you're Holly then?" He said, giving her a once over. "I'm glad you came, we're a couple of girls down tonight, and I think you'll be a hit down here."

Holly smiled and agreed nervously.

"You can get changed in here." He told her. "The pub takes £50 of your takings as a fee, then the rest is yours. You'll probably make that in a couple of dances, the rest is yours after that."

Holly acknowledged him and started to get ready. She felt strangely exposed, sitting nearly naked in the back room of a seedy pub, seriously thinking about whether she should have done this. She really couldn't back out now though, the girls were starting to come in, saying hello and quickly getting into their skimpy outfits. 

The first couple of girls went out and did their thing, coming back with their underwear in their hands and their pint glasses full of change. It was Holly's turn now, she took a deep breath, grabbed her glass and went for it. 

The pub was about 3 quarters full when she went out, their were about 30 men all standing around, drinking and chatting. She made her way around, smiling at them confidently, holding out her glass for their pound coins. They would all look her up and down, making no effort to hide their wandering eyes. She eventually got round to her husband who was sitting by the bar, giving him the same treatment. Neil smiled at her and dropped his coin itno the jar.

Holly then made her way up to the stage and gave the nod to the DJ to put her music on. As the music started she took the centre of the stage and started to move. She could see the crowd starting to gather around the stage to get a better view, this is what she had fantasized about, this was it. 

Holly kept up her confident look and unclipped her bra. She turned away from the crowd, teasing them as she let it drop to the floor, before turning and showing her pert 38D tits to the crowd. She could feel the excitement now, the pure buzz of having all of these men only looking at her. Holly then turned away from the crowd again and hooked her thumbs into the side of her knickers, she knew what was expected, and that she didn't have much time, quickly pulling them down, bending down as she did, exposing her arse and pussy as she did. She was now totally naked, and seriously aroused. 

Neil was loving his wife's show, his erection almost painful pressing against his jeans. Holly danced for the rest of the song, spreading her legs, showing her freshly trimmed pussy to the men crowded around her. She could feel herself getting wet by the end of the dance, and was hoping that nobody had noticed. Once the music had stopped, Holly picked up her knickers and bra and walked naked through the pub to the back room. She couldn't resist giving Neil a little wink as she passed him, noticing the bulge in his pants. 

For the next couple of hours the routine was much the same. Holly had done 3 dances now and loved every minute. The pub was now packed, and for the last dance, the girls started getting their toys out. When it came to Holly's turn, she took a tip from one of the other girls and went onto stage already naked. She laid back on the carpeted stage, spread her legs, and inserted the vibrator into herself. She was so close to orgasm is was unreal, but she tried to make it seem like she was taking it in her stride. She did this for about a minute before deciding to do the walk around the pub and get close to the men. 

She picked out a young looking man and danced close for him, feeling his arse as she did. The man looked nervous, so Holly took the lead as she had seen the others do and placed his hand on her tits. Neil could see this, his arousal was now at fever pitch, the sight of his wife being touched like this was almost enought to make him explode. Within a few seconds, the men were now crowding around Holly, all trying to cop a feel of her. She could feel hands on her bum, on her tits, on her legs. She even felt a hand brushing against her pussy, quickly touching her wetness as he did. Holly felt like she was going to pass out, but managed to carry on. 

She then took the young man's right hand and moved it down her body, placing it between her legs. The man started to rub her wet pussy, slowly masturbating her while she gyrated. Holly was now truly lost in the moment, she could feel a man parting her bum cheeks, brushing fingers against her anus, it was deliciously dirty. Whether she did it consiously or not, Holly realised that she was rubbing the man's cock through his trousers. She was so far gone now, she didn't really care what she did next. Neil was now close so he could get a better look and was clearly enjoying his wife's wanton show. 




Truth or Dare



Holly then made a snap decision and unzipped the young man's trousers. She fumbled with his boxer shorts, eventually getting his rock hard cock out of them and sticking through his fly. She started to wank him, always keeping eye contact, looking into this strangers eyes as she pulled him. 

"I'm going to come." The man blurted out. 

"Do it on her tits." She heard a voice call. Holly smiled and crouched down in front of him, cupping her tits for him. It had been Neil's voice she had heard, and she knew it. 

The man then grunted and aimed his cock at her, his seed spurted out, bolt after bolt of the hot juice landing on her tits, covering them in his spunk. Some of it had gone over her neck and chin also, this young lad had needed this. 

Holly quickly turned away and went back to the changing room. The men cheered for her as she went, so she gave them one last shake of her spunk covered tits as she went. 

The night was over, Holly collected her cash, got dressed and left the pub, feeling unbelievably turned on. As she headed down Bishopsgate to the other pub she had arranged to meet Neil, she heard a voice in the shadow's of an alleyway. Her husband stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and lead her down the alley. This was going to be the perfect end to her fantasy night.



Truth Or Dare



It was the first big family get-together for a few years. Somehow the rooms had been booked wrongly. Emily, my auburn-haired cousin, and I were left with one double room between us. I was dubious, but my reserved and staid cousin talked me into it. "After all," She said, "It isn't as if we've never slept in the same room before." She was right, but that had been a long time ago, and we'd both changed since then. 

Emily is about 14 months younger than me. We had grown up together, only a few miles between our homes, visited each other, gone on holidays together. As we reached our teens though we had grown apart. She had become very prim and proper, while I'd continued to be a scruffy sod. For the past few years we had hardly talked except when we met by accident. We were now 25 and 24 respectively, and Em had filled out. As a teenager she had been a bit gawky, but now...

The party was winding down as we found our way back to our room. We took turns to enter the bathroom to get ready for bed. This was what was worrying me a little. I wasn't sure how I'd react to sleeping in the same bed as such a beauty, even if it was my cousin. We both found that we had had too much to drink to get to sleep so, foolishly, we played our old game of 'Truth or Dare'. After a few innocent questions, and a few more drinks, we slipped into previously forbidden territory.

"Have you ever had a blowjob?" Emily suddenly asked. 

My face reddened, but she wasn't beating me that easily.

"Truth. No, not what I'd call a BJ." I smirked as I thought up my next question. "Have you ever given a blowjob?" 

She looked away.

"Dare." She said. 

I was surprised that she wouldn't answer a question I'd already answered, and then caught the glint in her eye; she wanted to up the ante! 

"Take off the Nightie."

"John!!"

"Take it off or lose Em."

"I'm not losing to you now, after all these years." She pulled the Nightdress over her head, shaking her hair free, revealing that although she wore no bra, she still had her panties on, nice pink and black lace ones. I was staring at her body as she asked her next question. "What are you thinking about now?" 

Oh hell, I can't answer that. I can't tell her I'm looking at her tits and wondering what it would be like to caress them, suck them, and tease them.

"Dare." I said, almost knowing what it would be.

"Fairs fair, out of the jammies John." I shrugged off the jacket. "And the bottoms." I sighed and slipped them off. "Johnathon, you're not wearing any pants!"

"I usually don't have anything at all on." I took another slug of JD. "My turn now." An evil thought struck me, fairs fair it would be. "What are you thinking of now?" That should be a winner!

"Truth. I'm thinking..." She paused to surprisingly take the JD from me and swallow a mouthful. "I'm thinking 'what a nice cock'." That was two surprises in as many seconds. 

"What?" I nearly fell off the bed in shock. Prissy Emily was talking about my dick!

"You have a very nice cock. My question is: Can I touch it?"

"WHAT!!?"

"C'mon, Truth or Dare."

"All right, Truth. Yes you can." My mind was reeling, but our long standing rivalry wouldn't let her beat me. She reached out and cupped my balls with her fingers, and then clasped the stem in her hand, pulling back my foreskin to reveal the head. Involuntarily my dick hardened. "My question. Now what are you going to do?" I managed to gasp out.

"Truth. Suck on it." My eyes widened as my demure cousin leant forward and licked the head of my cock, circling it with her tongue. She leant farther forward and swallowed the complete length until my balls were against her chin, my helmet against the back of her throat. I let out a moan as she began to move up and down my knob with her mouth, teasing me with her teeth and her tongue. It was such a sweet feeling, such a forbidden pleasure, that I could feel myself about to come.

"Em, stop! I'm gonna cum!" She just kept going. I tried to pull out of her mouth but she wouldn't let me. I exploded as her teeth clenched close to the base of my cock, my spunk shooting straight down her throat.

Emily sat up, licking some stray spunk from her lips.

"My turn. Did you enjoy that?"

"Truth, yes. Did you?"

"Truth, yes. As I said, it's a very nice cock." She sat back. "Have you ever licked pussy?"

"Truth, not often. Why?"

"Truth. Because it's your turn now." She slipped off her now slightly damp knickers and spread her legs. Now lust took over. I knelt between her legs and moved my head towards the soft down of her cunt, tentatively licking at the slit. "Push your tongue in, lick my clit." She instructed. I obeyed, my sweet cousin becoming my mistress. I lapped at her sex, her legs wrapping themselves around my head, holding me there. My hands strayed up her lithe body to her tits. "Yes, pinch my tits." She breathed. Again I obliged, playing with her nipples. "Yes, yes, just a bit more, a bit more." Emily's body stiffened as she orgasmed. She relaxed again. "You should do that more often, girls like it."

"Thanks for the pointer. What is your next question?" She recovered herself, and then said.

"If I get you stiff again, will you fuck me?"

"Truth!" I laughed. "If you want me too." 

It didn't take much to get my cock ready again: A gentle wank and then the touch of her soft lips. Emily lay back and I knelt between her legs once more. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and then after a momentary qualm that we shouldn't be doing this, I slid inside her. Again her lovely legs wrapped themselves around me as I slowly fucked her. Her nails began to scratch my back, urging me on. I intended it to be a long slow fuck, but my formally staid cousin rolled us over and began to ride me! Faster and faster she went. My hands were again pawing at her tits. I was soon close to coming again.

"Question." I managed to breath. "Do you want me to come inside you?"

"Truth." She gasped out. "Come on my tits." We rolled back again and I pulled out of her tightly clenching pussy, kneeling instead over her heaving chest. A few jerks and I was spurting over her breasts. Smiling, she massaged the intermingled cum and sweat into her tits. I bent down and licked them for her. "My turn. How would you like the hat trick?"

"What do you mean?"

"All three holes in one night." 

I baulked a bit at this.

"Dare." I said. 

She laughed.

"Then I dare you to fuck me in the butt."

"Emmy!"

"Or concede."

"Never!" I looked down. "But it may take a while."

"HA!" She said and dropped her mouth to my dick once more. A minute or two of skilful ministrations had me hardening again. "Come on then, put up or shut up." Emily flipped onto all fours in front of me and began wiggling her bum.

"All right, you asked for it."

"Yes, I did. Do it." I grasped her hips and put my cock against her puckered starfish.

"You sure Em?"

"Truth, no, but do it anyway." She held the cheeks of her ass apart as I carefully eased into her smallest hole. "That feels so nice." She breathed.

"I've barely got the head in, are you sure?"

"Yes, fill me up. I want your cum in my ass!" I leaned forward and slid in farther until I was balls-deep in my cousin's butt-hole. I began to pull back and then thrust in, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, until I was slamming against the cheeks of her butt. She moaned with pleasure into the bedclothes. Her ass was beautifully tight but I'd already come twice so this was going to take a while, or so I thought. Emmy had orgasmed two or three times and I was beginning to slow. "Switch places." She said. I laid back and she lowered herself onto my slick knob, positioning it in her ass once more. I looked up into her shining face, framed by her sweat-slicked hair. She smiled as she began to bob up and down. "I've wanted to fuck you for ages."

"You have?"

"Not your question John." 

"Sorry. What is your question?" My hands were on her tits again.

"Have you wanted to fuck me?"

"Truth. Since I was old enough to want to." She leant back, riding me close to my third orgasm of the night, my hands now steadying her hips. I started to pump spunk up her ass just as she came herself. She slumped forward, her sweaty hair brushing my face and kissed me. "My turn. How was that?"

"Truth." She laughed. "It was one of the best fucks ever." She wrapped herself around me and kissed me again. "Shall we call it a draw?"

"Truth? yea." I smiled at her, kissing her cute nose. "At least till next time..."



Truth or Dare



They were at a party.

It wasn't a big party — just some friends at someone's house, but it was fun. 

She was just nearly tipsy enough to allow herself to admit she really liked the shirt he as wearing, but managed to avoid looking at him that he noticed.

It was about that time that someone suggested playing Truth or Dare.

In her earlier days, it was a game she had a lot fun with at parties. However, now all grown up, it made her a bit nervous.

Before the game started, rules were discussed. She asked that if someone got a truth question, they could opt for the dare instead. The rule was accepted. And the game started.

About ten of them sat in various spots around the room, and initial questions were rather harmless. No one had asked for a dare yet. Then they got to her.

And when she chose truth, someone asked her if she could sleep with anyone in the room, who would it be — male or female, to much laughter.

Shit.

She could feel their eyes on her. But especially his eyes on her. And there was no fucking way she'd be sticking with truth on this one. She started to blush and couldn't stop it.

"Dare, please!" she said.

More laughter. 

"Well, I guess there is AN answer, just one we won't ever know?" someone said.

"Can we move on to the dare?" she said, trying to derail the embarrassing moment. She couldn't look in his direction, but somehow, she knew he was smiling. For more reasons than anyone else in the room.

"Ok, here's your dare," someone said.

And of course, wouldn't you know it — it was to kiss him. Nothing major. But anything was bad enough.

"Come on," she said.

"That's the dare!" someone said.

She considered. It was actually a good thing this was the dare, as it was probably because people thought it was the last thing they'd be likely to want to do — no one realized the truth was she wanted to do this more than anything.

She still couldn't look at him.

"Can I get another dare?" she said.

"You're taking up half the game already! You've got your truth, you've got your dare! Now pick one," someone said, teasing her.

The blushing started again.

"Doesn't he have to agree? He didn't pick a dare?" she said.

"I agree," he said.

"Unlike some people, I play the game according to the rules," he said, laughing.

She gave up. Now she had to do it because backing out would make things super obvious.

"Ok, you win. Crap, I was much better at this game when I was 17," she said.

She was sitting on the floor and he was sitting on the couch. She quickly crawled over, her blushing likely out of control, trying not to look in his eyes.

But it was too late. She caught them. He was entirely amused at her discomfort. 

"I can't imagine this is the worst thing you've ever had to do in a Truth or Dare game?" he said.

"Shut up," she said, and kissed his mouth quickly — feeling it so soft on hers — pulling away. Trying to breathe.

"Lame!" someone yelled.

"I did it! Move on please," she said, laughing.

But of course, now that she was an easy target, the game continued in that manner.

Repeatedly, she was dared to kiss him when her turn came around.

"Why doesn't he ever get this dare?" she said, protesting.

"Because he doesn't blush insanely every time it comes up," someone said.

He laughed. 

"This time it has to be longer though," someone said.

"Not fair," she said.

"I thought you were good at this game?" someone else said.

And she was. She had kissed people, skinny dipped, stripped down to her underwear, and other things she'd probably have preferred doing right now than kissing him in front of all these people. 

"You can't stop till we say," someone said.

She looked at him now, once again smiling at her reaction. And he winked at her. She felt faint.

"Ok," she said, resigned.

"You don't have to sound that miserable about it," he said.

This time he came down to her level on the floor.

Someone made a big show of looking at his watch.

"Ok, ready? Go," he said.

She leaned in for the kiss and tried to keep her eyelids from fluttering, unsuccessfully. His mouth moved on hers, and she struggled to keep her hands in her lap, and not move one to his neck.

This time it was a real kiss, a different kiss. She tried to pull away.

"Not yet! Time's not up," someone said.

Of course there were whistles and what not, which would have embarrassed her except she lost awareness of almost all but that kiss. Only the two of them were aware of the difference in this one than before — although before made her heart race too.

His mouth moved strong on hers, teasing her lips with his, and she could feel him responding, hearts beating. 

It was when she felt their mouths almost open, knew there would be no turning back, that she pulled away.

"Cheating!" someone said.

"Ok, I'm out," she said.

"I accept the loss, with dignity," she said, getting up.

"And I need a drink after that ordeal," she said.

"Thanks a lot. I'm insulted," he said.

But she knew he knew better. In fact, he wanted to follow her as she walked out of the room, but thought it would look strange.

It worked out well. She felt she walked away with her true feelings securely intact, able to keep composure until she was out of sight in the kitchen.

Only then did she lean against the wall, eyes closed, trying to get the feel of his mouth out of her head. 

She poured herself a shot of something strong and lifted it to her mouth with a shaky hand.

A few minutes later the Truth or Dare session broke up. At that point she was ready to leave. She didn't think she could recover her coolness after that. Plus she was sure to be teased mercilessly and had already gone way over her blushing quota for the year in one night.

She headed upstairs to get her coat and was pulling through the piling when she heard him behind her.

"Hey," he said.

He was leaning against the doorway.

"Leaving already?" he said.

"You think? Thanks for coming to my aid down there. Way to have my back," she said, turning back to the coats.

He laughed.

"Come on. It was just a game," he said.

She closed her eyes.

"You know it was more than that to me," she said, not turning around.

"Was it?" he said.

She turned around with her coat.

"Truth, or dare?" she said.

"Truth," he said.

"What were you thinking during that last kiss?" she said.

He'd moved into the room, and was closer.

"What was I thinking?" he said.

"Forget it," she said, turning to leave.

"I was thinking that if that kiss lasted one minute longer, I wouldn't have been able to control myself, audience or no audience," he said.

She stopped short.

"It took everything I had to not open my mouth and find your tongue. How about you?" he said.

"You didn't ask me if I wanted truth or dare," she said, still not turning around.

"Ok. Truth or dare?" he said.

She turned around.

"Dare," she said.

He smiled.

"I dare you to kiss me. Now. With no one around," he said, stepping toward her.

"No safety net. No outside boundaries," he said.

"You think I'm scared now?" she said.

"Yes, I do," he said.

"You're wrong. But I don't think it is necessarily private..." she said, looking at the door.

"Ok," he said, glancing around.

He opened a closet door and pulled her in, shutting the door behind them.

She laughed.

"Just to confirm that we are behaving like 12 year olds at a party?" she said in the darkness.

"Dare," he said.

Oh, it is on, she thought. When all else failed, she knew she could deliver a hell of a kiss. And in his case? Oh, fuck yeah.

She looked in his eyes, shimmering in the dark. With both hands, she stroked his face, lingering at the back of his neck, teasing there. Her mouth grazed his, her lips gently teased his mouth. 

After the night they'd had, his mouth was dying to open. He was aching for her tongue. But he waited. Waited.

His fingers buried in his hair, and her mouth caught his, easing into the kiss, still teasing, teasing, soft lips opening, gently opening, so slow, so hot, so soft, until he felt her tongue reaching for his.

Their mouths opened, so slowly, tongues meeting, teasing. Her hands left his hair and her arms wrapped around his neck, her back bending, pulling him deeper, deeper. He turned her body to him, and their kiss just went there. It went there.

His back pushed against the wall, both of them unable to breathe, that kiss that they'd held back throughout the game, throughout the last several years, really, overwhelming, hot, wet, her up on her toes, him squeezing his hands on her hips, tongues twisting, hot, so hot.

"Ummmmmm," she whispered, licking, sucking, his fingers moving now, under her shirt, up and under, their kiss so deep and unbreakable, cautiously but naturally finding her nipple through her bra, working it hard and sweet. 

Her hand moving to his pants, to his dick through his pants, feeling it hard, breathing hard, his head turning to catch her mouth harder, deeper. So deep. So wet. So hot. 

"I always knew it would be like this," she whispered.

"Me too," he whispered.

Her hand stroking his hardness. Her nipple in his fingers. Her leg wrapped around his waist. 

He pushed her back, breaking the kiss.

Still in the dark of the closet, they stared at each other, catching their breath.

"Let's go," he said.

"Where?" she said.

"Anywhere. Somewhere," he said, teasing her mouth.

"Somewhere we can spend more than seven minutes in heaven," he said.

She laughed.

The end.



Truth or Dare?



My first truly erotic encounter set a high standard for all that followed. I was eighteen years old, fresh-faced and pretty, if a little naive. I was ready to experience new things and break out of high school awkwardness. This was partly the reason why I quickly made my peace with having to share a bedroom with a stranger assigned by the college. Although I had signed up for a private room, they had been oversubscribed, and on my first day of college, I found myself being sent to shared accommodation. 

My parents had allowed me to convince them to stay at home rather than accompany me on my first day at college, so when I arrived, I was alone, large suitcase and several smaller bags in tow. By the time I reached the college, it was late evening, around 7pm, because I had taken a wrong turn on the freeway and generally got lost – I guess it was my own fault for forgetting the sat-nav. 

Unlocking the door of my new bedroom, I saw that my new roommate was already inside, and I shuffled in to meet her. What grabbed my attention first was her incredible dark eyes, large, alluring and mysterious. Yet while I tried not to stare, I couldn't help but admire her physique, which was everything that mine never would be. She was taller than me, with a beautifully toned stomach, long curvy legs and voluptuous breasts. We appeared to be complete opposites, her dark hair and olive skin striking an amazing contrast with my own pale skin and blonde hair. While she had a figure that was made for modelling swimsuits, I was thin and angular, with small, firm breasts. 

"Hey there," the girl said warmly, stepping forwards to embrace me. I caught a strong whiff of expensive perfume, and gave a sudden involuntary intake of breath as her chest pressed into mine. Apparently, she noticed nothing, and pulled back, revealing a set of perfectly white, even teeth in a dazzling smile. "You must be Jessica. I'm Charlotte, your new roommate! Here, let me help you..." 

Charlotte took my bags from me, helpfully conveying them over to my side of the bedroom, dumping them on my bed. Her movements were graceful as a gymnast, and she was certainly strong, barely feeling the weight of the bags I had struggled to carry. I wheeled my suitcase across the carpeted floor and sat down on my bed among the bags. 

As I got my breath back from carrying my heavy luggage up the stairs, I watched Charlotte unpacking her own things, listening to her friendly chatter and volunteering information of my own. Her clothes were wonderful: black lace corsets, leather jackets, tight jeans and high heeled boots; a far cry from the pastel pink blouse and light denim shorts that I was wearing. I remember thinking that Charlotte was just too good to be true, like a character from a movie. 

"So, do you have any plans for this evening?" Charlotte asked as I finally finished unpacking my stuff. "I know there's a few parties going on, but don't you think it would be fun to get to know each other?" Amazed that someone like Charlotte would want to spend time with me, I nodded enthusiastically. I wanted to know as much as possible about Charlotte, she was attractive and funny, and I'd be spending the next year living with her, after all. 

"Great," Charlotte said, seeming genuinely pleased that I had agreed. "I just want to go take a shower, then we can sit around in our PJs and talk all night! There's a bottle of wine in my closet, go help yourself." As I stammered a thank you, I watched Charlotte leave the room, pulling her shirt up over her head as she reached the door to the bathroom. I got a quick glimpse of her bare back before the door clicked shut behind her, and it felt strange, knowing that there was just a thin wall separating us. One of the upsides to shared accommodation was that the rooms all came with private bathrooms. 

Trying not to think of the naked Charlotte, just meters away from me, I closed the blinds across the windows, and changed into my pajamas. I was a little embarrassed of my sleepwear, a faded old shirt from my old cheerleading squad, slightly small for me now, and a pair of patterned shorts. I was sure that Charlotte slept in something elegant like a silk kimono, and my suspicions were confirmed when Charlotte emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later, the ends of her dark curls slightly wet. Her body was barely concealed in a revealing black lace negligee, her pointed nipples slightly erect.

"Cute PJs," Charlotte winked, and took the glass of wine I had poured for her. "How about a game of truth or dare to loosen us up a bit?" She sat cross-legged on the floor, patting the expanse of carpet in front of her as an invitation to sit down. The thin material which clothed her fell between her legs, obscuring what lay between them from my curious eyes. Giggling, I sat down, mirroring her position with my own. 

"Truth or dare?" Charlotte asked me, taking a sip of wine and leaning forward. 

Biting my lip, I made my hesitant reply: "Truth."

"Okay, but I should warn you, Jess," Charlotte said teasingly. "By the end of the night, I'll know all your secrets. You can't keep anything from me." 

Taking a long drink of wine, locking my blue eyes on her dark ones, I nodded. "Bring it on."

***

By the time Charlotte and I had shared the bottle of wine between us, it was true – Charlotte knew all of my secrets, but I had barely touched on hers. While I was reluctant to choose 'Dare', and ended up revealing every single little thing about myself, Charlotte had been reluctant to tell me anything. Instead, she had been subjected to at least a dozen dares, each more embarrassing than the last, until on the last turn, she had been forced to run down the corridor naked. Well, I didn't force her, but I had already found out that Charlotte took the game seriously, and we were both a little too intoxicated to think rationally. 

Her last dare had excited me more than I expected, watching her breasts and firm butt cheeks bounce up and down as she sprinted all the way down to the boys rooms at the end, giving a room full of gaming boys an eyeful of her nakedness. Behind my hysterical laughter, I was aroused. More aroused than I could even admit to myself.

But I finally caved into doing a dare, after Charlotte pointed out that she knew everything worth knowing about me, so I had no truths left to tell. She had interrogated me about every single sexual experience in my past, which amounted to a drunken fumble at prom and a disappointing tryst with a hot senior at a party. 

"I dare you..." Charlotte said quietly, any hint of drunkenness melted away. "I dare you to make out with me." 

Shocked into soberness, there was no sound from my lips but my soft ragged breathing for a long moment. I could tell she was already regretting saying it, I noticed the quick flicker of doubt behind her eyes. Perhaps she had gone too far. Before she could retract the dare, I reached out, placing my hands either side of her face, and met her lips with my own.

We kissed gently at first, Charlotte's teeth brushing the fullness of my bottom lip as I licked into her mouth, wrapping my arms around her neck. After a moment or two, Charlotte became impatient, and therefore, more aggressive, and bit my lip erotically, pulling me onto her lap and grinding her hips up against me. It was the most exciting experience of my life so far, and I hardly knew what to do with myself. I settled for allowing her lips to guide mine, twining our tongues together, and enjoying even the slightest caress of her hands upon my body. 

I let a low, animalistic moan escape my lips as she moved her mouth to tease my sensitive neck, tangling my fingers in her hair to hold her as close as possible. I allowed myself to be parted from her for a few seconds, as she pulled my shirt up over my head, so she could touch my breasts.

Every touch on my skin drove me wild, and a soft tweak on my nipples made my back arch, pulling Charlotte back up for another kiss. Her experienced fingers worked my nipples as we kissed deeply. I was only vaguely aware that Charlotte's luscious body and my own were separate. Her attentions had set every nerve in my body alight, and I felt myself yearning to touch her, be with her. The point at which our bodies met seemed natural, and I never wanted to be parted from her. My past experiences had been with boys, but Charlotte was a woman, and she made me feel like a woman too, rather than the shy girl I had been this morning.

Charlotte's fingers alternated between sharp pinches and hard massages, and my erect nipples enjoyed both immensely. I didn't worry about the difference in size between my chest and hers, as she seemed enthusiastic enough about playing with my firm little pair, and I was way beyond thinking of anything but my own selfish pleasure. 

I tore my lips away from Charlotte's as my pleasure reached its peak, a level I had never known before, and I voiced my delight with a loud cry. The sensation went as quickly as it had come, and I was frustrated to feel the rapid movements of Charlotte's deft fingers cease. 

"Don't look so disappointed, Jessica..." Charlotte said in a low voice, thick with desire, as my breathing levelled. "It gets better than that..." With a thrill somewhere deep in my stomach, I allowed Charlotte to move me from her lap, and lay on my back on the carpet, propped up on my elbows. It was the moment I had been waiting for, I knew it.

Charlotte pulled her negligee off, discarding it on the floor with a graceful flick of her wrist. Her exposed body made me aware of a heat down in my groin, and a thick wetness between my legs. Charlotte's breasts amazed me, perfectly round, larger than any I'd seen before, even on the internet porn I'd watched secretly in my bedroom at home. Her nipples were solid, and framed by huge dark circles which excited me even further. 

My eyes were then drawn irresistibly to the area between her legs. Charlotte was shaved, and the temptation to reach forward and part her lower lips, to see what was inside, was overwhelming. But somehow, I managed to stay still, and held my breath as Charlotte pulled my shorts off. 

Although I wasn't shaved, there was barely any hair there at all, just a soft blonde dusting of curls, and Charlotte seemed to like it, running her fingers through it softly. I swallowed as Charlotte pulled away, hoping that she knew what she was doing, because my arousal was becoming painful. There was a constant, hot little stab in my crotch that was steadily driving me mad. I wanted to beg for her touch there, but I knew what she had planned would be much more satisfying.

My roommate quickly ran to her bedside table, taking something large and long from the drawer. I gasped as I realized what it was: a vibrator, and not a small one. I almost purred with anticipation as Charlotte sat back down in front of my, waiting for her to enter me with the toy. What happened instead, was much more exciting.

Apparently, Charlotte was just as aroused as I was, because when she spread her legs, her privates were dripping with her hot juices. They glistened pink and tempting in the soft lighting, and I wanted to reach out and touch her slit. I had looked at my own parts in a mirror, and thought they were exotically beautiful, but Charlotte's were better. Her long fingers, which had only just been caressing my breasts, pushed the moist pink folds apart, exposing a set of inner lips as perfect as two pink rose petals. The hard little nub at the top was pinkest of all, and pulsed slightly with arousal.

Setting the sex toy to a soft vibration, Charlotte inserted it into herself, moaning as the smooth plastic stretched her wide. I could tell that she was much too horny to prolong the affair, and my eyes became fixed to the rhythmic pumping of the vibrator in and out of her wetness. A long, lithe finger reached down to caress her clit, and Charlotte bucked under her own touch. 

By this time, I was whining with suppressed sexual tension, and felt my breasts heaving with my deep breaths. Charlotte's breasts were moving at the same pace as her masturbation, bouncing up on her chest as she pushed the toy deep within herself. She was obviously well practiced in self-pleasure, and I shuddered as I imagined what she would do to me next. 

Charlotte's enthralling eyes had slid shut, and she concentrated on nothing but the pleasure which I could tell was growing inside her. Her facial muscles had relaxed, and she was beautiful like this. Wanton, free and liberated. Before long, her climax came upon her, and she collapsed, panting on the floor. Her guttural moans had sent me wild, and the expression of sheer ecstasy which crossed her features sent me further. 

I crawled forward, and eased the sex toy out from her hole, which was tensing and relaxing as her pleasure ebbed away, her fingers now still. Charlotte looked up blearily as I removed the source of her orgasm, and her lips curved into a smile. Curious, I lifted the toy up to my face, having turned off the vibrating motion. As I waited for Charlotte to get her breath back, I tried to distract myself from my own neglected sex, and began licking Charlotte's juices from the vibrator. 

It was divine. Charlotte's sticky cum tasted sweeter than the boy's cum I had tasted at prom. It was a sultry taste, slightly bitter, but I could have sucked on that vibrator for hours. I was already addicted.

An insistent hand between my breasts stopped me, and I let Charlotte tug the toy from my hands. Slowly, I lay back on the floor, and closed my eyes to concentrate fully on the pleasure Charlotte was sure to inflict upon my hungry body. Her hands, still a little wet from her own pleasure, roved up the insides of my thighs, pushing my legs as far apart as they could go. 

My position now was one of complete powerlessness. I had surrendered myself into Charlotte's possession. My feet were planted flat on the carpet, my legs opened wide, with Charlotte between. My privates yearned for her, pulsing and dripping with warm juices. 

"It's your turn now..." Charlotte said in a dusky whisper, tracing her fingers lightly over my outer lips, which were soft with downy hair. Agonisingly slowly, Charlotte stroked every inch of my inner thighs, up and down my slit, around and around the hot flesh of my sex, but neglecting one crucial area. The clitoris. She drove me even closer to the brink of insanity, and I writhed as one possessed, yearning for her to rub me there, and finish me quickly. 

Finally, she consented to my breathless pleas for release, and touched my clit briefly, pinching it between thumb and forefinger. Immediately, my hips bucked up, and I gave a suppressed little cry as she took her fingers away. She again commenced the thorough examination of my pussy, massaging the area with alternately hard and gentle circling fingers. I had begun to become bored and frustrated with her slow pace, until I felt the vibrator pushed into my slit. I moaned again, feeling the girth of the toy stretch me wide. The sensational was both enjoyable and painful, but the latter only increased the former. 

Charlotte, aware of my eagerness, set it straight up to the highest level of vibration, which made my body shake with lust. As the tip of the toy hit my g-spot, I almost screamed, my hands darting down to push it further. Charlotte's hands batted mine away, and I raised myself on my elbows again, to see what was happening. I felt my pussy twitch, and met Charlotte's eyes as she leaned down slowly. 

I knew what was coming, and tried to prepare, but the feeling of her tongue on my clit was overwhelming. Stars popped in my vision, the combination of the pressure of the vibration against my g-spot and Charlotte's hard sucks at my clit were more than I could have hoped for. 

I knew now that sex with anyone else would be disappointing forever, after the heaven to which Charlotte had sent me. My body ached as I approached climax, grinding my hips into Charlotte's face, her hair tickling my stomach and thighs. I yelped in delight as she drove a finger into my asshole, twisting it deep inside me. This third thrill brought an orgasm crashing around me, and the burning of my loins was unbearable. Charlotte did not let me pull away.

Every nerve ending in my body felt as if it were exploding, sending quake after quake through me. Charlotte's tongue continued to caress my sensitive nub, over stimulated and painful now. The vibrator inside me continued its relentless rhythm against the walls of my pussy, which had widened to accommodate it. The finger in my ass continued to twist, Charlotte's fingernail scraping slightly. 

While I voiced my pleasure loudly and clearly, I writhed again as another climax rippled through my senses. Something down below released, and I was aware of a hot gush of liquid escaping from my pussy. Charlotte pulled her head from between my legs, licking her lips and panting as much as I was. I felt the vibrator slide out from my dripping privates, and the finger from my ass. Still riding my orgasm, I groaned with every exhale, and fell back onto the carpet, weak and sated. 

As Charlotte brought her face back up to mine, I saw my own cum sparkling on her face. I felt a little embarrassed that my juices had squirted onto her face, but the satisfaction I experienced from licking it off cancelled any embarrassment. Charlotte held me in her arms, cushioning my young, girlish frame against her womanly figure. I wrapped my leg around her hip, and we lay in the afterglow of our sex for some time. My wetness was pressed against her stomach, and I knew she could feel the pulsing of the last of my cum pumping out from my slit onto her body.

I reached up to play with her hair, as she whispered soft compliments to me, her long fingers gently stroking my back. 

"You can't keep anything from me," Charlotte murmured, and her arms curled possessively around my body. "You're mine, now." 

I kissed her deeply, the tastes of our juices mingling in our mouths. Really, I thought as I prepared for another erotic coupling, that wouldn't be so bad at all.



Truth or Dare



The week has been ripe with sexual tension.  Whether morning or night, we'e exchanged knowing glances and flirtatious gropes because it's Saturday, and you've planned a game to tease and delight us.

Just this morning as we cooked breakfast in the kitchen, I made you tingle to set tonight's mood.  Cutting fruit at the counter in your robe, I glide behind you to innocently ask a question.  Slowly pressing my body into yours, I grind my hips against your ass.  I can tell it's working because your hands don't move, and your torso eases back into mine.  Casually reaching under your arms and to the front of your body, I squeeze both breasts for a moment.  As I move backward, I see your right hand move down and behind you to feel my parts below.  A soft fondle has me wanting to rip the clothes from your body.  But, it's only 9:30, and we have about twelve hours until our erotic journey begins.  

With the sun long set and wine in our glasses, there is a loose and tender energy to our night.  The kids are away at the grandparents' house, and the quiet soothes us both.  While you sit on the couch reading Lit on your iPad, I travel upstairs to our bedroom. In need of refreshment after the day, I fill the bathtub and consider the possibilities--could we start in the tub?  Would you hear the water and know what I had in mind?  I decide to build a mood around a bath for two.

I light a candle and turn out the lights, but I leave the fan running for good measure.  I gather wash cloths, a bar of soap, two towels, and our robes.  Arranged on the rug by the tub, we have everything we need for a fun soak.  Curiosity hasn't drawn you up yet, but I know you will be here soon, so I discard my clothes and slide into the bath.  Easing my body, part by part into the hot water, I finally settle on the far end as the water reaches the middle of my stomach.  With a warm and wet environment, I can see my manhood stirring to life, slightly swollen and eager for your perfect touch. I close my eyes and remember last weekend's adventure, and the images bring a smile to my face--the back seat, walking from the car, kneeling and receiving oral pleasure, my tongue and hands satisfying all of your needs.  I recall entering you from behind, and my body starts to feel electric.  One final flash brings me fully erect as I think of the total body orgasm I had.  

Opening my eyes, I see my full seven inches extend from the water, and I hear the door creaking open.  Too turned on to be shy, I don't hide myself when you walk into the room.

"Did you start without me?" you ask pointedly with your hands on your hips.

"No, just thinking about last week," I say with a smile.
You head to the toilet and return in a moment to stand next to the tub.  

"Good to see you're ready," you declare as you pull your shirt over your head to reveal a red bra.  Your jeans come off one moment later, and I see the matching red panties. I can't be quite sure, but it looks like a wet spot is in the middle, and I'm curious if your reading has brought forth the reaction.  Undoing your bra and tossing it to the ground, your breasts hang lusciously, only a few feet away.  Using your thumbs on the sides, you ease your sexy red bikini panties down your legs, and with your right leg, you give them a flick toward the dirty clothes basket.  Not quite making it inside, you stroll over and bend to pick them up.  My mind captures your movements in slow motion so I can savor them.  Your lean gives me a small peak at your prize--tucked neatly under the shadow of your ass, I love to see your soft pink lips and imagine my hardness separating them.

Four quick steps, and you're back at the tub, stepping your left foot in, then your right.  As you squat to lower your body into the water, I slide back to give you more room.  Now we're both in the bath, facing each other from a slight recline.  My legs are open, your are between, and I catch you staring at the stiff object protruding from my groin.

"So what do you have planned tonight," I ask in an effort to see where we're headed.

You finally glance up.  "Truth or dare.  I read about it in a magazine and thought it would be fun."  Then your eyes dart downward again.

"Ok, how do we play?" I am nervous but excited about the idea.  What will I ask her?  What does she want me to do?  Are there new boundaries we will cross tonight?

"I get to start.  Truth or Dare?" you ask, and our adventure is almost beginning.

"Wait.  Are there rules or something?"  I want to be sure I don't cross a line or ask the wrong thing.

"The 'truth' questions are open to anything.  The dares have to be reasonable.  And safe.  Nothing weird or creepy," you laugh a bit as you say it.

"Ok. Now what?"

"Truth or dare," you posit playfully.

"Truth," I safely and confidently select.

"Um...what was your favorite part of last weekend?"  A fair question, and one that doesn't dig too deeply from the start.

"I don't know.  It's hard to choose one thing," I'm stalling a bit to search for an answer that I think you will like.  The anxiety and adrenalin coursing through my body have brought my parts to a flaccid state, not the impressive red rocket it was before.  When you notice what's happened, your feet inch closer to my body.  My pulse races as I anticipate the touch of your toes, but they slide past my sex and up my stomach to my chest.  A few gentle circles from your warm, pink toes has me erect again in a flash.  You pause your movements and look at me directly, waiting for my answer.

"I had a great orgasm.  All the things you did to me made my whole body shake.  I had fun doing stuff to you too, but if I had to pick one thing, it would be the way you touched me at the end."  

You smile, content with my answer, and your feet start to play again.  I enjoy the moment, but then realize what I need to do next.

"Truth or dare."

"............"  I can tell you're thinking, trying to decide if you want to take the plunge.  "Dare," you finally declare.

"I dare you to touch yourself while I watch."

"Really?"  I'm not sure if you're disappointed or shy about the request.

"Yes, really.  I love to watch you play with your own body.  Start at your chest and then move between your legs."

Surprisingly, you oblige, and quickly.  Closing your eyes to concentrate, you bring your hands to your breasts and grasp each nipple. A slight pinch and then rolling them between your thumb and finger show me that you're getting hotter by the second.  It doesn't take long for your desire to spread lower, and your right hand is the first to explore.  A light caress with your middle finger along the slit and then a lingering circular motion at your clit make your breath grow heavier.  I then see your finger between the lips seeking the opening near the bottom.  One finger slips in, and you open your eyes--passion-filled and glassy, they lock on me to share you intimate moment.  In and out, from the bottom to the top, you stroke and rub, bringing pleasure to us both.  You drape your right leg over the edge of the tub, and your left moves to the windowsill.  Your mouth open almost panting, you then plunge two fingers inside and stretch your tight hole.  Two, three, four thrusts, then you withdraw to circle your clit again.  Excited and unaware, I've been stroking myself as well, sharing the moments of self-pleasure.

Slowing to a light touch, you seem to have fulfilled the request and want to move on.  "Truth or dare," she offer while your face reddens with each minute longer in the bath.

"Truth," I say, unwilling to take the plunge.

"Ok, but you're going to have to play next time around, or it's over."

"Are you making up the rules as we go?"

"Yes!  It's my game!" you laugh. "You picked truth, so.......um........what's a position you want to do tonight?"

"I don't know.......I guess......you on top?"

"That's all?"

"You on top, but facing away from me," I say to provide a better picture.

"Why do you like that?" you ask quizzically since it's not a part of the standard positions we use.

"I have better control with you on top, and it will give me a good show to watch things."

"Tell me more.  What are you excited about seeing?  What about it will turn you on?"  you say in a push to get me to reveal more.

"You will be leaning over, which means I will get to see everything from behind.  I love to watch me slide in and out of you, your pussy so wet and juicy.  And I can touch your ass if you want.  You will be able to touch yourself too, which will help you have fun.  I think we will both like it."

"Mmhhmmm," you moan in agreement, and I see your hand at work again.  It's clear you enjoyed the sexy talk, and now my turn has arrived.  "Truth or dare."

"Dare," you are losing all inhibitions and have a glimmer of adventure in your eye.

"I dare you to give me a blowjob."

You roll your eyes, sit up, and scoot forward.  "This isn't very original, but I'll play along."  I guess you were hoping for something more dynamic, which means I need to start thinking about more elaborate dares.  Meanwhile, your hand wraps around my shaft, and you begin stroking to bring about my full erection.  In a matter of seconds I'm standing tall, protruding from the water, the veins throbbing and the head turing reddish and purple.  You lick your lips and descend upon my member without hesitation.  Rather than start with gentle kisses or a teasing tongue, you've started to suck vigorously, your mouth covering the tip and first few inches.  After a moment or two, you pause to keep me inside your mouth, and I can feel your tongue rolling around, its soft and slippery underside sending shivers through my body. You inhale me once more, this time taking more of me into your mouth until I feel the tip of my cock reach the limit of your mouth.  And then you take me deeper.  For a few seconds I feel you swallowing me whole, the full length of my sex in your mouth and down your throat. The tight, wet sensation is amazing, and if you don't release me, I might send something more down your throat.  You finally withdraw and breathe deeply after your hard work.  Coming up for air, you lean toward me and kiss me gently, just open lips to start, until I bring my tongue to your mouth to share a lasting, passionate kiss.  Satisfied, and perhaps a little tired, you recline again in the tub, and offer the nexts round of options.

"Truth or dare?"

I guess it's my turn to be bold.  "Dare."

A smile grows on your face, and I'm dying to know what you have planned.  Leaning back, you open your legs, hoisting each on the sides of the tub.  "I dare you to play with my body.  Touch me and turn me on."

I'm a little relieved because it seems like a regular request, and I waste no time setting my hands in motion. My left hand roams up and down your slit, hovering for a moment on the bump that needs more attention.  Despite being under water, I can still feel your special, slippery juices as a finger on my right hand searches for the deeper prize.  Finally at the door, I slowly insert one finger while my other hand continues to rub gently above.  You slide you bottom forward, giving more access to your body, and your hands clasp your breasts.  With three of your spots fully stimulated, I keep the pleasure steady with circular motions and a rhythmic fingering. 

"Oh.....oh.....oh....ohhhhhhh," I hear you moan, and I know your passion is growing.  Not sure if you're interested, I slide a finger down below and begin lightly touching the soft flesh of your bottom.  Your eyes part just a bit, and I think I see you nod your head, so I start rubbing purposefully around the tight muscle until I feel it relax, and then the tip of my finger peeks inside.

"OHHH," you gasp as my hands continue to work.  I remember that this is supposed to be foreplay, so I slow down the pace and start to remove one hand at a time.  You relax a bit, though your chest and face show the pink glow of success.

"Truth or dare?" and I wonder what could happen next.

"The truth is, we need a break.  Can we wash and get out of the tub?"

"Ok," I say, more than willing to move to the bed for the next adventure.  We both sit up, and you grab the soap from behind you.  A quick lather, and you are cleansing your body--your arms and shoulders, then your breasts, which you circle many times with your foamy hands to my delight.  Down your stomach and to parts below, I can hear the swish and squish of your work.  You reach behind and under to clean one more special spot, and then begin rinsing off.  I'm quick to follow, although I pause for a few extra strokes when cleaning myself.  You pull the plug and the water drains, so we stand to get towels and robes.  Seeing your body and sensing your passion, I lean down to kiss you, a simple kiss with just enough tongue to say I love you and I want you.

Out of the tub, drying off, and quickly under the covers where you struggle to shake the chills.  I move in next to you and huddle to create more warmth.  We kiss again, this time a deep, long kiss that doesn't break or pause.  Our tongues dance together for hours, it seems, until we cease and come up for air.

"So it's your truth or dare still."

"Oh, right.  Ummmmm..." you are thinking, considering the options, deciding what pleasure path we will take.  Our bodies are warm, yours feels soft against my skin.  Savoring the moment, I see you pull away from me and turn over to face the other way.  You inch back towards me, so we are spooning, and you reach to pull my arm around you.  "My dare is spooning foreplay."

"How much?  Or what do I...?"  I'm unsure what exactly you expect me to do, although the sensation of your soft bottom pressed against my loins has me filled with lustful joy.

"You know what to do.  I love it when you touch me like this."  Hearing you say it sends a jolt through me, and I withdraw my hand from your grasp to caress your back.  Up and down I rub and lightly scratch, trying to relax you.  I ease down to your hip and feel your goosebumps rise, which gives me a smile.  Still taking it slow, not inching toward a more sensitive part, I focus on your back, your side, and the top of your behind.  I think your frustration must be growing because you slide your arm forward to give me access to your breasts.  Tracing the tips of my fingers over your side to your stomach, I can feel you breathing deeply in anticipation.  Moving in circles, I inch up your chest to reach your left breast.  With a feathery touch, I gracefully drag my fingers across it, barely touching a firm nipple as I pass.  

Back down your stomach to your belly button, I still rub in circles to bring the pleasure higher.  Your body rolls back toward me a bit, which gives me full access to your chest.  I respond quickly, sending my hand to greet them with the a gentle but firm squeeze--first the left, carefully kneading your flesh from the sides, and then the right with the palm of my hand covering the nipple and rubbing all around.

I'm so turned on and want to give you more, so I start rubbing my body against yours, noticeably moving my erection to the soft space of your ass cheeks.  Still playing with your chest, I slide the throbbing member up and down, and I can feel you pressing your ass against me.  The heat is building, and you ache to be touched  Sliding a leg up and bending your knee finally opens the door, and my hand moves directly below to your warm and amply wet pussy.  Separating the lips, getting my hand lubricated, then I start to circle your clit.

"ohhhhh...." you moan and turn your head to kiss me.  Your hips move slightly to force my fingers deeper inside you.  Breaking from our kiss, you turn away and your hand reaches back to find my hardness.  Only a stroke or two before you angle it down a bit, below your ass, to the opening that wants to be filled.  

Pulling my hand back from your sex, I concentrate on the work at hand as you grind yourself against my shaft.  Using your fingers to press it firmly against the surface of your pussy, your body slides against the thick veined cock. At any moment I could plunge deep inside you, as I have so many times, but then I remember the game.  

I pull away, roll on my back, and exhale as I say, "you did say foreplay, right?". You roll over to face me, a red flame in your cheeks, and you smile.  "I guess so.  But that means it's my turn, right?"

"Right," I say, more than curious about your plans.  

"Then Truth, or dare," you add.

I could answer truth to give us a little break, but I'm too horny and ready for more fun.

"Dare."

"I dare you to try the position you mentioned in the tub.". With that you climb on top and lean down to kiss me.  My hands grasp your breasts, and yours check to see if I'm still hard.  Finding it firm and willing, you swing a leg over and begin to position yourself facing away from me.  You straddle my waist, and inch a bit lower to make sure our bodies meet in the right place.  Then you raise up and lean forward, giving me a full view of your gorgeous pussy and ass.  I grab my cock and send it to meet the wet lips that yearn for penetration.  You start to arch up and sit down on top of me, sliding my hardness gently inside you.

"Oh, fuck......ohhhhh," I moan as you start to move up and down on me.  I have the sexiest view of the act--a primal, lustful scene of cock and cunt, like my own private movie--and it drives me wild.  I survey the rest of the area to notice the sides of your breasts bouncing with each thrust and your right hand seems to be down below, working to keep your clit engaged in the stimulation.  

"Uh...oh...Oh...OH," with each movement you let out a bit more noise to demonstrate your pleasure.  You are pushing down harder, sending me deeper into your cavern.  I see your white cum rolling down my dick, and I rub my thumb across to get it wet.  My next move parts your ass cheeks to expose your glory hole.  I go to work right away, rubbing firmly and then pushing inside.  It's more than you can take as you exclaim, "Oh...feels so good...keep fucking me....oh god!"

In a matter of seconds I feel your insides clench, and one more deep thrust is all it takes.  Pushing down hard to take all of me inside you, I'm buried deeply, the head of my cock grazing your cervix.  A few wiggles back and forth, and your hand in a blur between your legs, I know you are ready to explode.    A moment later, your body starts to shake, as you exclaim, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"  

The gush of your climax has soaked my groin, and it cools my body just a bit.  Keeping me inside, you slump forward onto your hands, then elbows, finally pulling off of me to lie on your stomach, still panting to catch your breath.  A shiny hard, red cock stands ready for more attention, but not quite yet.  A few deep breaths starts to relax it a bit, yet my balls are aching for release.  

Your legs still extend over my body, toward my chest, and I take time to rub and massage them.  A gentle caress of your toes brings you back to life as you turn your head to look at me--your hair tussled, your face flush and sweaty, your eyes glossy, and your mouth dry. A sweet smile shows me your unspoken love.  You are the sexiest woman In the world right now, and my passion for you is endless.  You inch your right foot backward, gliding those succulent toes right to my mouth.  I give them a gentle kiss, sliding my lips down and around them.  Unable to control myself, I finally take them all in my mouth, sucking greedily, rolling my tongue between each one.  Wracked with pleasure, I glance to see your face again--mouth agape, eyes open, looking turned on again.  Feeling a little awkward, I finish my feast of your feet, and I slide my body back a bit.  

"Now what?" You ask innocently, but with a hint in your eyes.




Truth or Dare



"Is the game over?  Did you win?"

"I think we should both win," you offer as you raise your body and crawl back to snuggle next to me.  Pressing your body against mine, you straddle my right side, and I can feel your wetness against my thigh.  Your hand starts to rub circles on my chest and stomach, each movement sending shivers through my body.

Unsure what to do, I continue to play along.  "Truth or dare?"

"Um......dare," you say, giving me the chance to go anywhere with this next act.  My mind races with ideas, but I'm paralyzed with indecision. "What am I allowed to ask you to do?  Is anything off limits?"

"I want to make you cum in whatever way makes you happy," you say casually.  I close my eyes to think while your hand alternates between my chest and a few light strokes of my semi-hard manhood.  The silence seems to bother you, so you decide to propose some things.

"Do you want to cum inside me?" You ask innocently, but aware of the impact as you see my penis twitch with excitement.  "Would you like to fuck my soft, wet pussy?"  Again, it jumps when I hear your words, and the rest of my body starts to squirm with excitement.  "How about you slide it between my tits until you shoot a big mess all over them?  Or maybe you want to fuck my tight little ass?"

With that, I can't take anymore and begin masturbating while you play with my chest.  Your words conjure the images and continue to turn me on.  Hearing you say these things pushes the excitement to another level.

"Please suck me," I nearly beg of you, and it's a matter of seconds before you oblige.  A passing peck of a kiss on my stomach, and you're mouth meets my manhood.  A little tongue work to get started has the purple head ripe for more, so you softly suck for a moment or two before coming up for air.

"Let me do something more. I've given you a lot of blow jobs, and I want tonight to be different.  Please tell me what you want."  Between the sensations you're giving me now and the images of sexual possibility that run through my mind, I hardly think any act will last longer than ten seconds before I erupt into an explosive orgasm.  Drowning in pleasure, I can't even speak, so you slide you body back up and climb on top of me.  Grinding your pussy against my full erection, I can feel the head part your lips and slide across your clit.  And it seems like I'm not the only one enjoying this.  Your eyes closed and biting your lip, I think you are headed for another orgasm, which is very rare because you're often too sensitive after one.  Seemingly prepared for entry, you finally angle your body to allow me in.  

Those first three seconds of penetration are truly magical, and we both tense up with the pleasure.  Pausing for a moment, neither of us move, savoring the ecstasy, until you lean down to kiss me again--a deep, long kiss that ultimately yields a squeeze of your pussy around my dick.  Breaking from the kiss, you ask, "Is this what you want?  I'll do anything for you tonight.  I want you to cum in me.  Please, honey.  Cum for me."

And with the words you start to move up and down on my shaft.  Our eyes locked together, I use send both hands to your breasts, grasping the nipples to send you closer to your own orgasm.  Each thrust yields a moan of some kind, each a little louder and more intense.  I can still feel you grasping me tightly inside, and I want to go deeper.  I put my arms behind your back and start to roll you over to get into missionary position, and you respond knowingly to the gesture.  Now on top, it is me thrusting into you, watching the force move your body and shake your breasts.  

"OH..OH...OH...OH...OH FUCK...YES...FUCK ME!" you exclaim unabashedly.  I pull your legs back, sending your knees toward your shoulders, and placing my arms under them to keep us in place.  This lets me drive farther into you.  With one push, I remain in you to savor the depth of your pussy, and you say, "Your cock feels so fucking good in me...so hard and deep in me...fuck...fuck me more, honey."  This quickens the pace, and I am racing us both toward orgasm.

"Are you close?" I ask, knowing that I'm already there.

"Oh...OH...OH...YES...touch my clit...make me cum...OH!"

I oblige by moving my right hand over from your leg, and when my thumb grazes your huge, swollen nub, you scream, "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!"  Knowing you've started to cum, I pull back for one more giant thrust.

"Ah...ah...ahhhhhhhhhhhh," I launch into a series of contractions that send my body into uncontrollable shakes.  With each spasm of cum splashing your insides, we both grunt and moan.  Finally reaching the end of the wave, our bodies start to relax, and I ease down on top of you, completely spent.  

Lots of kissing, even out of breath and short on saliva, we kiss and kiss and kiss.  Your legs wrap around my behind, and your arms pull me in closer as well.  We are locked, intertwined, one body, forever.

Knowing this can't be comfortable for you, I roll off to the right and give you more room to breath and relax.  Odd as it may be, I'm still a bit hard, and you notice.

"I know you came.  I felt it inside me.  Why is it still hard?" you ask, almost scientifically.

"Dunno.  Sometimes when it's a really strong  or long orgasm, I stay hard for a while after," I answer.  Curious, you grab the shaft with your hand and start to stroke, but I'm still to sensitive and pull away.

"Does it feel bad for me to touch it?  I don't understand."  

"It's just weird.  Like too sensitive.  You know how you feel most of the time after your orgasm, when you don't want me to touch you for a few minutes?  I guess it's the same with me."

"But you're still hard?  I thought that meant you still want more?" you ask, puzzled and fascinated by the male anatomy.  Maybe you should have been a urologist or something because you always want to investigate my junk.  Your hand is so slippery after touching me, and you decide to ease the wetness down to my balls.  Rolling them between your palm and fingers feels so good.  

"Are they empty now?" you inquire, still wanting to know more.  I just smile.  My body is yours to play with and enjoy any time, and I love the moments when you touch and caress me after we make love.  Satisfied with your ball play, you move a finger lower, gently rubbing the soft space, inching toward my bottom.  I tense just a bit and move my legs closer together.

"No?" you ask and seem disappointed.

"No...well..yes, but just not now.  I swear I'm done, even though it may not look like it."  I think you understand and withdraw your hands, move closer to me and indulge in another long kiss.  

With that, you roll off the bed and walk to the bathroom.  I hear the shower start and see you perfect naked body stroll to the toilet.  I sit up and start taking inventory of things--pillows, towels, and blankets shoved aside, the bottom sheet with a distinct wet spot so that needs changing.  I pull the bottom sheet off and get another from the closet.  After the bed is remade, I join you in the shower, and we embrace for a full minute or two.  The warm water rushing over us and our bodies pressed together, I run my hands up and down  your back, then give your cheeks a little squeeze.  You wiggle, pull back, and kiss me again.

Pajamas on, nestled comfortably in bed, you dim the lights dim so you can read a bit more before bed.  I feel compelled to talk about our night, and offer, "That was a pretty fun night, huh?"

"I know.  Love you so much."  Another brief kiss.

Silence for a moment, and I break it one more time.  "Can you imagine what that looked like?  I mean, a normal person probably would have thought it was crazy to watch, don't you think?"

"I guess so...well, yeah.  We did a lot of stuff.  I think the only way to tell what it looked like would be to film it."  You don't even look at me, but I can tell you've propositioned with purpose.  "I can see if mom can watch the kids next weekend too, if you want?"  I think next Saturday is going to be another good one.



Truth or Dare



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No connection to actual persons or events is intended or implied. All characters are 18 years of age or older. Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. Always wear your seatbelt. Actual mileage my vary. 

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"So, whatcha doin', big brother?" Becky asked as she barged uninvited into the room.

Fortunately, John was ready for just such an emergency. He pulled a nearby pillow onto his lap, covering his exposed penis. "Don't you know how to knock?" he growled. "And will you please stop calling me that?" The "big brother" title was sort of a joke in the family. Becky and John were twins, and John was indeed the older of the pair - by a whole nine minutes. Around the age of five, Becky had started calling her marginally older sibling "big brother". She still did it on occasion, like now, though now it was just because she knew how much he hated it.

"Sure I know how to knock," she laughed. "But I only knock on closed doors. Yours was open."

"It was closed. Just not all the way," he protested.

"Semantics. Latched, or it doesn't count. Anyway, whatcha doin'?"

"Playing a computer game," he said, though just now he was staring at the computer desktop. When he pulled the pillow onto his lap with one hand, he immediately minimized the window with the other. "Don't you have anything else to do on a Saturday afternoon?"

She pursed her lips. "Not really, no. Nothing on TV, don't feel like going out, so I thought I'd see what you were up to." There was the tiniest amount of hurt in her voice on being rejected. John ignored it. "I guess I could go to my room, take off all my clothes, and shove a cucumber up my pussy and maybe a banana up my ass," she said, just to see what sort of reaction she would get.

He literally did a double take, looking at her smirking at him. "Fine, whatever," he said, giving her a dismissive wave.

She persisted. She always had responded poorly to subtlety. It wasn't that she couldn't pick up on it; it was that she was persistent about getting her way, and short of a giant, flashing neon sign with "NO" in twenty-foot letters, she refused to take the hint, so to speak. "So what sort of computer game do you play with your pants off and your hand wrapped around your dick?" she grinned.

"I wasn't playing with my dick!" he shouted in stunned outrage. He didn't bother denying that his pants were off. That was a little hard to hide.

"Oh, come off it. It's me, your little baby sister. You think I don't know you beat off in bed? I got news for you, buster: if you want to hide something like that, you'd better do your own laundry. Fine, newsflash for you: I do it, too. Almost every fucking day. I don't beat off, but you know what I mean. Remember when we moved into this apartment, a year and a half ago, not long after we turned eighteen, and there was that plain old showerhead in the bathroom? I insisted we swap it out for a handheld massaging one. Well, I'll give you a hint: it wasn't for sore muscles, I'll tell you that right now. 

"I'm not going to tell anyone. Even if I did, what are they going to do, print it in tomorrow's newspaper? 'Twenty year-old horny young man masturbates'. Talk about a slow news day, huh?" She paused and dialed her dander back a degree or two.

She gave him a chance to respond, but he said nothing. "Fine," she grumbled after a moment and moved toward the door like she was leaving. John let his guard down the slightest bit, apparently not noticing that she was still in arm's reach. Quick as a flash, her hand shot out and snatched the pillow away.

"Mmm, very nice," she purred, her eyes locked onto his crotch. His cock was a good eight inches long or more and about three-quarters hard. Semi-hard as it was, it was bigger than what she had seen in the bathroom that night.

"OUT!" he bellowed, snatching the pillow back. He covered himself and moved toward her, determined to evict her from his room by force, if necessary. Wanting to avoid a confrontation and maybe one or both of them doing something they'd later regret, she quickly backpedaled into the hallway, an instant before the door was slammed loudly in her face.

Oh, was she angry! It wasn't that he yelled at her or that he threw her out that made her mad. It was the slamming of the door. He slammed it in her face as hard as he could, missing the tip of her nose by inches. As it was, the wave of air pressure from the closing door hit her squarely in the face.

She paced back and forth like a tiger in a cage for a good five minutes, her feet threatening to wear through the cheap carpet with her heavy, angry steps. At the end of the five minutes her rage had begun to abate, though only slightly, and she decided to take a bath. That always relaxed her. Since she was so often determined to get her way in a world that frankly didn't give a rat's ass what Becky Jones liked or didn't like, she had taken a lot of baths during her lifetime. 

After gathering a towel and a couple washcloths, she drew a bath as hot as she could stand it, undressing and using the toilet as the tub filled. When she got into it, she had to ease herself in, realizing she had made it too hot. It was a problem easy enough to correct by simply adding cold water, but she was in no mood to admit she had made a mistake, not even a small one. It took a few minutes as her lower legs and feet protested they were being parboiled, but eventually she got settled in.

She ran her hands over her wet skin, from her ankles up over her calves and thighs and finally her pussy, checking for stubble. No, she decided, she was still smooth from her shower that morning. She moistened a washcloth, then lay back with it over her eyes.

After fifteen minutes or so, the now-warm water had relaxed her and cooled her temper somewhat. By twenty minutes, she was feeling sorry for herself. She hadn't meant any harm; she was just playing. What she said originally was entirely true: she just wanted to see what her brother was doing on a dull Saturday afternoon. Maybe they could go get something to eat, or watch a movie, or just go for a walk. Anything, just to have something to do. It wasn't really that she didn't want to go out; she just didn't want to go out alone. As fraternal twins, Becky and John didn't look any more alike than any other brother and sister. From a distance, one might think he was her boyfriend instead of her brother. That way she wouldn't look like the lonesome, broken-hearted girl that she was.

This was a bad weekend, dammit. If things had gone as planned, right now she would be relaxing in a hot tub on the porch of a log cabin a couple hours away, with her boyfriend, Will. Ex-boyfriend, she corrected herself. Either that or having her brains fucked out on a giant king-size bed in the same cabin. That's where she'd be if not for the trip home from college he made two weekends ago. He claimed his parents missed him and so he drove home to spend the weekend with them. 

Oh, he had gone home, all right. Only it wasn't to see Mom and Dad. It was to spend the weekend balls deep in his floozy of a girlfriend from high school, she later learned! And what a way to learn about it: when he got back, he called her. She went over to his place simply because she missed him and wanted to help him unpack. Imagine her surprise when, while helping to sort his dirty clothes, she came upon a black, lace thong that reeked of dried cum and pussy juice mingled together. "So, is this your Mom's, or did you start wearing women's lingerie?" she asked sarcastically.

The one thing to his credit was that he didn't offer up some lame ass excuse. He confessed, "throwing himself on the mercy of the court", as he put it. Damn pre-law major... Only this court - the First Circuit Court of Deep Shit, the Honorable Becky Jones, presiding - was pissed and had no mercy to offer. She didn't hit him, yell at him, or swear at him, though she felt like doing all three, and all at the same time. Instead she had simply told him an angry goodbye, turned, and walked out of his life forever.

Unfortunately, her decision was not without consequences. She had purposely selected this particular weekend for their trip: her menstrual cycle was as regular as clockwork, and she knew this weekend was the horniest she would be for the entire twenty-eight days. That was the problem. She had gotten herself off that morning with the showerhead, as she often did, then later diddled off to a second orgasm in her bed, and yet she was still horny. When she went into her brother's room, her motives were every bit as innocent as she claimed they were. It just so happened that as she came in, she caught a glimpse of his hand slowly sliding up and down his shaft. Her pussy, already unhappy about missing out on the fuckings it had been expecting and looking forward to, reacted to that. It was "a biological reaction to stimuli," as her Biology 101 professor would no doubt call it. Unhappily, the dick in question just happened to belong to her brother.

He was right, she knew: she had just barged in, unannounced. That was a flaw of hers; it always had been. If she saw something she shouldn't, well, that served her right. It wasn't John's fault she caught him doing something in the privacy of his room. Okay, maybe he should have made sure his door was completely closed, but it was nearly shut. That should have been enough of a sign to say, "Go away" or at least, "Knock before entering". And she especially shouldn't have pressed him on it as hard as she did.

The water was getting cold and her fingers and toes were beginning to wrinkle, so she tripped the drain with her foot and got out. She looked around for her towel, discovering it wasn't on the hook she had hung it on. She quickly found it, and got a huge surprise.

Though, like most college students, she and John were constantly broke, their parents had given them a sumptuous gift to take to college, "as a reminder of home": it was a set of very expensive but ultra-luxurious bath towels, along with an electric warming rack. There was nothing in the world like wrapping one's self in one of those towels, especially after it had spent a few minutes becoming toasty warm on the rack. Just now, her towel was on that rack, warming nicely. The only explanation for it being there was that John must have slipped in while she was in the bath with the curtain pulled, and put it there. She didn't realize she had fallen asleep in the tub, but she must have, and it was during that time he had done it. As she wrapped herself in the thick, warm terrycloth, she felt about two inches tall for giving him hell earlier.

She dried her body, hanging the towel back on the rack to dry, then stood staring at her nude reflection in the bathroom mirror. Damn. The towel had been a small gesture, perhaps, but it was still one of the most thoughtful, kindest things any man had ever done for her in her entire twenty years of life.

Will had given her a selection of scented body lotions for Christmas the year before, and they were lined up neatly on a nearby shelf. She selected the pink one - "Sweet Pea". John had, naturally enough, expressed his opinion of the half dozen lotions, and she knew that "Sweet Pea" was far and away his favorite. She used a generous portion on her entire body, from head to toe. Then she pulled on her bathrobe, tying it loosely around her. Just as she was getting ready to walk out of the bathroom, she had an idea. She retrieved the bottle of lotion she had just used and dropped it into the oversized pocket of her robe.

John's door was closed - and, she noted, latched this time. She stood in front of it for almost a full minute, trying to work up her courage. Like most teens and young adults, it wasn't easy for her to admit she had made a mistake and to say she was sorry. That it was her brother she had to apologize to made it twice as hard. She wasn't at all sure what she was going to do or say. She just knew she had to apologize and she hoped the words would come. She took a deep breath and tapped lightly on the door.

There was a rustle on the other side of the door and what sounded like sheets and blankets being quickly rearranged. After a few seconds, she heard John say, "Come in."

She found him in bed, on his back, with the covers pulled up to his armpits. His naked shoulders suggested that the rest of him was bare as well. The fact that he had one leg bent under the sheets, making a large tent with his knee, suggested he was concealing something else as well. Whatever the game was he had been playing, it clearly had an effect on him, she thought. As she approached the bed, he cast his eyes downward, unable to make eye contact.

"Hey, Sis," he said in a sheepish tone. "I'm sorry for slamming the door on you a little while ago. I put the towel on the rack for you as sort of a peace offering. I hope you don't mind that I came in while you were taking a bath. I knocked and called your name a couple times before I cracked the door. I could tell from your breathing that you were asleep, so I just moved the towel and left."

She shook her head as she sat, half-on and half-off the bed. She knew that as loosely as her robe was tied, it was entirely possible - even likely - that he could see at least part of her left breast, but she didn't mind. 

"No," she said softly. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. I came in here to apologize for acting like a jerk earlier. I shouldn't have barged in here, and I definitely shouldn't have given you the hard time that I did. Anything I happened to accidentally see I should have just let it go, not keep drilling at you the way I did. I'm sorry. Okay, maybe you could have handled it a little different, but you were right in kicking me out.

"I also wanted to thank you for the towel. It was a very beautiful gesture, and I appreciated it a lot. Thank you. You were right, I was wrong, and yet you made the first move in putting things right. You're definitely the bigger person." Then she grinned and added, "Big brother." This time, since it was meant as a compliment, he accepted the title with a smile.

Neither of them said anything for a long time, simply looked at each other. "Can I ask you a question?" she asked. "Before you answer, know this: any answer you give is okay, yes or no. I promise I won't be offended either way, and I won't hold it against you. You don't even have to answer at all if you don't feel like it. Okay?"

"Okay."

"When I was in the tub and you came in to put the towel on the rack for me, did you peek behind the curtain at me?"

"No," he answered at once, shaking his head.

"Not even a little peek?"

"Uh uh," he said, shaking his head again. "I'm not going to say I wasn't tempted to look. I mean, you may be my sister, but you're still hot as hell. You're a beautiful woman and you have a great body, but I wasn't going to take advantage of you being asleep by looking. All I did was go in, call your name a couple times, and when I didn't get a response I simply hung up the towel, turned on the rack, and walked out."

"Oh," she said simply, blushing slightly from the compliment. "Well, thank you for the towel and thank you for respecting my privacy. Especially after some of the things I said." She leaned forward and kissed him firmly on the cheek. As she did, she made sure he got a good whiff of her lotion, lingering long enough to let him really soak in the scent.

"Mmm, you smell nice," he smiled. "Sweet pea?"

"Uh huh," she nodded. "There's one more thing: I wanted to do a little more than simply say I'm sorry." She pulled the bottle of lotion from her pocket and showed it to him. "That warm towel was exactly what I needed when I got out of the water. I didn't realize how much I needed it, but you did, apparently. Since you did that for me, will you let me do something for you? Will you let me give you a massage?"

"Uhh, I don't know, Sis. I'm, well, I'm naked under this sheet, so, um..."

"How about just your back, then?" she persisted. "Turn over on your stomach, and I'll pull the sheet down just to your lower back. I'll massage just from there up. If you want me to keep going, I will, but if you don't feel comfortable with it, then I won't. It's just a back and shoulder massage."

That sounded okay, even welcome, to him, so he readily agreed. He rolled over, and she drew the sheet down to the top of his butt crack. Then she climbed onto the bed and straddled his lower back, careful to keep all her weight on her knees. She kept her robe on, but untied it. She had no intention of keeping it on for long. Just long enough for him to get comfortable.

She rubbed the lotion generously on her hands to warm it, then started in on his neck, working the tension from his muscles, before moving down to his shoulders. John wasn't a big man, just "lean and wiry", and she had almost forgotten what good shape he was in until she started manipulating his muscles.

"Ungh, that feels good, Sis," he groaned. "You're a magician with your hands."

"Thank you," she smiled. She had a lot of experience: during the year or so she and Will were together, she had given him a massage him a couple times a week. "Have you ever had a massage before?"

"Uh uh," he said. "First time."

"Then how do you know I'm good at this?" she giggled. "You don't have anything to compare this to!"

"True, I suppose," he allowed. "But I know what feels good, and this feels incredible."

She kneaded his deceptively powerful shoulders, working out the kinks, before working her way down his back, massaging the strong muscles on either side of his spine. She took her time, spending a full twenty minutes on his shoulders and back alone.

"There you go," she said in a quiet, singsong voice. "How do you feel?"

"Like you could pour me in a glass and soak the rest of me up with a sponge," he said dreamily.

"Good," she giggled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now the only question is, how about the rest of you? Your butt and legs, I mean?"

"Um, I'm not sure," he said. "A part of me wants to let you." Then he laughed. "A part of me wants to let you do my back and then turn over and do my front, too!"

"I don't mind," she cooed. "So, what's stopping you?"

"The fact that you're my sister," he said honestly. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I wish you weren't my sister. Wait, that came out wrong. I'm sorry; I didn't mean it the way it sounded."

"I understand," she assured him softly. "So, what if I wasn't your sister? I don't have to be, at least for a while."

"What do you mean?"

"Give me a name. Make up a name for me, and that's who I'll be. Any name you want. Make it something sexy."

"Okay, how about 'Blaze'?"

"'Blaze'?" she laughed. "Where'd that name come from?"

"Remember a month or so ago, when I went with a couple of guys to that strip club to celebrate our friend's graduation? One of the dancers used the stage name 'Blaze'. She couldn't have been more than early-twenties, tops. It wouldn't surprise me if she's in college here, just like the rest of us. Real pretty redhead. She gave me a lap dance. Forget it. I'm sorry. I'll pick something else, or you can pick a name."

"No no," she said quickly. "I like it. 'Blaze' it is, then." She climbed off the bed and stood beside it.

"Now, Mr. Jones, I only do backs and shoulders," she said formally. "We have a girl who does the rest of the body for you. Her name's Blaze. I have to go, but I'll send her right in. Just make yourself comfortable."

Her intention originally was to walk out of the room, wait a minute or two, and come straight back in, but using her new name. But as she walked out the door, she thought of something: did she still have that costume from Halloween last year? She rushed to her room, mentally crossing her fingers.




Truth or Dare



She more or less attacked her bedroom closet, opening boxes, looking in them, and tossing them aside. Not there...not there...not there... Aha! There it was! Perfect!

"It" was a fiery red wig that she had paid maybe ten dollars for and wore as part of a costume when she was still with Will. She had gone to a party as Wilma Flintstone, with Will dressed as Fred. She had very good memories of that party. Besides the wig and a costume jewelry necklace made of oversized pearls, she had worn a white dress that fit her like a sheath, and nothing else. It was the closest she had ever come to being nude in public, and the delicious naughtiness of it was one hell of a turn-on. It was such a turn-on, in fact, that when she and Will left the party, she demanded that he pull into an empty parking lot and fuck her in the car then and there, still in costume, before they had gone more than a mile.

She pulled on the wig, tucking her own hair up underneath and adjusted the hairpiece in the mirror. It looked like, well, like a ten dollar wig. It was a piece of cheap polyester that had never had anything that could remotely be considered a shape or body. But that wasn't important. What was important that it was red - more of a fluorescent orange, actually. It was the color hair a person who called herself "Blaze" would have, she decided.

She hurried back to John's room. The door was still open, just as she had left it, but she knocked anyway before entering. "Hi, I'm Blaze," she said, extending her hand as if they had never met before. Immediately his eyes went to her wig and he grinned in amusement. "I understand you want a full body massage?"

"That's right. I've never had one before. The girl who was in here before did my back and shoulders. She did a really good job, but she said back and shoulders was all she did."

"Yeah, that was Becky," she said, sounding bored. "Nice girl, but she's new. I'm the senior masseuse here, and since it's your first massage she asked me to do it personally. She said she likes you and asked me to take really good care of you. So, you ready to get started?"

"More than ready," he grinned.

Blaze/Becky slid the sheet down to the backs of his knees, stopped, and after thinking about it for a moment, simply tossed the sheet off of him altogether. He shivered for a second, for reasons that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

She straddled the backs of his thighs and kneaded his buttocks. They were hard as steel. She knew that John had a nice ass - she had only to look at him in a pair of the fairly tight-fitting jeans he liked - but she had no idea until now just how firm his ass was. When she parted his butt cheeks, he involuntarily clenched.

"Just relax," she cooed. "I'm not going to do anything to you."

She moved down the backs of his thighs, behind his knees, and his calves. With his legs slightly parted, she caught a glimpse of his balls and the tip of his semi-hard cock, pinned between him and the mattress underneath.

She rubbed a generous portion of the lotion into his legs, all the way down to just above his ankles. Knowing that John was somewhat sensitive about his feet, she stopped at his ankles. It was a shame, really, she thought. The sweet pea lotion smelled fantastic, but she knew he would insist on washing it off almost as soon as she was done. She could picture him telling her about how he could not afford to risk running into his buddies while smelling "girlish". She rolled her eyes at that mental picture. Oh, well; at least he would smell good for a little while. Just for her.

"Okay," she said, giving him a playful slap on the behind. "Your back's done. Flip over and I'll massage your front."

"Uhh, that's okay," he hesitated. "That might not be a good idea."

"What's wrong?" she laughed. "Got a hard-on you don't want me to see?"

"Becky!" he declared in exasperation.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken, Mr. Jones," she said. "Becky did your back and then she left. My name's Blaze, remember? And don't worry about what is or isn't going on down there. It's not like I haven't seen one before, you know."

"I'll make you a deal," he grinned savagely. "I'll turn over and let you do my front, but it's going to feel awkward if I'm the only one naked. Take off your robe and then I'll roll over on my back."

She pretended to think about it for a few seconds. Actually, she didn't have to think it over at all. She had been pondering how to take off her robe without being so blatantly obvious that it was her plan all along. As it turned out, the solution dropped straight into her lap.

"Well," she said uncertainly, "I suppose I can do that. Just don't tell anyone, okay? The police raided us a couple weeks ago and arrested some of our girls. We don't want anyone to get the wrong impression."

"Of course."

She slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then she turned with her back to him and bent at the waist to retrieve it, with her legs a little ways apart, aware that her labia were fully visible to him from behind. She wanted him to see how turned on she was. She straightened and slowly hung the robe on the bedpost, giving John plenty of opportunity to check out her nude body.

"Okay, your turn, Mr. Johnson."

He grinned as he rolled over on the bed. His cock sprang up and pointed at the ceiling. She looked at it in wide-eyed surprise. Her earlier estimation of eight-inches had been incorrect: he was a good nine or ten inches in length, and quite thick. It was, quite simply, the biggest cock she had ever seen live and in person. There was another surprise as well that she hadn't noticed in the half-second glimpse: the entire area was completely shaved, including his balls.

"You're, um, shaved," she stammered. Her face flushed a bright crimson, but it was from desire, not embarrassment. Her favorite dildo was an ultra-realistic one that she called "Big Steve". Supposedly cast from a real porn star's cock, it was eight inches long, and while she had never measured the thickness, it was far from skinny. John's cock, however, was bigger in both dimensions.

"So are you," he replied, tearing his eyes away from his sister's bare pussy only with great effort.

"Lots of women shave," she pointed out. "Men, not so much. Yours is the first shave job I've seen outside of porno."

"Yeah, well, my next-to-last girlfriend encouraged me to do it. She knew how to encourage me, too: she gave me blowjobs more often, and went deeper, when I was shaved versus when I wasn't."

"I can see how that would be effective," Becky said. She thought about Will. He was hairier than most, even, and would never have entertained the notion of being shaved or even trimmed. Becky had always just accepted that, because apart from male porn stars, it just wasn't something that guys did. She actually loved to suck cock, and even loved to swallow. In fact, the only thing she didn't like about giving a blowjob was the hair that invariably got in her mouth. Two feet away from her was the solution to that particular problem.

She squeezed some of the lotion into her hands and went to work on John's chest. Though she tried not to be too obvious about it, her eyes never left his cock. After about two minutes of her rubbing his chest, John stopped her.

"That feels really good," he said, "but I know a place that would feel even better if you rubbed it."

"And...and where would that be?" she stammered. "Here." She placed her hands gently in his and let them go limp. "Why don't you show me? Put my hands where they'd feel best." John took one of her hands and placed it lightly on his balls. The other he wrapped around his hard shaft.

"Ah, I see," she smiled. "Yes, I expect that does feel better than your chest."

She started rubbing his balls with the one hand and lightly stroking his cock with the other. He coached her as to exactly what he liked. She was a fast learner, and in no time at all she was stroking him exactly right. After a minute or so, a couple of drops of pre-cum appeared on the tip. She looked at them as though mesmerized, and licked her lips.

"Don't move," she said lustily. "You've got a little...something. Let me take care of it for you."

She positioned her mouth directly over John's cock, then lapped up the pre-cum with her tongue. Even after it was gone, she continued to tongue and lick the tip. John stroked her hair as she did, eventually knocking off her wig. Even though the thin illusion of her being someone else was now broken, both of them were too far gone to care. He stroked her hair for a while longer, then put his hand on the back of her head and gently but firmly pressed down. She resisted, but only for a moment.

"Tell me," she whispered throatily, speaking into his cock as if it were a microphone, as she looked at him through the tops of her brilliant green eyes. "Tell me what you want me to do for you, John. Say it."

"Suck my cock," he groaned deeply. "Suck it until I cum down your throat."

He continued to press the back of her head, but this time she relaxed her neck and allowed it. She opened her lips, enveloping the head of his cock, and kept going. As thick as he was, it nearly made her jaw ache, but she paid little attention to the discomfort, not with other parts of her body clamoring for attention.

For over a year now, Becky had slowly trained herself to deep-throat her eight-inch long dildo, taking just a slight bit more each time until she could now take nearly the whole thing without gagging. Now her practice came in handy as she relaxed her tongue and concentrated on breathing through her nose as she slowly took more and more into her throat. To her own surprise (and John's as well) she managed to take all but an inch or so before feeling the first hints of gagging. As she reversed direction, John was amazed at her efforts.

"God, I think I touched the back of your throat," he groaned.

"You did," she purred, pulling off his cock just long enough to say the two words, before taking his cock back inside.

She didn't try to deep-throat him again, but instead took maybe four inches into her mouth, wrapping one hand around the rest of his cock to stroke him, while she played with his balls with the other hand. Meanwhile, John held her head and guided her movements.

"I want to eat you," he groaned after a minute or so. "I want to eat your pussy. Get on the bed and let me 69 you."

She stopped sucking but left his cock in her mouth as she carefully rotated her body and climbed onto the bed, positioning her pussy directly atop his mouth. Only then did she resume bobbing her head up and down on his cock.

John gently parted her labia with his hands, looking at her vaginal entrance and the angry-looking pink bud of her erect clit. Not quite sure what sort of stimulation she liked best, he simply placed the tip of his tongue against her clit and pressed gently, making her squeal with delight, the sound muffled by his thick cock in her mouth.

As she continued to suck him, he traced her labia and the rim of her vagina with his tongue, occasionally pausing to flick at her clit with his tongue or suck it into his mouth, as she gave him feedback in the form of squeals and moans when he did something she especially liked. After a bit, he slid an index finger inside her pussy, which she seemed to like a great deal. He slid his finger in and out, fucking her with it, as he continued to work on her clit.

"Stick a finger in my ass," she begged, pulling off his cock for just a moment. "Finger my ass. Please."

He slipped his index finger out of her pussy, replacing it with the index finger of his other hand, and moved it to the tight little pink dimple of her asshole, just a couple of inches away. At first it resisted him, but he continued to press as she pressed back against him. Finally it yielded to him, and half his finger disappeared inside.

"Ohh, fuuuuuuck!" she wailed as his finger slid into her rectum. Thinking she was in pain, he started to withdraw.

"No!" she cried. "Don't pull out! Leave it right where it is." Once she was certain that he was not going to vacate her ass, she resumed sucking him.

They kept that up for a few minutes, with her sucking his cock, while he licked and sucked her clit, and fingered her pussy with one hand and her ass with the other. Before long, John felt the familiar tingling in his balls that said he was close.

He slid his finger out of her pussy and reached down to his cock, trying to pull it out of her mouth. She aggressively lunged at it with her mouth, devouring even more, as if daring him to take away her delicious treat. At the same time, she firmly took hold of his hand and moved it away from the base of his cock.

"I'm going to cum, Becky!" he warned. "Oh, God, I'm going to cum!"

Just as he got the warning out, his hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth. Neither of them moved for a half second, but then with a loud cry, his cock exploded. He lost count of how many times he shot down her throat, but she didn't budge and took every last drop. Only when she was sure he was finished did she pull off of him and with a large gulp, committed his seed to her stomach.

"Delicious," she purred.

With his orgasm satisfied, John turned his full attention to Becky's pussy. He fingered her ass and pussy at the same time, while continuing to lick her. She ground her clit against his face, while at the same time offering minor suggestions here and there about how she liked to be stimulated. For the most part, though, he didn't need any guidance, and she simply cheered him on. 

"Right there, right there! Eat me! Oh, fuck, eat that pussy. Make me cum all over your face."

It wasn't more than a minute or two after John's orgasm that Becky was swept away by the tides of pleasure as well. She screamed like she was being killed, and didn't stop until the air in her lungs was completely exhausted. Even when her lungs were empty, her mouth stayed open in a silent scream. Once her orgasm passed, she just went limp on top of John, seemingly lifeless, but very satisfied. Neither of them said anything for nearly two minutes.

"Oh, dear God," she groaned as she rolled off of him. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life. Thank you for that. I mean it: thank you."

"Thank you," he replied, grinning broadly, and emphasizing the second word. "That was some blowjob you gave me."

"I'm glad you liked it," she said proudly. Then she looked at him meaningfully. "I love you, John."

"Love you, too, Sis," he smiled.

They laid in each other's arms for several minutes, both totally naked. John's cock, exhausted from the sucking it had just received, Becky lying with her head resting on his lower abdomen, inches from the cock she had just sucked, with a belly full of her brother's cum. Neither said anything for a good ten minutes or more, both of them basking in the warm afterglow of their mutual orgasms. Finally, John was the first to speak.

"I can't believe we just did that," he said, shaking his head. "Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the hell out of it, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I'm just...I can't believe I just 69'ed my sister and made her cum, while she sucked my cock."

"Don't forget to add, 'And she swallowed every drop'," Becky giggled. "I love cum, but that was probably only the third or fourth time I've ever gotten to swallow. Will was the only guy I've ever given a blowjob to - present company excluded, of course - and usually I'd suck him for a while before we fucked. If he did cum, he preferred to shoot it on my tits. He almost never came in my mouth."

"Oh," John said, sheepishly. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be! I knew you were getting close to cumming. If I didn't want it in my mouth, I could have stopped and given you a handjob for the rest. Like I said, I love the taste."

"I've heard every guy's cum tastes different. So, how's mine compare with Will's?"

"You're much better. Hand's down." She giggled, then paused and turned serious. "Thank you for that. I really needed that orgasm. I didn't realize just how much I needed it, so thank you. You know what this weekend is, right? This is the weekend Will and I were going out of town."

"Oh. I knew at one time because you told me, but it had slipped my mind. I imagine this weekend's pretty stressful for you."

"It is," she agreed quietly, then smiled. "But you just made it a lot less stressful. John, I want you to know, I didn't come in here this afternoon to suck your cock or for you to eat me. I need you to know that. I came in to say I was sorry and to thank you for the towel, but somehow 'thank you' didn't seem quite enough. I offered you a massage and then when you turned over and your cock was hard, it just sort of triggered something very basic and primal in me. I was horny, and I just couldn't bear the thought of going back to my room and playing with myself or using one of my dildos. That's why I did what I did. I don't regret it, either, but I need you to understand I didn't come in here this afternoon with the intention of seducing my brother."

"I understand. I was pretty damn horny myself. I was beating off when you knocked on the door, so I kind of 'needed something' also. I guess we kind of helped each other out," he laughed. "But there is something we do need talk about. Despite what happened, we're still brother and sister. Is this going to, you know, affect things between us as far as family goes?"

Becky thought briefly and shook her head. "It doesn't have to. The only people in the world who know what happened here are me and you. That's all that have to know. If you want, we can choose to forget it and pretend it never happened. But I really like the phrase you just used a second ago: 'we helped each other out'. It's like we saw the other one in need, knew we could help fix it, and we loved each other enough - as brother and sister - to do so, instead of leaving the other person slowly twisting in the wind. Mom and Dad would kill us both if they knew, so I say we let this remain our secret." John quickly agreed, and that was that.

Neither wanted to get out of bed. It felt good to relax together, and sibling or not, they both had to admit that the other's naked body felt damn good against their skin.

After about fifteen minutes or so, Becky spoke. "Can I ask you a question? When you told me earlier that you were playing a computer game, what were you really doing? I know I'm being nosy, but I'm just curious, that's all."

"Believe it or not, I actually was playing a game on the computer," he laughed. "I was playing truth or dare, like we did when we were little. Difference is, these questions and dares are a lot more adult than anything we did as kids, I can tell you. As many players can play as who want to. Since there's no one here, obviously, I imagined I was playing with a group. That's what I was doing when you walked in and caught me."

Becky laughed. "Would you believe I never played that stupid game growing up? No, I take that back. It was a birthday party I went to when I was 12 or 13. Nothing even remotely risqué happened, but Mom went ballistic. You and Dad were out doing something and weren't home, but Mom asked me how the party was when I got home. I made the mistake of telling her that one of the things we did was play truth or dare. I told her nothing happened, but she still read me the Riot Act."

"Well, this game is a lot more adult. I guarantee something risqué happens when you play this version. When it's your turn, you either draw a truth card or a dare card. Usually how it works is, you draw a truth card, and if you don't like the question, you have to draw a dare card. But if, say, you like the dare card even less than the truth card, too bad. You're committed at that point."




Truth or Dare



"So what kinds of dares are there?"

"Some of the dares are better than others. Some are really well thought out, clever, and hot as hell. Some are just plain lame, stupid, or both. Most are somewhere in the middle. You might be dared to perform oral sex on a player of the opposite sex, or to take off all your clothes and take a walk outside, completely around the house, or to allow yourself to be used by the other players in any way they wish for the next hour. Things like that. One of my personal favorites is that you put on a blindfold and if you're a girl, all the men stick their cocks in your mouth, one at a time. If you're a guy, you have to lie on the floor, and one at a time all the girls straddle your face. Then you have to guess who's who."

"Wow," Becky said, clearly impressed. "I can see why you were turned on. It does sound like fun, although it seems like it would be a lot more fun with a partner instead of just playing it by yourself. Have you ever played it with anyone?"

"Unfortunately, no. I only learned about this game a few months ago, while I was dating Sally. I never introduced her to the game because she was too conservative. We had sex, I mean. You might have heard us in here once or twice. We tried to keep the volume down, and Sally rarely made any noise anyway, but you might have heard. These walls are pretty thin. When we had sex, it was only in one position: me on top. She never wanted to try anything new, she never sucked my cock, not even once, and she never let me eat her. If I had introduced her to a game like this she would have thought I was the biggest pervert in the world and ran out of here screaming." Sally also was, at least in Becky's opinion, not completely stable mentally. Though she hated to see her brother lonely, she was secretly relieved when the two of them broke up.

"That's too bad," Becky said, meaning it.

Neither of them said anything for a full minute or more. Becky desperately wanted to ask, but was scared to death. Finally, she decided to just ask it before her feet got any colder than they already were.

"John," she said, squeezing her hands into tight fists beneath her just to keep them steady. "You're going to think your baby sister's a pervert and probably the worst person in the world for asking this, but...do you want to play the game together, just the two of us? Wait, let me rephrase that: I want to play. Will you play with me?" She thought she was going to explode while asking the question, but once it was out, she felt a huge sense of relief.

"You want to play truth or dare?" he asked incredulously. She nodded. "Sis, did you hear what I said about the nature of the dares in the game?" Despite his surprise, his cock was already registering its vote as it started to firm up. Becky noticed and started to make a joke, but thought better of it.

She sat up, and turned to face him. "I understand that. Okay, let me spell out what I understand: I know that if you agree to play with me, we're going to end up fucking. There, I said it, there it is. Your cock is going to be in my pussy. Maybe even my ass. Maybe both. If I'm lucky, it will be in both, and more than once before the evening's done. I can't make it any clearer than that.

"I know I'm your sister and you're my brother, I know everything in the world says we're not supposed to be doing this and that it's wrong, but dammit, we weren't supposed to 69 each other to orgasm, either. But you know what? Both of us enjoyed the hell out it, no lightning bolts came through the window to fry us to a crisp, and the ground didn't open up and swallow us. I'm for sure not going to tell anyone anything, and I believe you respect me and love me enough as my brother that you're not going to, either. Besides, I can't imagine you bragging to your buddies about how you fucked your sister.

"Now, one of two things are going to happen: one, you and I are going to play truth and dare, we're going to suck, lick, and fuck each other's brains out until we can't do it anymore. And we're going to have a great time doing it, we're going to burn off stress, and when we're done, we're going to both be a hell of a lot more relaxed and happier. That's option number one, and for what it's worth, it's the one I prefer. It's also the one where we both get something out of it.

"Option number two is, I'm going to ask you to show me how to start the game and how to play. Then I'm going to borrow your laptop, since the game's already installed on it, and go to my room and shut the door, I'm going to get out some of my toys, and I'm going to sit there or lie there on my bed and get myself off with dildos and vibrators, while I somehow try to convince myself they're real. They're a poor substitute for the real thing, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

"John, you're a smart guy. You know I've always looked up to you for that. I'm smart, too, maybe even a tick or two above average, but you're smarter than me. What's more, you have the common sense to go with it," she said, her tone changing from almost righteous indignation as she made her case to one of almost pleading. "That's how I know that you know that women have sexual needs and desires, just the same as men. We just don't talk about them as much, and when we do talk, it's to other women, in private, instead of to whoever happens to be in earshot.

"If Will hadn't gone home and banged that bimbo slut, we'd be in a cabin in the mountains right now, and he'd be banging me silly at this very moment. I looked forward to this weekend for weeks. Frankly, if women could get blue balls, that's what I'd have right now. I know I could go out to a bar somewhere and pick up a guy pretty easily, or allow myself to be picked up, and go have a night of meaningless sex, because that's what I need right now. But that's dangerous, and you know that's not really my scene anyway. So that leaves me with two choices: fuck myself into insensibility with pieces of latex or silicone or whatever the hell they're made out of, or fuck a handsome, sexy man who is so horny himself that I nearly choked on his cock. Only problem is, the handsome, sexy man just happens to be my brother, and because of some rule somebody made up long ago that basically said 'don't fuck your siblings', he's denied to me.

"Now, I've made my case and you need to make a decision. I'll be honest with you: if you tell me you'd rather I pick option two, I'm going to think you've lost your goddamn marbles. That will mean that you had an at least somewhat pretty girl, sitting naked in your bedroom, offering you her mouth, pussy, AND ass, beg you to fuck her, and you said no. John, please don't make your little sister worry that her big brother is losing his mind."

John was speechless by this point, but his cock spoke for him loud and clear, pointing rigidly at what it wanted: her. She looked at his fully erect cock and knew she had her answer.

"You know," she purred, "if you're going to tell me no, you really should tell your cock it's not polite to point."

The laptop was on the desk, so they pulled in an extra chair for her to sit on, with the bed only a couple steps away. Since the outcome of the game was already a foregone conclusion for them and since they had already seen what the other had already, they decided to forego putting their clothes back on.

"Oh," John said, thinking quickly. "I'd better check and make sure I have condoms. I'd hate to get to a point in the game and find out I have to make a quick dash to the store first," he laughed.

"You can if you want to," Becky said, shrugging. "Personally I'd prefer you didn't wear one. Will's the only guy I've ever had sex with, so I'm practically a virgin," she giggled. "I don't think he ever gave me anything. If I had known he was sleeping around, I might have insisted he wear a condom, but what's done is done. No sense worrying about it now. I told him I preferred him not to use condoms. The latex dries out my natural juices, and besides, if I wanted to fuck a piece of latex I'd use one of my toys, you know?" she laughed. "I know Sally wasn't your first, but I know you didn't bang your way through high school, either, so I expect you're pretty safe as well. If you'd feel more comfortable putting on a condom, then by all means. I respect that. But I'm telling you I don't mind if you don't, and that I prefer bareback, so it's up to you."

"What about...you know, the 'other' problem, besides catching some disease?"

"Oh, you mean going home and saying, 'Guess what, Mom and Dad? I'm pregnant, and you'll never guess who the father is!' Boy, that would fly like a lead balloon, wouldn't it?" she laughed. "It's taken care of: Mom put me on birth control pills when I was in the 11th grade. I was still a virgin at the time, but she knew I eventually wouldn't be. I've been taking them ever since, so we're safe." She hugged his arm tightly and gave him a huge smile.

"Thanks for asking about that," she said. "You'd be surprised at how many men consider birth control 'her' problem, and if she gets pregnant, that's just her tough luck. You're very sweet for asking." She leaned forward and gave him a peck on the cheek, then he turned and kissed her on the lips for the very first time, and deeply. "And you're a good kisser!" she laughed. "Whew!"

John went first, since he was more familiar with the game. There were buttons for "truth", "dare", or "random". He clicked "random", and a truth card was selected for him.

"'Have you ever tasted semen (girls) or vaginal juice (boys)? When was the last time?' Well, we can both answer that one: yes, and this afternoon, just about an hour or so ago!" They both laughed at that.

On Becky's turn, she chose "random" also. "'Have you ever taken part in a threesome?'" she read.

"No," she answered truthfully. "I'd like to be, but I haven't done it. The thought of being with two guys, it makes me juicy just to think about it."

John got a truth card again with his random pick. "'Have you ever had anal sex? If so, tell the group about it. If not, would you like to someday have the chance to do so?'" John read. Beside him, Becky sat up straight, plainly eager to hear his answer.

"No, I've never tried it," he replied. "Do I want to try it? Sure, as long as I'm on the giving end, not the receiving. I know Sally warned me the first time we had sex that I should not put anything in or near her asshole that I didn't intend to lose," he laughed.

Becky nodded. "Well, you're going to get your opportunity today, big brother. Your baby sister loves to take it in the ass."

"I didn't know you did anal."

"There's a lot of things you didn't know about me until today," she laughed. "Actually, I found out by accident that I like anal. Want me to tell you about it?"

"By all means."

"Remember right after we turned eighteen," she began, "when I had those serious lower intestinal problems that eventually went away on their own? Anyway, on one of the doctor visits, one of the first ones Mom and I went to, the doctor said he needed to do an exam on me. Long story short, what it came down to was that he needed to stick his finger up my ass and poke around for a bit. 

"It was the first time in my life I'd had anything bigger than a rectal thermometer stuck in there, and I'm scared to death. He sticks his finger in my ass and apparently starts feeling around for his car keys, and all of a sudden I have the biggest damn orgasm of my entire life up to that point. As scared as I was, it was for damn sure I wasn't turned on in the least, but I came so hard on that exam table that I left pussy juice on it. I was mortified: here I am in one of those stupid exam gowns, on my side, a doctor's got his finger in my ass, and all of a sudden I'm cumming. Fortunately, Mom didn't know it happened, even though she was right there in the room the whole time. I guess she saw the look on my face and figured it was because I was in pain or something. I'm glad she didn't know, because how the hell do you explain something like that?

"The doctor takes Mom out of the room to talk to her and so I can get dressed, and the nurse stays with me. The nurse is an older lady, about Mom's age, and she knows I'm embarrassed. She knew why, too. She tells me that while it's a little uncommon for a person to have an orgasm during a rectal exam, it's not unheard of, either. She tells me it's nothing to worry about or be ashamed of, that it's perfectly normal, but she says that if I want to know more, then I should go to a couple of legitimate medical websites she gave me the address of, and look up 'milking the prostate' and 'female prostate'.

"What I learned is, you guys have a prostate that produces most of your semen, and if the prostate is stimulated - or 'milked' - it produces an instant, enormous orgasm. Women don't have a prostate gland but we have the same nerves in that area that you do, and it's possible to stimulate that area through the butt, either by accident or on purpose, and produce a huge and almost immediate orgasm.

"I learned that in most women, the area is so small it's not much bigger than a pea, and so it's very hard to find and even harder to stimulate. In other women, it's much bigger and much easier to find. For a few, I learned, it's almost impossible to stick something up her ass and not hit it, even if you're not looking for it. Guess which group I'm in!" she said with a proud smile.

"After I learned about this happy accident of nature, I started sticking all sorts of things up my ass to stimulate that spot: my fingers, hairbrush handles, candles, you name it. Even dangerous things, like pens, pencils, and other sharp things that if they poked through the wall of my rectum could hurt me really bad, maybe even set up an infection and kill me. That scared me, because if I ever did hurt myself like that, I knew I'd be too afraid and embarrassed to tell Mom or Dad until it was too late. I can just see my headstone: 'Here lies Becky Jones. Died from sticking a candle taper up her ass.'

"I knew I had to find something, but something that was safer. I knew all sorts of women took cocks and toys up their ass all the time while having anal sex and didn't die from it, so I decided what I needed was a dildo. Never mind how, but I got one: it was supposedly modeled from a real cock, six inches long, with a base, and it even had a set of balls.

"When I get this thing home and in my bedroom where I can really look at it, I realize this thing's huge! I can't get this thing in my pussy, let alone my ass! But I know that one, it's possible, and two, I know the reward for being able to do it, so I work with it most nights after I went to bed, knowing that if Mom ever finds this thing, I'm dead meat.

"Finally after a couple months, I managed to do it on a Saturday afternoon when the rest of you were out and I was home alone. It didn't hurt a bit, and frankly, it felt damn good. I didn't cum explosively and immediately like I did at the doctor's office, but I discovered if I rode it long enough I would cum. Even if I didn't cum, I found that, for me at least, anal was a lot of fun.

"Now, don't get me wrong, I love being fucked in the pussy, but I love it in the ass as well. Which I like better probably depends on the day. I might prefer my pussy one day and my ass the next."

"Interesting," John said.

It was Becky's turn next. Since clicking "random" had thus far brought up nothing but "truth" cards, she decided to be bold and click "dare".

"'Pick another player and perform oral sex on that person for sixty seconds. If you manage to make them cum before time runs out, they must return the favor.'"

"Cool," she laughed.

She sank down onto the floor directly in front of John's chair. He was already semi-hard, but after just a few seconds in her hot mouth, he was hard as could be.

"Ready to start the timer?" John asked.

"Mm hmm," she mumbled, with her lips already wrapped around his cockhead.

"Go."

She bobbed her head up and down on his cock at a fast pace, determined to earn the prize for getting him off before time expired. After a few seconds, she paused.

"Fuck my face," she garbled.

She let her head and neck go as limp as possible, as John took hold of her head with both hands and bounced her face up and down on his cock. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations of his cock rubbing along her tongue. All too soon, however, the sixty second timer sounded, and he slid out of her mouth.

"No..." she moaned.

"Shh," he said. He moved the laptop out of the way and patted the top of the desk. "Sit up here," he smiled. "It's your turn."

"But I thought I didn't get oral unless I made you cum," she said. John looked at her oddly in reply.

"Are you going to argue about the rules, or are you going to get up here and get your pussy eaten?" he grinned.

"Well, when you put it like that..."

She got up onto the desk with her legs dangling over the edge, and John sitting in a chair between them. She leaned back slightly to give him a better angle, and he buried his face between her legs.

"Oh, damn, but you're good at this," she breathed. 

Rather than going straight for her clit and parking there, John seemed to lick everywhere on her pussy except that one highly sensitive area. He virtually ignored her clit until she was squirming, and only then did he go after her erect love button. The effect was dramatic, as she moaned deeply and ran her fingers through his hair. She was well on her way to cumming, which is why it surprised him when she lightly but firmly pushed his head away. He looked up at her with a surprised and disappointed expression.

"I don't want to cum just yet," she smiled at him, holding his head between her hands. "Next orgasm I have, I want it to be with your fat cock in either my pussy or my ass." He nodded his understanding, and they kissed as she sucked her delicious juices from his tongue.

John's turn was next, and he clicked "dare".

"'Select another player, and spend two minutes sucking either their fingers or their toes.'"

"Ooh, sounds like fun," she giggled as she extended her fingers his direction. He looked at her hands balefully and shook his head.

"I don't want your fingers," he smiled.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding. You're not going to suck my toes, are you?"

"I won't if you don't want me to. But you just had a bath, so they're clean. Sucking her toes was about the only unusual thing I ever did with Sally, and I think the only reason she let me was because it felt so damn good. She liked it a lot. Has any guy ever done it for you before?"

"No," she said simply, without elaboration. The truth was, Will would have probably preferred a punch in the jaw to getting anywhere near her feet, and probably would have accepted being tortured if the alternative was to suck her toes. He absolutely despised feet, and was not shy about expressing his disgust for them. She had heard it described as a very pleasurable experience, but it was one she had resigned herself to not experiencing anytime soon.

Well, what are you waiting for? her mind asked.

She sat back and placed her feet in John's lap. He picked up one and rubbed it, pulling two fingers all the way along the bottom. Then he lifted her foot to his mouth, and as she closed her eyes, she could feel his hot breath on her foot.

Holy fuck! She gasped as his hot, wet mouth enclosed her toes. Dear God, this was incredible! He sucked them as a group, and then individually, taking his time, and then eventually moving to the other foot as well. When he was finished, she had no idea how much time he had spent on the task, but her pussy was more flooded than she could ever recall it being, and she was barely able to form complete sentences.

"So, what did you think?" John grinned, knowing the answer. "Still wish I had sucked your fingers instead?" She shook her head in a huge side-to-side manner.




Truth or Dare



"I was an idiot," she gasped. "Don't you know better than to listen to idiots, brother dear?"

She took a minute or two to compose herself after the sensory overload, then clicked "dare".

"'If you are male, skip this dare and draw another. If you are female and you have access to a dildo, explicitly demonstrate to the other players how you like to be fucked. If you don't have a dildo, you may use your fingers or other phallic object. Do it for as long as you like, but do not allow yourself to cum.'"

Becky smiled fondly. "It's time you met a friend of mine," she said. "I'll be right back."

She stood and trotted down the hall to her room. A moment later, she was back, carrying an extremely realistic dildo, about seven inches long, and quite thick.

"John, this is Big Steve," she said, nodding at the toy. "Big Steve, this is my brother, John. Steve's not my only toy, but he is my favorite, hands down. Let's just say Steve and I have spent a lot of time together, especially in the two weeks since I gave Will the heave ho. Steve may not be much of a conversationalist, but at least he's faithful."

"Nice to meet you," John grinned. "You'll excuse me if I don't shake hands."

Becky climbed onto the bed on all fours, with her pussy toward John. Then she reached back with the toy, found the entrance of her vagina, and slid it into herself. Despite the size of the toy, she was wet enough that she had no trouble at all getting the whole thing inside.

After watching for half a minute or so, John took the toy from Becky, alternating between simply holding it for her as she bucked back and forth on the shaft, and sliding it in and out of her himself. He kept it up for two or three minutes, fascinated by the sight of the large toy plowing into her and watching her pussy lips cling to it on the backstroke as if hesitant to let it go. After two or three minutes, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Dammit, Becky," he groaned. "I've got to have it. I've got to have your pussy."

"I was hoping you'd say that," she cooed. "So what are you waiting for? Steve doesn't mind sloppy seconds."

John slid the toy out of her, impressed by how wet it was, then laid it aside on the bed. He noticed how her pussy continued to gape slightly even after "Steve" was no longer inside.

"How do you want me?" she cooed.

"Get on your back," he ordered. She did so, and he wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her toward him until her ass was just slightly hanging off the bed. She bent her knees, with her feet flat on the bed, and then lifted them into the air as he got ready to mount her.

Standing beside the bed and between her legs, he positioned his cock with the head just barely inside the vestibule of her vagina, then took her legs and placed her ankles on his shoulders. 

"Ready?" he asked.

"Oh, yesss," she hissed. "Fuck me."

He pressed his hips forward and she yielded to him immediately. Hers was the first pussy he had ever fucked bareback, and he couldn't believe how incredibly hot and wet she felt inside.

"Ohh!" she whimpered as his thick cock moved her soft tissues aside to make room for itself.

Despite the size and thickness of the toy she had just fucked herself with, John's cock was even thicker. His was, in fact, the thickest cock that had ever been inside her, and while she wasn't uncomfortably tight, it was definitely a snug fit.

John slid all the way inside, not stopping until his entire cock was inside of her. He moved slowly so as not to hurt her, and as he slid each inch inside he could hear a wet squelching sound as her pussy juices were displaced.

"That's it," he smiled proudly down at her. "All the way in. How's it feel?"

"So very good," she moaned. "Fuck me. Please."

He drew out about halfway, then plunged in again, causing her to gasp. Then he drew back once more, and did it again, going a little bit faster with each stroke. When he had a pretty good rhythm established, his hands went to her breasts and played with her nipples.

"Pinch them," she begged. "Hard. Harder!" She moved her fingers to her own breasts and demonstrated what she wanted, squeezing her nipples like a vise. She moved her hands clear, and John pinched her nipples as hard as he could.

"Oh, God!" she cried, arching her back completely off the bed. "Like that! Just like that!"

He played with her nipples while he fucked her furiously, turning his head first to the left and then the right to lick her feet. Finally she moved them to a spot in front of his mouth where he could bury his face in them if he wished, and also suck her toes as he fucked her.

After a few minutes, John announced that he was getting close to cumming. "I'm going to pull out," he groaned. Her reaction was immediate. In a flash, her feet shot around behind him. She locked her ankles behind him and dug her heels into his ass.

"Don't you dare pull out," she hissed. "I want you to cum in me. Fill me up with your cum. Give it to me."

He continued to thrust in and out of her as his breathing grew more ragged. She kept her heels dug into his butt cheeks to make sure his cock didn't pull out.

"I'm close," he moaned. "Oh, God, Becky! I'm going to cum inside you..."

"That's it, baby," she cooed. "Cum inside me. Fill up your baby sister's pussy with all that hot, sticky cum..."

He groaned and then let out a sharp bark as he felt his cock spasm once, twice, three times, or more inside her, coating her cervix and all over her vaginal walls. He felt like he came a gallon.

Becky arched her back, with a rapturous smile on her face as he unloaded into her. She could feel it. Oh, God, she could feel it in such exquisite detail: the feel of his cock spasming, and the impact of his cum all over her insides. Becky had been blessed with an extremely sensitive pussy that allowed her to feel things in such glorious detail, which is why she loved bareback creampies so much. Only after he was done and his cock had started to soften did she relax her ankles. But John was in no hurry to go anywhere, which was just fine with her.

"Oh, God, Sis," he breathed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she beamed. 

She wiped sweat off of her own forehead and chest. "I think I need a shower," she laughed. "Looks like you do, too. Care to join me? You know what they say: save water, shower with a friend. I'll bet showering with a sibling is even more fun."

"I don't know if you want me in the shower with you," John laughed. "I might decide I need a second helping."

"Promise?" she purred.

He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. They didn't have sex in the shower, but after drying off and getting something to eat, they went at it again, this time with Becky bent over a kitchen counter. By the time the weekend was over, her pussy had been treated to two more creampies, and her ass had received one of its own as well.

On Tuesday, Will caught up with Becky after one of her classes, and attempted once more to make amends.

"Sorry, Will," she smiled at him with just a hint of pity. "You're too late. I have a new lover, and he's twice the man you are. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go get myself ready for him. I have a pedicure appointment in fifteen minutes." 



Truth or Dare



Jim and Sarah had known each other for practically their entire lives. Their parents were friends and they lived across the street from each other, so there wasn't barely a day where one wasn't hanging out at the other one's house. Even though they were very close, there was still a lot that they didn't share.

Jim was very shy and kept mostly to himself when possible. He was a few inches away from being six feet tall and wasn't skinny or fat, just an average guy. Sarah was slightly more outgoing, but she was still perfectly content with it only being her and Jim when they hung out. Sarah was a few inches shorter than Jim, but her build was hard to read since she preferred to wear loose clothing.

Jim was hanging out with Sarah at her house one evening. They had just finished off a pizza and were about to watch a movie. It was raining and since Sarah's parents were out of town, Jim was keeping Sarah company during the storm. After a few minutes of discussion about what to watch, the power went out in the neighborhood.

"I guess that means we don't have to decide on a movie anymore." Sarah said sarcastically.

"I guess not. Looks like we are in for a boring evening until the power is back on." replied Jim.

Sarah lit a few candles and set them on the coffee table in front of them. They were able to see each other, but only barely since their eyes were still adjusting to the dark.

"We could talk. We don't do much of that and I know you have plenty to say if you wanted to." quipped Sarah.

"Talking just sounds dull. I'm more of a listener than a talker. You know that."

"Well, we could play something that would open you up and not be dull."

"It's too dark to play any games. I can barely see you with these candles."

"We could play truth or dare. It'll make the dares easier to do if you know you can't be seen that well."

"Fine, but whatever is said or done here stays between us. I'm only playing because it would be awkward sitting silent in the dark."

"Deal."

Neither Jim nor Sarah had played truth or dare before, so there was a lot of curiosity between the two of them. They weren't really sure of the rules, but neither one felt like admitting their innocence.

Sarah started, "Truth or dare?"

"I'll start with truth before I trust you with a dare."

"Hmmm...Who was your first kiss?"

"It was you when we were maybe three or four. I think we were pretending to get married or something. That's about all I remember. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Jim thought for a minute. "What do you normally sleep in?"

"Weird question, but normally just a long t-shirt and panties. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What do you sleep in?"

"Just a pair of boxers. It's easy to just slip out of everything else and fall asleep on the bed that way. Your pick."

Sarah now had the thought of Jim taking off his shirt and pants before he went to bed. Her thoughts weren't sexual in any way, but it was still on her mind now. "Truth."

"Would you rather spend a day at a nude beach or 30 seconds stripping on a stage."

"I don't know, I've never thought about it. Which ever one has the least amount of people around, I guess. Maybe the beach so I can hide in the ocean all day."

"Scared of being seen?"

"Maybe. I just like to be clothed around people. Truth or dare?"

"Dare"

Sarah's first thought was to make Jim take something off, but she figured if she started with that then he wouldn't pick any more dares. She decided to start small. "Go into the next room and remove your underwear. You'll have to spend the rest of the evening going commando."

Jim got up and went into the next room. It was dark without any lights, but he was able to find his way around enough for the dare. He slipped off his shorts and boxers. It was cool in the house, so he immediately felt chilled without any bottoms on. He hurried to put his shorts on and make his way back into the living room. As he entered, he tossed his boxers at Sarah.

"Done." Jim said as he sat down on the couch. "I feel a breeze, though. Your turn."

"Since you picked dare, it's only fair that I do, too."

"Let's see. Here, use my phone to take a closeup picture of one of your nipples. I won't look at it and at the end of the evening you can delete it. I just want you to spend a while knowing I have a picture of part of you."

Jim and Sarah turned their backs to one another. Sarah lifted her shirt to expose her right breast that was still cradled in her bra. She pulled down the cup to reveal her nipple. As fast as she could, she snapped a picture on Jim's phone in the candle light. It was a little blurry, but she figured he wouldn't ever see it anyway. She tucked her breast back in the cup and pulled her shirt down.

"Here you go. No peeking." she said as she handed the phone back to Jim. "Your turn."

"Truth."

"When was the last time you masturbated?

Jim started to turn red with embarrassment. "Who said I did that?"

"Don't lie to me. Everyone does it."

"What if I'm one of those guys who doesn't?"

"If you don't masterbate, why did you have those websites in your computer's history last week? I saw them when I checked my email on your computer."

Jim was now really embarrassed, but figured might as well come clean since she already seems to know. "Last night before I went to bed. Happy?"

"Very and I choose truth."

"When did you last masturbate?"

"This morning before I took a shower. Truth or Dare?"

"I might as well pick dare with questions like that."

"Wimp. I dare you to take off your shirt."

"Easy enough." Jim pulled his shirt over his head. Even though he only remained in his shorts, he still felt comfortable since the candles didn't produce much light. "Your turn. What's it gonna be?"

"Truth. I don't want you making me do the same dare you just did."

"Now who's the wimp? Since we're obviously going with these types of questions, what's your bra size?"

Now Sarah was the one who felt embarrassed. She liked to keep her body a mystery, but she knew Jim could be trusted if she was going to tell anyone. "36C."

"Hard to tell with the clothes you wear, but that's a nice size."

"Thanks. I'm not a fan of them, so they'll stay in hiding. Truth or dare?"

"I'm sure there's nothing wrong with them. You're just shy. I'll pick truth."

"How big is your...well, you know?" Sarah asked as she glanced down at Jim's lap.

"Well, you know how you don't like your parts? I'm about the same with mine, so I refuse to find out specifics."

"Come on. Are you telling me you've never measured?

"Nope. I'd just assume to leave it alone. If I'm small, I'll be devastated."

"But if you're large you'll have more confidence."

"I'd rather just not take that chance."

"Ok, fine. Since you can't answer me, I'll ask something else. How often do you masterbate?"

"Since you asked, at least once a day."

"Not bad. I'll go with a dare now."

"Since you made me take off my shirt, take off yours."

"But I'm wearing a sheer bra under here. You'll see too much."

" A dare is a dare. Besides, I can't see much in here anyway."

"Fine." Sara grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Jim was right, he couldn't see through the material of her bra, but could still see enough to cause a twitch in his shorts.

"I don't understand why you would hide that. Flat abs and great cleavage are very attractive."

"Thanks. It's just how I like to dress and I like it that way. Promise me you can't see through my bra?"

Jim squinted as he stared right at Sarah's breasts. "Nope, you're good."

"Your turn."

"Dare."

"Unzip your shorts."

"What?" exclaimed Jim.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, even though you aren't wearing any. I didn't say take off your shorts, just pull down the zipper."

"Fine, but I'm not sure what your motives are. You won't see anything the way I'm sitting." Jim reached down and unzipped his shorts. He was actually a little worried that if they continue, he might get an erection and pop out. Maybe that's what Sarah had in mind, though. "Done. Truth or dare?"

"Let's go with truth."

"Ok, what's the farthest you've gone with a guy?

"Well, you've got me in my bra right now so let's go with this game."

"Really, I would have thought you've done more."

"No, never been in the situation for it."

"I guess that technically makes two of us. I'll take truth, too."

"Would you rather strip for a girl or let her strip you?"

"I'd rather she strip me." Jim continued to get aroused at the thought of having his clothes taken off of him. His shorts began to bulge a little, but he didn't notice the space between his zipper getting a tiny gap.

"Dare me." Sarah said, even though she dreaded the next dare.

"Your choice, take off your pants or bra."

Sarah didn't have to think, she wasn't about to let Jim see her bare breasts. She stood up and slid her pants down to her ankles. She stepped out of her pants and sat down. Jim could clearly see that Sarah was wearing matching panties and this too affected him. Sarah began to notice the gap in Jim's shorts. "I'm a little flattered you're reacting that way to me."

"What reaction?"

"The tent being pitched in your shorts. I can see a little of your little guy."

Jim reached down with embarrassment to cover himself up but the gap wouldn't close without zipping the shorts back up.

Sarah stopped him, "No zipping back up. You can see a lot of me, but I can barely see any of you. Move your hands and pick truth or dare."

"Truth, and keep your eyes up here."

"What would you do if I stripped off my bra and panties right now?"

"I'd definitely get harder and more than likely pop out of this gap."

"Hmmm...I'll keep that in mind. I pick truth."

"What would you do if you could see my penis?"

"It depends. If you were soft, I'd want to touch it and play with it. If you were hard, I'd probably want to have a little more fun. How about you pick dare this time?"

"Ok, why not?"

"Good, let me take off your shorts."

Jim didn't move as Sarah reached forward. She lightly pushed Jim's chest back so she could undo the button. When he shifted, she could see the head of his penis through the gap. The shaft wasn't visible until she spread his shorts to pull them off. Her face lit up with delight as she tugged Jim's shorts down to his ankles and came face to face with his exposed member. She wanted to touch it, but wanted to keep playing the game.

Jim felt exposed and unsure of what he felt being naked in front of Sarah. "Now that I'm naked, it's only fair that you perform a dare and let me strip you." He didn't wait for a reply and reached behind Sarah's back to unclasp her bra. He pulled the straps around to the front and exposed her bare breasts. Her nipples were perked with excitement and she lay back for Jim to remove her panties. Jim grabbed her waist and as he slid her panties off, he made sure not to lose contact with her thighs and then calves. This caused Sarah to get goosebumps.

A little flustered, Sarah managed to finally reply. "I guess there's no point in either of us being bashful now. What do you think?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Jim said as he came to a full erection. "Feel free to dare me again, too."

"I want to measure you."

"Why? Isn't seeing me naked enough?"

"No, I want you to know exactly how big you are. Besides, you know my breast size so I think it's only right I know your size."

"Fine, but I'm a little scared about the whole situation, so I don't know how accurate it will be."

Sarah opened the sowing kit her mother kept next to the couch and pulled out a tape measure. She reached for Jim, but he jumped a little as her fingers almost came into contact with his penis. "Lay on your back so I can get all of you." She said as she finally got her hand onto Jim. As Jim lay back on the couch, Sarah could clearly see the defined veins that gave Jim's shaft texture. She placed the end of the tape measure along the top at the base and slowly moved her fingers to the tip. "I didn't expect it to be so hard."

"Well, that's all you causing this."

"I'm sure if I had a penis, I'd be hard, too." Sarah replied as she got her measurement. "Let's see, I read online that the average penis size is about five inches. So do you want the good new or bad news first?"

"That doesn't sound promising. Give me the bad news."

"The bad news is I wish we had done this before. The good news is you're more than average."

"Really? How much?"

"Six inches total. An inch over average. That's good. Any bigger and you might be too big for me."

"What do you mean?"

"See, I can place my hand around you and get a good grip, but there is the perfect amount left for my mouth." Sarah wrapped her hand around the base of Jim's shaft and moved her head down close. Jim could feel her breath before she let go and sat up. "Dare me."

"You're such a tease. I have no choice but to get even. Your dare is to lie back and let me tease you."

Sarah laid on her back with her head resting on the couch's armrest. She closed her eyes and let Jim do whatever he wanted. Jim crawled over Sarah so that his body was perfectly on top of hers. The head of his penis rested on Sarah's mound as he placed a kiss directly on her lips. Sarah responded by kissing back. They were now fully embracing each as their lips satisfied the other's. There legs, pelvis, and chest were firmly pressed. Sarah wanted Jim inside her and reached to guide him in. As soon as his head was moved from her mound to lips, he broke their kiss and sat back up. "Tease over with. Now hurry with my dare."

"You're such an ass for that, but I'll get mine sooner or later. Lay on your back and let me do whatever I want to you."

Jim did as he was instructed. His penis was pointed straight up and he craved for Sarah to touch it. Sarah grasped him as she did before. This time, she didn't stop with just her breath on him. Sarah lightly kissed the tip of Jim's head as a drop of precum popped out. Sarah was curious and licked the drop off. As she did, she felt Jim's penis twitch in her hand. She wanted more, so she moved her lips over his head completely as her tongue ran over the base of the mushroom cap. She kept pressure on her lips as she moved them back up to the tip, this time allowing her hand to move with it. Jim let out a small moan as she moved back down. She continued this rhythm for about a minute and then sat back up. "Enough with this game, I need you in me."

Jim and Sarah once again embraced each other. Their lips never broke apart as Sarah moved onto her back with Jim laying on top. Sarah moved her hand down to guide in Jim's penis. The head parted her lips and he slowly started to slide himself in. There was slight resistance from how tight Sarah was. She was extremely wet, so there was little effort on Jim's part. The head of Jim's penis was in and Sarah let out a small squeal of pleasure. They continued to kiss as Jim proceeded further in to Sarah.

Jim was halfway in and could feel Sarah's tightness holding onto his penis. He slid out to where his head remained in and then began to slowly move in again. He proceeded to repeat this process, but each time he slid in a little deeper until he could slide in no further. At this point, they broke their kiss and looked into each other's eyes. Jim and Sarah both moved their hips in rhythm with each other. Jim barely slid out with each movement, but their synchronous movement caused enough pleasure for them both. With each inward movement came a moan from both. There was no need for either of them to move since they were both in the position for ecstasy.

Jim felt he was getting close to climax and began to tell Sarah. She just nodded her head and he knew she wanted to keep going. Suddenly, Jim felt an orgasm he never felt before. His entire body tensed up and, in what felt like slow motion, he felt the energy from his body travel down to his pelvis. As soon as Sarah felt the first twitch of Jim's penis release it's nectar, she was sent over the edge herself. Her body tightened and she seemed to move in motion with Jim as they both felt the amazing release of energy together.

After it was over, neither one could move. They turned slightly so the weight of Jim's body would mostly be supported by the couch cushion. Sarah could feel Jim's penis inside her as it became flaccid again and finally couldn't stay in any more. Jim and Sarah then fell asleep in each other's arms, closing an end to an adventurous day.



Truth or Dare



I placed a full bottle of tequila on the coffee table in front of my little brother. 

"Ugh, what now sis?" Eric didn't even bother looking up from his phone. 

"Lets do shots!" Taking two small votive candle glasses (the closest this house had to shot glasses) from the cabinet on the other side if the room, I was glad mom and dad would be gone all weekend. I planned to get wasted and didn't want to have to pretend not to be hung over tomorrow. 

"No." My brother cursed as he lost another life in his game. 

"Why not?" I pouted. 

"Last time I was drunk, I drunk dialed my Ex." 

"Then hide your phone. Mom and dad are gone all weekend and we graduate in two months." I placed the glasses on the table and opened up the tequila bottle. A year apart in age, Eric was insanely smart and had skipped a grade causing us to be able to graduate together this year.

"So?" My little brother finally put down his phone to watch me pour. 

"We're almost done with High School!" I handed him a glass. 

"Where did you get the alcohol?" Eric downed his shot with me. 

"Left over from my nineteenth birthday last month."

My brother raised an eyebrow at me.

"Okay okay, I bought it yesterday. Geez." Eric was eighteen going on forty. Him and his knowing looks. 

"Thought so."

"Lets play a game. How about 'Never Have I Ever'?" I poured us another and sat next to my brother on the couch. 

"Boring. Truth Or Dare." We both downed our shot. 

"Sure! I go first. Truth or Dare? " The burning of the alcohol warmed me up. Tipsy was on the way, right now I just felt good. 

"Truth." Eric poured us another shot but we didn't pick them up yet. 

"Are you a virgin?" I already knew the answer, but it was still fun to ask. 

"No. Truth or Dare?" We took our shots. 

"Truth." I would need another shot before I'd pick dare. 

"Are you a virgin?"

"No. And you can't ask the same question. It's no fair." I frowned. It would also make for a boring game. 

"Fine. Have you ever given a blow job?"

"You can't ask another question!" Did he ever play this game before? I downed a fresh shot. I was starting to feel tipsy. No more shots for a bit, I didn't want to get smashed too early. 

"Answer the question sis."

"Yes. I even swallow." Okay, an over share but what the hell. I blamed the tequila running through my veins. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"Ugh." He leaned back on the couch. "Four long months ago."

"Poor baby," I snickered. 

"Fuck you. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Eric look over at me in surprised. It was time for the real fun to begin. 

"Uhhh..." I could see my little brother thinking hard to come up with something. "I dare you to take off your shirt."

"Boring." I always wore a tank top under my shirts in case I got too warm. I flung my t-shirt at my brother and sat in my tank and shorts. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." 

It was time to show him how dares worked. "I dare you to take off all your clothes and leave them off until the end of the game."

"Shit. What if I don't?"

"Then we call your Ex." I laughed at his grimace then watched closely from my seat next to him on the couch while he started to undress, the shots on the coffee table forgotten. 

First his shoes and socks came off, then his blue polo and undershirt. Eric stood to unbutton his blue jeans and let them fall to the ground. I had seen my little brother in swim trunks before, but having him stand next to me in his boxers made my stomach turn in excitement. He hesitated briefly before taking them off and he stood there next to me completely naked. 

I stared at his cock and swallowed. Maybe I should change my tactic from trying to embarrass him to something else, the alcohol in my system lowering my defenses but neither of us had nearly enough to influence our actions.

Eric sat back down next to me. "Truth or Dare."

"Dare." It took a lot of willpower to take my eyes off my brother's cock.

"I dare you," Eric grinned at me, "to go get your favourite sex toy and tell me what you like about it."

He learned quickly. I walked to my room, pulled a bag out from under my bed, and walked back to the living room. My brother's eyes widened in surprise. Either he didn't think I would bring it or it was the size of the bag. 

"My favourite one? That's just so hard to chose!" I unzipped the bag and pulled out a bright blue buttplug. "I love using this one when I need something in my ass." Next came out a small vibrator. "This is great on my clit. Last but not least," I placed a fleshed coloured dildo on the table next to the others. It was nine inches long and an inch and half thick with a suction cup base and fake balls. 

My brother's jaw dropped. I decided to share more information than I had planned. 

"It took me a while to fit this monster inside me, but it slips in now. I love the suction cup because I can stick it to my wall and have it fuck me from behind." I noticed Eric start to shift uncomfortably. "Sometimes I stick it to the ground," I continued, "I love how it's balls hit me. When I take it to the hilt and rotate my hips the balls rub against my clit. Last time I did that, I nearly passed out I came so hard. Was that all you wanted to know?"

"Yes." He squeaked out, unable to hide his rising cock. 

"Truth or Dare?" I left the toys out on the coffee table in front of us. The tequila bottle and glasses completely forgotten. My brother's rising cock distracting me. 

"Truth."

He was trying to play it safe. No chance on that. 

"Did hearing how I use my toys to fuck myself turn you on?" His cock became noticeably harder, now fully erect. 

"Y-yes." My brother's breathing became erratic. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

Eric took a deep breath. "Take off all your clothes and leave them off."

Bingo. I had been waiting for that. Standing, I kicked off my sandals then turned to face him fully. First my tank top came off followed by my shorts, leaving me standing in a black lace bra and panties set. Reaching behind me, I unhooked my bra but didn't let it fall. I watched him stare at my chest for a moment then slowly let it fall off my arms and to the ground. 

Eric moaned at the sight of my double D breasts exposed. I watched him as I brought my hands to my nipples and rolled them between my fingers, making them hard. 

"Oh shit," my brother whispered. 

"Do you like them?" I tugged at them, making me wetter and soaking my panties. 

"Yes."

Releasing my nipples, I brought my hands down my body, hooked my fingers in my underwear, and slowly took them off. There I stood before my little brother, my pussy wet, completely bare, with his cock standing at attention.

"Truth or Dare little brother?" Please choose dare. 

"D-dare."

"I dare you," I took a couple of steps and straddled his legs, his erection pointing up between us. "To use your hands and mouth on my breasts for five minutes." 

Not needing any coaxing, my brother brought both his hands to my breasts and squeezed them. He pushed them together then apart before using his fingers to pinch my nipples. It felt amazing. Eric rolled them, tugged them, and pinched them enthusiastically, his touches becoming more firmer. 

"I said," I pulled his head to me, "to use your hands and mouth."

My little brother didn't need to be told twice. Lips immediately found my nipple and he started to suck and I could no longer hold back my moans. 

"Oh yes little brother, suck me." I rubbed my wet pussy against his legs, coating them. "Feel what you're doing to me?"

"Yes." He pinched hard. 

"AH! D-do you, oh god yes keep doing that." He was now switching between breasts, biting at the hard nubs. I forgot my question.

"Truth," Eric sucked on a nipple, "or Dare?"

"Dare." I had no clue if five minutes where up and at this point I didn't care. All that mattered was the hope that his dare would be good. 

"Suck my cock."

It was better than good. Without a word, I quickly slipped off his lap and fell to my knees between his legs. I had been hoping for this dare since he took off his pants. Taking his hard cock in my hand, I stroked it as I pushed it up. At the first touch of my tongue on his balls, my little brother moaned loudly. I licked one before taking it into my mouth and repeated it to the other. 

"Fuck." My brother was gently rocking his hips now. 

Letting his balls go, I cupped them with my hands, massaging gently. I stilled and waited for my brother to look down at me. Once our eyes met I lowered my mouth over the head of his cock. When his eyes darted away from mine, I stopped. I wanted him to see his sister suck his cock. 

Eric's gaze returned to mine and I began sucking him and massaging his balls again. Taking as much of his seven inches I could, I decided to try deepthroating for the first time. I didn't have him all the way in before I started gagging. After pulling back, I tried again not getting any more of him in. I took his hand and placed it on my head. The smart boy didn't need to be told what to do and helped push my head down to take more of him. I still didn't hit the base, but I got closer. 

"Hmmm, I'll have to practice more on you later." I commented after finally taking my mouth off him. My brother's cock twitched. Now I began to suck him off in earnest, my head bobbing up and down his slippery shaft quickly. 

"Sis I'm about to... Oh god, suck me off sis" my brother's hips thrusted up. He started pulling at my hair trying to get my mouth off him. "I'm about to cum!"

"Good." I returned to sucking him. If he was going it come anywhere, it would be my mouth. It didn't take long before I felt the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed around his cock, taking load after load in my mouth and didn't waste a drop. Once done cumming, I licked his cock clean. 

"Truth or Dare?" 

"Truth. I don't think I can take any more dares right now," my brother answered.

"Did you like having your big sister suck your cock?" I leaned down and licked his soft member, wishing it was hard again so I could suck it some more.

"Yes. Your mouth is amazing."

"So... you'll help me practice deepthroating?" I tried to ask as innocently as possible.

"Yes," Eric grinned. "Until you are a master at it."

I would get my lips around his cock again, I smiled happily at the thought.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." I answered. His last one was fantastic and I hoped this one would be as well.

"I dare you to use your toys in front of me."

I thought for a minute, planning what to do. Glad I left everything out, I reached into the bag that held more of my sex toys and pulled out a bottle of lube. Time to put on a show my little brother would never forget. 

I sat on the coffee table in front of him and opened my legs, giving Eric his first look at my pussy. 

"See how wet you've made me?" I used my hands to open myself fully for him to see.

"Fuck." His eyes were glued to my pussy.

Keeping myself open, I used a finger to gently rub my swollen clit. I shuddered at the touch, more sensitive tonight than I realized. I stood and turned around so my ass was facing my brother now. I grabbed my bottle of lube squeezed some onto my fingers and used my other had to spread my ass cheeks. The lube felt cold against my asshole as I rubbed it, I pushed my fingers in. I removed my fingers and grabbed the lube again, this time squirting some on the buttplug I still had on the coffee table.

Biting my lip in anticipation, I dropped the lube and picked up the plug, bringing it back around to my ass. I turned to watch my brother's face as I pushed it all the way in, fitting it snuggly inside. Never had I done this in front of someone else and I found my cunt dripping in excitement. I used both hands to now spread my asscheeks so my brother could get a better view. His soft cock began to harden.

I turned to face my brother once more and sat on the coffee table again, making sure to tilt my hips a bit so the base of the buttplug was flat against the table, pushing it into me. Reaching out, I took my favourite dildo off the table and brought it to my mouth, making a show of sucking it and cupping the balls. 

It was a bit big to suck, so I reached into my bag again and pulled out a much smaller black one with no fake balls. Taking the black dildo in my mouth, I brought my larger one down to my pussy, rubbing it's head up and down my slit. Relaxing, I pushed the large head of my nine inch dildo inside of me and paused while I got used to it inside. Ever so slowly, and watching Eric stare intently between my legs, I pushed it inside me until I hit it's base. I removed the black dildo from my mouth.

"I love having every hole filled and stretched out." Returning the dildo to my mouth to suck, I watched his eyes dart from my face to my pussy, taking it all in. My brother's cock was hard again. Slowly, I started to fuck myself with the fake cock inside me, enjoying the way Eric's eyes couldn't stay still.

It didn't take long before I was rocking my hips to meet my thrusts, moaning loudly as my orgasm built. Having my little brother watch was turning me on more than I thought it would and soon I came around the large dildo inside me, pushing it hard into myself. I shuddered. There I was, completely naked sitting on the coffee table in front of my little brother, my buttplug in my ass, sucking on a dildo, and a fake cock in my pussy. After one last shudder, I pulled the dildo from my pussy and brought it to my mouth to lick it clean.

"Fuck it," was the only thing I heard before I felt my brother lift me to my feet making me drop both my dildos, then he tugged me to the middle of the living room. He laid down and pulled me down over him. Without warning he pushed my hips down on his cock, entering me fully. 

I didn't need any coaxing to start bouncing on my brother's hard cock. It was finally inside me and I wasn't going to waste any time. The feeling of him thrusting up into me while the buttplug stayed in my ass overwhelmed me and I came the hardest I ever had and after only a minute of fucking. I was spent but that didn't stop me from continuing to fuck my brother, he deserved to cum also.

"Come on little brother," I said. "Cum inside your big sister's pussy. You'd like that right?"

"Yes!" Eric flipped us around so my back was now on the floor and he slammed into me. At the speeding up his thrusts, I was surprised to find another orgasm building inside myself. "Your pussy feels great on my cock. Do you like having your little brother slam it into it you?"

"Oh god Eric!" I wrapped my legs around his back. "Fuck my cunt! Pound me into the floor!" 

My brother was slamming hard and fast into me when he came with a yell, shooting cum deep inside me. At the feeling of the first spurt painting my insides, I came around him.

Breathing hard and sweating, Eric fell on top of me, his softening cock still inside me. There was no way my legs where going to work after that last orgasm.

"Hey sis?"

"Hmmm?" I asked drowsily, already deciding to just sleep on the floor with my brother's soft cock inside me.

"Truth or Dare?"

I started to laugh.



Truth or Dare?



 This is an updated version of a previously written story I submitted under a different username.

*****

I was suspicious as soon as I heard the oozing sweetness in her voice. My wife of four years called me at work just before noon. She asked me if I would be willing to go "rescue" her 18 year old little sister and bring her back to California. She went on to tell me how her sister had just broken up with her jerk of a boyfriend and was out of a place to live. She then confessed that she had volunteered me to do the four hour each way turn around trip from our place to Vegas.

Six hours later I pulled up outside my sister's work place to pick her up. We swung by and grabbed a few boxes of her possessions out of her friend's car, and were quickly on our way back across the desert.

As the misfit of the family, she has always leveraged shock value to get attention. She had several tattoos, her hair was always a different color, today it was bleached blond, and she had a sailor's vocabulary. Whereas my wife is an athlete and well put together, the most exercise my sister seems to get is lifting her fork or rolling a joint. Her weight had spiraled up over the last couple of years, but even with her being 5'5" and close to 200 pounds; still, she is a very attractive girl.

As soon as we were out of town, she asked me if it was okay if she changed from her work clothes and put on something more travel friendly. I told her that it was no problem and I would be happy to stop at the next rest stop. She said, "No need to pull off," as she quickly stripped her shirt over head, as she gave me a great view of her red bra with a sparkling rhinestone in the middle, holding two of the largest jiggling tits I had ever seen. She reached around and grabbed her tank top from her backpack and pulled it on, still showing off her amazing cleavage. She then wiggled out of her pants, and I saw that she wore a matching red thong. She then pulled on some loose fitting cut off sweat shorts over her thick thighs.

She looked at me and, catching me watching her, gave me a coy smile and said, "It's a long drive, let's play a game."

I said, "Sure, what are you up for?"

"I don't know, what do you want to play?" She replied.

"It was your suggestion babe, you pick," I said.

"How about Truth or Dare?" she asked with surprise hint of trepidation.

"Are you sure?" I asked, with my eyebrow cocked.

She giggled and said with mock confidence, "I am sure, unless you want to chicken out!"

I smiled and said, "You're on! We'll play 'Truth or Dare?'"

"Truth," she said.

"Okay, tell me where you got that fantastic bra and panty set," I asked.

"Oh, did you like them?" she smiled and then continued, "I got them at Victoria's Secret." Then she quickly said, "Your turn, Truth or Dare?"

I went for truth to see what kind of tone she was going to take to this game. She turned toward me and said, "Boxers or briefs, which do you wear?"

It was my turn to smile, and I replied, "Neither, I prefer to go commando, it saves on the wash."

Her face looked a bit shocked as my answer had caught her a bit off guard. I continued and asked her, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth" she replied.

I asked, "When did you lose your virginity."

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and took a deep breath as she shifted in her seat to face me. "In the eighth grade, and it was with Tommy Peterson. We went to the winter formal dance at school and afterwards one thing lead to another. He ended getting about three thrusts in with his four-inch dick before he blew his load. It was so sad and quick, he totally left me frustrated and disappointed. We broke up shortly thereafter."

She raised one of her feet up and rested her chin on her knee while sitting toward me giving me a peek down her loose shorts at her red lacy thong. "Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Truth," I said as she caught me stealing a look down her shorts.

"Are you enjoying the view?" She asked, while looking downward shyly.

I replied, "I do indeed like the view. I have always thought you were very attractive. But to tell you the truth, because I am driving, I don't get to appreciate it fully."

She squirmed a little and said, "Thank you, you are pretty hot yourself.",

I asked her, "Truth or Dare?"

She answered, "Truth."

"What was your most embarrassing moment," I asked.

She laughed and said, "When I was fourteen. It was that Labor Day party at my Grandparent's pool. You and my sister had just started dating and I had the biggest crush on you. I dove in trying to show off and when I came up my bikini top had slipped down exposing my right tit to you, and my cousin Billy saw it. Billy, the perv, still has never let me live that down."

I laughed with her and said, "I totally remember that you were so cute and adorable and I remember that you turned completely red. You really did look good in that bikini."

She asked me "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," I replied.

"What do you mean, 'I looked good in that bikini' and what were you thinking when that happened? Remember, it was embarrassing, so please be kind," she said with a smile.

I took a deep breath and confessed, "That little black bikini was hot and left little to the imagination. You had bloomed so early and you already had a great chest. The thought of that cute pink nipple that was hard and puckered has been the subject of more than one lonely evening fantasy for me. Out of curiosity, how big was your bust then?"

She smirked, "Humm... at 14? I was only a 34 c. What do you mean 'lonely evening fantasy?'"

I shifted in my seat, "Um, you know, things to think about when the only date I have is my right hand."

She laughed and said, "I had NO IDEA, you have ever thought of me in that way."

I said, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," she said as she slowly waved her bent leg back and forth slowly exposing more and more of her panties to me.

I asked, "So, when did your crush on me end?"

She bit her bottom lip a little and sheepishly answered, "Who said it ended?"

She looked up and I smiled, which seemed to reassure her a bit as I said, "Well, I am very flattered and deeply honored."

She looked over at me and said "I drank 2 big cups of coffee this afternoon at work; I've got to stop and pee at the next gas station."

I told her, "I have to do the same. I'll keep my eye out."

She asked me, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," I said.

She replied, "What was the kinkiest thing I had done while making this drive to Vegas?"

I answered, "Your sister and I would always play on this stretch of road. She would flash truckers, she would suck me off, I would play with her, and we would stop on the side of the road and screw. We even found a glory hole in one of the rest stops once and played for an hour with anonymous travelers. Yeah, the kinkiest time had to be the time at the glory hole."

My wife can come off as a prude, so this shocked her. She blushed and said, "I had no idea, I thought I was the wild one. Tell me what happened?"

I continued, "Well, we stopped at the rest stop and I noticed there was a 3-inch hole drilled between two of the stalls in the men's bathroom. I told her about it but she didn't believe me. The bathroom was empty so I took her in to show her. We heard footsteps coming, so we ducked into the handicapped stall and locked the door. We hear the door next to us open then close and the sound of a zipper. I peeked through the hole and saw the guy pissing. As his stream ended he started fondling his dick until it got hard. Your sister pushed me out of the way to take a look just as he pushed his hard dick through the hole. I whispered to her to take hold of it and help the guy out. She reached out and started stroking him slowly. She picked up speed as we heard additional footsteps coming down the steps outside. I could see the guys fingers grasp the top of the stall as he grunted and started to shoot all over your sister's hands."

"Oh my god!" she squealed.

"There's more," I said. "The guy pulled back and opened the door and we could hear him acknowledge the man from the other footsteps who had entered the bathroom. We heard the door on the stall next to us open and shut again and I peeked through the hole. I could see a perfectly shaped and sized cock pointing towards us as he gently fed it through the hole. I asked your sister if she was ready for another one and suggested that she take this one in her mouth. She leaned down and stroked the guy two or three times before leaning down and took him in her mouth. As she was bent over, I pulled up her skirt and moved her panties to the side to begin fingering her. She was so soaked and turned on, and she was moaning on the guys cock. I moved in behind her and started to fuck her as she sucked the strangers cock. I could tell by the guys groaning that he was close, and within a couple of minutes he started cuming in your sister's mouth. She was so turned on by the whole experience that her pussy started to clamp down on my dick as she came, forcing me over the edge. Yeah, that was the kinkiest thing we've ever done on this trip across the desert anyway." I finished with a wink.

My sister had her mouth agape in shock and she was flushed across her chest; "Truth or Dare?" I asked.

"Truth," she answered, still reeling from my recent revelation.

I replied, "Tell me about one of your kinkiest desires."

She looked down and squirmed a little. She looked over at me and said, "Do you really want to know?"

I said, "I'd love to know you a bit better, try and shock me."

She smiled and looked me dead in the eyes, "Pee turns me on."

"Really, what part of it turns you on?" I asked.

"Watching and being watched. Just talking about it causes me to tingle," she said.

Her bravado seemed to come back as she asked me, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," I answered.

That seemed to catch her a bit off guard. She thought for a moment and said, "I dare you to prove you aren't wearing any underwear."

I thought of whipping out my cock for her, but decided to go with a bit more build up. I pulled the side of my shorts up to the waistband to show her that I wasn't wearing underwear; then I adjusted my cock as I pulled the leg back down.

I asked her, "Truth or Dare?"

She answered, "Dare."

I dared her to take off her bra. She smiled and reached under her tank top to pull her bra off over her shoulders leaving her tank top on. Without her bra I could make out the outline of her nipples that had hardened and were standing at attention. She tossed her bra at me and I looked at the tag, it read "40DD."

She smacked me and said, "Guys are such pigs." She then looked at me and said, "Truth or Dare?"

I took another truth and she asked what I thought about her, "Am I pretty," she asked. I told her that, although she was bigger, I thought that she was beautiful in her own right.

I asked her, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," she answered.

I asked her, "How turned on are you right now?"

She opened her legs and pulled her shorts to the side, showing me the large wet spot that had soaked through her red panties. She said, "What do you think? Look at what you have done to me. This certainly isn't pee, although I really do have to go." Then she said, "Your turn, Truth or Dare?"

I said, "I have to go too, and it looks like we are still a ways off to the next gas station. I'll take a dare this time."

She reached back and found an empty Gatorade bottle as she said, "I dare you to pee in this."

I cocked my eyebrow at her told her to hold on to the wheel. At 75 miles an hour I took out my penis and stuck the tip in the bottle then started to fill it up. She moved her head down for a close up and said, "That is one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

I finished and tucked myself back in, then told her that it was her turn.

She said, "I don't think I can aim that well."

I laughed and told her it was her turn for Truth or Dare.

She said, "Truth." I asked her if she was having fun. She told me that indeed she was and added that she had been attracted to me for a long time. She also added "Seeing you piss made me have to go even worse. I need you to pull over now!"

I found a side road where we could exit so she could pee. When we slowed to a stop she jumped out and dropped her shorts and red panties and squatted next to the truck. I could hear the pee hitting the ground and asked her to see her panties. She smiled and tossed them to me. As I caught them, I noticed how the gusset was wet. I looked at the tag and saw that she was a size 16. Then I tossed them in the back of my truck along with her matching bra. As she continued to pee she looked directly at me. With a wicked smile, asked me if I wanted to watch.

I scooted over in the seat and, as she continued to squat, she pulled her fat lips apart so I could watch. Her piss streamed in an arc before hitting the ground with a splash. I felt myself get thick and had to adjust my cock.

She finished, pulled up her shorts and jumped back in. She said, "Thank you, I really needed that."

As we returned to the road, she asked me, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," I responded.

"Did it turn you on to watch me pee?" She asked.

I answered, "Very much. I wish I had seen more, but just the sound of it, along with your wicked grin, was a huge turn on for me." I was anxious for the game to continue, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," she replied.

"I dare you to flash the next trucker we pass," I said.

She said, "Okay, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," I answered.

"What is your favorite sexual thing to do?" she asked.

"Mmmm," I thought before answering. "I like almost anything sexual, but my favorite thing is making a woman squirt. There really is no comparison to the feeling of satisfaction that I get to have my partner, after back to back orgasms, culminate in the ultimate orgasmic expression by squirting all over the place." 

"I'm almost afraid to ask," she replied, "but what do you mean?"

I turned to her and said, "A woman can have two distinct orgasms, the first that radiates out of your clit, the second from deep inside you pussy, and it's connected with your g-spot."

As I was finishing my explanation, I pointed at a truck we were about to pass. I slowed down to the pace of the truck while she turned to the window and lifted her shirt. Her massive juggs jiggled as they came into view. Her puckered nipples pointing proudly toping her light pink areolas. The trucker smiled from ear to ear and waved back to us. My sister pulled her shirt down and sat back saying, "Wow, that was really more exciting than I expected."

I looked at her tank top to see the nipples jutting at attention, and I nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, I can see that." I then said, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," she said.

I asked, "What is the most orgasms you've had in a single session?"

She looked at me quizzically and said, "Uh, just one."

"So far," I quipped with a grin.

"So far then," she smiled and asked, "Truth or Dare?"

"I'll take a dare," I replied.

She thought for a moment and said, "I dare you to let me touch your cock."

I pulled the leg of my shorts aside and presented my semi-stiff member to her. She slid over and took my shaft in one hand, while with her other, she caressed my hairless balls. She cooed as my penis stiffened in her hand. Taking a couple of slow strokes she inhaled deeply and said, "Very, very nice. I especially love how smooth you feel." After another minute of this, she sat back and said, "I'll take a dare."

She was sitting Indian style on the seat facing me, and I could tell that she was soaking through the crotch on her shorts. "I dare you to let me taste your juices," I said. She pulled her shorts aside and her plump, glistening, shaved pussy came into view. Her lips were slightly parted and I could see her creamy clear and white juices oozing out. She leaned back and said, "Here you go." I took a finger and, while sliding it slowly up her slit, her juices coated the end of my finger, and I could feel her legs shutter. I then took this finger and put it in my mouth, tasting the sweet, citrus taste of her pussy. She moaned deeply while watching me lick my finger clean.

I looked at her and, with a wink, said, "Dare."

She told me that she needed an orgasm in the worst way, and could I finger her while we were driving. She put her feet on the dash, leaned the seat back, and I went to work. I started with her clit moving back and forth and up and down slowly. I would then slide my middle finger into her slick tunnel to get more moisture. then go back to her clit. I would bring her to the brink then shift back to rubbing her inner lips and sliding my finger into her. after ten minutes she was begging me to let her cum. I took a few quick swipes to her clit and she was screaming in orgasm. Afterward, said, "Oh My God that was amazing!"

I told her, "That was only the beginning; it gets a lot better." Then I smiled.

She said, "Pull off the road."

We pulled off onto another side road. I came around her side of the truck, laid her back on the seat and took off her shorts. Then I pulled her tank top over her head. Going down on her I began slowly licking her clit, while putting two fingers deep inside to rub her G-Spot.

She said, "Oh my god, what are you doing down there? It feels fucking amazing!" as she writhed all over the seat.

I stopped licking and said, "I am going to make you squirt," then I went back to nibbling her clit.

She was moaning and groaning as I was licking, sucking and plunging my fingers faster and faster. She grabbed my head with one hand and the steering wheel with the other as her thick thighs started to tremble. I slowed my fingers while increasing the flicking of my tongue. Her juices were flowing, her nipples rigid and hard, and the veins in her neck contracted as she started to orgasm. While her pussy tightened around my fingers, I started to rub her g-spot. While one orgasm subsided, a second started to build. I had two fingers massaging her g-spot while I shifted my body up, taking a nipple in my mouth. I sucked and nibbled on one nipple, while with my other hand, I caressed the other. I could feel her build, as she her spread legs and started to quiver. Her whole body began to convulse as she screamed in pleasure, "Holy Fuuuuuuuck!"

I then lowered myself back down her body and, putting one of her legs on each of my shoulders, my tongue went back to work on her erect clit. She was sweating and panting and trying to catch her breath as she squirmed under my touch. I took some of the juices that were running down her pussy and lubed my other index finger, then slid it under her to her ass hole. I applied a little bit of pressure as I continued to lap her pussy.

Her next orgasm hit within seconds as I wiggled my finger on her ass and flicked my tongue over her clit.

"This is too much, but oh my god, it feels so amazing!" She moaned.

I switched back to rubbing her g-spot, while rising up her to kiss her and caress her body. Her orgasms were building and climaxing faster and harder. She reached up to grab the steering wheel and pull her knees up to her chest, leaving her pussy gaping open while my fingers continued to work their magic inside her. Her body tightened up and she exploded, squirting all over me and the seat. She ejaculated in such quantity that it soaked into the seat and filled the air with the pungent smell of sweat and citrus.

Her eyes got wide as she said, "What the fuck was that?"

I told her, "That my dear, is you squirting."

She said, "Oh my god, that was the most amazing thing that I have ever experienced. I have never even read about something that good."

She could feel my hard cock on her leg as we lay beside each other. Giving it a squeeze, she said, "You poor man, we need to take care of you."




Truth or Dare?



She rolled me on my back and took my shirt and shorts off, exposing my shaved cock and balls at full attention, and pulsating with my heart beat. She cupped my balls and leaned down to slowly suck my dick and lick the underside of my head. She then straddled me and guided my hard manhood into her soft, plump, wet pussy as she sat on me. I reached up and took hold of her massive tits and started massaging them as she slowly started sliding up and down my shaft.

Her pace quickened while I told her how beautiful she was, and how much I appreciated the view. While she rode me her huge breasts bounced up and down. The veins running through her nipples from her neck and chest were clearly visible on her milky white skin. She screamed from another orgasm, causing her pussy to contract around my shaft. I thrust my hips upward to bury myself deeper inside her. I grabbed her hips as I shoot my load into her. She collapsed on top of me while we kissed. Our tongues danced together as I softened and slipped from her. 

She said, "That was fucking amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

I told her that I felt she was incredible and that was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. She smiled and slid down my body and took my cock into her mouth to clean me up. I suggested we should get back on the road. 

The sun was setting as we dressed and as we turned onto the freeway with 200 miles still to go; I saw the twinkle in her eye as she said, "Truth or Dare..."



Truth or Dare?



All persons in this story are more than 18 years old.

*****

"Truth or dare?" Caroline asked. She was looking at her brother Mike with her playful blue eyes. She rested her head in her hands and lifted her body with her elbows. He could see her firm breasts at the size of cantaloupes. She was dressed in sportswear as highlighted her small ass and long legs. His nineteen-year-old sister was for sure a beautiful girl! His friends used to tell him that she was a hottie. 

She was not only his sister but also his good friend. She was the one he informed after his first kiss in his early teenage. She told him all about her boyfriends and all the secrets the girls at the school were talking about. They had no secrets for each other and they grow up both as siblings and as best friends. 

This evening she had visited him. He had his own flat nearby the university. Not a big flat but a small one-room apartment. He had started to study at the nearby university; she was still a student at college. 

"Truth" he answered. Everybody could see that they were siblings. They both had blond hear, the same blue eyes and even the same shape at their noses. 

"What is the most kinky thing you have done sexually?" she asked. He blushed red. He didn't know that to tell her. 

"I can not tell!" he stammered. 

"Of course you can! We have always trusted each other! You can tell whatever you have done. It will be our secret!"

"Promise you newer tell anybody?" She nodded and he knew that he could trust her. 

"Ok, I fucked Mrs Brown, Edith Brown." She gasped to her brother. Edith Brown was the Josh´s mother and Josh was her brother's best friend. 

"Josh´s mother?" she asked just to make sure that they talked about the same women. He nodded. 

"Do he know?" 

"Of course not! I told you this is a secret! Promise me you never tell anybody!" Caroline tried to picture Edith Brown. She could understand that her brother felt attracted to these women even she was at their own mother's age. She was slim for the age. Her breasts was bigger that her own, of course her butt to. 

"How old she?"

"45!" he answered.

"The same age as mom!" she laught to her brother. "Do you feel attracted to older ladies?" 

"I guess it is the forbidden fruit that attempt me! But yes I like mature girls. In fact I think all boys my age do! Josh and I often talk about mature girls. But I can't tell him that I am screwing his own mother" Mike said and smiled do his sister. He hoped she didn't see him as a pervert. "Do you find that strange?" he asked her. She shook her head as an answer. 

"How did it start?" she looked at her brother again. She felt that her brother's confession made her horny. 

"Hello! That's your second question! Truth or dare?" he said. He smiled to her and felt that it was good to give her the challenge. 

"Truth! I guess I already know you question!" 

"I guess you do! What is the most kinky ting you have done sexually?" This time it was Caroline's turn to blush red. She smiled to him and knew that he would feel that she was just as kinky as him. 

"I gave my teacher Jack a blow-job!" 

"Hello! And you tell me that I´m kinky"

"Jack is only 35 years old and he is not the father to my best friend! I don't think he got any child's at all. Do you see the different!" she looked her brother in his eyes and smiled to him. "How old is Edith? 45! And who is her son?"

"And how did you end up sucking your teacher" he asked. 

"I tell you when you have told me how you ended up fucking Edith." Mike looked at his sister again. He felt that their conversation made him horny. His dick was going to be stiff. Could she possibly se that his dick was growing he thought for him selves.  

"It is not easy to tell exactly when it started. Maybe the summer I was eighteen years old. I think she started to look at me more as a man and less as a child. Se has always been friendly, but the last couples of years I think she has flirted." He started and she nodded. She looked at her brother and felt that this story made her wet. She pictured her brother and the mature women. Edith with her black long hear and milky-white skin. The picture was a beautiful picture of a loving woman that made a younger boy to a man. 

"Continue!" He was reassured by her glance. He could feel that she didn't condemn him. 

"You remember this summer, Josh and his father had their trip up to the mountains. Living in the nature for a couple of weeks."

"Yes I remember! Didn't you help her with her computer or something" once more he nodded. 

"Yes, she called me, she had some problems with her computer she said. It was easy to fix. While I fixed her computer she did stand bellow me. She looked at me. I felt that she undressed me with her eyes. I have to tell you that I have had some fantasies about her! She is a hot women." Caroline could only agree. She liked girls as well, and she wouldn't deny Edith. 

"Yes she is hot! You know I like girls as well. And I agree. I am picturing her and it make me horny." He looked at his sister. Did she tell him that she as well liked females? Fuck it! She was hot. His sister was hot! For the first time he looked at his sister with lust. She brought him back to earth. 

"Come on! Tell me more!"

"It was a hot summer-day and she was dressed in a short skirt and snug blouse. I think she tempted me. That she was horny and had decided to seduce me. She touched me with every occasion. She told me that I was good looking man as well. After I fixed her computer she invited me for a drink. She gave me at glass of white wine and se let her fingers stroke my arm. I guess she had been drinking before I came." 

Caroline felt that her pussy started getting wet. Her brother's story made her horny. She pushed her thighs together making her selves massage her pussy. Mike on the other hand also got horny of telling her about Edith seducing him. His dick was hard as steel. He looked at his sister and saw that her eyes were shining of lust. Fuck it! His sister looked horny. She had the same glance in her eyes as Edith had had that evening. 

"She asked me directly if I had any girlfriends and when I told her that I didn't have any she asked me if she could be my friend. What could I say? I was really horny at her! She took the leader-roll. She placed her hand at my thigh and se let her fingers stroke upwards my really hard dick." 

Caroline looked at her brother's dick. She could see that it was hard and big. He had a really big dick. Their conversation made them both horny. 

"Just as hard as your dick is no? she asked and laughed. He looked at his big one and nodded. This is wrong he told him self. It is wrong to be hard while you tell your sister your most dirty secrets. 

"Don't let me interrupt you" she said and told him to continue.

"She opened my zipper! She took my dick and she gave it her hands. It was awesome! Then she kissed me! She really kissed me. I felt her tongue inside my mouth at the same time as she was masturbating me." Caroline felt she needed to do something. Her pussy was wet and warm and her brother's story made her so horny. 

"Your story makes me so horny! Would I bother you if I undo my pants?" She knew it would be wrong but she needed to do something. Mike was horny as well and he really understood his sister. He did also need to do something with his stiff dick. 

"We can both masturbate!" he answered and he saw his sister nodded. The both took off their panties and trousers. Mikes dick banged against his stomach. It was bigger than any dick Caroline ever had seen before. Her brother's dick was really big! Mike looked at her as well. Her missy was shaved and he could see her pink lower lips. Then they both started to masturbate. They looked at each other and both had forbidden fantasies. 

"Edith swallowed my dick. She gave med a blow-job more intense than I ever have had before. It was crazy to look at my best friends mother while she sucked my dick. Her red lips encircled my dick. It was hot! Fucking hot!" While he told her about Edith he stroke his own dick. He looked at her and she fingered her self. Her re-painted fingers stroke her pussy. He saw her put one, finger, then two fingers inside her self. She looked hot! 

"Would you like me to give you my hand while you tell me the story?" He didn't believe what he heard. His own sister suggested to fist-fuck him.

"Wouldn't it be incest?" she nodded

"Maybe? I am not sure. I will only masturbate you, and you can masturbate me" She looked at her brother with lust. She knew she would like to do more than masturbate. She was hornier than ever. He felt her body against his. He felt her hand touch his dick. The same forbidden feeling as Edith ones gave him. He laid his hand at her thigh. He let his finger seek her mouse. She was warm and wet. His finger slipped into her pussy. It gurgled when his finger was fucking his own sister's pussy. 

They both undressed. Her breast was smaller than Edith's. Her nipples pink. Edith's was brown. He compered his young sister with his mature lover. Edith had black hear. Caroline was blond. Caroline's pussy was saved while Edith's like a wild jungle with black hear. He heard his sister moan. 

"Continue, your story makes me so horny!" 

"We ended up in their bed. Josh´ mother and me lied together in her bed. To difference in age made me hot, and the knowledge that we crossed a forbidden line made it even hotter!." 

"Like this?" my sister questioned and I saw her lick my dick. She looked at me with a smile. 

"Is it hot to know that your sister is going to give you a blow-job?" I saw my sister not only kiss my dick. She did swallow it. Her small red lips around my big dick. I pushed her head. My fingers stroke through her hair. I moaned and she fucked my dick with her mouth. Then she started to kiss my stomach. She looked at me with eyes that begged me to do something with her. 

"Did she fuck you?"

"Yes she did! She did ride me. I saw her ass lifting up and down. I felt her warm pussy. She fucked me hard! I liked her big breast. I sucked her brown nipples." 

"Can I ride you as well? I know it will be incest but it will be our secret!" There was nothing I would like more than to feel my sister ride me. I nodded and I saw that she sat in my lap. Her pussy and my dick met each other. I saw my dick glide inside her pink pussy lips. Fuck she was tight. My hands stroke her narrow waist. I heard her gasp. Her nails scratched my breast. She groaned and bent over me. Kissed me. I kissed my sister. Our tongues started dancing. 

"Who do you prefer? Johs ´mother or your sister?" what I sick question? I didn't know what to answer. 

"You are so different! I love to fuck my young sister and I love to feel my best friends mother!" She kissed me. 

"I will forgive you brother! In fact you make me horny telling me about fucking her!" She fucked me harder and I heard that she groaned higher. I squeezed her tight ass. Ediths ass was tight as well but it was bigger. 

"What would you say if you find Josh fuck our mother?" I pushed my dick hard into my sister vagina. I pictured Josh fuck mom. I wouldn't get angry. In fact the picture of my mother fucking made me even hornier. 

"I would let him fuck her! Would you?"

"Yes! I think it is hot to picture mum fuck him!" I pressed my finger inside her anus. I felt her pussy milk my dick. She groaned. 

"Fuck me brother! Fuck your sister!"

I couldn't hold my semen back. I had to squirt.

"I can't hold it back!"

"Squirt inside me! Make your semen into your sisters pussy!"



Truth or Dare



"Okay, boys, I'm heading out now!" Aaron's mother, Lauren, called out as he and his father walked into the kitchen.

"I'll see you later, honey." Lauren said, kissing Aaron's father on the lips as she began to step out the door. Before she walked out she turned to Aaron: "And you, young man. You better not get into trouble while we're gone tonight. We might not come back until very late or early tomorrow morning."

"I know, I know, mom." Aaron started, "I'll just be here handing out candy. My plans got canceled at the last minute anyway. By the way, where were you guys going again?" he said, mostly out of boredom as opposed to actually caring.

"We'll be at Nicole's, she's hosting a party with a bunch of people you may or may not know. Nothing you need to worry about, I guess." Lauren said flatly. "Now goodbye, sweetie. I'll see you tomorrow." With that she headed out the door.

Aaron's parents were going to a Halloween party at their friend's house, and his mother had left early to help get set up. They were apparently going her friend Nicole's from work, and Aaron's head immediately shot to images of Nicole who came over almost every week and he knew pretty well. His mom's friend was an absolute bombshell. She was in her 30s, but she was incredibly fit and she was one of the hottest women he'd ever met. She was average height but she had killer tits and an ass to die for. He'd imagined fucking her many times over the course of their acquaintance, and every time he met her she winked at him, seemingly knowing something he didn't.

Aaron walked upstairs to his room, trying to picture what slutty costume she'd be wearing for Halloween, dreaming about one day being able to hit that. She was married, though. "Too bad," he thought to himself. He was set for a pretty boring day, and reserved himself to messing around in his room, when after a few hours, he heard the phone ring.

He walked out of his room to get the phone, when the ringing stopped. Aaron stepped down the stairs and saw his father had answered it. He overheard what he was saying.

"Are you sure you need me?" his father asked the voice on the phone, probably some work friend on the phone.

"Yeah, you're right. That's a pretty big account. We can't afford to have anything happen. I'll come down there tonight. Just let me get my things in order. I can be there in a few hours." He continued, replying to a voice he couldn't here. Apparently his father's work needed him for something. His father hung up the phone and turned around, seeing his son on the staircase.

"Aaron! There you are!" he said, walking toward him.

"What's up, dad?" Aaron asked, wondering what had happened.

"Oh, nothing. A client got cold feet and wants to be rewalked through everything. I have to go down to the property in Copperopolis. It's a few hours away. I probably won't be back until late tomorrow night."

"Oh shit, really? That sucks... What about your party with mom?" Aaron asked, wondering what he planned to do.

"Yeah, about that. I was gonna ask you if you'd go for me and tell your mother I couldn't come. I know she'll just wanna leave if she has to be there by herself, but I could tell she was looking forward to it. Would you mind going there for me and staying for a bit so she can enjoy herself? I know it's your mother's friends and it's kind of a drag, but you'd be doing me a huge favor." He explained.

Aaron didn't have anything going on, and he assumed he'd be able to get a look at his mother's friend Nicole in her skimpy Halloween outfit, so he figured why not? "Sure, dad. It's not like I'm doing anything tonight, and I don't want mom to miss out on something she's been waiting for. Do I need a costume or something, though?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah. Just wear the one I got. I haven't even worn it yet, and we're similar builds so it shouldn't matter. Thanks for doing this for me. Your mother will really appreciate it."

"No problem. When am I supposed to be there?"

"Try to get there by 6. I have to leave real soon, so I'll leave the rest to you. Here's the address. Have fun!" Aaron's father said, picking up his coat and briefcase, handing Aaron the address before heading out the door.

Aaron went to inspect the costume he was to wear, seeing that it was only a stupid batman thing with a mask. "No problem, I guess." He was excited to go; he'd been pretty bored all day. Plus, he thought since he was doing his father a favor he'd be able to get away with some drinking. He was only 18 but his parents never seemed to care too much.

Aaron got ready for the party, putting on his costume and seeing what it looked like in the mirror. It fit him barely, he was a tad more muscular than his father, and it was pretty cheap. All in all, it was a fun suit, but the mask covered most of his head save for his mouth and eyes. You could hardly tell it was him.

Aaron himself was a strapping young man. He started for the basketball team in high school; they were an all-state caliber team that had won a few leagues. He was muscular from keeping up with the sport, and throughout high school he was taller than a lot of other players at 6'2". He had turned 18 a few months ago and was now in his first year of college, he played point guard in a D II college.

As he looked in the mirror, he briefly wondered what his mother would be wearing. His father had forgotten to tell him what costume she was going to be dressed in, and he thought he might be in trouble if she had a mask, like him. Aaron tried to ignore it, but it had not escaped his awareness that his mother was incredibly hot for her age. His friends always ribbed him about what a milf she was, and even he had to admit she looked great.

Aaron's mother, Lauren, was very petite, barely coming up to about 5'0", but curvy in all the right ways. She was already 35, but she looked like she was in her late twenties at her latest. She had a pear shaped figure with incredibly wide, sexy hips. She was a yoga instructor at a nearby studio, and as a result was incredibly lithe and fit. She had small, perky B-cup breasts that perfectly complimented her tiny figure, but what really stood out was her incredible ass. She had, even Aaron could see, as ashamed to admit it as he was, an absolutely phenomenal ass. It was perfectly round and bounced with her every step, making the most of her curvy, wide hips. He'd often accidentally find himself staring at her tight ass as she performed her morning yoga in the living room. Even as a mother in her mid 30s, Aaron's mother was a knockout.

Realizing he'd have no way to know in advance, Aaron decided he'd find his mother at the party and figure out what to do there. He drove to the house and got out of the car, hearing the music blaring even from the outside. He walked up the porch, opening the door and stepping inside.

Aaron looked around as he entered, realizing he probably knew absolutely no one at the entire party. The house was packed, and he could recognize no one that was unmasked. The other half of the people had some sort of mask on and he couldn't tell who they were even if he did actually know him.

He pushed through a crowd of people before spotting an incredibly hot woman walking towards him in a very revealing Pocahontas costume. He looked the woman's body up and down, enjoying the eye candy. The costume hardly covered her up, revealing much of her toned legs and hugging her lithe frame perfectly. It was a two piece costume, and the top showed off her perky but small breasts, emphasizing them with its tightness. The bottom was a loose skirt with a slit in it, revealing most of her thigh and only covering up to just below her ass. Finally, he looked up at her face to see who it was, and realized it was his mother!

Aaron was shocked at what she was wearing, and even more so that he had been checking her out, before he was interrupted as she eventually reached him.

"Hey baby!" his mother said, reaching her arms over his neck and pulling his head down towards hers. Aaron momentarily smelt alcohol and wondered what she was doing. His question was soon answered. She pressed her soft, full lips against his, melting in his mouth. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth, meeting his, before he could fully react to what was happening. He was making out with his mother!

His mother continued to passionately press her lips to his, before Aaron broke the kiss abruptly, to her confusion. "What the hell, mom?" he said, realizing she had no way of knowing his father wasn't coming.

"What the fuck? Aaron? Why didn't you tell me it was you before we started kissing? Why the hell are you even here, and in your father's costume?" she asked, seemingly mad.

"Dad got called for a work thing, he told me to come here and make sure you wouldn't leave on account of him. He wanted to enjoy yourself. I was GOING to tell you before you started mauling me with your tongue! What was that about?" Aaron asked, still surprised and, at this point, slightly aroused.

"Oh shit." Lauren said, realizing what she'd done. "Sorry about that, baby. I didn't know it was you. I'm gonna be honest, I've had a bit to drink."

"I can tell." Aaron said bluntly.

"Anyway, Aaron you really shouldn't be here. This is more of an adult party-" His mother was cut off by none other than her friend Nicole.

"Lauren! I can see your husband, Rick, has finally arrived. A little naughty to be kissing him like that in front of everyone!" she teased.

"Shit" Aaron thought to himself. She'd just seen his mother kiss him and thought he was his father now. He'd just planned on introducing himself. He hadn't thought that they might think he was his father.

"Uhh, yeah. Sorry about that. I guess I am a little naughty." Aaron's mother blurted out, lying to save herself the embarrassment of revealing she'd just kissed her son.

"Well, you two, come over here and get some drinks!" Nicole said, turning around and motioning towards the bar. Aaron instinctively looked down at his mother's friend, who was, ironically, wearing a catwoman costume. It was skin tight and really put her amazing ass and tits on display. He could see no visible panty lines and assumed, then, she wasn't wearing any. He could feel his cock start to stir in his pants, being tantalized by this view of her gorgeous body. She walked towards the bar, Aaron staring at her ass as her hips swayed back and forth.

"Aaron!" his mother said abruptly, snapping him out of his hypnosis.

"Shit, mom!" he said, remembering what had just happened. "What are we gonna do? They think I'm dad."

"Well, I really don't want to explain why I was kissing my own son like that, so I think you're just gonna have to tough it out." She explained.

"What do you mean?" Aaron said, puzzled.

"Tonight you're gonna have to act as your father. I don't want them thinking I'm some weirdo for making out with my son, even if it was on accident. Don't worry, we won't have any more of that."

"Fine," Aaron said, realizing that was probably the best option. "But I'm gonna go get a drink, then."

"I'll let you drink tonight, because of what's happening, but you better not drink too much!" his mother said, nagging him like a typical mother would.

"I should say the same to you!" Aaron said, walking off in the direction of the bar.

Aaron had a few drinks, enjoying the party, all the while mostly staying with his mom. They kept it clean and simple, dancing innocently, making sure to keep up appearances. As they drank more and more, probably too much, Aaron started to notice his mother once again.

Her costume really didn't leave much to the imagination. It showed off her wide hips and basically half of her ass, especially when she moved around a lot. He tried not to stare, but as the night went on he became more and more transfixed by his mother's hot body. He caught himself several times ogling her tits and admiring her ass when she turned around or bent over. His mother could feel it too, as they could both sense a small amount of tension building up between them. It was sexual tension, and it had started with the kiss.

They continued dancing throughout the night, getting closer to one another the more they drank. Eventually, without realizing, Aaron had gotten pretty brave with his mother. His placed his hands on either side of her hips as she turned away from him, dancing to the fast music. She shook her hips to the beat, drawing closer and closer to her son. As the room got more crowded, she realized her ass was pressed against her son's crotch, and she was grinding against him.

As his mother accidently pressed her round ass into Aaron's member, he began to get extremely aroused. His cock hardened as he ran his hands over the sides of her hips. They lost themselves in the haze before they were both tapped on the shoulder from the side.

"Lauren, let's go upstairs! I want to show you something!" It was Nicole again, they noticed, and she was motioning for them to follow her. They stopped dancing and passed through the crowd towards the staircase. Nicole led them up, them both wondering what she wanted. She led them into a room that had three other couples in it, all friends of Aaron's mother. 

The 3 other couples sitting on the floor in a circle; the men were all wearing some sort of masked costume (not that he'd recognize them if they weren't, anyway). The ladies sat next to them, each in a Halloween costume of their own, all three pretty scantily clad. Aaron couldn't help but notice that all the women were incredibly hot, even for ladies in their mid to late 30s.

"Sorry for interrupting you guys" Nicole began, sitting down on the bed in the room, giving us a wink. "But I wanted to have a little private game with the 8 of us!"

"What's that?" Lauren asked, Aaron hoping it was nothing too serious.

"Well, it's couples truth or dare! A couple chooses truth or dare, and the other three groups choose one for them. They can either tell the truth or do the dare, or refuse and lose. Oh, and you only get to choose truth twice!" Nicole explained.

"Okay, but what's the point? If we don't want to do it we just refuse and lose, who cares?" Aaron's mother asked, wondering why they would want to play in the first place.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Nicole said, excitedly. "The winner gets this!" she said, pulling out a Prada bag from behind her. Aaron didn't really know if it was special, but it certainly looked well-made and very stylish. The women, however, instantly lit up with excitement.

"Where did you get that?" they asked.

"Well, I work for a fashion magazine, as you all know, and I was gifted this by one of the designers. It's a collection piece, so it's pretty much priceless.. I thought I'd include it as the prize in our game to spice things up!"

Aaron could tell by the way she looked at it that his mother wanted the bag, and she wanted it really bad. Ever since he could remember she was totally into accessories, and she loved to shop. Evidently, it was also her favorite designer.

"So, what do you guys say?" Nicole said, asking everyone.

Simultaneously, the other three women, including Aaron's mother, said "We're in!"

Aaron looked at his mother, wondering what she was doing. What had she gotten them into?

"What are you doing, mom?" Aaron said, whispering to his mother.

"I really want that bag, plus this will probably be fun! Just relax and play along with me. I'm sure it won't be anything too bad."

"Okay, who wants to go first? How about you two?" Nicole said, motion towards Aaron and his mother.

"Okay, I guess," Aaron's mother said, cautiously. "I guess we'll take truth, just to start it off."

"Alright!" Nicole said excitedly. "Now let us come up with a question!" The three couples convened, the women giggling, the men obviously not that interested. They broke their huddle and Niccole spoke again.

"Here's your question. What's the craziest place you two have had sex?" she said with a grin on her face.

Aaron was absolutely shocked, not realizing the game would be about anything sexual. He immediately got uncomfortable talking about stuff like this in front of his mother. He turned towards her, seeing her blush bright red.

"Why are you asking me that? I'm not gonna answer! That's private!" she said, turning a bright shade of red.

"Come on, Lauren! This is the game! You chose truth, now do you want to answer or not!?"

Aaron's mother gulped, looking once again at the bag. Clearly she still wanted it.

"We've fucked against the open window in the front of our house before. Also, we do it on the kitchen counter pretty often, of course while our son is away." She said, to her son's complete amazement.

Aaron was shocked. Firstly he was surprised she answered the question. Secondly, he was amazed his parent had done anything so exhibitionist. He began to get aroused, picturing himself fucking her brains out on top of the kitchen counter. He shook his head, trying to get the image out of his head, cursing himself for thinking about something so taboo.

"Wow, naughty!" one of the other women spoke up. "I'm sure you two have a lot of fun!" she said, winking at Aaron.

The rest of the round went by, his mother now joining in on the little meetings, each couple choosing truth and being asked something of a similar sexual nature. All four of the couples continued to drink while playing, and they had all gotten noticeable drunker as the turns went around. Finally, it was their turn again, and Aaron and his mother talked for a bit before deciding which to choose: truth or dare.

"I don't really want to hear you talk about that, mom" Aaron said, frankly. He was too aroused at all the talk of sex, and he decided that wouldn't do him any favors.

"I agree," his mother started, "plus, we only have on truth left for the entire game. We should see what a dare is. If it's just something like a peck, we can handle it."

"We choose dare this time!" Lauren said, firmly.

"Oooh" Nicole said, smiling mischievously. The other couples convened again, this time really only the three women at all bothering to even lean in, before breaking once again.

"Okay. We dare you to take off your costume top and bottom, Lauren."

Aaron was shocked once again. Apparently they weren't trying to do anything light at all; they were gunning for the win.

"What!?" his mother quipped, blushing at the idea even being thrown out. "I can't do that! I'm not even wearing a bra underneath my top!" This immediately got Aaron's attention, as his eyes shot to his mother's perky breasts. He could clearly see her nipples poking through the fabric.

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Lauren! You want the bag, don't you? Do it, or forfeit."

Lauren bit her lip, looking back and forth between the bag and her son, deciding what to do. Finally, she made her decision, blushing as she slowly untied her top, letting her perky breasts fall against her chest. Aaron gasped as her breasts fell into view. She got up, sliding her skirt down her waist, leaving her completely naked save for her tiny, lace panties and the face paint on her cheeks.

The men immediately stared at Lauren's tits, obviously enjoying the view. Aaron blatantly ogled his mother's breasts, now completely hard under his suit. They were perfectly sized, big enough to be cupped but not too big for her frame. She had cute, perky nipples that just begged to be sucked on. Aaron's mouth watered at the thought of fucking his mother's tight ass from behind while he groped her tits. He could only view her with lust now.

Lauren sat down, blushing as she realized everyone was staring at her. Her panties hardly covered her round ass, and her legs and hips looked incredible as her scantily clad bottom pressed against the cold floor. Without any clothes on, her nipples started to harden, chilled by the air.




Truth or Dare



"Okay," she said, breaking the silence. "Who's next?" she asked, placing her hands over the front of her panties, covering where her pussy would be.

"It's our turn," one of the other women spoke up, apparently named Sofia. "But god, Lauren, your tits are so fucking perfect. It must be nice having small, perky ones like that." She said, grabbing her own breasts, which were much larger. Sofia was a Latina woman with large breasts and gorgeous, sunkissed skin. She had the Latina curves and wore a revealing witch costume.

The round continued, moving around to each couple. Nicole, to Aaron's delight, had also been dared to take her costume off, revealing her tight body. Unlike Aaron's mother, however, she was wearing a bra. It barely covered her large, creamy breasts as she unzipped the top part of her suit, sliding it down to her waist.

"Do I have to take the whole thing off?" she asked, hesitant.

"You made up the rules, hon." Aaron's mother said, frankly.

"Okay..." she said, slipping the rest of the skin tight suit over her ass and down her legs, stepping out of it. As she rolled it down, Aaron realized he had been right about her not wearing panties. She was wearing nothing underneath, and as she took off her costume she exposed her naked ass and lovely, shaved pussy to the entire group.

Aaron heard the other men gulp as she flashed her pussy to the other couples. Nicole, while hesitant at first, didn't seem to care that much about being naked. She sat down and crossed her legs, Aaron's eyes following her puffy pink pussy all the way down. He looked up, making eye contact with Nicole. She winked at him, catching him staring at her pussy.

"Naughty much, Nikki, going with no panties on?" the other woman spoke up. Aaron had learned she was a petite Filipino woman named Marinella. She had small breasts, but wore a slutty maid's outfit that complimented her darker skin and showed off her legs. She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure. She was definitely very cute.

"Says the girl in the slutty maid outfit?" she said, laughing.

"Yeah, but at least I'm not flashing everyone! Anyway, it's our turn, we choose our last truth."

The women asked another intimate question, this time a tad more interesting. "Have you ever taken it up the ass?" they asked, giggling.

Marinella immediately blushed, looking away. "Yes, I have. Honestly, it felt really good."

"What?" the man behind her spoke up, probably her husband. They both wore wedding rings.

"Sorry baby, it was before we met. He had a really big cock and wanted to fuck my ass for his birthday. I agreed." She said back to him.

Aaron chuckled to myself, amused at the fact they had probably been married for several years and yet they didn't know that about each other.

"Maybe I'll let you do it sometime." Marinella added, kissing him.

After everyone finished going, it was Aaron's and his mother's turn again. As they asked truth or dare, Aaron immediately blurted out dare, not waiting for his mother to ask or respond.

"Okay. We dare you to get to 2nd base. Make out with Lauren and suck on her tits." Nicole answered, smiling.

Lauren's eyes went wide. "What is this, high school? Daring me to go to 2nd base?" Lauren said, concerned. Aaron tried to hide it, but he was secretly happy.

"Yup. That's your dare. Do it or not." Marinella said, speaking up and giggling a bit.

Aaron leaned to his mother's ear, whispering softly. "It's fine mom," he started, to his mother's surprise. "I know you really want that purse, this will only take a few minutes. It's no big deal, it's not like I haven't done that before." He said, getting braver.

She was still in shock, but spoke back. "Yeah, but you were a baby then. It's inappropriate. You're my son!" she looked over at the Prada bag, admiring it again. "I do really want that purse, though" she added. "Fine, but try to make it quick." Lauren said, against her better judgement. She'd drank far too much as is, and that allowed her to relax, perhaps too much.

"Okay, We'll do it." She said to the group, turning to Aaron.

"Oooh, this should be fun!" Nicole cooed.

Aaron faced his mother, and brought his hand around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He hesitated for a second, before his mother took the initiative. She planted her lips firmly to his, hoping to get it over quick. As their lips touched, her brief intentions scattered away. They both felt electricity as they kissed, and Lauren, drunk as she was, melted into her son's mouth.

As Aaron kissed his mother, he was overtaken in the lust of the moment. He placed one hand on his mother's ass and leaned her on the floor, cupping her breast with his other. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, lightly teasing hers. She moaned into his mouth as his rough hands caressed her hard nipple, and she felt herself getting wet. Ignoring everything, she placed her hands on the back of Aaron's head, and broke the kiss, pushing him down towards her chest.

Taking the hint, Aaron moved his head down towards her breast, admiring them from close. He took one of her perky nipples into his mouth, groping the other with his hand. Lauren arched her back from the sudden wetness on her hard nipple, driving her breast further into her son's mouth. Aaron sucked on his mother's firm, perky breasts as he had done once as a baby, flicking her nipple with his tongue.

Aaron, forgetting where he was, slowly reached down to touch her pussy. He lightly ran his finger over her slit, feeling the wetness through her panties.

"Oh, fuck!" his mother gasped out, in a whisper. She started to grind her pussy against her son's fingers, his mouth and hands still massaging her lovely tits, when she was interrupted by the group.

"Holy shit you guys!" Marinella said, breaking the silence. Aaron and his mother immediately realized where they were, groping each other in front of Lauren's friends. They had been too into it to even say anything before Marinella had spoken up.

Aaron withdrew his mouth from his mother's nipple, her areola now glistening from his saliva. He got off of his mother, looking up at the group. Marinella was bright red, even though she hadn't even been the one doing anything. Aaron then eyed Nicole, realizing her hand was in between her legs. Her pussy was puffier than before. She had just been masturbating!

"Jeez, guys! Get a room!" Sofia now said out loud, chuckling.

Lauren blushed deeper than she had before, embarrassed that she had been paying so little attention. Her hands moved once again to her lap, covering the front of her panties. She tried to hide it, but her panties were now absolutely soaked with her juices. Her son had just been openly rubbing her wet slit, and now she was hornier than ever. Even more so, she was turned on by the fact they had done it while her friends watched. The thought of being touched by her own son in front of her unknowing friends drove her crazy.

"Well, now" Nicole said, removing her hand from between her legs and giving Aaron a slight grin. "I guess you fulfilled your dare!"

It was then Sofia and her husband Ben's turn. They chose dare, opting to keep their last truth. The women convened again, and once again chose something naughty.

"Give Ben a striptease/lapdance, and make it good. You have strip all the way naked."

"I don't know about this, Sofia." Ben started, not wanting everyone to see his wife completely naked.

"It's fine, baby. Don't worry." She said, reassuring him.

She led him to a chair and gave him a fantastic lap dance, slowly stripping away the slutty witch dress she had been wearing and sensually grinding herself in his lap. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her body as she removed her both her panties and bra, revealing her large, tanned breasts and huge ass. The men, including Aaron, ogled Sofia's body as she performed the dare, looking at her with lust in their eyes. She finished the lap dance, staying naked, and sitting on the floor. Her large, firm breasts sat out in the open as she once again faced everyone. Ben stood up from the chair, a noticeable erection in his pants. The women giggled at the sight, and then moved on to Nicole and her husband's turn.

This time, the women got bold. Aaron noticed them giggling abnormally, after Nicole chose to do a dare once again. They broke their huddle and gave the dare. "Nicole, you have to suck on Sofia's tits." Lauren said with a sly grin.

"What?" she exclaimed. "Surely you can't be fine with this, Sofia?"

"I'm game," she said, giggling. "I love getting my tits sucked," she said, eyeing Ben.

Both of their husbands gulped, and Aaron could tell they wanted to object but were too excited to pass up the opportunity.

"Fine." Nicole said, to Aaron's surprise. He was shocked, but definitely looked forward to watching these two incredibly sexy women get to 2nd base.

"You ready?" Nicole said, nearing Sofia.

"All yours!" Sofia replied.

Taking command, Nicole pushed Sofia onto her back. Slowly, she put one of her legs in between Sofia's and gently lowered her mouth towards Sofia's large, perky breasts. Sofia moaned slightly as Nicole flicked her nipple with her tongue before taking her entire areola into her mouth. With her other hand she massaged Sofia's other breast. As Nicole continued to suck on Sofia's large, tanned breast, she pinched her nipple with her other hand, causing Sofia to arch her back. Nicole then released Sofia's nipple, hardened from the cold, and groped her body with both of her hands. She moved her head back up to just above Sofia's, and pressed her lips against hers. As their tongues touched Sofia moaned into Nicole's mouth and moved her hand to unclasp Nicole's bra, revealing her milky, white tits. They continued to kiss as Sofia moved her hands, cupping Nicole's bare breasts.

Aaron gasped as Nicole's breasts fell into view. They were breathtaking. They were firm and perky, slightly bigger than his mother's. They jostled up and down with her every move, hypnotizing him. Aaron stared in awe as two beautiful women made out right in front of him. His cock further hardened as he watched them massage each other's breasts and swirl their tongues in each other's mouths. 

Finishing their kiss, Nicole pulled up from Sofia's lips. As she pulled off of her, she bit her lip and smiled seductively at Sofia. "You're a good kisser, Sophie," she said, calling her by a cutesy nickname.

"You too, hun" Sofia said, sitting back up, turning to the group. "I guess she finished her dare just fine!" she said, giggling.

The men's jaws were still on the floor, stunned by what had happened. As they tried to recover, Nicole changed the subject.

"Okay, Marinella. It's your guys' turn now!" Nicole said, her breathing still heavy from her arousal. "You only have dares left, right?"

"Oh, nuh uh." Marinella said, turning a shade of red Aaron had never even seen before. "I'm not doing anything like that! I'm too embarrassed! We're out!" she said, looking away.

Her husband looked relieved yet slightly disappointed that they wouldn't be doing anything, but accepted the decision.

"You sure, Nella?" Aaron's mother spoke in.

"Yeah. We're gonna stay and watch still, of course." Marinella added.

"What a naughty slut!" Nicole said, laughing.

"Whatever!" Marinella said, embarrassed. "It's Lauren and Rick's turn now, right?" she added, referring to Aaron as his father.

"I guess so," Nicole said, agreeing. "Truth or dare?"

Aaron's mother turned to him, whispering to decide what they wanted to do. "I think we should do one more dare, before it gets too serious, so we can keep our truth for a last round if we need it. We'll try to get them out after our turn with something crazy."

Aaron just nodded in agreement, too horny to really focus on anything.

"We choose dare again." Lauren said.

"Okay," Nicole said, this time not even attempting to decide the dare with the rest of the group. "Give your husband a blow job, right here in front of us."

Aaron's jaw dropped. He hadn't expected it to ever go this far, and while his cock stirred at the thought of getting his cock sucked by his mother, he fully expected her to turn it down.

"You can't be serious, Nicole! That's too far. The other stuff was borderline already, but this is basically like having sex in front of you guys! You can't expect us to accept that!"

"Well, that's the dare, sweetie." Nicole said, teasing her. "If you want to win, that's what you have to do."

Lauren looked to the other two women for support. They had none.

"Sorry, babe, but no objections here." Sofia said as she made eye contact with Aaron's mother. "This is too exciting!"

Marinella was too embarrassed to even be talking about it to acknowledge Lauren looking at her.

Aaron's mom turned towards him, lost in thought. Aaron, in the middle of this all, tried to discuss it with his mother.

"It's fine, mom" he started, whispering to her as she drew closer. "This has gone far enough already. There's no need to do the dare."

"You're right, baby. It's fine." She replied. Aaron took a deep breath of relief. "Just let me do all the work." She added.

Aaron's eyes shot wide as he felt his mother grab his member through his suit. She actually planned to give her son a blow job!

"Holy shit, she's gonna do it." Marinella said, her eyes glued to what was transpiring.

Slowly, Lauren unbuckled the fake utility belt Aaron was wearing, and pulled down the bottom of his costume, revealing his boxers. There was a large tent in his pants, with stains of precum all over the underwear. Aaron went to protest one last time as Lauren attempted to pull them down, but she gave him a threatening glare, causing him to back down. He couldn't believe his own mother was about to give him a blow job!

Aaron's mother pulled down his boxers in one move, causing his large cock to spring out. Aaron immediately became aware that everyone in the room could see his manhood. The women gasped as it escaped his boxers, and Aaron's mother, eyes wide, instinctively licked her lips.

"Holy shit, Rick." Sofia blurted out. "Jesus, that thing is huge."

"I can see why you married him, Laurie" Nicole said nonchalantly, in front of her own husband. She blatantly stared at Aaron's cock, and he saw her subtly move her hand between her legs. "That thing's like half as big as you!" she added, referencing his mother's petite body.

Lauren ignored them, focusing on the task at hand. She'd never seen such a big cock in her life, and strangely felt proud that she had made such a thing. At the same time, she felt herself get wet at the thought of tasting it. Slowly, she brought her lips to Aaron's cockhead, and in one move engulfed the tip in her mouth.

Aaron moaned as he felt his mother's mouth envelop his cock, her tongue swirling around its tip. Aaron watched as Lauren slowly moved her lips down the length of his shaft, attempting to take it all at once. Unbeknownst to Aaron, his mother was exceptionally gifted at giving head, and she also really liked doing it too. 

Lauren continued to slide her luscious, red lips down her son's massive girth. She stopped, taking in as much as she could, and found herself unable to reach the bottom third of his manhood. Aaron moaned at the sight of his mother's gorgeous, soft lips running over his cock. Seeing his mother, dressed up with her Pocahontas headband and light facepaint, almost choking on his massive cock made him harder than he'd ever been before, and he did everything he could to not cum right there.

Realizing she couldn't reach the base of his cock, Lauren took her free hands and placed it around the base of her son's cock, using her other to cradle his large testicles. As her mouth and through adjusted to his size, she began to pump the bottom part of his cock with her dainty hand, unable to even completely wrap her hand around it. She worked his cock with one hand, massaging his balls with the other as she slowly started to move her lips up and down his shaft. She began to pick up the pace as she got more and more used to his size, running her small mouth up and down the length of his enormous cock.

Aaron watched in pure delight as his mother's lips bobbed up and down over his cock. He noticed her small, perky tits bouncing up and down each time she moved her lips down the length of his member and pumped her hand. It was by far the best head he'd ever been given, and it drove him even crazier that he was being blown by his own mother.

Lauren continued to move her lips up and down her son's enormous manhood, enjoying the taste of such a young, large cock in her mouth. She pumped his shaft over and over, feeling herself getting wetter as she pleasured her son in front of her close friends. Her tongue expertly worked his cockhead before Lauren felt her son begin to tense up. Realizing he was close to cumming, she picked up her pace even more, wrapping her lips tight around his massive girth and engulfing as much of his length as she could, to the point of almost choking.

Aaron could no longer handle his mother's expert work, and knew he was close to finishing. "Holy shit, mo-" he started, cutting himself off, realizing he needed to call his mother by her actual name. " Oh Fuck, Lauren. I'm about to cum, babe!" he said, attempting to act like her husband.

Aaron's mother continued to work in overdrive before he couldn't take it any more. "Fuck!" Aaron moaned, feeling his balls tighten as he began to release inside his mother's mouth. Ropes and ropes of his cum shot down his mother's throat as Aaron felt his balls empty into his mother's mouth. 

Lauren was expecting to swallow his cum, but she wasn't prepared for how much he actually came. What seemed like buckets of cum shot out of his enormous cock, filling her mouth to the brim. She swallowed her son's load, but his cock continued to pump out more of his potent seed.

Finally, Aaron began to settle down as he pumped the last of his cum deep inside his mother's mouth. He groaned at the sight of his mother attempting to finish swallowing his load, a small amount of his cum dripping down her chin and landing on her perky breast. As he finished, she continued to lick the head of his cock, cleaning it entirely of his cum. She swallowed the rest of his load and slowly withdrew her mouth from Aaron's cock. She looked down at the cum that had fallen onto her breast before gathering it on her finger and licking it off.

Aaron looked at his gorgeous mother, her left breast and chin still dripping with his cum. As he recovered, his mother looked up at him and smiled seductively, giving him a little shrug. Aaron pulled his boxers back up over his semi-flaccid cock.

Immediately, they both once again realized where they were: right in front of three other couples. Aaron's mother, attempting to tidy herself, took her nearby top and wiped the cum off of her face and body. She sat down on her son's lap and gave him a peck on the lips, shortly after having just had her own around his cock. Lauren's panties were completely soaked at this point; she was as horny as she could ever remember, especially after performing such a naughty, taboo act in front of other people. Aaron could feel her wetness in his lap and knew his mother was incredibly aroused.

"Jesus Christ that was hot." Marinella spoke, apparently too transfixed to be embarrassed further.

"We have to get out of here." Sofia said suddenly, speaking to her husband Ben. She stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. He had a noticeable erection.

"What are you doing, babe?" he said, obviously confused.

"We have to go, now." Sofia said, bring her mouth close to his ear and whispering something. His eyes went wide for a moment as Sofia cracked a smile. She gathered the pieces of her costume and started putting them on, forgetting in the moment about her bra and panties.




Truth or Dare



"Okay, guys. We're leaving. Have fun!" she said, moving to the door.

Marinella spoke up: "Wait! Don't you want the purse?"

They opened the door, still continuing to leave. "No thanks, girls. You guys can keep it! Bye!" she said, smiling at us as her husband pulled her out the door, slamming it in the process.

"Oh god" Marinella said, realizing what Sofia went off to do.

Lauren spoke up now, speaking to Nicole. "Okay, Nikki. I completed my dare. Now it's your turn. Truth or dare?"

Aaron looked at Nicole as she snapped out of her silent haze. Aaron looked down between her legs and saw her finger firmly pleasuring her naked pussy. She removed it as she realized what was happening.

"Such a little horny slut." Aaron's mother spoke up, teasing Nicole like she had been doing to them all night. So which is it gonna be?"

"Dare!" Nicole said, blurting it out without speaking to her husband. He briefly tried to protest before Lauren interrupted him.

"Okay," Lauren said. "Let him fuck you in the ass." She said, motioning towards Nicole's husband.

"What?" her husband shouted, speaking up for the first time since the game started. He'd really only been watching until now.

"Okay, honey." Nicole said, getting up. She walked over to the nearby bed and laid herself over it, exposing both her tight holes to the remaining members of the group. "Let's go, baby. Fuck my tight little ass." She said, about as nonchalantly as you possibly could.

To Aaron and Lauren's surprise, Nicole's husband spoke up again. "Woah, Nicole. There's no way I'm doing that in front of everybody. That's too crazy, even for us!"

"What baby? You're joking right? Come on, fuck me! I know you've wanted to do anal for like ever!" she said, clearly getting impatient and obviously horny. She waved her round ass back and forth, continuing to flash everybody with her pink, puffy pussy and waiting asshole.

"No, Nikki. Sorry. I'm not doing this." He said, turning to Aaron and his mother, revealing a tent in his pants. "We're out. You guys win."

"What baby?" Nicole said, turning around. "No way! I want to win. Just fuck me right now!" she said, walking towards her husband and pressing her perky breasts into his chest. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass, attempting to persuade him.

Nicole's husband groaned audibly as he felt her ass, but remained resilient. "Sorry, Nikki. We can have sex later. I can't do it in front of your friends." He said, leaning in to kiss her.

Their lips briefly touched before Nicole broke it, pouting and sticking out her lower lip. "Okay, but you better make it up to me later!" she said, grabbing her husband's manhood through his costume. She turned to Aaron and his mother.

"Okay, I guess you guys won." She said, still pouting slightly. She walked back towards the bed, this time to get the prize. She picked up the Prada bag and walked back over towards Lauren. "Here's your prize, hun. I hope you like it. It was fun playing with you; we should do it again sometime." she said, flashing a mischievous smile and winking at Aaron.

"I guess we're gonna go home now." Marinella said, trying to excuse herself room the room. "It was a great party, Nikki, but we have to go. Thanks for inviting us!" she continued, grabbing her husband's hand and trying to hurry out the door.

"Please, Nella," Nicole said, picking up her costume off the door. "I know you're hurrying home so you two can have sex. No need to hide it, babe." She looked at Marinella with a teasing grin.

"Whatever!" Marinella replied, completely embarrassed again by Nicole's teasing. "Bye!"

With that, they stepped out the door, leaving Nicole and her husband alone with Aaron and his mother.

Lauren, realizing she was still sitting in her son's lap, got up, trying to distance herself. Aaron stared at his mother's ass as she stood up, admiring the enormous wet spot in her panties. He looked towards Nicole who was redressing herself on the bed.

Nicole slowly slid each leg of the tight catwoman suit over hers, pulling it up to her waist, covering her pussy. Aaron stared at her gorgeous body as she reclasped her bra and zipped the front of the skintight leather suit all the way up, over her fantastic tits. Even dressed, Nicole still looked amazing as the tight suit hugged her every curve. Aaron was sad to no longer be able to admire her naked body, but realized it was for the better after he had been ogling the women all night.

Aaron's mother set her new purse aside, looking to do the same. After gathering both pieces of her costume, began to slide her skirt back up. She was thankful to be able to hide her wet panties as she slid the skirt over her wide hips and round ass. She grabbed her top and placed it over her breasts, attempting to cover her hard nipples while she tied it. She'd realized her mistake in having wiped up her son's cum with the costume, as its thin material was now noticeably stained with cum. She postponed tying it, leaving it draped across her chest as she looked up towards Nicole and her husband.

"Well, Lauren, Rick, I guess it's time for us to go back to the party. I see you guys still have somewhat of a "mess" to clean up, so I'll see you downstairs." She said, giggling. She took her husband's hand and led him out the door, chastising him for making her lose. "You better fuck me really hard later tonight after making me lose that!" she said, lightly punching his arm as she left the room and closed the door.

This left Aaron and his mother alone for the first time that night. Lauren, realizing this, quickly tossed the cum-stained top of her costume to the side. She didn't want to be topless in front of her son, but it was doing her no favors. Aaron's eyes shot to his mother's breasts as he stood up, stepping out of his s blatantly staring at her still mostly nude body. She blushed as he stared at her with lust in his eyes, covering her small, perky tits with her arms.

Aaron, now finally out of sight of everyone else in the party, quickly tore off the hot mask and rest of his costume, attempting cool down. Lauren stared at her son's muscular body as he stripped to nothing but his sleeveless undershirt and boxers. He really had turned into quite the good looking young man.

"Alright, Aaron. Come over here and sit next to me. We need to talk about this." She said, still incredibly horny but realizing they should stop whatever was happening before it was too late. Aaron, snapping out of his haze as his mother covered her chest, obeyed his mother and walked towards the bed to sit next to her.

As he neared the bed, Aaron felt his foot step on something. He looked down, realizing too late he'd stepped on Sofia's panties. As his weight shifted, his foot slid out from under him, causing him to fall towards the bed. Lauren, barely reacting to what happened, attempted to catch him as he fell towards her. His momentum led him onto the bed, pushing Lauren onto her back in the process. He finally stopped himself as he realized where he was.

He was lying over his mother's half naked body, his right hand firmly on her left breast. He'd fallen completely on top of her, and in trying to catch himself he'd inadvertently groped her body. Lauren lay on her back, her face inches from her son's, very aware of his hand squeezing her firm breast. They stared at each other for a moment before almost instinctually closing their eyes and bringing their heads together. Their lips met in the heat of the moment, sending sparks flying as they kissed passionately for the third time that night. Lauren's lips parted as her son pushed his tongue into her mouth, his rough hand still cupping her breast.

Lauren moaned as Aaron pinched her nipple between his fingers and immediately moved her hand to feel for his manhood. She grabbed his cock through his boxers, feeling it start to reharden in her hands. She pressed her lips even harder against her son's as she slipped her hand inside the waistband to feel her son's massive cock. At this point she no longer cared what she was doing, all she wanted to do was get pounded by a nice cock. She was going to get fucked hard by her own son.

Aaron was too overcome with lust to even think about anything anymore. He broke the kiss, taking his shirt off, and moved his mouth to one of his mother's small, perky breasts. He flicked her hard nipple with his tongue before engulfing her breast in his mouth once again. He slowly moved his free hand to his mother's wet slit, running his finger along her lips through her lace panties.

"Oh fuck, baby!" she cooed, shivers being sent down her spine every time her son's fingers pressed into her sopping pussy.

In one move, he ripped his mother's underwear completely off, tearing it completely in the process. Slowly, he inserted one finger into her waiting pussy, his mouth still sucking on her small breasts. Lauren moaned as his finger entered her pussy, toying with her with pleasure. She was being driven crazy with lust, hornier than she ever had been before, and it was because of, out of all people, her son!

She regained focus as her son fingered her wet slit, now gripping her son's manhood firmly inside his shorts. She lightly ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft, pumping his cock as he continued to tease her body. Aaron removed his mouth from his mother nipple, exposing her wet areola to the cold air. He kissed up and down her flat stomach, his free hand roaming over her thin, lithe body. He ran his hand down over her wild, child bearing hips, still pleasuring her with his hand. 

Lauren felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm and started grinding her pussy hard against her son's fingers. Just as she felt herself getting close to the edge, her son withdrew his hand from her pussy.

"What the fuck, baby? I was about to cum!" she said, begging for relief.

"I know. I'm gonna make you cum on my cock, mom. No cheating." Aaron said, now in power.

"Fuck, Aaron. Please, just fuck me. Fuck your mother's tight little pussy!" she moaned, pinching her nipple with her own hand.

Satisfied Aaron pulled down his shorts, once again revealing his huge cock. He grabbed his mother's gorgeous legs, lifting them up and lining his cock up to her pussy. Before entering, he slid it up and down her wet slit, teasing her one last time.

"Oh god! I need your cock, baby! Put it in me, already!" she cried, unable to wait a moment longer.

With this, Aaron grabbed his mother by the hips and popped the tip of his cock inside his mother's waiting pussy.

Lauren gasped as she felt his massive girth enter her tight cunt. He was so big it was almost painful. Slowly, she began to adjust to his size as he continued to push farther into her wet pussy. Aaron continued to penetrate his mother's pussy, his hands roaming over her petite body.

"Holy fuck mom, you're so tight!" he said, his cock stretching her tight pussy. Finally, he pushed his cock all the way in, completely bottoming out into his mother's hilt.

Lauren yelped in pain as her son's massive cock hit her cervix. It hurt badly at first, but slowly it began to fade away into pleasure. His enormous cock was now completely penetrating her tight cunt. Lauren felt like she was being split in half on his massive cock, she was being filled up like she'd never been filled before. Aaron had momentarily stopped moving, allowing her pussy to completely adjust to his size.

Aaron began to withdraw his cock from her velvet sheathe, pulling it almost all the way out. In one movement he pushed back in all the way, filling her up again. He started to pick up a pace, pounding in and out of her pussy, increasing the speed each time. Finally, he fell into a rhythm, impaling his mother's tight pussy with his massive cock. Lauren yelped every single time he pushed into her, his size continuing to stretch her pussy.

Finally, completely adjusted to his movements and girth, she started to match his rhythm, moving her hips in tune with his as he pumped his cock in and out of her. Aaron continued fucking his mother's tight pussy, bringing his hands once again to her perky breasts, groping them roughly, and pressing his mouth hard against hers. Their tongues swirled in each other's mouths, kissing passionately as mother and son. She bit his lip as she felt herself once again nearing her climax.

"Fuck me, baby! Fuck your naughty little slut of a mother! I'm so close to cumming, baby, don't stop!" she screamed into his neck, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him to penetrate her deeper. Aaron grabbed his mother's ass, squeezing it hard and picking her up in the process. Her hard nipples pressed into his naked chest as continued to slide his cock in and out of her pussy.

"Oh fuck mom, your ass is so fucking fantastic. Your hips are so god damn sexy!" Aaron yelled, still groping her tight ass.

Just as Lauren neared the edge of her orgasm, the door knob began to turn. "You guys gonna come down here?" Nicole said before seeing the situation.

Luckily, Aaron was facing the bed, away from the door. Nicole could only see his back and Lauren as he continued to piston in and out of her tight hole.

Lauren, facing the door, saw Nicole's eyes go wide as she witnessed what happened. Too late, Lauren began to orgasm on her son's hard cock, unable to stop herself or warn him of anything.

"Oh fuck!" she yelled. "I'm cumming!" she said as she bounced up and down on her son's cock, hoping Nicole couldn't tell it was him.

Nicole could see Lauren's petite body being impaled over and over again, watching her tits jostle up and down as she came on Aaron's cock. "You naughty slut!" Nicole mouthed to Lauren, still unbeknownst to Aaron.

Lauren, mid orgasm, attempted to shoo Nicole away, motioning with her arm to close the door. This was hard, as she was still convulsing on her son's cock, the fact that her best friend was watching her fuck her own son driving her even crazier.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Lauren moaned out, each time her son pumped his cock back into her pussy. She continued to shoo Nicole away, trying to get her to leave.

Nicole, seeing his, gave her the "okay" symbol, before starting to close the door. Right before she closed it, however, she brought out her phone and snapped a picture of Lauren, naked, being fucked hard by son who was facing away.

Unable to do anything, still in the middle of her orgasm, Lauren watched as Nicole took the photo, flashed her a smile, and then shut the door.

Lauren's pussy began to contract as her orgasm came crashing down, squeezing Aaron's cock like a vice.

"Holy fuck mom! You're too tight! I'm gonna cum!" he said, continuing to buck in and out of her tight pussy. 

Deciding to completely ignore what had just happened, Lauren wrapped her legs tighter around her son's waist, causing him to push deeper inside her sopping pussy. "Fuck me, baby!" she yelled, her pussy milking her son's cock for all it was worth. "Cum inside my pussy, baby! I'm on the pill! Shoot your load deep inside your mother's womb!"

All the encouragement Aaron needed, he set her back down on her back and took her nipple into his mouth, pushing his cock deep inside her one last time. Lauren arched her back as she felt her son tense up, about to cum.

"Oh fuck!" Aaron yelled as started to cum inside his mother's pussy. Loads and loads of his cum shot deep inside his mother's fertile womb, coating her walls with his potent seed. Lauren gasped as she felt her son's balls empty deep inside her tight pussy, filling her up with his hot cum.

"That's it!" Lauren gasped, "Fill your mommy up with your hot cum! Make me your little cum slut!" She felt her son's cock completely empty inside her cunt, causing it to overflow with his seed. She contracted her pussy, milking the last drops of cum from his enormous cock, grabbing his head and kissing him passionately once again.

Aaron, his balls now completely emptied inside his mother, collapsed to her side. As they both recovered from their mindshattering orgasms, they cuddled in each other's arms. She turned his head towards his, pushing her ass into his crotch. Aaron, feeling his, lifted his head up and pressed his lips to hers, cupping her breast once again.

"I love you, baby." Lauren said, completely satisfied, feeling great to be appreciated by such a young, nice cock.

"I love you too, mom." Aaron said, kissing her on the cheek. He placed his hand on the side of her hips, squeezing her ass. "You're so fucking sexy. Your ass is fucking perfect." He said, rolling over.

Lauren turned around and laid her arm across her son, her hard nipples pressing into the side of his chest as she attempted to recover. They lay together for a few minutes before deciding they needed to get ready.

"We should get back down there," Lauren started, "Nicole must be wondering where we are." She didn't reveal the fact that Nicole had come in and seen them having sex, even going so far as to take a picture. Lauren's only hope now was that she had no clue it was her son and that she could get her to delete the photo.

They both got up off the bed, and Aaron went to put his costume back on.

"Don't forget to put your mask back on, honey" his mother said, resuming her duties as his mother.

"I know, I know. People still think I'm your husband. I guess we don't want them seeing that it was actually your son whose cock you were sucking like a horny slut." He said, grinning at her. He pulled on his suit, leaving his mask off for a moment as he turned to his mother.

"Hey! I'm still your mother, young man. Don't talk to me like that!" she said, walking past him to gather her clothes."

"Yeah yeah." Aaron said. As she passed him, he brought his hand down and slapped her naked ass hard, causing her to yelp in a combination of pain and pleasure.

"Aaron!" she said, turning around and blushing a deep red. "Don't do that!" she continued, embarrassed by being treated that way by her son.

"Sorry. Your ass is just so fucking sexy. I couldn't resist." He watched her as she attempted to redress, getting ready to go back down to the party.

Lauren picked up her top, still slightly stained with his cum, and tied it around her chest, covering her small breasts. Her hard nipples poked through the fabric, leaving much less to the imagination. She walked over to the bed, picking up her torn panties.

"Did you really have to tear them completely off, baby?" she said, looking at the ripped material. "There's no way I can wear these now. I really like these ones." She said, pouting.

"Sorry mom, I just got kinda lost in the moment."

"What am I gonna do now? I have nothing to cover myself." Lauren said, looking at the skimpy skirt that would barely cover her bottom.

Aaron walked over to his mother, grabbing her waist and pulling her towards his chest. "I guess you'll just have to be a naughty little slut and go the rest of the night without panties." He said, grabbing her ass and pressing his lips against hers once again.

Lauren broke the kiss, biting her lip, and moving to grab her small, revealing skirt. "You make things so difficult." She said, stepping in to it. She slowly slid the skirt up her legs, her son staring. She blushed as she pulled the skirt over her wide hips, placing it on her waist. She looked dressed, but she could feel the cold air touching her naked pussy under the skirt.

She inspected herself, realizing the skirt covered practically nothing. She was almost showing her naked ass and shaved pussy. She moved carefully towards the door, trying to make sure her skirt wouldn't blow up as she walked. She felt naughty not wearing any panties as she could still feel her wet pussy oozing with her son's cum. Getting ready to leave, she moved to the bag she'd won, picking it up and admiring it. "Definitely worth it." She said to herself, moving her eyes between the bag and her son.




Truth or Dare



"Let's go, I guess." She said, moving to the door." Aaron watched his mother's scantily clad ass as she opened the door, pulling him by the hand in the process. They bounced down stairs, his mother revealing her naked ass with every step she took downward. Finally, as they reached the bottom, Lauren pulled her skirt farther down and blushed, hoping no one had seen her naked bottom as she'd gone down the stairs. She set off to find Nicole, hoping to fix the situation.

Lauren led her son through the crowd, looking for her friend. She spotted her at the back by the door, and flagged her down.

"Hey Lauren." Nicole said, grinning at her mischievously. "Where have you guys been?" she asked, rhetorically.

"Oh, you know, around." Lauren responded, playing her game. "We just wanted to tell you we were heading out and say our goodbyes."

"Oh okay. Thanks for coming!" she said, giggling. She looked at Aaron, now wearing the mask once again.

"We had a great time." Aaron spoke up, saying his goodbye.

"Yes we did." Lauren added, turning to her son. "You can wait in the car. I have to talk to Nikki for a sec."

"Okay, baby." He said, kissing her before leaving. Lauren hoped Nicole still thought it was her husband; she didn't want to continue the affection if she knew it was actually her son. Aaron took out his keys and headed out the door, walking towards the car.

"What's up, hun?" Nicole said, smiling, obviously teasing Lauren.

"Delete that picture Nicole!" Lauren said, still gauging Nicole's reaction.

"Oh, the one of you and your husband fucking on my bed? Why would I do that?" Nicole continued, pulling out her phone.

Lauren breathed a sigh of relief, realizing Nicole didn't know it was her son whose cock she'd been riding. She still didn't want her to have the picture, though.

"Come on, Nikki. Delete it. I don't want Rick to know you took a picture of us!" she said, trying to convince her friend to erase it.

"Sorry, Laurie, but I'm gonna keep it. It's too hot to erase. You're a naughty little whore, you know that?" Nicole said, showing her the picture. It clearly showed Lauren's naked body being pounded by her son, who thankfully was turned around enough to be unable to be identified in the picture. In the picture, Lauren's tits were perfectly on display, and you could just make out the shape of her son's cock stretching the entrance to her tight pussy. It was certainly quite a bit more than even a "risqué" photo.

"What are you even gonna do with it?" Lauren asked, blushing after having seen a photo of her so exposed.

"I won't show it to anyone or tell anybody I have it. It's just for me, so I always have a photo of my milf of a bestie getting fucked like a horny slut." Nicole put away her phone, placing her arms around Lauren and hugging her close.

She quickly her soft lips to Lauren's, giving her a peck, perhaps a little more sensually than would be considered "normal", and whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, babe."

Lauren, realizing she was getting nowhere, just hoped her friend would be true to her word. She had been her best friend for many years, and she trusted her, but she was still uneasy. "I guess that's the best I'm gonna get" she said to herself.

"Okay, Nikki" Lauren said, eyeing her carefully. "I guess we're going to head out now. Thanks for the bag" she said, indicating the purse she had around her shoulder.

"No problem, hun. Have a good night!" With that, Nicole stapped back to resume the party, her tight ass cheeks bouncing in the skin tight suit with each step. Lauren stepped out the door, looking for her car.

Lauren spotted her son standing next to their car about 30 yards away, and quickly hurried to him, the cold night air blowing under her skirt. She could feel some of her son's cum start to drip down her leg, no panties to cover her wet, sopping pussy. As she reached about half way across the street, a large gust began blowing, picking up Lauren's skirt. Too late to react, the gust completely blew up the sides of her skirt, flashing her bare ass and naked pussy in front of her son. Lauren turned a bright shade of red as she attempted to pull her skirt down, holding it as she walked the rest of the way.

"Windy out, huh?" Aaron said rhetorically, chuckling at his mother's situation.

"Shut up!" Lauren said, still blushing, as she stepped into the seat. As she sat down, she could still feel some of her son's cum leaking out of her pussy. She placed her hands in her lap, trying to cover what was happening and attempting to make sure it didn't leak onto the seat.

Aaron pulled off his mask, finally being alone once again. He started the car and began to drive home. As they drove in silence, Lauren noticed their dynamic was changed. One hand on the wheel, Aaron placed his other hand high up on her thigh. His strong hands caressed her leg, running up and down its length. She was embarrassed at being touched so naughtily by her own son, but was still incredibly aroused.

Slowly, Aaron's free hand roamed down to just in between her legs. He moved his fingers, lightly running them over her wet slit.

Lauren gasped as her son's fingers traced her puffy pussy lips. "Aaron!" she yelped as her son pressed one finger into her wetness, feeling his cum leaking out of her pussy.

He removed his hand, pulling into their driveway and stopping the car. He stepped out of the car. Aaron walked around to the passenger side, opening the door to help his mother out. Breathing roughly from his touch, she took his outstretched hand and began to get out. As Aaron pulled his mother up from the seat, he caught a glimpse of his mother's still sopping pussy. 

Lauren, finally getting out, once again brought her hands to her lap, covering her scantily clad bottom. She blushed as she walked towards the door, letting herself in. As she and her son stepped in the house, closing the door, she began to think what they should do about their situation.

Aaron, finally home, quickly stripped off the hot costume, tossing it on the couch. He turned to face his mother as she tried to speak up.

"Aaron. Tonight was amazing, but I don't think we should do anything like it ever again. You're my son. I can't be having sex with you! It's wrong!" she said, trying to convince herself as well. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't loved being fucked hard by her son's enormous cock.

Aaron said nothing, walking towards her apparently something on his mind. As Lauren began to follow up her statement with another, she felt her son pick her completely up off the floor.

"What are you doing, Aaron?" she said, confused. He lifted her hips completely up and set her ass down on the tent forming in front of his boxers. He continued to hold her up with one hand as he tore off her top with the other.

"Stop, Aaron! We shouldn't be doing this!" she said as he pressed her lips hard against hers, kissing her passionately.

Aaron didn't care at this point, and breaking the kiss he finally spoke up. "I don't care, mom. You're so fucking hot. I'm gonna fuck you like the horny slut I know you are." He squeezed her ass under her skirt, taking her perky, small breast once again in his mouth. He lightly tongued her hard nipple, causing her to moan with pleasure. He ground his cock hard into her wet pussy, only the thin material of her skirt and his boxers separating their sexes.

"Oh fuck, baby!" Lauren gasped as his large cock pressed into her tight cunt. She arched her back as her son's mouth continued to work on her sensitive nipple.

Aaron, removing his mouth from her breast, gripped her again and started walking up the stairs towards her bed room. He had no trouble picking up her petite body, and he slid pressed his mouth against her soft, red lips as he moved to her room. His tongue lightly touched hers as he reached her bed, where he gently set her down. Aaron removed his shirt and boxers, revealing his once again hard cock, and leaned over his mother. He pressed the tip of his cockhead into his mother's tight pussy, still filled with his cum from earlier. He ran his cock along the length of her slit, teasing her in the process.

Lauren let go of all her reservations, and accepted the fact that she wanted to be fucked hard by her son's cock. "Fuck me, Aaron! Fuck your mother's tight little pussy!"

Aaron obeyed, grabbing her hips and plunging his thick cock deep inside his mother's waiting pussy. His massive girth stretched her pussy once again, filling her up to the brim.

"Holy fuck your cock is so big, baby! You're splitting me in half!" she moaned as her son penetrated her tight cunt.

Aaron began to slide his cock in and out of his mother's pussy, picking up his pace. He pounded her tight pussy with his enormous shaft, pulling her hips into his with every stroke. He moved groped her naked body with his strong hands, massaging her tits and squeezing her ass, her dainty skirt now flung up above her stomach.

Lauren screamed every time her son's large cock entered her pussy. She bucked her hips as he pulled her petite body into his. Any pent up frustration melted away as her son used her tight pussy like a toy, ramming her with his cock.

Suddenly, Lauren felt her son's cock completely withdraw from her sopping pussy. She looked down, wondering what had happened, and met her son's gaze, noticing the lust in his eyes.

Aaron picked up his mother's petite body, flipping her on his stomach. "I'm gonna fuck your tight little pussy from behind so I can pound your fucking gorgeous ass!" He reached for his cock, pressing it into his mother's slit from behind. She arched her back as she felt his cock press into her cunt, propping her tight ass up off the bed. He ripped off the thin skirt, throwing it on the floor by the bed.

Aaron moaned as he once again entered his mother's sopping pussy, feeling her tightness envelop his cock. "Fuck mom, you're so tight! He said, gripping her wide hips and ass as he bottomed out deep inside her tight hole. He watched in delight as his cock slid in and out of his mother's pussy, pressing his crotch into her round ass. As his cock continued to piston in and out of Lauren's cunt, his balls slapped against her clit.

Lauren laid face down on the bed, her small breasts pressing into the sheet as she continued to get rammed from behind by her son. As Aaron pushed his enormous cock inside her pussy in the new position, she once again felt his massive cockhead hit her cervix. She yelped, this time in complete pleasure, as his cock pressed into her hilt.

"You cock is so fucking big! You're stretching my tight pussy so much!" Lauren moaned, nearing her orgasm. Aaron bent over his mother, her ass grinding into his crotch, as he reached over to grab her tits. He groped her body from behind, his stiff cock still penetrating her from behind.

"Oh god your tits are perfect!" Aaron gasped, rolling her nipple in between his fingers. Lauren turned her head backwards, placing her hand over her son's head and bring it closer to hers. She kissed him passionately as he continued to pleasure her petite, lithe body.

"Oh fuck, mom!" Aaron said, continuing to pump in and out of her pussy. "I'm about to cum!"

Lauren could feel her son start to tense up as his cock pressed into her cervix every time he bottomed out in her. "Cum for me, baby! Cum inside your mother's slutty little pussy!"

Hearing his gorgeous mother speaking like a horny slut pushed Aaron over the edge. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" he said, pushing once again, deep inside her pussy. His balls tensed as he exploded deep insider her womb, filling her again with his massive load.

Lauren, feeling her son's hot cum filling her pussy again, started to orgasm on his cock. "Oh God, baby, I'm cumming too! Fuck me with your huge cock!" she gasped as she convulsed on his massive erection.

Aaron grabbed his mother's wide hips, squeezing her ass and kissing the side of her neck as his cock continued to shoot his potent seed inside his mother's womb. 

Lauren came harder than she ever had before, her pussy being completely filled by her son's massive load. She moaned, rubbing her clit as she shattered on his cock. "Ohh fuck!" she moaned one last time, collapsing on the bed.

Aaron shot the last of his load deep inside his mother's cunt, falling on the bed as well. They lay on the bed, gasping, as they recovered from their orgasms.

Lauren, laying on her side, her son's cock still deep inside her pussy. She turned her head, pressing her full, red lips to her son's. "I love you so much, baby." She said, her ass still pressing against his crotch.

Aaron kissed her again, cupping her breast with one hand, his other squeezing her round ass. "I love you too."

They rested, slowly drifting off to sleep in each other's arms. 

Lauren awoke early the next morning with a light headache, no doubt a result of her drinking. She shuffled a bit, slowly realizing where she was. Her son's arm was still draped across her chest, and his cock was still pressing against the underside of her pussy, touching her tight hole. Slowly, she got out of bed, surveying the situation. She and her son had just fucked in her own bed, and the room was a mess. Her ripped skirt was lying on the floor by the bed, and her son's undershirt and boxers sat on a nearby chair. The covers were completely messed up, stained with massive amounts of cum.

Lauren turned around, looking into the mirror at her body. Her pussy was incredibly sore from being fucked so hard by such a large cock, and her small, perky nipples were tender after being handled so roughly by her son. Her lipstick was smeared, traces of it still on her son's cock and chest.

"Hey sexy" Lauren heard from behind her, her son apparently now awake.

Aaron was sitting up in the bed, staring at his mother's tight ass from behind as she stared in the mirror. He bit his lip, his eye's running over his mother's hot body as she turned her waist towards him. He admired his work noting her smeared makeup, and her sore, raw pussy. She had a hickey on her neck, and she rubbed her tender breasts as she looked at him.

"Hey baby." She said, walking towards him. "I didn't realize you were up." She sat on the edge of the bed, next to him, giving him a light peck on the lips. "Last night was amazing."

Aaron, somewhat sore himself from their long night, sat up further in the bed. "Sure was. Who knew my mother was such a little slut?" he said, teasing her. Lauren blushed, then quickly shook it off.

"So what do you want to do today?" Aaron asked, getting up out of the bed. "Dad said he wouldn't be here until at the very least late tonight."

"Well" Lauren said, walking towards the bathroom. "First of all, I'm going to take a shower."

Aaron watched her ass sway back and forth as she reached the entrance, turning around again. "Care to join me?"

Aaron lit up, stepping towards his mother without saying anything. He reached the door, picking up her by the waist, squeezing her ass. They stared face to face for a second, before Lauren pulled her son's head towards hers. Their lips met, their tongue's dancing in each other's mouths.

Lauren broke the kiss as her son closed the door behind him. He carried her to the edge of the shower, turning on the water. "You don't mind showering with your dirty little slut of a mother?" she said.

"Of course not" he said, stepping into the tub and pressing her petite body against the tile. He groped her small breast and lined up his hardening cock to her waiting hole. "I'm gonna fuck her tight little pussy until she's too sore to walk." In one stroke, he pushed his massive cock deep inside her pussy, bottoming out deep inside his mother, up to the hilt.



Truth or Dare



I was lying on the couch in my apartment watching lesbian porn and rubbing my clit. A sexy blonde was getting her clit licked by a sexy brunette. I was close to cumming when there was a knock on my door. I quickly shut my television off, pulled up my pants, and opened the door to see my friends - Carmen, Lindsey, and Jayde - standing there. "Why do you look so flushed?" Jayde asked with a smirk on her face. 

"I'm not flushed." I breathed out. "Come in." 

Lindsey sat on the couch and turned on my TV right when the blonde was squirted all over the brunette's face. "I knew that you secretly loved pussy," She smirked at me. 

"It's not that I don't love pussy, I've never touched one besides my own." The truth is that I would love to have my face buried in Lindsey's pussy. Lindsey was around 5'5" and 150 pounds. She was sun-kissed with a nice tan with 38 B tits and a nice plump ass. 

"Pussy taste like heaven," Jayde said as she licked her lips looking at the screen where the blonde was licking down the brunette's body. I would love to feel my pussy against Jayde's pussy. Jayde is around 5'4" and 160 pounds. She had a natural tan with 40 DD tits and a big plump round ass. 

Carmen had a big smirk on her face. She was watching the girls with lust filled eyes. "I have an idea. Let's play truth or dare." Carmen is 5'6" and 165 pounds. She was a little paler than Jayde with 38 C tits and a nice firm ass. "Doesn't matter. There are no chickens or outs." Jayde and Lindsey were in an agreement with her and they looked at me. "You in?" 

"I'm in." I sighed out with nervousness. 

Jayde squealed. "I'll start first." She smirked and looked at Carmen, Lindsey, and I. "Lindsey, truth or dare?" 

"Dare," Lindsey said with pure confidence. 

"I dare you to take off all of your clothes." Lindsey tore off her clothes like they were on fire. I couldn't help but stare at her body. Her sun-kissed body was beautiful. Her nipples looked hard as rocks and her bare pussy was glistening. "My turn. Audrey, truth or dare." I wanted to say dare, but my mouth said truth instead. "Have you always wanted to play with our pussies?" I guess I blushed deeply because Lindsey smirked at me. "Say no more. Your turn." 

"Jayde, truth or dare," I said nervously. 

"Truth," She smirked at me. 

"Have you ever squirted before?" Lindsey laughed at my question. "What?" 

"She squirted all over my face yesterday." She laughed. 

Jayde winked at Lindsey. "My turn. Carmen, truth or dare?" Carmen responded with Dare. "I dare you to strip naked like Lindsey." 

Carmen stripped down naked. Her tits hung there with hard nipples and a wet pussy that had a landing strip. "Audrey, truth or dare," I said dare. "Strip naked." I stripped down naked and looked down. My 5'3" and 170-pound body sat there in front of them. My 40 DD tits were hanging there. I'm sure that my bare pussy was leaking for them all to see. "Sexy," Carmen said loudly. 

"Lindsey, truth or dare?" I turned my attention to her. She chose truth. "Do you have any fetishes?" 

"I love face sitting. I love to sit on a bitch's face. Jayde, truth or dare?" Jayde chose dare. "I dare you to strip naked." Jayde stripped down. Her nipples were hard and her bare pussy was glistening wet. 

Jayde turned to Carmen. "Carmen, truth or dare?" Carmen chose dare. "I dare you to lick Audrey's pussy for five minutes." 

"Gladly." Carmen came over to me and threw my legs open. "Such a pretty pussy." She pressed her mouth into my pussy. I moaned loudly. "So delicious. You, ladies, should taste this." 

Jayde and Lindsey crawled over to us. "Let me taste," Jayde said. She grabbed Carmen's face and licked her lips. "It tastes fucking delicious from your lips. I wonder what it will taste like from the source." Jayde put her face into my pussy. She gave it a long lick. I moaned out loudly again. "Fucking delicious." 

"Lindsey." I moaned out. She stopped finger fucking Carmen. "Sit on my face." 

She moaned loudly and straddled my face. I pulled her pussy to my mouth started to eat her pretty pussy. "Oh fuck," She screamed out. I moaned into her pussy. I looked up at Lindsey from between her legs. "You look so fucking hot right now. We are not stopping after five minutes. Carmen, come over here." I saw Carmen move by us. "I want to see you fuck yourself with your fingers." I moved my left hand to Lindsey's pussy. I put two fingers inside of her while my mouth was on her clit. "Fuck. Fuck me harder." I moved my fingers in and out quickly. "I'm cumming." Lindsey squirted all over my face. I licked up her delicious juices. She got off my face and leaned down. "Fucking beautiful." She licked the excess cum off of my face. 

I looked down at Jayde, who was sucking my clit with her hot mouth. "Don't stop." I moaned out. "Fuck. Right there." She sucked harder. "I'm going to cum." I came all over her face. I quickly moved to her and gently pushed her down. I ripped her legs open. "I want to taste your cunt." I dove right on in. "Fucking delicious." 

"Fuck me, baby." My tongue was dancing with her clit as I added two fingers into her dripping wet cunt. "Yes." She moaned out. I looked up at her while she looked down at me. "More." I quickly flicked my tongue on her clit and fucked her faster and harder with three fingers. She screamed with pleasure. "Fuck." I could barely hear Lindsey and Carmen because Jayde was being so loud. I took my finger out of her. "Don't stop." I moved my tongue and dipped it into her pussy. I tongue fucked her. "I need that. Right there. Right there. Don't stop. Right there." I kept my tongue inside her pretty pink hole but moved it around. Her pussy tightened around my tongue and squirted all over my face. I took my tongue out and cleaned her pussy up with it. 

I turned my head to look at Lindsey and Carmen. I saw that Lindsey was licking up Carmen's cum. All three girls looked at me. I smirked at them. "Round Two?"



Truth or Dare



Matt had the biggest boner of his life. He was sitting in the living room with his friends Andy, Kate, and Stacey, and he was watching Kate give Stacey oral sex. 

They'd all gone round to Andy's place for a drinking session, and after an hour or so and several levels of inebriation, the night had turned into a game of truth or dare. It had started out light enough, with normal boring questions and silly dares, but had eventually turned more adult as the game went on and the drinks went down. 

Everyone was now completely naked, everyone had kissed everyone, even Matt and Andy, which they'd both been very reluctant to do, but had relented due to the fact the girls had and they were both very drunk. Matt was also fitted with a buttplug. 

It had taken several minutes to convince him to fulfil the dare from Stacey, but he'd finally done it, and after a generous coating of lube taken from Andy's bedroom, had squeezed the plug that Stacey had pulled from her bag into his arse. It had taken a while, but he had finally gotten used to the discomfort and now barely registered it if he sat still. Whenever he moved, however, he became very aware of it. He even had to admit it had come to feel rather satisfying nestled several inches deep inside him. 

A few turns later, Andy had dared Kate to eat out Stacey. Now it was Kate's turned to try and work her way out. Stacey had kept silent the whole time; maybe she wanted it? But nobody could tell. While Matt was very much looking forward to the show, he was actually quite scared. If the girls had to do it, then surely they'd dare the boys to do it, and there was no way Matt was going to suck Andy's dick, and he was pretty sure that Andy felt the same. But Andy kept at it, and Kate pouted and said she'd do it, and here they were, with Stacey flat on her back on the floor, Kate between her legs, lapping at her clit like a professional. 

She hadn't wanted to do it originally, but she must've been enjoying it, because she was eating her out quite passionately, Matt noticed, running her hands over Stacey's naked body, with her lips wrapped around Stacey's entire cunt. Matt couldn't see what she was doing with her tongue, but it must've been good, because Stacey was caught in a never ending moan, and her legs and body kept throwing out little spasms, her stomach tightening as her clit was relentlessly pleasured. 

After about only five minutes, the moans turned rapid, and her legs straightened out as the muscles in them tightened up, and Stacey's entire body convulsed as she came. Kate fulfilled her dare well, licking her all the way through the orgasm, until she was well and truly done. 

Sitting up and wiping Stacey's juices off her face, she smiled and grabbed her drink. "That wasn't so bad I guess."

"Yeah, we can tell. Stacey certainly loved it". Stacey was unable to respond, just offering a dreamy smile and nodding slowly. 

"Alright Andy, your turn. Truth or dare?" Kate asked. 

"Truth. Haven't picked that for a while."

"Alright then. Hmm. What was the last thing you jerked off to?"

"A porno of some chick using a dildo to get herself off. Pretty plain, but she was really hot"

"You boring shit!" she said, laughing. 

"Haha yeah I know, oh well. Your turn Stace. What're you up for?"

Still recovering, Stacey sounded out of breath when she replied. "Truth. I'm too out of it to do a dare at the moment", making everyone laugh. 

"Ok then. When I dared Kate to eat you out, you went silent. You wanted her to do it, didn't you?" This prompted Matt and Kate to round on Stacey, silently demanding her answer. They got one in the form of a very red face. 

"Um...kinda?" she replied, embarrassed, before bumbling out more words. "Not that way, I don't mean I wanted Kate to eat me out, but getting head is getting head, y'know? It's gonna feel awesome whoever does it"

"Hmm, yeah I guess."

Stacey asked Matt what he chose, and he followed suit and picked truth. "How's the buttplug? Do you like it? I want details."

Matt squirmed uncomfortably, unintentionally shifting the plug, sending a shiver up his spine. He could feel his face starting to burn. "Um, it's gotten alright I guess. It was really uncomfortable at first, but I've gotten used to it. I wouldn't say it's 'good', but I don't hate it," he said, looking at the floor the entire time. 

Stacey just smiled seductively. "Yeah, it gets like that".

They all reached for their drinks as one, and went back to the game. When Stacey had finished her dare of walking down to the mailbox naked, she came back inside shivering, then looked at Andy and asked "truth or dare", and got "dare" in response. Matt wondered why she chose him, as he hadn't had a turn for a while.

Stacey looked Andy dead in the eyes. Matt's stomach dropped. He knew it was coming. She was going to dare him to suck Matt's dick. Although he partially agreed with her assertion that it feels great whoever does it, he wasn't exactly happy about getting a blowjob from a guy. 

"I dare you and Matt to fuck"

"WHAT?!" Both Matt and Andy had cried out at the same time, before spewing out refusals as fast as they could, but Stacey just held up her hand. "Hey, rules of the game. And Kate did her dare, and I didn't even get asked about it either." Before Matt could assert he wasn't asked either, Stacey said "this'll just count for your next dare as well Matt". 

Matt and Andy both looked at each other, then subconsciously, down at each other's dicks. Matt's dick had more girth, but Andy had length in his favour, clocking in around 6-7 inches Matt guessed. They were both assessing whether they could take the other's inside them. They both realised what they were each looking at, and their eyes snapped up at once. Matt stuttered, but Andy blurted out "I'm top!" before Matt had a chance. 

"Wait, what?! Are you fucking serious?"

"Hey, I want to do this the same amount you do, but they're not gonna let us get out it, and besides, you've had that buttplug in for ages, so it'll hurt you less." Hating Stacey for what he now thought was a preparatory dare, he realised the logic was sound, but that made him feel worse. A minute ago, he was worried that he might get his dick sucked by a guy, now he was facing the prospect of taking that guy's dick in his arse. He could simply refuse, but the copious amount of alcohol he had ingested had lowered his inhibitions just enough to contemplate it. 

Both the girls were now sitting on the couch, eager to watch it seemed. Andy stood up and walked out of the room, and reappeared a few moments later with a condom. He held it up sheepishly. 

Matt swallowed the lump in his throat, then his body took control of itself and sat forward and got into a position on his hands and knees, while Andy put the condom on and slathered the whole length with generous amounts of lubrication.

He stared at the floor, wondering why the hell he was going through with this, when Andy piped up. "Hey dude, you think you can maybe, um, take out the buttplug?" He'd completely forgotten, his mind was so consumed with what was about to happen. He absentmindedly reached behind himself and grabbed the base and slowly pulled it out. When he felt it pop out, his arse suddenly felt completely empty, as if it was missing something and desired what had previously filled it. 

He felt Andy kneel behind him on the floor, and place one hand on his arse, pulling the cheek open to expose his bud. He heard him take a deep breath, then felt him place the head of his cock at the entrance to his backdoor. 

He was instantly struck with the sobering realisation that he was about to be fucked up the arse, but before he could say anything, Andy pushed. Due to the buttplug that had been inside Matt for near an hour, there was little resistance, and he could feel the head pop as it entered him, causing a sharp intake of breath. Andy stopped pushing for a moment, as if summing up the will to keep going, then started pushing deeper, then eventually came to a stop when he was all the way in.

With Andy's cock about 6 inches deep inside him, Matt stared ahead, his mind swimming. He was bigger than the plug, so the empty feeling he'd felt when it was removed had now been replaced by an even fuller sensation than before, and he was ashamed to admit that he didn't hate this either. It was just as, if not more, satisfying. He tried to reason that his body had just become accustomed and wasn't used to nothing being there, but when Andy slowly pulled back, he knew it wasn't a valid defence. The sliding across his ring felt good. Very good. 

Andy reached the end of his shaft, then began to push back in again, and stopped when he was all the way in again. "Does it hurt? It's so fucking tight I can't tell if I'm doing it too hard."

Matt didn't want to reply in case they could tell by the sound of his voice how much he was loving this, but he thought no reply would reveal this even more, so he simply said "no". 

Andy started up again, sliding out then pushing back in, at a slightly faster pace, repeating the pattern and settling into a steady pace until he was properly fucking Matt. Matt could hear Andy's breaths growing; he was clearly enjoying this. Matt wasn't anymore though. His arse was starting to burn slightly, and he had a feeling he knew why. "Um, Andy? I don't suppose those condoms are latex free? Cos I'm allergic and it's starting to hurt" 

Andy stopped and blurted out "oh shit, sorry dude, I had no idea!" and quickly pulled himself out of Matt, causing Matt to involuntarily push back, his arse already missing Andy's hard cock. 

Before he even realised what was happening, Andy had pulled the condom off, then quickly coveted his now naked cock in more lube, and lined up with matt's arse and plunged back inside. 

The difference in the feeling was unbelievable. Matt could now feel every vein, every bump, and best of all, the warmth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a "hnnngggg" without meaning to, causing the girls on the couch to gasp. He'd forgotten they were watching this. He soon forgot again when Andy pulled out and started fucking him again, with heavy breaths coming from him with every thrust. 

Matt was breathing heavy now too, the naked cock feeling divine, and he noticed his cock was now growing quite plump and beginning to leak precum. 

With the cock pounding away at him, he lost himself in the feeling until he heard Kate speak. "Having fun, are you boys?"

Matt was indeed, so much that he couldn't even reply because he didn't want to let out the moan building in his throat. Andy didn't reply either, but his breathing soon turned to short grunts, and he started going harder, holding tight onto Matt's hips and driving his cock into his arse. 

Matt couldn't help it. He moaned. Loudly. The girls gasped again, and he thought Andy might react, but he just kept fucking Matt as if nothing had happened, causing the moans to start pouring from his throat. 

Matt was having the greatest sex of his life, and his dick wasn't even being touched. It was hard as a rock though, sticking up and pointing straight ahead, with a small puddle of precum underneath it. 

His hips started bucking, pushing himself back onto Andy's amazing dick, the both of them moaning and grunting and covered in sweat, fucking each other with primal lust. Andy's grunts began to rise in pitch, and he started crying out with every thrust. Matt could feel his arse start to pulsate, and he felt a tickle growing inside his cock, and after a few more thrusts he heard Andy scream out "oh fuck I'm gonna cum!", and he felt his cock grow thicker as it prepared to empty itself inside his arse. The extra thickness sent Matt wild, and right as he felt warm liquid shooting out of Andy's rod, his own cock exploded, shooting cum out of it. 

Matt's groaned long and loud, and his body started spasming. Andy grabbed him so he wouldn't fall, wrapping his arms around his chest and pounded away at his arse, milking the rest of the cum out of his cock. Matt's dick twitched all the while, spewing out the last remaining residents of his balls onto the carpet. 

Andy slowed down, and eventually came to a stop, still deep inside Matt. They knelt in their embrace for a few moments, before Andy slowly withdrew from Matt's arse, then lay down on the floor, breathing heavily. Matt did the same, his skin tingling all over his body, his brain throbbing at the intensity of his orgasm. He could feel Andy's jizz slowly leaking out of his arse, but he didn't care. He had just had the best sexual experience of his life. 

After a moment of silence, Kate burst out "that was the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen." Stacey nodded in agreement, a look of awe plastered across her face, then added "you totally have to let us watch next time you do that."

Matt looked over at Andy, and was met with Andy looking back. The look on both of their faces said what their mouths didn't need to: 'next time' was definitely something that was going to happen.