Hot Tub Truth or Dare

Kassandra didn't come off as a natural leader at first. She was just charismatic, talking to everyone without outshining anyone. She was assertive enough to be a lawyer, but she loved fun too much. Her thing was asking everyone off-the-wall questions, like "Have you ever skydived? Would you? If not what's the closest activity you would do to skydiving?"

She nearly always wore tight V-necks which hugged her inhumanly small waist. She had trim thighs and calves with nice indents from playing lacrosse. She had long, wavy brown hair, a round nose, and a small forehead with lots of baby hairs. And Keds with striped thigh-high socks, can't forget those. She was gorgeous, in her own way.

The first time we hung out, we got shaved ice while Kassandra asked her questions and I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I had always thought of myself as a straight girl, but Kassandra had me questioning why I had even assumed that in the first place. She was freewheeling and limitless, like she would consider doing almost anything. That evening, she proved me right when she knocked back a hard cider hiding in her bag and decided we were all going hiking. While we were walking up the hill, she jumped piggyback on anyone she wanted to and shrieked in happiness when we arrived at the view on top. She talked about her ambitions to cliff dive into lakes over the summer.

One day at school, she said hi to me in the hall. She asked me my favorite shape of pasta, and if I would ever get a tattoo. She had a new leather backpack dyed a delicious lavender color. She invited me to one of her get-togethers. Her dad was off doing international business somewhere, her mom was tagging along to be exotic, and her brother was at college playing basketball, so Kassandra was left with the house. I had the suspicion that I was invited now because I had recently turned eighteen. Everyone kept it under wraps well, but I got the impression that it was a very adult kind of party.

Saturday, 8:30 PM. It was April, a nice warm temperature and the sun had set. It was a long, winding road through other big houses to get there. I parked on Kassandra's big stone driveway and rang the doorbell. She opened and squeezed me with a vicious hug. She was wearing a swimsuit; after she let go of me, she picked her wine glass back up off the table and took a swig as she walked me through the living room.

The house was glamorous, sure, but the main attraction was out back. Kassandra had a big hot tub that could hold around ten people. It had a gorgeous teal marbled bottom and tiki torches were burning not far away. From there it was the pool and a golf course beyond. I could see all the lights from other houses across the golf course, distant families and parties visible through the windows. The guys in Kassandra's backyard were playing chicken in the pool, and the girls were chatting in the hot tub, Taylor restlessly doing handstands. I rested my chin on the side of the tub and watched the waterfall cascade down to the pool. Then Kassandra tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Want to start truth or dare? We pretty much always play it at these parties."

"Sure, maybe," I said.

Kassandra stood up and clapped. "Truth or dare! Truth or dare!" Everyone started making their way over.

Everyone settled into the tub, various beverages in hand. The water was very warm but not too hot, a temperature you could imagine yourself staying in for a long time. A few people looked ready and rabid, like they knew what was coming next. I figured it was a sexy truth or dare. I recalled my older neighbor describing a college sex party, where shirts came off during the make outs and duos ran in the closet to bang and make sounds for all to hear.

Kassandra led the game, and the first subject was Megan. She said "truth," smugly.

Kassandra, sitting on the edge of the hot tub and dangling her feet into the water, said confidently, "What's the strangest thing you've ever masturbated with?"

Megan stroked her chin. "Probably a candle."

"Was it on fire?" said James, and all the guys laughed.

"No," she said decisively with a sly smile.

"That's too bad," said Kassandra. "Want to turn this into a dare?" she said.

"Why the hell not!" she said.

"James," said Kassandra, "Go to my room and get a girthy candle and the lighter. We'll see what Megan's made of."

Megan laughed and blushed while James took off.

Next was Genevive. She selected Dare with a laugh, like she and Kassandra had established this as an inside joke. Kassandra told Genevive to take her swimsuit top off. Everyone in the hot tub clapped.

Genevive had the biggest tits in the group, or perhaps in the city. They weren't just regular big tits like the Christina Hendricks kind, they were scary big, outside of a normal bell curve. They were big, heaving sacks. Even when I saw them at school under normal clothing, I couldn't help but think about stripping off her top and handling them.

Me and some of the guys would go sometimes through Genevive's Instagram in Connor's room and ignore all the "fun" things she was doing to look at her tits in whatever cut-off form they might appear in. She treated them like they were normal body parts that needed to be neither hid nor exaggerated. This added to the sexiness, in our opinion.

Tonight, Genevive's tits were in a black bra-like swimsuit that I thought must be custom made. They were held up in large, round, spheres that in profile view jutted out a lot, maybe a whole foot. Genevive wasn't conventionally attractive, she was overweight and her facial features were arranged weirdly, but she had that "let's get fucked up" attitude which made her fit right in.

"Well, alright," she said to Kassandra's request, perking up. She wasn't ashamed of them. She straightened out her posture like this was a rehearsed routine. She reached to the front of her bra and unhooked it, and they unfurled.

They were so big that they hung past her bellybutton, until the bottom where they rounded out. Her areolas were the size of plates and her nipples were like grapes. When she moved, her tits swung back and forth, a lot, which made my pussy twitch totally on its own.

"What now?" she asked, smiling. I took a break from staring with all my soul to look at everyone else. Just like me: paralyzed and dying to touch themselves.

Kassandra reached down and gave one of Genevive's breasts a wholehanded push, which made both of them sway.

"You're off the hook for now, little slut," she said.

Genevive grabbed her bikini top from Quentin, who was managing to fit his entire head inside one cup, and put it back on. As she heaved her breasts into the bikini and they snuggled up back together, it was like they were transforming into something else just as juicy, just as fascinating--from hanging udders to a full shelf. I wondered if Kassandra and Geneveive had fucked, and I figured they probably had. They both seemed so sexually liberated. I imagined them tribbing on one another, Kassandra on top playing with Geneveive's heaving tits, rolling back and forth at her sides and barely possible to handle.

At this point James was back with the candle.

"Get on the edge of the tub, Megan," said Kassandra.

Megan pretended to be annoyed and got up on the edge. Kassandra moved over in the water to be next to Megan; she pulled Megan's bottoms off, threw them to the side, and parted her legs--her pussy was now unveiled for all to see. She looked unbelievably anxious and embarrassed. James made his way over; he had a candle that about the thickness of a really thick cock. Standing in the water, he spit on the candle, rubbed the spit around the base, and gently worked it into Megan's hole, pulling apart her labia to guide it. Megan twitched and moaned at the touch of someone she only kind of knew touching her pussy and penetrating her with a household item covered with his spit. Finally, when it was far enough up there, at least seven inches or so, James grabbed the lighter and lit the wick.

"Just stay like that for a while," said Kassandra. "When enough of it burns down, you can jump in the water." She had around four inches sticking out of her.

So Megan sat there uncomfortably, a lit candle jutting out of her, wax starting to melt and drip onto the stone.

Kendall was next. Kendall was handsome, about five ten, with dark brown hair and a chiseled jaw.

"Truth or dare," said Kassandra.

"Dare," he said, casually, and some of the boys elbowed him.

"Get blown. Pick anyone."

His eyes widened.

"Genevive's immune this round!" Kassandra added, and Genevive smiled like they were just playing around, and that she wouldn't mind blowing someone anyway. Kendall paused. "Taylor," he said. Based on all the truth or dare games I'd played, nobody would ever pick the person they really liked. They didn't want to be vulnerable in that way. They'd pick someone interesting, a scenario that might never happen otherwise.

Kendall lifted himself up onto the edge of the hot tub, opposite to the one Megan was on, and just sat there. Taylor sat on the other side, in the water.

"Come on!" he urged.

She tried to hide her annoyance and made her way across the tub. She took his dick out of his yellow swim trunks. It was getting harder and longer in front of our eyes, I was surprised to see it was at least seven inches, probably more. He ran his fingers through her hair, but she shook them off. Then she went down and started sucking--hard. And I watched as she blew him, really into it in a mechanical way, sucking back and forth, barbaric, like a factory machine. His mouth was wide open like he couldn't believe it was happening. He was writhing, losing control. A boy who always tried to be so grounded was shaking like tall grass in the wind. I felt a seizing warmth in my pelvic floor; I was probably getting pretty wet by now. I developed a halfhearted desire to walk over there, push Taylor out of the way, and shamelessly lower myself onto Kendall's dick, surrounding him with my pussy, and making eye contact as he let himself go inside me.

Taylor kept sucking. I looked at Kassandra. She was masturbating openly, sitting on the edge of the hot tub, curled toes under the water, arching her back, stomach tightening. Finally, Kendall started moaning. Each time he spasmed, his body seemed to collapse a little. Taylor lifted her head and dribbled the cum over the side of the hot tub down toward the pool.

"No one go in there for a while," said Kassandra. Then she whipped her head toward me with a mischievous smile.

"You're next. Truth or dare."

I am the kind of person who says Truth in a game of Truth or Dare. But seeing Kendall moan had my whole body vibrant.

"Dare," I said.

"Get yourself off with the hot tub jet," Kassandra said. "All the way to climax." Everyone murmured. My heart lurched, like when guys made moves on me, only I felt it echoing across everyone in the hot tub. I noticed the hot tub jet on my back--it was strong. I was embarrassed, but I was unbelievably turned on. The real world had slipped behind me and I was in a new kind of place, a bubble where all that mattered was living in the throes of pleasure.

So I stood up, the hot water reaching only my thighs. "Alright," I said with some sass, tilting my head to show them I was up for the little challenge. So I turned around, squatted on the hot tub seat facing toward the patio with my back to everyone, and adjusted my pelvis so my clit was in the blast of the jet.

Then it began. The water rushing so fast that I'd bet it was going fifty miles an hour. The first few minutes, I kept my cool as I sat there being licked by the hot tub jet in front of everyone. I guess my plan was to orgasm without much fanfare, maybe even fake it. But it felt so real and passionate, and fucking amazing, that I stayed and took it all in.

"You can't get the full blast of the jet with her bikini on," said Kassandra. "Take them off, somebody."

I felt someone grab my bikini bottoms and pull them backward; they were lifting my legs until they lay flush with the top of the hot tub, taking my clit away from the jet's line of fire. My ass was rising above the top of the water; I felt humiliated knowing people could see it.

I was suddenly desperate for the jet again. As soon as I felt the bathing suit bottoms pass over my ankles and into who knows where, I instinctively pulled my hips back to the jet so they could meet again.

The power of the jet felt harmonious, almost like a song. It felt so spectacular that I began thinking of what people would have to do to get me to stop; Kassandra's family barging in wouldn't do it, money probably wouldn't unless it was a lot, and a gun to my head might make me do it, reluctantly. I felt a fist on my back as my bikini top untied and I felt an unburdening. My breasts, tender from the hot water, were exposed now, wet nipples bare for the public. I was fully naked in front of these people, in an extremely compromising squatting position, close to orgasm. I heard water splashing around the sides of me; people were trying to get a glimpse of my face. They could see my expressions slipping uncontrollably into that embarrassing but honest pleasure face.

I heard one person get out of the tub--Connor was kneeling in front of me on the patio, usually so shy, but suddenly there he was jerking his dick back and forth right in front of my face. The kind look on his face was gone, none of the sensitivity I had seen from him in the past. Now he looked possessed by lust, a look ultimately more about him than me. James knelt too, a more aggressive stance and a dick like a cucumber; he shook his fist holding it as fast as he could. He looked me straight in the eye with a look that said, "My cock will destroy you."

Jet beating against my clit, giving me attention that just kept going and going, I just couldn't hold myself back. I entered a new realm of sensation, where you know you are climbing into an orgasm, and you couldn't stop if you tried. Despite the intensity, everyone watching and two guys beating themselves right in front of me, the build was long and slow.

The first climactic spasm came. I saw the detail in the patio rocks.

A second. I found myself inhaling dramatically.

A third. I felt Connor's warm cum hit my face. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to use my eyelashes as a shield for my eye.

Four, five, my stomach muscles were starting to hurt from this climax that felt crazier than any roller coaster I've ever been on.

And then I was at the brink, and then I crossed over. My pussy began to twitch, and it suddenly became so sensitive that I couldn't take the jet. I pulled it away. It was the kind of orgasm that made you feel like your whole body is crying. I think the moans were loud, but I was hardly paying attention. I stood up, defeated and in total pleasure. I turned around and looked at everyone, they all looked bewildered: in the middle of orgasms themselves, still in the process of getting themselves off, or doing nothing but staring in surprise. I could see James cumming in my peripheral vision, Megan was fucking herself with the extinguished candle, and Kendall and Taylor were going at it roughly in a corner of the tub, both now looking at me. As I looked them all in the eye I felt my pussy continue to seize; waves of orgasm crashed over me as I was standing right here, exposed.

We collectively decided to call it after that. That hour or so had been some of the biggest sexual catharsis of our lives, and it was time to rest. After I located my bikini top and bottoms, we showered together across various bathrooms in the house, soaping each other up, sometimes kneeling to get a few last licks in. Where I was, in one of the guest bathrooms, water splashed across the bathroom floor as people moved from the tub to the shower. Connor wanted to fuck me in the shower; he couldn't get it up from cumming so hard earlier, and so he bent me over and slid a hairbrush in and out of me for a few minutes. It felt great.

We put on soft pajamas that Kassandra had laying around, if we hadn't already brought our own. I had brought my own. We drank a few more glasses of wine to wind down. The last thing Kassandra said to me for the night was that my performance was amazing, and that I was invited to all future parties. And finally, at 2 AM or so, we all went to bed. Connor and I fell asleep in a four-post guest bed, him spooning me and caressing my tits as Kendall dozed off on the other side of him, knowing he'd have a turn with me in the morning.