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Before you read this story, be advised that it is adult oriented and contains very graphic depictions of a sexual nature. It is not intended for, nor should it be read under any circumstances, by persons who are not at least eighteen(18) years of age.

It has been quite a while since I last wrote anything so I hope this story is appealing. I began this work right after my kids got out of school for the summer of 2012, hence the title. All characters are fictional in this story, but something similar to this did take place in my youth. I’ve added a couple of characters to the real life version, and attempted to build a rapport with all of them that will lend to a number of sequels (if I can find the time to write them). This is a quite lengthy work so I have broken it into three chapters that could be read as independent stories, but will make much more sense if read in order.

I love to read your comments and would enjoy hearing from you. I even want your comments if you don’t like the story, provided you are actually giving constructive criticism. Please don’t leave a comment if you are simply turned off by what the story contains. Just because you may not enjoy or politically agree with the portrayals doesn’t mean that others won’t.

Thanks for reading…

~~Odysseyker

School’s Out – Chapter 1

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This tale begins in the summer after my freshman year of college. My name is Ron and I will never forget what happened one glorious weekend.

It was a raucous time since me and some of my friends were celebrating the completion of our first year in higher education, while some of my other buddies were flying high on the rush of graduating from high school. Our only concerns were what to eat and what would be fun to do next. Which is where this story begins to take shape.

A bunch of us had decided that a weekend camping trip was a good way to cut loose a bit and get away from Mom and Dad for a while. We made all the necessary arrangements and luck was smiling on us when we checked the weather before heading out on Friday. It was supposed to be warm and sunny for the whole weekend, which was great because the place we were going had a beautiful lake that we planned to spend time in.

We were to meet at a nearby state forest that was not heavily trafficked by people since it didn’t offer all the niceties of modern-day camping, like electricity and plumbing. After meeting at the parking area we would then hike into the forest to a secluded spot that some of us had camped in before. Everybody had their assigned provisions to bring and although you’re not supposed to, we figured we would just forage for firewood.

I was the first to arrive at the parking area, accompanied by my best friend, Joe. We expected three more guys to join us; Mark, Kyle and Rusty. It wasn’t long before another vehicle came rolling up the dusty county road and into the lot. Mark and Kyle exited and ambled toward us. Not seeing Rusty with them I asked the obvious question, “Where’s Rusty?”

“He called this morning and said he would drive himself,” Mark replied. “Not sure what the deal is, but he asked if it would be alright if someone else tagged along,” he continued.

“Well, we should be okay on food and stuff, but I hope this guy isn’t a buzz-kill,” I said with a chuckle. I didn’t really expect Rusty to bring someone that would be a downer since we all had pretty much the same attitudes toward life and people. But, on the other hand, Rusty had been known to pull some real boners from time to time.

We set to work unloading our stuff and all was going well until Rusty rolled into the lot in his beat up, old truck. As I peered through the windshield I could see three heads, and two of them were female! This was definitely not part of the plan and I did a mental head slap. “Leave it to Rusty to fuck something up…” I said to myself.

When they got out I immediately recognized one of the girls. Her name was Tracy and she was Rusty’s cousin. She’d hung around with us quite a bit and had just graduated from high school, along with Kyle. She was nice enough, not to mention easy on the eyes, but I hadn’t envisioned a girl on this trip. I was geared up for a weekend of “guy” stuff.

The other girl looked familiar, but I couldn’t place a name with her face. She was a well built brunette who looked to be around the same age as the rest of us, ranging from Kyle who’d just turned 18, to myself at just over 20. She was dressed in denim cut-offs and a lightweight hoodie that prevented a good look at her torso. Still you could tell, just as with Tracy, she was easy on the eyes. And although I have to admit I’m as ready as the next guy to ogle a good looking girl, I felt like she didn’t belong there at that moment.

I could only guess at why Rusty had invited them. I shot him a look and he knew I wasn’t thrilled about their presence. He approached me and in a hushed voice said, “They tricked me.” Looking bahis siteleri down and shuffling his feet he added, “They promised to show me their tits.”

I had to stifle a chuckle and then simply said, “It’s okay, but I doubt that we’ll have near as much fun now.” Of course, I couldn’t let him know that I’d probably have done the same thing if a couple of hot chicks promised to flash me.

Before we hit the trail Rusty introduced the girl to everybody. Her name was Debbie. She and Tracy had met at a college prep tour and had become fast friends. It was then that I remembered her. The tour had been at the campus of the college I was attending and I had bumped into Tracy and her new pal. At the time I’d thought that Debbie would be sweet to get in the sack and now my curiosity was suddenly piqued again.

The hike to the campsite passed rather quickly and without incident. Once there we got right to work setting up the tents and gathering firewood. As I finished up, I noticed Debbie wriggling out of her hoodie. The sight reminded me of why I’d been interested in her before. Her boobs weren’t huge but as she stretched her arms above her head they gave a very nice swell to the tank top she was wearing, causing her obviously braless nipples to jut through the fabric.

Joe came around the corner of our tent and ran square into me as he gazed at Debbie’s figure. I chuckled and quietly told him of my meeting her before. He smiled wide and softly mused, “Wonder if she’ll let me talk her into goin’ skinny-dippin’?”

At that point, I realized the girls had not brought a tent of their own. Either they expected some of us to give up ours, or they didn’t mind sharing sleeping quarters with at least one male. This prospect almost made me tell Joe he was going to have to bunk with someone else, but I bit my tongue and decided that time would tell.

By the time we had camp set up there wasn’t much of the day left so we all decided to just hang around the site and before long we tackled the task of preparing supper. After the meal, we settled in to just relax and watch the fire. It was at this time in the evening, had the girls not shown up, I’m sure we males would have began regaling our conquests of women and voicing our desires for more.

But that was not to be since we were all raised to not discuss such things in mixed company. Instead we kept our conversation clean and restricted to topics such as what everyone was planning for the rest of the summer, and what were majors going to be in college. It was purely mundane and uninteresting. So much so that it didn’t take long for the yawns to begin moving through the group.

I announced that I was turning in and my curiosity got the better of me. “Where are you girls sleeping?” I inquired.

Tracy piped up, “We’re going to sack out in Rusty’s tent.”

My libido dropped an inch or two, but I simply bid everyone a good-night and headed for the tree line to relieve myself before hitting the rack. It wasn’t long before Mark joined me, releasing a strong arc of urine that splashed into the weeds ahead. “Lucky little bastard,” he stated flatly.

“Tell me about it,” I replied as I tucked my dick back into my shorts. “But what are you going to do?” I quipped, adding, “They probably feel safe with him. They figure if he tries anything they can beat the shit outta’ him with no problem.”

Mark agreed as he zipped up and we headed for our tents. Once in my sleeping bag, I tossed and turned, sleep evading me. Joe, on the other hand, was sound asleep and snoring lightly. Becoming a bit frustrated, I was just about to get up and go sit by the dwindling fire when I heard what I thought were voices.

I strained to hear over Joe’s snoring, and was sure someone was talking in a hushed tone. I reached out and nudged Joe with my foot, causing him to grunt and roll over. It also silenced his snoring, which was my goal. With him now quiet I could barely make out Rusty’s voice. He was pleading with the girls to make good on their promise, and from the sound of it with no luck.

I had to chuckle when I heard Tracy whisper sternly, “If you don’t stop it I’m going to tell your mom that you were trying to get in my pants.” After that all went silent and I must have drifted off, content with the knowledge that no one else was getting lucky either, I suppose. Little did I know what the next day would bring.

I awoke to the sound of groggy voices carrying no particular point of conversation. I stretched and blinked the sleep from my eyes before struggling out of my sleeping bag. As I slipped into my sneakers, I tried to adjust my shorts as best I could to hide the bulge created by the morning woody that I was sporting. Somewhat satisfied, I unzipped the tent and made my appearance.

Everyone except Kyle was there, gathered together passing boxes of doughnuts between themselves. I stepped up behind Debbie and Tracy, reaching between them to help myself to a Bismark. canlı bahis siteleri Just as I latched onto the pastry, Debbie moved backward just a bit, pressing her ass right against my groin.

Quickly, she moved forward again with a prompt, “Sorry about that” said over her shoulder. But it seemed to me that she had lingered with her tight, round bottom resting firmly on my hard-on just a bit longer than one would if truly an accidental collision had occurred. But, who was I to complain? I simply smiled and took a big bite of my breakfast.

Once Kyle made his way out of the sack and had eaten, we decided to spend the morning just hiking around the area. I thought we might actually see some wildlife and absorb nature, but in reality what we saw the most was the two girls parading around in revealing short-shorts and halter tops. And even though Tracy wore a sweater, her charms were still obvious to everyone.

I had never really given Tracy much consideration in the ‘hot’ department. I think most of us guys just considered her as one of us since she always seemed to be quite the tomboy. And on top of that, she was Rusty’s cousin. We simply never thought of the leggy blonde in ‘that’ way. But her attitude and attire were changing all that.

As the morning wore on, the girls seemed to get more and more silly, for lack of a better term. They were rough housing with one another and generally doing anything that would focus the attention on them. Which was alright, but it was beginning to wear a little thin until I realized there had been a shift in their activities. Now it seemed like they were doing whatever they could just to tease us males. I had to wonder what was on the girls’ minds.

It was nearing noon so I suggested we head back to the campsite and get some lunch. Everyone agreed and soon we were having sandwiches and chips around the remnants of last night’s fire. Tracy had calmed down somewhat, but Debbie was still shamelessly flirting and teasing. Even going so far as bending over in her ultra short cut-offs to tie a shoe that didn’t need it. She had to have known that she was showing nearly all of her goodies to anyone caring to look.

Eventually the warm sun and lunch took its toll on me and I felt my eyes begin to get heavier and heavier. As interesting as Debbie’s exploits were becoming, I simply couldn’t keep my eyes open. My body gave in and I drifted into a nature induced slumber.

Sometime later I was awakened by the sounds of giggling and running feet. I fluttered my eyes open to hoots and cat-calls from a couple of the guys. By the time I focused, all I could see were two shapely and quite naked asses leaping from the shore and into the lake.

I glanced over at Rusty. He was standing there wide eyed with his mouth hanging open. I couldn’t blame him but I wanted a closer look. Hefting myself out of the chair, I hustled toward the edge of the lake. On the way, I decided that if the females weren’t going to be modest, neither was I.

By the time I reached the bank I had already removed my shirt. I dropped it to the ground and unbuttoned my shorts as I toed my sneakers off of my feet. Now I’m no ‘Johnny Atlas’ by any means, but I’m still pretty toned and I have never been ashamed of what I have below the belt. Maybe it was a bit narcissistic, but I stood there for a moment after I dropped my shorts to let the females get a good view before I dove in after them.

It wasn’t long before the rest of the guys joined us in all their bare-butted splendor. Everyone, that is, except for Rusty. He was standing on the shore and had removed his shirt and shoes, but looked uncertain. He reminded me of a puppy that had wandered into a corner and didn’t quite know how to get out.

I called out to him, “C’mon in… The water’s great!”

“In a minute,” was his hesitant answer.

Rusty shuffled around on the shore for a moment more and then started to step into the water. I noticed he hadn’t stripped. “You have to get naked like the rest of us,” I taunted.

He whined a muted reply but I was insistent and the others agreed. Before long we had all began to chant, “Rus-ty, Rus-ty, Rus-ty.”

Eventually, as his cheeks blushed crimson, Rusty unfastened his shorts and slid them down his legs. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and worked them down as well, letting his boner spring free and poke straight out from his youthful body. It wasn’t the biggest dick I’d ever seen, but looked like it would get the job done.

Rusty quickly dove into the water and waded toward the rest of us as we commenced in varied horseplay activities. It was obvious to me by now that the girls, or at the very least Debbie, had more in mind than just camping and I couldn’t see a better time than now to get things started.

Since I was confident Debbie was looking to get laid, I thought I’d try my luck with Tracy and see if her intentions were the same. I neared güvenilir bahis her as she leaned back to dip her hair in the water, her firm tits protruding from her chest. I reached out and ran a finger over one of the nipples and Tracy barely flinched. I made a circle over the bud and then proceeded to cup her whole breast in my hand.

After a moment, she lifted her head, smiled at me and asked in a coy tone, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Something I should have done before now,” I answered. Then to seal the deal I asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

“You do and I’ll pull your balls off,” she replied with a grin.

At that I slid an arm under her and lifter her up a bit so that I could get my mouth to her chest. My tongue darted out and began dancing circles around her already hardened nipple, bringing a deep sigh from the girl’s throat. And when she sighed again, I glanced over to see Joe mirroring my actions on Tracy’s other breast.

It wasn’t long before I felt a hand close around my stiffening cock, below the water’s surface. The delicate fingers slowly moved my shaft and in no time at all I had expanded to my full 9 inches. The feeling was intense. A myriad of pleasure derived from the fingers frolicking on my prick and the sensation of the water, and maybe just the pure naughtiness of where we were.

This went on for a few minutes and I was getting really worked up. I was just about to move between Tracy’s legs when a huge splash behind me sprayed water all over my back. The sun was hot and had heated my skin causing me to recoil when the cool water crashed onto me. This movement caused my cock to be pulled free of the grasping fingers as I spun to see the commotion.

Rusty bobbed up from under the water, sputtering and coughing. “What the hell…?” I demanded.

Mark came up to us laughing and filled us in on what had happened. Apparently to help him over his shyness, Debbie had slipped under the water and started sucking Rusty’s dick.

“Next thing we know, she’s coming up coughing and tells us he blew his load in her mouth,” Mark said. “So we gave him a toss,” he concluded.

“Jeez, I didn’t do it on purpose. It just felt so fuckin’ good,” Rusty apologized.

Not wanting to shatter his confidence I said, “Don’t worry about it sport, it happens.”

Just then, Debbie waded up behind Rusty and reached around him with both arms, pressing her beautiful boobs into his back. Her hands disappeared below the water and I’m quite sure that she was fondling his equipment. “Yeah sweetie, don’t worry about it” she said, adding, “I don’t mind the cum in my mouth, just let me know before you blow.”

By the time I turned back to Tracy, Kyle had taken over where I had vacated. Considering my options, I took my cue from Debbie’s previous actions and dipped below the surface and moved between Tracy’s legs. I pressed my lips to her vagina, jabbing my tongue between the labia. I was instantly aware of the warmer, slicker liquid of her secretions coating the tip as I worked it deeper into her.

Of course, it was only a matter of seconds before I had to relinquish this and come up for air. I repeated this move a couple more times and Tracy seemed to be really enjoying it, but it soon became too tiring for my enjoyment. After one last lick, I settled my hips between the girl’s thighs and took my rod in hand. Moving forward, I searched for her opening and soon had the head of my cock pressing into her.

What I quickly discovered was, contrary to popular belief, lake water does not make a very good lubricant. I managed to get my shaft into Tracy’s hot little box, but as I began to thrust the sensation became less than great. I could see from her expression as well that she was not exactly loving it either.

“Let’s move this party to dry land,” I suggested.

We untangled and began to head for the shore, Joe and Kyle leading the way. Tracy and I waded hand in hand a few feet behind them. “I’ve wanted you to do me for a long time,” she confessed meekly..

I found out later that she had only had sex a couple of times before this and that she was understandably nervous. I explained why I’d never made a move on her and we both had a good laugh. We began a relationship and were married 2 years later. We’re still happily married and the sex is as good and as wild as ever, but that’s another story (actually many) for another time.

I nudged Tracy and pointed out Debbie already on the grassy bank, her ass toward us as she lowered herself onto Mark’s turgid pole while he lay stretched beneath her. Joe and Kyle wasted no time waiting for us and hurried to stand in front of the brunette. Debbie was equally as efficient and began sucking and stroking the two dicks now before her.

I felt a shiver run through Tracy’s hand and I wondered if it was fear, excitement or something else. Her eyes were glued to the scene as she stood there taking it in, seemingly mesmerized. “If you’re unsure, you don’t have to do anything,” I assured her when another shiver chased through her nubile body. “No one’s going to force you to do anything you don’t want,” I said.

“I… I just haven’t ever seen anyone doing it before,” the blonde confided. “But I want to try it all,” she added with a lusty tone.

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Foreword: Good evening, Degenerates. It’s been a while. I hope you’ll forgive the wait, I was laid low by sickness, and then when I started writing… it seemed to grow every time I thought I’d stop. Your feedback has been much appreciated and I think many of you will find a lot to like about the utter degeneracy of this chapter. For those of you still checking back, wait no longer – the gates to our Degenerate Paradise are open once more and will stay open for the foreseeable future.

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The bottle landed on Eliza, who picked dare. Tara gave her an easy one of going to make snacks; putting a pause on the game whilst she did. Becca felt a newfound shock of nerves, wondering how she was supposed to talk to Tara when they were alone.

Eliza went to the kitchen, Becca now noticing for the first time that Eliza had even had time to get changed whilst Tara rode her face. Maybe she could comment on that? She was desperate for something to re-break the ice when Tara announced, “Let’s go with her.”

Becca got up to follow, full of uncertainty and glad for some direction. She moved to follow behind Tara, the athlete already heading past her. Becca couldn’t help but look down at her strong thighs and curvy butt, it snatched her concentration like bait on a stick. Then, Tara stopped in the doorway and spun to face her.

Becca had to catch herself quickly to not bump straight into the younger girl and found herself looking up at the gorgeous blonde who had mounted her face – her face that still smelled of Tara’s cloying, delicious scent.

“It’s a shame we had to stop.” Tara said, smiling like a cat with a cornered mouse. Becca blushed, knowing what she meant but not knowing how to respond.

Tara raked a finger across the damp crease in her shorts, then pressed her finger against Becca’s lips – as if to stop her from talking. Becca could smell her again, stronger than the lingering, fading scent on her face, and desperately wanted to suck her finger. Tara smiled, sensing the older girl’s sudden excitement, and added, “We’ll make sure to finish next time.”

Despite the sudden shift in her own sexuality, and a new side of herself Becca didn’t know existed, that should’ve made her confused. Instead she felt her knees weaken and an overwhelming desire to do just that. Before she could nod, or say anything, or suck that delicious finger clean, Tara withdrew it and went after Eliza.

The sudden absence was like being plunged into cold water. Becca took a calming breath and lingered in the living room for a minute to collect herself. She could hear the two girls chatting whilst Eliza filled bowls with snacks.

When she came in, it was all normalcy and teenage girl-talk again – as if nothing had gone on at all.

Eliza grabbed chips, pretzels, more glasses of soda and other finger-foods that wouldn’t get in the way. Tara had grabbed a bottle of whipped cream from the fridge, cooly spraying some in her own mouth – Becca found herself staring until Tara winked; the older girl snatched her attention away, keenly aware of Eliza’s presence and Tara’s flirting.

Once Eliza was done, they returned to their seats and picked at their snacks. Then, Eliza spoke. “We’re gonna have to get more creative or nobody will ever lose.” Tara nodded her agreement through a mouthful of pretzels. Becca didn’t like that suggestion, the two girls had been plenty creative with their dares; her eyes glanced at the cup of her sister’s piss on the table. A stark reminder that these two played seriously. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was going to lose.

Becca was about to eat when Eliza gave the bottle a spin and it landed on her older sister.

Eliza’s thin lips sprouted into a naughty smile, sharp eyes latching onto her sister. Becca’s nerves fluttered once more – she recognised the look. Eliza had an idea and she was not going to enjoy it.

“I have to get you back for getting mom involved…” Eliza’s hand slipped into the pocket of her pajamas. “It feels good to be out of them really…” She withdrew her hand, holding something bundled up in her fist. Eliza held her arm out, untangling three fingers – holding the garment pinched between her thumb and forefinger. Her red panties dangled lewdly from her hand, gently swaying in the room for the two other girls to see.

“You can wear these on your head between dares, for the rest of the game.” Becca’s jaw dropped, a rush of horror and disgust filling her. Tara looked surprised, and greatly amused, too.

“Eliza…” Becca started, when her sister approached her, holding the garment with two fingers at each end of the waistband. Eliza found herself putting horrific puzzle pieces together. These were the pair Eliza had just been wearing. Underwear she had walked around all day in, sweated into, worn to the bathroom…

The brunette stood over her, the panties stretched between her two hands as if she were going to help Becca put them on – which, she supposed, she was. “Eliza that’s disgusting…” illegal bahis Becca couldn’t see inside of them, she didn’t want to look. Eliza could see them, as could Tara who craned her neck from her seat to get a better look.

The narrow strip of fabric was creased with faint white and yellow stains, the thinner side that had rested against her butthole was flecked with tiny dots of brown, and the red fabric inside was darker than out – where it had soaked up her ass and crotch sweat all day.

“Do we have our loser?” Eliza asked, barely keeping the cruelty from her cheerful tone. Becca narrowed her eyes, not knowing what to say but very much wanting to punch her sister. When she didn’t reply, and started to reach towards the panties, Eliza gave her a victorious, magnanimous smile. “Allow me.”

Then, twisted the garment around and pulled it down over Becca’s head. Eliza made sure to avoid her sister’s ponytail, angling the garment forward and stretching it down so that the waistband was practically around her sister’s neck – putting the crease of fabric nestled against her pussy against Becca’s mouth, whilst the part that touched her asshole ran up over her nose. It looked like a strange, inverted mask. Eliza let go, briefly admiring her work at how silly Becca looked, then reached to adjust the section over Becca’s nose. Becca slapped her hand away, so she retreated – knowing well when to push and when not to.

Becca felt the fabric touch against her scalp, then the pressure as Eliza dragged the waistband down past her ears; the red fluttered past her vision and suddenly her nose and mouth were embraced by the damp, still-warm fabric of her little sister’s underwear. The narrow gusset stretched tightly over her nose – making her shudder internally with the knowledge of where it had been.

The smell hit her then, on the first instinctive intake of breath when her nose was covered. A strong, tangy-sweet smell that was vaguely similar to Tara’s vagina, mixed with less pronounced, but much more unpleasant acrid undertones of pee and sweat, along with an earthy, musky scent that Becca unfortunately recognised as the smell of her sister’s asshole from higher up the garment. It was both overpowering and horrific – the smell was so intense and unpleasant it might as well have slapped her. She knew exactly what it all was. She couldn’t help but think of how Eliza must not have wiped thoroughly after peeing – not even being able to comprehend or consider that Eliza had done so knowingly. It made her want to hurl. It was even stronger and more overwhelming than Tara’s smell – as if the fabric had soaked in the scent of Eliza’s private area and concentrated it.

It was all bad. The smell didn’t even go away breathing in through her mouth. If she breathed through her nose, it smelled slightly more like ass, if she breathed through her mouth, the pussy smell was even stronger – and seemed to waft over her taste buds. Becca knew she couldn’t taste it, but it felt like she could.

Finally, she dragged her shameful eyes from the floor – worse still, she felt stupid wearing them over her head like that – and saw Eliza and Tara looking at her, unreadable smiles on their face. They didn’t say anything, which made her feel more humiliated – vaguely wondering if she could bear wearing them any longer. “…I feel dumb. This is disgusting.”

Tara wafted a hand at her, as if brushing aside an unreasonable complaint. “Relaaax. You look great.” Becca blinked, momentarily forgetting her predicament – was Tara openly flirting or was that comment normal? Eliza seemed to take it as the latter, sitting back in her seat and snacking on a handful of chips.

“It’s your turn.” Eliza prompted, mid-chew. Becca’s train of thought about abandoning the game was again derailed, both by a desire to please Tara and a desire to get Eliza back. She reached down and gave the bottle a determined spin. Tara. Damnit.

“Dare.” The younger blonde said, breezily.

Again, Becca found herself having to rapidly come up with something that wasn’t ‘too bad’ because she was terrified of making Tara dislike her. “Uh… do thirty squats.”

Eliza rolled her eyes and remarked, “Lame…” Becca couldn’t help but agree. It felt like a weak choice even to her. She was trying to save her meanness for Eliza.

Tara got up, turned so that her ass was facing Becca, and began the exercise. Effortlessly bending until her ass was almost touching her calves – stretching the already thin, pink fabric tightly over her beautifully sculpted ass. “One.” She counted off, confident and unphased. Becca briefly caught herself staring, but quickly looked away – only ‘casually’ snatching a look at Tara every so often.

Becca picked up a pretzel, pulled her ‘mask’ aside and put it in her mouth. Eliza was watching her like a warden, arrogantly waiting for her to put underwear back over her nose and mouth. Becca gave her a rueful, disparaging glare, but obediently pulled the red gusset back over her mouth. The sensation casino siteleri made her cringe, again feeling the damp fabric rub against her lips and nostrils. As she chewed, the strong scent of her sister’s sex seemed to flavor the snack, adding it’s own horrid twist to the taste.

“Whose do you prefer, mine or Tara’s?” Eliza asked after a mouthful of soda. Tara briefly paused her squatting, glancing over her shoulder. Becca gave her sister a questioning look, unsure if she was being teased or tricked. Eliza rolled her eyes again, as if having to explain something to an idiot. “Which of our pussies smells better?”

The question felt like a slap in the face. So far, it had all gone unsaid. If nobody said the words, it wasn’t real. She had vaguely hoped Eliza didn’t know where her nose had been. Becca realized it wasn’t hard to deduce; Tara had been sitting on her face, and now she was wearing Eliza’s panties on her face, but to have it put into words like that so shamelessly…

She was a little at a loss for words. But both girls looked at her expectantly, as if it would be weird and awkward not to answer.

“Uh… Tara’s.”

Initially, she said it because one of them was her sister’s vagina, which inherently made it a worse experience. But also, she couldn’t think of anything she’d rather smell right now than Tara’s. Eliza didn’t even look put out, making a face as if hearing an interesting fact. Tara smiled, clearly pleased by the answer, before resuming her squats.

“Well, you’re smelling my underwear, so I won’t hold that against you.” Eliza quipped, not sounding at all like this was as weird as Becca felt it was.

It felt vaguely surreal, but before Becca could think about it anymore, Tara sounded out, “Thirty.” And sat back on the couch.

Eliza reached out and gave it a spin. Her and Tara had practiced a bit with the bottle, getting a rough idea of the kind of force it needed to stop in the direction they wanted – between that and their positioning of the seats, the young brunette was confident where it would go. The bottle did three revolutions before sliding to a halt just short of Becca.

The older blonde grimaced, as she did her facial muscles pushed at the taut fabric – her lips brushing against a wetter part of the fabric. She wanted to hurl, both through the sensation and the repeated nausea inducing anxiety of seeing her evil mastermind of a sister determine her next torment.

When Tara picked up the whipped cream again, squirting a blob into her own mouth, Eliza snapped her fingers. “Oh, that’s it. I dare you to lick whipped cream from between Tara’s toes.” The younger blonde gave a laughing sneer, “Aw, ‘liza you’re gonna ruin whipped cream for her!”

Eliza wafted her hand, brushing the mock-concern aside. “It’s not that bad, better than licking your toes without it.”

For once, Becca agreed with her younger sister. They couldn’t see her face from beneath the red panties, but she had a look of relief; which a moment later she felt bewildered by. She had been thoroughly acquainted with the taste of both of their feet now, which still disgusted her, but the cream would certainly make it more bearable.

With a flood of relief, she pulled the underwear from her head and threw them at Eliza. Eliza caught them with a mean smile. Despite offering a faux-protest, Tara now leaned forward and pushed the tip of the whipped cream canister between each of her toes; it gave a quick, hissing spurt of cream with each pull of the trigger. Becca had already thoroughly made out with Tara’s feet – they were still damp with perspiration but most of the sock lint had fallen away during the ‘massage’ – except between her toes. Tara didn’t use a lot of cream, just enough that Becca would have to dig between with her tongue to get it all. Once she finished one foot, she extended it out towards Becca, grinning like she had offered her a meal.

The older girl again slipped to the floor, sitting herself down in front of Tara’s sole. A small part of her wondered if she should just give the futon up, she sat on the ground so often. Then, she cupped Tara’s ankle to give her support and examined the smooth, meaty sole of the athlete; the slightly scuffed heel, the flatter arch, the meatier pads on her heel, arch and ball, and the slightly longer, thicker toes – now with blobs of white cream between them. The scent was still there, the musky smell of Tara’s sneakers and socks along with the cheddary, sweaty smell of her feet.

Becca looked up at both her sister and Tara, watching from their seats on the couch. Eliza swigged at some soda, whilst the blonde watched her with a smirk of anticipation. Better to get it over with now, she thought. With much less hesitation than any other time she had kissed, licked or sniffed the younger girls’ feet this weekend, she moved her lips close to Tara’s toes and extended her tongue; shaping it to a point, she pushed her pink tongue between the pinky and fourth toe of Tara’s foot – using it like a wedge to slip between poker siteleri and spread them. At first all she could taste was the whipped cream, her tongue dug until she felt it press against the base of the crevice between Tara’s toes. Once there, like when Becca licked between Eliza’s toes, she stroked her tongue back and forth, quickly gathering up the confectionary and toe jam within.

Her tongue came away, to her view, with a mound of whipped cream. The two girls watching her could see the back end, speckled with toe jam. Becca unknowingly brought it into her mouth and swallowed it down. Eliza hid her disgust with her soda, Tara teased her, “Taste good?”

Becca looked up from the foot to Tara, having been trying to focus and just get through it. To be honest, it wasn’t that bad – there was a hint of foot sweat, and the smell of Tara’s feet colored the flavour somewhat, but it was certainly more bearable than without. “…It’s better than nothing.”

The older blonde went back to Tara’s foot, licking again between the next two pairs of toes; her tongue pushed deeper each time, requiring her to stroke her tongue more thoroughly to collect all of the cream in one sweep. She swallowed, and continued to the final pair – the big and second toe. Becca held Tara’s foot close to her face and pushed her tongue between them at the base, rather than coming from above. She reasoned that she could sweep her tongue up and get all of the cream in one pass.

Tara had a better idea, curling her toes and pinching Becca’s tongue between them – the older girl’s eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden squeeze. Tara giggled, wiggling her foot back and forth, dragging Becca’s head from side to side by her tongue. “Eeghhhh?” Becca whined, not quite pulling with enough force to free herself, instead producing a wordless sound of confusion and pleading for mercy. Eliza doubled over laughing at the spectacle.

Finally, Tara relented and let go, Becca fell back on her butt, a look of exasperation on her face – her cream and toe jam covered tongue slipping back into her mouth. Tara cocked a head, all warm smiles and light hearted mirth. “Just wanted to make sure you got it all!”

She was teasing, Becca knew that. She scoffed, not really having a response for the unprovoked action and instead filled the silence with a laugh of her own – she saw the humour in it, even if it wasn’t making her laugh.

Tara went towards her second foot but Becca shook her head. “Nope, ‘liza didn’t say both feet.” The younger blonde gaped, sad that her other toes would go un-licked. Eliza shrugged her narrow shoulders, a wry expression of acknowledgement that it was true. Despite her confusing feelings towards Tara, Becca wouldn’t let herself be a complete doormat – she had her pride, as small and malleable as it was. So, she sat herself back on her futon, feeling like she had won some small victory in this game where she felt so close to losing.

Now, it was Tara’s turn.

The athlete chewed on her options, her pretty blue eyes drifting to her own saliva-soaked toes, then to Eliza; her best friend was truly a good opponent, it was often hard to match her when cruelty and creativity came into it, but Tara loved a challenge. Finally, her eyes landed on the older blonde girl she had found great pleasure in teasing and tricking into doing whatever they felt like. It was time to step things up and win this game.

“I dare you to lick my butthole. For five minutes.”

Becca, self conscious of her awful panty-mask, had been idly watching Tara make a decision. Somehow, she wasn’t nearly as anxious about the outcome. All she could think of was the weight of the girl straddling her face, and the delightful smell, and the strangely arousing feeling of what she knew to be the girl’s labia against her face. After what Tara had said, she was finally sure Tara was interested and, despite the initial feelings of shame, she was shamefully excited. Then she heard Tara’s proclamation and any hope of leniency faded away.

“Your… butthole?” The idea was revolting. Kissing her sisters… god, she couldn’t believe she even did that, that was easily the most disgusting thing she had ever expected to do in her lifetime. Licking one? More than once?

Before the older girl could let her disgust and reluctance mount, Tara clambered to her knees on the coach and turned, so she was bent over the back cushions. Her thumbs hooked into her waistband and slid down her shorts, revealing the smooth, pale white form of her magnificent ass. Wide hips, strong muscle and a healthy amount of fat gave Tara a butt any woman would die for. It even sat so perfectly as to have a straight, defined cleft at the bottom of each cheek, where it hung past her thighs.

Without underwear, the twin globes were parted slightly, pale skin leading to darker, browner skin around the crack. At the joint of her legs, Becca could see the pronounced mound of a pussy she had buried her nose into. Tara’s outer labia was thick, a camel-toe, with a slit of pink hiding between both lips. It was shaved bare and deliciously inviting. With her knees spread slightly, Becca could even see the glimpse of a hole in the tight line of pink within. North of Tara’s vulva was a darker spot at the bottom of her crack where her butthole was hidden.

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