The Dare

"When we got to the party, I realised it was at the same house as the ganging party from the year before. I started to realise what was likely to happen but didn't say anything out loud because of Trudy and Ashram. But once we were inside, my suspicions were reinforced by the fact that only one other girl was there. I balked at the door to the lounge, but Ben assured me that more girls were coming and not to worry."

"About ten other guys were already there, and a couple were making cocktails. Trudy and I were handed a fallen angel cocktail as we entered the lounge. I don't think it was that alcoholic, but on top of the glasses of gin and tonic Trudy and I had before we left our dorm, it had me feeling quite tipsy. The next cocktail they made up was a Brandy Alexander, which was quite strong but delicious. The drinks, good music, laughter, and food soon relaxed us all."

"Ben got me up to dance. I was feeling really good. He twirled me around the floor, making me feel like a princess. The next cocktail was a grasshopper, another delicious milkshake, but now I really did feel quite tipsy. He was holding me against him and running his hands all over my body. I didn't mind, I felt great. Then, one of the other guys moved in behind me and danced erotically. I came to my senses and tried to break away, but they held me, and I felt the guy behind grabbing my arse.

I was feeling fuzzy, but my head cleared, and I searched out Trudy, expecting she would be disgusted with me. But she was on the couch, giving me the thumbs up and beaming encouragement. I fought the guys then, coming to my senses. Trudy leapt up, stood alongside me, and whispered for me to relax. She said she wanted to watch, just as I had watched her and Ashram plenty of times. I tried to deny that, but she said she didn't mind. It turned her on, my watching them."

"Then, as I kept struggling against the guys, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked, but it was nice. She put her hand behind my head and started to get into it. I found my breasts being released and fondled, looked down, and found that it was Trudy. God, that turned me on. By now, the guy behind me had my thong pulled down and was rubbing his finger in my slit; well, I thought it was his finger. Ben was still holding me but was helping Trudy remove my bra."

"I was vaguely aware of Trudy leaving me to the ministrations of the guys, then as I was led to the couch and laid down. I realised that Trudy and Ashram had moved their two-seater to the middle of the lounge. It was a blur after that, but I had many orgasms."

"Fuck! I'm going cum." Exclaimed Don.

He pulled Hazel over to him and started kissing her. She half stood as she moved to him, presenting the beautiful round globes of her arse right in front of me. She had her legs apart for balance and bent forward at the waist. I just reached forward, slipped her panties down to her knees and cupped her mound.

Hazel wriggled her bottom in encouragement. So I stood behind her, dropped my shorts, and ran my prick up and down her slit. She was soaking wet and responded by pressing back into me, and her hand came between her legs, trying to pull me into her.

I eased away, knowing if I thrust into her at that moment, I was going to explode. I was so turned on by my imagining her being 'gang banged' by those Uni students. She thrust her hips back, trying to find me, and her fingers snaked around her clit. I watched her rubbing herself hard as she dropped her head to Don's lap and took him in her mouth. And I mean, took all of him in her mouth; she bloody near swallowed his balls; she had him so deep. I also noted that Don was so horny he was about an inch longer than when he had been standing next to my van earlier.

He came almost instantly, hips bucking up into Hazel's face. She came as well, her moans of pleasure escaping around his cock. Her fingers were a blur, sinking deep into the mess of juices gushing from between her legs.

I snuck my fingers around hers, getting them coated in the viscous mess, then smeared them around her little puckered brown rose. I didn't know how long it was going to take Don to be ready for more action, but I had promised him I would try to get Hazel to give him Anal. While she was still in the throes of her orgasm, I slipped a finger deep into her butt. She didn't complain, just wriggled her arse around on my finger, relishing the sensations.

Don surprised me. He had now pulled Hazel up and was kissing her again and seemed quite turned on, tasting his spunk. But he was still hard!

How? Once I have cum, it will be at least half an hour before I can get hard again. And to be honest, it's more like the next day before I get the urge again nowadays. I had surprised myself that I had gotten a hard-on only two hours after the blow job by my van.

I needed relief and afterwards wanted to hear the rest of her story, wondering if I would get hard a third time that day. But the priority, for now, was that I needed some relief. I moved over to lay beside them, so eager that I banged my head against the bracket on the wall that held the table when it was in place. Fuck, it hurt, but my need was much stronger than the pain, and I grabbed Hazel away from her husband and pulled her over on top of me. She came eagerly, throwing her leg over, grabbing my rampant cock, and sliding it between her legs.

Don was looking crestfallen, his emotions etched onto his face: anger, uncertainty, desire, and disappointment. He was annoyed that Hazel had cast him aside so eagerly to leap upon my prick.

I caught his eye; 'her arse,' I mouthed at him. He didn't move, too caught up in his confused emotions. I pulled Hazel down onto my chest, thrust hard into her, and then spoke to Don. "Hazel wants you in her arse. Are you going to give her what she wants or just sit there moping?"

He looked at her butt, bouncing up and down, and seemed to come to his senses. He stood, moved behind her, and bent down, pointing his still-hard prick at his prize.

"Take it slowly and be gentle; this is her first time," I whispered. I had a hand over her ear but didn't need to bother. She was so engrossed in her pleasure that I don't think she heard a thing. I pointed behind Don to my pants. He took a minute to acknowledge me, and it took some more gesturing before he found the Vaseline in my pants pocket. Then the light went on, and he greased himself up and, like a real pro, started working Vaseline into her arse.

The plus for me was that all this distraction, getting him to find the Vaseline, had staved off an almost inevitable premature explosion. And I could now pace myself and match my strokes to hers. I placed my hands on her hips and slowed her down but pushed hard against her each time she thrust herself onto me.

Seconds later, I felt Don trying to ease himself into her arse. She jerked, coming to her senses about what was about to happen. She tried to slip sideways to deny him, but I held her firmly and whispered encouragement in her ear. "Relax, you'll love this once the first bit of pain subsides." And sure enough, we were soon all struggling to stay in unison, all banging away, working to increase the sensations racking our bodies.

We all came, not exactly together, but pretty close. Hazel was first; she thrust her pelvis hard against me, then rotated her hips around on Don's prick. Her breathing became ragged, and as her hips really started to grind and buck, she let out a long A-a-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h that should have woken half the campers on the reserve. Then Don came seconds before me and collapsed on the bed beside us. I was bloody happy to see that as Don withdrew, he now sported a very limp cock.

I found later that this was their normal routine, A quick blowjob first, as Don always got too excited and came too fast for Hazel, then almost straight away, into some long slow sex. Over the years, it had become normal for him to stay hard between both orgasms.

I was fucked, and would have happily headed off to my bed. But like a gentleman, I stayed put and caressed Hazel and nodded in agreement to all of Don's comments about how beautiful and sexy she was.

Hazel started to cry, "God, I am so weak. I never could say 'No'. You'll hate me."

Her comment was directed at Don, who grabbed her, hugged her hard, and replied, "Don't talk crazy. I love you more than ever. That was the best sex we have ever had. I don't give a dam about your past. I'm thankful I'm the lucky bastard that married you."

'Way to go!' I thought. Don was handling this beautifully. Although he still had doubt and misgiving present in his eyes when he looked at me, I had no doubt this would not be the last time he shared her.

After a while, Hazel got a hold of her emotions. We all sat up, and Don handed us our glasses. Sipping on my wine, I noted that Don and Hazel cleaned theirs up in a couple of gulps, and Don refilled them. I declined any more for the moment. I knew too much wine would put me to sleep right now, and I wanted to hear more of Hazel's adventures at Uni.

To be continued....