The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 78: Truth or Dare - Sex Stories

The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 78: Truth or Dare

... opportunity to fantasize about the final member of our group and I was not about to pass it up. Plus, Sammi was quite attractive and, although she was drunk, I was quite looking forward to kissing her. It had not been made clear if we were to share a simple peck on the lips or a full-on tongue kiss, but it was a safe bet it was the former. We all sat in a circle and Sammi stood to my left. She turned toward me, impassive. I could not tell if she was looking forward to our kiss, but at least she did not look repulsed. Then again, she may have been too drunk to display emotions. Luckily, one of the only rules in truth or dare was “a dare cannot go uncompleted” and I was not about to be branded a coward. “Ready?” I asked as I turned to Sammi. She nodded, still impassive. “This is it,” I thought as I leaned forward. I normally would have closed my eyes, but my friend was beyond tipsy and I had to grab her shoulders just to keep her from slumping over. I almost felt like I was taking advantage of her, but a dare is a dare. “This is it,” I thought again as her lips neared mine. Now with my eyes closed, I waited for the long-awaited moment. Her lips finally made contact with mine and it felt like a bolt of lightning shot through me. But instead of electricity running through me, it was arousal. Massive amounts of arousal. Spending all day craving a fantasy must have made me desperate, because the mere touch of Sammi’s lips forced one to grow within me. I barely had time to figure ...

... out what was going no before the real world faded. A passionate moan escaped me as soon as the fantasy began. I knew nothing I did not would affect the real world and I took full advantage of this to give in to the massive amounts of arousal coursing through my veins. Sammi’s lips were still pressed against mine, though I could now feel her tongue tentatively prodding at the entrance of my mouth. Unable to resist the tempting offer, I parted my lips and welcomed her tongue with a passionate moan. In mere seconds, we were passionate kissing. Our tongues danced around is a waltz of lustful love. I had no idea if the fantasy version of Sammi was drunk, but her skillful tongue strokes seemed to belong to someone who was in full control of her faculties. Taking full advantage of this, I reciprocated her eager stokes with great verve. It was not until the kiss ended that I realized Sammi was not the only one to have entered my fantasy. Every last member of our group was present and, ignoring the rules of truth or dare, they took turns daring us to do increasingly kinky things. As luck would have it, every last one of the dares were given to Sammi. But I did not care, because that meant I was the recipient of all her lustful actions. The first thing she did was remove my clothes. I was still wearing my bikini, so it did not take long before I was fully naked. Thank god the fantasy version of Sammi was sober, otherwise the simple process would have taken forever. “Oh yes!” I moaned as ...