New Years Game Night

BY : Lennox
Category: +S through Z > Simpsons
Dragon prints: 16016
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons. The characters are the property of 20th Century Fox and I am not associated with the owners of the show. This story is a work of fan-fiction, was written for entertainment purposes, and is not intended for profit.

Chapter 1

      “Alright kids, I’ve set up Maggie’s room for you to play in. There’s plenty of food and a cooler full of drinks in there for you. Maggie’s asleep in her crib in my room, but the baby monitor’s still in there. If you hear her crying, come and get me,” Marge said before watching six children walk up the stairs, with Bart Simpson quietly mumbling to himself. It was 8pm on December 31st and Marge’s New Year’s Eve party was in full swing. Bart, Lisa, Milhouse, Allison, Jessica, and Nelson climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to Maggie’s room. They shut the door behind them. Maggie’s crib had been moved to her parent’s room down the hall. In its place was a table loaded with different kinds of party food and drinks. There was also a TV in the corner of the room. 

      “So now that we’ve pretty much all been excluded from the party, what are we going to do?” asked Bart. He was a little annoyed and he moved over toward the snack table, helping himself to a small sausage roll. Lisa rolled her eyes. 

      “Bart, we weren’t excluded. This is fine. Would you like to be the only kid at that party downstairs? You’d be bored out of your mind. At least we can have our own party up here.”

      “Oh yeah? And what are we going to do for our party?” 

      “Well I’ve got an idea,” everyone turned to Jessica Lovejoy. She slung her backpack from her shoulder and pulled the zipper open. Jessica pulled out a box. It was Truth or Dare. Four of the children approved of Jessica's choice of game, Bart and Nelson did not.

      “There’s no way I’m playing that. It’s for kids,” Nelson said. Jessica ignored him. She placed the box on the floor and started to unpack its contents. Two piles of cards sorted into Truths and Dares, a small rule book and an empty Duff beer bottle.

      “Come on Nelson,” Lisa said. "You can either play with us or you can be bored downstairs. Who knows? You might even enjoy it.” 

      “Fine, I’ll play," Nelson conceded. "Jessica, what's with the bottle?” 

      “I used to have a little spinner for this game. But it broke. Besides, I think a beer bottle is much more... appropriate.”

      “Great. So it’s Truth or Dare and Spin the Bottle,” Bart muttered to himself. All six kids sat down in a circle and Jessica placed the bottle in the center. She shuffled the cards and placed them in front of her. After she was done, she held up the rules. 

      “I assume everyone knows how to play? Because I’ve got my own little set of rules. They’re not that different from official ones,” Jessica had always secretly wanted to use her Truth or Dare set. Her parents bought it for her to play with her friends at boarding school but they had forgotten to take out the ‘adult’ expansion. Those cards, however, were still tucked away in the bottom of her bag. Despite her mischievous history, she was now actually trying to make friends. She didn’t want to jeopardize her chances by using those cards. Nelson raised his hand.

      “Um... I actually don’t know how to play.”

      “Really? After that fuss you just made, you have no idea how to play?” Jessica asked as Nelson shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t seem to care much about the game, but he cared more about not wanting to spend the night on his own.

      “Nelson, it’s a simple game. You spin the bottle and you ask Truth or Dare to whoever it points to. Truth means they have to answer any question truthfully and Dare means they have to do whatever you want them to do... within reason of course. Once they’re done, it’s that person's turn to spin the bottle and it starts again.”

      “But what about your rules, Jess?” Lisa asked. "What are they?"

      “My rules are simple,“ Jessica said as she opened her little hand-written rule book. “If you don’t want to answer Truth, you get a Dare. If you don’t want to do a Dare, you get punished. You can’t ask a follow-up question for Truth if the person has already answered and you can’t choose Truth more than two turns in a row. No Dares can be repeated for the same person. You can ask your own questions or Dares or you can use these cards,” she pointed to the two decks on the floor. “There are other rules, mostly to do with the cards. I’ll explain those as we go.” 

      “It’s a really fun game, Nelson,” Allison jumped in. “It can get a little embarrassing but there’s always a chance to get a little revenge. Now Jessica, what’s the punishment for refusing a Dare?” Jessica’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

      “I’m glad you asked that, Allison. If you refuse a Dare then you must remove an item of clothing. If you’re wearing it, it counts as clothes. And you can’t get them back.” 

      “What? No way am I taking off my clothes in front of you guys!” Milhouse protested. He never really got a chance to have a say in the game, he just thought it would be a good idea to get closer to Lisa.

      “You’d better do your Dares then,” Jessica smiled. She placed the bottle in the middle of the circle before Milhouse had a chance to respond. “Nelson should go first seeing as it’s his first game.” The bully looked a little nervous. While Nelson was secretly happy to be out and making new friends, he was still unfamiliar to the game and he didn’t want to be embarrassed on his first go. He decided that it’d be best to just forget his tough school-yard bully reputation and try something new for once. He reached forward and placed his hand on the empty bottle.

      “So... I just spin it?” he asked. Jessica nodded. 

      “Yep, and whoever it lands on you ask Truth or Dare. Truth, ask them a question. Dare, tell them to do something.”  Nelson gulped and spun the bottle. All six kids watched it go round and round. It seemed to take forever to stop. They watched intently as the bottle got slower and slower before finally coming to a stop.

      It was Allison.

      “Um... Truth or Dare... Allison is it?” Nelson’s nerve at the game was really starting to show. He had no idea how to react in these types of social situations. But Allison could see that he was trying and offered him a warm smile. 

      “Truth.”

      “Everyone chooses Truth at the start,” Jessica rolled her eyes. Nelson was a little taken back. He realized that he didn’t have anything to ask.

      “Come on, Nelson. Ask me something.” 

      “Alright... um... have you... ever... lied to... one of your teachers?” The bully was making the question up as he went along. But when he said it, he was secretly proud of himself.

      “And what did you lie about?” he quickly added. Allison was a little taken back by this question. She understood that Nelson didn’t know her very well, but she was just as good and honest student as Lisa was. She calmly shook her head.

      “Nope, I never have and I don’t ever plan to,” Allison placed her hand on the bottle. It was her turn now. She spun the glass container and it came to a stop in front of Jessica. The reverend’s daughter didn’t even wait for Allison to ask the question.

      “Everyone chooses Truth first. I’m choosing Dare,” Allison had one already lined up for her.

      “I want you to swap two items of your clothes for only one item from someone else. And you have to wear it.” Jessica looked around the room and eyed off everyone’s clothes. 

      “I would take Milhouse’s glasses, but it’ll hurt my eyes to wear them. So I’m gonna go with Lisa’s pearl necklace,” Jessica kicked off both her shoes and handed them to Lisa. The young Simpson girl was a little hesitant to remove the beads around her neck. 

      “But... but it’s my necklace.” 

      “Come on, Lisa, I’ll be careful with it.”

      “All... alright,” Lisa said as she cautiously unclasped it from her neck. “But I think that your shoes should count as my clothes, so I can still throw them in if I don’t want to do anything.” No one argued with her, it seemed fair. It was a trade of clothes after all and it was more in Lisa’s favor. As soon as the girls made the swap, Bart couldn’t help noticing how naked his sister looked without her pearls. She was still fully clothed but he seldom saw her without the necklace wrapped around her neck. He started to see her as an older Maggie. Jessica was true to her word and carefully wrapped the pearls around her neck. She reached forward and spun the bottle and it stopped in front of Lisa.

      “Lisa, Truth or Dare?”

      “Um... I’ll guess I’ll take a truth,” Lisa muttered. She was suddenly feeling very nervous. She had no problem with watching the others play, but now she felt her heart in her throat as it was her turn in the spotlight. 

      “Lisa, out of me or Allison, who do you think is hotter?” Lisa froze at the very frank question. Jessica smiled; things were starting to get interesting. This was a thought that had never occurred to Lisa. She knew just what Jessica was asking and she knew that no matter the answer, she’d still be embarrassed towards one of them.

      “Um... neither?”

      “That’s not an answer, Lisa. I said between me and Allison. You gotta choose one of us.” Lisa knew that she had no choice and Jessica wouldn't give in until she answered. Her eyes darted between the two girls. She was even more nervous now. There was no answer she could give that wouldn’t make it sound like she was attracted to one of them. 

      “Um... Allison,” Lisa sighed. “But only because she’s as smart as I am. And she didn’t frame my brother for stealing collection plate money.” Allison blushed a little at the praise. Jessica nodded and smiled.

      “That’s fair. Now spin up. Things are starting to get exciting,” Lisa spun the bottle and watched as it landed between her and Bart. As there was no clear winner, she spun again. This time, however, it pointed to Milhouse.

      “Tr... Truth.” Milhouse stuttered. Lisa was nervous before, but Milhouse could almost feel the sweat trickling down his forehead. He felt an instant twinge of regret. He knew just what she was going to ask.

      “Tell me, Milhouse. Why do you keep chasing after me?” Milhouse started to fiddle with his fingers. Now he could feel the sweat trickling from his brow. It didn’t help his nerves that the schoolyard bully was sitting across the circle from him.

      “Because you’re... you’re smart, clever, and intelligent... and you always look stunning. And here’s me, the constant victim of some schoolyard because I have to wear glasses and I’m none of those things. But you won’t ever give me a chance.” 

      “Milhouse, I... you know I don’t like you that way and I’m sorry about that. But that’s just how things are.” Lisa did feel sorry for Milhouse and it did hurt her to say that, but just like Milhouse answering her question, it was the truth.

      “Yeah, I know,” he sighed and reached over to spin the bottle.

      “Truth or Dare, Bart?” 

      “I’m going Dare,” Bart rubbed his hands together. “Time to mix this game up a bit.” 

      “Well, there’s a change. What happened to you not wanting to play?” Lisa asked.

      “Lis, if I’m going to play then I might as well make the most of it. Come on Milhouse, dare me.” Bart sounded enthusiastic but he secretly hoped he wouldn’t regret his choice. 

      “Bart, go to the bathroom and grab a cup of warm water. You have to sit here and pour it down your pants.” Bart didn’t hesitate. He stood up and grabbed a plastic cup from the table. This wasn’t the most humiliating dare in the world, he could do it. He ran his own words through his mind as he walked to the bathroom and filled up the cup.

      'If I’m going to play, then I might as well make the most of it.' Bart returned to the room with the cup of warm water in hand. He grabbed one of Maggie’s towels and sat on it in his spot in the circle. Using his thumb to pull the waistband of his pants away from his body, he slowly tipped the water over his briefs. He secretly thanked Milhouse that it didn’t have to be cold water. His blue shorts turned darker as the warm water spread across his lap and down his legs. It looked like he had pissed himself, with Jessica quietly snickering at the thought. But no-one said anything else about it as the young and wet boy reached forward to spin the bottle.

      Jessica brought her hand down on the glass container. She stopped the game. Everyone's eyes fell upon her. 

      “I’ve got an idea. Who’s up for making this game more... interesting?” Jessica pulled her backpack in front of her and pulled out another box. Inside was a bottle of Saké and several small cups. Jessica was enthusiastic about it, the rest of the children weren't. It was Lisa who spoke first.

      “I don’t know, Jessica. I’m not that comfortable with this.”

      “Come on Lisa. Relax. Live a little.”  Jessica handed out little cups of Saké to everyone. No one said anything and no one drank. They just stared into the small cups at the strong-smelling liquid. Bart was the first to speak. Even though he liked to hold the bad boy image, there were still some things that he would think twice about. He was surprised that Nelson, a boy with his troubled upbringing, wasn’t keen on drinking the rice wine either.

      “Well, I guess it is a party,” Bart said as he lifted the cup to his lips. All eyes were on him as he took a small sip. He felt the liquid warm slide down his throat. This was the young boy’s first taste of alcohol since his trip to France. He looked back at the cup in his hand. He coughed a little and he felt the warmth from the liquor. 

      “You know what? That’s not half bad.” Jessica smiled and the rest of the kids muttered amongst themselves and each took a sip... everyone except Lisa. 

      “Come on, sis,” Bart said. “Give it a try.” Lisa looked down into her cup. Everyone else had taken their first sips. But Lisa just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She brought the cup up to her nose, taking a sniff of the liquid. She felt a little-light headed from the smell alone.

      “You’re not scared, are you? Bruck-bruck.” Bart teased his sister, making chicken noises and flapping his spare arm.

      “Quit it, Bart!” Lisa snapped back.

      "Bruck! Bruck!" he continued completely ignoring the growing look of anger on her face.

      "I said quit it!" 

      “Bruck! Bruck! Bruckack!"

      “Alright! Alright, I’ll try some. God, you’re so immature!” Lisa growled at her brother as she picked up her small cup. She brought it to her lips and tipped it back to pour it down her throat. What liquid she didn’t swallow was quickly sprayed from her mouth. The young girl started to cough and splutter. Her eyes were watering and her throat was burning. Jessica and Bart couldn’t help but laugh at the poor girl.

      “You’re supposed to sip it, Lisa,” Jessica said after she had caught her breath.

      “You... could have... warned... me...” Lisa spluttered between coughs.

      “You’ll be fine in a few minutes. Bart, spin."

      “Alright, Nelson,” Bart said. “It’s your turn.” Nelson realized just how much trouble he could be in. He had bullied and tormented Bart and Milhouse for years. This would be their perfect chance for some revenge regardless of what he chose. He chose Truth after deciding it would be the safer option, but he knew that Dare would soon be an inevitable choice.

      “So tell us, Nelson. Aside from my sister, have you had any other quote-unquote ‘lady friends’?” Bart asked. Nelson started to blush and he began to nervously fiddle with his fingers.

      “I... uh... I don’t want to answer that,” he muttered. Jessica held up the rule book. She was thinking that it was about time someone broke one. 

      “Are you sure, Nelson? That means that you have to do a dare. What happened to that school-yard bully look of yours?” Nelson looked between Bart and the rule book. 

      “Nelson, you would have told us if the answer was ‘no.’ Is she here tonight?" Bart asked him. 

      "No," Nelson quickly answered. He cursed himself under his breath as soon as he spoke.

      "So it’s a dare,” Bart grinned. “Nelson, I dare you to pick a girl here and give her a kiss,” Nelson’s cheeks grew even redder. He was only good in social situations when he was the bully and conveyed some sort of authority. But now he was no tougher than anyone else in the room. He didn't have Jimbo, Dolph, or Kearney to back him up. It was obvious to everyone that he did not feel comfortable doing this. 

      “Do I have to do this, Bart? Is it too late to answer Truth?”

      “You don’t have to do anything,” interrupted Jessica. “Just remember what you have to give up if you back out.” Nelson sighed and nodded.

      “Fine. But nothing that happens tonight is to leave this room.” Jessica gave that a little thought before adding it to her rule book. 

      “I suppose some privacy is needed in games like this. What happens in Truth or Dare will stay in Truth or Dare.” Nelson felt a little better. He moved to his hands and knees and crawled across the circle to Allison. Before the brunette could respond, Nelson placed a hand on one of her cheeks and his lips upon the other. He quickly returned to his spot. Allison stared at him, her jaw open and her hand where Nelson’s lips had met her cheek.

*****

      The game went on as the hours slowly ticked towards the start of the New Year. All six kids had quickly started to enjoy it despite some of their earlier reservations. None of the adults bothered them from downstairs and Maggie’s baby monitor remained silent. But within the first hour, not every dare had been performed. Under the influence of the alcohol, the truths became more personal and the dares became more humiliating. Lisa had lost both her and Jessica’s shoes, and she had a sneaking suspicion that Milhouse was staring at her bare feet whenever she wasn’t paying attention. Nelson had lost his vest after refusing to have a pretend tea party with some of Maggie’s stuffed animals from the first Dare card that had been drawn. Allison lost her headband after she was dared to strip down to her underpants and wear a bedsheet as a toga. Milhouse lost his shoes after he refused to take a slap across the face from everyone. Jessica and Bart were the only two who hadn’t lost their clothes as a result of not refusing a dare. But when Allison spun the bottle and it pointed at the school bully, Bart took Nelson’s dare as it was one he could not refuse.

      “Have you made any prank calls, Nelson?” Allison asked. Bart grinned and stood up.

      “Nelson, I’m going to do you a favor and do this one for you. I know just who to call.” Bart led the group downstairs and into the kitchen. Marge, Homer, and the party guests were all in the living room. Bart picked up the phone and dialed a number he hadn’t rung in a long time.

      “Hello. Moe’s Tavern,” Moe answered after a couple of rings. Bart held the phone so that everyone could listen to the call. 

      “Yes, hello? I’m looking for Mr. Hunt; first name Mike.”

      “Hang on a sec,” Moe said before lowering the phone and calling out to his crowded bar, "Mike Hunt? MIKE HUNT? AS ANYONE AROUND HERE SEEN MIKE HUNT?” 

      “I didn’t know you had one, Moe!” Barney cried amongst the laughing patrons. The six kids around the phone had their hands over their mouths and tried to contain their laughter.

      “Wait a minute... oh, it’s you again you little snot-nosed brat. Well, when I find you I’m gonna poke your eyes out with my beer taps and squeeze lemon slices into the wounds!” Moe slammed down the phone and the kids roared with laughter.

      Back in the room, it was decided that even though Bart did the dare, it was still Nelson’s spin. Milhouse gulped as the bottle pointed towards him.

      “Truth or Dare, four-eyes?” he asked. The alcohol must have given Milhouse some courage as he found himself choosing dare. Nelson silently stood up and walked over to the snack table. Most of the food had gone, but he wasn’t after food. He grabbed two bottles of sauce and held them out to Milhouse. 

      “I’ve seen you glancing at Lisa for a while. You’re going to choose a bottle, squeeze sauce over Lisa’s feet, and then lick it off.” Milhouse didn’t even think to hide his secret fetish. He had a chance to get close to Lisa and he was going to do it. He grabbed the bottle of barbeque sauce from Nelson’s hand and knelt in front of Lisa. The eight-year-old was sitting with her legs out in front of her, but at the sight of Milhouse ready to pour sauce all over her toes, she quickly shuffled and sat on her legs. 

      “Uh-uh. No way. It’s not going to happen, Milhouse.”

      “Come on Lisa,” Milhouse pleaded. “It’s a dare and I gotta do it.”

      “Milhouse, you’re using Nelson’s dare as an excuse to get close to me and you know it.” Milhouse knew that Lisa was right. He was using Nelson’s dare as an excuse. But if he didn’t do it, then he’d have to offer up some clothes as his punishment. Milhouse continued to beg and plead.

      “Not my problem,” Lisa huffed as she folding her arms and turning to look away. 

      “Actually, Lisa, it is your problem,” Jessica said as she flicked through her rule book. She held the page open for Lisa to see.

      “If Milhouse is willing to do the dare, but you're not letting him do it, then you have to take the punishment for both you and him. That’s two items of clothing you’re going to have to throw away. And from where I’m sitting Lisa," Jessica smirked, "I know you’re only wearing two more things.” Lisa suddenly realized that she was only wearing two more pieces of clothing that she could forfeit; her dress and her panties. Jessica had her necklace and she lost both shoes long ago. Lisa could either offer her feet to Milhouse or go naked for the rest of the game. She sighed in defeat and she eased her legs back out from underneath her.

      “Fine, I’ll give you one minute. But you gotta get me some wipes first.” 

      “Deal,” Milhouse cried. This had become the happiest day of his life. He grabbed Maggie’s baby wipes and set them on the floor. He picked up the bottle and the whole group watched as he squeezed the brown barbeque sauce down onto Lisa’s toes. The spiky-haired girl shivered and jerked, almost kicking him in the face. Once both feet were coated, Jessica pulled out her phone and started her stopwatch. 

      “Your minute starts now.” Milhouse sat in the center of the circle and lifted Lisa’s right leg. He wanted to spend time admiring the view but he knew he was against the clock. He stuck out his tongue and dragged it over the arch of Lisa’s foot. Again, the girl almost kicked him. Even with the cold sauce, his tongue was warm and moist. It was almost tickling her as she could help but let a soft giggle escape from her mouth. Milhouse dragged his tongue up the arch and over her toes. He took care to lick the sauce out from between and underneath each toe. He did his best to focus on Lisa’s taste, but the strong tangy sauce was layered on his tongue. 

      “Thirty seconds," he heard Jessica say. Lisa’s foot was far from clean but he dropped it and swapped to the other one. He lightly sucked and licked each of her toes between his lips. When his time was up, he reluctantly pulled away from his last lick. There were still some sauce remains on her yellow skin, so he used the wipes to clean the rest off. Lisa had felt very uncomfortable during the whole experience. At least her toes felt clean enough when she wiggled them. But when Milhouse sat down, the group couldn’t help but notice the tent in his pants. He suddenly felt so embarrassed. Not only did everyone now know about his secret foot fetish, but they could all see the bulge that proved it. 

      “Ha-Ha,” Milhouse ignored Nelson and spun the bottle.

      “Dare,” Jessica grinned as it landed on her. Things were finally starting to get interesting and that was the way she liked it. Milhouse hesitated for a few moments. He racked his brains. He had a thousand ideas running through his head but he couldn’t decide. Jessica could see his eyes darting left and right, almost as if he were speed reading. But she was still getting impatient.

      “Come on, Milhouse. Use the cards if you can’t think of anything. That’s why I brought them.” Jessica picked up the pile of Dare cards and placed them next to the bottle. Milhouse picked up the first card. He read it, re-read it, and let a grin cross his lips. He placed it face-up on the floor so everyone could see it.

      “Jessica, you have to kiss one person of the same sex. And I’m choosing Allison.” Jessica looked at the card and shrugged. Milhouse was expecting a simple kiss on the cheek. But before Allison could protest, Jessica’s hand slipped to the inside of Allison’s leg and she pressed her lips against the brunette’s. To say Allison was taken back was an understatement. This was her first real kiss, and she didn’t even get a say in who it was from. But when she felt Jessica’s tongue slip into her mouth, she quickly got the hang of it. Everyone watched as the two girls made out in front of them, their hands holding each other’s heads and stroking their arms and shoulders. No one in the room took their eyes off the erotic sight. Never in their young lives had they seen this before. Jessica broke the kiss only to take the last swig from her Saké cup and kiss her again. The two girls shared the liquid between them before pulling apart for the last time. Jessica sat back down, very pleased with herself. Allison didn’t want to move. She just looked at Jessica, feeling light-headed from so much Saké at once.

      “Wow...” was all she could say. Jessica winked at her. She moved the cards and spun the bottle.

      “Dare,” Bart said before Jessica could ask. Jessica cursed under her breath. She had the perfect question to ask him if he were to choose Truth. Jessica paused for a minute. She looked around the room. What could she make him do? She spied Milhouse, who still had the tent in his pants. Licking Lisa’s feet and watching two girls make out in front of him had done nothing to calm his arousal.

      “Bart, your friend here looks uncomfortable,” she playfully pressed her finger against his bulge. She set up her phone again to keep time. “I’m going to give you three minutes to give Milhouse some... release. You can only use your mouth and you can either swallow or wear his mess for the rest of the game. If you don’t then you lose all your clothes.” Jessica had a wicked grin on her face. She loved it these moments, almost about as much as she loved them when they happened to her. Despite Milhouse’s protests, Jessica helped herself to the waistband of his shorts and briefs. She pulled them down just enough to expose his stiff boy-hood.

      “Jessica... that’s disgusting,” Bart protested. Jessica just shrugged her shoulders.

      “That’s your dare, Bart. Take it or leave it.” Bart didn’t want to give Milhouse his first blowjob, but he didn’t want to lose the game and be bored in his room either.

      “And why do I have to take everything off?” he asked. “What happened to only one piece of clothing?” Jessica shrugged. 

      “My game, my rules,” she said. Bart looked over at Milhouse. He had his face buried in his hands and was almost crying from the embarrassment. Bart grabbed his cup and swallowed the last of his Saké. 

      “Alright, I’ll do it. But this does not leave this room. And Jessica... you’d better hope that I don’t spin you up after this.

      “Oh Bart, I really hope you do,” Jessica smiled. She meant it too. It was how Truth or Dare worked. Someone would have to do something humiliating and then that person would in turn make them do something worse. As much as Jessica loved to put her friends in such situations, she couldn't wait to see what they would have her do. Milhouse had never felt more awkward around Bart. His best friend was about to suck his dick! What was he supposed to do? Just sit there? Bart crawled over to him and just stared at his erect shaft. He wanted nothing more than to move back to his spot and continue the game. He closed his eyes and reached out, placing his hand around the boy’s dick. It felt no different than his own. He heard Milhouse groan softly, which did little to help. Bart took a deep breath.

      ‘Might as well get this over and done with,’ he thought. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. On his hands and knees, Bart dragged his tongue up the length of his friend’s shaft. Milhouse’s yellow skin had a slightly salty and sweaty taste to it. Bart pushed it from his mind and forced himself down onto his friend.

      “Ha-ha! Bart’s a faggot!” he heard Nelson yell. Bart kicked behind him, his foot landing straight onto Nelson’s stomach. He knew that he'd have to dare Nelson to do something even worse than this. 

      “Bart, you’ve got three minutes to make him cum.” Bart ignored Jessica as she set her timer. His mouth felt stretched open as he sucked off his friend. He’d seen blowjobs done online and it always looked so easy. His jaw started to ache within the first 30 seconds. He tried to imitate what he had seen online while his family was asleep, but there had to be more to it than just bobbing his head up and down. He started to use his tongue over the head and shaft as he moved, prompting only more lustful groans from Milhouse. 

      While everyone watched Bart give his first blowjob, Jessica moved the cards and the bottle out of the way. But she shuffled back a little and quickly went through the cards. The adult cards had a small mark on the back so they could be told apart from the rest. She quickly went through both decks to remove the non-marked ones and tossed them in her bag. Next, she pulled out a small, clear zip-lock bag with two small pills inside. This was what Jessica would take when she wanted to feel really horny. She opened the Saké bottle and dropped the pills into the liquid. They fizzled a dissolved almost instantly. Jessica grinned as she replaced the cap and gently shook the bottle. She recalled those late nights when she would take one and become a slave to her own desires. She looked around, no one had noticed her. They were all still watching Bart blow his best friend. She looked down at her phone lying on the floor beside her.

      “Two minutes left, Bart.”

      Milhouse placed his hands on Bart’s head; it just felt the natural thing to do. A few drops of his pre splashed out onto Bart’s tongue, but he did his best to ignore it. Milhouse started to move his hips, bringing them up slightly to meet Bart’s lips. He could feel his friend’s tongue rub over his shaft, his warm lips squeezing it as he moved up and down. Milhouse had his eyes closed and tried to picture Lisa on the end of his shaft. It was her spiky hair he could feel, not Bart’s. It was her tongue and lips on his cock, not Bart’s. He had spent many nights rubbing himself to the fantasy of Lisa sucking him. Milhouse’s hand gripped Bart’s head and he started to hump into his mouth.

      “Oh God, Bart. I’m sorry...” he whimpered. He didn’t need three minutes. His cock twitched and he sprayed his boy cream inside the mouth of his best friend. Bart wanted to pull away, but Milhouse’s grip was surprisingly strong. Bart forced himself to swallow the first few spurts of Milhouse’s seed. His cum was slightly too salty for his taste, too gooey and sticky. Even if it wasn’t cum, the texture just felt... wrong. Bart pulled himself off as soon as Milhouse relaxed his grip. He still had some cum in his mouth. He rolled it over his tongue to give the taste a second chance. It was by no means bad, just more... unpleasant. Not the nicest thing in the world, but not the worst either. He looked at Milhouse before grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him into a kiss. Bart forced Milhouse’s cum into his mouth with his tongue. Lisa’s jaw dropped. Allison and Nelson went wide-eyed. Jessica grinned. It was a good few seconds before Milhouse broke free from Bart’s kiss, but not before Bart had forced most of the seed into his mouth. By the time he realized it was there, Bart was sitting back in his spot. Milhouse forced himself to swallow his own seed.

      “Bart, that was awful. Why’d you do that?” Milhouse felt sick almost straight away. Bart shrugged his shoulders.  

      “It’s your cum, Milhouse. I just gave back what I didn’t swallow.” 

      “Um...Bart?” Lisa said. "You’ve got some on your...” she pointed at the side of her mouth. Bart had a small white trail dripping down his chin that dribbled out of his mouth during their kiss. Bart collected it on his finger and, without giving it a second thought, licked it off. 

      “You know what... if that were a little less salty... it wouldn’t be too bad.”

      Jessica could barely hide her grin as she placed the cards and the bottle back on the floor. She lifted the Saké bottle and poured some into her cup.

      “Anyone want some more?” she smiled as everyone held out their cups for another drink. One by one, she filled them up.

      For Jessica, the real games were about to begin.



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