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All characters are 18+.
The Afterparty is a longstanding collection of stories focused on a group of friends playing a Daring game after a house party originally developed by Cloontang. There are many variations of the story, and this is just one of mine. In most versions, John is our main character and sometimes he wins and sometimes he loses. But this is The Bully, and our main character is the guy who usually causes John grief, Tom.
In this story you can expect a heavy dose of machismo, uber confidence, rough sex, MF, MFF and MMF, squirting, surprisingly tender moments, virginities popped, anal accomplished, an unrealistic dick and ridiculous alpha male dominance. This story was originally written in short chapters and are collected here into one story for Literotica. This is a Reluctance into Consent story.
For my usual readers, please note that this is NOT my usual story. It was an experiment in writing a very different PoV character. Do not expect my usual haremy story, Tom is not the relationship, fall-in-love guy. Tom fucks.
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I smirked, phone pressed to my ear as Susanna moaned and sucked in a breath on the other end of our call.
"Now stop," I said.
"Yes, baby," she groaned, and I could hear the pout on her lips.
"I'm going back into the party now, Suze," I said. "And I'm going to fuck someone tonight. Maybe two girls, hell maybe three. And you're not allowed to touch yourself again until I call you back, got it?"
My girlfriend murmured something unintelligible.
"What was that, slut?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. No touching myself until you call."
"Good," I grinned. "If you're my good little cuckqueen, maybe I'll even get some pictures to send you of all the sweet, horny high school pussy I have my way with tonight."
She sucked in a breath, and I knew Susanna's nipples had probably just gone rock hard. My girlfriend was away in her first year at college, while I was still stuck in our hometown riding out my senior year. Even before she moved away for school we'd played this game - it started with Suze being crazy hot, emphasis on the
crazy
. She lived for drama, and when I told her I wasn't going to stop fucking other girls but she had to be exclusive to me? It had been like flipping a switch in her brain. I'd been cheating on her nonstop for a year and a half, and she loved every second of it.
"Have fun tonight, baby," she said.
"I will," I said. "Don't wait up."
"You know I will," she said. "Unless that's an order?"
I smirked again. "I guess you're going to need to figure that out." I hung up the phone and got out of my car, heading back to the party.
Sarah's parents place wasn't particularly large or nice, but what made it great was that it sat on a good bit of land and the neighbors were a couple minutes walk in either direction. Over the last couple of years it had become party central since her parents also seemed to be on vacation more than they were home. The party was still in full swing, with cars parked up and down the country road and a few even pulled up onto the front yard. Most of the high school seniors were in the backyard or inside, so I'd headed to my car for my call with Suze.
Inside, I pushed through some of the people near the front door and winked at Patty Janson, giving her butt a squeeze on my way by. She scowled at me, which made me laugh considering I'd had her bent over the hood of my car last weekend and I'd done a lot more than give it a squeeze.
Maybe she wasn't happy because she was currently standing next to her oblivious boyfriend.
I didn't give a fuck either way, and moved on to the kitchen. I grabbed a can of beer and cracked it, the loud snap and fizzle music to my ears, when I saw Sarah snaking her way through the party towards me.
"Hey, stunner," I said, opening my arms to her. She stepped in and hugged me, pressing her wonderfully plump tits into my chest. I bent my neck down and kissed her full on the mouth, which she accepted for a moment less than I wanted her to, and I gave her juicy ass a squeeze through her tight jeans.
"Hey Tom," she said, placing her hands on my chest and leaning up to speak quietly into my ear. "Don't go home with anyone tonight, yeah? I'm planning a thing after the party, stick around for it."
"I dunno," I said. "Tamara Kim was eye-fucking me earlier and it's been a while since I fucked an Asian girl."
Sarah rolled her eyes and bit her lower lip. She was one of the few girls in high school who I fucked more than a couple of times - she was curvy in
all
the right places, decently toned in all the others, and had a libido and body count almost as high as my own. She also had these cold blue eyes that she could work like a fucking magic wand to turn me on.
"I promise it will be worth a delay," she whispered into my ear, her hand lowering to brush against the front of my jeans for a moment.
"Fine, alright," I said. "You've convinced me."
"Good," she winked. "I'll see you in a couple hours."
* * * * *
"Excellent," Sarah was saying to someone out in the hallway. "Because we needed two more players for the game to work properly. Come on."
The party had thinned out dramatically, and usually I would be balls deep in some chick by now. In my car, or on my car, or outside at the far end of Carver Park if they were a little more freaky. Instead, I'd done what Sarah asked and had stuck around - that's not to say I hadn't fingerbanged Tamara Kim in the bathroom and let her get a good feel of the Hog, but it was more of a promise for later.
Now I was sat in Sarah's living room across from a couple of other seniors from the high school. Miranda I knew decently well - she was one of Sarah's friends, but a goody two shoes who hadn't been receptive to me before. She was sort of a throwback girl and had a sort of pop-punk vibe to her, and she did things like longboarding and I think she played guitar in one of the Battle of the Bands groups last year. Miranda was hot, and she was wearing a tight baseball t-shirt with some band label on the front that emphasized her nice sized tits, along with jeans that were more distressed holes than fabric over some beat up converse.
Unfortunately the other person in the room, brought here by Sarah, was Matt. Fuckin' Matt.
To be fair, Matt hadn't actually done anything to piss me off. He just sort of had one of those faces that was so punchable - not that I'd done that, at least not yet. I just found him to be an irritatingly naive prick, part of that social underbelly of the school that just seemed to exist without any reason to. He was someone who sat in the stands at the school games, not someone on the field. The fact that Sarah had been flirting with him as she brought him in the living room had been kind of weird to me, but she could throw herself at whoever she wanted.
"Oh," John said, hesitating in the doorway. He saw me, and I smirked. If Matt was here, of
course
John would be here. Again, John hadn't really done anything to me, and to be fair to the guy he wasn't quite as punchable as Matt. He was just... blegh. A speed bump on the highway of life. But if John and Matt were here, that meant...
"Come on, let's just get this over with," Nicole said, pushing John further into the room. She led him over to one of the open couches and they sat.
Nicole was, well, to be frank she was my white whale. She was a little on the short side, with straight hair she'd dyed blonde this year that hung to her shoulders in a severe cut. Her body type would have been a little on the curvier side, but like Sarah she had it in all the right places. And her ass was this kind of wow that had actually made me drool once watching her work out down at the YMCA. The thing was, she was also a fucking ice queen brat. She couldn't keep a snide remark to herself, looked down on everyone other than her group of nerdy friends, and she didn't date, didn't flirt and was definitely a virgin.
God, I wanted to fuck her.
Tonight she was wearing a skirt almost down to her knees, patterned like a schoolgirl uniform skirt, but she was wearing a baggy black t-shirt over it with roses and 'antisocial social club' printed on the back.
"Alright, this is everyone," Sarah said, clapping her hands and grinning. She'd changed at some point and was dressed in a grey crop top that showed off the underboob of her sports bra, and a pair of loose sweats that rode low on her hips.
"What's up, Sarah?" Miranda asked.
"I thought tonight we should play a game," Sarah grinned. "And I specifically invited each of you."
Miranda and I made sense for that, considering we would both be considered Sarah's friends. I didn't get the other three. Matt was staring at Sarah like a horny puppy so I figured he was her latest little plaything. Maybe she wanted John and Nicole here to get Matt to go along with the game, or just to fill out the players? It hadn't been lost on me that there were even guy/girl numbers.
"What game are we playing?" Nicole asked. She kept glancing at John, and I noticed that John was nervously glancing over at Miranda. Not that he wasn't also glancing at Sarah.
"High card, low card," Sarah said, producing a deck of cards from behind her back. "We all draw one card a round, and the highest card gets to give a dare to the lowest card. If someone pulls a joker then they get to make a dare for everyone else."
I smirked. Leave it to Sarah. "I'm in," I said.
"Me too," Matt quickly agreed. I shook my head. That little simp had no idea what he was agreeing to.
"I'll play I guess," Miranda agreed, going along with her friend.
"Um, I dunno," John said, but Nicole elbowed him in the side and whispered something to him.
"We're in," Nicole said, and John nodded.
"Awesome," Sarah grinned, and took a seat on the couch between Miranda and Matt. As she quickly shuffled the cards I moved the chair I was sitting in closer to the coffee table, and Nicole and John did the same with their couch so we were all close enough to reach the playing surface.
Sarah dealt one card to each of us, and the game was on.
"King of spades!" Matt shouted, flipping over his card enthusiastically.
"Ah, fuck," I said. A four of hearts. Thankfully I wasn't the lowest, with John and Sarah pulling a three and a two respectively.
"I got an ace," Miranda said, showing the ace of hearts. "Is that good or bad?"
"Ace is a one," Sarah said.
"Well, fuck," Miranda laughed, tossing it onto the coffee table. "I guess I lost then."
"Matt," Sarah said. "Now you need to dare Miranda to do something. And make it good." She winked at the guy.
