Subject: Truth or Dare
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral
Diary Date: November 24, 2000
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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People asked me whether or not I ever played this when I was younger and
if so, why I didn't write about it. Well, of course I did – who hasn’t?
The main reason I’ve stayed away from “Truth or Dare” stories is that
they seem a little bit too cliché. Erotic story websites are full of
such plots, most of which I think are garbage and few, if any,
believable. My concern was that if I published one then I would be
looked at as being no different. Finally, some friends convinced me to
give it a try so here’s what happened one time when we played the game.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Remembering the “Good Old Days”
Chapter 2 – Masturbation Contest at School With Beth
Chapter 3 – “Convincing” My Boyfriend
Chapter 4 – A Mother-Daughter Chat
Chapter 5 – Getting Ready
Chapter 6 – Playing the Game
Chapter 7 – The Contests
Chapter 8 – Finally Fucked
Chapter 1 – Remembering the “Good Old Days”
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There must be a million porn movies and erotic stories written about
Truth or Dare, none of which I would venture have any bearing on reality
and are just the ill-conceived fantasies of some lonely and horny guy.
Anyone wanting a clear demonstration of the differences between girls and
boys needs only watch a REAL game of Truth or Dare. If it’s all young
teenage girls, I would bet that 98% of the time all they do was giggle,
talk a little naughty, and blush - a LOT. If it’s all boys, well forget
that because I’ve never heard of a group of guys playing the game. The
only time guys seem to want to play is when they have hopes that it will
provide an opportunity for something sexual to happen between them and
the girls. No doubt this “hope” is based on watching too many porn
movies and reading the stories I mentioned before.
In stark contrast, in my experience girls use Truth or Dare more as a
social game, providing a setting where they can rationalize saying and
doing things that would be embarrassing otherwise. It provides an
opportunity for them to ask questions about things they’re curious about
but are too shy to just come out and say them. Sorry guys, but I can’t
remember a single time playing Truth or Dare with my friends where
anything serious happened between two girls other than a tentative kiss
or VERY brief touching, followed immediately by tons of giggles and
mutual embarrassment. I hate to burst the bubble of all the American Pie
enthusiasts, but that’s the straight dope about Truth or Dare. Most
people I’ve talked to about it have similar memories (when they’re being
honest) although I’m sure a few had more risqué experiences.
As I got older, the need for games like Truth or Dare faded away when my
friends and I started having sex with our boyfriends (and girlfriends in
a couple of cases). Thus talking openly about sex no longer seemed
“naughty” or embarrassing. Now that I was fifteen and a sophomore in
high school, my last Truth or Dare game was behind me – or so I thought.
Then one day I was having lunch with Beth at school when she brought the
subject up.
“Hey, remember the last time we played Truth or Dare?”
Now where did THAT question come from out of the blue? I looked at her
with my eyebrows raised, wondering what was going on considering we’d
just been discussing the upcoming Thanksgiving break, nothing to do with
sex or even being naughty. Even so, I couldn't help but smile as the
memories came back and played in my head
“Oh, you mean the time we made poor Nancy kiss you?”
Beth practically spit out her food as she laughed. “Yeah, I thought she
was going to die of embarrassment. Poor girl, she was always so shy
about that sort of thing.”
“OK, so what about it?”
“Well, you know Bill, don’t you?”
Actually, all I really knew about Bill was that he was some senior that
Beth had been dating lately – and screwing as often as possible as well
from what she’d told me.
“Oh yeah, the guy with the big dick, right?” I teased her.
It was just a shot in the dark as I had no idea how well-endowed he was.
Knowing Beth, he was probably good-sized as she had a penchant for guys
with large cocks. I use to tease her that it was too bad we hardly had
any blacks at our school. (Please... I was just teasing – don’t send me
e-mails calling me a racist!)
“Oh, so you DO know him,” she giggled. “Well anyway, he’s been pushing
me to do a threesome with him. He’s heard about you, like who hasn’t, so
last night he asked me if you would do it.”
“Do it?”
“You know, join in with us.”
Beth had been my best friend and all since I could remember and we shared
a lot over the years. Still, I couldn't help but frown a bit. I’d done
a threesome before, but it was with two boys and there wasn’t another
girl involved. Even though Beth claimed to have been with other girls, I
was strictly for boys at the time. OK, so sometimes we would sometimes
masturbate together when we both got horny but we’d never actually
touched each other, at least not with any sexual intent. It was no
different than what I did with most of my friends. Thus the idea of a
threesome with her and her boyfriend was a little unnerving for me.
“So what’s he expecting us all to do together?”
Beth sighed, sounding a little frustrated, and held my hand. “Ohhhhhh, I
think see what the problem is. You think he wants to watch the two of us
together, don’t you?”
“Well duh, isn’t that what most boys want to watch? Two girls getting it
on?”
Beth just smiled. “Well I’m sure he wouldn't STOP us if we did but
really, he just has this thing about wanting to fuck two girls at the
same time. Apparently he’s never done it.”
Still, I was still not too sure about it. I couldn’t put my finger on
it, but for some reason it all sounded a little fishy to me.
“Can John come?” I asked.
John was my current boyfriend and we’d been doing it quite a bit. One
thing I really liked about him was that he was pretty adventurous when it
came to sex. We’d already done it at a church picnic, in the water at a
beach full of people, and even in a mall restroom at the mall. I guess I
just thought it would be better if another guy was there to keep both
girls occupied so there wouldn't be so much pressure for Bath and me to
have sex together.
Beth pursed her lips a little and I could tell she hadn’t been ready for
THAT question. Frankly, I had the distinct impression that she was
hoping maybe the two of us WOULD do something but I just wasn't ready yet
to have sex with a girl, not even my best friend. Bottom line, I LOVED
being fucked and girls don’t have dicks. Sorry, dildos just aren’t the
same, at least not for me.
“Well, I guess if he says it’s OK... then when do you want to do it?”
Beth asked, apparently figuring it was better to compromise than get
nothing.
“Yeah... how about Friday night?”
“Well, it’s the day after Thanksgiving so would that be OK with your
folks?” Beth asked, “I know you guys always have a lot of family over for
the weekend.”
“I’m sure it would be OK - just so long as it’s not at MY house!” I said
with a bit of a laugh. “Now THAT would be a bit tough to explain to the
relatives.”
Chapter 2 – Masturbation Contest at School With Beth
====================================================
From there we went on to other subjects that were much more fun for me to
discuss, like the last time Bill had fucked her and then I had to tell
her all about my last date with John. By now we were both so
ridiculously horny that I would’ve started fingering myself had I not
been in the middle of the school cafeteria. Actually, a few more minutes
of this and I might not even care about THAT! There was always the
restroom, of course, where I’d retreated more than a few times in the
past to let off some steam.
“Hmmmmmm, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Beth asked with a
mischievous smile.
“Well, we still have ten minutes,” I teased her, “That enough time for
you?”
“Duh! We’d better get going though,” Beth replied, picking up her tray,
“Hey! Bet I beat you this time.”
Of course she was referring to a friendly competition that had developed
over the past few years between the two of us. Sometimes when I
masturbate I like to spend a long time playing with myself and teasing
myself before I cum. Then there are other times when I’m horny as hell
and I just want to cum and get it over with as fast as possible. It was
times like this when Beth and I would sometimes “compete” to see who
could get herself off the fastest. It was usually a pretty tight
competition (no pun intended) but I claimed to hold a slight edge
although I had no doubt that Beth would have hotly disputed my assertion.
We quickly dumped our trash and headed for the girl’s restroom. There
were a few other girls in there but fortunately the last two stalls were
empty so Beth and I made a bee-line with her getting in the last one and
me in the one beside it.
“First one out wins, right?” Beth checked with me just before closing the
door.
She hadn’t bothered to lower her voice much and at least one of the other
girl must have heard her as she turned to look at us with this look of
disgust. You could say Beth and I each had a bit of a “reputation” at
school and while it was fine with the boys, some of the girls were snotty
about it. We just ignored the little bitch and closed the doors behind
us. There wasn't much time before classes started again but I had a lot
of confidence in myself – practice makes perfect, right?
Even though time was a premium, I still took the time to quickly wipe off
the seat. Face it, there are some things you HAVE to do in a public
restroom, no matter how much of a hurry you’re in. I sat down on the
seat, the cold plastic of the ring making me jump just a little.
Reaching down, I pulled up my plaid skirt and bunched it up around my
waist, revealing my pale blue cotton panties underneath. They may not
have been the sexiest things in the world but they were comfortable and
most of the time at school, that's what counted for me. Guys don’t seem
to understand that most “sexy” clothes are also uncomfortable as hell!
You wouldn't catch me dead in a thong unless I planned to show it off to
someone! With my left hand I pulled my panties to the side which allowed
my right hand to dive in and get to work.
The secret to reaching an orgasm, especially when you’re masturbating,
has little to do with the physical act – it’s is all in your head. For
instance, say I’m sitting next to a guy on a couch, watching a movie
while he fondles my pussy. If it’s a good movie and I’m not really into
what he’s doing, it doesn’t matter WHERE he touches me or HOW, I may feel
really good but I’m not gonna cum! Then again, I can be at the pool with
my eyes trained on some hunk of a guy like a heat-seeking missile,
fantasizing about how good his cock would taste and then how it would
feel in me. It’s at times like this that about all I have to do is rub
my pussy up against something, even a table leg, and I’ll reach orgasm on
the spot!
Unlike girls, guys seem to be all physical when it comes to getting off.
Hell, I can make a guy cum in his sleep just by sucking or stroking his
dick! Guys can’t even control their cocks enough to keep from getting
hard in awkward situations. Heck, I bet you could strap a guy down and
promise him a million dollars if he can hold back and I could still make
him cum with a half-hearted blowjob.
With me, the biggest thing about reaching orgasm is that I have to WANT
to cum. No amount of stimulation or fantasy is going to make me cum
against my will. From there, it’s all about what I’m thinking, even
more than what I’m physically feeling. Heck, I can all but cum just from
having someone stroke my hair in the right situations. Of course, proper
stimulation never hurt although most guys haven’t a clue how to touch or
lick a pussy, especially the teenage ones who seem to think speed and
intensity are the keys.
Usually when I masturbate I’m not in a hurry so I’ll think about my
boyfriend or some guy who turns me on and gradually work myself up.
There are times when it’s as much about the journey as reaching the
destination. However, the first thing I do when I’m starting to
masturbate with the intent to cum as quickly as possible is to think
about something really naughty. Doing it in public places, flashing a
teacher, those sort of things. The trick is to get my body on the edge
of an orgasm without even touching myself such that when I DO, it doesn’t
take much to push my pussy over the edge.
The other girls finally left, leaving Beth and me to ourselves,
literally. In the quiet I could hear her playing with herself, her
breath already gasping slightly and sounding forced. Too bad the stalls
were so small. When we did it together we would usually sit opposite
each other so we could watch the other touch herself. I loved watching
Beth masturbate and it turned me on when she got visibly horny watching
me do myself. Had we been together it would likely have gone faster for
both of us but knowing she was doing it next door to me was still a help.
As I played with my clit I found myself thinking about Beth’s offer to be
with her and her boyfriend. Bill WAS quite a hunk and I could imagine
how good he would probably fuck me. Would Beth be playing with herself
in front of us as her boyfriend fucked me? My mind started to wander more
to thoughts of her playing with her pussy than Bill fucking me. How did
she smell? Did her pussy taste like mine? How would her clit feel like
under my tongue? How far could I push my tongue up into her wet pussy?
With that thought I shoved my middle finger deep into my pussy and
gasped. Usually I would have been imagining someone like Bill fucking
me but now I caught myself wondered what it would feel like for Beth to
do push her finger into me instead of mine. Unlike some fumbling teenage
boy, I would bet that she would know how to touch my clit, how to rub it
just the right way. She would know how to let her tongue flicker over my
clit, how to tease it just the right amount to make it send shock waves
of pleasure through the rest of my body, like the epicenter of an giant
earthquake.
God my pussy was SO incredibly wet! I easily slid a second finger into
me. Again, instead of imaging a big cock forcing its way into me, I
thought of Beth adding another finger in me, then a third and maybe even
more. When it was covered with my pussy juices she would offer it to me
to lick, letting me taste my own pussy on her fingers and then lick the
rest of it off herself with a smile.
Was Beth dreaming of me now or maybe she was fantasizing about her
boyfriend fucking me? I could hear her skirt rustling next to me as we
both masturbated furiously. What would she say if I stepped into the
stall with her and kneeled in front of her and started licking her bare
pussy? A involuntary gasp escaped from me and I tried to hold back a
second, not wanting to alert Beth as to how close I was getting.
Then it happened, that incredible feeling I get when my orgasm first hits
me. It’s like a sudden electric shock that seems to emerge from my
entire body simultaneously. It doesn’t really have a point of origin
even though it’s my fingers in my pussy that seem to be generating it
along with my fertile imagination. I felt my pussy swell and tighten
down on my fingers, then suddenly gush a flood of pussy com over my hand.
It was all I could do to keep from crying out and declaring to the world
what was happening to me.
If I had more time I could have kept it going for a LOT longer. However,
I knew classes were going to start any minute now so I rushed things
along a bit. My pussy was still throbbing as I unrolled some toilet
paper and wiped up the cum that was dripping from it. I straightened out
my panties and stood up to drop my skirt back down. My legs almost
buckled at first as my panties rubbed up against my ultra-sensitive clit.
It took every bit of willpower I had to keep from sitting back down and
doing it longer. Just as I opened the door I heard a gasp from the stall
next to me. I smiled to myself as I thought of her cumming and then
smiled even broader as I knew I’d beaten her to the punch.
By the time she was out of her stall I’d already straightened out my hair
and was checking my makeup in the mirror. My face was still pretty
flushed but that would go away in time.
“Damn girl, how the hell did you do it so fast?” Beth gasped, the
aftereffects of her own orgasm apparently still in operation.
“Ohhhhhh, I had some help,” I teased her. She looked at me accusingly,
as if I’d cheated somehow. “I meant I had this great fantasy to dream
about.
“Oh really? And when was your best friend going to hear about this so-
called great fantasy?”
I just winked at her and led the way from the restroom where we split up
to go our classes. As I walked my pussy was still excited and it was
almost as if I had a vibrator tucked up in me or something. Mmmmmmm, if
I wasn't careful I’d be back in the restroom again to take care of a
“girl problem”. Somehow I made it through the afternoon without having
to masturbate again although there were a few close calls, especially
when I talked to John and imagined how good he would fuck me the next
time were together.
Chapter 3 – “Convincing” My Boyfriend
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Beth called me that night and gave me the news that her guy was OK with
me bringing John along with. Of course, there was just one tiny issue
remaining - would John want to? This wasn't the sort of thing you asked
your boyfriend over the phone so I called him and asked him if he wanted
to come over to talk to me about something. Now if you don’t think I
have John wrapped around my finger, consider that he was standing in my
bedroom less than fifteen minutes later!
“So Kelly, what did you want to ‘talk’’ about?”
John’s tone of voice definitely implied that he thought it was all just
an excuse by me to get him over to suck his cock or something. Granted,
I understood why he might have that idea but it wasn’t the case tonight,
at least not at the moment. Seeing his dick hardening under his jeans
was a bit distracting, to say the least, so I knew I had better get
through things before it went from a distraction to an obsession.
It was then I realized that I hadn’t really thought this out and for
moment I felt panicky as my mind went blank. Well, sometimes it’s best
just to be forthright and come right out with what you want to say.
“How would you feel about getting together with Beth and her boyfriend?”
John looked at me, obviously unsure of what I was asking.
“Well, I guess that depends on what do you mean by ‘getting together’, I
guess,” he replied, “You mean like a double date?”
I took a deep breath and went for it all. “Well sort of... I meant
having sex together with them.”
John’s face went through a series of contortions as he seemed puzzled but
yet turned on by what I’d said.
“Just so you know, no way am I EVER doing it with another guy,” he
protested.
I gave him a kiss and smiled at him, saying, “No you silly boy, I meant
that you and he would trade between Beth and me.”
“You mean your best friend Beth?” he verified. I nodded and then he
grinned, a little TOO broadly if you asked me. “You really don’t mind
watching me fuck her?”
Typical guy, thinking about his dick first. I couldn't help but notice
there wasn't any concern on his part about ME being fucked by another
guy. Apparently all he could think about was the chance to fuck Beth. I
didn't see what the big deal was myself. Knowing Beth, all he had to do
was ASK and she probably would have let him fuck her anytime he wanted.
It’s not like she was picky or anything! She’d had sex with a lot more
guys than me. They loved her big tits, a point not lost on me when I
looked in the mirror at night and despaired over my much smaller
versions. My dad use to tell me I was “perky”, but he wasn't the one I
was trying to get to fuck me!
“I guess can live with it,” I answered him. “So what do you think?”
“Hey, whose idea was this anyway?”
At first I hesitated to answer but I knew he would find out the truth
sooner than later so no sense making anything up. Taking a deep breath,
I explained to him what Beth had told me. As I talked I noticed John’s
attention seem to be wavering, his eyes more on my boobs and crotch. By
the time I was done I was pretty convinced he wasn't listening to a word
I was saying.
“So that’s how I got herpes,” I said nonchalantly as I sat down on my
bed. As I suspected, he wasn’t listening to a word I’d said and so I
just huffed. Boys, they’re all the same. They have just one thing on
their mind, 24-7, - sex. It was a little frustrating for me as it wasn't
like he had to be worried about whether or not I was going to put out for
him later or anything so the least he could do was listen to me
sometimes!
“Ummmmm, Earth to John, come in spaceman John!”
Well, THAT finally seemed to get through as John shook his head like he
was coming out of a daze, which was probably a fairly accurate
description of his mental state at the moment.
“What’s your problem,” he asked, apparently totally unaware of what he’d
been doing subconsciously.
“Nothing at all, nothing at all,” I sighed, putting out my arms for him
to signal it was OK for him to get in bed with me now.
We spent the next hour or so screwing around, literally. John wasn't a
bad fuck, actually probably one of the best I’d had so far in my limited
sexual “career”. He DID have this thing about wanting to shoot his cum
all over me which irritated me sometimes, but tonight he was a gentleman
and kept his dick in my pussy when he came which made me happy.
“So are we on for Friday night?” I asked him as I lay under him. His
cock was still hard in me, even though he’d cum twice already inside of
me. It felt good sometimes to just lay together like this afterwards,
jus the feeling of his dick in me with his body pressed uptight against
mine. There was just something that made it more intimate for me when I
Laid next to him like this, literally joined together. It meant so much
more to me than having him pull out and just hug me. Heck, my dad hugs
me so for John to stay in me meant a lot to me.
“Yeah, I guess so, whatever you want.”
Knowing John, I would have to remind him later as odds were he wouldn't
remember anything of this conversation later. What happens to guys when
they cum anyway? It’s like their minds disengage and go off-line such
that they don’t remember a damn thing later except the fucking part.
THAT they don’t seem to have any problem recalling, especially when
telling it to all their friends the next day at school! Needless to say
their memories seem to be a bit enhanced as well, especially when it came
to how many time they’d made me cum. If only it was true, I wouldn't
mind!
John eventually got dressed and left me laying nude in my bed. I
stretched out on my back, letting my naked body cool off a bit as I
closed my eyes and contemplated the day’s events. All-in-all it wasn't
that all unusual except for the discussion I had with Beth about doing it
with her boyfriend.
Chapter 4 – A Mother-Daughter Chat
==================================
I was wondering how that was going to work out when I felt someone sit
down on the edge of my bed. Opening my eyes, I saw my mom there in the
dimming light.
“Hey mom!” I said softly with a smile.
“Well, THAT was pretty quick tonight. So I guess he must have been
hornier than usual,” she observed, “And what was all this about Friday
night?”
“Oh mom, nothing,” I sighed, “just something Beth is cooking up.”
Evidently she had at least been listening in at the end of my time with
John. It’s not like the walls between our bedrooms were all that thick,
more like paper it seemed at times. It went both ways too. I’d never
seen my parents have sex but that’s not to say I haven’t HEARD them,
especially considering what a moaner my mom is when she cums.
“Well, if she’s behind it then I can only imagine what it could be.”
I scooted over so she could sit better on the bed. Then I explained to
her what Beth wanted to do, ending with John’s agreement after he’d just
fucked me.
“You know, I think you really like this guy, don’t you?” she asked with a
gentle smile.
Despite myself I felt my face redden. Honestly, I didn’t think I was in
love with John but still, I had been feeling some pretty strong emotions
lately when we were having sex. Was it love... or just growing lust? So
far as I was concerned, lust was the winner so far.
“Well, he certainly seems to be taking care of you ‘needs’ from what I
can tell. So how many times did he cum tonight?” she inquired.
It may seem odd to some people that she would ask me such a thing, but
people have to remember that my mom has always asked me about my dates
from the first one I went on with Steve. For some reason it seemed
important to her that she knew where each boy came (my pussy, mouth,
etc.) and how many times.
Rather than tease her as I sometimes do, I just grinned and held up two
fingers. My mom shook her head, almost more it seemed from wishing it
had been her than worrying about me. Well, I guess even older women can
still dream about a teenage boy sometimes!
“Did he stay in you afterwards?”
I nodded and she smiled knowingly. “He seems to care about you a lot,
doesn’t he,” she said as more a statement than a question. “I remember
your father doing that with me once we started to get to know each other
better....”
Her voice trailed off and her eyes had that distant look as if she was
recalling her teen years with my dad. I leaned back and spread my legs,
letting her see John’s cum as it was still draining from my pussy.”
“Yeah, he certainly DOES like you,” she commented as her attention went
back to me. Seeing me with my legs parted for her she just rolled her
eyes with that “what am I going to do with you” look that mothers are so
good at giving their kids.
“Well, he’s a very lucky boy to have you as his girlfriend is all I can
say,” she said, finishing up our conversation. “Still horny?” she asked,
turning back as she started for the door.
Rather than answer I pushed my finger into my pussy and lifted my hips
yup against it as if I was being fucked. “Guess I should have known
better than to ask,” she sighed, leaving the room shaking her head.
Indeed, even though John had just fucked me so well it hadn’t been enough
for me so I started masturbating, dreaming of John fucking me yet again
on my bed, but this time with my mom watching, getting herself off at the
site of her daughter being fucked by this teenage boy. Too bad my mom
took her marriage vows so strictly. I bet John would have been happy to
fuck my mom alongside of me! Oh well, if there was one thing I was 100%
sure of, it was THAT would never happen. Still, it made a great fantasy
to masturbate with as I laid back and played with my pussy.
Chapter 5 – Getting Ready
=========================
Friday couldn't come fast enough. Thanksgiving was the usual uproar of
relatives running amuck. I noticed that this year especially, both my
uncles seems a lot more interested in my “assets” than ever before.
Well, even if they WERE my uncles that didn't mean they didn’t have the
same desires and urges as any other man so I didn't take it as being
perverted or anything like that at all. In fact, I MAY have been a
little guilty of teasing them just a bit but it wasn't anything over the
top.
Friday was a holiday so I slept in although it wasn’t that easy with
everyone rushing in to the bathroom across the hall from me. It seemed
like my room was so much smaller as I had my bedroom door shut as a
courtesy to our guests. It was one thing to sleep nude with the door
open when just my parents were home but my grandmother and aunts on my
dad’s side most likely wouldn't have appreciated it in the same way. I’d
even worn panties around the house the previous evening for the first
time in ages!
Beth had arranged to pick me up around 2:00 that afternoon and for once
she was there right on time as the grandfather clock in our living room
sounded. Running downstairs, I kissed my mom and grandmother goodbye.
My grandmother looked at me like a drill sergeant doing an inspection and
then turned to my mother with a stern look.
“Goodness Mary, you let your fifteen year-old daughter go out looking
like THAT?” I barely heard her whisper sharply to my mom.
Actually, personally I thought I was dressed fairly conservatively. My
jeans were certainly tight, especially in the butt, but at least they
were high enough not to show off my butt crack like some of my other
pairs did. Heck, I was even wearing a thong, albeit not much of one, but
at least I had one on. My tight white blouse, one of my favorites, was
probably her major concern. It had some lace and was quite sheer which
allowed the black bra I was wearing underneath to be clearly visible.
Still, it WAS a blouse and I WAS wearing a bra so what was the big deal?
My bikini shows a LOT more and nobody complains about IT (well, my
grandmother probably would if she ever saw it). A pair of black heels
were on my feet, again nothing special or slutty and only a few inches
high. My hair was hanging loose, straight as usual over my shoulders
with nothing in it. Even my makeup was understated - a little blush and
some eye shadow with a light colored red lipstick.
Well, I didn't wait to hear what the results of THAT conversation were
and instead just waved and headed out to Beth’s car. Her dad had driven
her over which explained her not being tardy for once. Usually her mom
drove her around and she was ALWAYS late it seemed.
With a quick wave to her dad, I joined Beth in the backseat. He dad gave
the once over, like most guys do when I walk up to them, and I noted he
had the car mirror adjusted so he could keep an eye on things in the back
seat. I liked to tease him, even though Beth really didn't appreciate it
when I did. Heck, I liked to tease most any guy so why make an exception
for him?
As for Beth, she was dressed almost the same as me, only she had on a
pale pink blouse with NO bra underneath. It was a little funny actually.
The girl with the smaller boobs had on a bra while the one with the big
ones was practically popping out of her blouse! Actually, normally on a
date with John I wouldn't have worn a bra and typically not bothered with
the thong either but I figured today was sort of a show-off day and
wearing them gave me more to tease the boys with later. Obviously Beth
was coming in with a bit of a different strategy!
“So, where are we heading?” I asked as she hadn’t bothered filling me in
with that little tidbit of information before now.
“Bill’s house. His family’s in Florida or somewhere for the holidays and
so he has the place to himself.”
It take about twenty minutes to wind our way the twisting streets of the
south side of Pittsburgh but we finally made it to his house, or least
his parent’s house. Wow, it was quite a place! From the looks of things
it was almost new and all the homes in the neighborhood looked like they
were quite expensive. Beth’s dad parked on the brick driveway and I
noticed that there weren’t any other cars there so that meant John was
late – as usual. The idiot would be late to his own funeral someday.
Bill must have been watching for us because as we approached the front
door it opened and Bill was there to greet us. He was dressed in jeans
and a flannel shirt with sneakers, pretty standard gear I guess. As the
door opened, I heard Beth’s dad drive away, apparently satisfied we were
OK now that someone had answered the door.
Chapter 6 – Playing the Game
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“Hey, can’t believe you girls actually made it!” he exclaimed as he
reached out to hug Beth.
“And you must be the infamous Kelly,” he said to me, unabashedly giving
me the once over from head to toe, “I’ve heard a LOT about you!”
I looked over at Beth who just shrugged her shoulders. I guess it was a
compliment judging from the hungry look he was giving me.
Bill shut the door behind us and we took a seat in the kitchen around a
large wood table, waiting for John to make his appearance. Knowing his
track record, I wasn't surprised when it was another fifteen minutes
before the doorbell rang and Bill went to let John in.
With the four of us there, Bill offered some drinks and snacks. I
declined the beer and wine, settling for my favorite – Diet Coke. Bill
went for a red wine while John grabbed some foreign sounding beer from
Japan. It was probably expensive but from the looks of the house, I
didn't think the owners really worried much about grocery prices. Beth
shared the wine with Bill, stealing a sip from his glass now and then. We
talked about school for a few minutes but I could tell from the glances
everyone was making that we were all just waiting for someone to make the
opening move. It was Beth’s party but it was Bill’s house so both John
and I waited for one of them to get things rolling.
“You know what I haven’t played in ages?” Beth finally cracked the ice,
“Truth or Dare.”
Both guys groaned simultaneously and even I couldn't help but roll my
eyes a bit.
“Oh quit whining you guys, “ she said sharply, “You all know the rules so
let’s get started. Bill, Truth or Dare?”
Beth jumped right into it so fast we didn't have a chance to argue
against it. It was such a childish game. Sure it was fun at slumber
parties or whatever as a way to be naughty but still stay within certain
bounds. But at our age we didn't need this hassle, did we?
Bill looked at Beth, stammering at first as if unsure how to answer.
“C’mon, which do you want?” she pestered him.
“Oh alright, Truth,” he sighed as he finally gave in.
Beth wiggled in her chair as if she was a lawyer preparing to launch her
attack on a key witness. She looked at me and grinned, evidently feeling
quite good about herself at the moment.
“Hmmm, who is sexier, me or Kelly?”
Gee whiz, talk about going for the jugular it right off the bat! Normally
you start out with a few softball questions and let people get
comfortable before you dig in for the tough ones. Oh well, we weren’t
kids anymore and this was all just a prelude to the sex we all knew was
coming, so why not? It wasn't like any of us had to be coaxed into
anything.
“You are of course,” he replied. Really, how else COULD the poor guy
have answered? I wasn’t going to just let it go by though.
“Well, we’ll see how you feel about that later, won’t we?” I said
seductively. John shot me a warning glance but I just smiled at him
disarmingly.
“OK Kelly, what’s it going to be?” Bill asked.
I opted for Truth, figuring it would be better to start out slow because
who knows what he might have dared me the way things had gotten started
already.
“OK then, how many guys have you fucked?”
Well, this certainly wasn't starting out the way my old Truth or Dare
sessions did at a slumber party! At those, when a question came up like
that it was usually at the end and it typically meant the end of the game
since we would all just giggle and nobody would answer.
Bill was impatient as I pretended to have to think about it, using my
fingers to seem as if I was counting them in my head.
“From what I hear, you don’t have nearly enough fingers girl,” he taunted
me.
Actually, that was quite an exaggeration. So far I’d only been fucked by
four guys and of those, two of them had been one-time affairs. Steve was
my first real boyfriend and after he took my virginity, my pussy was his
pretty exclusively until he moved away, save for one time with his
brother that was more to tease his poor brother than anything. There was
that one time with a guy from my dad’s office which was pretty bizarre,
considering he was older than my dad and married. Thus John was actually
only the second guy to fuck me on a regular basis and just the fourth to
do me. I suspected what Bill had heard were overblown tales from guys
I’d dated whose dicks I had sucked. Granted, I LOVE sucking cock but
I’ve always been pretty picky about who fucks me which tended to make the
numbers quite skewed. Honestly, it would have taken me some time to
figure out how many guys I’d blown already but fucking was pretty easy –
and fit on one hand.
“Just four,” I announced, holding up four fingers.
John looked at me a bit strangely, probably because he was wondering who
they were. Of course he knew about Steve since he went to our school at
the time and wasn't shy about telling people what he did with me. It was
the other two that he had no idea about and I wasn't about to tell him
either, at least not here in front of Beth and Bill. Then again, as my
best friend Beth knew about all of them but still, Bill didn’t need to
know.
It was my turn now so I just looked at John expectantly and he also went
with Truth, no real shocker there! I asked him the same question that
Beth had asked her boyfriend and surprisingly (NOT!), he named me as
being the sexiest. Beth just grinned at him and I knew she was thinking
the same as what I’d said to her boyfriend earlier. Well, go for it
girl!
Again, it was no big surprise that John asked Beth how many guys she’d
fucked. What WAS a surprise was her answer and how quickly it came.
“Ten!” she announced, clearly proud of the fact she more than doubled my
count.
I looked at her with amazement. How had she managed to do so many guys
already? Someday I would learn about her penchant for sex parties and
multiple partners but on this day it was a mystery. It would have helped
to have known, though, as I would have understood better why she was so
willing to include John today.
Well, so much for round one. As far as I was concerned, that was enough
and we could just strip and get down to it and quit wasting more time on
a childish game. Beth, however, was of a different mindset.
“OK, one more time around so make it good,” she declared. “Let’s go the
other way around this time.”
Turning to John, she licked her lips and asked the proverbial cliché,
“Truth or Dare?”
John wasn't about to be a wimp but he wasn't going to fall for her trap
so he took dodged whatever bullet Beth likely had ready for him and asked
for a truth question. Beth had a look of disappointment and I knew I
would have to ask her later what she had planned if John had accepted her
Dare. It wouldn't have surprised me if she made him suck Bill’s dick but
I knew THAT would never happen, no matter WHAT game were playing, so it
was best it never got to that point.
“Oh well then, let’s see... how many times a day do you masturbate?”
John’s face reddened and I think he may have wished for a moment he had
gone for the dare but if my suspicions were correct, he was still better
off. Besides, what is it about guys and masturbation? Everyone knows
they ALL do it (at least all the ones I know, including my dad) and they
even joke about it but ask them something specific and they clam up like
they’re doing something dirty.
Another thing that frustrates me is that most guys love to watch me
masturbate (well, make that ALL guys, at least up to now) but when I ask
them to do it for me they get all embarrassed. It’s so silly. Like, I
masturbate all the time with my friends. It’s nothing sexual between us,
just something we enjoy doing together. Yet I’ve NEVER seen two guys
masturbate together and when I’ve even mentioned it to them, it was like
I was asking them to commit suicide. Oh well, I guess that’s just men
for you.
“Alright, maybe once a day,” he said in a barely audible tone.
“Oh come on!” Beth derided him, “You have to tell the truth!”
Bill frowned and glanced briefly at Bill, who seemed to be getting a kick
out of John’s discomfort.
“Two or three times a day, satisfied?” he practically spat out at Beth.
He looked at me with this “forgive me” puppy dog look and I wanted to
laugh. Heck, I masturbated at least that often so what was there for him
to be embarrassed about? There was certainly nothing for me to forgive
him. Heck, if he WASN’T masturbating about me a couple times a day I
would have been disappointed.
Obviously relieved to be finished with his obligations and wanting to
move on to another subject, John looked at me and smiled. Hmmmmmm, now
what did my naughty boyfriend have up his sleeve for me? Since it was him
and not Bill asking me, I decided to go for the dare, trusting him not do
ask me to do anything weird.
“I dare you to lick Beth’s pussy,” he said with a grin. Bastard! That’s
what I get for trusting a horny guy. Damn, look what he did to me. Now
what?
My question was quickly answered as Beth seemed all too willing to drop
her jeans as soon as she heard his demand and before I even said a word
she was sitting back on her hands with her knees spread, exposing her
pussy to me. In the good old days it was considered risqué to ask a girl
to kiss another girl and if things REALLY got out of hand, maybe touch
her but I’d NEVER been asked to do oral sex on a girl before. Then
again, I WAS a little curious and it wasn't like doing it one time as
gong to brand me a lesbian or anything.
“Ummmmm, is this OK with you Beth?”
What a dumb question! I have no idea what possessed me to ask it but as
soon as it was out I clasped my hand tightly over my mouth, embarrassed
by my naïve question.
“It’s perfectly fine with me, in fact it’s always been,” she answered in
a surprisingly soft tone.
She looked like she was actually WANTING me to do it. I’d heard that
she was OK with girls but we never discussed it a lot as she knew how I
felt about the subject. Well, I was about to get my first lesson!
The guys watched intently as I crawled on all fours over to where she was
sitting on the floor. The closer I got, the wider it seemed she spread
her legs for me. Her pussy was shaved most of the way with a small
triangle of pubic hair right above her pussy slit.
As for me, I still had most of mine although I did trim it down to keep
it inside my bikinis and thongs. I noticed that more and more girls were
starting to shave theirs and I knew I probably would sooner or later. It
was weird. For years I couldn't wait to get hair down there and now I
was thinking about shaving it off just when it was starting to fill in
nicely!
The room was deathly silent as I neared her crotch. With my face about
two inches above her pussy I looked up at her and Beth smiled at me.
“You can do it,” she encouraged me, “Just pretend it’s yours.”
I could smell her sex now, that distinct odor of a pussy when a girl gets
horny. For whatever reason, women seem to be able to smell it much more
than men. I've been in rooms with other girls and the place practically
stank of pussy yet the guys seemed oblivious to it. My mom use to tease
me about it when I came home from a date, picking up on it right away
while my dad would look at us like he had no clue what we were talking
about.
I took in a deep breath and plunged down to her pussy. At first I just
stuck out my tongue and let it touch her clit. Actually, the first thing
that ran through my mind was that she tasted just like me. I had been
curious if another girl’s pussy would taste the same. Guys cocks
typically had as similar texture and taste but their cum varied
drastically, even the same guys at different times was different. Maybe
it was the same with girls, that they tasted the same at first but when
they came it was unique. I just knew I wouldn’t be finding THAT out
today, that was for sure.
“That’s it, now lick down lower,” Beth instructed me. “Put your whole
mouth on me.”
I did as she instructed me and licked down to her pussy hole where I
pushed my face in as tight as I could so I could get my tongue in her.
Beth’s hips were starting to move around as she clearly seemed to be
enjoying what I was doing to her. It was enough, though, for me so I sat
up and wiped her pussy juices from my face the back of my hand.
“Ahhhhh, so it that all?” Bill was the first to ask.
“Hey, nobody said for how long,” I said, stating my case. Really, it was
Truth or Dare, not a lesbian sex video.
Actually, Beth looked more disappointed than the guys. Oh well, my
curiosity was satisfied and that’s what counted so far as I was
concerned. It was my turn again. Bill, evidently trying to upstage
John, asked me for a dare. Hmmmmmm, payback time! Beth may not have had
the chance to ask this but that didn’t mean I couldn’t.
“Well, if you guys liked seeing me lick Beth's pussy, then it’s only fair
you suck Bill’s cock, don’t you think?”
Now THAT took them by surprise – all three of them actually. Both guys
stared at me and then at each other as their faces registered the shock
and revulsion they both were feeling. It was funny in that I don't know
which one was the most horrified, the potential giver or the receiver.
On the other hand, Beth was clapping her hands with glee.
“Cool Kelly, that was great!” she giggled.
“No way,” Bill protested, “Ain’t gonna happen.”
John didn't say anything but I could tell he as just as determined as
Bill was.
“Well, if you don’t do it then you don’t get to fuck Beth and me,” I
reprimanded him. Yes, it was time to raise the ante.
In truth, I expected the boys to cave in at that point. Really, like
what was the big deal? It wasn't like I was asking to give him a BJ and
swallow his cum. Besides I wasn't asking him to do anything he wouldn't
want ME to do. Nonetheless, it was a lesson for me in just how
homophobic boys can be. Both of them steadfastly refused. It was
obvious that nothing was going to budge them either.
Rather than make an issue of it, we just quit the game as obviously it
was getting out of hand, even from the onset. I think Truth or Dare
requires a little more innocence and naivety to be truly fun. In this
situation, it was just a prescription for problems.
Chapter 7 – The Contests
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It was rather interesting that so far the only one of us that had
undressed at all was Beth and she was just bottomless. So much for your
stereotypes about Truth or Dare games! For a few moments we all just sat
around as if unsure of how to go on to whatever we were going to next.
Beth had apparently expected the game to go in a different direction but
now that it had ended on such a strange note, it was like everything she
had planned needed to be reinvented. Well, leave it to Beth to be the
first to make a move.
“Tell you what Kelly, I bet I can make your boyfriend cum faster than you
can make mine.”
I looked at her with a rather bewildered look while the two guys grinned
from ear-to-ear. Now THAT was a new one for me. Sure I’d gotten pretty
good by now, learning how to either speed up or slow down a guy when
sucking him, depending on my mood at the moment, but I’d never done it as
any form of contest before.
“What’s the matter, afraid I’ll beat you?” she teased me.
Well, I wasn't going to sit back and let her bash my cocksucking skills.
She may have fucked more guys than me but I was willing to bet I’d sucked
more dicks than she had. In fact, I was rather proud of my ever-growing
reputation at school.
“Watch and learn,” I responded rather egotistically.
Turning to Bill, I huffed and pointed at his pants, saying, “Well, what
are you waiting for? Do you want me to suck your cock or not?”
Both Bill and John stripped off their jeans as fast as they can. I
noticed they both wore the same underwear – Hanes jockey shorts. I ALSO
noticed that both pairs of underwear were having a hard time restraining
their wonderful erections! It would be interesting to see how their cocks
compared and in a few more seconds I got my first look. Actually, they
both looked quite similar. Neither of them had a future in the porn
industry as their cocks were average at best, but what they lacked in
size they certainly compensated for in terms of stiffness.
What was amusing, at least to me, was the way they both stripped off
their pants without ever once looking at the other guy. Sheesh, once
again I had to wonder what was it with guys that they were so self-
conscious of another guy’s dick? It’s not like they didn't all have one
after all. Neither had anything to boast about but then, neither did
they have to be embarrassed. I had certainly sucked more than a lot of
cocks that were a lot smaller than theirs.
Both guys stood up and faced their assigned contestant. I’d never sucked
a cock in front of another guy before, especially not one I was dating at
the time. Well, technically that wasn't 100% true as my dad would
sometimes peak in my bedroom when I was blowing a guy without him knowing
it; but I knew he was just checking up on me so that really didn't count.
“Ready?” I asked Beth as I kneeled in front of her boyfriend.
Beth had taken a position in front of John. She hadn’t bothered putting
her jeans back on or taking anything else off. I had to admit she looked
really cute kneeling in front of my boyfriend with her bare ass sticking
out behind me.
“I’m ALWAYS ready to suck a cock,” she teased in return.
That was good enough for me. I reached out and took Bill’s dick in my
hand and then took it in my mouth as quickly as possible. Usually when I
give a blowjob I like to play with his cock a little, run my hands around
it and let my fingertips glide up and down the hard shaft, my fingernails
just barely touching him. Then I would use my tongue and tease the tip
of his dick and lick his shaft and balls, taking in the musky odor of his
crotch like the scent of the forest after a rain.
Not so today! Not generally a “hand” girl, I prefer to rely on my mouth
and tongue to make a guy come. It’s a little slower but then usually I’m
not in such a hurry either. Today I was giving the hand job AND the
mouth job at the same time, stroking his shaft with my hand while my
mouth worked the upper portions of his dick, especially the head. I loved
to run my tongue under the lip, feeling the soft smoothness of his cock
head in my mouth against my lips.
“Damn you’re good!” Bill gasped as I worked his cock.
I glanced over at where Beth was sucking my boyfriend, just in time to
see her glare at Bill for making such a comment about a girl other than
her.
“Hey, your girlfriend’s not so bad herself,” I heard John say back to
Bill. Bastard, what was he doing complimenting another girl’s BJ right
in front of me? He knew how protective I was about my reputation so he
must have been saying it just to tease me. Oh well, I guess I could live
with fibbing a little to make Beth happy.
I was actually starting to feel a little dizzy as it was hard to breath
while I was bobbing up and down on Bill’s dick so fast. I felt his hands
on the back of my head, pulling me into him more and I knew just what he
wanted. Pausing a second to catch a breath, I let go of his dick and
started to take him into my mouth completely. He wasn't THAT huge so I
was sure that I would be able to get him all in and sure enough, my lips
bottomed out against the hairy base of his dick and my face was buried in
the thick pubic hair that formed around his crotch.
“Oh shit, that’s it, take it all,” he groaned as I twisted my head around
his hard shaft. God he smelled and tasted so good! If someone could only
figure out how to bottle the musky scent of a guy’s crotch during sex,
I’d be first in line to buy a case of it!
Bill grabbed my head and held it still while he started fucking my mouth.
His hips swung back and forth as he rammed his cock all the way into my
mouth and then pulled back until just the head was between my lips. A
couple of time he really pushed it in hard and I thought I might gag but
he was doing it so fast that before anything bad could happen he was
already out of my throat on a backstroke.
“Shit, I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said, almost like a growl
escaping him.
I had no idea of Beth was watching or had heard what he said as it took
all my concentration to take his thrusts. It was like he was banging my
pussy the way he was fucking my mouth. Deep, fast stroked that slammed
his crotch into my face. This was less a blowjob than it was a face fuck
but hey, if it got the desired results, I was all for it!
As horny as Bill was, combined with the excitement of deep-throat fucking
me, it was amazing he held out as long as he did. There are days when I
like to lay on the couch next to a guy with my head on his lap and just
suck his cock slowly for hours while we watch a movie or TV. Today
wasn't one of those days!
“Oh god, I’m cumming!” he gasped.
I had fully expected him to ram his dick in my mouth as far as he could
and I was actually worried for a moment that I might choke or gag when he
came given how far his dick was in my mouth. It turned out to be a
needless worry. I don’t know if he did it for himself or just to tease
Beth, but regardless of the reason, he pulled out of my mouth and started
spraying his cum all over me, like a firehouse that had been let loose
and was spraying all over the place. The first shot almost missed me it
was so forceful but I could feel it land on the top of my head and could
only imagine the mess it was making in my hair. From there he splattered
my blouse right over my boobs, my face, and one random shot finally made
it to my outstretched tongue. To my chagrin, almost all of it ended up
somewhere on me BESIDES my mouth.
“Crap Billy, couldn't you have held out a LITTLE while at least?” Beth
whined.
I looked over and she was stroking John almost absentmindedly, a look of
disgust on her face as her eyes bored holes into her boyfriend who had
just cum all over her best friend. It wasn't the fact he came on me that
she was pissed off about, it was the fact he came so fast and she lost
her bet with me. Like me, Beth hated to lose which is probably one
reason we seldom competed directly head to head (no pun intended).
“Sorry babe,” Bill said sheepishly as he shrugged his shoulders and
lifted his hands up. “You know, your friend gives one HELL of a BJ!”
“Hey, you gonna finish mine or what?” John complained. Who could blame
him as everyone seemed to be more worried about Bill than him.
“Well, now that you’ve done him, how about getting over here and help me
get your guy off,” Beth suggested.
What I really wanted was to get to the bathroom and wash off Bill’s cum
before it started to dry and got all itchy and congealed in my hair. I’d
never sucked a boy’s cock next to another girl before, though, so the
temptation was too much to turn down.
“Why don’t you take off those clothes? Yuck, you’re a MESS!” Beth
exclaimed as I started to kneel next to her.
“You too then,” I countered.
She only had to take off her blouse while I stripped off all of my
clothes. My blouse had numerous cum stains on it and really should have
put in the sink to soak but this didn't seem to be the opportune time to
play housekeeper. With the both of us nude, we kneeled side by side in
front of John. I felt Beth’s smooth nude body against mine and my pussy
started to tingle. It wasn't like it was the first time as we sometimes
laid next to each other in our bikinis or even nude during sleepovers but
THIS was different.
There wasn't any more time to think about Beth as John’s hard dick was
waiting for us. We traded back and forth, sucking his cock on time while
playfully debating who got to lick him the next. Bill sat back on one of
the chairs and watched. Once again I couldn't help but smile at his
actions – or lack of them. My dad wasn't afraid to let me see him
masturbate. After all, didn't ALL guys do it? Yet here Bill was, more
than just a porn movie to get him off, and he wasn't about to touch
himself in front of us. From as hard as his dick was, I had to believe
that he WANTED to masturbate. It was amazing to witness how deep
cultural taboos had been drilled into him.
It took only about another four or five minutes before John couldn't hold
back anymore. I let Beth get most of his cum, well actually all of it
for that matter. Then she turned to me with a grin and I knew what was
coming. Thoughts of a slumber party came to mind when I tricked the
sister of my first boyfriend to swap his cum with me came to mind as Beth
reached out to kiss me. Sure enough, she hadn’t swallowed John’s cum but
had instead held it in her mouth so she could give it to me. It was more
a show for the guys than anything between us so we hammed it up a bit, me
laying back with my mouth open while she let it drip from her mouth into
mine.
Now that both guys had cum, Beth and I looked at each other and it was if
we could read each other’s minds. I was horny as hell by now and I knew
she had to be. They guys had both cum and even though they weren’t THAT
old, it would still probably be a little bit before they were back in
action, so to speak. Just enough time for Beth to demand a rematch....
“Hey, did you guys know me and Kelly like to see who can make themselves
cum the fastest?” Beth teased the guys.
Well, THAT was certainly one way of getting their attention again. It
was typical Beth. Now me... I would have probably talked about it with
her first, worked out the details, and then bring it up slowly with the
guys but that wasn't Beth’s way. She was always going straight for the
throat, no holds barred, nothing held back. Sometimes it got her in
trouble but at times like this, it was an admirable quality.
“You guys play together?” Bill asked while john just stared at me, as if
he was seeing someone he didn’t recognize. It wasn't that either of them
appeared put off by the implications. No, they both seemed to be turned
on if the quickened pace of their “recovery” had anything to say about
it.
“Well, we just masturbate... we don’t play TOGETHER, if that’s what you
were thinking,” I stepped in to squelch that line of thinking before
anything further developed.
While I’m sure both of them would rather see me and Beth locked in a 69,
the idea of the two of us masturbating for them seemed enough for them at
the moment. I gave Beth “the eye” and giggled saying, “You sure you
want to embarrass yourself in front of your boyfriend?”
Beth knew me well enough to recognize when I was teasing her, but she
picked up on the act and retorted, “What’s to be embarrassed about?
You‘re the one that should be worried. I’d of beat you last time if it
hadn’t been for my dad checking on us.”
Now realize that I had NO idea what the hell she was talking about, it
was all ad-lib from here on out. The boys, though, were eating it up,
taking it all hook, line and sinker. Each of them was sitting there,
subconsciously holding their cocks like it was a security blanket from
their youth while they stared at us both with their mouths hanging open.
It might’ve been sexy if it hadn’t been so pathetic!
“We were under the covers Beth,” I mock protested, “I don’t know why you
felt you had to stop. Don't blame me for taking advantage of your pit
stop.”
What the heck, may as pile it on. I could only imagine the nasty images
running through the guys’ minds now. Only one thing made me stop and
think, why had Beth picked THIS fantasy to tease them about? I knew she
didn’t have anything going for her dad, THAT would have been really weird
and Beth was a kinky girl , not a perverted one.
“Let’s go... first one to cum wins,” Beth challenged me. She immediately
laid back on the flair with her back against the couch next to where her
boyfriend was sitting. She put her knees flat on the floor and spread
her knees apart, then started playing with herself right in front of the
three of us.
“Better get going Kelly, I’m gonna beat you this time!” she said, her
voice already a low moan as her fingers toyed with her clit. Not about
to be beat at what I considered my own game, I sat down in one of the
chairs across from the couch, lifting one leg up onto the arm of the
chair and leaving the other dangling off the end, my foot on the floor
for balance. I nestled into the corner of the stuffed chair and
proceeded to go to work. I was so damn horny I thought I was going to
jump out of the chair when I first touched myself!
“Holy crap!” gushed John, “”Can you believe it?”
Both Bill and John were staring at us, their eyes going back and forth
between the two of us like they were watching a tennis match. I closed my
eyes to concentrate more on my pussy and how it felt to be touching it.
I could hear Beth moaning from across the room but I knew it was just a
show for the guys. When Beth was REALLY about to cum, I knew from
experience that she became MORE quiet and then let loose really hard once
she got off.
Usually when I was in a hurry like this to cum, I would think about being
fucked by my boyfriend Steve back when I was fourteen and still new to
sex, or I would recall somewhere John had taken me to have sex where we
almost got caught. Today though, my mind couldn't get over those few
seconds my mouth was covering Beth’s wet and warm pussy. God she had
tasted SOOOO good! If she had called me over to her right now, I doubt
that I’d have the courage to go through with it, but in my fantasies I
can dream anything and for the next couple of minutes, I imaged spending
all that time with my face on Beth’s pretty pussy.
It worked....
Between being so horny to start, my first taste of Beth’s pussy (Albeit a
quick one), then sucking the guy’s dicks and now masturbating while Beth
was doing the same right across the room from me with two guys staring at
us with their eyes wide as if afraid to miss a single moment, was it any
wonder my orgasm was quick to cum. Beth didn’t stand a chance!
“Oh god I’m cumming!” I moaned as I stroked my fingers in and out of me
while with my other hand I diddled my clit.
Indeed I was, right in front of the three of them. It wasn't like I had
never masturbated in front of anyone before, but it felt different this
time for some reason. When I masturbated with my dad in the room, that's
all it was – me masturbating while he as in the room. He never responded
to me, never tried to “help me”, in fact he rarely even acknowledged what
I was doing, if he did that at all. Bill and John were totally different.
They were erect because of me, actually stroking themselves (although I’m
not sure they really realized what they were doing with their minds
clouded so with lust for me and Beth), they were getting off because of
me! Now THAT meant something to me.
I placed my palm over my hot crotch, pressing down over it with both
hands, trying to get my breath back as my orgasm began to wane. Poor
Beth, she never stood a chance! I wonder what she would have said had she
known what image I had used for “motivation”!
“Ha! Beat you again Beth,” I gloated, barely able to get the words out as
I tried to catch my breath. I looked at the guys and grinned naughtily,
putting my pussy-cum covered finger in my mouth and sucking on it like a
tiny dick. “Well, guys, enjoy the show?”
Like I had to ask!
Chapter 8 – Finally Fucked
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The whole thing made me feel really slutty and thus a LOT horny. When I
feel this way, sucking a cock again wasn’t going to hack it, I need to be
FUCKED! With a couple of renewed and hard dicks within arm’s reach at
the moment, I didn't think it was going to be much of a problem either!
“Let’s go to my room,” Bill suggested as he grabbed my hand and started
pulling me towards the stairs. Evidently the idea of swapping girlfriends
had already been decided.
Why waste the time? Besides, fucking in the living room with the large
picture window overlooking the street would be so much hotter! I resisted
him and tried to stand firm saying, “Why not stay here and do it?”
Bill looked at me and then at Beth and John, “You wanna do it in front of
THEM?”
“Well, let’s see.... I just sucked your dick in front of them and now I
masturbated in front of you all. Hmmm, THAT seemed to be OK,” I
countered, “So what’s the big deal about fucking me in front of them?”
Bill looked at Beth again and then it struck me. It wasn't that he was
concerned about HIM fucking ME with an audience, he didn't want to see
his girlfriend being fucked by another guy. Apparently it was bad enough
to know he was doing her but seeing it right in front of him was going
too far. Sheesh, it wasn’t like they were married or the two of them had
never fucked anyone else before. Suddenly another idea dawned as my
thoughts raced through my head.
“How many girls have you fucked Bill?” I asked him quietly, trying to
keep Beth and John from overhearing us. They were already going at it on
the couch, pawing at each other like two kids on a first date. So much
for my boyfriend’s loyalty! I bet the horny bastard couldn’t wait to get
a hand on her big boobs and ass!
Bill seemed suddenly embarrassed. “A few,” he answered but from the way
his eyes looked down and the tone of his voice, I knew instantly he was
lying.
“Beth’s the only girl you’ve fucked, isn’t she?” I asked softly, more of
a statement really than a question as I knew the answer even before he
sheepishly nodded.
“And it bothers you seeing someone else do her, doesn’t it?” I said with
a glance at the couch where it looked like he was already doing just
that. God, they weren't wasting any time, were they? I tried to be
respectful of Bill’s feelings. For crying out loud, at his age and with
his looks you would’ve thought he’d of already fucked a dozen girls.
Beth never told me that he was a virgin when he did her the first time.
The yet another light bulb went on over my head. Did Beth even KNOW? Oh
my god, I was sure she didn't or else she would have bragged about it
long ago. This was just too precious!
Bill glanced over again at the couch. From where we were we could only
see the back of it but you could see just enough to know John was fucking
Beth. Since she had never finished herself after I had won the
masturbation contest, she must have been on the cusp of an orgasm as it
was and with John fucking her so fast and hard from the get-go, that was
all she needed to go the rest of the way.
“OK, maybe we should go to your room,” I said, taking his hand in mine
this time.
Bill looked so relieved it was almost comical as he led me up the stairs
and down the hallway. On the way we passed a room that simply HAD to be
a girl’s room judging from the pink walls, flowers and boy-band posters
plastered on the walls. I tugged at him to stop.
“Whose room is this?” I asked, nodding towards the open door.
“Oh that’s my sister’s,” he answered, pulling me to continue down to his
room but I tugged back again.
“How old is she?”
“Julie’s twelve and a royal pain in the ass. C’mon, who cares about
her... my room’s next.”
I grinned and pulled him into his sister’s bedroom. Reluctantly he
followed me in and the two of us stood naked in the center of Julie’s
room.
“You know what Bill, I want you to do me in here,” I said, a naughty grin
on my face.
“Huh? In my SISTER’S room?” he responded incredulously, “Ewwwww... you’ve
GOT to be kidding. That’s just gross.”
Undaunted, I pulled free from his grip and jumped onto the twin bed. It
reminded me of mine back home when I was her age, frilly lace along the
bottom and stuffed animals piled on the pillow. Pushing aside the toys,
I laid on my back with my head on the pillow. Bringing my knees up and
back, I grabbed them and pulled my legs up and spread them apart to
reveal my still wet pussy to him.
“C’mon Bill, fuck me,” I teased him, “Hey... you can even pretend I’m
Julie.”
Bill was clearly torn between his lust for me and his sibling disgust for
his sister, five years younger than him which must have seemed like a
lifetime so far as he was concerned.
“Well, I WILL fuck you,” he finally said as he approached the bed, “But
no more talk about Julie, OK?”
Well, it was worth a try. Besides, I was just being a tease anyway as I
couldn't imagine a guy fucking his sister in the first place. Sure there
was my friend Sharon who WANTED to fuck her brother (who was doing me at
the time), but Steve never showed even the slightest interest in his
younger sister, at least not in a sexual way. Sort of like Bill seemed
to feel about Julie now.
Bill’s cock was now hard as a pipe. Even through all the talking and
such we had done since it hadn’t wavered one bit. God he must have been
horny! Well, I certainly wasn't going to complain about THAT!
“OK then Bill, then get on over here and fuck me.”
He glanced around the room and I was sure he would have preferred to have
gone to his own room and done me on his bed. Yet, when a fifteen year-
old girl is laying naked on the bed in front of you, her pussy spread
apart and wet and she asks you to fuck her, then THAT tends to override a
lot of concerns. Bill’s eyes were fixed on my pussy like radar tracking
a target and he barely even blinked as he moved in closer.
“That's it Bill, I can’t wait for you to put that big cock in my pussy,”
I encouraged him. It never hurt to inflate the guy’s ego a bit and
nothing seemed to make a guy feel better about himself than to compliment
his dick.
Bill climbed on the bed and kneeled between my legs. I dropped my legs
over his shoulders and used them to pull my hips upward, exposing my
pussy better for him to work with it. He leaned forward and I felt the
tip of his dick touch me, just lightly at first as he let it rub over the
slick surface of my pussy.
“Don’t tease me with it Bill,” I begged him, “Fuck me... fuck me NOW!”
It wasn't just a show for him although that was certainly part of my
intent. I really DID want him to stop teasing me and fuck me! Bill got
his dick in the right position finally and if I’d had the right leverage
I would’ve pulled him forward and driven his dick into me myself. As it
was, the ball was in his court and I waited for him to make that forward
thrust which would impale me on his dick. It was certainly no surprise
that I didn't have to wait long.
“Oh yeah!” I moaned as he began to push himself into me.
There was no faking or embellishment, it really DID feel good when his
dick forced its way into my tight little pussy. I was so wet there was
little resistance and besides, despite my statements earlier about the
size of his cock, he really wasn't all that big but he was more than
adequate.
“Yes Bill, that’s what I want,” I moaned softly as I closed my eyes so I
could concentrate on what was happening between my thighs.
“Wow, you’re really tight,” he grunted as he pushed harder to drive his
dick deeper inside of me. Hmmm, was I tighter than Beth?
Once Bill’s stiff dick was in me it was easy from there. At first he
pushed my legs back so I was actually laying on my upper back and
shoulders with my hips completely off the bed as he drove himself
downward into my pussy. My arms stretched out behind me and I grabbed
the bed railing for balance as Bill drove his cock like a piston in and
out of me. I could clearly see him fucking me as I looked down and up to
where his dick was appearing and then hiding once again in my little
pussy. I loved seeing it and feeling it at the same time, although it
was hard to imagine that the same dick I was watching was also causing
the incredible sensations inside of me.
“Let me ride you,” I panted after he had been at it for a while.
Bill didn't respond as he fought to catch his breath but after he pulled
out of me, rather unceremoniously, he sat on the edge of the bed and
planted his feet on the floor. I took stock of the situation and
straddled him with my knees on the bed, facing him such that my small
boobs were practically pushed into his face.
“Suck my tits,” I told him as he buried his head in my cleavage, or at
least what I liked to imagine as my cleavage.
Alternating between my boobs, he first just licked my nipples and then
took them into his mouth, sucking on them and even biting them softly.
Mmmmmmm, Beth must have taught him well when it came to handling boobs!
Meanwhile I lowered myself down into his cock, using one arm around his
to hold myself from falling backwards to the floor while my other hand
has a grip on his shaft, guiding it to my slowly descending pussy. As I
approached his dick I felt it touching me and wiggle it around to get it
into my pussy hole after which I dropped down on him suddenly, driving
his dick in me quickly before he even realized what was happening.
Before he could do anything, I twisted myself around such that my legs
were out from under me and stretched out in front of me, leaving
literally sitting on his lap with his dick poking up inside my pussy like
a moth in a collection.
“Mmmmmmm, your nice dick feel so good in me,” I purred contently,
rotating my hips just a little to move his dick around inside my pussy.
Bill put his hands on my waist and literally lifted me up and down on his
cock, like I was some sort of naughty doll with his dick inside of it.
He was stronger than he looked as I figured he would tire out in a couple
of minutes but the boy was strong, keeping at it for what must have been
five to ten minutes before he finally gasped and let me drop back down in
his dick again. It was sort of like you here of people getting
extraordinary strength when a loved one is trapped under a car except in
this case it was Bill’s lust for me, his desire to fuck me, that was the
driving force.
“Mmmmmmm, that was nice, do me from behind now,” I instructed him.
Bill helped me off his lap and I saw his cock pointing up to the ceiling,
glistening into the light with the wetness of my pussy all over it. For
a moment I was tempted to start sucking it again but my pussy was crying
for it even louder so I leaned over the bed on my elbows with my feet on
the floor. My butt was facing up to him and I spread my legs apart to
give Bill a better view.
This time it was Bill who guided his missile into me as I looked back
underneath me to try and see his dick approach my pussy. At first he hit
my asshole and I was afraid he might be getting some kinky ideas but he
apparently was just “lost” in the landscape of my ass for a moment as he
soon found his way back to my pussy hole again. He rubbed himself up and
down my pussy lips a couple of times before taking aim at my pussy and
next thing I knew, I was being pushed forward as he started fucking me
yet again. Bill held my waist with his hands and I moved forward and
back, trying to stay synchronized with his natural motion.
All I could do at this point was gasp and moan and sometimes get out
something about his dick in me and how good it felt. It wasn't anything
very coherent, more just my feelings breaking loose now and then and
expressing themselves for all to hear. He seemed to enjoy hearing it as
he would grunt or gasp after I said something.
Turning my head back over my shoulder, I smiled at him as he pumped away
at my pussy.
“I want you to cum in me Bill,” I grunted as best I could between his
banging of my pussy, “Cum in my mouth this time.”
It was a nice thought but Bill apparently had other things in mind. His
stroked quickened and he showed no signs of getting ready to pull out so
I could spin around let him cum all over my face and mouth.
“Oh god,” he moaned as he gripped my hips so tight it was almost painful.
Suddenly I felt it, that unmistakable feeling you get when a guy is
discharging his cum into you. Mmmmmmm, Bill apparently had decided to
cum inside of my pussy instead of doing it in my mouth.
“Oh yeah Bill, cum in me,” I cried out, holding myself as still as I
could so I could feel each load of cum being released in me.
Even though he had cum not that long ago downstairs, this load of cum was
still more than respectable as he unleashed over a half dozen decent
shots of sperm inside of me.
“Oh god, that felt so good,” he moaned after he had finished cumming in
me and pulled out.
Apparently too exhausted to stand any further, he flopped down on the bed
with his head back on the pillow and his arm outstretched. Amazingly,
his dick was still hard and I bet I could have gone at least one to two
more rounds with it.
As for me, I was feeling pretty good and when I stood, I could feel his
cum drip from my pussy to the carpeting below. I couldn't help but
imagine what his sister would think if she knew what had been deposited
on her carpeting! Then again, how would Bill have explained the wet spot
on the bed where he had fucked me earlier!
“You came in me without a rubber. Ever do that before?” I asked him.
Bill just shook his head. “No, that was my first time. Beth always
makes me wear one. But she said you took protection and that is was OK
to stay in you.”
It was interesting to know that Beth had apparently been giving Bill
instructions on how to fuck me before today and that he had taken them to
heart.
“Did you like cumming in me?”
“It felt different, just something about knowing my stuff was going in
your pussy, I guess,” he stammered, as if unsure of how to express his
feelings.
“Let’s go see how Beth and John are doing,” I told him, jumping out of
the bed still stark naked but now with a load of Bill’s cum in me.
When we got downstairs, Beth and John were still going at it. One thing
I knew for sure, both of them had been with multiple people over the past
year or so at least. Beth was riding John who was laying on the couch.
She was facing away from him while he played with her butt as she pumped
her pussy up and down on his stiff dick. Bill didn't seem to be bothered
so much by the site of his girl being fucked. Probably had something to
do with that load of cum that was still draining from me.
I enjoy talking during sex and I could be filthy if that turned the guy
on but usually I just enjoyed telling him how I felt and how he could do
it better. Beth, on the other hand, was apparently s real slut during
sex. God, she was swearing up a storm and yakking nonstop between loud
groans and moans. It actually sounded like some cheap porn flick was
playing expect in this case my best friend was doing all the talking, not
some stupid porn whore. I knew Beth was a little more foul mouthed than
me at times, but I never imagined anyone could curse and answer the way
she was while being fucked.
“Does she talk like that when you fuck her?” I whispered to Bill as we
took a seat at the table and watched.
Actually, HE took a seat while I sat on his lap. His dick was still hard
so it felt good pressing up against my ass. Bill started fondling my
boobs as we both waited to see what was going to happen.
Although I thought Beth was on birth control, maybe she was either
fibbing or didn't trust it because as John was about to cum, she hopped
off his cock and knelt on the floor so she could stroke his dick the
final few times it needed to make him cum.
“Ohhhhhhhhh!” was all John could get out as he started to spray his cum
all over Beth.
She had it pointed at her chest so almost all of it struck her boobs.
None of it hit her in the face or got in her hair which surprised me a
bit as I had expected Beth would have been a bit of a cum-slut.
“You boy has a GREAT dick!” Beth crowed in triumph once John had finished
cumming. She got up and walked over to where Bill and I sat, showing off
the coating of cum that was all over her boobs and chest.
I got up and patted Bill’s cock affectionately. “Well, your guy’s cock
wasn’t nothing to sneeze at either.”
That about wound things up as I grabbed some kitchen towels for Beth and
I to clean up with. I would’ve liked to have seen the look on Bill’s
mother’s face when she did the wash next time and smelled the dried pussy
cum and sperm on her best towels!
Beth called her dad who was there literally in minutes to pick us up.
When he arrived, Beth and I headed out, leaving the boys behind. I
couldn't wait to get home and tell my mom about my latest adventure! Not
only that, I wanted to find out why Beth hadn’t warned me that Bill was a
virgin his first time with her. Something told me, though, that she
didn't have a clue about THAT. I couldn't wait to see the expression on
her face when I dropped that one on her!
THE END