It was Ryan that talked me round. He made me feel better by telling me that I have a beautiful body that I should be proud of. He said that he bet that I was ashamed of my small breasts, and told me that I shouldn’t be. He said that most men really like small breasts; that all this talk about big breasts was just male ego talking. I decided that I liked Ryan. One night the following week after another night in the pub, we played strip poker again. I ended up naked again, but I stayed until there was only 1 piece of clothing left on anyone. Harry managed to keep his boxers. I spent most of the time that I was naked, with one arm across my chest and the other in front of my pussy; and with a bright red face. I was surprised that Sophie didn’t get embarrassed at all. When the time for her to take her bra or knickers off, she just quickly did it and never once tried to cover her bits. I got indian to see Ryan and James’s hard cocks and started to have dirty thoughts. That was a night for a couple of firsts for me. It was the first time that I’d seen a naked man in the flesh and the first time that I’d seen an erection (Ryan). When I saw Sophie’s bald pussy I didn’t feel bad that my pubic hair had never even started growing. To cut a long story short, we often played strip poker and I was so crap at it that I was always naked first, and for the longest time. One thing that came Hardcore out of the games of strip pokes was that everyone started wandering round the house in their underwear every morning (sometimes evening as well). I got used to seeing the boy’s morning woodies tenting their boxers. Sophie started coming down to get her breakfast in her undies as well. It was usually a bra and a thong, but sometimes it was just a pussyfucking thong. One morning when it was just a thong Harry called her an exhibitionist. Her response was to tell him to get over it; saying that he’d seen her naked lots of times, so just a thong was positively decent. I always wore a T-shirt and knickers and frequently wished that I was as brave as Sophie; or permanently drunk. Another game that we played a lot was truth or dare. It was during that first game of truth or dare that I revealed that I was still a virgin. Guess what I was dared to do quite early on in the game? Yes, I had to strip naked. Why was it that my first dare during each game was always to get naked? Okay, the other often ended up naked, but I was always the first one that had to strip. It was a good job that I’d had a few drinks. I was always the ‘embarrassed naked female’ trying to cover my rock hard nipples and bald pussy with anything that I could, whereas Sophie did whatever she was dared to do, acting as if she still had clothes on. I wouldn’t say that she was flaunting herself, or teasing the guys, just acting as if she was fully clothed. Two or three times that I watched her I cursed my upbringing and wished that my embarrassment would just go away. I remember one time when most of us were naked, Ryan was dared to French kiss me for 5 full clothed minutes while we were standing up. Ryan’s hard-on was pressing against my stomach the whole time and I got feelings that I’d never had before. Okay, I’d experimented like all girls, and masturbated and had lots of orgasms; but this was different. Usually, most women when they get married expect their husbands to be faithful to them and not whore around. "That's it... “There’s no kissing.” I answered, and turned to dad. Brandon started at her neck and gently squeezed his way up to her hairline a few times then out indian across her shoulders, digging his thumbs in wherever he thought he could feel a knotty muscle. He asked, "No" I replied jokingly as I pulled him to me and attacked his lips. Not knowing what you were driving home to and just how turned on you were has your pussy so wet that you were sure your pussy juices would leave a stain in the seat. Hardcore I shuddered, letting my orgasm die as I tasted my clothed lamia slave's presence. Now that Juliana was only wearing her matching pink bra and panties they did not seem to want to come off. “I know your appearance belies what you have down below, but I’m good with that. I reached back and brushed my hand up against a massive cock straining the fabric of her underwear. “We'll have to remedy pussyfucking that,” Justin said, a grin spreading across his face.