Whoever invented Truth or Dare should just call it what it really is, Invitation to Sexual Frustration.  Playing it with all your girlfriends, or guy friends as the case may be, is one thing but playing it with an even mix of men and women is just cause for some serious sexual tension.  The first time I played Truth or Dare with that mix I was a freshman at college.  We had come in from a party, knew we didn't have class in the morning and decided to invite some guys over to the dorm.  Considering the fact that it was two in the morning no one thought they were coming but about forty minutes later we hear them piling up the stairs.  

We all met up in my room since I was the only one without a roommate at the time and then sat there staring at each other.  It was rather uncomfortable because one of the guys in the room was on my top ten list of people I hated at school.  We got into an argument the day my girlfriend and one of his boys met.  I never wanted to see him again let alone in my room at three in the morning and never ever without his clothes on.  That would all change before the night was over.

We spent possibly the most boring thirty minutes of my life before someone suggested Truth or Dare.  So my three girlfriends and the five guys started in on the Truth portion of the evening because that's how it always starts.  No one wants to do anything embarrassing but there are only so many questions you can ask before the comatose feeling comes in.  That's when things got interesting. While the girls were still stuck on truth the guys were flashing body parts, putting their butts on windows so we could check out the print and licking up
the small of our backs. 

Still I was bored silly so when my dares started I was happy.  I figured I'd never see them again so whatever happened didn't matter.  They saw my breasts and recently shaved pussy as well my tattoos.  I licked a few nipples and simulated riding someone.  I'm still fine at this point but I had made a mental note that someone in the room was an avid pussy eater so I was feeling a slight urge to test him out.  It would have been fine but my girlfriends turned on me at that exact moment.  They wanted me to French kiss the pussy eater who I'll call Lee.  Even though I was mildly attracted to him (he was damn fine, six feet tall, pretty dark brown skin, a smile that would make any mother proud, well dressed smelled nice and had the voice from hell) he was still an asshole and I didn't feel like confusing things.  But there I was in his lap starting the kiss that changed everything.  Oh my God that boy could kiss.  

I felt the inside of my body start quivering and my pussy got wet as all hell.  What was supposed to be a 15 second thing turned into a very long kiss and the start of the tension that filled the room. Suddenly folks were ready to leave us alone together and we're lounging
around watching cartoons, they had been there a while, the morning cartoons had come on.  As soon as the mass cluster left we made arrangements for him to come back over alone.  When I say that it was worth the wait I'm making a dramatic understatement.  He tongued me down from the moment he came through the door.  All I had on was a robe anyway and that was by the wayside very quickly.  

We climbed into my little twin bed and he started kissing and biting my neck.  It was all I could do to keep my focused on trying to undress him while my head got all dizzy.  I felt my nipples being engulfed and twirled around in his mouth and I felt that warm wetness start again.  When I did finally have him unclothed I flip him over and started licking around his neck and chin before I bit his nipples and went down for his dick.  He wasn't overwhelmingly large but he was a nice fit for my mouth and he tasted like candy.  I licked and sucked his dick like it was an ice cream cone.  I was more than happy when he nutted in my mouth and he was shocked when I swallowed it.  

When I climbed back up to kiss him I felt the tongue tricks from Truth or Dare return and before I knew it I was flat on back being stroked damn near unconscious. By the time we came again, me for the fourth or fifth time and him for the second, my legs were locked around his back and we were laying in a pool of sweat.  I was ready to curl up for a nice nap but he wasn't and before long I felt his tongue darting in and out of my pussy.  He kept getting deeper until I felt his chin nestling up against my pussy and lost it.  I came so hard I thought I would drown him.  He strapped on another condom and flipped us over so that I was riding him.  At first it was really slow so we could find a nice rhythm but then he grabbed the lower part of my hip and rolled me ever so slightly forward until his dick hit the most unbelievable feeling spot in my pussy and I started bucking like a bronco.  It wasn't long before we both
came again.  For the last time that afternoon thankfully or else I would have been dehydrated and exhausted. 

We both fell asleep with the cartoons watching us this time.  The guy I would have tossed out of a window before that night had made me orgasm so many times I lost count.  And I'm sure I wasn't on his to do list that morning either.  But it's amazing what can happen all because of a game of Truth or Dare.