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   /the autoeroticrobot/ Masturbation is NEVER a bad idea.



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

   Chapter 23.  Look at That.

   It was Lissa's turn, and Marie pulled up a dare: "The group chooses a
member of the opposite sex.  You must drop their pants, then they will drop
yours.  You must both then passionately kiss for 15 seconds before
refastening the drawers of each other."

   "But I'm not wearing pants," she immediately objected.

   "Maybe they should drop your towel," suggested Marie, challengingly. 
"Let's see who the other victim is," she continued, enthusiastically, and
she ran the randomizer on the website, selecting Frank.

   "Uh, we could just leave the pant-dropping part out of it," suggested
Denise, providing a maternal dose of her to-be-expected voice of
moderation.

   "Then it's just another kiss," said Marie.  "And you already kissed
Frank.  BORing."

   "How about give me a different dare, then," said Lissa, cooperatively.

   "Um, OK," Marie assented.  And read, "Take a trip to a local fast food
restaurant.  Someone must drive and you must wear nothing but a shirt.  The
group must buy you what you want for doing this."

   "No dares out of the house," she immediately followed up, quoting our
rules.  And so she tried yet again: "Whisper something erotic to each
member of the opposite sex in the group.  Afterwards, have the group
honestly answer if it was arousing in any way."

   Lissa made a strange face, and agreed to try it.  She stood and leaned
over Frank's ear first.  None of us could make out what she said.  Then she
came over and whispered in mine.  "You wouldn't believe how wet my pussy
is, FINN," she hissed softly.

   "What did she say?" Marie begged each of us to tell.  But Lissa refused,
saying it was secret, of course.

   I doubted she'd whispered the same thing to Frank as she had to me - I
rather hoped not, anyway.  But both Frank and I agreed she'd been
successfully erotic.  So we moved on to Marie's turn.

   The girl received the following dare: "Start with yourself and assign
every player to your left a number.  Begin with 1, 2, 3,...  and count up
until the last player.  (You will be number one.) Now randomize 1- the
total number of players.  When the number is selected, all players LOWER
than that number must take turns removing their underwear.  This is done by
passing a blanket or sheet around, and then hiding under the cover while
you remove the undies.  Afterwards, gather all of the removed undies and
throw them in the trash.  No fair recovering them!"

   "Kinda complicated," mused Lissa.  But the group decided to give it a
try.

   The randomizer indicated three - which meant that Marie, Frank, and
Denise were obligated to remove their underwear.  The group did decide that
the underwear would be put in the pile rather than the trash, but otherwise
everyone seemed to feel it was a good dare.

   The handy blanket was pulled off the back of the couch, and Marie began
her effort.  Watching the expressions of the three persons' faces was
entertaining, as they struggled with the slightly-too-small blanket to drop
their pants, each in turn, remove their underwear, and replace their pants,
but it was eventually managed, and finally Marie's cream-colored cotton
panties with bluish stripes, Frank's generic looking white briefs, and
Denise's silky looking emerald-green thong were piled chaotically on the
"discard pile" - as Lissa at dubbed it.

   It was then Frank's turn, and Marie read the following dare: " Choose
one opposite sex person to go into a closet or room.  You must let this
person take off as much of your clothes as they can, using only their
teeth, for 2 minutes."

   "No dares to be done in private," Lissa reminded us.

   "Well, I could do it right here," volunteered Frank, waggling his
eyebrows lasciviously.

   The girls laughed, but Marie said softly but firmly, "seems a little too
weird."

   "If he did me, he'd easily get me naked," observed Lissa - whether with
anticipation or worry was not clear.

   "If you girls are uncomfortable, pick a different dare," Frank said in a
more conciliatory tone.

   Without comment, Marie clicked the dare button on the website.  "The
lights will be turned off and you will be blindfolded and stood in the
middle of the group.  One by one each group member will kiss you.  You
guess who.  If wrong the kisser will remove one article of your clothing.
Game continues until you have guessed everyone correctly."

   "Let's try this one," she added.

   Because of his tallness relative to all three of the women present, we
had Frank kneel in the center of the room, and Marie carefully but quite
thoroughly attached the bandanna Denise had brought out earlier around his
forehead and eyes, blocking his view.

   Once she was confident he could see nothing, she went back to the laptop
and wordlessly ran the randomizer and then with a finger mimed a
spinner-like motion, then pointed to Lissa.

   Equally silently, Lissa stood, and using both hands to restrain the
loose drapage of her towel, she leaned in such a way as to not touch Frank
in any way except with her lips, and she gently but entirely chastely
kissed his lips for about 5 seconds.

   Then she leaned back up, and I (as the only male, I'd been designated
temporary "announcer" as Marie had put it) asked him, "Who was it?"

   Frank said, "Lissa."

   Lissa mimed a fist slamming down in frustration, but retained her
silence and backed off and resumed her standard kneeling position at the
coffee table.  Then Marie ran the random number generator again and this
time pointed to herself.

   She grimaced, and seemed nervous as well.  But Lissa mimed a very
energetic, aggressive kiss, and raised an eyebrow in a gesture toward
Denise, trying to convince Marie that the only way she would fool Frank
would be to mimic the very adult, confident kiss Denise had given Frank
earlier.  Marie moved to position but suddenly Denise stood up too, and
moved close, indicating Marie should wait, and grinning conspiratorially.

   I realized that part of the issue was smell - by both of them leaning
close at once, he would not be able to judge on the basis of those subtle
differences of smell we all pick up but rarely consciously are aware of.  I
thought how sneaky Denise was being, and noted the looks of rapt approval
she was getting from the girls as she invited them into her conspiracy.

   Then, instead of having Marie go through with her kiss, Denise prevented
her at the last minute and gave Frank a very dainty, chaste, shy kiss. 
She'd realized, of course, that she had a better chance of imitating Marie
than the other way around, given their relative levels of experience. 
Marie didn't object, and nothing in the question explicitly said there
couldn't be some level cooperation among the kissers.

   And thus Frank guessed wrong.  "Uh, Marie," he hazarded.

   "Nope," I pounced.  And then, still wordlessly, Denise reached out and
pulled his shirt over his head, careful not to dislodge the blindfold.

   Then they both leaned in and tried again.  This time Marie did the kiss,
and tried to imitate the kiss she'd watched Denise do, hoping this time
Frank would guess Denise, I suppose.  But he must have detected some
difference, and by process of elimination, announced confidently this time,
"Marie."

   Of course, that was the end, as with two women eliminated, the last was
obvious, but Denise gave him a very short but aggressive kiss anyhow, just
for good measure I suppose.  Then the turn was wrapped up, and, shirtless
and de-blindfolded, Frank returned to his spot on the couch, grinning like
a fox in the henhouse.

   It was Denise's turn, and she got a truth, " Your entire group of
players is being held hostage by a man who is holding a gun to your head.
He will let you and the rest of the players go unharmed, as long as you
tell him which one member of your party he can kill.  (Note: he cannot kill
your or himself, and you cannot cheat by saying you would take the gun from
him, etc.) Who would you choose to die?"

   "That's a horrible question," she immediately said.  Everyone nodded,
and we decided to try for a different one.

   So Marie then read, "Have you ever looked at porn online?  When was the
last time you did and what were you looking at.  Give details."

   Denise replied, "oh my." Then she was quiet a moment, but there were no
objections from the group and it was clear everyone expected this one would
be answerable.

   So she continued, "Well, definitely.  Mostly I read dirty stories."

   "No pictures?" prompted Lissa.

   "Well, sometimes," Denise agreed.

   "Like, of what?" Marie queried.

   "You know, naked guys, people having sex, stuff like that."

   The girls grinned at each other.  Then Marie continued, "so, what kind
of stories?"

   Denise played stupid, asking, "what do you mean, what kind?"

   "Well, when was the last time you read a dirty story you really liked,
and what was it?" Lissa suggested.

   Denise looked cornered, but her quick glance at Frank told me he was the
only reason she wasn't being completely open here.  Something made her
decide to go for it, though, despite his presence.  Some reassurance she
received from him in their exchanged glance, or a challenge from him, or
who knows what.

   "Well, a few days ago I was reading this story about this group of
college students, who put together like this club where they do sexual
dares and tasks fro each other to tease each other or tease third parties -
like flashing fellow students or having sex in semi-public places or such
like."

   I realized she was describing my tease-club story.  And, except for the
"few days ago" part she was being entirely truthful.  I'm sure Lissa
recognized it, but she played the innocent, rapt teenager absorbing this
bit of illicit knowledge regarding her parent's libido.  Marie's eyes
widened and she said something like cool.  Frank said nothing, but
listened, and of course, I kept my mouth shut.

   "What was the part of the story that you liked best?" asked Lissa.

   "One scene where two of the girls in the story go to a cafe and are
flashing strangers, like, up their skirts and stuff," she answered,
breathlessly.

   The girls didn't demand any more detail, but it was enjoyable watching
the gears turn in Marie's head, as it was, at least for her, something new
and food for thought.

   It was now my turn, and so Marie hit the website again.  "Select a
random member of the opposite sex.  Go into a private room and then
completely undress.  Once you are naked, masturbate while the other person
watches for one minute."

   "That seems more than R-rated," protested Denise.

   We all agreed, so Marie "spun again." This time, the dare was, "The
group may choose any other player.  You must kiss their cheek and KEEP your
lips on their cheek for one round.  This means you may have to participate
in any dare that they do."

   It was decided to use the random number generator to indicate whom I was
to kiss, and this indicated that it should be Marie.  So, I got up from my
position and moved to kneel next to where Marie sat on the floor at the
coffee table, and put my lips to her cheek.

   "Heh that's funny," said Lissa.

   "Yeah right," she grumbled, but she seemed to be enjoying the attention.

   Then it was Lissa's turn.  "Find a mirror (preferably a clean one). 
Give yourself a passionate kiss for 10 seconds, using the mirror," was her
dare.

   "That's kind of dumb," she said.  But Marie told her to go ahead and do
it, so Lissa fetched a hand mirror from her bedroom dresser and did her
best effort, sliming the mirror with her saliva quite enthusiastically.

   It was a nice, light, entertaining moment, and then it was Marie's turn.
I was still puckered up against her cheek, obviously.  "You know, your chin
tickles," she commented, as she clicked the button on the website.

   Denise snickered.

   Then she pulled up the dare, which I was able to read as she read it out
loud, in a rapidly faltering voice as she realized what was being
requested: "For the enjoyment of the group, give your best impression of
the last 15 seconds of a mind blowing orgasm.  Include facial expressions,
heavy breathing, and sounds."

   "How can I do this with this...  this MAN attached to me?" she
protested, but realizing no one was going to let her out of it.

   Finally she sort of leaned back and did some whining and grunting, but
it was pretty understated, and Lissa said, "c'mon, you can do better than
that.  I think Jason should be the judge of if you're convincing or not,
since he has the best view."

   "Certainly, that's the sort of view a man might typically have in such a
situation," joked Denise, raunchily.

   Marie was unable to avoid giggling at this, then took a deep breath and
tried again.

   She gave more effort, and, despite my oddly intimate view of the action,
I decided she was, indeed, pretty convincing, so I gave a wordless thumbs
up to the action after the requisite time period, and the game went on.

   For Frank, Marie pulled up the following dare: "You must be measured by
a random member of the opposite sex.  Get a soft tape measure (or a strip
of cloth or paper with quarter inches marked on an edge will work).  Go
into a separate room, and if you are male, she is to measure length and
girth (circumference) of your dick.  If you are female, he is to measure
length of your pussy lips and length of your clit.  Report back to the
group on results."

   "Whoa," she concluded.

   "Definitely," agreed Lissa.

   "Maybe we should do a different one," suggested Denise.

   "Might be interesting," said Marie, to my surprise.

   Frank, I noticed, said nothing.  I still had my lips attached to Marie's
cheek, but I would have been diplomatically silent at this juncture as
well.

   "It seems a little, uh, farther than we should go," Denise said again.

   But Lissa also seemed fascinated, and said, quite maturely, "really it
should be up to Frank, don't you think, mom?"

   Denise grimaced, but reluctantly turned to Frank.

   He raised his hands in an exaggerated shrug.  So Lissa pressed further:
"C'mon, mom.  It'll be educational.  Me an' Marie have never seen one
before." This wasn't entirely true - at least for Lissa - given the events
of earlier that very same day, with the "nudism" thing that had happened.
Lissa continued her argumentation, adding, "and you're here supervising, so
it's not like anything weird would happen."

   I could see Frank was really quite nervous, but probably more from
excitement than from discomfort.  Although for any guy, obviously, extreme
sexual excitement and physical discomfort can tend to end up somewhat
conflated.

   I also realized that Denise was just looking for a way to let it happen
- she was at least as excited and horny as the two girls, if not a great
deal more so, but Frank's uninitiated presence was causing her to display
reticence.

   Finally she said, "well, let's see who's supposed to be doing this
measuring."

   Marie ran the randomizer, and Lissa watched too, and immediately called
out, "it's Marie!  I'll get the tape measure," and ran from the room, her
towel billowing suggestively.

   "I didn't yet say this could happen," Denise yelled after her, but with
quickly fading commitment.  She turned to Frank, and asked, all
seriousness, "tell me honestly - are you OK with this?  If you have the
slightest discomfort or qualm I need you to say so."

   Frank was thoughtful for a moment, and said, "I'm much more surprised
you're willing to let this go ahead.  My concern with this would be whether
the girls were feeling compelled to do this - by me or by someone else -
which would be bad, but it doesn't seem that that is the case, I guess."

   "Marie, are you OK with this?" Denise asked.

   Marie started to nod, then, quite confidently, "I think it would be VERY
interesting." She giggled.  I had sat back from kissing her cheek, as the
conversation had turned serious.

   Lissa returned, brandishing Denise's soft fabric tape measure, and
immediately noted that I'd left my assigned position: "get back in
position, you," she admonished me.

   I leaned in again to Marie's cheek, muttering, "yes, ma'am." But
grinning.

   Lissa handed the tape measure to her friend, and immediately commanded
Frank, "drop the pants."

   Somehow, it had become a foregone conclusion that it was going to
happen, as Denise made no further objections.

   Frank sheepishly lowered his jeans, and, having removed his underwear
earlier, his suddenly liberated cock followed that well-documented
trajectory that liberated cocks tend to follow during sexually intense
situations.
   "Damn...  look at that," said Lissa, under her breath.

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