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Game People Play

By: Ashson



Games People Play : The Start.

They were all of age and all still virgins. The girls were virginal, that is. The selected men were also all of age but the girls had not actually inquired as to their virginal status, as they didn't really think it relevant to what they had planned. A little quiet negotiation had been going on for a while. The four girls wanted to lose their virginity, but didn't want to find themselves the subject of gossip and speculation after the event.

They had all eventually agreed on the men they would invite to their little party, the men had been carefully sounded out and everyone had agreed to rules of behaviour, but with the intention of the girls losing their virginity firmly established. Just how this would be accomplished would be a matter of conjecture and decisions made at the time.

There was a long weekend coming up and Sandi's parents were going away on a camping trip, (if you could call using that luxurious motor home camping) and had agreed that Sandi could have some friends stay and keep her company.

The girls all arrived Friday night, getting little sleep as they discussed what was going to happen. Would any of them chicken out at the last moment? After what seemed like a never-ending night, Saturday morning arrived and the girls started to prepare for their little party.

One thing they had all agreed on between themselves was that they would all wear matching, sexy lacy underwear, with tops and skirts or shorts that could be removed relatively easily. They did not want to find themselves in a position of trying to hold off a naked, horny man while they were trying to get out of skin tight jeans.

The boys had been told not to come before 9:00 am, and the girls assumed that they would show up at various times during the morning, this being an obvious sign of the girls sexual inexperience. With expectations of having a ball the men turned up in a group right on the stroke of 9:00.

After everyone was in and they had all had a drink to calm their nerves and help them to relax a little Sandi tentatively suggested that they might want to pair up and retire to the bedrooms. There was a mutter of nervous agreement from the other girls and three of men gave the idea the nod.

There's always someone who has to be different. This time it was Carl.

"Hold on," Carl murmured. "I have a few ideas I want to put before the group."

"Meaning what?" inquired Paul.

"Let's have some real fun with this as well as the sex. We'll play some sex games, and the winners (or losers, depending on the game) get to have sex, while the others watch. And we'll have a basic rule that whenever anyone has sex they have to use a position that hasn't already been tried."

This suggestion let to some discussion. The boys were enthusiastic, the girls weren't quite so sure. This wasn't going the way they had envisaged. Still, they decided, in for a penny, in for a pound. They would get an idea of what to do by watching the first winners at work, and all four prayed fervently that they wouldn't be the first loser/winner.

"Game 1 will be quite simple," said Carl. "The girls will split into two pairs and play one round of rock, paper and scissors. The two losers will then play each other with the losing girl being our first lucky 'winner'. Then I'll explain how she chooses her partner."

It didn't take long for Denise to find herself standing alone, with the other girls laughing at her.

"OK," said Carl. "We are now going to blindfold Denise. I just happen to have some blindfolds with me. Isn't that a happy coincidence. Once Denise is blindfolded everyone will scatter around the room and Denise has got to find them. Whenever she finds someone, that person will remove one item of clothing from her. Both shoes count as a single item. Panties and bra are to be left to last, strippers choice otherwise. Once she is naked she has to continue trying to find people. The first boy she finds once fully stripped gets to have sex with her, but she is not allowed to remove the blindfold until afterwards."

Denise felt as though she was going to faint as the blindfold went on, but bit her lip and started to grope her way around. It seemed she had barely taken a step when her hand touched someone. She heard a laugh (that was Suzy, she just knew it) and a pair of hands reached out unzipped her skirt and lowered it. "Damn you, Suzy. Couldn't you have started with my shoes?" she thought. Another step, and another touch. Were they all clustered around her? She felt two large hands close around her waist and then run smoothly down her legs to remove her sandals. "Thank you. A gentleman." She mused. Another step. Another. Groping around with arms outstretched. A touch, and hands were lifting her t-shirt up and over her head. "God help me. Bra or panties next. Soon I'll be naked and then... Oh, god. I'm getting wet just thinking about it." 

Denise stepped out in a different direction and bumped into another girl. "Please, take the bra. Take the bra. That's you Sandi. I can smell your perfume. Please take the bra." She felt her panties being slowly slipped down to the sound of a musical little laugh. "Oh, you bitch, Sandi. You knew I'd want my panties as long as possible. Can the boys see my vagina? Of course they can. It feels as though it's swelling and standing out. How can I be feeling so hot when I'm nearly naked?" 

Denise backed up, and promptly bumped into someone behind her. Two hands closed around her waist to steady her. Two very large hands that slid slowly up her back to her bra and flicked open the clasp. Not content with just lifting the bra off, the hands then slid around her, under the bra, gently cupping her breasts before lifting the bra up and off.

"Who was that?" she wondered. "He didn't need to touch my boobs. They feel tight. I bet my nipples are sticking out. And everyone can see. Everything is on display. Next touch and I get fucked. I am in so much trouble here. Can I stop? I could I suppose but do I want to? I don't think I do. Let's find the lucky chap." Denise stepped forward with a bit more confidence, reaching for someone, anyone, found an arm and grabbed it. 

"Sorry, Denise. I have the wrong equipments" said Michelle. "Try again." 

"Damn it! I'm ready. Where are those men?" Feeling around and bingo! "This arm doesn't belong to one of the girls," she gloated. 

She reached up to take off the blindfold, but a hand reached up and stopped her. Sandi called to her, "The blindfold has to stay on until after you've been screwed remember."

"What now?" she thought nervously. "How do I know who's doing what to me?"

"I'm going to lose my virginity to someone unknown while my friends watch?" she thought incredulously. All she could do was wait.

But not for long. Hands took her hands and gently pushed them behind her back, where they were held firmly in one hand. The mans other hand gently cupped her face, then moved in a slow and sensuous sweep, down over her breasts, crossing from one to the other and gently rolling her nipples between his fingers. Further down til it was rubbing her mound, gently palpitating it. Denise realised that she was wet and panting lightly. What he was doing felt good. Other boys had touched her, but not while she was naked with the knowledge that she would shortly be well and truly fucked. The man, this unknown friend, lightly kissed her, then his lips followed the same path his hand had, settling on her breasts, suckling and gently biting. He'd released her hands now and she found her hands clutching him trying to hold him to her. In vain. His mouth drifted away from her breasts and travelled further down. "What was he doing? He wasn't going to kiss her down there, was he?" It appeared that the answer was yes, as he gently pushed her back against something soft and edged her legs apart so that his tongue could move between her thighs and flick back and forth across her virginal lower lips. Fingers gently eased her lips apart and she gasped as his tongue slipped inside her, licking and caressing her sensitive insides.

His tongue moved away, but his fingers remained, gently stroking, pushing into her, rubbing and caressing. He started kissing her again and while doing that, the hand that was not inducing all those warm and wonderful sensations took her hand and gently placed it against... "What is that? That's his penis! What am I supposed to do with it? Am I supposed to hold it." She reluctantly closed her hand around the rampant cock. "It feels odd. It's hot and it's hard but it's also soft. And how am I supposed to close my hand around something this size? I'd need to use both hands to get around it. How big do these things grow? What am I supposed to do with it?" Her hand moved slowly up and down the cock, following instincts that have been around for ever. "It's twitching," She thought. I can feel his pulse beating through it. He's going to put this thing inside me. I want it now, but I'm scared. What are the other girls thinking? Are they wishing that it was them or are they thinking they'd like to back out now. I can hear them giggling. And I'm quite sure I can hear them breathing hard too. They're getting as excited as me and no-one has even touched their pussies yet. I'm going to enjoy watching them get nailed."

Her hand was suddenly removed from the cock, and she felt a knee between her legs, edging her legs further apart. Then the hand that had never stopped playing with her was moving her lips apart and she felt the head of that massive member moving between her lips and into her vagina. The hand that was holding her lips apart withdrew and she felt herself closing upon the invader, clamping down and holding it in place.

"It's time" she thought. "Too late to change my mind. It's coming in. Why so slowly? I'm going to come before you're even in me at this rate."

Slowly but surely the trespasser moved into her, easing forward until it butted against her virginity. Then it edged back again. 

"No! Don't stop," she whispered, and was answered with a laugh as the cock came hurrying back, breaking through her hymen and rendering her virginity a thing of the past. She gave a small cry of pain as her cherry broke and was gone, but the pain was lost as she felt the intruder moving ever deeper into her, stimulating sensations she didn't recognise but wanted to know. Denise felt a current surging within her and was very quickly riding it higher and higher as this staff of life seemed to expand within her, surging back and forth and encouraging her to move with it. She no longer thought of the other girls looking on in anticipation of their own deflowering. She had no thought for the other men standing around, watching her getting royally screwed. Her only thought was to ride this cock, to match it thrust for thrust, moving her hips up trying to draw the member ever deeper into her. She wanted to go on an eternal journey with it, with nothing mattering but the sensation this lovable monster was bringing to her body. Riding, ever higher, until the wave broke through her, flooding within her as both of them came to the heights together and she finally experienced that wondrous relief and slow downwards spiral.

Time resumed for Denise. She felt the withdrawal of her stranger friend, and she slowly realised that it was over. She was no longer a virgin, and she had enjoyed every bit of it. She reached up and removed the blindfold and looked to see who had been her partner.

"Hey!" she cried indignantly. "What is this?"

Whoever had been her partner had buttoned up and stepped back with the others. She couldn't tell from looking who had just given her such a magnificent ride.

"OK. Who was it?" she asked, but was met with smiles and silence.

"Sorry, Denise," said Suzy, "but we're not telling. You'll have to wonder. You'll probably work it out before we're finished."

After a brief break while the girls chatted to Denise, Carl stepped forward again.

"Game 2 will be the same as game 1, but in reverse." said Carl. "The men will play rock, paper and scissors with the winner going through the blindfold strip, which will undoubtedly prove embarrassing for the sucker being stripped. He will have the consolation prize of knowing that at the end of the strip he will get to take the clothes off of a lovely lass, but she will control the way they have sex. She's in charge."

This time Carl found himself cursing his frenetic imagination as he stood there, having the blindfold attached. 

Carl reached out, and as expected made a contact immediately. He smelt perfume and wondered what item she would remove. He was relieved when he sensed her kneel and found his shoes coming off. Another step, another contact. Another girl and his socks were gone. "Chickens," he thought. "Next person will have to start on real clothes." 

His trousers went, followed by his t-shirt, down to his jocks and reaching out. Another contact and he smiled to himself. Female and she was going to have to remove his jocks, and he was erect inside them. He'd lay odds she would pull them down from behind. It turned out he was lucky he hadn't placed an actual bet as whoever it was stood in front of him and slowly tugged his jocks down, giggling, reaching in and taking his cock in hand and moving it aside so that it didn't hook up on the jocks elastic. Now naked, blindfolded and erect he started feeling around for his potential partner. His hand closed on a soft breast and his smile grew. 

"Who have I caught?" he asked. 

"Sorry Carl," he heard Andy say. "We can't tell you. See if you can work it out when the blindfold comes off. Now stop stalling and start stripping her."

Carl reached out gently and felt that soft breast again, and heard a small gulp. Appreciating her nervousness, he gently squeezed the breast then slid his hand down, took the t-shirt and lifted it over the girls head. Hands back down and around, undoing the bra, sliding hands around to her breasts, gently cupping both of them before lifting the bra up and off. Kneel down, take a foot and remove the sandal. Other foot and sandal and slide his hand up her legs to her hips, flick open the buttons at the waist and gently slide the shorts down. Even more slowly slide his hands up the inside of her legs until he reaches her vagina, feeling the heat emanating from it. Slip his hand up a little further, hook his fingers over the panties and slowly slide them down. Very slowly slide them down. He could hear her increased breathing as he lowered them, and knew that she was getting excited. He was so erect he was afraid that his cock might explode and leave him an eunuch. He took one of her hands, stepped away while lifting the hand high and had her turn around so that everyone could get a good look at her in all her naked glory. And he couldn't see her at all, damn it.

He let go her hand and reached for her, to draw her to him, but she was gone. "My rules, remember? You have to do what I want." A soft voice whispered to him. "Now stand still."

He stood there, and felt a warm body press up against his back, with breasts sliding back and forth across him. The warmth moved around and in front of him, and he could feel her pressing her whole length against him. Then her hand drifted down and closed on his pulsating member. "My!" she said. "Second one I've seen today, and I must say it measures up nicely against the other one." The hand gently moved along his cock, barely touching it, a feathery sensation wandering around his member and driving him mad. If she wasn't careful he'd be reaching out, picking her up and placing her firmly where he wanted her. On his rampant cock.

Now she was encouraging his head to come down and touch her breasts, encouraging him to kiss them, taste them, tease them. At the same time she took his hand, slid it down and pressed it against her vagina. He didn't need a second hint. His hand closed on her, fingers stroking, darting between her lips, stirring her up. He could feel the heat emanating from her, and hear her breathing tighten. He smiled in victory. This wasn't going to last much longer. She was ready to part her legs and invite him in.

Then she withdrew, was pushing him down, getting him to lie on the floor. At least there was a rug here. It could be awfully cold on tiles he mused. Now she was sitting astride him, letting his man pole lean against her tummy while she pressed her vaginal opening against the base of it, gently rubbing. He could feel his cock twitching, seeking, wanting, and she just kept up with those little feather touches. Then he felt something close around the head of his cock. What the hell? She wouldn't! He felt teeth rubbing lightly over the head, sliding back and forth, tantalising. Hell! If she kept this up he was going to blow his load before he even entered her and wouldn't that be a let down for the poor girl. He was going to come. He really was. Then that terrible mouth let him go. He felt her leaning back again and wondered what was next. Intent do deflower her or no, he was about to come and she was going to be right out of luck.

With shocking suddenness he felt a vigorous slap to the side of his waving member. He yelped as his erection cringed and died down.

"I heard that if you do that the erection stops and has to start all over again," that infernally whispering menace said, accompanied by laughter from the enthusiastic audience. "Bastards, the lot of them."

A gentle hand close over his abused cock and gently squeezed. Suddenly, his cock didn't seem so abused. It was raising it's wicked head and standing to attention, ready for the games to continue.

"Time, I think," he heard her say and felt her running her lips along his cock until the head was firmly pressing against her. He felt her hands come down, holding and directing his cock while at the same time stretching her lips apart to allow him entry. 

"At bloody last," he thought and surged up to meet her. Only to find her withdrawing, hovering above him, holding the tip of his cock within her but refusing to let him advance any further. He slowly settled back to the floor in frustration, swearing under his breath. As he settled back down he felt her pressing back down on him, encouraging his cock to enter deeper. 

"I set the pace," she whispered. "You just go with the flow."

He relaxed and let her 'set the pace' as she wanted. She was settling down onto him, his cock slowly edging into place. Very shortly he felt her hymen pressing against the tip of his head, and grinned, wondering how she was going to handle the initial penetration. He felt her pressing down more firmly trying to have his cock break gently through, but her hymen wasn't co-operating. He felt her tensing up, and knew she was losing that fine edge of lust she had been riding. "Relax," he told her. "Let me do this bit for you." 

He reached up and held her firmly around the waist, lifting her up, sliding her along his cock until the head was barely within her. "Now!' he said, and pulled her back down while thrusting up, breaking through with that single lunge and surging up into her body. She gave a sharp gasp as his penis penetrated her fully and then just sat across him, with his cock rammed fully up her, engorging her, filling her with its immensity. 

"Now rock," he told her. "Back and forth. Let the rhythm build within you. You'll feel the tension rise. Rise with it and go with the flow."

He could feel her quivering nervously above him, shocked by the stab of pain when he burst into her, but curiosity and a slowly returning lust were working on her, encouraging her to experiment, to start rocking back and forth, to let that throbbing anaconda within her drag across her sensitive flesh, tweaking her nerves. He lay quiescent under her, letting her do the work while thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her sleek young body manipulating and massaging his cock. 


Game People Play Round 02



Four young ladies had decided that as they were all of age, it was time to lose their virginity. They have gathered together for a wicked weekend, playing sexual games. After a morning of rather intense activity each of the girls had yielded up their virginity in a pleasurable manner.

Due to Denise failing to correctly identify the person who thoroughly drilled her and removed every slight trace of her virginity, Andy spanked her as a little extra to help them pass the time.

Unfortunately, in the final game of the round Suzy also failed to identify the man whose cock was at that time in the process of driving her wild. It was agreed that Suzy would be spanked after lunch as the start of the next round.

Over a relaxed lunch it was agreed that Carl and Michele were exempt from the next game. They would have a free choice of partners, including each other if they both agreed. Carl and Michelle glanced at each other, and then Carl shook his head. "No. Tempting as the ideas is I have already chosen my next victim. I mean partner," he added with a grin. Michelle laughed. "Me too, and I do mean victim," she said. "We'll announce them after Suzy has her sweet little bottom spanked."

After lunch they started gravitating towards the front room again to resume their activities. Carl stopped Brian on the way and murmured softly to him. "About that spanking you're going to give Suzy. A suggestion." Brian listened, laughed and nodded. "That's nasty," He said. "I'll do it."

"OK, Suzy. Time for your forfeit. Come on over," called Brian. Suzy dithered. She did so not want this. She looked around at her friends. No help there. They were smiling and waiting. She nervously approached. "Do I need to take my clothes off first?" she queried. "Everyone else is dressed."

"Of course not. We're not going to bully you. Just a little spank that you'll hardly feel," soothed Brian. "Come on. Over my knee and smile."

"Hardly feel, my ass," fumed Suzy. "And I mean my ass literally. It sure didn't look like Denise was hardly feeling it when Andy spanked her. She was squeaking and wriggling like an eel." "Especially at the end," she remembered with a smirk. "Ah, well. At least I'm fully dressed so it won't be too bad?"

"You idiot!" she raged at herself shortly after. "You don't need to get undressed! Of course not. That oaf has reserved the stripping party for himself."

As soon as she had reluctantly lain across Brian's knees his hand had come down and pressed firmly on her back, holding her in place. His other hand had then lifted her skirt and tucked it up around her waist, leaving her bottom effectively bare except for that sexy little thong she was almost wearing. No content with a bare bottom, Brian had stroked her bum, dipped his hand down to goose her pussy and then wandered back up, hooked the string on her panties and pulled them down to her knees, leaving her bottom and pussy bare and shining in the light for all to see.

"You said I didn't have to strip," she hissed quietly at him. "You don't," he murmured back, with a decided smirk in his voice. "You've still got all your clothes on. I never said I wouldn't rearrange them slightly."

Then the spanking started. A light slap to the rump. Not too bad. She could handle this. Then a harder smack. That one stung. And another. The spanking was picking up speed now, quickly turning her bottom a nice flushed red. Suzy was trying to wriggle away now, with little yelps as the hand descended, but Brian's other hand held her firmly in place.

Then the tempo changed again, with Brian now spanking her so that his fingers slipped between her legs and punished her pussy as well. Suzy realised that her pussy punishment was doing odd things to her. She was heating up, starting to feel as though she were flushed all over. He hadn't even touched her boobs but she could feel them tightening, her nipples peaking and demanding their share of attention. OK, she only had her panties pulled down but she felt as though she was naked, and her body was reacting to the dominant male smacking her bum. 

Suzy was squirming more actively now, wanting the spanking to stop, wanting the touching to go on. Not sure what she wanted, but wanting it anyway. "Gods! No wonder Denise had an orgasm," she thought. "I'm going to explode."

That was when Carl made his move, as quietly discussed earlier with Brian. "Did I mention I'm choosing Suzy this time around?" he asked the group genially, while unzipping his trousers and showing that his erection was rampart and ready. He stepped over behind Suzy and nodded to Bruce, who reacted by lifting his knee, raising Suzy to a point where Carl was able to step forward and plunge his cock deep into the wet wild pussy that was quivering in front of him. With one stroke he fully entered Suzy, filling her with his engorged member.

Suzy screamed at this sudden invasion of her body, taken completely by surprise. Her whole body was quivering now, entranced by this rude invader, wondering what was happening. Slowly Suzy realised that it was only mentally that she'd been surprised. Her body wasn't surprised. Her body had been waiting, hoping for this. Her body had adjusted immediately to the changed situation, and while her mind was still trying to come to terms with what was happening her body was surging back and forth gleefully, accepting the intruder as a long lost friend and making sure that cock knew it was welcome in its new home.

"I've been mouse-trapped," Suzy realised. "They had to set this up before hand. That's why Brian insisted in pushing my panties down out of the road. Swine, the pair of them, but I have to admit this feels good. I hope the others are getting a good look and getting turned on by this. They're all up for a good screwing in very short order."

"Is that rape?" Sandi asked Denise. "She was totally unprepared for it." "Technically, I suppose when he entered her by surprise, but it sure stopped being rape when her cunt grabbed onto his pole and started trying to swallow it whole," Denise laughed. 

The girls watched, fascinated, as Carl repeatedly lunged into Suzy, who was pushing up to meet each thrust, gasping and mewling in a small voice. She wanted more, please. More.

Carl continued to carefully ravish Suzy, timing his thrusts to bring her to a peak and then hold her there, denying her the ultimate satisfaction while he enjoyed the feel of female flesh clasping and massaging his cock. Not too long now and he'd have to let it go, but he was determined to prolong it while he could.

Suzy was wailing to herself internally. "Why won't he finish? What's stopping him? I need this. I need this now! I'm going to die if he doesn't finish me soon. That cock. It's just banging inside me. It's not stopping. Do it faster. Harder. Please!" She was writhing and gasping in sexual torment now, desperate for fulfilment. 

Carl gave one last thrust and finally went over the line himself. His strong ejaculation flooded through Suzy, kicking her over the line and she shrieked as an orgasm came raging through her body, sweeping away self and the world and leaving feeling. Just feeling.

They both slowly returned to the normal world, and Carl grinned. That had really been something. If Suzy thought that was the first and last time he fucked her, she was half right.

"Do you mind, moving back now Carl, so I can finish the spanking?" queried Brian. Carl laughed and moved away.

"What did he say?" wondered Suzy. "What did he mean, finish the spanking?"

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed, as Brian's hand came smartly down upon her bottom. "You've already spanked me. Stop it."

"No, I haven't" replied Brian. "I was spanking you, but we got interrupted. I'm now just finishing it off."

Suzy tried to scramble up but Brian had her held firmly, and his hand started raining those tantalising little spanks on her bottom and between her legs. 

"You're a sadist," gasped Suzy, squirming around and feeling the tension rising within her again. "Don't do this. Another orgasm will kill me."

"Really? Let's find out," murmured Brian, concentrating more on her trembling pussy now than on her flushed behind. The short sharp little spanks were sending vibrations racing deep into her, turning her to jelly, unable to move, just waiting in anticipation of what was developing, hardly daring to breath. She felt the tremors start and groaned, then screamed her relief as another orgasm ripped into her, through her, reducing her to nothing, again.

Suzy slowly descended, back to the real world, where she was bent over a mans knee, flashing her pussy to the world. The only one in the room with her pussy showing. She flushed and scrambled to her feet, hastily pulling up her panties and straightening her skirt. She looked across at the other girls and saw they were smiling. Laughing with her, not at her, and she laughed. She'd see how they handled their next fuck. She'd done alright. And if Carl thought that was his first and last with her, he was in for a surprise. Suzy suddenly turned and stared toward the other girls again. What had she noticed that was out of place. Ah. It appears that she hadn't been the only person with their pussy on display. Michelle had slipped off her shorts and panties and was now crossing the room towards Brian.

"I'm claiming my choice now," stated Michelle. "Don't get up Brian. You're my choice and I'm going to ride you while you sit on that chair. Just relax and let me do the work."

Brian grinned and reached towards the pretty pussy standing just in front of him, but Michelle took a quick step back and waved a finger.

"Oh, no. No touching just yet. I make the running. And do you seriously think I need warming up after watching that last little exhibition? I suspect that if you slipped a finger inside my pussy I'd come on the spot, I'm that hot."

Michelle moved back in front of Brian and reached down and unzipped his pants. Not unexpectedly, he was already fully erect, and his cock leapt out at her and almost attacked her of its own volition. Michelle laughed and told Brian to stand and drop his trousers and jocks as she wanted free access to his equipment. Brian was not unwilling to do this little thing and his lower clothes hit the ground so hard and fast that the watchers could almost hear a sonic boom. 

A hand on his chest gently pushed him back onto the chair and then Michelle sank to her knees in front of him, took hold of the gently waving giant and ran the tip of her tongue over the engorged head. Brian groaned, and considered that he showed great restraint in not seizing Michelle by the ears and pushing her head firmly down onto his cock. Michelle continued licking around the top of his cock, while Brian sweated and waited. He felt Michelle's mouth close slowly over his cock and move down it, her sharp little teeth sending shivering pin pricks of delight through him. He felt the suction as she gently sucked him, her head slowly bobbing up and down and she encourage his already engorged member to even greater heights. "What the hell was trying to do? Suck his brains out through his cock? If so she was well on her way to succeeding."

After an eternity of torment, Michelle released his cock, stood up and moved forward so that she straddled the chair he was on, his cock waving perilously close to her gleaming and swollen pussy. As Brian waited, Michelle reached down, gently parted her lips and guided herself onto his waiting rod. Brian was about to surge upward, desperate to have his tool fully imbedded within Michelle, but Michelle gave him a forbidding look and murmured "My rules, remember." 

Michelle sank slowly down, thoroughly impaling herself on the waiting penis, relaxing internally and letting this titan completely fill her. What had been an aching void was now feeling swollen and bloated, but Michelle was content for the time being. She'd just let it stay there, not moving, enjoying the feel of it inside her, and also enjoying the way Brian was sweating, desperate to start moving towards completion.

"OK, Brian," Michelle instructed. "You now have to take off my t-shirt and bra and entertain my boobs. When they're feeling happy enough I'll start moving and we can both enjoy the outcome."

Brian held firmly to his self control, but not without thinking some very nasty comments about scheming wenches and vengeance to come. He lifted Michelle's t-shirt up and off, moving slowly and deliberately. If she was going to tease him, he was damn well going to tease her back. He reached around and unclipped the bra, drawing it down her arms and letting it drop. He leaned down and placed his mouth on one firm breast, sucking and licking, using his tongue to roll her nipple around, agitating and stroking it. His hand came up and started stroking the other breast, gently squeezing and teasing, sending little ripples of delight surging through Michelle.

Michelle was breathing harder and faster and she realised that she'd have to start moving on his pole or she was going to lose it. She squirmed a bit, twisting back and forth on the rigid rod, and then started to lift herself slowly up the shaft. And realised with a horrified shock that Brian was moving up with her, not letting her slide along his cock, just holding it firmly within her. 

"What are you doing?" she hissed. "What you wanted," came the callous reply. "You wanted me inside you but not moving."

"That was then!" Michelle thought if she wasn't careful she'd be screaming at him. "Start moving. I can't take it any more." 

"But you haven't said please" came the mocking reply.

"All right! Please! Please, please, please, please, please. I need you to fuck me now."

Brian laughed and relaxed back into the chair, letting Michelle drop that little bit more heavily onto him. Letting his cock surge that tiny, unexpected bit deeper. Michelle didn't stand a chance. Her pending orgasm roared down on her like an express train, hitting her and sweeping her away before she even realised it was coming. She shrieked, and shrieked again as the bliss ripped through her, before slowly fading, leaving her to realise that she was still firmly in Brian's grip, his cock still embedded within her, filling her, and Brian was finally starting to move.

Quite ready to finalise things now, Brian was thrusting energetically into Michelle's tight pussy. Thrusting hard and fast, enjoying the sensation of Michelle turning to water and melting around him, her entire being nothing but a willing receptacle to his cock and his mastery. He thrust harder, higher and faster, driving Michelle back to the point she has just attained and left, using his cock as a piston to drive her home to ecstasy. With a last frantic lunge he came, ejaculating deep within her, feeling her tip over the edge and again hearing her cry out as she was swept away. He felt like shouting his triumph himself as his own orgasm fired through him.

Brian helped Michelle down from the chair, but when Michelle reached for her clothes he stretched out a detaining hand. 

"Sorry, sweetheart, but no clothes. Once they come off they have to stay off until the end."

"But I'm the only one naked," she squealed. "You and Carl and Suzy have all fucked and you're all dressed."

"True, but we didn't get undressed in the first place. Carl and I only lowered our trousers and hitched them up afterwards. Suzy had her panties pulled down to her knees and back up once she'd been screwed and spanked. You're just the first to actually strip. I wouldn't worry. I'm sure the other girls will be shedding clothes shortly. Just wait a while." 

"I was going to arrange for a blind-folded grope for your next partner," said Carl, "but as both men have already had one of the girls Andy will have to pair up with Sandi this time, while Denise goes with Paul. However, to keep the spirit of competition alive, all four of you will be blindfolded. You will have to find your partners and help them undress, without speaking. You will need to identify your partner by touch, so take a good look at them before the blindfolds go on.

Similarly, Denise has already had a spanking and it wouldn't be fair to give her another one if she loses in this game. We've decided that the first girl stripped completely will be able to nominate one of the unspanked girls, Sandi or Michelle, to get a spanking and also to nominate who is to give it, Paul or me."

"You mean that if I'm the first undressed," said Sandi, "I can nominate Michelle to be spanked rather than getting one myself?"

"You will have that choice," Carl laughed, "but maybe you'd rather just get the spank and nominate the spanker. You have to win first."

The couples were blindfolded, spun and released. They moved around slowly, seeking, trying to ignore the helpful advice pouring in from the sidelines.

Sandi was the first to snag someone, bumping into Paul. Her hands darted over him, feeling his hair, trying to guess the length by touch, then darting down to touch where his erection was straining against his trousers. She squeezed it and then started to move away, sure that it was Paul and not Andy, her target. Before she could move on however, Paul had reached out, drawn her back to him and slid his hands inside her t-shirt to squeeze her breasts. The he released her and they both stepped back searching for their rightful prey. 

"He knew that was me," Sandi muttered to herself. "He was just copping a free feel because he knew I couldn't say anything."

At that moment someone bumped into her from behind, arms slid around her and while one hand was checking the length of her hair, the other was thoughtfully cupping and gently bouncing one of her boobs as though weighing it. Then both hands slid down to her waist, slipped around to her zip, unhooked and slid the zip down, then slipped her skirt downwards, fingers snaring her panties on the way and leaving her bottomless in about two seconds flat. The hands came streaking back up, grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt, lifting, hooking her bra on the way up and pulling both items up and over her head in one swift motion. Sandi was startled to learn that she'd gone from fully dressed to starkers in under five seconds, feeling slightly stunned at how fast she been stripped. She felt Andy kneel and slip her sandals off. "Sandi is stripped," Andy announced. 

Sandi heard a laugh to the side. "Paul is still trying to undo my bra" Denise said. "Looks like you get to pick the next spankee, Sandi."

Sandi also laughed. "Common sense tells me to toss Michelle to the wolves," she said, "but I suspect that if I did it would rebound on me eventually. I'll take the next spanking and Carl can administer my brutal beating. Can someone refresh my memory as to just how what was supposed to be a gentle learning experience about sex has also turned into a series of spankings to go along with the screwing."

"I wouldn't worry about that right now if I were you Sandi," a voice piped up from the sideline. "Andy has stripped of and he has a rod in his hand that looks as though it's big enough for him to beat you to death with. I suggest you try to handle that beating before you worry about a little old spank on the bottom."

Sandi gulped nervously. If the average size of the male member was about six inches, how did they finish up with this group. Put them in the testing group and they'd have skewed the average sharply upwards.

She felt Andy take her gently by the shoulders and turn her to face him. "After what you've just seen and after your experience earlier I suspect that you're already hot and wet, so there will be no real reason for me to have to prime you," Andy said, and she could just hear that wicked grin he must be wearing. Without any more warning Sandi felt his hands clasp her around the waist and lift her straight up and forward so she was pressed firmly against him. 




Game People Play Round 02



"Lift your legs and wrap them around my hips," she was told. She reached around and clasped her legs around him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she felt him slowly lowering her until she felt the head of his cock pressed firmly against her vaginal lips, pressing them slightly apart. 

"The time has come" she heard that teasing voice say, and then he let her go. Sandi frantically clutched him with arms and legs, but it wasn't enough to save her from dropping those few vital inches and she found herself swiftly impaled on the tumescent cock that seconds ago had only been a gentle warning of things to come. She felt the cock charge straight up into her, or rather, she felt herself drop swiftly and neatly onto the standing member. It seemed only seconds from standing safely on the floor to being wrapped around Andy with his energetic engine of destruction firmly planted within her. Seemed? It WAS only seconds she realised. He'd just picked her up and plonked her straight down on his penis with no ifs, buts or foreplay. 

She started to speak, possibly to protest the rush, when she felt Andy give a heave that pushed him even deeper into her. Then she found him using his hips to withdraw and re-enter, fast and hard. She gasped and tried to speak again to tell him to slow down, but the pulsating, thrusting charge was destroying her senses, confusing her, leaving her unable to do anything but pant in shocked wonder. In only moments Andy had carried her to the heights, and her orgasm exploded while at the same time Andy let his release spend itself deep within her. 

Andy lowered gently back to the ground, and held her while she regained her balance and her senses. He reached up and took off their blindfolds and smiled down at her. 

"That is what is known as a quickie," he said. "Interesting, wasn't it?"

She stared at him, stunned, yet glowing from the sudden climax and release. Then she glanced across at Paul and Denise. "Bloody hell," she thought. "I've just been ravished and it's over and those two haven't even finished getting all their clothes off. I guess I can now sit back and relax and watch to see what they're going to do."

Paul had been slowed down in the undressing section by trying to unclasp Denise's bra. (Andy had ignored little things like clips.) Realising that he was too slow to do the strip he took it a little more slowly, unhooking and taking his time, slowly peeling the rest of the clothes of Denise. Not to be outdone, Denise then started on Paul, slowly undressing him, refusing to let him remove any of his own clothes. She teased and tantalised as she undressed him, rubbing her bare breasts against his chest as she slowly lowered his trousers, running her hands inside his jocks and moving his erection around as though having difficulty getting the jocks off with that thing snagging the material.

While this is going on Denise was hearing startled gasps, squeaks and happy panting coming from the other couple, followed by a short scream of release. "What the hell are they doing?" she wondered. Paul had a good idea. Andy had said he was going to hit Sandi with a quickie and blow her mind. From the sounds it seemed he had succeeded. Paul now had to attend to his own business, or rather to his and Denise's mutual pleasure. 

"You remember we all have to pick a different position every time we screw?" he queried. 

"Yes?" came the nervous reply, seeking further guidance as to where this was going.

"Do you have a favourite position in mind, that hasn't already been tried?" Paul prompted.

"Me! I was a virgin until this morning," Denise protested. "I've had one, count them, ONE experience with positions. How could I have a favourite?"

"Then I guess it's up to me to pick one. I'll give you a choice. We can try bend it, where you bend over and clutch your ankles and I stand behind you and drill you, or we can try doggy, where you get on your hands and knees and I cover you from behind. Which do you think?"

"If I'm just bent over and you hit me hard with your pet dragon I'm going to be knocked flying, which will be a silly way to finish what is supposed to be a good time. I guess I'll go with what you call doggy, and get on my hands and knees. And that way you can reach around me and play with my boobs while you coax me to let you enter" she added with a little smirk.

Paul promptly reached down and slid his hand between her legs and cupped her mound. He laughed. "From the heat and dampness I can feel here I won't have to do much coaxing. I suspect that if I decided not to screw you I'd have to beat you off with a stick to prevent you jumping me."

"Just for that I'm not going to get down on my hands and knees," Denise laughed. "You're going to have to put me in that position. I won't resist, but you're going to have to get me in the position you want."

Paul laughed, swept her up and quickly lowered her to the floor and then rolled her over so that she was face down. He slid one arm under her tummy and lifted, and then pushed one of her knees down and forward, repeating the motion with the other knee. She was now lying half prone resting on her chest, but with her knees under her, lifting her rump up into the air. Paul started rubbing her pussy between her parted legs. "This'll do for me," he said. "Of course, I can't play with your tits while I pay my compliments to your cunt, but I'm sure you won't mind that."

"Damn you!" Denise said, hastily adjusting her positions so that she was properly on hands and knees, with her superb breasts dangling freely beneath her. "You don't play fair."

"Of course not," said Paul. "I'm intending to give you a really good lesson in sex education. Sometimes you have to leave the student to do some things for themselves, like taking the right position to maximise enjoyment. Now that you're ready, class will begin."

Denise waited and sighed with relief as Paul started gently stroking her pussy, rubbing up and down and gently encouraging her expectations, slowly building her anticipation, building that vital tension that would eventually lead to a climax. He kneaded and stroked, never pressing hard, just lightly tantalising and teasing, letting her expectation and frustration build. Denise could feel her lips swelling, flowering, reaching out for release, and Paul just teased. And teased. Denise was groaning now, with little pleas bubbling from her lips, begging Paul to advance, to enter, to bring her satisfaction.

"Are you sure you want this?" the sadist asked her. "Are you sure I've coaxed you enough? Maybe I should continue coaxing for a while longer."

"No!" exploded from Denise, sure she would die of frustration if more dramatic action didn't start soon.

"No?" said Paul, with faux surprise. "You want me to stop?"

"Will you just shutup and take me now?" wailed a desperate Denise.

"Well if you're sure," murmured Paul and with one swift thrust rammed home his pet dragon as Denise had so thoughtfully named it.

Denise promptly convulsed and climaxed, unable to resist the urging of her body when that massive member slid so powerfully into her. Paul just held himself deep within her, letting her climax run its course, while at the same time reaching forward and taking a breast in each hand. As he felt Denise come down from her climax he started thrusting deeply into her, squeezing her boobs in time to the thrusts. Denise found her quivering body answering those thrusts, lifting her bum and pushing back hard to meet Paul every time he pushed in. The sensations from her breasts were spreading out and down while at the same time the increased sensations from her nether regions were spreading up through her body, mingling with them so that she was feeling each thrust as a sensation impacting on her whole body. She was no longer thinking, only reacting, riding the dragon and being taken to the sky by dragon wings. Then the dragon broke free into the dark spaces above and her world shattered, flooding her with a single unified sensation that tore her to pieces, then slowly put her back together, letting her feel the cock that rested within her, no longer moving but relaxed, replete. She sighed as she felt Paul withdraw but didn't move. Then gave a yelp and jumped as a hand rapped her bottom and told her to move it. Time to get up and get with the living. 

Denise rose to her feet and joined her friends, who were smiling and chatting, each of them happy with their afternoons experience.

"OK, everyone," said Sandi. "I think it's time we all hit the showers and cleaned up before tea."

"Good idea" said Carl. "We can relax for now, have dinner and have some TV and music afterwards. I suggest that we all have a reasonably early night of it tonight, and tomorrow we can start again."

"Before we go to bed," said Michelle, "can we please see you give Sandi her spanking?"

"There's no need for that," said Sandi hastily. "It can wait for tomorrow."

"I see no need to wait," said Michelle, with a grin. "You know, get it over and done with and you don't have to worry about it tomorrow."

"Michelle's right, said Carl. "We'll do the spankings after tea."

"Hold it," said Sandi. "Spankings, plural? I'm the only one who's due for one."

"We wouldn't want Michelle to miss out," said Carl, "especially as she so kindly reminded us. While I spank you, Paul has volunteered to give Michelle one. Just to keep all things equal, you know."

The group broke up for showers and a leisurely dinner, after which they gathered in the front room again. Sandi and Michelle were a little nervous, both anticipating and dreading the spankings they knew were coming their way. Sandi was the first to broach the subject, asking if they had to get undressed before being spanked or could they have it fully clothed, with just their panties being lowered as required. 

Carl grinned evilly as he considered this and then said, "As this is the only 'entertainment' we have planned for the evening you won't need to undress. I should say, you won't need to undress yourselves. Brian and Andy will do that for you. All you will have to do is stand still while they remove those unwanted clothes. Also, we will have simultaneous spankings, with the girls facing each other so they can both see what the other is going through.

You may have noticed that by some odd chance both Denise and Suzy somehow or other had an orgasm at the end of their spanks. Unusual, but it happens. What we'll do this time is spank you until one of you has an orgasm, and at that point both spankings cease. Unfortunate for whoever finishes up with a blushing bottom and no climax, but that's the luck of the draw. I should point out that if either of you think the spanking is too much for you, you can cry off and your spanking will stop."

In the silence that fell after this announcement Suzy was heard to mutter to Denise, "By some odd chance? You don't think that my getting thoroughly fucked in the middle of my spanking didn't sensitise my pussy and leave me a sitting duck for a second climax when the spanking started tingling it again, do you?"

There was a little laughter at this, and then Brian and Andy moved purposely towards their victims while Paul quickly fetched a second chair from the kitchen and placed it facing their previously designated spanking seat.

Any hope that the boys would just undress them and let them get on with it quickly died, as it was obvious the boys intended to titillate and tease the girls, taking full advantage of them while they worked.

The boys seemed to have pre-planned this, as they both moved first to the girls feet and removed sandals. Then in unison, two pairs of hands slid slowly up the girls legs, slipping under the skirts, hooking panties and drawing them slowly down, not forgetting to give a couple of vaginas a thoughtful rub and squeeze. Both girls were already flushing and it was plain they were already getting turned on and anticipating an interesting time. 

Brian and Andy slid their hands back up the girls legs, lifting the skirts up as they moved, causing the girls to flash the room before the skirts fell back into place as those wandering hands continued up, sliding under the t-shirts, under the bras and closing on pairs of expectant breasts before sliding around and undoing the bras. With a little careful manoeuvring, both bras were then removed while leaving the t-shirts in place. 

Both girls were now breathing hard, stunned that they were being turned on by this. Then Brian asked the girls to choose. "Lose your skirt or shirt next? We've got a little bet on which you'll choose." Sandi gulped, and whispered, "Skirt." Michelle just nodded in dumb agreement. Brian grinned. "Told you," he said to Andy. "It's a known fact that if a girl has that choice, she will invariably lose the bottom half first. At least, it's a fact that I knew."

The boys quickly unzipped the skirts and let them drop. The t-shirts did not last a great deal longer, and it was obvious from the way four pert breasts stood out, with nipples erect, that both girls were ready to take part in the next stage of the action. They might not be getting screwed as such, but they were both sure they'd get some sort of sexual gratification. (Actually, a casual look at Suzy and Denise would have shown that their nipples were also standing out and pressing against their bras. They might not have been part of the current action, but they could still enjoy it and become excited by it.)

Carl indicated to Sandi that she should approach and bend over, facing Paul and Michelle. At the same time Paul was putting Michelle across his knee where she would have a good view of Sandi.

Sandi felt one of Carl's hands holding her firmly in place as she lay across his lap. She also felt the other hand running smoothly over her bottom, slipping between her upper thighs and gently running over her virginal, vaginal mound. "Oh, right," she remembered. "No longer virginal. But that's still my vaginal mound he's stroking and petting. I thought he was supposed to be spanking." She could see from the look on Michelle's face that she was getting similar treatment, then gave a yelp, as while she had been momentarily distracted Carl had lifted his hand and brought it firmly down on her bottom. She tried to twist and glare at Carl, but he was holding her firmly. She also heard a snigger from Michelle at her reaction, and then sniggered herself as she heard Michelle's little laugh turn into a squeal and heard a loud smack hitting Michelle on her tight little bum. 

Preliminaries over the boys set to work, delivering spankings that would sting and redden the bottom, at the same time being careful not to inflict any real injuries on the girls. Both girls were now writhing from side to side, dreading the next spank to come, but each relished the thought that she was not alone in this and it looks like her spanking is worse than mine, the way she's wriggling and squealing. 

Pleased with their initial results, the boys advanced their tactics, making their spanks land equally on bottom and pussy, stirring the girls up sexually while the spanking continued. The girls faces were now flushed with excitement, even while they continued to squeal every time a spank landed. They could both see that the other girl was being sexually stimulated to a high degree, and both could feel the pre-climax tension rising within them. 

The boys had also noted that the girls vaginal lips were swelling and glistening as moisture gathered within them, hoping, reaching up for fulfilment. It was obvious that one of them was going to have a climax very shortly, whereupon both spankings would stop, leaving the other girl in a great deal of frustration. 

The boys were both enjoying themselves as their victims squirmed on their laps, increasing the speed of the spankings, concentrating fully now on those two eager pussies, letting the bottoms alone to quietly glow.

Denise realised that she was coming. Her climax was starting to race through her and nothing was going to stop it. Her last coherent thought before it hit was "Bad luck, Sandi. Looks like you'll just have to suffer." Then she groaned with relief as her orgasm washed over her, sending her floating away.

Sandi was anticipating her own release, and watched in horror as she saw Michelle jerk and flush and realised that she was too late. She groaned. She was so close. It wasn't fair. 

Carl, raised an eyebrow as he looked over to where Paul was stoking Michelle, as she gasped out her orgasm. Paul grinned and nodded towards Sandi. "Better finish her off," he said. "She just might kill you if you don't." 

Carl grinned and increased the tempo slightly, then with one final smack he slipped her lips apart and flicked his finger tips over her pulsing clit. Sandi screamed, as she was tipped over the edge, and writhed upon Carl's lap in mindless delight.

None of the people in the room had notice Denise slip out during the entertainment to answer the phone. Once the excitement had died down she spoke up.

"Your father just called, Sandi. I said you were busy and couldn't come to the phone just then but would call him back in a few minutes. I was tempted to bring the phone in and give it to you while you were being tanned, but wasn't sure if you'd appreciate it. He said to tell you that your mother had a touch of gastro, it's pouring with rain and they are coming back tomorrow. They'll be here about lunchtime."

There was silence for a few moments. It seemed their plans for another day of sexual games would have to fall by the wayside. A pity, but these thinks happen.

Andy then addressed the thought that was foremost on the boys mind. "It appears that we're not going to be able to screw all four girls after all. I must say that I'm rather disappointed."

"Possibly a change in tactics, if the girls agree," said Carl. "I'm capable of having sex again this evening and I'm sure the rest of you are, too. If the girls agree, why don't we each choose one of the girls still on our individual lists and ravish them right now. Then we can each sleep with our last partner and introduce the girls to a morning wood when we wake up. They should be able to handle that.

Actually, when I say we'll each pick a girl now, we really should leave it up to the girls to decide. They can agree amongst themselves who they'd like to spend the night with, and the other candidate can then seize them and drag them off for the afore mentioned ravishment."

The girls looked at each other, looked at the boys and announced that they were going to the kitchen to discuss it. Shortly after, Sandi popped her head back through the door. "What is a morning wood, exactly? We've heard the term but we're not sure what it really means."

"A morning wood is when a boy wakes up with a very large erection that he wants serviced. Sleeping next to one of you girls is a guarantee that we'll each wake up with one."

"That's what we thought," murmured Sandi with a smirk and promptly vanished.

Denise was the next with a question. "You twice mentioned ravishing us. What is the difference between that and a normal fuck?"

Paul tried to look evil as he replied. "When we ravish you, we ignore your feeble little cries for mercy, and pound your pussies until you are quivering wrecks, unable to do anything while we take our pleasure upon your helpless bodies."

Denise nodded thoughtfully, and returned to the kitchen, and shortly after the girls returned. 

"We've decided that as we've come this far, we might as well continue until the end. The 'ravishments' as you define them will be Carl & Sandi, Paul & Michelle, Brian & Denise and Andy gets me," Suzy said. "Then afterwards we can shower, again, and retire to our rooms with our final partner. Now what?"

"I don't greatly care what the others are going to do," said Carl as he started stripping, "but Sandi is still naked from her spanking and in about ten seconds I will be too, so you'd better brace yourself, Sandi."




Game People Play Round 02



Before the startled girls could really understand what was happening, Carl had grabbed Sandi, lowered her to the floor, lifted her legs by the ankles so that they were resting either side of her head and, as Sandi watched in horrified amazement his cock was lined up with and plunging into her vagina. She realised that the position was giving her an excellent view of her own ravishment, and while she had been given no warning of what was to happen she found her body eagerly responding to the savage thrusts that were hammering into her.

Not to be outdone, the other boys had also quickly divested themselves of their clothes. With Michelle also still being nude from her spank, she was the next to fall before a ravaging cock, with Paul seizing her from behind, pushing her up against the wall in a typical police search manner, and letting her feel the strength of his sword as it plunged deep into her scabbard, still wet and ready from her earlier orgasm. Michelle squealed in shock, realising that when the boys said ravishment, they meant ravishment, and were not holding back. She squealed again as she felt Paul withdraw and slam home again, realised that her only chance was to go with the flow and started thrusting hard to meet his every stroke.

Denise watched stunned as she saw Sandi and Michelle having their pussies so suddenly invaded, and then gave a small yelp as Brian backed her up to the nearest wall and lifted her skirt. At least she'd have time to prepare while he stripped her she thought, and received another shock as she felt his hand just move her panties to one side, exposing her vagina and she gave a gasp as Brian moved her lips apart and drove his cock straight into her. "She was being ravished while fully dressed," she thought incredulously. "He can't do that." Apparently he could, as she felt his cock swelling and filling her, plucking at those feelings that had been taunting her ever since watching Sandi and Michelle get spanked.

Suzy, realising that she was about to have sex had started to take off her t-shirt. She was just pulling it over her head when the world seemed to whirl around her. She felt her panties being rapidly removed then she found herself with her hands on the ground supporting her weight while Andy was holding her legs, one under each arm. Just like a wheelbarrow race she thought, but quickly realised there was one vital difference. The last wheelbarrow race she'd been in, she'd been wearing shorts. This time she was showing a bare cunt to the world, or would have been if Andy hadn't plunged his massive organ into it, filling her with one decisive stroke. Suzy frantically clutched at her t-shirt, drawing it off her head and trying to see what was going on. "My, god!" she thought. "Ravishment indeed. Protesting will be useless they said." She paused and considered the hammering her pussy was now undergoing. "Why would they think we'd protest?" she wondered, and started giving back as good as she got.

The ravishing continued. Realising this was the final act for the day the men were showing the girls no mercy, hammering into them, totally overwhelming their senses. 

Sandi watched as the monster plunged in and out of her, savouring her, taking what it wanted from her, ignoring any needs she may have had, and holding her helpless beneath its thrusting might. "It's a good thing I'm enjoying this so much, or I might get upset," she thought. "At least we can't say we weren't warned, even if we didn't really believe it. We'll know better next time." She felt her mind turning off and sighed and went with the blissful flow. Let him pound away. She could handle it and him.

Michelle had also reached a similar decision. "He wants to sheath his sword in my scabbard, does he?" She thought furiously. "Well I'll give him a swordfight he won't forget in a long time." She frantically pumped her hips, meeting every stroke and coming back for more. She'd climax soon she knew, but even if she did she didn't care. She was a woman. She could outlast him and come back for more when he was drained and lying exhausted on the floor. She moved in glorious time with him, letting him make the running. Bliss awaited and she was happily galloping to meet it.

Denise felt Brian moving within her, still stunned that he was taking her while fully dressed. She started to protest, to say that she should undress, but Brian shook his head. "Ravishment, remember? All your protests will be ignored," he laughed as he continued to ply his cock deep within her. She writhed, irritated that he should be taking her this way, and sensed that he was enjoying her frustration as well as enjoying the way she was twisting and turning as his cock ploughed into her. "Come to think of it," her treacherous mind whispered to her, "you're enjoying this far more than you ought. You're being ravished, remember."

"I don't care," the other part of her mind replied. "This feels good!" "But it's ravishment. Almost rape," came that infernal internal whisper. "No it's not. I agreed to this before he laid a finger on me let alone put his cock in me. I said yes and there's no way I'm backing down just because I'm wondering if I can handle this much man. Actually, I'm already handling it. He's fully inside me and pressing home hard, and I'm not only handling it, I'm giving as good as I'm getting." 

"Come on, Brian!" she shouted. "Give it to me harder. If you're going to ravish me I expect to be thoroughly fucked by the time you finish." She heard Brian laugh, and sensed an increase in power as he upped his performance a notch, willing to meet her demands and to teach her to except and demand more.

Suzy laughed as she looked around and saw the way the other girls were being fucked. "We've still all picked different positions without even realising it." She turned to Andy and said "I'm moving around a bit. Don't lose your place and keep punishing me with that cudgel of yours." She edged over towards Sandi, letting Andy provide some motive power even as he kept beating her internally with his cudgel. "Hi Sandi," she gasped, while reaching out with one hand to squeeze one of Sandi's breasts. "How's it going." Sandi looked at her in a daze, unable to answer, felt the hand squeeze her breast and climaxed. Carl laughed and continued what he was doing. He didn't mind if Sandi came a little early. She'd come again before he was finished.

Suzy watched Sandi climax. "Oh, dear," she thought. "My fault. It appears that I shouldn't have grabbed her tit. I'd apologise, but I don't think she'd notice." 

Suzy sighed, and relaxed as Andy continued to thrust into her. "If this is ravishment, I can a whole lot more," she thought, and settled back to thoroughly enjoy the experience.

All too soon there were little screams coming from the girls as one by one they climaxed. That's when they found out what ravishment really meant. The boys had been pacing themselves. They had already had sex twice that day, and the third time wasn't going to be over as fast as the first two times. They felt the girls come, but didn't slow down. They were doing alright, thank you very much, and saw no reason to stop yet. There were startled squeaks from a couple of the girls as they realised that the boys were not finished, but they rallied and picked up the pace, matching thrust to for thrust, quickly realising that they were going to have a second orgasm and that it was coming upon them fast.

Shortly after there was another round of screams and groans from the girls as the second wave of orgasms hit them, harder, faster and higher than the first. It took them longer to recover this time, and they were all quite shocked to find that they still had these huge cocks in them, relentlessly pounding them into submission. 

The third climax fell upon the girls almost before they had adjusted to the need to keep matching the boys thrusts. This time the boys were having their own climaxes, venting their loins deep within the girls, the hot splash in their wombs triggering the third and deepest climax.

Afterwards the whole group lay back and relaxed. 

"You weren't kidding when you said you'd ravish us" gasped Denise. "I'll really have to try that again sometime."

"I know what you mean," said Suzy. "This morning I was a virgin and tonight I'm a ravished wanton, wondering how I'm going to handle a morning wood when I wake up, and wondering how it is going to handle me."

"I know how I'm going to handle it," said Michelle with a grin. "Eagerly and superbly. Now I'm hitting the showers and suggest you do the same. We're going to need a good nights sleep before we play with morning woods and then we've got to make sure the house is tidy before your parents get home."

Finish. I'm not going to describe what the girls did to the morning woods they encountered the next day. I'll let you use your imagination. What would you want done to your morning wood?



Game People Play



She was moving faster now, breathing harder, gasping for breath, wonderment in her face as she finally felt her womanhood stirring and coming to life within her. He felt the preliminary shivers as her orgasm started to gather force, and those sudden vibrations were enough to trigger his ejaculation, sending hot seed spurting deep within her, with the molten splashing liquid in turn finally firing of her orgasm, causing her to scream out her coming. 

They relaxed, worn out by the emotion of the moment, and just lay there.

Then he felt her rising and moving away.

He relaxed for a few more moments and the reached up and removed the blindfold and looked to see who had been his partner.

"Not fair." he cried.

While he had been enjoying himself, the other two girls had very thoughtfully stripped, so that all four girls were naked. He knew it wasn't Denise, as she had been first up, but it could have been any of the others. All four were flushed and looked excited, and there was no way of telling which he'd fucked unless he grabbed them and felt inside them. He'd give them that one. Still, he and Denise would be able to work out their partners when the final two girls were lined up to be deflowered. 

Brian had a suggestion. Now that game 3 was about to start and past participants would know who their partners were then why not have Carl and Denise try to guess who their partners had been. If they guessed wrong there would be a penalty and the person who did fuck you gets to name it.

Carl was dubious, but agreed. He didn't trust whoever had balled him as far as he could throw her, but he was willing to play along. With Carl agreeing, Denise sighed and said she'd go along with it too. 

Carl offered to go first, looking over at the girls, considering how her body had felt against him. He knew it wasn't Denise, so one down. Sandi had smaller breasts than the other two. Very nice breasts and superbly shaped and they would probably taste just fine, but still smaller than Michelle and Suzy. Two down. Whoever was riding him had also sucked on his cock for a while. When she bent over him all he felt was that mouth and sharp little teeth teasing him. Suzy had long hair, so if it had been her he should have felt her hair brushing against his stomach. It had to be Michelle.

"Michelle," he stated confidently, and winked at her. Michelle blushed and nodded.

Denise groaned. This was so unfair. OK. Scrub Carl as he bonked Michelle.

What did she remember. Clutching his hair as he licked her. Very short hair. Not Paul, then. Andy or Brian. Her eyes flicked between them. How to tell? How to tell? Andy was just smiling and watching her. Brian on the other hand was looking smug and pleased with himself. 

"Brian," She stated confidently.

"So sorry, Denise, but I haven't had that pleasure yet. Over to you, Andy."

Denise blushed and looked over at Andy. He had always been a terrible tease. What would he do now. Andy was openly grinning now. "A penalty," he mused. "I have to provide a penalty for this lovely, young lady. A penalty for this lovely, young, NAKED lady. I assume that anything too nasty will be vetoed by the others?" he queried?

"You assume correctly," said Brian. "You announce it and we'll vote. You have to have at least two of each sex to approve, but Denise can't vote."

"Then I want to put her across my knee and spank her," Andy said. "She should remember who screws her after all, and I feel insulted that she didn't recognise my cock when it was that deep inside her."

"But I've never even seen your cock before," Denise protested.

"Yes, you have. You wandered into my bedroom one day when your parents were visiting and caught me changing. You pointed at my penis and asked me what that silly thing was."

"That was fifteen years ago. I was only four" wailed Denise.

"A poor excuse," sighed Andy. "Can we have a vote?"

"Not too hard, I trust," murmured Carl. 

"No. Just a friendly spanking. It'll sting but won't leave any marks apart from an initial red flush."

"Show of hands?" asked Andy. "Ah, unanimous. Bad luck, Denise. One spanking coming up."

"This is so unfair," wailed Denise. "The others won't be risking a spanking."

"Actually, they will," drawled Carl. "In the next game Sandi and Suzy will both be blindfolded, and they will have to make their guesses as well, which could be interesting. If they both guess the same person, one of them is guaranteed a spanking, but which one?"

"Sandi, can you grab me a kitchen chair to sit on for the spank?" asked Andy.

"What, now?"

"Yes. Why not. No need to put it off."

The chair was produced in short order and Andy took his seat. Denise approached, slowly, and bent over reluctantly as directed, face down, bum up, and legs slightly parted.

"Why do I have to part my legs?" she'd queried.

"Because I'm the spanker and you have to do as I say," came the firm reply. "You can always cry off if you think it's getting too much for you, and I promise I'll stop."

The spanking began with a firm smack, enough to sting but not really hurt. Denise squeaked and wriggled, but Andy held her firmly, continuing to deliver some firm spanks to her pretty bottom. 

Then Andy changed the way he was slapping down, changing the angle in which his hand came across Denise's bottom so that instead of just smacking her bottom his long fingers slipped down between her legs and flicked firmly across her moist pussy. Denise gasped with surprise, and gasped again when a second slap landed in the same place, ending a jolt through her genitals. She shuddered, and felt the slaps continue, stinging and tingling against her pussy as well as her bottom. She felt heat and tension rising as Andy continued to spank her.

"Andy," she quavered, "what are you doing?"

"Spanking you. Can't you feel it?" he responded with a laugh. "Why? Do you want it to stop?"

"No," she squealed. "No need to stop. I can take it."

"I thought as much," Andy murmured, as his hand continued to lay firm strokes along both bottom and pussy. His other hand left her back where he'd initially been holding her in place and moved down and around, finding and fondling her breasts. Andy picked up the tempo slightly and listened to Denise start to gasp in time with the spanks, finally coming down with one last smack that missed her bottom but fell full across her vagina, triggering the orgasm that had been building.

"Ok," Andy said after Denise had calmed down a little, helping her back to her feet. "Spanking completed. Let's get on with the games."

The other girls just stood there, staring stunned at Andy and the flushed and glowing Denise. 

Michelle was the first to speak. "Gee, Sandi, Suzy. If you're real unlucky you may finish up with a similar spanking. Do you want me to change places with you if that happens?"

"Ah, that won't be necessary, Michelle. If we're up for a spanking we'll just have to suffer through it. Carl, what do we do in this last game?"

"The last game is real easy. Suzy and Sandi will be blindfolded, and Paul and Brian are going to have their wicked way with them. The first girl to have an orgasm is the loser. You have to try to delay the fatal moment for as long as possible. And just to stir you up a little, half way through your right royal shagging you'll be asked to nominate who your partner is, with the spanking waiting at the end of the fuck if you get the name wrong. But we won't tell you if you're right or wrong until the end. Of course, as noted before, if you both call the same name one of you is guaranteed a spank. Good luck with that." 

Sandi and Suzy stood patiently while the blindfolds were attached. Then Paul and Brian approached and the fun began.

Paul didn't hesitate. He gently took Sandi, led her over to one of the armchairs and bent her face down over one of the arms. Then he slowly started massaging her pussy. Both girls were already excited from the activity that they had been watching and both were wet and ready. Sandi squirmed as Paul's hand slowly rubbed her, spreading her lips, with his fingers darting in and out, slowly increasing the tension that has started before he even touched her. Then Paul released his erection, placed it between her legs and let it just rest there against her pussy. While she squirmed against it, aghast at the size of it, Paul reached around and started massaging her breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples, spreading the tension from her vagina up through her boobs so that she felt that even one more touch would be enough to make her come apart. Sandi squirmed, her vaginal lips pushing out, trying to get the satisfaction that her body craved. And Paul kept lightly touching her, keeping her hovering in suspense, teasing, teasing with the promise of fulfilment to come and desperately craved. Sandi was now moaning in frustration while Paul was quietly laughing and touching. Oh, so lightly touching. 

Sandi was cursing to herself. When she found out who was tantalising her she was going to kill him. With sex if she had to. She forced herself to be quiet and tried to listen to what was happening to Suzy.

Suzy was faring no better. Brian had taken her and laid her down on the rug. (Michelle pointed out that she and Carl had had sex lying down on the rug, but the objection was overruled. She'd been on top, riding Carl. Suzy was on the bottom and was going to be hammered into the rug so hard she'd probably get wool burns.) Brian's technique was markedly different from Pauls. He didn't waste time with a lot of preliminary teasing. He laid down next to Suzy and placed both her hands on his cock. Suzy gulped. Her hands were both on different ends of his cock and they weren't touching. "Let me see." Her mind frantically buzzed. "My hands are about two and a half inches wide and they're not touching. I ease my hand down by at least a hands length and they touch, but just barely. That means he's about eight inches. I can handle that, but it also feels awfully thick. I just know he's going to split me in half." Brian then pulled himself out of Suzy's grasp, moved her legs apart, parted her lips and started in with no preliminaries. He could see she was wet and ready, excited from the previous activity. He moved quickly into her, ignoring her startled gasp, advancing swiftly until his cock was resting against her hymen. Then he started pumping in and out with short strokes, agitating her but not doing enough to bring her the satisfaction she craved. Suzy writhed and twisted, trying to get enough purchase so that she could arch upwards and force Brian through her hymen and deep into her where that incredible itch was developing.

Sandi realised from the groans and mutterings coming from Suzy that she was being teased and tantalised in much the same way that she was suffering. Paul had shifted his attention back to her pussy and was moving her lips apart. She felt his knob press against her flesh and then start advancing. She just knew that he would start off by doing little thrusts, so as not to break her hymen and have her finish too soon. She was astounded and gave a short scream of pain when, instead of taking his time, Paul, once lined up, had simply bulled all the way in, ignoring her vulnerable cherry as though it wasn't there. The sudden shock brought her crashing back down from the edge of ecstasy where she'd been hovering, and she realised that that was his whole idea. Now he'd have to slowly bring her up to that peak and hold her there again for as long as possible. "Yes!" she realised. "I'm no longer a virgin."

Paul started moving slowly within her, dragging her slowly back up to the plateau she had just so suddenly vacated. Then he stopped moving. She felt a tap on her shoulder and a voice was asking her something. "What the hell? I'm up to my tonsils with a giant cock exploring my inside and someone wants to talk to me? Are they insane?" 

"Sandi," the voice was saying. "Who is it? Who's bonking you?"

"Who? I know that that one. It's either Paul or Brian. But which one. I can't tell." "Oh, god! It's Paul." she yelled. "It's Paul."

"It might be," said the laughing voice. "I'll leave you to your fucking. Have fun."

She felt Paul, at least she hoped it was Paul, starting to resume his long slow strokes, slowly catching her up on the wings of angels and lifting her towards the sky. At the same time she was frantically trying to hear what Suzy said when asked who was ploughing her fertile fields.

Suzy was twisting and trying to persuade her tormentor to stop stuffing around and do the job he was supposed to do. She also was startled when it slowly sank into her that someone was trying to ask her something.

"What? Go away you idiot. Can't you see what's going on."

"Yes I can, Suzy," said Denise, "but you can't. Who is the gentleman on top of you trying to drill your bottom through the floorboard?"

"He's not trying to drill me. He's barely within me and the swine won't put the rest in."

"Yes, I can see that. Another good six fat inches are loitering about outside your pussy, sweetheart. You tell me who you think it is and I'll tell him to continue."

"Who it is? Oh, that's right. That silly guessing game. Why should I care who it is when he won't go all the fucking way in?" Guess. I have to guess. "It's Paul!" she shrieked. "Now tell him to put his damn cock in where it belongs."

"Oh, dear. One of you is wrong and one of you is getting a spanking later. How nice. I must make sure I get a good view. OK, my friend. Stop stuffing around, ram that weapon home and start ravishing Suzy the way she desires."

Brian laughed, and with one faster stroke he finally penetrated Suzy fully, with Suzy, in her relief at finally having that cock deep within, barely noticing that she had lost her virginity to this rampaging monster. Brian started a series of long deep strokes, keeping Suzy hovering on the edge, both of them enjoying the sensations and not wanting them to finish.

Sandi felt her contractions beginning, signalling an oncoming orgasm and an end to this sweet torture. She didn't want it to stop but she frantically wanted that orgasm that was coming. It was hers. She had earned it. By god she had earned it. Time stood still for her and her whole being was that throbbing that raced through her, causing her to clutch her muscles around that sweetly invasive cock, feeling it empty it's goodies deep within her as both of them were finally carried away with their orgasms. 

Brian was still sufficiently aware of his surroundings to notice that Sandi and Paul were collapsing against the chair, obviously spent. Time to finish stirring up Suzy. He started to increase the speed and power of his strokes, agitating Suzy and driving her quickly to an orgasm, but even when she screamed her pleasure he didn't stop. Now it was his turn. He was generating massive strokes now, drawing almost fully out of her cunt and then slamming back in, hard and fast. 

Suzy came down from her orgasm and realised that instead of it being over, things were just warming up. She had no chance to relax, feeling those new but old sensations beginning again as his cock slammed repeatedly into her. "This is what they mean when they say you get nailed." The thought idly crossed Suzy's dazed mind. "They just didn't tell me that they use a jackhammer to do the nailing." She gasped, as the felt the first stirrings of a second orgasm coming, and she just knew that this one, although it was coming a lot faster, was going to be richer and deeper than her first. Then she was swept away into limbo, lost forever in a state of feeling, dimly hearing her ravishers triumphant grunt and feeling his seed flooding deep within her. 

Feelings died away, and slowly the world came back into focus again. The two couples separated and started to pay attention. The girls took of their blindfolds and looked at the boys.

Sandi was the first to speak. "Wow. Mission accomplished, We're no longer virgins. And I guessed Paul. Was I right or wrong?"

Carl laughed. "You were right. Unfortunately, Suzy also guessed Paul, which means that Brian is allowed to spank her. Although that pounding he gave her pussy at the end could almost count for a spanking in its own right."

Brian grinned. "How about we all take a shower, get dressed and break for lunch. We can resume with a new set of games after lunch. The piece de resistance will be a nice spanking for Suzy before the games begin."

Sandi was startled. "But we've all lost our virginity now. You don't have to screw us again."

"Of course we do," said Andy. "It wouldn't be gentlemanly to leave without us trying out each of you and giving you our best shot."

"Each of us? What do you mean by each of us? Are you all intending to have sex with each of us in turn?" asked Michelle, incredulously. "That wasn't really the deal we made. Just losing our virginity should be enough."

"Shut up, Michelle," hissed Suzy. "If they want to be gentlemen and fuck each of us in turn the least we can do is submit like ladies."

"But each of us? That means we each get fucked four times. And that spanking gave Denise an extra orgasm. You saw it. And you're next for a spanking remember, and they're bound to invent reason to spank me and Sandi."

"I can handle a spanking and an extra orgasm if I must," sighed Suzy. "Are you afraid you can't handle any more screwing right now? You can opt out and just watch if you like."

"Opt out? Are you crazy? I can handle what has already happened another three times with pleasure." Michelle giggled. "Actually, with a whole lot of pleasure. I was just worried in case the boys couldn't handle it."

"I wouldn't worry about the boys," said Denice. "They're actually pacing themselves. They each had one good fuck this morning, and they'll make sure they each get another good one this afternoon. Then we'll break for dinner and relax for the evening and I'm sure we'll all sleep well tonight. Tomorrow is another day, with time for a morning fuck and an afternoon fuck. That will give them their four fucks and it will give us our four fucks and hopeful more than 4 orgasms each."

"I'll go along with that," said Sandi, "but we need to see if we can come up with games for tomorrow. The boys are controlling everything today. Tomorrow we get more of a say."

To be Continued