Brett handed over his ten bucks, even though he could think of a thousand things that would have been a better use for the money. He’d agreed to join the team for the scavenger hunt, but held no illusions about winning the pot. From what he’d heard, there were usually so many teams competing that the odds were slim.

Mike returned a few minutes later with the official master list and the address of the online version. “Everybody check it out and see what you can come up with,” he said as he held up the front page to show the URL.

Brett brought up the site on his phone and started scrolling. The list was enormous, with more than three hundred items, each written with tongue-in-cheek humor. Some were easy, such as, ‘Pimp Fried Rice: Deliver a Chinese take-out menu with the word Ho in the name of the restaurant to the judges for five chopsticks.’ Others like, ‘Operation Dumbo Drop,’ that required the team to bring a real, live elephant to the judges were all but impossible. That particular item was worth one thousand points – or peanuts as the text read.

Some things were risky, but generally harmless. ‘Full Moon Fever,’ required a picture of the entire team mooning a statue in town, for example. The list left little doubt that guys were running the contest with items like, ‘Australian Kiss,’ that asked for a pair of panties with lipstick kisses on the crotch. ‘Pie in the Sky,’ requested upskirt pictures of girls on balconies, stairs, and such, with bonus points for girls going commando.

The item for nude pictures of girls had one of the longest descriptions. Bra pictures were worth ten points. Panty pics were worth twenty. Bare breasts were worth thirty. Pussy shots were worth forty. Fully naked was good for fifty. There were bonuses for multiple girls in the same image, girls kissing or fondling each other, and a huge point boost for full-on lesbian action.

“The fuck?” one of his teammates, Brian, exclaimed. “What’s with the Skittles?”

Brett looked at him and asked, “Skittles?”

“It’s the last thing on the list. Puckered Rainbow. Sour Skittles delivered to the judges will send you over the rainbow with ten gold nuggets per ounce. This item is a spoil of the judges and will not be returned.”

Mike revealed, “One of the judges is hooked on Sour Skittles, and you can’t find them around here for shit.”

Brett smiled and said, “I may be able to get us some points on that. Kylie’s mom sends her a whole box of those once a month.”

“Kylie who?” Brian asked.

“That redhead I’ve hooked up with a few times.”

Mike said, “The Skittles are yours, then. Everybody else keep your eyes open in the stores, though. That can add up fast. My uncle’s a notary, so I can get that notarized statement that I’ve never watched The Note without a girl present.”

“I’ve got a take-out menu from China Ho,” another teammate said.

Brian said, “My Dad has a ship in a bottle.”

On it went, until the team split up to begin gathering the various items. Brett went after his primary target first by texting Kylie. After a promising exchange of flirtation, he asked, “Hey, does your Mom still send you those Sour Skittles?”

“Scavenger hunt, huh?”

“You’ve got me,” he answered.

The next text message from her took a couple of minutes to arrive. “Got them yesterday, but they’re going to cost you.”

“Like what?” he asked. He’d already spent ten bucks on the scavenger hunt, and he really didn’t want to waste any more.

“At the house. Come over and we’ll talk about it.”

“There in a few. I’ll text you when I get there,” he answered.

“Just come in. I’ll be downstairs.”

That was a surprise. Like most sororities, there were rules about when and where male visitors were allowed inside the house, and Kylie’s seemed stricter than most. She’d always met him outside in the past – even in bad weather.

He’d spent enough time with her to know that she was up to something, and he suspected it was showing off for her sorority sisters. She had what he wanted, and she was going to milk it for all it was worth.

So, it was yet another surprise when he arrived and found her sitting by herself, rather than surrounded by her sisters.

“Hey,” he said as she stood up. She was wearing a skirt, which was unusual enough for him to notice.

“Hey, yourself,” she said as she stepped straight into his personal bubble and plucked at his shirt. “Come on.”

He followed when she turned, and quickly realized she was heading toward the stairs. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble?”

She chuckled. “Our house Mom had to leave town, and she won’t be back until tomorrow morning. So, are you coming or what?”

The look in her eyes boded well. If she was horny, and if that’s what she wanted for the Skittles, it wasn’t even a trade. “So, the cat’s away?”

“Uh huh.”

Getting involved in the scavenger hunt suddenly didn’t seem like such a waste of time and money.

She led him down the hall, and he saw knowing stares on the faces of two girls they passed, punctuated afterwards by giggling. The sounds coming from behind one closed door proved he wasn’t the only man in the house.

Kylie opened her door, and his hopes sank. Four of her sorority sisters – her personal clique – were sitting in the room. It was a diverse group, even in the melting pot that was campus life. Amanda was Hispanic, Jun was Chinese, Trina was African-American, and Sophia was a dark-skinned Puerto Rican. The girls glanced at each other and laughed as Brett took in the scene.

Kylie grabbed his hand and joined in the laughter. “Come on,” she said as she pulled him into the room, closed the door, and locked it.

He noticed that Trina was wearing a skirt as well, and couldn’t recall having ever seen her in one. He was also certain that it was one he’d seen Sophia wearing at some point. With that came the realization that they were all wearing skirts, and that Trina and Jun’s clashed with the tops they were wearing.

It was strange, but he put it out of his head when Sophia picked up the box of Skittles and shook it.

“Thirty-six bags. Seventy-eight ounces,” Kylie said while gesturing at the box. “That’s seven hundred and eighty points, right?”

Brett nodded and said, “Yeah.”

“Damn, that’s almost as much as getting an elephant,” Trina remarked.

Jun said, “It sure is a lot of points for candy.”

As if he didn’t already know, the over-the-top tone screamed that they were all in on it. Brett blew out breath and said, “Yeah. So, what do you want for them?”

Kylie looked up at the ceiling, tapped a finger on her chin, and let out an exaggerated, “Hmm...”

“Come on,” Brett said, and leaned against the door, trying to act as if he was unfazed by the whole thing.

The redhead strutted across the couple of steps between them, and jerked the tail of his shirt out of his jeans.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Taking your shirt off,” Kylie said while continuing to pull the material free of his jeans.

“Okay,” he said, lifting his arms and shaking his head.

Kylie pulled off the shirt and tossed it to her friends with a, “Whoo!”

“Nice,” Amanda said as she caught the shirt.

“Mmm hmm,” Trina agreed.

He held his arms out to the side and tightened up his abdominal muscles to show them off, which resulted in more approving comments from the girls.

Then Kylie reached for his belt.

Already standing almost against the door, all he could do was bump against it and say, “Whoa. Wait a second.”

“What? Are you shy?” Kylie asked.

He knew the sort of mischief she could come up with and said, “No, but I am not running naked through the halls or something.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “That’s not it.”

“So, what?”

“Taste the rainbow,” she said, and then twitched her eyebrows. Her friends all laughed and whispered to each other behind her.

“Huh?”

She stroked her fingers over his crotch and said, “Just take them off.”

“How do I know you’re not all just going to take out your phones, snap pictures and tell me to leave?”

“Okay,” she said, and then turned to her friends. “Give me two.” Sophia opened the box, took out two packages of Skittles, and handed them to the redhead.

Kylie passed them along to him and said, “There you go. Two for the shirt. Five for the pants.”

He saw Sophia holding up the bags of candy to emphasize the good faith of the offer.

What the hell, he thought. All five girls were hot, and he had nothing to be ashamed of. He sat the Skittles down on the corner of a desk and lifted a foot to pull off his shoe.

The girls responded with cheers of, “Whoo hoo!” and “Take it off!”

Once he’d pulled off both shoes and socks, he reached for his belt. Kylie started chanting a bow chikka wow porno track, and the other girls joined in. Despite his earlier convictions, he felt his face growing warm as he unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. In hopes of covering up the feeling, he quickly pushed his jeans down and kicked them away to a chorus of lewd compliments.

He held out his hand for the candy as he stood in front of them in his boxers.

“You’re not done yet,” Kylie said.

He smiled and said, “You said pants. You didn’t say anything about underwear.”

“You knew what I meant,” Kylie countered. She swept a finger in a downward gesture and said, “Take them off.”

He knew thinking about it wasn’t going to make it any easier, and that Kylie wasn’t going to relent, so he dropped his draws.

“Hello,” a wide-eyed Jun exclaimed, setting off a peal of laughter.

Kylie grabbed the candy and handed it to him. She looked back at her friends and said, “Told you.”

“You weren’t lying,” Trina agreed.

“Let’s see it hard,” Sophia said.

Brett held up the candy and said, “Five more.”

Kylie wrapped her hand around his manhood and said, “Three. You’re already getting a handjob out of it.”

There was no holding back his grunt of pleasure with the redhead squeezing and caressing his cock, so he said, “Okay. Three.”

“You go, girl,” Amanda said as he hardened in Kylie’s grasp.

“Yeah, you go,” Trina chimed in.

Sophia said, “Make it hard.”

It didn’t take long.

“So, do you want the rest of the box?” the redhead asked as she stroked his fully erect manhood.

His voice husky from her continued attention, he asked, “What do I have to do for it?”

“I already told you – taste the rainbow.”

He opened his mouth to ask what that meant, but then it dawned on him when Kylie stuck out her tongue and flicked it up and down. One black, one white, one Asian...

The rainbow was right in front of him.

“You get it?” Kylie asked, seeing the recognition in his eyes.

“Go down on all of you?”

Amanda said, “Time to find out if you’re as good as she says you are.”

Kylie nodded and said, “So...”

He didn’t need any time to contemplate that. “Works for me.”

The girls laughed and stood up. Kylie used the convenient handle already in her hand to pull him toward the bed, and said, “Lay down.”

Brett slid onto the mattress, and the girls didn’t waste a second before sitting down on the edges near his waist.

“Jun gets to go first. She needs it more than any of us,” Kylie said. “But first...”

His eyes widened when Sophie produced two pairs of handcuffs that had been hidden under the mattress.

“It’s this, or we’re done,” Kylie said as she took one set of the handcuffs from her friend.

“I...” he began, but the look Kylie fixed him with told him that she meant what she’d said. If he didn’t agree to the handcuffs, the game was over. Panic warred inside him with excitement. He’d never been with anyone but white girls, and he was about to hit the jackpot. He’d also be a hero to the team when he showed up with the candy – and the points.

When she grabbed his wrist, he swallowed hard, but didn’t put up a fight.

Sophie and the redhead tightened the cuffs on his wrist, and then pulled his hands up and out, cuffing them to the headboard. He was on the verge of telling Kylie he’d changed his mind as his heart raced. The last click hadn’t even sounded when Jun climbed over him.

“Get some,” Trina encouraged her sister.

He had but a moment to see her lack of panties under the skirt and a shadowy glimpse of her shaved pussy before it descended to his mouth. It was enough to stomp down his panic.

Jun gasped and flinched away for a fraction of a second when he snaked his tongue out and between her nether lips. She could no more see what he was doing than he could see anything in the darkness beneath her skirt, and the touch must have caught her off guard.

She quickly recovered and pressed her folds against his lips.

Brett parted her labia with his tongue and gave her a deep, broad tongued lap. She shuddered atop him, and he heard her whimper over his own hungry moan. Next was a rapid tongue wiggle at the apex of her lips, which drew a squeal.

“I told you he was good,” Kylie said.

He meant to live up to that compliment.

With no hands and limited range of movement to work with between her thighs, he made due. A twist and lift of his head let him suck on one of her labia. Tilting his head down let him probe her canal, and placed the tip of his nose right over her hood.

His tongue wasn’t the only one at work.

At the same time as he jumped to Jun’s clit, he felt a lick on the left side of his glans. The girls laughed at the bouncing response of his hard organ. He grunted in surprise, but didn’t let it distract him from the task at hand. A stab of his tongue slipped it beneath her hood, and he lapped the bud hard.

“Look how red her face is,” Trina said.

Amanda then asked, “Doing good, huh?”

A breathless and squeaky, “Uh huh,” was Jun’s answer to that.

Another tongue swiped his cockhead. Then someone gave it a light smack from the opposite side. Meanwhile, Jun shifted position to grind her pussy into his face. The air beneath her skirt was hot, and thick with the scent of her arousal.

He was loving every second of it.

“Okay, time to switch,” Kylie announced.

Jun answered that with a plaintive, “No.”

Brett wasn’t helping encourage her to get up with his tongue going full-bore on her clit.

“Everyone gets a turn before his tongue gives out on him,” Kylie reiterated.

“Besides, he’s just going to be hungry again in an hour,” Sophia joked, which earned her a playful slap on the shoulder from Amanda.

Jun groaned in frustration and jerked away far enough for her skirt to uncover his eyes. She hovered over him, breathing heavily for a couple of seconds before swinging her leg over his body.

“Damn, girl,” Trina said when she saw the wetness on Brett’s face.

Jun sat down heavily in a chair and clamped her legs together, still panting.

Trina rose up on her knees and said, “Time for me to get some of that.”

He didn’t even get a glance up her skirt before she sat on his face. It was the smooth skin pressed against his lips and the curls tickling his nose that told him what he couldn’t see in the darkness. Her scent was headier than Jun’s – different, but no less intoxicating. So, he sent his tongue straight into the source.

Trying to demonstrate his skills on her proved a lost cause within a few heartbeats. Trina slipped her fingers behind his head, pulling him tight against her, and rode his face. All he could really do was keep his tongue moving.

It seemed to do the trick.

“Ah yeah. Get in there,” she cried out amidst a series of sharp moans.

Someone pulled his cock straight up, and then let go so it slapped against him. He heard Jun say something, although he couldn’t make it out with Trina’s thighs muffling his ears.

Trina chided, “Don’t you stop,” and tugged at the roots of his hair.

Brett got his tongue back up to speed, and her fingers relaxed. Nothing else did, though. She kept grinding her pussy hard against his lips and tongue. His face was hot, and his cheeks had the burn of mild chafing, but he wasn’t going to let it stop him.

Not that he was sure Trina would have let him anyway.

Again, someone stood his cock up straight. This time, a condom settled over the tip. As it rolled down his erection, he thought it felt odd and constricting. The latex had barely reached his root when the mattress dipped next to his leg.

“Mmm! Mmm hmm! Mmm hmm!” Trina moaned. The flow of her juices grew tangier, and the movement of her hips jerkier.

At the same time, cloth draped over his legs and stomach. A different hand gripped his manhood, and he realized one of the girls was mounting him reverse cowgirl when his latex-shrouded cock slipped between her nether lips.

Trina’s wild ride ceased, and she spat out, “Suck it.” With her hood crushed against his lips, it wasn’t hard to figure out what she meant.

He sucked her hood and clit between his lips, and she yelped. At the same time, Jun gave herself away by squealing as she sank down on his cock. Again, the sensation was unusual. Though he could feel her walls squeezing as he slid inside her, it was muted.

Brett sucked Trina’s clit hard and rolled it with his tongue. Her breaths came in rapid bursts, often emerging as whimpers or grunts, and her fingers once again pulled his hair.

“Are you gonna come, you cheating bitch?” Amanda asked.

The ebony hottie answered with a warbling scream as she did just that.

“Pop at the drop of a hat,” Kylie said over the cacophony.

He managed to hold onto Trina’s clit for a few seconds as the spasms of her orgasm rocked her. When the throbbing bud popped free, she was still well within reach of his tongue, though. A choked off cry escaped her as he licked her wet heat.

“And I don’t think she’s the only one,” Kylie said in a singsong voice, and then laughed.

While her sister came on his face, Jun rode him hard. His butt sank into the mattress. The hem of her skirt danced on his skin. He could feel the tips of her fingers brushing his shaft as she frigged her clit. High-pitched weepy cries burst from her lips every time his tip slammed into her depths.

Trina cried out, “Ah, shit,” and leaned forward to grip the headboard. She lifted her pussy away from him, and looking beneath the hem of her skirt, he could see flashes of Jun’s tight ass peeking out from beneath hers, and smacking his thighs.

“Are you playing with yourself?” Amanda asked.

Sophia said, “Well...” but that was all he could understand when Jun loosed a banshee’s wail.

She trembled atop him, her first scream trailing off into a gasp, only to have a second follow hot on its heels. She suddenly pitched forward, catching herself on one arm and lifting off his cock. She dropped face-down into the mattress, letting Brett get a good look at the rubber. It was more opaque than he expected. Between that and the loss of sensation, he assumed it was some brand of extra strength condom.

With the cry died down and her sorority sister quivering, Sophia repeated, “I wouldn’t have to if Trina would get out of the way.”

Amanda looked away and waved her hand toward him. “Go ahead. Save the real caliente for last.”

Sophia spat, “Cono.”

“Puta,” Amanda answered right back – though they were both smiling.

Trina’s legs trembled as she straightened over her knees. Kylie and Sophia offered hands to steady her as she climbed out of the bed.

Brett worked his jaw muscles and rolled his head back and forth to relax the tightness as best he could. He knew he was far from done. Kylie leaned over and patted Jun on the back.

“You okay?” she asked her still prone friend.

Jun muttered something unintelligible, and then her body quaked from an aftershock.

“So, when did we make that part of the deal?” Brett asked, nodding at his latex-shrouded erection.

“Fringe benefits,” the redhead answered. “If you’re going to wag your tongue, put it to some good use.”

“Like right here,” Sophia said, and then flipped up the front of her skirt to flash him. A nest of short, dark curls surrounded her sex.

“God,” Amanda and Kylie said near simultaneously as they looked away.

Sophia straddled him, and he was shrouded in fragrant darkness once more. Her pussy hair was moist against his skin, and the perfume of her need filling his lungs was strong. The masturbation Amanda had called her out on had apparently been more than some idle tickling. She was very much wet and ready.

The first stroke of his tongue slicked the hair away from her nether lips and set his taste buds afire. He had no idea what it was she moaned in Spanish while he was doing it, but it sounded sexy.

He’d never gone down on a girl who didn’t shave before, and it distracted him to some degree. The taste of her nectar helped him put the tickle out of his mind, though.

“No sense in that going to waste,” he heard Amanda say.

Laughter arose from the other girls, though Sophia’s cut off abruptly in a gasp when he flicked her clit.

Kylie said, “Come on Jun, make some room.”

The Asian beauty wearily groaned, but the mattress shifted. While she climbed out of the bed at the foot, someone else took her place from the side.

“Make him earn it,” Kylie suggested.

Sophia moaned, “Mmm hmm,” and slipped her fingers behind his head to pull him tight against her sex.

Brett winced from the crick he felt building in his neck, and the stiff hairs digging into his face. Sophia wriggled atop him, and he sucked on her folds to rest his tiring tongue. A drop of accumulated wetness rolled over his chin and down his neck.

It wasn’t the last.

Someone pulled off the condom and replaced it with another. He assumed it was Amanda’s skirt that draped over his legs next. She jerked his erection up straight, wriggled it into position, and buried it inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she cried out, confirming her identity.

Kylie said, “Nice huh?”

“Oh yeah,” the Latina agreed.

Nails digging into the back of his head sent him searching for Sophia’s clit with his tongue. She squealed when he found it, but rather than giving him any relief, she dug in even more. Amanda thrust her hips forward and back, pulling hard on the root of his cock with each backstroke as she rode him with wild abandon.

On and on it went. With his face buried in one pussy and his cock in another, he should have been in heaven. To some degree he was, but the twinges of pain from his abused cock, neck, and the scraping of Sophia’s hair against his skin tempered the pleasure.

“You’re going to break it off in you, girl,” Trina said – still sounding breathless.

He was thinking the same thing.

Her voice full of mock warning, Kylie said, “She better not.”

Amanda’s only answer was a series of tight whimpers.

Trina said, “Oh, I think she’s gonna pop.”

Somehow, Amanda picked up the pace. Brett grunted into Sophia’s pussy and tried to keep his tongue moving through the twinges of pain coming from between his legs. Just when he thought Trina’s prediction was going to come true, the hard-riding Latina cried out, “Uh huh. Oh. Oh yes!”

Kylie whooped and clapped her hands when her friend’s screech of orgasm echoed back from the walls.

Amanda twitched and trembled atop him, crying out as waves of ecstasy crashed through her. Sophia was breathing hard, offering up a flood of her bittersweet juices to his questing tongue. The rest of the girls clapped, laughed, and teased the two straddling him.

“Faster. Right there. Don’t stop,” Sophia suddenly growled at him while shoving her clit against his tongue.

He sucked the bud in, pressed his tongue against it, and she was there.

Relief flooded through him when Sophie released him to grip the bedclothes instead. He let his head drop and rubbed his lips over her folds, which seemed to be enough to keep her coming. He was still buried inside Amanda, and her walls rhythmically clenched around him from the aftershocks of her orgasm. A drop of pussy juice tickled his ear. Another fell from Sophia’s folds onto his upper lip.

It was easily the most exciting, but also most disquieting feeling he’d ever experienced.

Kylie laughed and said, “Okay, come on.”

“No,” Amanda protested, and then drew in a loud gasp.

“Yes.

It’s taste the rainbow,” Kylie said. “Get up there. He has to have a lick.”

Sophia flinched away from his lips, exposing his eyes to the light of the room once more. He blinked against the brightness and saw her trying to catch her breath. Trina offered a hand, which she accepted, and used it to steady herself as she lifted her leg up and over his body.

The wet crackle of his cock sliding out of Amanda drew his attention to her. Her eyes pinched closed and she whimpered from the shock of the head popping free of her canal a moment later.

“Come on,” Kylie demanded while pulling on her friend’s wrist.

Amanda groaned and scooted forward, leaving a wet, slippery spot on his stomach, and then a broken trail of wetness up his chest. Kylie pulled out the front of her friend’s skirt, giving him a nice view of Amanda’s bare-shaven sex before the cloth dropped over his face and her pussy descended.

She shuddered violently and cried out when his tongue swiped over her folds. At the top of the first stroke, he picked up what was hiding beneath the chill-inducing flavor of her juices – condom aftertaste.

Kylie laughed and said, “How does that rubber taste? Now you know why I was making faces that time you wanted me to suck you afterward.”

It really wasn’t that bad, but he understood where she was coming from. It certainly killed the moment. Having new pussy in his face helped offset that, and the rough ride he’d just endured, though.

Amanda let out a broken cry and jerked away from him after only a few licks. She grabbed the skirt and held it between her legs as she slid off him.

“I guess that’s good enough,” Kylie said.

“It... It b-better be,” Amanda muttered. “Fuck!”

Then, it was Kylie’s turn. She sat down on his chest and lifted her skirt, letting him see her smooth pussy and the patch of red curls above.

“Tell me you want it,” she demanded.

“I want it,” he said, even though his aching neck and sore tongue said otherwise.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, let me lick your pussy.”

“You know how much I love my Skittles. Now you’re going to earn them.”

He swallowed hard as she moved over his face.

She was dripping wet when her folds squished against his lips. He’d gone down on her quite a few times, and it was a noticeable difference. She was really getting off on the whole thing.

“Do it,” she told him, and punctuated it by wiggling her hips.

Sore as he was, he was determined not to disappoint. A broad lap coated his tongue in her abundant honey, and culminated in a stiff lick of her clit. She responded with a gasp and a lurch.

Wiggling his tongue at the apex of her labia proved difficult. Every muscle in his mouth was sore, and his skin was chafed. He fought through, trying to ignore the throbbing ache, and giving her everything he had.

Off came the second condom, but this time nobody replaced it. Instead, a hand wrapped around his cock – almost too tight.

Trina said, “Ooo, that’s like a rock.”

“That’s because he loves it. Don’t you?” Kylie said.

Even if he had tried to answer, nobody would have understood it. The redhead had her pussy shoved too tightly against his lips to form the words.

He assumed it was Trina roughly jerking his cock. Somebody else squeezed his balls. Neither was particularly pleasurable, but he doubted that was the point.

Meanwhile, Kylie rode his face more aggressively with every passing second. He kept his tongue out and moving, but she was the one in control, using every inch of his mouth as her personal playground. Her juices smeared over his face and even his nose. Growls tumbled from her lips as often as whimpers. She was taking what she wanted, one way or another.

The seconds turned into a minute, and then two. The redhead showed no signs of relenting. He was finding it difficult to take an unencumbered breath between her pussy lips grinding into him and her juices trying to invade his nostrils. She said something to one of her sisters in a rushed, thick voice, but he couldn’t understand a word of it.

He felt someone rolling on a condom at the moment she let go of his head. Light returned when she lurched away from him, planted her hands on his shoulders, and pushed back toward his hips. Jun barely managed to get the condom on and her hand out of the way before Kylie grabbed his cock and impaled herself on it.

She bounced hard, bumping the headboard against the wall, and crying out with every stroke. Before he had time to appreciate her fingers flashing between her legs and the shockwaves running through her breasts, she was there.

Kylie’s head snapped forward and she screamed as orgasm claimed her. Her sorority sisters cheered while she trembled and lurched, sucking in ragged breaths that emerged as pained cries. Uncoordinated jerks of her hips stirred him in her tightly clenched canal, driving her to further heights of sweet agony.

All he could do was watch.

Finally, she fell forward onto his chest with a last rattling cry. Her face was hot against his skin, and her panting breaths stirred the hair there. He slipped free of her, but remained trapped beneath her skirt, causing it to flutter with the bouncing of his erection.

“So, can you get these cuffs off me now?” he asked once the erratic twitching of her limbs slowed.

Kylie groaned, looked up at him, and chuckled. “Not... Not just yet.”

“Come on. We made a deal.”

“I’d feel bad sending you away with this,” she said, and then bumped her butt into his cock.

“What’s that got to do with the handcuffs?”

“You’ll see.” She blew out a fast breath from between pursed lips and added, “As soon as I can get up.”

Contrary to her words, Kylie pushed up from his chest and onto her knees a moment later. She waved for her sisters to join her, and they gathered at the foot of the bed.

“Remember when I asked you if you’d ever tried edging?” Kylie asked while taking off the condom.

“Oh shit,” he muttered.

“Well, you’re going to try it now. I promise you’re going to love it.”

“I guess I don’t have any choice?”

She grinned and said, “Nope.”

With nothing to lose, he said, “You could at least show me some tits.”

Kylie looked to her friends to see what they thought. Sophia shrugged. Amanda said, “Why not.” Jun nodded – though her cheeks were bright red. Trina answered by pulling off her top.

“I guess that’s a yes,” Kylie said as she reached for the tail of her shirt.

With her head start, Trina was the first to take off her bra. Her dark chocolate globes were big and pendulous, with even darker ovals around her nipples.

Kylie was next, and even though he’d seen them before, her pale, pink-capped, teardrop breasts were a pleasure to behold.

Sophia’s tits were smaller and firmer than Trina’s, but had the same large, dark ovals around her nipples. She gave them a jiggle as he drank in the sight.

The dark rose color of Amanda’s puffy nipples accentuated her taut breasts. To one-up her friend, she gave the buds a pinch.

Jun was the last to unveil her attributes. Though hers were the smallest, they were perfect little handfuls with tan areolae not much larger than her visibly hard nipples.

Kylie leaned forward when she saw him straining to hold his head up in order to take in the show. She grabbed a pillow, slipped it in behind his head, and then rejoined her friends. A brief, whispered conference ensued, and then they all reached for him as one.

The chains on the cuffs tightened and he grunted as each girl stroked his manhood with one finger. The digits glided up and down his turgid flesh in a feather-light caress that gave him chills. Kylie circled her finger around the head. Sophie tickled his balls.

They were all looking into his eyes.

After a wonderfully torturous minute, Kylie looked at Jun and nodded. The rest of the girls moved back, allowing the Asian beauty to take control. She wore a shy, excited smile as she moved in and leaned over his lap.

Rather than taking him in her mouth, as he’d expected, she instead let her long hair drape over his erection. Subtle movements of her head caressed him with her silken locks. The sensation was amazing and set him to grunting.

Jun giggled from the reaction she was causing, and grew bolder. She moved faster, sometimes causing the ends to wrap around him, and then slither back across his skin when she changed direction. Fast shakes of her head tickled the helmet, making him throb hard. Before long, a drop of pre-cum welled up from his tip.

Seeing the offering, she straightened and reached out with a finger to smooth it into the sensitive skin of his cockhead.

“You like that?” she asked.

He nodded his answer.

Her smile widened, and she put her palms on either side of his erection. Her soft hands glided up and down his shaft in counterpoint. After a few strokes, she moved one hand to the underside, and one to the top, but kept up the gentle caress.

She stroked his shaft, balls, and head, making him squirm and gasp. The strangest, irrational thought popped in his head that she looked like a potter sensually working clay on a wheel. The mental image did nothing to decrease the pleasure, though. He was beginning to feel the first chilly tingles in the head of his cock, and oozed another drop of pre-cum when she released him and sat back.

Sophie changed places with Jun, and she too leaned into his lap. Again, he was expecting a blowjob, and this time, he got one – literally.

Pursed lips blew a tight stream of air at the head of his cock, drawing an ever shifting spiral pattern. The drop of pre-cum distended, and then burst when she paused to concentrate on it. The following puffs caused the droplets to spread out over his glans. Already worked up by Jun’s hands, even the tiny bit of stimulation was doing the trick.

She had much more in mind, though.

Taking his cock in hand, she stood it up and scooted forward until she could rub it over her breasts. Her hand moved slowly up and down the shaft as she guided the helmet over her soft globes. She teased her nipples on occasion, and moaned each time she did so. The smoldering look in her dark brown eyes was nearly as exciting as her touch.

Long before he was ready, she too released him and moved so Kylie could take her place.

The redhead reclined on one elbow next to him, and looked up into his eyes. She then held up her index finger and let him look at it and wonder for a moment before slowly moving it toward his cock.

Using only the tip and moderate pressure, she rubbed the underside of the head where it joined the shaft. She began by going back and forth, then switched to circling, making more contact with the ridge of his cock helmet. The ridge was her next target, and she plucked it with rapid flicks.

Brett was breathing hard not long after. He couldn’t believe that she was pushing him toward the edge with only the tip of one finger, even with the evidence right in front of him.

“Getting close?” she asked, keeping her finger moving.

Knowing that the plan was to deny him orgasm, he lied, “Not yet.”

Of course, his muscles chose that moment to involuntarily tighten from the growing pleasure. Accompanying that was the largest emission of pre-cum yet, which rolled down the swollen head and dribbled into the hair below.

She called him on it. “Liar.”

Kylie held out her hand, and Amanda placed a bottle of lotion in it. With all his attention between his legs, he hadn’t even noticed the other girl leaving the bed. The redhead popped the top, and then aimed it at his erection.

Brett started and let out a grunt when the chilly lotion hit the sensitive and friction-warmed head. Kylie guided the bottle all along his length, squeezing out lotion as if she was putting mustard on a hotdog. When she reached the root, she handed the bottle back to Amanda.

The scent of the lavender lotion reached his nose at about the same time as Kylie curled her hands around his shaft. She stroked him with a twisting motion, liberally coating him in the bead of white cream, and then got down to work.

“Look,” Jun said, pointing at his toes, which were curling of their own volition.

He clenched his teeth and fought the warming of his cheeks when the other girls chuckled. Kylie’s hand rapidly pumping up and down his shaft kept him from ending the source of their amusement. It felt too good.

The redhead kept up the pressure, driving him ever closer to a peak. Warmth swelled in his cock. The wicked itch of his approaching orgasm grew more intense. He throbbed in her grasp.

And then she let go.

Left hovering on the cusp, he could do nothing except writhe and growl as his cock bobbed up and down in denied need.

“Just relax. Breathe,” Kylie said as she accepted a cloth from Trina to wipe the lotion off her hand.

“Ah, you’re fucking evil,” he muttered.

“You’ll get to come eventually, and it will be worth it.”

With little choice in the matter, he took her advice – or at least tried to. He closed his eyes and breathed. Ever so slowly, the urgency subsided.

He opened his eyes again when a finger touched the head of his cock. Kylie pulled her hand back, and then nodded to Trina, who climbed into the bed.

She gave away her intentions as soon as she dropped down onto her hands above him. Sure enough, she let her heavy breasts fall on either side of his cock and wiggled, batting his erection back and forth between them. The other girls chuckled.

“I know you like these. You can’t take your eyes off them,” Trina said. Then, she squeezed his cock between them.

The soft, warm nest of her breasts felt wonderful. It was even better when she shook them, stroking him with hot friction.

“Here,” Sophie offered, holding out the bottle of lotion.

Trina sat up over her knees and accepted the bottle. It wasn’t a large leap in imagination to replace the lotion she squirted between her bountiful breasts with something else. The contrast between her dark skin and the pure white lotion was exciting.

Kylie cautioned, “Take it slow,” as Trina bent over him again.

There was no holding back his groan when she stroked his stiff organ between her slippery breasts. It felt incredible, and looked even better. She followed her friend’s instruction, pushing down slowly until the head popped out, and then lifting until he nearly slipped free.

“You like fucking my titties?” she asked after a few strokes.

“Yes,” he answered.

“Bet you’d like to shoot cum all over them, wouldn’t you?”

He grunted as a surge of pleasure rushed through him. “Yeah, but you’re not going to let that happen, are you?”

She let out an evil chuckle and picked up the pace.

It hadn’t been very long since he was on the verge of an eruption, and it didn’t take long for the feeling to build again. For a while, he had fleeting hope that Trina wouldn’t notice the signs he was getting close, and would end the game prematurely. Then he caught a glimpse of Kylie studying his face intently.

It wasn’t going to happen.

Not very long after, the redhead tapped Trina on the shoulder. Brett sighed in frustration as she let his lotion-covered cock drop from between her breasts. Trina knelt in front of him, looked into his eyes, and rubbed the lotion into her skin, leaving her tits glistening. Then he was alone on the bed again.

Amanda was next. She squirted a generous helping of lotion in her palm, and then spread it with her fingers. As she moved between his legs, she used her knee to force the right one out farther. Instead of reaching for his cock, she cupped his balls instead.

The orbs slipped and slid between her undulating fingers – yet another first for him. Ball play wasn’t high on his list of pleasurable things, but this was different, and much better than he’d experienced before.

“These feel nice and tight. I bet they’re full, aren’t they?” she teased.

His cock jumped and he gasped when she let her middle finger slip further back. She caressed the sensitive area between his balls and ass while continuing to roll the orbs in her hand.

Then her finger moved again.

Brett’s eyes shot wide open when her finger slipped over his asshole. Before he could even think about it, he snapped his legs together, and pulled hard on the handcuffs, trying to slide away from her.

Her hand was trapped between his clenched legs, still holding his balls. She laughed, and a none-to-gentle squeeze forced him to open his legs. Then she said something in Spanish that he didn’t recognize, except for the word culo, which he knew meant ass.

“No go,” he said as sternly as he could in his situation.

“I just wanted to see what you’d do,” she said, and then winked at him.

She gestured, and Trina handed her the lotion bottle. Once her hand had a thick coating again, she curled it around the end of his cock.

His breaths came in loud blasts as she jerked him fast. She was barely working the head and an inch of the shaft, but it was more than enough. He shot rapidly toward the point of no return, growling despite himself – and then she let him go.

“God damn it,” he spat.

“Breathe,” Kylie told him, as she had before.

“Come on.”

The redhead said, “Play along, or you’ll just have to wait longer.”

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, certain he was going to lose his mind if they kept it up. The girls whispered to each other, but he tuned them out. He was fairly certain that he didn’t want to know what tortures they were dreaming up for him, anyway.

The aching need took much longer to dissipate this time.

He almost didn’t open his eyes when he heard the top on the lotion bottle pop. After a second of indecision, he surrendered. The last of the lotion fell into Sophia’s hands as he looked at her, and she spread it between them as she climbed into the bed.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she gripped him with the left hand at the base and the right at the top. “I should have got on this.”

What’s stopping you? popped into his head, but he was too frustrated to say it, and doubted Kylie would let it happen anyway.

She rotated her hands in opposite directions as she slowly stroked up and down his shaft. With her top hand always touching the head of his cock, and more often surrounding it, the itch returned almost immediately.

Sophia kept up the slow pace, her gaze alternating between the strain in his features and the cock in her hands. Every so often, she would moan – usually in response to an especially strong throb. The pressure built in his loins, and in desperation, he prayed that because she was the last to take her turn, Kylie would finally let him come.

He was still daydreaming about that when she kicked it up a notch. He bumped his hips in time with her, trying to get a tiny bit more stimulation. Her eyes lit up when she noticed, but she didn’t otherwise respond. The twisting of her hands matched the speed of her strokes even when she picked up the pace yet again.

It was that change that burst through some barrier. For the third time he rushed headlong toward oblivion. He kept one eye on Kylie and the other on Sophia working his cock with her talented hands. He slipped closer and closer to the brink, and his heart raced when Kylie didn’t move in to deny him.

He was almost there. He was sure that Kylie had waited too long. She still wasn’t moving. At any second, he was going to cross the point of no return. All he needed was the tiniest push.

And then his cock was in the open air again.

“Fuck!” he groaned.

Kylie took Sophia’s place and asked, “Are you ready to come?”

“You fucking think?”

“Tell me. Say you’re ready to come.”

“I’m ready to come.”

“Do you want me to make you come?”

His voice tight, he responded, “Yes, please make me come.”

“There’s the magic word,” she said sweetly.

He didn’t believe her when she said it. He didn’t believe her when she curled her fingers around his aching erection. He didn’t even believe her when she started stroking him hard and fast.

“Come for us. Shoot that hot load,” Kylie said as her sorority sisters moved in close to surround him.

That’s when he believed her.

The other girls echoed their ringleader, telling him over and over to unleash his pent-up cum. With intent eyes and bare breasts all around him, he gave in completely to his need.

Kylie’s breasts bounced from the motion of her arm. His balls felt as tight as drum heads. The burning itch in his manhood was almost unbearable. The voices of the girls became indecipherable white noise. A groan rose from somewhere deep inside him, escaping as a loud, lingering tone.

Kylie’s hand paused at his root. For an agonizing fraction of a second, he thought she was going to torture him yet again.

Her hand slid back up to the head, and he exploded.

A jet of semen more forceful than anything he’d ever felt in his life left a trail from his upper abs to his chest. Kylie’s hand slid down after a second, and then back up his length again. A second burst of cum reached all the way to his neck.

It was as if the redhead was firing him like a pump shotgun. Every stroke was another blast that decorated him with cream. Consumed in the white-hot ecstasy, he screamed himself hoarse and squirted every drop he had to offer. He was dimly aware of the mess on his chest, but couldn’t force his eyes open. It took him several seconds to realize that Kylie had let him go.

One hand, and then the other dropped lifelessly to the bed when someone unlocked the handcuffs.

He wasn’t going anywhere for a while.

****

Brett sat up and rubbed his aching neck the next morning. Despite two showers, he still swore he could smell pussy and lavender lotion with every breath he took. His eyes fell on the box of Skittles sitting on his desk, and he shuddered from the memory of how he’d acquired them.

The door opened and Mike said, “I’m heading over with Brian to grab that ship in a bottle. They’re going to grill and have some beers.”

Brett shook his head. “Not me, man. I’m not going anywhere today.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Hey, I want to do the mooning thing tonight. I’ll catch you later.” Before he stepped out the door, he flipped up a thumb and said, “Score on the Skittles, dude. That’s some serious points.”

Brett returned the thumbs-up as Mike headed out the door. He still wasn’t sure whether to tell the guys the story, and even less sure they would believe him if he did. He could hardly believe it himself.

It took a few minutes to summon up the energy to eat some leftover pizza and wash it down with a Mtn. Dew. Finally awake after that, he grabbed his phone to check Facebook, but someone knocked on the door.

“Fuck me,” he muttered as he slid out of bed to answer it.

“Hey,” Kylie said when he opened the door. “Can I come in?”

She was the last person he’d expected to see, so it took a second for him to answer, “Yeah,” and step out of the way to let her inside.

“You don’t look like you have road rash on your face anymore,” she said as he closed the door.

He rubbed his chin and said, “I can still feel it, though.”

She sat down on his bed and said, “Oh, come on. You liked it.”

“Maybe.”

That caused her to roll her eyes and sarcastically repeat, “Maybe.”

He leaned against the door, studied her face, and could tell she wanted something. “So, what’s up?” he asked.

“Am I that obvious? Okay, I’m regretting giving you the whole box.”

“You didn’t give them to me, and you’re not sweet talking me out of them,” he said while folding his arms in front of his chest and shaking his head.

“Not all of them. Just twenty. Sixteen is still a lot of points, and I’ll trade you.”

“Trade me what?”

She smiled and pulled her phone out of her purse. After a couple of swipes, she held it out to him and said, “This.”

His eyes widened when he saw the picture on the phone. It was of all five girls standing together naked. Hands, arms, legs, and hair hid all the most interesting bits, but they were completely naked.

“That’s seven hundred fifty points, isn’t it?” she asked.

He couldn’t remember the math off the top of his head, but he did know what the Skittles were worth. “Maybe. The judges may dock it a few points because you can’t see anything. Besides, the Skittles are worth more.”

“Swipe to the next one.”

There was no hiding his surprise when the new image popped up. It was of Kylie wearing a pair of white panties with four bright red lipstick imprints on them. Kneeling around her were her sorority sisters, identifying the source of those kisses. When he looked up from the phone, she was holding up the panties.

“Bet you get bonus points for these with that picture.”

He couldn’t argue with that. But he also couldn’t resist the opportunity to turn the tables on her. Yesterday, she had him over a barrel. Today, it was her turn.

“Sixteen. I keep the twenty,” he said.

“Come on. Twenty.”

“Nope. Sixteen. If you want the other four, you’re going to have to come up with something else.”

She sighed dramatically and reached into her purse. The handcuffs she pulled out were not the offer he was expecting.

“Forget it,” he said.

She fixed him with a sultry expression and said, “What if they’re not for you to wear?”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah. So, deal?”

He answered with a dark, hungry smile and the click of the lock.