The Real Winner - Sex Stories

The Real Winner

... tightly while their friend eyed Nate and me. Nate turns to me, his dumbfounded expression just slightly more pronounced than my own. *** At their apartment Nate and I were sat on opposite ends of the couch with a beer for him and a glass of water for me and the prize money set between us. A folding chair is placed in front of the flat screen TV, and after a brief discussion some soft love ballads were put on. The women discussed the rules, then retreated to their rooms. I don't think I paid any more attention to what rules were agreed upon than Nate did. A few minutes later Meg and her friend Dana came out of their bed rooms wearing bathrobes. Nate cheered enthusiastically, though quickly trailed off when all the ladies did was smile politely and take seats in arm chairs around the room. We sat in silence for a few moments before Meg called out, “Come on Liz, we're waiting.” with Dana adding. “Show us what you got sexy.” Liz poked her head out of her bedroom, face already flushed, long blonde hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. She took a deep breath and closed here eyes, then strode out into the room. We all cheered wildly with Nate adding an unneeded “Show your tits.” She reveled in the attention, teasing a little by revealing one shoulder, then both, then finally letting the robe drop. I think the fact her friends were cheering louder than Nate and I was what convinced her to finally settle in the folding chair. I could see the nervousness in her bright green ...

... eyes start to give way to excitement as she slowly looked around the room. We all seemed to hold our breath as we watched her sitting there, head down breathing deeply. The red flush of her cheeks started to spread down her neck, across her chest, her pink nipples taking on a darker red hue. I was convinced she was going to get up and leave, bring this contest to a sudden end. Liz opened and closed her legs a few times, squeezing them together as she ran her hands along her inner thighs. Finally with a soft sigh she spread her legs open, her smooth pussy already wet. With a movement so subtle I almost miss it she trailed the tip of one finger along her wet lips , lightly biting her lower lip as she ran her other hand along her thigh. With quick, delicate, motions she rubbed at her lips, slowly moving her other hand up to her smooth stomach. She started lightly stroking her clit next, slowly moving her hand up from her stomach over one of her ripe breasts , arching her back. Her moans became a little louder , sliding her hand back to rub her lips. Then with a gasp she plunges a finger into her pussy. Her finger moved quickly inside her , sweat forming on her forehead, her moans coming steady and low. She squeezed her breast , tugging on her nipple, then lowered her hand to rub her clit. Back arched, pushing her hips forward, her eyes were wide as she watched herself. “Finger your ass.” shouted Meg. Liz didn't respond beyond a shy smile and a slight twitch of her hips. She did, ...