by C. W. Niess
“Yes,” Tina and Alicia said almost in unison.
Monica pulled three glass jars from the plastic storage box and set them on her desk. The containers had tiny strips of brightly colored paper in them. One jar had pink paper, another blue, and the third green.
“This game will go three rounds,” Monica continued. “Best two out of three wins. Okay?”
“Okay,” Tina responded.
Alicia nodded her head nervously.
“Each jar represents a different round in our game,” Monica said as she picked up the jar containing the pink strips. “For each round, you will take turns drawing, and you will be expected to do whatever is on the paper. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“During the first two rounds, your objective will be to perform your task without our bluebird friend blowing his load. If you finish your dare, and the bird doesn’t cum, it’s the other girl’s turn. Whoever makes him blow out loses the round. If the game is tied after two rounds, we’ll have a special tie-breaker round with different rules.”
“That’s fucking awesome,” Tina said. “Sorry, 'Licia. I’ve got this shit in the bag.”
“Like hell you do,” Alicia retorted, but less confidently.
“So let the games begin,” Monica declared with a smile. “Who wants to draw first?”
“I’ll go,” Tina insisted jamming her hand into the glass jar and choosing a pink slip of paper. Tina smiled brightly as she read the barely legible scribbling. “No problem at all. I can do this.”
“What’s it say?” Alicia asked curiously.
“It says I have to kiss his neck for sixty seconds.”
“Really?” Alicia asked incredulously. “That’s all she has to do?”
“Be patient,” Monica said to Mark's skinny blonde stepsister. “It’s a long night, and the tasks’ll get better along the way.”
“Here we go,” Tina said as she approached the bed and leaned into Mark’s neck.
Mark felt Tina’s black hair draped over his naked chest and forearm as her lips made contact with the side of his neck. Tina started with several quick pecks as if she were kissing a relative or friend. After a few seconds, however, Tina put her left hand on Mark’s chest and pressed her tongue against his neck. Tina slid her right hand under his mask and began rubbing his face. Mark’s mouth and chin were exposed as Tina’s kissing grew more passionate.
The muscles in Mark’s arms and neck clenched involuntarily as Tina’s wet tongue took swift yet smooth swipes against his sensitive skin. He felt his dick throbbing as her hand moved down his chest toward his stomach; it felt like she was reaching for his cock. She pressed her lips intently into his neck and swatted her tongue against his throat like a cat lapping ice cold milk from a bowl.
Mark thought about the bratty little girl who grew up with his stepsister tormenting him every day of his life. He was her property now. His only solace was that Tina didn’t know who he was. She didn’t know yet anyway.
“Time,” Monica yelled. “You can stop now.”
As Tina pulled away, Mark contorted his chin and mouth to reposition his mask. As much as he hated Tina, she was a great kisser. He found himself very conflicted; the thought that he had enjoyed the experience only enhanced his sense of humiliation.
Mark reclaimed his bearings and considered what was next. As much as it felt wrong having Tina kissing his neck, it would be a thousand times more awkward having his own stepsister doing something similar. His dick was moments away from release. What if he couldn’t hold his excitement as Alicia did whatever that next pink paper told her to do? What would that say about him?
Mark always thought his stepsister was cute, but he was never sexually attracted to her in any way. Even though they weren’t biologically related, Alicia was still his little sister.
“What?” Alicia squealed as she looked at her chosen paper.
“What’s it say?” Tina asked gleefully.
“Lick whipped cream off his stomach,” Alicia returned.
“Ooh,” Monica said as she dug through her box of goodies and pulled out a can of whipped topping. “You even get a delicious snack.”
Monica approached Mark and looked him in the eye. She stared down at her captive bluebird and reveled in what was about to happen, in what she was going to make happen. She was the puppet master of this game. Mark had no choice but to do as she asked, and Alicia and Tina were falling perfectly in line with her plan.
The can hissed as Monica squirted the wet runny substance onto Mark’s stomach. The whipped topping mixed in with his thin layer of pubic hair. Tiny streams of white liquid dripped down the side of his stomach and between his legs.
“All yours,” Monica said as she motioned for Alicia to begin. “Be careful with that dick. You don’t want your whipped cream mixed with something less tasty.”
“Less tasty?” Tina joked as her best friend gazed down on the non-dairy dessert topping. “Let’s let Alicia be the judge of that.”
Mark’s body convulsed as his stepsister stood over his bed inspecting the generous layer of whipped cream above and surrounding his genitals. How could she not realize who she was about to lick clean?
Visibly nervous and uncomfortable, Alicia crawled onto the bed beside Mark and hovered over his torso. She leaned in barely touching her tongue to his stomach.
“Thata girl,” Monica encouraged. “Better hurry up, now.”
Cautiously, Mark’s sister took another lick. She looked up at his face with an unsatisfied grin; He turned his masked head partly in shame but mostly out of fear that she would recognize him.
As Alicia continued licking, Mark’s breath sputtered like a car failing to start. Her tongue was warm with its motion slow and deliberate; it was a stark contrast to Tina’s fluttering advances. Alicia tried to get as much cream off Mark’s body while making as little contact as possible. This was all right with Mark, who also wanted this over quickly.
“You have to get it all,” Monica warned Alicia as the dirty blonde started lapping up cream like a dog.
Alicia’s tongue moved down Mark’s lower stomach and toward his cock. Blood rushed to Mark’s penis; his balls felt warm, and his dick pulsated like the skin was about to explode from its stem. Alicia's tongue felt both familiar and illicit as it inched below his belly button. While he tried to think of anything else, his mind was fixated on his stepsister’s tongue mere inches from his manhood. If he came now, Mark would do so all over Alicia’s face.
Alicia’s tongue and lips weaved through Mark’s pubic hair like an explorer cutting through the jungle with a machete. Mark could see her dirty blonde head moving around his cock. His stomach twitched, and his hands shook uncontrollably. His toes curled to the point of pain. “Hold it in. Just hold it in,” Mark thought to himself. He couldn’t let himself release. Not now.
“That’s it,” Alicia proclaimed. She stepped away from the bed to admire her handiwork. “All done.”
Mark breathed a sigh of relief.
Monica made Alicia lap up a few abandoned whipped cream particles, a final step that took only a few seconds. Mark was glad he didn’t cum, but he knew he didn’t have much resistance left. Unless Tina drew a paper daring her to take a nap, he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold back. At this point, Mark wasn’t certain he wanted to hold back.
Tina drew another pink strip of paper from the jar, and the nineteen-year-old read her task. “Yours is to place then remove five rings from the subject’s cock. You may only use your mouth.”
“Good luck with that,” Alicia added with a wide smile.
“No problem,” Tina bragged. Her lips pursed as she shook her head at Alicia. “I’ve always been good with my mouth.”
“At least that’s the word on the street,” Alicia scoffed.
Monica pulled five plastic rings from her box and threw them on the bed between Mark’s legs. Two of the rings were practically under Mark’s ass. “Go fish, sis,” Monica quipped.
The rings wer
e similar to shower curtain hangers except they were slightly smaller and didn't open or adjust. Mark figured they would fit over his swollen penis, but it would take some maneuvering to get all five on. That could become an issue. He knew he was going to cum at some point, but he had to hold on as long as possible.
With no hesitation, Tina jumped onto the bed beside the bound birdman. Rather than going after the rings farthest away from Mark’s ass, she stuck her head right between his legs and snatched one of the two rings from under his butt. He lifted his torso to give her more room and to avoid expelling his cum all over the place.
Tina’s confidence was unsettling.
Tina held the purple ring carefully between her teeth allowing for the greatest possible opening. With the care of someone playing an arcade crane game, she leaned into Mark’s penis and attempted to slide the ring over the head and down his shaft. The ring had little tolerance around Mark’s swollen cock, however. Tina had to twist, pull, and shimmy the ring down his rod. Mark clenched his entire body trying to hold his load.
“One down,” Tina bragged as she inspected her handiwork. “Thank goodness he has such a tiny dick.”
The other girls laughed; Mark was not amused.
Mark again thought about what would happen if Tina knew who was hiding behind the blue mask. If she was so willing to mock him now, just imagine how brutal the nineteen-year-old would be if she knew who he was, if she realized whose dick she was taunting.
Mark felt Tina’s hair again as she dropped between his legs fishing for the second ring. He saw her head appear from beneath his stomach like a sun rising over a hillside. Mark watched his stepsister’s best friend move her mouth with its designated ring over his cock. Tina jerked the sphere back and forth as she forced the circle down his dick. Mark’s cheeks felt wet with his own tears as he fought against his nature struggling to hold his seed inside.
“You better not cum on me,” Tina warned Mark as she dropped her head between his legs a third time. “I swear to God that you better not jizz on me.”
Tina twisted, jerked, and pulled on the next three rings as she jammed them over Mark’s dick. As her task progressed, her technique shifted from precise placement to crude force. Slobber from her lips and tongue mixed with tiny drops of his semen, something Tina didn’t seem to notice or care about.
Monica and Alicia cheered as the black-haired girl placed the fifth ring just below the tip of Mark's penis. Tina’s audience seemed impressed both by his ability to hold his load and by Tina’s mouth control.
Tina gazed victoriously at the birdman's dick. It looked more like a kid’s ring stacker toy than a crazy sex contest. This wasn't a game to him, though. He was holding his breath and fighting like hell against exploding all over Tina and her toy rings.
Tina wasn't done yet. She still had to get all five rings off without Mark making a mess all over her face. As she studied her bound subject, Tina recognized how much more challenging it would be to remove the rings.
"You can do it, Tina," Mark's stepsister said to her best friend. Alicia seemed content to enjoy Tina’s progress even though Tina's success would open the door to her next task and a possible ejaculate shower.
Mark could feel the side of Tina’s arm against his ball sack as she rested her hand on the plastic sheeting between his legs. She steadied her other hand on the bed just under his waist. Tina's cool soft hair brushed across his hip as she tried to bite down on the first ring.
Tina’s attempt to clutch the ring failed; she couldn’t get a good enough grip on the slippery plastic. Instead, Tina resorted to using her tongue and lips to pull the ring into her mouth. Her tongue forced itself between the plastic ring and the tip of Mark’s penis. Finally, Tina was able to bite down securely and lift the loop over his dickhead.
Tina immediately leaned in to remove the second ring. Mark felt her nose pressed against the tip of his penis as her tongue ran down his cock and under the second ring. He heard Tina breathing heavily as she struggled over his cock. The ring pulled back and forth as she jerked it up his dick. When her teeth lost their grip, her tongue swept back between the ring and Mark's cock. Mark simply couldn’t take it anymore.
Mark’s penis exploded directly in Tina’s face and all over his stomach. It was the most intense and satisfying release of his life.
“Son of a bitch,” Tina snapped as she fell back off the bed. “You fucking came all over me.
Monica and Alicia sat stunned momentarily as the spectacle unfolded before them.
Mark looked away from the three girls. His humiliation and excitement had become his shame. Even with the mask, he felt exposed and vulnerable.
“Well, I guess that’s round one,” Monica said with a shocked and amused tone. “Tina, there are some wet wipes over there on the counter. Go ahead and clean yourself off, then wipe off our guest here.”
“Clean HIM off? You gotta be fucking kidding me, Monica.”
Monica rested a hand on her hip and cocked her head with a devious smile. “Tina, you said you would follow my rules.”
“What the hell does that have to do with cleaning up his nut? Can't he wipe off his own nasty cock?”
“It means we're playing by my rules, and my rules say you clean up the bird.”
“Fine. Whatever,” Tina relented as she started wiping Mark’s cum from her face.
Once Tina finished cleaning herself, she crawled back on the bed, removed the remaining rings from Mark’s shriveling cock, and wiped down his stomach and penis. Tina was not gentle.
After Tina had finished her half-assed cleaning job, Monica let her sister and his stepsister take a break and head to the snack machines. Monica figured Mark would need fifteen to thirty minutes for a recovery period, and she wanted to make sure he was ready for the next round. No one doubted that Monica's challenges would become more explicit and possibly even sadistic as the night progressed.
While Alicia and Tina were gone, Monica sat down on the bed next to Mark’s head and slowly removed his mask. “How you holding up?” she asked kindly.
“How am I holding up?” Mark responded incredulously. “How the hell do you think I’m holding up?”
“Calm down, Mark,” Monica said. “This’ll all be over soon. Besides, didn’t you enjoy cumming in my sister’s face?”
“What about MY sister?” Mark demanded. “Alicia can’t figure out who I am, Monica. I just can’t…”
“Mark, I told you they wouldn’t find out. You think I’m lying to you?”
“I...I don’t know. It’s just that…”
“It’s just nothing,” Monica interrupted gently. “You have to trust me, Mark. It’s really your only choice.”
“Trust you? You have me tied to a bed.”
“And you were spying on girls in the shower,” Monica reminded Mark gently. “You have to pay your dues, but it’ll soon be over. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Monica gave Mark a drink of orange juice through a straw. She said he needed his strength to get through the night. After Mark had taken a few sips, she put his bird mask back on him and let him collect his thoughts. Monica took some time to freshen up herself before hunting down Alicia and Tina.
Mark looked at the clock as the three girls prepared themselves for the second round of their game. It was almost ten o’clock, and everyone seemed ready for more fun at the bird’s expense. Since his cock was still sore and limp, he thought about asking for more time. Unfortunately, he couldn't talk without Tina and Alicia recognizing his voice. Besides, his level of comfort didn't matter in this game. This was Monica's night, and she was going to call the shots.
“All right, ladies,” Monica said as she grabbed the second jar. “It’s time to draw for round two. Alicia, you go first this time.”
Alicia drew a blue strip of paper from the jar. “Hell no,” she snapped staring at the strip. “There’s no way I’m doing that.”
“What is it?” Tina asked as she grabbed the paper from her skinny friend.
“Oh shit.”
“Sorry, Alicia,” Monica insisted. She took the strip from Tina, wadded it up and threw it in the trash can by her desk. “You have to play by the rules. Besides, this isn’t so bad.”
“It’s not so bad?” Alicia protested. “Stick my finger up his ass while licking chocolate off his dick? That’s not so bad?”
“Come on, Alicia,” Tina encouraged. “At least he didn’t blow his wad in your face. I've still got his fucking cum all over me.”
As the girls fought over Alicia’s assignment, Mark considered what was about to happen. It was bad enough having Alicia lick whipped cream off his stomach. How could he possibly let his own stepsister stick her finger up his ass and lick his dick clean of chocolate syrup?