Strip poker and dares get wild with theater friends [MF] [MF] [long]

It was Christmas time right after my first semester at community college. My buddy, Anthony and I hadn’t ventured too far from home for college so we had been spending our evenings working odd jobs and trying to get our hands on alcohol. One night we were hanging out with our friend Tara who had gone away to school and was back for holiday break.

Tara and I had been in school together ever since we were in kindergarten. In high school we did theater together but were never super close. She was medium height. She had shoulder length brown hair and she had very big boobs. Tara had been a quiet girl in high school. She developed early and I think she was always al little insecure and that caused her to never feel comfortable letting loose.

Well something changed in her one semester of college. Almost as soon as we picked her up she was asking if we had any alcohol, which was very uncharacteristic. There was a bottle of vodka back at my parents house but we needed something to mix it with so we ran to the store to get some soap and snacks and things like that.

On the way to the store, Anthony got a text from Carrie, “Hey guys, Carrie just texted me asking what we had going on tonight. Do you want me to invite her to hang out?”

Tara and I both said sure so Anthony called her and told her we’d pick her up. Carrie was shorter and more petite than Tara. She also had shoulder length hair but a darker shade of brown. Her boobs weren’t very big but they were very perky. I’d seen them before as Carrie was one who liked to flash at parties. She also had these adorable dimples when she smiled.

We picked up Carrie and made our way back to my house and started drinking and shooting pool in my basement. I’m pretty good at shooting pool and the girls were getting mad that they couldn’t beat me so they started trying to distract me. Tara wore a gray low cut sweater. I was lining up a shot and Tara leaned over the table and pulled her sweater down a little to accentuate her cleavage.

“You’re going to have to do better than that if you are trying to distract me,” I said with an implied dare.

Tara just smiled deviously as I looked at her then I made my shot.

“Damn it!” Tara shouted in faux frustration, “Why are you so good?”

“I have a table in my house, so obviously I get to practice all I want,” I explained, “But feel free to keep trying to distract me.”

A few shots later Tara tried again, only this time she lifted her shirt up just far enough to expose the bottom third of her bra. I still made my shot.

“Nice try but I can’t be thrown off,” I bragged as I lined up my next shot.

“Ugh, Carrie! You gotta flash him. It’s the only way to defeat him,” Tara pleaded.

“Why do I have to show him MY boobs? Just show him yours if you want to win so badly,” Carrie suggested.

“Cuz I’m too embarrassed and you like showing off your boobs!” Tara replied.

“Gee thanks for making me sound like a slut!” Carrie said feigning offense.

“I’ve already seen them anyways,” I teased as I made my shot.

“Hey! I could easily distract you if I wanted to,” Carrie replied.

“You are free to try,” I answered confidently as I began to line up my next shot.

“Ok… if you make this shot, I’ll give you a blowjob, right now,” Carrie said.

I was dumbstruck for a moment, “You’re fucking with me.”

“Oh my God, Carrie!” Tara exclaimed in disbelief.

“I’m dead serious. Make this next shot and I’ll suck your dick right here, right now,” Carrie insisted.

“In front of everyone?” I asked, incredulously.

“Yup. So don’t choke,” she replied without a hint of nervousness.

“Holy shit, ok.” I agreed. I felt a rush of nerves and adrenaline so intense I was almost shaking. The shot I needed to make was simple enough. I’d made harder shots that night. I lined it up, took a deep breath, and took my shot. The ball clipped the corner of the pocket and bounced away.

“Son of a bitch!” I shouted in frustration as Tara and Carrie celebrated my failure.

“Give me another chance!” I pleaded.

“Nope. That was your one shot,” Carrie insisted, “Too bad. I basically give the best blowjobs in the world.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Anthony insisted playfully.

“Mhmm I’m sure you’d like to be,” Carrie teased back.

Eventually the girls got bored with shooting pool and wanted to find something else to do. Without saying anything, Anthony went into my game closet and perused for a moment before coming back with a deck of playing cards. He walked over to sitting area where we had a few couches around a glass top coffee table, sat down and started dealing.

“What are we playing?” Carrie asked.

“Strip poker,” I answered jokingly.

“Ooh I want to play!” Tara said excitedly.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Do I have to get fully naked?” she asked.

“That’s kind of the point,” Anthony explained.

“I’ll play but I’ll only go down to my underwear,” Tara said.

“That’s fine,” I assured her, “But if I lose I’m going full Monty.”

“Oh my God!” Tara said excitedly.

“You in?” Anthony asked Carrie.

“Whatever,” Carrie replied nonchalantly.

I turned off the pool table light while Anthony dealt the first hand. The only light was the purple glow that came from an old neon light I had. I bet my shirt. Carrie called. Anthony called. Tara hemmed and hawed for a bit before folding.

“Boo!” Anthony protested.

“Oh shut up,” Tara said defensively.

We turned over our cards. I had a pair of 9s, Anthony had a king high, and Carrie had a pair of jacks.

“Pay up, boys,” Carrie insisted as Tara whooped in celebration of Carries victory.

“Take it off. Ow Ow!” Tara shouted.

Anthony and I lost our shirts and handed them over.

Anthony dealt again. I bet my pants and undershirt. Tara excitedly called by betting her socks.

“No no. Your socks count as one item.” I explained.

“What? Why?” She argued.

“That’s just how it works,” I said, “If you want to call you have to bet something else.”

“Ok fine! I bet my socks and shirt,” Tara replied.

Anthony folded and Carrie folded. We turned over our cards. I had 3 of a kind and Tara had 2 pair.

“Yes!” Tara shouted in excitement.

“Why are you celebrating?” I asked.

“Cuz I won?” She answered.

“Tara… a 3 of a kind beats 2 pair,” Carrie explained.

“No it doesn’t!” Tara protested.

“Yeah it does,” Anthony confirmed.

“I thought 2 pair beat 3 of kind…” Tara sat stunned for a moment then said, “Aw damn it!”

Tara begrudgingly took off her socks then lifted her gray sweater over her head revealing her pale green bra that strained to contain her massive boobs.

“Don’t look!” Tara insisted as she tried to drape her arms over her boobs to cover them.

“Don’t bet what you can’t afford to lose!” Anthony teased while ogling her. Tara gave him the stink eye back.

We were getting pretty drunk.

Anthony dealt another hand. Tara immediately folded. Anthony bet his pants and socks as he didn’t have an undershirt. I raised him my shirt, pants, and socks. Carrie wasn’t wearing socks so I knew if I won, she would end up either topless or bottomless and Anthony would be naked. They both called.

We turned over our cards and I had a pair of Aces, Carrie had a pair of Jacks, and Anthony had 2 pair, 2’s and 6’s.

“Read ’em and weep,” He said as he laid down the winning hand.

“Fuck,” I said as I took off my socks and undershirt. “Sorry in advance, it has a mind of its own,” I said as I stood up and pulled my pants down to reveal I had a full blown erection pitching a tent in my underwear.

“Oh my gawd!” Tara exclaimed, stunned in embarrassment by proxy.

Meanwhile, Carrie took off her jeans and sweater to reveal matching bra and panties with a light purple paisley print on them. As if it were no big deal she started undoing her bra.

“Why don’t you just take off your socks?!” Tara asked.

“I’m not wearing any,” Carrie shrugged as she let her bra fall off her shoulders revealing her perky B cup boobs and made no effort to hide them.

“Oh my God. I can’t even…” Tara said nervously as she took another sip of her drink.

Anthony dealt another hand. Carrie quickly bet her underwear and I called. I had a good hand but I didn’t care what hand I had at that point. Tara hesitated for a moment then bet her pants. As soon as she did, Anthony bet his socks and raised his pants.

“My pants are all I have left. I can’t call,” Tara said.

“That just means you fold,” Anthony explained.

“But then I lose my pants anyways,” Tara reasoned.

“Yup,” Anthony replied with a devious smile.

“What about them? They don’t have any clothes left to bet,” Tara asked.

“I call with a dare. If I lose, the winner can dare me to do something,” I said.

Tara looked at Carrie, “What about you?”

“Whatever. I’ll call with a dare.” Carrie shrugged.

“Ugh, ok fine. I’ll call with my bra. Happy?!” Tara said.

We turn over our cards. Tara very proudly lays down a hand with 3 4’s. Carrie shows a hand with a pair of queens. Anthony had nothing. I looked at Tara before turning my cards over.

“Oh come on. There’s no way you beat me. Quit playing around,” Tara said.

“Sorry…” I said as I laid down a hand with 3 7’s.

“MotherFUCKER!” Tara screeched realizing she’d lost the hand.

“I’m sorry!” I said, “Any other hand you probably would’ve won.”

Tara took a second, “Fuck,” she said in exasperation. She let out a sigh and said, “Fiiiine,” as she stood up and shimmied her jeans down off her legs. Then she reached behind herself to awkwardly unclasp her bra. She was rolling her eyes as she let her bra slide down her shoulders and to the floor, exposing her double D cup breasts.

I was so turned on. Something about satisfying the curiosity of seeing what’s under the clothes of someone you’ve known for so long. So much hotter than some random stranger in a porn or something.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Anthony asked, teasingly as he lifed his hips to pull down his pants.

“Shut up and deal,” Tara said with a scowl.

“Not yet. I get to give Carrie a dare,” I reminded everyone.

“Oh yeah… was hoping you forgot,” Carrie replied.

“I did not,” I said smiling, “I dare you to do 10 naked jumping jacks.”

“Oh how original,” Carrie said sarcastically as she stood up and slid her panties down to the floor. She was completely clean shaven. She covered her face in her hands for a second and then started doing naked jumping jacks, flailing her arms as her perky little boobies bounced happily. The rest of us counted in unison as she did all 10 and then sat back in her chair.

Anthony dealt another hand. I bet my underwear before I even looked at my cards. Anthony and Tara both called. Tara called with a dare. We turned over our cards. Tara had a pair of 5’s. I had a 10 high. Carrie had an Ace high. Anthony turned over his hand to show he had a pair of 8’s

“God damnit!” Tara shouted in frustration, “I’m dealing the next hand to make sure you aren’t cheating.” She stood up and slid her panties down revealing neatly trimmed pubic hair.

“Be my guest,” Anthony obliged, handing over the deck.

“Sorry ladies. You may want to avert your eyes,” I said as I stood up.

“No way. You got to sit there and stare at us. Now let’s see what you’ve got,” Tara insisted.

“Fair enough,” I said as I pulled down my boxer briefs, allowing my full erection to spring free, “Even now?”

“A little excited are we?” Carrie chimed in

“I can’t help it!” I shouted in embarrassment.

Tara’s eyes widened and she cocked her head, “Now YOU know how it feels.”

“I dare Carrie to come sit on my lap for the next hand,” Anthony said.

Carrie just shrugged and moved over to sit on his knee. Anthony was the only one still clothed.

“This isn’t fair. You’re the only one not naked,” Tara pointed out.

“If you want to see it, I’ll pull it out. All you have to do is ask,” Anthony replied 

“I think you’d enjoy that too much,” Carrie said.

Tara dealt another hand. Carrie and I folded but Tara called. They turned over their cards and Tara ended up having the best hand finally.

“Yes!” Tara celebrated her victory, “Go on, now. Get naked!”

Carrie got up and went back to her seat. Anthony stood up and pulled his boxers down to his ankles. His big dick flopped out half hard.

“Jesus,” Carrie said, “Don’t hurt anyone with that thing.”

“I’m blessed, what can I say?” Anthony shrugged.

I reached over and took the deck from Tara, “High card wins. Low card does a dare,” I said as I dealt everyone a single card.

We all turned our cards over and Carrie had the high card while I had the low card.

Carrie decided she would take her revenge, “Ok now YOU do 10 naked jumping jacks.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” I replied as I stood up. I did 10 jumping jacks and my hard dick flapped up and down, smacking against me which made Tara almost fall out of her chair laughing.

When I finished I sat back down and dealt everyone a new card. This time I got the high card and Tara got the low card.

“I dare you to do 10 naked jumping jacks,” I said.

“Ugh so we all have to do it?” Tara asked, rolling her eyes as she stood up and started doing her jumping jacks. Her tits bounced around so much she had to stop at three because she was laughing so hard.

“That was only 3. 7 more to go,” I said.

“I know, I know.” She said as she composed herself and finished the remaining jumps. “I hate you so much,” she said as she sat back down.

I dealt another round of cards. This time Tara got the high card and Carrie got the low card.

“I’m terrible at this. I don’t know what to dare,” she complained.

“Just throw something out there,” I suggested.

“Fine… ummm… I don’t know. Go sit on Anthony’s lap again,” she finally said.

Carrie shrugged and went back to sitting on Anthony’s knee, “Try not to poke me with that thing.”

I dealt another round of cards. This time Anthony got the high card and Tara got the low.

“I dare you to let him feel your boobs for 10 seconds,” he said gesturing to me.

“Oh how generous of you to use your dare for him,” Carrie said as she stood up and returned to her chair.

“Just 10 seconds,” Tara insisted. She then closed her eyes and leaned forward.

I reached out and squeezed her boobs and they felt incredible. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Tara shuddered for a moment, “Your hands are cold!”

“Sorry!” I said as I rubbed them together to warm them and then went back to feeling her up.

Carrie and Anthony counted to 10 in unison and then Tara and I both sat back in our seats. I shuffled and dealt everyone another card. This time Tara drew the high card and I drew the low.

“I dare you to go stand naked on the back patio for 20 seconds,” Tara said.

It was 38°f outside but a dare was a dare and I wasn’t about to cop out now. I went and stood on the back patio in the dark freezing my ass off then Tara turned the patio light on so no longer had the cover of darkness obscuring me. I stood there for 20 seconds watching the stream from my breath escape into the air as Carrie, Tara, and Anthony crowded by the door counting. As soon as the 18 seconds were up I quickly ran back into the house.

“Fuck that was cold,” I said shivering.

“Don’t worry. Next round I win, I’ll get revenge for you,” Anthony promised.

My teeth were chattering as I dealt another round of cards. This time Carrie drew the high card and Anthony drew the low card.

“We all did it, now you have to do 10 jumping jacks,” Carrie demanded of Anthony.

“Y’all better hope I don’t win again,” Anthony said as he stood from his chair. He began doing jumping jacks and his big semi hard dick flopped around sloppily. We counted in unison to 10 then he day back down like it was no big deal.

I dealt another round of cards. Anthony had a king, I had a jack, Carrie had an 8, and Tara had a 4.

“After making my boy stand outside in the cold, I think you should sit on his lap and hold his dick for the next round to warm him up,” Anthony said.

“He wasn’t even out there that long,” Tara protested.

“I drew the high card so I make the rules,” Anthony said, holding up his king.

“Fiiiine,” Tara said, rolling her eyes as she stood up and walked over to me, “Never tell anyone about this.” She sat on my knee and I felt her wrap her warm hand around my cold cock, still fully erect. “Oh my God,” she said in embarrassment, covering her face with her free hand.

Anthony dealt the next round of cards. This time I got the high card and Anthony drew the low card.

“I dare you to turn around and let Carrie smack your ass as hard as she can,” I said as Tara sat awkwardly holding my dick.

“Hell yeah,” Carrie liked the sound of that dare.

Anthony said up and turned, presenting his ass. Carrie leaned forward and smacked his ass as hard as she possibly could.

“Fuck!” Anthony yelped as Carrie laughed heartily, “Oh you are SO going to pay for that.”

“Ok I think you’re warm,” Tara said as she lightly pat my dick before going back to her seat.

I dealt another round of cards and this time Anthony drew the high card and Carrie drew the low card.

“Fuck yeah. Vengeance is mine,” Anthony celebrated. He looked at Carrie, “Best blowjobs in the world huh? I’ll be the judge of that. You have to come bob up and down on my dick 10 times.”

Carrie scowled at him with her arms crossed, “10 bobs?”

“You heard me,” Anthony replied confidently.

Carrie looked over at me, then at Tara, then back at Anthony, “Fucking perv.” Carrie stood up and walked over to Anthony, knelt down in front of him and started sucking his cock.

Tara and I counted each time her head went up and down while Anthony just watched her suck his dick. When we counted to ten, Carrie stopped with a pronounced smack sound and abruptly jerked his cock with her hand as she stood up

“Happy?” She asked.

“7 out of 10,” Anthony replied.

“Fuck you,” Carrie said as she smacked his shoulder.

I dealt another round of cards. Tara drew the high card and Anthony drew the low card.

“I think you should return the favor. Go down on Carrie for 20 seconds,” Tara demanded.

Anthony laughed, “Fine by me,” and he happily went over to Carrie.

Carrie slunk in her chair pushing her hips forward and spreading her legs. Anthony got on his knees in front of her and started eating her out. Carrie let out a light gasp and a gentle moan. Tara and I counted to 20 and when we got done, Anthony kept going for another 10 seconds before stopping. Anthony sat back in his chair as Carrie composed herself.

I dealt another round of cards. This time Carrie drew the high card and I drew the low card.

“I dare you to give Tara head for 20 seconds,” Carrie said.

“Carrie!” Tara shouted.

I crawled over to Tara who’s knees were still together. She was flustered and looked around trying to decide if she was going to do it or not. I knelt down in front of her and gave her a moment. She took a swig of her drink, closed her eyes, and spread her legs. I spread her lips with my fingers and she was already soaking wet. I began massaging her clit with my tongue as Carrie and Anthony counted. Around the 10 second mark I slid a finger inside her and curled it up to massage her g spot. She grabbed a fistful of my hair so hard it hurt. When they got to 20 I kept going for about another 10 seconds.

“Fuuuuck,” Tara said in a mixture of frustration and enjoyment.

“Well done!” Carrie applauded my efforts.

I dealt another round of cards and I drew the high card with Carrie drawing the low card. I hesitated for a moment. I knew exactly what I wanted but want she if she would be cool with it.

“What’s is it?” Carrie asked after a moment.

“Well I kind of want to find out what the best blowjob in the world is like, too,” I said sheepishly.

“Ugh,” She said, rolling her eyes, “Well? Is that the dare?”

I nodded my head and Carrie stood up from her seat, made her way past Anthony to me. She knelt down in front of me and without any hesitation started sucking my dick. It took all I had to not cum instantly. Her mouth was so warm and wet on my cock. It drove me crazy.

A few seconds later she stopped and said, “Is someone going to count or what?”

Anthony and Tara started counted as Carrie resumed sucking and stroking my dick. When they got to ten she stopped with a pronounced smack sound, patted my dick and went back to her seat.

“I don’t know what he is talking about. I give that an 11 out of 10,” I said.

I took a second to catch my breath then I dealt another round of cards. Anthony drew the high card and Tara drew the low.

“I mean… you’re the only one who hasn’t given head tonight. I think it’s only fair,” Anthony said.

“What’s only fair?” Tara asked.

Anthony held the base of his now mostly hard dick and gave it a little shake, “10 bobs.”

Tara looked to Carrie to bail her out. “Don’t look at me. I DID my dares,” Carrie said without sympathy as she took a swig of her drink.

Tara let out a sigh, stood up, and awkwardly edged her way around the table to Anthony. She tucked her hair behind her right ear as she leaned over and said, “Not a word, you hear me?” Anthony made a gesture as if he were zipping his mouth shut and throwing away the key. Tara lowered herself to the floor, sat on her knees, and took Anthony’s cock in her hands. She stroked him for a second while she mustered her courage then she lowered her head and began sucking him. Carrie and I counted to 10. It was surreal watching Tara’s head bobbing up and down knowing she had Anthony’s dick in her mouth. Anthony placed his hand on the back of her head about 5 seconds in and Tara let out an oh my God that was muffled by the dick in her mouth.

We counted to 10 and Tara stopped, gave Anthony a light slap on his thigh, then stood up and returned to her seat and said, “I can’t believe I just did that.”

I dealt another round of cards and Carrie drew the high card while I drew the low again.

“I dare you to suck on Tara’s nipples for 30 seconds,” Carrie said.

Compared to what had already transpired, this was a mild dare and Tara did not protest. I went and knelt next to Tara, took her big tits in my hands and started licking and sucking her nipples. Her nipples were already stiff with excitement. I teased and flicked my tongue over her nipples, careful to give them equal attention. About 15 seconds in I decided to be a little adventurous and have one of them a gentle nibble. Tara shuddered when I did. When my 30 seconds were up I went back to my seat and dealt another round of cards.

Tara drew the high card and Carrie drew the low card.

“I think you should let Anthony suck YOUR nipples,” Tara said, taking to copying someone else’s dare when she couldn’t think of her own.

Carrie shrugged as if it were no big deal while sipping her drink. Anthony crawled to her again and started sucking her nipples but he also went a step further and started fingering Carrie.

“That wasn’t part of the dare!” Carrie shuddered feigning offense.

Tara didn’t give a time limit so Anthony sucked Carrie’s nipples and fingered her for probably 2 minutes and then abruptly stopped right as Carrie was starting to quiver.

“You asshole!” Carrie said in frustration.

I dealt another round of cards. I drew the high card and Tara drew the low.

“I mean… we might as well even things out,” I said sheepishly.

“How so?” She asked.

“I think you should give me 20 bobs on my dick,”

“20?!” She asked, “You’re getting greedy.”

I just shrugged without saying a word.

“Ugh, fine. You guys do not deserve us,” Tara said as she walked over to me. She sat down on her knees again and this time with no hesitation started sucking my dick. I almost came in her mouth right then. It took all my discipline not to. I couldn’t never have imagined a moment in my life where I’d look down and see Tara, this girl I’d known almost my whole life, with my cock in her mouth. She had thrown any reservations out the window. She was twisting her head as she went down while stroking my shaft that was wet with her spit. Her big tits bounced as she went up and down. Anthony was counting while Carrie was drinking. When he reached 19, instead of saying 20, he just kept repeating 19 over and over again and Tara kept sucking me for at least 10 more strokes before stopping.

“Hey! No fair,” Tara said as she took my wet cock out of her mouth.

“Sorry. I’m not good at counting,” Anthony teased.

Anthony dealt another round of cards. Anthony drew the high card and Carrie drew the low.

“I think I want some more head,” Anthony said.

“My jaw is tired. You’re not getting anymore head,” Carrie said.

“Are you giving up?” Anthony asked.

“I mean… I can just fuck you instead,” Carrie said, “But you have to get a condom.”

“I don’t have a condom,” Anthony said sadly.

“Well then you’re out of luck,” Carrie shrugged.

“I have condoms upstairs,” I said.

“We’ll go get ’em!” Anthony insisted.

I looked at Carrie for a moment, and she just shrugged. So, I ran and got the condoms from my room and brought them back. I gave one to Anthony, and he opened it, put it on, and slunk in his chair waiting for Carrie, with his big dick on display for everyone. Carrie took another sip of her drink and then got up and walked over to Anthony. She climbed on top and straddled him in his seat. I watched as she lifted her hips so he could slide his cock inside her. The next thing Tara and I knew, Carrie and Anthony were fucking right in front of us. It was fucking hot watching Carrie from behind, flexing her hips as she rode Anthony’s cock.

After about 30 seconds of fucking, Carrie looked over her shoulder at Tara and said, “You should go sit on his lap.”

“Oh I should?” Tara replied.

“Mhmm,” Carrie insisted, biting her lip.

I was so turned on I didn’t realize I was absentmindedly stroking my dick while watching.

“Having fun?” Tara asked, alluding to what I was doing.

“Oh shit. Sorry. I didn’t even realize,” I said honestly.

“That’s ok,” Tara said as she stood up and walked over to me.

Tara straddled me. I reached for a condom but she said no. I wasn’t sure what to do so I just started squeezing her tits. She started grinding on my hard cock but wouldn’t let me fuck her. I started rubbing her clit with my hand. Tara gasped when I touched her there so I kept going. She was already beyond soaking wet. I slid a finger inside her.

“Oh fuck!” Tara let out.

Tara started riding my hand as if she were riding a cock. After a while I slid two fingers inside her and curled them forward to massage her g spot. At that point Tara started rocking her hips fast and hard. Meanwhile we could hear the smacking sound of Carrie’s pussy as she fucked Anthony less than a few feet away from us.

“Fuck I’m going to cum,” Anthony warned.

“Yeah? You like that? You like that pussy don’t you?” I heard Carrie say as she fucked Anthony into oblivion.

Also, hearing that drove Tara into overdrive. She fucked herself silly on my hand with her giant tits bouncing in my face.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Tara quivered as she got close to orgasm.

With my free hand I smacked and groped her ass. I heard the grunting sound of Anthony cumming in the background. Tara thrust her hips aggressively.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Don’t stop, I’m cumming,” Tara repeated.

I felt her body quake and spams on top of me and I held on to her right. Tara hunched over me breathing heavily for a few seconds.

“You ok?” I asked as I patted her on the back.

“Oh I’m great,” she said laughing. Then she sat up and noticed my hard cock was peaking out from under her pussy.

“Oh, poor guy. Let me help you with that,” Tara said as she stood up and got down on the floor again and began sucking my cock aggressively and without reservation.

“Fuck, I don’t know how long I can last,” I said nervous I would cum immediately and embarrass myself.

“That’s ok. Whenever you’re ready, you can cum in my mouth,” Tara assured me.

“Oh shit!” Anthony reacted.

“Go Tara!” Carrie cheered her on.

I couldn’t hold on anymore. I felt a warm swell in my body. The next thing I knew I was cumming. I felt my cock pulsating in Tara’s mouth as I came. Tara made a surprised yelp when I started cumming that was muffled by my cock. She kept sucking until every last pulse was over. When she took my cock out of her mouth she held her chin out while she fumbled for something.

“Can you hand me a cup?” She asked, holding my cum on her tongue without swallowing.

I handed her my red solo cup which was pretty much empty at that point. Tara spit my cum in the cup and wiped her chin clean.

There were a couple wild nights like this with this friend group. I still look back on them fondly.

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