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This story was produced as adult o o entertainment and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Promises, Promises by Art S Healing *** One of my lighter stories, this is a slightly dramatized yet true incident which happened to me when I was little and naïve. When a game of "team truth or dare" in a tree house left me at a surprise disadvantage, what followed was a day I'll never forget. I'm sure that I'm not the only one either. (bbg, bg, bb, inc, ped, preteen, con, mast, oral) *** One of my lighter stories, this is a slightly dramatized yet true incident which happened to me when I was little and naïve. When a game of "team truth or dare" in a tree house left me at a surprise disadvantage, what followed was a day I'll never forget. I'm sure that I'm not the only one either. *** SOAPBOX: Okay, those of you have read my other works know I use symbolism to make points or to describe horrible things that happened to me in my life. This is different. It actually occurred virtually literally, with a few exaggerations and name changes. However, one thing that isn't different is my warning about not doing these things in real life. If kids play sex games, that is very different than adults playing sex game with them. They live in a different world. Please don't harm children. *** Okay, so it seemed fair at first; two boys and two girls, so when my brother Kyle suggested that we play "team-truth-or-dare", boys against the girls, I thought why not. It's a good idea. Knowing Tiffany, she probably would have suggested it first if she had thought of it. Hiding out in the tree house seemed a good idea too. No grown-ups around and little to no chance that they would make the difficult climb up the kid sized ladder to make a surprise inspection. The only problem was Tiffany didn't tell us she was grounded. After we agreed to play, Kyle and Mike had a strange smirk comb over their faces. Two 12 year old boys with smirks like those are usually the sign of overconfidence. "This is going to be fun, BUT," Kyle said, "you have to promise to do whatever we say and we'll do whatever you say- so long as it doesn't hurt." "Well, as long as it doesn't hurt MUCH. I don't want anyone calling that to get out of a dare. That's cheating," added Mike. "Right," Kyle nodded. Tiffany and I smiled and voiced our agreement. Between the two of us we could outdo these boys, even if I had just turned 9 and she was only 10. Girls are smarter than boys. Well, at least Tiffany was smarter than them. Kyle was my big brother and Mike was hers, so we knew them pretty well. We were going to smear them. At least, Tiffany was going to smear them with me backing her up. I was very gullible and innocent at 9 years old. Still, I was feeling confident too. We'd outdo them. Then Tiffany's mom called up to her. "Tiffany Louise Miller, you'd better not be up in that tree house." "I was just... I was just up here for a minute to... to..." "I don't want to hear it," her mom replied. "Get down here right now. You just added on another week to your punishment." "But mom..." "Now, young lady!" After a grunt and a brief childish version of mumbled cussing, she lifted the latch and awkwardly groped her way down the ladder. "Sorry guys." Mike closed the hatch behind her and said, "That sucks... well, you ready to play?" "We can't play," I pointed out. "Tiffany's gone." "So," said Kyle, instantly backing up his friend. "You still have to play. You made a promise, remember? Dad says you always have to keep your promises." My young brain scanned over the information it had and found a potential loophole. "No, 'cause I promised to play TEAM truth or dare." "Right, and just because you lost a member don't mean nothin'. You still promised," said Mike. I looked at Kyle. I'm sure I had a questioning look on my face. He nodded and sounded off a bullshit rule that my little mind fell for completely. He said, "Yeah, that's true. In sports, just because you lose a member of your team doesn't mean you just don't play. You still have to because you promised. And a promise is a promise." Ah, to be young and dumb again. And I must admit, before I hit my teens, I was pretty dumb. At the very least I was really naïve and Kyle took advantage of that every chance he got. "Oh," was all I could think to say. Technically, I did promise. "Okay. Who goes first?" "We do," my brother and his best friend quickly said in perfect sync. It sounded silly and we all laughed a little. Now I realize it was that it was out of some horny desperation that they claimed the first-go which unified their words so well. Since Tiffany was the outgoing one, she usually protected me from people taking advantage. She would have told them "no way" and that two against one wasn't fair. And even if she didn't, she would have claimed that she should have gone first at the very least. But this wasn't Tiffany they were talking to, it was me. "Okay," I simply said. The rules to team truth of dare are that you can only pick truth a total of five times. They may as well have called the game, "Stall for five turns, then pick dare a million times in a row." So after a five truths in a row from all of us, and naturally each question always getting progressively more sexual in nature, soon we were left with only dares. I tried to pick another truth, but they must have carefully kept count. "Bull- you already used all of your truths. You have to pick dare!" After a huff, I said, "Fine! What's the dare?" Kyle went first. "I dare you show us your boobies." What boobies? I was barely 9 years old- by less than a month. But still being bonded to my promise and with another huff, I stood up from the hard wooded flooring and very quickly lifted up my loose green sundress and immediately dropped it again, not only showing off my nipples, but also my white cotton panties. Kyle and Mike both shouted a barrage of "no, no- uh-uh, you can't do that... no," type things at me. Mike said, "We said SHOW us, not flash us! You have to hold it up there for a while." "Nu-uh!" I retorted. "Yeah," chimed Kyle, "When you watch a show, it doesn't last a half-a-second. It's a show. Those always last for a while". Exasperated, I groaned out another, "Fine!" and raised my sundress up all the way, holding it bunched up just below the neckline. They studied my thin, pre- pubescent body with devouring eyes. When they scanned me up and down, they were not only looking at my tiny pink nipples, but everything else too. Finally they said it was okay to let it go. I sat back down cross- legged. It was now Mike's turn. "You have to show us your pussy." I knew what the word pussy meant since Tiffany and I had started playing sex games about a year ago. Then I asked the stupidest thing I could have. "Can I just pull my panties to the side or do I have to take them off completely?" Kyle gleamed at his friend for a moment. I almost saw a light bulb appear over his head. "You have to take 'em off and keep 'em off," he said. "Aw come on," I complained. "You have to," said Kyle. "He dared you!" "Alright, alright," I replied. Still sitting, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and slid my undies over my legs and feet and tossed them to the side. Then I spread my legs for them out really wide, showing them my cunny and little clit. As their line of sight glued to my crotch, I got all tingly down there. I'd never shown anyone but tiffany my cunt before and I enjoyed the unyielding attention they were now giving me. It felt like I had some power that I had never known before. "Mm- nice," said Kyle. "What would you give to get your cock in there, man?" "A lot. I bet you have a boner too." "She's my sister, dude." "So? A pussy's a pussy. If you tell me you wouldn't fuck that, you're either lying or a queer. This is better than any picture we've ever seen. This is the real thing. Now show us your fuckhole, slut," Mike said. Neither he nor my brother took their eye off it as they spoke- I don't even think they blinked, but I assumed that last part was meant for me. "My what?" "Your fuckhole," repeated Mike. "You have to spread your pussy open and show us your fuckhole." "Nooo- you already used your dare. It's my turn." "Your fuckhole IS part of your pussy. We wanted to see your whole pussy, so you have to let us see it all. That's the dare." Still unsure if I was being tricked yet having no defense against this logic, I mentally shrugged and reached between my spread thighs and used both my hands to open up my pussy for them. "Daaamn- look at that," mumbled Mike. I smiled proudly to myself. I loved how they were acting. It was as if I was being worshipped. Well, at least my pussy was being worshipped. Mike boldly reached over and wiggled his finger in the gateway of my "fuckhole", tickling my fancy. "Heeey," I said watching his finger but making no physical attempt to stop him. "Touching wasn't a part of the dare. Now it's my turn to give YOU dares." Mike continued to tickle my pink tunnel and the sensations it was now giving me was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, although I tried not to let it show for some reason. It somehow even felt better than when Tiffany diddled it. Maybe since they were boys, and one of them my brother, it was even more taboo to me. I don't know, but they sensation was much more intense. Looking back, I think I subconsciously knew it would be giving up some of that power I was feeling if they realized I liked it so much, so I hid my true tingles by acting like it was nothing at all to me. But I let him continue to fiddle with my twat as I talked to him and my brother. "So let me think..." I stalled as I felt my cunny juices really flowing now. "Uhhh... ummm... let me thiiiink..." I repeated. Kyle and Mike finally tore their eyes from my pussy and grinned at each other. I think they knew I was drawing out the moment because I liked the finger play, or maybe they thought it was just distracting me. All I know for sure is that what Mike was doing was feeling better and better and the moistness in my pussy was increasing. "Okay-okay, I know," I finally said. "You both have to take off your pants and show me your ding-dongs." They grinned again and one of them said "Okay". As I kept holding my aroused cunt open for them, I watched my brother and his friend take their pants off. Having difficulty getting them over their shoes, they kicked them off as well as their socks. At first I thought they weren't going to take off their underwear since I didn't say they had too and just flop out their dicks, but they seemed to want to and down they went. Tiffany had described them to me before, but that was the first time I actually ever saw a cock, much less two of them. They were both hard as dried cement and I'm sure I would have thought they were always like that if she hadn't already told me how they got hard when they got "horny" but otherwise boys thingies looked like a finger down there. I knew horny was like those funny tingly feelings I got sometimes, but that's about as much as I comprehended back then. It was amazing to me. Seeing it was very different than just imagining it. Neither of them had any hairs yet and I had no concept at the time of such things. Both cocks were roughly the same size and width. They were maybe 4 inches long or so and only about as big a round as a grown up's finger. I stared at them both with an equal balance of confusion and fascination. "See," said Mike the second Kyle's underwear went down. "I knew you had a boner." Since that was a word that Tiffany apparently didn't know (she only said dicks got hard) and had therefore never explained to me, I wanted to ask what a boner was, but before I could, Kyle said, "Well, like you said, a pussy is a pussy. Now it's our turn." "No," I said, "I get another dare." "Oh no you don't either," Kyle replied. "You gave us both a dare. You just gave it to both of us at the same time. So now it's our turn again." Damn it. I knew they were right on that one. "Okay. Go ahead," I whined defeated. "But you have to keep your pants off too, though 'cause I didn't say you could put 'em back on." Turn-about is fair play after all. "Hey, fine with me," Kyle said. "Now I dare you to take off your dress and keep it off. Then you have you have to get on your hands and knees like a dog with your butt facing us." "Mmm," Mike grunted as if he just tasted something delicious. "Good idea. It's right out a Hustler mag." "Hell, this is better than any stupid magazine. It's even better than any a fuck-a-slut.com. site. This is the real thing. It's a real fuckin' pussy." I didn't really know what any of that meant, but then again I didn't care a whole lot either. The thought of getting completely naked in front of them was getting me really hot. Trying not to seem too anxious, I stood back up again and yanked my dress over my head, dropping it near my panties. Then I turned around and dropped to my hands and knees and hoisted my ass in the air at them. "Spread your knees out wider and arch your back... bend it... here," said Kyle as he touched my lower back. I widened my knees and bent my back where he indicated, and it upturned my bottom and pussy, aiming it at them. They started poking and prodding at my cunny and making comments about how "sweet" and "tasty" it looked. I could have claimed that they never dared me to let them touch it but I was enjoying it so much I said nothing to stop them. "What's my next dare," I said after a time, curious as to what they would have me do next. For a moment they said nothing. Finally Mike said, Okay, I dare you to let us lick your pussy." For a second I thought it was gross. Lick my pussy? That's what I peed with. But I thought there was some reason for it that I didn't understand. Again, curiosity got the better of me. "Go ahead," I said trying to sound nonchalant, "I don't care." A dare's a dare, right? Despite Tiffany and me playing sex games, oral play had never happened. It was mostly touching and mutual masturbation- that sort of things. We even kissed a few times as we did it, but the thought of licking each other down there had never occurred to me or her either it seemed. So when I felt that first tongue swipe my little pussy slit, it sent a unique shutter throughout my entire body and I instinctively wanted more. "Is it good?" I heard my brother say. "Fuck yeah, it's good. I want some more." Then Mike went back to licking, only now he was lapping it the way dogs and cats lick themselves, except for an occasion tongue wiggle when it got up in there which sent shockwaves through me. It was so soothing and I felt my cunny get juicier. Eventually he stopped and said, "Go ahead Kyle, have a few licks. The dare was WE get to lick it." No complaints from me. I waited for another round. "Dude, gross. You already licked it. I'd be getting your spit in my mouth." "So? Are you going to let that get in the way of a chance to taste what a real pussy is like? We jerked each other off before. What's the big deal?" I really wanted to know what that was all about. They jerked each other off? It sounded intriguing to my preteen mind. It must be something boys do when we girls aren't around. All was silent for a moment and I looked over my shoulder to my brother. I could see his wheels turning. It didn't take him long to decide. He didn't make eye contact with me; at first he only stared at my cunt like he was deciding, then like a dog release from its chain, he quickly dropped down and began to lick me too. It felt just as good as when Mike did it. "Tastes like honey- don't it?" Mike said. All my brother did was grunt out an "Mmm-hmm" as he continued to lick me, getting faster and almost frantic about it. Then a little whimper slipped out of me and I felt an orgasm coming on. I had countless ones of those, but they were either by my own finger, a small object, or my best friend's Tiffany's hand. This was different. It lingered for a few moments until it hit me all at once. Hot sparkles blew through my pussy and reverberated over every inch of my body, sending me into maddening convulsions. I dropped down to my elbows and made some sounds that I could never make on purpose. It was instinctive of me to press my pussy into my brother's face as I squawked and chirred, and only then did I realize that I had been holding my breath that whole time. I finally allowed air to circulate back through my lungs again and panted as I calmed. It was the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. Once I collected myself and pondered for a moment whether or not they knew what had just happened to me, I winched my head around and puffed, "It's my turn." My brother stopped licking his lips and looked at me surprisingly. "Okay," he said. "What do we have to do?" "First you have to take your shirts off so I'm not the only naked one. Then you have to jerk off each other, like you we're talking about before." I still didn't know what that meant, but I sure wanted to find out. "God damn it," Mike said. "I want pussy, not dick." I pivoted back around and sat on my ass cross-legged. "You have to! I dared you and you promised too! If you don't, I win and the game's over." Mike forcefully signed whipped his shirt off, "Screw it- fine. Hurry up, Kyle. Let's get it over with so we can get some more pussy." After Kyle took his shirt off too, I watched in utter amazement as my brother and his best friend stood face to face in front of me and using just three fingers each, they masturbated each other's hairless 12 year old cock. I could imagine how good it felt not just by their faces, but by comparing it to getting fingered by Tiffany. I figured it was about the same. Her finger is what popped my hymen, but that pain was fleeting when measured to the pleasure that followed over the next few months of our sex games. Now I felt like a whole new world was being opened up to me and it was happening all at once. Apparently the boys knew a lot more about sex than either one of us girls and I was learning fast. I would be able to teach Tiffany before it was all said and done. "Fuck, dude," moaned my brother. "You gotta stop or I'm gonna cum." "Me too," he said as he looked at my pussy, "Fuck. Your little slutty sister is driving me nuuutsss..." Despite their words, they really didn't look too eager to stop. It obviously felt really good. I wanted to know what "cum" meant, so I verbally jumped in. "Oh no, you gotta cum. You gotta," and I scooted up really close poised on my knees. Whatever it was, I didn't want to miss a thing. I got half a foot away and stared at this marvelous thing and I guess that pushed them both over the speed bump- first Mike, then my brother. A moan and a grunt later, their knees shook and their firm ass cheeks tightened as tiny spurts of clear jism spotted with white blotches spit out of their little cocks; squirting dollops all over each other and my face a little. Those small speckles went everywhere and at first I thought they peed a bit. I ran my finger over my face and studied it up close, asking what it was. It definitely wasn't pee. "It's cum. You're supposed to lick it. It tastes really good," said Mike. I guess I scrunched up my face at that thought and he said, "No, it's delicious. Watch this," and scooped some from his stomach and licked it. "Show her, Kyle." Then my brother did the same thing. "Mmmm," he said. "You should try some." To this day I wonder if they really tasted each other's cum or if they faked it, but at the time I never questioned that they had really done it. Okay, I had to find out, so I tried it. Now that I'm an adult, I can tell you that cum from a young boy tastes a lot different from a full grown man. It was basically tasteless, but I took it into my mouth anyway and without meaning it, I mimicked what my big brother did. "Mmmm..." I suppose I was just doing what was expected of me. I watched as their boners simmered down just a bit, and I was wondering if that meant they weren't horny anymore when Kyle said, "Now it's our turn again." "Okay, what's the dare?" I asked. Kyle said, "You have to lay on your back and spread your legs real wide and let us finger you." Wordlessly, I rolled onto my back and spread my legs out to my side's spread eagle. "No, no, no," Kyle said, "lift your knees up- keep 'em open wide. You know how a frog looks when you turn it on its back? Like that." I obeyed. My legs were as spread as I far as I could get them and took it upon myself to open my cunt mounds back out for them. "Okay, go 'head," I said. With my hands now occupied, I looked at my brother and Mike expectantly. Their deflating pricks youthfully sprang back up in seconds as they both knelt down beside me. Mike was the first to stick his finger in me. My pink tunnel suctioned his finger in and I cooed out my approval as he explored it. Alternating between wiggles and piston motions, I let my mounds close like a mouth around his finger in favor of playing with my clitty. I twiddled it about with my usual expertise, and while Mike wasn't as good at fingering as Tiffany, his finger was much bigger and that made up for it. "God damn, your slut sister is tight as hell," Mike said hypnotically as he fish hooked his finger and wiggled it. "And wet, too. What a little whore." "Lemme feel!" requested Kyle, sounding anxiously younger than he actually was. Hesitantly, Mike withdrew his finger and I heard a brazen sniffing sound, so I guess he smelled it. His finger was instantly replaced by my big brother's. I moaned out as he twisted it around like a cork screw, drilling me while moving it back and forth. It was distinctively different than the way Mike did it to me. It felt really good too though and the wetness in my pussy grew even more. "-You like that? Huh? You like getting fingered by your brother?" asked Mike, which distracted and irritated me. I only nodded as I continued my cooing and low moaning; all the while Kyle remained silently grinning. "Yeah, I bet you do, slut. I got something you're going to like even better. I dare you to let us fuck you." Wh... what's fuck?" I stammered through the pleasure. "It's when we stick our dicks in your pussy and move it like we did with our fingers- kind of. It feels super good. A little slut like you is gonna love it. Do you take the dare or are you a stupid loser?" Well, everything had felt so good this far and I certainly didn't want to be a stupid loser. "Okay. Fuck me." I simply said. It was the first time I ever heard or used that word. They didn't need me to say that twice. I laid there passively as Kyle removed his cunt-soaked finger and Mike mounted me, lining up the tip of his cock with my pussy. We were all watching down where our bodies met as he held me by the wrists, pinning me in place. Mike pressed his hips forward and I groaned out as his small yet ample 12 year old prick penetrated tight little cunny. "Fuck yeah," said Kyle. "Fuck her man! Fuck my sister! Pop her cherry!" Looking back, if I still had my hymen, I probably wouldn't have enjoyed it so much, but enjoy it I did. He was pumping as fast as his preadolescent body could go and I felt an orgasm building almost immediately, but much to my disappointment, he finished before me. The warm spray squirted inside me in little pulsating gushes within mere seconds. He slowed to a gasping stop and just lay on top of me for a moment, leaving me unsatisfied. "Come on, get off her dude! It's my turn!" claimed my brother. "Yeah... 'kay," Mike said as he pulled his dick out of me. Kyle got on his knees, telling me to get over on my hands and knees like I was before. He wanted to fuck me doggy style. I rolled around as fast as I could and presented my young eager ass at him before my hovering orgasm subsided too much. "Uhh..." I cried out as my brother entered me. He didn't build up at all, he just pumped fast. The slapping and slurping sounds were much more noticeable this time too. "Fuck me!" I groaned. "You fucking slut!" said Mike, "You're a fucking whore! You love getting fucked by us! Fuck that slut, Kyle... Fuck her good!" He sounded like a cheerleader motivating his team quarterback to victory. "You're fucking your own sister! Fuck that slut!" As I made all sorts of sounds, I sensed my orgasm quickly returning. I couldn't stand it. I had to cum. I dropped to my elbows and reaching back, I began to play with my clit vigorously with one hand as I enjoyed all of the dirty feelings racing through me. While Mike kept on shouting his approval and calling me a slut, my orgasm finally detonated, coursing throughout my body unlike any I had ever felt before. I screamed out uncontrollably and I suppose Mike knew what was happening as he cheered louder, "Fuck the bitch... fuck the bitch..." A few second later, Kyle laid his undeveloped incestuous seeds in me to mix with his best friend's. My winded brother slowed to a stop as I turned my head back to look at him, his cock still in me. I was ready for more. I wanted to cum again. "Someone fuck me some more," I wheezed out, forgetting about the game. "I have to wait... a minute... catch my breath," said my brother. "I'm ready for another go," Mike grinned. "Well somebody fuck me again," I replied, raring to go. "Oh you'll get fucked again. I promise we'll fuck you every chance we get, slut," Mike said. It was just in time for his mother to suddenly lift up the floor- hatch and pop her head in saying, "What's all the shouting about?" just before her jaw dropped. END If you like my writing, please look up Art S Healing here at the best site on the entire internet; The Kristen Archives. Also remember to donate. They are very generous to allow us such freedom here.