Message-ID: <22202asstr$947340600@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Mr Slot Lines: 146 X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 8 Jan 2000 06:34:46 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Truth or Dare 04 {Mr Slot} (FMMM ) Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2000 09:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, kelly The following is a work of fiction consisting of adult concepts and possibly sex. Do not read if you are not legally permitted. I don't want the police on my front doorstep. You are welcome to read but please don't distribute without my permission. Feel free to make any comments to the author. Send E-Mail to dalech33@hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ok this is the last of the series. "Good" I hear from up in the cheap seats. Oh well it was kinda fun while it lasted. I have another one out there called "Jessie" (shameless plug) but it is nohing like these stories. Be warned. It may not even belong in this group. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Truth or Dare Pt IV His mouth closed on her neck, his tongue darting against her flesh. A moan escaped her lips as he thrust again and again, pushing deeper with every stroke. She arched her back as she reached orgasm for the fourth time… Rhonda was getting nervous. She had never been to a party like this before and wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for her friend Julie. Julie had literally dragged her along tonight. "Come on Rhonda, you have to get out of the house." Julie said as she guided her out the door. "But what if Greg calls?" "He is not going to call. He left you and he is not coming back. Face it Rhonda, Greg is a prick." "But he's my husband" protested Rhonda. Greg was indeed her husband but she had recently found out that he was screwing just about anything in a skirt. When she confronted him about it he had laughed in her face, and then left with a nineteen-year-old blonde bimbo. That was a month ago and she had not heard a word from him since. "He's an arsehole and he's gone. Now it's time for you to start enjoying your freedom" And with that Julie dragged Rhonda into her car and drove her to the party. Rhonda wasn't really sure what to expect. She knew that Julie was a little wild but when she started to have sex with another woman and then that thing that she did to the man who appeared to be in charge. Well Rhonda was totally shocked. She didn't know where to look. She knew that she could never do something like that. But as the night wore on and she had a few drinks she started to relax a bit. Then the man she now knew as Brian called out her name. "Come on Rhonda, you're up." said Brian, a mischievous look on his face. Rhonda slowly made her way to the centre of the room, the surrounding crowd giving her encouragement. "Okay Rhonda, if you would please disrobe." Rhonda slowly started to undress. As she took off her top murmurs of approval came from the crowd. This surprised Rhonda because she never got this sort of appreciation from Greg. He was always telling her that she was too fat and needed to lose weight. But now, with all these people staring appreciatively at her body, she rapidly gained confidence. The rest of her clothes rapidly fell to the ground, leaving her standing naked and proud. "Hop up on the table Rhonda." Brian patted a padded table that looked like the type you found in a Doctor's Surgery. She hopped up onto the table, her legs dangling over on end. Her legs momentarily parted and she noticed several of the men before her sporting erections. A thrill raced up her spine as she realised that her body was responsible for their hard-ons. "Comfy?" asked Brian. "Yes" she replied. "Good. Now as this is your first night you are allowed to decline the first dare with no penalty. Are you ready to hear the dare?" "Yes" "Okay Rhonda, your dare is to make love with three men in succession. Do you want to decline?" Rhonda thought about it for a while. The old Rhonda would not of hesitated. The old Rhonda would have run screaming into the night. The old Rhonda would never have come here in the first place. But the old Rhonda was gone. She left with Greg on that awful night. The new Rhonda wanted to get back at Greg for what he had done. The new Rhonda was starting to feel very horny. "Do I get to choose the men?" she asked. "No I'm afraid the computer does that. Do you accept the dare?" Rhonda looked at him for a second then a huge smile broke across her face. "Yes" "John, you're first." John quickly undressed and came towards Rhonda, Slowly stoking his 7' inch cock. Rhonda parted her lags and let him slide into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he started long, slow thrusts. Rhonda felt waves of pleasure ripple through her body. She lay back as John increased his speed. He reached behind himself and gently grabbed Rhonda's ankles, then brought them round and up, lifting her arse so he could push deeper into her. Rhonda responded by erupting in the biggest orgasm of her life. Her yells echoed around the room as John reached his own climax. He withdrew just in time to shoot cum all over Rhonda's belly and breasts. She quickly sat up and took the still spurting cock in her mouth, licking and sucking every drop she could get. When she finished John got dressed and sat back down. Brian hit a key on the computer and said "Kevin, you're next." Kevin was a large man, with huge muscles on his arms. Rhonda hoped he was large in other places as well and was not disappointed. He was larger than John was and Rhonda decided that she wanted to get this one in as deep as it would go. She quickly slid off the table and, placing her hands on the table, stuck her arse up in the air. Kevin took the hint and grabbed her by the hips. He placed the head of his cock against the lips of her pussy and slowly eased it in. Rhonda couldn't wait and pushed back onto his member, impaling herself on it. She let out a shriek as his cock filled her hungry cunt. With quick hard thrusts he quickly brought her to orgasm, her cries becoming screams of pleasure. She fell forward onto the table as Kevin continued to pound into her; her breasted squashed hard into the padded surface. Rivers of pussy juices where flowing down the insides of her thighs. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more she felt that familiar feeling start to sweep over her again. As her orgasm smashed into her she collapsed but the strong arms of Kevin kept her from falling onto the floor. With a few quick thrusts he grunted and came deep inside her. He gently lifted her up and placed her onto the table again. Rhonda lay there, panting like she had just run a marathon. Sex with Greg had never been like this. She counted herself lucky if he lasted long enough for her to cum. She had never had more than one orgasm in a night, let alone three. And it wasn't over yet. "Are you ready for number three Rhonda?" "Oh god yes" she replied. The lust in her voice was obvious. "Okay, lucky last is… Harry." Gasps rang out among the female partygoers. A short stocky man walked towards Rhonda. He was a full foot shorter than Rhonda was and she wondered what the other women where gasping about. He took off his shirt then stepped out of his pants. Rhonda instantly understood the reaction that came with the announcement of his name. His cock was at least nine inches long and nearly five inches across. He was, in a word, HUGE! He climbed up onto the table with Rhonda and placed himself between her legs. She opened her legs as wide as possible, trying to make as much room for him as she could. Harry laid the tip of his cock on the lips of her pussy. He looked up at her and smiled, then thrust deeply into her. She screamed as she felt like she was being torn apart. She felt the head of the monstrous cock push against her cervix. She bit her lower lip as he pounded into her, again and again. Harry reached down and grabbed Rhonda's arse cheeks, squeezing them harshly as he penetrated her even deeper than before. His mouth closed on her neck, his tongue darting against her flesh. A moan escaped her lips as he thrusted again and again, pushing deeper with every stroke. She arched her back as she reached orgasm for the fourth time… Satan Clause, he's out there, and he's just getting stronger. --- Bruce Willis, The Last Boyscout. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+