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Chapter 7

We played the same strategy, me giving up crap to Donny, sacrificing myself so that Donny would lose and face the wrath of the group. He was even more frustrated this round, grunting with every card he picked up, shaking his head, muttering under his breath. “This is such bullshit. Where are all the face cards?” he said at one point.

Grant and John were both smiling. The tension in the room was thick. No one wanted to be the victim of the next dare. But we all wanted revenge.

I got a lucky break. On my turn, I got a king of hearts. On my next turn, I got an ace of hearts. Then I got a nine of hearts. I looked over at Donny, who was shaking his head, still muttering something under his breath. So I decided to knock. It was my chance.

I watched Donny pick up a card and stare at it as the other two guys picked up their last card. I put my cards on the table. “Thirty,” I said with a big smile.

Donny started laughing. “Thirty-one, losers!” He slapped down his winning hand. He wasn’t kidding. He had thirty-one—we all lost. And worst of all, I lost twice.

“Truth or dare, Eric?” Donny said, looking right at me. He didn’t even bother to look at the other guys. It was me that he wanted to torture.

Was it time to just give in to the truth? Was it really so much worse than whatever Donny had in store for me? I opened my mouth to say truth, but I just couldn’t push that word through my lips. “Dare,” I said reluctantly.

“Remember, it’s a double dare—you lost twice,” he said, in case I wasn’t well aware.

“I know. Just get it over with,” I said.

“Dare one, you’re going to suck John off, until he comes. Dare two, you’re going to bend over for Grant, until he comes.”

That lump returned to my throat. “What?” I said. “No. I can’t do it.”

“Then go run the naked mile,” he said. “Just remember, you can’t turn around until you touch the police station wall.”

I considered it. I was a fast runner—it would only take five minutes. But there was a very good chance I would end up in jail. And I was eighteen now—eligible for a permanent criminal record. Would that make me a sexual offender? Would my face end up on all those Watch Dog websites? Would I be one of the many red blips that signified a local pervert? What about future job prospects? I didn’t even know what I wanted to be, and I was already looking at permanently eliminating job options.

As I tried to think of my best option, the buzzing started again. He’d turned on the vibrator, to a higher setting than ever before. My body trembled. My God, did it feel good. I’m embarrassed to admit, I didn’t want him to turn it off. It was the perfect amount of vibration, making my cock, so hard so fast. It felt like I was on the constant verge of coming.

And I found myself standing up, walking over to John. And that’s when I noticed the television in the corner. It was turned off, only showing me my own reflection. And shit, did I look good. My body looked great in that little black dress. My face looked so cute in that makeup. I looked like a real girl. And I was hot.

I looked down at John. He looked up at me. That buzzing in my ass continued to make my legs tremble slightly, to confuse my sensibilities. The liquor in my system probably wasn’t helping at all either. I found myself on my knees, my fingers at John’s crotch. Was I really going to do it? How bad could it be? If I could get him off quick, then I could forget all about it, pretend like it never happened. But what about Grant? I couldn’t let a man fuck me in the ass. I’d seen his erect cock—he was big. A hell of a lot bigger than the vibrator that was currently making me shudder in euphoria.

I unzipped John’s fly. My mind was all over the place. I was flip-flopping every second. One second reaching for John’s manhood, the next retracting my hand. But somehow, I ended up with his warm girth in my hand. I ended up fishing it out. And he didn’t stop me. In fact, he was looking down at me. He slipped his hand behind my head, his fingers into my hair. His cheeks were red as he looked into my eyes. Did he want this?

Did I want it?

I pulled that cock out. His cock was short and fat, even once it started to get hard. I was able to fit the whole thing in my mouth. I was able to circle his pulsing tip with my tongue. “Fuck, she’s actually pretty hot,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

I slipped one hand under his ball sack and massaged gently. As I tickled his very tip with the tip of my tongue, I felt a little squirt, and I could taste the sweet tinge of his pre-cum. He was hard. I was actually going to make him come. I was going to make a man—one of my best friends—cum.

“Up on your knees,” Grant said, slipping his hands under my waist to lift me up into doggy position. Again, I didn’t protest. I just went along, as if some alien entity had taken control of my body. I felt him lifting up the skirt of my dress, tugging my panties down around my thighs. He pulled out the vibrator, leaving me feeling strangely empty, and then he ran his fingers over my puckering asshole.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Donny asked from the other side of the room. He was leaning back in his chair, watching with a smirk on his face like some cruel puppet master. He’d been playing us the whole time. From the moment he suggested the game of Truth or Dare, this had been his goal.

I heard Grant’s pants hit the floor, and then I felt that big, warm rod press up between my butt cheeks. I knew it was probably going to hurt at first, but I was ready for it. I could still see myself in that television reflection, on my hands and knees, looking fucking sexy as hell.

I could feel John’s rod pulsing on my tongue. I could hear him groaning. Getting him off was going to be a cinch—I was almost there already. And it was fun. Every little slip of the tongue made him tremble and moan. Every time I puckered my lips, he squirmed in euphoria. He grabbed two handfuls of my hair and started to thrust his fat cock into my throat, holding my nose into his pubic hair. I was their little slut, theirs to do what they wanted with.

And then I felt the penetration, that big, hard dick sliding in. It didn’t hurt like I thought it would. It felt fucking incredible, sending hot pulses of ecstasy through my body. My legs started to tremble intensely. Thankfully, Grant held me up as he continued to slide in deep.

“I think she likes it,” Donny said with a chuckle from the safety of his corner. “Why don’t you tell the boys how much you like it?” he said.

“I like it,” I said, gagged by the fat cock in my throat. Saliva was running down my face, but I didn’t mind. I really did love it. I loved the idea that I was getting two guys off, that I was hot enough to make them rock-hard and horny as hell.

Grant started to pump my tush. He didn’t hold back, pounding his whole length into me, teasing my rim with his pulsing tip, pounding my ass cheeks with his hard pelvis. I could feel him up in my belly, near my sternum. And I liked it. I didn’t want it to end.

Without warning, John came in my mouth. I choked and gagged on his hot load. I tried to swallow, but it was too much. I ended up spitting it out, letting it run down to my chin. I was too preoccupied to wipe it off. He wiped the last drop of his jizz on the tip of my nose, and he let out a long, elated sigh.

“Turn her around so I can see her face,” Donny said. Grant managed to turn me around without removing his manhood from my rectum. He kept pounding me. I looked up at Donny, who looked down at me with a smirk. “Look at her. What a little whore,” he said.

I tried to respond, but I was too lost in euphoria. Grant’s cock was perfectly pressing against that sweet spot, making me want to fall to the floor and convulse.

“Holy shit, she’s coming!” John said. I looked beneath me, and he was right—my cock was oozing warm cum. I didn’t know such a thing was even possible. There was a lot I didn’t know about myself until that night.

“I’m going to come in her ass,” Grant said deeply through clenched teeth.

I could feel his cock pulsing, hardening, getting ready to burst. He was trying to hold back, but it was hopeless. He dug his fingertips into my skin and then I felt his hot blasts filling me up. I had to bite down on my tongue to stop myself from screaming. It felt great. It even felt great when he pulled his long dick out and his creampie rushed out and ran down my legs.

And that’s when I noticed the cards poking out from Donny’s pockets.