As previously, nerves were restricting my response, but I felt a definite twitch in my boxers as I looked. Down boy! I didn’t want to confront Sangeeta with my full, eight-inch erection immediately – better to build up slowly.
Sangeeta lost next, and this was, perhaps, the first test of how far she wanted this whole scenario to progress. Initially, her face fell, and I detected her tension. Almost instantly, however, there was a steely determination. She grasped the hem of her t-shirt, and with only the briefest hesitation, lifted it over her head.
She too, it seemed, had dressed for the occasion. Her bra was white satin, more restricting than Emma’s, but with a pleasing amount of soft breast overflowing the top. I tried not to look too forcefully, but Emma had no such concerns.
“Wow, San, they’re gorgeous. You always hide your figure, but you’re lovely. I’m like mum – skinny with big boobs. You’re curvy. No hard lines, just full and beautiful.”
Sangeeta’s face darkened as she flushed. “Th – Thanks. I never see myself like that. No-one ever comments on my body. All I see is scars.”
I looked, and there were, indeed, quite a few scars – some resulting from cuts which must have been quite severe at the time.
“Emma’s right,” I announced, “you look gorgeous. Your figure’s more full than hers, but a lot of men love that. Actually, I know there’s quite a few scars, but I didn’t notice till I really looked in detail. All I saw was a lovely, smooth body and perfectly rounded boobs.”
Sangeeta beamed. I suspect that she feared that, alongside her social-media perfect friend, she would be judged unattractive. Nothing could be further from the truth. She was certainly more curvy, and carried a gentle swell of excess fat around her stomach, but this did not detract from her beauty, and I was more determined than ever to make her feel beautiful.
I lost next. It had to happen soon, and Emma clapped her hands enthusiastically. Sangeeta, now feeling better about herself, seemed more prepared to see her first penis.
As I had before, I slipped my shorts off slowly, teasing, until my manhood finally flicked out. This time, I was already semi-hard, so rather than flopping down, it sprung out. “Boing!” Emma squealed in delight, and I saw Sangeeta’s eyes open wide, along with her mouth.
Both stared at the wonder before them. “I … I’ve never seen a real one before,” breathed Sangeeta. Emma and I stopped and looked at her. “It’s true. I’ve seen drawings in educational books, works of art and once on a TV programme, but I’m not allowed to see such things online, and in my family, I’m sheltered from all this sort of thing. I thought … I thought … well … it’s not what I expected. It’s nicer. Tactile. I’d love to draw it sometime.”
I knew she was a very talented artist, and was keen to draw, and was flattered. Some time, I would definitely pose for her. After all, I had often posed for Julia’s camera.
I allowed them both to simply stare at my member for a few minutes. Emma seemed as intrigued as she had on the previous occasion, and while I feel Sangeeta felt it was ‘wrong’ to stare, she found herself alternating between my eyes and the small black hole at the end of my penis. When she found no judgment or embarrassment in my eyes, she allowed herself to concentrate on the purple-helmeted tube of flesh directly in front of her.
Sangeeta lost again, sliding out of her skirt, to reveal that she, too, wore matching underwear and stockings. Hers was less sexy than Emma’s – just matching bra and knickers – and I suspect she had borrowed the stockings – but the effect was endearing. It also revealed her curves, making her look like those models who posed for Renaissance artists. I realised that the stockings were also a final covering for the site of her amputation, and Emma may have suggested this deliberately.
The next role of the dice would be intriguing. Either one of them would lose their bra, or I would get a forfeit. Any of these might prove a challenge for Sangeeta – especially if she lost, and I rather hoped she didn’t. I felt she was desperate to go through with this, but the wrong pressure at the wrong time could easily be too much.
Emma lost. I immediately looked to Sangeeta for her response. Again, her face darkened as she blushed, and I noted her breathing became short and rapid. Her fingers curled around the quilt, gripping tightly.
Emma, I felt, was deliberately over-playing things, trying to show that this was great fun and she was loving it. I knew being naked was no big deal for her, but I had still only seen her once – and she was a virgin, of course.
“Yay,” she smiled, “time to release the twins. I always find bras restricting. Don’t you?” Sangeeta nodded, politely, as Emma reached behind her and unclipped herself. Her breasts tumbled out, nipples proudly erect, turned toward her friend.
Sangeeta held her breath, then was unable to stop herself. “Your breasts are beautiful.”
Emma laughed. “Thanks. Feel free to enjoy them. Plenty of forfeits to be had.” She winked, and Sangeeta looked down, almost ashamed at Emma’s suggestion, yet, I felt, keen to take advantage.
I lost, and was greeted with a huge smile from Emma. She glanced at Sangeeta, and tapped her chin as if thinking. Then she said: “Your forfeit is to agree to a rule change. From now on, Sangeeta loses on odd numbers and I lose on evens. You get a forfeit every go.”
I had been totally stitched up. The only surprise was that they were continuing to play. I was not the only one surprised, apparently.
Sangeeta’s head shot up. “But we said it would be just him.”
Emma shrugged. “Yeah, but I’m enjoying it, and … well … I hope you don’t mind.”
I thought Sangeeta might object, and there was a titanic struggle going on with her inbuilt sense of right and wrong. Finally she looked at Emma, and her eyes drifted to the bare breasts and pointed nipples. “OK. I’ll try.”
Emma lost her panties, and I had another surprise. “You’ve shaved!” I exclaimed.
She grinned, the first hint of embarrassment in her eyes as she realised how exposed her slit actually was. “Yeah. I talked to mum about it. She said you’re not too bothered, but I thought it’d be sexy – and clean at certain times of month. I love it. How about you, Sangeeta?”
She turned her body so Sangeeta could see her bald pussy. Immediately Sangeeta looked away, then forced herself to look, gradually allowing herself to take in the vision of Emma’s pouting lips, which looked slightly moist and hugely appealing. “Yes,” she mumbled, “I can imagine it’s hygienic.” She could have looked away, but did not, taking in the view until Emma decided it was time for my forfeit.
“Make yourself hard,” she ordered. Not difficult. I took my semi-hard cock in hand and stroked, demonstrating how my hand rolled over the sensitive head, and achieved full erection, enjoying the look of utter amazement on Sangeeta’s face. I removed my hand, allowing my penis to swing free.
“That would never fit inside me,” breathed Sangeeta, “it’s too big.”
Emma laughed. “Course it would. Your vagina self-lubricates and expands – we learned that in science. As mum put it, ‘you might have to push a baby through it one day, so a dick’s hardly a challenge’.”
Sangeeta shrugged. “I suppose so.” Then she gave a small smile. “I remember that lesson. I had to force my parents to let me go, so I listened to every word. It was when I was fourteen, I think. Five years ago. That’s scary.”
Sangeeta lost. It was a big moment, and her hesitancy was clear. Her mind was torn. Then she reached behind her. She tried to unclip her bra, but her trembling fingers simply would not work. Emma leaned over, and while Sangeeta initially shrunk away, she looked at my naked step-daughter and changed her mind, turning her back and letting Emma unfasten her.
Still, her arms pinned the cups in place. “You know,” she whispered, “you will be the first man to see them. My parents insisted on female doctors and nurses at all times. Even when I was in Accident and Emergency after my accident, they would not let a male doctor see me.”
It was an astonishing revelation. I knew how important immediate care had been after Emma’s accident, and actually wondered if Sangeeta’s parents behaviour might have meant her leg could not be saved. I was fairly confident that she had wondered the same thing.
She lowered the straps down her arms, then looked at the ceiling as she allowed the bra to fall away. Immediately, she folded her arms to cover herself, then took another huge decision, unwrapping herself and offering us her breasts.
“They’re lovely,” I stated. And they were. Large, well-rounded, firm swellings, with deep-brown, wide areolae surrounding pert, erect nipples. I wondered if I might get to revel in their softness, knowing they would be wonderful to bury my face in.
Finally she looked down, towards Emma, and found her friend gazing in open lust. Emma had gone silent, but when she realised her friend was looking at her, she finally spoke.
“San … you’re gorgeous. I’m so jealous. I … well … I’m not going to say what I want, but keeping them hidden is just wrong. You should be so proud of your body.”
It was the right thing to say. Sangeeta visibly relaxed, clearly joyous at Emma’s appraisal. Her hands fell and her shoulders dropped, and she allowed herself to relax. I suspect she had been afraid that people would find her unattractive – especially with the scars which covered her body – but nothing was further from the truth.
I looked at the scars, briefly. There were many minor ones, and several more significant, one of which ran across her left breast, through her areola, barely missing her nipple. In truth, it made no difference – just added character. I wondered if someone had told her she was ‘disfigured’ at some point. If so, they were lying.
My next forfeit. Emma took the lead again. “San – would you like to touch it?”
Sangeeta stared at my erect cock, once again experiencing a major inner turmoil. She looked at Emma, who grinned. “I’ve touched it. It feels … nice. I’ll touch first if you like, then you can have the next forfeit.”
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