by Felix Baron
I was the problem. If a man was present, Asuka couldn’t help but ‘perform’. If I ‘removed’ myself …?
Thinking of ‘games’ reminded me of being forced to amuse visiting girl cousins, when I was a boy and had not yet attained puberty. After my voice broke, entertaining girls stopped being a chore.
But before my beard had sprouted, we’d played parlour games, Cribbage, I Spy, Hunt the Thimble and one game that amused me both pre- and post-adolescence – Truth, Dare and Consequences. I revised the rules in my head and adapted them to our circumstances – and to the end I intended. My version was simpler than the original – just Dare and Consequence.
I signalled my girls to huddle with me and explained my idea in whispered French, then in English, for Asp’s sake. They suppressed giggles. I took myself to the rear, lowered the sacking blind and lay down. The girls heaped furs on me until I was invisible. I called, ‘You won’t see me again until after dark,’ and covered myself again, leaving a peep-hole.
My girls resumed their seats. Fatima raised her voice. ‘Asuka, Jia Li! There are no men in sight now. We three are going to play a game, just girls having girl-fun. Will you join us?’
Two pretty heads showed. ‘Where did he go? When will he return?’ Asuka asked.
‘English doesn’t tell us where he goes, but we know he has made a close friend of Zema,’ Maria replied, winking. ‘As for how long, he said we wouldn’t see him again until after dark.’
‘Ah so!’ Asuka sighed. Something about her changed. It was nothing obvious, but it seemed that she became more of a real woman. ‘I like games. Which one is it to be?’ she asked.
‘Come sit with us,’ Fatima invited.
Maria said, ‘The game is called Dare or Consequence. I will be the first Mistress. I will dare each of you, in turn, to perform some deed. If you refuse, you will pay a consequence after the game is done.’
‘Consequence?’ Asuka asked.
‘Six spanks on the bottom,’ Maria told her.
Jia Li giggled. ‘Please, who will do the spanking?’
‘We vote for that.’
‘And when you have dared all four of us?’ Asuka wanted to know.
‘Then another will be Mistress, and so on, till all five of us have had a turn. That way, none of us will be too demanding of any other, for the tables will be turned soon enough.’
Asuka thought. ‘So when each has had a turn as Mistress, those who owe consequences take their spankings?’ She narrowed her eyes at Jia Li. ‘There are those who might refuse dares, in happy anticipation of those smacks.’
‘True,’ Maria said, ‘but accepting the dares can be fun as well, as you will see when we get into the spirit of the game.’
Fatima reached to put a hand on Asuka’s kimono-covered knee. ‘Try it, Asuka. You’ll like it, and we are eager to play with you.’
Asuka nodded. ‘Very well. Who will you dare first, Maria?’
‘In order as we are seated. Fatima, I dare you to bare a breast for us all to see.’
Fatima put three fingers to her lips in mock shock. After a moment’s contemplation, she shrugged her left shoulder out of her toga and pulled the fabric down until her breast lolled free. Jia Li giggled. Asuka pulled a fan from her obi, spread it and covered her mouth, but eyed Fatima’s breast over it with some interest.
Maria touched Asp, who spoke no French, to get her attention. She made sucking noises with her lips and then pointed at Fatima’s breast. Asp nodded happily and bent to her allotted task. Her cheeks hollowed. She bared her teeth to show that they were sinking into the breast’s softness. When she released the delicate flesh, it was wet with saliva and indented with tooth marks.
Fatima was flushed with pleasure.
‘Asuka, I dare you to – to let down your hair.’
Without hesitation, the geisha began plucking the needles from her top-knot. ‘Are you making it easy for me, because I am new?’
‘Perhaps.’
‘Please don’t.’
‘You have already performed my dare, Asuka, but I’m sure that Fatima will remember your brave words when she is Mistress.’
Asuka’s hair tumbled to her waist.
Maria continued, ‘Jia Li, I am sure that you have lovely legs. I dare you to bare them for us.’
The Chinese threw a glance at Asuka, as if asking permission, stood up, reached up under her pyjamas’ top, and let her trousers fall. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see her lower limbs but my girls paid them pretty compliments. Her top reached her hips and just below, so none of her intimate parts were exposed, so far.
Maria said, ‘And now Fatima will be Mistress.’
Fatima said, ‘As your new Mistress, I reverse the order. Maria, you shall be first. I dare you to unsheathe your special little toy and perform for us as a sword-swallower might.’
Maria had come a long way since the days when the nature of her toy shamed her. She drew the dildo from its sheath with a flourish. Jia Li gasped. Asuka’s eyes widened. Maria dangled the jade phallus from her fingers, bent her head back, opened wide, and lowered. Inch by inch, the obscene object descended. When the hilt kissed her lips and it was obvious that several inches had to be down her throat, she released her hold and worked the muscles in her neck, making the dildo bob up and down.
Asuka had the grace to applaud. ‘One day, I’d like to try that feat,’ she said.
‘By all means. Jia Li, you are next,’ Fatima said. ‘I dare you to come to me, kneel before me, and allow me to do whatever I wish to you for the length of time Maria takes to count to one hundred.’
Jia Li licked her lips. ‘Anything you wish?’
‘Yes.’
‘I – I …’ The lovely little Chinese made up her mind and went to kneel before Fatima, trembling, but not entirely from fear.
Fatima pulled her close, knotted a fist in her hair and bent her head back. Jia Li didn’t need to be told to part her lips. Her tongue was already extended when Fatima’s mouth descended.
Maria, belatedly, started counting. She didn’t hurry to catch up.
As Fatima savoured Jia Li’s mouth, her free hand fumbled for the loops that fastened her jacket and released them, one by one. By the time Maria reached thirty, the jacket was hanging from Jia Li’s shoulders and Fatima was cupping a delicate breast, with her thumb and finger working on the dark brown cone of its nipple.
Jia Li hadn’t objected. Nor had her friend, Asuka. Fatima’s hand smoothed down the girl’s sleek torso, caressed the delicate curve of her belly and dipped to cup and compress her pubic mound.
‘This game,’ Asuka asked, ‘by the time we come to the last one, what will be the manner of the dares, I wonder?’
‘You may withdraw from the game if you lack the courage to continue,’ Maria interrupted her counting to offer.
Asuka chuckled behind her fan. ‘And leave my curiosity unsatisfied? No, I will see it through to the very end.’
Maria finished, ‘Ninety-nine, one hundred.’
As Jia Li returned, shakily, to her seat, Fatima looked at Asuka. ‘I have long wondered what a geisha wears beneath her kimono, Asuka. I dare you to show us.’
The Japanese stood, shrugged, snapped her fan closed and laid it aside. Her obi unravelled. With a cocked head and a smile, Asuka slipped her kimono from her shoulders. It might not have been so for all geishas, but this one wore – not exactly nothing beneath her kimono. Her naked body was criss-crossed by tight scarlet silk cords. They ran above and below her pert little breasts, tilting and extruding them. They encircled her hips and descended in a V that framed her puffy little mound while neither concealing it nor impeding free access to it.
Maria gasped, ‘Jesus!’
Asp drawled a dry, ‘Delicious!’
Fatima asked, ‘Do you go about like that all the time?’
‘No,’ Asuka answered. ‘This is special for your Richard. Had he shown more patience and better manners, I am the reward he’d have been given.’
‘Y
our loss,’ Fatima told her.
‘He is a good lover?’
‘The best I’ve ever had,’ Maria said.
‘Me too,’ Fatima agreed.
I was flattered, but my girls knew I was listening. It’d be nice to think that they’d still have praised me had I not been present, but I am not a vain man, as any who know me will affirm.
Fatima took a breath and turned to Asp. ‘I dare you …’ She paused, remembering that Asp had no French. She pointed to Asp’s mouth and extended her own wagging tongue.
Asp nodded. ‘I get it. You want me to lick someone’s cunny. I’m game. Whose?’
Fatima understood the nod, at least. She jabbed her forefinger in the direction of Asp’s own private parts.
‘Myself? You want me to show off? The Japanese girl thought she had some surprises for us, didn’t she. I’ll show her.’ She dropped her trousers and pulled her tunic off. Without visible effort, Asp lifted her knees high enough that she could plant the soles of her feet flat on the bench, one to each side of her slender bottom. Hugging her own shins, she bent herself, lowering her face all the way down to her own privates. Asp’s distorted position had parted her cunny’s lips. She lapped into herself with rapid little licks, like a thirsty kitten at a bowl of milk.
Asuka let out a torrent of Japanese, reverting to her own language in her excitement. Recovering, she added, ‘When I am Mistress, my dare will put you to the test, Snake Girl!’
‘She speaks no French,’ Fatima reminded her, ‘but don’t be so sure you’ll test her. Our Asp is capable of incredible feats.’ She made a two-handed flourish towards Asp, indicating that she was passing the role of Mistress on. I wondered how she’d manage to challenge the others when she knew no French. Her mime-shows proved sufficient.
She pointed at Fatima. Fatima nodded, ready to be dared. Asp stood, lifted one foot up on to the bench, and made a show of folding the fingers of her right hand into a ‘dagger’ and mimed stabbing into her own cunny. Fatima nodded once more and followed directions, one hand holding her improvised garment up to her waist, the other thrusting into herself, deeply enough that all her knuckles disappeared, vigorously enough that her one bared breast bounced.
The air became redolent with the fragrant aroma of female arousal, and it wasn’t all from Fatima’s copious lubrication. Jia Li was squirming on her bare bottom. Asuka’s thighs were clamped together and moving subtly.
Asp monitored Fatima’s depraved performance until the Egyptian’s face flushed and she bit her lower lip. Then, a hand on Fatima’s arm halted her before she reached completion.
Clever Asp! She knew that I wanted all five women to be well aroused before I made my dramatic entrance. Perhaps her cunning came from her knowledge of the English tongue. I firmly believe that the languages we speak influence our abilities. The Arabic ones enhance skills in mathematics and science. Many Far Eastern ones, Hindi and Urdu in particular, increase spirituality. English encourages craftiness. Ask any Frenchman.
It became Maria’s turn. Before Asp had the chance to mime her dare, the Spaniard slipped out of her chemise and set it aside. The little minx had become quite the exhibitionist. In exaggerated dumb-show, Asp indicated that Maria was to use her dildo once again, but in the more customary manner. Obediently, Maria stood with one foot on the bench and turned so that all the women could see what she was doing. Unfortunately, that hid the details from me, but I’d seen this performance several times before. I was able to enjoy a rear view, the dildo in Maria’s fist, thrusting upwards, and the way her tight little bottom clenched and relaxed in response to each stroke. I could hear Maria’s pants coming faster and was just beginning to wonder whether Asp intended to let Maria reach her climax, when my lithesome one reached out to still Maria’s arm.
Asp turned to Jia Li, who wore that strange look only a deeply submissive woman can wear – apprehension blended with anticipation. The Chinese put a hand to her own cunny and raised an eyebrow. Asp shook her head. She pointed at Jia Li, turned her back to her, bent to lay her hands on the bench and spread her stiff legs wide. Jia Li understood. By the time Asp turned back, she was already in the same vulnerable position she’d seen demonstrated, and swaying her rump as if challenging Asp to do her worst.
Asp started by giving each of Jia Li’s cheeks a hard open-handed smack. The girl reacted by hollowing her back and elevating her bottom, inviting, almost begging for more of the same. Depraved Jia Li! Clever Asp!
She made the girl wait but it wasn’t a spanking that she had in mind. Asp sucked on a finger and then put her hands on Jia Li’s cheeks, to spread them. She spat into the crease, with what accuracy I couldn’t tell, and worked her finger into the Chinese girl’s bottom, quite quickly and without hesitation. No doubt Asp had discerned that Jia Li’s back passage wasn’t unused to such invasions.
After no more than six thrusts, Asp put two fingers together for half a dozen more, then three at once for a final six. By then Jia Li was writhing and pushing back. My cock reacted. Eager sodomites, when female and pretty, have that effect on me. Most young women fornicate whenever given the chance. A goodly proportion of the gender will readily perform fellatio. Only the most concupiscent enjoy being buggered. It’s a woman’s lust that engenders mine most surely. I’d sooner bed a plain woman who seethes with desire than a lovely one who lacks passion.
None of my present companions lacked it, of course. Nor were any of them plain.
My loincloth was making me uncomfortable, so I shed it.
Asp allowed that Jia Li had fulfilled her dare – too soon for the Chinese’s liking. Jia Li turned to sit, but Asp restrained her, signalling that she should maintain the pose.
It was Asuka’s turn. Asp pointed to her. She nodded. Asp’s tongue extended, wriggling in serpentine fashion. Asuka signed that she understood, she was to lick someone, somewhere. Asp pointed to Jia Li’s bottom-hole, which I imagined was quite dilated by then, the result of Asp’s vigorous triple-finger-fucking.
Asuka looked blank. Asp repeated her mime. Asuka shook her head. Asp had struck on the one thing that Asuka would not do – perform analingus on a girl who she had dominated into submission. I’m sure it was a matter of pride of rank, not of distaste for the act itself.
Asp gave Maria a questioning look.
Maria asked Asuka, ‘You accept the consequences of refusal?’
‘Six slaps? I accept, provided Jia Li isn’t appointed to carry out the punishment.’
‘Oh no,’ Maria agreed. ‘Jia Li would be much too lenient. We’re sure to elect someone much stronger and much more vicious.’ She turned to the little Chinese. ‘I’m sure Asp will allow you to sit, now that your bum isn’t required. Now it’s your turn to be Mistress.’
Jia Li covered her face with her hands and shook her head. Maria waited patiently. Eventually, the Chinese whispered, ‘I couldn’t.’
Maria looked around at the others. ‘If you can’t, you can’t, Jia Li. English has a rule that no one shall be forced to perform any act they find repugnant.’ She grinned. ‘Even so, I think that you should accept consequences in lieu of doing your duty. I propose – six slaps.’ She paused. ‘From each of us.’
Jia Li looked from between her fingers and nodded. ‘I accept.’
‘Including from English.’
Jia Li dropped her hands, beamed and nodded enthusiastically.
Asuka declared, ‘And now I am Mistress, am I not?’
‘You are. We await your dares.’
‘Then I dare Fatima to perform the act I have just refused.’
Fatima smiled. ‘Lick that lovely little Chinese bum-hole? By all means!’ She reached Jia Li before the girl had time to assume the required pose. Fatima’s hands spun her to face the bench and pressed her head down. Her knee between the girl’s thighs parted them.
There was something about Jia Li that inspired others to manhandle and command her. It’s a quality only the deeply submissive possess.
Fatima spread the Chinese�
�s cheeks and squirmed her face into the narrow valley. With a great smacking of lips, she slobbered and snuffled, letting everyone hear what it would have been difficult to watch. Jia Li’s moans of pleasure reached a higher pitch when Fatima reached between her thighs to frig her clit.
Leaving the pair of girls to their devices, Asuka strode to Asp. She touched one of the girl’s ankles, then the right hand bench, and the other ankle, followed by the opposite bench.
Asp nodded. She dropped to all fours between the aisles and lowered her elbows until her forearms were flat on the floor. Her shoulders went forward, beyond her hands. Her balance shifted until she was able to raise her legs and rock like a seesaw on the fulcrum of her elbows. Asp’s long slender legs lifted and straightened out in opposite directions until her feet rested on the two benches.
She swayed, once, twice, three times, and heaved herself upwards. When her torso formed a perfect upright right-angle with her legs, she flung her arms out for balance, and stayed there, poised in that precarious pose.
All, except Fatima and Jia Li applauded. Even I whispered, ‘Well done!’
It transpired that there was more to Asuka’s dare than that Asp perform a lissom miracle. ‘May I borrow your toy?’ she asked Maria.
Maria handed the dildo over. Asuka stretched out on her back with her face directly beneath Asp’s cunny. She reached up and wriggled the jade phallus into Asp with a deft twisting motion. Unbid, Asp gave a little bounce, encouraging further penetration.
Without pausing in her play, Asuka told Maria, ‘Your dare is to serve me, with your mouth and tongue. Do you understand?’ She spread her thighs and lifted her bottom by way of explanation.
‘Is this what you want?’ Maria asked. She knelt between Asuka’s legs and set her lips and tongue to play between the scarlet cords that bracketed her cunny.
With all five distracted, none looking in my direction, I decided that it was time to make my appearance. I set the pile of furs that covered me aside, stood up, and flexed my legs to make our carriage rock.