The Afterparty: Around the Pool, Part 5 (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 14-15 presented here. Expect an escalating tease, eventually devolving into debauched chaos*

**Chapter 14**

Miranda turned back and smirked at you with a raised eyebrow. “John,” she said, then put the paper back in the bowl. She stepped forward, pacing in front of you and tapping her lips with her finger as she played up thinking through her dare for you.

The fact that in the background Tom was still eating Sarah’s ass made the whole thing surreal. It was at that moment you realized that the position was also revealing Tom’s ass and dangling sack in your direction, and you were jarred as you tried to focus back onto your crush.

The brunette eyed you up and down, and as she made her few steps of pacing she glanced over at Nicole and a small smile curled Miranda’s lips. “I’ve got it.” She turned back to you, hands on her hips as she smiled at you. “John, did you actually open the picture Nicole sent you?”

“Um…,” you hesitated. “Well, not really. I saw the preview-”

“I knew it,” Miranda grinned. “Of course you didn’t. Because, John, you’re a good guy. You’re always the good guy, waiting to help out whoever needs it. Being polite, respecting privacy. Well, John, I dare you to open up the photo on your phone and look at how sexy Nicole is, and while you’re taking that in you need to jack off to it right in front of her. Slowly, so you can appreciate every pixel.”

“God damn it,” Nicole muttered. She was flushing red from her cheeks, down her neck to her chest. She had one hand pressed to her forehead in an embarrassed facepalm, and the other was in her lap as she pressed her jean-clad legs together and her knees bounced nervously. The thing was, you also thought maybe… no… well, maybe it was possible her little pink nipples were harder than they were before, poking out on her wonderful little palmful tits.

Miranda sat back down on the bench next to you, sitting forward with a perky grin. “Well, come on,” she said.

You took a breath. “Yep, OK.” You hesitated.

“Come on, John,” Miranda nudged you. “Picture, dick, hand. Learn to take a hint.” Her tongue touched her bottom lip excitedly.

*God, she’s hot. And hot for me!?*

Another breath, and you picked up your phone from beside the swing bench. And opened it up, looking down at that picture preview again. Nicole, your best friend, looking over her topless shoulder at you with a nervous-but-sultry look. You glanced up from the phone at Nicole, and her eyes were trained on you as she now held a hand over her mouth and the other pressed across her stomach. She was still flushed, eyes full of nerves. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she tried to breath deep.

You opened the picture message properly, and looked down.

Nicole wasn’t just topless. She was also bending over the counter of the kitchen, pushing her ass out to the camera. Her tight jeans were pulled down to her knees, her panties down around her skinny thighs, and she had a hand pulling one of her tight little butt cheeks to the side. Revealing, in high definition, her knotted little butt hole and her plump little pussy lips.

“Whoa,” you exhaled.

“Hot, right?” Miranda whispered to you. She was leaning in, looking over your shoulder, and you could feel her breath on your ear. “You should see the one I took after that.”

Eyes fixed on the picture, you adjusted your weight on the swing bench and held your cock through your boxers for a moment. Nicole was spread open like a pornstar. Your Nicole sent you this picture. Showing you everything. She looked amazing, and delicious, and utterly *fuckable.*

“Take it out,” Miranda whispered.

You glanced back over to the others – Tom still eating Sarah’s ass, who was sitting astride Matt and had her tits in his face as she was slowly grinding on his erection in his boxers. Both Sarah and Matt were glancing back over to you, keeping an eye on the action.

Another glance at Nicole and she was leaning forward on her chair now. “Just hurry up and get it done,” she said nervously.

Blinking, trying to clear your head, you reach through the front hole of your boxers and pull out your dick. It’s hard as a rock and stands proudly.

“Nice,” Miranda said. She leaned in further, her chest pressing against your bare arm, and she took your free hand and wrapped it around your cock. You automatically started stroking, and looked back at the picture on your phone. *God, she’s hot,* you thought. How had you never realized how beautifully put together Nicole was? Her tight little frame, her expressive eyes.

Thinking about her like this felt weird, but also… natural. You glanced back at her again from the phone. She was still flush, biting her bottom lip. Clearly embarrassed. But also with her eyes locked on your dick in your hand.

“Is this weird?” you ask her.

She looks up to meet your eyes and hers widen. “No,” she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “This is totally normal. Jeez, John, of course it’s fucking weird! But…” one of her hands absently grabs at one of her breasts, squeezing lightly. “But it’s the game. And- well, it’s fucking hot, too.”

Miranda stood from the bench, setting you wobbling for a moment as the chains for the swing rattled, and she came back with the bowl. “Your pick,” she said.

You stopped stroking yourself for a moment, and as you reached into the bowl Miranda took your cock in hand and gave it a few strokes herself. She grinned and winked at you as she did it, and the feeling of her hand sent a chill down your spine.

“I picked-”

**Chapter 15**

“Sarah.”

“What?” she asked, flicking her red hair to the side as she looked back over her shoulder at you. Her eyes immediately went down to your dick in your hand, and she gave you a naughty grin.

“I pulled you,” you say.

She ground herself against Matt again, forcing Tom to move with her to keep his face between her ass cheeks. “Well, what do you want me to do?”

In all honesty, at this point you felt like you could tell Sarah to do anything and she would do it. This game had gotten out of control once she came out in that mesh top and thong. You’d been expecting a sexy schoolgirl look from her, or maybe some lingerie, or even a bikini. When she’d come out with her tits bare beneath the thin black mesh though? All bets were off.

Your initial instinct was to tell her to blow Matt. Releasing Tom from his punishment of eating her ass would have him looking for more ‘fun,’ so you couldn’t just disengage them. Still though, even with Tom technically performing oral on her, so far everyone else had been restricted to the heaviest forms of petting, kissing and nudity. No one *other* than Tom was performing an act that would have *sex* after it in the name.

Plus, as you slowly ran your hand up your cock and glanced at the picture of Nicole again on your phone, taking things slower seemed to be creating a lot more interesting situations than if you’d all gotten absolutely hammered and made passes at one another.

You decided not to push too far, but still push it a little.”Sarah, I dare you to give Matt a boobjob while Tom continues to eat you out your ass.”

Sarah’s naughty grin turned wide, flashing her white teeth in the candlelight. “My pleasure,” she said, then with one hand pushed Tom out from between her butt cheeks. She clambered out of Matt’s lap and down to her knees in front of him. Matt’s mouth was agape and his eyes practically glazed over as Sarah met his gaze. She slowly pulled up the front of her mesh top, dragging it over her tits so that they lifted up and then dropped when released, and then she bundled and rolled up the shirt around her upper chest, leaving her with just a band of black across her chest and the long mesh sleeves contrasting with her soft white skin.

“I guess you don’t need these any more, do you Matty?” she asked huskily, reaching forward and dragging Matt’s boxers from him. He lifted his ass to let her do it, and soon he sprung free, his dick slapping against his stomach before bouncing straight up. “Mmm,” Sarah hummed. “Even nicer than I imagined!” She leaned forward until she was hovering over Matt’s dick, then let a large wad of spit drop out of his mouth and onto his cock. She quickly rubbed the spit up and down with a few pumps of her hand. As she did it she winked at Matt.

Your best friend looked over to you and simply gave you a hoarse, “Thank you.” He turned back to Sarah and she lowered her chest, using both hands to press her generous tits around Matt’s cock and then started slowly teasing him, moving up and down.

“Tom,” Miranda said, snapping and pointing to Sarah’s ass. “Come on, back to it.”

Tom had been sitting on his haunches behind Sarah, watching the whole process jealously. He rolled his eyes at Miranda and shuffled around, and eventually had to bend over on his hands and knees like a girl about to take it from behind so that he could get his face and mouth low enough. This left his ass, balls and cock dangling between his legs, almost pointed right at you.

“God damn it,” you winced away from the sight. Miranda snickered at the situation. You ended up looking in the opposite direction of Tom, right at Nicole. She was practically chewing on her bottom lip, eyes watching your hand still slowly stroking your cock. Her face, so focused, made you glance at the photo on your phone again. At her, bent over, revealing everything.

She didn’t have to do that. She could have done less. Way less, since Sarah’s dare had been a ‘sexy picture.’ She’d been willing to do it. Had possibly *wanted* to do it?

Miranda stood up from the swing again, distracting you from your train of thought, and she brought the bowl of names over to Sarah.

“I got Nico-ooole,” Sarah sang, laughter in her tone.

“Fuuuuck,” Nicole groaned, covering her face with her hands.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Sarah said over her shoulder. She was still squeezing her tits, ever so slowly bouncing them up and down Matt’s dick. “You went along so well with my dare for Miranda, I’ll be nice and take it easy on you, OK? Tom has been giving without receiving for a while now – how about you come over here and give him a handy while he’s rimming me?”

*Uh-oh,* you thought. This wasn’t good.

“Fucking *what!?*” Nicole burst. “That’s easy? I-”

“Nicole,” Miranda cut her off. She was putting the bowl back on the little coffee table. “Before you do what I think you were going to do, remember that if you use your forfeit now you won’t be able to use it later.”

Nicole’s face twisted up and she grimaced, glancing over at Tom’s ass.

Miranda was right. Not that you wanted this to happen, but she was right. A hand job felt like low hanging fruit at this point… no pun intended.

“Fuck, fine,” Nicole said, standing up. She glanced at you as if seeking some support, and all you could do was look at her with wide, *’I don’t fuckin’ know’* eyes. Then she glanced back down at your dick. You’d stopped stroking at this new development and were just sort of squeezing it. She sighed and looked back to meet your gaze, nodding with a frown in a *’This isn’t fine, but it’s fine’* sort of way. She stepped over next to Tom and slowly went down to her knees.

Tom wiggled his ass, jostling his cock and balls back and forth, and widened his stance.

“Oh, god,” Nicole scoffed. She tentatively reached between Tom’s legs from behind and wrapped her fingers around Tom’s dick.

“Hmm, hmm, hmmm,” Tom chuckled into Sarah’s ass.

“Fuck,” Nicole said, face looking like she’d eaten something unbelievably sour, and she started to slowly move her hand up and down, treating Tom’s cock like she was milking a cow.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of the scene before you. It was all just so… fucking surreal. Nicole topless, fondling Tom’s dangling dick from behind as he knelt naked, eating Sarah’s ass as she in turn gave your best buddy Matt a boobjob. As you watched, Sarah tilted her chin down and released another gob of spit into her cleavage for lubrication.

“This is insane,” Miranda whispered beside you. You looked at her – somehow, Miranda had skated by in the game. She was still fully clothed in her cute, form hugging dress and shiny black tights. Everyone else was at least showing off something, if not everything. “Did you ever imagine tonight would go like this?” she asked.

“Not on my life,” you answered. You looked back to Nicole. Looked at her hand around Tom’s cock. Part of you wanted to imagine it was your dick, the other part hating that she was doing it. Not because it was Tom, but because it *wasn’t you.* Alright, maybe a little because it was Tom.

“Nicole, it’s your turn,” Miranda said.

Nicole jolted her reverie. She’d closed her eyes like she was pretending she was anywhere other than what she was doing. “Right,” she said, reaching over with her free hand to the bowl.

“Well,” a voice boomed over the backyard from the back door of the house. “I knew your parties could get a little wild, but this is a new one even for me.”

All action stopped, everyone jerking towards the voice as they tried to cover up.

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