0 comments/ 356875 views/ 44 favorites Bet Your Ass By: LadyTabitha Another loud roar of laughter erupted from the dining room. Yumi glanced up from her English book for the third time, staring wistfully at the door that connected the kitchen to the more formal dining area. It was "Poker Night" in her exchange family's household. Mrs. Gillespie had abandoned the house for the night, off to see her sister who lived all the way across town. In his wife's absence, Mr. Gillespie took advantage of the situation, inviting over some of the men he worked with for beer, poker, and the football game. They'd done their best to keep out of the kitchen for the first hour or so to give Yumi a chance to study. But as time passed and more money was won or lost, the alcohol took effect and they began to forget that they were supposed to be quiet. Now that most of them were pushing well into being drunk, the celebrating cheers and merriment kept becoming more and more frequent. In truth, Yumi was torn between studying for her college exam and going in to join them. She loved poker, and had been one of the better players among her group of friends back home in Japan. It would be exciting to go pit her skills against several grown American men. But on the other hand, if she let her grades start dropping, she would find her scholarship terminated, and her visit to the United States would be cut off immediately. Yumi stared down at the page before her, not really seeing the words as she weighed the pros and cons of her actions. Another round of enthusiastic clapping came from the dining room. Excitement and curiosity won over all thoughts of study. Yumi slammed the English book shut and slid off the stool she'd been sitting on. Her grades were high enough in English anyway, and there would be plenty of time to study in the morning before class. Tonight she'd allow herself to have a little fun. Yumi didn't let her presence be known right away. She wanted to judge her opponents before she played against them. Creeping quietly to the doorway, she leaned against the frame of the door, her hazel eyes flitting between the players. A twinge of disappointment overcame her. Most of the men, Mr. Gillespie included, were too drunk to really play their hands effectively. Their actions were sloppy, and whenever they got a decent hand it wasn't too difficult to tell by the look of joy on their faces. But there was one of them who'd been smart enough to pace his intake of beer to give him an edge. He was the youngest of the men seated at the table, closer to Yumi's nineteen years than the thirty or forty years of his companions. He looked to be about mid-twenties, possibly younger, if Yumi was guessing right. The U.S.A. sure grew some good-looking guys, Yumi thought with a private chuckle. He was tall and well muscled, the kind of build you see on rookie football players or amateur weight lifters. She didn't realize she'd been gaping at his curly blonde hair and boy-next-door looks until he turned and winked at her, letting Yumi know she'd been caught peeping. His sly look didn't go unnoticed by the four other poker players. All of the heads swiveled her way, the room suddenly bathed in quiet as they took in the sight of her. Mr. Gillespie smiled drunkenly at her. "Is there something you wanted, Yumi?" He slurred, and her cheeks flared scarlet with embarrassment at being caught gawking. She stammered the first reply that came to her mind. "I, uh, I came to see if anybody needed a soda or something," she squeaked. "Aren't you a sweetheart?" Mr. Gillespie beamed. "No thanks, honey. The football game is about to start, and we're going to stop giving this man all our money and go watch. Want to come?" "Uh, not really," Yumi admitted. "I'd better get back to studying and all." "That's right," Mr. Gillespie acknowledged. "Well, you study hard then, Yumi. I'll keep the guys out of your hair." He rose from the table and the others prepared to follow suit, ready to abandon the poker game in favor of the big screen TV resting in the den. Sighing in disappointment, Yumi made a graceful retreat back to the confines of the kitchen. She opened her book again and tried to focus on the text swimming before her eyes. It certainly wasn't working for her, trying to study like this. She'd skimmed over only a few paragraphs when the football game began. The cheering started again, this time a little fainter due to the fact that the den was a few rooms away. Yumi groaned as she had to read, then re-read the sentences before her. This was going to go on for another two hours at least. It was going to be a long night ahead. "Studying hard?" The deep voice made her jump an inch off the stool she was sitting on. Yumi glanced up to see the blonde-haired man standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He was leaning on the frame the exact same way she'd been doing when she watched him play poker, a half-grin tilting up the corners of his full lips. Glancing down at his hands, she saw he carried the deck of cards from the dining room. Yumi glanced up uncertainly at his smirking face, unsure why he chose to wander into the kitchen. Clearing her throat, she jerked a thumb in the direction of the refrigerator. "Soda's in there if you want one," she announced. "I didn't come for a soda." He came over, plopping on the stool across from her, on the other side of the small table. "I saw you watching earlier. I thought you might want to play a game of poker while everyone else is busy with the football game." The man placed the deck of cards on the table between them. He made the offer sound personal, a private secret to share between the two of them. Yumi felt the beginnings of a tingle of excitement flutter in the pit of her stomach as she stared at the stack of wax playing cards. Then she remembered the huge pile of coins and bills the man had won off her father and his friends, and felt her heart sink in her chest. "I don't have any money," she confessed sadly, and turned her attention back to her English book. Yumi gasped, totally surprised, when the man reached over and flipped the cover of her study book closed. "That's okay," he said with an easy grin. "We can wager for other things." "Like what?" Yumi's curiosity was piqued. In Japan, they'd only played for fun or for money. What would this American suggest they play for? Maybe food? She'd seen a funny sitcom once where the bets were made in pretzels and potato chips. "Clothes," the man said, grinning at her even wider. "We can play Strip Poker." Yumi's mouth opened, then shut quickly, shocked beyond words. This man wanted to wager his clothes against hers in a poker game? He wanted her to take off her clothes here in the kitchen, with her exchange "father" three rooms over? The offer was both repulsing and exciting to Yumi. Despite the shock of the situation, it did make a little shiver of pleasure run through her body, making her squirm in her seat. Never had she imagined doing something so naughty! She glanced over at him, this time her eyes snaking curiously over his body. What would he look like without those faded jeans, or that silky-looking jersey? Yumi debated in silence, pondering over the desire to play and make him strip and the humiliation she'd suffer if she had to be the one to take off her clothes. The man took her silence as a "no", or he wanted her to think that he did. Gathering up the cards, he gave her another carefree grin and sauntered towards the kitchen door. "Enjoy your studying," he tossed back at her. "I'm going to go watch the game." "Wait," She barked, a little too eagerly. Her face flushed red again as he turned around, eyebrows arched in mock surprise. The chances of her winning were high. Yumi felt she had considerable skill in poker, and besides, she'd seen the three empty beer cans on his side of the table. Even with his skill, his senses had to be dulled somewhat, and she could easily overtake him. It would be so easy to seal the deal, and so it was time to up the stakes a bit. Giving him a coy look, Yumi waved him back over. "What do I get, if I win totally, besides seeing you in our kitchen naked?" The question tickled him the right way, obviously, for he let out a bark of laughter and sauntered over to the table. Setting down the cards on the table and fished in his pocket. Drawing out two twenty-dollar bills, he laid them on the table. "Forty dollars, cash money," he offered. She grinned, staring down at the money. Forty dollars would buy her a much-needed new outfit at the local mall, money she usually couldn't afford to spend on anything else but school. It was more than a tempting offer. "Deal," she chirped, kicking the stool across from her back out from under the table for him to sit on. "Don't agree yet," The man said with his lopsided grin. "You haven't heard what I want if I win, besides seeing you in your kitchen naked." Yumi stared up into his blue eyes as he leaned closer to her, bringing his face towards her own as if to whisper a conspiratorial secret. His mouth hovered inches over hers when he finally spoke. "If I win," he purred, his whisper a hot rush of breath against her lower lip, "I get to take you out to the garage there, and fuck your pretty little Japanese brains out, in any way I want to." She thought he didn't have the power to shock her anymore than he already had, but his declaration of the stakes made an involuntary tremble run through her body. She felt hot all over, like she was flushed with fever. It was a high gamble to chance. Yumi wasn't a virgin, having given her innocence to one of her boyfriends back home before coming to the States, but she certainly wasn't an experienced woman either. He was attractive, but to give her body as a bet? That, coupled with the thought that Mr. Gillespie might walk out at any time and catch them made it an almost impossible bargain to take. But there was the forty dollars, and the football game was likely to keep Mr. Gillespie occupied because she was certain he had more cash riding on the outcome. And the fact that she could smell the beer on the man's breath made her confident of the outcome of the games to come. "Do we have a deal?" He coaxed, intimidating her to make her choice by drawing his tongue over his upper lip in a slow, sexy motion. "Deal," she croaked, trying not to blush as she stared directly into his hungry eyes. Chuckling with admiration, the man plopped down across from her and pushed the cards across the table to her. "The first deal is all yours, Princess," he sighed, and settled himself across from her for round one of their wager. The first deal she made simple. "Five card draw," Yumi announced as she dealt out from the freshly shuffled deck. "Deuces, One-Eyed Jacks are wild." As they picked up the facedown cards from the table, Yumi suddenly realized it was going to be a little harder than she anticipated winning this deal after all. The man was hell-bent on distracting her from the goal at hand by any means possible. She schooled her face to be an unreadable mask, but inside she was bursting with joy when she saw not only did she have a pair of twos, but also a pair of Jacks. It looked like a promising hand, until she glanced up and saw his face. He was staring over the top of the cards with the same expression a lion has when it stalks its prey, his blue eyes boring into hers like he was trying to extract the secrets of her soul. She flushed and instead slapped her spare card down on the table, drawing another from the deck. He slid three cards over to her, and she dealt him three to replace it. "Lay down," she ordered, and they did so. Her spirits soared when she saw that the first bout went to her. "Lady luck," The man murmured, tossing his hand to the table. Reaching down, he grabbed the hem of his jersey, pulling it up and over his head and tossing it down to the floor. The fact that she was going to watch him strip was an added perk of the deal. Yumi's eyes followed every inch of the fabric sliding up, exposing more and more flesh to her eyes. What a wonderful body he had! She'd never seen its like. His tanned flesh was a cut perfection to her eyes, his stomach bearing the "six-pack" ripple of muscles, his chest a tight swell of toned flesh. She felt a rush of excitement, triumph, and lust gush in a wave over her body. The man's arms were defined even when he didn't flex, like the arms of a comic character. Noticing her watching, he grinned and flexed them for her, really making the muscles stand out in bold relief. Yumi drew in a ragged and quick breath, and her loins suddenly felt very tight and hot, a sure sign that there was dampness soon to follow. She squeezed her thighs together and felt a pang of pleasure zip through her, making her squirm in her seat. But then the man gathered up the cards, and proceeded to shuffle them. First round went to her, but it was time to get back down to business again. She still had forty dollars to win. The second deal was just as lenient. "Seven card draw," he announced as he shot the cards over to her. "Aces, deuces wild." As she went to scoop the cards off the table, a cheer erupted from the den again, and Yumi jumped nervously. It reminded her that she needed to get this game over fast, lest her exchange guardian find her doing such naughty things. Her reaction was not lost on her opponent, who laughed low in his through. "A little jumpy, there, baby?" He taunted. "Afraid he might come in and see your naked ass sitting here?" She glared at him, but the fear rested like a coiled snake in her stomach as she picked up the cards. Again she was blessed with a decent hand. A pair of tens and a pair of fours stared back at her. She kept the rest of the cards for good measure, carefully studying his reactions as he discarded, then drew. Again she claimed victory, but the reward this time was not quite so grand. The man stood up and carefully peeled off his socks, one after the other, exposing his feet. That left him with his jeans, and whatever lay beneath. Yumi breathed a little easier, since she was still sitting in her blouse, skirt, bra and panties. Only two more wins, and the money was as good as hers. Sudden footsteps sounded from the depths of the house. In one fluent motion, the man grabbed his jersey and his socks, slipping through the garage door. He barely made it out and shut the door behind him before Mr. Gillespie strode into the kitchen. "What's this?" Mr. Gillespie asked, pointing at the cards before her. Yumi's heart leapt into her throat, but she looked up with her calmest poker face and said, "I couldn't study, so I decided to play some Solitaire." Her guardian bought the lie, and he grinned. "That's good, sweetie," he boomed. "I won't bother you long. Just came to get more beer. Say, have you seen Max? He must've left the room while we were watching the game, because no one knows where he is." Max, Yumi thought to herself. That must be her opponent's name. "I think he said something about going down to the liquor store, Mr. Gillespie," Yumi lied, covering for him. "I think he wanted something else besides beer." "That sounds like Max," Mr. Gillespie grinned. "Always so picky." He fished the beer from the bottom of the fridge. The game must have resumed, for the men started up a chorus of calling her guardian's name. Mr. Gillespie dropped a fatherly kiss on Yumi's forehead, then stumbled out of the room, heading back for the den. After a moment's hesitation, the garage door opened and Max came back in. "Whew, good job there, Yumi," he said with a chuckle. "Close one, eh?" "At least I know your name now," she said sarcastically. Yumi couldn't see how this American could still be so happy, not after they had almost got busted. Her heart felt as though she might go into cardiac arrest, and her limbs trembled violently now that Mr. Gillespie was out of the room. "True, so there is a good side." Max plopped down in the chair and pushed the cards over to her. "Your deal again." Keeping in mind her goal, Yumi fought to get control over her emotions and shuffled the cards. It couldn't be. Yumi stared down at the results in shock. The third hand, a little harder one to win to be sure, but one she still should have beaten him in....and she'd lost. Her eyes flicked from the cards to his face. Max was staring at her, not laughing at her. His eyes were an intense blue fire against his tanned face. "What'll it be, Princess?" He asked her. "The blouse? The skirt?" His eyes looked pointedly down at her lap across the table. "Maybe a pair of panties?" Yumi hesitated a moment before pushing off of the stool to fork over her price. Her knees shaking with nervousness, fear, and a little excitement, Yumi reached in back of her and unzipped the pleated navy skirt she was wearing. The room suddenly felt about ten degrees hotter, or maybe her body was just burning from embarrassment. Once the metal teeth were all separated, it was an easy task to slip it down over her legs. She looked up and found Max's eyes riveted on the plain cotton bikinis she wore beneath, and the long expanse of tanned leg she'd just exposed. There was a raw look in his eyes, a heat that echoed the explosion of a blush that went over her whole body. "Nice," he acknowledged with a sexy little grin. "I think you'll look very nice naked." His words goaded her back into the task at hand. "Don't get too accustomed to it," Yumi said with a glare, folding her skirt and putting it neatly on the table. "It's the only thing you're going to see." He chuckled at her wit and glanced from her to the cards. "You going to sit down any time today, Yumi? We have a game to finish." Luck left her, for she lost again the next round. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him, fearing that he rigged the deal to make her lose a second time. They were even now, and he was looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her to lose her second piece of clothing. Growling low in her throat, she fixed her eyes on the floor as she unbuttoned the mother-of-pearl buttons on her blouse. She slipped free of the soft white cloth, feeling very vulnerable in just her simple white bra and her panties. Losing to Max was starting to be a double-edged sword. On one hand, she feared losing to him, because of the stakes that were at hand. She wasn't about to give up her body to just anyone. On the other hand, her own body was starting to burn with a fire that had nothing to do with embarrassment or shame. Each time she lost a piece of her clothing, Max spent long moments looking at her. With each piece gone, his eyes got hotter and hotter. She knew some American men had a thing for Asian women. But the way Max looked at her body made her feel like some sex goddess. She could almost feel him stripping away the two remaining fabrics on her body, and the odd thing was that she almost wanted him to. Staring at her clad in just her underclothes, he met her eyes squarely and reached beneath the table. Her eyes trailed down, following his palm. He cupped his erection with it, situating the half-inflated staff to a more comfortable location. Yumi should have been shocked. Instead, she felt a flood of wetness fill her sex, slowly seeping out to dampen the crotch of her underwear. Beneath the soft cotton cups of her bra, her nipples were slowly coming to life, aching in time to the throbbing of her hidden folds. She didn't know whether they were becoming puckered because of the air conditioning of the kitchen or the lazy need that was spreading through her body. Sitting back down on her stool, Yumi looked directly at Max. This time, emboldened by the feelings racing through her, she reached over and yanked the cards from his hand. The empowerment of her lust brought back a little bit of her concentration to her game. There were occasional shouts still from the den, but the thought of interruption no longer feared her. The game was all that mattered now, the goal so close now that they were on the same level. She triumphed again with a three-of-a-kind to his one pair, and got the satisfaction of watching him strip off his jeans. Max was incredible. He watched her face take him in, watching the admiration spread across her features as the metal buttons of his fly came open one by one under his fingers. He pushed the denim to his ankles, stepping out of them one foot after another and dropping the pants on top of the pile of already discarded clothing. Bet Your Ass Karen, Kathy, and I are smoking bong after bong of my best Thai stick as we celebrate her new apartment, only a block from campus. We are drinking Black Russians, and getting into an argument. It is heated, passionate, and ultimately futile, I think. "Men have no respect for women! They don't even remember us the day after they make love to us!" Karen seethed. "That's just not true! I'm sure Gary thinks of me often." pleaded Kathy. "So true. How could I forget her tawny hair, like a lioness? Or her beautiful eyes, sweet soft kisses, and radiant smile?" I boasted. "How polite of you. You could say that about dozens of women. But what makes making love to Kathy any different than those dozen other women? Could you tell her apart from another woman just by touch?" Karen said coldly, then tauntingly. "Well, not many women have pointed C-cup beauties like Kathy. I've never seen another little butt as tight as hers, either." I bragged. "God! Kathy, he's so superficial! How do you put up with him?" ranted Karen as she exploded with pent up anger. "It's true he hasn't said anything that would separate me from a mannequin of the same shape. Are you certain you remember what my loving feels like, Gary?" said Kathy, a hurt tone in her voice. "I'm sure. I'm certain, my love. I just can't put it into words." I tried to plead, soothingly. "Oh bullshit! You could no more pick Kathy out of a dark room of naked women than you can fly like superman!" Karen exploded. "I'm certain! I know my Kath! I'll bet anything!" I pleaded. "Me too. I know Gary isn't lying. I back him all the way." Kathy said confidently, looking like the ref at a fight in a hockey game. "OK, you fucking liar! I've had enough of you so-called 'men' making claims you can't back up! It's put up or shut up time!" Karen raged. "Cool your jets! Jeez, can't a guy say he loves his woman?" I begged. "Only IF it is true, and this time you must prove it!" Karen said coldly, adding "That goes for you too, Kathy." "We'll do anything! You are on, bitch!" Kathy said heatedly. "OK, then, here's the bet. I bet Gary can't pass a test to determine if he really loves Kathy and remembers her. If I win, I get to spank his naked ass in front of all my girlfriends while he apologizes. Kathy will be my maid, do all my housework, in the nude if I so choose. Both the spanking & the housework will be each week until I graduate four years from now." Karen challenged, dark tones in her voice. "But what happens when you lose? Are you willing to do the same for us? Or are you afraid to bet your own ass?" Kathy sneered. "Oh, yes I am, and I'll go you one better. I'll be your complete sex toy, since your sexual truthfulness is what I'm challenging, IF I'm wrong, which I'm not. So if Gary wants to spank me and then have me suck off all his friends, I'll do it without so much as a peep IF you win. Are you willing to say the same for yourselves?" Karen snarled. "Interesting bet. What's the test?" Kathy queried eagerly. "My bedroom here faces the alley. With the shade rolled down and the bedroom door closed, it's as black as deep space in there. Now you can tell the difference between Kathy's kiss and mine, Gary? You can or you can't. You can tell her breasts from mine, or not. Her tight little ass from mine? Her sweet pussy from mine? That's just to cover the mannequin issue. Now we get to the good stuff, the hot part. You have to lick us, and tell us who is who. You have to tell us who is blowing your supposedly big cock as we each do our best. Then, finally, you must make love to us, one by one, and tell us who is who. No grading on the curves, pass or fail. You can't put it into words Gary, but can you even put Kathy's name to her most intimate caresses? I bet you can't. I bet you'll get confused. I bet you'll call out her name while having sex with me." Karen taunted seething with vitriol. "Don't let her say such things, Gary! You love me, I know you do!" Kathy cried out, begging for me to refute the charges against, me. "Then prove it, Mr. macho big shot big dicked lover and rememberer of Kathy. Show her you'll never confuse her with anyone else." I was sweating. It was the end of summer, but as I looked back and forth from Karen to Kathy, I was scared as hell I couldn't do it. Not only would I lose the love of my life, but I had no doubts about the depths of depravity that. Karen would visit upon me if I lost. They were so much alike. Hair style, hair color, shape. They traded clothes constantly. Many people mistook them for sisters. Before I could speak, Kathy sealed my fate. "We'll do it, the whole ball of wax." Kathy said proudly. "What about you. Gary? Cat got your tongue? Or are you in too?" From far away, I heard myself say "Yeah, I'm in, the whole ball of wax." Kathy and Karen each took a hand, and led me to the bedroom. "You sit on the bed Gary. When I turn, out the light, we will undress. No hints, no moaning. We'll tap each other on the shoulder when it's time to trade spots. Gary can ask to repeat whatever we did, but each call he makes by name is final. Kathy & I will score it at the end, and announce the winner. Good luck, Kathy, you're going to need it." Karen instructed triumphantly. "In your dreams, slut. The first thing I'm going to make you do as our new sex toy is to make you lick out my sweet snatch in apology." Kathy said. "Why, Kathy!, I didn't know you liked that kind of action! Goodness me, the things we learn about our closest friends!" Karen teased. Karen snapped off the light, "Get naked and shut up my future slut". I stripped and sat down on the bed. A woman came to me in the darkness a few moments later, pulling me up to stand, wrapping her soft naked body around me, kissing me like a drought of romance in her life had just ended. Too soon, she pulled away, to be replaced by my sweet Kath, hungry, hotter than I'd ever seen her, insistent, but undeniably Kath. As she pulled away, I called out "That was Kathy." A woman ran her hands down my arms pulling my hands in the darkness to place them on her breasts, pushing my head down to suck on her nipples. They stiffened gratefully, as I move from one breast to the other, cupping them and teasing her nipples with my fingertips and tongue, sucking and licking them like a baby. She pulls away as a shiver runs through her body. I started right in on the other woman. After a few minutes, I couldn't tell any difference. She pulled away. I was confused. "I need a repeat." I said, to which I could hear Karen chuckling on the other side of the room. The first woman came back, nipples stiff, scent of hot pussy wafting in the still air from her heat. This was Kath! Because of the shiver, and the fact Karen went first last time, I would have guessed wrong. She pulled away, and my mouth zeroed in, drooling and slobbering all over Karen's soft breasts. I teased her nipples with my tongue, lashing out at her, in her impudence in thinking I'd confuse her with my beloved Kath! She pulled away and I said calmly "The first woman was Kathy." A pair of round ass cheeks rubbed against my stiff dick. I sampled them with my hands, squeezed them, and gratefully let go of them, having no clue who owned them. A pair of breasts brushed my chest as the next woman guided my hands to her butt. I did my full Mr. Whipple imitation, squeezing the Charmin, but still had no clue who was who. The dominate scent in the room was hot cunt, and I could no longer venture a guess based on scent. "I need a repeat." which led to Karen snickering as she stifled a laugh on the other side of the room. I pulled the first woman to bury her tits in my chest as I caressed her ass. I rubbed my cock on her buns, hoping to God it had some special memory of it's own about Kathy. I rubbed myself on her, gleefully indifferent to her identity. She pulled away, and I repeated all the same actions with the other woman. When she pulled away, I still didn't have a clue, and Vanna was not handy for me to buy a vowel, so I guessed. "The last woman was my Kathy." My hand was pulled forward to cup her mound. Her soft hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking my hard on. Her bush was shaved into a straight stripe of fur. Karen knew this one was too easy, so she tried to make me cum, fisting my dick frantically. She pulled away, and my beloved Kath took her place, her clit throbbing and fully erect. She stroked my tool, insistently, trying to make me pop off, shoot my wad. "This is Kathy." I called out to stop her, before she made me squirt. She came to me, pushing me down to my knees, moving her snatch over my face. I kissed all around her mound, using my fingers to enter her dripping wet cunt, licking up her excitement with my tongue. She had a big clit, and came way too quickly. She was pulled off of me, and I started in again, teasing the new thighs and ass with light caresses of my fingertips, teasing her mound, sucking her small nub, fingering her dripping wet box. I fucked the woman I knew to be Kath with my fingers as I licked her to ecstasy. I think Karen pulled her off, she sure didn't want to stop. "I need a repeat." I stammered. Karen practically howled in laughter. After she had recovered, she brought her wet snatch back to my hungry mouth, dancing on my fingers as I licked up & down, vibrating back and forth on her clit. She came, over and over again, until Kath dragged her off of me. I feasted on Kath, who surprised me by coming twice, stronger each time. "I need a repeat." Karen laughed out loud, saying "Well, if he doesn't know that..." Kathy cut her off with "Gary just likes eating pussy. NO dice, Gary. You only get to eat Karen again if you win. Now choose." "Kathy, my love, I didn't mean to offend. You know Karen was first and you were last." I meekly offered. Hands pulled me to stand. I was completely unprepared for the intensity, even fierce nature of her oral assault on my cock. She stroked me with one hand, tugged on my balls with the other, as she blew me. Her mouth sucked on me hard, as her head bobbed back and forth on my rock hard cock. Her tongue polished the knob of my rod. I couldn't hold back. I blew my wad, right in her mouth, which drove her to a freakish. intensity. Kath never let me cum in her mouth. She got up, and walked off. Another soft mouth closed on my cock, sucking me softly, insistently, but very lovingly. Her hands twisted as she stroked my shaft, making me fully hard again, stretching the skin taunt. I was convinced it was Kath, changing tactics just to be sure I never got to eat Karen's quick cumming quim again. She pulled back, leaving me fully hard, swaying in the breeze. "I need a repeat." I begged, greedy to have my cock sucked again by these two beautiful women. Nobody laughed. She came back, not on the attack, but slowly, lovingly. I was very glad I didn't choose earlier, because I would have been wrong! Kath blew me for several minutes. Karen finally took her place, and she went on the attack. She took me to the edge of climax, then she stopped. "The first woman is my beloved Kath." I declared proudly. She pulled me down to the bed, in the dark room as black as a coal mine. Her hand guided me to her slick channel, and she pulled me down for a kiss as I rammed my prick into her tight hot cunt. She kissed me hotly as we screwed, digging her heels into my ass, as she silently urged me to fuck her faster. I really put the boots to her then, and she came. Our tongues writhed like snakes in her mouth as I drove my cock deep into her spasming cunt. A tap on my shoulder told me it was time to get off of her, but I didn't want to let her go. She pulled herself off of me, and the other woman spread herself for me in the dark. My moisture seeking muscle missile speared into her tight hole, but she cooled me down, slowing the pace, kissing me deeply, guiding my hands to her tits, tugging at my balls and squeezing my ass with her hands. Hands came between us, separating us, and all I could think of was making love to the first woman again. "I need a repeat." I begged. She slid underneath me, digging her heels into my ass to drive me fully inside her, then to hold me there, kissing me frantically, and screwing me very slowly, very tenderly. She still came, grinding her twat into me. I knew she was Karen. Kath positioned me doggy style, the way she did when she needed a fast and furious fucking. I bounced on her buns gleefully, then without even realizing it, I was pumping her full of cum as we both came together. "That was incredible, Kathy my love!" I said as we collapsed on the bed. She kissed me deeply, while Karen turned on the white light in the bathroom. After the dark, it was blindingly bright. I kissed Kathy as she sobbed in my arms, my cock slowly deflating inside her. "You knew! You knew when it was me! I thought we'd have to be her slaves, but you loved me, and you remember me!" Kathy shouted with glee. "I'm sorry Gary! I -was wrong about you. You really do love Kathy as much as you claim. I just wish I could be loved like that..." Karen said submissively. "That means we won, right?" Kathy said brightly. "Yes, my love, it does." I replied. "Then,your Miss Sex Toy, lie down and eat my jism filled cunt! You may fuck the stuffing out of her at will, Gary my love." Kathy commanded. "I guess I better put out or shut up., huh?" Karen teased. "You bet your ass, honey!, Now stop gabbing & start licking!" she ordered. As I fucked Karen, watching her eat out my beloved Kath, I wondered if I had been set up. As she started climaxing around my shaft, playing with her clit as we screwed, I started wondering who I would invite to her first spanking. After all, she bet her ass. Bet Your Ass Hanna placed her cards on the table. "Full House. Nines over Threes" She declared with confidence. Samantha looked disappointed for a moment then a wide grin crossed her lips. Slowly she laid her cards on the table saying "four little tiny deuces" With that she reached out with both hands and dragged the large stack of chips toward her. Hanna said "You cheated. I don't know how, but you cheated." She just couldn't believe it. Four hands in a row and now all her chips were gone. Samantha said "Your just pouting. I beat you fair and square, and now for my pay off..." Samantha Paused for dramatic effect, then said, "tomorrow evening my brother is coming into town for the weekend." "Ick," Hanna said, "Not Pete, Please No?" Samantha ignored her, smirking as she continued, "The 3 of us will go out to dinner, and when we return to the apartment, you will let him fuck you..." "Ewww" Hanna interrupted "in the ass." Samantha continued undaunted. Hanna's face went blank. "Pete and in the ass." she stammered "I've never let anyone do that, and I'm NOT going to start with your disgusting brother." She folded her arms across her chest, gave Samantha a stern look and just shook her head. "It will be Pete and it will be in your ass." Samantha said "Remember our last bet, when you made me suck ancient Mr. Meacham's cock, right in the middle of the biology lab. Someone could have walked in at any time. He was more disgusting than Pete, and I did it because I lost." Hanna just smiled, she had to admit that was a good one. She uncrossed her arms and almost begging said "Come On. You got an 'A' out of that one. Please, don't make me do this, Pleeeaaassse." Samantha just finished gathering her chips then walked to her room. As she reached her room she turned and said. "Wear your pink capris to dinner tomorrow, they really show off your ass." Then she turned and pushed her door shut with an evil laugh. Hanna stomped her foot and re-crossed her arms wondering how she got herself into this one. Hanna and Samantha were Juniors in college. They had met the first day of registration their freshman year. Both were standing in line for dorm assignment, and struck up a conversation. They got along fine, and since they didn't know anyone else at this school, when they got to the front of the line, they convinced the lady to put them in a room together. The two of them were like peas in a pod. They liked the same music, the same food, even the same traits in men. Since they got along so well, the conversation naturally turned to sex. Both girls admitted to being sexually active but had no current boyfriend. This being the case they worked out a signal, so if they brought someone back to the room, the other would know they needed their privacy. Months passed and they girls grew closer. Samantha was seeing a hunk named Vince and bringing him back to the room occasionally. One night shortly before the big homecoming game, Hanna mentioned how hot Vince was. Samantha said he was OK, but just so-so in bed. Hanna said she'd like to find that out for herself. Samantha said "I'll bet you would." "Bet you say?" Hanna answered "Who do you like for the homecoming game?" "What are you saying?" Asked Samantha "If you win you get Vince?" "Well just for the night." Hanna said coyly. "And if I win?" Asked Samantha "I'll set you up with that boy I brought home 2 weeks ago, that guy definitely passed the oral exam." Hanna answered. Samantha quickly said, "Your on, but I'm taking our team" Hanna won that bet and Samantha was right Vince was only so-so, but the stage had been set for their little game. Sometimes, if they won they would make the other fix them up. Sometimes the would make the other do someone or something they didn't really want to do. They only bet a few times their freshman year but the next year when they got a two bedroom apartment, the games seemed to pick up. Now it seemed they were betting all the time. Lately the wagers have gotten more and more odd. Samantha had to blow Mr. Meachum. Before that, Hanna had to do the football mascot, while he was still in his suit. And before that Samantha had to get a boy to eat her pussy in the middle of the quad. But now Hanna had to let Pete, Samantha's 18 year old, pizza faced, skinny, gross brother take her anal cherry. Hanna pounded on Samantha's door. "Samantha, there's got to be something else." She yelled "I'll do the A.V. geeks. Come on. Cut me a break" "Your being a real tight ass," Samantha laughed "Pete will like that." Hanna heard Samantha's stereo volume go up and new this was a lost cause. The next morning Hanna told Samantha about the nightmares that kept her awake all night hoping that would change her mind, but no dice. Classes were difficult all day. Her thoughts kept coming back to Pete. She was almost positive he was a virgin. Obviously he wasn't going to know what to do with her ass. Well at least it would be over quickly. She smiled as she thought to her self he'll probably cum before he even puts it in. That was it. If he came to soon she had to be off the hook. It just might work. That night she dressed in a black lace thong, very short black skirt, and a low cut blue silk blouse with no bra. When she met Samantha in the living room Samantha looked her up and down and said "Looks like someone is getting into this." Hanna grinned and said "If he cums before he enters, it's his loss." Samantha snapped back "I see how your going to play." Hanna gave her best innocent look and said "maybe." Samantha left to pick her brother up at the bus station. Both her and Hanna drove little sports cars, so neither had room for 3. Hanna waited a few minute's then drove her car directly to the restaurant. She waited at the table only a few minutes, then Samantha and Pete arrived. As they walked towards the table Hanna thought to herself he hasn't changed. Same messy hair, pock marked face and sloppy out of style clothes. When they got to the table, Samantha took a seat. Pete walked over by were Hanna sat and reached out to shake her hand. Hanna reluctantly lifted her hand and he gave it a feeble shake. He blushed beat red and his eyes never left her cleavage as he squeaked "Hello Hanna." Hanna noticed one thing she'd never noticed before, a huge bulge in the front of Pete's pants. Quickly he let go of her hand and said "excuse me I need to use the restroom." Then shuffled off. "Same 5 foot 5, 110 pound geek of a brother." Hanna said "Be nice." Samantha said, "After all he is your date for tonight." She let out a little laugh. Hanna leaned forward and said "You probably didn't notice but I think he's got a hard-on." "Probably." Samantha said "You are dressed like a slut." then after a pause added "Besides I told him on the way over what you were going to let him do." "You didn't!" Hanna yelled, then caught herself lowered her voice and said again "you didn't." "I did." Samantha said proudly "I didn't tell him about the bet, but I explained that you wanted him to be the first in your ass." "I can't believe you." Hanna said. Pete came back to the table and both girls couldn't help but notice the wet spot on his wrinkled khakis where the bulge had been. Moments later the waitress came to the table to take their orders. She was a big 300 plus pound girl with stains covering her oversized apron. "Hello Hanna" The big girl said, "What are you having?" All three ordered, although Hanna ordered light, not feeling well as she continued to think about Pete and what was now only an hour or so away. "Who was that waitress?" Samantha asked "That's Annabelle" Hanna said "She's in my astronomy class." "She's big as a planet." Samantha teased. "She's also your next loss." Hanna said Samantha was speechless. Pete sat through the whole exchange quietly staring at Hanna's cleavage. As a matter of fact that's how he spent most of dinner. Hanna did her best to drive him over the edge again, leaning down so he could look further down her top, seductively licking sauce from her lips, and the ice cream for dessert was a treat for her and him. As soon as desert was over, Samantha said "I guess we should get on home, what do you two think?" Pete quickly nodded saying "Yep gotta get home." and got up to show he was ready to go. Hanna noticed the bulge in his pants had returned. "Damn" Hanna said under her breath. Then aloud said "OK.OK. You guys go. I'll pay, then be right behind you. Samantha and Pete went to her car, Pete almost dragging her to move her along. Hanna took her sweet time paying the bill, using the restroom, and strolling to her car, then drove the long way home. Samantha and Pete sat on the couch watching TV and talking over family matters. Samantha had changed into her flannel Jammies and Pete wore nothing but his robe. Pete checked his watch constantly. After a half an hour or so Samantha said "Relax, she'll be here." "What if she changed her mind?" Pete asked "She won't." Samantha assured him. Then under her breath said "She better not." Just then the door opened and in walked Hanna. Pete jumped to his feet. "Relax stud." Hanna said "I'm not ready yet." Pete sat back down but only on the edge of the couch. He watched Hanna's every sway as she walked into the kitchen and putting her purse on the counter reached into the freezer and pulled out the bottle of vodka. Hanna poured her self a tall glass, took a drink, then refilled the glass. She left the bottle and cap just lay on the counter, grabbed her glass and headed for her room. When she reached her room she looked back at Pete, who looked like a puppy waiting to be told fetch, and said "Let's get this done." then walked into her room. Pete leapt up from the couch and all but ran across the room. He stopped just inside the door. His jaw dropped as he gawked at Hanna. She was bent over her bed and her thong was clearly visable. He dropped his robe and just stood there. Hanna said "Well stud, How do you want to..." Hanna stopped short as she turned to face Pete and saw him standing there naked. It wasn't his nakedness that shocked her it was the foot long sausage standing half erect that had her speechless. "What do you know. Pete's packing meat." She stammered. "Close the door, and bring that thing over her and let me see." Pete pushed the door shut as Hanna sat back on the bed. Pete walked over and stood in front of Hanna. She reached out and began to gently stroke his tool. It quickly hardened to it's full length and Hanna was in awe. It was almost as skinny as the rest of this wimp but it was easily 12 or 13 inches long. "No way does Samantha know her baby brother is hung like this." Hanna thought. She stroked it a few more times and soon had forgotten who this monster belonged to. She leaned forward and took the head in her mouth. Slowly she slid more and more of his meat into her mouth. She could only manage about half, then started back out. "Wow." Pete screeched out, "Samantha didn't tell me you wanted this." Pete's high pitched voice reminded Hanna of who she was with. She removed her mouth from his cock and said "OK stud. How do you wanna do this" "My sister said you would call all the shots." Pete said blushing beet red. Hanna got up saying "Don't worry stud. I'll take the lead." She walked over and turned on the radio. Slowly she danced around him stripping off first her shirt than her skirt. She rubbed her titties on his arm and watched as his hard cock twitched. "Don't cum too soon big boy." she thought. "You wouldn't want to blow this chance." Wait a minute that was the plan. Snap out of it Hanna, She thought. That was the first time she noticed the heat radiating from between her legs. What was happening? Could she want this geek in her ass. "Yes." she thought "I kind of do." She sashayed over to her night stand and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. She said, "Lay down on the bed." He climbed into the bed and laid on his back with his hard cock pointing at the ceiling. "Like this." he asked. "That'll do just fine." she answered, unpacking the condom. She sat on the bed beside him and tenderly rolled the condom onto his cock. Then picking up the bottle of lube shot a generous amount into her hand then rubbed it all over his latex lined rod. She stood up and removed her thong. She reached her lubed hand around and poked the tip of her finger into her ass to lube it up a little. "Are you ready?" She asked as she climbed back onto the bed and straddled Pete. "Oh Yeah! Really Ready." said Pate. "Remember what your sister told you." said Hanna "I'm calling the shots. Don't you dare cum til I say to." "I'll try." He promised. Hanna moved into position and put the head of his dick against her virgin asshole. Slowly she eased down pushing harder and harder but it just wouldn't go in. A little more pressure had Hanna thinking maybe this just wasn't going to work. A little more pressure and Hanna was thinking it just won't fit. Suddenly the head popped in. Hanna froze. The pain was much more intense then she had imagined. She didn't move as her sphincter involuntarily contracted around the invader, causing the pain to increase even more. Pete started to push his hips up. "No. No. No. Please just hold still." Hanna begged. Pete did as he asked and held perfectly still. After what seemed like an eternity to both of them Hanna's sphincter began to loosen up. Hanna knew from stories she had heard that the pain would ease up too. Slowly she began easing more and more of his cock into her tight ass. It took some time but his long dick finally hit bottom. Hanna could take no more. "God your cock is tearing me in two." she moaned. "I'm sorry." Pete squeaked. "Don't be." was all she said as she began to withdraw her ass from his cock. Out she moved until only the head was still in, then back in until he bottomed out again. The pain was starting to ease and was quickly being replaced with a full feeling that felt so good. Hanna began moving in and out faster. The thought of fucking her own nasty ass with her best friend's icky little brother's cock was really turning her on. She thought it should be making her ill but it was making her hotter and wetter. Her pace kept picking up until she was ramming Pete's cock in and out of her ass with blind abandon. Suddenly she realized she needed something in her pussy. She kept fucking Pete with her ass and reached down and stuck a finger and then two in her own pussy. Just a few strokes of her fingers in her pussy coupled with Pete's strokes in her ass pushed Hanna over the edge. Her orgasm shot through her like lightening. "Oh god." Hanna moaned "Do it! Cum in my Ass!" It took a couple more strokes but Pete did what he was told. With a grunt he began filling the condom with his seed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Hanna panted as she rode his cock through their mutual orgasms. Hanna slowed her bouncing on his cock as her powerful orgasm began to pass. She collapsed down onto his chest. She laid there for a minute feeling his cock softening in her ass. Hanna leaned down and kissed him letting her tongue dance with his. That's when she remembered that this was Pete and quickly pulled her mouth away. Looking down into his face she saw someone new. He still was pock marked but he wasn't completely ugly. And was a pretty good kisser. Hanna leaned down and kissed him passionately again. This time when she broke the kiss she said "That was pretty damn good stud." and slowly pulled off his still softening cock letting it flop down on his belly then she climbed off the bed. "Thank you." Pete said "The pleasure was mine." she said reaching down and putting on Pete's robe. Quickly she grabbed a deck of cards and headed out to the living room. "How was it?" Samantha giggled as Hanna came around the edge of the couch. Hanna threw the cards at Samantha and flopped down on the couch saying "Fuck you. Deal. I feel like getting even." Samantha said "I'm sorry. Hey if your wearing Pete's robe what's he going to wear?" "There's some nice dresses in my closet." Hanna snapped "Now deal." "OK!" Samantha said as she started shuffling "But if I win, tomorrow Pete gets your pussy...bareback." Hanna had to hide a smile. She was thinking about doing that anyway. Twenty minutes and several hands later, Hanna laid down a nine high straight. Samantha knew she was beat and threw in her cards. "You win." she said "what's my penalty?" "This ones a surprise." Hanna said "but it's happening tonight." she grinned and picking up her cell phone walked toward the kitchen. Before Hanna got out of ear shot Samantha heard her say "Hello Annabelle. It's on. Get on over to my place right away."