Betting A Friend Oral Sex in Beer Pong [MF]

[If you want to skip the backstory, head past the the ***]

This story took place about 10 years ago. I was still in college despite being 23, and was only just then getting into the swing of things. That meant throwing fairly regular ragers. I’m a decent looking guy, but I’m not a Casanova. But I got a lot of girls to show up to this party by having a very firm “no creeps” rule. If you made a girl uncomfortable, you needed to apologize and stop. You did it again you had to leave and you couldn’t come to any future parties. It kept a good atmosphere, and meant the gals were more willing to let loose. Pretty soon about half the parties turned into “underwear parties,” where everyone just was hanging out in their underwear. Sometimes people would hook up – a bunch of mostly naked 20-somethings drinking will lead to that. But everyone made sure nothing predatory happened.

One of the girls who came to the parties, we’ll call her Mary, was a bit of an enigma. She was a friend of my most recent ex. She had a big thing for my best friend, but had actually slept with me first (crawling into my bed when we threw an absolutely insane 3 night party in a downtown suite). He had left for his college back on the east coast, but Mary kept coming to the parties. The center of the parties was normally beer pong, and we all – guys and girls – took it pretty seriously. Mary was pretty good, but I was one of the best (hosting these things meant I could play until I was almost black out drunk since I didn’t have to drive).

Anyone one of the parties, on a weeknight, fell through and it ended up just being Mary and me. I had been trying, politely, to revisit our earlier hook up. Mary wasn’t really against it, but we hadn’t made it happen and I didn’t want to be a pest about. So we were just playing beer pong in clothes when she declared we needed to raise the stakes.

“What do you propose?” I asked.

“I dunno, something fun.”

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“What, like a blowjob or something?” I said, about 90% joking, but hey – you gotta shoot your shot.

“Yeah, that would work,” she said.

That was not the response I was expecting, but I was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. “So, loser goes down on the winner?”

“Yeah,” she said, a twinkle in her eye. “You game?”

Me and the tent in my shorts were definitely game.

Mary was good, but I was better. That said, a very wise woman told me when I was much younger that if you want a woman to bang you more than once you take care of her first. So yeah, I definitely threw the game. It wasn’t *too* hard – but I had to keep it believable. Mary was a little surprised to come out on top after sinking the last cup, and she looked a bit pensive.

“Hey,” I said after congratulating her, “you don’t have to follow through on that bet if you aren’t comfortable.”

She bit her lip and looked at me. She had big, beautiful blue eyes. After a second they went from uncertain to almost predatory – talk about an instant boner. “What, you want to chicken out?”

I just smiled and indicated the couch nearby. She sat in the couch and I leaned over her, kissing her fiercely. I didn’t let it go on too long – we’d bet for oral sex, not making out. I ran my hands over her legs, which were amazing. She was a dancer and they were firm and toned and I loved running my hand over the smooth skin. Then I looked at her while hooking my fingers in her shorts. She nodded, and so I hooked my fingers in her thong too and pulled both down at once.

She watched me, biting her lip again as I leaned down and kissed her thighs, licking lightly. After I felt I’d built up enough tension, I dove in. I’m not the best looking guy, but if there’s something I pride myself on, it’s eating pussy. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, slowly with firm pressure, flicking just below her clit. After that I sucked it into my mouth, making her back arch. I parted her lips and went up and down again, circling her clit without quite touching it, then back down to dip my tongue inside her. I moaned for effect while I did it – I love the taste, so it wasn’t much of an act.

She was breathing hard, running her hands through my hair, pulling me in. Once I felt she was wet enough, I moved my hand up and started stroking her entrance with once finger. Then I slid it in, twisting it and curling it against her upper wall, looking for that spot that would make her body jolt. Once I found it, I varied my pressure until I found the right amount and went to town, rubbing it and latching my lips around her clit. In a few seconds she let out a breathy cry and started shaking. I kept going until those powerful dancer legs about clamped my head off.

I watched her come down with a probably-very-smug smile. It took her a second to look back at me but I could tell she was pleasantly annoyed by my smirk. “Wanna play again?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said immediately.

I had done my part already, so I did *NOT* throw the second game. Which is good because Mary played hard and almost won. Thankfully, I rallied late (bless you, NBA Jam rules) and came out on top. Once again I said “Hey, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, no,” she said with a rueful smile, “what’s fair is fair.”

It was her turn to beckon me to sit. Which I did. She kissed me, darting her tongue past my lips, then hooking her hands in my shorts (and boxers) and yanking them down. My cock sprang out, and it already had a bead of pre-cum at the tip. Again- I’m not the best looking guy, but I’m legitimately proud of my dick (yes I know, it’s a genetic lottery, but I won it so whatever) – it’s about 8 inches long and thick enough I’ve had women refuse sex once they saw it. Mary had already encountered it, but we’d both been pretty drunk then. She blinked for a minute, but was phased, getting to work.

She licked up my shaft, her long narrow tongue stroking the ridge on the underside of my cock. Then she sucked the head into her mouth, flicking her tongue along the ridge. It felt great, and I moaned appreciatively. Then she *winked at me*, and took the whole thing down. I can count on one hand how many times I have been deep throated – it just doesn’t happen. But Mary took it. And she did it slowly, inching down my shaft, massaging it with her tongue as she went. I was in heaven, and I let her know with something clever like “holy fucking shit.”

She kept going and started getting her hand into the mix. That’s generally the finisher. I grunted that I was gunna cum and she pulled off. “Wait,” she said, “do you want to fuck?”

Why yes. Yes I did.

We went upstairs into my bedroom and had the kind of sex that made my roommates scowl at me in the morning. She was in very good shape, and I very much wanted to keep a girl who could deep throat me around, so it lasted a while. After she had cum several more times, I rolled off her (exhausted and sore – I was *not* in great shape). She offered to finish me off but we were both pretty spent and after an hour+ of fucking, my dick was frankly pretty numb. I called for a rain check, which she happily agreed to.

“If I had known it would be like that,” she confessed, “I would have done that a long time ago.”

“Well now you know,” I said. I am so smooth.

That started one of the horniest 4 month stretches of my life. If this gets a good response, maybe I’ll share some more.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hwqvm3/betting_a_friend_oral_sex_in_beer_pong_mf