Author: Stardust
Title: Truth or Dare 1
Summary: My 10 year old daughter invites me to play Truth or Dare with 3 of her friends.
Keywords: Mg ped cons

Truth or Dare 1 (Mg cons)
By Stardust

I’ve renamed several stories to make it more clear how they fit together (and how they don’t). This story used to be “Truth or Dare 2”.

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This story is FICTION. The events described never occurred outside of the author’s imagination. 

This work is copyrighted by the author. You may repost it, but don’t change it or charge money for it.
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Cast of characters:

Kayla: my 10 year old daughter.

Madison: Kayla’s best friend. Madison is loud, extroverted, aggressive.  She’s the one who usually initiates the fun. She’s also the sexiest 10 year old I know. She knows that I like to look at her bikini-clad body, and she likes that I look. She’s tall for her age, with an average build, and is just beginning to show signs of puberty.  Her hips are wider than her waist, her butt is delightfully round, and she has beginner boobs.

Sarah: Kayla’s second best friend. Sarah is quiet and shy. She’s also 10, blond, and shows no sign of puberty. She usually goes along with whatever the other girls are doing.

Jessica: The most consistently cheerful person I’ve ever known.  She has an infectious laugh, and she laughs a lot. She loves to tell long involved stories, and I love to listen. I can sit and look in her eyes and listen to her stories all day, and be perfectly content. She has light brown skin and black girl hair. She’s also 10, and shows little or no sign of puberty. 

All three girls have spent many weekends at our house, and have come on vacation trips with my family. I’ve known these girls since my daughter started school. 

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“Hey Dad, Madison and Sarah want you to play with us,” my daughter announced. She looked at the computer screen. “If you can tear yourself away from that stupid game.  You’re an addict, you know.”

She’s right, I’m addicted. “Is it gonna cost me money?” I asked skeptically.

“No, cheapskate.  Just Truth or Dare,” She answered.

That got my full attention. I don’t know how to play, but I like the sound of it. My mind was already racing to all the ‘Dare’ possibilities (screw ‘Truth’), my online game forgotten.  “Look at that. You got me killed.”

She laughed, “Good, you spend more time with that game than with me.” She grabbed my hand and pulled. “C’mon, the girls are waiting in my room”

I feigned reluctance. “Kk, I’m coming, OMG, you’re gonna pull my arm off!”

That’s how I found myself in my daughter’s room, with the door closed, sitting on the floor with the girls, listening to an explanation of the rules from all 4 girls at once. 

“When it’s your turn you pick anyone and ask them ‘Truth or Dare?’ If they choose ‘Truth’ you ask them any question you want, and they have to answer,” explained Jessica.

“And they have to tell the truth, too,” Sarah added.

Jessica continued, “And if they choose ‘Dare’ then you can dare them to do something.”

“And they have to do it!” Madison said.

“They have to?!” I was truly surprised.

My answer was a chorus of “Yes” from all the girls.

“What if I dare you to jump off the roof?” I asked.

Kayla answered, “C’mon, Dad, it has to be sensible. You can’t dare anyone to do something really stupid.”

“What if I give them a sensible dare, but they don’t do it?” I persisted.

“Then there’s a penalty,” Kayla explained. “We haven’t decided on the penalty yet.”

“I got it! The penalty should be to walk down Main Street naked.” This was from Madison, the sexy one.

The other girls nixed that one. “Nobody’s gonna do that. It can’t be anything that’ll get you in trouble with your parents.”

All the girls yelled out suggestions:

“How ‘bout you gotta eat a worm.”

“You gotta French kiss the dog.”

“Ya gotta kiss Josh Adams.” 

All these suggestions elicited a chorus of “Eww, gross” comments, but the last brought more than the others. I don’t know this Josh Adams kid, but I feel sorry for him.

The girls discussed and argued, but eventually they settled on eating a worm.

“And you gotta chew and swallow, you can’t just stuff it in your cheek.”

The girls seemed to be satisfied that that was a suitably disgusting penalty. Madison wanted to go out and find some worms right away, but the others convinced her that wasn’t really necessary.

“Oh, and one more thing.  What happens in Truth or Dare stays in Truth or Dare.”

“Yea.” “That’s right.” They all looked at me. “So you can’t go telling somebody’s parents what they said here.” I had 8 very stern eyes fixed on me. 

“Ok, I agree. What happens in Truth or Dare stays in Truth or Dare,” I said. 

They all seemed satisfied with that, and the game began. 

Sarah went first. She pointed at Jessica, “Truth or Dare!”

“Truth,” Jessica chose.

“Have you ever kissed a boy on the lips?” Sarah asked, leaning forward eagerly.

Jessica paused for a moment, then gave a simple “Yes.”

“Who?” asked Sarah.

“That wasn’t your question,” Jessica smugly replied. “I already answered your question.”

Sarah protested the point, but the girls sided with Jessica. Me, I stayed neutral.

Madison was next. “Jessica, truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

Of course, Madison then asked, “Who did you kiss on the lips?”

Jessica seemed frustrated, but she answered. “Jason, behind the bleachers at the football game.

Now it was my turn. My mind was racing with all sorts of sexy dares, but I wanted to follow their lead. If they get into sexy stuff, fine; if they don’t, that’s ok too. Besides, I’m pretty sure I can count on Madison, at least, to get sexy.

It was hard for me to think of appropriate questions, so I just repeated the ‘kiss on the lips’ question to a different girl. The game continued like this for 15 minutes or so.  When the girls got into sex, I was surprised it was Sarah, the shy one, who started it. 

Sarah asked Madison, “How often do you masturbate?”

She looked surprised then smiled.  “Every night.”

On her turn my daughter asked the follow-up question. “Who do you think about when you masturbate?”

For the first time, Madison looked embarrassed. She hemmed and hawed, then finally looked down, pointed at me, and said simply “Him.”

My turn to be shocked. And pleased. “Wow, is it getting hot in here?” I asked.  The girls laughed.  {Let’s keep this light and fun, not too serious.}

Madison’s turn came next. She pointed at me. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare!” {Let’s see if she’s ready to get sexy.}

“I dare you to show us your willy.”

“His what?” said Sarah.

“His dick.” Replied Jessica. Was that a hint of scorn in her tone?

Bingo! I knew I could trust Madison to take this game in the direction I wanted. But I pretended to be reluctant. “Are you serious?” I said. “I can’t do that!”

“There are some really tasty worms out in the garden, dad,” my daughter prompted.

I made a ‘trying to hold in my vomit’ face. “Damn. All right.  But what happens in Truth or Dare stays in Truth or Dare, right?”

They all agreed. Madison watched me with particular eagerness. I took it slow. I reluctantly got up on my knees (which put my crotch just below eye level for the girls, who were still sitting.)  I slowly pulled down my zipper. I reached into the fly and fished around for a while, allowing anticipation to build. I pulled my hand out empty. “Do I really have to do this?”

“Yes, you do!!” Madison was beyond eager, bordering on desperate.

“Ok, ok” My penis was partially engorged by now, just from the anticipation, but I managed to get it out of the fly of my jockeys. I pulled it out, shook it around a bit, then took my hands out of the way and just let it hang out in plain view.  All eyes were fixed on Willy, not a word was spoken, but Madison had a big grin on her face. I knew she wanted to touch, and I’d be delighted to give her the chance.  

I broke the silence. “Ok, you’ve all had your look.” And I put my wiener away. “And now it’s my turn.”

I decided to go for the match point. “Madison. Truth or Dare.”

{Pick dare, pick dare.}

“Dare,” she said with a grin.

{She knows what’s next.}

“I dare you to do a sexy dance,” I paused, “naked.”

“No, you can’t ask that.” “That’s going too far.” The other girls protested.

I thought I’d blown it, but Madison {I love this girl!} cut them off. “It’s ok, I’ll do it. I don’t mind.”

She stood up and asked, “Do I strip first or do the dance first.”

“Your choice,” I replied.

She chose to strip.  She was wearing a spaghetti strap pink top that didn’t reach her belly button, and pale blue shorts with an elastic waist. Her feet were already naked.

Madison grabbed the hem of her pink top, and whipped it off and tossed it aside in one quick motion. Turns out she wasn’t wearing a bra.  Her 10 year old boobs were little pointed cones topped by tiny pink nipples standing out tall and hard, surrounded by small bumpy areolas. She turned her back to me, and quickly pushed her shorts and panties to the floor, and stepped out of them.  Her little butt was round and firm, with a dimple above each cheek.  Her hips were wider than her waist, and her legs seemed too long for her body.  She began swaying her cute little butt left and right, and made sensuous snake-like movements with her arms over her head, rather like a night elf in World of Warcraft.  As she did her dance, she slowly turned. From the side I could see her little titties projecting straight out, untouched by gravity.  Her tummy was completely flat, down to the smooth bump just above her most private spot. As she turned to face me I could see her pussy was completely smooth and hairless, two lips pressed tightly together.  As she swayed her hips, the pussy lips moved against each other and parted slightly, and a little pink clit peeped out, then disappeared again. I was transfixed.

My daughter punched my arm “Breathe, dad, breathe.” The girls laughed.

“Somebody turn on the ac, it’s way too hot in here,” I joked.

Madison said “I’m not gonna put my clothes back on, you’ll probably just dare me to take them off again,” and she sat down with crossed legs and dropped her shorts on her lap {damn!} covering her pussy.

My daughter was next. “Madison, truth or dare.”

“Dare”

“I dare you to touch my dad’s dick.”

I got up on my knees again, and whipped it out again. Mr. Happy was cheerful, but not ecstatic. He stretched out parallel to the floor, pointing at Madison.  I expected she’d just poke with a finger, but she reached out and wrapped her hand around my shaft, squeezed and held, then looked at me with a smile. 

{Oh my god, that’s good. Hold it, hold it, don’t let go.}

“It’s warm,” she observed. As she held it, I quickly became fully erect. “Whoa, it’s growing!” Madison was delighted.  “How big will it get?”

It was already fully erect, but no need to tell her that yet. “Just hold it like you are, but move your hand up and down a bit, and it’ll get there,” I answered.

Madison followed my instructions, perhaps a little too tentative and gentle, but nonetheless wonderful.

{OMG that feels soooo good.}

It felt incredible, but I didn’t want to cum just yet, so I stopped her. “That’s as big as it’s gonna get, Madison.” 

She let go so suddenly it was as much of a shock as when she first grabbed it.

{It’s ok, the game’s not over yet.}

I didn’t try to put Mr. Happy away. He wouldn’t have fit anyway.  I just sat down again cross-legged.

Madison’s turn next. ‘Jessica, truth or dare.”

“Truth. These dares are getting too weird for me.”

“Tell the truth, do you want to touch his dick too?”

Jessica looked shocked, then laughed. “Yea, I do.”

Now it was Jessica’s turn. “Mr. Smith, truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

{Now that we’ve broken the ice, will Jessica get sexy too?}

“I dare you to do what Madison did.”

“Touch my dick?” I was perplexed.

Jessica laughs, “No, do a sexy dance naked.”

I laughed. “I’m no dancer, but I’ll try.” Truthfully, dancing in front of these girls is way more embarrassing for me than being naked.  But I tried my best.  I stood up. {Take it slow, build anticipation.} I copied what Madison did; I removed my t-shirt first, then turned around and stepped out of my pants and jockeys.  When I was completely naked, with my back to the girls, and tried my best to move my hips in a provocative way.  The giggles and snorts behind me told me I wasn’t doing a very good job.  The girls started heckling me. 

“You call that sexy?” “Who wants to see your fat butt?”  “No he’s got a sexy butt.”

I gradually turned until I was facing them.  The heckling stopped as all 8 eyes locked on my dick, which was no longer hard, but not fully soft either. Moving my hips, I flopped it side by side, then I thrust my hips forward to flip it up, and let if fall back down.  I even tried to do what strippers do with their tits: make it move in a circle. That didn’t work so well. 

I broke the silence, “Well I guess I did that.  I didn’t do it well, but I did it,” and sat down. I put my hands over my dick but otherwise didn’t cover up.

Sarah’s turn was next. “Jessica, truth or dare.”

“Dare.” She must’ve known what was next, considering her most recent ‘truth’ admission.

“I dare you to rub Mr. Smith’s dick until it gets hard.”

{I love this girl!}

To make it easier for her I lay on my back. Jessica approached willingly, but with uncertainty. She held my dick gingerly between her thumb and first finger, as if she didn’t know what to do. 

“It’s ok,” I said, “you won’t hurt me.” 

Madison came over to help her.  “Do it like this,” she said, as she wrapped her whole hand around the shaft, and moved it up and down.

 “Yes, that’s it,” I said. I was already fully hard, but I wasn’t about to say anything to make her stop.

“Now you try it,” Madison said. Jessica imitated what Madison had done, but with less vigor. Meanwhile Madison was examining the tip, rubbing it lightly with one finger. “It’s so smooth,” she observed. Then she squeezed the tip lightly. “And it’s so soft.”  Jessica kept up the up and down rubbing.

Sarah (the shy one!) came over. “Let me try this too.”  The truth or dare game was forgotten.

“Put your hand here like this,” Jessica instructed Sarah.  Sarah wrapped her hand around the shaft.  “Then move it up and down like this.” Jessica put her hand over Sarah’s to show her the motion. While Sarah continued that motion, Jessica examined the tip, rubbing, squeezing and lightly poking.  She pushed her finger down on my pee hole. 

“Does that hurt?” she asked.

“No, not at all,” I answered. “In fact, I love what you’re doing, what all of you are doing.”

Jessica laughed. “The tip is like a water balloon. When I squeeze it gets smaller, when I let go it swells up again.” She kept doing this again and again, giggling. 

All this time, Sarah continued to play with the shaft, sometimes rubbing, sometimes squeezing, sometimes just moving the skin around with one finger. She observed, “The skin is really loose, but it’s hard underneath. If I squeeze it doesn’t get any smaller.”

“Let me try that,” said Jessica, and they changed places.

At the same time, Madison was playing with my balls, rolling them around in the sack. I wanted this to continue forever. It felt unbelievably good, having these three sets of soft young hands rubbing and squeezing. They brought me up to the highest height of arousal, yet I didn’t cum, since none of them was doing the kind of continued motion necessary for the final push. I could have stayed like that forever, but finally Madison took the next step.

“Let’s make him cum,” Madison suggested. 

“What’s that?” Sarah asked.

Madison grinned, “You’ll see.” She took over from Jessica and began pumping my shaft in earnest.  

“It’s slippery up here.” Jessica had discovered pre-cum.  She rubbed the pre-cum around on the tip of my penis.  Every time she passed over the hole, the sensation was so intense that I involuntarily jerked. 

Sarah examined my balls, her soft gentle hands pushing them up, then letting them fall. It seemed to fascinate her.

“Oh my god. All of you keep doing what you’re doing. It feels so…” I couldn’t continue. I felt myself pass the point of no return.  The girls continued what they were doing as I stiffened and lifted my hips up.

“You got your wish, Madison,” I thought as the cum exploded out of my dick. The first squirt went right into Jessica’s hand.  She squealed and let go, but Madison (bless her) kept up the pumping action. The second squirt landed on my chest. By that time, Madison realized she could aim this gun, and she aimed the next squirt at Jessica, hitting her square on the arm.  She then aimed at Sarah on the other side, but my distance had subsided by then, and Sarah got out of the way. I squirted again and again, and finally was done.

Jessica examined the semen on her hand. “Eww, what is this stuff?” she asked in disgust.

“That’s cum,” Madison said. “It’s what makes babies.”

“Really?” That seemed to satisfy Jessica that it wasn’t so gross after all. She smeared it around on her hand, feeling the texture. “You should feel this,” she said to Sarah.

Sarah made a face. “I’m not touching it.”

Jessica tried to smear the cum on Sarah, but Sarah ran, Jessica chasing her. Meanwhile, Madison was smearing the cum around on my belly. 

“So when you have sex with a woman this stuff is squirted inside her vagina?” she asked me.

“That’s right,” was my reply.

“And that’s what gets her pregnant?” she asked again.

“You got it,” I answered.

“That’s just weird. I wonder what it feels like to have a guy do that to you.”

“I have a feeling you’ll find out pretty soon, Madison,” I answered.