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 ï>¿Self Dares by stripgnd

   Self Dares Ch.  08

   Trying anal, a very public strip game and Hanna gets revenge.

   "That feels so nice," I whispered softly as I lay on my side with Andy
spooning behind me.  His cock was in me and at this angle, with each gentle
thrust, he rubbed over my G-spot.  We were both naked and in his bed when
both of us should have been up ages ago.  We had promised that we would go
out on our bikes with the group, but that ship had sailed and there was no
way I was rushing to make up the time.  He gently kissed the side of my
head and nibbled at my ear as he slowly had sex with me.  His left arm was
resting over me and his fingers were gently teasing and playing with my
nipples.

   Sex was incredible with him.  Size doesn't matter guys, it really
doesn't It is how you use it.  He was going so slowly, but the depth and
the angle were slowly driving me insane.  My stomach was twitching with
each stroke as the pleasure radiated through my entire body.  My pussy was
pulsing along his shaft as he took me.  "Are you cumming?" he whispered in
my ear.

   I nodded my head.  "Yeah," I whispered back.

   "That feels incredible," he replied as he kept his speed and depth
consistent.

   I held my breath as I felt my climax wash over me.  Slow gentle ripples
surged up and down my body as I orgasmed with him inside me.  He felt
enormous as my tight pussy gripped and released him as I climaxed.  He kept
the same speed though and just let me cum.  He is a fast learner, when I
was at orgasm what he was doing was very much working, there is no need to
speed up or slow down or change anything, keep doing what you are doing. 
As I regained some control of my body I pulsed my muscles as he slid in and
out of me.  I was hoping that he would cum as we had been doing this for
the best part of an hour now and if he came in me this soon after my orgasm
it would make me squeal and embarrass myself.  So intense and one of the
greatest orgasms I have had.  Solo or otherwise.

   "Sorry," he whispered.  There was no need to apologise, but he knew what
I was going for and he knew he wasn't delivering.  Again, not a review of
his bed prowess (no complaints from me), just one of those things. 
Instead, I pushed back onto him and he felt my position change and met my
pushback with a thrust forward and held himself inside me.  I occasionally
orgasmed again if he went deep straight away, but this was not one of those
times.  After a few seconds, I pulled away from him and I felt him fall out
of me.  I pushed back to keep him in me, but it was too late and instead, I
just slammed my ass into his balls.  "Oof," he grunted.

   "Soz," I said with a giggle.

   "No prob," he said as he lined himself up again and gently jabbed at me
from behind.  His aim was slightly off though and he was jabbing at my ass.

   "Not quite," I whispered as I adjusted the angle of my hips for him so
he lined up with my pussy.

   He changed the angle though and again jabbed at my ass.  He was doing it
on purpose and I had a wry smile to myself.  What is the fascination?  We
hadn't done that yet and it was not high on my list of something to do.  He
leaned in and kissed my neck from behind.  "Wanna try it?" he asked.  I
could hear the hope in his voice as he asked me if I wanted to surrender my
ass to him.

   To his credit, he waited for my reply and didn't just keep trying to
penetrate me in the wrong hole.  I considered for a few seconds then
adjusted my angle and offered my ass to him.  I just nodded my head.  He
slowly pushed forwards and I felt his head press against me.  I could feel
how wet he was, I had just orgasmed with him inside me and he was still
very slick.  I curled my back to adjust the angle and gritted my teeth as I
felt the burning sensation of a cock trying to go up there.  He pulled back
and the relief was instant, but he tried again.  "Slower," I said as I
pulled away from him and looked over my shoulder.

   "Sorry," he replied and kissed me on the lips.

   "No prob," I said as I resumed the same position again, "Really really
slow," I instructed.

   In his defence, he did go really slowly.  It was just really fucking
painful.  I am not sure if the condom was helping or making it worse.  It
was still slick with my natural lubrication, but even so, ow.  I moved the
pillow around and bit it.  Hard.  He pushed into me and I felt the head of
his cock slip into my ass.  I just grunted in protest as my ass got
violated.  My eyes widened and then crossed with pain as he slowly pushed
deeper into me.  I buried my face into the pillow and moaned as my ass felt
like it was being ripped apart.  He kept pushing and I reached behind my
back and stopped him.  "Sec..." I said as I controlled my breathing,
"Fuuuuuuuuuck...  one sec," I said as my belly cramped and I felt like I
really needed to go.

   "Does it hurt?" he asked.

   I nodded my head.  Stupid fucking question.  You are shoving a cock up
my ass.  Yes, it fucking hurts.  "It feels...  weird," I said
diplomatically, "Try again," I added.

   He pushed into me and my entire body erupted in pain.  My natural
reaction was too tense and things got tighter and it felt like I was
actually ripping in half.  "No," I said pulling forwards and off him, "No
no no.  Fucking ow, that is sooooo painful," I said as I rolled to face him
and held my hands behind my back protectively over my ass.

   "So no then?" he grinned at me.

   "Not without lube," I said, "Fucking hell.  Ow."

   "Sorry." It was a genuine apology, he didn't want to hurt me.  Granted
he did just try and stick his dick in my bum, but he didn't intentionally
set out to hurt me.

   "No prob," I said smiling at him.  "How do you want me?" I grinned.  His
turn to cum.

   "Doggy?" he suggested with a smile.  He loved doggy.  I didn't mind it
either, but he preferred me with my face on the sheet and my back angled
down.  For me to get off on it I needed to be horizontal or ideally my back
angled upwards.  I am of course splitting hairs here.  Doggy style felt
awesome.  Plus he could properly go for it and who doesn't like a good
fuck?

   I watched him take the condom off and replace it with one that hadn't
just been in my bum.  We were exclusive now.  We had had the conversation a
few days ago which was just a formality really.  I wasn't looking for
anyone else and I hoped that he wasn't either.  My status on social media
was now "in a relationship" and I was happy.  I have been happy in
relationships before, but this one felt proper, this wasn't just sex (the
sex was awesome) this was a relationship.  It felt like my first real
relationship.  I am not going to throw the "L" word at you or indeed him
yet, but yeah...  maybe.

   I sat on the bed cross-legged and watched him dick around putting on the
clean condom.  He looked at me.  "What?" he asked defensively as I just sat
and looked at him.

   "Nothing," I said, "Come here..." I said as I leaned forwards and pulled
him towards me.  He fell onto the bed and we had a cuddle and a kiss.  He
rolled me onto my back and I opened my legs in submission.  He took me and
we had sex.  I raked my fingernails down his back as he screwed me.

   He lifted my hips off the bed and supported me to give him the angle
that he liked and I just let him.  I reached above my head to push back
against the headboard as he was properly going for it.  "Sec," I said as I
stopped him and pushed him out of me using my foot on his chest.  He didn't
verbally protest, but his expression did, although me pushing him out of me
with my foot on his chest did give him a fairly awesome view of my most
intimate area.  I pulled him up my body until I could reach him with my
mouth and started to give him a blow job.  "Don't you dare cum," I warned.

   I sucked him gently as I teased at the condom with my tongue.  At least
it mainly tasted of me now and not the lube that they used on them.  The
squeakiness was still there though.  I deep-throated him and gently rested
my teeth around his shaft.  Hooking the condom with my teeth I slowly
pulled my head back.  I couldn't put one on with my mouth, but woohoo, I
could remove one.  I spat it onto the floor and pushed him back down my
body again.  I grinned at him and he stared back at me not wanting to risk
believing what was happening.  "Fuck me," I instructed, "Cum in me," I
requested.

   "Yeah?" he confirmed and I nodded my head, "Are you sure?" he asked.

   "If you want to," I said.  It takes two, and yeah, I was ready to stop
using condoms, but he had to be as well and if he said he didn't want to
then that was fine.  There was no protest though.

   I pulled him into me with my feet wrapped around his back and I felt his
bare cock inside me for the first time.  Okay maybe not, we have got a
little bit eager a few times and started without barrier protection, but
this was the first time I didn't stop him after a few thrusts.  It felt
awesome.  Like soooooooooo good.  I am sure it was psychological, but it
felt more intimate and his skin felt so much nicer inside me without the
thin sheath of latex.  Can a girl even tell the difference?  I would claim
that we can, but either way, it felt...  awesome.

   He picked up the pace and had sex with me.  I laid on my back and let
him do what he wanted.  I reached up and gently dug my fingernails into his
chest as he drilled me.  "Oh my God," he gasped as he looked down at my
naked body and watched his cock thrusting in and out of me.  He glistened,
slick with my excitement as we had sex.  I felt him cum.  "Yes!" he gasped
loudly as I felt his cum rush inside me for the first time.

   My eyes lit up as I felt his semen flood into me.  "Oh yes," I said as I
stared up at him.  My eyes were wide with pleasure and surprise.  I always
forget how incredible unprotected sex is.  He picked up the pace and felt
like he emptied a litre of cum into me.  I looked up at him as he squirted
it into me.  My eyes rolled up into my head as I neared a second orgasm. 
"Stay in," I said as I felt him slowing down.

   He pushed deep into me and I orgasmed again.  I stared up at him as my
eyes rolled into the back of my head as I shivered to ecstasy.  "Did you
just cum again?" he asked.  I just nodded.  "Fucking hell...  That was
amazing," he said as we kissed passionately.

   He collapsed onto me and we cuddled.  Naked, sweaty and me full of his
cum.  He lost his erection and my pussy slowly pushed him out of me
followed by the dribble of his cum.  I didn't care, I just laid under him
as we came down from our sex high.  He rolled off me and I cuddled into
him. We dozed on and off into the early afternoon.  One thing that condoms
do have going for them is without them sex is really really messy.  I
sometimes wonder how anyone ever gets pregnant as most of it seems to come
out again.

   It was almost 2 in the afternoon before I finally dragged myself out of
bed and went for a shower.  I was rinsing off the soap when I heard the
bathroom door open.  There was a lock on it, but I never engaged it because
it was only ever us two and he was more than welcome to join me.  As I
heard the door though my reflex was to cover between my legs.  Just in
case. He grinned at me when he saw me wet and naked.  "Wanna hand?" he
offered.

   I shook my head.  "Nar, I have my own hands.  I don't have a dick
though," I replied.

   He got in the shower with me and we had standing sex.  Showers are
slippery and dangerous at the best of times and it was always a bit
precarious when we did it in the shower.  Not helped by how short I was
compared to him so to get any sort of comfortable angle for him I was on
full tip toes while he crouched down a little bit.  I suggested that he
maybe hit the gym a bit more so he could just pick me up and bounce me on
his cock.  He thought I was joking though.  I was, a bit, but maybe not
entirely.  Being manhandled can be fun.

   After a while of awkward sex and a couple of slip-outs and awkward
reentries, I shifted the shower to the side and got on my knees.  I opened
my mouth and he slid his cock into it.  "Ooo yeah," he moaned softly as he
started to have sex with my mouth.  He was a little bit too eager and
blocked my airway a few times for a little longer than I would deem
comfortable.

   "Yeah, I need to breathe," as said pushing him out of my mouth for a
second.

   "Sorry," he replied as I sucked him off.  I was more than happy for him
to cum in my mouth as I could spit it out into the shower and be barely
noticeable.  He picked up the pace and started to abuse my throat more than
my mouth again.  "Can I cum on your face?" he asked looking down at me.

   I looked up at him and wondered how much dominance would satiate a guy's
desire for it.  I mean come on, I am on my knees with your cock down my
throat already.  I am getting no real pleasure out of this, and yet you
still wanna degrade me even more by cumming on my face.  I just nodded my
head.  He pulled out of my mouth and took over with his hand.  Dangerously
close to my face his hand stroked up and down his cock rapidly, his
knuckles were inches from punching me in the face.  I watched him, my eyes
flicking between his face and his cock as he pointed it at my face.  I
opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out like a welcome mat for him.  He
looked down at me and slid himself into my mouth again for a couple of
thrusts.

   Pulling out again he continued with his hand.  I tilted my head back,
opened my mouth and closed my eyes.  A splatter hit my cheek moments before
a blast of his semen hit my cheek.  A second ribbon fired over my face
leaving a line of cum from my forehead, across my left eye, down the side
of my nose and across my mouth and chin.  He unloaded onto my face and then
slid into my mouth again.  I sucked the last bits out of him and grinned up
at him.

   I stood up and rinsed my face with the shower.  While the water flowed
over my face I spat the cum out of my mouth unnoticed.  I do swallow, but
it isn't the greatest of tastes and if I can get away with spitting I do
tend to.  That makes it sound like a get a backhand if he catches me
spitting his cum out, I of course don't, but guys like the thought of their
girl hungrily swallowing their load so I do try and keep up the pretence.
It was in my hair and so I washed my hair again.  He helped.  Well no, that
isn't true, he got in the way and tried to finger me while I showered.  My
legs are not stable enough to support me when I am being fingered.  Not in
a wet slippery shower.

   We got out and I got dressed.  I had a missed text from one of the
cyclists and I replied with a simple.  "Sorry, slept in." half true, I had
been in bed until really late, although I wasn't really sleeping.

   "Can we try anal?" he asked me.

   "We just did," I replied, but I knew that he meant to try it properly
and for me just to bite a pillow and let him fuck me.

   "Yeah, but like...  you know..." he said.

   "Get some lube and I will let you fuck me up the ass," I said with a
naughty smile.  Yeah, there are nicer ways to agree to it, but let's be
honest here, he wants to fuck me up the ass.  He doesn't want loving anal
with me, he just wants to shove his dick up my bum and if I enjoy it that
is a bonus, but not required.

   I was sat in one of the most boring lectures possible struggling to keep
my attention on the subject.  I felt my phone buzz in my bag and I took it
out.  It was a media message from Hanna.  I opened it and was greeted with
a picture of a flyer.  NUDITY BEER PRIZES.  There was an afternoon and
evening of strip games at the University bar.  $20 to get in.  Hanna's
message was a simple smilie face and.  "Wanna give it a go?"

   "Absolutely fucking not," I replied.  There were a few reasons for this.
The first and main one was that there would be phones everywhere, and once
that content gets out there you have no control over it.  I have no issue
losing my clothes in even a fairly large group, but I do draw the line at
potential broadcast.  Also, there would be a lot of people that I know
there and there is no way in hell people I know need to have nudes of me on
their phones.  There was also the fact that it was the middle of summer and
my grand total clothing count was a summer dress and trainers.  I wasn't
even wearing socks.  It would be a very short game.

   "It will be funny," she replied.

   "Yeah, hilarious.  And if we lose?" I replied.

   She sent a laughing emoji.  "Not to play you fool.  To watch.  $20 to
watch drunken idiots get naked," she replied.

   I sent the laughing emoji back.  "Arr, got ya.  Yeah, sure, I will be an
hour or so," I replied.

   "Did you really think I wanted to play?" Hanna asked as we found a table
and sat down with our drinks.

   "Uh-huh," I nodded, "Absolutely no way though," I said.

   "God no," she agreed, "Stood up there topless knowing that your panties
are next.  Can you imagine?" she asked.

   I could imagine.  It was a fantasy.  Imagine standing on that stage
slowly losing a strip game as you slowly run out of clothing.  It was
purely fantasy though, there are just too many reasons to not do it.  That
doesn't mean it isn't exciting thinking about it though.  "Kinda cool, but
terrifying," I replied.

   As it happens there was no shortage of people who had no such
reservations about such a game.  I was half expecting the day to be a bit
of a flop.  How many people are willing to risk nudity for what is not all
that much money?  The entry fee (on top of your $20 to get into the bar)
was $10.  It was a simple game of higher or lower arranged in two rows of
seven cards.  If you got across the first row you won your $10 back and
could call it quits at that stage.  If you decided to keep playing and made
it to the end of the second row then you won $100.  For each one you got
wrong, you went to the start of the row again and something came off.  Five
items were the maximum and with the row resetting with each wrong guess you
could run out of clothes fairly quickly.  You could pay $5 to switch the
card if you so wished, but you could only do it once per row.

   Now don't get me wrong, $100 is nothing to be sniffed at, but the bar
was packed, easily 500 people, probably more.  Each one of those people had
a smartphone which had the ability to take photos and videos.  It was a
very public undressing and there was zero control over your image rights.
The internet is a big place and there are a lot of people with access to
it. So yeah, $100 is a decent enough amount of cash, but nowhere near
enough to have your nudes sent around various WhatsApp groups or posted
online somewhere.

   The games were to nudity, although most people lost their nerve after
the first row, took their $10 and called it a moral victory.  I was
surprised at how many people were willing to play the game.  Granted most
of them were beyond drunk and in fact one guy was deemed too drunk to even
play, but even so, there was not enough money in the world to make me get
on that stage.  Remove the camera phones though and I would be tempted. 
That is pure fantasy, real public nudity.

   It was a brilliant afternoon and evening.  It was so funny.  The crowd
were amazing and really got involved.  Cheering on the participants and
genuinely rooting for them.  Fat, thin, tall, short, male, female, they
were all cheered on enthusiastically.  The only time a cheer was louder
than for a correct card guess was when a very shy and blushing person on
the stage removed their final item.  There was no twirl, and there wasn't a
'no covering' clause in the game, but the cheer that went up when a
blushing naked person stood awkwardly on stage was incredible.  The
variation in the participants was what surprised me.  I have always assumed
it would be the 'cute' stereotypical 'sexy' people who would play, but it
really was a mixed bag and no matter who was up there the encouragement was
the same.

   A few people got sucked in by the crowd and continued onto the second
row when they really shouldn't One girl got lucky and won the $100,
completing the entire second row with no swap and with no missteps while
only wearing bra and panties.  She was not at all dressed for the occasion,
her panties being a thong that was probably closer to a g-string and she
doubled down on them with them being glass levels of see-through.  Yeah,
they were stupendously sexy, but when standing on a stage being watched by
a few hundred people they would not have been my first choice.  There was a
large screen behind that was keeping various stats.  The important one
being 'nudity total' and then a breakdown for males and females.  The total
was 12, with four females and eight males.

   Hanna came back with another round of drinks and placed them on the
table.  "How is he doing?" she asked as she sat down, "Oh," she said as she
looked at the stage and saw he was not doing well.  He was still on the
first row, had just got one wrong, was back to the start and was only
wearing his boxers.

   "Not well," I replied, "Another dick is about to be on show," I added
with a grin.

   "Good good," she replied smiling at me.  Even if you aren't attracted to
the owner it is always nice to see a penis.  They are amusing and funny to
look at.  Messy in a sexy sort of way.

   "So how much?" she asked me.

   "For what?" I replied.

   "To get up there," she said.

   "Not enough money in the world," I replied.

   She grinned at me knowingly.  "One million dollars?" she suggested.

   "Well, yeah, okay I would do it for a million," I replied.  Everyone has
their price.

   "500 grand?" she offered.

   "Well, yeah," I said, "But realistic offers, there is no fucking way I
am getting on that stage.  You?"

   "Oh absolutely fucking not," she replied.

   "What if it was capped at undies?" I asked her.

   "So even if I lose I keep underwear on?" she confirmed to which I
nodded. "Underwear being bra and panties?  Or just panties?"

   "Bra and panties," I said.

   "Yeah, I would do it for $100 to just my underwear," she said nodding.

   "Just panties?" I offered.

   She shook her head after a moment's thought.  "No, prob not," she said,
"I would have to be very drunk to get my tits out."

   "If there were guaranteed no cameras?" I asked.

   She grinned at me as she took a sip of her vodka and coke through the
straw.  "If there were 100% no cameras or any sort of video evidence then
yeah, fuck it, I would do it for $100," she said.

   "Nude?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  Naked," she said nodding her head.  "You?"

   "Oh yeah abso-fucking-lutely," I said, "Full-on fantasy that."

   She laughed and clinked her glass against mine.  We cheered as the guy
on the stage became another victim of the game and joined in with the
overwhelming chant of "off off off." To his credit he did and unlike a lot
of the others, it wasn't a shy and reserved strip and scurry off stage with
hands firmly cupped over the good bits.  He stood for several seconds with
his arms by his side taking in the cheers.  It must have been electric
being up there.  Hundreds of people cheering for your nudity and a few more
vodkas would put me at serious risk of my inhibitions losing their
inhibition.  Looking around the crowd there were actually very few phones
being used.  Okay, any number higher than zero was too many, but I would
have expected it to be a sea of camera flashes, but it wasn't It was the
same for the female losers as well, yeah a few people took pictures, but
the crowd reaction of jeers and boos at the people taking the pictures was
almost self-policing.  Almost, but not quite.  I had no desire to be in
someone's personal wank bank and even less desire for that bank to be a
wider audience.  Even Andy doesn't have nudes of me, and neither is he
getting any.  You just never know.

   "Wanna go and get some food?" Hanna asked at around half 9.

   "Yeah, defo, before I get too brave," I replied.

   "Ooo are you tempted?" she asked smiling at me.

   "No," I lied, "I am not at all dressed for it," I added, and that was
probably the main reason.  Shoes counted as one item and so I was wearing
two things, one of which was a dress.  So I would go from fully dressed, to
bare feet, to full nudity in two losses.  That was a little too risky even
for me.

   "No underwear?" she asked with a coy smile.  I didn't reply, I just gave
her a look that removed the need to answer the question.  She knew I had no
underwear on.  "Yeah, that would be a very short game.  Come on," she said
as she finished her drink and got up.

   I got the usual email the next day for feedback on the evening before.
They always sent them out and I usually ignored them.  This time however I
replied.  "You need to eliminate any sort of cameras being allowed into the
venue.  I am not sure how you would achieve that and provide any sort of
reassurance, but as the organiser that is your problem.  No camera
guarantee and both me and my mate would have played, I bet there were more
like us in the crowd."

   An auto-reply came back instantly, and then the next day another reply
came back.  It was clearly a group email by the wording.  It simply read,
"Yes, common feedback that one.  We are working on it.  Keep your eyes open
on the events board for the next event."

   It was a Wednesday night the next time when it was only Mum and myself
in the house for the evening.  I wanted some girl advice and as much as Dad
would make himself scarce it just felt less intrusive if it was just Mum.
She knew something was going on the second I went downstairs, invited
myself to watch TV with her and helped myself to a glass of her wine.  She
didn't say anything or ask what I wanted.  We both knew I wanted something.

   "Are you still seeing Andy?" she asked as the film we were watching
ended.  She simultaneously flicked through the Netflix options and selected
another random one.  We weren't really watching them, they were just
background noise and to fill any silences.  We were just having a nice
mother/daughter chat on a random Wednesday.

   "Uh-huh," I nodded.

   "Still loved up?" she teased as she smiled at me.

   "Uh-huh.  He is dreamy," I said over emphasising both the words and the
mannerisms of the reply.  There was sarcasm in my response, but the
underlying meaning was genuine.

   "Cute," she said, "When do we meet him?" she asked.

   "You have," I replied.

   "I am not counting you in a hospital bed as meeting him." she replied,
"Invite him round.  We aren't that scary."

   "Dad is," I replied with a smile.

   "Well, yeah, your Dad is," she conceded, "But he means well.  What are
your intentions with my daughter," she said using a mock male tone.  He has
never actually asked that of any ex-boyfriend, but the underlying question
is never that far under the surface.  Unfortunately for him at 18 their
intentions are usually just to find better and more fun ways of ejaculating
into or onto me.  If I get an orgasm during the process then that is a
bonus.  Of course, he doesn't need or want to know that.

   "Yeah, will do," I replied non-committally.

   "Another?" she offered as she pointed at my empty glass.

   "Er...  yeah, one more," I said.

   She disappeared into the kitchen and came back with two full glasses. 
She sat down again and looked at me.  "University going okay?" she asked to
which I nodded.  "Any interesting events recently?" she asked.

   I smiled at her.  "There was a strip higher or lower game the other
day," I replied.

   "To what?" she asked.  My blank confused expression promoted her to
clarify the question.  "Nudity?" she asked.

   I nodded.  "Oh yeah.  If you lost you were getting 100% naked," I said
and then explained the rules they were using.

   "Fucking hell.  How did they get the license for that?" she asked I
assume rhetorically.  How the fuck would I know?

   I shrugged.  "Dunno," I said, "They probably don't," I added.

   She grinned at me.  "Did you play?" she asked.

   "Absolutely fucking not," I said matter-of-factly.

   "Wimp," she goaded.

   "But a wimp with clothes on," I retorted not rising to her bait.

   "Yeah that is true," she agreed.

   "Too many cameras," I said.

   "Arr shit yeah, didn't think of that," she said, "Would you have played
with no cameras?"

   I wasn't expecting that question.  I opted for honesty after a little
bit of vocal stumbling.  "Er...  yeah, I would have been tempted," I said.

   "Damn, to be a teenager again," she said ruefully.

   "I guess strip games transition the generations in their allure," I
said.

   "Hell yeah," she said.

   "Have you played any?" I asked.

   "In my youth I did, yeah," she said.

   "Lose any?" I asked grinning at her.

   "One or two," she said.  The way she said it seemed to indicate that one
or two was a very low estimate, but she didn't give me a chance to question
her further.  "You?" she asked.

   "I have played a couple," I said.

   "Lose any?" she asked.

   "Only at parties and as a girl I have the right to call the game off
long before it gets interesting for any observers," I said.  I then told
her about the game we had played at the bar.

   "Any cuties?" she asked.

   "No such thing as a bad one when just for entertainment," I said which
caused her to laugh out loud.  I rolled my eyes.  "Not in that way.  Just
viewing entertainment."

   "Hey, whatever floats your boat," she teased.

   I took a sip of my wine and looked at her.  She was watching the film.
Or at least looking at it.  I have no idea what was even on.  "Andy wants
to try anal," I said.

   "I bet he fucking does.  Dirty bastard," she giggled.  Her face quickly
changed from joking to serious as she realised it wasn't a general
observation it was the reason I had been sitting downstairs for the last 3
hours drinking her wine.  "Oh, erm...  okay," she said as she looked at me.

   "Does it hurt?" I asked her.

   "Before we get there," she began, "The first question is do you want to
try it.  Because if that answer is no then that should be the end of it and
he should respect that."

   I shrugged.  I didn't want to be that candid.  "Yeah Mum, I do, I wanna
get properly fucked up the ass.  Is it fun?" She waited for a response
though.  "Kinda," I replied after a few seconds.

   She smiled warmly at me.  She knew my response of 'kinda' was a very
toned-down and edited response to the question.  My tone was quizzical, but
the underlying message was a fair bit more

   enthusiastic.  I wanted to know what all the fuss was about.  Every guy
seems to want it and really enjoy it, yet every girl seems to be
indifferent and a lot less enthused over the idea.  Maybe the girl is less
enthusiastic about it because it is her ass getting fucked, or maybe it is
just purely dominance and submission and you have to be really into
submission to enjoy it?  I have watched a few porn videos where the girl
really seems to be enjoying it, but maybe she was paid to enjoy it?

   "Kinda will do as a start," she said.  "To answer the question, no, it
shouldn't hurt.  It feels really fucking weird and can be a little
uncomfortable, but no, it shouldn't hurt.  If it is hurting then he is
either going too quickly, or more lube is required.  Or probably both."

   "Uncomfortable?" I asked looking at her.

   She nodded as she sorted out her words.  She was always open and honest
about this sort of stuff, but I am sure some mental editing occurs.  "Yeah,
like you really need to go and you are having a very messy and embarrassing
accident," she said.  I looked at her as I picked my words.  I think I know
what she means, but in these situations, you kind of need to hear it, just
for clarification.  She obviously read my expression.  She shrugged and
took a deep breath.  "It can feel like you are shitting yourself," she said
with a grin.

   "Eww," I said with a teenage giggle.  I thought that is what she was
getting at.  In my previous experimentations with it, I had both of those
sensations.  Pain and the needing to go one.  So the pain was wrong, we
were doing it wrong.  My next question directly leads on from that
sensation.  "Do you?" I asked.

   She knew what I meant.  "It can happen, but as long as you prepare
beforehand it is unlikely," she said.  I just looked at her horrified. 
They don't show you that in the porn videos.  Okay, they do, but I assumed
that was on purpose and a niche that I have absolutely no interest in.  Her
tone changed from sympathetic to matter-of-fact.  "Hey, what do you expect?
You are going to have a dick thumping in and out of your ass."

   "Yeah...  but eww," I protested.

   "As long as you are 'empty' and clean it is unlikely," she said
anticipating my next question.  I nodded my head in reply to that.  That
was enough detail for that side of it.

   "So...  how?" I asked.

   "Short version.  A fuck ton of lube, very slowly, and a considerate
boyfriend," she said.

   "And the long version?" I asked.

   "Are you still using condoms?" she asked.  I wasn't expecting that
question, but I shook my head in reply.  She grinned at my reply.  It was
serious if we had the trust for no protection.  Birth control was assumed,
she didn't need to ask that.  Although the ultimate birth control is anal
so not really relevant to this conversation.  "I would recommend you do. 
There is some literal nasty shit back there," she said with a wry smile.

   "Okay," I said nodding my head and ignoring the implied grossness.

   "Position is important as well," she said, "You don't want to give him
control over depth or speed.  Laying on your side with him behind you is
probably the easiest.  You can control his speed and depth by reaching your
arm behind you with your hand on his stomach.  You also have an escape if
he gets too enthusiastic.  You can just pull away and off him."

   "Okay," I said nodding my head again.

   "You on top gives you good control as well, but you don't want to slip
and land on him.  Plus if he wants to he can still thrust into you and when
it comes to the final moments a guy has zero fucking control.  Pun
intended," she said.  I grinned at her.  "Don't do doggy to start with,
even though that seems like the natural position for it.  Flat on your
front can be okay, but again, he has too much control and you have nowhere
to go if it starts to get painful.  If you both like it and once you have
built the trust and experience then try whatever position you want, but for
starters, I would recommend spooning."

   "Yeah, makes sense," I said smiling at her.

   "And the rest of it is a fuck load of lube and him going very very
slowly," she said.  "Water-based lube.  Get a good, known brand of it and
don't scrimp on it.  Lube him and yourself and keep reapplying as and when
you need it.  Then go really slowly until he is in and it is comfortable.
Once he is in and you are used to it as long as he doesn't hit an awkward
angle he can have some control back."

   "Yeah, okay," I said nodding my head.  "Will I enjoy it?"

   She shrugged.  "Some girls love it, some hate it, some are somewhere in
the middle and reserve it for special occasions for him," she said, "The
key is you shouldn't NOT enjoy it.  If you are uncomfortable or anything
like that you tell him to stop and if he doesn't you have my full backing
to castrate him.  I will stand up in court as a character witness," she
said with a grin.

   "Do you like it?" I asked.  That caused me to blush.  That was very much
an internal question that I didn't mean to verbalise.  Too late now though.

   She smiled at me.  The question took her by surprise a little bit, but
she didn't mind.  "I am somewhere in the middle.  I don't love it, but I'm
more towards the enjoying it side than not," she said.  I pushed the fact
that it was Dad she was talking about out of my head.  No one wants to
imagine their parents having sex and for some reason, Mum taking it up the
ass somehow felt even more weird.

   "Will I c..." I began, but the last word stuck in my throat.  I looked
at her, but she waited for me to finish the question.  I dropped my tone to
barely a whisper.  "Will I cum?" I finished.

   "Possibly.  Probably not the first time as you will be too nervous, but
yeah, it is possible," she said confidently.  She recognised my insecurity
and knew if she mirrored my insecurity it would make it worse for me. 
Treating it like normal makes it normal, which it is.  It is just...  so
personal.  She also anticipated my next question.  I was never going to ask
it, but she answered it anyway.  "I do very occasionally.  It actually
feels really nice when he cums," she said.

   "Eww," I said.  Images of my Dad cumming up my Mum's bum flashing
through my head.  "Thanks though," I added.  Her advice was invaluable.  I
could ask girlfriends or Google, but Mum's advice is just more reliable.

   "No problem," she said, "Enjoy it and as difficult as it is, relax, it
is a lot easier if you are relaxed," she added.

   "Yeah, you do hear that," I said to her.  It was no surprise I
researched it online a little bit.

   "Oh, and also," she began.  "He may not like it.  Don't be surprised if
he isn't into it.  It feels weird for him as well.  Just because you have
started doesn't mean you have to finish.  Take the condom off, don't be
tempted to suck him and it is a good idea for him to wash before he goes in
the other place.  Or just use your hand, or watch him, whatever you are
into."

   "Yeah, eww," I said about the sucking.

   "As some general advise.  Get him really worked up beforehand.  The more
turned on he is the shorter he will last.  He is most likely going to love
it and it is one time when him being a 30-second wonder is a bonus," she
said.

   "That is very true," I said giggling.

   "Sexy dress, stilettos, sexy underwear, or even no underwear and make
sure he knows well in advance.  Proper dirty talk.  I am sure you know the
drill," she said with a smile.

   "Be a slut...  got it," I said grinning at her.

   "Is he..  er...  big?" she asked.  She wasn't being pervy, it was a
genuine question relating to my chances of enjoying it or not.  I didn't
answer verbally, I just held my fingers indicating his rough size.  She
nodded her head.  "Yeah, you will be fine." At that moment in time and for
only a second I wondered how big Dad was.  Weird, and eww, but hey, it
seemed relevant.  Not that I asked.

   We finished the film and were drinking when Dad came back from the bar.
He came in and looked at us.  "Wow, what do we owe this honour?" he asked
when he saw me sitting there.

   "She is drinking our wine," Mum said.

   "Figures," he said, "Do you need a refill?"

   "I am okay," I said, "Gonna go to bed anyway," I said.  Leave them to
it.

   "Yeah I will have a refill," Mum said as she handed him her glass.  He
took it and went into the kitchen.  I had intended to make myself scarce,
but he came back quicker than I expected and sat on the sofa.  He gave her
a kiss and sat back with his wine.

   "Eww," I protested at their public display of affection.

   "Oh shush with your eww," Dad said jovially.  He was ace when he has had
a drink.  "Anyway, shouldn't you have some clothes on?" he asked looking at
me.  No filter when he has had a drink.

   "Shorts and t-shirt," I protested holding my arms out in demonstration.
It was barely a t-shirt, with super short arms, just about long enough to
meet the shorts and when stretched tight without stretched arms it did a
very poor job of hiding my nipples as well.  The shorts were a far cry from
actual shorts as well and were probably closer to what you would wear under
a gym skirt.  I wore them to sleep in or for lounging around in.  I had
nothing on underneath them, so I guess technically they were underwear.

   "Barely," he grumbled.

   "Oh shush grandpa," Mum said, "Leave her alone."

   "Yeah, leave me alone," I said, "Anyway, gonna go to bed.  Thanks, Mum,"
I said as I got up and gave her a hug.

   "Fucking hell," I heard Dad mumble.  Not at us hugging, that would be a
weird fantasy, but I was wearing what was effectively underwear and a
t-shirt that was short and not fitted, even if it wasn't a couple of sizes
too big for me for comfort.  To achieve the cuddle I had pretty much just
bent over in front of him.  It would be a fairly good view of my barely
covered ass and as a bonus, he probably saw straight up my t-shirt (no bra)
as well, even if I am his daughter.  As I said, no filter.

   "Soz Dad," I said as I ran my fingers around the elastic of my shorts. I
probably should have done that beforehand.  Cheeky and probably read my
lips from that angle.  "Night," I said.

   "Night love," he said and watched me leave the room.  Or watched my ass
anyway.  "Everything okay?" I heard him ask as soon as he thought I was out
of earshot, but I waited for her reply.

   "Yeah, all good, girl stuff, not anything you need to concern yourself
with," Mum replied.  I trusted that she wouldn't tell Dad, but reassurance
is always nice.  "Wanna blow job?" she asked.  Now that I didn't want to
hear.  I heard the zip of his jeans and his sharp intake of breath as I
assume her mouth surrounded his cock.  I made myself scarce upstairs. 
Fucking hell, give it a few minutes before you rip each other's clothes
off.

   We were out for some dinner.  Just at the local bar near Andy's house.
It was nowhere special so I was just wearing my usual jeans, a T-shirt and
my trainers.  I had been nervous and tingly all day.  He had advised me a
few days ago that the lube had arrived.  I dismissed it as a throwaway
comment and made sure he realised just because he now had lube didn't
automatically give him access to my back door.  I wasn't as blunt as that,
but he knew he wasn't getting bum fun.  Today however I had woken up horny
and despite two early morning self-administered fairly incredible orgasms
my body just wouldn't let up.  I had done all the prep as advised by Mum
and was sitting picking at my mac and cheese.  That sounds like some sort
of euphemism, it isn't I was however to be blunt, horny as fuck.  I was
going to let him fuck me up the ass.  Or at least try it, it may quite
literally end in tears, most likely mine, but you never know, I may enjoy
it.

   We finished our food and ordered a couple of drinks.  I was sat next to
him in the booth that we had and there had been disgraceful displays of
public affection throughout the evening.  I was currently sipping at my
vodka, while he teased his fingers between my legs.  The booth offered
privacy, but I hadn't stopped him when he was doing it through my jeans, I
also hadn't stopped him when he bypassed the jeans and stroked me through
my panties.  They had been pushed aside and he was currently fingering me
in public.  My eyes were glassy with pleasure and I was more chewing the
straw than sucking on it.  If my teeth were clenched I wasn't making any
involuntary noises.

   "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," I said, barely a whisper and looked at him.  My eyes
flickered and blurred for a second before I blinked them back into focus
again.  "That feels so fucking nice," I whispered and grinned at him biting
the straw seductively.

   The waitress came over and collected a few empty glasses and our plates.
I swatted at his hand and crossed my legs when I saw her coming over. 
Recovering a shred of composure I sipped my drink and smiled at her. 
"Thanks," I said as she collected everything.

   "No worries," she said, "Do you need anything else?"

   Yeah, I need a dick in me, but I am sure she neither wanted to know such
detail nor be in a position to offer such a service.  "No ta," I said.

   She disappeared into the kitchen and I uncrossed my legs.  Andy didn't
need an invite and he resumed where he left off.  I stared at him in
surprise as I felt myself losing the battle with my own body.  I closed my
eyes and fought the tingle that was rising up inside me, but I was losing
this one, I was going to orgasm in public.  He has watched me orgasm enough
to know the signs that I am close and he just smiled at me knowingly.  I
shifted my position slightly on the bench, but I was beyond controlling
this.  "I'm gonna cum," I whispered.  My eyes crossed at the same time as
orgasm rippled through me.  I managed to control the shaking signs of
climax and instead just stopped breathing while staring into my vodka glass
like it was the most interesting thing in the world at that moment in time.

   He let me finish and then adjusted the angle of his hand and fingers. 
He was going to make me cum again.  "Ah ah," I said shaking my head and
crossing my legs.  "Fuuuuuuuuuuck, I can't do two quietly." I grinned at
him.  I felt like I had wet myself, my panties felt physically wet as I
crossed my legs.

   "You are so cute when you cum," he observed.  I just blushed.

   I composed myself and sat up straight again.  I swapped the straw out of
my vodka as the one I was currently using was a chewed mess.  "I am going
to suck you dry later," I whispered as I took a sip of vodka.

   "Promise?" he grinned at me.

   "Promise" I confirmed.  We continued with the drinks and he ordered a
final round for us.  I excused myself to the restroom and slipped my
panties off.  I say slipped them off, there is no slipping possible with
jeans on.  I stripped from the waist down then put my jeans back on.  I was
actually surprised that the panties weren't dripping wet.  I had been
creaming them most of the day and he had just fingered me to a fairly good
orgasm.  They were clearly not dry, but they weren't wring them out levels
of wetness.

   I palmed them and went back to the table.  They were a tiny thong so I
could easily hold them invisibly in my hand.  I rested my hand on his under
the table and when he turned his palm upwards to hold my hand I opened my
hand and dropped my panties into his open palm.  He knew instantly what it
was and a smile spread across his face.  He closed his hand around them and
the grin spread a little wider.  He knew how wet I was, his fingers had
just been inside me, but feeling my excitement in panties that I was no
longer wearing was a massive turn-on for him.  "I am so horny," I
whispered. "Wanna fuck me up the ass?"

   He looked at me for a second while my words registered.  "Really?" he
asked when he had processed what I had just said.

   "Uh-huh," I nodded, "I want you to fuck me up the ass," I said again.

   He downed his drink and I followed suit.  We paid the check and
practically ran back to his.  He let us in and manhandled me into the
bedroom.  Throwing me onto the bed he was actually naked before I was for a
change.  He was keen, give him that.  He took my t-shirt off, I wasn't
wearing a bra, and moments later my jeans were gone so I was naked.  He
lowered his face between my legs and licked me.  My body exploded with
pleasure as he went down on me.  He licked me to another orgasm, lapping at
my excitement as it flowed out of me and into his eager mouth.  We swapped
positions and I returned the favour, Although he stopped me short of his
orgasm.  "I am gonna cum if you do that," he said.

   I smiled at him and pulled him up for a kiss.  I fumbled around on his
bedside table and found a condom.  I put it on him while we kissed. 
"Boring stuff," I said to which he pulled back and listened.  "Stop means
stop.  I want you behind me, on your side.  I have full control."

   "Of course," he said.

   We resumed the kissing and after a while, I rolled onto my side and he
cuddled in behind me.  I felt the lube on my bare bum and jumped at the
coldness of it.  He stroked himself to apply the lube to his cock and then
cuddled into me.  I pushed my bum out and reached behind my back.  I guided
him towards my wrong hole.  He pushed and actually slipped inside me.  "Ooo
fuck, ow," I said.  It didn't actually hurt, it was just a surprise to
suddenly have a dick up my bum that easily.  I pulled away from him, "Let
me," I said.

   "Sorry," he whispered.

   I took the lube off him and added, as Mum put it, a fuck ton of it.  I
guided him back and gently pushed myself back onto him.  He slipped inside
again distressingly easily.  Surely anal should be way harder than this?  I
pushed back onto him as slowly as I could waiting for the pain.  It never
arrived.  I felt fuller and it was quite possibly the worst sensation I
have ever experienced when not just in my own company in the bathroom.  I
let go of his cock and rested my hand on his stomach.  I pushed back onto
him again and he slipped deeper and deeper up my bum.  "That feels so
fucking weird," I said softly.  I trusted Mum unconditionally, but I will
admit I doubted her when she said it shouldn't hurt, it just felt weird. 
She was right though, it didn't hurt, it just felt really really odd and
then I felt his balls press against me.  That was it, he was all in.

   "That is fucking incredible," he gasped behind me.

   "Feel good?" I asked.

   I felt him nod behind me.  "So fucking good," he whispered, "Does it
hurt?"

   I paused for a second to confirm that it really didn't hurt.  I shook my
head.  "No," I said.  "It feels really fucking weird though," I said.

   I held him inside me for a few moments as my body adjusted to the
invasion.  I tensed a few times, just to feel it and that did hurt a little
bit.  Maybe hurt is too strong a word, it just ached a bit.  I slid my hips
forward and felt his slick cock slowly start to slide out of my ass.  "Oh
fuck," he gasped as I started to slide my ass up and down his cock.  He was
a considerate boyfriend.  He was laying statue still and it must have been
torture as I am sure he just wanted to hammer away at me.  I shifted my
hips slightly and pushed back onto him until he was balls-deep again.

   I moved my hand away from his stomach but held it close by just in case.
"Slowly," I said.

   He gently pulled out of me and overestimated his length and the desire
for my ass to not have a dick up it as he fell out.  I reached behind
myself and guided him back in me again then felt him slowly feed his dick
back into my bum again.  He quickly adjusted to the different angle and
didn't fall out again.  I gradually moved my hand further away from his
stomach as I gave him control.

   It really didn't feel nice, but equally, it wasn't horrible either.  He
picked up the pace and I slowly moved my hand further away from him.  I was
waiting for the pain.  I could feel how deep he was.  He wasn't the biggest
in that department, but even so, at this angle and position, he was his
full five inches in me.  He felt huge, like really big as he took me up the
wrong hole.  I fully retracted my hand and rested it on the bed next to me.
It actually felt okay, I wouldn't pick it over pussy or even my mouth, but
it felt okay.  He seemed to be enjoying it and was going faster and harder.
The position of him being on his side was not the best for him to properly
fuck me, but that was kind of the idea.  He shifted and the angle changed
slightly which sent a pang of discomfort through me and I tensed which made
it worse.  "Sorry," he said as he felt my body change from relaxed to fully
tense.  He also stopped instantly, although he didn't pull out.

   "It is okay.  Keep going," I said.  He did, slowly at first but
gradually getting faster again.

   "Does it hurt?" he asked.

   I shook my head.  "Not really, it just feels really really weird," I
said.  I wouldn't say that it didn't hurt as I was very much aware of a
dick being where it shouldn't be and my body was not overly amused at my
decision.  It was just an ache, a sensation of being too full.  It was a
nice discomfort though.  It felt so naughty.  He didn't reply he just kept
going, firmly, but with an element of care.  "Can you cum like this?" I
asked.

   "Uh hu," he nodded, "It feels...  just...  wow," he said.

   I looked over my shoulder and grinned at him.  "Cum in my ass," I
teased.

   He cuddled in behind me and went a little deeper.  He pulled me close
and held himself deep in me for a few seconds and then tension left his
embrace.  Was that it?  I looked over my shoulder at him.  "Did you just
cum?" I asked him.

   "Yeah," he nodded, "Fucking hell...  wow," he added.  That was
disappointing, even when using a condom it feels really nice when a guy
cums in you, but I barely felt that.  It was more his body action that
alerted me to it.  I guess with no condom I would feel it, but I doubted it
would feel anywhere near as nice as it does in the correct entrance.  Plus
the fact I don't think I want cum up my bum.

   I reached behind my back and held the condom on his cock as I pulled off
him.  The sensation of emptiness was so strange after feeling so full.  The
second he was out of me I let go of him.  I knew where that had been.  Eww.
He was soft before I pulled him out of me and I rolled onto my back.  We
kissed and cuddled with an intimacy that I have never experienced.  Not
just with him, but ever.  I felt closer to him at that moment than I ever
have with anyone else.

   The buzz of sex faded and he let out a few single snores as he started
to fall asleep.  "Back in a sec," I said as I got out of bed.  "Take the
condom off," I said to him as he was still wearing it.  He just nodded and
then I went to the bathroom.  I decided to just have a shower, it was
easier.  Lube was everywhere.  My ass felt weird, but I guess it is allowed
to feel a little odd, I have just let a guy fuck it for pretty much the
first time.  Yeah, I have dabbled in anal, but that was the first time I
have ever taken a full cock up there.

   I went back into his room, still naked, and to his credit he had taken
off the condom and I couldn't see it, so he must have at least binned it. I
cuddled up to him and went to sleep.

   The next day Mum asked how my night had been and I replied with my usual
wry smile.  "You were right," I added.  She would know what I was referring
to.

   "Never doubt your mother," she replied.

   "Although it didn't feel nice when he...  you know," I said to her.

   She just shrugged.  "Yeah, it is personal to you, everyone is
different," she said.  "Did you like it?" she asked.

   I hesitated as I wasn't sure if I wanted to be that candid or not.  My
hesitation probably answered the question for her.  The reply was either an
instant, hell no, or it was a consideration of taboo as to whether I admit
to enjoying bum sex.  I just went down the middle.  "I didn't dislike it,"
I replied.  Which I guess was truthful.  It was my least favourite option,
but it wasn't that bad.  She didn't continue the conversation and left it
at that.

   Hanna was at mine a few days later and we were just chatting while
laying on my bed and listening to some music.  "Oh yeah, have you seen
there is another strip night at the weekend?" Hanna said.

   "No," I replied, "Same as the last one?"

   "Actual security to get in with scanners and all mobiles will be taken
off people," she said.

   "They listen to feedback then," I said.

   "Seems that way," she said.  Then paused for a few seconds before
asking, "Fancy it?"

   I smiled at her.  She wasn't asking if I fancied going as a spectator,
she was asking if I fancied playing.  She clearly did, or she wouldn't have
mentioned it in the way she had done.  "Do you?" I asked.  I did, but I
didn't want to sound too keen and have misread her.

   She nodded.  "Yeah, maybe," she said.  Social taboo is a funny thing,
isn't it?  Both of us were very much interested.  We had said as much on
the first night and our concerns had been addressed.  Yet public nudity was
still taboo, and putting yourself in such a situation was still potentially
a faux pas.

   "Awesome, me too," I replied, "Let's try to keep our panties on?" I
suggested.

   "Well I was hoping for a little more than that," she replied with a
grin, "But yeah, at the bare minimum, let's try to keep our panties on."

   The Saturday came around and Hanna was at mine getting ready.  After
reading the extensive rules on the website we were allowed six items. 
There were a load of small print on the items which I won't bore you with,
but basically, you can include shoes and socks as a total of four items,
but they can't be removed sequentially.  So you can't go, shoe, shoe, sock,
sock for your first four losses.  You had to go shoe, shoe, top, sock sock,
or similar.  It was to stop people from having six unimportant items and
then one main item.  Additional terms prevented any workaround to achieve
the same goal, so we were allowed six items and for the final item, we had
to be topless or bottomless and uncovered.  So you couldn't wear a long
T-shirt as your last item, but you could wear a vest.  If your last item
was your bottoms, they had to be underwear, they could be any type of
underwear, but it had to be underwear and visually recognisable as such. 
This was to stop the last item from being a skirt, or an underskirt or
something like that.  Basically, it is a strip game that is being watched
by people there for entertainment.  Don't be a dick, take your kit off if
you are losing and give the audience something to cheer for.  Which was
fair enough.

   I was wearing shoes, a skirt, a T-shirt, a bra and panties.  That would
also be my undressing order.  Hanna was the same except she was wearing
jeans instead of a skirt.  I was freshly waxed all over, Hanna was neatly
trimmed down there but did have pubes.  Neither of us were intending of
losing, but assuming the promise of no mobiles was delivered we were both
playing and so in a game of chance there was a real possibility that one,
or both of our panties could hit the deck.  May as well look cute.

   "Sorted?" I asked Hanna.

   "Yep," she nodded.

   We went downstairs and popped our heads into the living room.  Hanna's
parents were there as well as they were having a meal and drinks as they do
every so often.  "We are off," I said.

   "Have fun," was the chorus of replies.  Except for Mum.

   "Good luck," Mum said, "Try to keep your panties on."

   I just smiled at her bluntness.  Hanna's Mum would know what we were
doing, but neither of our dads needed such information.  I didn't reply, I
just nodded my head and left the room.  I would let Mum explain that one to
them.  I checked I had my phone and my money and then we headed off to the
campus.

   As was promised our mobiles were taken off us and put into secure
lockers, which we were given the key for.  They also checked our watches
that they were not capable of photography or video and then let us in.  The
checks were fairly thorough and as the night progressed there wasn't a
mobile in sight.  Security was everywhere, but there were no incidents. 
Except for when a drunk guy got kicked out for punching a guy who was
"looking at his girlfriend's tits." Sorry to break this to you mate, but
she was up on stage playing the game, a few hundred people were looking at
your girlfriends' tits.  If she lost a few hundred people would have been
looking at her pussy as well why pick on him specifically?

   "Signed us up," Hanna said when she came back from the bar.

   "Er, what?" I said.

   She grinned at me as she sipped at her drink.  "Signed us up," she
repeated.

   My heart fluttered at her words.  It was very different talking about
playing and actually committing to it.  "What game?" I asked.

   There had been a few games through the night.  All card games, but High
Card, Black Jack, a simplified quick Poker type game, Snap, amongst others.
Some were against the house, and some were people playing each other. 
"Simple high card," she said, "Me vs you.  One of us is getting naked."

   "Really?" I asked to which she just nodded with a mischievous grin.

   "You wimping out?" she asked.

   "Oh fuck no," I said instantly.  I was terrified but there was no way I
was wimping out.  "I just feel bad for you that you are going to lose your
panties."

   "We will see," she said dismissively.  "Wanna make it interesting?"

   "Go on..." I prompted.

   "My revenge for the other week," Hanna said, "Same deal, but instead of
my brother, our parents."

   "Loser gets naked in front of our parents?" I said looking at her.  She
just nodded.  "What if they have gone home?" I asked.

   She just looked at me like I was stupid.  "Yeah, that is never going to
happen," I said laughing.  Once they had had a few drinks they would be
there into the early hours of the morning.

   "So same rules.  Go in dressed and undress.  Stop when they say stop,"
Hanna said.

   "Deal," I said offering her my hand.

   I was so nervous.  There were a lot of people here.  Like, a lot.  My
usual displacement of nerves was to mess with my phone, but that had been
taken off me.  I felt naked without my phone, there was potential that I
was going to be actually naked soon.

   "Sophie and Hanna," echoed out of the speakers.

   "Ooo, let's go," Hanna said as we stood up.

   I was buzzing.  My entire body was tingling.  It was a perfect mix of
nerves and pure adrenaline.  I had drunk enough vodka to quell the
inhibitions and I was looking forwards to this.  I was feeling confident,
which is a little illogical as we were about to play a game of pure chance.
A deck of cards would be shuffled by a shuffling machine a number of times
that would be picked by us and placed face down.  We would pick who went
first and then one at a time we would turn over a card.  The lowest card
loses, and whoever turned that one over removes something of her choice. 
If there is a draw then we both remove something.  Jokers are included in
the pack.  If you draw a joker you automatically win.  Your opponent
removes something and you can put one item of your choice back on.  If two
Jokers are drawn on the same hand then they are cancelled out, nothing
comes off and nothing goes back on.  A simple and clean game.

   We got on stage and the noise was deafening.  I have been on stage a few
times, but only for receiving awards or similar.  I have never been the
"entertainment".  The atmosphere was electric and my entire body fizzed
with excitement.  I could see how this could become addictive.  Not taking
clothes off for entertainment, but to be on stage.  To be the focus of so
many people who were looking at you for their evening entertainment.

   There was a bit of a preamble while the host introduced us and hyped the
crowd up even more.  I am not sure how PC it is being referred to as a
"beauty," but damn, it felt good.  The roar of the crowd as it was
announced that "one of these beauties will end the night naked".  There was
also an additional embarrassment for the loser.  The University was making
a charity calendar for sale from this evening, and the losing player had
the option to be photographed naked for the calendar.  A random yoga pose
was selected from a spinning wheel and you had to hold that pose for the
audience, and for the photographer.  The photo was blurred out in the
required places (nipples and vagina for girls, penis and testicles for the
guys) so no one could actually see anything, but your face was left
unblurry and it was very clear that you were naked, even though there was
no detail.  Hanna had of course signed us up for this if we lost.  For the
record here there are some very exposed yoga poses if you are doing them
with no clothes on.

   We shuffled the cards three times and they were placed on the table.  I
looked at them and realised that the only bit of "skill" was who went
first. The deck was the deck, it was set, and who got naked was entirely
dependent on who went first.  It was a true 50-50 choice.  No way to work
it out, just do you feel lucky.  Hanna let me choose and before I
overthought it and became unable to make any decision I selected to go
first.

   "Ready?" I asked Hanna and was a little surprised to hear my own voice.
I had been miked up.

   "Uh hu," she said nodding, "Let's go."

   I flipped over a Two of Clubs

   "Oh, great start," I said with a resigned giggle.  I was losing a shoe

   Hanna flipped over a Queen of Diamonds and I took off my right shoe.

   I flipped over a Four of Clubs and Hanna flipped a Seven of Diamonds

   "Great," I said as I removed my other shoe so I was now barefoot.  I was
out of zero-value clothes now.  My next loss would be my bra on show.

   I got an Eight of Diamonds which was mid-pack and a statistical 50 50
(Aces were high)

   Hanna flipped over an Ace of Hearts and just grinned at me.

   "Oh come on," I protested.  The roar from the crowd was so loud and this
was only my t-shirt or skirt that was coming off.  I took my t-shirt off a
little more aware of the situation than I had been when I kicked my shoes
off.  My bra was a simple black t-shirt-style bra.  Full cups with no
frills or embellishments.  It was just a bra.  It was cute and
sophisticated and most importantly offered full breast coverage.

   I drew Jack of Clubs and Hanna got a Jack of Diamonds.  This was not
going well for me and was going to be a very quick game.  Hanna took her
left shoe off and I had a choice between bra or skirt.  Not that there was
a choice, there was no way in hell my bra was coming off.  I didn't bother
unzipping my skirt, I just slid it down and stepped out of it to the
deafening sound of a 1000-strong crowd going crazy.  The actual number of
people in the room was 1038 and that was only counting the paying entries.
There was the bar staff, security, hosts etc on top of that.  A lot of
people were watching me undress.

   My panties matched my bra as they were a set.  They were a bikini cut
and black.  No embellishments like the bra, they were just a simple pair of
panties.  Cute and sexy, but full-back and full-front of them.  If I had
selected a bikini instead of underwear there would not be much difference.
My luck needed to change though, and quickly.

   I flipped over a Queen of Clubs.

   Hanna flipped over a Queen of Spades.

   "Oh fuck off," I spat.  I was getting my tits out.  Hanna looked at me
and I could see a little bit of guilt in her expression.  This wasn't a
match-up, it was a butt fucking while Hanna kicked off a couple of token
items.

   "Off off off off off," was the growing chant for the crowd.  I reached
up behind my back, unclipped my bra and let it fall away from me.  I
covered my face, not my breasts as well over a thousand people saw me just
wearing my panties.  I could feel the cool air on my nipples and knew that
they would be erect.  Only the front few tables would be able to see such
detail, but the detail was there either way.

   Hanna kicked her right shoe off.  She was barefoot, I was bare-chested
and just wearing bikini panties.

   My heart was pounding in my chest as I turned over a Nine of Spades. 
Statistically, that was a higher-than-average card, but it was still fairly
down the middle.

   Hanna flipped over a King of Clubs and that was the game.  I was about
to get naked.  The crowd erupted in celebration at my imminent nudity. 
"Well that went well," I said sarcastically.

   "It went fairly well for me," Hanna said with a shrug, "Although my feet
are cold," she added with a wry smile and a ripple of laughter from the
audience.

   The stage was actually quite cold on bare feet, but that was the least
of my worries.  "Yeah, my heart bleeds for you," I said to another ripple
of laughter from the audience.  My voice sounds really odd through a
microphone.  I could get used to this, not being naked on stage, but being
on stage.  I looked out across the room and every single person was looking
at me.  Every seat was taken and along the back were the staff who were on
break.  I wasn't special, everyone previously had the same treatment.  This
could maybe be used as an aid to quit smoking.  I knew a couple of the bar
staff smoked and every break they had they went for a cigarette, but not
tonight.

   The chant of "off off off off" started off slowly, but built up to a
deafening crescendo.  I hooked my thumbs into the elastic of my panties and
slid them to the floor.  I stood back up and covered my face again as I
blushed.  My hairless pussy on show.  Everyone looking at me, male and
female, young and old.  I stood on a stage as naked as the day I was born.

   I put my hands in the air, way above my head and did the 360-degree
twirl.  Pussy and breasts, side profile and then my ass slowly rotated
around on stage.  Over 1000 people were seeing me naked, cheering and
whooping at my nudity.  My entire body was tingling.  I was too nervous to
be sexually excited, but I was excited.  "Fuuuuuuck," I whispered to myself
as I realised what was happening.  The microphone picked up my almost
silent curse though and I heard my own whispered voice fill the room.

   I was able to pick one voice out of the crowd.  It was male, and the
response to my curse was a nice and simple, "Yes please."

   I finished my public display and the host stepped in.  "So, two
questions," he said as he clearly and with no pretence checked me out.  Two
questions were randomly selected for me to answer.  They were just your
usual truth-type questions.  I had to answer them, but there was no
validation so I could simply lie.  "Question one...  What do you wear in
bed?"

   I smiled as I considered the question.  No one was here to hear that I
sleep in pyjamas most of the time.  That was boring.  "Er," I began, "Oh,
uhm.  Nothing normally."

   Applause rippled throughout the room "A popular answer," the host,
"Okay, question two.  Do you take it up the ass?"

   "Well that is a little more personal isn't it," I said looking at him.

   "Random draw," he said with a shrug.  The questions were indeed just
randomly selected by a laptop with truth questions loaded into it.

   "I have done, but I would not go as far as to say that I take it up the
ass," I said, "So no," I clarified.

   "Cryptic," the host said, but I was not offering any more detail than
that.  I am not sure of the answer myself.  Taking it up the ass seems like
it would be my idea, it wouldn't be, I didn't mind it, but I didn't enjoy
it enough to offer it up.  "And you are signed up for the calendar?  Still
okay for that?" he asked.

   "Yes she is," Hanna said on my behalf.

   "Yes I am," I said looking at Hanna, "I guess," I added as I looked at
the host.

   "Okay, Cow Pose," the host said and showed me the demo image.  You can
Google it, but basically ready to receive it doggy style.  It could have
been better, it could have been way worse.  A lot of yoga poses are not at
all naked-friendly, a lot are very legs open and bent over.  At least this
one is just bent over.

   I assumed the position and four photographs were taken.  Head on, left
side, right side and from behind me.  Each one would be blurred in the
required places and I would be added to the calendar.  It was for a good
cause at least.  As soon as I was allowed to, I put my clothes back on.  I
needed vodka and a lot of it.

   "That wasn't even close," Hanna said while we were in the taxi back to
mine.

   "Not at all," I agreed, "I got humped."

   "Well and truly," she said grinning at me.  "Did you enjoy it?" she
asked with a mischievous grin.

   "It was weird," I said, "Tingly and exciting, and yet terrifying and
humiliating at the same time."

   We got back to mine and Hanna paid.  We went in and it was time for the
second part of my forfeit.  We went into the living room and four pairs of
eyes looked at us.  Everyone will have been told what we were up to. 
"Well?" Hanna's Mum asked.

   "It went very well for me," Hanna said.

   "And very badly for me," I added.

   "We played each other.  She lost.  Badly," Hanna said.

   "Very badly," I corrected.

   "As her forfeit, she has to undress again, for you," Hanna said.  I
tried to gauge the reaction from my parents.  Neither of them looked
horrified which would have potentially ended the forfeit before it even got
going.

   "Naked?" my Dad asked as he stared at me.

   "Until you tell her to stop," Hanna said.  There was no immediate
protest from my Dad, who I was pinning my hopes on to save my dignity.  You
would think that my Mum would want to preserve my dignity as well, what
with her being a female as well, but no way was happening.  She looked
mischievous and very drunk.  If the survival of my panties was in any way
dependent on her then they were coming off.  100%.

   We discussed it for a while, and much to my eternal disappointment
neither my Mum nor Dad said that it was a silly and cruel idea, I have
suffered enough and I should be allowed to stay dressed.  Instead Mum went
to the toilet so she could concentrate and Dad went to top up drinks.  The
five of them lined up on the various sofas, the TV was turned off and I
stood in front of it.

   I took my shoes off and hesitated for a second at my T-shirt.  "Do you
have a bra on?" Mum interrupted.

   "Yeah," I replied.

   "Okay, carry on," she said.

   I lifted my top off and the atmosphere in the room changed.  I wore
smaller tops on the beach or by the pool on holiday, but knowing it was a
bra seemed to add value to being able to see it.  No one said anything and
so I unzipped my skirt.  Mum again interrupted me to check that I was
wearing panties before I removed the skirt, but there was no mercy shown. I
slid it down and stood in front of my parents, plus my best mate and her
parents only wearing my underwear.  "Will that do?" Dad asked.

   "Absolutely fucking not," Mum said instantly.  "She wears less at the
beach.  Carry on," she prompted.

   I looked around the room, but there was no defence on my behalf coming
from any of them.  Hanna was enjoying a glass of free wine while she
watched.  Her Mum was just sitting watching with a curious interest.  Her
Dad was watching while trying to look like he wasn't watching as intently
as he was.  An 18-year-old was stripping for him, it has probably been a
long time since he has seen that.  I reached up behind my back and
unclipped my bra.  It went loose and I threaded my arms out of it.  I let
it fall away from my body and dropped it on the floor.  I held my left arm
across my nipples.  "Arm," Hanna instructed.

   I shot her a glare but lowered my arm.  Hanna's Dad's eyes nearly leapt
out of his head.  Her Mum just smiled in sympathy at my situation.  My Mum
and Dad just watched on.  "Are we letting her keep her panties on?" my Dad
asked as he looked around the room at the others.

   "She knew what she was signing up for," my Mum said.

   "Yeah, but come on, she doesn't need to get naked?" my Dad said.  He was
the only one attempting to defend my virtue and for that I applaud him. 
Hanna's Dad was very quiet and although he wasn't openly encouraging my
nudity he was also not about to stop it from happening either.

   "I think she does," Mum said, "A good time to learn that if you gamble
eventually someone gets to see you naked.  Or something," Mum said with a
shrug.  I am sure there was a philosophical statement there somewhere, but
she was a bottle or two of wine in.

   "A vote?" Hanna's Mum suggested.

   "I vote she gets naked," Hanna said without looking up from her phone.

   "Seconded," Mum said, "Get naked Sophie." I looked at her with pleading
eyes, but I knew that was helpless.  In some weird scenario where the
tables were turned, there was no way I would be letting her off the hook.
Even with no interest in seeing her naked, there was no way in hell she
would be keeping her panties on.

   "I vote she keeps her panties on," Dad said.

   "Thanks, Dad," I acknowledged.  Even if this vote gets passed in my
favour I am still standing here with my tits out.  It is hardly ideal, more
ideal than nudity though.  That realisation caused me to instinctively
cover my chest as I realised just how close to naked I was.  The fact that
in a few moments, I was potentially fully naked didn't detract from the
fact that my breasts were currently on show.  Hanna saw me cover, but she
didn't pull me up on it.

   "I abstain," Hanna's Dad said, "I can't bring myself to vote no, but I
do sympathise with Carl."

   "Abstain?" Hanna's Mum asked.

   "It means he doesn't vote," Hanna said, "So down to you Mum."

   "And if I abstain?" she asked.

   "Then it would be two votes for, one against and two abstained.  She
would be getting naked," Hanna said.  "If you vote no, she would keep them
on as there is no majority," Hanna added.

   "So..  yes or no?" Mum prompted her.

   "Oh, naked," she said, "Absolutely she is getting naked."

   My heart sank and I just stared at her.  "Really?" I said looking at
her, "What about girl code?"

   She just shrugged.  "Sorry Sophie, a loss is a loss.  I would fully
expect the same result for Hanna had she lost."

   I didn't protest.  I could have done and there would have been no real
ill feeling if I had just refused to go through with it.  The truth was
though, in a weird sort of way, this was pure fantasy.  Forced to strip
naked in front of an audience.  Okay, the audience was fairly tame in the
grand scheme of things.  Three of the five have seen me naked anyway and of
those, one of them I have had sex with.  I felt a tingle ripple through my
body and the skin around my nipples tightened as they got harder.  Small
breasts or not, when standing topless like this there is no hiding.  My
nipples were rock hard and all five of them will have noticed.  It could
have been due to the cool air and that was probably what my Dad was telling
himself, but it was likely that they all knew I was enjoying this more than
I maybe should be.

   I hooked my thumbs into the elastic of my panties and after a deep
breath, I slid them to the floor.  I stood back up and stepped out of them.
Naked, full frontal, I stood naked in front of both Hanna's and my parents.
Her Mum just smiled and had a scan of me.  My Mum did the same.  Dad had a
good look and then pretended to look away.  Hanna's Dad just stared at me.
I was totally hairless, my waxed pussy on show as I stood in front of them
all as naked as the day I was born.  None of them looked away, all five of
them had a good look at my body and for a second my confidence almost
failed me.  Andy tells me fairly regularly how "fucking hot" I am, but even
so, my level of body confidence as being strained in this situation.

   "Fuck me," Hanna's Dad said after a few seconds followed by a grunt as
his wife elbowed him in the ribs.  He clearly didn't intend to say anything
out loud

   "She would kill you," she said, "And then I would kill you," she added
with a smile.

   I did a twirl and then snapped my left hand between my legs and rested
my right arm across my nipples.  I blushed bright red.  A smaller audience
felt more real and reality was dawning on me.  I saw these people a lot,
and now they all knew what I looked like underneath the clothes when I was
prancing around in sleepwear or even less sometimes.  Being stood in front
of a thousand felt surreal, but this felt very very real and intimate.  It
also felt incredible.  I was wet, fully turned on wet, if Andy was here he
would need no foreplay, I was very turned on and very horny.  Hanna handed
me a glass of wine.  "Can I get dressed?" I asked.

   "Oh absolutely not," Hanna said, "You have some more Yoga poses to
perfect first."

   I will temporarily skip forwards a few months here.  Yes, my Mum bought
one of the calendars, so for the month of August an A4 full colour, HD
image of her naked daughter on all fours from various different angles was
in our kitchen.  Yes, it was blurred in all the essential places, but even
so.  To skip forwards a little bit more, she still has it, she has had my
month picture framed and brings it out at every possibility to embarrass
me. I am resigned to the fact that at my wedding it will be on show at some
point.