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   NOTE - Once again, this post comes after a long silence.  After my last
few posts (chapters 22-24 or so), for the first time I received some
substantial negative feedback on the development of the story.  People felt
the truth or dare game wasn't up to the quality of previous parts, and that
it was "too slow" or "tedious." This was depressing.  But I've decided to
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   WARNING: This story may depict sexual activity of fictional beings,
solo, or between men and women, or women and women, or men and men, of
various ages, which may be above, or below, the age of consent, in one or
another real-world polity.  Or something like that.  If that freaks you
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   Wow Thanks (MFf, exhib, voy, inc, cons) by autoeroticrobot

   Chapter 25.  Next Level.

   I was trying hard to suppress my overwhelming lust, as I gazed at the
fourteen-year-old's gorgeous blonde pussy that was on display in front of
me.  But I was failing, and the towel wrapped awkwardly at my waist was
suddenly proving radically ill-suited to concealing my lust from my fellow
truth-or-dare players.

   I reached out the extended length of the soft tape measure and, trying
my best to be suave and calm, lay it down along the length of her slightly
poofed-out, lovely pinkish cuntlips.  The heat radiating from the damp slit
was intense, and she flinched slightly at my probably cold-seeming fingers'
touch.

   But within moments I had gently laid the yellowish cloth measure amid
the golden curls and I read off, "four and three quarters."

   Lissa breathed a soft-toned "cool," but Marie was speechless.  I pulled
away my hands and Lissa added, more firmly, "now her clit."

   "It's, uh, not very big," stammered Marie, gazing down at herself
self-consciously.

   The tape measure had a metal nub on it's first quarter inch, and I held
it up to Lissa's cooperative scrutiny, wordlessly inquiring whether she
thought it would work for the next bit of measuring.  She just nodded,
equally silent.

   I felt clumsy as I reached my fingers to lay the end of the tape measure
into the top of Marie's cleft along the left side of her slightly bulging,
shinydamp nubbin, and Marie's sharp intake of breath as my hands made
contact.

   How should I do this?  I wondered.  Only the glistening tip of the
girl's clitoris was peeking out of the fleshy, reddish, surrounding hood.

   As if hearing my thought, Lissa suggested gently, "Marie, hold yourself
open so he can get in there better - use your hands, that's it."

   Marie cooperated and, laying her index fingers on either side of her
slit on the puffy mons, spread herself accommodatingly, allowing her knees
to slacken further open as well.  The clit projected itself a slight bit
further from its hood, but Lissa, seeing the issue I was confronting almost
instinctively, said to me, "use your finger to pull back the hood first, so
it's sticking out."

   God - knowing the intense sensations I must be causing the young woman
had my own heart leaping wildly, as if in sympathy.  I pressed my middle
finger to the spot above the clitoris that I knew from some experience
would pull back the hood and cause the clit to fully distend.  Then I lay
the tip of the tape measure in along it and the bright pink tip only
reached the slightly arched end of the curve of the metal nub at the tape's
end.  "One quarter inch, maybe three eighths," I read, in a voice not much
louder than a sigh.

   I could feel the reflexive thrusting motion of Marie's pelvis in
response to the invasion of my fingers and the no-doubt overwhelming sexual
intensity of her being exposed to us all, but she was clearly trying to
suppress giving into her urges.

   Part of me desperately wanted to tweak her little knob and force her to
surrender to these urges, but I knew that would be unfair, and, however
much she might like it and even be yearning for it, it could lead to
regrets farther down the road.  And the image of me simply diving down and
sucking that delicious looking clit between my lips persisted in my mind
vividly, even after I withdrew my hands, and Marie, with a clear
combination of regret and relief, removed her own hands and allowed her
knees to fall back together.

   The intensity of the moment was past.  I think Denise made some effort
at small talk, and to keep the game going, but I don't recall what she
said.

   Lissa at last helped Marie to stand and handed her her pants to pull
back on, though the girl almost seemed reluctant to cover herself again.  A
born exhibitionist, I exulted to myself, seeing this minor display of
emotion on the lovely young woman's face.

   I returned to my own seat, and only then became conscious of the degree
to which my own arousal was now flagrantly tenting the suddenly
much-too-small towel around my waist.  Given what I'd just subjected Marie
to, however, I felt like it would be unfair of me to display any degree of
embarrassment over this - so I gave a quiet sigh to myself and pretended it
wasn't there, but Denise gave me no respite, and catching my gaze, did one
of her Mr Spock raised eyebrow things and looked pointedly at the turgid
throbber, grinning mischievously.

   Finally, we decided to move on, and it was Frank's turn.  Lissa,
impatient with Marie's dazed-like demeanor, operated the website, and read
the following dare: "Have a random member of the group pick two items of
clothing that you take off and stand in the front of a window (no shades or
drapes!) for 30 seconds."

   Well, at this point, Frank was wearing only a t-shirt and jeans - no
underwear, so it was evident that his would lead to his being naked.  As I
expected, Denise said, "I'm not sure about the standing in front of the
window thing," in her usual cautionary tone.

   I felt a need to reinforce her on this one, as it seemed too likely to
result in outside observation of this increasingly kinky group interaction.
So, I added, "we have a rule against outside dares."

   But, as I've mentioned before, the girls were clearly in charge, and
Lissa immediately protested - "it's not like it's REALLY outside."

   Marie, recovered somewhat from her earlier daze, seconded her friend, "I
think it's a good dare."

   "Well, maybe one of the back windows," hazarded Denise.

   "There's no fun in that - we all know that no one can see in the back
windows," complained Lissa.  "Here, this window," she suggested
enthusiastically, jumping up and pulling back the drapes on the bay window
right behind her that displayed the living room to the street.  It was dusk
outside, and the lights on inside would mean there would be a good chance
that if someone happened to be looking toward the house, Frank would be
seen.

   Denise sighed, but had a finally argument against the idea: "well, keep
in mind - would you do the dare, if the it was yours and not Frank's?"

   If this was supposed to somehow dissuade the girls, Denise was in for a
shock, I knew immediately.  And Lissa merely grinned widely and said, with
a perfect tone of insolence, "well, duh."

   Denise didn't show her dismay, though.  She just turned to the other
girl and prompted, "Marie?"

   She nodded and said yes, too.  Denise finally capitulated.  "Frank?  Are
you OK with this?" she asked, thusly giving her own assent.

   Frank, per his usual nonchalance, simply shrugged and smiled.  "Sure -
whatever," he said softly.

   "Well, it's a dare, then," concluded Lissa, triumphantly.

   Frank stood and pulled off his t-shirt and, more slowly, dropped his
jeans and stepped out of them.  Meanwhile, Lissa, still struggling to hold
up my dockers by one beltloop, managed to pull the drapes halfway open.

   "Make him stand up in the window seat," suggested Marie.  Lissa looked
at her friend with some surprise, but enthusiastically agreed this was an
excellent idea.

   Frank's cock had hopped back to a state of full rigidity within a few
seconds of his exposure, and stood out at an impressive 90 degree angle
from his groin.  But gamely, he climbed unhesitatingly up to the window
seat.  Playfully, however, he then stood pointedly facing the room.

   "No, no, you have to face the street," Lissa insisted, but laughing,
realizing he was teasing.  "Marie - start timing 30 seconds."

   "OK, clock starts...  now." said Marie.  But then she added, "I think he
should stand sideways to the window."

   "Oh, good idea," agreed her friend.  "Heh, better profile," she giggled,
as Frank complied with the suggestion.

   The time went by quickly, and one car went by with that muffled
squelching sound tires make on snowy streets.

   "You think they saw?" asked Denise, worriedly.

   Lissa, who'd been looking out the window from the side, shook her head.
"I doubt it," she shrugged.

   "Time!" announced Marie.  Frank quickly hopped down and wordlessly
pulled his pants back on, and reinserted himself into his t-shirt.

   "Mom's turn," said Lissa, and Marie clicked the website, and got a dare.
"Choose a player of the opposite sex.  Start chewing gum.  After every
round using only your mouth pass the gum to the other person and keep going
until it loses its flavor."

   "That's kind of dull," commented Lissa.

   "Mostly, it'll take too long," agreed Marie.  "Can we pick another
dare?" she directed toward Denise.

   Denise commented, wryly, "what's the hurry?" but she let the girls
select a different dare: "Strip.  Choose 1 member of the group, and they
must strip too.  Give them a lapdance, rubbing your butt completely over
their lap, making sure to make lots of contact.  You may not dress again
for the rest of the game, but the other player can."

   "Oh, that's a much better dare," Lissa concluded.

   I couldn't tell if Denise was genuinely concerned at this or not.  I
guessed not.  "How long is the lap dance?" she queried, finally, after a
few token protests.

   "Hmm, let's say, a minute?" suggested Marie.  Lissa thought this was
good.  "Who gets the lapdance?" she then asked.

   "It doesn't actually say it has to be someone of the opposite sex," I
pointed out, with a smirk.

   The girls actually exchanged a look of slight alarm, at this, but then
agreed this appeared to be the case.  Gamely, Marie ran the randomizer on
all four of us - me, Lissa, Marie and Frank.

   The randomizer gave us a 1, however - which meant me.

   This seemed to be crossing a line, entering new territory: both of us
being naked, with the clause in the dare stipulating "lots of contact." But
the girls were clearly delighted at the prospect of watching this, and I
knew both Denise and I harbored deep yearnings that would hardly make this
a chore for either of us.

   Denise almost shyly pulled off her remaining clothing, while I fairly
rapidly removed the two towels that were my only covering.

   She moved to stand in front of me, lovely puffy upturned breasts and
shameless almost completely shaved pussy on view.  "This chair isn't very
good for a lapdance," she commented - which was true, as the arms were high
on either side of me.

   "Sit on the coffee table, Jason," Lissa suggested immediately - so I
did.

   "We need some music if this is gonna be a good lapdance," Marie chimed
in.  Lissa jumped up and turned on the stereo, choosing an old Sade CD I
knew my sister liked immediately and popping it in.

   "Should this be, uh, facing him or back to him?" asked Denise, standing
over me awkwardly.  "The dare implies back to him."

   "Uh...  half and half, how about?" Marie said.  "Thirty seconds of each.
I'll start timing when you start."

   I had sat on the sturdy coffee table and leaned back, and reflected that
I'd never actually received a lap dance before.  And here, my first one was
being delivered by my gorgeous, naked sister.  While her neighbor, daughter
and daughter's friend watched.  Given that I'd been edging myself
incessantly for days on end, and subjecting myself to a high state of
sexual tension, it suddenly occurred to me that there was no small risk
that I'd end up splattering my sister's ass with an inconsiderate helping
of man-goo.

   To the soothing, sexy sounds of Sade's crooning, my sister turned around
and lowered herself toward my lap facing away from me, and began to bump
and grind slowly to the music's rhythm.  I was transfixed, and without
actually seeing them, I sensed the gazes of our three audience members on
the tableau, too.

   At first she was tentative, and the only contact her broad,
cafe-mocha-colored butt made with my cock was accidental.  She allowed the
inside of her thighs to clamp and rest against the outsides of mine
periodically.

   Shortly, I heard Lissa say in an offhanded manner to her friend, "didn't
the dare say 'lots of contact'?  Should we stop the timer?"

   Denise got the hint, and began to grind in earnest - and more naturally,
I thought, too.  It was all I could do to not reach out and cup her
breasts, and it was equally difficult to not begin humping my cock up
against the inconsistent stimulus - but I did.  I felt that given the
audience and context, I should try to stay as passive as possible.

   Despite this, by the time the first 30 seconds were up and Marie
announced that Denise could turn around, everyone got a view of the clear
droplet of precum that had emerged from my dick, and it struck me that my
sister was gazing at my cockhead raptly as she lowered herself back down to
straddle my lap and began to grind against the base of my shaft.

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