We decided to check out a comfort zone. (MFFM) | 2016

In late June, Marie and I were at a new coffee house..we'd had to surrender the one that I'd met Steph at, due to her and James' constant patronage and the...uneasiness it brought. We typically found ourselves sitting alone, but every now and then a gal named Shelly and her friend Greg would sit with us.

Again, Marie was a big girl. Shelly, however, was huge. Very sweet, very intelligent, big, big girl. She was constantly jolly, smiling and joking about everything. Her hair color changed every time I met her, and she had a different color of contacts for every different weather pattern. She also had one of the most pragmatic outlooks on life I'd ever seen on a 25-year-old.

Greg was as friendly and open as Shelly. They'd met at a sailing class, and found out they had the same birthday. He was a tall, thin guy, 6'4" and probably right at 200 lbs. His brown hair usually stuck out at crazy angles, due to an allergy to certain hair products, and his vivid green eyes were usually intensified by the thick glasses he had to wear.

As for sexuality, Shelly's answer was always, "I don't remember", then she'd laugh. Greg had said he was probably bi, but hadn't really had any opportunities with guys.

We were there the last Tuesday of the month. The shop served beer as well as coffee and snacks, so I was drinking a PBR as the four of us played four-handed solitaire and talked about how Summerfest went. The three of them had gone together, I'd been working.

The shop emptied out around 9 o'clock, leaving only a few students on laptops by the doors, headphones on and the barrista, a heavily-pierced girl named Lana (or sometimes Tish...depending on her mood).

Out of nowhere, Shelly looks at Marie and says, "Hey, Em. Truth or Dare."

I snorted into the beer I was drinking, "Shel, that game never ends up well. Well, after Junior High it doesn't."

"I'm bored. Em, Truth or Dare." She grinned at Marie.

Marie: "Truth, duh."

"How many times have you and /u/nottiest done it in the last week?" She pricked up a black eyebrow.

Marie started laughing at her. "Uhm..." she looked at me, "Three times?" I nodded back to her.

"Holy shit...no wonder you look tired. OK, your turn." Shelly flipped over an Ace but didn't have an open spot, so she passed it to Greg.

Marie: "Greg, you know your options."

Greg chose truth, and said that he wasn't going to get the party started. "OK, when was the last time you got laid?"

"Oh, geez. Six months ago? Yeah.. October. Halloween." He smiled glancing at the ceiling.

And thus the pattern went on. I answered two questions, one about the biggest cock I'd ever had (8") and once about if Marie and I had done anal (previous post if you've got the time).

Twenty minutes in, Shelly's turn came and she queried me, I said, "Dare...I'm still young."

She laughed and said, "OK, go into the bathroom and come back out without underwear on. You can prove that they're off however you like."

The bathroom was small and ungainly to take off one's pants. I ended up pulling a leg off, then pulling the underwear down over one foot then the pant/sock/boot on the other side. Ruined the boxer briefs. Oh well.

The thought that I was going commando kind of got me going. It was probably helped by the four 22 oz beers I'd had. I came back out and sat down, showing Shelly my ruined underwear.

"Nope," she followed, "I'm not buying it. You could have found those in there."

I stood up, faced her and unzipped my fly. I didn't pull myself out, but she got a shot of my trimmed hair.

"OK, fair enough".

Next came a few more truths. One dare from Marie to Greg that dealt with him trying to use some water to slick his hair in one direction or another. Then it was back to me. "Dare" I said again.

Greg: "OK...hmmm...OK, under the table, dip your balls in Shelly's fresca." and he laughed.

I reached over before Shelly could protest and grabbed her mug, "HEY!" Reaching under the table, I unzipped and pulled my equipment out of my fly.

Greg bent over and looked under the table. Shelly immediately copied the move, getting off her chair instead and Marie bent over as well.

Point of note: Fresca on balls, not so bad.

When I put myself back in my pants, everyone popped back up. Shelly looked at Marie and said, "Lucky girl." Greg followed with, "Yeah, definitely".

Next up came another truth, Shelly had, in fact, gone down on a woman. Shelly then dared Marie, "To let Greg take off her panties in the bathroom."

Marie looked at me, concerned. I don't know if I was just tipsy enough or non-threatened enough where I just shrugged and winked at her. Off they went.

Moments later, they returned, Greg reaching into his pocket at the table and producing a pair of red bikinis. There was a small wetness in the crotch, and Marie was blushing.

Now, as they say, things got down to business. I was dared to whip it out under the table and not put it away. Done. Shelly had to produce a bra, using that bra-fu-move that women can do without removing their shirts. Greg had to, at the table, mouth one of her large brown nipples (he made like he was tying his shoe). Marie had to insert the tip of the PBR bottle I was drinking (switched to 12's), then have me drink from it.

Marie's turn came to me. I said, "Dare, duh, as they say."

"Suck Greg's cock." She smiled. Not the "hey, this is fun" smile, more the "I want to think of it when I fuck you later" smile.

I grinned back, "Under the table?"

"Sure, why not?" She countered.

Greg then said, "Nobody asked me about this, I might add." He didn't look too traumatized though.

Shelly said, out of nowhere, "Oh, come on. You even said you thought /u/nottiest was hot..."

I got down on my knees and went under the table. I looked over at Marie briefly, seeing her rub the seam on her jeans that went down her crotch. I could see a darkening in the denim where I knew her slit to be.

Looking forward, I saw Greg had pulled himself out of his pants. He was uncircumcised, which was new to me. He was also larger than I'd thought. Not wanting to dwell on things, I quickly took him in my mouth, ran around with my tongue a bit and withdrew. He'd already gotten hard.

I came back out and wiped my lips where the girls could see it. Greg, however, stared at me directly.

Shelly said, "We should go to my house, I have a bottle of wine."

Her house was only a few blocks away. I was fairly tipsy at this point and had been groping Marie a bit. She didn't seem too traumatized by the whole thing.

When we got in the door, Shelly brought out the dark Cabernet. I said, "My turn." Then, "Shelly, T or D".

"Dare, bring it on." She grinned at me, standing there.

I think the prospect of her dare shocked her at first. I know it shocked Greg, and maybe Marie to a small amount, but who was I to keep things from getting interesting, "OK, strip. Naked."

She looked at me, the grinning confidence was gone. "Are you...sure? Remember, I'm a fat girl..."

I said, "No, you're Shelly, and you've been dared." I smiled at her.

"Only if you do too..." she said.

Standing up, I took off my belt, my shirt and pants. I'd tossed the undies away at the store, so there I was, in my glory...with a pair of ankle socks on.

She sort of blinked at me...like she wasn't planning on me actually doing it.

I was very aware that I was very erect. I sat back down as Shelly stripped off her clothing, then sat down in her chair.

She was built like a fertility goddess. Huge, wide hips. Massive breasts that hung very low. No stretch marks or cellulite, just curves everywhere.

Looking at Marie, she swallowed and said, "Truth or Dare".

Marie, without a breath between the question and the answer, "Dare".

Shelly looked directly at my cock. "I want you to fuck him in front of us."

M stood up and shucked off her pants. She faced towards Shelly, straddled my legs and lowered herself down.

I hadn't felt her this wet in a long time. While not as tight as the first few times, she was still very restrictive as I went in. "OK, Shelly, Truth or Dare" she said as she lowered herself all the way down. We hadn't been using condoms for a couple months.

"Dare, bitch..." Her voice was heavy.

I felt more than heard Marie chuckle. "Why don't you suck Greg for a minute. Here, in front of us."

From where I was, I couldn't see around Marie. I did see Greg's upper back as he faced Shelly, and I could hear suction and some slurping noises.

I heard a muffled voice, "/u/naughieh...oof o gare" I answered with a dare. She pulled off enough to say, "Stand up, bend her over and fuck her on the couch. Really give it to her."

That was all I needed. Marie stood up and turned around on the couch, leaning on the back and putting her knees on the cushions. I lined up and slammed home, no breaks.

I was tipsy, so I knew I had it in me to go for some time. I leaned over and reach around, playing with her huge chest, massaging her nipples.

This went on for some time. I felt her tense up and cum, hard. I don't know if it was the novelty of the situation or what. There was some motion off to my left as I saw Greg sit down next to us, watching the point where we met and lazily jerking off. Marie saw it too, and reached over to him, helping his slow stroking.

I wondered where Shelly went for about a second, when I felt hands on my ass and my cheeks spread. She didn't waste any time burying her face in my crack, and her technique was amazing.

She slobbered, filled my entire asscrack with saliva, alternately moving down to my perineum when she could and back up to my rectum, sinking her tongue into me. I changed things and, instead of thrusting forward, drew Marie back into me to give Shelly better access.

I closed my eyes then, lost in the sensation. There's a thing about getting a really good rimjob while you're inside someone that changes the game.

It so absorbed me that I didn't notice Greg stand up. I noticed Shelly's mouth leaving my backside. Then I felt other hands.