"Dare" - Stip and everyone licks bourbon off her naked body

RIA

“Dare,” I panted. “And before you say anything, let’s just get this out of the way to save time.”

I wiggled out of my sweatpants and shirt, then slid off my underwear and handed it to Connor for safe keeping.

I hadn’t bothered wearing a bra.

Standing naked in front of the others, I put my hands on my hips and waited for Shane to think up an appropriate dare.

He stroked his chin, then said, “Okay, I got it. Lay down on the coffee table and close your eyes.”

I obeyed, but when I heard my husband pick up the bottle of honey bourbon, curiosity got the better off me and I opened one eye just enough to spy on what he was up to:

Shane filled up a shot glass with the stuff, then ever-so-slowly poured it onto my naked body, just a few drops at a time. I squirmed from the sensation of cold liquid dripping onto my most intimate areas: both of my nipples, my navel, across my throat, down my thighs, and even into my moistening pubic hair.

Shane whispered, “Now, no peeking–you’ve gotta guess which one of us is drinking from which part of your body.”

I heard a rustling as the three of them surrounded me, kneeling on all sides of the table, and then–

Then I gasped in surprise as someone’s tongue flicked across my nipple. At first, I couldn’t identify the culprit, but a few seconds later that tongue returned–moving slower than before–followed quickly by a pair of marshmallow-soft lips.

“T-Tracy!” I moaned.

“Good job sweetie,” I heard her whisper.

Then she was gone, replaced by a different mouth, at my throat this time. The light stubble on his chin tickled me the way it had a thousand times before–

“Shane,” I grinned.

A third tongue trailed down my chest and stomach, lapping up the bourbon that had pooled in my navel. I felt his nose pressing down into my wet tuft of pubic hair as he went, inhaling the scent–

“And that’s Connor!” I cried out happily.

He withdrew, and for a moment there was nobody licking my bourbon-soaked body…

Then, suddenly, there was everyone, all at once. The two men licked their way down the muscles of my legs, teasing with their teeth. Tracy treated herself to the grand prize, lapping up the booze that had soaked into my public hair and trailed down across the excited lips of my pussy.

“Aah!” I moaned, relishing the thrill of three different mouths pleasuring my body. I couldn’t take it anymore–I opened my eyes and looked down to watch the action unfold:

Wow.

That first glance–the image of Shane, Connor, and Tracy all licking my lower body at once–was seared into my memory for all time.

Shane had gotten rid of the pink pajama top Connor had dared him to wear, but the other man was too distracted lapping booze off my body to even care about our silly game of Truth or Dare.

Working as a team, Shane and Connor took my achingly perky nipples into their mouths and sucked.

“Yes!” I moaned again, unconsciously spreading my legs to give Tracy better access. Her slender fingers pierced my cunt, her soft lips buzzed powerfully at my clit–

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I spasmed, arching my back off the table and climaxing like I’d been blasted with a defibrillator.

“Whoa, that was fast!” Shane teased.

“Oh shut up,” I laughed. “Like you could have lasted any longer with all that going on.”

On wobbly legs, I returned to the couch, settling down comfortably onto Connor’s naked lap. Those huge, muscular arms crisscrossed around my chest, and that rock-hard cock burned against my lower back.

Beside us, Tracy plopped her tush back down onto my husband’s erect penis, slowly wiggling her hips back and forth to keep him stimulated.

“Tracy: truth or dare?” I called out.