The house felt cavernously empty with his parents gone for the weekend. Alex, home from college for the first time in months, was sprawled on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. At 21, he felt like a stranger in his own home, a sentiment amplified by the muffled giggles and thumping bass coming from his younger sister's room. His sister, Ava, was 18, and tonight she had her whole clique over. He knew them all from when they were just awkward high school freshmen: Maya, a sharp-tongued brunette with a smoldering gaze that was new; Lily, a bubbly blonde who had grown into a figure that made it hard to look away; and Kayla, a quiet, athletic redhead who seemed to be observing everything with a knowing smirk.
Around midnight, the sounds shifted. The music lowered, and the distinct, sweet-smelling haze of weed began to drift under Ava's door. Alex sighed. He wasn't a narc, but the last thing he needed was for his parents to come home to a house that smelled like a Snoop Dogg concert.
He got up and knocked on the door. "Hey, you guys, try to keep it down a little. And maybe crack a window?"
The door swung open, revealing Maya, her eyes glassy and red. "Relax, big brother," she said, a playful smirk on her lips. "We're just having a little fun. Wanna join?"
Before he could politely decline, Ava stumbled out, yawning. "Ugh, it's too loud in here," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she bumped into him. "I'm so tired. I'm gonna go sleep in the guest room. Don't burn the house down." She gave a half-hearted wave to her friends and shuffled down the hall, leaving them to their fun.
And just like that, the dynamic shifted. It was no longer his little sister and her friends. It was him, a 21-year-old man, and three very attractive, very tipsy, and very high eighteen-year-old girls who were looking at him not as "Ava's older brother," but as just a man.
"Come on, Alex," Lily said, pulling him into the room. "We're playing truth or dare. You have to play."
He was cornered. The room was thick with smoke and the scent of cheap vodka. He sat on the floor, his back against Ava's bed, feeling like a piece of meat thrown to wolves. The game started innocently enough—embarrassing childhood stories, silly dares involving running to the kitchen and back with a spoon on their nose.
But as the bottle of vodka dwindled, the questions got bolder, their eyes growing bolder with them.
"Truth or dare, Alex?" Maya asked, her eyes glinting.
"Truth," he said, figuring it was safer.
"Have you ever fantasized about one of us?" Lily chimed in, leaning forward.
He felt his face flush. He was a guy in college; of course he had. "Maybe," he mumbled, which was as good as a confession.
The dares followed. "I dare you to take off your shirt." He did, feeling self-conscious. "I dare you to let us draw on your back with a marker." He endured that, too.
Then, the conversation inevitably turned, as it often does in such situations, to sex.
"Okay, serious question," Kayla said, her voice low and serious for once. "Size matters. Let's just be real."
A charged silence filled the room. Alex's heart hammered against his ribs.
"So, Alex," Maya began, her voice a silky purr. "Truth or dare?"
He knew where this was going. "Dare," he said, his voice cracking slightly.
Maya's grin was predatory. "I dare Lily to measure your dick."
Lily's eyes went wide, but a slow, curious smile spread across her face. "Before or after?" she asked, and the room erupted in a mix of giggles and gasps.
"After," Maya declared. "We need a baseline."
Lily crawled over to him, a ruler in her hand that she must have found on Ava's desk. "Okay, big guy, let's see what we're working with." She reached for the waistband of his sweats, and he was too stunned, too turned on, to stop her. She pulled them down, and his semi-erect cock sprang free. She wrapped her fingers around it, her touch electric, and held the ruler against it. "Hmm, five inches soft. Not bad at all."
"But that's not the dare," Maya said. "The dare is to measure it *after* he's hard."
Lily looked from his cock to his eyes. "Well, I have an idea for that," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But it's a group effort. I'll do it, but you two have to promise not to watch."
Maya and Kayla agreed, turning around to face the wall. Lily leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Just relax," she murmured, and then she took him into her mouth.
Her technique was surprisingly skilled. It was clumsy and eager, a perfect blend of innocence and raw desire. He grew hard instantly, swelling to his full length, his impressive thickness filling her mouth. She worked him with her tongue and lips, and he had to grip the carpet to keep from groaning aloud. After a minute that felt like an eternity, she pulled back, gasping. "Okay, I need the ruler."
She measured him again, her eyes wide. "Wow," she breathed. "Seven and a half inches... but he's so thick. I can barely get my hand around it."
Maya and Kayla turned around, their jaws dropping. "No way," Kayla said, reaching out to wrap her own hand around him, her fingers not quite meeting. "Damn."
"Oh, it's a way," Lily confirmed, wiping her mouth. "And now for the next part."
They blindfolded him with one of Ava's scarves. The world went black, amplifying every sound, every touch. He could feel them moving around him, their bodies close.
"New game," Maya announced. "We're each going to go down on you. One at a time. You have to guess who it is. If you guess all three of us correctly, you get to do anything you want with us. Anything. If you get one wrong... we get to do anything we want to *you*."
His blood ran cold, but his cock throbbed with anticipation. He nodded.
The first one knelt between his legs. Her mouth was hot and wet, her technique aggressive and a little sloppy. She used a lot of tongue, swirling it around the head in a way that was uniquely enthusiastic. It had to be Lily. "Lily," he said.
A giggle was his confirmation.
The second one took over. This was different. Slower. More deliberate. She focused on the underside, using a firm suction that made his toes curl. It was more practiced, more confident. This had to be Maya, the one who seemed to be in charge. "Maya," he breathed.
A soft, pleased hum was his reward.
The third one was last. Her touch was hesitant at first, then grew bolder. She used her hands more than the others, stroking his shaft while her mouth worked the tip. It was a gentle, almost worshipful approach. He thought back to Kayla's quiet demeanor, the way she seemed to be observing everything. This felt like her. "Kayla," he said, his voice hoarse.
Silence. Then, the blindfold was ripped off.
He was looking at all three of them, kneeling in a semi-circle around him. But it was Maya's predatory grin that greeted him, not Kayla's soft smile. Kayla was still kneeling between his legs, wiping her mouth.
"Wrong," Maya said, her voice dripping with triumphant glee.
He stared, confused. "But... the second one was you."
"Was it?" Maya purred, tapping her chin. "Or was I the first one, and Lily was the second? We switched places while you were busy guessing."
His heart sank. He'd been played. He'd lost.
"A deal's a deal," Maya said, her eyes gleaming. "You lost. Which means *we* get to do anything we want with *you*."
He looked from one beautiful, mischievous face to the next. The power dynamic had flipped entirely. He was at their mercy. Lily and Kayla grabbed his arms, pulling him to his feet and pushing him back onto Ava's bed. Maya crawled onto the bed after him, straddling his chest and leaning down, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Don't worry," she whispered, her voice a low, dangerous hum. "We're going to have a lot of fun."
Maya’s whisper was a hot brand against his ear, a promise and a threat all at once. Before he could even process it, her weight was gone from his chest. The other two girls released his arms, but he didn’t move. He was pinned not by their hands, but by the heavy, expectant air in the room.
Lily was the first to break the silence, her bubbly voice now thick with raw desire. “He’s all ours.” She crawled onto the bed, her movements languid and deliberate, and positioned herself over his hips. Her small hands found his still-hard cock, and she gave it a slow, firm stroke that made him gasp. “And we have such *plans* for you.”
“Where should we start?” Kayla asked, her voice a low, thoughtful hum from the side of the bed. She was watching, her eyes dark and intent, a scientist observing a fascinating experiment.
“The mouth first,” Maya declared, her authority absolute. She stood beside the bed, a general directing her troops. “Lily, you take his mouth. Show him what he lost by guessing wrong.”
Lily’s smile was brilliant. She shifted her body, swinging a smooth, tanned leg over his chest so she was straddling his face, her back to him. The thin cotton of her shorts was all that separated her from him. He could feel the heat of her through the fabric, smell her—a mix of sweet perfume and something infinitely more primal.
“Lift your hips for me, Alex,” she instructed, her voice breathy.
He obeyed, his body moving on its own volition, and she slid his last remaining clothing—his sweats and boxers—down his legs and off. He was completely naked, utterly exposed to the three of them. The feeling was terrifying and the most potent aphrodisiac he’d ever known.
Lily then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her own shorts and panties, sliding them down in one fluid motion. She tossed them aside, and then she was lowering herself, her bare skin whispering against his.
Her slick, warm folds met his mouth, and his world dissolved into sensation. Her taste exploded on his tongue—musky, sweet, uniquely *her*. He instinctively opened his mouth, his tongue seeking her out, licking a slow, experimental stripe from her entrance to her swollen clit.
Lily moaned, a high, keening sound, and ground herself against his face. “Oh, fuck, yes. *Just like that.*”
He got lost in the rhythm, in the act of pleasuring her. His hands came up to grip her thighs, holding her in place as he feasted on her. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and he could feel her thighs beginning to tremble against his cheeks.
Just as he felt her body start to tighten, preparing to crest, Maya’s voice cut through the haze. “Okay, that’s enough. My turn.”
Lily whimpered in protest but complied, sliding off him with obvious reluctance. She left his chin glistening, and he panted, trying to catch his breath, drunk on her taste.
Maya didn’t crawl onto the bed. She stood at the edge, looking down at him with that predatory glint. “Scoot down. On your knees on the floor.”
Again, he moved without question. The plush carpet felt rough against his knees. Maya unbuttoned her jeans, pushed them and her black lace panties down just past her hips, and then she was guiding his head forward, her fingers tangling in his hair.
“You made a mess of my friend,” she purred, positioning herself. “Clean me up.”
His face was buried between her legs. Her scent was different from Lily’s—sharper, more intense. He didn’t need to be told twice. He dove in, his tongue laving at her core, lapping up the evidence of Lily’s arousal that she had transferred. Maya’s grip on his hair tightened, becoming almost painful, holding him exactly where she wanted him.
She wasn’t quiet. She cursed, low and filthy, her hips rolling in a slow, grinding rhythm against his mouth. “Use your fingers,” she demanded, her voice strained. “Two of them. *Now.*”
He obeyed, sliding two fingers inside her. She was incredibly tight, her inner muscles clenching around him instantly. He crooked his fingers, searching, and was rewarded with a sharp, guttural cry from above him as he found that spot deep within her.
“*Right there!* Don’t you dare stop,” she commanded, fucking herself on his hand, her movements becoming jerky, frantic. He kept his mouth locked on her clit, sucking and flicking his tongue until her whole body went rigid. Her climax hit her like a seizure, a series of sharp, breathy cries tearing from her throat as she rode his face through it, her thighs clamping tightly around his head.
When she finally released him, he was dizzy, gasping for air. She stepped back, pulling her jeans up with a satisfied smirk.
He stayed on his knees, looking up at the three of them, his cock aching, throbbing with a need that was becoming unbearable. His eyes landed on Kayla, the only one who hadn’t taken her turn.
She met his gaze, her knowing smirk finally softening into something genuine. She walked over to the bed and lay down on her back, her red hair fanning out like a flame against Ava’s comforter. She patted the space between her spread legs. “Your prize for being such a good sport,” she said, her voice gentle. “Come here.”
He scrambled onto the bed, hovering over her. For a moment, he just looked at her. She was beautiful, her body toned and graceful. He could feel the head of his cock, slick with his own precum, pressing against her inner thigh.
“Is this okay?” he breathed, the first words he’d spoken since the game ended.
She answered by reaching between them, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, and guiding him to her entrance. The tip of him pressed against her wetness, and they both shuddered.
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his. “*Please.*”
He pushed forward, a slow, inexorable inch. Her heat was unbelievable, a silken, tight glove engulfing him. Her eyes fluttered closed, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. He sank deeper, feeling every ridge, every contour of her inner walls give way to him until he was buried to the hilt.
“Oh, God,” he groaned, the sensation overwhelming. He stayed there for a long moment, both of them trembling, just feeling the full, incredible connection.
Then he began to move. He started with slow, deep thrusts, each one making her gasp. He braced himself on his arms above her, watching her face. Her calm observer’s mask was gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated bliss. Her hands ran up and down his back, her nails leaving faint, delicious trails on his skin.
His pace quickened, driven by a building, primal urgency. The room filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin. Kayla’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper, locking him in place.
“Harder,” she urged, her voice a ragged whisper. “*I want to feel it tomorrow.*”
He obliged, driving into her with a force that shook the bed frame. He was close, so close, the pressure coiling tight at the base of his spine. He could feel her inner muscles beginning to flutter around him, a telltale sign that she was right there with him.
“I’m not going to last,” he warned, his voice raw.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she moaned, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow. “*I’m so close. Just… don’t stop…*”
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