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Slut

By: TryAnything



Of course, everyone is this story is over 18 years of age....

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Barbara had finally decided that her life with John just wasn’t exciting enough for her. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t a good man. He treated her okay, never abusing her or anything, just no excitement anymore. She wanted and needed more than he was providing. She had been so exciting in her youth, before she met and married John. They had talked about it, more than once. And John hadn’t expressed any reservations about expanding their lives a bit, so to speak. But he also hadn’t really done anything to make a difference either. Well, Barbara had decided to do that on her own. She couldn’t believe that she would take such a step. But she wanted to feel different, more free, more open, more, more, more like one of the sluts as she thought about them in the romance books that she read. And the other books too.

She was a small woman, only five feet, two inches tall. But her long red hair hung down to her waist in the back. Her 36-inch breasts had always turned the eye of any man, and with her narrow waist and slender, shapely legs she knew she had what it took. The only problem was that John just wasn’t taking as much as she wanted him to. She always felt horny, even after John would be so inclined as to give her some attention. They had only been married five years and he acted like he was bored with her already.

Well, she wanted more and she was determined to get it. Tonight would be a real ice breaker. Tuesday nights John and four of his friends, Al, Fred, Bill and Harry, all played poker. Each night at one of their homes. Tonight it was John’s turn to host and Barbara had decided that she was going to be the hostess, the one with the mostest, so to speak. So tonight Barbara had dressed differently than in the past. Tonight she put on a very short skirt with only a g-string under it. That combined with a string t-shirt she had borrowed from John and a pair of high-heeled shoes were it. Instead of the usual demure clothing that she wore. When John saw how she was dressed his eyes opened wide. This was really different for Barbara.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“I’m just bored,” Barbara replied. “I’ve told you. Well, I’ve decided not to be bored tonight. I need some excitement.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” John said. “That t-shirt leaves nothing to the imagination.”

“I’m surprised you even noticed,” Barbara retorted. “As little attention as you pay to me.”

“I notice plenty,” John said. “Like your nipples are getting hard because you’re mad and also excited,” he said. “And they’ll be here any minute. You should go change.”

“I won’t,” Barbara said. “If you don’t want me here, you say so. Otherwise I’m willing to take my chances.”

Just then the doorbell rang and their discussion became a mute point. Barbara moved to open the door and the four poker players were all there.

“Hi, guys. Come on in,” Barbara said, opening the door and standing aside.

They came in, their eyes fixing on Barbara’s tits, her nipples hard and straining against the material. Barbara then turned and walked back to the kitchen, swinging her hips as she went, knowing that all of their eyes were glued to her ass. She came out of the kitchen, a smile on her face, with beers for everyone, serving them as they all sat down at the table. They all bought their $20 worth of chips and settled down to play poker. The whole time Barbara served them, getting them more beer, chips to munch on, et cetera. She took every opportunity to lean over, letting her tits drape down towards the table or man she was talking to as she served him.

After a couple of hours John’s luck really turned against him and he ended up with no chips in front of him and the hand not over yet, his call and no money to bet.

“Shit, I don’t have any more chips,” John lamented.

“You know the rules,” Al said. “We play with what we bring to the table with us.”

“What about me, do I count?” Barbara asked, smiling at them.

“What do you mean?” Al asked.

“Well, I sort of came to the table with John. Can I put in for him?” she asked.

“You don’t have any chips,” Fred observed.

“Well, do I have to bet chips?” Barbara asked, almost trembling with excitement.

“What do you have in mind?” Fred asked, staring at her.

“Well, how much does John need?” she asked.

“Right now he needs about $3,” Bill said.

“What would you do if you had $3?” Barbara asked John.

“Shit, I’d raise them,” he replied. “I’d make it $5.”

“$5,” Barbara said, standing up straight. “Would you take my skirt or shirt for the $5?” she heard herself ask.

“What?” Bill said. “You mean it?”

“Sure I do,” Barbara said. “How about it? Whoever wins it can use it to bet. It’ll be worth $5, won’t it?”

“Hell, I don’t mind,” Bill said with a laugh. “Any of you mind?” he asked, looking around the table. “What about you, John?” Bill asked. “Don’t you mind?”

“He couldn’t care less,” Barbara said before John could say anything. “So, which do you want?”

“Well, since it’s my bet that he has to call, you can take off your t-shirt and use it for the $5,” Bill said.

“Is your hand worth this?” Barbara asked John.

“I think it’s a good hand,” John replied. “But it’s up to you,” he said, looking at her, wondering how far she was going to take this.

“Then here it is,” Barbara said, pulling her t-shirt off over her head and tossing it into the middle of the table.

Barbara loved the way everyone’s eyes went to her tits and stayed there. She felt her nipples get even harder, something she would have thought was impossible. They showed their cards and John won. Everyone groaned as he swept the chips and t-shirt in front of himself. But he made no effort to give Barbara her shirt back. They continued to play and Barbara moved around the table standing behind and next to each of them in turn, leaning forward and letting her tits sometimes brush against their cheeks.

Then the game got to the point were John had all of his chips in the center and her t-shirt also but the bet was to him and he had no chips left.

“$4 to call?” John asked, knowing the answer before he did so.

“That’s right,” Harry said, a smile on his face.

“I don’t have $4,” John said, a grim look on his face. “I’m tapped out.”

“Hell, what about Barbara?” Harry said with a laugh.

“What about me?” Barbara asked, her hands on her hips and her nipples standing straight out.

“John needs $4,” Harry explained, “just to stay in the game.”

“You have a good hand?” Barbara asked John, leaning against him, her tits brushing his cheek.

“Good enough,” John replied, smiling at the others.

“How much do you need?” Barbara asked.

“$10,” John replied.

“Is my skirt worth $10?” Barbara asked, looking at Harry.

“I’d go for that,” Harry agreed, nodding.

“Then here’s your $10,” Barbara said to John, reaching behind herself and unzipping her skirt, letting it slowly fall to the floor before bending over to pick it up and hand it to John.

“Here’s your $4 and $6 more,” he said, not even glancing at Barbara.

But the other four men were looking only at Barbara, their cocks hardening in their pants as she stood there in only her g-string and high heels now.

“Jesus,” Al breathed, staring at the thin wisp of material that was scrunched in between Barbara’s pussy lips.

Barbara seemingly absent-mindedly let her hand drop down to her pussy, gently stroking and rubbing her exposed pussy lips. All of the men at the table with the exception of John had their eyes glued to her.

“Well, you going to call me?” John asked Harry.

“The skirt’s not enough,” Harry said hoarsely. “I’m playing with my own money.”

“I don’t have any more money at the table,” John said. “You know that and you know the rules we play by. You’ve got all her clothes already, for Christ’s sake.”

“Not all of it,” Harry barely whispered.

“What the...” John began, turning in his seat to finally look at Barbara. “Jesus,” he exclaimed, “aren’t you wearing anything under your clothes?”

“What do you want me to do?” Barbara asked sweetly, her fingers still gently stroking her pussy lips, the material of her g-string wet between them.

“You take the rest?” John asked Harry, turning back to face him.

“Yeah, I’ll take it,” Harry said, nodding his head, beads of sweat on his forehead.

“Go on, give it to him,” John said to Barbara.

“Okay,” Barbara said, “if you’re sure about it.”

Slowly Barbara walked around the table to where Harry was sitting. Standing in front of him she continued stroking herself as she stood with her pussy just scant inches from his face. Then slowly hooking her fingers in the waistband of her g-string, Barbara began to inch it downwards, slowly sliding it down and exposing herself to Harry. As the material passed over the thatch of red hair over her pussy, it then slid over her smoothly shaved lips which were parted in excitement, her clit prominently sticking out from between them. As her g-string fell to the floor, Barbara bent over to pick it up, giving Al a great view of her pussy from behind, her pussy lips spreading open right in front of his face. Then lifting a foot to bring it to her hand, Harry saw her pussy lips spread wide, giving him an unobstructed view of the interior of her pussy. He even saw a dribble of pussy juice slide from her pussy down the inside of her thigh.

“All right already,” John said. “I’ve got three 4s,” he declared, turning his cards over.

“I’ve got three 7s,” Harry said, revealing his cards and then sliding all of the chips and Barbara’s skirt and g-string over to his side of the table.

“Shit,” John said. “What am I going to play with now?”

“Why don’t you use me as your chips?” Barbara suggested, smiling at him. “That is if everyone else doesn’t mind.”

“And what happens when someone other than John wins the hand?” Fred asked.

“Well, I guess that person gets me,” Barbara replied.

“What good does that do us?” Fred persisted.

“Well, I guess five minutes with me should be worth something,” Barbara said, letting her hands slide along her body, cupping her tits and squeezing her nipples.

“And we can do anything we want?” Al asked.

“As long as you’re reasonable,” Barbara answered, glancing at John to see how he was reacting. 

But John was only staring at the piles of chips in front of everyone but himself. It was like he didn’t even hear Barbara’s offer.

“What do you think?” Barbara asked, letting a finger slide between her pussy lips and come out glistening.

“I’m game,” Fred said, a smile on his face.

“Me too,” Al agreed.

“Sounds okay to me,” Harry said.

“Okay with me,” Bill said.

“Well, what do you think?” Barbara asked John. “Do you still want to play?”

“Just deal the cards,” John growled. “We’ll see who wins what.”

So the cards were dealt with Barbara standing there naked except for her shoes, her nipples hard and her pussy so wet everyone in the room could smell her excitement. The hand ended with Bill winning, and as he pulled the chips in the middle of the table towards himself Barbara moved around the table to stand next to him.

“I guess you win me,” she said to Bill, a smile on her face as her finger continued to slide up and down between her pussy lips. “What would you like?”

“I’d like to eat that pussy of yours, I think,” Bill said, looking at her, only glancing at John to see how he was reacting.

“Oooh, that sounds nice,” Barbara said, bringing her wet finger up to her mouth and lightly sucking on it. “What should I do?” she asked.

“How about sitting right here in front of me?” Bill suggested, sliding his chair back a bit.

“Now I really feel like a poker chip,” Barbara laughed as she sat on the edge of the table facing Bill, her knees apart so that he could see her pussy.

“Why don’t you lay back,” Bill suggested, putting a hand on each of her knees and pressing them apart.

Barbara leaned back on her elbows, wanting to watch. Al and Harry each took one of her knees and held them apart, as wide as they would go without causing her any discomfort. She watched with her breath held as Bill leaned over and stuck his tongue right into her pussy. She gasped when she felt him glue his mouth to her pussy, sucking the whole thing in as his tongue continued to plunge in and out of her hole.

Barbara lay back on the table, her head hanging off the other side as Bill continued to eat her pussy. She was staring right up at John’s face, a smile on it as he watched his friend eating her. Slowly he stood up, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, dropping it into her open and very willing mouth. Barbara felt John’s cock quickly grow to full size in her mouth as she sucked on him. The other men were watching in shock as she sucked John while Bill ate her pussy.

Quickly she had John’s entire 10 inches of cock stuffed down her throat while Bill was eating her to orgasm. She was squeezing John’s balls and fingering his asshole while she sucked on him. Bill’s tongue in her pussy was finally proving too much for her and she felt her pussy spasm as she began to cum, his lips wrapped around her clit. She pumped John’s cock like crazy as she came, almost crying out it felt so good. Then just as her own orgasm began to subside John’s cock swelled even bigger in her mouth and then a blast of cum was shooting into her mouth.

Barbara eagerly gulped at John’s cum, swallowing it as fast as he filled her mouth. She sucked him and licked his cock until there was no more cum, sucking the last little bit out of the slit at the end. Bill had finished sucking her pussy and now Al and Harry each helped her to sit up, a huge smile on her face.

“Well, that was sure nice,” Barbara said. “And John didn’t even win the hand. You’d have thought I did.”

“Let’s deal the cards then,” Fred said.

Helping Barbara down off the table, they all took their seats and the cards were dealt. Nobody said a thing as they played. There was no betting, no chips. They all knew what they were playing for. Barbara watched them with a smile on her face. She couldn’t believe what a slut she was being. She had never done anything like this in her entire life, yet here she was, prancing around a poker table naked, waiting to see who would win the hand so she could have sex with him, or them, or even maybe all of them, she thought, her nipples getting harder at the thought and her pussy getting wet again.

This time Al won the hand, a big smile on his face. Barbara walked around the table to him, her whole body tingling. She knew this was going to be good.

“I think I’ll fuck you,” Al said, standing up and undoing his pants. “But suck me a bit first to get me nice and ready,” he said, letting his cock out.

With a big grin on her face Barbara dropped to her knees and took Al’s cock in her hand, feeling the warmth of it as she gently squeezed him. When she saw a drop of pre-cum forming at the slit she opened her mouth and let her tongue slide out to softly lick the underside of the head of his cock, ending up stuck in the slit as her lips closed around it and she gently sucked. Al groaned as he felt Barbara open her mouth and let his entire cock slide into her throat, not stopping until every inch of it had disappeared in her mouth.

As everyone watched Barbara began to slide up and down on Al’s cock, sucking him. By now he was very hard and didn’t want to cum in her mouth, yet, so regretfully he reached down and stopped her, helping her to her feet with his cock standing out in front of him.

“You can just lay on the table again,” he said, helping her up. “Hold her legs more towards her head this time,” Al said to Harry and Fred, who were reaching for her legs to help.

As they spread her legs apart and up towards her head, Barbara’s pussy and asshole were totally exposed, her pussy lips spread apart and her clit sticking out prominently. Al leaned down and sucked on her pussy for a moment, sticking his tongue up inside of her. Then he slid his tongue from her pussy to her asshole, rimming her and probing at her rosebud for a moment before sliding back up and sticking his tongue back in her pussy. Then he stood up and positioned his cock at the entrance to her hole. Leaning forward his cock slowly sank into her wet and ready pussy. 

Barbara groaned with delight as Al’s cock filled her pussy. She lay back, enjoying the sensation as he slowly began to fuck her. She saw John sitting there, a smile on his face and his cock in his hand, hard again, watching as Al fucked her on the table. She reached for him, pulling him to his feet and opening her mouth to suck his cock again. The cock in her pussy only made it better as she began to suck John’s cock again, knowing he wouldn’t cum very easily and that she would get to suck him for a while.

Al was banging away at her pussy, fucking her as hard as he could. And Barbara was loving it as she sucked John’s cock. Two cocks was sure nice. Al couldn’t last very long and all too soon as far as she was concerned he moaned and slammed into her, his cock pulsating as it shot spurt after spurt of cum deep inside her pussy. She clamped down on his cock with her pussy muscles, milking him as she continued to suck John’s cock. Slowly she felt Al’s cock slide from her pussy and she knew some of their cum was dribbling onto the table too. Reluctantly releasing John’s cock, Barbara allowed them to help her to a sitting position and then off the table.

It was absolutely quiet as they dealt the cards, playing the hand in total silence as they decided who was going to have her next. It was close but Al won the next hand too. There was some grumbling from the losers who would have to wait for a chance to win a hand so that they too could have a turn with her. But Al smiled, shaking his head.

“I’m still too wasted from the last time,” he said. “I’ll win another hand later.”

“What do we do now?” Fred asked, the one who had almost won the hand.

“We could cut the cards,” Harry suggested.

“Why don’t you all just take turns,” Barbara suggested, feeling herself blush. “That would be fair, wouldn’t it?”

“All of us?” Harry asked, his eyes glazing.

“If you want,” Barbara said, nodding. “I’d sure like it All these cocks. So nice.”

“Hell, I’d love to fuck you,” Fred said. “But I’d like to eat your pussy first.”

“That sounds real nice, Fred,” Barbara said. “Why don’t you go first then?”

“All right!” Fred exclaimed as Barbara sat up on the edge of the table, spreading her thighs wide apart.

“Go on, suck my pussy for me, Fred,” Barbara implored, gently rubbing her clit with a finger. “Suck all of that cum from my pussy so it will be nice and ready for your cock.”

The rest of them watched as Fred dove into Barbara’s swampy pussy, licking and sucking as he gobbled the cum cocktail that was there. Barbara held a hand lightly around the back of his head, looking down between her tits to see Fred’s tongue sluicing in and out of her pussy. A shaved pussy was so nice for so many reasons, she thought as he sucked her. Then he stopped, standing up, his cock out in front of him. Al and Harry held her knees, holding them back against her chest almost as her pussy and asshole opened up for Fred.

Fred stepped forward, rubbing his cock in her pussy, getting it nice and wet in her juices that were already flowing. Then he pressed forward, burying his cock deep inside her pussy. Barbara gasped as she felt another cock slide into her pussy, filling her again. Barbara lay her head back again, hanging off the edge of the table. John was still sitting there slowly stroking himself as he watched yet another of his friends fucking his wife. When Barbara reached for him, John got to his feet, standing close so that Barbara could suck his cock again. 

So while Barbara got fucked, she sucked John’s cock, swallowing it completely as his hips gently moved back and forth as he fucked her face. It wasn’t long before Fred groaned and clutched at her tits as his cock began to spew forth its load of cum into her pussy. Barbara tried to concentrate on milking his cock as he came, not letting up for a second on John’s cock in her mouth. She felt Fred’s cock slowly slide from her pussy, then another cock was pushing into her and she felt herself filled once again. Looking, Barbara saw that it was Harry who was now pumping himself into her, sliding back and forth in her well-lubricated hole. By now Barbara was cumming constantly, a never-ending orgasm as she got fucked by one after another of John’s friends until she found Bill standing between her thighs again for a second go round.


Slut



Then John spoke up, saying that it was his turn. Bill easily moved aside so that John could fuck his own wife in front of them after they had all had her. As he stood between her wide-spread legs, his cock pointing at her open and gooey pussy, it was obvious that John’s cock was substantially bigger than any of the other men. Placing the head of his cock at the entrance to her hole, John simply slid his entire rod into her, burying it with one swift stroke deep in her pussy. Barbara grunted as she felt John’s cock fill like none of the others had done, almost tickling her tonsils as he drove it all the way in. Barbara began to cum again immediately when John’s cock had filled her, her pussy juicing and clasping at his cock as he slowly slid it back and forth, in and out of her pussy.

Barbara was really getting into the sensations that John’s cock was producing, watching the faces of the other four men as they watched John fuck her. She felt so nasty as she humped up against John as he thrust into her. Then suddenly she felt John pull his cock from her pussy and she gasped at the suddenness of it. Then she gasped again as she felt him pressing his cock against her rosebud, forcing himself into her ass. Barbara hadn’t taken a cock in the ass in more than ten years and never one as big as John’s. She felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes as his cock managed to force its way into her ass, only the head of it, but it was so huge and her ass so small that she felt like it was tearing her apart.

Then she felt John pressing into her again and the feeling of being torn apart increased as inch after inch of his cock pushed into her ass. She felt him pull out a bit, then push in again, even more of his cock forcing its way into her this time. Finally she realized that John was pressing against her ass with his belly and that his cock was totally buried in her ass. She was groaning from the discomfort and she could feel his cock throbbing deep inside her ass. John began to slide his cock in and out of her ass, fucking her. Slowly she felt herself adjusting to his cock and even began to enjoy the sensation of his huge cock as it moved in and out, in and out. The other men were all standing close by watching as her ass got fucked by John, a couple of them caressing and pinching and pulling on her nipples. Bill stood close by her head and she eventually relaxed enough to open her mouth to suck on his cock while John continued fucking her ass.

It seemed like an eternity to her when she finally felt John’s cock swell and then explode inside of her ass. She imagined that she could feel his cum splashing deep inside of her ass even as Bill began to cum, filling her mouth at the same time. When John finally stopped cumming he pulled his cock from her ass, laughing.

“Well, guys, what do you think of my slut wife?” he asked. “Can she take cock or what? Why don’t all of you fuck her in the ass too,” he suggested. “I know she’d like that before you go, wouldn’t you, Barbara?” 

“God, yes, fuck my ass,” she cried. “I want all of you to fuck me in the ass.”

Fred stepped forward, his cock hard in his hand.

“Turn over,” he said. “I want to fuck you from behind.”

Slowly Barbara rolled over, her ass hanging off the end of the table, cum dribbling from it. Fred moved up against her, his cock pressing into her rosebud. Surprisingly to her he easily slipped into her, his cock not quite filling her like John’s had. She enjoyed the feeling as he fucked her in the ass and opened her mouth to suck on Harry’s cock at the same time. One after another they all fucked her in the ass, cumming inside of her until she had cum dribbling from all of her holes. When the last one had finished fucking her ass, John helped her to sit up, a glazed look on her face.

“Well, I guess that’s the game for this week,” he said. “See you guys next week.”

“Well, thanks, Barbara,” Fred said, smiling weakly at her. “That was the best poker game I’ve ever been to.”

“Me too,” Harry echoed. “I loved fucking you, Barbara. Thanks a lot. And thanks, John. I’m glad you didn’t mind all of this. I don’t know if my wife would like it very much if she knew.”

“I bet Martha would love to do just what I’ve done tonight,” Barbara said weakly. “Any woman would.”

“You don’t know Martha,” Harry said with a laugh. “She’d freak out if the lights were on.”

“Well, you just bring her next week and we’ll see just how shy she really is,” Barbara said with a chuckle. “I’ll bet we can loosen her up in more than one way.”

“Good-night,” they said as they finished dressing and left.

“Good-night indeed,” Barbara said as the door closed behind them.

“I love you so much,” Barbara said, getting to her feet and hugging John. “Nobody has a cock like yours either. It was wonderful feeling all those strange cocks fucking me, but when yours filled me, well, it was like boys and a man. Did you like it?”

“I’m still horny,” John said with a grin. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been turned on like this. Seeing you take all those cocks, watching your pussy lips as they cling to each cock as it slides in and out of your pussy, I think I’m ready for some more right now.”

“Well, where do you want it then,” Barbara asked. “I haven’t had a cock in my ass since I was a young teenager, and never one like yours. It hurt at first, then I began to really like it. I think I’d like to feel what it’s like to have one cock in my pussy and another in my ass. That should be just incredible.”

“I bet you’ll manage just that, too,” John said with a laugh. “But I think I’ll just fuck that pussy of yours again.”

“Let me clean you off first,” Barbara said, getting to her feet and getting a moist towel.

After she had cleaned John’s cock off, Barbara gently pushed him backwards until he was against the sofa. As he fell back onto it, Barbara straddled him, his cock between her legs. 

“Now it’s my turn,” Barbara said, reaching between her legs and placing the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

Slowly she lowered herself onto his cock, feeling the hardness of it as it filled her pussy. Even though she had taken five cocks already in her pussy, John’s still felt like it was the first one of the night. While John squeezed and played with her tits, Barbara rocked back and forth on his cock, feeling it slide in and out of her pussy. She felt like she was on fire as she fucked him, his cock filling her.

Barbara moved, leaning back on her hands, her feet up near John’s chest on either side of him as she continued to hump her pussy up and down on his cock. Now John could see the action clearly as her bald pussy swallowed and then spit out his cock, over and over again. Her pussy lips were thick and engorged and he could also see her huge clit sticking out and rubbing against the shaft of his cock as it slid in and out of her. Her reached down and began to rub her clit with his fingers, exciting her even more as she rode his cock like a bronc buster. 

When she felt his cock swell as he was about to cum, Barbara jumped off of him, bending over and taking his cock into her mouth as it exploded, cum shooting into her throat as she sucked on him. Barbara was even more surprised when John pulled her around into a 69, sticking his tongue into her swampy pussy and sucking on her while she swallowed his load of cum. She knew that her pussy was still full of all of the cum that the other men had dumped inside of her and she was shocked that John would eat her like this. But eat her he did, chewing lightly on her pussy lips and clit, sucking on her and drinking her up until they both collapsed from exhaustion, John’s cock resting in her mouth and his mouth on her pussy.

*   *   *

Barbara woke up the next morning to the sensation of John’s tongue in her pussy, eating her again. She opened her mouth and began to suck on his cock again, feeling it quickly grow to its full size. She couldn’t believe how horny John was. Her behaving like a slut the night before had really excited him, she thought, sucking lovingly on his cock. This was the kind of excitement that she had been missing. Maybe he had been missing some extra excitement too. When his cock started gushing cum into her mouth Barbara felt herself cum too. Her excitement was at fever pitch as she felt his tongue sliding around in her pussy, his cock pulsating in her mouth as it shot cum into her throat.

The rest of the week was like this for Barbara. John would fuck her the minute he got home from work and they would spend the night until he went to work the next morning fucking and sucking. Barbara didn’t remember when she’d ever been so satisfied. By the time next Tuesday rolled around Barbara wondered how everyone would react at the weekly card game. Barbara remembered her conversation with Harry and decided to call Martha on her own. When she did, she asked her to please come with Harry to keep her company, that waiting on the boys she needed some company too. She was surprised when Martha agreed, after only a little persuading.

When everyone arrived for the game Barbara was dressed in a short skirt and a string 

t-shirt, nothing else. Her nipples were hard and easily visible through the material of the t-shirt, and the sides of her breasts were also visible from the side. Martha’s eyes opened wide when she saw Barbara, and her mouth dropped open a bit. Barbara remembered when she got there that Martha was a small woman, slightly built with short blonde hair. But she was very pretty and Barbara actually felt good to have another woman to talk to. As the boys sat down and began to play, Barbara took Martha into the other room to talk.

“I’m so glad you came, Martha,” Barbara said. “The company’s good for me.”

“I can’t believe what you’re wearing,” Martha had to say. “They can all see your breasts.”

“John says it distracts them and helps him win,” Barbara laughed. “And I don’t mind that much. It’s nice to see some appreciation from other men once in a while, you know what I mean?”

“Well, no, I don’t,” Martha replied. “Nobody’s ever looked at me like that.”

“Of course they have,” Barbara replied. “You’ve just never noticed.”

“I don’t know,” Martha said. “I’m not built like you are,” she said, eyeing Barbara’s big tits.

“Like we tell the men, it’s not what you’ve got, it’s how you use it,” Barbara laughed. “I’ll bet if we changed your top they wouldn’t be able to keep their eyes off of you.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’d like that,” Martha said, blushing.

“Of course you would,” Barbara said, “that’s why you’re blushing, just thinking of how nice it would be, aren’t you?”

“Well, maybe a little,” Martha admitted, blushing even deeper. “I’d just be so embarrassed.”

“Nonsense,” Barbara said. “Maybe at first, but then you’d just enjoy it. Trust me.”

“Well, this is how I’m dressed so there’s no chance of that,” Martha said.

“I’ll bet I’ve got a t-shirt you can wear,” Barbara said. “Let’s try.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t,” Martha said, her eyes wide.

“Let’s just try it with you and me, to see,” Barbara suggested, getting up and rummaging through a drawer and coming out with a t-shirt. “This one’s small on me so it should fit you. Here, try it on,” she said, tossing it to Martha.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” Martha said, blushing deep red.

“Just relax and try it on,” Barbara said. “I’ll go see if they need anything and then come back, okay?”

“Well, I guess I could try it on,” Martha said hesitatingly.

“That’s the girl,” Barbara said, getting to her feet and going to the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Barbara went out and walked over to John, hugging him from behind and making sure that she rubbed her tits all over his head in the process.

“Where’s Martha?” Harry asked.

“Oh, she’ll be out in a minute,” Barbara said. “We’re discussing wardrobes.”

Harry gave her a puzzled smile as Barbara turned and went back to the bedroom. When she opened the door Martha had her back to her and was just settling the t-shirt down on her body.

“Well, let’s see how that looks,” Barbara said, closing the door behind her.

Martha turned around and looked at Barbara with a red face. Barbara could see that she had put the t-shirt on, but that she hadn’t taken off her bra. The t-shirt fit her, but sat oddly because of the bra.

“I think it would look better without the bra,” Barbara said.

“Oh, no, I just couldn’t,” Martha said, alarm on her face. “I never go without one.”

“Never?” Barbara asked, a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. “Come on, try it for me,” she said. “Then you can decide which looks better.”

“I don’t know,” Martha said, looking down at herself.

“Here, I’ll help,” Barbara said, moving to stand behind Martha.

Without giving her a chance to react, Barbara reached under the back of the t-shirt and unhooked Martha’s bra.

“There, go ahead and take it off,” she said, standing back and looking at Martha.

Blushing furiously Martha reached under the t-shirt and pulled the bra out, just standing there with her hands at her sides. Barbara could see that even though she had small breasts, they were nicely formed and that her small nipples were hard.

“That looks much better,” Barbara said. “And because you’re not so big it’s not as obvious,” she said, noticing that Martha’s entire breast was visible from the side as she turned to look in the mirror.

“Oh, my, you can see me!” she exclaimed, her hands moving up to cover herself.

“Now, now, just relax,” Barbara said. “You can’t really see anything. Besides, everyone knows we have breasts. It’s not like it’s a big secret or anything.”

The look on Martha’s face when she said this caused Barbara to burst out laughing. It was obvious that the thought had never occurred to her.

“I think you look great,” Barbara said. “And so will Harry and the others,” she added.

“I don’t know,” Martha said, looking down and seeing her hard nipples. “I’d be so embarrassed.”

“They’re so into their game that they probably won’t even notice at first,” Barbara suggested. “That’s the way they are. But I’m going back out there to see if they need anything and to watch them play. You come out when you’re ready.”

Martha just watched as Barbara opened the door and went out into the other room, nervous, embarrassed, and even a little excited, she realized. She did like the way she looked with the t-shirt on, looking once more into the mirror. She didn’t have a bad body, just small. Meanwhile, Barbara had gone into the other room.

“Now don’t make a big deal of it when Martha comes back out,” she said to the men quickly and quietly. “She’s nervous. No, I won’t explain,” Barbara said. “It will be obvious. Just don’t act weird and make her self-conscious.”

They shrugged, Harry giving her a strange look which Barbara just ignored, smiling at him as she sat down. Privately Barbara wondered if Martha being there was going to affect her ability to have a good time with all of the men again. She hoped not. She had been looking forward to this all week. Each time John had fucked her or sucked her she had remembered how much fun it was to have each of the men fucking her one after the other and she was looking forward to being a slut once again. She could feel her pussy getting wet as she thought of it and tried to concentrate on watching the men play poker instead of thinking about it.

She noticed that some of their drinks were getting short, so Barbara got to her feet and went into the kitchen to get some more. As she was getting ready to return she heard the men greeting Martha. Quickly going back into the other room, Barbara saw that Martha had come out of the bedroom wearing the t-shirt, and without the bra. Barbara served the drinks then went over to Martha and hugged her, making sure that Martha felt her breasts pressing against her body. They sat down together on a sofa and Barbara was pleased to see that all of the men kept casting glances their way, checking them out.

“Told you,” Barbara whispered to Martha. “They can’t stop staring. Isn’t it great?”

“I feel embarrassed,” Martha whispered back.

“Maybe, but I’ll bet you like it too, don’t you?” Barbara asked.

Seeing Martha blush and noticing her hard nipples was all the answer Barbara needed. Barbara noticed that Bill sitting across the table was staring at the two of them, a half smile on his face. Smiling inwardly, Barbara let her knees part about six inches, affording Bill a clear look up under her skirt to her pussy.

“I’m going to see if John wants anything,” Barbara said to Martha, getting to her feet.

Walking around the table to where John was sitting, Barbara bent over to whisper in his ear, her ass pointing right at Bill. As Martha watched in shock, Bill let one hand slide up Barbara’s thigh, right up under her skirt. As she watched with her mouth hanging open, Barbara kissed John, ignoring Bill’s hand under her skirt. When Barbara finished kissing John, she stood up and Bill withdrew his hand from beneath her skirt, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them, his eyes never leaving Martha. Martha could feel herself blushing and she could feel her nipples getting impossibly harder as she found it impossible to tear her eyes from Bill’s. When Barbara sat down next to her again it broke the spell and Martha was able to look away from Bill.

“Hopefully the game will start to get interesting in a little while,” Barbara said to Martha.

“The game?” Martha said. “I can’t believe what Bill did to you while you were kissing John,” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “His hand was under your skirt.”

“I know,” Barbara replied, “his fingers were in my pussy.”

“And you just let him?” Martha asked, her mouth open in shock.

“Oh, it felt so nice though,” Barbara said. “And it didn’t hurt anything, did it?”

“I can’t believe you,” Martha said, staring at her. “How can you?”

“Don’t you like it when someone plays with your pussy?” Barbara asked.

“But, but,” Martha sputtered. “But your husband was sitting right there.”

“Oh, he wouldn’t mind,” Barbara said, dismissing the idea.

“Why not?” Martha asked, not believing.

“Because he knows that I love him and his cock more than anyone else in the whole world,” Barbara explained. “I always prefer to be with him.”

“Wow,” Martha said, sitting back against the sofa. “I never realized.”

“Come on, help me get some munchies for the boys,” Barbara said, getting to her feet.

Shakily Martha got to her feet, following Barbara into the kitchen. Barbara got some prepared snacks from the refrigerator that were in a bowl, then turned to look in the cabinets for a serving plate to put them on. Not realizing it, when she bent over to look in one of the lower cabinets her skirt rose up enough to expose her pussy and ass, and Martha was looking right at her.

“Oh, my god,” Martha exclaimed, her hand going to her mouth when she saw Barbara’s pussy. “You’re not wearing any underwear,” she said.

“I never do,” Barbara replied, standing up with the serving plate in her hand. “Here,” she said, handing it to Martha. “I’ll get some drinks.”

As Martha arranged the food on the serving tray, Barbara got out a bottle of Tequila and cut up a couple of limes, grabbing a box of salt as they left the kitchen and went back into the other room. While Barbara set up the Tequila and got out shot glasses, Martha moved around the table serving the appetizers. Barbara smiled to herself as she heard some compliments that were being paid to Martha. Gathering up the filled shot glasses, Barbara moved around the table setting one glass down in front of each of the men, then handed one of them to Martha.

“What’s this?” Martha asked, looking at the shot glass.

“Tequila,” Barbara replied, picking up one for herself.

“Oh, I never drink,” Martha said, holding it out to Barbara.

“Oh, just drink it,” Barbara said, lifting hers to her mouth and dumping it in. “It’s delicious,” she said, biting into a piece of lime. “Go on, try it,” she insisted, staring at Martha.




Slut



Reluctantly Martha brought the glass to her mouth, and at Barbara’s urging tilted it all the way up, dumping the entire contents into her mouth. Swallowing reflexively, Martha began to choke as the Tequila burned its way down her throat. Barbara handed her a lime wedge and Martha gratefully bit into it, feeling it instantly sooth her throat.

“That’s something else,” she said, shaking her head, feeling some tears in the corners of her eyes.

“It’s easy to get used to,” Barbara said. “You’ll see.”

In the next half hour they all had two more shots of Tequila and Barbara could see from the permanent flush on Martha’s cheeks that she was feeling the effects. Everyone was laughing now, feeling loosened up, the men because they felt the finale to their evening approaching, and Martha from the Tequila. Barbara was just excited anyway. Barbara started walking slowly around the table, stopping at each man’s position for several minutes before moving on. Each time Martha could see that they took advantage of Barbara’s closeness to let their hands wander up under her skirt. She knew that they were playing with her and she couldn’t believe it. She knew she was a little drunk but she couldn’t understand why she felt so alive, excited.

Then the game started getting louder as the stakes began to increase. Al was the first one to run into a deficit of chips during a hand.

“What am I going to do?” he asked.

“You should have brought Hillary,” Fred laughed. “Then you could use her for a chip.”

“Why don’t you use us?” Barbara said, smiling from her seat on the sofa next to Martha.

“What do you mean?” Martha asked, a little slurred but understanding what was said.

“Well, they run out of chips and they don’t have anything to bet,” Barbara explained. “So they bet us, or our clothes or something.”

“Really!” Martha exclaimed. “You’d do that, Harry?” she asked.

“Only if you didn’t object,” Harry said nervously.

“What do I do?” Al asked.

“Barbara and Martha should cut the cards to see who you use for your betting,” John suggested.

“That sounds fair,” Fred said. “Are you two game?” he asked, looking at them.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Barbara said. “What about you, Martha? Shall we join them in their little game?”

“But I don’t know how to play poker,” Martha said. “What would I do?”

“Oh, we won’t play the cards, we’ll be the betting chips,” Barbara explained. “Come on, let’s do it. It will be fun.”

“I don’t know,” Martha said. “I’m not sure.”

“Well, at least try it,” Barbara insisted. “If you don’t like, then don’t play, okay?”

“Well, since you put it that way,” Martha said, a slightly drunken smile on her face. “Okay.”

“Well, I’ll be,” Harry exclaimed, staring at Martha. “I never would have thought it.”

“Huh, you think you know everything,” Martha said, getting unsteadily to her feet. “That Tequila made me a little drunk, I think. Can I have one more?”

“Sure you can,” Barbara replied, quickly filling two shot glasses and handing one of them to Martha. “Bottoms up,” she said, quaffing hers.

Martha followed suit, not coughing any more and bit into the slice of lime.

“Okay, cut the cards then,” John said, his eyes glinting.

Barbara reached over and picked up a card from the table and turned it over. It was a 9. Then she turned to Martha and encouraged her to do the same. When Martha turned her card over it was a 10.

“What’s that mean?” she asked. 

“Well, that means you win and Al will use you for a betting chip,” Barbara explained. “Okay?”

“I guess so,” Martha said, giggling. “This is funny.”

“Okay, I’m in,” Al said. “Let’s see your cards.”

When they turned the cards over Al had lost and he cursed, throwing his cards down on the table.

“What happened?” Martha asked, not understanding.

“Al lost,” Barbara explained.

“So what happens now?” she asked.

“Now he has to pay up, with you,” Barbara told her.

“What do I do?” Martha asked, looking first at Barbara and then at Al.

“Give John a piece of your clothing,” Al said, shaking his head. “I thought I had that hand won for sure.”

“A piece of my clothing?” Martha asked, her mouth hanging open. “Are you kidding?”

“No, that’s how it works,” Barbara explained. “If Al had won, you would have gotten a share of his pot. This way, he pays his debt with you.”

“I’m not giving anyone any of my clothes,” Martha said, hugging her arms around herself.

“Then you won’t be able to play and I’ll have to play every hand,” Barbara said, shaking her head. “I can’t believe you’d do that to me.”

“Really? You mean...”

“I’d have to give John a piece of my clothes,” Barbara said. “And it wasn’t even my turn.”

“But what would you give him?” Martha asked, knowing that she didn’t have much on.

“Either my shirt or my skirt,” Barbara said.

“You wouldn’t!” Martha said, shocked.

“I don’t have any choice if you’re not going to play,” Barbara said. “If I want to play that’s what I have to do.”

“But what could I take off?” Martha asked. “I’m not really wearing much and they’d all see me.”

“That’s part of the fun,” Barbara laughed. “But you need to make up your mind now. Are you playing or not?”

Martha just stood there, seeing everyone staring at them, including Harry.

“Harry, what do you say?” she asked, her eyes imploring him.

“It’s your decision to make,” Harry said. “Whatever you want, that’s okay with me.”

“Well, I don’t want to be unfair to you,” she said to Barbara. “Are you sure this is all right?”

“I’m sure,” Barbara replied. “What do you want to do?”

“If you want I’ll take you home,” Harry volunteered.

“No, I don’t want to go home,” Martha said. “This is fun. I’m just not sure....well, I guess I could play this one,” she finally said.

“Great,” Barbara said. “What do you want to pay with?”

“Oh, that,” Martha giggled. “I better use my pants or I’ll be naked, sort of,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“Well, go over to John and let him take them off you then,” Barbara said.

“Really?” Martha asked.

“That’s how they do it,” Barbara smiled. “He won so he takes. It’s simple.”

“This is so strange,” Martha said, slowly walking around the table to John.

“It’s no big deal,” John said, reaching out an arm and pulling her close to him, standing between his spread legs. “It’s just a poker chip now,” he said, reaching up and beginning to undo her pants.

“Oh, this is so strange,” Martha giggled as John slid the zipper down.

Everyone watched with held breath as John slipped her pants down over her hips, bending forward so that his face was just inches from her pussy beneath her white cotton underwear. As she stepped out of her pants and John sat back up, he smiled at her.

“You smell nice,” he said, holding her pants in his hand.

Martha blushed as the rest of the men stared at her. She could feel her nipples getting even harder and she was self-conscious. Quickly she went back to the sofa and sat down, hugging her knees to her chest, not realizing that this afforded everyone at the table a view of her pussy with her underwear pulled up between her pussy lips, outlining her pussy. After a couple more hands they needed another “chip” and Barbara got to her feet. When John lost the hand, everyone laughed. Shrugging, Barbara walked around the table to Harry where he pulled her t-shirt off over her head. There were whistles from the table and Barbara pulled her nipples and rubbed her tits as she went back to the sofa and sat down next to Martha.

“God, I can’t believe you took your shirt off,” Martha said. “Your tits are so big and I can’t believe how hard your nipples are.”

“I’ll bet your nipples are just as hard,” Barbara laughed. “And look out, you may have to take your shirt off too. Besides, should I have taken off my skirt?”

“Well, I guess not, not at first anyway,” Martha laughed.

“Martha, I need you again,” Al called. “Do you mind?”

“Oh, god, what do I do if he loses?” she asked Barbara, her eyes panicked.

“You’ll have to decide that,” Barbara said. “But here’s another shot for courage,” she said, handing Martha a glass.

“Um, thanks,” Martha said, quickly drinking down the Tequila and then going to stand next to Al.

But again Al lost and everyone looked at Martha. She looked down at Harry and saw that he was smiling, encouraging her. Taking a deep breath, Martha walked around the table to John and stood in front of him. Gently John reached up and pulled the t-shirt off over her head, releasing her tits to everyone’s view. It took all of her strength, even though she was feeling quite drunk, not to cover herself with her hands. There were several whistles of appreciation and some comments. But the most surprising to her was when he reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them and then pinching her nipples and pulling on them.

“Nice tits, Martha,” John said, squeezing again.

Martha blushed and pulled away, moving over to sit on the sofa beside Barbara while the men dealt another hand.

“You were great,” Barbara said as Martha sat down close to her.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she said. “And the way John touched me.”

“Did you like it?” Barbara asked.

“Of course — well, sort of,” Martha giggled. “But right in front of everyone.”

“I think you have beautiful breasts,” Barbara said. “You shouldn’t cover them.”

“Barbara, come here,” John said suddenly, tension in his voice.

“Here we go,” Barbara said as she got up. “He’s a terrible poker player. I’ll probably lose everything tonight, even my self-respect,” she said with a laugh as she walked over to John.

The hand was played out, and true to Barbara’s prediction, John lost. Barbara walked around the table to Fred and stood in front of him. Everyone held their breath as Fred reached around behind her and unzipped her skirt, then slowly slipped it to the floor, leaving her standing there naked, her bald pussy just inches from his face. As Fred sat up with Barbara’s skirt in one hand, his other hand slid up her thigh and onto her pussy, a couple of fingers disappearing between her pussy lips as he felt her up. Then he removed his hand and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them as Barbara slowly walked back to the sofa and sat down next to Martha, her knees apart so that everyone could see her pussy.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Martha said to her when she sat down. “And the way he felt you in front of everyone.”

“I’ll bet you can’t wait,” Barbara said with a laugh. “Isn’t it exciting?”

“Oh, and so wicked,” Martha said, shaking her head. “I really can’t believe this. I think I want some more Tequila,” she said.

“You’d better watch that stuff,” Barbara warned. “People get pretty crazy drinking it sometimes.”

“This is crazy,” Martha observed, reaching for one of the two full shot glasses that Barbara was now holding. “Look how you’re sitting,” she said as she drank her glass. They can all see right between your legs.”

“Yes, and it distracts them so maybe John will have a better chance,” Barbara explained with a laugh.

“Why, you,” Martha started, then began to laugh. “That’s smart, I guess.”

“And it’s fun, and wicked,” Barbara added, laughing with her.

“Martha,” Harry suddenly said, his voice hesitant. “I need you here for a minute, please.”

“Me? Why?” she asked.

“Because I’m out of chips,” Harry explained.

“Oh, you’re going to bet me?” she asked, her face flushed.

“Do you mind?” he asked.

“Oh, no, of course not,” Martha replied in exaggerated manner, bursting out laughing. “Are you going to win?” she asked, getting to her feet.

“I think so,” Harry said, “otherwise I wouldn’t bet anything, especially not you.”

“How sweet,” Martha said, bending over and kissing him. “Go ahead.”

The hand played out and Harry, well, Harry lost and Bill won. Harry just sat there staring at his cards, not believing that he hadn’t won. The color drained a bit from Martha’s face when Bill asked her to come over to where he was sitting. Like in a fog Martha moved around the table to stand in between Bill’s legs, goose bumps on her arms and her nipples hard.

“Relax,” Bill said, reaching up and placing his hands on her hips and gently rubbing her. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, letting his hands slide down to her ass where he rubbed and caressed her, squeezing her cheeks before sliding his hands back up to the waistband of her panties and he hooked his thumbs.

Everyone was holding their breath as Bill slowly slid Martha’s panties down over her hips, now exposing some light blonde pubic hair and then her entire pussy as he pulled her panties down her legs to the floor where she stepped out of them, one hand on Bill’s shoulder for balance while his nose was pressing into her pussy. When he sat back up he slowly and deliberately cupped her pussy with his hand, letting one finger slip in between her pussy lips to rest there. She thought she would faint as he dragged his finger through her pussy lips and across her clit before removing it and putting it in his mouth, gently sucking on it.

“Now, that’s tasty,” he said, letting his hands softly rub her ass, sliding again between her legs to rub her pussy.

“Hhhmm, we should deal the cards,” Harry said, interrupting.

“Sure, deal,” Bill said, releasing Martha.

As Martha stumbled back towards the sofa to sit with Barbara, Barbara got to her feet and met her half way.

“Let’s watch them play now,” she suggested, putting an arm around her shoulders to steady her.

Martha was too drunk and too much in shock to resist as Barbara steered her back towards the table where they stood behind the men watching as they played. Suddenly it got very quiet at the table and John looked up at Barbara. Without a word being exchanged, Barbara left Martha standing next to Harry while she went and stood next to John. Barbara and Martha were facing each other across the table.

“What happens now?” Martha asked. “We don’t have any more clothes.”

“The winner of the hand, if he wins one of us, gets to do whatever he wants,” Barbara explained. “Within reason, of course.”

“What’s within reason?” Martha asked, shaking her head to clear it.

“That’s up to you to decide,” Barbara replied. “I haven’t found any of their requests not within reason yet.”

“You’ve played this before?” Martha asked, realizing.

“Just once,” Barbara replied. “It was a lot of fun.”

“I’ll say,” Bill said, showing his cards. “Beat that, John.”

“Shit, I don’t know how you do it,” John said, throwing down his cards in disgust.

“I like the stakes,” Bill said, smiling at Barbara. “And I’m feeling hungry right about now.”

“This is the interesting part of the game,” Barbara said to Martha as she walked around the table to Bill, who was sitting right next to Harry. “If you’re lucky, Harry will lose you in a hand too.”

“What do you mean?” Martha asked as Barbara moved around in front of Bill and sat on the edge of the table, her knees wide apart and her feet up on the edge.

Martha gasped when she saw Barbara sitting with her pussy so totally exposed. Bill turned and grinned at her, then turned towards Barbara’s pussy, licking his lips as he leaned forward. Martha felt her knees getting weak when she saw Bill slide his tongue in between Barbara’s parted pussy lips right into her hole. Barbara took a deep breath when she felt Bill’s tongue move inside of her, then she sighed when he began to eat her pussy. He would suck on her pussy lips, run his tongue up and down, sticking it into her hole and gluing his mouth to her as he sucked her juices. 

Martha felt herself getting wet between the legs, which was unusual enough for her, just from watching Bill eat Barbara’s pussy right there on the table in front of her and all the other men. When Barbara groaned and clutched the back of Bill’s head as she came in his mouth, Martha was beyond belief. She didn’t know if she had ever had an orgasm in her entire life, and here Barbara was having one on a poker table while her husband and everyone else watched. She looked down at Harry and saw that he was licking his lips as he watched.

Finally Bill licked Barbara’s pussy one more time and sat up, her pussy juice smeared across his face.

“God, you’ve got one sweet pussy, Barbara,” he said. “I could eat you all day long.”

“And I’d let you, too,” Barbara said, sitting up and sliding down off the table. “I love to cum like that.”

“Let’s deal the cards,” John said irritably, though in truth he had a big hardon in his pants.

Barbara moved back around the table to stand next to John, her hand on his shoulder as they played. Martha was staring at her, wondering how she could do what she had done. She didn’t look like that sort of woman, she thought. But then I’m standing here naked right next to my husband too, and if he bets me, oh my god, what will I do, she thought.

They played a hand, then another, and the tension in the room was rising noticeably. Then they played a hand and the betting was heavy and soon Harry had no chips left in front of him. He looked at his cards, looked again, then stared at the table. Finally he looked up at Martha, a lost look in his eyes.

“I need your help,” he said.

“How? Why?” Martha asked.

“This is my hand and I’m out of chips,” he explained.

“Are you going to bet me?” Martha asked, her worst nightmare about to come true.

“Only if you say it’s okay,” Harry said, a strange look on his face.

“You really want to bet me?” Martha said, looking him in the eyes, then looking down at her own nakedness.

“Only if you say it’s all right with you,” Harry said.

“You do what you want to, Harry,” Martha said. “I trust you.”

Harry turned back to the table, his hands trembling as he thought about what he was about to do and what Martha had just said to him. Was he willing to risk it? Finally he looked up, staring at John, remembering last week.

“I call you,” he said, his heart in his throat.

“Straight,” John said, laying down his cards. “What do you have?”

“Three 10s,” Harry said, laying his cards down, his face ashen, not daring to look up at Martha.

“Who won?” Martha asked, not understanding.

“I did,” John said, looking at her with a smile on his face.

“Oh my god,” Martha whispered, the color draining from her face. She felt more numb than she did with the alcohol as she digested what John had just told her. “What do I do?” she asked in almost a whisper.

“Well, you could come over here,” John said. “Nobody’s going to hurt you.”

As though from a distance Martha saw herself slowly shuffle around the table until she was standing in front of John, with Barbara standing next to him.

“Come stand here,” John said, moving his seat back from the table so that Martha could stand with her back to it.

Her eyes for some reason fixed on Barbara’s naked slit, Martha moved so that she was standing with her back to the table facing John.

“That’s better,” John said. “I think I’ll suck those cute tits of yours before I eat your pussy,” he said. “What do you think of that?”

“Oh, no,” Martha gasped, not believing what she was hearing. “Harry!”

“You made the choice,” Harry said, feeling numb himself. “But no one will force you to do anything.”

“I won’t hurt you,” John said, letting his hands caress the back of Martha’s thighs and ass.

“Just enjoy it,” Barbara said to her, reaching out a hand and brushing one of Martha’s tits.

“Just relax,” John said, leaning forward and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.

“Oh!” Martha gasped when she felt him. 

Then John pulled her closer, sucking almost her whole breast into his mouth, one hand behind her on her back, the other on her ass. Martha could only stand there. She was so shocked that she couldn’t have moved if she had wanted to. She felt thrills shooting through her body as John sucked and nibbled on her breast. Then he moved to the other one and it started all over again. She felt his hand caressing her ass move down behind her thigh and then between her legs. She could feel his fingers lightly gliding over her pussy, softly stroking her lips as he sucked on her tits.




Slut



Then John put his hands on her waist and lifted her up until she was sitting on the table in front of him. She felt panic overtaking her as he gently parted her knees, opening them, then pushed them up until her feet were resting on the edge of the table much as Barbara had done. She had to use her hands to prop herself up, but she could still see that John’s face was only six inches from her wide-spread pussy. Even with her soft downy blonde hair she could see that her pussy lips were parted and she could even see the tip of her clit peeking out from between them.

She couldn’t believe that this was about to happen as John leaned forward, gently blowing on her pussy. Then she watched as his tongue snaked out and softly traced up the inside of one of her pussy lips and then back down the other. Then he did it again, this time letting his tongue probed deeper between her lips than before, gliding over and around her hole and circling her clit. She was gasping in panic and ecstacy as she watched John’s tongue begin to explore her pussy. She realized that everyone had gathered around and they were all watching as John slid his tongue into her hole, not stopping until his face was jammed into her pussy. She almost died when she felt him sucking on her.

She looked up for a second and met Harry’s eyes. He had a gentle smile on his face as he watched how Martha reacted to John eating her pussy. As a spasm shot through her body from her pussy outwards, Martha gasped and then smiled at Harry, becoming enraptured with the feelings that John was eliciting with his tongue. She leaned further back, then just lay back altogether, her feet up on the edge of the table and John eating her pussy while everyone watched. 

She couldn’t believe how excited she was, and how little she cared. She felt so disembodied from the whole experience. Then she felt the waves begin to move through her body, one after the other after the other, and she realized that she was cumming, something that she now knew she had never done before. She felt John’s tongue sliding in and out of her hole as she continued to cum, felt him sucking at her as he drank up her juices. Then she felt herself go limp as it ended. She felt totally drained, like she had run a marathon.

She lay there for a minute, stunned by the experience. Then hands were helping her to a sitting position where she rested for a moment.

“You have a very tasty pussy,” John said, smiling at her, her juices smeared across his face. “Harry’s a lucky guy.”

“He’s never done that to me,” Martha said without thinking.

“Harry!” Barbara said, “The way you ate me I thought it was a regular thing with you. You eat pussy like a pro.”

“Let’s play cards,” Harry said, trying to change the subject.

“Wasn’t that wonderful?” Barbara asked as she helped Martha down off the table. “You were beautiful,” she added, her arm around her shoulders as she moved back a couple of steps and sat on the sofa.

“That felt so nice,” Martha whispered. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“You were great,” Barbara said. “I was nervous as hell the first time too. I’d never been with anyone since I had married John.”

“I’ve never been with anyone but Harry,” Martha said, “ever.”

“Well, tonight’s your night then,” Barbara said. “Enjoy it. You have such cute tits,” she said, letting one hand cup and caress her. “And your pussy was so cute,” Barbara said, letting her hand drop down to gently rub the inside of Martha’s thigh. “I’ve never seen another woman before like that.”

“Me too,” Martha said, remembering how Barbara had looked, feeling strange with Martha’s fingers lightly stroking her pussy lips.

“We need you,” Al said suddenly from the table.

“Who?” Barbara replied, looking at him.

“Well, both of you, I guess,” he said. “Why not?”

Reluctantly they both got to their feet, unwilling to break the intimacy that had developed between them. As they stepped up to the table, Al smiled at them. 

“Well, I’m out of chips and need someone to stand in. Any volunteers?” he asked.

“Me too,” Fred added.

“But I thought I was with Harry,” Martha said, puzzled.

“We’re pretty loose about that,” Bill said. “Basically whoever has the need.”

“Well, that doesn’t seem fair,” Martha said, her head clearing a bit from all the Tequila. “You should bring your own wife or something.”

“I think next week I will,” Bill said. “And I agree, we all should. But now, tonight, we’ve only got the two of you. I mean, if you’d rather not, just say so.”

“I don’t mind,” Barbara said. “Fun is fun, isn’t it,” she said, moving to stand next to Al.

“How about it, Martha, can you help me?” Fred asked. “Otherwise I’ll have to fold my hand.”

“I guess so,” she replied, moving to stand next to him.

Barbara was standing with her long red hair held up on top of her head with one hand, the other hand gently stroking her own pussy as the hand played out. When it was over both Al and 

Fred had lost and Harry had won.

“Well, Harry, it looks like you’ve really won this time,” John said with a laugh. “What’s your pleasure?”

Harry just sat there looking embarrassed, his face flushed red.

“I think Harry should eat Martha and find out what he’s been missing,” Barbara said.

“And you can suck him at the same time,” John added. “What do you say, Harry?”

“Let’s get them on the floor,” Bill said. “It will be easier that way.”

Martha just watched them discussing this with her mind in a turmoil. How was this possible? They were talking about her Harry eating her pussy in front of them, something he had never ever done anyway. She felt Bill taking her by the hand and leading her over to the carpeted area next to the poker table. Barbara had come around the table and pulled Harry over with her, encouraging him to lay down on his back on the carpet. Martha was standing next to Harry’s head, looking down at him as he stared up at her. She could feel her nipples hardening and knew that her pussy was getting wet again as everyone just watched them for a second in complete silence. Then she felt Bill’s hand on her ass, a finger sliding down between her cheeks to slip between her pussy lips.

“Go ahead, kneel down,” he said, his finger still in her pussy.

As if in a dream Martha knelt down with one knee on either side of Harry’s head, her pussy open just inches above his face, a view that to her knowledge he had never had before. Harry was staring at his wife’s open pussy in front of his face, surprised to realize that he had never looked at her this way. He noticed how sexy her pussy was, with her lips parted and her small little clit trying to peek out from between them. He also noticed how wet she was.

Martha was kneeling facing Harry’s feet, and she could see that his cock was hard in his pants as she felt his breath on her pussy. Then she felt herself melt when his mouth fastened onto her pussy, his tongue sliding up into her as he began to eat. She groaned, grateful for the fact that Bill was still standing behind her as she leaned back, unable to hold herself up as she lowered her pussy onto Harry’s face and he ate her. She felt Bill’s hands slide down over her shoulders and begin to caress her tits, rubbing them and pinching and pulling on her nipples as Harry ate her pussy.

Then through the haze of excitement that was blinding her, she saw Barbara kneel down and unfasten Harry’s trousers, pulling his zipper down and then pulling his trousers as well as his underwear down, releasing his hard cock. She then removed his shoes and finished pulling his trousers and underwear off, leaving him naked from the waist down as he continued to eat her pussy. She watched as Barbara got down on her hands and knees between Harry’s legs and grasped his cock in her hand. She gasped when she saw Barbara open her mouth and suck the head of Harry’s cock in, stroking his shaft and balls with her hands as she sucked on him. Then she opened her mouth again and lowered her face onto his cock until it had entirely disappeared into her mouth. She felt Harry groan into her pussy as he ate her.

Martha was feeling totally disembodied from herself as she knelt on Harry’s face and he ate her pussy in front of everyone while Barbara sucked his cock. She had never sucked Harry’s cock, or anyone’s for that matter, and she found herself staring at Barbara as she sucked on Harry. Then she was aware of John kneeling behind Barbara and realized that he too was naked. As Barbara gasped and John moved his hips back and forth, Martha knew that he was fucking her in front of everyone while she sucked Harry’s cock. 

She was still leaning back against Bill and she realized that it was his hard cock that she was feeling against the back of her head as he continued to marvelously massage her tits and play with her nipples. She felt like her body was on fire as Harry continued to suck her pussy, his tongue shooting in and out of her hole. Suddenly Harry groaned into her pussy and she saw that Barbara’s cheeks were billowing and she knew that Harry had cum in Barbara’s mouth. She watched in fascination as Barbara sucked and gulped Harry’s cum, swallowing all of it, not a drop escaping her mouth. Then she felt her own pussy spasm again and she was having her second orgasm of the night, her pussy juices flowing into Harry’s eager sucking mouth. She couldn’t believe how it felt as Harry sucked on her hole and everyone was watching. Barbara was watching her, licking her lips and Martha could see that Harry’s cum still filled her mouth as she swallowed yet again.

Then she felt Bill gently pushing her forward and she had no choice but to put out her hands and stop herself from falling forward onto Harry’s body. She felt something pushing against her pussy and then realized that it was Bill’s cock as he pushed it slowly into her. She opened her mouth to protest but Barbara leaned forward at that moment and kissed her, shoving her tongue into her mouth and swirling it around. She knew that the taste on Barbara’s tongue was her Harry’s cum and she felt herself responding, sucking on Barbara’s tongue in her mouth as Bill began to fuck her in earnest from behind.

Martha couldn’t believe this was happening to her as she felt her whole body on fire. She felt a rubbing on her clit and realized that it was Harry still laying under her watching Bill’s cock slide in and out of her pussy. She moaned at the wonderful feelings coursing through her body. Then Barbara broke their kiss and gasped, and Martha saw that John was moving around so that he was kneeling next to them, his huge cock sticking out in front of him, all shiny and slick with Barbara’s pussy juices. He stuck his cock in between their faces and Barbara opened her mouth and began to lick and suck on it, one hand massaging John’s balls.

Martha had never seen a cock so close up before and she was mesmerized by how it looked as Barbara sucked on it. Then Barbara reached up with one hand around the back of Martha’s head and pulled her forward to another kiss, but this one with John’s cock in the middle. She found herself with her mouth open and the head of John’s cock in her mouth and she sucked on it, surprised at the flavor and softness, while at the same time it was so hard. She felt the head of his cock swell, and not knowing what was happening, choked as the first spurt of John’s cum shot into her mouth. Both John and Barbara were holding her head tight against John’s cock and she had no choice but to let his cock fill her mouth with his cum. When she felt that her mouth was just so full that she couldn’t hold any more, she reflexively swallowed, gulping down a whole mouthful of his cum. And more kept coming from his cock. 

She found herself willingly sucking on his cock now, finding that she liked the taste and the flavor of it, especially that warm cum, salty and sticky as it slid down her throat. Then she realized that Al was behind Barbara and was fucking her now. Barbara was just smiling at her, every once in a while reaching out with her tongue to lick John’s cock. Then she felt Bill press hard into her and knew that he was cumming deep inside of her pussy, filling her with his cum. She felt his cock slip from her pussy, only to immediately be replaced by Fred’s. She moaned and began to cum immediately, overcome with sensation as Fred’s cock immediately began to pound her pussy.

She had never had sex like this, had never even imagined it, and here she was being fucked by one man after another while her husband lay under her playing with her clit, watching the different cocks slide in and out of her pussy. She lost track of how many times she got fucked, how many cocks were put in her face that she sucked on, some of them cumming in her mouth, all of them cumming in her pussy.

Then Harry wriggled out from underneath her and Barbara laid down on her back, never losing Al’s cock that was jammed in her pussy. Moving her arms to accommodate Barbara, Martha found herself with Barbara’s legs under her arms, bent almost back over her head as she could now clearly see Al’s cock as it slid in and out of Barbara’s bald pussy lips. She was fascinated by the way Barbara’s inner pussy lips clung to Al’s cock as it withdrew each time from her pussy, and the way her big clit would rub along Al’s shaft at the same time, in and out. She felt the cock that was fucking her suddenly explode deep in her pussy and she was filled yet again with a load of cum. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have a cock filling her pussy and fucking her, and fucking and fucking and fucking her, not just a few strokes and then it was over. This is what it was supposed to be like, she thought, grinding her ass back into whoever it was that was fucking her.

Then she felt the cock slip from her pussy to be replace almost immediately by — by a mouth, she realized, now knowing what that felt like. She immediately began to cum as she felt the soft velvety tongue slither up into her hole, sucking the cum from her pussy. She looked down beneath herself and was shocked to see that it was Barbara sucking her pussy while Al continued to fuck her. She couldn’t believe that another woman was sucking her pussy. Actually she didn’t believe that she was doing any of this. Then she felt a cock larger than any she’d felt so far begin to push into her pussy. She looked back and saw that John was kneeling behind her and that it was his cock that was filling her pussy like she’d never imagined it possible.

She groaned as she felt him push himself all the way into her, not believing that it was possible to accommodate such a large cock. Then she saw Al pull his cock from Barbara’s pussy not six inches from her face. It was hard and slick and gooey from being in Barbara’s swampy, cum-filled pussy and it was pointing right at her face. As she opened her mouth to gasp again at the size of John’s cock, Al leaned forward and slid his cock into her mouth. She was surprised but she closed her mouth on it and began to suck, tasting Barbara’s pussy juice all over it. Al had only slid his cock in and out of her mouth a couple of times when she felt it swell and then explode, cum shooting into her mouth once again. Martha sucked and sucked, swallowing all of his cum and licking and sucking all of his and Barbara’s combined juices from his cock. Then Al slowly backed away and Martha was staring at Barbara’s wide open pussy, her lips swollen from being fucked so much, and her clit hard and sticking out from between. She could see dribbles of cum seeping from Barbara’s hole as John continued to slam his cock in and out of her pussy from behind. She felt Barbara sucking on her clit and licking her pussy as John continued to fuck her.

Almost overcome by all the sensations and worn out from being fucked steadily for more than an hour, Martha leaned down, laying herself on top of Barbara’s body, her face on her thigh. She could smell the excitement and the cum in Barbara’s pussy with her nose just inches from it. Then without thinking about it, Martha just lowered her face into Barbara’s pussy, sticking her tongue up inside her and beginning to suck, just like everyone had been doing to her all evening. She was surprised by how she enjoyed the flavor and how wonderful it was to lick and suck on another woman’s pussy. She could feel Barbara sucking on her clit and pussy as John’s cock continued to fuck her.

Then she felt John’s cock withdraw from her pussy. Looking down beneath herself, she saw that he had lowered his cock into Barbara’s waiting mouth and she was sucking on it, cleaning all of the gooey juices from it. Then from the sounds Barbara was making Martha knew that John had begun to cum and was filling her mouth with his seed. She returned her attention to Barbara’s pussy, sucking at her hole with abandon, trying to get all of the cum that had filled her pussy and eat it.

Finally she felt Barbara stop sucking on John’s cock and her pussy and she tired of eating Barbara’s pussy. In fact she was totally exhausted. She figured that she had been fucked and sucked and visa versa as much tonight as in her whole life up to this point, and she had been married to Harry for almost 12 years. Things were sure going to be different in the future, she vowed to herself as she lay on top of Barbara, breathing heavily.

“God, I feel like I’ve just fucked the US Army,” Barbara sighed from underneath Martha. “I’m just beat.”

“I’m so tired I don’t know if I can move,” Martha said. “I’m worn out completely.”

“You two are the most fun I’ve ever had,” Al said, shaking his head in wonderment. “Two incredible pussies and wonderful blowjobs.”

“I never thought I’d live to see the day when I took something like that as a compliment,” Martha laughed. “But I feel more fulfilled than I ever thought possible. I can’t believe that all of you took turns fucking me, both of us,” she said, finally rolling off of Barbara onto her back on the floor. “I just loved it. And I loved having my pussy eaten,” she said. “How come you never did that before, Harry?” she asked.

“I didn’t want to offend you,” Harry said, sighing. “I thought you’d find it perverted or something.”

“I probably would have,” Martha agreed. “But not anymore. I like having my pussy sucked and I like sucking cocks. And I loved eating Barbara’s pussy. It was so tasty. I feel like I’ve been born again and life is fun now.”

“Wait until John fucks you in the ass,” Barbara laughed. “Then you’ll know you’re alive, believe me.”

“You do that?” Martha asked, sitting up and looking at Barbara and then John.

“Oh, yes,” Barbara said. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“I never imagined doing it that way,” Martha said. “It seems so unnatural.”

“It feels it too at first,” Barbara laughed. “But once you get used to it, it’s just as nice as having it in your mouth or pussy.”

“I hate to say it, but it’s getting late,” Al said. “Mary’s going to be getting pissed off if I don’t get home soon.”

“Yeah, me too,” Bill said. “Maybe we should call it a night.”

“What about next week?” Barbara asked, “are you going to bring your wives?”

“Mary’d shit herself and kill me if she knew about this,” Al laughed.

“I’m not married,” Fred said. “My sister’s my roommate.”

“Well, bring her then,” Barbara said. “I’m sure she’ll have fun.”

“Oh, sure,” Fred said. “I can just picture bringing Sue to an orgy.”

“This is not an orgy,” Barbara said, “just an alternative card game. And I think if you want to play you should have to contribute as much as anyone else. So either bring your wives or your sisters or your mothers,” she said with a laugh, “but don’t come by yourselves next week. You agree, Martha?”

“Oh, I think that sound fair to me,” Martha said. “I wouldn’t have come if I’d known what this was all about, but now that I did, I’m really glad,” she said, getting to her feet and stretching. “Come on, Harry, let’s go home and you can eat my pussy some more for me,” she said with a laugh. “God, I can’t believe I’m even talking like this,” she said, “especially not in front of other people.”




Slut



“But we’re not just other people anymore, are we?” Barbara said, getting to her feet and putting an arm around Martha.

“No, we’re not,” she replied, turning to look at Barbara, “definitely not,” she said, hugging her and then turning her face up and kissing her. “It’s special now,” she said after she broke off the kiss.

There was much grumbling and laughing as everyone got dressed to go. When Martha reached to put on her panties, Barbara leaned over and whispered in her ear. Martha laughed and threw her panties at John.

“Here, I won’t be needing these anymore,” she said.

“Thanks,” John said, holding them to his face and inhaling deeply.

“Goodnight, everyone,” Barbara said as they all left. “See you next week.”

Once they had all left Barbara turned to John with a wicked grin on her face.

“All that talk about how good your cock feels in my ass has me wanting it,” she said. “Are you ready?”

“Bend over and find out,” John said, massaging his cock in his hand. “Let’s see how well it really fits,” he said.

Barbara bent over, placing her hands on the floor and spreading her legs wide, opening her ass and pussy to her husband. She felt John’s cock pressing into her pussy and sliding all the way into her. She sighed as she felt him stroking his cock in and out of her pussy, delighting in the way it filled her like no other. Then she felt him slide his cock from her pussy up to her asshole and press against it. Willing herself to relax, Barbara felt the head of his cock slide into her ass, followed quickly by the rest of it. She felt it stretching her to the max as he slowly pressed forward, sliding inch by inch of his man meat deep into her bowels. Finally she felt him bury himself all the way inside of her, his cock pulsating. Then he began to fuck her, pumping his cock in and out of her ass, making her whole body shake with each thrust, challenging her to maintain her balance as he slammed his cock in and out of her pussy.

“Did you like Martha?” Barbara gasped between strokes. “Did she make you horny?”

“She was fine,” John replied, fucking her. “But I would like to fuck her in the ass. If it’s half as tight as her pussy was it will be a great fuck,” he said, not breaking his rhythm. “Did you like sucking her pussy?” he asked. “I never knew you did that.”

“I never did before,” Barbara said, pushing back against him as he continued stroking his cock in and out of her ass. “But it sure was nice, tasty. Now I know why men like to eat pussy.”

“And fuck it too,” John said with a laugh as he rocked his hips back and forth. “I’ll bet old Harry has some explaining to do tonight,” he laughed.

“I’ll bet he has some fucking and sucking to do tonight,” Barbara laughed, his cock slamming into her.

“If he’s lucky,” John replied, increasing the tempo. “Maybe he’ll get to take her ass cherry and fill her with cum,” he said. “Like I’m about ready to do now,” he said, furiously fucking her.

“Yes, cum in my ass,” Barbara said. “Picture Martha and cum in my ass.”

“Yes,” John said, slamming himself into her one last time as his balls exploded. “Fuck you,” he said, cum pumping from his cock into her ass.

“Yes, fuck me,” Barbara said, wriggling her ass against him as she felt his cum splashing deep inside of her. “Fuck my ass.”

“Ah, you are too much,” John said, his cock shrinking now that he had finished cumming. “I’m all fucked out.”

“Well, I’m not,” Barbara said, slowly standing up. “But it will do.”





*   *   *

Barbara spent the next week thinking of how to arrange and handle poker night the next time. She really wanted all of the men to bring their wives, excited by the prospect of the orgy it could turn out to be. Finally after several days she came up with an idea that she thought had a chance of working. She picked up the phone and called Martha, whom she hadn’t spoken to since the card game. She was pleased that Martha was happy to hear from her, telling her how she had had the best time and how great her week had been since. She couldn’t believe how good life was.

Barbara explained what she had in mind for the next game, two days away. Martha gasped at first, then laughed as she realized how much fun it would be and how easy to set the whole situation up. She agreed to make a couple of phone calls and Barbara would make the others.

Tuesday night arrived and Barbara couldn’t wait. She had heated up the hottub as part of the plan and almost jumped when the doorbell finally rang. She opened it and was glad to see that it was Martha and Harry. She hugged them both, kissing them both as they closed the door behind them. Shortly the rest of the boys arrived, all of them with their wives and Fred even brought his sister. She was very different from Fred, long dark hair, full chest, long legs. Al’s wife was a sweet-looking strawberry blonde, average in size but with a really friendly smile. Bill’s wife looked like trouble, though. She was very stern looking , not much of a smile crossing her face as she looked around. She had short hair, mousy brown, and seemed to have a very nice figure.

Everyone was introduced around and drinks were served. Then John cleared his throat and said that the idea was to play cards. There was much laughter as the men went into the other room to play cards, leaving the women out by the hottub. It turned out that Al’s wife’s name was Betty, Fred’s sister was Fran, and Bill’s wife was Sue.

“I’m so glad you all came tonight,” Barbara said. “It’s always sort of boring with just the boys. Did everyone bring a suit?” she asked. “They’re not mandatory, you know, just in case you wanted one.”

There were some smiles and a couple said yes. Barbara wondered why Sue was so uptight, noticing that she seemed very uncomfortable, but decided to just let her relax in her own way. They all sat around talking, appraising each other, wondering what they were going to the whole evening while the men played cards. Barbara got up and got a platter of finger food that she had prepared and they happily ate that while they talked. Their drinks got refilled twice and everyone was feeling much looser, more relaxed. Barbara noticed that even Sue had begun to talk with the others and was even smiling.

“Hey, I don’t know about you all, but I’m ready for the hottub,” Barbara said, getting to her feet. “Anyone going to join me?” she asked.

“That sounds great,” Martha chimed in. “Who else?” she asked.

There was a chorus of agreement from the others.

“Well, there’s a bathroom down the hall, past the men,” Barbara added, giggling, “for those who need it. I’m going to close the blinds here and we’ll have privacy, not that those dummies would notice us when they have their cards to play,” she added.

Going over to the tub, Barbara bent over and checked the temperature with her hand. Feeling how hot it was, she stood up, a smile on her face.

“It feels just wonderful,” she said, grabbing her shirt and pulling it up over her head, nothing on underneath. “Let’s go,” she said as she dropped her shorts, also naked under them, and turned and slowly lowered herself into the tub.

There had been silence from the other girls as she had undressed, and Barbara had noticed, so she had been extra careful to act like it was nothing. But secretly she was excited by the way they had looked at her, measuring her. Her nipples had hardened instantly and the hot water felt good as she sank down into it. She saw the Martha had walked over to the tub, pulling her shirt off over her head and dropping it by the tub. Then she too pushed her shorts down to the ground, stepping out of them with her back to the others, naked, and stepped into the pool.

Barbara could see that Martha’s nipples were hard as she stepped into the pool, and she also noticed that the hair surrounding her pussy lips had been shaved, leaving them smooth and exposed, the only hair above her slit. Barbara could just make out the tip of her clit sticking out from between them as she stepped into the pool and sank down into the water next to her, a big smile on her face.

“You look great,” Barbara whispered. “I can’t wait to eat your pussy.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Martha asked, turning to look at the others to avoid Barbara’s blatant comment.

“Well, I don’t need a suit,” Fran said, stepping over to the pool and pulling her shirt over her head. She was wearing a bra and had to unhook it, releasing two beautiful breasts with big dark brown nipples that quickly hardened into knots on the ends. She stepped out of her pants, then pushed her panties down to the ground. Barbara and Martha could see that she had a very full, luxuriant bush between her legs, and Barbara imagined that she saw a flash of pink as she stepped up and into the tub.

The rest of the girls laughed and giggled, but they all began to undress, dropping their clothes by the tub as they stepped in. Betty’s strawberry blond hair also covered her pussy, and she had nice, smaller breasts with pink nipples. She was freckled all over her body and she blushed as she stepped into the pool. Barbara definitely saw her pussy lips part as she stepped in and felt herself get wet at the sight. Sue turned out to be the surprise, with a perfect body and absolutely no hair on her pussy. It looked like a newborn baby’s pussy, except that her clit stuck out from between her pussy lips by almost a half an inch. She blushed slightly as she stepped into the pool, and Barbara smiled at her as their eyes met.

They all relaxed into the hot water, letting it soak into them and sooth their muscles. Then Barbara finished her drink and stood up.

“I’m getting another drink,” she said. “Can I get everyone a refill?”

There were a chorus of yeses as everyone drained their drinks and Barbara took all the glasses to the bar to refill them. She poured them strong and took the opportunity to squat down in front of each of the women as she gave them their glasses, her knees spread so that they could look up her legs right into her shaved pussy, which they all did, deliberately or inadvertently. There were some gasps as they tasted their drinks. She had poured them strong. Before she stepped into the pool Barbara picked up all of the clothes and set them on one of the chairs, but the chair closest to the sliding glass door. Then she returned to the pool and slid into the water.

They laughed and drank and soaked, the tub small enough so that the five of them had to rub against each other as they sat there. Barbara turned to Martha and began to rub her shoulders, giving her a massage as they all carried on. Martha leaned back into Barbara as she rubbed her shoulders, enjoying the massage. Every once in a while Barbara would let her hand slide around Martha to rub or cup her breast, unbeknownst to the others. Then suddenly there was a rapping on the sliding glass door. There were a couple of shrieks as they attempted to sink lower into the pool, afraid that one of the men were going to intrude.

“It’s probably John,” Barbara said, getting to her feet. “I’ll see what he wants,” she said as she stepped out of the tub and went over to the sliding glass door. She opened the door slightly and talked to him, then turned to the others.

“They want some food,” she explained. “I’ll be right back,” she said, stepping through the sliding glass door.

The other girls giggled as Barbara disappeared and relaxed again, the alcohol and the heat of the tub a dangerous combination. Five minutes went by before Barbara returned, a smile on her face.

“That solves that problem,” she said with a smile.

“Did you serve them like that?” Betty asked, her eyes wide.

“You know, I didn’t even think about it,” Barbara said, looking down at her naked body. “I guess I did.”

“Oh, my,” Betty said, bursting out laughing. “They must have loved that.”

“Well, they did have a suggestion,” Barbara said.

“What?” Martha asked, on cue.

“They want us to play cards with them,” she said.

“There’s too many of us,” Sue observed. “There’s not enough cards in the deck.”

“That’s what Bill said,” Barbara laughed. “They decided that one of us at a time should play a hand with them,” she explained.

“How weird,” Fran said. “And how do we decide who that will be?”

“Well, they gave me a deck of cards for us,” Barbara said, holding it up. “We’ll play our own game and decide that way. What do you think?”

“That sounds like fun,” Martha said. “I mean us playing cards.”

“What do you think?” Barbara asked.

“Why not,” Fran said, swallowing the rest of her drink. “If I can keep on drinking these I won’t care about anything.”

There was general agreement to that statement and Barbara poured another round of drinks, feeling fairly drunk herself and knowing that the other girls were too. But this time she poured her drink and Martha’s much less strong than the others, making theirs as strong as possible.

“Come on, let’s play at the table here,” Barbara said, putting the drinks down on the table.

“Where are our clothes?” Betty asked as she got out of the tub.

“I put them on a chair over by the door,” Barbara said.

“Where?” Betty asked. “They’re not there.”

“I put them right here,” Barbara said, going over to the chair she had set them on. “I’ll bet one of our damned men took them,” she laughed. “Your damned men,” Fran said with a laugh. “Fred’s just my brother.”

“What are we going to do?” Betty asked, shaking her head.

“Let’s play cards,” Barbara said, sitting down at the table. “We can play cards without our clothes I think.”

There was general laughter when she said this and they all slowly got out of the tub, their skins glowing red from the heat and the alcohol. Betty and Sue were noticeably wobbly on their feet as they sat down. They played a couple of hands, getting used to it, then there was a knock on the door again. They all tried to hide their breasts behind their cards as Barbara went over to the door.

“Did you take our clothes?” she asked John sternly.

“Yes,” John replied with a laugh. “Why?”

“Well, that’s not nice,” Barbara said. “You should give them back.”

“No, not yet,” John said. “We want to play with you first.”

“Oh, how sexy,” Barbara said, hearing the other girls burst out laughing.

“So, are you going to play with us?” John asked.

“Oh, that sounds sexy too,” Barbara said, laughing now. “We’ll play a hand and see,” she said. “And bring us our clothes.”

“Just hurry,” John said, walking away.

“Okay, let’s play this hand to see who gets to play with the boys,” Barbara said, still laughing.

“What do you mean?” Betty asked. “How?”

“I don’t know,” Barbara said. “The winner plays with them. Or the loser. What do you say?”

“Well, is it winning to go in there?” Fran asked, smirking as she took another swallow from her drink.

“I guess that remains to be seen,” Barbara replied.

“I think it’s winning,” Martha said. “Let’s play winner goes.”

There was a murmur of consensus and the cards were dealt. When the hand was over Martha had won. There were some released breaths and looks around the table when they realized that they wouldn’t have to go in the other room as Martha got to her feet. Barbara got up too and went over to the door and opened it.

“John, bring us our clothes,” she called out.

“After you play,” he said, “maybe.”

“What do you want to do?” she asked Martha, seeing the excitement in her eyes.

“I’ll just go get my clothes,” Martha said. “Harry’s there. I’m not worried.”

“Wow,” Betty said, shaking her head. “This is crazy and I think I’m drunk.”

“We all are,” Sue said with a grin. “And if you’re not careful you might win a hand.”

They all burst out laughing when she said this and Martha took a deep breath and went into the house, Barbara closing the door after her. She returned to the table and they laughed and played several more hands before Martha finally returned, a big smile on her face, and without her clothes.

“Where are your clothes?” Betty asked.

“Oh, I forgot,” Martha said with a laugh. “It just didn’t matter in the end, I guess,” she said.

“Did you play?” Fran asked. “What happened?”

“Oh, I played all right,” Martha said

“And?” Betty asked.

“And I can’t wait to play again,” she said, laughing.

“But what happened?” Betty insisted.

“You should find our for yourselves,” Martha said.

“I want to know,” Sue said suddenly, leaning forward, “or I’m not playing any more.”

“Me too,” Betty said. “What happened?”

“Well,” Martha began, exchanging looks with Barbara, “they didn’t want me to play cards with them, they wanted to use me as a chip,” she said, a nervous laugh escaping her.

“A chip?” Betty said. “Why?”

“Well, Al was out of chips and he couldn’t play any more,” she explained. “So they agreed that whichever one of us came in there, we would be Al’s chips. So he bet me.”

“Wow!” Fran exclaimed. “What happened?”

“Well, if Al had won I would have gotten some of the chips, I think, but he didn’t,” she said.

“So what happened?” Barbara asked, joining in.

“Well, as it turns our Harry won the hand, so he won me,” she told them.

“And that’s it?” Betty asked. “That’s all?”

“Well, no,” Martha said. “I had to do whatever Harry wanted, sort of him cashing his chip in.”

“What did he want?” Betty asked.

“Well, he wanted to eat my pussy,” Martha said, finally blushing, even through the alcohol.

“You’re kidding?” Fran asked, her mouth hanging open. “He said that?”

“Yes,” Martha nodded.

“And?” Fran asked.

“And he made me cum like crazy!” Martha said, covering her face with her hands. 

“Wow!” Betty said, staring at her. “You’re kidding!”

“Where?” Sue asked, staring at her with a strange look on her face.

“On the table,” Martha said, looking up at her, a smile on her face. “They all watched. I can’t believe how excited I got.”

“But what if Harry hadn’t won?” Sue asked.

“I don’t know,” Martha answered, looking her in the eye. “There’s only one way to find out.”

“Let’s play then,” Barbara said. “That’s the only way.”

“You want to play?” Betty asked, staring at her, her eyes having a hard time focusing.

“I’m curious too,” Barbara said, “though I sort of had a preview.”

“What do you mean?” Fran asked.

“When I took them their food,” she explained. “John asked me to suck his cock for luck.”

“God!” Betty said. “You didn’t!”

“Oh, yes,” Barbara said. “I’ve never turned him down.”

“In front of everyone?” Fran asked.

“I guess,” Barbara said. “I was sort of busy but I guess they could all watch if they wanted.”

“And you still want to play?” Sue asked her, a smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Barbara said. “It might be fun.”

“I’ll say,” Betty said. “Wow.”

“You don’t have to play,” Barbara said.  “None of us do. But I’m willing. Is anyone else?”

“Oh, I’ll play,” Martha said, a smile on her face. “My pussy’s still tingling from Harry.”

Barbara looked at Sue.

“Sure,” Sue shrugged. “It might be fun at that,” she said, smiling at Barbara.

“Well, I’ll see how it goes,” Fran said. “But I’m not sure still.”

“Well, I’m not sitting here by myself,” Betty said. “But this is weird.”

“Let’s play then,” Barbara said. Come on.”

They all sat back down and the cards were dealt. When it was over Fran had won the hand.

“Oh, shit,” she said, “and I wanted to see how it went.”

“Now you’ll really find out,” Sue said laughing. “And you can tell us.”

“Oh, I can’t walk in there naked,” she said. “And my brother’s in there. He hasn’t seen me naked since we were kids.”

“Then I’d say he’s in for a rare treat,” Barbara said, smiling at her. “They all are.”

Everyone agreed, embarrassing Fran even more. Slowly she got to her feet and walked over to the sliding glass door.

“Do you want one of us or all of us to come with you?” Barbara asked.

“Oh, god, I don’t know,” Fran said. “I don’t know if I can do this.”




Slut: A Show



I can hardly keep my excitement to myself. Rushing around the house in my tank and a thong I can't help but watch out the window for his car. I wanted to make sure I was perfect for Daddy so I took 2 showers and even went out for a wax this afternoon. Daddy left on a trip a few weeks ago. I've been home here all on my own for 27 days. Of course Daddy checked in on me, and the one time I did smart off I regretted it not even 15 minutes later. Lady Natasha paid me a visit for Daddy. I still have bruises from that. I made sure to keep up on my responsibilities and follow all of the rules from that moment on. I learned that Daddy has cameras in the house and even when He's not here He knows what I'm up to. I climb on to the counter in the kitchen and lay back looking up at the skylight. The moon is full overhead and even though I'm excited that He is returning, it's well past my bedtime and I can't help but dose off. 

I feel a cold streak slid up my right leg and shutter. I try to sit up and almost shout. Daddy put's his hand over my mouth and pushes me back down. 

"Oh no my slut it's too late for that. I told you when we spoke this morning you had 2 options; be laying in my bed naked and ready for use or be knelt by the door in my collar. You've done neither, it's a shame! A good Daddy like me, coming home to his girl after a month away and the first thing I have to do is to discipline you for disobeying orders." 

I shake my head and try to plead with him. He pulls his hand away and looks me in the eyes. I know I'm in trouble when he gives me that stern look. 

"Daddy, I'm sorry- I expected you hours ago and was too excited to lay in bed and wait and I came out here and thought that I'd meet you at the door but it's soooo late I fell asleep Daddy, it won't happen again! I promise!!" I pout my lip just a little and take his hand in mine. Daddy pulls me off the counter and lowers me to my knees. In his hand is my lead. I know my pleas are heard and dismissed in the same moment. Daddy clips the D-ring and starts to head for the front door; I silently follow on my hands and knees. 

Daddy opens the back hatch of the van and I climb in. This is where I sit when I am in trouble. Daddy clips the cuff restraints that are welded into the back to my wrist and ankles. He opens the lock box and pulls out a few things. He places a blind fold over my eyes and swats my ass a few times.

"I think my slut needs to be reminded of her place." he growls in my ear. "You're going to act like a spoiled little girl; disobeying Daddy after all I've done for you?" He swats my ass again harder. I hear the swipe of his belt leaving the loops and tence up. "Count." He orders.

*whap, slap, smack* 

"OUCH DADDY NO!!!" I scream and start to cry. 

"What was that?" Daddy voice gets very low, almost a whisper. I swallow hard and chills run down my spine.

"ANSWER." Daddy commands. I stay silent, wishing I would vanish.

"Oh Darlin', you picked the wrong day to be suborn." Daddy reaches up and shuts the hatch on the van. I can't see where we are driving, and Daddy has turned the radio up so He cannot hear me. I am scared by his silence. Usually when I'm in trouble Daddy mouths off to me the whole way, asking questions, demanding answers, and warning me about how sorry I am going to be. He's only ever been silent once. My body cringes as it thinks back to the slave treatment days. The van comes to a stop. Daddy shuts it off and walks back to the hatch. Still silent, I feel him touch my shoulder, kiss my forehead and whisper. "Daddy loves you Sessa." I feel a cold swipe of metal across both shoulders, down my sides and over my hips before I can flinch Daddy has cut my clothes off. He unhooks the cuffs from their chains in the van, leaving them attached to me. He takes the lead and tugs lightly. I turn around and crawl backwards out of the van, staying on my hands and knees I follow Daddy silently across what feels like a parking lot. 

"Good evening Sir!" I hear a pixie like voice chirp. 

"Melody, How are you?"

"Good Sir, just you tonight?" she asks. Daddy chuckles and tugs my lead up slightly to where I am sitting tall on my knees.

"Oh, Sessa, I didn't see you down there, any request tonight Sir?" Melody asks.

"Oh yes, Sessa is in trouble this evening and so I would love to request the stage if it's open." Daddy loosens my lead and I slink back down.

"Awe, unfortunately that's not available this evening, collaring ceremony has it booked almost all night." Melody sounds bemused.

"Well, the balcony will do just fine then Mel, thanks honey." Daddy opens the door and pulls my lead. I follow, head bowed. 

On the way to the balcony Daddy stops and talks to a few people. Some pat my head to say hi and others swat my ass. A few other Doms are curious and ask to watch, or have their own girls watch my punishment. Daddy informs them that we will be taking the balcony in just under 15 minutes and that all who wish are welcome to join. 

Daddy leads me to the stairs and I climb them still on my hands and knees. The metal holes make impressions on my skin and scratch my knees more than the asphalt did.

Daddy pulls me on to a platform on the balcony and clips my restraints to the chains provided so I am on all fours. He pulls off my blind fold and looks me dead in the eyes.

"My little slut, I wish you had obeyed my simple request for my arrival, but since you could not, you will now be punished, beyond your wildest dreams you will be punished. Because this is a punishment, you know the rules- because this is a public punishment the only rule I will not enforce is your safe words. You may call them, but you better be beyond needing them because if you call them for something I know you can handle I will blister your ass until it bleeds." Daddy removes his finger from my chin and steps back.

"I'll be right back my slut." Daddy walks to the stairs and locks the gate behind him so I can't get out, and no one else can get in. From the balcony I can see the crowds below and at the walls of this club there are large picture windows so if wanted you can see what is going on behind each door. I can see the ceremony that Melody was talking about and Daddy talking to a few of his friends and pointing up towards me. I know I'm in trouble when one of Daddy's real good friends walks in. I've never been introduced to him, but I've seen photos, and Daddy always says if I'm ever out of hand he can send me to Uncles and I will regret it. I'm not there and I already do. I hear footsteps on the stairs and Daddy's voice carries over the crowds. 3 men follow behind Daddy. They talk about me as if I were a used car for sale. I lower my head and just wait. Daddy walks around me slapping my ass, pushing down on my back to make me arch. He's showing me off. Soon I hear more steps on the stairs and the gate opening. 

"Have a seat, thanks for coming!" Daddy chuckles. He leans back down and replaces the blind fold. "I'd rather surprise you." He whispers. 

Daddy stands in front of me talking to the crowed and joking with the other Doms. He explains my disobedience and the Doms sigh. I even hear a few tisk from other subs.

The platform turns and my ass is facing the crowed. 

"My dear slut has forgotten who she belongs too, and what her place in life is. I know just how to fix this." Daddy chuckles. I hear a bag drop on the floor and a zipper being unzipped. Daddy's hand finds my ass and he presses on my tight hole. It hasn't been touched since the night he left and I'm sure anything he does is going to cause pain. 

Daddy's hand finds its way to my pussy and starts to massage my clit. 

"Someone call out an object they see here, please." 

"Whipped cream can." I hear a woman's voice.

"Good choice!" Daddy calls back.

Before I know what's happening I feel the cold can against my pussy. Daddy pushes it in with ease and smiles.

"That was too easy!" Someone else calls out.

"Then a suggestion please?" Daddy repeats.

"The bat!" The same voice answers. Daddy removes the can and I feel the bat press against me. I take a deep breath and let it enter. Daddy isn't going slowly, and it's playing a **game. The bat is tighter, not too hard to stand but definitely tighter. 

"Now that is a tight fit! Sir Will you come give me a hand?" Daddy calls the man that chose the bat up.

"No, let my girl help you; she needs an up close and personal understanding of what I will be doing to her very soon." I hear a chuckle amongst the crowed and chains rattle.

"Hello beautiful, what is your name?" I can feel Daddy looking her up and down. 

"Sir, you may address this girl simply as whore, it is the name Master has given until I earn the privilege of more." 

"Very nice, You, Whore, may someday teach my slut a thing or two of proper communication." Another chuckle.

"Now please;" Daddy steps to one side "Take the end of this bat in two hands and I want you to pull towards you like this."

I feel the bat move inside me the deepest end to the right as she pulls the bat towards her it stretches my inner lips and quickly becomes more than I was ready for.

"Good, now push down in the same manner, and repeat in all 4 directions." Daddy steps away and the girl keeps rotating the bat in a clockwise motion.

"Now, while Whore stretches my pussy for use later I believe this slut needs to choke, anyone interested?" I hear the swift movement of hands.

"All who would like please come up and form a line, don't be disharted if I switch you around I'd like to give her a wide range so she's not adjusting." Daddy stands at my side hand wrapped in my hair. 

"Cockwhore, open." He whispers in my ear. My mouth drops open and I feel the first cock slip in over my tongue. Daddy controls my head pushing me down further, when he pushes harder and I start to gag the stranger groans.

"You can cum now and watch the rest of the event, or do your very best to hold off and see what's next, if you choose to cum now- it will not be in her mouth. I want my cockwhore to be covered when we leave." Daddy informs the men. A few groan as they were certainly looking forward to gagging me with their load. I know no matter how much trouble I am in Daddy will never let another man's cum enter HIS slut. The strangers cock is starting to explode and he pulls out just in time and lets loose on my hanging tits. The hot stickiness has an odor that I couldn't discribe if I tried. The man finds a seat as the next cock finds my mouth. This one larger than the last, gags me before I have half in my mouth. I have to fight the urge not to bite down every time Whore moves the bat. My jaw has slacked open and I am no longer noticing the difference between cocks. It must have been the 10th one to enter my mouth before Daddy finally said something.

"Thank you Whore for assisting me, you may return to your Master." The girl slinks her way to the back of the group. My pussy is swollen and my jaw is sore. Daddy smiles an evil smile down to me and picks up a toy I have never seen. 

"Who does this belong to?" he looks amongst the crowed. A man steps forward, his stature is similar to Daddy's but not as rugged, or strong. 

"That would be mine, it's a lovely tool, feel free to use it if you'd like." The man speaks.

"Care to demonstrate?" Daddy hands the tool to him. Daddy has never let another man demonstrate on me, I'm slightly worried about the man's ways, but completely turned on.

"It's simple; you snap your wrist and let the cane do the rest." The man snaps his wrist and my lower back explodes. The sting carries on for what seems like hours and with that I am propelled into subspace. I can tell when Daddy has taken the toy over; he is always very in control of how and where toys will connect with my skin. He focuses on my ass, knowing that canning is a border-line for me, some days I can handle it and others I can't. I am either dripping with cum or the skin on my ass has been broken, all I can feel is wetness running down my thighs. With my luck it's probably both. The tingling sensation that I get with each swipe of whatever toy Daddy uses from that point on just sends my body into erotic bliss. For the finally of the show Daddy takes a rather large vibe and pushes it into my pussy. I'm swollen inside and out and the toy barely fits, but there is no rebuttal from me. Daddy leans forward and whispers in my ear; "Make MY fucking pussy squirt." I cum hard, I always cum hard. It sprays down my legs, over Daddy's hand and makes a puddle that's at least 2 feet round. The men clap and whistle. 

"What a whore, look at all that cum!" I hear called back. Each of the men who had decided to wait to cum step up and I am soon covered from head to toe in stranger seed. 

Once everyone else leaves, Daddy walks over to Uncle and talks to him a moment. I am exhausted, and the conversation is fuzzy, but one part gets my attention enough.

"So you'll bring her over Friday and pick her up?"

"Sunday night or Monday morning, depending on her behavior and the willingness to accept her place. You were right though, I should have never left a troubled sub alone for almost a month. She did so well though." Daddy sighs

"Well, Sunday is just a few days away maybe by that time you can break her back in. Tonight was a clear message for her, she's a slut there's no doubt about it." Uncle chuckles.

"Alright, I'm going to take my girl home, I'll let you know." Daddy starts to undo the restraints. The gate opens and shuts without another word. Daddy wraps a blanket around me and picks me up. He carries me to the van and this time lays me in the seat. I nod off on the way home, not caring that the sun is coming up over the mountains.

Daddy lowers me into a hot bubble bath. His voice is soft now, the disappointment clearly gone. 

"My Sessa, I am so proud of you. Even though it was punishment you handled it correctly. That's my girl." Daddy almost coos.

"Daddy?" I can't seem to get my voice over a whisper, my throat still sore.

"Yes my love?" Daddy turns my face to him.

"Please don't send me to uncles for the weekend, I'm sorry ...I.." I start to plead

"Shhh, another time love. Let's get you cleaned up. You still have work to do. Daddy hasn't had his slut in a month, and trust me that tight little ass of yours needs a work out or three."

I gulp and shutter at the same time. 

"You better be scared." Daddy chuckles.

I'm always in trouble. 



Slut Academy



Jean felt a little scared. It had been two years since she had started dating black men exclusively. Now her boyfriend had talked her to into taking it one step further. She was going to a school to learn about as he said "the culture." 

"This will complete you," Bill, her boyfriend, said. Jean's lover was a six-foot, four-inch black stud that Jean had been living with. She left her white wimp husband two years ago. What Jean especially did not miss was her ex's four-inch pecker. She blinked and put the wimp out of her mind.

"I've got to focus on the next month," she thought to herself. Bill did not exactly tell her what "The Academy" would do for her other than she would fully understand when she "graduated". She trusted Bill, who told her to abstain from fucking for two weeks before going to The Academy". She would do anything to get his nine-inch cock in her pussy. She tried to think about what it would be like when she returned. How their first love session would be when she got back. Jean had come to love black cocks. She had fucked 30 black men in the past two years.

As the black limousine rolled along the narrow tree-lined road, she and Bill began passionate kissing. As their tongues were locked in the dance of love, Bill's hands roamed freely over her body. Jean was blonde measuring 34C-24-35. Her skin was pale white and struck a remarkable contrast against Bill's black skin. She felt his hand roam down to her short skirt. She instinctively opened her knees to allow her lover to probe her pussy. 

"Not now," he said. She remembered Bill's words two weeks ago. "You must abstain from sex for two weeks before going to The Academy.". It had been a miserable two weeks. All Bill would do was to allow her to suck his long, black uncut cock. Jean was so hot she could scream!

Slowly the limo pulled to a stop. Jean had been too busy and too concentrating all her attentions to Bill to know where she was. She had no idea how long she had been driving. It was night and she could barely make out the dark mansion.

"We're here," Bill said. The door swung open, and Bill nudged her out. She walked through a door and was met by a tall black man. Without speaking, he led her down a long hallway, up a staircase, and into a spacious bedroom. Jean suddenly realized that Bill was no longer with her. 

"You will be staying here," the man said. "Take your clothes off. We will come and get you." He voice was not kind. He turned and left the room. Jean slowly looked around. She remembered her promise to Bill to stay for the full month. Little did she know it would be more like three months of training ahead of her?

"One month seems like an awful long time," she thought. Jean was sitting on the bed naked when the door opened. A stocky built black man named BM stood at the door and motioned for Jean to come to him. He then escorted her down the hallway, down more stairs, and through another door. A naked black man was sitting in a leather chair in the corner stroking a massive cock. Jean's escort placed a hand on her back and forced her to kneel. Then she was spun around forced down on all fours with her ass pointing to the naked black man. 

"My name is Maurice," the man said. "I will be directing your total blackening while here at The Academy," he said. Maurice placed himself directly behind Jean and guided his 10-inch cock in Jean's cunt. There was no foreplay. No kissing. No cuddling -- just raw sex. Jean felt Maurice's cock burrowing deep within her cunt. "Oh! It felt good, too," she thought. Jean had been without out black cock for two weeks. She needed it. Already her cunt was getting wet and stretched by Maurice's black tool. She could feel the massive fuck stick moving in and out. She felt Maurice pulled out and flipped her over on her back, then spread her legs and layed down on top. His sperm rod entered her hungry cunt as his mouth covered her lips. As his cock began moving in and out, Jean could feel his tongue snake past her lips and down her throat. Soon their tongues were locked in the dance of passionate love making. The first of Jean's trembling orgasms began to sweep over her. Her cunt began to tighten around Maurice's massive black tool causing his hot seed to spew out of his cock. Jean could feel the hot cum splashing against her cunt walls. The feeling pushed her over the edge to a newer and bigger BIG O! Maurice stood still with his cock deep in Jean's cunt. Her cunt was hungrily milking his cock for black baby making sperm.

"You've got potential, bitch," Maurice said. "Now suck this dick, slut!" Maurice pulled his cock out and positioned Jean on her knees, allowing her to cock his black manhood. "That's right, cunt. Suck that cock head. Now let's see how deep you can go. Taste that pussy juice mixed with my black love lotion," Maurice said. He placed his hand on the back of Jean's head and pushed. She felt his cock slide over her tongue and down her throat. She began to gag, but she was determined to show her black lover that she could take it all. Slowly, she could feel the black meat sliding down her gullet. She could feel the meat going in and out. His balls were slapping against her chin. Jean suddenly fell over the edge in a deep, face-fucked orgasm. As Maurice pulled his cock out, Jean passed out.

When Jean returned her room, she was spent. He pussy was red and slightly sore. She lay on the bed glowing in a black cock induced slut love for Maurice. She wondered what tomorrow would bring to her training at The Academy. She fell into a deep satisfied sleep. 

The next morning BM escorted her to the training room where she met a tall handsome black man named, Jim. He explained that he would be her personal trainer. He then began a four-hour series of workouts to increase her stamina and cunt tightness. Next she visited the Academy's cosmetologist, who explained how to apply make up to highlight her eyes, lips, and aureoles. A dance instructor outlined a series of classes for her. Classes continued to 5 p.m. when she was led tack to her room to shower and prepare for the evening's black fuck training.

Promptly at seven o'clock, BM led Jean to the training room where Maurice and three black studs were sitting in chairs stroking their cocks. She stopped in the center of the room. The three men quickly surrounded her and started to admire and touch her body. Jean felt one man start to feel and admire her tits. His finger traced circles around her hard nipples. Another man squeezed her butt and ran his finger in the crack of her ass. She felt the third man's hand probe her cunt and slip past her labia's and dive into her deep, now wet love tunnel. She felt Maurice's lips cover her mouth and his tongue probed her. Instinctively, Jean reached for a hard cock and started stroking. She could feel the room spinning and her knees were growing weak. She moaned as the feeling of arousal came over her. Black hands roamed freely over her body and probed all of her deep recesses. When Maurice broke the kiss, Jean began to moan with pleasure. This was the first experience with group sex and feeling she had ever experienced. She felt an orgasm sweep over her body as a hand began to slowly, gently rub her clitoris.

"This bitch is hot," Maurice said. She felt him pushing her to her knees. Four black cocks awaited her hungry mouth. Jean's senses were at a much heightened state. She could taste the pre-cum as it oozed from each cock as the sucked them in turn. The sucking continued until Maurice lay down on his back, pulled her over on him, and inserted his cock in her cunt. Behind her, Jean felt three pairs of hands exploring all parts of her body. She pressed her lips to Maurice's mouth and began to passionately kiss him as his cock began slowly slide in and out. Jean shuttered and felt her second orgasm of the evening sweep over her.

She felt two hands on both sides of her butt and cold oil ooze down her ass crack. Next she felt a finger tip probe her ass. She had routinely had anal sex with her black lovers, but never had she fucked two men at the same time. This was all new to her, and her body was telling her it was wonderful. Two fingers replaced the one in her tight sphincter. She could feel the black male probing and twisting his hand slightly as he worked the fingers in and out. Now Jean felt a third finger join the first two in her ass. 

Jean broke the kiss with Maurice and looked up and stared at a black cock only an inch from her mouth. "Suck this, bitch," the man said. 

Jean's lips encircled the black fuck pole. Immediately, the cock lurched forward and slipped over her tongue and plunged down her throat. Suppressing the gag reflex, she let the black cock slide deep down her throat. Instinctively, her throat muscles relaxed and then contracted to put pressure on the love member in her neck. In. Out. In. Out. "Oh! Oh! This is the best yet," she thought as another trembling orgasm swept over her. She felt her cunt squirt all over Maurice's piston-ing cock in her cunt.

As she regained her senses, Jean felt the nudge of a black cock trying to enter her ass. Never had Jean been double penetrated. She was trembling as she anticipated the magic black pole poised at her ass. With a gentle nudge, Jean felt her sphincter give way to allow another love tool inside her deep rectum. She felt the in and out of the black sperm hose. Jean felt another orgasm. With a cock in her throat, cunt, and ass, Jean felt the most fulfilling experience of her life.

Jean heard Maurice yell "AH FUCK," as a load of cum flooded into her cunt. She could feel spurt after spurt of hot, black baby making semen flooding into her hungry womb and then began to seep out around his cock. Meanwhile, the cock in her throat began to swell and pulse as the hot love fluid started spurting out of the end of her oral lover's cock. Jean did not have to swallow. It was already down her throat when the flood started. As he withdrew, Jean started sucking the last wad. She savored the taste before swallowing it.

After every man had three cum loads injected into Jean's cunt, ass, and throat, they all collapsed into a heap. Finally, Maurice sat her down on a stool. He placed a leather collar with a ring on it around her neck. He then attached a chain to the collar. 

"Hear this, Bitch!" Maurice said. "From this night on, you are a black cock slut whore. You will do everything and anything your black master tells you to do. You will do it without question," he said. "First you will fuck only black men. You will fuck any black man who wants to take you. You will fuck bareback. This means you will stop taking contraceptives of any kind. You will allow your black lovers to fuck you bareback in any orifice they want. You will continue to wear this collar for your black master. Do you understand that?" Maurice said

"Yes!" Jean said eagerly. Now she knew what The Academy was all about. She felt eager to accept her new life as a black fuck whore, willing to do anything her black men wanted. In the ensuing weeks, Jean's was fucked by up to 10 black men every night. She was tattooed. A tribal weave adorned her back just above her ass. A floral pattern was printed on the inside of each thigh. A barbed wire weave encircled both arms. Black tattoo ink highlighted below both eyes. Her lips were tattooed permanently red and collagen injections filled them out to receive black cock. Her breasts were enlarged to 34DD. When she stood with her back to facing her black lover, he could see the outside of both tits. A golden stud and three rings pierce her tongue. Her nipples received rings with a chain to dangle between them. Each of her labia received three rings in which Maurice placed a special ring with the markings of The Academy. 

She dances nude one night a week before hundreds of howling black studs. After she dances, she goes out to be fucked by the highest bidder. She was a professional black cock slut whore now. 

Two months after Jean entered The Academy, her periods stopped. The Academy doctor confirmed she was pregnant and would deliver a black baby. After three months, Jean returned to her boyfriend, Bill. Ten months after entering The Academy, she delivered a beautiful black baby.



Slut Addict: Jessica



I was 25, had a good job with a computer company, and although I wasn't in a relationship at the moment, I didn't feel unhappy. I had my share of one-night-stands, sometimes I even had a few week long relationships, but because of my work and the time it consumed, they were mostly based on sex. 

A warm Saturday evening, a few friends from work and college and a good place to go clubbing, that was to be the setting for a happening that left my belief in the natural innocence of women shattered. Well, of course, to have such a belief is not really a sensible thing, but I was kind of a nice guy, and always thought the best of young women the first time I met them.

The club we decided to frequent was known for its extraverted clientele, and I was looking forward to maybe finding another young girl who'd be willing to share her night and bed with me. 

Of course, the bouncer was a big guy who looked grim and all that, but after Rick, a friend of mine, and self proclaimed king of the scene, talked to him for a few seconds, we were let in the club. 

It seemed to be one of those typical clubs young, coked up models go to, with a dance floor, little booths in the back and loud, throbbing music. Of course, I would be the last to complain about skinny girls in tight clothes, trying to get to terms with their nervous system by gyrating their hips on the dance floor. To say the least, I liked it.

The group of people that I came with consisted of four people. Rick, two of his friends, James, whom I had known for more than 12 years them and me. We were all pretty god looking guys, but not in a sun-tan, muscled up kind of way, but more in a cool, reserved, but still open to everything manner. 

We decided to start the evening, well, actually it was already 11 PM, by downing a few shots. We approached the bar, fighting off dancing girls, who obviously couldn't cope with the laws of physics, or tried to defy them by dancing so wildly that maybe a black hole would open up and suck them into it's vortex of anti-matter.

"So, who else is coming?", I asked Rick, who seemed to be the coordinator of tonight's little party. "I think John is on his way, and he'll bring his new flame. I think he even met her down here!" he said between downing two shots of high class Tequila. 


"Well, well, well,", I thought, "seems as if I'd have to do a searching on my own, there won't be any easy prey coming down here tonight", a little bit disappointed that Rick, the Master of Excitement, Chief Justice of the United States of Enjoyment hadn't managed to bring along a few easy chicks.

Before I could start my search, my little safari in this jungle of jutting arms and legs, the guys grabbed my arms, and dragged me to a little booth at the back of the club. "We'll have the best view from here, so if you thought about getting some tonight, here's our out-post, from here you'll see just about anyone who enters this club!", James said and laughed. Like I said, we had been friends for a while then, so he knew me and my intentions by heart.

So we settled in this booth, and ordered a round of beer. We started casual conversation, as far as that was possible with the music playing, and scanning the club for likeable targets for our male libido. Although many girls looked pretty good, and seemed to like the attention they got by dancing wildly on the packed dancefloor, none really grabbed my attention so much as to motivate me to get up and hit on them. 

Suddenly I saw this girl coming down the stairs from the entrance of the club. She was like a revelation. She was not overly tall, but had a body which seemed to be made just to be constantly admired. Underneath the tight, short black dress she was wearing, it was obvious she was as full figured as a woman could be, and not be seen as chubby. Although there was so much of her, it was all in the right proportions, with tits that threatened to spill out of here dress any moment, and a wide ass, that jiggled with every movement she did. I admired this woman, until Rick said:" Oh, there's Jessica and John, I think they've seen us already!" I looked at him and followed his gaze, and to my utter surprise and shock, he motioned with his head towards this brown eyed beauty I had just admired for the last seconds. It was just then that I realized John walking behind her, grinning over at our booth. The walked toward us, and when they had arrived, John said:" Hey there guys, what's up? Well, may I introduce to you, my new wife Jessica!" 

We were all sort of shocked. Our mouths gaped open, and mine maybe a little more than the others. Here she was, this beautiful woman I had searched for all my life, being introduced to us by our good friend John as his wife. "Oh, uhhh, well, congrats!" Rick stammered, and told them to take a seat. They sat down, with Jessica sitting opposite of me, and John started telling us about their wedding. 

It turned out that they had met here, and had liked each other a lot. After a few dates in a few other places, they were an item, and after a few weeks, Jessica moved in with him. She was a secretary at a law firm, and the idea of marrying John, who was doing pretty well with his software company, seemed really good to her. So they had taken a flight to Las Vegas and married in a pretty quick ceremony. Well, that was it. They were married. 

During the whole story, I just couldn't help staring at Jessica in front of me. Her large tits were resting on the table in between us, and the brown locks framing her beautiful face brushed over her cleavage more than once, making me almost crazy. 

"So, you all know John from college?", was the first thing she said, and we started telling her about the way we had gotten to know John. I had met him when going partying with Rick, and to be honest, I never really liked him that much. He was a pompous kind of guy, always trying to impress everyone with the money he made and all that. I really envied him for his wife now, and was pissed off that a guy like him got a woman like that.

My mood had deteriorated to a point where I actually thought about leaving, until I suddenly felt something on my leg. I moved my hand down, trying to brush it away, thinking maybe a spider had found its way inside this club. When I touched it with my fingers, I realized it was a toe I was touching. How the fuck did a toe get on my leg? I looked into the round of faces, and it didn't seem anyone had noticed, they were already conversing wildly about whatever kind of topic. So I looked under the table, and saw that the toe belonged to a foot, which was attached to a lovely, nicely shaped leg. It was Jessica.

I looked at her, but she was talking to Rick who was sitting next to John. I didn't have a clue what was going on. The foot had already reached my knee, and was lightly stroking my leg in little circles. I felt my dick taking on a new shape, and tried to look as cool as I did before. Jessica still wasn't looking at me at all. The foot was now between my legs, and when it touched my rock hard dick, I saw a faint smile forming on Jessica's face.

I just couldn't believe it. Jessica, a woman I had just half an hour before seen for the first time, and who turned out to be a newly wed, was stroking my dick with her toes. I decided to play this game with her. I slid a hand under the table, and lightly touched her calf. She didn't show anything 

at all. So I got bolder and started stroking up her leg, and because the table was little like that, it wasn't difficult for me to reach up to her thigh. When I reached it, and slowly stroked her inner thigh, I noticed her faint smile vanishing and being replaced by something that looked like a frown of shock. Maybe she hadn't thought that I would play along, but I wasn't about to stop. I had reached the hem of her dress now, and slid my hand underneath. But she was too far away. Before I could think of a solution to this predicament, I noticed Jessica scooting closer to me. That was fantastic. This little slut actually wanted me to touch her pussy. And that's what I did. The next ten minutes, I stroked her inner thigh, always getting closer to her pussy, which was emanating such an intense heat, that I figured I'd burn my fingers if I touched her panty covered pussy. 

Fortunately, it was dark in the club, the music was loud, and everyone was immersed in a conversation. I looked at Jessica's face, and although she still said a few words to John or Rick once in a while, I knew she was unable to say at least one coherent sentence. My fingers were now so near to her pussy, that I already felt a hint of wetness. I decided to be bold, and quickly pushed my fingers further, and that's when I touched her pussy. It was wet, it was hot, and it made Jessica scream out loud.

I quickly retracted my fingers, and everybody looked at her. "What's wrong baby?" John asked, and raised an eyebrow. "I...I...I just realized that I forgot my purse in the car, and I...uhmm..really need to apply some lipstick", she stammered., "could you give me the keys, please?" I was really surprised at how quickly she had found a lie, and had lied to her new husband without even a flinch. John looked for his keys, and after he had handed them to her, he looked away again, and resumed talking to Rick. When Jessica got up, she glanced at me and smiled. When she walked to the stairs of the club, she looked back again, and, with a slight nod of her head, motioned for me to follow her. I looked at the guys, and saw that no one had noticed. So I excused myself for the toilets, which, fortunately, were located near the exit.

I exited the club, and walked past the line of people trying to get in. I walked towards the parking lot, and gazed over the cars. "You looking for someone?", I suddenly heard behind me. I turned, and there, in a little alley, leaning on a brick wall was Jessica. I walked over to her, and without a single word, grabbed her and kissed her. Immediately she responded to my kiss, her tongue battling with mine, her mouth trying to devour mine. It was heaven. My prick was throbbing, and I pressed it hard against her stomach. I felt her large tits against my chest, inhaling her scent which reached of sex, and just enjoyed this moment of uncontrolled lust. 

I then felt Jessica's hands on my butt, trying to press my body even nearer to hers. "I need you", she breathed in my mouth, thrusting her hips towards me with such an abandon that I wasn't sure for a second if I wouldn't fall over. 

"I really need to fuck now, Damon, please, fuck me. I wanna be just yours, your little slut, your little club-whore!" she said, and when I looked into her eyes, I realized she absolutely meant it.

So while I pushed her dress up to her waist, and ripped off her soaking panties, she had already opened up my trousers and taken out my rod. 

"O my god, it's so much bigger than John's! He's such a wimp in bed, I really need a good hard dick like yours", she said, looking at my dick, licking her full lips.

"Well, you'll get it you dirty slut, you married little cheating slut!", I answered and grabbed her legs. I pressed my body between her plump thighs, and lifted her off the ground. With one hand, Jessica held on to my shoulders, and with the other, she guided my dick. I lowered Jessica slowly onto my hard dick, and with a sigh, my whole length disappeared between her wet, slippery pussy lips.

"Oh my god, please, fuck me now, do me hard", Jessica said, breathing rapidly. So I started to pound her against the brick wall, her head next to mine, her hands frantically grabbing my butt. She screamed and moaned while I fucked her slutty pussy, that it was a miracle nobody heard us. Her legs entangled mine, and I showed no mercy while pushing her whole body against the brick wall, making her scream in pain and pleasure.

"You like it rough, you little slut, don't you?", I said, pushing my prick even deeper inside her slutty cunt. "O yea, I love it, I need it!", she answered almost sobbing with pleasure. 

We were fucking almost half an hour, her back already badly scratched and bruised, my arms devoid of any feeling because I had carried Jessica for so long, when I felt I was cumming. 

"Oh, baby, I'm cumming!", I warned her. "Cum inside me, I want your cum inside my married pussy, I want to feel you cum deep inside my fertile body!" So I came inside her, still pushing hard inside Jessica's by now well fucked pussy. At the same moment, she screamed and pushed herself against me, bucking wildly, and I knew she had come too.

I pulled my dick out of her pussy, and it was covered with my cum and her cunt juice, and without a word, Jessica got to her knees and cleaned it all off.

When she was done, she got up, and I saw that her dress was damaged beyond repair. The whole back was in rags. I told her, and she said that she had another dress in the car, and that John wouldn't even notice. 

"You coming inside again?", she asked, smiling at me and the pun, which maybe was intended. I smiled, and told her I didn't think there could be anything better in store for me in there, than I already experienced today. She smiled, and gave me another one of those sloppy kisses, and after giving my penis a tug, she said:

"Want to give me your phone number? Maybe we could repeat that sometime in the near future!" I grinned, gave her my number, and thought of the many possibilities you had with a married cockslut.



Slut Addict: Tricia



During my whole life, I have been attracted by women some people like to call sluts. I like to call them goddesses. My first encounter with one of those goddesses was when I was 18. Here's what happened.

It was my senior year in high school, and as it is with every red blooded male, I was very much into sex. I had had my share of girls until then, and wasn't exactly what you call a virgin. My girlfriend at that time was a sweet girl from my neighborhood, and although I thought I loved her, she was somehow too timid regarding sex. Of course, we did have sex at least twice a week, and she seemed to enjoy it, but whenever I proposed something out of the ordinary, she used to become really icy, trying to distract me from whatever "perversion" I was trying to convince her of.

One night in December, me and my girlfriend were invited to a party at my friend Jim's house. He had been one of my best friends all through high school, and it seemed to be quite a good idea to have a party at his place, since his parents were often out of town, and he knew lots of girls I had never seen before. 

We arrived at his house, and the party was already in full swing. Although it was a chilly night, most girls were wearing either mini-skirts or really, really short hot pants. Of course, the only girl that didn't succumb to this kind of disgrace was my girldfriend, who was wearing jeans and a conservative blouse. 

We were greeted by Jim, and he told us where the booze was at, und soon left us to roam the house by ourselves. It was one of those really impressive mansions, with every kind of gimmick you can imagine. Pool, billiard-room, large TV room and all that.

My girlfriend soon found one of her friends from high school, so I slowly made my way alone to the dance floor. Lots of people were already plastered, and shaking wildly to the music of some untalented bubblegum pop star, and although I never liked that music, seeing girls in mini skirts gyrating their hips to this sound, made it possible for me get used to this kind of musical perversion.

While looking over the dance floor, one girl especially caught my eye. She had blonde hair, bleached to a state where you don't really know if her hair is blonde or white. Her face wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was cute in a schoolgirl kind of way. Dark blue eyes, pouty lips and a tongue that seemed to be constantly licking over her teeth, made her face a place just perfect for dick. And of course, her body was absolutely divine. Her large, slightly sagging tits, were barely covered by a little white top, and due to the fact that her nipples sticked out like pieces of rubber, it was obvious she didn't wear a bra. Her belly had a slight layer of fat over it, but that just added to the image of an ancient goddess of fertility. Wide hips and big round butt, only covered by very tight, very short hot pants, completed that image.

Now, I don't want you to get a wrong impression. Although she had a very voluptuous body, she was by no means fat or chubby. Everything was in the right place, in the right proportion, there was just a little bit more of everything.

Seeing her moving that body to the rhythm of the music, gyrating her hips against the guy she was dancing with, and throwing seductive glances at him, made me really hot. I could definitely make out her slit, since her hot pants seemed to have an affinity to her pussy like a starving man to a piece of fried chicken. Once again, the lack of an undergarment was painfully obvious. Painfully because by now I sported a raging hard on, which was really difficult to conceal inside my rather loose fitting jeans. 

I decided to ask my friend Jim if he knew who she was, and when I found him, sucking on the mouth of a girl I didn't think was his girlfriend, I demanded he tell me who this sex pot was. 

Jim laughed, and said: "You don't know who that is? It's Tricia, she goes to Eastern high, and that guy you saw her with was probably one of her boyfriends." 

"One of her boyfriends, what exactly is that supposed to mean?", I asked.

"Well, she's not exactly a nun, that's what it's supposed to mean. To tell you the truth, she is probably the only girl who managed to get pregnant twice before the age of sixteen, and couldn't even pin the guys who did it, because she'd probably done all of Springfield by then! I know a guy who participated in a gangbang with her, at the time she was about seven months pregnant. Now that's what I call a real fuck slut!"

I couldn't believe my ears, and the hard-on I had about two minutes ago, was not a hard on anymore, but a steel rod, by mistake put inside my pants instead of my dick. It was painful even to move my body, and while I saw Jim returning to sucking the girls mouth, I found myself a place to sit down. Thoughts were racing through my head, and I felt kind of dizzy. What a slut, I thought to myself over and over. Pregnant gangbang, that must have been the horniest thing I had ever heard of until that day. Suddenly, I heard someone saying my name:

"John, hey, John!"

It was my girlfriend.

"Uhh, yeah. Hey baby, what's up?" I asked nonchalantly, trying to distract her view from my crotch.

"Listen, Sherry has this video of her mum's wedding at home, and I really want to see what her dress looked like, so I think we'll just hit the road, and I'll crash at her place. Is that alright with you?" she asked.

"Of course, baby, that's fine. I'll find a few friends to party with, I'll se you tomorrow then" , I answered, not believing the luck I was having. With my girlfriend gone, I was now free to try my luck with a few other girls, probably even that sexpot named Tricia. 

My girlfriend gave me a peck on the cheek, and waved goodbye, before disappearing in the crowd, trying to make her way out of this great party to watch a video of a wedding. Well, different strokes, for different folks.

Feeling free, with my erection having subsided a little during that conversation, I considered my next moves. First of all, I was going to get a drink. 

I got up, and made my way to the kitchen. After winding my way through dozens of couples making out, I reached the kitchen door. I opened the swing doors, and was presented with a beautiful view. On the large kitchen table was a girl on her back with her skirt up to her waist, and another girl was kneeling between her thighs, lapping at a hairless cunt, which was wet with gooey cunt juice. It took ma about a tenth of a second to realize, that the girl snacking on the other teenie's vadge was Tricia. Her shorts had ridden up all the way into her asscrack, exposing two beautiful globes of flesh. Seeing this girl I just a few minutes before heard was having gangbangs when pregnant, eating out another beautiful specimen of her own sex, was like having eaten twenty pills of Viagra at the same time.

I had to lean against the counter in the middle of the large kitchen, and by doing so, I accidentally kicked a glass off the counter. The glass shattered, and I thought the show would be over now. But the girls not even turned their heads. The brunette on the kitchen table was still moaning in pleasure, and Tricia kept feasting on her beautiful, shiny cunt. Wow, I thought, they are really engrossed in that little act. 

So I kept looking at them, and when I saw that the one girl was nearing a climax, bucking her hips wildly at Tricia's mouth, I decided to become a little bit more daring. I slowly walked over to them, and saw that the girl being licked, had her little tits exposed, and was pulling hard at her large, erect nipples. Her eyes were closed in a state of bliss, and I then realized that Tricia had noticed me. She was looking up at me with her pretty blue eyes, her mouth shiny with the girl's juices. Suddenly she smiled, and motioned with her one hand to come closer. So I did.

I kneeled behind her, and while she resumed to lick up and down the girl's slit, flicking her clit once in a while, I started stroking her back. Her skin was soft and smelled of peaches, and while kissing the back of her neck, I inhaled her odor, making me dizzy for a moment. I quickly recovered, and slowly traced her back down to the beginning of her bubbly butt with my tongue. My hands were gliding over her hips, and slowly made their way up to her still covered tits. I pressed myself on her, and cupped the undersides of her ample tits, letting the feel of her soft, warm breasts sink in. It felt like heaven, and I couldn't even imagine a better feeling. I was quickly convinced that there could be, because when I slid my hands under her top, searching for her nipples with my fingers, I felt her hand, searching my thighs, and after finding them, suddenly grabbing my package. I gasped, and quickly stroked over her long, hard nipples, making her moan into her girlfriends pussy. 

I became more and more daring, pinching her nipples, and pressing her fat tits against her body, and her moans were still those of pleasure. By now she had found a way of sliding one hand inside my pants, and was stroking and squeezing my big hard dick. Her girlfriend was still having orgasm after orgasm, and I think she hadn't even noticed me by then. He cunt was oozing juice, and if it weren't for Tricia's hungry slut mouth, there would have been a puddle the size of Lake Michigan.

I kept working on her tits with one hand, and the other quickly found it's way between Tricia's shapely thighs. I didn't even have to touch the area of her pussy, before noticing the immense heat emanating from her cunt, which was by now reeking of sex, once again putting me in a state of weariness, as if drugged by a powerful tranquilizer. When I touched her pussy through her soaked hot pants, it felt as if I was touching a sponge, the wetness soon covering my whole hand. Tricia moaned loudly while licking her girlfriends slit, and I knew what I had to do. 

I stood up, and motioned for Tricia to do the same. She did, but kept eating out the girl, thus already bending over when standing. That was perfect. Seeing her ass now standing up was so heavenly, I thought I would faint, if it weren't for the hot piece of hard steel in my pants. Without much hesitation, I pulled down Tricia's hot pants, causing her to groan again, totally exposing both her holes. Because of the way she was standing, her full globes were already a little spread, and her asshole was as visible as her shaven cunt. Cunt juice had oozed out of her pussy, and had made her asshole as shiny as her pussy. I let my hands roam over her backside, and with one smooth move, I slid two fingers deep into her glistening pussy. Tricia moaned and wiggled her butt, causing my fingers to stir deep within her, which triggered another cry of pleasure from her mouth. 

Suddenly I noticed she had stopped licking her girlfriend, who was by now sitting up a little and looking at us both with dreamy eyes, glazed over with the look of freshly fucked young slut. Tricia looked back at me, and said: "Lick me baby, lick my shiny cunt. I want to feel your tongue all over me, okay?" I didn't hesitate a second, and got to my knees. Tricia pushed her butt even more into my face, and I let my tongue explore her wet cunt. I slowly traced her pink slit, trying to push my tongue in as deep as possible, while flicking her now huge clit with my fingers. "Ohh God, yeah, baby, lick me, tongue fuck my slutty cunt, please!!!!!", Tricia screamed.

I noticed the girl in the mini skirt turning around on the table, exposing her pretty little butt to us, and Tricia was soon licking all over her girlfriends butt. That was such a turn on, that I started to masturbate with one hand, and started tracing with a finger of my other hand Tricia's little asshole. Her reaction was immediate: "Oh yesss, finger my butt, push your finger in deep, please do my assole!" she shrieked. I obliged, and while still licking her beautiful and tasty cunt, I pushed my finger in, feeling her tight butthole squeezing my finger as if it were a cock she wanted to milk. I felt the insides of her ass wrapping around my digit, the warmth and tightness being a number one turn on for me. Of course my girlfriend had never let me have anal sex with her or stick a finger up her butt, so that was the ultimate thing I dreamt off. 

Meanwhile, Tricia had her tongue between the other girl's asscrack, feverishly pushing her tongue inside the tight little anus. She used both her hands to spread the girl's cheeks as wide as possible, pushing her tongue with such a force, that it seemed as if she was stabbing the girl's butthole with her tongue. If you haven't yet seen a girl sticking her tongue up another girl's ass, then you have missed something in life. Half an hour before, I hadn't even known this beauty, now I saw her giving another girl pleasure in the naughtiest kind of way.

I hadn't been lazy either, and was about to add another to finger to Tricia's asshole, and despite the rumor that she was as easy as a grade school math equation, her asshole was tight as a vice. I pushed hard, and heard Tricia moan loudly, encouraging me to push even harder. Suddenly I had both my fingers in to the hilt, and her asshole felt like it was stretched to the limit. "Oh, yes, you horny stud, finger my tight little slut ass, I want to feel your fingers deep in my bowels, ahhhh!!", Tricia groaned. My tongue was meanwhile tracing her slit up to the crack of her ass, and before I knew it, I was rimming her tight asshole. I never knew that an asshole could taste that good, and while licking and nibbling everything I could, my fingers began moving faster inside Tricia's ass. I felt her asshole slightly loosen up, and decided to try another finger.

I once again noticed how Tricia worked on the girl's ass, and to my amazement saw how she slid two fingers of each hand inside the girl's asshole, stretching it wide open, so she could accommodate her tongue even deeper into the girl's dirty ass. Her girlfriend had a pained expression on her face, and if it weren't for the juice her pussy was oozing continually, I'd bet she was in real pain and not pleasure.

"Fuck my ass now, you stud. Fuck my big slutty ass.", Tricia suddenly said. With a pleasure, I thought, and pulled my fingers out of her sweet asshole. I freed my dick completely from its confines, and while holding Tricia's soft hips, I positioned my dick at her now loosened and glistening asshole. I pushed forward, and slowly the head of my dick pushed open her tight backdoor. Tricia moaned, and pushed her ass at me, trying to get my dick in deeper. She really was like a bitch in heat. I pushed harder, but her asshole was really tight. "Ohh, god, your big dick is splitting me in two, it hurts sooo bad!", Tricia screamed, but kept pushing her ass towards me. I didn't even care by then what she was saying, I just concentrated on getting my hard dick inside this tight little asshole. 

After a forceful push, my head suddenly popped in, triggering a high pitched scream from Tricia. It seemed as if it was all she could take, but suddenly I felt more pressure on my dick, realizing she was flexing her anus, trying to suck me in deeper. That, of course, did it to me. With one, very hard thrust, I pushed my dick in as far is it would go. This was too much for Tricia. She fell forward onto her girlfriends body and screamed so loud I thought I may have hurt her anus. But her face betrayed her screams, pleasure was written all over it. So I started pumping into her like a madman, her anus getting loosening up more and more. "Yeah, fuck my tight ass……loosen up my little asshole………I want all of your dick inside me…AAAHHHH!", Tricia screamed.

"You want me to fuck you hard, baby? You want my hard dick in your slutty asshole, you dirty little bitch?", I said

"Oh yes, fuck my little teen-slut ass, come on, I want you to violate me, you horny bastard!", she moaned, while rapidly pushing her big ass onto my dick. That did it for me: "Where do you want my cum, you little bitch?" "Come in my ass, please shoot your hot cum in my ass!"

And so I did. With a final hard push as deep inside her ass as I could, I started coming. Spurt after spurt shot into her hot bowels, making her moan in delight. I pulled out and she turned around, got to her knees, and started to lick clean my dick. "Oh, you little slut, you like to clean my dick after it was in your asshole?", I said

"Yeah, baby, I really like to taste my own ass mixed with your cum!", she cooed, taking my dick all the way down her throat.

Meanwhile, the other girl had placed her face directly behind Tricia's ass and began licking my cum out of Tricia's gapping asshole. Tricia began to moan, and I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth and almost came again at the sight of those two little sluts.

Suddenly Tricia began to buck her hips, and with a loud moan, she announced her climax. When she came, juice flooded out of her pussy onto the tiled floor of Jim's kitchen. 

That's when I realized I still was at a party, and for the first time saw the spectators, about twenty of them, who started clapping and cheering when Tricia's climax had subsided.

I was dumbfounded, but Tricia just smiled, gathered her clothes, took the other girl by the hand, and while walking by me, said: "Hey, that was pretty good, maybe we'll se each other soon!"

I was a little bit embarrassed, and luckily the crowd dispersed just after Tricia had left. I got my pants on, and saw Jim coming up to me. "Hey man, that was quite a show, I told you she's a cheap slut!", he said, and winked at me.

"But you didn't tell me she digs girls too ", I said, " who his her girlfriend?"

"Hehe, I don't know about the girlfriend part, I just know that she's her younger sister!", Jim laughed and left me standing there alone.

That's when I knew that I had to see this little sexpot again.

To be continued...