Party Games (Edited)

It was a red band, simple and discreet. Her friend had the white one. All they asked was Pill or no Pill. She answered no Pill. It was an odd question to ask at a party she thought. But held out her wrist none-the-less and entered hoping to have a good time.

“No, she wants the white one.” Chelle’s voice seemed concerned.

“Sorry, rules of the game.” He wrapped it around Reiko’s wrist and sealed it.

“What?” Reiko became unsure of her decision and looked to Chelle for assurance.

“Just keep it out of sight.” Chelle tucked it under her black fitted sleeve.

It was already close to eleven when they arrived and the party was at full steam. People staggered about bumping into each other and copping feels in the process. She knew that these parties had a reputation for sexual exploits, but that was her enticement. It was novel and tickled her interest.

One dark haired boy bumped into her spilling his drink onto her skirt. “Whoa, watch it buddy.” She shoved him off, but he smiled and gave her a two finger salute to the head.

The party carried on and the drinks were plenty, everything from a self service bar to a row of kegs in the back. She was on her third cup of jungle juice, conversing in the back yard when the shouts from inside suddenly rose above the chatter. She was curious and grabbed her friend to find out what it was.

When she stepped inside she found a girl on the table with her legs folded up near her chest. At the edge of the table was a tall, shirtless boy with his jeans dropped down to his knees. The girl had a dark tan with long hair that was splayed out over the table. Her breasts, even if hidden underneath her halter top, shook in rhythm with her body.

“Chelle, check this out. Is he really fuckiing her?” Reiko moved in for a better angle. She could definitely see his cock moving in and out of the girl. “He is. Oh my god.” She stood there watching, getting slightly excited at the sight. The girl’s skirt was hiked up around her waist exposing her from the navel down. A small tattoo just below her waistline, then completely shaved and smooth down to where her slit opened up, where the boy’s cock was penetrating her.

“Okay guess.” Shouted one of the boys, the ref, or in this case the official.

“Seven!” The girl shouted.

The boy fucking her shook his head. “Nope.”

Then the crowd roared, “30 seconds!”

“What are they doing?” Reiko was curious now. It played like a game, but she did not understand the rules. She gazed upon the sight of the cock sliding in and out, feeling the wetness between her legs increase. “Chelle, I don’t get it.”

“It’s called Size Matters. The girl has to guess the size of the cock inside of her.”

“Exactly?” Reiko looked surprised.

“No, measurements are taken and rounded to the closest half inch.” Chelle had seen these games and did not seem interested in the spectacle before them.

“So what’s with the 30 seconds?”

“If she guesses wrong the boy gets to fuck her for 30 seconds more.” Chelle headed back outside.

“Guess!” Announced the official.

“Six!”

“Wrong again.” This time it was the same voice, the so called official.

The boy was really going at it. She couldn’t believe it. She thought to herself that there must be more to this game. She looked around to find clues.

“Oh my god!” The boy was beginning to moan.

“Uh, oh, ten, nine, eight . . . “ The crowd joined in. “One, guess!”

“Five and a half.” The girl’s voice was short of breath.

“Oh, so close . . . but wrong!”

The boy fucking her was moaning even more. He gave a hard thrust into her and froze. He jerked and sighed. He was cumming inside of her. Reiko wondered whether or not he had a condom on, by some subconscious urge she looked at the girl’s wristband. It was white.

“So close! But it looks like there will be a round two!”

The boy slowly pulled out of the girl. Reiko tried to see if there was a condom. The room was not well lit and he pulled up his jeans too quickly for her to see.

“Who gets the sloppy seconds! Do we have a taker?”

A boy sporting a Tapout shirt came forward. He pulled down his shorts and grabbed his cock. Stroked it until it was hard. Then placed it on a ruler that the official held out and took his measurement. Once they were done, he turned and positioned himself.

“Go!” The boy slid his cock into the girl. No condom. As soon as he was comfortable he sped up. Thirty seconds later. “Guess!”

“Six!” The girl stated with confidence.

“Nope.” Thirty more seconds to go before the next opportunity.

Again, she was given the chance to guess. “Six and a half.”

The official rested his hand on the boy’s chest and stopped him. “Oh no, looks like you get to use your hand to finish!” The room cheered for the girl.

Reiko was amazed. Could she really tell the size of a cock as it fucked her? She imagined the different sizes and what they would feel like sliding in and out of her. It seemed more of a guessing game, a game of luck and chance. The girl on the table got up and left.

“Any girls out there game? Who thinks they can guess in less than one round?”

Another girl stepped forward and whispered into the ear of the official.

“Bring out the wedge!” Within seconds a boy came running into the room holding a triangular shaped cushion and placed it on the floor. The girl pulled off her jeans and situated herself on the wedge. Same as the girl on the table, but with her ass on the top edge of the cushion, raising it off the floor and into the air. Immediately a black boy kicked off his pants and got on his knees.

“Easy cowboy, let’s get you measured first.” He stood up and placed it on the ruler. Then went back to his kneeling position. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit. He held out his hand to the side as if to signal something. One of the guys by the official squirted some substance into his hand. He rubbed it between his fingers before using it on his cock. Must have been lube.

“Ready? What am I thinking? Of course he is, look at him rubbing that thing on her pussy.