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Chapter 2 - Truth or Dare
"Well, that certainly was a unique experience!" said Bob.
He and his friends, Kim, Heather, Sarah, and Jack had just witnessed from the vantage point of Bob's old treehouse some passionate lovemaking by his next door neighbors, the Smiths. The dim light of a lamp in the lower level of Bob's palatial hiding place in the leaves illuminated all their faces. Each glowed with perspiration from the experience of watching. They sat for a long time in silence each wondering if the sexual tension inside them now would ever go away.
Heather eventually broke the mood. "What's up on the third level?"
Bob's father, the engineer, had built this tri-level treehouse as if it were his own World Trade Center. It had beanbag chairs, lights, storage boxes, windows, trap doors -- the works.
"That level doesn't have a roof and the limbs are pretty sparse above it so that's the 'star gazing' area. To get up there you have to crawl through that hole in the floor beyond the second level. Somewhere in the toy box is a telescope for looking at constellations and stuff."
"Stuff? Would that include Coach and Mrs. Smith?" queried Heather.
Bob laughed. "No, that would bring Coach Smith's package a bit too close for me. The binoculars work better."
"Just how many times have you seen them fucking, Bob? Excuse my French, but that's what I saw... fucking, that is." Kim had a directness about her that was charming instead of annoying or gross. Her eyes flashed as she talked and her long dark hair tumbled around her face.
"Never! Until tonight, that is," said Bob.
"Truth?" asked Kim.
"So help me God," replied Bob. "I have seen Mrs. Smith naked a few times, but I don't think they ever left the light on when they were 'doing the dirty' before... fucking, as you say."
"Somehow I don't believe you, but I guess we aren't playing truth or dare here," said Kim suspiciously.
"I love playing truth or dare!" said the ever ebullient Heather. She sat cross-legged on the floor rolling another joint made from Bob's leftover, treehouse stash.
"We aren't drunk enough for that," said Kim rolling her eyes.
"Then try... cough... this," said Heather lighting a very large joint.
Sarah's mind was still reeling from the spectacle they all had witnessed. She wasn't used to the effects of either tequila or pot, much less both together. Images of Coach Smith's large penis kept flashing in her mind and that look on Mary Smith's face -- the look of sheer joy -- simply would not leave Sarah's head. Her pussy still twitched from thinking about the entire experience. She sat back in a beanbag chair and tried to catch her breath.
"You ok, Sarah?" asked Heather.
"Fine," said what seemed to be a faraway voice coming from Sarah.
Jack broke out the snacks. They helped a bit with the sudden onslaught of the munchies in everyone and Bob passed the tequila bottle around unfortunately for the last time.
"Another dead soldier," he said sadly as he tossed the empty bottle into the basket.
"So, now can we play truth or dare? Please, pretty please," said Heather. "This place is perfect. Subdued lighting, good friends -- friends who have run away for a w-i-l-d weekend." Heather threw her blonde hair back and her arms up with clinched fists. "Yes!" she shouted.
"Ok, I'll play, Heather, but remember, I warned against it," said Kim. "I get to go first though."
I don't know about this, thought Bob. He looked at Jack seeking some confirmation, but Jack appeared too blasted to notice.
"Bob, truth or dare? Did you and your friends masturbate together here in the treehouse while watching Mrs. Smith?" Kim had a mischievous look in her eye.
"No."
"Baaaaant! Not true, you have to do a dare!" shouted Kim.
Sarah was jerked from her own mental revelry by the frankness of the question. "Jeez, Kim!" she said under her breath, but no one else seemed to think the question was out of the ordinary.
"No, wait!" retorted Bob. "My friends and I never masturbated while watching Mrs. Smith. That's not to say that I never masturbated while watching her, nor that my friends and I never masturbated together."
"You masturbated... together!" whispered Sarah. "Yeuuuuuw!"
"Come on, Sarah. Grow up. It's a guy thing," said Kim. "And, your answer is acceptable only by technicality, Bob. Ok, it's your turn."
"So, Kim, truth or dare? What color are your panties?" Bob smiled to himself.
"Oh, no, I'm not falling for that old trick. The way that works, girls, is I say a color and he challenges, then I have to show my panties to prove it's true!"
"Oh my god, what a sneaky thing to do, you bad boy Bob," sneered Heather.
Sarah looked on in shock and disbelief. In all her junior high truth or dare games, the wildest thing ever included was finding out that Sally Stover peed in her pants in fifth grade at school. Sarah had a premonition that this game was going to be more serious.
"Anyway, I believe that Bob knows exactly what color my little panties are, don't you, Bob?" said Kim. Sarah blushed and so did Bob.
"Ok, ok... another question then. Kim... have you ever made love to another woman?" All eyes turned toward Kim.
"NO!" affirmed Kim.
"That's not what you told me," whispered Heather. "What about Buffy Westerfield? You told me that you and she had a little indiscretion."
"Jesus, Heather, I thought we were close confidants, and besides, that happened when we were in the sixth grade for crying out loud! For everyone's information -- now that Miss Big Mouth has blabbed -- Buffy and I were just experimenting and tried masturbating each other. We were curious children, for goodness sake. Everyone has done that!"
"I certainly haven't," gasped Sarah.
"Shut up, Sarah. It's not your turn!" said Kim in frustration.
"I believe that you must take a dare, Kim, for not telling the truth," said Bob slowly. "I dare you to remove one article of clothing."
"Oh my," whispered Sarah. The pot and the booze had not made her lose her sense of reality quite yet.
"Well, since Jack here is the only one at this party who has not seen my panties," growled Kim looking directly at Bob, "I guess it will be my skirt."
Kim stood, crouching a bit to avoid a tree limb that supported the ceiling. She slowly slipped her stretchy black skirt over her hips. Bob's earlier guess regarding thong or no thong was true. Kim stood and awkwardly whirled around showing off her shiny, black satin thong. Her gorgeous ass swung within a foot or so of Jack's face. He was awestruck by her lovely round buttocks. Kim threw herself down on a beanbag in a huff. Revenge now was her all-consuming task. Sarah couldn't believe her eyes.
"Heather... sweet former friend Heather, truth or dare. Did you have sex with George Miller when you went out with him last week?"
Kim knew that the answer was yes, but she also knew that Heather was embarrassed by the whole relationship with George. Kim also knew that Heather now had her sights set on Jack and she would not want to jeopardize that by revealing too much about old George.
"I don't want to answer that question," said Heather, "let's keep this game friendly, ok?"
"Then take a dare," said Kim. "You remove an article of clothing also, except you have to let Jack do the removing."
Jack broke into a big smile, as did Heather. Soon everyone was giggling, even Sarah who still couldn't believe any of this was happening. The pot was kicking in and the giggles got uncontrollable.
"Ok, Jack, help me with this shirt," said Heather through the laughter. "No worse than the beach, right?"
Jack pulled up Heather's shirt and quickly the room fell silent. For someone so small, Heather certainly had large breasts; at least they looked large on her small frame. They were encased by a white bra, lacy at the top, but smooth at the bottom. Her nipples made prominent peaks in the smooth fabric. Heather also did a small turn and ended it by throwing her arms out and shouting, "Tah-dah!"
Bob's dick was fully hard once again. He squirmed to adjust himself without actually touching his now throbbing dingus. Jack unconsciously used his hand to adjust his growing cock, a move that did not go unnoticed by all three of the women.
"My turn?" asked Heather. "Hmmm.... Now that I am sitting here in my bra, I have a bra question for both Bob and Jack. Two for one. You both are experienced ladies men, I believe, so you shouldn't have trouble guessing all our bra sizes. You can work together on this. Guess correctly within say, plus or minus one inch, and the right cup size and you are off the hook. Guess incorrectly and the dare will be that both of you lose your pants."
"We're in trouble unless you know something I don't, Bob," said Jack. "I'm clueless on this one."
"How hard could this be?" answered Bob. He looked at each girl's chest carefully. His stare was so penetrating that the girls began to feel uncomfortable.
"Come on, Bob, give us your three guesses," said Kim.
Bob started to speak, then his face lit up with another thought.
"How will we determine the truth here, not that I don't trust all of you... haha," said Bob.
"I believe there is a size tag on each of our bras, smarty-pants," answered Heather. "That is proof enough."
"Well then, 34B for Kim," said Bob. "Correct?"
"A very lucky guess," sighed Kim, "and a correct one, plus or minus one size."
"Let's see anyway," said Bob. Heather lifted up the back of Kim's shirt and showed the tag hanging on the back of Kim's bra indicating 33B. "Hmmm... Heather is a much smaller person, but my guess is that such might mislead us. How about also 34... but, ah... C?"
"Damn! Another lucky guess!" Heather searched around for her bra tag, found it under one arm and showed it to Jack. Jack had to get very close to read the tiny writing on the tag and, in doing so, he smelled Heather's perfume again. He also got a close look at those lovely breasts of hers. Her smell was intoxicating.
"Now Sarah...." Sarah blushed. "It is hard to tell about Sarah with all those clothes on. They are larger... hmmmm. How about a 36... ah... C?" said Bob.
Everyone turned toward Sarah. "Incorrect," she said.
"Yes! Alright! We win!" squealed Heather. "Take off those pants."
"So what's the size, Sarah?" said Bob.
"Well, it is not 36C," said Sarah.
"Prove it," said Bob.
"Ok, ok... it's..." Sarah could hardly bring herself to say it, "it's 38D!"
Bob and Jack both whistled. "Proof, please?" said Bob.
"Help me find the stupid tag, please, Heather," said Sarah. She turned her back, pulled up her bulky sweater and her shirt and both girls began to search. Try as they might, no tag could be found. Finally, they gave up.
"You'll just have to take my word for it," said Sarah.
"No way," said Bob. We'll just have to figure out another way to measure."
"That's not possible, dummy," said Kim.
Bob's mind whirred. "I suggest that you, Sarah, and Heather exchange bras. If you demonstrate that you... shall we say... don't fit sufficiently into Heather's bra and Heather shows that yours is sufficiently larger, we'll believe you."
"No way," said Sarah.
"Or you both could take a dare instead?" said Bob.
"Technically, if they take a dare, then they will have fulfilled their part of the round and, therefore, you would lose your pants." Kim sounded like a lawyer arguing a complicated case.
"Ah... well... ok, I see your point," said Bob.
"So, what is the dare?" said Sarah, her speech now a little slurred from the booze.
"Sarah takes off her shirt and sweater... and Heather takes off her pants."
"Oh, shit, you guys play rough," said Heather. Sarah simply sat there. After a long pause, Heather said, "Ok, we'll do it."
"Ok? That's it? You just say it's ok and it is?" said Sarah. "Well, I beg to differ!"
"Oh, come on Sarah. It's just a game and, if we do it, the guys have to take off their pants too." Heather started unzipping her jeans.
"I do not believe this!" exclaimed Sarah.
Slowly, Sarah lifted her sweater over her head. Then she turned with her back to everyone and unbuttoned her shirt. She slipped the cotton fabric slowly off her shoulders and turned back around. Jack and Bob's eyes popped. Her boobs were huge. Even under her very conservative bra, they were obviously in a different league than those of Kim and Heather. Sarah blushed, made a goofy face, and sat down. She was burning, both on the outside via a major blush and on the inside -- she felt hornier than she had ever been in her life.
"Now... pants off, you two," she said quietly.
Bob and Jack stood and started to undress while still staring at Sarah and Heather. Heather slipped her tight jeans down, but had to sit to remove them from her feet. She had white lacy panties cut in a deep V in the front. When she lifted her legs to remove her pants, her vulva came clearly into view outlined under the shiny fabric of her panties. There were signs of moisture there and light pubic hair curled out from around the edges. Bob and Jack gasped and stared. And, so did Kim.
How far is this going to go, Kim thought.
Bob and Jack tugged at their pants trying to get them off without showing too much. Both had raging erections. Both of their dicks made obvious bulges in their whitie-tighties. It was Jack, however, that got the most attention. Clearly he had a much larger dick than anyone suspected. Now it stuck out, barely confined by his underwear. He quickly sat down and put his hands in his lap.
Visions of Mr. Smith's penis plunging into Mrs. Smith returned to Sarah's mind. She longed to see more of Jack. She imagined Jack taking Coach Smith's place in that bedroom. Her fantasies were extraordinarily vivid and she was sweating like crazy.
"Very nice, boys... ur... men," said Kim. She too was staring, but her eyes were directed at Bob's clothed penis.
"Kim," said Jack, "truth or dare. Who here would you most like to kiss right now?"
"Well... Bob, I guess." She blushed and looked away.
"Then prove it."
"How?"
"By doing it, I guess," said Jack.
Kim looked at Bob and then realized that she had been had again to a certain extent. She decided to make him remember this kiss for a long time. She leaned toward him and kissed him deeply. The more they kissed, the closer Bob held Kim. Soon they were pressed together and Kim could feel his erection pressing against her pussy. It excited them both. Neither wanted to stop.
"Enough already," Jack finally said.
The lovers slowly pulled apart. Bob was about to cum. One direct touch and he would have unloaded right there and then.
Kim said, "Bob, why don't we go and check out that upper deck. I think the stars are out." Bob nodded.
"Hey, what about the game?" laughed Heather.
"Oh, you can continue," said Kim as she took Bob by the hand and led him up toward to third level. Jack watched as Kim's thong-covered ass swayed its way up the stairs toward the ladder beyond. It was a beautiful ass, indeed.
"Well, we are rolling another joint and you two won't get any," shouted Heather with a pout. "Whose turn is it?" She lit the joint, inhaled deeply, and passed the joint to Sarah who did the same.
"I think it is my turn," coughed Sarah. Had it not been for the effects of the grass, anyone could have seen that Sarah's mind was spinning and that she was building her courage.
"Jack, truth or dare, would you like to let me see and touch your penis right now? I have never done that before in my whole life. Of course, I haven't done most of what has happened tonight. So this should be a whole night of firsts -- my first pot, first time to watch strangers fucking, first time undressing in front of guys, and so... a first penis experience seems to fit in there somewhere."
"If I say, no, I'd be lying, Sarah. If I say, yes, I guess I have to prove it." Jack stood and lowered his underwear in Sarah and Heather's full view. It was, indeed, a magnificent organ -- long, amazingly white and skinny with a large, pointed tip.
Sarah began to examine it closely. The grass had lowered all her inhibitions. She reached out, hands trembling, and touched the hard, yet so very soft shaft. Jack had an involuntary shudder shoot through his body and he started breathing heavily.
Just then, the sound of Kim moaning was heard from atop the treehouse. The tender sounds of lovemaking were soft, but clear. Given the sight of Sarah's complete surrender to her own curiosity and the sounds from above, Heather, without really considering her actions, started manipulating her own clit through her panties.
Sarah said, "Mrs. Smith did it like this, right?" With that she took Jack's engorged penis into her mouth and tasted his bittersweetness. Jack's eyes rolled back in his head as he focused all his attention on the sensations of Sarah's lips. His legs began to tremble. When Sarah stopped for a moment, Jack settled back into a beanbag chair, took her head, and gently guided her back to his glistening tool.
The sounds from above grew louder. Jack suddenly felt Heather kissing his lips. He returned her passion with fire. Jack barely was aware of Kim moaning from above them, "Oh, god, oh, god, I'm there, I'm there, oooooooh." Those sounds served to increase Heather's ardor. She kissed Jack with amazing passion.
Sarah's mouth was sliding up and down Jack's hard shaft. Her fingers were clawing at her own love nest. She was completely outside herself, far away, in touch with feelings only.
Jack warned, "Sarah, I gonna cum."
But, Sarah didn't hear. She was completely caught up in the moment. Jack felt his hand being guided down to Heather's pussy. The moment he touched her, she began to grind away on his hand with a vengeance. Heather rested her head on his chest and began to have orgasm after orgasm. Jack was distracted for a moment by Heather's fury, but soon he felt Sarah cradle his balls in her hand. With that, he lost all control and fired a giant load of jism into her mouth. Sarah was confused for a moment, then drank his cum without regard. In a moment, Heather, Jack, and Sarah collapsed in a heap, very much like the coach and his wife had done earlier.
Soon snores replaced the moans and gasps coming from the treehouse. No one, at that point, wondered what the light of day would bring.
THE END (not yet) go to Chapter 3
