Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Dare Me by neverdoubted Dare Me - Chapter 14 - Mikey Gets a Dare (Part 27) The flash bulb wasn't what shattered my cocoon. But it was the first salvo. Hearing the film being squeezed through that accursed instant camera's exit slot, I felt my confidence wobble. Mel had a way of doing that to a person. She gazed in amusement at the developing picture while she made her way over to us but didn't bother to show me the result. I had to imagine the scene she had just captured. The photograph immortalized, for all time, two playmates, one boy and one girl, standing together in a shared, incredibly intimate moment. The girl, wearing a white veil and nothing else, was gazing in adoration at her strapping beau while her little hand lovingly attended to his gigantic breeding stick. The boy, also completely naked, towered over her. He stood tall and erect; his raw, naked potency on full display. "Do you have any final requests, before we begin the ceremony, Mikey?" asked Mel in an unnecessarily relaxed voice. She knew I couldn't reply and wasn't offended when I didn't. She was treating our interaction like she would with any other friendly acquaintance. She went to great lengths to completely ignore the unabated erotic massage being actively performed on my naked erection. Annie's breathing grew labored, poor girl. It had been several minutes since she started masturbating me, and she hadn't gotten a moment's break. I knew from experience how much work that must have been. Her little arm muscles had to be aching from the exertion. But despite her emerging pangs, she kept a proud smile on her face. Everyone in their little isolated community was expected to pull their weight; to discharge any assigned duties honorably and without complaining. Annie had every intention of pulling her own weight until the job was done. Her job, in this case, just happened to be pulling on my weight. With fierce determination she kept jacking, even though her labor of love was clearly starting to take a toll on her. Not about to give Mel the satisfaction of watching me struggle with the immense arousal I was feeling, I met her question with as casual and aloof a look as I could summon given the incredibly stimulating circumstances. If she could so casually ignore the active hand job happening below me, I could, too. After all, that's not my cock, remember? I treated her question like she was asking if I wanted a drink of water and simply shook my head. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, and we silently stared each other down for at least half a minute. A test of wills. Retreating to my cocoon for insulation, I adopted a strong, defiant pose which, admittedly, was probably diminished somewhat by my utter lack of clothes and the adorable little grunts the overworked penis attendant was starting to make between strokes. Even though she was doing all the work, I kind of wanted to gloat about the situation. After all, her failure to get me off was really Mel's failure for assigning her the doomed task in the first place. The mere act of standing perfectly still, seemingly unaffected while Annie continued her strenuous sexual exercise was all the proof I needed that I had, against all odds, neutralized Mel's poor little nude pawn. Neither of us wanted to be the first to back down. But eventually, it was the struggling tween who broke the stalemate. "uh, Melli?" she asked between grunts, "my arm is -ungh- starting to get kinda tired. Do you think I could -ungh- stop now?" Turning to her cousin with a gentle smile, Mel said, "Sure, Xube. Go ahead and get into position. The ceremony is about to start." The relieved tween gave me one last courtesy squeeze before letting go. My cock retained its totally erect position, even unsupported. It stood lewdly in front of me, straight up and down and extended to its full size, and even jerked in the air like it was still being pleasured by an invisible ghost hand or something. Annie flashed me a proud smile, I think she had a crush on me, then turned to exit the room. And just like that, my very first hand job had come to an end. I stared regretfully at her naked, flexing bottom as she scurried out of sight into the hallway. I already felt the absence of her smooth palm and delicate fingers from my shaft. Someday, that exuberant young lady was going to make some guy very happy. Unfortunately for me, that day wasn't today. With the latest ordeal over, my confidence soared. I had just survived something I never thought possible. And I knew Mel had to be running out of moves. Of course, there was still the little matter of marrying Nessy. But how hard could that be compared to an active hand job, right? Mel did not appear to be rattled in the least by the setback. She simply moved on to the next phase of her plan. For the first time, I noticed she had been holding something behind her back. Another trial, most likely. She surprised me by pulling out the fake banana I had briefly seen her holding earlier. Only, up close I could now see that it wasn't a banana. It was...something else. "Hey Pilli-Cate," she called across the room, snapping her fingers to get her absent-minded, and now officially boy-crazy, cousin's attention, "remind us all again how this talisman thing is supposed to work?" My mind raced to identify this new, foreign threat. I vaguely recalled Cate mentioning a talisman back when she had first tried to give her speech about tribal weddings. But I had absolutely no concept of what it was. In my sheltered, American upbringing, one had never crossed my path. And I couldn't for the life of me begin to guess its purpose or function. A big part of my visceral reaction came from the object's appearance. I don't know how else to describe it. It looked like a disconnected penis with a weird sphere connected to its base. Seeing that would make anybody nervous! My forehead grew hot, and I thought I was going to start sweating. I felt the walls of my cocoon weakening, and suddenly, I wanted to end my interaction with Mel as quickly as possible. Something told me I should be very wary of the talisman. Mel lifted it aloft and held her latest weapons in the air triumphantly while her cousin spoke. "Strong, virile men are highly cherished in the tribe," recited Cate, "it is the woman's job to do everything in her power to attract her desired mate and convince him to join with her in marriage. The binding talisman plays a critical role in the courting process as well as the binding ceremony itself." "Open up, big guy," Mel said, suddenly inching it towards my face. Up close, I could now see more details of the extremely phallic object. It was carved from a single block of wood and sanded smooth. The tip could not be mistaken for anything other than a cock head. It was not as long as my penis, maybe six inches including the strange, bulbous base, but nearly as thick. If she had tried to thrust the business end toward my mouth, I probably would have taken a swing at her. But she caught me by surprise by turning it around and holding it by the butt end. Unlike the dry shaft, the base appeared wet, like it had been given a coat of shiny lacquer. The base was not perfectly round, either, but had an indentation running vertically down the middle which separated the ball into two hemispheres. It resembled a peach in both size and shape. Suddenly, I felt her grab my bottom and give it a squeeze of encouragement like she had repeatedly done earlier while feeding me samples from the kitchen. Even the back side looked menacing, and I had no intention of following her orders. But before I could tell it not to, I felt my mouth open anyway. My body parts had spent too much time disconnected from the control centers to listen to logic! As soon as she saw the opening, she positioned the sphere between my lips and made a smooth, insistent thrust. Vaguely, I felt my mouth open wider to accommodate the wooden intruder. My teeth scraped against the solid object as my jaw was forced fully open to receive it. -Good boy! Now our groom is ready, - said Mel, taking too much pleasure in giving my naked bottom a rewarding, and very patronizing pat-pat of approval. Then she quickly snapped another picture of my plight before spinning in place and walking away as if nothing had happened. I was at a complete loss. Looking down in disbelief and nearly crossing my eyes, I saw four inches of wooden dildo sticking out from my "O" shaped mouth as my teeth settled into a groove that separated the base from the stem. I now essentially had two penises sticking out from my body; the one God had given me to sport between my legs, and another artificial one growing straight out from my open mouth. A realization dawned that they expected me to keep this in my mouth throughout the ceremony. I closed my eyes, desperate to return to my happy place and escape this bizarre, intrusive new reality. But my cocoon had completely shattered. To rebuild it, I needed some deep, calming breaths. Unfortunately, my mouth was completely full from the wooden sphere. As a compromise, I took a tentative breath through my nose and immediately regretted it. The alluring aroma of pheromones, even stronger than what I had sensed before, immediately filled my nostrils as Cate continued her explanation. "The bride will try many diverse things to attract her groom and convince him to bind with her. One particularly notable practice is to completely shave off all her body hair. When she is finished shaving, she will rub the back of the binding talisman against the entrance to her womb. She uses small ridges which have been carved into the base to stimulate her body to secrete her unique essence. With the talisman's base fully coated in her scent, it is placed directly in the groom's mouth so that he will be imprinted on her essence for life. "Carrying a bowl of fruit on her head, the bride performs a specially prepared belly dance for her groom. This represents..." Cate kept talking, but the sound faded from my ringing ears. I was too busy processing what she had just said. The shiny coating which I had mistaken for lacquer was actually pure, freshly extracted essence of Honesty. I tried to gulp but found swallowing impossible with the hardened peach in my mouth. I could sense the gap running vertically down the middle of my tongue where the two hemispheres came together to form an indented seam. The line was positioned perfectly for licking. And even though I didn't give it permission, my tongue started moving on its own. I'm pretty sure my pupils dilated with that first, delicious swipe of my tongue. The coating was sweet and slightly pungent; like nothing I had ever tasted before. No drug or artificial concoction could ever compete with the addictive potency of a woman's essence. One lick and I had to have more. My mouth started watering. I knew it would soon become a problem as I was presently unable to swallow, but I didn't care. I slurped my tongue all over both halves of the sphere as far as I could reach, letting Nessy's essence, mingled with my saliva, gather on my taste buds. Just then it registered what Cate had mentioned about the special ridges used for extraction. Knowing Nessy had very recently, probably with Lucy's help, been using those very ridges to stimulate her most intimate body part, I knew I just had to taste them. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I squeezed my tongue past my bottom teeth and found them. I was rewarded with the most intense concentration of her yet. A kaleidoscope of intoxicating flavors burst upon the tip of my outstretched tongue as I lewdly slurped up every last drop of Nessy's nectar. I was in Heaven. The binding ritual had not even started, but I was already willing to do anything for my young, soon-to-be bride. I was so satisfied that I didn't even care when the inevitable drool escaped the edges of my still open mouth and started to glide down the protruding talisman's girthy length. Barely noticing that Cate had stopped talking, I paused my licking and forced my head to turn toward her. There, I saw Mel standing beside Cate and looking in amusement across the room back at me. She was obviously reveling in my utter humiliation. I knew I looked ridiculous with a second phallus growing out of my mouth. I'm sure my degrading slurps and eager tongue didn't help the situation. But pretty soon, I couldn -(TM)t help but resume licking. Lucy snuck into the room and stood beside Mel, giving her a knowing wink. Then she took one look at me and almost laughed out loud. Now that everyone and everything was in place, it was time to begin the ceremony proper. With a cue from Mel, the twins began a slow, steady beat on their drums. That's right, I had naked twins perform live music at my wedding. All attention turned to the entryway where Annie, the naked flower girl, appeared with her small basket. She marched in a circuit around the room, sprinkling petals in her wake. But the prettiest petals were hanging in the gap between her thighs. Her pussy lips were bright red and puffy from all the new exploration her fingers had so recently been doing. I had a feeling she would be exploring her body, particularly her shiny little petals, further when she got back to the privacy of her bedroom that night. When she had finished making her rounds, she came to stand right next to me. She was being kind of possessive of her playmate and seemed unhappy at having to share me with her older sister. She looked up curiously at the strange wooden appendage I seemed to have grown in her absence but took it in stride. Then somebody flipped the light switch. There was still plenty of light coming in through the transom window, though. In fact, it kind of made a natural spotlight in the middle of the room. It was perfect for Nessy's debut. As the drums continued their slow, steady beat, the girl of the hour, the bride to be, nervously stepped out from behind the wall. She was half-naked! In fact, her only article of clothing, if you could call it that, was a small skirt made out of banana leaves. She steadied a basket of fruit on her head with both her hands. Her face was blushing profusely, but I wasn't interested in her face at that moment. Thanks to cousin Mel, I had seen every one of Nessy's sisters completely naked by that point. But Mel had intentionally kept her fifteen-year-old cousin's body hidden from my sight. Nessy was her final, and most potent weapon; a fairy tale princess in the flesh made ready present to me as my new bride. With her arms raised, her already small, teenage waist was pulled impossibly narrow. Or maybe it just looked that way because of her hourglass figure. Her ample grapefruit sized breasts were white as snow since she was too modest to dare let them ever see the sun. The only other color on her bare chest came from the two stiff rubies standing proud and pointing straight at me. I tried to lick my lips in response, but only succeeded in extracting more of her sexual essence from the infernal sphere filling my gaping mouth. Her body possessed an exquisite symmetry that could not be manufactured or replicated by human hands. Her raised, perfectly grown orbs swelled just enough to extend beyond the outer edges of her narrow, almost petite torso, and added a little extra curve to that part of her outline. The tiny green skirt was made entirely from too few banana leaves. She had no business trying to make a covering from just a bunch of leaves. She had done her best to overlap them for maximum modesty. But they were starting to dry out, shrinking in width and curling up at the tips in the process. Now, it was so skimpy that the skin of her creamy thighs peeked out everywhere between gaps in the hanging canopy. Her smooth, coltish legs were completely bare, and her feet were equally unadorned. For the wedding, Lucy had given her a new hairstyle. Her brown hair now had layers which somehow folded back repeatedly on itself to keep it back and off her face. Lucy had also tucked a single blue flower behind her ear which highlighted and set off her sparkling blue eyes. She no longer looked like a pilgrim. In fact, if she were sneering derisively down her nose at me instead of blushing and staring at the floor, she would have looked exactly like every other hot girl at my school. Hesitant, and uncertain about proceeding, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. That simple act caused her beautiful breasts to swell to even greater volume. My mouth would have fallen agape if it weren't already being forced wide by the talisman. Sensing she was already mesmerizing her audience just by standing there topless, she glanced at me, and I could easily read her inexorably honest expression. Like most teenage girls, she was feeling self-conscious about exposing so much of her changing body. She worried that, now that I was seeing her mostly naked, I would find a fault, something undesirable about her flawless curves and tender flesh, and reject her - or worse, start laughing. But when our eyes met, she read nothing but total adoration on my face. She remained uncertain about her exposure, and about the impending dance. But my look of approval must have instilled in her the confidence she needed to proceed. Still, it took a lot of courage for the topless girl to make her first, tentative dance steps. Her skirt had been pulled up to loosely encircle her waist roughly where she would normally wear one. But made of nothing more than wilting banana leaves, it had very little structure to it. Without a discernable waistband to hold it up, it immediately began to sag as soon as started moving. With her hands occupied above her head holding up the fruit basket, she couldn't stop it from slipping to reveal more and more pale, freshly shaved skin of her lower abdomen as well as the beginning of her pubic mound. The skirt finally came to rest much too low on her waist to be considered decent for anything except, perhaps, an erotic belly dance. Only the gentle swell of her growing hips prevented it from slipping further and exposing her privates. In a nod to the blessed generosity of her creator, the outer curve of her hips exactly matched the endowment of her breasts in total width. Exquisite symmetry, indeed! With her essence coating my tongue, I already felt an unbreakable connection to my bride. I wanted to do away with the rest of the unnecessary ceremony, fall to my knees before her, and pledge my undying allegiance. But she had a job to do. We both did. While she did her best to keep me interested in her nearly naked body in the hopes that I would find her attractive enough to go through with the binding ceremony, I did my best not to drool uselessly all over the floor. Thanks to Mel, I was now dripping bodily fluids from two penises. Her halting steps gradually became more graceful as she grew in confidence. According to one of her sisters, Nessy had practiced the dance in the privacy of her home. Almost certainly fully dressed, or maybe wearing just her nightgown, she had probably stood in front of a mirror and swayed her hips enticingly; merely fantasizing about what it would be like to use her developing assets to attract a future husband. But this was no girlish fancy. She was really dancing topless for a cute, horny boy, having to concentrate hard to keep her hips swaying to the beat of the drums instead of her own pounding heart. To keep her hips swiveling, she flexed various muscle groups across her lower torso. She really did resemble one of those belly dancers you might see on tv or the movies. The strong, rippling muscles of her stomach and abdomen drove me crazy with desire. I wanted nothing more than to feel her writhing beneath me while I plunged my breeding stick deep inside her in the ultimate binding ceremony. But as enticing as I found her midsection, my eyes kept returning like a magnet to her naked breasts. She was not quite as blessed as her older sister Cate; at least, not yet. But at only fifteen, she had already grown plenty big enough to keep a baby well-fed. And whenever she stepped too heavily, they responded with an erotic, playful jiggle. It made me envious of my sister for getting the privilege of massaging those gravity-defying melons while she prepared my bride for her wedding. Even though Lucy obviously knows her way around a female breast, I guarantee my skilled hands would have done a much better job of making Nessy squirm. One thing was for sure, even though the massage was over, Dave's lotion was still coursing through Nessy -(TM)s system and working its stimulating magic. Her stiff nipples resembled Lucy -(TM)s at the end of a long massage. Only, Lucy's didn -(TM)t get that big! I desperately wanted to try out my new suckling trick on her generous, naked tips. I could practically taste the salty sweetness of her ripe, red strawberries wobbling through the air as she danced. She worked her way around the room, performing the choreography for she had learned several times for the sake of her audience and intentionally working it out so that she ended up right in front of me. I got to enjoy every inch of her gorgeous body while she repeated her dance specifically for me before making a final spin which sent the tips of her skirt leaves flying outward and briefly flashed her naked bottom. Then she came to a stop before me, her chest heaving from exertion and her beautiful countenance beaming with pride. I gazed into her adoring eyes while both my penises continued to drip lewdly. With a flourish, the twins finished their duet and let the drums go silent. But in my head, I could still hear a deafening beat coming from the organic drum pounding inside my chest. I had no idea what would come next. But I couldn't wait to find out!