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Poker Night

By: CQ80



Last night, I was "the prize" for each hand. It was my request, a fantasy that you had allowed me to fulfill.

Blindfolded, of course. Hands gently tied together in front of me, so that my arms could move in various ways. I was wearing only a tiny camisole, and a delicate thong. 

I could hear the music and sounds of male laughter coming from the other part of the house. Voices, saying things I couldn't hear clearly. 

Blindfolded... so that I didn't know who it was each time, coming in to me, there in the other room. 

The first one walked in quietly. One of his hands held my hands over my head, further decreasing my ability to see or detect anything. His other hand, his strong fingers, brushed the camisole to the side, stroking me, flicking my nipples to stiffness, his mouth hungrily devouring them. 

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door, and he groaned and left the room. I could only assume that some allotted portion of time was up, and he had to return to the poker game for the next hand.

I lay there trembling, waiting, my hands still over my head, because I enjoyed the feeling of cool air against my breasts, which were still wet from his mouth. I was SO turned on, my imagination running wild as to who might be next and what they might do to me.

After a while, the door opened again.

Suddenly I felt a mouth... licking my bare breasts, moving down my stomach, teeth pulling the thong aside, tongue pressing hard against my clit, the sudden intensity and warmth and wetness of his mouth driving me over the edge, as I lay shuddering, silently gasping for air. 

A knock on the door. He left. 

Time passed as I caught my breath. This time it seemed longer, perhaps because I wanted so much more. My bound hands were down in front of me now, my fingers stroking myself to stay on the plateau, so close to another orgasm, but not pushing myself through to the end yet. I wanted the next visitor to take me there. 

The door opened. I heard another groan - was it the same voice I'd heard previously? I couldn't tell. But HE could obviously tell I was touching myself. I heard his zipper, and tensed, waiting to see if I could hear a condom being put on. He followed my rules, while I stroked myself, moaning softly. "Hurry" I begged, in the darkness that only I could see. There was a dim light on in the room, of course. I wanted whoever visited me to see the outfit I'd taken great pains to choose, the manicures I'd spent two hours on.... the gold chain around my ankle.

Hands touched me under the back of my knees, lifting my legs up to his shoulders. He guided himself to me, and pressed in suddenly, his entire length plunging into me as we both gasped in pleasure. 

Everything swirled around me as he pumped himself against me. I came again, gasping and then feeling him press hard, forward, that final telltale thrust that I want to feel, night after night after night.

The knock. As he walked slowly out, I rolled over onto my stomach, my arms stretched out in front of me. Squirming, trying not to whimper, "more... I want more" while I rubbed against the soft blanket beneath me, arching my back. 

I lost track of time, in the haze of pleasure that I wasn't finished with. I was aware of the door when it opened again, but at the same time I was so lost in myself, in my need for another orgasm, all that I could do was wait for him to stretch out above me. He entered me from behind, much more slowly this time. I was throbbing, swollen, drenched with moisture, and just as I realized he wasn't wearing a condom, I heard your voice in my ear.

He kissed the back of my neck. You kissed me! It was you! I was thrilled. I could tell from the kisses, moving along my neck and shoulders, while you slowly fucked me. You whispered in my ear as you stroked your fingertips along my arm. 

With one quick motion, the loose knot you had so gently tied fell free, and the satin sash around my hands slipped away. 

I tried to focus on what you were saying... you were gliding in and out of me, steady, strong strokes that made me lose my ability to concentrate... you know how much I *LOVE* to be fucked from behind... your hands were cupping my breasts, as you kissed my neck, and spoke softly, almost growling ... I could barely hear you, talking in such a low voice... 

You were telling me something about cheating all night, and how hard it had been to walk out of the bedroom again and again, cheating at the game, and having to go out each time they knocked, and how you had finally told them to go home, you weren't feeling well. That we were alone in the house now - they hadn't even known I was there, waiting for you in the back room...

You told me that you wanted to take me out to the table, and lay me down in the middle of all of the poker chips and cards, and lick me to an orgasm all over again. And after we both had an orgasm (from thinking and talking about doing that, while you were fucking me from behind)

...we went and did it.

I love you, Luke. 

Poker Night



She had been in bed reading a romance novel, which was getting her quite horny. If the paperback required a rating in would probably be XXX. Brad had his poker night buddies in, and she could hear the din from the basement. Poker night usually ended with Brad coming to bed drunk and passing out.

She finished another hot chapter and closed the book. Being horny, and knowing she wouldn't get any that night, her hand wandered down towards her pussy. After stimulating her beckoning clit for awhile, she pulled the bed sheets aside and spread her legs. She usually slept in just a tee shirt, which she stripped off. It turned her on to feel that she was exposing herself.

She wondered how the group of men, just eight or ten feel below her naked ass, would react if they knew what she was up to. She imagined them surrounding her bed, all naked, all jerking their hardened cocks, all longing to be chosen as her sex partner. She eyeballs them, one by one, while she leisurely fingers her swollen clit. She points at Brad, and the mood of the men seem to turn gloomy over her having chosen her husband. But it suddenly becomes markedly more upbeat when she points again at Warren.

Yeah, she's in the mood for two men at a time, while the others watch and wait their turn. Tonight she would do them all, fuck and suck until she's too exhausted to go on.

By now she feels the stirrings of her first orgasm. She pulls her fingers from her lascivious cunt, although she always has multiple orgasms when she masturbates, the first one is rarely matched by the subsequent ones. With all these men in the house, she thinks there must be something more daring she can do to heighten the intensity of her first one.

She slips on her bathrobe and ventures into the hall. When she opened the bedroom door the men's voices became louder.

From the top of the stairway that led to the basement she paused. She could see the back of a couple of them, and knew none of them could see her. She slid her hand inside of her bathrobe and found her wet box. She began rolling her overdue clit under her fingers, but still it didn't feel any more daring to be jerking off there as is was in her bedroom. She decides to go back to bed and hope for the best.

When she turns around she is startled to see Warren standing there. "Oh my god" she says, "how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough" he says. And the rising bulge in his jeans proves it.

"Please don't tell Brad about what you saw," she pleads.

"I won't if you don't" he says. He reaches out and strokes her arm. "Did you get what you wanted" he asked.

She was dumbfounded, she didn't know if she should reproach his obvious come on, or encourage him to keep his secrecy.

"Don't worry" he tells her, "I'm not going to take advantage of this." "As much as I would like to" he adds.

"Thank you" she says, feeling relief. "I'm so embarrassed."

"No need to be" he says, "It's our secret."

As her embarrassment and apprehension subsided she felt a attraction to him. It may have been because he was so nice about her incident, or maybe for the same reason she chose him, from all the rest, in her earlier fantasy. She took a quick glance at the bulge in his jeans and thought of touching it. That caused a tingling in her patient clit. Her glance wasn't lost on him.

"Yeah" he said, "watching you really turned me on." She thought of what it would have done to him if he had seen her naked on her bed. Again that thought was felt between her thighs.

"Oh, I'm so sorry" she said, "I wish there was something I could do about it."

"There's only one cure" he said. She sincerely wished she was free to do what every fiber of her body was prompting her to do.

"We'd have to clear that with Brad" she said.

Their suggestive conversation was brought to an end when they heard someone coming up from the basement. "Go" he said. She scooted back to her bedroom without being seen. She listened at the bedroom door and heard Warren and Brad talking in the kitchen. Good to his word, Warren didn't mention her embarrassing incident, but talked about how the poker game was going.

Her heart raced though when he asked if he could sleep over, saying that he had drank too much. "Sure" Brad replied, with a giggle "just don't ask Julie to your room."

"I can't make any promises" Warren replied.

"OK" Brad said, "just don't do anything I wouldn't do."I'll go ask her"...."to make up the bed in the guest room, I mean." "You're on your own with anything else."

She closed the door and raced back to her bed, grabbed the romance novel and pretended to be reading.

She glanced at Warren as she passed him in the kitchen, carrying the sheets to make his bed for the night. He had a grin on his face, but it was what she saw in his eyes that sent shivers through her. She was sure his reason for sleeping over was to do his best to get into her pants, and she didn't know if she had the will power to resist.

Another hour alone in her bed with all those thoughts running through her mind only had her hornier. Finally she heard sounds of the party breaking up. When the last goodnight was spoken Brad finally came to bed.

He was drunk, as usual, but tonight instead of passing out he started making moves on her. She was so primed for a stiff cock she welcomed his advances, even though she knew he couldn't perform when he was like this. As what usually happened when he wanted sex when drunk, he apologized for not being able to get it up and asked if she wanted him to satisfy her. She answered as she normally did, "it Ok dear, you can make up for it tomorrow night."

"Warren has a hard-on for you, maybe you could try him" he muttered. Within minutes he was snoring. His good intentions, which led to necking and feeling her up, only left her more frustrated.

About four hours ago she began masturbating to relieve her mounting horniness, four hours later she was hornier than ever.

Her pussy pounded as she lay there wondering if she should go see if Warren was still awake. She'd do him in a New York minute if she didn't have to square it with her conscience. She thought of how cavalier Brad had been in offering her to Warren. Maybe she should do it just to get even.

Oh well, she should go down to the basement to be sure there were no cigarettes left burning, or anything. She refused to admit it was just an excuse to go by Warren's room as she donned her bathrobe.

She could see from underneath his door that the light was still on in his room. She wasn't about to go and knock on his door, but if she happened to make enough noise, cleaning up, well..... It didn't require a lot of noise before he appeared on the basement steps, barefoot and wearing only his jeans.

It was obvious that he took care of himself; his tanned, muscular body was quite appealing.

"We meet again" he said.

"I just wanted to clean up a little" she said.

"Can I help?" he asked, walking in her direction. Her heart pounded as he approached.

As before, the crotch area of his jeans bloomed from his arousal. If she had a cock she could hang her robe on it.

He didn't waste time with small talk; he knew why she was there. He pulled on the belt of her robe, the robe fell open. She couldn't speak, move or resist, even if she wanted to. He pushed the robe back over her shoulders; she let it fall to the floor. She hadn't put her tee shirt back on, so she was now naked in her basement with a man intent on fucking her.

He crushed her tits to his bare chest and kissed her, almost making her cum. His kiss brought her out of her trance and caused her instincts to kick in. She fumbled with his jeans and soon had them down around his knees. He wasn't wearing underwear and she soon had his big, hard cock squeezed tightly in her hand. She jerked it furiously causing him to lean back to enjoy her hand job.

She impulsively crouched in front of him and engulfed his throbbing cock with her mouth. He moaned so loudly she was afraid it would wake even Brad.

He took charge again, got her to stand and backed her up to the poker table. She lay on the table on her back. He excitedly grabbed her thighs and pulled her pussy towards his waiting cock. It was her turn to moan loudly when his big dick filled her pussy to the brim.

He fucked her with a passion she'd never known. Her first orgasm was ten times more intense than any she'd experienced before. She came twice more before he unleashed an enormous load of cum. She could feel every pulsation of his big, beautiful cock as it emptied its seed into her.

"What did you do all night?" Brad asked, when he came to bed.

"Oh I just read some silly novel" she answered. "Everybody's gone?" she asked. "Nobody wanted to sleep over?"

"Nobody" he said, "it was a pretty tame evening, even Warren didn't drink too much."

"Too bad" she thought to herself, "maybe one day her recurring fantasy of him sleeping over will come true." At least it provided another evening of great masturbation and couple of great orgasms.



Poker Night



This is the first time she has been in the house during poker night, and has strict instructions not to come down once the play has commenced. She has even parked her car in a lay-by around the corner from the house so as not to alert the guests to her presence -- so strictly adhered-to is the no-girls rule.

She hears them all arrive, and downstairs the customary banter begins. Pretty soon they are all sat at the table and playing away, beers being drunk at the usual pace.

Having finished the second of her large glasses of wine, she decides to venture down for a refill. Throwing on one of his shirts, she opens the bedroom door as quietly as she can, and starts down the stairs.

They are mid-game. One player is already out, and the dealer is just ready to start the next deal when she appears coming down the stairs. Only the one at the end of the table with his back to the stairs does not immediately look up, and he soon turns round.

She is wearing a pink man's shirt. It is several sizes too big for her, and she has created a plunging neckline by leaving the top 3 buttons undone. With the length of the shirt-tails covering down to the tops of her thighs, it is not clear what she may or may not be wearing underneath...

"Evening," she says confidently. The confidence is largely due to the wine, and she does not wait for the mumbled answers from all around the table, but breezes through to the kitchen.

"Jesus, mate. You didn't tell us she was here," remarks one.

"You so would," remarks another, much quieter than the first. This leads the table to look to her partner for a reaction -- a wide smile is the reaction they get. Seeing this, the mood becomes more brazen, and a third remarks: "I wonder what she's got on underneath that shirt..."

"A big pair of pants!" The laughter that follows is partly due to the remark, and partly due to the fact that she has now returned to the lounge and has evidently heard the remark for herself.

"I bet you she hasn't," comes a reply amongst the laughter.

"How much?" Asks her partner, in a slightly more serious tone.

"A thousand chips," comes a reply from one of the others. This incites another round of laughter, although a little more restrained this time.

"It's a deal," says the partner, which promptly brings the laughter to a halt. "Babe -- take off that shirt." If it was quiet before, it is silent now. She feels her face flush even brighter red than the wine had already made it, and without stopping to think, she unbuttons the shirt with one hand while still holding the wine glass in the other.

At first, very little is revealed as the two halves of the shirt front sit neatly over her breasts. When she undoes the last button though, the two sides fall apart and it takes a few seconds for both her and the silent crowd to realise what this means. Her neat triangle of pubic hair is revealed to all -- a pin drop could be heard in the room full of beer-fuelled men.

Seeing the lustful gazes of the staring men, her self-consciousness starts to burn though the general wine-haze, but before she can turn and dash up the stairs, her partner breaks the stunned silence.

"Take it off, please." How dare he order her like that? She cannot fight her feelings though. Despite her outrage at being paraded in front of his friends, the electricity of arousal is also burning through the wine-haze. She slips the shirt off her shoulders and stands before them.

Six pairs of eyes roam up and down her body, and she can feel the collective arousal in the air as she stands with the shirt around her feet.

"Oh well. Looks like I owe you a thousand chips then". With that, she turns and walks back up the stairs, knowing that the six pairs of eyes are still relentlessly trained on her nakedness until she finally disappears into the darkness.

Oh my God -- what did I just do? The thought hits her as she closes the bedroom door behind her and downs about half of the newly-filled glass of wine in one attempt.

The atmosphere downstairs has changed, and it soon becomes clear that the six of them will not be satisfied with just looking...

-

The players look at each other then towards her partner who's seated at the end of the table, they smile as if nothing has happened, each of them feeling a large tightening in their jeans.

As the play continues downstairs she sits on the edge of her partner's bed, a mixture of excitement and fear running through her head -- would they come up for more or just respect that she's already taken..?

She lies back on his bed in a happy drunken daze as she hears footsteps on the stairs -- she sits up, unsure of how much time has passed -- the play has suddenly gone quiet downstairs. With each step on the stairs he heart is pounding and she can feel herself get hot.

"Hello...?" She sneaks a cheeky smile to herself

"Yes?"

The door slowly opens to reveal one of the players carrying a beer in one of his hands, he stars at her thighs and she can feel herself get wet under his gaze. He walks up to her and takes off the belt from his jeans, tying her hands behind her back with it, "This is too good to resist," he whispers. 

He slips his jeans down and she can see that she's had more of an effect on him than she innocently thought downstairs; meanwhile the other players can't stand the wait much longer and decide to join him in the bedroom...

-

If her hands being tied behind her back heightened her arousal, a blindfold being tied over her face tipped her over the edge. It meant that just as she heard the footsteps on the landing, the room went black. She could only hear the door being pushed open, but the number of voices revealed that the party had all abandoned the cards and moved upstairs.

She knelt in the centre of the large bed, completely naked, her hands tied by a belt behind her back, her eyes covered with a blindfold. For what seemed like an eternity, nothing more happened -- the onlookers just drank in the sight of her helpless body.

She heard movement, but before she could make out what was happening she felt hands pulling her down on to the bed. They were rougher than she expected, which added both excitement and nervousness to her desperate lust.

Separate sets of hands held her arms and legs apart as she lay back spread-eagled on the bed. Her thighs were held firmly and pulled wide apart to completely reveal her to the watching eyes. The pain this caused has outweighed by the dripping arousal which had overtaken her.

The hands holding down her arms are replaced by painful knees as her captors move on to the bed. She hears various sounds of buckles, buttons and zips being undone as they ready themselves to use her body.

-

A sudden sting on her backside as one of them slaps her hard makes her cry out in pain, however they just snigger and carry on. 

She feels something large and hard come closer towards her face and before she realises what has happened she has taken one of their huge throbbing cocks in her mouth, running her tongue over its shaft and towards the base she can hear the guy moaning in ecstasy, sucking it harder and faster another one mounts her from behind and starts to play with her ass which gets her even hotter,

"Fuck me, fuck my ass please" - she cries between sucks. Just as she says this one of the men comes closer to her and whispers in her ear, "You'll just have to wait; we want to hurt you for being such a naughty girl and interrupting our game!"

-

She feels are sharp pain as one of her nipples is roughly pinched. Her sharp intake of breath quickly turns into a squeal as another sharp slap hits her buttock. Before she gets the chance to voice her complaint, the solid cock is pushed down into her throat and she has to fight back the urge to retch as it fucks her mouth with no care for her gagging.

The pinching and pulling of nipples is now coming at her from both sides, and the harsh slaps on her arse are coming with tear-stinging regularity. They stop briefly, but before she can enjoy any relief, they return even more stinging as one of the card-players has realised the leather belt lay unused on the bed.

Despite her pain, she is dripping wet with the urge to be fucked and abused. She is just a sex object now, she no longer cares whose cock is entering her in whichever orifice, such is her lust.

The cock is quickly pulled from her mouth but before she can use the breathing space to beg to be fucked, another is forced in from the other side. Her head is jerked from side to side by a tight hand gripping her hair. She sucks one off and then the other in turn for a few seconds each. Soon she feels the early twitches of both approaching orgasm, and begins to wonder which will be first.

Her legs are lifted up to openly reveal her ass, and without ceremony at least two of them spit on her to join the ample juices that have run down to provide lubrication. It will not be enough to fully lubricate her, but so desperate is she to feel a man inside her, she does not care.

-

All of a sudden and without warning, one of the men rams his cock into her ass, she feels so tight and hot that he feels instant relief to be able to push his aching cock into one of her holes, he just wants to fuck this little bitch and won't take no for an answer.

She sequels out in pain as he rams harder and harder inside her, eventually the pain turns to pleasure and she's begging him to fuck her harder. One of the men slips underneath her and starts to touch her stomach and runs his fingers down her back. 

She feels overwhelmed by so many men and reaches out only to feel the other guys stood over the carnage, wanking off at the violent scene in front of them. Before she can think again she feels something spurt onto her face and hears one of the men moan with pleasure, she simply smiles, licks it off her lips and lets them carry on.

-

Somehow, she is twisted on her side and while her ass and mouth are pounded with cock, her dripping cunt is effortlessly entered and the three-way rhythmic fucking begins.

They pound in and out of her, the cock sliding out of her ass as the cock in her pussy is pushed in. Her moan becomes a low pitched gurgling sound as another cock is stuffed into her mouth. She is vaguely aware of another of them spraying her tits with come, but she can only real feel the building orgasm which centres around her lower body.

The relentless pumping is bringing her towards and almighty climax, and another throat-full of come takes her over the edge. Her juddering, seemingly endless orgasm is punctuated by the emptying of one of them into her ass, then almost immediately by the other in her cunt. As she starts to regain sensation in the rest of her body, she can feel more come running down the side of her cheek and in her hair -- she has no idea when or where it came from, so caught up was she in the mind-blowing fucking she had just taken.

-

When the beatings finally finish, they roll her onto her back and leave her: hands bound and blind folded at the bottom of the bed. They laugh, telling her, "Come down again if you dare..."

They go downstairs to complete the poker game and finish drinking. 

Lying there for a few minutes, feeling the guy's cum slowly oozing from her every orifice, she smiles; a mischievous, cheeky smile.

She reaches for her boyfriend's shirt and pulls the bottom over the ass that's just taken the biggest pounding of her life. Creeping downstairs, she sits half way down on the 5th step and grins, legs wide apart and licking her lips. The men look up, knowing that she'd never be able to resist coming down for more. 



Poker Night



A John and Cassie Story

It was Friday. Cassie was tired. Bone tired. It had been a difficult week. She worked in a commission only sales position and the pressure was always on. With the sluggish economy, business was tough. She worked hard through the week and always looked forward to the weekends. It was a time for her and John to get together and relax and enjoy each other's company.

As she drove home, Cassie thought about John. He had been her friend, lover and companion for over five years. They had shared a lot together. The intimate connections, physical, emotional and cognitive had forged a special bond between them.

Cassie knew that John would be waiting for her as she dove home. It was the first Friday of the month – Poker Night – Ladies Poker Night.

John had been an avid poker player since he was a little boy. Grandson of a river boat gambler, a love of cards seemed to run in his blood. With his keen math ability, his sharp mind and his acute ability to observe and interpret the behavior of people, John was a natural at cards. 

He had taught Cassie to play and had become a willing and eager teacher when she decided to host a monthly poker game for her girlfriends.

And so on the first Friday of every month, John acted as dealer and bartender for Cassie and her girlfriends as they enjoyed their monthly poker night.

Cassie made the quick trip home, knowing that she was late and hoping that John had things in order for the game. They had spoken earlier in the day and Cassie had told John than she might be late in getting home because of a late conference call with a client. John had assured her not to worry; to take care of business at the office and that he would arrive early to her house and get the wheels in motion for the game.

John had made the commitment to drive down to Cassie for these monthly games, because truth to be told he really enjoyed it. He had patiently taught a select group of Cassie's closest friend to play several different kinds of poker. And although Cassie had invested in the chips and cards, the ladies never seemed interested in dealing and really keeping track of the blinds and the scoring. So even after the initial lessons, John had settled into the role of dealer. He often thought that the ladies forgot he was there as they were playing. And that was alright with John. He was content to sit back and deal, remind them occasionally of the size of the blind and how the bets were running. But most of the time he kept silent and watched and listened. And each poker night, the ladies always surprised him.

John was a keen observer of people and had always loved the ladies. He had many close women friends and really enjoyed the female ways. Watching this close group of smart, articulate and beautiful women interact with each other was always a treat.

Cassie slid her key into the door and before she could even turn the lock, the door opened. John was there with a big smile on his face and a glass of wine in his hand.

"Hey killer," he said softly, "Tough day?"

"Oh John, you don't know the half of it."

He put the glass down on the teacart by the door and said "Well, not to worry now. Everything is ready for your game. The poker table is set and ready to go. I've got a couple of bottles of wine chilling and some goodies set out on the island for you girls to nibble on."

She sighed and looked up into his beautiful green eyes. "Oh John that's great. How can I ever thank you."

"I'm sure you'll find a way," John said as he helped her slip off her coat.

As John hung up her coat, Cassie took the glass of wine from the teacart where John had set it and walked back through the house to the kitchen.

True to his word, the dinning room table has been transformed into a poker table to rival Vegas and the kitchen island was filled with an assortment of delicious looking treats. 

Before Cassie had a chance to collapse onto the sofa, John was behind her. He reached for her and pulled her body toward his. She allowed herself to lean back into him trusting that he would hold her up. He always did. His right arm reached around her and gently began to caress her left breast. His left hand settled onto the soft roundness of her tummy. His big hand spread and firmly pulled her back tightly against him. Cassie could feel John's breath against her neck and soon his lips began tracing their way gently down the slope of her neck. The loose fitting silk sweater that she had worn to the office, slid down exposing a naked shoulder. John's lips and tongue danced lazily along the softness of her skin and Cassie moaned. She turned her head to the side and soon his mouth was making its way up to hers. Their mouths met. His lips were soft and gentle as he kissed her. His hands continued to explore her body. One hand gently massaging her breast, the other was moving slowly to the warmth that was already radiating between her legs.

As Cassie allowed herself to really begin to relax, she could feel the hot, hardness of John's erection pressing against her bottom. He pushed himself gently into her backside. She knew that he wanted her to feel the painful and obvious expression of his desire for her.

She slowly turned in his arms until she faced him. For just a moment she looked deeply into his green eyes and took in all that this man meant to her. Then she closed her eyes and her mouth found his again. Their kisses were becoming deeper and more insistent. The softness of their lips had yielded to the strong and deep penetration of their tongues. They danced a dance of old, exploring the deepest recesses each of the other's mouths. Her fingers laced in and out of his thick salt and pepper hair. John's hands were cupping her bottom now. With a hand firmly grasping each cheek, he pulled her to him and pushed the rock hard shaft of his penis against her. She could feel the heat through his jeans and her skirt.

How could this man turn her on so effortlessly, so quickly?

Easy, she thought. John was the best lover that Cassie had ever had. And the biggest reason was that John understood that desire begins in the mind. John's constant verbal 

foreplay put Cassie in a perpetual state of desire for him. 

Their mouths continued to connect them until the sound of the doorbell broke the spell. The ladies were beginning to arrive.

"Sit down and relax, Cassie. I'll get the door." John grabbed for his favorite apron and was tying it behind himself as he walked to the door. 

I wonder if he thinks that will hide that monstrous erection, Cassie thought as she sipped her wine. 

A few minutes later, John walked into the kitchen with Diana and Christin. He poured her friends drinks as they each curled up onto the comfy couch and began talking to Cassie. As usual, when the ladies began to arrive, their focus was on each other and John melted into the background.

John kept the wine glasses filled and served the goodies, as the ladies chatted and caught up with each other. They all looked forward to this monthly evening together. John had long since realized that for the ladies, this was much more about getting together to talk than it was about playing poker. Oh they enjoyed the game and some of them were quite good at it. They seemed to be able to multi-task better than his buddies. The ladies sat at the poker table, played their hands well, reading each other and the cards with effortless ease, while all the while keeping up several ongoing conversations about their lives.

Soon Sally, Laura, Marilyn and Betsy joined the group. Julie wasn't able to join them tonight because of a commitment at school with her girls. But that was OK, as Cassie's new friend Teresa was joining the group.

Finally, with all the ladies present and initial exchanges made, John suggested that they move to the table to start the game. He knew that left to their own devices, they would sit on the comfy couch for hours and just talk. But he was here to host a poker game he thought, so, he should get them going.

The ladies all brought fresh drinks to the table and settled in as John began to deal the cards. He gently reminded them of the basic rules that they were playing with and then sat back to deal and enjoy the evening.

The ladies seemed a bit more lively and animated than usual this evening. The wine seemed to be going down more quickly and the laughter was bright and frequent. John had learned a lot about women in general from these First Friday Night Poker Games and even more about this special group of women in particular.

They were a unique group of women. Each brought her own brand of beauty and sexiness to the table. Each woman had a different story and John had delighted in getting to know each of them over the months that this First Friday night ritual had brought them together.

Obviously he knew Cassie the best. They had been together now for over five years. To John she was an amazing woman. Cassie was smart and funny, genuinely warm and caring. She was independent and could stand on her own two feet, but he also knew her to be sensitive and vulnerable. She had opened herself to him like no other woman he had ever known. To Cassie, her life was pretty much an open book to her friends, and especially to John whom she considered her best friend. John was genuinely intrigued by Cassie even still after all this time. And physically, well never had a woman matched his sexual appetites like Cassie did. They were well matched physically and even after five years shared a rich, varied and deeply satisfying sexual relationship.

Diana had been a friend of Cassie for years. John had known of her for a long time because Cassie talked a lot about her. After several relationships with both men and women in her early years, Diana had finally come to realize that she was a bisexual. Telling Cassie had been both the easiest and most difficult of experiences. Diana believed that Cassie would love her regardless of her sexual orientations, but she was also very fearful of losing Cassie presence in her life. When the truth was finally spoken between the two women, Cassie gathered Diana in her arms and cried and smiled and laughed. Cassie had accepted Diana and had continued to love her. Their relationship had weathered that storm and was now stronger than ever. Diana was now involved in a long term relationship with a woman and was very happy. The two couples saw each other socially and all were very comfortable with each other.

John had first met Diana, when she had helped Cassie fulfill a very special fantasy that she and John shared – a ménage a tois. Just this past Valentine's Day, Diana and Cassie had conspired to surprise John with an unforgettable night of shared passion. The sexual adventures that evening with John and Cassie and Diana had been more than a dream come true and had brought John and Cassie even closer together. John had been concerned about how it might affect their monthly poker game, let alone the shared couples time, but it had not.

All the ladies seemed comfortable with what they had shared and if anything it had brought them all closer together. For John, the experience was the memory of a lifetime and the possibility that it may happen again was a continuing source of fantasy and arousal.

John didn't know Christin, Sally, Laura, Marilyn and Betsy as well and of course Teresa was really new to the group. Over the months that the ladies had enjoyed their First Friday ritual, John had come to know more about these women and he genuinely liked them. But then again, John didn't remember many women that he had met that he didn't like.

The game progressed. The ladies drank and talked and everyone seemed to be relaxing into weekend mode. As the evening passed, it seemed like a pretty typical First Friday game night to John. Cassie and her friends were bright and animated. Their laughter filled the room. It seemed that there was no end to the things that the ladies were able to talk about. He often thought that they forgot he was there. He sat silent most of the evening; dealing cards and pouring drinks. He spoke only when necessary to keep the poker game on track. The ladies bubbled on and on about work, their children, their romances.

Like Cassie, most the ladies were unmarried. Diana, Teresa and Cassie were the only ones in long term relationships. The other ladies dated, but none too successfully.

Listening to them talk over the past few months, John had developed a new understanding of the challenges of mid-life dating for women. As a man, it seemed easy to meet single women. Although he and Cassie were deeply committed to each other, that didn't stop John from checking out the field. Not that he would ever make a move to initiate a relationship with another women, but he knew that there were many out there to choose from if he had wanted to.

For the ladies, John had learned, it was different. It didn't appear that the numbers were on their side, for one thing. It sure seemed from the way they talked that, the number of single eligible women far outweighed the number of single eligible men. It also seemed that the guys that were out there looking were really snakes. They seemed interested in young beautiful girls, sometimes young enough to be their daughters and seemed to think that sex was the single criteria in gauging whether to form and/or continue a relationship.

Cassie and her friends had so much to offer. They were bright and articulate, funny and engaging. And as for sex, well it was a constant source of wonder to John that at this age and stage of his life, his sexual relationship with Cassie was the most satisfying that he had ever enjoyed.

He wondered about her friends. Diana, John knew was a passionate and open lover. His experience with her on Valentine's Day was very satisfying. Cassie sometimes spoke about the challenges that her friends were facing with the men in their lives. And often at the poker games, the ladies talked openly too. 

To John it seemed a shame that these bright and sexy women were more friendly with their toys than they were with a real live man. The women spoke openly of the different types of vibrators and dildos that they enjoyed and compared notes on the newest features. These women were highly sexual and John never tired of listening to them discuss the different ways that they had learned ot pleasure themselves.

When the conversation turned to these topics, John knew to keep silent and just listen. The ladies really seemed to forget he was there, so open was their dialogue with each other. John listened intently, focused on learning and maybe even picking up a few new tricks to use to excite Cassie.

Cassie was a strong and passionate lover. She knew what she liked and was easily able to guide him to new and different ways to pleasure her. She loved her body and freely shared it with him. She wasn't embarrassed and their sexual adventures included shared laughter, experiments with different toys and positions and just a general sense of healthy pleasure.

She was ready for sex at most moments and rarely did she say no to his advances. In fact, truth to be told, he more frequently begged off hers. But she was ok with that too. While sex with him was always her preference, she knew how to take care of herself when he wasn't able to for whatever reason.

Cassie loved oral sex and her mouth on his dick was a regular part of their sexual repertoire. She had the most amazing mouth. Cassie had taught John the pleasure of coming inside a woman's mouth. While he had always enjoyed a woman sucking on his dick, no one had ever done it quite like Cassie. He remembered the first time that he had come in her mouth. She was able to take him in so deep and hold him while he shot his load deep in her throat. She was awazing.

As John sat dealing cards, these thoughts running through his mind, he felt his dick grow. He wondered if the ladies would notice the growing bulge in his jeans through the glass of Cassie's dining room table.

Probably not. They were too focused on each other.

As the first game ended, Cassie got up to stretch. She moved easily through the room picking up and refilling glasses. She found her way to John and leaned down to kiss him deeply on the mouth. That certainly didn't help ease the hardness of his pulsating cock.

As the rest of the ladies also got up to move around and use the bathroom, John noticed Cassie going up the stairs. He didn't think too much about it. She was probably just choosing to use her bathroom off the master bedroom and leave the downstairs powder room for her guests.

John continued to straighten up as the ladies moved back to the table. They were discussing the possibility of a second game. Cassie found John standing at the sink rinsing some glasses and moved to stand right behind him. He was trapped between her and the counter. She stood on her tiptoes and began to nibble on his earlobe. She slipped something in the pocket of his jeans and then her hands quickly moved to the crotch of his pants. His erection had finally begun to subside. Not for long, as her hands moved gently but firmly over his dick. He could feel the electricity between them even through the thick fabric of his jeans. She could be a tease. He was so ready for her and now the ladies were discussing a second game. John was sure his ball were turning blue.

She rubbed her breasts against his back, all the while continuing to suck on his earlobe and knead his now growing again, dick. He was ready to explode. He had wanted her all week; been thinking about this evening and how it would end; in each others arms; tired, but happy, content and satisfied.

Teresa, Cassie's new friend, came into the kitchen and laughed. "Hey you two, we want to play another game. Can you tear yourselves away from each other?"

Cassie's laugh was deep in her throat. She turned to her friend Teresa and opened her arms to her. "Come here girl," Cassie said huskily. Cassie smiled as her friend stepped into her embrace. "Just wanted you to know that I love you girlfriend."

John watched them embrace. Cassie's new friend Teresa was what they used to call in the south, " a tall drink of water." She was almost as tall as he was and solidly built, like an athlete. She has dark auburn hair that fell loosely over her shoulders. Her breasts were full and her hips were round and curvy. She has the round muscular bottom of a basketball player. She was a mighty fine addition to Friday Night Poker. 

Cassie and Teresa walked arm in arm back into the dining room as John tried to adjust the budge in his pants so the ladies wouldn't notice when he joined them. That seemed futile, so rather than immediately joining the game, he slipped unnoticed upstairs to use the master bedroom bath. John stood quietly for a few moments allowing his erection to subside. As he stood reliving himself, he remembered that Cassie has slipped something into his pocket. He reached in and pulled out the cordless remote control for the pulsating egg that he had given her recently. "Hmmmm," he thought to himself. "This night is getting more interesting."

John settled himself into the dealer position at the table as the ladies continued to discuss a second game. It seemed like some were in favor and others were growing concerned about the time. John suggested a few hands of blackjack; a game that would allow individuals to leave at their own choosing rather than when the cards dictated. The ladies agreed and John began to deal.

As the cards played out, John looked over the table and smiled at Cassie. Gosh, she was a beautiful woman. Her soft blonde hair was falling over her face as she leaned forward studying her cards. He gazed longingly into the deep cleavage that she was showing. Her breasts were spilling out of the loose silk sweater that she wore. He could almost catch the top of the sweet pinkness around her nipple. His desire for her was about to erupt. He reached into his pocket and slid the roll switch on the remote control. She looked up startled. He could she her processing for a second what had just happened. As she adjusted to the now pulsating egg deep in her pussy, she smiled at John and said,"Hit me again." He did and she hit 21! Her smile deepened and she said huskily, "That felt good. Let's do it again."




Poker Night



The game of 21 continued. The ladies were growing tired and the animated, bright bubbly conversation and laughter had turned quieter, subdued, serious. The talk turned to deeper issues of intimate thoughts and desires. John was always surprised at the level that women, these women for sure, shared with each other. Listening to them talk so openly about their feelings; their joys and their disappointments, John was always aware that this was strictly female territory. Guys very rarely shared at this level. For men, it was always about the superficial, what you did, what you were going to do; rarely about how you felt. This was the time of the evening that John truly felt that the ladies forgot he was there. They were so transparent with each other. John held his silence and listened.

Soon Christin, Sally, Laura, Marilyn and Betsy said their goodbyes and made their way home. Each woman, before they left the table, kissed John lightly on the cheek or forehead and looked into his eyes and said thank you. They all seemed genuinely grateful for his presence at the evening's game. John wasn't sure why, but it felt good when they acknowledged and thanked him.

That left Cassie, Diana and Teresa at the table. It was growing late. The ladies had consumed a lot of alcohol and everyone was tired. John was tired too, he realized as he cleaned up the table and then the kitchen.

Cassie and her friends had moved to the loveseats in the living room. After he finished cleaning up, John settled next to Cassie. Diana and Teresa sat opposite them. 

Diana was talking about her relationship with her partner. They had been together for several years and seemed in most cases a good match. Jodie traveled a lot for work and Diana seemed to really miss her when she was gone. Diana was talking about their sexual relationship. She said sex with Jodie was great. They were well matched physically and shared many of the same preferences. The relationship had been nurtured and each woman was allowed to be both giver and receiver in the relationship. For the most part, Diana seemed to be happy. But Jodie was gone so much. It seemed like when they were together, their level of desire for each other was complimentary. But when Jodie was gone, Diana felt a great deal of sexual frustration.

Teresa was married to an older man. They had been together for a long time and their marriage was basically good. The age difference though had begun to create some challenges in their sexual relationship. That was to be expected and both Teresa and her husband had expected that. Living with the reality of it was still difficult. As a much younger woman Teresa was more frustrated by the lack of sexual experiences than her husband was. John knew from having talked to Cassie, that Teresa had even contemplated an affair. She loved her husband, but clearly needed more sex that he was giving her.

As John sat quietly listening to the ladies, he said a silent prayer for Cassie. They were well matched and their sexual appetites meshed very satisfactorily with each other. As she snuggled up against him, John was able to slide the roll switch on the pulsating egg again. Cassie's body reacted and she pulled her legs tightly together under her on the sofa. Her arm reached up and began to move slowly across his chest. He pulled her closer and continued to listen.

Teresa and Diana were sharing their feelings of frustration. Each clearly wanted to be touched; to be kissed, to be held. Their focus was on each other and after a while they seemed to be unaware of John and Cassie sitting only a few feet from them. 

As Teresa and Diana looked into each others eyes, and shared these most intimate of feelings, they began to reach out to touch each other. At first it was as if to emphasize a point. Soon it became a means of communicating empathy and caring. 

John continued to watch. It was the start of a real life porn movie playing out right before his eyes. Cassie seemed as oblivious to Teresa and Diana as Teresa and Diana seemed to be to her and John. Only John, an observant third child, seemed aware of the two intimate scenes playing out only a few feet apart.

Cassie moved even closer to John. She began tugging on his shirt; pulling it out of his pants so that she could slip her hand underneath it against his bare skin. Her fingers found his already erect nipples and began to tease them. She arched her face up to his and began to kiss him. At first her kisses were light and teasing. As Cassie's fingers became more intense on his nipples, her mouth opened and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. John opened his mouth to hers and reacted to her hot slippery tongue. He never took his eyes off Teresa and Diana.

They too had moved closer together and had begun to touch each other. In an unexpected connection, Teresa and Diana had begun to move from friends to lovers. Teresa's fingers laced through Diana's thick hair and pulled her face closer to her. Their eyes closed, their lips found each other. At first their kisses were tentative and shy. They were soft and gentle as if testing the response. Diana's hands found their way to Teresa's breasts and began to knead them through the thin cotton of her shirt. John could hear them both moaning softly. The kisses continued and John could feel the heat intensify. He watched as their mouths opened to each other. Even as Cassie's tongue danced with his, John could also feel Teresa and Diana's tongues dancing with each other.

Suddenly, Teresa pulled back and looked deeply into Diana's eyes. John could hear the unspoken question. He watched, feeling very much the voyeur that he was. Waiting. He didn't want this to end. Diana returned Teresa's look. Seconds passed. Then simultaneously they moved toward each other again with a passion that was now fully unleashed. 

Teresa and Diana were kissing each other deeply and repeatedly. Their hands were exploring each other's bodies. John watched silently as Teresa slipped Diana's t-shirt off and Diana slowly began to undo the buttons on Teresa's bouse. Even as John watched, Cassie continued to kiss him and demand his attention.

This was getting a bit difficult. He wanted to respond to Cassie, but everyman's fantasy was playing out right before his eyes – two beautiful women making love to each other.

Cassie seemed to sense that she didn't have John's full attention and pulled away from him for a moment. She looked at John and then followed his gaze across to her two friends on the opposite loveseat. She smiled as she watched them, clearly lost in the pleasure of each other. She turned again to John. Their eyes met and they could read each other's minds. Both Cassie and John had really enjoyed the ménage a tois that they had shared with Diana. Both had wanted to share more with her and now an opportunity seemed like it might present itself. And even if it didn't, Cassie was no fool. She knew that John was living out a fantasy; watching two beautiful women make love to each other.

When Cassie reached down for John's penis, she wasn't surprise to find it already hot, hard and straining the crotch of his jeans. She carefully unzipped his fly and moved to take him in her mouth. Cassie really enjoyed oral sex and honestly did it as much for her own pleasure as for John's. Going down on John now would provide him the chance to watch her friends.

Cassie pushed the fabric of his pants out of her way and slowly moved her mouth down the whole length of his penis. Without touching him, she positioned her mouth around him and until he was buried deep in her throat. Then she closed her mouth around him and heard his groan. She sucked on his huge erection; deeply taking in the full length of his shaft and rubbing the tip of his penis against the back of her throat.

John groaned with pleasure at the feel, finally of Cassie's mouth on his dick, but his eyes never left Teresa and Diana. Teresa had slid Diana's bra down and was sucking on her nipples. Diana leaned back again the end of the loveseat allowing Teresa to straddle her. Teresa's mouth and hands were working on Diana's breasts. Diana pulled Teresa's head deep into her cleavage. Diana moaned with pleasure as Teresa moved her lips across her breasts. With a free hand, Teresa reached down between Diana's legs. 

It was spring and the weather had been warm. Diana had on a cotton skirt. Teresa pushed the material up to expose Diana's bare legs. Expertly she slid a finger under her panties and started to pull them down. But the weight of both of their bodies on Diana's bottom, made the task difficult. Teresa struggled, unwilling to give up the grip on Diana's breast with her other hand and mouth.

John smiled as Diana tried to wiggle her bottom and help Teresa get her panties off. Soon both ladies were giggling and they pulled back from their fiery embrace. Teresa and Diana looked at each other and smiled. Then they noticed John. 

Both ladies looked over at John and in a flash realized that not only had they been sharing some very intimate moments, but that John had been watching the whole thing. John smiled gently at them and then glanced down to Cassie with her head buried in his crotch.

Now all three of the friends laughed and the sound startled Cassie. She looked up into John's eyes and he smiled first at her and then nodded in the direction of Teresa and Diana. Cassie turned around, exposing John's hot throbbing cock and began to giggle too. 

"Well, Cassie said huskily, "This is an interesting sight."

"Your mouth felt great on my dick, babe," said John. "And I got to watch Teresa and Diana. That made it even better."

"I bet," said Diana. I want to watch too!"

John, Cassie and Diana all smiled simultaneously at the thought of their Valentine's Day experience together.

"Teresa," Cassie said softly. "John, Diana and I have shared each other sexually before. We enjoyed a wonderful Valentine's Day ménage a tois. Are you OK with this Teresa? Because if you aren't we'll stop things right here."

The friends watched as Teresa blushed deeply. Finally she said, "Well, I've been with a woman before." She glanced at Diana. "I've always enjoyed the pleasure that one woman can give another," she said shyly, "but I have never been with a man and a woman at the same time. I've always wondered what it would be like."

John's mind was spinning, but he held his tongue. He knew that if this opportunity were to be comfortable and satisfying for everyone, that the ladies all needed to be in agreement. He checked his thoughts even as his cock stood hard, hot and at attention!

"Cassie," Teresa said, "you and John have welcomed me warmly into your home and into your circle of friends. I have always loved your open and free spirit and your zest for life. I have always imagined you, and John too, for that matter, as a sensual and satisfying lover. I think tonight is my chance to get to know you and John, and my new friend Diana, a whole lot better. But can we move somewhere a bit more comfortable?"

"Sure we can," Cassie smiled. "Let's go up to the bedroom.

John followed the ladies up the stairs to Cassie's bedroom. It wasn't a real big room. She had a small three bedroom town home that was usually just comfortable for her and her daughter. "But, hell," John thought, "we'll make the best of it. When did an opportunity like this come along?"

Once inside the bedroom, the ladies began to slowly undress. Diana's shirt and bra were already off and it didn't take her long to slip out of her skirt and those troublesome panties. She helped Cassie with her bra as Cassie slipped Teresa's cotton slacks down over her round bottom. They didn't seem to need anything from him at the moment, so John quickly took off his own clothes, pulled down the covers and plumped up the pillows. He laid the remote control for the egg on the nightstand and reached for the secret stash of toys. He set them on the nightstand too and leaned back against the headboard to enjoy the show

And boy what a show it was. The ladies were stunning. Each woman had her own special charms. All were mature women but each with a different body type. Three gorgeous pairs of breasts, three incredible snatches. Shapes and sizes and colors were all different; all were equally beautiful. And viewed all together, more arousing than anything John could remember. For a moment, he wondered if he would be able to satisfy them all. Then he quickly put that challenging thought out of his mind. He didn't need to entertain any doubts at this moment. And besides, the ladies had each other and also a box full of toys. 

John watched as the ladies touched and petted, kisses and sucked on each other. Diana and Cassie were comfortable and familiar with each other and they warmly welcomed Teresa into their embraces. It didn't take Teresa long to warm up to the two of them. 

The ladies moved to the bed. Cassie was sucking on Teresa's nipples and Diana now had her face buried deep in Teresa's pussy. John reached for the remote and slid the switch as he leaned over and began to finger Diana's cunt. Cassie always said that his large strong fingers were almost as much fun as his dick. Diana's pussy was already wet and his fingers slid right in between her lips. He pushed hard and fast into her. He smiled at Cassie over the heads and bodies of the lovely ladies knowing that the vibrations of the egg were working their magic deep inside her sweet pussy.

As John finger fucked Diana, he watched the fantasy play out before his eyes. These women were amazing. Though their bodies might not be as firm and tight as they once were, their sexual appetites were amazing. 

Teresa moaned in pleasure as Diana pleasured her as only another woman can. Wanting to return the favor, Teresa reached up to finger Cassie's pussy. As Teresa worked her magic on Cassie's clit, John watched her fingering the long slender cord that worked its way up into her pussy and connected to the pulsating egg. She gently pulled on the cord and the egg popped out. Teresa scooted over to position her mouth on Cassie's wet pussy and began to suck. As bodies realigned themselves, John moved behind Diana and shoved his cock hard into her pussy.

Teresa sucked on Cassie's pussy as Cassie sucked on her nipples. Diana's face was still buried in Teresa's pussy as John fucked her from behind. The moans and groans were a sure sign that everyone was pleased and pleasing. And from his position on his knees behind Diana, John could watch it all. What a gift these lovely ladies had given him. Now he just needed to return the favor.

John shoved his cock slowly and deeply into Diana. He knew that as much as she loved the feel of a man's dick deep inside her, it wasn't a sensation she was used to. He reached down and stroked her clit with his fingers. John knew that would push her over the edge. Soon Diana's mouth moved away from Teresa's pussy as she cried out loud with pleasure at her orgasm.

Teresa's eye's opened at her new friend's explosion of pleasure and she watched as Diana's body rocked back and forth rhythmically as John shoved his cock over and over again deep into her pussy.

"Oh John! Yes, Yes. Give me that hard, hard cock." Diana panted.

At the sound of Diana, Cassie too looked up from Teresa's breasts. Both watched as Diana's body shuddered. John just kept pumping.

As Diana's orgasm subsided, John slowed his paced and looked at the two other women. He of course, wanted to do both of them, but he knew that in this situation, it was best to let them take the lead.

Almost at once, Teresa and Cassie blurted, "I want some of that cock!"

John laughed. "Well ladies, there's enough for both, but you'll have to take turns."

Cassie pouted a bit and then said, "Teresa, you're my guest. You first."

Diana flopped over on her tummy as Teresa scooted down under John. She was on her back and looked up at him somewhat apprehensively.

"Are you sure, Teresa," John asked gently.

"Yes," she whispered and reached to pull him toward her.

Cassie watched from a kneeling position almost opposite John. She felt Diana move again and reach for one of the toys.

"Here Cassie, I'll get you pumped and ready for John." With that her friend began to slowly stroke her clit with the vibrator as she watch John lean over and begin to gently suck on Teresa's breasts. She realized then that John, gentleman that he was, would go slowly with her friend, making sure all the while that she was pleased and comfortable with all that was happening. John carried his weight on his arms as he leaned over and softly licked and sucked at the soft skin of Teresa's breasts. His lips glided over her glistening skin, alternately kissing and sucking and licking. Occasionally his teeth would grab a bit of her skin and bite down; not enough to hurt, just enough to keep her on edge. John made his way with practiced ease down the roundness of her belly to the snatch of hair above her pussy. He stopped then and reached down to finger her clit. It was red and swollen. Expertly John's fingers moved over her until her body began to tense. He could see that she was ready. He moved back slightly and eased his rigid, hot cock into the soft warmth of her pussy lips. As he positioned himself, he reached his arm out to Cassie. "Hey killer, taste your friend's sweet pussy juice," he said as he slid his dripping wet fingers into Cassie's open mouth.

Diana was teasing her clit with the vibrator as Cassie sucked her friend's pussy juice off of her lover's fingers. She watched as John slowly and deliberately began to slide his cock into Teresa's waiting warmth. Cassie leaned back and closed her eyes. She knew better than anyone how wonderful that felt. John's cock in her pussy was one of the most wonderful sensations Cassie had ever experienced. She never tired of it.

John pumped slowly at first. He wanted to be gentle. He moved in and out again, rhythmically. He knew how to move in deep and pull out slowly teasing her clit with the throbbing head of his dick. His patience and stamina were incredible. Even as his cock worked its magic on Teresa, John couldn't take his eyes off Cassie.

Cassie was leaning back against the headboard, allowing Diana to fully fuck her with the vibrator. She continued to suck on his fingers while her own had found their way to her pussy. Her fingers played with her clit. She knew exactly how to pleasure herself. He watched as her body started to tense. He knew from experience that she was about to experience an orgasm. Cassie's body began to shudder and the passion rose inside her. She was moaning loudly now as the orgasm wracked her body.

Beneath him, he was suddenly reminded of Teresa, as she too began to tense and shudder. John knew that the sounds of pleasure filled moaning from her friend was helping push Teresa over the edge into her own orgasm. 

As Teresa's body calmed, John withdrew his still hard cock from deep inside her. He was pleasantly surprised that he had been able to control his own orgasm long enough to provide orgasms for both Diana and Teresa. John realized as he lay back on the bed, his mind drifted to Cassie. While the pleasure of these ladies bodies was warm and wonderful, John realized that it was Cassie that he wanted.

Teresa and Diana curled together at the foot of the bed. Cassie moved over and curled up next to John. She sighed deeply as he gathered her close to him. Their bodies were sweet with sweat and shared pussy juice. Cassie reached over and drew John's still throbbing dick into her hand. She looked up into his face and said, "I want you to fuck me, John. Will you do that for me?"

"My pleasure killer, my pleasure."

John moved to allow Cassie to slide underneath him. He positioned himself between her legs and gazed down at her. Her nipples were hard and red. Her pussy was dripping wet and swollen. He gently pushed her legs up and apart and thrust his dick into her. She screamed out, not expecting his presence so forcefully. "Oh John," she said with a smile.




Poker Night



Cassie liked the power of John. He knew to fuck her hard, but never hurt her. She was amazed that he was able to balance just the right amount of force and restraint, alternately moving swiftly and with incredible strength in and out of her and then slowing and rubbing the throbbing head of his cock against her throbbing clit.

Both John and Cassie were ready for each other. This amazing night of shared sexual pleasure had served as a potent aphrodisiac. Cassie felt her body tensing again. She gripped John's arms tightly as her body was racked with one of the most intense orgasms that she had ever experienced. Her pussy was tingling even as John continued to thrust deeper and deeper into her. As her body quieted, she could feel his penis deep inside her as it too began to shudder. She could feel the semen rise through his testicles and up through his penis and spill into the warmth and wetness of her cervix.

What an amazing experience. The dance of passion that lovers had shared for all time never ceased to put Cassie in a deep and almost prayerful state. This was a connection between a man and a woman at its most basic. Cassie never tired of the miracle. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer for all that she was grateful for; this most amazing man and a couple of the very best friends a woman could ever hope for. She was blessed.



Poker Night



"Marie has really grown up," Tommy remarked as he took another sip of cognac. "She doesn't have time to hang out with me anymore with all the boys she's stringing along," he continued. 

"Yeah, I kinda noticed that. She'd always have a different guy pick her up after filming," Eric said. He accepted the glass from Tommy to take his turn in drinking. 

They were in Jake's apartment for poker night. It's a new thing Jake got them into. He says it's easier to talk during poker instead of while playing Dragon Ball, the favorite pastime of these actors. 

The conversation turned to Marie when Jake thought of inviting girls over to play poker but he didn't know any ladies who were any good at it. That's when Tommy revealed that Marie was really good in poker but because of her heavy dating schedule, he doubted she'd have time to play with them.

Puffing a thick cloud of fragrant smoke, Jake remarked, "So Marie's a playgirl now, huh? She didn't strike me as such but hey, girls can be deceiving." 

"Dude, you got it all wrong. She's still a virgin. It's just that she doesn't know which guy to favor," defended Eric. 

"Whatever. I just want to find out if she can defeat me in poker. It's getting kinda lame winning against you two all the time," Jake said. He took another puff at his cigarette. 

"It's 'coz you refuse to play for money. I'm not feeling motivated enough to kick your ass," Eric said defensively. 

"We'll play for stakes when you guys can get Marie in here to give me a run for my money," replied Jake. "But I doubt she'd give you jerks the time of day so my money's safe," he grinned. 

"Hah! She can't refuse me," Tommy said. "It's only Eric that she can turn down but not me," he stressed, pointing to himself. 

"Eric! What the---," Tommy reacted. He reached out to smack Eric on his head.

Eric ducked from Tommy's blow. "She'll be here next week, Jake, and she'll impoverish you," stated Eric, smirking.

"Oh, I can't wait..." replied Jake with a contemplative look on his face. 

x x x x x

A week later, Jake found himself at the losing end of a poker game. Incredulity was written all over his face. 

He was just thankful that he will be spared from having Eric and Tommy witness his failure. His two friends had already passed out on the couch after a few rounds of drinking cognac. "This is really good stuff," Eric said right before he began snoring softly against Tommy's chest. 

Marie calmly studied Jake. "Jake, are you ready to turn over that huge pot to me?" she asked. 

"You're not fooling me with this sweet and innocent act of yours, Marie," Jake said. "I bet you asked Eric to give you an advantage when he shuffled the cards earlier," he accused. 

"You're totally a sore loser, aren't you? I know from Eric and Tommy that you have a gargantuan ego but I didn't think you'd go so far as claim that I didn't win fair and square... AGAIN," she said firmly, arching her left eyebrow. 

"Ah, finally, she showed her temper," Jake remarked with relish. "I knew that nice girl image is only skin deep."

Marie was incensed with fury. "Hah! Whereas you can't even pretend to be a gentleman by admitting defeat. Let me remind you that I'm your guest, Jake. If I'd only known you'd act like a total jerk, I would've made other plans," she retorted. 

Noticing that Marie was dialing her phone, Jake said, "Are you going to call one of your boyfriends to pick you up now? Retreating from the battle already, Marie? Too bad all your boyfriends are too dumb to notice you're just playing them. I bet they really believe you're a virgin when in fact, you're already skilled in bed."

"Now stop right there, Jake," she said as she placed her right hand over his mouth. "I'm not a slut like you," she stressed.

Jake couldn't help but be fascinated by how Marie's face was flushed with fury, how fast her breathing had become due to anger. He licked the back of her hand which was still covering his mouth.

Marie was startled by the wet heat of Jake's tongue on her hand. She pulled her hand back and stared at Jake, confusion filled her gaze even as heat unfurled below her navel. It was the first time she ever had a reaction like that towards a man. 

"I'm sorry, Marie. I—I'll take you home now, okay? No need to call one of your boyfriends," Jake said. 

She shook her head. 

"I'm really sorry for the things I said. I know you're a virgin and I apologize for insinuating otherwise," he said. "Your first lover would be one lucky bastard to have a skilled poker player like you," he said jokingly. He lowered his eyes. "Make sure not to choose a slut like me, okay?" he uttered with a trace of bitterness. 

Grabbing his keys from his pocket, Jake turned to stand up from the poker table. "Let's go," he told Marie. 

He watched as she slowly stood up and approached him, an unreadable expression on her face. She sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

"Since you're such a slut, you wouldn't mind teaching me about sex, would you?" she asked Jake. 

"Marie, please. Don't tease me like this. I already said I'm sorry," Jake replied as he tried to remove her hold on him. 

"I'm serious, Jake. I'd have to have sex anyway. I'd like my first time to be with someone who knows what he's doing. I choose you, if you want me," she declared, meeting his stare even as she felt her face heat up from embarrassment. 

"God, you're beautiful," Jake said as he held her face to read the sincerity in her eyes. "I can't ensure that I won't be fumbly this first time... I've wanted you since you walked in the room tonight," he confessed. 

Smiling up at Jake, Marie pulled his lips towards her for a kiss. Shyly at first, then with more enthusiasm, she met his tongue with her own. She splayed her hands in his hair, removing the fedora on his head, as the kiss deepened. Lost in the kiss, Marie did not notice that they had moved to Jake's bedroom until she felt the softness of the thick bedspread on her back.

Jake ended the kiss to remove her pink strappy shoes. His hands caressed her calves, then her thighs, making heat travel up her body, centering on her womanhood. He reached for the hem of her black jersey dress, pulled it up and slowly revealed her black skimpy panties, the smooth skin on her flat stomach and her lacy bra. 

Gently removing the dress from her head, Jake said, "I love your choice of lingerie. Black lace always gets me worked up," he stated. 

"I only wear black underwear," she replied and smiled when she noticed the pupils in his eyes get more dilated. 

"Are you sure you're innocent?" Jake asked as he tried to control his libido. 

"I'm innocent but not ignorant," she replied. 

"Then you wouldn't be shocked if I undressed right now?" he inquired as he started pulling off his white shirt. 

"Of course not," she replied saucily. "I've seen your body in magazines, Jake." 

"Oh, yeah? Then you wouldn't mind helping me out, right? You know, Marie, a guy likes it when a girl helps him get naked," he said matter-of-factly. Not one to back out from a challenge, Marie got up from the bed and reached for the waistband of his jeans. 

Trying to act sophisticated as she unbuttoned his fly proved to be difficult for Marie since his jeans were tight and she couldn't ignore the bulge beneath the denim. Failing to undo the third button a second time, Jake groaned and covered her hands with his own. "Don't be shy around me, Marie. We're going to be more intimate as we continue. I'd like to have your hands all over me, like this," he said as he placed her hand on his cock which was still confined in his jeans. 

x x x x 

Marie lightly tugged at Jake's hard shaft. She heard him groan deliciously, the rumble resonating from his belly. She pressed a kiss on his bare stomach, which made him gasp. 

He pulled her face from his body, caressed her cheek with his thumb, then pushed her gently on her back. Unsnapping the rest of the buttons on his jeans while keeping his eyes on Marie, Jake said, "Take off your bra." 

She reached for the hooks on the front of her bra, undoing them and allowed the straps to fall off her shoulders. Swallowing visibly, she tried to overcome her nervousness as she bared her breasts to his heated gaze. The cool air that greeted her nipples caused them to pucker up. 

"Touch yourself," she heard him say as he tugged his pants off. 

Marie traced the tip of her left breast with her right index finger, feeling the nipple harden. Suddenly, her right nipple was buried in heat as Jake sucked on it, causing her to moan at the sensation. His hand wandered to her belly button, encircling it at first, then dipping a finger in the shallow indentation. When he applied pressure against her belly button, she felt electricity course down her body. The heat centered in the apex of her thighs and intensified as his mouth attended to her left nipple, biting it lightly then laving it with his warm and wet tongue. 

Overwhelmed by desire, Marie said, "Jake ---," but Jake placed a finger against her lips. 

"Marie, when a guy is licking your nipple, allow him to concentrate on the task," Jake said, laughing. 

Slightly irked, Marie replied, "Well, I'm glad you find this amusing, JAKE, but I just wanted to ask you to stop teasing me and to get this show on the road already." 

"A little impatient, are we? I don't want to hurt you so I have to make sure you're ready for me," he explained, brushing her bangs from her face. 

"I—I think I'm ready, Jake," she said as a throbbing sensation began between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around Jake's broad chest and placed close-mouthed kisses along his neck and collar bones. She pressed her torso against his chest, enjoying the feel of her nipples rub against his own. She was also very conscious of his erection against her inner thighs. 

"Let's see how ready you are, shall we?" Jake asked as he pulled aside the crotch of her skimpy panties and pushed her legs apart. Marie felt mortified as Jake continued to stare at her pussy without saying anything. She grabbed a pillow, drew it against her face, and tried to close her legs. 

"Marie, don't be embarrassed. You're very pretty here, all pink and wet and ripe," he said as he drew his finger against her slit, then circled her clitoris with its tip. Marie was drowning in new sensations. Her breathing grew louder when she saw Jake lick the finger that was slick with her essence. 

"I think you are ready, Marie," he groaned, pulling her panties off. He reached for a condom tucked underneath the bedspread and proceeded to encase his hard cock with it. Marie felt the heat between her thighs intensify as she watched Jake's hands move over his erect shaft. She also noticed the muscles in his stomach tighten as she splayed her hands over his belly.

He grabbed her right hand from his navel and placed it over his erection. He wrapped her hand around his length, and guided her on how to caress him. "This is how I like to be touched," he whispered in her ear as he moved their hands on his cock. 

His other hand went back to the place between her thighs, seeking her clit. He pressed her clit lightly then caressed it with a finger slick with her wetness. 

"Jake, please," Marie pleaded, pulling his hips against her own. 

Detecting the need in her voice, Jake placed her legs over his shoulders and gently introduced the tip of his cock to her slit. Pushing slowly, his penis entered her pussy. Marie felt the folds of her womanhood being stretched to accommodate Jake's thick length and after a few seconds, a burning pain developed in her depths as he pushed in. She couldn't help but gasp at the discomfort she was feeling. 

Jake tilted her face to look deep into her eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Marie. I don't want to cause you pain but it's unavoidable," he tried to soothe her by giving her light kisses and caressing her hips. 

"Breathe deeply, Marie," he coached her. One of his hands went between their bodies to rub her clit. She felt his fingers trace her slit which was stretched to encase his cock, pressing lightly. His fingers then returned to her clit, circling it. 

Feeling liquid heat flow from inside her, Marie sighed and pulled Jake towards her. Understanding her movements, Jake continued to push his cock deeper in her tight, wet canal. When finally, the whole of his cock was enveloped in her warmth, Jake released the breath he's been holding. 

"You feel amazing, my lady," he told her, peppering her neck with gentle kisses. 

Marie adjusted her legs around his shoulders which caused the throbbing sensation deep inside her to start anew. 

"Jake," she said, tracing his mouth with her thumb, "kiss me." Their tongues mated as Jake started to move his hips. She felt the head of his cock rub the flesh inside her pussy, the tempo increasing then decreasing, drenching her in euphoria. 

Moaning against Jake's mouth, Marie started meeting his hips with her own, tightening her hold on him. 

"You're driving me crazy," Jake groaned into her ear as he increased the pace of his thrusts. 

When Marie felt Jake's hot mouth tug at her right nipple, she arched into him, spreading her legs wide. When he began sucking on her nipple, heat burst from her core, making her cry out in ecstasy. Feeling her inner muscles tremble all around his hard flesh as she came, Jake's control broke and he released his seed deep inside her body. 

Carefully, Jake extracted himself from within her. He kissed her cheek and pulled her against him, wrapping the bed sheet over their naked bodies. Together, they fell into a deep slumber.

x x x x x 

It's been two weeks since they last saw each other. Jake's last visual of her was of her face lined with exhaustion but flushed with the rosy glow of orgasm. Her last memory of him was of him sleeping, holding the pillow she placed against his chest in order to leave his bed undetected. 

They were in the party hosted by a TV station for drama awards. When Jake went to the bar to ask for a beer, he spotted Marie sitting in a corner, chatting with her co-star Shane. 

He approached them. "Shane, congratulations," he said.

"Thanks, and congratulations, too, Jake," replied Shane. "Of course you must also greet Marie who is the best actress to your best actor," remarked Shane. 

"Oh, yeah. I already know she's a REALLY good actress," Jake uttered. Their eyes met and neither one of them said anything. Noticing the tension between then, Shane excused himself, saying he'll get a drink from the bar. 

"Are you not going to invite me to sit down?" Jake inquired as Marie kept her silence. 

"Why should I?" she replied. "I'm sure your harem is waiting for you here somewhere," she declared, trying hard to keep the anger she felt from showing in her intonation. "I don't think you should keep them waiting, Jake," she added. 

Noticing how she shivered in her spaghetti-strapped, lacy ecru-colored blouse, Jake took off his green jacket. 

"Here, looks like you're getting cold. I can't believe you don't even have a coat with you," he said as he drew near her, trying to place the jacket over her shoulders. 

"No, thanks. I'm okay. I'll be leaving in a while, anyway," she answered as she held off his hands. 

She flipped her phone and started making a call. He flipped her phone closed. "No need to call your boyfriend, I'll drive you home," he offered. 

"Ugh, please. The last time you told me that... Well, you know what happened. I learned my lesson so just please let me leave," she said, avoiding his gaze. 

"Are you pissed off at me about what happened that night, Marie?" he asked. "I wonder why when I'm not the one who left in the morning without saying a word. I guess you wanted to protect your pristine reputation and so dating me is totally out of the question," Jake uttered. 

"Date you? What are you taking about? If you were even remotely interested in dating me, you would have at least given me a call in the past two weeks, jerk!" she pointed out. The color on her cheeks turned red as she realized how upset she sounded. 

Sitting beside her, Jake reached for her hands. "I was stuck on location, Marie. I did want to call you but I thought you just wanted to gain experience from me so you could go your own merry way and entertain yourself with your long line of suitors," he said. 

"I don't just sleep with anybody, you know. I thought how I felt was already too obvious since I jumped into bed with you and that is despite the fact that we haven't even gone on a date," she snapped, fuming in anger. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd go for a slut like me," he explained as he pulled her hands against his lips. "I'm crazy about you but I had no inkling if you even liked me."

Feeling heat suffuse her as she felt his mouth on her hands, on her wrists, she said, "You really are an idiot, Jake. Thank goodness you're great in bed and too good-looking to resist." 

As Marie hugged him, Jake inquired, "Are those the only things you like about me?"

"Well, you can add the way you roll your hips in the list. But really, what else is there? You even suck at poker," she said, laughing, as she pulled him for a kiss. 



Poker Night



New Year's Eve party at my girlfriend's friend's condo. I wandered away from Jules as she stood in a circle with three other girls gossiping and laughing about another girl across the room. The two ice cubes in the bottom of my drink glass rattled, subtly signaling me to head toward the bar. So I did. 

Pushing through the melee, I accidentally bumped a stranger's elbow and consequently spilled his drink down the front of his ostensibly tailored and mint-colored, button down shirt, discoloring the expensive fabric. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry," I said, truly apologetic. 

He looked down at his shirt then up into my eyes with a pair of the most exquisite, piercing, silver eyes I have ever seen. Without anger in his voice, he said with a coquettish grin, "No, it's ok. It was bound to happen," and he leaned in close to my ear, his fresh warm breath on my neck, ignoring the woman he was talking to before the mishap, and he said, "it's packed liked a can of sardines in here."

At the bar I handed him a wad of drink napkins to soak up the mess I'd made. I insisted on buying him a drink and, "Ah, what the hell," he said, "get me a gin and tonic." 

I ordered the same thing and when we got our drinks we found ourselves alone in the quiet shadows of the corner of a room, talking about our girlfriends, about sports, music, books, life. He told me his name was "William."

As we spoke he looked out through the crowd for his girlfriend and, standing by his side, I looked him over. He had a deep, rich, bronze tan and combined with his dirty blond hair, slender body, wide shoulders and square jaw, I thought he might a descendent of German Olympians. As I scanned his frame my eyes fell over his crotch, and I couldn't help but notice a thick and long bulge in his tailored slacks. 

He tapped my shoulder and when I looked u, he was staring into my eyes again, that grin on his face again. Suddenly embarrassed, I cleared my throat and averted my eyes. He said, "So, you play poker?"

"Um, yeah...well, from time to time, nothing too serious though."

"You should come out. A buddy of mine...James, he has a game every Thursday night."

"Thursdays."

"Yeah. It's ladies night. They go out and we stay in. Drink some beers. Smoke cigars. Shit like that. Manly shit."

I laughed nervously and told him I was interested. I gave him my phone number and just as he was slipping his cell phone back into his pants pocket, our girlfriends honed in our location and staggered toward us hand-in-hand. Obviously drunk, Jules slurred as she said, "What are you two doing over here? Are you hiding from us? You know it's almost midnight?"

William and I parted ways with a handshake and with our drunk girlfriends in our arms and he vowed to call me the following week. 

A couple of nights after New Year's, I awoke in my bed in my apartment with an engorged and pulsating hard-on. Since Jules has her own place and hardly ever stays the night, and that night was not the exception, I threw off my duvet, pulled off my basketball shorts, closed my eyes and began stroking my neatly trimmed seven inch cock. 

Initially, I thought about Jules going down on me as I sat spread-eagled on the edge of my couch cushion. She was soon joined in my dreams by William as he swaggered out of the bathroom naked, his thick and tan, soft Germanic cock swinging against his thighs with each slow step toward me. Jules continued to suck my cock, gagging herself on my meat, but William climbed up onto the couch and sat on the armrest. 

I looked from the top of Jules' head to William's cock inches from my face. Looking up into William's eyes, he smiled then nodded his chin at his man meat. I licked my lips and hesitantly reached over and grabbed the base of his cock. He leaned back and exhaled loudly, in ecstasy. William's cock felt so thick in my hand even though it was only semi erect. I stroked it slowly at first, like I would stroke my own cock, and suddenly I felt this overwhelming urge to put it in my mouth. 

I licked my lips again and eased my face closer and closer to his ever-hardening cock. William ran a hand through my hair and gripped the back of my head. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I licked the tip and I felt like a lightning bolt had just surged through my body. I wanted all of it in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his bulbous mushroom head, dampening the tip with my spit, then wrapped my moist lips around the shaft. His foreskin was warm and tasted a bit salty, but simply having his hardening cock in my mouth made me want to spurt. 

William pushed my head down on his dick and I opened my mouth wider to compensate for his immense girth. He pulled my head up and pushed my head down over and over again until I took over on my own, ravenously bobbing on his monstrous rod, ravaging his cock with my mouth, stretching my throat until I gagged, alternating between sucking, licking, and stroking. William tightened his grip on my hair and exploded in my mouth, his cock tensing with each spurt down my throat, and that's when I came all over my stomach and chest, even hitting my chin and lower lip. I licked my own come off my lips and decided I wouldn't mind if William came in my mouth. 

The next few days were miserable. I anxiously awaited William's phone call and I masturbated every morning in the shower and every night in bed, fantasizing about William's cock in my mouth, his shaven balls in my mouth, us in the 69 position sucking the come out of one another's cock, him reaming my tight ass with his baseball bat cock, with his big balls slapping my hamstrings. 

William called me at noon on Thursday as I stood in the bathroom stall at work with my pants around my ankles and my hard dick in my hand. "Hey, you got plans tonight," he asked. 

"Poker, with you."

"Good," he said and gave me the address. 

Everyone was there and well into a second hand of poker when I arrived at James' split-level house. James, 5-foot 9-inches tall, heavily muscled and black, greeted me at the door. He wore a yellow polo shirt two sizes too small, making his biceps look as if they'd tear the sleeves at any moment. "You must be Rob," he said more than asked. 

"Yep," I replied and held up a case of beer. 

"Great. Come on in." 

James handed William the case of beer and after William disappeared into the kitchen, James introduced me to the other two players, Marcus and Tommy. On his way back into the room, William handed me a beer and said, "They're straight," low enough for only me to hear. James smiled and William sat. I pulled out a chair between William and James and took a long sip from my beer. James bit the end off of a cigar and handed it to me. He lit my cigar and flipped the Zippo lighter closed, his hand tracing the outside of my thigh as he slipped the lighter into his pants pocket. 

After about seven beers and a dozen rounds of poker, Marcus and Tommy stumbled out the front door toward their car. As soon as the door closed, William hit the power button on the receiver and turned on some contemporary, ambient music. I sank into James' chocolate leather couch and sipped my beer. William said, "Fuck, I couldn't wait for them to leave."

From the kitchen, James yelled, "Me too."

Sitting across from me on James' modern Japanese-style coffee table, William stared at me as he unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt. He tried to pull it over his head and when he realized he needed help, he leaned forward and I pulled the rest off, exposing his smooth, tan, and bare chest. I let his shirt fall to the floor by my feet and he sank to his knees in front of me, his hands on the tops of my thighs, his eyes fixed on mine. 

My dick twitched in my pants and William ran both his hands forward, closer to my groin, at the same time walking himself in closer. 

My heart began to race and my breath quickened, my dick grew inside my pants. 

William licked his lips and grabbed both sides of my face, pulling my mouth down to meet his, and we kissed, soft at first. His fingers on my skin made me quiver like a school girl. His soft and full lips pressed against mine were like magic, opening a slew of erotic yearnings I never imagined I had. 

William darted his tongue into my mouth and we French kissed for what seemed like hours. Soon my shirt was off and he was unbuckling my belt. Still locked in a deep embrace, our tongues battling for superiority, William stood, pulling me up with him. He yanked my belt from my pants and dropped it clattering to the floor. 

William kissed my neck. He suckled on my earlobe, his breath tickling me and giving me goose bumps. Slowly he worked his mouth down, pausing momentarily over my shoulders, then my chest. Then, taking a nipple in his mouth, William sucked and bit down lightly. He coiled his tongue around my nipple then moved to the other one, tugging gently with my tiny nipple between his lips. 

My cock begged to be free and when William realized this he popped the button fly open. With both hands, he slid his fingers between into my jeans and pulled my pants down to my ankles. My cock stood straight up like a meaty flagpole and it stared him in the face when he raised his head. "Mmm...no undies. I like that," William said lasciviously. I wanted him to grab my cock and devour it with his mouth, but he waited, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. 

Completely naked from head to toe, James walked into the room. His muscles rippled beneath his smooth and creamy, caramel skin. His turgid cock stood upright as he glided across the floor to where I stood, to where William slowly lowered himself to his knees again. 

James pushed me backward onto the couch. William untied my shoes and slipped them off, then my socks and pants. James stood by my side, our legs toughing, and he stroked his dark meat stick as William turned and removed his pants. 

James asked, "You like what you see, white boy?"

I didn't answer. James repeated, gritting his teeth, "I said, you like what you see white boy?"

"Yes...yes," I said, reaching for my cock. 

James slapped my hand away. "Oh no, white boy. That cock is mine."

William faced me and his cock was larger than I imagined, so large and heavy that it was impossible to stand at attention. It hanged there like a one liter soda bottle. I desperately wanted to taste it then. 

"Would you look at this," James said to William, "this white boy can't wait to get his lips around your dick. I thought you said he was a virgin?"

"I am," I said, panting, "I am." 

"Pull your legs up," James ordered me and I complied, grasping my legs behind my knees and pulling them toward my head... 

James maneuvered behind my head and held the backs of my knees by my ears while William kneeled down. He pushed up on my lower back, raising my ass and balls and cock closer to his face. I spread my cheeks with my hands so William had easier access. 

"Suck my dick, white boy," James instructed and I rotated my head. James huge black cock eyed me and without hesitation I greedily gobbled his cock up, taking it in my mouth. Greasing it with my spit, I licked the shaft. His balls smelled like sweat, but that were electric in my mouth. 

William tongued the rim of my asshole then wrapped his hand around my throbbing cock. "Mmmmm....god your fucking cock tastes so goooooood," William said, then shoved my meat back into his mouth. I slurped on James' black cock, forcing my head down as far as I could take his meat down my throat as he kept pressure on the backs of my knees. James grunted and said, "That's it, white boy, take daddy's cock all the way down your throat, that's it."

I felt a pressure in my ass and spit James' cock out of my mouth. Gasping for air, I looked down and William had two fingers in my ass, warming me up for his thick cock I suspected. 

"Oh god, William, yes," and William pumped his fingers in and out of my asshole with increasing fury. Soon he was banging my asshole with three then four fingers. 

"Put my dick back in your mouth boy," James said and I did. 

Instead of bobbing on his cock, James thrust his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. William fucked my ass with his fingers and sucked my cock, taking all of it into his mouth. 

As James fucked my face with his beastly cock, I looked down and saw that as William sucked my cock and finger banged my virgin ass, he also stroked his monstrous cock. So talented. 

James let go of my knees and grabbed the back of my head and he held my nose against my abdomen as he exploded into my mouth. It seemed like his come would never stop. He yelled as he came, "AHHHHHHH," with his head arched backward. His cocked pulsed and pulsed and I sucked and sucked until his cock was bone dry. I swallowed his gallon of come and spit his cock out and James fell backward onto the couch. Spent. 

William said, "You're ready for me now," and he flipped me onto my stomach so that my ass stuck up into the air. "Hold your ass cheeks open," William said. 

I pulled my ass open wide and I felt the tip of William's cock at the entrance into my asshole. Inch by slow inch he eased his cock in. "Ohhhhhhh my GAWD," I said, "Holy shit."

William worked his cock in and out of my asshole, in and out, in and out until finally I felt his thighs against my hamstrings. His cock was all the way in and it felt incredible. His meaty cock stretched my asshole and rubbed my prostate. He increased the tempo, fucking my ass faster then faster then faster. He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer so that his cock went deeper. The sound of our sweaty skin smacking against each others. 

James was hard again and poking at my lips with his cock. I slipped his dick into my mouth. William fucked me hard and suddenly I felt an explosion as I came all over the floor, my entire body quivering, my cock gushing with come, spraying the floor with my sticky seed. I tried to scream, but James held my head down onto his cock. William fucked my ass like it was the last time he would ever fuck anything. He came inside my ass, filling my guts with his warm juice. James came in my mouth again. All of us screaming in pure ecstasy, our balls drained, we slumped to the floor in a twisted heap of heaving, sweating, and masculine body parts, with our legs and arms and cocks intertwined like a massive spiderweb. 

We fucked twice more that night and Thursdays are no longer poker nights with the guys. It's poking night with William and James.



Poker Night



Viktoria knew her husband was cheating on her; she was catching onto the lost hours in his days, the longer than usual hours at the office. He was good at covering his tracks, but she knew there was someone else to whom he was giving his affection; He sure wasn't giving it to her. She couldn't remember the last time they had sex, or even had a romantic evening together. Viktoria couldn't understand why. Yes, she was middle aged, but she had kept herself in amazing condition. She watched as other men watching her. She could hear the younger inters at her office talk about her body when they didn't think she was around. 

This is it then. If he's going to go out and getting his, she would start doing the same. As she stood in front of her full length mirror in her sexy revealing outfit, she let a naughty little grin escape out the side of her mouth. Viktoria knew exactly where she was going to start. The sound of her high black stiletto heels clicking on the concrete as she approached the front door of Frank's house. The first Thursday night of each month her husband's five best friends gathered for their annual poker night. Frank was the neighborhood's resident bachelor. Everyone else in the suburb was married with kids; and these friends seemed to enjoy meeting at Franks to break away from the monotony of matrimony for a couple of hours. Wives had always been invited to join, but it was more of a courtesy invitation.

Viktoria looked at her freshly painted nails once more before she tapped her knuckles on the front door. One last tug and shifting of the fabric of her dress before the door swung open. It was George, her husband's best friend, and one of the men in the neighborhood she had always had a bit of a thing for. His name wasn't actually George. But that's what all the women in the neighborhood call him, because of his slight resemblance to George Clooney. His face was one of surprise and confusion at first. But as she followed his eyes move unconsciously up and down her body she knew she'd have no trouble invading this boys club.

George invited her in, took her coat, and led her to the basement. The smell of cheap cigar smoke, stale nuts, stale beer, and male musk had to almost be parted to walk through. When they reached the table Viktoria looked to see the hand she'd been dealt. George returned to his place at the far end of the table, as he introduced her to the group. To his right was Frank, who looked up from his card only briefly at first to wave hello; he quickly did a double take as his eyes consumed her figure. Next to him was Jake, a little older, a little heavier set than the rest, he was the joker of the group; his cigar nearly fell out of his mouth as it gaped open looking at her. Then the last one, to George's left was Mitch. He was a young 22 year old newlywed. From her angle standing behind him she could see the fabric tighten on his shorts as he couldn't stop staring at her breasts, which hung precariously right above his head.

She told them her husband was away at work (so he said) and she was bored and looking to have fun tonight (all true). Pulling up a chair between Frank and Mitch, and plopping her elbows on the table, she announced she wanted to have a lot of fun tonight. As soon as the men's heads collectively cleared George began dealing. Frank explained the buy in amounts (low amounts, this wasn't Vegas), and asked her if she brought any cash. Another naughty grin to herself and she reached her slender fingers between her cleavage and pulled out a small stack of bills. She knew it was cliché, but she was living out a fantasy and didn't care. George began dealing and the first few hands passed. She hadn't played poker much, just a couple of times in college, and soon her meager funds began to dwindle; but this was all according to plan.

Soon, with little left in her stack, it was Viktoria's turn to call. With a coy glance around the room she announced a proposition. Instead of money she would add a kiss to whoever won the pot. For a moment the men froze; then, as Viktoria had hoped, a mixture of male ego, peer pressure, and hormonal desire lead them all to agree. The hand continued, once again Viktoria lost, stood up, pushed Mitch back in from the table in his chair, sat down on his lap, and wrapped both her arms around his neck. Viktoria crossed her legs in a high arching motion, bent over and kissed him squarely on the mouth. She and he both moaned as her lips parted his and her tongue assaulted his mouth. They moved their head from side to side and she could feel his body relax under her; all except his cock, which she could feel throbbing under her ass. After what seemed like quite some time, she sort of lost track of herself sitting on and violating this young stud, she returned to her seat, evened out her dress, and asked whose deal it was. The men regained their composure, it was especially difficult for Mitch, and they scrambled to begin the next hand.

The next time around again Viktoria had nothing to wager, all of the men seemed to lean towards the center of the table in anticipation of her next proposition. This time without saying a word Viktoria again stood up and placed one foot on the table. Slowly she undid the zipper down the side of her boot, and placed it dead center in the pot. The men all stared at the black leather footwear in the middle of the table as their minds grasped to realize what was happening. Then once again, they quickly and eagerly continued the game. The hands came and went; Victoria lost many, and won some. When she stood to remove her dress she turned her back towards her audience. She reached up and gripped the zipper tab with her finger tips and pulled slowly down; in the silence of the room you could hear the clicking noise as she pulled down. She bent down to steady herself as she stepped out of the heap of fabric, and she could hear all the chairs around the table creek as the men leaned to gain a better view. When she stood up and turned around she showed the group that all she had been wearing nothing underneath the sheer fabric of her short black dress. She could feel the warm air against her naked skin. Her wet cunt caught a gust of cool air and sent shivers up and down her spine. Viktoria simply sat down and threw her dress on the pile. And a few hands later when she won it back, she simply folded it up and placed it in front of her with her spoils.

It didn't take long before all of Victoria's money and clothes were spread in front of each of her opponents. She casually leaned back in her chair with her legs crossed and one arm draped back over the seat of her chair waiting for George to deal. All four of the men were sitting on the edge of her chair waiting to find out what she would wager now. The hand was dealt and when it came her turn to bet the room was so silent you could hear the furnace humming in the background. 

"Well boys," Viktoria said in her most sultry voice "Looks like the only thing I have left to pay with is my body. So, whoever wins this next hand, will get my body to for 5 minutes." With that she tossed her long brunette hair back and folded her cards in front of her. The group of men all fumbled with their cards and turned a stony focus to winning the hand. In the end George beat Mitch with three Jacks to Mitches pair of aces.

A very big smile grew on Viktoria's and George's faces from ear to ear. She had been waiting for this moment ever since she'd moved into the neighborhood. Viktoria stood up and slowly, swaying her hips from side to side, sauntered over to him. He pushed his chair back away from the table and leaned back looking up at her. When she reached his chair she leaned over supporting herself with her hands on each of his arm rests. Glancing up at a clock on the wall she asked him how he wanted to use is 5 minutes. Still sporting his huge smile he told her to sit on his lap. This time instead of riding side saddle like she had on Mitch's lap she opened her legs wide and carefully straddled him, supporting her body with her arms on his shoulders.

From her position George's face was right in front of her naked breasts. He reached his hands up and cupped a breast in each hand. She could feel his rough masculine palms against her skin. Her already sensitive aroused nipples seemed to tighten and harden even more. As he began squeezing with his fingers she felt him kneading the soft but firm flesh of her breasts. He pushed them together and pressed against her body; her body responded, almost unconsciously by leaning towards him. She bit her bottom lip and began moaning while writhing and grinding her hips on his lap; she felt his hard cock stiffening beneath her and between her legs. George leaned forward and pressed his lips against her nipples. She felt as he wrapped his lips around one nipple, while pinching and stimulating the other with his fingers. She threw her head back and arched her back trying to press her body as hard against her face as possible. Viktoria looked over and saw that all three pairs of eyes were glued to her. She laughed, almost giggled like a little girl, it had been so long since a man had touched her, and so long since a man had desired her this strongly, now she had four as her private playthings.

Viktoria reached up and gripped George's short peppered hair between her fingers. She could feel his tongue, lips, and mouth devouring her tits. His moans and the slurping sounds he made were muffled and distorted by her skin. Before she knew it his time was up, and it took quite a bit of convincing to get him to stop, but a bargain was a bargain, and he would have to win another hand to have her for longer. She moved over to the other side of the room and boosted herself up onto Franks wet bar. Placing her feet on two barstools, and supporting herself with one arm she leaned back, spread her legs wide open, and began fingering her wet swollen cunt; and waited for the winner of the next hand. 

The four men quickly dealt and began wagering. They each fumbled with their cards and chips as Viktoria began putting on a very distracting show. Frank cheered in excitement as he laid down two pair and nearly knocked over his chair as he leapt towards Viktoria in excitement. Before she could ask him what he wanted to do he was knelt down in front of her his face buried in between her legs. Laughing she gripped him with both hands around his head as she nearly toppled back behind the bar. Soon her laughter turned to moans of pleasure. His tongue, lips, fingers, and even teeth were everywhere, in and on all the right spots. He stimulated her clit until her whole body started to quiver and shake. She nearly dug her fingernails into his scalp as she felt her whole body release and she began to cum. Her neck flexed and she screamed out "yeah, oh yeah, Yeah!" as she locked her ankles behind Frank's head. The whole process of course took more than five minutes, but there was no way she was going to stop halfway through. Frank stood up and kissed her on the mouth, she could taste her wetness on his lips. He then obediently walked back to his chair and asked who was dealing.

The next hand was very hard fought and in the end young Mitch came up with a straight to win. Viktoria's eyes widened as she had been looking forward to him since their kiss. Mitch walked over to her and in a gentlemanly manner extended his hand towards her. She blushed a little at the chivalry and placed her hand in his. He helped her step down from the bar and was about to ask him what he wanted when she felt him tenderly place his other hand on her shoulder and press down. Viktoria's eyes narrowed and she grinned again. Following his prompt she knelt down on the floor in front of him. Without further prompting her think feminine fingers reached up and undid his dark slacks. Reaching her hand into his pants she gripped the hot, hard, throbbing flesh of his young dick. She moaned in pleasure as one does before a delicious meal, and she may have even licked her lips. As she pulled his cock from beneath the fabric she just knelt there staring at it for a moment. But it wasn't more than a moment before she opened her mouth and pressed her lips to tip. She kissed it a few times, then took her tongue out and licked it up and down its full length for a while. She took his head between her lips and sucked hard, her cheeks sinking into her mouth as she stroked the shaft with her fist. Mitch began thrusting his hips slightly as she pushed her head forward taking him completely into her mouth. His prick was warm and she could feel it sliding over her tongue in her mouth. The tip of his head pressed against the top of her throat.

Viktoria closed her eyes and completely lost herself in the moment. She gripped and squeezed his youthful ass with both hands as she sucked on his throbbing cock. When she opened her eyes she realized she had gone well over Mitch's five minute time limit. Five minutes was not nearly enough time. She pulled his cock from her mouth long enough to apologize to the rest of the players and told them to continue the next hand without Mitch; and that she would reward the next winner accordingly. The three men then attempted to split their attention between the game they were playing and the show Viktoria was putting on. More than once, one of them would sit hypnotized when it was his turn. A cheer of victory drew Viktoria from her task as Jake stood up with his arms in thrust up in victory. Not missing a beat, or rather a bob of her head she waved with one hand for him to approach the two of them. As Jake made his way over Viktoria was not quite as excited. Of the four she felt she was least interested in him; he was not as fit as Mitch, his hair wasn't as perfect as George's, and she was sure his tongue couldn't be as adept as Franks. Still, a deal was a deal. As Jake took his position next to her she continued sucking on Mitch's cock while attempting to undo Jake's pants in the opposite direction. Jake, sensing her difficulty reached down his hands and opened them for her.

As he pushed his slacks down around his knees Viktoria let out an audible gasp and Mitch's hard prick fell from her mouth. Gently with the tips of her fingers she caressed Jake's huge thick dick. It was the biggest dick she could ever remember seeing; it hung down in front of him fully stiff, but not perpendicular because of its weight. She snapped back to reality and grabbed a throbbing cock in each hand. In unison she pumped her fists up and down. She could feel the veins throbbing against her palms. She took turns licking and kissing each of the hard pricks in her hands. Viktoria couldn't control the huge smile on her face. She grinned and giggled uncontrollably as she took each of these men's rock hard delicious cocks between her lips in turn. She would suck one as deep in her mouth and throat as she could (which was difficult in Jake's case), while stroking the other with one hand vigorously. She would then pull one cock out of her mouth and switch to the other.

This continued for some time until she could see Mitch was ready to cum. He shook his head yes when she asked him if he wanted to cum in her mouth. Still stroking Jake's huge dick with both her hands she sucked Mitch's down her throat and sucked hard. Her vibrating lips made sucking and slurping noises as she bobbed her head up and down. Mitch gripped her head with both hands as he stood on his toes, licked his knees and thrust his hips forward hard. She felt his hot salty jizz squirt into her mouth and splash on her tongue and down her throat. She continued sucking and bobbing until his body relaxed and he practically fell down in a heap on the floor. Viktoria simply smiled down at him, licked the white cum from the edges of her mouth and then turned her attention to Jake.

Standing up she turned towards and leaned on her elbows against the bar. Looking back at Jake her eyes pleaded with him. Quietly she whispered for him to please fuck her with his huge cock. Needing no further encouragement he held onto her hips and moved his hips into position. Her whole body quivered as he placed the head of his cock on her aroused cunt. Nearly grinding her teeth she again moaned out a silent plead. Jake powerfully thrust forward and Viktoria called out with desire as she could feel his long, thick, round shaft sliding inside her. She gripped the cheap fake leather of Frank's bar with her finger nails. Jake's round belly rested on top of her ass his long shaft fully entered her. He then moved his hips back and began thrusting faster and with more power. With each thrust he moved harder and faster. And with each thrust she felt herself being driven closer to climax. His large pulsing cock seemed to completely fill and stretch her. She hung her head down and began panting like a dog in heat. She seemed to whisper yes... yes... yes... each time she breathed out. Jake was thrusting behind her faster and harder with each movement. She felt her naked breasts pressed against the bar top. Viktoria's calves flexed and her knees locked as she screamed out loudly from her powerful orgasm. Jake just kept pounding harder and faster. His hips slapped loudly against the back of her legs.

Jake leaned over and whispered that he was about to cum. She gathered herself and asked him to pull out so he could cum in her mouth too. She adjusted her position and soon his large cock was as far down her throat as she could manage as she stood on her knees on the floor again. It didn't take long before Jake arched his back and released, filling her mouth with his cum. She loved the flavor of his juices mixed with her own. Jake also sat in a heap on the floor as Viktoria leaned back and fought to catch her breath.

As Viktoria gathered herself she glanced over to where Frank and George had been watching. The two men stood a few feet from her with their hard cocks in their hands. Sliding her body down along the carpet until she was flat on her back, propped up on her elbows, Viktoria asked them who wanted to be first. A quick game of rock, paper scissors and Frank was settling himself on his knees between her legs. She felt his hard cock slide inside her. His movements were different than Jake's, soon as he could her was moving in short quick thrusts. He braced himself forward with his palms flat on the floor. He lifted his hips up and down on top of her.

Between heavy pleasure induced pants Viktora called for George to come over beside her. She reached out and pulled his hard cock into her mouth. The more Frank fucked, the harder she sucked. The faster Frank pumped up and down, the harder Viktora pumped her fist around George's long curved cock. By now Mitch had recovered and was on her other side jerking his hardening cock. To help in along she began again alternating her mouth between his and George's cock. She looked over and saw Jake stroking his limp member; even soft it was still quite extraordinary. Frank continued fucking her now soaked cunt, Viktoria continued fucking George and Mitch with her hands and mouth. George was first to cum; luckily she had her mouth on his cock when he did, because he let loose without warning. After finishing him off she told Frank she wanted to be on top. He pulled out while she repositioned herself over him. Viktoria eased her body down and felt his rigid shaft piercing inside her. He braced her body with his hands on her taught flat stomach as he lifted his hips up and down. Her breasts bounced and jumped from the movement.

Viktoria turned over her shoulder and motioned for Mitch to come towards her. He bend over and she whispered in his ear that she wanted him to fuck her in the ass. Mitch's jaw dropped and he quickly took position squatted behind her. It took a moment of fidgeting with their three pairs of legs and bodies; but soon Mitch was positioned with his throbbing head pressed on her anus. He held onto her shoulders for balance as he slowly and carefully pressed forward. She felt the soft head give way to his rigid shaft as it slid slowly inside her. She had lubed him up with her mouth and spit quite a bit before he entered her, but still he had to proceed slowly so that her muscles could relax and take him in comfortably. Soon both Mitch and Frank were completely inside her two holes. They stood motionless for a moment allowing her body to totally acclimate. Then she looked into each of their eyes in turn and told them to have at her. Whether consciously or not the two men began thrusting and moving in rhythm. One would push forward while the other relaxed pulling back or they would sandwich her in union with forward pushes. Each movement triggered a bundle of nerves inside her driving her past the edge of what she thought was maximum ecstasy. Viktoria could feel as their cocks seemed to collide and duel inside her.




Poker Night



It wasn't long until she entered into a chain of linked orgasms. Like a tidal wave, or rather exponential domino effect of pleasure and sensation. Mitch and Frank both told her that they were going to cum soon and she was so engulfed that all she could do was yell out for them to cum for her. Both men not quite at the same time tightened their grips on her body and flexed their strong bodies as they emptied themselves into her. They continued fucking and thrusting until their cocks had totally relaxed. 

After a few minutes to gather herself, and after giving Jake another ride on her doggie style, she kissed each of her poker mates and told them she was looking forward to next month. They each answered her that they couldn't remember the last time poker night had been so entertaining.

Then, at around three in the morning Viktoria gathered her clothing, and proudly, even defiantly with her head held high, she walked down the block towards her home, stark naked with cum dripping from each hole her husband's friends had ravished. 



Poker Night



It was my turn to host the boys for the night, what started out as a poker night has turned into group orgies. Tonight though, I have a treat for them, rather then the usual wives or girlfriends I am going to share with them Kelly, she is my princess, my 21 year old daughter. Kelly is an absolute knockout at 168cm and 52kg, her 34c bust suits her body type. The long wavy dark brown hair and large hazel eyes and thick dark eye lashes contrast perfectly with her light skin colour. Kelly oozes sexuality from her plump red lips begging to be kissed, to her smooth skin.

Kelly is aware of what is going to happen tonight, she has watched her mother being shared amongst the guys and approached us seeking approval to be a fuck toy, she begged to be used by the guys, and explained how much she wants to feel a hard cock filling her ass, while another fucks her mouth, she wasn't deterred when I told her that all three holes will be fucked at once, I think she may have had an orgasm from that very thought.

As per the usual routine when I host, I sat in the lounge room naked waiting for Jason and Garry to arrive, we have been friends since high-school and regally get together for these fuck sessions, Kelly waited in her room naked waiting for the guys to arrive, the plan was that she would walk down into the lounge shortly after they arrived.

"Hey James," both Garry and Jason called as they walked in the house.

"In here guys," I responded.

Both Jason and Garry joined me the lounge, they removed their cloths and sat watching the porno I had playing on the telley. 

"Where's Lisa?" Jason asked looking around the room.

"Lisa's not here tonight," I held back my grin.

"What?" Garry asked.

On queue Kelly walked down the stairs, I could see her but neither Jason nor Garry could. I simply pointed up to her; both guys swung their heads around and watched as Kelly slowly walked down the stairs. Her nipples while erect looked tiny inside her large dark areolas; Kelly trimmed her pubic hair to leave only a thin strip of hair. Both Jason and Garry looked to me for some guidance.

"Kelly has kindly offered her services for the night boys," I couldn't hold back my joy.

"Fuck me!" both exclaimed.

"No, fuck me," Kelly responded as she walked right into the room.

"You've out done yourself James," Garry added.

"Come here and give daddy a blowjob sweetheart," I motioned to Kelly.

Both Garry and Jason watched in ore as Kelly dropped to her knees right in front of me, without another word, reached out and gently stroked my cock, we watched as she kissed the tip of it, the sensation of it being kissed gently sent tingles up my spine. Kelly then slipped my cock inside her mouth, the warm saliva and her broad tongue swirled around my shaft and the tip of my cock. I nearly lost my load as Kelly gently stimulated my balls while still sucking my cock.

"That's it, suck daddies cock baby," I moaned.

Kelly moaned in acknowledgment, while Jason and Garry stroked their cocks watching us.

"Baby, I think Jason and Garry need some help," I remarked.

"Sure thing daddy," Kelly responded as she removed my hard cock from her mouth.

Kelly positioned herself on the knees between both men, with one hand on each cock she gently stroked each cock, then swapped between them sinking them deep in her mouth, Kelly looked like a real pro at this, but that's expected, she has watched her mother do much the same thing. Kelly stopped short of letting them cum; she certainly knew how to work us up.

"Are you ready hun?" I asked.

Kelly nodded then got on her hands and knees, Jason moved to continue getting a head job, while I positioned myself to be behind Kelly, looking at her round ass and tight pussy, Garry stood to the side and continued to stroke his cock. Kelly took Jason deep inside her mouth, while I contemplated which hole I wanted to fuck. I rubbed my fingers across her clit, Kelly let out light giggles as I stimulated her, I could feel her juices running down my fingers, I rubbed them into my cock head.

While I was lubed up ready to go, I didn't want Kelly to be in any pain, I grabbed the tube of lube and squeezed it onto her ass and my hand, I gently massaged it into her ass and pussy, gently slipping a finger in her puckered anus, Kelly let out moans as I lubed her up. I rubbed some more lube into my cock and positioned the tip at the entrance to her ass. I gently pushed it in. Kelly gasped as the tip penetrated her ass. I held in position for a second before continuing to slide it inside her. Kelly continued to suck Jason's cock as I inched my own cock into her ass, Kelly is not new to this form of sex, she has been in this position with her mother slipping a strap on deep inside while she sucks my cock.

I slowly inched my way deep inside her ass, and then gently rocked back and forth building a steady motion; Kelly timed this motion and matched it to how she sucked Jason's cock. Jason's grunts and moans only spurred me on more. I watched Jason's face tighten as he unloaded his spunk down the throat of my daughter. Kelly's anus tightened as Jason shot his load; she slurped away and sucked Jason's cock clean. Garry sat stroking his cock waiting for his turn.

"My god James, your daughter can suck a cock!" Jason remarked.

"Go on Garry, you need to experience that," he continued.

"No thanks, I want to fuck that tight pussy," Garry responded.

By this point, I could feel the familiar felling in my balls, it wasn't long before I would erupt, and I was fucking Kelly at full steam, grunting with each thrust. I reached around and with each thrust my hands ran across her tits, I felt them sway back and forth in time with my motion.

"Fuck me daddy, fill me with your cum!" Kelly moaned.

This put me over the edge, my balls tightened and with one thrust and a grunt, I erupted shooting rope after rope of sticky cum deep inside her tight anus. Kelly moaned and tightened her grip around my shaft, after a moan I felt her body shutter and I knew that she too had climaxed. I rocked back and forth a little more then slowly removed my cock, a trail of seamen flowed as I removed my cock.

"Here daddy, let me clean that while Garry fucks my pussy," Kelly motioned.

All three of us were amazed as Kelly sunk my cock into her mouth straight after I had fucked her ass with it, the mere thought of it caused my cock to swell, Kelly continued to moan and slurp away at cock, and I thought I was going to cum again from this head job. 

Garry moved behind Kelly and I watched as he feed his cock into her pussy, after a minute or so Kelly stopped sucking my cock and focused on fucking Garry's cock. 

"You've dreamed about this Garry," Kelly moaned.

"Tell me how much you've wanted to fuck my tight pussy?" She continued.

"God, I've dreamed about this!" Garry answered.

"Who wouldn't want to fuck his friends' daughter?" She purred.

"I'm going cum!" Garry warned.

"Sorry babe, daddy hasn't cum in my pussy yet, so you can't yet," Kelly responded, much to my surprise.

"Why don't you spray your cum on my face sweetheart?" Kelly asked as Garry pulled out.

Garry moved to the front and jerked off, it wasn't long beofre her shot his cum across her face, he continued to jerk more cum splashed her face and her tits. Jason and I were fully erect and pulling our cocks hard watching the scene play out in front of us.

"Oh god, that feels so good!" Kelly moaned.

"Jason Daddy, are you going to shoot over my face too?" Kelly asked in her innocent baby doll voice

Jason moved closer and picked up the pace as he jerked his cock, with a few grunts and moans he unloaded splashing cum across her face. Between these two loads, Kelly's face was covered in cum. I couldn't take my eyes off her as I jerked and shoot cum over her face. I collapsed on the floor joined by both Jason and Garry. After a few minutes regaining our composure we looked at the time and it was getting late. Jason and Garry collected their stuff and cleaned up before heading off.

"Your place next time Jason?" I asked.

"Not that I'll be a top this," Jason responded.

"What, your daughter not into it?" Garry joined in as the two continued as they headed down the driveway.

"Did I do good daddy?" Kelly asked still covered in seamen.

"Sweetheart you did great, now clean up, your mother will be home soon," I answered.

Lisa was home within the hour, she joined Kelly and me in the room, and she didn't have to ask how it went as she later commented that we looked cute as we slept soundly.



Poker Night



Daddy's weekly poker-game had started about an hour ago. He and 5 of his friends met every Thursday -- rain, shine, or other -- to play low-stakes Texas Hold 'Em. Generally the buy in was $20, and they played a $2 per hand limit. Doug was once a professional card player, but he would let the guys win, or would sit out hands if it was looking like no one else was winning. 

Meg's job, since she was 21 and living with Daddy while attending college, was to keep the snacks and the drinks full. Daddy said they appreciated having a beautiful woman to keep them entertained. She didn't know that beautiful is how she'd describe herself. She was tall, 5'9", and had enough tits and ass to be useful. Her hair though, that was her favorite -- long, silky, and dark brown, which set off her green eyes and long eye lashes.

Daddy and his friends also enjoyed their alcohol, which really decreased their inhibitions around her. And she -- well she had always been a bit of a tease. After her mom left her dad when she was fifteen, she would parade around the house in short t-shirts and tight panties, or leave the door open to her room when she was changing, just to give her dad something to look at. She would also tease guys in high school by wearing skirts that were a little too short which is something she continued to do...including tonight.

His friends were all pretty hot for older guys. John was 32 and the youngest, a firefighter with a seriously cut body, and a cock that looked huge straining against his jeans on poker nights. Eric, Joe, and Rob were all 43, the same as Daddy, and Chris was the oldest at 51. And of course, Meg's dad, Doug, had the same dark hair and green eyes as his daughter.

While some were a little overweight, Meg wouldn't mind letting ANY of them bend her over and fuck her. And she knew they wanted to as she pranced around in a little black skirt that just skimmed under the curve of her ass and a red button up blouse that showed off her cleavage. She had conveniently left her panties upstairs, and undone a few extra buttons.

Each time she leaned across the table to grab something, the guy behind her got an eyeful of her ass and cunt, and the guy in front of her saw her tits straining to get out of the top. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy dripping after the first hour of playing the cock tease. She planned on masturbating later after everyone left.

She also made it a point to brush up against the guys, then move away as they tried to grope her ass. The guys would slide their hands up her thigh, reaching for her pussy but always getting denied as she moved away. This was pretty standard for Poker Night at the house, and the guys always left with huge hard-ons.

She had been teasing for three straight hours, and her daddy's friends were driven to distraction, losing a lot of their money. In fact, Doug had just won his eighth hand in a row. Meg also noticed the chip basket was empty on the far side of the table. She got up close to the edge right next to Eric (who was probably the horniest man she'd ever met, and who had NO filter on his words or actions). She stretched and leaned all the way across, giving him a show, and the button on her shirt popped open. 

Meg winked at Daddy, pretending not to notice. Rob sitting directly next to Meg's dad let out a gasp, moaning "Damn fine tits, and look at that nipple!" Meg grinned at Daddy across the table, momentarily forgetting that Eric, the horndog, was right behind her. He grabbed her ass, moved forward, and ran his tongue along her wet, dripping slit. She stifled a moan and turned to look at him, shocked...or at least pretending to be as she moved her ass back toward him.

"Dayum, Doug. That is the snack I've been wanting all fucking night," he said to Daddy when he came up for air.

Meg turned bright red and straightened up, fixing the button on her top and stalking past her Dad on the way to the kitchen, empty basket in hand. She could barely hear Daddy as she stood there, trembling and blushing, but doing her best to make it sound like she was refilling the basket.

"Well, that was interesting, guys. What do you think of my slut daughter?" she could hear him ask, and a general mumbling of male voices that sounded pleased. Then Doug yelled: "MEG! Get back in here!" She chose to ignore her father.

"Meg, goddammit, get back in here, NOW!" he bellowed. She considered continuing to ignore him, but instead finished fixing her shirt and strolled back to the doorway. Leaning on the doorjamb, she innocently says, "Yes, daddy?" He motioned her closer, curling his finger, waiting till she was right next to him, sliding his hand up around her thigh and caressing her ass. "More drinks and snacks, baby. Oh, and unbutton your top. I want the guys to be able to admire those tits of yours." He reached up with his other hand, squeezing as he said this to punctuate the sentence. 

Meg looked down at Daddy with pleading eyes and flaming cheeks. He swatted her inner thigh and simply stated, "Do it now, Meg." She pouted and undid just the top two buttons then stomped out of the room. She heard Daddy excuse himself and follow her into the kitchen. Her back was to him as he came up behind her. Doug was about 6'4", very muscular, and had always been a dominant force in the house...and had always towered over her.

Daddy grabbed Meg by the hair, yanked her head back, and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue probing her lips, caressing her tongue, while his fingers slid under the skirt, fingering her wet snatch. Meg was whimpering as he molested her, hoping no one was watching. "I love fingering MY pussy, Meg...Whose pussy is this?" Daddy growled in her ear.

"Your pussy, Daddy!" she managed to gasp out. All of a sudden he pulled his fingers out, grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. He undid all but the last button on her shirt, then pulled the skirt up higher on her waist, leaving nothing to the imagination. The soft brown hair of her pussy was showing, as was the lower part of her ass. Doug grinned and licked the fingers that were in his daughter's pussy. He stood back, admiring her and said "Great! Now serve the drinks, bitch."

Meg lean back against the counter and looked up at him. "You're an asshole, Daddy," she said. She didn't even see it coming. *SLAP* his hand makes contact with her cheek. It's loud enough that Daddy's friends stopped talking in the next room. He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and slapped her again.

"You do NOT fucking talk to me like that, you goddamn little slut!" His eyes were sparking. "Now get your ass out there and serve drinks to my guests!"

Meg glared at her father and decided to push her luck just a little more. "FINE!" she practically screamed at him. "You're a fucking asshole...SIR!" Daddy slapped her again, then turned and left the kitchen to return to his friends. Rubbing her face, Meg slammed cupboard doors and the fridge as she stalked around the kitchen.

As Doug returned to his game with his friends, he gave a conspiratorial smile. "Ok boys, you want her? She's yours. When she comes back in to serve you...well, she'll serve you like nothing before. The little cunt needs a hard lesson. Let's finish this hand and call the game."

As Meg came back in, she noticed a slight change in the men, but chalked it up to the fight in the kitchen that they couldn't help but overhear. Her face was burning and tingling as she looked around, shooting death-glances at her dad. The atmosphere was definitely different but she couldn't figure it out.

As she started moving around the table, the men were openly groping at her, cupping her pussy, trying to slide fingers inside her without any pretense or cute advances. She kept trying to slide away only to be met with another set of hands. Looking at her dad she asked for help with her eyes, not wanting to offend her dad's friends. Doug raised his eyebrow then looked back down at his cards. "Fuck," Meg groaned inwardly.

"Last hand, guys," Doug states, still not looking up. Meg felt a sense of relief that the game night was coming to a close and her dad's friends would be leaving soon. She started to clean up, reaching toward the center of the table for a bowl when she felt fingers buried in her snatch.

Twisting, she saw that Chris, Daddy's 51 year old business partner was grinning. Outraged she pulled away, turned, and slapped him hard across the face. He looked at Doug, then at Meg, and pushed his chair back. At 6'2", he towered over her. And he didn't look anything like his age -- he was a triathlete and incredibly fit. Meg didn't back down, however. Instead she looked him square in the face and asked, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

He knocked the tray out of Meg's hands, sending it flying across the room, grabbed her, and bent her over the table, flipping the skirt up. He slapped her hard across the ass, making her shriek. Looking at all the other guys, including her father, he simply says, "You have been teasing us all night. You have been teasing me for the last five years, wearing next to nothing when you come down to visit your dad at the office. My cock is rock hard, it needs some relief, and you, you little slut, are going to give it to me."

The words hang in the air for a moment, then she realized what she just heard. Her voice rose an octave as she screamed, "LIKE BLOODY FUCKING HELL!" Chris just laughed and stepped back to undo his belt and drop his pants, pulling out a thick, eight-inch cock, already dripping with precum. At the same instant, Joe and John reached across the table, pulling her on top, pinning her down on her stomach spread eagle.

Chris ran his cock up and down her slit, ignoring her cries of protest. Then, with one mighty thrust, rammed his dick into her. She screamed out, not ready for the huge cock, feeling like it was going to split her in two. Doug found it ironic and amusing that his daughter was directly facing him as she got violated by his business partner.

"Ohhhh FUCK, Doug. Her pussy is so god damn tight. You know how many times I've jacked off at the office watching this cunt prance around?" Chris was groaning as he pushed in and out of Meg's wet pussy.

Meg had tears in her eyes. "Daddy! Please! I'm sorry! I get it! Stop them Daddy!" She cried out, begging.

Doug leaned back in his chair, his cock rock hard in his pants and beer in his hand and laughed. "Someone stick a dick in her mouth and shut her up."

"You FUCKING bast—" she started to say, but was cut off by Rob's cock sliding over her lips. Doug watched as both ends of his daughter were filled with his friends' hard dicks, then said, "John, Joe, keep holding her a minute. I'm going to get some rope. We'll tie her to the table." He expertly tied her wrists down to the table legs, then fastened her ankles as well, keeping her spread open. 

"C'mon guys, drop trou and let the bitch see all the cock she's been teasing, and all the cock she's gonna take tonight," Doug encouraged the men. Meg meanwhile kept trying to catch her dad's eye and beg for help, but he ignored her muffled pleas. Chris grunted hard as he pounded her snatch, groaning, then let out a breath as he pumped her full of his cum. Rob simultaneously exploded in orgasm in her mouth.

Meg felt her body betraying her as her cunt got wet, her clit and nipples hard as stone. She swallowed every drop of Rob's cum, and got even more aroused doing so.

Joe quickly stepped in and took his place fucking Meg's mouth, while John shoved his dick into her snatch, using Chris' cum as lube. They were easy for her to take, and she hoped they would finish quickly. Both Joe and John came within minutes, their balls too full of cum from the prolonged tease she had performed that night.

Doug decided it was time to be a real bastard. "Hey, Eric. You know that cunt has a third hole you can fuck, right?" Eric grinned as he paraded in front of Meg, showing her his seven-inch long and very thick cock. He grabbed her hair pulling her face up and slapped her with his hard dick. "See this, bitch? Oh yeah, your little ass is taking the WHOLE fucking thing. Not such a smart mouthed cunt now, are you?" Meg's eyes got wide with fear and she looked at her dad. Surely he wouldn't let her be impaled by that monster. Instead, she saw that he was watching her through the lens of a video camera.

The other guys were getting hard, watching as Eric scooped the cum from her pussy and worked first one, then two, and finally three fingers into her asshole. Then he spit on his cock and pushed in, slowly.

"God fucking dammit, Doug! FUCK! She's tighter than anything I've fucked!" he groaned sinking 2 inches in one thrust. Seeing Meg take that cock up her ass brought the other four to full arousal. They took turns fucking her mouth, but none of them cumming just yet. She glanced over to see her father rubbing his cock, grinning, still taping, as Eric slammed her so hard his balls slapped her pussy. Then he exploded, filling her ass with cum. Pulling out, he collapsed in a chair, saying, "Mother fucking piece of shit cumslut! God, your ass is good!"

John and Chris stroked their cocks in front of Meg, and within a few minutes she had given up and decided to be the slut that Daddy and his friends thought her to be. Rob and Joe kept taking turns fucking her snatch, and each time they would pull out to switch she would moan. She pushed back as much as she could and pulled against the ropes to get more cock inside her. Finally all four men came, either inside her or on her face, making her a breathing cumdump.

She licked her lips, looking at the camera, then around at the men who had just cum in every hole of her body. "You guys realize your friend, Dougie," she sneered, "is a perverted fuck? He comes into my room every night and shoves his cock in my cunt. He's been doing it since I turned eighteen." They looked at one another, then at Doug and gave him applause as he took a small bow, knowing they each at one time wanted to fuck their own daughters.

"Yeah, I have been fucking her for the last three years...and the slut can't get enough. She begs for it. And if I miss a night, she comes to my room and rides my dick." They all laugh, beginning to get dressed.

"This has been a good game, guys. We should do it again next week...maybe we can try to get some of your slut daughters in on the action." Meg groaned, and replied to her father, "Don't you DARE! I want all this cock to myself."

"Haha, what a nasty little cumslut you are," Chris laughed.

Doug set down the camera and untied his daughter, then turned her around on the table. He ran the head of his dick over her clit, watching her shudder in pleasure, then slowly pushed into her wide, dripping pussy. At the same time, he kissed her. Her arms went around his neck, her legs around his waist, and she started fucking her father in front of his friends.

"God, yes! Oh GOD YES! Oh Daddy! Daddy!" she screamed as orgasm after orgasm rushed through her, enjoying the guys watching her in this most taboo moment, fucking her father. More than fucking. It was passion and fire and love all mixed. He laid her back on the table, pinning her wrists over her head, and drove all the way into her. 

"GOD I'm CUMMING Daddeeeeeeee --" She trailed off into a scream of orgasmic ecstasy as he pounded her. 

"Oh god! Me too baby! Yeah! Daddy's gonna fill your slutty cunt....FUCK!" As Doug finished pumping his load into his daughter, the men smiled knowing that they never wanted to miss another Poker Night at Doug's house again.



Poker Night



"Please don't make me do this."

His eyes glittered at me like polished obsidian. His grin was wicked and wide. He took delight in my discomfort and I hated him for it.

I shuddered and clutched the flimsy robe closer around my body. "Please, Jack."

"You knew the rules, Mel." Jack stood up and walked towards me, a hunter stalking his prey.

I was so screwed.

"Take off the robe. I want to make sure you're going to keep up your end of the bargain."

"This is blackmail," I spat while my hold tightened on the robe.

His dark eyebrows went up and he nodded. "You're right. Now take off the fucking robe before I change my mind about letting you wear a skirt."

A skirt. I could have snorted if I had an ounce of courage left in me. His hand rose between us and I tucked my chin down, afraid to meet his eyes. I knew what I'd see there and I refused to let him affect me more than he had already.

Just breathe, I told myself. Just breathe and keep your mouth shut and you'll get through this. It'll only be four or five hours and then they'll all be gone.

And I'd be alone with Jack again.

A shiver skittered up my spine and I at last loosened my hold on the robe. Jack didn't wait for me to take it off. He grasped one arm and yanked it from me. I immediately crossed my arms over my bare breasts and felt goosebumps prickle up and down my naked torso.

"Nice. You won't be able to cover yourself up while you serve us tonight," Jack said with a smirk and tossed the robe in the corner.

I scowled and didn't reply. He laughed and turned away. I followed him reluctantly from the room and downstairs.

In the living room space had been cleared for the octagonal poker table he'd hauled out. The chairs were placed around the table, six of them in all, and chips were stacked in neat piles before each seat. I stopped and stared at the setting, a sneer curling my lips.

How did I get here? Half-naked and shivering while my stepfather leers from the other side of the room? I lifted my gaze when I felt Jack's eyes on me. He wasn't looking at my face and I covered myself with my arms again. His laughter rang out as he headed into the kitchen.

I sighed and covered my face with my hands. I thought back over the semester and thought of each moment I could have made a different decision. I could have passed that art history exam and handed in a better essay in applied theory. I should have studied instead of partied and gone to bed early instead of slipping naked into a guy's bed.

Jack was right. We'd made a deal back at Christmas break when he found out how badly I was doing. I'd thought I could sail through my second semester and his perverted threat to have me serve drinks – topless – during his poker night would be nothing but a threat.

Instead I'd pissed away every opportunity to improve my grades and all but forgotten about Jack waiting at home.

It was all so perfect for him, too. My mother traveled for her work and her exit from the house coincided with my return for the summer. I was alone in the house with Jack for a week. The first hour my mother was gone he'd announced his intentions to make good on our deal.

"You failed two of your courses, Mel." His smile had been filled with lewd promise. "I bought your uniform yesterday. It's lying on your bed."

Humiliation swept through me, heating my body and banishing the goosbumps at last. My 'uniform' was the flimsy plaid schoolgirl skirt that barely covered my ass. And that was it. No underwear, no bra and no shirt. Tears pricked my eyes as I considered what I'd have to endure for the night.

As long as Mom doesn't find out, I'll be fine, I thought. Up until last fall, my mom had always been the so-called heavy in the family. Jack had been the indulgent one, letting me stay out late, encouraging me to go to school out of province. Then he'd almost casually made the deal with me over the holidays.

Make my grades, pass the courses and he wouldn't say a word to my mom about how I'd struggled in the first semester. Fail and I was to be subjected to this humiliation or else he would tell my mother. Who would probably lock me up and feed me nothing but gruel for a year if she found out how I'd pissed away the tuition she'd paid.

The doorbell rang, shaking my thoughts loose from the past. Jack walked out of the kitchen and threw me a grin before going to answer the door. I braced myself and tried to look as casual as possible.

First two through the door were James and Mick. They leered at me in equal measure while Jack explained I'd been 'hired' for the evening's entertainment. A few minutes later Tom showed up and then right after him came Zach and Ben. Once they were all there and seated around the poker table, Jack made introductions.

As if I didn't know these guys. As if I hadn't seen them in this house on countless other nights before I'd backed myself into this corner. My mom and Jack had been married for ten years and I'd met most of his friends before that even.

"She cleans up real nice, Jack," Mick said and guffawed as if he'd told the joke of the year.

I felt my cheeks burn anyway at their responding chuckles and looked down at my feet. At least Jack had allowed me to wear socks.

"Are there rules?" That was Ben.

"You mean for the Texas Hold 'em?" Jack asked with a laugh. They'd been playing poker here for years. They all knew the rules just as they all knew Ben wasn't asking about the game.

"No rules. Except you need to wear a condom. I don't need any grandbabies runnin' around." Jack said and I snapped my head up to glare at him. He just winked at me, damn him. "And don't get too crazy in front of everyone. No one wants to see your bare ass, Ben."

Ben laughed but kept his eyes on me. He licked his lips and nodded. "I guess that makes sense. I don't want to see any of your shriveled rods and tackle."

More laughter while I stood there, half-naked, ice in my veins and burning with shame.

"Hey, Mel." I looked over to see Tom waving me closer.

He was a nice guy so I walked over to his side and looked down at him with a tremulous smile. Then he reached out and palmed my breasts in his warm, calloused palms. I sucked in a shocked breath and tried to take a step back but Zach was sitting there, blocking my escape.

"These are nice," Tom murmured as he squeezed and tested the weight.

I shuddered and looked away, biting my lip. This was not happening. I was not being felt up by a man twice my age who'd seen me with scraped knees and pigtails.

"You've grown up mighty nice, Mel."

I couldn't look at him while he kept fondling me.

"All right, guys. Are we going to play or what?" Jack stood on the opposite side of the table from me.

Tom chuckled and gave my tits one more squeeze before letting me go. "I was playing."

The other guys laughed with him but Mick reached for the cards and started shuffling.

"Come on. Let's play. Mel's not going anywhere, right, Mel?" Mick winked at me and he no longer looked like the big roughneck I'd always had a secret crush on. He looked like a big, frighteningly strong guy who could probably do whatever he wanted to me. 

I shuddered and moved away from the table while the guys all turned their attentions to the game.

"Get us some beer, Mel," Jack ordered and didn't even look up as I hurried away from the table.

Glad to escape to the kitchen, I clutched the edge of the counter with both hands and struggled to get my breathing under control.

You can do this, I told myself. Only a few hours to go.

I couldn't shake the feeling that this wouldn't be half so humiliating if I had a better body. I wasn't ugly but I hardly sported the slender curves and long lines of today's popular models. My naked boobs sagged a little from their plumpness and I knew stretchmarks lined my skin in a few spots. I had a pretty face and that was usually enough to get me what I wanted from the guys I'd fucked in college. That and the fact that I'd spread my legs without discrimination.

Perhaps that was another failing that I could add to the list of things to never do again. Now that Jack had me in this position, I couldn't see a way out of it. In truth, Jack could hold this over my head for a long time.

"Mel!" Jack hollered from the living room. "Beers, now!" This accompanied by snickers and snorts from his friends.

Steeling myself, I grabbed several bottles from the fridge and headed back to the front room. Thankfully, the guys were deep into a hand and barely looked up as I set the beers down on the table. I backed away and watched with my arms crossed over my chest as they finished the hand.

"Mel, come over here and sit on my lap."

I stared as James beckoned me over to his seat. He was another friend of Jack's who I'd always sort of liked. He was tall and lean but he worked in the industry with the rest of them so I knew he was stacked. He shifted in his seat and patted his thigh.

I swallowed and moved closer but didn't sit on the leg he offered. He scoffed and grabbed me around the waist. I fell sprawled onto his lap with a squeak and he laughed, cupping my boobs in his hands as he 'helped' me upright.

"Hey, James, do me a favor," Jack spoke up from his seat, cards shuffling in his hands. "Check and make sure she's not wearing any panties."

I shot him the dirtiest look I could muster and clamped my thighs together. James laughed along with the other guys and slipped a hand under the tiny skirt. I felt his warm fingers slide over my thigh and brush over my pubic hairs. He forced his hand down between my thighs, in spite of my hold and shoved his fingers between my pussy lips.

I gasped and clutched at his arm, tugging to get his hand out from between my legs. James met my eyes and wiggled his fingers, working them deeper. I bit my lip and struggled in his hold, desperate to get his hand out.

"She doesn't have anything on under here," James said, his voice husky as he continued to fondle me.

"Good. You're big blind, James."

At last James pulled his hand away to flick the chips across the table. His other arm loosened around me and I jumped up from his lap. I raced to the kitchen, desperate to escape.

"I'm out," I heard Ben announce and his chair scraped across the hardwood floor.

I felt my stomach clench at the noise and his footfalls and spun around to see him appear in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Hey there, Mel." He grinned and licked his lips as his eyes swept over me from head to toe.

I felt heat surge through my body and squeezed my eyes shut, willing my body not to react. This was humiliating, base and utter degradation and I would not let them get me wet.

Unfortunately as Ben approached me, I felt the telltale squish begin between my legs and knew James' crude grope had only been a primer for more of what was to come.

And it had only been a half hour.

"C-can I get you something, Ben?" I asked, horrified when my voice wouldn't rise above a whisper.

"You can bend over the table and let me get a good look at your ass," he said.

I stared at him, my jaw going slack. He grinned and grasped my chin in his hand. "On second thought," he murmured, looming over me. "This is a good look for you."

Heat swamped my face as I registered what he meant. Then he took hold of my hand and put it on his crotch. His bulging crotch that promised a full package beneath. I swallowed and he chuckled.

"I do like it when the ladies swallow," he said and he other hand came down on my shoulder. He gave me a not so subtle nudge until I descended shakily to my knees. Presented with the bulging crotch I'd just handled, I bit my lip. Ben lowered his hands and undid the button fly. His cock poked free from his jeans and I had a momentary thought for his commando state.

"I think you know what to do, Mel."

I did and presented with a handsome piece of meat like this, my mouth watered. I couldn't do anything about that or about my situation so I closed my eyes and sucked him into my mouth.

His fingers sank into my hair and he started to fuck my face right away. I gagged at first and then relaxed my jaw in a practiced move. He thrust hard once and then I grasped the base of his shaft to start to gain some control over his movements. He groaned and pumped harder, trying to get past my restraining hand and I let my teeth close just a little to let him know I meant business.

He eased up with a growl but I kept sucking him. If I didn't make up for stopping the face-fucking, he'd probably force me anyway. This way I could control things easier and take the time it would take me to start to enjoy this.

And I did. I make no claims to greatness but I do enjoy a fine cock. Ben obviously took care of himself as he was neatly groomed and tasted nice. I gave his smooth round head a good licking and then sucked the whole thing into my mouth. I swallowed him deep and fondled his balls as I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock.

He groaned and started to thrust again. This time, I let him. I welcomed it when he sank his fingers into my hair and started to pump his hips in a regular rhythm.

"Fuck, Mel, you got a sweet mouth," he groaned and pumped harder.

I felt his fingers tighten and then he shot his load into my mouth. It was strong tasting but not unpleasant and I swallowed it down, at least as much as I could. He withdrew after a second, leaving a trail of spittle and cum to drip down my chin. I lifted a hand to catch it and wipe it away as Ben stepped back. He looked down at me with a sated smile and tucked his dick away.

"Thanks, Mel. That was just what I needed." He stretched his back, arching his crotch towards my face again.

I blushed and twisted to one side and pull myself to my feet. I felt ridiculously pleased with his praise and I didn't know how I felt about that.

"My wife never gives me head anymore." And with that, he walked out of the kitchen, leaving me with a sick feeling replacing the warmth I'd had a moment ago.

"Beer me, Mel!" Zach called from the front room.

I heard the sounds of chips clicking and cards shuffling and drew in a deep breath before fetching a beer.

The next hour or so passed by uneventfully. The guys passed me around for a titty fondle here or there and once, Ben pulled me onto his lap. He didn't get hard again so I could only assume he was trying to be nice as thanks for the brilliant blow job I'd given him.

I took it all in stride, reminding myself over and over again that it would only be another few hours.

"She primed yet?" James jerked his head towards me at one point.

I blinked, surprised by the question. Before I could react beyond that, Tom grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to his side. He slipped his hand between my parted thighs and cupped my moist heat. I felt my cheeks burn and dropped my head to hide my eyes from all of them.

Then Tom brushed against my clit and a surprised breath escaped me. Tom grinned and did it again as one of his fingers wiggled inside of me. I grasped his shoulder to hold on, parting my legs a fraction wider. With every man's eyes on me, Tom thrust his fingers into my now damp pussy and I jerked my hips at him.

As suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Tom pulled his hand away and turned back to the other guys. "Oh yeah. She's ready."

"Good." James rose to his feet. "Deal me out of this one."

I stared across the table at James as he rose to his feet. My eyes darted to Jack who only jerked his chin towards the hall. There was an office back there where, presumably, James would be able to have his way with me.

Was that fear tightening my belly? Or anticipation?

Cold sweat broke out on my skin but I walked around the table and let myself be led down the hall my James' hand on my arm. We walked into the empty office and he shut the door behind us.

"Bend over the desk," he ordered.

I faced him for a breathless moment, unsure if he really meant to do this. Maybe I could get away with another blow job.

"You're not bending over."

"Why don't I suck you off?" I whispered.

James chuckled. "You like to suck cocks?"

I shrugged, not denying it.

"My girlfriend likes to suck on my cock but she never swallows."

"I'll swallow," I blurted and blushed. It was true. I felt the squishiness in my pussy increase at the prospect of another fine cock.

"Get on your knees then."

I obeyed that order and realized then that I didn't care about being half-naked. I hadn't for a little while now. I reached for James and yanked his zipper down. He chuckled at me and swept my hair off my face as I took his hard dick out of his pants.

"I want you to look at me while you do it," he said.

I nodded and kept my eyes angled up at his face as I licked the head of his cock. His precum was saltier than Ben's had been and I licked again and again until I got used to the taste. I wrapped my fingers around his generous length, pleased once again to be presented with a neatly trimmed and clean cock. He was hot against my palm and I could feel the pulse of his blood beneath the smooth skin.

I attacked his cock with fervor then, embracing my position. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would be. Maybe I could get away with sucking them all off and no one would force me to fuck. Although if the dampness between my thighs was any indication, a good fucking might not be the worst thing.

I sucked so hard on James' cock my cheeks sunk in and I tickled his length with my tongue as I sucked. I squeezed the base of his cock and lapped at the head like it was the best ice cream I'd tasted.

"Look at me, Mel!" he barked and I realized I'd let my eyes drop.

I gazed up at him and sucked the head into my mouth. I ran my tongue through the little slit at the tip and did it again when his hips gave a jerk against me. I withdrew and his cock popped free with a small sucking sound.

"You want to fuck my face?" I asked, pitching my voice to sound higher and more 'innocent.'

He narrowed his eyes and nodded. I smiled and lifted his dick back to my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip and stroked him a few times before taking him back inside. Then his hands closed on my head and he started to fuck my face.

I relaxed my jaw and let him do it, fighting my gag reflex with every thrust. I tasted his cum dripping down my throat and then he really unleashed with a bellow. Cum filled my mouth and spilled over my chin. He shot a load bigger than I'd been expecting and I coughed a little as he withdrew. I tried to lap it up and sat back on my heels as I looked up at him.

"That was good, Mel." He smiled and patted my head.

I frowned at the gesture. I apparently had turned into the poker game slut but I didn't appreciate such a blatant reminder. I pulled away and got to my feet.

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Next time I'm fucking you anyway."

I turned and faced him with raised eyebrows. "Next time?"

He laughed as he straightened his pants out and turned for the door. "Yeah, next time. There's no time limit on tonight, babe. You're going to be flat on your back, or stomach, soon and you won't move once you are."

He walked out of the office but I remained where I was. Did he mean that? Was Jack going to let them use me all night long? More than tonight?

I put my head in my hands and drew in a shuddering breath. I reached down with one hand and cupped myself, disgusted with how much cream I discovered there. It was wetting the insides of my thighs with no panties to catch any moisture.

"Well, well, well," Jack's sneering voice reached my ears and I jerked my head up to see him leaning against the door. "Leave you alone for ten minutes and you're masturbating." He cocked his head to one side. "You really are a slut, aren't you?"

"No." The denial was quick but didn't convince him. Hell, it didn't convince me.




Poker Night



"Turn around."

I lifted my chin in refusal and glared at him.

Jack narrowed his eyes and came forward. "Turn around now."

I felt the heat of his black-eyed gaze and couldn't stand up to it. I turned around. He pressed himself right up against my back and I felt the rigid length of his erection on my ass. Then he pushed me forward one step, another step and then another until I was pressed against the desk.

God, help me but I could feel fresh juice seeping out of my cunt now. I wanted someone to fuck me. Hell, I wanted Jack to fuck me and judging by the thick arousal pressed into me from behind, I was going to get my wish.

"If you hadn't whored yourself around this year at school, you wouldn't be here like this now." As he spoke, his hands slid up my sides until he cupped my hanging tits. He squeezed and pinched my nipples until I gasped. "Or maybe this was where you wanted to be, practically naked with six guys ready to fuck you blind."

I shuddered because his words made sense all of a sudden. I did want to be used and fucked and I wanted it now. Had I been kidding myself all this time that Jack was being cruel and unusual with his blackmail? Or had I been anticipating this night when I'd be at his mercy and the mercy of his friends.

God, I didn't know anymore. I didn't know anything but Jack's fingers prying my legs apart and slipping between my slick pussy lips.

"You're fucking wet like a slut, Mel," Jack growled in my ear. "You want me to make you cum, make you moan like a whore?"

His fingers parted my slick lips and he thumbed my clit. I moaned and pressed back against it. I was so close already, one more flick of his wrist and I'd be pouring cum over his hand.

"Too bad, Mel," he said and withdrew his hand while I reeled back from the brink of climax.

"W-what?" I was so confused.

"You don't get to cum now. You were a bad slut this year at school and you don't get to cum."

I gasped out a breath and slowly levered myself up from the desk. I'd sprawled across it, my legs spread and ready for him to start humping me like the slut I apparently was.

Jack left the room without a backward glance, shouting over his shoulder that they all needed beers.

As I gathered my thoughts and considered the ways I could clean myself up before going back out there, I heard the conversation around the poker table.

"There's a new rule, fellas," Jack announced. "Mel doesn't get to cum. It's part of her punishment."

"Oh man, that means we can't fuck her." That was Mick. "She's ready to go off like a fucking firecracker."

Jack chuckled, a dark sound I didn't enjoy. God, I hated him. I wanted him to stuff his cock in my cunt but I hated him with a passion.

"You're right, Mick. She gives good head, according to Ben and James though, so you'll just have to make do with that."

"What about her tits?" This from Tom.

"What about 'em?"

I cringed as the conversation went on. I knew exactly what Tom was asking but managed to cross the living room just as Tom was describing what he wanted to use my body for. I kept my chin up and didn't look at any of them as they howled with laughter. I walked straight to the kitchen and to the fridge to get their goddamned beers.

Another hour passed uneventfully. I was taunted and toyed with, all of their touches and pinches working me up into a fevered state. I walked around with a perpetual flush and juices leaking down my legs. Every time I looked at Jack, he was watching me through narrowed eyes. Then he'd smile and lick his lips and I would feel it like a caress over every inch of my body.

And he knew it, the bastard.

They didn't even give me any time alone. Every time I walked into the kitchen or out of site, someone would come along a few seconds later, keeping me from taking care of my growing needs myself.

I ended up giving out eight blowjobs, to all the guys at least once, and Ben and Mick twice. Mick's cock was nice and thick and I wanted to climb into his lap and fuck him until we both screamed. But he just held my head to his crotch and fucked my throat.

And I liked it. I came within a breath of cumming just from that but then he spilled his load inside my mouth and I was distracted by the choking sensation.

At last, the guys started to lose their chips until it came down to one last hand between Mick and Tom. Jack reclined in his seat and watched me as I leaned against the wall. I couldn't stand still. I was ready to jump out of my skin and was watching the last hand with an interest I hadn't shown all night. I just wanted them to finish so I could go shower and make myself cum.

"All in," Mick announced.

Tom eyed his cards and then nodded. "Me too."

All the chips were in the middle of the table and Ben, who'd offered to deal the final hand, burned a card and flipped over the river. Tom hooted and smacked his palm on his winning hand while Mick swore and tossed his cards down.

"Good game, guys," Tom said and clapped palms with Ben and Mick.

The rest of the guys offered their congratulations and I stood back watching with a smirk. Finally.

They polished off their remaining drinks and chatted about work and sports. I stretched my arms and legs and rolled my eyes when Jack glanced my way. His eyes swept over my body and I smirked. I was no longer ashamed to be naked or maybe I just didn't care anymore.

"All right, boys. Time to call it a night." Jack stood up at his announcement. "I'm beat."

"Thanks for the good time, Jack." Mick stood up as well and his gratitude was echoed by everyone else.

I remained where I was and gave the guys a bland smile as they filed past me. Mick went last and pinched my ass with a chuckle. I jerked away as my pussy pulsed with heat.

I wanted a fuck, not a pinch and these guys didn't frighten me so much as disappoint me now.

"Good night, Jack!" They chorused as they at long last left the house.

Without another word, I stalked upstairs. The skirt dropped to the floor in my bedroom and I continued on to my bathroom. I turned the water on in the shower and and got under the spray immediately.

I sighed and turned my face up to the water. I drank it down and spat out. I could still taste the cum of several cocks on my lips and tongue and it only made me hotter. Why couldn't any of them have fucked me? Just ignored my stepfather's fucking rules and pounded their cocks into me.

The shower curtain rattled and I whipped around to see Jack – stark naked – climb into the tub with me.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

Jack grinned and shoved his fingers into my pussy with no preliminary. "Just checking."

"Yes," I hissed. "I'm still wet. I'm still primed."

"Good. Because now I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

I gaped at him and had to lift my hands to his broad shoulders as his fingers started to slide in and out of my juicy pussy. I pumped my hips up and back with the rhythm of his hand and let my head loll back. Steam swirled around us and I would have cum if he didn't stop just then.

"First you're going to suck me off," Jack said.

I jerked away from him and had to brace my hand against the shower wall. "What?"

"You're going to suck on my cock, Mel." He spoke slowly, as if I was simple.

I glared at him. "I'm not giving you head now, Jack."

"You will if you know what's good for you."

"You can't threaten me anymore," I retorted.

Jack laughed, a low, deep sound that sent a ripple of lust through my body. "Yeah, I think I can. And it's not a threat if it's what you really want."

I barked out a laugh. "You think I want to suck your tiny cock?"

Jack laughed and gestured at his midsection. In spite of myself, I looked down and couldn't disguise my surprise. His cock was fully erect, curving enticingly against his belly. It was thick all around with a gorgeous plump head at the top. I licked my lips and realized that I wouldn't mind sucking him off at all.

But it was the principle. I tossed him another dirty look and then got out of the shower. I grabbed a towel on the way and wiped water out of my hair as I went. Behind me, the water shut off and I whirled around as Jack came stalking out of the bathroom. 

"I'm not going to give you head, Jack," I snapped as he came up to me.

"You're going to do whatever the fuck I say, Mel."

Then he grabbed me and kissed me hard. His tongue slithered between my lips and my first thought was to bite down. Then his hand dropped and he shoved his fingers into my pussy, still wet and throbbing for action. I moaned and dropped the towel to grab his shoulders.

"Fuck me, please, Jack," I moaned into his mouth.

He drew back and latched onto one tight nipple as I arched away from him. He bit down and I shrieked. His fingers diddled me faster and I found myself teetering on the brink. Before he could pull away this time, I crashed into an intense climax that made me see stars. He kept thrusting his fingers into me as he nibbled my sensitive nipple and I cried out. My hips bucked up over and over and I rode the wave of sensation until Jack decided I'd had enough.

Then he shoved me onto the bed and crawled over me. "Open your eyes, Mel."

I blinked and looked up at his face, his dark eyes shining down at me. Then he smiled and reached between us. I felt his cock probing at my pussy and I spread my legs as wide as I could.

"Please, Jack." I didn't care how pathetic I might have sounded and I'd long ago stopped caring that he was my stepfather, someone who'd helped raised me from a young age. "Fuck me now."

He chuckled and shoved his dick into my cunt. I moaned and my eyes closed. He was big, thicker than I'd been expecting and I burned with the sudden stretch. He didn't give me any quarter. He pulled his hips back and sank deep again, and again, humping me hard and deep. I groaned and clawed at his back.

"Put your legs around me," he growled and bent his head to scrape his teeth over my collarbone.

I obeyed, though my muscles screamed at me. I already felt like I was being split apart by his pistoning length. I lifted my hips up to meet his frantic thrusts and gasped with every breath he forced out of my lungs.

He reached back and hooked an arm under one of my legs. He pulled it up and I screamed as he started to thrust even deeper.

"Oh God, Jack!" I cried.

"Yeah, you're fucking sweet, Mel," he groaned and dropped his head to watch him sink out of sight with every move of his hips.

"Jack..." I moaned and tossed my head from side to side.

Jack ignored my cries and I could do nothing but lay there as Jack fucked me hard. He fucked me like he'd been wanting to do it all night long, like he hadn't been thinking of me as his stepdaughter and that this was all kinds of wrong. He fucked me deep and fast and brought me to a second orgasm that had me blacking out for a split second.

"I'm gonna cum, Mel. You want me to cum inside your little cunt? Huh? You want a load in your fucking cunt?"

I don't think he even knew what he was saying and I was way past being able to respond. Jack kept pounding his stiff dick into me and then he started to tremble with his approaching climax. When he unleashed, he growled and sank his teeth into my shoulder. I yelped and rocked my hips under the force of his punishing thrusts until he stopped and all but collapsed over me.

I don't know how long we lay there but after a while, Jack rolled off of me and I whimpered as his softening cock slipped free. Moisture dribbled out of my hole and I reached down to cup it in my hand. Jack watched me with his glittering black eyes as I brought my coated fingers to my lips.

"Jesus, Mel. Where'd you learn all this?"

I smiled at him. "You think I went to college for a degree?"

He barked out a harsh laugh and rolled to his back. "Obviously not."

We lay there silently and I idly stroked myself, impressed with the load he'd dumped in my body.

I think we fell asleep because the next thing I remember was a hard cock sliding back and forth between the apex of my thighs. I thought I was still half-asleep, lost in a fantastic dream, so I relaxed and crooked my leg up, exposing my pussy to whoever cupped my body from behind.

A deep chuckle filled my ear and then a cock was filling my cunt, stretching my pussy as far as it could go. I moaned and squirmed, the discomfort bringing me closer to wakefulness.

"Don't move, Mel," Jack's husky voice growled in my ear. His arm dropped around my waist, hot and heavy and I couldn't move.

He started to fuck me then, long, slow thrusts in and out of my moistening pussy. I angled my hips back and felt the brush of hair against my ass. I shivered at the sensation of his naked body rubbing against me and decided I could wake up like this every damn day.

Jack shifted, his cock slipping free of my greedy hole. He grabbed my hips and lifted them into the air. Then his body was back against mine, his cock slipping easily into my open lips. I groaned and dropped my head to the pillows, lifting my ass higher in the air.

Jack kept fucking me with slow, deliberate thrusts until I was a mewling, begging mess. He stretched out so I could feel every inch of his sweaty, hair chest against my bare ass and back and he reached around to tweak my nipples. I cried out and came, my pussy clamping around his dick with hard pulls.

He groaned in my ear and humped me harder, his pace increasing. His fingers tightened on my nipples and his breath was hot against my neck.

God, I loved this feeling of a real man fucking me, taking control of me so utterly. I pushed back against him, my body still twitching with the aftershocks of another fantastic orgasm.

Jack's fingers sank into the flesh at my hips and he slammed hard into me once, twice, and a third time before crying out in climax.

As he collapsed over me, his weight dragged me down and we lay in a tangled mess, breathing hard.

"You've still got to suck me off, Mel."

I laughed, a breathless wheeze and lifted out from underneath him. "Now?"

He chuckled and in the dark light of the room, I could see him shake his head. "Not now. Give me five or ten minutes and then you can do it."

"Lucky me," I murmured.

We lay there quietly for a few minutes and I thought Jack might have fallen asleep again. Then he moved and straddled my body.

"Now?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Now," he growled and shimmied up so my lips were level with his cock.

I angled my chin up and grasped his cock in one hand. He leaned over me and grabbed the head board with one hand. He started to hump my face and I took his hardening cock into my mouth. It tasted of our mingled juices and I lapped it up.

I guess this makes me a slut. As Jack's cock got good and hard in my mouth, I didn't give a shit. I didn't care that he was my stepfather or that he'd blackmailed me into this position tonight.

I just wanted more.

"More," I moaned and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth again.

Jack didn't say anything but he started to fuck my face with renewed vigor. I sucked him in and squeezed with my hands as much as I could in this position. He groaned and I felt the pulsing in my cheeks and then his cum was shooting to the back of my throat. I drank it down, not gagging once.

This time when he collapsed beside me, he was out like a light in a hurry. I watched him for a second before getting up and showering like I'd meant to hours ago. I got back to bed and Jack was still sprawled across it, naked and I took a moment to admire his naked ass before lying down to sleep as well.

When I woke in the morning, Jack wasn't there. I stretched and gloried in the sensation of a well-used body. I got up and pulled a shirt on that barely covered my ass. Well, there was no point in modesty now, I suppose.

I wandered downstairs, but Jack was nowhere to be found. I ate a bowl of cereal and stared at the poker table that remained in the same position on the living room. I blushed and felt moisture seep out of my pussy. I finished the bowl of cereal and was just putting the bowl in the dishwasher when Jack came into the kitchen. We took one look at each other and I knew he was going to fuck me then and there. Cream poured out of my hole and I shuddered when his eyes went black.

"Turn around," he ordered.

I did, without question, and gripped the counter as he walked up behind me. His hands ran over my ass and spread my cheeks until I felt his fingers probing my cunt. I moaned and dropped my head.

"You always this wet and ready, Mel?"

"Yes, Jack."

"Good."

I heard a 'zip' as he undid his pants and then his hot, hard dick was poking at my butt. He took hold of it and angled it at my cunt. Then he angled his hips and slid his cock deep in a single thrust.

"Ah, God! Yes!" I cried, my knees shaking.

Jack gripped my hips and fucked me hard. He didn't slow or touch me anywhere else but on my hips. I ground back against him and begged for more, more, and for him to go harder, deeper. He obliged and pumped his hips in an increasing rhythm until I started to cum.

Then he pulled out and whirled me around. "You don't get to cum this time."

I stared at him and gasped when he shoved me to my knees. I was presented with his cock and sucked it in without question. I reached down with one hand to diddle myself and a glance up revealed that Jack had his head thrown back. He wouldn't care. I moaned around him and he moaned in response to the vibration. We came together in another minute, both our bodies tensing and releasing in time.

"Good morning," I whispered and peeked up at him through my lashes.

He grumbled a response and tucked his dick away as he turned around. "There's another poker night tonight. Make sure you wear the same uniform."

I felt like he'd just sucker punched me. Another night of taunting and humiliation? Another night of not getting anything in return but giving until I wanted to choke?

I rose on shaking legs and ran to my room. I tried to hide out all day but when the first doorbell rang, Jack pounded on my bedroom door.

"If you're not out and downstairs in that skirt in two minutes, I'll drag you out myself."

Tears filled my eyes but I obeyed. What else could I do?
I served the beer, endured their fondles and sucked their cocks when they asked. But this time, when Mick took me down the hall for some 'privacy,' I turned away from him and bent over the desk. My pussy was juicy with moisture and I was so ready for a fucking that I couldn't wait on the off-chance that Jack would relieve my suffering again.

Mick chuckled but dropped his pants. The scorching touch of his cock in my hole was a sweet relief that I'd never felt before. He was big and smooth and I rocked my hips back against him like a slut. Like the slut Jack had made me. I didn't care. I didn't care even when the door opened and Jack bellowed in the gasping, straining silence of the office.

Then we came together, Mick and I and I sank to the floor while his cock slipped out of me.

"She's a good lay, Jack."

"Get out, Mick. Take the other guys with you." Jack's tone was angry and I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

Mick laughed and clapped his friend on the shoulder. He snapped the condom from his cock – he'd followed the rules, at least – and then left. There was some noise from the living room and then retreating footsteps punctuated with the front door slamming. 

Finally, I looked at my stepfather, bracing myself for disappointment, anger or both. Instead, he was smiling at me. Smiling and nodding.

"Did Mick do it for you?" he asked.

I shrugged and pulled myself to my feet. "He got me off."

"Was he better than me?"

I glared at him. "What do you think?"

Jack laughed and reached a hand down to help me up. "I just like getting you this worked up, Mel. You're hotter when you're this juicy." To emphasize his words, he cupped my pussy and played with my clit.




Poker Night



I sighed and leaned into him as he brought me to another climax. Then he pushed me down to the floor and fucked me.

Now this was what I wanted.

Again, I couldn't say if it was because he had a fantastic cock, or if it was because he knew how to use it. There was something so amazing about fucking my stepfather and I let myself do something that I'd never done before.

When he rolled me on top of him and I bounced on him with abandon, coming to a hard orgasm, I called him 'daddy.' He roared, coming apart underneath me and then I knew. It was because he was my father and I wanted what was wrong with this.

"Fuck me, Daddy, please," I moaned and gyrated on his body, working his hard cock in and out of my cunt until I came and fell on his chest.

He grabbed me around the waist and pumped his hips up and into me over and over until he came, emptying his load deep inside me.

He fucked me all week, in every conceivable position. I came hard and fast every time and I loved the deep, hot slosh of his cum emptying in my cunt. Usually there, anyway. Sometimes in my mouth, or on my tits, and once across my ass and lower back. But mostly, in my hole. Sometimes I'd taste our mingled cum on my fingers afterward and sometimes we'd just pass out cold. We stopped fucking long enough to eat and drink and sometimes shower but mostly, we just humped like wild animals and gloried in making each other crazy.

When my mother came home, it got harder to fuck. And it drove me nearly insane to hear the rhythmic sounds from their bedrooms some nights. 

But Jack would surprise me in the shower or wake me often enough to make up for it.

My favorite morning was when I woke face down and his cock was already moving in and out of my slippery cunt. I woke with a groan and lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. He chuckled and slipped his hand beneath my body to flick my clit until I came with a screech.

"Quiet, your mother's in the shower," he growled in my ear.

I turned my face to the pillow and rode out the wave of my climax as Jack continued to fuck me. I heard the distant sound of the water shutting off and Jack's movements grew more frantic. Then he came with a muffled groan and pulled out almost before he was done.

I rolled over and watched him jerk his sweats up his legs and tuck his wilting dick inside. I grinned and wiggled my fingers at him.

"Your mother leaves today for another week," he said in a low tone.

My stomach clenched. "Awesome."

Jack laughed and shook his head. "Yeah. Awesome."

And it was.



Poker Night



I love poker night. Every Monday my boyfriend and his friends hold a poker party. They alternate weeks and this week it is being held at our house. I actually don't mind. I spend a better part of the day getting food and such ready for the guys. I make sure that they have enough beer for the night and whatever else they may drink.

It is about seven when Doug shows up. He usually shows up about a half hour before everyone else. Doug has been Joe's best friend since they were in elementary school. Doug is 27, the same age as Joe. He stands 6'3", has light brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes. He works out daily so he is muscular without over doing it. I hug Doug and ask how he is doing. We chat for a minute while waiting for Joe to come downstairs from his shower. 

When Joe comes down, I have them swap out our kitchen table with Joe's custom made poker table. We are just finishing up setting it up when the doorbell rings. 

I answer the door to find Joe's coworker Craig. Craig is 5'10", blond hair, blue eyes, and he has a little meat around the middle but he is in no way fat, just healthy. I show Craig to where the other guys are. 

"Joe, you are going to have to answer the door when Scott gets here. I am going to go up and take a shower. I will be back down in a few minutes." I tell Joe. 

I head upstairs and take my shower. I have just climbed out of the shower and grabbed a towel when the door opens. 

"Whoa! I am in here." I say to whoever is entering. 

"I know you are. That is why I came up." Doug says as he comes in and closes the door behind him. 

"Doug, that was a one time thing. I love Joe and I cant do this to him." I say. About a month ago, Joe was out of town on business and Doug came over to hang out. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but after a more than a few drinks things got out of hand. Doug and I had sex and in fact he stayed for the remainder of the time that Joe was gone. I have dreamed about it and regretted it since. 

"Come on, Maggie. I can't stop thinking about you. I want more of your tight mouth wrapped around my cock. Please." He says as he unbuttons and pulls down his pants. 

When I see his eight inches I know that I cannot turn him down. I drop down to my knees. 

"What about everyone else? Won't Joe notice you are gone?"

"Nah, I excused myself and told him I needed to call Emily." Emily is the girlfriend that he has and on and off relationship with. Apparently it is on again. 

I grab his cock in my hand and bring it to my mouth. I lick around the head of it before sucking him into my mouth. His cock stretches my mouth. What his cock lacks in the length the Joe has, he makes up for in width. 

"Oh, yeah, Maggie. Suck my cock!" Doug says as he grabs the back of my head and begins to fuck my mouth. 

I easily take him all in my mouth. As he fucks me in and out I alternate sucking him hard and sucking him gently. I reach up and play with his balls while he is fucking my mouth. Before long, I feel his cock start to spasm just as he shoots his cum down my throat. I do my best to swallow it all around his cock. I release his softening cock and stand up. Doug kisses me before turning to leave. 

"Thanks, baby, that was great."

After Doug leaves I brush my teeth, pull my blonde hair back into a ponytail, and with a towel wrapped around me walk to my bedroom. I close the door behind me and drop the towel on the bed. After what happened with Doug I am feeling sexy so I decide to dress that way. I grab my black g-string panties and pull them over my shaven pussy. I get a matching black bra and pull it on over my 34 dd breasts. Out of my closet I pull out a red skirt that sits about 3 inches below my ass. To top it off, I pull on a white sweater that really leaves nothing to the imagination. It is pulled tight against my 34dd breasts. I turn and inspect my body in the mirror. I am 5'8", blonde hair, green eyes and like I said 34dd breasts. I am rather impressed with how I look . 

I go back downstairs to see how the men are doing and see if they need anything. When I walk into the living room I see that Scott, Joe's step brother has arrived but it also see that there is someone new in attendance tonight. It is James, one of my dad's friends that Joe has become good friends with since we got together. 

"Hi, Scott how are you? James, glad you could make it. Might be nice to have a new face around here." I say with a laugh. 

"Hey, Maggie!" says Scott. 

"Hey, Mags," James says calling me by my nickname he has called me since I was young, 

I stand by Joe's chair watching them play for a few, Joes hand rubbing the back of my leg. 

"I am gonna go put the chicken wings and nachos in the oven to warm them. I will be back in a few minutes." I say to the guys. 

I have just put the wings in the oven and set the timer when I feel someone come up behind me. Turning around I find that Scott is standing behind me. Scott is 6'2", black hair, vibrant blue eyes, and he is very well toned. And he has the most beautiful smile. I melt when he smiles at me. If I weren't truly happy with Joe...

"You are looking hot tonight, Maggie." he says coming closer to me, forcing me to back up against the counter. He grabs me by the hips and lifts me so I am sitting on the counter. 

"Scott, what are you doing?"

"I am going to eat your pussy. I want some of that hot pussy." he says as he drops to his knees in front of me. He shoves my skirt up and slides my panties to the side. 

"Scott, Joe is in the other room. You can't do this."

"Sure I can." he says as he leans forward and his tongue connects with my clit. He flicks my clit with his tongue and rams his fingers into my pussy. He is fucking me with his fingers and flicking my clit with abandon. I do my best to keep quiet. 

He then shoves his tongue into my hole, fucking me in and out as he gently pinches my clit between his fingers. 

"God, Scott, that feels so good." I whisper to him

His tongue slides in and out of my pussy, then he moves up and sucks my clit into his mouth sucking it hard and fast. I grab the back of his head and push it into my pussy. My body starts to quiver and I am shaking as I begin to cum. It is a struggle to keep quiet. Scott fixes my panties and stands up. He leans forward and I kiss him deeply, tasting my pussy. 

"Mmm..." I say with a smile. "That was amazing, Scott!"

"You taste as amazing as you look. If you ever get bored of Joe give me a call." Scott says as he turns away. He grabs a beer out of the refrigerator and goes back to the dining room. 

With my body still pretty shaky I get down off the counter and check the timer. I put the nachos in the oven and wait. When they are done I carry them and some paper plates into the dining room. I leave it with the men and go watch television for a few minutes. I watch the show that I was interested in and then I go back to the dining room. 

I walk in to find that Scott and Doug have both left. 

"Where did the other guys go?" I ask as I take the chair next to James. 

"Doug had to take off, he said that Emily was waiting for him. Scott was done so he hitched a ride with Doug." Joe tells me. 

I sit watching them for a few minutes. I feel James, hand on my thigh. I look up at him and he smiles. I lick my lips slowly before smiling back at him. 

Joe loses yet another hand and announces that it is time for him to go to bed as he has to work in the morning. He gets up and walks over to me kissing me before heading upstairs. 

"You guys can stick around and play if you want. I will be up for awhile anyway." I say to Craig and James. 

"If you don't mind." says Craig. 

"Not at all," I say as I get up and gather the dishes. I put them in the kitchen and return to the dining room. 

I stand next to James and watch them. James scoots his chair back a little. 

"Why don't you it on my lap and see if you can bring me any luck?" James says to me. 

I smile and without a word I step over and sit down on his lap, my legs spread so they are on the outside of his legs. I sit like this and watch them play a few hands. I can feel James's cock hardening beneath my ass. I wiggle my ass on him. James lays his cards on the table and grabs my sweater, pulling it over my head. Craig's cards fall from his hand. I lean back against James as he plays with my breasts. 

"Stand up" James says to me. I do as he asks and he picks me up and puts me on the table. Craig grabs my shoulders and pulls me back so I am lying on the table. Craig unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out. He cock is seven inches, and average width. He brings his cock to my mouth. I open my mouth and willingly take him in. As I begin sucking him, I feel James pulling my panties down. After doing so, he bends over me sucking on my nipple while he brings his hand to my pussy. He slides his fat fingers into my pussy, fucking me with them. 

Craig is fucking my mouth his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I feel his cock hitting the back of my throat. I love the feeling of a cock in my throat. It is such a turn on knowing that this is the second time I have had one in my mouth today. 

James brings his cock to my pussy and in one motion shoves it into me. It is all I can do to not scream out. It feel so good. He begins to fuck me hard and fast as Craig is fucking my mouth the same way. 

"Damn, Joe is lucky this hot little piece of ass is his. I have been wanting this for awhile." Craig says. 

I reach up and play with Craig's balls. 

"Oh, yeah, baby."

"I want you to stand up Mags." James says to me. 

Craig reluctantly pulls his cock out of my mouth to let me stand up. James sits in the chair and pulls me to him. I put my hands on his shoulders and straddle him. I begin to fuck him, my wet pussy sliding up and down his cock. I feel Craig behind me, He reaches around me playing with my breasts, pinching the nipples. 

"Raise up, baby, Take my cock out of your pussy." 

Not sure why he is asking this I do so. I feel Craig shove his cock into me a few times and then pull out. I bring myself back down on James's cock. James grabs my hips and holds me there. I know what he is up to when I feel Craig's cock pushing against my ass. He pushes gently until the head is in. He slowly starts to fuck my ass. He pulls out a little and then pushes in, each time getting a little further in. Finally he is all the way in. They begin to fuck me alternating in and out. I am quivering from the sensations I am feeling. 

"Oh, yes. Fuck my holes. Feels so good!" I say shuddering as I begin to cum on James's cock. 

I feel James's cock spasming as he shoots his cum inside me. I am still feeling him shoot inside me when Craig shoots his cum inside my ass. Ramming me deep as he fills me. He pulls his cock out with a pop and then I get up off James's cock. 

"Thanks guys. That was hot." I say as bend to pick up my panties. I pull them on and then wait until they have left to gather up the rest of my clothes. 

Carrying them upstairs to the bedroom, I climb into bed next to Joe with just my panties on. Joe rolls over and kisses me. 

"Good night baby?" he asks. 

"Yes."

"Tell me..." 

"Well, after my shower, I gave Doug a blow job. In the kitchen, while the wings were cooking, Scott ate my pussy. And... just now after you came to bed, James and Craig double teamed me, one in my pussy and one in my ass. It was hot baby. And they all think they were the only ones..." 

"So, you had fun?"

"Yes... thank you so much baby. Nice touch inviting James. You know the crush I had on him growing up." 

"I thought you would like that..."

"So next week, book club with me and the ladies?" I ask him with a smile...

To be continued?



Poker Night



I look forward to all critiques. I can't get better if you don't let me know how you feel. Oh and by the way, I have an on-line friend who really experienced Poker Nights. Enjoy! KT



"Hey Julie! Where are you?" Fifty year old Ralph called as he walked in the door. Finally home from work, he was fired up over his weekly poker game. It was at his house this week, which meant he and his wife were the 'host'. He supplied the place, the snacks, the drinks and the wife. 

Ralph and his four buddies had all met at a gym several years ago and had started playing poker on a weekly basis: Jim, 40, about 6' 2" 180 lbs. with biceps to die for from working out at the local gym every week; Paul, the oldest at 55, 5'11" and 240 lbs., married to Sarah, who loved to cook; Jake. 5'10", 186 lbs and the best looking of the 5 with his dark brown hair shoulder length and pulled back in a pony tail. Jake was married to his high school sweetheart, Janet; and Dan, the youngest of the five at 33, 5'8", 160 lbs, and single. The Five had been playing poker for about 8 years now.

Two years ago, Jim and Nancy got divorced and he had found a new girlfriend. One Friday Poker Night, she came out of the bedroom to get a snack. 

Paul whistled, leaning over to Jim saying, "now where did you find that? Wow! Maybe I'll get divorced." 

They all laughed and Jim whispered. "You guys just can't imagine. Here I am only 40 years old and I can barely keep up with her. She's my sex slave! Or maybe I'm hers!" 

They all had a good laugh at Alana's expense. 

Alana was 25, 5'7" and weighed only 135 pounds. Her rich blonde hair flowed in waves down her back. She had light green eyes and dimples that were deep in her cheeks, and when she smiled it gave her a little girl look. But she wasn't a little girl. Not with these 36 DD breasts that seemed to have an invisible magnet in them. Men looked at her and were mesmerized. 

"Maybe you'd like to share," Dan suggested. 

Jim thought for a second and turning serious he got up and went over to Alana. He bent over and whispered something in her ear. She laughed, reached up and whispered something back to Jim. He ask her a question and she nodded yes. The four men sitting at the poker table were all straining to hear what was going on. They couldn't hear a thing. 

Jim walked back over to the table and said, "okay, Alana said she'd do it, but she wanted to spend the night with the winner. 

Jake sputtered and said, "She'll do what to who?" 

Jim laughed out loud and said, she'll give each of you guys a blow job under the table during the game and the one who wins the most poker chips at the end of the night gets to spend the night with her and she'll do anything he wants.

Four sets of eyes were focused first on Jim and then on Alana, then back to Jim. 

Dan broke the silence with, "You've got to be fuckin' kidding me!"

Jim smiled and quipped, "Nope, not kidding"

Jake finally found his voice and said, "Say we even considered this...this....this offer. Where exactly would those of us with wives spend the night?" 

Jim thought for a minute and looked at Jake. "Maybe Jake could share his bachelor pad for the night and he could come over here for the night."

Jake thought for a minute then said, "OK but, you have to change the sheets, restock the fridge and leave the place like you found it."

Ralph interrupted this disaster- waiting- to-happen scheme with, "and tell out wives what???

They all went silent and then Jake said, "tell her you are going fishing!" 

Paul coughed and said, "Yeah we've all got a worm..." Another round of laughter. 

Then Ralph got serious and said "Hey, what about when it's at my house or your house Jake, or Paul's?" Do we offer up our wives?" 

Another moment of silence and then Ralph said " Shit, why not? They might even enjoy a night out."

We aren't going to do this every week are we? How about once a month?" 

And so it began that night, the creation and birth of 'Poker Night'.

That first night they decided Alana should be naked all evening with the exception of a brief waitress apron if she wanted. The guys could touch and/or play, lick, finger or spank anything on her but no copulation except for the poker winner. On Alana's part, she could do anything to the guys that she wanted but she must allow their touches but she also had to give each guy a blow job before the night was over. In return,the winner would get the her for the night and she would get the winnings from the final poker pot. Everybody wins. The one exception in the deal was if the wife didn't want to, then the host had to provide a substitute.

There were 5 ayes and 5 high fives.

With that Alana disappeared into the bedroom and reappeared 10 minutes later wearing only a cocktail waitress apron, her large breasts swinging side to side with each step. 

Ralph found his voice first and said, "alrighty then, let's play poker,"

With that he walked over and kissed each of Alana's tits for good luck then sat down at the table and picked up his cards, not even looking up at his cronies whose mouths had dropped open.

When he did look up they were all staring at him. "What?" he ask. "Let's play some poker."

Alana took her job seriously. She walked over to the poker table and crawled under it. She had been a 'submissive' to Jim for several months now and she really hoped he would appreciate this and not punish her for forgetting her dog collar. 

The first player she came to, she reached up and unzipped his pants. As she was fingering the zipper, he shifted in his chair and she could feel his cock swelling and getting harde, searching for more space in his pants to grow. She giggled and opened his pants and allowed it freedom from the restraint of the zipper. Alana wiggled over between his legs and began licking his cock. She licked and sucked and could taste his precum on her tongue. 

It wasn't long before he went stiff and she felt him working her mouth.

"Fuck" she thought to herself, "I forgot a towel. I'll have to swallow. Damn it!"

He was trying to sit still but it was difficult with Alana sucking and licking, and fingering the head of his cock. All of a sudden he groaned and filled her mouth with his load. Jake was wishing he had an extra pair of pants because he sure was sticky-wet with his own cum. 

The others looked over at him and wondered who would be next.



Poker Night



My buddy Jason has always had a bit of an obsessive streak about him. Nothing too odd, you understand, just a bit more obsessive than the regular guy. Take poker, for example. Once Jason decided he wanted to learn to play poker well, he studied every book he could find, learned every technique that he thought reasonable, and practiced as often as he could. He started out with blackjack, and could soon accurately card count a six-deck shoe. More often than not, he could play blackjack for hours at a time, generally coming out ahead. He didn't particularly like to gamble, he just liked to play.

Then he discovered Texas Hold 'Em. The old obsessive behavior came back, and he studied and practiced and played and played and played. He began to host tournaments at his house on a regular basis, and hosted an eight to ten person game almost every weekend. He taught me to play, although I never was very good, but we enjoyed many hours matching wits and skills. His wife, Jenny, played almost as often as Jason did, and became fairly skilled in her own right, although she was never as obsessive as Jason.

The best game I ever played happened early into the Texas Hold 'Em obsession. I had stopped in one evening to shoot the breeze and drink his beer, and Jason and Jennifer suggested we play poker. We broke out the chips and cards and played for a while, just to knock the rust off. After a couple games and several beers, our chat had turned rather blue, with Jenny holding up her end of the innuendos quite ably. I always suspected that she had a bit of wild streak in her, but I never knew exactly how wild.

Somehow, our discussion turned to strip poker, and the wild claims people we had known had made about games they had played. At one point, Jenny said, with an off-hand tone, that we should play strip Texas Hold 'Em. I looked at Jason, as I didn't want to appear to lust after his wife, even though I did. She was a petite thing, very pretty with long curly hair, not quite five foot, a slender, willowy blond with perky A-cup tits and a sweet curvy ass. Jason was looking at Jenny, trying to determine if she serious. He said to her, "I'm game if you are." They both then looked at me.

"What the heck," I said. "Should be interesting." I leered at Jenny and she giggled, then I winked at Jason. He smiled back and we started talking about how to structure the game. We agreed that we would start out with a set amount of chips. The game would be played normally, expect that in the event that there was a showdown between two or more players, the loser of the showdown would also lose a piece of clothing. If you mucked your cards, there was no penalty, but if you went into a showdown, you might come out short more than just chips. Also, we decided that you could make unlimited rebuys of the initial chip count. The cost would be one piece of clothing, and you could not use your last piece of clothing for the rebuy. If you were out of chips and chose not to rebuy or couldn't rebuy, you lost and had to strip down. Clothing could not be rebought. First person naked would be the loser, and would have to stay naked to deal the rest of the game and serve drinks and snacks to the remaining players, while they played the rest of game out. We began cautiously, with most of the hands being folded early. The first showdown was between Jason and Jenny, and Jason came out on top. Jenny reached down, took off a shoe, and tossed it off to the side.

The game went on, with all of us shedding shoes and socks as play continued. It became pretty apparent that Jenny and I were fairly evenly matched, while Jason was far superior. Jenny had a slight advantage in that she was wearing a bra, which gave her one extra piece of clothing. I made up for that when we went head-to-head. We both had our shirt, shorts and underwear on, but she was on a short stack when I pushed her to go all in. I took the pot with a pocket pair and a pair on the board against her Big Slick. She was now faced with an unenviable choice. She lost her top with the hand, and was now out of chips. She decided to toss her shorts off as well so that she could get a rebuy and stay in the game.

Seeing her strip off her shirt and shorts gave me an instant throbbing erection. She was wearing a sweet lacy push-up demi-bra with matching thong panties in a deep red, almost ruby color. The underwear color set off her creamy skin perfectly, and she posed there for a second, doing a slow pirouette, letting us admire her shapely ass before she took her seat again to resume the game.

Jason kept winning, depleting our stacks and taking me down to my underwear. Jenny managed to hang on to her bra and panties for a while, but shortly after I lost my shorts, Jenny lost a showdown to Jason and had to give up her bra. She sat back and pushed her softly curled hair off her shoulders. She slowly reached up between her breasts and undid the clasp between the bra cups. Jenny slipped the bra off while managing to keep one arm over her tits until the bra had fallen off the other arm and onto the floor. She then slowly dropped her arm, exposing her perky tits with their small, hard nipples to my avid gaze. Jason stared as well, seeming to enjoy both the interest I showed in his wife's tits and her excitement in exposing them to us.

After catching our breath, play resumed. Since Jenny and I were both down to our underwear pants, as well as having short stacks, it became a hard-fought match between us not to lose. It came down to one last hand, with both of us all in. I had a low pair, while Jenny had unsuited connectors. The flop came down with Jenny getting two more connectors for a possible straight, with nothing for me. The turn gave Jenny a pair, which was higher than mine, and I began to steel myself to being the naked guy serving drinks and dealing the remaining hands. The river card came down, and I stared at the card matching my pair and giving me trips to beat Jenny's pair.

Jenny and Jason both stared at the card, and then looked up at each other. I began to say that Jenny didn't have to strip off, trying to play the gentleman, but Jason stopped me, saying "A bet's a bet and a deal is a deal. Jenny, you agreed to this, so drop those drawers and bring us drinks."

Jenny sat there a minute, then stood up, looking between us while she gathered her courage. Finally, as we both watched, she stood, slid her hands under the sides of the thong and slid the garment down her shapely thighs, then kicked the scrap of lace onto the pile of clothes. Jenny stood there, blushing while Jason and I stared and drooled. Jenny kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed in a small triangle above her lips, which were slightly puffy and coral-colored, betraying her excitement from being on display. She turned slowly away from us, bending from the waist to pick up her shoes to move them to the entryway. By bending over that way, she gave us a beaver shot of epic proportions as well as a good look at her nether eye. She held the pose for a few seconds longer than she needed to and then sashayed to the entryway, taking the shoes with her. "Damn," I breathed, swallowing hard and tearing my gaze away from Jenny's sweetly swaying ass. Jason said, "Yeah. Damn. That's quite a performance. I don't think I knew what I was getting into."

"Lucky you," I said as I smiled.

"I'm guessing she's going to be incredibly horny tonight," Jason said as he smiled back.

"Do you want me to take off so you can get to ... ah ... other activities?"

Jenny interrupted as she came back, two beers in her hands and a mock frown on her face, "Don't even think about it! The deal was that you two now have to play this out, so sit down while I deal. I'm not going to be the only one naked here!"

So, we sat down and went back to the game. It was clear that it was only a matter of time before Jason finished me off. Jenny didn't help, either. As she dealt, she kept pushing her tits together with her arms, disrupting my concentration and making it more difficult to focus on the game. She began to be more brazen, rubbing her nipples, or pinching them and moaning while we bet and drawing our attention to her chest rather than our cards. At one point, she reached her hand down under the table, closed her eyes and moved her hand around while she moaned. I couldn't see what she was doing, but it was clear that she was masturbating, running her finger through her slit while rocking gently back and forth. As we watched, she brought her hand out from under the table and sniffing it, then running her finger along Jason's upper lip.

Jason closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Jenny smirked, got up and went to the kitchen to get herself a drink. As she did, she walked by me, and I could see the wetness in her matted hair and I could easily smell her excitement. The scent was intoxicating. By now, my hard-on was almost painful and the pre-cum had soaked through the fabric of my boxers. By the way Jason shifted uncomfortably in his chair, I would have bet he was in the same condition.

It wasn't long after Jenny came back to the table that the game ended. As was perfectly obvious over the last several hands, I was short stacked and had to go all in to try to get back in the game. Jason decided that it was time put an end to the game and pushed me all in. His 7 and 9 offsuit turned into a full house on the table and it was my turn to do the strip-tease.

Jason began whistling the Deliverance theme. Jenny, picking up the cue, said, "Them panties. Take 'em off. Just take 'em right off." I laughed when Jenny, doing a bad hillbilly accent, said, "Just drop 'em, boy!" I pulled the waistband out over my dick and dropped the shorts to the floor. Jenny gave a little wolf-whistle while Jason pointed and laughed. While I knew he was just ribbing me, I also knew that I was just average in the endowment department, while some of Jason's previous girlfriends had intimated that Jason was...impressive. I sat back down, laughing nervously.

"So, what do we do now?" Jason asked. He began to collect the cards and chips and put them away. Jenny, with a mischievous grin, said, "Don't you think it's a bit rude that you're the only one wearing clothes? I think you should make our guest feel at home by joining the skin party!" I had no great need to see Jason naked, but it seemed like Jenny was going somewhere with this and I wanted to see how far she was willing to go. I said, "It's ok, Jenny. Jason's never been known for his interpersonal skills." Jenny winked at me, and when Jason's back was turned to put the chips away, she reached over and without warning, stripped Jason's shorts and underwear down.

While Jason spluttered and tried to grab for his shorts, Jenny giggled and said, "Now we're all even!" Jenny turned and put her foot on Jason's shorts so that he was unable to pull them up. When he tried to take a step back, he stepped right out of the shorts and was left standing there, naked. A quick look told me that his past girlfriends were right. He was ... impressive, and quite erect. He said, "Now how is this fair? I won the game. You lost. If anything, you should be doing something to reward me for winning."

"Well, I did have that in mind for later, but if you don't want to wait..." She spocked an eyebrow at him with a quick glance toward me. Now that sounded like a setup to me, so I decided to take a swing at it. "Oh, don't let me stop you. I'll just sit in the corner and watch. Go ahead and do what you do."

Jenny turned to look at me. "You just want to watch?"

"Well, since we seem to be missing an unattached female, playing along doesn't seem to be in the cards, and I can't imagine any straight guy would object to watching a beautiful woman make love. So, yeah, I want to watch. I hope you won't mind if I ...um... entertain myself while I watch."

Jenny looked at Jason and them moved toward me. Without hesitating she reached out and grabbed my dick and began to stroke. "I don't think you'll need to go to that extreme."

I was shocked. I couldn't move. I looked over at Jason while his wife continued to stroke me. He smiled and said, "Jenny has always been a little adventurous. We made a deal shortly after we got married. We would each be able to invite someone to join us, but only if we both agreed and both of us were present. Jenny enjoys threeways with both boys and girls, and I enjoy Jenny. It seems to work."

Jenny looked at me without stopping her efforts and said, "You've been on the list for a while, but the opportunity never presented itself. This seems like a good time." She reached her other hand behind my head and pulled me into a deep kiss. Our lips met with a quick electric shock and then our tongues began exploring. As we kissed, I heard Jason move toward us and felt him slip his hands around Jenny's waist and up onto her tits. He began nibbling the back of her neck while we continued kissing. 

After a few minutes, she turned to face Jason and began to kiss him, while I ran my hands up her flanks and closed them over her perky tits. As I did so, I took her small, prominent nipples between my fingers and twisted and pinched them, drawing moans from deep in her throat. At the same time, I used my dick and rubbed the head up and down between the cheeks of her butt. Meanwhile, I could tell that Jason had reached his hand down to stroke her pussy. She was squirming and moaning continuously, and we were all getting pretty worked up.

Jenny disengaged from Jason, turned so that she could put her arms around us and led us over to the couch. She directed us to sit down and knelt in front of us, taking a cock in each hand. She stroked us, and then began licking the head of each cock, starting with Jason's and then moving to mine. She spent a few minutes on each before shifting to the other one. After a while, she sat back on her heels, still stroking gently, and said, "OK, who wants to eat me?"

Jason and I both chorused 'me' and Jenny told Jason to lay on the floor. She knelt between his legs, bending over to take his cock in her mouth. Just before he did, she looked over at me and said, "What are you waiting for? It ain't eating itself!" I didn't need any more encouragement. I slid off the couch and knelt behind Jenny, resting my hands on the curves of her ass. I bent my head to her and began to lick and nibble the cheeks of her ass, working my way down to her thighs and circling her ass and cunt with licks and kisses. I focused first on her puckered ass and licked around it lightly before stiffening my tongue and plunging it into her hole. She squirmed and pushed back toward my face, which I took as a sign she was enjoying the attention I was paying to her butt, and continued in the same vein for a few minutes. 

I then began running my tongue down along her slit, gathering the sweet nectar I found there until I reached her clit, peeking out out from its hood like a pearl. I stroked the little bud with my tongue, drawing a moan and a quiver from the otherwise-occupied Jenny. I kept playing with her pussy lips and clit, drawing them into my mouth before letting them slip out again. Then I would plunge my tongue into her pussy before returning to her clit.

By this time, my ministrations had worked her up to a frenzy of actions as she made circles with her hips while continuing to thrust them back at me. As the same time, she frantically bobbing up and down on Jason's cock until with a loud moan, he erupted into her mouth. Once she had finished cleaning him off with her lips and tongue, she spun around and pushed me to the floor. Almost at once, she buried my cock in her mouth, taking me all the way down her throat. She began to withdraw from my dick, then slowly licked around the head and taking me back in her mouth again. She kept up this motion, occasionally burying her nose in my public hair. While she was doing that, Jason had moved into position behind her and started licking his wife's gorgeous pussy. Much as she had done when I was eating her, she moaned and fidgeted in time with Jason's ministrations. In the meantime, she was expressing her pleasure in the way she was sucking my cock and I was getting close to filling her mouth.

I told her so, and she just continued to suck my dick, adding a stroking motion with her hand. I tensed up, the pleasure sending me over the edge, and I came in great spurting gobs. Jenny took it all, slowing down and looking up at me with a smile while Jason brought her off. As she orgasmed, she collapsed on my leg, shuddering with the aftershocks of her pleasure.

We all lay there, spent. I was laying up against the couch. Jenny was face down, her head pillowed on my thigh. Jason lay on his side, his head resting on the shapely cheek of Jenny's ass. Jenny stirred first, getting up and moving toward the bathroom. Her beautiful ass swayed sensuously as she walked away from us. She called back over her shoulder, "I'll be right back."

Jason sat up and leaned against the couch a few feet away from me. We looked over at each other and smiled. I took a breath and said, "Wow...Just, wow." Jason nodded his head in agreement and we sat there in companionable silence.

Jenny came back, looking radiant and carrying a towel. The towel looked like it was wrapped around something small, but I couldn't tell what it was. She sat down between us, putting the towel on her lap, and sat back against the couch. She looked from Jason to me and back to Jason again, a small smile playing across her lips. "I have a request. I know Jason won, and I have to do what he says, so I thought I would make a suggestion for Jason to ask."

Neither of us interrupted her. I was thinking that whatever she wanted to do was sure to be interesting and a lot of fun. As long as Jason agreed, I didn't see that anything she could suggest could be bad. Jenny continued, "Actually, Brian gave me the idea when he was giving me a rim job earlier. I want to get stuffed."

I had no idea what the heck she was talking about. Jason looked at me and said to Jenny, "How do you want it?" Obviously, he knew what she was talking about and didn't seem to have an objection.

"I thought Brian should have the honors, if that's alright with you," Jenny said.

"Sounds good. Do you have everything you need?"

Jenny nodded and pointed to the towel. I said, "Anybody feel like filling me in?"

Jenny smiled coquettishly, reached out and took my cock in her hand while reaching for Jason's cock with her other. As she stroked us, she said, "I've always wanted to get stuffed, but never had the opportunity. Given my size and Jason's ... endowment, it was never an option. Not that you're a midget, mind you, but you I could tell when I deep-throated you that you would do fine."

"Do what?"

"Get me stuffed. It's taking two guys at the same time, one up front and one back there. Jason and I have tried anal a couple time, but I've never been able to take him back there. I'm hoping that I'll have better luck with you. As a bonus, I get to enjoy Jason at the same time!" Jenny was fairly beaming as she finished her description.

"Don't you think it will hurt?" I didn't want to hurt her, but the idea she described excited me, as she could readily tell.

"No, I don't think so. I've used some toys back there before, so I'm not worried about that. You'll just need to use a fair amount of lube to make sure things go ... smoothly." With that, she unwrapped the towel to display a tube of KY, which she then handed to me. Jenny then began issuing instructions. "Jason, you lay on the floor there, and I'll get on top. Once we get set, you get behind me and put it in."

I nodded and opened the lube. Meanwhile, Jenny had mounted Jason and was positioning his massive organ at the entrance to her slit. I watch while his monster member spread her lips open as she slowly lowered herself down, rocking back and forth to get him fully seated within her. When she was, she bent forward so that her ass was fully exposed with her cheeks spread wide. She looked back over her shoulder and said huskily, "Go ahead and put it in."




Poker Night



I quickly spread the lube on my dick and over her sphincter. As I did, I took the opportunity to slip a finger in to see if she was really ready for this type of intrusion. Her sphincter muscle relaxed as my finger slipped in, so I thought she was ready. I took my position between her (and Jason's!) legs and lined up my cock with her pucker. I pressed the tip against her ass and she said, "Go ahead, but take it slow." I began to gently push into her. At first she tensed up, making it difficult, but she slowly relaxed and I began to work my cock into her ass.

She moaned and stiffened as I slowly pushed into her. Once I was fully in, she said, "OK, hold it there for a minute." I held still while she got used to the feeling. After a short time, she said, "OK, that feels good." She began to move on Jason's cock as I began to thrust slowly in and out of her ass. It took us a few moments to find a rhythm, but once we did, the sensations began to build. Jenny began to moan almost immediately, babbling incoherently. "Oh, god, I'm so full! So good...ugh...oh my god, keep fucking me!" and on like that. For my part, I had never seen such an erotic situation. I could hear Jason moaning, and I was incredibly excited, both by the physical sensations of the three-way and the almost constant moaning and thrashing of Jenny. It became difficult to keep pumping into her tight ass, but I managed. The feeling was incredible. It was hot and tight, and her muscles were almost in constant spasm around my dick. I didn't think I could last much longer, despite have cum just a few minutes earlier. Fortunately, I could tell that Jenny was really close, and Jason didn't appear to be too far behind.

Suddenly, Jenny's vocalizations went from a moaning to almost a scream, a single syllable held and keened out while her body went rigid and her muscles went into spasm, contracting randomly around my cock. Jenny calmed down for a second, then went into a series of spasms, having orgasm after orgasm, until she finally collapsed against Jason, completely limp. At about the same time, I could feel Jason begin to fill her pussy with his spunk, and that sent me over the top, causing me to dump my load into her ass.

As my breathing calmed down, my cock began to slip out of her well-lubricated ass. I looked around saw the towel that Jenny had brought from the bathroom and slid it under us to catch the outflow of juices from Jenny's well-used pelvis. Jenny, recovering slightly from her climaxes, began to growl deep in her throat with the aftershocks of her pleasure. Her eyes were still closed, and it appeared that she was slipping slowly into sleep. I used the towel to clean her up and then myself, and offered the towel to Jason. He cleaned off his shrinking but still-impressive member, and we carried Jenny into the bedroom and tucked her into bed. I gave her a final kiss as she drifted off into sleep, a smile playing across her exhausted lips.



Poker Night



After all these years, I was looking forward to my class reunion. I had moved out of town about 6 weeks after graduation and never looked back.

After a stint in the service, I started doing construction and within a few years started my own business out in the suburbs.

In addition to the guys that work on the construction side, my small construction/real estate business has done well enough to hire some office help.

I met my wife when she applied for the receptionist job I had posted. 

A few years later, she took a job at the headquarters of a big corporation in the city.

Most of the alumni coming from out of town were staying at a local hotel so the first night's get together was in the lounge of the hotel.

I won't bore you with the mindless chatter that went on. If you've ever been to one of these things you know what I'm talking about.

About 10:00 pm most of the couples that had traveled a long distance started heading up to their rooms so about a half dozen of us couples 

decided to head over to Mark's house for some cards and drinking.

When we got to his house the guys headed down to the finished basement to play some cards while the wives stayed upstairs and talked about the women that weren't there. 

Nina was the only outsider in the group so she didn't have much to add to the conversation.

We all started out with between $200.00 and $250.00 but it wasn't long before a few of the guys had lost all they were willing to loose in one night.

Finally, it came down to Mark and I. Going back and forth neither one of us really making any ground on the other. 

The rest of the guys were just hanging out B.S.ing and drinking beer.

Eventually I had to get up to take a leak. I asked if it was ok to have Nina come down and watch my cards while I took care of business.

I text-ed her to come down to the basement and she arrived a few minutes later.

I told her it was ok to play a few hands but to not loose the mortgage. Everyone laughed as I headed upstairs.

As I was coming out of the bathroom I saw Greg's wife Bonnie and started talking to her. Next thing I knew, 15 minutes had passed. 

I excused myself and hurried back downstairs to the game.

When I returned, almost all of the money was in the pot and Mark and Nina were "seeing" and "raising" each other in $50.00 dollar increments.

She said "I got him! I can't loose! He's bluffing!"

Suddenly, Mark said "I'll see your 50 and raise you... Let's see, let's say another 200. That's everything I've got."

Nina smiled until she realized that she only had $50 left.

"Oh shit!" she said turning to me "Quick. Give me some cash."

"I don't have any more cash." I told her "You spent it on that blouse you're wearing that you just had to have."

She looked panicked "What am I gonna do? I can win this."

"I'll give you my last $25 for the new blouse if it's the one you're wearing now." Greg said.

"Yeah right." she replied "Even if I was willing to stoop to that, it wouldn't cover the price of the blouse or the bet."

"I'll add my last 30" said Bob.

"I've got 55." Tom added.

"I'll make up the difference with $40." Tony said.

"Sorry guys. I'm not gettin topless for you over a $200.00 dollar bet" she said

"It's not $200.00" Mark said "There's just over a $1000.00 in the pot."

Nina was biting her lower lip. I walked up behind her and asked "It's your call honey. Do you really think you can win?'

"I'm pretty sure but, I'm not taking my shirt off for a bunch of your old school buddies."

"You've got a chance at over a $1000.00 just for taking off your blouse in front of these men and throw it on the table with the money. 

You say you've got the winning hand. If you really believe that you can beat him, I'll support your decision.

All you have to do is take off your blouse and put it on the table."

"Enough stalling." Mark said "Either fold or ante up."

Everyone paused. Waiting to see what she would do.

"C'mon guys!" she pleaded "Can't you just lend me the money? I'll pay you back when I win the hand."

"That's it. I call" Mark said.

"No wait! I'll do it. Just give me a few seconds here. It's not like I do this all the time ya know."

Nina slowly reached up towards the collar of the shirt and with her thumb and forefinger undid the top button.

All the guys moved around to stand behind Mark. They wanted a front view of the action.

Nina was blushing and starting to sweat a little. She wasn't sure if they were going to make her go through with it or not.

She undid the 2nd and 3rd buttons and decided that she was going to do it no matter what. 

She didn't know these guys and would probably never see them again after this weekend anyway. 

Still she felt cheap for selling her dignity for such a relatively small amount of money.

After the 4th button was undone, she realized that she would have to stand up to untuck her blouse from her jeans.

She stood up and unsnapped her jeans. She unzipped them about half way and then pulled her shirt out.

Then she quickly zipped up her pants and re-snapped them. "Sorry guys. We're not going there" She said.

As she undid the last 2 buttons Mark said "Let's get this straight. Once your shirt goes on the pile it stays there.

If I win I can either take your shirt or the $200.00 that the guys paid for it, plus the pot.

If I decide to keep it, I Keep It and you walk out of here without it. Up the stairs, past the wives, out to your car and back to your hotel.

If you win, you take the pot and either buy back your shirt or walk out without it."

She turned to me "I can't believe I'm about to do this. Are you sure you'll be alright with me doing this?"

"Only if you win baby" I replied "If you loose, I've got a feeling that he's keeping your shirt not the money."

She looked across the table at the guys and said "You guys are all assholes".

Then she shrugged off her shirt to reveal her bra.

She was wearing a shear black demi-bra. (If you're not sure what that is ask your wife.) It was cut very low, revealing about 1/4 of her aureole which are about an inch and 1/2 across. 

The cup material was so thin and shear that you could clearly see her nipples which stood out like raspberries.

She nonchalantly tosses her blouse on the pile and said "I'll see your bet and I call".

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Mark chimed in "We paid to see tits. What's this bra bullshit?"

"No" I replied "You paid for her to take her shirt off as collateral on her bet. The bra wasn't part of the deal"

"Yeah but you know what we were talking about" Bob whined. 

"Guys, I'm standing here in a damn near crystal clear bra. You're seeing all you're going to see.

I believe I called."

Mark smiled as her showed his cards one at a time. Full house,3 Kings, 2 Jacks. "Now we'll see what money can buy. Take off the bra and I'll give you back your shirt and split the pot with you."

"Well, gee Mark, let me think about it" Then she laid down her card to reveal 3 Aces and 2 Queens.

"I believe that my full house trumps your full house. Now read 'em and weep boys. It's time to stop staring at my tits. I'm cashing out"

As she reached for her blouse Tom blurted out "Wait a second. How about, you Show us your tits for, I dunno, 30 seconds. Then you can take your shirt back, keep the $200.00 on the table that we pitched in. You can have it all."

"Think about it fellas. Not counting Kevin, there's five of you. That's $40.00 each, for me to whip out the girls for you. That's just not gonna do it for me.

Why don't you go upstairs and ask your wives for some cash so you can see some one else's wife show you her tits. I'm sure it will go over well."

With that she shrugged back into her shirt and started buttoning it up. "Maybe next time." She then headed up the stairs to rejoin the other wives. 

I wondered if they would notice that, after spending a half hour in the basement with their husbands that her blouse was no longer tucked in.



Poker Night



Todd's poker night was tonight. Friday at 8:00. Always Friday, so the guys could get good and loud and drunk on scotch and beer, and not worry about work the next day. And as the dutiful girlfriend, I felt obligated to make up a big batch of nachos and rollups to keep them from falling off their chairs. And if they really were too drunk to go home, they could sleep it off on the rug in the living room. That's the bad news.



The good news is that the poker game was at our condo only once every 4 months. And I liked the guys (Dave, Ray, and Terry, Terry being a former boyfriend who introduced me to Todd. That's another story). And once I get the guys settled, I go upstairs to the bedroom, take a leisurely bath, get into bed early, read or watch TV, and fall asleep totally relaxed.

So, tonight Dave and Ray arrived first, followed by Terry. The poker table was already set up, and I got the nachos out of the oven, and served them. They started on the beer and scotch right away, and within 10 minutes, the cards were dealt, and I was on my way upstairs.

I got undressed, sunk into the bubble bath, opened my book, and breathed a big sigh of relief. I could hear the guys laughing and busting each other's balls, and it gave me a good feeling that Todd had maintained his male friends, and, frankly, that I got some time out.

A half hour later, I dried off, wiggled into some panties, put my short nightie over me, got into bed, and pushed the on button on the remote. Five minutes of surfing and I rolled my eyes: 150 channels and absolutely nothing worth watching. I shut it off, and went back to my book.



The noise downstairs got quiet. I figured they were tiring. It was about 10:30. A few minutes later Todd came quietly into the bedroom. That never happened, so it scared me a bit. 

"What's wrong, Todd?" 

He replied, "OK, Linda, don't get mad. Here's what's going on. Terry bet me $100 that you would not come down and play strip poker with us." 

WTF? 

"Are you crazy? No way, buddy. You just lost $100," and I put my nose back in the book.



"Please, Linda, it's not the $100. You know I really like these guys, and you know how I feel about your previous relationship with Terry. So I need you to do this for my self respect with my friends, not for the $100." 

"Todd, why would you get yourself into this? Why didn't you just say, I'm not taking the bet?"

"Because I can't refuse a dare or I would lose face." 

I thought for a minute. I am a poor poker player, but the idea had just a little bit of appeal to me. I found all 3 guys very attractive, and I'd love to see any one of them, including Terry, naked, or at least bare chested. 

I said "Here's the deal. I'll do it on one condition: you have to sit next to me and guide my strategy for drawing cards so I don't end up naked in the first 5 minutes." 

Todd smiled "Thanks, Linda. This means a lot to me. I'll be right at your side."

I got out of bed and pulled my nightie over my head and walked to my dresser to get some clothes on. 

Todd said, sheepishly, "Uh, Oh, Uh, one more thing. You have to play in what you are wearing right now." 

Shit, now what? I put my nightie back on, and said "on the condition that I can put on socks and slippers, so that I have at least a fighting chance." 

Todd said "I'm sure Terry will agree to that."

I put on socks and slippers and Todd and I went downstairs.

At the table, Terry, Dave, and Ray were all smiling. Terry pushed a $100 bill across the table. 

"Well, Todd, you did it. Here's your $100. You won it fair and square." 

Terry turned to me: "As a consideration of the fact that you are a lousy poker player, we have all removed our socks and shoes to make it more fair."

"And," I said, "Todd will be sitting next to me helping me with my poker. That's the deal, take it or leave it." 

Terry stopped smiling, looked at Dave and Ray, and then said to me "That's not fair, but I suppose it further evens the odds, so why not?"

I sat down at Todd's place, and he pulled up another chair next to me. I poured some scotch and downed it in one swallow. Then another. I was going to need fortification if I was going through with this.

I'll skip the next ½ hour of playing except to say that at the end of it, I was minus both slippers and both socks, and Dave, Ray, and Terry were all shirtless, and we were all pretty shitfaced. Ray was down to his boxers, or at least I assume they were boxers, as he didn't stand up when he took his jeans off, he just wiggled out of them. It was funny to see him blush bright red. Todd was fully clothed, as technically, he was not in the game.

Next hand, and Ray had the worst hand. He blushed and said "I gotta pee before I take off my undies." 

We all laughed. He got up. Yep, boxer briefs, and a nice bulge, I might add. He headed for the bathroom, and we just kept on drinking and laughing. When he got back, he sat down, and didn't move. 

I said "well, what are you waiting for?"

He wiggled his bottom, and pulled his briefs down, reached down, brought them up, and dropped them in the middle of the table. 

"EEWWW" I said. 

He laughed, picked them back up, and threw them across the room. They landed on top of the TV.

"Hey, this isn't a barn. Go get those and put them on the floor," I bellowed. 

I didn't think he would, but he actually got up, walked across the room, got the briefs, turned around, and SLOWLY returned to the table, where he sat down and dropped the briefs beside him.

Whoa. This was getting very interesting. Ray had a beautiful body, and gorgeous cock to match. Despite the fact that I was very drunk, I could feel myself getting wet.

Next hand: I was loser. Uh, Oh. Panties or Nightie? I got up, and stood in front of the guys. They probably thought I was going for the nightie, and they were all eyes. I reached under and dropped my panties to the floor. My nightie was very short, but just covered my pussy. I stooped down VERY carefully and picked up the panties. I walked over to Ray, stared into his eyes, dropped the panties on top of his briefs, and sat down.

The level of sexual tension was elevating in the room. Who knows what else was elevating? Next hand: Terry was loser. He got up, unzipped his jeans, and pulled them off. He was wearing tighty whities. No big deal for me, as I'd spent plenty of time with him, both of us naked. He sat back down.

Next hand: I couldn't believe it. I was loser again. Now it was put up or shut up. I got up from the table, backed away so that everyone could see me (I stumbled once, and my nightie came up over my hips. I pulled it back down. WTF?). I stood still, looking from one guy to the next, and abruptly pulled my nightie over my head, and dropped it on the couch. I was now totally naked, facing four hot guys, and wondering what was going to happen. I had an idea.

"Listen, that's it for me, since I have nothing else to remove. You guys keep playing. I'm going to dance." 

Todd jumped up and said "Linda, this has gone too far. Sit down." 

I looked at him and said "No way. You started this. I'm finishing it." 

He sat back down, none too happy. I went over to the stereo and put on Santana Smooth. It's one of the sexiest songs I know..I pushed the repeat button. I looked over at the guys, who were NOT playing poker. They were staring at me wide-eyed. I closed my eyes and began to dance.

I did all the moves I could remember from strip clubs. I raised my arms over my head and swayed them side to side, I swiveled my hips slowly around, I reached for my breasts and massaged them suggestively. I lifted my legs one at a time to the side, so they could clearly see my pussy. I squatted and leaned back on my arms so my cunt was pointing straight at them. I opened my eyes a couple of times, and I surely had their complete attention. I was wet as hell, and I knew that I was dripping into my pubic hair so that they could see it darkening. There was no doubt what was going on.

At one point, I spun, and fell. Dave, the only one with pants still on, leaped up from the table and came over to help me up. I stood in front of him and thanked him. I reached out for his bulge and squeezed. 

"Why don't you take those jeans off?" 

Todd was SO pissed, but losing face was such a big deal to him that he just sat there. Dave unzipped, sat on the couch, pulled his jeans over his legs and off. He stood up with his boxers still on. His hard on was peeking from the front opening. I moved to him and reached inside to grab him. I pulled his hard on out, and began to dance again, with my hand around it. He got the message, and began to dance with me. I never once let go of his cock, and we went into a sort of slow sexy rhythmic movement. I knew he'd like me to do something more than hold him, but I really liked the tease. 

After a minute, I said "OK, Dave, sit down." 

He began to protest, but I simply pointed to his chair, and he sat.

I danced some more by myself. It was so freeing to be naked in front of all these men. I knew how much they were admiring my body, and how much they wanted it. They weren't going to get it, but they didn't know that. I can be cruel.

After I had done every strip move, I put my hand down to my pussy, and began to massage it, lips and clit. I continued to dance as sexily as possible, all the time rubbing myself. I was so horny by this time, and the rubbing was making me thrust out my hips as though having sex right there in front of them. I glanced over and I could see that something was going on under the table with Ray and Dave. Terry just watched bemused. He had seen this before, and frankly, I think part of him felt bad for Todd, who was sitting back from the table and sulking.

"I hope you guys are enjoying yourselves as much as I am." 

No comment, which made me think they were. 

"As you may have guessed, I'm quite aroused. I'd like to finish myself off. Would you all care to watch?" 

No words would leave their lips, so they just nodded in unison.

I backed up toward the couch, and sat down. I spread my legs wide. Santana was still playing in the background. I took one hand and began to caress my thighs. I moved closer and closer to my slit. I could feel the soft hair, wet with juice. I took two fingers and inserted them into my cunt. I began to rub the g-spot. I was breathing heavily now, becoming less aware that I was being watched.

I took my other hand, wet my finger, and began to massage my clit. I was undulating, but I wasn't there yet. 

"Which one of you wants to come and sit on the floor right in front of me?" 

Some hesitation, but Dave got up. He still had a rock hard erection pointing out the front of his boxers, and he came forward, sat on the floor with his legs crossed, looked at my face and then at my genitals. His hard on stood straight up. He wasn't even touching it. The sight just added to my excitement. 

"Hey, Dave" Terry said, "You're blocking the view". 

He moved slightly over so that all could see.



I continued to massage myself as all eyes were glued to me. Except maybe Todd, but I didn't care at that point. I was working myself into a frenzy. I could feel tiny ripples deep inside me. I opened my eyes briefly to see Dave stroking himself. I closed my eyes again. I was moaning now. I slid my ass down so my pussy was actually off the couch, not 2 feet from Dave's face, and I leaned back, my head against the couch pillows. The ripples were growing into convulsions, that were growing into imminent spasms. I rubbed and massaged harder. Waves of pleasure overtook me, and I came with one giant tremor following another. 

I was screaming "yes, yes, yes" the whole time.

I shuddered intensely. I kept rubbing, and a second wave overcame me. I convulsed again, and came even more intensely than the first time. I kept my hands where they were, enjoying the afterglow.

At this point I was spent, and I removed my hands and just lay there, spreadeagled for all to see, wetness dripping on the rug, breathing hard. After a minute I opened my eyes. Dave was still in front of me, eyes glazed, rubbing his cock vigorously. 

I said "don't do that here, Dave. If you need to finish, please go in the bathroom." 

He looked very disappointed, but got up, and hand still on cock, moved off to the back of the house.

I looked at the others. They were stunned and silent. 

"Well, Terry, was this what you really had in mind?" 

He didn't answer, he just smirked.

I got up, shut off the stereo, and picked up my nightie and panties. 

I didn't bother to get dressed, and said "I'm going upstairs to bed. Todd, you and the guys clean up. Oh, and Todd, don't bother coming upstairs. You can sleep on the couch tonight."

I turned, wiggled my ass, and ascended the stairs. I fell on the bed and was asleep in about 20 seconds.



Poker Night



All characters in the following fictional work are original creations. Any resemblance to real persons – either living or deceased – is unintentional on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted in the narrative all characters are written as being eighteen years of age. The narrative contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between consenting parties and is not intended for minors.

-Thank You





Heather despised Friday nights. It was the one day of the week when her mother excused herself to go out with her friends – several of whom she was fucking – and her brother had his idiot fraternity brothers over for a poker game. These games normally lasted well into the wee hours of the morning and kept her awake until she passed out from exhaustion. She had a feeling that tonight was not going to prove any different. She had already told Fisher goodnight and sent him home. Their date had been the usual bullshit. A bag of cheap fast food and then parking at The Point while he tried to tease an orgasm out of her with his puny pecker! Tonight she had sucked him off so he would quit whining at her, but doing that had only stirred something deeper inside of her. She couldn't really recall the last time that she had gotten enough cock to satisfy herself. No sooner had that thought come to the fore than the sound of a loud fart – and even louder laughter – carried to her from the family room downstairs. Maybe it was time that she took a more active interest in her brother and his social circle after all? After a quick clothing change Heather was closing her bedroom door and heading to the main floor of the house . . . 

 Tony swore a blue streak as he crapped out on his third straight hand. That meant he was down another ten dollars and it was getting harder and harder to cover his debts with his frat brothers. It was bad enough then that he had an entire house filled with assholes, but they were taking his money as well! Anton asked to use the head and Pete excused himself to grab another round of brews. At least the beer was cold and there was plenty of it. Maybe they would all get drunk tonight and forget how deep he was into each of them? If not, it was going to be another month of earning his keep around 'The House' by washing their clothes, doing their homework, and being their bitch as he took their girls to every fucking, idiotic, chick-flick and estrogen-fest that they could find within ten miles of the college campus.

"Mind if I sit in?" Came the cautious voice of his kid-sister, cutting into Tony's brooding and lightening his dark mood.

"Sure thing. You ever played before?" He asked her.

"Not for money." Heather confessed, as her cheeks flushed pink and she shifted nervously in the doorway.

"What do you mean, not for money?" He risked asking. Afraid of the answer he was going to hear.

"Only for clothes a couple of times. Oh, and then there was my first game where I bet my virginity – and lost!" Heather smiled at the shocked look on Tony's face. He had always suspected that she wasn't a virgin anymore, but hearing it right out of her own mouth came as something of a surprise.

 Tony waved her into the room and gave her a five minute run-down on five card draw and Texas Hold 'em, the two variations of poker that they always played during these sessions. No sooner was he winding up her tutorial than the guys started drifting back into the room and taking up their seats. Anton flopped into his seat and bitched about flowery shit being in the crapper – and the fact that he had clogged the toilet. Pete turned up with two more twelve packs from the bar down the hall. Without even asking he popped a brew and handed it to Heather. Tony was about to start bitching her out, but she tilted back her head and slammed the damn thing like a pro. Who would have suspected that his sister could drink beer like a pro? Eric and Mike had stayed in the room as Tony had given Heather the rundown. Keeping their mouths shut and their eyes riveted on how well her shirt was filled out by her tits!

Good, thought Heather as her brother read her in on the rules they were playing under. Her panties were sopping wet just from entertaining the notion of what she wanted to do and she was having a hard time not sliding a hand down the front of her denim shorts to rub one off right in front of everyone sitting around her. She was only happy that everyone here – except her – had a swinging dick. If any of these guy's girlfriends had been sitting in it might have been a little awkward. Not that she hadn't experimented with eating pussy before. Just when given a choice she much preferred cock to cunt any day of the week!

 Tony had just dealt five cards to everyone and they were passing chips into the center of table while talking shit to each other and drinking more beers. Anton had fished inside a jacket on the back of his chair and passed around cigars as well. Before the discard phase the entire room was filling with thick smoke. Heather puffed on her stogie with practiced ease and watched as the older guys sitting around here were conflicted. They were having a hard time keeping their eyes on their cards and off of her chest. It was one of the quiet ones then that broke the silence with a rather pointed question.

"What else do you smoke as well as that cigar, Heather?" Asked the one named Eric.

"Hey asshole, that is my sister your talking to like that!" Interjected Tony even as she was raising her hand to back him down. Heather took a long drag on the cigar and downed her beer before answering.

"I would say something like my fair share of swinging cocks, but since there aren't any of those sitting around the table . . ." Her dismissal of Eric earned her a couple of knuckle bumps and one high-five.

 Eric ended up taking the hand and the pot amid'st everyone swearing, drinking more beers, and looking at Heather as she put down her cards in disgust! Not one to allow a winning hand to slip past without some well-deserved gloating, Eric smiled up at her from where he was counting his chips, and flipped her a casual bird. Her hand shot out faster than Eric could react and he almost fell out of his chair in surprise when Heather popped that digit into her mouth and nursed it like she was sucking a hard dick! Everyone else around the table cheered with the exception of Tony who was as dumbstruck as Eric by watching his kid-sister simulating giving head on the hand of one of his friends.

"Tell you what guys." Heather said as her mouth made a wet popping noise as she released Eric's finger. "My limp-dick boyfriend couldn't get me off tonight so I actually joined your game looking for a little more action than just some plastic chips and the bullshit the lot of you have been sending around the table. Every hand I lose for the rest of the evening is going to get the winner a treat. Every hand I win from now on means that you assholes owe me something. Sound good to you?" 

Her disarming smile, coupled with the way she leaned forward and showed everyone sitting around the table her cleavage, was all the convincing that everyone but Tony needed and it was the fastest deal that had been made all night as the cards flew around the table . . .

Heather was feeling a little better now. During the last half-dozen hands she had lost four of them, much to the delight of the other players! Her losses, thus far, amounted to a strip tease/lap dance for Anton, a hand job for Mike and one for Pete as well. Throughout all of that she had kept her sodden panties on and had allowed the guys to feel her up through them and to maul her tits with their eager hands. Her slit was weeping into the chair and her thighs were sticky with her own juice even as Tony continued to throw her looks of absolute shock and horror! Heather's only disappointment thus far was that none of them had scored a high enough hand to earn their way into her panties! Her body was aching for a hard dick – or two – and from the way the hands on the clock were running it was not going to be much longer before 'Mom' came toddling in the front door . . .

 Heather's low pair did nothing for her as Mike put down a flush. Licking his lips he was remembering the hand job that Heather had given him for a three-of-a-kind and was beginning to wonder how much better it could possibly get? Standing up from her chair she threw her cards into the center of the table and swung her hips as she walked around to where he was sitting. When she came to a stop she bent over at the waist – leaving Pete looking at her shapely ass – and reached into his lap! In a matter of a few more seconds the fly of his boxers was open again and she had pulled out his hardening cock! With practiced ease Heather dropped to her knees and engulfed him in a single fluid motion! 

 Her lips tightened around his shaft and her darting tongue teased the swelling head of his cock. While her right hand stroked him to a hardness he had never encountered before, her left hand had vanished inside his jeans to take a hold on his balls. Rolling them in her hand and tugging on them gently. She grazed the underside of his shaft, gently, with her teeth and at that point Mike felt another load of his cum boiling in his balls! Heather's head bobbed in short strokes and her hands never quit moving on him. She was only a moment or two longer before Mike's eyes rolled back in his skull and the very last thing on his mind was the winning hand of cards he had just been holding! Heather kept him inside of her mouth as his cum shot into her, the sweetest smile on her face and a dreamy look in her eyes. 

 Drinking down every sweet drop of cum he gave her and savoring it, Heather was in heaven! Whatever this guy was eating it made his junk taste so much better than Fisher's. It was tart with a sweet finish and she found that she enjoyed drinking him down! Of course nobody had done anything except watch as she had done that. Except Pete of course. While everyone had their eyes on her busy mouth and hands, Pete had been busily fingering her snatch and the tender pucker of her asshole! She had been getting so into that she had damn near cum herself. Standing up to return to her seat she became very aware of the loss as he was forced to move his hand away from her crotch so she could move. In walking past her brother, Heather paused, placed two fingers into the elastic band at the top of her panties and casually stepped out of them! Every red-blooded guy around the table gave a whoop of joy too as she cast them into the pot with the chips for the next hand.

"Next winner gets the grand prize!" She teased. Flashing a smile to Tony and taking note that he was now doing his level best to sit in such a way that his friends wouldn't take note of the swelling in the crotch of his own jeans.

Fuck! Two hands gone and she had won them both! Heather was horny and sitting naked around a poker table with a bunch of college guys and none of them could close the deal with her! Of course her wins had not been without their benefit. Anton had displayed some measure of skill when it came to eating pussy. Though she had taken more pleasure from the two fingers he had used on her. One buried completely inside of her cunt, the other had made a rare entrance into her asshole! He had teased her to the point of orgasm before 'suddenly' remembering that his beer was getting warm and returning to his seat. Eric, for all his bluster, had decided to use her win as an excuse to whip it out before fucking her tits until he showered her upper chest and chin with his spunk! Through all of this the other guys sitting around had looked on. Heather might have been mistaken but she could have sworn she saw more than one hand grabbing at a cock as her show carried on to its inevitable climax. She was not at all displeased to note that Tony was even starting to cheer on some of the action. The swelling in his pants was definitely worth investigating . . . 

 Two aces looked up at her and she had just tossed two more cards to re-draw. When they both came back as Queens Heather wanted to cry with joy! A goddamn full house! Just in an attempt to keep things interesting though she raised the pot two more times and bluffed out Pete, Mike, and Eric, leaving only Anton and Tony sitting across the table from her holding their cards. Well, Tony was holding his cards and another beer. Anton, his cards in one hand, his stiff dick in the other. Heather had to admit that it was an impressive specimen too. Five inches, maybe six, as it was now, with a bulbous head and a shaft easily as thick as Anton's wrist! Her pussy tightened and twitched just thinking about it and the leather seat under her ass was already sticky from her building excitement!

"Fine." Anton said as he matched her ten dollar bet and then tossed a three-of-a-kind on the table."

"Dammit!" Tony tossed down a pair and then sank down into his chair in disgust.

Heather took one more look at her cards and then placed them face down on the table, faking a frown of disappointment. Anton whooped and then motioned for her to come around the table and join him. Despite not getting in on the action that was coming the other guys encouraged Heather too. 

 Standing up she lightly brushed her fingers through her damp pubic hair and over her mound, passing them to the top of her slit and then easing the lips of her pussy apart so that everyone sitting around the table could see her pink inner lips and the glistening wetness that had already been raised there! Just her own touch made Heather squirm and she could not wait for Anton's cock. With just a half dozen long strides she was around the table and standing in front of him. The winner said nothing before burying his nose in her dew soaked pubic hair and breathing in her musk! He kicked back his chair as he stood up and dropped his shorts to the ground. Heather was not surprised to learn that he had not been wearing any briefs or boxers to begin with. Eric had stood as well and kicked off his jeans and briefs and was now nursing a hard – albeit thin – cock as well with his right hand. Pete and Mike took their cues from the other two and though they remained sitting their cocks came out as well. All of them were hard and all of them were ready! Heather winked at Tony and mouthed an 'okay' to him even as she was allowing Anton to bend her over the back of the chair in front of her!

She had squirmed when Anton had slipped up behind her and used one of his legs to push her own apart. His low whistle of appreciation of what he saw warmed her insides and caused her pussy to tighten up in anticipation of just what was coming! Anton was already rock hard so Heather hurried him along by reaching underneath herself and between her own legs to lightly encircle his shaft in her own small, warm, hand. She knew the angle already and guided the head of his cock to her weeping slit, lodging that bulbous beauty against the opening of her tunnel and then moving her hips up and down – encouraging him to bury himself inside of her. . . 

 Tony shifted in his own seat. Uncomfortable in what he was seeing, and from the throbbing hard on tonight had given him. Anton now had Heather bent over the chair and was beginning to feed his dick into her yearning cunt! His little sister was definitely hot, with a nice, well-rounded, ass, flat stomach, nice tits and a pussy covered in a strawberry blond thatch! A color that had always turned him on. Her green eyes were electric as her mouth hung open in a silent 'Oh' as Anton pressed home and his balls tapped her swollen clit! Tony listened as she grunted with each sharp thrust of Anton's hips and from where he was sitting he had ring side seats as that thick shaft opened her up. Tony knew his mind had drifted to a wrong place when he found his own pants down around his ankles and he began wondering how nice that tight little box might feel if it was him inside of her?

 Heather groaned the first time those ponderous balls tapped against her hot and swollen clitoris! Her body screamed with waves of pleasure as Anton took her and buried that magnificent specimen of his completely inside of her in a single, senses-shattering, thrust. She was aware that the only noises she was making were guttural and animalistic as she was ridden hard, her slit weeping around the welcome intrusion and that 'hurts so good' feeling welled up inside of her and started her cunt building toward an orgasm! His hands had her hooked under her pelvis and as he was pounding into her she was rising to meet each thrust in an attempt to take every inch of cock inside of her that she could. Her head was hanging down because of the angle of her body so she was only vaguely aware of someone else trying to crash the party as their shadow passed in front of her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Came Tony's voice from somewhere off and behind her. Heather hoped he was enjoying the show.

"She has more than one hole, doesn't she?" Asked Eric. Heather had never taken more than one cock at a time, but she was so turned on by what she was doing tonight that her inhibitions were completely gone and her lust made the idea of multiple partners seem very appealing to her.

God, yes please! Her mind and body screamed together in unison even as Anton continued fucking her like she had never been fucked before and the debate continued on around her as though she were just another piece of the furniture. A piece that had every hole that these guys wanted to fill, she had to admit that, and it was something she now found herself desperately wanting!

"That's my sister you want to treat like a piece of fucking meat, ass-wipe!" Tony was getting pissed but remained seated. "You could at least ask her before you go waving your pathetic cock in her face like she was some porn whore?"

"Mmm...oh...oh...oh!" Heather grunted in time with Anton's surging cock, her own pussy tightening up and it swelled and touched every inch of her grasping channel! "Yes!" She groaned. She braced her hands on the back of the chair, lifting her head against the crashing waves of pleasure assaulting her brain and looked at Eric through the tears of sheer pleasure that Anton was fucking out of her! He had been standing with one leg raised in the chair and was absently rolling his own balls with one hand while he stroked himself with the other. 

 It was on one of Anton's outward stokes that Heather reached forward, grabbed Eric's dick, and opened her mouth. She slipped him between her lips and allowed him to rest on her tongue as Anton sank back inside of her! As Anton began slipping back out of her, Heather slipped her head forward, swallowing Eric to his root and burying her nose in the carrot-orange colored pubic hair resting atop his shaft and growing over his balls. The sudden addition of a warm, salty, cock in her mouth caused her swelling orgasm to swing into over-drive and she clamped her pussy down on Anton – trapping him inside of her – even as Eric gently began fucking her mouth! Heather kept still and tightened her lips around that shaft. He was smaller than Anton – thank God – so taking him like this and allowing him to use her was not a stretch for her. Now, with two dicks pleasing her those diffuse waves of mounting pleasure exploded through her. Spurred on by her wanton behavior, her orgasm ripped through her a few second ahead of Anton going balls-deep inside of her and Heather became, only marginally, aware as he showered her canal and womb in a large load of cum! Eric had to be premature because even as the first squirt from Anton was coating the inside of her wanton little pussy the over-eager shit swelled against her tongue and lips and squirted his thin, sour-tasting, load into her mouth!

 Heather swam back to full awareness, feeling an unwelcome emptiness between her legs and holding Eric in her mouth so that she could push his cum back onto his cock and stomach! Only once she had done that did she allow his rapidly deflating member to slip from between her lips so that she could hang, exhausted, over the chair that had just been so vigorously used. She could feel Anton's load weeping out of her and only wanted to grab a napkin to finish wiping the taste of Eric out of her mouth. She settled for accepting the beer that Pete passed her, and with shaking hands, downed it with thankful gulps. Moving around she sank down into the chair and felt the welcome soreness of real sex beginning to blossom between her legs. Still, she was a little amazed that she was not yet completely satiated. Lucky for her there were still three hard cocks around the table. One of which she was saving a special treat for. One that Heather was certain he would not be able to refuse.




Poker Night



Jesus Christ! Thought Tony as he watched his sister getting filled at either end! His hand had been rubbing his own swollen cock during most of that little show and he had liked watching Anton's spunk leaking out of her swollen, red, gapping snatch after he had pulled out of her. The look of sour disgust on Eric's face as he continued cleaning himself off was just an added bonus. It gave pay to the rumors that he couldn't please a girl because he was only good for a couple of strokes before blowing his load! Now Heather was sitting, spread-legged, in Anton's former chair and allowing herself to recover. His eyes never left her pussy until her eyes came open and he was forced to look away. 

"Mmm!" She moaned and stretched. Scattering a few chips and the cards as she kicked her muscular young legs up onto the table and absently rubbed at her swollen and, now sticky, snatch. "Thank you Anton." Heather said with a small wave of her hand. "I still see some of you have hard cocks so give me a minute to recover and clean myself up." With that she stood up and gathered her discarded clothing before walking out of the room.

The upstairs bathroom door closed and the lock clicked behind her as Heather sat down on the toilet seat and used a baby wipe to clean the last of Anton's load from the opening to her pussy and then cleaned away the residue from the both of them that had turned her inner thighs into something that must feel like the floor of a New York City taxi cab. She had ducked into her bedroom for a minute to grab something that she had been saving for her upcoming anniversary with Fisher – not that he was going to get to see her in it now – and once she was cleaned up pulled it together before brushing her teeth and heading back down to the party.

 Anton was dozing on one of the large couches in the living room now. His deflated cock dangling between his spread legs. Heather petted in lightly as she passed him and he groaned and shifted in his sleep. Coming back into the game room she saw, with relief that Eric had put back on all of his clothes. As she was planning on heating things up again Heather did not want to think about taking anything that shit ball had to offer. He had been just plain nasty and she found herself feeling immediately sorry for any girl that ended up with him. All eyes immediately swung to her as she made her grand entrance and more than one jaw dropped as she opened the sheer dressing gown to show the boys exactly what it was that she was wearing.

 Irish green stockings, the exact shade of her eyes, wrapped her legs and were secured by thin garter belts above the low-cut top of a matching pair of crotch-less panties. Heather had parted the seam in the middle so that her pussy was visible. Her breasts were held up by the last matching piece of lingerie. A low cupping bra that barely covered her erect nipples! Pete and Mike both gave her low whistles and applauded her entrance even as Eric brushed past her with some lame-ass comment about needing some fresh air. Tony said nothing. The look in his eyes told her everything that she needed to know and she was glad for the last item she was making use of. Something none of them had seen yet and that was adding just a little extra roll in her hips as she finished crossing the room.

 Just when Tony thought that Heather could not possibly turn up the heat in the room she managed it! He could feel cum bubbling in his balls just watching her as she crossed the room and his cock twitched in his lap. Pete and Mike stood up and helped her sit down on the edge of the table. Pete stripped off the last vestiges of his clothing. Giving her something to appreciate in his rock hard abs, and toned arms and legs. His hard on was rising, uncircumcised, from a brunette thatch of pubic hair. Mike took his cue from Pete and was soon standing beside his sister, a curving, rock-hard, cock begging for her attentions. He was the only one of them that was shaved and Tony knew that it was because he paid his own way through college as a male stripper on the weekends.

 Heather relaxed and leaned back on the table even as she stroked both Mike and Pete until they were more than ready to take her. The warm cocks in her hand made her remember Pete's fingers playing with her as she had sucked off Mike earlier in the evening. She was only happy to see that they were both recovered sufficiently from her earlier attentions to be of some use to her now. Pete was absentmindedly playing with the lips of her pussy as they peeked through the split material of her panties. Mike had taken the plunge and was slipping one wet finger into her snatch and testing the waters, so to speak. Heather made appreciative noises to their efforts but it wasn't foreplay that she wanted right now! Her pussy was aching for something larger than just a finger and Mike's curving cock was looking as though it would fit her dance card just right! Sitting up she spread her legs and pulled Mike between them.

"Leave the panties on Sport." She whispered as she aimed his cock at her opening by way of granting him permission!

 Flat on her back with Mike sliding his angled member inside of her, Heather was in heaven! She groaned then as the tip of that dick touched and teased the area of her g-spot as it settled inside of her. Her own fingers had found the sensitive and still swollen bud of her clitoris and she had encouraged Pete not to wander off. He was settling with sitting on the sidelines and stroking himself as his friend plowed into her, his anxious and waiting cock twitching in his hand as he did so. She moaned deep in her throat every time that Mike pushed into her, as well as on his outward strokes! The curving angle of his penis touched her g-spot going in – and coming out – but it also stimulated her opening. Her own fingers were seeing to the needs of her clitoris and between the two of them they had found a rhythm that worked for them. Missionary also allowed both of them the pleasing visual of watching. Heather had always liked looking on as a dick vanished inside of her. She also knew that guys liked watching the same thing as a girl surrendered herself to them.

 Tony looked on and could no longer deny himself. Should the opportunity present itself to him tonight he was fairly certain that he would be only too willing to fuck his sister! He had gone ahead and stripped off his few remaining clothes as well. The others probably thought he was just going to have a good go at getting himself off, but his own arousal was pretty much demanding something warm and wet at this point. His only real concern was that she was his sister and that he had not come home looking to get laid. All of his rubbers were back in his room in the fraternity house! With her admissions and behaviors tonight, Tony could only hope that Heather was on the pill. Barring that, she must be smart enough to do this kind of thing nowhere near her monthly cycle for fear of getting pregnant. He returned his attentions to Mike and resumed watching his frat brother fuck his sister on the poker table, and wishing that both he and Pete would be quick about it so that he might sneak in without being noticed!

 Mike cried out and stiffened even as he thrust himself deep inside of her! Heather had already cum again. A diffuse and weaker orgasm than the one she had enjoyed when Anton and Eric were both fucking her, but she had at least gotten off and was feeling better for having done so. Her pussy grasped in vain at Mike's shrinking member. Trying to keep it inside of her, but to no avail. Her third orgasm had been building as he spilled inside of her but it was not enough to send her over.

"Want me to clean up again?" She asked Pete as she raised herself onto her elbows and looked over at him.

"Not unless you want too." He said with a smile. "I don't mind seconds."

 Pete sat down in the chair in front of Heather and then motioned that she should sit in his lap. She slipped off of the table and straddled him, angling her pelvis for some 'cow-girl' fucking! Pete, as it turned out, was longer than Mike and ramrod straight. She had a hard time taking him at his chosen angle but managed three quarters of him before he bottomed out inside of her. The swollen and mushrooming head of that marvelous hard on pressing against her cervix brought tears of mingled pleasure and pain to her eyes and cheeks but that was not going to stop Heather. Still, she made slow and deliberate motions as she rode him. Each thrust inside of her bringing her closer to that third orgasm! In just a few seconds she had let her eyes drift shut and was bucking with practiced ease as Pete kissed and sucked on each of her tits and his fingers tapped her clitoris in time to those glorious thrusts.

"Oh...Oh...Oh...Mmm!" Heather moaned as her head hung slack over her shoulders and her dancing pussy took Pete in. "More." She grunted and suddenly stood up off of him. "On the table!" Heather instructed and pulled him out of the chair only to then push him down into a prone position.

"More!" She said again, lost in her own lusts again, as she looked at both Mike and her brother. "I do have more than one hole here!" She cried out even as she straddled Pete again and buried him back inside of her in one deft thrust.

 Mike crawled up on the table and offered Heather his reinvigorated penis. She was only too happy in opening her mouth and taking him in that way! With every upward stoke of her pussy she would lean forward and swallow Mike's cock. As she sat back down onto Pete he would slip out, leaving just the head between her puckered lips! She did this for several moments before looking at Tony out of the corner of her eye and jiggling her ass in invitation. She wanted him, but did not think that he was up to coming in her cunt. At least letting him take her anal cherry would give him a place to shoot that neither of them needed to worry about. Besides, she thought as the pleasure building inside of her threatened to sweep her away into another orgasm, she had already done two cocks at once, why not a third that would shatter the last mystery remaining in her sexual education? Heather had a hard time not smiling when Tony took the hint and stood up out of his chair.

 Tony helped his bucking sister out of the dressing gown she had worn into the room and was shocked to realize that she had prepared for this by inserting a small dildo into her ass! It was set in a base – therefore there was no chance of it slipping into her and getting stuck – but where in the hell had she found something like that, he wondered? She had also greased it before sliding it inside so that way it slipped out easily enough. Making only a slight sucking noise before showing him the open and inviting hole that had not been filled before now! His dick was so damn hard now that it was almost painful and he looked over Heather's back at Mike as she continued nursing on his cock!

"Don't look at me man." Mike said. Before returning his full attention to allowing Heather to suck his dick.

 Heather stopped moving and held Pete inside of her as she felt the added pressure of Tony moving up behind her. Thankfully the height of the table was perfect, as was the angle of her ass. The lube she had stolen from their mother's nightstand should be enough for this, she thought. Or at least enough to get things started. If it was not, her pussy was more than wet enough to spread around! She sensed more than felt the head of her brother's cock at the puckered font of her asshole and took in a breath around Mike's hard on. Both of the other guys had stopped and were helping to hold her still as her last remaining threshold was crossed!

 The pain of being so completely filled was sudden and intense! Almost enough to cancel out the pleasure of that exact same feeling! Heather's mouth had fallen open, and Mike had almost slipped out of her, before she recovered herself and quickly became accustomed to having every one of her holes filled at once. This was something not only worth getting used to, but worth experimenting with again and again! Tears ran down Heather's cheeks even as Tony sank into her ass until she felt his balls touching that thing stretch of skin and cartilage between her yawning cunt and her grasping ass. Pete was making smaller thrusts into her – because she was still not moving on him – and she was doing her best to relax while allowing Mike to take over and fuck her mouth. Tony was the only one moving and with each delicious intrusion of his cock into her backdoor Heather could feel the pain dulling and being replaced by only the moist intense pleasure she had ever felt!

 Tony could feel Pete through the thin membrane separating Heather's ass from the channel of her pussy! On top of that he could feel every convulsion of her cunt as she gripped at Pete's thrusting member! Her tight and warm – formerly virgin – ass was welcoming him and it was the best feeling he had ever had! He was balls deep in his sister too and the visuals he was enjoying were intense. She was held on top of one of his friends while another was fucking her mouth and now she had taken him into her ass. . . The previous action he had seen tonight thanks to her meant that he was not going to last long at all. His cock was already surging into her of its own accord and his balls were tightening against him, preparing to shower her tender butthole with a load of cum! One that promised to be larger than anything he had ever gotten off before. . . 

"I'm going to cum!" Pete groaned even as he pushed as much as himself into Heather as he could and she cried out at his sudden intrusion!

"Uh...uh...uh! Oh Shit!" Mike gasped as he too spilled into her warm and welcoming mouth. Cum swelled out of her mouth and mingled in the stubble of his shaved patch as Heather struggled with drinking him down!

 Tony said nothing though as his own orgasm swept through him and his little sister accepted the first load of his spunk into her ass! His cock twitched and danced inside of that snug tunnel and spewed for what had to feel like forever! Heather groaned her own release and the three men inside of her held her as she cascaded into orgasm and collapsed across Pete moaning and bucking her hips against the double penetration she was now milking! As they each finished their respective climaxes and slipped out of her, Heather was left prone, open and gaping, across the poker table. Tony had collapsed into a chair and kept an eye on his sister as she was swept away by her orgasm. After a few minutes her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him.

"Thank you." Whispered Heather before she collapsed back into complete unconsciousness and post-coital bliss.

She awoke the following day – late in the morning – in her own bed and wearing both proper panties and clean pajamas! Every inch of her ached but Heather would not have traded the experience for the world. Tony looked in on her after she had started to stir and handed her a roll of bills wrapped in a rubber band. He said that all the guys knew that she had thrown her last hand and therefore felt that the pot belonged to her. They also wanted to invite her to their next poker night as well. She had smiled at him and asked if he had enjoyed her? His affirmation was all the reward that she needed, but she still wasn't giving back the six hundred dollars she was holding in her hand. This was going to be seed money for an enterprise that had come to mind last night. After sending off a terse text message to Fisher telling him to fuck off and that they were through, Heather found herself dwelling on next Friday and, this time, Poker Night wasn't sounding so bad. . .

The End

All of my stories are open to comments and being rated. I wrote this piece as a stand-alone work of fiction. If you have enjoyed reading this work and would like to see the story progress please let me know and I will be only too happy to continue writing about Heather and finding out where her journey of sexual discovery leads her. I would take this time to thank you for reading my work and, as I said, and critique – positive or otherwise – is always welcome.

-The Author