Let’s play some more (Part 2).

Sarah lasted TWO full minutes underwater with my cock in her mouth, and though she didn’t bob her head, nor deepthroated me, she kept a thigh seal around my shaft with her lips and rolled her tongue around it.

Honestly, her constantly moving tongue was reassurance that she was doing fine, it was hard to enjoy it since we were all nervous and shocked that she’d last for that long.

After those two minutes, she finally let go, rose with a big gasp and and even bigger smirk. “Damn, I’m good…” she said, licking her lips while breathing deeply.

“A-Are you okay?” I asked her, watching the color of her face, her cheeks and eyes. She did seem fine, no signs of asphyxia or anything. The girls also seemed a bit alarmed.

“I’m fine,” Sarah said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips for further reassurance. “I’m a little surprised, too, but I was confident I’d be able to last. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m sure I have the best lung capacity here, save maybe for you, babe.”

“I’m not sure I’d be able to last two minutes…” I said.

“I think the world record without preparation oxygen is like nine minutes for women, so two is not THAT impressive.” …Sarah really is built different from all of us. “Anyway, it’s my turn now, isn’t it? Alice, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Alice answered.

“...Fake an orgasm. Moan like you’re having one.”

“Oh, that’s…! Ugh!” Alice’s face went red. Well, she was already blushing a bit from the heat of the water and the steamy atmosphere, but now she went RED red.

Noelle and Mila laughed.

“Oh, that’s great!” Mila said. “THIS is a dare.”

“You hit her right where it hurts, huh?” Grace said with a wry, sympathetic smile.

I couldn’t help but grin. I suppose we’ve grown so used to sex stuff that dares like that mean little. Faking an orgasm, though, is embarrassing.

“Dammit, fine! Here goes…” Alice took a deep breath, closed her eyes and… “Ah… A-Ahn… Mngmms… uuuuh…”

The girls, save Diana and Fern who had the decency to keep it to themselves, burst out laughing from how bad those fake moans were.

“Holy crap, I didn’t think it’d be that bad! Ahaha!” Sarah said.

“Well, at least we know you haven’t faked any orgasms with us,” Noelle teased, smirking from ear to ear.

“Oh, shut up…” Alice pouted and crossed her arms. “Grace, truth or dare?”

“Truth because you’ll make me fake an orgasm, too, if I choose dare.”

“Dammit!” Alice grumbled. “Well, then… HAVE you ever faked an orgasm? During actual sex?”

“Oh, that hits where it hurts, too,” Noelle said, now grinning at Grace.

“You’re so petty. I didn’t even asked the question…” Grace pouted, too, then sighed. “Yes, I have…”

“I KNEW IT!” I said, causing everyone to laugh. Didn’t expect my joke to land that well, to be honest.

Grace chuckled and shook her head. “Not with you, obviously. If I was able to fake an orgasm in front of you, I’d be the best actress in the world. No, it was with a previous guy. I… liked him a fair bit, we had a pretty good relationship, actually. We even broke up on good terms. He… wasn’t good in bed, though, so… yeah, I faked it a few times. Didn’t want him to feel bad.”

“Rare story of Grace Valentine actually being a good person? In this economy?” Noelle said, causing another round of laughter.

“Oh, come on,” Fern interjected. “Grace IS a good person.”

Grace smiled. “Thank you for the vote of confidence, Fern, but they have a point. I don’t have a history of being the nicest woman. Even faking an orgasm is only arguably a good thing. You could make a case that I was lying to the guy.”

“...I guess.” Fern didn’t seem to like hearing that. To her, Grace was someone who had helped her in different ways, from her art to, well, getting her closer to our group. It was probably hard for her to imagine Grace being… cruel. Then again, that side of her had mostly left already.

“Alright, for my turn… Diana, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Diana said.

“Just jump him already, woman. You’ve held back enough,” Grace said.

Diana chuckled. “Any particular condition?”

“Just keep it inside the hot tub,” Grace said.

Diana looked at me and shrugged. “A dare’s a dare, dear.”

“So it is…”

Diana stood up, and water dripped off her curvy, voluptuous body. I wasn’t the only one who stared. Even if the girls had somewhat similar body-types, Diana just had an aura that seemed to demand attention even if she didn’t want it. I love this woman and lust for her with every fiber of my body, and I think even the girls would admit to having at least a small crush on her. Well, sucks for them because Diana’s mine!

Diana turned around, her butt towards me, and slowly sank down, sitting on my lap. My dick got caught between her butt cheeks, something she took advantage of by grinding on it with the excuse of getting comfortable.

“Mmm… While I’m busy here… Fern, truth or dare?” Diana casually continued.

“Hm? O-Oh, um… D-Dare?” Fern answered, caught off guard.

“...I want you to sit on the edge of the hot tub, spread those nice, long legs of yours and start masturbating until either you or I come. Think you can do that for me?”

There was a… very subtle yet very powerful sort of… gentle dom tone to Diana’s tone that sent shivers down all our spines. The good, delicious kind of shivers. Hell, even Fern liked it, because…

…wordlessly, Fern stood up, her body every bit as stunning as Diana’s, yet the brown color of her skin set her drastically apart from everyone else. She sat down where told, spread her legs, and with eyes locked on us, slid two full fingers inside her pussy just as my shaft slid inside Diana’s.

The older woman leaned back against me, rocking her hips back and forth with slow, restrained movements to avoid creating big waves on the water. I moved my hands up her body and squeezed her massive chest, letting my finger sink into them while I took my turn kissing her neck and shoulder.

“Mmm..!” Fern moaned softly, her finger starting to move faster. She grabbed one of her own tits and pinched its nipple, twisting and pulling it.

Diana, instead, breathed deeply and slowly, matching the rhythm of her hips. Her pussy gripped me hard, squeezed me with twists that pulled me deeper inside. Her pussy was hotter than the water of the tub.

A quick glance towards the girls showed me that Mila had taken her phone and was recording the scene, likely with both Diana and Fern in the frame.

Whether being recorded turned them on more or this was the result of all the foreplay from before, neither of them lasted more than five minutes. Diana came first, stiffening against me as her pussy pulsed on my cock. Per dare rules,

Fern should’ve stopped there, but she was so close that she went on for 20 more seconds, bringing herself over the edge to her fourth orgasm of the night. She trembled with her head thrown back, her long, damp dark hair hanging behind her and her chest thrust forward.

I chuckled, and while groping Diana’s boob, I said, “You’re all really horny tonight, huh?”

The mix of groaning and pouting said the same thing as the precise words would have.

“Like you’re one to talk.”

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