2 comments/ 19663 views/ 8 favorites We Dared By: jenn1992 Author's note: Hi guys, Sorry it's been so long - I've been busy having adventures! I just wrote up a story about my latest adventure for you. Here it is. Hope you like it! I love getting your feedback and emails, so please tell me what you think! xx Jenn ***** I went into the city last Thursday evening on a whim, just to get out of my rather boring suburb. I took the commuter train in and ended up in a neighborhood full of young people and meat market bars. I was dressed casually: jeans and a tank top with a leather jacket on top. "What the hell," I thought, and picked a bar. Almost immediately, a man sidled up to me at the bar and offered to buy me a drink. I gladly accepted and let him chat me up as we drank our beers. As my drink emptied, he volunteered to buy another. "Dance with me first," I insisted. We danced to last summer's jams for a minute before I pulled him in closer to me and put his hands on my hips. As we continued to dance, he took my hints and pulled me closer, sliding his hands into the ass pockets of my jeans. I kissed him, once. "How about that drink?" I asked. We returned to the bar and he order us another two beers. "I'm Mark," he said. "Jenn," I replied. We talked about work and roommates while we downed the beers. I was telling him made up stories about my wild college roommate who would take me out to bars and make us do shots when Mark and I finished our beers. I was starting to feel the buzz of the beer and decided that I could let loose a little. "Two tequila shots!" I called to the bartender. My new friend paid and passed one to me. "To Lisette" - that was the name I gave for my imaginary roommate - "and her bad influence." We touched glasses. "What other bad influences did she have on you?" he asked. Feeling the alcohol, I told him about the time she dared me to give my panties to a stranger on the dancefloor. Another tall tale - but we were both enjoying it. "What did that feel like?" he asked. I told him about the rush I'd felt that time and about how her next dare was even more of a rush. He ordered more shots. "I'll show you what she dared me to do," I said, pulling him to the dance floor I held him close and kissed him while we danced. Then I showed him the sensitive spot on my neck and asked for another kiss. He obliged, his kisses revving my engines. I gently guided us to a wall, where I leaned against the wall, pulling Mark into me. He kissed me again, roughly. "Lift me up," I instructed. His strong hands found my ass and lifted me up, pressed against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling his closer. And I reached for his zipper and eased his hardening cock out. He kissed me again. "That night, remember, I was wearing a skirt," I hissed in his ear, running my hand along the length of his cock. "And had given my panties to that stranger." He moaned in my ear. I was high on the power his horniness gave me. We made out for another few minutes, and then he let me down and squeezed his manhood back into his pants. "I've got to catch a train," I said, "but let me give you my number." I typed it into his phone. "See you soon," I winked. My train ride back to the suburbs was unbearably long, but was interrupted by a text from Mark. "Saturday, 3pm," it read, followed by an address. "You're on," I replied. --------- Alone in my room, I made a plan for our date. Another set of lies, I guess, but I knew that Mark would love them. I decided to tell Mark that Lisette suggested that I challenge Mark to a dare game while on the date, since he seemed into it. Saturday came quickly, and before I knew it, I was on the train back into the city wearing a pale blue dress with buttons down the front and a matching pale blue bra-and-panty set. Just as the train was pulling into the last station, I imagined another date from Lisette: "don't fuck him until I give you permission." I got to Mark's apartment fashionably late, but apparently not late enough. He wasn't ready for me. He answered the door in jeans without his shirt on, showing off his toned abs. "Sorry that I'm running late," he said. "Make yourself at home." I looked around the apartment. It was a pretty standard one-bedroom with a balcony. I started looking through his kitchen cupboard until I found tequila and a glass. I helped myself. In a minute, he was out of the bedroom and joining me in the kitchen, pulling his own glass from the cupboard and holding it out for me to fill. "What's the plan?" I asked, finishing my drink. "Let's go," he suggested, and we walked out the door. "We're going to the mall," he said, "where I've planned something special for you." "That's so sweet!" I exclaimed, wondering what it would be. "But first," he said seriously, stopping to look into my eyes, "I planned something special for you under this lamppost." "Oh?" I asked as he confidently and strongly guided me to the lamppost, gently pushing my back against it. He stepped closer to me, his hands on my neck and my hands naturally resting around his back. "I got you a present," he breathed. "What is it?" I asked, slightly spreading my legs and pulling him closer to me. Instead of answering, he kissed me, deeply. I pulled him in closer to me, bringing him close enough that I could feel the heat coming from his thickening cock against my panties. My body was responding to his kiss, too. I felt the blood rushing to my pussy and my nipples harden. We continued to the mall, where he said he wanted my opinion on something. I waited in the fitting room area until he returned. As I waited, I thought about how to make this date super hot and about how Mark's cock had felt straining through his pants against me when he kissed me. Keeping an eye out, I let my dress ride up my thighs until I had easy access to my panties. I pressed my palm against my sex, feeling my heat and relishing my touch. As Mark returned, I pulled myself back together. But while he changed, my hand found its way back to my pussy, lazily drawing circles around my clit, slowing getting myself worked up. Mark emerged from the dressing room in only a speedo. He had a well-formed body, lean and muscular. And the speedo outlined his cock, which looked delicious. I stood and walked up to him. "Kiss me," I instructed, hungry for his touch. He pulled me close and kissed me while my hands roamed his mostly naked body until they rested on his ass, pulling him into me. I rubbed my clit against his hardening cock, teasing myself through our clothes. "What do you think?" he asked, breaking our kiss. I pushed him back into the dressing room stall and pulled the curtain mostly shut. I squatted in front of him, his cock straining against the speedo at eye level. I kissed his bare thigh as I ran my finger along his cock. "Mmmm," I hummed, running my lips along the outline of his cock in the speedo. "I want to try something on next," I said, standing. "I'll be right back." I found a black lace bra and panty set and brought them back to the fitting rooms. Mark was waiting for me, back in his clothes. I ducked into the changing room, lifted my dress off, and quickly stripped off my panties and bra. I put on the black lace panties and bra and looked at myself in the mirror. I was sexy. So I opened the curtain with a flourish. Mark wasn't there. There was, however, some other guy there, trying on a pair of khaki pants. I smiled at him as he looked me up and down. Maybe Mark had decided to try something else on. "Mark?" I asked, hoping he'd answer from one of the changing rooms. "I'm Tom," the guy in the khakis said. "Oh," I said, taken aback. "I was, uh..." And then I paused. I could tease Tom, too. Mark disappeared; it was his own fault he'd miss the show. "I was wondering what you thought," I said to Tom, finishing my sentence. I took two steps toward him. Tom closed the distance between us and stood quietly arms length away from me. I ran my fingers along the swell of my cleavage, lightly down my belly, and then toyed with my panties at my waist. "What do you think?" My breathing was getting rough from the thrill of showing off. Tom cleared his throat. "You're lovely." I stepped closer and took one of his hands. I brought it to my hip, then traced his finger along the top hem of my panties. "Mmmmm," I purred, and brought his fingers back to my hip to trace the other side of my panties, inching them closer to my lace-covered pussy. I could feel the heat coming from my pussy and felt my heart beat in my engorged lips. And then I felt another pair of strong hands on me. Mark's. He spun me around, which made Tom's finger run teasingly along my panties until it rested on my ass. Mark pulled me in for a kiss, then held me at arms length, admiring the bra and panty set. "You look great," he said, tracing a finger along my cleavage before leaning in to kiss my breast. "I brought you something else to try on," he said, holding out a thin white robe. "Oh," I said, taking it from him. I turned to the dressing room to try it on, then thought better of it. I faced Tom and Mark. "What should I wear underneath it?" I asked. "It does seem a little sheer." "Uh..." Tom croaked. "I think you should try it on without anything underneath," Mark replied. "Oooh," I said, "how daring! I'll just take it into the fitting room, then, unless..." "Unless what?" Tom asked. "Unless one of you dares me to change out here?" I suggested. Tom looked like he might faint. "I dare you to change out here," Mark answered my plea. "OK, then," I started, handing Mark the robe. "Tom, would you unfasten my bra?" I stood between them with my back to Tom, facing Mark. As Tom undid the clasp on my bra, I cupped my breasts so as to stay decent. With one arm slung across my breasts, I offered the other arm to Mark. "Help me out, dear?" He slid the robe onto my arm and I pulled it across my chest, freeing my other arm, which he slipped into the robe. I adjusted the robe and tied the sash around my waist and turned around slowly. "What do you think, boys?" My nipples were hard nubs thanks to my teasing and were quite obvious through the thin material. The boys couldn't look away. "You're beautiful, Jenn, but you did forget one thing," Mark said. "My panties!" I cried. All of the teasing had me anxious to be touched. I turned my back to Mark and asked Tom to take my panties off. His fingers on my waist and then trailing down my legs sent shivers up my spine. After letting the boys admire me for a few more moments, I returned to the stall and dressed again. "Let's buy these panties," I said to Mark on our way out. We walked back to Mark's apartment quickly, talking about the show we'd put on. I told Mark about how I wanted to see more of his body, and he described, in great detail, what he wanted to do with me in the dressing room. By the time we got back to his place, I was blushing and aroused and hungry for Mark. But I remembered that I was pretending that Lisette told me not to fuck him until she said so. I decided to continue to tease. "Do you want dinner?" Mark asked, and suggested we order a pizza. "That sounds lovely," I said, and he made the call while I went to the balcony. Mark joined me on the balcony with the bottle of tequila and two glasses. "You have a lovely view," I said, looking out on the city and the lake visible from his window. "I like this view even better," he said, looking meaningfully at me. I smiled. He leaned in for a kiss. Mark pinned me against the banister, taking control of me in a wonderful way, kissing me and running his hands along my ribs and up to my neck. "Stay there," he said, somewhat abruptly. I leaned back, enjoying the fresh spring breeze playing with my hair and my dress. I sipped the tequila. Click, I heard, and opened my eyes to see Mark pointing a digital SLR camera at me. "I couldn't help it, you just look so lovely in this light," he said, by way of explanation. I smiled at his lens. Click. "How about sexy?" I asked, sticking out my chest. Click. "So sexy." I undid two buttons, showing the camera my cleavage. Click. "You're a fantastic model." I stepped over to the wrought iron chair on the balcony and sat, sliding the dress down my shoulders to expose my bra straps. I leaned forward to the camera, pushing my breasts together with my arms. Click. "I love the way you look at me. You're hungry." "Mmmhm," I said. "What do you want next, Mr. Photographer?" "Lose the dress," he instructed. I stood up again and pulled the dress over my head. "This just got interesting for the neighbors," I teased. I leaned on the railing looking at the neighbors and turned my head back to Mark. Click. I turned slightly to give Mark my profile, and clenched my hands behind my ass, arching my back. Click. I laid on my back on the floor, putting my feet up on the chair. I let my arms fall above my head. Click. Mark approached my head from behind. "You are so sexy," he whispered. Click. He showed me the picture looking down my body, my cleavage front and center. I arched my back and moved a hand to cup my breast. Click. Mark's attention and my poses were increasingly arousing. I sat on the chair, legs spread, and pushed my breasts together with my hands. I bit my lip. Click. I moved one hand to my panties and arched my back, leaning my head back. Click. Mark handed me a tumbler of tequila. We clinked glasses and downed our portions. "What's next?" I asked, setting my empty glass down. "Take the bra off, Jenn," Mark commanded. "I thought you'd never ask." I stood, facing him, and unclasped my bra. Then I turned away from him and pulled off the bra, tossing it over my shoulder. Click. I looked at the camera over my shoulder. Click. I crossed my arms in front of my nipples and turned to face him. Click. I cupped my breasts in my hand and pushed them together. Click. I sat on the ground, covering my breasts with my knees. Click. I laid down on my back, one arm across my breasts, the other resting on my belly. Click. "Give me your shirt," I demanded. Mark took off his button-down and handed it to me. I turned to put it on and roll up the sleeves. I didn't do any buttons. I spread the shirt wide open for the street to see. Click. Letting the sides fall across my chest to give me some decency, I turned to face the camera. Click. I held the shirt together between my breasts and let the shoulder fall down my arms. Click. I laid on my back on the ground again, still holding the shirt to keep me decent. Click. I got back in the chair, spread my legs, and held the shirt over my breasts. Click. Leaving one hand to hold the shirt together, I slid the other down my belly. Click. I needed to be touched. My hand, of its own accord, slipped inside my panties. Click. A finger on my clit felt amazing. I leaned my head back, enjoying the sensation. Click. I massaged my breast. I pinched my nipple. I slid a finger inside my wet pussy. Click. Click. Click. I couldn't keep my moan in. I slid another finger inside and pinched my nipple harder. "Ohhhhhh," I called. Click. Click. Click. The shirt settling around my waist startled me from my reverie. I freed my arms from the sleeves, figuring I didn't need it any more. Mark kept taking pictures. "Let's go inside," I said. I poured more tequila while we went inside. "I'm buzzed," I said, lying down on his couch, "and horny." Mark got on the couch on all fours on top of me, his legs between mine, his hands on either side of my chest, and his lips right in front of my face. He leaned in to kiss me. I pushed him up. "Let's play a game!" "Ok," he answered, not knowing what to think. "Let's trade dares. You first." "Uh," he said, probably choosing between daring me to fuck him and something else, wondering how far he could push me, "I dare you to dance on the table." I got on the table and swayed my hips, then teased my hair, and cupped my breasts, giving him a sexy dance. "I dare you to strip to your underwear," I said, getting down from the table. Mark slipped his pants off, showing me his boxer shorts. "I dare you to model the new panties we got you for my camera." I found the panties and went into his bedroom to change. I emerged and did my best to give him lewd pictures to take. "I dare you to moon your neighbors from the balcony." Mark stood up and went to the balcony. Stepping through the door, he turned to face me, showing the world his boxer-covered ass. Slowly, he lowered his boxers to show his bare ass to the world. Mark stepped back inside, pulling up his boxers. "Take them off," I commanded. Mark slowly lowered his boxers, but paused with just the tiniest bit of his cock showing above the waistband. "That's a second dare, you know," he said, resuming the downward pull on his boxers and showing more and more of his cock. I wanted to see his cock, which was at this point, straining at its confinement. I didn't care about anything else and didn't worry about what two dares he'd make me do. "OK," I croaked. Mark's cock, growing more and more erect sprung from its boxer cage. But I hardly got to appreciate it before Mark named another dare. He sat on a wood chair. "I dare you to give me a lap dance." I stood up, swaying my hips to the music, and approached him. I'd never been in a strip club before, nor had I ever given a lap dance. But I was going to give him my all. I sat on his lap, facing him, his hard, hot cock twitching two inches from my panties. I leaned forward, putting my breasts in his face. Mark kissed my nipples, then bit one. His bite sent a wave of electricity through me. I arched my back and cooed. Then I stood, the lap dance done. "I dare you..." I started. "Not so fast," Mark interrupted, "I get two dares since you took two." I smiled at him. "I dare you to show me how you masturbate." I blushed. I laid on the couch, my knees bent and spread apart. "I usually start by stripping to my panties," I said, "but you've already got me here." I moved my hands to my breasts, teasing and massaging them. Leaving a hand playing with my nipple, I brought the other to my panties. I pressed against my mons, enjoying the pressure on my sensitive labia. "And I rub myself until I can't wait any longer for more," I cooed, watching Mark watch me. I was already so turned on by our teasing and Mark's hard cock twitching in the air for me, I couldn't tease myself much longer. I slid the hand inside my panties and ran my finger along my wet lips. "And then I tease my wet pussy lips with a finger," I moaned, "imagining that it's a cock." I slid one finger inside inside. "And I let him inside me, slowly at first," I whispered lustily, "and then I use two fingers." I added a second finger and pressed my thumb into my engorged clit. I moaned. "And then, I fuck myself," I said, "and rub my clit at the same time." I extracted my hand from my panties. "And now I dare you to show me the last porno you watched." Silently, we watched as a brunette laid on a kitchen table while the man slid his cock into her. I was mesmerised by her breasts jiggling as she called out in pleasure. The scene cut to the same man, still naked, sitting on a chair while a blond lifted her dress over her head. She kneeled, wearing only panties, in front of him. Suddenly, she leaned forward and took his cock down her throat. She bobbed up and down for a minute, then he lifted her up onto the table. We Dared "That's hardly a blow job," I ventured. "Oh?" he asked. "I mean, there was no teasing, no warm-up, and no fun. Just perfunctory." Mark smiled at me as the couple on the TV fucked against a wall. I was feeling frisky. "I'll show you." I kneeled in front of him and took his hard shaft in two hands. I cupped his balls, feeling their heft, and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his penis. It flexed in response. Slowly, still holding his balls, I licked the shaft from the base to the tip. And I opened my lips to let just the head of his cock in my mouth. I teased the opening at the tip with my tongue before letting his cock free with a pop. Mark moaned, his head falling back in pleasure. Again, I licked his cock slowly from the base, but allowed a little more in my mouth. My saliva coated his cock, helping it slide through my lips. Again, I tasted every inch of his cock before allowing it back into my mouth, my spit mixing with his pre-cum to lubricate him. I let his cock free again, sloppy and wet. I moved my hands to his shaft, holding him firmly and slowly pumping his hard cock. I took one of his balls into my mouth while I stroked him. Letting his ball out of my mouth, I returned to his cock, licking it slowly from the base to the tip, And then, slowly, I eased his cock into my mouth, guiding his length down my throat. My nose found the base of his cock as I took all of him into my mouth. Mark gently thrusted into me. I eased him out of my mouth and took a breath before returning to his cock. He was halfway into my mouth when the doorbell rang. We froze. I eased another inch into my mouth, feeling him twitch with a building orgasm. The doorbell rang again. Mark started to speak, but couldn't get words out. He cleared his throat. "I dare you to answer in just your panties." I lifted my face from his cock and smiled. "You're on." I opened the door to find a very surprised young man delivering our pizza. As we ate, I told Mark about Lisette daring me to do dares with him. We finished up quickly and returned to the couch. "It's my turn to dare you," I said, and I dare you to show me how you jerk off." Mark wrapped his hand around his still hard cock. He cupped his balls with the other hand and slowly ran his hand along the length of his cock. He jerked it a couple of times and I saw the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm. "Save that for me," I teased, pulling his hands away. "Well, then," he said, "I dare you to get my cock wet with your pussy juices. Any way you like, but it has to get wet." Mark laid back on the couch, giving me all the access I needed. I was so horny and really just wanted to slide his thick, hard rod into my pussy. He'd basically just asked me to fuck him, and I wanted to, so why not? I remembered how I imagined a dare from Lisette. Don't fuck him until I give you permission, I decided that she'd said. I knew how I got when I was sexually frustrated. I just got hornier and wilder. I gulped. The night was going to get even more interesting, I realized, knowing that I wouldn't fuck him. Not yet, at least. First I had to tease him - and me - until we couldn't handle it any more. And then some more. "OK," I said after a long pause. I stood and shimmied my panties off my toned legs. As Mark took in the sight of my pussy, I returned to the couch and straddled him. My bare pussy just inches from his throbbing cock, I began. I dipped a finger into my pussy to get it wet and found myself wetter than I'd ever been. I moaned, recognizing my arousal and how nice my finger felt inside my pussy. I pulled it out and rubbed the juices onto Mark's cock, then returned two fingers to my pussy. I repeated the pattern, penetrating myself with my fingers to get them wet and then rubbing Mark's cock. It wasn't enough for me and it wasn't a very effective method of getting Mark's cock wet. So I lowered my body, bringing my pussy closer and closer to Mark's hard on. When my pussy touched the length of his cock, it was electrical. A shiver went up my spine. I spread my pussy lips and ran them from the base of Mark's cock along his length. I moaned. I felt the bulging head of Mark's cock run along my lips and shifted my hips to align the head of his cock with my wet opening. His cock twitched. I moaned again. And gently pressed my pussy opening against the tip of his cock. I wanted him. Now. My phone buzzed. "Oh, Mark," I said, "I need to tell you a secret." His cock twitched again as he looked at me intently. "Mmmmm," I cooed. "You know my friend Lisette? The wild one with the dares? She told me that I couldn't fuck you tonight unless she gave me permission." Mark sighed. "But goodness do I want you," I continued. "And I'm just going to keep tormenting you and me until she lets us fuck. Because I need your cock more and more the more you tease me with your cock at my entrance." "Maybe that was Lisette texting permission for you to fuck me," Mark suggested, glancing at my phone. I got off of him, leaving his cock wet, hard, and throbbing, and checked my phone. It was some stupid notification from an app. "It's Lisette," I lied, "but no permission. She dares us to go skinny dipping in the lake." So we dressed again, me in panties and the blue dress (I skipped a bra, figuring it'd just come right off) and Mark in boxers, jeans, and his shirt. We grabbed two towels and the tequila and headed to the beach at the nearby lake. At the beach, we were surprised to find three people - two men and a woman - already there. I suggested that we make friends, and brought Mark with me to their little circle. It was a good choice. They were all about my age or maybe a little older - maybe 24 or 25 - and passing a joint around. We introduced ourselves and learned their names. Natalie, Jorge, and Danny. We shared our bottle of tequila and they shared their weed. In half an hour, we were all pretty buzzed and friendly. I noticed Jorge looking at me a lot, and I checked him out, too. He was handsome, just my type. Weed makes me horny in general, and that night in particular, seeing as I was already so worked up. Mark had kept his hand on my thigh as we sat and talked, and his warm touch wasn't enough. I turned to Mark and pushed him to lie flat on the ground so I could straddle him. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, pressing our bodies together. His lips against mine, our tongues entwined, my breasts against his chest, and my burning hot pussy against the bulge in his jeans. I ended our kiss and got off of him. "Sorry," I said, noticing that the conversation had stopped while I kissed Mark, "weed makes me so horny." "Me too!" cried Natalie and the boys nervously laughed with us. Natalie turned to Danny. "I need one of those, too," she said, and kissed him. Jorge, feeling like a fifth wheel, was still looking at me with a hunger in his eyes. I stood and walked the two steps to him and reached out for his hand, pulling him up. "Don't want to let you feel left out," I said, pulling him close to me and putting his hands around my waist. He kissed me, hard, and moved a hand to my ass, pulling me even closer. I moaned into Jorge's mouth as I felt the hand not on my ass slip under my dress and up my thigh. Jorge pressed his palm into the front of my panties, putting pressure on my already sensitive clit and mons. My mouth left his and I gently bit his neck to keep from moaning loudly. Mark cleared his throat. "I've got an idea, guys," he said, "let's get in the water!" Mark shed his shirt and pants and headed toward the lake, and Natalie was quickly following in her bra and panties. Danny and Jorge were in their boxers, too, and I lifted my dress off, careful to keep my naked breasts covered, and followed the crew into the water. Natalie was splashing Mark in the waist-deep water as the rest of us approached, and then Mark dove after her and pinned her arms to her sides. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her still and also close to him. I knew his cock was probably getting hard against Natalie's ass. And then I saw her realize it, too, and her wriggling in his arms changed from struggling to get free to grinding against his cock. As I watched Mark's hands move from Natalie's flat belly towards her bra and her panties, I decided to interrupt their fun. "Hey Danny," I called, "I dare you to go over there and make a Natalie sandwich with Mark!" Danny and Natalie both smiled. Danny went over to Mark and Natalie and positioned himself right in front of her. Natalie kissed him and then, freeing her arms from Mark's embrace, pulled him close. Natalie must have been enjoying the attention from the two men. Four hands roamed her body and Mark kissed her neck while Danny kissed her lips. Natalie broke off the kiss with Danny and he moved to kiss her neck, his hands massaging her breasts through her bra. "I dare you to take off your boxers, Danny," Natalie cooed. As Danny pulled down his shorts, Natalie, more quietly, added to her dare: "and my bra." Danny threw his boxers to the shore, the water covering all but the tip of his clearly erect cock pointing at the sky. He reached behind Natalie to unclasp her bra, which she shrugged off her shoulders and he threw to shore. Natalie's firm, round breasts stood proud on her chest, exposed in the night air for only a moment before Mark grabbed them and Natalie turned her head over her shoulder to kiss him. "I dare you to take off Mark's boxers," Danny said to Natalie. She bent at the waist, her wet panties clinging to her ass just above the water. As she freed Mark's cock to the night air, her lips two inches from his erection, I had an idea. "Jorge," I said, "I dare you to take off your boxers and press your cock against Natalie's panties." "You dirty girl," Natalie laughed, tossing Mark's boxers to shore where they were quickly joined by Jorge's. And then "Oh!" she exclaimed as Jorge's cock found home. Jorge leaned into Natalie, willing her panties to disappear. She steadied herself by holding onto Mark's waist, bringing her mouth even closer to his cock. As Jorge thrust against her panties, Natalie opened her mouth and guided Mark's cock inside. Danny stood naked behind me as we watched, his hands on my hips and his cock between my butt cheeks. "I dare you to take your panties off," he whispered in my ear. I threw my panties to shore and Danny and I continued to watch Natalie sandwiched between Mark and Jorge. Danny's hands wandered my body, massaging my breasts, teasing my ribs, caressing my belly. I melted into him, savoring his touch. I caught Mark's eye as Danny moved a hand to my pussy and eased a finger inside of me. "Jenn," Mark called, interrupting my reverie, "I dare you to switch places with Natalie." Jorge slowed his thrusting and Natalie loosened her grip on Mark's cock as I stepped over to them. I'm naked, I thought, and there won't be anything between Jorge's thrusting cock and my aching wet pussy. I squirmed from the thought: did I want Jorge fucking me? Yes, I decided, I wanted, no I needed, someone's cock in my pussy. Mark was whispering with Jorge as Natalie moved to Danny. "Back in position, boys!" I teased, and bent over between Mark and Jorge, presenting my pussy to Jorge and kissing Marks' cock. Jorge put his cock right at my wet pussy, his hand guiding the tip of his cock to my open, hungry entrance. I moaned onto Mark's cock and pressed myself against Jorge's. "Now Jenn," Jorge said, keeping his cock at my pussy but not thrusting in, "Mark says you need to ask permission to get fucked tonight." Was he really not going to fuck me? When in any man's life did a woman present herself to him like I was? Was he just not going to take advantage? I pressed my pussy against his cock and kept sucking Mark's dick. Maybe he'd get over this bullshit. But he pulled back. "Ok," I said, letting Mark's cock free, "I can't get fucked until Lisette says it's OK." Natalie and Danny had interrupted whatever they were doing to come over to us, interested in my story. "What can you do?" Natalie asked. "Anything but," I said. Natalie wanted more answer than that. So I continued. "Earlier tonight, Mark dared me to get his cock wet with my pussy juice," I said. Natalie got an idea. "I dare you to do that to Jorge." Jorge smiled enthusiastically. I looked around. "OK, but not here; I'm worried about the sand. Let's go back to Mark's?" Mark nodded. Our orgy interrupted, we threw on our clothes and went back to Mark's. In a minute, I had stripped Jorge and laid him on the rug. I straddled him even before tearing my dress off. The walk left Jorge's cock soft, but his chest was still firm and hot under my hands and his cock came to life in a minute. "That's it," I said, feeling him harden against my lips. Mark and Danny stood very close on either side of me and Jorge, watching intently. I rocked my hips, dragging my pussy along the length of Jorge's cock. He was fully hard and I was aching to have him inside me. Mark must have seen me align Jorge's cock with my opening, ready to impale myself, because he interrupted. "Natalie, I dare you take Jenn's place." Natalie lifted her dress off and gently nudged me aside. She straddled Jorge and spread her pussy lips around Jorge's cock, running her wetness along his shaft, just like I had. While Natalie and Jorge moaned, I took on Danny. In a flash, I had his shirt and pants off again and took his half-hard member into my mouth. As I felt him harden in response to my ministrations, I moaned and moved one hand to my clit. Mark must have been feeling left out, because he interrupted again. "Natalie, I dare you to eat Jenn out." I didn't mind that interruption at all. I laid on my back as Natalie got off of Jorge. She got on all fours with her face at my pussy and licked in one long, slow, tantalizing lick, from my vagina to my clit. I arched my back with pleasure and Natalie hummed into my clit. I moaned. Natalie tongued the alphabet on my clit, working me steadily to the climax I'd been near for hours. I held her head to my pussy. "Don't stop!" I called, "oh, Natalie, don't you fucking stop." She didn't stop. Instead, she eased a finger into my wet pussy. I moaned louder in response. And opened my eyes. Hazily, I saw Danny motioning to Mark, who had stripped nude. Mark kneeled behind Natalie. Natalie put a second finger into me and continued her tonguing. I was getting so close. And then she stopped and called out. I opened my eyes, disappointed, out of breath, and aching for release. I looked up to see Mark behind Natalie, his hands on her hips, thrusting into her. "Oh god," she called out. Mark caught my eyes as I reached for Natalie's head to bring her tongue back to my pussy. "Don't," he said. I was furious. My date was fucking a stranger and wouldn't let me fucking come? "What," I demanded. "I dare you," he smiled, pulling out of Natalie. Natalie, miffed, looked at me and Mark as she sat up, lazily reaching for Danny's cock. Mark pulled in his pants and tossed me my dress. "I dare you to follow me," he said. He had a mischievous look in his eyes, which softened my frustration. I hesitated. I could just ask Jorge to fuck me. He'd probably do it. Or Danny. But Mark knew how to build me up. And I liked it - and hated it. I put my dress on. The others looked around and must have decided to follow us out, because in a minute, the five of us were outside, following Mark down the block. He took us to a crowded, loud, neighborhood bar. He caught the bartender's eye and ordered five shots of tequila. "Dance?" he asked me after downing his. I downed my shot, too. He pulled me through the crowd and danced close to me. The music was loud, with a good beat, and the crush of bodies was thick and hot and sweaty. I let go and felt the music and excitement of the crowd course through me. Mark maneuvered behind me and pulled me into his body to grind my ass against his hard cock. He whispered in my ear. "I bet you're so horny," he started, his hands on my hips, holding me to him. I nodded. "You love showing off," he continued, moving a hand to my breast. "Mmhm," I replied. "You loved it when that stranger saw you in a bra and panties in the store," he whispered, tweaking my nipple. I moaned. "And having him undress you." My breathing got heavier. Mark unbuttoned the top button of my dress. "And showing off for my camera." Another button. "And stripping for the camera." He undid the bottom button of my dress. "And showing me how you masturbate." One more button would expose either my pussy or my tits to the whole bar. I wanted to show the bar my naked body. I wanted them to see me and admire me. I wanted to make every man in the bar rock hard. The image flashed through my mind. Me, naked in this crowded bar, jostled by strange men, each wanting to cop a feel. I wanted their hands on me. I wanted their cocks in my mouth. I wanted to be fucked. I needed to be fucked. Mark didn't undo a button. He slid a finger into my wet pussy. "And showing the pizza delivery guy your tits." I turned around to face Mark. He slid another finger into my aching pussy. "And showing our new friends everything." He kissed me, roughly, as he pushed me against a wall. "And basically fucking them." He lifted me up as I fumbled with his fly, finally releasing his cock. "And letting me strip you in a bar." He slid his cock into me, leaving his thumb pressed against my clit. "And fucking me in the bar." I was on the edge of an orgasm when he first touched me. When he pressed his thumb into my clit and rammed his cock into me, pinning me against the wall, I saw stars. I called out, loudly, as I came. Mark kept thrusting, fucking me through my first orgasm and into the second. I bit his shoulder as he drove me over the edge and released his hot cum into me. Mark held me against the wall for a second while we caught our breath. I kissed him. As I found my footing again on the floor, Mark tucked his cock back into his pants. We looked around, nervously. Natalie, Danny, and Jorge were at the bar, watching. They raised their glasses at us. We smiled and left the bar to return to Mark's apartment.