Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 11 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 11

... When all the guys were in place Oscar said,

“Guys, when I tell you, you have one minute to grope, sorry, caress the tits in front of you and guess who they belong to. Girls, please stuff something in your mouths if you feel like you are going to moan or cum, we want recognition to be by the feeling of your tits, not the sounds of your moaning.”

Then Oscar told the guys to stick their hands out. As hands made contact with bare tits, some having to be guided there by the girls, Oscar added,

“After the minute is up tell the girl who you think she is. Girls, keep a tally of the number or right guesses.”

The guy in front of me was one of the younger, newer, members of the team and he was at the dinner on his own. I had rewarded him in the showers a couple of times because he’d scored some trys, and he’d shot his load over me at the Bukkakes. His hands were a bit rough and he didn’t appear to be very experienced at teasing a girl’s nipples, but I did have to stifle a moan.

All too soon the minute was up and the guys backed off.

“So guys, who’s tits have you just been fondling? Oscar asked. “Girls, don’t tell the guy if he’s right or wrong.”

“You’re Dylan’s missus, Esther, aren’t you? You’ve got the smallest tits here.” The young guy said to me.

I wanted to tell him that he was right but I said nothing. I also realised that the guys who fondled my tits would all probably guess right for the same reason. I also thought that the guys who fondled the girl with ...

... the 2 water melons would also guess correctly as well.

After a minute or so, Oscar said,

“Girls keep a count of correct guesses, and also, move to in front of a different guy please.”

We did, squeezing passed each other, our tits rubbing against other tits as we moved around. When we were all in place Oscar told the guys to start fondling.

This guy wasn’t as observant as the first guy and he guessed that I was Amy. I smiled to myself and wondered how he could think that my ‘AA’ tits were Amy’s ‘D’ cup tits.

Us girls shuffled places again and somehow I ended up with Dylan in front of me.

“You’d better get this right mate.” I thought as Dylan’s hands encased my tiny tits.

“Oh yes Esther,” Dylan said, “I’d recognise these anywhere.”

I smiled but kept my mouth shut, even when he rolled his fingers round the ends of my nipples. That guy really knows how to raise my arousal level.

When Oscar called time Dylan said,

“Love you Esther.”

And so the game went on. I was sure that Oscar had us girls moving around rather than the guys, just to stop the fondling from taking any of us girl over the edge. If that was his plan then it was working.

When all the guys, except Oscar, had fondled all the girls, the game ended and the blindfolds came off. Oscar asked if any girl had had all the guys guess correctly and I wasn’t surprised that Melon girl, Jenny, announced that all the guys that had fondled her tits had got it right.

I was sure that I’d get the ...