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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Friday night at 7:30 I walked into the local pub where I was meeting the boys, and Sara, for a couple of drinks before we headed off to Whitehaven for the night. We had a taxi booked for eight o’clock.
Only three of us were due to go into town tonight and the other two, my mates Paul and Dave, were already on their second pint when I arrived. 'I've invited Sara to tag along with us lads. Didn’t think you’d mind.’ I told them was we waited at the bar for a drink.
'Yeah, no problem. Sara's a good laugh.’ Paul replied.
Mary was sat at the end of the bar and overheard us talking. 'Look after my sister you lot. Don’t go getting fixed up and leaving her alone.’
'Don't worry Mary. I’ll make sure she gets home ok.’ I assured her. After last night I had no intention of even trying to get fixed up tonight and was hoping for a repeat performance with Sara.
Once we’d got our drinks we went through into the back room to play pool until the taxi arrived.
Sara arrived ten minute’s later just as we’d finished the first game. As soon as she walked in Paul was straight over to her asking if he could get her a drink. Why? Well, she’d worn the blue dress and his eyes were almost popping out. Sara smiled over to me before Paul led her back through to the bar.
'Fucking hell Dick. Did you see that dress?' Dave exclaimed after they vanished out of the door.
'Hard to miss mate.’
'You can almost see her tits.’ Dave added.
From the next room we heard Mary saying 'Sara, your not going into town dressed like that are you? Bloody tart.’
Dave and I just laughed and set up the balls for another game.
I’d just broken when Paul and Sara came back through with their drinks. 'Lets play doubles. Me and Sara against you two.’ Paul said.
I remembered what happened the night before when Sara bent over and encouraged her 'What do you say. Want to play?'
'No, I don’t think so. I’ll just watch.’
All three of us tried to get her to join but she wasn’t having any of it. She obviously remembered what happened last night as well and didn’t want to start flashing her tits in her sisters pub.
Dave and I played our game while the four of us chatted and joked. By the end of the game we saw our taxi pull up outside. Dave and Paul both announced they needed a piss before getting in the taxi and disappeared saying they’d see us outside.
'Nice dress. You look amazing.’ I said to Sara once the others had gone.
Sara kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear 'No bra, as you can tell, and no knickers either.’
'Come on, let’s go and get in the taxi.’ She said no longer whispering.
I led her out through bar with Mary warning me again to take care of her sister.
Once outside I said to Sara 'I'll take good care of you, later.’ And smiled at her.
'Promises, promises.’ She said as we jumped into the back seat of the taxi.
When Dave and Paul came out they practically fought over getting in the back seat. Paul won leaving Dave grumbling as he jumped in the front.
Sara was between us and because she couldn’t really sit up straight with her shoulders back it meant her dress was sagging a little at the front. Nothing too obscene but we were treated to a fantastic view of jiggling boobs all the way to Whitehaven.
The taxi dropped us off outside the Whitehouse and as soon as it stopped Dave and Paul both practically ran inside needing another piss leaving me to pay for the taxi.
Once out of the car I held the door for Sara and as she shuffled across the seat to climb out her skirt rode up just enough that when she put one foot out of the taxi she flashed me her bare pussy. She paused for a moment opening her legs a little wider before swinging the other foot out and standing up straightening out her dress. It wasn’t just me who saw her pussy, the bouncer on the door got a great view too.
He gave her a cheeky smile and winked at me as we walked inside.
The bar was noisy already, loud music and hundreds of people all shouting over the music to hear each other. With my hand on the small of Sara's back I led her through the pub to find somewhere we could get close to the bar and as most of the bar staff were men tonight stood behind her hoping her plunging neckline would mean we got served faster.
It worked. By the time Paul and Dave found us we’d got the drinks and were stood chatting.
Neither Paul nor Dave had girlfriends at the time however Dave was the only 1 of the 3 of us who spent anytime chatting up girls and doing his best to get fixed up. By 11pm Dave was in a corner snogging the face of an attractive 20 year old.
'Are you two not going to see if she’s got any friends?' Sara asked us both.
'I told Mary I’d look after you Sara.’ I said gallantly.
'Nah, it’s alright.’ Paul replied. He said it Sara’s tits rather than her face and we couldn’t help smiling, then, laughing. We’d had a few by now so we’re bordering on the silly side.
When Paul heard us laughing he realised he’d been caught and went bright red.
'Its ok Paul. No harm looking, eyes.’ Sara said putting him at ease. 'Come on, why don’t you two handsome young men take me to dance.’ She added standing up.
The 3 of us pushed our way through the crowd onto the dancefloor and danced as a threesome. A few older guys, unsurprisingly, came over to ask Sara to dance but she was having fun with 2 boys who’s age didn’t match even equal her own when combined.
Dave eventually came to let us know he wouldn’t be coming home with us tonight and then left with the girl he’d just met.
When Paul next went for a piss, once his seal broke on a night out it was regular trips every 20 minutes, Sara (shout) whispered in my ear 'Shall we call it a night, and head back to mine?'
There was no argument from me and as soon as Paul got back we told him Sara wanted to go and that we were heading off. He immediately agreed to come with us. We’d had a good night.
In the taxi on the way home the three of us all squeezed in the back again even though there was no need. The chat flowed easily and as we approached home Sara asked if we fancied a nightcap before both going home.
Again, no argument from me and Paul didn’t seen eager to leave.
Once in the house Sara poured us all vodka and we collapsed in the living room and put some music on continuing to chat, laugh and joke. Sara mixed well with our age group and there was no shortage of conversation.
After 15 minutes Paul needed a piss again. 'Shall we try and get rid of Paul soon?' I asked.
'Why? You shy?' she asked me looking at me cheekily.
'Are you saying we should repeat last night, with Paul here?' I asked to make sure I hadn’t misunderstood.
Sara just kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth and I slid my hand inside her dress easily to caress her breast.
When Paul came back he caught us kissing with my hand fondling her tits inside her dress.
'I best be off, I guess.’ He said.
We stopped kissing and I removed my hand from her top. 'Its ok mate. You don’t have to. Get us all another drink before you sit down.’ I said settling back into the chair.
'Truth or Dare anyone?' I asked.
'Good idea. Paul, bring the bottle through. If anyone refuses a dare they got to downs shot instead.’ Sara added.
Paul fetched the bottle and sat down.
'Dick, you go first.’ Sara said.
'Ok. Sara, Truth or Dare?'
'Truth.’
'How many men have you slept with?'
Sara laughed 'Straight into the fun stuff. Maybe a dozen, something like that.’
Now anyone who’s read some of my other stories will know that I had two distinct category of friends in my life. Paul and Sara my normal friends, ones that knew nothing of my alternate life. This was at a time when that alternate fun life was really only getting started but still it’s an important distinction in regard to how truthfully I was going to answer their questions when it came to my turn. I’d keeping fun, bit no way were they going to get truthful answers to some questions.
Sara asked Paul a truth question next 'same question.’
'Only 2.’
Paul had a long term girlfriend since our school days and hadn’t been single long so neither of us mocked him only sleeping with two girls by this age.
Sara then asked me 'Truth or Dare.’
'Dare'
I wasn’t going to mess about.
Sara laughed, thought for a minute then said 'I dare you to strip off and run across the road and back.’
I stood up, kicked of my shoes and pulled off my socks. Unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the settee then unfastened my jeans. Paul was saying things like 'Fuck. Your not going to are you? I’d have taken a drink. Fuck that.’
I pushed my jeans down leaving me naked and walked to the front door. Sara followed me but Paul just stayed in the living room.
Opening the door I stepped outside and slowly walked across the road, to be honest I had bare feet and couldn’t have run if I’d wanted to as the road was a stone wholly one.
I didn’t have a hard-on at the time but was sporting a bit of a semi as I ambled across the road and back watched by Sara from the doorstep. When I was half way back she pulled her dress clear of her tits and flashed me and started giggling.
Back in the house I pulled on my jeans but never bothered with the rest of my clothes and sat back down. Sara was in hysterics with Paul just commenting in disbelief that I’d done it. I was 5 minute’s away from home, and at the time was still living with my parents, and knew almost everyone in the street.
Once the laughter and comments died down I said 'Right, my turn. Sara, truth or Dare?'
'Dare.’
Without hesitation I said 'swap clothes with Paul.’
Now Sara was only about 5’6”. Paul was closer to 6' and broad. He played rugby, done a little martial arts and wasn’t a small bloke.
'I'll never get her dress on.’ Paul protested.
'Just fucking get on with it.’ I said sitting back.
He protested a little bit, accused me of cheating as it wasn’t even his turn but eventually started stripping off but stopped when he was down to his boxers.
'Those too I said.’ Pointing at his boxers.
'She can have them when i’ve got the dress on, you fucker.’
Sara was still sat down but stood up once Paul was almost naked and asked him to pull down her zip.
He pulled it down and Sara shrugged the dress off her shoulders and just let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was completely naked except for stockings.
Sara was facing me and I got fantastic view of her gorgeous big tits and neatly trimmed pussy.
'Fucking hell, you’ve got no knickers on.’ Paul said.
'Just as well mate, you'd never have got them on.’ I laughed.
Sara picked up Paul’s jeans and pulled them up while Paul just stared at her naked body. His jeans were massive on her and there was no way they were going to stay up. While she tried to get his shirt on the jeans kept falling to the floor.
Eventually she said 'They won’t stay up.’
'Just keep his shirt on then. Forget the jeans.’
Sara kicked them off and sat down beside me with only Paul’s shirt covering her naked body.
Paul hadn’t even started to try to put the dress on. 'Come on, let’s see how pretty you look in that dress.’ I joked.
'Fucker' was was all he said as he picked it up and tried to pull it up. No way was it going to fasten it he did manage to get the straps over his shoulders, just.
'Boxers....' I said.
He pulled them down from under the dress and threw them at Sara who was almost rolling around on the settee next time in stitches.
She never even tried to put them on.
'Pour me a drink, you sexy little cocktail waitress’ I joked.
'Get your own ya cunt.’
This made Sara laugh even more.
Once she’d stopped laughing she unbuttoned his shirt and threw it back over to Dave, but kept his boxers.
She was sat beside completely naked on the settee with nipples as hard as bullets and I couldn’t resist fondling them again. She made no comment or effort to stop me squeezing her tits and just watched Paul push down the dress.
I’m not sure he forgot he didn’t have his boxers on or not but when the dress fell he was naked, and hard as iron.
Sara fell forward onto her knees and just started giving him a blowjob. Paul just looked at me, watching them, 'You just going to watch. Pervert’?’
'For now.’ I said winking.
He didn’t care that I was watching for long and soon had his eyes closed as her lips slid up and down his shaft.
I’d had threesomes, foursomes, group sex and any manner of other encounters by this age so this wasn't something new to me. It was for Paul, and Sara told me afterwards it was a first for her too.
I didn’t leave the two of them alone for long. Standing up stopped my jeans to the floor and kneelt behind Sara and started to play with her tits as she sucked my friends cock.
When she felt my hands she stopped sucking and turned her head, still keeping a firm grip on Paul’s cock wanking him, and we kissed.
'Stand beside Paul.’ She ordered me before turning round and resuming sucking. As soon as I stood up she took turns licking and sucking our cocks.
Pauls face was a picture. He didn’t know if he should be excited or fighting me right now. Sharing a woman isn’t something he had any experience with. When I see him today he sometimes still brings this night up, after a couple of beers, and I get the impression this was a one off in his life and something he probably still wanks over today by how he recounts the tale.
Sara alternated sucking and wanking us for ten minutes before stopping and suggesting we go upstairs.
As soon as we got on the bed she was on all fours continuing to suck my cock. Paul was stood at the end of the bed and didn’t appear to know what to do.
'Fuck her.’ I advised.
As soon as I said it Sara let out a loud moan and any doubts Paul had vanished. He mounted her doggy style and soon Sara was being spitroasted between us.
As he fucked her loudly, the sounds of his cock in her juicy pussy, I played with her tits and savoured her soft lips teasing my cock. We didn’t have condoms and Paul was fucking her bareback so when he suddenly groaned and thrust his hips harder against her I knew he was filling her pussy with cum. Fuck it, we can worry about that later as it’s too late now.
Sara encouraged me to take his place as I fucked her pussy which was now dripping with both their juices and eventually filled her for the second time tonight.
Paul got shy at this point and made his excuses and left. I spent another two hours with Sara and learned she was on the pill so filling her without cum should be ok.
I licked her, despite her cunt leaking both my own and my mates spunk, before we fucked again. This time much slower, lots of kissing and gently caressing each others bodies and by then the pair of us were coated in sweat and the bed was one big sticky mess.
I helped her change the sheets afterwards and the pair of collapsed with her head resting on my chest until the following morning.
She made me promise to 'have a word' with Paul and make sure he didn’t go round gossipping about this which I was only happy to do. He kept his word and to my knowledge has never told anyone else about it. Or if he has I’ve never heard it mentioned.
Sara and I only got together once more after this as she met a great guy a couple of weeks later and stopped fucking me, and her brother in-law. We’d always have a smile for each other over the bar whenever Thursday nights came around though.
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