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Story by: MidrealmDM [Link: www.hentai-foundry.com/user-MidrealmDM.php ]
Title: Rainbow Party

(Story below)
Chapter 1 - The Challenge

"Valerie sat at the breakfast table and poked at the food on her plate with a heavy. It was the weekend, and other sixteen year olds weren’t forced to have a ‘family breakfast.’ Her father looked up from the paper and chided her, “You’re not leaving until you eat.” He was always very stern with her, imposing various rules about her dress, make-up, clothes, and making sure the family was ‘normal.’

“I’m not hungry,” she protested. “And I promised Jill I would come over this morning.”

“No, you’re not,” he interjected simply while reading over the sports section. “You see entirely too much of her. She’s a bad influence.”

Valerie scowled, “That’s not fair! I don’t have any other friends around here, not like I used to.”

Her father carefully sat his coffee down, gently laid the paper on the table and locked eyes with Valerie. It seemed the only time he really paid her any attention was when he was enforcing his rules. “You know that the company had to close the old branch office,” he said with a slight edge to his voice. “We’re lucky they were willing to pay for us to relocate here. And you need to watch your tone young lady, you’re not so old I couldn’t still turn you over my knee!”

“Now, now,” countered her mother. “Isn’t it bad enough that she has to go to public school now? It’s not so bad that she be with her cousin, is it?”

“You know what Crystal does for a living!”

Valerie rolled her eyes. Here we go again, she thought in vexation. Her aunt Crystal was a stripper, and of course anything that dealt with sex outside the bedroom was taboo. Her father would probably have an aneurism if he learned that cousin Jill was already having sex. And if he ever found out what Jill had taught Val about sex…

“Fine!” she shouted, putting an end to the argument. Valerie knew her mother wouldn’t disobey her father. She loved him too much to disobey. Valerie loved her father too, but hated his strict regime. Her early childhood was nothing but commands, rules, and a fair share of disciplinary spankings. “Can I go shopping at the mall instead? I saw a new outfit that looks awesome.”

Her father sighed, but pulled out his wallet. “Nothing low cut,” he stipulated as he handed her a fifty dollar bill, “and nothing that shows your knees.”

Valerie snatched the money and jumped up kissing her father on the cheek. “Love you daddy,” she called out as she scampered out of their apartment. She wasn’t going to the mall, of course, but the good thing about having been the obedient child all her life was that her parents couldn’t imagine that she would disobey them. But that was before Jill had opened her up (literally and metaphorically) to the joys of sex.

It was only ten blocks to Jill’s apartment, but it seemed like much longer. Valerie remembered the first time she had approached her cousin, about a year ago, to ask her about how to meet boys. The two were almost the same age, Jill being three months older, but Jill had so much more life experience. Even knowing that, Valerie was not prepared for the unbelievable amount of things her cousin knew about. They spent hours talking about all sorts of sex acts, each one more depraved and disturbing than the last. And no matter what disgusting act Jill talked about, she assured Valerie that it was not only fun, but could be quite pleasurable.

While listening to Jill, Valerie had found feeling stirring in herself that she hadn’t really known about. She imagined everything that Jill described happened to her instead. She found herself getting turned on at the thought of someone debasing and degrading her in various ways. Growing flushed and weak-kneed, she had begun panting in short shallow breaths and trembling.

Valerie was embarrassed about the whole thing now, not because she had been excited, but because she hadn’t even known what was happening to her own body. But luckily Jill had recognized her need and in a rare moment of unselfishness, took matters into hand… and mouth… and well everything else. Valerie loved her older cousin for showing her what sex could be like and idolized her for her sexual conquests.

By the time she reaching her cousin’s apartment she could feel her sex quivering. Valerie pounded on the door with urgency.

The door opened and her cousin stood smiling. Jill called herself a slut, she was proud of it, and dressed the part. From her six inch pumps and thigh high stockings to her almost see through shirt that revealed her skimpy black bra, everything about her radiated sexuality. Valerie envied the way Jill didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought about her, and did what she wanted, especially if it made her feel good, and, according to her cousin, sex *always* made her feel good.

Valerie pounced on Jill and hugged her before she could even say a word. “I need some relief!” Valerie pleaded, hoping her cousin would offer to help her out again. She knew Jill achieved a huge sexual thrill from doing things that were considered taboo, the more depraved the better.

Jill laughed, she loved her cousin, loved her enthusiasm, and especially loved that Val was letting Jill guide her on her path to being a slut. Jill eyed Valerie’s conservative clothing. “Let’s get you into something more… trashy.”

Jill waited impatiently while Valerie changed clothes, pondering what sort of sex act she would teach her cousin about today. Valerie’s oppressive developmental years had honed her into the perfect rebellious harlot and she was nothing if not a fast learner. But despite all of Val's efforts, Jill was confident that Valerie would never be able to beat her in acts of sexual depravity.

Valerie finished changing and stepped out to show off for Jill’s approval. She had kept her button down shirt, although now it wasn't buttoned and was instead tied in a loose knot, exposing her slim stomach. She also now sported a tight mini-skirt that flashed her panties when she bent over, finishing the outfit with a pair of rainbow colored stocking similar to the ones Jill wore. Val still played the good little school girl at home, but when she was out she would emulate Jill in mode of dress, makeup, behavior, and most of all sexual conquest.

“Great!” Jill said. “Lets go!” she dragged her cousin out the door eager to find someone to fuck.

“I love these clothes,” Valerie said as she rubbed her hands across her stomach and down her hips. “I feel like such a slut.”

“You’re a whore maybe, a skank at best,” teased Jill. She enjoying pushing Valerie’s buttons and knew that nothing got her cousin riled up faster than challenging her status as a slut. “Face it; you’re just not slut material.”

“Of course I am,” countered Valerie, tossing her head indignantly and causing her long brunette pony tail to snap at her cousin. “I even fucked two guys at the same time.”

“Only two?” Jill smiled wryly brushing her long blonde bangs away from her face to better watch Valerie’s reaction.

“Well three if you count a blow-job.” Valerie countered defensively. “And… and… and five at once if you count hand jobs.” The younger girl stammered, a subconscious habit she had whenever she was caught in a lie, or exaggerating about her sexual exploits.

“I’ve done eight at once” Jill strutted cockily as Valerie stopped in astonishment.

“Bullshit!” Valerie quick stepped to catch up with her cousin, while running a mental count of sexual positions in her head. “That’s impossible!”

“It’s possible, for a real slut,” Jill laughed. “The trick is two in the pussy and two in the ass at the same time. God! It felt amazing.” Jill reached under her skirt and rubbed her fingers over her exposed mound, stroking her fingers between her moist lips before bring them up to her mouth and licking her juices hungrily from her fingertips. “I’m practically dripping just remembering it.”

Knowing her cousin would take the bait, Jill decided to up the ante, “I can call some guys tonight, if you think you can handle it.” Jill viewed the corruption of her cousin as a challenge, and the more Valerie despoiled herself, the more Jill got off.

“Anytime, I’ve been practicing on myself.” Valerie held up one hand and gripped the wrist with the other. “I can stretch my cunt to take my whole fist.”

“I’ve been fisted by two at the same time.” Jill responded without hesitation.

“Me… me too, double fists in my pussy, no… no problem.”

Jill laughed again; it was too easy getting her cousin to commit to doing things that the younger girl just wasn’t ready for. But there was no questioning Val’s enthusiasm and determination, the girl was single-minded about being a slut. And not just any slut, but the trashiest world-class slut she could be. Which meant Jill could often manipulate her cousin into all sorts of trouble.

“I meant one in my ass and one in my pussy,” Jill was honored that her cousin would try to emulate her, but she couldn’t resist goading Val into going overboard. And even more so she loved watching her cousin visibly squirm when caught in a web of her own boasting, “But I’ve got to see you take two fists in your cunt.” Jill shuddered at the thought of being stretched open; and almost orgasmed at the thought of watching her more inexperienced cousin being stretched like that.

“Well,” Valerie hesitated. Despite the fact that they were nearly the same age, her cousin had been sexually active for several years before Valerie even knew what sex was. Valerie was jealous of her cousin, and was determined to be as much of a slut as Jill was, if not more. But her competitive nature tended to lead her to committing to doing things that she wasn’t ready for. “They… They… They’ve got to be small hands,” like a girl’s hands!”

“Like mine?” Jill held up her hands, they were only slightly smaller than Valerie’s, the two girls being virtually the same size.

“Umm, yeah.”

Jill stopped suddenly and pivoted on one foot to face her cousin. “Ok, we can try that as a prelude to your eight-way,” Jill snaked her hand under her cousin’s mini skirt and stroked Valerie’s pubis through the girl’s cotton panties. “It’s sure to get all the guys excited.” She massaged her cousin’s clitoris with deft expertise. With her free hand she reached up and rubbed Valerie’s breasts. Noting that she had chosen to not wear a bra, Jill was impressed at how fast her cousin’s nipples became engorged and stiff.

With practiced skill, Jill could sense that her cousin was about to climax, and abruptly ended her impromptu service, leaving Valerie trembling eagerly anticipating release.

“C’mon, let’s find someone to do.” Jill turned and began walking away, wandering into the alleyway behind her mother’s apartment building.

“Bitch,” Valerie whispered under her breath, and considered finishing the job herself, wondered how many people would see her if she began frigging herself in the alley. She sighed and opted to follow after her cousin instead. Her juices trickling down her leg as she walked. She couldn’t really stay mad at Jill. When Jill unleashed her libido, Valerie had discovered she loved sex as much as Jill, perhaps more. It was her cousin’s guidance that put her on the road to becoming the raging nymphomaniac that she knew she was destined to be.

She watched her cousin’s tight, firm ass sway in front of her as the elder girl walked away. The curve of Jill’s ass peeked out from under the skirt, and a careful observer could easily tell that she was uncovered beneath her skirt. Jill had always been confident in herself and her body, and had turned that confidence into a sexual power that she used to manipulate boys into doing practically anything.

Jill strode through the empty alley; she was bored and wanted something to fuck. She considered fucking Valerie, but at the moment, got more sexual satisfaction from keeping Val frustrated. So she fell back on her usual tactic of goading Valerie to commit to trying extreme sex acts. She glanced back over her shoulder and shot her cousin a smoldering, lustful look. Valerie sighed heavily and stomped after her cousin, the sounds of the duo’s ‘fuck me’ pumps clicking on the asphalt echoed through the heavy silence between them.

“I fucked my uncle.” Jill stated as a matter of fact as Valerie drew abreast.

“Well…” began Valerie, almost automatically. “Wait. What?! You fucked my dad?”

Jill almost burst out laughing, but managed to stifle her mirth at Valerie’s misunderstanding. Jill was actually referring to uncle on her deceased father’s side. Her first sexual encounter had been with Uncle Peter the day of her father’s funeral. “Yep,” Jill said recalling the events but still not correcting her cousin’s misconception. “I told him I just needed a hug, and then when he tried to comfort me I yanked open his pants and told him if he didn’t fuck me right then and there, I’d scream rape.”

Valerie’s mouth gaped open.

“So if you really want to be a bigger slut than me,” Jill grinned. “You’re gonna have to fuck him too.”

“Well…” Valerie set her jaw with fierce determination. “I’ll get him to fuck me too. As a matter of fact I’ll get him to fuck me every morning.”

“Good luck with that.” Jill replied coyly. She couldn’t wait to see how this would play out.

“I’ll wake him up with a blow job and then let him fuck me,” continued Valerie. “I give the best blowjobs.”

Jill couldn’t let that pass, “Says who?!”

“Says all the guys I give head to.”

“That’s because they haven’t had a blow job from me!” Jill jabbed her thumb into her chest between her perky c-cup breasts.

“Like you’re the expert!” retorted Valerie.

“I know tricks that will make your head spin. I’ve given head to men, women, dogs, horses…”

“Eww!”

“Ha! I knew you weren’t a real slut.” Jill tossed her blond hair smugly and turned her nose up at her cousin.

“That’s it,” Valerie was tired of having her sexual skills questioned by Jill, as was determined to prove herself better than her older cousin. “I challenge you to a blow-off!”

“Oh, you are on!” chuckled Jill, eager to humiliate her cousin.

Valerie pulled out her cell phone and began paging through the guys she regularly let fuck her, “Who are we going to call for this?”

“Hell no!” Jill grabbed the phone away from her cousin. “We want someone who is unbiased, someone who hasn’t fucked either of us.”

“Like who?” Valerie scoffed, knowing it would be hard to find someone at school who was willing and who hadn’t already fucked at least one if not both of them.

The sound of a door opening drew the attention of both girls, who turned to see a young black man exiting the building. Noticing their stares, the boy looked around nervously, “’Sup?” The two girls exchanged sidelong glances and started closing in on the youth.


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Chapter 2 - The Contest

Jonathan Thomas never considered himself to be fortunate, recently out of high school and unable to afford college he was looking at a future that involved long hours at hard labor for little pay. But right now, he wouldn’t exchange his life for anyone else’s. The two girls he stumbled upon in the back alley had offered him a most unique proposal.

They wanted to see which of them was better at giving him head.

He was hesitant at first, and was certain he was being set-up, but the blonde, gothy one was insistent. She had grabbed his crotch unashamedly and her eyes grew wide with delight. “He’s the one, Val.”

The other girl shrugged , “Why not?”

And so after some hurried explanations, which he didn’t really understand (or care about), they pulled him upstairs into a small apartment and dragged him into a bedroom, where they pushed him on the bed.

“Ok Jill, how do we do this?” asked the brunette, already pulling off her shirt to expose her pert teenage breasts.

“Shit,” countered the blonde. “You challenged me.” As she pulled off her clothes revealing a lacy black bra, Jon noticed that her frame was practically identical to the other girl, and their faces were very similar. He wondered if they were sisters, and his stiff cock grew even harder at the thought.

Jon was already trying to find a way to tell this story to his friends. He knew they would never believe him. Shit, It was happening right here in front of him, and he didn’t believe it. But one thing he did know for sure; for a free blowjob, he planned to do exactly what these crazy white hos wanted.

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“Ok then,” proposed Valerie, after some thought. “We take turns and then just ask him who was better.”

“No good,” argued Jill. “He might like the second one better because the first primed the pumps.” She stepped out of her skirt and Jon saw that not only was she not wearing anything under the skirt, but her wet dripping pussy was completely bare.

“Well what then?” demanded Valerie, placing her hands on her hips, her pink and white striped panties showing a visible wet spot. “If you’re such an expert, cousin, what is the best way to judge who gives better head?”

Jill sighed in exasperation and shook her head at her cousin’s ignorance. “Rainbow Party!” she shouted in a sing song manner striding across the room to a small cache of makeup supplies.

She turned triumphantly holding up two tubes of lipstick and handed one to her cousin. “We both put on lipstick,” she explained. “As thick as you can. Then we both go down on him,” she pointed to Jon who smiled but opted not to say anything for fear of jinxing his luck. “The lipstick will leave a ring around his schlong, and show us who went deeper and who is the bigger slut.”

Jill began liberally applying a heavy coat of purple lipstick to her glistening lips. Her excitement at the contest was showing in her rock hard nipples that protruded visibly behind the fabric of her bra.

Valerie followed her cousin’s cue and stepped up to a small wall mirror, putting on a layer of neon green lipstick.

Jill strutted over to the bed and gently pushed Jon back onto the bed so that he was lying on his back. “Here’s the deal big boy. We both go down on you, but you don’t get to cum until we say so. You don’t do anything, no touching, don’t even move.” She reached down and unfastened his cut-off denim shorts. “If you behave, you get to fuck one of us.” She tugged his shorts down, freeing his massive meat, which sprung free and jutted straight up like a flag pole. “Now that’s what I call a dick!” she continued, exhilaration showing in her lustful eyes.

Valerie turned away from the mirror to see what caused her cousin’s reaction and her eyes widened and with a yearning hunger. “I want it inside me, now!”

“No, no, no, no,” objected Jill grabbing the thick cock. “Only the winner gets to have this pole.”

“What about the loser then?”

“Winner’s choice.”

Val hesitated, Jill had an active imagination and a bit of a mean streak, but then again a true slut really wouldn’t object to any type of sexual activity. “Deal!”

“Me first,” Jill lay along Jon’s legs and grabbed his pulsing rod with both hands and marveled at its size. It was easily two inches thick and stood about seven or eight inches. She teased his testicles with darting licks and then traced her narrow tongue along the underside of the shaft. Reaching the bulbous head, she circled the tip with her tongue before letting her head descend over the boy’s giant dong.

The first few inches were easy, but as his hooded hotdog reached the back of her throat she had to pause. She let it gently slide past her uvula and could feel it stretching her soft palate. Inhaling deeply, she could smell the boys musky lust and felt a excited tingling between her own legs. She concentrated and closed her eyes, slowly sliding her mouth downward.

As the tip of the boy’s trouser meat touched the back of her throat, she gave-up a muffled cough *Ghuhk* and fought her gag reflex. She had plenty of practice at suppressing her body’s urge to expel such intruders, but it had been a while since she had anything near this size. She slithered her mouth back off the boys shaft and took a few panting breaths.

“My turn!” interjected Valerie, straddling Jon’s chest, the scent from her damp panties inches from his face filled his nostrils. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on anything to keep his mind off what was going on around him; clenching his fists, he gripped the red bed sheets and gritted his teeth.

Jill gulped down a few more breaths of air and held up one finger, before descending once more onto the throbbing monster that stood between the two girls. She inhaled deeply and held her breath as she let the intruder push into her throat. *Hurk* She pushed her head down another inch. *Ghulk* and another, she could feel her esophagus stretching as she practically swallowed Jon’s substantial boner.

He had penetrated her throat so deeply now, that she was unable to breathe and she knew anyone seeing this would consider her a trashy whore, to be used for sex and cast aside. She let the shameless feeling wash over her. The heady euphoria helped push her gag reflex completely aside and she continued to let the hard meat pole glide into her throat.

Another inch, and another, she was a slut on a mission. The need for air forced her to stop about an inch short of the young man’s balls. She let a tiny whine of disappointment escape as she gripped the shaft with her mouth and twisted her head, marking a clear purple ring as her achievement. Jill then slurped her way back up the boy’s pole letting it escape her mouth with a lip smacking pop.

Jill leaned back and eyed her work with lustful approval, wiping away a line of spittle that traced from her lips to the boy’s knob. “Now it’s your turn,” she panted.

Valerie eyed her cousins purple depth mark with trepidation. Jill had the advantage of several years of practice and no doubt did know many tricks and techniques that Valerie had yet to learn. But she wasn’t about to let that stop her now. With amoral delight she spread open her jaws and took in a mouthful of cock.

She let the mammoth member push into her mouth and tried to force herself to take it deeper. As the boy’s dick touched her uvula she coughed involuntarily. *Ghuhk* The spasming cough sent contractions through the muscles in her throat, and set off a fit of coughing and retching. She pulled free of the boner gasping for air.

“Not even half way,” Jill laughed in delight. “I win!”

Valerie continued coughing but held up a finger just as her cousin had done. “I’m not... *cough* …not… *cough*cough* … not done!” Valerie panted heavily and tried to catch her breath.

Jill sighed and settled down, and decided to help speed maters along. Gripping the base of the boy’s shaft, she began licking and slurping her tongue across the surface. “For lubrication,” she added eying her cousin. “Now you just concentrate on getting this monster down your throat.”

Valerie leaned forward on her elbows, taking the head of Jon’s prick into her mouth again and closed her eyes. She let herself lean forward, slowly dropping her head around the thick pole a few fractions of an inch at a time. But as soon as the cock reached the back of her throat she started gagging and coughing again.

*Hurk* she fought off the urge to vomit and felt tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. *Ghuck* she rippled in a full body convulsion as she attempted to take in more of the giant love muscle that was wedged firmly in her throat. She was beginning to regret challenging Jill to this particular competition.

“That gag reflex really is a bitch, huh?” teased Jill as she continued to hold the shaft steady and trace the throbbing veins with her tongue. “Just give up already!”

Jon bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut tightly. Don’t cum, he thought to himself desperately as Valerie’s spasming, coughing throat clenched down on his cock. Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum.

Valerie kept her eyes screwed shut and forced herself further onto Jon’s cock. She managed to power herself past her gag reflex and could feel her narrow throat distending. She couldn’t breathe and was feeling light headed, surely she had beaten Jill’s mark. She was afraid to open her eyes to check, and instead forced herself even deeper.

Jill was impressed, her cousin had mastered this cock and could easily achieve a tie, or possibly even a win. Easily that is, Jill grinned, if she had remembered to take a deep breath before starting.

Another inch maybe? Valerie wasn’t sure how much of the gut wrenching hog she had swallowed, but was determined to push herself to the limit. *Ghuhk* she gave a slight cough, feeling precious oxygen escape her lungs. She was at her limit, and she knew it, cinching her lips tightly around Jon’s cock, she copied her elder cousin’s earlier motions leaving a green ring around the shaft.

She jerked back with a panting gasp, sending a spray of spittle and pre-cum flying across her cousin’s face. As her head swam she forced her eyes to focus and saw her line marked clearly on the thick pole. A green line about one inch short of her cousin’s purple mark. Her face sank with disappointment.

Jill licked her lips, and daintily swept the delicious drops from her face into her mouth. “Well,” she grinned, “Looks like I win.” She gestured with her thumb, “So you get to take a seat while I get the prize.”

Valerie slid off of Jon’s chest onto the bed, and leaned against the wall in frustration. She was disappointed that she wasn’t going to get to fuck the boy; She considered herself a failure if she didn’t achieve and orgasm every day, and that wasn’t counting masturbation, which she did a lot. Still, if she wasn’t going to get a taste of the sweet cum of victory, she was damn sure going to have a front row seat."

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