It was hers, as the screen made clear. Alina drew “lick Simon’s thumb.” She hesitated a moment, then decided to do it. Walking up to him, she took his fist in both hands and, using only her tongue, very gently licked his thick black thumb. Judging by Simon’s face, the guy was ready to fuck her right here and now. And Alina was going out of her mind from how badly these men wanted her — and how delicious it was to watch that hunger in each of their eyes.

The next task hit not only Liza, but everyone: remove one piece of clothing. The guys stripped out of T-shirts easily, showing off beautiful bodies. Even Prince, left in boxer briefs, had his own pull — though he couldn’t boast carved muscle, his big chest, thick arms, and hefty belly worked together, solid and genuinely masculine. For the girls, undressing was trickier. Sonya tugged off her top, revealing a pretty black bra. Liza — who had only just borrowed Nastya’s top — hesitated, wondering if she should pull it off again. Nastya quickly shimmied out of her pants and stood in her panties; Liza followed suit, sliding out of her leggings and showing the guys a soft sky-blue set.

Ira refused to take off her dress, and Alina wasn’t about to strip out of her new outfit either, so both had to take two penalty tasks. Ira’s: get spanked by Liza and by Prince. Alina’s: remove one item and beg Lamar to spank her. The blonde refused that first instruction, earning two more forfeits: lick Prince’s toes and kiss Ira.

Ira’s pair she handled easily — well, her ass did. First came a gentle spanking from her brother’s wife, then a much rougher one from Prince, who took his time kneading the older sister’s tight cheeks.

Alina kissed Ira first. The kiss came off awkward but lovely, thanks to the experience both beauties had. Then Alina headed toward Prince, sprawled in his bright boxers like the ruler of some exotic African kingdom. The beauty had to bend over, arching her ass, barely covered by the swimsuit. The view from behind was flat-out stunning, and the men practically vibrated with delight at the sight. Remembering her other task, Alina glanced at Lamar, and he understood — his palm landed a light swat on her left cheek at the exact moment her tongue traced the toes of Prince’s left foot, the taste salty-bitter with sweat. Alina winced — mostly for show. She’d expected the task to be far more unpleasant. Lamar’s hand still rested on her ass and he was downright disappointed when she stood and returned to her seat, aware of the filthy looks the other Africans were giving her.

Next up, Elizabeth drew “remove one item of clothing.” She refused, so every guy had to spank her, and like Alina and Nastya before her, Liza had to lick three fingers. She took care of the latter easily, though not as erotically as her friends. Then she stuck her ass out for the men’s palms and felt a strange arousal — one by one the handsome men stepped up, caressed her backside briefly, then delivered a solid, ringing slap. Someone ran a finger down her butt crack, and Liza trembled a little as a wave of pleasure hit her.

Prince’s task was unusual: put on porn, any theme. After conferring with his buddies, he put a porn flick up on the screen. It opened with a few beauties dancing with black men, and with each passing minute the plot settled into something unmistakable. The girls couldn’t help noticing the parallel to what was happening now, but they still watched with interest as one massive dark cock after another appeared on screen — much bigger than anything they’d seen in their lives.

“Hey, hotties, we’re still playing,” Jared brought them back. He’d drawn “give Alina’s right breast a light smack.” She’d expected it to hurt, but his roughness only heightened the pleasure — her husband had never slapped her tits, and it was strange, but not unpleasant, to feel something new.

Next, she had to kiss Prince for twenty seconds. Alina refused — Prince shot her a look that could be read a few ways. Still, she held to her principles and now faced two tasks. First, she had to kneel, which she did. Second, she had to take as many fingers into her mouth as possible. She beat Ira’s record — Alina stuffed almost her whole fist down her throat, and though tears streaked her cheeks, the guys started calling the beauty a real “working girl.” Alina didn’t dwell on whether to be pleased or offended; she was just glad she’d scored a tiny victory over her friend. The urge to come first in everything was working overtime — and the guys loved it.

Ira drew “kiss Lamar.” She melted into the African’s mouth, letting his tongue slip easily into hers. It seemed she no longer cared who she was kissing. When they broke, she was smiling so wide the guys whistled their approval.

Prince’s task was to take off two pieces of clothing. Not wanting to remove his briefs, and with the girls’ permission, he split the task with all the guys — now every one of them sat in just underwear, with the contours of their impressive equipment bulging through. In speechless amazement, the girls stared in speechless amazement at what those briefs were barely containing.

“Told you,” Nastya whispered to Liza and Alina, shooting them a proud look. They could only nod; both had already had the chance to confirm the Africans were hiding something huge in those trunks.

Simon drew “squeeze Ira’s breasts.” He stepped to the beauty — who was clearly not against another man’s touch — and pulled her snug against him. Then he grabbed her tits through the dress with both hands, and feeling her nipples hard under the fabric, he rolled them between two fingers until Ira practically melted in his arms and let out a low, drawn-out moan. Her pussy answered back, and her knees betrayed her. That was exactly when Simon stopped. Ira was insanely turned on and could only curse at how abruptly the pleasure was cut off.

The next task drew a chorus of yeses from the men: Nastya had to crawl between their legs. She smiled, sank to her knees, and, sticking her ass out invitingly, crawled to the dark studs. First up was Simon: she ran her tongue over the man’s knee, then slid her hands along both his legs. She moved under Jared’s legs next and took it a step further: her tongue traveled from the African hunk’s knees to the front of his briefs, and the girls could swear they saw Nastya’s tongue touch the man’s cock through the fabric. Next came Prince. Nastya, clearly echoing Alina’s earlier move, dropped to his feet — but instead of just licking his toes, she took three of his fingers into her mouth and sucked them, eyes fluttering shut.

 The sight made the men’s cocks swell — obvious from how hard they were yanking at their underwear. Prince’s endowment looked ready to break free, even though boxers should have room for anything. His cock dragged the fabric forward as if it weren’t less than nine inches. Nastya was plainly enjoying herself. She slid to Tyrell, stroked his muscles and abs, then licked the letters “BBC” on his tattoo. Her hands massaged his thighs. The last in line, Lamar, earned more than legs and torso: she pressed her face to his crotch, stuck out her tongue, and ran it along the cock hidden by the cloth. Lamar grabbed her hair and pulled her back.

“Dit is nog nie tyd nie, hoer,” he murmured so only she could hear. (“Not yet, whore.”) Nastya didn’t take offense — she smirked, crawled back to her spot, and gave the guys one last glorious look at her ass.

Next up was Sonya: strip to your underwear for one round. She shrugged and slipped off her skirt, watching Simon’s reaction — he was sitting closest. In a moment the beauty wore only a black thong and a lace bra. The Africans clearly liked what they saw, and with his blood still up from Nastya’s show, Simon couldn’t help himself — he adjusted his cock through his briefs; it was pressing hard and starting to hurt. Sonya, pleased with the effect, winked at the African stunner and even tossed him her skirt, which he caught easily. Then the girl — so innocent not long ago — spun around twice and let them admire her. Turned out that plain face was hiding one hell of a juicy young body. And she was beginning to understand how to use it to draw men’s eyes and command their attention.

Ira, sitting nearby, might have been expected to say something about her little sister’s antics, but she kept quiet — she didn’t seem to mind Sonya catching the Africans’ eye. Not only their eyes — their looks at Sonya carried undisguised sexual hunger.

The next task went to Alina. She had to demonstrate her oral skills on a banana. It was big, about eight inches long, curved like her husband’s cock. If only Kirill were this big, Alina thought, wrapping her lips around the unpeeled fruit. She moved slowly but steadily, managing to take about six inches before the nausea hit. She pushed through it, forcing the banana deeper, another inch sliding down her throat — until she gagged, tears jumping from her eyes.

“Nice,” one of the guys said. Alina didn’t see who — she was busy fighting the ache in her throat, pulsing from the strain. She shoved down another inch before giving up, frustrated — there was maybe half an inch left.

Right then Nastya drew a no-less-erotic task: “play with your own spit.” The other girls didn’t really know how that should look. But Nastya did — she knew from experience how sexy a girl’s face looks with her own fluids on it. Sometimes, with her boyfriend, she gave herself permission to become a dirty little slut greedy for sex, which sometimes pleased him even more than a blowjob. Nastya knew that sometimes you lean into a man’s horny fantasy.

So now the black studs watched, pleased, as Anastasia dropped to her knees and let gathered spit spill from her lips in two streams, splattering her top, her hard nipples visible beneath. Then she shoved four fingers into her mouth, scooped saliva out with her hands, and smeared it over her cheeks and neck, not caring that her clothes were getting wetter by the second. She slurped loudly, drawing back what pooled in her mouth — only to stick out her tongue and smear the bubbling mess over her face with her palms, washing off her makeup and turning that pretty evening look into the face of a wanton, available slut. She finished by scraping the rest off her face with a finger, swallowing, and flashing a disarming white-toothed smile. What the Africans said to her in their mother tongue wasn’t fit for polite translation.

The next task fell to Alina — by now it was starting to feel like the game was rigged so the girls got more dares than the guys. “Remove one item of clothing,” the screen read. Alina smiled and shook her head — she clearly wasn’t ready to strip for the Africans. Two replacement tasks: lick Prince’s ear and kiss one of the players.

The first was no problem; for the second, Alina figured she’d pick a girlfriend. What she didn’t account for was that Prince was tired of being the one nobody wanted to get close to. When she ran her tongue over the man’s dark ear, he suddenly hauled her in with a powerful, not rough, pull and, before she even processed that she was half-lying on his huge black body, his tongue was in her mouth. She’d expected disgust, but kissing Prince wasn’t nearly as awful as she’d imagined. For a while the married beauty even forgot she hadn’t kissed any men all this time, staying faithful to her husband. Now… she lay on a massive black body, and his tongue ruled her mouth so commandingly it felt like she belonged to him completely. Like there wasn’t a ring on her finger. Nastya and Ira laughed approvingly and high-fived.

“Finally stopped acting like an ice queen!”

Alina realized more time had passed than the task allowed and gently pulled away from the black man, just as his huge palm slid below her back to cup her bare cheek. She smiled, stood up, and returned to her seat. She didn’t want to admit it, but the kiss with Prince had stirred something in her. And her pussy — where no cock had been for over a week — was wet, and Alina bit her lip, unable to calm the fire in her belly.

Next up was Sonya. She had to lick Simon’s toes. She probably would have refused such a slightly humiliating task if it were anyone else’s foot — but she was clearly into Simon. So she stood, giving everyone another look at her body in that pretty lace underwear, walked to the young African, and dropped to her knees, sticking out her lovely ass. Nervously, she licked the big toe first, then the pinky… and then, with a little help from Simon, the beauty took three toes into her mouth and licked them thoroughly, watching with no small pleasure as the impressive bulge in his briefs grew into something truly huge before her eyes. The next task flashed onto the screen and Sonya had to head back, rewarding the guys with the sight of her hips swinging.

Now it was Liza’s turn to spoil Simon. She had to lick his neck, which the beauty did. While her tongue traveled from his ear to his shoulder, his hands happily roamed her flat belly, her thighs, her legs. Liza tried to keep control, but it was obvious she wanted those hands to keep exploring.

Next in the spotlight was Anastasia — because all the guys had to give her ass a good spanking. The girl stepped up on her own, turned around, and the Africans got to it: kneading, slapping, and Prince even gave her cheek a playful kiss. She was plainly loving the attention and only reluctantly went back to her seat.

Now Sonya had to lick Simon’s abs — the game was clearly pairing them off. Sonya smiled and did what was required: with that same seductive walk, she stepped to the black man, and her tongue dove in with heat, exploring from his chest down to his pelvis. He closed his eyes in pleasure, and his cock strained to burst from his briefs. Wet spots spread through the fabric — impossible to miss; there were so many the girls might have thought he’d come too early. But judging by how his cock only kept getting bigger, it was just precum. After she finished, the girl sat beside him, and Simon draped an easy arm around her.

Meanwhile the girls gave the guys another show: this time the task to kiss Alina and Ira fell to Nastya. The beauties melted into a passionate three-way, and Nastya let her hands wander over their bodies with the shamelessness of a man.

The next victim was Lamar: he had to lose his underwear. The man decided it wasn’t time to show off to the beauties just yet and chose two replacements instead — pour oil over Liza’s chest and demonstrate how he masturbates through his clothes.

The oil ended up in Nastya’s hands at once, and with a smile she passed it to the African. Liza flushed a little, but she still stood and went over to the dark-skinned giant. Her round, full C-cups, made even prettier by a pale green bra, pulled every male gaze in the room. Looking the beauty straight in the eyes, Lamar poured almost the entire bottle over her chest.

The viscous liquid dripped sexily down the blonde’s stomach and into her panties. Her whole chest gleamed, brazen and slick in the dim light — especially when the man emptied the last of the oil into his palm and, never breaking eye contact, began to rub it over her bra, shamelessly squeezing, stroking, and just plain mauling her curves. The married beauty’s expression was sheer pleasure; it felt so good to have strong male hands on such intimate parts of her body. She even leaned into him, and his hand slid over her silky skin and under the bra to graze the tender halo of her nipple. Liza barely managed to smother a moan at the African’s touch.

He didn’t waste the other hand: it stroked his cock, which had swelled to an unbelievable size. All the girls stared, openmouthed, as the already-strained bulge visibly grew — pushing forward, thick and heavy, as if the fabric could barely contain it. He stuck to the rules and didn’t whip it out, only massaged through his underwear — but it was enough to put a look on Nastya’s and Ira’s faces that said they were ready to yank his briefs down and do whatever he wanted.

Alina and Liza felt the same tug, but they were torn between that desire and the vows they’d made. Alina tried to hide the ache in her pussy by shifting her legs; Liza shut her eyes, trying to focus on love for her man. Hard to do when the African’s black hands were giving her breasts and nipples a master class her beloved could stand to learn. The caresses ended — or more like, were abruptly cut short. The beauty leaned forward on impulse, hungry for more, but the man had already gone back to his seat, leaving her to stew in it. More than anything, Liza wanted to touch herself and quiet the trembling there, but she was too shy to do it in front of everyone. She went back to her seat, crossed one leg over the other, and ran her tongue over lips gone dry from excitement.

The game, however, was relentless — next task: “kiss Simon below the waist,” and, funnily enough, it landed on Sonya. The two were cuddled up, the girl gently running her hand over the African’s lean body. But now the young beauty blushed and, despite Nastya egging her on, refused to do it. Even so, her eyes kept dropping to the man’s crotch, where his cock, anticipating that kiss, strained even harder against the briefs. But the choice was made, and two replacements awaited her: caress Simon’s crotch with her foot, and sit with her hands tied behind her back until her next turn.

She handled the new tasks. She motioned for him to stand, then sank back on the couch and touched the man’s package with the tips of her toes, very gently. Everyone approved: Sonya made up for her inexperience with enthusiasm. She cradled his cock through his pants between her feet, massaged the base with her heel, then pressed a toe to the head, which, thanks to a glut of precum, stood out through the underwear. Finally, Simon, clearly at his limit, took the beauty’s feet and, gripping them, slid his huge length between her heels, toes, and the arch of her foot — so thick it was nearly the size of the lower part of her leg.

She liked it so much she slipped a finger into her mouth and started sucking, unembarrassed even by Tyrell just a few feet away, who, like the other Africans, watched the girl’s seduction with obvious enjoyment. The women didn’t look opposed to trading places with Sonya either — especially when Simon, whose cock was stretching his briefs to the bursting point, grabbed the girl’s right foot and ran his tongue over her toes. She let out a loud moan, barely stopping herself from touching her pussy, then clapped a hand over her mouth and opened her eyes. Judging by the way her hips moved, there was practically a puddle under her — her panties were soaked through.

Everyone saw it when she was asked to stand so they could tie her hands behind her back. Tyrell did the tying, and his cock had gone so hard it pushed the fabric out and pressed into the back of the docile Sonya standing before him. At last the beauty returned to her place beside her sister, who just winked at her.

The next task was Tyrell’s — remove one piece of clothing. The men weren’t shy; they just liked teasing the girls. So instead he took two substitutes: first, walk on his hands, which he did with the easy grace of a trained athlete; second, rub his cock through his clothes. He did put his hands on his briefs, but asked them to throw the next task up onscreen.

“Maybe one of the beauties will do me the honor,” he explained.

And sure enough, the next task was for Alina: get spanked by Tyrell. The African’s friends laughed, he slid one hand out of his underwear and crooked a finger to beckon the blonde over. Alina hesitated. It’s one thing to have your ass spanked or even fondled by a stranger; another to let him do it while he’s jerking himself off. But instead of shame — or even a twinge of guilt — the beauty felt only arousal at the thought of this stately dark stud getting off on her body. Add to that the urge to prove to herself, and to her husband, that her beauty really could delight a man’s eye. And not just his eye.

So Alina stood, more decisively than she’d planned, walked to the African lounging across the couch, and turned, cocking her pretty ass — the cheeks framed by the swimsuit, the holes barely covered by a thin line of synthetic. For a few seconds Tyrell simply admired the view, then closed one huge hand around her right cheek, then the left. He ran his fingers over her silk-smooth skin, then teased her, stroking her legs until she shivered and broke out in goosebumps, and finally gripped both cheeks hard, his long fingers wandering dangerously close to the girl’s most intimate places.

That only wound him up more. He tugged, squeezed, and spread Alina’s ass, enjoying the way the thin swimsuit was on the verge of flashing him everything. Any other time the beauty would probably have pulled away. Not tonight. The attention to her ass felt so good she let her eyes flutter and started rolling her hips to the beat of the porn still playing on TV. Onscreen the girls looked like they were coming on huge black cocks, and Nastya, Ira, even Liza watched, eyes shifting between the screen and the room. Tyrell stretched the moment out, stroking himself slowly and clearly spending more effort on exploring the blonde’s ass than on self-pleasure. His cock had his briefs pulled so tight that if Alina shifted back even an inch, the swollen head would be pressed right to her ass. For now, her cheeks were simply melting in his hands.

Her pussy had soaked her inner thighs — impossible for Tyrell to miss. Teasing her, he ran his fingers along those wet lines and… brushed her pussy through the suit, making Alina tremble all over. She had never been this turned on. A little more and she would have come — she barely cared there were so many people around. Her lips were flushed — she was biting them with arousal and didn’t even notice. Through half-lowered lashes, she caught Nastya openly touching herself, fingers sunk in her panties, unashamed even with Prince, Jared, and Lamar staring. Catching Alina’s gaze, Nastya giggled, pulled her hand away, and licked her wet fingers. The compliments the men gave her weren’t for polite translation.

Tyrell clapped a palm to Alina’s ass to show the show was over. She went back to her seat, and Liza — her body slick with oil — shot her a smirk.

“I’m on fire,” Alina moaned, pressing a hand over her throbbing pussy. Liza leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

“I know exactly how you feel,” she winked.

“Demonstrate your favorite sexual position with Simon,” said the next task — for Ira. The guys laughed that this was clearly Simon’s lucky night. He only shrugged and smiled as he stood. Ira stood too. She couldn’t help seeing the jealousy glinting in her kid sister’s eyes. But the task was Ira’s, not Sonya’s — and the beauty didn’t look unwilling in the slightest.

She stepped to the African and paused, waiting for his lead. He didn’t make her wait. In clumsy English he told her what to do and she nodded. She lay down on the floor on her stomach, lifting her ass invitingly. Simon admired the sight a second longer, then very unceremoniously flipped up the hem of her dress, revealing black string-thong panties that barely covered the beauty’s holes.

Everyone watched with naked interest — especially Sonya, who looked very submissive with her hands tied behind her back. Simon, meanwhile, bent and kissed Ira’s right cheek, then her left. She lifted her ass higher, eager. He didn’t make her wait. He almost lay on her, holding his weight on his arms, pelvis snug to her backside. Then he began to thrust, acting out the motion of sex, and his briefs were stretched so tight that at certain angles the women could make out a slice of his impossibly big cock. Precum darkened the front, so much of it the handsome African’s underwear was wet. Even so, his endowment — separated from her only by a thin layer of fabric — traveled between Ira’s cheeks, and she bit her lip and let soft moans escape. She practically collapsed to the floor and, with one free hand, started touching her pussy, eyes closing in pleasure.

That was when Simon hiked her ass up even higher — almost to doggy — and now his cock pressed hard to Ira’s pussy. She urged it on, pressing his cock into her hotter with her palm at every stroke. And just as Ira looked on the brink of a huge orgasm, Simon abruptly stopped, sprang to his feet, and went back to the couch.

What dragged at his briefs wasn’t just a penis; it was a massive, monstrous cock, and for several seconds none of the girls could tear their eyes away. Which is why they didn’t notice Lamar and Prince trading a handshake with Simon. Ira, still on the floor with her ass up and her pussy wet — juices running down her inner thighs — looked like a used prostitute. She managed to push herself up on those shapely legs and, tongue tripping, asked if she could go change. The Africans nodded almost in unison.

While Ira went upstairs, the next task popped up for Nastya: grind crotch to crotch with Alina for thirty seconds. Alina braced herself for another round of male cheering, but the guys behaved… predatory and silent, just watching. Nastya walked up to her friend, took her hands, and, leaning in decisively, melted into a sensual kiss.

The beauties’ tongues took their time with each other — but it was just the start. Dropping to the floor, Nastya drew the blonde down with her, clearly taking the dominant role in the scene. Alina didn’t know what to do, but had zero desire to stop; her pussy throbbed with need and took control. The girls lay side by side. Nastya kissed Alina again, then asked her to spread her legs. She obeyed, secretly wishing her friend would at least touch her throbbing little hole with a finger. Alina didn’t know Nastya had no intention of stopping at mere touches.

Anastasia climbed on top, a little sideways, so her crotch was pressed tight to her friend’s. The sensation was new for both of them — and the opposite of unpleasant. The fabrics were different — the soft silk of Nastya’s panties, the thicker material of Alina’s swimsuit — and the sensations weren’t the same, but both felt good. They laced fingers as Nastya started rubbing her pussy on her friend’s.

The moan that burst from them together could have drowned out the porn actresses in the background. Both were wound tight enough to come, and by the fifth grind Alina understood Nastya was pushing for orgasm. She wanted it too, and surrendered to Anastasia’s rhythm, eyes shut, soft moans in time with her girlfriend’s thrusts, marveling that it could feel this good from a woman’s body, not a man’s. They were a breath from coming, their mouths met in a rough, impulsive kiss, lips devouring each other as their arms and legs tangled into a hungry knot, when Prince’s voice cracked like a whip:

“Hoere moet van hane kom, nie van ander hoere nie!” (“Whores should cum from cocks, not from other whores!”)

Alina didn’t catch a word and couldn’t guess why Nastya suddenly stopped and sprang to her feet. That Anastasia was dripping with arousal was clear — her panties were soaked through, with wet streaks running down her inner thighs. Alina felt the same. She fought to steady her voice, smoothed hair off her flushed face, and asked,

“What is it?”

“Time’s up,” Liza said. But her eyes said more: she understood the men’s language perfectly, and the posture of submission to these strong Black studs clearly appealed to her. Before Alina pushed herself up on shaky legs, Elizabeth took the remote and put the next dare on-screen: Sonya had to stretch out over Lamar’s lap and let him spank her.

Before the youngest of the women could step up for her dare, Ira reappeared — changed. Alina immediately thought Ira had taken a page out of her playbook when choosing that outfit, and the blonde even felt a flicker of pride: her own was far more erotic, and her figure, in Alina’s opinion, far sexier than Ira’s. Maybe that little slut had nice legs, but a flat ass and no tits wouldn’t do it for real men, she thought, smug in her confidence.

The Africans clearly disagreed — no sooner had Ira walked in than the dark studs showered her with compliments, the mildest of which were “Hierdie hoer wil befok word” (“That bitch wants to get fucked”), “Ek wil hierdie kut vul met my cum” (“I want to fill that cunt with my cum”), and “Nou het ons twee spermofarinks in swemklere” (“Now we’ve got two cum-swallowers in swimsuits”). Alina didn’t understand what they were saying to Ira and to each other, but judging by their tone and where their eyes kept landing, she could guess the gist — and couldn’t claim she wasn’t jealous.

Ira took her seat again and read the dare on the screen with interest.

“Looks like little Sonya’s about to get punished for her naughty behavior,” she giggled.

However, Sonya clearly wasn't against it. Swaying her hips invitingly, she approached Lamar and, despite her bound hands, deftly lay across his lap, arching her ass. Everyone understood that the beauty couldn't fail to feel the huge cock pressing into her stomach. Meanwhile, the man spanked her buttocks several times with a loud smack, leaving a red mark. The strikes weren't strong, but Sonya moaned several times — clearly not from pain. She returned to her place flushed and pressing her legs tightly together.

The next game task for Ira was to swallow Liza's spit. Both girls took it seriously: the men loved the viscous thread of saliva stretching more than three feet between Elizabeth, towering over her husband's sister, and Ira kneeling submissively, plus how Ira erotically smeared the saliva on her lips, neck, breasts, and stained her red swimsuit. Though meant for the men, the participants seemed aroused too. Confirming this, the girls kissed tenderly, exploring each other's mouths with naughty tongues.

Meanwhile, another dare flashed up: Simon had to simulate sex with Sonya.

“Finally, little slut!” Nastya shouted, laughing. Alina and Liza exchanged a glance — normally their friend didn’t talk that way to people she loved, but Nastya’s lid was clearly coming off tonight. Sonya didn’t take offense — she was too wound up about what was about to happen to her.

Simon dragged a chair out from the table and, using gestures — Sonya didn’t speak the men’s language — told her to sit. She did. Another gesture: sit facing the back, belly against the wood, little ass stuck out. The pose alone was stunning and filthy — but it was only the start. Simon came up behind her, stroked the cheeks she’d pushed back for him, and then did exactly what every girl in the room secretly wanted to see.

He tugged his briefs down and took his cock out — and every girls gaze snapped to it. Despite all the assumptions, and the fact that several of the girls had felt the men’s size during earlier dares, none of them were ready for the sight. For a second, it looked like a third arm between his legs. Long — clearly over ten inches — and genuinely beautiful: ebony-dark, veined like tinsel wrapped around a Christmas tree. The plum-colored head, nearly three inches wide, pointed upward, silencing any myth that cocks that big couldn’t get fully hard. This big black cock stood like an ebony rocket ready to launch, and the first slow stroke of Simon’s fist along the shaft welled a huge drop of precum from the slit. He hadn’t pushed his briefs down all the way, so the girls could only guess about his balls, but they had to be massive.

He hadn’t forgotten the dare was to act out sex with Sonya, not merely show off his best part. She was turned away — she alone couldn’t really see him. She alone could feel him.

It’s hard to describe how the young beauty felt — she’d never felt a cock with her pussy in her life — when that thick dark length slid between the plastic seat and her already-wet panties. If she hadn’t been wet, a move like that into her private space would’ve been uncomfortable. But the seat was slick with her juice, and Simon’s cock moved easily. For a breath she looked ready to be stuffed right through the panties — but Simon showed iron control. He slid his cock between the chair and the girl instead, and now Sonya was simply sitting on his black length, feeling every ridge, every vein of it with her pussy. He hadn’t even pushed the whole thing into that makeshift sandwich, and she let out a raw cry and clapped a hand over her own mouth.

He made it very clear who was in charge with two quick, rough motions. First he caught her wrists, brought them behind her back, and held both with one hand. Then he buried his other hand in her hair and yanked her head back. Helpless, Sonya floated in a sensation she hadn’t known until now — completely in the African’s power.

On the third thrust of his hips she gave a loud, almost animal scream, then half-rose on shaking legs, laughing and crying at once. It wasn’t just an orgasm — Alina and Liza, even Ira, had never seen anyone come like that. For a moment Sonya seemed to black out, but Simon held her so tight she couldn’t fall. She was conscious — she turned her face toward him, eyes pouring out the most devoted look imaginable. He answered her with a kiss that burned.

“Alina — your phone!” Liza’s voice tore the blonde away from the most sexual moment of her life — a moment she wasn’t part of.

“What?” Alina blinked. Only now did she notice the porn’s soundtrack had stopped, replaced by her ringtone. Who would call now? The answer glared on the screen. Her husband.

Oh God. Real fear snapped through her. She even glanced at the windows, as if he might be outside watching. But outside there was nothing… except heavy rain.

“Hello?” she hit the green button fast.

“Hey, baby! We’re coming back. It started pouring, and Vitya and I couldn’t even get the tent up…” Kirill was talking fast and slurred — he’d clearly had plenty to drink.

“Okay…” she answered. It came out very sad.

“Are we interrupting?” he asked cheerfully. Alina snapped into line.

“We were just dancing, the girls and I — you interrupted us…”

“Got it, sorry! Listen, Nastya’s neighbor gave us a lift, so we’re almost there. Just a heads-up, in case you’re in there dancing naked!”

“Ha, in your dreams,” Alina said, voice shaking. “We’ll be waiting.”

She hung up, hands trembling. What now? If he walked in and saw her… Luckily Liza had a talent for a cool head in the most nervous moments. She had her own phone in hand and had been reading messages from her husband while Alina talked to hers.

“They’re on their way,” Liza said, then repeated for Ira, Sonya, and Nastya: “Ladies, the boys are coming back.”

“Why?” Ira shot back. “We’ve got real men.”

Nastya laughed; Sonya, even if she got the joke, wasn’t in a giggling mood. She hung on Simon’s shoulder, the man’s hand clearly owning her ass, stroking that young skin.

“What do we do?” Alina looked at Liza, pleading. Liza shot Nastya a quick look and, unflappably calm, said,

“Pack up. Girls, get dressed, kill the porn, please. Music back on. Dishes into the washer…”

“What about our beauties?” Nastya nodded toward the men, who were watching the girls’ agitation with clear interest.

“You promised they’d spend the night in the guest house. So take them out. And pull the car into the garage.”

Nastya nodded. Ira went to Sonya, already scooping up her clothes from the floor, and hooked an arm under her to help her upstairs. Alina rushed to the kitchen, but Liza said she’d handle it and that Alina should change into something less provocative. The blonde’s best friend had already dressed, and was explaining the situation to the men. Alina didn’t know what to think, but for some reason hoped Liza wasn’t telling them that the husbands were on their way. Shame burned her, and she didn’t know how she’d look the Africans in the eye again.

Forget the Africans — your husband is on his way, hissed a rare, lucid thought, but she was too busy changing. In the end she pulled on what she’d worn before the swimsuit. Coming downstairs already dressed, she ran into Ira leaving the room she shared with Sonya.

“She’s lying down,” Ira said, smiling. “Too many emotions…”

That teasing wink from Vitya’s older sister reminded Alina that only she and Liza had something to be ashamed of tonight. Sonya and Ira were single — they could go to the Africans buck naked right now, and so could Nastya. Only Liza and Alina had betrayed their men’s trust.

Have we really? Alina wondered, tossing disposable plates and cups the foreign guests had used.
What exactly did I do? It’s not like I was the one who came on a black cock. Unfortunately, she thought — and smiled, oddly, at the thought.