------------------------------------ 'Stood Up' by Riv Yavtry (mg+, oral) ------------------------------------ Actually I wasn't sure how to express the way I was feeling, but it wasn't good. Sara, the girlfriend of my best mate (who is also called Mike) had the idea of a double date, pairing me up with a friend of hers I'd never met before named Monica. We met at Mike's place as agreed, but when Monica hadn't shown up after half an hour, Sara rang her. She answered immediately and I distinctly heard "too busy" down the cellphone, but Sara covered for her friend saying she was ill, had taken a couple of pills and fallen asleep. Not wanting to be a gooseberry, I had returned home at least two hours earlier than planned. Opening the front door, I heard girls' voices coming from the lounge. I suddenly remembered my brattish sister Sally had arranged a sleepover with her brattish friends. Part of me was annoyed because I wanted to be alone to sulk and I hated having to compete for the bathroom with half a dozen extra in the morning, but part of me was secretly pleased. Although I thought of them as brattish, and at twelve years old and three years younger than me I shouldn't have been interested, recently the girls had started to grow up and take better care of themselves and look rather cute. Habitually the girls were upstairs in Sally's bedroom so I was curious as to their presence in the lounge. I opened the door and looked in. "Hi kids," making fun of their tender years. The girls were sitting in a circle in their nightdresses with an empty bottle in the middle. Each girl also had a bottle of beer at her side. The atmosphere in the room hit me like a brick, powerful and musky. "Hi Mike, we weren't expecting you back," started Sally. "Hi Mike," the other girls chorused. "Are you drinking beer? Where are mum and dad?" I butted in. "Like you never drank beer when you were my age." Sally rolled her eyes. "Mum and dad have gone to the theatre. They'll be back about midnight. They said not to wait up." "If they find you with beer you'll be in so much trouble," I warned. "We'll hide the empties in my room and drop them off at the recycling centre tomorrow. If you rat on us, we'll kill you. Anyway, what happened to your blind date?" "I was stood up," I admitted, unable to stop myself blushing at the humiliation. "Oh Mike, I'm sorry. You don't deserve that." Genuine pity and concern showed in Sally's eyes. I'd never noticed before quite how beautiful they were. "Say gang, why don't we let Mike join us?" "No, I'd only get in the way. I'm going upstairs to change." I shut the lounge door on my way out. I overheard urgent hushed whispers and was tempted to press my ear to the door to hear what they were saying, but I thought the better of it. Upstairs in my bedroom I changed from the smart clothes I had worn for my date into jeans and t-shirt. Not having eaten, I was contemplating whether to risk going back downstairs to make myself something in the kitchen, whether to order a pizza delivery or whether to go out somewhere on my own, when there was a gentle knock at the door. "Come in, I'm decent," I called, expecting it to be Sally. To my surprise it was Nicole, who was turning into a real looker. Her nightdress was of thick cotton, but finished mid thigh and I found myself staring at her smooth, shapely thighs. "Mike, we'd like you to come down and join us in a little game. We'll make it worth your while." I adjusted my gaze first to the small mounds on her chest then to her limpid hazel eyes. Annoyingly I felt my body react involuntarily, my cock becoming hard. I hoped Nicole wouldn't look down at the front of my jeans. "Um," I gulped, "what sort of game?" "Come down and join us and we'll explain." Nicole held out her hand. What the heck, it's not as if I had anything else to do. I let the cute preteen take me by the hand and lead me back down to the lounge. All the girls had excited flushes on their faces. "What do I have to do?" I asked. "Lie back on the sofa and make yourself comfortable" said Sally. I complied with her request. Fortunately my cock had shrunk back to normal by this time. Another girl, Frankie, produced a black scarf. "We're going to blindfold you so you can't see," she explained. Frankie was a late developer, and still had a fair amount of puppy fat. She folded the scarf into a narrow band and came over to the sofa. She wound the scarf round my head, covering my eyes, then tied it at the back. I felt a whoosh of air in front of me and I guessed she had tested the blindfold by pretending to slap me - if I'd tried to jerk my head away she would have known I could still see. "Now what?" I asked. "Now we spin the bottle," said one of the girls, I think it was the one called Charlie. The room went completely silent, then I could just make out the faint, scratchy rustling as the bottle span on the carpet. The sound died away as the bottle stopped. There followed some nervous giggles and the rustling of clothes, followed by the soft sound of footsteps approaching the sofa. "I'm holding a pair of panties up to your nose," said Sally and soft, cotton fabric grazed my nose. "You have to smell them and name the owner. If you're right, the owner has to reward you by sucking your cock. If you're wrong, the owner will kneel over your face and you have to lick her cunny. Understood?" As far as I was concerned, at no point had I agreed to participate in the game. But against my better instincts I felt compelled to join in. I myself had been let down tonight, and I didn't want to let the girls down since they all seemed up for it. I sniffed the panties which my nose was now buried in. The scent was quite strong, which somehow made me think of a little girl. "Frankie?" I guessed. There was a groan from one of the girls and I knew I had got it right. "Remember, if he cums in your mouth you don't have to swallow," Nicole advised her. A reluctant hand lowered my zipper then Frankie's chubby fingers felt inside my boxers and fished out my flaccid cock. "It feels all soft and silky and it's a lot smaller than I thought it would be," she exclaimed. "Rub it up and down like so," said Nicole. I could only imagine the gestures she was making with her hand. The chubby fist pumped away and my cock involuntarily responded. Frankie gasped as my cock rapidly expanded to full erection. My foreskin was peeled down and a pair of hot, wet lips enveloped the head of my cock, causing it to throb with pleasure. "What does it taste like?" asked Charlie. "Not bad," Frankie responded with her mouth full, pleasantly vibrating my cock. I could feel her sucking, and realised she was a complete novice. "Would you like some feedback?" I asked. "Yes please," admitted Frankie, "I've never done this before." "Although it's called cock sucking, you don't actually suck. If you want me to cum, you have to imitate fucking. Keep the head of my cock in your mouth so it stays hot and wet, but move the rest in and out as deep and fast as you can. And lick the underside of the shaft while you're doing it." Frankie first tried to take too much into her mouth, and gagged when my cock hit the back of her throat. But slowly she learned how far she could comfortably take me and started mouth-fucking me. My cock responded by feeling even bigger and harder. When Frankie started licking the underside of the head as well, I knew I wasn't going to last long. Involuntarily my hips started lifting off the sofa in time with Frankie's rhythm and then I felt my groin tighten. "I'm about to cum," I warned, expecting Frankie to pull her mouth away. Instead she took me as deep as she could, then I started spurting. To my delight I felt her throat moving in time with my spurts as she swallowed my cum. After my cock stopped spurting I felt Frankie pump it with her fist to squeeze out the last few drops, which she lapped up with her tongue "Frankie, you little slut! What does it taste like?" I didn't recognise the voice, it might have been Laura. "Not bad but it was a bit stringy. I need some more beer now to swill it down." "Fancy a beer, Mike?" asked Sally. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. "Please," I replied. I heard a pop and a fizz as the lid was prized off, then a cold bottle was placed in my hand. The girls must have planned ahead because the beer had been in the refrigerator. I greedily took a few gulps. The girls gave me a few minutes to recover then announced it was time to play again. The room hushed again, then I heard the bottle spinning. Again when it stopped there were nervous giggles, then a soft pair of panties were held to my nose. There was a faint musky odour covered by a soft, floral perfume. This was more adult and womanly. For some reason my mind went blank and the only name I could think of was Laura, a sulky-looking, skinny, pouting blonde who had done some child modelling and seemed on course to be a future size- zero supermodel. "Laura," I said, with little confidence that I was right. "Wrong!" squealed Nicole, gleefully and triumphantly. It dawned on me that my bad choice had worked out okay, since I was going to get to lick the cunny of the little siren who had lured me down to this game. Nicole positioned herself so she was kneeling over my head. Although she wasn't touching me I could feel the warmth of her thighs and smell the same floral perfume I had detected on her panties. "Ready," she said. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and encountered - hair! "Um, guys," I said, "I think this would go a lot better if I could see what I was doing." "Huddle," Sally announced. Nicole got off the sofa, then I heard urgent, indistinct whispering from the other side of the room as the girls reached a consensus. "We'll take the blindfold off while you're licking a cunny if you strip off completely for the rest of the game," Sally offered. The girls had already seen most of me, and I really wanted to ogle Nicole's cunny while I was licking her. "Agreed!" Sally removed the blindfold and I stood up and peeled off my t- shirt, jeans and boxers. Six sets of eyes hungrily sized me up, taking in my thatch of pubic hair and my two little love-eggs in their crinkly-skinned sac. I laid back on the sofa and Nicole came and knelt over me again. It occurred to me that I should also have asked to be on top for this, but I didn't want to push my luck. Nicole had a really nice cunny. The sparse pubic hair I had encountered earlier hadn't yet extended to her puffy outer labia. I looked up inside her nightie and saw her smooth, taut stomach, but regrettably the fit of hre nightie meant I couldn't see as far as her budding breasts. Now I could see what I was doing I homed in on my target with my tongue, and licked the length of Nicole's cunny, causing her to gasp with pleasure. Burrowing with the point of my tongue, I forced my way between the outer labia to access the inner labia. "Can I use my fingers as well?" I asked. "Nicole?" asked Sally, leaving it up to my victim. "I guess so." I used my fingers to part Nicole's outer labia and keep them apart, then I licked the length of her inner labia. She didn't gasp this time but gave little involuntary spasms, and I detected moisture. I lapped up her juices, delicious and tangy, causing her to produce more. Suddenly I spotted her little nubbin, peeping from its hood. I teased Nicole by licking round it before sucking it into my mouth. Nicole moaned, breathing heavily. I resumed lapping up her juices, then tried to burrow into her tunnel with my furled tongue. I was thwarted by Nicole's intact hymen just inside, but Nicole squealed with pleasure. She was panting heavily now and I guessed she was close to cumming. I lapped up more of her delicious juices, then sucked her clit again. Suddenly Nicole screamed, clenched her smooth, hot thighs tightly against my head and pushed down on my face, releasing yet more delicious juices into my eager mouth. I could feel her cunny spasming with orgasm as I eagerly lapped up her nectar. Finally Nicole collapsed on top of me, her whole body trembling. "Oh God, that was amazing," she admitted in a quivering voice. "Okay Nicole, let him breathe," said a girl called Chrissy with a tinge of jealousy. Reluctantly Nicole dismounted, and I belatedly realised my cock was rock hard again and weeping. If the other girls hadn't been there I could see myself fucking Nicole. I gulped down some more beer at the thought. There was a few minutes respite while Nicole went to the bathroom to dry herself and put her panties back on, then I was blindfolded again and the game resumed. When the bottle finished spinning, there were some sharp intakes of breathe. When the pair of panties were proffered for my verdict I realised why. I recognised the smell immediately - I had lived with it every day for the past twelve years. My mind became a turmoil of mixed emotions. Sally was my brattish little sister, this was wrong. On the other hand it would be quite a power-trip to have her suck my cock, and torture her by making it last as long as possible. And yet it would also be fun to witness her budding sexuality and torture her with my tongue. "How about if I guess right I get to choose whether I get my cock sucked or I lick the owner of these panties?" Partly I was stalling for time. "Huddle," commanded Sally again. She seemed to be the ringleader of the group, placing her in a new light from merely a brattish sister. The whispering finished and the verdict was announced. "No, you don't get to choose." I recalled the hurt in Sally's eyes when I admitted I'd been stood up, and I made my choice. "Chrissy." "Wrong," announced Sally with a tinge of regret in her voice, and I wondered if she too were having misgivings. The blindfold was removed again and Sally made to position herself over me. Before she pulled her nightie up, I made a conciliatory offer. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, squirt." Immediately I regretted using my pet insult for her because I knew it would just strengthen her resolve. "Getting cold feet are you, you big lump?" Sally retorted, trading pet insult for pet insult. "You can chicken out too if you don't think you're man enough." Despite the tough words, I suspected Sally might be secretly glad to be relieved of the ordeal. However while I was mulling it over, Sally made the decisive move and lifted up the front of her nightie, exposing herself to me in a way I hadn't seen for nearly a decade. She had a cute little puffy-lipped, hairless cunny beneath her gently rounded tummy. It was clear she was some way behind Nicole in her development. Manoeuvring my head, I placed butterfly kisses on Sally's smooth, warm inner thighs, working up to butterfly kisses on her outer labia. As with Nicole I pierced her outer labia with my tongue, then using my fingers to hold her open, licked the length of Sally's inner labia. Sally's breathing was rhythmic and heavy, but I detected very little moisture, if any. I sought out her clit underneath its hood and struggled to find it. I wondered if Sally were somehow managing to damp down her reactions to prolong my ordeal, as I had been planning to do to her. I furled my tongue and tried to force it inside her tunnel. Sally's breathing quickened but she didn't make any audible response. I encountered her hymen but this felt different - there was a sort of edge to it as though it were an incomplete barrier. Sally was wearing quite a long nightie, and I was fairly sure it was obscuring much of what was going on from the other girls, unlike Nicole's short nightie. Taking a chance I slid a finger past the incomplete barrier of Sally's hymen into her virgin tunnel. She hissed angrily at me and clenched her muscles, trapping my finger, but took no action to force me out. I resumed licking with my tongue and found Sally was now quite moist, and her clit was standing out proudly. As I continued licking Sally slowly relaxed and I started finger-fucking her in time with my licks. I felt Sally's pulse rate increasing as I lapped up her succulent, creamy juices. Suddenly she emitted a succession of little grunts as her whole body seemed to throb round my invading finger. As Sally's orgasm died down, I removed my invading finger then lapped up the rest of her juices. "I'll get you for that," hissed Sally angrily, but the excited gleam in her eyes betrayed the pleasure I had just given her. I made a point of holding up my finger, slick with her most intimate fluids, and licking it clean, causing Sally to glare daggers at me. As she dismounted, I saw my cock was again rock hard and weeping. My mind was in instant turmoil. Could I have been capable of fucking my brattish little sister? What we had just done was wrong, but surely fucking was an absolute no-no. Sally saw where I was staring and her eyes widened with surprise. I could feel my face burning as I blushed. Normally that would be a trigger for Sally to make fun of me, but she turned away quickly and rejoined the other girls. Another comfort break followed, then it was back on with the blindfold and on with the game. The bottle stopped and another pair of panties were presented to me. It occurred to me that the game might be rigged so that each girl got a turn with me. The new pair of panties had a strong odour to them, and it crossed my mind that licking the owner might not be particularly pleasant. The three remaining girls were Charlie, Laura and Chrissy. I somehow didn't think the owner was Laura. I quite liked Charlie and didn't associate her with having any particular scent. Chrissy was an average girl in all respects, and being very shy was usually overlooked. She was a bit of an oddment in the group. "Chrissy," I gambled. No loud cheering followed, just a factual pronouncement of correctness from Sally. I could sense Chrissy's reluctance. Chrissy's turn didn't start well. Although she tried hard and got my cock to full erection, something was lacking. Perhaps it was her lack of co-ordination, the reluctance I could sense, the lack of attraction between us, the fact that I had cum not too long ago or some combination thereof but after several minutes of vigorous administrations I was no closer to cumming. Lying back I let my mind wander from the task. I remembered how my cock felt after I had tongued Nicole to orgasm, straining and ready to spurt with little further provocation. I imagined Nicole's pretty mouth enveloping my cock, then what it would be like to put my cock inside her tunnel and fuck her properly. Suddenly I felt my cock give three weak spurts. Just in time I remembered my cock was in Chrissy's mouth, and managed to stop myself from calling out Nicole's name. Chrissy swallowed my cum, but then gagged. "Yeuk, that's horrible. Give me a beer quick." That temporarily put a damper on the game, but after another comfort break the girls decided to press on. The next pair of panties presented to my nose were of a completely different texture to the soft, cotton little-girl panties I had experienced so far. These were light and smooth and silky with only the faintest perfume and I had no doubt who these belonged to. "Charlie," I deliberately called out the wrong name. "Wrong!" exclaimed Laura gleefully. The blindfold was removed and Laura positioned herself over my head. She too had a long nightie, which she lifted up to reveal a bald little-girl cunny with puffy lips. Omitting the foreplay I had indulged in with my sister Sally, I went straight for her cunny with my tongue. I parted her outer lips and licked inside but she remained totally dry. "Lower," Laura urged. I wondered what she meant, and tried licking the far side of her labia towards her perineum. "Lower, lower," Laura urged again, with a note of affirmation in her tone that I was going the right way. I licked the length of her perineum until I was perilously close to her anus. Laura's breathing was getting heavier. "Lower!" This was definitely unknown territory for me, but I hadn't tasted anything nasty so far so I licked a circle round Laura's puckered pink rosebud before gritting myself and probing it with my tongue. The response was incredible. Laura groaned with pleasure and clenched all her muscles, and I felt her juices start to flow, wetting my chin. "Yes, yes," she encouraged. I felt Laura deliberately relax her anal sphincter and I think she intended me to insert my tongue. Although I hadn't yet encountered anything to put me off, that was a step too far for me. Instead I moistened a finger in her juices and punctured Laura's anus with it, knowing the length of her nightie would prevent the onlookers seeing what I was doing. The result was like an electric shock flowing through her body, causing her to lose control and her juices to flow copiously. I lapped up Laura's sweet, sticky fluids while finger- fucking her anus, then finally turned my attention to her engorged clit, standing out like a little penis. As soon as I sucked it into my mouth and nipped it playfully with my teeth, Laura exploded with a loud wail. I continued to thrust my finger in and out of her spasming anus and tease her huge clit, and Laura's orgasm seemed to go on and on and so did the wailing. After what seemed an eternity Laura's orgasm died away, and she collapsed, trembling on top of me. I discreetly removed my finger from her anus, hoping it wasn't too sticky and smelly but to my relief it wasn't bad - just one or two brown flecks. Laura had to be helped off me, her trembling body unable to stand for the moment. "I need to use the bathroom," I announced, and left the lounge to wash my finger and my chin. I pondered the potential supermodel getting off on anal penetration, and wondered what it would be like to stick my cock up there. My cock submitted its approval to this concept by getting hard again and I had to wait for it to go soft again. Back in the lounge, the girls were ready for the game to continue. I was now convinced they were taking it in turns and the next pair of panties would be Charlie's. That presented me with another dilemma. Charlie was a bit of a tomboy, with short, blonde, curly hair and a robust, athletic build. From the back you'd be hard-pressed to tell she was a girl. I liked her well enough and felt she was quite cute, but she was the little sister of a boy in my class, with whom I was good friends. I wondered what his reaction would be if he found out what was about to happen. Would he be more upset at her sucking my cock or my licking her cunny? After the ordeal with Chrissy, I was unsure about my ability to cum again. I decided the best option anyway was probably to lick her cunny. As before a pair of panties was held up to my nose. These were thick and soft and sweetly scented. I decided to make a joke of having rumbled the way the game was fixed. "Mum!" I exclaimed. There was a chorus of "Ewwww!" and "Gross!" from the other girls and "Mike, that's not funny," from Sally. "Sorry," I sheepishly apologised. "He was wrong so he still gets to lick me though?" pressed Charlie. "Okay," the other girls affirmed. When Charlie lifted up her nightie I had a shock. There was a thick thatch of blonde pubic hair framing a much more developed cunny than her peers. Despite her outward appearance, Charlie seemed a good couple of years ahead in her sexual maturity. When I pierced her outer labia with my tongue I found she was already moist. Charlie clenched her hot thighs against my head and ground her cunny into my face. I lapped up her juices, then toyed with her engorged clit. Almost immediately she had a mini-orgasm - I felt her internal muscles clenching and unclenching but outwardly she gave virtually no indication. My head remained trapped and she continued grinding her cunny against me, an indication she wanted me to continue. I resumed lapping up her juices, pausing occasionally to lick or nip her clit, then I felt her shudder with another mini-orgasm. Again she wanted me to continue, she was blatantly using me purely as a sex toy. I wouldn't have minded but my tongue and my ears were getting sore. After a third mini-orgasm, Charlie indicated she wanted still more. I was on the point of pleading for mercy when I decided to try something different. I furled my tongue and probed her tunnel with it. To my surprise I didn't encounter any barrier, although she may well have lost her hymen through her sporty nature. I wasn't exactly in a position to ask. Charlie squealed and shivered with delight. Thrusting out my tongue as far as it would go, I tried to tongue-fuck her. I felt Charlie losing control, her breathing getting faster and shallower. Simultaneously I used my thumb to tease Charlie's clit and wham, Charlie screamed as a huge orgasm coursed through her body. This time she couldn't take any more, and she collapsed, panting, on top of me. "Beer," I croaked, and Sally opened a fresh bottle for me as Charlie dismounted, a huge smile on her face. We had another comfort break, then Frankie called out, "Who's for another round?" I was saved by Sally, who looked at the clock and said, "Look at the time. My parents could be back soon. We'd better clear up." There was a flurry of activity. I got dressed and everyone sank their beers and cleaned up the room until it was as our parents had left it. Except, as I pointed out, for the tell-tale odours. "What can we do?" asked Sally, "We have to be in bed before our parents get home." "You and your friends do but I don't. I missed out on dinner so I'll microwave some frozen pizza and eat it in here to hide the smell. Mum and dad will get upset but not half as upset as they would have been if they'd worked out what we'd been doing." "Thanks, you have some uses after all, you big lump." Sally perched on tiptoe to place a chaste little kiss on my cheek and took the empty beer bottle from my hand. "Thanks to you it wasn't such a bad evening after all," I replied. "Um, Mike," Sally hesitated, a troubled look on her face. "Yes?" I pressed Sally to come out with what was bothering her. "I think we need to talk about what happened between us tonight." "Agreed, but I don't think this is the time or the place." I slapped Sally playfully on the butt. "Get to bed now, squirt!" Normally the slap and name-calling would have provoked a fight, but Sally just giggled and scampered up the stairs, wiggling her butt provocatively.