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Dares by A few years ago, My girlfriend, Jamie and I went to a party at the home of our friends, Larry and Sue. They were recently married, though they'd been together more years than I can recall, and had three kids. Around 1:00 am, the party was fizzling out. There were just a few of us left drinking beers on the porch. Sue was looking tired, but was playing the good hostess, I suppose, and didn't head to bed straight away. Another guy left, and all that remained of Larry and Sue's guests were Jamie and myself. Sue called it in shortly after that, much to the disappointment of Jamie and I, who were rather looking forward to a game of Strip Poker. Which we often played with Larry and Sue after their parties died down. That plan shot, we went into their living room, and stared up some drinking games, just Larry, Jamie and I. Jamie was already quite blasted, and I was feeling a good buzz. After about an hour of mindless drinking games, Jamie started acting rather exibitionistic, flashing her bra, and such. She was really good and blasted now. The alcohol's effect on Larry, however seemed to be making him sleepy, until the subject of our previous adventures in Strip Poker came up. "Ha-Ha...You're always the first one naked," Jamie taunted Larry after losing a number of hands in a row, and having to pound more of his questionably strong drink. "I don't think so, girlie," he replied. "If we were playing Strip Poker, you would have been naked an hour ago," she said. "Well, we'll just see about that, then, won't we?" he said, starting to deal out the cards, his energy returning. "Dealer's choice, " he reminded, "Five card draw, nothing's wild, and the stakes are clothes. All losers take of an article of clothing." I shrugged, and Jamie said, "You are so naked, Larry," as she picked up her cards. It wasn't long until Jamie and I were both naked, and Larry still had a T-shirt and briefs on. I guess Jamie has jinxed us. She seemed quite comfortable in her nakedness, though. More so than usual. She was making no attempt to cover her lovely breasts, and got up and walked freely though the house to get a drink, or go to the bathroom without a shred of shame. Seeing her completely nude standing in the kitchen, facing Larry and I, without any sign of embarrassment was causing a size adjustment in my dick. I'm sure the same was true of Larry. Since Jamie and I were both out of things to wager, we were put on dares. The winner of the round would assign a dare to whatever loser had no clothes left to lose. Larry went pretty easy on us for the first few times we had dares from him. He was on something of a winning streak. That ended suddenly when he lost three hands in a row, leaving him naked and owing a dare to Jamie. Jamie wasn't so generous. "Stand up, and spank your monkey," she said, a mischievous grin on her face. Larry looked a bit apprehensive. "For how long," he asked. "One minute. I'll time you." Larry slowly stood, cupping his privates protectively in his hand, and started to turn away from us. "Oh, no!" Jamie demanded, pointing towards her feet. "But you didn't say..." "Turn around!" Jamie cut him off. He obeyed with feigned reluctance. I was intrigued. I'd seen Larry naked a number of times before, and he'd had a similar dare during another game, but he was obscured from my view then. Now, he was going to be masturbating in my full view, in good light. He began to slowly, shyly tug at his limp penis. After about thirty seconds, he began to grow a bit, and he seemed to relax a little. I was surprised at his size. At half erect, his dick was almost as big as my raging hard-on (about 6-7 inches). "Time. " Jamie informed him, and he quickly sat back on the chair, crossing his legs to hide his erection. From that point, the game became decidedly sexual, and dares were going further than in previous games. I don't know if it was just the level of drunkenness, or that Sue was asleep, or a combination, but things began to get interesting. Jamie and I were dared to sixty-nine, and we complied. Jamie laid back on the couch, spread her legs wide, and I climbed on, burying my face in her pussy while she took my full hard-on into her mouth. I got hard just moving to the couch, before she even touched me. Larry was getting quite a show, and knowing that he was watching was turning us both on. Jamie's juices were all over my face. "Time," he said when our two minutes were up. I sprung up, and dashed to my seat, knowing that if I didn't, I'd end up coming, and I wasn't ready for that yet. As I bounded to the chair, I noticed Larry's hard dick in his hand. He'd been masturbating while watching us. He quickly released his dick, and crossed his legs. It was my deal, so I quickly swept up the cards and dealt the next hand. I won, making it my job to issue dares to the losers. I was drawing a blank. "If Sue were up, I'd have all kinds of ideas for Jamie," I said with a grin. Larry nodded, "Yeah. Too bad she wimped out on us," he returned the sentiment. After a minute or so of holding up the game trying to figure out dares, I decided I wanted to see Larry play with himself again, so I dared Jamie to suck my dick and Larry to Masturbate. Being that he was sitting directly across from me, I'd have a good view with Jamie kneeling on the floor. She eagerly took my semi stiffy into her mouth and made it a complete hard on. Larry, meanwhile looked on as my cock slid in and out of Jamie's mouth, and stroked his limpish penis. I'd set the time on these dares at three minutes, though, hoping to get to see him fully erect. How big does that thing get? About two minutes into the dare, Larry's hand, combined with the oral sex show seemed to be doing the trick. I was getting a fantastic blow job, and a clear view of Larry working his now hard penis by hand. It was at least eight inches long, and about as thick as mine, but with a curious downward curve to it. He seemed to be enjoying himself now, and also seemed quite comfortable stroking himself to our show. I was keeping an eye on the clock, and didn't want to seem overly interested in Larry's pecker, so I was only catching couple second glimpses here and there. The appointed time passed. It was a good twenty seconds past before I called it. I wanted to see just a bit more. I might have stretched it a full extra minute, but Jamie's efforts were bringing me close to orgasm. Jamie won the next hand, and I guess she must have been disappointed at having missed out on the show I was getting, so for a replay, she dared us each to stand up, facing each other, and beat off. Larry and I exchanged uncomfortable glances. I really did want to do that, and was feeling some stirring in my again limp penis. I was excited, and I feared I may start growing a hard-on before even starting. "How long?" Larry asked, then. "Until you come." she said matter-of- factly. Larry and I both raised eyebrows at this one. "Messy," I commented. "Uh...yeah." Larry agreed. "Aim that thing over there before you do that," I said, jokingly pointing in Jamie's direction. "Where are we supposed to cum?" Larry protested. "Use paper towels," Jamie said, pointing to the kitchen. After a few silent moments, I hopped up, and grabbed a a couple paper towels, and returned to my seat. "You get some for me?" Larry asked. "Oh, no. Sorry." I held up the two paper towels. Didn't want any leaking out. Larry hopped up, and grabbed a couple paper towels himself. We were both folding them neatly. I though this was kind of funny. We seemed to have similar masturbation habits. I stood up, ready to begin our dare, my paper cum-rag handy on the coffee table, across from Larry's. "You know, if he comes, you probably won't get any tonight," Larry said to Jamie. "Oh, no. He can do it again," she replied, confidant in my abilities. I was thinking, however that this could in fact end our game, though. Perhaps Jamie had the same thought. "How long do we have to do this again?" Larry was pushing for a change of plans. "Three minutes," Jamie replied, "if you come, that's fine, if not, that's fine too." Larry stood. We each took our dicks in hand and began before even being told to start. Jamie was watching the clock, "OK. Go," she said, apparently not having noticed we'd already begun. There we stood, facing one another, our full hard-ons pointing at each other, hands pumping. Wow. This is pretty cool, I thought. I'm not gay, but the idea of masturbating with another guy has somehow always been arousing. Now, I was doing it live, and my girlfriend was watching. "Mind if I play too?" Jamie said after a minute. We looked over at her, and found that she was leaned back on the couch, legs spread wide open, her hand making circles over her neatly trimmed pussy. In the existent lighting, she looked so tan. So amazingly sexy. "Ga-ga." was Larry's only reply, his jaw dropping, his dick stiffening even more. "Go for it," I said. Now all three of us were masturbating. My eyes flicked back and forth between Jamie's naked form, and Larry's dick. His gaze shifted also; staring at Jamie's breast as she stroked a hard nipple, at her hand grinding away between her silky legs, over to my pre-cum dripping hard-on. I was really close to orgasm when Jamie stopped, and called time. I thought about going for it anyhow. I really needed to come. My balls were starting to ache. With reluctance, I sat back down, as did Larry. Neither of us made any effort this time to hide our hard dicks. It was pretty obvious at this point anyhow. "Man, I was just about to come, too!" Larry said, any hints of shyness totally gone now. We'd taken the Stip-Poker dares way farther than we ever had before. At this point, we all just wanted to get off, we didn't care what anyone thought, we dropped our defenses, and resigned ourselves to our highly sexual situation. "You don't have to stop," Jamie said encouragingly. "That's OK," he said, but still tugged a bit here and there, keeping himself hard. I needed no such stimulation. My boner wasn't likely to go away now until it blew it's surely very large load. Larry won the next hand, and dared Jamie and I to have sex on the couch for two minutes. I doubted I could last even that long. I got up, my erection standing almost straight up with me, and positioned myself between her legs. Jamie grabbed my penis, "You sure are wet," she commented, then guided it in to her equally wet pussy. I'm certain it never had glided in so smoothly. We had already started, but Larry said "Go," anyhow when the second hand reached twelve. I began slowly pumping in and out of Jamie's oh so slippery vagina. About thirty seconds into it, I was going to come. I quickly pulled out, and tried to hold it back, clenching my muscles as hard as I could. I didn't orgasm, but a few dribbles leaked out. It was a close call. "Put it back in," Jamie was saying from under me. "I'll be back," Larry said, leaping up from his chair, heading down the hall. I figured he couldn't take any more, and was going to the bathroom to finish himself off. I recovered from my close-call, and slid back into Jamie. My small release bought some time, and I was able to fuck Jamie faster and harder without coming right away. She was moaning softly beneath me, and I was breathing hard. Jamie's head suddenly turned, and I looked to what startled her. Larry had returned with a vibrator. I hadn't even noticed, but now could hear the steady buzzing of his newly produced toy, as he stroked his cock, and stimulated the head of it with the vibrator. "Your time's up, by the way," he said, unabashed, as he continued masturbating openly in front of us. After a few moment's thought, I got up. While in the position Jamie and I were in, we couldn't see Larry's show. I returned to my seat, and stroked my slick, slippery penis slowly. Jamie sat up. The cards were dealt again. Larry kept stroking until he had to pick up his cards, and then, he propped the vibrator so it would continue working his dick, even while his hands were busy doing something else. It was the most overtly sexual situation Jamie and I had ever been in with friends. Larry won again. His dare to us was essentially the same, except dictating also our position, and how to finish. He pulled his chair up closer to the couch, directed that Jamie should lay on her side with one leg up, and I was to kneel on the couch and fuck her kind-of sideways. I was further instructed that I was to fuck her like this for two minutes, then pull out, jerk off, and come on her titties. If Jamie hadn't come yet, she was to use the vibrator to finish herself. The position was rather awkward, I had to put one foot on the floor, and it took a couple minutes to work it out comfortably, but it gave everyone a perfect view of everyone else. How clever and considerate of Larry. I noticed he had his yet unused folded paper towels handy. I started sliding in and out of Jamie's pussy. It was getting just plain sloppy down there between her steady flow of juices, and my oozing dick. I watched Jamie's face as she watched Larry stroke his raging hard on. She switched on the vibrator Larry has given her, and put it to work early. I could feel the vibrations also as she rubbed her clit with it. She started moving it faster, and was moving her hips to meet me as I pumped harder and faster into her. Larry was oh so slowly stroking his long, curved dick, which was leaking a considerable amount of clear fluid. I could hear the sloppy squishing noises from his hand, and from Jamie's pussy. Jamie was moaning loudly now, and I knew she was coming. I had to keep going for her, but not come myself, so I could finish the dare. I guess Larry had forgotten to watch the time exactly, but I figured after Jamie's orgasm subsided, and I was right on the brink of coming, I'd better pull it out, and start stroking. Jamie turned on her back, and said, "come for me baby," while she squeezed her 36c titties together. I was floored. It was like a porno flick. She didn't ordinarily say things like that during sex (or ever). Larry let out a soft grunt. I looked over to see him pumping hard and fast now. I took my dick in my hand. It was slippery with our love juices, and I stroked it. Larry brought up the paper towels, and pumped his cum into them. Some, he didn't quite catch, though and a few streams streaked across the floor, landing in ribbons on the carpet. That was incredible. I'd never seen another guy come before, except in pornos. I simply exploded, my head jerked back, and my dick started pumping out blast after blast of hot white cum. I looked down at Jamie's squished-together breasts to be sure I was hitting my mark, and not her face, and stroked the slippery thing faster, trying to make the orgasm last as long as I could. When it got too sensitive, I finally stopped, and collapsed on the couch. Jamie got up to grab my unused paper towels, to clean herself up, and I noticed Larry was gone. After a few minutes, Jamie and I were ready for more. I guess we were a bit over stimulated sexually that night. So, I was on top of her, going at a fast pace, when Larry entered the room with a blanket for us, averting his eyes. "That's really not necessary, " I told him. He threw down the blanket, and said, "Good night. Thanks for the show." and went off to bed. -