1 Baton, 5 Choir Girls - Sex Stories

1 Baton, 5 Choir Girls

... more “daring” truths. “Truth or dare?” I asked her smugly. “Truth,” she said, flinching a bit in anticipation, as well she should. “Do you ever… you know….” I stuck my first two fingers out into the air and acted like I was pumping a pussy with them. “Brian!” all of the girls playing said, giggling. “Well?” I said, raising my eyebrows innocently. After a long moment of silence, Krista W. buried her head in her hands and quietly said, “Yes.” More stunned silence followed this, Kristen and Emily glancing at each other, obviously trying to decide if they were going to get the same question. Krista S. seemed in awe. “Truth or dare?” she asked. “Truth,” Krista W. said again. “How often do you… do that?” “Once every other day or so, probably. Sometimes every day.” “Truth or dare?” Emily asked, and when Krista W. said, “Truth,” I was surprised by Emily’s question. “Did you do it today?” Once again, Krista W. buried her head in her hands, but this time she was the only one who giggled. Everyone else seemed awed by her candor. I know I was. And my penis was started to truly react from the situation, making siting cross legged a little uncomfortable. Finally, Krista W. responded. “Yes, I did it today. Right before the concert. In the bathroom. I wasn’t peeing. Well, I peed AFTER, but….” “You little horn dog!” Kristen said, and that got everyone giggling, including myself. Over the next few rounds I discovered that the other three girls had all masturbated, but that none of them did it ...

... as much as Krista W. Krista S. claimed that she’d done it, but had never brought herself to orgasm, while Kristen and Emily both admitted to climaxing at least once in the past. I also discovered that they were all virgins, surprising in this society. The dares were all rather boring still, but that was about to change, too. As soon as I asked Kristen for a dare, she surprised me by daring me to use a jack off motion instead of a fist pumping motion for my signal for the rest of the game. Of course, Krista W. ended up needing to use a pussy pound motion. It was she that pushed things to the next level, of course, although it was kind of my fault. “Dare,” I told her, and she raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Um, okay, you asked for it!” she said, shrugging and sticking out two fingers. She batted her eyes and tilted her head to the side, smiling. “Suck on these.” As I did so to the cheers and jeers of the girls watching I stared into Krista’s bright blue eyes. She stared back. I knew at that moment that things were going to get very interesting, so I let my tongue roll around her nails and flesh. Her eyes widened a bit and her smile broadened, but she said nothing about it. We had had our last “truth” of the night. Krista S. was up next. Krista W. asked her to do the same thing as I had done and, not wanting to be outdone in front of her friends, she did it, although she was grimacing the entire time. “Dare,” she told Emily, who leaned back and looked over to me, smiling. “I ...