Refuse to go along with the dare

"No," you say. "No way."

You stand up and pull your shirt on.

"Joy..." Tiff is clearly disappointed.

"It's okay," you give them a smile. "You two can hang out here. Do whatever. My mom won't be home for a couple hours."

On your way out of the room you fiddle with something on your desk. You pick up your cell phone and they think that's all you are doing, but it isn't. Your laptop has a little web camera you used to use to send a boyfriend tastefully sexy pics. You make sure the camera is aimed at your bed and recording.

"Where are you going?" Seth asks.

"To see my girlfriend."

You walk out and shut the door behind you. You don a pair of sandals and walk next door to the Clefts. You feel a little nervous as you ring the bell. You can hear Sara coming to the door. At the last possible second you notice lipstick smeared on your lips and quickly wipe it off with your thumb.

The door opens just as you finish and Sara smiles brightly.

"Hey, baby," she says. "I thought you weren't coming to visit."

Her lips taste like the cola she was drinking. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you into the air conditioned house. She's wearing a pair of unflattering sweat pants and an old, ratty t-shirt and you don't care. Your hand is under her shirt on her breast as you push her back until her sweet rump collides with the back of the couch. Your tongue is in her mouth, your lips moving to her cheek, down to the crook of her neck.

"Oh god, Joy, not here," she moans. "Tommy is upstairs playing video games."

"Yes, here," you moan, kissing and licking her neck.

You pull up her shirt. She's wearing a big, padded pink bra, her huge cleavage pushed up by the heavy cups. You get your fingers into the fabric and yank the bra down, exposing her soft flesh lined by the tightness of the bra and her quickly hardening nipples. You can smell her milk. She hasn't pumped yet today, something you've encouraged her to keep doing so you can fully enjoy her breasts. She complains it makes her tits sore, but she never complains when you're getting a drink from her overflowing breasts.

You begin licking the soft flesh of her areolas and teasing around her hard nipples. Sara sighs and leans back against the sofa. She wraps you in her arms and pulls your face to her breast. You suck her nipple between your lips, squeezing with your hand to **** the explosion of warm, sweet milk across your tongue. Sara gasps and you murmur your appreciation.

"Baby, you know how to suck," she says.

While your steadily emptying her big breast of its warm milk your free hand disappears down the front of her sweat pants. Her pussy is soaking wet and parts easily to take two of your fingers. You hook them into her warm tunnel, palm against her clit, steadily drawing out her milk and swallowing it with appreciative murmurs. You slide your fingers in and out and press your palm into her clit. She rocks against your hand. You kiss over to her other breast, switching hands along the way, and begin sucking there, looking into her eyes. You pull your mouth away and hold it open, face upturned, tongue extended. Sara cups the breast and squeezes the nipple, releasing a warm spray of milk that whitens your tongue and runs down your throat.

You return your lips to her nipple and focus on making her cum, driving your finger into her and your palm against her clit. You let your mouth fill up with her milk and then lift your lips to hers, kissing and sharing the sweet fluid between you. She cums as you are kissing, her body shaking with pleasure, her cry stifled by your lips and your tongue. When she has finished cumming you take your glistening fingers out of her sweat pants and bring them to your mouth, looking her in the eyes as you lick off her juices.

Soon you're in her bed, both of you naked, her knees on either side of your head and her plump ass facing you. You can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon. After more than an hour of intense sex you lie exhausted beside each other. You tell her why you came over with such a fire under your clit. She isn't entirely happy with you smoking weed or taking your top off, but she's grateful you left.

"Oh," you say, your legs over her thighs, "by the way. I also have been video recording whatever it is they're up to over there."

She laughs, "Oh my god, you're so bad. Am I going to get to see this?"

You lean over and kiss her.

"I wouldn't share it with anyone else," you say and find yourself drawn back into her luscious body for another round of fun.