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WARNING: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and women, or women and women.  Some of the fictional participants in the story may be under the age of 18.

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

Chapter 26.  Hello?

There I was, staring at my sister's lovely conical areolae and large 
hard nipples bobbing in front of my face, while she ground her pussy 
and in a slow lap dance against my thighs and throbbing cock, now 
completely lacking any kind of inhibition.  Meanwhile her neighbor 
Frank was watching, and her daughter Lissa stared on from the left 
while Lissa's friend Marie gazed on from the right.

I would have forgiven myself if I'd shot my load right then, but I 
didn't.  Marie began counting down the end of Denise's one minute lap 
dance, "ten, nine..." 

I rolled my eyes, and I could tell Denise was going to have a difficult 
time stopping, too.  The build up for this had been days long, if not 
weeks, and both of us wanted relief, I'm sure.  But it wasn't to happen.

Marie concluded her countdown and, with evident reluctance, Denise 
stood and returned to her spot on the couch, suddenly appearing 
slightly embarrassed by the wantonness she'd just displayed.  Lissa 
underscored this by pointing out the slightly sticky-looking residue of 
her mother's pussy juices on my shaft, where she'd just been riding me, 
and then Marie, not to be outdone, pointed out the precum that was 
leaking out of my cockhead. 

Both girls giggled, but then Marie pointed out that it was it was OK 
for me to put my towel back on, although she also added "Denise has to 
stay naked now, according to that dare."  I wrapped my towel around me, 
but my covering was to be short lived - it was my turn.

Marie returned to the laptop and pulled up a new item for me - a dare.  
She read, "Strip and lay on your back, arms down at your side and feet 
together. The group now makes a line of something, like whipped cream 
or syrup, from your neck to your crotch.  Now a random person in the 
group starts at your neck and clean you off, top to bottom, using only 
their mouth."

"We can use the chocolate sauce," she added.

"Yeah.  We should select a person randomly to put it on him.  C'mon, 
lie down, Jason," Lissa contributed.  "And get those towels off again," 
she laughed.

Both girls were clearly quite excited by the trajectory our little game 
was taking, and although I knew enough about Lissa's character at this 
point not to be surprised in the least, Marie's enthusiastic 
participation was more shocking - her earlier reticence had almost 
completely disappeared.

I lay on my back, naked, on the floor, my throbbing erection prominent 
and uninterested in subtlety.  Marie ran the random number generator on 
the website and announced that she herself would be putting the 
chocolate on, then they would run it again to see who would be licking 
it off.

"What if it's Frank," asked Lissa, giggling.

Marie grinned, and looked at Frank, who just shrugged - he'd been 
relegated to a spectator role for the last few minutes but he was still 
evidently OK with the proceedings, if not entirely believing them.

"We'll see," Lissa said, and gestured for her friend to apply the line 
of chocolate sauce to me.

Marie knelt beside me and with no hesitation dipped a finger into the 
jar and spread a line from under my chin to the middle of my chest.  

"Make it thicker," encouraged Lissa.

So Marie dipped her finger again, and applied another line.  Then a few 
more times, and she worked the line to below my navel.  I could see her 
look of concentration, as she brought the line short of where the head 
of my dick hovered over my lower abdomen, but then she paused.  Marie 
turned to her friend, and it occurred to me that the rest of us, Frank, 
Denise and I, had become almost mannequins in the girls' game - little 
more.

"It says 'crotch' - should I put it onto his, uh...?" she asked, but 
not finished the question with the required vocabulary word, in any of 
its potential variants.

Lissa nevertheless understood perfectly.  "I think 'crotch' means down 
to between his legs.  So, if there's, like, an obstacle, I guess you 
have to cover it, huh?"  She giggled again.

Marie grinned and resumed her striping.  She didn't really put it down 
into my nest of pubic curls, but she carefully applied a line down the 
length of my cock, from head to base, and then onto my scrotum and down 
to where the flexible flesh met the smooth bit leading to my anus.  
Clearly, she was exploiting the opportunity to get in a good feel and 
examine the anatomy carefully.

"It kind of shakes," she uttered in a low voice, to no one in 
particular.

"What do you mean?" asked Lissa.

"Like... like when you read in a story, and they say it throbs.  I 
understand now."

Lissa gave her friend a look of envy, as if she wished their places 
were switched.

Marie saw this, and so suggested, "why don't you see who's going to be 
licking this off."

Lissa ran the randomizer on the website, and very quickly said, "oh my 
god."

"What?" asked Marie and Denise in unison, thinking something was wrong.

"Uh, no, it's just that, it came up a one - that's me, if you count 
clockwise like we do."

Marie laughed, "ooh, I'll put an extra glob right here, then."  With 
that, she deposited an additional dollop of chocolate sauce on the head 
of my dick, almost completely covering it.

Lissa came over to my side where I lay on the floor and gazed down at 
her best friend's handiwork.  She shook her head, not as if refusing, 
but as if she couldn't believe her situation.  None of us could.

Denise had been surprisingly quiet, but seeing this gesture of her 
daughter's she asked, worriedly, "you don't have to do this, hun, if 
you're not OK with it."

Lissa looked up and her look of concern changed back to her 
characteristic wide, wry grin.  "Oh, it's cool.  I really just can't 
believe this is happening."

And with that, without any more words or hesitation, she bent down and 
began to lick the chocolate from my throat.

"At least it tastes good," she muttered, using one hand to keep her 
hair from getting into the sticky mess.

Marie watched raptly as, over the next two minutes, Lissa worked her 
way down to my navel.  "It tastes kinda funny down here in the navel," 
she complained.

But she kept on, and daintily she held my shaft with forefinger and 
thumb, at its narrowest spot right below the glans, to lick the stripe 
on my abdomen that Marie had placed below it.  And soon enough she was 
confronted with the fact that she could wait no longer.  

She paused and looked around at the group, quizzically.

"Go for it," Marie encouraged her.

So finally she bent down and began to lick the chocolate from my shaft, 
and, much to my surprise, she briefly took the head into her mouth 
completely and ran the tip of her tongue through the groove of the tip 
and base of the glans.

I couldn't help but moan slightly, with a sharp intake of breath - it 
was so exquisite.

Lissa lifted her head and met my eyes, a little bit of chocolate 
smeared on her upper lip.  "Sorry," she said, softly.

"Oh god, don't be sorry, Lissa," I said.

"You're not hurting him, hun," Denise said gently.  "But be careful not 
use your teeth."

Lissa gave a wan smile, and bent down again and, eerily holding her 
mother's gaze, she made an 'O' of her lips and took my cockhead into 
her mouth again.  Another flick of the tongue, and the she lifted up.

"Like that?" she queried, turning to me to make it clear it was me who 
she was asking.

I just nodded stupidly.

Lissa seemed to enjoy teasing me in this way, but she also sensed, I 
think, how close to the edge I was, and she seemed to instinctively 
want to avoid a climax - at least not into her mouth.  So she didn't do 
the in-the-mouth thing again, but resumed her more conventional licking, 
now working down the shaft toward my balls.

Although the feelings were intense, by itself her activity was unlikely 
to make me shoot my load.  Finally, she had finished the bit under the 
scrotum and sat back up to survey her results.

"You missed a spot," teased Marie, indicating with her finger a smear 
of chocolate near the base of my shaft.

Lissa obligingly leaned over, pulling her hair back out of her face, 
and gave a few more carefully placed licks.

"OK, all done," she finally announced.

And returned to her spot.  It was over.  I got back up and, avoiding 
meeting the gaze of Frank or Denise, put my towel back around my waist 
(though I didn't quite see the point, at this juncture), and sat down.

Marie returned to the laptop at the other end of the coffee table and 
clicked the button for an item for Lissa's turn.  There was a momentary 
tone of solemnity that fell over all of us - somehow the game had 
gotten quite serious, at least at some level.

"It's a truth," announced Marie, the disappointment showing in her 
voice.

"It'll be a good break," said Lissa, almost simultaneously with her 
mother saying something quite similar.  We all laughed.

So Marie read the question,  "What part of your body would you like to 
make bigger? What part of your body would you like to make smaller? 
Why?"

"Hmm," thought Lissa.  "I guess I hope my tits get a little bigger - 
but not too much - I don't want giant honkers."

Marie giggled at this.  

"I can't think of anything I want smaller," she said, finally.

It was now Marie's turn, so she ran the laptop for herself, and Lissa, 
reading over her shoulder next to her, announced it was a dare.  "The 
group gets to pick a person from the opposite sex. You both go into a 
private room and make noises like you are having WILD sex for 1 minute. 
Start out slow, then build up to a BIG finish!"

"Well, we should pick the person randomly," suggested Lissa.  "And 
there's no point in going into another room.  They can do it here."

Marie nodded, taking her upcoming dare seriously.

The randomizer indicated that I was to be her partner in crime, and 
Lissa made Marie come over and sit on the arm of the chair where I sat, 
so we could make our noises.  I'm not sure we did very well.  I was shy 
about seeming too enthusiastic, and Marie was clearly inexperienced and 
overly influenced by locker-room adolescent imitations of internet porn.

But everyone seemed pleased enough by our moaning and carrying on, and 
I liked how toward the end of our minute, Marie suddenly yelped, "yes 
yes yes!"

Then it was Frank's turn.  Marie returned to her spot and read the 
following dare for him:  "You and another volunteer must be completely 
naked. Then, the other members of the group can move you around to an 
awkward position, but without touching each other. You both have to 
stay like this for 3 rounds."

Well, obviously there was no question that the "volunteer" had to be 
randomly selected.  And although the question didn't specify someone of 
the opposite sex, I noticed that Lissa restricted the choices to the 
three women.  The result:  Frank had to do this dare with Marie.

"We need to pick someone in the group to be the 'sculptor,'" Lissa then 
said.

"You go ahead," Denise and I said, almost together, it being clear that 
Lissa was excited to do the honors.

So, Lissa had Marie and Frank strip naked.  Marie seemed not nervous at 
all at this point - things had moved a long way from earlier in the 
afternoon.  

Lissa pondered a few moments as to what pose she'd put her neighbor and 
friend into, before settling on the following:  first, she had Frank 
lie down on his back; then she had Marie get on her hands and knees 
over him, in the classic 69 inversion - so the sides of Marie's knees 
were at Frank's ears, while her palms were down on the carpet on either 
side of his hips.

Marie chuckled softly, "I can't believe you're making me do this.  How 
long do I have to be like this?  Three rounds is a long time."

Lissa laughed at her friend, and joked, "hey, at least you have a good 
view."

Reflexively, Marie looked down at Frank's swollen cock below her, and 
giggled.  "I guess."

"Are you alright, Frank?"  Lissa asked our guest, politely.  

I could see him nodding, before he realized this might not be quite 
visible in his current position.  "Yep, fine," he added.

"Nice view down there, too?" she queried, teasing Marie.

"Lissa!" complained the blonde girl.

"Uh, just fine," laughed Frank.  And the game went on.

Because Marie was stuck as a sculpture with Frank, Lissa took over the 
laptop.  It was Denise's turn.  She got the following dare:  "Randomly 
select a member of the opposite sex.  Have that person find a favorite 
erotic story online - if they need help or suggestions they can consult 
with the group, but theirs is the final choice.  You must read that 
story to the group."

Since Frank was occupied, Lissa suggested it should be me to find 
Denise a story to read.

"This is going to take a long time," complained Marie.

"Are you uncomfortable?" asked Lissa.

"Uh... I'm OK," she relented.

"Should we pick a different dare for me?" said Denise.

It occurred to me that with all that had happened over the last round, 
she may have been hoping for a dare that was more "hands on."  I 
laughed to myself at the state we'd worked ourselves into.

But the point was made moot when suddenly there was a ringing.  It was 
a phone - not the landline, somebody's cell phone.  I saw Denise (still 
naked from her earlier dare) leap up to find hers, but it was hers.  
Then Marie started to move, muttering, "I think that's my phone."

"Stay there," said Lissa, and went to Marie's purse where she'd put it 
down in the den, and came running out with the still ringing phone, 
which she held out to Marie.

"I can't answer the phone like this," the young woman complained.

"Sure you can," insisted Lissa.

Awkwardly, Marie balanced her weight on one hand, and holding the phone 
in the other, pushed the button and answered, "Hello?"

She did indeed look funny, trying to talk on the phone, while she knelt 
naked over Frank's equally naked reclining form, with the tip of his 
cock hovering only half a foot below her chin.

"Oh, uh, hi dad," she said, softly.  And we all saw her eyes 
involuntarily take in the tableau beneath her as she took this suddenly 
even more awkward call.
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