[This tale spans exhibitionist, First Time, Group and perhaps a little anal wrapped in a surprise.]
“Are we drunk enough to play Tooth or There?” spouted Caroline. Apparently SHE was.
“I think we need one more frosty pitcher before I am. THEN I’m willing.” volunteered my always eager wife, Sue. All but Caroline and her new husband, Chuck, had been to our hedonistic gatherings. “But-choo aren’t drunk enough to slur yer werdz!” Sue teased, then as she rose from the thick carpeted floor, she flashed Chuck her panties.
His eyes widened and he slyly checked his chubby wife to see if she caught the brief show. She was laughing with Maria instead. He looked at me and I smiled. We all chose to slide to the floor so when we fell over it would be a short fall - yea, that was it!
Sue ground up the fresh ice and doubled the Tequila in the pitcher before returning. She bent over, her back to Chuck, to gently and slowly put the pitcher on the floor tray. She cleverly bent next to Car so she would not see her groom staring up my wife’s skirt for an extended view of her snug panties wrapped around her oval mound. I saw his mouth drop, so I knew he had a clear view. The ladies all sat daringly in a cross legged yoga pose and fussed with keeping their skirts flat and nearly modest.
Car and Maria flanked me. As we chatted and teased, Maria’s hand frequently ended up in my lap, usually bumping my distinct bulge and making it twitch noticeably. This wasn’t lost on Caroline, who Sue and I had known for a few years. We frequently teased her with bawdy limericks, jokes and dares. She teased back, but she always seemed too innocent to follow thru with any risque dares. Maybe tonight would be different.
We just recently found out that she had been an absolutely stunning model before we’d all met. She still has a very pretty, if chubby, face and is nearly double her ideal weight. At five foot one, even with her DD tits, she should not be 200 lbs. I had noticed a photo on her fridge of a stunningly beautiful blonde with perfect curves, bright blue eyes and a radiant, perfect smile. When she said that was she just five years earlier, I stood riveted to the floor, silently stunned, mouth drooping for a long minute until her sigh woke me. My thoughts were �What the hell happened?’, but all I said was “WOW! Beautiful, just beautiful!” She sighed a sad smile.
Tonight she wore a pale blue, loose skirt with a tan, profound drop-front, braless top. A few inches of her chubby thighs were daringly exposed, even more so to Chuck and Mario. Her huge, shapely tits trapped the cloth and generally protected her modesty, if that’s even possible in a top that’s open to your navel. This was the most revealing clothing she’d ever worn around us, since her wedding. Though her low-cut wedding dress showed much more tit flesh, normally.
Maria was in a short skirt that she kept pulling back down to modest heights, more to keep our attention on her shapely legs than to hide them. Her top was a light, full-sleeve sweater with fat, full length zipper that gripped a two-inch ring attached for easy access. Her nipples announced themselves loudly and my x-ray eyes �saw’ her tempting tits as I saw them the first time.
As my sweet Sue squatted, then dropped inelegantly to the floor, her crossed legs exposed her wet spot to Car, me and Maria. She fluffed and adjusted her skirt so even Chuck got a view of her shapely thighs up to her pale blue panties. Car gasped lightly at the display, but Maria just smiled. Sue downed a big sip and said “OK, NOW I’m ready for Tooth or There. Who’s first?”
Chuck, eyes flicking between my wife’s thighs and Maria’s chest, raised a hand. “Tooth, I mean TRUTH. Al, when’s the FIRST time you saw my pretty wife’s pretty tits?” He blushed at his daring dare and Car blushed and stared at him. Why was he picking FOR me? Has he never played ToD? I played along.
“Truth: “At your wedding, she wondered why guys stood behind her when she sat. I moved behind her to check and saw the reason and told her. �Both your nipples are exposed every time you exhale.’ She looked up at me staring down at her nipples, looked down and saw them clearly exposed.
“She smiled brightly, looked back up at me and shrugged her full tits into view, saying �Oh well. I hope they, and you, enjoyed the show.’ Then she smiled so sweetly and crooked her head while leaving both big, beautiful tits displayed to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off them and just sheepishly nodded while enjoying their beatific beauty. I ignored you, though I knew you were watching me stare at your bride’s big, beautiful tits floating inside her virginal white dress. She always dresses so button-up conservatively at work!”
Caroline spoke up, “My turn. Um, Al, assuming you still pick TRUTH, tell us about your FIRST romantic kiss. Dish!”
“OK, but you’ll be very disappointed. I was in FIRST grade, holding hands with a very cute blue-eyed blonde in a pink dress with several petticoats under it. We were both giddy and glassy eyed and couldn’t stop staring at each other. After skipping down the hall with the class, and getting yelled at for skipping, as soon as the teacher turned away, I pulled her to me and kissed her full on the mouth. We laughed at how daring we were and that was it. Until we were told to wait against a wall while the teacher went to get something. As soon as she was out of sight, I leaned my six-year-old lips in for a lingering kiss and I saw stars. My knees shook and she felt the same. That’s all that happened that day. Next!”
“Awww, how cute. Was that your wife? You know that doesn’t count. I want to hear about your first REAL romantic, breathless kiss.”
“No, that wasn’t Sue. Sorry, you’ve had your TOOTH shot already. Who’s next? Maria?”
“OK, I’ll have a go. TRUTH! But I want you to answer Caroline’s question AND tell us about your first time eating pussy!” Car gasped loudly; everyone else laughed.
“Why are you picking on me? This isn’t how to play this game! I’d rather hear about Car’s first time eating pussy.” She gasped again, but didn’t deny it. “You may find this hard to believe, but I was VERY shy as a kid and a late bloomer. My FIRST time seeing, eating and fucking a pussy was with the same girl. I was twenty, stag at a frat party. A friend was boasting about his hot new girlfriend, let’s call her Barbie, who was somewhere around; telling me about her cute, pristine tits; how she was still a virgin when they met and how he changed that and how great a French kisser she was.
“I didn’t believe his boasts and was busy scanning the room for a connection of my own. After several beers, the girls all got cuter. A short, stag girl I knew from classes wove thru the crowd right to me. I tried looking past her ugly glasses and pulled her to me. She actually was cute. Hard to hear anything over the music, I got against her ear and kissed it instead of talking. She smiled and I kissed her full on the lips, my FIRST adult kiss. She warmly kissed back and our mouths opened. I felt her warm tongue hug mine for a few seconds before she pulled sharply away and told me she had a boyfriend and I shouldn’t do that again. Then she smiled sweetly and left. THAT was my FIRST French kiss.
“Seemed like a mixed message to me, so I had another beer and kept looking for Barbie or my friend Frank. Before I found them, I saw tiny, ugly glasses girl again. She was flirty and asked who I was looking for. I said, �you’ and asked where her boyfriend was. When she said he wasn’t there, I said �good’ and kissed her again. She didn’t object at all.
“My tongue found hers for my second French and was very warm and happy - until I felt this HUGE pain! I saw stars in the darkening room. She’d bit my tongue - hard! Then she said �I told you not to do that again.’ and left. Was she playing with me? I downed another beer, mostly to cool and assuage my burning tongue.
“While more slowly downing another beer, my drunken eyes spotted Barbie. She was very cute and matched Frank’s description. I wandered over and introduced myself. Frank hadn’t told her about me at all so I had to convince her that I knew him and wasn’t JUST hitting on her. We went up to the dark, quiet attic, the make out room, and chatted, but I was really feeling the six or eight beers I’d had and said I need to lower my head. She offered her lap and I took it. After several deep breaths, I turned my head inward, my nose against her groin as a filter and whiffed her arousal.
“When I snuggled tighter against her and rubbed my nose in her crotch, she asked me to stop that. I turned my head back outward, but the beer smells were nauseating. I told her so and pressed deep against her groin again and told her SHE smelled much better than the room. She let me press and smell her crotch, even pulled me against her, for some minutes before saying I just needed some clean air.
“She lead me outside and after many deep, clean breaths, I did feel better. I realized the car we were on was mine, so I offered that we get inside for the warmth and quiet. She readily agreed. While chatting about college, I learned that she wasn’t out of High School yet and it was her eighteenth birthday (really?) That lead to questions about Frank and their relationship.
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