Naughty Taboo Forty 5 : 40 Stories

“Jeez, Carla, sorry I don’t have a dick in my mouth twenty-four-seven.”

She gave me a playful push and I sighed.

“Hey,” she said suddenly, sitting upright.

“What?”

She grabbed the empty coke bottle and made her eyes sparkle. “What do you say?”

“To what?  I’m not putting that thing in my ass.”

Carla-Jean laughed.  “To spin the bottle!”

“Oh!” I said, joining her laughter.  “Now?”

“For old time’s sake,” she said.

We often played the game when we were younger but it never ended well.

“I don’t know,” I said.  “I always end up in trouble thanks to that game.”

“Come on,” she whined.  “Scared?”

“That’s not gonna work on me.”

“Just play,” Carla-Jean said, and she sat cross-legged on the floor.

“What can we even do here?” I asked, looking around the bedroom.

Carla-Jean ignored me and spun the bottle.  It pointed at her.

“Hit me,” she said, clapping her hands and looking up at me.

I thought for a second.  The fact it had landed on her made me more inclined to start the game.

“Truth or dare?” I asked.

“Dare,” Carla-Jean said immediately.

I shook my head.  “Same old Carla.”

“Come on,” she said.  “Dare.  Lay it on me.”

“Okay …” I mused, looking round the room.  “You have to—”

“Tell your Daddy I got fucked in the ass?”

“No!”

“I could suck his cock?”

“No, Carla!”

“Or flash.  I could flash.  Oh-my-God, I should flash him, shouldn’t I?”

“Stop involving my Dad!  We’re playing, not him.”

“Do you want me to flash you?”

I looked down at Carla-Jean’s big tits.  It was certainly tempting.

“See?” she said, and then she stood up and started to shout.  “Mr. Matthews!”

“Carla!”

“Mr. Matthews!” she continued.  “Could you come up here for a second?”

“Carla, don’t.”

“Do you want me, sweetie?” Daddy shouted up.

I fought to answer.  “No, it’s—”

“Yes please, Mr. Matthews,” Carla-Jean said.  “We need your help with something.”

“Carla!” I hissed.

I heard Daddy’s footsteps on the stairs and my stomach sank.  Carla-Jean was in one of her moods again.

She took several deep breaths and shook out her hands.  “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

My mouth opened in disbelief, but before I could say anything Daddy entered.

“Are you two okay?” he asked.

“We’re fine,” I answered.

“I need your help with something,” Carla-Jean said.

“You do?”

“She doesn’t,” I told him.

Daddy was confused, and who could blame him?

“I need your help,” she repeated.  “I think I have a lump.”

“Carla …”

“Can you check it for me?  Scarlett won’t.”

“Oh, uhm,” Daddy began, but before he could finish Carla-Jean had lifted up her t-shirt to reveal her bra.

“Here,” she said.  “This one.”

She pulled down the cup of one of her bras and her big breast fell out.

“Oh,” Daddy said.

“It’s just here,” she said.

I had my face in my hands, but between my fingers I could see Carla looking over at me in disbelief.

“I’m not sure I know—” Daddy began.

“Just touch it,” Carla said.  “Tell me if you can feel a lump.”

Daddy reached out his hand sheepishly and I closed my eyes tight.

“Feel anything?” Carla said, and there was a quiver in her voice.

“Nothing,” Daddy said.

“Keep trying,” Carla hummed.

“That’ll do, Daddy,” I said now, removing my hands.

He let go of Carla-Jeans tits and then spotted the bottle on the floor.

“Oh,” he said.  “I get it.”

“What?” Carla asked innocently.

“Spin-the-bottle.”

“Ever played?” said Carla.

“Are you kidding?”

“Carla, put your tits away,” I told her.

She shuffled herself back into her bra and Daddy looked wistfully at the bottle.

“Many times,” he said.

“Want a spin?” Carla offered.

“I don’t think—” I began, but Daddy interjected.

“Sure,” he said, smiling.  “Don’t see why you girls should be having all the fun.”

Daddy set the bottle on the carpet.  “Are you playing, honey?” he asked me.

I let out a deep breath.  “I guess.”

The three of us sat on the carpet and Daddy reached into the middle to spin the soda bottle.  He gave it a flick with his wrist and sat back with a smile.  That smile slowly faded as the top of the bottle pointed squarely at him.

“Oh,” he said.

Carla-Jean was clapping her hands and laughing.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said.

“Have you ever cheated on your wife?”

“Carla!” I cried.

“Dare,” Daddy said.

I looked aghast in Daddy’s direction.  He shook his head.  I was about to open my mouth to confront him but Carla-Jean dropped an atom bomb.

“Take out your cock,” she said.

“I can’t believe you,” I said, shaking my head.

“What?” Carla said.  “He’s in the game isn’t he?  Aren’t you Mr. Matthews?”

“I am,” Daddy said.

“So take out your cock.”

Daddy got up to leave, or at least that’s what I thought he was doing.  Instead he unbuckled his belt and started opening his pants.

“What are you doing?!” I said, staring.

“It’s my dare,” Daddy said.  “You’ve gotta do your dare.”

“Finally!” Carla rejoiced.  “Someone who understands the game.”

“Look away, honey,” Daddy said.

“No way!  If you wanna get that thing out you’re gonna have to do it in front of me too.”

I’d hoped that would be enough to stop him, but instead Daddy fished inside his pants and produced one beautiful-looking cock.

My mouth hung open in shock.  I couldn’t speak.  Carla-Jean’s mouth was open too.  She was laughing intermittently and looking up at Daddy.  Then she looked at me.

“Are you seeing this?” she said.  “Look at the size of that thing.”

“How long do I have to keep it out?” Daddy asked.

“The whole game,” Carla answered.

“You girls play a mean game of spin the bottle.”

“Sit back down,” Carla said.

Daddy did as ordered, but he took his jeans off first.  His big cock swung between his legs as he found his way back to the floor.  I was still staring at it when Carla-Jean next spoke.

“It’s your turn,” she said.

She pushed the bottle into my hands.  I looked across at her and she bit her lip.

“Here goes,” I said.

I twisted my wrists and let the bottle fly.  It whirred above the carpet like a sinful roulette wheel before finally stopping again on Daddy.

“Shit,” he said.

Carla clapped.  “Unlucky, Mr. Matthews.  Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he said quickly.  Daddy was really getting into it.

“Make it hard,” Carla said quickly.

“Don’t I get to say one?” I asked.

Carla shook her head.  “Ugh!  Go ahead.”

I thought for a moment and then gave Carla a smile.  “Make it hard,” I shrugged.

Daddy was staring at me with a look of disbelief.

“What?” I asked.  “It’s okay coming from her but not me?  Make it hard, Daddy.  Come on.”

“It’s not that simple,” Daddy said.  “I need some kind of stimulus.”

“Got it,” Carla-Jean said, and without hesitation she took off her t-shirt and unclasped her bra.

“Carla!”

“What?  I’m helping!”

“That is helping to be fair,” Daddy said.

His shoulders rocked and he took a hold of his big cock.  He leant away from us and started to move his arm.

Carla and I looked down as his cock awakened slowly.  It grew like magic in his fist, swelling until it was like a baton on his grip.  The head was swollen with arousal and the veins on its length burst out along the shaft.

“Perfect,” Carla-Jean hushed.

“Will that do?” Daddy said, jerking himself slowly.

Carla-Jean pinched at her nipples.  The two of them looked to be getting on famously and I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.  If anyone was going to have him, I wanted it to be me.

“It’s on you, Carla,” I said, handing her the bottle.

She bit her lip and looked at Daddy’s big cock.  His hand was gripping it tight.  “How long do I have to stay hard?”

“How long can you?” I asked.

“A while yet,” Daddy said.  “Especially if I keep looking at those gorgeous tits.”

Carla put a hand on her chest in faux-embarrassment.  “Mr. Matthews!”

“Come on,” I urged, nodding to the coke bottle.

Carla pulled a face and then spun the bottle.  It landed on me.

“What dare would you like?” Carla asked.

“I don’t get a truth?”

“No,” she answered plainly.

“Truths are boring,” Daddy added.

“Okay, dare.”

“Show us your asshole,” Carla said giggling.

“I can’t do that!”

“Uhm, why not?  Your Dad’s got his cock in his hand and my tits are out.  Come on.  Show us your asshole.”

I looked to Daddy for some help but he just shrugged.  “It’s the game, honey.”

“I can’t fucking believe this,” I said, getting to my knees.

“Wooo!” Carla-Jean hollered.

I turned away from both of them and quickly slipped down my yoga-pants.  I peeled back my panties with them, baring my ass and then rushing them back up to cover my modesty.  I turned back towards them and saw Carla-Jean’s confused face.

“What was that?” she said.

“What?”

“Show us your asshole,” she repeated.  “Really show it.  Jeez.”

“What do you want me to do, hold my cheeks open?”

“Yeah,” Carla said plainly.

Again I looked to Daddy and again he shrugged.  “I didn’t see it either,” he said.

“I can’t believe this,” I huffed.  I turned back away from them and dropped my pants again.  I bent forwards and peeled back my panties.  “There.  Is that better?”

I felt Carla-Jeans hands on my ass and she spread my cheeks wider.  “Can you see, Mr. Matthews.”

“I can see,” Daddy said.

“Look at that tight little virgin asshole,” Carla teased.