Sex or Suicide - Sex Stories

Sex or Suicide

... was suddenly sliding into his mouth again, and I suppressed a moan of ecstasy as my tip touched the back of his throat. My now semi erect dick felt simply amazing in Cory's warm moist mouth. I never felt his teeth, only his tightly sealed wet lips and his slick tongue gliding across my skin firmly. No one could have been more shocked than myself as my free hand suddenly found the back of Cory's head almost instinctively, gently resting in his soft black hair. I flinched, nearly drawing my hand away in surprise, but everything felt so fucking good that I left it there. I didn't see what it could hurt at this point to show that I was actually enjoying Cory's blowjob anyway. I watched Cory as he stared in disbelief at the dice in front of me. For a few seconds, the only sounds came from Nicole's stereo. I glanced over at Nicole, who now looked absolutely amused. She swept her pink curls back over her bare shoulders and smiled. I could see a glaze to her eyes, and I could tell that all the beers and the horrible suicide shots were starting to take effect on her. Something inside of me ached as I looked at the sex dice again. Nicole had been one number away from rolling my number, in which case her full lips would be wrapped around my dick. The dice were clear, though. She had to perform the action on Cory instead, who didn't look thrilled about it at all. "Whoa, uh... I... dunno, Nikki," Cory slurred. "I don't think I can handle that." "Uh-uh," Nicole said shaking her head ...

... and grinning. "It says to suck your dick. Sorry, babe. Luck of the roll." "Actually, the verb is lick, Nicole," I pointed out. She glared at me playfully. "Six here, half a dozen there. It's pretty much the same thing." Cory glanced at me almost frantically. I could see the fear in his eyes. I cursed silently to myself. While I understood why a homosexual guy would be skittish about having a girl give him a blow job, it made me frustrated because in Cory's position I would have been ecstatic. "Well, uh," Cory stammered, "I'll... I'll just take the shot." "Oh no you won't," Nicole scolded. "That's against the rules." "W-what?" Cory complained. "What are you talking about? I'm opting out!" Nicole stood and made her way slowly around the table. My eyes wandered down her slender pale body as she smiled wickedly at Cory. "You can only take a suicide shot if it's your roll," she told him. "You can't take a shot on my roll, babe." "You're k**ding," Cory groaned. "C'mon, Nikki!" "My roll, my shot... and I don't want to take the shot," Nicole teased, licking her lips and eying him seductively. She then burst into a small fit of giggles. "Oh c'mon, dude," she said. "Let's have a little fun, Cory." I looked at Cory, though it was a bit weird doing so. He was still fully nude, and no matter how much I tried not to look at his bare crotch, I could still see his half limp dick between his legs in my peripheral vision. He appeared to be nervously contemplating his situation. I watched with ...