1 comments/ 29373 views/ 0 favorites Games By: Georgepat "Hi, my names George, what's yours?" I asked, as the band played an especially loud number in the small crowded bar. "Julie." She shouted back at me. "Do you come here often?" "No, first time here. I'm from out of town." "Really? Where you from?" "Virginia. I live in a very small town in the mountains." I replied. "Would you like another drink?" "Yes, that would be nice." I finally cornered a waitress and placed my order, telling her to bring them to my corner booth. "Have a seat, Julie." "Thanks, don't mind if I do. I'm tired of standing anyway." She replied. The band took a well-deserved break and we were able to talk at a normal decibel level for a change. She was a pretty woman, blond with twinkling eyes and a smile that set you right at ease. Her eyes were green and speckled with tiny gold colored flecks. Her breasts were medium sized and I had already determined that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her ass was solid looking and if truth be told, was what had attracted me in the first place. I saw the ring on her left hand and knew she was married and wondered where her husband was. "Out of town." She said, answering my unasked question. "Pardon me." "My husbands out of town for the next few days; I saw you looking at my ring." "Oh, ok, for a minute there I thought you might be a mind reader." I said, smiling at her. "I am, sometimes." She said, "In fact, I bet that I can tell you what's on your mind right now." "Ok, I'll bite, what's on my mind right now?" "You're wondering if I'm here to pick up a man for a little husband away fun. Aren't you?" "Ah, well, that's sort of what I was thinking, yes." "Ok then, I'll be more specific this time." She said, as she placed her hand on my arm and looked me straight in the eyes. "You're wondering if I'm going to let you fuck me tonight." I sat there stunned. Sure, I wanted to fuck her, and with her face and body, who wouldn't? I was momentarily taken aback by her bluntness but quickly decided that I had nothing to lose, so I gave it my best shot. "Your exactly right, Julie. Are you?" "If you just want to fuck me, no, that isn't going to happen. But if you'd be willing to play a few, shall we say, games with me, then there's a very good chance that before the nights over, you will have buried your cock in me several times." "Games?" I asked, "What kind of games do you mean?" "Nothing that you won't want to do, George, in fact, I think you'll enjoy them as much as I will." "Ok, Julie, I'm game, when do we start?" "Right now, George, we start right now." She said with a very lascivious look in her eyes, "I'm going to get up in a minute and go to the ladies room. I want you to wait five minutes and then follow me there. I'll be in one of the stalls waiting for you." "But, won't there be other women in there?" I asked with what I'm sure was a stupid look on my face. "How am I going to do that?" "If you want to fuck me bad enough, you'll figure a way." She replied, as she got up and walked towards the back of the bar, my eyes following every step she took. Five minutes is normally a short amount of time. But it's not that short when you've been tasked to do something that you probably shouldn't do in the first place and have no idea how you're going to accomplish it anyway. I looked at my watch and then sucked in my breath and stood. I glanced around and no one was paying me the least bit of attention as I started to walk to the back of the bar and the restrooms. The women's room door appeared before me and as I was reaching for the handle, it opened and an older woman walked out, almost colliding into me. "Sorry Madam," I said. "I think I've had too much to drink. I'm looking for the men's room." "It's right behind you, you damn drunk." She said with great contempt as she walked away in a huff. I slowly opened the door a few inches and saw that the room was empty as far as I could see. I entered quickly and walked to the first of the three stalls. "Julie?" I whispered, "Where are you?" I heard a light tap on the last stall that was next to the wall and walked over to it. I didn't hesitate because I was afraid that at any minute some woman would walk through the door and catch me in there. I opened the stall door and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. I turned and she was there with a big grin on her face. "I knew you'd find a way, George." She said, as she threw her arms around me and pressed her body tight against me. She raised her face to mine and I leaned down and kissed her lips. Her tongue worked between my lips and rubbed across my teeth. I opened my mouth slightly and she wasted no time in finding my own tongue. I dropped my hands and cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed softly. She moaned into my mouth and held me tighter. I could feel that her nipples were becoming hard and I wanted so badly to put my hands on them and feel her breasts. She broke the embrace and grinned wickedly at me as she stepped on top of the closed toilet and started to unbutton her pants. My face was almost level with her crotch and I held my breath as I watched her slide her jeans down her legs to her feet. I gasped when I saw that she also wasn't wearing panties, her furry bush right in front of my face. "Do you like to eat pussy, George?" She asked, as she put her hands down and pulled open the lips of her pussy for my inspection. "I hope you do because there's nothing I like better than to have my pussy eaten." I could smell her arousal as I put my hands on the back of her ass and slowly massaged her cheeks. I could see small glistening drops of her juice slowly seeping from her vagina and trickling down her thighs as I moved my face closer and closer to her pussy. I made contact with her engorged clit and I felt her shudder as I slowly ran my tongue around the stiff little nub, using my lips to tug on it. I removed one of my hands from her ass and ran a finger up and down her wet slit, her body already starting to quiver as my mouth and finger preformed their magic on her cunt. "Oh yes," She moaned softly, "Finger me as you lick my pussy, George, God, it feels so good." Her hips were rocking back and forth as I added another finger to the mix and started to inch the tips of my fingers into her hot, hungry hole. I started a regular rhythm of in and out with my fingers as my tongue and lips licked, swirled and sucked on her clit. "Jesus, George, you sure know how to make my clit happy. Oh yes, please keep doing that." I turned my palm over so that it was facing upwards and used two fingers to reach up to the top of her pussy and find her G spot. I knew I had hit it because she started to moan and shake uncontrollably, her hips pushing hard against me hand. "I'm going to cum, George; I'm going to cum hard...right now!" I felt her pussy muscles tighten around my tickling fingers and saw her cum squirt out around my hand and then slowly drip to the floor. She pulled my face tight against her pussy and I gave her clit one last lick and then pulled my head back and looked up at her. "Did you enjoy that, Julie?" "Oh yes, that was just great. I needed that badly, George. God, my pussy is still tingling from your fingers and tongue." "I'm glad that I was able to get you off like that. I didn't know that you were going to squirt though." "I've never had that happen. I swear, George. I don't know what you did to me but damn, it felt fucking good. And look at me, I'm soaking wet. Will you hand me some tissues please?" I pulled a handful of tissues off the roll and handed them to her. She wiped her thighs and inner legs and then rubbed it across her wet pussy, soaking up most of her juices. She handed the paper to me but I just put it in my back pocket and then licked my wet fingers and hand until I had cleaned her cum from them. She pulled her jeans back up and fastened then and I helped her step down. She put her arms around me and kissed me quickly and then opened the stall door and walked out. "See you back at the booth, George." She said, as the door to the woman's room closed behind her. ** ** ** ** ** I finally made it back to our booth without raising any alarms or running in to any more women coming into the bathroom. I sat down and picked up my beer which had grown warm in our absence. "I ordered another round for us." Julie said. "You deserve a beer or two." The drinks arrived and soon we were deep in another conversation about her 'games'. "So, what s the next one to be, Julie?" I asked. "You'll see." She said, as she got up and walked over to the stage and said something to one of the musicians. She turned and walked back towards me and held out her hand. "Let's dance, George." The band started to play an old slow instrumental tune that I recognized and I stood and walked her to the center of the floor, took her in my arms and we began to dance. I held her close and could feel her breasts pressing against my chest as we swayed on the floor. I put my head down and kissed her softly on the side of her neck and then on the lobe of her ear. I heard her intake of breath and she kissed me on my neck too. I dropped my hands to her ass and pulled her hips against the growing bulge in my pants. As we danced, she slowly gyrated her hips against my cock. The lights suddenly dimmed and a single multi faceted party light started to bounce tiny points of light around the room. She pulled her hips away from my body and her hand went between us and unzipped my jeans. She expertly fished my cock out of my pants and began to stroke me as we danced. "What are you doing?" "Relax and enjoy it George, no one can see us as dark as it is." "But the lights will be back on in a few minutes." I said, "Then what? I don't want to be caught with my dick out." "Oh, I expect you'll have cum by the time they come back on." Her soft, warm hand stroking my cock in the darkened room with dozens of people around us and knowing that we could be caught at any second, seemed to be a great turn on for her and as it turned out, for me also. I got into what she was doing to my cock and let both the music and her hand take over my life for a little while. "Does it feel good, George?" She asked, as she steadily stroked my cock; my breath coming in ragged gasps as she brought me to the brink of orgasm. "Yes, yes, it feels so good. Don't stop, I'm almost there." I said, as I opened the distance between us to allow her hand more freedom to make me cum. "Tell me when you're ready to cum, George; I don't want you to shoot off all over our clothes" She squeezed her hand tighter around my cock and increased her tempo; my balls tightened and I felt that familiar feeling building up. "Now, Julie, oh yes, I'm cumming now." She pulled away from me but never let go of my cock, nor did she stop stroking it. She bent at her waist and placed her mouth over the end of my cock just as the first hot spurt streamed out. I felt her mouth sucking greedily as I emptied my balls; my knees became so weak and wobbly that I grabbed at her shoulders to remain upright. I had just stuffed my rapidly shrinking cock back into my jeans when the lights came back on and the band started another, much faster song. Julie looked at me and smiled, then turned and walked back to the booth. I checked to be sure I was put back properly and joined her. "What is it with you and sex in public places?" I asked, "I'm certainly not complaining, but it sort of scares me. I'm sure that there must be laws about that kind of shit." "George, it's a fucking turn on for me. It makes my pussy so wet, knowing that at any minute I could be caught. It makes me almost, hell, I have cum in my panties, knowing that there are people all around me; that if they really looked, they'd see what I was doing, right under their noses. "Now that you understand me a little better, are you ready for another game George, or do you want to call it quits?" "I have never been a quitter, Julie, and I don't intend to start now. I do need to have a couple of beers though and then after that, let's play!" As we sat there drinking our beers, she took the opportunity to unbutton two buttons on her shirt and spread the material apart slightly. I could see the beginnings of her breasts and when she turned sideways for a second, I saw that her breast looked as good as I had originally thought. "Let's go out to the parking lot, George. Maybe we can find something to do out there." We got up and I tossed a few bucks on the table, put my hat on and we walked out of the door into the warm, darkness of the lot. I led her to my truck and put the tailgate down for us to sit on. The sky was clear with no moon and there must have been a million stars twinkling above us. There was enough light for us to see each other but I didn't think that to a casual observer we could be seen unless they walked right next to us. Sitting there, staring at the stars, she laid her head on my shoulder and sighed. I put my arm around her and gave her a hug, then kissed the top of her head. "Julie, may I ask you a question?" "Sure, what is it?" "These games of yours, have you ever played them with your husband?" "No, I haven't. He doesn't understand my.. my needs. I've tried to explain, but he just turns a deaf ear. "George, I love my husband very much. He's a good provider and treats me like a queen. But when it comes to sex, and I guess I have myself to blame, he just doesn't have a clue. He's not willing to try anything new or even let me do the things that I love to do to a man. "Look, I've known you now for what, a couple of hours? Already you've eaten my pussy in a stall in the woman's room and I've swallowed your cum after jacking you off in the middle of a goddamn dance floor. It would never occur to him to even consider doing something like that with me or anyone else for that matter. "Sex to him, is the once or twice a month chore that he thinks will keep me happy, and George, it doesn't." I didn't know exactly what to say and sometimes saying nothing is the best course, so I just squeezed her shoulder and kissed the top of her head again. "I don't do this very often; maybe once or twice a year when he goes out of town for his business meetings and only then if I'm really very horny. Most of the time I stay at home and read sex stories or watch a porno flick on the tube and then them fuck myself silly with my vibrator. "I'm generally a very good judge of character and have never been disappointed in my choice of playmates. That's why I decided on you, the minute you walked in the door. I could tell that you'd be receptive to my needs, and sure enough, within the first two minutes of our conversation, I knew that you were the one. "That's enough talk for now George, are you ready to play another game?" ** ** ** ** ** Julie slid off the tailgate and began to unbutton the last few buttons her shirt and then pulled it out of her jeans. She shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and stood there facing me; her breasts proudly on display. They were larger than I had originally thought and her nipples were large and stiff. She cupped her breasts with her hands and as her forefingers flicked across her nipples, she drew a sharp breath. "Do you like them, George?" She said, as she bounced them up and down. "Hell yes, Julie, they're beautiful." She stepped closer to me and I took them in my hands. She sighed and watched me as I gently rolled her nipples between my fingers. I leaned over and took one of her hard nipples in my mouth, my tongue licking around her areole. She put her hand on the back of my head, pulling me tight against her breast. "Suck it, George, suck on my tits." As I was busy with her tits, I saw her reach down and unbutton her jeans and then tug them down her legs. She turned us around and sat down on the tailgate again. "Pull my jeans off of one leg, George." I did as she asked as quickly as I could. She reached for my belt and drew me closer to her then unbuttoned my jeans. I pushed them down around my knees; my cock was as hard as a diamond and almost bursting from my underwear. "Take your cock out, George. I want to see it." I looked around the parking lot and except for a stray dog, saw no one around. I could hear the bass beat from the band inside and figured that as long as they continued to play, we would be undisturbed. I took it in my hand a started to slowly stroke it in front of Julie. She put her hand out and rubbed a small drop of precum that was glistening at the tip and then put it in her mouth and licked it off with her tongue. "Do you want to fuck me, George?" She asked. "Do you want to stick that cock of yours deep in my cunt and fuck me hard?" "Oh God, yes!" I exclaimed. "Bring it on then." She said as she patted her pussy with her hand and smiled at me. I placed the head of my cock against her wet slit and rubbed it up and down several times, coating it with her juice. I found the entrance to her core and slowly slid my hard cock inside her. She scooted further down on the tailgate, allowing my cock to go deeper in her pussy. "Does that feel good?" "Oh, yes, it sure does, George, I love the way you're filling my pussy with your big cock." "God, you have a tight pussy." I said, as I picked up my pace and started to stuff my cock deep in her cunt. "Mmmmm, it feels so good when you push deep in me. Do it harder now, George." I could feel my balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass as my cock repeatedly stabbed in and out of her cunt. I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard on it. "Fuck me harder, George, fuck me," she urged, "I'm close George, I'm so fucking close." My cock felt ready to explode; the friction from her tight cunt was making it feel extremely good and I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I came. "Oh, oh, ohhhh, Give it to me, George, cum for me, baby, shoot your cum in my pussy when your ready." I let go of her nipple and drove my cock as far inside her pussy as I could push it. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer still. I knew it was starting when my balls tingled and contracted, my cum was on its way. "Now, Julie, I'm cumming now." I said, as thick streams of cum shot out of my cock and splashed against the walls of her pussy. I could feel her cunt gripping my cock as I continued to pump cum deep inside her. "Oh God, it feels so fucking good." I said. "I don't ever want to stop." "I'm cumming too, ohhhh, God!" Julie shouted, as her hips bucked back and forth. Our commingled juices flowed out of her pussy and dripped down onto my balls, covering them with her creamy cum. "That was so hot." I told her, as I withdrew my cock and rubbed it over her clit; the last traces of my spunk dripping off the tip. "I haven't cum like that in years." "I haven't had a fuck that good in a long time either, George." She said breathing hard, "Would you want to fuck me again, if I take you to my house?" I pulled my jeans up and then picked hers up off the ground where she had lost them as we fucked and handed them to her. As she started to put them on, the band stopped playing and the front door of the bar opened. Several couples came out and walked straight towards us. "Hurry, Julie, someone's coming." "Relax, George." She said smiling, "Remember, it's all just part of the game." Games My wife Sharon and I went into the boredom that can happen with long term married couples. I very much enjoy her and she really is a willing participant but after a decade of each other I noticed our lovemaking sessions became less and less. She noticed too and since we have always had the magic ability to talk to each other about anything she just brought it up one evening. That surprised me some, I was just sitting there clicking the TV channels, the options were about like always, boring. "Dan, are we getting tired of each other?" Sharon popped up with, out of the clear blue sky. Startled, I set the remote down and looked at her. Sharon is quite a sight to behold, she is only 4'11" and around 100 pounds. She wears her dark hair long, parted in the middle since she thinks that makes her look taller. Her best feature is her full bust, not huge by some standards but on her tiny frame they look pretty big. I do know for a fact that I can nearly encircle her waist with my hands, and her fanny stays tight and muscular from riding her bike all the time. "I don't know, maybe a little." "But I guess that is normal for married folks." I added quickly. "I was wondering, we don't make love as much anymore...well, not like we used to." "Are you telling me you are in the mood?" I teased. "Yes. In fact, I am sometimes in the mood way more than we...well...I like sex....with you." "Well, come here woman and assume the position!" I laughed. "Make me." Her eyes took on a sparkle. "What?" "Make me!" She saw the expression on my face, I saw her legs tense slightly as she grinned at me and pulled her top up, flashing her big bare breasts at me. "You asked for it!" I lunged at her but she has always been about twice as fast as me and she was already up off the couch and around behind it. I ended up chasing her all over the house, shedding my clothes as I went until finally I was naked and still hadn't managed more than just a few touches. She was laughing hysterically at my efforts, plus naked as a jaybird I had to look silly as hell. I did learn to not make a dive at her and miss, not on carpet while sporting a hardon. "Oh, Honey!" She said, coming over to my side as I lay there groaning. She reached down and rubbed me, that helped nicely with my recovery but she slipped right out of reach as I made a sudden grab for her. It was a bit like trying to catch a 2 year old in a grocery store. They can only go about 2 miles per hour but they hit that speed in about one half of a step. Then she made a mistake and I got her cornered, she tried to dart sideways but I got ahold of her leg. I got my other hand on her and finally got her down on her back, then I started tugging at her clothes as she squirmed this way and that. "Grunt!!! Me got woman now!" I laughed, holding on for dear life. I got her pants undone and she got loose again but I had a grip on the pants legs and off they came. This left her in just her panties and bra since I hsd already gotten a fistful of her blouse and it came off pretty easily in pieces. I managed to snag her leg again just before she scooted out of reach, got her rolled over and pressed her down. The damn panties were in the way so I made short work of them by stripping them off of her. I was hard as a rock, stabbing away at her. I bounced off her leg, then damn near up her butt, her fanny was twisting and turning this way and that. It was damn near impossible, she just would not hold her pussy still for a second. Finally I got my hips in between her legs and holding her wrists I poked and hit the jackpot. I let go of her wrists and she lifted her hips against me, giving it up. We crabwalked like that all the way from the hallway where I had finally cornered her to the living room where the carpet improved my traction enough that we came to a stop. Just as we both exploded together! Later we lay cuddled in each other's arms. "Like that? Is that what you mean?" "Yea, that was fun. I wasn't sure you were ever going to get any!" She laughed. "I don't know if I really want to chase you down every time, that is hard work." I said. Besides, I now had a sore knee, some scratches and an index finger that I knew would be sore by tomorrow. "So what would you like to try?" She asked me. "Maybe some...exhibitionism?" I suggested, my long term fantasy of her showing off a bit popping up. "I don't know about that. If you pull your big dick out in front of some strange gal you might go to jail!" Sharon laughed. "Not me...you!" I protested. "Oh. You want me to show some cute guy my titties?" She reached down and lifted both breasts at me with a big grin. "Or maybe I will wear a short skirt and no panties and do this?" She lay back and spread her legs wide. That did it, I climbed right in there again. "Wow, that does get you going." She told me later as we shared a hot shower. "Yea, I guess it does a little." "It seemed to do it a lot!" She smiled as she used a washcloth to wash off my now expired penis. We went back to normal after that but I was thinking about it, and I knew my Sharon well enough to realize she was thinking about it too. About a week later she came home from her job as a receptionist at a local clinic. She lifted her skirt and flashed me as soon as she came in the door. There were no panties. "Damn, woman! Have you been being naughty?" "I just tried it but I didn't really show anybody anything." "Maybe you should have." I laughed, already feeling myself beginning to expand at the idea. We ended up making love on the living room floor again, that was twice in just a week or so. "We got invited to a party." Sharon said later as she was setting the table for dinner. "Oh? What party, where?" I asked, eyeing the big roast she had pulled from the oven. "It's supposed to be a naughty party, they play games." "Games? Naughty?" My ears perked up. "Yep. One of the girls I work with mentioned it and invited us." "At work? I suppose she is 50 and weighs 300 pounds, right?" "No, she is Sarah, she is 24 and kind of cute, you will like her." "Oh, Boy!" "No, it's not a swapping type thing, you jerk!" She thumped me on the shoulder. "OK, what kind of..games?" "Oh, things like strip poker, dares. Just exibitionism stuff...You know, like we talked about? Plus one couple has what they call a dark room." "Dark room?" "Yes, she says it is pitch black in there. Then they undress in side rooms and go in, trying to find their own spouse. I think it's all just an excuse to feel each other up in the dark." She giggled. "Who goes in, how many?" "Sarah says sometimes as many as three guys and three women, she says it is a lot of fun." "I'll bet." "Well, do you want to go? Maybe try it?" "What happens if I can't find you in there?" "I don't know, maybe you might find...somebody?" She giggled. "Aren't you going to get pissed at me maybe feeling up some sweet young thing?" I asked her, already feeling myself getting warmed up at the idea. "I will probably be feeling up some sweet young things, too. And probably we will both get felt up!" She grinned at me. "That sounds hot, I will if you are sure." "OK. I will tell her. But are you sure you are going to be able to handle copping feels of naked women?" She gave me a big grin. "What will you do if you run into a big dick that isn't mine?" "Maybe I can think of something!" She teased. We sat down to eat, later I helped her with the dishes, half expecting her to have some more to say about it but she didn't. Friday she called me at the shop and told me the party was set for the same evening. "OK. But are you sure?" I asked her. Horsing around at home was one thing, messing around with other people was something else. "We can always back out if we don't like what we see, Sarah told me that." "Well, OK then." We arrived at the address, I was feeling a few butterflies but the door opened to a very pretty young redhead. She hugged Sharon, who introduced her as Sarah. I was thinking things were looking up. Inside we did the rest of the introductions. There were two other guys, George was with Sarah, both a bit younger than us. George was about the same size as me. A woman a bit older was introduced as Kate, she was pretty and blonde, I noticed all three of the girls had similar hairstyles. Kate's husband came out of a room off the living room a few minutes later and said his name was Bernard, Ben for short. He was older too, heavier than George and I and was slightly bald. "Dan, and this is my wife Sharon." I told him. He looked her up and down like she was something to eat. "I bet I can find her in the dark!" He wisecracked, I thought that was a reference to the fact that Sharon was at least a full 3 inches shorter than the other two women. We sat around and had a few drinks, cracked some jokes. We all were getting along fine but I had almost expected it to be a sex party of some kind. Everyone was dressed and acting perfectly normal, though. We were all getting a few sheets to the wind, too. It was about 11 PM when Ben announced that it was darkroom time. I had no idea of what to do but he quickly explained that the women would go into the side room and we would go in from the living room. Those both opened into a center room, with no lights and no windows. The idea in theory was being able to feel around in the dark trying to find our own mate. What it really meant was six naked people touching each other in the dark. I was already sporting a bit of a boner at the idea, feeling around for three cute women sounded hot. Then the idea of Sharon in there and lord knows what might happen got me going, too. The interesting part was no one was allowed to speak, everyone was nude and no one was ever supposed to mention anything that happened in there. I had a feeling that this meant there would be a lot of fondling and poking around, it did sound like it would be fun. Well, drunk on my ass it sounded fun, anyway. The gals stayed in the living room as George and Ben and I went in. There was just a tiny dim night light in the side room, I could see the two guys starting to undress so I followed suit. "Ready?" I heard Ben call out loudly. "Ready!" Kate replied from the other side. I heard the door to the living room open, there was some giggling which was quickly shushed. Then the door in our side opened up, I was the last one through the door. I got a glimpse of some figures, then the door closed and it was pitch black. I reached out with my hands, took a couple of steps. I felt my hands touch someone, felt around for a second and it was obvious it was one of the other guys. Ben I guessed since I felt a bulge on his side. I turned and stepped again, then felt a hand on my back. The hand came around, felt my chest then dropped down, wrapped around my cock. I sensed whoever it was move around to my side, the hand dropped down and felt my balls, then stroked upwards over my length, then let go. I had no idea if it was one of the guys or one of the women, I assumed it was one of the women. I reached out and felt someone's side, it was soft and one of the girls. I tried to feel her breasts to see if it was Sharon but whoever it was stepped away. I moved my hands back and forth and felt nothing. Then a soft body pressed up against me from behind, that one was female I knew for sure. I reached back and down, felt a breast press against my side as my hand found a mass of pubic hair. That sure as hell wasn't Sharon. Whoever it was pressed her hips forward and opened her legs, I took advantage of the opportunity to feel her damp lips. Her hand was busy on my penis which was now hard as a rock. I could hear breathing but that was all. Her hand disengaged and I moved the other way, bumping into someone's fanny. It was way too muscular to be one of the women, so I moved again. I then bumped into soft flesh again, I was pretty sure it was Sharon. I lifted my hand up to feel her breasts to be sure but someone else's hand was already there. I reached down and found a hand between her legs, too. I was sure it was Sharon, then I felt other hands on me and I got tugged away. They came in from another direction, but they felt like Sharon's too? Those hands ran down and fondled my erection, too. Then I felt that body drop down and something wet engulfed me. Somebody was sucking on my cock and I didn't know who. In the shuffle I lost track of the one I thought was Sharon, feeling around and finding nothing with my hands. I reached down to try and feel the face of whoever was sucking on me but they pulled back and moved away. Then I touched someone else that was soft, my hands came up and found breasts so I knew at least it was one of the women. They felt heavy, something like Sharon's except the nipples were wrong, these were round and bulbous. I spent some time feeling them, pretty sure this was Sarah. This went on for quite a long time, I was thinking I knew who was touching me but I was never sure. I found who I thought was Kate and we bumped against a wall. She ran her hands over me as I did the same to her. I reached down and found that mass of pubic hair, she was very damp. I had an erection to end all erections, and she spent a long time feeling it with just her fingertips. "Time!" I heard Ben's voice. He somehow sounded far away. Kate and I disengaged, I was wondering where Sharon was, not sure I had even found her. Then the side door opened and the dim night lights caused a tiny glow. "OK, time is up!" Ben announced. We went back into our respective rooms and got dressed, not an easy thing to do in the dim light. I did get a glimpse of the gal's naked bodies as they went out, but that was all. Ben opened the door into the living room, I glanced down at myself and found I had managed to get the correct clothes on. Then the girls came out and had a laugh, Kate and Sharon had somehow managed to switch tops. There were some more drinks, I expected everyone to talk about the strange experience but they didn't. It was just like any normal party. Finally George and Sarah got up to leave, he shook my hand with a grin. We waved as we got into our car, headed home. "That was really strange." I told Sharon. "Yes, it was. Not what I expected, really." "Who did you bump into?" She asked. "Everybody, even one of the guys. Ben, I think. I just kept moving." "It sure didn't take you very long to find me." "I thought that was you I found right off the bat." "I really expected you to move around more, you know. Take advantage." "Move around more?" "Well, spending the whole time with me in the corner wasn't fair, I didn't get to do much." I just looked at her. She smiled and snuggled in closer to me, her hand brushing across the front of my blue jeans. "Wow, you are raring to go again already!" "That wasn't me in the corner, Sharon." I told her. She hesitated. "It wasn't? But.....I was sure!" "So what happened?" "I guess one of the guys got off nicely." She had a funny look on her face. "Really? I had some hands on me but that was all. How far did you go?" "Dan, I really thought that was you...behind me." "You mean?...Did he?" "Yes, I guess he...got it done. Oh God, that must have been George?" I didn't say anything. "I'm sorry, I really thought....Are you mad?" "No, I was in there too. But I just figured it was....just for fooling around...." We drove on home in silence. Sharon went straight into the shower when we got home, she was in there a long time. I just sat down and turned on the TV. She came out wearing one of my T-shirts. I pulled her down on the couch beside me and put my arm around her. "That must have been George, he is the same size as you...everywhere, I guess." She said. "No, that was me." I lied. "I was just teasing you." "Oh! ...Ok. That's a relief. You had me going there!" She took a fake poke at my arm. But her reaction wasn't quite...right? I realized I needed to look at my wife in a new light. "One thing, honey. Let's keep the games to ourselves from now on, OK?" I told her. "OK. But what would you like to try?" "Let's see, how about we go out and show off those big titties of yours?" I laughed, trying to ease the tense mood. "How about instead we show off this big cock of yours?" She laughed, reaching down and rubbing my groin. "Let's don't and say we did! I don't want to go to jail." I laughed, my hands beginning to explore her body. She leaned down and put her mouth on me. My mind flashed back to someone doing that a couple of hours before, and I had no idea who. Did I feel guilty about that? I really didn't, we both joined in the silly game. Some things were expected, I suppose. Probably Kate was the one, but maybe Ben? I thought about that, I am no prude but that wasn't my thing. No matter, what was done was done. I knew it had to be George in the corner with Sharon, Ben was obviously heavier. "He got it done." She said. Got what done? I thought I had a pretty good idea. Did she know? I had to think she probably did, even though my comments seemed to change her attitude. If she knew I was lying then she knew it was George. If she believed it was me then we had no real problem. Maybe she was letting it go? I knew I had to let that go, too. Games In and out, in and out, he was too excited in his mind, perhaps it was the anticipation that made his mind go as deep into the moment as his dick was inside her, her eyes were shut and her mouth was open just enough to let out deep breaths of excitement. He held tight to her ass as he admired it's round full heart shape and the way it met the arched small of her back as he thrusted in and out of her from behind, he couldn't help but watch himself going in and out of her wet pussy. While pushing deep into her tightened warm pink treasure, He leaned forward and placed kisses on the back of her neck to assure her that he was still there with her and not completely lost in the moment, she bit lightly on his forearm as she held it tight with her hand. He pumped harder behind her, and she began to shake as her pussy tightened and she orgasmed for the third time. This was enough to give him the same shiver, as he pulled out and spilled warm cum across her ass and back, with her hair a mess and her back still warm she began to recall the events that led to this moment. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "I think that's too tight." Ty said, as he loosened the necktie that was tied in a blindold's fashion across Alice's eyes. She had only been in the door 5 minutes, after removing her coat, the only thing she could remember seeing was Ty's devious eyes as he looked her up and down. She was wearing a satin nighty that appeared maroon under the glow of several types of scented candles. He led the curious blindolded woman to the bed. Ty and Alice had made a deal in Ty's favor. As revenge for the games he had endured at Alice's hands, Ty was given one night to play his own games, he could pick the environment, the terms, what would be worn, the positions, and how many orgasms Alice would get. He was even able to pick the safeword she could use if she wanted to stop. Standing behind her with his boxers rubbing smoothly against her nighty's material, Ty moved Alice's hair to undo the string around her neck and let her nighty drop to her heels. He turned her around and pushed her backwards onto the bed. In a stern voice, Ty asked Alice "Have you ever played hot and cold?". With a smile Alice shook her head no, he smirked at the answer and went to the kitchen. Ty returned with two small cups and sat them down quietly. The contents of one cup was pre-heated water he had let cool from a boil, while the other was ice water he had let melt. He ran his tongue down Alice's body, from neck, to chest, to belly ring, while he dipped his finger in the hot water and circled the nipple of her left breast, he watched her chest rise with breath, he then stuck his finger in the cold water and ran it across the nipple of her right breast, as he not only heard her breath deep, but felt her nipple harden beneath his finger. Ty variated temperatures for each nipple, and ran his fingers across her lips with hot or cold fingers until her senses were so misled that she became wet from confusion. Alice began to touch herself and he continued, he took a piece of ice and ran it across her breasts and stomach, she took a deep breath in, Ty asked the obvious question "Too Cold?" She nodded and affirmed it. With ice water still shining across her skin, he took the burning candle and dripped candle wax on the wet spots, she gripped the sheets and bit her lip as the sensations of the hot wax and cold ice ran through her body together, he then ran ice across these areas again. When he finished she had rubbed her own glittering skin, almost surprised to feel temperatures normally as she once did. Looking at her body he asked her, "Have you ever played frozen grapes?" With an entertained but confused expression, Alice answered no. Approaching her with a bag of frozen grapes, he removed her pantees and told her stick her tongue out, she hesitated, but did so, he placed a grape on her tongue to feed to her, she closed her mouth over it, as she finished the frozen grape, he moved another grape across her clit and she shivered as he pushed it inside her pussy. He began to stroke her clit with his tongue, feeling the cold rising from the grape inside her pussy. He held her breasts in his hands and licked wildly between her legs as her hand pushed against the headboard, her pussy grew warm under his tongue, and as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, she shook and followed his mouth with her body, he could taste the grape accompanied by her body's juices, telling him that the grape had melted and busted, she had came as well. With his tongue and finger he removed the grape and placed it in his mouth, with his lips now on hers, she opened her mouth to bite off a peice of the grape that was in between his teeth, breathing with sighs she chewed and smiled, he did the same. "Have you ever played what's in my mouth?" She laughed, and again, replied "No". He grabbed her hand stood her up, kissed her lips lightly and pushed the blindfolded Alice to her knees, directing her to put her hands behind her back and say "ahhh!". She did so, still shaking from her last orgasm. He lowered his satin boxers and put himself into her mouth, she licked it gently and took in what she could, now using her hands she moved her head mixing slow and fast paces as he closed his eyes and hung his head backwards in disbelief. She licked all of him until he pulled away feeling he would explode. Ty grabbed her hair and pulled her up to meet him, after finally removing the blindfold, he looked Alice in the eye and pushed her backwards onto the bed once again, he stood next to the edge of the bed, raised her legs pointing them towards the ceiling, and laid them over his right shoulder, he put himself inside and fucked her wet center at a fast pace while she moaned loudly and covered her face with a pillow and bit it to muffle herself. He continued to plunge deep in a circular motion until Alice grabbed her thighs, her body stiffened and her breath escaped as she shook and moved herself closer so that his dick was as deep as possible. Without giving her time to rest, he turned her sexy body over, grabbed her ass pushed into her pussy from behind. . . Games Four stories precede this one, in temporal order: Christine. A tale of lust. Angela. Teased and pleased. Adrian. A night of torment, or Angela's revenge. The dinner. Christine is bound for pleasure. For North American readers these stories are written in British English so the vocabulary used may be a little different, as are lots of the spellings; we specialise in colour photographs fixed with thiosulphates. So no tushes and fanny refers to the female genitalia; external, internal, or both, dependent upon context. Garter belts are suspenders, bathrooms are commonly loos or toilets especially when they don't actually contain a bath, johns are bogs, we the British often wee, pee or even 'spend a penny' (I'm not too sure what polite North Americans usually do, but Literotica characters definately piss). If you think anything else could be usefully included in this brief Anglo -- North American Dictionary, or if some of it is redundant, please let me know. The games. When Christine, Angela and I could all get together we liked to play games. It started with 'the envelopes'. At first we simply placed three cards in three identical envelopes, one read master/mistress, one read assistant and the third read slave, so no one could know their role in advance. Then we made extra cards, two for each role. The slave's roles were, 'come tonight' and, the soon dreaded, 'wait until morning'. The assistant's read, 'give' and 'accept' -- pleasure, of course -- and the master/mistress's read, 'tease' and 'embarrass'. The thing was that only the master or mistress was allowed to know what your second card, and thus, your role was. The very first time we played Angela was my mistress, she had to embarrass me and allow Christine to 'accept', i.e. have lots of orgasms. Out came the collar and the leash and this time she did think to make her 'puppy' crawl about on all fours. 'Puppy' had to be trained. Initially, I had to learn to sit, next to beg, then to roll over on my back paws in the air, so that I could be rewarded with a tickle on the 'tum' or punished by having both nipples licked without any one playing with my penis: I have highly sensitive nipples and this really makes me squirm and my cock jerk up and down all by itself. Then they began to teach me to lick pussy properly; curiously they spent by far the longest time on that aspect of my training. Christine was pretty undemanding but Angela was determined to teach puppy new tricks. Puppy, for all his faults was a fast learner so, the next time puppy got Angela tied down in the big pink chair she came to regret the thoroughness of that education: teach someone the perfect way to please you, you teach them the perfect way to tease you; the difference between these is about half a second. All remained fun and games with puppy until he needed to pee; Angela made him go in Christine's back garden, fortunately it was a moonless night and her garden is secluded, but cocking your leg against a tree and urinating is more difficult than you imagine, unless you have tried. After that 'dirty doggy' had to be given a bath, which was delightful: at least I had managed to select 'come' tonight. For this they blindfolded me and then laid side by side over the edge of the bed. Next I had to crawl over to them and sniff their bottoms, befor, of course, I had to take one of them doggy style. It was Christine, and as I thrust away cheerfully Angela kept slapping my rump and shouting "naughty doggie. Down doggie. Bad doggie!" And the like. The slaps were playful, not painful, and I cheerfully ignored her. Then, I should have expected it, 'naughty doggie' had to go and lick away the smelly mess he had left in the nice ladies pussy. With time, of course, things became a little more adventurous. Christine waxed all of Angela's pubic hair, everywhere. I treated us all to a couple of rounds in the local pub with Christine wearing shoes, stockings, suspenders and a coat that was none too long, and absolutely nothing else. On another occasion, I was made to wait on them both, hand and foot. They drank gallons of coffee and then had me escort them to the loo, pull their pants up and down, wipe and wash them afterwards: I even had to sit on the loo seat first to make sure it was warm enough for their delicate bottoms. It was Christine who hit on having an 'all-girls' night, when they spent hours, pampering me, making me up and dressing me in their things, that was the night I discovered just how painful leg waxing is: I wonder to this day where they got the shoes from. Following that Angela treated us to an 'all-girls' night-out. Fortunately, they did a convincing job of transforming me and I kept bloody quite all night. Actually, the worst part was having to sit in a pub and not have a pint of bitter, I had to drink bloody Cinzano and lemonade, all evening! That's something I did keep secret from Angela and Christine, if they had realised that -- after I had realised that we were attracting no more attention than two passable, and one very attractive, women unaccompanied in a pub had the right to expect -- I was not that worried by the whole outing, they would have done it again: but next time they would have invited some of the more obviously interested men to buy us all a drink. So, for once, I faked it: I pretended to be terrified and that the whole business was a real ordeal. Being teased was the card you learnt to fear. We were all becoming exceptionally proficient at teasing one another and could easily keep each other on the very edge for a couple of hours, or longer! Moreover, a skilful master or mistress would lull the slave into a false sense of security by commencing the evening with a series of minor humiliations. But the worst part was that the master or mistress would leave the revelation of whether or not the slave was allowed to come that evening, or have to wait until the next morning, until the very end of the session. Our second game we christened 'Jeopardy'. It was a simple card game. To play, I first opened a new pack of cards, removed any that we did not need, blanks, jokers, that sort of thing, and shuffled them, Christine cut the pack and then we would begin: after our first two sessions Angela was not ever allowed to even touch the cards again at all: because if Angela got anywhere near the pack you suddenly found a lot of exceptionally improbable distributions arising, all in Angela's favour -- that's why we always used a new pack. To play 'Jeopardy' you each pick a card and the player holding the lowest value is 'in jeopardy' (aces are always high). Now you take it in turns to reveal the next card in the pack. If it is a jack the person who turned the card removes one garment from, Angela. If a king or a queen appears then Christine or I, respectively, lose something. If it is an ace whoever is in 'in jeopardy' loses an item of clothing. In addition, when a royal card is turned over, the card after it was also turned, and if that is also a royal you lose two items of clothing. Two royals, also means that a third card is turned and if that too is a royal, you lose four items of clothing. Moreover, when you lose you become the player in jeopardy, so when you are losing you have more chance of losing again. When you run out of clothes you pay in forfeits, tame, naughty or depraved, dependent on the number of royals that are turned over. A favourite depraved forfeit, incidentally, was to set a naughty forfeit and then capture the results as a polaroid photograph, I still have a wonderful collection of these stashed away. A surprising number of show Angela with her tongue pressed against Christine's clit, or vice-versa. A common mild forfeit was to have to recount a previous sexual experience in graphic detail, which was easily converted to a naughty forfeit by having to act it out. The game was over when all three players had paid a set number of forfeits, normally five; so 'losers' were supposed to pay many more forfeits that 'winners'. With two players, one loses garments or pays forfeits when a jack appears as the first card and the other when a queen appears, if a king or an ace turns up then the player in jeopardy loses garments or pays forfeits. Normally one of you soon stark naked when you opponent has barley shed any clothes at all. When three of us had played the basic game several times, after we kept Angela away from the cards, we noticed that the level of undress remained pretty even and the gap between 'winners' and 'losers' was not so great as we had hoped. Consequently, we slipped the 'Joker of Sudden death' into the first round: you go through the pack several times over during the course of a game. If you were the one who turned the Joker you stripped there and then, and after that life was all forfeits. We don't have a rule for someone who turns the Joker when already naked, it has never happened yet: but I expect that no orgasms and, at the end of the game, a full hour of tie and tease would be about right. If you have more players, tens, nines eights etc.. start to count in their turn and it's easier to use two, or even three, packs of cards shuffled together. Finally, with several players I would not introduce two 'Jokers of Sudden death', complications would ensue if the same person picked both and the discomfort of the unfortunate individual who turns the joker would be reduced significantly. A better variant is to make both aces and twos, even threes if there are lots of players, all jeopardy cards. If you have more than ten players at your table please don't worry; send me an invite, I'll bring along a computer program that fixes both the difficulties of too many players and prevents the strange results that surround the Angela's of this world. Of course everyone present would have to trust implicitly somebody who they know loves to tease. The third game, does not have a name because if I had may way we would never play it. It starts when Angela and Christine ambush Adrian, tie him naked and helpless to the bed, tease him till he is rock hard, his balls have started to contract and he is begging them not to do this to him again. Then they take it in turns to tease poor Adrian for five minutes; whoever makes him come has to clean up the mess with her tongue and is then the slave. Whoever, causes the other to slip up is the mistress and she will subject the slave to at least one hour's teasing and then make her wait until morning for her orgasms. So there is a real incentive not to lose deliberately. When you tease Adrian you have to stroke his cock at least once during the first ten seconds, three times in the first twenty seconds and twenty times by the end of the first minute: apart from that, during the first three minutes, you can do whatever you like to excite him, except touch his nipples. During the fourth minute you have to force Adrian to beg for an orgasm, if you succeed you have until the end of your five minute period to get Adrian so excited that the next person cannot help but make him spurt. If Adrian can hold out and not beg, then he is left alone for the last minute and you have to take a second turn. After this, regardless of whether you make him, beg or not, the next person has their go. The person who is not doing the teasing, is the one who is allowed to tickle, lick or suck Adrian's nipples making him even more excited than ever. See the many dilemmas? If you are teasing you really need to get Adrian to beg you to let him come, because if you don't you'll either have to have a second turn, or lose your opportunity to set him on a hair trigger for the next person. Adrian really does not want to beg, because that is the only way that he can get a break from the teasing. In addition, the longer the game goes on the more difficult it becomes for Adrian to resist pleading with the teaser for release yet at the same time the more Adrian wants to win those little breaks. The person who is not teasing also faces a dilemma, if they stimulate Adrian's nipples he is far more likely to come, but if he does not come, after all, he is going to be that much more sensitive when they have their next turn. Incidentally, if you are into the group scene this makes a great party game for picking some masters, mistresses and their slaves. You tie several of the men down and a pair goes to work on each of them. If the man manages not to come for an hour, say, he gets to keep the pair for the weekend. If he spurts, whoever was not teasing at the time gets to keep the pair. You can't do this with women, they are too clever at both faking and hiding orgasms; whereas when a man comes everyone can see and smell it. Games It's not as if I meant to kiss her. Okay, correction, it's not as if I planned it. There I was, surrounded by my boyfriend's dopey, persistently horny, friends. The club's packed crowd pushing us together. And my boyfriend, the worst boyfriend ever, was probably over in some corner. He had always liked to play these games, how far could he push me, how far would I let him go. The less I responded the more he pushed. I shook my head and poured another drink down my throat. The DJ switched to a slower song, making a few people scatter, clearing a pathway. A path, which led directly to my boyfriend and the girl he was groping in the corner. And cue the fury. The games he played didn't seem fun in that moment; it seemed they were designed to hurt me. I felt a hand on my elbow, but in my blind rage I ripped it away from the person, and flew towards my boyfriend and the girl. He saw me coming and smirked- Smirked! He turned the, clearly drunk, girl around in his arms to face me and her head fell back against his shoulder, his hand resting on her breast. "Are you done raping the girl?" He smiled "No, not yet, C'mon Layla. Don't be such a nag." The girl murmured something unintelligible, still with her eyes closed. It sounded something like Tim, although my boyfriend's name was Ben, so I don't know how she got that. Ben kissed the girls neck, slowly sliding his hand into her dress, cupping her breast. And, suddenly, I'd had enough. "You think you can just play with me-with this girl like that? You think it's because you're so hot and charming that she's letting you molest her in the club? No, she's drunk, she'd let anyone do anything to her. You're not the only one who can get some ass in this club watch." And suddenly I step forward, grab the girl's hips and slip my tongue into her mouth. I've kissed girls before, but god- her lips are soft. She moans and cups my back side with her hands. Whoops and a smattering of applause erupt from behind me, but I don't care. I back her up against the nearest wall, her little blond head thrown back in pleasure, and I spread her thighs with mine. Her hands weave into my thick brown hair. I bite her lip, and oh god I'm so wet. I feel my arousal, and hers, like a palpable thing in the air between us. Suddenly there are hands on my hips, and I feel the telltale signs of a boner beneath a guy's pants against my backside. "Baby, you're getting me so hard." Surprisingly my boyfriend's friend stands behind me, Rick I think his name is? "Ben went home, he's a sore loser. And since you won, you get a prize." He suddenly rolls his hips against my butt, rocking to the rhythm of the song. Blondie, as I've come to know her, slides my dress up, past my belly button, over my breasts, and finally off completely. I'm left in my thong and see through black bra. She starts sucking my tender nipples through the bra, alternating, and her tongue's pressure against the fabric, makes my legs shake. From behind Rick pulls my thong to the side and suddenly pushes his finger into my aching pussy. I let out a loud moan and bend over, half to help him and half because I'm weak with pleasure. His fingers move inside me, making my insides stretch and adjust, my muscles tighten, and he suddenly pulls his fingers out making me moan. "You like that baby, you want more you little slut?" I nod still bent over, but he pushes me down to my knees "Me first". He says and slowly unbuttons his pants, then his zipper, then his pants are down and his huge cock springs up before me. Blondie makes a whining whimpering sound beside him. I slowly slide my mouth over his head and he grunts his pleasure, his eyes shining with lust. I let my hand grasp his monstrous cock and slowly bob my head. With my other hand I slowly push my finger inside Blondie and she almost screams her pleasure. Vaguely I notice that people are watching us on the sides, but I don't seem to care. Rick has his hands in my hair and pushes his cock balls deep down my throat. I gag, but take it. He's so hard in my mouth I think he's going to cum any second. Suddenly he pulls me up by my hair and roughly snaps my bra in two so it hangs on both sides, exposing my breasts. He sucks the closest tit with such ferocity that I think I'm going to cum right there, abruptly he pins me against the wall, and in my hazy state I see Blondie over his shoulder, being fucked for all she's worth by another of Ben's friends. Rick lifts me so I straddle his waist with my legs, and he pushes his huge cock inside me with such force I scream. "Yeah, you little slut, I will fuck you till you collapse." And he does, filling me up till I almost burst, then empty. He repeatedly thrusts, again and again, merciless. Finally I can't take it anymore, my pussy tightens around him and I let go, screaming unintelligibly. Seconds later he releases, explodes deep inside me, causing my sweet, soul searing orgasm to go on longer. Finally, he's done, and pulls out leisurely. Smiling he lifts me in his arms, as there's no way I'm moving anytime soon. Blondie's nowhere to be seen. I wish I could've kissed he goodbye.