Playing With Brittany Ch. 01

"I dare you," She paused for overdramatic effect. "To kiss me."

WHAT did she say? How was that a dare? I thought dares were supposed to be bad, or something you don't want to do. Maybe she was kidding. I scanned her face for any hint of what her real intention was.

She had a cute little smile on, and was blinking her eyes with inquisitiveness, like she was also wondering what I would do.

"Did you hear your dare?" She asked with a soft tone that soothed my bones.

There was no way I was backing down from this invitation, whether she meant it or not. The space between us shortened as I leaned in and tapped our foreheads together, bringing time to a screeching crawl as I closed the final distance between our lips.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me, sitting her almost in my lap, her legs swung over mine. I pushed my mouth against hers and she accepted me gratefully. My tongue flicked against her lips, offering its way inside.

Thankfully, she opened her mouth to greet me and our tongues were connected immediately. Sliding over each other, poking at the insides of her cheeks, swirling with her pink snake as her hands clawed at my t-shirt.

I moved one hand up and cupped her breast, remarkably squishy and soft even over her bra and tank top. She let out a tiny whimper as I kneaded the ball of flesh, giving it the massage treatment it desired. Little shakes were running through her body, and her nipples were stabbing through her bra.

I poked and pinched over her clothes at the hardened nubs, enticing squeaks whenever I got a good hard pinch in. Pushing her boobs together, I made sure cop one last firm feel before I moved my hands back down to her waist.

I slowed us back down to simple, slow kisses. She withdrew her tongue and nibbled softly on my lips as I pulled away, loosening my grasp around her and letting her fall back down to her side of the couch.

"Wow." She whispered. "I didn't expect something like that."

"Too much?" I asked like I was genuinely concerned, but I knew she had enjoyed to at least some degree.

She shook her head as thoroughly as she could. I guess I was doing something right. "My turn. Dare!" She sang, eager to let our game continue.

I wanted to match her quick start, so I took the infatuation I had for her breasts and turned it into a dare. "Take your shirt off."

She sighed sarcastically, like she had known that would've been my dare. It didn't even feel like a dare at this point, it was like she was looking for an excuse to show off to me.

With that, she stripped her shirt from her body, pulling it over the two glorious globes and letting them flop down loosely as she ripped the shirt off all the way.

"And the bra." I nodded.

"That wasn't part of it!" She folded her arms across her chest in a defensive manor.

Stopping her form pouting was the most important thing; nobody wants to strip naked if they're bitter. My first idea was to extend my hand in rock, paper, scissors format.

She eyeballed me suspiciously, but didn't need to discuss the rules with me. We both knew the stakes. If she won, she could keep her bra, and if not. Well, then not.

I figured deep down that she wanted the bra to come off, but was afraid of sounding too excited to let me see what she was packing.

Our hands raised and dropped three times, signaling the count for the game. A little voice peeped up inside of me at the last second and I switched my almost-paper decision to a rock one. It paid off big time, as she threw down scissors.

"You lose." I winked at her and blew her a sarcastic kiss.

"That game is stupid anyway." She groaned, but played by the rules. She slipped her arms from the shoulder loops, holding it against her by her arms. Reaching behind her, she unclasped the bra and let it limply fall into the grasp of her arms.

She grabbed the cups with her hands and slowly lowered them, making me wait painfully for her to drop them all the way so I would catch a glimpse of her tits.

Lucky for me, Brittany was a tease, but a tease that always delivered. She tossed her bra to the side and to my mind, it was lost forever. Nothing else on Earth existed besides her incredible breasts, truly breathtaking to say the least.

They were easily DD's, with more than enough weight in one mound to fill both of my hands. I reached to feel the two stunningly gorgeous tits, but she slapped me away.

"That wasn't part of it." She gave me a cock of her head and I sat back down with a miserable grumble. "Good boy. Your turn."

I don't know if she was doing it on purpose, but her hands were slowly caressing her breasts the entire time, occasionally tweaking her nipples where she would spike the pitch of her voice an octave. Then dragging her nails across the jiggly surface, letting the naturally massive boobs turn red for a second where she scratched, only to heal and become flush white again.

"I pick truth." I gulped down my thirst for her body, promising myself that I would have her somehow by the end of the night.

"Are you a virgin?" She couldn't wait to spit out the question fast enough, so I took my time answering.

"No, I'm not. Why do you ask?" I threw the challenge back at her.

"I'm just doing research." She quipped. Damn, this was a cool girl. "You can answer later, I'm sure I'll find out sure enough if you really are telling the truth. And I pick...Truth."

I had to think of something quick, but due to the amount of drinking we were doing it became hard to focus on something like investigating. Nonetheless, I dug deeper. "Why did you invite me here today, really?"

"I wanted to have fun with you." She strolled to the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of amber brown rum, tossing it to me and setting down two fancy whisky glasses. "The rules don't say I can't be vague."

She was cheating and she knew it, but I was too determined to move forward with the game to just give up now. "I'll let that one slide, Brittany. I pick dare."

"Good," She acted like she had been waiting for this. "I dare you to arm wrestle me for your shirt."

"Excuse me?"

"Arm wrestle me. Winner gets to keep your shirt."

All of this was barely sinking in, as I couldn't focus on anything other than her miraculous tits. They were wobbling around as she moved, jiggling and sliding around each other as she would cross her arms or scratch at her head.

I lifted my arm onto the coffee table and she mirrored me, clutching my hand. Her free hand moved to her chest and started to tease her chest.

She moaned softly and tweaked her nipple, pulling it and lighting her heavy breast, then dropping and letting her boobs dance together for a second.

"Go." She whispered, barely giving me time to acknowledge that she was putting force on my hand.

By the time I came out of my daze, I had already lost the match and was being taunted by my competitor. "Gimmie your shirt, loser." She waved her hand at me until I took off my top and tossed it over.

Brittany licked her lips and bit back a moan as she grabbed my shirt from the air and took a look at me. I don't want to say I was ripped or anything, but every summer my brother and I had to help my uncle on his farm and did quite a large amount of heavy lifting. I guess it kind of sculpted my brother and me into semi-muscular shape.

"O-Okay I guess I pick dare." Her breathing was already becoming rapid, making her beautiful tits rise and fall with enough speed to make them shake ever so slightly.

"Good," I adopted her form of teasing, acting like she had fallen into a trap. Truthfully, I had no idea what my dare was gonna be. All of a sudden, it came to me. I knew how to get her out of her clothing. "I dare you to wrestle me for your pants."

I kept my cocky look on my face but Brittany held on with resolve. "Bring it on."

"For a count of three. Go!" I yelled and took a defensive stance.

She impulsively dove at me, but I had time to crouch down so I caught her by her hands as she came down. She was squished against me, hands pressed against mine and fighting for control. I made sure she wasn't strong enough to hold me back, then let go of her hands to reach down and pick her up.

My hand was mashed between her legs, using it to push her as I flipped her onto her back and toppled her. There was an undeniable heat emanating from her pussy, and what I could only assume was the result of her leaking out sticky, wet juices.

She blushed as I held myself over her, holding my face close to hers and keeping her pinned to the floor by pushing down on her pussy mound. I counted out loud to three, and she stopped struggling in defeat.

"Bastard." She whimpered. I thought for a second she was really mad at me, but she fixed my thinking by putting on a sexy little strip tease as she removed her shorts. The jean shorts were yanked forcefully over her tremendous ass, a feature I had yet to appreciate. "What do you think?"

There was no explaining what I felt, though it was somewhere between nirvana and euphoria. Roughly.

"I think you look fantastic." My mouth was agape at the scene in front of me. Brittany was wearing a white and orange polka dotted thong, the middle of which was pulled tight through her pussy lips and making it look like a thin piece of floss between the lips of her muffin.

Her ass was hardly covered by the fabric, shining in all its glory. "Are those coming off?" I pleaded.

"Not just yet, cheater. It's your turn now. Truth or dare?" She was seated with her knees pulled up to her chest, mashing her tits against her chest and splaying them out in all directions. The aroma floating over form her pussy was intoxicating, making my head spin and legs weak.

"Dare." I spat out, snapping myself from the sexual haze I was in.

"I dare you to drink this." She handed me a glass of rum, looking like it was holding upwards of six shots in it.

"I dare you to, as well." I raised an eyebrow to her and she accepted my challenge, filling her own glass up as tall as mine.

"Cheers." We clinked glasses and downed the liquid, letting the harsh brown drink fill our stomachs. It wasn't the most flavourful of tastes, but there was no doubt that binge drinking with this naked girl was making a good connection with her.

"Truth or dare?" She mumbled to me. I guess she took my drinking challenge as a dare, and it was back to being my turn now.

"Truth." I was staring up at her ceiling and letting the tiny black mark in the corner of my eye continue to elude me as I tried to catch it in my gaze.

She thought about it this time, convinced that the harder liquor would make me reveal more and more about myself. "Oh, I've got one." She scooted close to me and refilled the drinks, this time with a normal portion.

"Why did you come over?" She sipped her drink and fought through the bitter taste to hold on to her cool, calm demeanour.

"Honestly?" I asked her, receiving a nod. "You're really pretty, and I like spending time with you. You're fun to hang out with. How am I supposed to ever say no when a girl asks me to hang out with her, when she looks like you do?"

"You think I'm pretty?" She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Of course."

"I pick truth." She rushed out. I got the feeling she wanted me to ask her a specific question, but I couldn't think of what it might be. I eventually settled on asking; "What's your pet peeve?" Simple stuff, yeah. But the answer was not one I was prepared for.

"When asshole guys try and pick me up."

"That happens a lot?"

"Every day. It's like because I'm single, they all think I'm fair game."

"If it helps, I think you're a pretty awesome girl. Even under that beautiful face, you're a great lady." I pulled her against me and she wilfully fell into the crook of my arm.

"You think so?" She was nestled against my chest and purring like a kitten, loving the attention I was showing to her head. I massaged her scalp, scratching behind her ears and dragging my nails across her head.

"Yeah, I do." I answered.

"If you're looking for brownie points, you're definitely finding them, you suck up. I pick truth."

"Again?" This game needed to pick up quick, so I promised I'd make it more interesting shortly. "Okay, how many people have you had sex with, Brittany?"

"Wow, just gonna jump right to it, huh?" She swallowed her nervousness. I was curious and wanted to know, so hell yes I jumped right to it. "Well, to be honest, only two."

"Two?" I was as surprised as I was relieved. Sure, she was no virgin. But the stories I'd heard about her at school weren't so PG-rated about her sexual escapades.

"Both of them were my old boyfriends, so yes only two."

"But at school-."

"I know, the rumours. They just started one day and I couldn't stop them, so I gave in. It stops guys from wanting a serious relationship with me which is good because I don't want one, anyway." She had started to fade out by the end of the sentence, like every time she repeated it she was finding it harder and harder to convince herself of that.

"I thought guys hit on you all the time?"

"To fuck me, yeah. Nobody wants to date the whore next door." She had curled herself up tighter, receding into her shell where she felt safe. I didn't want to upset her anymore, so I tried to take the game in a different direction.

"My turn, and I pick dare."

"Nathan, I don't think I want to play anymore."

"Nonsense!" I picked her glass from the table and handed it to her. She smiled weakly, but I wasn't giving up yet. "Dare me, pretty lady."

She took a sip and nodded her head. "Okay, I can dare you. You want a dare? How about a hard one?" I made a silent promise to myself that I would follow through with anything she asked, not giving her the satisfaction of beating me. "I dare you..."

It only took a split second for the thought to cross her mind, but she finally figured it out. "I dare you to make a move, on me, right now."

My mind had to hit a quick reset, but was soon rearing and ready to go. Before the smirk was wiped off her face, the smirk of her thinking that she had beaten me, I covered the distance between us and pulled Brittany into my lap.

A gasp escaped her lips and she closed her eyes as soon she felt my arms lock around her. There was an urgency in me when I realized that her siblings could be home any minute, and I wanted to have time to get inside of their big sister.

Our lips were attached together, slipping over each other and fitting together like reunited puzzle pieces. Her tongue was poking impatiently at my lips, happily intertwining with mine as soon as I opened my mouth to let her in.

We battled with our tongues, tethered together and not anxious to be apart.

All the negativity she had been holding on to suddenly evaporated as she let my hands wander around her chest, pulling and squishing the soft flesh. I tugged her nipples, twisting the soft buttons and letting them unwind as I replaced my fingers with my mouth.

"Ugh, fuck." She grunted as I latched my mouth onto her nipple, sucking at the rubbery, bumpy texture. I bit down gently and she covered her mouth to silence a whine of pleasure. The nubs was flicked back and forth against my tongue, as my other hand freely toyed with her other pillowy tit.

There was a momentum flowing with us, and I didn't want to slow it down.

I took a hand away from her chest and put it where I thought it might be better used: her vagina.

Placing my hand over the damp, underwear covered slit, I dug my knuckle against her clit and she squirmed in encouragement. Her nodding was furious, and only grew more and more impatient as I wiggled my finger closer and closer to the slippery opening.

She was grinding herself down on my hand, trying to let me know how impatient she was for me to remove the last piece of clothing she had left. I gladly took a hold of the thin material and stripped it off of her, letting my eyes greet the impeccably smooth pussy underneath it.

"You like?" She was lying with her legs spread, using her fingers to spread her lips and dangle the final prize in front of me. The creamy fuck pocket was begging to be filled, glistening with wetness and giving off a hauntingly strong, sweet aroma.

"I love it." I wasted no time in hesitating; I dove right in to that beautiful vagina.

I had a field day exploring her tasty peach, sucking on the swelled up lips and licking up from her buttery hole, up to her sensitive clit. There was a huge mess spreading from her sticky tunnel, and I was the only one trying to clean it up. My tongue was as deeply buried in her honey pot as I could get it, savouring the flavours she was leaking out.

Her sweet syrup was covering my face, dripping down and starting to collect between the cheeks of her bum. Seizing the moment, I gathered up the gooey mixture and made sure it was amply coating her wrinkled, pink asshole.

She was squirming uncontrollably, clasping her legs around my head and squeezing her thighs around my skull.

I managed to force two of my fingers into her pussy and dragged them against her g-spot as I continued my relentless tongue lashing on her clit. The small nub was being battered around like I was shaking it down for change. I flicked, sucked, and used my lips to nibble on her pulsing button.

There wasn't must warning offered as she squealed in ecstasy, kicking her feet and grabbing a fistful of my hair to pull. She was trying to get some muttered words out, but I couldn't understand them. Knowing I was doing something she liked, I made sure that I kept rubbing her g-spot through her long, spastic orgasm.

Aftershocks were zapping her body with pings of pleasure, making her squirm and snap in interesting ways.

Guys who are good in bed will crack a smart joke around this point, to defuse the tension. But guys who are great in bed know to let their woman writhe in the mind numbing infinity of her orgasm. Take your pick, fellas.

Brittany rose from the couch and blinked top clear her head, gazing around the room. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I taught myself. I figured girls would be happier blowing me if I was good at making them cum."

"A true gentleman, I see." She was talking to me, but her attention was drawn entirely to the throbbing erection that was nearly piercing my pants. "A gentleman with a theory that we need to test."

"What theory is that?" I asked as she lowered herself to my belt, sitting me down and positioning herself on the floor between my legs.

She fumbled with my belt, but eventually managed to loosen it and pulled my pants down around my ankles. I still had boxers on, but Brittany was already having a hard time hiding her fascination with my dick.

"The theory that making me cum will make me want to blow you."

"Is the theory holding up so far?" I asked, holding my arms above my head and watching her work on my lower half. Brittany pulled down the waistband of my boxers and let out an accidental gasp.

"Fuck, yes, it is." She was staring in awe at the heavy rod sticking towards her mouth. "Jesus Christ, I picked the jackpot."

I was happy to have somebody fawning over my dick, and continued to let her have her fun with it. Once the initial surprise wore off, she was all business. Her face changed; scrunching up and showing off her determination to handle the monster she was playing with.

Her skill really shone through, and I understood why this girl was always being so hotly pursued; she was gifted with a mouth that would put a pornstar to shame.

She effortlessly swallowed the first six inches of my cock, making sure she could still breathe around the pole, and started to fuck her throat with a third of my cock still sticking from her mouth. She kneaded my balls with her right hand, not stopping her throat fucking for even a second.