Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿Dare Me by neverdoubted Dare Me - Chapter 14 - Mikey Gets a Dare (Part 28) Applause followed as everyone in the room expressed their appreciation of Honesty's performance. I couldn -(TM)t clap. But I did express my appreciation in another physical way. The excited movements of my penis drew her notice. The topless teen stood enraptured by her suitor's turgid flesh throbbing with potency. It thrummed out its own form of joyous approval of her seductive, half-naked dance, sending even more of my blood surging into already crowded vessels. My cock felt like it had been crammed full of hot, twisted steel cables, thick and strong enough to hold up a bridge, yet somehow sheathed in the virile flesh of a fourteen-year-old stud in rut. Mel, acting as the official wedding photographer, slid into place behind Nessy and snapped an improvised picture of my impressive display from the bride's perspective. As the instant camera clicked and whirred, she made a motion for Cate to proceed and tell everyone what came next. "To an outsider these, primitive ceremonies bear very little resemblance to civilized matrimony," she explained. I noticed a new edge in Cate -(TM)s voice as she spoke. It's not unusual for other single women in attendance to selfishly begrudge a bride on her special day. And even though it was not a real wedding, she was apparently still feeling a little jealous of her younger sister's enviable position as blushing bride compared to her own as a mere bride's maid. And yes, in case you didn't notice, I had a naked bride's maid at my wedding. And she had the biggest tits in the whole wedding party! "Even after her show of fruitfulness, the hopeful bride's position is not secured; neither is her task finished. For, despite all her best efforts, the groom may still find occasion to reject her advances. Until the final binding act, which joins them as man and wife, has been performed, she cannot rest easy on a job well done." I stared longingly at my potential bride until the words registered in my brain and I was struck with an unnerving thought. What did Cate mean by "final binding act"? Could she possibly be referring to...sex? Like...actual sex? I quickly scanned the room for clues about what was going to happen next only to find myself at an extreme disadvantage. I had been making decisions with my penis and had let myself get carried away watching Nessy's erotic dance. But despite my body's impressive and forceful demonstrations to the contrary, I wasn't sure I could actually go through with the act; especially with an audience of her siblings watching us! Hell, I didn't even know how! Even as I wracked my brain trying to recall the sex-ed lessons from health class, I tried to convince myself it wouldn't be needed. Don't get me wrong, there were parts of me that very much wanted to try, but I had to be realistic. Surely, Mel would not sacrifice her innocent cousin's maidenhood just to try and humiliate me, right?...right? As if she were reading my mind, Mel reached up with a single finger and gave Nessy's skirt the slightest flick. That was all the convincing those leaves needed to finally give up their tenuous grip on the girl -(TM)s swelling hips. In a flash, the skirt slipped over her bottom and fell into a heap at her feet leaving her completely naked. She flinched at being so suddenly stripped but held her pose. With her arms still on top of her head holding up the fruit basket, she looked like a Greek statue of a naked goddess who had come to life. She blushed harder and, slightly bending her right knee, squeezed her naked thighs together defensively. It did nothing to conceal any part of her, though. Rather, it just emphasized even more the sexy lines and nubile curves of her nude form. My mouth would have fallen open, and I would have started drooling at the sight, if not for the fact that I was already doing that. If the final binding act did involve sex, her body had certainly been thoroughly prepared and made ready for it. Lucy had done a meticulous job shaving every single hair from her privates with my straight razor. The cuttle little tuft of brown pubic hair I had detected earlier through her thin bloomers was completely gone. Her pussy mound was now completely bald, supple, and smooth as baby's skin. As with her nipples, her mound exhibited telltale signs of Dave's lotion at work inside her body. Her moisture factory had been expertly stimulated to make enough to coat the back of the talisman. But apparently, it been unable to halt production afterward. As a result, her shiny pussy lips were coated in the excess of her own natural lubricant. I didn -(TM)t have to imagine the composition of her nectar because I could literally taste it as my tongue lasciviously licked every last drop from the yonic peach in my mouth. Starting at the adorable cleft of her blooming flower, her matching outer petals parted just enough to reveal her juicy inner sanctum. A lone, quivering soldier stood guard at the entrance to her sex. But if that solider was anything like Lucy -(TM)s, I knew he could be persuaded. At the slightest provocation, he would betray the teenager and join forces with any foreign intruder to convince her to embrace, rather than impede it. We stared at each other for a few seconds, two scared, naked virgins driven by their own bodily urges to act, but at the same time frozen by uncertainty and inexperience. I was ready. I had accepted it. It was a price I was willing to pay. Suffering the ultimate humiliation at Mel -(TM)s' hand, finally cumming in front of everyone. But, in exchange, Honesty and I losing our virginity together in one final, explosive act meant to bind us together as man and wife. How could I possibly consider that a bad trade? Well, friend, let me tell you. There is one possible scenario I failed to consider. While she was certainly pushing Nessy to the limit, Mel had no intention of actually trading away her cousin's precious innocence just to beat me. It was all part of her scheme. She was willing to put Nessy's raw sexuality on the line. But I am ashamed to admit, the final binding act did not result in me losing my virginity, only my control. Mel backed up and captured a photo of the naked couple facing each other, then motioned impatiently for Cate to continue. "The bride must wait in abeyance for her groom to judge her ultimate offering, her own body, stripped for scrutiny. If he deems her worthy and of sufficiently fine breeding stock, he will demonstrate his approval by angling the talisman toward her so the final binding act can begin." Instead of waiting for me to scrutinize and form an opinion of Nessy's ultimate offering, Mel took charge and made the decision for me. Grabbing the back of my head, she tipped my face forward so that the wooden penis angled below horizontal. Then she condescendingly patted my naked bottom once more for a job well done and stepped back to take some more pictures. Nessy had a better grasp of her role in the proceedings than I did. She didn -(TM)t wait for an invitation to step closer, entering my personal space. My whole body tensed in anticipation. Noticing some drool on my chest, she lowered one of her hands from the basket on her head and placed it just below my collarbone. It was the first physical contact between us, and it sent sparks flying. I had already interacted with each of her sisters in an intimate way. The twins had taken turns dutifully massaging my aching balls. Little Annie had stroked my oily cock for several unbelievable minutes. And Cate had offered her naked teats for me to suckle. But they all paled in comparison to that one touch from my bride. I'm sure she could feel the pounding heart in my chest as her cold hand felt up my warm, sinewy pectoral muscle. I didn't want her to ever break the contact between us. But after a few lingering seconds, she lovingly wiped the drool from my chest and retracted her hand. Since she wasn't wearing anything, she had nothing to wipe her hand on. So, she just wiped it on the outside of her naked leg. She took another step closer and hesitated. I no longer held back but breathed deeply through my nose, instantly picking up the strong scent of arousal emanating from her diamond factory. I was a head taller than her, but with my face tilted, I could still look down and see most of her naked body less than a foot away from my own. I scrutinized the fine details of smooth, bulging breasts. Her wrinkled, pink berries lead the way, shrinking the gap between us to less than six inches. I still dumbly presumed I was about to get laid. But what was she waiting for? From a practical standpoint, I suspected the delay was related to our height difference and I didn't know what could be done about it. The tip of my penis was sticking up past my belly button, nowhere near her beautifully prepared pussy. I was so stiff by that point; I wasn't even sure my cock would bend down to the level needed to enter her no matter how much she tugged on it. I concluded, if our sex organs were going to be joined together in matrimony while I remained standing, my partner was going to need a step stool or a boost. But her hesitation turns out to have had nothing to do with the disparity between our sex organs. Rather, she was gathering the courage to do something else. I should have guessed. But I was still taken by surprise when she licked her lips, closed her eyes, and rose up on her tiptoes; leaning in with her neck strained like she was trying to give me a kiss. Of course, that was impossible with the binding talisman stuck between us. However, instead of puckering her lips, she opened them. I'll never forget the erotic sight of her mouth opened into an "o" shape, her cute little pink tongue probing cautiously forward to locate the tip of the talisman. When she found it, she realized she was straining too much and had to take a half-step closer. She had to open wider than she would have preferred, but she did successfully get her lips to close over the entire bulbous tip of the artificial penis. Opening her eyes, she found her face only inches from mine. A blush formed on her cheeks, and she tried to put some distance between us, but she soon discovered that the wooden cock bound her to me and did not allow her to move her head any further away without pulling me toward her an equal amount. Knowing she was still teetering on her tiptoes, I did my best to keep my face lowered so she didn't have to strain so much. It was the least I could do. She shuffled her feet anxiously. But then her eyes shot wide open as we both felt another kind of contact. She was alarmed to find that her stiff nipples stuck out too far on her generous endowment. It was exactly the right distance. With every breath, she couldn -(TM)t keep them from tickling the front of my body no matter how much she tried to suck them in or hold them still. Across the extremely narrow space we stared at each other with wide, round eyes. I was embarrassed, but also extremely turned on by the scene playing out in front of me. Her mouth was smaller than mine, but her end of the talisman was also smaller in total circumference. Her plump upper lip, even stuck as it was in a perpetually open state, still had an outward curl to it. It looked so cute and incredibly kissable. But obviously, she had other things on her mind at that moment. Her inexorable honesty prevented her from masking her true feeling as she gradually adjusted the reality that an object, shaped exactly like the tip of a penis, had invaded one of her virginal orifices. She was extremely embarrassed to learn, as her tongue inevitably began to explore the anatomically correct carving, that she did not find the sensation entirely objectionable. I noticed my partner beginning to squirm as Cate spoke again, "much like proper, American nuptials, the binding ceremony is not official until it is sealed with a kiss. But to do so, the bride must overcome the obstacle separating them. Her dedication and ability in this respect is also considered a sign of good fortune on their union." At that, Nessy's eyelids, complete with long, curving lashes, fluttered shut to block out the world for a precious moment before proceeding. Having already sought to do that exact thing countless times that day, I felt sympathy for her. I also recognized when her own body refused to cooperate with the desire to be still. It simply would not stop squirming. The motion caused her stiff nipples, just long enough to reach across to me, to drag back and forth across my chest; rewarding her with continual stimulation. Unable to find the serenity she was seeking, she whimpered and reopened her eyes. Recognizing the futility of further delay, she locked her eyes onto mine and, trying to keep her body as still as it would allow her, began working her lips to gobble her way down the phallic shaft toward me.