The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

Grace Discovers her Sister’s Secret Sordid World

The summer I finished my first year at university was uncharacteristically long and hot. A golden sun blazed down from a cloudless, crystal clear azure sky and baked the ground until the grass scorched and any unattended flowers shrivelled in the heat.

It was a perfect time for me. I was nineteen and a full year at university had shown me life beyond school and the tight borders of the small, rural English town in which I had grown up. With little to do before the new term began, I had almost four months of free time stretched out before me.

Hour after hour was spend lazing around in the back garden of my parent’s house, either on my own, curled up on a sun lounger with a good book, or surrounded by friends chasing Frisbees, drinking beer or just sprawling on the baked earth soaking up the sun’s rays.

Josh – who lived in the house at the back of us – used to watch me whilst I sunned myself. I could often see him out of the corner of my eye as I read, standing at his bedroom window, peering down into our garden. It was funny really, Josh had been in and out of our house since we were kids and was my sister’s part-time squeeze, but the attention was as much of a buzz for me as it clearly was for him. The arrival home of my younger sister or his own mother was usually the only thing that could drag him away from the window. Without them, I’m sure he’d have watched me all day.

…

I’d had some old school friends over for lunch and Stacey had brought a bottle of wine to accompany the sandwiches I had put together for us, so as we lounged around in the sun, we ate and sipped away at the cool white wine. I guess from memory it was mid-August and the summer was at its hottest, the days peaking in the nineties for maybe two weeks and with one memorable day when the temperature broke through the one hundred degrees mark – a record for the country as a whole.

The girls wandered home around four o’clock, leaving me on my own, my cheeks rosy from the wine and with a few hours to kill before we’d agreed to meet up in town later on in the evening.

Laying back on the sun lounger with the garden and house completely to myself, I began to slowly massage sun cream into my bronzed skin. Having spent the majority of the summer sporting little more than a string bikini, my perfectly tanned skin covered all but the very extremities of my body, and whilst I’d been very careful not to develop a thin string and bow of white skin on my back, my breasts and a small triangle between my legs were the only two remaining areas of white.

As I massaged the cream into my stomach I noticed movement in the house behind and a furtive glance was all I needed to affirm that Josh was watching me once more. Whether it was the warmth of the sun on my body, the lunchtime drink, even the sensation of my own fingers rubbing cream into my skin, and probably a combination of all three, my mind focussed on him watching me and me teasing him.

I continued to massage the cream into my flat stomach, then with another quick glance to verify that I had his undivided attention, I slowly, and at first briefly, slipped my hand beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

I twisted and turned my pale brown pubic hair in my fingers before pulling my hand back out and resting it on my stomach. A squint through the sun confirmed my audience’s presence.

I had initially intended to leave it there, to just give him a hint of something extra, but the brief touch was not enough for me. Egged on by the wine and in no small part, excitement at my audience, I felt my fingers curl around the string that tied the bottom half of my bikini around my waist and pulled it slowly, feeling the tension relax as the bow unravelled. With the briefest of pauses, I let my fingers creep along my skin and slowly push the tiny triangle of fabric to one side until I was totally exposed to my voyeur. I hoped for his sake as well as mine that neither my sister nor his mother would return to break the moment.

My fingers wasted no time in sliding themselves home and I shuffled my legs apart to allow them access. They tangled briefly amongst my public hair before brushing against my lips and sending a sudden charge through my bones like the static prickle of an electric shock.

I groaned satisfyingly as my fingers gently stroked my lips. Each touch drew more and more of my juices to the surface and my lips slowly became slick and oily to my touch. A brief breeze washed across my skin, causing my nipples to spring up and push hard against the thin fabric of my bikini top.

I spread my legs wide and pressed the soles of my feet together and with the new angle I was able to slip my index finger inside. The feeling was delicious and my whole body shuddered at the penetration. As I strove to push my finger deeper I rubbed my swelling lips with the heel of my hand. The sensation was exquisite and I couldn’t resist a quick peek to make sure my audience was still attentive. After all, this was not solely for my benefit. I needn’t have worried. I wondered if Josh was doing the same thing as he watched – a thought which until now would have disgusted me, but in my current frenzy seemed perfectly natural.

I even pictured him stood by the window stroking his cock, then a sudden image flashed across my mind of him spraying his seed across my stomach and I came. I pushed a second finger inside as my orgasm washed over me, then found my clitoris with my spare hand and rubbed it frantically until my shuddering body could stand it no more.

I lay for a moment on the lounger, then suddenly as the warm glow of my orgasm dissipated, it was replaced with a sudden wave of self-consciousness and I plucked my bikini bottoms from the grass and sashayed in through the French windows into the kitchen.

By the end of the summer, I had treated Josh to three more solo shows. The final time, I had shaved myself completely — whether he could tell or not from his distance, I have no idea. I even rolled over onto all fours, and rubbed myself to orgasm like a centrefold, my pert bottom pointing directly at him whilst my fingers played over my smooth, swollen lips. I was also very nearly caught by my sister, just managing to clumsily tie my bikini back on in the kitchen as I heard the front door slam and her walk quickly through the living room towards me.

…

It was twelve months before I saw Josh again and to be honest, having spent most of that time in Munich, firstly at university, then working, I have no idea when I’d last thought about him or that summer, but as I walked back into my parent’s house and into my sister’s party, it all came flooding back.

It had just gone nine o’clock and as I stood outside the front door with the thump of the bass pulsing through it, I shook my head in a vain attempt to clear it. The last week had been a blur. It had started with a party with my work colleagues, moved on to an end of term party at Munich University, before catching the last few days of the end of term at my English university in Leeds, catching up with friends I had not seen for over six months. As a result I’d spent pretty much every night for the last week either in a bar or a nightclub, I could scarcely remember what day it was. As I walked into the house, the music bounced so loud I could feel the beat in the handle of the porch door. Maybe forty of my sister’s friends were milling about, drinking and smoking and after a couple of minutes searching, I found her leaning against the wall in the dining room, drinking from a bottle of lager and chewing the fat with a girl I recognised as one of her friends, but couldn’t for the life of me remember her name. She turned to me and did the same and we nodded at each other in a dull, vacant recognition that made Alicia, my sister, turn around.

We looked each other up and down for a second before she threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly.

“Hey sis. When did you get back?” She said. “Mum and dad weren’t expecting you back for a couple of days.”

It’s amazing how you forget that time doesn’t stand still when you’re not about – life goes on despite your absence. I looked at my sister as she drew away from the embrace — probably for the first time since I’d gone to university, I really looked at her. Of course she was eighteen, I knew that, she’d be at university in the autumn. I knew that too. But in my mind and maybe too in my heart she was still my kid sister. But as we stood and watched each other, our hands clasped in each others’ I could see she was certainly no longer a kid. Obviously still my sister, definitely no longer a kid.

“You look like shit.” She hollered above the beat. Yep, definitely still my sister.

“This time next year when you’ve done six parties in six nights, you’ll look like this too.” I said. “So where are mum and dad?”

“Out.” Was all I got and when Alicia realised I needed something else she said. “Don’t worry, it’s all above board. I finished my exams today. I’ve officially finished school! Grab a beer, the kitchen’s full of the stuff.” And with that, before I could give a hug and congratulate her, she turned back to her friend and I faded into the background.

Before I grabbed a beer I pushed passed various people on the stairs and dumped my bags in my bedroom, glad to see that not only was it ready for my return, but that it was undisturbed by the revellers and their new found freedom. I stood in front of the full length mirror and ran my fingers through my hair. It was not enough to make me look presentable, Alicia was right, I did look like shit. Still, I’m sure they’d be time to sleep at some point before I went back to college.

I plucked a can of beer off the worktop in the kitchen and popped it open, taking a long slug of it to quench my thirst. I spotted Josh instantly perched atop the washing machine. It seemed my kid sister was not the only person who’d grown up.

I figured I’d say hello, but as he was clearly holding court with a group of friends, I thought I’d leave him to it and see if there was anyone else I recognised, but as I turned away, I caught his eye.

“Hi Josh.” I said as he turned to face me, an initial vacant look turning almost instantly to a broad grin.

“Well, well, well, the return of the prodigal daughter.” He said, slipping off the washing machine and bending to kiss me on the cheek. “Come back for an encore performance?” He said as his lips brushed my cheek before pulling away to see my reaction. I blinked and suddenly it all came flooding back and I drank from my beer to hide my grin. I swallowed in a deep gulp.

“Never say never.” I said eventually, letting a smile play briefly over my lips. He stooped in towards me again, this time his hand slipped around my waist and he pulled me towards him.

“It’s just I could do with some fresh material.” He said, his breath hot on my neck. “Four films a year is not a lot to keep a growing lad going.” He pulled away and turned back to his friends and instinctively I turned away from the group and wandered back across the kitchen. Then, what he said suddenly registered with me. What did he mean? Had he taped me in the garden? Every time? I started to turn back to him, but thought better of it. I guessed his eyes were probably burning a hole in my back, waiting for me to do just that. I replayed what he had said in my head. There was no denying it, it was certainly what he’d implied. I drained the can, tossed the empty in the vague direction of the bin and popped the top on a second beer. The cheeky bastard.

I had found someone I recognised in the living room, one of my sister’s school-friends, but the thin conversation was getting a little strained when I saw Josh walking towards me. Again, he leant over me, emphasising his size.

“So, what do you reckon then?” He whispered into my ear.

“Did you make videos of me?” I asked rather stupidly, but he ignored the question anyway.

“Or I could return the favour and show you what I was doing whilst you were playing with yourself.” His hot breath was sending a shiver down my spine, but as he spoke he also took my hand and ran it along the length of his cock as it hung in his jeans.

My God, it was massive. As he guided my fingers down his length I tried to picture it in my mind. It must be nine inches soft. It must look like a cudgel when it was hard. Unashamedly, I felt my mouth begin to water.

“What do you reckon then?” He repeated, this time staring me straight in the eyes, his hands on my shoulders. “A new tape. You playing with me, before I cum all over you.” I couldn’t take my eyes off his, then I realised that his hand was no longer holding mine, yet mine still traced up and down the length of this cock, now straining a little against the seemingly insufficient denim of his jeans.

Minutes later he was stood before my bed with me on my knees, slowly massaging his enormous cock in both my fists. I’d practically dragged him through the house, passed most of the party guests and slammed my bedroom door behind me.

From nowhere he produced his mobile phone and trained it in on me as I began to tentatively run my tongue around the head of his gigantic cock.

“Is that what you videoed me with last time?” I asked, looking up at the camera and still wanting him to confirm that he had made videos of me in the garden.

“Nope.” He said. “Less talk.” He said, and whilst training the mobile phone on me with one hand, he pushed my head down with the other.

Opening my mouth wide I closed it over the head of his cock and suddenly, inexplicably, an image of Michael Caine filled my mind. Something about a baby’s arm holding an apple. I think it’s a line from an Austin Powers movie, but suddenly it seemed very appropriate, unlike the muffled giggle that escaped my lips.

I needed both hands to control his cock and could barely manage more than just his helmet inside my mouth. My lips were stretched as far apart as I could comfortably get them and my saliva ran freely down his shaft, lubricating my clenched fists as they circled his cock and pumped him towards climax.

Slowly, insistently, he continued to apply pressure to my head, either pulling on my hair, which he scrunched up into a pony-tail in his fist, or pushing me down, testing me to see how much I could swallow — which I have to admit, was embarrassingly little. Even with three or four inches encased in my lips, the sheer girth of the damn thing stopped you getting any more inside. It was simply too damn big. I was pretty sure my pussy wouldn’t cope much better, but before the summer break was over, I resolved myself to give it a damn good try.

Rather than struggle or admit defeat, I concentrated my attention on his bulbous helmet, exploring each and every part with my lips and tongue — whilst continuing to pump him with my hands. I could tell I was hitting the spot as I felt his knees begin to shake and his breath get slowly shorter.

“You like that?” I purred up to his phone and was rewarded with his hand pushing my head back down onto his cock. I tried once more to sink down deep onto his pole, but am not convinced I made it any further down, the dull ache in my jaw growing greater with each attempt. I began to suck rapidly around his head, bobbing up and down, rocking back and forth on my ankles as I drew him closer and closer to climax. I felt his cock began to twitch and writhe in my grip as if it had a life of its own and I readied myself for his orgasm. I had no idea what to expect. Does a massive cock with huge, heavy swinging balls produce a comparative amount of cum? I was about to find out.

“Oh yeah. Suck my fucking cock.” He moaned as he exhaled hoarsely. “I’m gonna cream.” He spluttered and as I felt his cock twitch, he yanked on the ponytail he had made in his fist and pulled his cock unexpectedly from my mouth as the first volley of jizz leapt from his eye and splattered across my forehead.

“Fuck yeah!” He drawled as he took control of his wand in his own hand. I sat on my heels, my eyes scrunched shut as his cum rained down on my face. And in answer to my question, certainly in this case, the answer was yes. By the time his cock was finally drained, my face was smothered. I could feel it in my hair and coating my nose and cheeks, whilst it dripped off my chin and spattered onto my t-shirt.

I peeled my eyes open, thankfully he’d missed them both, to find myself staring up into Josh’s mobile phone as the video continued. I blinked slowly and what I hoped was seductively, then ran my tongue across my lips, tasting his cum. Playing to the camera and loving every sordid minute of it, I chewed briefly on my bottom lip before running my finger along my cheek and sucking more of his cum into my mouth.

“Hey sis!” I spun around on my knees to see Alicia stood in the open doorway. “Thought I might find you two in here.” She said. “Hard to resist isn’t it.”

I watched in a kind of horrified fascination as she walked around the back of me — leaving my door to swing open — and stood behind Josh. She reached around him and gently stroked his spent and softening cock.

“Shit. You two are an item.” I spluttered, my thoughts finally finding their way to my mouth. I wiped my face with my t-shirt, before pulling it off over my head and using it as a towel to cleanse my face.

“Nah!” Alicia said with a chuckle. “Not an item.” She said, peering around Josh’s massive frame. “We fuck every now and then don’t we honey, but we’re not an item.” She said casually. We were beginning to draw a little crowd as people stared into the room from the landing. Josh didn’t seem to mind. I, on the other hand, did and stretched out and pushed the door closed. I looked back at my clearly not so little sister.

“Fuck buddies?” I managed and wondered how I had missed my little sister grow up. It’s not like I never came home from university.

“I suppose so, yeah.” She said. “But hey, it seems rude not too share a treat this good.” She said, slapping Josh’s softening yet still massive cock with the back of her hand.

I shook my head and hauled myself onto my feet, stretching my legs luxuriously as I stood.

“How do I look?”

“Still like shit, but now with cum all over you.” Alicia turned back to Josh. “Bad boy!” She said and playfully punched him in the chest. “Had you been saving that up all week? I thought for a minute you were going to drown her!”

I watched the exchange in fascination and guessed the video he had just shot would sit alongside ones he had already made with my sister.

“Pity you cleaned yourself up.” Josh said, breaking his silence and turning his attention towards me. “It would have been great to get another video of you playing with your pussy already drenched in cum.”

I must have shot a quick glance at my sister because when I looked back at Josh they were looking at each other and smiling.

“You’ve seen the videos haven’t you.” I said, looking back at my sister. They both looked at me and laughed.

“Seen them. I was there when he was shooting them.” I looked from one to the other waiting for them to laugh, but neither cracked.

“Fuck off!” I said and shook my head, turning instead to the mirror so I could clean up the rest of the cum.

“No shit.” She said. “That last time, when you did the whole porn star thing, I ran home as fast as I could to see if I could catch you. But you’re good. I reckon you were only just dressed, but dressed none the less.”

I wiped the rest of his mess up with my t-shirt and pitched it in the corner of my room. I guess I’d have to wash that one, it wasn’t really one for my mum to find.

With seemingly nothing left to say, Alicia left us alone in the room, albeit again without closing the door as she left.

“Tell you what.” I said, stepping in close to him to whisper in his ear as he had done to me earlier in the evening. “I’ll give you another tape of me playing with myself, if you’ll give me a proper go on that.” I said, tracing my fingers along the still visible bulge in his jeans.

“Deal!” He said simply, then walked passed me and out of the room. At least he had the courtesy to shut the door behind him. I sat heavily on the bed and rubbed my eyes with the tips of my fingers. Well that was a welcome home I had not expected. With the music still pounding downstairs, I crawled under the duvet, still in my jeans, the smell of his semen filling my nostrils. If I was going to tackle that beast again, I was going to need my sleep.

..

Over the next couple of weeks I didn’t give Josh, Alicia or their strange relationship another thought. As old school friends started to drift back from their various colleges, the evenings were spent in the pub catching up on what everyone else was up to.

It’s a brilliant time. Whilst university is all about finding yourself as a person, making new friends and enjoying the experiences that that brings with it, coming home, making sure everything is still in order and hooking up with long-term friends is unbeatable. Although it is also noticeable that each reunion contains one or two less familiar faces as people find new places and new people with which to spend their spare time.

…

My parents treated my return as if it was Christmas. On the first Sunday I was back my mother cooked a celebratory meal to match any Christmas day and the drink flowed until we were all rosy cheeked and giggling. By the time we left the table, still covered in the detritus of the colossal meal, and had been slumped on various seats around the lounge for an hour or so, my mother was watching something black and white on the television through heavy eyelids and my father was asleep on the sofa, the newspaper spread across his chest.

I hauled myself off the sofa, threw on a fresh pair of ancient, faded blue jeans and a new camisole I’d bought myself in Germany, grabbed my phone and purse and headed back downstairs to find my mother now also barely awake. She looked up with heavy eyes as she heard the door brush over the carpet.

“I’m heading out.” I whispered and she nodded, I’m old enough at last for her not to ask where I’m going or when I’ll be back. I closed the door behind me, grabbed my coat and left the house.

On the way to the pub I dialled round a couple of friends, also knowing that Sunday afternoon in the Olde Bell has always been something of a tradition, so although I struggled to raise many people, I’d have been surprised if most of the old crowd that were back from university weren’t in there already having a drink. I was not disappointed. Two tables had already been pulled together and a group of people sat huddled conspiratorially around it, laughing and chatting in hushed whispers.

With a beer in one hand, I dragged a spare chair across the wooden floor and squeezed between one old friend that I’d known since primary school and an ex-boyfriend — kissing them both on the cheek as I sandwiched myself in between them and their conversation.

…

“Hey G.” I looked up at the familiar voice of Alicia. I shook my beer fuddled head a little to clear my thoughts.

“Hey. I didn’t even know you were here.” I turned back to William, my ex-boyfriend. “You remember my kid sister, right?” They looked at each other briefly and Alicia nodded her head at him almost imperceptibly. After a slight pause, William stood with a flourish, took her hand and kissed it theatrically. I smiled, but noticed Alicia pull her hand back quickly, almost wiping it on her jeans as she stuffed it into her pocket.

“Walk me home, sis.” She said, and immediately began to edge away from me towards the door.

“Hey. I’m not finished here yet.” I said, causing her to stop and look back impatiently. She looked at her watch.

“Mum’s expecting us both back for tea.” She said. “You know what she’s like about family Sundays. Besides, I don’t want tea to be late, I’ve got to be out again by eight-thirty.” I turned back to William and shrugged.

“Looks like I’ve got to be somewhere else.” I said and took a gulp of my beer. “You out later?” William shook his head. “Okay.” I said and as I grabbed my coat off the back of my chair he stood, hugged me briefly and pecked me lightly and unexpectedly on the lips.

“Good to see you again.” He said. “Shame you’ve got to go, we should catch up sometime, it’s been fun.” I nodded, zipped up my coat and followed Alicia towards the door.

The heavy pub door swung shut behind us with a solid slam and I thrust my hands into my pockets despite the mild summer’s evening. It was still light, but dark clouds hung heavy overhead and the air was dank and threatened rain. A light mist had begun to settle and hung around the lamp-posts like halos.

“Doesn’t that feel better.” Alicia said, linking her arm through mine and pulling herself close to me.

“Doesn’t what feel better?” I snapped, still feeling a little pissed that she’d dragged me away from William and a fresh drink.

“Well, for a start, knowing that you’re not going to wake up in the morning and realise that you’ve fucked William again.”

“I wasn’t going to fuck William. And what fucking business is that of yours anyway?” I said, stopping and turning towards her. She clearly had something to say, and from the way she’d reacted in the pub, clearly had a problem with Will.

“None whatsoever.” Alicia said, holding my gaze intently. “Of business to anyone of several other girlfriends though.” She paused and when I said nothing, she took my arm again and we began to walk along. “And you were going to fuck him. I could see it in your eyes.” I stopped again, but this time she just dragged me alongside her, her gaze fixed intently at some point in the middle distance.

“Who the fuck made you some kind of relationship guru? And how do you know so much about Will?” The first question, was perhaps a little snappy, the second was angry and aggressive and I regretted the tone as soon as I heard it. This time Alicia stopped, dragging me to a halt in the process by keeping a tight grip on my arm.

“Right.” She said, fixing me again with that intent stare of her striking jade eyes. “Firstly, and indeed most importantly, I love you. You’re my big sis, and you’ve spent most of your life looking out for me. But secondly, he’s a wanker. He cheated on you, he treated you like shit. He fucked you up and you’re still not over him. Thirdly, you don’t live around here anymore, I do. You don’t see him. I do. He’s a leech. He’s dating someone in my year for Christ sake. He’s also fucking Fiona.”

“Fiona from my year?”

“Yep. Little blond Fiona from your year at school. Quite frankly, he’ll dip his dick in anything that doesn’t move fast enough. He’s a tosser. That’s why I dragged you out of the pub. Because sis, you know what, you would’ve fucked him.”

We walked along the deserted streets, the silence only broken by the steady clop-clop of our shoes on the pavement.

“You out again tonight then?” I asked finally just to say anything to break the silence.

“Yep. Quick sandwich, change, then out again. Mum and dad have got friends coming over.”

“Who’s coming over?”

“There’s about ten of them I think, both sets of neighbours, Josh’s mum and dad, a few others, that’s all really.”

“What’s that all about?”

“Nothing really. Let’s face it, there’s nothing else to do.” Alicia said.

“So what are you up to then?”

“The same thing, just over at Josh’s. Me, Josh, the lad from next door, a few others from school, just hanging around. Tag along if you like, depending on what you’re up to.” Not a lot as it happened, there didn’t seem to be that many people keen on re-grouping down the Olde Bell, not even Will. And Alicia was right, I didn’t need to go there again. Besides, the lad next door was my age and I’m guessing all of Alicia’s friends were her age and still in the mood to celebrate the end of their exams. …

We left for Josh’s house when his parent’s turned up at ours. We stood in the hall briefly with the usual pleasantries, then made our excuses and swapped houses.

We arrived to find Josh there, obviously, and the lad from next door — who it would be easier to call Matthew. In terms of age, he was between Alicia and me, so had just completed his first year at university. I was a little surprised that he had nothing better to do with his evening, then out of the kitchen came his girlfriend, a tiny, slight girl with a startlingly pretty face that I couldn’t help but remember from the year below me at school. She introduced herself as Natalie, then apologised for not realising we had arrived, took our drinks order and returned to the kitchen.

“Expecting anyone else?” I asked the crowd in general as Natalie handed both Alicia and I the beers that we’d asked for along with a flute of sparkling wine. I must have looked a little strangely at Natalie.

“Hey, we’re going to celebrate the end of school all summer.” Natalie said. I could appreciate that. I toasted her and sipped the wine.

“Sarah and Dave should be here before long, and I guess Michael will come too, but whether he’ll have found anyone to bring with him remains to be seen. Just a few friends, nothing too grand.” Josh said.

“Very cosy.” I whispered to Alicia and gave her a nudge in the ribs. “Quite the little orgy you’ve got going here, once you lot have had a drink or two.” I was joking.

“Well, you never know your luck.” Alicia replied, with an unmistakable twinkle in her eye that somehow suggested that not only was I right, but it might not be the first time. It seemed nothing I could say could phase her. Thankfully, before I had to find something else to say, music burst forth from speakers that seemed to be all around the lounge as Josh plugged his i-pod into his parent’s stereo system.

“Right, right, right.” Josh hollered above the music. “Who’s for table tennis?” I stupidly looked around for a table, but fortunately kept my mouth shut as several others dived for the Wii sat beside the enormous television set and various controllers were thrown around. As I made room for the first players, I leant casually against the dividing wall of the huge living room that at some point had probably doubled as a dining room at the back of the house and a lounge at the front. In the back room a Twister mat was already spread out across the carpet — and I noticed the video camera was perched atop a cabinet nearby. Well it certainly didn’t look like we were going to be sitting around gossiping all night. I wondered what on earth I had let myself in for. I drained my beer and headed out to the kitchen for a refresh just as Sarah and Dave arrived. By the time I returned from the kitchen, carrying as many beers as I could manage, the first game of table tennis was already coming to an end and Michael too had made an appearance, as anticipated, by himself.

After everyone had had the chance to warm up with a couple of games — which was enough for everyone except me, who’d never played before — there was a bit of a huddle between the group.

“Same rules as last time?” Josh said. Some nods were immediate, some minds had to be cast back a little, then nods followed. “Excellent. Let the games begin.” And with that the group broke up, controllers were grabbed and suddenly I felt on the outside of a personal joke. As the first game started I sidled slowly up to Josh.

“What were the rules last time?” I asked casually, reaching up on the tips of my toes to whisper into his ear.

“Oh sorry Grace. Rules are simple. Whoever loses removes one item of clothing. Strip Wii. Not strip and wee though, that’s something entirely different and I draw the line way before that!” I dissected the statement in my mind. Strip Wii?

“Joking right?” Josh shook his head slowly. “What have I let myself in for?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t go home without a smile on your face — or something on your face at least.”

“I’m not wearing much as it is.” I said, but Josh just shrugged. “And, I’ve never even played on one before.” But he was uninterested by my protestations.

“Don’t worry about spending most of the night naked. This lot have already seen you like that anyway.” I coughed and nearly spat my beer all over the carpet. Josh was smiling, but not in a way that made me think he was joking.

“Am I the only person who’s not seen these videos?”

“Yup”

“So what’s Twister for?”

“Patience.” He said. “One thing at a time.”

“Right you lot.” He said to the group as he stepped away from me. “Grace is up next with Matthew, but she’s a Wii virgin, so be gentle.” Then he turned back to me. “Shoes don’t count.” He said, pointing at my ancient Reeboks. “They should have come off at the door when you came in. Have some respect for the crib, man.”

…

Needless to say, I lost. I tried to claim a moral victory by the fact that I’d not lost six-nil and had actually managed to claim a point, but it fell on deaf ears. Unprepared as I was for Strip Wii, I wasn’t even wearing socks beneath my trainers. The journey around the corner to Josh’s house was maybe 150 meters at most and I did have a habit of going barefoot when indoors. So not only was I the crappest in terms of my Wii expertise, I was wearing less than anyone else, and as such already had a decision to make. Off with my jeans and continue in my knickers, or off with my camisole and be immediately down to my bra. All eyes were on me, I looked down at my cami, it was not going to offer me any protection, hanging as it did to just over the waistband of my jeans. Oh well. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down over my hips, kicking them into the corner of the room before standing before the group with my hands on my hips. Eyes roved over my body before Josh directed everyone back to the next round of games.

Josh moved my turn to the final game of the next round, but it only prolonged my demise rather than avoiding it. By the time I lost my second game Alicia had also lost twice – and as a result both socks, Sarah had lost twice and had removed both hold ups, a few other items, mainly socks lay strewn around whilst both Josh and Michael were still fully clothed. Once again, all eyes are on me. I looked from face to face.

“Oh fuck it!” I said, and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my knickers and drew them slowly down my legs, before stepping out of them, stooping down and plucking them off the floor. “It’s not like there’s anyone here who hasn’t already seen my pussy.” A low whistle escaped someone’s lips. “Okay, maybe there was one.”

“Right. Let’s move on. What next?” After a brief discussion, which revolved around the fact that the boys still possessed most of their gear and we were playing sports that they were better at, it was decided to move onto Wii Fit and from somewhere a balance board was produced.

A quick flick through the activities did a little to put my mind at rest. I might be rubbish at table tennis, but as captain of the university hockey team, and unbeknownst even to my little sister, a trained, qualified fitness instructor, I was hoping this would give me a bit of a head start. I was after all, down to my last two items of clothing.

I figured I’d take the bull by the horns and I challenged Josh to the jogging. It was simple, I let him keep up with me until the final straight, then as the finishing line appeared, I out-sprinted him to the line and after a brief celebration, I feigned exhaustion and hunkered down by the settee as if to get my breath back.

“Oh that was close.” Someone behind me trilled.

“Lucky bitch!” Was Josh’s less than generous interpretation between deep breaths.

“Not luck, I’m just better than you.” I said, standing up and stretching my fingers towards the ceiling, both to extend the muscles in my lower back and to flash him an eyeful of my naked pussy.

“Let’s go again then.” Josh said, suddenly bouncing lightly on his toes.

“Rematch, rematch, rematch!” Broke out amongst the group before Alicia pushed me towards the television to accept the challenge.

The immediate rematch was very one sided. By the halfway point, Josh was already struggling, a diet of beer and cigarettes taking their toll. I crossed the line first with a healthy lead. Josh had, in the space of six minutes, lost both his socks and finally we had progress!

I retreated to the kitchen to refresh my beer. As I let the fridge door swing shut with a thump I noticed Sarah watching me from the doorway.

“Beer?” I asked, and when she nodded, I slid the bottle across the kitchen worktop towards her and retrieved a second one for myself. The silence seemed to stretch, the atmosphere somehow a little strained.

“You okay?” I asked, a little uneasily as I felt her eyes roving all over me. Sarah just nodded again. I started to walk towards her, there wasn’t much of a conversation going on here, but as I approached she finally spoke.

“Wait.” She croaked, then supped from the bottle and cleared her throat. “Can I, er,” she paused, took a deep breath and looked down at her shoes. “Can I touch it?”

“Touch what?” Although to be fair, I had an idea. She’d not taken her eyes off me since I’d flipped off my knickers.

“Erm.” I leant across and lifted her chin with the tip of my finger. Finally she lifted her eyes to meet mine.

“Only if I can touch yours as well.” She flinched a little, then smiled weakly. “Just joking. Why the fascination? Never seen one before?”

“I’ve never seen a shaven one before.” I must have laughed a little, I didn’t mean anything by it. I guess some people have seen a bit more and done a bit more than others.

“I’ve led a pretty quiet life.” She said, as if she could read my mind.

“Nothing wrong with that.” I said. Gently I took hold of her hand and as she watched me, I brushed her fingers over my cleanly shaven pussy. Sarah gasped. I felt her fingers spread inside my lips. I gasped.

“It’s so smooth.”. She whispered. “It’s such a, erm, clean feeling.”

“And so much bigger than when you started.” I groaned. “If you don’t stop soon, I’ll not let you go until I’m done with you.” Finally, Sarah looked at me with intrigue and maybe just a little lust, but even as she did so she retracted her hand.

“Curiosity sated?” I slipped my arm around her shoulders. “Come on, let’s get back to the party before anyone misses us.”

“Thanks.” She said with a nervous smile.

“The pleasure really was all mine. Perhaps I’ll let you finish me off properly later, or maybe I’ll return the favour, once your clothes are off.”

Back in the living room the jogging continued. In our absence Natalie had lost her top and was down to her bra, and Matthew was finally topless. Finally, the boys were getting a decent challenge.

“Come on you two, you’re both up next.” Matthew said, pointing towards Sarah and me.

Sarah made a decent game of it, but she was never going to win. I let her think I’d just pipped her at the post, then before she had the chance to do anything else, I pulled her shirt off over her head.

“Hey you. I’ve still got my socks on.”

“Too late. What’s next, jogging’s not really fair on any of you, I’ll have you all naked in no time.”

Natalie chose the Step routine — again assuming that the boys would be rubbish. She was right, but had no idea that she’d not put a challenge up to me at all. I’ve been teaching classes most of the way through university. Once you’re qualified and know what you’re doing it’s a damn easy way to make money. I can make more in a couple of classes than the girls are making at the dancing clubs – and with a hell of a lot less hassle.

Two rounds later I was still in my camisole and bra. The boys had lost both rounds, all were suddenly topless, now also presumably down to just trousers and boxers. I was certainly hoping there were not any Y-fronts in the room. I noticed them exchanging a couple of glances between them. I think they’d assumed the girls would all be naked by now, yet suddenly they were in danger of being the first.

With how boys are I guess it was not Michael, Dave or Matthew’s intention to spend a great deal of time stood naked next to Josh — unless they were all similarly endowed, in which case, why were we pissing about playing games when we could be rolling around on the carpet?

We changed games again and initially the obstacles course proved to be a little more of a challenge. I lost my first round to Alicia, but decided, much to the disappointment of the boys to remove my bra and leave my cami on.

For my second contest I drew Sarah out of the hat. She’d lost her skirt at some point, but I noticed she still sported both of her socks. It was a close run thing, but I just squeezed ahead of her before a giant swinging ball smacked her off the course and sent her tumbling into the sea below. As soon as she saw the result she knew what was coming and turned towards me. I reached around and unclipped her bra and tossed it onto the growing pile.

A few more rounds passed and two of the lads were down to their boxers, Sarah was doing pretty well, although she was topless and still had both her socks. Natalie was down to her bra and knickers, she must have been wearing everything she owned, I couldn’t really remember her actually winning anything. And finally Alicia — obviously also prepared for what the night held – had managed to retain her bra, knickers and vest top.

As the game seemed to be pretty even, we stuck it for another round. I was pitted against Josh and lost, so after a bad start and a strong middle, I was the first to be naked. As he had done to me, I challenged him immediately to a rematch.

“Why? When you lose, what do I get?” He said, pointing at my naked body with the neck of his beer bottle.

“Perhaps I’ll suck you off then.” I suggested, but Josh shrugged.

“That’s pretty much a given before the night’s out anyway.” He said.

“Okay then. Do it for a dare.” Natalie said. “If Josh wins, he gets to dare you to do something.” That seemed fair to me. I nodded. Josh nodded. The challenge was set.

As it happens, I thrashed him. I hoped all this physical activity wasn’t wearing him out too much. Anyway, now there were two of us naked.

As I watched Dave beat Michael, leaving him naked too. I couldn’t help notice the girls’ inability to tear their eyes away from Josh, Natalie was practically salivating at the sheer sight of his enormous cock. I had a pretty strong feeling that by the time he got to bed tonight, his cock would need most of January to recover.

The next twenty minutes saw the remaining clothes topple like dominos until everyone was sat around naked, and surprisingly comfortable in each other’s company. It made me wonder how many times this had happened. Even Sarah, who was so shy in my company, seemed to be perfectly at home — albeit with her arms cuddled around her knees in such a way that hid everything from view. From where I sat, she simply looked like a pair of legs and arms with a head balanced on top.

Drinks were refreshed and the sexual tension in the room spiralled upwards as eyes absorbed all the naked flesh around the room and conversation dried up. I craved attention. I was soaking wet and had a suspicion that Natalie was the same. She’d trimmed her bush down into a neat, cropped Brazilian, and her raspberry pink lips were so distended, they couldn’t be anything other than oily and wet. Amongst the boys there were a couple of budding erections, which I was beginning to hope were going to be put to their proper use some time in the not so distant future.

“So what’s next?” I asked, keen now I could see four eager cocks not to waste a great deal more time. I had assumed it would have something to do with Twister, but having presented them with an opportunity, I guess they changed the agenda to suit.

“Well now.” It was Matthew who spoke first. “I guess you were the first to lose an item of clothing and the first to be naked, so technically you lost.”

“Absolutely true.” Dave chipped in. “I reckon that deserves a forfeit.” Heads were nodded. Great I thought. They’ll make me run around the block naked or something like that. I’d been in enough hockey teams to know that the stock forfeit for anyone naked, is a quick trip to see the neighbours.

“I think we should have a live performance.” Josh said, getting up and retrieving the video camera. “After all, you did promise me one at Ali’s party.”

“Don’t remember promising.” I said, not caring, just relieved really that I hadn’t got to do anything outside that might involve me bumping into dad as he stood on the corner having a smoke.

“Doesn’t matter now anyway, it’s a forfeit for losing.”

“Loser, loser, loser!” Broke out in chorus around the room.

I stood up as the group fell silent, drained my beer, which was enough to make my head fuzz nicely, and straddled the armchair, facing them. I had their undivided attention.

Leaning back I spread my legs and relaxed, running my fingers down the length of my body. I paused briefly at my breasts and gave them both a squeeze. There was no need to linger, Sarah had made sure my nipples were awake.

I traced a path down my stomach, then walked my fingers over my pubic bone. As I suspected, my lips were swollen and wet. I rubbed slowly at my pussy lips with the tips of three fingers, moving them over and over in small concentric circles and with each motion, feeling my body relax.

I opened my eyes and found Sarah sitting on the floor with her back to settee, her legs still embraced in her arms. I pinned her gaze with mine for a moment, then motioned for her to come to me. Her reaction was not immediate, but I do think that she would’ve come to me on her own accord, but her delay was enough for Dave to give her a nudge and at that she came towards me.

As she stood and stretched I could already see her pussy was completely clean shaven, without a single wisp of the blond bush I had expected. She must have sensed me staring. She strode confidently over to me, her arms swinging by her side and knelt down beside me.

“Sorry!” She said with a shrug, the corners of her mouth just creeping upwards. “I couldn’t resist it.”

“You cheeky bitch.” I whispered as she stared at me.

“Nice pussy by the way.” There was an unmistakably twinkle in her eyes and I wondered briefly how I could be played so easily by someone two years younger than me. “Does it taste as good as it feels?”

“Why don’t you find out?” I said, wondering if anyone else could hear us. But unfortunately, instead of burying her head between my legs Sarah straddled the chair’s second arm and followed my lead until we were masturbating in unison, both of us bucking our hips up in rhythm to meet the two fingers we had inside ourselves. A second quick look around the room confirmed that we now had four very ready cocks.

Sarah was completely submerged, her eyes scrunched shut and her inhibitions totally subdued. As I fingered myself, I rubbed my pubic bone with the heel of my hand, but after a few moments, it was not enough and I sought out my button with my other hand. Just the first touch brought my climax stampeding towards me and for the first time, I gave out an involuntary whimper that rose to a long, deep moan.

“Oh yeah!” I moaned a little louder, suddenly remembering that I was being filmed. “That feels so good.” I pushed my hips up to meet my fingers more frantically. “Umm. Shit. That’s gonna make me cum.” I panted, perhaps a little theatrically. Whether I’d succeeded in egging Sarah on or if she too was close to teasing an orgasm out of her body it was impossible to tell, but her moans increased in both rhythm and volume as she rubbed frantically around her clitoris.

My mind filled with an image of four cocks stood over me, ready to pump their cream all over my tits and it was more than enough to finish the job.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” I cried out and felt my orgasm hit me once, then continue to flow through my veins like an electric current. My hips twitched and my muscles gripped my fingers like a vice. Sweat had burst out on my forehead and I felt a drip trickle down my temples into my hair.

I opened my eyes to see things had moved on somewhat. Natalie had succumbed to temptation and was watching Sarah and I intently whilst playing gently with her pussy, whilst Alicia munched away on Matthew’s cock, his hand pinning her down into his lap as he sat cross legged on the floor and she knelt on all fours, her pert bottom pointing in the air.

Josh focussed his attention — and his camera – on Sarah, whose vibrant moans now mixed with Matthew’s increasingly guttural grunts.

Sarah’s eyes were still clamped shut, her face screwed up in her increasing desire. I rolled off the armchair and crawled on all fours until I was in front of her. With her presumably still oblivious of my presence, I ran my tongue slowly between her fingers. She jumped and her eyes snapped open. This could only go one of two ways. I saw an instant of panic in her face and my heart sank a little as I expected her to push me away in disgust. I ran my tongue over her pussy again, but this time rather than jump, she moaned, relaxing back onto the chair.

The third time I licked her, her fingers slipped free, giving me full access, and as those fingers entwined into my hair, she pulled me with considerable vigour towards her wet sex. With permission granted, I sucked greedily on her lips. I wanted her to cum quickly, tonight was not a night to be teased, there was far too much candy to be eaten to savour each individual bit.

I closed my mouth over her lips and sucked them into my mouth. Sarah’s whimper instantly grew to what can only be described as a primeval growl. She slid along the arm of the chair so she was closer to me and ground her pussy into my face.

“Fuck yes.” She moaned. “Make me cum. Suck my pussy.” She wailed as her ecstasy grew. I continued to suck hungrily on her lips, then pushed two fingers inside her. It was enough. She wailed until her lungs were drained and I felt her quiver beneath my grip. As she fell silent, I released her lips and slowly lapped at them with the end of my tongue until her eyes snapped open and she almost swatted me away.

“Stop. Enough.” She panted, covering her pussy with her hand to prevent me further access.

Then suddenly, without warning, there was a cock inside me. What was this, tag-team fucking? I squealed with surprise. It wasn’t Josh, I also guess it wasn’t Matthew. My squeal simply encouraged them on and hands gripped my hips. It was nice to know that I couldn’t perch on all fours, waving my wet pussy at a room of men for long without one of them taking the bait.

“God that feels good.” I moaned. It’d been a month since I’d last had a fuck. And it was a crap one. I’d forgotten how much I needed it. I guess Alicia was right, I would have ended up in bed with William, or if I was drunk enough, just somewhere on the walk home.

The rutting male fucked me purely for his own benefit, his nails digging into my hips. This wasn’t a two way thing, it was the release of a man who has had a hard-on for too long. I didn’t care, I’d had my nice orgasm, if he fucked one out of me as well, then that was a bonus.

Sarah stayed perched on her armchair watching us, her fingers inching ever closer back towards her pussy.

“Come on, harder.” I moaned. “Don’t be shy.”

The rhythm increased and I braced my hands against the armchair so I could push back onto his cock. My body was slick with sweat as I bucked and pushed as deep as I could onto his cock.

“Come on. Fuck me.” I ordered, as I heard his breathing shorten and realised he was close to climax.

“Fuck!” He panted. “Fuck yeah, that’s fucking excellent pussy.” Now there’s a compliment you don’t hear every day.

“When you’re ready mate.” I heard Josh say. It meant nothing to me. Suddenly his cock was gone. Hands grabbed my arms and I was manhandled across the room. They sat me next to Alicia with my back to the settee, exactly where Sarah had been sat before she’d joined me on the armchair.

Michael stepped towards me, his cock clasped in his fist, his face red. He stood over me and I realised what was coming. I pushed my tits together and tipped my head back.

“Do it. Cum all over me.” I gasped. “Cum on me. Treat me like your whore.”

Cum rained down onto my cheeks and chin, then down my neck and finally onto my tits, I moaned my appreciation and slowly rubbed it into my tits until they glistened with hot, sticky seed.

I opened my eyes to see that Josh was still filming both Alicia and I. Alicia was covered in Matthew’s cum. It was everywhere, but mainly on her face.

“Do they always do that?” I whispered as Josh zoomed in on our filthy faces.

“Without fail.” She panted, then planted a kiss on my lips so I could taste Matthew’s seed as well as that of Michael.

…

Drinks were brought in and I stayed slumped against Alicia and the settee. The Wii was slid back beneath the television and replaced with a laptop plugged into the television that filled with video clips taken from amateur porn sites. The room was silent with all eyes on the television.

Suddenly it crossed my mind if that was why everything was recorded. Would the clips include people within the group? Would tonight’s tape find its way onto the internet? I took a sip from my beer, unable to tear my eyes away from the television. Were the first videos Josh had taken of me already on the internet? Suddenly that thought filled my head and my heart beat harder. When I’d asked him if everyone had seen the videos he’d said yes. I’d meant everyone in the room. Had he just meant everyone? With that thought rolling through my head, my attention turned back to the television. Internet porn had never really appealed to me before. In fact, porn full-stop had never really appealed. It was always too over-produced and too plastic. But I’d be the first to admit that it was difficult to take my eyes off the television now. Poorly filmed, poorly lit porn, but containing real people, was something else entirely. Very sexy indeed. I sat in silence and slowly drank my beer.

I’ve no idea how long it took me to tear my eyes away from the television, but I realised that I was still covered in cum.

“Think I’m going to clean myself up a little.” I whispered over to Alicia, who I could see was also gripped, her left hand slowly creeping towards her lap. “You coming?” Alicia shook her head but after a moment turned slowly towards me.

“Nope. Can’t.” She said. Her face was still covered in cum and what little seemed to have slipped off her face was drying into a crust on her neck and breasts.

“Can’t?”

“It’s all part of the dares. You had to wank for Josh because you were the first to lose your clothes. I was the first to be cummed on. I’ve got a choice. I’ve got to take delivery of the pizzas when they arrive. I can either go to the door naked or clothed but like this” She said. “My choice.”

“So you’re going down the clothed but cummed-on route?”

“Not decided. Might go naked as well, just to get one up on them.”

“Another drink?” There didn’t seem a great deal else left to say. Alicia nodded and I clambered creakingly to my feet and headed for the bathroom.

…

I walked back downstairs to find Josh alone in the dining room rummaging through some cupboards and clattering plates and glasses around.

“Are you emptying the dishwasher?” I asked, taking a detour rather than heading straight back to the lounge.

“Some people’s chores are never done.” He said as he turned towards me. There was a moment when we both just stared at each other in silence, then I realised I was walking slowly towards him. I reached out and took his semi-erect cock in my hand. “So when do we get to play with this?” I asked, staring up into his eyes.

“Whenever you like.” He said, with the slightest moan as I began to feel the blood rush into his meat.

“Just seems like you’ve been a little reluctant so far.” He just watched me in silence. His cock was now solid and so thick I could barely enclose my fingers around it. “Although, you seem a little less reluctant now.” I said, squeezing him tightly in my fist.

Suddenly I was in his arms. He carried me across to the polished dark wood dining table and draped me across it. The sudden shock of the cold wood against my hot skin made me gasp and arch my back.

I watched as he stood between my legs and gently pulled my ankles apart with his hands. Then he pulled me slowly across the table towards him. I could see his cock bobbing expectantly. As he pulled me closer a thought flashed across my mind. Would I be able to take him all? Or, in fact, pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to, how much of him would I be able to take, and for how long?

I shivered as the head of his cock nuzzled against my lips. I exhaled slowly and tried to relax, counting slowly to ten in my head. Josh pulled my ankles even further apart and I reached down between my legs and found his cock. I rubbed it luxuriously along the length of my lips until it was slick with my juice, then positioned him over my hole.

Instantly, I felt him increase the pressure. He was slow, yet insistent. I breathed slowly, in, out, in, out and felt myself begin to relax. I pushed my hips up to meet him tentatively and felt the very tip of his cock nuzzle inside me. Still he pushed forward with gentle persistence. Suddenly, I yielded and my pussy swallowed the first few inches of his meat.

“Oh fucking amazing!” I panted. He pulled away slowly, easing what little was inside me back out, then his next thrust slipped another inch inside me. He rocked back and forth slowly, but with each penetration tested another inch to see how much I would be able to manage, but even staring down and watching half of it inside me, I was already full enough. I concentrated on gripping his cock as tightly as possible, but in all fairness, it was hardly a challenge as his monster cock stretched me wider than anything I had ever attempted to take before.

As Josh’s thrusts became more insistent, I could feel more and more of him inside me and as his excitement grew he pushed harder and I squealed in pain.

“Fuck no! Too fucking deep.” I squealed in both shock and pain, and instantly — and too his credit — I felt what seemed like a mile of cock slide out of my body. After a moments respite he was back inside me, again building slowly up towards the half way point.

His rhythm altered and I wondered if it was one he’d had to adapt to, after all I doubt whether he’d ever managed to force all of his meat inside anyone yet. Short stabbing motions made the most of half of his cock and kept me almost constantly full.

His eyes never left my face as he fucked me, but as his stare became more and more glazed I guessed he was probably approaching his climax.

In the end, his cock was simply too much, it was a challenge I could not win. As his breath began to shorten, I was worried his enthusiasm would drive his cock back inside me too deeply and I just couldn’t relax.

I slipped from his grip and off the table. Kneeling before him, I wrapped my tits around his shaft and with each thrust between my cleavage I swallowed his tip, licking and slurping all my own cream from his cock.

“So, you ready to come all over my face?” I pouted, looking up into his eyes to find myself once more staring into a camera lens. “Where did you get that from?” I asked with a shake of my head.

“Suck it.” Was all I got in response, so I obeyed.

I could actually feel his pulse throbbing through his cock. How did he not faint when he stood up with a hard-on? The damn thing must need nearly a gallon of blood by itself.

“Come on. Cum on me.” I urged between thrusts. “Do it. Do it now.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Then he was in control. He clenched his cock in his fist and almost before he touched it, it erupted. As he had done in my bedroom just a few days before, he came hard, his semen squirting from his cock as if under tremendous pressure. The first volley cleared me completely. I felt some of it splash on the soles of my feet as I knelt on the carpet, the rest was much better directed and within moments I was smothered in cum again having only just cleaned myself up.