It started with a party game, Truth or Dare, where players are given the choice between answering a question truthfully or performing a “dare”. Too “girly” for my macho male friends, I was playing the game with the ladies, four of them. The guys were mostly in the backyard drinking PBR and telling lies about their wives and girlfriends. We discussed the rules in advance:

  • What kinds of questions will be off-limits?
  • Where can dares occur?
  • Can people watch the person perform the dare?
  • How are people chosen?

We had agreed that nothing was off limits, the dares had to occur in the house, anyone could watch the dares, and we would take turns by going around the circle. I told everyone that I thought the people chosen to answer the questions or do the dares should be chosen at random, but I was outvoted and instead the person asking the question or daring someone was chosen by taking turns around the circle. My fears were well-founded because, being the only guy in the game, the ladies picked on me, ganged up. Four out of five times, one of the ladies would ask the question or make the dare, and that person would invariably select me. I started out by choosing truth, but the questions became increasingly embarrassing:

  • How old were you when you first masturbated?
  • Who was the first person you had a sexual act with and was the person male or female?
  • Do you know what cum tastes like?
  • Have you ever played with your asshole?

After a few rounds of this I decided it would be better to accept the dares. The first couple of dares weren’t too bad.

  • Comb your hair the other way.
  • Take your shirt off and put it on backwards.
  • Keep your eyes closed until it’s your go again
  • Try to lick your elbow

After these easy dares came some more embarrassing ones.

  • Show the most embarrassing photo on your phone
  • Give a lap dance to someone of your choice
  • Show off your orgasm face
  • Seductively eat a banana

The facade of sexual innuendo was dropped after a while and more sexually explicit dares were proposed. The truth is, I was getting a bit turned on having four women pay so much attention to me. 

The next dare was physical. Put a blindfold on, one of us will kiss you, and you tell us who it was. I was down to do that. They jury-rigged a blindfold out of a dishtowel, and I sat still while one of the women kissed me. There was a twenty-five percent chance I’d get it right, but I made the odds better by thinking about which of the women seemed to be most attracted to me. “Judy kissed me.” The women clapped as Judy took my blindfold off. I had guessed correctly. 

The next round, the women upped the ante by asking me to identify the person by licking their pussy. I said I couldn’t possibly do that. Someone could come into the room at any time. One of the women got up and locked the door and another woman put the blindfold on me. I heard the women giggling and they whispered, presumably deciding amongst themselves who would provide the pussy. A minute later I could hear someone lay down in front of me. No words were spoken, I suppose so as not to give me a hint as to who was in front of me. Someone pushed my head down until I could smell a vagina. I licked it several times, not really performing cunnilingus, but rather feigning a “taste test.” The woman was hairy, and her pussy was already wet, presumably because she was sexually aroused. I thought perhaps Judy was in front of me again, but it seemed more likely they’d switch up the players to confuse me. I thought about which of the women were likely to have a hairy bush and guessed Anne. The ladies once more laughed and clapped. Someone removed the blindfold. Anne was already composed, but the tone of her face indicated some embarrassment. 

Having answered the taste tests correctly twice, the women decided to give me a “real” challenge. The game had degraded. We were no longer playing Truth or Dare. The women were now just challenging my sexual prowess. I was told I would lick the body of three of the women, and I should tell them which one I didn’t taste. The blindfold was put on again and in turn each of the women were placed in front of me. When my head was pushed down, it was clear they were on their hands and knees and my face was being pushed into her butt. The person behind me kept pushing my head down until I licked. I was licking a dirty asshole.

This exercise was repeated twice more, then the women took their places, and the blindfold was taken off. I was to guess whose butthole I had not licked. I looked around for a clue, but the women were not about to give away their secret. I reflected on the four women and identified the one that seemed most shy, conservative. “I pick Linda.” The women laughed and clapped for a third time.

Before another round was started, there was a knock at the door. It was Judy’s boyfriend, ready to go home. I had kissed Judy, and licked her pussy and asshole. The guy didn’t have a clue. After they left, Anne said, “Too bad. For our next dare we were going to have you fuck three of us.” I laughed and said, “Well, there are still three of you left.” Linda got up and locked the door.