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   Wow Thanks (MFf, exhib, voy, inc, cons) by autoeroticrobot

   Chapter 22.  Slouching Towards Debauchery.

   Lissa resumed her spot and immediately Marie announced that she had
received a dare: "Blindfold the victim.  Between the remaining players,
assign a number to each player after getting the victim to choose a number.
That person will make out with the victim for at least 30 seconds, in
whatever way they see fit.  After the kiss is over, the kisser returns to
their spot in the group and the blindfold is removed.  If the victim
guesses correctly on their first turn who kissed them it is the end of
their turn.  However, if they guess incorrectly, they must strip to their
underwear for one turn."

   "Wow, it's so complicated," said Marie, as a postscript.

   "We don't have a blindfold," objected Lissa.

   Much to my surprise, Denise volunteered, "I'll run and get a bandanna."
She raced from the room, and Frank gazed after her with a hint of
puzzlement in his eyes.  Perhaps for the first time he was guessing that
there might have been some previous agreement as to the progression of the
afternoon's events, and that it wasn't as spontaneous as it superficially
appeared.

   In any event, when Denise returned, Lissa said she wasn't sure, and
seemed genuinely uncomfortable.  Denise quickly backed down and everyone
immediately assented that Marie should pull up a different dare for her.

   "But it has to be a dare," I insisted, peevishly, having been the only
person so far to have been required to do one.

   So Marie read the next dare, "Take two normal size bath towels.  You
must remove all clothing and fashion yourself something to wear from the
towels.  Once the outfit is complete, you may NOT touch it with your hands.
Remain like this for 3 rounds."

   "Oh, I can do that, easy," said Lissa.  And without further comment she
ran off to the bathroom and returned in under two minutes draped in a
single towel just as she had been the other morning, with another over her
shoulders like a cape.

   "I'm almost more dressed than I was a minute ago," she laughed.  "Except
for the lack of underwear," she needlessly pointed out, being the
incorrigible tease I now knew her to be.  She tossed her dress and panties
onto the clothing pile she'd allocated earlier.

   I did notice, however, that now, rather than return to her cross-legged
position on the floor, she opted to kneel at the coffee table beside her
friend, ensuring the nothing was visible "up skirt" so to speak. 
Definitely she was willing to play along with the fairly slow pace we'd all
settled into, I suspect mostly because of Frank's presence - but it was not
unwelcome to any of us, for all that.

   It was Marie's turn, and she got a truth.  "How far have your 'intimate
adventures' progressed with another person?"

   Once again her shyness asserted itself, and it took some coaxing from
Lissa to get her to answer.  Finally she admitted she'd only once kissed a
guy, and nothing more.  Lissa reassured her, by volunteering, "you know
it's the same with me, Marie.  Don't be embarrassed." She smiled
encouragingly at her best friend.

   I could see Frank wanted to try to say something reassuring, but I think
he got second thoughts, worrying that anything he said might be interpreted
wrongly in the context.  Finally, he simply said, cheerfully, "OK, Whatcha
got for me, Marie?"

   Marie resumed her moderator role, and pulled up a truth for him.  "You
have all suddenly been taken hostage.  The only way you will survive is if
you perform oral on anyone of the same sex in the room.  Who would it be,
and why?"

   "Eww," said Lissa.

   "Ha," he laughed, and looked at me pointedly, and shrugged.  "It would
have to be Jason - he's only other person of the same sex in the room."

   "I guess that makes it easy," joked Denise.

   "Let's hope that no hostage-taking happens," he replied.  But there was
a twinkle in his eyes, and it was interesting to me the way he pointedly
was objecting only to the forced/violent part of the hypothetical.  Very
interesting.  It was another vote in favor of his evident open-mindedness,
I figured.

   I'm not really into same-sex activity, though I'd experimented a few
times in my youth.  But if I was going to have a man suck my cock, I could
hardly think of a hotter situation than in a room with my sister and two
fourteen-year-old girls.  And, as I've already commented, he wasn't bad
looking, for that matter.  I found myself getting weirdly turned on by the
visuals I was generating for myself, suddenly.

   The game went on.  For Denise, Marie summoned a dare: "Select a random
member of the opposite sex to sit on you, or you on them, and kiss while
you straddle each other.  Kiss passionately for 15 seconds.  "

   The only two choices were me or Frank, but Marie and Lissa made an
elaborate production of using the random number generator on the website to
indicate that Frank was to be Denise's "victim."

   Denise looked hesitant for only a second.  "Well, it IS a dare," she
sighed, as if reluctantly.  But I think Frank was amazed with how quickly
she moved over and straddled him almost immediately, and delivered a quite
respectable kiss to his lips.

   "Wow," was all he could say as the girls finished counting down 15
seconds and Denise just as quickly returned to her spot on the other end of
the couch.

   Denise smirked, a little self-satisfied, while Lissa said something
like, "yay, mom." It was like being suddenly immersed in a teenage slumber
party.  Except for the "mom" part.  And the Frank part.  And the me part.
But otherwise, yeah, just like it.

   Then it was my turn.  Marie read a dare for me, "Choose the youngest
member of the opposite sex.  The group must blindfold both of you.  Now
take off each other's clothes and make out at least 2 minutes in front of
the group.  Stay nude and blindfolded 1 round."

   "I think that's a little extreme," she concluded.  Everyone quickly
agreed.  "Another dare?"

   "Naw," said Lissa.  "Let's just make it without the stripping, or
something."

   "Uh, wait a minute...  who's youngest, here?" Marie asked, with sudden
alarm.  It turned out she was, by about a month.

   "No way," she protested, and folded her arms.

   "You don't want to make out with Jason?" Lissa teased her friend.

   "Uh..." Marie clearly was embarrassed.  But something compelled her not
to lie outright.  "I don't know," she finally admitted.

   "Well, try it," Lissa taunted.  "How about for less time?"

   "Hey, who said these dares could be negotiated?" Marie complained.

   "Isn't this my dare?" I interrupted, and both girls looked over at me as
I were the man from Mars.

   "So you're saying you want to do it or not?" Lissa asked me,
businesslike.

   "Uh, no comment," I finally said, diplomatically, exchanging a glance of
resignation with my sister.

   "So since the dare says it has to be with the 'youngest person of the
opposite sex' and since you refuse to decide, it's really up to her,
right?"

   "Are you planning to be a lawyer?" asked Frank, with a laugh.

   Lissa just grinned and stuck out her tongue.  But then turned back to
her friend.  "How about for 30 seconds, no blindfold, no stripping?"

   Marie looked uncertain.

   "Aw, c'mon," her friend pleaded.  "I would do it."

   "Then do it," Marie said, annoyance emerging in her voice.  The argument
seemed to be getting overly serious.

   "Now girls," cautioned Denise.  "Do we need to end the game?"

   This brought looks of dismay and alarm to both faces, and almost
instantaneously Lissa shook her head, while Marie announced, "OK, OK, I'll
do it."

   With that, she stood up and met my eyes boldly.  I sighed, accepting the
dare - it was hardly distasteful.  Marie was a gorgeous young woman, a bit
taller than Lissa, with a classic blonde's face, the faintest sprinkling of
freckles and deep blue eyes.  Still a bit gawky in limb, boyish hips, but
with fine, long-fingered hands.

   I stood and kissed the girl as gently as I could imagine, not holding
her at all, just resting my hands on her upper arms very lightly.  She was
very shy, but clearly eager, and suddenly the kiss became "real," her
tongue probing my lips cautiously as Lissa called 10 seconds left.  I
responded with minimal aggression but in kind, letting my tongue meet hers
and find her lips beyond, ever so briefly, before the other girl called
time.

   "Whoa," Marie said, quietly, returning to her spot.

   "How was it?" Lissa asked, insistently.

   Marie just shook her head.  "It wasn't your dare," she finally teased
her friend.  "Find out for yourself."

   Lissa sat back on her heels, disappointed in Marie's reticence, and
said, "OK, my turn."

   "Well, you got a dare too," Marie said, pleasantly, confidently.  Weird
how a single kiss can change the demeanor of a girl, I thought.

   "Which is?" asked Lissa.

   Marie read, "Choose the oldest member of the opposite sex and make out
with them for 30 seconds while the group watches.  "

   "Hmm, looks like you get to find out what you were hoping for," teased
Marie.

   Lissa looked toward Frank, as if seeking his approval.  He, of course,
glanced toward Denise.  She just mouthed, silently, "be nice."

   As the two moved together I reflected on the odd paradoxes of Lissa's
current situation.  In some respects she'd definitely shed her innocence
over the last several weeks, yet despite that, this was to be her first
kiss in the whole period.  If only Frank knew that only a few days ago, in
that same towel getup she wore at that moment, she'd been eagerly
masturbating across the table from her uncle Jason, with her mother's
approval - old Frank would have been less tentative, I daresay.

   As it was, I suspect the kiss was actually a bit more chaste than the
one Marie and I had exchanged, since that one had depended on Marie's
initiative and I didn't see any indication that Lissa had dared the same
initiative with Frank.  Ah well, the game was young, after all.

   "So how was it?" asked Marie, after she'd called time.

   "You didn't tell ME," Lissa pointed out.  Marie just grinned.

   I noticed that Frank sat and crossed a leg almost immediately.  So,
regardless of how intense it'd been, he'd managed to start a boner while
locked with the girl - I suspect I would have too, if only because of the
knowledge that she wore only the towel to cover her.  I wondered if either
Denise or Marie noticed, but it seemed not.

   It was now Marie's turn.  She drew a truth, and the question was: "How
did you discover masturbation?  At what age and what was your first
technique?  "

   "Sure seems like I get a lot of embarrassing questions," she observed.
But she made no effort to get out of answering, and gave what seemed a
pretty honest effort, despite her shyness, quiet voice, and not meeting
anyone's gaze.  Taking out some of the awkward pauses, this is what she
said:
"Like three years ago, I was eleven, I found this dirty magazine in our
attic.  I think it was my dad's.  Anyway it had like not just pictures but
these stories, I guess there were like letters but I doubt they're true. 
But it was the first time I really thought about sex as something where I
might be doing it.  As opposed to just like knowing what sex is and that
other people do it, I mean.  So a couple of letters mentioned, like,
masturbation or playing with yourself and somehow I decided to give it a
try.  There was one that described in detail a woman putting her hands down
and how she touched herself lying back on her bed, so I just like got naked
and had the magazine beside me and tried to follow along.  You know, like,
rubbing myself with my hands and slipping my fingers in just a little and
like that.  And then once I figured out what the clit was I...  I was

hooked."

   "Wow," said Lissa.

   Marie smiled shyly, but with a more confident glow than I'd have
expected - definitely I began to suspect we had yet another young woman
with exhibitionistic tendencies on our hands.  In any event, all the rest
of us refrained from embarrassing her further by making comments, but Marie
seemed almost proud to have told her little tale.

   It was Frank's turn, then.  Marie snapped out of her mini-trance and
pulled up the following dare: "Select a random person of the opposite sex.
Have them stand in front of you with their legs spread and you must kneel
down, get your lips as close as possible to their groin without touching,
and hold there for 2 minutes.  If you accidentally make contact, then they
can choose: a) temporarily remove a piece of their own clothing and let you
try again or b) randomly select a different member of the opposite sex for
you to try on."

   The girls seemed to find this one weirdly fascinating, and quickly used
the randomizer on the website to determine that the person he should
attempt this with would be Lissa.  Lissa immediately protested she wasn't
"dressed quite right" for this dare.  But Marie insisted that it was just a
matter of holding the towel in place.  So finally Lissa stood, ankles about
two and half feet apart, with one hand wrapped around to her butt and
holding the towel tightly against her groin, which caused it to poof out a
bit at the open side, thus revealing to me the full length of her naked
flank from thigh to ribcage, but I don't think either she or Frank were
aware of this as they worked to complete the dare.

   To see Frank kneeling before the curly black-haired young princess was
almost like gazing at an allegorical renaissance painting, but as he leaned
in with his slightly pursed lips, and Marie began her two minute countdown,
the milieu took the erotic overtones the dare clearly intended.  Lissa
looked down with an inscrutable expression on her face, while Frank closed
his eyes and became very still.  His lips were indeed close to the
cream-colored terry cloth of the towel that was held tautly to the girl's
groin, and I swear I could make out the bulge of Lissa's left labia,
"cameltoe" style.

   But either Lissa or Frank moved, and Lissa suddenly almost screeched and
said "he touched!" And backed away.  "Well, I'm definitely not taking
something off and doing it again.  So it has to be someone else."

   "Sure you didn't move on purpose?" queried Marie looking skeptically at
her friend.

   Lissa shook her head vehemently.  So Marie shrugged, and clicked
something on the laptop.  "The next person is Denise," she said.

   So Lissa knelt back in her normal spot, clearly relieved, and Denise
shrugged and stood in her daughter's former spot.  Because she was wearing
fairly tight jeans, there was no debate about the adequacy of the "target"
as Marie was calling it.

   So the countdown began again, and this time, I suspect because Denise
was less nervous and/or more cooperative, the event went off without a
hitch, for the full two minutes.

   Somewhat sheepishly, the two of them returned to the couch, and then it
was Denise's turn.  Marie read the a dare: "If you are male, display your
penis and allow another player to cover it in butter before they start to
nibble and lick it clean.  If you are female, choose a guy to do the above.
If there are no guys around, take another dare." She giggled as she read
this.

   "I don't think that's quite R-rated," commented Lissa.

   "I'd have to agree," said Denise, but with a weird tone of wistful
lustiness.  I realized she'd probably rather liked the idea.  But consensus
required a new dare to be chosen.

   "Use another (clothed) partner to demonstrate your favorite sexual
position.  Tell the group why this is your favorite."

   Marie added, "I think we should pick the partner randomly."

   Lissa agreed, and it was determined that Frank was to be the partner. 
Then Denise said, almost shyly, that her favorite position was doggy style,
and so she got on her hands an knees and Frank gamely got behind her, and
then Marie insisted, "so why is this your favorite?"

   "Uh...  just feels good, I guess," Denise said.  I wondered if she'd
chosen it because it was in some ways the least erotic to pose when
clothed, as it didn't really require either person's weight to be on the
other.

   Regardless, it was my turn, and I received a similar dare: "Choose a
member of the opposite sex.  This player gets to mount and dry hump you
while everyone else watches.  Keep grinding, nice and slow for the
remainder of your turn."

   This was read as requiring a woman-on-top position, so the randomizer
was again invoked and the person chosen was Marie.

   "So, I, like, have to do this?" she asked, but she was clearly resigned,
as she'd already stood up.  "I guess you got lucky it wasn't you, Lissa -
would have been a bit awkward with just that towel, huh?"

   Lissa laughed.

   "Lie down on your back, Jason," Marie she commanded.  So I did that, and
girl came over and straddled me on her knees, still not touching.

   "I don't really know how this is supposed to work," she giggled,
blushing, with her hair falling in her eyes.  "I'm supposed to, like,
touch?"

   "Not if you don't want to, hun," Denise said, sensing her discomfiture.

   "But that's what the dare says," said Lissa.

   "But we made a rule no touching unless everyone agreed," said Marie.

   "That's true," I agreed, and Marie looked toward me, almost searchingly
with those blue eyes.  As if asking, silently, "do you WANT me to touch
you?"

   I just nodded, ever so minimally, but Denise reassured, too, saying,
"Marie, you only do what you're comfortable with."

   "Yeah you can just kind of squat like that and thrash around if you
want," admitted Lissa, backing off the peer pressure.

   So Marie wiggled awkwardly for about half a minute when another debate
started as to how long a "turn" was and it was decided it was no more than
about 3 minutes.  So Lissa belatedly started timing the event, but then as
Lissa called one minute left, Marie met my eyes again and seemed to get a
burst of courage (or curiosity, I suppose) and suddenly lowered herself
fully onto my groin and began humping much more convincingly and in
earnest.

   "Woohoo!" cheered Lissa.  "Ridem cowgirl," she joked.

   Marie laughed, squirmed, and I felt the stirrings of the erection I had
so gallantly suppressed up to that point in time.  Since I was now
"commando" under the jeans I wore, and these were not particularly tight,
there was little to prevent my suddenly hyper-stimulated cock from swinging
round to full erection, and under the constant, pounding it was receiving
it was only a matter of seconds, really, once it'd started, for it to reach
full raging throbberhood.

   I honestly think that during her ride, Marie didn't notice the change.
But it nevertheless was the fact that when she finally "dismounted," the
denim-covered Quonset hut that now had set up shop at the crotch of my
jeans was rather difficult to overlook.

   Lissa gasped, and Denise remarked, "oh my."

   Then, before I had a chance to sit up, Marie had turned back around,
following her friend's line-of-sight, and uttered an understated "wow" in a
remarkably soft yet adult-sounding voice.  And then with relief I managed
to sit up, exchanged a glance of male discomfiture with Frank, and the game
went on.

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