The Afterparty: Around the Pool, Part 4 (Game of Dares, Slow Burn to Group Sex)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wi6n7m/the_afterparty_around_the_pool_part_1_oc_game_of/)*

*Six friends hanging around after a college party end up in a game of Dares, and things quickly escalate. This story was originally written in smaller chapters, with chapters 11-13 presented here. Expect an escalating tease, eventually devolving into debauched chaos*

**Chapter 11**

“Oh, Sarah,” he mumbled.

The problem was, Matt was currently in his own personal paradise with her on his lap.

“What do you think, big guy?” she asked. You could see her teasing him, just ever so slightly rotating her hips as her ass pressed against the hard cock in his boxers.

“Um? Shit, I wasn’t ready for this,” he mumbled. His eyes darted around the circle trying to come up with something. They darted back down to her and landed on her tits. She was leaning against him, her back to his chest. You could practically see the Idea Lightbulb click on above his head. “I dare you to have everyone motorboat your tits,” he said.

“Haha, fun!” Sarah giggled, then moved to stand up. There was a lot more hip rotation and shifting back and forth than necessary in the action, and Matt gripped the arms of his chair hard at the physical contact before training both eyes on her thong and ass as she stood up fully and walked to Tom.

He was eager, sitting at the edge of his couch and he reached forward to paw at Sarah. “Ah-ah! No touching,” she giggled, wagging a finger at him.

“What? That’s bullshit,” Tom said.

“Just shut up and go along with it,” Nicole groaned. “You’ve been bitching about wanting to see tits. Enjoy the tits!”

Tom started to say something snarky, but was muffled into silence as Sarah shoved her chest to his face and began shimmying her torso. Tom, ever the totally chivalrous and up-standing gentleman, roared his appreciation and rubbed his face all over her mesh-top clad tits.

After about twenty seconds Sarah pushed Tom away, and he flumphed back onto the couch with a satisfied grin and a hungry look in his eyes. Meanwhile, Sarah sauntered around the seating circle to Nicole.

“I’m good,” Nicole said.

“Just go along with it,” Tom mocked her with a whiny voice.

“A dare’s a dare,” Sarah said. “You’re not going to use your veto on my tits, are you?”

Nicole rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. “Fine, lay them on me,” she said.

Her face was soon enveloped into boob flesh, and Sarah giggled her way through it, whapping Nicole over and over and then ended by smushing Nicole’s face in her cleavage with both hands.

“Oi vey,” Nicole said when she was finally freed. “That’s just way too much boob. How do you deal with those all the time?”

Sarah snorted and hefted one of her tits and winked at Nicole. “They have their uses.”

Oh. Your turn now. You glanced at Miranda, who was smiling like she was looking forward to seeing the show.

Sarah approached your swinging bench and you sat forward a little. “John,” she said. “Do me a favour and make this face.” She made a face with her mouth open and lips pursed slightly, like a little kid mimicking a make-out face. You raised an eyebrow but followed her directions, feeling like you were making a Blowup Doll face. “Excellent, now hold that pose,” Sarah said, then leaned forward and you were quickly surrounded by tit flesh.

It was surprisingly not as fun as you would have thought. Maybe that was because of the weird face you were making, or maybe because of the mesh shirt creating some friction on your face. It got more fun when Sarah maneuvered one of her tits into your open mouth and you could feel her hard nipple brush across your lips. You sucked in just slightly and her tit pulled away with a slight resistance from the suction. Her other tit and nipple were in and out your mouth soon after, and she traded tits back and forth a few times before pulling your entire face back into her cleavage for one more shake.

You wondered if your face, once you relaxed, looked a lot like Matt’s after his makeout session. At least you weren’t poking through your boxe- wait… you double checked. Good, you weren’t poking through your boxers. Definitely a big tenting, but you could live with that after everything else that was going on.

Sarah had already moved on to Miranda, and both girls were giggling as Sarah shook her torso and Miranda made the classic, “Brrrr” sound of a classic motorboating.

“And back to the start,” Sarah said as she pulled away and turned to Matt.

Miranda, her blonde hair a little more wild now, turned to you and mouthed ‘Wow’ as she grabbed at her own chest, making you snicker.

Sarah returned to Matt, this time climbing into his lap so she was facing him. “Oh, wait, it’s my turn,” she said, and she bent backwards and fished a name out of the bowl as Matt stared at her chest from up close. “Miranda, my dear,” Sarah said as she read the name, “I think someone needs to be taught some manners…”

**Chapter 12**

“Since Nicole was so unmoved by my loving embrace,” Sarah said, “I think you should take her inside and help her take a sexy nude to send to one of the guys.”

“What? That’s a dare for me, not her!” Nicole stormed.

Sarah looked at her innocently, even while she was sitting straddling Matt’s lap, her tits in her face. “Sorry, Nicole, but I think that sounds like you’re using your veto?”

Nicole hesitated, eyes narrowing. She bit her lip. “I get to pick who it goes to?”

Sarah shrugged after a moment. “Sure.”

Nicole sighed. “Fine.”

“Fine by me, too,” Miranda grinned. She put her hand on your knee to stand up, squeezing it as she glanced down at you.

“Let’s get this over with, Madam Director,” Nicole grumbled heading for the house.

On her way past, Miranda grabbed the next name out of the bowl. “Tom,” she said, and he perked up. “By the time we’re back, be naked.”

Tom was obviously unsure about this development. On the one hand, him being naked moved the game along and made it more likely he’d get to have more intimate fun. On the other hand, even though she was close even Sarah wasn’t technically naked, which meant he’d be first.

You watched him mull this over in his mind while Sarah ground on Matt’s lap, feeding him her tits for another minute or two before stopping and turning to sit sideways on his lap.

“You OK there, buddy?” you asked him.

Tom stood up and started unbuttoning his jeans. Great, you thought sarcastically.

“Uh, yeah, yeah,” Matt said. His dazed-look was back.

“Try not to break him,” you said to Sarah, making her smirk and pat Matt’s shoulder.

“Oh,” she said. “I think he can take it.”

*PING.*

Your phone went off with a text. Without thinking you checked it, and then you checked it again.

You gulped audibly.

You could only see the top of the picture in the notification. Nicole was standing in the kitchen of Sarah’s house, her bare back to you as she looked over her shoulder with a red face, her tongue out and eyes rolled up in the weirdly hot ahegao-style expression as if she were having her mind blown with an overwhelming orgasm. The photo preview ended around her waist. Another text came in, blocking the preview.

_**Nicole:** Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Never send this to anyone!_

You swallowed.

“Ooh, looks like she decided who to send it to,” Sarah said. “Honestly, I figured she was going to pick Matt.”

“Let’s see it,” Tom said, gesturing for your phone.

“No-” you started, then realized Tom had, in fact, gotten naked and his dick was hanging between his unfortunately open legs as he sat forward on his couch. “God, fuck dude. Close your legs. No.”

“Oh, come on,” Tom whined.

“Hey, the first naked dick!” Miranda crowed as she came out of the house, followed by Nicole as she was straightening her top.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Sarah said, rotating in Matt’s lap. “Come on, you can’t tell me you were that soft on her, Miranda.”

“What?” the brunette asked.

Sarah gestured at Nicole, who was standing with her face turning red again. “She’s got all her clothes on! We agreed anything that comes off, stays off.”

“Fuck,” Nicole said, looking up at the night sky.

“Sorry, girl. Nice try though,” Miranda said. “To be fair, she didn’t take her pants or panties off, just her shirt. She also didn’t bitch about it.”

“Wooo, tits!” Tom cheered. “Don’t worry, I appreciate all sizes of titties, Nicole.”

“Oh my god, fuck off Tom,” Nicole said. And with an angry look, she whipped her top off.

To be fair, you’d always known Nicole had small breasts. It was a fact that was hard to miss. She could make it look like there was more there when she wanted to using pushup bras and such, but that was rare. Now, as she stood glaring at Tom, you couldn’t stop looking at her bare chest. They were little more than soft swells, topped with a pair of delightfully pink nipples and small areolas. Just enough that they might have jostled a little if she were getting railed really hard on her back, or bouncing up and down – Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? You stopped that train of thought. This was Nicole, for crying out loud!

Nicole threw her shirt at Sarah, who batted it away with a laugh, and Nicole stormed back over to her seat. On her way she looked to you, and you offered her what you hoped was an encouraging smile. She scowled, turned and sat down, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Spoil sport,” Tom said.

“Fuck off!” Nicole said and flashed him the finger. You could tell she almost made a snide remark and then bit it off. Now was not the time to be making enemies – or deeper enemies.

“I think you look cute,” you said, leaning towards her. “I mean, I feel like this is a bit of deja vu from when we were four, but what do I know?”

“Fuck off!” she said, but this time she was suppressing a laugh and looking at you with wide eyed surprise. She grabbed her chest, one hand per tiny breast, and squeezed them to herself. “You better not ever send that picture to anyone, John. Ever.”

“Scout’s honour,” you said, holding up your hand and getting the finger thing wrong a few times, making her roll her eyes. “I haven’t even looked at it, honestly. Well, barely. I haven’t opened it.”

“Good! Don’t,” she said. “Or, fuck, do. I don’t care. I’m sitting here topless.”

She sighed and let go of her breasts, folding her hands in her lap and letting her nipples stand small and proud.

“Tom, your turn,” Sarah prompted.

“Oh, good, I almost forgot! All the drama,” he said, leaning forward and rubbing his hands together before picking a name.

**Chapter 13**

“Fuckin’ finally!” Tom crowed, then turned right to you and Miranda on the bench. He stood up and pointed at his bobbing erection with both hands. “Miranda. My dick, your mouth. Let’s do this.”

As the angry red cock stared right at Miranda (and so did his dick), several voices started arguing at once.

“No way-” you began, but were overridden by both Matt and Nicole.

“Dude, what is your problem?” Matt said.

“Get some fucking class, you-” Nicole started yelling.

“Hold up,” Sarah shouted all of us down, standing up from Matt’s lap with her hands up to quiet us. Her breasts, encased in the mesh top and bobbing just slightly with her sudden movement, honestly did more to quiet you than the yelling or the hands. “You guys need to calm the fuck down,” she said to Matt, Nicole and I. “And Tom, you need to play in the spirit of the game.”

“This *is* the spirit of the game,” Tom said, looking like he was ready to stomp his foot in a pout like a giant, naked toddler. “Apparently half the people here have a problem with me being in the game at all. The only fun I’ve had is stuff everyone else had happen as well.”

“That’s fair,” Sarah trailed off. “We did say that you can’t include yourself in dares, though.”

“No one is giving me anything good!”

You couldn’t argue with Tom’s logic, and he probably had a right to feel hard done by… but still, he was an ass and you didn’t want him anywhere near Miranda. Or Nicole. Or, for Matt’s sake, Sarah. That left… not many options.

“Guys, don’t worry,” Miranda spoke up from beside you. “I can handle this dare just fine.”

*Um, what?* you thought. Miranda had a soft, self-satisfied grin on her face as she eyed Tom up and down. His erection was drooping a bit, probably from the conflict, but when he saw Miranda’s smile he grinned wickedly back to her.

“I knew you were into it,” he said.

“Well, maybe,” Miranda said, and her smile turned a little bit more into a smirk. “Of course, Tom, since you *are* playing outside the rules, I’ve gotta say… I double dog dare you.”

Everyone looked at Miranda and Tom silently. It finally clued in what was happening and you snorted a laugh.

“What does that mean?” Tom asked.

“It means she’ll suck your dick. Right after you suck your own dick,” Nicole laughed.

“What?!” Tom said. “That’s not fair. I can’t suck my own dick, it’s physically impossible.”

Miranda shrugged. “Well, I guess I won’t be sucking it either then. Shouldn’t have dared someone to do something to you.”

Tom flopped back onto his bench, grimacing and glaring at Miranda. “Fine. Fine! No more dares including myself. I get it. I’ll change my dare. Miranda, I dare you…” he looked around quickly and his eyes trained on Sarah, standing practically naked with just her mesh top and tiny thong. His grimace turned into a nasty smirk. “I dare you to eat Sarah’s ass.”

“While I would absolutely love to see that,” Matt said (and to be honest, you would have liked to see it too), “I think because you didn’t fulfill the double dog dare, you need to get a penalty.”

Tom’s deadpan face was almost comical. “I’m already sitting here naked with my cock out not getting sucked. I don’t think skinny dipping in the pool is a big deal.”

“True,” Sarah said. “But I think it’s like forfeiting on a dare – you don’t get rewarded for it. And since Miranda is the one who stumped you, I think she gets to dare you to do something.”

Tom just breathed in and looked up at the night sky, clearly suppressing the urge to say something.

“Tom, I’m sorry,” Miranda said. “You’re right, we haven’t really been including you fairly. So I have an idea.” She turned to Sarah. “Sarah, could you sit on Matt’s lap like you were before?”

“Sure,” Sarah said, then draped herself back on Matt’s lap, her ass pressing into his boxer-covered crotch as she stretched out, arms back and legs out. This, of course, pushed her tits upwards towards Matt’s face and he gratefully stared at them.

“No, the other way,” Miranda said, twirling her finger.

“Oh, OK,” Sarah said, then rotated, grinding her ass against Matt until she was lounging the other way. Each time the redhead moved, Matt looked like he was about to either drool or keel over.

“No, sorry, I meant like when you were facing him,” Miranda clarified.

“*Oooh,* sure,” Sarah said, then after another moment she was straddling Matt’s lap again, her wonderful ass sticking out at us all with just the little floss of thong for a covering.

“Alright, now, Tom,” Miranda said, turning to him. “I dare you to go over behind Sarah…” she gestured, and waited for Tom to do it. He stood, dick slowly starting to rise again as his eyes darted from Sarah’s bare ass to Miranda and back. “And now pull her thong aside…” Miranda continued.

The excited glimmer in Tom’s eyes was like a kid on Christmas as he knelt down and pulled the string of Sarah’s thong from between her cheeks. While you couldn’t really see anything more from the angle, Tom certainly could and he licked his lips, one hand drifting down to his cock as he looked back to Miranda.

Matt, on the other hand, looked extremely conflicted. Sarah was all over him, the exact place he wanted to be, but Tom…

“Now, Tom, you get what you asked for, cause someone is going to eat Sarah’s ass. It’s just not going to be me. Get licking.”

A flash of disappointment on Tom’s face. A spark of a raised eyebrow of interest on Sarah’s. Tom turned and looked right at her ass, shrugged and said, “Fuck it.” And he buried his face between her cheeks as he spread them apart.

“Oooh, wow, slow down tiger,” Sarah crooned, easing forward away from his lips and tongue, pressing herself harder against Matt for a moment. Her hands were on Matt’s bare chest, and he was holding her around the shoulders, keeping her tits pressed to him. “Yes, yeah, just like that,” she said, relaxing a bit.

“I think it’s technically your turn to draw now too, Miranda,” Sarah eventually said dreamily, looking over her shoulder back at us. Tom was spreading her cheeks with his hands now, slurping away. You had no doubt he was probably slipping lower to slide his tongue along her pussy as well, but no one was going to argue. The fact that Sarah was sitting straddling Matt’s lap, her ass hanging between his knees, made the whole scene weirdly hot.

“I’ll take it,” Miranda grinned. She got up from the bench and pulled a slip of paper from the bowl.

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