Chapter 1
“And your challenge, should you wish to accept, of course,” her husband paused for dramatic effect.
“Of course!” she replied, but the wide smile told him she was game for anything.
“Your challenge,” he responded to her excitement, “Is the one hundred kiss challenge!”
She laughed and the two boys joined her mirth with playful ignorance. The taller one enjoyed fair skin and rosy lips. She had commented on his smile, which maybe where her games master had thought up this game. On his first meeting the rosy-lipped boy insisted they call him Tom, but saying that name today was clear he had lied over his name. Both the game master and the woman ignored the lie, as neither the man nor the skinny, tall, gorgeous woman cared. The owner of the lie was here for reasons other than his ability to tell the truth. Billy claimed the other name and was shorter but quite stocky.
“So, here is how it works. Billy, take this chair and place the back of the chair to the wall. Tom the other chair, against the window, chairs face each other. Good!”
Concealed from her view the boys played Rock, Paper, Scissors and selected a chair, and each took his seat.
“Now you my lovely must go to that chair and land a kiss on the young man.”
“Kiss, him,” her voice husky with lust, as she pointed.
“Yes!” he continued, “But only for twenty seconds. I will time it right here with this timer and when the time is done, you’re off to that chair.”
“Twenty seconds, one kiss?” a mild disappointment in her voice.
“Twenty seconds; one kiss,” he struck the bell in front of him and a metal buzz filled the room, “Then you’re off to that chair, carrying only your kiss.”
“And that’s all?” again the tinge of disappointment.
“Yes, first him, a kiss,” he pointed at Tom, then rattled the bell.
“Then Billy,” he rattled the bell again.
“Then back here, one hundred times!”
“Oh fuck! One hundred times!” she asked, her head turning from one to the other.
She fixed her eyes on him and the following words were whispered so low, only he could hear them.
“What should I wear?”
“That skirt and bunny jacket will be perfect. Do you have a bra and panties underneath?”
She nodded too enthusiastically!
“The timer starts when your lips touch a combatant and you must step away at the sound of the bell.
“Twenty seconds, a kiss, one hundred kisses, that’s an hour and a half of kissing…
“I will stop you from time to time to check on how you are doing. But that’s the game. Do you accept the challenge?”
“These kisses?” she asked, loud enough for the boys to hear, “Open mouth?”
He nodded in agreement.
“Tongue?” she asked as her eyes drifted towards the handsome Tom.
“If they want to, you shouldn’t refuse.”
He rewarded the power to the boys, not to her!
“Can they stand?” she asked as she pointed a slender finger to one of the boys.
He shook his head to a no.
“May I touch them? It will be hard to keep balancing over them…”
“Of course you may, any part you like, you may touch.”
“Anywhere?” she clarified.
“Anywhere!”
She looked over to the tall one and he squirmed in his seat expectantly. She flashed him a brilliant smile. The boys followed the conversation keenly and were alert!
“Anywhere, I like,” she continued and flashed the boy a naughty smile.
“Really anywhere?” she whispered.
Her husband nodded imperceptibly, permission granted.
“I accept the challenge!” she declared loudly.
“Boys?” he asked no one in particular, “Do you accept the challenge?”
The reply was just a little too loud! He smiled. She was skinny, tanned and tall, the combination that caught glances when she was out, glances that she acknowledged by ignoring. Today his wife was dressed in a short denim mini skirt that dropped to half way down her thigh, she paired that with a matching denim bunny jacket, three buttons open to show off the promise of petit, perky, breasts. He knew she was over excited by the game, but excited too by her arousal.
He sounded the bell, and she swung her long legs into action twisting her model walk toward Billy as her husband pointed at the boy. She stopped in front of him with the toes of her shoes on either side of his feet. Her hands at her sides, head bowed in a slow arc and paused, looking over him like he was prey, and she, a staving lioness.
She smiled.
Slowly she leaned the rest of the way, knees straight she dipped the upper part of her body, lips parted, their mouths met. They kissed.
Suddenly time seemed like a long breath as she grew uncomfortable bent over him.
Mercifully the bell gave her permission to break free. She gasped, unaware she had been holding her breath. She looked him in the eye and giggled. He smiled too, an embarrassed smile. Their eyes locked for a moment longer, as she twisted and let his eyes watch her swaying ass.
When she got to Tom she put both hands on his knees and with legs stiff, knees straight, she leaned in to kiss his mouth. He cupped her neck as his tongue darted into her mouth.
Her breathing came in quick gasps, but the bell took her away leaving the memory of her hands on his thighs.
On the fifth kiss her breathing was forced, laboured. He stopped her between the wide eyed boys. Her breasts struggled against the fitted bunny jacket, now forced a little high and showing off her beautiful belly.
“Take off the jacket,” he ordered.
Without pause she sprung free the two buttons and let the cloth fall. Her bra was now exposed, a black lacy weaved fabric, fighting to conceal her pointing nipples. With a glance he held her stationary, his eyes contemplating her sexy desire, then he slowly retrieved the jacket and returned to his perch.
“Continue!” he ordered.
Billy’s eyes were locked on her breasts as they bounced towards him. Wide stance of her legs on each side of him. She cupped his face, tilted her head and moved in with her mouth open. His hands touched her arms as he steady her for the kiss. She wanted him to grab her breasts, but his confidence was not there yet.
The bell drove her to the same disappointment on the other side of the room.
“Grab my tits!” she whispered to encourage Tom on her next journey.
He waited for their mouths to mingle then slipped his hands up her belly and gently squeezed her breasts. His gentle admonitions coxed a groan from inside her. She was on her way to Billy as the bell ruled over her.
Billy had witnessed the groan and the touch. He repeated the same action but without the gentle caress. His hands were more urgent and demanding. His pinch on her nipples, hard, painfully, angry. It yanked her lust from her stomach deep into her pussy. Her legs twisted, a deep wetness clouding her mind as well as her pussy.
So the bell tolled and drove her between these two boys. One soft and calm, the other wild and demanding. As she went towards Billy he held up his hands for her to put her breasts into his grasp. To put her lust into his hands. To put her desire into his hands.
“Take off your bra!” he ordered as he stopped her trip between the boys.
“Are you sure?” she protested falsely.
“Your nipples are already showing. Take it off!” Her husband’s voice, soft but the tone erased any hesitancy.
She tossed it to him, and topless, her flat belly was partly covered by the skirt.
Her wriggling, bouncing, walk to Tom showed him her beautiful breasts, full round smooth. Her nipples were demanding attention, as the breasts bounced feeding his lust. He grabbed her and played with them. As she leaned in, he sucked on a nipple. She turned to sit on his lap and this action pulled her nipple free. As he gasped, she covered his mouth with her own and took his soft wet tongue by the tip and sucked on it with deliberate gentleness. She let him poke into her mouth just as urgently as his penis poked into her thigh.
She confined her hands to his neck and face, his hands roamed her and the bell did not snap them apart immediately. He imprisoned her waist, as Tom needed to push his cock into her, more desperate than his need to obey the rules.
She was skilled enough to evade his lock and threw her body into the other lap. Her arms wrapped around his head as his fingers pinched hard on her nipples, both of them. This abuse caused her hips to ride on the raising cock cloaked in Billy’s pants. Her eyes now at half mast staved with lust.
Again and again she twisted from lap to lap, her panties soaked and wet now. She wanted to touch herself but knew her man would vigorously object and may end the game. She had to live through this mental torture, physical abuse, and her animal lust filled the room with its smell.
“You’re wet through!” he mildly chastised as he stopped her.
“Give me your panties!” he ordered.
She yanked them down unhesitatingly and scrunched them into a ball and pressed them into his hands. He replied by pointing at the boy she should go to.
She yanked them down unhesitatingly and scrunched them into a ball and pressed them into his hands. He replied by pointing at the boy she should go to.
She opened her legs and straddled him. As they kissed her hand dropped down to his cock and rubbed it through the jeans. He pushed up her skirt but failed to touch her pussy in the time he had. The bell took her away and teased that cock too. Billy was quick to reach under the skirt and fingered her pussy with a gentleness that surprised her given his coarse handling of her.
She undid his belt and would have had his cock free but the bell took her away. This time she wasted nothing and attacked Tom’s belt and zipper before she found his kiss.
The tinkle of the bell accelerated to roaring clamour invading her hunger and lust.
She handed over her skirt as he stopped her and pressed his demands. Her body sparkled with sweat, naked, stripped of dignity but she heaved with sheer lust.
When she reached the boy she grasped his exposed cock and without pause put it inside her. With her head back she rode the cock. Her hands on his shoulders. Husband did not start the clock as the two had not kissed, but surprisingly it was the boy that pulled her mouth to his. Her body curved as she pushed him inside her and fucked him, connected at her pussy and her mouth she was close to cumming.
But the bell chimed!
Obediently she extracted her body from his and staggered across the floor.
“Here comes my cunt, fuck me hard!” she announced before climbing on Tom.
She avoided his mouth, choosing only the pleasure of his cock. Her eyes open, she looked into his.
“You like my cunt?”
“This cunt? Does she please your dick?”
“This cunt is she tight enough for you?”
She asked these questions as he looked up into her eyes and could only nod or grunt in agreement. The last question caused her to squeeze him hard. Trapping his jerking body in a harsh and mutual desire.
