This is, by far, the longest story I've ever written for Lit. It was so big, in fact, that I had to break it into four massive chunks. This is Part One. Eventually this series will feature group sex, masturbation, exhibition/voyeur, incest, oral, girl-on-girl, and (a lot of) cheating/swapping. Things start out a little rough, but I promise -- everyone gets their just desserts in the end.

Everyone here is over 18.

*****

"Ah, the blue shell. There may be no better metaphor for the bleakness of life. One minute you're cruising along, on top of the world, and then... BAM, you're totally hosed. Just when you thought you had it in the bag, life throws a blue shell." - Kotaku

"Oh fffffffFFFUCK!"

Tim's girlfriend Taylor writhed and shook as she drove herself down on his cock. God DAMN that girl was amazing. Watching the lithe brunette work herself up and down -- her little titties wobbling, brown hair flinging into her face -- just looking was almost enough to make Tim cum. Let alone the splendid snatch currently squeezing his cock so wet and wonderful.

I am the luckiest man alive, Tim thought.

Taylor wasn't a supermodel, but she had a pretty face and a tight body with a mischievous smile that just made her oh so wantable. Tim had long ago decided that this was it: Taylor was "the one." He hadn't proposed or anything -- they were both only 24 -- but Tim knew. He'd never be with anyone else.

"Oh God I'm going to cum so fucking HARD!" Taylor cried. Her motions slowed and she leaned forward. She dragged her long, tight nipples through Tim's thick chest hair.

"M... me too," he groaned.

"Just warn me when, OK?"

Taylor was so close, Tim didn't want to stop her now. But he could feel his pleasure racing breakneck and he couldn't exactly stop that either. Tim knew that filling her up with his fertility was not an option. No matter how badly his body was demanding he should.

Usually they used condoms but that morning had come out of nowhere. They'd woken up and suddenly Taylor was on top of him -- stroking his dick, nipping at his neck.

"Oh..." Taylor was back up on her haunches, driving her perfect ass down like a fucking fuck machine. "Oh... Here it... Here it..."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

*

Taylor fell off Tim like he was a mechanical bull at the bar. God dammit she'd been right on the edge when that stupid fucking...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Well whoever the fuck it was, they were fucking persistent, Taylor thought.

She looked back at her boyfriend, wistfully. Just one more second on that wonderful cock and she'd... Well it wasn't too late yet, Taylor thought, she'd just get rid of whoever was at the door and then get right back to where she'd left off.

"That's probably Steve," Tim said, "Man, he's really early, though."

Wait. What?

"Remember?" Tim said, now standing and stretching, "I told you they were coming over to watch football today. Steve and his new girlfriend. I can't remember her name."

This day just kept getting worse. Steve was a friend of Tim's from work. Steve thought he was funny and knew he was handsome and it made Taylor want to stomp his head like an overripe grapefruit. Except the grapefruit was probably smarter than Steve and, thus, probably worth preserving.

Taylor threw on her jeans from the night before and pulled on a sweater. She felt her pussy squelching as she walked through the living room. Her whole body was still screaming for it's hard-earned release and Taylor was already coming up with clandestine plans to sneak into the bathroom and rub her aching sex to sleep once the guests were settled.

For now, though, Taylor quickly dragged her hand through her hair, put on her smile, and swung open the front door.

"Swifty!" Steve cried and threw open his long, athletic arms for a hug. His turtleneck was scratchy and his cologne -- a scent that Taylor had quietly nicknamed Molestieur -- smothered whatever remained of Taylor's good mood. Taylor kind of understood why Tim liked Steve -- it had to feel like hanging out with one of the popular kids. But Taylor hated the popular kids and that's why she'd never hung out with them.

Taylor finally extricated herself and then gestured for Steve to come into the apartment. A girl with blonde hair and apple-pink cheeks followed him. The girl was cute, Taylor supposed. She waved in Taylor's direction and then looked at the ground. Taylor couldn't decide if she was shy or exceptionally rude. Knowing Steve's type, probably the latter.

"Sydney, this is Swifty," Steve said and Taylor bristled.

Swifty. Steve's little 'pet' nickname for her. Of all the things Taylor hated about Steve, she liked this least of all. She didn't even look like Taylor Swift -- more like Avril Lavigne if she were forced to pick. Taylor didn't like Swift's music, either. Or, really, anything about the poppy, overly popular blonde. But since she was named Taylor, that was enough for Steve. Thus with the Swifty.

Taylor got out some beers, then busied herself in the kitchen while Steve flipped on the TV. Taylor could tell, though, that Steve wasn't watching the screen. He was really looking her way. Like he could somehow see exactly what she'd been doing before he'd knocked.

It made Taylor feel ill, but it was also a bit of a thrill. She'd gone from burning hot to freezing cold in a matter of minutes and the drop had left her with the shivers.

*

Tim did his best to wash the sex scent off and then went into the living room to greet his guests. He found Taylor standing in the open kitchen, absently wiping down a completely clean countertop. Steve, his work friend, was recumbent on the couch, watching some reality thing about chefs marooned in the Arctic.

Tim noticed none of this. His eyes locked in one place: the young blonde sitting next to Steve.

"Oh hey," Steve said, "Glad you could join us. This is Sydney."

Oh. My. GOD. Sydney was absolutely fucking gorgeous. Blue eyes big and bright. Tim thought Taylor was beautiful. But this buxom blonde? She made his sultry soul mate seem almost shabby.

Sydney had long blonde hair like spun gold that hung down to her shoulder blades, while Taylor's was mousy brown and cut just below her jawline. Sydney had big, bee-stung lips while Taylor had thin pink lines. And while both women were about the same height -- five three or so -- Sydney's bust had to be at least triple Taylor's. Tim's brunette girlfriend was barely a B-cup on her best day, which meant that Sydney had to be a... God. Tim couldn't even put a letter on it.

Steve subtly eyed Taylor while she glared at Tim who was clearly entranced by Sydney who seemed to look at anything except anyone. It was late fall in Boston. The TV was blaring, the beers were out, and while everyone was looking, no one saw where they were headed.

*

Taylor stood in the kitchen and stared into the living room. She was going to stab something. Someone. And soon.

"Hey Swifty, grab me another beer?" Steve called from the couch.

"Get one yourself," Taylor snapped.

"Tim, your girlfriend is being rude," Steve said.

"Play nice, honey," Tim said, barely looking up from staring at Sydney

"That's a great idea," Steve said, "Let's play for it."

"What do you mean?" Taylor asked, cautiously. Her Spidey-senses started to tingle.

"I mean we play a game and whoever loses gets the other person beers for the rest of the day," Steve said.

Taylor didn't even blink. "Name your game," she said. Taylor didn't play games for a living, not yet, but that was her dream. She streamed 20 hours a week online, mostly MOBAs like LoL. But honestly, she'd play almost anything as long as there was a prize at the end. She'd grown up in a big family where competition was key. Challenging Taylor to a game was like asking LeBron for a little one-on-one.

"What about the Switch?" Steve asked, "I don't suppose you two have Mario Kart?"

They did have Mario Kart, of course. The most recent version of the venerable racing series was one of Taylor's favorites. She had played every installment, even the portable ones.

"Kart sounds like fun," Tim said.

Fun. Taylor shook her head. This wasn't about having a good time. Steve had just issued her a challenge, and on her home turf, too. He was trying to insult her, like always.

But this time stupid, annoying Steve had stepped in it. All Taylor wanted was a way to humiliate him for how he treated her all the time. Now he'd offered himself up in the easiest way possible. It was too good to be true. Taylor laughed in her throat, despite herself. Steve was a goner.

"I'll fucking rape you in Kart," Steve said, and Taylor couldn't help but shudder at the way he said that word.

"Fine," she said, gloating, "You've got yourself a game."

*

Steve sank back into the couch, like drifting down a river under the warm summer sun. In front of him, Taylor was setting up the console. She was bent over at the waist, practically planting her perfect ass in his face.

God, Taylor. Steve'd been with a lot of girls -- he had a way with women that he couldn't put words to -- but Taylor was different. She was everything he ever fantasized about: thin little body, sly smile, and deep green eyes. Her tremendous, tiny titties and perfectly sculpted butt.

Steve had been with Sydney for about a month. She was seriously hot -- the blonde hair, the big boobs -- but she was so vanilla in bed it was hard to bear. Laying there, silent, just letting it all happen.

Steve just knew that Taylor would be different. She would touch and tease. She'd play. Sydney was like a sports car -- fancy and unable to really do all that much besides look good. Taylor? That girl was a full on fuck truck. She'd get dirty as you wanted and come back for more. Steve couldn't help but covet her.

Taylor straightened and handed Steve his controller with a sneer. The sexy girlfriend seemed to dislike Steve so much -- too much -- and all that dirty look did was confirm what he had always suspected: Taylor wanted him. All she needed was an excuse to claim what she secretly craved.

And he was going to give it to her.

*

"Let's make this a little more interesting," Steve said, "How about whoever loses the race has to do a shot."

"Wait," Taylor said, "You want to play Mario Kart, the drinking game?"

"It does sound like fun," Tim said.

"Fine," Taylor said and flopped down on the lounge chair next to the couch, "Best of four races. Whoever loses does a shot."

Tim took his usual character, Yoshi. Then Steve and Sydney chose Link and Princess Peach, respectively. Finally, Taylor took her favorite racer: Donkey Kong.

"Going with the big monkey," Steve said, "That's a bit of surprise."

"Get used to staring at big monkey ass," Taylor replied, "Cause you'll be behind him the whole way."

Tim noticed that Steve didn't seem too unhappy about the idea of staring at Taylor's ass. Then he looked over at Sydney and saw she was holding the controller like she'd never seen such a strange device.

"Have you played this before?" he asked her.

"Not in a really long time," Sydney said, her voice soft, like she was afraid of someone hearing.

"Well it's your standard racing game. Just go fast and, y'know, try to stay on the road. OH! Also there are weapons. You pick them up as you go around the track. You can block the way with banana peels or knock other racers off the road with turtle shells. There are other things, too, but... Well, you kind of have to see it for yourself."

The screen panned over the track, showing the group's four racers -- plus eight others steered by the computer -- all set up and ready to go. It counted down 3...2...1... and then they were off. Tim stayed focused on his own kart as it pinged over boardwalks, blasted over a beach, and swerved around dangerous, kart-crashing crabs. Mario Kart was very strange when viewed objectively, Tim thought to himself.

The karts raced around the track for three full laps, racers dodging dangerous obstacles, flinging objects at each other. Cheering and cursing in equal measure.

Taylor burst out to an early lead and took first easily. If that frustrated Steve he didn't show it. He just smiled and waved the controller, admitting defeat. Then he went to the kitchen and came back with three highball glasses full of some brown liquor that Tim didn't recognize. He took a drink.

"Not just a sip, you have to finish it," Steve said.

"I thought you said we were just doing shots," Tim said.

"You guys don't have any shot glasses. Besides, this stuff is weak as water."

Tim would have sworn they had shot glasses somewhere but he didn't argue. The brown liquid burned down his throat in three deep swallows. He thought it was only beginning. He was already too far gone.

*

After she dominated all four races, Taylor figured they were done. Even Steve had to know when he was beat. She stood and started to put away the game.

"That's it for you, huh, Swifty?" Steve asked, "Afraid I might take your title?"

Taylor felt her cheeks warm and not from the alcohol. "You'd have to win one first."

"If you're so confident," Steve said, "Let's do another round. Unless you want to give up now and admit that I'm better than you?"

Taylor didn't even pause to think about it, she just tossed her brown hair behind her ear and pressed start. "Suck my dick, Steve," Taylor said. She hadn't even thought about saying it. The words had just slipped out. She felt a little sheepish at first. But Steve just chuckled.

"Swifty, you dope, you don't even have a dick to suck." His disdain made the words appear even more appealing so Taylor said them again.

Taylor took the first race easily, as before. However, as she crossed the line, she saw that Link -- Steve's character -- had been behind her right up to the end. It was a little disturbing, Taylor had to admit.

The second race started almost the same as the first. Once again, Steve was on Taylor's butt the whole way. Then suddenly he took a tight turn, his kart gained speed, and he took the lead. He didn't even cheer as he crossed the finish line. Just stood up and poured out three more tall glasses of alcohol.

The drink was sickly sweet and it made Taylor's stomach twist. Just one glass and already she felt the alcoholic warmth pulse out from her stomach and shot straight to her head. Whatever, Taylor thought, she wouldn't be drinking another.

Only the next course came up and everything seemed to go wrong. Steve won again and, worse, he didn't even bother to taunt her after his win. He was so far ahead, he hardly cared.

After every race, Taylor told herself that it was an aberration, a bit of bad luck. That next time she'd win with ease. And yet, once again, Taylor found a "shot" sitting in front of her, served by a smirking Steve. And then the cycle all over again. Lap after lap. Drink after drink.

"Uh ohhhhhh," Steve said, "Looks like the champ's in trouble."

Taylor slouched in her chair, head all the way back. Without lifting her head, Taylor said, "Rematch."

"Wait," Tim said, "I really don't think we should be drinking anymore. I'm way over my limit and I think Sydney is too."

Taylor picked up her head and glared. What was Tim thinking? They'd been together long enough for him to know that she wouldn't play for nothing. Couldn't. Not that every game had to be a deathmatch -- they would compete for who did the dishes or who had to drive the other to work. Once they even played for special 'favors.' That had been a lot of fun, even though Taylor had absolutely crushed him without mercy.

But if they were going to compete it had to be for something and Taylor took it as a personal affront -- a miscarriage of morality -- that Tim would even suggest such a thing as prizeless play.

"Can't we just, like, play for pride or whatever?" Tim asked. He looked at her wide eyed, like he couldn't understand where this was coming from. God, he could be simple sometimes. Tim didn't have siblings growing up. He didn't have to fight for every scrap. He played games because he liked the puzzle. For Tim, a loss was as good as a win. For Taylor, it was death. Especially against a smug s.o.b. like Steve.

And so Taylor said the words that would take the game from a little harmless fun to something far more exciting and destructive. From a rainstorm to a typhoon.

"It isn't fun if there are no stakes," Taylor said, the words seeping out of her like smoke.

"Well, Steve said, as a very strange smile slowly crept across his face, "I suppose you could pay me off in other ways."

"Like what, take my shirt off?" Taylor asked, poisonously.

Steve shrugged. "Sure, I'd accept that."

Taylor froze. She'd been joking, of course, playing around. And now she found herself foot-first in Steve's trap.

"Wait, so we're playing strip Mario Kart now?" Tim asked.

"Honey, I don't know if I'm comfortable, like, doing... Y'know. That," Sydney said.

"I don't see what the big deal is," Steve said, "Just a little harmless fun amongst friends. Unless you're really so worried about me kicking your ass, Swifty."

"I'll give you a sock,' Taylor said.

Steve agreed. Perhaps a little too quickly.

*

Taylor looked down at her bare foot and flexed her purple painted toes. Somehow this little exposure felt wrong. And because it felt wrong it also kind of felt right? But also not right. As well. Taylor was too drunk to untangle it all.

But, apparently, not too drunk to get her Mario mojo back. As if they'd never left, Taylor returned to her winning ways. And perfect timing, too -- every time she won, three other people took off clothes. So while the apartment was getting naked-er, Taylor stayed barely barefoot.

Tim was the first to lose his shirt. Taylor knew she should be upset about Tim showing his bare torso to the room, but for whatever reason it just didn't bother her. Tim wasn't muscular, really, but she liked his pecs and the dark brown hair they were covered in. Taylor thought about that morning. Squeezing Tim's thick cock with her cunny. The pleasure building in her sex, her body. Oh, why had she stopped?!

Taylor realized for the first time that she was really feeling it -- the alcohol, the thrill of the nudity. This was fine, she told herself. This was fun.

Then it was Sydney's turn. The blonde said nothing, just sighed and lifted up her sweater. Taylor couldn't help but notice the look of disappointment on Tim's face when he realized the busty blonde was still wearing a plain white t-shirt.

Finally, after yet another loss, Steve stood, made a loud sigh, and lifted off his long sleeve shirt. His chest was broad, with little circles of hair around his nipples and a stripe from his belly button down to his... other parts. Taylor found herself appreciating his body before she reminded herself how disgusting he was.

Taylor smiled. The room was nearly half-naked while she was only exposing toe. This was how she would end it, Taylor decided. Once she stripped them all down, Steve would have to admit defeat. Just the thought of him walking out of the apartment, clothes in his hands like they were a corpse... Taylor was willing to risk a lot if she could see that.

"Suck my dick!" Taylor said, arms raised, as she won yet another race.

With nothing else to lose, Tim had to shuck his long pants, revealing his wiry, hairy legs and a pair of blue boxer briefs. Taylor noticed the bulge there and didn't know whether to be proud that her boyfriend was packing or sad that the erection was almost certainly over the blonde sitting next to him. Well, Taylor thought, it would only get worse now because it was Sydney's turn to take off her t-shirt.
"Steve, honey, I'm not comfortable with..."

"That's OK, Syd," Steve said, "You can do other things. Like, I don't know, why don't you trade Taylor a kiss."

Taylor rolled her eyes. Sydney's innocent act only went so far when her boyfriend was the famously frisky Steve. But Sydney wasn't going to skip her opportunity to skip out. She stood up and planted a little peck on Taylor's cheek.

She looked kind of proud of herself, as if she'd actually done something instead of wussing out. Whatever. Taylor had them all right where she wanted them.

*

Tim sat with his arms crossed and tried to stay as unnoticeable as possible. He hadn't realized how cold the apartment was until he was sitting on the couch, almost naked. He wanted to turn the heat up, but that meant getting up and he didn't want to parade his erect penis across the room.

Tim decided he wanted one win, just to say he'd done it (and to earn a kiss from Sydney). So he buckled down and concentrated, just like Taylor was always telling him to do. Sure enough, he took the next race.

Taylor took off her other sock and tossed it at Tim. The tiny brunette seemed upset, though Tim couldn't imagine why. It didn't bother Tim for long though, because then Sydney turned and gave him a chaste little kiss on the cheek. Her lips made his skin tingle and he realized she smelled slightly like peaches. Then, Steve leaned in and gave Tim a kiss on his other cheek, laughing as he did so.

Things had gone so quickly, Tim was having trouble keeping up. The alcohol seemed to make time speed forward whenever Tim looked away. They'd all been drinking and gaming and then Tim looked up again and the room was getting naked.

And now, Tim realized, they were racing ever closer to the end. As soon as something real had to come out -- a boob, a dick, something -- that would finish things. It would be a funny story. A little innocent incident over too much alcohol and not enough self control. But that's all it ever would be and Tim was starting wonder if maybe he was missing out on something more. He tried to force himself to focus. To slow things down, even just a little.

The next race, Tim found himself back in fourth. But, somehow, Taylor lost again. This time to Steve. She grunted, angrily, and then sunk deeper into her seat.

As expected, Sydney stood up and kissed her boyfriend lightly on the lips. Tim would be lying if he said he wasn't focused on how the buxom blonde's tits bounced as she bent over.

Taylor stood up to do the same, but Steve held out his hand.

"What now?" Taylor asked. Tim noticed she was standing like someone who was about to tip over. "I'm just giving you your kiss."

"And I don't accept it."

Taylor towered over Steve and scowled. "It's OK for everyone else and not for me?"

"You accepted the exchange -- Sydney offered you a kiss and you agreed. But I think my win was worth more than a measly little smooch on the cheek."

"You want... tongue?" Taylor said that word almost silently. As if her own tongue couldn't bare to speak its name.

"Shirt," Steve said.

Tim practically choked on his own bile. Wait. What?

"No," Taylor said flatly.

"Those are my terms. Take them or admit that I'm better."

Taylor paused, as if she knew she had an argument packed somewhere, but couldn't find it at the moment.

"Think about it like a bikini, Swifty. I saw you in one of those at the Cape last year. What's so different about it now?"

Tim wanted to interject and say that clearly it was different, since Steve was asking for it. But he found that his voice had crawled down his throat and wouldn't come back out.

"I took off my shirt," Steve said, a little haiku, "And Tim's chest is also bare. It seems only fair."

Tim didn't know what to do. On the one hand, he really didn't want Taylor to take her shirt off in front of his friend. But something else spoke up in Tim's mind for the first time. Something that, in a wordless way, very much wanted Taylor to show Steve her bra-covered boobs.

It wasn't something Tim understood, this urge. Maybe, he rationalized, he wanted Taylor to do it because it was setting up Sydney to be forced to do the same. But he knew that wasn't it. Not totally. Some part of him just liked the idea. And the more he liked it the more that thought creeped him out and the more, then, that he liked that.

Taylor looked him in the eye, as if looking for some sort of answer. Tim just shrugged.

*

Taylor kept waiting for her boyfriend to stand up for her. To step in. Instead he simply shrugged and she was left to surrender.

"Suck my dick," she said, mostly to herself. Then in one swift motion, Taylor pulled her sweater right up over her head. The boys, even Sydney seemingly, all looked at her agog.

Taylor could feel her pussy cream a little. She was aroused. She'd already been aroused all damn day. The alcohol had only juiced her up even more. And watching these boys watch her had taken things up a notch beyond what she thought was the highest level. It was kind of a kick controlling the room with her body like that.

Oh God, she was really drunk. Way too drunk. Dammit. Taylor looked down at her tiny pink tits covered completely in white lace. She thought about the matching white, lacy panties under her jeans, as well. And beneath that, her hot little hole, drooling in anticipation. She told herself that this was as far as it would go.

Then Steve won again.

Sydney stood up and kissed her boyfriend. This time it was a little longer, a bit riskier. Taylor could practically see the jealousy running over Tim's face as he watched Sydney kiss Steve on the lips. As if that little peck was anything compared to the kinds of kisses Taylor gave him.

Steve then turned to Taylor and said, "Pants."

The room went dead silent. Taylor waited, again, for Tim to argue. But nothing happened. So Taylor slid her jeans over her ample ass, down her thin thighs, and into a pool at her feet. Her panties weren't all that revealing except...

Taylor looked down and noticed that there was a little dark patch right at her pussy. She saw immediately that Steve was staring at that exact same spot. The whole room seemed to be. Transfixed. Taylor took a deep breath and sat back down. The exposure that had felt so empowering before seemed to squeeze her down to nothing.

Despite that awful feeling, however, Taylor was able to (finally) take the next race.

"Well, guess I'm taking something off," Steve said, "Any requests?"

Once again he seemed so cocky despite the loss. It made Taylor nuts. Of everything Steve did that afternoon, his calm confidence made Taylor despise him most of all. She looked back down at her crotch. The embarrassing spot had almost gotten worse. Damn her stupid pussy. Well, two karts, one shell and all of that.

"No thanks. I think my win was worth more than a piece of your clothing."

"Oh Swifty, if you're angling for a kiss you're going to..."

"Pants," Taylor quickly corrected herself, "My pants. I want them back."

Steve just smiled and handed Taylor her skinny jeans. Somehow, despite the fact that she was still in just a bra, Taylor felt worlds better. Like wrapping a coat around herself in a heavy rain.

Then Taylor turned to Sydney and gestured. Shirt off, honey. Poor Sydney didn't look all that surprised. But she sure didn't look happy, either. Which was the point. Duh. Whatever gratification Taylor got from seeing the girl lift her shirt and expose her pale stomach and black bra, however, was lost when she say how Tim reacted. You'd think Sydney was unveiling the latest architectural marvel instead of a pair of boobs.

OK, enormous boobs. Especially on Sydney's thin frame, those tits seemed almost impossible. And the fact that there was a bra capable of holding those immensities back... Well, maybe it was an architectural marvel that Tim was entranced by.

Still, Taylor didn't like it and so, she took her last favor. With a not-so gentle tug she pulled Tim's face to hers and kissed him. Not one of Sydney's little pecks. But a real kiss with lips and tongue and teeth. She felt Tim's whole body rise to hers. His breath drew in. Their whole bodies connecting through that one place. Warm and wanting.

Taylor let him go and Tim dropped back, as if she'd sucked his very life force out his mouth. He lay there, dumbfounded. Unable to look anywhere but at her. Now that was how you kissed, bitches. Taylor gave Sydney a wink and then sat down in her lounge chair like it was a throne.

*

They all agreed to take a quick break. While Steve and Sydney took turns using the bathroom, Tim cornered his girlfriend in the kitchen. Both of them standing there in only their underwear, it was pretty strange and sexy.

"Well, this is not how I expected today to go," Tim said. "But you're OK with... We're OK?"

"Oh yeah,' Taylor said, "I'm fine."

"And if things keep going this way?" Tim asked. He didn't know why he pressed the issue. In fact, Tim was pretty sure that the game was coming to an end.

The beautiful blonde Sydney's beauteous bounteous breasts were now just bursting out of her bra. Taylor was at a much more acceptable state of nudity, and she seemed pretty pleased with herself. And that kiss! Holy fuck if that was a promise of things to come... Well then things were definitely about to cum alright.

All the more reason to accelerate the activities toward their finish.

"This seems pretty crazy right now," Taylor said. Then she paused, as if she was expecting Tim to say something more. "But yeah. Sure. Wherever it goes I'm cool with it."

After everyone sat back down, Sydney crossed her arms over her ample chest and said that it was getting kind of late. Her face was running reddish and Tim was sure that it wasn't just the alcohol.

"Let's do one more round," Steve said, "Just to even things out a little."

Taylor smiled wolfishly, clearly feeling unbeatable once again. "Can't miss the chance to show us your teeny-tiny peepee?"

"Oh Swifty, you wish."

Tim wasn't about to argue, either. Now that he'd cleared the way with Taylor, he couldn't pass up the chance to see even more of Sydney. He said a little prayer to the Mario Kart gods. Just one win -- he'd trade anything for that.

Apparently, the gods listened -- Tim took the first race with ease. His little Yoshi pumped his fist with glee as he took a victory lap. And speaking of little Yoshis, Tim took the opportunity to cover his back up, taking his pants back and quickly stuffing them on.

Tim looked over at Sydney but she wouldn't meet his eye. Having the blonde take off her pants sounded like an instant winner. But then Tim wondered if he was setting the bar too low. What, for example, would happen if he said 'bra?'

It didn't matter, though, because before Tim could decide, Steve spoke up. "Why don't you give him a kiss, babe?"

Sydney looked at Steve, her eyes wide and pleading. But her boyfriend just waved her on.

"Go on Babe," Steve said, "Show him what you've got."

Sydney stood up and turned to face Tim. He sat back and let her lean forward. Her long blonde hair hung in curtains around her adorable face. Her thick, oh-so-kissable lips slowly lowered down and then pressed against his own. That kiss from Taylor, this was not. Sydney kept her mouth tightly cinched and pressed down almost too hard, as if trying to grind Tim down with her teeth.

It should have been disappointing, but the situation made it so much more. Not just that Tim wanted Sydney -- that was almost enough on its own. But she was kissing him at her boyfriend's request and right in front of his girlfriend. It all just added this incredible charge to everything.

Tim gave into instinct. He pulled back a little then tasted at Sydney's thick lips. He ran his tongue along her mouth, then pressed forward. He did not perform some sort of strange mouth gymnastics. Didn't cast any secret spells. He just treated the connection like a real kiss between two people who might actually be attracted to each other.

And, almost shockingly, Sydney responded. She loosened her jaw and kissed back. Even let Tim slide his tongue lightly over her teeth. Playfully ran her tongue back against his own. It went from uncomfortable and wrong to sensuous and still really REALLY wrong. But that, too, only made things more amazing.

Sydney pulled away with a shy smile, then sat back down. They started the next race before Tim realized that he'd never even gotten his favor from Taylor.

*

Taylor focused on the next race with hot, hateful fire but it hardly helped. Once again, Steve took the win. He stood and made a long, deep sigh, like someone about to undertake a particularly messy job.

"Well, everyone else is getting kissed. I guess it's my turn," Steve said. Taylor took a deep breath to protest, but Steve kept going. "It is only fair. Your boyfriend kissed my girlfriend. It's not a big deal."

The breath stayed lodged in Taylor's throat. It was stupid logic. No logic. But she couldn't protest and Tim seemed unable, or unwilling, to argue as well. She looked up, expecting to see Steve's cocky smile on his face, but instead he just seemed resigned.

Well, Taylor thought, here goes nothing. She stood up and met Steve in the middle of the room. She couldn't help but notice Tim staring up at her, but she couldn't read his face. He still had quite the bulge in his pants, though. Couldn't miss that.

Taylor leaned forward for Steve's kiss, keeping her body distant. Then Steve pressed his lips to hers. She felt his hands rest on her waist. Thumbs tickling at the bare skin of her sides. Slowly he pulled her forward.

Taylor could certainly feel Steve's bulge now. It ground urgently against her sex and the traitorous, hairy twat did nothing but drip with desire in response. Bodies against each other. Mirroring mouths. Steve tested at her. Nibbled at her bottom lip. Probed with his tongue.

His hands dragged up Taylor's flanks and she fluttered. His fingers over her flat stomach. Against her ribs. Taylor careened between drowning in Steve's kiss and trembling under his touch.

Hands higher. Just under the wire of her bra now. He slid around as if he might... In that moment, Taylor wanted nothing more. Steve's hands slowly slid forward.

And he stopped.

Steve pulled away from the kiss so fast that Taylor nearly fell.

"Not bad, Swifty," Steve said, and Taylor hated herself but she giggled. They both sat back down. Taylor because she almost had to. Tim was looking at her and she couldn't tell if he was angry or aroused and she thought that maybe he didn't know, either.

The world was spinning. Her stomach twisted up. And all Taylor could think was I'm drunk. I am drunk. I am so so so drunk.

*

Steve took the third race, easily. Without even being asked, Taylor slid her pants off once again. She dragged them slowly over her perfect ass before placing them on the floor. Tim saw the little dark spot on Taylor's panties had spread even further.

"Last race," Taylor said, almost a whisper.

"This is the big one," Steve said, "Whoever wins this is the all time champion. They get one last wish from everyone."

Something about the way Steve said it, Tim knew this last round wasn't going to be for kisses and socks. Oh no. This was going to be epic. That thing he'd been asking Taylor about before -- about how comfortable she'd be if things went further. Tim imagined that this was what she'd been saying yes to. Whatever 'this' would be.

Taylor jumped out to the early lead, just like old times. Steve, however, stalled, and Tim quickly passed him. It looked to be a battle between him and Taylor. But then suddenly a red shell swerved in from behind and Steve sped past.

Now it was just Steve and Taylor racing for the win. But Taylor had such a lead that she seemed uncatchable. It was over, Tim knew. There was no way for Steve to take the lead.

"What's this?" Sydney asked. Tim looked over. Her character was holding the blue shell weapon. He supposed that she hadn't gotten one before, though he couldn't imagine how that could be. Still, he explained it to her.

Unlike the green shell -- which just went straight out wherever you fired it -- or the red shell -- which locked onto the racer in front of you -- the blue shell went straight after the player in first and was (except for a rare exception) completely unblockable. There was nothing to do but take the hit and, hopefully, move on.

As soon as Tim spoke, he regretted it. Just in explaining the weapon to Sydney, Tim knew he'd betrayed Taylor. But what was he supposed to do? Not say anything? Beg Sydney not to fire it? It all bolted through Tim's brain in moments. A whole argument about morality, fairness, and the loyalties we owe our loved ones. A lifetime of philosophical debate sped past in a matter of seconds.

But the moment was already gone.

"OOH, neat," Sydney said. Tim heard the telltale whoosh of the blue shell being fired.

"Fucking... Fuck!" Taylor shouted, "Suck my dick you stupid blue shell! Suck it!"

All the shouting hardly mattered. Taylor's kart went up in a big blue fireball. A moment later, Steve burst right past her.

The Mario Kart music sung triumphantly in the background. Taylor just stared down at her hands as if they'd betrayed her. She was mumbling and cursing and kind of rocking back and forth in her chair. It occurred to Tim that Taylor was far more intoxicated than he'd realized.

He started to interject that maybe it was time to just call it, but then Steve stood up and Tim's mind went blank. No one said anything. Steve surveyed the room and rubbed his palms. He'd been skipping Tim and Sydney since the kissing round, but now he told them both to go down to their underwear.

Tim was so busy with his own undress, he didn't see Sydney accomplish hers. She sat back down, jeans in one hand. Her thin pink legs pressed up against his own. Tim couldn't help but appreciate the blonde all the more: The flush on her cheeks and neck. The way her chest just spilled over her flat stomach. The tight black panties that barely covered her snatch -- a few rebellious shoots of blonde hair peaking out from the sides. And, sure enough, Tim saw, the girl had a wet spot to match Taylor's own. He looked back up and smiled and, to his surprise, Sydney smiled back. Wow.

Tim was so distracted by Sydney, he almost missed it when Taylor stood. She began to slide off her jeans again, but Steve stopped her. She sat back down, meekly. Steve slowly sauntered over to Taylor. He smiled that wolfish smile.

"You know, Taylor," Steve said in a way that was somehow more mocking than his usual Swifty, "You've been after me all day saying suck my dick, suck my dick. Well, I think that's what you should have to do."

"I don't... You want me to..."

"Suck. My. Dick."

Taylor looked up. Mouth agape like she was already going for it. Steve didn't wait for a response. He just walked into the middle of the living room and started unbuckling his belt.

This was the point where Tim said no. That this had already gone too far and it would not go any farther. And everyone laughed and agreed. Steve apologized and said he was just joking but of course no one believed him. Only it didn't matter because everyone had already packed up their things and moved on from it.

Except Tim didn't say no. He didn't say anything. He just sat there. Stared.

But that was OK. Because there was no way that Taylor would agree to it. She would just laugh in Steve's face and...

Taylor stood up slowly. She didn't speak, just loped over to where Steve stood in his grey boxer briefs. There was a pause. Tim waited for Taylor to say something. Anything! Everything just stuck for a second in time. And then Tim's soulmate dropped straight down to her knees.
*

Steve looked down and smiled. There was the beautiful brunette he wanted so badly, now bent before him. Head right at his cock. He could see into her cleavage this way -- whatever little she had -- an added treat. He loved her cute little titties. Wanted to squeeze and suckle them until she screamed.

Taylor reached up and pulled down Steve's underwear by the waistband. His cock, hard as a rock, flopped out and free. Without another word, Taylor leaned forward, opened her mouth, and sucked his penis up in one swift motion.

Steve groaned. The gorgeous girl had his whole cock in her mouth. This wasn't tentative tasting. A begrudging little blow. No, this fucking slut was onto him and she was into it. He smiled.

"Thatta girl, Swifty."

*

Taylor wanted to say something. To snap back. But her mouth was full of cock. There was nothing for it. She wasn't exactly sure why she was here or how she was here but she was and she wasn't stopping.

She'd joked before about Steve's teeny peepee but she had been wrong. Steve's man meat was thick, long, and deep dark purple. A perfect fit for mouths or, Taylor's traitorous mind thought, pussies.

Taylor thought about that morning. How good it felt. How close she'd been. Then all the alcohol and her dripping panties and... This just seemed a continuation of all that. The day's inevitable end.

Taylor wanted more and more. Took in Steve's cock till her nose was in his pubes. His balls on her chin. Up and back. Up and back. Her lips sealed tight around him. Slurping up all she could -- his cock, his smell, his essence.

Taylor didn't say anything. She just grunted and sucked. Faster now. Working for her reward.

*

Tim heard his cute girlfriend grunting and he couldn't look away. He felt someone brush his hand. Tim turned and saw Sydney, still in her underwear. Slowly, the incredible blonde slid her hand past his and onto his hairy thigh. Like taking her fingers through a forest hike, Sydney dragged her pretty pink nails through Tim's leg hair and then, carefully, cautiously rested them on his aching cock.

Taylor bobbed back and forth. Sucking, spitting noises filled the room. Sydney dipped under the waistband of Tim's boxers and took hold of him. For real now. Her touch was still soft, tentative -- nothing like how Taylor would grip him. But still, a girl grabbing your dick was a girl grabbing Tim's dick.

Gently, Sydney began stroking him. Running the loose skin up his shaft and over the head. Almost lovingly.

Despite himself, Tim turned back and watched as his girlfriend pleasured his friend with her mouth. Felt that same friend's girlfriend tugging at his own cock. He told himself to feel angry or upset. Hurt. Tim felt nothing but pleasure.

*

Steve reached down and ran his finger through Taylor's dark brown hair. It was strangely cool to the touch and he wondered what it would be like to cum in her tresses.

Cum. He could feel it building as the brunette suckled at his shaft. Steve had gotten a lot of blow jobs, but nothing compared to this. Oh, sure, the fact that it was his Swifty giving it to him in front of her own boyfriend, that made it ten times better -- no doubt. But it was also because she was so talented with her mouth.

Taylor was just amazing. She sucked Steve's dick like it was magical. Like it was the only thing in the world and if there was more of it she'd suck that down too -- rather choke on his cock than be forced to let it slip from her lips.

The bet had just been to suck. He'd assumed Taylor would just give him a few licks then step away. That wasn't what was happening here. She was fully focused. Driven. Steve could have died in that moment. Would have died in that moment. Just to have her mouth on him forever.

Far before he was ready for it to end, Steve felt himself pass the finish line. He pressed the little slut's head to his crotch. Hard. His jizz exploded up from his balls and burst into Taylor's mouth. He didn't know if she wanted to swallow. Didn't care. He just howled in pleasure as he delivered his massive load directly to the beautiful brunette's mouth.

"That's it Swifty. Swallow it. Take it all you little slut."

*

Steve shuddered and growled and Tim knew that he was cumming, right down his girlfriend's throat. Taylor grunted. Coughed. But even though Steve was no longer holding her there, she dutifully held her mouth around his cock and swallowed his spend.

Taylor seemed to shiver and somehow Tim knew that she was cumming, too. Cumming while she swallowed the other man's sperm. The act, itself, apparently more than enough to elicit Taylor's ecstasy.

Tim's own pleasure suddenly took hold of him. He groaned as his cum raced up his shaft and blasted into his underwear. Sydney kind of "hmmmphed" as Tim burst. Again and again Tim convulsed in Sydney's grasp as he watched his own girlfriend suck another man down, both lovers cumming together without the other.

Finally, Taylor took her mouth off of Steve's cock with a pop. A thin trail of sperm slipped out of the corner of her mouth. Dribbled down her chin and onto her chest. She fell back to the floor. Sort of giggled and shook.

And reality raced back in.

*

Taylor woke up feeling like shit. She was lying on the floor. Just in her underwear. Her mouth tasted like alcohol and bile and... boy stuff. Had she and Tim?

Taylor raced to the toilet and puked her guts out. And again. She felt a hand on her back. Warm. She looked over and saw Tim. He knelt down next to her, smiled. Kept petting her head.

"You OK?"

He helped her stand and clean up, then walked her back to their bed. Taylor felt numb. Like her whole body was necrotizing from the fingertips back. That's what she wanted in that moment. To just waste away. She kept waiting for Tim to shout. To scream. To pummel her back to a thousand little pieces until the stain of what she'd done was washed away.

Only Tim wasn't yelling. He was carefully helping her into bed. He was speaking softly and stroking her hair and asking if she -- SHE -- was OK.

"...and I was afraid to move you. I'm glad you're awake now," he said.

"Holy fuck I fucked up," Taylor said. Tim pressed her into his chest and Taylor felt it all over again. The guilt and disgust. Tim was everything to her. Cheating on him was something she'd never consciously do. But then she'd done it. And not just behind his back but right in front of him. With a man she hated. Despised. She'd put his penis in her mouth. Let him... His cum. In her stomach, her mouth. On her face and body.

He'd marked her like she was his and she'd let him. While her beloved boyfriend had watched. Why had he just watched?

"You were drunk. Too drunk. We all were. We just... You're right. I should have stopped it. Stopped him. I don't know what happened. It's my fault and I'm sorry."

Taylor almost laughed then. She'd done something unforgivable to Tim and in response he told her that he was sorry.

"I mean," Tim said, "I'm not exactly innocent, either. Sydney, she ummm, she rubbed it while you were... Y'know."

Unbelievably, Taylor felt herself get angry that that bimbo had jerked Tim off. Sanity prevailed, though, and Taylor throttled the jealousy as soon as it jelled. It didn't make her feel any better about it, though.

"I guess we both fucked up," Taylor said, "I'm sorry. God, you must hate me."

"I don't hate you. Honestly? I mean, I wouldn't do it again. But it was kind of hot."

Then Tim laid back and went quiet. Eventually Taylor let herself drift off to sleep.

*

The next day, the still-committed couple settled back into something resembling normalcy. But while Tim denied it, Taylor knew things weren't right between them. She had to fix it, but how?. You can't unsuck a dick.

While Taylor racked her brain for a solution, she thought about their oh-so-committed college friends: Colin and Courtney. The newlyweds were having troubles of their own, Taylor knew. She wondered how they were dealing with...

And suddenly, Taylor realized what she had to do.

Next Time: Taylor's solution. More Kart! More couples! More problems?