The rest of the circle.

Amy looked down at her pussy. It was pink all over from Bianca's slap, and it still stung a little. Oddly, however, Amy found she was more turned on than ever. It had to be the humiliation, the sense of helplessness. She couldn't think straight, so she went over and gave Damian his thank you kiss.

Next she knelt in front of Drake. "What should I do, Master?"

Drake reached over and took the tequila bottle from Bradley and set in in the center of the room.

"I want you to fuck yourself with this bottle, but you can't use your hands. In fact, I want your hands behind your head the whole time. If you feel like you're about to cum, ask for permission first. No coming with out permission! At that point the dare will end."

Amy was relieved, it sounded like she would finally be able to find some release. With her hands above her head and her feet spread apart, she slowly lowered herself onto the tequila bottle. By the time the cap parted her pussy lips, her thighs already ached. She told herself it was worth it--her need to cum outweighed any amount of discomfort.

She lowered herself further, enjoying the sensation of the tequila bottle sliding in and filling her up. She bounced up and down on it, slowly at first, then faster and faster, she felt their eyes on her, she could see all three boys rubbing their cocks over their clothes, licking their lips. It turned her on even more and she edged closer and closer to orgasm. </span>

She caught herself just in time. "May, ah, ah, I, uh, ha--have, per, ung, permissiontocum, ma-master?"

"No." Drake said it with such casual nonchalance that she didn't understand him at first.

"Wha...what! No! Please! I'm so close. Please, just a few more seconds," she begged.

"I said 'no.' The dare's over. Now come thank me."

Amy felt a tear of frustration roll down her cheek as she stood up and let the bottle fall free of her pussy. How could he be so cruel? When she straddled Drake to give him a thank you kiss, she couldn't help but grind against his erection until he pushed her away. She notice a dark wet stain on his shorts from her pussy.

She turned to Bradley. He seemed so nice, maybe he would finally let her cum. "What should I do, Master?"

He was still stroking his cock through his slacks, while he eyed her body up and down. "I'm tempted to just bend you over and put us both out of our misery, but frankly I'm too curious to see how much more you can take. So, instead I'm going to have you lie down on the bed with your eyes closed and hold perfectly still for one minute. We can move you, but you can't move yourself. Sounds easy? Well, if you open your eyes or move in any way, I'll add another minute to your time."

Amy shivered with anticipation as she laid down and closed her eyes. What would they do to her? The possibilities alone sent her mind reeling, while her body prayed for satisfaction.

She felt hands touching her chest, lightly, and then a mouth, licking and sucking each nipple in turn. The hands continued down her stomach to her thighs. The mouth moved, and was replaced by another pair of hands, lightly teasing her nipples. She desperately wanted to open her eyes and see who was doing what to her body, but she managed to resist and hold them closed. The hands on her thighs pulled them apart, spreading her legs. A finger ran along her slit and rested on her clit, just holding there. The the finger was replaced by something warm and wet--a tongue! It moved slowly, running up and down her clit. Against her will, Amy lifted her hips, just a little, seeking greater sensation.

"You moved, that's a violation. One minute added." Bradley said. _Shit. _She'd have to concentrate better. The tongue moved off of her clit, running up to her belly-button. It tickled a little, but she could handle it. At the same time, a finger slid into Amy's pussy, it slide in and out a few times, and curled upwards to rub her g-spot. It felt heavenly, but Amy just wished they would go faster and harder, and give her the orgasm she's so **** for.

The finger pulled slowly out of her pussy, and then suddenly, with no preamble, it's slipped into her asshole.

"Ah!" Amy said. Her eyes shot open and she started to sit up. She saw that it was Bradley's hands on her nipples, Damian's tongue in her belly button, and Bianca standing off to the side looking at her phone. Oh shit, was she filming this?

"That's two more minutes, Baby, one for moving and another for looking," Bradley said. "If you don't focus, we're going to be here all night."

Amy lied back down and closed her eyes. She tried to think about other things, but the sensations were too intense. The last time she'd had something up her ass, Bianca and the other girls at school were pointing and laughing in the locker room. This felt different, better. Maybe because she was already so turned on, but it felt really sexy to break this taboo. She'd never felt so dirty.

Soon, a second finger entered her ass, and then two more slid into her pussy. It felt amazing. She began to rise toward orgasm again. Closer and closer. How much time had passed? Would she run out of time before she could cum? Deliberately she squeezed her pussy muscles around the fingers. Would this count as moving? Nobody said anything so she did it again. No time was added. She started squeezing rhythmically, increasing the sensation, getting closer and closer to orgasm. A third finger slid into her pussy, she'd never felt so full. She was almost there

She moaned. "Moaning counts as moving. One more minute." Good, she thought, more time, _I'll cum for sure now. _But just like that the three fingers pulled out of her pussy and the two in her ass slowed way down and stopped. Then every thing stopped. She still had two hands on her flat chest, and two fingers in her but nobody was moving. It was as if they were sending her a message. They would not let her cum. It took all of her will power not to buck her hips and whine in frustration.

After what felt like an eternity of stillness, a third finger pushed it's way into her asshole. What had been pleasurable was now distinctly painful and uncomfortable, but still really sexy. Dirty, painful, humiliating, and amazing. She held still. All of her thoughts and all of her energy was going to making herself hold perfectly still.

A tongue flicked over her clit and she almost lost it again. The tongue started to circle slowly around her clit and the fingers pushed deeper into her asshole, pulled out. Amy repeated a new mantra to herself. After this it would be her turn. She'd dare Bradley to fuck her until she came, or dare Bianca to eat her out, and finally she'd have sweet sweet release.

"Time's up," Bradley said.

"Oh thank God," Amy said, sitting up while all the hands and mouths moved away from her and everyone returned to their seats. "Bradley, I dare you to..."

"Ahem," Bianca cleared her throat. Amy looked at her roommate and saw her wink. It was the signal. She couldn't make the dare she wanted.

"I...I mean Damian," I dare you to take Bianca back to your room for the night.

"Sure thing, Babe," he said with a big smile, "that sounds plenty fun."

Bianca stood up and placed her hand right on the bulge in his shorts. "Oh it will be fun alright."

On their way out the door, Damian turned and looked back at the group, "Oh yeah, I better take my turn before I go. Amy, truth or dare?"

"Dare," she said, hoping that whatever he said next would put her out of her misery.

"I dare you to do whatever my boys here say, for the rest of the night. Oh, and tell me all about it next time we meet."

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