1. The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 9


    Date: 8/19/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: KennethPierce, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    of liquid courage before stripping naked. Soon as my cock sprang into view, Ria reached out to give it a tug. "Rawr!" she cheered. "I guess you'll be needing my shirt now," Tracy mock-pouted. She hopped up and stuck out her chest--rocking back and forth like an impatient little girl. I know it's a cliché to get all hot and bothered when a grown woman pulls the "ditzy little girl" shtick, but man, Tracy had it down to a science. Those wide green eyes stared innocently into mine as I reached forwards and opened her shirt one button at a time. Huge swells of creamy cleavage came into view, highlighted by the glow of the fire. Another button later, I revealed her bra: snowy white satin cups, far too small to properly support those spectacular melons. I undid the rest of the buttons as fast as I could. Tracy's shirt finally fell open and she shrugged it off her shoulders, standing before me in just her sexy red thong and that tiny white bra. I was hard as a fucking rock. “Don’t worry, Shane,” Ria called out, “You’ll be fucking her soon, I promise.” “It’s like you can read my mind!” I joked. As per Connor’s dare, I slipped on Tracy’s pajama shirt over my shoulders. Then I sat my naked ass back down onto the couch, Tracy dropped her almost-naked ass down onto me, and my throbbing shaft pressed up against her thong. I felt Tracy tense up--gently squeezing me between those full, round buttocks. Obviously, Connor had been planning on making fun of how ridiculous I looked wearing ...
    Tracy's pink shirt, but the atmosphere in the room had turned so erotic that no one even thought to laugh. I looked over at my wife, panting with arousal. "Ria, truth or dare?" ******** RIA ******** "Dare," I panted. "And before you say anything, let's just get this out of the way to save time." I wiggled out of my sweatpants and shirt, then slid off my underwear and handed it to Connor for safe keeping. I hadn't bothered wearing a bra. Standing naked in front of the others, I put my hands on my hips and waited for Shane to think up an appropriate dare. He stroked his chin, then said, "Okay, I got it. Lay down on the coffee table and close your eyes." I obeyed, but when I heard my husband pick up the bottle of honey bourbon, curiosity got the better off me and I opened one eye just enough to spy on what he was up to: Shane filled up a shot glass with the stuff, then ever-so-slowly poured it onto my naked body, just a few drops at a time. I squirmed from the sensation of cold liquid dripping onto my most intimate areas: both of my nipples, my navel, across my throat, down my thighs, and even into my moistening pubic hair. Shane whispered, "Now, no peeking--you've gotta guess which one of us is drinking from which part of your body." I heard a rustling as the three of them surrounded me, kneeling on all sides of the table, and then-- Then I gasped in surprise as someone's tongue flicked across my nipple. At first, I couldn't identify the culprit, but a few seconds later that tongue ...
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