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:

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:  
   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”
===========================================

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. “Ohhhhh, 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.

“Ohhhhh, 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
=====================================

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
============================

“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.

“Ahhhhhh, 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
========================

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
==========================

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
