Night 4 of Spring Brea

Note to Readers: This is a standalone story; but if you enjoy it, you might want to read Night 3 of Spring Break, as well as earlier ones involving the same characters.

Our six college friends, who had remained on campus during Spring Break, had settled on a game to amuse themselves in the otherwise quiet evenings. It was a game of questions and challenges -- with an adult theme. It consisted of three stacks of cards. One set had questions to be answered. One had challenges to be performed. If the other players felt that there had been a failure to adequately answer a question or perform a challenge, the third set consisted of 'penalties' for the unfortunate player.

There were a few 'house' rules, devised by Brad (the ring leader) to keep things interesting: One couldn't select more than one Question card in a row; and the other players could substitute one Challenge and one Question of their creation in lieu of whatever was on the card a player selected.

The game started relatively tamely. Roger chose a Question, and had to admit when he first had sex (age 17, behind the football stadium bleachers.) Clarice chose a Challenge, and gave a back rub to one of the girls. Then it was Alice's turn. She chose a Question.

Q: What sex position or activity is the one you hate the most?

Alice gave a sardonic laugh. "Are you crazy? If I answer this, one of you jokers will make it a future challenge. I won't say."

"If you refuse to answer, you have to choose a penalty card."

"OK then, I'll answer the Question. I hate having my breasts rubbed."

"Wait, you used to love that," said her (former) boyfriend Roger, innocently.

"Shut up, stupid," Alice said, clearly caught in a fabrication.

"Wow, she lied. That has to be addressed, otherwise this game has no integrity," said Cliff.

(Really, integrity in a Truth or Dare-style board game? But it sounded good.)

"She needs to choose a Penalty card."

Alice, grumbling mostly at the betrayal by her 'friend' Roger, picked a card.

Penalty: "The player deserves a good spanking; 10 swats each administered by the other players."

Alice's eyes got wide, as she saw smiles and head nods by the boys.

"Grab her."

Two guys each got hold of an arm. Other hands undid the clasp and zipper of her pants and they were lowered to her knees. Alice was pulled to Brad's lap, bent over at the waist. As Brad held her there, her plump derriere, clad in silky blue panties, angled upward.

"It wouldn't be a true spanking unless it was against the flesh," Roger suggested.

That was all that was needed, and the panties were pulled down too, to join the pants at her knees. The soft white flesh of her behind rose up invitingly. Alice kept her legs tightly pressed together, knowing that she'd otherwise be displaying some more interesting flesh just inches away.

Brad rubbed his hand softly up and down the cheeks of her butt, then let one finger intrusively drag into the crack, causing Alice to jerk upward. "Hey," she cried.

"Oops, my apologizes," he said with a smirk. Then he pulled the hand away and struck one cheek. Then the other.

Alice yelped. Each person, including the women, took a turn striking the backside. It slowly grew a crimson color. Cliff noticed that Clarice was unusually flustered and breathing heavily as she administered the strikes on Alice's bare bottom. Something about the look in her eyes made him think something was going on. (He would shortly be proven right.)

When they were done, Alice drew her clothes back up. "Hope you guys had fun. Remember, I can devise a challenge too," she said ominously.

Joan drew a Question. "Name the most ticklish spots on your body."

This was not the worst question, to be sure, but she feared this would come back to haunt her.

"My feet, along the ribs, and the inner thighs."

As she feared, the guys' faces showed that they were entering that information into their memory banks. "Oh my," she thought.

It was Roger's turn. Challenge.

"If a man: Let the other players determine if you are circumcised, by feel only, into your shorts."

That was not good, Roger thought. He wouldn't mind the ladies doing a grope, but the other guys? That was a bridge too far.

"I'll take a Penalty," he said.

He drew a card.

Penalty: "Demonstrate your favorite masturbation techniques."

"Ugh." was his response. In front of everyone? Including the guys? This was worse than the Challenge.

"I'll do the Challenge," he finally said. The others, magnanimously, let him reverse his position.

Roger took off his pants and stood in his briefs. The others lined up, and felt down the briefs to the penis. The women grasped and rolled it around, feeling for the foreskin. The guys, mercifully, mostly made a show of inserting their hand into the briefs, but didn't in fact touch his private parts.

All the ladies correctly ascertained he was circumcised. The two guys didn't even bother to guess

Clarice was next. She chose a Question.

Before she could read the card, Roger interposed his own. "Tell us what you thought about spanking Amy's backside."

Clarice paused, thinking how to answer. "Well, she's got a great ass. If I were a guy, I'd look at those mounds all day."

"You didn't answer the question."

Clarice's throat tightened. She could always lie - but that had gotten Alice into trouble. And there was that thing about the integrity of the game.

"I thought it was very exciting," she admitted. "Seeing someone powerless and on display like that was a turn-on. I'm sure I'll have to explain my pleasure at witnessing that to a therapist one day."

Everyone laughed at the admission - and the seed of a later challenge was planted.

Brad was next. "Challenge."

Alice smiled. She was waiting. Before he could draw a card, she said, "Forget the card. I've got the challenge for you. I'm going to cover Cliff's guy parts with whipped cream. You need to clean him off, with your tongue and mouth."

There was dead silence in the room. Brad was not gay. This challenge would force him to do something far outside his comfort zone - or he'd have to forfeit and chose a penalty card.

"Hey, challenges have to be male/female, don't they?" he asked plaintively, hoping the others would rescue him.

"You set the house rules, remember? You didn't say anything about that," Alice said.

"I won't do it," Brad said. "Any penalty would have to be better."

He chose a penalty card: "Each player will remove one article of clothes from the penalized player."

Brad was wearing shoes, socks, a shirt, undershirt, pants and briefs.

It was agreed that shoes and socks each counted as one item. That meant five of his six pieces of clothes would get removed.

Cliff chose the shoes. Clarice took the shirt. Joan chose the pants. That left him in his undershirt, briefs and socks.

Roger went for the undershirt.

Alice was the last. She looked Brad squarely in the eye.

"You had fun fingering my backside, didn't you? Let's see what your rump looks like. Lose the briefs."

After a pause to register his disgust, Brad slipped off the briefs. The only remaining clothing, a pair of socks, was an awkward counterpoint to his nakedness. His flaccid penis and testicles, surrounded by thick, black hair, made their appearance. Well-formed male parts, to be sure, but highly conspicuous when you're the only one exposed.

"You got me this time," he said. "But remember, I still have my right to impose a challenge," Brad said, echoing Alice's earlier statement.

There's always a point in Truth or Dare- type games, when polite truths and timid dares have served their purpose - and depart. Where the raw, lustful nature of the game is unleashed. This was that point.

Brad sat down, legs together, somewhat hiding his nakedness. It was Alice's turn to choose again. Having chosen a Question before, she had to choose a Challenge.

Challenge: 'If a woman, show your breasts.'

Alice wasn't happy about this, but the crowd had seen those small breasts in prior days.

"OK," she said, and lifted her shirt and bra to display two smallish mounds.

"Nice," said Roger, trying to be supportive. But they were very small, just little nubs. Not her best asset.

Joan was next. Having chosen a Question before, it was Challenge time.

"Moon each of the other players for 10 seconds."

Somehow this game had a fixation on backsides, she thought. Well, it could be worse.

Joan stood, lowered her slacks and panties, bent over and displayed her tight, muscular backside to each of the other players. Embarrassing, but it was a good look; no disappointment there, unlike with Alice's small breasts.

Clarice was next and drew a Challenge card. But she didn't got to read it. As predicted, one of the guys (Cliff) substituted his own Challenge based on her admission about her excitement at Alice's exposure.

"You'll be tied up, spread eagle, wearing just your panties, for two minutes."

Powerless and on display. Her secret turn-on - not secret anymore.

On one hand, she dreaded the embarrassment. On the other, it was very exciting. Normally, she'd never have revealed her fantasy of exposure and control to anyone. But tonight, through the pull of the game, she had - and she was going to experience it.

"OK," was all she said.

Clarice started to unbutton her blouse but Cliff intervened. "I'll do that. You are not in control. He proceeded to unbutton and remove the blouse. He unhooked the bra, but let it lay loose against her. Then he unbuttoned and pulled down her pants. She stepped out of them, and stood before him in her loosened bra and panties. With a yank, Cliff freed the bra straps from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Now just wearing panties, he placed her on the rug. Her hands were wrapped with some twine and stretched apart to the legs of a table. The same was done with her feet, pulled apart and secured to other furniture. The nipples of her full breasts were erect; the bottom of her panties showed some moisture - she couldn't hide her excitement. To emphasize her helplessness, Roger dripped cold water from melting ice cubes from his drink down her naked body, causing her to writhe and strain against the ropes. Powerless and exposed. Her breathing was heavy. A fantasy fulfilled. After a time, she was released. She put back on the bra, but didn't bother with the other clothes. In the spirit of the game.

It was Joan's turn. Challenge: "The player to your left will remove a piece of your clothing, of their choosing."

That was Brad. "I want to remove the panties," he said. Joan was wearing slacks.

"How will you do that when I've got pants on?," she asked.

"Figure it out. It's obvious, isn't it?" said Brad.

Joan, with some grumpiness, stood and slid off the pants. She turned her back to the crowd and let Brad lower the panties. Then, still showing her backside to the group, she put the pants back on.

"Happy?" she asked, throwing the panties at Brad.

"Very," he said, holding the panties like a trophy. He started to pull them to his nose, to sniff, but Joan's glare made him stop.

Cliff's turn. Question: "Describe your most embarrassing sexual experience."

He knew what it was, but it wasn't something he talked about. But the pull of the game...

"OK, it was my freshman year. I went to a fraternity mixer. I had a lot to drink, something I wasn't used to doing. New college kid. I hooked up with a nice girl at the party. We went to one of the bedrooms. She offered to give me oral sex. But I couldn't get it up. Too much alcohol. I was very embarrassed. I thought the other girls looked at me funny after that. I think she told her friends."

"Still have that problem?" Joan asked, with a smile.

"Would you like to find out?" Cliff offered.

"No thanks," Joan said. "I take your word for it."

Clarice was next. Challenge. She was about to read the card, but Alice stopped her.

"I'll use my right to impose a challenge. I want to see if Cliff has gotten over his problem. Using a ruler, determine which guy here has the longest dick. And you should help them show their best work."

"Hey, that's hardly a challenge to her. It's a challenge for us guys," observed Cliff.

"Shut up, idiot; I think it's a lovely challenge," said Brad.

Cliff got the message. This could be fun.

Clarice got a ruler from a drawer and approached the first guy, Roger.

"Let me help you win this competition," she said, as she reached down to rub his genitals. Her gentle hands roaming over his penis produced the usual result, and it swelled in his trousers. Clarice loosened the pants and pulled down the underpants. Fondling the testicles, she watched the penis soar to its full potential. She measured. "6.5 inches."

Brad was next, and he obligingly loosened his pants. Clarice reached her hand down and manipulated what she encountered. His penis too filled the space. Clarice lowered the clothes and measured. "6 3/4 inches."

Cliff was the last one. Clarice did the same to him, reaching into the trousers to rub the organ. But it did not rise like the others. She stroked more firmly, reaching below to grasp the testicles. A small stirring, but no more. Cliff was embarrassed.

"All this talk about that terrible incident has psyched me out," he protested.

"Don't worry," Clarice said reassuringly. "You just need a little encouragement."

She lowered his clothes, exposing him, and took the mostly flaccid penis into her mouth. At the same time, she pressed a hand against the perineum, that space between the testicles and the anus, pressing upward against the skin and the prostate gland beneath. That did the trick, and the penis rose up impressively.

She took the ruler. "7 inches" she said, much to Cliff's relief.

"I knew you would be fine," she said. She didn't tell him that in fact he had measured less than the others. She wanted him to 'win' after his embarrassing reveal about his one-time impotence.

Joan took a Challenge card, but she was interrupted by Roger.

"I'll make the challenge. Let us all tickle you for 2 minutes. And you need to strip down to your underwear for it. Tickle torture!"

Damn, Joan thought. She was really ticklish. This was going to be a hard two minutes.

She took off her clothes, and in her underwear, lay down on the floor. The team surrounded her.

"Now," said Roger. With that, 50 fingers began their assault. Under the arm pit, her feet, and the thighs. Joan lurched around, trying to evade the sensations flooding her. Her legs pulled away, until Cliff sat on them as he continued to knead the feet. She bucked against the onslaught. Brad was tickling the thighs, moving very close to her groin, allowing his hands to 'inadvertently' touch the front of the panties. Alice was lightly feathering her fingers along the rib cage. Joan screamed and couldn't keep control any longer - she peed into her panties. The now damp panties molded to her mound, creating a camel toe. The two minutes seemed like two hours, and she was limp when it was over.

With the three guys having had their penises measured in public, Alice baring her breasts, Clarice just in her underwear, Joan mooning the crew and now peeing her panties, the 'game' was reaching its end. Not much more to reveal.

"This has been a great night," said Brad (still naked, by the way.) "Let's finish with a group hug." The six friends piled onto the floor on their knees, and draped their arms around one another. Each night of Spring break was bringing new intimacies and discoveries. Hard to think that there were three more nights to go.