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 ï>¿The Sunbathing Dare Game Sat Apr 16, 2005 09:19 67.167.185.203

   This is the story of a college girl that stayed in her college town to
work as an intern during the summer.  Her name is Sharon, and she shared a
rental house with Karen and Brandi.  The three of them liked to play little
dare games with each other, usually involving removing or opening articles
of clothing in a public place.  Well, you're going to figure out that it's
me anyway, so here goes....

   At last the first glorious day since spring term ended.  Time to get out
the shorts and go outside.  We even got invited to the neighbors (four
guys) house for a backyard cookout.  Even better, it was Friday night and
the forecast was for sun and warm for Saturday.  When we were getting ready
for bed I said that tomorrow we should work on our tans.  Karen said no it
would be a great day to do some dares.  Brandi thought for a bit and said,
"why don't we do both?" She got this little evil sparkle in her eyes as she
thought.  "Yes, I've got it figured out.  Get all of your suits out now "
Karen and I were both tired, having worked that day.  We found our suits
and threw them in Brandi's room.  Brandi was taking summer courses but
didn't have class on Friday so she stayed up a bit longer.

   Saturday morning came and with it the smell of bacon.  How heavenly. 
Brandi was so excited that she go up early and made us breakfast.  When I
got down there was Karen and Brandi eating breakfast- in the nude.  "Come
on, it's naked breakfast day" said Karen.  I got my plate and Brandi said
"lose the nightie first".  It was just us girls so I pulled it over my
head. They seemed unusually frisky that morning.  We ate and cleaned up the
kitchen naked.

   Brandi stopped us as we went for our clothes.  "I'm in charge today,
OK?" We both shrugged and said yeah, sure whatever.  "OK then, we stay
naked until eleven.  I've picked our suits out and they're in the bathroom
with your name pinned on them.  Here's the deal.  We put our suits on and
go outside.  We turn the boombox on and play name that tune with what comes
on.  First one to name the song is the winner of the round.  Then when the
second song comes on the other two play again.  The loser then has to do a
dare named by the winner.  Start off small and then get harder and harder.
The game ends when someone can't or won't do a dare.  That person is the
loser of the day and must obey the others without question for the rest of
the weekend.  Agreed?" Karen and I exchanged a quizzical look.  "Looks like
you've got it all figured out.  I'm in." I thought why not and nodded. 
"Remember, no backing out" Brandi said.

   At eleven we got our suits.  All were string tied two pieces.  After
all, we did need the sun today so it was perfect.  I came down with a towel
to lay on and Brandi stopped me.  "No towels, no blankets, nothing but you
goes outside." I was starting to get a bad feeling about this.  We went
outside and it was absolutely fabulous weather.  The yard has a hedge
around it so it is fairly quiet, although the yard is in plain view of the
neighbors to the back.  Brandi was the last to come out and locked the back
door behind her.  "The key is in this block of ice," she said holding up a
frozen milk jug filled with water.  "Nobody can get in until it melts." We
made the lawn chairs go flat and layed down.  Time to start.  Brandi turned
the boombox on just as a song started.  I correctly named it first.  YES!
I'm the first winner.  The next song came on and Karen got it right. 
Brandi was the loser and I got to name the dare.  "OK let's start out easy.
Undo the tie behind your neck and walk around the house to the mailbox. 
Look in the box as if checking for mail.  No touching your top, if it falls
open so be it." We followed her as she undid her tie and slowly walked
around the house.  Her top stayed on, but as she bent down to look in the
box, her top fell open and she ran shrieking to the back yard.  She got to
the safety of the back yard and redid it.  She passed her test.

   Round 2 had Karen the winner and me the loser.  "Take off your top
during the next round" she said.  It was time to turn over on my belly
anyway so I did as she said.  Lots of girls tan their backs topless.

   Round 3 went to me and again Brandi lost.  I was getting into it now. 
"Take off your top and lay on your back during the next round" I commanded.
She didn't hesitate for a moment and lay topless face up on her lawn chair.
I wondered if the back neighbors had noticed us and were watching.

   Round 4 and I lost to Brandi.  "Lose the bottoms for the next round" she
said.  I figured OK that would reduce my tan lines anyway.  Lots of girls
sunbathe bottomless while lying on their belly.

   Round 5 and finally Karen lost to Brandi.  She had her lay naked as we
applied suntan oil to her.  She was face down so it wasn't a blatant
exposure but now I was getting nervous as to how far we were going.

   Round 6 and I lost to Karen.  "Time to up the ante.  Throw your top into
the open basement window." Part of me wanted to stop right then and there
and part of me was wanting to lose every round from then on.  I undid my
top, walked to the basement window and hesitated.  Throwing it in means
being topless for the duration, but if I don't God knows how the penalty
will be.  I threw it in and returned to the chair, covering my breasts as I
walked.  I lay face down and waited for round 7............







   Sunbathing Dare Game- Part 2 Sun Apr 17, 2005 08:38 67.167.185.203

   Round 7 and I wanted to win so badly, but Karen beat me to it.  At least
Brandi was the loser.  Karen dared Brandi to throw her top into the
basement window and lie on the chair face up as we applied suntan oil to
her.  Brandi didn't hesitate like I did, she ran right to the window and
back to us.  We oiled her bare breasts and stomach and legs.  I could see
Karen was getting into it so I snuck behind her and undid one of her bottom
ties.  She didn't notice!  Then I got brave and undid the other side. 
Again she was more focused on Brandi than herself and the bottom fell to
the ground.  I picked it up and casually walked to the basement window, and
threw it in.  By this time Karen was done with Brandi and heading back to
her chair when it dawned on her "Hey, where are my bottoms?" I laughed back
and said "In the basement.  All's fair in love and dares."

   Round 8 and each of us had only half of her suit.  How far would we go?
This time I lost and Brandi won, and dared me to wrestle her and the one
that lost her bottom would be the loser.  We locked arms and sized each
other up in the topless battle.  She pulled my hair and forced me to my
knees, but I was able to grab her waist and pull her on top of me.  She
tried to grab my bottom but I was able to roll her onto her belly and I sat
on her back.  She wiggled helplessly as I slowly untied her bottom, then
pulled it from under her.  She admitted defeat and I let her up.  She
grabbed her bottom back and said "I didn't say you could keep it."

   Round 9 and I lost to Karen.  She said, "Paybacks are hell.  I dare you
to let us tie you to your chair and tickle you until you pee." I explained
that we had no rope and she said "Oh yes we do" and went to the
clothesline. Brandi had left a knife on top of one of the clothesline cross
bar and Karen cut the clothesline into pieces.  Gulp.  She had me fix the
chaise so it was in the sitting position and sat me down.  She tied my
wrists to the top of the chair back so my arms were raised, unable to
conceal my bare breasts.  Then rather than tie my ankles to the bottom of
the chair, she had me spread my legs around the chair so she could tie them
to the chair legs.  "God, why don't you just tie me spread eagled to the
clothesline posts?" I said sarcastically.  "Oooh, good idea" she said and
her and Brandi dragged me between the inverted U of the clothesline post.
Each grabbed an ankle and pulled me wide open and fastened it securely to
the post.  I was helpless.  "Oh yeah, all's fair in love and dares" said
Karen.  She reached down and untied my bottom and pulled it free.  Then she
cut it to shreds with the knife.  I was now totally naked and my crotch was
on full display and I was helpless.  "OK, I changed my mind.  You win" I
said.  "No way we're stopping now" said Brandi as her fingernails stroked
the sole of my foot......



   Sunbathing Dare- Part 3 Mon Apr 18, 2005 06:25 67.167.185.203

   As her fingernail touched the sole of my foot I shrieked.  I am so
ticklish.  Brandi tickled my feet as Karen walked behind me, then reached
around the sides of the chair and tickled my ribs.  The exquisite agony
cannot be described in words.  I laughed so hard I could scarcely breathe,
and when I could talk all I could say was "stop".  They had no intention of
stopping and continued their merciless tickle torture.  I was writhing in
agony and pulling helplessly on the ropes.  I shrieked as I laughed as they
continued to tickle my feet and ribs.  Finally I could feel myself lose
control and felt the pee shoot out of me.  The tickling stopped.  "Please,
you win.  Anything but that."

   I gasped to regain my breath when suddenly we heard a voice "What's
going on over there?" It was Phil from next door!  And he was walking over!

   "We're fine.  We're just playing, please go away" said Brandi as her and
Karen hid behind me.  "We're not decent" With two pieces of suit divided by
three girls, that was an understatement.

   Phil continued to approach.  "My, my my my my" he said as he looked over
my nakedness.  "I should get my camera."

   "No please don't" I begged.  "We're just having a dare game and it's
girls only.  Please leave." I could feel my nipples harden as I was getting
excited at being unable to conceal anything.

   "Well, OK.  We're having a keg tonight so you can join us if you want."
He looked directly at my breasts and said "Clothing is optional, you know."

   "In your dreams.  Just leave" said Brandi.  He turned to leave and I
began to subconsciously squim in the chair in an attempt to stimulate my
clit.  I was so hot I couldn't stand myself and my nipples were as hard as
rocks.  The other two emerged from hiding.

   "Do you accept defeat?" asked Brandi.  "Or do we need to tickle some
more?"

   "Yes I accept.  Just untie me."

   "Since you have to do anything we say, I order you to beg me to leave
you tied up." She had me.

   "Please leave me tied up" I said half heartedly.

   "Doesn't sound sincere to me" said Karen as her fingernails danced over
my ribs.

   "No please don't.  PLEASE leave me tied up."

   "Much better" said Brandi.  "Let's check on the ice" She walked topless
to the milk jug with the key frozen inside.  "Lots of ice left" she said.
"Looks like we're stuck here for a while.  Maybe it will melt faster if I
pour the water away." She walked up to me and poured the icewater directly
on my crotch.  I shrieked.  What else could they do to me?



   Sunbathing Dare- Part 4 Tue Apr 19, 2005 06:31 67.167.185.203

   About the only consolation I had was that I was facing the house, not
the back of the yard and the houses beyond.  The only people that would be
able to see my nakedness are those that would walk around the hedges into
your yard.  They didn't want my delicate parts to burn so they applied
suntan oil all over my body.  As they did, they paid extra attention to my
erect nipples and lingered on my crotch long enough to make me even hornier
but not enough to give me any relief.  What torture, yet on some level I
was enjoying this more than anything.

   "Let's see, what are we going to have you wear tonight?" said Karen,
leaning over the back of my chair.  My hands, although tied securely to the
chair, could feel her bikini top as she leaned over.  I had a plan.

   "Go to hell" I told her, hoping she would take the insult as an excuse
to tickle my ribs again.  Sure enough, she leaned over the back of my chair
and ran her fingernails over my ribs.  Even though I laughed hysterically,
I was able to find out that I could indeed grab her straps.  It would work,
but it would cost me.  "I dare you two to tickle me until I pee again."

   "Oh yeah?  Well you're getting your wish" said Brandi.  Karen leaned
over my back and got to my ribs.  Instead of working on my feet, Brandi
stood over my waist, straddling the chair and worked on my armpits.  Oh God
this was ten times worse.  But before she did my thrashing hands were able
to find the straps of Karen's top and I held on for all I was worth.  It
must have been that she was so intent on my torture that she didn't notice.
I shrieked so loud that surely the boys next door would come running over
and at last I could feel my bladder draining again.  Time to grab even
tighter.  Karen stopped and stepped back, only to hear the ripping of her
straps.  Brandi stopped as well and I sat gasping for breath.

   "Here, let me help you with that" offered Brandi.  But instead of trying
to make use of the torn straps, she gave a pull to the top and ran to the
basement window.  Now naked as I was, Karen ran after her but too late to
save her suit from being tossed in the house.  Karen took revenge on Brandi
and grabbed her bottoms and gave a mighty pull.  But the only effect of
that was to pull Brandi on top of her and the two wrestled on the ground. I
was so intent on watching those two that I didn't notice that Phil and
Brian from next door had wandered in the back yard.  I shrieked as I saw
them and that made the wrestling housemates look over and see their
audience.  They screamed and covered their breasts with their arms and
ducked behind my chair to use me as cover.

   "It's even better than you said" said Brian.  He stood directly in front
of me and soaked in the view of every square inch of my helpless, naked
self.  My horniness level was off the charts, yet I dared not ask for
relief.  That would have to wait.

   "Get out of here" said Brandi.  "Show's over." Reluctantly, the guys
slowly walked away, but only after seeing as much of me as a gyno would.

   And so, tired and horny, we waited for the ice to melt.  Finally it did,
the key was freed, and my mistresses untied me and led me naked into the
house.  But their fun was only beginning.....





   After the Sunbathing Dare Part 1 Sun May 1, 2005 13:40 67.167.185.203

   Sorry that I hit the submit too soon here.

   After the key was melted free and we went in, Brandi and Karen got into
shorts and t shirts.  I was made to stay naked and prepare lunch.  I shut
the drapes but Brandi quickly opened them back up saying that I was not to
do anything to try to cover up at any time.  Finally I was allowed to eat
lunch with them as we sat in the living room couch, the other two fully
dressed and me as naked as the day I was born.

   "So, Sharon" asked Brandi, "tell us the truth.  Did you enjoy being
exposed as you were?"

   "Well, it was a turn on at one level.  But I really didn't care for
being quite that exposed as if getting a pelvic."

   Karen asked "so did you enjoy getting tickled?"

   "Not sure.  The experience of being totally at your mercy was incredibly
horny.  It was uncomfortable but not unpleasant."

   "So you wouldn't mind doing it again?" I blushed.  I didn't really know
what to say.

   "Very interesting" said Karen.  "You know, we do have the rest of today
and tomorrow to make some of your fantasies come true." Brandi left and
returned from her room with her vibrator.

   "Here, take this.  Get yourself close to coming but not quite." I did as
she told and slowly eased the buzzing gadget to my crotch.  "Spread you
legs.  Put it in," said Karen.  I eased it into my vagina which was by now
quite lubed up.  Forgetting all shame, I pushed the vibe in and out, in and
out and I could feel the blood start to come to my face.  Another moment
and I would be there.....Damn!  Brandi took it from me.  I lay on the couch
still spread wide open, wanting no more than to finish the job.  After
about 20 minutes of cool down I was made to repeat the experience.  Again I
brought myself to the brink only to have it snatched from me.  If they're
trying to torture me, they're doing a good job.

   "Let's go rollerblading" said Brandi.

   "You can't expect me to go out like this"

   "Well, not quite.  Let's see what we can find." We went to my room and
they started rummaging through my closet and dresser.  "Perfect" said
Karen. She handed me a thin t shirt and a denim mini.  I was not allowed
any underwear nor was I allowed to button any buttons below the waist.  I
was not to touch any part of my clothing for any reason.  With my rules
understood,off we went.

   We started up and down the streets of the quiet houses in the
neigborhood.  One of the houses had the sprinkler turned on, they made me
wait on the wet sidewalk for the sprinkler to turn and soak me.  One
soaking was not enough, I had to stand still for three cycles of the
sprinkler.  Finally we continued on, and looking down at my t shirt I could
see my nipples as plain as day.  Between the excitement and the cold water,
they were as hard as could be.  We kept rolling along, when we spotted any
men on the sidewalk they made me go first in order for them to have a good
view of my charms.  The feelings were starting to overcome me- the
humiliation, the exhibitionism, the submission.  Everything I dreamed about
was coming true.  I would never tell them, but I wished they would push me
further.

   When we got back I was made to strip again.  They led me out back and
had me sit in the lawn chair, then had me vibe myself to the brink again,
only to be stopped just short.  After four more rounds of teasing myself to
the brink and stopping just short, they led me back inside.  Time for a
bath, but I would not be alone.  Karen watched me so that I would not bring
myself off.  After getting out, I found what Brandi was having me wear to
the party next door.  A tube top.  A short sheer elastic waisted skirt. 
Nothing more.  Not even shoes.

   The party was intimite.  Just four guys and three girls.  We played some
cards and drank some beers.  Phil was getting to be quite the grill chef
and we had the most exquisite grilled teriyaki chicken.  Finally we all sat
on couches in their living room and began to shoot the shit and drink
beers.

   "So I was the unlucky one that missed the show.  Tell me about it" said
Bob.

   "Well, they tied me up against my will and stripped me.  Then they
tickle tortured me."

   "Just one second" said Brandi.  "Did you or did you not beg us to tie
you up?"

   "Technically yes but you were tick..."

   "Just answer yes or no" interrupted Brandi.  "And did you or did you not
take your top off and throw it in the basement?"

   "Yes"

   "And did you or did you not ask us to tickle you till you peed?"

   "Well, yes but..."

   "Well then.  Perhaps we should give them a little repeat showing?"

   "NO" I shouted.  "Come on, I really don't want three guys looking up my
crotch."

   "You can use my weight bench" offered Brian.  We went downstairs and I
was told to sit with on the bench with my hands in the air.  They tied my
wrists securely to the crossbar on the weight bench.  They then ran rope
from my ankles to a pair of heavy weights, then pulled me so I was spread
wide open.  They added weights so that I had no means of resistance.

   "Now, now.  Helpless again" said Brandi.  "Should we take your clothes
off?"

   "NO" I shouted.

   "You'll be begging us soon enough" she said and ran her fingernails
softly across my armpits.  "Beg us to take off your top" she ordered as the
intensity of the tickling increased.  I could feel myself about to release
my pee and I begged her to stop.  The audience of four was intently
watching us.  No doubt there were three very erect willies in the group. 
The tickling stopped for a moment.  "What do you want me to do?" asked
Brandi.

   "Just stop.  I can't take anymore.  Please."

   "WRONG ANSWER" was the reply and the tickling resumed.  It seemed to go
on forever and finally I was able to accept the inevitable.

   "Please stop" I begged.

   "What do you want me to do?" asked Brandi while continuing the torture.

   "Please take my top off."

   "Are you sure you want your top off?" she asked as she worked over my
ribs.

   "YES TAKE IT OFF" I finally shouted.  At last the torture was over. 
Karen found some scissors and carefully cut the tube top away.  I knew that
was only the beginning.

   "You want that skirt off, don't you?"

   "No, I don't.  Please don't do it" I begged.  But it was not to be.  Now
I had Brandi tickling my armpits, Karen my ribs, and my feet were getting
the treatment from two of the boys.  My resistance finally wore down. 
"PLEASE take my skirt off" I shouted.  The tickling continued "PLEASE
PLEASE PLEASE" I begged.  "Take my skirt"

   Again Karen cut my garment free.  Again I was stark naked with my legs
spread wide apart.  And I was horny as I have ever been in my life.  They
left me tied and got another round of beers.

   "OK, you've had your fun" I told them.  After what seemed like an
eternity, My hands were freed, and finally my ankles.  But I was not
allowed to dress.  I was, for the rest of the night, the nude waitress for
the party.  And I was secretly loving every minute.

   When the party ended, they led me home and tied me spread eagled on the
bed so that I could not get myself off.  As horny as I was all day, I was
to get no relief that night.  And I still had a day to go....