The Afterparty: Around the Pool, Part 6 (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 16-17 presented here. Expect an escalating tease, eventually devolving into debauched chaos*

**Chapter 16**

Another redhead was standing at the sliding door. Tiff was tall, with a slightly more angular face than her sister Sarah, but a similar body type – the proportions of a woman made for sex. She was wearing a classy little black dress that seemed more suited to a fancy restaurant than anything else and was still holding a pair of black heels dangling from one hand.

“Jesus, Sarah. I mean, is this some sort of weird Daisy Chain sex thing? I’m not that far out of college that I wouldn’t have heard of this becoming a thing, am I?”

Sarah was the first of you all to relax, and even as she spoke over her shoulder to her sister she began moving her torso up and down, sliding Matt’s cock between her tits once again. “Hah, no. This is definitely new for us. Guys, I can’t remember if you’ve met my sister, Tiff.”

We all awkwardly mumbled a chorus of, “Hey.”

“Don’t get me wrong, girl,” Tiff said. “This is all very hot, but what the hell is going on? I thought you were just having one of your usual parties, not an orgy.” She took a few more steps onto the patio and looked us all over.

You had sat up, instinctively trying to hide your dick between your hands and your body. Tiff’s eyes passed over you, glanced at Matt, and settled on Tom and Nicole. Tom had scrambled around and was sitting on his ass, knees pulled up to his chest, and Nicole had practically lept five steps away from him, arms folded over her chest.

“This wasn’t really the plan for the night,” Sarah explained to her sister. “We kinda just started this Dare game and got to here. And I, for one, am having a lot of fun. Right guys?”

You all sort of just looked at Sarah in stunned silence.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” Sarah scolded. “Get back to your dares or I’m handing out penalties.”

Somehow, some way, the idea of penalties from Sarah overrode your logic. You unfolded and let your dick show, grasping it in one hand. Tom returned to Sarah’s ass. Nicole, the last of you, slowly crawled back over to Tom and took his dick back in her hand from between his legs.

“So, you want in?” Sarah asked her sister. “You can, but to make things fair you’ll need to take the next dare.”

The idea of Tiff joining the game after catching you all hadn’t crossed your mind. The fact that you were even continuing seemed kind of crazy. Now, without thought, you started eyeing her in a much different light. She had lovely, toned legs and her red hair was dyed darker than Sarah’s natural copper red. Her dress showed off a significant amount of cleavage and hugged her ass just so.

“Fuck it,” Tiff said. “This is hot, and I had a boring ass date. Everyone here is eighteen, right?”

“Definitely,” Sarah nodded.

“Then let me go change into something more comfortable and grab a quick smoke,” Tiff said, turning on the balls of her feet and striding back into the house.

“Bring out a slip of paper with your name on it, too!” Sarah said.

After a long moment of silence, you couldn’t help it. “We’re really going to keep playing? With your sister?”

“You want to stop?” Sarah asked. “Tiff is cool, and I definitely don’t want to stop here. How about you, Miranda?”

Miranda shook her head, and then looked at you. “You still want to keep going, or is this too weird?”

Matt spoke up first. “I, for one, don’t want this to ever end.”

Sarah laughed, and even Nicole smirked a bit. It looked like she was squeezing Tom’s dick hard in her hand, practically white-knuckling it without stroking. As long as she was keeping her nails clear, Tom didn’t seem to mind.

After a minute, Tiff came back out of the house almost a changed woman. She was wearing a pair of loose grey sweatpants riding low on her hips, and a black tank top that hid most of her cleavage but made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. She also had a cigarillo in one hand and lit it as she stepped outside. She took a few puffs, eyeing you all, and you managed not to shy away from her gaze – this time it lingered longer on your hand and cock.

“Well,” she said. She dropped a paper with her name on it in the bowl on the table. “If I’m in, I’m in. It’s my turn to take a dare then? Who’s giving it?”

“Me,” Nicole said, and she let go of Tom’s cock. “I dare you to take over this dick. And, uh, blow it, I guess.”

Tiff shrugged casually. “Sure, looks like a nice cock.” Nicole stood and practically scampered away from Tom, while Tiff took another hit off of her scented cigarillo and then blew the smoke over Tom’s cock. It was… weirdly artistic and erotic, and you tried to pay attention to anything else rather than linger on that thought. Tiff knelt down and grabbed Tom’s cock assuredly, pulled it further out from between his legs – he was bent over again so his face could get pressed between Sarah’s ass cheeks – and it looked like he had some absolutely weird tail. Tiff then leaned down and took it into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck, finally,” Tom groaned out, raising his mouth from Sarah’s ass. “That’s fucking great.”

Tiff sucked him down a few times, then popped her lips off and took another drag of her smoke, before leaning in to suck him again. She rested her smoke hand on his ass like it was the most casual thing in the world.

Nicole had come back to her chair next to the swing you were sharing with Miranda. “I never, never want to touch him again,” she whispered harshly. “God, I feel gross.”

“Isn’t that a bit much?” Miranda asked.

“It’s the exact amount I feel,” Nicole said.

“Why were you so interested in playing the game if you hate him so much?” Miranda whispered back.

“I didn’t know he was going to stay,” Nicole chided. “I wouldn’t have s-” She stopped, and looked down at your dick again. Considering you were sitting between the two girls, they’d been talking around you. “Never mind. It’s fine.”

*What the fuck is going on?* You wondered. You were relieved for Nicole… or about Nicole… or something. You were still trying to wrap your head around the way you were thinking about her now. More importantly though, and something that the others may not have considered yet, was that adding Tiff to the game meant things might change. She didn’t know the dynamics yet, didn’t know that there was a sort of partnering going on. Didn’t know Miranda and you, or Sarah and Matt, were moving towards each other. That Nicole and you were best friends.

She might be a boulder getting thrown into the pond that Tom was already messing up. Things could get messy.

Not to mention the growing rivalry between Nicole and Sarah. The redhead had been pushing Nicole’s buttons, and you had no doubt Nicole wouldn’t hold back on Sarah either.

Fuck. You should stop this. You should stop this before things get out of hand even more than they were now.

“You gotta pull a name, Tiff,” Sarah told her sister.

Tiff popped off of Tom’s cock again, flicked the ashes from her cigarillo and then put it out in an empty glass on the table. “Sounds good,” she said. She pulled a name quickly. “Which one of you guys is Tom?”

“The guy you’ve been sucking off,” Sarah replied.

“Oh, nice,” Tiff grinned. She was holding Tom’s cock with one hand and gave him a few tugs. “And from the looks of things, he’s currently also giving you a rim job, Sarah?”

“To be fair, it is a difficult position for him,” Sarah said.

“Alright, well Tom, you can pull your face out of my sister’s ass,” Tiff said.

Tom raised up, stretching his back and adjusting his dick. He gave Sarah’s butt a smack, which just made her loose a teasing, “Ooh!” An exclamation that had Matt frowning.

Tom turned to Tiff. “What you got for me?”

Tiff’s grin looked… well, mischievous might have been slightly too small a word. “How about you get in close to my sweet sister? Sandwich your dick between those pasty thick buns like a hotdog, and give her a reach around.”

Tom’s face lit up. “Awesome!” he said, then grinned at the rest of us. “Finally, someone who is fun.” Tom waddled forward on his knees, and you couldn’t help but notice that Sarah helpfully stuck her ass out to him even while she was looking Matt in the eyes and using both hands to titfuck him and tweak her nipples. Spreading Sarah’s cheeks, Tom pressed his dick vertically between them and began a thrusting motion, grinding himself into Sarah.

“Now the reach around, hunk,” Tiff prompted.

“Right,” Tom grinned. He reached around Sarah and pressed close to her back, and Sarah cooed as his fingers found her pussy.

This, you quickly noticed, put Tom’s face hovering just over her shoulder… looking right at Matt’s naked torso, and Matt’s dick getting titfucked less than six inches from him.

“Dude, stop staring,” Matt said.

“I’m not!” Tom said. “It’s- I have to do it like this. You stop staring at me!”

Tiff laughed. Miranda and Sarah both chuckled. You and Nicole couldn’t help but snicker, even if you felt bad for Matt that he, and Sarah, were getting wrapped up with Tom again.

“Tom,” Sarah moaned, getting into being pressed between two guys. “It’s your turn, babe.”

**Chapter 17**

“Sarah,” Tom announced his draw. He leaned away from Matt, glancing around, clearly thinking over whether he wanted to stay in his current situation or not.

“Ah, fuck,” he said, backing away from her. His cock looked painfully hard, jutting out like it was, and for a second you thought he was just going to dare her to let him fuck her.

“Sarah, I dare you to go take off Miranda’s leggings and eat her out,” he said.

Your first thought was a sort of amazement that Tom had learned his lesson about daring people to do things to himself.

Your second thought, right on the tail of the first, was a wordless, *’Uma-gaaaah?’*

“Sorry, baby,” Sarah said to Matt, and quickly gave the tip of his dick a kiss. She turned on her knees and started crawling like a feline towards Miranda, her body swaying and ass practically wagging.

“Aw, man, why’d you have to do that?” Matt complained to Tom.

“Fuck you, I didn’t want your dick in my face anymore,” Tom said. “Call it petty revenge. Plus I want to see some girl on girl and Miranda’s still fully clothed.”

Miranda had yet to say anything, sitting next to you on the swing. Sarah crawled right up to her, spread her legs apart at the knees and sidled in between them. “Well, hello there,” she said to your dick, then glanced at you and winked. “I’d love to play, but I’m not here for you.” Sarah turned back to Miranda. “Last chance to forfeit, babe,” she said. “Though I have to say, I’d be a little disappointed if you did. I’ve always thought you’d be fun in the sack.”

Miranda met Sarah’s gaze and then nodded. “Do it,” she said. “You better not be crap at it, though.”

Sarah mocked outrage. “What? Me? How dare you, woman!” And with that, she reached up under Miranda’s thigh-length dress and started peeling down her leggings.

Miranda had to raise her ass, one hand on the chain of the swing as she planted her other on your bare thigh and squeezed. She lowered again once Sarah had pulled the leggings under her ass, and Miranda leaned back.

You had a front-row seat as the leggings came down. Miranda’s dress hem was riding high. First to appear was the slim line of pale, smooth skin of her hips and pubic mound between leggings and dress, followed by a small, trim tuft of dark brown muff hair, and then all at once her pussy was in view, a small cleft of flushed lips and the nubby hood of her clit. Her skin looked wonderfully smooth to the point you wanted to lean down and run your tongue along her bare thigh just to feel it. Sarah quickly stripped the leggings down, peeling them off of Miranda’s toned legs, and with the movement Miranda’s thighs parted more. Her lips, flushed with arousal, were puffy and slightly separating.

“God, you’re beautiful,” you blurted out.

Miranda turned and kissed you on the mouth, one hand cupping your jaw. She’d kissed you before – hell, she’d given you a hickey that was even now just coming into its full bloom of bruising, but this was something else. It was like, ‘Thank you’ and ‘I want you’ at the same time.

And then, through the kiss, she tensed and sucked in a breath. You knew instinctively that Sarah must have started her task and dove between Miranda’s legs.

Miranda tore away from the kiss, leaning back. “Oh, god, I take it back,” she groaned. “I shouldn’t have doubted you, you slut.”

Sarah laughed into Miranda’s pussy. The sight of her coppery red hair shifting rhythmically as she drove her mouth over Miranda again and again was almost mesmerizing. Then Sarah tilted her eyes up and looked over at you as she pressed hard, taking Miranda’s entire pussy between her lips. You could only imagine she was burying her tongue as deep as she could into Miranda.

And Sarah winked at you again.

Miranda groaned into the night air once more, eyes shut as she tilted back, then reached out and grabbed your hand, squeezing it hard.

“Don’t get too carried away, sis,” Tiff said, seemingly unphased by seeing her sister’s sapphic prowess. “Should be your turn now, right?”

Sarah slurped away from Miranda, leaving your crush’s pussy glistening and wet. “Oh, right,” Sarah said, and leaned back to reach into the bowl. She fished around for a second before pulling out a name and unfolding it. “Hah!” she laughed, then showed it to us. “I got Nicole again.”

“What the fuck!?” Nicole said. “Is this rigged or something?”

“Just luck of the draw, girly,” Sarah laughed, putting the paper back in the bowl. “Now, since you obviously didn’t like using your hands, I guess I need to give you another chance. Join me down here on my knees, Nicole. Join the dark side. Come suck off John.”

…..

*Well, then…* your brain stammered. You looked to Nicole to see what she would say.

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